This is Gonna Hutt

[Cryax Bane]

When one entertained a Hutt, the best thing to do was make sure there was more than enough room. So Cryax Bane, President of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate had reserved a whole corner of Club Lush, the velvet rope VIP nightclub in the back of the Dragon Palace Casino on Antecedent for exactly this occasion. The occasion being the arrival of Gaajo the Hutt of the Merilecu clan with whom Cryax was eager to discuss a new partnership. Word on the street was that the rich and powerful clan leader had deliberated between the Red Ravens and the Black Sun, and found that the Red Ravens had the coattails it wanted to ride. Good choice if he did say so himself, thought Bane with a smirk.

In addition to rearranging the club's booths to fit the creature's wide girth, Cryax also made sure there was plenty of food and drink around, and had bottles of the most expensive champagne, imported straight from the Bright Jewel System, waiting on ice. Lastly, the Chiss had hired a bevy of beautiful alien entertainers, dancers, and those with more "specialized" skills as eye candy or whatever the Hutt and its entourage wanted them to be. He had no idea if the Hutt had a preference for males or females, so he simply hired both, making them all sign contracts that said they wouldn't hold the casino liable for anything that happened to them tonight. Cryax also upped security, too, as there was no reason to trust the Hutt as far as he could throw it.

Sipping a whiskey in one of the booths, Cryax waited for the Gaajo with his usual security detail of Mirari bodyguard droids and henchmen milling around him. This time he had invited one of his new Ravens, Patricia to be his bodyguard for the evening. However cute, cuddly and diminutive her appearance, if there was anyone who could offer Cryax the best protection against backstabbing Hutts it was the battle hardened blonde Playhutt bunny, especially when she had her full arsenal on display.

[member="Gaajo the Hutt"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Patricia was thinking about her daughter Erika and the woman's father Romeo. She was thinking about her family and just how much she was missing them right now, they were her life and she would of done anything to be with them right now. But instead she was here at this club to babysit a Hutt and her new boss Cryax. She was certainly dressed to kill wearing a short black dress and high heels to match, her lips were covered in ruby red lipstick and her face was done up in makeup that she did not need. She was certainly dressed to kill, but that was not the only thing she wore that evening.

Dangling from a three point sling was a Tenloss made sub machine gun, the black metallic features of the gun glinted off the light and the weapon looked menacing to say the least. In her sleek purse at her side she carried extra magazines in case anything hectic broke out. Strapped to her thighs beneath her dress were two Czerka made machine pistols that were also ready to be used at a moments notice. The blonde woman had her hair done up with the mother of pearl hair sticks in her hair in case she needed it. And last but not least strapped on her back thigh was a Phrick fighting knife. She was as beautiful as she was deadly to say the least.

Standing next to Cryax the young agent and now body guard walked along side of him and smiled keeping up a friendly appearance despite carrying with her the boxy little sub machine gun that could put holes in whoever tried anything.

"You look nice." She said to Cryax and smiled keeping up an appearance of professional curtesy and kindness.

 

[Gaajo the Hutt]

Opulence, grandeur, displays of might largesse, it was fair to say that the efforts of the Red Ravens had certainly shown the Hutt Clan leader that they had the potential to work with his mighty organisation. The trip - in cooperation with Cryax Bane's organisation - had been a remarkably smooth one.

It was fair to say that the Great Gaajo had no love for travel, such athletic pursuit was best left to lesser minds and more frantic, furtive creatures, however some occasions – such as this very occasion - demanded personal and intimate attention to detail.

Talks on back channels between the Clan and the Ravens were all well and good but in the end before any decision could be finalised the great Gaajo had first to make a measure of the Red Ravens (and their figurehead Cryax Bane) in person.

Entourage – It was an imprecise word. A travelling circus would be more akin to the mismatched carnival of followers arranged to travel in the Hutt's mighty wake. Most of the gathered servants and staff – the bestiary, the dancers, the musicians and the waiting staff had been dismissed to play amongst the Casino floors whilst Gaajo continued on with a more modest compliment; His Majordomo Furo'tpa, the eight most trusted warriors in his guard and a protocol droid which he deemed unworthy to name, together they entered the VIP area of the nightclub.

The Hutt Chieftan rode effortlessly on the graceful and silent repulsor sled he had rested upon for much of his journey here, lounging at this angle on the customised transportation the Hutt chief still easily over six feet tall. To his right hand the diminutive Toydarian advisor Furo'tpa hovered along on tattered wings, and to his left towered a scarred and venerable Wookie who had acted Gaajo's chief guardian on this journey.

As he slowly passed through and the crowd of hired entertainment, looking at each new delight that his host had arranged the Hutt Clan Leader allowed a smile to play at the corner of his huge lips.

Yes, the Ravens understood how to entertain properly.

He paused briefly to watch a Twil'ek couple complete what he imagined to be a dance with some interest, but the pause served to allow the nameless protocol droid time to waddle to the front of the group.

