Private Shunned Hutts Club

[Kloshi]

Objective: Test out a potential alliance
Location: Keg'rala's Throne Room, Nar Vaadu
Tags: Keg'rala the Hutt

The first meeting of the potential new Hutt Ruling Council ended. Not much had been cemented, but getting six Hutts (one dubbed “The Weak” and not the true head of her Kajidic) to come to an agreement of distribution of power was not something that a single meeting could manage. Several things intrigued Kloshi during the meeting. Number one was the looks that Harajuba had given her. The male identifying Hutts in Kajidic Desilijic favored the small skinny humanoid females. At least to look at. Most Desilijic did not seek a true partner any longer. For Kloshi “The Weak” there were mixed feelings in that matter. She did not wish to be dependent upon anyone, at the same time she saw the value of combining strengths. She wasn’t sure that Harajuba would be a good partner, but she knew the look that she garnered from him was something that could be leveraged to some degree.

The second thing that Kloshi couldn’t help but notice was that Lorda Keg'rala commanded the room. True it was his room, but that was another thing to admire about the Hutt. Kajidic Desilijic and Kajidic Besadii who had centuries of hallowed history had come here to Nar Vaadu, Keg’rala’s planet of trash. That was quite telling as to what the “Scrap Master” was capable of. If Desilijic Pargg could get in league with Keg’rala it would do well for Gula the Hutt to gain more assets to take over the whole of Kajidic Desilijic Kloshi was curious to know more about Keg’rala and how they might help each other move their operations forward. When the rest of the Hutts left, Kloshi remained. She waved off her majordomo and her enforcer and moved her repulsor couch towards the large Hutt at the front of the throne room.

”It is too bad your clan has been outcast,” Kloshi spoke in Huttese as she approached. ”You may not seek leadership, but it might come your way anyhow.” There was a certain glint in her eye. ”And I think you’ll do quite a bit of leading, from the shadows if I’m right. I do the same myself. No matter what you may want, we may be well served in colluding to guide those who want the limelight shined upon them.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tag: Kloshi
Location: Throne Room of the Scrap Master's Palace, Nar Vaadu
Equipment: In Bio

The others left as I sat more reclined in my seat. I watched them all leave with satisfaction that I would give the Fath'ara the respect it has deserved for millennia. I took a deep breath as they all left my palace to their respective retreats. It would be just me and my loyal droid servants now. In my moment of renewed relaxation, I missed that one remained.

The small voice of one of my guests wrenched me back to reality. From there, I saw the delegate of Desilijic Pargg, Koshi was her name if I remembered correctly, before me on her floating seat. I would be remiss with her unconventional physique piquing my interest during the grand assembly. I found myself curious as to how such a form was made. Being ostracized from my kind since birth has made me unable to have access to information pertaining to the affairs of my contemporaries, be they rival or ally of the time.

Here though, Kloshi sat before me. As she spoke, it was clear this was a proposition. I had heard she was tied to her brother, and was no head of any house among the Hutts. Perhaps this was a way to have her rise in spite of her meekness. She saw me as the facilitator for this potential rise. As she finished her address, a juxtaposition was created within me. If one could see the face of my mind, it would be a wide grine stretched far having the laugh my kind is famous for delivering bellowing from its lips and filling the throne room with a deep and thunderous voice. Instead, a cold and stone face was what was shown to my guest, and I still lounged in my throne.

I straightened myself as she spoke. A subtle showing that I was paying attention seemed fitting. "You're a sharp little thing, Kloshi of the Deslijic.", my deep voice boomed in the hall speaking our people's tongue, "I would be a fool to not see that role being placed on me as well." While my face was cold and stoic, my voice betrayed a slight hint of gleeful satisfaction. "What do you propose to happen with this collusion?" I let my voice trail off slightly as my reply was finished. I was curious, indeed. I could tell she was the type to rule through others. However, it was rare to find another of my kind who thought in similar ways. She had information, I had my droids and industry. As long as the Fath'ara could find its way not to be dominated in this potential alliance, there could be a mighty Empire to come from this.

 

[Kloshi]

Objective: Test out a potential alliance
Location: Keg'rala's Throne Room, [ULR=[URL]https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/nar-vaadu.180460/]Nar[/URL] Vaadu[/URL]
Tags: Keg'rala the Hutt

Kloshi noticed the reaction to her approach, before Keg’rala could focus himself and mask his expression better. Kloshi had seen the reaction before, to her own appearance, but much more often to the skinny distractions that Hutts (including herself) kept as distractions. Normally Kloski despised that look. It made her feel less than she was. However there was something different about touching on the desire of Keg’rala. Kloshi could tell he knew what it was like to be viewed differently from his kin. Sure he was graced with size that would be revered on most Hutts, but his dark color and red eyes and his clan name have distanced him from the Hutt mainstream just as much as Kloshi’s size had her.

That he was able to quickly get past his initial distraction was also a good sign for Kloshi. That he heard her words with a stone face gave Kloshi even more indication that she had chosen correctly of the Hutts present. Her brother was a strong presence with all the normal gravitas of a lead Hutt, but he just wasn’t cunning enough. Kloski could make up for some of that lack of cunning, but if the Pargg were going to take control of Kajidic Desilijic she would need more allies.

As Keg’rala started to respond, Kloshi had trouble identifying his interest in his tone, but the tone lightened as he continued. This was promising. He was at least willing to listen. ”Desilijic is a historic kajidic, but one that does not have a Jabba Desilijic Tiure at its front any longer. I have designs to place Pargg at the front. But one Hutt will not be able to do this. My brother can be the face, I believe I can be the one to drive our strategies from the shadows.” Kloshi paused for a moment. She knew what she would need from Keg’rala. But she also knew it was a big ask that would show some vulnerability.

”Where I think you could be valuable in this, and as a result bring Kajidic Fa'athra back into glory, would be to utilize your manufacturing capabilities to supply a Desilijic navy and army,” Kloshi let that idea hang for a moment. This was where she would need to be careful and perhaps overplay the capabilities of herself and her brother. ”We have credits to handle this through third parties, but that seems so inefficient. If we are to build a true Hutt power, we should not be bringing in so many outsourced assets.”

She hoped that the last bit expressed that her family was not defenseless, merely looking for a better way to provide said defense. ”I could also use a more big picture advisor when it comes to warfare. My brother likes to swing a big hammer. That is good for crushing small rebellions. But if the Hutts are going to be a galactic power once more we cannot afford to only focus on the here and now. I am thinking that you are a future thinker, like I am. I can see so many benefits to an alliance between Fa'athra and Desilijic.” She paused once again, her eyes taking in her host. He was different from what would be expected of a powerful Hutt. That much was obvious. And Kloshi actually found that delightful. ”More importantly a Keg’rala, Kloski alliance. We can rule Hutt Space.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tag: Kloshi
Location: Throne Room of the Scrap Master's Palace, Nar Vaadu
Equipment: In Bio

In the previous assembly, the she-Hutt Kloshi was hidden away. This act of obscuring herself from view drew my attention further during the meeting as the Besadii and others introduced each other in my hall. This meeting did not appear fruitful. However, that was to the view of a species short-lived. Our kind measured plans in decades at the quickest. It made accounts for the flighty deeds of the other beings we share this galaxy with and rightly swindle and-or enslave. The fact that six Hutts gathered in my hall and none of them pledged to see any of the others destroyed was a feat of diplomacy that will be regarded for centuries if our plans that were made continued to fruition.

Those grand schemes meant little to a Kajiedic and Lorda on the fringe. The larger Clans could play those games from luxurious seats. Mine had to watch from trash piles on the side, but only watching to make sure those Clans did not look at the trash piles I sat on. Perhaps it was a bit of fateful irony that Clan Fath'ara found its refuge in the garbage heaps of Hutt Space? However, being a misfit Hutt lends credence to finding others of like kind. Those who do not fit the mould of a standard Lorda. Seeing Kloshi up close now shows me I could be in company with a fellow misfit. It was clear, though for different reasons, we found ourselves in such positions. Those who were cast into the shadows soon became well-adapted to dwelling in them.

My satisfaction grew as Kloshi elaborated on her proposition. My outward expression did not change, however my thoughts became more and more pleased. "Indeed. The days of Jabba the Great are long passed.", I then beckoned a servant droid over which then provided me a cold and freshly poured drink, "Our kind still reels from his tragic loss all these years later.", I would take a deep sip of the dark green brandy from the large chalice, "A product of our kind have long memories and lives. Parents who knew the mighty Jabba Desilijic Tiure if they did not know him themselves."
I let my voice trail a bit after it boomed in the hall, as I knew well and good that neither was the case for me. The Fath'ara have always been bottom-dwellers. Considered scum among scum by the rest of the galaxy.

Then came the grand scheme, and my place in it. Shipbuilding, arms-dealing, and manufacturing is regular business. Supplying another Kajiedic is new though, but could prove useful. It certainly would involve giving what could be defeated if turned against me though. Deslijic are among the most famous names who fruitlessly tried to exterminate the Fath'ara. "I am sure a Clan as mighty and wealthy as the Desilijic, regardless of branch, would be able to procure such resources from others. Others do lack understanding of our kind though. Nar Vaadu's shipyards are very capable of providing a fleet. The Fath'ara currently owns a fleet worthy of mention as you may have seen in orbit." I would take another sip from the brandy. The dark green liquid poured down my throat with a smooth passing and a midly biting trail afterwards.

