Some shaddy business

[Queen Popara]

Her fat and heavy arm lift itself a bit, going down with a powerful slap right in the ragged twi'lek. Don Fortuna turned to look her mistress with a hurt look in his face, he was used to the abuses of a Hutt, but as a slave, he could do nothing about that except leaning his head, appreciate in a soft voice saying thank you and smiling. Something that the big pink eyes of Popara not even minded to look, but she dangled her whip in the small right hand, demanding in a loud and deep bossy voice, that spoke in huttese, and nothing else.
"Faster, vermin, faster.", and he pushed her Lounger 432GLM faster than before, making a stupid sound of exhausting that made Popara give a very short and profound laugh that gave a chill in the spines of the gamorrean guards that followed the hoverboard of Popara with big axes in they're hands. The Hutt was impatient, she didn't need a invitation from Gorda the Hutt to come to this pleasure party n his luxury barge. They were all Hutts, and that meant blood was thicker than mud, even bad blood. She belonged to the Anjiliac kadajic, they had business in Nar Shadda e Nal Hutta, but her true power and control was in Point Nadir, where the Angiliac reigned supreme, and they're word was law. And so heard the rumor of a Tête à tête right in her under mouth, and when the invitation did not arrived, like Don mentioned, she slap him again in the mouth and told that Hutts that have to explain themselves and they're social rules are no Hutts, and if not us, then why not us? "Find, Gorda now...", the Hutt growled and snap the whip in Fortuna's back, waving to the waiter and grabbing the bowl of food in his platter, eating a piece and tossing the rest right in his face, not long after swing the whip at him and screaming. "Bring me food or you're next!" and her free arm grabbed the waist of a beautiful trandosha female dancer, bringing her a little closer to her body. Despite being a female, she liked girls as well, and after sniffing a bit, she pushed the dancer away and spat in her, waving for Bubo, whistling for the bog dog to attack the dancer lizard, while she laughed with her deep solene voice, suddenly stopping before turning to his human slave intendant striking the whip on the ground, growing in a deep, almost girly, whisper. "Make arrangements with that filthy."


@Arekk

 

[Arekk]

NAL HUTTA​

Gorda Desilijic's "Pleasure" Barge​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Popara the Great"] ​

The meeting with Gorda the Hutt had gone smooth for all he cared, everything left to do was to enjoy himself while sorrounded by criminal scum. His eyes laid on every individual roaming the pleasure barge such as very skimpily dressed Twi'leks, tweakers and even an apparently female Hutt.

Yes, a female Hutt. Their type were simply a myth in Ar'ekk's eyes, tales in jest from his childhood days where they mocked such abominant idea of having to deal with a fat slug who would be wearing too much make-up. To his "surprise", she wasn't so much different to her male counterparts as they enjoyed bossing people around and held too much power on their hands, better to stay away from their sights or you'd be next on their feth-on list.

"Ugh, I have to pass through her. I just hope she doesn't talk to me." He mumbled to himself while straightening his signature black blazer, hands inside his pockets.

So he waltzed through Popara like he owned the place and had done so a thousand times, playing it bogart. Hopefully she wouldn't even talk or look at him but if that ever decided to happen, he'd show the same respect he had given to Gorba and Gorda themselves. You really don't want to piss off or give a Hutt a reason to kill you no matter how petty.

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[Queen Popara]

The Twi'lek that Popara had in her employment dreamed of the day he would become her Majordomo. For her, he simply was a slave and a jester that did her bidding, a moron that had to humiliate himself to make her laugh and pleased, and Draper, a Zabrak, was her real Majordomo that handled most of her day to day business while she amused herself, and so, he by a simple sign nod of head went with two of her gamorrean enforcers next to a common sleemo. That one in particular, was named Arekk, each of the guards stood at one side of the man, while Draper holding a steel cane, stumping the walking stick on the floor in front of the gun for hire and declaring in a loud and profound sound like any good steward of a Hutt lorda would do it so.
"Greetings, human gun, the illustrious Popara the Great demands your presence immediately for a business discussion.", that being said, the zabrak turned his back and started walking in the direction where the Hutt lady awaited, with her frog dog barking loudily wearing his diamonds chocker in his neck, until the Hutt made a small, almost found, little caress behind his ears, saying in a deep and, clearly, feminine tone so the mercenary would here.
“Wermo, kuba, kayaba dee anko!”, nodding in the scumbag direction with her giant cup filled with a strong wookie wine, tossing the cup in a woman dancer near by, laughing loudly and growling angrily for more drink to be served to her. "Achutta, ma bogie.", she said at last for the mercenary if he came closer to her great and round presence.

 

[Arekk]

NAL HUTTA​

Gorda Desilijic's "Pleasure" Barge​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Popara the Great"] ​

Seeing himself sorrounded by Popara's men and being given zero options to even say a thing, Ar'ekk was "invited" to an audience with the female Hutt herself. Another slug to meet would mean more money so it wouldn't that bad, more credits to be made would equal a much more happy life.

"Greetings, your Highness." He said outloud, bowing. "How can I be of your service?"

As it was usual with Hutts, she only spoke out in Huttese and allowed others to do the actual talking in Basic. Her treatment of Twi'leks was no different to what he was accustomed to under Gorba's presence although the latter was a little less sadistic and liked to enjoy their company than making them feel worthless.

Time to find out what she wanted.

