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Rekto stared at his private comm device, spat several times, and finally said one word.

"Gutto."

The comm flared up, trying to establish a hyperspace connection.

A protocol droid answers the line, one he has seen many times. The droid responds apologetically in Huttese, “Greetings, you have reached his refined estate of Gutto the Hutt, how may this lowly droid be of assistance?”

Rekto tried not to grunt.

"Tell my little brother that I'll wait exactly a minute to see him on the comm, and only because he's put on weight and has difficulty moving around. After that, he'll miss out on the chance to speak."

The droid responded quickly and a few moments later Gutto was on the line looking resplendent and corpulent as ever. He laughed and then said in Huttese, “You interrupt my chems time, brother, this had better be lucrative or informative.”

"How about bonding." Rekto retorted with a wide grin. "Are you sure it is good for you to stay away from my affairs? I would believe in your lack of interest had I not known better."

“Bonding is for lesser species,” Gutto responded before taking a drag of his pipe.

“Profits and expansion are all I care about, sibling. Why bother me now, don’t you have a war to go fight for the Republic so you can get some scraps?”

"It is Republic fighting a war for me." Rekto chortled gutturally. Gutto's dismissiveness was making no impression on him. Just as the other Hutt had said, there were no feelings lost. "And apparently for you. You're going to stoop to reach for those scraps with your tongue, aren't you?"

“I have no need of scraps, there is nothing there but possible slaves and dirt,” he responded.

He laughed deeply and finished with, “I already have plenty of both.”

"I am sure your complacency pleases the Desilijic. I must talk with father about it." Rekto grinned.

“Well considering I am here in my pleasure palace and you are there doing whatever it is you do, I think it has worked out well for me. But if you are looking to do something worthwhile, then we might have business to discuss,” his brother replied before taking another drag.

"Speak, and I'll see if you make sense or just smear the slime." Rekto gruffed.

“If you are tired of scraps, sibling, then we should do our best to bring a potential business partner to my side. Huya Vy is still in business last I checked, she wasn;t my first choice but you work with what you got,” he said chortling loudly, his bulk shifting from the enjoyment.

“Get her to work with me and I can give you a healthy cut of the profits.”

Rekto knew this already, and more, but sometimes corroboration was everything. He moves his nasal holes in a thoughtful ponderousness. "Tell me more of this female who you want to work for the kajidic."

“She thinks she is in charge, and that works for me,” Gutto uttered.

“Does this mean you are interested in helping or just trying to fish for more information, sibling”

Gutto said dismissively, "Then we understand, you act on my behalf we both gain rewards, my share being larger... as it should be."

"It may turn out like that." Rekto said equally dismissively. "You can get back to your addictions."

Gutto the Hutt chortled, his body rippling from the laughter and then he said seriously, “It will or you will be pushed even further down into the muck. Do not contact me again until you have news that increases my profit share.”

He grunts to a servant off screen the line ends.

"I'll brine you." Rekto grumbled once the comm was off.