The ultimate proposition was one that I knew best to have stew a moment. I would let that sip I took linger a bit before addressing it. The she-Hutt was correct though. Two Hutts aligned in the shadows could rule Hutt Space without many knowing. Such a position would grant great security for the future of the Fath'ara. I let a small smile breach my outward expression. "A Kloshi and Keg'rala alliance?", by pressing a button on my throne, another droid emerged with a pitcher and chalice ready to be ordered to serve the brandy I had. I then raised my cup with my good hand before continuing, "I think that will suit me well.", I then took a another sip, "Your brother does seem to prove useful. Desilijic Pargg would do well to trust the Fath'ara to provide resources. It appears Desilijic Pargg knows well to pay the Fath'ara back with overdue respect." My smile turned to stone after that sip as I delivered that remark.

Several plots and schemes writhed in my consciousness of where to go from here. How shall this Kloshi and Keg'rala alliance truly begin? "Perhaps, if Kloshi of Desilijic Pargg is willing, greater privacy to usher forth this alliance could be gained on the upper levels? I assume your mighty brother wouldn't fret if your stay was prolonged. Such matters are best left to discussion. Especially with such matters pertaining to our rise." A part of me was in shock with the proposal. Such a guest could learn my secrets. Kloshi dealt in information and secrets. Yet, another part of me was sure this would pay off. After ages of living among droids, more organic company in some capacity or other was not entirely unwelcome so long as treachery was not afoot.

 

[Kloshi]

Objective: Test out a potential alliance
Location: Keg'rala's Throne Room, [ULR=[URL]https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/nar-vaadu.180460/]Nar[/URL] Vaadu[/URL]
Tags: Keg'rala the Hutt

”Yes cousin Jabba was taken too soon,” Kloski responded with a bit of a wisp to her voice. She really could have cared less for one of the most powerful Hutts in history. Even if he lived out his life he would have been an ancient bastard by the time Kloski came out of the brood pouch. ”If he had managed a proper legacy plan perhaps we would not be in such circumstances. But much has happened since the fall of Jabba’s criminal empire. The Hutts have grown and waned in influence. It is time for another growth. With new leadership.”

New leadership, and perhaps even a new way of doing business. The powerful Hutts of old always stood in the forefront, making huge targets of themselves. The many large appetites of Hutts probably forced this to be the case. To change the tides and to gain a more subtle leadership the Hutt or Hutts at the helm would have to accept that public prestige was not likely to be one of the boons of their leadership. Kloshi and Gula’s parent had been Jabba’s barely been born when Jabba met his demise, but stories were relayed to them by grandparents and great uncles. ”Stories are bent by the storyteller. Jabba’s true legend is something I’ve always questioned. But now we need to make our own legends in his shadow.”

Kloshi eyed the droid and the poured drink. A bit of drool formed at the corner of her mouth. She might have a slight build compared to others of her kind, but she had many of the same appetites. Exposing those appetites to Keg’rala was a calculated risk, and not just her intrigue in the dark green liquid Keg’rala was imbibing. Voicing her intention to lean on Keg’rala to supply and perhaps even command of her proposed army gave him great leverage, but Kloski believed in give and take in negotiations. That was not a trait many Hutts shared. She hoped Keg’rala was one who shared her ideals. The slight female Hutt nodded at the mention of Fath’ara fleet. ”Your ships are quite impressing Lorda Keg’rala,” Kloshi praised with sincerity, though she really didn’t have the experience to judge the strength of a navy. ”This conversation we have now, was not planned. It is based on what I have witnessed since arriving on Nar Vaadu. I could find another supplier for sure. I’m sure that I could organize my own manufacturing. But I find it much more beneficial to work where I am most talented. Negotiations, information mining and selling. That is what I bring to the Hutts. The means for power are great in what I can do. But I must learn to trust others to fill gaps in my own powerbase.”

The measured pause that Keg’rala took at Kloshi’s proposition was viewed as a good thing by the information broker. A Hutt that was not at least considering the notion would laugh in her face and expel her from his palace. The worst case scenario for the next words to come out of Keg’rala was a start of negotiations, Kloshi thought, but the short question about a two Hutt alliance made Kloshi know the alliance would be set before she left Nar Vaadu. Just how deep that alliance would go was the only question. ”Fath’ara might be a name that other kajidics disrespect now. As you said our kind have long memories, but a reputation can be changed with the right move. We respect power more than history. The help I propose you give will make my shadowy voice carry a bit of weight. You can be sure. I have respect for you.”

The invitation to greater privacy and Kloshi guessed perhaps more lavish upper levels was a bit of a shock. It triggered two things within Kloshi, first was the natural Hutt reaction of suspicion. Had Keg’rala listened to her proposal and stalled for the time to set up an ambush for her? It was always a possibility. The other thing that this suggestion brought up was certainly atypical of Hutts. Kloshi had always buried her desire for companionship. Hutts made alliances not friendships. Business could be concluded in current surroundings and probably pretty quickly. Kloshi yearned for more than just business. Perhaps this invite was an opportunity to something beyond business. Kloshi hoped, but was cautious. Also a shock was the invitation of an extended stay to discuss the suggestion that her brother would have some say as to how long she was allowed to remain on Nar Vaadu was a bit of an insult, but Kloshi chuckled and batted her eyes just a bit. ”My dear Lorda. You honor me greatly. My brother I’m sure will survive without my guidance for a time. I would be quite happy to follow you to the upper levels. Provided that such a journey allows me to partake in a glass of that brandy I have only been able to savor through smell to this point…”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tag: Kloshi
Location: Scrap Master's Palace, Nar Vaadu
Equipment: In Bio

I would watch my guest. I would make sure I saw all that was needed to be seen. Me mentioning the once mighty Jabba Desilijic Tiure seemed to have evoked something within my guest. The memory of one of the greatest of Hutts was still given some reverence. However, an element of disdain was perceived. Indeed, such mistakes Kloshi stated may be one of the primary reasons our kind has been in obscurity and near powerlessness. "Then it is our job to learn from such failures, it seems. Otherwise we become footnotes.", I would say before taking another sip. The questioning of a legend I found intriguing. "You seem to not be suckered by a good story then, Kloshi of the Desilijic. A story is only as good as how well the slaves believe it."

Another sign would be shown. Despite small size, her apatite seemed to be similar to my own. That was certainly a good sign. What I was seeing was the unconventional body held within a proper mind. At least one that I found agreeable to align with. I could see that her mind raced as much as mine did with various outcomes to what was said. Numerous schemes being entertained almost simultaneously. An intelligent ally, or at least one who could appear intelligent, would be valuable in the continuance of the Fath'ara.

I would nod in gratitude of her remarks on my ships. That fleet was made out of spite for the other Clans. If Nar Vaadu became profitable under my labor, the others could come and destroy what I have built. They would ruin it all as they would squabble like children with a new toy. That fleet was made to dissuade such ideas of attacking Nar Vaadu soon as the city was constructed, and word spread in the underworld of this world's discretion. At the very least, the defenses that are still being constructed for this world would render such an attack not worth the time, effort, and resources of my rivals to take Nar Vaadu from me.

She then postured some more. It was a given though. The Desilijic were mighty and proud of all Clans. The Kajiedics that branched under it all clammored to uphold their old and once powerful legacy. It was a name that commanded respect and reverence. Fath'ara was scorned. Fath'ara was seen as treacherous. Fath'ara was to be destroyed. "Those of us in the margins must find our strengths to dwell in the shadows of our kind. The Fath'ara have taken on manufacturing and industry. Trading in ways the others would turn their noses up from. I am not affraid to deal in such things. If your goal is to empower Hutts, your other solutions are what you could do. However, having your goods produced by me and the Fath'ara Clan will be what you should do. You could reduce this initiative to begging for outsiders who have grown to bold for their kind's worth. You could put your fate in the hands of those who ought to be our slaves. That is why you should put faith in my shipyards and factories instead of outside filth."
If there was anyone I would distrust more than my own kind who spurned me, it would be those of the other races who thought themselves to be powerful. Only a Hutt could possess true power. All the others can only scratch and claw at such power. We have swallowed it whole.

Koshi's remarks about my Clan then intrigued me. What she said was true, yet was also possible to just stir favor in me. Yet, her last remark on such a matter made me narrow my gaze with interest. "You, Koshi of the Desilijic have respect for me, Keg'rala of Fath'ara?, she seemed hospitable to my offer of an extended stay, particularly in a place as honored as my own palace within my palace, "Such an answer is possible over some cups of brandy in the upper levels then." It appeared she either did not bristle much at all at my remarks on her brother, or she hid such scruples well. Regardless, the response was one I found most favorable. I would have no patience for pettiness. "There can be more that one of our kind may find enjoyable than just mere brandy. I may rule and own a scrap heap, yet even I know better than to live in grimy discomfort." I would get up from my seat, where it appeared I towered over my guest even more so. "You will follow me if you wish to partake.", was what I said with cold hospitality.

