Faction Growth of the Republic

[Broka the Hutt]

Location: Hutt Assembly Building on Nar-Shaddaa
Tags: Queen Popara Gortta Desilijic Tiure Kossak the Hutt Valturla The Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor

Today was a good day for the Hutt Republic. Two more Hutts have come up from the crevasses of Nar-Shaddaa. Kossak and Valturla have noticed the changes of power happening, and decided to join Broka and his colleagues. Not only that, but the corporate sector has taken an interest in the new haven for commerce the Hutt Republic is on the galactic scale. Then, there was a new law to possibly be voted on based on current times, and the ideas from the mind of Queen Popara. The idea of Thralls. As Hutts always do with galactic policies, they find a loophole to do whatever they want while not defying any laws imposed on them by others. Then, this will be the first session within the recently constructed Hutt Assembly Building on Nar-Shaddaa.

The Assembly Room was filled with all the admitted families, as well as booths prepped for the new admitted members. Broka's booth was higher than the others as he was in the Supreme Mogul's booth. From there he addressed all in the chamber.
"<Glorious Hutts! We have now risen back to power over our home-world with great potential to become stronger than we were under the Cartel's system. Today we now welcome two new members to our organization to bring our species back to the galactic limelight! Welcome Kossak and Valturla to the Hutt Republic. We are gracious to have you join the future of the Hutts. May business prosper between us!>"
He then paused for a couple seconds for effect.
"<Today marks a historic occasion for our species return to prominence! This will be the first true session of the Hutt Assembly. Before we continue more, there is a policy I think would improve our labor situation following the outlawing of slavery by the Concord. This new policy will allow us to continue such cheap labor without breaking any policies that keep the Jedi for biding time for us to build up our resources. Before we vote, the idea was thought of by Queen Popara, so if you would like to explain the proposed Thrall System, the floor is given to the Anjiliac Clan.

Broka then sat back down in his booth, as he waited for the Anjiliac to speak.

 

[Queen Popara]

T A G S | Open, talk to me.
T H E M E | Broka the Hutt , Gortta Desilijic Tiure Kossak the Hutt
Valturla The Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor ​

“Stop it!”, Popara roared at the male lethan twi’lek on her side. Nico kept rubbing a tissue to clean the heavy drool that sometimes used to slip through the left corner of her mouth, making Popara a little more presentable to the other members of the Hutt Assembly, the fancy weird pompous front kept by Broka of the Nem’ro as a proper government during the Silver Jedi occupation to their star system and other nearby planets. This was just another fancy name for a New Cartel in her opinion, although she would swear it that the Cartel was properly buried under the new authority, which was good for business, Cartel had too much bad blood between them.​

Sliding out of her power chair, Popara slammed her tail harshly on the stone bricks beneath her, echoing a blunt sound on the floor. At her side, Nico Tarkona leaned his head, shivering both of his brains, delivering his mistress a gigantic silver cup, filled with freezing cold water, that she eagerly grabbed with those chubby fingers of hers, bringing it to her giant mouth, swallowing the entirety of its content inside her wormly bottomless pit of a stomach.​

“Humbug!”, the enormous hermaphrodite tossed the cup back at her majordomo before dragging her body through the harsh floor, closing both of her eyes on the incoming lights of the main lodge given by the Mogul for her to speak, as if a shady room deep beneath the old Hutt palace was not good enough as a capital for their affairs instead of this monstrosity she found herself in. Many, many, many things in this galaxy could boost themselves of being targetted as triggering issues for the Queen, she despised wookies, had at least four of them stuffed as carpets, Popara also disliked comlinks because they gave her no one to actual threat instead of her voice, but despite all of that, nothing had more hatred in her heart than public speaking.​

Thundering her desires at court were one thing, but speaking to other beings with ‘respect’, was something else entirely. Luckily, she had already drunk something to cool her stomach down a notch, and as she approached and took her place, the old slug’s voice came booming loudly, clean and extremely deep, as the roots of an old tree.​

“Fellow Slugs, our businesses are suffering. These anti-slave programs of the major factions are killing our profit, we must find a way around it and to that matter, the reason why I'm here! There still remains a practice yet legal on the eyes of every government in this galaxy.”, a lie, the Sith Empire had already issued something that legally forbids any sort of derivatives of slavery for taking place. “The Thralling System. Where the chained ones are brought and cloaked, fed, and other things to keep them in debt, and to pay for that debt to us, we sell their services for a certain amount of time to whomever we like. A Thrall is to be kept fed, dressed, and treated properly by our buyers until their debts are paid off, at least publicly.”, the old female took a moment for a small and deep laugh at this silly joke, before her face storming back to the fray. “However, the continuous feeding, the dressing will increase their debts and increase the vig we can tax on them to pay us in that debt, meaning we shall be able to keep them working, freely, until we can evaporate them for being filth.”​

 

[Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor]

"Hey boss, we've arrived."

