Wyhl the Hutt

Somewhat aggravated Wyhl grinned. At least they are getting somewhere. Whispering to a droid Wyhl cackle. He opens his comm and sends a message to HFC. Ready the fleet commander! Soon we embark on the second part of this plan...

-comm to Faust- Though it is rare I wanted to comm you personally. Your personal backing is much appreciated. It has been some time since my royal hand has been at the helm, but I ensure you that the Hutts while under my control will always be good friends with you. Soon enough the Hutts will return to their former glory. I have set into effect the beginning of the end for a certain group of individuals. If you feel so inclined to partake in this extravaganza victory would be ensured! They will not even know what hit them.

The doors from Wyhl's private abode swing open as he returns from his short isolation. A small droid comes to his side and hands him a holopad with the happenings of the past few days. An evil grin could be seen by all in the room as Wyhl read through the holopad. Most excellent... The war against good had begun.

Wyhl was becoming impatient waiting for the other criminal organizations to return contact to him. Enough of this. It seems we have to go ahead and begin without the others. The few alliances we have should be enough for now. Moving slightly Wyhl reaches for his holopad as a small droid rolls out from a room behind him. It quietly rolled up to the massive Hutt and passed along a small piece of paper. Here are your objectives. The job pays 200,000 per person assassinated and 350,000 for those considered "higher ups". I wish to see an entire order destroyed. And to ensure we understand each other here are your first jobs as members of the Hutt Family. Alexander as my underboss will be the one to give you your orders directly. I want Astraal, and Rodya to form two crews with those here and head off. ]Wyhl thought about this and hoped his new family would be able to handle finding a crew from within and using it wisely. I recommend you use no more than 1-2 people per crew. Kdijic and Durga as hutts will stay here and work security and ensure the day to day aspects of the Palace are cared for. Durga I wish for you to go to the Mos Eisley Cantina and ensure that the owner there is a friend of the Hutts. If no owner is there take the bar for the Hutts! Kidjic you will stay back and head my security. And further questions about this shall be handled by Alexander. Wyhl throne chair hissed loudly as the hover pad below it raised the chair slightly and moved Wyhl back towards his back room.

Wyhl gazes sharply at the man called Rodya. He grins as he speaks. Welcome... So you have come looking for work? I will have work for you so long as you do not mind killing agents of good... Dancers move in the background to the sound of a new band that had been playing for some time. Once again fingering his holopad Wyhl he laughs as he inserts codes and orders.

In time all will be revealed, but first I must ensure our allies and contacts are on the same page so we can begin. Wyhl fingered his holopad and sent a message to the Hutt Fleet Commander.

Ah hello my friend. Wyhl looked somewhat cheerful to see another Hutt. It has beens ome time since I have seen another Hutt. Tell me what happened after my long vacation.

Looking at Astraal Wyhl heard the comm. Pausing slightly he put his hand up. One moment Astraal... -Comm to Kijdic- Wonderful come to my Palace Audience Chambers at once. It is time to discuss the administration of this organization. Looking back to Astraal Wyhl speaks. Wonderful my friend... The Hutts in time will wield the power they once did and the Galaxy will fear us. You are now a Hutt. I will alert you of our plan and your position here in the coming days. ooc: I want to set the Hutts up like a real organized crime family much like the mafia. Checkout the Hutt thread in WBS for more info.

ooc: all actions have been moved to Wyhl the Hutt's Palace.

ooc: I am an idiot and forgot about this thread. I am moving all action from the Tantooine thread to here to make things easier. Thanks.... ic: The large front doors of the Palace open as four guards search and escort Astraal to an audience before his Heiness Lord Wyhl... I apologize for the searching, but it has been sometime since I have been in power and I wish to make sure all aspects check out. I see you have returned to work for the Hutts. In a few days the plans of destruction will be reveiled and the Galaxy will feel our wrath.

The eye once again pops out scanning the being before it. After accessing all aspects of him the doors open. Four guards scurry to the man and escort him in. As he walks down the corridors gun turrets in the walls follow the escort as it reaches Wyhl's main chamber. A smaller twi'lek comes out to greet the man. What brings you to his Lord Wyhl's abode?

Wyhl sat with a grimave on his face as his Palace once again came to life. It had been quite some time since the Galaxy felt the wrath of the Hutts, but not soon enough it was time to begin again. Wyhl fingered his holopad entering commands into it with fury. Within seconds the Palace screamed into life. The Palace was completely repaired and his Heiness Lord Wyhl's fleet was complete. Now it was only a matter of time before the smell of money, sex, and death filled the air. Open for business...

