Oola in the monster

Oola was a slave. Had been for a few years. But never had anything like this ever happened in that time. She had just discovered that the rebel Luke Skywalker was coming to the palace to save Han Solo. She sat on her master's dias barely able to contain her excitement. Oola knew that when Jabba had messed with the rebel hero Han Solo that there would be repercussions but she never expected something of this scale.

She was excited because she knew that the rebels were to powerful for her master. He had good defences but not enough to stop a full scale attack to save Han Solo. Oola leaned her green body back onto the slimy tail of her master and closed her eyes. She let out a soft moan as the slime ran down her back.

"I can't wait to get out of this." She thought to herself grabbing at the loose fishnet that she was forced to wear. Over her torso there were two nets that ran over her shoulders and down her back. The same material was used from her thighs down and a strange stretchy material covered her crotch and buttoks. And with this loose net material there was lots to see. She couldn't count the amount of times it slipped off her sweaty shoulders and give all viewers a moment where almost everything was visible. But the most embarrassing part was the silver collar around her green neck. It made Oola feel like she was a pet, or a toy and that all of her value of a person was stripped away. Oola hated her outfit. But that didn't matter. Because in just a few hours Oola would be free from here.

Suddenly Oola felt a tug at her throat as the transmission from the droid faded. Jabba would always do things like this. He couldn't give her too much time before he reminded her that she was his.

Oola looked back to the brown wall she had been staring at. On that wall was a poster of a blue Twi'lek dancing on a big stage. On bad days she would close her eyes and put herself in that blue Twi'leks place. She would be on the stage. She would dance for the sophisticated and polite partons that came to see an elegant dancer. Oola imagined her outfit. A tight yellow dress with a blue sash and red ribbons tied to her lekkus. Oola sighed imaging the life she could have had. She had been seduced by promises of more fame, and more glory than she could imagine.

She felt tears swelling in her eyes as she looked back on her memories. All the things she could have done differently. She could have turned down this offer and be a successful dancer. She could have dropped out of her dance school to join Syndula's fight to lybrate Ryloth like her father and sister had. How? How could she trust that slymo Bib Fortuna!?

Oola felt another tug from the chain. This time it was harder. Oola crawled to her master and stood before him.

"Ahhh" Her master began breathing the smell of klatooine paddy frog into her face. She shivered "My pretty, will you perform for me? I am feeling in need of your services." He said in his native language.

"Yes my master. Anything for you." Oola spoke softly in a flirtatious tone. She knew this would please him and maybe make thing easier for herself. She had learned not to disobey him.

"Good, good. You must be hungry" Jabba said licking his lips flicking his slime onto Oola's chest. She shivered once again as the gooey liquid feel slowly down her body.

"Yes master." Oola said shaking off the strange feeling that the slime left behind.

"Well then eat." Jabba said snapping his fingers alerting his servant Bib. Then Bib Fortuna unhooked her chain form the dias and handed it to one of the slave masters passing by. Oola jumped down from the dais and flowed the woman who held her chain.

"I am lucky that Bib gave you the job to escort me. I couldn't handle another gamorrean right now. " Oola said to the woman who led her through the dark hallways of Jabba's palace.

"Quite slave." Commanded the human. "Sorry… I just don't think we should talk. I heard what happened to you. And would hate for things to get worse Oola." Oola sealed her lips after hearing that. Jabba had ways of punishing slaves that didn't obbey. One that Oola had learned first hand. "Here we are." Said the human as they entered a dimly lit room where she would be fed. Oola could see Lyn'me another dancer with the Max Reebo band sitting enjoying a bowl of some sort of stew. She was wearing a nice poncho with a pretty design on the edges and short shorts that showed most of her long light blue legs. Oola waved and sat down across from her.

Lyn'Me was beautiful and a great dancer. She and Oola weren't close however. Oola being a slave didn't have much of an opportunity to socialize with the band. But they talked whenever they could usually in lekku. They were both twi'leks and it felt like the only secretive and private way they could talk.

"Hello" Oola communicate using her lekku.

"Hello Oola. How are you?" Lyn'me signed back

"Better. Did you hear about Han?" Oola signed as a droid walked by and placed a bowl of stew in front of her.

"No. I have not." Lyn sighed as she showed a steaming spoonful of stew into her mouth.

"Apparently Luke Skywalker himself is coming tomorrow to free him." Oola made the signs quickly with her lekku's. She didn't want some twi'lek guard to know that they were talking about it. And she especially didn't want the slave master that brought her here to know.

"Oola that seems unlikely." Lyn smiled as she made the appropriate signs.

"Lyn'me it is true. I was there. I saw the message." Oola signed at a normal speed sipping from her spoon.

"Sorry Oola. It just seems… like you are holding onto something that is not there." Lyn'me said out loud in Huttese. She stood up and walked over to where Oola was sitting.

"But.. I saw it." Oola signed. Lyn'Me looked down at her sympathetically.

"Oola you should get some rest before the performance. Okay?" She asked at her with a worried tone. Oola nodded and looked back at her food. "Hey Oola." Lyn said grabbing her face gently. "You are going to do great." Lyn then planted a soft kiss on Oola's forehead and turned to walk out. As the sound of Lyn's footsteps faded Oola turned back to her stew.

"That is what I am worried about." Oola thought to herself as she continued to eat.