Ob Ordeena

The infamous world of Kessel is known for its dreaded mines and hard labor correctional facilities where convicts are often sent to extract valuable spice from the rock. The planet is controlled by the Hutts...

A brown-shrouded Jawa walks over to the Devish brute as he leaves the cantina. As the taller being exits and walks into the dusty streets, and filthy Jawa throws himself in front of him; tripping Essalare Taragron. ”œHey you, I got a message from Ob Ordeena. You're to make your way to the desert citadel, beyond the dune sea. And be quick about it, the last person to keep the Hutts waiting is now sitting in the belly of the beast. Hurry up!"

The lead trooper smiled and spat back: ”œYou must have a death wish, buddy. This is Tatooine you are on, and we ”˜ere are agents of the Hutts. You want to rumble buddy then be our guest, you won't make it out alive. Now this ”˜ere cantina is the property of the Hutts, and of Ob Ordeena, that makes you a bloody trespasser. We don't look kindly towards outlanders here.”

The Hutt troopers searched throughout Mos Eisley for any sign of enemies. They marched silently through the streets, every so often breaking down doors and rummaging through small hovels. The searches turned up precious nothing. The guards load the dead folk onto the skiffs, and after plundering the corpses for valuables, pile them up in a huge pyre in the middle of Mos Eisley. There the red uniformed agents of CORE, along with Hutt troopers and Mos Eisley civilians, burn until none remain. The Hutt legions began to break apart, some heading back towards the palace, others, tired from the battle and search, head towards the remains of the cantina wear they haggle with the supposed barman over prices. As they do so, the most loyal of the Hutt troops, subsequently the best trained, continue their search for the enemy base. A guard angrily shoves the barman. "Hey, we work for the Hutts. Our drinks are free, hear that buddy? Now fork em over or we're going rough you up nice, got that?"

Three skiffs blast into Mos Eisley, each mounted with a light blaster cannon and each carrying several men. The first wave of troopers, along with the denizens of Mos Eisley had succeeded in wiping out most of the enemy that were visible in the streets or on rooftops. Now many of them searched buildings, and poked around the piles of the dead enemy for clues. The skiffs hovered slowly throughout the dusty streets, a gunner aiming the blaster cannon at anything suspicious. Guards walked aside the skiffs, searching domed buildings or checking under scruffy booths. It was under such a booth that they found the Hutt Fleet Commander cowering. He was brought aboard a skiff and questioned by Ob Ordeena's chief. The guards continued searching, though they found not a single agent of the enemy. Impossible! The hologram image of Ob Ordeena said to the chief trooper. They could not have disappeared so quickly. Check everything; I want the entire spaceport overturned. They must have a base somewhere; they certainly aren't here in the palace any longer. I want them found, capture their leader and bring him to me! Yes, your excellency. The chief replied as the remainder of the Hutt league regrouped. The party of scoundrels hovered around the main skiff, and received their orders to search every building. They set about in groups of ten or eleven, and shuffled off. Each group was within earshot of one another in case they encountered anything.

A weak transmission commences. A rather large group of unmentionables have amassed on Tatooine. Now the Hutts have always loved democracy and order, we love the Commonwealth, and we now call upon you for assistance in the destruction of our common foe.