Theva hated this planet already. She’d barely stepped foot out of the speeder car, and she could already tell it was a shithole.  It smells funny, it’s full of people and they all make too much noise, there are neon signs buzzing everywhere and everywhere she looked, some idiot was fighting some [i]other[/i] idiot over something that is ultimately, completely insignificant to the war. Why she was here, she still didn’t know. She wasn’t a Force-damned diplomat, she was a [i]Warrior[/i], made for carving through adversaries on the battlefield, not having tea with a Hutt. 

“Negotiate with the Hutt, they said,” she muttered angrily to herself as she stomped through the street and searched for the meeting place, “there’s nobody else that can go, they said.” 
Of course, she very well couldn’t refuse an order from a Darth, and thus here she was. But she didn’t have to be [i]happy[/i] about it. 

The Hutt Cartels controlled this planet, along with most of the other moons orbiting their homeworld of Nal Hutta. And the fat slugs refused to pick a Force-damned side. They would much rather grow rich on spoils from both sides, even if that meant allowing ridiculous gangs of mercenaries undermine anything the Empire was trying to do here.
As long as she got to kill something eventually, she kept telling herself, then it would be worth it. 

She ignored all the people staring at her, her red eyes scanning the crowds for someone who looked like the contact she was supposed to meet. She honed in on a man in mercenary’s armour, leaning against a doorframe as he subtly glanced her way, jerking his chin for her to follow, and disappeared down the hallway. The Chiss checked over each soldier, scanning through the crowd for anyone who might be following her, finding no-one, she crossed the street and slipped after him.

“Finally, you arrive.” the Hutt droned in the garbled, unelegant language that is Huttese. “I do not like to be kept waiting, Sith.”
“And [i]I[/i] have a very itchy lightsaber hand.” Theva retorted, raising her chin at the slug and skewering him with her gaze, “So I would advise that you don’t anger me, Hutt. Speak quickly. I haven’t got all day.”