Coratanni Cartel
Thawne
Oubliette Shadowport - [member="Hircine"]
Kara
There were many places in the galaxy that most people chose to ignore. It wasn't out of any sort of morality, but mainly profit. Shadowports dotted the galaxy almost as much as those of legitimate interest. There were thousands of them spread across the galaxy, from the core to wild space. If one looked hard enough they could find a Shadowport hidden in nearly every corner. It was a fact of life.
A necessity even.
Kara Thawne rarely ventured from the tower in her own shadowport Ylen. There was hardly ever a need for it, and the comfort of home was something that just couldn't be replicated in even the finest hotels. Yet at times leaving was a necessity, not just for her own benefit, but for the good of the Cartel. That was why she had come to Oubliette today, why she'd made the long trip in one of her fathers stealth shuttles.
The Twi'lek stalked down the ramp of her ship, flanked by two Coratanni Executioners. Her eyes wandered through the hangar bay for just a moment, skipping over the droids working in the far corner and landing on a small stooped little man waiting by the door. Kara stopped for just a moment, frowning in displeasure at being greeted by the little creature. She scoffed, and then approached him.
The man seemed to flinch with her response, the sting of her tone clearly having some effec ton him. Perhaps he had expected praise, but Kara wasn't the sort to give it unless it was truly earned.
Kara stared at the man for a moment, then simply nodded. The Executioners behind her remained silent, though their body language allowed them to remain completely aloof. Another second or two passed, and then the little worm finally turn and began to lead the way. The Conference room was located only a short way from the hangar and was Ornate in nature, usually used by the Hutt's in charge of this place to negotiate trade deals.
There was a long table of inlaid gold, several plush chairs, and of course the typical Hutt architecture dotting every corner of the room.
Kara despised it.
Kara
There were many places in the galaxy that most people chose to ignore. It wasn't out of any sort of morality, but mainly profit. Shadowports dotted the galaxy almost as much as those of legitimate interest. There were thousands of them spread across the galaxy, from the core to wild space. If one looked hard enough they could find a Shadowport hidden in nearly every corner. It was a fact of life.
A necessity even.
Kara Thawne rarely ventured from the tower in her own shadowport Ylen. There was hardly ever a need for it, and the comfort of home was something that just couldn't be replicated in even the finest hotels. Yet at times leaving was a necessity, not just for her own benefit, but for the good of the Cartel. That was why she had come to Oubliette today, why she'd made the long trip in one of her fathers stealth shuttles.
The Twi'lek stalked down the ramp of her ship, flanked by two Coratanni Executioners. Her eyes wandered through the hangar bay for just a moment, skipping over the droids working in the far corner and landing on a small stooped little man waiting by the door. Kara stopped for just a moment, frowning in displeasure at being greeted by the little creature. She scoffed, and then approached him.
"My Lady, we've prepared the conference room for your arrival."
His voice had the aspect of a slithering snake, words that seemed to creep from his lips. Kara looked down at him, then motioned with her hand. "My guest?"The man seemed to flinch with her response, the sting of her tone clearly having some effec ton him. Perhaps he had expected praise, but Kara wasn't the sort to give it unless it was truly earned.
"W-will be brought there once you arrive."
Kara stared at the man for a moment, then simply nodded. The Executioners behind her remained silent, though their body language allowed them to remain completely aloof. Another second or two passed, and then the little worm finally turn and began to lead the way. The Conference room was located only a short way from the hangar and was Ornate in nature, usually used by the Hutt's in charge of this place to negotiate trade deals.
There was a long table of inlaid gold, several plush chairs, and of course the typical Hutt architecture dotting every corner of the room.
Kara despised it.