Proclamation - the treaty of Vontor [Dominion of Klatooine]

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 2 of 20
Location: The White Palace
Tag: [member="Catalys Maijora"]

The Pantoran knew that Hutt's weren't a very discerning bunch to begin with, but the sight of the Umbaran agent cemented the fact that they'd let anyone in here.

Anyone with the credits to pay the cover charge. And Catalys, like the witch boy, didn't work for free. The Primeval was their religion, but the Bleeding Sun didn't exactly count for community service. As for what one of the Host Lord's personal enforcers was doing on Srilurr...

"Children have fun at parties when adults aren't around," the boy offered in reply. That was more of a guess really, from what he'd seen in holo-sitcoms or teenage dramas. They didn't exactly have parties in the ghettos of Coruscant. Unless you counted the celebration and quite literal fight-to-the-death which might erupt on the rare occasion of someone from the upper levels throwing out half a pizza.

So just what had drug the hound of the Host Lord out of Bastion? "Come to find some Twi'lek to be the next Mrs. Maijora?" the youth inquired wryly. "Or would a Gamorrean be more your type?"

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Kind of a waste-" he said taking the long slender wrapping from [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"], with a flick of his wrist he dabbed the smouldering roll diagonally, smoking debri falling from its head. "-I don't smoke, well can't." his fist crossing his chest with a 'thud' 'thud'. "With all this power I still can't enjoy a stiff drink or a smoke." he said the vapors washing out of his chest in a swirling mass, it left a grate one might presume them to be his respirator system.

 

[Cecily Demici]

"Her most Serene Highness! The Countess of Serenno!"
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The voice of one of the Countess' escorts announced loudly from the doors to the feasting chamber. Both were dressed in the aquamarine colors of the House Demici of Serenno and the crest glistened on their breast. In unison they opened the doors and standing before the feast was the Countess herself, twinkling like starlight in a flowing white gown, one her head a starburst tiara denoting her rightful place as ruler of the Mandolorian planet.

There was no more fanfare after this, it was really rather rushed, but she wasted no time as she strode across the hall to Sempra and bowed low. "My Lord Sempra, on behalf of the my Throne and the Great Houses of Serenno, I congratulate you," she said happily and gestured to the room, "I trust I have a place of honor?"

[member="sempra the hutt"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

There was an incline of his head as he pushed past [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"], the sharp movement sending ripples of movement through his coat, the tassels moving to the accordance of the breeze and slight displacement of the coat it's squares of garish colour and crude needle work giving it an almost cape like form as it breathed deeply of the cyborg's figure and exhaling and moving away at a gust of air.

"Who let the kid in." he addressed [member="Boo Chiyo"], he knew he was the Primevals 'ambassador', they hadn't formally met but he knew a little bit of the child. "I'm surprised the Primevals, would send a child the third time. Three insults, three times a child has mocked us." there was a glow a sliver of satisfaction, a discolouration of the eye's and a smile that only touched them. "I'm surprised the host has a humour, or we're in the presence of a very special child." he said mocking, the venom clear in his word's.

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali sits on a stool at a bar holding his Novainian grog tightly, continuously sipping from it.

He rubs his hand through his hair and Yawns boredom struck his mind. With nothing to do he just sat there hand on his head, elbow on the table. Just sitting around awaiting for something exciting to happen.

He lifts up his drink to his mouth Swallowing down the rest of his drink "Bar keep another." He taps on the table.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis sits in the bar, at least a gallons of booze down, at least another two to go. His hand was filled with two cups of more booze, the brown swill swishing as he threw his arms around with merriful glee. "Cadan, I feel like we need more booze! Scratch that, I need more booze, what you are lacking are some Twi'lek girls beneath your arms!" Thraxis said with glee filled in his voice.

Thraxis looked to the Captain, there he was bullying little kids... again, "Captain! Get over here and be merry with the rest of us! You're too high strung today!" he yelled out to his captain, though he knew that there wasn't a day that the Captain wasn't a grumpy old koot. Thraxis then turned back to the bar, looking to the bar keep he stated firmly, "I believe I need at the very least, three more pints of Cognack, any kind will do really, two tankards filled with Novanion Grog and a bottle of Sullustan Wine to wash it down. You do have that right?" Thraxis inquired, wondering if this bar was up to his standards ridiculous standards.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: White palace celebration
Post 5/20

With a gust of wind a delegation of Klattonians arrived into the throne room. Their stern faces and regal posture indicated that their origin were not of the simple kind. Their leader, swept his cloak away leaving his ceremonial breastplate and steel sword hilt visible.
He moved up toward the throne of Sempra with a proud face.

