Of Gods and Hutts (Day 5 Mid-Evening)

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay was not normally a nervous man. His words were usually enough. But he did not enjoy the prospects of meeting with a Hutt, alone.

Which is why he asked Craw to come along. Just in case they needed to make a violent getaway.

"Play to his vanity, like all Hutts. We should be fine. Should be." He spoke in a low tone ro his friend, before approaching Kidaja's domain.

[Craw Toboga]

Craw nodded. He did his best to look big and mean as they walked to their possible doom. He cracked his knuckles and grinned beneath his helmet, the lights around them reflecting maliciously on his helmet, as if strange neon teeth.
"I'm just gonna stand behind you, look intimidating and keep my mouth shut." He drawled, focused but relaxed.

[Dapper Dog]

Kidaja was holding court in the space port with several of his soldiers and hired guns milling about looking out for any trouble. The giant slug reclines on a floating sled and receives each in time. After about fifteen minutes of waiting a few beatings and extortion threats, Durasay and company are allowed to come before him.

[Durasay Mixo]

"Kidaja, wise and powerful, thank you allowing us a few moments of your time." Durasay gave a respectful bow to the Hutt, before approaching. His sharp eyes giving a quick look about the retinue.

"I've come before you, seeking your assistance in solving a problem that is plaguing the Shadow Town." He spoke clearly in Huttese, keeping his focus now on the Hutt. "And with your assistance, magnaimous and gracious, it would certainly raise your standings with your illustrious colleagues to even more heights."

[Dapper Dog]

Kidaja chortles and says, "You speak well, now tell me of this aurum opportunity?"

[Craw Toboga]

Craw stands behind Durasay. Beneath his helmet his expression is somewhere between disgust and detachment. He loathes to be in the same room with a slug like that, thankfully he doesn't need to show it. The helmet remaining perfectly immaculate even when his face did not. He keeps his gaze low, not looking at the slug, but still remaining vigilant.

[Durasay Mixo]

"There is a nikto by the name Azanak. He has been stirring an old Cult dedicated to the Red God." Durasay spoke calmly, but quite assuredly.

"He's bringing a lot of attention to the area by both thr Jedi and the Sith. Killing members of each. If these killings continue, it could make all the Hutts look like bad hosts. You don't want that, I don't want that." He approached Kidaja by just a few steps, speaking with hus hands.

"A few gangs have been supplying him. If the squeeze were put on them, they could be convinced to stop aiding him. He stops receiving aid, my associate and I can deal with him, and of course, we would make it known that it could not be done without your help."

He disliked dealing with Hutts, with this, it was for the greater good. "Imagine the respect and honor you would be given for your valuable assistance with ensuring nothing disrupted the peace talks, your enlightened one."

[Dapper Dog]

Kidaja listens and the strokes his broad chin and says, “If I start neglecting my customers I lose money. I don’t want to be a bad host, but my customers know the value of my products. How is this matter worth my while?”

[Durasay Mixo]

"I would never presume to understand how others value your products, or your attention. But we all know there are things that are more valuable than credits. All you have to let your valued customers know that to not lose service, is to not aid Azanak."

Durasay held firm, giving a slight smile. "Both the Republic and the Sith Empire would be in your debt for your assistance in resolving this matter, which in turn eould give your fellow Hutts reason to elevate your status. It's the opportunity of a lifetime."

[Dapper Dog]

Kidaja chuckles deeply his body rolling with the movements. He says, “You make a good point, perhaps I like it. But if I do this favor for the Empire and Sith, then you owe me on their behalf.”

“Agreed?”

[Durasay Mixo]

"I'll take that debt on." He hated to do it. But the cost of Azanak being on the loose outweighed the negative of owing an Obligation to this Hutt.

"I'm a man of my word, Kidaja. As I know you are, as well."

[Dapper Dog]

“Do not make me regret this decision,” Kidaja says and then waves his dismissal.

[Durasay Mixo]

"Of course, your eminence." Another bow, before turning on his heel, and nodding to Craw.

"Thanks for the back up, my friend." He spoke to the Mandolorian. "I hope I don't regret that decision." He cursed inwardly, pulling up his commlink.

First to Alysele.

"Lady Cortess. Kidaja has agreed to put the squeeze on the gangs. We'll talk tomorrow."

Then to the contact information that he had received from the Red Twi'lek.

"Lady Sith. This is Durasay Mixo, I hope this message reaches you. I have secured a deal with the Hutts to help bring this Red God matter to a close. Feel free to send a message to me if you'd like further details."

All of this, from coming across a dead body that first night in Nar Shaddaa.