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  1. Nem'ro the Hutt

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    His rise had been meteoric. Nem'ro the Hutt had long been on the scene in the Hutt Cartel. A being of almost one hundred and sixty years of age, he was certainly not a newcomer. But his first stab at raising a criminal empire had been fairly recent in comparison. Already, he controlled spice mines, the slave trade, and prostitution on Ryloth. But that simply was not enough. No. He could not settle for being lesser than another. Certainly not one like the head of his clan: Colimma the Hutt.

    And, so, it was time to rise up again. Nem'ro had heard that Colimma had partially snubbed a rather famous Exile over the outcome of the Great Hunt: agreeing to remove part of the bounty on lightsabers and not the other. While Nem'ro doubted that truly pissed the Exiles off to any real extent, he knew the disrespect Colimma had shown them would strike a chord. And he was hoping to turn that single chord into a chorus that would carry him to the head of the head of the Besadii clan and beyond the Hutt Council of Families.

    Assembled before him were his own mercenaries — those tried and true scum that had helped him secure this palace and a sizable criminal empire, as well as some new faces. But they were not all. He also managed to send out a comm transmission to the Exiles and get the attention of one Siris: a powerful Dark Jedi Master—some even said as powerful as a warlord. And Siris had been encouraged to bring along any Exile who wanted to curry favor with the Hutts. After all, to have connections with one of the lordas was to invite success and fortune.

    When all had assembled, Nem'ro took stock of the crowd and began to bellow in Huttese. His dutiful protocol translator made the job easier for his audience by translating his speech into simple Basic:

    "Greetings, guests of his mighty Nem'ro! The master welcomes you all here today and thanks you for answering his summons." The droid cocked its head robotically. "As you are all aware, his Great Obesity has set his sights on the lordship of his family: the Besadii clan. He is aware of the great rudeness and disdain with which its current head, Colimma, has treated our newfound allies and he hopes that you will join him in silencing the clan head so that he may absorb Colimma's assets into his own."

    "Afterwards," the droid continued, "your host will return to Ryloth to claim for his throneworld. This will require hitting critical points until the planet's government surrenders or is beaten into submission." It cocked its head again, but, this time, in the opposite direction. Nem'ro continued to belt orders in Huttese, so the droid dutifully translated for him. "The master does not expect that you will agree to these terms for free, of course. He will pay his men and mercenaries for their services. As for the Jedi Exiles: His Great Obesity would be willing to negotiate acceptable business agreements with all who assist him in this endeavor—both individually and collectively." There was a brief pause, then: "Do we have your loyalty and support?" @Dread @Nefieslab @Nor'baal @Orbit @Deviant @TheBrokenMadMan @BlackJack @Fyremage
     
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  2. Abigail Nimbus

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    Abigail's time on Ryloth had not been going well, to say the least. To summarize, she had come here to join up with Nem'ro, and she got a job she didn't actually complete, someone else completed it for her and the target surrendered without a fight (boring motherkriffer). Then, she tried to find a crew and turned up bust, only managing to dredge up one crew member for the whole sordid affair, and that was only because he was trying to hijack her damn ship! The only real good things she could think of that had happened were Anglick and Kano, those two had managed to put a smile on her face in some way at least, and her new playmate Eisa had helped distract her from the crushing reality of life's meaningless reality. All in all, Abigail had done a fair amount of stuff, but ultimately she had accomplished very little.

    Now she had a chance to change that, or die trying. Nem'ro had called a summons to his palace, a place she had frequented lately in search of a job. Everyone who was anyone was here, and they all came to hear the Great Obesity say his piece, but at this point in time, Abi didn't much care for the story, she just needed to kill something, to vent, so she simply hung out near the back of the crowd, silently internalizing all his protocol droid belched out as her mind started to go over options. If they were taking over the Besadii, then there was a chance for advancement, but it wouldn't be easy, more than likely she'd end up dead...ah well, life wasn't really worth living anyway.
    "Always happy to lend a hand," She said, smiling transparently at the Hutt.
     
