The Hutt's Palace

[Sakuda Iron demon]

Tatooine has always been known for its scorching binary suns, which left its surface barren, and weathered the skin to a cracked and leathery state. The twin suns were unforgiving, and exposure to their rays was a very real threat to survival. Even so, the inhabitants of Tatooine would never foresee how the suns would become their ultimate destroyer.

 

Ancient technologies were awakened and unimaginable energies poured forth through space as the very core of one of Tatooine's suns was ripped out of it. The catastrophic event began the process of a supernova that ripped across the entire system, annihilating the planet of Tatooine wholesale.

[K. Hutt Corp.]

OOC Edit: damn guess I got 1 upped before I could post...damn you chad

 

IC:

Koplak smiled in self satisfaction.

 

"I think we are done here as far as putting forth a basic agreement that there must be cooperation. That was the goal of this meeting. The specifics can be communicated through hologram. I only requested this meeting in person as a show of confidence in our ability to have a tenitive plan." Koplak slurped another eel from the bowl.

 

"Again, I think we can do the rest of the communication from here on out via hologram without too many problems as suggested by Admiral Oderin. Id prefer not to have this planet a target for longer than neccessary. As long as our units can coordinate together the need for mixing fleets is really too much, it was more of an idealistic suggestion." He sighed waiting for his interpreter droid to catch up. They just didnt make them like they used to.

 

"The need for a one ruler is absolutely out no one is that nuetral and even if there was a faction still has to look out for its best interests. Coordinating our units should be enough. In either case thank you all for your time."

 

Koplak turned to a chart being handed to him on his current production.

 

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Planetary Shield Alpha construction: complete

 

Planetary Shield Bravo construction: complete

 

Planetary mine field Alpha construction: In Progress

 

Planetary mine field Bravo construction: In Progress

 

Planetary mine field Charlie construction:

 

In Progress

 

 

Planetary mine field Delta construction:

complete

 

Golem defense platform 9 construction: complete

 

Golem defense platform 10 construction: complete

 

LNR Series 1 Alpha: complete

 

LNR Series 2 Alpha: complete

 

 

Ship Production: Complete

 

Warships total 100: complete

15 Corellian Corvettes

25 Escort Carriers with fighters

33 Nebulon B Frigates

25 Corellian Gunships

2 Interdictor SD

 

 

Capital Ship: complete

15 Bulwark Battle Cruisters

10 Mon Cal Cruisers

10 Imperial II SD

10 Victory II SD

5 Imperial SD

 

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The Hutt signed the payment signature and looked happily at the results. Giving new orders and different production assignmnets via the highly encrypted datapad he sighed contently and watched as the others left the room.

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Edited Edit response:

 

Just as Koplak finishes reading the statement a dark shadow begins to fall over tattooine...The planet begins to freeze over as the twin stars melt into eachother before superheating and exploding.

 

Koplak is rushed by his loyalist guards to a pod which attempts to transport him to his fleet. The pod barely makes it to the fleet before it jumps into hyperspace.

 

Their sensors readings giving them an advance alert.

Edited November 23, 2007 by Guest

[Onderin Starlisk]

Fear swept over Onderin's heart as one of Tatooine's suns went dark. "Move!" he yelled, mostly at Aryian and Cadio, then dashed for the Lambda shuttle in which he and the others had arrived. It would only take about eight minutes for the shockwave to reach the planet, if his estimate was correct, though it could be a little less since Tatooine was closer to its suns than most habitable worlds were.

 

((Cadio, you can post the ship leaving. I'm assuming Aryian can get out aboard his own ship.))

[Omega73]

Crosa stood in awe as one of the suns went black. This didn't look good at all.

 

Holy... Crap...

 

Just then Crosa heard the wisest quote that could be said at the time. Which was "Move". Crosa didn't need any encouraging, he sprinted towards his ship, suddenly wishing he hadn't landed so far away, then started his ship up. He could only hope he would get out of this one alive.

[Slicer]

There was no fear that crossed his heart, nor anger or any one particular emotion. Just a sense of awe at the death of a sun. Yet with the awe came a grim sense of determination, the first being survival.

 

His ship lifted from the hanger and blasted its with toward the Hutts palace. With one fluid movement he dropped from the rafters like a night owl stalking it's prey.

 

Calling on the force he pulled hard in one man's direction, catching ripper in one arm, and drawing on the force still, increased his speed toward the exit.

