Making some new 'friends'

[FN-2446]

The White Palace, Base of the Hutt Cartel​

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Treck would scan the area around, he didn't have his blaster rifle in hand, but he had it with him. He glared around the 'Palace' through his metal mask. If it had something to do with Crimes and a Gang, it was the Hutts. Treck didn't have to meet alot of people to know that. He entered the palace, looking around to the people that had surrounded him.. this was one of very few things that Wowed him. This was one of them. He was impressed, something that had rarely happened. ​

He approached the Hutt, staring him in the eyes through the metal mask he wore. No look of fear on his face. Treck was a true warrior of the Sith. He had a favor to ask of the Hutt, in exchange for dealing with one of the Hutt's problems.​

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"Greetings.... I come here today in exchange for a favor."​

He paused, staring around the room to let the Hutts sink in with whatever he said.​

"I ask of you to get me some way of communication with the One Sith, anyone and everyone."​

"I'll pay you in exchange for dealing with a task of you."​

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Treck had stopped, he had nothing else to say. He stared around the room once more, looking at all the Criminals, or, friends, perhaps?​

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[member="Sempra the Hutt"]​

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]​

[member="Darth Carolus"]​

 

[Darth Carolus]

Carolus would be walking from the Jackal's wing of the grand palace, hearing the sound of what he could only assume a child lost, he would walk in the direction of its source. The sound of his boots hitting the ground would echo the room as he got closer, eventually he would come out of the sides and become completely visible to [member="Treck"].

"A lost pup."

The tone wold be neutral, with a hint of enjoyment. The Sith Lord wore his usual attire which consisted of leather armour under a black robe, his face covered by a metal mask with engravings upon it with the only hole revealing his right eye to be corrupted fully by the dark-side. It would easily be noted the bulge at his right hip, easily indicating multiple attachments to his belt.

"Quite a place to be lost, announce your name to me."

 

[FN-2446]

Treck had stopped looking around the room, he had felt something, something strong, a force stronger than him. He turned around to meet the Masked Face of Darth Carolus. Treck had a mask on as well, but not as decorated as his.​

He spoke as loud as he spoke when he was speaking to Sempra,​

"Treck. And, aye, a lost Pup indeed."​

If Carolus could even feel Treck's power, it would be like a Grasshopper compared to a Krayt Dragon, Carolus was the dragon.​

He was in Carolus' home court now, and it was Carolus' turn to make his move.​

[member="Darth Carolus"] | [member="Sempra the Hutt"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]​

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra watched the two sith engaging in discussion. He had thought the One Sith would only send one representative, not several. Something felt like these sith were here on more personal basis then that of the enpire the One Sith ruled.
Then again, such a vast empire surely has several underlords with their own agendas. Carolus would certainly be the one this new one sought.

He could not but ponder wether there was a sith that truly would settle in as a loyal servant of the hutts.
He grabbed an eel and swallowed it.
Probably not, he decided.

Then he sat back giving the two the space required to continue their conversation.

[member="Darth Carolus"]
[member="Treck"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

He gave [member="Sempra the Hutt"], a nod his head the sharp geometric lines jutting down and towards the ground giving the cyborg a peculiar look, there was a pause and a breath as the air began to solidify and become visible in a small clouds of swirling vapour, steam. "My lord." he said to Sempra, he moved forward towards [member="Treck"], he wanted to put himself between the Sith and the Hutt, there was no telling what a Sith might be planning but for now he stood to his side a few paces off.

 

[Darth Carolus]

Taking off his mask, Quin would look at it and then towards [member="Treck"]. For a moment he would look at the acolyte with an almost overpowering yearning, simply putting his mask upon the side of his hip attached to his belt.

"I sense the darkness within you pup, your intentions are clouded and unsettled, something that may harm something of my interests."

Taking a step to the right, his right eye would observe the acolyte a moment before sighing.

"What is it that you want exactly?"

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]