Private Meeting The Hutt

[Tae'l Vizsla]

A lone Mandalorian descends from the boarding ramp of a stolen light freighter, heralded by the jingle of star-spurs and the gleam of pure beskar armor as sunlight danced across the metal surface of her helmet in wavy patterns, orange tinted by the polluted skies if Nal Hutta.

Before her stood the palace of Boht The Hutt , An ambitious Daimyo and rising power amidst the Hutt Cartels.

She had never personally dealt with the Hutts, only ever seen them while accompanying her mother Aloy Vizsla , once a Daimyo in her own right who had made dealings with the Hutts of Black Sun during the days of the Eternal Empire long ago, supporting the Eclipse Rebellion in their mutual alliance with Mandalore. Clan Vizsla had since risen above such petty squabbles, her mother rising to far grander ambitions and for more savory too.

But she was not her to represent Clan Vizsla, and in fact she had hidden her name from the Hutts, as she had from every soul encountered since her untimely "Death" on the battlefield. Far as anyone knew, Tae'l Vizsla was slain by the Sith years ago, a plaque raised in her honor amidst the graveyards of the Mando'ade, and her soul free to roam.

Here and now she was simply called "The Girl with The Golden Gun" by her co-workers of the Bounty Hunter's guild, named for the proverbial scythe tucked into her holster, which had slain hundreds from Mandalore to Coruscant's level 1313, and from there to the Sith Empire and the Outer Rim territories.

And now the Golden Gun herself was here to officer service to Boht of the Whoma Kajidic, the allure of credits drawing her in.

She had others to care of now. She couldn't be picky with her employers, but she could damn well be greedy.

Naturally she would wait for the guards or servants to confirm her identity, keeping a file with her guild codes on standby as she was sure that the large shipping container aboard her ship, which seemed to thump and even roar on occasion, would turn heads.


Boht The Hutt Rel Dyri

 

[Rel Dyri]

He was down one-hundred credits. Rel put his chin on his laced fingers, staring blankly at the holo-table. He should have known that this was too good to be true, and he'd made the mistake of underestimating the old Rodian opposite of him. Come, play a game of Dejarik with me. He shook his head, remembering the man's words. How about we make it a wager?

The Rodian looked at the Kaleesh, expecting him to lash out any moment. The look in his eye, there was almost a hint of excitement. Rel suddenly threw his hands up, "Welp, I think I've had just about enough. Enjoy your new credits." there was the slightest hint of malice in his words. His opponent was disappointed, and called out every manner of exclamation to entice Rel back in. Doubling the bet, insulting the Kaleesh, any thing he could say to tempt Rel back into losing all of his credits. But the Kaleesh wasn't losing anymore of his welfare to one of the goons that inhabited this palace.

The more Rel though about, it seemed that it was his own fault. But then again, who'd suspect that a old man was set on scamming the living daylights out of anyone who tried him in his domain, the holo-table. He had to be cheating, Rel was certain of it. But it wasn't worth the fight, the Kaleesh didn't want to jeopardize his position here at Boht The Hutt 's palace.

He'd been working for the Daimyo for some time now, carrying out little jobs, hits, any manner of nasty work that the Hutt deemed appropriate. He couldn't say that he'd had much experience working with the Hutts, however. He surely hoped that they weren't all paranoid as Boht was. Rel would wager that a few of his recent marks weren't so deserving of the Hutt's wraith, but he knew better than to question his employer, no good would come of it.

Looking out into the orange sky of Nal Hutta, his hands slowly tightened around the balcony railing. The only concern that he had right now was that he happened to be short a hundred credits. His eyes drifted down to the landing pad, and the freighter which had recently landed. Looks like the Hutt had dealings to get to.


Tae'l Vizsla Boht The Hutt

 

[Boht The Hutt]

The Hutt had recently went to represent Whoma Kajidic as it's sovereign to the hutt council, where he was made treasurer for the forming collation . A position that gave him authority and influence. Which would allow him to purchase a set of creatures that he was looking for, in order to gain prestige that was severely lacking compared to the other Hutt Kajidics. The Palace had no expenses spared, especially since the Hutt had the advantage of it once being owned by Nemro The Hutt before Boht's Kajidic took over the palace. With the palace being renovated with a lot of it's lower floors being converted into a vault where Hutts would be able to access their wealth. Something Keg'rala the Hutt , Jutteth Besadii Koragga , Kloshi , Gula the Hutt , Harajuba , Perla the Hutt , and Brodda Besadii Tai would appreciate. It gave the Hutt safety, Boht's territory had to be neutral ground, so that the Hutts could access this bank. If he was ever attacked by another Hutt or outsider, it would anger the other Kajidics and the attacker would be destroyed.

However the Paranoia of Boht's new power and responsibility made him double secuirity. What if this Golden Gunslinger was sent to kill him? No this could not do, not at all. Calling from his personal comm he would communicate to Rel Dyri , a reliable hunter, and Tamzah Knaw a loyal enforcer that has served since he was born as a hatchling. "Bahe koi tee lotka an hee lohba uen nei. Bolla!" (Disarm our guest and then escort her to me. Go!) . Boht did not like to be kept waiting. As did any Hutt, the middle level of the palace was a large cantina that spared no expense to entertainment. With gambling tables of all sorts from Pazaak, Balaans, and the classic Dejarik tables.

To more lewd thinkers, possessed a stage at the far left of the floor for slaves to dance if one was like Boht and enjoyed those things. Ussually to music that was played by whatever galactic band was around this time. That had not been executed for displeasing the Hutt with too many breaks. In the middle was the bar, where all manner of drinks and food would be served. Upon walking to the top floor would be the throne room of the Hutt, extravagant as when Nemro had ruled. With a large throne and more personal tables leading up to the steps where the large slug was waiting. Guards were armed to the teeth , and protecting the tan skinned figure.

"ee gee babau uba gee ba mo che mi? Cohai ateema kaae bo, ho ho ho ho!" (I have heard you have an offer for me? Speak now little one, ho ho ho ho. ) , Hutts respected nothing more then getting down to business, the message he had received was too the point. Something the Hutt chuckled over and respected.

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