The two embraced, a warm gesture between two old time friends; and bitter criminal rivals. Parella was in league with Zeril over the Aduban spice operation, which thus far had been going according to plan. Now it seemed that Parella was beginning to rethink his strategy for the Aduban plot of land, and Zeril wasn't entirely sure he was keen on the notion.

"Please, won't you join me in my study?" Since Zeril had become Pirate Lord of Aduba, the wealth of the spice operations had began to flow into his personal coffers. While he paid his head tax, duty tax, freedom tax, and Hutt tax to Parella; the profit that he retained was of an equal proportion--if not greater--than what Parella earned. This of course was something Parella the Hutt did not did to know.

The two moved through the grandiose palace; with marble statuettes of women in provocative positions, or of groups of women engaging in activities that Gordon Holt would have deemed a noteworthy example of 'Rebel behaviour'. Parella ignored most of the statues, focusing on the deep crimson banners and tapestries that hung along every wall, in plain site; a falcon clutching the Aduban Sun, the symbol of the Aduban pirates.

They met within the audience chamber to the left of the main chamber. A bright lit room with more than ninety candles along each wall, and a triangle table in the middle. Each side of the table could seat nine men, with extra chairs along the walls for an additional ten. Zeril seated himself at the furthest (and highest inclined) point of the triangle, at the head of the table. Parella seated himself next to him; one of his servants fetching a pipe for him to smoke as they discussed.

"So I hear that you want to have Dominic replace me on Aduba. I haven't been paying you enough is that what you think?"

~ I simply think that my fair share is less than that which you make, being that the sums of the total we discussed are now less in my favour than yours, yes ~

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"Well then," Zeril rose from his seat, beckoning a Twi'lek slave girl to fetch him some liquor from the refreshment table behind him, the only wall without chairs, "it's a good thing that Dominic passed away in his sleep last night isn't it?"

~ Most unfortunately for him, ~ Parella took a long hoot from his pipe, undoubtedly contemplating what to do next with this predicament. Zeril could only smile, resuming his seat so that Parella could continue. ~ We discussed a fair deal of 60-40 when we were opening up the Aduba corridor, you haven't been very fair in the dealings. ~

"We discussed nothing. You demanded 60-40, and I said 50-50. You have been getting your fair share of the dealings as I promised. As I recall, we did not open this corridor. I took Aduba and create a corridor by stealing your spice freighters; you saw an opportunity to work with me rather than against me and you took it. Don't bandy words with me Parella; I pay protection to the Hutts, with a 50-50 split."

~ Ho ho ho ho ~

Parella took a long hoot from his pipe, silent for the longest time. Zeril let the silence prevail, refusing to give in to his paranoia and demand an answer. Instead, his thumb traced circles into the beads of sweat that were condensing on the glass as he nervously waited. It was unwise to provoke a Hutt, and yet Zeril took every stab possible to seem in a stronger position--a position that he retained only because the Hutts didn't deem him worth too much trouble yet. Then again, why would a Hutt come himself to your lonely planet unless you were worth the effort?

After one long drink, Zeril finally spoke.

"What's it going to be?"

~ Simple boy. You'll keep Aduba, and you will continue doing your job. However, we have an order for you to fulfill right now. ~

"An Order?" Something piqued his curiosity with the way Parella had spoken.

~ Yes... The Baco Family has inherited a massage parlour and club in the wake of Dominic's death. We are giving you a gift, along with two warehouses in the Southern Underground district. ~

"Wait," Zeril quirked a brow, "Coruscant? You have to be kidding me..."

~ I do not kid ~ Parella put away his pipe, which was quickly fetched by one of his slaves, ~ there is also a man that I want you to meet. We will have shipments coming to the warehouses for you to deliver to him. The club will be your front, but the dealings will happen in the Underground--where little Republic supervision occurs. I don't need to tell you to stay away from the police. ~

"Of course." The glass of liquor was ignored at this point, and Zerils attention was on Parella as he laid down a sheet of flimsi.

~The information on contacting him is here... He goes the by the name of Tank ~