The Palace of Popara the Great

[Queen Popara]

The Palace itself is designed from the ground up as a pyramid like structure, in a stark contrast to the more standard Hutt designs. The massive opening near the bottom of the Palace serves as the primary ground entrance, with a large landing platform at the bottom of the stairs leading to it. The larger opening above the main entrance serves as a private hangar, as well as transport nexus to get from one side of the Palace to the other. The top levels of the Palace are designed with metal and protective shielding, allowing anyone within to see out into space without risk of exposure. The center of the area is devoted to an arena, with each consecutive smaller level around the rim of the area serving as the viewing areas.

POINTS OF INTEREST

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  Throne Room: The Throne Room of Popara the Great, the main throne itself is more or less a large slab of obsidian, smoothed to a perfect shine and set on tracks against the back wall of the large room. Directly below the Throne Room is a Rancor Pit, accessed by a small opening at the back of the room, though most people discover it from falling through the trap door set before the throne.
  
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  Gamblers Den: Set in the very center of the Palace, the Gamblers Den is a multi level area of the Palace dominated by gaming tables, chance machines, and almost every form of entertainment that could be imagined. Immense sums of money are made here each day, with patrons coming from across the galaxy to test their luck at the great Gamblers Den of Popara the Great.
  
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  Residential Quarters: Situated near the base of the Palace, several floors are dedicated to the living blocks of all those who call the Palace their home, willingly and otherwise. A large section of the living quarters are given over to temporary housing, allowing patrons visiting the Palace to stay there and spend more money.
  
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  Landing Platform and Grand Stair: Just outside the Palace is the primary Landing Platform of all the standard visitors to the Palace. Easily twice the size of the Palace itself, it is capable of holding thousands of vessels of varying sizes. Near the end of the platform, and leading up to the Palace is the Grand Stair, a half mile long path leading up to the waiting doors of the Palace. Situated regularly along the length of the Grand Stair are massive statues dedicated to Popara the Great in different positions.
  
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  Grand Colosseum: Placed at the very top of the Palace is the Grand Colosseum. A massive open floor dominates the area, with viewing platforms along the rim in shrinking layers going up. A massive section of the viewing platforms is dedicated to the private viewing section, containing Popora the Great’s own personal viewing box, and the location of all special guests.
  

In her throne room, the hutt lorda sat drinking and watching as her peers danced around her. How she loved her new palace, he still smelled of new and had to be filled with her pleasure court yet. She could have stayed in the depths of Coruscant, but that place was still dangerous for the likes of her, and so preferred her cold palace in the deep space, where she could make some honest pay and don't worry about a single thing. The only sad thing, was to look at her pit, and find it empty, she had to disintegrate her enemies, and maybe, eat them.
"More music, more drinks!", she shouted to her majordomo. Demanding more for delicacies for her most holy and evolved mouth. Which he replied, and so did the musicians.

 

[Syn Blacken]

Syn had heard about Queen Popara's vast wealth. And her need for hunters like him. He for the most part was willing to work for anyone, so long as they didn't stand against his allies.

This job however put him on Poparas Palace. An interesting place to say the least. Gamblers, dancers, slaves, you name it and they likely where all there. Truly befitting of a Hutt Crimelord.

As expected of a man in his position, Syn came armed and in his Mandalorian armor. However he knew not to approach the Queen without removing his helm. Any sign of disrespect would surely end with him losing his head. Even if he did take a number of her men with him. It simply wasn't worth it.

After eventually finding his way through the Palace and into the audience of the Queen. Syn approached her, bow his head slightly before speaking. 'Queen Popara, I've come seeking to fulfill a contract for you. I've heard that you're always looking for men to go out and hunt for you. And I must say that I am truly exceptional at doing just that' Syn said ending with a grin, holding his helm just below his right armpit.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

A Duros emerged from a ship from an era long gone, the thing sputted and groan as it shut down for probably the last time. Cadan looked back at the old ship and let out a sigh. "Guess now I gotta steal a new one before I leave." With that he made for the entrance, his rugged trench coat flapping around at his ankles. Under his trench coat a set of old, but reliable armour protected him. Only an idiot would enter a place like this without a set of armour.

