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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Nov 29, 2016 21:05:35 GMT -8
An upscale enterprise controlled and funded by Kolga the Hutt, the Five Brothers Resort offers a recreational escape to all members of the galactic community, so long as they don't start trouble. The resort offers refreshment, sport, and gambling for anyone who wishes to escape the galaxy at large and enjoy the very finest Hutt-space has to offer.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 23:20:38 GMT -8
One of the better hidden site that was part of the Five Brother's Resort was known simply as "Gaston's" by the people that tended to congregate there. It had, at some point, been one of the loading rooms for the resort. The roof was fairly high & though it would be hard to tell given that the low lighting in the room had enough trouble just reaching chest height. Of course with the lighting that low it was often nearly impossible to make out faces in the crowd, regardless of attempts to disguise or lack there of.
The bar, as it was, was a line of waist high crates that had been welded to the floor. with a double tall stack serving as the backboard holding the vast amount of generally low quality & high quantity drinks that where served. For the most part the bar covered the entire back wall of the open area. With one exception being a fairly discrete door that led back into the maze of staff access corridors. A little ways down the hall & beyond a few turns were a few small rooms that the security guards had co-opted into a sort of changing room & locker room. Usually, it was only used in passing to change out of uniform before hitting the bar. Occasionally, however, a high roller or two that wanted to really slum it without any real risk would take there pick from a large chest marked "Gaston's. Hands Off" which contained a very wide selection of ratty clothing.
Most of the room was a tangled mess of completely mismatched chairs, stools, couches, tables, stands & anything else you could either sit at, put things on, or both. Most of it looked like it had been beaten, or at least used to beat someone else, at one point or another. To one side of the room however was a fair sized open area that was surprisingly better lit that the rest of the room, though the light didn't carry. The floor there was fairly heavily stained by a wide range of colours & interesting patterns. All the colours of the rainbow, or at least all the colours of hemoglobin analogues.
Several large loading doors made up the entire far wall across from the bar. Each had been welded shut in the past. Long enough that the welds had a fairly worn look to them. While this loading dock had been one of the first built & first closed as the construction continued on the resort, it still had taken a good bit of effort to get the welds to rust that quickly. At the end of that wall, right in the corner was a much more conventionally sized door. Originally, the area on the far side of the wall had been a open space, but later construction had hemmed it in until it was barely wide enough to be considered an alley.
Of course, the bar's general clientele preferred it that way. Unlike the moderately successful & the true high rollers that the main resort catered to, Gaston's attracted what could be politely called 'scum'. Of course, most of them were off duty security forces for the resort, but you had plenty of lowlifes off the street & those looking for a thrill. Generally, the bar was a fairly safe place to be. Mainly because Gaston kept the law with a oak rod as thick around as a baseball bat. It was also partly because more than half the people drinking were security goons that would get in trouble if they started something. However, the bar fights were one of the drawls of the place. On most days, random strangers would get drunk, strip down to nearly nothing & take a round or two bare knuckles with some stranger in the clear patch of floor. Once they were done they would quickly be replaced by the next pair. As this was one place the guards wouldn't get in trouble for roughing someone up, fellow guard or not, they tended to take part a fair bit as well. This meant there was a steady stream of free entertainment to anyone in the room & plenty of noise to cover up any deals that might be happening in the copious shadows. However, once a week something else would happen. Instead of the stead stream of little fights, at a certain point in the night, the crates behind the bar would all be carefully closed & lock. A quick announcement would be made, giving the unaware time to clear out, & then the entire bar would engage in a free for all. This would generally end once everyone was on the floor or Gaston hit a large gong behind the bar. Anyone trying to fight after the gong would be the next ones hit.
