A Game of Survival [The Lords of Nal Hutta/Ask to Join]

[Darth Vulcanus]

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Nal Hutta
Aboard Gorda Desilijic's "Pleasure" Barge

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Like it or not, life is a game of survival - everyone's just in it for what they can squeeze out of it. Everyone. The slave dancers bathing themselves in neon light, the guards rigidly posted beside their masters and more than all of them, The Hutt Lords folded over their thrones.

Gorda Desilijic Jetiure understood this game more than he understood himself. The Hutts had built the Kajidics out of a simple necessity. Survival. The pirate constitutions, the bounty hunters guilds and all the various other gatherings of filth. All of it was to keep the predators from destroying each other when the prey was so abundant.

It wasn't about honor. It wasn't about codes. It was all survival.

Another cloud of ashen smoke rolled from greasy lips, rising to encircle Gorda like a crown. A raised platform at the head of the Barge's clubroom kept him out of the neon throbbing, casting him in a veil of shadow that broke only when a significant burst of red or blue light managed the gathering a flash of his sickly green pallor. Beside him, a contingent of other bulbous, shadowy figures loomed with him over all in attendance.

Scum from across the galaxy had gathered to see the pleasures the so-called Lords of Nal Hutta could provide for them. And it was all on display. Trandoshan hunters clawed at each other for the chance to buy a wookiee slave. Zeltron paraded about, whisking away hired guns to backrooms and dark corners. Twi'lek dancers mesmerized patrons, who threw credits about the stage and species of all varieties rolled, smoked, shot, snorted and escaped themselves in endless bags of spice.

The marginal loss was substantial to carry this all on, but Gorda had assured the Lords it would not disappoint.

"Pleasures" he had said, standing before them in the ancient halls, "I am a connoisseur of pleasures. If we wish to build an empire, we must become addictive. Irrestiable."

"Nothing is more addictive than pleasure"

And perhaps he was right. The first wave of scum had thrown themselves into the delights without pause or hesitation and soon, the second wave of attendees would arrive to meet the Lords - and when all had their fill of pleasures, the real meetings would begin.

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[member="Acaleus Thorn"], [member="Arekk"], @Darth Carnifax, [member="Gorba the Hutt"], [member="Hlim'izun'sittur"], Julian Valentine, [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Sotta the Hutt"], @Zelgatha the Hutt

 

[John Ash]

What was it about the underside of law that drew John in and dictated the flow of so much of his life? His mother was a police officer on Coruscant and his father a professional soldier. You would think that order would be the driving force of his destiny. But it wasn't. Chaos was. The unpredictable yet understandable nature of the less legal was what his life was now. After all, his only real connection or care for the law had been his mother but she had died trying to protect the people of Coruscant when the Sith had attacked. His father had become disabled and traumatized during that battle while serving the Republic. Spice and paid companions had become his coping mechanism as John worked in whatever job he could get to support the both of them during it. John himself had also almost seen himself turned into a slave by pirate slavers only for anti-slavery terrorists to free him before he was turned into a product.

So for John, survival was chaos. It was doing what you had to with as much control over yourself as you could have. Pleasure was just a means of escape and a trap. It was a way for others to feel in control of the chaos about them when they weren't. Instead of embracing their own survival by accepting the chaos, they just wanted to pretend that neither existed. That was why John wasn't a big fan of these indulging pleasure trips that everyone else was so willing to part take in. What he wanted was to get down to business and see what this current waste of time could offer him.

Sitting in a booth with a glass of whiskey in his hand, John kept tabs on the room. His duster was on but without the helmet. He couldn't exactly drink with coming covering his mouth. He had a pistol on each hip and belt full of toys if anyone started up trouble. There was no real worry about that happening given the mood of the crowd, but he always liked to be prepared in case it showed up. Better to be the one who finishes something rather than be the one who starts it after all. He didn't drag Blackwall along with him this time around. It wasn't like he needed a bodyguard given his former career. So instead he just kept on nursing his glass of whiskey and waited for the main event to actually begin.