Just before he entered, a vibrostaff waved in front of his face. Of course it was a Weequay on the other end of it. "You ain't meant to be parkin' there." He spoke with a nasally voice. "Now go see if ya crappy ship can start and git gone." With that he gave Cadan a firm shove.

Cadan's arm dropped to his side, his hand resting on an old DL-18. He saw the guards stances stiffen, and a few more pop up from around the corner. Cadan cleared his throat, as his hand slipped behind the pistol and produced a bag of thrust and offered it to the guard. "I reckon I see me name on the datapad ya got there." Cadan dropped the baggie on the data pad before slipping by the guard.

Cadan made his way straight to the gambling den. A place where he'd fit straight in.

[member="Syn Blacken"] [member="Queen Popara"]

 

[Queen Popara]

With all the music and dancing in her throne room, Popara fell asleep. Her big eyes slowly closed while her body laid relaxed in her throne, having her Twi’lek swinging to keep ventilated and comfortable, and while having deep and smooth dreams, she heard a voice calling her and speaking to her. Forcing her great being to open the eyes and seeing a pretty young man looking at her, something that made her release a big growl with her mouth, pushing her slave away from her side. And to have herself talking to a human filth, in a deep and strong voice in her own language.

“Mercenary? Or bounty hunter? Does not matter to Popara. If you seek my grace and reward for that service than bring me a pet worthy of my great presence... “, and after a moment of good thinking, she answered him with a mean tone of voice. “A great krayt dragon will do you just fine. To have tested your skills.”


[member="Syn Blacken"]

 

[Syn Blacken]

Interesting. A Krayt was a mighty challenge, to bring one back here alive was going to be a blast. Syn always loved an interesting challenge especially one that came with a decent amount of rewards. No matter how foul or ugly Popara was, she sure seemed more then willing to give him just that.

'For your Grace, I shall hunt down a Krayt and bring it here to you. I complete any task set before me, this shouldn't be too difficult for a man like myself. I'm more then capable of capturing one for you.' However I might need help. Syn knew he couldn't single handedly capture, control and transport such a mighty beast.

He knew a few people who could potentially help him. Even fewer who would want to him help. If the reward was worth it a number of people would try to jump in on this. As expected.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: POPARA'S PALACE, THRONE ROOM
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO

Ghorua had worked with Hutts before. He had never been fond of them. To be fair, Ghorua wasn't sure if anyone was fond of a Hutt that wasn't a Hutt themselves. To many in the galaxy, they were nothing more than big living bags of credits. Ghorua liked to think he didn't judge a sentient being based on their species, but he had a pretty good idea of what he would be doing if a Hutt was bankrolling him.

The Shark had landed his ship, the Jawsome, in one of the many landing areas, protected by an ally of his. His steps could be heard outside the throne room before he could be seen, a dull heavy thumping dwarfing the mightiest Gamorrean stomping. He ducked into the room, coated in his slick black armor, covered in weapons from head to toe. For any other being, it was overly-excessive.

The Shark had been asked for by name for a job. The details had been glossed over to protect sensitive information, but Ghorua knew it'd be dangerous. If he were being honest, he wouldn't have it any other way.

The large Bounty Hunter's eyes locked onto the main pedestal, and he walked forward, until he was in front of the large being.

"Your Excellency," the Herglic began, his voice smooth like butter. "Your problem-solver, as requested."

- [member="Queen Popara"] -

 

[Queen Popara]

This was a troublesome day. First the mandalorian woke her up, and now, she smelled fish, and when Popara smelled fish, that made her hungry, and when Queen Popara was hungry, people started to be scared. After all, who knew the full extent of the appetite of a Hutt? Very few wondered about that question, while most would just run away from that. So when Ghorua approached her throne, two large gamorreans did the same behind the bounty hunter, and Popara used her small arm to grab in her bucket silver plate a small porg with no wings.

