Death of the Sith Lord (Part 2)
Another Bith, cloaked in black and radiating an air of mystery, wandered around the other side of Nal Hutta satellite.
According to the plans of the Hutt authorities on Nal Hutta satellite, this area was a commercial district. Of course, that short description was full of countless things to criticize...
This so-called commercial district was actually an entirely unregulated black market. Naturally, to attract more business, the merchants still maintained some basic rules and limits. And the so-called Hutt authorities were really just several of the largest local Hutt gangs. When things occasionally got out of hand, they would step in to settle them, lest their own business be affected.
As for planning, it basically meant carving up territory.
The Bith wandered around for a while, seemingly without purpose, then entered a bar. Standing in front of the counter was a burly Gamorrean, like an upright wild boar, inspiring fear in anyone who saw him.
Yet the Bith showed no fear whatsoever, even though the Gamorrean was at least three times his height. He walked up to the bar, lowered his head, and said slowly, "I'm looking for... a... Bith..."
Bang! The Gamorrean slammed a palm onto the counter with a dull thud. He bent down, his sharp tusks swaying before the Bith's face, and snarled viciously, "You pink little runt, this is a bar! Not a place to look for people!"
The Bith's head twitched unnaturally, incredibly fast, as though someone had hit fast-forward. His voice was low and distorted. "Give me... a drink."
The Gamorrean grinned cruelly, casually grabbed a bottle of cheap liquor, poured a glass, and shoved it over. "Seventy Wupi!" he announced, naming a price five times higher than usual.
Upiupi coin was the common currency of Hutt