Private “Infringement”

[Xazzah Distane Korja]

Location: Xazzah the Hutt’s Palace

The Hutt watched his men load armfuls of guns from one transport to another beneath the shade of an archway.

A slight breeze began to whisper, spinning up from the waterfalls that cascaded below and sprayed slight mist onto the Hutt’s autumn-colored skin, giving him a tiny break from the sweltering temperatures that normally lorded over Khofar at mid-morning.

The Hutt closed his wide, red eyes and his mouth sagged slightly in appreciation, as if he were a giant toad perched upon a fern in a rainforest.

A blast from a rifle suddenly went off, and the Hutt trembled visibly, his shoulders hunching and his face breaking into an angry scowl that turned his grin much wider.

“Aaaah!” he bellowed, his tail flopping in agitation as he gestured with a stubby arm. He pointed to the offending worker, a clumsy Aleena who had piled one too many blasters into a heap in his arms.

“Chuba! You drop that again and I’ll shove it down your throat! Boska!” Xazzah barked in Huttese.

He swiveled his head to watch the Aleena skitter back into line and wait for his turn to throw the guns into the growing pile aboard an Action VI transport.

“The men are making good time,” came a voice just behind him.

Xazzah jumped again, visibly, but relaxed, his belly sagging as he recognized his Twi’lek aide. She had a habit of creeping up on him.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “If they are done early, all the better. I want these guns up and out of this valley before we break for lunch. And then off to Stygeon Prime they can go.”

“Before lunch…maybe a snack, then?”Magent offered.

She held up a large, wiggling, yellow grub that Xazzah was sure she had gone out early in the morning to pluck from the ferns and logs that grew in the valley along the palace.

The Hutt’s tongue slithered out toward the insect, until he had plucked it from the woman’s hand. To her credit, the Twi’lek appeared unbothered.

“Mmmm……that is very good,” the Hutt complimented, chewing loudly and crunching down on the legs while watching his men pile hand grenades and Relby pistols into the two transports.

For Xazzah, this was an especially good morning.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The sky above Khofar was thick with heat and haze, the scent of spice, oil, and sweat clinging to the air like a second skin. From the towering cliffs that overlooked the valley, Valery stood motionless, a shadow against the glow of the Hutt's operation. The intel had been clear — Xazzah was moving weapons to dangerous buyers, and if that cargo reached its destination, it would only be a matter of time before those guns would cause trouble. That wasn't going to happen. Not while she was here.

A faint breeze lifted strands of her auburn hair as she crouched at the ledge, fiery eyes locked on the palace ahead. Armed sentries patrolled the perimeter, a mix of Nikto, Weequay, and Gamorreans, sluggish in their routes but still dangerous in their numbers. The transport was nearly loaded, crates upon crates of Relby pistols, grenades, and rifles disappearing into the ship's belly.

Her fingers flexed around the hilt of her lightsaber, though she made no move to ignite it. Stealth first. Precision over brute force.

She adjusted the strap of her bodysuit, the material lightweight but reinforced, allowing for movement and protection in equal measure. Xazzah's palace was no fortress, but Hutt compounds were always labyrinthine, designed to trap enemies in corridors of vice and violence. Getting in was one thing. Getting out? That would be the real challenge.

One step at a time.

Valery leaped from the cliff's edge, the Force guiding her like a whisper in the wind. She landed in silence, boots pressing against the dampened earth of the valley. The sentries didn't notice.

She smirked. They would soon.

The hunt had begun.

Xazzah Distane Korja ​

 

[Xazzah Distane Korja]

Location: Xazzah the Hutt’s Palace


Xazzah had spent perhaps a half-hour more outdoors, watching his employees move his supplies into the ships and speaking with his head of security, before he grew bored and flustered by the heat, though he had made no moves in helping anyone.

“Paaah. It is time to go inside,” he announced to Magent, who looked unsurprised. She had been expecting him to surrender at any moment.

“Handle the rest,” the Hutt announced to his head of security, a Togorian male named Santu who stood out with his white and black fur and green eyes. “Get those ships up and out of here on their way to the Jo’maad.”

The Hutt began to slither away with his Twi’lek aide swaying near his tail, which curved a lazy path along the duracrete base of the palace landing pad, a structure that formed a giant circle.

Santu nodded wordlessly and relaxed a bit as Xazzah retreated toward the shadows. The Togorian male put one hand through his belt loop and reclined, his fur damp with sweat.

