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Tatooine: The Hutt’s Palace

 

Astrographical Information

Region: Outer Rim

Sector: Arkanis Sector

System: Tatoo System (binary)

Orbital Position: 1

Moons: 3

Grid Coordinates: R-4

 

Physical Information

Class: Terrestrial/Desert

Atmosphere: Type 1 Breathable

Primary Terrain: deserts, canyons, buttes

Points of Interest: Mos Eisley Cantina, Anchorhead Spaceport, Mos Espa Grand Arena, Dune Sea, Great Pit of Carkoon

 

Societal Information

Indigenous Species: Tusken Raiders, Jawas

Immigrated Species: humans, Twi’leks, Rodians, others

Primary Language(s): Galactic Basic, Huttese, Jawaese, Tusken

Faction Affiliation: neutral

 

Defense Rating: 1

 

JediRP Canon History: The lavish palace outside of Mos Eisley has been home to several Hutt crimelords over the years (first Umaga the Hutt, then Whyl the Hutt, then Koplak the Hutt, and finally Dordjooba the Hutt). It had one main claim to galactic history, however: it was the location of the cease-fire agreement between the Sith, Jedi, Empire, New Republic, Hutts, and Black Sun at the beginning of the Arach’tar war. That palace was later destroyed in a Black Sun attack, and a new one built in its place. It currently sits empty.

 

The current palace looks like Jabba’s on the outside, but on the inside has a dark color scheme of black and grey. The lights were very dim, making it hard to make out details. There were a lot of back hall ways that could lead to a quick escape, secret passages were spread out in case the need arises. Makeshift cover was another important element in the construction; if the palace was breached and a battle ensued there would be plenty of places to hide and escape fire.

 

The main chamber was one with stairs leading up to a throne for a Hutt; the room was dark with only one window--a skylight which allowed little light. In front of the throne was a floor that dropped out into a pit, a lever which released the floor was placed near the throne.

 

In the basement were the employee's rooms, simple rooms with a bed, desk, and a refresher. Outside of the employee's rooms is the leisure area, with a weight room, training room and a bar with a few tables. The bar had a full time bartender who served employees. There was also a mechanic room where if one needed to build something they could from all of the tools, work benches and materials provided.

 

A hangar section was built close to the main chambers, multiple hangars were placed for the ships that needed to be stocked with goods or for Hutt members to keep their ships while at the palace. Special hangars were built for higher ranked members, these special hangars were built with convenience in mind.

 

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A single, winding dirt-swept road curves up into the crook of a rocky canyon, leading to a lone structure in the desert wastes beyond the Dune Sea of Tatooine. Here stands the palace of Wyhl the Hutt, an immense curving building of sandblasted metal and pitted stone...

 

Visitors to the gangster's stronghold are faced with a large, featureless gate. A perimeter droid, little more than an electronic eyeball with a gruff voice box, questions newcomers before admitting them into the dank recesses of the remote palace...

 

A huge corridor leads to the criminal bustle of Wyhl the Hutt's den. In this throne room, the gangster reclines upon a large dais, keeping a sickly eye on the motley horde assembled before him. His every depraved whim is satisfied -- his hunger sated by snacking on live critters, his lasciviousness by the performance of his favored dancing girls...

 

 

((Summary compiled by Amidala Skywalker. Thank you!))

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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.

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Hour later, the Shadowfax exits hyperspace and Beltran begins to scan the surface. He was looking for anything that might be the new headquarters of the Hutts. Within moments he had found what he was looking and began piloting his ship into the atmosphere. Landing only half a kilometer from the Palace, Beltran exits his ship and makes his way to the front gate.

 

Speaking to the guardian droid (assuming there is something guarding the gate) he presented a finely polished box containing the finest spice Black Sun had to offer.

 

"I require an audience with your master, this is a gift coming directly from Prince Smash Daisaku."

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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.

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Beltran bowed as he was ushered into the giant Hutt's audience chamber. Beltran wasn't used to this kind of grandiose display, but that didn't matter.

 

This is what I was sent to do and I shall do it.

 

Upon entering the room, the box of spice was taken from him and delivered to the massive being in front of him. Beltran maintained a respectful distance from the Hutt and watched him open it.