“Nham, nham…”, Otiure murmured, dumping the poor animal inside her large greasy mouth. Swallowing the creature whole, already going for a new one, when she realized that she had to answer the hunter. After all, Popara had a job for him, and while music played out and people in her court keep their eyes and ears where they should, Popara spoke through the translator in attached in her golden necklace. Raising her deep and powerful voice in a feminine tone. “I have a job for you, bounty hunter. A dangerous one that will take you behind enemy lines of the Sith, are you up for that kind of challenge?”, ending her speech, Popara dumped the small porg in her mouth, chewing his little bones while the small thing, in vain, cried for Popara to stop doing that without knowing how delicious she found to eat such small and tasty creatures. Although, she kinda felt the need to eat more then that, perhaps a little dolphin or tuna, maybe a whale or shark? Popara didn't knew that just yet.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua observed the area, the commotion that suddenly halted in it's tracks, the large Hutt before him, the guards behind him, and felt a sudden surge of confidence. Popara may show no fear, but everyone around him reeked of it. He could read it on their faces, smell it in the air. It was good, although Ghorua couldn't tell whether they were more afraid of the giant bounty hunter, or the giant crime lord.

The Shark hid his disgust well as Popara ate, clenching his serrated teeth behind closed lips. He was a vegetarian. The scent of blood was... upsetting... to him. Nevertheless, he held his tongue, knowing better than to dictate the appetite of the Queen.

He listened to her offer quietly, studying the Hutt's face just as much as her words, looking for a baseline, facial tics, anything to get a better sense of the vast being that was Popara. He got the sense he was less of an asset to her, and more of a useful annoyance.

He could use that.

"Let's find out," the Herglic stated, physically unmoved by the grisly scene before him. It was a short, concise answer. Confident, yet not attacking her ego. And, Ghorua surmised, possibly the best answer one could have when talking to a Hutt.

- [member="Queen Popara"] -

 

[Queen Popara]

The human majordomo approached, Draper, was in charge of her Palace and ensured the laws of his Queen in the place. First rule was no fighting, none whatsoever, the penalty for that was death by whatever means the Queen deemed fit to the situation. The second one was no robbing in gambling the penalty for that was the loss of an arm for the Queen to give to her pets as a snack, and the third one was to always show respect for her great obesity, which was punished by being eaten alive by Popara itself, or her gamorrean guards. While a unholy smile in her big lips, the Anjiliac slapped her small hand in Drapers cheek, and the majordomo served her in a huge cup her favorite drink, something like cherry and brandy.

Turning her glowing big orange yellow red eyes to Bib, her twi’lek jester. The servant shouted at the Bith musicians, a group of nine, started to play their instruments loud, while her Askajian fat dancer started to dance, while a small Yuzzum shouted his words across the Palace. Popara, turned to the bounty hunter, and said in a calm tone of voice.

“Korriban.”, she said like the word meant anything, “You will hunt and bring me four tuk’atas alive, and a terentatek or two, while searching a tomb of some dead Sith and bring me a treasure that i want.”, she gave him a moment of silence, “I will pay you four hundred thousand for the treasure, and one hundred thousand for each tuk’ata, and three hundred thousand for each terentatek with also a extra of twenty thousand for bringing the girl back safe and sound.”, lifting her cup, Popara drank a long sip of her drink, before realizing that she had not explained herself properly. Just like she planned to do it so, the Queen was quite the theatrical Hutt, and loved to watch plays in her court. Mostly plays of death and blood, also plays about comedy, if they didn't made her laugh, she would simply kill them all. “I’m sending a expert on Sith businesses with you. She will lead you to what i want. Is the money enough for you?”


[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ah. So this really is serious.

