Darla the Hutt and Lorsha

*The HuttStar comes out of hyperspace and descends to where Darla the Hutt and Lorsha are stationed. After a few minuetes, the ship docks and the two passengers board.* "Lorsha, clock in coordinates for the Desert Citadel on Tatooine, it is time we get back home. I hope to never come to this filthy, filthy planet again.' "Yes, Master. I have charted the coordinates and we will soon be ready to blast into hyperspace." After they are out of reach of the gravitational pull of Kashyyyk, the large frieghter takes of, in hyperspace, for Tattoine.

*A smal, pinkl Toydarian flies throughout the dense, Kashyyyk forest. Lorsha finally finds her sleeping Master. She hoped her Hutt enslaver would be pleased with what she had leared. She wakes the large, smelly Hutt and hovers bakc a few steps. Lorsha was not in the mood to get back handed by her cruel oppressor.* "Master I come with good news."-Lorsha *Darla the Hutt shakes her head grogily and begins to wake up.* "What is it, Slave?"-Darla "The bugs have been defeated, and I have orderd the HuttStar to pick us up here on Kashyyk"-Lorsha "Good, I can't wait to get off miserable planet"-Darla "I wonder what Ob has done in my absence.

OOC: Hi guys, I'm back. Ob Ordeena has given me temporary control of the Hutt forces until he gets back. I was hoping someone could give me a quick recap of the battle. Nothing too detailed, but basically who is there, where their respected forces are, and who is winning. Darla is currently on Kashyyyk, but I can control the Whiphid in space. Okay, I'm nervous, but lets try this... *Darla the Hutt turns to regard her slave,Lorsha, who is currently nursing herself from the beating the Crimeboss gave her earlier. Such a loyal, although pathetic, thing. It will truely be a shame if she dies.* "Come you filthy Toydarian, I must find safety. Those dam Jedi won't help us, so we need to protect ourselves. Find a bunker, or anything that will keep us away from those bugs. We have many enimies here, so be cautious. Now go!" *Lorsha begins searching the perimeter for safety, looking for anyone who can help.* *Darla stays in the brush of the forest. Her massive gearth is hardly visable in the dense woodland.* _____________________________________________________________ *An older Whiphid is perched upon the Correlian frieghter command deck. From there he can command the entire Hutt fleet of assult boats, freighters, and starfighters. In a somewhat rusty voice he commands the fleet with sure confidence...* "Send 3/4 of our starfighters, 1/2 of the assult boats, and 90% of the freighters to search out and destroy any of the bugs in our reach. Keep the remaining forces near this Correlian frieghter for back up and defence. I want a progress report immediately. There are people down their who need us to get them out. Now kill those bugs!"

OOC: I don't think I'm on the ground, but I'll play along anyway until something happens. Right now I am in a freighter orbiting the planet. We could always say it was via comlink, hologram, or whatever. *Darla turned to regard the Jedi Knight. She had nothing but hatred and disgust for the Jedi. If the Crimeboss had it her way, she would strip the lungs from the Wookie right now, but... In a time of crisis, one needs allys. When Darla's own fat-butt was on the line, a Jedi could prove an extremely useful. She decided to be sociable with the Jedi, for now...* "Master Kirlocca, I am Bossban Darla the Hutt." *Darla points to the other crimeboss* "I have come here with the powerful and infamous Ob Ordeena." *Darla didn't bother to introduce Lorsha, she knew all too well the Jedi frowned upon slavery. Besides, a slave wasn't worth introducing.* "Any assistance given will be appreciated. The battle has not yet started, but when it does, this freighter will immencely targeted. Your protection will not go unnoticed." *Darla placed a hand on the Wookie's shoulder.* "Oh Jedi, please do not abandon us." *Darla could hardly believe she spoke those words. They were of course, a ruse. A ruse to secure the Hutt's own safety though. The Hutt often thought that if she was not a crimelord, she would be an actress.

OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while Ob. I had a very good post worked out but my computer froze *Darla the Hutt looks at Ob. She is happy with his well planned and intelligent decision.* "You have decided to trust in my advice, I a wise choice. I guess great minds do think alike. Unlike my subordinate, I feel confident we will survive this battle." *The mention of the slave, Lorsha, prompted Darla to look back at the other end of the room. The toydarian wasn't hovering anymore. Seeing her pathetic little body in pain brought an evil pleasure to her Master.* Lorsha sat on the cold, steel floor, rubbing her side. Her phisical pain hurt alomst as bad as her emotional pain. Lorsha hated to disappoint her Master. The slave's life was a constant quest for approval from her master. One day...Lorsha thought I will prove myself. One day master Hutt will be pleased with me. One day...

*After careful thinking, Darla the Hutt decides on I battle stratagy that's presentable to Ob. She turns the upper half of her body to address the other Crimeboss (Ree-Yees can see the figures talking, but is unable to depict what they are saying).* "Bossban Ordeena, will sending in ground support take away from our naval might? I presume that would be a major factor in your decision. I would also suggest we stay in the safety of the flotilla to command any advancements. These bugs have been known to engulf entire ships that try to leave the atmosphere. I do not desire to be in one of those unfortuneate ships! I hope my insights will lead us to decide on the right option." *The Hutt motions for her toydarian slave, Lorsha, to come closer* "Find a reading on how many Tyranids are down there."-Darla "Yes, Master"-Lorsha *Lorsha heads to some sort of a scanning device. She is not framilier with it, but she soon figures out how to use it. She begins doing scans for insectoid lifeforms on the planet. After a few minutes, the scanner goes crazy and starts beeping. The slave reluctantly delivers the message to her master.* "Sorry Master, but I was unable to calculate the exact size of the bug force. I can say it is less in size than the other spotted fleets. Perhaps we may have a chance." *Darla the Hutt gives a menacing stare at her subordinate. She backhands the slave.* "That was for your failure" *The Crimeboss then tail-swipes the toydarian across the room.* "and that was for implying we might not survive!"

OOC: Umm...yeah. I'm a little confused here. IC: "Obbie, they seem to have forgotten us?"

*Darla eyed the Jedi Master hatefully. How could a pathetic Jedi address her, Darla the Hutt. His neck should be in between my hands. The crimeboss would have loved to spit upon the Jedi fool, but she suppressed her anger. Seeming as calm as possible, the Hutt reminded herself that credits were involved, credits for the organization she was in. Darla scratched her massive double chin in a revelation-Yes...Jedi begging assistance show a sign of our superiority. With that thought, Darla comforted herself.* *Darla then looked at Ob, who was waiting for a responce from the Jedi.* "Obbie, I have to admit, I was at first skeptical about the true Jedi intentions. Seeing the credits they have forked over, I now feel we can trust them for the time being. I do, however, have to ask what exactly will we be doing in the way of combat? I used to have my own small army of smugglers, which I commanded with amazing results. Physical combat on the other hand...well, I can take care of myself and have Lorsha. Never-the-less, I suggest we find the safest spot to command the fleet from." *The slave, Lorsha, kept her eyes on the Jedi. The last time I saw a Jedi, he was trying to kill my master. -Lorsha reminded herself. While her master was seemingly letting her guard down, the toydarian remained tense, ready to see if the Jedi were going to try anything.*

OOC: I want to apologize for my lack of posting. I have been extremely busy and hope you aren't mad Ob. We never seem to be online at the same time, crazy isn't it. I'll PM you so I don't clog up the thread with anymore OOC chatter. *A craft comes down from the Devil's Hand and lands on Correlia. Exiting from the ship is a large Hutt known as Darla. She is followed by her ever obiediant slave, Lorsha. They make their way over to where Ob is standing.* "Bossban Ordeena, I am sorry for my delay in joining you. I am still a bit confused on why we are here. All I know is that we have come here to meet with the Jedi. Please enlighten me with more details so I can be of value."-Darla

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Darla the Hutt and Lorsha Nickname: Master and Slave Ages: 466 and 34 Species: Hutt and Toydarian (pink) Heights: 6 ft. and 4 ft. Weights: 2,657 lbs. and 140 lbs. Hair: none Eyes: Red and Black Sexes: females Homeworld: Nal Hutta and Toydaria Alignment: Evil Clothing: none and black bikini Weapon: hired guns Both non-force users Inventory: countless credits Posessions: Ship-the HuttStar If pemitted, this will be a shared post between Darla the Hutt and her slave Lorsha. This is my second alias, Darth Rainiss was my first.