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Post by Kingpin the Hutt on Jul 8, 2018 2:58:06 GMT -8
Kingpin the Hutt looks about majestically as he is carried across Bilbousa. "Empire, no empire; Jedi, sith.... All the same. Light - Dark or anything in between means nothing to me. Not if I have my credits!" Creepy eyes catching onlookers pulling out an ancient slugthrower Kingpin pumps off 8 rounds. Sentient creatures of all kind duck for cover. His Kowakian monkey-lizard, Hideous Stench, laughs itself silly
Kingpins staunch guard plows through the crowd like bulls through a china-shop, only with less civility. The path is cleared and kingpin, but a meter above the surface bowls in behind
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Post by Kingpin the Hutt on Jul 12, 2018 20:58:34 GMT -8
Floating in an elegant LO-KD57 sail barge Kingpin looked out over his domain. Life was good.... So long as you were a morbidly obese crime lord. Lonely at times yes but so what? His Kowakian monkey-lizard, Uglyas Sin, on a short leash, laughed diabolically. The barge, and it's contents were loaded onto a TL-1200 transport, laden with riches. All said and done the hatches were secured and the ship lifted off and was gone
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Post by Dees on Sept 11, 2018 22:32:43 GMT -8
Dee set the freighter down on the landing platform and sealed her helmet closed over her head. She never liked coming to this planet and resigned herself to lounging in the pilot's seat.
AVI had taken his position at the entrance, riding the ramp down as it lowered. He had on his Grey-green cloak to hide his frame and his armament. He planned to join Fumnanya and the away party, part as a guard, and part to get a feel for what was to be expected of him later on. He looked back and waited for the rest of the crew so he could join.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 15:39:13 GMT -8
Dikeledi, who shares both Dee's love of reading and pronounced dislike for the world they are presently on, expresses her distaste for Nal Hutta aloud as she dryly tells their pilot, "Keep the engines running," as she exits the cockpit, having been pleasantly surprised during their shared time on the last leg of the journey to learn that Dee can, despite all evidence to the contrary, shut up and just enjoy the silence.
Fumnanya, poking his head into the cockpit as Dikeledi makes her way to the boarding ramp, playfully warns Dee, "Don't keep the engines running, Vejide would not be pleased."
Holding a hand out to allow some of the greasy rain that all too commonly falls on the city to pool in his palm, Fumnanya scowls as he flicks his hand to get rid of the water as he tells AVI, "Stay with the ship. Lifting the hood of his poncho up over his head, he smirks as he adds, And don't hide your weapons, let any schutta looking for ships to prey on have a look at what it is they'd be going up against."
Sending Dikeledi and Nkosana to rent a hovertruck large enough to carry their shipment to the warehouse where Shabnam the Hutt has deliveries from Ryloth stored, Fumnanya hangs out with AVI to keep an eye out while Vejide checks over the Geheim Masjien's and hyperdrive. After Dikeledi and Nkosana return with the hovertruck, Fumnanya and Vejide help them load the hovertruck with the crates of spice concealed in grain or hops as befits the bar owned by Shabnam that uses the warehouse they will be delivering them to. As anticipated, the delivery proves to be routine, it being anyone's guess whether or not the two times Nkosana announces that he thinks they are being scoped out by potential thieves or rivals of Shabnam are more than signs of his paranoid imagination at work.
"Any trouble? Fumnanya asks AVI as, after the hovertruck has been returned and he and the others are heading up the boarding ramp, he pats AVI on the shoulder and then says, Come on, let's get outta here, and then calls out to Dee, Set a course for Coruscant, Dee."
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Post by Dees on Sept 12, 2018 17:17:17 GMT -8
Dee nodded at Fumnanya and waited for them to go beyond earshot of the ship to kick off the engines and put the ship into hot standby. Propping her feet up on the console, she kept the comm ready for any trouble before pulling out her book again. ===== AVI let out a disappointed whine after being told to stay put. He was looking forward to getting some experience on the ground. Shrugging, he rolled his shoulders, dropping his cloak on the ground at the entrance. He reached behind his back and grabbed the heavy repeating blaster and headed down the ramp to begin his patrol around. Marching around the ship, he was cautious to listen to Niko, even though his ramblings were sure to be just that. However, each time someone was pointed out, AVI spun on a pivot to examine the situation. It wasn’t long before their return and AVI followed them onboard. No trouble. Niko figured we were being spotted, but they were just a couple of birds.He grabbed the cloak and threw it over his shoulder, heading back to the cabin to go into standby mode. ===== Dee, watching them approach, kicked the engines back on again while finishing a few lines in her book. Setting it down on the console, she pulled back on the stick with everyone onboard. With the landing legs and boarding ramp sealed and secured, she gunned the throttle to get out of the filth of the city. |
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Post by Kian Ti on Nov 12, 2018 9:40:10 GMT -8
A luxorious mansion on the outskirts of Bilbousa
"...so in summary: that would be quite a good sum on the black market, Syndicate leader", concluded the sun-burned trader in front of Kian Ti, as he was inspecting the Dragonboat freighter's wares, consisting of mainly Spice and other drugs. Four Trandoshan's and six Weequay pirates guarded the Kaminoan crimelord, as she was so far waiting for the shady merchant man to finally finish his inspection of the wares she intended to sell.
