Private Shunned Hutts Club

[Kloshi]

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

Perhaps Kloshi let too much of her opinion on her clan into the open. But she had no intention of leaning on her clan name to gain power or alliances. And it was the truth, if they were going to build a new Hutt regime, depending on the Desilijic to pull the weight that they could have under Jabba would be a mistake. ”I may see the fall as being further than others since I have to hear the bluster of how great the clan is, when the acts that made the clan so great happened before most Hutts were born.” It was true there was a good deal of bitterness from Kloshi to her own clan. Everyone except for her brother. They worked their hardest to push her down because she was not the strong Hutt they wanted her to be. Her strengths were in other areas. Perhaps it was an escape she sought. But she would not confirm that in voice. ”My cousins will be no threat to our plans. They are all still trying to be the next Jabba. There is no Jabba in the bunch, as a result they can’t see that banding together is their best bet. If they ever do come to that realization it will be too late. They will have no choice but to fall in line.”

Continued discussion of Perla, Gula and Boht made it apparent that they could fit into our plans as long as we found ways to keep them in line and focused towards a collective goal rather than entirely on individual riches and glory. ”I believe we shall require a follow up meeting. Test the willingness of these pieces to be part of a plan. Make sure that they can be stopped from blowing things up as soon as something doesn’t turn their way. In the end it does appear like they could be the foundations of a council that would be able to aid us in forming a Hutt Empire…but we will need to learn what we can wield to control each of them before we even think to bring them on board.”

Keg’rala accepting the Kloshi was not like most Hutts was a win in her eyes. It made her unpredictable, which meant that whatever angle she took at a problem or question would be unforeseen. The expected could become the unexpected. She had no true intention at the moment to push the Scrapmaster off balance, but it was good to know that she could. ”Friends are hard to find among the Hutts. You are the first that I’ve even thought it could be possible with,” Kloski responded with a nod of her head. ”Ra, my majordomo and my head hackers have become friends to a degree. Friends that I require to continue to show me loyalty, but not slaves like most Hutts keep. It could be a flaw that I look for this. But it also seems to keep me well connected to the pulse of the galaxy. These ‘friends’ trust me, and the friendship gives them the confidence to speak freely.” Kloshi gave a bit of a shrug.

As the food was delivered Kloshi gave a loud welcome laugh and rubbed her belly before licking her thin lips. She quickly dug into the refreshments continuing to listen to her host while eating in as polite a manner as was expected between Hutts. She chuckled when Keg’rala made a statement asserting that his wining and dining was superior to any other. Kloshi would not be quick to disagree, though that would be as much because she actually enjoyed his presence more than his offerings being more luxurious or plentiful. She had no complaints on either of those front either though. She hummed at his next statement and put a finger to her mouth in thought. ”I have a very broad imagination. I do not think that you are trying to trick or bribe me. I think that you are truly open to the alliance that has been put in front of you. But we are Hutts. I would be a fool to put tricks outside the realm of possibility.”

When Keg’rala said that Kloshi was the first it was not surprising, and despite the fact that her being perceived as less than a threat in her current situation was probably a good part of her getting this treatment, Kloshi did swoon just a bit. She quickly concealed the emotion, but under a calm exterior there was a part of Kloshi that was beginning to wonder what if…? ”It is quite an honor to be the first, Scrap Master Keg’rala,” Kloshi hummed, continuing the playful tone of things. ”Whether your intention is to trick, bribe or is genuine good will, I will receive your gifts with a smile and give my own when I feel they are earned.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

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

The feasting had begun. With it, came more plotting. An appetite for food was well-coupled with an appetite for power. With it, I saw something interesting in my guest. In her voice, a hint of frustration at her kin was just so slightly betrayed. I realized it in full now. An alliance here would allow her to be able to not be dragged down by such plots. A smaller member of the Clan would likely be treated like a runt of the litter. Each of her cousins trying to overshadow her at every turn. "Your brother will do well for our designs then. Big and strong enough for your cousins to fall in line quickly, and smart enough not to exploit that and turn such possible power against us." In truth, there was little more I could think of from there. Only time could tell what could be made of the Desilijic Clan. At least the Desilijic Pargg Kajiedic will prove to work well for the designs. It would have to do for now. The rest will have to remain unknown.

I would nod between bites of meat and squirming live food as she made further remarks on the guests from earlier. "They will do well, for certain. If they all arrived, then that means they have ambition that could be steered. They have desires that are not so easily met by stewing in their palaces. We will orchestrate their satisfaction." I would then take further bites of food in front of me as well as generous gulps of drink. However, I knew well than to force an agenda on such beings. Yet, if the aligned forces of Kloshi and I orchestrate them getting what they want, but to a level they still do not surpass us, it will secure our places among the Hutts. My manufacturing efforts would work as the hard power that is seen and felt by all. Her information web would be the subtle soft power that keeps them in line without them knowing. It was almost perfect.

She then spoke of friendship. Hutts and "friendship" was a strange combination at best. Many saw it as weakness. It was not too wrong either. Such close ties could be exploited by rivals. It would be like creating a hole in one's armor and praying nobody stabs there. However, among Hutts could prove different. A slave or servant from the lesser races might be prone to treachery and deceit. Another Hutt is easier to see. Closer ties among my own kind could prove more useful and secure. With the looks Kloshi has been giving, and some of her more "playful" language, there very likely could be such a bond that would end up securing my position more than if I had merely surpassed rivals in typical competition. However, I would not let my guard down just yet. "You speak of how your friends trust you.", I said between a bite of meat before taking a squirming puffer and swallowing it whole, "Yet, what about yourself? How much trust do you place among friends?" It was a fair question. One that could likely glean more from my guest, if received well enough. "I do find agreement on the nature of slaves though. They are prone to treachery and rebellion. One sniff of freedom and they frenzy. While you may be currying favor with those who serve you, I have found droids accomplish such goals as well. They don't require food, and can work until ordered to stop, as well." Such a remark was meant to potentially coax more comfort from my guest by engaging her so-called "playful side."

