Nem'ro the Hutt
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Things on Ryloth had been quiet for some time. Nem'ro had stepped down from the Hutt Council, but maintained his lifestyle as a wealthy and greedy Hutt crime lord in the Outer Rim. For quite awhile, there had been peace, at least in his life, as he watched the Coreward worlds crumble. Alderaan on the brink of civil war; the Sith were bombing worlds left and right; the Jedi seemed to be rising; but the Republic Senate was no more decisive than ever. And, because of all of that, the Hutts had been left to grow and fester in the Outer Rim almost unimpeded.
That was why Nem'ro had been surprised upon reaching his court early that day to find a waiting transmission from Brentaal IV. It had been a long while since he had spoken to that particular contact in the Republic Senate. The Senator from Brentaal had rarely called and was often super cautious about contacting the Hutt crime lord. That meant that, whatever news the Senator bore, it was either urgent, important, or both.
Nem'ro hit a button and, thousands of lightyears away, on Brentaal IV, a small holographic version of the giant slug appeared in front of the aforementioned Senator. «Nicolás,» Nem'ro said skeptically in Huttese. «It has been some time. How does it feel to be the largest shark in the pack on Brentaal?» @Deviant