[Hutt Cartel] Welcome to the Swamp

[Ria Misrani]

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NAL HUTTA

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NEM'RO BOHW
SOTTA'S PALACE

Sotta the Hutt had finally risen among the other Hutts. He now stood with a vast organization that stretched from Nal Hutta into the depths of the Unknown Regions, and back across the Southern Systems and North into the Sith Empire. He had called a meeting, a meeting from which the future of the Hutts would be dictated. He sought other Hutts whose power rivaled his own, he sought members of the Exchange, the Black Sun and more. It had been far too long since such organizations had come together as one and with the galaxy at its current state. There was much profit to be had, why cut at each other's throats when they could cut the galaxy between them. He entrusted his enforcer, Umedara Zaar also known as Sweet to bring the criminals together.

Sweet reached out along the Hydian Way and through the Mara Corridor, and around the galaxy searching for the best of the best. An invitation would be given, they were to meet at Sotta's Palace for the future of the criminal underworld would be decided there. It would either be one of the best things that had ever happen or it would be a disaster, and whatever happened there would be booze and spice aplenty. Of course, it went without saying that there would be girls and boys for those interested. Sotta's Palace sat over the ashes of the ancient and decayed Nem'ro's, in fact, the city was named for the slug. Whoever Fathra had been, his name had been left to rot in the mud and all anyone knew now was Nem'ro's legacy.

The overpolluted swamp welcomed those who would arrive at the spaceport, a speeder hook up from the port to the palace was available and droids would scan to make sure that the appropriate people were sent down to meet with Sotta, and Umedara.

[member="Aaramis Ker"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Kvelduf Ioscyn"]

 

[Kyra Findlay]

A low growl emanated from deep in the large Weequay's throat as the Cin Vhetin entered Nal Hutta's thick atmosphere. Polluted or just toxic, Kyra could never tell, but either way she already knew what the thickly muscled man was thinking, and to be honest she wasn't looking forward to this either.

"I don't much like this Mum," he started before Kyra lifted up a single gloved finger to silence him. She was not going to have any of his moaning today. The Hutts had never liked apprehensive or suspicious workers, if this was even the Hutts to begin with. She'd heard both the Hutts and the Black Sun had all but been destroyed in some war or another.

"I don't much care if you like it or not. If its work, its work." And that was that. One didn't so easily challenge the aging Pirate, even when alone so far away from the flotilla. While loyalty to her wasn't as absolute as she pretended among her not so merry band of pirates and smugglers, there was enough that if Grisk returned with no money, no job, and no Captain, that she knew he wouldn't even make it a hyperlane before he was killed, or worse.

The shuttle landed in the spaceport where a pair of droids met them and escorted them via speeder to a palace, one Kyra could only assume was Sotta the Hutt's. Her Weequay companion seemed fine in the air, but Kyra had felt the need to put on her helmet before they had even left the cargo hold of her ship. The glowing triangular photoreceptors fed her single working eye a nearly panoramic view as they entered the palace. She waited with a few others that had gathered.

[member="Umedara Zaar"]

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Aeron's elegant ship touched down to the planet's spaceport. Nonchalantly walking out of his ship he remarks to himself, "So this is where the scum of the world come to do their dealings? Fine by me as long as I'm getting paid and someone's getting shot". A slight, but noticeable smirk rose up on the bounty hunter's rigid, scarred face.

Accompanied by a speeder, he found his way to Sotta's palace, where he - along with some cougar & randoms he's never seen before - waited for others to arrive.

 

[Uiaua the Hutt]

A hulking monster came to meet the Cartel.

Hutts were of course a valuable asset in whatever form they took, and Uiawa took a form that was unlike the rest of the ruling council of Hutts. A large freighter landed within a private spaceport on the disgusting swamp they dubbed the "Glorious Jewel", a leering and stylized skull emblazoned on it's battered hull: the cargo hatch slowly hissing open with the towering figure of Uiawa himself casting a wide shadow over the comparatively puny looking security forces that scampered around the spaceport like rodents.

