Parting Ways

Parting Ways

Watching the smug Zorba Desilijic, Giliac immediately gritted his teeth. "Do you think everything is over just because you killed Alok Besadi? You have no idea why I joined forces with Alok!!"

"I don't want to hear your grand theories, Giliac. No matter what, an alliance with the Besadi kajidic—and trading my son Jabba for Tatooine—are absolutely impossible!" Zorba said as he crawled toward the central seat of the council chamber.

"What are you doing, Zorba?!" Giliac was shoved aside by Zorba's massive body and immediately flew into a rage.

"I am the patriarch of the Desilijic kajidic. You should move aside." Zorba kept pushing as he spoke. The two enormous Hutts squeezed together like two writhing mountains of flesh.

"I've been leading the kajidic forward these past few years!" Giliac refused to give an inch.

"Thank you for your efforts, acting patriarch. Now that I have returned, bearing the glory of killing Alok, you may leave," Zorba said.

Giliac ultimately did not dare resort to violence. Forced aside by Zorba, he said furiously, "You know nothing at all!! My temporary alliance with Alok was only to prevent the Sith from infiltrating us Hutts!"

"What Sith? I don't care," Zorba said dismissively.

"The serial killings on Nal Hutta several years ago—did you think they were the work of Jedi Knights? No! They were remnants of the ancient Sith Empire, Sith Lords! Even I nearly died at their hands!" Giliac roared. "They began infiltrating us Hutts through Gaddula long ago!"

"You can't even handle your own affairs, yet you worry about that? Even if Sith Lords really came, they could only work for us in Hutt Space! Even the Galactic Republic dares not provoke us. What could a handful of Sith Lords possibly do?" Zorba said disdainfully.

"Exactly. So