As she would follow behind, I slid to an obscured hallway. There, two heavily armed droids stood guard at regular intervals. At the end was an entrance to an elevator with two more of these droids guarding its entryway. It was a large space inside it. Considering Kloshi's smaller stature, it was just large enough for us two to travel up to the second floor. Albeit, we were slightly squeezed to proximity but not in terrible discomfort. I merely carried on as if the awkward position was not even existent. The doors would open once more to my private quarters, or at least the foyer to them. It was slightly more well lit than the throne room with less auspicious decorations in comparison as well. "I understand much business is done in public view. Living in relative exile, however, has given me a proclivity for privacy, if you understand. Up here, it is only us and my droids. Not even my most stalwart lieutenants of flesh and blood are permitted to be on this floor. Consider yourself tremendously honored."

 

[Kloshi]

Objective: Test out a potential alliance
Location: Keg'rala's Throne Room, Nar Vaadu
Tags: Keg'rala the Hutt

Keg’rala suggested that errors of the past were something that he and Kloshi could learn from and move beyond. This made the smaller Hutt smile and nod. The suggestion that a story was only as good as it would carry weight with the slaves, did not hit as pleasantly with Kloshi. Not that she was against slavery. Her brother dealt in slaves quite regularly, and she employed them exclusively for menial tasks and for entertainment, both her own and those she hosted. However her existence mostly in the shadows, her lack of intimidating size and her obvious ostracized nature within the hierarchy of Hutt society meant that she had to invoke her brother’s name to rule by fear, or garner loyalty more than fear. Her operatives who kept her safe and made her business move were loyal. Some because of the credits that were fed to them. That was a dangerous game to play however. There was always the possibility that someone was willing to pay more. Most were loyal because Kloshi gave them opportunities that no one else would.

Keg’rala explained the evolution of Fath'ara in the shadows. From a lowly treacherous clan to sinking down and rolling up their non-existent sleeves to take control of what no other Hutt seemed to want. Molding the scrap planet into a new manufacturing mecca. His confidence was pleasing to Kloshi. Even without seeing the fleet that amassed in orbit, probably as a show of power to the visiting Hutts, Kloshi would put her faith in Keg’rala. She had little to lose. They have much to gain in this alliance. ”If the Hutts are going to become a power once more we will have to build completely from within. No mercenary armies and navies. Ones we conscript, outfit and command with the power of our voices, not the power of our wallets. Nar Vaadu will be the origin of this great Hutt army and Hutt navy. It will start with delivering power with Desilijic to my brother in name…it will show the other kajidics what can be done. It will bring demand and honor to Fath’ara. I will see to that.”

Keg’rala seemed perhaps a bit surprised that Kloshi would hold him in high esteem. She was a Hutt that saw value in relationships. Information was better sold when you could tell what the buyer would intend to do with a piece of information. That could only be discovered by knowing your client. Something that slavers, spice pushers and even manufacturers like Keg’rala didn’t need to do. It may have been true that Raa Jan molded most relationships with Kloshi’s voice, and her people dug into other things so that Kloshi had more information on her clients than anyone else in the galaxy. Still Kloshi did things differently than most Hutts. ”I suspect that you Keg’rala have a certain amount of respect for Kloshi the Weak. If we did not feel this way I would have left with the others, or you would have dismissed me promptly. Respect is an odd thing for Hutts when not equating it to obvious shows of power. But yes my new friend, I hold you in high respect.”

Keg’rala seemed willing to share his brandy, though not here in his throne room. Kloshi didn’t mind a change of venue in the least. She gave a nod and followed Keg’rala. As he moved away from his seat of power, Kloshi was a bit slower to slither down from her hover couch. Even with a small body, she did not enjoy exerting herself much. It was a testament to her mysterious affliction that she remained so small. As they entered the elevator Kloshi held her breath slightly, not because she was afraid of the close quarters, quite the contrary. She was a bit excited by being so close to Keg’rala who was large and powerful.

”I understand completely the desire for privacy,” Kloshi responded when Keg’rala spoke upon reaching his private chamber. The fact that only the two Hutts and Keg’rala’s droids were allowed in here was exhilarating mostly, but Kloshi would be lying if she said that didn’t worry her in the least. The only ornamentation on Kloshi’s body was a small bracelet on her wrist, twisting it just right would send a message to her bodyguard. Kloshi had never needed to use it, however. More often than not Lichix Taroq knew that she was needed before she could be beckoned.

”This place will do nicely for ironing out our deal and enjoying the luxuries of being the Scrap Master,” she gave a bit of a smile and waited for the promised brandy to be served to her. ”When you are supplying the Hutt Empire with weapons you should probably look into changing that title. You deserve something better.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tag: Kloshi
Location: Scrap Master's Penthouse, Nar Vaadu
Equipment: In Bio

Sliding further into my quarters, I slowed my pace to allow the smaller guest of mine to keep up. I would need to learn what made Kloshi become so diminutive in size and weight. However, learning more on the others would involve the Fath'ara growing in esteem from its near-exiled position. With how the political winds were seeming to blow now, it appeared that the Fath'ara would likely be revered soon as a powerful Clan. My Kajiedic would be seen in similar reverence to that of the famed Besadii and Desilijic Clans'. Soon I would be able to be present in Hutt society enough to learn about my rivals rather than lurking in the shadows of it.

I would lead my guest into a comfortable looking sitting room space. A skylight provided a slight bit of light from the distant white dwarf star. Warmly glowing lamps made up the bulk of light along the edges. Large plush couches shaped to have a being like a Hutt to sit on them comfortably would be found. They had tall backrests and sloped armrests while having a large open space for cushions that could be sat on. I found a seat at one of these couches that had another very close to it. It would do for this discussion. Additionally, it would do well to maybe create more personal ties in my guest. Such ties could be use to elevate the Fath'ara using her ties as a Desilijic.

"A return of the Hutt Empire would certainly not be unwelcome by many here in Hutt Space. However, who leads that new Empire will be what stops it. Titles mean nothing to me. I certainly will not attempt to be a ruler. I can see you would not likely have interest in ruling over other Hutts either considering your mentioned talents." I would sit myself comfortably on one of the couches positioned favorably for the talk, and beckoned Kloshi to join my vicinity. "It does seem though we are better designed to pull the strings on whoever rules. Your networks of information and my assembly lines would be a covert force not to be trifled with if combined."

"They call you 'the Weak', I see.", it has been millennia since Hutts were warriors. Our minds are what matter more. A warrior is the tool of a Lord. The Lord must be cunning enough to command. Yet, perhaps my guest utilized such a moniker in a more devious and cunning way. "I take it Kloshi the Weak allows herself to be called such to be ignored in the shadows to conduct her business easier?" A slight smile of satisfaction would stretch on my face as the thought of her respecting me came to mind. I likely gained some respect from the others who attended in my hall. Yet, the look on she-Hutt's face suggested a more profound sense of that. Such a deep suggestion and high notion was something that made me break my stone-like stoicism to reveal how pleased I was with the idea. "You place your respect well in me, Kloshi of the Desilijic. Since you have approached me, my respect towards you has grown. You call me friend, and I accept such a status. My allowance to have you in these sealed, confidential halls should show a reflection of that from me to you, then."

I would nod pleased with her notion of understanding. Nar Vaadu has allowed me to stay in one place for a long time. I gained it through being ignored or unknown. When a Fath'ara was known before, they were quickly picked apart before being forced back into the shadows. By my time as head of the Clan and Kajiedic, we had been lurking for countless ages. I knew better than to strive for limelight. Rather, I would become the greatest of all to lurk. To make a trash pile my seat of power, and rise to prominence too powerful to be taken down without a struggle, was how I perfected upon the follies of my forefathers.

Kloshi's view on my sanctum seemed to work well. If this alliance were to come to fruition, I would not be a fool and let her leave too quickly. She dealt in secrets. She just witnessed my greatest secret of all. My palace would be the seat of our aligned efforts. Yet, it does seem as if she would likely not mind that arrangement. It would need to be some time before such a play was made. For now, building the hands to play with was still in order. "My personal halls have much to offer, as you see. One who owns such a planet ought to live above the others and live better than the others. Your stay here, allows you to be just as superior to those on my planet as I am to them." I could tell she wanted to dine. I pressed a button nearby my throne. Two servant droids came. Both had pitchers of my drink of choice. That dark green brandy concocted by a distillery located in the bowels of my own palace was poured into respective cups. They were filled to a level that had optimal volume and was likely not to be spilled. It would be perfect. I would take a sip as my guest received her own serving. "My title as Scrap Master is for Nar Vaadu. If I would have to take a more grander title for the resurging Hutts, that would be another. Both would be in tandem.", I then took another sip before continuing, "Yet, if we are to align efforts, and your networks provide information to strengthen our position amidst our rivals and outsiders, Kloshi the Cunning would be a far better name for my esteemed guest. Such significance would make you transcend the suggestion of weakness. At the very least, that will be who you are in these halls."

