The Lions Den.

[Sasha Santhe]

[member="Popo"]

Sasha felt awkward as her shuttle descended through the atmosphere. She purposely was taking a humble model of vehicle and not one once associated with the Sith Empire. Anaxes, the new home of the Republic leadership grew larger until she touched down. Having once worked for the Sith Empire, she felt more than a bit on edge as her vessel touched down. This was the capitol of the Republic, her once enemy. Sasha took a deep breath, it didn’t matter she wasn’t sith.

Leaving her shuttle she was greeted by a small delegation and led straight to lounge like office where she was instructed to wait. She wasn’t used to not being the most important person in the room. That could cause problems in this negotiation, she’d have to be especially careful. Looking around the room she noticed a bar set up. “But no servants,” she said with a look of dismay. She walked over and poured some liquor into a glass taking the drink back to her seat where she waited, lounging about.

 

[Popo]

The doors to the office opened and admitted what was probably the largest Hutt ever. At least, the largest Hutt that Popo had ever seen. Popo entered the room, his arms full of paperwork, manuals, and scrolls of plans and designs. He was a busy Hutt lately, but all in all things were looking up for the Republic.

He slithered to the door and slipped an arm out of the pile of things. Managing to open the door to his office, he left it open and slithered in. He moved to the large desk and, with a smothered grunt, set the pile of documentation and schematics on the desktop. It was then that he glanced at his calender and realized he had an appointment today.

Frowning, Popo wondered what for. He figured it was probably for folks trying to sell things to the Republic again. Hopefully it wasn't that energy candy and power chocolate person. Popo had some samples and made plans to get back with the Wookiee who was selling the stuff, but all the sweets did was give the Hutt gas and the runs. Definitely not something to issue the troops.

[member="Sasha Santhe"]

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Sasha sat there as [member="Popo"] sauntered into his office. That was if a Hutt could saunter, being they didn't have legs. Could a slithering creature Saunter? if she cared enough about it later she might have to look it up. The Supreme Chancellor hadn't noticed her presence yet. She was off in a corner lounging on a couch with drink in hand. She wondered if he'd recognize her from the tabloids. She was afterall a starlet famous for being famous and was oftentimes recognized for that. She twisted her lounging body on the couch and then cleared her throat. "I believe your next appointment is here Mister Chancellor," she said. Hutts liked dancing girls, but Sasha saw no reason to play to the sterotype put on her and him and suddenly shifted in her seat and sat up straight and polite before standing up in his presence. "I am Sasha Santhe, of the Santhe Corporation." She gave him a polite bow, "It is a pleasure to meet you."

 

[Popo]

Popo started slightly and looked up. How he managed to miss the woman on his sofa was beyond him, but did tell him he needed more sleep. Or caf. He'd go with more caf. The Hutt cleared a space on his desk for him to work on in case the woman had things to hand him or show him as that was what his appointment said. Someone to try and speak to him about sales or whatnot.

"Ah, yes, please take a seat, Ms. Santhe," he said, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk and noticing for the first time how her body was positioned. A year ago, maybe even half a year ago, he'd have been distracted. A quick glance, however, told him that she had nothing on [member="Danger Arceneau"]'s... Prowess in holding a room... Captive, which meant that he need not worry about distractions. "How can I help you today?"

[member="Sasha Santhe"]

 

[Sasha Santhe]

[member="Popo"] was everything Sasha expected him to be. He was large and clearly in charge, projecting an air of authority that only a Hutt could. He was a slimy fat slug like nearly all politicians, but seemed to have a degree of honesty to him. Overcoming his nature as a Hutt couldn't have been easy, but if the people of the Republic kept him around he had to have some steller qualities. The Republic seemed to eat up their leaders. "I am here to discuss business. As you know I have facilities both within and without republic space. Obviously you won't allow the factories in your space to supply weapons to your enemies, and they won't allow the opposite either. I would however like to supply you. In addition there is also a matter on our shipping and passenger services, we would love to have contracts throughout the republic.

These contracts would help the Republic as well as my company by providing jobs, In addition Santhe and her subsidiaries are known for their superior quality small vessels. Fighters, shuttles and freighters. Well known for it." Sasha presented her ever expanding catalog."

Sasha took a deep breath and crossed her legs. She looked up at the Hutt and wiped her hands across her face pulling her hair back. "And the final matter to be discussed is our little dispute with a company, Subach Innes. I'm sure you've heard. They have copied our intellectual property and are selling it. They have flaunted the laws of all civilized societies and government. Circe Savant, who answered my lawyer by name despite her supposed death, is still running that company. After all of the crimes she has committed. I'm here to ask the Republic that they embargo all products originating from that murderess war criminals company...."

 

[Popo]

"Circe Savant is still alive?" Popo asked with the Hutt equivalent of a mildly amused expression. "I'm not surprised she faked her death. If I'd been curbstomped like she was over Dromund Kaas by the Mandos, I'd have faked my death, too."

Popo scanned through the catalog for a moment or two, noting some well made equipment and some that Tenloss supplied that surpassed what Santhe created. It was a comprehensive list, he had to admit, but the question was the same as it always was in the business world:

"What are you hoping to get out of all this aid?" the Hutt asked amiably. "You want contracts, I know and you've said, but what kind of contracts?"

[member="Sasha Santhe"]

 

[Sasha Santhe]

"I would gain legitimacy from this aid of the Republics." Sasha smiled at @Popo. "My company makes small vessels. Sure we dabble in the large scale project from time to time, but we specialize in smaller vessels. We would like to contract with you to supply several types of these vessels to the republic. Both military contracts and civilian contracts. Recently we have created a civilian vessel for search and salvage operations that could be of great use to the Republic. We are also willing of course to develop technologies specifically for your government."