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Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on May 3, 2020 0:01:27 GMT -8
Hutt's were vile, disgusting creatures. Gross Space Slugs who the galaxy would be better off without. Much to the bounty hunter and enigmatic rogue Kul Brek's displeasure, he had been sent once again by his employer to work with a Hutt, this time the up and coming Vigo of the Black Sun.
Along with two of his men, Kul had infiltrated the Throne Room of Jabba's Palace where he was now waiting for the crime lord to appear. The trio had managed to infiltrate the palace in secret, not necessarily because security was lax but rather the group was well equipped and experts at such operations. Kul had decided to take a seat on the Hutt's immense throne while he waited. Of course, he had it thoroughly cleaned and disinfected first. You never know what a Hutt left behind. He was tiny in comparison to the throne, but had managed to make himself comfortable with an arrangement of cushions and one of the death sticks he was so fond of. He'd also poured himself a glass of some strong liquor he found, though he wasn't entirely sure what it was he was enjoying it.
He suddenly had a thought. He could not remember the name of the man (if one could call him that) he was sent to negotiate with. "What's his name?" he asked Jonton, one of his companions. The man looked at him with a confused expression,
"Who?" he asked. "The fat bastard we're meant to be meeting, you utter nonce!" Kul replied in frustration.
"Splurgo...Surgo...uh...I don't know, you're the boss, you should know!"
"It was too many syllables for me. You know my stance on long words!" realising Jonton was useless, he looked to his twin brother, Jovamal. Jon and Jov weren't exactly the brightest pair but they were damned good at what they do. And one of the few people Kul, or rather his employer trusted with such tasks. "Jov?" he asked hoping the other man would remember. Unfortunately, Jov simply stared back with a vacant expression.
"Useless, the both of you!" he shook his head in frustration, before taking a long draw on his death sticks and blowing a large cloud of smoke towards the twins. "Guess I'll have to improvise," he grumbled.
Kul leaned back in his chair and took a long drink from his glass as he continued to wait for the crime lord to make his appearance. He was sure the Vigo would not appreciate the disrespect Kul was showing, which was all part of the plan. The offer Kul's employer had would no doubt prove far to enticing for the Hutt. Treating the Hutt this way was all part of Kul's plan to show the Hutt just how powerful his employer was, it was a power move...well that and Kul enjoyed string up trouble and making himself comfortable.
The Twilek was as good at flattering as he always had been. The Hutt was looking at his inmense body in a mirror. There was a new crack over his left eye, but it only added more candor to his delightful face. A slave stood next to him, with a box containing several jewels. "Do you want any, my lord?""Nahh"He pushes the box aside. Yurgo didn't need any jewels to enhance his beauty that day. His skin had been oiled and massaged during the first breakfast and he looked stunning. He extended one hand to the plate held by a second slave, covered with a pile of something with many legs. The Hutt took one and chewed it, cracking the hull with his prodigious mouth. "Tunga da banah, calliooh Itzaleah""Yes, master"He started to slither, laborously, his rotund mass outside the splendid chambers, heading down the ramp that led to the inferior levels (once the palace had stairs, but they weren't so comfortable for a Hutt, so they had been replaced with ramps). The palace was awakening: the Gamorreans were fighting over food, slaves or Sabacc, the slaves themselves looked as miserable and sleep-deprived as ever, the droids were taking oil baths, the bounty hunters awoke with hungover, a missing limb or pennyless, the handlers of the Hutt's menagerie hurried themselves to feed the dangerous pets on the palace and, Yurgo, he simply slithered down, surrounded by a flock of servants and retainers, followed by two MagnaGuards. The throne chamber looked empty in the morning save for... someone sitting on the dais.
"Hunga da chuuuubha! Dufendah mah!"The tail hits the ground, angry. The cry was heard with a potent echo. The guardsmen hurry themselves as much as they could, they were plenty. The MagnaGuards activated their staffs, placing themselves before the Hutt. And there was an individual in a red mask who moved his hand to a blaster pending from his wraist and started to circle the throne, like a predator. The monkey-lizards hid themselves behind lord Yurgo, while he was gasping, outraged. The Twilek majordomo moves forward with an accusing finger extended. "You! Brigand! What do you think you're doing in His Obesity's throne? You and... your filthy minions"
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Post by Moff Valen on May 3, 2020 0:25:04 GMT -8
Hutt's were vile, disgusting creatures. Gross Space Slugs who the galaxy would be better off without. Much to the bounty hunter and enigmatic rogue Kul Brek's displeasure, he had been sent once again by his employer to work with a Hutt, this time the up and coming Vigo of the Black Sun.
