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I have the 24/7 OSS in .40. It is almost one year old. I really liked it despite the lack of accessories early on. Fits my hand well and shoots well. That's where the love story ends. It went back to Taurus in Feb because the barrel and slide were making contact at the front edge of the ejection port. It was so bad that the gun would not return to battery. After a sever week vacation in Florida it finally came home. Taurus replaced the slide assembly, barrel and recoil spring. Essentially, the entire top half of the gun is new. With the exception of scratches/machining marks on the polished breech end of the barrel everything looked good. My first 30 rounds were pretty good. I was only shooting at 10 yards because I knew the sights would need adjusted. I was grouping very well just a hair low and to the left. Overall, I am happy. Just need to adjust the sights a bit. I reload both mags and start on my next 30 rounds. I am all over the paper in the first 15. I figure it's just me so I keep plugging along thru the next mag. After I finished, I disassembled the gun to inspect the parts that were replaced. To my disbelief, the exact same thing was happening again. The slide and barrel were smacking into each other at the front of the polished breech section of the barrel and the front edge of the ejection port on the slide. i will attach pics once I figure out how.
As of yesterday, it is on it's way back to Florida for yet another vacation. This stinks!
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The only thing missing from yesterday's surprise info that Sammy is also lining up for Tegra 2 chipsets, was how many the company has ordered. Now we have that as well, courtesy of a Citigroup analyst. His research showed a sizeable order of between $250-$350 million that is coming Samsung's way in the first half of 2011, and is supposed to go in both tablets and smartphones, according to him. That is more than what the analyst predicted the whole revenue from Tegra 2 would be for NVIDIA in 2011, before Samsung lined up.
Great news for NVIDIA, and, from consumer's standpoint, the sooner we see powerful, but energy-optimized chipsets with two cores in our devices, like the LG Star, the better. Something just irks us with this one, though - such a large order would indicate that Samsung is not placing anything else in its new high-end handsets and tablets possibly until the summer.
Sammy's main advantages before the competition have been the Hummingbird chipset and Super AMOLED screen this year. Now the info that we might not see Orion anytime soon in a commercially available device, and the fact that AMOLED screens production can not be ramped up sufficiently before the summer of 2011 as well, means that Samsung will just go with the flow for the first half of 2011.
What was that demonstration of an Orion chipset in a Samsung tablet last month then? Could it be that Tegra 2 simply comes cheaper, due to its "for Honeycomb" stamp of approval by Google, as demonstrated by Andy Rubin with the Motorola tablet?
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Both fighters of the main event for the "Boxeo Telemundo" show of this Friday arrived fit and confident to the City of Kissimmee, FL. The first one to arrive was local idol Wilfredo Vazquez, Jr. (15-0-1, 12 KOs) who will defend his WBO Latin super bantamweight title against the toughest opponent in his young career when he faces veteran Cecilio "Boga" Santos (23-10-3, 13 KOs) in a clash scheduled for 12 rounds.
Vazquez Jr., of Bayamon, Puerto Rico said upon arrival: "it does not tickle me that he has fought for the world title 4 times and has hold numerous titles himself, I see it like a rock on my way that I have to break to move forward." He also added "I will get him out of my way to win a world title, I prepared myself 150% and will win either way Friday."
Santos of Mexico City, Mexico declared at his arrival: "I have been training for 2 months in the mountains and have had good sparring partners" he added " I will take Vazquez title and his undefeated record away, I will knock him out, I have fought a lot of good fighters and a Jr is not going to scare me."
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"I've often wonder who was the last person to leave Belle Grove? Which member of the family walked down that long, sculpted hallway, heading for the front door for the last time, key in hand, and locked that door, never to return?
Or was it a faithful servant, who for years had walked that same hallway, polished floor beneath his feet, glittering crystal chandelier above his head, to answer that same front door that he was now about to lock forever? And then did that same faithful servant look into the deserted, silent rooms, as he walked past the parlor, the dining room, and then down the servant's stairs to what had once been their kingdom below stairs?
And what of the silence in that vast, empty house? Did it prance up and down the hallways, staircases, and out onto the pillared porticoes? Did it twist itself around the soaring Corinthian columns like ivy? Or was it like itself and the house it infested - silent and forlorn?"
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Should the average investor use an investment advisor? I used to think no, but now I would say yes.
I thought no because investing well isn't that hard on the surface. In its simplest form, you invest in a Vanguard Target Retirement fund closest to the year you will retire. Done deal.
If you can't invest in a Vanguard Target Retirement fund because it's not in your 401k, you can mimic it. Look at how much it invests in stocks versus bonds, and how much in the US versus international. You will end up with three mutual funds in your 401k: a US stock fund, an international stock fund, and a bond fund, like this:
How hard can it be?
However, the average investors don't invest that way. My co-workers sitting next to me sometimes talk about their stocks. They talk about when they bought this or that stock and whether it's time to sell. When I went camping with a group of people, a woman told the group around the camp fire she switched everything in her 401k account to money market because she thought a crash was coming.
If you ask random people at your workplace "what's your asset allocation for your retirement?" How many do you think will be able to tell you? If you get to see the investments in their 401k and IRAs, what percentage do you think have a risk-appropriate portfolio that's within plus or minus 10 percentage points of a Vanguard Target Retirement fund?
These average investors will be better off if they use an investment advisor. Not just any random investment advisor, but a good one at an affordable price.
That's the other hurdle of using an investment advisor. If you don't know where to go, it's very easy to find a salesperson as an investment advisor. You can't just go by who appear to be knowledgeable and trust-worthy. When you don't know much, a good salesperson who talk a good talk will appear to be knowledgeable and trust-worthy. Their training makes them master the art of making you trust them.
The best deal in financial advice comes from Vanguard Personal Advisor Services that charges 0.3% a year with a minimum investment of $50k. On a $100k portfolio, that's only $300 a year or $25 a month; it's less than most people's cell phone bills. It gets your money invested right and you also get access to a personal financial advisor all year long. In my opinion it's the best deal for investing $50k to $1 million.
Some may quibble how Vanguard's service isn't perfect. Considering the alternatives for the average investors, I would say it's more than adequate. It's better than what the average investors are doing now and it's better than what they will likely find if they throw themselves out to the open sea.