 

"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."

 

Beltran could understand that. He bowed again before speaking:

 

"I understand, your excellency." He began, inwardly cringing at the flowery language. "I was sent to relay a message, Prince Daisaku wishes you to know that he fully intends to reconstruct the old alliance between him and yourself. I will now return to Coruscant and relay your request for a personal audience with the Prince."

 

He paused a second before continuing:

 

"Also, Piccolo is still Prince Daisaku's chief officer. However he was unavailable for this mission, so it was left to me."

 

Beltran bowed again and left the audience chamber. He was quickly escorted from the palace and back to his ship. He entered the Shadowfax and launched. Within a few moments, he was clear of the atmosphere and entering hyperspace.

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The sand of Tattooine blew through the air as the wind whipped through the rocky canyons. The planet was not friendly to those too weak to survive in a harsh evironment. It blistering heat often caused people to faint shortly before arriving at their destination. It could turn the strongest man into pathetic corpse in mere minutes. The coarse sand could turn a new speeder into scrap metal in the blink of an eye. In this dreaded environment, only the strong survived.

 

But for five cloaked figures, the weather and the landscape was nothing. Their feet steady and sure as they made their way towards the metal and stone building that was the great Hutt palace. The wind whipped through their cloaks causing loud flaps to echo through the granite canyons surrounding the large mansion. Their eyes fiaxted upon the large metalic door that seperated them from the audience chamber of the obese Hutt gangster.

 

Upon reaching the door, the leader lifted a gloved hand and rapped on the door three times before retreating back into the confines of the brown cloak. Waiting merely a moment, a large droid eye emerges from the door and asks the stranger a series of questions.

 

"We seek an audience before the great Whyl the Hutt. We come searching for employment."

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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.

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The Roach, a decrepit YT-2400 light freighter, touches down a few miles away from the Hutt's recently constructed palace. At the controls of the ship, Rane Scando kills the engines and then runs through a few quick security checks (the infamous bounty hunter wasn't about to have his ”œnew”

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The Hutts voice echod through the halls of the magnificent palace. From within the great walls, screams of those being tortured below could be heard by the group of beings before the infamous gangster. It had been said, more heads had been lost here in this very hall, than on any battlefield. At least that is the rumor.

 

"We do not have an understanding of the intricate arts of stealth and the knowledge of the shadows to become assassins. Nor do we have the the equipment or patience to be a smuggler. We are looking for a job that requires cunning and brute strength. More than a mere soldier, but less than an asassin. We are yours to command great Whyl."

 

Lowering his head, Jackal motioned for his brethern to do the same. One by one the 5 warriors lowered their eyes to the floor, but their ears still attentive for any sound of treachery.

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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.

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"The information is appreciated."

 

That was all that Rane Scando said; it was all that needed to be said. The infamous bounty hunter and the equally infamous Hutt had been doing business together for a long time ”“ the Hutt had just done Scando a favour, and Scando, in the future, would repay in kind.

 

An hour or two later, Scando's ship lifts off.

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"Our strength is your to command Lord Whyl. Now with your permission, my men and I wish to train using your facilities. Is this at all possible?"

 

Raising his golden eyes to meet the Huts large gaze, the Yuzzem warrior stood firm. He had never bowed before any creature his life, but this gangster demanded respect from his minions. And if only to gurantee his employment, Jackal felt it necessary to play by the Hutts rules for as long as possible.

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Freedon Nadd's ship touched down. He jumped out and ran at the Citadel, firing large blaster rifles at the structure.

 

Captain Nadd ducked and rolled, then fired from his hands, a massive green skull made of energy. The skull flew through the air towards the Fortress. As it tore through the air, a humming noise of hateful, hado energy could be heard by all. This wasn't just a typical skull made of energy. This was hado energy, more powerful than the force, and certainly more evil. There was no light side to hado energy, just evil. As it grew closer to the walls, birds cried out and flew away, children screamed, and dread fell upon all who laid eye on the skull. It hissed. It screamed. The air around it caught fire and it ruined the atmosphere and burned holes in the sky's protective layers of gasses. This skull was the most evil skull ever formed. That was a fact.

 

Hado....

 

Energy......