 

[Kloshi]

Objective: Test out a potential alliance
Location: Keg'rala's Throne Room, [ULR=[URL]https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/nar-vaadu.180460/]Nar[/URL] Vaadu[/URL]
Tags: Keg'rala the Hutt

Keg’rala easily outpaced Kloshi until he realized it and slowed. Kloshi felt no shame in the slowness that her size left her with. At the same time she had no expectation of anyone slowing for her. It was a matter of whether someone wished to slow the journey, or wait at the end. The fact that Kloshi was the slow one meant that if she was truly wanted she was in control. When Kloshi saw Keg’rala make an effort to slow his pace, she made an equal effort to quicken hers. Not to the point that she was actually exerting herself too much, but just to show she would meet him halfway.

The room that Keg’rala led Kloshi into was nice, but not too nice. Something that was not meant to show the public Keg’rala’s wealth and power, but still it was something that a Hutt would find “comfortable”. With the light of just the skylights, Kloshi was glad to be able to see in the ultraviolet spectrum until the glow from the lamps shed more light on the room.

”The next Hutt Emperor will need to be a figurehead. Someone to keep the attention of the entire galaxy, while Hutts more skilled at making the Empire work do so in the shadows.” Kloshi agreed as she looked over the seats. The couch that Keg’rala chose for his seat looked quite comfortable, and Kloshi was very happy to see one in close proximity for herself. At his motion Kloshi paused for a moment, but decided that they had moved beyond the state of posturing and she could yield to his invitation without looking weak. She slithered over to the closest couch and settled in for a chat that she hoped would prove more and more fruitful.

”Yes. THE leader of the Hutt Empire and who makes the Empire run and thrive will need to be two different things. You and I are built to make things work in a way that the Hutts have not in the past. This will be the secret to our success this time.” It was a bold statement, but not one that was based on ego. Keg’rala had taken over a scrap empire and built it into so much more. And Kloshi had risen from a stifling illness to grow beyond her physical body in reputation and influence. Not just in Hutt Space, but with tentacles reaching throughout the galaxy.

Keg’rala mentioned her nickname. “The Weak”. It couldn’t exactly be called a false claim. Compared to other Hutts she was physically weak. Kloshi paused on the mention for a moment, wondering how much she should say. When Keg’rala surmised that she allowed it to happen she grinned and laughed. ”You are a wise Hutt Keg’rala Fath'ara. There was a time that I could do nothing about my parents and cousins calling me ‘Weak’. The title stuck with me as my physical prowess was not something to be bragged about. However I found it was not a bad thing to be overlooked by rivals or even by allies, in a world like Nar Shaddaa. Being ‘The Weak’ is a good way to remain in the shadows,” she concluded with a nod of her head.

”As I said, it is an honor to be invited into your inner sanctum,” Kloshi responded coyly. She was really starting to like Keg’rala, but it wasn’t the Hutt way to let that show too early. There was still much to be discussed. ”Friends is what we shall be…for now.” Kloshi said the last in a teasing tone not normally used by Hutts. It was hard to tell if it was a playful threat or she would perhaps consider Keg’rala as more than a mere friend in the future.

So things were ready to continue. Kloshi made every attempt to seem like she was not at a disadvantage holding this meeting on Keg’rala’s turf. In truth her hopes were that there would be no disagreements. That there would be no need for hostilities. The two were rare Hutt shadow dwellers with very little if any business overlap. ”It is an honor to share your luxuries. An honor that I have earned over the years and hope to continue to prove to you. Hutts should always sit above the lesser species. I appreciate you allowing my presence.”

Scrap Master was likely the same as King on Nar Vaddu, and Keg’rala seemed content with that amongst his subjects. That he was willing to take on something more worthy of his capabilities in the future Hutt Empire was pleasing to Kloshi. The suggestion that when they accomplished the goals she should be called “The Cunning” was also pleasing to Kloshi. She laughed lightly and took a sip of the offered brandy. ”You flatter me. I shall have to come up with something equally fitting to call you.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tag: Kloshi
Location: Scrap Master's Quarters, Scrap Master's Palace, Nar Vaadu
Equipment: In Bio

Sitting as we were, it was true that the time for posturing was over. A sort of unspoken agreement came about between us in that regard. It was time to be comfortable. It was time to show our truer selves. It was a luxury one could afford if their only company in places like this were droids. If there were the organic servants, I would never trust them to see myself in comfort. I would only show the illusion that came through the presence of my kind. That was all they deserved to see, my superiority over them.

My guest's idea of who would lead the next Hutt Empire was true. As annoying as the types who became figureheads were to deal with, it would be the only way without ruling myself. It was clear much of the others looked to me and the Fath'ara as a high standing Clan. "Considering neither of us want to rule the Empire ourselves, that would certainly be necessary. It would need to be one who is willful enough to stand against the outside, cunning enough to not be made a fool by the other powers of the galaxy, but not as willful and cunning enough to undo our efforts of pulling strings." I would take another sip as the rest of her thoughts came to mind. "Then let us position ourselves well in these formative times for this future Empire. Through me, you can get your army and navy built within our own kind. However, through me, you can also no longer be in the shadow of your brother."

I could tell Kloshi, while alluding to otherwise, seemed to yearn for a bit of credit sent her way. As the larger Hutt, and likely the older Hutt, I should show I could provide her desires beyond manufacturing. It would be my own services that could not be as easily replaced. Anyone can own a factory and produce arms and ships. It would take a select few to understand the ideas meant to be considered when leading such an effort from the shadows.

She then described the origins of her nickname, "the Weak." In truth, it did make sense looking at her. She was small and diminutive. Yet, Hutts that were warriors were still an anomaly. It would be our minds that made the difference between Hutts and those who are to be exploited and enslaved by Hutts. "At least you were able to exploit such perceptions. Our kind finds it easy to have one's ego bruised. Rash decisions have come from that weakness. It is likely the curse of our kind, pride. Even a Hutt as hard to bruise as I still possesses it in some capacity. Even you, Kloshi of the Desilijic, are not safe from its temptations."

Another sip would be taken. "Good.", I said with my voice sounding like deep rolling thunder in the hall, "Feel as honored as you are." Her other remark stuck in my head a bit though. Calling Kloshi a friend was certainly possible. The part where she said "for now" was what stuck. If it were a threat, I could not allow it to work. Perhaps the posturing would need to return in some capacity. At the same time, it hinted that it could also mean something else. Something more savory. Something that could work to make this alliance of Fath'ara and Desilijic Pargg more solid than a mere agreement. I would have to wait for her to play such a hand though at this moment. A powerful Kajiedic like her's could easily deploy such traps and snares in conversation. Fath'aras before me have fallen for too many.

I would look intently at my guest before then the remarks on my own "equally fitting" title. I would produce a mixture of grunt and snicker at the thought. "What makes Scrap Master inadequate? What could be better then?" Indeed that was a matter of questioning to such a claim. As Scrap Master, I dominated what other Hutts could not out of either ability or choice. I ruled the junk from their worlds and became able to transform it into something just as profitable, if not more, than their glitzy casinos. It was a power unique to me. I doubt my guest could come up with something better. Though, a bit of curiosity, and a slight bit of friendly hospitality, made me entertain such an absurd notion. There was the off chance she could think of something better. In the meantime, I sat there enjoying watching her mind at work.

 

[Kloshi]

Objective: Test out a potential alliance
Location: Keg'rala's Private Chamber, Scrap Master’s Palace, Nar Vaadu
Tags: Keg'rala the Hutt

Kloshi grinned a bit uncomfortably at the notion that she didn’t have the desire to lead the new Hutt Empire. The desire was there, but so was the knowledge that every Hutt clamoring for their slice of the Empire with no concern for the Empire as a whole was the reason that Hutt power had been unsustainable. ”Leadership will need to be done in two ways. Those who stand out front and wave our flag or dominance. That leader will change as Hutts claw to be that individual. Of course this visible leader will need to have traits that others will follow willingly. And others that allow our claws to remain in them. We will lead through guidance and manipulation. And that is why we will be better.” It was a grand plan, one that was easy in concept, but how to make it into a reality was another thing altogether.

Keg’rala continued to listen to Kloshi’s insights. It was an exciting change for the small Hutt’s ideas to be heard straight from her mouth, instead of having to jump through hoops to be heard, and the credit for the ideas ultimately stolen from her. Talk of ego made Kloshi a little uncomfortable, but she knew every being had one. ”Vanity is something that I have in spades. I attempted to have my body altered to match more what a Hutt should be. It has resulted in a little more bulk, but a shape that more resembles our playthings. As such I have a certain amount of hubris involving my business and intellect, My ego has been easily battered over the decades. But that has made me stronger and shown me what needs to be done.”

The younger, smaller Hutt’s use of the term “for now” had her larger host wondering. This brought a smirk to Kloshi’s thin lips. She had not meant it in the slightest bit to be a threat. The fact that Keg’rala saw the possibility that she had, and considered it seriously, certainly padded her ego a bit. No. Kloshi would do nothing to threaten the blooming relationship between her and Keg’rala. Her suggestion of the future was indeed that it could lead to this new bond being “more than friendship”. But unlike most Hutts, Kloshi had a yearning for romance. She wanted more than just a business transaction. After all she really didn’t need a partner.

