To Contact a Hutt.

[Tentoa]

The Business practices of Hutts were widely known to be shady, anyone who would contact a hutt to arrange a transaction or accord would more than likely be aware of what they were getting into. Perhaps there were those who wished to buy or sell or offer their services to gain connections. No matter what the cause this hutt had 'public relations' agents in the form of protocol and astromech droids spreading his name, planting rumors of his wealth and an interest in both the finer things in life and his willingness to acquire more. In fact he made it rather easy to find his proxy holocom frequency for others to find.

Whenever one would contact the line they would be met with an automated response in the form of a young twi'lek woman that played in both Huttese and Basic.​

"Bu Lhonu Mongo cah uba jot wa wankee catke cohka bu han. Bu Lhonu Mongo gee mee douaph da paknee ata bimhee wa lhonu bargon see bakanh, jot mee kanwahca an whao chalanh uba lwaa melam cohai doi jen du doubobae dopa bai duba Galatic Bkonbohba Hou, sonpa uba."

«"The Great Mongo requests you leave a message after the tone. The Great Mongo has many appointments that take up a great deal of attention, leave your information and if interested you shall receive word from him in approximately two to three Galatic Standard Days, thank you."»

The message would then come to a stand-still until it was followed by a sharp beep indicating the time allotted for a message.​

 

[Carlos]

Scene​

The dash board of the HWK-290 Light Freighter would light up, slowly, very slowly, large numbers would crawl across the screen. The fat human would slowly hobble towards the screen, and view the message.

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Character​

Carlos would slide his fingers over his mustache, pull up a salamander on a stick and munch down on the flesh. Opening up a message he'd begin to speak. The blue hologram would display a short, fat human eating a dead animal on a stick. "Look man, this is Carlos Del Otero. I got us a good deal you know. With some of your precious credits, me and--" Carlos would stop talking and chow down on some more of the salamander, the loud sound of chewing could be heard. "and you could create a mighty empire, you know? Talk to you later man." The transmission would slowly end, as the fat man hobbled over to disable the projector.

[member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]