Audrey Thénardier
Crime is a Family Business
Nal Hutta, the homeworld of the Hutts; or at least the current one. There was a lot of history to this place, as well as a lot of misery. With the Hutts having full control over a planet that they had claimed centruies ago from another race known as the Evocii it had become a den of crime and corruption for them to control at thier figertips before spreading their influence all across the galaxy, their crime following in suit. With a planet that had such a reputation as this, it was a sure fire bet that at every moment a shady deal was being conducted.
In one of the Cantians of the lesser towns on Nal Hutta a repurposed rebpulic shuttle had been parked outside. The crew that had arrived were expected by the cantian's owner, a rodian whom they paid upon entering to have a private room in the back all to theirselves. The group itself consisted of armed human guards, all wearing more fitting attire for the enviroment to look like a gang of hired thugs. There were six of them altogether, the seventh member of the group being someone who was covered in long flowing shoruded robes. The only visual way they could see being a small cut at the top for thier eyes to peek out.
Obviously a group like this caught the attetion of many, but none dared question or raise a word or finger as the group had made thier way into the private back room. Even the rodian owner hadn't said or done anything, indicating to anyone who looked to him not to ask about it.
Two men stood guard at the entrance to the room while the rest had slipped in and waited for the arrival of the guest they were expecting. Even the mysterious member had taken a seat at the table provided but only sat and waited for their partner in the meeting.
[member="Grace Darkson"]
In one of the Cantians of the lesser towns on Nal Hutta a repurposed rebpulic shuttle had been parked outside. The crew that had arrived were expected by the cantian's owner, a rodian whom they paid upon entering to have a private room in the back all to theirselves. The group itself consisted of armed human guards, all wearing more fitting attire for the enviroment to look like a gang of hired thugs. There were six of them altogether, the seventh member of the group being someone who was covered in long flowing shoruded robes. The only visual way they could see being a small cut at the top for thier eyes to peek out.
Obviously a group like this caught the attetion of many, but none dared question or raise a word or finger as the group had made thier way into the private back room. Even the rodian owner hadn't said or done anything, indicating to anyone who looked to him not to ask about it.
Two men stood guard at the entrance to the room while the rest had slipped in and waited for the arrival of the guest they were expecting. Even the mysterious member had taken a seat at the table provided but only sat and waited for their partner in the meeting.
[member="Grace Darkson"]