If you don't care about talking to a human advisor and you just want your money invested, you can use an automated service such as Betterment. Betterment charges only 0.15% if you invest $100k or more.
If you prefer DFA funds, AssetBuilder offers investment advisory service with a low $50k minimum at 0.45% a year. FPL Capital Management charges a flat fee that starts at $1,000 a year.
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BOSTON (Reuters) - "Left on Boylston" in this American city means only one thing on marathon day.
It means you're in the home stretch of the Boston Marathon, and all of the early morning runs in the dark New England winters, and all the wild cheering from family and friends, and all your memories about Bill Rodgers, Joan Benoit Samuelson and Uta Pippig, are about to carry you across the finish line.
"I can't even imagine when I turn onto Boylston," said Katie O'Donnell. "No doubt I will be crying. It's going to be incredibly emotional."
Last year, O'Donnell, 38, a doctor at Boston Children's Hospital, didn't finish the race after completing more than 25 miles. There was no "left on Boylston" for O'Donnell and a throng of other marathoners.
Officials stopped the race after two pressure cooker bombs exploded near the finish line, killing three people and injuring more than 260.
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On 30 July 1945, while transiting supposedly safe waters, the U.S.S. Indianapolis was torpedoed and sunk by a Japanese submarine. Nine hundred men died in the sinking, the worst loss of life at sea in Navy history.
A staged reading of the screenplay "Abandoned Ship," which chronicles the tragedy, will be presented on the anniversary of the sinking, Monday, 30 July. The event will take place at the Vallejo Yacht Club, 485 Mare Island Way, Vallejo, Calif. The evening will begin at 1830 [6:30 p.m.] with a cash bar and free hors d'oeuvres. The reading will start at 1900 [7 p.m.].
"Like many people, I first heard of the U.S. Indianapolis in 'Jaws,'" said screenwriter W. J. M. Fordyce. "Like many people, I took it to be fiction. I was astounded to learn that the horrific events described by the shark-boat captain in 'Jaws' – actually occurred."
The Indianapolis was badly damaged by a kamikaze at the battle of Okinawa. She limped back into the Mare Island Naval Shipyard, in Vallejo, Calif., where it was estimated that repairs would take3 well into the fall – after the planned invasion of Japan. Suddenly, however, the ship was put on a 24/7 program to be made seaworthy. She picked up a high-security cargo in San Francisco, and rushed across the Pacific Ocean to deliver it to Tinian Island, the U.S. air base closest to Japan. The cargo was the atom bomb that would be dropped on Hiroshima.
She set sail for the Philippines to join the invasion fleet that was mustering there, but half way across the Philippine Sea, traveling in supposedly safe waters, she was torpedoed and sunk. Approximately 900 of the 1,200-man crew made it off the ship, but her SOS was ignored. They spent 3-1/2 days in the water before being spotted by chance by a passing patrol plane. A rescue effort was mounted immediately, but when it was called off a day and a half later, only 317 crewmembers were saved. Of the 600 who died, two-thirds were killed by sharks.
"The men and women who put on uniforms to protect their country pledge their lives to keep our country safe," said screenwriter Fordyce. "It is obscene when their lives are squandered, either through incompetence, or for the sake of political expediency. It has happened all too often, though – in Vietnam, in Iraq, in Afghanistan. My hope is that it will never happen again."
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According to Joe Silvia the man who arranges most the fights for the UFC; UFC 64 on October 14th will have Sean Sherk Vs Kenny Florian and Rich Franklin vs Andersson Silvia.
GG Mr Silvia and Mr Kenflo.
That should be a SICK PPV if they can put another good undercard on it.
That would be a sweet card! Where did you hear this info from?
Its on Sean Sherks website.
thats gay, one fight in the UFC and Silva is getting a title shot? Yes I know hes fought everywhere else before and been good, but Im sorry after ONE fight against Chris Leben, hes not worth of a title shot
Yea Its Not Fair He Gets A Title Shot This Quick But Its What Everyone Wants To See After Knockin Out Leben On National Tv...ace Will Win, And After That I Dont Know Who They Are Gonna Get To Fight Franklin Cuz There Is Noone Else That Can Challenge Him..dont Tell Me Marquardt, Cuz Ace Will Kill Him Too..that Division Is A Joke..they Gotta Bring Another Pride Guy Over, Maybe Kang , Filho, Or Henderson..cuz This Division Is A Joke Right Now.and Whoever Said Kenflo Is Gonna Beat Sherk..hahah Wake Up
Middleweight is actually got alot of good fighters in it.
Just because Ace handed The Crow his ass doesn't mean he can do it again.
And ya Silvia's fight is way to freakin soon, swick in my opinion deserves it more. But i guess he's fighten the crow and if he wins im sure the winner will get a title shot.
thing is, Ace will own just about everyone they put in front of him right now, hes at the top of his game and Silva will just be another victim. Hendo would be sick opponent or even Kang id like to see, but thats just wishful thinking :(
I still won't count out nate the great just yet...i think if there is someone in that weight division in the ufc that has a chance, it's him. Someone touched on it earlier as far as bringing a pride fighter over to fight ace. If I could pick Rich Franklin's next opponent, no matter the organization, it would have to be Dan Henderson from Pride. When the man's on a roll, he's is almost unstoppable. Rich has nice hands, but Dan i think has quicker if not stonger ones. It'd be an unbelievable fight.
Silva doesn't deserve a title shot, neither does Swick or Loiseau. Nate Marquardt does more than both of them. Why hasn't he gotten anything? He's never going to get a title shot. First Silva whos only faught once to get to fight for the title and Swick whos only beaten Riggs and Loiseau whos already lost to Franklin badly. Terrible just terrible. I say Silva and Marquardt fight for the number one contender. Then if Silva wins he gets rights to fight Franklin. Swick and Loiseau don't deserve title shots yet. Terrible, just terrible.
And no Sherk is not fighting Florian, Florian is refusing to fight Sherk for unknown reasons.
At UFC 64 according to a mixed martial arts results sight it says Sylvia is fighting Monson, Franklin is fighting someone to be named, and BJ Penn is fighting someone to be named as well (maybe Jens Pulver in a rematch).
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Is the Church a Broken Institution?
Several years ago, I left the Church.
My wife and I were deeply wounded by our closest friends and partners in ministry, rumors about us spread like wildfire and we felt abandoned. I said goodbye to God and the Church and, it was safe to say, I was never coming back. I thought the Church was a broken institution.
