Kloshi the Weak
Location: Gula's Palace
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Kloshi the Hutt, or Kloshi the Weak as she was known within her own kind, was slithering her way through her elder brother’s domain. She hated being out in the open. As far as Hutts went she was even more of an oddity than her brother was. Gula grew to be big and strong, he just morphed that into obvious muscles that set him out. Kloshi had stopped growing early in her development. Perhaps that was why she chose to keep up a female persona. Several surgeries were attempted to add girth to her body, but it made her stick out even more; it looked as though she was trying to resemble the humanoid subjects that Hutts enjoyed watching dance around their palaces.
Gula’s palace, or what he called a palace was at least less out in the open than the night club her brother had started. And as with most Hutt dwellings there were secret ways in. Kloshi was only a few yards inside the palace when she had wished that she sent
Raa Jan
in her place. But despite her desire to stay in the shadows Kloshi the Weak knew this was a plan that must be started with a conversation with her looking into her brother’s eyes. This was the beginning of something great. The rise of Desilijic Pargg to the highest pantheon of Hutt society. No more bottom feeding. No more mediocrity. And whether her kin liked it or not, Kloshi was the one to start that momentum.
Kloshi gave almost a growl when she was approached by one of Gula’s slaves. She knew full well that the servants had their place. She even had many of her own, but being Gula’s primary source of income there seemed to be quite a few more than Kloshi found necessary. “Run along and get you Master little girl,” Kloshi barked orders to the woman. For all the Hutt knew this girl was bringing dinner to some underling of Gula’s. That didn’t matter to Kloshi. Any good slave will do what they were told when a Hutt demanded.
Gula’s palace, or what he called a palace was at least less out in the open than the night club her brother had started. And as with most Hutt dwellings there were secret ways in. Kloshi was only a few yards inside the palace when she had wished that she sent

Kloshi gave almost a growl when she was approached by one of Gula’s slaves. She knew full well that the servants had their place. She even had many of her own, but being Gula’s primary source of income there seemed to be quite a few more than Kloshi found necessary. “Run along and get you Master little girl,” Kloshi barked orders to the woman. For all the Hutt knew this girl was bringing dinner to some underling of Gula’s. That didn’t matter to Kloshi. Any good slave will do what they were told when a Hutt demanded.