Location: Zygerria
For centuries now it seemed, Zygerria and its slave empire had operated in the shadows, on the fringes of the 'civilised' galaxy. With wealth stemming from the illegal trade in organic lives, the Zygerrians had enjoyed a peaceful existence, reaping the rewards of their unethical trade. However, today that would all change, as the Hutt, Nor'baal, had his own plans to bring the slavers under his own command. Dropping out of hyperspace, with a small troupe of aides and mercenaries aboard, the Glorious Jewel would herald a change in the command of this distant planet.
<Che bom bom janse heee bpuoiaee gee winplea wuona doi dee ahban dee Lanka, tah wen yabee.> he remarked to the people he had brought with him. A motley crew, for which he had paid a pretty penny, the sentient gathered were mercenaries through and through, willing to do anything if the paycheck was right. <Jee gee nobata kankanla see paknee ata bu danko cay saieu. Jee hatkocanh manpanh cay bu Mazen wata, sie bu cobaya see uba bodakou twa vap pawa chaieya an chiia bai bu liebonkoy see tah chee sa shag leuba haku apoya whao la pankhobatkoy bu Yih.> he briefed them.
<Cohou hoohah nobata pacmoka-ala, bu Mazen katka doth woy bai neu da taa bu Yih doth tee ba douapka-ola.> Nor;ball added. Deep within the vessel, the clunk of the hanger doors opening could be heard, as the Yachts complement of Z-95 Headhunters detached, and formed up into an escort formation.