Elkin chewed on his sweet cigar going over the latest quarterly reports for New n Tasty one of the many businesses that he owned and among the most profitable. The business is enduring some hard times ever since the near extinction of the Meechgrubs. Meehie Cakes were easily the most popular amongst the food that was created in the industry and now the the damned race has been drying up to the point where there not much left. Elkin's investors were scared because profits were grim. Soon the annual board meeting will begin and Elkin will be faced with questions about failing profits his race doesn't tolerate failure when it comes to business it was an easy way for him to drop down in social status.

"There has to be another way," Elkin muttered as he turned to his head of security a Moeg named: Ed. "Alright," he said pressing the button with his grey lips. "Set us down."

Ed nodded his lip tentacles briefly brushing against Elkin's expensive black zoot suit and took out his radio that was attached to his metal pants. "Alright men!" he said. "Land first and set up a perimeter!"

Elkin was at Nar Shaddaa trying to land a deal with of all species, the Hutts. His kind wasn't exactly fond of them and vice versa but like his father told Elkin sometimes in order to make a credit you must work with people you hate and Elkin is known amongst his species as "The Big Cheese" every company he starts profits begin to flow like oceans in Kamino. Elkin is considered the most promising business man in the Galaxy and practically controls a chunk of the Confederacies food. "I will find a way," Elkin said blowing smoke on the window of his personal starship.

10 armored Moegs stood in front of Elkin's starship as the ship's door opened revealing Ed and Elkin exiting. "Time to right the ship," Elkin muttered. "Where are these Hutts?"

 

[Gortta Desilijic Tiure]

Gortta sat in his chair listening to the other two Hutts speak. He was certainly glad to see more Hutts flocking to the cause. It was long past time for the Hutt's to reclaim their rightful place in the galaxy. A force to be reckoned with and one that even the most bloodthirsty Sith wouldn't dare to cross unless absolutely necessary. Valturla and Kossak are names that Gortta had heard at least in passing before but never had the pleasure of meeting the two until now.

Listening to Popara to speak, Gortta was reminded of his youth. Growing up with slaves around him was a normal thing. When he was very little Gortta had a young slave that was responsible for taking care of him. The two actually formed an unlikely friendship as they grew up together. However, they were separated when Gortta's father ended up selling the boy. Later in life Gortta had attempted to track down his old friend only to learn the boy had grown old and passed away. Never knowing life as a free man, Gortta's old friend died as a slave working for a shipbuilder in the outer rim. The bond that Gortta and the boy shared influenced Gortta more than he would ever care to admit publicly. He was never fond of the slave trade and never saw it as anything more than a way to turn a profit.

If there was a solution to the money being lost in the absence of a slave trade without having to restart the practice entirely, Gortta was on board. The alternative that Popara was proposing sounded rather cruel but what choice did they have? At the end of the day there would always be two groups; those who rule and those who are ruled. Gortta felt that it was his birthright as a Hutt to be among those who rule. Those who are ruled should be grateful to be given a purpose in life.

"I second the idea suggested by Popoara. Something has to be done, we cannot continue to burn through money like this." Gortta said in a rather booming voice.

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Tags: Queen Popara Broka the Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor Kossak the Hutt Valturla The Hutt

 

[Queen Popara]

O B J E C T I V E | Making a Living.
T A G S | Gortta Desilijic Tiure , Broka the Hutt , Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor
T H E M E | Here.​

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“<Burning money all right, Gortta. Truth is the Jedi are killing our current businesses, the damn frontiers around us are all flashing at war, Imperials are driving people away to the Wild Space, and the Bryn are making them run to our space, poor and broken, meanwhile the Sith wanna buy buck loads of metals. ALL metals.”, the Queen started to snarl as she spoke, Popara could feel the fat on her chin shaking as she spoke. “I don’t know why they are chasing so much metal, but I have my suspicions... You two are young, or at least younger than me and don’t remember before the Dark Years, but I do, and I remember when Palpatine proclaimed the end of the Old Republic, but more importantly than that I remember the Death Star.>”​

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“<I believe not only the Sith, but also others are currently in the process of manufacturing weapons of mass destruction, capable of destroying entire planets. My girls would have unveiled more of this… but the thing is tough. Tougher than they ever were, yet, not all is lost, no. For I bring other news...>”, her tongue went outside her mouth, bathing her lips on drool before speaking in a low-tone of voice, as if this was the galaxy’s greatest secret.​