Along with two of his men, Kul had infiltrated the Throne Room of Jabba's Palace where he was now waiting for the crime lord to appear. The trio had managed to infiltrate the palace in secret, not necessarily because security was lax but rather the group was well equipped and experts at such operations. Kul had decided to take a seat on the Hutt's immense throne while he waited. Of course, he had it thoroughly cleaned and disinfected first. You never know what a Hutt left behind. He was tiny in comparison to the throne, but had managed to make himself comfortable with an arrangement of cushions and one of the death sticks he was so fond of. He'd also poured himself a glass of some strong liquor he found, though he wasn't entirely sure what it was he was enjoying it.
He suddenly had a thought. He could not remember the name of the man (if one could call him that) he was sent to negotiate with. "What's his name?" he asked Jonton, one of his companions. The man looked at him with a confused expression,
"Who?" he asked. "The fat bastard we're meant to be meeting, you utter nonce!" Kul replied in frustration.
"Splurgo...Surgo...uh...I don't know, you're the boss, you should know!"
"It was too many syllables for me. You know my stance on long words!" realising Jonton was useless, he looked to his twin brother, Jovamal. Jon and Jov weren't exactly the brightest pair but they were damned good at what they do. And one of the few people Kul, or rather his employer trusted with such tasks. "Jov?" he asked hoping the other man would remember. Unfortunately, Jov simply stared back with a vacant expression.
"Useless, the both of you!" he shook his head in frustration, before taking a long draw on his death sticks and blowing a large cloud of smoke towards the twins. "Guess I'll have to improvise," he grumbled.
Kul leaned back in his chair and took a long drink from his glass as he continued to wait for the crime lord to make his appearance. He was sure the Vigo would not appreciate the disrespect Kul was showing, which was all part of the plan. The offer Kul's employer had would no doubt prove far to enticing for the Hutt. Treating the Hutt this way was all part of Kul's plan to show the Hutt just how powerful his employer was, it was a power move...well that and Kul enjoyed string up trouble and making himself comfortable.
The Twilek was as good at flattering as he always had been. The Hutt was looking at his inmense body in a mirror. There was a new crack over his left eye, but it only added more candor to his delightful face. A slave stood next to him, with a box containing several jewels. "Do you want any, my lord?""Nahh"He pushes the box aside. Yurgo didn't need any jewels to enhance his beauty that day. His skin had been oiled and massaged during the first breakfast and he looked stunning. He extended one hand to the plate held by a second slave, covered with a pile of something with many legs. The Hutt took one and chewed it, cracking the hull with his prodigious mouth. "Tunga da banah, calliooh Itzaleah""Yes, master"He started to slither, laborously, his rotund mass outside the splendid chambers, heading down the ramp that led to the inferior levels (once the palace had stairs, but they weren't so comfortable for a Hutt, so they had been replaced with ramps). The palace was awakening: the Gamorreans were fighting over food, slaves or Sabacc, the slaves themselves looked as miserable and sleep-deprived as ever, the droids were taking oil baths, the bounty hunters awoke with hungover, a missing limb or pennyless, the handlers of the Hutt's menagerie hurried themselves to feed the dangerous pets on the palace and, Yurgo, he simply slithered down, surrounded by a flock of servants and retainers, followed by two MagnaGuards. The throne chamber looked empty in the morning save for... someone sitting on the dais.