Of course the person running it was Gaston herself. She was built like an ox & tended to be found, day & night behind the bar. Some of the regulars weren't even entirely sure if she ever slept. Regardless of all that, she ruled the bar with an iron fist & an oak club. The bar was, however, fairly large so in addition to herself, she had a pair of bartenders behind the bar to help with pouring drinks. Running around through the maze of tables were also some waitresses. Mostly the drinkers were left alone, but a sharp wave overhead usually could draw the attention of at least one of them.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 19:01:49 GMT -8
Following an event of localized destruction in the Corellian Sector, Kolga had sensed an opportunity to build on the otherwise crowded sprawl of Nar Shadda. Purchasing the ruined spaces from the previous tenants, he financed a massive construction project. Artificial avenues over urban chasms, green space for relaxation, and of course his newest business endeavor: The Five Brothers Resort. Kolga had invested Desilijic funds in similar enterprises in the past, and had met with general success on these smaller facilties, but this project was on a scale of its own. Thanks to the deep pockets of his own clan, and the coerced investment of several smaller clans, this resort area would be considered a city of its own on some back-water worlds.
Kolga had been eager to inspect the facility in person once it was in operation, and so with its soft opening he eagerly departed his Palace on Nal Hutta for a quick flight aboard the Songbird in order to reach his newest business. Coming to rest on a private landing pad near the entrance, Kolga does not even wait for his pilot to finish shutting down the skiff before he gathers his entourage and sets off for the main public entrance.
The front facade of the main resort was exactly as he hoped it would be. Oversized open doorways lead into a welcome main reception hall, and while these doors were intended to be left open in welcome to all that sought to do business here, blast shutters were carefully concealed above. Within the reception area visitors could branch off into any of the gaming facilities, dining options, or relaxation spots that caught their interest or simply flag down an attendant droid to arrange their stay.
Perfect, it is exactly as I had wanted it.
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Post by Rylian on Dec 7, 2016 15:13:36 GMT -8
Trailing behind Kolga in the midst of his entourage, Rylian kept her mouth shut tight as she took in the garish displays of entertainments and diversions. This was no mere casino; this was a palace--and on some planets, a small city. Many a night, she had fallen asleep listening to the hutt and his pawns talk business about this project on Nar Shaddaa. Now she could fully see the scale and scope of the hutt's ambition, and the vastness of his resources. The crime-lord and Hutt leader was not a being to be trifled with. If she wanted her revenge--and her freedom--she would have to play her game very carefully.
She swept her chain out from underfoot with a flick of her wrist as she came to a stop just shy of Kolga's head.
"I wonder what idiot he got to run this place," she muttered to herself, still looking around at the many layers.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 17:01:23 GMT -8
On a normal day, Gaston would be the type that would draw attention in a place like this. This wasn't a normal day. A huge chunk of the staff had shown up to see their boss arrive. At the moment she was in a cluster of her fiends. Or perhaps friends was too strong a word. At the very least she was in a cluster of twenty to thirty of the barkeeps that tended the other seedy joints tucked into various corners & shadows. She wasn't sure how many of the little dives there were, though she was sure hers was the oldest, but she personally knew a few dozen of them. With the size of the place, she wouldn't be surprised if a hundred could be found.
Having seen the Hutt herself, she decided she had had enough of the crowd & started making her way back toward her tavern. A fair number of the other barkeeps, as well as a good chunk of others also seemed to have more or less the same idea. Then again, she knew that most of the upper level staff of the various places would be required to personally meet with the Hutt, she was included with a group representing the dive bars.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 19:10:55 GMT -8
Though Kolga had kept the exact moment of his arrival vague, word of his appearance traveled quickly it seemed. Along with the obviously hustling staff and assorted onlookers, local security was also reacting visibly. Though the hutt had traveled with just a few personal guards, his party is rapidly joined by on site personnel as he makes his cursory tour of the facility. Content that he will see the resort in greater detail in the coming days, he moves his party out of the public areas and into the more secluded back offices to meet with the staff and management.
Rylian, what do you think of my newest investment? I know you have heard the concerns some have voiced about its initial investment.
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Post by Rylian on Jan 1, 2017 0:34:48 GMT -8
Rylian chose her words carefully. "It is . . . an ambitious enterprise. But from what little—very little—I can see, you seem to have taken into account all the foreseeable variables. Have you spoken with your manager about unforeseen problems?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 18:25:55 GMT -8
Kolga laughs for a moment at her assessment of the resort.