The fact that Keg’rala didn’t seem to consider Scrap Master a lacking title made Kloshi pause and consider. ”Scrap is cast off,” Kloshi started in a soft tone. ”It can be quite valuable at the end of the day, but without context of what the scrap is and what is done with it. Being the Master of it could be the same as being King of the Evocii.”

There was another pause and a smirk from Kloshi as she shifted herself closer. ”I would not encourage you to abandon the title, but to build upon it. Scrap Master of Nar Vaadu. Creator of the Vast Hutt Horde.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tag: Kloshi
Location: Penthouse of the Scrap Master's Palace, Nar Vaadu
Equipment: In Bio

Her thoughts on how a future Empire ought to be run were appealing. The others could clamor and claw. I, and potentially Kloshi, would sit back and oversee such a game being played like they were gladiators in our arena. "True. While any leader that is seen must be one the others would be willing to follow, they still must be able to be controlled. Otherwise, we would be sitting on the side lines while the others clamored on a rickety ladder." I would take another sip of the brandy. "Seeing above the clamoring though would make us superior.", I would stoically finish.

Her address of vanity produced a multitude of thoughts. For one, I found myself a slight bit disappointed with how much she allowed this weakness I expressed in our species to affect her judgement. Perhaps it was the rashness of youth though. On the other, I found curiosity as to how she might carry herself now. I certainly saw what she meant by looking like the "play things" of our kind. That too, was a motivator of curiosity. "I can see the scars of this hardening you speak of. It appears that physical stunting might have created a vulnerability to pride and ego. If we align, I hope this hubris you speak of does not become something our rivals and enemies could exploit." Secretly, I had hoped that this could be something only I could exploit, if at all.

A smirk crossed her lips while realizing my response to her prodding. Still, it was hard to see if it was the smile of a predator or a playful jest. One thing was for sure, I could only show stoicism until intent may be revealed, or I find out some other way. While personally, it was obvious Kloshi would pose no threat. However, she had connections I did not. Fath'ara was spurned while Desilijic was honored. Anything I did could be taken if her Clan united. Even if Desilijic Pargg was nowhere near as powerful as Desilijic Tiure, there still was a threat from a powerful and established family. If I showed exploitable weakness, I would not put it past her that she could use those resources easily.

This gave way though at the thought of a title. A similar sound to what I gave before of a snort combined with a snicker bursted again, "There is method to your idea. I see the jest of ruling the filthiest of those we dominate. As we just met, all I must say to that is you will never make such a comparison again involving me." I appeared cool and collected. It was not a full threat, as I could safely assume she would respect such a wish. It was ironic as I spoke of ego not being easily bruised. Here though, was not about ego. I could afford to remain flat in tone thanks to fact. No, this was ensuring that I am one to take seriously in general. This was professional, not personal. Even in a relaxed setting, I was fine to be seen comfortable. I, however, had no mind to appear weak in any setting however. Considering this was another Hutt, especially one of the powerful Desilijic, I could not afford to appear weak.

She managed to rebuild a bit more of a hospitable response with her musings. "Building upon it would likely be in order, naturally. If we are to align, I see good investment with your diplomatic capabilities." That was a truthful admission. I knew well and good I could perform diplomacy, but I was one who did it like many others of our kind, through strength and force. I cared little for having a silver tongue. I was large enough personally to be imposing over the lesser beings. I utilized droids programmed to be loyal to me to enforce my will on a world I owned. It was plain to see that Kloshi's circumstance made her need to develop more personable skills. It was hard resisting the bits of charm.

In a way she looked at me though, my mind went back to the idea of "for now." My mind thought back to the elevator as well. Perhaps it was her small size that made Kloshi be more inclined to working with others. It was like she pursued symbiosis akin to animals in nature. Normally, a situation like arriving to these upper levels would be met with discomfort. However, she appeared noticeably at ease with being in close proximity. Perhaps the phrase "friends for now" might not have been as much of a threat. Perhaps this want for companionship could be an edge of my own in this alliance we sat here formulating. Perhaps a measure could be made to ensure our ties could be fortified against any rivals or enemies if we end up bound together. "Well, cunning Kloshi of the Desilijic,", I began swirling some brandy in my cup, ",there are more places of comfort in this penthouse quarters. Now that you have gained a liking of local brandy, would enjoy a pool room. The humidity is as if we were on old Varl while soaking in heated waters. The ceiling gives way to a window where one can see the stars above this world. Of course, servant droids can provide more food and drink as we may require." While flat in tone, there was a hint of friendliness. It was time to see if my theory was true.

 

[Kloshi]

Objective: Test out a potential alliance
Location: Keg'rala's Private Chamber, Scrap Master’s Palace, Nar Vaadu
Tags: Keg'rala the Hutt

The collaborating Hutts were on the same page as far as leadership would go. Kloshi was more than happy to have a cohort in her plottings for once. She gave an amused hum as Keg’rala mentioned they needed to find a Hutt others would willingly follow, and an even more excited hum at the fact that they would be above them all pulling on their strings. ”Of course we are superior to those who don’t realize that a group can function to give one what they want without having to betray in the end. The most powerful puppets in the galaxy have gotten their own piece of the pie for billions of years in this galaxy. The puppet masters are just smart enough to hide the rest of the pie. For finding a leader, remember that we don’t need to provide truths to the rest of the Hutts to create one. Disinformation can be just as valuable as information, if you are capable of making it believable.”

Kloshi let that thought sink in. Her information network was certainly able to create lies that would elevate any Hutt they desired into a position that the other Hutts would either honor or fear. As the conversation continued, Kloshi was keen enough to notice that Keg’rala took notice of her admitting to faults. He did not seem to be turned away by this, but he also didn’t look too impressed by Kloshi’s self awareness. ”My trusting you with these flaws is the rarest of outcomes. Although it is fairly easy for all to see the physical changes I have attempted. It is not as easy for them to tell it was in an effort to fit in more than just using my wealth and power to look in public how I act in the shadows.” Kloski grumbled a bit as she realized that she had admitted more weakness to Keg’rala. Was she being too trusting too quickly? Time would tell, though she did know how to slam the door before a knife ended up in her exposed belly.

As the two Hutts exchanged glances, Kloshi realized that she couldn’t push a perception of threats too far. In the wide galaxy there was much she could do to Keg’rala. Here in his inner sanctum there was nothing. He would crush Kloshi before any aid could come to her. She needed to remind herself to lean into strength, but not let him think she was looking to dominate their relationship in any form…not yet at least. Perhaps there was a time that might be something she could pull off. But behind his closed doors Kloshi needed him to be sure that Kloshi was not looking for anything other than a collaborative bond.

Kloshi was pleased with the response to her suggested title for Keg’rala. In truth the title that the Hutts bestowed upon his influence would develop over time, and would not be so blunt as what Kloshi suggested. But it was a good start and showed that she wished more for him than to be the ruler of a pile of trash. No matter how valuable that pile would end up being to him, her and the rest of the Hutts. When he warned against casting his scrap as a negative Kloshi capably hid a smile, instead giving a stone-faced nod of acceptance. Keg’rala had insecurities too and they could be taken advantage of. Kloshi still wished for all things to remain amicable, but it was good to know that she could hit at him just as she had exposed that she could be attacked as well. ”I will keep my musings of your position, title and what you rule over to the business at hand. All are valuable assets. I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise. In the future these assets will grow.”

Keg’rala seemed more amicable after Kloski suggested building upon and not abandoning what he already had. Even to the point of praising Kloshi’s diplomatic talents. Kloshi may have been young by Hutt terms, but she was wise enough not to let a little flattery have her drop her guard. She smiled and nodded and allowed Keg’rala to continue. Kloshi’s eyes watched the brandy in the cup swirl. She took a drink of her own cup in order to avoid becoming a bit mesmerized by the motion as she listened to Keg’rala’s statement. He offered to move to a new location. Humid, warm, with more gluttony and a view of the stars. If Hutts were capable of swooning, Kloshi would have done so at that moment. ”That sounds quite enjoyable Scrap Master Keg’rala of Clan Fa'athra,” the female’s tone backed up her promise not to besmirch the title again in Keg’rala’s presence. Her tone expressed how impressed she was with this development in moving their relationship along.

”Nice, hot, humid pool…slimy delicious creatures for snacking and more of this wonderful brandy?” Kloshi laughed excitedly. ”Oh yes and a view of the stars that our continued plots will have under our control? I would be honored to have you take me there.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tag: Kloshi
Location: Penthouse Level of the Scrap Master's Palace, Nar Vaadu
Equipment: In Bio

So far, my guest appeared be a good co-conspirator. Both of us saw the strength of not ruling in the limelight. A power from the shadows was how this alliance would function. One thing she mentioned though certainly stuck in my mind. "Your gifts of manipulation seem to be rather valuable to this initiative. We are beings of business, and information is crucial to such endeavors." I then took another sip. "From what you say, your skill at making such disinformation believable is quite noteworthy.", I then had my rolling voice trail off a moment to let that compliment sink. It was not so emphatic to appear as if I was a servant trying to curry favor, but notable enough to be received as intended. "What would this disinformation likely entail? What half-truths would be able to fool the others enough?"

