The Darker-ish Crystal [TU Dominion of Christophsis]

[Sempra the Hutt]

Objective: Establish contact
Location: White palace, sriluur
Posts: 2/20

A meeting? A trap?
The Teccno Union had not taken kindly on Cartel affairs. The cartel had attempted to wrest some of the more shady markets in Techno Union space, so far without success but still enough to earn few credits and cause a disturbance for the technocrats. Not that Sempra had ordered them but he was aware of them. Was this an attempt to lure him away from hutt space and have him removed?
Sempra scratched his chin and pondered the offer. It could be, but they most likely knew that it would only be a very short sighted solution. The cartel would end up ain an internal power struggle for a while but they would remain without him. since they were taking the effort to gather some of the most influential members of the Union it did not seem logical.
But then, Sempra was also aware of reports on the Techno Unions difficulties with controlling Nar Shadda, not to mention Nal hutta - the latter a world of little interest outside of Hutt politics.

Sempra had always feared the Techno Union and that they would sweep down and somehow obliterate the hutt council on Nal Hutta in some desperate effort to quell the planet. Not that it would have helped of course. The Hutts were proud and kept to their traditions and some leaders held a firm grasp on entire hutt space for centuries, but when the need came they were replaced on a whim.

No, this was something else. They sought contact to establish a new approach. Sempra leaned slightly forward.

"A most graceous offer. You can expect us to arrive within two days." he declared and turned off the holo projector. Whatever it was they wanted to discuss it involved the gloriouys jewel and the smugglers moon. It was too important to risk the holo channel however secure the line was.

"Gather an escort fleet Admiral. We have a meeting to attend to." he forwarded to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] "... and I want the botrh of you to come in persons." he added before dropping the channel entirely. They would have tome to discuss details on the journey to Christophsis.

[member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"][member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Objective : Establish mineral mines and a Browncoat Arms & Industrial and Mohc Extractives center
Location: Chaleydonia
Post: 2/20

The mining facilities were the first to be established along with a temporary Headquarter facility. Danger made avid use of the various contracts with other companies within the Southern Systems Bazaar in order to promote good business ties and hey, it never hurt to help the economy. She was still looking to secure local contracts to whatever company near Christophsis was interested in dealing with Arceneau Trade, so she expected that perhaps one or two might contact her about it.

For the now, things would progress nicely. There were the products bought from Salacia Consolidated. The manpower from Omega Pyre. Security from Darkwater and Rekali Mercenaries. Construction from Vanir Technologies. Mining and surveys were conducted by Mohc and Mira TibX and Fuels, with Browncoat Industrial following suit with the winning bid design for the refining and manufacture facilities. Security advances from Mandal Hypernautics, vehicles from MandalMotors. Construction droids from Hegemonic Automaton.

Yes, things were moving nicely.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Objective: Obtain results of Executive Council Vote
Location: Above orbit over Christophsis
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]
Posts: 5/20

(Sorry for the delay, tough week )

Lucien nodded, dinner with a hutt how charming,
Once again he objected to having to treat these criminals as legitimate authorities but needs must. He smiled "We shall look forward to hosting you in two days time Mogul" He offered a polite nod by way of a good by. Once the communication was severed his smile dropped. "Good I hate criminals and slugs ..." He rubbed his eyes "How long before we can kill him?" He asked rhetorically, sadly the cartel was too big to die they had transcended criminality and at least under them the criminals had rules to follow. Lax rules granted but rules all the same. A burning bush in a dessert was after all better than a wildfire in a forest. Didn't mean Lucien had to like it however.

With a sigh he stood up and limped over to the drinks cabinet "Jeffrey will no doubt handle the reservation but I'll check it is smooth and then I'll talk to a few friends in the media so this stays hush " after all 'Technocrats sell planets to Cartel' would not make for nice breakfast reading. He set about pouring himself a brandy "I feel I have earnt something stronger than wine, would anyone else like a drink?" He asked purely out of politeness his mind drifting onto the fact he would no doubt be expected to dress up for this ... but was it worthy of a bespoke tuxedo or would an off the rack one do? Decisions decisions.

