Rafe had been here before, in this exact situation, seated at his desk, in his private sub-basement office, finishing up some last minute reading and paperwork on the Pyke's most recent operations and transactions. Things had definitely come a long way since he'd taken over the head of the Pyke Syndicate, their future was left very uncertain when the ISC stole Kessel from under their feet whole Carr Pyke was still around. If it weren't for Rafe the Syndicate probably would have fallen to pieces, reduced to some babbling street gang on some trash inner rim planet... no, Rafe would never let that happen.. Under his rule they'd risen to a shadowy powerhouse, running all of the major slave trade outside of Hutt Space.
Tonight's special event would see @Nor'baal Desilijic within the walls of The Wolves Den once again, security had been doubled, and the bar and brothel staff had been padded as well for the night. None of the public was allowed in, and all space was reserved for members of the Syndicate and their guests.. the Hutt Cartel. Some low ranking members had arrived early, probably sent ahead by Nor'baal to make sure it wasn't some sort of elaborate trap, cause spilling Hutt blood in his own home could possibly have been a risk Rafe would take.. though Rafe could relate, there was a special new found paranoia that came with being the leader of one of these such criminal organizations, with every low ranking member hoping to hit it big by possibly taking out the current leader..
Rafe made sure the man he set as a manager was fully aware of the importance of this night, and had the confidence he'd take care of it. Along with the increase in security, Rafe also had tons of the Pykes in attendance here, just in case... there's that paranoia again..
Rafe pressed a button on his desk and the door from his office to the VIP area opened automatically, sliding into the walls out of sight. One of the guards from outside peeked his head in, awaiting orders, Rafe and Nor'baal would have their meeting down here while their men enjoyed the accommodations provided on the upper floors.
Just past the guard Rafe could see the small cages that housed various live small creatures the hutts preferred as snacks, along with a table piled high with various food and drink. Notify me when the Hutt arrives and escort him down here to the VIP area.. Rafe would say, not appearing to be expecting a response.
Rafe returned to his screens, his pet planet operation had been booming, as they had been farming the planet for every available slave they could pack into their ships. Much like the strip mining that happened on Kessel, Rafe was certainly strip slaving this poor planet. But the profits rolled, and that's all that mattered. Unlike the hutts Rafe hadn't steered the Pykes to take many permanent, stationary, brick and mortar, assets, in fact quite the opposite, with exception of his pet planet that was way out of the way which next to nobody had even heard of, most, if not all of his operations could be picked up and moved, save of course for The Wolves Den..
Snuffing out a death stick, Rafe stood from his desk and made his way into the VIP area to await the Hutt, exhaling smoke as he walked his massive frame through the doorway over to one of the thrones that sat on either side of the food piled table.. he was a gracious host to say the least..
@Nor'baal