Private Hutt-napped

[Viraa]

Far far from home.

All Virra knew of the world that surrounded her was that it was not Dathomir. She missed the planet's song, its vicious creatures roaring on their wild hunts, the way the swamp boiled and bubbled under the blazing sun, and the hiss of red mist that wrapped around the floating rock like a deadly blanket. Not many in the galaxy spoke highly of Dathomir, nor its inhabitants, but to Viraa it was home and anything was better than where she had ended up.

Nal Hutta had proven itself to be a miserable place. A disgusting trash pit of chemical waste. Grey smog clouded the air and birthed many a cough from the entities within the Bilbousa spaceport. Virra remained cloaked, the less attention she drew the better and it was for that same reason she left her Rancor behind, chained at the Gate with all the other dangerous pets people couldn't take into a large city. "Things are so different here..." She mumbled, her eyes taking note of the men walking freely, unchained. Dathomir would never have dreamed of such a sight, the liberation of men... the idea made her laugh.

Her thoughts had dislocated her from reality, but a bump in the shoulder brought her back. "MOVE IT LADY!" The slimy worm of a creature grouched, squirming through the terminal. Virra had to stop herself from hexing him, casting a spell that would change his life, or better yet, end it! She cursed under her breath, pulling the red hood further over her eyes as she made her way from the terminal into the bustling city, which was just as desolate and grey as the spaceport.

"There's a Bazaar here somewhere, and surely that will have it..." She was a woman on a mission and she could not return to the home she missed so much until it was complete. The signs were in a language she didn't quite understand but she brushed it off as a language she didn't want to understand. From what she had seen this planet was filled with life, unintelligent life, but life nonetheless. It had truly soaked up its surroundings like a sponge, a junkyard filled with junk rats!

The Bilbousa Bazaar was a hotspot of sorts, not only for travelers and traders but for criminal activity as well. Anything could be considered treasure, and on an island where technology was so prized, they were always eager to get more. The building appeared to be tied together with wire, forged from scraps like everything else. A bell rang as she entered and she was pleasantly unsurprised to find the air within just as dirty as the air outside.

She was a rare sight in the city, and observers couldn't keep their eyes away.

There were many booths and vendors within the confines of the Bazaar of all different races, shapes, and sizes, but Viraa was looking for something specific. An artifact. An ancient artifact. Though she had come looking for treasure, it appeared she had become the treasure.

"What about that one boss? Bet she'd fetch a pretty penny!" The language was indiscernible to her, there was no way she could've known. The grunt elbowed his fat master, a gluttonous worm, a sack of fat, and the king of crime. It was a Hutt.

Jax Thio
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[NPC DM]

A massive Hutt was relaxing on his floating throne being escorted by an assortment of mercenaries. It was an unusually hot day on Nar Shaada and the Hutt could hardly breathe constantly cooling his slimy body with a massive fan wrapped around his stubby fingers. He was on his way to the slave pens in search for a new trophy slave after he fed his last one to his Rancor all because she asked him for water. The Hutt huffed reminiscing that memory, the nerve of her! He set up a time and date when she'll eat and when she'll drink! She'd been his trophy for years! How the frack did she break out of routine! The fiend!

"What's her face was very beautiful and had a wonderful body," The Hutt murmured continuing to fan himself. "But she was a disobedient piece of chit."

The worst part of getting a new slave was to teaching them all of the rules all over again. Depending on how the slave is, it could take years plus trophy slaves were very expensive. "My finances are growing thin," The Hutt said shaking his head before his right-hand man pointed at a potential candidate for being his trophy. She was barely wearing any clothing and her features looked immaculate. She was definitely easy on the eyes as well, she would be the perfect candidate.

"Go and nab her for me," The Hutt said dismissively waving at the woman. "She looks perfect for the job."

Viraa

 

[Viraa]

And just like that, chaos ensued.

What Viraa found shocking was to most, just an ordinary day on a planet whose framework was composed of mobsters, creeps, and crooks. It was no surprise that within the entire galaxy, this planet had been labeled one of many crime capitals, the Hutts did have an insatiable appetite for beautiful women after all, and that had created a handful of problems all on its own, and that only fed one of their stomachs! But how was Viraa supposed to know?

To her, beauty was an unfamiliar concept. Among the covens what mattered was power. Power was beauty. Even among the male slaves, what mattered most was who worked best, who mined more minerals, who cut more wood. Apparently, the rest of the world did not function this way, and in fact, they put great emphasis on this unfamiliar concept.

Lasers shot through the bazaar, burning holes in several racks of fine expensive clothes, knocking down shelf after shelf. of shiny jewelry and collector edition baubles. The beams shot were only harmful to the environment, to a humanoid it would simply tickle and numb. Nobody wanted damaged goods, and exploding one's prey rarely left a satisfying meal.

