Celebration at the white palace

[Airal Thamne]

Airal took advantage of the fact that there was some sort of celebration going on. She tracked down the booth for a certain company where she found none other than [member="Sere Reene"]. She handed a data chip. It had a rather large order of 100 of each of 3 of her guns, and ammo for them. She wondered if there would be some sort of discount for having such a large order. While she didn't care for the Hutt's she did appreciate a fellow criminal syndicate that didn't bother hers. She waited for the woman to go over her order, sure that this would raise some brows considering the payment was coming from a Black Suns Account. Well an Affiliated account after all it was her money. But they did wonders in keeping it away from those that would take her ill gotten gains.

 

[Sere Reene]

[member="Airal Thamne"]

At a table surrounded by three of her employers Noghri, and with plenty of the cartel's own guns milling about, she was comfortable having a few prototypes for people to pick up and look at, but when this sized order came through most people would have fainted, it was their company's biggest order to date. Being a sluissi however, very little changed her calm demeanour, calmness to the point of infuriating others but making her very easy to deal with.

"For such a lucrative proposition, we can arrange perhaps'ssss" her tongue hissed, "a 15% discount and a gold buyer status? Let's call it this..." 5.4 million, just over 15%. Sere checked the funds when given the okay, and nodded to two rodians who pulled a side door, walking out three crates, carried by burly trandoshans on either side.

“Please check the merchandis’sssse at your leis’sssure, they will escort it to your ship,” holding her hands over the key ready to clear the credits, the top of the crates were unhooked, with more waiting to be taken to Arial’s ship. She wouldn’t have to carry them herself of course! Although Arial had almost cleared Sere out of guns to hand, she’d fetch some more over from the nearby warehouses easily enough.

Spoiler

Gold Buyer will offer some benefits to limited stock eventually but will take a while for me to dev the tech. I plan to have gold and platinum for regular buyers with large orders.

 

[Airal Thamne]

Airal smiled and took a look at one of each type, inspecting them, it was clear she knew her way around a gun. She tried not to bare her fangs to much being a togruta, often people were intimidated since it was rumored they were venomous. "Perfect, I love them, I hope to do future business with you." She said oking her to clear the credits and ready to guide men to her ship. She was so very glad to do business with someone like that, who was clearly professional and short about the purchase. She would lead the men to her ship and let them load them up. After all she hadn't really come here for anything else but these guns. The sooner they finished the sooner she could leave. After all, the shorter time with someone the less they had to remember you buy. It was going to be fun to offer these to all those troopers. they did love her guns.

[member="Sere Reene"]

 

[Goros the Hutt]

“Kava duo bu jonga Luu-yuna hutt chow vota solo?”
“How did the most beautiful hutt come here alone?” Flattering a hutts ego was always the way to win Goros's heart, no doubt about it, hutts loved it, and they returned it in kind. They were to each other often much more caring than people realised. Of course they would backstab and be ruthless to compete with each other all the time, but when it came to interaction hutts were often kind to other hutts much to the surprise of the galaxy at large.

“Goros,” he said with an elongated smile of his sizeable jawline.

“His honor Goros Undevith, Veii of clan Undevith,” a nearby zeltron flatterer announced almost on Cue. Hutts often liked their titles lauded, Goros didn’t seem particularly bothered when food was nearby, but keeping up appearances was important with other clans around.

"Wan Jee Bah malia ohscka?" His tone was if anything hopeful.
“Will you be staying long?”

Momma had made Goros pause eating with her patting, which brought a small gasp, and perhaps the sound of someone fainting behind them, but of course he eventually went back to eating, but retuned a small brush of her tiny hands, as much as one oversized hutt could.

[member="Momma the Hutt"]​

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

| [member="Airal Thamne"] |

The transaction had been complete, and Lysle was sure to keep the audio file for future purposes. There were other ways of squeezing money out of people, and having a legitimate company associated with a criminal syndicate is never good for reputation. CEO's paid a lot to keep many things quiet. As he retreated further into the party, his eyes were swiftly drawn to Airal. He had seen the woman before, back when the Black Suns still inspired fear, now they inspired pity.

