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A Deadly Waltz: The Conflict of Greed
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| Luke_Skywalker | Date: Friday, 27 Nov 2009, 4:23 PM | Message # 16 |
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| Oriel would belatedly recieve a rather terse transmission on his comlink, relayed from H8. It was from Master Skywalker, whose voice was tinged with exasperation that was decidedly rare for him. "Paul, I appreciate your... diligent reporting as always, but remember that Drasek is a former member of the Academy; surely, among his reasons for leaving us is that he feels he needs space and, perhaps, time away from us. Let him have it, and let's hope that he will return to the Academy on his own terms." "Besides," the Jedi Master went on, "We need you back at the Academy urgently for an assignment of great importance. Please make haste, and convey to Drasek our warm regards and sympathy for his loss. Skywalker, out."
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| Paul-Gemmell | Date: Friday, 27 Nov 2009, 5:05 PM | Message # 17 |
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| Paul saw the communicator message, gave drasek a big hug and headed off to his A-Wing for adventure and excitement!
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Saturday, 28 Nov 2009, 3:34 PM | Message # 18 |
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| With his transponders disabled and the Force masking his presence; indeed, oddly enough, for it would have been another presence entirely than Drasek Cale, the rather large, black-cloaked figure made its way through the streets. People tended to dress oddly, but this one stood out, if nothing more than for its height. Of course, being tall only went so far as to remembering things. The face itself was hidden in shadows. Back to Njon the Hutt's establishment it went, back into the teeth of armed thugs and bandits, walking into the still-shattered bar-front with nary a word, simply waiting for a long moment. "Njon the Hutt. I want to see him."
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| Njon_the_Hutt | Date: Sunday, 29 Nov 2009, 11:34 PM | Message # 19 |
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| Some time passed, and Cale soon found himself in the same lounge that Havoc had been in earlier. Njon appeared somewhat peeved that he'd been disturbed again, but it was unlikely that one unfamiliar would Hutt physiology and body language would notice it. The Jedi had already been here earlier, who was it, Oriel and that man Cale. The Hutt didn't know what exactly was happening, but he wanted to and, moreover, he didn't want to be blamed for it. If this "Atropos"—as he had introduced himself in the bar—had some light to shed on these events, Njon would hear him out even if it meant being roused from his sleep. It was certainly unlikely that all of these figures would show up to his bar on the same day, unrelated in any manner. The Hutt's henchman, Scaithe, was conspicuously nowhere to be seen. "What is it I can do for you?" Njon said over the holoscreen, with an exasperated tone of voice that would be recognizeable to any species, "Apparently I am at the service of every straggler who comes into my bar today."
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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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Monday, 30 Nov 2009, 8:41 AM | Message # 20 |
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| The face of Atropos was rarely seen. This was not to say, the face of Drasek Cale was rarely seen, for he, at least, had a real face. Atropos had no form outside of the black armor and engraved helm that fitted over the form that was Drasek Cale. Indeed, the deeper one drove into the mind of the former Jedi, the more convoluted and disturbing it would be. Atropos, therefore, was shrouded and cloaked in more ways than one, masking the darkness however it might be viewed. "Njon Anjiliac... Njon the Hutt, trader of spice and lives and sentient with a finger in many dealings across the galaxy. You've done me a disservice recently, largely in part because I may have neglected to inform you of certain things. I came here to rectify that mistake, in that hopes that, shall we say, s more beneficial working relationship may come of it. "The spice freighters on Taris were mine... and while I won't ask for compensation, I would think that it cuts into your profits far more to fight over spice than it would to induct my operation in to yours and give you a cut of the profits. Your thoughts?"
Rath Deschain
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| Njon_the_Hutt | Date: Monday, 30 Nov 2009, 12:20 PM | Message # 21 |
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| The Hutt's large brow furrowed in thought for a moment, and then he waved his stubby hand dismissively. "I do not fault you, if this is the case," he said, his voice a shrug, "We watched the, how is it, situation on Taris for some time; your people did not introduce the spice into my market but, rather, the Lucian Alliance did. I may have done you a disservice, this is true, but you certainly did the Cartel a service in driving those pirates out, and in a grand fashion I might add. You have our appreciation for this," he paused contemplatively, then felt the need to add, "Had to destroy the spice nonetheless, you understand. Competitors won't do." "As for your proposal," he narrowed his bulbous eyes suspiciously, "I would need some evidence of this 'operation' you speak of. As I said, it was the Lucian Alliance that procured and distributed the spice on Taris. You bought it from them, and I've destroyed most of it and, soon, I will destroy the Lucian Alliance as well. Furthermore, you induced the swoop gangs to do your fighting for you, and the freighters were hired merchants. Clearly, you have money, yes, but I'm left with no evidence that you have an actual operation."
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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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Monday, 30 Nov 2009, 12:58 PM | Message # 22 |
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| If Atropos had been more than a mental influence, if he had indeed possessed lips with which to smile, now would have been the time that he would have fought to repress it. As it stood, keeping the emotion other than indifference out of his voice was easy enough. Atropos was an expert in the cosmic stage; plays and dramas were among his favorite things to view. Not all beings with dark intent were loathsome creatures who prowled in sewers, after all. Some, such as Palpatine, had risen on high with good tastes. "You weren't mean to see my operation, Njon Anjiliac. If you looked, all you would see would be the various machinations surrounding the galactic web. If you looked harder at the Lucian Alliance, you might well see some of my handiwork. The point, though, isn't to come here and debate whether or not I have an organization. And, as I'm sure you will do, as any smart businessman will do, when I depart, you will undoubtedly attempt some form of research upon me. I shan't dissuade you, for that would, I feel, be pointless. Let me simply say that none of the gentlemen working for me know who their superior overall is. "I still have spice left, albeit a diminished amount... tell me, Njon Anjiliac, what do you think of Senator Vanden's proposal in the Senate to legalize spice?"
