Plurga the Hutt looked down upon Klatooine from the observation deck of his personal yacht, a heavily modified Ubrikkian Minstrel-class space yacht. It was a large ship for just a yacht though then again it only made sense that a Hutt would have something like that, especially one modified with military grade turbolasers and a hanger bay for fighters. Plurga had been keeping his movements quiet as of recently, fuming over the establishment of OverSector Outer in Hutt Space. He wanted the Empire to go away but he knew very well that wasn't all that possible yet at the same time it could be done if he could make a certain number of species uphold their end of the Treaty of Vontor. The ancient treaty had been signed ages ago pledging the servitude of the Vodrans, Nikto, and Klatooinians to the Hutts forever.

It's about time I reforged those chains of servitude, the little wretches have been allowed too much freedom as of recently.

"My lord, the Klatooinians have cleared us to land on the outskirts of their no technology zone," came the voice of Rec Devona, the yacht's captain.

Yes, they'd like me to honor their customs, wouldn't they... However, if I recall correctly a good number of Klatooinians still consider us to be gods. Perhaps its time to restore the faith...

Plurga gave a booming laugh at his own thoughts.

"Captain, Land the ship inside the no tech zone. If they object, tell them that I, an Ancient, commanded it."

"Of course, my lord," Devona replied, a rather amused tone in his own voice.

Plurga watched the yacht angle and begin to descend towards the no technology zone that existed one kilometer around the Fountain of Hutt Ancients, that named changed long ago out of the Klatooinian devotion to the Hutts as the Ancients of the religion. Plurga relished the thougt of being considered a god as he could very well be on in some manners. Sure he had no vast mystical power but he controlled the lives or deaths of an untold number of individuals. If that wasn't godhood, he didn't know what was considering he'd been ruthlessly enforcing the will of the Hutt Grand Council since his ascension to lead it with the destruction of his Besadii competition. However, a price had come with that success for Plurga himself was a slave to the will of the Union and its mysterious Chairman. For all intents and purposes the Union's influence was practically invisible since only a few others knew of the Union's control besides Plurga himself.

Once I rebuild Hutt Space, we'll see about renegotiating my position in the Union...

Plurga grunted a bit at that thought because even he knew not to do something stupid like trying to leave. He was sure he'd die a grusome death if he tried that because the Union had made it very clear from the start that membership was lifelong, quite literally. The moment someone tried to leave they would be hunted down and executed and in Plurga's line of work there were far too many possibilities for something as hidden and sinister as the Union to not be able to find a way to get at him. Fortunately, the Union also preferred to grant autonomy to all of its little puppets, even going out of the way at times to aid them in the business ventures since their success meant the Union's success. As such, several operatives had been quietly slipped onto Klatooine to provide their own special kind of aid to the reassertion of the treaty.

The stupid little creatures won't even realize the situation they're going to be put in before its too late, and by then it won't matter anymore. They'll all be slaves again, servants of the Hutts whom I may very well need in bringing the Nikto and Vodran back into the fold as well...

He watched the sky change from the blackness of space to a dusty blue as the yacht finally began to descend through the atmosphere of the desert planet. He then pulled up data on a nearby display screen on the Council of Elders, the leadership of the Klatooine people at least since as of late there had been a number of internal problems on the planet consisting primarily of rebels opposed to the religion which raised the Hutts to godlike status. The Elders had been doing what they could to combat the problem yet they were proving ineffective and that was hurting the flow of Klatooinians from the planet to be used as slaves and mercenaries. That irritated Plurga to no end since it was that mysticism which had helped to keep the Klatoonians in line and unquestioning for so long.

I'll have to see about reestablishing it, if anything else by wiping out the leadership of the little resistance movement. I'm not leaving this wretched dustball until its once again firmly under Hutt control, a stepping stone to asserting Desilijic control over all of Hutt space. First the slaves, then the rest, and finally I'll find some way to rip Oversector Outer from the grip of those irritating Imperials...

The hum or repulsor lifts informed Plurga they were preparing to land even before Captain Devona made an attempt to inform him.

"My lord, I'm afraid the Klatooinians are rather upset about us landing so close to the Fountain. I'll inform Graq to prepare a large detail of bodyguards just in case."

"Good, now get my repulsor sled ready, I'm not going to slither around on this disgusting dustball."

"At once, my lord."

Devona cut the channel as he set out to make his own preparations while Plurga moved over to a table sporting a vast number of foods being laid out by servants. He reached out, snatching a small, live monkey-like creature from a cage on the table and stuffed the screaming beast into his wide mouth, swallowing it down. He hated negotiating on an empty stomach.

The sands whirled around the blood red yacht as it descended from the skies of Klatooine, quite a sight to the many gathering Klatooinians considering that it was landing within the no technology zone. No one had ever been willing or bold enough to do it before simply because the last individuals who had done so and stepped out of their ship had been slaughtered by the locals for their severe insentivity to the religious practices and reverence for age. This time the Klatooinians where getting ready to throw themselves at the insolent off-worlders, watching the ships wide boarding ramp lower. The hatch then slid open as the repulsorlift engines died. The locals glared up at the shape emerging from within the ship and then their eyes widened slightly before many dropped to their knees in worship.

Plurga the Hutt looked over the vast mob that had come with the intent of slaughter now humbled in the presence of one they thought to be a god. Klatooine's most enforced religious principal was that of reverence for age and Hutts were perhaps the most ancient species the Klatooinians had encountered and willingly enslaved themselves to the will of the Hutts. Plurga himself, while somewhat young was still far older than probably even any member of the Klatooinian Council of Elders which tried to rule the world. Even now he could here muttered prayers, begging for forgiveness for what seemed like them almost about to attack an Ancient.