 

The skull collided with the fortress and exploded, leaving a massive hole in the side of the Hutt structure.

 

Freedon Nadd, ran across the desert sands and entered through the blast hole.

 

"I come seeking an audience with The Hutt Lord."

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  • 2 weeks later...

A YT-1300 touched down a mile form the Hutt's palace. After engaging the security, he lowered hs speeder fom the hold of his ship and sped off toward the palace. Upon ariving, he got through the security check and requested an audiance with Hutt. When he was asked why he replied

 

I am here to get a bounty hunting job.

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Freedon Nadd charged Commander Gree with two curved saber blades. He ran forward, jumped kicked the soldier in the face and then landed. Nadd maintained his boot on Gree's neck.

 

"Are you asking for war? I'm willing to go to war for the sake of defending the Hutt Lord."

 

Nadd kept his leg in place.

 

"Who the Hell are you?"

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I am not here to kill someone or you for that matter, Nadd, though I would certainly would. Now let me proceed to the Hutt's audiance chamber.

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"I'll let you proceed... to the graveyard."

 

Freedon Nadd pressed down, concentrating all of his weight, through his body, into his leg. The great force of the strong Sith warrior broke Gree's neck, killing him.

 

"It looks like you were killed today, Gree. It looks like you were killed..."

 

Freedon Nadd stole all of the money from Gree's corpse and ran over to the YT-1300. That ship belonged to Freedon Nadd now. He entered it, flipped the power switches, and then, while waiting for the engines to power up, he began firing the ship's guns at the Hutt Citadel. He ascended into the skies and left the planet.

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The apparently "dead" Gree lay on the floor, not dead, but severly injured.

 

D***, that lousy son of a gundark. I need help and quite frankly, I am helpless. I need to get to a Medstar. Fast.

 

Gree made a motion with his arms and legs.

 

Good. I can move.

 

He rose and propped his head up. Pulling out his medkit, he braced his neck and left. When he arrived at the local city, he got himself a transport and set off to kill Freedon Nadd.

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  • 4 months later...

Arriving in the old palace of Wyhl, Rihn set about cleaning it up a bit. It needed a good dusting and an exterminator as several varieties of bugs and rodents had decided to make it their new home. Nevertheless, Rihn did his best to make the place presentable. Umaga would soon come to take Wyhl's vacated palace, just as she had taken Wyhl's vacated title as leader of Hutt space.

 

However, as Rihn cleaned and rearranged things, Ka was on the back of his mind. He couldn't get her out of his mind, in fact. It was a nagging fact he had come to realize since he had left. He definitely felt something for Ka Rith. He wasn't sure, though, if it was the kind of father, daughter love or soulmate love or something else entirely. Everything just seemed to foggy at the moment. All he did know was that he didn't want to walk out like that.

 

Rihn sighed as he found himself picking up a fallen lamp post. Stopping he placed his back against the nearby walk and let himself slide down it until his buttock was touching the floor. Reverting back to his natural form, Rihn stared at the palms of his hands.

 

Who am I trying to fool? No one will ever love a beast like me. Not a beautiful young human lady like Ka. Who am I trying to fool...

 

Placing his face in his hands, the Gurlanin let out a deep breath.

 

What am I going to do? What am I going to do? What now, Rihn? What now?

 

As he sat there, Rihn mused over his different options.

 

Should I tell Ka I love her? But I don't even know if that's true? Or to what extent I love her. Or how I love her. I don't even know why I love her or... or...

 

Rihn leaned his head against the walls, eyes looking up at the ceiling.

 

What have you done now, Rihn. This is bad. This is horrible. I can't get her off my mind!

 

Rihn slammed his fist against the ground as the sound of the thrust echoed across the room and down the hallways. Pausing for a few seconds, Rihn sighed again. Leaning his head against the wall, Rihn closed his eyes.

 

I've got to do something. I know I do. I can't just leave things like that. I know I can't. But what if she remembers everything. And even if she still hasn't yet... what if it just comes to her all of the sudden. She may try to kill me. And she knows Trowa. I don't think I can rely on security to protect me. I won't have a dampening field either. Why would I risk my life for a girl I don't even really know... because I really don't know her. I've read her files, sure. But that doesn't mean I know her. I don't. I just met her. She could despise me for all I know.