"So, does the offer still stand?", she asked monotonous, sounding nearly bored, "Your droids for our wares within this freighter?"
"Well, of course, of course", he praised jovial while he was about to leave the ship in order to make the way to his mansion, "I'll show them to you right away!"
Silently the pirates followed the merchant, as he lead the party along, being so far excited about the wares. Kian Ti recently had heard of this man, as he apparently had contacts to political factions within the Outer Rim, who were responsible in funding the New Separatist movements on Geonosis. Normaly she wouldn't be interested in the meddlings of the Separatists, but their technology was another thing. Having been recently able to buy a full compliment of Rogue starfighters from a contactman to Baktoid Combat Automata, Ti knew that she could utilize portions of their technology for her own purposes.
When she heard of a merchant, who apparently had still a storage of somewhat functional IG-100 Magnadroids, the Syndicate leader knew that she had to convince him to sell it towards her. Humanoid, middle of his age, recently arrived at Nal Hutta, new in buiseness - the typical ex-Separatist who left the sinking ship just in time.
She gave Lok Sertono, her Weequay mentor and advisor, a slight nod on the way, before they finally arrived at the storage depot, where the salesman had apparently left them. As the small party entered, the room was already dim-lighted, even though the dark, menacing figures of humanoid droids within the depot room revealed quickly what was inside of it. With her green eyes mustering the whole collection, Kian Ti noted already several details as they made out the actual ware.
"How many?", she inquired after everything seemed to be set.
"20, as you might be able to see yourself", the salesman laughed dirty, "Unfortunately I lost one of the Sheathipedes with another compliment of them, but well... I guess twenty of these bastards should also do it for your purposes. Smuggleing Confederacy wares from Geonosis these days is quite dangerous as they need every droid on the frontline... so I guess you will understand."
"And they're unarmed as well", Ti added in a cold voice, "They will listen to my commands?"
"They're fresh from the factory, not even activated yet - so sure, they will", the merchant laughed before he went on, "Allow me to demonstrate, how they wo-"
Within the blink of a second the merchant laid dead on the ground, as a blaster shot from Lok's weapon took him down midsentence. Another salve was fired on the dead body, just in case, while Kian Ti watched the whole buiseness unsurprised.
"Thanks, Lok, that was all I wanted to hear from him", she replied somewhat more pleased before she glanced at the inactive MagnaGuards once more, "Defuse the bombs he hid within the droids and tell Wyak that the second transport is ready to land. The servants of this fool will be a good ware."
The Weequay nodded, contacting the other pirates via Intercom, while the rest of the squad was already on their way to get rid of the timed bombs inside of the MagnaGuards.
"It's good to see that you have improved a lot", he commented dry, while he was watching the scenery, "Was it because you also noticed the vents on our way, which could be used to fill the corridors with nerve gas?"
"The droid had no weapons on them", Ti remarked somewhat amused, "It either meant that he was a lousy merchant, which I doubt to be the case by a former affiliate of the Techno Union or that he wanted to scam us. And no matter how naive he presented himself, he probably had hoped that we would buy his wares after he showed us how functional they were, sent them with us, while they would have blown up within our hideout. Amateur techniques! You might be able to kill off a senator with such a cheap trick, but not an expert.
While even if he didn't plan to betray us, he nontheless deserved a quick death for his naive attitude. I don't sell THAT ammount of spice for just 20 droids."
Lok grinned dirty, while he only shook his head as he looked upon their murdered contact man.
"So what to do with him and the mansion? Good, old generator accident, where the entire building explodes once we left?"
"Selling it to the Hutts, while I will blame Goz Nakh and his men for the whole incident."
Raising an eyebrow, the Weequay studied her sceptical.
"I made Nakh and his boys yesterday vanish without a trace during our last meeting in a side alley", he added carefully, before smiling, "Oh... right, you already knew that! Hah! That will make it even easier to blame them."
