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Post by Endicott on Apr 12, 2015 19:15:38 GMT -5
The hookah pipe's sickly incense aroma putrefied the precious air on the luxurious sail barge, the fat slimeball smoking it cackling in a deeply accentuated voice. The man before him quivered like a seldom plucked guitar string, pleading and on the verge of tears. The Hutt simply laughed, his breathing like that of a whistling kettle as smoke bellowed from within him.
"L-l..please, boss! I just couldn't bring myself to-.. I-I... D-d-don't kill me, I'm beggin' you!"
The Hutt's grin melted away with a puff of smoke and a stern emotionless wave rushed over him, his expression vacant. With his oily hand, he motioned for one of his men to pass him a T-6 blaster pistol, aiming it at the man's groin who stood before him. For a while he waited, statuesque... and then BOOM! The blaster's shriek paled in comparison to the man's agonised screams, the entire surrounding desert wasteland seeming to grow silent in the wake of the noise. Two bulky men held the wounded man in place, and the Hutt slithered closer, speaking in his native tongue.
"You have failed me twice. It is... rare, that I would ever allow such failure to cheat death once, but twice? Never. But don't worry, you won't die just yet..."
The harsh language coupled with his venomously accented way of speaking poured salt into the wound as a disturbing smile played upon the face of the slug. The T-6 whirred once more as it hit the man directly in the stomach, searing the the man's flesh with smoke pouring from it. The hookah mist that enshrouded the Hutt's face was cut through like a knife when he, again, slid closer to his prey.
"You do not know what it is to betray Zonna yet... take him and make sure he suffers for as long as possible!"
The two bulky men dragged the screeching shell of a man away, hopping off of the barge and disappearing into the desert as both Zonna and his men broke into a contemptuous laughter, the barge began to sail through the arid desert of Nal Hutta. Zonna elected to go below deck and enjoy the company of his dancers... all of them, in his eyes, physically perfect. They were all young, all vulnerable and all female... dressed skimpily and with all their lumps and bumps in the right places. The greasy claw of Zonna gripped the closest one, a delightfully pretty human who couldn't of been more than twenty. Even the man carrying Zonna's hookah bong was starstruck by her, almost dropping the pipe... and Zonna growled as he smoked the pipe.
Luckily for the girl, the palace was in sight and the barge lowered itself down on the bottom of the slope. The Hutt struggled to get off of the barge's steps, but with the aid of his MagnaGuards he began to traverse the slope, his droid protectors keeping to him like flies surrounding a cadaver and the other villainous rogues keeping around him a circle. The palace gate was lined with guards; they served him better than a camera... he wasn't go to get sloppy like Jabba. With the motioning of his hand, the gigantic metal doors were split open. It was a grand sight to behold as the two rusted doors split in two, but the real grandeur lied within.
Like an insidious network of wasps, the palace was rife with vice and sin; half-naked dancers dotted in every corner, shady looking rogues lining the walls and spice fiends huffing their precious dust. It was home to Zonna, and this was how he liked it. The MagnaGuards rusted servos murmured every second they followed him, and it was only when the humming stopped that you knew someone important stood before the Hutt; his loyal head guard stood before him with a smile, wrapping his arm around Zonna's greasy folds.
"Zonna! It's been too long since you've been in here. How ya' been?"
"I have... been dealing, with business. Taking care of Dov'Krey's trash. It pains me to do such things, but such things are.. necessary, as you are aware."
"Of course, sir. Oh, I forgot to remind you of something. A new slave girl was brought in about an hour ago. She's waiting for you in your private study... I know you like to evaluate the girls."
"Gooooooooood... I will return shortly."
The two men chuckled as Zonna creeped towards his own room, licking his lips with his foul tongue. As he entered the room, the girl was facing the wall, shuddering a little. The beast placed his hand on her shoulder, whispering in her ear.
"You have nothing to be afraid of, my sweet... oh, and what a sweet one you are..."
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Post by Jackie on Apr 12, 2015 20:28:19 GMT -5
While Viharra appeared decently calm (albeit nervous and tense) on the outside as she was ushered out of the skiff that had brought her to her new home, inside the Cathar was in a near panic. From the time she'd first found out she'd been sold to another Hutt, the young woman had been a mess, barely able to sleep for the past several days. Question after question would tear any hopes for relaxation away from the slave, hope would briefly flare in her that perhaps her situation here would be better than it had been with her last owner, unfortunately her inner pessimist would quickly crush such hopes with the knowledge that in all likelihood, this Hutt would be just as cruel, if not more so, than the last one. The guards that arrived to escort her to wherever they so pleased were the rough looking sort Viharra had come to expect, the looks they gave the nearly nude Cathar were unnerving to say the least, but save for one of them putting a firm hand on her arm as she was lead off the skiff, both would keep their hands to themselves. Seemed they respected this 'Zonna' enough to not mess with his property without permission, or perhaps they did so more out of fear. As she was lead out of the hanger area and further into the facility, Viharra quickly became aware that this palace was much bigger than the one she'd last called home for the past five years, which likely meant her new master was more influential than her old one. Of course this did little to calm the girl's nerves, just because the palace was nicer didn't mean the Hutt that resided within it wasn't a complete sadist.
