Log:Hutt Cartel: Sar Yavok visits Lord Eebua

Sar Yavok visits Lord Eebua

OOC Date: September 25, 2016
Location: Emerald Club
Participants: Eebua Gnuda, Sar Yavok, The Hutt Cartel, Nar Shaddaa Civil War

Early morning hours in the Hutt District are an odd thing. The streets forming the avenues between buildings are oddly deserted, save for the few wretches who passed out or did not make it home from the night before. For the most part, the only other souls that make their way along the street are either pushing something or looking for lost loved ones that never made it home. The Emerald Club is subdued, a few employees cleaning the club on the top level and a few dealers lounging in darkened booths round out the top level, while the wide ramp descending down to the VIP below is lined with Lord Eebua's security personnel. A mass of heavily armed Trandoshan security guards line the ramps and extend down the walls of the VIP, eyes alert as they watch over the massive crimson Hutt that is resting atop the white marble dais toward the back of the elaborately furnished VIP.

There's a lot of legends and tall tales around Nar Shaddaa. Par for the course when it comes to spacers. Something gets picked up along the way, gets bastardized, and gets spread around even more until it's cemented into the minds of every Thom, Dik, and Hari in the galaxy.

One of the legends circulating now is the Ballad of Rebel Yell and the Hutts. The story of how Sar Yavok single-handedly orchestrated to downfall of Wyrm the Hutt through, first, gorilla tactics, and secondly, all-out military assaults and orbital bombardments.

So if the Hutts ever had reason to fear another living creature, they had reason to fear Sar Yavok.

The Old Man wanders his way into the bar, moving with purpose toward the entrance to the VIP and stopping to allow any searches or questions that may be headed his way.

The security team guarding the ramp step forward, scanning and patting down Sar Yavok before allowing him passage down into the level below. Words spoken into com-links sends word ahead of the man of his identity and as such, once Sar has reached the dais of Eebua the Hutt, the thirty feet tall Hutt's purple eyes are alert and gazing at the man. The trandoshans lining the chamber have their blasters raised and are pointed in the direction of the man, though have not advanced any nearer than their stations against the outer walls. "Welcome to my chamber, Sar Yavok of the disbanded Rebel Yell. Your reputation precedes you. I must admit that I had expected a visit from you before now. Ax of the Waywards came to visit shortly after I dominated control of the Cartel."

"Glad to hear all that hard work weren't for nothin', after all," Sar responds, lazily trotting his way up to the dais and looking the big slug over. "Thought you'd be thinner," he remarks, hands moving to loop thumbs through his gunbelt. His light eyes glance around at the armed guards, but, if there's concern, it doesn't reach his face.

Eebua's purple eyes gaze down at the man with a scrutinizing intelligence, attempting to read the man's body language. He is silent for some time, allowing the lack of words to weigh heavily between them before his wide and slimy mouth splits into a grin and he chuckles shortly, his massive body rippling. "Yes. You likely grew accustomed to my inferior kin. No doubt experienced with those lesser beings who came before me, such as Zira and Junda. Few have had the pleasure of meeting one so close to transcendence as I. But I can assure you that their follies will not be my own. I have lived for over five hundred years. It was only a matter of time before I turned my attention toward the Cartel and snatched it from the hands of the unworthy."

"Five hundred years, huh?" Sar asks, brows raised. He offers a hint of a surprised 'hmmm' before he offers, "Reckon some folks just take a little longer to get ahead." There's a small shrug that's given and Sar's fingers tap against his pants.

"Now, Eebua, I ain't never been one to take too long with pleasantries or introductions. Half the time I reckon I ain't never gonna see somebody ever again, so I feel like there ain't no need in gettin' all familiar. You understand?" The rhetorical nature of the question is revealed as the Corellian continues. "And I'm of a mind to never have to look at you again, so what do you say we cut to the chase real quick?"

