PFC Chapter 749 Jabba's Palace
Chapter 749 Jabba's Palace
Chapter 749 Jabba's Palace
Tatooine, North Dune Sea.
A winding, dusty road ascends to a bend in a rocky canyon, leading to a solitary, colossal building in the desert wasteland. Here stands the palace of Jabba the Hutt—a cluster of mushroom-shaped buildings of varying sizes, cast from sandblasted metal and pitted rock.
The fortress is said to have a very long history, originally built by a mysterious religious group called the "Buoma Monks." Later, it was captured by the pirate Al-Hara, who added communication towers, battlements, and dungeons. Jabba is the fortress's latest owner, and he added many more defensive features.
Fu Qinghai and Xierli rode their Lank beasts slowly along the winding and rugged dirt road. They looked up at the cylindrical fortress that resembled a Hakka earthen building. The midday sun was blazing, and he saw a faint flash of light on the top of the spire. Fu Qinghai knew that someone was secretly observing them with a scope.
Fu Qinghai didn't take it seriously and continued riding Rank. The two arrived at the unremarkable gate of the palace. An electronic eyeball emerged from a hole in the wall, emitting a red light that swept over Fu Qinghai, Sirri, and the Rank beasts they were riding. A rough, mechanical voice sounded:
"What are you doing?"
"We have come to see Lord Jabba."
Fu Qinghai spoke from his superior position:
"Take what he wants."
"Rumble, rumble..."
With the dull creak of hinges and gears turning, the door slowly opened, revealing a pale-skinned, protruding-foreheaded male Tirek standing behind it. He wore a magnificent blue and black robe, and two large, fleshy tentacles draped over his shoulders. He spoke in a hypocritical and exaggeratedly enthusiastic tone:
"Welcome, welcome both of you!"
Then he turned his gaze to the giant beast beneath them, clutching his chest with both hands in a terrified expression:
"Wow, that's terrifying. It's hard to imagine what kind of warrior could make such a horrifying beast obey."
Bill Fortuna, Jabba's butler.
Fu Qinghai recognized this person; he had a significant role in the Star Wars sequel movies. He was a cunning and treacherous individual, ostensibly the head and second-in-command of Jabba's criminal organization, but secretly plotting his own schemes.
After Jabba was strangled to death by Leia, this Tyrek man narrowly escaped. After the Galactic Civil War ended, he seized the leadership of Jabba's criminal organization, only to be shot dead by Boba Fett when he came knocking on his door.
The above plot is from the sequel film Star Wars: Return of the Jedi and the TV series Boba Fett's Book.
"Please lead the way, Grand Steward Fortuna."
Fu Qinghai waved his hand and spoke.
The Tirek man was slightly taken aback, not understanding why this man knew his name, but he quickly concealed it, turned around, raised his hand to signal, and led the two into the depths of the passage.
Fu Qinghai and Xierli jumped off the back of the Lank Beast together. The two followed Fortuna through the gate, with the Lank Beast following behind them. They walked along a wide and huge corridor toward the increasingly noisy den of thieves.
The surrounding environment became cold and damp.
"How should I address you both?"
Bill Fortuna turned around and asked.
"Green Mountain."
“Silly”.
"Okay, please come in."
The Tirek steward raised his hand in greeting.
They entered the palace hall and looked up to see the Hutts, who were as fat as giant worms. Jabba lay lazily on a huge platform, squinting one eye while his other dull amber eye was half-open, silently watching the diverse crowd before him.
Jabba held a thin brass mouthpiece between his fingers, with a rubber tube connected to a bubbling hookah. After taking a deep drag, he exhaled a wisp of white smoke. With his other hand, he picked up a lively Gog frog from the basin and swallowed it whole into its toothless mouth.
In front of him were three scantily clad Tirek dancers, dancing gracefully to the music.
This fat worm certainly knows how to enjoy life.
Seeing this scene, Fu Qinghai thought to himself:
Enjoying sashimi while smoking hookah is incredibly pleasant.
The arrival of the Lank Beast caused a commotion in the hall. The cheerful music stopped abruptly, and the various foreigners who had been eating, drinking, chatting and laughing in front of Jabba's throne dispersed to make way for the ferocious beast that was more than ten meters tall.
