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Location: Nal Hutta
The Swampy world of the Hutts was not for the faint of heart. There resided the power of the Cartel itself, The Goverment, and Council of Hutts. This was the world from which the Slimy Crime Lords were formed as if from primordial ooze. And it was hot, farrking hot! Eve had worked hard on the Moon of Nar Shadda, to get her a passage to this Slim Hole. Not even the Grand Palace or attempts at civilizaiton could hide the real face of this people, which ws a ruthess Slug that intended to leave its trail all over the Outer Rim. Empires and Republics had come and gone, but the Hutts remained, unphased by the Black Holes of the Dark Side and the Supernovas of the Light. As far as they were concenred, those Mad Monks were the same, some wore black, some wore brown, all of them were nut cases.
Eve found herself agreeing with the Slugs on this, in that she felt Mad herself. Ever since she had discovered her connection to “The Force,” she had felt she had lost her agency over her life. That the Will of Polars were playing in her in a game of Denjirk. She would do anything to go back to Denya, save her Father and stop her Cataclysm she had caused. And yet for all the things the Force could do, it could not roll back the time. The All Powerful energy that had caused so many wars and sunk the galaxy into conflict after conflict was bound to the same Law of Time as everyone else.
The moment the Shuttle landed on the deck of stone, and the ramp began to drop, Eve could feel the sticky wet that clung to her exposed arms, and legs, it was hot and created a layer of moisture like skin over her own flesh, and already she was wishing she was off this Slim Bowl. Approaching was Qu’rran, with those four tentacles like mandibles sticking out, beside him a Rodian with big bug eyes, and green skin, its sucker fingers on the handle of a blaster at its side. Eve was in her black cloak, her lightsaber dangling on her belt, and her eyes a vibrant gold with orange etched around outer iris. She came to Squid Head, when turrents poising on the deck, locked on to her. It was clear that Hutts were taking no chances.
“Greetings and salutations.. Sith. By invitation of the Hutts, you have been permitted to be a guest at the Grand Palace. Alas, there is some formalities, your weapon if you please.. you shall have it returned to you for the games.”
Eve taking the saber, levitating it to hands of the Rodian who grabbed it and made some comment in his tongue.
“Excellent! I understand that your people have other means of causing harm and I must stress any aggression in the presence of His Supreme Majesty will be a declaration of war against the Hutts, and even should you in an unlikely chance escape.. you will be hunted till the end of your days.” Said the Qu’rran.
Eve gave a nod, she chose not to speak unless absolutey necessary, it giving her persona a gravitas and menance. Afterall, Crime Lords only respected one thing, strength. A Skiff Speeder with a Gunner on it, and two Gammoreans with Vibroaxes approached, the elongated speeder could house twelve or twenty, and stepping on The Qu’rran gesturing as Eve stepping on with Rodian close behind. The Skiff flew over green marshlands, with their trees protruding as if teeth. The smell was enough to make one with less control lose their lunch. Eve crossing her arms stood with her eyes upon the trees wizzing past them as they came a Great Palace in the Swamp, it was towering, and oval, a metal of deep copper color, and great tubes like ambilical cords were delving into the Swamp Waters.
The Skiff came to a landing pad, and more Security, this time it was not Pig face guards, it was a Mandalorian with yellow armor and blue stripes, and IG Unit with rapid fire rifle, its red eye fixed on Eve. These acts of attention did not stir her, she allowed them their sense of control, when the truth is no one was in control, The Force was playing its Denjirk, and even they who did not believe in it or scoffed at the nortion of some “all powerful Force guiding their destiny,” were its slaves. Eve was set on her course, and as the great gate began to open, she removed her black hood to reveal her white locks, and face with red tats, which the Qurran took as a sign of respect.