She was walking out with a shipment to her ship, and Lysle left the safety of the palace to follow her. He approached, arms open as he declared aloud, "Oh how the mighty have fallen!" He allowed himself to laugh, a merry laughter that was full of delight. He shook his head and swiped a hand against his forehead. "How are the Suns? I remember a time when the Underlord thought my merry flock were nothing but a bunch of thugs, and look now, my Ravens are the top dogs in this galaxy."

"But things quickly change in this galaxy, and soon they'll be crushed, just like how I crushed you Suns, and the Hutt Cartel will rule, and I've chosen my side well." He tugged at his sleeves and leaned over and against the port of her ship. "But no bad blood between you and I, I do so pray. It's all just business, and I must ask; the Suns are out of power, and soon the Ravens, so where will you go? The Hutt Cartel could use your services, and furthermore, so could I."

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"I concur." he moved towards [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], and [member="Airal Thamne"]. There was a rhythm to how the cyborg admiral moved, first there was the sound of heavy foot fall something akin to a construction site, there was the pistons that moved ever so slightly setting off a chain reaction that finished with the pronged toes digging gouges out of the ground with their point's. "I've heard rumour, of the Black Suns fall, I use to look up to them when I was but a boy, I believe I did some work for them when I was but a womp rat on Tatooine." The ripples and deconstruction of his coat as it made sineway shapes and sharp movements in the fabric as the cyborg moved, there was a careful positioning to how he moved his hand a life that was given to that cold shell giving it an almost organic feel to how he moved.

"But here they are, the past supping with the future. I wonder are the Suns apart of the future, or destined to join the bone yards of the past." there was a smile that only touched his eye's, a look that would suggest amusement and merriment in the simplest of gestures. Arrogance, in that he knew was true for what is a candle to the vastness of space and he revealed in the dominance he tried to assert over the waning sun.

| [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] | [member="Airal Thamne"] |​

 

[Airal Thamne]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

"Perhaps you and I could work out a deal, surely you know my Black Dragonfly Association is one of the largest groups in the Suns, so what are you thinking/" She said cracking her neck and leaning against her ship while the men put the guns away. She nodded to them as they walked away, the crates easily placed in her cargo bay. She smiled glad her crew were already prepping the ship. "What do you have in mind about my services? " She wanted to know what this man thought he could offer her. After all she was still a loyal Black Sun. "The Suns are doing just fine, Not at our strongest sure but I rather be a sun than the lackey to one of those over-sized slugs. "

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

| [member="Airal Thamne"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] |

The arrival of Flannigan irked Lysle fiercely. He wanted to question the whatever-he-was, for Lysle did not know. Now was not the time nor place, and so Lysle kept his focus on the woman before him. "Perhaps you and I could work out a deal, surely you know my Black Dragonfly Association is one of the largest groups in the Suns, so what are you thinking?" Lysle raised his brows, and shot a glance towards Flannigan, his eyes drew back to Airal, "Some things should be reserved for privacy. I wouldn't be where I am if I organized all my deals for public ears." Flannigans interruption spark new conversation of the Suns, and Airal answered, "The Suns are doing just fine, Not at our strongest sure but I rather be a sun than the lackey to one of those over-sized slugs."

Lysle bit down on his smile, "Yes, well, our definitions of 'just fine' are remarkably different. An empire that touched every planet in this galaxy, a dynasty that lasted for over a thousand years. Yet... they have lost all their planets, their grip has become fragile, and well, I like to keep my ear to the ground and I've been hearing nothing but crickets, except for a few oddballs." He pointed at her, "Namely yourself." He pushed himself off from the ship, "Don't talk ill of slugs when they've stepped up to the stage that I pulled the Suns down from." He looked to Flannigan, and he may as well ask him now or never, and in the heat of the discussions, he spoke, "I saw you with Chiasa, what's a rust bucket like you doing here?"

