The Droid Slythmonger

[Zaxo the Hutt]

[member="HK-64"]

In Nar Shaddaa, the "Smuggler's Moon", Zaxo was luxuriating in the embraces of his numerous Twi'lek slave entertainers. Business was going quite profitably for him, and thus he was happier than usual. He boomed in delight as a squad of scantly-clad dancers began doing their routine to the beat of the music infront of him, as he observed them from his stone dais throne. "The slythmonger you requested is arriving shortly..." informed one of his servants, whispering into his ear.

Hopefully the mercenary would show up sooner or later - it was never a good idea to keep a Hutt waiting, after all. But regardless, Zaxo would content himself with his entertainment for now. He had asked for an elite slythmonger, a droid apparently from what he had heard, to come to him so that he could bestow a mission to be undertaken. The details however were of rather confidential nature, and hence the slug crimelord had requested the droid to come to him personally to recieve his mission. "He should be here any minute now." the hutt thought to himself.

 

[HK-64]

Slowly, the droid pushed itself into the room. An EE-3 Carbine Rifle hung from the HK droid's shoulder, the weapon's strap nearly falling apart after years of wear. The droid pushed his way through the crowd, the bright blue eyes illuminating his area. Slowly, the droid made his way through the room, finally reaching the large, slug-like creature.

Personally, HK-64 had nothing against Hutts. They were mostly greedy and absolute scum...Just like HK-64. Stepping up to the Hutt's dais, the HK droid quickly pushed one of the dancers away, sending her clattering to the floor. Slowly, the droid's gaze fell upon the Hutt, staring at it in silence as it examined it carefully.

"Zaxo the Hutt, I assume? I apologize for the delay and the...your personal pets. I understand you are requesting my services?", The droid asked, his robotic-tone neutral as he stared at the Hutt.

[member="Zaxo the Hutt"]

 

[Zaxo the Hutt]

[SIZE=small][member="HK-64"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=small]The girl that was pushed down by the droid let out a string of curses as she dusted herself off on the floor. Zaxo simply laughed it off, wavng his hand to indicate that there was no need for an apology. "Yes, I am requestig your services." the hutt began, before he motioned for one of his servant girls to hand the droid a datapad. "It's indicated on the datapad where the location of your mission is. Your assignment shall be as follows:" the slug began.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=small]"There is this casino club place here on Nar Shaddaa that has failed to fairly compensate me for an entire cycle's worth of spice shipments that I sent them. I need you to go there and slaughter every single worker at the club, including the guards, managers, and entertainers. Then, put your kills on display in the club so that we can send a clear message to all those who wander near the club. That'll show them that they cannot play a game of scam with a hutt." Zaxo said, slamming his fist in anger. "Do you have any questions? I shall be paying you 20,000 credits for this mission."[/SIZE]

 

[HK-64]

[member="Zaxo the Hutt"]

He stared at the Hutt...before bursting into a high-pitched, robotic laughter. The droid completely disregarded the slave, slowly taking a step closer to the Hutt. "Lord Zaxo, it'd be my pleasure.", The Droid spoke, bowing slightly. "Actually, how 'bout 15,000 and you throw in one of these?", He requested, gesturing towards the slave. "I'd gladly take the 20,000 but this slave would be interesting.", He said with a chuckle.

Quickly, the Droid swiped the datapad, examining it thoroughly. "However, I'll accept."

 

[Zaxo the Hutt]

[member="HK-64"]

Zaxo chuckled at the droid's proposal. Certainly, the hutt could care less, for the slave he had at his disposal cost around 2,000 credits each and were easily replaceable. "Ah, yes, you may certainly do so as you wish. Take her." he said, gesturing at the slave girl whom the droid had so rudely pushed down onto the floor. The Twi'lek slave, meanwhile, looking less than thrilled, bowed down to her new robotic owner.

"Now get going, my friend. The casino club shall be at its peak business hour at this hour."