Have a Felacat by the Tail by Ultrabountyhunter, literature
Literature
Have a Felacat by the Tail
0 BBY
Sleheyron
Eoni Darcuhl peered closely at her master, Orgo the Hutt as he sat on his dais, stuffing spiced gorgs into his wide, slobbering maw enthusiastically. Well, more enthusiastically than normally, that was. The great, gluttonous Hutt seemed to be excited about something, and Eoni couldn’t help but notice how his thick tail was sweeping back and forth eagerly. Whatever it was, he hadn’t seen fit to tell her, which was unusual, as his majordomo, she was usually the first to be in the loop for whatever plot Orgo was scheming up. She wasn’t sure how concerned she should bet yet, either.
“Oh, Great Orgo,” she said, bowing deeply as she stepped forward to face him. “I must confess, I’ve noticed you seem to be rather excitable today. May I humbly ask why this is the case?”
Orgo’s eyes slowly slid towards her, as if he were only just now aware of her presence. After a moment, he began to chuckle, the sound a low rumble coming from the oversized Hutt.
The Underlevels of Coruscant: Zerek by Ultrabountyhunter, literature
Literature
The Underlevels of Coruscant: Zerek
21 BBY
Coruscant
In the years following the collapse of the Bando Gora, the Haugg nerf meat processing plant they had used as a front had been left to rot. It had since been claimed by the Trekali Cartel, who had converted it into their headquarters on Coruscant. As their trademark spices, carsunum and andris, were mined and refined back on Sevarcos, they used the building to produce lesser varieties of narcotics. There was a reduced profit of course, but they still sold well enough.
Rane paused to pick up and examine a small vial of spice as it rolled down an assembly line. He narrowed his ocular implants at it, his incredibly enhanced vision letting him pick out each individual grain of the purple substance inside. It was a curious thing that so many beings abused it, it was a practice in which Ganks like him did not partake in. They sought to improve their bodies through extensive cybernetic reconstructive surgery, not poison and destroy it with spice. He couldn’t understand
Tale's From Orgo's Palace Part 2: You Wear It Well by Ultrabountyhunter, literature
Literature
Tale's From Orgo's Palace Part 2: You Wear It Well
0 BBY
Sleheyron
The nightmares came often, not quite every night, but most nights, and Eoni Darcuhl doubted she would ever truly be rid of them, haunting her perhaps for the rest of her life. It was always the same, her very first day in the servitude of Orgo Vijilakii Tado the Hutt, when one of his Gank enforcers had grabbed her roughly by the back of her neck and marched her down the dark, long corridors of the depths of his palace. She had squirmed and begged, tears flowing from her eyes as she tried desperately to escape from the Gank’s durasteel grip, but the being never acknowledged her, he just kept dragging her deeper and deeper into the bowels of Orgo’s palace. In her dreams, that walk had felt like an eternity to her, each step seemingly a lifetime until they finally, finally stood outside a door just as nondescript as all the other ones lining the hall. Only the dull, orange glow that illuminated the bottom of the door and the wave of heat that passed through it set it