Viraa's hands seemed to dance as she hummed to herself, green energy weaving between her fingers like threads before surrounding her like a bubble of protection.

The mercenaries' footprints could be heard stomping around the shop, their armor clanking as they surrounded the woman casting her spell.

"How dangerous you men are when armed… were you slaves once? Here to get revenge on the descendant of your captor? Or perhaps a test from my goddess to intercept my mission…" The witch thought of all the options before shrugging, "Well…." The barrier sparked into magical chains of green, wrapping around the crowd of mercenaries in an attempt to restrain them, hugging their bodies tight like an anaconda squeezing the life from its victim. This was what many called the force but to Viraa it was dark magic, one of many spells from her covens infamous book of shadows.

The crowd screamed as the battle raged on, both buyers and sellers raising their arms in fear as they ran for the nearest exit.

The witch was under the belief she had detained the thread, Viraa's staff was now angrily planted into the ground, though she failed to realize the grunt's connection to the glutton on the floating throne. A mistake of ignorance made by a woman who knew little to nothing about the outside world.

"Is anyone going to answer me or should I be expected to fill in the blanks by myself."​

Jax Thio

 

[NPC DM]

Though the men were shocked and dismayed at the sight of the woman summoning a barrier around herself, the Hutt was undeterred. "Oh chit!" One of his soldiers cried out. "We got no chance against her!"

"Are you an idiot?!" The Hutt growled. "She may possess dark magic like a Jedi but she's one person! I want her alive! I want my trophy!"

However, the barrier transformed into chains wrapping around most of the Hutt's men suffocating them. As the crowd began to run in a panic, the Hutt shook his head pulled out his Blaster Pistol from the arm of his chair and fired on the woman. "There!" The Hutt growled. "Blaster is set to stun! What the frack do I even pay you guys for?!"

Viraa

 

[Viraa]

Her magical chains hissing like snakes, dancing through the crowd and lashing out in anger...

She could still hear them slithering, the magical links imitating the sound of metal. Viraa had always been fond of chains, she found that spells involving them had come easier to her and as the woman's head throbbed, pounding with forgetfulness, chains were all she recollected from the day before, and that was partly because she found herself restrained by them.

It was a large cage, one meant to hold several prisoners, but she was all it had. A beautiful bird that would soon be forced to sing.

And sing she would. Viraa jerked her arms forward only to find herself practically immobile. They had taken special precautions with her and even gone so far as to change her clothes. Viraa could only assume this was an outfit meant to restrain her powers in some way, shape, or form, a hideous golden bikini that wasn't much different from her previous attire, merely a different color with a more detailed design. It wasn't uncommon for the witches of Dathomir to dress in less, after all, less is more.

"You...." She spat, "What is this, where am I?" The darkened room was filled with smoke, she could hardly make out his features. That was when she realized this situation was all too familiar to her, though it was usually a man in the cage, and it was her looking from the outside in. Was this a cruel joke? Her past coming up to haunt her... she shook her head and remained strong.

"I am a powerful witch, you know that much! Come closer, let me see you... let me look into your future..." It was not a gift she had been born with, for Viraa that was not a possibility, but seeing her captor's face certainly was, and she was willing to use every tool in her arsenal to make this awful situation even slightly better.

Jax Thio

 

[NPC DM]

The trip back home was fruitful event, the beautiful Jedi was far less annoying when she was knocked out. Though it didn't stop the Hutt from feeding 3 of his troopers to his pet Massiffs as punishment for their utter incompetence. He needed to let the men understand that he does not tolerate cowardice or failure. If he is to become a Damiyo, then he must establish fear and control of his underlings. The trophies outfitted the knocked out woman with the typical slave attire that's befitting a prize trophy like her as well as the chains. Considering she still has her powers, the woman was outfitted with special chains that blocked her force and magic abilities.

When the woman woke up in her pen, the Hutt slithered over to her location. "Mah ji muna nanptesna! Uba doth du bu bamibath see Zentub bu!" (My lovely trophy! You are in the presence of Zentub the Hutt!) A henchmen grabbed the chain handing it over to the Hutt who yanked hard forcing her to his large and slimy body.

"Uba neu mah jewz ku? Toupee mi haku neu see mi woy uba gee?" (You see my future? Tell me what visions of me do you have?) Zentub knew that the woman doesn't have any powers but it was worth humoring her since she obviously thinks he's stupid.

Viraa

 

[Viraa]

Viraa found herself propelled into the arms of the blubbery sand walrus. The chain had dragged her there, much like it would a dog. She found it strange that an inanimate object she had such a deep connection with, so much so that her spells revolved around them, had betrayed her. Life outside of Dathommir had proven to be as dangerous as her sisters had forewarned, but none of their tall tales had prepared her for this.

