Public [HUT & OPEN] CANTINA - The Dancing Bantha

[Parvati]

Objective II​

A tight smile curved the Mistress's lips as the Hutt spoke. She didn't understand Huttese, but the droids she employed did, their translations filtering through her earpiece in real-time. Though context sometimes slipped away in translation, she grasped enough to piece together Whotoomuzz's intentions. This hadn't been a message intercepted—it was an open invitation cast adrift, hoping to land somewhere useful. The Hutt was playing the game, but his words spoke of far more than casual politics.

Parvati wondered if the Twi'lek ensemble that arrived before her had been "invited" in the same haphazard manner, or if they had received a direct summons from the Hutt Cartel. Her past as a Black Sun Vigo had left her with a complicated reputation among their kind. Too many of Tadietti's people had been displaced or slaughtered under Black Sun rule—victims of cruelty inflicted by her former associates. She had steered clear of that bloodshed, preferring to maneuver in the shadows, pulling strings without leaving a trail. The Twi'leks had been easy targets back then, but Parvati had learned long ago that it was wiser to hire them for her nightclubs than exterminate them outright. Still, history had long shadows, and if this woman harbored old grudges, their introduction could turn into something far more hostile. She'd crossed enough enemies to know that the past had a way of catching up when you least expected it.

So far, though, there were no signs of violence. A relief, for now.

Her eyes narrowed at the mention of the Diarchy from Whottoomuzz Chantin. They had begun pressing the trade routes surrounding their territory, but the Diarchy's influence was a distant echo from her primary base of operations. To Parvati, they were nothing more than zealots chasing their own destruction—a fanatic cult marching toward a self-imposed oblivion. Their moral grandstanding often left them vulnerable, pawns easily manipulated by her people. No, they weren't the true threat.

The Empire of the Lost was another matter. Their obsession with resurrecting old fascist ideals had led to the capture and death of many under her banner. Nar Shaddaa, a world she knew intimately, had long felt the cold hand of their regime. They were the ones to watch—the ones whose ambitions extended too far into her domain.

Before she could dwell further on rogue governments draining their profits, another figure entered the room. The change in the atmosphere was immediate—a quiet stillness that clung to the edges of the room. Her presence was a gravity well, dark and foreboding, pulling attention like a black hole devours light. Parvati, a veteran of the underworld, recognized the signs immediately. This wasn't just some hooded stranger or hired gun. The calculated theatrics, the deliberate pauses, the looming droid at her side—everything about her reeked of Sith influence. The room's energy shifted, a collective breath held as the droid's mechanical voice filled the silence. Every eye in the room, even the Hutt's, was fixed on Her.

Discreetly, Parvati sent a command to one of her droids to record the conversation for future analysis. Whoever this Sith was, she had captured Parvati's interest, and by extension, the interest of the House of Parvati. Her sharp russet eyes flitted between the commanding droid and the Hutt, who seemed to be plotting even as he listened—his mind always working, calculating.

In a room full of criminals trying to broker a deal, this felt like sitting atop a pile of thermal detonators with a fully charged balst pack in your pocket. Every word carried weight; every glance could be the spark that set it all off.

When the droid finished its monologue, Whotoomuzz's response was immediate—a resounding no. Parvati couldn't help but smirk. Rejection was not a concept the Sith was likely familiar with. It was clear from the way the mistress's posture shifted that this had not gone according to plan. The tension in the room thickened, a taut wire ready to snap. Every criminal worth their weight in credits knew this confrontation had two outcomes—and only one ended without bodies on the floor.

Her Whottoomuzz Chantin Tadietti Tann​

 

[Levi]

Judd - Jacen Nimdok​

"Ha," Levi chuckled, "That's why a lucky man must also know when to walk away." His omniscient grin widened, "But that time has not yet come to pass!" The captain placed another bet, turning his attention towards Jacen and the Constancian.

The bet was in favor of the Constancian.