[member="Gorda the Hutt"] [member="Emilia Delane"]

 

[AdrienBroD]

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[Melexandria]

"Pleasure barge." Mel chuckled to her self. Glitterstim, Blue Lightning, Pink Thunder,Sansanna, Ryll. "I wonder how much of this stuff I have delivered" She thought to her self. "MEL RUN" a maternal voice in her head screamed. "get out of here melanie. It's not safe." Says the sisterly voice. "Shut up" mel screeches as she grabs a bag of glitterstim sits at the nearest table and smoked a little.

She grabbed a waiter to order some Bantha milk to wash out the flavor with. The voices have been talking a lot recently. Telling her what she should do acting like her mom and sister. "But there's no way it could be them. Right? " She shudders at the thought as she waits patiently in her booth scoping the place out.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Born in some distant unknown planet, got kidnapped. Maybe his fathers were death, maybe not. The slavers may be in here or not. Doesnt matter "Venus, if someone try to..." "Oh im not going with you Ac. If it were a normal bar, but in there are more killers i could find in a single week going in missions with you" Venus said farewell, leaving the assassin and flying the ship away. Acaleus entered alone. If it was a meeting, he wouldnt avoid the party, as it could be taken as a sign of disrespect "Kidnappers, killers and slavers.. Chaos in one place"

He didnt bring a wallet, as surely someone would steal it from him. The wrist lightsabers wouldnt call to much attention, but waiting without doing anything... So, after walking close to the bar, the force brought him a fine bottle of whisky, without anyone noticing. With bottle in hand, he avoid being caught, opening it. If negotiations went south, he would leave with a good bottle of rum "Now...i wait" said taking a sip

[member='Gorda the Hutt'] [member='John Ash']

 

[Avery Rose Garter]

For Xavierah, life had never been normal. From day one the rhythm of her existence had been offset, and as she grew older she had done nothing to correct it. The philosophy of the Hutt Lords was one she could understand, as it was something her father had imparted on her since day one. For her life had always been about survival, doing what she could to stay on top and get ahead, to be recognized just once by her true parent while under the care of the only real guardian she'd ever had. She understood survival innately, and had never been above doing what was necessary to ensure it.

Perhaps that was the reason she'd been invited, because she understood her hosts in a way most didn't. Or maybe it was because her surname still drew attention after all the years that had passed. In reviving her father's syndicate under a new name she already had more attention now than she had in the previous decades of her life, and it was still something she was learning to balance.

Pale blue eyes looked across the gathering from within a corner booth, smoke framing her face as she lit a cigarette. It was a habit Jaeel had discouraged from day one to no avail, and it was one that had continued well on into her adult life. Now she had far more to worry about than consequences of health, especially since this was her first public appearance since reviving and renaming the Eclipse Syndicate. She'd come with guards as was typical, two men standing on either side of her booth, not visibly armed but no less dangerous for it. A blaster pistol was concealed on her own person, holstered against the small of her back.

She was here for curiosity and old friendship's sake, and for a chance to gain a foothold. Nothing more.

[member="Acaleus Thorn"] | [member="Melexandria"] | [member="John Ash"] | [member="Gorda the Hutt"] | [member="Arekk"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"] | [member="Hlim'izun'sittur"] | [member="Julian Valentine"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Zelgetha The Hutt"]

 

[Koda Fett]

Pleasure.

This wasn't the type of place that the Mandalorian Bounty Hunter derived such a thing. He wasn't the man who bounced rhythmically with whatever tune that played, had a gaze that lingered a little too long on a curvaceous woman, or spent his down time drinking enough alcohol that his throat burned the next day and he didn't have a clue as to why. Fett's pleasure was his purpose. That's where he found solace, and his purpose was to be a Bounty Hunter. With a tally higher than any other, he is considered the best. From the Sith Empire, the former Supreme Commander of the late Galactic Alliance. His reputation was recognised, be sure of that.