Gaajo returned his gaze to were his host reclined, the blue skinned Chiss flanked by his soft curvy little thing, who appeared (somewhat incongruously) to be strapped with weaponry. The Hutts massive amber eyes lingered on Patricia as the distance closed and the protocol Droid came to his side.

With a brief effort Great Gaajo, Leader of Clan Merilecu rose to his full height, standing fell over two metres.

“Speak” the Hutt rumbled in his native tongue.

“I have the honour to introduce to you the Great and Powerful Gaajo the Hutt, Scion of Clan Merilecu.” the female sounding voice of the protocol droid warbled the introduction and paused, waiting for a reply or his masters next command.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

"Thank you, Patricia," Cryax said to the beautiful Playhutt bunny, and straighted out his expensively-tailored pinstriped suit jacket. Behind the scenes, the petite blonde usually tested her limits of sarcasm with her boss, but tonight the Chiss crime boss was glad to see that she could fake respect for him long enough to impress their important guest of the hour. Every detail was perfect when Cryax spied the casino patrons parting for Gaajo the Hutt who was gliding towards the club on his hoversled, flanked by his motley crew of associates. Security guards at the club's entrance traded confused glances over exactly how to large creature through the velvet ropes, and there was much hemming and hawing among them as they deliberated. "For the Makers' sake," muttered Cryax. He marched over to the guards and told them just to get rid of the damn thing altogether. "Ebeucot," he seethed in Cheuhn.

As Gaajo and company settled into their pre-arranged space at Club Lush, a female-voiced protocol droid stepped forward and announced him somewhat more formally than the Chiss would expect. This was no small time gastropod. Although Gaajo was a disgustingly slimy thing, Cryax had no particular feelings towards Hutts themselves as a people. Many in his ranks hated Hutts with a passion, including his own half-brother who spent his childhood enslaved to one. Sage wouldn't be too happy about this arrangement, but kark him. Business came before family, particularly that glit-biter brother of his. He noticed the Hutt's big feline eyes leering over Patricia. Good, good. Gaajo had taken a liking to his little blonde killer. He cut his eyes sideways to her and whispered, "How do you feel about spending a little quality time with old Gaajo, darling?"

Before she could answer, Cryax spread his arms wide at the Hutt, and gave his best cheeseball smile. "Gaajo the Hutt, you old bastard. I've heard so much about you." Standing back a few paces from the Hutt as he waited for a response, the Chiss tried not to notice how much steam cleaning the club's carpet was going to need after Gaajo departed. "Welcome to the Dragon Palace Casino. Please, help yourselves to the imported champagne and the, uh, fun." Here, he swept his hand towards the lithe alien dancers and prostitutes. "Soon we can get down to business and discuss exactly how the Red Ravens and Clan Merilecu can help each other out. But first, we drink!"

[member="Gaajo the Hutt"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Gaajo the Hutt"]


Patricia silently gagged when the Hutt started to eye her, the hermaphrodite slug had taking a liking to her perhaps? Regardless it was gross to say the least, and that was a piece of action Patricia did NOT want to any of. She wasn't a xenophobe or anything, hell she was an equal opportunity lover but no, just no. Keeping her finger on the trigger guard she tapped the side of the trigger and spoke to Cryax in a soft barely audible tone.

"It's looking at me Cryax." She said in hushed tones that could be described as if this walking tub of lard doesn't stop eye fucking me I'm going to shoot both of you.

Then Cryax made his little joke about spending some time with the hutt, and the agent fought back a gag again and swallowed some bile. She moved with Cryax keeping the sub machine gun with her hanging on the three point sling. She kept up that same professional smile and it was becoming harder to maintain though. She stuck with Cryax flanking his side, it was her job to protect the man and that's what she was going to do no matter how much of a scumbag he was. Now that the hutt and his gang were here and Cryax was talking Patricia eyed the company the hutt kept with him. Pretty standard goons nothing she or the hotel security couldn't handle. But being the exemplary employee Patricia was she approached a few feet towards the hutt and smiled her trademark playhutt bunny smile and asked

"Welcome, can I get you anything?" She said in a very happy and upbeat tone. Cryax was giving her a raise after this

 

[Gaajo the Hutt]

The indecision with the rope-line was inconvenient but hardly embarrassing for the Hutt, Gaajo was far older than most creatures here could ever hope to be and a mere momentary delay such as this one was did little to trouble his incredible patience. That the delay had been due to his gigantic stature was more of a point of pride to Gaajo, even a space as grand as this struggled to accommodate his opulence.

Once at the prepared booth the Hutt slowly slithered from repulsor-sled and made himself comfortable. The Toydarian flitted at its masters side, the wookie backed off with the rest of the security detail and for now the protocol droid remained present.

"Gaajo the Hutt, you old bastard. I've heard so much about you." Bane exclaimed with arms thrown wide in welcome.

Gaajo needed no interpretor to understand galactic basic; He understood many languages as a matter of fact, though as a matter of taste he chose not to sully his tongue with what he considered these base utterances.

