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| Njon_the_Hutt | Date: Tuesday, 10 Nov 2009, 9:57 PM | Message # 1 |
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| By starship standards, the Franchise was considered a "relic," which Njon Anjiliac had always found amusing considering that he was well over a hundred years older than it was. The Lucrehulk-class freighter had once seen service in the Trade Federation's merchant fleet; at that time, its corridors had gleamed so much that one could see one's self reflected in the durasteel floor panels (a perk that no doubt appealed to the vanity of its Neimoidian owners). Needless to say, Njon the Hutt did not concern himself with such things; since he'd purchased the ship and made it his headquarters, it had become strewn with refuse, discarded machinery, and droid components. The smell of spice was everywhere, the floors were sticky, and often the lights would burn out and not be replaced, leaving many corridors too dim to see the many gizkas and other creatures scurrying about, looking for food. The starboard hangar bay was only somewhat more reputable. This is where the latest bounty hunter to visit Njon—this one a Mandalorian going by the name of "Sledge"—had landed his ship, with the direction of the Franchise's tractor beams. The Hutt was there also, speaking with him distractedly as he (with an entourage of guards; Rodians, Humans, Duros and so on, most of them with rifles) inspected a shipment of spice that had just been delivered minutes before. Njon pulled a bag of spice from one of the crates, pulled it open with his stubby fingers and smelled it cautiously, then nodded and put it back. "So," he said to the Mandalorian, "You want to join the Cartel. This is wise of you. Good pay and steady employment, as long as you don't fail us, that is," he looked at Sledge for a moment with a broad, mischievious grin, then back to the next crate which his henchmen were now prying open. "We don't have much tolerance for failure," he explained, "I hired a pilot to deliver this shipment for me, but he panicked at the first sign of an Imperial cruiser and dumped the cargo. Fortunately, the Imperial captain was also on the payroll, and he retrieved both the pilot and the cargo. Alas," he gestured to the assemblage of crates, "I have the shipment, and as we speak the pilot is in the engine room, chained to one of the power generator casings. I'm told he'll burn to death there," he shrugged, "Eventually." "I tell you this so you understand my standards before you commit to them. Do you understand?"
Njon Anjiliac (alias "Njon the Hutt")
■ Owner and CEO of Anjiliac™ brand Spiced Wines, Ltd., known leader of the Anjiliac crime family, suspected leader of the Hutt Cartel.
■ Suspected of grand larceny, embezzlement, extortion, and trafficking in slaves, spice, liquors, and weapons.
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| Takeru_Maatle | Date: Wednesday, 11 Nov 2009, 8:34 AM | Message # 2 |
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| The Mandalorian would be walking with Njon the Hutt. This was the initial meeting so he could "join" the Hutt Cartel. He would look at the entourage Njon is having at the moment, and chuckled softly. All of sudden, he had defect his attention from the entourage to the Hutt himself. "Sledge" was in his Mandalorian Supercommando armor, with the color being green. If anyone knows the culture of Mandalorians, green would represent Duty. But of course, the Hutt wouldn't care about such thing. His hands were holding an EE-3 carbine rifle. Meanwhile, there were a couple of WESTAR-34 blaster pistols attached to his belt along with a combat knife attached inside each of his boots. The Mandalorian would watch the Hutt through the T-shaped visor as Njon speaks. "Sledge" hated working for the Hutts more than anything else, except the Imperials. The hatred was not because he just hates Hutts. It was because the Hutts have no sense of honor. They have no sense of glory. They only want power, and a way of slipping out of trouble. However, he knew he would have to retain it for now. Besides, this job is for something bigger than his bitterness. The Mandalorian would stop and face the Hutt just as he finishes looking at spice. He opened up with a firm tone, "I can assure you, failure is not in my book. You will have no problem with me." The Mandalorian would stare at the Hutt through his helmet for a moment there and then let out a nod, "Yes, Mr. Anjiliac."
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| Njon_the_Hutt | Date: Wednesday, 11 Nov 2009, 4:12 PM | Message # 3 |
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| "I'm sure you'll do fine. Mandalorians always do," the Hutt said, inspecting the next sampling of spice. Truth be told, it was something of a coup for Njon to have a Mandalorian working for him—they were the best, no question, and if a bloated puss boil like Jabba could have one, so should he. "There will be an assignment, of course, to test your ability and, how is it in Basic? Your loyalty, yes?" "I hired a bounty hunter to do a simple job for me, and it has not been done. This job now falls to you," he explained, "I want Jamulon Desilijic Tiure, the Senator from Dantooine, shot. Not killed, mind you; I just want him to feel pain, for swindling my clan out of a considerable amount of credits. I must admit, since I've first hired for this job I've become rather frustrated that it's not been done, so I will expect success, no less. The other bounty hunter will meet his fate in due time, but you won't as long as you do this simple task adequately. I trust that this is agreeable?" He smelled another bag of spice, considered it for a moment, then tossed it to Sledge. "Consider this your payment up front," he said, grinning again, "Let's say one million upon completion—Republic credits, Imperial, aurodium, whichever you prefer. It doesn't matter to me as long as the job is done."
Njon Anjiliac (alias "Njon the Hutt")
■ Owner and CEO of Anjiliac™ brand Spiced Wines, Ltd., known leader of the Anjiliac crime family, suspected leader of the Hutt Cartel.
■ Suspected of grand larceny, embezzlement, extortion, and trafficking in slaves, spice, liquors, and weapons.
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| Takeru_Maatle | Date: Thursday, 19 Nov 2009, 7:07 PM | Message # 4 |
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| The Mandalorian would raise his eyebrows inside the helmet, hearing that the Hutt would want Sledge to prove his loyalty. That was the moment he knew a twist was coming his way. He was not entirely new to this bounty hunting business, merely was away from it for a while. Now, he had returned for a specific reason that would be revealed sometime later in the future. Even if he wasn't a bounty hunter, he could figure out a twist coming his way. This was typical of Hutts, even the infamous Jabba the Hutt had to get the infamous Boba Fett to prove himself. "You want Jamie the Hutt shot?" The Mandalorian spoke with a tone that doesn't sound all that surprising. "You should know that this kind of mission is going to cost you." Sledge had told Njon, even though it wasn't necessary to do so. This was typical of bounty hunters to demand a high amount of money. The Hutt had already answered his money question by tossing a bag of spice to the bounty hunter and one million...whatever currency it is going to be. "I'd prefer the Republic credits." He would simply say as he cocked his rifle, "I will get the job done, fa..." Sledge was going to say fat slug but that would probably get himself beheaded. "I mean Njon the Hutt." The Mandalorian would slowly turn around and walk away. He would be headed for his ship, which would have the engines revved up and took off. The ship would land on Nar Shaddaa itself, as he has to do something really quick before heading to complete his mission.
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