ocean-life C213 Gulda the Hutt
C213 Gulda the Hutt
C213 Gulda the Hutt
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"Are you angels?"
Natasha smirked at Anakin's innocent question. "Angels, huh?" she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Mikaela gave the boy a playful smile, her head tilting slightly. "Well, what do you think?" She asked.
Anakin stammered, his cheeks turning red. "I-I think you are! I heard the deep space pilots talk about angels... They say angels are the most beautiful creatures in the universe," he explained, his words rushed. "They live on the moons of Iego... or that's what I heard."
Natasha exchanged a glance with Mikaela, both clearly entertained. After a brief moment, they shook their heads in unison.
"Nope," Natasha said. "Sorry to disappoint you, kid. No angels here."
Mikaela shrugged with a grin. "Just us girls."
Before Anakin could respond, Tony spoke, "Can we go find a bar already? I want to get drunk on alien liquor..."
Ignoring Tony, Natasha knelt down in front of Anakin. "So, what's your name?" he asked warmly. "And do you know this place well? Because we could really use a tour guide."
Anakin's eyes widened with excitement. "I'm Anakin! And yeah, I know everything about Mos Espa!"
Natasha grinned. "Perfect. So, how about a deal? You show us around, and I'll give you some money for it."
"Yeah, show me to the nearest bar, kid..." Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of hundred-dollar bills, holding them up.
Anakin blinked in confusion. "Uh... what's that?"
Rocket groaned from behind them, slapping his forehead with a pawed hand. "Really, Stark? Dollars?" He stepped forward, shaking his head. "This ain't Earth, genius. They don't take that worthless paper out here. They probably don't even take Republic Credits either..."
Anakin nodded eagerly. "We use wupiupi here."
Tony raised an eyebrow, amused. "Wupiupi? Sounds... unique?"
Before anyone could say more, Anakin's eyes lit up, seeing this as an opportunity. "I'll show you around if you pay me with wupiupi. I'm saving up to finish my pod racer!"
"Pod racer?" Tony asked, intrigued. "What's that?"
Anakin's face brightened as he explained, "It's a super-fast vehicle for racing! There's a big race coming up soon, and I want to join. I built my own pod, but I still need a few parts to finish it..."
Natasha's brow furrowed, impressed by the boy's ambition. "Aren't you a little young for that?"
Anakin shrugged with a grin. "Maybe. But I'm the only human who can keep up with the other racers."
Before the conversation could continue, a voice called out, breathless. "Anakin!"
The boy turned to see his mother, Shmi, rushing through the crowd toward him. Her expression was a mixture of worry and frustration.
"Mom!" Anakin greeted cheerfully, unaware of her anxiety.
Shmi reached them, placing a protective hand on Anakin's shoulder. "I'm so sorry if he's bothering you," she said, her voice soft but apologetic. "Thank you for not hurting him."
Natasha gave Shmi a reassuring smile. "He's not bothering us at all. In fact, we just hired him as our guide."
Mikaela nodded, adding, "We could pay him a bit to show us around—if you're okay with it. You're welcome to join us, too, if you'd like."
Shmi hesitated, glancing between her son and the strangers. "..."
"Please, mom!" Anakin begged. "I can use the money to finish my pod before the race starts..."
Anakin's eager expression tugged at her heart. "Fine... But I can't join you." She said reluctantly. "I need to get back to the shop before Watto notices I'm gone."
Natasha and Mikaela exchanged a look, picking up on the fear in Shmi's voice when she mentioned the name Watto, but neither of them pressed the issue.
Shmi knelt down and cupped Anakin's cheek gently. "Be back before nightfall, okay?"
Anakin grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "I will, Mom. Don't worry!"
The massive reptilian beast had scales as black as obsidian, glinting ominously under the dim light filtering through the canopy. Its long, sinewy neck arched high above Peter, sharp horns lining its crown. Five pairs of powerful legs, each ending in razor-sharp claws, dug into the earth as it shifted its massive bulk. Its whip-like tail coiled behind it, knocking over trees with a single flick.
[Insert picture of Greater Krayt Dragon here]
The beast's eyes glowed faintly, as if it too were infused with the same cosmic energy radiating from the seed.