So, why was he here? Business. Always business.

Fett wandered the Pleasure Barge, his booted feet made a sound that wasn't audible over the thrumming music and loud chatter as he paced through a busier room- armed to the teeth. Those that caught wind of him were intelligent enough (surprisingly) to step out of his way. He had another Hutt that desired his services. Could hardly blame them. First with Gorba, and now with Gorda. Wonder if they'd start a war over who is the more powerful 'Gor'.

The Bounty Hunter passed through another set of doors, finding himself in the company of Gorda the Hutt. He never did like the look of them; all their slime, girth, and attitude. Maybe it was because Koda never appreciated anyone that acted superior, might be that complex of his own kicking in. It's what happened after you achieved so much and never truly had to be humble.

[member="Gorda the Hutt"]

 

[Arekk]

NAL HUTTA​

Gorda Desilijic's "Pleasure" Barge​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Gorda the Hutt"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Xavierah Stargo"]​

The word had already been spread out from Nar Shaddaa to the rest of the galaxy and affiliates of the underworld that Ar'ekk Daesharacor or mostly known as "The Champion of the Kajidii" was back in business. His name would not mean much to veteran criminals or seasoned bounty hunters but those who knew him would know how much of a loyal individual he was.

However, to make a name of himself out there and be known was a topic he didn't really much care about and at the end it didn't matter.

To be personally invited by another Hutt to a party of sorts aboard their "pleasure" barge was a big honor and he did not take that lightly. It was only the right thing to do to show up and mingle with the wrong type of crowd despite swearing one day he'd never do that ever again.

Once again the credits and promises of eternal wealth got the best of him yet this time he was in control of himself and the business. The option to retire comfortably was available to whenever he wanted to use it, Lithios would be waiting for him.

Irresistible as always, two female Twi'leks wrapped their hands around the Je'daii's torso and showed him around the pleasure barge. The worst of the worst had managed to gather here ranging from stone-cold killers, slavers, slicers, mercenaries, etcetera.

And once they had reached a massive wooden door that made way to Gorda the Hutt, the two girls would depart his presence to allow him, the Mandalorian and the Hutt in the room have a private chat of their own. The bounty hunter certainly looked familiar but Ar'ekk could not remember from where he had seen him. Perhaps the hunter himself did know, knowing these type of individuals excel in never forgetting things.

Who knows?

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[Darth Vulcanus]

Gorda Desijilic ​

Interacting with: @Arekk @Koda Fett​

The second wave had rolled to shore just as he planned it to and as Koda Fett was led in beside Arekk Daesharacor, the girth of slime and greed kept its back to the both of them. They would wait for him to speak or they would leave empty handed - this was but one of the many things he controlled in his world. And this barge was indeed his world.

More saccharine smoke bellowed into the darkness of the office overlooking the club below, thinning into strands that were carried past the men and out the open door behind them. The Hutt's eyes were still locked on the scene below, but they had since singled out a handful of guests he had taken special care in inviting - just as he had with the two men waiting behind his flat, bed-like throne.

"Jaeel" Gorda's thick Huttese echoed into the shadows, and from them, a tall human materialized. Dressed in a pressed Nabooian black suit, with his dulling jawline and mid-length greying-black hair, the man looked almost painfully average - but he stood with a confidence of an old stone wall.

"Your Stargo girl and that one, there" he continued in Huttesse, pudding-pouch fingers pointing out @Xaveriah Stargo and [member="John Ash"], "speak with them about what we have discussed. Waddle!"

The Hutt called for the toydarian whose withered wings carried him to his master's side as Jaeel strode past Arekk and Koda without as much as a greeting glance. "Those two, I want the price of their loyalty." He commanded, pointing to [member="Acaleus Thorn"] and [member="Melexandria"].

