Private The Hutt Sitdown

[Queen Popara]

Everyone would be there, or so she was informed. 'And even so it is just a handful of sarlacc secretion compared to a hundred years ago.', She thought to herself as her powerchair floated down the staircase above the Grand Palace of Kossak the Devourer. A famous hero of the Gooey Chronicles who had defeated Xim the Despot in his pathetic attempt to subdue the Hutts and conquer their worlds for him. With his victory, Kossak was the most powerful of his people in his time and for himself he erected the largest palace ever built, where his giant statues of the ancient heroes were still admired by many of his people, and although the Inijic today they were nothing more than just another kajidic without great importance or influence, they kept in their possession the great work erected by their powerful ancestor so many millennia ago. A work that exuded glory and majesty that, despite being semi-ruined, it still managed to pale any other more modern seat that other Hutts had built after his death.

"There is still one more to come, my queen, but all the others are already here.", Popara heard Anakin, her majordomo, declaring to her as he escorted her inside. "The Five Families, the Shell Hutts, the Lords of the Cartel ... Everyone came as expected."

"Good, good ...", she declared to Anakin, but she knew the truth. It was nothing, the kajidics were ruined, destroyed by involvement with Siths and silly factions, arrested or executed by Jedi and the Confederates, there were few who were left with real power to change anything. She was not the most powerful of the five clans, but she was definitely the richest, that is, the one with the most influence.

And even though Popara had been able to summon so many Varl brothers and sisters there to be reunited, she was not able to change their minds and faithfully guarantee their support. Popara needed more than that, she needed to prove her case before the Grand Hutt Council, making them agree with her and thus be able to act.hen the two huge golden doors of the great hall opened, Popara felt the weight of the eyes of the other kajidics over her. Many should think that Popara had gone mad, senile thanks to her old age, or that she had only come to share the sorrows of her people.

"Greetings, Popara," said a large, fat Hutt dressed in a thin cloak. "Now can you tell us what we are doing here?" Pushing her powerchair forward, into the middle of the room, where everyone was able to hear Popara.

“We are here to survive, Borba Fenn’ak Torill. Almost a thousand years later we, magnificent Hutts reunited here… The truth is that the galaxy has stopped fearing us. ” Popara's comment was not only offensive, but it was so cruel that it caused an audible stir in Huttese like an uproar.

 

[Kirill Bratan]

Kirill was not that far behind her but was too far away to yell at the Hutt that insulted his Queen. He was in fact now through the doors and yelled "Silence!" He walk a bit more taking his fine thin gloves off his hands and putting them in a special pocket in his pants for them.

"The Queen speaks the truth!" He bellowed. "The fact that you insulant fat slugs can't see that is exactly why we are not feared today and running the galaxy like you used to! You all need to be quiet and listen carefully or you will all die very soon. Either by the hands of bounty hunters, Jedi, the Yuuzhan Vong, or by my own hands. Now. If you would be as so kind as to shut your cockhoslters and let our Queen continue."

He bowed to Popara. "My Queen. Please continue."

Kirill was one of the very few Humanoids in the Hutt Cartel with any power and he had a lot and people knew him by reputation the galaxy over and most were scared of him and for good reason. He was shrewd, ruthless, cunning, and showed no mercy. He was a General back in the the day on his home planet and had won many wars for his ruler until he lead a failed coup against her because she had sought Jedi help. That is the reason he hates Jedi and the reason that he kills them whenever he can. He is also the lead person and in charge of weapons, and slaves. He is very good at getting slaves.

He walked calmly over to his chair, sat down and motioned for a servant to bring him something to drink.
Queen Popara

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Broka sat in his clan's seat in the council chamber. He had recently gotten the Nem'ro Clan's seat back when he obtained leadership from his departed father, Fruka. When the queen made her remarks, Broka was one of the few Hutts currently seated that was not surprised. He was all too aware of the Hutt's fall from grace. How the Hutts do not command the same authority as they used to. Only a few of the Hutts were as active, and realistically minded as Broka, the Queen, and a tiny minority of other Hutts present. The majority were complacent, and too proud to truly recognize the issue at hand. The pervasive issue that has existed for at least 300 years, maybe longer, before now.

The queen made a tremendous insult to the complacent majority. While the others were aghast, Broka was intrigued. He was quiet, and he leaned in from his seat intently in order to listen to what the queen had to say. Popara's advisor was also true when he spoke out at the blabbering ones. If nothing changed, it was further downhill for the Hutt species from this point. Broka first thought this would be another boring meeting, but instead he found an ally in a plan to bring the Hutts back into the galactic limelight.