Still it was a gutsy way to begin a personal relationship with a Hutt. Technically to call the Hutt illegitimate was a nonsense but Gaajo was also well aware of the other contexts of the word.

He grinned and allowed himself a long throaty laugh, Cryax Bane's reputation was not unwarranted it seemed, a risk taker. The Hutt replied after a moment, the droid repeating his words a moment later in basic

“Cryax Bane my boy. You honour the Great Clan Merilecu with this grand gathering.”

"Welcome to the Dragon Palace Casino. Please, help yourselves to the imported champagne and the, uh, fun." Cryax continued, showman like as he swept his hand towards the lithe alien dancers and prostitutes. "Soon we can get down to business and discuss exactly how the Red Ravens and Clan Merilecu can help each other out. But first, we drink!"

Gaajo simply laughed and gestured for waiting serving staff to bring him the champagne and delicacies, the smells of the foods had wet the Hutt's appetite. As the food and drink procession began Gaajo reflected upon what he had witnessed so far. Cryax was still somewhat of an unknown quantity; Clearly he believed himself to be somewhat of an entertaining host, to the Hutt however hosting was best left to trained staff or servants.

As the he tossed back another glass of champagne into his frankly bottomless gullet the Hutt turned to receive the gun-laden skirt from Cryax's organisation. He licked his lip catching pieces of food as she approached. It was an attractive specimen, delicious looking. Gaajo wasn't one to discriminate between each of the the various lesser races, male or female, they all repulsed his sensibilities to some degree. She was no Hutt, but for a stick-like hairy little thing she was a fine amusement.

"Welcome, can I get you anything?"

He took a moment to consider his reply, mentally listing off the various depravities he could ask this one to perform were he not simply a guest in this place. Instead he simply chortled, drooling as he did so and held out an empty glass.

“Another bottle of this, and one for yourself. Sit with me...” the Hutt spoke slowly, huge reptilian eyes focussed on Patricia, a moment later the droid repeated his translated words.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

As the droid translated the creature's Huttese for the Basic-speakers, Cryax smiled, his gleaming red eyes flashing with pride at the casino's lavish display. "The honor is all mine during these exciting times, Gaajo, my friend," said the Chiss crime boss. "I'm excited to consolidate our joint powers in pursuits of total galactic domination of the underworld." Always ready to exploit a good PR opportunity, Cryax had hired some Holonews reporters and paparazzi to cover the event, and he flagged them to come over and take pictures of the two crime bosses together. He figured Gaajo wouldn't mind as Hutts were known to be attention hogs. The Chiss crossed over to the Gaajo the Hutt, ignoring the glances from the clan leader's entourage and struck a pose with the enormous slug, making it look like he had his arm around Gaajo while in reality it hovered just above his slimy skin.

As the large, salivating slug feasted from a banquet of veritable delights, bits of food tumbling from its wide slit of a mouth, Cryax stood nearby with a grimace on his face. Frankly the sight was repulsive enough that he couldn't touch the food himself, and he proceeded to pour a generous amount of champagne down his own throat to temper his gag reflex.

When the Hutt turned his attention to Patricia, gazing longingly at her shapely frame, Cryax sprang into action. Before she could protest, he gave her a not-so-gentle-shove towards the Hutt. "Patirica here would be glad to sit with you, Gaajo." he said, cutting a glance at her that said he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Go on Patricia, sit on our fine friend's lap for the evening."

Cryax wanted this partnership. Bad. At this point, the Chiss would have done anything to garner Gaajo's favor. He'd wear a Leia Organa bikini himself if he had to. Anything in the name of business.

[member="Gaajo the Hutt"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Gaajo the Hutt"]

Trying her best not to vomit right there on the floor Patricia choked back a gag when the hutt asked her to sit there on it's flabs. The young agent lifted up her hand and coughed choking back another gag, she put her hand down and gave the hutt a sweet smile and was about to respectfully decline on the basis that she was providing security and it wasn't the best idea right now. But then Cryax and his stupid face had to butt in and throw her under the bus, or in this case Hutt. But they both weighed roughly the same so it didn't matter, Patricia was about to say something along the lines of F*** No until she was budged forward by her boss. Well this certainly wasn't one of her most proud moments but it certainly would help to prove her loyalty to the job. She gave a sweet smile to the hutt and nodded

"Of course, I would love to sit with such a handsome hutt." Patricia looked back at Cryax and shot him a death glare that the couldn't see.

Grabbing another large bottle for herself from off the ice Patricia sat back on the furniture with the slime covered hutt. Placing the sub machine gun on her lap she opened the bottle quickly and started to chug the thing. After holding it up for a good twenty seconds Patricia drained half the bottle and set it down getting comfy next to the large Hutt. She located herself by his tail and mid belly and was trying her best not to start shooting right then and there. She giggled and faked excitement perfectly, years of agent training and field work. She looked up at Cryax and smiled still

"So Mister Bane you should come pull up a chair and drink. Get nice and close please. Let's all be friendly."

 

[Gaajo the Hutt]

Not for the first time Great Gaajo reflected that Damn.. its good to be a Hutt.

