Post by Darth Talon on Sept 18, 2006 12:15:42 GMT -5
This fanfic is suitable for anyone who wants to take a look into the twisted mind of a crime lord.
~ Jabba Desilijic Tiure's Desire ~
//characters belong to George Lucas//
Looking out over his thrown room, Jabba the Hutt keeps an eye on the motley horde milling about. A very diverse group of scum interacts within his palace walls from aliens to humanoids, assassins to bounty hunters, dancers to droids. He watches them all, wondering which ones are at that very moment plotting his demise.
"They never seem to do their homework." Jabba thought to himself as he recalled the various weapons people had tried to use on his thick hide. He had enjoyed watching them die, much like he enjoyed watching his rancor fed.
The most recent meal his pet had eaten was a gift from Bib Fortuna. Her name was Oola and she was a very beautiful Twi'lek. Jabba enjoyed watching her, even when she first refused to dance for him. He knew in time that she would dance and dance she did. He watched every movement carefully. Sitting on his dias and moving his eyes with her. Her dance pleased him greatly and so he had drawn her closer to "thank" her and she remained back. He could see it in her eyes. She thought him to be repulsive. With the press of a button and a shout "boska!", she had fallen to the waiting Rancor and was eaten alive. The thoughts of the Rancor's snack brought other thoughts to Jabba's mind.
"I don't understand it. Why is it that the one thing that I desire is impossible to obtain? I just want to be loved. That is all I ask. I have never known love. It is not something that is lavished upon someone like me. The Hutt's are not the tallest nor the fastest of species. We do not present the appeal that makes the ladies of all species swoon. Oh, I've enjoyed pleasure, but it's not the same as love. I've seen the looks in the eyes of the ladies I've had. The looks are so predictable. A lust for my credits or my power, a look of revulsion, and a look of fear. Oola lacked the lust that could have kept her from my pet longer. Her loss. She is replacable."
Jabba eyed the dancer chained to him now. The girl maintained an aire of dignity in her scantly clad gold outfit. He enjoyed looking upon her and noted the lack of fear in her eyes. Leia made no effort to hide her disgust and offense at being chained to him. Jabba also notes a peculiar look in her eyes. He has seen it many times before and is always pained that the look is never meant for him. It is a look of longing and desire. The look of love.
"There is a passion in her eyes reserved for someone, but who? I wish I were that lucky. I would give anything for a female to look upon me with that passion in her eyes and see only me, even for a moment. For that moment would be greater than all the wealth I have aquired and all the power I have accumulated. That look is the one thing that I hope for and the one thing that I cannot obtain. So I am force to settle for everything else, by some cruel twist of the fates. Luckily, I have my ways of getting everything else."
Jabba found his gaze wandering to his trophy wall and his eyes fell upon Han Solo, frozen in carbonite.
"Poor Solo learned that lesson the hard way. Fail in your part of a deal with a Hutt and you will pay dearly. If not with creds, than with your very being. Solo failed me and now he decorates my wall. I wonder, if I were like Han, would I find love? Well obviously not in the state he is in, but before he was frozen. Rumor has it that he had much luck with the ladies, but then again, anyone with credits can have luck with the ladies. Has anyone ever looked upon Han with longing and desire? I am envious of any who are able to achieve that which I am uncapable of."
"[Dance for me.]" Jabba ordered in Huttese as he tugged on Leia's chain. "[Please me.]"
"Ahh. She is lovely. What hope is there ever for beauty to love a beast?"
Jabba ordered that one of his favorite drinks be brought to him, and an alien nearby quickly brought it to him, before returning back to his own merriment.
"I have almost everything and the one thing that eludes me is that which I desire most. How cruel life is to me."
~ Jabba Desilijic Tiure's Desire ~
//characters belong to George Lucas//
Looking out over his thrown room, Jabba the Hutt keeps an eye on the motley horde milling about. A very diverse group of scum interacts within his palace walls from aliens to humanoids, assassins to bounty hunters, dancers to droids. He watches them all, wondering which ones are at that very moment plotting his demise.
"They never seem to do their homework." Jabba thought to himself as he recalled the various weapons people had tried to use on his thick hide. He had enjoyed watching them die, much like he enjoyed watching his rancor fed.
The most recent meal his pet had eaten was a gift from Bib Fortuna. Her name was Oola and she was a very beautiful Twi'lek. Jabba enjoyed watching her, even when she first refused to dance for him. He knew in time that she would dance and dance she did. He watched every movement carefully. Sitting on his dias and moving his eyes with her. Her dance pleased him greatly and so he had drawn her closer to "thank" her and she remained back. He could see it in her eyes. She thought him to be repulsive. With the press of a button and a shout "boska!", she had fallen to the waiting Rancor and was eaten alive. The thoughts of the Rancor's snack brought other thoughts to Jabba's mind.
"I don't understand it. Why is it that the one thing that I desire is impossible to obtain? I just want to be loved. That is all I ask. I have never known love. It is not something that is lavished upon someone like me. The Hutt's are not the tallest nor the fastest of species. We do not present the appeal that makes the ladies of all species swoon. Oh, I've enjoyed pleasure, but it's not the same as love. I've seen the looks in the eyes of the ladies I've had. The looks are so predictable. A lust for my credits or my power, a look of revulsion, and a look of fear. Oola lacked the lust that could have kept her from my pet longer. Her loss. She is replacable."
Jabba eyed the dancer chained to him now. The girl maintained an aire of dignity in her scantly clad gold outfit. He enjoyed looking upon her and noted the lack of fear in her eyes. Leia made no effort to hide her disgust and offense at being chained to him. Jabba also notes a peculiar look in her eyes. He has seen it many times before and is always pained that the look is never meant for him. It is a look of longing and desire. The look of love.
"There is a passion in her eyes reserved for someone, but who? I wish I were that lucky. I would give anything for a female to look upon me with that passion in her eyes and see only me, even for a moment. For that moment would be greater than all the wealth I have aquired and all the power I have accumulated. That look is the one thing that I hope for and the one thing that I cannot obtain. So I am force to settle for everything else, by some cruel twist of the fates. Luckily, I have my ways of getting everything else."
Jabba found his gaze wandering to his trophy wall and his eyes fell upon Han Solo, frozen in carbonite.
"Poor Solo learned that lesson the hard way. Fail in your part of a deal with a Hutt and you will pay dearly. If not with creds, than with your very being. Solo failed me and now he decorates my wall. I wonder, if I were like Han, would I find love? Well obviously not in the state he is in, but before he was frozen. Rumor has it that he had much luck with the ladies, but then again, anyone with credits can have luck with the ladies. Has anyone ever looked upon Han with longing and desire? I am envious of any who are able to achieve that which I am uncapable of."
"[Dance for me.]" Jabba ordered in Huttese as he tugged on Leia's chain. "[Please me.]"
"Ahh. She is lovely. What hope is there ever for beauty to love a beast?"
Jabba ordered that one of his favorite drinks be brought to him, and an alien nearby quickly brought it to him, before returning back to his own merriment.
"I have almost everything and the one thing that eludes me is that which I desire most. How cruel life is to me."
