Don-de-Lion

"The Empire has no power out here," growled Joska as he raised his blaster rifle to bear on the second stormtrooper.
"W-wait, this is a big misunderstanding." The stormtrooper took a few steps backwards, half to get the smell of his comrade's burning corpse out of his nose. A smell that pierced through the full-body suit that protected him from the harsh climate of Tatooine. He dropped his E-11, hoping that would inspire mercy in the Cathar bodyguard and his Hutt master.

Bowwa the Hutt simply laughed, taking a long drag on his pipe. With a heave of his immense chest, he slid a little closer to the edge of his platform, staring wide-eyed at the stormtrooper. "The Moff shuts down my spice operation, and then he arrests everyone at my casino. Misunderstanding? Ho ho ho, I think not." Those huge red eyes drifted lazily across to Joska, who met his employer's gaze with a sharp-toothed smirk. The corners of the Hutt's mouth curled up into what counted as a smile.

"Blast him."

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Had a bit of an old comics binge when I made this. Thanks to ~Nenetl and ~Sarussan for help with bits and bobs on this.