This is a major investment yes, but it is just the start of my ambitions and plans for this sector. As far as management, I was thinking you might take that role. You have leadership experience I believe, and would enjoy some greater autonomy. If you feel you are up to the task, I would leave you as my on-site representative with a detachment of my soldiers. You know the workings of my court and my current dealings, succeed and you will gain increased autonomy.
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Post by Rylian on Mar 6, 2017 19:09:21 GMT -8
Increased autonomy? A detachment of soldiers? Rylian couldn't help herself and arched a thin eyebrow at the hutt. "And you will keep your word that my autonomy remains if I continue to follow your orders? No micro-management from one of your current lieutenants? No supervisory officers?"
No collar and chain, she thought. He was providing her the opportunity she most desired. Practically handing it to her on an aurodium platter. It was too good to be true. Which is why she was suspicious of it. The last too-good-to-be-true assignment landed her in slavery.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 8, 2017 19:06:38 GMT -8
==Diplomat Training SL==
<<106 PP; S12 Sector, Nar Shaddaa, Corellian Sector, Five Brothers>>
The gleaming crimson BC-714 Luxury Transport glided in the air toward the designated landing pad. The large icons on either side of the craft marked it clearly as belonging to Mandalorian Clan D'Ordinii. This particular model of ship was used by the Clan for all of its diplomatic missions. The original make of the ship had required a crew of seventeen, but the Mandalorian remake made heavy use of drone labor to cut the crew down to a much smaller five beings. The ship was only carrying ten passengers, even though it could have easily held three times that number. Technically, this wasn't a full diplomatic mission. It was officially a diplomat & a few lower ranking diplomatic aides on a vocational retreat with a small support staff. Unofficially, it was a chance for diplomats from several nearby powers to rub elbows & gossip off the record, as well as build ties & allow the next generation a chance to hopefully build up those same skills.
The being in charge of the mission was a Zabrak Hybrid by the name of Zayd ibn Walther. He was a fairly small man, & had picked armor that did little to expand his size. The armor he had chosen had a sleek clockwork like mesh of plates that gave him a nearly insectoid appearance. As the ramp to the fifty meter craft extended, he led the way for the party. In total, not counting the ship crew, the party was a Zayd, four diplomatic aides of various but uniformly low experience & five valet-guards.
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Post by Njogarroec Shyrkag on Mar 8, 2017 19:17:00 GMT -8
The other people and I all walk down the ships ramp and take in the beautiful sights, the place looked like Disney World mixed with Vegas. It was amazing.
Man I can tell why this is Hutt territory, everything looks too expensive to be owned by any other person besides the Hutts.
-Shyrkag
"This is amazing!"
I said as some of the others agreed with me. I nearly passed out from amazement, I had never seen something that was so expensive looking before. I dont ever want to leave.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 8, 2017 19:54:56 GMT -8
==Diplomat Training SL==
<<106 PP; S12 Sector, Nar Shaddaa, Corellian Sector, Five Brothers>>
This was Zayd's first time here as well, & indeed it was fairly spectacular. However, Zayd had a lot more experience with high living & dealing with rich people that profited from the death & suffering of other.
-Zayd
Calm yourself. Remember this is Hutt Space. Everything you see here was built with the blood & sweat of slaves. It make look wonderful, & it may not look like a battlefield, but you must remember that despite our presence at this function, we are not on friendly terms with the Hutts. This place can easily be every bit as dangerous as an active mine field. With similar end results.
He gave that a moment to sink in as they continued to look out over the resort from the base of the ramp.
-Zayd
You are here to learn. Any mistakes you make could end thousands or tens of thousands of lives. I am here to stop that from happening, but I will not always be standing over your shoulders. The faster & better you learn the diplomatic dance, the less damage you will do.