 

[Momma the Hutt]

“Conga banag bai cika uen nyowkee. An tee, ua yoieu nyowkee biweoo bai manpanh hee luto dotkola hee peee kae.”
Momma wanted to push her luck. And well, she got lucky enough to meet such a fine creature such as yourself.

She giggled before speaking, it was a low hefty giggle considered attractive towards persons of their species. She winked, playfully pushing his squishy shoulder. Gosh! He was a fellow who knew how to schmooze. Where were the other hutts like him? His momma probably taught him well. Momma loved being flattered, and well, Goros knew just how to push all the right buttons.

“Mah camai naa mi Momma. Um uba caiot naa mi kaa uba banag.”
My people call me Momma. But you can call me anything you want.

It was difficult for her to wink, but she managed to anyways. Why, with big shots like this, you had to learn how to play all your cards right. She had to allow him to chase her just enough, but she had to reward him with her presence as well. And well, with all the food coming towards them she was the happiest girl here. Courtship was great!

“Piukiha Momma’s waena sea henaa sey hee.”
Till Momma’s fairy god mother says so.

The giggle came again. And she continued to eat with him. Why, this was all going to her belly and she knew it. Momma was regretful with all the food she was chowing down. All the hutt sit-ups she was going to have to do, and Momma couldn’t even really sit up!

| [member="Goros the Hutt"] |

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

There was something to this 'rust-bucket', those tightly wound springs that made up the pointed digits tightened, there was a movement to those eye's a calculated look as it narrow and sharpened. "This rust bucket holds favour in the Hutt court, a significant amount in fact." There was an ark to how his pointed digits moved in a full oval and straightened pointing the cruel edge towards [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], throat. Of course it was at a distance but the message was clear.

"I am Flannigan Mcnash, leader of the Jackals. And owner of Kalandra, it holds a fair few Cartel operations." he dropped his hand to his side, there was a rotation to the head as he shook it from side to side with an almost surreal look and feel that no purely organic could accomplish. "I lead the pirate efforts of the cartel, and I hold the most ships out of all his supporters."

| [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] |​

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Watching and waiting, “gentlemen and ladies.” Tadietti’s soft veiled form was as usual surrounded by her employers muscle, nothing seen of her face the small twi’lek stood a small distance away, the trandoshans, weequay’s and noghris with her all strapped up with FFE’s up and coming weaponry or that in mass production, like some of the rest of the guards here. The hutts were growing in strength day by day, with a roar FFE's frigate made a pass overhead to deliver more cargo built by the hutts own shipyard and traded from [member="Xander Black"] for FFE's guns.

“Credits, no? Don’t we all want the same thing, names we all have our sides, our names, our businesses,” the masked form of lady blue spoke, softly resting her hands by her waistline, framed by the much larger reptiles around her.

She swept her dress to the side, just her lips visible as she softly spoke, “but here we are, doing business, one day we might do more, no?” If everyone didn’t shoot each other, she poked one of her own trandoshans in his sizable arm, lekku slightly shifting, always fragile things deals between criminals but profitable she found in her line of work.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] | [member="Airal Thamne"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]​

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Lysle stared down the cyborg, and the cyborg spoke, "This rust bucket holds favour in the Hutt court, a significant amount in fact." A raised talon pointed to Lysle's throat. "I am Flannigan Mcnash, leader of the Jackals. And owner of Kalandra, it holds a fair few Cartel operations." The hand dropped, "I lead the pirate efforts of the cartel, and I hold the most ships out of all his supporters."

The former-smuggler crossed his arms, "I don't think you understand my question, so put your cack back into your pants and stop waving it about." For all of the reputation waving, it took a certain amount of restraint to fend off Lyse's own ego. Lysle could boast and claim this and that, but at the end of the day, he was just another human in a galaxy too big for any of them.

