Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
There was only one thing and one thing only that Popo hated above all else: Doctoring the records of his businesses. Ever since a group of Force using interlopers had run amok in his space station, he'd been busy covering his rather immense backside from all of the ruckus. It wouldn't have been so bad, really, but one of the Force users had been Sith. A Sith Master to be precise.
All Popo had wanted to do was talk to the woman. Just a little chat. Find out what was going on, offer his help, offer some of his resources, and get a nice, big cut of the winnings. But no, the Sith just had to cut her losses and escape. While the Hutt didn't know whether or not the woman, tentatively identified as one @[member="Circe Savan"], would rummage through his files and data, he didn't want to take the chance. The Sith wouldn't do anything, really. Just find out his total revenue and increase taxes to the proper levels, but that would mean less profit and more expenses, which was something Popo didn't want at all. It would cut into his income and hurt his wallet. That was unacceptable to the Shell Hutt.
Popo keyed his commlink on the desk. He had to get things rolling to cover everything up before any Sith investigators came knocking.
"IT department," came a professional voice from the commlink.
"This is Popo," the Hutt said flatly. "Get your staff to my office. now."
The only reply was the click of an ended call from the other line. Popo sat back to wait. He'd trained his people that time was money. They didn't take the few seconds to acknowledge direct orders. Popo knew they'd be in his office in five minutes or less. Anything more and they'd feel his wrath...
(OOC: Just tagging you in this Circe to keep you appraised of what's going on OOC'ly. You showed IC'ly that you have access to the holonet at will, so IC'ly, Popo's playing it safe and covering his bases just in case)
All Popo had wanted to do was talk to the woman. Just a little chat. Find out what was going on, offer his help, offer some of his resources, and get a nice, big cut of the winnings. But no, the Sith just had to cut her losses and escape. While the Hutt didn't know whether or not the woman, tentatively identified as one @[member="Circe Savan"], would rummage through his files and data, he didn't want to take the chance. The Sith wouldn't do anything, really. Just find out his total revenue and increase taxes to the proper levels, but that would mean less profit and more expenses, which was something Popo didn't want at all. It would cut into his income and hurt his wallet. That was unacceptable to the Shell Hutt.
Popo keyed his commlink on the desk. He had to get things rolling to cover everything up before any Sith investigators came knocking.
"IT department," came a professional voice from the commlink.
"This is Popo," the Hutt said flatly. "Get your staff to my office. now."
The only reply was the click of an ended call from the other line. Popo sat back to wait. He'd trained his people that time was money. They didn't take the few seconds to acknowledge direct orders. Popo knew they'd be in his office in five minutes or less. Anything more and they'd feel his wrath...
(OOC: Just tagging you in this Circe to keep you appraised of what's going on OOC'ly. You showed IC'ly that you have access to the holonet at will, so IC'ly, Popo's playing it safe and covering his bases just in case)