Did Someone Order a War?
Bootana Hutta Region – Gos Hutta System - Kor Oktanivii Planet

Location: North Continent
Deep in Hutt Space.
FFE’s Main Production Facility, Punta Outman Geesa, or Dead Outlanders
In the rubbled filled interlinked cities of Seutta and Nuttaon
Project Designation: ATRS - Advanced Tamper Resistant System.
Technicians Involved: 32
Expendable Henchmen on Site: Several
Spice Sticks Ordered: 650
Bottles of Liquor stocked: 7,000
Handovers expected: One.
The dome shaped facilities often nicknamed deadballs, affectionately so or just as an insult, depending on your mood, today they were scene of the usual boisterous arguments going on. Coming to the attention of FFE was that their vast plans for a wealth of guns could simply be taken to pieces, copied and replicated by another with less effort than stuffing five jawa sideways into a vat of trandoshan brandy, which admittedly wasn’t often tried but the point remained. FFE wasn’t going to start releasing things on mass until it had a viable counter tech to jawa stuffing, or any reverse engineering method that might be tried for that matter.
Sere was tapping her tail, not anxious for everyone to settle down, she just liked the core drive rock that was blaring out, it calmed her, like everything.
"Boss urrrr..."
"Yes?"
"Jandal's not urrrr coming?"
"Why?"
"He had an urrr fall, he urrr, blew his leg off, but it got better."
Right then, now that important piece of business was settled by Bssik her large intellectual Trandoshan guardsman, her lackey fired a gun upward to settle everyone down, the cry from above as someone fell from the balcony, was entirely incidental and unrelated, at least it got everyone's attention.