The Hutt opened his half-closed eyes.
"Let me introduce you to my esteemed master."
Fortuna stepped forward and bowed deeply:
"The two warriors have brought the giant beast you requested."
"I saw the bounty posted by the Bounty Hunters Guild."
Fu Qinghai looked at Jia Ba and spoke calmly.
"Well……"
The Hutt scratched his fat chin:
"That's right, that was the bounty I posted."
“I want to give you the bounty, but what I want is a ferocious beast, the kind that makes people afraid at first sight, not a domesticated animal that has lost its temper.”
Jabba spread his hands and said helplessly.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
The surrounding bandits burst into laughter, looking at Fu Qinghai and Sirli with provocative and contemptuous eyes, whispering among themselves. Fu Qinghai couldn't understand the Hutt language they were speaking, but he guessed it wasn't anything nice.
No, what do you mean?
Fu Qinghai was somewhat taken aback.
They actually called this Ranke a tamed beast?
Fu Qinghai turned around and approached the Lank Beast, using soul communication to convey his command by pressing his hand against the side of the giant beast's face.
The next second, the quiet Rank Beast suddenly let out a deafening roar that made the ears of those around it ring. Then it swung its paw and grabbed the nearest gangster, shoving him into its gaping maw.
"Ahhh, help me!"
The alien gunman screamed and struggled desperately. He drew his blaster pistol from his waist and frantically pulled the trigger at Rank's face. However, the blast beam hit Rank's skin without leaving a mark or even breaking the skin.
"Click... click..."
The gunman's screams abruptly ceased as the Rank beast's massive jaws, filled with sharp teeth, crushed the alien like a hydraulic press. Blood splattered between the beast's teeth and dripped down its jaws. The eerie cracking sounds of bones breaking sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.
The Rank Beast chewed up a person in just two bites.
It was as easy as Jabba eating Gog frog.
The people around him scrambled back, retreating a full three meters before they remembered to draw their weapons and aim them at the giant beast. In an instant, the Rank Beast standing in the center of the hall was surrounded by countless dark gun barrels.
"Hohohogagagaga..."
Jabba let out a low, rumbling laugh:
“Very good, very good, this is the Rank I want.”
Jabba waved to Fortuna, and the Tirek steward understood, immediately turning and heading to another room. Before long, he returned, pushing a small cart into the hall. Fortuna uncovered the black velvet cloth covering the cart, revealing six thousand credits neatly stacked beneath it.
"Your bounty."
Jabba raised a hand in a gesture.
Fu Qinghai came to the cart, and amidst the envious glances of those around him, he wrapped five thousand of the six thousand credits in velvet cloth, leaving only one thousand credits in their original place. He then pushed this tall stack of coins toward Jaba.
"I also have a small request."
Fu Qinghai looked at the Hutt people and said.
Jabba glanced at the stack of credits, realizing this might be a serious matter, and cautiously began to speak:
"What request?"
"I want my own chaincode, or rather, a legitimate identity that allows me to operate within the core world."
Fu Qinghai made his request.
"Oh?"
Jabba was visibly surprised by the request. He turned to look at the people around him, and then said:
"To be honest, if you want weapons, spices, or smuggling ships that can evade imperial inspections, I can get them for you as long as you can afford the price. But if you want chain codes... forgive my bluntness, but nobody in the outer ring area needs this stuff, and we don't have any business in counterfeiting chain codes."
"And you may not know this, but the chaincode is issued by the Imperial Security Bureau. If you want to get a new chaincode, you should actually go to Coruscant and ask the underground gangs there for help."
Jabba spread his hands and said.
The Imperial Security Bureau (ISB) is the Imperial Security Bureau.
Fu Qinghai frowned slightly upon hearing this.
He hadn't expected that creating a chaincode would be so complicated.
"but……"
Jabba suddenly changed the subject, forcefully moving his bulky body closer and placing his hand on the credit points:
"If you need it urgently, I also know a guy who can help you get legal status in the Empire."
A single message costs a thousand credits?
Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and looked at Jaba.
I thought to myself, this fat worm is really greedy.
……
Fu Qinghai and Sirli left Jaba Palace.