 

Rihn moved again, placing his elbow on his thigh and pinching his brow with his thumb and index finger. Shrunching his face he continued in deep thought.

 

Why did I have to save her? I could have just let her die. I should have. Then, there wouldn't be any problems. I wouldn't be sitting her and she would be lightyears away on Byss. Why didn't I just let her die? I should have. Then I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be so frustrated. I wouldn't be having this internal conversation with myself. I wouldn't have grown attached to her... and not even know how I feel!

 

Raising his hands parallel with his head, Rihn slowly lowered them until he had the palms rested on his thighs, hands clenched.

 

"This so frustrating!" He found himself yelling aloud as he surprised himself with the harsh sound of his voice reverberating off the walls of the palace.

 

Rihn paused. He took a long pause. He thought back to Ka's smile. It was burned into his skull. It was the first thing he thought about everytime he thought about her. That and the intense passion she had as she broke his vibroblade to pieces with her barehands. Rewinding time with his mind, Rihn watched the last day or two play in his head. He didn't know what to do. He knew he had to go back, though. Everything hinged on him and Ka coming to peaceful terms. The pending deal with Trowa. The Hutt's relationship with Thorpe Corporation. His own sanity.

 

Rising from the ground, Rihn dusted himself off a bit as he headed back towards his ship. He would leave Astraal and the others a recorded message explaining that he couldn't risk endangering them because of a possible personal conflict that might arise and that he was going to see if he could resolve it. Until then, their orders were to help beautify the palace in lue of Umaga's arrival. Also offering another word of advice, Rihn suggested that Astraal might want to give their latest labor shipment a test run to assure that they were in proper working order and that the palace beautification project might be as good a place as any to test them out.

 

Reentering his ship, Rihn ignited the engines once again on a return course. He knew a few short cuts and he imagined that if he worked it just right he might be back in Byss around dinner time. Ka wouldn't even know he had left. He paused. Well, at least if she didn't return to the room. But even then he could explain what happened. But it wasn't worth worrying about. He would cross that road when he got there. His number one priority was determining a plan of escape in case he needed to do so.

 

He was jeopardizing far too much for this woman. He was beginning to hate love as much as he loved it.

 

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From high above the orbit of Tattooine, a small wormhole opened and a ship by the name of Wolf Blade I emerged. Its crimson hull reflected the light from the planets twin suns. The laser cannons emerging from the lower half of the ship glinted as light stream across all four barrels. But the deadliest part of this ship was not the two doubler laser cannons, it was the man behind the controls. Although the ship meant alot to him, it was nothing compared to the skill and expertise that resided in the Mandalorian warrior. And his true form of fighting was on the ground, where he could employ numerous trickeries to aid in his survival and business. Manuevering the ship into a well calculated orbit, he emerged above Whyls palace. As he flew by the palace, he took several arial photos, in cluding photos in X-ray and thermal. After examinging them he noticed a small escape tunnel leading from within the main audience chamber to a skiff pad on a ledge of a nearby cliff. Angling his ship, the Mando warrior lands on the platofmr and lowers the ramp.

 

Stepping from within his ship, Animano walks through the tunnel carrying a DC-15 Blaster Rifle, also know as a clone rifle. It only had enough power for 100 shots, but it had the accuracy and stopping power he would need if he ran into trouble clearing out the palace. As he made his waythrough the tunnel, he heard the scattering of feet, and brought his rifle to bear. Making a turn he saw three Gamorrean guards charging towards him, vibro-axs raised. With no hesitation and the precision of a true killer, three bolts of blue plasma ripped through the air and struck the Gamorreans in their bellies, ripping through their flesh, and destroying their interla organs. If they were not dead on impact, they would die shortly. Stepping over their bodies, Animando peered around a corner in time to watch a blast of red light pour down the hallway. Had he not been wearing a helmet, he would have felt the heat from the bolt. Ducking and roling to the right side of the tunnel, he let loose a series of bolts designed to cause hesitation in his enemies, and they did exactly that. As they ducked behind several well placed crates, he stood to his full height and took aim and as they rose, blue bolts of plasma made impact with three Nikto heads.