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[Queen Popara]

Her chubby fingers slowly made a movement for her majordomo. A sign that Draper understood for him to the talking, for in his low born understanding, a great and respected being as a Hutt, specially a lorda, would not talk to a filthy mercenary unless he had proven himself worthy of her voice. And so, he spoke in a slow and calm tone, almost like a whisper, hard to hear midst the club’s great noise of others screaming and dancing.
“The Great Popara would like your skills for a quest of most great peril, a quest that will make you steal an item of great power. For the right price.”
On that said, the old slug moved her tail, slowly as if she was interested in the talk, just saying one word in her own language.
“Moulee-rah”, a word that obviously meant money.


[member="Arekk"]

 

[Arekk]

NAL HUTTA​

Gorda Desilijic's "Pleasure" Barge​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Popara the Great"] ​

"If the price is right, which I'm sure is, I'm interested."

The request wasn't unusual, Hutts usually sought hard to obtain items such as holocrons or items that belonged to ancient history. A task like this, if it included a hefty sum as a reward, would mean it wasn't an easy task to achieve but he was up for the challenge.

Malachor V was nothing compared to whatever he would have to face in the future. Saying no to a powerful Lorda would be stupid, the credits were not needed since he was a filthy rich "retired" ex-crime lord but he'd do it for the thrill of it. The money was an addition, nothing more.

"I need details."

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[Queen Popara]

The old slug laughed, a slow and calm sound in a feminine voice that reminded more like a old dragon. She styled herself as Queen, because she had a considered crime empire, she had bars in Tattooine, drug labs in Chenini, brothels and a smugglers den in Ghomrassen, her kajidic ran Smuggler’s Run and she now owned some good business in Coruscant. She always had potential clients, shaddy man and woman with weird desires and some suicidal missions. It wasn’t her ass, so she didn’t gave a damn. So, Draper, her most trusted peer, smiled like a criminal, cocky and arrogant.

“His Great Obesity will pay thirty thousand credits, half now, half when the jobs is done for you. A job in which your mundane presence will go to Felucia in the Outer Rim, where you will be escorted by a very important historian and broker that has worked for the illustrious Popara.” He said, but there was more than that, and so, Popara grabbed her big cup and drank more of what it seemed to be ipelrilla firewater, spilling some in the corner of her mouth. “Also, she will assist you in the capture of some animals. Alive. Which you will receive extra for that. And to retrieve a item of great value to his greatness Popara.”, after that he stopped talking, standing tall, having stopped for Popara pulling his cape for him to come closer. Talking close to his face, dropping some thick green spit in his cheeks.

“Boska foo atee ateema¹.”, for that Draper nodded his head agreeing desperately, and saying to the mercenary in a calm voice and snake like voice.
“The Great Popara wants this to end soon. She needs her glorious nap. So, i assume that you take the job? If so, go to the Anjiliac private shipyard after you’re done doing whatever you are doing in here. And, mercenary… Do take a large ship, you will need for the cages.”, and so, Popara lifted her hand, saying something in huttese which Draper translated immediately. “Do not come back without those animals, my delicious friend.”, and licked her own lips looking at the mercenary from toes to the top of his head. Saying her farewell with a simple.
“Chess ko². Ho… ho…”, and she laughed a bit.

Translation: ¹Let’s go already with this, ²Be careful.
[member="Arekk"]

 

[Arekk]

NAL HUTTA​

Gorda Desilijic's "Pleasure" Barge​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Popara the Great"] ​

"I want seventy thousand for the job. It's a tough yet guaranteed success, believe me."

Ar'ekk was that bold. Who in their sane mind would try to negotiate a job's price with a Hutt? If you had a death wish, which mostly did not have, would try to pull off such stunt.

The job at hand wasn't difficult but if he was going to get into a mess, all rewards must be good enough to make the trip worth something.

His gaze switched between Popara and Draper, the latter doing the translation for the slicer as he spoke outloud.

"I've got my own ship, don't worry about it. Do we have an agreement?"

His body language displayed the utmost confidence on his words, adressing Popara with respect was key too for the negotiation which is why stepping off the line was out of the question.

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[Queen Popara]

The lorda opened her mouth and closed it a few times. Making a sound like that of a bubble exploding, with eyes half closed, and a mean look inside of them, few could read a expression a Hutt's face, and all could guess that was nothing good behind them, Popara thought about killing him, feeding his guts to Bulbo and eating the rest with some delicious sauce of a good chef and fancy cuisine. Maybe giving the job for her pigs, or some dirt bag outside, but, no, she wasn't paying his fee anyway, so Popara didn't cared that much, and she knew that the boy toy was good. And that mission needed to be perfect, or she would find herself in a great in a huge financial problem.

For more surprising that it seemed. The Hutt laughed a bit, raising her arm and pushing Draper away from her with a slap. Nodding to the filth, and saying in Huttese, in a deep and slow tone of voice.
"Agreed... But you better succeed." , her hand waved at his direction, dismissing him on his way.

[member="Arekk"]

 

[Arekk]

NAL HUTTA​

Gorda Desilijic's "Pleasure" Barge​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Popara the Great"] ​

Filthy slime.

Hutts were nothing but scum and Popara wasn't an exception to that thought, all of the slugs had something in common: Greed. They were driven by that and in consequence they ruled planets and people because of their ambition and greediness. However had to work under Popara were in for a treat, regardless if they were a hired gun or not.

"Good. Then I shall meet with this person soon as possible and bring whatever you're after with me soon."

Felucia was a foreign planet to him as he'd never set foot on places such at that one where the sorroundings were colorful and very humid with although that thought changed when his Dxun adventure came to to mind afterwards. Hopefully, the entire ordeal would be worth something besides credits.

"Anything else?"

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