Over the coming days Lucien would make the arrangements to ensure the whole event was polished to a shine, If things went Tits up it would not be his doing.

At the appointed time Lucien was to be found in a dark corner of a closed off restaurant awaiting the pleasure of the crown prince of crime and his court of scum. He had gone with a rack Tux no use wasting good fabric on criminals. The head of the table had been left to the hutt, more out of practicality than respect and alongside menus Lucien had compiled information packs for all due to be present. Let them all go in eyes open ... he just hoped the whole thing could be over quickly, he needed a cigar already and the hutt was yet to arrive.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Orbiting Sriluur.
Objective: D - Do what Sempra Says.
Allies: TU & Co
Enemies: Enemies Of TU.
NPC: Orbital resources and crew.
Posts: 2/20

He had appeared, orbiting Sriluur a place where the sky twinkles at night with the man made light that guides interstellar path of the Hutt Empire. A place that never allows the deafening silence to enter into the mind. A place where constant motion forbids, a place that has a million faces and all criminals to a lesser extent. A place that contains a city of debauchery that can make a difference by walking down it, the slight appearance of an unexpected guest or a change in worth of rocks and the deck of cards that is the Hutt court reshuffles. All except the major domos and [member="Sempra the Hutt"], the one who had revived the Hutt Empire by force..

"My lord I am orbiting, we can launch in a few hours. Now the matter of escort what should I bring, is this a show of arm's or just a talk, I couldn't catch all the two face backstabbery of the technophiles in the recording."

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Contact Sempra the Hutt via holocall
Location: Above orbit over Christophsis
Allies: [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]
Posts: 7/20

Tmoxin had a difficult time keeping a straight face, as Draco shared his honest thoughts about the Hutts - telepathically. She coughed trying not to laugh, but recovered and mentally shot back, Excellent work, Commander Vereen. That sounded extremely convincing. Then Lord Cordel finished up with the talks like a perfectly reasonable diplomat would. The Hapan knew that both of them were putting on a very good show, and for that, she was grateful.

"Jeffery, be a dear and get Brightstar Entertainment on the holophone. Feeding these Hutts may just bankrupt us," she muttered, putting her two cents into the event planning. "Two days doesn't give us much time to get ready, but what I do know about the Halo Hotel is that it's ballroom is big enough to hold a couple dozen Hutts. It also happens to be very luxurious, so if anyone is interested in joining me in the spa they are more than welcome." She couldn't picture Draco getting a massage, but maybe he wanted to use the sauna. However, Lord Cordel was probably a man who probably knew his way around an esthetician's office.

Jeffery made the arrangements, and the three of them made their way to the Halo Hotel. While Lucien planned to meet Sempra in the restaurant, Tmoxin surveyed the ballroom where a small orchestra would be playing a piano concerto. If the Hutts didn't like piano music, too bad. The Hapan had picked this ensemble especially to sooth her nerves, which would no doubt be frayed after the evening was over.

Spoiler

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Objective: Travel to Christophsis
Location: White palace, sriluur
Posts: 3/20

Sempra was on his way out to the landing platform where his private shuttle would take him to his luxury yacht preparing his arrival in orbit.
A slave hurried beside him carrying a holopad with the image of the cyborg pirate and his question.

"I travel to issue talks with the techno masters, but naturally we can not leave hutt space without making sure we have enough firepower to escape a trap. I leave my safety in your capable hands admiral." he finished and started to board the shuttle.

Soon he would find himself aboard the Toshiba and settled in for the journey. This had been a very interesting turn of events. Could he avoid a war with the Techno Union? Just consider the costs he could avoid...

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] @cadan tazxi

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Orbiting His Kessel Mines.
Objective: D - Do What Sempra Says.
Allies: TU & Co
Enemies: Enemies Of TU.
NPC: Crew Of The Kossak Destroyer
Posts: 1/20

Cadan had received message to make way, to meet up with the so far 'enemy' of the Hutt Cartel. This was going to be one interesting meeting.