"Hunga da chuuuubha! Dufendah mah!"The tail hits the ground, angry. The cry was heard with a potent echo. The guardsmen hurry themselves as much as they could, they were plenty. The MagnaGuards activated their staffs, placing themselves before the Hutt. And there was an individual in a red mask who moved his hand to a blaster pending from his wraist and started to circle the throne, like a predator. The monkey-lizards hid themselves behind lord Yurgo, while he was gasping, outraged. The Twilek majordomo moves forward with an accusing finger extended. "You! Brigand! What do you think you're doing in His Obesity's throne? You and... your filthy minions"
He took a long draw on his death stick and puffed out a large cloud of smoke before speaking. "I come bearing gifts for His Enormity. My employer and I are a strong believer in charity for honest, up and coming business owners." He paused and took another draw on his death stick. "Oh and by the way, I forget His Corpulence's name, sorry about that...I've got Splug in my mind...is that close?" he asked. Kul grew up in a small village in a remote region of Tatooine where the youth would often refer to Hutt's as 'splugs', a derogatory portmanteau of "space slug". It was rare outside his small village having originated there making it unlikely many would pick up on the meaning of the term. "Oh and excuse Jon and Jov, I know they're a bit filthy but water for showering's a bit tricky on Tat. I tend to use up all the water before they get a go. Sorry." The twins clearly looked displeased with Kul's joke but of course did nothing about it other than give him a stare. |
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Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on May 3, 2020 0:38:45 GMT -8
"That's a vintage Antakarian Fire Dancer, sithspawn"
Said the valet, gasping. The Hutt then shoved him aside, which sent him to the ground, and slithered forward.
"Your... employer"
He used Basic for the first time. The venomous green eyes narrow. The Hutt seemed curious about such a daring individual, specially since he talked like the folks from Tatooine's worst slums.
"It's Yurgo Besadii Orube, you sleemo!"
Yelled the majordomo, trying to get up on his feet again. A stare from the Hutt silenced him.
"I will forgive your insolence, because you're no fool and you're daring enough as to trespass into a vigo's palace without fearing the consequences. Someone powerful enough is backing you up"
He then grabs a monkey-lizard that was climbing his belly, throwing it away while it screamed; or laughed, one couldn't be sure. Itzal, the Crimson Corsair, looked at the thrio from the slits in his helmets, the hand in the custom-made blaster, but his posture had relaxed.
"What do you want? Tell me before I lose patience"
The man had piqued his curiosity.
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Post by Moff Valen on May 3, 2020 1:02:24 GMT -8
"That's a vintage Antakarian Fire Dancer, sithspawn"Said the valet, gasping. The Hutt then shoved him aside, which sent him to the ground, and slithered forward. "Your... employer"He used Basic for the first time. The venomous green eyes narrow. The Hutt seemed curious about such a daring individual, specially since he talked like the folks from Tatooine's worst slums. "It's Yurgo Besadii Orube, you sleemo!"Yelled the majordomo, trying to get up on his feet again. A stare from the Hutt silenced him. "I will forgive your insolence, because you're no fool and you're daring enough as to trespass into a vigo's palace without fearing the consequences. Someone powerful enough is backing you up"
He then grabs a monkey-lizard that was climbing his belly, throwing it away while it screamed; or laughed, one couldn't be sure. Itzal, the Crimson Corsair, looked at the thrio from the slits in his helmets, the hand in the custom-made blaster, but his posture had relaxed. "What do you want? Tell me before I lose patience"The man had piqued his curiosity.
"A shipment from Crimson Dawn of about three hundred A280C blaster rifles were recently seized by Imperial Customs heading for the Core Worlds. An extremely pricey shipment that I'm sure the intended buyers will not appreciate Crimson Dawn loosing. Very bad for the Exchange's reputation too no doubt. Somehow though the weapons went missing from Imperial Customs storage facility. It appears there was a heist by a band of pirates...anyway, my employer now has the weapons and they should be arriving at this palace in...about three hours...unless of course they don't hear from me. My employer wants these be to a gift, as a gesture of goodwill...a show of his sincere intentions. He is willing to make you a very powerful man, Your Immensity."
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Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on May 3, 2020 1:51:20 GMT -8
"Hummmmmmprrrfffff"
The Hutt inflated his cheeks, containing his anger. Some slaves were actually afraid he was going to snap and kill someone in a bout of anger. But he seemingly sweetened up at the mention of credits.
"The Crimson Dawn?"
He slithered around, pensive. The Black Sun and the Crimson Dawn were once related, but hadn't been in good terms for decades.
"Your boss is strong enough to play on them... interesting. And they cannot defend their own cargo..."
The Hutt's brain looked hard at work, metaphorical little wheels and cogs moving inside his enormous skull.
"I accept this gesture"
He stops on the place, looking at the henchman.