"The honor is all mine during these exciting times, Gaajo, my friend," said the Chiss crime boss. "I'm excited to consolidate our joint powers in pursuits of total galactic domination of the underworld."

Bold...

He watched as the Chiss summoned over the journalists out of the corner of his eye. Bold indeed. It wouldn't change anything of course, the Hutt's image was well known in these parts already. Gaajo happened to consider himself distinctive, extremely handsome even. So the sly Chiss had chosen to cement the meeting in the public eye before any decision had taken place, temporal power grabbed when it had presented himself. Gaajo nodded slowly still impressed by the stringy blue ragdoll prancing at his side. With this one picture the Chiss had leverage over perhaps hundreds of Gaajo's enemies even no formal alliance was ever announced.

Gaajo's mind was quick when it came to business and evaluating this new partner was potentially big business indeed; media savvy, bold, ambitious, willing to take iniative. Cryax Bane was a likely a high risk investment for those ill prepared or the timid. It was time to indulge the Chiss for now,

As Cryax made to lie his arm around the bulk of the Hutts magnificent frame Gaajo shook his head instead offering the Chiss his vast hand, intent on holding the Chiss' arm aloft as if celebrating the winner of a prize fight.

Gaajo smiled suppressing a huge belch for the time being, allowing the press their moment.

“My Boy,” the Hutt, rumbled glancing to Cryax, “Enjoy these moments, we begin the most important business relationship of your life, Today Antecedent, Tomorrow the Galaxy.”

For any onlooker this may perhaps be the most bizarre and terrifying of alliances, with incredible hubris and incredible greed coming together from both criminals.

After the photos Cryax seemed to need time to reflect from a little distance away and simply drink, a common reaction in the Hutt's presence; He had found many people required a stiff drink as they basked in the glory of his presence.

In his stead Cryax had ushered forward Patricia, his soft private killer.

"Go on Patricia, sit on our fine friend's lap for the evening."

Of course she would.. the Hutt mused. He had lived for centuries an in that time he had learned the micro expressions that gave away the excitement a servant felt when asked to attend upon the Hutt personally. The little races considered it disgust, apparently unable to process their own feeling of admiration in the presence of a Hutts magnificence. It mattered not, the way they squirmed and shivered was a pleasure in itself for the great Gaajo.

"Of course, I would love to sit with such a handsome hutt." Patricia glanced back at Cryax to thank her employer for the opportunity.

With her own large bottle champagne in hand Patricia nestled into the warm slime covered mass of the grand Hutt. Placing the sub machine gun on her lap she opened the bottle quickly and joined him in an equally hearty drink, draining half the bottle snuggling in next to the massive gastropod Hutt. She located herself by his tail and mid belly and treated to the tremulous vibrations of his now released burp. She giggled perfectly excited, having the time of her life. She looked up at Cryax and smiled still

"So Mister Bane you should come pull up a chair and drink. Get nice and close please. Let's all be friendly."


“Yes.. Cryax you young dastard, Drink with us.. “ and the Hutt laughed deeply again, almost drowning out the protocol droid and bouncing Patricia merrily upon his great girth.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Yes, yes, things were going just swimmingly. Gaajo was happy. The press was happy. Patricia was...well, she... Anyway, the rest of the party was happy. Patricia was being an absolute champ for climbing up on the Hutt's enormous slick lap. When they both bade Cryax to sit with them, he laughed humbly, and then shot Patricia another death glare. Cryax nodded at the waitstaff and they brought over a table and chair, placing it right in front of Gaajo's big old belly, then positioning the chair so that between the Hutt, Patricia and Cryax, there was some semblance of a private table. A dancer's lekku slapped him in the head as he took his seat. This was worse than the circus horrificus, Cryax sourly mused.

Then a gorgeous male Twil'ek dancer boldly took a seat on the Chiss President's lap, and he thought to himself that maybe the party wasn't so bad after all. As the music started thumping and the spice started flowing, Club Lush started to resemble a veritable den of pleasures, with entertainers frantically making out with one another and strippers clamoring onto laps to gyrate for seedy crime lords.

Cryax took a glass of champagne and raised it at Gaajo the Hutt. "To partners!" he said as the room erupted in applause. The Chiss crime boss promptly drained his glass and then, bending down to snort some spice off the Twi'lek's naked muscular thigh, raised his head and grinned widely at his new partner. "So Gaajo. How can the Red Ravens help the Mericanu Clan and its enterprises?"

[member="Gaajo the Hutt"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Gaajo the Hutt"]

The back of Patricia's golden loches stuck and matted up absolutely covered in vile Hutt juice. When this was over she was getting a raise or shooting Cryax in the dick. Lifting up her bottle she joined the toast and took a long gulp on her bottle, she really wanted to get blackout drunk at this point to forget this entire evening. But she did need to stay sharp enough to listen and contribute to the conversation in front of her. Laying back on the Hutt's semi comfortable flab the woman kept her sub machine gun close to her, she was certain nothing was going to happen but then again she thought that about Manaan and look how that turned out. Not well for those wondering.

