Celebration at the white palace

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan began to pour four drinks, one for him, one for Tiali, one for Pasilee, and one for Thraxis. As he saw Thraxis collapse, he began to rise. "I will go get that drunk bastard." He walked over to Thraxis, left him up, and brought him over to the table, letting him collapse into a seat.

He looked to Paislee. "So how's the life of a bounty hunter?"

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Paislee Armandé"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis in his drunken gaze would see a blue blob walking towards him, his body placid from too much alcohol, "He- *hic -y ar you her to pouz me another bettle?" he would say as he was being pulled up and dragged along, "I rik you, lok gourges!" he would whisper, his head bouncing back and fourth, as a bue blob carried him by his eyes seeing nothing but some blue blob taking him to something he thought was a table surrounded by a group of other colour blobs, "I rik you arl lok gourges *hic." he would say as he was dragged along to approach them, though when [member="Cadan Tazi"] dropped him, he only fell from his seat, his arms wide spread and his eyes in some drunken haze, "I wents more booze!" he tried to yell though only failed as he quickly fell asleep on the comfortable ground.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

The underworld was such a sloppy place, though the palace was the upper class of most of the criminal world, Jaster just didn't like it. Though he needed to be here, the Hutt wouldn't do business over the holonet. Jaster didn't like having connections to any criminal world, he had enough dealings with the Red Ravens as they tried to kill him on many occasions. This though would be a notorious position, Jaster was building of a project, and for that he needed subjects. Though he didn't like the idea of it he needed slaves, the procedures were not safe, possibly some would die, but if it was to save the many, Jaster would sacrifice the few.

He had top cred, his labs and factories were pumping out military medical kits on the open market, and it was paying. Though they were a small blimp on the galactic radar, Jaster had plans. Though to move up he needed the project to suceed, and that meant sacrifice.

Jaster brough two Mandalorian Mariens with him, he was an old soldier, many of the bounty hunters and henchmen could win a fair fight with him anytime. Then again, Jaster never did fight fair, he looked over the rowdy bunch and figured neither did they. They moved to a cornor of the hall and didn't drink or eat anything. Jaster himself was not hungry and his marines never really did eat while on mission.

He waited for the Hutts to finish their meeting before speaking to the lead Hutt.

 

[Jemima Armandé]

"What would he do without you? Better keep your eye on 'im." she laughed and shook her head, slurring her words. Paislee took a quick swig of her drink before answering Cadan.

"Oh you know, it's good." she paused, a sudden change in mood. "It's terrible, I'm so inexperienced, every job I try to get, someone gets there before me. I should just quit while I'm ahead." she said sadly, clearly tipsy by now.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Norjung Ordo]

[member="Nyx"]


"If your serious we could always come to my ship for that type of thing. " , he whispered in a screechy tune. The more and more he drank, the more he showed his attraction to her. Looking down at his drink , he poured another into his keg, their was something to celebrate about. This being that he was hired, and marked for a list of jobs that the hutts had access to only. Another being the crafting of his new beskaram that he currently had equipped, his beskar switch blades ready to extend at anytime, if he pushed the button to activate them. His bulky armor protecting everything but his muscular, and equally bulky arms. His container ready for him to pull his explosives out, and blow the joint apart, the two were of the same kind, accept he was a mandalorian, and she was not. Perhaps in time these two could grow together, and his mandalorian ways would wipe off on her, or perhaps he would pass out. The mandalorian drank, his eyes were half open, and he was about to pass out if she did not give in, gulping down yet another drink. The muscular tank set the empty cup down, hopefully she would stop this contest, and oblige, or would she tease him?

 

[Nyx]

Nyx had to admit, she was impressed.
She didn't think the Mando would get this far, and could feel the alcohol starting to affect her as well. Mordred was behind her, encouraging her and placing bets Nyx knew for a fact the Miraluka could not back up. She smirked and leaned closer, knowing she had one shot at this:
"Tell you what, Mandy; win this, and I'll do whatever you want."

