Planet: Nal Hutta
Location: Supreme Moguls Hunting Reserve
Crack! the shot of a slugthrower careened toward its prey, a young rancor chained to the floor so its poacher could more easily land a killing blow.
Nor'baal, the Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Clans and shooter in question sneered as his shot struck true, and the smattering of applause from the various sycophantic onlookers petered out.
He was on holiday, technically.
Sure, he hadn't left Hutta to do it, but that was one of the joys of being Supreme Mogul.
With credits aplenty, Nor'baal had overseen a period of growth and stability in Hutt Space. Profits had boomed and the evidence of this was all around. Above them, in orbit, hung two vast space stations, defending the planet and its moon from attackers. The Hutt fleet had grown, privateers hauled loot and tithes a-plenty back to the 'Hutt Core', Palace sprung up across the planet and others across Hutt Space.
The Hutts grew fat on the riches of the Galaxy, and Nor'baal was enjoying the fruits of his labours.
Today he was set to meet with someone, a Sith from what his spies had informed him.
Nor'baal was exceptionally keen to see what they had to offer. Especially since the last one he had met had tried to murder him.
Behind him, a phalanx of Gamorreans stood, some six hundred in total. He was further surrounded by a clutch of droids, with two vast Skorpeneks to either side. In the background, a Rodian lingered, the ever-present shadow of Nor'baals personage. He nodded to his Mayordomo, who summoned the visitors to make themselves known, and to offer tribute to open their 'negotiations'.