She listened to Cryax talk asking about how the Ravens could assist the Hutt further his agenda in the ever evolving rivalry between Hutt clans. Cryax was coming off as a generous host, to let the Hutt come into his casino and eat his food, drink his wine, and then have him ask how he can help him. It was weak and it made Cryax look like he could be walked all over, she would of advised him to approach a different avenue of negotiating but she was already over here in Pizza the Hutt's rolls. So she took the liberty of helping Cryax not seem like a complete doormat.

"And how can Clan Gaajo help the Red Ravens." She said in a very seductive tone to the Hutt that flowed out of her mouth like honey to a bee.

She began to gently stroke the Hutt's tail up to his lower stomach smiling and letting out a soft murmur of pleasure. She was a pro at her job and she wanted to make sure this Hutt wasn't full of crap offering things he could not deliver on.

"Surly a Hutt of your stature has many things to offer." She said in that same tone again. She really needed a stronger drink

 

[Gaajo the Hutt]

"To partners!" he said and as if prompted to do so the room erupted in applause. The Chiss crime boss promptly drained his glass and then, bending down to snort some spice off the Twi'lek's naked muscular thigh, raised his head and grinned widely at his new partner. "So Gaajo. How can the Red Ravens help the Mericanu Clan and its enterprises?"

Gaajo ran a hand round the edge of his lip, dislodging food particles into his gullet and considering the gathering thus far; The stringy thing reclining pleasantly upon his lap was rapidly drinking itself toward a stupor and the President of the Ravens seemed set to do something similar with if the rate of debauchery continued and the spice intake was an example of his habits. Conversely the Hutt's metabolism was far more robust than that of the lesser beings, and though he supped more of the champagne its effects were but a dull merriment for the moment.

The Hutt muttered to his Toydarian staff, Furo'tpa, and a moment later the servant fluttered off towards the door again to make enquiries at the rope line.

He looked back to Cryax again and grinned to himself, business gave the 'old bastard' such pleasure, especially when it followed such appropriate worship as tonight’s gathering.

“We are businessmen are we not Cryax Bane? Your Red Ravens hold a sizable market that interests me greatly, and the expansions you make toward the Black Sun Syndicate is of great interest to me personally.” The droid repeated the great Gaajo's words faithfully.

"And how can Clan Gaajo help the Red Ravens?" purred the drunken nymph perched on the Hutts belly in a very seductive tone. Gaajo noted with some surprised delight that she had begun to gently stroke the Hutt's tail up to his lower stomach, smiling and letting out a soft murmur of pleasure.

The Hutt lord grinned down at the PlayHutt hungrily. His desire not a sexual urge in the strictest sense, frankly that was a biological impossibility and borderline disgusting to the Hutts sensibilities. The great Hutt simply required (and was unashamedly titillated by) worship and abasement.

Still it was probable that the lesser being misunderstood his intentions and the Hutt had no intention of correcting them.

"Surly a Hutt of your stature has many things to offer?”

At that moment a brutishly huge Chevin arrived at the Ropeline with Furo'tpa at its side. The Chevin bore a vast keg of some as yet unknown brew beneath one arm, and an equally grandiose Hookah beneath the other, for the moment Furo'tpa appeared engaged with the security in discussion over the right to deliver the gifts to their masters side.

Gaajo didn't really register the debate, eyes still on Patricia for now. “My powers of influence and my network of information gatherers alone would be a prize the Ravens could ill afford to squander..” he rumbled, glancing to Cryax to note his reactions, “Add to this that for the Ravens to truly be taken seriously by the other great Hutts they would require the public continued support of one of the Clans. Not to mention my own extensive experience …”

His eyes flicked from one to the other of the Ravens representatives and continued in a moment looking at Patricia again but speaking to both “You would be more comfortable if you embraced this celebration without quite as many clothes.”

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax listened carefully to the Hutt's spiel. Gaajo was right. The Red Ravens had ruffled the feathers of many Hutt clans in their takeovers of a few Outer Rim territories such as Makeb and Teth. Now was the time to make nice with them. To ply them into complacency, snug as a slug in a rug. And then hit them even harder when they were least expecting it. Gaajo could certainly help with hitting rival Hutt clans. And Cryax noticed the more sychophantic he acted towards the large slug, the more that Gaajo ate it up. He could keep up the charade. "Indeed," Cryax agreed. "I think you and I are going to get along just fine, Gaajo. Consider me honored to be a trusted ally. Your friends will be my friends and your enemies...we'll they'll be dead." Here the drunken Chiss chuckled darkly. "And please Gaajo, feel free to come and go as you please at our Casino and our planets."

The Chiss then noticed a kerfuffle going on near Club Lush's entrance. As the Hutt's two alien aides attempted to bring in a large keg and a hookah pipe the size of a baby wampa, Cryax quickly arose from his seat, dumping the protesting Twi'lek dancer off of his lap. Glowing red eyes flashing with irritation, he hissed at his security guards to stand down and then ushered the two aliens and their gifts inside the velvet ropes. He cast an apologetic look to the Hutt, and resumed his place at the table. The scantily clad Twi'lek male hopped back on the lap of the Chiss, giving the President an enticing grin.

