The Hutt's palace was full of terrible music, drunken scoundrels, and beautiful dancing slavegirls. A blue skinned Twi'lek was dancing in front of my table on a long gold chain that led back to the fat grubby hands of the disgusting slug, Jabba the Hutt. I was reluctant to return to the palace after my last mission went bad, I lost the Hutt's cargo and money but hoped I could weasel my way back into his good graces. I had met a young pantoran Jedi girl and made a plan with her to take dow