07-13-2018, 06:46 PM
Jorax the Hutt watches as the slug girl lays his daughter down carefully. His expression does not change; it is one of quiet disapproval.
"This is no longer your world, Melk," Jorax says in his slimy voice, though with a certain tenderness. "Our kind have survived in this world by imposing order. We have survived by creating laws for ourselves. When we break these rules, we endanger not just ourselves, but the very survival of our empire. I have been watching you, Melk. I have seen you in my garden, enjoying my daughters' company. If you are to live in our world, then you too will obey our laws-"
Jorax's body compresses itself down disgustingly, and then extends suddenly, launching his massive bulk towards Melk. His electrical whip is crackling in his hand.
"-Or you will die!"
"This is no longer your world, Melk," Jorax says in his slimy voice, though with a certain tenderness. "Our kind have survived in this world by imposing order. We have survived by creating laws for ourselves. When we break these rules, we endanger not just ourselves, but the very survival of our empire. I have been watching you, Melk. I have seen you in my garden, enjoying my daughters' company. If you are to live in our world, then you too will obey our laws-"
Jorax's body compresses itself down disgustingly, and then extends suddenly, launching his massive bulk towards Melk. His electrical whip is crackling in his hand.
"-Or you will die!"