Faction The Grand Opening (Hutt Republic)

[Lortho the Hutt]

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The grand opening of the colossal Lortho's Palace casino had been the talk of not just Nar Shaddaa, but most of Hutt Space and the larger criminal underworld. The grandest monument to Hutt wealth and power ever constructed, the monolithic, towering structure would prove to be the first step to Lortho's resurgence. The mighty Hutt had spent the time during it's construction in relative silence and isolation, leaving the running of his vast criminal enterprises to his most loyal and trusted lieutenants. After all this time, however, the end result had definitely paid off. Millions flocked to Nar Shaddaa to partake in the hedonism and gambling offered in generous quantities at this grand, towering establishment. And Lortho now also had a palace to eclipse all of his rivals, at least for a while.

It was fitting then that Lortho returned to public life now, at the grand opening event, and he intended to do so in true Hutt fashion. He had sent a message to the other Hutt kajidics, inviting them to gather on this most auspicious day to discuss the greater business of the Hutt Cartel and their newly established Republic. Lortho had set aside a vast hall in his personal palace in the upper levels of the spire for this grand occasion, with luxurious seating and an ample buffet for each and every Hutt leader. Lortho eagerly awaited their arrival, his own throne surrounded by his usual cadre of scantily clad Lethan Twi'lek slave girls, Super Battle Droid bodyguards, and various servants and retainers who catered to his every whim and need. It would not be long before his important guests and their retinues would arrive...

 

[Credit Wizard]

Having received his invitation to attend the mighty grand opening of Lotho's Palace, Paranoda Mancheron Boggurobb; Lord President of Darvannis and Lorda of the Mancheron Kajidic would be interested in the event and what it had to offer. Deciding to call his hanger crew to ready his Ancient Assault Craft; a BT-7 Thunderclap from the Old Republic Era. Blasting out of the atmosphere in the "Catacylsm of Varl" he would drift from hyperspace lane to hyperspace lane until he had entered into the atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa. Touching down inside the spaceport on the smuggler's moon; The Lorda of Mancheron would take his private hover barge to the event. The Ramp Extending and allowing the Nine Thousand Year Old Hutt to emerge from it with his company of Ma'alkerrite ape-mans serving has his bodyguards for this evening. Brighter and physically larger than a gammorran made them Paranoda's Favorite Servants to take with him when he traveled. Their loyalty was also absoulte to him as he had saved their lives so he covered them in the best equipment and weaponry that he could afford to reward them for there services.

Paranoda himself would be dressed in his usual attire; a brown top hat with a black rim to it; his lower half was fitted with a brown suit and tie with a white shirt underneath. His heavy black overcoat with golden symbols on it would go down over his body to his tail like a cape. Although having plenty of security for himself at the event; he made sure to equip his gun holster on his left hip underneath his black overcoat and to insert a sonic disruptor pistol into his empty void. In terms of physical appearance; Paranoda would be a physically large hutt for his advanced age, being 10 feet tall and 4,000 pounds made him the center of inspiration for the concept of fat equals power, over the years he has grown a long grey beard tied in locks and grey hair tied in locks underneath his top hat having the recessive gene trait of his species like Zorba Desilijic Tiure; An Ancient Hutt of the Desilijic Kajidic.

Sliding past the crowd that had no doubt gathered inside the large establishment. Paranoda would make himself known by talking with a few of them and gathering a few connections inside the palace of Lortho. But it would be rude of him to keep his host waiting for his arrival. So sliding his massive bulk very slowly through the people that were inside. The Hutt Lorda and his Bodyguard regiment of Ma'alkerrite Ape-man would proceed to the Location of Lortho the Hutt. Letting himself inside the chamber flanked by his regiment; he would proceed to his luxurious seating, turning his massive bulk to fully relax his form. Waiting for more guest to arrive for the event. Having his regiment stand in front of his throne as he was a little bit concerned about weather this was a trap or not. While devouring some food as he had to maintain his body weight due to a genetic defect.

 

[Broka the Hutt]

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Location: Lortho's Palace - Nar-Shaddaa

The new announcement from this Lortho the Hutt certainly peaked the interest of the Nem'ro. Broka was luckily at his sky palace on Nar-Shaddaa when the announcement happened, and he was invited to this grand opening. For years, he heard of this behemoth of a building for centuries of his life. Longer than when he attained power over the Nem'ro Kajiedic. Maybe for as long as since he was a Huttlet. The young Lorda has risen from the heir of a once grand estate rendered meek, to the leader of Black Sun, and now Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Republic. Politically, one of the most powerful Hutts alive. However, these older Hutts had built their power for ages. Part of this invite seemed like a trap. One last jab from the Dark Age of Hutt Space. However, he knew he had to gain respect from the older and more established members of his kind. His station in society demanded it.

He notified his chauffer to get his sail barge ready. It was docked at the palace transport chamber for security. As he finished his third dinner, and took one last sip of his Alderaanian Wine, he wondered if any of the others currently part of the republic would come. He quickly got back to the present, instead of his busy mind, got up from his throne, and slithered to his private entrance pad. The sail barge was already docked there and ready to shove off. It was time to put his long time curiosity to rest.

His barge docked at the landing pad, and the colossal young Hutt made his way off his luxurious transport while being escorted by a small army of Black Sun thugs that were under his personal command. His Nem'ro-Suns adorned in the latest Black Sun body armor, but with both sigils of the infamous syndicate and the Nem'ro Kajiedic on the shoulders. Some were just mere men, others hulking aliens, and a few in between, but it did not matter at all with the reputation the organization he inherited kept him as safe as if he was under escort from a full troop convoy.

