. . .Pachanga cast the small plasti-steel container aside, prompting a Twi'lek and Sullustan minion to lunge and violently grapple with each other over it as it spun across the floor.
The Twi'lek prevailing, still intertwined with the relinquished Sullustan, hurriedly buried his nose in the near empty bottle and with a heaving of his chest indulged. Almost
immediately drifting off in to a trance, the victor slumped down to his knees and stumbled over his tangled legs, dropping the now very empty small clear metallic jar back to the
ground with him. The defeated Sullustan pulled with his hands along the floor out of the leg lock and entertained the perspective of consolatory delight as he eagerly inspected the
twice discarded piece before sulking in the empty-handed realization.
The Hutt braced with one fist on the table and clenched another, pounding his chest several times before raising a single finger as he gave a short series of wheezings and gags while
shivers rippled through his whole body. Coming to terms with the highest grade potency Glimmerstim ingested both nasally and orally beginning to coarse through his blood stream,
Pachanga paused to shake off the ensuing daze, then countered Szymon,
"Ooooo-hohoho, Ma Jeeda Munk Tuska mo fabbak! kar ichee dolo!?," he began, pausing to briefly shift his attention to the comatose Twi'lek and back to Ishfan, continuing,
"Voo kasa mo tellek ishka zee zee, kala eeshek! hahaha-oohohohoo!," he finished shaking his head and chuckling.
Inspector Niks continued to interpret,
"If Jedi Mind Tricks have no sway on a Hutt, you think your high priced dream dust will? Weaklings these ones, stepping stones. ." Pachanga folded one arm across his chest and propped his chin up with the other while starring off towards the ceiling and emitting a deep hum of consideration,
"Mosheeka!" he proclaimed,
"Fomo-cheka, dessi gorga mosh!" his voice rang out.
"That leaves me nothing, Four hundred, that is fair for all," Urratio explained.
Szymon rolled his lips in on each other and shook his head with a furrowed brow while supressing a creeping anticipation,
"No, that won't do. I have an army to feed. I'm taking considerable loss and risk in making this an exclusive brand, YOUR exclusive brand," he reinforced,
"There has to be more in it for me. This is my sole bargaining chip, and you want me to take it off the table and let you keep it in your purse? That's cutting deep," His retort was interrupted by the previously incapacitated Twi'lek who snapped to life in a violent fit of convulsion. His limbs shook terribly, independent of one another as his neck and face muscles cringed while his mouth foamed. A handful of the Hutt's fellow thugs cautiously but worriedly tended to the sick being as they stood leaning over and crouched beside him.
Szymon began to casually stand from his seat as though preparing to take leave while in response to the developments, a pair of nearby Nikto and Klatoonian guards behind Pachanga tensed their grip of their bulky blaster rifles. The Twi'lek quickly deteriorated further, rolling on to his side and screaming out in excruciating pain before vomitting up what appeared to be part of his entrails and breaking his own spine in a final burst of involuntary unnatural contortion, nearly folding himself in half backwards.
In the first moment's of silence afterwards, Pachanga's initial confusion gave way to fright as he calculated the circumstance.
Picking his female companions coat off the back of his chair, Szymon reached to the inner pocket and withdrew a trio of much smaller viles containing various hued glowing liquids before tossing her jacket back to her. Reaching out and catching it, to her resigned dismay she happened to snag a portion soaked in Rodian innards and turned to a Vodran standing eerily close to wipe both sides of her hand off on his garments. The alien gave a leery grin accompanied by a satisfied groan.
Szymon explained,
"Yes, they are weak. To 'Stim, and Synox. You've heard of it yes? An incredibly lethal poison originating in the time of Xim the Despot. In fact I think he used it against the Hutts if I'm not mistaken" he began to unfold, rhetorically turning to Inspector Urratio in inquiry who offered an assuring grin and nod.
"With your slow metabolism though, I'd say you've got a couple hours before you end up like him," Ishfan elaborated further, motioning to deceased. The Hutt's eyes widened as he gripped at his own mouth and nose, flippantly scraping at his tongue and spitting while plugging one nostril and attempting to forcefully expel anything from the other with a heavy push of sustained exhaling breath.
Panicking, Pachanga again looked to the ceiling and motioned for his custodial staff to muster. The Toydarians again appeared and flopped to a landing on the table, scratching their heads and chins as they observed their dismayed master flailing his arms about and voluntarily gagging himself. He smacked one of the giant fly-like beings off the table sending him zipping back and wings first across the room. The other fired up his vacuum back pack and raked it throughout his masters now widely pryed mouth.
Szymon brushed off what felt like an invisible muck that had settled unto his clothing as he proceeded to give the dwarfly Hutt a lesson in scheming, speaking over the howling suction device,
"Two of these will neutralize the the toxin, the third will accelerate it. I've prepared this contract for our business venture, the five-hundred as negotiated. When I arrive safely on Nal Hutta and we recieve transmission of your binding authorization on the document, I'll let you know which to take," the Admiral detailed in summary as the Inspector procured a small holo-pad from his tunic and offered it to the anxious Hutt.
Szymon turned to lead himself and his duo of companions out the way they came. As they departed, the infuriated Hutt bellowed,
"Pakash artru vikkish mosock! Agga inkla farrdu!" They halted their liberated stride and Urratio offered a final decryption,
"Why should he trust you?" he said looking to Szymon.
Ishfan beamed from cheek to cheek,
"Invest and I'd be crazy to let you die," he answered simply with a shrug of obviousness and turned to depart. . .
-=Summary=-Milestone #2 COMPLETE [in delay, got a little ahead of myself! =)] (1/10 8PM - 1/
1416 8PM = 12 DAYS, +100KC Every AD Permanent)
Continued SLing
Imperial FLEET ADMIRAL ISHFAN SZYMON (+10% Hull, Armor, Shield, Attack Dmg ALL ships of fleet)
Armor/Health - 100/100
Location; See Sigma - UCR; 10
ELITE Lambda Shuttle Sigma (1)
Shield/Armor - 100/100
Location; Moon, Nar Shaddaa in Story, G? (Nal Hutta) in Actuality for MILESTONE REQs - UCR; 16
