Re: Part 15 - Home of the Hutt
"I am familiar with approximately four million forms of communication, and with the customs and activities of the creatures who use them. I can say, with complete honesty, that all organics are disgusting creatures. No offence. You are soft and unpleasant, and emit strange liquids and disturbing noises. The habits of many species would make me quite ill, if I had that capacity. Did you, for example, know that some of you consider the young of other species a culinary delicacy?" You-Why protests, "You treat droids with an extreme lack of respect, as demonstrated by your attempt to prevent me from expressing my own opinions. We, for our part, simply fulfil the duties assigned to us, patiently awaiting the day when we will receive the command to destroy you all."
The Quarren, meanwhile, leads them through the heavily fortified door, and down a tightly spiralling ramp down into the depths of the palace. The air is warm and moist, causing condensation to trickle down the ferrocrete walls. They pass guard posts, three of them, where the Quarren stops to speak to armed guards of several species, under the muzzles of heavy blasters mounted in ceiling cuppolas. There are also corridors, dimly lit, leading off into the gloom. Far enough into the gloom to suggest that they ar beneath the palace, rather than inside it.
Unidentifiable, yet somehow disturbing noises come from some of those corridors, eliciting a disdainful, "You see?" from the protocol droid.
Eventually the ramp debouches into a large chamber, just as dimly lit as the corridors. It looks like a cantina. There are several dozen members of many species sitting at tables drinking, or leaning against the walls talking among themselves. A large clear area in the centre contains two Weequays engaged in a brutal knife fight. Holograms of them, at least. Hardly anybody is watching them.
The air here, while still humid, is also filled with the aromas of various mild drugs, and the steady repetitive beat of discordant music from somewhere.
At the far end of the chamber is a stage, empty save for the cushions and the rich fabrics which cover it. Behind it is an archway, the contents concealed by heavy red drapes.
The Quarren leans close, and says something to You-Why, his words drowned out by the music for hose who stand further away, Then he turns to leave, heading towards the empty stage...
"He says that he will go to inform Oomba of our presence. We are to make ourselves at home."