A year before that, I was a pastor. My congregation was filled with people who loved Jesus and had a passion to see His renewal come to this broken world. I never tired of hearing stories of brokenness followed by experiences of healing. Our belief was simple: the Church should be the last place you should find people who pretend to have it all together. I was having the church experience many people are blessed to have in their lives: one that was vibrant and exciting.
I didn't know that not everyone agreed with my mind-set, and a few did all they could to ensure I would not be a pastor at that church for long. One morning, I was told I had to resign. As I looked around the room, I saw people who were more than friends—they were family. One of those in that meeting used to tell me I was "like a son" to him. But now, as one leader told me, I was simply "an issue that needed to be dealt with."
There was no warning and no conversation; just a severance agreement I had to sign or else I'd get nothing. So I did. What followed was one of the most painful seasons of my life.
I walked out of that church, and no one from its leadership team ever reached out to my family again. Apparently their "issue" had been dealt with. But it wasn't over for me. Our community, my career and our future with the church were all suddenly severed, and my wife and I were devastated. We'd had such a strong sense of spiritual purpose, and now we had no idea what to do with our lives. For years, I had met people who had been "hurt by the Church." Now, I was one of them.
We are everywhere
The saddest part in all of this is my story is not unique. Many of us have had painful experiences with the Church, Christian ministries, organizations or universities.
My friend Rick worked at a Christian university for more than 15 years. He quickly became one of the most beloved and popular professors at the school. For many students, he served in a pastoral role, offering godly guidance. Rick challenged the comfortable Christianity of many students and invited them to truly make faith in Jesus their own.


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Oola was a green-skinned Twi'lek girl who was Jabba the Hutt's favorite slave girl just before the arrival of Princess Leia and her allies. Like Leia, she was leashed to Jabba's throne by a collar around her neck and forced to wear skimpy attire for her master's pleasure. Oola was the best dancer in Jabba's harem until after one performance Jabba wanted more than dance, and attempted to pull her back to him. She refused and for her disobedience she was dropped into the rancor pit to be devoured.
Oola's body was her greatest gift that also became her greatest curse within the walls of Jabba's palace. She possessed the lithe, flexible form of a dancer, but also a certain buxomness in her hips and chest that made even the most timid performances erotic displays of sensuality. Even among Twi'leks, she was considered a rare beauty. Her long, voluptuous lekku, delicate and innocent features, and lovely green skin earning her many admirers. Unfortunately, this would earn her both the lustful attention of Bib Fortuna and eventually the lustful interest of her new master, Jabba the Hutt.
Oola's official measurements were 34DD-21-25
Early LifeEdit
Before her unfortunate time as a slave in Jabba's palace, Oola was the daughter of a chieftain of one of the smaller clans on Ryloth. On the outskirts of civilization, the village and was very poor and a constant target for slavers who came to kidnap the highly sought after Twi'lek females. While her father's position allowed her some protection from the slavers, she was not much wealthier than the other members of the village and often felt jealous of the pampered women of the Ryloth upper class. He provided her with little or no formal education, as Twi'lek society held that educating women was a threat to male authority. She instead devoted herself to dancing, which won her dozens of admirers. Oola dreamt of one day attracting a handsome male noble who would sweep her off her feet, taking her to his palace and presenting her with luxurious gifts. This dream seemed impossible but she naively held onto it, even as she grew older, placing all her passion into dancing with which she hoped would one day catch the attention of some aristocrat passing through.
Arrival of Bib FortunaEdit
Oola's long-awaited chance to escape her impoverished village finally came in the form of Bib Fortuna, a tall, pale Twi'lek male from the Una clan, and the major-domo to the powerful being known as Jabba the Hutt. Acting as a diplomat to the village under the false pretense that his master was interested in assisting the clan financially, Fortuna was treated like a king while he secretly studied the women, looking for a suitable slave that he could bring to Jabba as a gift.
That night, during a celebration in Fortuna's honor, Oola performed for him, a sensual ballet known as the "fertility dance" meant to show a female's interest in a potential male. Fortuna lustfully fell in love with her--knowing all too well the meaning of her movements--was enticed by her grace and beauty as well as her obvious effort to please him. He knew she would make the perfect gift to present to his master.
Convincing Oola's father that if he brought Oola to Jabba that he could convince the Hutt to help elevate the clan's stature in the Ryloth hierarchy, the chieftain readily agreed to give up his daughter. Feeding on her fantasies of nobility, Bib seduced Oola and told her she was going to live a life of luxury, serving a powerful and well-known master. Overwhelmed that her dreams were coming true, she allowed herself to be taken by Fortuna, forever leaving her home behind for what she believed would be a better life.
Before presenting his "gift" to his master, Bib wanted to make sure Oola was properly trained and would be able to serve adequately in her new life as a pleasure slave to the Hutt. So, before taking her to Jabba's Palace on Tatooine, Bib first brought Oola to his secret penthouse on Ryloth, where he planned to teach Oola how best to amuse, dance, and satisfy her new master.
For several months, Oola remained in Fortuna's penthouse, taught by some of the best dancers and servants on Ryloth. The dances she was taught were far more erotic and provocatively vulgar than the ceremonial ballets she had once performed, their moves intended to expose parts of her body as well as suggest the act of sexual intercourse. She was also required to learn how to dance on the end of a leash as well as how to strip off various costumes in different and erotic ways. Despite these obviously degrading activities, Oola worked passionately believing that these skills would eventually earn her favor with her master.A month after she left her village for a better life, Fortuna brought another girl to his penthouse for training, a young Twi'lek named Sienn. Jealous at first that she would have competition for Jabba's attention, Oola ignored her, acting cold and dismissive to the newcomer. However, after seeing how young and frightened Sienn was, Oola comforted her and became something of an older sister to the impressionable girl. Oola looked after her and helped her train for several more weeks before Fortuna finally decided they were ready to meet their new master.
Arrival on TatooineEdit
While Oola and Sienn were being trained, Fortuna was unable to supervise them the whole time. While he was away tending to some of Jabba's business, he left them under the care of a human named Jerris Rudd. Rudd was a slob of a man and made many passes at the poor girls, especially enjoying frightening Sienn. Rudd, however, could be trusted to not "spoil" the merchandise. When the time came to present the slaves to Jabba, Fortuna asked him to bring them to Mos Espa where he would meet them.