It appeared Kloshi was taking to be more vulnerable. After saying such, my guest would grumble a bit. Perhaps it was a slip? Perhaps this was made to be seen as accidental? I would need to bide time to find out more. It was clear my guest had some insecurities, insecurities that could be taken into account as a safety measure. Yet, there also seems an element of trust. Why else would Kloshi spill such information, even if just a slip. It was clear the guard was down in certain segments of her fortified psyche. I would decide not to press on with that matter. I was trying to gain an ally to raise my Clan to heights even my progenitor, Voontara, would salivate to achieve. It was clear continuing would sour our discussion, even to one who cares as little for diplomacy as I do.

She seemed to take to my bit of posturing amicably. That was somewhat strange, but not unwelcome. An air of seriousness was also given. It may have been seen as me having insecurities. In truth, it was not accepting from anyone to appear weak. If I am to be a strong Lorda of my kind, slights no matter how seriously conveyed would not be tolerated. I was to command others around me as well. That much I knew on politics, and all I truly cared for. If none of the others would take me seriously, then I could be doomed. "They would grow with certainty. My alliance with you would make it where none could challenge that growth. It might not be as glamorous as owning casinos on Nar Shaddaa, yet it gives me secured profits and is reliable. When one's Clan has been forced into hiding, certainty becomes just as important as profitability." I said this knowing full and well that the Fath'ara Clan's time of hiding was now to be over. Old habits will persist to ensure its survival. It was hubris that was the downfall of Voontara Fath'ara thousands of years ago. It could very easily become the downfall of myself or however many generations might come after me.

"Good.", I would then shift upright and reach out my good hand to her, "We will be making our own way to this room. I find it makes it more rewarding that way. It's only a brief stroll down this hall. I will be sure to make a better pace so you do not get lost in my labyrinthine halls." It was good that she was willing to continue. To go deeper into my halls was a test of trust. It was a pleasant room, but only a fool would have such a pleasant room not in the heart of their secure home.

The halls were still filled with shadows cast by the lamps in the ceiling. They were wide, but it was indeed a short distance to slither. I made sure to keep an easier pace for my guest. The room was closer to the heart of my penthouse, only a door away from my own sleeping chambers. It was as humid as I alluded to, and well-heated. A pool dominated the floorspace where its waters too were heated. It was only a few feet deep, though when any of our weights pressed down, the floor of the pool would give way to a comfortable level of submersion. It was a feat of engineering I have been most pleased with. There were then servant droids at nearly each doorway to this chamber ready to hear orders from me or my guest.

 

[Kloshi]

Objective: Test out a potential alliance
Location: Keg'rala's Private Chamber, Scrap Master’s Palace, Nar Vaadu
Tags: Keg'rala the Hutt

Kloshi gave a smirk at Keg’rala’s attention to her claim of being able to create believable misinformation. Her servants (at least that was what she called them to other Hutts) were some of the best at seeking and retrieving information to be sold to the highest bidder. When you have those skills you also know how to fake things and make them seem real. Kloshi’s employees were her greatest asset, and unlike most Hutts she treated them that way in their plush private layer on Nar Shaddaa.

”Inflating the holdings of our desired puppet for starters,” Kloshi responded with a bit of a shrug, not a typical gesture for Hutt. ”My people are good. They could probably adjust genealogy to place them into a more favorable branch of a kajidic.” There was so much more Kloshi’s people could do, but covering one’s faults was unique to the individual. ”The possibilities are many, depending on who we wish to place on the throne.”

Though she did a good job of hiding her pleasure, allowing the subject of her physical appearance to slip by was quite welcomed by Kloshi. She found herself wanting to open up to Keg’rala. Partially because he had perceived weaknesses of his own, but more because she was lonely and desired for some commiseration. Keg’rala’s defense of his own title and holdings made Kloshi think that perhaps there was some possibility of that connection to form between her and the Scrap Master, but as he had allowed her insecurities of her physicality pass, she too would not push the potentially negative views of what the Fa'athra clan was and held dominion over.

When Keg’rala connected their alliance with ensuring the growth of his assets Kloshi simultaneously blushed slightly and grinned widely. She enjoyed the attention immensely and also knew that it meant that she had convinced him that she was valuable. Admitting such put them on even ground as Kloshi had already admitted that she needed his manufacturing to make the plan work. ”Glamour is fools gold. Hutts have been enamored by wealth and the perception of wealth for too long. Credits make the galaxy move, this is true, but other things are just as important to change the direction of that movement.” Kloshi gave an understanding nod to finding a risk-negating venture when you have other things going against you. Information was such a venture, and allowed her to stay out of the public eye. ”A hammer isn’t as flashy as a lightsaber, but for many jobs it works much better. We will need a hammer.”

Kloshi could not recall a time when she moved faster in her life when she slithered forward towards Keg’rala’s gesturing hand. She hated to exert herself, but she was not going to show that a short journey would upset her. ”I appreciate your not leaving me behind. I have quite the nose for valuable information, but I’m afraid my sense of direction is severely lacking.” It was a lie to hopefully ensure that Keg’rala kept Kloshi close during their “stroll”. Kloshi rarely saw such exertion rewarding, but showing strength to Keg’rala would hopefully carry its own rewards.

She knew that the further into Keg’rala’s lair they traveled the more open to betrayal she became. But to Kloshi the moment that she decided to start private negotiations with Keg’rala she knew that she was going to have to expose a bit of underbelly. Of course, she had also made it clear that her brother knew where she was. Though her life would end if Keg’rala wished to doublecross her, it would mean the end of his life as well when Gula the Hutt rallied the other Desilijic at the very least and removed the Fa'athra from Hutt society once and for all. But Kloshi had hope that would not be the outcome.

”Mmmm just as delectable as promised Lorda Fa'athra,” Kloshi hummed in pleasure at their new surroundings. Though she was swayed to pleasure by the luxuries that would be shared, she did notice the droids and wondered if they were capable of more than servitude. ”The pool seems shallow,” Kloshi hummed though she didn’t seem disappointed, more her tone seemed to suggest she knew there was more to it. ”How does it work? Can your droids fetch us some fresh chubas to enjoy as we soak?”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tag: Kloshi
Location: Penthouse Level of the Scrap Master's Palace, Nar Vaadu
Equipment: In Bio

It was underhanded. It was sneaky. Many of those among our kind who sought glory and wealth would even call it distasteful. However, it was brilliant. As long as she did not use her power of lying on me, this would be a most useful asset to the rise of the Fath'ara. "Such simple twistings of the truth is all it takes then?", I would take a finishing sip from my current cup of the brandy, "That will be remembered." Such a way of saying that make it potentially clear that now I am aware of her gifts. It was no true threat, but one saying that I will work to not be duped. We may be orchestrating a mutual rise to power, but we could hardly call ourselves Hutts still if there was still not even a lick of plotting going on between us to gain the upper hand.

My words seemed to have stirred my guest a bit. It was rather clear she liked what I had to say. It would certainly be a good start to this alliance. I then slowly nodded while keeping my expression firm. Those were good words to hear from my guest in response. Her last remark had me thinking then. That meeting with all the others was mere hours ago. Were any of them worthy of being the tool of our rise? "Do you have any candidates in mind for this hammer you speak of? I would not think many of the other guests at my hall from earlier would suffice. They would seem better fit to serve as the more visible advisors that we would manipulate all the same." One could say that asking questions was a sign of ignorance and exploitable weakness. I saw it as control over the discussion. A mere question can steer what direction the words flow, and make one seem confident to keep speaking. It was an illusion they were in control by answering my questions. In reality, I would look at them as they may or may not run their mouth. Kloshi would be an interesting case for this illusion. She very well could be wise enough not be caught. In that case, it would be a good breath of fresh air to speak with someone that could match my intellect for once. The other races proved quite dull.

There was a brief quickness in her motion. I made sure not to appear even the slightest bit startled at this burst of energy. It satisfied me to see her eagerness. I then produced a short mixture of a snort and a snicker at her following words as her smaller hand became enveloped in mine. Even the stubby fingers of our kind were able to wrap around it seemed. I internally found it quite amusing. "I see.", I then paused knowing her playful lie was made, "Has anyone told you that you're too smart for your own good, Kloshi of the Desilijic?" My face was still as a stone, yet my voice hinted a return of playfullness with this prod. It should hopefully serve as a signal to her that of all in the galaxy, I was not going to be the one she could dupe so easily. Even if she might have allowed it to be perceived easier than her more skilled works, she knew I was watching.

Now we were in the heart of my personal living quarters. My world is obscured from most attention. My palace is then the most secure structure on my planet's surface. Here was among the most secure chambers in my palace. It was a great act of trust to allow me to take her this deep into my clutches. I very easily could have my droids do horrible things. As easily as that could be to pull off, attracting the ire of her brother and the Desilijic Clan alone, not even accounting for every Lorda from Tattooine to Kessel joining any revenge efforts like vultures smelling a kill on the wind, would be most foolish. An element of some semblance of trust would be what could make this alliance stand well.