 

Continuing his pace, he turned a corner and bumped into a Dashade. Dashade were excellent assassins and their strength enormous. Animando could feel his rifle being tore from his grip, and the wind was knocked form his chest as a large fist slammed into his armor. Dropping to his knees and gasping for air, the giant assassin kneed him beneath his helmet and the bounty hunter fall backwards, landing on his jetpack.

 

"You can't stop me, bounty hunter. Once I had the element of suprise you were mine. That is the way of the assassin."

 

Instead of choosing to speak, Animando merely rolled to the side and slid his finger along the control of the computerised blade-a-rang.(Think same style as Blades throwing weapon)Hearing the Dashade step forward, he rose to a knee and identical but reversed blades sprung from each side of his gauntlet. With a quick slid of his fingers, the weapon was launched from its sheath and embedded one blade into the Dashades neck. Rising to his feet, Animando removed the weapons from the assassins neck as it fell to its knee, and shortly after into the dust. Sheating the blade-a-rang, the bounty hunter emerged into the main audience chamber and awaited the arrival of Umaga.

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The Dancer's Run emerged from hyperspace above Tattoine, Astraal putting in the co-ordinates for Whyl the Hutt's old Palace. There they had the job of getting the Palace ready before Umaga arrived. She set down in the hanger bay, running through the post flight checks before getting up and heading back to check on her cargo.

 

"Ok Nicolas, we're here."

 

She called out to him as she went to check for any messages. Receiving the recorded message from Rihn, the violet twi'lek grinned, heading to check to see if her other passengers were awake. She'd had them knocked out for the journey so they wouldn't give themselves away that they were in her compartments. They were just waking up now, Astraal taking the time to get changed before letting them out. Dressed in her armor and weaponry, Astraal headed back to her groggy male slaves.

 

"Good to see you waking up boys. I'm pleased you're all in your costumes. Umaga will be impressed when she gets here. Until then you have a job to do. The Palace needs to be in tip top shape and you boys are going to be the ones to do it and believe me, Umaga will want you to please her."

 

Each slave had a neuro-collar, Astraal reminding them of the fact by holding up the device that would either shock them or immobilize them. They'd learnt that she wouldn't hesitate to use pain to get her message through either. She guided them out of her ship, setting the droid to clean and disinfect the compartments while she set them to work cleaning up the Palace for Umaga's arrival. It was rather pleasant for the twi'lek girl as she leant up against the wall observing the slaves working. They were very pleasant on the eye and the costumes she'd given them were designed to show their bodies off. Umaga should be very impressed with the new slaves.

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"Ha-huh-huh-ha-huh"

 

The bass tone of deep-bellied laughter filled the New Hutt Palace. Chills ran down the back of every creature in the cold, shadowy citadel. Upon hearing the laughter, everyone instantly new: a Hutt was back. An even more rutheless, vile, nasty, shrewd, and conniving Hutt. Umaga was in charge!

 

The fat, slimey Hutt with purple-toned skin on her massive back began ordering aound her henchmen. The slaves meticulously re-constructed the Palace by Umaga's standards as she slurped down some innocent toads. The laborors worked in complete fear of the Hutt...they knew she wasn't hesitant to feed them to one of her vile creatures.

 

The disgusting Hutt menacingly laughed. Her Clan would soon be back in power...and with a younger and more vile leader.

 

Off to her side was a strong and fit Twi'lekkian male. Dressed in only a man-thong, he was the great Hutt's favorite 'toy.' Umaga grabbed his chain and pulled him to her. His resistance was futile, the Hutt was much stronger than this boy. He eventually gave up and let Umaga drag him to herself. Her massive two-ton body then laid on top of the man, completely covering the slave Twi'lek.

 

In thick Huttese, she spoke.

 

"Make love to your Master. NOW!!!"

 

The slave boy did as he was told, no one would defie the great Umaga the Hutt.

 

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Later, when the slave boy and Umaga were finished, she tossed him down into her wild Nexu pit. The slaves and an ever-growing crowd of space heathens watched as two of the viscious animals ripped the man in half. Umaga smiled, her first execution went wonderfully.

 

A band had appeared out of nowhere and started playing music. The puple-backed Hutt thought the song might have been by Justin Timberlake.

