Just Matt Now
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Palace of the Granee Lorda
Grand City
Teth
What a City!
Borga could not have been more pleased. Becoming Granee Lorda had been one of the greatest, and most stressful things of his life. It was times like these, when the Hutt could sit back, relax, and enjoy his own accomplishments where it all paid off. Borga sat in his own soaking room, not in the water but just outside with a towel over his shoulders and a datapad in his hand enjoying another thing he loved, gladiator bouts. The Hutt made it his goal to stay in touch with the things that not only brought him his fame, but granted him the capital to do so. Watching fights across the galaxy, matching up his own fighters to those of other ludus'. He was the Granee Lorda, but that didnt give him an advantage on the sands. Off his open balcony, he could hear the clanging of swords made from a fight going on outside, in his most marvelous and modern arena to date.
Guards littered his palace, and yet he could still be completely alone. He was the most protected being in the entire galaxy, and he felt this protection. There would be little that could distract him from his current sublime, and he wouldnt let anything take it either. The Hutt slid across the room, setting the datapad down. Confident he had chosen the next best ludus to fight his men in his own arena, already being christened with blood. He hung over the balcony to watch the fight ensue. Icarus was the main event, and he could hear the crowd pump the Kushari's blood with ferocity and passion. He loved watching his most prized fighter in action.