A single eyebrow raised, Ghorua sorted the information he was given by Popara. It was a hefty amount of information, and a lot to ask of one man, even one of the Shark's considerable strengths.

Capturing beasts was never much of an issue, if you had the right equipment, and the right mindset. Transporting them was more difficult. Delving into an ancient Sith planet to capture beasts, however, would be an entirely different animal altogether. Not only that, he was to delve into this ancient Sith planet to capture a grand total of five ferocious beasts, minimum, and retrieve an ancient Sith artifact.

Keeping one of Popara's people alive through the whole process would add onto the challenge.

"A dangerous task," Ghorua said, choosing his words carefully. "Anything involving Sith is... inherently dangerous. I need to ensure that these dangers are met with appropriate resources."

The giant being let a small smile loose, hiding the fact that he had successfully psycho-analyzed the crime lord. "Double the amount on the relic, and I'll get everything for you."

"Everything."

- [member="Queen Popara"] -

 

[Queen Popara]

As the fish male said his words about doubling his payment, Draper, at his lordship side, got upset, and started to move around her throne, a gesture that was received by Popara with a slap in his back so he would stop this damn things once and for all.

“You are bold, Ghorua.”, her voice spoke, deep in that Hutt tone that she had, being translated by the necklace she wore.”I like boldness.”, her soft hand got back to her bucket of sweeties, grabbing another small wingless porg with her chubby fingers, bringing the poor animal near mouth, ripping his head with a single bite and spitting the small thing in the floor. “You got a deal.”, saying that, the Queen Hutt eat her little snack in a single bite. “My girl will meet you in the hangar.”, lastly she said, grabbing her big cup filled with a strong scent to treat herself with a little beverage.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ashelia Solidor]

Her lips sighed. Ashelia didn’t enjoy working for Hutts, most of them actually offered to buy her as a slave, and two even tried to capture her to do it so, they were big, smelly, disgusting, slug like, creatures that held incredible wealth and power. And as she was ordered by her father, Ashelia would go on with her job, her House demanded that, even if the girl wished to be free of the shackles that politics had in her homeworld, and the grip that destiny had taken in her life even since she was born.

“I hope the Queen choose a good one this time.”, her last job was a mess, the man fled like a coward and she had to find another one to help her achieve the goals she was ordered. Queen Popara, as the head of Clan Anjiliac styled herself was a cruel and vicious Hutt lady, ever rich and ever hungry. Woman had control over a large piece in Coruscant, Nal Hutta, a casino in Nar Shadda, and owned the Smuggler’s Run with a iron fist. A place where fights, cheating and disrespect had heavy punishments.

Their job was quite simple, capture a few animals that knew where to find them, go inside a Sith Temple in the Valley of Golg, the area where the Sith in Korriban were not stationed and run like hell to save their asses before the animals woke up and started to slash them to bits. But things always happened in this kind of job, and they still had to sneak over into Sith space and avoid their patrols.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Jahan Lionheart]

Waiting inside the hangar stood a large black clad armored figure, details in the armor revealed the visage of some sort of feline. Several days ago Jahan was hired by a rather infamous female Hutt for a special job on Korriban and was asked to assist with another job as well. Of course the main task took priority but the armored Cathar was rather interested to see who he was working with. Approaching a female and examining her Jahan pulled out a picture of the woman from one of his bag and checked it once more. Normally he would use a datapad but the ionite in his armor would only cause it trouble and render it useless.

" Queen Popara sent me to accompany you and your partner. It seems she wants two nerfs killed with one stone." Underneath his helmet and mask Jahan was smirking. " Where is your partner?" He asked looking around the hangar.

[member="Princess Ashelia Solidor"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

"That would be me."

Ghorua walked out into the hangar, a little sheepish. He had taken his sweet time after his meeting with Popara, making sure everything was in order. Renewing hunting licenses was never a fun affair, after all.

