A three-and-a-half-meter Hutt by the name of Dova resided in the Mos
Eisley Cantina, guarded by a Weequay armed with simply a BlasTech DL-18
Blaster Pistol that was housed in a hip-holster at the left side of his
body. Like the typical stubborn Hutt, he chose to speak in his native
tongue Huttese as he was accompanied also by a protocol droid
specialized in speaking over 1,000,000 billion languages. The Hutt
watched on with large purple eyes as Twi'lek slaves danced in the corner
of the cantina to entertain the crowd.
He was once told, 'if there was a bright center to the universe,
Tatooine was planet that it's farther from.' However, from his
perspective it seemed an awful lot of important events had occurred on
this supposedly dull, desert world. Like many before him, Derek Atio had
come to Tatooine looking for something. In his particular case he was
looking for the notorious Hutt crime lord, Dova. In his particular line
of work, he had been forced to deal with numerous types of 'slim
customers,' but nothing in his life thus far had prepared him fully for
'dealing with the Hutts.' Regardless, he was a man who followed orders,
and as much as he might have personally disliked them, he would follow
them as the dutiful soldier. Stripped of his uniform for obvious
reasons, he instead wore the traditional garb of this desert terrain. He
wore a well-used duster that had not been cleaned since the fall of the
Republic, covering a traditional shirt, stained with the grease of a
hard day's work on his ship. The trousers he wore had flakes of sand
encrusted upon them and the knees were well worn out ... it was obvious
that this was a man engaged in some sort of labor. The only armament on
the man hung at his right thigh in the form of a 36-T "QuickSnap," a
rarely known SoroSuub blaster carbine that suited his limited needs. He
seemed to ignore the others in the Cantina, not making time for small
talk or banter, nor even a drink. For a newcomer, he seemed to know
exactly where he was going ... directly for Dova the Hutt. As he
approached he bowed, respectfully from the hip and held his head down.
"Greetings, Mighty Dova," he said, presenting himself properly.
Figrin D'an and his band the Modal Nodes enligntened the cantina's
occupants with their usual tunes; never going out of style for
inhabitants as Dova listened on, the tip of his stubby tail wavering in
excitement to the music. The droid standing before him, slightly to the
left, a Serv-O-Droid CZ Series Communications Droid picked up the basic
language that was spoken by a man who approached and was translated
immediately into Huttese so that Dova could 'understand.' "Ooo'," the
Hutt's fat potato-shaped head tilted so that his large violet orbs could
pick up the sights of this man. His lipless mouth quivered as Huttese
left his oral structure so that the droid could translate it into basic
for the man to understand. "Dova is curious as to what business you have
Derek remembered what Quar Klynn had told him about dealing with the
Hutts before embarking on this assignment and he chose to play the part
as best he could. As he rose back up into a standing position he looked
at the Hutt, with a proud smile forming upon his lips. "The power of
Dova the Hutt is known throughout the galaxy," he began, fighting back
the urge to laugh at his own statements, "I am looking to purchase some
items you may have come across in your ... 'dealings.' I am sure that
someone as wise as you has managed to obtain a large storehouse of
weapons, equipment, and other items that could be well-used." He nodded
to the droid as he concluded his thoughts and chose to allow the robotic
hunk of metal to address his master. He had hoped he had put the correct
amount of praise interlaced with his request.
The Weequay armed with a DL-18 watched on as Derek engaged in
conversation with Dova and his protocal droid. The CZ's head dithered
to-and-fro as he absorbed the basic and converted it once more to Dova
as his head shifted so that he could look at the Hutt. Dova spoke. "Ah.
Ki Chuba da naga." CZ spoke. "Dova says, 'What do you want?'"
Derek had made the first step and began to ease back a bit as the
time for business had begun. He threw a cursory glance about the Cantina
... one could never be sure when an Imperial Stormtrooper patrols might
pass by. "I am looking for any large-scale medical supplies you might
have come across," he cleared his throat, deciding to bring up this
topic more delicately, "I had heard a medical ship was recently attacked
by pirates in this area. Surely someone as powerful and far-reaching as
yourself must have experienced a ... 'taste' ... of that cargo." He
paused, letting his intent sink in for a moment. "I will pay fair value
for any of those medical supplies you may now have in your possession,"
he said in a tone that was intended to be sincere, then took a step back
and waited for a response.
