For all it’s grime and grit, all it’s rotten corners and dying streets, there were parts of Nar Shaddaa that passed for one of the wealthier core worlds. They were few and far between, but to step into one was to nearly step into a different world. One such place was the exceedingly luxurious dwellings of Morto the Hutt. While not the most powerful Hutt, he channeled his money one place and one place only: his presentation. It was how he managed to do business with the scant few aristocratic types that took the trip out to the smugglers moon, he did not appear like the rest of the dirty characters of the world.
What amazed Marissa then us that such a charade stuck up to anything more than a cursory glance. She’s met Morto, convinced him to let her view his art collection that hung proudly on the palaces upper floors. The Hutt could barely offer words about them, just rattling off prices he paid for it as if it was impressive. In a sense it was, but not in a way that endeared him to Marissa.
It was for that reason that, as plans rolled on for her and Preef’s exit from the Five Syndicates, it seemed high time to start getting away with all the kriffing things that would otherwise earn them a death sentence. And that meant getting out with one of those pictures.
Not just any mind you, but Velasco’s Portrait of Jedi Master Innocenti. It was the clearest representation of the Chagrian Restoration style that had survived, and the thick headed Hutt had it languishing in his palace without thought. Marissa could hardly stand for it, and the fact that, when she’d floated the possible acquisition she’d found a buyer almost immediately. That was the kicker,
“Hope you came dressed to impress” she called Preef, going over the plan “these invitations weren’t easy to come by” only high roller, movers and shakers had been invited to Morto’s 400th birthday. Happily, she’d managed to secure them a place that night. They’d be in the door without anyone giving them a second look.
And that meant they could get to work.
@Ecclessey
