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Parduula's Place was one of the finest nesting grounds of scum and villainy on Taris.
Nestled in the undercity of the ecumenopolis, it was dominated by a large circular room accessable via a street level blast door, the round bar serving at its centerpiece, atop which a large aqarium rested. Off to the left hand side of the room (as one entered) another blast door led to a rectangular room, which overlooked a fighting pit through its right hand windows, and at its backmost wall, contained the dias of Parduula Anjiliac Tuire, after whom the club was named. Like many Cantinas, it was a modest affair, gambling tables scattered throughout, with visible security in the form of a doorman, and then several other guards inside - mostly focused around Parduula.
Onlookers - ignorant of the operations of the Hutt who was ensconced within - would not doubt see the place as a quant, Tarisian Cantina, a spit-and-sawdust boozer, where a tourist could kick back, have a drink (no food was served except to the Hutt and his guests) and watch the games. Those in the know, would be aware that Parduula was in fact the proud owner of a Death Stick Manufactory, and one of the many powerbrokers in the criminal underworld of Taris.
Nor'baal Desilijic Fanth considered himself 'in the know' in this regard, as no doubt did his Droid, and his Hutt accomplise, Drask the Hutt (@Meckabro). Approaching the doorguard, a tired looking Twi'lek, Nor'baal halted his hoversled, and looked to his own detail - two uniformed guards of his own, bearing stun batons and blasters, and the uniformed Exchange guards, some four in number, hidden behind helmets, rifles crossed over their chests and wicked knives at their hips.
"Nor'baal Desilijic Fanth, wata bai neu mee kotka, Parduula"
"The great Nor'baal bids your greating, and..."
"Nobata dayan Droida, jeejee cohai bu henaa jonsa wata. Kloonkee du, goo doth bakanu uba." the doorman cut across the translation with ease, opening the door for them, and ushering them inside.
Once in, Nor'baal made a beeline for the private room in which Parduula resided, the door to which was flanked by two hefty looking Gamorreans. He waved to his own two personal guards, who took positions either side of them. From the off, it was important that Drask and Nor'baal matched Parduulas actions - for such leverage was neededin this negotiation. Heading in, the room was empty, save for a tall looking Twi'lek translator, and six Gamorreans who dotted the room - axes drawn.
"Jeejee cuemhaman uba bo shuda lhonu Parduula, mah peekasa Nor'baal. Dobra bu baee- lorda dee Kankahchonha, an jeejee doth babau bai wanba wa heee du pea jeejee koee joday wahca cay mee chamy kajidii."
Nor'baal stopped, allowing for Drask to make his entrance, and introduction....