It was good she liked this room. It was one I made sure to the architects of my palace to get right before I had them silenced. I would slide in to the currently shallow pool, which caused some of the water to slosh a bit. It was warm and still. The sides were made of a soft material so my back would not be forced to rest on cold metal. My guest had questions on how this was to work. "Seat yourself in a pleasant position, and I will have the floor sink to an optimal depth." As she would situated herself in the once again calm waters, I would find a button hidden on the side close to where I sat. As I held it, the bottom lowered until my smaller guest was about torso deep. "My droids are capable of fulfilling our desires adequately." I would wave my hand to signal one of the droids ready with a pitcher of brandy to come and fill us some cups. My voice rolled and echoed in this open room, "Tell the kitchen to provide a double portion of my private banquet."
"Rodger -Rodger.", the servant droid replied.
"More than just chubas, esteemed guest Kloshi. Roasted Bantha haunches, jars of puffers live-marinated, and more." I took a sip from my new and freshly filled cup before continuing. "Even on a world as neglected as this, no Lorda cannot have the essentials."

 

[Kloshi]

Objective: Test out a potential alliance
Location: Keg'rala's Private Chamber, Scrap Master’s Palace, Nar Vaadu
Tags: Keg'rala the Hutt

It would take much more than what Kloshi had laid out, but it would not be much more effort for Kloshi’s team to make their candidate look like the best one for the job. The feminine Hutt simultaneously blushed and chuckled when Keg’rala mentioned that he would remember how easy it was to weave such illusions with misinformation. ”We’re together in the shadows,” Kloshi hummed confidently. ”I have no intention of using my talents against you. Unless you make me.”

Keg’rala sought Kloshi’s opinion on who they should put out in front of the new Hutt Empire. In truth her thoughts always went to her brother, though that was selfish and she knew it would never fly. Like her he was Desilijic, but he was too volatile. She could depend on him to hold their clan together at the most, with her constant coaxing to the right solution. As the Hutt Emperor, Gula would not do. For that matter none of her clanmates. The ones that could conceivably hold power had pushed Kloshi down for too long. ”No, those you gathered are a well rounded group who would serve the Empire well using their own talents. As the leader, I do not see it from any of them…well…perhaps Brodda Besadii Tai or his cousin Jutteth Besadii Koragga have a chance to prove me wrong. They are from a powerful clan, if we discover usable traits, they could work.” The others of the gathering had their uses as she stated. Brodda had the clan name and a degree of strength about him. But only time would tell who would ultimately be what they needed in a tool.

”@Perla the Hutt would serve as a good conduit to get our message out to the galaxy and a hostess for grand displays,” Kloshi continued to speak on those who attended the meeting. ”@Harajuba would be good to offer distractions to those we need to distract. Though I didn’t get much more of a read on him after he started staring as if I was one of his slaves. Boht The Hutt is a hammer of a different sort.” Every Hutt that managed to survive into adulthood could be a hammer if they could just find the right handle to wield their talents properly.

With her hand comfortably within her gracious host’s, Kloski gave a chuckle at the response from Keg’rala regarding her sense of direction. She was quite glad that he was not fooled by such a simple lie. She just didn’t want to call attention to her size once more. An obvious fib seemed like a good way to keep his pace somewhere she could keep and not on the reason that her pace could be doubled by his. ”It has been stated before, but I do well not to believe them. I’m sure there is a degree at which one is too smart, but I have quite a long ways to accomplish that. From you I will take it as a compliment.”

Keg’rala was aware of how his pool worked and sloshed right in. Kloshi looked at him with jealousy in her eyes even though the water was not nearly deep enough for him to submerge much of his body in. He explained that once they were settled into the pool the floor would lower. With a smile Kloshi removed the single article of clothing that she wore, it was for support and function not modesty after all. Most Hutts wore nothing at all. The water should support her artificial girth just fine. ”Just make myself comfortable huh? I”m sure that won’t be too difficult.” Kloshi knew how to lounge in pools and quickly found a comfortable spot close to Keg’rala and nodded her readiness. As the floor of the pool sunk to cover more of her body in the warm liquid she cooed just a bit and smiled.

Kloshi smiled to Keg’rala not his servant droids as her brandy glass was refilled she took a light sip and smacked her lips as Keg’rala explained what would be brought for them to dine on. ”I can’t decide if you like me, or if you are just trying to test my appetite. I promise a full belly will make me a happy Hutt, but it won’t get you anything I wasn’t planning to give you already. And overfilling even my Hutt belly is not possible.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tag: Kloshi
Location: Penthouse of the Scrap Master's Palce, Nar Vaadu
Equipment: In Bio

The room provided a great sanctum for this conspiring. In addition, Kloshi has appeared more comfortable despite being so deep in my realm. She also took well to my remark on keeping her abilities in mind. "Together in the shadows." That was an interesting notion. "If that is the case, then I had good judgement aligning my interests with yours." I knew better than to fully give trust though. There was no way Kloshi would reserve her ability to gain the upper hand. Surely, her ambition would work at every possible angle.

She spent some time thinking on who we would prop up as the face. When she spoke, it showed that those who were in my hall merely hours prior would be our best chances for any form of colleagues in the formation of a new Hutt Empire. The Lordas of the Besadii Clan did have promise. After all, it was Jutteth of the Besadii Koragga who called for the assembly and had me open my hall. Having one of them become a figurehead could be useful. "With those who have shown vision for greater things, the Besadii Lordas did show promise for being a future face of the Empire. If not them, one from their stock might prove useful as well." Another sip would be taken as allowed my thoughts to further formulate. "Surprising that you didn't pick your brother or a cousin for this position. How does the Desilijic fair?" With that, it could be seen as a compliment. However, it truly was to allow Kloshi to reveal more of her methods.

Notions on the others I found intriguing. They certainly would still have usage. "Perla seemed to have an element of madness. There was enough methodology to make her usefulness possible, though." What she said on Harajuba though, piqued my interest. It appears he too found Kloshi's unique physique of interest. Though, it appears he had more than just curiosity. That would be something to remember. "Harajuba's business does appear to be in that glamourous field we have no care for. It does serve its purposes though. Having someone manage the most visible of industries will most certainly be useful." Then Boht was brought up. A warrior by all means. His talents would be useful. If an Empire is to be made, armies will need to be lead. "Boht will have very useful talents. Your brother would likely have similar usage to our design as well. Both are warriors good for striking fear into the enemies of our kind."

Humor was something a Hutt like me could not afford. Though her, that was another case. One who's business was the affairs of others, and manipulating others, could afford to have humor. This fib I probed at clearly was to cover for her size. "The fact you are still alive and prosperous does give credence to your statement." What would a member of my own species be if there was not a hint of arrogance? It would not be truthful to say that Kloshi did not have a charm about saying such things. From any others, I likely would have no patience. From her unique mind, it receives a different response.

Now in the pool, we sat ourselves in comfort. Her face changed from what I could see as assessment of the pool, likely not trying to make a fool of herself, to that of some sort of happiness. As she removed what article of clothing she had, her facial expression might have implied something different as hard as it may be to make certain. She mentioned procedures done in her past. I did not quite think of that beyond the initial mentioning earlier. Something about my guest though did have promise. It was good she managed to find her way in. Her close proximity was something I did not expect her to willingly take up. I remained unphased, but internally I was perplexed. The fact this alliance was initialized by her was already unconventional for our kind's ways. willingly coming to this close proximity was something new.

Before I could make remarks on her previous words, she then added to the intrigue with what she said next. Perhaps that more binding arrangement could prove useful? Though, leading with such an idea would not be right at this time still. More has to be unraveled. "You are one to speak on matters of liking as well. None of our kind I knew of would choose such close proximity. Is this an element of liking, or a test of your own?" Her remarks on being fulfilled added more to potential intrigue. "Aside from your company and this potential alliance, is there other things you planned on giving? What more do you think I am eliciting?" Such questioning was both stoic but coy. Part of me thought I knew what she might be trying to achieve, but I had to wait for her to say more. While not typical for our kind, a mate for life made from an ally would likely do well for positioning the Fath'ara back to a place it deserves.

 

[Kloshi]

Objective: Test out a potential alliance
Location: Keg'rala's Private Chamber, Scrap Master’s Palace, Nar Vaadu
Tags: Keg'rala the Hutt

Keg’rala seemed to accept Kloshi’s statement about using her tools against him, but Kloshi was too well versed in Hutt society to see this as trust. Loyalties between the two would need to be tested several times before either would be trusted. For the moment their goals aligned. Until one betrayed the other they would each test how beneficial a relationship could become and slowly over time perhaps that elusive trust would develop. ”I think we shall both be pleased with the benefits of our alliance.” Kloski responded with a nod of her head.

