As I was led to the podium by Startroopers, I trembled in thought on what I was going to say. I rehearsed my speech for the slimy dude, but as a prisoner of the galactic war, this punishment is easier to do than to be a part of a fight among those with the super laser beams.

And why they chose me to say the eulogy of a slug-like alien who attacked my people is beyond me.

But why the rest of the Jedis left me in Tatooine to suffer is a wonder. I might be the clumsiest of them all, but they shouldn't have done this!

Poor little me!

Did they not want me to help them out anymore?

Instead, they just had to abandon me in this little dump.

Now all I have left to look forward to is spending the rest of my life as a slave here among those of the Death Star battle stations.

With the ends of the laser sabers pointed towards my back, I began my speech though I was quite nervous.

Ahem ... In a time where peace is not always a good thing and conflict is not always bad, we have lost our deep friend, Jabba the Hutt.

The 'friend' part of the sentence left a bad taste in my mouth, but I couldn't let these villains know that or I'd mess up my plans for them to let me go.

I cannot claim that I know Jabba the Hutt well enough, but I do know he had his passions. One was being the galaxy's most powerful gangsters, with far-reaching influence in both politics and the criminal underworld.

The crowd looked at me with nodding gestures as if they were agreeing with me, which made me feel queasy. I don't know if they were really there to pay tribute to their master or to see me in ruins. I have to wince on what I had in mind next so my eyes were closed before I continued on.

Second, he clearly was a good guy trying to do right for his community. Jabba employed a vast number of artists who would otherwise be processing womp rat carcasses for minimum wage. And his palace is the most culturally and racially diverse among the community. He also cares for the natural environment of Tatooine by preserving endangered species, such as the Sarlacc.

And so we bid you farewell Jabba the Hutt!

I did it and am proud of myself just hope these aliens bought it.

Count: 421 words

Prompt: Being the leader of a crime syndicate isn't easy, only to be murdered on your pleasure barge! Write a eulogy for the slimy slug to let the galaxy know how he'll always be remembered.

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Note: I decided to write this in a Jedi's P.O.V. because of a recent video I saw on Twitter. Apparently a visitor of a Star Wars exhibit was 'burned' or scolded by one of the men who was dressed as a stormtrooper. So, what if this embarrassed gentleman was given the task to say this eulogy, what would he do?