For his incredible corpulence, Broka was still able to move. It was a thing of pride for him. He figured it showed strength as well as the wealth he has accumulated in his relatively short reign. Eventually, the Supreme Mogul and his entourage made it to the chamber this meeting would take place. There was another Hutt there. He never saw this one before. He never knew of any Hutts that fully dressed in such a manner. The other's long beard added to the unique appearance that both intrigued and puzzled Broka. He continued to stand at the entrance, as his gaze turned to the throne of Lortho himself. His throne was as ostentatious of a display as this whole palace structure. Broka found it to be fitting of the host to put on such a display of opulence. He certainly would not be bored at this event.

He then got back to the lurching-slither Hutts do, and made his way to a seat facing the door to the room. His mass seemed slightly squeezed, yet the young Supreme Mogul showed no signs of discomfort on his face. His gangster guards would then stand on each side of the throne with a few of the more intimidating ones standing more to the front. His gaze went back to his host. He would let the host speak first, or at least before him. If Lortho was actually as powerful as his palace and throne display suggested, he could certainly become a major player in the Hutt Republic if he was interested at all in it. There certainly had to be a far grander design afoot than just Lortho showing all Hutts his luxury and opulence. At least, Broka hoped that was true about Lortho's ambitions.

 

[zzRookal the Hutt]

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In orbit a luxury ship sends down a private shuttle to the Casino, the shuttle is owned by one Rookal Jueliek of Jueliek holdings. It docks its important passenger is brought to the council chamber. In is brought a relatively slim looking hutt, slim by hutt standards, but still hefty, wearing a harness with a few data pads and some other tools on it. Accompanying him is a young human female. With one red and one black iris, dressed in an attractive red and black gown. She wears extravagant makeup which complements her eye pattern. She has not said anything but smiles politely can carriers herself with confidence. Any of the hutts who regularly deal with Pirates might recognise her distinctive style by reputation, but it is unlikely they would be certain who she was. Rookal for his part seemed to treat her as a friend, maybe even a concubine.

Rookal thought this casino to be wasteful and excessively opulent, the Hutt were a shadow of their former glory, and whilst statements such as this gave the impression of power and wealth, beneath the surface they were nothing compared to the hutts of old with their sprawling territory and the power to have a separatist at one knee and an imperial at the other, figuratively speaking of course.

Rookal helped himself to some food, the likes of Broka might be surprised by the restraint thay Rookal showed at the offering of foods, but he took what he needed, and then some sweet looking delicacies.

"You host well Lortho," he smiled and laughed deeply before taking his seat. His associate also helped herself to some of the sweet baked goods, approaching the buffet with a boldness of someone who clearly didn't care what her place in the species pecking order was.

Once they both settled, Rookal looked around at the other attendees, speaking in Huttese to his guest he named each of the other hutts one by one and detailed a little of their background. Rookal was happy to finally be part of the burgeoning new Hutt Republic, but there was so far to go from here.

 

[Credit Wizard]

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The Lord President of Darvannis would look around at the chamber; devouring his entire buffet in a matter of seconds down into his empty gullet. To his interest that the Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Republic had made his entrance into the chamber; Broka Nem'ro was a powerful sight indeed and held vast power in the galaxy but none of that compared to the powerbases of Ancient Hutts like himself. After all; the Mancheron Kajidic now had control over most of the food production in the galaxy. Letting the Lorda of the Mancheron Kajidic have the ability to starve entire planets if he wished to gain something in the long term as Paranoda himself despised the concept of short term gains that could be lost at any such time.

Once the Supreme Mogul Broka had entered into his throne provided by Lortho the Hutt. He had taken time to look down at his own situation; his bloated form was off his own throne as it wasn't big enough for his massive bulk. Grumbling to himself; as he devoured more food down into his eternal void. Noticing that the Supreme Mogul was also suffering from mass problems as he had to squeeze himself into the throne although he showed no discomfort on his face. As the Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Republic; Broka was in his mind the "Ruling Lorda" of the Hutt Species; but he had no loyalty to that system of governance until someone assured him that his powerbase would be protected and not bogged down by this supposed "democratic" system of governance, which he himself knew was nothing but a facade for the hutt cartel to regain some manner of control over their space which had been devastated by outsiders that he despised with a passion. This was written clearly on his face; as he turned his head towards the Host of the Event; Lortho the Hutt. Waiting for them to speak about what they had in mind as inviting all the heads of the kajiidics was a bit suspicious at least to him.

Another hutt had entered into the chamber; to which he picked up out of the corner of his glowing reddish eyes. Brushing his long grey beard as he watched as the Hutt Lorda would eat some food before taking his seat, looking at his champion with clear suspicion on his face. Why should a peasant be allowed to dine with some of the most powerful hutt lordas that have gathered inside the chamber for the event. There must be something more to that person if they are allowed inside this chamber without an uproar. Once the Hutt Lorda had called everyone's name and a bit of information about them; this made paranoda extremely angry although he kept it to himself, why was this hutt revealing his information without his consent. This immense flood of information would make his facial expression move around a lot, a tactic to keep his opponents off guard with his emotions and prevent force users from focusing due to the immense projection of his inner thoughts. Now he turned his head to fully focus on Lortho the Hutt; wondering what this event could bring to the Mancheron Kajidic and his Powerbase as a whole.