 

"Calculate hyperspace route, target, planet 912."

 

Seeing the door He tossed Ripper toward it, forcing the man to move on his own, as heviolently yanked the huge armored tortuga towards him. With but a wave of his hand, the door opened, through magic, the firce, or the sudden need to simply get out, he would never reveal.

 

The remaining sun of Tattooine still shone, though its light was eclipsed by that of a super nova. He doubted he had even five minutes left to escape the system. His Ship hovered above the ground waiting, its boarding ramp extended yet not touching the ground, as quickly as he could, he forced shoved both beings into his ship, before leaping into himself. For some reason some woman's voice was nagging at him about something, yet he paid it no mind as he made his way to his controls, even though his hsip was already lifting up into the atmosphere.

 

With a satisfying chink, the boarding ramp had closed, and he entered the vaccuum of space. Only then could he truly admire the sight of the death of a sun. He wasn't to sure how much of the radiation he would be able to take, but he had no intention of finding out. Almost as soon as they had cleared sufficent space, the ship shot into hyperspace on a prearranged destination.

[Ripper]

What the hell? Ripper gasped silently as the hot Tatooine sun suddenly blacked out. Holy shi...

 

Suddenly Ripper was grabbed by a force from above and shoved down the hallway. He was shoved past the togruta, and when he looked back to see who was forcing him out of the building, he saw it was his master.

Thank God as he ran towards the opening of the forttress. He saw Slicer's ship come down in front of the door, and lunged in as the Togruta was also forced into the ship.

 

He realized his ship was still over half a mile a way. Now he was pissed. He knew that there was little he could do about it, except... The Datapad. He had linked it wirelessly to the ship on the way over. Ripper quickly punched in the access codes to his ship's navigation system, and gave it hyperspace coordinates to orbit around the first planet he could think of. He would retrieve it later once the situation was stable. Instantly the WileDagger had lifted off and was well clear of the atmosphere, Immediately into hyperspace.

 

For now, Ripper simply let Slicer take them out of danger. He slumped against the wall of the ship, looking back towards the supernova in awe. They were into hyperspace before he could truely take in all its power.

"Where to now?"

[Cadio Sikaot]

Cadio reacted instantly, bursting for the door. The Admiral and Cadio arrived at the ship and had it powered up in record time. When they got the all green the ship lifted off and burst into the atmosphere. A minute later they were in space. A wave of fire could be seen rolling towards the desert planet. Cadio input the coordinates for the jump to Gala and pulled the lever. The stars streched into lines and the ship lurched forwards, carrying them away from the destruction that was sure to follow.

 

((I guessed you wanted to head back to Gala, but I wasn't really sure...))

 

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((Mod approved post for Faick Ond. I didn't want to alias stack...))

 

Faick realized that for once the Rebel Admiral had the right idea. He bolted towards where he had landed the shuttle. He found it exactly as he had left it. He rushed up the ramp and powered up the shuttle as quickly as his hands would let him. He lifted off and broke into space. He could see the sun going nova and it only encouraged him to move faster. He juiced as much power out of the shuttle as he could. He pulled up the pre-layed jump and pulled the lever, sending him bursting into hyperspace.

[Ary the Grey]

((That I can.))

 

You're kidding me.

 

Aryian felt it about the same time as the others, unsure at first what it was, a far away feeling of impending doom. It was strong, but he knew it wasn't near them. But...it would be coming soon. Very soon.

 

The Force exploded around him as his lithe form shot into action, racing at impossible speeds and grace that no man should have been able to reach without divine help...The Blur as well reacted before his command was sent, its sensors, already hacked into the long range planetary satellite sensors for extra security, knew what was happening far before Aryian did. But it objected to what he was about to do...the chances of success were slim, and if he failed, there would be no time for a second chance.

 

His ship, still in hight orbit though angled down on an intercept, kicked in the afterthrusters, the speeds at which it was now diving straight at the planet would kill most beings piloting it, simply due to the g's it was producing. The Jedi himself was only a blur as he rocketed through the building, knowing in mere seconds he would be safely outside, with a little more distance to cover to reach his ship's target zone in the shortest time possible... Foot after foot touched down as he ran, finally graced by the last remaining sunlight the system would ever recieve.

 

In afterthought, Aryian would realize this was something completely stupid he had done, reverting back to his younger, more adventurous years. There were probably two or three other ways he could have gotten out of the predicament. But...Aryian's first reaction was often the easiest, flashiest, and often one that worked more out of sheer luck than being a good course of action.

