Ord Mantell City || 146 ABY
Ord Mantell was a microcosm of everything wrong with the Free Worlds Alliance. Nobody in that feeble "government" (if it could even be called one) were interested in centralized policing or power. That flaw made them a cesspool for crime, an easy target for any one of the Five Syndicates. But the Syndicates had surprisingly taken little interest in it—either Ord Mantell or the Alliance more broadly.
Fools.
Oh well. If they insisted on setting up such a magnificent buffet for her to eat from, she would oblige them. All the better that she was the first Hutt to do so. So far from the politics of Hutta, she was free to remake Ord Mantell's criminal underworld in her image. She just needed to reach out and take it. To that end, she'd summoned a being she thought was worthy of becoming her champion. The centerpiece of her plan. Once he was in place, the board would be set.
Her throne room on the floor beneath the main bar of her Menagerie was decorated in opulence for the occasion. A chiseled Twi'lek man, her favorite slave, rested chained against her gullet. Her Weequay guards flanked her on either side, and her majordomo sat crosslegged on a cushion before her throne. The rest of the room was dressed in pearl fabrics and purfumed to erase the usual odor that accompanied Hutts.
When it was time, her impish majordomo spoke with her authority. "My master, Her Excellency Mordeth the Hutt, Eminence of Ord Mantell, bids you welcome to her abode," the creature said to their guest. "She also hopes your travels were not unpleasant. It is Her Eminence's wish to enlist you in a job that will likely involve a tad bit of bloodshed. She trusts this will not be a problem?"
Straight to the point, just as Mordeth pleased. The Hutt waved to a pair of server droids who offered their guest a refreshment of his choosing and a bowel of freshly cooked frog legs. She didn't know if his kind enjoyed such things, but he could refuse if they didn't. @Oreus