With mighty clicks of metal against metal the spider like cybernetics of Uiawa pushed him along, yes, Uiawa was quite unlike the other hutts: he was massive, even for a hutt, and instead of disgusting and slimy rolls of fat he had a toned body of rippling muscle. Any who gazed upon could easily see his ability to rip a grown human in half with little more than his raw brute strength: the Fiends of Uiawa followed after their lord, bulky and brutish looking men and women clad in spiked armor that defied any sort of practically with weapons that did just the same. A force meant to intimidate.

With his armed escort of 2 dozen, Uiawa made his way to the Palace. The Hutt all but impossible to miss by the other attendees.

[member="Aeron Tosh"] [member="Kyra Quez"] [member="Umedara Zaar"]

 

[Erden Tarkhan deWinter]

The Hutts were always going to be around, just like the other organisations that populated the galaxy. They could call their groups with fancy names like a cartel, a syndicate or even a society, but they were all criminals who had build their empires on top of violence and political power. It was not surprising that the Dragon Head was invited to attend the event, even though the Society and the Hutts had some misgivings every now and then. Whether it was fighting over territory or trying to pull strings behind each other's back.

A crimelord who had risen among other Hutts was worth a visit, similar to how one would visit a funeral if a crimelord passed away. Such was the unwritten rules of the game. Sotta was an acquaintance at best, but Erden would give the crimelord the due courtesy and accept the invite to turn up. He would give the Hutt enough Face with his presence, just like what he would expect others to show him the necessary respect. Afterall, an Artisian like Erden placed a lot of emphasis on honour.

A speeder had picked up him up and he had arrived with several Elders from the Society, coupled with a bunch of members who would stay outside the Palace to keep watch. All were equipped with weaponry that were meant to be used only in the worst situation, because the gathering was unlikely to turn into a brawl.

Tags: [member="Uiaua the Hutt"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="Kyra Quez"] | [member="Umedara Zaar"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Sotta looked down at the Mirialan, "you are lucky they're showing up little green thing."

"Yeah, I know," she drawled, Umedara was well aware that Sotta still dangled the whole saving her from the streets speech. Followed by how he would skin her alive if she failed him or so much as breathed in the wrong direction. "This one is the pirate," she mentioned as security cameras tagged Quez the helmet was what gave her away. The Hutt knew some of her dealings, not a lot - just enough invite her to his little group. "The twi'lek trigger," she explained as Tosh made their way through the palace as well.

Gamorreans grunted with each of the members directing them with little subtly as to where they were to go.

"And... the big guy," Umedara gestured to Uiaua the Hutt, she shuddered and did her best to avert her gaze. "And... "

"Tarkhan." Sotta punctuated the sentence and looked over at his court, Gatonk the hulking cyborg that was more machine than man. Tixi the Devaronian Sniper who looked about as jaded as any Hutt soldier would. Crissov a light green-skinned twi'lek who served as Sotta's Major Domo. Gatonk looked over at Tixi, then over at Crissov the three stood in front of Sotta as Umedara hung off to the side as those who had been invited were ushered into the Hutt's court.

Sotta had eliminated many of his rivals on Nal Hutta, and those that survived his purge he offered a chance to join him as part of the ruling council. What he sought now was a deal amoung the criminals, a simple - quid pro quo as it were. Help him, and he would help them it was simple - and then, of course, there was profit. Plenty to be had with the state of the galaxy as it was. "Welcome, welcome all to this fine business venture," Crissov greeted each invited guest as the Nitkos ran a wand over the guests. "It's fine, they can keep their weapons I trust we're all professionals here." The Nitkos weren't happy about it but the Major Domo had, had his say on the matter.

"Now once everyone's arrived our meeting shall begin."

