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OOC: Yes, I nabbed to title from a Jabba the Hutt comic collection ;)
Location: Vesajilc Race Course, Lounge
Planet: Ryloth
Location: Vesajilc Race Course, Lounge
Planet: Ryloth
A haze of Hookah smoke rose above the tumult and hubbub of the assembled crowd as Nor’baal Vesajilic Diori exhaled, emptying his vast lungs of the intoxicating smoke in one huge gush of air. His large eyes trawled around the room, their infrared spectrum picking out some of the finer details in the room which the rest of the guests would probably be unable to see. In the corner, two sentiments appeared to be collapsed from a spice overdose, their pockets being emptied by a zealous and attentive Ewok. Nor’baal waved a pudgy hand to one of the Guards, who had the Ewok removed, not because Nor’baal suddenly felt a need to crack down on theft, but because he was getting hungry.
Checking the time, Nor’baal allowed his attention to become more focused on the task at hand, after all he had a very special guest coming today, one he had been waiting to see for a while. This guest was vital in his plans, not only to see an expansion in Cartel space, but also to see a reformed, or indeed collapsed Empire – two things the Hutt very much wanted to see. His guest was skilful, connected and just the person Nor’baal needed to further his plans. The Hutt licked his lips as he thought over the ‘Bacta-Spice’ brew he had devised, something to make Bacta more addictive, and to drive up the performance of his Slaves in combat.
Knowing his Guest, she was probably already here, and a nod from his translation droid confirmed this to be the case. Reluctantly, the Hutt stowed his Hookah pipe, forgoing this pleasure due to the business that needed doing. He sat up more on his throne, and waited. Beside him Scrapheap the translator droid figetted, whether by choice of down to his failing electronics, Nor'baal was unsure, and to be honest, didn't really care.