The ugly creature mumbled a series of frantic praises before fluttering past the two men as well, talking to himself the entire way. The door clattered closed behind the toydarian and once it had, the floor beneath Hutt rotated like a well-oiled turntable until he was face to face with Koda and Arekk at last.

"Fett, Daesharacor - your reputation proceeds you both. If the stories are true, your caliber of scum would be well received to my collection." The hutt spoke only in his native tongue and when he was finished took another dragon on the hooka standing beside his throne, "Do not waste my time and I won't waste yours. My offers are non-negotiable, but I pay well for loyalty. The job I brought you here for is dangerous but its worth 80,000 credits each of your time."

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JAEEL ALBANTHIAN​

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(JAY-ELL AHL-BAN-TH-EE-AHN)​

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Interacting with: [member="John Ash"] , @Xaveriah Stargo​

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Jaeel swaggered through the daze of drunks, druggies, and whores as best as one could manage when surrounded by drunks...druggies and...whores. Thankfully the tides of vice shifted half-way through the crowd and he could once again see his daughter and John Ash.

No. Zev's daughter and John Ash. He kicked himself at the thought, shook his but kept his stride going. The two had - likely unbeknownst to them - sat directly beside one another in separate booths. It was the best blessing he could have asked for, clients and potential partners always look better to you the less you moved them around. Plus, Xaveriah would have pulled teeth to stay where she was and getting the two together would have been a hassle he ill could afford.

"John Ash?" Jaeel asked, standing a between the two booths, hand casually tucked into his coat pockets "Jaeel Albanthian, I'm an associate of Gorda Desijilic."

Jaeel reached out a firm handshake, "Gorda got tied up in another meeting so I came to discuss our propositions with you and Miss Stargo." he pointed towards Xaveriah with a tight smile, "have you two already made acquaintance?"

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"Waddles"​

Interacting with: [member="Acaleus Thorn"] , [member="Melexandria"]​

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"EYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" the voice of ground glass pierced through the crowd as Waddles stammered his way through the air towards Thorn and Melexandria. The old crone was loud and obnoxious, bumping and pushing his way through partygoers on his way towards the two criminals. The two had taken seats close enough to be within conversational distance of each other and now they had the misfortune of having to converse with the old toydarian.

Despite all the outward bafoonery, however, there was a reason he managed to survive his indentured servitude. He had an eye for appraisal, bartering and getting Gorda what he wanted. "I couldn't help but notice you two sitting here, eh? Both of you got that dangerous eye! EYY yes I've seen it before, it's that look the boss likes!"

 

[Koda Fett]

Dangerous? If only he were far younger and possessed all the immaturity that came with it, he might of just announced that it was his middle name. The Mandalorian was certainly no stranger to the concept of danger. Created to be thrust into similar environments, trained to survive, grew beyond expectations. The rest is sparsely documented. His history was something he kept to himself, an enigmatic Hunter of Man. His exploits were all anybody knew of him, be sure of that. From the capture of Lady Kay and Veiere Arenais, to dealings with the Sith Emperor himself. It's all anybody knew, and it's all they would know.

As the Toydarian buzzed past Fett, he briefly followed it until he caught the eye of Ar'ekk. That was a face he couldn't quite forget, one of the only men who held Koda's life in their hands. It was in the past now. The Bounty Hunter was a mere fledgling then, but now he resided at the top of the game. It seemed as if Ar'ekk had climbed that hierarchy himself. It was a cruel ladder with all too many broken rungs, ready to let you slip in a moments notice. You had to be cautious, you had to be good.

Fett offered nothing more than a slow nod of acknowledgement. If anything, he could respect Daesharacor.

His attention was brought back to Gorda once the slug began speaking, however. The T-Visor'd helmet offering nothing more than a dead stare, but beneath it a scowl of disgust was present. Hutts were certainly among his least favourite of all Creatures, that and anything with Tentacles. The Bounty Hunter didn't ask any questions, didn't refute the price, simply allowing Gorda to accept his silence as a listening ear.

