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Tusa sat at one seat of the finest round table that money could buy, in the largest room of one of the the grandest palaces on Nal Hutta- Tusa's headquarters. With elaborate carved pillars, exotic and beautiful furnishings, expansive open-air balconies, and million-credit plants, it was the board room of Kings- the first meeting of the reformed Hutt Council. Tusa had personally spared no expense in the meeting- admiring his designer's handiwork. It would be a momentous day, that much is certain.
Since it was such a crucial meeting, Tusa had all communications within the room disabled. No interruptions, and he was insistent on seeing all of the Hutt Council face-to-face; it was much harder to lie that way.
He had called the meeting for a heavy concern on his mind- the coming deal with the Bogan. Due to the extreme cost to the Hutt war effort, the Hutt Warlord felt it was necessary that all concerns be addressed before any papers were signed, and today was the day all of their minds would be put at ease. His assistant approached.
"What else is required, Lord Tusa?" The Hutt stroked his chin, eyeing the timid Rodian.
[The finest in wines we have to offer, please. I know how the others enjoy their liquor.] With so much as a nod, the Rodian scurried away to gather a quarter million in wines. On such an important day, it was essential he look good. Turning back to the table, Tusa waited for his fellow Hutts arrived as refreshments were arrayed before him. He grinned, and his assistant shuddered.
Since it was such a crucial meeting, Tusa had all communications within the room disabled. No interruptions, and he was insistent on seeing all of the Hutt Council face-to-face; it was much harder to lie that way.
He had called the meeting for a heavy concern on his mind- the coming deal with the Bogan. Due to the extreme cost to the Hutt war effort, the Hutt Warlord felt it was necessary that all concerns be addressed before any papers were signed, and today was the day all of their minds would be put at ease. His assistant approached.
"What else is required, Lord Tusa?" The Hutt stroked his chin, eyeing the timid Rodian.
[The finest in wines we have to offer, please. I know how the others enjoy their liquor.] With so much as a nod, the Rodian scurried away to gather a quarter million in wines. On such an important day, it was essential he look good. Turning back to the table, Tusa waited for his fellow Hutts arrived as refreshments were arrayed before him. He grinned, and his assistant shuddered.
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