Star Wars: Hunting the Hutts - Main Thread (SWSE)
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				Title: <strong>Star Wars: Hunting the Hutts - Main Thread (SWSE)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 10:42:49</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a3/Hutts.jpg)</div><br>The Twin Hutts, Zhar and Ruhk, rose to unimagined heights of power in the years following the destruction of the second Death Star and the death of the Emperor.&nbsp; Using an Acclamator-class Assault Ship, the "Jewel", as their base, they managed to seize control of an entire moon and spread their criminal empire throughout a hundred systems.&nbsp; <br><br>Kishor the Red was a mysterious figure who was rumoured to be connected a faction of the former Galactic Empire.&nbsp; In 17 ABY, he put up a bounty of one million credits for the head of either of the Hutts, or two and a half million credits for both.&nbsp; <br><br>--<br><br>The Cantina known as "Pirate's Rest" had seen the rise and fall of the Empire with little change in its clientelle.&nbsp; It was a common joke among its patrons that if Nar Shaddaa was destroyed, the Pirate's Rest would survive, floating through space.&nbsp; On this particular night it was filled well beyond capacity, a mixed bag of various criminals packed in nearly shoulder to shoulder.&nbsp; There was always some sort of trouble going on, whether a pair of humans involved in a fight, or a Rodian discharging his blaster into the back of a Bothan.&nbsp; But everyone knew, keep your conflict private, unless you want to fall for a very long distance with a sudden stop at the end.<br><br>The center of attention was the singer known as Liora, a Zeltron that could have made a fortune singing anywhere, but for reasons she didn't discuss never seemed to perform at any location but the Pirate's Rest.&nbsp; She was backed by a band of Duros musicians, and protected from any rowdy patrons by a pair of bored looking Gamorrean guards armed with massive vibro-axes.<br><br>Every table in the Pirate's rest was filled except for a single one in the corner.&nbsp; A Quarren sat at the table, nursing a mug of something blue that was glowing slightly.&nbsp; Next to him was a figure shrouded in thick clothing.&nbsp; The Quarren was Rellius, Kishor the Red's representative, who his companion was was a mystery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Hunting the Hutts - Main Thread (SWSE)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 06:47:54</strong>
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				<strong>"Oh, look. The Pirate's Best. Another cantina. Just as pitiful as the last one. And the one before that. And the one before--"</strong> the LOM protocol droid droned on in a voice that inflicted a dry, biting tone. Blunt and without pretense of politeness. His own was attached to him and never saw the need to wipe his memory. Thus, by now, the protocol droid had become a rather cantankerous and snarky character that pines for the simple pleasures of civilized life.<br><br>&nbsp;It moved with its slow, shuffling gait, a datapad in one of its hands.<br><strong><br>"Ambassador Lomsky,"</strong> the perky blonde chided as she stopped and turned towards him. Hands smoothed down the form-fitting black dress, glossy and snug to shapely curves, <strong>"Stop being such a brat. You are setting a bad example for our companion."</strong> She said, even as she returned to sashaying down the corridor. She referred to her new, shiny valet droid who scuttled along behind her, carrying three large pieces of matching luggage.<br><br><strong>"And here I was hoping for a lovely lubrication bath. No doubt anywhere on Nar Shaddaa would strip me off my servomotors at their first chance," </strong>continued the protocol droid, paying the woman no heed as he continued to gloomily critique the place. <strong>"This is hardly the place for the likes of me, you know," </strong>the droid spoke to any who would listen.<br><br><strong>"Yes, you'd do much better in the bottom of a trash compactor,"</strong> she teased. The well-escorted woman approached the cantina, the sounds of sharp heels clicking resoundingly across the metal plankways as she descended into the doorway, pausing to curiously give a cursory inspection of the establishment. <br><br><strong>"Ambassador, please escort my valet to the quarters you reserved and make sure to lock the door behind you," </strong>she added. And so the droids parted with their own, shuffling away while the LOM droid droned on about the perils of his existence and the inevitable, brutal demise they'd sure face because of their uncaring, spiteful master.<br><br><br>Picture (http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/3492/00tilia12.jpg)
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