Mother of Pearl
In the hall leading to Kossak’s throne room of sorts, a trio of men waited anxiously to see the Hutt. They were petty criminals—spice dealers or perhaps small time smugglers, or even hired muscle. But they were here because they owed the Hutt money. Unfortunately for them, their deadline had passed and they didn’t have nearly enough credits to placate Kossak for another month or so. No, time was running out and they had to do something quick.
The three men tried to come up with a solution the previous night, which amounted to drowning their poor fortune in ale and hoping that the Hutt would prove merciful. On the cusp of accepting their new lives as slaves or servants, one of them spotted a head of red hair from across the bar. Seemingly distracted, they’d somehow managed to drug the Zeltron’s drink without her noticing.
“Kossak the Hutt will see you now.” A male Gammorean lumbered towards them, clearly some sort of guard. He leered at the trio and the young woman they had in tow for a moment before moving out of the way, unblocking the path to their “benevolent” friend. One of the men tugged on the chain connected to a collar around the woman’s neck, and the group set off towards the crime lord.
“My Lord Kossak,” One of the men began, likely the most well-spoken of the three. “Our deepest apologies for being a bit late with your credits. However, I believe our debt can be settled with this gift we’ve brought you…” Tilting his head back, he glared at the other two as if they’d missed their cure. With a hurried motion, one of them pushed the Zeltron forward. Chained at the wrists and neck, she wore naught but a plain white slip of a dress.
“Does she please you, My Lord?”
[member="Kossak the Hutt"]
The three men tried to come up with a solution the previous night, which amounted to drowning their poor fortune in ale and hoping that the Hutt would prove merciful. On the cusp of accepting their new lives as slaves or servants, one of them spotted a head of red hair from across the bar. Seemingly distracted, they’d somehow managed to drug the Zeltron’s drink without her noticing.
“Kossak the Hutt will see you now.” A male Gammorean lumbered towards them, clearly some sort of guard. He leered at the trio and the young woman they had in tow for a moment before moving out of the way, unblocking the path to their “benevolent” friend. One of the men tugged on the chain connected to a collar around the woman’s neck, and the group set off towards the crime lord.
“My Lord Kossak,” One of the men began, likely the most well-spoken of the three. “Our deepest apologies for being a bit late with your credits. However, I believe our debt can be settled with this gift we’ve brought you…” Tilting his head back, he glared at the other two as if they’d missed their cure. With a hurried motion, one of them pushed the Zeltron forward. Chained at the wrists and neck, she wore naught but a plain white slip of a dress.
“Does she please you, My Lord?”
[member="Kossak the Hutt"]