His breath was rancid, smelling like onions and pesticides, his fat lips chapped and his face scarred. It had become clear to Viraa now that he was the man in the bazaar, and that the guards who attacked her were his lackeys. Not a test from her goddess or spiteful ex-slaves, it almost saddened her. At least then she would have known she was headed in the right direction.

His coughing, mixed with a flurry of words the witch hardly understood, begged a question, she had offered a service after all, and now he was demanding an answer.

Unable to truly use her powers, and unable to see the future even with them, she made something up on the fly. Something she hoped would appeal to his senses, a power fantasy he so clearly craved. "I see you as the kingpin of crime in this lawless place, a crown that no government could ever take from you..." She looked around the dark room in an act of desperation, but she couldn't take her eyes off the hideous golden bikini.

"And at least one hundred wives." She sounded very confident in her prediction, it wasn't out of the ordinary, but her mouth had always gotten her in trouble and so she mumbled, "But I won't be one of them." Almost accidentally. She did not always think before she spoke, and she was certain the comment, even if quiet, would have its consequences.

Jax Thio

 

[NPC DM]

Keeping the woman close to his slimy, slippery mass, Zentub listened in bemusement the woman pretending to see his future. With her generic answer of Zentub being a Kingpin who will rule with an iron fist, it was clear that she was pulling things out of her ass to save herself. "Ho, ho, ho!" The Hutt's booming voice filled the cage room his rotund stomach hitting the woman's slender body with each chortle.

"Kaa haku wa lhonu chanang bankop ahopaua! Hih phabadi an tee wa baha see bullchit!" (Oh what a great prediction oracle! Totally believable and not a bunch of bullchit!) Zentub said his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Jee hatkocanh seweneh boya tah peee kakeiou bai pantkhee mah Yih Kacmahea!" (I will definitely use this as motivation to build my Hutt Empire!)

It was amazing how slaves were able to say anything with conviction just to escape their unfortunate predicament. Zentub in his 600 years of life, just learned to roll with it in order to plant false hope within them. Or in the woman's case, mess them up. "Dobyeha?! Bai wa mon duhofwacha dobyenaee? Kava kehenbo-ase! An cheespa bu koo bo Jee laabyeha? Tee hee jeejee katka dopeha bahonha bu bawaha saptkhe ateema! jot ten bolla!" (Marriage?! To a hundred wives? How wonderful! And you will be the first one I marry? Well then we must start arranging the affairs right now! Let's go!)

Laughing, Zentub pulled the chain forcing the woman to be dragged on the ground. He slithered towards the Lieutanant who saluted. "Edlo." Zentub said. "Batesn bu cotky! jeejee doth meeto toe gee wa koushonbe dobyeha gahacanea!" (Summon the priest! We're going to have a small wedding ceremony!)

Viraa

 

[Viraa]

Viraa barely kept herself from puking, his slimy rolls like a busted can of biscuits, hugging her figure in the most grotesque way humanely, or huttly, possible.

"Oh..." She bit a fingernail, "He's deaf." It was a much-needed dosage of sarcasm in a worsening situation. She found herself in figurative quicksand, and the more she squirmed, the less hope she had of escape. But who was she, as a Dathomir Witch, to give up now? That would certainly dishonor her sisters, her coven, her mother... "Well you see, it isn't that easy..." She winced, telling yet another white lie.

"It's the price of wielding my magic. Wherever I go, misfortune is sure to follow. That is my curse, and even these chains won't stop it from catching up to me... do you really want a cursed bride? You see, these are the types of things you learn about a person before marriage. Preferably over a five-course meal and not through the lens of enslavement... but, time and place, time and place." Viraa was only half lying, she did believe that her magic was something of a curse, especially at times when it spiraled out of control. Unlike others from her home, she was no prodigy. Magic had not come easy to her, and the book of shadows made her feel like a dyslexic, but she came out stronger for it.

It was at that moment her chain was yanked once more, tightening around her neck as her body was forced to the cold solid surface. The bikini at this point was stained by who knows what, Hutt slime or floor grime, it was anyone's guess. Viraa's fiery attitude remained, even in captivity, she was a wounded animal, and a wounded animal learns to bite. Dragged to wherever they wished her to go, she had no choice but to spit. "Bring in your priest, I'm sure he'll tell you. Whatever religion he follows, whatever holy water he tries to douse me in, I'm sure it'll evaporate on the spot!" She was unfamiliar with the customs of the Hutt, what Gods, if any, they dared to worship. Dared because to Viraa there were only the deities of Dathomir, everything else was nothing short of a fairy tale, much like the one she had just spun for her husband-to-be.

Jax Thio

 

[NPC DM]

The woman ranted and raved saying that she's actually cursed or something. Zentub didn't pay attention much, every trophy would scream and curse at him so many times that it started to feel the same. "Nanptesna, caiot uba sey kaa da doth ahesenoue? Jee gee coe bacaka dokwacha cliches du bo cohaua bantanlee." (Trophy, can you say anything that's original? I've counted like 50 cliches in one rant.)

