#gardulla the hutt

[humanoidhistory]

Today was the day I learned female Hutts look like this.

#jabba the hutt #gardulla the hutt #star wars #the phantom menace #return of the jedi

[sw5w]

You Are Free

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:12:09

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Tatooine #Mos Espa #Slave Quarters Row #Skywalkers' hovel #door entry device #Qui-Gon Jinn #Anakin Skywalker #Gardulla the Hutt #Watto #podracing #Anakin's necklace #Shmi Skywalker

[anakinsafterlife]

Part three of this thing has managed to squeeze its way onto the internet.

#my writing #fanfic #star wars #dante's inferno #mash up #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #qui-gon jinn #watto #gardulla the hutt #within a dark wood

[engagemythrusters]

darth sidious/gardulla the hutt

#darth sidious #gardulla the hutt #sidulla <3 #hes her little rat boy <3 #her pookums <3 #star wars

[arolou]

harbinger

Relationship: Anakin & Shmi

Rating: T

Word Count: ~3k

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Pre-Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, All The Way Up Through Attack Of The Clones, Planet Tatooine, Tatooine Slavery, Canon Typical Lack Of Autonomy, Angst, Mother-Son Relationship, Canonical Character Death, Anakin Skywalker’s Tusken Massacre, The Force, Anakin Skywalker Is A Harbinger Of Death, Unfortunate Force Abilities, Non-Graphic Violence, Hello And Welcome To The Sadness Bath

Anakin is three years old the first time he feels someone die.

It’s a strange, terrifying feeling, something halfway between a dream and reality, an ache that’s almost physical but not quite. The room is dark when his eyes snap open, the last wisps of the vision dissipating into the night and phantom pain clinging to the very edges of his awareness. His chest feels hollow, like someone cut him open, scooped his heart out, and then replaced it with sharp, cold nothingness.

“Mama,” he croaks when his mouth remembers how to speak, painfully sitting up on his sleep mat. His mother is fast asleep only a few feet away, the dark circles under her eyes visible even in the dim, flickering light from the kerosene lamp. “Mama, something’s wrong.”

Being the Force's favorite child is, at times, a curse rather than a blessing.

AO3 link in reblogs!!

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #prequel trilogy #star wars prequels #anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #skywalker family #gardulla the hutt #firefall fic #here have some more firefall-typical angst :) #free of charge :)

[phoenixyfriend]

The King, the Soldier, and the Spy: Chapter 9

Last chapter, folks! Read on AO3

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The interior of Gardulla’s palace is cooler than most of the buildings on Tatooine. It means that when Jango watches Fulcrum shimmy into another painted-on dress the next night, this one deep red and faintly shimmering, it is followed with a rugger-fur stole. It’s far too hot for her to wear it on the trip from ship to building, but now that they’re already inside a climate-controlled space…

“See something you like?” she asks, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“Always,” Jango tells her.

She grins, small and fleeting, and then goes to sit on the bed and pull on her boots. There’s a heel, but nothing too big, and probably that balance between thin enough to be a jabbing weapon and thick enough to actually support weight. The way she crosses her leg to get at the buckle on the straps pulls on the seam at the top of the slit, showing off enough of her leg that Jango just wants to get to his knees and press his face to it, clutch at the limb and wait for her to put her hands in his hair and drag him up once she’s decided he’s earned a kiss, or…

He has been told, mostly by Myles, that this is kind of weird.

Jango has resolved not to tell him anything more about the relationship he has with Fulcrum.

She stands and walks to him, slow and with a swing to her hips, painted lips curled into a smile. She looks like sin, and she’s his. She stops just inches away, looking down at him, and he knows he can’t kiss her, not when she’s just finished getting ready, not when she’s got on a glittery gloss that’ll smear the second he touches it, but he wants to. She dips forward to put her mouth by his ear, not quite touching.

“Say my name, ‘alor.”

“Ahsoka,” he whispers almost against her montrals. If he touches, his face will doubtlessly get gold dust on it, and they can’t afford that now.

She pulls away, smiling in that smug way that wraps around his heart and yanks, and he realizes that his hands are on her hips only when he reflexively squeezes at the expression.

“I’ll have my wicked way to you when we’re done,” she promises, reaching up and gripping his chin to rub a thumb against his bottom lip. “Maybe we’ll even invite ourselves a guest, hm?”

