A Star Wars Story
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The collar hung uncomfortably around Morgrim's neck as he sat beside his Hutt master in a crammed speeder. Well, it was crammed for the absurdly sized Tiefling-Orc hybrid. Morgrim remembered the fuss one of the armory droids made upon trying to fit armor and weaponry for Morgrim to serve his new Hutt master properly. His hands were too large to wield basic rifles like the E-11 and the random horns that sprouted and jutted all over his body made armor fitting a pain like no other. There was word of having to make special accomadtions for the Matukai, but Morgrim had yet to witness such things.
"Teth holds history with thine fellow Kajidics, oh master mine." Morgrim tried breaking the awkward silence. The jungle ridden planet did have quite the connection with the Hutts and since it had been without the Cartel's oversight for such a long time, it only made sense that Skelgok would try and reclaim it. "But what purpose do I serve? Mine own abilities are not that of a silver tongue..." Was Morgrim simply just going to be the scary face everyone saw along with the Hutt? Sure, there were troublesome pirates to be dealt with, but Morgrim assumed they would flock to Skelgok once he announced the return of the Hutts to teth. Or maybe... maybe they were rogue traitors who sought to run the planet themselves.
Regardless of whatever the reason was, Morgrim would do as he was told./justify]
@Xorism