Four of the gooniest goons sat in a booth at one of the casino's small cantinas. Cigarra smoke clouded the room. A moving hologram of a pole dancing twi'lek floated in the corner. Folk ordered alcohol at the bar. All the usual stuff, but the goons ignored all that. One of them was a Devaronian, with horns and all, who went by the name Luchy LeFrange. A prime Kajidic contact. With him was his known associate, Jiimi Skrambles, an Arcona who was busy sucking on a salt crystal like a popsicle. Two others sat opposite them: a Rodian (first name Pauul, last name Farrlo: hitman for hire) and a Vodran (a low level Bareesh lackey, fresh off planet Vodran, who still used his real name of Zatax). The Vodran wore a crimson colored shirt.
"So like I was telling Jiimi, the Hutt who runs this place? Well his career looks like a Star Tours stock graph. Up and down and sideways and every which way," LeFrange ranted, then paused to take a sip of a clear liquor. He blinked at the glass' contents. Clear-ish.
"Whaddayuz mean, Luchy?" asked Pauul, who honestly looked more engaged with the edge of the new Morp Knife he'd bought from Vanir Tech. But hey, multi-faceted eyes, so you never really knew where the Rodian was lookin'.
"Well it's like this, see. Popo the Shell Hutt was this big shot crime lord back when the Black Sun ran things around Nar Shaddaa."
"-what, you mean the one from nine hundred years ago?" Pauul's antennae twitched.
"Huh? No, stupid. The new one that the Republic wiped out."
"Would you shut the kark up and let me tell the story."
"Yeah, Pauuly, shut the dark up," Jiimi added helpfully.
"Anyway," LeFrange rolled his eyes and stroked a horn, "This guy used to be the bad man in town, see, only when the Republic curb stomped the Black Sun with that Jedi lady - what's her name."
"Halcyon," said Jiimi from around his salt popsicle.
"Right, Halcyon, well she punched this cartel real good."
Farrlo cocked his head. "Are yuz sure it was the Black Sun, because I'm pretty sure Miss Domino would like a word with yuz."
"Ok. Anyway, Black Sun, Hutt Cartel, whatever. Guy was a major player. Then they get stomped. Stomped bad. So what's this guy do? Works his way into the system. Gets himself elected Supreme Chancellor of the Republic."
Zatax opened his mouth, "I don't think-"
Luchy talked right over the Vodran. "-Yeah, that's right, then after the Republic goes bye-bye, he pals around with some Mandalorians and they get all buddy buddy. This Hutt? He's a survivor, man."
"Yeah I think you lost me," Jiimi said.
"What? I explained it all didn't I," Luchy scowled.
"No, I don't understand, so was he Supreme Chancellor or a Mandalorian?" Jiimi gesticulated with his popsicle.
"Both. All of them."
"Yeah, I'm confused," Jiimi shrugged.
Pauul nodded, "Me too."
Zatax raised a hand. "I don't think you should speak of one of the Great Masters like this."
"What in the kark are you on about, you thick scaled lizardfaced motherkarker," Jiimi pointed at Zatax with his popsicle.
"Oh for Force's sake, Zatax, put your hand down, Jiimi don't insult him like that." LeFrange was getting a headache and it wasn't from the secondhand smoke. "He's Vodran. They've been brainwashed for like three thousand years."
"I am not brainwa-"
"-Just give the guy a break, stang. When are those Helix boys supposed to show up anyway?"
Jiimi smacked his lips. "Hm. Smeg should be here soon."
Edited by Bareesh Kajidic, 26 April 2018 - 09:54 PM.