He nips at her finger, just to see her laugh, and pulls his helmet back on. “Conflict of interest.”

“Oh, he won’t mind,” Fulcrum muses. “Goodness knows we’re reaching the end of his time with us. Rank won’t be a problem, soon.”

“Hm,” Jango says. He has nothing to add to that. Instead, he asks, “any progress on your pet project?”

“Yes,” she says, slipping her hand into his offered elbow. “Now, shall we?”

--

Three days in, their systems, slices, and strategically-placed droids are ready, and they spring their trap.

Jango knows he has some of the best slicers alive on his staff, but there’s something painfully gratifying about watching Gardulla attempt to explode one of her slaves, only to fine that the detonator doesn’t work.

Nor does the detonator for the next slave over.

None of them do.

The virus is being spread by droids, small and unobtrusive, all pulsing out a permanent deactivation, and complex enough to deconstruct different brands of that deactivation as necessary. He doubts they’re going to get the entire planet like this, but the major cities are already being burned through.

(Not Jabba’s, yet, but they’ll get him once they’re done here.)

Gardulla’s death is not a quick or clean one. It is performed at the hands of one of her slaves, a Zabrak with a wild look in his eyes, who’s wrestled a blaster away from one of the Hutt’s bodyguards. The shots don’t go to critical spots immediately, but none of the lowest slaves are stopping him. Gardulla dies bit by bit, from a dozen wounds that get closer and closer to her head before someone gets another blaster and makes the final kill shot.

And then they shoot a few times more.

(All those slaves who’ve dragged themselves to positions of power, who think to save the Hutt, are held back and away by those who have loyalty to breakers of chains, rather than makers of them.)

He stalks behind Fulcrum as she traverses the room, a hand on his blaster and a threat in his stride. As she drifts, she gives the slightest orders with twitches of her hand; the ‘hired’ Mandalorians they’ve brought, untraceable by the Hutts, spread out and deal with what needs dealing.

“Next up, Jabba,” Vos mutters, and Jango sees him rub the back of his neck as he watches the room. The padawan’s not quite in character anymore, but that’s easily fixed. Jango doesn’t even have to say much, with the role he’s been playing.

“Clean-up’s yours,” he grunts.

Vos darts a look at him, brow furrowed. “What?”

“Planet’s going to need help,” Jango says. He doesn’t roll his eyes, because with his luck, Vos would sense it even through the beskar. “You’re the one with the datapad and contacts, kid.”

Vos takes a moment to process, and then with the slightest twitch in the direction of furrowing brows, the implicit suggestion is picked up.

Call in the Jedi. Mandalore can’t handle this long enough to protect the planet from Hutts returning, not when it’s on the other side of the galaxy. With the slaves already freed and the Hutts already dead, the Republic can take in the planet with less fussing than they usually have about Hutt space, and finally push in the border from Rodia.

Fulcrum’s voice pitches high from a few feet away.

“Hello, little one. Oh, you’re adorable. You’re Ani, aren’t you?“

(Continue on AO3)

#star wars #the clone wars #sw legends #time travel #ahsoka tano #jango fett #quinlan vos #true mandalorians #Gardulla the Hutt #mandalorian politics #mandalore #phoenix files

[kitsune024]

Star Wars Fanfiction

Within Halls of Golden Rot by EmeraldHeiress

Obi-Wan almost flinched. The intonation was all wrong. Though Anakin had said those same words many times a day, every day since had come to the temple, Obi-Wan had never heard it sound like that. He never wanted to hear it again.

Or: Anakin confronts his past in the worst way.

Chapter's: 1/1

#EmeraldHeiress #ao3 fanfic #oneshot fic #hurt no comfort #Fake/Pretend Master/Slave #star wars clone wars #anakin fic #obi wan kenobi #gardulla the hutt #revelations #slavery #Tatooine Slave Culture #angst fic #star wars #sw fic #sw anakin

[beasanfi1997]

The Hutts are only the minor characters in Star Wars and because Disney disliked them

