Let there be drugs

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra blessed the weather. It was raining over the ruined city of Kalandra and it meant that people would get cold. That meant that they would need to find methods of growing warm, or perhaps by fleeing reality. A Quick and easy escape was so tempting to most races...

There had been alot of improvement in Kalandra lately. Several blocks were officialy open, Citizens making their lives in the jackal controlled city.

The Hutt sat fat in his office in the drug lab he owned here. The slaves in the production line worked harder then ever to increase his production. He loved the smell of spice in the morning.

A grim looking Nikto entered his office.
"Most graceous master. Your pleasure barge is ready and waiting for you." he spoke with a bow.

Sempra merely waved him away, picked up his datapad and slithered around his desk toward the back door where his ride was waiting.

The Barge was escorted by two speeder bikes, both heading in front to make sure the road was cleared. Sempra glared at the streets outside. The area around his laboratory was almost flat, not many Buildings standing beside his own. He had wanted it that way to ensure good perception for the guards. But soon the barge hoovered into fully functioning areas of Kalandra, the worst pirate pit in the galaxy.

Soon Sempra reached the Jackal milita Head quarters. The large ride slowing down and stopped at the front door where jackal security opened the door for him. He slid forth.

" I am here to see the chief of Police" he declared and started to move inside the station. He had an appointment to make sure the man the Jackals had appointed to handle this understood which elements of the city should be allowed a Little more leeway then the rest.
Perhaps some of the leading jackals would be present themselves, that would help the meeting but otherwise he felt Confident the chief of police would know who he was and what he represented.

Sempra smiled. It was time to strike a deal with the Jackal

[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

His fingers become entwined in the woollen coat, griping it as if it were more substantial than a square of multicoloured yarn, as if it could keep him from tumbling into the present. He had worn this very coat on the day of his cybernetic rebirth, mind you re-patched and worked, it kept in it the past when he was organic. The plasma screen woke him from his daydream, it sat in the corner like an unwelcome mirror. He tried not to look, but with it off the reflected mass of machine in the room, it seemed so much worse than the real thing. The television should mean fantasy, looking at the lives of others, being a fly on the wall - not a poor copy of his own disorder.

He huffed, the steam swirling vaporise clouds of mist in-front of his vox-box, he looked to his wall a neatly stacked collection of liquor and rare spice. Mockery, he could not partake in a single grain or drop, he was destitute, clean forever in a shiny metal case. 'Would you live on if all earthly pleasures were gone'.

"Mister Flannigan." A Twi'lek called, she was his assistant and she was cast from molten metal, a fiery beauty, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling jewels. Tails of molten pink tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Cherry lips, crystal white teeth: she truly was a beautiful sight to behold. Too bad she only reminded of what he lost. "It's Sempra."

"[member="Sempra the Hutt"]." he entered, the sharp geometric squares of metal raged from the slight precise movements, the mannerisms that were now silent save for the slight movement of his skeletal form. "I live to serve." he said bowing, before standing.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra grunted a displeased sound toward his slaves who bowed away from the two. then he turned his large head toward [member="Flannigan Mcnash"].

"Most appreciated Mr Mcnash." Sempra replied and slithered forth in the room. "It truly pleases me to see Kalandra flourish in this way. You must invest alot of time here." he spoke and waved toward the window and the rain heavy skies outside.

"You could not have picked a better location for my laboratory. Bussiness are... good to me." he continued but stopped and furrowed a brow.

"But I have a concern. Did you know that I have competition here on Kalandra?"

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"], his lord and liege. He owed fealty to the Hutt, while an ancient concept such as honour was foreign to him, and it had not occured to him but he had a code a loose one but one he obeyed none the less. He rose from his bow gaining full height the metallic disks slamming down upon each-other like an out of control octopus. "I'm aware, nothing major. Back-alley labs that usually end up with the people dead from spice-sickness. If it doesn't blow up on them, but you get the successful every now and than."

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]​

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra hmmmd a low rumble and slithered forth to the wall with [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] neatly stacked collection of liquor and spice. He eyed them for a moment pondering on why Flannigan had chosen to save them. The cyborgs sentimental side was becoming more and more clear to the hutt although in the end the complex creature held new surprises every so often. By learning a mans taste there was much to gain so Sempra studied the wall while he continued to speak.

"I am aware that I am asking much of you my loyal major domo. And for such I wish to show my gratitude of course. I have brought with me a gift for you." without turning Sempra made a flick of his hand and slaves carried a package into the room placing it carefully on the floor.

"It is a D-13 cybernetical surgical droid. It is not much but we lead our lives in hostile environments. I trust this will ensure some independant safety on your behalf should the accident present itself.

Sempra tilted his head reading a label on one of the flasks on the wall.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"It is most appreciated." truth be told he needed this, it troubled him to have organics looking over his replacement parts and his monthly repair, it might have made him sleep easy if he could still do such a thing. "I'll have my men press gang these 'illegal' pharmacies. Is there anything else you'd like to discuss."

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

The hutt turned to face [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]..

"As long as the competition is kept short, I will arrange so that a cut of my Selling is distributed among your men as a token of gratitude."

"I belive we soon will have our hands filled with expansion. Lets make sure our own backyards are under Control first and foremost."

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Actually.." he addressed [member="Sempra the Hutt"], there was a dab of one his pointed digit as if knocking the smoky debri from an invisible cigar, my how he relived his precious pleasures of the flesh only now a ghost and all but hollow, mockery.. "Drunkenwell, I have the men and enough pull to have this planet for the Cartel, but I'm not going to." he finished with a pause, sizing up his reaction before continuing. "This planet is too hot, and only too late did I realise. Techno-Union, and other large factions have plans for it and we wouldn't wish to turn coat and create enemies. I'd advise this become a shadowport, we'd still take the plunders of the land while never having to take responsibility, we'd be under what ever controlling factions protection." there was a smile that only touched his eye's, a primal and animalistic joy. "They'd have no choice, as I'm in the government and apart of the economics on Drunkenwell."

"But.." he said miming the cigar to his mouth, there was a moment of recognition and he gathered his composure. "Speaking of the Techno-union, they're one of the closet factions to our proclaimed turf, and they'd be a problem if they were to help the Ravens against us, we should be looking into a meeting with them."

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra smirked as [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] explained the situation at hand.

"This was unexpected. I meant for Kalandra to be under protection of the Cartel. But you suggest that I remove my formal hand from it. The hutt blinked.

"You know this turf better then anybody trusted councelor. I will heed your advice and consider your proposal. We shall discuss it further soon."