Private Show Some Respect Bruh!

[Gula the Hutt]

Location: Da Soocha

Of all the planets that the Hutts have pilfered, it's amazing that Da Shooda remained untouched. Historically speaking, the Hutts never took an interest in the Cyax system despite holding in high esteem. It was good thing too because the Da Shooda was the perfect place for fun in the sun and selling slaves. Sailing on his Superyacht, Gula remained on his throne watching slaves serve his men while they got drunk off the best alcohol in the Galaxy. It was a rare day where Gula wanted to laze around while he dragged his personal trophies with him. Three women: All taken from the planet Lothal, ever since they've been enslaved, they never left Gula's side. They wore the typical slave girl outfit sand they all have been practicing their alluring dances among other things.

On a normal day, Gula would've beaten himself up for giving in to laziness. However, his party was a celebration, a celebration of establishing a successful slave building on this planet. Gula wanted to be known as the best slaver in the Galaxy and he poured billions with a capital B into creating the most ambitious slave building of all. It'll have everything, auctions, slave pens, slave fights, gambling, food, drink, a large ass gym. It will be more than just a slave building; it'll be a resort. The planet deserved that much. "Come on girls!" Gula said happily tugging at them. "Get on up and start to entertain me! I'm getting a little bored here!"

Darlynn Arard-Milbon , Jysell Harbowe , Lirka Ka

 

[Lirka Ka]

The opulence of this place was nauseating, Lirka had little respect for the artistic tastes of the exorbitantly wealthy, and chief among that lot: the tastes of Hutts. This place lacked much of the blunt functionalism Lirka had come to appreciate in her "old" age. But regardless of her disdain, the opportunities offered in such a place could not be so easily ignored.

While many other slavers moved their merchandise through cage and chain, Lirka took a more "techy" approach to things, and as she walked towards the chambers of one Gula the Hutt two stasis pods hovered behind her on Repulsor-lifts, carrying her "gifts" to the Hutt: a gift as much as it was a demonstration of her stock and abilities. One could never do with too many contacts in this cruel line of work

She moved towards the Hutt's Throne, arms crossed over her chestplate. She stood there, silently as she could: for wherever Lirka moved the incessant whirring and clicking of her power-suit followed, the Hutt would summon her when he deemed appropriate: or so she hoped. At least the waiting gave the monstrous slaver some time to scan over the Hutt and his cadre, thankful for the emotionless helmet over her head: as her eyes fell upon the dancers she felt a twinge of disgust creep up her rotten form, the simplicity of it all: opulent fools lacking in true vision, seeking to enslave and command only to fuel their own hedonism.

O, Dark, sustain your loyal servant

The Mantra quickly dashing through her mind as a way to push down her growing distaste. A simple reminder, really, when the day came: she would lack the weakness of these sorts, but for now: she merely had to clench her jaw and take the offers where she could.