"While giving me finally the chance to introduce myself to his most likely angered boss at this point", Kian Ti concluded, already making her way towards the exit, "So ready up those MagnaGuards as fast as possible - by coincedence I already know a target for them, should diplomatic relationships fail to work."
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Post by Kingpin the Hutt on Aug 11, 2021 14:51:20 GMT -8
At an open market in the city Klarboa Yorg and Huta Addeb sat talking to one another. Business was good and among the Hutt that was what mattered -Klarboa Yorg- "Pattesa, mendee ya jah jee bargon." His friend and associate answered enthusiastically -Nuta Addeb- "Du bargon Dubh es du bargon macroon tee-tocka!" Both Hutt laughed and their converse carrier on for hours. As they spoke underlings carried news of their fortune to valued allies as rumors grew and spread far and wide. One only needed look around to notice things were rolling a might bit slow
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Post by Croakus the Corpulent on May 21, 2022 9:57:47 GMT -8
In a vat of bubbling ooze, Croakus lounged in his slime bath, resting his arms on either side of the tubs lip as he enjoyed the warmth spreading over his slug like flesh. Occasionally he would reach over and lift his glitterstim pipe, bringing one end to his large lips, his moist tongue glistening as he ran it over the drool seeping from the corners of his mouth. He inhaled deeply through the pipe, filling his large lungs with narcotic smoke, holding it there while the spice affected his chemistry and elevated his mood. His large eyes began to dilate as bubbles broke the surface of the slime bath and popped, releasing some of the Hutt's expelled flatulence."Onska chum shable, choka!" "Send in the sluts, now!" On demand, the doors to the hutt bath parlour opened and two scantily clad twi'leks with immaculate green skin sauntered over to Croakus' bath. A look of revulsion crossed their faces, but only for the briefest of moments before they once more put on a seductive facade, and began to slide into the warm slime bath with the corpulent hutt. Croakus wrapped an arm around the shoulder of each, drawing them in close.Oh ho ho.
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Post by Croakus the Corpulent on May 22, 2022 6:08:08 GMT -8
Emerging from the filthy slime filled tub, Croakus slithered across the spa floor and removed his signature wampa fur coat and hat from a hook. He didn't bother drying himself, gravity would take care of that. He slid his muck covered arms through the sleeves of his coat and slipped on his hat, turning the brim so that the ice beast horns were pointed forwards. Snapping his pudgy fingers, he summoned forth his two most loyal gamorrean hench-pigs."Chunna wansk, teelo. Shub dwim yurp chooba." "Come on, boys. Let's check on the girls." Accompanied by his goons, Croakus hit the streets of Bilbousa.Space pimping wasn't an easy game. Depending what planet you were on, you might have to watch out for the fuzz, some of which were actually fuzzy. Thankfully the Imperial bacon was usually happy to accept a bribe. Then there was your competition, other underworld gang bosses and street thugs. It took a heavy hand to deal with those sorts. Sometimes you had to make an example just so they'd know not to mess with ya.Croakus stopped his slithering as he passed a toydarian minding a vendor stall. He slid up to the winged alien and grabbed him by his long trunk like nose. He drew back his other hand and brought it forwards in one fast open handed motion.SLAP! Down went the toydarian as Croakus was already slithering across the pavement. Gork and Mork, his two gamorreans, kept most of the local riff raff at a distance, their thick green muscles glistening in the swamp humidity. Each carried a vibro-lance and knew how to use them. The Hutt pointed towards the nearby roadway next to the markets, where a bunch of females of various species were out...exhibiting, their uh...goods, for any landspeeder passing by. The girls surrounded the Hutt as he neared, not wanting to displease their beneficiary. Credits were exchanged. Those that were short... SLAP! ...but for everyone else, it was business as usual. Croakus resupplied all his girls with glitterstim for the more discerning customers. When he was done, the Gangsta & Goons moved on.
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Post by Croakus the Corpulent on Jun 11, 2022 5:00:38 GMT -8
Smack! Slap! Swat! Croakus left the girls reeling as he delivered his swift form of street justice to some unruly hoes. You had to keep a firm hand pimping on Nal Hutta. Societal expectations, you understand. Now black, bruised, and better prepared to serve the customer, the Hutt gangsta left his stable of indentured twi'leks to provide their services to the community while he slithered across town, still accompanied by Gork and Mork.Squeal! Snort! Oink! Squeal, Squeal. Snort! Turning, the massive slime covered slug alien looked into the porcine snout of Gork with his giant eyes, then turned back around and kept on slithering."Chunwana, Piggo." Rumbled Croakus in Huttese. "Grubski alwob, Nar Shaddaaa." |
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