First Comes Chaos

Posted on Sat Oct 13th, 2012 @ 9:45am by Kip Hoddai & Grogga the Hutt
Edited on on Fri Jul 24th, 2015 @ 12:35am

868 words; about a 4 minute read

Chapter: Chapter I: Web of Fate
Location: Grogga's Bunker, Nar Shadda
Timeline: Day Two, evening, post duel

Kip and Grogga went over the plans again, the holotable before them as the most-updated intel had come in the night prior. Kip’s spy-eyes and ears had been scattered all over the places he needed them to be, applied by unwitting slaves and guards on Zorbo’s own organization as they moved around their typical duties.

And at the center o fit all a very calm, very quiet and very black spider sat in glittering darkness making sense of everything that came from them.

To sya this was a big Op was an understatement. It was huge. It was a war in the making and Kip, if not the General was certainly a general. Grogga knew it too and that Kip was actually trying to save him and keep his organization intact, all for the sake of those kaiburr shards.

Which Grogga had agreed to pay him one, if they survived this ordeal and took some of Zorbo’s territory and people out and minimized their own losses.

Of course Grogga had profited from side-deals Kip had created, deals to sabotage Zorbo’s men with weapons that looked and worked fine but would become faulty at the right time. Hopefully when they were all clustered together in small spaces. The weapons, of course, couldn’t be traced back to them, having comes through a sixth-generation connection and several fronts; this Dev did things in a way that made Grogga happy they were on the same side. But what was even more astounding was that Grogga felt trust for this humanoid.

Hutt, in general, never trusted anyone or anything except their parents or progeny up until a certain age. Once a Hutt became fully sentient, parents typically paid them off and sent them elsewhere to start their own lives and no longer be a threat to the parent.

And Hutt knew that humanoids knew better than to trust them, which made things very genial as long as everyone kept everything in place. But Grogga felt a sensation akin to larval-safety around Kip and suspected Kip was also trusting in the Hutt, at least to a degree.

It was highly disturbing for the Hutt, in fact.

Humanoids were so small and repugnant; best used for slaves and food (when prepared right).

Suddenly Kip paused and cocked his head, as if listening to something only he could hear. Grogga knew the Dev had an aural implant and a cortical transceiver, it had shown up on the scanners when the Dev had come in. But such things were typically used for communication and as Grogga had known, Kip used his extensively to keep up with the latest intel.

Kip’s body language changed, he stood upright and folded his arms across his chest and stared at the map before them with eyes unfocused, as if deep in thought and trying to analyze something. Grogga knew that look, if not the posture, he had done that many times himself. Kip had learned something new and perhaps troubling and he wouldn’t share it until he had something good, a solution, to go with it.

“They’re moving up their timetable,” Kip said suddenly, eyes focusing back on the table and the room. “Axion’s two second-tier disciples got their gromeks handed to them by the Jedi and the Jedi-slayer working with them and they already killed one of his third-tier. Axions losing powerful henchmen and has finally figured out he needs to get to it sooner than later.”

“We’re ready for this aren’t we?” Grogga asked and Kip nodded absently. “Oh, Zorbo’s men are going to be so much grozzit when we’re done with them but I’m concerned about Nala and Axion. Her potential is high and she’s been with Axion a long time, perhaps since childhood. That means she’s in it deep and she’s going to be really hard for the Jedi to fight and win against.”

Grogga gave Kip a keen look, “I’ve never pegged you for a Jedi-lover.”

The look Kip turned on the Hutt actually made the huge worm recoil slightly. “Don’t.” Was all Kip said and had to take a deep breath and take a slow blink to calm himself. “I hate Jedi and I hate Sith and their ilk. But I want that shard and I’m not going to get it unless I make sure that tentacle-headed slurmas and her leash-holder can’t get to them or hurt you. The best way to do that is to take them out and if force-users were easy to kill, everybody’d be doing it huh?” He tapped his white razor-sharp teeth with his right black index-claw as he thought.

Tap. Tap. Tap. He paused. He looked at Grogga.

Grogga sighed. “How much?”

“Its insured isn’t it?” Kip asked, gesturing with one hand at part of the map.

Grogga’s eyes went wide and he started cursing floridly in Huttese. Kip grinned and chuckled here and there at the inventiveness of his employer and filed particular phrases away that he had never known or even thought might be insulting to a Hutt. Different sexual organs, after all.

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