Proclamation - the treaty of Vontor [Dominion of Klatooine]

[Armand Temi]

Location: White Palace
Companion: [member="Kuryr"] [member="Artemis Exor"]
In the vicinity: [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Catalys Maijora"]
4/20

“Everyone here is a stranger to me,” said Bellatrix to the Umbaran. Almost everyone. “Would you either of you have me stay silent during a festive party?” she asked with a coy tone. “That wouldn’t be much fun at all.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Kuryr was being introduced to [member="Sempra the Hutt"], one of the leaders, if not the top leader of the Hutt Cartel. She watched this exchange carefully as the outcome of the meeting - even a short preface to a longer business relationship - could have great repercussions on her life and well-being.

Bellatrix turned back to the Pantoran boy and his companion.

“What is it that you do for the Primeval?” she asked.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location : white palace
Post 7/20
In a dark alcove Ka-Aver leaned on his large glaive. He had kept an eye on things in general. So far things had been going on smoothly enough. Apart from that drunken gamorean who had required five guards to subdue.

He grinned at the thought. Gamoreans were such simple, yet complex creatures. Which other species loved to both give and take a beating like them. Brute force, was not enough. Ka-Aver was sure they had complicated feelings linked with pain in whatever form. Thats probably why they so often worked for the hutts, because that was probably one of the very few species who entirely lacked sympathy. At least thats what Ka-Aver guessed.

The celebration was the grandest Sempra had hosted so far. Ka-Aver was a bit concerned things were getting out of proportions. But then, who was he to question the supreme mogul...
Even though the weequay was not part of the treaty of vontor but his species had a long tradition of serving the hutts none the less. Especially now, when their native planet, Sriluur was made the capital of the entire Hutt cartel. A clever move one might think, but it made sense. The weequay were warriors and their brutality was easily directed against the enemies of the hutts.
Sempra would most likely have more trouble with the Klatooinans then the weequay he mused and grinned to himself.

Then he spotted a friendly face. He loosened his guard posture and navigated his way through the crowd.

"Helloez there [member="Thraxis"] - Youz ztill alive?" he laughed and slapped the man hard on his shoulder.

 

[Kuryr]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtOGkxgOQVo

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The sounds of the party seemed to reach a crescendo, but the closer he got to the the dias the that [member="Sempra the Hutt"], the more sensible the noise levels appeared to be. He took one last look around the party for [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] and say she was still chatting up the weird blue skinned child([member="Boo Chiyo"]). She may have been a slave, but she was used to working crowds and picking up tidbits of information. She was quickly becoming his favorite new acquisition. He grabbed another drink off of one of the passing trays and he wasted little time in downing it fully as he reached the Hutt and his odd droid. With a smile he performed what would almost be seen as a bow, but in reality he was just placing his glass on the floor. With his left hand he brought his cigarra to his lips and he took a deep drag from it before speaking through a thick cloud of smoke.

" Mighty Sempra, your party is as opulent as your appetite." He smiles brightly, "I am Kuryr the Blood Gorger, warlord of the Blood Pact pirates, scourge of the Tingel Arm. I applaud you on your recent success. Might I suggest that you invest some of your vastly growing fortune into acquiring a new protocol droid. " He nonchalantly motioned to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]. " The one you are using now seems to be malfunctioning." He gave the cyborg a sidelong glance, ignoring him as much as the the cyborg was giving him a menacing look. He noticed the slight shift on the cyborg's stance and he let out a laugh as the swords came into view. The threats were a lot less veiled than he thought they should be, but he supposed that the cyborg had to make a good impression with Sempra so close

3/20

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: White palace
Post 8/20

As [member="Kuryr"] approached the throne Sempra prepared himself to learn, to penetrate the new arrival. Something he took very seriously. One never knew when a potential lieutenant showed up, or an obvious traitor for that matter. Sempra had not survived this long with these stakes without giving alot of thought in details.

The placing of the mug was a neat trick to avoid bending knee to him. Pride is such an interesting matter the hutt mused and watched as the pirate began to present himself.

He had barely finished before Sempras face turned grim.
With a wave of his hand all music seized and not a few guards rose to their feey wondering what was wrong.

"Mind your tounge youngling. " he growled and pointed a threatening finger toward him.

