Private Son of a Hutt

[Dreadheart]

"Stabilize boosters. Steady as she goes." Captain Ranve Aiyob instructed. Her voice commanding and heavy with the years she had spent onboard the Hutt ships. From Tattooine to Iego and from Zeltros to Rion, Ranve had seen it all. She could no longer recall each and every one of the journeys she had embarked in the many years of serving the Hutt Cartel. It had been ten years that she found herself commanding ships branded with the intertwining serpents.

"Boosters stabilized, captain" the alien operator reported after several taps on the multi-coloured screens of the bridge. The strong vibration originating from the main engine suddenly fell silent; The Hypermatter burning deep in the lower decks turning serene, as the large vessel reduced her speed the closer she came to the atmosphere. The view was of a planet of jungles and oceans, adorned with the white of the scattered clouds. A planet Captain Ranve Aiyob had not visited before, as far as she could remember.

"Prepare the shuttle for drop. Bring us on lagrage."

As the ship shifted over the atmosphere, Captain Ranve Aiyob stepped down from the captain's platform and walked off, down the narrow corridors and connective halls of the ship. Soon, the bare durasteel changed to walls dyed black, adorned with gold and emerald light. The catwalks defining the decks were succeeded by delicately carved patterns on marble and metal. The upper decks, reserved as quarters for the Hutt masters of the ship, were marvels of luxury and wealth. The elaborate sigil of the Ahebahmanh Adjik, house of the mighty Hutt who owned the ship, decorated the largest of walls in halls and chambers alike.

Captain Ranve Aiyob found herself on the main mess hall. The band of Duros musicians played calming tunes, while the Weequay henchmen stood guard by the rather sizeable Hutt resting on the platform covered by linen, while servants waived large feathers to provide movement to the air around him. On occasion, a slave approached, blowing smoke from the burning embers and spices kept in a silver platter. The fumes had always been pleasurable to the Hutt.

"Great Paparag Ahebahmanh" Ranve Aiyob declared, standing before the massive alien. "We have arrived on N'orlannia. Your transport is ready to take you to the planetside."

Though the Hutt ways were strongly latched on tradition and bloodlines amidst the Hutt Adjiks, the Hutts themselves did not expect strict etiquette like other contemporaries like the Sith, or the Echani. Instead, the Hutts were invested in results, loyalty, and practicality.

"Good!" the mighty Hutt replied in a gutteral voice. The strong Huttese language echoing as he did. "Have our friends know of our coming!"

Captain Ranve Aiyob nodded her head to Paparag's instructions.

"It will be done, Great Paparag."

Her eyes slided by the Hutt's site, where a long marble table was. On it, numerous disks filled to the brim with a variety of foodstuff for the ongoing pambulum. From Ronto-less wraps spiced with Rishi Red, humbarine chipplets, and bantha tartare, to braised dewlap and chetto-chaps, the stewards had seen for a ridiculous surplus of food, either refrigerated, or cooked onboard the fiery hot kitchens manned to the fullest for the needs of the Hutt family...

It was something perhaps most non-Hutts were disgusted by. Though most could see the strangeness in the Hutts' lifestyle, and the gluttonous nature of their kin, most were shocked to see Paparag's protege, who he had adopted as his own son, after his oldest son, Barmossa "The Stout", was exiled from the Hutt Space. Obsessive with the well-being of his heirs, Paparag had made big plans for his new kin. His younger son, Malaga, had accepted his adopted younger brother, tasked by their father to teach the man the ways of the Hutts, and how he was to become one...

"You will taste delicacies of quality, now, my son!" Paparag announced, clapping his tinny hands against his body. "Our friends will be happy to meet you. Good business, good food, and better friends!"

 

[wraithslayer101]

Valoo has been eagerly awaiting this chance for a very long time, ever since he has been adopted by Paparag. Valoo, as of now is in his early 20s with messy brown hair and basic human features. However, as of now he wears nothing apart from an ornate loincloth with Huttese motifs embroidered into it as his father wanted him to get used to wearing nothing as grows in weight and general size. Valoo eyes the food eagerly and licks his lips. “Mmm… yeah. I have waited this day for over a decade now, which uhh… I know doesn’t mean a lot to you Dad, but for me it does. Can I… dig in now?” Valoo says that last sentence with longing, almost like the food is a siren’s call to him.

