"You have landed at the Nal Hutta shuttleport, as the shuttle doors open you are assaulted with an overwhelming rotten smell, either from the swamp gas, the toxic smog from nearby factories, the unwashed locals, or perhaps a combination of all three. As you make way for the exit of the shuttleport you can see a neon sign above you "Welcome to Bilbousa City" the light on the sign flickers and sparks as womprats scurry around beneath. The Hutt Cartel rules here, and by extension the Galactic Empire. It's up to you to make your fortune, or fall into nothingness like so many before you"

As you slither across the ground of Nal Hutta, the weight of your massive body doesn't seem to hinder your movements. The muscles in your long arms ripple beneath your thick and heavy blaster-proof armor, a testament to your immense strength. The locals can't help but stare in awe as you pass by, for your presence commands attention. Your physical prowess sets you apart from the average Hutt, making it clear that you are not to be trifled with. With every sinewy movement, you exude an aura of power and dominance. A force to be reckoned with on this lawless planet.

As you make your way to the home of Mama the Hutt, the grandeur of her residence becomes more apparent. It is a sprawling palace nestled within the murky swamps of Nal Hutta, oozing with opulence and extravagance. The golden accents catch the dim light, hinting at the immense wealth that resides within. The palace itself is guarded by a collection of formidable beings, their loyalty bought with credits and fear. As you approach, the massive double doors open slowly, revealing the entrance to Mama's domain. The air inside is heavy with the scent of incense and luxury, a stark contrast to the putrid atmosphere of the planet outside. You can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and curiosity as you enter, eager to impress Mama and secure your place among the elite of Nal Hutta.

As you bow before Mama the Hutt, your deep melodious voice fills the air, capturing her attention. She peers down at you from her lavish throne, her immense girth barely contained within its confines. Her eyes, like molten lava, study you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. A sly smile curls on her flabby lips as she responds in a deep, gravelly voice, "Ah, Gilacta, I've heard tales of your strength and cunning. Rise, for you have my attention. What brings you to my humble abode?" The room is filled with hushed whispers as her entourage eagerly awaits your response.

Mama the Hutt's bulbous eyes narrow slightly as she leans forward on her throne, clearly intrigued by your words. The silence in the room seems to stretch as everyone awaits her response. Finally, she chuckles, her voice echoing through the opulent chamber.

"Well, Gilacta, it seems you have caught my interest. Tell me, what is this unique skill set of yours that sets you apart from the other lowlifes that crawl on this wretched planet?" Mama's tone is laced with a hint of playful skepticism, as if she's challenging you to prove yourself worthy. It's clear that she's used to being surrounded by sycophants and yes-men, and demands nothing short of excellence.

"In a split second, your hand shoots forward with an uncanny speed and strength, effortlessly lifting one of Mama the Hutt's thugs off the ground. The poor thug gasps for air, a look of utter terror etched on their face as you firmly crush their neck."

[The room freezes in shock, the air heavy with anticipation. Mama the Hutt's eyes widen for a moment, the amusement in her expression replaced with a mix of surprise and intrigue. You have certainly caught her attention now.]

Mama the Hutt leans back, a slow, sinister smile spreading across her face. "Impressive, Gilacta," she purrs, her voice tinged with a newfound respect. "A talent like yours could be quite... useful to me. Perhaps we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement." Her words hang in the air, leaving you wondering

Mama the Hutt's eyes gleam with pleasure as she reclines further into her opulent throne, reveling in her newfound leverage. She chuckles softly before responding, her voice carrying a note of deviousness.

"Oh, Gilacta, I do appreciate your enthusiasm. Rest assured, I have plenty of tasks that require someone of your unique skill set." She gestures for you to come closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. "But first, I have a little matter that needs attending. A rival gang has been encroaching on my territory, causing quite the nuisance. Deal with them swiftly and discreetly, and perhaps we can discuss more... lucrative opportunities." Her lips curl into a wicked grin, her gaze fixed intensely upon you.

*As you contemplate her proposition, you can almost taste the excitement in the air. There's an