Planet Caravan

[Jan'Moosh]

The palace was bursting with life and excitement. Scantily-clad Twi'lek slaves stood next to the Hutt, who was gripping tightly onto a large chain which was attached to one of his slave's slave collar. Clutched in his mouth was a long, solid black cigarette holder that gripped a lit unfiltered cigarette on the end.

He puffed on the cigarette as he supervised his operation. Armed guards were scattered around the palace and exotic creatures stumbled around. The Hutt's protocol droid quickly rushed back to it's master's side, standing completely stationary.

Cackling loudly, the Hutt quickly tugged on the chain of one of the Twi'lek slaves, before quickly turning his attention back to the entrance.

[member="Cali"]

 

[Cali]

She got off the smugglers ship, and gave the pilot what few credits she had left. She was broke and on the run, from her former employer. She did wonder if this was a trap though, as she had no idea where she was. She had no weapons or other means to defend herself at moment. She looked at the pilot and asked him ​So yo know anywhere I might find some work, or a place to stay? ​He looked at her almost relived to get rid of his cargo, and in dry voice with sense just being happy to get rid of her, ​You could always try the hutt,,I believe he always after the odd dancer. He chuckled as he finished saying it, though the idea of dancing for a hutt she found disgusting, though she might find work their. So she head in the direction of his palace, to see if she could find some work. She had no idea what she might be letting herself in for, then again she did not care ether.

[member="Jan'Moosh"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Jan'Moosh"] Ξ [member="Cali"]

​

Criminal operations, corrupted power, slavery. Hutts we're the worst of them for these things. Come to think of it had there ever really been an half decent hutt? Although with how large the galaxy really is no one keeps tabs on everything. Things slip by and shrugged off. Everything is in perral but the hutt had assets that deemed useful. Bounty hunters was always useful. Sure they where just as scumb like and didn't regard laws as long as the job was done and most would rather risk everything that let the reputations slide for giving out information to the wrong person unless money was involved. Either way the hutt had undermined it's self worth and power.

The dynamic freighter II hurdled down the the surface of the world locating the nearest Spaceport to this hutt. "This is Sanya Val Lerium Requesting permission to land." She lowered the speed of the craft on her approach waiting for a reply. "Permission granted, please make your way to hanger nineteen." The person replayed with a husky voice. Although as she came into land another craft swooped it taking it. "KARKING ARSE" she shouted out in frustration. "Hanger bay eighteen it is then." Her face displayed she was angery at the pilot. Dangerous flying was a problem in this sector and no one had much respect. Although it wasn't like Sanya to get angry but things like that got to her.

As she walked off the ships loading ramp in a storm Maria would walk behind her at the same pace. Looking to the hanger on the left that was hanger nineteen Sanya saw a woman leaving it. As much as Sanya would have liked to have made a scene. She would simply walk up to the girl with a calm level head. "Excuse me miss?" She spoke out loudly to her direction.

 

[Jan'Moosh]

The calming and enjoyable atmosphere quickly shifted over into chaos and anarchy. The criminal and scum began to hurriedly attempt to escape the area, while Jan'Moosh's guards quickly rushed down the hall, weapons in hand. With a panicked tone, Jan'Moosh's protocol droid quickly rushed to it's master's side, proceeding to ramble.

"Master! We...We have detected in an intruder!".

The Hutt chuckled, quickly taking another puff from the cigarette clenched in his mighty maw. Jan'Moosh quickly bellowed in Huttese before exhaling a thick, white cloud of cigarette smoke. "How do we know, master?! Well...The palace security has detected an uninvited visitor in the-", However, before the Hutt could finish, the Hutt shook it's head, plucking the cigarette holder from it's mouth once again.

"Chuba me chasa hopoe ma na nolia!", The Hutt roared in outraged as he glared at his personal protocol droid. "No, master! I had no intention of insulting you! I was simply-", However, the Hutt interrupted the droid mid-sentence, muttering in Huttese. "Sir, are...a-are you certain!?", the droid questioned which only angered the Hutt further. "Alright...Understood, master! I shall call off the guards!".

Quickly, the droid wandered off, returning several minutes later. The guards slowly began to pour back into the room. Nearly everyone inside was clearly nervous as they had just abandoned a potential threat. The Hutt whispered to the droid, before quickly reeling back in it's stone throne, beckoning for another cigarette as it handed the droid it's empty cigarette holder.

[member="Cali"]

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

 

[Cali]

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Jan'Moosh"]

She headed in the direction that smuggler sent her, it was certainly a Hutt world. The place was polluted, and you could see acid rain scars on the brick work. As she entered his cantina, he took a stool away from the bar. She was looking for some one who might present her an opportunity for work, though everyone seemed a little on edge. A sure sign of this was blasters, where on the table and holsters where undone, this made it easier for them to grab. She was unsure how to proceed with looking for work, in this atmosphere. As people on edge never did like talking to new faces. A barman came over to her and asked her What your poison? ​She looked at him knowing she had no money to pay for the drink, decide to reply ​Not sure yet, I will go to bar when I know. She did think of ordering a drink, but decide against it as she would have to find away to pay.

 

[Jan'Moosh]

Minutes later, the droid finally returned to it's master's side, slowly placing the cigarette holder in the Hutt's mouth, the cigarette on the end already lit. The smoke produced a dark, rich tobacco smell as the Hutt calmly puffed on the cigarette before turning towards the droid. "Chuba! Caba tinka caba dee unko!", The Hutt bellowed, turning his attention over to the entrance.