"I meant, why are you doing business with the Ravens and the Hutts. You don't seem awfully loyal in that aspect. Or has Chiasa run you off with her atrocious leadership, too? That woman has driven a stake through my empire. Her inability to see the larger picture, and to keep loyal." It didn't take a genius to know that Lysle had suddenly become infuriated at the very thought of Chiasa. "I should have killed her when I had the chance." His brows furrowed, and his steeled gaze remained ever focused on Flannigan, "Who's side are you loyal too? Or are you just gunning it."

“Gentlemen and ladies. Credits, no? Don’t we all want the same thing, names we all have our sides, our names, our businesses, but here we are, doing business, one day we might do more, no?” Lysle almost retorted, but he held onto his tongue. His hands clenched in his folded arms, and his teeth ground together.

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

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

There was a mechanical groan as the mechanised monster straightened to his full height, his eye's eye's dropping to [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], the chest plates ruptured the plates slid across each other in a loud metallic 'thunk'. "I do business with everyone, I just happen to owe Chisa a favour or two. And I count myself among her friend's but the ravens I owe no such thing to." he leaned over towards [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], his leg's splayed apart to account for his weight as his head levelled with his. "But even I can feel the solar winds change, and it changes in the Hutts favour. And I'll ride this wave through."

With a wave of his arm he sent his coat rippling with movement, the multi-coloured patches catching and refracting the light in a display of showmanship, the cyborg was a swagger cock, every movement every gesture and machinations drew upon the eye's he enjoyed the attention he relished it. "But I don't expect you to trust a pirate's word."

| [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] |​

 

[Airal Thamne]

"Its great seeing you all but unless you want guns, I think I will leave, reach out about that business sometime. " She said as the door closed behind her and the engines starting preparing to fire. Her Turhaya Freighter preparing to launch into the sky. She really had no reason to stay and chat with a bunch of ravens and hutts. She was here fore guns and now that it was done. She was leaving. The ship would proceed to take off with or without those leaning on it or not. Arial just wanted off the planet.

The loudspeaker on the outside of the ship sounded. "See ya, have fun serving your over grown slugs. " With that the ship finally launched into space taking both her and her guns far away from the strange confrontation of criminals that seemed to have spawned outside her ship. She had to admit she hadn't seen her coming her causing that much of a ruckus.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Tadietti Tann"]

 

[Krayn]

Maanis had remained to himself thus far.
His journeys had lead him into Mandalorian Space and into their service, which while allowing him insight into their ways didn’t pay nearly as well as the Hutts. A fact that had led him back here, the very palace he had aided in acquiring for Sempa.

“Would you like a refreshment?” A female Zabrak by the looks of her approached him carrying a tray of glassware, she was fetching in appearance and seemed to leave more looks of want than sated thirst in her wake. “On the house.”
Maanis reached for one of the glasses and watched as a ship lifted off nearby to where he was located outside of the main palace. “With the Hutts it’s never on the house.”
His eyes concentrated on the ship leaving especially when the loudspeaker sounded, Hutts loved their honour and Maanis may have to hunt that ship across the galaxy if requested.

He turned and moved back inside the entrance parlour, his glass still within his hand. Parties were not his thing, especially as he didn’t get paid for them.

 

[Goros the Hutt]

“Gohogohogo” Goros’s belly rumbling laugh deeper than most as well, clearly feeling thoroughly flattered and loving it, his small arms expressive as he spoke. “Kavaa Goros Kudree Chuba Che Kyotopa Bolla Bunku” Can Goros call you for a visit to his chateau? Although it wasn’t as magnificent as the white palace, Goros had a place to keep up appearances, rarely going himself as he was far more reclusive, even his home served as a ruse for anyone wanting to find out much about him, but bringing home an honored guest was a rare treat.

With a shaking of his tail, his servants knew to bring out desert which was every fruit, pudding and exotic rimworld treat known to man, another table was lined up by the first in case Momma was inclined, Goros even let her start, which was completely unheard of and had one of his serving girls not knowing what to do, she was walking one way with the huttsized plate over her shoulder, then back over to Momma confused.

