Odd Job (Momma the Hutt)

[Tanalth]

Even as she made her way to Nar Shadda Jenna Templar still had to wonder why she was here to begin with. She knew why just not WHY. As confusing as it sounded it was just as so to her. All of it started as a simple invitation from an apparent "new player" known as Momma the Hutt. Word had it she was looking for "the right kind of girls" for something or other. Jenna had not given too much thought into it to be honest. If anything she thought it was just more attempts at someone trying to hire the right kind of muscle while trying to weasel their way into having more power. Jenna already had enough as it was by working with the Red Ravnes.​

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Yet, as un-luck would have it, Momma was a good friend of the Ravens. Apparently someone had dropped her name to the Hutt and now she was basically being dragged into meeting with her. She had a feeling she was going to regret it but, at the same time, knew better than to say 'no' to a Hutt's invitation; not if she didn't want to end up with her pieces being mailed to different planets. So reluctantly she'd come to Nar Shadda, arriving at the spot where she was to meet with Momma the hutt. She was dressed in her usual turtleneck-dress with her thigh-high boots and the blaster holsters around her chest and arms. She had a very annoyed look as she exited the shuttle she'd taken from the spaceport in order to get here, only await to be announced or whatever by Momma.​

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[member="Momma the Hutt"]​

 

[Momma the Hutt]

Momma the Hutt was a very busy and powerful woman and she could always need more help around here. Her empire was large and her slaves had the beauty that could rival many of the young actresses in HoloWood. Why, she needed someone to protect them, and perhaps this Templar girl that the Red Ravens had recommended could do the right job. She needed someone on call and Momma paid a generous amount to people who could get the job done right.

They were going to be meeting in her meeting room. It had a giant circular table in the middle and a special seat made just for her. Her other guards would allow the mercenary access to her room. She needed a body guard for them after all, and if the lady was lovely, why she might even pass as one of her little beautiful slaves after all.

“Koose bu cheeka du!”
Bring the woman in!

Her voice was deep, loud, and commanding. Her fingers formed a gesture and she waited for the door to open wide.

| [member="Jenna Templar"] |

 

[Tanalth]

Jenna was finally called in, sighing as she knew this was going to end in some stupid manner. Just her luck. She entered the large meeting room, taking a sec to look around and admire the layout. It was only then that she finally saw [member="Momma the Hutt"] in person, and damn she was only half of what she expected. She'd known how some Hutts were asexual and didn't have specific genders, but if this one was supposed to be a woman at least she somewhat looked it. Jenna had raised an eyebrow at the sight of her before taking a seat, all the time mentally telling herself not to say or do anything that would tick her off.

Taking a seat in the center she said "Momma the Hutt, I'm guessing?" while recounting how to understand Hutt in her mind.

 

[Momma the Hutt]

The woman was taller than most average human females she had seen, and she had a nice tan and fairly straight hair. Momma could probably add her to her collection but her style was rather plain. Momma stroked her plump chin and smile. “Uba seian pahapke. Dobra Momma.” She said. You guessed correctly, I am Momma. It wasn’t so hard to assume that. There was only one gorgeous hutt here, and that was she.

“Jee bimapa uba doth wa dan ree haku uba woy. Toupee mi vehpobaee mee houanka”
I assume you’re good at what you do. Tell me about your accomplishments.

Of course she wouldn’t have just anybody work for her and defend her girls. She was in show business once in her life. She had to hire the best; and the best wasn’t random people who went about flinging their guns at random things. No, she wanted people who had style.

“Woy uba gee bkeua, Jenna?”
Do you have style, Jenna?

| [member="Jenna Templar"] |

 

[Tanalth]

Understand Hutt, since it was among many languages she learned during her old training, Jenna had to think exactly what she meant by accomplishments. "Well, for a while I worked as a spy for the Omega Protectorate. Some industrial espionage. Covert operations. Undercover assignments. Not to mention this one time I had to pretend to be a chiss for a week. Not the best of time cleaning all that blue off of me." The way she counted things off made it seem like it was nothing short of just another job for her. "But after the whole Netherworld incident a while back...thing's were different. I would up with the Ravens and have basically been doing what I can." After that when she asked about style Jenna gave a curious look before asking "What sort of style exactly? You mean...?" more confused now than ever.

[member="Momma the Hutt"]

 

[Momma the Hutt]

Oh good. This young fellow didn’t need a translator, which was convenient although Momma the hutt could afford to give her one. She had lots of chums working for her, some that didn’t need as much pay as the others. Momma was a generous hutt and gave the people that worked for her more than they deserved, she thought. She had lots of spice going around the planet after all.

