Ok, first actual chapter.

I forgot the disclaimer in the prologue, so here goes.

I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS, IT IS THE PROPERTY OF GEORGE LUCAS AND LUCAS FILMS. I AM NOT DOING THIS FOR PROFIT, ONLY FOR THE ENJOYMENT OF OTHERS.

Ok, now that that's taken care of...here's why all the words are in italics. XD

Galactic Basic= normal writing...boring...

Huttese when most of the people around speak Huttese= italics! woot!

Huttese when most of the people around DO NOT speak Huttese= Sleemo! (Slime ball).

When the words are actual Huttese, I will put the translation next to it so you don't have to scroll down to the bottom to know what's being said.

Enjoy!


Chapter 1

The Invitation

Jabba the Hutt despised being woken up before he wanted to, and he was very disgruntled when his Twi'lek servant decided to wake him from an entertaining dream he was having.

"My Lord," The Twi'lek murmured.

Jabba opened his large eyes and blinked for a moment; he lethargically came into consciousness. "What do you want, sleemo?"

The Twi'lek stuttered as he spoke. "M-my Lord. A m-messenger has arrived from the Empire. He wishes t-to have one of your slaves s-sent to Coruscant for Empire Day."

Jabba was shocked for a moment. An Empire lackey, here? If they found out that he had slaves, but no. They couldn't find out. He wouldn't let them find out. "Which slave?" Jabba demanded. His Twi'lek servant cowered at his tone, but straightened quickly.

"Luka, My Lord," he answered. Jabba nodded at this.

"Do they know that he's a slave?"

"No, My Lord. They think he is just living here temporarily. When they asked where he lived, I told them that he lived on a moisture farm near Anchorhead," the Twi'lek explained.

Jabba nodded. "Go get the messenger. I want to see this Empire lackey." His servant nodded and left. A few moments later, he returned with an official looking human in tow.

The human was brought in front of Jabba. He had a datapad in his hand, and he looked ready to get things done.

"Mr. Jabba, the Emperor has decreed that all persons born on the day the Empire was first founded are to be invited to a special celebration on this coming Empire Day. We have found that one such person is currently living with you, is this true?" The official got straight to the point and Jabba liked that. None of this nonsense about pleasantries.

"I suppose. Who is it you are looking for?" Jabba enjoyed the flash of concern on the official's face far more than he probably should have.

"I...We are asking after Luke Skywalker. He is almost ten, has blond hair, and blue eyes. Is there a person of that description in your care currently?" The official was very afraid. If they had gotten the wrong address then the Emperor would have his head. The Emperor didn't care for screw ups, and he most certainly wouldn't want Empire Day messed up.

Jabba the Hutt examined the messenger before him. The fear that was starting to show on his face was highly amusing to Jabba. He let the official flounder for a moment before pretending to think. "You must mean Luka. He would fit that description," he said to the messenger. Then, to his Twi'lek servant, "Go fetch Luka."

While the pale alien went to find Jabba's slave, Jabba started questioning the messenger from the Empire.

"How long will he be gone? I'll need to know so that I can tell his family. Is the Empire paying for his expenses?"

"He will be gone for seven days, starting two days before Empire Day. The Empire is offering a compensation of 3,000 Wupiupi for your trouble. If 3,000 is not enough to pay for his trip, then we are willing to negotiate the correct amount," the official explained. Jabba considered this.

"How much are you willing to negotiate? It will be very expensive to transport Luka all the way to Coruscant. We'll have to get him a ride to Mos Eisley, and then pay for his flight."

"The Empire is willing to negotiate up to 10,000 Wupiupi for outer rim planets such as this. However, this is as far as the Empire will pay for one individual," he said.

As Jabba thought about all the things he could do with 10,000 Wupiupi, his servant returned with Luka by his side.

"Luka," Jabba said in his deep voice. "Come here, Luka. We have much to discuss."


I don't know why, but this chapter doesn't seem very good. Maybe because it's almost all dialogue...hmm...or maybe because it's in third person...yeah, that's probably it. I can't write in third person to save my life, which is why the rest of the chapters are going to be in first person. :D

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