"Understood. I shall retrieve the intruder.", The droid said with a nod before quickly hurrying down the hall. Several minutes later, [member="Cali"] would most likely see a droid step into the bar room. "If you have just recently entered the palace...s-stand up!", The droid said, obviously panicked.

(Sorry for the short post.)

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

 

[Cali]

[member="Jan'Moosh"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

Cali looked at droid, and then again at the people in the bar. She had to fight her nature, and she stood up. She saw couple people point their carbines at her, she had no choice but to submit. She hated and she had no plan to deal with it, she was only had one plan at that point and that was for bed for night. In an annoyed voice she said to droid, ​Okay then what next? Half of her wanted to run, but she no where to run too. Other half wanted to follow the droid and find out where it lead, so she waited for the droids next move. She would see why she was being called an intruder, after all it was just a cantina was it not.

(sorry for short post too)

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Cali"] Ξ [member="Jan'Moosh"]

Sanya gritted her teeth watching the girl walk into the bar. Maybe she didn't hear her with all the noise about. Never the less Sanya would follow her inside. Just before she entered she shifted the sabers to the back of her belt so they'd be covered by the cloak. "Maria wait here." She said to the droid as Sanya entered the bar. As Sanya entered tthe bar alone and looked around for the girl. She couldn't just drop been almost crashed into and stealing the space. But the woman may or may not have been the pilot. She quickly swooped over to the bar and got a simple water. As she turned around Sanya saw the girl sat down at the table. She approved the girl from behind tapping her shoulder. "Excuse me miss, I don't suppose that your the pilot of that ship that just docked in hanger nineteen would you?" She asked in a calm tone but enough to make herself heard. Seconds later a Droid asked that those who'd just arrived to stand up although Sanya was already stood so that solved that. As blasters flew about the room pointing at her and the girl Sanya put her hands behind her back grasping hold of the sabers ready to pull them off. It was clear the hutt made his presents and intentions. All Sanya would do was give off a small smirk as she knocked her head back to push the hood from off her head.


Ooc: O.O slow down you two lol gimi chance

 

[Jan'Moosh]

Slowly, the droid approached the woman. "T-this way, Ma'am.", slowly the Droid turned towards [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], gesturing her to follow as well. "You as w-well.". The droid then proceeded to spin around, making it's way down the hallway. If the two chose to follow, they would see nervous patrons glaring at them as they casually sipped their beverages. Two large Chiss guards stood at the end of the hallway, blaster rifles in each hand.

If they managed to make it past the guards, they would see the palace of the Hutt. The Hutt was perched upon a large, stone dais while he puffed on the cigarette at the end of the cigarette holder. A Twi'lek slave would be seated next to the Hutt as it examined the visitors. The droid slowly managed to climb back up next to it's master, speaking in a nervous and slightly frightened tone.

"They're here, master."

The Hutt glared down at the two, waiting in complete silence. Then, the Hutt abruptly burst into laughter. "Die wanna wanga!", The Hutt bellowed.

Slowly, the droid began to translate the Crime Lord's Huttese. "Master Jan'Moosh welcomes you."

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

[member="Cali"]

 

[Ikari Ike]

[member="Jan'Moosh"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Cali"]

The smallest person in the room and most careful as the little shadowguard that could stood off to the side. One good thing about bars... okay two. THey were dark, they were crowded and they usually smelled... Okay three but either way it gave her a chance to move through the crowd as she was sensing some things in the bar. The different bodies acting as a shield before the tiny atrisian had her attention on two woman and there was a hutt while she stay quiet, meek and within almost the shadow of a large Ithorian talking to some zabraks. "Wonder what is happening." She said it low and to herself while she moved to not get in the way of the server droids.

 

[Cali]

[member="Ikari Ike"] [member="Jan'Moosh"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

She followed the droid as it told her "T-this way, Ma'am." as they moved towards where ever she was being lead to, it stopped at another woman. She as a cora and a little shorter than her, and was a Jedi of some sort. She could tell this by the oddly shaped lightsaber she could see. The droid then told her to "You as w-well.", and gestured that she followed them as well. They carried on walking until they past some guards, and then she saw the Hutt. He had the obligatory Twi'lek slave draped over him. He then bellowed in huttese ​"Die wanna wanga" ​The droid then translated it, and said "Master Jan'Moosh welcomes you." She gave a polite nod of her head, she was unsure what she would be doing next, but at least her proper status was recognised and was welcomed by hutt, huts where not all ignorant after all. Though a larger part of her was screaming it is a trap.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Cali"] Ξ [member="Ikari Ike"] Ξ [member="Jan'Moosh"]

Well an audience was easier than expected. She would give a slight nod of her head also eying up the hutt as he extended his greetings. "bimapa uba doth [member="Jan'Moosh"]." She said in huttese asking if he was the right hutt. Course she wasn't fluent in the language and only knew so much. While waiting in response here eyes would peer around the room full of people and blasters. for now it was escape routes and brake in points. If this hutt was the right one and was the same as many others, the over grown slug would sleep in the same spot where it would lounge all day. Power was hard to gain but easily lost and that was what she was here to prove. Maybe someone in this room could be also influenced with credits or some kind of payment to help out.