She threw back the drink, and returned to her leaned-back position, knowing she had the upper-hand.
All he had to do was outdrink her.

@Norjung Ordo

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Lysle's gaze had not left Flannigan for most of the party, watching him like predator on prey. It was only when a lithe Twi'lek had impaired his view on Flannigan that he stopped watching and averted his eyes. "Kind of you to join us," she dipped her hand, and Lysle watched curiously, he answered in turn, "Yes, well, obligations call."

“I hope you are comfortable, my employers would want no expense spared to entertain a man such as yourself.” She indicated the dancers of all denomination with a small turn of her head, “or I can offer something you might not find elsewhere,” eluding to her brokerage and ability to come by almost anything one way or another. Like him she was always intent on expanding, "objects or curiosities."

"I'm not in need," he spoke cooly. He had been to countless gatherings of criminals and knew how to talk, the tone in your voice in which to get a better result. All of them, animals, were hardwired to respond to varying tones and words differently. It was a weakness one should learn to control when dealing in this area of expertise.

Lysle raised a pointed finger towards Flannigan, "But I have a question for the Cartel." He quickly lowered his hand, not wanting to be spotted by Flannigan, "Who is he, and what is he doing here?" He left no unanswered thoughts whether or not it was a good thing Flannigan was here. He spoke in such a way he had sounded frustrated, for he wanted the Cartel to know that.

[member="Tadietti Tann"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Norjung Ordo]

[member="Nyx"]

"Heh, he, reaaaally?" , the mandalorian suddenly had a renewed sense of heart, mentally that is. Yet, he continued to slur his words, and continued to act tipsy. He was starting to get dizzy , this was not good, not at all, it seems the server had to get more of the drink, they had run out from his previous drinking, and their drinking themselves. He smiled, "So, whats your story?" , he asked slowly, as if trying not to give, the shorak looked pale. The server was not going to come back for around twenty minutes, enough time to get to know the women in front of him.

 

[Tadietti Tann]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50mEDaJ4rkU​

“Obligations of course, but an honor,” she added, meaning it because she valued wealth, and he had it, it was that simple.

Questions, Tadietti had an ace up her sleeve for difficult questions in that she’d play the I’m an unknowing slave card, more an advantage than most people realised, but here having already revealed she was a bit more than a slave to Lysle could only use it sparingly. Maybe she was even more than she appeared?

Her lekku shifted slightly under her veil, the outline of her jaw bringing her lips beneath the veil into another smile. “Like all he’s a guest of our host, I can’t tell you his motives only that we all want the same thing, credits.” Tadietti said in no uncertain way, leaning her shoulder softly to the wall.

She hadn’t yet worked with Flannigan but was planning to very shortly arrange some business if they came to terms, she didn’t get hung up on who people were or weren’t, only what they did or offered. “Perhaps if we were too… consult together,” The slightest curve of her lekku indicated curiosity, “I might find out?” Consult, work, leading into the subtle idea that Lysle might be able to make use of her, but what would she want in return? "Always helpful to find someone to take care of our details, no?"

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​

 

[Goros the Hutt]

Goros was as he always was, stuffing his face, the onslaught of food had not stopped, nor the stack of plates piling up next to him. “Chuba ma fuad” Goros called at regular intervals to his slaves, you more food, which even some of the non-hutt speakers were beginning to recognize.

“Tinka che je” Think she and me? [member="Momma the Hutt"] . He said to his closest associate, Hogohogo Goros boomed out a laugh, straightening up his ample belly, and brushing his slimy fingers across himself, a hutt has to look presentable for the ladies! His triple chin arranged itself to fold across itself neatly.

