Extra Hutt I: Rey Huttwalker

"After the Battle of Exegol, the free worlds celebrated and the remnants of the First Order retreated again to the Unknown Regions.  And yet again, the galaxy was again thrown into a period of bubbling uncertainty.  Just as during the previous upheavals, this offered endless opportunities to the less-than-savory organizations that thrived on chaos. 

Sardo the Hutt, who owned a vast estate on Cato Nemoidia that was the envy of his cohorts, found himself calling them to meetings more frequently than usual, as the Hutts and their allies scrambled to divvy up the territories that had been abandoned by the First Order.  While these counsels were mostly all business, they also resulted in much gossip and conjecture about the ever-shifting future.

Much to Sardo's chagrin, one topic that came up more often that not was that of... Rey Skywalker.  This new Jedi had emerged seemingly from nowhere, and she and that famous golden lightsaber seemed to spawn a new tall tale every week, few of which Sardo believed.

"They say she traveled to Exegol by herself, and defeated the Emperor in single combat."

"Yes, but my sources say that the Emperor was little more than a corpse hanging from a jib.  Not exactly an impressive feat!"

"You're both fools.  The Emperor you speak of was a mere clone, being used as a puppet by that young Kylo Ren to reassert control over the Order."

"Either way, we should thank her.  The Empire was bad for business.  Let the weak and foolish New Republic stagger back to life.  Easy pickings."

"My cousin Unkar said that this Rey worked for him for many years on Jakku.  How could a mere scavenger become a Jedi?"

Sardo took it all in, irritated at the dozens of conflicting stories.  

"I have it on good authority that she's not a real Skywalker at all," burbled Neska Drall, one of Sardo's most loyal agents.  "Not related to the family whatsoever.  She took their name as a sort of homage to them, I suppose."

"She was adopted by the Jedi?  Which one, the brother or the sister?"

"Neither, in fact.  She took the name after their deaths.  It was never properly conferred upon her by anyone, from what I hear tell," Neska spat with hatred.  He was a Belonian after all -- a species that placed immense importance on genetic lineage and kept scrupulous track of their biological ancestors going back thousands of years.  To his race, the very concept of "adoption" was considered unnatural and offensive.

"...but if one must have an answer, I understand it was the sister who trained her in the Jedi ways.  Leia Organa Solo, Skywalker, whatever name you want to call her."

Sardo narrowed his eyes in rage.  "ENOUGH!!!" he bellowed, bringing his slimy fist down upon the table.

"I have heard enough of this Jedi whelp!  My ears tire of it.  Let it be known that I am placing a bounty on the head of this girl.  Five million credits for her capture!  And I do want her alive.  I promise you, my friends, that I will put an end to her legend.  Killing her is enough.  I will tame her, collar her, and turn her into my pet for all to see.  If she is lucky, I might even change her into a Huttwife, as my uncle Jabba is said to have done to her mentor, Leia, at one time.  You will see!  One day, soon, you will see her reduced to a pitiful plaything that grovels before me!"

Sardo's associates marveled at the threat.  Could he make good upon it?

...

It is true that Sardo the Hutt managed to capture Rey Skywalker, and began the process of turning her into a Huttlike creature for his perverse amusement.  

But it is also true that he underestimated her resolve, and soon met his fate at the end of her golden lightsaber.

Rey Skywalker marched away from his ruined estate, filled with Huttlike thoughts of vengeance, as well as a vast hunger that she'd never felt before, even when starving on Jakku.  She had to find a way to reverse this process, or... well, best not to think of that.

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