Ghorua stepped up to the smaller woman, and the tall Cathar, examining them both with equally curious scrutiny. He quickly noted weapons, stances, and demeanors, and first turned to the woman. "Ghorua the Shark, at your service." The Herglic bowed once again, although this time, he was more jovial, unlike the deference he gave the crime lord. He then turned to the Cathar, and gave a cool-headed nod, but the ease was still there.

He radiated confidence, charisma, a gentle pride that couldn't be taught.

"Apologies for the delay," he said, not letting his smile waver. "I had to make a few calls." A quick message to his daughter, a few calls to some allies in Sith territory, ten minutes waiting behind a flamboyant Twi'lek man at the bathroom.

Bounty Hunting could be such a chore sometimes.

- [member="Jahan the Lion"] - [member="Princess Ashelia Solidor"] -

 

[Ashelia Solidor]

As she stood there, Ashelia expected the Queen to send more Gamorreans or Trandoshans to do the job. It was a prized contract set by her father, one that the Hutt lorda could not ignore, after all, she had a reputation to keep and a motto ‘If i can’t get it, no one can.’, and when she smelled something strong in the air, Ashelia turned in that direction, seeing a furry figure in front of her. ‘It’s a Cathar, not a cat…’, she thought to herself, mouth a little open, it was the first time in her life that she saw a Cathar. That strong, wild and strangely cute race of lions, and she could almost remember her dear, long deceased mother, reading to her the Book of the Word, where the holy scriptures of her people could be found. ‘Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions’, the elzeri smiled at the Cathar.

There, standing still against a column of stone, Ashelia was just about to answer, when the smell of fish invaded her nose. And not long, the great and feracious monster that resembled a shark showed himself in front of her. Bowing to her, like she still was in the Palace of Enfer, sitting next to her father, as his princess. At least he had manners.

“It's a pleasure to make both your acquaintances.”. she calmly stated, after stopping leaning against the column, putting her left hand to support her waist in that tight leather outfit she wore. A look that could resemble some Hutt slaves around the galaxy. “The only near human in a hunt of monsters. If that is not sense of humor from the Queen, then i don’t know what it is.”, smiling a bit to that, Ashelia could see that she was, at least, well guarded, after all, there was no chance in hell that her lean elzeri arms would beat the lion and the shark. She was faster, a lot faster, but could win against brute strength.

“Job is simple. We go to the Valley of Golg in Korriban, where intel knows about a tomb, doesn’t matter which one, where not far we shall find the lair of a pack of tuk’atas, and then… Terentateks. My guy was not specific, but it's more than two.”, a tuk’ata was not that hard to hunt, but Terentateks were a whole different matter, they feed on force users like candy. “So, three important questions. Any of you is a Force User or sensitive?”, she was, and well trained by the Enclave, trained like the Dark Jedi of old, trained by the gray wardens, but there was no way in hell she would tell them that just yet. “And who wants to drive?”


[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Jahan the Lion"]

 

[Elijah MacCready]

The smuggler, known as Elijah MacCready, was no stranger to the Smuggler's Run asteroid belt. Much of his adult life had been spent around what most of the Galaxy would consider to be "scum", and he figured he fell into the same category at this point. Odd jobs for whoever was willing to pay was how this gunslinger made a living; whether a piece of cargo had to be transported to a star system across the Galaxy or somebody had to be brought in for a bounty, if the credits were good you could bet Elijah would be nearby. Elijah had no career aspiration in this field and hoped to live an honest life someday, but until then he would have to remain in areas infested with scoundrels and criminals such as himself.

Queen Popara had never employed the services of Elijah before, and so he visited her palace in the hopes of making a new contact for future business opportunities. Reaching the Queen proved to be a difficult task due to the sheer size of the palace. After landing his ship at the spaceport, Elijah quickly found himself lost within the walls of the great structure. As he normally did, he would eventually find himself at the bar ordering a sick concoction of alcohol and whatever they used for mixers in a place like this. It seemed he was in the Gambler's Den area of the palace but, luckily for himself, Elijah didn't have any credits to gamble away.

