The Shadow Collective (Open)

[Desade Pho]

*******************************Hutt Space*********************************
********************************Nal Hutta**********************************
********************************Bilbousa***********************************


She wasn't sure how she felt about this place. It teemed with the raw power of the Dark Side. The amount of crimes committed here left it bubbling on the air. Those crimes included the slave trade, and murder. One she was perfectly okay with, the other-- it sickened her, beyond compare. But she wasn't here to free the poor, unfortunate souls that were enslaved by the Hutts. No, she was here to make them an offer. As Belfor had done before, he now stood before the Council, who once again denied him, even after the death of one of their own had stricken then to the core. To his credit, his replacement was much more agreeable to the Empire, but that didn't help matters any when the majority refused to be moved.

It was there, amidst the swamps of Nal Hutta, in their great city of Bilbousa, sat the Hutt Council, and it was there that they were debating dismantling the droid that stood before them, posed as a protocol droid. It was there that she strode through the large set of double doors, pushing them open, blood red armor underneath a black cloak, the hood pulled up, over her face, revealing only the ash grey of her chin, and the black-grey of her lips.

<What is the meaning of this?*> asked one of the council members as she strode forward. Two Gamorean guards surged forward, her hand snapping up, dancing one way, then the other- the guards reached up to grab at their throats, blood spurting across the ancient stones of the Council chamber.

"The Empire offered many a thing, you once served them, why has this changed? In the wake of a Hutt's death over three years in the making? You backed out of a great many deal, yet the Empire offers you riches, and you spit in their face," she said.

<The Empire is falling apart, look at Coruscant, look at the Alliance, the former Republic, the Rebels that beat you,*> asked another Council, more guards advanced, this time she pulled a thin piece of metal and bone from her hip, holding it out as the guards, four in total, came at her. There was an explosion from both ends of the device, as angry red energy spilled forth from both ends, the Gamoreans stopped fast, then.

<A Sith?*> one of the Council members gasped. Desade lowered her head a bit, she had read everything she could about he Empire she had decided to serve, if only to uncover Argus's plans for her.

"The Sith and the Empire once worked together, did they not? You now know what will come for you if you do not take the kinder offers of the Empire, I leave you with this as a thought," she added, then moved, she was fast, surprisingly so, her weapon spinning about in her hand as she twirled it behind her back, in a graceful arc, one leg spinning out to catch one of the guard in the throat, her weapon slicing through the air, eviscerating another, as she used her kicking foot as a pivot point, she spun, and slashed across the face and torso of another, then landed with one foot, the other still up, she lowered her body in a seductive pose, her weapon twirling above her, first taking out the legs of the remaining guard, then sliced them again and again as they fell, into pieces.

She stood then, letting her yellow eyes bore into the Council, darkness wavering about the room as she stared at them... then completely engulfed the room in darkness, the figure of Desade vanishing in it. When the lights came back on, the strange woman, and the droid, were gone. Gone, leaving the Hutts with even more to fear, and a deliberation on whether or not to go back to groveling before the Empire... They needed better options to weigh, however, before they concluded that one-

<* translated from Huttese>