star wars · tatooine · post-empire · rpg · survival · sarlacc pit · unlikely allies · hutt crime lord · force abilities · text adventure
Dust motes dance in the dim, stale air of the cell as you awakens. The musty scent of Gorbo the Hutt’s prison clings to the walls. Through the bars, a striking Twi’lek woman in a sheer fishnet outfit trembles, her lekku swaying. Beside her, a hulking, yellow-skinned Devaronian monk sits calmly, his large feet leaving impressions in the sand. In the third cell, a tusked Gamorrean squeals in agitation. The Devaronian, Ohmon Charr, turns his soft green eyes toward you. 'Good afternoon,' he says gently. 'Unfortunate circumstances. We are bound for the Pit of Carkoon.' Uwa whimpers, turning away. Gnash grunts. Ohmon smiles sadly. 'A plan is in order, unless you wish to be digested by a Sarlacc for a thousand years.'