Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26295802-20160927000244/@comment-26863727-20170330034737

(Eh, as long as Morgoth's necroposting...)

The group catches several eyes, but they reach the place Vesmar seems to be looking for without incident. A humanoid in green, heavily scarred armor, with an additional rocket pack, leaves as they arrive. Vesmar gives them one more piece of information before entering: "They're called Hutts, and this is the largest concentration of them outside the systems they control. Hermaphrodites, though most act male or female for purposes of interacting with other species. Famous for their crime-lords, which is why they've got something of a bad reputation. This one's named Ebor, and 'he' is a collector of things like that. Tanileer Tivann on Knowhere probably would be the better appraiser, and could offer a deal more for it, but I did some quick research, and Ronan was last seen uncomfortably close to that place, so I was going to take you somewhere else anyway."

Inside they find a particularly large individual of the species that populates the structure. He seems absorbed with examining a stone tablet covered with bizarre markings. His excitement looks comparable to a small child examining a new toy. He finally notices the group, and in a great rumbling voice he cries out "Vesmar!", followed by a string of words in a language nobody but the mentioned individual understands. Well, Groot, for some reason, seems like he might be able to, but his translations wouldn't exactly be helpful. "You got something very rare and valuable to sell just now, didn't you Ebor? I know because you wouldn't have hired someone as expensive as Fett to get it if it would be easy. Yes, I'm aware of the legend of them. Really? It's hard to believe that a record so old could still exist, let alone be of use to anyone. You're kidding me. Seriously? The only other one known to exist belongs to Thanos? Interesting- and valuable to the right people, I'm sure. Who's it fo- no, forget it, I know. It's always an anonymous buyer with things like this." Vesmar says, as the Hutt carefully puts the ancient stone into a container which looks sufficient to survive a direct hit from a missile.

"Anyway, we have something for you to appraise. Quill?'