When Gaajo suggested the removal of clothing, Cryax immediately gave Patricia a glare that she was becoming all too familiar with. "Excellent suggestion, Gaajo. It is getting rather, uh, hot in here." Here he raised his eyebrow at the dancer perched on his knee. Then Cryax turned towards his blonde bodyguard again. "Go on, Patricia. Do as the Hutt wishes."

Then the male Twil'ek started to unbutton the Chiss's shirt and he batted the handsome alien's hands away. Then he blinked. Wait, Gaajo didn't mean Cryax himself, did he?

[member="Gaajo the Hutt"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Gaajo the Hutt"]

Perhaps it was the half a bottle of champaign, perhaps it was the secret plot to spike Cryax's drink with a love potion so he'd fall in love with Gaajo, or perhaps it was the fact Patricia had come full circle with rage at this point that it didn't matter anymore. Oh no Patricia was absolutely livid and this was not going to go unpunished or unrewarded, but rather than protesting taking off her close for the vile and disgusting Hutt, Patricia just did it.

"Of course, these clothes were getting stuff anyway." Patricia giggled happily and stood up.

Oh Cryax was going to pay for this one hard, perhaps even teach him how to respect his employees. The sleek and sexy agent smiled a Colgate white grin and gently removed the that held the boxy little machine gun. Taking the clip out and taking the round out of the chamber the woman set it down to make sure the weapon was cold. Letting her hands slide down her perfect body starting from her breasts down to her petite hips and thighs she gripped the ends of her skirt with both hands. With what could be described as pure grace and seduction the blonde pulled the dress up in a manner that was reserved for wet dreams and high class escorts. The slimy black dress slipped up showing her thighs and a lacy pink thong, but that also gave way to showing she had two Czerka machine pistols and a phrick fighting knife strapped to her thighs.

"A lady should always come prepared." She giggled again and the rest of the dress went off to show a sleek and toned stomach and her breasts which were covered in a equally lacy and pink bra that cupped the girls flawlessly. She let the dress hit the ground in a slick wet pile and she returned to her position at the Hutts lap, gently stroking his tail and stomach.

"Anything extra will cost you." She said with another giggle. Someone was going to die tonight.

 

[Gaajo the Hutt]

Gaajo watched Patricia undress as she was bidden with unhidden enjoyment, this one was worth keeping. The Hutt decided that at some point he would engage the services of the nymph for his own private endeavours, to please him was to gain the Hutt's great favour, already he had deemed Patricia worthy of some reward if and when the meetings here where concluded. The great Gaajo imagined how her delight might look as his gift was presented, and how she would wish to please him in future as a result.

Loyalty.. many of these lesser creatures seemed at a total loss to understand the value the clans placed on the loyalty of their agents.

Bane was a different matter. The great Hutt imagined that the Raven's president understood loyalty to a point, but much as a politician might remember it, loyalty with an expiration date that lasted as long as ones usefulness. Cyrax would receive the gift he desired from this meeting, a powerful ally and a route to seek out more.

The Chevin - Molaph Anlo - was another loyal beast who had been with Gaajo for nearly a century thus far. The barrel was placed on the floor nearby, the weight of it might have tipped the table otherwise, and then the hookah deposited reveranty by his masters side, one of the four tubes within his masters reach.

Gaajo nodded to his man to indicate he could leave, enough of an acknowledgement that the old chevin needed from his master.

"Accept my reward to you, this ale is brewed only within my palace. You will find it good." he stated with a continuing smile. He had heard as much from his staff who drank the stuff to believe this to be true, to Gaajo it was much the same as any other drink but the lesser creatures seemed to like it all the same. He reached for the pipe of his hookah and took a long draw, the blend was a concoction of his own, pungent, sweet in its own way but likely severely detrimental to the Chiss or his human strumpet.

"We have business to discuss, not for today, but I am pleased by our first meeting." Gaajo offered magnanimously, eyes switching to Cryax once more, noting with disappointment that he had not disrobed to please Gaajo also. "This place is a fine establishment, and I know more than a little about gambling houses and games."

He turned his attention back to Patricia, for a moment he imagined her as she was now, stripped, slipping the phrik blade into her master Cryax. He harboured the Chiss no ill will but the thought excited the Hutt. Yes, he would watch that. In his wandering thoughts he even thought about the little wench plunging her vicious blade into his magnificent flesh. Again the thought was almost titilating. The Hutt licked his lips once again.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

As the casino staff tapped the Hutt’s keg, the pungent liquor flowed into glasses, which then were passed around to Cryax, his bodyguard and various hangers-on, like the Twilek dancer who was lightly playing with the Chiss’s blue-black hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. The liquor tasted foul, and it took all of Cryax’s restraint to keep it down. He’d never developed a taste for Hutt beverages. He fobbed off the glass of the stuff to the dancer on his lap, “Here, you have to try this. It's delicious.” The Twi’lek happily guzzled it down.

