fandomhigh | Ethics [Thursday, January 31]

When the Ethics class arrived in the Danger Shop, they stepped into an entirely different world.

An incredibly dry, hot one. That smelled really bad.

Anakin waved his hand around the room. "Welcome to the embodiment of gluttony," he said, "the palace of a Hutt."

He concentrated on the controls on the far side of the room, and the simulation sprung to life: dozens of beings drinking, eating, and dancing, with all activity centered around a vile slug of a beast laying on the raised dais at the front of the room.

In a place of honor on the wall was a man, face twisted in a silent scream but his features obscured beyond recognition, encased in silver. Anakin ignored it as he walked past to point at the creature on the dais. "That," he said, nose wrinkling in disgust, "is a Hutt. This particular version was named Jabba, one of the most powerful crime lords in the galaxy." A grim smile turned the corners of his mouth up. "At least until he met my children."

He shook his head. "That is neither here nor there. Today is an interactive experience for you, class. Take a good hard look around. See the effects that gluttony can have."

His eyes went flat. "Touch any of the dancing girls and you'll regret it. That's a promise."

Wherever You Will Go - The Calling

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He's here to field all questions from "ewww, why's that guy eating things that are still alive?" to "Where does the trapdoor lead to? We've lost a student" to "WTF? There's a guy on the wall!"

Or if you really want to know what his kids did to Jabba. He's kinda dying to share.

Jo arched her eyebrow curiously at Anakin.

"I get the feeling I'll get the downplayed version if I ask Luke."

Anakin smiled proudly. "He really can't tell a story," he admitted. "He walked unarmed into this room and asked Jabba to release the guy on the wall, absolutely expecting it to work."

He chuckled. "And it did. From a certain point of view."

"And now that you've told me Luke's version of events, what happened in between the asking and the letting go?"

Fortunately for Jo, Anakin had been well-briefed. Thank you, Emperor's Hand.

"He fell down the trapdoor right in front of Jabba's throne and killed his pet rancor--think dinosaur, slightly smaller, worse breath--with a rock." Anakin grinned. "So Jabba decided to take him, Han and Chewbacca out to desert and drop them into the Sarlaac pit."

His face lost all sense of humor. "Jabba had dressed Leia as a dancing girl and had locked her to his throne. Death couldn't come soon enough."

Jo winced. "Who did the killing?" she asked, since it seemed pretty obvious that someone did.

Anakin was quiet for a moment. "Leia strangled him with her chain, Luke blew up the entire sail barge. I can't blame either of them."

"Yeah, me neither."

"Luke would probably insist it wasn't a big deal," Anakin said with a small smile. "It was. Jabba was one of the most powerful gangsters in the galaxy."

Jo smiled back. "Not bad for a day's work."

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"I hope it was something terrible," Lana said quietly.

"Hmm?" Anakin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry," Lana said, blushing a little. "I probably shouldn't have said anything. I just... I kind of hope that whatever happened to him was really terrible."

"He blew up after being strangled to death by my daughter," Anakin replied. "Is that terrible enough for you?"

Lana nodded thoughtfully. "Good for your daughter."

Anakin's eyebrows were still up. "Any particular reason for the bloodlust today?"

Lana blushed again and ducked her head. "Sorry. I just... it feels terrible in here. And that... I... that man on the wall, the girls looking so trapped."

"The man on the wall was a drug smuggler," Anakin said with a remarkable lack of sympathy. "The girls...are another story. Never go to Mos Eisley. It's an entire spaceport that feels like this. You want to shower for a week."

"I won't," she said, with a small shudder. "I'm sorry. I know it's not real here and I shouldn't let it get to me."

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Jenny's question was simple. She waved with one hand toward the guy in the silver and asked, "Is it alive?"

Anakin nodded. "He's encased in a material called carbonite."

Jenny nodded back. "Thought so." The electrical impulses that indicated 'human life' were all still there, but she had kind of hoped the poor bastard was dead. "That's pretty horrific."

Anakin shrugged. "Gangster," he said.

Why no, he wouldn't say who'd gotten the guy into that particular position.

"Take the concrete boots thing a bit to the extreme, though, doesn't it?" Jenny mused.

Anakin gave her a wry smile. "Maybe. It's probably why I 'm not a gangster."