Her partaking in the food as well, proved to be a good sign. A very good sign. While scrap and refuse littered my world, the wealth I commanded still needed to be shown. Voontara City might be filled with shining lights and a fair amount of speeder traffic, but many may still think it impoverished. From there, assumptions could be made of me, its ruler and owner. Then came a probing of her own, it seemed. Calmly, I looked to my guest. "Consider this approval of this alliance then. If you require it written, then that will be made so with a mere wave of my hand." I would take a rib off the large morsels of Bantha meat before taking a large chunk of it off the bone with a single chomp. A relaxed sip to wash it down soon followed. "Think of my intentions what you will. I know you will not refuse my approval of this arrangement between us." From there, I allowed a pause to let my words sink in further. Perhaps me coming out with approval directly would throw her off. Perhaps Kloshi anticipated I would dance the dance longer. I was curious how she responded to a reduction in the back and forth. "Now, with my approval, is there a gift of good faith, or will you require more before anything is shown on your part?" Perhaps with that bit of prodding, will she spill some intent. If not, there is more food and drink to loosen the tongue and ease her mind. I would sit back in comfort while observing her response intently.

 

[Nor'baal the Hutt]

The grand hall of Nar Vaadu was a sight to behold, a dazzling display of wealth and power that few in the galaxy could rival. Dimly lit rooms, no doubt heaped high with treasure - Nor'baal was under no illusion that those gathered here had means far beyond his own. But did they have the skill for the game as he did? He guessed he would soon find out.

The heavy doors at the far end of the hall creaked open, drawing the attention of those assembled. Nor'baal Desilijic Tiure, accompanied by two loyal Gamorreans and a protocol droid, slithered into the room with a measured grace. His massive, scarred form was a testament to the harsh life he had led on Tatooine, yet his presence commanded attention.

"Nor'baal the Hutt," the protocol droid announced in a crisp, metallic voice, "has arrived."

Nor'baal paused just inside the entrance, his deep-set yellow eyes scanning the room with a mixture of curiosity and calculation. The Hutt wanted to make sure those gathered could get a measure of him, just as he could of them. He could feel the weight of the other Hutts' gazes upon him, measuring and judging this newcomer to their assembly. A broad, almost predatory smile spread across his face as he moved forward to take his place among them.

<I express my dissatisfaction for my delay,> Nor'baal's voice rumbled, resonant and authoritative. <Matters on Tatooine required my personal attention. I trust I have not missed too much of our esteemed gathering?> he added, asserting himself firmly into the gathering, as if he belonged.

He inclined his head slightly in respect, his expression one of polite interest. <It is my belief that our combined strength can yield unparalleled power and profit. We Hutts have always done best when we seek the gain of all.>

As he settled into his place, Nor'baal gestured to his enforcers, who stepped forward carrying ornate chests. <As a token of my respect and a gesture of goodwill, I have brought gifts from Tatooine,> he announced. <Within these chests, you will find some of the finest treasures the desert planet has to offer.>

The enforcers opened the chests, revealing their contents, grunting and stepping back. Nor'baal was hopeful the expense he had incurred, and the people whom he had stolen some of these chests from, would all be worth it. The first chest contained a collection of exquisite jewels and precious metals, mined from the harsh landscapes of Tatooine. The second chest held rare spices and exotic delicacies, harvested from the planet's few oases and carefully preserved. The third chest contained a selection of finely crafted weapons, each one a masterpiece of Tatooine's skilled artisans.

Nor'baal watched as the other Hutts inspected the gifts, their expressions hopefully a mixture of surprise and approval. He had chosen these items carefully, knowing that such tokens could pave the way for alliances and mutual benefits.

<My fellow Hutts,> he continued, seeking to assert himself as a natural speaker and melder of good deals, < - these gifts are but a small sample of what Tatooine has to offer. Our planet, though harsh and unforgiving, holds many secrets and resources. I propose that we combine our efforts to exploit these opportunities, to the benefit of us all.>

He gestured to an attendant, who quickly brought forth a holographic projector. <If I may, I have a few ideas that could benefit us all,> he said, activating the device to display schematics of a new smuggling route, which snaked past Tatooine, skirting the borders of some of the larger powers as it did so <This is just one of many opportunities we can explore together.>

The holographic display flickered to life, showing detailed maps of hyperspace lanes and potential trade routes that bypassed law enforcementpatrols. Nor'baal explained each one in detail, highlighting the benefits and potential profits.

<These routes,> he concluded, <will allow us to move our goods more freely and securely. By working together, we can ensure our dominance in the galactic underworld.>

The other Hutts he hoped would see their interest piqued. Nor'baal's late arrival would hopefully be quickly forgotten as the meeting shifted into a discussion of strategy, power, and wealth.

 

[Kloshi]

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

As the food was ushered in, Kloshi became more and more comfortable in her surroundings. It was an odd feeling for a Hutt outside of their own territory. Comfort did not mean that Kloshi was about to completely let her guard down however. The subject of her Clan was becoming a little tiresome however, so Kloshi was glad that Keg’rala seemed to add one last word accepting her brother as their figurehead, the rest could rot as far as Kloshi was concerned. And if things went the way she hoped she would watch it happen.