Levi took a sip of his drink, and spared a sideways glance at Judd. As if preempting a question or disagreement, he said, "That boy is many things. A pugilist is not one of them." Immediately, Jacen was pinned against the fight cage by his opponent. Levi winced, and took another drink.

 

[Xoff Chantin]

Outfit: Something Nice
Weapons: Holdout Blaster | Vibroknife

Xoff wrapped the Huttlet in a sling after finishing their third glass and got up from his booth, handing the infant Hutt off to a togrutan Nanny.

"I got the little slimo to eat, but they're in a mood today"

The nanny nodded and carried the offspring of the Chantin Kadijic back out of the cantina to the nursery at home.

Finally with a slight buzz and a urge to mingle, Xoff strut to the Bounty board to see a fresh one pop up - another Zeltron, escaped slave, Nos Voros - interesting.

"You gonna take that one?" Xoff asked the nearby Aalto Jien casually, making note of the bounty details.

A buzz on Xoff's datapad brought up a notice - it seemed the deal for the list of 30 SIA names went through. Xoff stepped away to browse the encrypted list sent from his spouse for any particular names.

Well, what have we here?

It seems our Zeltron bounty Nos here was an SIA agent these days - and worth way more than 9,000 credits. Xoff smirked and sent a reply. Some of these names were of particular interest - especially considering the raids on the Chantin's slaving operations.

Aalto Jien | Tadietti Tann | Whottoomuzz Chantin | OPEN​

 

[Aalto Jien]

Objective 1: Bar and Lounge
Location: At the Bar
Tag: Xoff Chantin

The Duros's large eyes blinked at the board, expression blank—droid-like in its detachment.

Normally, he'd spin the usual lie. Feign disinterest. Pretend this wasn't his kind of work. But today? He didn't bother. Maybe it was the way the charismatic Zeltron asked. Maybe it was a calculated move—an opportunity to tighten his connections within the cartel. Probably both.

"Alive requires a specialist. The pay is adequate. I might know someone."

Cool. Measured. He scrolled through his list of contacts, three names surfacing. He'd take his cut—not much, but then, he wouldn't be lifting a finger either. First, information. Then, negotiation.

Eivii Nos Voros
Encrypted Message
From: Anon404@BeebosBB to Eivii
Subject: Act now or Your Delivery May Be Late.

Dear Eivii, answering your advertisement for an interloper
What is the required package condition and timeframe?
Plus1,000 credits secures faster delivery.
End of Message

Aalto ordered another bitter drink, taking his time. Slow sips. Calculated pauses. Everything in its place. Everything under control. Ears and eyes always alert. Shame the Triple B, Beebos Bantha Burgers always ended up in the crossfire—implicated collateral in someone else's game. That family business never stood a chance.

 

[Judd]

Fight Pits, Hutt Space
- Jacen Nimdok - Levi - Open
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"That's why a lucky man must also know when to walk away."

"You must not get lucky very often then, do ya?" Judd chuckled darkly under his breath. Triple entendre. Nice.

After considering the betting stakes, Judd flagged down a bet collector droid, flashing some credits. "Two hundred on the scrawny one." His largest bet of the night, so far. After tossing the chits into the droid's collection apparatus, the medic sat back in his seat, abandoning his drink for the moment. The show was about to begin.

Judd was snorting with laughter almost immediately as the thin vampire was thrown back. He turned to Levi, shaking his head. "No. But we both know the kid's got the other guy beat on raw horsepower. Just gotta wait to see if he uses it."

 

[Whottoomuzz Chantin]

A message popped up from dear Xoff above in the Cantina. Whotoomuzz read it and chuckled more. An escaped slave now serving the SIA ( Nos Voros ) The very same rumored to have scuttled the Ashen Fang's operations with a known Mercenary ( Xochicalcu ) outside of the cartel network? This was a valuable name indeed. An example could be made.

The Hutt spoke to Tadietti Tann , informing her of the bonus amongst her list of names, "Dosha wanga dee, peetchka bank'cha dooka bolla anda da list. Bai nobata boonowa da Chantin Kadijic, an me wamma see banagaa."