"You better have a good excuse of ignorance. You are speaking about my chosen Major Domo, my voice in many things." few were given such a disdainful look from Sempra. But this was personal, a family matter which the entire cartel foundation rested upon. His protection for the servants of his family was not to be questioned, and certainly not in public.

"Give us one good reason why we should not rip you apart and throw you to my pets?" Sempra hissed with deadly poison attached to every word.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Nyx"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Seth A'mun"] [member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Kuryr]

Everything got quiet in the main hall as the hutt jumped up... well raised his hand, because hutts didn't jump. Kuryr puffed on his cigar ra and glanced between the large bulk of [member="Sempra the Hutt"] and the smaller metallic form of [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]. Majordodo, well that explained why the droid had bad manners, he was an important figure in the cartel. " My mistake Sempra, my intent was not to disrespect you, or him. However his tone and posture towards me was challenging, as the Warlord of the Blood Pact there is no place for weakness... Not even in the presence of a mighty hutt." He pulled the cigarra away from his lips and gave a toothy grin.

" Perhaps I can smooth this over by informing you of a pirate band operation out of the derelict hulk of a Republic spaceship on the planet Cyborrea. They established it there to hide from your tribute." He said as he took another long drag of the cigarra. He knew the band was there, he had worked with them in the past, but his only loyalty was to his crew, everyone else in the galaxy was the enemy.

He glanced around the room at the many guards and guests, many of whom looked a bit shocked that he had caused such a scene. He bit down on the cigarra to prevent from smiling, anyone that didn't know who he was before would know now. He goal wasn't to cause trouble, it always just seemed to follow him as he moved from one place to the next. How was he supposed to know that the cyborg wasn't a protocol droid.


[member="Bellatrix Celvina"]
[3/20]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Although the spice had well and truely taken over Cadan now, he had heard something. An insult to his captain. He went to rise, crashing over the chair he was sitting on. The deranged pirate stumbled over towards the group, his hand holding what to his hallucinating eyes thought was the hilt of a lightsaber. Somehow he made it to where Flannigan, Sempra and Kuryr were gather.

Cadan looked to Flannigan. "Boshh, ish vis fing given you trouble?" Had Cadan been sober and unaffected by the drugs he would be aware of the importance of this meeting, but he wasn't in his right mind. With a flick of nothing, the wooden stick Cadan was holding did nothing. But in his mind, his lightsaber sprang to life. He held it at the ready.

[member="Kuryr"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 7 of 20
Location: The White Palace
Tag: [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]

Half-Chiss. Half-Balosar.

A rather interesting combination. Just how did those two species even mingle? The Chiss were usually very cerebral, whereas the Balosar were a tad more... low-brow. What was the phrase? Getting high on your own supply?

The result of the interspecies merger was certainly interesting. At least, from what he could see. And he could see a great deal, hence why he'd turned almost the same shade of purple as his hair. On that note, the Pantoran did a double take as Catalys snapped something about not fraternizing with strangers. He'd thought for certain that the Umbaran would have been into attention from a woman.

Which didn't mean that the witch-boy didn't appreciate the game she was baiting them with. But all warfare was deception. "How are we to spread the message of Sargon if not through fraternization with strangers?" the youth asked, an almost whimsical tone picking up his voice as he spoke.

Amber eyes flickered over to the woman's face for a moment. "I mostly go to school, but I race swoops and the Hutts have some of the best racing circuits," the boy answered. All of which was true, and not merely from some skewed point of view. He was a student, he did go to school, and he did race swoops. And Hutts did have stakes in a number of racing venues. It merely omitted some of the more interesting details.

"What do you do?" the boy asked innocently, the question coming to mind as a natural response to her inquiry.

 

[Thraxis]

As the weequay approached Thraxis, his own eyes brightened up, [member="Ka-Aver"] had arrived, and the party was just about to get good. "Ka-Aver, I waz afraed you couldnt mek it here!" he yelled, his best drinking buddy in the whole galaxy had just arrived to the party, and while Thraxis may have had a few more drinks then his friend might have had, he stil planned on drinking nearly all the grog in the Palace, or go home crying. Though as he began to welcome his friend, he saw some sort of roach encroaching upon Sempra's throne.

