Log:Hutt Cartel: Lord Grohk Takes Visitors
Grohk the Hutt Lord takes visitors.
OOC Date: 30 June 2018
Location: Ebor's Rest
Participants: Daven Ohtani, Kari D'Aramis, Xan, Grohk
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Upon entering into Ebor's Rest, one would hardly know that only two nights past a battle had waged long into the night. The house 'staff' had clearly been hard at work cleaning and repairing any sign of the violence from existance. Revelry is underway in the many sitting areas, gambling den, and dance floor. And yet, Lord Grohk Anjiliac Diresto pays no heed to any of this. The large Hutt can be found near the rear of the space in a private area reserved for Hutt Cartel members, and those others employed by the Hutt personally. The purple alien is held aloft by the eight spider-like cybernetic legs that hook into various ports along his body, and a steady chink of durasteel weight plates can be heard as Grohk curls a heavy weight bar rhythmically. The hutt grunts with each forceful curl, inhaling deeply with each drop of the bar to his massive belly.
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Ebor's Rest is just another site for Hutt Cartel Debauchery, and Daven is no unfamiliar figure to it. Very recently on the scene, the young man had made a quick splash. Kicking down minor gangs from taking Shaddaa's usual mayhem too far out of line. For executing smuggling operations that continue to be profitable and under cover. Being trusted not to skim more than is overlookable. He is hutt-less these days, shifting ties of allegiances and less than stellar lieutenants falling by the wayside. Hes a taller figure, accompanied by two short women. One meant to be seen and remembered with purple bordering on black hair and blue skin. The other a short pale woman. He is dressed well, vests and blaster on hip, allowed to be taken by guards before he is allowed before Grohk. "Good day, Lord Grohk. Are you too busy for a social call?"
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The blue-skinned one stands a good half foot taller than the pale echani to Daven's other side. Her violet hair is segmented asymmetrically and braided on either side of her head, the coils tied off and linked behind her head with delicate chain. Her silvery dress is tantalisingly close to being transparent, and her long legs lend her a prowling aspect when she moves. She appears to be holding an unmarked box, and lingers half a step behind the captain at all times. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=
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The shortest of the women pulls back her hood when they enter, revealing shockingly white skin, lips, lashes, and hair, though it's probably only shocking to people who are used to seeing other than that on a daily basis. In these parts, there are plenty of species running about. A silvery gaze sweeps Ebor's Rest, taking in the exits, any muscle, the location of the clearly more trusted members quickly. She moves with an unobtrusive ease and is not one to be recognizable by name or face in these parts aside from her recent affiliation with her companions. Notably, there are no blasters at her hips, but there is a vibroblade visibly strapped to her back. The rest of her is clothed in layers of soft clothing, shades of night accented with smokey hues and bound by strips at various key points to keep it from getting in the way, below her shins, at her elbows.
Elegant, yet highly functional for those seeking to remain quiet, but curiously there is no sign of any armor. At her hip is a vibrant cobalt colored pouch, pristine, clean. Her white locks are somewhat unruly, some of the top tied back, but nothing falling much longer than her chin. She stays one step behind Daven and off to the side.
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The chrome-like curling bar is large enough to span the Hutt's stomach, curved in the center so that Grohk's form doesn't impede the bars travel up and down as the alien growls through a few more reps. Security has parted to allow the three entry into this reserved space, freeing them to approach the Hutt as close as they dare. When Daven calls out to him, the Hutt studies him with a slightly narrowed gaze before he allows the bar to drop hard to the floor. Massive, ringed hands dust together against one another before the mechanical legs clink hard into the floor, pivoting Grohk to face the three. He lowers himself all the way to the floor and gestures toward a pair of Twi'lek slaves that soon rush forward, huge fans in hand which are soon put to work wafting gusts of air at the Hutt. "Certainly," Grohk rumbles in a voice reminiscent of grinding boulders rather than silken melodies. "You know my name, but I am afraid I am at a disadvantage."
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"My name is Captain Daven Ohtani, of the Misfit's Revenge." Thats a freighter that nobody cares about. "I'm a Lieutenant within the Shaddaa Cartel. To my right is Kari D'Aramis, famed Courtesan, to my left is Xan. A perceptive woman that is my right hand...maybe you should've been on my right." A quick blink at Xan before he looks back towards Grohk. Perceptive woman probably means security. But she is so small. "Before more than that, we've brought gifts for your esteemed lordship."
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Kari's eyes are on the hutt lord, never wavering for a moment as those mechanical feet shift into motion and bring him closer to the trio. "May I approach?" she enquires, lifting the box in her hands slightly. An odd, muffled sound can be made out from within. Soft croaking?
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Despite the vibroblade on her back, the tiny echani does not carry herself like a highly disciplined bodyguard or martial creature. Her form remains still, but in a casual slouch. When Daven introduces her, Xan lifts a hand to wiggle her fingers in greeting to the Hutt. "Right side," she notes. Xan watches quietly as the pantoran presents the gifts she is bearing, but slip to the fanning Twi'leks. "Cloudy soup," she whispers, her eyes widening at the silvery grey twi'lek.
