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Melrava Memorial Apartment Complex, Nar Shaddaa
The Melrava Memorial Complex wasn't a place that Addipos had ever been before. He'd never had much reason, and being a Hutt and all, it wasn't really his scene. The white, futuristic, ritzy look had look signs of influence from Rishi, and Kamino. Influence from the Kormtha, and more than that influence from Jack. Everything the human had touched in the Cartel had a certain look to it, whether it was the Paradise, or the products being put out by Praxus-Pondervan these days. It wasn't a look that Addipos really cared for, he was in favor of the classic bronzes, and muted greens of more traditional Hutt styles. But the humans, and other aliens who worked in the Cartel seemed to like it, and Addipos was no idiot. He wasn't going to change something that clearly working, and risk upsetting those under the Hutt's domain. The Hutt's were not a majority in their own space. They might be on the top of the food chain, but any of their kind that forgot the demographpic breakdown of their own space was just asking for trouble. It wasn't a system that could continue forever, and Addipos knew it, which was why he was doing his best to make sure that the people who were actually doing kriffing something for the Cartel were the ones who're in a position of power.
And that was what had brought him to the Complex. Home to a number of rooms, and floors, that belonged to various higher ups that weren't Hutt in the Cartel, he wanted to see how it was the other half (well more like 9/10th's) lived. See what made people like Mjolla, and Veszk really tick. the complex wasn't one of those buildings where the further up you went, the richer the place became. It was one of those places where it was rich on every level, and it showed. But Addipos was still on a floor towards the top of the building, taking a bit of a rest, and looking out over the cityscape of Nar Shaddaa. Addipos was old, even by Hutt standards. And he probably did more than the next twelve Hutts combined in terms of actual work, trying to keep the Cartel not only working but expanding. He was entitled to a little rest every now and again damnit. Looking out over the city, he could see the congested airways, the dozens of ships taking off, and landing. A Pelta-2 in particular caught his eye, as it lazily drifted through the skies, a little close to the complex, but not overly so.
That started to change very subtlety. First it looked like the freighter was starting to list drunkenly. Not a huge deal, as it was very likely that someone on board was in fact drunk.
Then it started to really turn towards the building.
Then it started to pitch downwards.
Then it started to get bigger.
And bigger.
And bigger.
It didn't take a genius to see that it was heading for the complex.
Addipos started to nervous as it did. The complex was well within an area that was actively protected by fighter patrols. Why weren't they responding?
All around him people were starting to run, but the old Hutt didn't much of a point in trying. If the freighter was going to ram the complex, there wasn't much that moving was going to do. But the complex was much, much, much bigger than the freighter. And the Pelta-2 wasn't a small ship herself. But as the freighter approached, it became clear that it wasn't going to be hitting the apartments.
At least not near the top.
The ship's course was taking it down towards the bottom floor of the complex. The massive lobby at the bottom had an armored glass facing that ran up the first dozen or so floors. That wasn't going to be good enough to stop the freighter. The ship wasn't traveling particularly fast when it hit the complex, it's repulsorlift array struggling to keep the massive bulk from falling like a rock, almost as though it wasn't trying to do so much damage that it collapsed.
When it hit the glass facade the entire complex shook, a most unsettling feeling if the old Hutt had ever felt one. In the lobby the glass shattered, and the ship skidded across the open area, indiscriminately running over anyone, and anything that happened to be in the way before hitting the central lift stalk that went up the length of the building. It a dug trench in the floor as it went, and knocked down all manner of support pillars, and interior decorations. The lobby was so large however, that the freighter fit inside with room to spare. The Melrava complex was not small by any stretch of the imagination, and though Hutts mostly didn't call it home, it had been designed to allow their bulk to get through comfortably. The building shook more as the ship came to a stop in the lobby, and secondary explosions started to go off, from where the ship had hit something important, and caused it to go boom. Smoke, and dust filled the lobby, obscuring what happened to next any of the dazed survivors.
Men clad in the standard white Rivet-armor, wielding VL-9 blasters, and goggles that would let them see through the dust and smoke they'd raised up started to disembark. The Pelta-2 could carry up to 1,500 passengers, so needless to say there were a lot of them swarming out of the freighter. The survivors of the initially catastrophe wouldn't be surviving long as the men and women of various species (but mostly human) started to establish themselves in the lobby, killing anyone still breathing.
Up above, Addipos had no idea any of this was happening, save for that the freighter had crashed into the place. All he did know was that the power had gone out, the hallways were filled with chaos, and the building was groaning as the supports that hadn't been severed struggled to keep the weight of it up. He knew that aid hadn't started to come, which was something of a shock. The local starfighter patrol contingent should have been swooping over the building by now at the very least.
All he knew was that he really wanted to get out, and there didn't seem to be much option for that at the moment, except to head down. Making his way into the interior of the darkened apartment, the old Hutt had no trouble seeing where he was going, thanks to the visible spectrum available to his species. Red emergency lights had started to flash, and a very annoying buzzer was going off as well, just in case someone had missed the earlier explosions somehow.
And while the old Hutt made his way down, the mystery party on the ground floor started to get to work heading up. Most of their number was occupied establishing a perimeter, and making sure the power didn't restore, whilst a small number started to assemble some repulsor platforms where the lifts had once ended.
Whatever their goal was, one thing was clear.
Addipos was definitely going to be looking into another building for the higher ups of the Cartel to make their home, assuming he lived through this.