Dudebacca was easily part wookie, as anyone could tell. Built quite like his nephew only 2 feet taller towering most at 9 feet and with muscles that made his nephew look emaciated in comparison. Strong? Strong was a gross understatement and almost an insult when describing his physical power. Even Herculean fell short to describe it. He was able to lift fully sized spaceships over his head with one arm as easily as most could lift a pillow. So one wondered what kept him in these cruel restraints in the dank prison cell. His love for Dorothy kept him there, it was obvious that Dorothy was his life blood. The gentle giant was slumped over and his height almost mirrored that of a normal man. His muscles it seemed drooped and sagged with his broken spirit. As he heard footsteps he perked up a little bit "Dorothy?"
Eliza ascended the staircase that lead to the object of her unfortunate and reluctant obsession. In her hand she carried an electric pitchfork, and her voice dripped with artificial sweetness as she greeted Dudebacca.
"Hello honey" she said as she planted a kiss on his cheek that he drew away from. "I got a little present for you"
"What you're going to let me go?"
She giggled like a toddler and shook her head. "Afraid not love" and dug the pitchfork into his kneecaps. He collapsed to his knees.
"Now sugar hold this for me" she said as she pulled an open ring case from her robes
"You will ask me to marry you"
"Yeah right, you know I don't envy you when Dorothy gets here and when she finds you, and I know she will, you will long to be dead"
"You will ask me to marry you"
"No"
"You will ask me to marry you"
"Will you marry me?"
"Ah yes, my love"
With that Darth Jiin released the prisoner's shackles and lead him to Eliza's suite.