As his eyes peeled through the audience he got a better look at it, what appeared to be a bug standing in front of Sempra, a little bigger then a normal bug, but one that could be killed with some bug spray all the same. As he peered to the slightly larger then normal bug he heard words roll from his mouth, ones that made the boozes jubilant effects start to dwindle, someone insulted the Captain. Thraxis rose from his seat, a little bit of a waver as he stood, though his hands moved steadfast to his guns, "Yeu know, we celd alwayz got the bog sprayr frem the ship?" he whispered to [member="Cadan Tazi"], after all, [member="Sempra the Hutt"] made it very clear no shooting was to take place while the treaty was being signed.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Kuryr"]

 

[Raiz]

Post:​

Three​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEuU64Zt4B0​

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With a heavy grunt, another flume of wet mist would force itself out of the giant's helmet visor and with that, it would seem that he was taking steps towards his own captain [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and the one that disrespected the honour of him, [member="Kuryr"]. Though intending to get closer to the pair, he intentionally made his pathway towards [member="Cadan Tazi"] and as he was close enough, would grab the stick and push it towards the ground. From there he would walk towards [member="Thraxis"] shooting him a glance that could only indicate for him to leave him to it. Finally the giant would approach the insect that insulted upon the android in which he has sworn himself to.

"Perhaps I can smooth you over."

The Gen'Dai's tone would be solomn, with each word another fume of wet mist would force itself out of the helmet's visor. The helmet, with the armour, would notably be of days long gone and forgotten by many. Perhaps it would be recognizable by the bug pirate, who knows but he slowly took off his helmet and held it in his hand, leaning closer towards the bug and allowing his breath to be felt upon him without the middle guard of his helmet.

"No place for weakness you say."

The Gen'Dai would then begin to laugh in a deep throat like tone, his sharp fangs only mere centimeters from the bug-lords face and drips of spit, easily lunging themselves into his direction.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

[04/20]

Catalys kept quiet whilst Boo engaged in conversation with the half-chiss woman. Of all the odd things Catalys has seen, Boo was that one he still had to reassure himself was actually real and not just a figment of his own imagination. The kid was an agent of the Bleeding Sun, much like himself, and had the audacity to do a lot. Now he was chatting up some girl in a very revealing outfit? That just added to the already long and detailed list of shocking twists.

The only thing more distracting than her dress was the sudden commotion between the Jackals and Kuryr. This was exactly the sort of situation that he found himself here for; Boo was the ambassador on behalf of The Primeval and Catalys intended to be the enforcer. The Bleeding Sun agent walked away from his blue companion and wandered into the fray of a heated discussion between the Taung pirate and the Gen'Dai mercenary who decided to take up the challenge.

Leaning inside the doorway, "What's going on here?" The Umbaran's coarse voice was spoken loudly enough for the two of them to hear.

[member="Kuryr"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Alkah'Kahtel"] | [member="Sempra the Hutt"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

White palace
Post 9/20

The hutt narrowed his eyes at [member="Kuryr"] - there was moments of silence as Sempra went over this option. He held up his hand to stop any attcks from guatds, and especially the giant [member="Alkah'Kahtel"] who he knew was very protective about [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

Drumming his large fingers on the armrest of his high backed throne he felt a bit dissapointed. This would have been a good point to see and enjoy a bloodbath, but the pirate crew [member="Kuryr"] mention told him that this one had enough intel to be useful enough.

He had had his eyes on cyborrea for some time but knew that as long as those pirates operated from there the planet would be very hard to control.

He forced his face from malice into a grin and started laughing, encouraging those around him to join in. Then he clapped and the music restarted. Slowly the festivities resumed anew.

"Why, you are lucky Kuryr - I am a very understanding and considerate person. I will accept this offer, but I advice to keep your ear to the ground from here on if you are to operate within my domain. Ignorance of my will is not often an excuse to ignore it. And it is my will that Major Domo [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] is met with due respect from peers like yourself. But really, I am actually saving you - because Commander Mcnash would not have been as forgiving if he had been given the chance."

Sempra leaned back again watching Kyrur and [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] for any further interaction from either one.

[member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] @Flannagin Mcnash [member="Kuryr"]

Location: White Palace
4/20

Jaster had no time for this little spout between pirates, nor were any of the patrons going to tolerate this event. Jaster was forced again to break the tension and report himself before the Supreme Mogul, he still had buisness with the two commanders. Flannagin was a veteran pirate, a true asset to the cartel and her fleet of Raiders. To question or even insult the cyborg was a flame not even Jaster tried to test. Sempra was of course the boss, no man or other sentient life stood above him, and his sliver tung. Jaster however, carried the treasure of persuasion and bribery, as a political lobbiest, he carried influence across the galaxy. So breaking up a meaningless argument before it turned into a blood bath was the best option.