Wyhl quickly called for his major domo. Whispering into his ear the major domo quickly responded into Wyhl's big fat ear. Reagan was last seen at the Sith Academy with a very famous and proficient bounty hunter. One Faust... Looking to Jackal Wyhl grinned. In a few days there will be great work for you. We have something very special planned. Something no one in the Galaxy will ever forget.

The mechanical eye burst to life scanning the individuals before it. After some time it shot back into its pod and the enormous door opened slowly. Guards exited and escorted them to Wyhl. What type of emplyoment did you seek? Assassin? Smuggler? Hutt associate? Wyhl leaned back awaiting a response.

The large doors opened as four guards exited and searched the man before them. Upon ensuring he was clean the guards escorted Beltran to the main audience chamber where Wyhl sat. I see the Smash no longer sends Piccolo on his missions anymore... I thank you for the spice and wish to have a direct audience with Smash himself. The business we discuss is not something I wish to have messaged back and forth.

-comm to Amaru Vos- If you are finished having your "fun" I need you at the Palace.

Wyhl sat in his newly constructed Palace court... His minions moved quickly setting it up to his liking and his fleet was in the middle of reconstruction in the heavily fortified hangars. Soon we will return to old glory. Soon... He spoke to himself as he awaited word from the Black Sun and his old agents.

The Hutt continued to laugh as he saw what was going on around him. The laugh quickly died however as his hover pod began moving for the door. All those looking to work for the Hutts follow me. The Hutt moved a bit more quickly now as he made his way to the newly built Palace.

From the far end of the bar rose a large block. The block was black, dark, and gave off a feeling of pain and destruction. The greatest organized crime boss of the Galaxy lay dormant within that block. As it rose three small beings clamoured out and began to press the keys of the computer on the side of the block... 25 mins later... The block broke apart quickly and just as quickly Wyhl the Hutt was licking his lips and laughing. Very much alive and very much ready to kill. He awaited his friends and minions with three Bothan Bodyguards at his side.

After a life of luxury and lust, death was the logic end. The weapon was not yet into his head that he could already feel it. Nothing would be able to stop it now. Things were confirmed now, the identity of his aggressor now appeared as clear as crystal. The bounty hunter had seen it too, but how could it be used for their own benefit, this remained unclear, even as the Hutt drew his last breath, and rolled his eyes in agony.

Wyhl the Hutt sat immobile in front of the weakling young man, and laughed hysterically at his remark. Then leave I beg you, give me this entertainment, at least. The criminal kingpin lifted both his arms asking for the impossible. The laugh rose again and the guards joined in the choir.

I want you to tell me the location of Royce Colos! Wyhl's hand slammed once again sending more pain in Daz-ex. You seem oddly familiar however. Stop the punishment! The worthless men who were causing Daz pain winced away quickly. Tell me what is your purpose? Who do you serve?

Hahahaha!!! Your friend will pay! As will you! Wyhl pounds his hand down as two guards take the one before him. The strap him to the floor with force- cuffs. All his limbs strapped tightly down. Slowly a small man exits a chamber behind Wyhl, he is a disgusting being holding only a scalpel. He approaches Daz very slowly. The pain he would soon feel would be like no other. Now let us watch. Wyhl licks his lips as the pain begins. The scalpel meets Daz skin at the top of his thigh. It pierces slowly and moves down the leg all the way to the knee. The man pushes deeper and deeper as he progresses to the knee. Where is he you pitful being? Where is your friend!!!!! Wyhl's hand pounds once more. This will continue across your entire body until I receive my answer. Wyhl pushes another button this one opening a door with another man holding a small cage. The contents of the cage a flesh eating animal starved for days. Resistance is futile.

Wyhl sat in his new Palace on the outskirts of a Nar Shaddan city, he grew anxious awaiting the rebuilding of his empire and the spice it commanded. He also grew anxious for a new prisoner to torture.

-comm to Geki- Hello, Governor this is Wyhl the Hutt Emperor of the Outer Rim. I have contected you in order to begin the formation of a new alliance. An evil alliance, my plans include drugging youth into addiction, solidifying my drug routes, and opening up a new hunters training facility. Comm me back if you are interested in allying.