“Kulpa che chis guodie” Give her this gift, and with that, another two suitcases of silver were walked over by two of the nohgri to Momma’s side, laying open at her feet. Whoever this illusive hutt was sending her silver, not much was known about him, the only thing so far was he ate a lot and had plenty of silver. A zeltron bowed to Momma's side, “grandio Goros du hutt, his honor Goros wishes to present these, guodie ku che, gifts to you.” Of course two human slaves were offered to carry them for her, left behind by the noghri not a bad a hello, and perhaps the fat pink hutt in the corner got her attention, at any rate Momma had just got two free cases of silver and two slaves!

OOC Note:

Spoiler

Sempra the hosting hutt is on a week LOA in case you are wondering why he didn't respond.

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]

 

[Momma the Hutt]

Momma’s eyes lit up as the gifts were presented to her. Why, she had just come to the party and already someone was fawning after her. Silver and slaves, two of her favourite things. Perhaps it was the new lipstick she had purchased, or perhaps it was that alluring perfume she had imported from Talay.

She smiled, accepting the wonderful gifts. She had enough human slaves but these two were free. Perhaps Momma could make use of them somewhere else; they could cater to her favourite slaves back home. They could always use the company, she realized that slaves got lonely pretty quickly.

However,t he clothes that they were wearing were terrible. This Goros has probably never stepped into a HoloWood set like she had!

She slithered over to the pink skinned hut and put a small hand on her…er…a place where her waist would be had she been human. It was one of her few rolls. “

“Whao uba banag bai bunno bai Momma, tytung uba gee bai woy doth saconba.”
If you wanted to talk to Momma, all you had to do was ask.

She would say, with a grin. “Um Momma wohot ji muna sanog.”

But Momma does love gifts.

| [member="Goros the Hutt"] |

 

[Goros the Hutt]

Goros was certainly not dressed as finely as Momma, and she was a stunning sight to hutt eyes. How does one hutt be a gentleman you might ask? Well first of course one of the buffet tables was literally pulled over, plates and food stacked higher than Goros, which at near ten foot long was impressive. Hutts knew how to lay out a spread! The guards around him making room for her to approach, and then standing around both of them.

Goros was not much for dancers so he had few with him but those he did began to dance for the pair to the sides, he was infinitely more focused on food, which is why it so surprised the zeltron next to him when he’d offered to share.

“Huttuk,Flootah Kimbabaloomba Goonu, Freeta, Charkee”
“Hutt-sized, fresh Vegetarian Food, fruit, meat” for each a slave would pull off the top of a huge serving bowl if it tempted momma.

“Uba Chowbasa, Uba stell Smeeleeya, Kavaa Choba ma Champio do Suda”
“Your welcome, your style makes me smile, Can I offer my Champion to your side”, a particularly fearsome Noghri commando stood ready to escort Momma today should she need it.

He still revealed little about himself, getting this close to Goros wasn’t all that common, but he had to admit he was taken with her attitude and appearance, throwing some of his usual caution to the wind, the man tugging on his arm and whispering into his ear seemed to think so, but a swift dismissal followed of the advice.

“Soonga Onkabunno, tu Stuka sombunga so Ankabunga Vota”
“It is gratifying to see someone so lovely here” Goros added with an expressive display of arm arm and lower body shuffling.

[member="Momma the Hutt"]​

 

[Momma the Hutt]

Momma wanted to cry at the sheer amount of food! Back home, she scheduled her food be brought to her at certain intervals due to her wanting to maintain her figure. However, this was a party and it would have been considered rude if she didn’t eat as much as her newfound companion. She’d have to do more exercises at home. Perhaps lift a few weights to maintain her sexy physique.

He presented her a series of platters, and her mouth was literally watering. When was the last time she ate like a true hutt instead of a young maiden. She became a vegetarian to stay gorgeous after all. She was scooted next to the bigger pink hutt.

“Tah ye wanya dansith!”
This looks tasty!

She clapped her hands together and commanded the servant to bring her the meals and she gobbled it down. She was very much entertained, and if hutts could blush it would be something Momma the hutt would be doing right now. She licked her lips, finishing up the meal. Why should she deprive herself of life’s greatest pleasures?

