The Come Up

[Loi Sanno]

Loi Sanno
Emerald Krayt Restaurant
22:30 Galactic Standard Time

A plume of smoke trailed through the air, hanging in thick clouds within the humid and warm
restaurant. The smell of cigarras could be nauseating to one not used to their distinct and strong smell. Thus, it limited the Krayt's success in attracting anyone, but other Caluulans. Loi enjoyed the place for its ethnic food, long hours, and the quietness that the place provided. The man didn't know the owner all that well, but Loi was never given a hard time whenever he conducted his research and reading.

Instead, he had been provided his own booth, located in the corner of the restaurant, which provided an L-shaped table, perfect for stacking datapads, and personal computers. Today was no different, here the man found himself sitting alone at that table--a cigarra dangling from his left hand as his right typed away at a personal computing device. The Krayt was relatively empty, with only a few Caluulan families eating throughout the small restaurant. The ethnic music that played in the background was low and soft--making for the perfect working condition.

 

[Norbaal Durga Bareesh]

Nor'baal Durga Bareesh was, like many Hutts, a deeply cautious individual. History had proven time and time again, that one simply could not be to careful - and as such, when he had received word that a newcomer to the Smugglers Moon was looking to make a play on the Spice business, he had taken precautions. Reaching out to some of the new Bounty Hunters in the region, Nor'baal had ensured that - come what may, he had an exit clause.

After all, if he was paying them (albeit not much) then, they basically had to be treated like fodder no?

Even the Emerald Krayt was known to have its violent customers, and so as Nor'baal entered and made himself known to the majordomo of the venue, he scanned his large eyes about the room - ensuring to take in what details he could, before making his way over to the bar, and calling out to the Majordomo who stalked in his footsteps. "Nee chassa, undo gree Nala." the Hutt instructed, waving the simpering man away - so poorly paid where staff in Hutt Space, it seemed they would fawn up to anyone who might, possibly tip them.

He chuckled to himself, settling into his booth, and waiting for his muscle to arrive as he placed his long-rifle on the table in front of him, and lit a hefty cigar.