A/N: Ziro is experiencing the "horrors" of Republic prison in this short story.


Prison Horror


People were always laughing at Ziro the Hutt. They were always commenting and joking on his flamboyance and his high-pitched, "gay" voice with a lisp. It was very ridiculous, the way that they poked fun at him, because he knew that he was the most fashionable Hutt in the galaxy.

Hutts normally had a slimy green sheen, even though Oruba was unnaturally pale for a Hutt. But Ziro had tattooed his whole body purple, with dark purple and yellow markings, making him look like he was an old fruit. His face had cosmetic surgery once, and he wore showy hats while he was still in business. But he was proud of his appearance, and the mockery of other people didn't make any difference to him. He was flamboyant, although he didn't altogether like the word, and he was going to remain flamboyant.

However, he was even more eager and greedy than the average Hutt, and would resort even to the blackmail of his nephew Jabba in order to become more rich and powerful. This proved to be his undoing when Senator Padmé Amidala uncovered his plot and captured him. And now, as he stewed in his Republic prison cell, dreaming of escape, he pondered his actions and Jabba's words about how Hutts didn't betray each other.

Hmm, Jabba just can't understand what I've been through. I was a powerful crime boss, but Jabba always was better than me, and both Zorba and Mama said that his talents were superior to mine. I just wanted something more, but Count Dooku tricked me into thinking that I could get away with murder, the murder of that little Huttlet.

Poor little guy! And poor little me! This Republic prison is like hell to me! Oh, the horrors! But I know that somebody in the underworld will want to break me out sooner or later, and bounty hunters and mercenaries always get what they want.

"Hey, guard!" he yelled at a Coruscant Guard clone trooper. "Can you get me another one of those jelly-cakes I always used to enjoy back at my palace, or maybe a nice, crunchy frog? That would really hit the spot right now."

The guard stared right through him. "Hutt slime," he said, sounding like it was coming through clenched teeth, "You're in jail now, and prisoners here always eat food that's worse than the rations my men and I normally eat. That means plain bread and distilled water, and not right now. You already had your dinner two hours ago." The guard turned back to doing his duty.

Ziro looked like he wanted to cry. "Oh, will somebody please hurry and get me out of here?" he wailed.

A guard banged on his cell bars. "Pipe down in there, Hutt!" Ziro collapsed on the floor in a faint.