Taking the girls on his ship, Rudd flew them to the small Tatooine city near Jabba's palace, making sure to hide them in his smuggling holds before landing. Oola had never been off-world before, and stepping out onto the dessert planet she was frightened and fascinated, only making her more anxious for her meeting with her master.
Wrapping the beautiful Twi'leks in robes as to not attract attention, Rudd snuck them into the city and took them to the far edge of town where they were supposed to meet Fortuna. There, in a deserted alleyway they waited for Bib, and after several hours Rudd became worried that his employer might not show.
Deciding to go out to look for the absent major-domo, he left Sienn and Oola, telling them not to leave for any reason unless he or Fortuna returned.
Meeting with a StrangerEdit
In the alleyway, Oola tried not to think about the smell or the possible threats that surrounded them, instead focusing on thoughts of her new life. It was only now sinking in that she was on the same planet as the fabulous Jabba the Hutt and his legendary palace. If everything Bib told her was true, it would all be worth the wait.
While she and Sienn huddled close, a shadowy figure clad in dark robes appeared at the entrance of the alleyway. Despite their hiding spot, the figure seemed to know exactly where they were and walked straight to where they hid themselves.
Hearing footsteps, Oola stuck her head out of her hiding spot, hoping to see Rudd or Fortuna coming to collect them. Instead of seeing the two males, Oola was startled to see the stranger looking directly at her. Screaming in fear, she pulled Sienn and herself from their hiding spot, ran to the opposite end of the road, and pressed herself against the the stone wall; all while brandishing the small knife Rudd had given her.
The figure was obviously not afraid of the lithe Twi'lek girl, but did not attack or act in any way to threaten them. Instead, he stepped back and told them that he meant them no harm and that his name was Luke. While Oola and Sienn cowered fearfully in a corner, Luke calmly explained that they could trust them and that he could take them somewhere safe. Telling them they could be free.
Something in his voice made Oola want to believe, but even if he would free them, did she want to be free? She had given her freedom willingly on Ryloth so that she could live a life of luxury, and then had spent months training so she could finally live out her dream. There was no way she was going to throw that all away now.
Sienn, however, was not as entranced by the thought of Jabba and his palace as Oola was, and she moved to join Luke, hoping for a second chance at freedom. Oola grabbed her and pulled her back, telling the human that they had chosen to be dancers for Jabba, the wealthiest being on a thousand worlds.
Luke warned them that Jabba's palace was not what they believed, trying to tell them that the hutt was evil. But Oola didn't listen, unwilling to believe everything Fortuna had told them had been a lie. But before either slaves could give Luke their answers, Rudd returned with Fortuna following close behind.
Rudd immediately fired on Luke, but the blaster bolt was deflected by a glowing green rod that appeared from a weapon the human held. Rudd and Fortuna fired a continuous volley but nothing it seemed could touch the stranger. Finally one of Fortuna's shots was sent back, hitting Rudd in the chest who fell back to die in the sands.
Fortuna stepped back trying to reload but with a flick of his wrist, Luke appeared to toss the pale Twi'lek with his mind, sending him sprawling across ground. While the major-domo was stunned, Luke called out to Sienn and Oola one more time telling them to run. Twisting herself from Oola's grasp, Sienn hurried to join Luke, and the two rushed out of the dark alley. Luke stopped for a moment and looked back at Oola with a pained expression on his face, his blue eyes begging her to come with him. Slumping to the ground, torn between freedom and the promise of luxury; her eyes brimming with tears, Oola shook her head at the stranger named Luke, her last chance at freedom, disappeared from sight.
Entering the PalaceEdit
As Sienn and her savior escaped, Oola continued to sit at the end of the dark alley in stunned silence, until Fortuna came and roused her. Sneering angrily at her, he slapped her harshly across her face cursing her for allowing someone to take Sienn. Fortuna had never laid a hand on her before, and only now was Oola beginning to doubt herself and the reality she had convinced herself was true.
Impatient and knowing that they would never be able to recapture Sienn, Fortuna grabbed Oola and forced her to stand, gripping her arm painfully tight. "All the goodies for Oola" he whispered in her ear "Don't worry, now you'll get Jabba all to yourself." He pushed Oola out of the alley and towards a speeder he parked close by. Throwing her unceremoniously in the back seat, he started the speeder and sped away from Mos Espa and towards Jabba's Palace.
After a half an hour of driving, Oola finally caught her first glimpse as the palace rose above the dune sea. As they moved closer, Oola wondered if they had truly arrived at Jabba's home, the plain brown structure was nothing like the shining palace she had imagined. Indeed, it was massive but it seemed solemn and lacked the elegance and grandeur she had dreamed of.
Soon it loomed over them, a giant stone monolith that made Oola suddenly feel very small. Stopping in front of the metal gate Fortuna made a quick call, speaking in huttese to someone inside the palace. After a few seconds, the the door lurched suddenly and began to lift slowly from the ground. Fortuna drove the speeder into the garage and parked it before yanking Oola out of the speeder and pushing her in front of him, silently directing her where to go.
The inside of the palace was dark and foreboding, the corridors damp and frigid causing Oola to shiver as she stepped inside. As she walked through the maze-like hallways, she looked for some semblance of the place of her dreams but all she found were blank walls that made it look more like a prison than a place of pleasure.
Oola wanted to ask Fortuna what was going on, wanting him to disperse her doubts but afraid to risk angering him again. So they continued to walk until they finally came to another door with two large Gamorrean guards carrying massive axes standing on either side. Seeing Fortuna, they stepped aside allowing the major-domo to type a code into the control panel next the door. With a beep of recognition, the door unlocked and Fortuna ushered Oola into the brightly lit room.
Giving her eyes time to focus, Oola found herself in a large oval-shaped room, nested with dozens of soft multi-colored cushions that lay spread across the tiled floor. Scantily-clad females of many different species lounged peacefully on their beds of soft pillows while others waded in the warm waters of the pool in the center, all looking up with interest to see the new arrival.
Fortuna explained to the attentive girls that Oola was Jabba's latest "gift" and that she was to prepared to be presented to him. At the word "gift" the slaves' eyes suddenly turned sad and they seemed to stare at Oola with pity, though she could not understand why. Fortuna then left them to their task, closing and locking the door behind him as several girls led Oola to the pool.