“Hoohan Cheekta Chuba Panwa foo”
"Then she will eat with us!" Goros grinned from ear to ear about the fairy godmother, he was enjoying their banter immensely, Momma was a lot of fun, and a looker. One of his servants raised a hutt-sized goblet up to present a toast for them both to drink, to curry Goros's favor which he approved of!

“Tu Chuba Tu Miki Hutt Kuuse Gusha Oto Meen Chuba"
“To you, and to every hutt being as lucky as I was to meet you.”

The oversized goblet was then, with the aid of two slaves, presented for her to drink from, and then him if she so wished.

[member="Momma the Hutt"]​

 

[Amanda Lori Ann]

She had said she would wait, but in reality Amanda was not a patient person. There were a huge variety of things that were happening, including a drinking showdown, some not-so-discreet make outs, what appeared to be two hutts flirting, and a number of hushed conversations that Amanda recognized as criminal affairs coming to life. It seemed anybody who was interested in doing something shady had agreed to meet with their conspirators beforehand. She wasn’t going to find anything worthwhile at this rate, although that didn’t mean she couldn’t make a small credit or two.

Looking around, she found what appeared to be a ghost come to life. The being gave off a distinctly wild aura that was similar to the ambiance a Zeltron gave, although pretty much anybody who was addicted on parties and alcohol gave off the very same atmosphere. Whatever. She knew that anybody who dressed that lavishly had taken a few narcotics before. Plus, if she were at a hutt’s party then she was definitely planning on getting messed up.

Amanda walked over to the pale girl. She was definitely a sight, and Amanda braced herself for the conversation that would ensue. If her assumptions on the girl were right, then she would probably be a loud talker.

“Hey there, you up for some giggledust?” She asked, tapping the girl’s shoulder. She held up a small jar with grains of mind-altering brown sand, shaking it while giving off a small smile.

[member="Ringmistress Ludia"]​

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

At the third day of the celebration a horn was sounded thrice and all over the palace the music stopped and the entertainers withdraw somewhat from the guests.

In the main hall Sempra the hutt had climbed the center throne and with a flick of his wrist gamorean slaves squeeled as they pulled heavy chains attached to the roof machinery, lifting Sempras throne, overshadowing the rest of the room.

He lifted his arms in a generous gesture, encouraging bowing, applauding and other gestures of submission.
In the hallways, and even outside of the palace gate, holoprojections of Sempras enlarged head came to life allowing (or forcing) those spread out through the vast palace to both hear and see their host.

As he adressed the palace various interpreters made sure his words were understood.

"Honored guests and allies of the hutts! For three days we have celebrated!" Sempra nodded at the sporadic cheering.

"You who have been wise enough to attend the summon of the white palace shalth know in your hearts that even though our celebration soon has come to an end.... this was the mark of a new beginning of something far greater!" the hutt rustled.

"I Sempra Besadii Dhakun now declare the official rebirth of the Hutt Cartel and in time We Will claim all of its ancestral rights." he announced with a booming voice. His reptilian eyes sweeping across the grand room allowing a short pause to let the message sink in.

"Those who believe they can oppose the might of a race of metusaleh is gravely mistaken and will be reminded of their hubris in due time! Those who believe they can rule what is rightfully ours will in see their failed and most vain effort crumble before the iron fist of the Hutts!" at this a great gong sounded, empowering Sempras statement.

"But those loyal and true to our organisation is bound to see both personal wealth and power grow.[/i"

"Our tentacles are already spreading and with them our influence. Our vast network is growing and for this further expansion is necessary"

"For this I hereby present the honorable first Major Domo of the new Hutt Cartel." with that he waved forth [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and [member="Xander Black"] before the throne.

"I am not pretending there is not work to be done to reestablish the power that is rightfully ours. We of the Cartel must therefore again look to the stars. I therefore order the Cartel to start the construction of the new Hutt Fleet!"

"Major Domo Black is charged with rebuilding our glorious fleet, and, Major Domo Mcnash will be overseeing its operations as our first Admiral." the hutt raised his hands again encouraging cheering.

