Author: Findswoman Title: Righteous Indignation of a Hutt Betrayed Era: Saga—PT (if I absolutely had to guess) Characters: OCs: Bonvika the Hutt, Shorgo the Hutt, and others Genre: One-shot with some drama and some humor Summary: No one, but no one crosses Great Bonvika the Hutt... Notes: For the OC Revolution Fall 2020 Challenge: First Line Edition, devised by @Kit' . My first line was #1 in her list: “He didn’t understand what he’d done to her, but he would by the time she was finished.” I had an inkling of an idea involving my marvelous Hutt OC, Great Bonvika (for more stories that feature her, see the end notes), and just sort of pantsed it from there—so here goes! As always, I thank the lovely @Raissa Baiard for beta reading. He didn’t understand what he’d done to her, but he would by the time she was finished. It was a matter of trust betrayed—there simply was no other way to put it. No matter that Shorgo Flipstikkillac Jijuga was the grand lorda of Flipstikkillac kajidic and de-facto overlord of all black-market commerce along the Nimstockian Hyperspace Route. He was about to learn that nobody, but nobody crossed Bonvika Deseradii Feolla—Great Bonvika the Hutt. “Well now, Bonvika, this is... quite a... pleasant surprise.” Shorgo shifted apprehensively as his visitor’s lushly cushioned hover-dais hove forward. “Shorgo, Shorgo, Shorgo, spare the pleasantries.” Bonvika waved a short, stubby, and immaculately manicured hand. “I have not come here to banter with you.” “Ah ha ha, my dear lady.” Shorgo tried to sound as casual as he could while trembling inwardly—as almost everyone did when faced with the wrath of Great Bonvika. “There was a time when—” “Things are different now,” Bonvika answered curtly. “But I know one thing that has not changed. And that is”—here both she and her dais both lunged forward into Shorgo’s personal space—“that you are a treacherous, perfidious scoundrel who gets a lady’s hopes up and crushes them to bits in the maw of your bottomless, baseless, and ABSOLUTELY HEARTLESS GREED AND AMBITION!” All around the audience chamber, assorted henchbeings, minions, and courtiers reacted with genuine terror. Some gasped, some shuddered, some shifted uneasily, and others found excuses to leave the room altogether. Even Shorgo himself seemed more than a little nonplussed. At last he spoke. “Pray tell me what this is about, Bonvika. It is considered good business protocol, you know.” “As though a lowdown lout like you ever cared about good business protocol,” came the icy retort. “But very well. I shall tell you what this is about. This is about a dastardly bait and switch—” “Bait and switch? Ah, heh heh, certainly there must be some misunderstanding—” “—a dastardly bait and switch”—Bonvika continued, unfazed—“that not only humiliated me before the entire governing body of the syndicate and the lordas of three kajidics—” “N-now, now, certainly you exaggerate—” “—but also made Grand Duchess Peascodd swear in a huff that she would never do business with me again—” “Wait—P-Peascodd?” Shorgo was quivering now. “—because I had made her the laughingstock of the entire Intergalactic Society of Plangonologists!” Plangonologists?! A new flash of terror shot through Shorgo as he began to understand. He glanced nervously around, as if to make absolutely certain that most or all of the henchbeings, minions, and courtiers had cleared out of the room. When he addressed Bonvika again, it was in quavering tones. “N-now l-look here, B-Bonvika... I gave y-you the, er, sh-shipment, ex-exactly as p-p-promised...” “Yes, you did.” The words were curt and clipped. “And it was full of Cantonica Nights Spacer Sally!” Shorgo gasped. Oh poodoo… “C-Cantonica Nights S-Spacer S-S-Sally?!” “Yes, you heard me! Twelve hundred boxes of Cantonica Nights Spacer Sally! Not a single Glamor Glitter Meetra to be found!” Oh poodoo, poodoo, poodoo. “Y-you are absolutely, p-positively—” “Yes, completely certain. I even remember the storage bay number. It was thirty-six.” “Thirty… s-six?” Oh poodoo, poodoo, poodoo, poodoo, POODOO. “J-just one m-m-moment…” stammered Shorgo, then cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed in the direction of one of the side doors, “Athblad!” “Yes, Y’r Vastness?” A portly, middle-aged male Togruta came bustling up. He wore garish blue dungarees with gold trim, suspenders, and a plain white tesh-tunic, and he carried a large datapad. “Contents log for storage bay thirty-six, beginning 4.1.933!” “Right away, Y’r Vastness.” The Togruta’s montrals twitched as he began tapping busily on his datapad for several moments. “Here we go. Storage bay thirty-six. 4.1.933 through 7.8.933: vacant. 