Stripping her of her plain tunic, three girls gently directed her into the warm waters as other girls went to fetch something more fitting for her to wear. Oola relaxed in the water as the the slaves bathed her, believing this would be her new home, and though it wasn't as extravagant as she hoped, it was a much better life than the one she had had on Ryloth.
Oola's moment of bliss did not last long because as soon as the slaves finished, they hurried her from the pool, not wanting to keep their master waiting. Quickly drying her with a towel, the harem girls who had been sent to fetch her attire for the night returned from their search presenting Oola with a scandalous red dress. Stepping into the dress she pulled it over her body, the tight cloth forming perfectly with her body. As her make up was applied, Oola looked at herself in the nearby mirror, shocked and pleased with what she she saw in the reflection.The dress was snug against her supple curves advertising every fine point of her femininity, and ended barely halfway down her thighs, showing off her long, attractive legs. Two thin straps looped over her shoulder, straining to hold the cloth to her buxom bust. The material was extremely low-cut and showed plenty of her deep green cleavage that strained against the confining dress with each excited breath she took. The make-up on her face was heavily applied with bluish-tinted blush on her cheeks that gave the appearance of embarrassment and innocence, and dark-red lipstick that showed experience and sensuality. Eye shadow was abundant along her eyes, her eyelashes given extension that made every look she gave sultry and sexy. Gazing at herself and turning slowly in the mirror suddenly feeling seductive and confident, certain now that Jabba would be pleased with her form.
Lastly, the girls gave her gold high-heel pumps to slip on while they adjusted her headdress, placing a comfortable fur-lined piece decorated with gold and beads. As one girl straightened it on her head she whispered Oola's ear "I'm so sorry." Oola turned in confusion but the girl was already scampering away as Fortuna returned to collect Oola for her introduction to Jabba.
Introduction to her MasterEdit
Fortuna re-entered the room as the girls around Oola moved away quickly, bowing respectfully to their master's second-in-command. Looking at Oola, Fortuna was stunned momentarily by her striking appearance and felt a pang of jealousy that she was about to become Jabba's. He shook the feeling off and smirked, knowing that Jabba would reward him greatly for bringing him a slave of such beauty.
Telling her that she will please Jabba greatly, he motioned for her to follow him and together the two left the harem. With Fortuna leading her and a Gamorrean guard named Jubnuk following close behind her, Oola felt her stomach turn with anticipation, the quiet halls of Jabba's palace echoing with the sound of revelry nearby. She quickened her step to move closer behind Fortuna knowing that they were coming close to the throne room, to where she would meet the illustrious Jabba the Hutt.
Oola and her guides soon came upon an alcove where loud music, laughter, and cheers were evident. Before they arrived, Fortuna held up his arm for her to stop. "Come when I call for you," He told her before vanishing into the smoke-filled den. Breathing heavily, Oola heard the music stop and Fortuna's voice though she could not understand what he was saying. Finally she heard Fortuna loudly announce, "May I present to you, Mighty Jabba, the lovely and talented Oola!"
Recognizing her cue, Oola took a deep breath, closed her eyes and turned the corner into the throne room. Keeping her eyes half closed, to nervous to take much notice of her surroundings, she strutted into the room, swaying her hips as she stepped lightly down the stairs. She walked deliberately slow through the path the surrounding crowd had made, keeping one hand on her hip and moving like a runway model down a strip. When she finally reached the center other room she stopped, taking a seductive pose facing what she thought was the throne that she had first glimpsed as she had entered.
Oola stood in her pose for what seemed like minutes, her eyes closed tight, waiting for the approval of her new master. Suddenly, a deep booming laughter that seemed to reverberate through her entire being shook the room. Surprised, she lost her poise and opened her eyes to find the source of the noise.
At first she thought what she saw was a giant pile of cushions atop a stone throne and she squinted trying to find Jabba among them. But then the pile moved and Oola's entire body went numb. Lounging on the dais, its girth almost overflowing from the lip of the slab was the most disgusting creature she had ever seen. The beast was shaped like a rotund slug; a thick, muscular tail draped over the far end of the throne leading back to a corpulent mid-section that bulged grotesquely. Its skin was wrinkled and fetid, a thick coat of slime covered its entire body, glistening in the dim light and almost seemed to give it a sickly glow. A bulbous head sunk against its fat belly, a wide toothless mouth stretch across it, drool continuously pouring from its maw. Orange reptilian eyes stared unnervingly at her, glinting with unfathomable intelligence and lust. Two stubby arms reached eagerly for her, and a large scum-coated tongue slid across its lips.
Oola's arms went to her mouth and she stepped back a frightened scream escaping her lips, her face a mask of terror. Her body shook and tried to turn and run but felt Fortuna's clawed hands on her back, keeping her in check. Leaning over her should, Bib grinned evilly. "Oola, meet the kind and handsome, Jabba the Hutt." The entire court burst into laughter, the revolting creature that was Oola's master joined with them in mocking her.
Bondage to the BeastEdit
As the laughter died down, Jabba the Hutt's lascivious gaze once again found Oola's trembling form. Motioning with one flabby arm, he belched out a command in huttese "Ama walta muna Oola," his voice rumbling deeply. Oola had been taught very little huttese during her training but she knew the hutt was calling to her, ordering her to come to him.
She felt a sensation of fear and disgust at the thought of being near the monster, not sure what he wanted from her. Oola shook her head pleading in Twi'leki for the denizens to allow her to leave, struggling in Fortuna's grasp. This was not what she had wanted and now all she wished was to leave this place, to be free again.
But Fortuna held her tight while Jubnuk, the pig-guard that had lead her here, along with another guard, came from behind, each taking one of her small arms and leading her forwards. Twisting futilely between them, Oola's cries became more frantic; looking behind her to beg Fortuna to stop them. But the devious Twi'lek only stood laughing as she was dragged toward Jabba, and only then did Oola realize how foolish she had been in trusting him.
The guards roughly pushed her onto the unoccupied space on the throne, where Jabba waited hungrily for his prize. Unable to keep her balance, Oola fell forward onto Jabba's slimy girth, squishing disgustingly against his blubbery skin. Oola felt the slime soak through her thin clothing, the cloth sticking to her skin. Sickened, Oola quickly moved to push herself away but felt something powerful and strong hook around her waist pulling her close. She looked up to find herself face to face with her master, Jabba's lustful eyes staring down at her, carefully inspecting his new slave.
