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Infiltrating The Palace

... freezing temperatures that only the planet's more rugged inhabitants could endure for extended periods of time. Tatooine had a way of making itself as unappealing to newcomers as it possibly could, the only beings who dared to make the journey to the surface were those desperate enough for the work opportunities -- or those in search of something.

Jabba's Palace stood above the waves of dunes that covered most of the uninhabited parts of the desert, it's appearance was just as unseemly as the Hutt that resided within its durasteel and sandrock walls. It had originally been built to act as a monastery for the B'omarr Order, used to carry out their sacred rituals in isolation. But such a grand building only ended up attracting the eye of Jabba after his arrival on the planet, acquiring it meant the famously lazy Hutt didn't need to exert the effort, nor the hefty sum of credits required for constructing a palatial structure on the surface of Tatooine.

The Palace acted as Jabba's home away from home, allowing him to control and operate his vast business operations both on Tatooine and across the Outer Rim without fear of retribution. Robust defences within the structure of the Palace meant that any form of uprising from the moisture farmers or slighted business owners would die out before they could even consider breaching the massive durasteel opening.

The activities that took place within the walls of the former monastery were far from anything that had been intended ...

... following its construction by the religious order. Lust and gluttony occupied every inch of the palace's catacombs and chambers, Jabba didn't allow modesty or restraint to prevent him from invoking his most base desires. Even with the small Imperial presence that had established itself on Tatooine, the Hutt's word remained law, whatever he desired would be his.

The smell of spice residue filled the massive halls leading down towards Jabba's subterranean throne room, growing stronger the deeper into the palace Mara travelled, an immediate indicator of how debased the Hutt's parties could be. But it didn't deter Mara in the least as she approached the winding staircase, following the Weequay acting as the representative for her fake slaving conglomerate.

The assassin mentally prepared herself for what she knew would be one of the more demanding missions that her master had charged her with carrying out. Mara had spent many years under the tutelage of Darth Sidious, eagerly absorbing every ability and dark piece of knowledge he chose to impart upon her, utilising his teachings to serve him to the best of her abilities. Through sheer determination and her cold, calculating approach to her missions, Mara had managed to break through the role of being just a mere apprentice, earning the title 'The Emperor's Hand', recognised as an enforcer equal to Darth Vader himself.

Her fierce loyalty to the Emperor resulted in her master granting her far more freedom than most members ...