Eebua's grin widens at the jab from the tiny man, but he does not dignify it with a response. After all, Sar Yavok is beneath him. As for the latter comments from the man, Eebua dips his head in agreement and says, "Finally, a human who has his mind upon the right things. I cannot say that I am surprised that you have come to me. With the falling apart of Rebel Yell, you would easily prosper by becoming involved and working for Lord Eebua Gnuda." "Rebel Yell's discontinued operation was a voluntary liquidation," Sar clarifies, adding, "And I ain't coming to work for you. Thought to give your kind credit for bein' smarter than that."

The Corellian's brows knit together and his eyes pull into a squint. "You laid hands on a friend of mine, and that ain't gonna fly ever again. We clear?" Sar may be a hair smaller than the Hutt, but there's a level of piss and vinegar residing in the Corellian that is unmatched by man and Hutt alike.

The massive Hutt's grin widens even further, though rather than bringing any joy to the massive creatures expression, it instead makes him look even more evil. The thick purple tongue slides from inside the great maw and slithers around his wide lips before a great laughter booms about the stone room. Each hand extends to the side and the Trandoshan guards march as one forward, blaster barrels trained on the Corellian. "Do tell," Eebua says, his voice gravelly and dangerous. "As far as I am aware, I have not laid hands physically upon an adversary in quite some time. And those who have received the unfortunate circumstances of my ill intent have certainly deserved it. Who is this friend, Sar Yavok? Speak his name so that I might better understand the source of your frustration.”

"Hex," Sar says, clearing up the whole situation. His squint is pulled tighter as the Trandoshans close in on him, impregnating every woman in a 10 mile radius. His jaw tightens behind closed lips and he says, "I don't care what you think he owes you, or what you think his little friends owe you, we're gone clear this up right now; it ain't a damn thing, unless you want a problem with me and mine."

"That's where you're wrong, though, Eebua, and you just ain't come to terms with it," Sar says. "I ain't threatening you. I'm just making sure you understand what's going to happen if you over-crawl these boundaries." Sar sniffs again, saying, "There was a time when I'd gun you down right now for doin' what you did." A pause. "Reckon I got older. Wiser, too. So, I understand that there had to be repercussions for what he did. You made the mistake when you decided to whoop him for it."

"And if you think you're the only one with contigencies, you're a damn fool," Sar says, looking around at the Trandoshan guards surrounding him. He lifts a finger and swirls it around, indicating the armed lizards and saying, "Only difference 'tween me and you right now is that I've walked away from worse odds than this before." His hand falls to his side. "Don't test me,

Eebua shrugs his massive shoulders and waves a hand at the man. "There may be repercussions, but the difference between you and I is that I hold no attachments to those in the Cartel once I am gone. You may kill me." Another noncommittal expression, "But what happens to the Cartel after I am gone is of no concern to me. Hutts do not draw from the same sentimental weakness that the inferior species do. But if you step against me, if you kill me, all of your loved ones will pay the price after your death. If that is something that you can justify in your heart, then we are not so different, Sar Yavok." He grins again in that sinister fashion before saying, "I will continue along with the arrangement made out with Naelyn, because I am a Hutt of my word, and it benefits me. But I will make no deal with you that if the worm Hex continues to cross me, that there will not be consequences for him. And those consequences are at my discretion, not at yours Sar Yavok."

"As long as you understand the terms, your acceptance don't make a lick of difference to me," Sar says. The Corellian gunslinger lifts his eyebrows and says, "Now, call your goonsquad off, cause I got places to be and scorched Trandoshan brings back weird memories for me."

The booming laughter continues to rebound about the room in reply to Sar Yavok's words. Eebua makes no motion or reply toward his guards for some time before finally turning eyes at the Trandoshans cutting Sar from the exit and they part to allow the man a route to escape the Hutt's lair. Only once Sar makes his way to the doorway will Eebua speak once more. "Do consider my offer of working for the Cartel, Sar Yavok. You could prosper beyond your already considerable success."