Peter's heart raced as the Krayt dragon fixed its gaze on him. The beast's massive maw opened wide, rows of jagged teeth glinting in the dim light. It let out a thunderous, earth-shaking roar that echoed through the oasis, shaking leaves from the trees and sending birds scattering into the sky.
Peter grimaced, gripping the hilt of his lightsaber tightly.
"Well, sh*t," he muttered.
The dragon glared down at him, its breath hot and rancid, the ground trembling beneath its weight.
Peter slowly raised his saber, the black blade springing to life with a hiss.
"Alright, big guy," he whispered. "Let's dance."
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Back I'm Mos Espa, the streets buzzed with activity as Tony, Natasha, Mikaela, Rocket, and Groot followed Anakin through the bustling marketplace.
Tony and Rocket, who had managed to find themselves some strange glowing cocktails from a nearby vendor, drank as they walked alongside the group.
Tony held up his drink, inspecting the vibrant blue liquid swirling inside. "Gotta admit, this alien stuff isn't half bad."
Rocket, meanwhile, was already halfway through his second drink. "I dunno what this stuff is," he slurred, "but it hits like a Gamorrean with a grudge."
Natasha rolled her eyes, keeping a close eye on their surroundings. Mikaela walked beside her, staying close to Anakin, who eagerly pointed out the landmarks of the city.
"That's where they sell the best hyperdrives!" Anakin exclaimed, gesturing toward a shady-looking shop. "And that over there—"
As the boy chattered away, a lone Bith bounty hunter, cloaked in dusty robes, lingered in the shadows of the alley. His dark, bulbous eyes tracked the group, his attention particularly focused on the strange visitors.
The bounty hunter watched closely as the shuttle descended from the warship overhead. That was no ordinary craft, and he knew enough to recognize opportunity when he saw it. If he played this right, he could win the favor of the new Hutt ruling Tatooine.
He ducked into a nearby alley, pulling a wrist communicator from his belt. With a flick of his bony fingers, he activated the device and connected to his Hutt employer.
The holoprojector flickered to life, displaying the grotesque form of the Hutt lounging on his dais. A scantily dressed Twi'lek interpreter, and slave, stood nearby.
The Bith bounty hunter gave a slight bow, his voice low and rasping. "My lord, a massive warship has appeared above Mos Espa. A small group from the vessel is moving among the townsfolk. I believe they may pose a threat. Their ship... it's quite intimidating."
The Hutt's yellow eyes narrowed, and he rumbled deeply in his native tongue.
The Twi'lek interpreter turned toward the bounty hunter, her voice smooth but authoritative. "The Great Gulda the Hutt commands you to wait for backup. Do not engage them alone. When the others arrive, you will bring these strangers before the Great Hutt for judgment."
The bounty hunter nodded, cutting the transmission and slipping the communicator back into his cloak. His black eyes gleamed with anticipation.
It was only a matter of time.
Back in the marketplace, Tony and Rocket were getting progressively more inebriated as they strolled through the streets with their companions. Anakin, still full of energy, darted ahead to point out more things.
"That's the cantina!" he said enthusiastically. "They say all the bounty hunters hang out there."
Natasha gave the establishment a wary glance. "Let's avoid that one."
Meanwhile, Rocket clinked his glasses with Tony, both seemingly blasted on alien alcohol. "Y'know, Stark, you're not so bad—"
Before Rocket could finish, the group suddenly found themselves surrounded.
Thugs in mismatched armor emerged from every corner of the street, blocking off escape routes. The leader of the group—a familiar Bith bounty hunter—stepped forward, his expression cold and calculating.
Tony's eyes narrowed, his drunken facade evaporating in an instant. "So, the stalker finally shows himself," he muttered.
Rocket, still swaying slightly, squinted at the bounty hunter. "We were being followed?!"
Tony ignored Rocket and focused on the bounty hunter. "Let me guess," he said, crossing his arms, "you're not here for a friendly chat?"
The bounty hunter's black eyes glinted in the afternoon sun. "The Great Gulda the Hutt requests your presence..."
A/N: 2300 words :)????????