Log:The Cask of Old Pungno's
The Cask of Old Pungno's
OOC Date: April 5, 2019
Location: Lord Makooja's Private Hangar
Participants: Mak the Hutt, Tisk
The Hutt Hangar Bay can get quiet at times and peace will descend over the ships. But not since Tisk has taken up residence in a corner where she stacked some crates to portion of a small open aired area for herself. She is bopping around to some music she can only here as she works on a droid that is pried open with all sorts of wires and connections running into it. She does some jerky dance moves and then begins to solder a wire into place, leaning over to do so in the astromech like base. She wiggles her hips back and forth but not in any way attractive.
"You got the wrong kind of bad love!" She sings out, slightly off key but unknowingly so as the music continues to pump directly into her ears. She lifts the soldering iron towards her lips and does not touch herself but sings into it before setting it to the next wire connection.
Since smugglers have a nasty habit of waking up well after the Decent Folk have already gone to work, it's no surprise that anytime before noon is a... hard time to find anyone in the hangars. But not only is Mak not like most other Hutts, he's also not like most other smugglers. Good work ethic, healthy diet, up at sunrise, vigorous exercise.
Of course, many of the things that he does for 'exercise' are pretty familiar to both Hutts and Smugglers alike. And judging by the noises coming from his ship, he's either wearing out the punching bag again, or wearing out one of the milk cows. Let's not find out...
But not everyone in the Hutt Cartel is a lazy reprobate. There is at least one person other than Tisk who is actually doing his job today. A young Dug male in Hutt Cartel armor, with a bag slung over his weird shoulder hips. One of the hangar doors raises dramatically at his signal, and he does the Dug Wobble through the open doorway before it closes dramatically behind him.
Looking around, he sees the only sober person in the hangar, and raises one of his little hand feet in salute.
In perfect Huttese, he calls out "Excuse me! I'm here to deliver something to His Corpulence, Lord Zlurbo Qwig Makooja!"
If it was not for the change in lighting Tisk would not likely have known anyone was there but since it changes how she views her work she looks up. The goggles she is wearing make her eyes look buggy with how magnified they are. Palps rise out f her hair and with the music blaring Tisk yells back. "WHAT?!" It is only after she speaks she remembers an tugs the headphones own around her neck. SHe can not see him, this dug and she's also forgotten about her goggles which spiral several figures about in her vision as the door closes.
"What do all of you want, eh?" She asks, pointing the soldering iron in his direction though it seems to dart from Dug to Dug that make up her vision. The sounds inside the ship are enough to draw her attention before she idly returns her gaze. Sober may be the right term but it definitely does not cover everything. She starts towards him and comes up short as the wire on the soldering iron catches her. She turns back around with a furtive step and sets it down.
The Dug has the hardened look of most Cartel members. Used to dealing with all manner of scumbags. And all manner of unusual situations. But nothing has prepared him, or the rest of the Galaxy, for Tisk.
All four of the Dugs look at her quizically, through darkened goggles of their own. Because Bad Guys. When confronted with something like this, it's usually best to go ahead and just leave, but they apparently have four packages to deliver. However, they all speak with a single voice, in a wheezing snarl typical of scumbag Dugs.
"Lord Makooja. I was informed that his ship had arrived, and was instructed to bring him this package. It's... very heavy, so if you... I'm sorry, but are you alright? You're not... simple, are you?"
The four dugs are looked at once more and finally those goggles are felt and she ohhhhs. Tugging them up atop her head she blinks a few times and sees that there is only one Dug. She turns about a moment as if to see where they had gotten off to before looking down at the packages. "He's on his ship..." she motions with a finger at the vessel and then steps forward. "I got that...I can carry it."
She reaches out to take it and well tries to take it. "Simple? No, definitely not...nope. Very complex like most life in this galaxy. I have been told I am special and unique. I find those to be very touching." If given the chance to lift it she strains, grunting painfully that sounds like she might shrouding some hernias.
The package is indeed pretty friggin' heavy. Which is why they sent a Dug to carry it in the first place. So Tisk is probably not going to get it very far. The Dug looks at the weird creature incredulously, as if he can't believe the bizarre creature that he's looking at.
Then he picks at his crotch with his weird little handfeet while resting back on his larger armlegs.
Fortunately, it doesn't look like Tisk is going to have to carry the package very far. The Illustrious Smuggling King, Lord Zlurbo Qwig Makooja himself, slowly emerges from the ship, his massive back end propelling his equally massive front end down the boarding ramp in sluglike fashion. It takes him quite a while to go anywhere, but he's actually relatively fast for a Hutt.
"The hell's all this commotion?" He demands in Huttese. His Huttese is better than his basic, with less folksy idioms and Outer Rim twang. It's pretty clear from listening to him which is his natural language, and which one he picked up while smuggling out in the sticks.
The Dug snaps to the Dug Version of Attention. "Lord Makooja! The Shadow Bank sends its regards, and hopes that your Bloated Excellence will continue to..."
With a sharp wave of his hand, the Slug Deity cuts the Dug off. "Please. It's just Mak. No need getting fancy with an old cowhand like me. What's your name, son?"
The Dug practically beams. They seem to be completely ignoring Tisk...
Tisk is not unused to this and just watches the interaction, grinning when Mak cuts his name short and can not help but clap her hands together. "Since things are underway..." she takes a step back but hesitates as she regards Mak a moment longer. The up come her headphones and the Balosar strike a pose, finger pointing to the air as she taps her foot - ala Risky Business. She rumbles out incoherent words that are likely whatever the song is and she can not remember then currently.
She steps away and heads back for her droid now that everything seems to be sorting itself.
While conversing with the Dug, Mak has the good sense to make him open the package for him. After all, a package that heavy could easily be a bomb or some other nastiness. But when the package is opened and the Dug produces a barrel that's nearly half the size of Tisk, Mak lets out a cry of exclamation that startles all of the cows back on the ship into making all sorts of fuss!
"Yeeeeeehawww! A barrel of Old Pungno's! The finest chewin' chaw in the Galaxy! Make sure we tell the Shadow Bank how much we appreciate it!"
He takes the barrel from the Dug, and it looks more like a 'jar' in his hands. But after opening it and taking a savoring whiff of the pungent black substance inside, he suddenly looks a little suspicious.
"Course... can't be too careful these days. Better have someone try it first. Someone... disposable..." He looks at the Dug, smiling sinisterly. The Dug swallows nervously...
"TISK! Get on over here girl, I got a little treat for you!"
