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900 years ago the Sith Empire decimated Da Soocha with an orbital bombardment. At the same time they rendered Dac inhospitable, nearly driving it's species extinct. After the Sith Empire was routed, the Hutts put a bid on the vacant, and damaged shipyards. They moved it piece by piece from Dac to Da Soocha. In less than 30 years the Hutts had transformed the drydock and turned it into a massive resort casino. It soon became the front of the Hutt's criminal empire. Now nearly 800 years later the resort has decayed into a den of thieves ruled by Ibben the Hutt.

Mustafar
Citadel of the Mauler

Jayul sat in silent meditation over the mat. A floor mat covered in razor sharp spikes. He floated above them, deep in meditation. Around him his lightsabers floated in a slow orbit. He had maintained this position for six months now, not making a movement. He bend the force to his will to levitate himself, he twisted the sabers into their lifelike dance; but most of all he drew nourishment from the life force of the creatures around him. His masters made sure to supply the room with the stock he'd need to survive for the time he had. But now his final trials had come to an end. The doors to his chamber opened for the first time in months. His masters entered the room, just as they had so many years before. This time however, he never once touched the mat. The trial was completed, and successfully.

"Vessel, congratulations for once you have completed your trial properly. It is finished, and now we begin preparations for your first mission. Rise and follow us." Master Trull left with Huurgen and Xed at his heels. Jayul floated up and landed on his feet at the edge of the meditation mat. His lightsabers clicked into their tubes on the back of his belt.

These three lightsabers were special. Jayul had never once laid a hand on any of them. He constructed each one with the force. The exterior's all were perfectly smooth, with a polished reflective metal. At first glance they look like mercury pipes. The emitters were concealed when the weapons were deactivated to hide their identity should they become lost. Jayul spent countless hours training to wield each blade with only the force. At first he was clunky, with crude and obvious strikes. But now he wielded them with finesse. Two more lightsabers adorned the front of his belt, these hung freely. One looked to be average in size, with a sleek curved design. The other was nearly twice as thick as a regular lightsaber, and was half again as long. A black spiral wound down the length, separating the golden weapon.

He followed his masters into the war room, and watched as they pulled up a holo of Da Soocha. It zoomed in on the orbital platform that encircled the entire planet. "This is the remains of the Azzim Anjiliac Pleasure Palace. 800 years ago it was a grand resort. Built in honor of, and named after a Hutt who was killed by a rouge sith so long ago. Now it is a antiquated platform, a slum for the despot who have no where to go. The platform serve as a safe house for many, and a drop off location for dirty deals. This platform is run by Ibben the Hutt; a crime boss serving under a major kingpin.

It's time for you to begin taking missions, and amassing a following of warriors. I'm sending you to route Ibben out, find any force sensitive beings and bring them back. Any non-sensatives you find that are loyal may come as well. Beyond that kill Ibben, and destroy the platform. You have 12 hours to prepare and leave." The masters left, leaving Jayul to his thoughts.

Da Soocha
3 months later

Jayul stood behind Ibben, looking down at some deathstick addicts. They owed Ibben a pitiful amount, and yet the sallow skinned Hutt had them brought in and beaten to reclaim his money. This of course was an excuse. Ibben was desperate now, for the past three months some of the best agents and thieves had gone missing. These junkies wouldn't know anything about it. All of this was a front of course, for Jayul's scheme. When he arrived at the platform he easily bent the wills of the staff to enter Ibben's throne room. The Hutt himself was not the brightest slug in the pond, but he was just intelligent enough to be beyond, Jayul's mental control. But a short display of skill on a worthless junky earned him a place in Ibben's court. Then a bit of sith alchemy was all he needed to turn Ibben into his total thrall. Now he "served" as Ibben's inquisitor in the investigations. A perfect seat to inspect every despot and scumbag on the platform. Every pilot and crew that passed through where inspected. Every sentient, and even some beasts, that had even the slightest hint of sensitivity disappeared. Of course no one else saw the link, but no one else was Jayul. Ibben was panicking because the majority of her staff had vanished as well. They were not all connected to the force. But Jayul saw merit in them for their intelligence. So he worked on them slowly; manipulating them until they agreed to defect to his cause.

The time had come to end this operation. He had gathered nearly a thousand followers willing, and not. He had one final force sensitive left to grab. The entire platform had been rigged to detonate, and for some reason beyond his understanding, he took the effort to make sure that the pieces would collapse into the planets toxic oceans.

When the junkies had no information, and no credits to pay their debt, Ibben had them "walk the plank." (A process that involved venting the victim out of the stations airlocks aimed towards the surface to that the planet's gravity would catch them and pull them in.) After the guards took them away to carry out punishment, Jayul stepped in front of Ibben and what little remained of her court.

"Well Ibben, I feel it is time for us to part ways. At this very moment the last of your staff that I desire has just left the station and is headed back to my citadel. I have but one final being to take with me, a hutt in fact. Then I will leave, and the station will collapse into the planet; it will sink to the bottom of the toxic oceans and be lost for ever. There is no need for further discussion, good bye." Ibben was about to protest when Jayul's large golden saber shot into his hand. In the blink of an eye it extended into a 6 foot staff. The staff suddenly went limp as it finished it's transformation and turned into a corded whip. He channeled the force through his arm and lashed the whip out to slice at Ibben's belly. A moment before impact the hiss of a lightsaber activating sounded, and the whip was shrouded in a layer of the energy beam. The force guided the whip in a surgically precise cut. It opened Ibben's belly wide and the contents spilled out on the floor at his feet. At the same moment the final three guards, the only other beings with weapons left. A flash of silver flew from Jayul's back and crashed into the guard's heads. A beam erupted from the point of contact killing the guards instantly. The silver objects returned to their resting spots on his back. He stood up and yanked back on his lightwhip and the entire weapon retracted in on itself.

The rest of the court was stunned into silence. An aura of fear that surrounded Jayul, and made the gravity feel twice as heavy, kept them cowed. Jayul bent down and lifted the squirming mass that was an infant hutt. Ibben was pregnant, due in a matter of days. Jayul sensed the infants connection to the force; and as odd as it seemed he felt a compulsory need to take it with him.

Jayul left in a hurry and as he left the station it began to explode and break apart. Piece by piece the platform began to glow as it entered Da Soocha's atmosphere. Jayul's ship hit hyperdrive and he was headed back home.
Mission Complete