 

As he reached a point a few hundred years out, he easily spotted the speck in the sky that was his ship, and he stopped, recoiling his legs before the Force once again erupted beneath him, cataputling him with velocity unmatched into the sky. At the same time he summoned a Force barrier around himself, a cushioning shield for what was going to happen. His ship neared him, turning sideways with the hatch open, ducking down in a very sharp turn upwards to neatly scoop the Jedi Master's body out of midair. However, the impact Aryian suffered was incredible, slamming against the cargo hold door with such force it easily shattered his shield, bouncing him once before he slammed against it a final time, coming to rest.

 

A single command was issued to the Computer's AI before Aryian blacked out, but obviously wasn't needed. The hatch closed, and as soon as the Blur pulled far enough away from the gravity shadow of the planet to jump to hyperspace, it did so, choosing a planet and setting course with near instant computation speed.

 

Stars stretched to starlines around the little craft, the hyperdrive catapulting it amongst the stars. But it was not headed towards Gala...It was headed to a very different planet. One Aryian needed to visit once more. There was something else he needed to attend to as well...but that would really only matter once he was awake again.

[Omega73]

Crosa had managed to get in space with minimal damage. This was crazy... He had never witnessed anything like he had just a moment ago. Crosa now took this invasion more serously. He quickly prepared his coordinates and made the jump into hyperspace just moments after the others did the same.

 

This was going to be a long war.

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

A sickening yet boisterous laugh echoed off of the hallowed and empty halls of the once great Whyl's palace. The palace now altered to the vision of it's former resident Korpak the Hutt...

 

A sliding sound is heard accompanying this sickening laugh and a dark figure with brimming blue eyes could be seen slowly making his way to the dais of the previous lord. All the while he was staring at his rather small assortment of ((NPC)) guards and such scattered amongst the debris on the floor.

 

Dordjooba slowly opened his cavernous mouth and filled the throne room with his booming low voice that uttered only in the Hutt's native tongue; he knew Basic but chose not to speak it right now by his own will. The sounds echoed off the walls shaking loose some dust and making a few cobwebs rustle, but in the end the whole room was silent. In a few moments the rabble was translated by a nearby silver protocol droid that was shining as if new...

 

In a rather formal, but mechanical drawl the Droid said "The lord Dordjooba wishes you few to clean up this place and get it in tip top shape once again," The droid's voice breaks only to be followed by more loud Hutt speech, "He also says that the guards should begin patrols immediately, all the security systems should be powered back on, and work should be done to construct a statue right outside the door to the palace."

 

A few moments of pause elapsed as those tasked with sculpting awaited what the sculpture would be of. Then after a few minutes Dordjooba's massive voice echoed and the Droid prattled on, "The statue will be of Whyl the Hutt, the former owner of this establishment; it will be in honor of his previous glory."

 

After the workers, guards and cleaners spread quickly through the complex to perform the duties assigned to them, Dordjooba settled himself on the dias and waited; his large mass heaving underneath him. he ignored the workers as they covered the sarlaac pit with a sliding stone Sheet and fed electrical wires through the walls; as the workers cleaned the floors, walls, and any other thing they could find dusty; as they refurnished the elaborate bedroom hidden behind the throne room. Dordjooba just sat there and stared in the general direction of the front door...

[Sasori]

A Skipray Blastboat, the fighter of choice for those who did not have the resources to hijack or purchase a military spacecraft, came through the atmosphere above the out of the way planet of Tatooine. The ship made its descent slow, making sure it was beaming its codes so that any locals knew that a person was landing here, and was not there to assault the Palace of Dordjooba the Hutt. The dark brown ship finally was given permission to land at a designated landing pad, to which the pilot inside set the ship to autopilot. The pilot wished to have time to view the sandy landscape that dominated his cockpit's field of vision. The man squinted, trying to make out anything besides the tan and red sands that seemed in constant chaos. The man looked about, and stood up at last.

 

He was not a dominating figure. He was tall and lean, his skin was scarred from various battles over the years, and a great tear could be seen across his face that seemed ineptly stitched. His steel eyes looked about once more as he ran his hands over his attire. His robes were artfully rugged, the forest green robes were faded and torn in places. Part of his light armor which laid underneath his robes showed through the holes, but the man did not mind. He made sure his jackboots were on securely and he walked to the bay of the ship, which opened to allow him to walk to the palace itself.

