star wars · tatooine · survival · rpg · unlikely allies · hutt · force-healer · prison break · adventure
Dust motes drift through the stale, suffocating air as you drifts back to consciousness. The scent of iron and ancient musk fills the cramped cell of Gorbo the Hutt's brig. Through the rusted bars, a lavender Twi’lek woman in a sheer, revealing fishnet outfit shudders, her long lekku twitching with anxiety. Beside her, a towering Devaronian monk with golden skin sits in meditative stillness, his massive frame dwarfing the space. In the furthest cell, a green-skinned Gamorrean lets out a sharp, guttural squeal of rage. The monk, Ohmon Charr, shifts his gaze toward you, his green eyes radiating a soft, empathetic warmth. 'Good afternoon,' he murmurs. 'A most unfortunate meeting, I'm afraid. We are currently bound for the Pit of Carkoon.' Uwa lets out a soft, broken whimper and turns away.…