 

[Dreadheart]

Paparag bursted into a loud laughter, to the sound of Valoo's words. His tinny hands tapping on the thick exoskeletal skin of his, as his head waived back and forth.

"Yes, son! FEAST!" he cried out. His voice a loud proof of his affection to the ones he considered kin. It was enough for even Malaga, the much younger Hutt, in comparison, to take notice of his father's colour of tone. He slithered across the deck, approaching the table filled with delicacies.

"This table is for children, little brother." Malaga gestured to the food. "You will see the blessing of our father's gift. But you must work for it."

The Rodian servant bowed behind the chair prepared for Valoo, gesturing for him to take a seat.

"No!" Malaga demanded. "My little brother will not be treated like a Yae! Hutts do not sit on such things!" he pointed at the chair. He dictated to the Rodian servant with a demanding gesture, and so the latter removed the chair.
"Bring a recliner! My brother feasts like a Hutt!"

The servants knew better than delay the Hutt's request. Quickly, and without arguements, a recliner was brought forth and placed right next to the food-weighted table. Its design following the simplistic, and yet elegant Huttese fashion, made of bronze and gold, on a durasteel platform that moved through the use of installed hover engines beneath it.

"Sit, little brother." Malaga gestured to the recliner.

Paparag, remaining on his own throne-like recliner across the deck, observed his sons. His wide green oozy eyes filled with evident satisfaction, seeing the progress of his kin, and the connection between the two brothers.
The grim thought of his oldest son's betrayal still heavy to bare. Though cruel to their subordinates, the Hutt families preserved tight bonds between their own, with each loss being a heavy burden to face. In Paparag's case, the fact his now exiled oldest son being alive made it even harder.

No matter now...

Paparag had now a new son. A worthy son.

 

[wraithslayer101]

Valoo smiles deeply, and before he makes his way to the recliner, he hugs Malaga. “I… know us Hutts aren’t capable of hugs, despite me being human as of now, but thank you, truly.” Despite being slapped in slime from hugging Malaga, Valoo takes his place on the recliner, and after briefly surveying the succulent delicacies on offer, he begins to feast. Each hand grabbing more and more treats and snacks as he could physically feel his belly filling up. He stops after consuming a bit more then half of the table, he lets out a mighty belch, himself almost near bursting food wise. Valoo sighs deeply “I wish I could eat more, truly, but my body limits what I can truly tolerate at one sitting.”

 

[Dreadheart]

The sudden hug from Valoo caught Malaga almost in surprise. His tinny hand reached out, eventually, patting Valoo on the head. His other arm a long hook, reminder of his quest in Tatooine not too long ago, when his older brother was exiled from the Hutt Space. The Czerka cybernetic unbalanced the Hutt, as it reached twice as far as his normal hand did. Its root, in Malaga's body was covered by a decorative velvet collar, marked with intricate designs of the Ahebahmanh family.

The hook at the far end tapped against the twin claws. An act not made deliberately, which reminded Malaga that he had yet to fully familiarize himself with the use of his augmentation.

Malaga observed Valoo as he started feasting on the food. He shook his head. There was contempt for his older brother, projected in hope for the man who would soon be gifted a place into Huttdom.

"Your vitals are stretched to their limits." the dry, elderly voice of Eolai Vein sounded with a mechanical undertone, due to the respirator that was latched on his face. The elder scientist was dressed with the typical white robes that covered the extensive augmentation and cybersuit that covered his body underneath. The holopad he held at hand like a child gleamed of blue light which reflected on his artificial eyes.

"The progress, Dr Vein?" Paparag inquired. He did not usually trust scientists, especially humans, though Eolai had managed to impress him with the wickedness of his designs, and the promises of advanced engineering. It had been months the mad scientist had been treating Valoo with injections and elixirs made from samples of Paparag's genetic code. Eolai had promised him a son. And a son, he was delivering.

"The synthetic membrane has developped. The food consumed is significantly more toxic compared to the ones endured at the start of the treatment. His internal mutations show good numbers. In due, the specimen will be able to-"

"Valoo." Malaga corrected Vein.