But the way she talked about her accomplishments, it was all yadda-yadda to the gorgeous hutt. She wanted something striking. Something fresh.

“Bkeua, nehen. Haven’t uba babau dee concept?”
Style, woman. Haven’t you heard of the concept?

Momma ordered one of her twi’lek servants to hand her a freshly lit smoking stick. Smoke moved away from its end, drifting off into the roof of the building. It was quite good and smelled like incense. Delicious.

“Bu dan da oto vo uba bolla. Bkeua. Fa cahcata veee bai bla ritke coo uba doth.”
The kind that keeps you going. Style. It allows everyone to know just who you are.

She motioned to her flamboyant appearance. Hutts on their own were quite bare, robust creatures. They were plump and unappealing to most races. Momma on the other hand was gorgeous, androgynous though looked more like a woman than most women did.

“Hee toupee mi coo uba doth, Jenna.”
So tell me who you are, Jenna.

| [member="Jenna Templar"] |

 

[Tanalth]

The way she explained it made a little more sense to Jenna. By style she meant way of doing things. How she worked, How she acted. And hear she thought she meant dancing or the like. And to think she worried she might be a dancer for this hutt. Then again.... Ah. But that would have to been seen first. Instead Jenna nodded and leaned back in her chair, deliberately crossing her legs in order to try and emphasize her "style" to the Hutt before actually explaining it.

"My style is the type that adheres to the mission. Need me to be silent? You'll never know I was there. Need me to be noisy? I'll be the only thing heard. Need me far away? Just need enough time to find the right spot to sit back and watch. Need me up close? Well....let's just say it's a good thing you've got me sitting down?" She brushed her leg before smirking a "How's that for style, Momma?"

[member="Momma the Hutt"]

 

[Momma the Hutt]

So Jenna knew how to take instructions which was very good for Momma. She needed someone who knew what to do, though also knew how to shut up and listen to others. There were just some people who didn’t know how to take directions. Jenna seemed smart; perhaps the Red Ravens did know who to send to her after all.

Momma the Hutt smiled and rubbed her hands together before letting out a low and hefty laugh. She clapped her hands.

“X'hoo, Jenna. X'hoo.”
Excellent, Jenna. Excellent.

Perhaps this mercenary would be perfect for the meantime.

Or maybe she needed a droid.

| [member="Jenna Templar"] |

 

[Tanalth]

The clap of approval was both a good sign and a relieving one. Jenna was glad to make an impression on a Hutt, especially one that seemed hard to keep happy like Momma. Still Jenna was glad she at least passed that little test with getting on her bad side; usually that had meant death and nothing more. Still sitting Jenna leaned foeard with a smirk and asked "Great. So what exactly can girl like me do for a....refined Hutt like yourself?"

[member="Momma the Hutt"]

 

[Momma the Hutt]

It was a silly question that this Jenna Templar asked. For her to wonder just what she could do for Momma. Why what couldn’t this woman do for her? She was a mercenary! She should know how to work guns. In fact, perhaps Momma needed to hire tons more people with guns who could protect her beautiful stars.

“Pateesa, chu uba lova jee wa moulee-ra shag. Da wanga!”
Darling, as you can see I have a lot of slaves. Beautiful ones!

She’d gesture to the slaves that were by her side now, ready to obey her every command and do whatever she wanted them to do. They were always at her beck and call and Momma promised them a life of stardom someday; definitely more than what other hutts gave their slaves.

“Wompa da, la lova nu footoo! Pankee ata Holowood ku kah keh lee jee pee de. Jee-wee maka Holo. Tolo ja da!”
And one day, they’ll all be stars! I’ll take over HoloWood myself if I have to. We’ll be making movies. Tons of them!

She clapped at that thought. She was very much entertained with her own ideas and perhaps if Jenna was wise, she could see the light of day too.

“Tagwa, footoo pee chah blastoh du goola. An da wanga uba chinka!”
But of course, stars need protection from their rabid fans. And that is where you come in.

| [member="Jenna Templar"] |

 

[Tanalth]

As she indicated them Jenna looked over when [member="Momma the Hutt"] showed off her slaves. They were more than the usual type used for labor or dancing it seemed. She intended to make these girls stars for Holowood? A very odd goal to say the least. But then again Hutts were sort of weird to begin with. Jenna kept nodding when she explained her plan for the girls before then hearing that what Momma wanted from her was to be a bodyguard for the girls. Jenna was a bit conflicted with this, seeing as she was better off going around and doing things and not being stuck in one place just o babysit. However the idea did seem easy. Just keep a bunch of dancer safe. No big deal. And as she had thought before it was better not to antagonize a Hutt if she wanted to keep her life.

