Star Wars: Imagines

The Hutt (Anakin Skywalker)

She quickly rushed away from the temple. No one, except for Master Plo noticed her leave, but all he did was bow in greeting to the younger Master. Altheria was grateful that Plo Koon minded his own business— she always liked him more than anyone on the Council, besides Obi-Wan.

Tonight, Coruscant was dank and cold. A rough and crisp breeze flooded through all nooks and crannies of the city planet, and Altheria couldn't help but shiver. Her robes weren't the thickest in the Order, and it times like this, she regretted choosing a thinner material.
Altheria made her way quickly through the underground's of Coruscant. There were many shady creatures of all shapes, sizes, and species that passed her, yet none of them even batted an eye at Altheria. The Jedi didn't care— they weren't who she was looking for. All she knew was her target was a Hutt, and none of these creatures were anything close to a Hutt.

At this point, Altheria was relying on her instincts and instincts only. She rarely came to this part of Coruscant, and neither did her comrades— this part of the planet was strictly the Clones of the Coruscant Guard. The Jedi only came down here if dirty business beyond the powers of the Clones was happening, and when that happened, the troublemaker would regret it.

"Hey, sweetheart!" a voice from behind Altheria called out. Immediately the woman rolled her eyes, and with her right hand, grabbed her lightsaber which was safely fastened to her belt, "What's a flower like yourself doing all alone in a place like this?"

It was an ugly Trandoshan man with an intimidating grin on his reptilian face,
"Don't worry about a little flower like me," Altheria replied, "I am capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be down here."

"You don't look like you could back that claim up," the Trandoshan responded while pocketing a blaster from his belt, "Either you give me all of your belongings on your body, or I kill you. It's as easy as that, sweetheart."

Altheria couldn't help but laugh out loud at the lizard's threat. She turned around and began walking away: her hand still tightly wrapped around her lightsaber. She then felt a clammy hand clamp over her shoulder and twist her back in the original direction, "I don't make threats lightly— empty your pockets."

Altheria sighed. Time seemed to move in slow motion at this point. There were three ways this could go— number one, she could expose her Jedi status by unsheathing her lightsaber as an intimidation factor. She could also choke the Trandoshan to make a point. Or, she could do as he asked. Altheria wasn't inclined to do that.
She unsheathed her grey lightsaber and brandished it; the Trandoshan letting go immediately, "Back off, I'm not playing around."

The lizard ran off out of fear; regretting that he had picked a fight with a Jedi. A few passerby stared, but only for a moment. No one seemed surprised— they were on Coruscant after all. This is where the Jedi made their home.

The force lead the Jedi down further, and eventually to a bar. It looked pretty packed with the flashing lights and bumpy music, but felt empty through the force. Was the fullness of the bar just a façade? To keep Coruscant Guard away?
Altheria crept through the door and attached herself to the shadow on the walls. There he was— the Hutt. Surprising enough to Altheria, he was speaking in basic... to Count Dooku.

The Count was a bluish haze. It was a hologram that Altheria had intercepted,
"Do not worry, Count!" the Hutt claimed confidently, "Ziro the Hutt will not let you down. I have captured Jabba's son and framed it to where the Jedi look at fault. You are in the clear!"