"<They speak the truth. There is only a small minority of us who have opened out eyes to what has been happening. Please continue with your plans. The Nem'ro Clan, would be interested to here what you have in mind.>"

Broka then sat back in his council seat to reach into a bowl of live eels. The buzz in the air worked up an apatite. He somewhat quietly slurped up. The slight murmur that ensued after he spoke allowed for him to not worry too much about discretion of his snacking. He then leaned forward again to hear what the queen had to say.

Queen Popara Kirill Bratan

 

[Queen Popara]

She stepped down from her floating seat, dragging her huge, limp body over the old marble floor. A floor that had once stamped the powerful Kossak symbol on each tile, was now so smooth that it lacked any way of discerning the image he had once carried, painted by some painter from the fallen hero's menagerie. With a gesture, almost delicate, Popara raised his hand in a way to nod with General Bratan's words. For a long time the assembled slugs were bombarded by stories of ancient whip cracking on legions of slaves, she herself had been one of those poor disillusioned creatures, now they were just lords holding on to pride and a dusty majesty.

"Bargon u noa-a-uyat, general.", Was the way of 'thanking' for anything in Huttese, a translation that more precisely meant 'your services will be rewarded'. “My mud companions, you know what I mean. The powers that now rule the galaxy, like those forgotten and lost in time, have turned their backs on us, and some have turned things even worse. We were expelled from the Outer Rims, the palace of Jabba the Magnificent is now only a dry cesspool, as well as its control in Tatooine, until our little playground in Nar Shaddaa, proud center of our business was completely taken over by drug dealers and petty crime bosses. All of our old centers of power have been taken from us, even Point Nadir, my lovely port city, has been swallowed up by the Sith Empire. ”

The hutt raised her hand and touched her chin when she spoke of Point Nadir, her most lucrative safe haven for trafficking spice to almost every corner of the galaxy now moved back to Balmorra. Popara raised his plump fingers aloft as he spoke, his deep voice rising in a resounding tone.

“The Family is gone, Yakuza died, Black Sun, The Crime Guild, the Pyke Syndicate, all swallowed up by the march of slaves in search of progress! Our majestic Cartel lies in ruined wrecks compared to its former glory. ”, Closing his fingers around a fist Popara swirled that fist in the air, as if indicating all those present, all seated, clans sat together, but many seats remained empty, as if occupied only by ghosts. “How many more of us are going to have to be wiped out to understand the situation? Until the forces of the Sith raise their standards over our palaces? Until we are forced out of our own home, forced to watch another planetary destruction like that done with Varl? NOBATA! Popara says no more to this. ”

It was there that Jyalmo Urdosh, the last leader of the last kajidic who managed to survive and escape the fall of Sakifwanna two years ago. He stood up with a sour look at Popara, there was bad blood between them, as among all the clans present.

“And what do you suggest, Popara? May we bow to the Empire? That we take weapons in hand to fight side by side with Jedis? Bullets is what I say. They will never turn to us, here at Nal Hutta we are safe and protected. ”

"But poor and hungry!" Popara shouted, someone laughed at this, but it served a purpose as it attracted the attention of many. “Or are we soon going to start bringing our business with outsiders into our home? Fill the streets of our swamps with rodians and toydarians? Nobata, nobata! ”

“My companions… we must forget the bad blood, the intrigues and the old remorse that keeps us apart to unite again! And as in the days when the Yuuzhan Vong tried to conquer our galaxy, the Hutts will no longer watch from the shadows as slaves rise up against our beautiful composure to take what is ours! United, my friends, we will become the force that put an end to the Vong and Xim the Despota! ”

Popara's words made everyone present begin to speak, with each other, some cursing loudly, others clapping their hands against chairs, while one even puffed a dead animal out of his mouth.
"And how do you want us to do that, Popara?" Asked one of the shell hutts.

“Abandoning the ancestral Cartel and becoming something new. And to start, we are going to take Nar Shaddaa! Our glorious jewel back to our control!”, Popara then raised both arms to all present,“I ask those who want to speak now or be quiet at once! Because with our ships, assets and slaves united, we have enough strength to take down those worms that occupy our moon at least three times!”


