Darth Vulcanus
Better than other-other space Kaiden
The old halls took a deep breath - dust and cobwebs ripped from the stone as the storm forced its way through the blast doors as they parted. Waddles braced himself against the wall as he entered, his withered legs shaking uncontrollably. A pair of Rodians ducked inside next, blaster pistols tucked close to their bodies and clenching the hoods of their coats. The pair stepped over the exhausted Toydarian and quickly swept the area, giving each shadow a hurried scan with the barrel of their blasters. Satisfied enough, one of the Rodians turned back ou the doors and waved his hand frantically for whoever was waiting outside. No sooner had the Rodian stepped aside then did Gorda the Hutt squeeze his bulbous body through the doors and quickly slide inside, two more Rodians entering quick on his tail.
When all three had cleared the doorway, the last two Rodians braced themselves against either side of the splitting blastdoor. The rain slowly dissipated as the two strained to push the grinding slabs of metal back together, each heaving against the weight until the lock clanked and the storm became but a muffled howl.
Gorda took a series a gurgling, sloppy breathes, shaking off the water as he adjusted the layers of oversized Bantha-leather jackets hanging over his slug-like body. One of the Rodians marched to Gorda's side and exchanged glances with his Hutt client.
"Should we continue ahead, just in case someone is waiting for you?" the Rodian suggested, blaster still held at a close ready in the direction of the inner ruins,
"Yes...go. If you find anyone alive, bring them to me alive. I wish to meet anyone stupid enough to steal from the Desilijic" Gorda ordered between heaves, unbuttoning his coats to reveal a bare chest as the Rodian called for the rest of his men and they slowly moved further into the heart of the old ruins.
After the Rodians had disappeared into the oily darkness, Waddles finally managed himself to a stand and then into a stable flight. "Master, the storm is getting worse. What if they don't come, we should-
A hard glare from the corner of Gorda's eye turned Waddles into a receeding child. "Then we will stay and begin reclaiming what my Kajidic has lost." turning back into the halls, Gorda took a moment to let the history wash over him. "There is much here to collect and preserve before the renovations begin - even if Jaeel does manage to screw up a simple job like this."
One of Gorda's more recent associates had taken it upon himself to earn his position by recruiting what he had called, "An old family member" he just revived contact with. Supposedly the human was waiting at the spaceport for the mark to arrive and he was to bring her immediately here - to the Ancient Palace of the Desilijic for what Jaeel had promised would be a lucrative deal.
Leaving Waddles behind to greet the pair when they arrived, Gorda continued deeper into the palace - disappearing deep into the shadows.