Sempra blew out some smoke from his pipe and grinned nodding at the new arrival. He then tilted his head somewhat waiting patiently.

"I am Gur-Da of the Khel clans." the Klatonian chief announced. "I am here to honor the treaty of Vontor and renew our bond with the mighty hutts. May your reign last another throusand years mighty Sempra."

And with that he and his escort fell to their knees.

Sempra slowly placed the pipe to his side and hummed.

"I accept your servitude once more loyal ones. Your wisdom honors you and will save your tribes prosperity for generations to come." he replied and motioned for them to stand. As they did however, the chief hesitantly continued.

"Mighty hutt, while already many of us are bowing to your throne... there are tribes who still believe themselves free from the treaty." he took another bow but remained standing.

Sempras face twisted and the tree frog on his hand was crushed in an instance inside his mighty fist.

"Let them know that if I find any rebels among your people they wil be dealt with, harshly. there is no excuse to such disloyalty - their families willbe torn apart and for generations to come their children will work the mines of Kessel." he hissed. He turned his head toward [member="Flannigan Mcnash"].

"Perhaps it is time we sent a ship to Klatooine reminding the doubters who their true protectors are."

The Klatooinan emissary remained silent, bowed again and backed off.

Then as [member="Cecily de Demici"] was announced Sempra looked up and smiled at her. He listened to her request and while slaves rushed forth to see to her desires the hutt pointed his open palm toward a table filled with food and bewerage from all corners of the galaxy. The table was situated on an elevated level close by to the hutts throne.

"I trust that you will find my hospitality generous enough my lady." he grinned.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan sat with Thraxis, with a small bag of dust inside his burnt trench coat. "Aye, a Twi'lek or two would be just fine right now." Cadan sat at the table with two shots of whiskey in front of him. He downed the first one, then raise the second one to the sky. "One for you Fiarr." He said before downing the second shot.

He sat back and let Thraxis do the yelling, before pulling the bag from his coat. He opened the pouched being careful to not spill any of the valuable spice inside. The spice was some kind of hallucinogen. Cadan looked around then sat back before letting the spice take over. Taking him away from the harsh reality that he had grown to love.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"]

 

[Cecily Demici]

Cecily curtseyed respectfully to the Supreme Mogul, but when slaves came forward to assist her, she recoiled. She had heard rumors of slavery being practiced by the cartel, but had heard conflicting accounts of slavery being outlawed by their predecessors. Her nostrils flared in rage before she remembered herself.

"No!.. No, I-I prefer to be served by my own personal attendants, thank you Lord Sempra," she said with great effort as the slaves hesitated. She waved her hand dismissively and her own escorts rushed forward to assist her to her place as she felt suddenly quite weak at the knees. As she sat down at the table, she recovered, but only just. She looked around the vast throne room. Slaves were everywhere, standing ready to attend to Sempra's guests. Men, women, children, of all races and it sickened her, but she dare not make a spectacle here, so far from the protective tendrils of the Republic.

"My dear Sempra, what... fine specimens you have," she mastered herself and spoke with the utmost sincerity now, "and you have so many.. I wonder, how much might it cost to procure a few of them for my own purposes? We are never short of need in my household and, as you know, the slave trade has been outlawed within the borders of the Republic."

Her own attendants looked on in horror as their Lady seemingly opened negotiations to procure slaves... at a banquet... in Hutt space.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Ursa the Hutt]

Ursa has been skulking about the White Palace all afternoon, looking for and listening for secrets. All of the visitors to the palace would surely yield some new developments in the galaxy. Alas! It was not so and as her creeping about came to an end she found her way to the feast in the throne room of the devilshly handsome and ooooh sooo powerful Sempra. Her mucus ducts were aflame with lust at just the thought of that hulking Hutt god.

So naturally, she made her way to his dais, where she placed herself as close as possible to his immediate right. "Oooh poopsie, you've outdone yourself," she proclaimed suddenly, stroking his arm with one of her swollen fingers, "the royalty, the nobility, the gentry, even the rabble have come to sing you praises. Surely you are the greatest Hutt of your time!" She grasped almost desperately at her wig as if overcome with a sudden insatiable hunger. She didn't even notice [member="Cecily de Demici"] until she inquired about Sempra's slaves.