What could she do though? Viharra was powerless to do anything about her situation, she'd attempted to escape a few times when she'd first been sold to her first master, the punishments for each attempt had been severe, and the Cathar was certain that had she kept at it, she'd be dead by now. Escape from this palace was even less likely seeing as it was bigger and nicer than the last one, it was a safe bet that it was also better guarded. Down the corridors they would walk, taking a few turns here and there before eventually coming to an ornate door. It was plain to see it was an office or study of some sort, and an empty one at that. Viharra would be released once inside, the two men that had been escorting her promptly taking their leave and closing the door behind them, leaving the young Cathar alone inside the room. More waiting, more tension and nervousness. Slowly Viharra would pace around the room, hugging herself lightly as her eyes graced the various pieces of furniture and other decor in the room.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been in that room, five minutes? Ten? Fifteen? It felt like hours, and the knot in Viharra's chest was so tight it was a wonder she could still breathe, and it was then that it would finally make it's appearance. The Cathar had had her back to the door when it creaked open, Viharra stopping dead in her tracks as she heard the grotesque slug slither into the room. As it approached, the girl would hug herself a bit tighter, unable to bring herself to face the Hutt. She'd physically flinch when it placed it's hand on her shoulder, but she didn't dare jerk away from the foul smelling creature for fear of what he'd do to her if she did. Viharra was terrified, and it was all she could do to keep herself from crying, how she wished Asit'lufa was here... Even in situations like these, the Twi'lek had always been able to put her at ease, but now her closest friend was lightyears away, leaving Viharra to face her new fate by herself... The young woman would remain quiet at the Hutt's words, her skin crawling as each one dripped from it's mouth like so much saliva. She had no idea what to say, no idea what to do.
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Post by Endicott on Apr 26, 2015 15:04:10 GMT -5
Zonna's groaning only served to create tension, as he observed this rare beauty before his eyes. The crime lord had seen many a girl pass through his halls of debauchery and deviance, but there was something more captivating about this one. Perhaps it was her vulnerability mixed with her beauty. Zonna cared not; he was out for pleasure, and he would attain it. The girl seemed to be almost frozen in time, as though unaffected by the plethora of vice seething from this palace of loneliness and despair. But what difference did it make? The Hutt begun to whisper sourly in her right ear in his native tongue, caressing her shoulders with his oily ham-handed claws.
"Would you... like to come and see more of the palace? Perhaps there's a way I could make you more comfortable."
The girl seemed to shudder, her tongue stuck in place as she tried to answer the slug. Zonna grabbed her shoulders and began to twist her round so she could face him, his hands still on her shoulders but deviating downwards...
"Why are you so tense? Living under my employ is nothing short of luxurious!"
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Post by Jackie on Apr 30, 2015 10:21:40 GMT -5
One would have thought that after five years of being in close proximity to a Hutt, you'd be nose blind to the constant odor they gave off, but even now Viharra's nostrils were being assaulted by the foul smell. That wasn't nearly as bad as the feeling of his oily hands upon her shoulders however, the sensation made her skin crawl and the urge to try and pull out of his grasp was nearly overwhelming, but to do so would have likely incurred a harsh penalty. The Cathar's mind scrambled to find something to say when the Hutt talked of showing her around the palace. The notion of this creature wanting to make her stay within his abode a comfortable one was a bit shocking, even if she believed it to be a mere facade, it was still a facade her previous master had not even bothered to erect. However, it appeared she didn't answer with Zonna's desired quickness, and she would be made to turn and face him. The knot within her stomach clenched tightly, though fortunately the one within her throat finally loosened, her mind finally kicking into gear as she gazed upwards into the slug's large eyes.
"I..." The Cathar would pause for but a moment, clearly filled with apprehension and uncertainty, before managing to continue. "I apologize m-master, I don't doubt my life here serving you will be a p-pleasant and fulfilling one, the change of scenery just has me a bit nervous is all. I'm grateful for your hospitality and would very much love to see more of the palace." Despite her words being nothing more than polite lies, Viharra was very good at sounding sincere, and she definitely didn't want to insult her new master in any way, lest she risk seeing just how miserable he could make her life.
