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Character Archive Profile This character is no longer part of the game. |
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| Name: Jabba |  | |
| Rank: Made Man | ||
| Level: 30 | ||
| Status: Dead | ||
| Home City: Brooklyn, NY | ||
| Wealth: Poor | ||
| Start Date: Oct 12, '15 10:14:32 | ||
| Last Active: Dec 28, '15 02:36 | ||
| Messages Sent: 865 | ||
| Threads / Posts: 9 / 25 (View Activity) | ||
FOR A SMALL FEE I CAN HAVE A TEAM OF JAWAS TAILOR YOU A SUIT, FAMILY CREST OR SPONSOR CREST. If interested please send me a communication via the holonet. The court of Jabba the Hutt is in the midst of a drunken, raucous party. Sloppy, smelly monsters cheer and make rude noises as Oola and a fat female dancer perform in front of Jabba's throne. Jabba leers at the dancers and with a lustful gleam in his eye beckons Oola to come and sit with him. She stops dancing and backs away, shaking her head. Jabba gets angry and points to a spot next to him. "DA EITHA!", Jabba bellows in his native Huttese. The lovely alien shakes her head again and screams, “Na Chuba negatorie Na! Na! Natoota...”, back at her master. Jabba is furious and pulls her toward him, tugging on the chain, “Boscka!”, Oola stumbles forward awkwardly. Jabba quickly slams his chubby fist down onto a hidden button on his throne control panel and, before the dancer can flee, a trap door in the floor springs open and swallows her up. As the door snaps shut, a muffled growl is followed by a hideous scream. Jabba and his monstrous friends laugh hysterically and serveral revelers hurry over to watch her fate through a grate.
A battered protocol droid standing nearby Jabba, cringes and glances wistfully at the carbonite form of a once infamous, now long forgotten gangster, but is immediately distracted by the appearance of an obvious looking customer, entering somewhat in shock and awe at the establishment's interior. An unnatural quiet sweeps the boisterous gathering. On the far side of the room, the crush of debauchers moves aside to allow the approach of two guards followed by the wary customer. The two guards break off and meld back into the crowd leaving the bewildered customer standing in front of Jabba, who’s eyes close to slits while examining his guest. The battered protocol droid moves awkwardly from behind the large Hutt to position itself to the side of the throne and whispers something briefly in his Master’s ear. “Yu-bahk ko rahto kama wahl bahk? Moonon keejo mawwango Chicago wonga. Be sheel mo backta daw wonga,Noob” Jabba booms downward to his guest while also lifting one his chubby arms and sweeps it skyward, indicating all to look up. The battered droid allows Jabba a pause before beginning to translate from Huttese to English. “The illustrious Jabba bids you welcome to his humble tailoring establishment. At Jabba’s Tailoring Emporium we specialise in suits, family crests and sponsor crests. A hardworking team of specially trained Jawas will manufacture your requested item to the highest of quality. Please have a look at some examples shown on the ceiling above, which are for sale if you want them at a substantial 25% discount!” The droid looks up and mimics Jabba’s arm sweeping skyward. Most of the room also look upward as a half-dozen images are projected onto ceiling high above, lighting up the room. In a short while the images blink out one by one, leaving the room dimly lit again. Everyone lowers their view and Jabba, after taking a long draw from his water-pipe, leans forward says “Bo Shudak maki likee ma shoooka ma da keen. Bo keem na kinka ma keenie, No beeka na keena Keenie Binka”. Jabba then leans back and takes another long smoke of his water pipe while his translator takes over. “The mighty Jabba wishes only to charge the small sum of half a million dollars for a standard static item and only a million for an animated item. Tipping is of course encouraged but optional.” The droid motions to a nearby bar, “Please take a moment to process all this information while making yourself at home. You can of course speak to Jabba privately if you wish as well or mail him at a later date if you prefer.” The establishments’ occupants start to again speak loudly in a mix of foreign tongues and the strange bandsmen situated deep in a sunken alcove start to play a mellow alien tune throughout the chamber. Jabba gives his guest a respectful nod before turning his attention briefly again to his water-pipe then back to his audience.
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