The search for worthy warriors

[Vonlin]

His Great Obesity Durggorra the Hutt lounged in one of his private chambers in the Vesajilic Fortress and Palace. There was three others present with him; his majordomo Osaii, his black colored protocol droid that served as a translator and business adviser and finally a blue skinned Twi'lek slave that attended to his needs.

The Twi'lek slave girl stood dutifully behind him holding a pitcher of red wine and waiting for any orders. His specially crafted protocol droid stood at his side, waiting for his role to play. The attractive human female that was his majordomo stood in front of him, it was she that he conferred with in Huttese.

<"You cannot even get me a direct link to the mandalore? Why do we operate one of the finest information brokerages in the galaxy if we cannot find the way to reach a single man?>" He was frustrated and unhappy that his holo message would not be going directly to the one he seeked first, it was Durggorra who usually use proxies and middle men to speak for him and he wasn't use to being on the reverse side of that equation.

The human female replied, <"I apologize your excellency, but the mandalore is an extremely hard man to track down, perhaps one of the hardest to locate in the galaxy. We have a lead to a high ranking mandalorian communications post that if they cooperate should be able to connect us with him.">

Durggorra grumbled deeply in displeasure but had no choice, the mandalorians were one of the few races he found near the Hutts own level of superiority and he would endure this for them. He drained the goblet of wine that was next to him and the blue Twi'lek immeidately refilled the goblet then left to refill the pitcher.

<"Very well, open the transmission,"> the black droid would do exactly that, activating the holo projector, after a moment of static the feed would be live. His majordomo stood in front of him and across the room, out of sight of the holo. Instead the frame would be filled with Durggorra in the center and his translator droid to his left.

The Hutt did not slither his way to the top without being wise and cunning, he had done his research on the mandalorians and he thought he knew the best way to approach and talk to them in this message. The fact that he was sending the message himself was a great honor on the part of the Vesajilics. He was also no stranger to mandalorians, individually they often did mercenary work for him as he had a lot of jobs that required fighting and he was also often the highest bidder.

The leader of the Vesajilics began speaking in Huttese, it was a deep rumbling sound, the loudness of it would be accurately represented even through the holo. After every few lines of dialogue the droid would repeat what he was saying in Mando'a.

<"Greetings mighty and honorable people of the Mandalorians, I am His Great Obesity Durggorra the Hutt, head of the Vesajilic family and clan. I am father and patron to a great sport on Nal Hutta called The Blood Sport where skill of combat is put to the test in lethal combat. Fighters from all around the galaxy battle and shed blood to the roar and thunderous cheers of the crowd. I contact you because I know your people to be the indisputable best fighters in the galaxy and I offer you the chance to show it in our arenas! In one weeks time I will be hosting the opening ceremonies of a new Colossuem on Nal Hutta and I would be honored by the presence of some of your fine warriors! Your people seek challenge and I hope that our humble trainned gladiators may provide it for you. Some of your people are already associates of mine and plan to fight, will more follow in their stead? I wish to ask this question directly to the powerful mandalore.">

 

[Phil]

The message was sent out and landed right into the filter where most of his mail and messages went. It was quickly scanned like the others by his droid Aspect, but the Hutt's message was not sent to the Mandalore immediately. After looking at it, the droid called to his master to investigate it as he sent it to his main office after finding no trojan or viruses on it.

Roxton Dagger, known by that name only by a few and known by Mandalore the Exalted by all, got done listening to the message as he allowed it to all sink in. He had no love for the Hutts, but no hate for them; just an empty, apathetic feeling towards the majority of them. It was a generous offer, but it could just be a simple trap to try and get some Mandalorian bounties in. A foolish move on the Hutt's part, for he would lose more then he could even gain.

The high chances of him participating in this were low, even if he went incognito as a normal mandalorian. However, some of the more anxious Mandalorians may be interested. He would not forbid them from entering, so long as they followed the code, but they would be entering it on their own accord. His mind made up, he decided to go through his other things first before he would inform his warriors about the little tournament the Hutt was setting up.