(A/N: Hi readers! I pray you're doing good right now. This is going to be an exciting chapter as we're going to get in the bad guys' heads. Enjoy and blessings!)
The palace of Jabba the Hutt was several miles from the city, standing over the winding dunes of Sandtooine. As his speederbike took Darth Maul fast across the desert landscape, he could hear sounds rumbling coming from deep inside the palace. These sounds echoed across the night of the desert. Listening, he could make out the specifics: there was music and voices. The voices sang. NO! The voices chanted. But what were the words they were chanting? As he got closer he could the words the people in Jabba's palace sang.
"GHARGLE, WE PRAISE YOU GHARGLE.
SEND YOUR SLIME UPON US, OH GREAT GHARGLE.
GHARGLE, WE PRAISE YOU GHARGLE.
SEND YOUR SLIME UPON US, OH GREAT GHARGLE."
Darth Maul smiled, happy of their emboldened atheism. For serving Ghargle they were serving the DARK LORD SATAN. "This is a most delightful tune. Surely, the work of my Dark Lord will find root in this desert. We will make this barren rock an oasis of our evil," he though with wicked glee. He stopped his speederbike in front of the palace and dismounted it with a Force roll in the air, flying several feet off the ground like an Olympic gymnast. He was well trained in this practice. At the door, a curious object popped out—an extended metal rod with a ball on the end spoke to Darth Maul in a warbled alien language. Darth Maul was intelligent and knew exactly what the object had spoken, but such object as this were not worth it to him to even pretend sentience. So, he shown his teeth and hissed at the object, sending it into a retreat. The heavy metal door lifted, casting down sand in front of Darth Maul, who shielded his eyes with an arm as to not to get the sand grains stuck in his eyes. When the door finished rising and the last of the sand had fallen, Darth Maul entered in the nearly dark entryway of the palace.
Before Darth Maul was a dark hall, but at the end, a small tint of orange light lit a way to follow. From that direction, he could hear the chanting that he heard earlier, repeating the same verse as before. Before he could reach the light, Darth Maul was stopped by two guards, both of them appearing as green pigs covered in metal and furs. The oinked and grunted at him. Darth Maul rolled his eyes and said to them "Oh, Gomorons." He laughed a hearty laugh as he realized a pun which he shouted with a boom, "Go, morons!" He laughted with an evil delight as they fell back a couple of steps. But before Darth Maul could take any more steps, they drew out axes where on the sharp edges scattered electricity.
"If you wish not to become Jabba's bacon, I suggest you move along," Darth Maul commanded the Gamoron guards with a great menace. But they did not listen. One of them oinked at him their own commands.
"Very well," Darth Maul said with a chill in his voice. He extended his hand and the electricity on the axes CRACKLED and grew. SUDDENLY, they surged off the axes and over the Gomorons. First, they ran into each other and then into the walls as they oinked in great distress. As they continue to run in the dark, Darth Maul made his way down to the great hall of the palace without any further incidents.
Darth Maul, coming down the steps, found before him a great sight Jabba's great hall. A band played in reverence to their false god while a great many heathens and villains danced to the music. In the fairness of the musicians, it was catchy number. Perhaps some of them were not devoted the Ghargle, but liked the sound of the music. To Darth Maul this didn't matter, only that they were at least in appearance of worship something other than God is what made him happy. It could have been one of the giant boulders across the Dune Sea they danced and prayed and worshipped to for all he cared.
"GHARGLE, WE PRAISE YOU GHARGLE.
SEND YOUR SLIME UPON US, OH GREAT GHARGLE.
GHARGLE, WE PRAISE YOU GHARGLE.
SEND YOUR SLIME UPON US, OH GREAT GHARGLE."
As among the deepest devotees of the Dark Lord Satan, Darth Maul carries with him a certain presence that is noticeable as soon as he enters a room, one that immediately brings all noise to silence. It is a dark and cold feeling, as if something evil is watching over you with a cold stare. And so it was as soon as the heel of his foot touched stone floors of the great hall. The music fell to a stop and the dancing stopped and the drinking stopped and the bounty hunter and the dancer in the corner stopped kissing. All the eyes, including that of Jabba the Hutt looked upon him. Jabba's servant droid approached him. It was thin thing covered in brass plating with a very long face. It a small mouth hole that made its face look like it was in total shock every moment it was booted up.
"Who are you and why have you interrupted the festivities to the great Ghargle?" the droid asked. It would be the very last question it asked in its existence as Darth Maul lifted his hands into the air and using the Force sent the droid flying into the air, hitting the ceiling. Darth Maul than spread his arms and the droid came undone into ten thousand pieces. Every nut and bold and plate and piece feel detached from each other never to be attached ever again. Darth Maul turned with the most wicked but charming of grins to Jabba the Hutt. He gave a quick bow and met his eyes to the Hutt's.
"Oh, Jabba," said Darth Maul. "I am pleased to find myself in the company of such atheists. You who do not worship God, but the great Ghargle. I am his servant, an envoy if you so much as pleased to call me so. He has sent me to help you eliminate the Jedi Christians on this planet so that you may claim this world for him and yourself that you may spoil in the inifite glory of his divine evils."