"I want to meet up with Flannigan and Sempra, we are gonna be their escort." As he said the words, his navigator began setting an intercepting course that would link the two of them.

Again Cadan though on the weirdness of the dinner. It will only go good or bad.

The good way would include Sempra and the leaders of the TU discussing and forming a plan the keeps them both in each others good books. Where as the bad has death on both sides. For some reason Cadan found himself preferring the first option.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Objective negotiations
Location Entering restaurant
Post 4/20

The small escort fleet surrounding Sempras luxuary yacht emerged some day later from hyperspace. While their arrival caused some disturbance to begin with proper channels and procedures soon paved way for the hutt and his entourage to proceed to the surface.

"Let us try to keep this civil gentlemen." he issued to the people around him.

As they entered the restaurant his body guards spread out securing the location while Sempra along with a pale albino servant (a slave?), [member="Cadan Tazi"] - [member="Vinskk Revamp"] and [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] made their way toward the vip lounge and the meeting with [member="Tmoxin Temi"] - [member="Lucien Cordel"] and [member="Draco Vereen"]

The cartel appeared rugged or colorful depending on who you asked, regardless the group was as close to a company board one would come when dealing with the infameous hutt cartel

Spoiler

[member="Xalus"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Gorteko Graye"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Anora Xemo"] @any other lovely in the mood - feel free to rp bodyguard in the restaurant or at the space docks. Combat not likely but character development belongs everywhere.

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Objective: Negotiations
Location: Entering restaurant
Post 1/20

Vinskk clicked lowly as the entourage entered the restaurant. Word had been passed to him earlier of disagreements between the Hutts and the Techno Union. Personally, the warlike Trandoshan wouldn't have minded fighting them, but he knew that Sempra did not want to seek that bloody path. Besides, war with a more developed, larger organization would not be wise, and would probably end in defeat for the Hutt Cartel. So here they were, Sempra and the bosses, playing niceties.

The Slave Master looked himself over and exhaled angrily. He was weaponless and clothed in a wardrobe akin to what royalty would wear in his homeworld of Trandosha. Furthermore, while Sempra's men were escorting them, Revamp's men had stayed behind, including Free-Eyes and Darkgear.

To be frank, he had never felt more naked in his whole career.

The large Trandoshan silently proceeded alongside the others. [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] was there, the cyborg admiral looking particularly menacing that day, and [member="Cadan Tazi"] had come all the way from Kessel for this meeting. And of course, there was Sempra himself, looking slightly solemn for being such a powerful figure. The slaver cracked his neck as they approached the VIP lounge, not wanting to rule out any possibilities of deceit or skullduggery.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Akio Diachi]

Location: Entering restaurant
Objective: D - Do what Sempra Says.
Allies: Sempra the Hutt
Enemies: Enemies of Sempra
Posts: 1/20

Akio had heard of the prowess of the Hutts, but it did nothing for the truth of their grandeur as they lavishly entered the restaurant. The trip over had been the most indulgent few days he had ever had--not that there was much indulging to be had. Perhaps this bodyguard work isn't too bad.

The black silk robes were very comfortable, Akio had forgotten how nice it felt to wear his traditional clothes of the order. The folding over black kimono with the white streak down the side was only offset with the red color of his clan's crest on his back. A relic of days long past. the white trousers underneath swished with each step, the subtle sound of silk on silk. It had a soothing, almost meditative feel that heightened his senses in an odd way. Memories I suppose.