"My my my, what a lovely young lady," she hissed, narrowing her beady little eyes to mere slits, "tell me little princess, have you ever made a wish? No, look at you, you have everything you could ever need... a tiara, a pretty face, shame about that mouth though." She mumbled the last bit as she slithered forward. Time for a little generosity on behalf of her poopsies big day. No, she was not Sempra's mate, but she had high hopes.

"Your attention!" she flourished her hands, her arm fat wiggling uncontrollably, and the lights in the room all flickered and dimmed for a moment to gain the attention of the room, "in honor of our Mighty Lord Sempra on this most celebratory of days, I shall choose one among you and bestow upon them their hearts greatest desire!"

"Free of charge," she added quickly with a booming laugh. Free of charge were three words Ursa hardly ever used and when she did the sheer shock of anyone that was familiar with her ways would know she was in an extremely good mood.


[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

The Hutt guard couldn't help but grin as she slowly made her way around the ballroom. The banquet was going along greatly. While one might say it was the food, decorations, servants that made the party, the woman thought otherwise. To her, there were no signs of danger, no signs of a threat. That was good enough to say the party was great. The treaty wasn't such a bad idea either. The Hutts taking back the planets that were rightfully theirs, everyone bending their knee at her family's power, it really made her glad to be a member of the Cartel. As Sempra finished his speech, many delegates stepped up to greet him. Among them was Nyx, and Ash couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Nyx was in such high regards with the Hutts, she even got their stamp of protection. Ash craved to be in the same position as her.

As Nyx went back to the slave girls, Ash made her way to Sempra, stopping at his left to not be in the way of Ursa, but at a respectable distance away. She scanned the face and body language of each ambassador that stepped up to give their loyalty or congratulations, searching for any threatening body language or motion. Her feet were planted shoulder length apart, her hands clasped behind her back, her chin raised; the proud stance of any body guard. As Ursa addressed the crowd, Ash couldn't help but tune her out only slightly. There was nothing that the Hutt could give her that she wanted. She had all she needed in the Cartel. Well almost everything, the thoughts couldn't be stopped from running through her mind as her blue gaze once again landed on Nyx.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Nyx]

Post Count: 4/20

As the slaves gathered around her, Nyx felt like there were eyes on her. Nothing knew, but this gaze wasn't leaving after a moment's curiosity.​

She looked around the room, and caught the gaze of [member="Ashalah Ky"]. Nyx smiled at her, ignoring the slaves surrounding her.​

The mercenary kept her gaze on the Togruta as she beckoned for her to come closer, a smirk on her face.​

Time to find out why she was getting stares.​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 3 of 20
Location: The White Palace
Tag: [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

Looking over at the man -- or machine? -- that addressed him, the blue-skinned youth betrayed no sense of offense at the commentary.

"It may be as you say, sir," the Pantoran answered meekly. None of what the man said appealed to any ego. What this man thought mattered very little. Only the will of the Primeval was important. "I am only a boy, and so not very knowledgeable about such things."

Why was he here? Why send him and not another agent? He didn't know. And he didn't ask. "...other than the fact that one does not question the commands of the Prophet," the youth amended.

The idea that soldiers did not question or get to choose the orders that they followed was true for holy wars as well.

"If [member="Sempra the Hutt"] would prefer another ambassador, I shall take that request to my superiors." What the Primeval did with that request, like his selection and presence here this evening, was not a matter for him to decide. He was merely the messenger.

And, in religion, the messenger was often the most important role of all.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

No offence, nothing, this wasn't what he had hoped for, he had wanted intimation to have this kid at the brink as to cement his location as [member="Sempra the Hutt"]'s right hand, to show he wasn't scarred of the host least of their child. "I damn well question who I please!" he shouted the automated voice box amplified by the dome shaped roof, he arched his arm diagonally the tightly wound springs and sprockets tightening, and with that he let it go spiralling into an adjacent waiter sending the poor slave sprawling on his back.

It was all show, he was showing off his metaphorical plumage, a mild power play to rest some of the confitence and fear back from his most recent failing on Sleheryon. "Tell me child of the Host, what do you think of the Cartel?" it was a trap, a simple political tool that was often used in speech-craft, a loaded question.