Broka the Hutt , Kirill Bratan

 

[Gortta Desilijic Tiure]

Tags: Broka the Hutt Queen Popara Kirill Bratan

Grotta sat there slightly taken aback as he watched from his clan's seat while Queen Popara spoke. However, despite his offense towards the brash and confrontational tone of Popara, Gortta knew deep down that she was right. Gone were the days when the galaxy feared the Hutt cartel. Gone were the days even as recent as the clone wars when major powers like the Republic and the Separatists fought and killed each other mercilessly just for the chance to curry favor with Gortta's grandfather. The Hutts now faced a choice; allow for the continuing encroachment on their power and influence across the galaxy, or take a stand and take back what is rightfully theirs.

He continued to sit there and listen to the exchange play out. Gortta was a Hutt to the core and as such, the promise of power beyond that of what he already possessed was a great intrigue to him. It was almost enough to make up for the verbal speaking that Popara had just given to the rest of those gathered. Needing no further prompting, Gortta spoke up in response; "You will have the full support of the Desilijic clan and all the resources and manpower we have to offer." His deep voice echoed within the room.

 

[Kirill Bratan]

Queen Popara , Gortta Desilijic Tiure , Broka the Hutt

"Thank you Lord Gortta. If any are in favor then I will need for you to send me all of your military commanders so I can begin the task of training them, getting them up to speed and knowing their part in the take over. I will have total control of all ground forces and air forces as well as all droids. You will program the droids to follow my commands and the commands of those that I choose. Please have your people here in 4 days as I have some shopping to do to get ready for raid."


He took a sip of his cool drink and sat it down with care. "Just so you all know upfront. When this is all over Queen Popara will be the one in charge of all Hutts. Meaning you will take your orders from her and whomever she delegates from here on out. You will in return for your loyalty and service be rewarded with wealth and power like the days of yore and live out your days in the finest of luxuries. But be warned right here and right now. If I ever catch wind of one of you trying to stage a coup yourselves or backing out and betraying us and I find that rumor to be true........well I would not want to be you or your family. I hope we understand each other?" He looked around the room and met the eyes of each and every Hutt there.

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Broka listened to Popara's statement. It was hinting that she would favor what he had planned for all this time. Since the day he took power over the Nem'ro Clan from his father, Broka planned on the Hutts regaining their influence. As the queen finished her statement, Broka openly applauded in praise. However, his mood turned a complete opposite when the Kirill spoke. Such a radical centralization would never gain cooperation. Broka only hoped that the man was asking for a mountain to take a hill. That would never pass Broka, or any Hutt with any sense. As Kirill scanned the Hutts seated, Broka glaired with absolute anger and rage. How dare he order Hutts not even of his affiliated clan like this. This was blasphemy. It was at this moment that Broka stood from his clan's seat to make his address to the crowd. He was now going to take a tremendous risk. With such a radical agenda pushed, Broka hoped his more moderate solution would be far more appealing than it would have been originally.

(In Huttese like his last remark)