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“<The Silver Jedi don’t know of our thralling system, as they don’t know that the Anjiliac got themselves the clearance codes through our shell companies to run cargo into parts of space. The Anjiliac have started to move on the Galactic Alliance’s planets, Coruscant’s Underworld is now mine, and we have the codes to move to CIS, NIO, and the former Outer Alliance dumps. Take what the Zweider left behind, but Popara is in need of funding, so here is my motion: that all operations to the Core Worlds are passed through me, and when we wanna move beyond that, we move them into Broka’s ships so he can move our stuff in the Unknown Planets. Now Gortta, we need you right there, on our Glorious Jewel running things in our absence. Gods know we can’t trust those slugs on the council, not entirely, they are too greedy and greasy. With that, we can start the expansion and begin moving our operations to Tatooine, Balmorra, Corellia, Kuat, and Empress Teta, and who knows? Even beyond that.>”​

 

[Valturla The Hutt]

Valturla listened and he listened intently. He would need to hear the words not spoken as much as the words that were. The Lordas here were those who had for far too long sat above him and his operations. A glance at Broka told him that was still clearly the case, he, Valturla still had far to rise but a place on the assembled Hutt council was a good start.

There was business to be made here and Valturla would make sure to get in on it. His current ventures were small but his aspirations were as large as he was. Soon, nightclubs, casinos, street level spice operations and working girls would be a thing of the past and He Valturla of clan Nirkilic would head operations that spanned from the core to the unknown regions.

The Anjiliac Queen Popara held the floor and proposed changing the wording of their slave system. Valturla agreed that slaves were as necessary as blood for them to survive but he was not currently a member of this council and would not speak even to show support, it would do him better to sit and observe.

It took a large amount of effort of Valturla to hold his enormous tongue as The Popara began speaking of funneling all operations through her efforts as a way to help bolster her claim to the coreworlds. No mention made of where HE would profit. Of course there was not. They still thought too little of him. That would have to change.


Tags: Queen Popara Broka the Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor Kossak the Hutt Gortta Desilijic Tiure

 

[Kossak the Hutt]

It was the destiny of the Hutt to rule. Cartels might come and go, feuds and civil war spark up before dying down, but the Hutts were eternal. In this iteration, it was time for the Hutt Republic to have its day in the sun. Kossak had observed its rise with keen interest. It may portray itself as this or that, but did it have staying power? Kossak now believed that to be the case. The shrewd maneuvering of Broka the Hutt had impressed him, sufficiently so that finally he had decided to throw his support in with him.

Kossak had kept to his own devices, building himself up. He had established his powerbase from Balosar in the Core, to Nar Shaddaa and Nal Hutta in Hutt space. As was the nature of the Hutts, naturally, he was insatiable and greedy for more. He believed working together would benefit them all, and provide them security in unity. Together they might grow strong and cast their shadow over the galaxy. There were two kinds of planets as far as Kossak was concerned: those dominated by the Hutts and those that were about to be.

The slug with a green skin tone shuffled on top of a hoversled, functioning as an elevated stage upon which one large hunk of slime and fat rested. He listened to the various Hutts address the assembly, while he snacked on a Klatooine paddy frog, toying with the poor creature in his mouth before swallowing it whole. Much was said, though he felt little need to add much. However on the topic of thralls he would not remain silent.

When there was a suitable pause, he took their attention with a booming voice. “Fellow Hutts of the Hutt Republic. Friends. I am Kossak the Hutt, and I thank you for your welcome.” Naturally, he spoke in Huttese. “The Hestilic clan will support this Thrall System.” Unequivocally. Kossak had never had a problem using slaves. In fact it was a trade he had profited well from in the past. Officially he had stopped those operations after the Hutt’s inclusion into the Concord, but in reality he had only shifted them off-world and kept them going under different names.

“To rule is our ancient right. I will not suffer Jedi to taint our noble traditions.” They might think themselves righteous and big, but to Kossak the Jedi were all scum. Of course it was the Concord that imposed such laws, but Kossak had no doubt that the Silver Jedi had their filthy hands in all of this. “Call it a rebrand, but lesser beings will continue to serve us, as they always have done.” And if this did not pass, Kossak would continue his practices in the shadows.

Next came the motion of allowing all operations in the Core to go via Popara. A tall order, considering how large and populous that area of the galaxy was. He did not much like ceding control to someone else, even though in his hypocrisy he had not made a single move on the Deep Core himself. He had no stakes, but was loath to resign himself from any potential in the future. “In the name of the glorious Hutt Republic, I am sure, Queen Popara , and not for your own gain” He spoke up followed by a light chuckle in jest.