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Grohk listens to Daven with an intense sore of gaze, eyes flickering toward each person as they are introduced and clearly posessing an intelligence behind their wide and gleaming surfaces. He finally nods his head to Kari as she requests to step closer, then leans forward to accept the offered gift with large hands. He opens the package himself, rather than have one of his goons perform the act for him. A pleased sort of rumble rolls from his chest and his wide mouth opens to allow his black tongue to snake forth and trail a slimy sort of saliva around his lips as he looks at the frogs. "Ahhh, thank you little one," he rumbles before handing the gifts off to a waiting servant. "I enjoy gifts quite a lot." Perhaps that is an acknowledgement of the quality of gift he received... or perhaps he is dropping hints that he wants more gifts. "So what brings the three of you before me? Are you looking for work?"
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Gifts are always nice, and a visit to a Hutt who has never met you is the time for gifts. "I'm making sure the work I'm doing now will still be sanctioned." Daven approachs as well, to not be talking loudly in this palace. "We've run drugs out of Shaddaa for awhile now, from Usha's contacts. Your father was aware, and approved of these operations." His hands wrap around his blaster belt, and thumbs press behind the belt buckle. "I am not against new work. New contacts, and chances to prove that I have the best crew on this moon."
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Kari drifts back once her gifts have been accepted and acknowledged, shimmering fabric slinking about her legs as she moves. She certainly doesn't /look/ the sort to be caught up in drug running and semi-legal shenanigans.. but perhaps looks can be deceiving. She also boasts no obvious weapons; there's no blaster belt on her, nor room for her to conceal anything beneath that figure-skimming dress. While the others talk, she flicks her eyes about the grand hall, taking in its opulence with a quiet thoughtfulness.
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When Kari pulls back, Xan starts to step forward, but hesitates as business starts to roll forward. Perhaps now is not the time for additional gifts. "It be good for you to know our skills," Xan adds to Daven's rundown. "Group has many strengths. People say I am thief. I not like this term. People think I only lift, or boost, or heist. I get to places that are hard to get to." Infiltrate. "I put things places that make wheels turn." Plant evidence, blackmail. "I make things happen way no one planned." Saboteur. "I steal things too. Lift, heist, slice. I find what way it takes to get job done."
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"Ahhh, Usha," Grohk muses thoughtfully as he studies Daven once more. "From what I hear she is quite the useful agent. And one under appreciated by the weakling Majun," the large purple hutt continues thoughtfully. "You tell her when you see her that if she is unhappy where she is that I will be happy to employ her here." There is a thoughtful silence from the hutt lord for a beat before he seems to come back to life and says, "Very well. If you want reliable work and aren't weakened by your conscience, I have a lot of work to get done. Myra Bale and Yoska Lash are already on the streets doing work for me. I would be willing to reinforce your contacts and open a few new doors for you... so long as you are loyal." His eyes shift toward Xan as he speaks, a wide smile curling his lips as he listens to her description of her talents.
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"She is a good person to have under your thumb." Daven agrees quietly with Grohk's assessment of Usha. He'll glance over towards Xan and her easy description of her available activities. "I'll be at the end of comm lines for you. Let me know if you had need of things." His hands lift from belt and spread wide at waist level. "I can't go around professing loyalty quite yet, 'specially when the other Hutts haven't made their bids for me service yet." A tom-cat of a man lifts his smirk towards Grohk. "But I'm a man who stays paid. If you've paid me, you have me. I don't jump ship for a better offer until our contract is up." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=
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"I don't expect you to go around professing your loyalty for me," Lord Grohk says with a deep chuckle. "You just don't let me catch you working against me under the banner of someone else, Daven Ohtani, and you will not have to worry about making an enemy of me," he adds with another wide smile. His eyes shift once more to Xan before he asks, "So how would you value your team at infiltration? I have a job on the books now that stand to make the Cartel a lot of credits."
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Kari lingers off to Daven's left hand side, the quietest of the three and ostensibly with the least to offer. Except, perhaps, for obscure gifts. She's a picture of statuesque stillness and practiced poise, her golden eyes returning to the hutt once her survey of the room is complete.
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Xan falls quiet again after she's said her part. She quiets, listens to the others, and doesn't seem to offer anymore information at the present. Instead, her eyes slip back to that twi'lek and then off to some indiscriminate point in a dull stare, a touch of melancholy there or maybe just the absence of mirth.
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"I don't expect you to go around professing your loyalty for me," Lord Grohk says with a deep chuckle. "You just don't let me catch you working against me under the banner of someone else, Daven Ohtani, and you will not have to worry about making an enemy of me," he adds with another wide smile. His eyes shift once more to Xan before he asks, "So how would you value your team at infiltration? I have a job on the books now that stand to make the Cartel a lot of credits."
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"We're probably your only real option." Daven is quick to profess. With the cocksure attitude of a man who is used to being in desire. "My courtesan here can get us into just about anywhere. And my...infiltration expert..here can do what needs to be done once we are in." His head cants to the side a touch as he looks to Grohk. The hutt is already speaking of jobs. "We can let you get back to your workout. Or we can speak somewhere more private."
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Lord Grohk considers Daven for a moment before he says, "Let us retire to my private floor and we can discuss the matter in detail." With that, the Hutt Lord is lifted up onto his cybernetic legs and held aloft for a moment before he begins to move, each leg stabbing down into the floor before moving him toward the wide and ornate staircase that leads to the upper floor. When they have arrived in the hutt lord's private hall, Grohk informs them all of the job. "If possible, involve Myra, Yoska, and Usha in the job as well. The more hands you have the greater our odds of success will be."
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