She nodded her head slowly and hummed. ”I assume there is no question as to the head of Clan Fa'athra, but do you have other kin that could be of use, or should be cut out of our plans?” Kloshi didn’t relish turning the tables on her host. But now that it seemed clear their best path forward within the Desilijic Clan it only seemed proper to make sure that she would not be surprised by someone from Fa'athra.

The subject of our fellow meeting attendees was something that also could not go on forever. They were an interesting bunch. Something told each of them that being a part of a conversation would be more fruitful than an individual power grab. Either that or they attended to know who would need to be eliminated when they made said power grab. Kloshi was quite certain that her interactions wouldn’t put that big a bullseye on her back that she would not be able to wriggle away if one of the other Hutts came after her. But Keg’rala was right about them. As long as we could find the right strings to pluck this group could make beautiful music. ”We will need to balance giving in to those desires with keeping them on the hook for more.” After taking a bite of meat and humming her pleasure at the taste Kloshi nodded again and continued. ”I am confident that together we can figure out how to keep the others on the line.”

As the conversation turned to friendship and trust, Kloshi felt that it was going to require a bit of a tight rope routine. Something that was not in the specialty of most Hutts physically, but most handled it rather deftly in conversation. Always a degree of paranoia in their kind. ”I cannot offer the same rate of payment as other Hutts. I pay in certain freedoms. I trust my friends to protect my needs. I trust that they would not work for another without informing me first. I don’t trust that their loyalty is endless. Even my friends have their leashes. Expectations that need to be met to remain friends.” The agreement on slaves drew a nod from Kloshi. Though she did understand that a well monitored droid employee base was considerably more safe, she wasn’t sure that she could manage only being surrounded by droids. ”Flesh and blood is much more unpredictable than droids. Which is why I find slaves dangerous. Employees and possible friends are much better for me. And I see droids work pretty well for you. I assume that if one acts off you merely deactivate it and repurpose the parts.” Kloshi paused for a moment, humming as she considered her next words. ”Getting rid of friends can prove more difficult, but lines must be drawn. Friends also can be pleasantly surprising in a way that droids just cannot.”

The words of acceptance of an alliance brought a wide smile to Kloshi’s thin lips. Like Keg’rala she would continue to enjoy the feast that was brought to her. She also felt more comfort and relaxation of the soaking pool and the humid air. She had accomplished what she desired upon arrival on Nar Vaadu, even if she wasn’t sure that Keg’rala was the other side of the alliance that would be brokered. ”I accept your approval of our alliance with great pleasure and continued hopes that we can build trust that I have with other friends.” At this point she had been quite clear that her desire for relationships beyond that of most Hutts was not something Kloshi felt the need to hide. She was also pretty sure that Keg’rala knew that did not mean that there was a blindspot that he could stick a knife.

”Hmmm. You wish a gift in order to seal the alliance?” Kloshi hummed in a teasing tone. ”I happen to have a suggestion for our first production run. There is no model, just a number of vague machines needed,” she continued with equal enjoyment in her tone. ”My datapad is still with Ra in the main portion of your palace. When you have viewed my list…I trust you to name the price. Credits are available, but I also have a great deal of information on any entity you can think of…”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

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

My guest appeared to be getting more comfortable. That was good. All the more easier to hopefully pry more information from her tight lips. Truly, she had to be unmatched in using many words to say next to nothing. A master at saying things that were a string of red herrings. I was more inclined to perceiving such moves rather than executing them. Lying was something one could easily do, but would take utter skill to master. To catch lies was something of its own entirely in terms of talent. I chose to recline slightly while I dined further. The both of us were swiftly tearing through these dishes. Calling another round might be in order sooner than I might have thought. It certainly was not the worst problem to have.

She then asked about my Clan. A curious question, indeed. Sadly, the answer would not be as rich as matters with the Desilijic. "I'm afraid I am the only Fath'ara alive today. We have been keeping our numbers small purposefully throughout the ages. I would hardly believe if there was a Hutt out there claiming to be kin of mine. Of course, I intend on continuing the Clan in the future as is custom. Legacy certainly is an intriguing matter for our kind." I then took another drink. Being the only Hutt of your name was both a blessing and a curse. I at least did not have to deal with numerous family lines competing for dominance like the Desilijic and Besadii. However, if I went down, Fath'ara goes extinct forever. There would be no questioning. Perhaps siring a few Huttlets down the line would rectify such a concern. Not numerous enough to create that web of rivalries, but there would at least be more than just one Fath'ara to kill if any rivals try their hand at extermination of my Clan.

One thing was certain, Kloshi knew well to make it seem like she would give what the other one wanted whether she actually could or not. In this case though, the prospect of a strong alliance seemed very tangible. It would not be her serving as a diplomatic parasite in my operations. Rather, her network could bolster my position as a manufacturer more than ever before. "A balance must always be achieved to direct things through the desires of others, true.", I then took a bite of meat, "Yet that would be no issue for us. It is only a matter of finding what they want rather than finding out how to dangle what they want in front of them." Right then I knew quite well my guest was attempting to do exactly that with me here as well. In this case, I wanted knowledge, and she was going to do all she could to make it just a mere trickle. To be truthful, it was an intriguing challenge.

The matter of friendship produced interesting prospects. Friendship among my own kind. I still could not fully trust her words, at least not now. "Your methods do produce intrigue, Kloshi. You make slaves servants, and servants friends.", one last sip of my current fill would be taken before I held out my hand for the droid with the pitcher to fill my cup, "A fair way to keep those of the lesser species in their place. Certainly a way to rule them without them thinking they are being ruled." It was clever and devious. Those two things I approved quite well considering those in question these methods were used on. However, perhaps that would evoke her to say more on Hutts. Would she see them as the same to deal with in similar ways? With that, it would certainly be clear I would see how she would see how to deal with me in this alliance.