His tone had not been entirely unfriendly or dismissive, however. They would need to delegate, she was right about that. If everyone fought for the same territories, they’d end up squabbling amongst themselves without making any real progress. “As for Coruscant, you can have it. It is good that even in the Deep Core the presence of the Hutts are felt.” It was hard for Kossak to give compliments to anyone but himself, but there was indeed respect for Popara’s great accomplishments, as well as for her vision.

“As for me, I have my eyes set on Wild Space and the Outer Rim, and will continue expanding my operations there. For the good of the Republic” he added, with a sly smirk to Popara, as if they were now in on some inside joke. "Much can be gained from our presence there." It was not so much his own choice as necessity that had driven Kossak to the dark and unseen corners of the galaxy. His own obsession with the slave trade had forced him to take his business where it could not be seen, or where none would trust the Jedi to interfere.

Broka the Hutt Queen Popara Gortta Desilijic Tiure Valturla The Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Tags: Queen Popara Gortta Desilijic Tiure Kossak the Hutt Valturla The Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor

Broka was pleased with how smoothly this was going. His grand plans were coming together at along last, and now the families are also working together once the benefits for them became clear. As more issues were being brought up, Broka needed to moderate as his position required.

He banged his tail on the ground with loud thuds as if it were a gavel. Once he saw attention on him he said, "<Let us not get ahead of ourselves. These are certainly important issues to discuss, though it would be best for us all to resolve the matter of instating the Thrall System as proposed by the Anjiliac. A means to regain the cheap labor we lost when we made the treaty with the Jedi to bide us time from those monsters, the Bryn'adul. It is more "liberating" to whoever we put into this system in its description, yet this form of indentured servitude could be far more lucrative and a bit less "appalling" to our more moralist neighbors than slavery ever was. Therefore, I speak on behalf of the Nem'ro Clan in voicing my approval of this policy. However, as Supreme Mogul, it cannot be instated with my mere approval alone. So, I reserve my right as Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Republic to motion the voting on the Thrall Policy before we begin the talks on the other subject matter brought up just now. We will begin the votes. Place your votes on the terminals in front of your seats, and I will state what the results will be. All Lordas present in this room may vote. May the voting on the Thrall System Policy begin!>"
Broka then slapped his tail on the ground again to further signify the beginning of the voting. With the way the system of the Hutt Republic will work, these Lordas do not have to enforce every policy that gets passed in the Assembly in their own territories, but would simply allow them to enforce these policies if they wanted to. Based on the the history of the Hutts, Broka had a pretty obvious assumption on how the votes will go.

Devising a plan of expansion was key for the success of their new "nation". The plan proposed by Popara was alright in Broka's eyes. It was a start, but Broka felt the need to inspire amendments. He cannot write adjustments to proposals himself, but can encourage any Lordas who are willing to make amendments to proposed policies. Making certain clans monopolize the entirety of vast regions in the galaxy could be dangerous in the long run as more clans join the Hutt Republic. Allowing clans to expand where they please will allow for each clan to grow strong on their own, which would make the Hutt Republic get stronger by extent. However, this policy Popara proposed can certainly prevent squabbles that could bog time in these meetings as well. Thus, not an entirely disagreeable policy in Broka's mind, but one that needed some polishing before becoming a finished product.

Then, the grim but necessary subject of super weapons. This was especially important. Broka was not alive during the times of the Death Stars, though the stories are well remembered in his head from his father's perspective on the ordeal. With the militaristic groups obtaining such destructive power, the only fear of providing resources to them for heaps of credits is whether or not those people would then use those weapons on the Hutts and other investing organizations as well. He knew of the Eternal Empire's ponderings of making one in response to the Sith beginning construction on their own, but that was it from his informants within the Eternal Empire through Black Sun. The only thing he could certainly provide information on in this matter was just incredibly pragmatic Imperials across the galaxy thinking about making something big due to other Imperials in another place across the galaxy making something big of their own.

All in due time will those issues be addressed here. He's bent so many rules, and made so many political maneuvers to get to this point, and he was not willing to let outside pressure hinder the growth of his dream by any means.