 

Elsewhere, spice addicts had started passing around various drugs...some were to be snorted, others smoked, and a few injected. Her assorted 'regular' slaves continued to set up the thrownroom while her 'boy-toy' slaves danced to the N'Sync-ish music. The jubilent Hutt smiled, everything was going as planned.

 

Umaga had heard that two of her trusted associates had arrived on-planet. She was eager to see them and awaited their presence in her great throneroom.

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Firwir'tk'ith's ship flew down to the plaent with 9 slaves held inside it, thought the origanal amount was twelve. One was lying dead on the enechment ring and the other three were strewn about the ship. The one haning from the ring, was human with a large peice of his should missing. The tall monkey, as Firwir'tk'ith called them was not the most polite person in universe.

 

The other thre were killed to be fed to Firwir'tk'ith's own slaves. Firwir'tk'ith had learned a very important lesson why'll trying to bite off the humans armthough , and that was that humans tasted almost as bad as Jawas.

 

The slaves were made up of two Mon Calamari, three Bith, and four Iridonians. The Mon Calamari were going to be used to help build service droids for the palace. The Bith would be would be used for manual labor and the Iridonians were just their to be fed to the Nexu. As soon as Firwir'tk'ith dropped off the slaves he sat down in the throneroom, where he pestered by a spicer who thought she was inside a sandcrawler.

 

He considered pushing the tall monkey into the Nexu pit, but instead just decided to tell the human that there was spice in the Nexu pit. The plan worked perfectly and she was torn about limb by limb. the only thing he complained about it was her annoying the scream she issued.

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Nicolas's bulky, powerful form moved quietly through the crowd in the Hutt's palace. He watched over the area carefully, occupying himself by taking up somewhat of a guard. Umaga had been informed of what he was doing and due to his stature and appearance he would be easy for the Huttess to pick him out in the crowd if she needed him.

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The Hutt Palace was reinstated, cleared out, and a new leader stepped in. Umaga The Hutt. A sturdy hutt, willing to take over the affairs of the Hutt Syndicate and restore the faction's reputation throughout the galaxy. Jett, now Second In Command of the Hutt Syndicate, stood next to Umaga in the Throne Room, where she was being pampered by her servants. Jett kept things running while Umaga was away, sick, or unable to control things. When she was here, he made sure everything was moving smoothly and as planned. Since Umaga took control of the Hutt Syndicate, the palace was being slightly changed causing things to be very busy. Jett was looking down a roster sheet of the slaves that were currently being held here. He then addressed Umaga herself.

 

"We should of gotten a new shipment of slaves today, we need the labor."

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After having gotten the slaves working for a time, Astraal heard that Umaga had arrived and was now in the throne room. Grinning she sent the slaves to be cleaned up, lathered with oils to make their skin gleem, and to dress in their new costumes. Once they were ready, Astraal had them parade before Umaga.

 

"Almighty Umaga. For your enjoyment... Your new pleasure slaves..."

 

The violet Twi'lek's green eyes sparkled as she prodded the first of the new slaves forward to show himself off to his new Master. Each of the eight new slaves, two each of Human males, Rodian , Devaronian and Klatooinian were shown to her. Astraal was in her normal garb of weaponry and armor, fitted to excentuate her figure though made her look as dangerous as she had been trained to be. She stood to the side, making sure the new slaves did as they were told and that there were no threats apparant to Umaga.

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With a very warding glance, the sly mannered man peers over his audience at the bar, keeping the inebriated crowd in suspense by the slow marauding movements of his hands...

 

"So I says to the miserable oaf, ”˜Hey, if you don't got any paper, here's some plastic for ya.' Then I pulled out the side railing on my ship, sees, which I keep for just such a case y'know, and hit the guy straight into next week! The inspector neva saw it comin'."

 

His hands pumped in and out with a quick series of punches through the air before settling back within his seat, adoring the roaring laughter from his easily witted patrons before drawing up a steady stream of mild spice ground into his hookah to his lips.

 

"Yeah, yeah, so any you know more 'bout this Hutt anyways? I got an invite from this shady character to come here, but..."

 

It seemed his once able crowd had left him just as easily as they had come, dispersing all throughout the throne room, leaving just him and his hookah.