As she made remarks on my usage of droids, I at least gained further insight into her methods too when it came to the lesser beings of the galaxy. "Your clever methods are noteworthy indeed. Both our ways appear to neuter any rebellious efforts among those who serve our interests." The first sip of a fresh pour was rich going down my gullet. "You understand the ease of having droids serve a master, Kloshi. Indeed, if any of them start to falter in serving me, they could very easily be disposed of and replaced. My world makes that sort of process even easier to accomplish." I then did not know what to say in regard to her remark on friends being harder to dispose of and replace. Something about her diction hinted at some other sign likely directed at me. I decided to resort to a question after some pause for thought. "What surprises do you allude to? Rebellion by more interesting means just violent upheaval?" That last bit was a jest to add some levity to a question likely to pry further into the mind of my guest.

Me voicing acceptance of an alliance with her, and by extent her Kajiedic, seemed to be well appreciated by Kloshi. Good. A brighter mood might incline her to say more. It would be unclear if that actually would be the case though. She would allude to relations she had with others, which I was unfamiliar with. Considering I had just met her earlier this day, the personal affairs of Kloshi were something I only had educated guesses based on what she would allude to here. "What trust would that be? Is there a closeness you look for in this arrangement between us that is more social than professional?" As I finished saying that, a look of studying her came across my face. There was no look of disdain or overt interest. Rather, me taking the sight of her in. While she did have a physical affliction in terms of size, it still was likely Kloshi could make for a good mate if that was what she entailed. However, if I ask, I would appear too desperate and wanting. If such a fate was the case, this dance of words and posture would likely continue a bit more.

At this point, I have almost gotten used to her teasing and "playfulness." Now that I had learned to expect it, it was easier to respond to now that even Kloshi admitted it. "The first order of business with the promise of being able to afford it. A fair gift to begin things with. Your servant will be tended to properly as a guest from your host. However, you and I shall remain as the only flesh and blood beings in this level. There is still more food and drink ready for us, as well as an ample opportunity to ensure our alliance begins with no issue." It was a veiled way of saying how I was enjoying this company. It was enjoyable indeed. In addition, I intended on gaining as much of her trust as possible. With such an alliance in formation, even when considered fully formed by its parties from what is seen, I was going to make sure Kloshi and I were on the same footing with this arrangement in all aspects of it.

 

[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 was not sure what to think when she heard that Keg’rala was the only Fath'ara. She thought if she herself was in his place it would be a blessing and a curse. Keg’rala seemed to have adapted well enough, choosing to surround himself with droids. In his place Kloshi would find herself a bit lonely, but at the same time she would be rid of those cousins who made her ascension more difficult. If she was a normal strong Hutt like Keg’rala she was unsure if she would be upset. He seemed to be thriving without clan rivalry. Sure Keg’rala would need to think about legacy at some point, but as a Hutt that was something that he had a while to think about, and needed no mate to make it happen. Though if things went right Kloshi was willing to see what a union with Clan Fath’ara and producing an heir might be like. She would keep that to herself for now. ”Well you seem to be making inroads to allowing your Clan to come out of the shadows. Especially if our alliance produces the fruit we both seem to think it capable of. If you are all that exists of your kin and clan, I would say that I am happy to be a part of things as you reclaim prominence.”

The words were more than likely seen as hollow placation at best, and at worst paranoia that Kloshi wished to hoard in on Keg’rala’s successes. That was fine with Kloshi for now. Hutts were not easily given to trust. The fact that she had bonded with Keg’rala and had a yearning to build upon a mere alliance was something natural distrust would keep from being too evident and that would meet Kloshi’s needs for now. Afterall, she didn’t want Keg’rala to see her as some lovestruck lesser species. She was not that. But she was intrigued as to what could be built.

Kloshi gave a bit of a chuckle as talk of family affairs predictably turned back to business. ”Balance is not often the way with us Hutts. Even in sharing spoils, most will find something to call their own that only they will reap benefits from. However, as you say, we will work to find this balance to bring more into our influence. If a new day will dawn on the Hutt Empire we will need to be able to find ways for others to work as equals more than rivals. And that the new Empire benefits us more than them…that will be something they will find out when it is too late.” Kloshi loved a good plot. And having someone who worked on her level instead of working with her current friends was quite a nice thing.

Kloshi wasn’t sure if intrigue was a compliment when Keg’rala spoke of how she managed her people. Slavery was overrated. And honestly not as truthful a thing. Servitude was much more accurate. Slaves were given something to provide services. Keeping a slave cost the Hutt something and gained the “slave” something. Lack of freedoms didn’t make them any less employees. Sure Kloshi pampered her servants more than most. She also needed more evolved, talented servants to keep her businesses running. That some became friends did not mean they had become any less servants. ”Precisely,” Kloshi purred. ”To get the best results and maintain the most loyalty in lesser species servants, I find the ways of our kind lacking. But make no mistake the servants no matter how pampered are still mine…”

Kloshi nodded and enjoyed a few bites of food and a sip of brandy as Keg’rala announced that both unconventional ways for a Hutt to assemble servants seemed to be working out well. If she were honest Kloshi wished that she could have found solace in servitude of droids early in life. It would have been much easier than finding friends. But even though she wasn’t even in her prime years yet, it had been too long for her to change her longing for live, sometimes unpredictable interactions. ”Manufacturing is something that can be programmed. If I had found interest in such a field perhaps I would not have grown attached to my own methods. I realize there are more risks with it. But for me I don’t think I could change. And information mining is something that takes a bit of following your gut. Not everything that is important appears so.”