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Post by Njogarroec Shyrkag on Mar 9, 2017 6:47:08 GMT -8
We all slowly follow Zayd as he tells us what exactly we are doing on this mission, but it seemed pretty easy. I am very surprised the instructor from back at camp actually let us go to dangerous Hutt Space. I had that sick feeling again, like something bad was going to happen, so I went and asked another Diplomat In Training if they felt the same way, none of them did, so I asked Zayd if I could sit down until my feeling went away, so I sat down on one of the benches.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 9, 2017 21:15:52 GMT -8
==Diplomat Training SL==
<<106 PP; S12 Sector, Nar Shaddaa, Corellian Sector, Five Brothers>>
Despite the misgivings of one of the diplomatic aides, The most real danger that would be faced here would be catching something embarrassing or managing to make a big enough spectacle of themselves that it stuck in memory for some of the aides from other nations. Fortunately even that wasn't much of a problem. Other than Hutt space itself, the Clan was the largest faction attending this retreat. Most of the other groups were independent star systems or tight clusters with fewer than a dozen stars under their command. With the exception of the growing power of the First Order to the galactic west, The Hutts & The Clan were the only two real major powers left in the region. In a way this retreat was a unofficial way for the various small power to sound ideas & policies out to the pair of them. While for the moment there was peace between the two factions, it was fairly clear to anyone familiar with both that violent conflict was both inevitable & quickly approaching. In one way these gatherings were where the minor powers would decide their allegiance in the next war. Of course, this particular meeting didn't have such grand weight as most of the people present would be diplomatic aides.
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Post by Njogarroec Shyrkag on Mar 11, 2017 9:59:17 GMT -8
All of the diplomatic aides kept taking in the amazement while waiting for Zayd to give us instructions.
I tried not to be to amazed because I knew that the slaves built this, which made me sorta sad. I sat patiently until Zayd gave us instructions. Hopefully he would give us them soon.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 18:50:41 GMT -8
Increased autonomy? A detachment of soldiers? Rylian couldn't help herself and arched a thin eyebrow at the hutt. "And you will keep your word that my autonomy remains if I continue to follow your orders? No micro-management from one of your current lieutenants? No supervisory officers?" No collar and chain, she thought. He was providing her the opportunity she most desired. Practically handing it to her on an aurodium platter. It was too good to be true. Which is why she was suspicious of it. The last too-good-to-be-true assignment landed her in slavery. |
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 12, 2017 19:22:24 GMT -8
==Diplomat Training SL==
<<106 PP; S12 Sector, Nar Shaddaa, Corellian Sector, Five Brothers>>
Zayd ibn Walther saw a group approaching. As the group had a hutt along with it, he made the assumption that it was the semi-official welcoming party. Probably some mid level staff for the resort. Regardless, it paid to be polite to everyone, even if only to better stab them in the back later. With a few quick orders, he had his staff gathered up in formation behind him & waiting for the arrival of the hutt party.
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Post by Njogarroec Shyrkag on Mar 12, 2017 19:26:44 GMT -8
Me, as well as the other Diplomatic Aides looked towards the group that was coming. We were all standing in formation waiting for the people to come.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 19:36:14 GMT -8
Sliding to the front of his own party, Kolga booms out a greeting to his visitors.
H'chu apenkee!
Welcome valued guests to the brightest facet of the jewel of Hutt Space. I am Kolga, financier and proprietor of the Five Brothers Resort. I trust your arrival went smoothly?
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 12, 2017 20:32:52 GMT -8
==Diplomat Training SL==
<<106 PP; S12 Sector, Nar Shaddaa, Corellian Sector, Five Brothers>>
Zayd was nearly dumbfounded. He had not been expected the Hutt that had this place as his personal playground to show up in person to greet them. On the other hand he didn't become a O3 in the diplomatic ranks by allowing surprise to show in his body. His face, of course would have betrayed him if it hadn't been covered as always.
-Zayd
Gar Suum ca'nara. I am Zayd ibn Walther, diplomatic envoy of the Mandalorian Clan D'Ordinii. Forgive our humble appearance, as we were not expecting to be greeted by one as exulted as yourself.
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