The Hutt's head rolled backward as he slipped into deep thought in
reference to what was being discussed. The CZ explained to Dova that
Derek's interest is in the supplies on a ship that transported medical
supplies. Dova nodded his head in response as he approaches a decision.
"Tagwa. Me ashka..." The CZ interrupted, knowing all too well what Dova
had in his inventory when it came to such dealings. "Dova says he has
much to offer. He came across a large scale amount of spices that would
prove profitable in the hands of the best dealers. How much are you
looking for and are willing to spend?"
Derek looked over the Hutt for a moment and shook his head slightly.
"I have no interest in spices, Mighty Dova," he continued, deferring for
a moment as best he could without giving offense. "What I am interested
in," he continued, doing his best to explain, "Is what medical supplies
you might have. Bacta tanks. Medical droids. Pre-assembled medpacks.
Bacta itself." After listing the items he paused, waiting once again for
the droid to translate to the Hutt. It was at times like this he wished
he had watched more of those educational programs on Imperial Holovision
that promised to teach people 'Huttese' in half an hour.
CZ looked back to Dova, telling him of Derek's request. The Hutt's
large eyes opened wide, hearing inquisition about 'Bacta,' a definite
first in all of his exploits. The Hutt looked on with the new
introduction of Stormtroopers to the business transaction that was
unfolding. "Pihotas." The Hutt and the CZ droid kept silent as to not
say anything that would get them in trouble with the law, even though
the Hutt already had his stubby fingers in most of the underworld
business that was taking place in that particular section of the galaxy,
especially on Tatooine.
Derek looked at the Hutt crime lord and the droid for a moment. A
confused look appeared upon his face as he considered the implications
of the silence. "Great and illustrious, Dova," he began after a moment's
silence of his own, "Perhaps this forum is not suited for such a
discussion." He paused, collecting his words properly. "Perhaps," he
continued, "I could negotiate with someone on this matter in private."
"The ship that he has confiscated has a number of bacta tanks, as
well as some bacta left for your usage. If you have the tools necessary
as well as the credits, you can extract the tanks from the ship." CZ
Derek's mouth was watering as he contemplated the thoughts of
securing those Bacta tanks. It was exactly what the Alliance would need
for their base on Yavin 4. He paused for a moment, folding his hands in
front of him as he tried not to seem too eager. "For one as strong as
you, Mighty Dova," he began, once again doing his best to stroke the
Hutt's ego, "I am confident that you would have what I am seeking. I
will ready the necessary tools and secure the funds." He looked down for
a moment, his hand rubbing over the other slightly. "How much does the
wise Dova request for these tanks," he asked, his attention now focused
on the droid, "Considering, of course, the labor and parts required on
"Boj waronga creeda che haz." CZ translated. "That will be 100,00
credits for each. The ship has a total of three bacta tanks." Be happy,
100,000 credits was the lowest rate you could purchase bacta tanks for.
Luckily for him Dova was not interested in keeping bacta tanks anyway..
the real wealth was in dealing illegal substances and weaponry. The Hutt
listened on as the Modal Nodes continued to play their music in the
cantina. Business was always first, but enjoyment came secondary in his
lifestyle, just as long as he wasn't disrespected. If that was the case,
there was a bodyguard with a pistol right at his side just itching to
squeeze the trigger.
Derek computed the amount in his head, rolling the amount over in his
head. For a humble man like himself, it was an obscene amount of money.
In fact, if he ever had in his possession that sum of credits there
would assuredly be an investigation. However, he was negotiating on
behalf of the Rebel Alliance, and although Dova did not know this, he
had access to a considerable sum of credits. "That is a large sum of
credits," he said to the droid, appearing to be hesitant. He waited a
moment, appearing to be thinking it over in his head. "I accept," he
announced to the droid and bowed once again to the Hutt. As he rose, he
spoke once more, "I will gather the credits and the supplies and meet
one of your associates aboard the medical ship. Thank you, Mighty Dova."