Bill Fortuna personally drove a landship to take Fu Qinghai and Siri back to Mossley.
Before parting ways, the Tirek steward quietly slipped a note to Fu Qinghai and whispered:
“This is my personal contact information. If you need it, you can go to Mossley to find this person.”
After he finished speaking, he winked at Fu Qinghai.
Then they turned the landboat around and left.
What does this guy mean?
Fu Qinghai looked down at the note in his hand.
It has an address and a name written on it.
“This might be Jabba testing us.”
Siri stared at Fortuna's retreating figure and said in a deep voice.
"It's not that complicated."
Fu Qinghai thought for a moment and put the note in his pocket.
……
Fu Qinghai and Sirli returned to berth 46. Sure enough, after one night, almost all the facilities in the circular hangar had been moved out. The Wotu people moved quickly, and the bloodstains on the ground were cleaned up.
The shipyard owner is dead, and Fu Qinghai is the prime suspect because the interstellar control tower assigned his ship to berth number 46. However, given the chaotic management and inefficiency of Tatooine customs officials, it's estimated that by the time they discover the shipyard owner's disappearance, Fu Qinghai and Sylvie will have already left.
Wotu had almost emptied the hangar, but the YU-410 light cargo ship, moored in the center of the hangar, remained completely untouched and intact. Fu Qinghai carefully inspected it and found that the spaceship had not lost any parts, and even the fuel in the fuel tanks was intact.
It seems this guy knows very well.
Who you can mess with and who you can't.
"The customs officials in Mossley City probably haven't discovered that the shipyard owner is dead yet. You should leave now."
Fu Qinghai handed the five thousand credits wrapped in the velvet bag to Sirri and gestured for the woman to board the ship.
"You've given me all the money, so what are you going to do with it?"
Sylvie took the cloth bag, bewildered.
"This amount of money is too little; it's useless to me."
Fu Qinghai waved his hand dismissively.
For most reincarnators, assimilation points are the only hard currency, and the local currencies in each reincarnation world are almost meaningless, whether it's the US dollar or gold. However, this depends on the situation. In sci-fi reincarnation worlds like the Star Wars canon universe, credits can be used to purchase all sorts of sci-fi weapons, equipment, and spaceships, including various robots. If these items can be assimilated and brought to other reincarnation worlds, then the local currency becomes meaningful.
Is 5,000 credits a lot? Not a small amount.
However, for what Fu Qinghai was about to do—overthrow the empire—this amount of money was really insufficient. He could buy anything with 5,000 credits by robbing, and he couldn't rob anything that couldn't be bought with 5,000 credits, so this sum of money was practically useless to Fu Qinghai.
Rebellion is a huge undertaking that costs a fortune.
For example, an Incom T65B X-wing fighter costs 150,000 credits, and even a used one costs 65,000 credits. A Moncalamari MC75 Starcruiser costs 88 million credits, and that depends on whether those fishheads are willing to sell it to you.
Mon Mosma, the leader of the rebel army, secretly supported various resistance organizations while serving as an Imperial Councilor. She constantly transferred tens of millions of credits from her own Chandela Royal Account and had to find a trustworthy banker to help her with the accounting. She had to use pretexts such as charitable donations and investment losses to evade the audit of the Imperial Security Bureau and give the money to the rebel organizations in various places.
Aren't you coming with me?
Siri hugged Fu Qinghai's neck and asked softly.
"I have some things to take care of here."
Fu Qinghai lowered his head and kissed Sirri, saying...
"Is it related to those two people in the tavern?"
Sylvie keenly noticed:
"The two people you marked with bloodstains."
"Yes."
Fu Qinghai nodded.
"Do it with me again."
Sylvie pressed on relentlessly, her lips raining down on Fu Qinghai's face and neck.
……
With no other option, Fu Qinghai and Siri had sex again inside the spaceship, which then reactivated the shut-down BD-257. The B1 robot piloted the spaceship and quickly took off, leaving Tatooine.
Fu Qinghai stood in the center of the open space in the circular shipyard.
I looked up and watched the light cargo ship disappear from sight.
Next, he needed to check on the situation of the two reincarnators. Fu Qinghai turned his gaze away and walked towards the ship's hangar, where his powered armor stood, all the armor plates already activated.
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