 

[Queen Popara]

T A G S | Gortta Desilijic Tiure Kossak the Hutt
Valturla The Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor
T H E M E | Here.​

Popara clenched her chubby greasy fingers into a fist towards Kossak’s spite. The scarred corner of her lip twisting itself into a bitter frown, that if given the opportunity to grow and expand in that room would have caused Popara to lose her precious temper and begin the swearing festival among the slugs, but the gods intervened at their own way, and Broka’s large tail bashing on the ground brought her senses back to where it belonged, inside a cage, locked and trapped, but not to be forgotten.​

“You are killing us with this damn bureaucracy, Nem’ro!”, her lips blustered, pressing the option button on her panel, agreeing with her own proposal. Tossing herself once more into the fray, Popara turned her gaze back at one of the slugs present, the one that dared not speak a word to all the matters raised by them. “Valturla! What of your affairs? You need to tell us where you are moving, and if so, why not Utapau? We could use someone of your size in there.”, the Queen gave it a moment, bending over her seat and reaching out for a cup of water, pouring it all inside the bottomless pit she called stomach.​

“Now are we ready to move on? There is another matter to discuss since now we are a Republic... Blood was almost spilled among us, as it happened quite recently between my kajidic and that of Broka’s on a dump of a planet in the Unknown Region... Are we granting rights over entire regions? Such as Kossak suggested? Because if so, I want this in writing! The Core is mine, no matter what those idiots at the Alliance say! I will bury those cockroaches!”, leaning her head to the right, Popara cleaned her entire throat, filling her mouth with drool and unleashing it on the floor like a cannon’s discharge. “And most importantly, what are we to do with the Jedi? We can’t put bounties on their heads, and we can’t call the Mandalorians for help. Those traitors deserted! Flocking back to Mandalore, leaving our palaces, leaving our services, and building their throng. Now Mandos are either working the Confederados, or playing war with the Imperial Idiots, or building armies!”​

Popara sat back in her place, slowly turning her gaze to face Kossak's neb. Those were serious matters regarding the existence of their business, that thing of theirs, so it would only be fair to see how cunning her opponents truly were, and if they had what it was necessary to rebuild their reputation and striking fear back at the hearts of their foes. Diverging her gaze back at the others, the Queen's mouth leaned downwards, in an attempt to show through her massive body what everyone could clearly see: she was not happy.

 

[Gortta Desilijic Tiure]

Gortta picked up his pad and entered his approval for the thrall system. It would be interesting to see how long this democratic shell lasted among this new Hutt government. As things were going, it already appeared shakey and now land disputes were being thrown into the mix? This was a disaster waiting to happen. Nothing in the galaxy could match the scorn of an agitated Hutt, Popara has proven that ten times over. Land was nice but there was one prize in particular that Gortta had set his sights on; his grandfather's palace.

"As long as we are on the subject of territories, I want one thing clear; Tatooine is mine. I don't care if that's the only planet under my jurisdiction..." he paused for a minute, "Well, that's not true. But the point remains; Jabba's palace belongs to me by birthright. I intend to sit on that throne, regardless of who's lifeless carcass I have to crawl over to get there."

With Popara and focused on the core worlds, he was pretty sure the hardest voice in the room to be on the opposing side of would be of little concern to him. How the rest of the Hutts would feel about this was unclear. The palace had become known as somewhat of a holy grail to Hutts around the galaxy. The thought of sitting on the throne that once served as the seat of power for at least two legendary names in the underworld was appealing to many, understandably. But, Gortta said his piece. As long as he lived, that throne was his and his alone.

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Broka the Hutt Queen Popara Kossak the Hutt Valturla The Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor

 

[Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor]

10 armored Moeg surrounded Elkin while he approached the Hutt Cartel still chewing on his cigar, Elkin remembered the words of Queen Margret the ruler of his homeworld. Margret was considered one of if not the top business mind of his race and it so happened that Elkin was her Grandson, he was taught to endure pressure and to further innovate in ways that his people haven't but when it came to Margret she expected results and when one of her own continues to stain her families immaculate reputation something that took her centuries to build up then there was a large problem. "Whatever you have," The Queen said through the Holoprojector during one of Elkin's conference calls at the New n Tasty industry. "I highly suggest that you execute it as soon as possible. You may be my blood Elkin but you are just another cog in the system and cogs can be.... replaced."

So here he is arriving at the palace about to do something he hates: Which is make an alliance with the fracking Hutts. "Great Hutts," Elkin said blowing smoke into the air. "I am Elkin Magor, I am a businessman of many industries ranging from food, to utilities and I even have a fashion business about to take off."

He motioned Ed to remove his cigar from his mouth as he continued to speak. "I have come seeking an alliance," Elkin said. "Your power has spread far and wide across the Galaxy and you have controlled many territories. But my companies not only..... serve the people in my territory which is the Confederate Independent Systems. I own many senators and generously donate to charities and the war efforts. I do serve in the Techno Union boards after all. Recently I also control a planet called: Crait. It may be insignificant but it carries a valuable substance: Salt. It is good for making our food and even creating strong drugs such as deathsticks."

