Missing Piece

49. Hutt

  It had been a long flight to reach the small, nameless moon at the edge of the Outer Rim.
  The moon seemed innocent, but I knew otherwise. I had heard about this place from stories. It had some kind of Force past, something about a world between worlds connection, which I didn't understand. But that wasn't interesting for me at all, I only cared about the rebels on this moon, feisty ones.
  I knew I had to be very careful from now on, I was piloting a First Order ship nonetheless.
  Luckily these rebels weren't very advanced. They didn't have much technology, not even blasters from what I've heard.
  I landed the ship and took my small blaster, and opened the gate.
  There were already two rebels standing in the doorway, armed with clubs, the patrolling guards I assumed.
  "I come in peace, I want to speak with your leader." I handed the guard my blaster as a sign of submissiveness.
  The rebel cautiously accepted my blaster, waiting for me to fool him.
  "I'm not here in the name of the First Order. On the contrary actually," I convinced them.
  "What's your business here? Tell us or we'll shoot you. Armed or not," the rebel said threatening and without any sense of mercy.
And those are the rebels I've heard stories about.
  I suppressed a smirk, knowing that the rebels wouldn't be a problem in my plan. They'd do exactly what I wanted. "I need to speak with your leader. I have a deal to offer him, a very good one..."
  The rebel that had threatened me looked at his partner, whom nodded. "We'll take you to our leader, but I don't want to see any tricks. Or..." he slid his finger across his throat.

The leader of the rebels turned out to be a family member of Jabba the Hut, a cast out member, but still a member.
Naturally, I didn't speak the Hutt language or whatever. Not that I'd call it a real language, it sounded more like growling, and mainly, unprofessional laughing.
Luckily there was a translator.
"I have a deal to offer you. For which I don't want much in return," I told the translator.
The translator did her job, and Hutt spoke back with a voice that sounded curious but also cautioned. "He asks what this deal is. He also says that if he doesn't like the deal and if you wasted his time, he won't let you get off the hook easily." The translator had pity in her voice.
But I intended on not needing her pity. "Oh, I'm sure your boss likes this." I smiled at the disgusting Hutt. "I will bring you one of the most by rebel hated men in the galaxy, the Jedi killer. Kylo Ren."
Hutt immediately sat up when hearing the name, smoke coming from his nostrils, from the incense he had been smoking. He growled something in response. "How do you, a puny girl, think you can bring the slaughterer to us?" Even the translator was very curious now.
I grinned, placing my hands on my hips with utmost confidence. "I have my tricks," I said, remembering what Matt had told me on 'game night.' Ren had probably used his Force powers, so now it was my turn to get some help from the Force...
"And if you bring Ren here, what do you want in return?" asked the translator. Hutt seemed to trust my 'tricks' and believed my word.
"All I want, is to never see that monster again," I answered bitterly, memories flooding back into my head.
"What has he done to you, that he deserves such fate?"
I knew I couldn't tell Hutt the truth, he'd kill me if he found out about my past with Ren, so I lied. I pulled up my shirt, revealing the scar I had gotten from the blaster shot on Corellia, caused by my old bully.
The irony that I had actually got it from a rebel and that Ren was the one who saved me. And now it would be his downfall.
"This is what he has done. He marked me with this hideous scar, showing off with his powers using his lightsaber." I didn't actually hate the scar, it had something sturdy, something unique, a reminder of the 'good days.' Prove that no matter what, I would always get back on my feet.
Hutt nodded. "I understand your anger. You'll be pleased to hear what we'll do to him once we capture him."
I cocked my head slightly to the side. "And that is?" I hated myself for still caring for him.
"We Hutts like malicious pleasure, Ren will be our personal gladiator."
I had known about the Hutts' preference for malicious pleasure, and I couldn't stop myself from feeling bad for Kylo, for Matt. But this wasn't the time to back down, no not at all. I was going to have my vengeance on that lying, selfish- *sigh*.
"I need to go back now, but I promise you that I'll get in touch once I've sent him your way. I'll take care of the main problem, but be prepared, for he'll still be a fighter."
Hutt laughed nastily. "Don't worry, we heard of the child's temper." Once the translator finished, Hutt slugged away, back to his personal chamber.

After receiving my blaster, I flied back to Starkiller.