With a long groan, the smuggler came to the realisation that her should pursue his original objective and pulled himself from his stool at the bar and began exploring the palace once more. He had always walked with a unique swagger in his step, which wasn't lost even in his current drunken state.

As he wandered Elijah would mutter to himself under his breath, "That Hutt has got to be somewhere round these parts."

 

[Crocell]

Ivory stepped off the small Cruiser's lift, which had lowered to the floor on powerful hydralic limbs. The ship seemed to tower above her, and in the distance, she could hear the *tick-ticking* of the engines as they cooled. The Family traveled in style. The powerful freighter was quite large, with ample room for a fair amount of storage as well as personnel; Though they remained in the stowed position, gunnery teams watched the raven-haired Femme Fatale stride across the landing deck toward the entrance into the depths of the Great Hutt Queen Popara's domain. There was plenty of docking space, and Ivory was impressed at how majestic & expansive the Palace appeared to be; a testament to the greatness of [member="Queen Popara"] and her power & influence throughout the galaxy.​

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The woman appeared dangerously beautiful, moving with a self-confident gait which expressed sensuality, power, and grace. She wore tight black leggings which accentuated her curves and knee-high red leather boots which gave her a small lift in height, allowing to her appear closer to 6 feet (1.8m) tall. Her upper torso was clothed in a black leather corset and a soft grey shawl draped around her neck; black leather gloves covered slender, perfectly manicured fingers. Around one wrist, the woman wore a wrist-chron, and attached to her belt were two small pouches and a holstered blaster (conveniently covered by the draped shawl). Her hair was cut in an inventive mohawk design, she wore a number of piercings and her skin was visibly decorated by a small number of inked images & characters.​

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When challenged by Popara's Guard, Ivory introduced herself; "Ivory Stroud, Emissary of The Family, to see the great and most corpulent Queen Popara. The Family sends its' regards, and wishes to make a donation to the Queen's private collection." ​

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It did not take long before Ivory was led, still alone, into the depths of the Palace and into Queen Popara's throne-room.​

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[member="Ahtemis"]​

 

[Queen Popara]

([member="Ghorua the Shark"], [member="Princess Ashelia Solidor"], [member="Jahan the Lion"] you can go on freely and no need to wait for the others not involved in this quest. Next post, Ashelia will have the thread link place for your quest. Good luck.)


(To [member="Elijah MacCready"])

Not long after the lion, the shark and the sprite left their great presence, Popara found herself hungry. And not hungry to simply eat some small Porgs to fill her up, she had the desire to eat something bigger, slapping her Majordomo in the face, dumping all the forty live porgs inside her mouth, crushing their little bones and swallowing them up.

“More!”, she screamed throwing her royal bucket against him, only to laugh as he started to run for the kitchens to have the Chef prepare her something from the dungeons. As Draper rushed through the hallways, he found a pretty peculiar creature lurking about.

“Oy, you. Who are you and what are you doing in here?”, the human asked in a rude tone of voice. He took care of all his masters business, otherwise she would whip him around, maybe even throw him to one of her pets for a snack, Draper had no desire to find it out, so, making a small bow to the man, he kept rubbing one hand against the other to indicate he was listening to him.

(To [member="Ivory Stroud"])

It was strange for a Hutt to have two Majordomos, but it was necessary. The Queen had Draper for her business and Bilbo to take care of her household and needs, both of them were different from one another, since Bilbo was a Zygerrian and Draper was human. Still, both of them feared the lash of the whip and were always frightened by her big, reddish and yellow mean eyes.
“Chubbi chubbi... “, she said, pleased with big grayish amounts of drool coming out the side of her mouth, as a huge silver bath was served to her with bantha steaks and some poor aliens legs and arms, both salty and spicy.

