Your New Guards

[Tentoa]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The metal limbs ran their hands along the belt rack, always they did this to hear them jingle at the buckles. To watch the conveyor belt back and forth, independent of each other but bound to the same shiny rod of chrome. It was one construction line in particular that caught the eye; it was brown with a distressed look that was entirely genuine, quite unlike the newly lacquered and brought belts that ran the length of Mella Industries.[/SIZE]

The birth of something old, into a new age.​

 

[Tentoa]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The great slug entered the White Palace, an escort of man and machine. There was a sheen to those heavy lidded eye’s, and a permitted smile that touched the crest of his chin to the sides of his disproportioned head. “[member="Sempra the Hutt"], my most favorite cousin.”[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I have a gift for you.”[/SIZE]​

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra peered at some numbers on his datapad as [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] entered announcing himself.
He put the pad aside and slithered forth to mella arms wide as if a hug was about to happen. But the spectators were spared such an attempt.

"Ah, the great Mongo, my dear friend has arrived." he replied and clapped his hands. Slaves rushed away to fetch food and drinks for his guest.

"A gift? How exciting, let me know if you crave anything special while you are here, mmm?" he teased and remained standing for the moment.

 

[Tentoa]

"Do you have any more of our cousins cooking?" he asked greedily, the long lash like tongue running the length of his oval mouth, there was a choking sound as he sucked in air over the rolls of fat as the thought of food made his mouth water and drip with ozzying saliva. "But no, low and behold kinsman."

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A slender automated machine walk to the centre most of the chamber, it is sleek with a cylindrical head with a multitude of tinted red glass panels, it moves with the grace and swiftness only pre-programmed protocols could accomplish. It's nature was that of deadly, and it held a vibro-axe and stapped to its back a blaster. "I am IG 100, first of the line of Huttian bodyguards." it chimed.

"Unlike the incompetence of the B1, and the bulky and slow nature of the B2 the IG series is the perfect droid assassin. Quick and deadly, you've seen my bodyguard IG 99, they're built after him, and they'll be given to the Hutt Cartel and sold to our allies for a modest sum."

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra smiled at [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"].

"Our talented cousin will be serving his food at the exhibition of The Grand army of the cartel.. I believe he will do his best to excell st that occation. And I expect you to be there. After all your wisdom has given us half of the army already." Sempra winked.

he then turned as the IG 100 walked inside.

"Marvelous! You have truly outdone yourself this time. I have heard about the 88 model but this one hold new abilities I assume? hum?"

 

[Tentoa]

There was a flicker to those heavy eye's, he was wanting of Jembas, cooking and a very sullen expression came over his face, truth be told he would've sent a holodisk and the droids over alone but the cooking had brought him out here to be disappointed. "Unfortunate, but yes the IG 100, has been programmed with guard routines and to pick up on suspicious behaviour. It will halt attempts on its masters life before they've even begun." He remembered the time of its construction and test run where it had broken someone's arm cause they had tried to take his picture, thinking it was a gun, it wasn't perfect but [member="Sempra the Hutt"] didn't have to know.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra noticed the dissapointment in [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]. It was important not to loose his friends interest. He knew he could not summon Jembas food out of thin air, and he only had one portion of the chuba stew left. It became an inner struggle of immense proportions...

The dark crushing cloud yerned for power. It knew what choice had to be done. And it had gotten this far. It resided in his heart but now, as so many times before needed to carve its way toward the brain. It went upward. There it met opposition by furious selfish slugs, throwing what they had against the dark cloud. It heaved and let out an astounding display of ravage lightning, zapping several of the hungry slugs. They were chocked by the effort made and apart from a few younglings who kept stabbing at the cloud the slug army slowly retreated back into the shadows in favour of logic.

The darkness shook itself free from the remaining stubborn snails and soon found the brain of sempra. There it embraced itself and melded the idea that [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] was more important then the stew.

Sempra sighed and waved toward his personal slave.

"I forgot, there is some of the stew left my dear friend. I would hate to see you leave unsatisfied" he sad with a tint of sorrow in the voice.

Then and there he made a promise never to be without Jembas food once more. A contract was necessary.

As the stew was presented to Mongo Sempra again returned his attention to the droid.

"So, how many have you built, and what sort of funding is necessary to begin production on a larger scale?" he continued bracing himself not to appear disturbed by the loss of the stew.

 

[Tentoa]

"They already are, I'm resourceful. I never present a product that I haven't made many time overs." he said with a sly huttian grin, there was a pause before his eye's bulged and his digit ran the edge of the bowl pouring the contents down his throat with much relish. "How have we lived without our cousins cooking before, curse all the chefs in the galaxy for not being him."

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra nodded.

"Of course, I should have known. "[/color{ Sempra chuckled.

"I dare say this product is something I must acquire myself. Is it, as far as droids go, sentient?" he asked in lack of a better word.

[member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]