Khlan shivered slightly and drew closer to the crackling fire before him. The small flames did little to fight against the approaching cold night and the fierce winds that were picking up, but it was better than nothing. Khlan cursed the planet he had grown on. The twin suns during the day made life a blistering hell, and the night time brought freezing winds that risked consuming anything alive.
“Gonk!” Boom Box honked as he drew closer to his master, trying to huddle against the lizard-like being.
“Hey, not so close ya hunking bulk” Khlan growled. Boombox tentatively took a step back and stood next to the sack of ropes and hooks. Khlan shook his head at the droid and turned back to the flame. Boombox meant well. He figured his running power generator would warm up his master, but his limited droid brain couldn’t process the fact that his exterior made any heat escape impossible.
Khlan looked up. Several miles away, he could see the outline of that imposing durasteel complex known as Hutt Castle against the backdrop of Tatooine’s Twin suns. Even without macrobinoculars, he could see the detail of the rising Alkhara’s tower over the rest of the palace.
Khlan shivered again, and this time not from the cold. Tonight was the night. It had to be. Traffic nearby had been at an all time low, and the nearby Tusken Tribes would be approaching this side of the Dune Sea soon. Khlan did not want to be waiting around with the constant threat of barbaric raiders. The only reason he hadn’t attempted his plan earlier was because his contacts promised to arrive tonight at the very latest.
His contacts….
Again, Khlan shivered and licked his teeth. He reached into the fire with his robotic hand and pulled out a small ember and rubbed it over his chest. They were interesting to say the least. Ever since he left his home planet the first time, he discovered the galaxy was not as friendly as he hoped it to be. Not that he minded that fact alone. But the additional fact that he had the Force residing in him made him a juicy target for some, and more paranoid than ever. But the inside of the Palace was going to be dangerous at the very least. He was unsure how helpful these contacts were going to be, but if the rumors and legends were true, this night would be a boon for everyone.
“The last vault of Jabba” Khlan giggled at the thought. Rumors had always persisted that Jabba the Hutt had numerous vaults across the galaxy stored for his personal use. Some of the more extravagant rumors said that his underlings had their own vaults. Numerous people had tried breaking into the Hutt Palace, but none ever really returned to tell the tale. But Khlan was sure of two things: The greatest vault was in there, and the B’omarr Order, beings with brains stored inside jars, still lived on. Khlan was sure the two were connected and that the vault was somewhere under the palace. And if the treasure was a bust, than at least the knowledge of the B’omarr techniques of enlightenment would prove most useful.
Khlan licked his teeth and balled his robotic hand into a fist at the thought of what cybernetic enhancements he could acquire from inside. He would’ve done this for those secrets alone. The treasure? Well, something had to pay for materials.
“Any time now…” Khlan muttered to himself as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “Any time now…”
@Sreeya @Volene
“Gonk!” Boom Box honked as he drew closer to his master, trying to huddle against the lizard-like being.
“Hey, not so close ya hunking bulk” Khlan growled. Boombox tentatively took a step back and stood next to the sack of ropes and hooks. Khlan shook his head at the droid and turned back to the flame. Boombox meant well. He figured his running power generator would warm up his master, but his limited droid brain couldn’t process the fact that his exterior made any heat escape impossible.
Khlan looked up. Several miles away, he could see the outline of that imposing durasteel complex known as Hutt Castle against the backdrop of Tatooine’s Twin suns. Even without macrobinoculars, he could see the detail of the rising Alkhara’s tower over the rest of the palace.
Khlan shivered again, and this time not from the cold. Tonight was the night. It had to be. Traffic nearby had been at an all time low, and the nearby Tusken Tribes would be approaching this side of the Dune Sea soon. Khlan did not want to be waiting around with the constant threat of barbaric raiders. The only reason he hadn’t attempted his plan earlier was because his contacts promised to arrive tonight at the very latest.
His contacts….
Again, Khlan shivered and licked his teeth. He reached into the fire with his robotic hand and pulled out a small ember and rubbed it over his chest. They were interesting to say the least. Ever since he left his home planet the first time, he discovered the galaxy was not as friendly as he hoped it to be. Not that he minded that fact alone. But the additional fact that he had the Force residing in him made him a juicy target for some, and more paranoid than ever. But the inside of the Palace was going to be dangerous at the very least. He was unsure how helpful these contacts were going to be, but if the rumors and legends were true, this night would be a boon for everyone.
“The last vault of Jabba” Khlan giggled at the thought. Rumors had always persisted that Jabba the Hutt had numerous vaults across the galaxy stored for his personal use. Some of the more extravagant rumors said that his underlings had their own vaults. Numerous people had tried breaking into the Hutt Palace, but none ever really returned to tell the tale. But Khlan was sure of two things: The greatest vault was in there, and the B’omarr Order, beings with brains stored inside jars, still lived on. Khlan was sure the two were connected and that the vault was somewhere under the palace. And if the treasure was a bust, than at least the knowledge of the B’omarr techniques of enlightenment would prove most useful.
Khlan licked his teeth and balled his robotic hand into a fist at the thought of what cybernetic enhancements he could acquire from inside. He would’ve done this for those secrets alone. The treasure? Well, something had to pay for materials.
“Any time now…” Khlan muttered to himself as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “Any time now…”
@Sreeya @Volene