Whenever Mordeth had visitors to her Menagerie on Ord Mantell, she tried to make them feel comfortable at the very least. She wasn't a charitable Hutt, but hospitality was just good for business. It was also good for sending a message. If a hostess was hospitable, it meant she was at least eager to entertain you. And if she wasn't... Well, the good beings of the Pyke Syndicate were about to find out. Three of them had requested an audience with her.
Heleen, Mordeth's overly-opinionated majordomo, had advised her not to take the meeting. She was wise for an escort. The Pykes and the Hutts didn't mix. The two crime families were rivals in business and frequently lashed out at one another. But the Pykes had fallen on hard times of late. Until recently, their mines on Kessel had been under the command of a Hutt. Now, they were firmly in Consortium hands. It was unlikely Emryc Thorne was going to let the Pyke Syndicate back in after everything the Five Syndicates had done to him.
So, what other options were left? Her. Mordeth and the fledgling territory she was nurturing on Ord Mantell.
She should have heeded Heleen's advice; but Mordeth accepted instead. The Pykes were weakened. They hand't the muscle they had once wielded. They weren't coming to Ord Mantell to fight. They were coming to talk. She hoped they brought gifts. Otherwise this whole tedious fop was about to become that much more tedious.
"My Lady?" Heleen said. Mordeth fixated two giant slitted eyes on her. "They're here."
Mordeth waved a chubby limb. «Banba hoohah du.» @Nor'baal @Oreus @LouJoVi