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It was a fine day on Nar Shaddaa, warm and bright with a certain kind of energy in the air. It had been a full week since his almighty Tusa Ujalli Hai had decreed the first annual Imperial Ball to be held on Emperor's Day- a formal celebration of the regime change and the prosperity that followed. An entire palace and accompanying had been appointed to the celebration, with the guest list numbering in the tens of thousands. Lavish dishes had been made in abundance, with the finest silks imported from Serenno, the strongest woods from Kashyyyk, and the cleanest stone from Naboo. Corellian import brandy filled the tall dispensers located in every room, roast zucca from Tatooine displayed proudly by the Imperial House'es finest chefs. All was prepared for the fantastic celebration that Tusa had arranged for his guests- the soon-to-be nobility, the notable soldiers, and the up-and-coming commanders. Loyalty breeds efficiency, his father had repeated to him in between lashings. It's important your cartel is happy. Quite the cartel. The slug chuckled to himself as he slid into the off-limits upper level of the palace- his temporary suite. Darksaber soldiers and Razorback commandos swarmed around him at full alert, the ever-present hum of his Security Team's sensors sweeping the palace for the fourth time. His aide came to his side.
[We have the final bill, almighty.] The Twi'lek eye candy gave Tusa the datapad, the figures clear within the tens of millions. Without batting an eye, the Imperial Seal and Signature was placed at the bottom, and the girl took the datapad away. [It is time to change into the royal garb, illustrious one. Your guests are due to arrive within the hour.] Tusa sighed.
[Yes, yes. Bring them in.] The slug slumped down in unhappiness as an entourage of dressers and tailors was brought in, carrying a custom-made robe and jewelry. Tusa always considered himself more of a warlord than a true Emperor, but his staff had repeatedly told him the importance of appearance. He must not dress as a vicious killer, but a refined leader- bold, wise, and powerful. Grudgingly, Tusa allowed his aides to attach the first layer- heavy armor designed to withstand even the constant force of a Jedi lightsaber. Shortly after, a long, thick robe was pulled on top, followed by a carefully designed set of bracelets and necklaces. Last but not least came the elegant head dress- concealment for an emergency shield generator. The aides left so Tusa could adjust himself in the mirror. Once he was certain they left, he wriggled his way over to the cabinet and took out his Rodian Blade Pistol, shoving it in his flowing garments.
"I don't think you'll need that, m'lord." The Hutt smiled, turning to view his Darksaber.
[Cedos, my boy. I'm glad you could make it. You seem better.] Sola raised his hand, flexing his fist and feeling the robotic augmentations.
"Yes. I'm looking forward to this last distraction before I get back on the galaxy."
[Me too... Me too.]
Little more than half an hour later, the crowd began coming. Security checks ensured guest compliance, and the celebration came immediately. Music filled the streets of Nar Shaddaa as Imperial speeders tossed handfuls of low-denomination credit chips to the hungry citizens, with the highly fortified palace grounds broadcasting on the Imperial HoloNet.
((OOC: This is a 'fun' thread where we can bring our characters to bullshit around a little bit. Everyone's awful upset over the recent battle threads, so we'll come here to hang out and try non-combat, fun RPs. Anyone Hutt aligned can come (Hutt, Taung, DSS, allies), but I'll set out some ground rules: No weapons are allowed, and your characters are thoroughly searched at the door. Ysalamiri are hidden in the walls, so no Force powers. Guards are given nonlethal weapons and are posted on an elevated floor. They will bring you down. The Emperor's personal fleet is right above the party with his vast security force swarming the area, don't be stupid (if you wan't me to, I'll go over just how many soldiers that would be). Hopefully, it's clear that this is not the place for fights, bombs, what have you. Tusa will be passing out royalty here, but the point is to get to know your fellow Hutt- have fun!
Edit: As another note, this is in continuity. However, this won't keep you from other RP's, consider this either after or before those threads.))
[We have the final bill, almighty.] The Twi'lek eye candy gave Tusa the datapad, the figures clear within the tens of millions. Without batting an eye, the Imperial Seal and Signature was placed at the bottom, and the girl took the datapad away. [It is time to change into the royal garb, illustrious one. Your guests are due to arrive within the hour.] Tusa sighed.
[Yes, yes. Bring them in.] The slug slumped down in unhappiness as an entourage of dressers and tailors was brought in, carrying a custom-made robe and jewelry. Tusa always considered himself more of a warlord than a true Emperor, but his staff had repeatedly told him the importance of appearance. He must not dress as a vicious killer, but a refined leader- bold, wise, and powerful. Grudgingly, Tusa allowed his aides to attach the first layer- heavy armor designed to withstand even the constant force of a Jedi lightsaber. Shortly after, a long, thick robe was pulled on top, followed by a carefully designed set of bracelets and necklaces. Last but not least came the elegant head dress- concealment for an emergency shield generator. The aides left so Tusa could adjust himself in the mirror. Once he was certain they left, he wriggled his way over to the cabinet and took out his Rodian Blade Pistol, shoving it in his flowing garments.
"I don't think you'll need that, m'lord." The Hutt smiled, turning to view his Darksaber.
[Cedos, my boy. I'm glad you could make it. You seem better.] Sola raised his hand, flexing his fist and feeling the robotic augmentations.
"Yes. I'm looking forward to this last distraction before I get back on the galaxy."
[Me too... Me too.]
Little more than half an hour later, the crowd began coming. Security checks ensured guest compliance, and the celebration came immediately. Music filled the streets of Nar Shaddaa as Imperial speeders tossed handfuls of low-denomination credit chips to the hungry citizens, with the highly fortified palace grounds broadcasting on the Imperial HoloNet.
((OOC: This is a 'fun' thread where we can bring our characters to bullshit around a little bit. Everyone's awful upset over the recent battle threads, so we'll come here to hang out and try non-combat, fun RPs. Anyone Hutt aligned can come (Hutt, Taung, DSS, allies), but I'll set out some ground rules: No weapons are allowed, and your characters are thoroughly searched at the door. Ysalamiri are hidden in the walls, so no Force powers. Guards are given nonlethal weapons and are posted on an elevated floor. They will bring you down. The Emperor's personal fleet is right above the party with his vast security force swarming the area, don't be stupid (if you wan't me to, I'll go over just how many soldiers that would be). Hopefully, it's clear that this is not the place for fights, bombs, what have you. Tusa will be passing out royalty here, but the point is to get to know your fellow Hutt- have fun!
Edit: As another note, this is in continuity. However, this won't keep you from other RP's, consider this either after or before those threads.))
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