Chapter 9 by mburns

Where does Hera land?

Tatooine

The pod skidded into the sand, grinding to a halt. Hera **** the hatch open and stepped out, immediately greeted by the harsh desert heat of Tatooine. The heat combined with her black leather outfit left Hera boiling within seconds, and she immediately began looking for shelter. Turning around, she spotted a palace just a few minutes away. "Perfect," she mused, "I'll go in there and use their communicator."

Standing on her toes to knock on the door, Hera was greeted by a strange droid with one eye popping out of the door. Before she could respond, the door swung open, and she walked inside.

Walking in quietly, she held her jacket in place, pulling tightly over her breasts to ensure she didn't expose herself. Stepping through a doorway, she found herself in a grandiose throne room. The room was filthy, littered with **** girls and bounty hunters, and in the throne sat a disgusting, slug like Hutt, shoving some slop into his mouth. The Hutt grumbled, and the droid translated. "The almighty Jabba wishes to know your business." Hera took a deep breath. "I'm sorry to intrude, I'm afraid I'm stranded here on Tatooine, I just need a communicator to call my friends." The Hutt examined her, licking his lips with his long, slimy tongue as he eyed up her barely contained cleavage. He grumbled, and suddenly, Hera felt a gun pointed on her back. Turning her head, she saw the Mandalorian bounty hunter behind her, ensuring she didn't try to run. The droid spoke. "The almighty Jabba has made a decision."