A champion was brought to her side and she realized the pink hutt had so much to give. He was very generous, and she may have fawned over him when she was a younger hutt trying to make her way through Holowood. She was supposed to be a star, though she didn’t really land any gigs except playing a hutt on some indie movies. Perhaps he recognized her?

“Uba doth ree kacmhate, Jee katka sey.”
You are very impressive, I must say.

And indeed, she was very much intrigued by the bigger hutt. He was quite the catch after all! However, he didn’t really say much about himself which made Momma wonder why he was being so shy. He was a fairly good looking hutt after all and he had good taste in the luxuries he offered her.

“Uba wuoka mi”
You flatter me.

Momma said, barely trying to hide her grin. She let out a hefty giggle and rubbed her belly as she continued to down platters of food.

“Momma canta uba doth hih bu yih!”
Momma thinks you’re quite the hutt.

She laughed again, and patted the pink hutt on his side with her tiny arms. He wasn’t as fashionable as she was and he totally needed to spend some time in the HoloWood scene, but so far, he was an alright hutt.

“Haku doth mee peekasa, dai?”
What’s your name, handsome?

| [member="Goros the Hutt"] |

 

[Nyx]

As Ludia entered the White Palace, she couldn't help but have a self-satisfied smirk. Her maroon outfit and top hat contrasted with her stark white skin and hair, and her silver eyes glittered with amusement as she looked around. The albino Zeltron simply adored parties, and she had found that parties hosted by Hutts were some of the most exciting. As a fan of the exotic, she knew that was one thing she and Hutts had in common.

She strode into the palace, twirling a baton in her hand. The Ringmistress was confident that she was one of the most exotic specimens here, and didn't even bother checking that statement. Ludia sashayed to the table, and lifted a glass, sipping from it while still twirling her baton. Her two livers would keep her from getting intoxicated anytime soon, and her telepathy guaranteed that she had a read on the crowd. Her body was already producing pheromones to attract the people around her, and Ludia settled back.

Hopefully this night would turn out interesting.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Jaster felt like this would be the best time to introduce himself to the Hutts. He was of course a lowly company man with money and investments. Now he wished to invest in more profitable and protective means. The Hutt clan was a small blimp on the galactic radar, and yet they amassed a following in a very short time. Jaster needed supplys and allies of questionable means. Red Raven, they didn't like him so much, and the Trade Company's were out of his league. Next best thing was to work with people in his league and spoke his language, the Hutt clan was just that.

Jaster and his two guards approached the leader of the Hutt Clan, Sempra. He was a larger then life Hutt, but that's all Jaster was expecting. It had been years since he spoke to a Hutt, but they had what Jaster needed, Slaves and Protection from their presence in the area.

"Greeting, I am Jaster Awuad, we had a meeting set for today, and I don't specifically like being kept waiting." Jaster knew the risks of such a statement to a man in his own home. Yet Jaster just didn't care, speaking honestly was one of Jaster strong points.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Lysle into the eyes of the woman, watching her with feigned interest. She spoke, “Like all he’s a guest of our host, I can’t tell you his motives only that we all want the same thing, credits.” She laned softly on the wall, “Perhaps if we were too… consult together,” The slightest curve of her lekku indicated curiosity, “I might find out? Always helpful to find someone to take care of our details, no?"

Now that took his interest, and he mentally sized her up. "They're call infochants," he remarked, "But you get me information on him and I'll give you fifty-five-grand on the spot." Lysle had the luxury to waste credits, and with the constant influx of profit and tax from Neos City, he was drowning in wealth. The thought of it was exhilarating and made his heart beat ever faster, but he was too focused on the now to think of the credits he was rolling in.

"Double that if you find what his motives are," he gave her one more lingering look, a lustful one, "It shouldn't be too hard for a lady like you." Like that, he diverted his attention. Someone was approaching Sempra and demanding his attention, and Lysle wanted to see what the fuss was about. He knew as of right now, Sempra was rather.. busy.