7.8.933: twelve cases of Le’Ttam Cantonica Nights Spacer Sally doll with accessories, at one hundred units each—” “Is this really necessary, Shorgo?” Bonvika cut in. “J-just let him finish, all-all right?” “Y’r Vastness…?” “It’s okay, Athblad, it’s okay, it’s okay. Proceed.” “Arright, where was I… ah. Twelve cases of Le’Ttam Cantonica Nights Spacer Sally doll with accessories, delivered by heavy freighter Intership Galactica Aurek-Five. 9.11.933: contents transferred to scout vessel Rose Evergreen, agent of Bonvika Deseradii Feolla of Gebroila, Nal Hutta. 9.12.933 through 10.18.933: vacant. 10.18.933: nineteen pallets of Korrfun’s All-Star Salky Kibble delivered by cargo vessel Rusty Hinge, agent of—” “That’s enough that’s enough that’s enough!” bleated Shorgo. “Er… um… now run a search of all current contents logs! Search terms ‘Glitter’ plus ‘Glamor’ plus ‘Meetra’!” “Yes, Y’r Vastness. Glitter… Glamor… Meetra.” Again Athblad tapped on the datapad. “All right, here we are. Twelve cases, at one hundred units each, of CoCoToys Deluxe Edition Glamor Glitter Meetra. Storage bay sixty-three. ” Sixty-three. Not thirty-six, but sixty-karking-three. Heaving a long sigh, partly of relief and partly of regret, Shorgo buried as much of his spacious face in his hand as he could. “Bonvika, I am so sorry. I am so very sorry. This was a miserable, embarrassing error on my part and I really and truly am so, so, so—” “Shorgo, Shorgo, Shorgo. Dahling. Enough. Do you want to make things right?” “Yes. Yes, Bonvika.” He looked up suddenly and clasped his hands in a supplicative gesture. “With all my heart.” “Well, then.” She leaned closer to him. “You will get on the comm with Grand Duchess Peascodd right now, right here, in my presence, and explain everything.” “Y-yes, I shall.” “Everything. Leave nothing out. Understand?” “Y-y-yes, understood.” “And while you do that, please have your manservant here”—she gestured grandiosely toward Athblad—“contact the kitchen and have them prepare us one of those mahvelously scrumptious Lebnan platters for which your banquet table has become so well renowned throughout Hutt Space.” “Athblad!” Shorgo bellowed again. “Yes, Y’r Vastness?” “You heard her. Super deluxe platter number eleven. With extra Bababbb-harvested ghanuj.” “Coming right up, Y’r Vastness.” As Athblad popped off through a side door, Shorgo punched some buttons on the comm console beside his dais. Presently the blue-white hologram of a stern-faced, older female Geonosian materialized above it and scowled, “Good afternoon?” And Bonvika Deseradii Feolla—Great Bonvika the Hutt—leaned back among the luxurious cushions of her own dais with a smug grin on her face, as Shorgo began: “Good afternoon, Your Grace. Listen, about those Spacer Sallys…” the end Spoiler: Notes Plangonologist is a rather obscure but perfectly legit real-life word that means “doll collector.” The dolls—Cantonica Nights Spacer Sally and Glamor Glitter Meetra—are fanon. For other fanon KOTOR-era-based fancy collector’s dolls, see also Ultimate Braids Bastila in Early Morning Thoughts of a Hutt’s Gardener and Silken Elegance Visas in Pandemonium at a Hutt’s Garden Party (incidentally also the first two stories that feature Grand Duchess Peascodd). Korrfun’s All-Star Salky Kibble is, however, established. I first learned about it from Tumblr user lasatfat (known on AO3 as TheAntleredPolarBear) in a conversation about something else entirely, so thank you, lasatfat! Hutt Lebnan cuisine, including Bababbb-harvested ghanuj, is the creation of @Chyntuck, who recently came back to visit the fanfic boards after some time away. Good to see you again, Chyn!