Master and Apprentice ToR (Private for Angel)

[CrimsonVagabond]

Nal Hutta was worse then Xaren had thought. Smelled worse, looked worse, and while the Dark Side was strong enough on the planet that he felt its vibrations like a reassuring cloak about him, it felt tainted somehow, as if the influence of the Hutts had left a bad taste or smell upon the force itself.

Xaren was covered in filthy wrappings that made him like nothing so much as a diseased beggar, star-torn and mad, and he effected a drunken stumble as he shadowed his master, the feared Sith Darth Mordren. Xaren wasn't sure what business was so important on Nal Hutta, but his master had gone in person, and he'd Xaren outfitted for an assassination, for now he would be quiet and alert, an assassin to his core, but also loyal to his master, the one man he loved...

[Angel]

Mordren walked with an air of authority. The dark lord, a pure blood sith under his armor, was a powerful being. He knew it, as did any who looked at him. Walking amongst the swamps, he was headed towards a Hutt Palace. The building housed a renegade hutt, who was attempting to bring the Cartel together. His plan was to oppose the Empire and Republic, and build a new Hutt Empire, to rival the glory days of their race.

Mordren's plan was to show the cartel why that was a bad idea.

The sith gave a very well hidden hand gesture, to show his cathar boy that they were nearing the target. Sure enough, the palace sat before them, open to any and all to come and "marvel" at the hutt gangster Jetho.

(The info-dex!

Mordren's armor: http://tor-fashion.com/dread-guard-w...indicator-imp/ with http://tor-fashion.com/primeval-vindicator-imp/ For a helmet.

Mordren's lightsaber: http://tor-fashion.com/desolators-st...ed-lightsaber/ with this crystal: http://tor-fashion.com/copper-color-crystal/

)

[CrimsonVagabond]

Jetho was an odd hutt to Xaren's understanding, "He" styled himself with a braided beard and masculine demeanor but had bright tattoos and Feminine jewelry, his harem full of mostly Male specimens, the female slaves kept mostly for their singing voices.

Xaren now realized why, under the wrappings, he was wearing nothing but ankle chains and silk thong in the style of many hutt slaves, if he couldn't keep pace with his master into the interior, he was to change guises and proceed as either a common slave or dancer. The thought excited a part of him, he'd confessed a similar fantasy to his master before, but for the moment, he sensed the danger in the air and hoped his Master was sure of such an infiltration with only the two of them.

Leaning heavily on his staff, which in turn hid his own Lightstaber, a light Tonfa-styled tool perfect for silent kills, and stumbled drunkenly so that few would discern he was guarding his master's flank as they entered the palace proper...

[Angel]

As the sith continued to walk in, a gammorean guard began approaching. A simple flick of the Darth's hand, and the pig's eyes glazed. He snorted something to the sith, along the lines of a welcome, and departed. A new hand motion was relayed to Xaren, telling the sleek cathar boy to slip off and disguise himself. The attack would be two pronged.

Letting the boy slip away, he stepped into the Hutt's throne chambers.

[CrimsonVagabond]

Stumbling into the kitchens, Xaren effected a harsh Hutttese accent and barked the nearby cooking droid out of the kitchen on the excuse that Jetho's live feeding tank was empty. A simple burning of his cloth rags and the adding of a powerful pheremone scent completed his slave disguise.

He was practically naked aside from the silk thong, and he was an impressive five foot nill tall cathar with pale to yellow skin, a multitude of tribal piercings he hd filled with gaudy jewelry for the disguise, and a pair of tawny yellow dreadlocks. His eyes were orange and bright, and the decorative wrsit chain he slapped on his right arm was merely his golden lightsaber hit disguised.

Snagging a golden tray filled with some kind of cooked fleshwyrm on it, he preceded sedately like a privileged slave to the throne room and the sure to come confrontation.

[Angel]

Mordren gave him just enough time, before walking into the throne room. The minute his boots touched the floor, the cacophany of sounds seemed to die. All eyes turned to the sith that had entered the room. Mordren repressed a smirk under his mask.

Walking forward, passing species of all types, and all sorts of underworld dealings, the sith stopped just short of the obvious pit trap the hutt had. He turned his eyes to the disgusting creature currently seated on the throne.

[CrimsonVagabond]

Xaren's intel didn't tell him what manner of beast Jetho had hidden beneath the throne, but his keen sense of smell did. He scent rather then spoke the image of a mutated Acklay to his master so he was forewarned, then made his way over to the hutt, as if oblivious to the silence that deafened the room.

Kneeling beside the slug, all but invisible with every eye upon his master, presenting the offering of food Xaren waited for the right moment to strike.

[Angel]

The sith noted his apprentice was positioned and began to talk.

"So. This is the 'great' Jetho the Hutt. The slug responsible for the murmurs of a new 'Grand Hutt Empire' that permeate the galaxy." he said, his voice tinged with spite. "This pile of filth, slimy and crude." An insult was always a good way to distract a hutt through their temper.

"A hutt palace filled with excess. Spice deals going on in your midst. Bounty hunters, guards... A beast to throw your enemies to for entertainment. You must feel you are living the hutt dream." he said, pacing like a predator stalking prey, always staying back from the pit.

"The minute you decided to cross the emperor, your dream became a nightmare."

[CrimsonVagabond]

The laugh the echoed off the Hutt's walls was half mad cackle, and when it spoke the voice was low and quiet like a practiced stage whisper. "My Nightmares...don't come from pointless religions, and ancient cults little fool. And WE are the original owners of the galaxy, not your short sighted emperor!"

His yes swept from side of the room to the other and Xaren saw several of the female slaves crouch or retrieve blade hidden in their finery, he realized the female dancers were actually Jetho's body guards, he tensed sending a warning to his master...

[Angel]

The sith's hand rose, and one of the female's blades flew to it, as he inspected the work.

"Mandalorian metal. Not quite iron; That would be too expensive to make into daggers. But certainly strong. Tainted with a slight poison, to weaken a foe." he examined, before letting it clatter to the ground. "Jetho, you are not very smart for a Crime Lord." he chided. The girl who he had disarmed began to gasp for air, sputtering as her hands flew to her throat. Mordren did not even need to look at her.

"How should we deal with you, hmm? Should I kill you now? Capture you, and have you paraded around the streets of Kaas City, the rain of Dromund Kaas washing over your tortured, slimy frame?" he mused, all the while sizing up the room.