[member="Gorda the Hutt"] - @Arekk

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

-| On Bloody Wings |-
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"They want you dead," she whispered into his ear and giggled. Her voice growing distant but booming in the vast emptiness of his nightmares. Lysle turned but could see nothing in the eternal darkness. He tried to chase the voice but it made her laugh all the more. The echo of her devilish delight bounced off invisible walls and shattered his dream.

He awoke from his short nap on the pleasure barge in a private room. The trip from The Wheel had been long and he needed a moment of respite. He hadn't slept well in years but no one could tell from the iconic steel-hard gaze he gave to his inferiors, and the dead blue eyes that fell upon them. The eyes that he had become so well known for in the underworld.

Lysle stood in his room, nude and fresh from a warm shower. He held out his arms as his secretary began to dress him, fitting his suit to a laser precision, combing his hair with the elegance of a master and spraying a dab of cologne onto the crime lord. She knew that Lysle needed perfection in all things. Including servitude. She bowed and departed the room.

Waiting outside the door was Julian Valentine, Bounty Hunter. When Lysle first met him the kid was AWOL from an imperial academy, worked as a basic goon and went by the name of Julian Solo. Lysle told him a name like that attracted unnecessary attention, and ever the romantic, Julian changed it to Valentine. He would later become a hitman for Lysle, and once Lysle moved operations to Neos, a bounty hunter for both the Red Raven Syndicate and elite independent clientele. He wasn't any other bounty hunter on the block, he was a premium commodity, and he charged as such. Just having Valentine act as bodyguard for Lysle on this escapade was costing him 125,000c, and if any trouble occurred that would quadruple.

Lysle took the stairs to the main floor of the pleasure barge. The smell of Zeltron pheromones was thick in the air and he made a mental note of staying calm and remaining alert. Julian towered beside him, mechanical legs providing a powerful stride across the desk, and Lysle noticed Julian was staring at someone. Lysle followed Julians gaze and followed his line of sight. Gorda was entertaining a few people, including a Mandalorian and some other individual that Lysle couldn't name. Lysles gaze turned back to Julian and noticed the clenching of his fist. This would be interesting, he thought.

 

[Jax Vandal]

Location: Hutt Pleasure Barge
Objective: Get meeting with Lords of Nal Hutta

“I could get used to this.” Jax said to his lieutenant with a smirk. He looked around at the captivating twi’lek dancers and the various faces around the room. “Looks like we’re on our way up.”

“Head in the game Jax there’s big players everywhere.” Gunner said red glow coming off his eyes.

This was one of the nicer places Jax had ever seen. After being stuck on that forsaken planet Nalrobi for months he was ready to get back in the game. The Muertos were coming back with a vengeance. His mechanical leg clanging against the ground in unison with Gunner’s. His robotic companion put most of his concerns at ease. Not many were looking to pick a fight with the fearsome droid around. They approached a booth that had a couple nobody’s sitting around the table.

“Leave.” Gunner uttered with a mechanical growl.

They didn’t take their time finding somewhere else to sit. Jax leaned back in the seat ordered a drink and lit his deathstick. He would wait for the bigger gangsters to have their meetings. He didn’t mind scraps, scraps here were fortunes back home.

 

[Arekk]

NAL HUTTA​

Gorda Desilijic's "Pleasure" Barge​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Gorda the Hutt"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Xavierah Stargo"]​

He was flattered, in a way, to be in the presence of another Hutt in such a little time after his return to the underworld.

The reputation he carefully built for himself on Nar Shaddaa by running The Hawk's Circle opened so many doors for his career and despite going into a self-imposed exile somewhere undisclosed the very same individuals that would want him dead were looking to get him on board with their organizations.