[member="Erden Tarkhan"] | [member="Uiaua the Hutt"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="Kyra Quez"]

 

[Aeron Tosh]

As Aeron waited he saw the baddest criminals of the underworld walk into the palace. Sotta's major domo, Crissov, a green twi'lek just like him. Aeron considered going over to make friends with Crissov because it's never a bad idea to make friends with people in high places just in case things go south, but before he got the chance to actually walk over and say anything to him [member="Umedara Zaar"] came out and announced that the meeting was going to begin soon.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Ifan gingerly stepped off the loading ramp of his personal conveyance, the Queen of Air and Darkness, grimacing in disgust at the sight of his exquisite textile fabrics decaying before his eyes due to the semi-poisonous atmosphere. In truth, the Prince had always despised Nal Hutta, preferring to conduct his business with the cartels whenever possible from the comforts of his own holdings in Vertical City. But this was one personal invitation that simply wouldn't be denied. Sotta had consolidated power at last, and now he was looking for the major players to kiss the ring or whatever passed for jewelry on a Hutt.

"I don't like thisss..." his lieutenant and bodyguard, Hakar, quipped during the aircab ride to the palace, "Why couldn't we have payed our ressspectsss over commssss?"

"Because Hutts are easily insulted," ben-Mezd waved the Trandoshan's concerns away, "And because change brings opportunity."

None of the other Brokers had complained when Ifan volunteered to serve as a diplomat for this occasion. The Exchange thought very little of Hutts as a general rule, but the Prince knew better. This was a dangerous game they all played, where fortunes could change overnight, and the Hutt kajidics had proved remarkably resilient over the millennia. He had recognized the killer business instincts of Gorba, but now that the head of Bareesh was enjoying his self-imposed exile it was time to renew ties with the recently reunified super-cartel of nominally aligned Hutt families.

Despite his confident bluster, when they crossed the threshold of Sotta's palace, he clutched his void stone amulet tightly for luck. Hutts were known to consort with Dark Jedi and other hedge wizards, and there were many secrets rattling around in the Exchange vigo's head that he would rather not trust entirely in mental conditioning to protect. Wherever Ifan walked, a nullification field deadened any use of the Force in his immediate vicinity.

Some he recognized instantly by reputation, [member="Uiaua the Hutt"] was one of these. The Prince inclined his head deeply in the slug-like creatures' direction as a sign of respect. There were others he did not know but could speculate as to who they were representing, one glance at [member="Kyra Quez"] was enough to know she was Mandalorian. And then there was [member="Erden Tarkhan"], he did not know the name of the man or his operation but if he had to venture a guess he would say some sort of Atrisian triad. Of course, that didn't exactly narrow things down.

And then there were freelancers. The Prince walked right past [member="Aeron Tosh"] when he arrived, ignoring the Twi'lek completely. Mercenaries were useful tools, but to Ifan that is all they were. He seemed almost to float through the palace's entertainment hall, silken robes obscuring legs that otherwise appeared to remain completely still. Still analyzing the players around the room, he and his one man entourage approached the mighty Sotta and Hakar moved forward to catch the attention of [member="Umedara Zaar"].

"Hisss Royal Majesssty Ifan ben-Mezd of the Crown Court," Hakar wasted no time with pleasantries, tilting his head back to acknowledge the Prince, "My employer would like to pay hisss ressspectsss to Lord Ssssotta."

 

[H3xle]

Nal Hutta​

Sotta's Palace​

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When one was on the run from the law, the underworld was the obvious place to run to.

Employment and a measure of security could be had for those with rather loose morals.

Lacking much in the way of choices, Carter Pierce found that his morals were a fair bit looser than he had once believed. The former Sheriff within the demesne of the Outer Rim Coalition was now an outlaw looking for just that measure of security that working within the underworld could afford. The fact that he enjoyed it both amused and worried him, the fact that he turned out to be quite adept at it meant he could live well and by enough vice to assuage the worried part of his mind into blissful quiet.

And now, as a nominal employee of the greater underworld, it behooved Carter to appear in the palace of the Hutt crime lord Sotta. Hutts were some of the largest employers of smugglers and toughs in the underworld, and it was almost a guarantee that other sizable employers would be present as well. Carter hoped he could find a way to pull work from various parties, hoping he could stay ahead of getting tied down to any of them.

A dangerous game to be sure.