Jabba was indeed pleased with what he saw, enjoying the feeling of her feminine form against his mass. She was beautiful and he could see some resistance in her, something he would enjoy breaking her of. He had not had a slave by his side since he "retired" his last pet several weeks ago, but now it seemed he had found a suitable replacement. His mouth curled in a lecherous grin, drool running down his chin as he thought of his plans for his new slave.
Oola tried to look away, but Jabba reached out and cupped her chin, forcing her to gaze into her eyes. "So lovely." The hutt rumbled, stroking Oola's cheek as the slave girl trembled in his grasp. " you will look fine wearing my leash."
Oola did not understand what he meant, but had little time to contemplate it as Jabba's fat, dripping tongue extended from his wide mouth, swiping over her luscious lips. Oola cried in surprise, but was quickly silenced as the tip plunged into her open mouth, muffling her screams of protest. Jabba enjoyed his dominance over the lovely Twi'lek he held, her soft moans only urging him to continue his assault. He did this with all the girls he procurred, to show them how weak and helpless they were against his demands and if even if they refused to be willing that he could easily take from them what he wanted.
Jabba finally retracted his slimy appendage from Oola's dripping mouth, letting Oola gasp and cough as she tried to get as much of the awful residue from her mouth as she could. Tears streamed freely down her face but she no longer struggled against her master, allowing him to hold her close against him as she realized her hopeless situation.
Jabba chuckled as he felt Oola submit to his control, giving small whimpers of discomfort as his fetid hands roamed over her, feeling her through her dress. He continued to relish her until Fortuna drew near, looking for the approval. Jabba saw him come close and congratulated him on finding such an excellent gift. Fortuna agreed, enjoying Jabba's praise knowing that he would be rewarded. Oola slowly turned to look at the Twi'lek male she had once trusted, her eyes full of betrayal and sadness as her eyes became blurry with tears. Bib, however, just stood there and smiled at the betrayed girl as he considered what he'd do to her, should Jabba allow it.
Returning to his duties, Bib decided to bring Jabba the second part of his gift, suggesting that perhaps the Hutt would like to see his Twi'lek in more "appropriate" attire for a slave.
Oola saw Jabba nod excitedly and was surprised when the Hutt released her, allowing her to step off the edge of his throne. Before she could get anywhere, Bib wrapped his his clawed fingers around her arm and moved her back into the center of the room. Oola simply stood there in a stunned silenced, still hoping that this was just a perverse nightmare as slime continued to dribble from her lips and down her front.
Over the metal grate, Fortuna stopped and called for Yarna. A large woman with six breasts and a wrinkled face emerged from the crowd, bringing a neatly folded pile of clothing over to where Oola and Fortuna stood.Handing it to Fortuna, Yarna smiled wickedly as she passed in front of Oola, getting a good look at the new girl before she disappeared back into the crowd. Bib began to unfold the clothing, holding it from the top and allowing it to unravel in front of Oola, giving Jabba a good look at the costume and how it well it would accentuate the beauty of his new slave.
Watching the material fall in front of her, Oola could not help but gasp. The costume Fortuna was proposing was little more than a scant net that was riddled with so many holes in the mesh that it was practically transparent. She had seen such clothing before on her only trip into one of the numerous underground cities of Ryloth with her father. There they had passed through the lower district of the city and despite her fathers warnings, she had watched the slums go by through the speeder's window. Outside the cockpit, she had seen numerous Twi'lek girls in the same cheap netting, leaving them practically naked. The sad-eyed girls were chained to the walls with signs posted just above their heads that displayed their costs to the various customers that passed by.
Oola had felt pity for those girls once, believing that world was so far away from hers. But with the costume now displayed before her, she realized what her purpose in this palace would be. She saw Jabba's hungry stare through the netting and lost all composure, breaking down crying, giving choking gasps of despair as watery streaks ran freely down her face.
Jabba, however, was quite pleased with Fortuna's selection. "Very good, Bib, but I would like to see how it looks on my pet before I make my final decision." Jabba's major-domo nodded in agreement, motioning to Yarna and handing the netting to back to her.
Yarna then moved to Oola who had fallen to her knees, her hands over her face shaking her head in anguish. Yarna was disgusted by her lack of appreciation for her situation. So young, and only having just been presented to the master, Oola would already receive the privilege and pleasure of being Jabba's favorite. Yarna did not understand why the Hutt would chose this skinny creature with only two (if admittedly) shapely breasts, while she, on the other hand, had vied for his attention for years. And here the girl was, bemoaning the Master's gift? Yarna would enjoy teaching her a lesson in appreciation when the time came, as she knew it would.Her tear-streaked face still buried in her hands, Oola felt someone nudge her shoulder and a raspy voice telling her to stop crying. She ignored it, not wanting to face the reality she had naively brought on herself. The voice came again more commanding this time, anger obvious in the tone, but Oola refused to hear it.
Suddenly her left lekku was yanked painfully up, Oola crying out as she was forced to stand, coming face-to-face with the fat, wart-covered woman. "You will appreciate what your master gives you." Yarna seethed, pushing the netting into Oola's hands. Once she took it, the old woman finally released her vice-like grip on her sensistive lekku. "Now put it on."
Oola looked around at the crowd of perverted creatures who stared, drooling over her, trying to find a place where she could change in private. Not finding any, she looked back at the impatient snarl of Yarna. "Where am I supposed to..." She asked blushing slightly. Yarna just laughed "Right where you're standing."Jabba and the rest of the crowd joined in laughing, and Oola trembled in revulsion at the thought of these creatures gazing over her nude body. When she didn't immediately comply, Yarna looked to Jabba who nodded with an amused grin on his wide face. The fat woman moved foreward before Oola could back away, and smacked Oola hard across her face.
Stumbling back, Oola's hand went to her throbbing cheek, fresh tears trickling from her eyes as her eyes became as wide and frightened as an infant feeling pain for the first time. Yarna cocked her hand back again once more as a warning if Oola disobeyed again. More frightened and hurt than ashamed, Oola began to undress.