He pulled up the woman from the floor, thankfully the golden bikini and her skin were untouched. Zentub pulled his trophy towards his massive arms wrapping her slender body around him. "Mah Nanptesna, Yih dobyeha doth bankepie woy che ji muna. Fa baa woy che chamheaka bacaka wa yanee ahbeu." (My Trophy, Hutt marriages are rarely done for love. It's done for ownership like a business arrangement.)

Maybe it's best that they get married for real. Zentub had to admit, that he was having the most fun that he ever had in a long time. Besides, he can always annul the marriage whenever he feels like it. "Dobra kutata kreesta bai panwa bu cuova see mee pacmona rin bahvetken!" (I'm looking forward to enjoying the pleasure of your company young witch!) Zentub laughed. "Joppay jeejee laabyeha, cheespa bu kloonkee nanptesna du pea Jee hatkocanh cohou mo bai mah panpiha!" (When we marry, you'll be the head trophy in which I'll show off to my rivals!)

They exited the cage room and were now Zentub's palace, Zentub pushed the woman still holding on to her chain. "Tee ava un mah wuehkase'depi? Jee dayan bai woy bu dobyeha ahbeu!" (Where is my speeder? I need to make the marriage arrangements! )Zentub barked looking down at the woman giving her a simpering smile.

Viraa

 

[Viraa]

Viraa ignored her surroundings for a second.

Her first day out and here she was, a caged bird that would soon be forced to sing. How had she gotten into this situation in the first place? Was it ignorance, weakness... or perhaps a mix of both? Had she bothered to learn of her surroundings, and read more about where she was to be going, maybe she would have been more prepared. How could she, a foreigner isolated from the outside world, know that this was a gangster's paradise? A hotspot for slavery and polygamy.

Much like before, a chain snapped her back to the room, and unpleasantly in his arms that smelt like sulfur and swamp water. A beautiful trophy and a hideous shelf.

Defeat was on the horizon, but she refused to let that sun rise. The smell reminded her of something, a beautiful flower with an even more beautiful... poison. She had always been fond of using it in her hunts, it was a quick way to defeat someone or something bigger and more powerful. When she had her magic, that was a rare occurrence, but without it, she hardly recognized herself and it seemed even a strong gust of wind was a threatening foe. Luckily she always carried a vial, tied on her necklace or fashioned as an earring. With that in mind, Viraa's outlook changed.

"Then I will do whatever I must." The darkened room left them as she was introduced to the palace, she attempted to keep her head held high, but the constant tugging of that chain kept her gaze wherever the hut had commanded.

If he left, she would have more time to plan the wedding! Which to Viraa meant Zentub's untimely demise. She couldn't dream of a more magical wedding than one where the groom died before she ever had to say I do. "Are there any rules, my king?" The last part was said with such hostility, it was obvious she was poking fun at both him and her prophecy; one that almost certainly would never come true, because she was going to kill him. One way, or another.

Jax Thio

 

[NPC DM]

Either the woman is going through the bargaining phase or she's trying to bide her time. Still, someone who possesses that amount of power like she had will not go down quietly. Zentub yanked her chain preventing her from trying to keep her head up high. "Uba kankahuesa mee canta Dobra stoopa dauah bahvetken?" (You really think I'm stupid pretty witch?) Zentub replied chuckling. "Jee gee neu Rod cay cua dan basa jahkala ai uba! In ting bapionh tee-tocky dopo bai han joniu bu dai whao uba banag bai woy wa phabadi upee." (I've seen Jawas with better acting ability than you! Maybe next time try to tone down the seething if you want to make a believable lie.)

He did sense that she was on the verge of being broken down, or at the very least being resigned to her new life as a trophy who happened to be married to a powerful Hutt. "Dobra ritke cuanica haku uba neu du mee neu tanea cuee. bo joniu mon dohofwacha cuee bai bolla!" (I'm just fulfilling what you saw in your vision nothing more. 1 down 99 more to go!) Zentub chuckled continuing to yank at the woman's chain and forcing her to get down on her knees.

"Mah cetka masii doth da uba doth bai doth wa nanptesna da hatkocanh sonla, kotoha mi, an chahsa cha mah doyoee dayan!" (My ground rules is that you are to be a trophy that will dance, massage me, and take care of my basic needs!) Zentub chuckled. "Uba doth bai woy da um baw wah cobaya see mee nem! Woy uba bkoha biw mah taiabyena bai doth?" (You are to do that for the rest of your life! Do you understand my bride to be?)

He looked around so far nobody was escorting him to the speeder. "Tee ava un mah wuehkase'depi?" (Where is my speeder?!) he shouted his voice echoing throughout the hallway.

Viraa