Having taken a swoop bike from his borrowed freighter parked at the spaceport to the palace, Carter walked in with enough of a swagger and smile to appear confidant, but not enough to appear as if he assumed he owned the place. The amount of time he spent practicing this was rather unseemly to discuss, and he was quite thankful to have the freighter to himself for that very reason.

Looking around, he found himself in the company of random criminal personalities like himself, as well as some of the elite crime lords of the galaxy. He couldn't help but smile, and he took a sip from his flask in a minor celebration of at least that much going right so far. When it came his turn to present himself to Sotta, he had put the flask away, and bowed low to the Hutt.

"Mighty Sotta, I am greatly honored to be in your home and have the chance to do business with your great enterprise." His accent was muddled a bit by alcohol, but his words were understandable. On his rise from the bow, he threw a wink at [member="umedara zaar"], before moving out of the queue of other supplicants.

[member="The Prince"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="Erden Tarkhan"] | [member="Uiaua the Hutt"] | [member="Kyra Quez"]​

 

[Ria Misrani]

Nal Hutta

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Nem'ro Bohwa
Sotta's Palace

Sotta watched and waited as more of the underworld gathered in his court. Umedara prepared the large hooka for the slug, curiously looking up to see who had arrived. A small nod toward the Gamorrean guards who turned around to secure the outside ensuring none of the cantina's patrons wandered in. The palace sat in the back of the large cantina where many private rooms were offered, and large feast halls operated serving those who lived around Nem'ro Nohw. Sotta took the offered mouth piece, the hose shifted as he puffed on the tip.

Crissov threaded the crowd with relative ease, his height did that for him. A sway of his light green lekkus with softer green stripes as he turned to look at the newcomers. A raised brow at the sight of the Prince. It wasn't often the Exchange showed their face, but perhaps an exception was called for. The other seemed more like a lackey in need of a new master, and Crissov paid him no mind. The Major Domo cleared his throat and spoke to the lackey first, "if you are so honored you will speak when spoken to." His voice had the timbre of cello midway through song, smooth - deep and for some, inviting. But you knew your place when he spoke, "and the Prince, you honor us with your presence."

"Now onto business, Ume?"

The Mirialan turned to face the crowd. "Right, let's get straight to the point. You're all here because the idea of the Hutt's being back in the slog is good for business, brand name - major player, but let's face it - times have changed." She paused getting a look at those who were here studying their expressions a moment before she continued. "In order to build a strong criminal anything, we're gonna need help - but of course, it comes at a price. Credits, ships, armor are all easy come and easy go."

She took a step into the crowd and eyed the jittery merc a second before turning her attention to Quez and then the Prince before looking away. "So it's pretty simple, you do work for the Hutt, and the Hutt works for you. Need something handled? Bribed? Rigged? You got it, and some of you are very capable of doing it yourselves but let's be honest. Why do it yourself when you can have someone else do the thing for you? And why not us?"

"Sotta's got a few operations coming up, and if you're interested Sotta will not only offer some some goods, but will consider it a favor for helping establish the Hutt's presence."

The Hutt placed his hookah down with the help of the cyborg Gatonk, more man than machine. Umedara looked over to see Sotta and nodded, she returned her focus to the crowd. "There's one other thing, Sotta wants to expand the influence of Cartel but he understands that neither he nor the ruling council can be in two places at once. So, he's looking to establish a Supreme Mogul, or Granee Lorda, who with their Con Lordas or Underlords would rule over these territorties in lieu of the ruling council. Of course, you gotta report back to us, and also give us a cut - but uh, yeah, for those lookin' to rise through the ranks of the Cartel. Let's just say there is room growth 'ere."

Crissov cleared his throat and Ume stepped back.

"We'll now open the floor to any questions or concerns."

[member="Carter Pierce"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="Erden Tarkhan deWinter"] | [member="Kyra Quez"] | [member="Uiaua the Hutt"]

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Aeron, despite his nervousness, was the first to speak up.

"Fine by me I suppose."