#star wars #jabba the hutt #ziro the hutt #gardulla the hutt #rotta the hutt

[call-me-schmidt]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shmi Skywalker & Beru Whitesun, Beru Whitesun & Her Mother, Shmi Skywalker & Beru's Mother, Anakin Skywalker & Shmi Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Beru Whitesun, Owen Lars/Beru Whitesun, Cliegg Lars/Shmi Skywalker Characters: Beru Whitesun, Shmi Skywalker, Beru's Mother, Anakin Skywalker, Watto (Star Wars), Cliegg Lars, Owen Lars, The Whitesun Family, The Darklighter Family, Gardulla the Hutt Additional Tags: Women Being Awesome, Female Friendship, Coming of Age, Slavery, Resistance, Freedom, Tatooine Slave Culture (Star Wars), Tatooine Culture, Planet Tatooine (Star Wars), Mos Espa, Tusken Raiders (Star Wars), During Canon, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Developing Relationship, Mentors, BAMF Beru Whitesun, Shmi Skywalker Deserves Better, Politics, Hutts (Star Wars), Implied threat of non-con Summary:

Sometimes you just know, Pim has said to Beru, sometimes you can just tell. Shmi came to Pim to exchange her information for news of a younger sister, Merel, sold as a teenager to a shipping company, but though Pim had nothing for her and knew nothing of Shmi at all, Pim still said: stay, rest a while. 

And from that first meeting have grown many things, none of which Shmi Skywalker or Pim Whitesun ever discuss openly, some of which Beru may - in time - inherit. But right now she will make tea.

#schmidt recs something #the writings other people do #fanfiction #rain_sleet_snow #certain sure #star wars #shmi skywalker #beru whitesun #anakin skywalker #watto #cliegg lars #owen lars #gardulla the hutt #tatooine #i tag everything

[padawanlost]

“Qui-Gon returned from Tatooine with a former slave boy. According to the boy’s mother, the boy had no father.”

“A clone?” Palpatine asked uncertainly.

“Not a clone,” Dooku said. “Perhaps conceived by the Force. As Qui-Gon believes.”

Palpatine’s head snapped back. “You don’t sit on the Council. How do you know this?”

“I have my ways.”

“Does this have something to do with the prophecy you spoke of?”

“Everything. Qui-Gon believes that the boy—Anakin is his name—stands at the center of a vergence in the Force, and believes further that his finding him was the will of the Force. Blood tests were apparently performed, and the boy’s concentration of midi-chlorians is unprecedented.”

“Do you believe that he is the prophesied one?”

“The Chosen One,” Dooku amended. “No. But Qui-Gon accepts it as fact, and the Council is willing to have him tested.”

“What is known about this Anakin?”

“Very little, except for the fact that he was born into slavery nine years ago and was, until recently, along with his mother, the property of Gardulla the Hutt, then a Toydarian junk dealer.” Dooku smirked. “Also that he won the Boonta Eve Classic Podrace.”

Palpatine had stopped listening.

Nine years old … Conceived by the Force … Is it possible …

His thoughts rewound at frantic speed: to the landing platform on which he and Valorum had welcomed Amidala and her group. Actually not Amidala, but one of her look-alikes. But the sandy-haired boy, this Anakin, swathed in filthy clothing, had been there, along with a Gungan and the two Jedi. Anakin had spent the night in a tiny room in his apartment suite.

And I sensed nothing about him.

“Qui-Gon is rash,” Dooku was saying. “Despite his fixation with the living Force, he demonstrates his own contradictions by being a true believer in the prophecy—a foretelling more in line with the unifying Force.”

“Nine years old,” Palpatine said when he could. “Surely too old to be trained.”

“If the Council shows any sense.”

“And what will become of the boy then?”

Dooku’s shoulders heaved. “Though no longer a slave, he will probably be sent to rejoin his mother on Tatooine.”

[James Luceno. Darth Plagueis]

#anakin skywalker #palpatine #count dooku #qui gon jinn #sw quotes #sw books #James Luceno

[alea-says]

On Tatooine, Skywalker isn't a name you inherit - it's a name you earn.

The Sky Walker. Ekkreth. The slave who makes free. Every one of Ar-Amu's children know that, if they find a skywalker, a skywalker will help them go free.

Because names on Tatooine have meanings. Slave names, depur call them. Slave names, the free men call them. But to Ar-Amu's children, they are promises.

A Skywalker will do all they can to release the children from their chains. A Darklighter will show them a path through the darkness, away from depur. A Whitesun will provide them with the papers needed to walk freely under the suns.

