Ferrin could hardly believe what he was hearing. Of all the things the Padawan expected upon arrival, encountering the Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Clans wasn’t even a consideration. He knew of Nor’baal’s reputation, what he was capable of, and the unsteady relationship between the Order and the Hutt Clans in the past. More importantly, Ferrin’s own childhood was scattered by the Hutt Clans and their slaving operations - responsible for splitting his family apart. All of it was a red flag - especially as they were being ushered into the Hutt’s stronghold, surrounded by guards and sycophants.
He was expecting his fellow Jedi to have similar sentiments - and had to do a double take when, one by one, they seemingly all agreed to going along with the Hutt’s request. Ferrin went wide eyed, blinking a few times.
“Have you all lost your damn minds?” Ferrin asked, glancing between Maura and Quin. He didn’t really expect the Droid to get it, so kept his protests limited to his fellow Jedi. “This isn’t tea with the Grandmaster - this is the leader of the fucking Hutt Clans! Criminal, slaver scum.” He hissed, immediately put on edge. Ferrin had seen his parents and siblings sold into slavery by the Hutt’s, and didn’t trust their hospitality any farther than he could throw Nor’baal. “Walk in there, and we’ll be getting ransomed back to fucking Brighthome in chains - or to the Sith, more likely.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I’m never doing that again.”
“Fuck this.” Ferrin took a step back, “If you all want to walk in there, count me out,” The Pantoran immediately turned on a heel, starting to walk back towards the ship.
He was expecting his fellow Jedi to have similar sentiments - and had to do a double take when, one by one, they seemingly all agreed to going along with the Hutt’s request. Ferrin went wide eyed, blinking a few times.
“Have you all lost your damn minds?” Ferrin asked, glancing between Maura and Quin. He didn’t really expect the Droid to get it, so kept his protests limited to his fellow Jedi. “This isn’t tea with the Grandmaster - this is the leader of the fucking Hutt Clans! Criminal, slaver scum.” He hissed, immediately put on edge. Ferrin had seen his parents and siblings sold into slavery by the Hutt’s, and didn’t trust their hospitality any farther than he could throw Nor’baal. “Walk in there, and we’ll be getting ransomed back to fucking Brighthome in chains - or to the Sith, more likely.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I’m never doing that again.”
“Fuck this.” Ferrin took a step back, “If you all want to walk in there, count me out,” The Pantoran immediately turned on a heel, starting to walk back towards the ship.