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The Hutt sat gloriously on his velvet and silk throne, sipping his aged and expensive wine, while listening to the music of his most recently purchased slave, Yassa. Her harmonic use of her mandoviol filed the throne room and more importantly, Borga's ears. The Hutt had special reason to celebrate, with the grand opening of his second gladiator colosseum having opened recently, his credits were piling up. All the Hutt's work was paying off, but even in these times there was trouble afoot. Yet he would hear none of it, at least for the time being.
"Your grace, your reputation as a lanista is no doubt flourishing, but you must not forget about your spice operations. Currently they have taken a drastic hit, with all your focus on the arena, I mean." Perhaps one of the only men on Nar Shadda, or in the Cartel for that matter, who was not afraid to stand up to the mighty Hutt. The Chevin was his mojodormo, but more importantly, he was his closest friend. Standing at the foot of the Hutt's throne, though below on the landing, the Wor Niedra had shackled to his wrist a Chev slave. The shackle was chained tightly around it's neck, as she kneeled on all fours as if she were his pet.
"Wor, must you always ruin such good times. It's not every night where I celebrate and sit on my fat ass." The Hutt placed his glass on a tray one of his indentured servants held out for him. "Well, that's not true, but I do not celebrate as often as I could. All work and no play makes me eager to play and play hard." Continuing to grab a hookah pipe from the very female servant who replaced the tray with the drug induced machine.
Continuing the Huttese conversation. "I know my lord, but maybe this just isnt the right time." The Chev started to stand, but Wor yanked on her collar which forced her back to the floor. "At least let me find a suitable arrangement. I hear that the Spice Lords on Sevarcos II are preparing for the Festival of the High Winds. This could create an opportunity to muscle them out of some of the mines they hold on tight to. This way we can nearly triple our...ahem, my apologies your grace, I mean your spice operation."
"Haha, excellent idea Wor. Now, all I need is a trustworthy bounty hunter to help me obtain such a profitable resource. And I'm sure Icarus would not mind lending a hand..."
"I have already thought about it my liege. A Mirilan woman by the name of Damia Seles. She seems to be an up and comer for the Cartel, and very capable. We may just be able to get her help for damned cheap!"
"Excellent Wor. You never cease to amaze me. Bring her to me...now!!"
"Your grace, your reputation as a lanista is no doubt flourishing, but you must not forget about your spice operations. Currently they have taken a drastic hit, with all your focus on the arena, I mean." Perhaps one of the only men on Nar Shadda, or in the Cartel for that matter, who was not afraid to stand up to the mighty Hutt. The Chevin was his mojodormo, but more importantly, he was his closest friend. Standing at the foot of the Hutt's throne, though below on the landing, the Wor Niedra had shackled to his wrist a Chev slave. The shackle was chained tightly around it's neck, as she kneeled on all fours as if she were his pet.
"Wor, must you always ruin such good times. It's not every night where I celebrate and sit on my fat ass." The Hutt placed his glass on a tray one of his indentured servants held out for him. "Well, that's not true, but I do not celebrate as often as I could. All work and no play makes me eager to play and play hard." Continuing to grab a hookah pipe from the very female servant who replaced the tray with the drug induced machine.
Continuing the Huttese conversation. "I know my lord, but maybe this just isnt the right time." The Chev started to stand, but Wor yanked on her collar which forced her back to the floor. "At least let me find a suitable arrangement. I hear that the Spice Lords on Sevarcos II are preparing for the Festival of the High Winds. This could create an opportunity to muscle them out of some of the mines they hold on tight to. This way we can nearly triple our...ahem, my apologies your grace, I mean your spice operation."
"Haha, excellent idea Wor. Now, all I need is a trustworthy bounty hunter to help me obtain such a profitable resource. And I'm sure Icarus would not mind lending a hand..."
"I have already thought about it my liege. A Mirilan woman by the name of Damia Seles. She seems to be an up and comer for the Cartel, and very capable. We may just be able to get her help for damned cheap!"
"Excellent Wor. You never cease to amaze me. Bring her to me...now!!"