"Make it slow." Jabba called to her as Oola gave another look at Yarna who still stood close by, ready to punish any disobedience. Reluctantly, Oola slipped the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders, and began to slowly and teasingly pull her dress down. Inch by inch, more of her gorgeous body was exposed. Oola blushed deeply at the hoots and whistles from the crowd, crude comments coming from every corner of the room. She bent forward, shimmying her shoulders and wiggling her wobbling hips from side to side at the same time as it slid down her thighs, and finally it hit the floor revealing her fully luscious nude form. Jabba was drooling at the show, his eyes wide as he leaned closer to get a better look. She was certainly a fine specimen and he knew he would enjoy her for a long time.
Her clothes and dignity now stripped away, Yarna took Oola's costume and forced it over her head, the netting falling over her figure. She then took the leather bands and began pulling them painfully tight around her ankles, legs, and waist. When she finished, it no longer hung loosely around her, but instead fit well with contours and shape of her body. As Yarna worked, Oola tried desperately to move the mesh to cover herself as much as possible, moving it over her breasts and tugging at the bottom piece, but to no avail.Yarna then gave her a leather thong which Oola quickly put on. Even as she did so, she had to remove her hands and was met with a fresh wave of teasing that made her skin burn. As the final piece of her costume, Yarna removed Oola's glamorous headdress and replaced it with a shoddy-looking harness made from studded leather. As soon as she felt the leather touch the skin of her lekku she grimaced, the rough texture uncomfortable against her sensitive head-tails. The small cones that had been built into the harness were an extremely tight fit for her ears, causing Oola to gasp in pain; the sounds of the palace died down as they muffled her hearing. The pain the cones caused her refused to die down for several moments while the horrible things began to make her ears throb. This was more of a torture device than a casual decoration; Oola soon began to dread the days ahead she would have to wear it. The costume was complete, or so she thought. Suddenly from behind her, she felt something cold and metallic begin to move around her neck. Before she could scream or jump, it snapped around her throat. She spun around to find Bib fitting a collar around her neck, the band locking as it closed. She was surprised at first until she saw Bib walking back to his place by Jabba, carrying a long leash that connected to her new collar. Fear filled her entire body as she realized what was happening; the Hutt's major-domo leaning over to latch the end of the chain to something on Jabba's throne. Bib handed the leash to Jabba, and the Hutt gripped it with one of his fat hands as he turned to once again stare at Oola in her semi-nude appearance. She felt the metal dig into her neck and saw the beast beckon her to come close. Her body went numb again and her face twisted in despair. Not only would she never leave this palace again but now she could never leave Jabba's side.
Duties While Jabba's SlaveEdit
Trophy: While not dancing or pleasuring her master, Oola's duty was to act as a lovely trophy and decoration for Jabba's throne. As a Twi'lek clan chieftain's daughter with the body of a high-class Coruscanti model, Oola served as a status symbol for the Hutt, showing his power, wealth, and influence. While on her master's dais, Oola also acted as a distraction during her master's business dealing. Dressed in little more than a flimsy net costume her green skin was lewdly displayed for all passerbys to see, including any merchants, employees, or associates that came to speak to Jabba. These men who came to deal with the Hutt found their eyes wandering towards Oola's barely-covered breast, and their minds wandering towards fantasies of bending the Twi'lek over to sample the delights between her legs. While humiliated by the lecherous attention she received while in this position Oola was not allowed to cover herself or dissuade these voyeurs in anyway. Instead she was forced to do whatever she could to capture that attention and distract her master's guests. Sometimes in subtle ways, like slightly adjusting her costume to expose her barely-covered breasts, crawling provocatively across the dais, or giving sexy "come-hither" looks towards them. Other times it was more overt, where she would suck her master's tail, strip herself of her clothes, or touch herself, anything to take as much focus away from the discussion with her master as possible. If she did not perform adequately she would be punished harshly by her master, so Oola quickly became adept at this duty, shamelessly and desperately flaunting her sexuality so Jabba could gain an advantage.
Dancing/Stripping: Oola was extremely skilled in the arts of dancing due to her extensive training on Ryloth. She learned many different kinds of dancing forms that were provocatively erotic including grinding, twerking, booty clapping, lap dances, stripping, pole dancing, adagio acrobatics and apache acrobatics.
Cleaning: As Jabba's favored slave, Oola also had the unenviable task of attending the grotesque hutt's personal hygiene. With the amount of slime, waste, sweat, and scum Jabba's fetid skin secreted, he and his throne needed to be washed daily by the reluctant servant. This was sometimes done within his private bath chambers, or on busy or lazy days, the Hutt would simply have his Twi'lek pet wash him on his throne.
Within the bath chambers the Hutt would wade in to a massive pool, often attended by not only Oola but other slaves from his vast harem. While the Hutt relaxed in the warm uric waters his concubines would scrub and massage every inch of his slug-like body. Oola had the 'honor' of cleaning Jabba's front and tail-tip, where she could pleasure him if needed as he ejaculated in her mouth. The Hutt made sure the other slaves watched as he took her, splashing and screaming, with Oola turned to face them so she could see the horrified and disgusted expressions of her fellow pleasure slaves.
While on the throne Oola would only be given a small water pail and a sponge to wash her master. While Jabba slept or attended to business she would crawl across the throne gently applying the sponge to his fetid skin. If Jabba was feeling particularly sadistic, she would be forced to 'clean' Jabba's body using only her tongue, tearfully running it along every stinking crevice and fold of his nightmarish form. To Oola this was one of the most horrific services she provided for her master during her short life as his slave.
Sex/Prostitution: As Jabba's personal slave, Oola was subjected to not only to obey Jabba into having sex not only with the Hutt, himself, or Bib Fortuna, but she was forced by Jabba to engage in lascivious sexual acts by giving her body freely to other patrons as well; such as bodyguards, servants, and slaves - male or female.
Oola's HygieneEdit
Oola's DietEdit
Oola was fed mostly on scraps, usually from what little was left over after her master's meals. If she begged properly or if Jabba felt she deserved a reward after a particularly pleasing performance, Oola would be given a small bowl of her own. This often consisted of a few fruits and small strips of meat. The fruit was meant to maintain her vibrant beauty while the meat was often laced with laxatives, aphrodisiacs and hormones given to her by Bib Fortuna on orders from Jabba the Hutt. This cocktail of drugs made her more susceptible to Jabba's advances as well as causing her breasts and buttocks to grow in size over the weeks she was enslaved in the palace. By the end they strained against her netting and were much more likely to spill out of her costume while she danced or served her master.
