Hutt Ziro

"731, Hutt Ziro"

"I understand, I understand!" Nute Gunray nodded like a pecking chicken. "Lord Sidious gave me the same instructions!"

"No, you don't understand." Darth Malthael said coldly, "Whether this war is won matters greatly to you, but not nearly as much to Darth Sidious. So, for the sake of your miserable life, you must win this war! Play your part properly, and don't let something like that idiot happen again!"

"I... I will! I definitely will!" Nute Gunray hurriedly said.

"Hehehehe..." Darth Malthael sneered and cut off the transmission.

An alarm sounded from the Omni-tool on his wrist. It was an alert from the radar aboard his new fighter—the Republic reinforcements had arrived.

This was, after all, still within Galactic Republic-controlled territory. He had openly attacked a Republic outpost and directly killed an important prisoner; they were bound to go berserk.

Even Darth Malthael did not dare remain here for too long.

The red robot shot into the air, completing its transformation in midair and becoming that short, stout fighter once again. Accelerating to maximum speed, it swiftly vanished into the vastness of space.

Hutt Ziro Desilijic Tiure had not been having a good time lately. No—rather, her life had been exceedingly, exceptionally miserable ever since ten years ago.

She was the younger sibling of Hutt Zorba Desilijic Tiure, and thus the aunt of Jabba Desilijic Tiure. However, Hutts were hermaphroditic and could appear as either sex if they wished. Ziro adored extravagance and vanity, so she more often appeared in female form.

Yet although she was Zorba's sibling and an elder of the Desilijic kajidic, once the most powerful and prosperous Hutt family, she had never been well regarded.

Within the family, Zorba had initially monopolized power. Later, after Zorba proved himself incompetent and foolish, the