Jaster walked up to Sempras thrown and interrupt the creature who called himself [member="Kuryr"], a truely disgusting creature in Jaster mind. He continued to walk to the Supreme Hutt and then, the once at close enough, spoke in a quiet tone, "Your Grace, the ships are prepared and my agents have jammed the HoloNet array surrounding the planet to keep the information from leaking, the media will release this as a regular riot against the treaty and local police arrested the individuals, all media and PR departments have the finals drafts of the report and no evidence will be left behind."

Jaster then bowed his head before the Great Hutt.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

White palace
post 10/20

With a slight continued chuckle Sempra turned his attention toward [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

"Why, how thoughtful of you Mr Jaster. Now, we should make sure that the broadcast catches the prescence of our republican support." he continued with a lower voice, making a discrete nod toward [member="Cecily de Demici"]

He then turned his throne slightly to face the table made for the two expected senators of the republic.
So far only one had appeared but it was enough.

"Honored senator, I will naturally arrange a purchase of fine products if that is to your liking."

"Mean while, let us enjoy the occation. I wish to present my cousin [member="Shettai The Hutt"] " Sempra continued adressing [member="Cecily de Demici"] - then he motioned toward one of the more refined alcoves near by where Shettai had been given a private corner of the throne room.

"Shettai will be escorting you back once we are done here and continue as my representative in your senate. I hold high hopes that this will open up a new understanding in between our two domains." Sempra motioned for [member="Shettai The Hutt"] to present himself to the senator.

Sempra kept an eye on the senator but occationally turned his head checking in on [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] - they had been interrupted in their discusdion. For good reasons he was furious, it was a poor moment for such a display against them but he trusted that the cyborg commander would recognise when Sempra had found something worth pursuing.

 

[Ka-Aver]

white palace
Post 11/20

Ka-Aver had just gotten his first drink of gamorean ale served as the commotion at the throne started.

"Crapz..." he cursed and downed the ale straight away as he grabbed his vibro glaive to follow [member="Thraxis"] lead.

Things seemed to have settled down beforey they barely got there and Ka-Aver turned a dissapointed eye toward [member="Thraxis"].

"crapz..." he uttered and let out a sound burp while poking [member="Thraxis"] on his shoulder. Apart from drinking Ka-Aver always enjoyed a good brawl. Especially since they would be outnumbering this one easily.

"Better hurry backz to the barz..." he suggested with a very serious tone. "Wez might looze our zeatz if we doez not hurry.[ Thoze were good zeatz... " he added to underline the gravity of the situation.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

He addressed [member="Sempra the Hutt"], with a wave of his arm and coat in a garish display of showmanship. "My lord you wound me, my forgiveness is boundless just as your generosity is endless." there was cruelness and he fell into his carefully calculated swagger that only moments ago was put off by [member="Kuryr"], insult. "Speaking of generosity I have recently received charts and estimates from our domain, the independent wealth of each planet is impressive, but we only gain credit from our payment and operations." The air around him was no longer tense and the unspoken threats gone, it was trivial matters to now attend to, how to increase profit margins and decrease cost. "We should be charging a seven percent tax on each planet, not so large to affect their economic value still while turning profit to the cartels independent coffers."

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis eyes widenend, the seats. In all the commotion he had forgotten about the seats, "QUIK! MEK HAZTE FOUR THE SEATAS!" Thraxis yelled, he too was well aware of the gravity of the situation, if he lost his seat, then truly, this would not be a good night.

He quickly broke into a haste, still wobbling as he ran making a commotion, there were his seats at the bar, not a butox had been planted against it since he left, but he saw some people starting to approach his seat, "NEZ!" he yelled, hoping to grab the attention of the people who were moving to his seats. Lucky for him they were startled enough that they took a step back, enough time for him to regain his seat. As he planted his butox on the chair he looked to them, his eyes still widened as he whispered important words to these colleges. "Thiz iz mne and me freinds seat." he looked at them, he was dead serious, maintaing a stare at them for a couple seconds as they returned his gaze. He looked over to an empty table then looking back to them, "Yerz, thet tabloid, is not min. You mey sit they. Ge on shoz, shoz." He said, his hands motioning for them to go over their, in a motion similar to how you would shoo a bug away.
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: White Palace
Companion: [member="Kuryr"] [member="Artemis Exor"]
In the vicinity: [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Catalys Maijora"]
5/20