"<My fellow Hutts!>", he boomed his deep voice over the frustrated murmur, "<When I first heard the plan from Queen Popara, I was about to announce the full favor of the Nem'ro Clan. However, her advisor has proposed a plan far too radical. I am one of the minority of Hutts that have opened their eyes to the situation at hand. I have garnered power through inheriting Black Sun, and raising it to some level of prominence once more. I gained wealth though profiteering off of wars among the neighbors. I did all this to realize a dream I had since attaining leadership of my clan less than a century ago. A dream of bringing the Hutts to the forefront of affairs. The majority of our kind is complacent, and therefore weak. Business has slowed, yet instead of reaching out and continuing business with new clients, we hid in our great palaces. This time of complacency must end, but should not end at the expense of the individual power that each Hutt clan possesses. We should become more unified, but not into an empire. We transform into an empire and we will have absolutely no chance of allies. No chance of business. It won't be business competition. It will be war that will happen. War that will snuff out whatever we attempt.
The Nem'ro Clan fully supports the idea of unity among the Hutts, but condemns this proposition. The Nem'ro Clan calls for a moderate solution. We need a unifying semblance of government, but we should not surrender our operations to a liege. I propose a Hutt Republic. For most Hutts, it will be business as usual. The only difference is that fighting wars against each other would be outlawed, and all Hutt families would be connected in a network that defends one another. When one Hutt is attacked, all Hutts will rally to their defense. The old Cartel System was weak, but this republic would ensure unity without a sacrifice of any individual Hutt's power. Each clan would manage the business of its territory without the worry of politics. It would be the duty of an elected Supreme Mogul, a name for a leader that was used in the ages of the past for our kind, to be the political face of the Hutts to the galaxy. However, I stress that if we decide this plan, the Supreme Mogul must be chosen among the most capable of us. The most active of us. A Hutt that others can trust to represent their clan's interest. The Supreme Mogul will not be above any clan that doesn't hold the title. The Supreme Mogul only represents the Hutts as a whole to the galaxy. The Supreme Mogul will not be allowed to interfere with the business operations that each clan has.
With this plan, we Hutts will have the unity we need in this day and age, but will not have to sacrifice the very activities that make our individual clans powerful enough to support each other. We should not have to surrender our privilege of power over to one monarch. We should be the undisputed rulers of our clan's holdings, and expand in an organized manner to the neighboring systems. We should choose our leader to represent the political interests of each of our clans with the galaxy. The way each clan remains represented in this proposed system is through a semblance of government I will call the Hutt Assembly. All the assembly would do is vote a Supreme Mogul to the position, vote on any alliances with neighboring interplanetary nations, vote on expansion to unclaimed systems nearby, and vote on whether or not to attack any neighbors in war. Yet, the Supreme Mogul holds the authority to order a mobilization in times of war if we Hutts are attacked. The Supreme Mogul would be a moderator at these assemblies. A similar dynamic would exist as this council currently, but it would be with every Hutt clan, and kept in order by a chosen Supreme Mogul.
My fellow Hutts, I condemn this proposal of granting Popara the position of Queen of all Hutts instead of the Queen of Her Domain that is her, an her decedents', birthright. We Lords should be Lords of Our Domains which are the birthrights of us and our decedents. Allow the proposal I have just made to be considered. This proposal will not force any of us to compromise our birthrights to any member of our kind. The name "Republic" is an attractive formality to the neighbors. I want you all to know that I hold great respect for all here, but I call you all to action. I call you all to get up and unify. I call you all to unify under this moderate approach instead of the radical ultimatum that was just spat at us all.>"

Broka then sat back in his seat and waited for a response. He put all his cards on the table in that speech. However, he had to. If he had let some detail out, the Hutts would become just as suspicious as they became of the ultimatum announced by Kirill. With such an ultimatum thrown at every Hutt present, Broka hoped his proposal was far more attractive. He also hoped Gortta remembered their meeting a while ago. Where Gortta voiced a reluctant, but sure approval of the plan Broka just announced. All Broka could do now was sit back, and pray to Boonta that his proposal was considered by all present.

Queen Popara Kirill Bratan Gortta Desilijic Tiure

 

[Queen Popara]

Nobody wanted a war, Broka was right about that and many other things. But the simple idea of a democracy made the tip of Popara's tail twitch, and it was not out of fear but pure contempt. What was democracy if not a system made by slaves? Her grandmother, Uroro the Matriarch, would have vomited on hearing that, her stomach also burned with the idea but ... those were other times. The she-Hutt reached out its plump hand in an irritated gesture in the direction towards her majordomo, she waved her hand twice until he handed her a huge lit cigarra, which she soon brought to her full red-painted lips and inhaled twice at the cigarra before exhaling a huge stream of gray smoke.

The members of that meeting after hearing Broka speaking were sitting down in their seats, talking in whispers, others looked thoughtful or perhaps bored, one of them certainly slept since the moment she started talking and at least four lords looked directly at her and Popara avoid to look at them, she looked at General Kirill Bratan, Nal Hutta's space defender for as long as she could remember. They called her 'queen' for her sovereignty in her business, but she did not covet that crown, she had not even coveted having become the leader of the Cartel, a very visible position for her line of business. She inhaled the cigarra again, and for a moment, as malicious as sin, it crossed her mind to summon the group of soldiers escorting her and Bratan's forces, to take the council by force and to shoot those who disagreed. It was impossible for her not to consider that hypothesis for a moment, it was too tempting, so many Hutts never met in person for that long, they didn't do it for centuries and they wouldn't do it for many more.

Hutts got together for three things: burials, gang wars and parley. 'To hell with all this ... Let the Cartel die and this republic be born. With Nar Shaddaa taken, I'm going to take a quarter of the moon for myself. ' she inhaled a torrent of smoke from the cigarra once again, before dragging her slug like body back to the center of the hall raising both of her fat arms in the sky voice booming her voice asking for silence and attention.