[member="Boo Chiyo"]​

 

[Kuryr]

The event was different than the ones he had been to before, but he could manage rather well. He stood off to one side, watching the festivities with a grin on his face and a cigarra in his mouth. He had brought [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] with him, and while she was still his slave, he let her have some freedom. It helped her crave true freedom, which meant she would fight harder for him to gain it. He wondered which one of these being was [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]. It was he who had sent the invitation to attend the party but it was a quick holomessage and not a face to face meeting.

There were a lot of slaves being paraded around and there were many dangerous guests walking through the palace, but to Kuryr it made sense. The Hutts were showing off, and very few beings in the galaxy were known for their gaudy opulence like the Hutts. He had decided that his armor was worth wearing tonight, of for no other reason than to add to the mythos of his growing reputation. He had left his weapons on and he didn't much care what anyone said about it. He was a Kuryr, the Blood Gorger, he did what he liked. He noticed a young blue kid talking to one of the droids that the Hutts had provided. He looked familiar, but Kuryr wasn't sure where he knew the kid from. He didn't remember taking any kids as slaves, and he would definitely remember a blue one if he did.

[member="Boo Chiyo"]

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[Ashalah Ky]

Ash blinked when Nyx confidently met her gaze, beckoning her closer. She was a little surprised as to why, but she tried to keep her shock at bay. It was strange she would want something from her, but it wasn't entirely uncommon. Straightening up, Ashalah made her way towards the other woman. Upon arrival, she would stand directly in front of her and her slave Twi'lek, stepping her left foot out to shoulder length, reclasping her hands behind her back. As such the stance of any guard. Her years of training and discipline definitely showed in her body language; straight, almost rigid.

"Ma'am?" She waited for [member="Nyx"] to explain why she was invited over to her. If Nyx told her anything, like sit or even kneel, Ashalah would comply without hesitation. "Is there something you needed?"

 

[Nyx]

Post Count: 5/20​

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Nyx looked [member="Ashalah Ky"] up and down. The Togruta was obviously disciplined, chances are from a military background.​

She gestured for her to sit next to her.​

"So, I noticed you staring at me." She observed, leaning back in the chair, a smirk on her face. "The million credit question: Why?"​

Was Nyx angry? No, not especially. Simply curious.​

Why would a bodyguard be interested in her?​

 

[Ashalah Ky]

She seemed to relax as she sat down, as if being called to stand at ease. Or rather sit. She shrugged at the question. Just why was she staring at [member="Nyx"]? She didn't really want to seem like a creep or stalker, but she had to answer. "Well I saw the Master give you his protection. I give you my congratulations. That is definitely something to be proud of." She smiled. She gave her congratulations, but perhaps also her admiration. She had been with the Cartel, mainly Sempra, her entire life. It was disappointing that the Hutts had not bestowed that same honour upon her, but she must be patient. Flat out asking them for it would be one of the highest disrespects. No, Ash would have to work for it.

 

[Nyx]

Post Count: 6/20​

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Nyx nodded at the answer. It made sense, she supposed; but there had been something else in that stare.​

Jealousy, almost desire. The mercenary looked the Togruta over again as one of the slave girls pawed at her arm.​

Nyx absent-mindedly pulled her into her lap, still looking at [member="Ashalah Ky"].​

"Tell me, how long have you been in the Cartel?"​

Nyx was curious. She seemed disciplined. . .more disciplined than most Cartel thugs.​

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: White Palace
3/20

Jaster overheard the strong conversation between the pirate captain [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and the ambassador [member="Boo Chiyo"]. The cartel could not loose the alliance with the primeval, this Jaster would be forced to enter the argument and resolve it. He nodded at his Red Tei'lek female who was in smuggler atire and she left the room to make a radio transmission. He then proceeded to rise from his posistion outside the view of others and proceeded to make his way to the two.

Jaster stepped next to Flannagin before the blue child was able to speak, "Personaly I think the cartel is filled with some of the most violent, scummy, and greedy people in the galaxy, but then again, that's what makes you guys soo lovable," Jaster forces a fake smile, but he knew that if he didn't stop them from passively arguing, [member="Sempra the Hutt"] would have to intervene. "Now if you'll excuse us lord ambassador, Mr. Mcnash and myself must be off, the Great Supreme Mogul has requested our presence."

Jaster shot a glance at the cybor pirate before bowing his head before the Ambassador. Then proceeded to wait for the pirate to lead them away.