Bilbo, slowly approached the gamorrean guard that talked to the strange woman. After all, no guns were allowed inside the Queen’s palace, as it was known for all regulars. Listening quietly for her every word, as he rushed back to her high throne pedestal to inform his whispers of her ear while she chewed off some “almost Rodian” meat from a alien leg. Coming forth while she eat, the Zygerrian said in a pleasant tone of voice.

“Come forth, human. As Majordomo of Her Obesity, Queen Popara the Great, i welcome you to her court and extend her most kind regards.”, the Zygerrian seemed a stern alien, one that suffered for long enough in the hands of his evil master. Popara, on the other hand, already tossed the leg, chewed to the bone to her frog dog at her tail, grabbing a bantha steak and doing the same thing, watching as they talked.

 

[Elijah MacCready]

Although Elijah wouldn't admit it in this palace, he had always found Hutts to be greedy and ill-mannered to everyone, with perhaps the only exception being relatives. This Hutt, Queen Popara, was no different. She would order and boss her workers about as if they were nothing and they were all too terrified to even think about disobeying. Elijah was not like them. Sure, he knew the power and influence this Hutt held, but he would not let this intimidate him. There were much worse in this Galaxy than a Hutt crime lord.

Manners were luxury in this part of the Galaxy, and the human servant who spoke to the smuggler had none. "The names Eli." He spoke to the servant, before turning back to the Hutt, "I'm here for work, and word is that there is plenty goin' round 'ere." Elijah would not give his surname, not even his entire first name to the Hutt, this was a form of self-protection in case the deal whatever job he was given would go bad.

Before hearing a response, he would speak again. "I'll do just about anything if the credits are good..."


[member="Queen Popara"]

 

[Crocell]

The inner sanctum of [member="Queen Popara"]'s Palace seemed abuzz with noise.. While it might not have been excessively crowded, there were a few characters which drew the steady, piercing gaze of the black-haired Vixen... though to catch her staring would have been impossible. Ivory stood, hands clasped in-front of her, as the Zygerrian Majordomo approached. Ivory regarded the Majordomo with a cool expression, looking him directly in the eye in a show of strength.

Ivory dipped her head in acknowledgement, forgoing the typical cultural assertions assumed of human women and opting for a more masculine approach. "Thank you, Majordomo..." And then, she stepped forward, turning her attention toward Queen Popara. Ivory bowed deeply... and then began speaking in perfect Huttese:

" Do great obesity, Kwee-Kunee popara, Myo name Sa ivory stroud, Chone Mee havee been sent Tah Do great Bunko by Myo family. We a but Do growing organization, with many eyes Chone ears throughout Doe galaxy, though we cannot compare Tah Doe Wonky hutts Chone their empire.

Mee come humbly before Do Wonky Chone enormous presence, gracious Da Do excellency would take Doe time Tah speak with me. Mee Koose Che Do pleasure Do gift, offered by Doe family as Do token of our goodwill Chone respect Che Doe Wonky hutts.

Doe family also wishes Tah Choba Do highness Doe gift of information. Should U Noleeya Do infinite wisdom deem it worthy, Myo family believes we could find soma common ground, Chone perhaps open Tonka negotiations Che future Poonoo, oh gargantuan Wompa. "

Ivory paused, before producing a small datachip and passing it to Popara's Zygerrian Majordomo.

" Our gift of information Sa this: Doe former Publiko territories, Chuba far Du Doe hutt homeworld of nal hutt Chone Doe entirety of hutt space, Sa ripe Che Doe taking by Doe great Chone powerful hutts. Many of Doe worlds formerly governed by Doe Publiko remnant a open Tah be taken by Doe hutts, as so many porgs might be crushed beneath Do rancor's claws. "

The information contained upon the datachip would outline detailed information upon such worlds as Ylesia, Liira, and Nar Haaska, and other vital information The Family believed relevant.

At this, Ivory allowed herself a small smile - betraying nothing, and allowing the information to sink in before she unveiled her final gift.

[member="Ahtemis"]