wake up the next day

You awake to a knock at the door. Clean and dressed in fresh clothing, your muscles ache in a happy and healing way. You haven't slept this good in ages. You make your way to the door to see what all the ruckus is about.

"Master Durga would like to see you," a protocol droid says, before shuffling off down the hall.

You did accept his employment offer, it's only fair for you to start the work day, you muse.

Soon, you are in the palace, and you do a double take as you see Durga now atop Jabba's throne. It most certainly is Durga, however. Though Hutts look all the same to you, you can see the sneer of command on his face. He smiles sloppily as you enter the room, spinning his fat, gelatinous body around to face you. He seems energetic and is surrounded by a crowd of guards, counselors, advisors, and commanders. They all seem to be pecking away at holopads and discussing things with each other.

"Ah, my little Jess, it is good to see you again," he begins, and you still aren't comfortable with the way he talks about you. You approach him, but stay clear of his slimy body, giving enough room to not stain your new clothing.

"You summoned me?" you begin, still not happy with how little time you've been given to relax and unwind. "I thought we'd be celebrating our victory for at least a few more days..."

"Ah, but I am celebrating," Durga chuckles, "in my own way. Unfortunately, success cannot wait. We have taken Jabba's Palace, true, and disposed of the old slug, but we have made many more enemies in the process." He gestures to his crowd of underlings who are in heated discussions. "We are now planning on how to remedy that situation."

He slides off his throne gracefully, making his way very close to you before guiding you toward a corner of the room, away from the hubbub of advisors. "They can continue to work, we actually have something to discuss."

You wince as his slimy hand makes contact with your shoulder. Another piece of clothing stained by hutt goo.

"You see, our enemies have many loyal soldiers at their disposal," Durga begins to plot with you, whispering in some huttish way, "this is not a liability, it is a blessing. The true treasure of Jabba is not his fortune nor his palace, but his loyal followers. We wish for them to serve us." He says "us" with a slimy slurp in a way that makes it clear he truly means "me."

"Alright, so what do you want me to do?" you say, still not following his point.

"I have summoned all of Jabba's closest associates: governors, mayors, warlords, and more, from this sector of the Galaxy, to discuss this transition of power. Many are eager to align the others against me. This, of course, cannot be allowed to happen. We must move swiftly. Their armies are our prize, but the actual leaders are simply a thorn to be removed." He smiles at you, "you have quite a big task ahead of you. You have proven yourself a competent assassin, I'm going to need your help again."

You frown, killing isn't really your style. Jabba's **** still haunts your mind.

"Don't worry," Durga tries to comfort you, sensing your unease, "it will be even less gruesome than the last time. You are going to gain their confidence, and lead them astray. Their hubris will be their own undoing."

You listen, still unsure about what Durga is about to order you to do.

"You and I, however, are going to have to get quite comfortable together," he says, his slimy mouth whispering close to your ear.