Jabba stared hard on Darth Maul and then rolled in a great belly laugh. "YOU ARE NO SERVANT OF GHARGLE," Jabba exclaimed to Darth Maul in his Hutt words. "I DO NOT SMELL THE SLIME ON YOU. YOU ARE NO SERVANT OF GHARGLE WITHOUT THE SLIME."
"I wanted to be clean for you."
"NO SLIME. YOU ARE A BAD LIAR. YOU WILL NOT LEAVE THIS PALACE AND YOU MUST FIGHT MY MONSTER."
With that, Jabba pressed a button and Darth Maul feel two hundred feet below into a deep pit in which stood a tall and fearsome creature: THE DREADED AND DEADLY RANCOR! He was not afraid though. "You've made a great mistake, Jabba" Darth Maul shouted from the pit, and what he got in response was a hearty laugh from Jabba above.
"You mock me, but I will win this contest and you will see," Darth Maul said to Jabba confidentally.
The rancor roared at Darth Maul as it came in for it's attack. Darth Maul looked at the creature with malice. He ignited his lightsaber and bolted for the creature. As the monster came in for a swipe, Darth Maul leapt into the air, soaring above his opponent and landed atop the beast's head. He went to strike the creature above its head, but before he could land a blow, the monster started shaking, trying to shake Darth Maul off him. Darth Maul tried to maintain his balance, but quickly jumped off to rocky perch over the head of the beast.
"Come to me you dreadful creature," Darth Maul lashed at the beast. Above he could hear the roar of an audience. There were cheers and jeers coming from the crowd above as they looked down through the grate in the center of the great hall. The rancor found its way to Darth Maul and roared at him. It lashed a hand at Darth Maul, who then leapt from his perch and onto the beast's shoulder. He threw his lightsaber at the creature's arm, cutting into it before the lightsaber returned to him. He made another toss with his lightsaber to the creatures arm before it finally dismembered its limb. The rancor made a harrowing scream and was enraged. It slammed its shoulder against the rock of its cave in an effort to squish Darth Maul into a delicious revenge meal, but the clever Sith Lord raced atop to the creature's head and ignited his lightsaber atop the creature. The rancor moved about the cavern, as though in some sort of drunken state, before slamming against the sand and rock of it's cave floor. A mix of boos and cheers came above.
Darth Maul was brought back before Jabba by a team of the Hutt's personal bodyguards.
"YOU HAVE GREAT STRENGTH, MY MYSTERIOUS GUEST," says Jabba the Hutt to Darth Maul. "MANY HAVE DIED WHILE FIGHTING AGAINST MY RANCOR. NONE HAVE LIVED, UNTIL YOU. FORGIVE ME FOR DOUBTING YOUR GREATNESS AND SERVICE TO GHARGLE."
"My esteemed crimelord Jabba," Darth Maul said as he took a bow before the hut. "I have lied to you. I am no servant of Ghargle, but we both serve a greater master. He is force that has existed long before the creation of the galaxy, before the foundations of this very world were formed. He is the Dark Lord Satan and he would like to form an alliance with you."
"A FORCE GREATER THAN MY GOD GHARGLE WISHES TO FORM AN ALLIANCE WITH ME," Jabba said with a great wonder in his eyes. "TELL ME WHAT THIS DARK LORD SATAN WANTS WITH ME."
"He will give you full control of this world, in exchange we must hunt down all of the Jedi Christians that are on this world," Darth Maul told the mighty Jabba.
Jabba said to him, "THERE HAVE BEEN NONE FOR A LONG TIME. WE KILLED ONE MANY YEARS AGO. HIS WIFE AND SON LIVE IN A CITY NOT TOO FAR FROM HERE, BUT THEY DID MAKE A CHURCH OR ANYTHING SO WE HAVE LET THEM BE."
"That will not be enough for the Dark Lord Satan," said Darth Maul with a gleeful menace in his tone. "He wants them to be his servants. And he tells me they are no longer alone. On your world now, there are more Jedi Christians. Soon they will make their presence known. We must capture them and turn them to the cause of the Dark Lord Satan, corrupt them to his side, and in turn you will have all of this world to your control. The darkness you create will be too deep for the Jedi Christians to undo and they will no longer dare undo your rule and authority over this desert kingdom."
"I VERY MUCH WANT THIS DESERT KINGDOM OF SANDTOOINE TO BE MINE," Jabba said with a great grin. "ALL MY MEN AND WOMEN AND SOLDIERS AND SERVANTS, ALL WILL BE AT YOUR BECK AND CALL. ALL WILL BE GRANTED UNDER YOUR COMMAND TO ELIMINATE THESE JEDI CHRISTIANS. AND IN RETURN THE GREAT DARK LORD SATAN WILL GAIN NEW SERVANTS AND I WILL GAIN THE ENTIRE RULE OF THIS PLANET."
"Yes, of course," said the Darth Maul with a serious grin. There was something he knew though that the Hutt did not, which was that the Dark Lord Satan would never share power, especially with a smelly and slimy creature as the Hutt. Once the Jedi Christians were removed, the Dark Lord Satan would have a much easier time corrupting the hearts of all the people of Sandtooine including Jabba, which they would be given into all of their selfish ways. They would succumb to their own wishes and desires and lose the desire to help others or show love or kindness. All that which was good in the hearts of all beings would be lost from this world. If Darth Maul succeeds in his plan, this is what would happen.