"I'm a powerful Hutt, already, you pitiful worm"
Guns and blasters again aiming at the intruders, but Yurgo gestures for the guards to lower weapons.
"However, there's always room for more power, I won't say no to such an offer. And what does he want from me?"
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Post by Moff Valen on May 3, 2020 21:43:11 GMT -8
"Hummmmmmprrrfffff"The Hutt inflated his cheeks, containing his anger. Some slaves were actually afraid he was going to snap and kill someone in a bout of anger. But he seemingly sweetened up at the mention of credits. "The Crimson Dawn?"He slithered around, pensive. The Black Sun and the Crimson Dawn were once related, but hadn't been in good terms for decades.
"Your boss is strong enough to play on them... interesting. And they cannot defend their own cargo..."The Hutt's brain looked hard at work, metaphorical little wheels and cogs moving inside his enormous skull. "I accept this gesture"He stops on the place, looking at the henchman. "I'm a powerful Hutt, already, you pitiful worm"Guns and blasters again aiming at the intruders, but Yurgo gestures for the guards to lower weapons. "However, there's always room for more power, I won't say no to such an offer. And what does he want from me?"
He had gotten Kul out of a tight spot on numerous occasions. Kul was very much indebted to his employer. Of course, the pay he provided didn't hurt either. |
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Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on May 5, 2020 3:12:36 GMT -8
He gasped, offended, raised a finger as to object, then thought twice about it and closed his wide mouth. A monkey lizard laughed, perched on his shoulder. The Hutt takes the beast and crushes its thin neck with a single hand, snapping it like a branch, then, Yurgo throws away the now-dead jester, like discarded trash.
"We have a deal. For now, I accept your terms"
The Hutt slithered, placing himself over the dais.
"I am curious to see what that master of yours can do! To the sunset and the raise of a Black Sun!"
The dead-silent courtiers took that as a queue to cheer and start some triumphant ruckus. Many started to take their usual positions and roles within the hall and a music tune started to be heard, while servants brought refreshments and drinks.
"You can join the revelries, if you wanted, man with no name"
Said the Hutt narrowing his green eyes.
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Post by Moff Valen on May 10, 2020 21:54:12 GMT -8
He gasped, offended, raised a finger as to object, then thought twice about it and closed his wide mouth. A monkey lizard laughed, perched on his shoulder. The Hutt takes the beast and crushes its thin neck with a single hand, snapping it like a branch, then, Yurgo throws away the now-dead jester, like discarded trash. "We have a deal. For now, I accept your terms"The Hutt slithered, placing himself over the dais.
"I am curious to see what that master of yours can do! To the sunset and the raise of a Black Sun!"
The dead-silent courtiers took that as a queue to cheer and start some triumphant ruckus. Many started to take their usual positions and roles within the hall and a music tune started to be heard, while servants brought refreshments and drinks. "You can join the revelries, if you wanted, man with no name"Said the Hutt narrowing his green eyes.
As the Hutt slithered over to his usual spot, Kul took a seat behind one of the guards, again acting as if he simply couldn't see the man. He stretched his legs out and leaned back in his chair, raising his glass, "To the sunset and raise of a Black Sun!" He decided to stay and enjoy the revelries. He couldn't help but be amused as the terrified courtiers suddenly erupted into festivities, clearly the tension from the air. "The names Brek. Kul Brek." |
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Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on May 11, 2020 1:05:22 GMT -8
He gasped, offended, raised a finger as to object, then thought twice about it and closed his wide mouth. A monkey lizard laughed, perched on his shoulder. The Hutt takes the beast and crushes its thin neck with a single hand, snapping it like a branch, then, Yurgo throws away the now-dead jester, like discarded trash. "We have a deal. For now, I accept your terms"The Hutt slithered, placing himself over the dais.
"I am curious to see what that master of yours can do! To the sunset and the raise of a Black Sun!"
The dead-silent courtiers took that as a queue to cheer and start some triumphant ruckus. Many started to take their usual positions and roles within the hall and a music tune started to be heard, while servants brought refreshments and drinks. "You can join the revelries, if you wanted, man with no name"Said the Hutt narrowing his green eyes.