“So let the Republic be born!”, Lowering his arms Popara declared firmly. “The Anjiliac yield to Broka's arguments and despite General Bratan's unquestionable loyalty and his belief in defending our interests, Nem’ro lorda has valid arguments. Popara does not covet the crown of sovereignty over all the Hutts, Popara covets riches, lands and slaves! Popara covets her share of the spoils rightly taken by our majestic people, and therefore Popara Anjiliac supports the Republic of the Hutts! ”

“And Popara suggests that for the public capital of our republic we make it Nar Shaddaa after we take it back. As well as the election of who will represent us as Supreme Mogul of our people, so that we all vote with our consciences free of burden, for us to evaluate those most valued among us to assume the mantle. ”

'And we can see how big your ambition is as well, Nem'ro', she thought to herself. Quieting her lips, twisting them in a malicious smile with her huge eyes remaining half closed. As for the air across the room, the lords raised their arms, waving and hissing cheers at the final decision of that encounter, Popara too raised her right hand and roared once again with them.
“Prepare each ship, call each bounty hunter, hire your mercenaries, arm your slaves and reprogram your droids as the Hutts' Republic will win it back! Let them marvel at our splendor”, she then turned to the side, dragging her body towards General Bratan and murmuring in a low tone to him. “Smile, general, you will have a great force at your command and a great victory to be earned.”

Tapping at his shoulder, nodding her big head and leaving him be to his plans and duties, crawling out of the ruined palace, sighing deeply after that as she stood tall outside the ruined doors of that place, Popara approached her Majordomo and whispered to him.
"Get Darkwire in here ... fast." She inhaled the cigarra again, exhaling smoke through her nostrils quickly after that. "Also call a meeting with Nem'ro at my state after that.", The majordomo nodded to Popara in agreement, she herself remained looking at the smooth floor, noticing only a single tile, almost erased, with the Kossak symbol still there for Popara to see, the She-Hutt snarled before crawling back to her car, muttering nervously. "I'm hungry!"


Broka the Hutt , Gortta Desilijic Tiure , Kirill Bratan

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Broka sat relieved at Popara's approval. She was one of the few Hutts, other than his grandfather, that Broka tried to emulate with cunning and influence. She was a model Hutt. Since Broka was able to persuade her to consider, and somewhat embrace his vision, he knew he was on the right track. What was off-putting for Broka was the twisted smile the She-Hutt gave him. Something sinister was going to come his way. She had a history of getting any rivals "out of the way". Broka would make sure he was not going to be the next victim to such things.

An Anjiliac messenger came to him as he was leaving his seat. The messenger gave the invitation for a meeting between Broka and Popara as the queen instructed the servant. Broka received this news with a wary mind though. This could easily be an assassination attempt on him. He thanked the messenger, "<Tell your master that I will consider her invitation. However, I am hesitant to meet at her house. A meeting in neutral territory would be optimal. You can also tell her to expect a holo-call from me soon.>"

Broka then turned watched the messenger go out to the corridor where Popara left from. When he left Broka sight, Broka turned to one of the guards he had behind him. "<Come with me soldiers. I'm hungry.>"

Broka and his escort went down the corridor that lead to this room that lead to the car Broka used to get to this palace.

Queen Popara Kirill Bratan Gortta Desilijic Tiure

 

[Kirill Bratan]

Queen Popara , Broka the Hutt , Gortta Desilijic Tiure

Kirill looked at each one with a straight face and took note of their actions and reactions. He just slightly bowed to Broka the Hutt after his rant and smiled that cool, crisp and unnerving smile of his. The kind of smile that you don't know if he is genuinely happy about something or trying to figure out whom to kill first. He was hard to read.

He bowed deeply to Queen Popara after she spoke to him. "I understand my Queen and will be ready in a week to assault and take back our rightful moon". He watched them all leave and once they left he left and went to his armory chamber and looked at his droid inventory. He found what he wanted and then opened the Create and switched on tiny fly size droids that would record and transmit video back to a internal library here at the palace. He sent them out after giving them instructions to be in the same room but stay hidden as the Hutt leaders except the Queen and to not get close. He just wanted to see if they were up to something or not. Precautions were always a good thing and that is why he has lived as long as he has.