The powerful [member="Sempra the Hutt"] moved before him. When Akio stepped aside to wait in a corner he saw all the players at work here. It to every ounce of his will not to let his poker face drop. These are powerful players at work here. I am honored to be in the same room as them. He carefully folded his hands in the proper, respectful gesture before himself and waited.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Negotiate terms of Nar Shaddaa takeover
Location: Halo Hotel Restaurant in Chaleydonia
Allies: [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Akio Diachi"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"]
Posts: 8/20

After strolling around the ballroom for a few minutes, Tmoxin finally made her way into the restaurant where Sempra the Hutt and his entourage were assembling. Most importantly - aside from the outcome of the meeting - the Hapan executive needed to keep her xenophobia at bay, difficult as that may be. She had gotten used to dealing with the clinical and calculating Kaminoans on a daily basis. But slimy hutts and beady eyed Trandoshans were another matter altogether. And they weren't just aliens - they were hardened criminals.

Your face must be impassive with no emotion shown, she told herself. A mask of hardened diplomacy. She set her jaw and straightened her shoulders, but she couldn't help noticing - with well-trained eyes from years as a military officer - just how the Hutt Cartel security spread out across the restaurant and covered every exit point. There were security droids of the Techno Union, but they were waiting in the wings, more or less, in case the negotiations began to sour.

The red-haired Hapan approached Sempra, her anxiety only eased by the fact that Lord Cordel and Commander Vereen were close by.

"Sempra the Hutt, welcome to Chaleydonia. Please make yourselves at home and enjoy this feast that we have prepared for you. There should be Hutt delicacies served tonight as well as dishes native to Christophsis. As we eat together...," she said, stopping for a moment to think of how vile it may be to actually watch these beastly racketeers eat. "We will discuss custodianship of Nar Shaddaa. I'm sure that's something that interests you greatly. Would you agree?"

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Objective: Negotiations
Location: At Sempra's side
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
Enemies: Enemies to the Cartel

As usual, Ashalah was there for the negotiations. She had flown in on Cadan's ship. Now she entered the restaurant with the others and spread out to secure the area. Hopefully no one would try anything. If they did...her hand travelled to the blaster on her hip.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Restaurant.
Objective: D - Do what Sempra Says.
Allies: TU & Co
Enemies: Enemies Of TU.
NPC:
Posts: 3/20

"Mm.." It went click-clack like any other large breathing device. But somehow, and against all usual horological practice the click and the clack were irregular. Click clack click... and then the merest fraction of a second longer before ... clack click clack... and then a click a fraction of a second earlier than the mind's ear was now prepared for. The effect was enough, after a few minutes, to make one want to put several yards between themselves and the cyborg, he fumbled around in his shabby stained coat the bright red only counter to the black stains. He removed two tubes the former a long cigar with a knobby head and the latter a lighter, he clicked the lighter a few times before a sharp crack and it fell into three pieces, the sharp pointed finger's swished about where it had been and those hard set eye's regarded it with contempt so as he crushed with the soul of his foot he looked from [member="Sempra the Hutt"], to [member="Vinskk Revamp"] and fianlly resting on [member="Tmoxin Temi"].

The two stood as opposites but the same, the clean and orderly visage of the Techno-Union and the coloured form of the Hutt Cartel stood at opposite ends of the galactic scale but both were criminals of a sort, one wearing white collar crime as its chosen mark the other the loathsome underbelly.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Objective negotiations
Location Entering restaurant

Post 5/20

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Laying his gaze upon the table Sempra could distinguish more then one delicacy, that must have been imported from the outer rim. The feasts of Sempra were becoming renowned events on their own but this meal held high standards and the hutt appreciated the gesture. Finding the sledge like seat that could only be meant for one of his species he slithered forth and leaned in to make himself comfortable.
Without waiting for others to seat or offering any other normal procedures of etiquette for a finer reastaurant he reached out with a spon to taste some Ubuuga caviar resting near by. While much of the food hutts ate was poison to many other species he himself always enjoyed rare tastes like this.

"I am indeed ms Temi" he finally answered licking his maw free from any leftovers. "The core worlds of my species long for a new dawn and it is my duty to them to hear you on this matter." Sempra produced with his deep resonating voice.