As the Hutt slithered over to his usual spot, Kul took a seat behind one of the guards, again acting as if he simply couldn't see the man. He stretched his legs out and leaned back in his chair, raising his glass, "To the sunset and raise of a Black Sun!" He decided to stay and enjoy the revelries. He couldn't help but be amused as the terrified courtiers suddenly erupted into festivities, clearly the tension from the air. "The names Brek. Kul Brek."He said, trying to get hold of a creature that was trying to run out the bowl presented to the Hutt. Resistance was futile and the slug ate the thing with a nasty crunching sound. Yurog then licked his lips, pleased.
"I think you and I could get along, you Brek. I like rascals. Momma always said I liked the bad companies, you see, ho ho ho"
A surviving monkey lizard looked at Kul and laughed like a hyena. "Amazing thing to say by that spice-dealing blackmailing pirating mother of mine. What a magnificent Hutt she is! Shame I had to... ho ho ho... retire her... she now takes daily mudbaths in Nar Shaddaa and plays Sabacc games with Momma Desilijic, that nasty old bitch" |
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Post by Moff Valen on May 24, 2020 1:01:16 GMT -8
Kul noticed the Hutt taking offence, before deciding not to object. The mercenary very much enjoyed the discomfort and outrage he was causing, and the fact that the Hutt understood there was little he could do about it. His eyes followed the monkey lizard as is corpse was tossed across the room. Kul would have felt sorry for the thing becoming the target of the Hutt's anger if he didn't find them so insufferable. "I'm pleased to hear that!" he announced as the Hutt agreed to the terms. Normally he'd shake his new partners hands, but he wasn't so keen on touching a Hutt.
As the Hutt slithered over to his usual spot, Kul took a seat behind one of the guards, again acting as if he simply couldn't see the man. He stretched his legs out and leaned back in his chair, raising his glass, "To the sunset and raise of a Black Sun!" He decided to stay and enjoy the revelries. He couldn't help but be amused as the terrified courtiers suddenly erupted into festivities, clearly the tension from the air. "The names Brek. Kul Brek." He said, trying to get hold of a creature that was trying to run out the bowl presented to the Hutt. Resistance was futile and the slug ate the thing with a nasty crunching sound. Yurog then licked his lips, pleased.
"I think you and I could get along, you Brek. I like rascals. Momma always said I liked the bad companies, you see, ho ho ho"
A surviving monkey lizard looked at Kul and laughed like a hyena. "Amazing thing to say by that spice-dealing blackmailing pirating mother of mine. What a magnificent Hutt she is! Shame I had to... ho ho ho... retire her... she now takes daily mudbaths in Nar Shaddaa and plays Sabacc games with Momma Desilijic, that nasty old bitch" |
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Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on May 24, 2020 7:25:08 GMT -8
"As good name as any other, I guesss"He said, trying to get hold of a creature that was trying to run out the bowl presented to the Hutt. Resistance was futile and the slug ate the thing with a nasty crunching sound. Yurog then licked his lips, pleased.
"I think you and I could get along, you Brek. I like rascals. Momma always said I liked the bad companies, you see, ho ho ho"
A surviving monkey lizard looked at Kul and laughed like a hyena. "Amazing thing to say by that spice-dealing blackmailing pirating mother of mine. What a magnificent Hutt she is! Shame I had to... ho ho ho... retire her... she now takes daily mudbaths in Nar Shaddaa and plays Sabacc games with Momma Desilijic, that nasty old bitch" He laughed, the belly inflated like a balloon.
"Permanently, if needed"The Hutt swallows another disgusting thing. "What if I want to contact you, which channel will we employ?" |
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Post by Moff Valen on May 25, 2020 23:33:27 GMT -8
"Too right, my corpulent friend," Kul said leaning back in his chair and taking a drink. "I'm sure we're going to have a fair dinkum friendship. I'm stoked." He raised his glass, "Here's to retiring more nasty old bitches!" He laughed, the belly inflated like a balloon.
