DISCLAIMIER: George Lucas is the billionaire, not me
I've been sitting on this story for many years. It is dedicated to Oola, the beautiful Twi'lek with whom I am enamored with. I always thought she got kind of a rotten deal, so I came up with this as a way of saving her from her grisly fate. It's a "What If…" story. What if… important business came up, and Jabba and his entourage had to leave Tattooine before Leia, Chewbacca, and the droids had arrived? Aboard Jabba's space cruiser, another crime boss falls for the dancer, and he attempts to save her from her life of servitude. It's one of my first attempts at a real romance story. You'll forgive me if this doesn't meet your standards.
"I can't go on living like this," she thought.
Oola sat on her bed in her menial slave quarters, along with fellow dancer, Yarna the Askajian. It had only been a week, and she had already reached her breaking point. She envisioned a luxurious life as the concubine of a dashing, powerful businessman, not stripping for a grotesque, bloated slug, and his obnoxious "friends." Her life on Ryloth seemed a distant memory, almost as if it wasn't her own past. While it was not uncommon for slave traders to capture young Twi'lek girls to be used as slaves for the crime lords of the Outer Rim, she had no idea that it would be as bad as it was. However, what stung even worse was how she had been lied to and manipulated. Bib Fortuna had betrayed his entire race by serving this slimy piece of worm-ridden filth for decades. How could she have been so naïve? He filled her lekku with delusions of grandeur, promising her that she would sleep on the most relaxing beds, eat the finest foods, all in exchange for performing exquisite and exotic dances for her "…handsome master, Jabba." And of course, there was that man… what was his name? Skywalker. The day she arrived on Tattooine, he offered her and her friend Sien an escape from a life of servitude. But of course, she couldn't pass up the chance to live in the lap of luxury. She couldn't take it anymore.
"Arrgghh!!!" she cried out.
The shrill scream rung throughout the room. Yarna went to comfort her friend.
"I can't take this anymore!" Oola cried.
"I know things look bleak, but…" Yarna couldn't think of a way to finish that sentence.
"Well there's no way things could get worse?" she joked.
Oola continued to sob.
"Every day it's the same. I won't allow that perverted moster to tongue-rape me, so he beats. Then Fortuna beats me for my lack of obedience. The Gammoreans grope & molest me. That bounty hunter, Fett, raped me! I just…" she just wept silently into her pillow.
"Have you ever heard of the Dharmic people? I heard about them when I was first traded from some of the other prisoners. They have their own religion, similar to the Force. An important aspect of it is something called Karma. It basically means "what goes around, comes around." Sooner or later, Jabba is gonna get what's coming to him. And you & I will finally be free."
Oola just sighed.
"I wish I could believe you."