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  3. Faison Kelborn

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    If someone were to randomly approach Faison and tell him that he was going to, not once, but twice be a part of a Hutt's rise to power within the Hutt Cartel, he would have shot that random individual in the face and taken whatever drugs were on their person to sell for a profit. Yet, here the Mandalorian was. He had, true to his goal when he received the opportunity to work for the Hutt, proven to be a capable asset to Nem'ro. This very palace was now Nem'ro's in large part thanks to him (while the other guy 'Rodgerick' nearly got shot to hell for thinking with his legs rather than his brain, yet he bafflingly became the Hutt's second in command), and a host of other missions boosting Nem'ro's influence both privately and publically were completed with Faison's skills at play. Faison craved no position of power or prominance, really. In fact, Nem'ro had rewarded him with all he desired at this present time - cold, hard, credits, and the respect and admiration that comes with the territory. Faison was making a name for himself, and it was all because of the Hutt sitting before him. That meant something to him, and whether the Hutt realized it or not - the respect and notoriety he rewarded Faison with (along with the timely payment of credits) had won Nem'ro the Mandalorian's loyalty, which was no easy thing to acquire.

    Naturally, when Nem'ro requested his services again for another seizure of power, how could he refuse? When the question was raised as to who would support him, Faison Kelborn stood off from the wall he was leaning against and nodded to the Hutt, saying in a decisive tone:
    "Consider it done." He never was one for words, at least when it came to Nem'ro. One thing he had come to learn in this line of work was the least amount said, the smaller the opportunity to say the wrong thing.
     
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  4. Parvis

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    This was a lovely little get together now wasn't it? So many of the great and the good when it came to the Cartel, so many of them here and so many of them would probably have shot at each other had there been nothing to pull them together, to bind them to rules and conventions.

    Something, or someone, like Nem'ro the Hutt.

    The Hutt was an ambitious sort but when you were dealing with a Hutt that was like trying to tell someone that water was wet - you could say it but it didn't mean it was anything but obvious already.

    But hey - he was here and Nem'ro needed him for something.

    "I stand for you, Nem'ro." he assured the Hutt loudly, so that all could hear his declaration, "As a friend and as a business partner - I stand with you and will engage in whatever practice you deem fit for myself to see your rise continue."



    @Orbit @Deviant @TheBrokenMadMan @BlackJack @Dread @Nor'baal @Fyremage
     
  5. Völva Thorite

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    Völva hadn't slept well. She never did. In fact what she considered sleep was due to the small stun blaster she had at her waist. Voices got restless at night, loud, mocking her every attempt to find some small peace in a dream. She had a dream once, she was just cooking some kind of meat, stirring it gently with a wooden spoon. It was such a small memory of something that never was but it was one of her most cherished thoughts. It was a sanctuary thought, one of only a few she had. Völva could think she was pretty and the voices would laugh with dripping mirth, pretty ugly even for a norn the scratchy voice would say from far away would mutter while the feminine voice that came breathy so closely into her ear would whisper, fat fat no friends fat.

    Speaking of fat, Völva found herself before a Hutt. The Exile apprentice found herself before many lately, powerful warriors of The Force, that great strength which could crack the ice and bring lightning from flesh, and perhaps even stop the voices. Fat chance fatty. She shook her head to no avail, nothing the body could do that the mind couldn't undo or make worse. Locked away in her armor a helmet covering her head none would know she was even here, which was how the Deucalian preferred it of course.

    As people she didn't know spoke all around her to the large green creature being fanned by tired looking slave boys she saw their looks of dread and wondered if they heard voices too. Völva didn't know why she wished voices on so many. Maybe she hoped they knew a way to make them stop or at least quieter. Perhaps she just wanted to know she had someone who was going through what she did. A Friend. A friend? Hear that, she wants a friend. That's so pathetic I could cry, but I think I'll laugh instead.

    She hated that voice the most, she didn't know what a clown was, but had she she might have identified the cantor as exactly that of a make up wearing hack with a spray bottle. He made crude jokes at all hours and every one of them was at the Thorite's expense and none of them were funny. Only funny joke here is you dear.