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Post by aardvarklord on Apr 30, 2015 10:59:56 GMT -5
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. How was this happening?! Shona had been so careful up until now, or so he thought. He'd avoided drawing attention to himself, he'd managed to avoid doing any unsavory business deals which could have left him in debt, he had made sure that any dangerous information was handled carefully, he managed to avoid getting his own personal name attached directly to his image of power. But there was one thing he had forgotten about: the hutts do as the hutts will. He was at the mercy of their whims as long as he was within their region of space, and business placed him there very often.
Thankfully, he wasn't made into an actual target of the hutts, and as far as he knew this Zonna hadn't pieced together that he was the information broker himself, rather just his preferred contact. However, that didn't make getting an invitation to meet with the hutt and discuss a potential long-term business proposition on behalf of his fictional 'Patriarch' wasn't exactly encouraging, especially with the person giving the invitation stating how important it was that he act on it. Oh, many people would have jumped at such an opportunity, but Shona wasn't one of them. He knew that rejecting the invitation was suicide, even if he made a run for the core systems, and he knew that hutts didn't look well on people who tried to skip out on business dealings either. It had put him in an ugly situation, but unfortunately there was only one solution which could end well for him, and that was to go to the hutt's palace.
Getting to the place was easy enough, just asking for Zonna's palace was enough to get him plenty of directions, and on the ride over he checked up on information regarding the hutt. Nothing too spectacular at a glance, salvaged a crumbling empire of sorts and has been something of a rising star, though the emphasis was on the term 'rising.' Zonna wasn't quite a top gun yet, but he had climbed alarmingly quickly and was still very dangerous to those who weren't paying attention. This wasn't a stupid hutt, he knew what he was doing and could probably become the king of the rubble pile that was Nar Shadaa if the other hutts weren't careful. Whether that would happen was doubtful, but for Shona's purposes it told him that he'd better be on his best behavior. Once he arrived at the palace, Shona was almost immediately struck by the sheer majesty of the place; he knew that it likely hid some secrets darker than the deepest pits of Nar Shadaa, but the glittering beauty was still impressive.
It was easy enough for the gate guard and secretary to find him on the invitation list, and before long he was guided into the lovely an entertainment hall which was currently lacking its resident slug but wasn't exactly busy at the moment to begin with. There were a few people about certainly, the band was still playing, a dancer was currently giving a personal treat to one of the guests, and several of the hutt's other guests were enjoying themselves, whether chatting with each other, playing some pazzak, or simply enjoying a drink at the bar. A few people took note of the Selonian, though most of them were just intrigued as to why one of the fuzzballs were this far out of Corellian space... and one particularly jittery fellow (who had to be a smuggler) seemed to make an expression of horror like he thought that Shona was a Wookie. Fortunately, none of the more brutish fellows took particular notice of him so Shona was able to avoid the full-blown panic of getting killed right now and was able to just focus on not having a mental breakdown over a potentially imminent demise.
Uncomfortable with drinking, talking, or playing pazzak (though that last one was just keeping his credits safe), he settled for finding a place near the band to focus on listening to them. He sat there for about five minutes wringing his hands, eyes wide with panic and twitching at every little sound. Eventually he got up and went to the bar, paid for something light, and took it back to his seat, holding it in both hands just to keep his hands from tearing his fur off. As he looked at everyone, he noticed a dead-eyed look from the dancer. It... wasn't helping his panic. This was going to be his first grey hair at this rate. Oh... hopefully the hutt wouldn't be too harsh on him... or had some bone to pick. Please let this be a business transaction that works well for both of them. Please oh please let it happen quickly, cleanly, and let him leave the palace with all limbs still functioning and tongue still in his head and ears intact (well, mostly) and... BY THE FORCE IT HAD ONLY BEEN TWENTY MINUTES!
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Post by Endicott on Jun 27, 2015 17:22:10 GMT -5
Zonna was enjoying the company of his new pet, that much was certain, but the Hutt's reptilian demeanour gave off an enigmatic streak in his motives (though it wasn't like Hutts were known for their ulterior actions). The slug removed his hand, which oozed with slime and left a hideous stain on the Cathar's back, the creature's disgusting claw stridden with the feline's hair. Before he could get in another word, a man appeared at the door and made himself known. Zonna was, initially, enraged and went over to the door and disabled the locking system. The Hutt's native tongue gave his anger a spicier flavour than if he simply spoke Basic, and the generic goon looked a little alarmed.
"I thought I said I wasn't to be disturbed! The palace better be under attack or I'll have your head, you understand?! Nobody interrupts Zonna!"
The man cleared his throat and raised his hands a little, and his eyes conveyed as much fear as the man Zonna was about to be alerted of.
"Sir, the Selonian is here to see-"
"The Selonian?! Why in the name of the Force wasn't I notified?! Get out of here, you slime!"