Oh yes, I think I shall enjoy this world, for a little while anyways. It will make a fine start to bringing the others back under the treaty once I convince the Elders to completely sign over the world to the Desilijic Kadijic...

Plurga's wide mouth formed into a smirk as he hit the controls on his repulsor sled, letting the vehicle glide down the ramp with a large contingent of bodyguards walking on either side of him, sporting a variety of weapons to defend their paymaster. That was the thing that Plurga loved about credits, for the right amount, you could make someone throw their life away for you. Pretty soon he'd have lackey's who'd do it just because they thought he was a god.

Note to self, hire detachment of Klatooinians as personal bodyguards...

Plurga gave a deep, booming laugh that Hutts were known for and raised his arms as he spoke.

"Behold, I am Plurga. A Hutt Ancient!"

Many Klatooinians lowered themselves further to the ground, prostrating before the large Hutt. Plurga noticed however that there were those further in the back that were not doing so. The stood, almost to the point of defiance rather than uncertainty.

Ahhhhh, the rebellious new generation....

"Graq," Plurga barked rather sharply.

A dead silence fell over the crowd as they heard the Hutt. A large, heavily built Transdoshan stepped forward. He wore black and red armor which only made him more imposing considering he carried a pair of blaster pistols in hip holsters combined a bandolier of lethal looking grenades and small vibroblades. Graq was Plurga's chief guard and prided himself on the job, being mean and nasty while at the same time dangerously clever and paranoid.

"Yes, Lord Plurga?"

"Do you see those in the back not bowing?"

"Yes Lord."

"Fix that."

There was a low swish of metal against leather as Graq suddenly pulled his pistols out and proceeded to gun down any of the Klatooinians who hadn't been bowing or prostrate. Very soon they were all on the ground as well, smoking holes riddling their corpses. The many survivors looked back in shock and quickly threw themselves to the ground, begging for mercy. Plurga just chuckled again and then slid his sled forward towards a tall building, obviously the Hall of Elders, where the Council would be waiting for him.

"Excellent job, Graq," Plurga said with amusement as he looked aside at his guard captain.

"I live to serve, my lord," Graq said with his own cruel smile.

Employing the psychotic always seems like a mistake at first until one comes to apprecitate their strive for perfection in their killing of others...

Plurga continued his advance, the crowds quickly moving out of his way, some even heading away to spread word that an Ancient had not only arrived but had smited a number of unfaithful who had tried to show their defiance to him. Plurga hoped their deaths would get the message across well enough. If they were going to treat him as a god, they had better get with the program or become target practice for his lethal squads of mercenaries that were surrounding him rather protectively right now. The procession took a little bit but soon enough Plurga was gliding through the torch-lit halls of the main building, being guided by some babbling imbecile to the chambers of the Council of Elders where they were waiting for their soon to be new overlord. Plurga very soon glided into the circular chamber lit by torches and fire pits. His orange eyes swept across the Elders who bowed their heads towards him.

"We welcome you, mighty Plurga. We did not expect your arrival to be so... prudent considering you only recently extended aid to us, Ancient," spoke the most elderly of the lot which likely meant he was the leader.

"One must move quickly at times to secure a dangerous situation. Those rebellious youths were a demonstration of that to me. Your people are losing faith," Plurga rumbled in rather dangerous tones.

"We've tried again and again to get them to embrace to true path, but there are foreign influences. Those who've lived off-world come back with strange ideas and concepts... such as democracy and freedom."

Plurga made a disgusted noise and slammed his large fist into one of his sled's armrests. He hated those stupid concepts more than anyone because they caused grossly expensive slave revolts which cost him money. He had no qualms about butchering rebelling slaves, the only real pain was paying for their replacements.

The day shall come when Hutt Space won't be afflicted by these stupid ideals and the Kadijics will reign supreme again...

"They must be destroyed!" Plurga bellowed, his large form almost swelling with rage.

"We have tried, Ancient, but they act in cells, are careful not to be caught so easy. We are having difficulties locating and removing them all. They are like a disease..."

Plurga's rage melted into devious pleasure as he heard this. He had in fact already known about the situation and that was why Union operatives had been dispatched early before his arrival. Several weeks earlier. They were Klatooinians who had been captured and turned into sleeper agents by the Union's chief scientist Doctor Mengax, the Union's unethically inclined scientific and medical genius.

"Now that I have arrived, there shall be a great purge and great rejoicing for I also know there is famine on this world. Many of your crops have rotted away..."

The Elders muttered amongst themselves in surprise that Plurga knew this but then bowed their head in respect again as the chief Elder spoke again.

"Yes, Ancient, we are suffering shortages... Many will die soon if we do not bring them food."

Of course they will, why do you think I had my agents plant the necessary bacteria to cause the massive blighting of your crops in the first place...

"Fear not, for I shall use my immense wealth to provide your people with food in their time of need. That is, as long as they prove faithful," Plurga replied slyly with a chuckle.

"We shall obey you, great Plurga. But please hurry, even now our stocks dwindle, putting us all on the edge of starvation and little trade happens now with Imperial presence that had asserted itself along the routes. Smugglers are refusing to supply us."

Actually its because I threatened to space every last one of them if they told you I was the one who ordered them to cut you off. Nice move on their part blaming the cumbersome Imperials though...

"I shall do what I can to aid those faithful and purge those who follow the false ideals. The old ways shall remain. The Hutt Ancients shall protect and aid Klatooine."

The Elders gave full bows now and Plurga simply sat back with a satified grin as he did. He had their leaders eating out of the palm of his hand and very soon, the entire planet would be as well. Any resistance movement would be crushed in the surge of popularity that he would build for the Hutts by providing aid to the disasters he had carefully engineered from behind the scenes. Now all he needed was to give the orders and start the real fun.