Elkin felt like he wanted to throw up, he couldn't stand the sight or stench of these overgrown Slugs. They were beneath him dammit! Has he fallen so low in the business that he had to resort to begging?! It seared his pride but Elkin will lose his head if he didn't do anything. "I'm willing to do anything to join your Republic." he said. "In return I'll give you any planet from the CIS."

 

[Kossak the Hutt]

Kossak had no objection to the Thrall system that was being proposed. He had already spoken in favour of it, and when it came down to voting he did not hesitate to vote in favour of it. Now it was official. He imagined this would become the easiest vote of all, and could not fathom any objections to it. It concerned a matter dear to his slimy heart. But, at the end of the day, the result only decided whether he could conduct his business in the open or in the shadows. Shutting it down was never truly an option.

With that matter taken care of, Kossak was content to eat and let the others talk. There had been no objections to his proposed plan of expansion. At the very least he had put it out there for all to hear, so that any encroachment on his holdings could not be excused by ignorance. He had staked his claim for all to hear, much like Popara. Whether things would play out in harmony, or become a shadow war behind the scenes remained to be seen.

"Jedi" he spat the name. "At least they prefer to act alone, or in no more than pairs. Still, vermin." In that it seemed he and Popara were in agreement. "Still, they are bound by their protocols. Rarely do they strike without us being able to see it long before the blow lands. But they are a pest, and bad for business. If anyone here know of better Jedi killers, more reliable than the Mandalorians who left us, then do speak up. It is in our shared interest."

He paused, waiting to see if there was anyone who sat upon a great resource that might be shared among them. And then it dawned upon him... He sat upon such a resource himself. It ought to earn him some goodwill of his fellow slugs if he could share her with them. "I know of one such Jedi killer. But her services do not come cheap. She is a sorceress. Like the Jedi, but selfish and greedy, and with no love for their kind. Should any of us come across any... Obstacles..." he weighed his words carefully "I will happily loan her. But I remind you, however powerful she thinks herself to be, she is one individual, and not to be used as an army." Or against one, rather.

Later, as a potential customer, servant, or whatever his role might become, made his entrance, Kossak watched. He was still not familiar with his fellow Hutts, and curiously observed their interactions here to get a better understanding of their character. Besides, with Broka assuming the role of chief mogul, Kossak had no greater incentive to be the first to speak on this matter.

Broka the Hutt Queen Popara Gortta Desilijic Tiure Valturla The Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor

 

[Valturla The Hutt]

“Utapau.” He chewed the name over, his voice was deep and slow like a sarlaac. Utapau had its interests, there was no doubt of that and many of the operations Valturla was involved in could translate easily to the jungle-laden planet without losing a step. However, he had put time and credits into ventures on Nar Shaddaa and he would not be so willing to give them up nor would it be so easy for him to trade life in the city to take root in a backwater such as Utapau.

“Utapau.” he repeated again his voice so low in pitch and drawn out in delivery that many even of his own species could find him hard to understand. “I would be honored to lay claim to such a world and those surrounding it.” He responded, in Huttese of course, Valturla would never be caught dead speaking anything less than the glorious tongue of his ancestors.

“I expect to maintain my interests on Nar Shaddaa and elsewhere, as a matter of course.”

There would be no deal otherwise.

He added his own vote of ‘yes’ to the proposed thrall system. There was no other choice really. This is what the Jedi had reduced them to. Sneaking around to maintain the status quo instead of proudly displaying their superiority for the galaxy to see.

Let Gortta have the seat of his grandfather. Bah. Tattooine was covered in sand. Rough and course and it got everywhere. True enough that Jabba’s old palace was of great interest to many Hutts but the idea of living somewhere so arid, so dry, he could just imagine his skin cracking, his eyes peeling, that was not for him. And if Utapau was a backwater, Tattooine was...well they hadn;t even invented a word for it.


On the subject of Jedi, Valturla could offer no more than vitriol and excoriation but he lacked any true way to strike at them. Valturla knew and employed many killers but truly he only had command over one man that would stand a chance if set against A jedi not the whole of the order. So on this matter Valturla kept silent as Kossak the service of one of his own assassins.

As the assembled Hutts argued over territory and the Jedi, a stranger approached offering a deal. Offering them a planet from the Confederacy if he were allowed to join their new republic. The offer peaked Valturla’s interest somewhat, he had business interests on Harun Kal and the idea of officially making it a part of their republic and thereby not having to pay exorbitant fees to either bribe custom officials or hire smugglers to move his product was enticing.