 

"...Psh. Scum bags, who needs 'em."

 

Breathing a heavy sigh, the thick grey smoke trailing out from his mouth, the man merely watched the fantastic sights and adored the blissful songs being played from the foreground, always keeping one hand lowered to his waist beneath the bar stool.

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Umaga smiled widely as Astraal entered with new pleasure slaves. They were toned, ripped, and gleamming for the Grand Huttess. The scantily clad man-slaves danced feverishly for Umaga. One of the younger ones, a human, aroused the Hutt's fancy. The Great Crimelord wrapped a chain around his neck and pulled him closer. Licking him up and down, Umaga's pleasure was doubled when she saw the disgust on the young slave boy's face. Torturing the man with her sexual advances gave Umaga almost as much pleasure as tasting his body. These were undoubtedly good slaves. The violet Twi'lek Astraal had gained the Hutt's favor.

 

Umaga the Hutt's licking session was interrupted by her responsible, yet evil, Second in Command known as Jett Tamplin. The Huttess spoke to him in a booming Huttese voice.

 

"If we need more slaves, then you have my full permission to order them. It is an investment we need in order to get our 'operations' up and running. However, I warn you that my pleasure slaves serve one purpose only....and it is not labor. We should have some of the Clansmen or Crimelords capture some more."

 

Jett was proving to be a very good majordomo...he earned Umaga's favor.

 

The grotesque then sent for Ssr-ruuk. Umaga had heared he was an excellent slave catcher, and the slaves he brought in today were proof of that.

 

"Ssi-ruuk, I understand you have considerable experiance in capturing slaves. That is good. I need a new shipment in, so I have an offer for you. I want you to use your talents to bring in numerous new slaves. Species does not matter, but make sure they are physicallly capable for labor. If you accept this task, their will be a substanial reward. However, if you rrefuse, I will find someone else for the assignment and you can wait in the Palace for a different mission. If you do accept, I insist that you take that Terrance Heliek with you. I've heard is smuggling skills are exceptional. Between your slaving skills and his smuggling experiance, you two are my number one team."

 

Ssi-ruuk and Terrance Heliek had both gained Umaga's favor....they were very capable employees.

 

When that was finished, Umaga the Hutt spoke to fellow Hutt Council member Rihnand the designated Hutt Champion, Nicolas.

 

"Promoter Rihn, you are the only one with the expertise to set up our Gladiatorial Operations. This task will be in your hands, and I know that you and Champion Nicolas will keep me and Council Member Tamplin informed. However, there is one specific person I would like to see fight Nicolas, and she will be hunted down shortly."

 

With that, the slimy and shrewd Hutt summoned for Amiando.

 

"Great Hunter, I have a mission offer for you. I want you to collect the bounty I have put on one known as Jaina Nu. She is a ferocious creature that is a security danger to our organization. I want you to bring her back here, alive......she is to eventually fight Nicolas in the Gladiatorial Arena. Her last whereabouts are unkown, so you will have to use your bounty hunting skills for that. Oh, and if you accept and satisfactorly complete this mission, the pay will be quite high. Also, all Hutt resources are at your disposal."

 

Rihn, Nicolas, and Amiando all earnged the Hutt's favor.

 

Without any other important missions coming to mind, Umaga relaxed and enjoyed the slave dancing shoe. If she had forgotten any important piece of business, then her majordomo would remind her.

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After having gained Umaga's favour, the violet twi'lek stepped back from the remaining slaves, knowing the guards would now look after them. She'd earned herself a drink. As she wandered around the throne room she couldn't fail to notice the scruffy looking nerf herder that was telling his tale. She rolled her eyes and kept moving over to the bar, her lekku twitching in amusement as shortly afterwards everyone deserted him, giving her cause to laugh as she turned towards the barman.

 

"I'll have a Corellian Sunrise straight up"

 

As the layered yellow and orange drink was handed over to her, Astraal took the glass, turning to scan the room for a place to relax a while. The spice addicts seemed to be enjoying the supply she had brought in as well she noticed as she slipped into a booth, placing her legs up on the bench seat and leaning against the wall of the booth, crossing her booted legs. She took a sip of her drink, wondering what mission she'd be on next or if there'd be any other troubles around the palace...

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