10-12-2017, 08:57 AM
"Yes. Of course it will. You have nothing to fear, Mister Higgs. This is merely an attempt to stop something much worse before it spirals out of control."
Harlan loosened his grip on the phone, as the voice added one last thing. "Gramba the Hutt hopes you will attend. The top of Hashimoto Tower. Noon tomorrow."
The Ravnos put down the reciever and stared at his Majordomo, Charlie. "Well? What do you think?"
The bald man shrugged. "You'd know better than me, boss. Hutts wanna parlay. It could turn out good if we can get them to ease up on us. The Westside ain't exactly been very genial."
Harlan tutted. "Hmm. Good point. Alright, I'll go. I'm glad to see someone in the Omniverse knows how to settle matters like gentlemen." He stood up from the desk, and straightened his suit. "Make sure the chopper is ready tomorrow morning. I'll bring a couple of the boys with me as a display."
Charlie nodded and left his office, leaving the boss of the Jacks alone with his papers, files, and maps. The Casino was running smoothly, even better after that mess with the Space Marine. Spectacle always generated interest. If he could settle the war with the Orks and Hutts, then he could focus on more entertaining concerns.
That conversation was going through his head, along with the thwip-thwip-thwip of the helicoptor rotors as they approached the helipad of Hashimoto Tower, a man in flight deck gear waving them in with bright orange batons.
"Look sharp, boys. Let's get down to business." Harlan said, drawing out a cigar and clamping it in his mouth.
Harlan loosened his grip on the phone, as the voice added one last thing. "Gramba the Hutt hopes you will attend. The top of Hashimoto Tower. Noon tomorrow."
The Ravnos put down the reciever and stared at his Majordomo, Charlie. "Well? What do you think?"
The bald man shrugged. "You'd know better than me, boss. Hutts wanna parlay. It could turn out good if we can get them to ease up on us. The Westside ain't exactly been very genial."
Harlan tutted. "Hmm. Good point. Alright, I'll go. I'm glad to see someone in the Omniverse knows how to settle matters like gentlemen." He stood up from the desk, and straightened his suit. "Make sure the chopper is ready tomorrow morning. I'll bring a couple of the boys with me as a display."
Charlie nodded and left his office, leaving the boss of the Jacks alone with his papers, files, and maps. The Casino was running smoothly, even better after that mess with the Space Marine. Spectacle always generated interest. If he could settle the war with the Orks and Hutts, then he could focus on more entertaining concerns.
That conversation was going through his head, along with the thwip-thwip-thwip of the helicoptor rotors as they approached the helipad of Hashimoto Tower, a man in flight deck gear waving them in with bright orange batons.
"Look sharp, boys. Let's get down to business." Harlan said, drawing out a cigar and clamping it in his mouth.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”