 

From the outside the palace was not luxurious, it seemed to be made of crude stone made from the rock found on this desolate wasteland. Some spires made it look a bit more regal, but even then it was nothing special. The man seriously doubted this was this supposed all powerful Hutt that was meant to be ruling this portion of the galaxy. The man stepped a foot toward the door out of the harm of the sandstorm that was beginning to brew, and knocked on the durasteel door before him.

 

A lowly guard answered the door, and looked to the man skeptically. The man wasted little time and made his words clear.

 

"My name is Sasori Soren, I wish to speak with your master, Dordjooba."

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

The guard was almost shuddering at the appearance of someone new, but opened the door nonetheless due to Dordjooba's orders.

 

Pig-like features greeted Sasori with nothing but foul grunts and grimaces. The sweaty guard, due too the work by which he was charged, shook his head soundly as he closed the giant doors behind the newcomer and hobbled off expecting the human to follow. The guard didn't so much as utter anything coherent to Sasori as he lead him through the intricate passageways toward what seemed to be more passageways being cleaned by countless servants. However, as the pig guard approached what seemed to be a rather moderately sized door, he stood to the side, entered in a few codes into a side panel, and with a flourish opened his arms wide welcoming the newcomer to the throne room...

 

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The massive figure that was Dordjooba slithered slightly upon the comfortable dais overlooking the throne room; his eyes sifting back and forth, noticing the slight change in motion which ushered a newcomer into his valued company. Shadows blanketed Dordjooba's person, effectively cloaking everything but his eyes from those who would gaze upon him, scarring a few of his minions away into doing the jobs he had assigned them to do not too long ago.

 

The large slug's blue eyes rested upon Sasori's and a smile immediately broke out across Dordjooba's face exposing his sickeningly white teeth to his captive audience.

 

Dordjooba's voice broke the silence of the room with a large booming basic. He felt he had no need of his translator right now, but that was his prerogative, "What business have you here Human?"

 

Dordjooba's expression curling into one of expectation and questioning.

[Sasori]

Once inside, Sasori noticed that the palace's appearance from the outside, seemed to match this dungeon-like area. all the passageways seemed to be made of the same kind of sandstone, looking almost brittle enough to kick through. Yet Sasori made only judgments in his mind, and did not speak them aloud, for regardless of his opinion on beauty and elegance, a Hutt could order him killed and have it done within that same few weeks unless he joined the Alliance. The Gammorrean moved slowly, its fat sweaty figure barely coping with pacing it seemed. Next to Sasori's nimble body, he seemed out of place in his current company.

 

After what seemed an eternity of putrid Gammorrean scent, they reached a door to which the armed guard opened for him and Sasori stepped through into a room that was finally befit of royalty. The throne room was magnificent filled with guests, entertainers, and at the centerpiece, Dordjooba himself. Though he himself was not nearly as beautiful as the room which occupied him, a fair balance it would seem for nature itself. Sasoir paced until he was directly in front of the Hutt, before he could exchange pleasantries the Hutt began to bellow for all to hear.

 

"What business have you here Human?" the Hutt said in full-basic, a rarity for his kind whose native tongue dominated this edge of the galaxy.

 

Sasori bowed to the Hutt, irregardless and than spoke, but here he spoke in the Hutt's native tongue of Huttese as to show respect for his power, instead of him having to cater to Sasori.

 

"I have come here for employ great Dordjooba. Word reaches across the galaxy of your desires, and I wish to join your new empire, and help re establish the name of the Hutts in the galaxy."

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

Dordjooba was shocked yet pleasantly surprised that the human graced him with the utterance of his own tongue. The Hutt's face slowly moved into a pleasant almost welcoming smile.

 

In his Huttese Dordjooba replied in the same low tone, but not quite as loud this time, "Very well, by what may we call you here that I may better know who you are?" said Dordjooba as he slithered off of the dias.

 

The large slug's body made his way around the fairly empty, but still somewhat populated throne room rather quickly and soon Dordjooba;s full girth of 12' and 4000 lbs was in front of the newcomer...

 

Dordjooba sighed, and in Huttese continued despite Sasori's absence of answer, "I am sorry for the lack of decoration and polish, but as I am trying to bring this place back up from the ground I need to start from the ground and the rest hasn't yet been finished." Dordjooba's smile faded, but only into a fairly indifferent gaze into Sasori's eyes, "and ignore the dais. It's going to be re-sized for me any day now, like these walls and floors the servants are rather slow about things..."

