Malicia disliked Nal Hutta, yet here she was at the spaceport. Unfortunately, there was a lot that could be done here. Dar the Hutt and Yala the Hutt were at war, and there was a chance for the Sith to exploit their conflict. They could aid one side and gain favor in the Cartel with the victor, or possibly end the war and gain both sides favor.
Only a few steps brought the Darth off her ship, prompting her frown to deepened when her nose picked up the planets smell once again. It wasn't as big of a reaction as the few cultists that followed her to the planet; she'd been in worse places. She didn't get to see her cultists reactions however since they arrived on separate ships. It was better if they weren't seen together since she planned to plant two spies in the cartel while she was here.
Just like usual, the chained robe of her cadre-armor followed behind her. Though unlike her trip to Nar Shaddaa, her mind was much more focused. There was less condensed life here, less to tease her senses.
Stepping barely into the sunlight, Malicia waited outside the spaceport for her partner in this investment.
@Orbit