He took a few steps closer to [member="Umedara Zaar"] and nonchalantly said, "If you need anyone taken care of, I'm the guy you go to first." The words fluttered out of his mouth in a wave of confidence with a little droplet of arrogance and cockiness.

"Well.... Unless anything else is going to be discuss I'll be ready to leave." Aeron waited, half expecting somebody else to speak up.

 

[Erden Tarkhan deWinter]

It was a pretty diverse crowd that gathered to attend the meeting. He knew Sotta well enough to give the Hutt a nod back in acknowledgement to his presence. "Sotta." The slug seemed to have gained in size since the last time they met, perhaps a biological evolution that allowed Hutts to keep growing as they aged. If that was the case, then [member="Uiaua the Hutt"] who was massive might be even older.

Erden took a seat around a table that had been offered to him while the rest of the Elders in the Society followed suit. As he sat down, the crowd made a murmuring when [member="The Prince"] appeared. Erden did his homework, knowing that the Exchange had a similar operating model as the Society, a loose affiliation of gangs and criminals paying tribute to the Underlord who was not present today, unlike himself.

As the crowd finally settled down, [member="Umedara Zaar"] stood up and went straight to the point. In short, the Hutts were offering some sort of partnership while asking interested partners to join the Cartel. As [member="Umedara Zaar"] had plainly suggested, all partners needed to report back to the Cartel.

A red Twi'lek broke into a giggle and patted Erden on the shoulder, whispering softly in Atrisian Basic so that few could understand the conversation. "Hear that, Erden boy? The Hutts are asking us to report to them in return for partnership."

"You jest, Ikimruko." the Dragon Head smiled and fired back in fluent Atrisian. "Not happening."

"Of course. These puk gai are simply disrespectful."

Ikimruko stood up from the table, casually directing her comment directly towards Crissov and Sotta. "The Society is only interested for a partnership. Ranks in the Cartel? We ain't keen."

In short, she was asking the Hutts to roll over and be gone. If the Society had wanted an umbrella over its head, they would have approached a political entity who had major presence on the map long ago.

Tags: [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="Carter Pierce"] | [member="Kyra Quez"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Gatonk laughed, and pointed to the door. The Cyborg knew who his boss was, his boss was a slug who was in firm control of criminal activities within the First Order. A slug with a large portion of Nar Shaddaa under this thumb and now Nal Hutta. There was very little that went without his knowing, Tixi held the Cyborg back. Umedara shrugged, and motioned for the door. "I assume you know your way out yeah? Just know that when you need us, we'll be here." She reminded them the Hutts would always be there that was their thing. Sotta laughed even louder and waved Umedara over to speak with her personally. The Mirialan leaned against the hookah and then over at Erden.

"Sotta doesn't know why he should invest in your group as a partner. What do you have to offer him that he couldn't get somewhere else and with less fuss. Your world is still under the First Order's thumb, if you can tell him why he should see your group as equal to his organization he might consider it." Maybe. Sotta had operations in the Ison Corridor, the Outer Rim Coalition, and would soon be partering with the Sith Empire. Atrisians were a dime a dozen, Atrisian criminal groups? About as numbered as there were Hutt Cartels if Umedara was going to be honest. What was it about the Society that made them different than anything else or why would they deserve to be partners. At the end of the day, the Hutt Cartel could withstand the berating of the bigger governments.

Umedara then looked to the others, "and in case you think we misspoke here's the deal. We ain't lookin' for a cut of your operations, no, we want you to do a few things for us and in return you get a cut, we get a cut and the Hutts expand their influence. If you want to be let's say, a silent member, working your gigs that's fine but by accepting our invitation now. This lets you in on our operations and now if you ask me that's just a bonus."

[member="Erden Tarkhan deWinter"] | [member="Carter Pierce"] | [member="Uiaua the Hutt"] | [member="Kyra Quez"] | [member="Nika Satari"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Aaramis Ker"]​

 

[Erden Tarkhan deWinter]

Ikimruko broke into a grin and looked at her seated companions who were all trying to contain their laughter. The Cyborg had gotta his information wrong. Completely wrong. The First Order was indeed holding onto the homeworld of the Atrisians, but the Society was never based there. There was indeed a historic link where the founders established the Society to attempt to restore the Kitel Phard Dynasty, but that was at least twenty thousand years ago.