From the corner of his eye a Toydarian flew past him and a Mandalorian wearing a very particular armor, way too familiar. It was the infamous bounty hunter Koda Fett. The last time they saw each other, Ar'ekk held his lightsaber at throat's length of the mighty Koda and almost made sure he didn't see the light of day.

That didn't happen because he spared his life.

Acknowledging the nod with the same gesture in return, the man's attention returned back to Gorda the Hutt. A slimey slug who enjoyed smoking toxic waste from their pipe and to be sorrounded by scum, Ar'ekk "wondered" who else liked that type of stuff.

"I'm listening."

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[Avery Rose Garter]

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As Jaeel approached she sat up just a bit straighter, exhaling another cloud of smoke before resting her cigarette on the ashtray that sat in the middle of the table. His presence signaled that some sort of formal meeting was about to begin, and despite the fact that she did all she could to keep personal bias aside, she knew he would note the slight change in her demeanor. Business was business, this much was true, but she was grateful to be discussing it with him as opposed to another of the Hutt's partners. At the very least she knew how to talk to him, and get her way if it came to that.

"No, we haven't had a chance to meet yet. I'd be happy to change that." Her former guardian knew her well enough to be aware that she was unwilling to change position, and so her response was an unspoken invitation for the stranger to join her in the booth. With one hand she motioned for her guards to stand aside and they complied wordlessly. Wisps of smoke hung in the air as she took another pull from the cigarette, knocking ash from its tip with a flick of her finger.

"What offers has Gorda made?"

[member="Gorda the Hutt"] | [member="John Ash"]

 

[Queen Popara]

Her fat and heavy arm lift itself a bit, going down with a powerful slap right in the ragged twi'lek. Don Fortuna turned to look her mistress with a hurt look in his face, he was used to the abuses of a Hutt, but as a slave, he could do nothing about that except leaning his head, appreciate in a soft voice saying thank you and smiling. Something that the big pink eyes of Popara not even minded to look, but she dangled her whip in the small right hand, demanding in a loud and deep bossy voice, that spoke in huttese, and nothing else.
"Faster, vermin, faster.", and he pushed her Lounger 432GLM faster than before, making a stupid sound of exhausting that made Popara give a very short and profound laugh that gave a chill in the spines of the gamorrean guards that followed the hoverboard of Popara with big axes in they're hands. The Hutt was impatient, she didn't need a invitation from [member="Gorda the Hutt"] to come to this pleasure party n his luxury barge. They were all Hutts, and that meant blood was thicker than mud, even bad blood. She belonged to the Anjiliac kadajic, they had business in Nar Shadda e Nal Hutta, but her true power and control was in Point Nadir, where the Angiliac reigned supreme, and they're word was law. And so heard the rumor of a Tête à tête right in her under mouth, and when the invitation did not arrived, like Don mentioned, she slap him again in the mouth and told that Hutts that have to explain themselves and they're social rules are no Hutts, and if not us, then why not us? "Find, Gorda now...", the Hutt growled and snap the whip in Fortuna's back, waving to the waiter and grabbing the bowl of food in his platter, eating a piece and tossing the rest right in his face, not long after swing the whip at him and screaming. "Bring me food or you're next!" and her free arm grabbed the waist of a beautiful trandosha female dancer, bringing her a little closer to her body. Despite being a female, she liked girls as well, and after sniffing a bit, she pushed the dancer away and spat in her, waving for Bubo, whistling for the bog dog to attack the dancer lizard, while she laughed with her deep solene voice, suddenly stopping before turning to his human slave intendant striking the whip on the ground, growing in a deep, almost girly, whisper. "Make arrangements with that filthy."

