Volume 3- Year 24
Rootund the Hutt’s decennial journey across the galaxy to gorge himself with and feast upon the bountaneous delicacies the various rims have to offer has hit a troublesome snag in the Feriae system. The local governing councils of Feriae Junction – or more commonly known as “Junction” – have come to the unanimous decision to deny the notoriously rotund Hutt access to their world’s surface. “Our local food sources and native wildlife populations still haven’t fully recovered after the Hutt’s last visit to Junction ten years ago,” says a particularly sweaty and twitchy Duros spokesperson representing the assembly of local councils. “Allowing him to hold his frankly disturbing repast on our beloved planet might have a lasting negative impact on the local ecosystems of multiple administrative districts.” A droid representative from Rootund the Hutt’s personal staff has conveyed its master’s severe displeasure at the decision. “His Gargantuan Magnificence has lost all appetite at the abysmal news from Junction,” despairs 0B-CT, shocking our reporters to the core. “Without access to this planet’s rare and exotic game and treats, my titanic master simply has no interest in embarking upon the decennial sojourn, which is a veritable tragedy of intergalactic proportions.”
The decennial feast hosted by Rootund the Hutt is both a spectacle to watch and terrifying event to experience, in particular to the worlds that have the misfortune of being on the elephantine Hutt’s travel path. Even the galaxy’s biggest eaters quiver at the sight of Rootund consuming tonnes of foodstuffs that could feed the population of entire cities within merely a week, before setting off to the next destination on the carefully planned itinerary. Yet, the Hutt’s monstrous appetite is rarely sated by merely the standard meals and courses that most citizens consume upon their planets on a daily basis. Instead, only the rarest and most exotic foodstuffs known to that world will truly satisfy the seemingly depthless gorge that is Rootund’s stomach. From wildlife that is on the verge of extinction, to legumes that will only grow on one specific tree on a lone island in the middle of a planet-wide ocean, all disappear within the Hutt’s cavernous mouth cooked, baked, or sometimes even raw. One of the biggest scandals surrounding the decennial gorge fest took place sixty-nine years ago on the planet Ryloth, when Rootund consumed a soup made from the lekku of Lethan Twi’leks, whose red skin is the result of a rare mutation in their genetic code. Protests and riots lasted for the entire duration of the Hutt’s stay on the planet, and rumours of particularly vocal troublemakers having disappeared into Rootund’s gaping maw persist to this day.
As the planet Junction is under the jurisdiction of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, 0B-CT confirms that its master considers demanding reparations from the confederate state. “The inability to host the decennial sojourn in its entirety has cast my master into bottomless depths of desolation,” sighs the droid as its lights dim in kindred despair. “The storages of my master’s palace are overfilled with rotting food because his Gargantuan Magnificence refuses to eat! Or, well, eat as much as he is used to. Renumeration for the spoiled food as a result of Junction’s decision seems nothing but fair to my master.”
The confederate government has yet to respond to Rootund the Hutt’s demands. “The needs of the many outweigh the wants of the few… even if one of the few weighs more than all of them combined,” remarks the Duros spokesperson from Junction. “It is our hope that the CIS will share this sentiment and uphold our decision to bar the Hutt access to our planet. His mass alone might disrupt the orbit of our world!”