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| Trevor_Page | Date: Monday, 30 Nov 2009, 2:01 PM | Message # 23 |
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| It was the habit of a paranoid man to question reality and to be especially wary of coincidence. Trevor Page believed this. So when Nar Shadda had become a hotspot for the Intelligence service, he was immediately cautious. Perhaps a golden opportunity stood before him. He couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort. It had been too easy. The NRI infiltrated the city moon a while ago, but for a different purpose. The trails had come together and would produce strange results. The bar had been under his surveillance for sometime. The newcomer could be his man. Still, that wasn't worth a trip down there. That theory was a stretch and didn't quite fit the profile. He had his doubts Havoc would return anytime soon. Always moving was a good strategy. What stirred him with wild ambition was that his starfighter, a modified HLAF-500, was picking up a local transmission. There were many in the area, but that one was coming from that particular bar. Page typed a series of commands into the starfighter's computer. The ship was remote operated and possessed the latest in surveillance and telecommunication equipment. It would drift off the landing platform and move off some distance from the location. It would also snatch the conversation right out of the air. Page was confident the NRI's encryption software could handle all obstacles and threats. Starfighter kicked, the engines revved. The ship was certainly ready. He synced the computer with his data-pad and climbed out of the cockpit. He retreated to the door at the end of the walkway. The HLAF rose from the platform and shot away towards the heavens. Page continued back into the city, swiftly making his way to the bar. He focused on the moment and job at hand. Nevertheless, he couldn't shake the bad feeling he was having. The starfighter would attempt the tap and begin recording now. (OOC: Reason for edit: There was this horrible typo... I couldn't resist. I left the others, though.)
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| Njon_the_Hutt | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 0:46 AM | Message # 24 |
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| Njon frowned broadly—as only a Hutt could—as his large, bulbous eyes glanced briefly at something out of Cale's field of vision. His expression at that moment was difficult for a human to read, but it remained on his face for a short moment, then became seemingly contemplative, and then disappeared altogether as he looked back to the holo's reciever with his usual bland, unamused glare. "I must confess," he went on, his voice booming over the speakers in the small, intimate lounge as if he were actually in the room, "I do not find myself interested enough to conduct research into this matter. You present me with an offer to, how is it, 'induct your organization into mine,' but I see no evidence of your organization and, apparently, it is not forthcoming? Keel-ee calleya ku kah, Atropos." "This is the time to debate whether you have an organization," he returned Atropos' own words to him, "Or else I can only assume you are, how you say, a monied individual—one who anonymously hires the services of vagrants. I do not buy money, but if you do have an operation then I am willing to discuss. You understand, as a businessman, that I must see the goods before I purchase them. As for the Republic and its laws," he waved dismissively, "they do not concern me, although I would be lying if the spice bill was not diminishing the Cartel's profits to some, small extent. But what of it?"
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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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Monday, 21 Dec 2009, 3:27 PM | Message # 25 |
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| "Oh, make no mistake, Njon, I do indeed have an operation. If such as Black Sun are a scalpel, few and sharp and deadly, then my operation is the warhammer or the axe, large and powerful, made of men who may not be as well-trained as some imagine, but many in number... and with each deed they undertake, they become better trained. "If you do not wish to do business with me, then I can hardly force you. I can only assure you that your own spice markets will suffer as greatly as those of the Republic. If, instead, you choose to work with me, then I can promise that your market will reach unparallelled heights... while those of your competitors drop out of existence for all intents and purposes. "Choose quickly, Njon, for I have much I must do and not much time to bandy words. If you will not help me, then perhaps another Hutt will... perhaps even Jamie Tiure of Dantooine." Atropos shrudded slightly. He had nothing to lose by siding with one Hutt or another. Njon had been the first choice for his ruthlessness.
Rath Deschain
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| Njon_the_Hutt | Date: Thursday, 24 Dec 2009, 10:19 PM | Message # 26 |
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| The Hutt had an unusual and decidedly unpleasant expression on his face at the mention of Jamulon Tiure; it looked as if was besieged, suddenly, with indigestion and tried mightily to stifle a belch. It was a telling dramatisation of his opinion of the Senator from Dantooine. Njon's expression soured even further, however, when he was threatened. "Chess ko," he warned Atropos, "I would not be so presumptuous to say that all Hutts have a distaste for being threatened, but I certainly do." "Until you have something more real to show me, we have nothing more to discuss. Go to Jamie," he interrupted himself with a booming chuckle. "You will have worse luck with him," he went on, "but once you have, return to me and perhaps then you'll see the error of your ways. I may have an offer for you then. In the meantime, gooddé da lodia!"
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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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Friday, 25 Dec 2009, 9:45 AM | Message # 27 |
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| Bowing slightly, Atropos backed towards the door, pausing before his departure, glancing back at the Hutt on the viewscreen. Perhaps... perhaps he'd made a mistake coming here. Perhaps it would have been better to do things more directly. Unfortunately, Njon was now a link in a chain that could recognize him. That was unacceptable. As Njon was not malleable, he would have to be removed. "It is a shame, Njon... I do not threaten, I simply inform you of what will happen. Jamie the Hutt will not be Senator of Dantooine for much longer, this I have foreseen. The spice will flow, either with profits or with death. Either way, I will have what I want, Njon... just remember what side you chose to walk with." Bowing again, Atropos would pull the hood of the cloak up and take his leave.
Rath Deschain
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