Bellatrix wasn’t sure who Sargon was or if his message was worth listening to, but she was pleased to know that Boo had the hobbies of a typical teenager.
The half-Chiss dancer didn’t fancy telling the absolute truth of what she did for Kuryr, but at that same time, the galaxy was an unforgiving place, and she herself was a bit of a cynic. “I work for the Taung pirate,” she said. “I do odd jobs on his crew. Sometimes, I don’t always like the jobs they are, but…” she trailed off. Well, it was something like that.

Suddenly, Bellatrix was distracted by the Umbaran who raised his voice at another guest. It was clear that the temperature of the room was getting quite hot, but it had nothing to do with the abundance of attractive and scantily-clad slaves at the White Palace. And her master, Kuryr was on the precipice of fully insulting not just [member="Sempra the Hutt"] but every single one of his henchmen.

As a contingent of mercenaries, attendants, lackeys, sychopants and drunks descended upon the Taung pirate, Bellatrix kept a close eye on the activity. If sudden violence broke out, the only recourse that Bellatrix had was to duck behind a table. But in her long, raven-black hair she also wore some hair sticks which doubled as a Lecepanine dart shooter. This would only be used in an emergency – if she had to flee or was captured by the Hutt Cartel. But if she was able to shoot one of those darts at a potential captor, they would be rendered unconscious in five seconds.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

White palace
Post 12/20
The tip of Sempras tail started to whip as [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] began to adress possibilities of increasing the income of the cartel on a larger scale.

"Those are sound ideas commander. Where the people need our firm guidance by our hand, so shalth our arm that directs the hand need to be fed. Make it so." he agreed with a greedy gleam to his eyes.

"We are also forced to keep this dangerous part of the galaxy safe for merchants nd other travelers. To uphold such a costly machinery I must agree to grant all ships flying under our banner to have the right to extract payement for their protection. Unless the ship or company has made pre-arranged payements with our nation."

 

[Kuryr]

All of the attention he was getting from his borderline insult was touching. His words alone had instigated what was almost a riot at the the party of a Hutt crime lord, all because he had matched the hostile posturing that had been given to him. He glanced around at the surprising number of beings that had scurried out of the dark corner of teh large room and he could help but smile. Was he that much of a threat to them in their own home, that they needed to swarm him? As the conversations around him returned to normal he guessed that all the huffing and puffing was over as he turned away from [member="Sempra the Hutt"] and his men ,e glanced over at the one person other than Sempra that had spoken to him.

He didn't know who the person was but he had decided to spew Kuryr's words back at him. With a smile and a tilt of his head, he puffed heavily on the cigarra before replying to [member="Alkah'Kahtel"] "You look familiar, I didn't recognize you at first because you were on your knees at the time." He chuckled to himself as he began to walk away, "Weakness is bending knee by choice."

He glanded around to see if he could spot [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], which honestly wasn't hard given her blue skin and shiny metallic outfit. She was still talking to the strange blue kid. He hoped that she was getting something useful out of it, she was good at working crowds and being invisible. Even in the gaudy outfit, once she was mistaken for a common slave, people tended to discount her as nothing more than decoration. A mistake that he loved to exploit.

[4/20]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 8 of 20
Location: The White Palace
Tag: [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]

The Pantoran witch-boy was pointedly ignoring the scene that the Umbaran was making.

Which went hand in hand with the scene that everyone was making. But, that was the nature of doing business with the Hutts. Plenty of activity, a dash of violence, a fistful of credits, and rarely boring. Remaining calm, the boy casually continued the conversation as though utterly oblivious to the aggressive posturing that was taking place just a few feet away. Catalys was a bit of a blunt edge, but he was an Exemplar in the Bleeding Sun. So, the boy would defer and assume that the Umbaran knew what he was doing.

If he didn't, the Pantoran would be honored to assist the man in completing ritual suicide before the Host Lord.

"It sounds exciting," the boy said, with a certain wistfulness in his voice that betrayed his youth. The thought of working for pirates sparked imaginative dreamings about adventure. Which sounded like more fun than he got from the inside of a Levantine Astronautical Academy classroom.