“Thank you, my friend,” was his response to the compliment about the casino. “We put quite a bit of effort into making it a star attraction here in Wildspace. I think you’ll be pleased to know that we’re also in the process of fortifying the space around it with energy shields to make it more impervious to attack.” When Gaajo mentioned his knowledge of gambling houses, the Chiss grinned widely. “I have an idea for a a new casino and I would like to discuss with you the possibility of us developing it together. It’s ingenious if I do say so myself. I know exactly what planet I’d like to put it on, too. The Ravens just have to make sure the ah, locals are on board.” Here he gave a twisted smile to indicate that any locals that weren't on board would be disposed of somehow.

“Forgive me if this is too much business talk for tonight, Gaajo. I you don't want to talk shop tonight, we could schedule another meeting on your home planet next week if you'd like..." Cryax paused and cast his glowing red eyes towards his bodyguard. He noticed the nearly naked Patricia was now looking back at him with what could only be described as a homicidal glare. She was making it all too clear how she felt about her boss at the moment. He ignored it for now, but at some point he would have to give her the loyalty talk. He’d been having that talk with alot of the Ravens lately, especially as his behavior had become increasingly erratic over the last few months. Regardless, he signed their paychecks at the end of the day, so however bizarre his orders, most simply obeyed without question in order to keep their livelihoods.

[member="Gaajo the Hutt"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Gaajo the Hutt"]

Ooohohoho, that was it. That was the straw that broke the god damn camels back. Between Cryax's sheer stupidity and Gaajo's well huttness, it was safe to say Patricia was probably the only competent person here. The look she had on her face for Cryax was reserved for those who more than likely didn't survive the night. He just did so many things that it was her job to prevent, he drank Hutt alcohol for starters. It could of been poisoned, for all she knew the hooka he was puffing on was poisonous and he was being a martyr for all hutt kind and sacrificing himself for all the Hutts the ravens had killed to take over. For brining the monster Dredge to Teth to have rakghouls eat the hutt leaders. There were so many things he was doing wrong, and to make matters even better he just gave Gaajo information about the shield generators that were being built. Now he could eat drink and fondle all night and have that info that he could sell.

And worst of fucking all. He was still being a doormat, he just let Gaajo come over and drink and eat his fill then say we can schedule another meeting on YOUR home turf where we would know nothing about and walk into a trap. Gaajo would be a fool to not accept that, but he wasn't about to. Patricia would make damn sure he wasn't and that they were going to talk business.

"Oh I see how it is. I ****ing get it now." Sitting up Patricia grabbed the SMG on the table and slammed the magazine back in almost a flash. With a blur of motion the half naked body guard stood with the sub machine gun pointed at Gaajo and a Czerka machine pistol loaded with BANG slugs aimed at the head of the wookie security officer.

"Here's what's going to happen assholes. You two are going to sit down stop doing blow of a ****ing stripper and stop shoveling enough food into you to feed a small army. This is not a ****ing gesture from the kindness of our hearts. This is a business meeting and you two are going to tell business. But let me just save you the trouble and get to what the deal is. You see the ravens have killed a lot of Hutts, the old ways are coming undone and the Hutt cartel is silent and drowning in their incompetence. So you are either going to metaphorically stand with us in the new world." Patricia gave her little speech them pointed the pistol at the protocol droids head and blew it off in a shower of sparks and oil shortly after pointing the gun back on the wookie.

"Or you can die in the old. Either way I don't really give a **** I get paid either way. So please, mull it over for a bit." Patricia flicked her hair back and really wanted to start killing, but there were more important things to be done. Like business that didn't involve Cryax being a freaking door mat to Rolls For Days over here.

 

[Gaajo the Hutt]

Well things had certainly changed pace now. One minute before he and Cryax seemed to be getting on most amicably and the evening had been a pleasant one indeed. He had had concerns before this meeting that it might have been a trap, that the Ravens wanted nothing more than to kill another Hutt had crossed his mind. So he had checked, and checked again, agents and intermediaries had all come back with cast iron guarantees, the Ravens were serious about getting the Hutts on board now.

Gaajo had still been unconvinced, one didn't reach four hundred years old in this game without an overdose of paranoia, The fall of the Hutt Cartels had been a wound to the cultural pride and Gaajo had felt it as deeply as many of his colleagues. The Black Suns and now the Ravens were both as much the architects of the Clans decline as any others. Still Gaajo had taken the time to deliberate, to consider and philosophise and had eventually concluded that - despite the seeming doom surrounding the Cartels decline – there was still a place in this galaxy for a dishonest Hutt to make a modest fortune and indulge in the luxurious lifestyle of greed that they so desired.

Finally, after Gaajo had considered the matter for quite some time he had chosen to approach the Ravens.

And now there was a semi naked harlot threatening him with a vicious looking sub machine gun.