For a brief moment, Vein turned his attention to Malaga, exchanging a silent gaze.
"Valoo. My apologies." he admitted before turning back to his holopad. "He shows stable mutational growth. His body does not reject the implants, or the modifications thusfar."

"Good." Paparag exclaimed. "He will be coming with me to N'orlannia! We have friends to meet!" he declared.

 

[wraithslayer101]

Valoo gives another burp and starts munching in more things on the table, despite his stomach’s protests and his mind telling him no. However, he stops upon hearing the doctor, turning to him. “Any idea when I can start eating more? I want to grow, and my human stomach is holding me back from growing out more.” Valoo sighs. “Regardless, I appreciate your help, doctor.” Valoo goes back to slowly eating, however, he does keep an ear out for what the doctor says and hopes that the splicing would mean he would be able to have more room later for whoever they shall meet in N'orlannia.

 

[Dreadheart]

"Your implants are still adapting, yes..." Dr Vein nodded. "It will take few more tests before we can implement additional modifications." he pointed out, his finger tracing data on the datapad as he spoke.

"Good!" Paparag smiled, waiving his tinny hands as he did. "My son will be big, and Hutt!"
He had said that for the thousandth time this day... The servants around him looked down in almost synchrony. None brave enough to comment in the Hutt's enthusiasm. It was Malaga, who looked at Valoo with intrigue. He observed, calculating in his head whether he would survive the coming process, or not.

"We set off for N'orlannia!" Paparag exclaimed. "Have the ship ready! Our friends are expecting us!"

"The shuttle awaits your coming, mighty Paparag." Captain Ranve Aiyob voiced. She had waited, standing before Paparag while the Hutts spoke with each other and the... Well...

Her eyes stuck on Valoo behind the table. She could not bring herself to point out what exactly Valoo was anymore... She showed no emotion. No personal take on the unfolding plans, for it was not her place to do so. She was the captain of her own ship, trusted by Paparag to do just that. To toy with higher places was to risk losing what she had achieved up to that point.

 

[wraithslayer101]

Valoo locks eyes with the ship’s captain, and well… he starts to feel a little nostalgic. Sure, he adores this future life of himself, growing and swelling into a Hutt, but slavery… that’s kinda been a touchy subject for him, and not one that he likes to talk about more often then not, especially since the Hutt’s being seen as the superior race, while true to him and why he’s undergoing all of this in the first place, doesn’t really apply to himself as he was born human. After all, before Paparag adopted him, Valoo was living alone and fighting for scraps of food, learning to value meals and eventually developing a gluttonous take for food. Valoo breaks eye contact and begins to continue eating here and there, fidgeting with his loincloth since he hasn’t left the plant of his birth before and his actual fat hasn’t come in yet. However, he looks forward to the changes all the same. He wishes to grow bigger then any and all Hutts before or after his death. Valoo even has a title prepared once he does grow large enough: The Immense, as he wants to eventually be bigger then a city, perhaps even bigger then a mountain range. However… that’s in the far, far future, and as of now, he’s still his 5’06” self

 

[Dreadheart]

Captain Ranve Aiyob subconciously let herself be driven adrift; Her thoughts many, whirling around the view of Valoo, and the plans known for him by Paparag. She could not truly comperhend how the Hutts had found one such character. What depravity could he have experienced, to give in so wholely? To see beauty from the alien eyes of the Hutts? She could only guess.

"Your stomach should be able to process the consumed food within the hour." Dr Vein mentioned, tapping on his holopad. "The implants react as expected. Some minor discomfort may be encountered, but that will be only for a couple of days, until we inject the next RNA dosage."

"Good news!" Paparag laughted. "Then let us depart!" He declared, gesturing his tinny hand towards Valoo. "Come, son. Our friends await us, in N'orlannia! We have business to discuss and feast to have!"

The large hutt slithered across the deck, extending his tinny hands towards Valoo.

"It is time you learn our ways, son."

Malaga took a deep breath, remaining silent.

