Objective 1
Location her own private booth, surrounded by three rings of lackies.
The slavery business almost cornered by the Hutts!
Tag:
Madame Myria
|
Dorian Sevanar
| Open
It had been some time since Lady Blue, or just Blue for those without the care for titles, had attended a larger public slave auction. Having at least three body doubles today. One twi'lek was dressed in an elegant blue gown, one was blue in her traditional expensive outfit to catch attention, one was in sleek green and she personally was in a plain blue off-the-shoulder dress. All wore veils to conceal their identity, all moved and acted the same, a practiced routine by now. Tadietti was sitting surrounded by her entourage which was substantial, many of them dressed well. Among her large group, Blue did not stand out where they sat and for good reason, open auctions were a hotbed of trouble, her auctions were usually exclusive events by vetted invitation only.
As far as blue was aware, there had not been many slavers operating as long as she had. Having wiped out much of her own competition ruthlessly and risen high up in the former Hutt Cartel, before it teamed up to be a consortium. She'd survived three incarnations of the Cartel, and she'd survive this one.
Studying who was open to trading and what deals could be done,
Madame Myria
might find a green twi'lek whispering in her ear, an invitation to the private twi'lek booth, and way through the crowds of guards towards its center. Soon later
Dorian Sevanar
might find himself or an attendant handed a missive with the same offer. In fact any slaver of note, might find a card, word or offer to join the Twi'lek's booth for refreshment.
At such an event Blue obviously wore synthweave and carried weapons of her own, as well as a shield generator. That said, it was the sheer quantity of Hutt Cartel enforcers or lackies that surrounded these four twi'leks which was of note, except one Male Zeltron. Almost all of them were twi'lek as she believed them more loyal to her. Any influence of
Goros the Hutt
had been well and truly eradicated, though his assassins were always looking to make a move, as were Mr Black's henchmen looking to make an arrest. The politics of galactic spanning mega-corporations were always
fluid.
Surrounded by their three rings of guards, the four twi'leks oversaw their auction. Every so often decisions would need to be made about who to buy and who to sell. Her beautiful assistants she surrounded herself with had the details, they knew the low bids, the high bids. Only very rarely would blue need to give a look, not even a nod, and that was always communicated through a second party never openly. Blue's crowd had brought at least 12 high-priced slaves to auction, alongside the regular humanoids, rarer or even near-extinct species but interesting purchases for the discerning customer.
Her Red Zeltron insisted on selling her first batch of slaves.
"Up next 5 Mixed Lasats, a rare species ladies, gentleman, droids, and other welcome guests. They are healthy and well-fed. Do not miss this chance to catch such a rare prize for a mere 15,000 credits a head, not a price that can be bested. Our gracious lady blue will also throw in a case of age Corellian Whiskey and vintage full-bodied Naboo fire wine for the first two buyers."
Nima Tann
Blue's auction list:
10x Mixed Humanoids: 7,000 Credits Each. Including
Barabel,
Noghri and
Wookiees.
5x Mixed
Lasats: 15,000 credits for each
2 x
Miraluka Females 30,000 credits each
2x
Uneti Tree 50,000 credits each
2x Young Tankbred
Taung, one male, one female, 100,000 credits for each.
1x Cloned
Icarii Male 200,000 credits.
Gorba the Hutt
// Karkosuchus