 

Dordjooba contented himself with loitering about in front of Sasori staring him in the eyes and waited for his answers anxiously.

[Sasori]

Sasori listened to the Hutt's explanation for his lack of decor and grandeur. It did not bother the man that it was not done, but it was just not expected for his own stereotypical thoughts of Hutts. Also, Dordjooba seemed to be more relaxed and friendly than most Hutts. Dordjooba asked Sasori for his name, and Sasori looked to Dordjooba and replied quickly.

 

"My name is Sasori Soren, born from Abregado-Rae."

 

Soon after this Dordjooba slithered to Sasori which was an unusual activity also based on Sasori's stereotypes. He was growing rather fond of this Hutt, rather than living in fear as expected. Dordjooba was geniune, explaining how his Palace was new and still under construction, thus, all would be more fantastic in the end.

 

"Well, you could always find new ways to motivate them," said Sasori, smiling as he repeated a phrase known galaxy wide.

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

"Yes I suppose I could," an evil grin spreading across Dordjooba's face, but his manner quickly turned elsewhere. "So, what can you do and we will start from there..."

 

Dordjooba gave Sasori a quick once over noticing at least the aesthetics of this somewhat eccentric warrior, but he wasn't much to talk. The man looked shady enough to be assassin worthy, but... He wasn't so sure. It was all too soon and Dordjooba really wanted to start amassing a larger force so he could ally himself with the Hutts former allies and be an efficient body of criminal activity once again.

 

Dordjooba noted two gammoreans lazing about and with an immense crack of his mammoth tail, he sent them into a frantic and panicked spin back to their posts.

[Sasori]

"I am skilled in the arts of melee combat, using skill to defeat my enemies rather than overt strength or relying on the force as a crutch like the foolish Jedi and Sith. I think the only way for me to truly show you I am worthy for your command, is to show you. If I may be so bold, could you send me on a mission, as a test, so that I can provide you sufficient knowledge of my expertise."

 

Sasori did not waste time, this position with the Hutt was his only option left. The Black Sun were too corrupt, and he did not fancy going to war for the foolish Alliance, or the foolhardy Empire. He knew he had latent force ability, but neither the Jedi or Sith showed him true balance. This was his place, whether as a foot soldier, or as an Assassin. It was what he wanted.

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

((I will send you to somewhere else on tatooine not too far away for I haven't really made contact with anyone else and I will play the villains))

 

True excitement and ambition. It reeked as a pleasant scent from the new recruit and his words were as music to Dordjooba's ears. "Very well," the Hutt said a shine in his eyes that hadn't been there at all since he had moved here, "your task is to take down a Tuskan warlord that has been a might annoying as of late," the Slug slithered from his place in front of Sasori around the large stone carved sliding door at the center of the floor over to the wall. "His name is Teschnok and he is said to travel with a retinue of about 20 other Tuskans; he has been scrapping our efforts at constructing a statue slightly outside our palace limits to honor the once great owner of this place so I need someone to take him and his retinue out so we can continue construction without wasting resources..."

 

His tone seemed unchanging but glad, "should you succeed, your reward will be employment and a few hundred credits as just an initial pay. That is both for the sake of saving money for repairs and because employment is a great part of the deal in and of itself" The Hutt clasped his large hands together vigorously and his eyes creased with Joy, " you can find the nuisance loitering slightly north of here in a rather elaborate camp containing not only his 20 retinue, but also women and children. If you so wish to kill the women and children it will not be against my will and you may do so, but I will pay you 5 thousand credits plus employment if you can kill each and every retinue member plus warlord without alerting any of the handfull of women or children."

 

Having said his piece, Dordjooba smiled intently and slithered off in no given direction wandering his hopefully soon to be grand palace...

[Sasori]

Sasori knew only what he had read on Tuskens, but he could assassinate them with ease. They were Bantha Herders who were territorially possessive. They would have routine journeys to their borders and destroy anything they did not allow. The wannabe assassin bowed to Dordjooba again, thanking him for his graciousness, and left the building as soon as he could, and began his trek to the north.

 

((Continued in Tatooine thread))

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

Dordjooba continued to slither the grounds, inspecting his many charges and how they were doing with their tasks. The slug's head veered from side to side as he slithered; his breath hot from the lack of a cooling system and body sweaty for the same reason...