“HAHAHAHAHAA” He bellowed a laugh that rumbled through the room like thunder. “You offer one world? Who provides you with such authority?” he questioned the newcomer. “Why offer one world when you should offer us a world each?”


Queen Popara Broka the Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor Kossak the Hutt Gortta Desilijic Tiure

 

[Broka the Hutt]

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Broka watched his terminal as the votes came in. Unanimous as he expected. So, he boomed out with his deep voice, "<The Thrall System is now legal across the Hutt Republic. Also, now that they voted, the Nirkilic and Hestilic clans are officially parts of the Hutt Republic as well. Now, on to land. It seems all of you have announced your ambitions for claiming planets across the galaxy for out of borders business. For the Nem'ro, all of the space within the Eternal Empire is within my rite already, but having precedent in the Unknown Regions. What I have noticed started, credit given to Valturla, is a good way to keep individual competition existent while still reserving territory. Each clan gets one planet and surrounding systems completely reserved for them, and they would take precedent in the entire region of space. Popara can take Coruscant and its surrounding systems, and take precedent in the core. The Anjiliac will be favored in disputes concerning the core, and will be guaranteed a strong sphere of influence to expand from. Annaj will be that for the Nem'ro in the Unknown Regions. However, the Outer Rim is now contested. I suggest it gets exempt from the precedent as three of the five clans here want stake in it. Gortta shall be garunteed the space around Tatooine, Valturla will be guaranteed Utapau and its adjacent systems, and Kossak can do the same with a planet of the Hestilic's choosing in Outer Rim, Wild Space, or any other unclaimed regions of space if they feel so. What does the Assembly think of this proposal from the Nem'ro regarding this issue?>"

 

[Gortta Desilijic Tiure]

It was going to be nice for Gortta to return home. He had spent so much time on Nr Shaddaa, tending to his clans operations there that he could hardly remember the last time he was on Tatooine. He was more than satisfied with the arrangement reached as reiterated by Broka and expressed his satisfaction with a nod as he took a long pull from his Marcan pipe that was situated beside him, exhaling a rather large cloud. It was a bad habit he had tried to kick several years ago but was ultimately unsuccessful. Once matters here were wrapped up and finalized, Gortta intended to make plans to return to his home on Tatooine.

"I, for one, am in favor of this proposal." His voice came out gravely and was followed by a small coughing fit.

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Tags: Queen Popara Broka the Hutt Kossak the Hutt Valturla The Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor

 

[Queen Popara]

T A G S | Broka the Hutt , Gortta Desilijic Tiure , Kossak the Hutt
Valturla The Hutt Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor
T H E M E | Here.​

“Vong scum.”, Popara immediately pointed out, remembering the old days of the Invasion. When those alien rats invaded allegedly invade their galaxy attempting to destroy everything in their path, a bad business opportunity to be ignored their fellow slugs said, but Popara’s grandma, Potemma the Royal Princess of Mulatan, or as she liked to be called, ‘Granny Goodness’, had her doubts regarding their honesty in keeping themselves true to their word, she was one of the first, if not the first, to flee the potential threat of the Invasion and secure her position and wealth among the next generation of laggards. “I have a few bounty hunters and mercenaries on my court that might take care of a Jedi or two as well, one is also a Mandalorian, tough girl, crazier than a Sith on spice, has no problem killing her kind, but still, much like Kossak said, she is not also an army... Few in here remember of Granny Goodness, but as the heiress of Potemma I remember her words of murderous beasts called voxyn, breed by the Vong to hunt down Jedi and Mandalorians alike. I believe Nem’ro Kajidic holds information on where to procure those beasts, my guess should be for us to find ourselves some of those hounds and a few gundarks as pets. They may be cheaper than your witch, Kossak.”, Popara’s dewlap shuddered violently as it unleashed one of her booming condescending smirks that lasted only as long as anyone would enjoy remembering.​

Slowly she turned her head back at the rumblings pronounced by Valturla, squeezing her two big eyes to pay attention to his wool-gathering. Crossing both of her pudgy oleaginous arms alongside what could be assumed to be her waist, assumed.​

