Prelude: Disquieting dreams
On his 12th birthday, young Beldorion awoke from a troubled sleep. Wriggling inside the brood pouch, he dimly recalled fragmented scenes of a brown haired human striking a burning slash under a muscular Hutt, the lightsaber spilling his organs. He died, he thought, confused, before his eyes shut again, and he began forgetting. Mother is warm, he realized, distracted already, So bright... He slept again, and dreamed no more (that night).
Two days later, it came as a surprise for Mother Irpenn when she took out little Bel and the first thing he did after yawning and stretching was asking why the princess killed the "jedai". It was after the third dream (that Bel related at least), and the subsequent curious questions, that she considered asking Father Khooshu for his take on the issue. Many days were wasted as alternative explanations were sought, neither willing to seriously consider Force sensitivity, specially since that would require a leave of absence from the household, with no guarantee of an eventual return.
Sadly for them, after weeks of investigation, it turned out nobody had shown Bel any holoshow, there were no storytelling Jedi amongst the help, and no prank seemed to be afoot. Father Khooshu finally agreed, grumbling, that "maybe we'll have to contact one of them useless Jedi if this doesn't solve itself." When it was clear would not, in fact, "solve itself", he reluctantly began the process of contacting some old associate nearer the Republic, one that wasn't too much of a criminal for the Jedi's sensibilities, and passing along a request for a Jedi to take the time to come to Nal Hutta. It was difficult to say if the hardest part was finding a "Jedi-acceptable" contact, or a Jedi that would deign to visit the Hutt homeworld. "They dare look down upon us, child," Father said, "as if they knew better than all what is best profit for everyone!" Mother was quieter on her criticism, out of consideration for Bel at least. She had the feeling, after all, that they'd involve him in their "foolishness," no matter how much they disliked the idea.
Jedi Knight Rowe Fitska, a Human hailing from the outer reaches of Republic Space, eventually took the assignment of visiting Nal Hutta for an unspecified "personal consultation." He felt the mental quotation marks were entirely justified, after all, he later recalled, "what was I supposed to think? That the Hutts had a prospective sensitive?" Put it that way, expecting a criminal enterprise that wanted Jedi help seemed far more likely, if a bad idea even for the most shameless crime lord. Nevertheless, he endeavored to approach his mission in as neutral a mind space as possible, and took the time to perform some light reading on Hutts in general.
After an uneventful, if lengthy, hyperspace trip, while waiting to be received on the Illip clan palace, he recalled the brief explanation he received back on the Temple: "The Illip and Anjiliac clans are in a close relationship, and they have arranged a union between two of their scion, declaring some shared purpose. It is those two that called for us, Irpenn Anjiliac and Khooshu Illip. Try and be respectful, but firm on rejecting them." The assigning Master dismissed the situation with a negligent wave, and Rowe realized the reason the months old request was still available likely meant everyone else was even more biased than him, or at least (more charitably), hadn't seen it. He took a deep breath, bowed his head after being introduced to the Hutt couple, and (politely), introduced himself. This better not be a bribe, he thought for the last time, I wonder if thinking that is too speciesist?
After a formal introduction, from both sides, veiled threats (from the Hutt side), pointless questions about the Jedi themselves (or they seemed pointless at least, thought Rowe), and what seemed to be morose attempts to avoid the actual, intended consultation, Rowe had learned some new facts about his hosts. Irpenn carried herself with a cold skepticism ("Lady Irpenn," Khooshu had growled), and "Lord" Khooshu with an acidic disdain. A trial and a half, Rowe considered ("Jedi Knight Rowe," he had, politely, corrected them), but it was far more interesting than he had expected, a good test of character as well. And no bribes proposed in three days, he thought, this must be a Galactic record. He supposed it'd be jarring, considering the seriousness of the issue at hand, which he learned late on the previous day, an issue he was about to meet at long last. "Very well then, Knight Rowe," Lady Irpenn allowed, "we suppose you'll need to be meeting little Bel... but watch yourself"
With a mental eyeroll, he waited as a young Hutt was led into the room. Tiny he isn't... but they aren't born weighing two tons I suppose. He thanked the Force that his inner dialogue wasn't on display here, and smiled warmly for the child. That smile froze when Bel looked up, seemed to recognize him, and then greeted him. "Master Rowe? You look so young!" He hoped his face did not betray the feelings of shock that rippled through his body. How did this little one know his name, when Rowe himself had neither seen nor heard of this Hutt before today? He said nothing for a moment. The Hutts shifted uncomfortably, waiting for Rowe to speak. I guess Hutts shuffle too when they are unsettled, he considered as his legs weakened, I should... sit down and think about this. Nice to have at least that in common with them I guess.
Author's note
In a vast galaxy like SW, some events are unique, special, and they echo through thousands of years. Beldorion's fall, after being the ONE Hutt Jedi in 36 thousand years, isn't one of them. My boy deserved better than dying like a chump against an angsty, untrained Leia. And I will give him better. Expect some minor creative liberties with facts and dates that just aren't explained in canon, as well as gamer elements based on Pathfinder/DnD 3.5, beneath the hood. I'll try to stay close to the lore for the most part. Also, Lil Fern helped with proofreading this, so heartfelt thanks for that