 

He knew he should be in the throne room, but he wanted to check up on the surroundings and outlying activities before returning to the now his, majestic room of the Hutt lords...

 

The grandiose room was still all but complete and was somewhat populated with mingling servants of Dordjooba's entourage...

[Count_Orsino]

Vict sped up to the doors of the massive palace. He knew the current Hutt in charge was Dordjooba. He made sure he had credits and more importantly, his lightsaber. Though he was now a Sith Lord, he was sure he couldn't just get a criminal mastermind to do what he wanted simply by use of the Force. Not yet anyway.

 

He thought for a bit as to how he would approach this matter. If he failed this mission, he was as sure as dead. He hoped that it would be by the hands of Dordjooba, and not the person who had sent him said mission.

 

He knocked on the door which was answered by a guard. Vict said simply, "I wish to gain an audience with your master, Dordjooba."

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

A Gammorrean had answered the door to a fairly odd visitor. Since there were no other orders given to the guards about suspicious people and they had no means by screening who would come in and who wouldn't they had supposed anyone asking for the master by name would actually want to speak with him. They were in the process of installing some devices on the outer walls of the doorways but it would take a few more days...

 

The Gammorrean grunted soundly and made to open the large metal doors; there was a lever perched to the side for such things, but he only let the doors open a smidgen; he only opened them enough for the visitor to have the ability to pass and then he closed the doors behind him.

 

There were numerous more grunts as the Gamorrean waddled off hopefully with the visitor in toe...

[Count_Orsino]

As the door opened, Vict prepared mentally for the worst. Then as the large pig-like guard began to walk away, Vict took it to mean that he was to follow, which he did. One could tell the palace was under new ownership. Slaves worked on taking down old decorations and putting up new ones. He knew he would need to start doing so soon. People were beginning to say he was like his father. That was not what he wanted them to associate him with.

 

Vict still followed the Gamorrean.

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

The Gamorrean approached the throne room, panting as this was only one of the many things he was assigned to today. Dordjooba was working them hard, but everyone understood whether by fear or of their own twisted reasons...

 

The pig-like being leaned over, emitting a few nasty oozing smells from his sweaty body, and pushed a series of numbered buttons on a control panel. His large fingers working as quick as they could to get the door open. The Gamorrean knew he would be smacked with a forceful tail if there was a guest int he palace and he wasn't brought straight to the master.

 

As the Gamorrean finished, he grunted something indistinguishable, but the door slid open swiftly with a light sliding noise.

 

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Dordjooba was pacing or sliding across the throne room in no given direction waiting for his charge Sasori to return with hopefully a successful bounty. When he heard the sound of the door open his eyes filled with joy, but when his large head turned and he saw that it wasn't Sasori he became rather disappointed. The large slug made his way to greet the guest, but had the sudden yet subtle feeling of otherworldliness about him as he moved in the direction of the newcomer. He wondered if the man was sensitive in the force, but that was not something you asked in polite conversation...

 

The bulk of Dordjooba's girth met Orsino face to face, because behind them they were busy enlarging the dais by which he usually sat on...

 

"Why have you ventured to the palace in the sands traveler? Seek you a favor from the lord Dordjooba?" His voice booming in a sound basic tongue that bounced off the walls. He defaulted to basic because despite the nobility of his Huttese language, he chose to only give it to anyone who had not earned his respect, in fact only those who knew his language or those he bade farewell to as they fell into the sarlaac pit would hear him speak it.

 

That was what the translation droid was for... Why should he have to explain himself to those he scorned?

[Count_Orsino]

As Vict entered the throneroom, he met face to face with a huge slug like creature. That was most definitely Dordjooba. He quickly bowed, and when he was asked if he needed a favor he began, "In a sense."

 

He continued by saying, "Mighty Lord Dordjooba, my name is Vict Orsino, also known as Sith Lord Darth Agony. The Order of the Sith wish to help you in exchange for material goods. In fact, we would be honored if you would help us help you." The entire time he was speaking, Vict felt out with the Force making sure that no one was about to attack him. If he offended the Hutt, he wouldn't be caught by surprise.

 

"In exchange for weapons, slaves, drugs, and access to your assassins, the Sith will protect your interests. Even if I have to do so myself. Also, I know I could not ask this of you without putting some amount of credits into your pocket. I have acquired my late father's businesses recently, and I would be willing to write you in for a percent of the profits. Also, if you do this for the Order, you will be in my good graces which would be VERY good for your wallet. Also if you accept, your enemies would become my enemies. I don't let my enemies live. If they do live, I make sure they don't live comfortably. So what do you think, oh mighty one?"

