Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
Popo sat in his penthouse suite atop The Wheel. It was in Sith space, true, but the Hutt paid his taxes and bribed the right officials and was more or less left alone by the empire. Sith ships and personnel came and went through the system and the Wheel which was good business for Popo and another resupply dock, space station, and resource for the Sith. It was a fair deal, but Popo still didn't like it. Popo disliked anything aside from his own, 'fair' deals, but there wasn't much to be done about it. Not now, at least. Maybe later the Republic or the Mandalorians would come and take the system. It would be a new master and a new set of taxes, but if he could, he'd finagle a better deal. Until then, however, the Sith ruled the system and Popo was the master of the Wheel.
The huge Hutt leaned back in his chair, a thick, plush pad on the floor, really, and waited. He had a little project going on that he needed help with. It was something that he required specialized materials for and he'd fortunately found someone to provide which meant he could move forward. He doubted the person in question would make it in the flesh to the Wheel and had set up a holoprojector in the room. That is, he'd yelled at a few indentured servants and threatened to eat a Jawa mechanic until they set it up perfectly and very, very quickly in front of his chair. The Shell Hutt found that funny, truth be told. He would never eat a Jawa. They were too big to eat whole and required dissection into smaller, more manageable pieces to devour. That and they tasted absolutely horrid. Sullustans tasted better to the Hutt, which was saying a lot in comparison.
For now, Popo simply sat, which he was very good at, and waited. He debated on turning on the micro repulsors set into his durasteel armor to 'pace' around the room as he waited, but opted not to. He was comfy and hopefully the contractor would show up soon, either in the flesh or via holo. Instead, Popo drained a massive wine glass and burped quietly. He just had to be patient. He'd spent centuries being patient. A few more minutes wouldn't kill him. Though it might kill a luckless servant soon...
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The huge Hutt leaned back in his chair, a thick, plush pad on the floor, really, and waited. He had a little project going on that he needed help with. It was something that he required specialized materials for and he'd fortunately found someone to provide which meant he could move forward. He doubted the person in question would make it in the flesh to the Wheel and had set up a holoprojector in the room. That is, he'd yelled at a few indentured servants and threatened to eat a Jawa mechanic until they set it up perfectly and very, very quickly in front of his chair. The Shell Hutt found that funny, truth be told. He would never eat a Jawa. They were too big to eat whole and required dissection into smaller, more manageable pieces to devour. That and they tasted absolutely horrid. Sullustans tasted better to the Hutt, which was saying a lot in comparison.
For now, Popo simply sat, which he was very good at, and waited. He debated on turning on the micro repulsors set into his durasteel armor to 'pace' around the room as he waited, but opted not to. He was comfy and hopefully the contractor would show up soon, either in the flesh or via holo. Instead, Popo drained a massive wine glass and burped quietly. He just had to be patient. He'd spent centuries being patient. A few more minutes wouldn't kill him. Though it might kill a luckless servant soon...
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