“But we already pay Boss Kappa? I cannot afford to pay you as well!” shouted a squat alien, who shifted on the spot nervously as Nor’baal remained impassive to his protest. <Lorda Pomme hatkocanh nobata janse doth pauapka beeska mu-moolee. Cheespa. Uba neu, Jee canta bu tee-tocky gee nan che wa uonza du kava tah bohw baa cua dan siana doth joggdu.>
Sluuuuuuurp - the Hutt gobbled down a wriggling marcel from the Snackquarium affixed to the head of his droid, before burping pungently. Boss Kappa had been running some of the rackets at the Mos Espa Grand Arena for several years now, having taken them from the local Hutt, Lorda Zavval in a wager. Seeing the undulating Duros running the show had turned the stomach of many of the clans. The Hutts had run this outfit for centuries, and the Duros had broken that trend.
“Perhaps then, I can continue to pay the ten per cent I paid him? To you, no? But, let’s call it fifteen per cent as a gesture of good will.” the bookie attempted to renegotiate the terms of his old deal. But Nor’baal was having none of it. He knew how much Boss Kappa demanded, and it was far more than was being suggested. <Wa kouoioy mo, Lorda Livak.> he stressed the man's new position as he continued <Um che dokeecha cay ganba, cheespa hih banbonzay.> the Hutt did not wait for an answer, leaving his Majordomo to deal with the deals closing, before gesturing to his guards and moving on down the track, now focusing his attention on the two smugglers who had come to see him.
They both looked a little down on their luck, which suited the Hutt.
He gestured at them, inviting them to speak. Nor’baal was keen to hear what they had to offer.
OOC - The long overdue thread! @SlagathorTheUnknown @Charles