The Hutt could not provide miracles, but likely knew someone who could if necessary. The veiled Twi'lek had earned the Hutt's favor - a first step towards a profitable future for all parties involved.

Tadietti Tann | Parvati | Her​

 

[Her]

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The Dancing Bantha;
The Hutt Cartel.
Tags: Whottoomuzz Chantin | Xoff Chantin | Aalto Jien | Tadietti Tann | Parvati | Jo Min |

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"Information is a commodity. It can be traded, sold, and purchased. And in the end, credits are only as useful as the secrets they can buy."
-- Darth Bane.

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Nobata.

Rather comically the LOM unit turned in the direction of the hooded figure as the Huttese crime lord declined its proposition. As its receptors fixated themselves on the SITH they lifted their gaze up from the ground where her eyes stared at Whottoomuzz Chantin malevolently. Manipulating Imperials, Sith Lords, Diarchs and Senators on the Federal Assembly had come to her naturally. All of them had been Human and so a natural understanding often came to her when dealing with them all. But the Hutts were proving to be a different proposition altogether.

Ambitious Moffs seeking power along the Outer Rim Territories while being ruled under the thumb of the egomaniac Eggman meant that they could be reached by playing into those ambitions while dangling the carrot of exposure or ruin to their careers and station in the Imperial Remnants that had taken up roots in the Tion Cluster. The station of a Dark Councillor (whose secular sect of Sith followers once sought to usurp the Dark Lords who rule from the Stygian Caldera or Jutrand while under the rule of their late Sith Master) invited the plausible intentions that once again the dreaded Tsis'Kaar could be put into motion to destroy her enemies in the Sith Order.

Along the Braxant Run the precious SONS OF KAKUS held an extraordinary dark past which connected them to a phantom menace therefore giving the Sith avenues for persuasion and use in the plot to destroy a common foe while House Mecetti-- whose heir was involved in a controversy involving the Jedi Order and Sith paraphernalia-- gave the GHOST OF KALIST strings that were difficult to sever and whose pantomime had drawn them into a deep, dark fall into the pathology of the dark side of the Force. Was the mighty Whottoomuzz Chantin so different to all of them that he could not be drawn in by the riches of Kessel and the spice mines that were taken by the Empire at the turn of the new century?

Rising to her feet the hooded Sith Lord weaved their way through the back tables of the room and out into the open. The room seemed quieter now as if the fun and mischievousness had been sucked out the festivities of the Dancing Bantha by this sinister presence. As she stopped beside the LOM unit a gloved hand gestured for it to come close, and as he leaned its odd head towards the Sith hushed whispers were said between the pair while the Hutt and his crime family watched on.

"Tell them that I have brought with me a sample of Glitterstim from Kessel as proof of my offer to the Chantin crime family, and that you are a gift."

Turning back to the Hutt the LOM unit said:

Wonky Whottoomuzz Chantin. Ma master has informed Je Da they are Noleeya possession of Du Glitterstim sample Da Sa yours Tah test Ta authenticity of their proposal. Furthermore they Waba Tah inform Uba Da this lom protocol unit Sa Ateema Ta property of Ta Grancha Whottoomuzz Tuta this day forth.

More hushed whispers were spoken between the pair.

"I leave this protocol unit in your possession, alongside the spice sample, as a gesture of good will and intention between our respective organisations. A prosperous relationship between our two sides would be a benefit to the Chantin crime family."

This lom unit Sa Tah be left Noleeya Do possession, alongside Ta spice sample provided, as Du gesture of good will An intention by Ma former master. They Waba Tah have Du prosperous relationship Foo Ta Wonky Whottoomuzz.

"Inform the Hutt that the Imperial Remnant will not cease encroaching upon Hutt space at Sakiya and that Nal Hutta is in their sights. Fostering a relationship with me will be advantageous to the Hutt Cartel with thanks to my associates in the Tion Cluster.

