"Stabilize boosters. Steady as she goes." Captain Ranve Aiyob instructed. Her voice commanding and heavy with the years she had spent onboard the Hutt ships. From Tattooine to Iego and from Zeltros to Rion, Ranve had seen it all. She could no longer recall each and every one of the journeys she had embarked in the many years of serving the Hutt Cartel. It had been ten years that she found herself commanding ships branded with the intertwining serpents.
"Boosters stabilized, captain" the alien operator reported after several taps on the multi-coloured screens of the bridge. The strong vibration originating from the main engine suddenly fell silent; The Hypermatter burning deep in the lower decks turning serene, as the large vessel reduced her speed the closer she came to the atmosphere. The view was of a planet of jungles and oceans, adorned with the white of the scattered clouds. A planet Captain Ranve Aiyob had not visited before, as far as she could remember.
"Prepare the shuttle for drop. Bring us on lagrage."
As the ship shifted over the atmosphere, Captain Ranve Aiyob stepped down from the captain's platform and walked off, down the narrow corridors and connective halls of the ship. Soon, the bare durasteel changed to walls dyed black, adorned with gold and emerald light. The catwalks defining the decks were succeeded by delicately carved patterns on marble and metal. The upper decks, reserved as quarters for the Hutt masters of the ship, were marvels of luxury and wealth. The elaborate sigil of the Ahebahmanh Adjik, house of the mighty Hutt who owned the ship, decorated the largest of walls in halls and chambers alike.
Captain Ranve Aiyob found herself on the main mess hall. The band of Duros musicians played calming tunes, while the Weequay henchmen stood guard by the rather sizeable Hutt resting on the platform covered by linen, while servants waived large feathers to provide movement to the air around him. On occasion, a slave approached, blowing smoke from the burning embers and spices kept in a silver platter. The fumes had always been pleasurable to the Hutt.
"Great Paparag Ahebahmanh" Ranve Aiyob declared, standing before the massive alien. "We have arrived on N'orlannia. Your transport is ready to take you to the planetside."
Though the Hutt ways were strongly latched on tradition and bloodlines amidst the Hutt Adjiks, the Hutts themselves did not expect strict etiquette like other contemporaries like the Sith, or the Echani. Instead, the Hutts were invested in results, loyalty, and practicality.
"Good!" the mighty Hutt replied in a gutteral voice. The strong Huttese language echoing as he did. "Have our friends know of our coming!"
Captain Ranve Aiyob nodded her head to Paparag's instructions.
"It will be done, Great Paparag."
Her eyes slided by the Hutt's site, where a long marble table was. On it, numerous disks filled to the brim with a variety of foodstuff for the ongoing pambulum. From Ronto-less wraps spiced with Rishi Red, humbarine chipplets, and bantha tartare, to braised dewlap and chetto-chaps, the stewards had seen for a ridiculous surplus of food, either refrigerated, or cooked onboard the fiery hot kitchens manned to the fullest for the needs of the Hutt family...
It was something perhaps most non-Hutts were disgusted by. Though most could see the strangeness in the Hutts' lifestyle, and the gluttonous nature of their kin, most were shocked to see Paparag's protege, who he had adopted as his own son, after his oldest son, Barmossa "The Stout", was exiled from the Hutt Space. Obsessive with the well-being of his heirs, Paparag had made big plans for his new kin. His younger son, Malaga, had accepted his adopted younger brother, tasked by their father to teach the man the ways of the Hutts, and how he was to become one...
"You will taste delicacies of quality, now, my son!" Paparag announced, clapping his tinny hands against his body. "Our friends will be happy to meet you. Good business, good food, and better friends!"