"Next time, remember to do your information gathering before trying to act smart, rusty boy," Ikimruko sniggled at the sight of the Cyborg who probably still had no idea what she meant. "That means you too..." the red Twi'lek pointed her finger at [member="Umedara Zaar"] who had just loudly proclaimed that their world being under the First Order. "Just because the Society started in Atrisia doesn't mean we are based there."

The elder bent her head over to Erden who simply finished his wine and stood up from his table. He looked at Umedara, Sotta and shrugged his shoulders, his grin breaking into laughter.

"Hahahahaha.... remind me where we flew in from, Ikimruko."

"Coruscant."

"And when is our next flight to Atrisia?"

"Never. It's not like we wanna go there for sightseeing. Alderaan is nearer and much nicer."

"Hahahaha, seems like my memory is working fine then."

Erden stopped his laughter and turned around, walking towards the door. There was no point trying to work with a so called Cartel when they could not even nail their facts correctly about the Society's headquarters. As he approached the metal door, he casually opened the door by pulling out the door knob and crumbling it into a twisted piece of scrap metal using his control over the Force. The rest of the Society members followed behind him, knowing that it was his way of displaying his annoyance to the public in a controlled fashion.

"Angry, Erden boy?" Ikimruko whispered softly at the Dragon Head.

"Of course. Absolute waste of time...." he shook his head and boarded their speeders, leaving the Hutts behind.

[member="Carter Pierce"] | [member="Uiaua the Hutt"] | [member="Kyra Quez"] | [member="Nika Satari"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Aaramis Ker"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

The funniest part was? Erden never answered his question, why would Sotta ever consider the group an equal? All he saw was another piece of arrogant Atrisian filth. Sotta laughed he knew these types, and just like Cartels they were a dime a dozen. Umedara watched them leave, "and that folks is how you prove not to be worth anything more than just another piece of poodoo on the wall. Remember, what makes us unique is what we can give you and that's opportunity. You can be from anywhere in this galaxy, rise up and take what's due to you." Sotta held Gatonk back and looked over at Umedara, as the cyborg shrugged himself out of Sotta's grasp and sneered. "They're not worth it, they'll die out just like their predecessors. When the time comes they'll want to come back to us," a pause as he readjusted himself, "until then we move our focus!"

Erden could angry all he wanted to be, truth was he showed himself to be a petulant child who wanted more than he deserved. Such was the way of criminals though and to be expected, Sotta knew this. He tapped Umedara on the shoulder, she knew her next assignment would be to head out to the Outer Rim Coalition in favor of working out a deal with the Smuggler's Alliance. They then needed to get a hold the Bha'iir within the Confederacy.

 

[Kyra Findlay]

So the Hutts were on the move again...Kyra brought a hand up to her chin deep in thought. This could be incredibly lucrative indeed...Behind her mask a smirk had formed and slowly slid into a full on grin. Grisk, her Weequay Lieutenant leaned down to speak directly into her audio amplipher, making sure to cover his mouth to hide his words from any watchful eyes.

"Ye hear that Mum?" Grisk whispered, "What do you make o' this?" A hand whipped up and grabbed the Weequay's tunic and brought him closer.

"I think we just found our next big gig," she started, "And I'm becoming a Mogul..." The Weequay's eyes expanded with understanding and an unnecessarily wide grin followed.

"Aye aye cap'n!"

She took a few steps forward, making sure to move out of the way of the angry Atrisian and took a knee before the Hutt and his bewitching translator and bowed her head before removing her mask.

"Ohhhh great Sotta. I am Kyra Quez from clan Quez of Mandalore. I am the leader of a modest pirate fleet in the Outer Rim territories. I humbly offer our merry band to be your eyes, ears, and sword in the Mandalore Sector...The To Vhin are friends to you."

