Rock.Hard.Abs
Location: Nar Shadaa
With a large protein shake in hand, Gula slithered towards the filthy slave pens located on the lowest floor of his palace. Though the Hutt owns multiple slave pens scattered across not only on Nar Shadda but also around the Outer Rim Territories, his most prized slaves are kept in the underbelly of Gula's residence. As he entered, the lights shown as many slaves rose up and begged Gula for his mercy, food or both. Some tried to plead their case in having the great Gula be their new trophies. Pathetic, all the begging that was being displayed by these people only showed weakness. Gula needed to feed half of these idiots to the Rancor at least their lives will have value.
The quality of workers though hasn't been up to par. The Galactic Alliance had been taken a hard stance against slavery in the Outer Rim. Gula hoped their war against the Mandalorians to ease their security. Yet much to Gula's surprise and disappointment, the war quickly fizzled out as soon as it came. As a result, slave catchers had been charging extra and it started to drain at Gula's pockets. Taking a sip from his protein shake, Gula arrived at the dirtiest and darkest slave, the on where Canfeza was thrown after she'd continue to be belligerent towards Gula. She needed to understand that she won't be treated like royalty like her last Master. However, she did have her uses namely in dancing something that Gula planned on utilizing for an upcoming slave dance contest.
"Canfeza!" Gula shouted. "Wake up! You got a long day ahead of you!"
With a large protein shake in hand, Gula slithered towards the filthy slave pens located on the lowest floor of his palace. Though the Hutt owns multiple slave pens scattered across not only on Nar Shadda but also around the Outer Rim Territories, his most prized slaves are kept in the underbelly of Gula's residence. As he entered, the lights shown as many slaves rose up and begged Gula for his mercy, food or both. Some tried to plead their case in having the great Gula be their new trophies. Pathetic, all the begging that was being displayed by these people only showed weakness. Gula needed to feed half of these idiots to the Rancor at least their lives will have value.
The quality of workers though hasn't been up to par. The Galactic Alliance had been taken a hard stance against slavery in the Outer Rim. Gula hoped their war against the Mandalorians to ease their security. Yet much to Gula's surprise and disappointment, the war quickly fizzled out as soon as it came. As a result, slave catchers had been charging extra and it started to drain at Gula's pockets. Taking a sip from his protein shake, Gula arrived at the dirtiest and darkest slave, the on where Canfeza was thrown after she'd continue to be belligerent towards Gula. She needed to understand that she won't be treated like royalty like her last Master. However, she did have her uses namely in dancing something that Gula planned on utilizing for an upcoming slave dance contest.
"Canfeza!" Gula shouted. "Wake up! You got a long day ahead of you!"