It had been three weeks since Jhar had renounced his worship of Darth Vader, and already misfortune sowed before his path. If he had stilled believed him to be his godly patron, he would have believed it was due to his abscent faith in the Dark Lord all mighty. The Noghri was... different now. He was not the same person he had been months ago, battling Sith Lords. Now here he was, within the den of a Hutt. He had left Remnant space for some time, as he began to see the pointlessness of locking and chaining himself with loyalty whose very name described them perfectly... a remnant. To him, they were nothing more than a tool in which he could allow himself to grow, and become strong. He saw great use in the Imperial Knights, but it would seem fate had other priorities for the Leech Lord.
This Hutt, Jaku, seemed to take him for a commoner. Well he supposed he was walking upon a cane with one arm, and his head cloaked behind a hood and his mouth covered by a repirator, he probably did seem weak and easily manipulated, and pushed about. In truth most of his injuries were merely scars at this point, and everyday he could become braver with simply breathing. It had never been all that damaged in the first place, the repirator simply being a comfort, so it was unsuprising that after these several months it was essentially perfect now. He still had a very slight gimp in his leg, so he supposed that the cane was somewhat justified. He decided that today, he would shed his cowardly skin of hiding, and reveal his inner skin of black clad armor. But not yet, he wanted to milk the illusion for as long as he could.
Apparantly, he had stolen something valueable of the Hutts, if killing his favorite pet could be considered thievery. To be honest, he wasn't even trying to kill the thing, and how could he possibly know that the strange beast was a runnaway of his? The reptile almost got sick of the thought of him trying to justify his "innocence". Simply because he was not trying to kill it did not mean he wouldn't have. In fact, had he killed it on purpose the same result would undoubtedly happen, though at that point he'd simply kill him. But Jhar was not always a malevolent God, he could indeed do things with righteousness. Thus is why he decided to put up with this nonsense of "going on trial" with the fat Hutt.
He sat very relaxed within the bar or whatever this sess pit counted as, and drank a very peculiar concoction. He ignored the taste and did his best simply to ignore where it might have come from, he dared no known for all his bravery. It would not be so long before it was his turn to be spat at by the Hutt. He would in no way do anything he told him to do however, once the Trial was ajurned with whatever verdict and punishment he thought he would give him he'd simply kill his way out, possibly the Hutt too. But regardless, he simply relaxed and waited for whatever it was that would come.
