• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 03
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Obituary: His Excellency, Jabba the Hutt

The last thing Jabba remembers is the smooth young boy he saw on a watery planet. That image seared onto his mental camera. The grace of the boy, arms spread like a bird’s wings.
       Nothing like suffocation. Nothing like the rasp of the metal chain on his neck. The heat and the swirling around of sand in his large, always-sore eyes.
       Just a dip of the head. A pause. The water ready for him.