The mention of rebellion with violence returned Kloshi to a sense of mirth and she chuckled again before taking a sip of brandy. ”I have had to deal with a servant who thought my generosity and friendship opened me up to a challenge. As with your malfunctioning droids, that servant needed to be put down. It is unfortunate that it doesn't leave me with raw materials like your failing servants do. ‘Friends’ also provide a needed joke when you get bad news or a venture doesn’t turn out as expected.” Kloshi grumbled, ”It is unfortunate that this is not a one-way thing. But it is welcomed when needed and something that a droid or a slave just will not ever be able to provide.”

As Keg’rala asked about what else Kloshi might desire in their relationship, she could tell by the look on the larger Hutt that he was looking for something in her answer. Something to hold over her? Some nugget of information that would lead to him controlling this alliance? Kloshi smiled. ”If I aim to make my servants friends, do you think that I would not desire the same of my partner? Sharing social moments with you would be quite enjoyable I would think. I also would not be surprised to learn that I was the most romantic thinking Hutt on record. That’s not to say that I let these interests rule me, but I always start relationships with open eyes and hopes.”

Kloshi was surprised that Keg’rala didn’t have a piece of information that he would ask for the moment there was a trade involved. Surely he knew what Kloshi’s business was. The fact that he wished them to remain the only living beings in this portion of his palace was quite agreeable to Kloshi. He had surrounded himself with droids, but Kloshi had seen the way Hutts had regarded Raa Jan and Kloshi would have to admit she was not immune to the intrigue of her major domo’s appearance. She wished very much to remain the focus of Keg’rala’s attention. So Raa remaining comfortably where she was had to be for the best. ”I accept your continued hospitality with great happiness. We need not involve anyone else in our discussions.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

Tags: Kloshi
Location: Penthouse Level of the Scrap Master's Palace, Nar Vaadu

As we both continued to gorge, my attention remained split between my guest and my food. Such a place as this ensured that all security was present. I had nothing to fear. It was clear to me that Kloshi had no tricks at the time, at least none that involved physical harm. I still kept my posture relatively straight despite this as to project alertness still. As she spoke, all seemed normal. It was not terribly uncommon for a Hutt Clan to have small numbers, yet that still came with obvious disadvantages. However, part of her words nearly caught me off guard. It might have just been a playful tone of speech, yet "-being a part of things as you reclaim prominence" rattled in my head. Was this an act of flirtation? I could not act as if it was though. Otherwise I may end up looking a fool. With a hospitable yet stoic expression and tone, "The rebirth of my Clan's honor certainly can't be ignored. The fact that Besadii alone were able to tolerate my existence, while also willing to arrive at my hall, is a good sign. It certainly allows the Fath'ara to expand rather than keep itself small to hide easier." Yet, while this newfound respect for my Clan may allow many luxuries, lessons learned in the hard times still must be remembered. It would be important that the Fath'ara does not grow as large as Clans like Desilijic and Besadii, with numerous Kajiedics under countless bloodlines scrambling for prosperity and dominance.

"It is impossible to deny how we are creatures of excess, indeed.", I began regarding her words, "The fact the others would assume as much as well makes it a perfect illusion. They won't think to look for a balance. They would only think to look for the excesses, which would come from elsewhere. Between that, and their own chases for excess, these efforts would slip right beneath their noses." Even though I maintained confidence, I still had thoughts in my head. Wants of the flesh was something for the lesser races. Kloshi still found ways to evoke it, somehow. It was frustrating that a chink in my armor could be found. I was lucky that I could still mask it. Additionally, I was conflicted with the fact that it was a fellow Hutt who found it, which I had to give some respect to the prowess of one of my own kind. More food and drink managed to keep the facade going well though. "With how you manage your servants, it is clear you would be rather skilled at creating such an illusion for our own kind as well.", I added regarding how she explained how she handled her servants. I quite liked how she proved so devious in that fact of making her servants think they were friends. As long as I was exempt from such a norm, I saw no issue at all. I found it rather fun to be in league with such a puppet master of the lesser species.

It was hard to argue rationale with a Hutt, even as a Hutt. When one of us found a way to achieve power and hold on to it, we seldom change. As Kloshi spoke of her unwillingness to replace her flesh and blood servants with machines, it was truthfully the same for me. "The same is true with my unwillingness to exchange my mechanical servants with programmed loyalty for flesh and blood. The lesser species do not lack for creativity with how to serve their rulers. However, it's very difficult to remove ambition from them. Such servants have betrayed my Clan too many times for me to permit them in places like this." I would take a sip before finishing my thoughts on those terms. "At least a name like Desilijic commands respect to create more obedient thralls. It likely makes removal of the disloyal easier if there is a majority that will obey as they should."

She chuckled with a bit of glee at the thought of rebellion. I guess for Kloshi, such things probably would be seen as more entertaining than an existential threat. A part of me envied that kind of luxury. "You enjoy their humor?", I asked before shoving a chunk of Bantha between my lips. Sure, there was more in her statement I could use for a response. However, that small question on that seemingly small quirk of her's might be able to reveal more from my guest.

Her following words brought about some more thoughts from my ever-working mind. It was akin to the machines I worked with now. It constantly strived to find new paths to gain more. A constant stream of schemes, plots, and ponderings. It truly is a wonder I have not been wracked with chronic headaches yet. Could what I have been thinking truly be the case though? Flirtation has been attempted? "Considering what you say, your partnership is looking to be rather enjoyable.", I said before taking another sip. I would then wave my hand to the servant droids signaling another round of the same dishes afte realizing we have been starting to finish off what was currently in front of us both. I firmly believed that a true Hutt is never full. "It appears you truly do enjoy my hosting ability as well. Considering my Clan becomes more secure, perhaps a stay at your palace would be in order.", I said with the consideration of the question of if she had a palace. Then came what caused such thoughts in my mind to form. "In all relationships, these thoughts are present?", was how I returned from her remarks. A small opening of my eyes hinted at a small level of playful curiosity. Behind my physical appearance though, such an expression was to cater to Kloshi's ways. It certainly will prove interesting how she will see this effort of "playing along."