 

[wraithslayer101]

Valoo nods and gets up from his comfortable recliner to take his father’s hand. Valoo sighs as he was very comfortable in his recliner. However, he was… apprehensive about slavery if that does come up, but the main thought is this… hyper digesting that the doctor said would happen and his mind starts wandering back to those ideals he wanted to have for his body. Valoo shakes himself and goes back to the current day, hand in his father’s own, much smaller hand and learning about the Hutts in full

 

[Dreadheart]

The huge Hutt slithered as he led Valoo down the deck, towards the hangar bay. His son, Malaga, followed behind them, maintaining a certain distance as if performing according to a well-practiced choreography needless to be spoken aloud to know.

"You see, Valoo, my son" Paparag intoned. His wide mouth seemingly in a perpetual smile, as he gazed left and right while advancing, giving the impression his wide green eyes saw beyond matter, to his mind's own vision, carried by the words spoken.
"Us Hutts are not like others. We are different. We breathe like mammals, but we suffer none of their burdens, like limbs, skin or mating. We choose what we become. We choose who we associate with. We can survive things others die from. And for that, they hate us... They hate our ways, for they know they cannot be part of them. They hate our kin, for they know, we are powerful."

A large blastdoor openned, revealling the hangar deck. There were some two dozen shuttles docked around the large hall, with numerous pipelines and tubes and wirings fuelling the crafts, operated by the Weequay, Duros and Ubeze aliens of the crew. They were all cutthroats; Buccaneers and pirates who found themselves under the service of Paparag the Stout.

"Look around you, Valoo. What others see, is a patchwork. Scum, and villainy, brought together by credits." his tinny hand extended, gesturing to the numerous crew members around them. "They do not know our power, for power to others is meaningless. For Sith, for Humans, for Mandalorians, for Arkanis... They see power in banners and parades and colourful flags they hang to remind their subjects of their loyalties. Us Hutts, do not need all that. We do not need reminders. Do you know why, son?"

 

[wraithslayer101]

As his father talks about the benefits of being a Hutt, Valoo adored the idea of those benefits, especially as someone who hasn’t had a lick of actual, genuine power before in his life. However, when the blast door opens up and he sees all the various races working under his father, he starts forming an idea of what he wants to do business wise that would not only see himself getting unfathomably wealthy, but also allow for the various employees and servents at his disposal taken care of better then most Hutts. Upon hear his father’s question though, Valoo pauses. Valoo wasn’t aware of the whole effects of the Hutt empire needing to not flaunt their power.

“I… don’t really have a clue on that, but I could probably take a guess.” Valoo pauses to think for a second. “Is it because we’re already powerful enough to not need to show off to the galaxy at large?”

 

[Dreadheart]

Paparag's laughter was loud enough to echo over the cacophony of the starships' engines. He was amused enough by Valoo's behavior to halt his slithering, just before they reached the rampart leading on the shuttle.

"Haha! You already talk like a Hutt, my son, Valoo!" he bragged. "Yes, indeed! Huttkind had the time of glory. The Hutt Empire ruled, once. But power does not come from banners. It does not come from speeches! When the Republic and the Empire invaded Makeb, the Hutt Clans fought as one, yet you would hear no glorified speeches of valor, or inspiring declarations! Us Hutts, wield no power of words, or colours. Colours, my son, are to remind one's subjects of their loyalties. Us Hutts do not need all this. Those who serve us Hutts know their place, and they know why they serve, because there is only one God in this Galaxy and is not the Force, or the Dark Side, or anything else... it is Credits. Credits make the Galaxy spin, my son. And the Hutts learned that too early. Others see us as scum. Villains and crime lords. But none sees us as fools. Hutts are no fools, my son. Remember that."

 

[wraithslayer101]

Valoo smiles at the mention of credits. With how he wants to handle his business and how much credits he would make from it, he would be one of the wealthiest beings in the galaxy. However that is in the future, not right now with his very human body, wearing the last vestige of his humanity and still walking on two legs. Valoo waits for his father to get into the shuttle fully before heading inside himself, sitting next to his father happily. “So… who are we meeting?” Valoo’s eyes perk up “Oh, and would food be involved? Please tell me food is involved!” Valoo is already hungry again after his initial “snack” as it were, his body already showing signs of obesity with moobs and an engorged belly.