The Last Song
The Weequay home world of Sriluur offered an enjoyable atmosphere about itself to two new visitors, reminiscent of their own place of origin in vast comparison to the more human-centric planets where they tended to frequent on a much greater basis. In truth, this was their first visitation to the world, and it reminded the alpha of the two Purebloods of Korriban, for the climate of the Sith ancestral home equalled that of Sriluur. He had visited it many times (the place offered an overwhelming sense of intoxication derived from fantastical ideas about his race), and the planet of the Weequay - the main base of operations for the historically, galactically esteemed and infamous Hutt Cartel - gave Kyros Fen some sense of respect for its inhabitants. But they are still aliens.
Despite pleasantries with the welcoming party, the budding crime lord and student of the Sith had little regard for those who were not blessed with the blood of his own people, and regardless of the rarity of the Sith species, his hidden arrogance and xenophobia seemed to remain, perhaps even strengthen, as time went on. Mekka was different, for she had learned from an early age to work with and accept other species. Regardless, anything Kyros said was law to her. Unbeknownst of looming tragedy was the life of the young Sith, for she continued to remain oblivious to the grip Kyros had upon her mind. True enough, her adoration for him came from something she perceived, perhaps rightfully, as a noble deed on her behalf, but that moment of weakness from her, presented some years ago, gave him the opportunity to press his own will and command upon her. But the nature of this command felt so natural that it was perhaps impossible for her to break. Instead, she seemed to subconsciously impose her own desire for freedom and independent power on those lesser in stature to her, perhaps without even realising it, and that made her cold and fierce much like her master.
But she proved a loyal servant to Kyros, one wholly devoted to him, and she had proved instrumental to the fast expansion of Purgatory, Kyros' club that masked a quickly-growing spice empire on Nar Shaddaa, and beyond. They had managed local and system imports and exports, and negotiations with the Techno Union were about to begin to contribute to their strength... but it was not enough. The Hutt Cartel and their associates, famed for countless deeds that practically ran the entire galactic underworld, could offer him much to expand his business into more than a club, and fortune smiled upon him when they agreed to speak with him at the White Palace of Sriluur. His ambitions to turn his empire into an ally, or perhaps a competitor, manifested itself into the desire to form a syndicate of his own, a true criminal organisation worthy of the underworld network. But he needed resources; funding, slaves, weapons, armour, contacts, perhaps even some form of alliance. Time would tell what the meeting would bring for both parties.
The two Purebloods were silent as they entered the ancient palace, both cloaked in hooded fuligin robes and accompanied by a single armed mercenary - a Bossk by the name of Jeth'ka. Beneath the robes he concealed his lightsaber, and she a single blade, while Jeth'ka had been forced to surrender his A280 rifle - much to his displeasure - but they supposed they would have no need for weapons and conflict during this encounter. If they did, he surmised, they would be dead within a second and their negotiations would have failed miserably. As they were marched along corridors by Cartel mercenaries, Kyros had a moment to notice the palace's grand history marked in various ways along its old walls. Perhaps one day he would have the opportunity to examine and probe for more information, but this was not that day.
They were suddenly at the audience chamber, a grand room boasting a multitude of adornments of artefacts and decorations that showed a great number of cultures and points in history, as perhaps as many as fifty various guests, mercenaries, slaves and other associates had scattered themselves across the grand hall, some seated at tables, others pacing nervously, or perhaps suspiciously, and designated slaves of exotic races sprawled at the feet of five great thrones. The room itself hinted a grand and noble history, a place worthy of such an organisation, but Kyros quelled his curiosity and returned himself to immediate present, for important business was about to begin.
[member="Sempra the Hutt"] | [member="Thraxis"]
Despite pleasantries with the welcoming party, the budding crime lord and student of the Sith had little regard for those who were not blessed with the blood of his own people, and regardless of the rarity of the Sith species, his hidden arrogance and xenophobia seemed to remain, perhaps even strengthen, as time went on. Mekka was different, for she had learned from an early age to work with and accept other species. Regardless, anything Kyros said was law to her. Unbeknownst of looming tragedy was the life of the young Sith, for she continued to remain oblivious to the grip Kyros had upon her mind. True enough, her adoration for him came from something she perceived, perhaps rightfully, as a noble deed on her behalf, but that moment of weakness from her, presented some years ago, gave him the opportunity to press his own will and command upon her. But the nature of this command felt so natural that it was perhaps impossible for her to break. Instead, she seemed to subconsciously impose her own desire for freedom and independent power on those lesser in stature to her, perhaps without even realising it, and that made her cold and fierce much like her master.
But she proved a loyal servant to Kyros, one wholly devoted to him, and she had proved instrumental to the fast expansion of Purgatory, Kyros' club that masked a quickly-growing spice empire on Nar Shaddaa, and beyond. They had managed local and system imports and exports, and negotiations with the Techno Union were about to begin to contribute to their strength... but it was not enough. The Hutt Cartel and their associates, famed for countless deeds that practically ran the entire galactic underworld, could offer him much to expand his business into more than a club, and fortune smiled upon him when they agreed to speak with him at the White Palace of Sriluur. His ambitions to turn his empire into an ally, or perhaps a competitor, manifested itself into the desire to form a syndicate of his own, a true criminal organisation worthy of the underworld network. But he needed resources; funding, slaves, weapons, armour, contacts, perhaps even some form of alliance. Time would tell what the meeting would bring for both parties.
The two Purebloods were silent as they entered the ancient palace, both cloaked in hooded fuligin robes and accompanied by a single armed mercenary - a Bossk by the name of Jeth'ka. Beneath the robes he concealed his lightsaber, and she a single blade, while Jeth'ka had been forced to surrender his A280 rifle - much to his displeasure - but they supposed they would have no need for weapons and conflict during this encounter. If they did, he surmised, they would be dead within a second and their negotiations would have failed miserably. As they were marched along corridors by Cartel mercenaries, Kyros had a moment to notice the palace's grand history marked in various ways along its old walls. Perhaps one day he would have the opportunity to examine and probe for more information, but this was not that day.
They were suddenly at the audience chamber, a grand room boasting a multitude of adornments of artefacts and decorations that showed a great number of cultures and points in history, as perhaps as many as fifty various guests, mercenaries, slaves and other associates had scattered themselves across the grand hall, some seated at tables, others pacing nervously, or perhaps suspiciously, and designated slaves of exotic races sprawled at the feet of five great thrones. The room itself hinted a grand and noble history, a place worthy of such an organisation, but Kyros quelled his curiosity and returned himself to immediate present, for important business was about to begin.
[member="Sempra the Hutt"] | [member="Thraxis"]
