Fun in the Suns (Rayl Wilded, Black Suns and Gordorsa's crews)

[Gordosa]

It had been a little while since he had been back to Hutt space but it was good to be back under the circumstances.

A set of large Orange eyes scanned the Star Port of Nal Hutta and soon he would be meeting with the well know Rayl Wilded about reclaiming his Clans territories in exchange for a contract with the famous Black Sun Syndicate.

Ugbolt the Gamorrean trailed behind carrying 5 cases of various Items Gordosa had decided he just wanted the dapper pig faced goon to carry.

"Dis heavy." Ugbolt proclaimed.

"Good." Gordosa said as his Majordomo raced to walk beside Gordosa with the bronze protocol droid trailed behind.

"This better be profitable or I am cutting dental." Gordosa said to the Majordomo.

"Yes Master Gordosa." The Devorian replied.

[member="Rayl Wilded"]

 

[Michael Steelfang]

Michael moved through the corridors with a predator's grace his carde of battle droids (10 Z-4 Heavy Infantry Automatons, 10 Bulwark battle droids and 2 HBD 300 mk3s) in tow he meeting up with his boss [member="Gordosa"] "Move it boys we need to meet up with the boss before the Black Suns get here we need this to go down smoothly" one of his droids rasped " Yes master " Michael managed to catch up with the big boss "Hey [member="Gordosa"] you ready to get this deal done boss"

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Gordosa"] [member="Michael Steelfang"]

Rayl lounged about in a comfortable chair. Spaceports weren't known for comfort but the executive lounges on Hal Hutta were superb. They'd always been this way, well, not exactly. They remolded every now and again. But the Hutts knew class back in the day and the traditions hadn't passed away with the Suns ruling much of Hutt Space. Rayl looked at a fancy wall clock. Gordosa was a bit late, but this dashing man wasn't one to sweat the small stuff. "Simpkins. Might I request another brandy my good man"? The servant butler fellow went to fetch his drink. "Ahh, diplomacy sure is relaxing when one isn't doing it. Or pointing a gun in someones face". Both truths, no work is just fun. All so long as ones not bored. Rayl settles further into his chair, that Hutt would show up sooner or latter. He'll just use his natural abilities in greed to find the fanciest place here.

 

[Gordosa]

[member="Rayl Wilded"]

Gordosa and his entourage didn't take long to find the finest establishment in the star port to visit. He couldn't see why he would be greeted at anything less. He entered and his crew spread out to take positions like good minions. Gordosa himself looked about for his contact the Mister [member="Rayl Wilded"].

"Looking for Mr. Wilded." Gordosa said to the hostess.

"You're a new Hutt!" the rather unintelligent sounding girl said.

"No I'm a really old Jawa." Gordosa said dryly.

"Wow no wonder you guys wear hoods." the girl responded.

Gordosa blinked. "Mr. Wilded?" Gordosa said not willing to continue speaking to the simpleton.

"Oh over there in the VIP booth." she responded.

"Most pleasing." Gordosa said as he slid over while his Devorian majordomo stood behind and to the right. "Mister Wilded I presume?"

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Gordosa"] [member="Michael Steelfang"]

Rayl saw the Hutt a mile away. Its hard not to really. He straightened his back to a more business like position. Since thats what they were here to do he best look like he was serious. Gordosa slithered over to his booth after talking with a hostess, not the brightest girl but a good heart and usually means well. "You would presume correct Mr. Gordosa". Simpkins came back with his brandy, a nice grand glass containing its pungent liquid. "Thank you Simpkins. Mr. Gordosa, ask of anything to drink and it shall be fetched". Rayl wanted to play the good host himself, and not throw insults at Hutts like he usually did with Popo or Rasho. Both titled, The Hutt respectively. "And may I say I'm quite looking forward to having a working relationship with the Cartel again. I just hope it will be more permanent and you won't be running off to run the Republic".