"Permanently, if needed"The Hutt swallows another disgusting thing. "What if I want to contact you, which channel will we employ?" |
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Post by Dragus on Mar 27, 2024 19:05:39 GMT -8
Sand devils spun to life and were just as soon dispersed as the repulsor engines of a low flying C-9979 modular refit soared over the dunes, belching clouds of black smoke from shrieking engines as it rapidly approached the palace, while a long wailing howl sounded throughout its inner hull as the drop bays of all four of its wings were open to the elements. A dastardly draconian figure leaned over the gateway into what looked like a sandy abyss from his perch in the forward port side wing, where his overlong tail firmly wrapped around a tether on the wall, and his claws gripped the stock and barrel of a well oiled tommy-blaster. The cherry of a fat cigar clenched between his jagged barabel jaws illuminated his saurian visage in the dimly lit wing, exposing a scaled mug marred with a thick scar that ran through his dead left eye. The rest of his rugged reptilian self was dressed up in a fancy black and white striped suit with a bold red tie that matched the blood red orb of the crooked crocodilian's right eye. Turning away from the open bay doors in the floor, the lizard turned interstellar space gangster climbed up into the rear of an armoured landspeeder with a blaster cannon mounted on the back. He slid behind the mounted weapon and wrapped his gold ring clad claws around the targeting controls. "Get ready!" Roared Don Dragleoni, pulling back the slide on the side of cannon he had strapped himself to, he warmed the tibanna in its arming chamber as he prepared to make a grand entrance.
He found himself joined by members of the notorious Black Fang, a mix of Outer Rim xenos driven to a life of crime due to outrageous taxes demanded by the First Order. The crocodilian crime bosses' driver was a business suit wearing night ewok named Sleebo whose weapons of choice were a set of hooked knuckle dusters carved from gorax teeth. Seated next to him was the saurian Sith gangster's right hand rodent, a scabrous ranat from the mean streets of subterranean Dragusblight, who was currently sharpening the yellow claws of his fingers with the edge of a stiletto style vibro-switchblade. The criminal underworld knew them as the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Your guess is as good as mine when it comes to whose what. Cigar smoke blew like dragon's breath from Don Dragleoni's grit fangs as the C-9979 jerked, causing the speeder they were riding in to rock on its mounting. The landing craft came down quickly as a green light flashed from a strobe overhead, joined by a klaxon call that let those readying themselves inside know that they were good to launch. The vibro-ice pick on the end of the Gangster Gecko's tail snapped against the armoured plating of the speeder, hissing sparks, signalling Sleebo to slam on the accelerator, while the Don snarled in hungry anticipation. "Go!"
Engines whined and speeders became briefly airborne as the first four dropped through the drop-bay doors and bounced as their repulsors fought to create a cushion of air between the bottom of each vehicle and the particulate grit of Tatooine's sands. Roaring up behind them was a small horde of swoop bikes, custom plated with crude spikes and painted in gamorrean tribal markings, which was fitting given the large green war boars riding in their saddles. Though expensive, Don Dragleoni knew first hand the destruction a gamorrean swoopbike gang could inflict on a civilian target. Worth the price, even if it ate up half the credits he had stolen from the Intergalactic Banking Clan with a little help from his friendly neighbourhood Magcor (a rancor with magnets for hands). All hell broke loose as the mobster mice and gangmember gamorreans began to open fire at the doors of the palace's lower hangar. They laid down so much heat that the metal plating began to glow red, then orange, and finally white before it fizzled into vapour and ran in a molten river that spilled across the interior floor. "Grenadez!" Snarled the racketeering reptile, waving his right claw at a pair of trigger-mice. They set their tommy-blasters aside and plucked from their chest bandoleers glass grenades full of a luminous green mixture that bubbled violently within their containers. They hurled them through the melted doors where the spheres shattered on impact and erupted in an expanding cloud of extremely lethal vapour. The Famine's Breath gas reacted with the air and spread rapidly through the lower levels of the palace, killing all variety of aliens in a most agonizing way, which for most involved drowning in their own boiling blood.