 

[Anse Tahvo]

'Devil' Anse Tahvo found himself amongst the most peculiar company. Surrounded by all manner of scum and villainy that the galaxy had to offer, all here to lick the slime trails of their host just for the chance of employment. What made it peculiar was not exactly the class of company, but the environment they were in. A pleasure barge decked to the nines that could rival a Tapanii Vor-cal feast with its limitless selection of food and beverage. Though, unlike a Vor-cal, food and beverage was not the only item on the menu. Sinful company of the living flesh and all other manners of pleasure were accessible those that wish to partake. The familiar euphoric trance of the zeltronian and falleen was hard not to miss as their gift of pheromones tainted air making the patrons ravenous for more.

Anse, not immune to the wiles of his surrounding, was puffing upon a hookah pipe and enjoying his Duros Ale. His large brimmed hat was currently upon the head of a scantily clad zeltrosian woman who had found home on his lap and took comfort in the feel of his dark leather great coat and fine tailored vest pressed to her nearly bare back. The durosian gunslinger ran his long bluish-green fingers along her arm then thigh before relenting the pipe for her to take a turn. Anse was may have been a cold ruthless creature that lacked morality but he sure did enjoy the pleasures that the galaxy had to offer. If one was to live a life of violence, was best to enjoy all one could have each day he could.

His eyes would venture upon the large slug like forms of the many hutts that sat regal on their thrones. Many found these ancient beasts to be undesirable and grotesque monsters. To Anse ,they were oversized troves of opportunity and wealth. Many would gag at the hutt's distinct aroma, but Anse had quickly learned that was the smell of credits....... if one played their cards right. So for now, he would partake in this great offering and wait to see what the future held for him amongst these Lords of Nal Hutta.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Gorda Desijilic
Interacting with: @Arekk @Koda Fett

"Good" Gorda took another long, dry drag on the pipe before continuing, "The Nar Kanji is an ancient Hutt colony, one that has been without its masters for far too long. Unfortunately, the potential of the slaves there is wasted on their trying to overcome their natural disposition in life."

The Kanjiklub had been a pain in the side of the Hutts for centuries now, going from renegade slave gang to impromptu governmental entity on Nar Kanji - treading the line between something legitimate and the street thugs they were at heart. "The Kanjiklub and their leader, Baandi Kalso need to be dealt with - for good. The Scale Skin Trandoshan clan will go with you to subjugate our slaves and set up Desilijic slave operations. Capture any Kanjiklub you can, kill the rest and you'll get your bounty."

As the Hutt finished explaining the deal, the blast doors to the office hissed open and a smooth, green twi'lek - wearing strands of silk that barely covered her body - hurried through. She almost seemed to float on the air as she gracefully took to Gorda's side and whispered something into his ear.

"AH!" a guttural bark of dismay followed the pools of slime that ran down the slug's chin whatever news had been delivered. Apparently, [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] had finally slogged out of his room and the renowned bounty hunter, [member="Anse Tahvo"] had finally made his appearance - but that was where the good news ended. [member="Popara the Great"] - a name Gorda loathed to hear let-alone speak, had arrived uninvited and was making demands to see him. If it wasn't against the Kajidic Codes he'd have her thrown off the side of the barge right now...

"Send company to the bounty hunter and the Raven and tell that arrogant slime, Popara, that she will await her audience like the rest!" By hutt standards, Popara still better than 99% of all aliens, but that didn't mean Gorda had to like her. He just couldn't kill her. With a violent sweep of his hand just over the Twi'leks head, he sent her scurrying back out the door to have his will be done.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Anse Tahvo"]

After delivering her master's orders, Liala Fae swayed through the crowd toward Lysle of the Hydian Way and Anse Tahvo - but the closer she got the slower she moved. She could sense the simmering heat off the top of Lysle's bodyguard from here and it was the kind of heat that she didn't think her lacey, transparent leggings or form-fitting top could distract from. It was focused, concentrated like the way her master stared at someone he didn't like or a slave he was about to have thrown from the barge...

