Prohibition Ain't Got Nuthin On Me (Hutt Cartel/Gos Hutta)

[Tefka]

Mos Gos Cantina

"Annnnd another!"

It was no secret the basic-speaking Hutt loved to party, and on a world that had prohibited the use of spice and various other substances, finding entertainment proved to be difficult. The larger Hutt had, however, found an underground cantina that provided exactly what he needed.

Spice.

FWAP.

The Hutt's face landed on the bar and began sliding side to side, inhaling the line of spice he had laid out.

"That's the stuff!" He roared, the others in the cantina watching with amazement. The funniest part was, Tefga had arrived with others from the Cartel in the hopes of appealing the Prohibition Act IX by offering amnesty and annexation of Gos Hutta's government to the Hutt Cartel's territory. Also, there had been rumors that the Besadii clan had fled here after Ylesia's debacle.

 

[Blagga Vajlicsic Indora]

After Ylesia the Hutts of the new Cartel were still looking to chase down the Basadii. The clan had moved to Gos Hutta and had... outlawed spice. So strange really. Maybe the idea was that outlawing spice would make less spice traders come in. Maybe... remove interest of the new Cartel. Blagga really hadn't a clue why they chose to do what they did. The Basadii were old blood and not exactly with it in terms of how to be profitable in the new galaxy.

Oh well, that would all end. This prohibition act would be killed and hopefully the Basadii with it. Blagga chilled in a cantina and watched as Tefga decided to ruin his brain.

 

[Barrett Haskins]

Barrett Haskins strolled in the bar around fifteen minutes later, his favorite jacket bearing new holes, a sign of combat.

"I got the delivery in, one of the guards caught on, but he's not a problem now." The chipper smuggler took a seat with his Hutt overlords. He noticed the spice, his nostrils flared in excitement, but he knew better than to ask anything from a Hutt unless you wanted to be in their debt for the next lifetime.

Which at this point in his life and career he already was, so he figured he might as well ask. "Eh?" He nodded his head toward @[member="Tefga"] and his small mountain of spice, if they were there to revolutionize the government they had to make a statement. Besides, there was a cargohold full of spice ready to flood the market as soon as possible.

Down with prohibition!

 

[Turin Val Kur]

Honestly, Vuko had no idea what they were doing on Gos Hutta. The Bedasii had made spice illegal and here they were, ready to flood the market with the stuff. Honestly, he hated everything about the drug. Why was he guarding two Hutts, one with a huge spice fetish? Because somewhere out there, one of these Hutts had his sister and lover...Though after all these years working for the Hutts...He began to have doubts. He had heard of what became of pleasure slaves...Hopefully being a Rodian had spared them some of that pain. His sister was already blind from the first time she was captured by Hutts.

With a heavy sigh, he slumped his shoulders, his heavy blaster pistol asleep in its holster at his waist and his vibroblade in its scabbard. Hopefully he wouldn't need them, as if he did...he didn't bring his armor.

 

[Tefka]

"Ho ho ho...."

Tefga slithered up towards the stage and grabbed one of the microphones from the Bith band playing at the time. He slowly turned around on the stage, seemingly taking forever to physically turn his body to face the crowd. Not one to be hasty, the Hutt looked at the rest of them while his face was still covered in the spice he had inhaled.

"The Besadii outlaws have run to this planet and hope to bleed our purses dry by running the economy of Gos Hutta into the ground with an iron fist," he bellowed. "But we're going to find these war criminals!"

"We're gonna get our spice!" He raised a fist.

"AND WE'RE GOING TO TAKE BACK OUR FREEDOM, BYAHHHHHH!" The energetic Hutt fist pumped the air and dropped the mic, slowly maneuvering back towards the bar.

 

[Keter]

Keter sat in the bar, idly drinking. His ship had been part of the smuggling convoy, arriving on the planet from all over. The Hutt that had risen to power was not endearing himself to the renegade, though the blond kept silent. It was not his place to judge his employers, not when they paid well. Besides he would need Tefga's support to become steward of Hutta. So as the slug slithered onto the stage, Keter busied himself with his drinking, wanting to finish his glass before the shooting started.