Private The Smuggler, the Flower Girl, and the Mask.

[Sorr Kortu]

Location: Nal Hutta

Smuggler Outfit

When Sorr found out that Nal Hutta meant Glorious Jewel in Huttese, his lungs nearly fell off from his rib cage from laughing so hard. Either the Hutts have a great understanding of Irony or they truly believe that this wasteland was truly beautiful probably the latter given the Hutts' grotesque history. For a bunch of gangsters, the Hutts managed to worm their way (no pun intended) into the political sphere of every faction in the Galaxy history. From the Galactic Alliance, to the Mandalorians, and even the Sith Empire. The Hutts were always willing to do the dirty granted that said "ally" look the other way of their criminal enterprise. Even Sorr's father as disgusted as he was working with the Hutts had dealings with them. Sorr remembered meeting the Hutt as well Kloshi the Weak she was called. She was far from weak given how she was able to convince his father: A man not easily swindled a deal that could land him in a favorable position in Alderaanian politics in exchange for her large donation.

Sorr saw first-hand how much power the Hutts wielded and now he is working for them as a Smuggler. He knew the risks that came with living the dream as a Smuggler but Sorr didn't like the Hutts at all. The young Smuggler approached one of Nal Hutta's many palaces this one belonging to Gogor the Hutt. A Hutt whose criminality revolves around gun running and racketeering. Sorr did a couple of guns running missions for Gorgor nothing too major just a bunch of Galactic Alliance blaster rifles that were lost in manufacturing. Sorr only communicated through Gogor's men never seeing the Hutt personally not that he didn't want to. Yet Gogor sent him a Holomessage saying to come to his palace for a special mission. It was an unusual proposition, but Gogor offered triple the pay so Sorr immediately took his ship to Nal Hutta.

As he walked towards the entrance, Sorr could see two of the Gogor's men looting the corpse of what he assumed to be a rebel fighter. From what Sorr read, the Evocii while driven to near extinction still fought the Hutts utilizing guerilla tactics in hopes to fight for their home. It was a noble but futile cause, taking a deep breath, Sorr entered the large doors where he saw Gogor staring at him and at his left was young woman around Sorr's age being watched by two large soliders. "Your excellency," Sorr said. "You wanted to see me?"

Valenya

 

[Valenya]

Spoiler: Music OOC

The stench of sweat. It lingered in her quarters. It was her own. Though, it was also from others. Several girls shared her cell. A chamber fit for their master, the guards claimed, but they were just slavers in another way who served their cruel master. There was no freedom in those chambers. There were only slaves who were fools to think that they would be treated fairly in the midst of their master who considered them fairies.

They didn’t even need wings. These women had arms and legs, fair skin, pretty faces, from Human to Zeltron to Twi’lek. Yet freedom was long gone for them. They no longer had wants or desires that mattered beyond their imaginations and, as they were promptly reminded, thinking was dangerous. Better to obey and live another day than be fed to Gogor the Hutt’s rancor from being bored.

From wasting time idling by in her quarters in the morning to the main chamber of the palace, the throne room of the Hutt, was one prisoner in a number. Sure, there were other slaves with her from men to women. The latter were scantily clad just like her in her outfit. There were others; servants who served food and drink to guests and, if they didn’t, would be treated the same way as enemies in the midst.

Stay focused. Valenya told herself, curled up beside the tail of her Hutt master, gazing the same way he did as a new guest entered his grand chamber. Don’t lose hope. She couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She certainly wasn’t in this position out of choice but circumstance. She owed Gogor a debt and had no voice to reject his advances once he decided to collect. Don’t become the petals of the flowers that drift and go to never return home…

“Ho ho ho!” Gogor laughed at the man who had entered his chamber. He spoke in Huttese, naturally. It was a language that Valenya could understand. “I did want to see you indeed. I have a mission for you, Kortu. See it through and you will be rewarded. Fail me…” He licked his lips. “And you will suffer worse than this woman.” At that, the Hutt yanked the chain tethered to the collar wrapped around Valenya’s neck and she grimaced in pain.

Sorr Kortu