Explain that the current head of the Krykna Mafia was once a member of the Imperial Ruling Council put together by Aculia Voland who was saved by my organisation from the coup d'état which led to formation of the current council of Moffs under the newly coronated Phantom Empress on Lianna.

By associating themselves to me the Hutt Cartel will have influence with the criminal networks in the Empire as well as access to the spice trade in the Kessel sector and information regarding the key players in the Imperial Remnant who threaten you."

As the LOM unit translated the hooded Sith drew a holographic transmitter from her robes and lifted it up in her palm. With her other hand she activated the device which begun playing a recording of Velran Kilran 's coup d'état against the Old Imperial Ruling Council on Lianna. The translation intertwined with the screams of murder and pleas for mercy while the late Eggman ushered in the beginning of his dynasty and proclamation of the second coming of the GALACTIC EMPIRE.

Ma former master wishes Tah inform Ta Wonky Whottoomuzz Da Ta D'emperiolo Remnant will Chuba stop their invasion of Hutt Doma toma at Sakiya An Da Ta world known as Nal Hutta Sa Du target. By entering Du relationship Foo Ma former master Ta Grancha Hutt Cartel will have an advantage over Ta D'emperiolo Remnant due Tah Ma former masters associates Noleeya Ta Tion Cluster. Jee have also been authorized Tah share Ta following fact: Ta current leader of Ta 'Krykna Mafia' used Tah be Du member of Ta D'emperiolo Ruling Council Da was founded by Aculia Voland An Da Ma former masters organisation saved Hoohah Tuta Du coup d'état Da led Tah Ta formation of Ta Newpa Council led by Ta newly coronated 'Phantom Empress' on Lianna. If Ma Newpa master were Tah associate themselves Foo Ma former master then Ta Hutt Cartel would have Newpa influence Noleeya Ta criminal networks Noleeya Ta 'Empire of Ta Lost' as well as access Tah Ta spice trade Noleeya Ta Kessel sector An information regarding Ta key players Noleeya Ta D'emperiolo Remnant Coo threaten Uba.

It was a cunning ploy that had once been used by Alicia Drey to become Staff Director of the New Imperial Security Bureau and now copied by her late master in these negotiations with the HUTT CARTEL. By showing aspects of Velran Kilran 's coup against the old administration on Lianna (which later saw him become defacto Emperor until his demise above Lothal during the Tingel Arm Coalition's rebellion against the Empire) Her demonstrated that not only did she have access to sensitive information such as this but that there were some legitimacy to her other claims regarding the spice trade in the Kessel sector, and the other aspects of her proposition.

Deactivating the transmitter the Sith pocketed it and broke her silence: "The Hutt Cartel possess access to the criminal networks across the Galaxy that I wish to offer work to. As the oldest and most powerful syndicate in existence the Hutt Cartel should consider aligning our organisations together as a lot of credits can be made together under an impending Imperial regime who seek to occupy your territories. Consider my proposition carefully."

The Hutt Cartel possess access Tah Ta criminal networks across Ta galaxy Da Jee Waba Tah Choba work Tah. As Ta oldest An most powerful syndicate Noleeya existence Ta Hutt Cartel should Ka tinka aligning our organisations Weeteebah Du lot of credits can be made under an impending D'emperiolo regime Coo seek Tah occupy Do territories. Ka tinka Ma proposition carefully.

The same gloved hand from before removed a sample of Glitterstim mined from the spice mines on Kessel and left it with the LOM unit. Turning around the Sith Lord made their way back to the heavy metal doors, and with a flick of their wrist they miraculously opened by themselves, and as they crossed over the threshold back into the bar, the mysterious figure who had come to the Hutts disappeared into the shadows waiting for them to make up their mind about the proposal that they had received.

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[Parvati]

Parvati listened with bated breath, each word the droid spoke—despite its heavy accent—etching itself into her thoughts. There was an undeniable power in the hooded Sith, a force that was both awe-inspiring and deeply unsettling. Instead of merely inflating the Hutt's pride, she had delivered a message laced with hard evidence, subtly warning him that some truths were best left unspoken. In that back room, every soul was aware of the Empire's chokehold on the Kessel sector, its oppressive influence reaching into every deal.