“But of course, Valturla. The Glorious Jewel much like Nal Hutta will always belong to all of us, who do you take me for, eh? It’s like Anachro used to say; Everybody eats, or nobody eats.”, and soon after that, Nem’ro started yapping about his duties as Mogul of the Republic. His words were well-measured, but when he approached the matter of the Hestilic, Popara decided to make a small correction to his speech. “It has to be the Rim, or Wild Space for Kossak, it is well-known that no Kajidic should lay claim to so many regions, Broka, that brings too much trouble for the others and limits opportunity. My suggestion is that the other regions remain open for businesses for all of us, so we can stuff ourselves with the profit. If accepted, I will give my support to this proposal.”​

And as if the gods made fun of them, Tarkona came to her ear, whispering of an alien seeking an audience with all of them, forcing Popara to clean her throat loudly, spitting a tremendous amount of dark rheum against the floor, suggesting that it should be allowed for him to enter, as Tarkona informed Nem’ro of the petitioner that stood outside their doors. As he approached them directly. Uttering bold words for the Council of Slugs, Popara narrowed her gaze once more, pondering on every word spoken to him and trying to see a brilliant opportunity for ramming her paunch with grace and plenty. And as some of the others spoke out, Popara waited for them to speak before roaring a growling sound, calling out their attention to listen to what she thought on this matter. Popara decided to speak on the alien’s language, she was not one that had any concern speaking their filthy tongue.​

“Bah! Valturla is right. Either everybody eats, or nobody eats, and when nobody eats, we eat you, understand, poodoo? It’s nothing personal, it’s just the way it works. However, you can offer more than that to us.”, sliding her immense body closer to the alien, Popara measured his entire face, trying to decide if it was worthy of her time. “You mentioned some connections that might be of much more use to us than a stinking planet, if your word is good for, of course. My proposal to you would be that you provide us with those senator’s support on procuring minerals, licenses alongside the use of their factories to manufacture weaponry for our leisure and protection. Alongside the usual twenty percent, muscle, thralls, ships that everybody is used to, we can look upon your application with kinder eyes. As long as your word is good for, of course.”​

 

[Broka the Hutt]

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Broka listened to what was said following his proposal as the Nem'ro Clan. The remarks on it from Popara meant that there was a rhetorical hole in the proposal. Not too bad, as the Anjiliac seem to like the general content, but were concerned for the fine details. It made sense, he would have done the same now realizing his remarks.

"<If the message was not conveyed properly, allow for some clarification. Kossak of the Hestilic, has not exactly announced which planet to obtain a sphere of influence on, but has expressed interest on record to the Outer Rim and-or Wild Space. Thus, the Hestilic are free to choose where to place a sphere of influence in either of those three categories mentioned in the proposal like the rest of us having spheres of influence. Whether that means going to another region not previously stated to exact this there, or getting specific with where to put holdings of the Hestilic in either Wild Space or the Outer Rim. Do the others on the assembly have lasting remarks to this proposal? Otherwise, a silent vote will happen where it would be put into those terminals but, for the sake of expediency, the results will be conveyed directly back to you all as we continue to address the corporate figure that recently made a loud entrance into this hall earlier than scheduled.>"

 

[Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor]

Elkin remained stoic even when faced with a barrage of laughs from the Hutts. He hated the way they laughed low sounding chuckles which echoed through the room. It was slow probably on purpose to create tension but to Elkin it was merely annoyance. Ed and his troops tighten their hands on their blasters looking as though that they wanted to shoot up the place. The Drekx wanted nothing else to kill them all and take this Hutt Republic as another asset to mine off for his flailing business but alas life doesn't work that way. "Of course I am offering pieces of my many companies," Elkin said blowing a puff of smoke in the air.

"My investors have given up their shares, my species has a tendency to panic whenever things go wrong," Elkin said. "I've known to turn things around by my people however I'm going to need some support by the Hutts."

 

[Valturla The Hutt]

“Everybody eats and we are hungry.” Valturla rumbled out at the stranger.

Valturla was growing increasingly bored with the alien that had interrupted them. He had heard very little that convinced him that he should want to hear more.

Valturla voted yes on the motion that would see him move to Utapau and waited to see what if any decision would be made concerning the sepretist standing before them.

 

[Gortta Desilijic Tiure]

At this point, Gortta really couldn't care less about the alien standing before them. He was hearing little of how he would make a profit and as such, he saw this interaction as being little concern to him. And as far as promises of planets, Gortta already had his sights, and while Tatooine was technically in CIS space, he simply wasn't going to take no for an answer. He wasn't going to ask permission from a stranger to move his clan's operations to a planet that has been in his family's control for centuries now, probably long before this filth's kin was even remotely recognizable to what it is today. Not to mention the simple fact that Gortta himself was around long before this alien speaking to them and he'll be around long after this man dies simply from old age. There was little he could offer that was worth Gortta's attention at this point.

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