Just hurry up and get these things loaded, he mused somewhat bitterly to himself.

His eyes wandered briefly out to the splashes of white foam that sometimes spilled onto the pad from the waterfall. It would be nice to take a dive down there.

But no. Not right now. Have to finish, he thought to himself.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The warm, humid air clung to her skin, the distant roar of the waterfall masking the subtle sound of her boots against the rock as she climbed, fingers gripping onto the weathered stone of the plateau. From her vantage point, she watched. Xazzah was finally on the move.

The Hutt slithered away from the landing pad, his Twi'lek aide trailing close behind him. The head of security, a Togorian, remained behind, his stance shifting into something more relaxed — bored, unfocused. Good. That made her job easier. Valery exhaled softly through her nose, keeping her presence light in the Force as she pulled herself up the last stretch of the climb, silent as a whisper. Her gaze flicked toward the transport, still being loaded, but for now, her focus was on the Hutt himself.

She adjusted the grip on her belt, her lightsaber still cold and dormant at her hip.

Moving low, she darted across the landing pad, slipping behind a stack of supply crates just as the Togorian's ears flicked — had he heard her? She remained perfectly still, watching as his green eyes scanned the area, before he let out an exhale and turned his attention elsewhere.

With the guards hopefully none the wiser, Valery waited until Xazzah and his Twi'lek aide disappeared into the archway leading into the palace.

Then, with practiced ease, she followed.

Xazzah Distane Korja ​

 

[Xazzah Distane Korja]

Location: Xazzah the Hutt’s Palace
NPC Santu


The Togorian scratched the back of his neck and continued to idly watch his comrades. He blinked slowly, feeling sleepy under the hot sun. And then -

The clumsy little Aleena dropped another crate, sending an armful of rifles tumbling and flopping across the duracrete. Blessedly, none of them went off this time.

“Get your —— !” Santu began to thunder, the white fur raising up on the back of his neck as he stepped forward with his hand on a stun baton strapped to his waist.

Then a movement caught his perceptive eyes, and he caught an unfamiliar-looking woman in a tight bodysuit sneaking toward Xazzah as the latter was slithering indoors.

It was hard for him to miss the lightsaber swinging from her belt with her every step, no matter how delicate her crawl was.

What the ——!

Without much thought, the Togorian slipped his blaster from his hip and took a shot.

“Jedi!” he barked, his voice echoing with the blast as a red light zipped toward the woman. The blast hit the stone wall of the palace above her head.

Perhaps she was no Jedi, but he had no doubts - she was here to assassinate Xazzah.

“Get to Xazzah! Fire on the Jedi!” he yelled to his men.

The Togorian suddenly pounced forward and began running toward her on all fours, his teeth gleaming in the shadow of the archway as he bounded toward her.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery heard the shout a split second before the first blaster shot rang out, slamming into the stone wall just above her head. So much for stealth. She reacted instantly. With a sharp pivot, her boot planted firmly against the ground, and in one fluid motion, she drew her saber. A snap-hiss cut through the humid air, and the violet blade ignited, casting an eerie glow against the chaos now unfolding. More blaster fire erupted from the guards on the platform, their shots wild but relentless.

Valery moved quickly.

Her saber carved through the space around her, deflecting one bolt, then another, sending them ricocheting back into the chests of the first two unfortunate thugs. They crumpled before they even had time to scream. Another charged her with a vibroblade, and with a single swift movement, she sidestepped, pivoted, and drove her knee into his gut. He gasped, doubling over — just in time for Valery to slam the hilt of her saber against the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

More were coming, but she didn't have time to focus on them.

Because the Togorian had locked onto her.

The massive feline snarled as he pounced forward, muscles rippling beneath thick fur, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. He was fast — far too fast to engage in a proper duel. If he got close, it'd turn into a brawl, and that wasn't something she was going to allow.

So she didn't let him get close. Valery's free hand snapped up, her fingers splaying wide as she reached out with the Force. The air around her seemed to bend, and in the next instant, an invisible wave of power slammed into the Togorian mid-leap. His snarl turned into a surprised snarl-hiss as his momentum twisted violently — not forward, but sideways.

With a guttural roar, his massive body was yanked off-course, senthopefully soaring toward the edge of the platform. Valery didn't wait to see if he managed to catch himself. With one final glance at the downed guards, she turned, blade still humming in her hand, and sprinted toward the archway where Xazzah had disappeared.