He heard Jaster speak to Sempra, who's attention was otherwise occupied, "Greetings, I am Jaster Awuad, we had a meeting set for today, and I don't specifically like being kept waiting." Lysle approached him from behind, and slapped a hand on the mans shoulder, clenched it once and released, "Welcome, now cut the attitude." He almost hissed the words from between clenched teeth, but his lips were smiling. He had spoken those words in a harsh whisper to Jaster's ears.

He pulled away from his close proximity to the man and spoke in a normal tone. "My friend is currently busy with more important matters. Just because some secretary organized a meeting does not mean such an arrangement will be fulfilled. We're busy men and women here." He offered a hand to the man, "I'm Mr. Rigger, friend, confidant and financier of the Hutt Cartel." He smirked. "What can I help you with?"

| [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] | [Sempra is on LOA.]
| [member="Tadietti Tann"] |

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

A damn lack, guess such matters were of delicate matters anyways when speaking to a crime lord in ground of his people. Jaster had what the payment the Hutt asked for, all for continues supply of slaves. Since Jaster was a quartermaster of a wealthy guild, he knew that a financier could speak his language.

"Attitude will be the least of my annoyances now," Jaster waved his guards away, "fine fine, a lieutenant will suffice for our transaction I suppose," Jaster pulled out a datapad and transferred the final amount to the open account for final transaction. "150 million credits along with transmission codes and shipment manafest, as agreed, in exchange my company receives slaves and protection from your raids."

This was a really bad place to be found in, Jaster was the CEO of a Medical and Biotechnology Company called Umbrella Interest Comlany. Jaster finance was private but reliable, even trading rights were secured with all nations. Medicine was a lucrative bussness as everyone needed it with the dumb battles going on. Jaster was risking it all if he was to be caught here, with the Hutts and their, less then legal friends.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Rude, Lysle thought. The man had not taken his offered hand, and so Lysle dropped it by his side. "Attitude will be the least of my annoyances now," Jaster waved his guards away, "Fine fine, a lieutenant will suffice for our transaction I suppose." Lysle almost opened his mouth, but bit his tongue. He was not a lieutenant of the Hutt Cartel, nor did he serve them. He was his own man, and it would stay thus. But he would help the Hutt Cartel perform business as an associate.

Jaster pulled out a datapad and transferred the final amount to the open account for final transaction. "150 million credits along with transmission codes and shipment manafest, as agreed, in exchange my company receives slaves and protection from your raids." Lysle had select access to a handful of the Hutt Cartel's accounts, as he was providing financial aid when needed. Lysle twisted his wrist and yanked his sleeve down, a wrist-mounted datapad the size of his palm sat comfortably.

He tapped away silently until he found the right account, and the correct amount of credits. Lysle spoke, "We've received the credits, but I must ask you for reasons of confirtmation. From which account this is coming from, and which company in question you're requesting protection." Once more he had to bite his tongue. They weren't his raids, they were the Hutts. He activated his datapad to begin audio recording to provide proof of the transaction later.


[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

This was getting quite long, though now he guessed it would have to be done. He figured they needed reasons to cover their butts when things went knocking.

"The funds have been transferred through sixteen separate company and private refugee slush funds, paper trail leads to tents on all of the camps," Jaster pull out a company card, his name, CEO of Umbrella Interest Company, Geneticist, "As for the company, the Umbrella Interest Company, Medical and Biotech."

Jaster looked over to one of his men, they were looking around the area.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

That was all he needed. "Feel free to dismiss yourself at your pleasure," Lysle cooly spoke. He tapped his datapad and the recording halted, then saved. He turned and walked away, and pinged a representative of the Hutt that the transaction had been complete under his supervision. While he retreated back into the corner of the party he had formerly been occupying, he began to pull up basic public information on the company Jaster had mentioned. Perhaps Lysle would keep his own file of the audio for future purposes. Nonetheless, he sent a copy to the representative as proof.


[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]