Depur do not care what names their slaves choose for themselves, so long as they are slave names. But Ar-Amu's children know the value of calling things by their names.

Ar-Amu's children know how to walk beneath the notice of depur. There is safety in secrets. And the best secrets are always the ones that do not appear to be secret.

Anakin, son of Shmi, earns his name when he is 3 years old.

Shmi is already a Sky Walker, has been so since before Anakin was born. Her skill with mechanics and electronics makes her a valuable slave and an even more esteemed Sky Walker.

So it is no surprise to Anakin to find a young female twi'lek ducking behind the small curtain that separated Shmi's alcove from the rest of the slave quarters (a level of privacy no slave would begrudge a Sky Walker).

There is a heavy, bulky collar fastened around the twi'lek's neck, and Anakin knows immediately why she is there. A new slave, not yet chipped, held only by the bomb collar around her neck - she seeks a Sky Walker to remove the collar and set her free.

But Shmi is not there. Gardulla had requested Shmi's presence as she entertained her guests. Almost all of Gardulla's slaves are up above, ensuring the hutt is able to impress.

The twi'lek's eyes are wide and scared. It will not be long before her depur discovers her missing. It is unlikely she will be able to sneak back to where she is meant to be.

So Anakin takes her hand. He sits her down on the barely-there pallet that serves as bed for both himself and his mother. He can feel his heartbeat racing in his fingertips, but he is also calm.

"The Sky Walker is not here," he tells her softly, "but if you are willing, I will try to free you."

The decision is hers. Any wrong move in disarming or removing the collar and it would blow them both to pieces. He is the son of a Sky Wakker but not yet a Sky Walker himself. She must decide what she is willing to risk for her freedom.

Anakin already knows what he is willing to risk. He already knows what name he wants to earn.

He is Anakin, son of Shmi Skywalker, and one day he will be able to call himself Anakin Skywalker.

The twi'lek nods.

Anakin's hands are steady as he reaches out, a thin piece of wire pulled from the hem of his ragged tunic. It takes five breathless minutes, but he is able to remove the collar.

It sits between them, heavy with threat, not yet disarmed, but open. Its circle of bondage broken.

"Sky Walker," the twi'lek breathes as she stares at him, and Anakin smiles back at her.

*

When Anakin joins the Jedi, he asks the council whether he should change his name. They stare back at him in confusion.

"Change your name, why would you?" Yoda asks. But Anakin doesn't know how to (or even if he should) explain. "Skywalker, your name is," Yoda continues. "Skywalker, it shall be, hmm."

Anakin hopes it means the Council understands. He is a Sky Walker, it is his privilege and his duty to free slaves.

But the Jedi are not there to free slaves.

And Anakin begins to hate his name.

He does what he can. Turning a blind eye here. Leaving supplies there. Accidentally unlocking chains. But it never seems to be enough.

He is a Sky Walker, it is meant to be the purpose of his life, but instead - he runs around obeying the senate and the Jedi council.

Until he begins to fear the council knew what they were doing when they told him to keep his name.

Because a Sky Walker is a slave who makes free.

*

When they make him a general, Anakin wants to throw his name as far away from himself as he possibly can.

How can he be a Sky Walker, a slave who makes free, when he is leading an army of slaves?

*

When Vader hears the pilot who destroyed the Death Star goes by Skywalker, he is not surprised. The Death Star was a chain the Emperor wielded to bind the galaxy to himself, and Sky Walkers are good at breaking chains. He thinks nothing more of it.

Until he learns the Sky Walker is force sensitive.

Sky Walker is a name that must be earnt, a title and a promise and a badge of honour. It is a slave name. The name of a slave who makes free.

Or, the name of one who could have been a slave, who comes from a family of slaves, and risks it all to make others free.

It is telling that this Luke Skywalker uses his name freely in the Rebellion - a declaration that he sees the empire, the emperor, as depur.

On its own it is not much, something someone not from Tatooine would not understand.

But Skywalker is force sensitive.

So Vader goes digging.

Luke Skywalker, raised by Beru Whitesun and Owen Lars. Best friends with Biggs Darklighter.

First known as Luke Lars, before his name was changed to Skywalker.

For someone else, anyone else, it would seem innocuous. It is easy enough to find out that Skywalker is a slave name on Tatooine. For the boy to have initially gone by Lars would have been a way for him to be protected from his parent's past. For him to claim the name would be a child deciding to claim their history despite the slavery in it.