"Now go out and get me my information." as he gave each droid a specific target and of course he sent out more than he should in case some got caught or destroyed.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Kirill Bratan Queen Popara Broka the Hutt Gortta Desilijic Tiure

Red walked down the hallways of the palace. He was very out of place, surrounded by all of these criminals and gangsters. Red came, wearing his armor. He held his helmet under his left arm. His red hair definitely stood out in the palace, and attracted some attention to him because of his strange hair color. His red gaze surveyed the halls, looking around. He was packing some heavy weaponry, with his blaster rifle and grenade launcher strapped to his back, his dual pistols holstered, multiple knives, detonators, flash bangs, and smoke grenades were equipped on his utility belt. His gauntlets themselves hid hidden blades, that Red could spring out and use to stab, and they also came equipped with grappling lines, poison darts, and flame throwers. He had a knife hidden in a compartment on his leg, and he had a vibroblade strapped to his right leg, in plain sight. One thing he was missing was his lightsaber, which he had decided he didn't need with all of this weaponry.

What was Red doing here? Well, he had a proposition for the Hutts, as he knew they were planning an attack. Mainly, a proposition for Red to join them, as he was a mercenary, after all. Perhaps he could help them out. Well, Red could definitely help them, he was a genetically created/modified supersoldier, trained since birth to kill, and was capable of doing work most others would die horribly from. Plus, they would be bringing at least some form of order to the planet of Nar Shaddaa, which was better than none. Besides, Red had been wanting to get into the criminal underworld, so this was his chance.

Red walked to where he was told General Bratan would be, the man apparently in charge of the assault. Red stopped in front of the chamber, and knocked. "General Bratan, my name is Red. I'm an independent contractor, and I found a contract for an assignment, and I was contacted to come here and meet you." He said, introducing himself.

 

[Kirill Bratan]

Subject 73 Red , Queen Popara

Kirill was dressed in his suit which was intact a very thin and highly efficient armor material. He too was genetically modified as a super soldier and had metal bones and regenerate powers as well as enhanced reflexes. He was no Jedi but he could act and move like one wielding the force and he has killed many, many Jedi. He was at his desk looking over some schematics when Red called out from the open door. A wise decision since he was relatively safe in the palace but he had traps in place just in case. He pressed a button to deactivate them and called out; "Enter!:" In a commanding voice but not loud.

He spun in his chair and stood up looking Red up and down and seeing everything that he could see he was wearing. "Welcome Subject 73 Red. Is there anything you want me to call like Red or something short?"


"I trust that you made it here safely with my escorts." That really was not a question but a statement. "I am glad that you took the time to come here and have the confidence and balls to come here as well. Most people would not. So I will not waste your time. Please have a seat." As he motioned for him to sit in a chair out on a mezzanine overlooking the vast canyon and waterfall near the palace. It was a very great view.
He motioned for one of his droids to bring them refreshments and cakes.

"So. It is very simple. We are going to take over the moon Nar Shaddaa and bring back the Hutt empire and the oder and law of the land, with your help. So what do you want in return? What is your payment or trade for helping us and why should we allow a Jedi to help in the first place?"

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Kirill Bratan Queen Popara Broka the Hutt Gortta Desilijic Tiure

Red entered the room and saw General Bratan. "General Bratan, a pleasure to meet you at last. You can just call me Red, that's what everyone calls me." He said. Red sat in one of the chairs Bratan motioned for him to sit in. It was a quite nice view, yes. The Hutts knew how to choose their meeting locations well. Red turned back to General Bratan. "What I want in return? Well, sir, in terms of money, not much. I work some other jobs, in often high-paying positions, so in terms of money my price would be low, far lower than the average mercenary. However, there's more. I obviously quite adore weapons and armor and tech and other items, so that may be included in my payment. Also, perhaps I could be considered for a more full time job. The Hutts could always use Enforcers, after all, to carry out their orders. Or perhaps I could be added to a list of contacts the Hutts hold to call upon certain mercenaries." Red told him.

"As for why you should allow a Jedi to help you, I'm obviously not like other Jedi. I'm far different from other Jedis. I have no qualms of killing, as I was created and trained since birth for that task. I also have a wide range of skills that allow me to preform tasks normal people and soldiers cannot. My Jedi training has taught me how to use my Force powers, allowing me to utilize skills in combat. I can also use the Force to break someone's mind, bending them to the will of me and my superiors. I also don't entirely agree with the Jedi, you see. I can serve the Hutts quite well, however they need me to." He told Kirill.