Parvati's gaze swept across the gathered crowd, reading each reaction as if it were an open holo-feed. The mysterious Sith had them all spellbound, and she intended to make sure that wasn't wasted opportunity. With her droids silently recording every whispered word, Parvati was already planning to invest a tidy stack of credits to unearth more about this enigmatic visitor. Even if the Hutt played coy, House of Parvati would strike a deal of its own—after all, the spice trade was a realm she was only beginning to conquer.

True to flashy Sith style, the mysterious guest vanished as swiftly as she had arrived, leaving behind only a strategically abandoned droid. Parvati smirked, convinced that the droid had been bugged to capture every secret exchanged among those greedy criminals. Perhaps the gift was genuine—a heartfelt offering from the Sith—or perhaps it was another move in a grander game. Either way, it was food for thought.

A heavy silence lingered until Parvati, ever the instigator, broke it with a casual remark. "She seems nice," she drawled, the sarcasm dripping from her lips like fine whiskey. Lifting the specially poured drink, she took a long, satisfying sip, letting the burn remind her of the real world beyond the dark intrigue. Her trained eyes caught sight of the gifted glitterstim—a remnant of the encounter—and she mused, "If you need someone to test that for you, I might know a girl," punctuating her words with a playful, knowing wink directed at the Hutt.

In that moment, it was clear: in Parvati's world, power was measured not by the secrets you kept, but by the ones you dared to share—and the risks you were willing to take.

Her Whottoomuzz Chantin Tadietti Tann​

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Objective 2 - Meeting Rooms
Tag: Whottoomuzz Chantin | Her | Parvati

Lady Blue edged forward at a lean. "My humble request, Wise and Magnificent Whottoomuzz, is to perhaps hold your single favor—to be asked when survival necessitates. No miracles, just cover, escape, diversion—whatever is needed in the moment." A lifeline to call on. However it came—credits, hired muscle, a ship, misdirection—as long as she walked away free and clear.

She seems nice.

The comment drew a few quiet chuckles from Blue's associates, but her mask never slipped. Under the veil, she remained poised, unreadable. A subtle double-press of her wrist had already dispatched a runner outside, slipping away to quietly flag down Her for separate discreet negotiations. Carefully, of course—no one wanted to be impaled or caught inside double-dealing. Survival always came first. And if Goros the Hutt or Mr Black decided to take her up on this offer, she'd need to be there to cut them off before things got… messy.

One of Tadietti's Lorrdian techs was already sweeping a scanner over the droid, checking for rigged explosives. Blue remained well shielded—not just by the shimmering translucent field now between her and the droid, but by her large red bodyguard, Sienn, standing in heavy Triad armor.

Blue whispered something to Kinsa, one of her aides, who passed it along to their speaker. But before he could voice it, she felt the need to break her own silence. "She won't give up easily." Tadietti broke her veiled character just slightly, if only not to live through the nth incarnation of the Hutt Cartel reforming again. Multiple experiences had taught her whichever criminal organization stood apart, was where the chaotic vices and criminal interests congregated, but navigating that was easier said than done.

The Zeltron across from them waited for his employer to finish before making his move, sweeping his hands forward with elegant precision. "Lady Blue would humbly suggest employing some… creative anti-Force techniques. We could arrange for a delivery of certain opportune items. For the price of, say…" He cast a glance backward at Blue. "Twenty-five thousand credits."

Then, as if sensing another opportunity, he looked to Parvati as well, "if your ladyship might be interested as well?"

When opportunity knocks.

Of course, they could always counter negotiate. If they could figure out what she wanted. The paranoid amount of security surrounding her, her reaction to the droid, and the nature of her requested favor—each of these was a clue. Curiously unknown to both one might say the opposite outlook to Parvti!