Silas Skywalker-The Comedian

Blood...everywhere.On the walls, floor and even somehow on the ceiling.

Tap,tap,tap

A slimy green finger moved impatiently on a lavish thrones armrest.

"What happened."Gardulla spoke in a voice so calm the even her translator couldn't help but tremble.

"P-lease, we were just sleeping and then we w-woke up to this. Y-you have to belie-"

SPLAT!

Another group of slaves had their collers detanate, once again spreading chunks of flesh and gore around the room after producing no useful information on who caused the bloodbath and killed her favourite pet.

"Bring in the next group." The translator spoke Gardulla's words as if his life depended on it (It does).

The servants quickly brought out a young boy and and his mother, Anakin and Shmi.

However unlike the previous slaves they showed no fear but instead Anakins eyes were bloodshot from rage as when he woke up he found the slave quarters he passed out in painted crimson with his brother knowhere in sight.

In fact when he realised Silas had most likely died with the others he emmited a wave of force energy so strong it cracked the walls of the room and simultaneously produced a small earthquake that shook the entire palace.

Shmi on the other hand looked vacant, her eyes empty and seemed as vacant as a corpse.She returned to the castle only to be be apprehended by Gardulla's enforcers and when she was finally allowed to reunite with her sons, only Anikin was left. Tears streamed down her face so much that a small puddle formed beneath her feet.

Eventually, her body couldn't support her crying and she was left feeling a terrible emptiness in her heart.

Soon they were pushed to the floor in front of Gardulla's throne.

"You'd better have answers,"she said while motioning to the 30 or so slaves that no longer had heads attached to their body's,"or neither of you maggots are living past this minute."

Shmi never said a word and continued to stair at the bloodstain she was kneeling in.

Anakin however glared at Gardulla with sheer hatred"ITS YOUR FAULT HE'S DEAD," his bright blue eye shifted to corrupted dark orange"YOUR NOTHING BUT A MONSTER!"

As Anikin continued to vent out his hatred, Gardulla finally had enough "QUIET!"

"If none of you wish to live , so be it."

Once again the hutt snatched the collar off her armrests as her fingers moved to press the detanator.

tick...tock...tick...tock...

Stopping her hand momentarily, Gardulla notice a faint ticking from behind her throne.

"What?"Confused could be heard in her voice before the her

Tick..tock...tick...tock

Gardulla realised to late as her eyes widened and her snake like pupils dilated.

tick ...BOOOM!!

POV: SILAS

"PFFF...HAHAHA," the bantha blaster he was drinking spayed out all over the over the bar table as his laughter erupted "Hahaha," Silas quickly regained his composure as he noticed the many eyes staring at him from across the bar, "damn, blowing things up never gets old."

After defeating the Rancor, Silas realised that quickly realised Anakin and Shmi would most likely be killed in Gardulla's anger, so he made a failsafe in the form of an explosive that he made using spare gunpowder from a few slave collars and stuffing them into a makeshift bomb that would activate after 7 seconds of pushing the detanator.

In fact, he had been watching the event with his hunters sense from the other side of Mos Espa.

Finishing his drink he bought with the trugut(Tatooine's currency) that he definitely didn't steal from an unlucky Jawa, Silas quickly exited the bar and entered the bustling street outside under the roasting heat of the twin suns above.

Silas (currently in the form a the black haired slave he killed) moved towards his next prey.

After consuming the Jawa he found in an alley earlier that day, he located a junk dealer that also happened to be tordarian called Gabbo(not Watto).

This species was unique as they possessed an ability he knew was essential to gain before he left Tatoine.

Resistance to to force mind tricks.

Before long Silas made through the crowd of people and arrived on the outskirts of Mos Espa where a junkyard was located.

The main building was shaped like an igloo made of hardened yellow sandstone with a rusty metal door as an entrance.

Wasting no time, Silas changed into the form of a Jawa and pushed through the door while a bell rung above the door to signifie a new customer.

"Just a moment!" a gravely voice sounded from an adjacent room.

Silas waited while he observed the cluttered front room with metal contraptions littering the floor.

"Ahh...it's just you again," a fat green fly moved voiced as he walked into the room on his duck like feet, "Didn't I already tell you that the static pulse adapters sold out last week, you only came in yesterday and your already back." Gobbo continued not hiding his irritation.

A series high quick, high pitched sounds came from the Jawa in response

"What...a cooling module, you trying to build a blaster or something?"he got a nod from the Jawa in response and continued,"Hmm, I'll have a look in the back."

Gabbo turned around while his wings lifted him off the ground and propelled him forward.

SQUELCH

"ARGH!"

He didn't even get 8 meters away when he he saw a scorpion like blade protruding his chest. Blood flowed from his mouth and pooled beneath the ground he was flying over when an unholy voice sounded behind him

"WhERe dO YOu ThINk YoUR GoINg My LiTtLe MeAt baG!"

This voice was the most repulsive, fear inducing nightmare he had ever felt as a symphony that sounded like a hundred people each a different age and gender screaming on top of eachover at once.

Momentarily forgetting his pain Gabbo used wings at full power in an attempt to get away from the demon behind it.

YANK

Silas now in his adult form retracted his whip blade and watched as his prey desperately tried to fly away to no avail

Silas's chest and stomach ripped open to reveal a huge gaping maw with jagged teeth he made after being inspired by a certain god he met.

A tendril swiftly shot out of it's throat and latched into Gabbo as it dragged him closer to Silas while he removed his whip blade.

Losing the strength to fly Gabbo hit the ground while using his nails to claw at the flood in a last desperate attempt to escape.

"N-no,please spare m-" CRUNCH!...CHOMP...CHOMP...CHOMP...

Silas sat down as the monstrosity that was his second mouth digested it's food.

'That's new. Feels much better than absorbing them straight away, sort of like eating a meal slowly instead of shoveling it down as fast as possible.'

After half minute of a minute of eating Silas immediately noticed a change. His thoughts and reaction doubled in speed, while he also felt a distinct wall blocking his brain from outside influences.

With this in place Silas stood up and bowed to the claw marks on floor to pay respects to Gabbo "Thank you for your sacrifice."

After Finishing with no trace of guilt he left the scene and begun making his way towards the port of Mos Espa.

'The Hutts will be allover this place soon to fight for Gardulla's territory, shame I can't see it myself...sigh, nevermind?".

He quickly regained his mood as he thought about leaving Tatooine in the near future and beginning his journey across the galaxy.