"Tell me, how come that you have waited this long to contact us about restoring order to those worlds?"
It was a charade, he knew it but he still had a need to play it out.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Akio Diachi "][member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Arriving at Christophsis.
Objective: D - Do What Sempra Says.
Allies: TU & Co
Enemies: Enemies Of TU.
NPC: Crew Of The Kossak Destroyer
Posts: 3/20

The sight of the planet took Cadan's breathe away, something ussally only a punch to the stomach or a bullet-shot to his armor could do. It was Cadan's first time on Christophsis, the oddly shape blue crystals only brought one thing to the pirates mind, and that was spice. The planet and the spice shared a lot. Both were blue, crystals like, and beautiful.

Cadan walked side by side with his commander and Captain [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], the constant 'clicking and clacking' chilled Cadan to the bone. The pirate looked down to what was once his right arm, but now it was replaced with a robotic arm, the metal caught the light and shun. And that was about the only thing on Cadan that did. He was of course wearing his trench coat, the material was aged, stained and bloody. He wore simple pants and a slightly off white button up shirt.

Cadan remained silent while they enter the room, he took in everything there was. The room was a master piece of architectural design. Although Cadan just saw a pointless space made by someone with far too many credits. Credits Cadan wanted from them.

The hostess of the event[member="Tmoxin Temi"] seem to hold herself well. That was what Cadan though, she seemed strong and unphased by being in the presence of the Supreme Mogul of The Hutt Cartel. There was going to be a lot of back and forth verbal combat coming from both her and [member="Sempra the Hutt"]. Well at least Cadan hoped there would be, it would create some dinner entertainment.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Attend Diplomatic meeting with Tmoxin
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Enemies: [member="Lucien Cordel"] (Stiff in a Suit) [member="Sempra the Hutt"] (Slug on a Rug)
[3/20]

The Hutts were on Christophsis and Tmoxin had prepared some kind of party for them in the hopes of gaining their allegiance or perhaps their servitude if she was lucky and manipulative enough. I had no love for the giant slugs or their criminal lackeys they paraded around with. As far as I was concerned they could not be trusted much less depended on, but I was not in command, and Tmoxin seemed sure of herself. If I had to, I could struggle through the festivities.

I stood in full regalia, armor and all behind Tmoxin, looming over her shoulder, red reflective veiwplate lingering on the beings that approached her. Their movements were sluggish and deliberate, not fluid like hers. This Sempra perhaps needed to learn his place, a show of absolute force often worked well enough. My distaste eminated through the Force. None of these beasts could sense my emotions, but Tmoxin and Cordel could, and they should at least know that I was making personal sacrifices for them and the Union.

"Good Afternoon." I said, my voice slightly garbled through the annunciator, but still clearly my own, deep voice.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: B -> A
Location: Chaleydonia | Vorz Estate -> Retail Caucus Headquarters
Tagged: [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Sirus"]
Posts: [02/20]

Gerion meandered about his speeder. Occasionally he would glance over at the doors to the Vorz manse and wait for them to open. Nothing. Was he doomed to wait out here forever? He had dispatched dozens of other officials to cement something of a following among the Merchant Oligarchy. They were likely fairing better than him, provided their 'targets' actually gave them the time of day; unlike a certain Nigel Vorz. The Umbaran uttered something scathing and looked away from the door, just in time for his commlink to start buzzing. Was the [member="Lorelei Darke"] finally returning his calls? He snagged the device out of his pocket, but the mechanical droning he heard once he put it to his ear quickly showed that wasn't the case.

Pity.

"Are you telling me that's not being handled?" He scowled. "I sent a company of droids that way this morning. Why is that not being resolved? Where is the commander?"

He grit his teeth at the response. It was always something, wasn't it? Vorz didn't want to open his doors, the Department of Security official he had placed in charge of resolving the hostage crisis hadn't shown up. Apparently there was a hyperspace anomaly that would delay him a few days. That would have been fine if this didn't require a resolution now. The longer those people remained captive

"Well, call someone. Anyone. Yes, anyone. If they can- are you talking over me? Don't talk over me. Find someone who's available and send them over. Go get a hold of those contractors for good measure. Somehow I doubt this is the only thing that will go wrong."

