May 26, 2018 11:39 am
OOC:
Ah yes, sorry! You can assume its average (2) difficulty if I don't mention difficulty, but I normally will mention it. Also sorry for the block of exposition below, I know it can be boring when you're always "walking down corridors" and getting talked at, so I think its time to get you into the meat of the adventure already :)Before you enter Bargos' office Dud's keen eyes notice the 2 guards at the end of the room have Bargos' insignia on their metal shoulder plates. Whereas the ones outside did not have.
Once inside the room, the Hutt rises from his couch to greet you.

Bargos is a rather odd-looking Hutt; he is sickly looking (relatively speaking) and exceptionally slimy. His skin is pale in the front, patterned with splotches of dark green skin. You've heard that as a youth Bargos was nearly slain by an assassin armed with a disruptor pistol. As a result his left eye and much of the left side of his face have been badly maimed, twisted into a lumpy mass of scar tissue. Behind Bargos' couch stand two more Gamorreans and C3-P9, the droid that sent you the original message.
As you look to the right side of the room you are startled to see the figure of a female mandalorian bounty hunter in full battle armor sitting casually on a low bench. You know this bounty hunter from your previous dealings with Bargos as none other than Sha Skohl, also known as "The Red Fang" because of the distinctive red markings on her armor.

You know that Sha Skohl is Bargos’ main enforcer. As you look at her she turns her head to the side but with her helmet on you can’t really tell what she is thinking. From experience you know she’s not a person you want to mess with.
Bargos lifts both his arms in warm welcome and yells out a string of rumbling Huttese, which the protocol droid translates for those who don't speak the language.
"Ah, here at last! Let's cut to the chase." He chuckles, his voice so deep it vibrates in your bones. "I am now the owner of an oridium mine just Coreward of the glorious territories controlled by Nal Hutta. The previous owner tells me that it should provide a cut of 100,000 credits each year."
He smacks himself with a ham-like fist before indicating yourselves with an expansive gesture and continuing. "This should be good news for both me and my associates, no?"