Lorda of the Anjiliac
[To: [member="Elijah MacCready"]]
The majordomo heard everything without flinching, after all, he knew all of her masters business and desires. The Queen was a cruel and vicious slug, but the Zygerrian knew best as to say that out loud, or he would get himself a painful death by her minions, or her pets, or inside of her. She was famous for eating people that made her upset.
“The Queen is busy. Some audience with a foreigner.”, the Zygerrian said, scratching his chin, slowly. “But i know she has one job that needs services.”, he would tell her later about it, that would make her mood a little better, “In the hangar 33 is a mandalorian called Firestorm. She needs backup and a pilot to take her to Khomm. There, you both shall bring some… information, at least is what i can tell you. About payment… well…”, the Zygerrian was quite polite about this. “The Queen always rewards services done to her.”
He remained quiet, after all, her was her Majordomo, not the Queen herself. He knew it paid well enough, fifty thousand just to take the job and another twenty for the information she want it.
“Are you up to the task?”
[To: [member="Ivory Stroud"]]
As Draper stood next to her, and the gamorrean guards close to her throne, Popara listened to what was being said to her. Or so it seemed, after all, it was hard to know when a Hutt was paying attention, especially when they were eating, and that she was doing it so. Chewing off piece by piece of the meat and leg of the rodian deadbeat who would not pay his gambling debts, Popara had a special hate in her heart for rodians some would say. ‘Cause they are too tasty’, she would have told them, listening to the woman speaking huttese, not like her peers and fellow hutts, but it was it was bearable to her great ears, and she had the decency to be polite before her mighty presence. Which could not be said the same about the scum there.
When Popara heard about that, she kept quiet, she had some knowledge about it. But, no real desire to move against new worlds, not while there was opposition rising in the Underlevels of Coruscant, and there was Nar Shaddaa to bend back to their will. But, even so, she knew how to talk and how to make her hungry for that. So, Popara half closed her big yellow red like eyes looking at the woman, shoving a big piece of meat inside her mouth as she answered her. Her grayish drool coming out from the west corner of her mouth, as a big Togruta servant came forward to clean it up with a clean rag. The translator inside the ruby of her necklace, translated her words to the common filth language the non Hutt spoke.
“You know how to show respect, human, i give you that. I enjoy that… And i expect that information shall prove useful to my associates. Your services shall be rewarded for that”, that was the closest of a ‘thank you’ that a Hutt could say, Popara, in her throne, openned her mouth, spitting off a piece of bone in the floor, slowly shaking her slug tail next to Bulbo, Popara shook her hand towards the female woman. “Go on, I’m listening.”
The majordomo heard everything without flinching, after all, he knew all of her masters business and desires. The Queen was a cruel and vicious slug, but the Zygerrian knew best as to say that out loud, or he would get himself a painful death by her minions, or her pets, or inside of her. She was famous for eating people that made her upset.
“The Queen is busy. Some audience with a foreigner.”, the Zygerrian said, scratching his chin, slowly. “But i know she has one job that needs services.”, he would tell her later about it, that would make her mood a little better, “In the hangar 33 is a mandalorian called Firestorm. She needs backup and a pilot to take her to Khomm. There, you both shall bring some… information, at least is what i can tell you. About payment… well…”, the Zygerrian was quite polite about this. “The Queen always rewards services done to her.”
He remained quiet, after all, her was her Majordomo, not the Queen herself. He knew it paid well enough, fifty thousand just to take the job and another twenty for the information she want it.
“Are you up to the task?”
[To: [member="Ivory Stroud"]]
As Draper stood next to her, and the gamorrean guards close to her throne, Popara listened to what was being said to her. Or so it seemed, after all, it was hard to know when a Hutt was paying attention, especially when they were eating, and that she was doing it so. Chewing off piece by piece of the meat and leg of the rodian deadbeat who would not pay his gambling debts, Popara had a special hate in her heart for rodians some would say. ‘Cause they are too tasty’, she would have told them, listening to the woman speaking huttese, not like her peers and fellow hutts, but it was it was bearable to her great ears, and she had the decency to be polite before her mighty presence. Which could not be said the same about the scum there.
When Popara heard about that, she kept quiet, she had some knowledge about it. But, no real desire to move against new worlds, not while there was opposition rising in the Underlevels of Coruscant, and there was Nar Shaddaa to bend back to their will. But, even so, she knew how to talk and how to make her hungry for that. So, Popara half closed her big yellow red like eyes looking at the woman, shoving a big piece of meat inside her mouth as she answered her. Her grayish drool coming out from the west corner of her mouth, as a big Togruta servant came forward to clean it up with a clean rag. The translator inside the ruby of her necklace, translated her words to the common filth language the non Hutt spoke.
“You know how to show respect, human, i give you that. I enjoy that… And i expect that information shall prove useful to my associates. Your services shall be rewarded for that”, that was the closest of a ‘thank you’ that a Hutt could say, Popara, in her throne, openned her mouth, spitting off a piece of bone in the floor, slowly shaking her slug tail next to Bulbo, Popara shook her hand towards the female woman. “Go on, I’m listening.”