 

Vict hoped that he hadn't stepped over his authority. Still, he knew that if Dordjooba's interests had become the same as the Order's they would protect them.

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

Dordjooba welcomed the bow with a smile, but still and apprehensive stare. Then as the man continued Dordjooba's emotions changed dramatically...

 

A sith lord; once these words had reached Dordjooba's consciousness he was slightly on edge. He didn't have any real assassins or anything to help him right now for he was still building up. Dordjooba's expression changed from apprehensive to pleasant yet uncomfortable. His skin began to feel odd and something in the pit of his stomach ached. What fear he failed to mask with his expression, he hid inside of himself...

 

He was rather glad of his immunity to force user mind games, but that did nothing ease his mind when in relation to weapons. The proposition described by this Sith Lord wasn't entirely unreasonable though. As the Sith went on with his deal Dordjooba loosened up little by little and by the end all seemed well...

 

Dordjooba sighed slightly as a smile stretched across his face, "The deal sounds reasonable enough to me and I think it would be an ok idea if we allied together for trade purposes such as this; a few things I wish to ask of you though are to leave me to my lead staff ((the initial five people I hire)), if you don't mind that I may need some time to get more of what you need because I may have a bunch of drugs cached in the back rooms and a slaving operation set by the Hutts before me, but the only weapons I currently have are those on the walls and I have but one potential assassin and he is part of the lead staff that I wish to keep beside me..." Dordjooba laughed heartily, "but all in all it sounds like a fairly good trade and money is always a good thing especially with the palace in such disrepair. However..." Dordjooba came in close to Vict while not trying to get too close, "I wish of you not to spread this around publicly, I would work much better if the alliance was on the down low..."

 

With that being what it was, Dordjooba moved back from Vict and slithered only a slight distance away taking great care to avoid the large circular stone carved sheet on the floor.

[Count_Orsino]

Vict smiled. He had felt Dordjooba's fear, but was glad that he loosened up as he had explained his deal. As for the problems presented by Dordjooba, Vict hoped that the money he had offered would be able to fix that. He would be sure to transfer around 5% of his profits off to the Hutt. That should be enough to keep almost anyone happy.

 

Then he said,"I'll transfer 5% of my company's profits to you. Also, I would feel better about our alliance remaining a quiet one as well. The only others I will address about this matter will be the Order. As for weaponry and assassins, the money I send you should take care of that. Is there anything else that I may have overlooked?"

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

The Hutt smiled widely and pat Vict on the back as he came over to congratulate them on the deal they made, "No, that seems to be a right good ol' deal and I will try to get what I can get of slaves and drugs to you in the meantime." Dordjooba chortled lightly with the pleasant expression lingering on his face.

 

"Thank you for stopping by and I will hope not to be hearing of this alliance from anyone but your order. If word get's out I will contact you with the utmost displeasure and I think that will be a contract breaker for me." Dordjooba clapped his hands and out popped a female twi'lekk entertainer with a Datapad in her hand. "alright Xor Joona, hand me the Datapad and go back to your dancing..." The entertainer didn't look very please but handed the Datapad back to Dordjooba all the same, then she went back to her pedestal in the center of the throne room and danced. Dordjooba scrawled vary roughly on the electronic contract what appeared to be his name in Huttese. He then handed the contract to Vict. "I had someone draw it up while we were talking because I always feel agreements are better in writing"...

[Count_Orsino]

Vict read through and was adequately pleased. He signed the contract. With that, he bowed again and left. The negotiations were easier than expected. He took the swoop bike back to the docking bay and arrived to see his ship cleaned.

 

The Agony was ready to go. He quickly typed in a heavily coded message to the messenger. Afterwards, he left Tatooine's atmosphere and attached to his hyperspace ring. He drifted out of the planet's orbit and set course for Coruscant.

[Clash]

The Dark Wind came into sight, high above Dordjooba the Hutt's palace. Clash steered the ship down slowly until he could make out faces on people. Then he docked on a landing port. He got out of his ship, approached the palace, and he knocked on the palace door. Clash had anticipated this moment since he had entered Hyperspace, he would soon meet a soon-to-be Power house in future Galactic standings.