Tackyhillbilly
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2013
The Hutt grinned as the girls were escorted into his Hall, the room massive, full of Gammorean Guards, with a few other races around, just watching the five lovely women... all of them feeling eyes roam up and down them. Gremula The Hutt controlled a massive trading operation, moving largely fuel, and foodstuffs to distant worlds in need of both. With the republic in shambles out here on the rim, the prices for both were rising swiftly, meaning the Hutt was currently raking in the Credits. Credits meant power... and power meant safety... even for Jedi fleeing the purges. There were no Clone Troopers here, nothing to hunt for them. If they could buy safety here somehow... they and the 20 young girls with them would be safe. The girls were below, being taken care of by the numerous females in... well. The Jedi knew what it was. Slavery. But the slaves seemed to like the Jedi Children, and they were safer there then back in the ship.
"Ho ho ho. Acha Jeeeedai. Ki kava cheu? Chone ki a u tinka u wik chuba e welta noleeya che doe lita"
The small human beside him, a thin reedy looking fellow spoke up.
"The Great Hutt Gremula asks what can he do for the five lovely jedi... and why they believe he will not turn them over to the Republic for the immense bounty..."
"Ho ho ho. Acha Jeeeedai. Ki kava cheu? Chone ki a u tinka u wik chuba e welta noleeya che doe lita"
The small human beside him, a thin reedy looking fellow spoke up.
"The Great Hutt Gremula asks what can he do for the five lovely jedi... and why they believe he will not turn them over to the Republic for the immense bounty..."