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Level 3030 buzzed with noise, as it always did. The skies were steady with vehicles, there were not nearly as many as there were on the surface, but a lucky few got around the undercity this way. They were a luxury for the wealthiest. Most of the denizens walked everywhere, the streets were filled with people of all kinds, aliens, humans, criminals, gangsters, all were stuffed down together.

There has been an influx of people in 3030, ever since the Empire began and oppressed millions. Refugees and political prisoners were a common sight on the level. They, like many were victims of circumstance, and unfortunately it forced them into the underworld. To a newcomer 3030 was a frightening place, gun fire seemingly going off every few minutes somewhere in the city, brawls and sometimes shootouts on the streets, gang problems were everyone's problems.

Still, all in 3030 are happy to see another day.
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The changeling stepped through the front doors of Gorro's palace. The name truly fit the building, it was massive, quite possibly the largest one in 3030 besides the abandoned factories. It was also guarded like a military base, once he set foot though the door he noticed the eyes of the 'doormen' on him. Four armored men, each clenching blaster rifles. On the ledge above was another one, the Hutt spared no expense, he was the most infamous being in 3030.

One of the guards nodded at Leru, he was part of the Gorro's Cartel, like a VIP in his palace. Another massive door was directly in front, down a hallway. An armored Trandoshan stood by the door, a blaster on his belt. He eyed the people as they stepped inside, those that did knew they were guests, they had to have 'manners', one idiotic move might land with them out the door, dead or alive, depending on how merciful Gorro felt.

The Clawdite returned the nod from the guard, then proceeded towards the door, the Trandoshan giving him the same look the guard did, which was the most friendly snarl the imposing reptilian could muster. As he entered through that door the noise finally hit him, he was in a huge room, on one side a band played upbeat music, the kind one would dance to or at least tap their foot to. His eyes asjusted to the dimmed lights which offered just enough for one to see across the throne room.

It was a practical melting pot of species inside the room. Humans, Aqualish, Twi'leks, Rodians and many more, but only one Hutt seated comfortably on his throne in the far back of the room. On each side of him were more armed guards. It was a party like atmosphere inside of Gorro's throne room, a scantily clad woman had taken to the microphone, singing in some alien tongue as the music blared. Leru could smell the different types of alcohol and (illegal) drugs being used in the room.

He didn't feel comfortable in there, so many eyes, even in his shifted form as a human male. It was a little too much for the changeling, but he was here to speak with his boss, once he received his credits he would be out of the building. As he approached the Hutt, he felt the slug's familiar eyes on him, a smile on his mucus leaking mouth.

"He is happy to see that you have returned, he trusts you have completed the mission with no complications." A robed Nautolan said to Leru in Galactic Basic as he stood in front of the Hutt. The alien was Gorro's translator, Rhis, a position the Nautolan had held for many years. He was essentially the Hutt's right hand, always beside him. Lerru was capable of speaking the Hutt's own language, but perhaps Gorro didn't feel like speaking.

"Yes, it is done." Leru replied, only saying his words as loud as needed for both the Hutt and his translator to hear them. Once the slug heard his words a smile crept onto his massive face. Lerru did good work, rarely with any issues, the Hutt liked that.

"Excellent, you will be summoned when he has another job for you," Rhis said to Leru, then tapped a device on his wrist. The payment was recieved and the changeling could quietly exit the room which was far too loud for him.

Leru bowed, then moved towards the door, raising the hood on his robe, as the music blared through the room. He wanted to head back home, meditate in silence and solitude.