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''We have you at bay 5, repeat bay 5, continue on your present course.'' came the voice over the communication unit from the neighboring Bespin Sky-car. Yur'baal shook his head, before activating the comms unit and saying in a sickeningly polite voice ''Thank you so much! Really, worth the credits we paid.'' before steering the shuttle down onto the waiting landing platform, and hailing his brother.
Location: Holiday Towers - Cloud City
There was a certain beauty at being in the hotel once owned by Jabba himself. Nor'baal marveled at its squat elegance, Hutt Architecture, all the way out here on Bespin. He was not sure who owned it now, but it could be worth him finding out, he thought to himself. Of course, that was not why he and his Brother had arrived today, he shuddered at the thought.
The door behind them opened, revealing the cause for the Youngers dread. A vast figure entered, one he had not seen in the flesh for nearly a deade, Nor'baal Vesajiilic Diori, the Elder. His Father, the Hutt they had been cutting in on every deal since birth. His father ignored him, and went to Yur'baal instead, embracing him and offering greetings, before turning to the Younger.
<Try not to cock this up boy.> he said in Huttese. Some frakking greeting.. the younger thought to himself, merely nodding in agreement.
They stood, talking amougst themselves, as they waited for their contact in the 'Rebellion' to arrive, and cement the agreement they had been working on for months. Behind them, the retinue of guards and hangers on that usually accompanied them stood, ready to be dismissed the moment business talks started.
The Vesajilics waited for the Rebel representative to arrive, then, the real business could begin.
Location: Holiday Towers - Cloud City
There was a certain beauty at being in the hotel once owned by Jabba himself. Nor'baal marveled at its squat elegance, Hutt Architecture, all the way out here on Bespin. He was not sure who owned it now, but it could be worth him finding out, he thought to himself. Of course, that was not why he and his Brother had arrived today, he shuddered at the thought.
The door behind them opened, revealing the cause for the Youngers dread. A vast figure entered, one he had not seen in the flesh for nearly a deade, Nor'baal Vesajiilic Diori, the Elder. His Father, the Hutt they had been cutting in on every deal since birth. His father ignored him, and went to Yur'baal instead, embracing him and offering greetings, before turning to the Younger.
<Try not to cock this up boy.> he said in Huttese. Some frakking greeting.. the younger thought to himself, merely nodding in agreement.
They stood, talking amougst themselves, as they waited for their contact in the 'Rebellion' to arrive, and cement the agreement they had been working on for months. Behind them, the retinue of guards and hangers on that usually accompanied them stood, ready to be dismissed the moment business talks started.
The Vesajilics waited for the Rebel representative to arrive, then, the real business could begin.