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[Gareth Gin]

Revenge...It was a concept the Miralukan had given up on pursuing, those that wronged him in the past well beyond his reach as he had no influence at the moment, but while he could not just go and kill everyone in his long hit list, he sure as hell could inconvenience them and be a bit of a pain in their ass. Truth be told, he had not even thought about going to Ploo to get some things straight initially but the Matukai warrior couldn't help but be pulled towards it: Ploo was once one of achievements, managing to convince the senator to let the 5S handle the planet alongside Nor'baal, but the same slug that had been a thorn in his side for as long as they knew each other used the Zaa Fenn civil war as an opening to take it for himself.

So there he was, the White Lion of Zaa Fenn had arrived to the outside of the residence of Dusty Daytonus, a cloak hiding most of his features and even his "eyes". Gareth Gin surveyed ahead, noticing the obscenely expensive mansion the governor had decided to get for himself. It made sense, of course, as he certainly could afford it what with being on the payroll of the biggest Hutt crime lord in the galaxy, but Gareth couldn't help but shake his head at the disgraceful display of opulence.

He had came all the way here because Dusty would be well protected...Protected by thugs that would definitely be on the Hutt's payroll, his mansion was certainly one of the most densely packed places when it came to the Hutt's forces and more would certainly come if they heard that it was being attacked. Gareth had a clear objective: He would have a bloodbath with the Hutt's men, he would reach Dusty and he would have him tell the Hutt "hi" for him...Maybe it would not impact the Hutt economically, but it would certainly be a good middle finger towards him, that's all he cared about today, really.

@Fantasy Liver @Nor'baal

 

[Dusty Daytonus]

Dusty sat in the governor's mansion's pool area, as he was accustomed to do. His aides had already thrust all the legislation that he had to sign (actually reading the things were such chores) and then he could go back to living large and enjoying life. His initial plan for the evening was to challenge a traveling Talz boxer to a wrestling match but his aides had convinced him that wasn't the best of ideas so he went with his Plan B; a massive party.

The guest list was quite eclectic; local politicians, Cartel members, and various entertainers that Dusty had requested, from strippers to jugglers, to swoop racers. Nor'baal had received an invitation to this party as well, as a sign of friendship between Ploo and the Cartels but Dusty doubted the great Hutt would show. No doubt, he had better things to do.

Security was fairly minimal, all things considered. A couple of Klatooinian guardsmen, on loan from the Cartel stood watch outside, while a squad of Capital Guardsmen, the official protectors of Ploo's Governor, roamed the halls and back yard pool area to protect their governor.

@Nor'baal @Versok

 

[Lomrokk]

Lomrokk hated this part of his job. Standing around whilst some poncy politician languished by the pool, pah! He'd much rather be standing around whilst some Hutt languished in his throne room - far more his style. Regardless, this was what the master wanted, and so this was what the master got.

Standing just to the right of Dusty, the heavy-set Gamorrean waddled off down to the front gate of the man's opulent home, to meet the two guards his real boss had sent along to keep an eye on the Governor. <Bkoha bimhee mapke uba kouuodahace heoapopa.>[/color] he snapped at one of the Nikto, who was lighting a stim <Uba doth besnewa bai doth adtahia che bona, tee paknee ata wa duaia. Koochoo.> he reminded them.

Turning to face the walkway up to the mansion, he spotted a visitor - a large creature, looked like a cat. He rested his right hand on the hilt of his blade, and snorted at the man, as if to suggest he ought to stop.

 

[Gareth Gin]

The White Lion stopped at the entrance of the mansion, the large cloaked man opening his arms to the Gamorrean, his face still mostly hidden by the cloak he was wearing, the only distinctive feautes that Lomrokk would spot being the grey beard and his large frame "A message must be relayed to the governor, either you allow me to pass or you come ever here to hear it, but is it something that should be known". The Matukai would simply say, letting the Gamorrean choose his next move, he would seem unarmed at first instance and his arms were definitely away from spots where he could be hiding a weapon.

@Nor'baal

 

[Dusty Daytonus]

"Shot! Shot! Shot!" the esteemed Governor of Ploo II shouted along with his other party guests as a Wermal alcohol lobbyist downed yet another juri juice shot to the delight of the crowd. Dusty was so glad he invited the weird-looking dude. Truth be told, the guy was kind of small potatoes in the planet's political scene but Dusty loved how strange the Wermal species looked that he just had to invite the guy. He was glad he did.

Actually, that gave him an idea. Where was that Gammorrean the Cartel had sent over? For a few credits, Dusty was sure he could persuade him to toss the Wermal lobbyist. The Governor was very curious as to how far the little guy could be thrown by a Gammorrean.

"Hey Piggy! I got someone in here you got to meet! Hello, who's this?" Dusty shouted, as he half-drunkenly stumbled out of the Governor's Mansion and saw Gareth talking with Lomrokk.

@Nor'baal @Versok

 

[Lomrokk]

Briefly, the Gamorrean stepped toward the approaching alien as if to stand between them and the door. However, this movement was interrupted by the arrival of his charge, the governor, who arrived behind him in a drunken state, apparently keen to greet the newcomer with open arms. Keeping his hand on the butt of his blade, Lomrokk stepped aside and took a step back, positioning himself just off to Gareth's left, and glowered at the man, trying to ascertain what exactly was 'going down'.

He said nothing as his charge, and the man he was now apparently meeting approached one another. A little concerned about the ominous nature of the lions message, he perked up and addressed the Governor, his eyes never leaving the Lion as he spoke in Huttese <He says he 'message' for you, Governor. Why it has to be delivered in person, he did not say.> he added, wishing his Hutt pay-master was here, as this particular encounter would have already gotten a lot more violent if he had been.