Chapter 11
Jabba wakes up from a pleasant sleep. Eyes still half lidded, he reaches out to snatch a handful of grain maggots from his armrest bowl. He flings the insects into his open mouth, noisily slurping and chewing on them.
He takes another opportunity to look approvingly at the state of the room, which had previously belonged to the Galactic Emperor. The formerly sleek and sterile room has gained a layer of grime and many pieces of litter after just a month of being in his possession. The parties that had occurred here...oh, they had been wonderful! What better way to celebrate the mighty Jabba's ascension to Emperor?
After securing the Death Star, it had been a simple matter of using it's world-ending super laser to force every planet of what used to be the First Galactic Empire to submit to Jabba's rule. Any remaining Rebel or Imperial forces were destroyed on the spot. Jabba had appointed one member of his clan to rule over each planet, and in return they owed him absolute loyalty.
Jabba still cannot believe in his success. Never in his centuries of scheming and working in the underworld had he ever expected to live as he did now; ruling over the entire galaxy from the Death Star, immortalized as the one who had restored the Hutts to their rightful dominion. And as a bonus, he had even managed to find and execute Sly Snootles and Rystall for their actions against him! The sight of their corpses hung over the roof of the Coruscant Imperial Palace had been quite a sight, but even that had been paltry to what Jabba now considered to be his greatest treasure.
Jabba looks down and smiles at the woman lying across his bloated tail. She was dressed in a green bikini yet had no collar; such was no longer necessary. It had been so delightful to rewrite her mind from the computer. She had so many new memories now; getting saved from an abusive master, falling in love with Jabba as he took her to his palace for just one meal, and begging the Hutt for the right to remain as his personal slave. She had even accepted a new name from Jabba; she was no longer Princess Leia, but Oola.
The fat Hutt chuckles as he reaches down and strokes the exposed back of his Oola. Still in a state of semi-sleep, she smiles and murmurs the name of her master.
"Jabba."
If Emperor Jabba or his representative, Lord Gorga, had paid close attention to the deserts of their Tatooine, they would have known that a custom TIE Advanced x1 starfighter had passed through the atmosphere a month ago.
A figure covered in black armor sits in the cockpit. He already knows that the supplies in the back of the fighter will sustain his life support system and himself for another month to come. His lightsaber is at his hip, and his hands are firmly gripping the wheel.
Darth Vader could not have foreseen the his master, the Emperor, would have been killed so quickly. He could not have foreseen that Jabba had brought enough guards and mercenaries to drive him away and kill his men. However, there is one thing the Sith Lord knew for certain:
I will have my revenge.