The man backed away and Zonna hurriedly, or as hurriedly as a slug-like being could be, made his way over to a couple of guards whom he whispered to before making his way over to a downstairs meeting room. The two men he's spoken to approached the quivering shell of a man... or cat, rather, and began to escort him at blaster point to the meeting place. The dancers stopped momentarily, and the palace fell eerily silent with all the commotion, but the volume rose as the two guards motioned for everyone else to get on with their business before descending the wide staircase to where Zonna awaited. It appeared to be a conference room with a long table and many chairs, though the only person who had taken his "seat" was Zonna himself, and the many guards in the room motioned the Selonian into a seat not too near but not too far from the Hutt, their hands all on their blasters. Zonna simply grinned before speaking Huttese to the man.
"Welcome to my palace. I hope your stay has not been too uncomfortable."
The man seemed unnerved by all the blasters, but Zonna chuckled.
"Just a precaution. You can never be too careful in a time like this. Assassins are everywhere. But you did not come here to talk of the troubled times we live in... you came to talk BUSINESS. And so, let us discuss business..."
The smile of a scoundrel crept across Zonna's face, and his two greasy hands were rubbed together as he awaited the Selonian's response.
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Post by Jackie on Jun 30, 2015 22:30:49 GMT -5
(Sorry for the measly length, just keeping it moving.)
When Viharra felt the Hutt lift it's slimy hand from her back, she almost felt compelled to grab the nearest bit of cloth and scrub herself raw, the feeling of the residue on her back made her skin crawl horribly, but she refrained from doing anything of the sort. Fortunately, a firm knock upon the door would draw the slug's attention from her, unfortunately however, it also seemed to send him into a fit of rage as he went to see who was disturbing them. The fact the Hutt could go from content and serene to extremely angry in such a drastically short amount of time instilled great fear in Viharra, and she worried that perhaps she would be a victim of this anger before long, whether she'd done something to earn his ire directly or was just present for him to take his aggressions out on, regardless of if she was the one who caused such aggression or not. Viharra's attention was pulled from the fear-inducing line of thinking by the guard's words however, something about a Selonian. The Cathar wouldn't get any more information than that however, rather Zonna would turn around and insult the man for not having informed him sooner, ironic considering he literally just threatened to have the man beheaded for his interruption in the first place. Next thing Viharra knew, the worm was gone, and she was left alone in the room to her own devices. Breathing a sigh of relief, the tension seemed to roll off the Cathar as she glanced around for something she could use to clean herself up with.
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Post by aardvarklord on Jul 1, 2015 9:18:58 GMT -5
After what felt like an eternity, the moment that Shona had been waiting for, and dreading, arrived. Two of the palace guards came to collect him, and while in his head he knew that it was probably just a passive show of force to dissuade him from any funny business, it certainly wasn't reassuring to know that his life was basically in the hutt's hands. He got up obediently, clutching his datapad tightly as he was lead down into the depths of the palace. It was to be a private meeting, probably only with Zonna himself, or perhaps a few of his trusted lieutenants. Then again, probably not even that, considering he was dealing with an "information broker's assistant" and the more cards he showed the worse off things could hypothetically be. Not that Shona was intending that. Nope. He had zero intent of earning the ire of a hutt. Any information he gleaned was to be stored away only for absolute emergencies in a situation where Shona was already a dead man.
He smelled the hutt's meeting room before he saw which one it was. While he had a strong stomach for smells, hutts were still pretty distinctive in this regard. Sure enough, he was guided into a room with the enormous worm spread out in a 'seat' nearby and promptly ushered into a seat of his own. A blind, deaf, comatose lobotomy patient could tell that the selonian was terrified. He was shaking so bad that he could pass for a massage chair. Still, when the hutt addressed him, he did everything he could to take a quick breath and straighten up, still quivering but finally in something resembling a business mood. "N-not at all, great and magnanimous Zonna," he stated in fluent Huttese, his voice light and meek as he bowed his head respectfully (or perhaps more in submission), "The palace has been exquisite." That wasn't entirely true--he was ready to cack his pants. But that wasn't the palace workers' faults; he was more concerned with what the guards or Zonna might do to him.
The comment about the guards didn't really get much in the way of a response besides an understanding nod and a meek "Of course." But then it was down to business, to which Shona quickly tried to straighten up properly yet again and took another deep, calming breath (and nearly regretted it thanks to the smell, but nevermind). "Ah. Yes. Um... yes you wished to speak with me about an offer for myself or my employer?" he asked rhetorically, just making sure that they were both on the same page. He figured that wasn't all that Zonna wanted to hear of course, so he added quickly, "The Patriarch expressed interest in this of course, especially considering the great Zonna's meteoric and magnificent rise." Was he being perhaps a little too deferential to the hutt? Maybe. But it would be better to be overly polite and be told to ease up than to accidentally insult the worm.
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