Kloshi enjoyed the privacy and my hospitality then. Such was very good. Very good indeed. I would produce a small hint of a smile before taking another drink. "It gladdens me to know I can impress on the first try with these things." In addition to the privacy it garnered our talks, her majordomo's presence would likely be a distraction. For me, no. The supposed allure of the lesser species has been lost on me for ages. Considering how Kloshi referred to her openness for possibilities, would likely leave her too distracted for any worthwhile business to be conducted.

 

[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 fact that Keg’rala felt at ease enough to express relief that one of the major clans had attended his palace and they treated civilly, no matter how short of time that meeting may have lasted, was a boon to Kloshi. To acknowledge that a slight was more expected was an admitted weakness. An obvious one for sure given the history of Clan Fath'ara, but one that most Hutts would not admit with their full defenses and pride up. The mention of rebirth made Kloshi swoon just a bit, but she hoped she did well to hide it. ”Despite the past, the Fath’ara are good stock, and I may be in the presence of their greatest Lorda. There is no reason to hide any longer.” If there was any doubt of her personal interest the tone of this flattery didn’t leave much doubt. Still it was a long stretch for a Hutt to get from flirtations to anything grander.

A species of excess, that was an understatement. And something that could be used as a carrot to keep the other Hutts following our lead. Hiding our own gains would be the most difficult part. Making the other Hutts think they were benefiting from our maneuvers, that wouldn’t be nearly as hard. The simplest of excess would have a Hutt hum in pleasure. ”Would it shock you to hear that I think that most of our kind would be easier to trick than the lesser species that I employ?” Kloshi responded when mention of her tactics came up. She added a giggle that was intended to continue along the lines of flirtation, though it wouldn’t not be as obvious as her previous tone as it was a new action attempted and came off a bit awkward. ”A pretty slave, a strong slave, a pile of credits. Our kind can be fooled by mere gift of material things. The lesser species are ruled by emotions. A bad thing in some senses, but in this it shields them from being bought easily.”

It was not a shock in the least that Keg’rala would not alter his way of thinking to include servants of lesser species into his retinue. Why would he? He had survived and then thrived for quite some time with only machines doing his bidding. At this point even the jobs that might benefit him that required more ingenuity than could be programmed into a droid he would be able to enlist another Hutt to do said service. Kloshi would work with him to get information that they could share to bend the Hutts to their way of thinking. She would do so because his machines would build the devices of war that they would need to instill security to their new Hutt Empire. ”I suppose the Desilijic name does tend to let a servant know that there is a power behind my hand. That like Jabba had before I would treat betrayal with swift retribution. It tends to weed out the most ambitious who think to use my network to get ahead and then work on their own.”

Kloshi paused for a moment when Keg’rala questioned the role of humor. She nearly laughed, but quickly realized that Keg’rala likely had little interaction with jovial organics. ”Humor is something that can calm a stormy day. I suspect there is a good amount of calm for you in consistency. Stormy days are likely rare when your subordinates work like a clock. Still. I think you might enjoy a bit of humor…I could try to share some with you sometime.”

Hearing that Keg’rala found what Kloshi said about their partnership intriguing made the smaller Hutt blush, or whatever the Hutt version of a blush was. It likely had little actual affect on her physical appearance, but she felt it in her gut. The fact that her words confirmed a liking to his hosting abilities made Kloshi chuckle as he continued. ”All relationships begin with near infinite possibilities,” Kloshi responded with a chuckle to Keg’rala’s teasing toned question of how she viewed relationships. ”For most it does not take long for it to become very clear that they are limited,” she continued in a playful complimentary tone. ”Very few remain open to anything after the amount of time we’ve spent in private.”

It was good to see that Keg’rala maintained Hutt ego. Kloshi had it too. She just had been diminished by so many because of her physical maladies that she didn’t express it in quite the same way. Ego was a trait that could be played upon. Kloshi just hoped that her genuine endearment with Keg’rala would not be seen as deceitful. ”The food and brandy are quite good. You have wonderful taste for sure. But it is as much the dialogue and connecting with a like minded soul that raises my desire to remain.”

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

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

"A Desilijic saying such about the Fath'ara bodes well.", I remarked with profound satisfaction. In truth, it did. Not only is it the Fath'ara who gain respect at long last, but it is I who brings that elevation about for the Fath'ara. I would be the one remembered in my clan's history compared to the dishonorable failure its progenitor was. Sure, I named the city that serves as my seat of power after him, yet what better than to name a city built on top of filth? Through me, the Fath'ara will evolve. That was a very pleasing thought. I would then be brought back to the present with my schemes upon hearing a slight exhalation from my guest. It was somewhat strange, yet intriguing. That playful tone seemed to couple with it, which furthered my apprehension.

She then posed an interesting question. Surely, this was just one of her playful moments again. Could she hold such sentiments? "Go on.", I would bid. She then continued talking about the easy appeasement of those I see as rivals. In a sense, there was truth. Our species grew on material. We are material. All we see or want is material. Emotions are merely reactions to what material we encounter. For years, this weakness in my kind has been something I critiqued often yet hearing it from another made it seem as if my isolated schemes may have been on to something. "Yet, this lack for care of the material does make their emotions just as exploitable. While I do see this weakness in many of our contemporaries, emotions can be just as easily exploited as credits and slaves. The lesser species are little different from droids, as I've learned from owning a planet crawling with them as laborers, shop-keeps, and lowlifes. They just require a certain means of programming. Then they learn their place and follow orders as good as a droid so long as they remain programmed. Droids are only different as thoughts of freedom don't need to be beaten down from them. They can follow commands without reward. Slaves must be beaten. Droids don't."