Hoping to still catch up.

Xazzah Distane Korja ​

 

[Magent Aven]

Location: Xazzah the Hutt’s Palace| Outfit

Magent turned just in time to see Santu sent flying to the edge of the platform by the mysterious Jedi's flick of her hand.

The Togorian gave a half hiss and half scream before he bounced over the edge and plummeted down toward the water a mile below, his claws scratching uselessly in the air.


Aaah! Santu!


The Twi'lek gave a hiss and covered her cap with her hands. She did not know who this Jedi was, or why she was suddenly here, but now she did not like her.

Pausing their run just inside the palace doors, she called back to Xazzah to encourage his escape.

"Keep going, master! I will handle her!" she hissed to him. Her hand reached out and closed around a handle jutting out from the wall of the entrance.

"Just come closer, Jedi," she whispered to herself as she watched the human female sprinting toward them, pursued by a host of bumbling idiots waving guns and vibroblades.

When the Jedi came close enough, she would pull the lever…dropping her into an underground chute of water that would slide her down to the throne room and spit her out the other end.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery sprinted forward, boots pounding against the duracrete as she closed the distance toward the archway. Xazzah was getting away, but she still had a chance to catch him — just a few more steps—

Then, suddenly, the ground vanished beneath her.

The floor dropped out in an instant, and before she could even twist to react, she was falling. A sharp splash swallowed her whole as she hit the water, the cold rushing over her in a shockwave. The current yanked her forward, dragging her down a slick, underground chute. The walls blurred past her, the force of the water too strong to fight against as she twisted, tumbling through the rapid descent.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over. With a final surge, the water spat her out into open air, and she crashed down into a shallow pool at the center of a massive chamber — the throne room. Soaked from head to toe, Valery lifted herself up slowly, dripping water onto the sleek, polished floor beneath her. Her dark bodysuit clung uncomfortably, her damp hair stuck to the sides of her face, but she barely had time to process the frustration before she noticed the dozens of guards surrounding her.

Blasters, Vibroblades, hock pikes — Every single weapon was pointed directly at her. For a long moment, the only sound was the water dripping from her clothes and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the waterfall outside. Valery exhaled slowly through her nose. She could fight. She wanted to fight. But this many enemies in tight quarters, drenched and unarmed? That was a battle she wasn't walking away from unscathed. If she wanted to see this through, she needed to be smart about it.

Her gaze flicked across the room. The guards were tense, ready to strike at the slightest provocation. She could sense it in the air, thick with anticipation. Finally, after a beat, she sighed. With deliberate, measured movements, Valery reached down and unclipped her lightsaber from her belt. The metallic hilt was still cold in her hands, but she didn't ignite it. Instead, she crouched slightly and placed it on the floor.

Then she straightened, raising her hands slightly in a gesture of surrender.

A slow smirk pulled at her lips.

"Well," she murmured, voice dripping with amusement. "You got me."

Xazzah Distane Korja ​

 

[Xazzah Distane Korja]

Location: Xazzah the Hutt’s Palace

Xazzah leaned forward and peered into the pit from his place on his throne.

His eyes squinted, mouth going wide as he took in how the Jedi's suit suddenly clung to her body in alarming ways, and how her hair remained soaked and stuck to her back.

How delicious she suddenly looked!

The Hutt began a laugh that rumbled high above the water chamber, and soon his entire court was guffawing down at her. Somewhere above, someone threw pieces of an apple down at her.

Elsewhere, the Twi'lek smiled to herself.

"Hahaha….haul the Jedi up from that hole! " Xazzah called down to his guards, who had crowded uncomfortably close to her, their collective breaths eating away at the air in the chamber.

"If the woman wants to try and take a swing at me…then she will dance!" the Hutt continued. "Let us see what kind of shape they keep these Jedi in now….haul her up!"

Several guards made grabs at her, dragging her through a door in the pit as a bracelet was also slapped on her wrist - one that would prohibit her Force sensibilities considerably, if not completely.

Soon the Jedi woman was brought before the Hutt and all of his court, and Xazzah's tail thumped with renewed vigor from the music he had commanded, after such a near-death experience.

"What is your name, Jedi?" asked the Twi'lek aide, as she stood next to Xazzah and pointed at her with a long finger.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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