Kloshi watched as Keg’rala appraised her responses to the question of leadership. Would he be impressed? Did it really matter? Kloshi had spent decades conceiving of how to assert her own will upon the Hutts. More importantly, what could make the Hutt finally rise from the galactic vision of huge slugs rolling around in the slime of the underworld. Keg’rala might have input, he might have names on a list, that could be negotiated, but Kloshi would be quite disappointed if her insights were argued. When the Scrap Master concurred Kloshi smiled. At the mention of her own kin the smile evaporated. ”My clan has spent more than a century assuming that I am not worthy of anything. With the exception of my brother I do not trust any of them to accept the position with anything but steamrolling me as their goal. Gula the Hutt is too headstrong and reactive. He can keep the Desilijic in check and our clan will flourish, but as I said the Desilijic are not what they were when Mighty Jabba headed our clan.”

Keg’rala continued down the list of attendees to the recent gathering as I had. At the mention of Perla the Hutt Kloshi could not help a smirk. ”Madness in an ally is not always a bad thing. It provides cover and an easy scapegoat should the need arise to shelter your own name from calamity.” The statement was true, but as she previously stated there were other uses for the eccentric Perla and her assets. Keg’rala’s assessment of Harajuba also seemed to match mine. The pleasure industry was one that had always been front and center among the Hutts. Losing sight of that would be a mistake even if Keg’rala and Kloshi did not have much interest in it. There was not much more to discuss there so Kloshi took in the opinion on Boht which was used to include Kloshi’s brother. Gula was also a hammer, but there was more to him. ”Gula will certainly be wielded as a hammer like Boht, but he also has slaves and an interest in spice production. I’m sure Boht also has assets that can be used, we’ll figure that out over time.”

Another statement came that Kloshi took as a compliment. She had done more than survive, she had created an information empire that could not be matched in Hutt Space. She’d done so with her wiles and intelligence and likely without any of her fellow Hutt’s knowledge of just how big it had gotten. Kloshi let the statement of her intelligence leading to her survival hang in the air and she hummed pleasantly as her only response. She could build upon the statement, but there really was no point. They were establishing common ground for an alliance, gloating over her accomplishments was not going to get her far.

Keg’rala watched Kloshi enter the pool closely. Her actions to disrobe did not seem to elicit any reaction, the fact that Kloshi didn’t expect it to made any thoughts Keg’rala had to the contrary easily concealed. The effect of Kloshi’s half-flirtation on her host made Kloshi double think what he might have thought of her revealing herself completely to him. She filed that question away as something that she could dig in on further as their alliance evolved. Though calling teasing about his liking of Kloshi did seem to get Keg’rala to react.

Kloshi chuckled as Keg’rala turned the tables on her statement. ”You’ll find that I am not like many of our kind,” Kloshi stated, blinking her eyes and not moving an inch in either direction. ”There is a bit of like and test in my actions. As I’m guessing there are in yours as well. The truth is my number one aim is to have an ally in my plans. But as I said I am not like most Hutts. Friendship…” the word hung in the humid air as Kloshi hesitated. ”Is something that I have a longing for.” There was a bit in her tone and her eyes that said she yearned for more than just friendship in her life. But as different as she was from most Hutts, she was not so desperate that she would throw herself at Keg’rala. Hutts had a very long time for all things. Kloshi would be tactical in establishing whatever relationship would be with Keg’rala.

When Keg’rala came out and asked what else Kloshi would be willing to offer she froze for just a moment. Was he trying to hide intentions by stating them openly? ”Access to my information would be something that a normal Hutt would try to charm from me. Don’t think that I haven’t been wined and dined with the intention of tricking me into oversharing with a would-be ally.” She hummed and blinked again, followed by a nod of her head. ”For you Scrap Master the words were meant as a gentle tease. You have been quite fair in these negotiations. But if you are to get into business and politics with me, you’ll have to accept that I do have a playful side.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tag: Kloshi
Location: Penthouse of the Scrap Master's Palace, Nar Vaadu
Equipment: In Bio

Both of us new better than to see what things were said now as full trust. At least, in terms where both our gifts and our means of power being used against each other or not. Our kind has seen all as potential rivals more than potential allies. To trust anyone so quickly would be foolish for a Hutt of my station, even one of a pariah Clan. Kloshi does appear to be seeking a symbiotic alliance, where trust in the future might not be impossible. However, as one skilled in information gathering and brokering, she could very easily be playing at my strings to see if I sing. No such satisfaction will be given if I could help it. "Indeed. Joining forces will prove fortuitous for us both." , a half truth for certain.

Her thoughts on her own Clan were intrigueing. The Kajiedic of her and her brother were one thing, however it appears the scars left behind by the loss of Jabba the Great still have yet to heal in the Desilijic. It was a shame, truthfully. All Clans hunted the Fath'ara through the millennia, so I cannot truly harbor much resentment to them over that. However, she appeared to have some sort of disdain for her Clan. Perhaps I was an escape from them? If so, that could make for good leverage. "They have fallen farther than I have thought. As tragic as that might be,", in truth I found it joyous that a long time rival has gotten to such a state, "it does reduce a potential threat in the form of any envious cousins." I would take another sip before continuing. "If the Desilijic are as uncoordinated as you say, we can rest assured that none of your cousins will be successful if they even try to challenge our position." That last remark was more truthful in nature.

The others who attended did show promise. Even if I had gripes, there was a drive of ambition that many other Lordas across all Clans and Kajiedics seemed to lack. "The fact Perla the Hutt showed up means that means that there certainly is method to the madness. She will be unpredictable though. Certainly one to watch as both a potential liability and boon. If she proves unpredictable for us, then rivals to our kind stand little chance." While not touching directly on Kloshi's claims for Perla's place in the grand scheme of Hutt resurgence, my guest did make a fair point. If folly does come about, one who is seen as mad, does make for a scapegoat. Though hopefully, better usage of the new acquaintance would be made confusing enemies, serving as living counter intelligence, all the while her Kajiedic continues to pile credits. The others came to discussion though. "I will take your word about your brother. A member of the Desilijic can't be so easily simplified it seems. Even one who deals in more blunt matters. It certainly bodes well that Gula the Hutt is good for more than just brutalizing the lesser races. The fact he commands industries will work well too."

"As for Boht The Hutt , his presence on the home world is worth making account for. A warrior like your brother, but I hear his Kajiedic took over the forsaken lands of the Nem'ro after that Clan faded away." I nearly laughed at imagining the former arch enemy to my Clan being what dies first. Suudaa Nem'ro was a titan among the Lordas on Nal Hutta. After my ancestors was thwarted by him, a special resentment towards the Nem'ro has always lingered. "I think Boht is very aware of his home's position. On top of cultural significance, rumors even reached me that those old Nem'ro lands sit on top of one of the largest gas pockets on Nal Hutta. Similar to your brother, he is likely to prove useful on and off the battlefield. However, he's new. More needs to be seen to make certain of any judgements we make now."

I think I may have thrown her off with my lack of external response to the way she entered the pool though, thinking back. As we sat in the warm waters in the humid air, she likely was used to features of her physique garnering attention. For me, it was curiosity caged beneath the stone exterior. Had I expressed anything, I knew she would do well to exploit that interest, be it lustful or intellectual. Her words though appeared as if an effort to stir something. The look on her face, and the clearly chosen point of hesitation was something I saw in some of the lesser races. Ironic how it may have worked on me had I not been consciously putting up my front of stoicism. "In many ways, it seems so.", I replied with a slight inkling of emotiveness. I believed I knew possibly what game she could be playing. A small hint at that might illicit more from my guest. "I can then probably assume that such longing makes you seek such close proximity to ones you believe deserve such, as you say, 'friendship'?" I would look down towards her with my crimson red eyes looking right into her's. While no smile was on my lips, whether I liked it or not, a slight openness in the eyes formed in a way I did not catch in time to forbid my body from betraying. Time may be on the side of our kind, yet the classic hedonist pursuits also were present.

Before I could try to squeeze more intent from her, the food came. The smell wafted in the space, and the droids pushed the dishes on hovering trays and platters. A whole cask of the brandy was also brought, where the droid had it filling the pitcher whenever it went empty. For me, one hedonist desire switched to another, the food usually prepared only for me. While more was provided to allow Kloshi the opportunity of dining, it still was among my favorite foods here. I still held control, and that was what ultimately always mattered. "You haven't been wined and dined by the Scrap Master of Nar Vaadu, Kloshi of the Desilijic.", a more pompous tone was taken in those words. A slight smile appeared in my voice despite my face resuming some ounce of stone again. "You would imagine I would trick you though? Now that is intriguing." As flatly delivered as that might have been, my guest might have picked up on the tease of my own's opening. "You're the first to be wined and dined by the Scrap Master of Nar Vaadu. What makes you think there would be a trick at play?" Even though I did not have such a capacity for "playfulness" as Kloshi had, the confines of my halls emboldened me to play along in some capacity. If I was not going to coax more of her intentions out in my usual way, creativity had to be utilized in this place where the consequences were minimal. I then decided to rip a peace off from the banta meat that was provided for me. It was cooked to my liking as always. Droids were nothing if not consistent with their service. The meat itself was seared on the outside, almost crispy, but then the inside was soft, tender, and juicy. No seasoning was even needed with the charring taste and the volume of the juices.