What irked the Hutt leader the most about the situation if he was truly honest was that trust in greed had brought him to this place, he had been as beneficent and generous as he deemed himself able; But now it appeared if the half sleeping overpaid Wookie was any example of what his security detail was worth then he would likely not make it out of this room alive.

The Greats Hutts eyes bulged as he looked down the barrel of the gun, then swivelled his gaze to the Ravens President.

His protocol droid had meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, a tool and nothing more, but it was a tool that had made this conversation simpler. The Great Gaajo understood Basic but he had never learned to speak it.

Still dumb for now he considered the situation again. A rogue agent of the Ravens threatened the Clan Leader and insulted her own employer, he was trapped here and the skinny little thing had threatened to kill him. He was vaguely aware of his own growing excitement at this situation, a rush that under other circumstances he would have enjoyed very much.

This little creature must comprehend the irreparable damage that her actions could cause, she seemed to be inviting it even. She had to understand somewhere in her booze addled mind that any deal made under these circumstances could not be worth the air it took to declare it.

The big Hutt swallowed and blinked looking from Partricia and back to Cryax.

“Furo'tpa ..” he called forth his aide with some hesitance, weighing up the odds of the clearly unstable Partricia shooting his other capable translator. “Speak in my name...” he rumbled as the Toydarian appeared once more, hands up to show himself to be unarmed...

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

What. The. Actual. Frell. As Patricia completely went off the script, Cryax started to wonder if bringing the little Playhutt bunny with the big sub machine gun along as his bodyguard was a big mistake. The night had been going swimmingly. The Chiss crime boss had been enjoying himself for once in his miserable existence since his Presidency began, and Gaajo himself seemed to be eating it all up like a plateful of Nal Huttan delicacies. The Chiss's plan to have the Merilecu's clan in his back pocket was about to come unraveled no thanks to his little blonde strumpet, who quite frankly was showing him a humiliating amount of disrespect in public. Glowing red eyes narrowed in anger leveled toward the half-naked mercenary. When she started to talk about Ravens killing Hutts, Cryax made the universal throat-cutting motion as if to say "cut it the frell out" She was going to frizz up this deal for them big time, and he wasn't going to stand for it.

His hands were spread apologetically at Gaajo. "You'll have to forgive my overzealous bodyguard here," Cryax said, shooting his blonde bodyguard a look that said, "oh, no you didn't." "Patricia tends to get a little bit defensive when she feels like her beloved President is being disrespected, but it's obviously a big misunderstanding, isn't it Patricia?"

"Let's all be reasonable here, and put our weapon down." Cryax stood up and moved slowly towards Patricia, extending his arm to graze the top of the muzzle of her weapon in a gentle attempt to guide it downwards. He leaned in and titled his head in towards his bodyguard, hissing viciously in her ear so that only she could hear. "Do me a favor and put a muzzle on it, dear. Or mark my words, you'll be doing much more than stripping for that karking slug tonight."

[member="Gaajo the Hutt"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Gaajo the Hutt"] [member="Cryax Bane"]


Patricia was very pissed off to say the least, years of partying and drinking had made her a heavy weight in the alcohol department and she wasn't even feeling a buzz. Her skills were razor sharp and she knew how to tangle with everyone in this room. And if it came down to it she had no problem shooting Cryax in his smug little face. Keeping tbd machine gun up at the hutt and the pistol on the wookie she was deadly serious about all this. Cryax needed to start acting like a president, this wasn't a minor criminal organization anymore it was a minor galactic power under the control of multiple worlds and solar systems. Hell not counting the major worlds they were I'm charge of hundreds if not thousands of little no name planets in the galaxy.

"President Bane. When you hired me it was my job to protect you from more than physical harm. Now I'm not going to give this piece of crap anymore information but you are not invincible! You are a mortal like the rest of us, look at yourself Cryax! You are doing spice in front of a hutt who may or may not want to kill you! You have given valuable info to him three times. That you're an addict, about the generators, and that you aren't a very smart president!" She was laying into the guy and he quite frankly deserved to be told so. This hutt had nothing to offer him that the ravens didn't already have. Her gaze shifted back over to the Hutt and her eyes were filled with murder

"Now let me give you some information. Nal'Hutta your grand Hutt world is under the control of the black suns. Nar'shadda is under republic control. Hutt space is lost, and do you think for one moment the Hutts have any actual power left? The answer is no, you don't. Hell Teth was your last bastion and it's gone now! You have nothing, you are the equivalent of a bad joke. Now get with the ****ing program!!" And finally her gaze shifted back to Cryax and she spoke some very damaging words before leaving

"Do you think your mother wants this for you? Do you think she approves of your addiction? You're a damn farce of a leader Cryax and when you're ready to get serious about your job. Call me. And that was a eight hundred credit dress, I expect that to be paid back." Patricia lifted the sub machine gun and pointed it towards another guard before stomping out of the room. She wasn't going to abandon Cryax of course, she'd just go grab her Czerka sniper and cover him from outside where she didn't have to get felt up by a Hutt.