The charcoal furred ewok in the driver's seat slowed the armoured landspeeder to a stop, while spiked swoopbikes slid to a halt all around the crocodile crook and his furry posy. He took a puff from his cigar as he watched the viral vapours work their insidious magic on the inhabitants of the palace basement and ground floor levels. "Might az well make yourselvez comfortable, boyz." He hissed with a toothy sneer. "Nothing to do but wait." It was the downside of using poison gas instead of fighting their way hall by hall. They had to wait for the poison to disperse before they could enter safely. As it stood, only Don Dragleoni whose status as a hommunculai of the Dark Apothecary meant he contained a piece of the Dread Wyrm inside of him, only he could endure the venomous air. It could wait. Unlike the original, the Draconian Don was driven by a greed for credits, not needless bloodshed. There was no sense risking himself and doing all the hard work when he had a hired labour force of criminals right here beside him. He formed his overlong tail into a coiled spring to create a cushion, then sat back on it, settling in to wait.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 28, 2024 19:09:18 GMT -8
After the gas had cleared, Don Dragleoni and the gang members of the notorious Black Fang crime syndicate moved through the palace, wading through a sea of corpses, the pink of their flesh turned ashen by the poisonous vapours they had been subjected to. The most terrible aspect were the looks of horrendous anguish permanently fixed in place on their faces frozen with rigor mortis. The crocodilian crime boss stalked room from room, ready to train his tommy-blaster on anything that moved, but every scene was exactly the same. So this was the result of Famine's Breath, huh? He would have just gone in blasters blazing if he knew it was going to be this...effective. He eased into an arrogant swagger as he entered the throne room that had once belonged to Jabba the Hutt. The barabel boss took the long way around the grated section of floor where the former master of the house kept a trap door, which rumour had it dropped directly into a rancor pit. As much fun as that sounded, the draconian don had business to conclude.Reaching into a pocket within the inner lining of his pinstriped suit, the cigar smoking carnosaur pulled out his personal comlink and punched in the number for his client with a dirty talon. Cyborga, this is Don Dragleoni. The jobs complete. He paused as he listened to the reply on the other end, inaudible to anyone other than the criminally inclined haemonculai of the Dark Apothecary. The Don grinned, his fangs smeared with cigar ash. No, spice is fine. That's how I prefer to take my payment.
One Week Later After all the dead had been rounded up and shipped off to the Great Pit of Carkoon, the Black Fang shipped in courtesans and pleasure hosts from the Whores Eternal on Ryloth to see to the Palace's renovation, as well as Gamorrean boars from Pzob to provide security in the traditional Hutt manner (silly fuzzy diaper and all). The Palace menagerie was filled with a wide array of animals from across the galaxy, personally captured by the Outer Rim's most renowned purveyor of exotic beasts, Viggo Grimborn. Most importantly, the spice flowed. Glitterstim from the Spice Mines of Kessel, Ryll Spice from the rust red sands of Ryloth, and a flood of cheaply produced synthetic stimulants cooked up by sleazy Jawas that had transformed their sandcrawlers into spice-labs. The cellar was filled to the brim with barrels of Pzobian bloodwine, Roonian Red, Geonosian Bug Brandy, and fermented Blue Milk the local moisture farmers made themselves in improvised stills. Every pleasure in the galaxy was made available, it was a hedonistic paradise of excess and debauchery, no desire was too cruel to consider. Velvet curtains shielded the occupants of the side rooms, whose loud shrieks of rapturous sensation made clear what was happening just out of sight. An exotic mixture of alien scents mingled with the sickly sweet fragrance of spice infused pomanders that hung around the necks of many of the audience room's occupants.Sinister cackling could be heard from the rafters as green skinned kowakian monkey lizards swung from ceiling struts and supports, occasionally stopping to steal food from one of the many overladen plates of rare and exorbitant delicacies laying in heaps around the room, or to spit blood in the eye of an unwary victim for the mere amusement of it. Scantily clad twi'leks teased visitors and pushed all manner of substance, anything to dull the senses, before they plied their talents and sent them over the edge into ecstasy. This den of debauchery belonged to Cyborga, the criminal underworlds liaison to the Sith Eternal, and the direct benefactor of the many doors and opportunities for personal advancement that provided him. But make no mistake, that secret evil empire still had ways of making its presence felt. A Nu-Jake sat at a small table in the far corner of the room, playing with the drink he'd been nursing for the last three hours, his perfect blue eyes constantly studying the room. A curtain was pulled aside to revealed a satisfied human being led to the ATM by the pleasure pawed ewok maiden who had just relieved him, and was now relieving him further of his credits. A few of the aliens had too many fingers or the wrong number of eyes, marks of the Pater Mutatis' work. It was something easily overlooked given how much profit they stood to make.The Spice Triangle was open for business, and the spice...the spice flowed.
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