PoisonousIvee
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2017
Nim'ahan followed closely behind her husband, trying to look brave despite her shaking. They were walking straight into the lair of a Hutt, and not just any Hutt. It was none other than Jabba himself. He was the worst of all of them, she had heard stories stretching farther out than she could think the Hutt even had grasp. She gripped Ja'rin's hand, unable to see his expression with his hood up, and she forced down her shakes as much as she could. He didn't need to know she was scared, that was more stress than he needed. They were stopped by the guard, who didn't let him pass at first before Jabba chortled at them in Huttese to let Ja'rin and Nim'ahan through.
"I'm glad to see you had received my summons," Jabba remarked amusedly, "It would be rather foolish of you to ignore such an invitation." Nima tried not to look at him, in fact shuffling more behind Ja'rin as much as she could. She was well aware of what the Hutt's did to her people, and she wasn't too keen on becoming a Hutt slave. She squeezed Ja'rin's hand gently, as if to silently ask if this was the right thing to do. They both knew better, was it wise to entertain him?
"I'm glad to see you had received my summons," Jabba remarked amusedly, "It would be rather foolish of you to ignore such an invitation." Nima tried not to look at him, in fact shuffling more behind Ja'rin as much as she could. She was well aware of what the Hutt's did to her people, and she wasn't too keen on becoming a Hutt slave. She squeezed Ja'rin's hand gently, as if to silently ask if this was the right thing to do. They both knew better, was it wise to entertain him?