Seated within the Glorious Jewel of the Hutts, the Winter Palace is situated on a remote island near the planet’s equator. Although blanketed with the pollution from Hutt industry, its location makes the climate hot and humid. Surrounded with trees and vines, it could be considered to be a paradise, even among the barren wasteland of Nal Hutta. Outside of the Winter Palace, a network of sewer pipes transfer the waste from the palace to wherever seems far enough to dump into the oceans surrounding the island. Flora and fauna that have adapted to the Hutt’s environmental changes thrive in the polluted forests surrounding the Winter Palace.

Stepping through its gilded gates, the lavish interior serves as the main audience chamber. Once belonging to the wealth of Jiliac Desilijic Tiron, the gleaming stone of the main aisle leads up to a Hutt’s dais lined with an expensive carpet. Beautiful tapestries line the high walls, telling of the sordid histories of those who woven them, awaiting execution in Jiliac’s dungeons.

Finally, the antechamber to the "throne" room is illuminated from above with high-skylighted ceilings. Constructed from lightly colored stone, the antechamber might have been where the late Hutt entertained his guests before an audience with spice and exotic dancers. In the hands of the Hutt Kajidics, however, these traditions have continued as the Winter Palace now serves as a front for criminal and business ventures that come and go.

Underneath the Winter Palace, trudging through who knows what and covering themselves in layers of grime, Kah Manet and Blackhawk found themselves infiltrating the Hutt retreat. Inside the sewers, the pair could feel the warmth of the equatorial climate. Had they been outside, they may have enjoyed the scenery of beautiful veridian jungles and dense forest. Instead, they got to witness the wear and tear that happens to the pipes and sewers of a palace that houses Hutts.

The sweet stench of fecal matter wafted into the nostrils of the duo. The Gungan inhaled deeply and clicked his tongue. His companion looked back at him, his face contorted in a disgusted and confused look. They had not worked together long, and the Gungan knew his ally was still unsure about him. Newly arrived, with various rumors surrounding Kah, the former Odanite knew it was only a matter of time before the two trusted each other.

The Gungan breathed in once more, letting out a comfortable sigh as he exhaled. The Clawdite, trying his best to not breathe, shook his head and finally spoke after being silent for so long.

“Do you like this smell?” he asked, a hand covering his mouth and nostrils.

“Some udda swamps back home smelled dis way. Nostalgia be a funny ting.” said Kah, shrugging his shoulders, “Besides, de exit be up der. Mesa be seein’ a light.”

They continued forward, knee deep in a strange sludge that neither one of them wanted to know the makeup of, eventually coming out into a small room with a single grate. With some muscle, the duo slid it off and moved it aside. Using his powerful legs, Kah leaped into the air and vaulted himself into the room, reaching down and helping Blackhawk up. The Clawdite instantly breathed in deeply, the scent of the sewer far enough away to not mingle with the fresh aroma. He wasn’t quite sure, but Blackhawk thought that it might be close to a feeding time for one of the Hutts. It smelled like some kind of roast meat, and were it not for the fresh memories of the sewer and all that it entailed, the Clawdite might have been hungry.

“We could poison the food. In the chaos, achieve our objective?” suggested Blackhawk.

The Gungan shook his head, surprise in his eyes being picked up by the Clawdite who made a gesture as if to say he was waiting for better ideas.

“Wesa only takin’ out de second in command. He bein’ da brains behind de whole ting, no sense in harmin’ de odders. Besides, Liath may barter a deal once de numbah two go away. Gain a lil support in our endeavuhs.” said Kah, “Besides, that meal only be for de Hutt. Bossman eats alone, and mesa heard he demands to be left alone. Mesa tink we locate de target and eliminate him as quietly as possible. Straight forward, simple. Sound good?”

The Gungan began to head towards the door only to stop a few feet in front of it. He sniffed the air and frowned a bit.

“Try and stay downwind...bein’ sneaky don’t mattuh if they be smellin’ us before seein’ us.” said Kah.