 

[Kirill Bratan]

Subject 73 Red , Queen Popara

Kirill listened intently and ran a hand over his cleanly shaven face. He liked this guy. He know the right buttons to push. He knew he could get credits elsewhere and over time but he could not get his hands on the hardware that Kirill possessed and wanted some of it. The droid appeared between them and sat down a silver tray with tea and coffee with sweet pastries on it. Macaroons to be precise. Those were Kirills favorite and they were still warm. He took a cup of coffee that was poured for him and drank some while munching on a Macaroon. The droid motioned to Red as which one he wanted, tea or coffee. All of it safe as he his seeing Kirill drink and eat it.


Finally Kirill waved his hand with the half eaten macaroon in it while looking off at the waterfall in the distance and some huge type of birds flying near it. He would have to travel up the cliffs someday over there and see what these things are. Then looking back towards Red. "My dear sir. Given as you have been honest with me I shall be honest with you. You can have and keep any gear that you request for this mission and that includes a ship to call your very own. I will also pay you 2,000 credits a day until this is over. Furthermore, I will personally welcome you into my personal guard as a loyal Captain and be sure that the Queen herself will keep you as a retainer for specific jobs. How is that for payment?"

 

[Gortta Desilijic Tiure]

Gortta had remained silent for the duration of the back and forth between Queen Popara and Broka the Hutt . For a moment he had become hesitant at the mention of Popara taking all the power for herself and dividing it up where she saw fit. That had not been what Broka and he had discussed in their private meeting. As such, he was glad to hear Broka stand firm in his push for a more reformed Hutt Republic. Given the Hutt's long-winded speech, Gortta saw no reason to add anything else, especially given Popara seemed to be open to the proposal.

With the meeting seeming to adjourn shortly after that, Gortta turned to his aide that had accompanied him, a blue-skinned male Twi'lek slave. He spoke in a low voice as that two of them began to make their way to an exit; "I don't trust Popara. I don't trust Broka either at that. Dispatch spies to watch them both and have them report back to me at regular intervals."

The Twi'lek bowed his head and responded, "At once, great Gortta."

"I fear they may move to cut me out of as much of the power as they can get away with..."

 

[Broka the Hutt]

The transport took Broka and his escort to a detached guest estate to the palace. The other Hutts had such accommodations as well. It was decent. It was all that was expected for a luxury guest room. Broka got there, and slid his incredibly corpulent self to the dining room where he planned to have one of his private banquets. A meal that had a quantity of food that not many Hutts could take in one sitting. The traditional cuisine with several bowls filled with a water-like substance that housed squirming eels (Broka's favorite). When one of Broka's stewards stepped next to him, the lanky Neimoidian dressed in long, black, brown, and gold robes made a flourishing bow.

"Mighty Broka. Is there any services you require of me or the other stewards?"

It took Broka a few minutes to pause his session of ravenously gorging on his food until he finally spoke back.

"<Secure this guest house. Order longer shifts from the guards, and twenty-four hour surveillance. Also, call the twins over from my palace on Nar-Shaddaa. That's where I left them last if I remember correctly. In case they are not there, call both that, and the palace in Jiguuna, for them. Whichever one ends up being where they are. I need security. They could definitely aid in that regard. Also, send a message to Gortta's people. I want to speak with him as well. >"

"I will contact both a palaces immediately my lord."

Broka did not even respond to the steward. The massive Hutt went back to gorging on the meal. After an hour of nothing but eating, Broka got up from the seat designed for his kind, and lurched over to the holo-terminal. He then patched his signal through to Popara's terminal at her quarters. When the She-Hutt answered, Broka then spoke.

"<Queen Popara. It is an honor to speak with you. I trust your messenger relayed my reply to your invitation?>"

Broka then waited for the queen to respond as he sat in the chair for that room. Broka was proud to say that he was the fattest Hutt that can still move independently without a hover chair, or slave carriage. His colossal size reflected such a figure. Tall, and blob-like. When he sat back in the chair, some of his body fat seemed to poor over the rim of the chair, yet Broka did not seem to notice. He kept the truth about whether or not he noticed to himself quite well.

Queen Popara Gortta Desilijic Tiure Willow & Ivy Kirill Bratan

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Kirill Bratan Queen Popara Broka the Hutt @ Gortta Desilijic Tiure

Red listened to Kirill. WHen the droid came with the beverages and food, Red took the tea. He could tell that the food and drinks were safe because Kirill was eating and drinking, and that he was usually able to smell the poisons out, which he smelt none of. Then, Red smiled lightly as the man offered the payment. "My friend, you are a good negotiator. That payment sounds good to me, yes, I accept." He said, taking a sip of the tea. He took the tea because it had less caffeine than coffee, and was less addictive. Of course, he personally knew someone who had a tea addiction, but that was from years of drinking the stuff. Red preferred to keep his caffeine intake low.

