Chapter 1 New hunger.

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61 BBY

Arkanis Sector

Aboard modified Mon Calamari 140 Scythe-class Battle cruiser "Lucky Slave"

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Brood pouches taste nasty.

That is the only description of my 50 years in and out of consciousness in the brood pouch of my Besadii clan mother. I feel the muscles contract around me and instinctively know that it is time to face the world for the first time. I feel excitement for the first time in my new life.

I push my young muscles upwards yearning for the foods I know are waiting for me outside of my mother. The instincts of a Hutt have overpowered my human memories I know. I also know that I don't care.

I'm so HUNGRY!

Think! Remember what you were! That is your only chance here! "REMEMBER!" a yells in my head.

"squelch"

I feel cold and wet. I breath in air for the fist time. I remember who I was, and who I now am.

I scream long and loud for the first time in my life.

I feel so hungry.

I open my eyes and look for the first time around me. A giant slug is leaning over me, smiling down at me. A pair of hands grab me from behind and pull me upwards and backwards. I am pulled to rest against the slimy belly of my mother.

The other hutt reaches into a jar next to my mother and pulls out a frog-like creature and snaps it's little leg bones to keep it from hooping away. As it screeches in pain I feel my stomach ache in need. The hutt sets the "frog" on my mother's green oily belly. I am on it within the next heartbeat, stuffing the frog into my wide lip-less mouth and down my throat.

I look up at my mother's golden slitted eyes and make my first demand. "MORE!"

She smiles.

59 BBY

"You cannot do that" said the toneless mechanical voice of 63-P, my nanny-droid.

"I will have to report this to Lord Gardulla" said 63-P.

"Run along then and tattle then." I chuckled.

Turning and floating away as fast as the droids underpowered little repulserlifts would allow it, it was off to bring my actions to the attention of my mother. Not that she would do anything, I was her pride and joy.

The perfect huttlet.

Ruthless, amoral, determined, intelligent, and gifted. All a hutt could want in an heir.

I got back to work on my new droid. Only a few more parts needed. 63-P was in hysterics over how I "acquired" the mandolorian iron for my droids armored body panels. The dead naked body of the human mercenary I gassed earlier in the day was smelling divine, mid rigour-mortus was my favorite human. I paused in my work to rip an arm off the body to snack on.

The idiot tastes delicious.

It was his own fault for insulting my new favorite dancer in front of me. Diva Funquita was my mother's new theelin slave and I just don't like people interrupting my slave girl dances with rude comments on the fat content in the dancer's ass. Anyone who doesn't love big asses around this hutt can just go ahead and climb into my belly.

My droid was almost complete. I was no prodigy in droid making, an amateur truly. You don't need to be an expert when you are rich like a hutt. The Techno-union and Commerce guild have been making droid parts interchangeable for millennia now. It is all cheap toys for huttlets.

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"Lord Gardulla requests your presence in the throne room." a voice said behind me.

I put my hydro-spanner in its resting place on my worktable.

"Coming" I said sliding on my large belly over to the body, I rip it's belly open and grab the liver and rip it out of the body.

A hungry growing hutt needs a snack for the long 100 meter slide down the main hallway of the palace to the throne room and to the dias that my mother likes to rest on.

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Arkanis sector

Tatooine

Mos Espa Grand Arena/ Gardulla's Gambling Palace

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The "Throne room" was crowded, It always was. The biggest room in In the building was a kilometer and a half long, the ceiling 40 meters high. The air reeked of stimulant fumes and blood. A wondrous scent. Filled with people selling their own freedom or their child's freedom away for another sabacc draw. giving up the only water they had left for a podrace bet. Everyone loses, but me.

Its not that I don't gamble, I do. I only gamble though when I can cheat. A lesson my mother has yet to learn.

The denebian holochess tables are sliced. As are the compsmatch and lugjack. The magna-shuffle and sabacc dealers are on the take. Don't even mention the pod racing. Thinking of this always makes my eyes squint in satisfaction.

The biggest and grandest casino on Tatooine.

I slide though a large door way behind and to the side of my mother's repulserlift pad. She was leaning over a table of food in front of her shovelling food into her giant maw by the fist full. The sounds of the slaves playing their instruments like their lives depend on it.

They do...

I noticed a green twi'lek at my mother's "foot", tears streaming from his eyes. "Please, I beg you. Have mercy!" he cries pathetically. Like thats going to work on a hutt I think.

She noticed me. "Mah bukee. Come here, I want your opinion."

I slid closer. "Yes, mother?" I said.

"This one killed one of my guards." she said.

"So kill him and sell his family." I suggested.

"He said this guard took and sold his family already, and that was why he killed him." She said.

"Hmmm. Very convoluted isn't it?" I blinked my eyes in sarcasm.

"Yes, use your talent to find the truth of this matter" she ordered. She doesn't like it when I blink sarcastically.

I slid over to the kneeling crying twi'lek man. "Look up into my eyes" I ordered him. This made it easier. I leaned in close to his face locking eyes with the worthless alien scum. I always like to smell the sweet stench of fear and fresh flesh when finding out the truth. I rose higher over his head his eyes following me. I opened my mouth, grabbing his shoulders in my hands to keep him from recoiling.

"Crunch" I bit off the top of his skull. His body half headless body flopped to the floor. I chewed on his lekku with relish, savoring the Rylothian spicy flavor.

"He tastes guilty mother" I said.

"Not too spicy for your young stomach?" she asked

"Not guilty enough" I said with a hutt smirk.

"Good."