But Vader knows better. He knows how names work on Tatooine.

The boy becomes a Sky Walker the first time he frees a slave.

The disjointed recording of the Princess's cell they recover has him boldly proclaiming, "My name is Luke Skywalker, I'm here to rescue you."

For one of Ar-Amu's children, such a declaration would have been a comfort. A promise. Vader sees how the Princess does not understand what she has been told.

The Imperials see the boy's behaviour as naivety, but Vader knows better.

It does not surprise him that the boy moves quickly up the ranks of the rebellion. It does not surprise him that the boy is fearless in the face of the empire's might, that he laughs each time he escapes the traps laid for him.

He is a true Sky Walker.

The boy might not have been a slave on Tatooine (and Vader checked, because if there was one thing he would not allow it would be that), but he was the son of a slave. Grandson of Shmi Skywalker.

And he earnt his name again and again and again.

There is another name the boy could lay claim to. Another name he has earnt, Vader finds.

A name the Princess earns, also, as she chokes Jabba with the very chain he sought to hold her with. Starkiller.

One who has killed depur.

It is a name the boy earnt long before he joined the rebellion. That he chooses to go by Skywalker instead is telling.

He would rather be known for making free than for killing.

Vader admires him, even as he despairs. For he knows the end result of being a Skywalker beneath the weight of the Emperor. He knows the power of the Dark Side. All he can hope is to keep the boy, his son, from being enslaved.

But the Sky Walker refuses to join him.

Refuses to acknowledge the power of the Dark Side.

Refuses to admit defeat.

And perhaps, Vader thinks, it is better that way. Dukra ba dukra. His son will not relinquish the name of Skywalker, he will not turn, so he will die free.

But Luke is a Sky Walker, and Sky Walkers are those who make free. Not content to just free themselves, they are those who will walk directly into the grasp of depur if it means freeing others.

On Tatooine, names can be earnt.

And so Darth Vader earns again a name he'd thought lost to him.

He is the son of Shmi the Sky Walker. Father of Luke the Sky Walker - who calls Vader by his earnt name. Who walks calmly into the grasp of the emperor in the hope it will save his father (it does).

Dukra ba dukra.

He is Anakin Skywalker, he is a person, and he dies free.

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(Again, highly inspired by @fialleril's work, which if you haven't read, you absolutely must)

#star wars #tatooine slave culture #fanfic #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #tatooine mythos #darth vader #the power of names

[sw5w]

Skywalker Matriarch

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:12:01

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Tatooine #Mos Espa #Slave Quarters Row #Skywalkers' hovel #Shmi Skywalker #pirates #Outer Rim Territories #Pi-Lippa #Gardulla Besadii the Elder #Gardulla the Hutt #podracing #Watto

[marvelstars]

"All slaves have a transmitter placed inside their bodies somewhere." "I've been working on a scanner to try and locate mine, but no luck." "Any attempt to escape…" "And they blow you up. Poof!"

―Shmi and Anakin Skywalker

One of the things that always get my attention in the phantom menace is how easily the people who would take care of Anakin from his 9 years to a young adult could ignore so easily the way his upbringing would affect him but if you see TPM movie, you get why.

Shmi and Anakin are living in horrorific circunstances, they know their owners, Gardulla and Watto can blow them up anytime they want with all legality on Tatooine so what´s left to them to stay not only sane but also kind under such circunstances is to keep what Viktor Emil Frankl called "mental/emotional freedom" they may not be owners of their own bodies but they are owners of their own mind and they can choose to be kind in their circunstances because they "WANT TO BE KIND" not because some code tells them they have to be kind or compassionate.

This is a family who has personally seen slaves being blown up, from kids, to women to adults of any age, a family who lived inside Gardulla´s the Hutt palace, you only need to remember ROTJ to understand this is a mother who had to explain to anakin what sex was from a very young age so he could tell her if someone wanted to take advantage of him that way even if she could not stop them from taking advantage of her Son.

QUI-GON: You should be proud of your son. He gives without any thought of reward.

SHMI: Well he knows nothing of greed.