As Kloshi remarked on how she treated her servants, while also using her Clan's name as a tool, I nodded with approval. "With that, you certainly have learned well how to beat the slaves into droids made from meat. You may call them friends, my esteemed guest. You may not see them as slaves in full. Yet, you know the ways of plucking cords of the hearts of lesser beings. That is what the Fath'ara sees much in this alliance. My machines are tireless, hardy, and obedient. Yet, do not count on a droid to manipulate the smaller creatures of this galaxy that are designed to be ruled. The Desilijic Pargg, particularly you, have managed to understand such creatures well." I looked down towards her face to see what response may come from such words. Another prodding. Yet, with this it was more positive sounding. I have seen her reaction to a challenge. What would praise do?, I wondered.

Again, she played as she spoke. The tantalizations appeared to me as a means to maintain some ounce of leverage on any grander.....more personal schemes. While we as Hutts had much time, we as Hutts still had our wants. While I wanted her for her Clan's resources, as well as the assets of her Kajiedic, a part of me saw her and understood why some of my rivals became infatuated with the slaves. Yet, such creatures were beneath me. Kloshi of the Desilijic managed to produce such wants while being a worthy species. "Humor may find a place in my hall considering how this alliance fairs.", I replied with some ounce of tantalization in return.

Her laugh was good. I knew what a laugh with me sounded like. She certainly did not laugh at my words. She laughed with them. As she spoke of possibilities it is clear my effort of coaxing some level of intent from Kloshi paid off. There was a certain want present in my guest. One that very likely could prevent this alliance from easily shattering. One that may tie her and I's interests very closely. A broad smile stretched across my wide mouth. A devious look in the eye came about. A mixture of sentience and the primal instinct of our species. She would compliment by hosting further, but say more substantial purposes are for her remaining. It was then, instinct took hold that was being steered by my calculated and scheming mind.

A current under the waters disturbed the stillness and flushed through. It was no mechanism. Rather, the tip of my tail intentionally moving towards where Kloshi tapered in form. The powerful girth of my frame made my tail coil around my guests before pulling Kloshi much closer. "It is good you wish to remain, Kloshi of the Desilijic.", I said looking down intently at my guest's face, "I, Keg'rala of the Fath'ara, want for that. Our species' lives are long. Emotions of the lesser races are absent. Mating is unnecessary for our kind. Yet, who is to deny a mighty Lorda his wants? You may have the station to do so. Yet, you have said much to show the contrary. Perhaps our alliance becomes slightly more than professional and political. Perhaps, a personal note to it would cement it further from rivals?" I would keep my gaze, yet hold out my cup still substantially filled thanks to the pitcher droids. The grip of my tail around hers, and intentional look on my face would signal the rest. It was a bold move, potentially foolish. Yet truly, that was the question. Who is to deny a Lorda his wants?

 

[Kloshi]

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

Though she supposed it was the truth that someone in her clan complimenting a Fath'ara was a little more powerful than a lesser clan, Kloshi wondered how many in her clan would agree with her. Her endorsement was in no way an endorsement from the entire kajidic. Not yet at least. Her web of influence was just starting to be spun. In time, her thoughts would be those of the entire clan. ”In time I think that will become a common belief among all Hutts in short time if our plans come to fruition.”

Keg’rala saw wisdom in what Kloshi said about their kind. The she-Hutt could tell this was the case. However his response certainly had wisdom to it as well. Where Hutts could be manipulated with material, some of the lesser beings were just as vulnerable when it came to the “feelings”. Kloshi gave a nod and humming sound before she retorted. ”The lesser beings are somehow more complicated in this manner though. Some are like us, they can be manipulated by credits or use of the right slave, some other thing…Yet others cling to their feelings. And there are so many feelings. Deciphering which string is the right one to tug is much more of a process when a being is swayed by motivations other than pure ambition.

You aren’t wrong about finding the right buttons to push on the lesser beings. But they have so many buttons. Fear, lust, anger, joy, greed, shame… So many it makes the head spin. Some are the bait hung just out of reach to get them to move forward, others are the stick to whip their backsides to get them to the same place. Droids in this manner or much simpler.” Kloshi nodded before she sighed a bit. If she was honest with herself she had adopted some of these emotional traits as she did her best to “program” her servants. The process unintentionally resulted in her being a bit programmed herself. Perhaps that was why she allowed desires beyond simple greed to enter into her mind so often. Was it her involvement with the lesser beings that made her want companionship? Or was that just a flaw that had always been there?

Kloshi puffed out her chest as her strategy with her friends/servants/slaves was praised by Keg’rala. As much as she had taught herself to do things her own way without expectation of congratulations, when they came it was hard not to become a little bit giddy. ”And no matter how close I keep my slaves, and how their egos are stroked and emotional needs fulfilled, there is no way they can match the efficiency and stamina of your droids. It seems that we have both figured out how to use the materials best suited for our own advancements. Together…It will be a hard alliance for anyone to overcome.”

Humor came in many forms. Jabba Desilijic Tiure found humor in the misfortune of others. At least that was what Kloshi gleamed from the stories she’d heard. Perhaps that was more mirth than true humor. Kloshi imagined that case was the most common among her kin. The destitute of others was to the advantage of a Hutt. To get joy from such a thing would hardly be a foreign concept. ”Then I will be sure to share little bits of my humor to see if it tickles you as it does me…” Kloshi purred in response.