"One question." Jenna had. "Are you planning to dress me up like them too?"

 

[Momma the Hutt]

“Uba sey fa bacaka fa ah koudane kaa.”
You say it like it’s a bad thing.

And was it really? Why, her girls were the most fabulous creatures to walk the earth. And well, her men too. They had trainers, instructors, not bad for slaves right? Hell, her slaves were grateful to just be by her side. They actually had a shot at something instead of the ones made to move around like creepy dancers. Momma was doing everyone a favour.

“Tee, nobata. Kuna kee nahchogn gee bai cahka kaa da”
Well, no. You’ll probably have to wear something that’ll allow you to move.

Her tiny fingers stroked her plump chin. Well, Jenna was tall and she was definitely strong for a woman. She could certainly find something comfortable—but still gorgeous—for her to move around in. It wasn’t like Momma didn’t like her style, but the whole “chick in gogo boots” was so last season. Now slick was in, and Momma did like it slick.

“Jeejee doth meeto toe woy uba ye wanya azalus an wodue!”
We’re gonna make you look badass and fabulous!

| [member="Jenna Templar"] |

 

[Tanalth]

Jenna's eyebrow had cocked again at [member="Momma the Hutt"] explaining what she had i mind. Looking good and fabulous and badass all rolled into one? What? Did she not look it now? She even looked herself over for a minute, noting how she had caught plenty of men's attention with just the boots alone. But, AGAIN, not wanting to tick her off and risk losing everything Jenna only shrugged and said "Hey, if you can make me look like that I'd do anything you want. Just let me keep the guns."

 

[Momma the Hutt]

Momma the hutt clapped her hand. Yes! Jenna was a good one indeed! Even though she probably disagreed with Momma she kept it to herself. Of course her opinions were wrong and she didn’t know what it was like in HoloWood. This girl was pretty young. How old was she? In her mid twenties? Something like that? Momma grinned.

“Tee kea, see pacmhanaduee uba caiot oto vo bu wanga. In ting jeejee hatkocanh gee uba hataw bom bom. Bonee wagan uba gee chiia mee webauag nei.”
Well hun, of course you can keep the guns. Maybe we’ll have you upgraded too. Once you’ve proven your loyalty to me.

And of course, her money. Momma’s money was earned through the hard work of her and her slaves at her little spice company. Perhaps she’d take Jenna there to guard her some day, but for now, it wasn’t really likely. Why, some of Momma’s spice was her own special ingredients and she couldn’t just take anybody there, especially a mercenary who just came to her.

“Nan cay mi, kea. Jeejee hatkocanh panbipa uba bai mee tam winkee piohana.”
Come with me, hun. We’ll lead you to your new sleeping quarters.

The hutt woman would then start rolling on her chair which actually was designed to help her move around. It levitated and hovered across the room. Soon they’d enter an elevator with transparent glass that would take them to another floor. The servant handling the elevator smiled greatly at Jenna.

Momma the hutt would lead Jenna through several doors. If she’s been to HoloWood, she could probably tell her little place was designed to mimic that of the HoloWood hotel. Momma was looking forward to returning to HoloWood with a vengeance.

“Wata uba doth, pateesa.”
Here you are, darling.

Of course, she could’ve just asked another servant to bring Jenna up, but she liked seeing the look of delight on their faces. It was a medium sized room with a queen-sized bed. There was a durasteel vanity, a large closet, and a place for her to hang her weapons. It had its own bathroom, The room was entirely designed to mimic some of HoloWoods most classic films. It was dainty, pink, and delightful!

| [member="Jenna Templar"] |

 

[Tanalth]

At least [member="Momma the Hutt"] was smart enough to keep things hidden or back from Jenna until she proved loyal. She had the feeling the Hutt thought she was right about everything, something a lot of Hutts tended to be actually. And, again, something Jenna didn't want to argue. When she was told to follow she stood and walked beside the floating chair of the Hutt, noting how either she was out of shape or just wanted to not waste the energy. Either way it made the picture of them both walking all the more odd. As they walked on Jenna noted how the entire place was like one big fancy hotel, even with the glass elevator and the smiling servants. She only cocked an eyebrow at them when they smiled, indicating she wasn't the type to try and woo. Once they came to her room she looked a bit surprised at the set up, only in her mind hating how it looked to girly. She wasn't that much of a girly-girl after all.

"How....nice." she said, trying keep a positive tone.