"So, what do you want me to do, right now?"

 

[Kirill Bratan]

Queen Popara Broka the Hutt Gortta Desilijic Tiure Subject 73 Red

"Very well." He stood up and extended his hand out to shake and gave a very firm business handshake. "I am ruthless as you have heard but I do have honor and I may be a lot of things to the galaxy at large but I am an honest person. My word is my bond. Just know Red that if you ever double cross me, I will end you and I hope the same goes if I do that to you. Which it won't."

He walked over to the balcony railing and leaned on it some with his coffee and took a deep breath and let it out. "This is beautiful Red. Look at this. I have worked myself up from a peasant on my home planet to a General and lost it all. But look at where my hard work and determination has brought me today?" He turned to look at Red. "That determination has brought you here as well my friend and I do foresee great things for you. I will personally take you over to a luxury villa here that will be yours from now on. I want daily up briefs of your progress before 10am, even if I am not here. You have my holonumber. But for starters I want you to get to know this palace inside and out and look for areas we need to approve on in the ways of physical security. I have done it and took countermeasures but a fresh eye is what I need. Remember that not only your boss lives here and the Queen herself, but so do you as of now. Take it seriously."


"Oh. I will have two droids that will be programmed for you and you alone. They will only have basic hardware and you can see fit to program them with whatever you want. Just so that you know any droid here will not hurt the Queen the and I. Good luck trying to decode that one. Now follow me to the armory and let us get you what you want plus the hardware for the two droids." He put his arm around Red and threw his coffee cup off the balcony and started for the door.

 

[Willow & Ivy]

The twins got word that their presence was required by their employer Broka the Hutt . It had only been a few times that they had ever been called and all of those meetings had been just checking in on how they were adjusting to their new life.

But this was to be something else. Big things were happening, game pieces were being set on the board. Both young ladies had seen it. And now it was just a matter of time to see whether or not those pieces would deviate from the paths set before them.

Dressing in matching robes of silver, the twins were escorted under full guard. Extra clothing and personal items were carried by palace staff to their rendezvous with their employer.

It wasn't until his holocall with Queen Popara began that the two had arrived. Whether or not Broka wanted to be disturbed, they didn't know. So instead Willow and Ivy waited in the bext room with a little feast of their own until they were summoned to his side.

 

[Queen Popara]

She drank from a huge cup filled with Yatooni Boska, her mind remained clouded with what was to come. Was she doing what was needed for her kajidic? Was she bringing glory to her species? Popara did not know, there were many greedy huttlets now in charge of their clans, lords who would not see the new era of the galaxy when it arrived, that Popara was absolutely sure of. Broka's response to meeting her was living proof of that, too young and too paranoid, in Nal Hutta by ancient laws that transcend time so that the Hutts were safe from their countrymen.

“What is his so afraid of?”, Popara wondered about it. In her experience, few had to be afraid of anything if they had nothing to lose or hide from their enemies, she was concerned about the future of her people and her business, she coveted for more, yes, but she wanted them to Hutts were guaranteed and had the same respect as in the past days. And when his comlink started to beep, Popara answered his call receiving the holographic figure of Broka in front of him, Popara raised his cicada, swallowing the smoke inside him, holding it for a moment and releasing it through his nostrils.

"Broka ...", she said keeping her eyes orange at the fat figure of the Hutt. “I received your answer but I don't care about it. Let it be right here what I have to say, I refuse to drag my body off my property at night, I hate the cold and I hate the humidity of this planet.”

“And I wasn't born in the last century, Nem'ro huttlet, I recognize the smell of ambition very well to know that.”, She raised the cicada and redid the old habit again, “I have no interest in taking the title of Supreme Mogul, but don't you? I smell it very well. The others are not going to support you, Broka, they are not going to put a Nem’ro in power... not without some persuasion.”

As always, she wanted something in return for a favor. She would gladly do it, let another one take care of the tedious affairs of governing an entire race of Hutts, she cared little, Popara had her empire, in Balmorra, Coruscant, her Smugglers Run, Point Nadir, Achillea and into what was once territory of the First Order. Only she wanted more, she always wanted more.

Broka the Hutt