[member="Umedara Zaar"] [member="Aeron Tosh"] [member="Carter Pierce"] [member="The Prince"] [member="Uiaua the Hutt"]

 

[Uiaua the Hutt]

The massive Hutt had his tree trunks of arms crossed over his chest, a slight clicking from one of his bladed cybernetics. Interesting. The power dynamic was changing...some part of him considered if he could assassinate them all here. Take up the power in one fell swoop.

[SIZE=11pt]But he had no interest in ruling.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Instead the massive Hutt finally boomed out his request, though to some extent it almost sounded like a demand.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I want weapons. And the ability to produce weapons.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Uiawa was an unwavering short, when he wanted something he got it one way or another. It was painfully obvious that the rag tag and jagged warriors in Uiawa’s small little army of bodyguards were getting jumpy at the mere thought of being able to turn all this wealth towards the production of shiny things to beat, smash, stab, vaporize, blast, shred. They were a violent type of people.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You have me and my Fiends under those circumstances and no other.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Being physically imposing was how Uiawa tried to get what he wanted. His grizzled form staring directly at the disgusting slug that was Sotta.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Kyra Quez"] [member="Umedara Zaar"] [member="Erden Tarkhan deWinter"] [/SIZE]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Umedara let out a chortle when Quez began to speak, but oh pirates were not the modest sort. No, but a song in Mandalore and an arm in the Outer Rim? That was awfully hard to pass up and it sounded like this one was willing to work her way up. Gatonk was busy brooding as he had returned to his spot beside Sotta, and Umedara cleared her throat and crossed toward Quez. Crissov the Major Domo wanted to object, but then there was the Cybernetic man, Gatonk - his beefy arms crossed over his chest the unnerving cold look from the dead red in his holoscope eye. The Twi'lek backed down and the Mirialan was going to have her say, "Quez, is it?" Umedara began and her voice curled around the word, "friends?"

It danced in the air just as the Mirialan tip toed toward Quez, "my, my yes - yes we are looking for a hand, a leg, a gun and a pair of beautiful eyes in the Outer Rim. We're also looking for a nice arm in our next job. If you're up for it, and if your friend is down for it - we've got an operation coming up. You want in? Well." The Mirialan withdrew a holocard from her bosoms. "Take this, and meet us in Commenor at this restaurant. Don't worry, the bar's on us."

"Now," Her attention shifted toward Uiaua the Hutt who laid somewhere between the grotesque and artistic, why he looked so macabre he ought to be both. Cybernetic, muscular Hutt who proclaimed to want the weapons, the violent means of negotiation. Umedara twirled back to face Sotta who only gave her a look. The criminal turned back to face the massive blob. "Sotta has no arguments, he just wants to know what he gets out of you making the weapons? A discount? See, he wants to know what it's worth."

"Kid, you're gonna be up with Quez. Here's the card, meet us on Commenor. We've got a job."

"Goes for the rest of you as well, you wanna work? Wanna become a Mogul? Own and operate large swaths of territory reaping from the galaxy at war? Then here's your deal. Come work with us, show us what you're made of. We'll consider it, as far you rivals or partners. Show us why you're worth the effort, do not be that poor schutta who demanded respect." Rude. "Booze is free at the cantina upstairs, anyone interested in an one on one conversation can stick around."

[member="Uiaua the Hutt"] | [member="Kyra Quez"] | [member="Carter Pierce"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Aaramis Ker"]

 

[Uiaua the Hutt]

Uiawa's cold eyes returned the stare, he was a killing machine: of that there could be simply no doubt, and around him had come fiends and scum who too wanted to be killing machines like the unnaturally massive and muscular monster before this gathering crowd. He pondered, of course, the mere prospect of those guns not being turned against Sotta was more than enough benefits in Uiawa's savage mind: but, he was smarter than to announce such a thing.

He looked pass the puny whelp, and instead looked to his fellow Hutt. A booming response to the question.

"A discount will suffice."

It would suffice well. He had little interest in getting these weapons throughout the Cartel, no, he had every intent to strangle every puny defense force he could get his massive and monstrous hands around.

[member="Umedara Zaar"]