So when the Jedi came to Tatooine, given the stories both Shmi and Anakin heard about them, most notably the story about them freeing slaves from the former Sith Empire some thousands of years ago, they didn´t expect much but at least they expected the problem to be recognized but Qui-Gon has to explain to them that they are on Tatooine on accident and that they are not here to free slaves and when you get to Coruscant you learn that the Jedi are mostly concerned to what happens in the Senate to put much attention to what happens in the wider galaxy.

So we get in an scenario where Anakin is send to the Temple by his mother to give him a chance of a normal life but the world in which he gets to doesn´t even have the lenses to begin to understand his pov and not only that, they expect him to adapt himself to them, not the other way around.

You think? I don´t know Yoda, If I were a 9 year old who still has a ticking bomb inside my body(Qui-Gon didnt had time to get him to an infirmary), who had to leave behind my mother in such circunstances and who now is surrounded by adults called masters, who can read my mind, you know, the only thing left free for a slave like Anakin, I guess I would be pretty afraid too and not because I am falling to the darkside but because it´s a normal human reaction but Jedi are just not that empatethic in this version of the Order right?

So what we get is that Anakin gets to live in a place with people who certainly have good intentions, who see themselves as the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy but who mostly believe this means doing what the Senate tells them to do, they are completely unable and unwilling to even begin to understand Anakin, most of them, even Yoda have too sheltered lives to begin to understand where Anakin is coming from and it shows painfully as part of the tragedy, because where they see Anakin, they see pain/anger/hate and where Anakin sees them, he sees ignorance and lack of empathy that he at times sees as cruelty but both sides try to make it work, acting as if that´s not what they see on each other.

So even if Obi-Wan did his best to understand Anakin he´s still too sheltered to understand him they way his mother did, he believes Anakin having a problem with food snacks is a sign of him being greedy /asking for special treatment instead of being a sign of someone who has been starved before as punishment and a natural reaction is to keep food and insects around so he doesn´t die of hunger, Obi-Wan is just disgusted by it.

But you know someone who certainly grew up as sheltered as the members of the jedi order, as part of a noble house in a mid rim planet but who has plenty of life experiences and isn´t so set in his ways that he can recognize the signs Anakin is showing for all to see? who has travelled to Tatooine and many other worlds as part of his Sith training? Palpatine, this is why he allowed Anakin to stay in the Jedi Order, he knew he would just grow up bitter and resentful of them because they were just too set in their own ways to try to understand and that for him, was just preparation for him to be turned into a Sith. He can be the one adult who understands where Anakin is coming from and he doesn´t even need to lie.

So when I see this character seen in the fandom as someone spoiled (lol) who gave Obi-Wan a hard time every chance he got, I wish Lucas had been more direct in telling this part of the story because there´s just so much of this tragedy lost in translation that isn´t even funny.

But you know who also had the means to get to Anakin and completely understand what the hell happened, who was from the same world? Who knew how to get to him in his own language despite years of being submerged in the darkside? Yes, his Son Luke, so I guess this is how the story rhymes.

#anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #luke skywalker #star wars #the phantom menace #return of the jedi #Yoda #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Palpatine #QuI-Gon Jinn #Mace Windu #slavery #long post

[tranakin-skywalker]

The padawans found out about it first, as padawans are wont to do. Getting into trouble without realizing the full extent of it, stumbling right into something so much larger than they could understand. In any other scenario it would have been fodder for their masters to tease their apprentices over and -later- rib one another with. But not with something like this.

Jedi, as a whole, didn’t tend to concern themselves with things such as the holonet. When there was a crisis somewhere out in the galaxy, they were typically brought into the know before even the news outlets were told, their response being what led the rest of the Republic forward.

There were of course those who would tune in to certain channels to watch their favorite soap operas, or catch up on the goings on in the parts of the galaxy outside of the Jedi’s jurisdiction, but it was really the younger generation who had any sort of presence on the ‘net.

So really, it shouldn’t have come as any surprise when a crowd of junior padawans and older initiates had gone running in search of Master Nu during their recreational time in the archives (or the several dozen senior padawans with their own personal access to the holonet who’d screamed across their quarters for their masters to come and see). 

It did not take long for the news to reach the Council members, who immediately called an impromptu session to watch and review. There were many angry holocalls sent out inquiring why the Jedi hadn’t been informed of this development sooner, mostly by Adi Gallia. There were also many headaches developed, also by Adi Gallia who both dealt and received.

