your first day in Durga's clutches

Before today, you'd never heard of a "Durga the Hutt," and now he was all you can think about. He's managed to capture you and apprehend you, and also steal your precious cargo that was going to make you a fortune. Instead, you find yourself in a dark room waiting for him to return.

His guards put you here after blindfolding you. You couldn't see anything for a while, but about an hour ago you managed to get the blindfold off. You felt the room begin to hum and a sudden jolt implied you were moving, but you have no idea where you are.

Suddenly, you hear noise outside your little prison cell. It's very dark, so you rely on your ears to tell what's going on. After a clicking sound, you see a burst of light cut through the gloom as you blink and try to adjust your eyes to the sudden change in brightness. "Come this way, Master wants to see you," a gruff, deep voice says.

You get up, and your legs ache from sitting on the ground for so long. Your ass feels like its been permanently flattened. You are surprised to find you've not been shackled at all. The guard leading you doesn't seem to be concerned about your escape. You think about trying to make a run for it, but you don't even know where you'd go.

As your eyes adjust to the new lighting, you start to see all kinds of things. Metal paneled walls, junctions, umbilical ports... you're on a spaceship! You enter a giant room with a massive viewport that confirms it: you're in orbit of Tatooine. You see the golden planet just outside the window.

Your eyes scan this massive room. There are servants milling about, armed guards walking around, and you see a contingent of stormtroopers, an old grey imperial officer and... Durga the Hutt. Your guard seems to be escorting you straight towards them.

"Ahhh, you have awoken," Durga's thick voice booms across the echoing room over the hubbub. You stride forward, curious as to what this is all about. "I'm sorry about your terrible accommodations, rest assured you won't be seeing them again. It appears my guards mistook you for a common criminal."

You raise your eyebrows, curious as to why he would be apologizing to you. You look around, trying to figure out how you can leave.

"But... you are certainly a criminal," the imperial officer speaks up, standing forward, his mustache hairs bristling. He points a baton to your metal case, lying on the floor. You instinctively reach forward to grab it, but strong stormtrooper arms prevent you from moving. "This contraband you had on you, it carries quite a fine."

"So what are you going to do, imprison me?! Get it over with," you say, embarrassed that you've failed your smuggling run so spectacularly, and in such a shameful way. You remember the sinful acts you performed that got you here.

The Imperial Officer seems to want to say something more, but looks at Durga instead.

"Lucky for you, little one," Durga begins, his voice slimy and slithering, "your cargo is something we both greatly desire. You have earned our favor by bringing it to us."

"Well, ain't we just a bunch of pals then?" you say, using your cockiness to cover up your confusion.

"Your cargo was destined for Jabba the Hutt," the Imperial Officer says with decorum, ignoring your words. You raise your eyebrows, you've heard that name before. "Jabba is a powerful figure on this planet and in the entire Outer Rim," he continues, "and while he is often cooperative with Imperial interests, we're interested in making a little bit of a power substitution in this region. That's where Durga comes in."

"You see," Durga begins with a slick smile, "I am a much better, more loyal, Imperial citizen. The Galaxy would do far better with me ruling Tatooine. The problem is, of course, Jabba lies in our way..."

"This... spice you're carrying," the Imperial Officer names the **** with disgust, "is a rare variety Jabba is very eager to get his hands on. We'd like you to continue carrying it to him, and deliver it just as planned."

You raise your eyebrows. "Just as planned?"

"We've made some slight... adjustments, to the package," Durga says. "You needn't worry yourself with the details."

"I need worry myself with the details if I'm carrying something fatal," you retort, uncomfortable with how things have changed for you.

"Ahh, little one," you don't like the way Durga says 'little one', "your package is quite harmless to humans. However, it contains a powerful **** that should drive Jabba mad until finally his brain melts within his slimy fat head." You look at Durga, surprised that he would insult a being that looks so similar to himself.

"Durga will make it worth your while," the Imperial Officer continues. "He can offer you a small fortune. And where Durga offers a carrot, I offer a stick. Fail us, and I will have you sentenced to a life of hard labor."

Well, you don't have a lot of options left. Your mission has just gotten a lot more dangerous.