Jabba's Palace

A sharp slap across your face drags you back to consciousness. You appear to be in some sort of prison. Or maybe a subterranean zoo? Half of the other occupants are sentient aliens of all kinds. The other half seem to be horror beasts of unspeakable shapes and sizes. Wherever you are, the least attractive Twi'lek you've ever seen is reeling back to strike you a second time.

"Knock it off! I'm up, you ugly bastard."

The second slap has your ears ringing. You'd punch him, but it would appear your hands are bound behind your back. The Twi'lek is hissing something at you in Huttese.

"Jabba... desires to eat me?"

A nervous voice from the hallway calls out:

"The illustrious Jabba will see you now."

"Joy. Before we go, can you tell me where my friend is?"

"Safe. Now please, follow me."

You follow the Twi'lek and his translator, a protocol droid. You are glad he's there; not only is your Huttese just terrible, but he shuffle walksincredibly slowly. It gives you time to get your bearings, and figure out a plan.

You would guess you were taken to Jabba's palace. It is by far one of the most disorienting places you've ever been. Aliens of every shape, size, and color line the halls. There is smoking, dancing, and drinking everywhere. Music blares through the winding labyrinth of hallways; you don't mind the melody, but it sounds like someone is actively electrocuting the singer. A plethora of dancers try valiantly to sway to the tune, clad in bikinis of gold or silk. Some are pulled down roughly, to provide more personal entertainment. You see more than a few dancers bent over tables, railed by some slimy thug while his drunk comrades cheer.

At the center of the hedonistic sprawl lies a massive, sluglike form. Jabba, you presume. He is jamming still living creatures into his mouth, actively drooling on himself and the servants scurrying around him. Occasionally his arm darts out to catch a pretty wench, pulling them close and delivering a long lick across their faces. It invariably earns a practiced smile, and sometimes even a 'thank you'. You shudder just thinking about it, and about what must be done to girls who aren't able to fake that reaction.

You've never understood how such disgusting, slovenley beings garnered so much power and respect. You've never dared to cross one either, so whatever they did, it worked.

You are pushed down before Jabba's dais, knees clanging harshly on some sort of metal grate, and the assembled chaos goes silent as his voice booms out authoritatively.

Did he just say he plans to fuck you?

"I'm... flattered? Really, I am. It's just I-"

"The munificent Jabba would like to inform you that you are lucky."

Right. Maybe just let the translator handle this one.

"In his mercy, Jabba will allow you to explain why you are stealing from farmers under his protection. If you are honest, he may decide to kill you quickly. If you are not, he will feed you to his beloved pets."

From below, you hear scattered howls and roars. You doubt his pets are of the small and fuzzy variety.

"I see why this would look bad, but I think this is all a big misunderstanding. My name is Corvin Marks, and I'm a bounty hunter, not a thief."

Jabba has returned to cramming his gaping maw with food, and his eyes are only half open. Between that and the expectant looks of the scattered spectators, you aren't sure Jabba is super invested in hearing your story.

"The most mighty Jabba has heard of you. Your exploits are known, but your crimes are unforgivable. The farmers you robbed were under his benevolent protection, and justice must be served."

You're pretty sure Jabba didn't actually say that. Or anything at all. You're pretty sure he fell asleep, and a half eaten snack is trying to make it's escape from his craw.

"Maybe you should look to bring that justice to someone else. Someone like the person who hired me. An associate of yours, goes by the na-"

The Twi'lek cuffs you sharply before you can continue. Jabba himself has snorted awake, and the crowd is buzzing excitedly. Court gossip, and by the smack you received, gossip they aren't supposed to know.

Jabba yawns, speaking waving his arms in the least believable display of nonchalance you have ever seen.

"The merciful Jabba, in his bountious benevolence, will spare you. You will receive the quick **** you were promised. He also orders The finest wines and foods brought for his guests, and for the entirety of the **** harem to be brought out for your entertainment."

The crowd cheers, most of them easily distracted by the promise of more debauchery. You are rushed down a small hallway, and thrown into the first quiet room you've been in since you arrived. Quiet at least, until the Twi'lek starts jabber-shouting at you.

"You're right, your face does look like it was caught in a fire. But you said it, not me."

More screaming.

"What do you mean I'm to blame? That's your mother's fault, not mine. I didn't fuck her, not if she looks anything like -"

"The majordomo wants to know who hired you. He intends to **** you until you give him a name." Apparently you were rushed too quickly, and the droid wasn't able to keep up.

"No need for that, Ugly. I'm not any happier with her than you are. Her name was Naraya. Tall, gorgeous, works out of Mos Espa?"

The majordomo paces about the room, brooding and muttering. He suddenly calms, and sits across the table from you. He talks for some time before you get your translation.

"The majordomo would like to offer you a proposition. He will convince Jabba to forgive your crimes against you. He will also arrange fair payment, and guarantee your safe conduct off planet. All he asks in return is for you to use your position in her employ to bring Naraya back here, alive."

You'd guess Jabba doesn't want it known his lieutenants think he's weak enough to fuck over. It's a better deal than getting fed to wild animals, and you have to assume they still have Tekka captive. It's not as if Naraya is in your own good books either.

"Deal. Now let me out of here. I need to get to my ship so I can get started. Tonight."