The TA4 detected Gerion's intentions as he approached and opened the passenger door to his speeder for him. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Try not to let the situation devolve." The door shut just after he slid inside and the TA4 circled around to enter the driver's cabin. Someone else would have to deal with Vorz, and somehow Gerion imagined that would be more stressful than getting important Techno Union personnel out of a dangerous situation.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Objective: A
Location: Hyperspace - Space above Christophsis
Tagged: [member="Ariella Garon"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"]

The bright lights of Hyperspace wrapped the Shev'la Kal as it traveled along the Hydian Way. The old man grumbled, his chin resting on his fist. Roon was a far ways away from Mand'alor, but someone in the Techno Union wanted to hire out some of his Shriek-Hawks. That area of space didn't have the best track record in his files. Some pretty high profile Sith tended to end up there, especially after the collapse of the Sith Empire some years ago, but regardless, these men and women needed work, and he said they could count on him. A few had come with him on this journey, mostly to take care of the ship systems and travel.

At the command deck a yellow light flashed on the armrest console, mirroring the one at communications.

"Sir, a message from the Techno Union. They want us to go directly to Christophsis." What was at that planet? Was that even under the Techno Union's sphere of influence?

"What did they want?"

"They...have a hostage situation and are in need of assistance as well as a clean-up on the moon. Sending you the mission briefing and dossiers now." This brought a smirk to the old man's face. They had the audacity to give them a job before they've even truly signed a deal? Well maybe he could get a little extra out of them this way. Pressing his thumb to the ship-wide intercom the old warrior began to speak.

"Alright vode, we've got ourselves a job! Christophsis, dossiers and a short mission brief will be coming your way soon! So gear up and get ready!"

"Sir, we're about to transfer onto the Corellian run, estimated arrival time to Christophsis is two hours!" A satisfied nod from Gilimar. The Shriek-Hawks were about to bring the pain.

1/20

 

[Aedan Miles]

Objective A
Location: With [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Ariella Garon"] [member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"]

Aedan looked up from his spot where he had been napping pushing himself upright he started towards the briefing room yawning and stretching his helmet hanging from a hook on his belt. Also hanging from his belt were the two silverly handles of his shoto the longer black handle of his saberstaff on his back. The rest of his gear was stored in the ships armory ready to be checked out and used but until then he kept his armor and sabers on him at all times. Walking into the briefing room he took a cup of stimcaf from the table taking a drink from it as he sat down waiting for the others to show up.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Negotiate terms of Nar Shaddaa takeover
Location: Halo Hotel Restaurant in Chaleydonia
Allies Lucien Cordel [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Akio Diachi "][member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"]
Posts: 9/20

Sempra heaved himself into his seat and began to eat, while he listened to Tmoxin speak. His tongue slid around his lips before he spoke next. The question of why Nar Shaddaa? Why now? It required a delicate answer, one that couldn't put the Techno Union into a bad light.

"Although Nar Shaddaa is a difficult world to govern, it has been a sustainable income source for the Techno Union. When the Ravens left, there was a brief period of peace and lawfulness. However, things have gone from bad to worse in a few short months. Even if we stretched our resources to contain the renegade criminals, our Executive Council has decided it's not worth the effort. Until the planet can be lawfully governed, it will not be profitable. None of our major businesses want to establish a precense there. Although the Golden Nautolan is an extremely lucrative asset that I personally will be sad to see... fall out of our hands."

Tmoxin glanced wearily at Commander Vereen, already tired of the sound of her own voice, but she persevered. Questions were in order. But first, she turned to her assistant Beulah and whispered, "Contact [member="Darth Vizios"] and let him know to meet me at Hotel Halo post-haste. A gentle touch with that one," she finished, slightly amused at the thought that the Sith Lord wouldn't enjoy taking orders from her assistant.

"If the Hutts gained custodianship of Nar Shaddaa, how would you control the crime so it didn't seep into Techno Union space?"