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Gordo the Hutt sat upon a repulsorsled in the midst of his main audience chamber, surrounded by food and hardcopies of datawork. His pudgy fingers tapped out calculations near a datapad at the controls of his sled, pausing only to snag some wriggling morsel out of a bowl and pop it in his mouth.

The piles of hard data that surrounded him were not bills or notes on his criminal buisnesses; they comprised Gordo's life hobby of Treasure hunting. The papers surounding him all contained notes and calculations based upon clues, hints and guesswork, all scratched out in Gordo's own handwriting.

Gordo was facinated by the habit of history's more eccentric beings of hiding their valuables. Pirates, Smugglers, even the Dread Lord Sidious hid their most prized treasures. And such interesting treasures they were. Xim's power crystal horde, Sideous's cloaking device, all items of an incredibly facinating nature. Gordo sought to aquire such treasures, to be the first to discover them and the first to profit by them. But the reward was only half the thrill of hidden treasure. The Delicious challenge of finding where it was located was a reward in itself, for few real problems excercised as complex a mind as a hutt's mind like solving such nigh unsolvable mysteries.

Right now, Gordo was engrossed in one of the most challenging treasure hunts yet: The search for Cale Darksun's Hidden Treasure.
The infamous Pirate was rumored to have a secret, the oddly titled Arcadia Project. What this was is unknown, but it must have consumed a considerable portion of the man's wealth; Contemporary reports have him living a comparatively frugal personal life despite the massive amounts of treasure he raked in on his various adventures. He never seemed to blow his wealth in a massive spree the second he got to port like many of his crew and contemporaries, and judging by historical records he had very little money in his bank account for most of his career.

The pirate had to be hiding his wealth somewhere. And all sources pointed to Arcadia. Unfortunately, much data was lost during the Vong War and the conflicts following in it wake. Even the location of Skull Base was lost to history. And the current band of Dark Sun pirates were about as clueless as anyone else. There were only a handful of links to finding the Arcadia project left: Most were to be found on Ord Mantell, one of the pirate's favorite stomping grounds. The Other possible link was the Auric Runner, The pirate's ship, now an exibit in the Corellian Space Museum and far out of the Hutt's reach.

Gordo had been at his search for twenty years now, and felt he was no closer to Project Arcadia than when he began.
the Hutt mused as he poured over his calculations.

A voice called from the door to the audience chamber.

Gordo popped a snack into his maw and glanced up in slight annoyance to see one of his Nikto guards.
He growled.

The guard said in a peculiarly mechanical fasion.

The Hutt frowned. Something was amiss. His guards usually never spoke in that fasion. Intrigued, he moved his hoversled to face the door.

Link Darksun's quiet voice replied as he entered the room.

Vaan's officers looked at him for approval, but not even a glance came.

"You claim you are a Chiss citizen, yet you live as a governor on a backwater world. When was the last time you spoke to anyone on Csilla? And I will stay on this ship until I fully know your intentions. And you simply assume that I was in Chiss Space. Perhaps I was scouting the UR."

"The last time I spoke with someone from Csilla... other than you... was nearly 19 years ago. I am a Chiss in all legal ways, save for certain... beliefs my superiors held over me. I have no intentions, other than to maintain the peace and order on Wayland, and maintain Empirial rule as peacefully as possible. Yours are?"

"That's funny, because last time I checked, people with no intentions don't just summon other's to their homes." By now, some officers were just laughing at the sheer length of this debate. Vaan didn't mind.

"Oh fine, you caught me," Elladan replied sarcastically. "I was lonely and wanted someone to talk to. Happy?"

Once he was safely outside the Hutt's palace, Link let out a releaved sigh.
"Unpleseant that was. But necessary. The threat of violence often carries more weight than the act itself. Now the Corrans should be safe for the time being."
He looked at the paper he had snatched and scanned the slime covered words upon it.
The hutt was looking into something by the name of Project Arcadia, some great treasure Cale Darksun had apparently possesed.
He frowned and memorized what was written upon the paper. He owed it to his ancestor to protect what he had decided to keep hidden from the galaxy. To leave it to a Hutt would probably make his Anscestor roll in his grave...assuming he had one.
Link crushed the paper up and hurled it into a trash can.
"Yet one more thing to worry about it seems..." he muttered.

Rusty gave the time. "We are twenty standard hours away from Mon Calamari," the droid replied.
"So, like, have you ever like, totally been there before?" Freya asked Gorwooken.