Mace Windu also had one such headache, brought on by watching the recording for the fifth time- or was it the sixth now?

The image was grainy, implying poor equipment, but the shot held remarkably steady throughout which spoke to some level of familiarity with filming. The grandiose excess of a Hutt residence decorated the space, covering over hard packed adobe walls and tiled floors covered in a thin layer of sand. It was apparent that this was no Nal Hutta, but the exile planet of Tatooine. This was the domain of Jabba Desilijic Tiure and- to a lesser extent- Gardulla Besadii the Elder. 

Or it used to be.

The holo paned slowly over the large interior of the palace, lingering on the forms of a number of sentients, many of them scantily dressed, some of them no more than children, all of them with heavy collars around their necks. Some looked healthy, deceptively so, but there are others- thin with protruding bones, or open gaping wounds leaking out bodily fluids, and those missing whole limbs. The first few minutes were nothing but the camera moving through the inside of the palace, taking in the misery and the horror, from up in the audience hall all the way down to slave quarters deep below the palace.

There were other figures too- those dressed in dark desert weave and wearing a wide collection of masks over their faces. Some of them had what looked suspiciously like lightsaber hilts hanging from their belts.

They worked to remove the chains from the slaves while a voice spoke over the recording in Huttese. Mace wasn’t much familiar with the language, only understood a handful of words spoken. They were still working on getting the poor audio translated, but from what they were able to gather it was a rallying cry for other enslaved worlds to fight back.

The holo lingered a long moment on an opened metal collar, dried blood and bits of flesh stuck to the inside where it had rubbed skin raw. Then it cut suddenly, the screen black for a fraction of a second before suddenly illuminated with the blinding light of two suns.

The new perspective showed a town center of some sort, huge crowds of people gathered in streets and on the roofs of buildings, the camera panning down to capture the thousands of faces looking up toward the platform.

A slave auction block, they found out later.

The camera turned from the crowd to instead film the group standing atop the platform. There were more figures in black and brown, but unlike when they were within the palace, these had brightly colored cloth thrown over the rest of their attire, ponchos and scarves and wraps. Mace assumed there was some sort of cultural significance to it, but he didn’t know enough about the planet’s people to know for certain.

These, too, wore metal masks.

Beneath the desert suns it was easier to make out that most were fashioned into abstract animal faces, with fangs and horns and sweeping pieces that might have been feathers. All of them carried metal cylinders at their hips.

In the middle of the platform, surrounded by more masked guards with lit sabers in hand- colors a wash of oranges and yellows and greens and even one that looked pink- was Jabba the Hutt. Large gashes and lesions covered the expanse of his body, a heavy chain wrapped several times around his neck. It didn’t seem to be connected to anything- seemingly more of a humiliation rather than something to keep the Hutt confined.

The lightsabers pointed at him likely did well enough a job of that.

Standing between Jabba and the crowd was a lone figure in all black. If they were sweltering in the heat, they gave no indication of it, their long layers and heavy helmet seemingly inconsequential. It was a tall figure, humanoid and seemingly male in stature- though that was hard to tell beneath the dark clothing that seemed almost a parody of Jedi robes. The helmet they wore was dog-like, or at least that of a canine skull, with jaws that looked less like jaws and more like a muzzle. There was something altogether disquieting about the figure.

Tilting its head like a curious predator, the figure turned to look the camera lens dead on. It didn’t feel like someone looking into a camera, but like something looking straight through and into the view beyond.

Each time Mace had watched the recording, that single look managed to make hair prickle up on the back of his neck. An animal response.

The figure in black spoke in Basic, addressing the holo’s audience and not the crowd actually present. The voice that came out was distorted through a vocoder into something that was more hard and mechanical than organic, it was still distinctly male, and distinctly authoritative. The rest of the video would prove that this was likely the leader of the whole affair, but even in the opening minutes, it was easy to tell here stood the catalyst for all that would crumble down after.

“You say that slavery is illegal in your Republic,” the voice growled from behind the melted teeth of the dog’s jaw. “And you say that Tatooine is part of your Republic. Then what is this we stand on? What is it that the Hutt empire has made its fortunes off of? What your own halls hide and Senators pedal behind closed doors. Look at what you have turned your blind eyes away from.”

