THE VARL STATION
Criminal Syndicates had once been forced to deal their hands in the shadows beneath the banners of another, forced to follow the rules and laws of someone else, someone that had reach so far beyond their own, and ensured that the lot of them listened and obeyed. It was to be no more, this newfound Consortium had decided. Gorba the Hutt of the Bareesh Kajidic had called for a summons, a meet between the various criminal elements that had stretched themselves across the stars. It was on The Wheel that the scum of the Galaxy had convened, and in the conclusion of said meet had banded as one in an effort to create a united front that was able to best serve their interests freely. Independent, to answer to themselves and themselves alone.
The Hutt territories had once suffered. Yet, this was to mark their return and to see them become a considerable force in their own domain.
It was on the Varl Station - the newly constructed and luxurious station that orbited its namesake - that the various syndicates had elected to meet once more. It was not for business this time, no, rather for reasons that often better suited their lavish lifestyles much more than tedious conversations that concerned their trade. It was intended to be an event unseen since before the incursion of the Bryn'adul into Hutt Space; the sort to be assumed of a Hutt, in truth, as the wealth of a thousand systems collected across centuries was on full display. Yet, it seemed as if the numerous decks had been filled by those that entertained themselves in the pleasures of the Galactic Underworld, either for their trade or personal fulfillment. Even those that had become items to those within it had been in attendance, of course. And in no small number, either.
The Hutt viewed the various banners that scattered themselves around the room, their base tone that of the void and the credit-coloured symbol of all their syndicates fused as one. It was the main theme of the event
The Hutt viewed the various banners that scattered themselves around the room, their base tone that of the void itself and the credit-colour symbol of all the syndicates fused as one in the centre. It was the main theme of the event. It seemed as if it was decorate across the entire station, yet the symbol itself was never on the floor; not to be trodden on as if the old banner of a failed state. Orotta was not to allow it. But for all the food, for all the drinks that had been sent in from the most exotic of locations, none had matched the main entertainment: the Axis of Champions.
It was a colossal coliseum arena in the heart of the station. In it, had been two beasts that battle on the rock-like terrain; their footfalls akin to thunderstorms, and each collision had been met with cheers - two rancors torn from Felucia, bulls of the most ridiculous of stature clawed into one another, sunk their teeth into the hide of the other. It was brutal, but it was adored. Rest assured, even after the fall of the beasts had come, more were to reveal themselves and the bets were to continue. But it was not solely for exotic creatures, slave warriors also battled in the arena and often in the shadows of the creatures, forced to content with them too. Few survived, but the thrill of the bloodsport enthralled most.
Invitations had been sent to the furthest reaches of the Galaxy. It seemed as if there was no one that had not recieved one. From the Moffs of the New Imperial Order to the Politicians of the Galactic Alliance, the scum that was once in their service to the Sith themselves. If the Consortium wished to see itself become more, it needed allies, it needed to make deals, and it was a lucrative area of the Galaxy.
It was to be as intended, to mark the rise of the Hutt Space Consortium.
OOC: The Hutt Space Consortium has sent invitations across the Galaxy to all the various factions. It includes all the characters within them, should they wish to attend. You may be a Jedi that aims to seek out the motives and ensure there is an obtainable peace, a smuggler that needs work, or even a politician that wishes to have allies in darker, more lawless areas of space. Anything goes! Hope to see you in thet thread.
