Now having returned to the vast recliner which served as the throne to the Supreme Mogul of the Hutts, Karatha cast his lazy eyes over the room in which he was lounging. Two long lines, one on either side of the room, of Guards stood, ram-rod straight, their faces concealed behind fearsome red...
Slowly he could see the vast Palace Gardens filling with the loyal throng of Carteliers that he had summoned to this venue. Within their number there would not doubt be spies, reporting to the various groups across the Galaxy all that transpired here today, some would flock back to the Empire...
The Golden Age
From all over the Hutt Cartel had they come, loyal subjects, violent plotters, or those with treason in their hearts. It mattered not, for appearance was everything, and even in the world of Crime, one had to appear as though one was loyal. With the sudden vanishing of the former...
SUPREME MOGUL
KARATHA BESADII VORUG
More often than not one does not argue with a Hutt, for the concept of losing is one that they do not understand. Karatha, like all Hutts, has no understanding of the 'Human' concept of possession, ownership, for in the eyes of the Hutts all things are...