She didn't want to go to them, she didn't want to sway her hips or grind her ass but until she learned how to fly she couldn't disobey her master's orders. So she pressed on, doing her best to hide her disgust under a wanting smirk and exaggerated swings of the hips.

"Hello there, Lysle...Anse" she put on a smile as best she could, fingertips cascading from neck to hip if they would allow it, "Gorda sent me to make sure you had everything you need....drinks....food...pleasure; he'd hate to neglect the need of famous individuals when they need something - special"

 

[Arekk]

NAL HUTTA​

Gorda Desilijic's "Pleasure" Barge​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Gorda the Hutt"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Xavierah Stargo"]​

The job offer was straightforward and sounded simple on paper. Nothing was simple though and he knew that very well, the competitors were mostly seasoned individuals with a wide range of skills such as Koda.

Ar'ekk wasn't in it for the credits or the fame but for the thrill and adrenaline that such tasks gave him. He wasn't stupid to say no to 80,000 credits, though.

"Consider it done. I'm going to require all the information to be transfered to an encrypted datapad."

Without much further do, Ar'ekk waited for the right moment to excuse himself from Gorda the Hutt's presence knowing that the slug would have to deal with countless of other visitors that had been invited for the very same reason: Make money and build connections.

"Would that be everything?"

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[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

A Twi'lek dancer approached Lysle and greeted them. As she began to talk she reached out to trail a finger down Lysle. Valentine reached over and snatched her wrist with a tad too much force, yanking her arm away from the crime lord, "Hands off," he hissed at the alien and shoved her back. Lysle would have scolded the bounty hunter but he was doing his job. Protecting Lysle. You couldn't trust a Hutt nor their servants, let alone on their ground.

It was dangerous for Lysle to be here and he had brought the appropriate protection. "I don't require your services," Lysle said to the Twi'lek, "And sorry for my bodyguards behavior, it is truly for my own safety." He mentally noted her beauty and that he would have to have a nightclub built within Babylon, perhaps a few pleasure dens near his penthouse, too, full of various beautiful aliens such as the one before him.

Lysle excused himself from her presence and turned to the belching Hutt, he eyed Popara and knew the disdain Gorda held for her. Hutts seemed to always be scheming against one another and Lysle would use that to his maximum advantage. He strode towards the gargantuan Hutt and bowed, Valentine did not follow suit. Lysle stood up straight and introduced himself, "My name is Lysle Rigger, I have heard of you mighty Popara, the corpulent one!"

He made a brief show of theatrics at her supreme royalty. Lysle served to please both allies and enemies. It made him both feared and revered. He could bend the knee to any man, but he would not do it for he believed them worthy of it. He did it for his own scheming ways. "I would hope to speak business with you, Popara the Great."

[ - [member="Popara the Great"] - ]

 

[Koda Fett]

NAL HUTTA​

GORDA DESILIJIC'S PLEASURE BARGE​

GORDA'S PRESENCE​

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That Carbine he cradled had found itself propped against his shoulder, it's barrel facing the ceiling. Threatening to blast a hole straight through it, despite making no indication of doing so. The Bounty Hunter always felt more comfortable with a weapon in his hand, even though he bristled with them. He was as much the instinctive killer that his template was, and thus they shared all too many similarities. A shame, depending on which perspective you looked at it. At the very least, one may hope Koda doesn't go out the same way dear old Jango did. A nasty fate if there ever was one.

"Deal." The Mandalorian's muffled voice spoke out, almost electronic due to the synthesising of the helmet's speakers. Assuming that these directives were to be sent to him, and when they did they were to secretive. Gorda clearly wasn't stupid if he garnered this much wealth through his wrong-doings.

A singular glance to his right, catching a Zeltron woman staring at him in a... certain way. Something about the armour, or maybe the tales of the man who lied beneath it. Didn't matter much. Fett wasn't one for flimsies or floosies- his attention fell back on the Hutt of all things.

[member="Gorda the Hutt"] - [member="Arekk"]
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