When a wide smile appeared on Keg’rala’s face, Kloshi paused for a moment. It did not seem like the typical predatory grin of other Hutts. Perhaps that was because Keg’rala had been out on his own for so long. Or maybe it was that he was a good actor, but Kloshi swore that there was more to the glint in his eyes as he just came to the realization that he found something that he could pounce upon.

The movement beneath the surface of the pool had Kloshi hold her breath for a moment. As the smaller Hutt felt herself pulled closer Keg’rala’s side the breath was released in a surprised gasp. Short arms reached out to gain support, but didn’t quite find anything to grasp onto. Another moment of timidness struck Kloshi as she scrambled to focus on Keg’rala’s words. Another gasp pressed through Kloshi’s lips as Keg’rala expressed a desire to have her stay with him. ”Lorda Fath'ara wants the little Lady of Desilijic?” Kloshi asked in disbelief. A strong Hutt giving her respect and finding her desirable was the ultimate goal of Kloshi “The Weak”. Still she was in control of herself to know that his offer of a more personal connection was not necessarily rooted in genuine romantic feelings.

Whether this was merely a physical thing, a manipulation of Kloshi’s desires to gain the prestige of her kajidic, or actual genuine interest on the part of Keg’rala was immaterial to Kloshi in the moment. She was a cunning and competent Hutt. Her desire to be wanted was strong, but her ambition and need to be seen as more than just the little Huttling of kajidic Desilijic was equally strong. She could give herself a series of moments without committing to give up the galaxy. Kloshi blinked as she met the glare of Keg’rala. She smiled and her smaller tail stuck in the grip of his more powerful moved to stroke his skin just a bit. ”In this pool, experiencing the feast you have offered and cementing a strong alliance; this Lady will do nothing to deny the Lorda his wants.” It was a bit much perhaps. But right here and right now she could only commit so much of her clan’s support. The personal touch that Keg’rala alluded to…that she could offer. That she wanted to offer. And if what she had thought she felt turned out to be untrue, they would move on with politics and business.

 

[Keg'rala the Hutt]

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

Much of what Kloshi said was registered, yet animalistic drive took hold more firmly than I thought it would. Her thoughts did bode well for my Clan. Additionally, while she could not speak for all the Desilijic Clan, let alone her Kajiedic of Desilijic Pargg, yet I did not care much. This was going to be the beginning. It was the starting point that the Fath'ara Clan will grow from. Already, on Nar Vaadu, there has been consolidation of power where none could uproot us without too great of investment. If she voiced approval for my Clan, the others will fall into line one way or another in due time. All I could do was nod my head with satisfaction in the answer.

I then found myself enjoying how she was aware of her gifts at plucking the strings and programming slaves. As I dominated droids, she would dominate those fleshy servants so prone to treachery. Truly, no better arrangement could be made. The talk of feelings though did become intriguing considering my advancements. No matter, I would press on anyways. Surely, this was merely a practical maneuver on my part. Not motivated by those feelings the lesser species were ruled by. I saw an ideal mate. I wanted that mate. It was an opportunity that was too good to not pounce on like the primordial ancestors of our kind.

How she spoke of enforcing order among her slaves, my drive grew more. Her compliments to my droids pleased me as well. A Fath'ara continuing to receive approval was something that my forebares would have killed for if they had admitted it. I would not admit it myself either. Merely look with satisfaction and pleasure from the recognition. Indeed, as she said, together this alliance would be hard to compromise. Each of our powers complimented the other. Mine was the hard power of droid armies and manufacturing. Her's was the soft power that came through information, espionage, and plucking the strings in fleshy hearts. Thankfully, such tricks would not work on me. Surely, such tricks would not work on me. I hoped.

Even with us coiled together, she still tantalized me. A Hutt is patient, that is for certain. I am sure one of the lesser species would have been driven mad by now. Meanwhile, I saw this as seeing how well I could match my guest. At least, towards a worthy target, I may be able to. Yet, I am sure I could still be bested. Perhaps she had a game to use some of her easier tricks on me. Less effort of manipulation and games. I chortled slightly as she appeared flustered in what seemed to be pleasant shock.

"I can at least say humor is conveyed by your surprise to this generous offer?", I said as I felt the end of her tail rubbing against my lower mass, "Lorda Fath'ara certainly wants the little Lady Desilijic", I returned to her with intent yet a hint of slyness I did not expect to arise from my mind. "Many of our kind are lured by the allure of the lesser species of the galaxy. Small playthings they think they could do with as they please. Yet, to me, it appears more like dancing on a floor covered in snares. Being with you has revealed to me that I see more allure in my own kind. A superior being worthy of my interest compared to feeble masses designed for us to rule over."
Then her last remarks came to mind for me to address. That "this Lady will do nothing to deny this Lorda his wants." Something about that made the drive stronger. Whether it was just politics or deeper, she was not opposed to being that ideal mate. I could not think of a more perfect outcome. "Nothing will be done to deny my wants from you? How wonderful.", I said with at least the implication of a smile in my voice as my face returned to a calm state. However, my face was that of an extremely satisfied calm.

With our tails intertwined, I more gently pulled my guest closer. Soon, the main portion of our bodies were pressed together. The heaving of our stomachs could be felt against one another. I was sure to arrange this to be on the side with my good arm rather than the stunted stump covered by a claw prosthetic. As I gently dragged Kloshi to this position, "If nothing will be done to stop my wants, then come close, dear Kloshi.", I said with a level of intent despite the calm tone. With my good arm, I would reach around Kloshi and softly rub the she-Hutt's back. She was free from being wrapped up in my girth. Rather, she was more cradled by it. "Here we lie together in a position that looks like the physical embodiment of our alliance, wouldn't you agree dear Kloshi?", I said with the satisfied calm voice and face.