With a gloved hand, he reached to his belt and unclipped a black and gray hilt. “We will not let you look away.” He then turned to the crowd and raised the saber hilt high over his head, calling out something in a language that sounded nothing like Huttese. The crowd thundered back in unison.

The saber lit with a wash of red as violent as a wildfire.

Lowering his arm slowly, the man turned to finally face Jabba, his blade hungry and crackling at his side. He spoke again- softer this time- but still loud enough for the gathered populace to hear. Huttese again, Mace was pretty certain, something about punishment- or maybe it was justice.

For a split second on Jabba’s face there was a look of pure unfiltered terror- the sudden fear in falling with the knowledge that the ground was coming and coming up fast. 

Then that hungry blade slid easily into thick Hutt skin that couldn’t be cut by any other means, sinking into the hilt, fat bubbling and cooking with the heat of it.

Jabba made a noise that Mace never, ever wanted to hear again.

The man dragged the blade down- slowly- guts spilling out from where the Hutt was being unzipped like a field-dressed carcass, still wriggling. Jabba moved a lot less than someone being methodically disemboweled should, but that might have something to do with the dog-skulled man’s left hand being raised up like an open claw. Like he was pinning the crime lord in place with sheer will or- more concerningly- with the Force.

That obsidian black mask seemed to give a jackal grin as the red blade was pulled from the Hutt’s body and Jabba Desilijic Tiure was unceremoniously dropped to slowly die on the same platform where thousands of people had been bought and sold.

Stepping away from the smoking body, the Sith- for what else could this monster be but a Sith?- flicked his blade to the side as if trying to rid it of gore. A useless endeavor for a plasma blade, but there was something almost poignant about the move.

He stood facing the screaming, cheering crowd, but his head was tilted sideways just slight enough to look back at the camera from the inky black socket of the dog’s eye.

“You’ve spent long enough ignoring us. I suggest you start paying attention now.”

The feed cut to black.

#my writing #fic: groundwater #fic excerpt #ignore any spelling mistakes it's 2:30 am and i have not edited any of this

[merrysithmas]

do you ever think about how when Obi-wan was on Tatooine he must have went to Watto's old shop, or Gardulla the Hutt's lair, and seen with his own eyes the place where Anakin and Shmi were enslaved

#obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #shmi skywalker

[maiaspen]

🔥Kit Fisto in Leia’s slave outfit!🥲

You’re welcome.

Thank you to the mega-talented Wooserr for creating this amazing ‘Oblivion Gin’ story art!

In this scene: Fisto is flirting with Obi-Wan and Anakin does not like it! So he fantasizes about knocking Fisto out and selling him as a slave to Gardulla the Hutt! 🤣

Zoom in to appreciate every detail 🥵

Excerpt below. Read full fic on ao3 HERE.

Art inspired by this . . .

Story excerpt 

Fisto picks up his luggage to rummage through it, large biceps flexing unnecessarily as he does. Anakin scrutinizes Fisto up and down, as though he were assessing the repairs involved for some defunct droid . . .

Where Obi-Wan would start a pleasure slave bidding war, Fisto would never even make it to sale's stage. The moment Fisto landed in Mos Espa he'd be brought directly to Gardulla the Hutt. Every savvy slaver knows she would pay an unbeatable sum for a flesh trinket like Fisto. Though Anakin was a youngling when Gardulla owned him and his mother, he still remembers her fondness for cranial appendages. The Hutt collects male Twi'leks and Togrutas - the sort who would have been professional models had they not been born as slaves- and she chains these skull-endowed trophies to her wrist, toting them about like ornate fashion accessories. Due to the climate, Nautolans don't fare well on Tatooine, which is why Gardulla hadn't been able to obtain one. But Jedi Master Fisto handled the Oleh Minor desert just fine, and so he'd probably survive on Tatooine. He would be Gardulla's ultimate tentacle jackpot.

As much as Anakin loathes slavery, he can't stop his imagiation from flaring. He envisions himself knocking Fisto out, redirecting their flightpath to Tatooine, and then selling the Nautolan to Gardulla. Anakin would give his flesh arm to see Fisto's face as he came-to - chained and grabbed in something absurdly skimpy- to that big, stinking blob. Of course, Fisto would easily break his chains and bust out of there; but, basking in those few blissful seconds of his horrified shock would be worth it all.

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