To be honest, Dusty still wasn't entirely sure what had happened. Apparently, his old FWA buddy, Rrodossk had brought a fleet to Nal Hutt in an attempt to intimidate the giant slugs? Or was it something with a Sith throwing him in a cage? There was a cage in the story, right? The details were so hazy about the incident. This wasn't because Dusty's staff hadn't done a good job in their report; they had. But Governor Daytonus skimmed his briefings and reports in the best of times, finding them rather dull affairs. And this morning was hardly the best of times as he was nursing a rather severe hangover from the night before, having attended some gala with members of some cabinet or another.
But, he got the gist. Lizard friend was held by Hutts and he had might be the best person to get him out, considering his connection with the Desilijc clan and his FWA past with Rrodossk. In fact, his hungover mind was already going through ways of.
He had invited the Hutts to a summit on Ploo II. For one thing, Nor'baal already had a sizeable presence here since Dusty had opened much of the world's underbelly and oilfields up to the Hutt in exchange for his help in securing his electoral victory. For another, hosting meant that Dusty could have his staff flatter and pamper the Hutts to get them in a good mood. In the waiting room of the gubernatorial mansion, the Hutt guests would find their every need catered towards. Glymphid staff fanned them with palm leaves, offered delicious cuisine on serving bowls, and offered massages, mudbaths, narcotics, and alcoholic refreshments if the great slugs so desired.
"Nor'baal, my man, you are looking good! You're doing something new with the skin, I just know it! New exercise regime?" Dusty warmly greeted his old Hutt acquaintance as he walked into the room, flanked by an aide and a pair of Honor Guardsmen. Waving the guards off to stand by the doorway, Dusty strode forward to the assembled Hutts.
"How are you all finding the accomodations? Anything I can get you?"
@Olwin @Xorism @Nor'baal
But, he got the gist. Lizard friend was held by Hutts and he had might be the best person to get him out, considering his connection with the Desilijc clan and his FWA past with Rrodossk. In fact, his hungover mind was already going through ways of.
He had invited the Hutts to a summit on Ploo II. For one thing, Nor'baal already had a sizeable presence here since Dusty had opened much of the world's underbelly and oilfields up to the Hutt in exchange for his help in securing his electoral victory. For another, hosting meant that Dusty could have his staff flatter and pamper the Hutts to get them in a good mood. In the waiting room of the gubernatorial mansion, the Hutt guests would find their every need catered towards. Glymphid staff fanned them with palm leaves, offered delicious cuisine on serving bowls, and offered massages, mudbaths, narcotics, and alcoholic refreshments if the great slugs so desired.
"Nor'baal, my man, you are looking good! You're doing something new with the skin, I just know it! New exercise regime?" Dusty warmly greeted his old Hutt acquaintance as he walked into the room, flanked by an aide and a pair of Honor Guardsmen. Waving the guards off to stand by the doorway, Dusty strode forward to the assembled Hutts.
"How are you all finding the accomodations? Anything I can get you?"
@Olwin @Xorism @Nor'baal