    Biting her lip until it drew blood luckily masked by her helm the tortured woman hearing the others give their little speeches about loyalty merely raised her fist. Maybe breaking a few people with this newfound power might give the voices something to think about rather than talk about.

    Snowballs chance in hell, ugly.
     
  6. Vex

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    Ruelle didn't know anyone here besides Siris, not that it really mattered to her. He had brought her here, he wanted this done and she didn't need to know any these people to do it. Though it was a little different than she was use to. Having worked mostly in the shadows most of her life, but she'd adjust.

    Now that she had direction in her life again, she also had a steady flow of credits which was nice, but they were not her driving factor. All she needed was enough credits to live and keep doing her job—her life. What she really wanted from this job was to prove to Siris that she could handle herself; so maybe this time he wouldn't fling her into a wall.

    With her gray hood pulled up and the shadow of it obfuscating her faces features, she leaned against a wall with her arms crossed and waited. Listening quietly to the hutt's droid talk, waiting till the pep talk or whatever it was was over so they could get started. Though she did find herself cracking a little smile at the great obesity line, she was ready to get going.
     
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  7. Spectre

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    Well, this is it, since the last time Spectre has seen Nem'ro the Hutt (which was pretty recently) he has gained even more powerful. It's astounding, and it's to the surprise of literally no one that the Great Hutt's ascent to power leaves him wanting more (it's only natural for the Hutts of course) and to that end he has his sights set on Comilla the Hutt. Spectre remembers seeing Comilla when he accompanied Siris in an attempt to re-negotiate the lightsaber bounty. They didn't excatly what they went in for but they got terms that Siris was in agreement with and that's to the extent Spectre cares. The dapper Slicer doesn't mind Nem'ro taking out Comilla for several reasons, one of which is they are allies and Nem'ro agreed to support Spectre in his ambitions as well. The dapper Hutt Cartel Vigo heard the translator droid speak. He was wearing a normal black suit and he was standing not far away from Parvis, a frequent employee of his and another indivual who recently gained the rank of Vigo, no surprise him being here.

    The choices were laid out and they were pretty clear, Spectre has little desire to be in a battlefield on Ryloth, but he wouldn't mind accompanying Nem'ro when he pays a visit to the Besadii clan leader. The slicer has been to the palace before, he has seen the inside of the Lordas throne room and what the palace looks like on the inside, so he would of more use there than on the deserts of Ryloth. Nem'ro might not have had the same luxury of seeing whats inside. He knows that Comilla has a mysterious bird-like bodyguard of the mysterious Talortai species who will no doubt be a problem. Now that the air is clear, the well-dressed man would then speak up, he would have his arms folded behind him in a true professional manner. His tone would be straight to the point and no-nonsense.

    "I'll be glad to accompany you to Comilla's palace personally." he would say as he would nod his head in confidence. Spectre has proven to be a trusted and extremely reliable operative in the field, he can't find any reason as to why Nem'ro would decline his offer. Not only is Nem'ro open to 'business agreements', but this could also be a chance to gain any valuable infomation that Comilla might have as well, that him and Nem'ro could share.

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  8. Darren Romulus Reed

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    Darren Reed was in his element - sat at the private gaming table he had somehow wangled out of the Palaces owner, the benevolent Nem'ro - glass in one hand, filled with something that appeared the have a tentacle in it, leaning back in his chair, and watching the cards coming in. Two of the Hutts (off-duty) Guards, a member of his kitchen staff, and what appeared to be a Rodian Vape Salesman sat about the table with him, bleeding chips as rapidly as the next man to play the professional gambler, and Darren - who was well into the fourteenth hand of Sabaac (his favorite game) was looking forward to raking in the pot.

    "You gotta go slow Neebo," the Gambler taunted one of the Hutts Guards-turned-gamblers as the repugnant alien threw his guards on the table and stood up, shouting something obscene in Gamorrean. With a look of mock affront, Darren threw his hands up in the air exclaiming "How rude Sir, my Mother is NOT a..." he rolled his eyes, and shrugged "Literally, not a clue what you're sayin' pal, what you're chatting, I don't speak." he chuckled, taking his winnings, and with his free hand, scooping up his stim from the ash tray and taking a drag as the room began to fill with some other members of Nem'ros outfit.

