Did Someone Order a War?
Gos Hutta System
Kor Oktanivii Planet
Daybreak
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lg8Gil6m6ow
Location:
Outside FFE’s Main Production Facility, Punta Outman Geesa, or Dead Outlanders
In the rubbled filled interlinked cities of Seutta and Nuttaon, gangland territory.
Work on the prototype drop ship all but complete, the cloaking device needed certain parts, due to a raid on the factory recently the shipment had been stolen by the locals, a hazard and risk of the factory's location.
Kor Oktanivi was a secretive world all things considered, little known to anyone but the hutts themselves. Rumors of the hutts struggling with some internal difficulties, had led [member="Goros the hutt"] to search for trading partners further afield, to ensure a continuous flow of credits. Today one of his three Lieutenants met a senior Sith at his main factory at the ruined cities of Seutta and Nuttaon [member="Darth Ferus"]. Goros never worked directly, shielding his name, FFE reaching out to the assassins would have been done through Sere most likely as even the lieutenants liked to work independently from one another.
Rising sun showing the full area they stood within, the outskirts of the factory were gangland territory, where the hutts supplied the local gangs with firepower meant to pit them against each other in an ever ongoing conflict non could ever win, this was done as a testing ground for the new weapons themselves for the company.
Sere was a technician not a fighter, she had no weapons of her own at the meeting. Only the large body of trandoshan, rodian and more oddly Noghri commando muscle with her. The usual escort for one of FFE’s lieutenants. Her snake-like tail steadied her balance, to most she was hideous to look at, but the manner of the sluissi hybrid was undeniably calm, maddeningly so given her race’s apathy to any and all things non technical.
A certain apprentice of Darth Ferus, [member="Niaana Ren"] was waiting somewhere in the wings for his call, accompanying him.
“.... as'sss you can ssss'seeee. We can provide ssss, a wide range of technologies’ssss that others’sss wouldn’t think to develop. Do we have an accord for future transaction’ssss,” her snake-like tongue hissed amicably at her trading partner Darth Ferus, their deal for the drop shop and further contracting on the table. Though to be fair, as civil as she was, a binding contract was always a good plan for the sluissi, she was first and foremost a merchant interested in credits above anything else.