A Toydarian trash tycoon and his two cronies [silk]

Hello!

Although this request is for three characters, I'd be more than happy with just Rammo, the first one. Here's the deets:

Rammo:
A Toydarian, Rammo is the founder and CEO of Rammo's Reclamation Co. Inc., a galaxy-spanning salvage and junk retrieval company. His tenacity in scouring the galaxy for garbage has made him quite rich, as has his stubborn refusal to spend even the smallest amount of credits on corporate appearances. A scheming but jovial fellow, Rammo has a great love of holomovies, and will spend exorbitant sums on bootleg copies of the latest pictures while refusing to spend even a half-cred to repair a pair of pants that are split wide open up the back. He is always dirty and disheveled, but extremely energized and verbose.

Sloat:
The lone pilot and technician aboard Rammo's flagship, Sloat is a lazy underachiever who might have real brains, but generally can't be bothered to try and find them. He's tall, lanky, and typically wears dirty coveralls with assorted tools stuffed in the pockets. A young Adrian Brody or a crownless Jughead Jones might be a good jumping-off point for him.

Kroff:
Rammo's resident tough-guy, Kroff is tall, muscular, and imposing. Despite being the 'muscle' of the group, Kroff is actually its most cunning member; even if only as a result of Rammo's blinding whims and Sloat's unshakeable laziness. Slightly embarrassed to be working for a salvage company, Kroff wears finely-tailored suits and favours stylish dark glasses, to distance himself from the stigma of the salvage business. Actors like Ving Rhames or Keith David could make a good model for him.

Of course, I'm really interested in the artist's interpretation of these characters, so it's open season! I hope one of you talented folks will have a go at this one. Here's a bit of fiction involving the group:

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The Reclamator I hung high above the gold and pink planet of Bespin, a mismatched hulk painted in equally mismatched colours. Its engines inert, it simply sat in orbit, rolling lazily and reflecting the light of the system's distant sun.

Aboard, in a chamber lit only by an old-model holoprojector, a small Toydarian man sat on a large, lumpy couch. He was leaning forward, elbows on knees, listening to the holofilm and anticipating every word its characters said.

"Ha ha!" the being laughed in answer to one of the lines. Then he grabbed a large handful of chop chips from a nearby bowl, vented some intestinal gas, and stuffed the chips into his maw, crunching contentedly. The chamber's hatch opened.

Rammo the Toydarian covered his eyes in annoyance. "Kroff, get in here n' shut the door," he commanded, "you're lettin' in the light!"

Kroff, his head still bandaged from the previous night's botched kidnapping attempt, did as ordered and stood patiently, waiting to be addressed.

"Would you look at that picture?" Rammo marveled. "I'm watching Hedgemont Falls. It's a pirate copy, regular mugs can't even buy this yet." He slapped the couch beside him. "Sit down and watch it with me! I can restart it from the beginning, if you want."

"Boss, I just watched this with you a couple days ago."

"Don't be a stick in the mud, Kroff," Rammo commanded. "Sit."

The hulk of a man did as ordered, couch squeaking, while his boss turned his attention back to the holo.

"Would you look at that smile, Kroff?" Rammo swooned as an image of Jyllis Tromso, Hedgemont Falls's principal actor, shimmered on the holotable. "Have ya ever seen such a precious jewel?"

Kroff nodded dutifully. "Good lookin' woman."

Rammo suddenly paused the image and turned to Kroff, his eyes pleading. "Did she smell good, Kroff? How did she smell?"

The man fidgeted uncomfortably. "She, uh, I don't know. She smelled like a person, I guess."

Rammo rolled his eyes at the brute's lack of sensibilities, broke wind again, and reached for some more chop chips. "No matter," he munched, "soon, she'll be sitting right here beside me, on this very couch," he looked dreamily at the space his employee now occupied. "Right where you are now..."

Kroff shifted uncomfortably. "This part of the couch has a spring sticking out, boss. You want I should tape it up before she gets here?"

"Don't waste the tape!" Rammo admonished him sternly. "One tiny spring will be a minor detail when Miss Tromso finally beholds the opulent empire that is Rammo's Reclamation Company, Incorporated!" The Toydarian took flight as he announced the name, hung in the air awkwardly for a moment, then descended back to the couch and reached for more chips.

"So what's the news from Trask," he munched, "my informant in the Wing Guard?"

"Not much," Kroff confessed. "Miss Tromso's been inside a private residence all day."

"Whose?"

"The singer's. Fiola Shaku."

Rammo wiped a greasy hand on his shirt. "And what do we have on her?"

Kroff folded his hands. "Records show she's had some scrapes with the Empire, but her outstanding warrants were retracted, for some reason. Apart from that, just the basic stuff. Works at The Blue Room, as we know. Has a ship called the Dawncaller berthed in the Port Town docks.

Rammo reached for his comlink. "Sloat!"

It took a moment for the pilot/technician, far away across the vessel, to respond. "Yes, boss?"

"Keep an eye on the sensors," Rammo commanded. "You see a ship called the Dawncaller lifting off, I wanna know about it."

"Okay," the voice returned, crackling with static. "But, boss? I've been at the board ten hours, now... was hoping for a little shut eye."

"Double-time!" Rammo announced cheerfully. "For both of you! This is Rammo's Reclamation's finest hour, and I know that neither of you wants to miss it. Keep to your posts!"

Kroff rose from the tattered couch. "You want me to take the shuttle back down to the city n' help out this Trask?"

"Yes!" Rammo replied. "But first," he added, holding his bowl out toward the man. "I'm outta chop chips."

Kroff took the empty plastic bowl from the Toydarian, and smiled his wide grin again.

"On it, boss."

I. J. Thompson

Silk, thank you so much for taking this! I'm very excited to see what you come up with.

If you'd like more story, it continues here (mostly just within my own posts).

Thank you again! :)

silk

I also have the high res version if you want it. just sent me a email address to my inbox and i can send it to you.

I. J. Thompson

Holy moly, that was fast! Link doesn't work, though. Waiting for it to be added by a mod?

I. J. Thompson

No worries, I was having connection troubles anyway. And, HA! I love the 'R' on Rammo's hat! :D