"As such, we the Hutts expect their word to be heeded by our allies, for their service carry our trust."

Sempra turned his head toward the two Major Domos and with a dignified nod he meant for them to withdraw. He then raised his voice again.

"Let it be known that all who opposes the affairs of the hutts will be marked, and above all - REMEMBERED. Vengeance upon those who ignored the Hutts is innevitable." Sempras face turned malicious.

"Our wrath and hatred is eternal!" Sempra pulled at the chain he had laying beneath his belly. A pale and tortured body of a female Weequay came into sight. Her body filled with dripping infested wounds. Two empty eyesockets, and large pieces of meat missing from her ones string and beutiful body told about the horrible and gruesome fate the Weequay Queen had suffered in Sempras captivity.

"Behold what is coming to all who dares to thread from the path of the righteous Hutts!" Sempra roared and slammed his fist at a hidden button on the throne.

A loud rumble was followed by ancient machinery opening up the western wall, displaying the arena of the white palace. There a scream, mixed with a gamoreans fury and something worse, a monster not from this world raised fear in the sensible and bloodlust in the wicked.

A beast, a gamorean of immense size kept slamming two oversized hammers of his fists against the arena walls, causing cracks and dust appear all over. Its eyes and swelling muscles looking unnatural. And its behaviour aggressive even for a gamorean. The creature turned its foul head upward and roared at the crowd as the hutt thrones were dragged and the other guests walked to the edge of the balcony.

"You unrightfully claimed a property of the Hutts! As such your existance is forefeit! Throw her to the beast!" Sempra ordered and four weequay warriors, once her protectors, pulled and dragged the terrified former queen to the edge of the pit.

"As traitor to the Hutts, I sentence you to death!"

And with those words the queen was thrown into the pit - in terrifying screams and pleads the beast tore her to pieces ending her life within a few gruesome minutes. Her remains scattered across the pit leaving the beast to search for new prey.

However, it was denied to satisfy its blood thirst as Nikto keepers entered the pit with electrical spears to subdue the monster and cage it until next time, wether they succeeded or not was not displayed as Sempra had the wall-section close again and the thrones dragged back into the main room again.

"Now!" Sempra bellowed. " ... return to the feast - until dawn the palace offer you whatever you crave. Gorge in your delights, strike your deals and dream of our joint glorious future!" Following those words the music restarted and the entertainers resumed their teasing dances as slaves appeared from the kitchen area bringing in even more food, spice and drinks to the waiting guests.

Sempra himself slitheted down the lowered throne and with a chalice in his left hand he mingled a short while, making sure to have noticed all he expected to be here before his pale translator slave announced that Sempra would retreat toward his personal chambers where he would see those who had asked for an audiance in a less public fashion.

The festivities, however, allowed all to linger throughout the night.


[member="Airal Thamne"]
[member="Maanis Vizla"]
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Nyx"]
[member="Sere Reene"]
[member="Momma the Hutt"]
[member="Amanda Lori Ann"]
[member="Tadietti Tann"]
[member="Goros the Hutt"]
@Norjung Ordo
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Pavor Clauditis"]
[member="Break"]
[member="HK-42"]
[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
@Norjung Ordo
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Paislee Armandé"]
[member="Xander Black"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Wait, what? He was building a fleet, he'd stole a damn slave ship and for what? He wasn't gonna even be the admiral? That was a little harsh, just a little. He shook his head lightly, heading over the alcohol. He'd been craving a decent drink since he'd returned from his little slave ship operation and gatecrashed the party about half way in.

He had instructed the slave ship back to Half Angel, so he could kit it out slightly before giving it to the slimeball. Chuckling lightly, he grabbed a beer and headed back to his shuttle. He had a fleet to build after all.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

He gave a gracious bow of his upper abdomen, the movement creating rifts and fold's in his coat as he moved to accept [member="Sempra the Hutt"] praise, he moved to face the crowd giving them a gloating look, that one might think a child would wear upon being gifted a treat by his favorite teacher. "I thank you Sempra." he said taking his place to his side.