    Personally, Darren remained in his seat (after all, it was damn confortable). He was wearing - as usual - an outrageously fashionable outfit, Dewback Leather trousers, tassled down the sides, a white shirt and half cape, topped with Ewok Fur - the remaineder cast in deep passionate purple tones. He wore a wide belt, his HB-02 Blaster Pistol (a gentlemans weapon indeed) in a small holster underneath the belt, and out of sight. His left ear held an earring cut in the shape of his first intitial, whilst a chain about his neck carried what appeared to be a holographic set of cards at its zenith. If nothing else, Darren had style*.

    "Greetings, guests of his might Nem'ro...." the Hutts protocol droid began to chunter along, Darren listening to the rest of his speel and raising on of his eyebrows - for the Hutt was nothing if not ambitious. Waving away the dealer, who appeared more interested in the Sabaac game than the potentially life altering proposition being made to the room - Darren was enthralled at the scope of the Hutts ambition, and brought into it utterly.

    "I'm in." he shouted from his table, expressing his support for the plan and willingness to be a part of it, whilst also inadvertanltly going all in on a dud hand and losing just shy of three-thousand credits.

    Life giveth, and life taketh away it would seem.



    *the term style is wholly defined by Mr. Reed
     
  9. K'ed Lors

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    K'ed Lors was a man of few words, and from his shadowy side of the room he watched as the group came in, walking up in step with @Faison Kelborn as he spotted him enter, and offering the Mandalorian a curt nod by way of greeting. The Duros Bounty Hunter listened to what his paymaster had to say, nodding along as the Hutts droid spoke, translating on behalf of its master.

    K'ed had little doubt that such a venture held the promise of great reward for able combatants such as himself, and he always followed the money. As such, the Bounty Hunter agreed with the plan, and spoke up in fluent Huttese "Deena maska dubobo Lorda." tipping his hat slighty, K'ed otherwise remained silent.
     
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  10. The Eternal

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    Siris was contacted by Nem'ro, offering the Exile to slay Colimma and possibly form a sort of business arrangement between the two of them. He could care less about how his meeting went with the Colimma, it came to agreeable results and Siris was fine with that. He was really here to finally meet the great Nem'ro, even Siris hearing about the Hutt's rise to power through his own connections with the TT. If it reached his ears so quickly then Siris knew that Nem'ro was serious business and could be a valuable ally in the future. He also saw some familiar faces around as well, Spectre and Parvis, having worked with both and gotten successful results.

    Then there was Ruelle, the Exile he had met rather recently when they hunted some Jedi together to protect his assets. Even though was was still learning she had potential and Siris planned on using it for this upcoming battle against Colimma. Siris remained in the shadows as they spoke, himself leaning against the wall as Nem'ro spoke while Siris' eyes followed him and at the people below watching. Everybody would be able to sense the power and the darkness in the air, it was subtle but it was there and when Nem'ro finished speaking he finally revealed himself.

    A figure stepped out from the shadows as if he was created by them and they seemed to follow him like snakes, slithering behind him before returning back to their normal state. Siris leveled his silver gaze on Nem'ro, "I will lead the invasion on Ryloth. The city will fall by the end of the day." Siris paused for a moment, conviction and power in his words. He gave anybody the chance to object if they chose to before speaking again, "Afterwards Nem'ro, we have things to discuss."

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  11. Nem'ro the Hutt

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    Nem'ro took stock of those who had assembled before him. They were familiar face: Abigail, Faison, Parvis, Spectre, Darren, K'ed and some not-so familiar faces: the Exile Völva, Ruelle, and Siris, though he knew Siris by name. This group would win him Ryloth, he thought. This group would win him his seat.

    Only Siris made a statement that required his attention and response. He focused his feline-like gaze on Siris and spoke directly to him in lieu of his translator, "Geeb Myauah nei," he said, "an jeejee hatkocanh setpika pee bagn fa doth da uba an mee bengahena mazen gee dayan see, Dopyei."

    And, with that, the stage was set.


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