While in Jabba's service, Oola was referred to as "pet", "my sweet mint", "slave", or "slut", almost never by her real name. This made her feel more like an object than a woman, breaking her will as she became more and more compliant. She was not given any other costumes other than her skimpy netted outfit, and never given any undergarments, which allowed her breasts to slip out of her costume as they were not restrained. Whenever she disobeyed the Hutt, he stripped her of all clothing and left her naked for many days, parading her around the palace on a short leash as the men laughed and whistled at her. She was forced to dance naked and have sex with Jabba from time to time both oral, vaginal, and anal, and usually in public so that the men in the audience would cheer for him, humiliating her. They would laugh as they watch her scream and struggle in her master's grasp, enjoying the sight of such a beautiful creature forced give herself to something so revolting.
As another part of her nightly degradation, the Hutt often forced Oola to pleasure herself as the grand finale to her performance. While the band would play a soft, seductive, almost mocking ballad, Oola would tearfully strip away her meager covering as the crowd of degenerates eagerly watched. Once naked she would lay herself before her master's throne, directly over the trapdoor that led to the pit below. There, with Jabba's lust filled eyes looming over her and bulbous arm raised menacingly over the trigger for the door, Oola would perform her most intimate dance for the scum of the galaxy to watch. Her lekku twisted on the sand strewn floor, her breasts rising and falling, and her moans loud enough to be heard over the subdued band and the crows who had quieted to listen. Shamefully she called out her master's name as she writhed under his gaze, begged him to take her, keep her at his side, and allow her to feel the pleasure only the Exalted One could give. Her cries of pleasure and words of submission were all part of the show, a way to show the Hutt lords domination over the beautiful slave he kept. But if Oola's humiliation did not please Jabba or she failed to cum before the song finished, the hutt would slam his fist and the ground would open beneath her. In the rancor pit Jabba would ensure that her next screams would be authentic. When she finished, bucking and whimpering as the band came to a rousing end, the crowd would erupt into applause and mockery. Pleased Jabba would call her to join him on his throne, where he would decide whether to take his pet to his private chambers or have her perform an encore for the crowd with his tail.
Oola's FateEditSeveral weeks after her enslavement to Jabba, Oola was able to speak briefly with C-3PO, who told her that Luke was indeed going to return to rescue them, and her hope was renewed. Her spirits high for the first time since her imprisonment, Oola performed the best dance of her life, which unfortunately would also be her last.
While dancing for her master, the graceful moves of her supple green body caught the Hutt's lust-filled gaze, and Jabba attempted to pull her close by tugging on the leash around her neck. Oola refused her master's advances, knowing all too well what would happen if she complied. In a fit of defiance, Oola pulled against the leash, shouting at the Hutt in an attempt to defend herself.
Amused by the slave's sudden spirit, Jabba pointed and mocked the slave's efforts, slowly inching her by force towards the seat of his throne. Unmoved by the Hutt's words and gestures, Oola continued shaking her head and refusing to budge, moving up and down to make it harder for Jabba to pull. The crowd of onlookers jeered and mocked the slave's efforts, hurling insults and laughs at the unfortunate dancer. After many days of defiance and constant refusal of Jabba's advances, the Hutt's patience had finally come to an end; despite his attraction to Oola's lithe form and limber, beautiful body. In one more attempt to get the slave to fall in line, Jabba yanked the chain with a mighty pull. Oola had endured enough of the Hutt's fury to know how he planned to punish her. She held her ground, trying to keep away, causing her breasts to fall out of her costume in a humiliating fashion while the onlooker's snickered. Oola felt her feet slide over the edge of the trapdoor through the bottom of her cheap leather sandals, but thought little of it, convinced that the Hutt would rather punish her instead of kill her. Jabba continued to pull, but still she rebuked him, yelling "no, no, never" in Huttese. Angered by yet another display of the girl's defiance, the Hutt had finally reached his breaking point. Activating the trap door in front of his dais, Jabba watched the Twi'lek suddenly lose balance. The floor beneath Oola shuddered and she staggered backwards, toes curling against the flat of her sandal. Suddenly, the floor beneath her dropped, sending her flailing into the depths below with a gasp and high-pitched scream.
The flimsy netting of her costume did little to protect her as she sailed down a stone slide, a metal grate blocking the end of the chute. As she approached, the metal grate opened, spitting the Twi'lek out of the stone slide and onto the sandy floor of a bone-laden pit that smelled heavily of rotten flesh, sweat, urine, feces and flatulence.As the stone slide spat Oola into the pit, her momentum carried her forward, causing her to roll helplessly onto the sandy floor. She scrambled to her feet and dusted herself off with a look above to see Jabba and his goons mocking her through the grate above. Her body trembled with fear, her hands absently stroking her wounded thighs that throbbed with pain from her awkward landing. The onlookers pointed and laughed at her misfortune as the green dancer gazed up at where she had been just moments before. The cold air of the pit below made her tender nipples harden and protrude out from under her costume, a sight she hoped would convince Jabba that he still desired her. Most of his favorite whorish makeup had already washed off of Oola's face, but she puckered her lips together to keep the lipstick thick and radiant for her master. He still wanted her. She knew he did.
But then the large metal door in the wall behind her started to rise. She jumped in surprise. Turning in apprehension, Oola watched the gate ponderously screech open. Her face twisted into a mix of emotions as she heard a low growl emanate from behind the rising wall. To her horror, Oola saw a giant beast step out of the blackness slowly and towards the light from the party above. Her face contorted in fear, her breathing constricted, and her body frozen in pure terror. Any thought of salvation was long gone. She screamed and stumbled back in horror. The onlookers applauded as the beast charged, roaring as its thunderous steps shook the palace. Oola scrambled for any cover she could find, crawling behind rocks and clawing at the walls. She made one more crying plea for Jabba to save her, reaching a hand up to her master with loud sobs and streams of tears. Jabba laughed obscenely at her hopeless pleas for mercy and licked his lip, salivating at what fate awaited her.
She turned towards the rancor. The beast had cornered her against the gate, and with nowhere left to go, Oola pressed herself against it, closed her eyes, and whimpered out a final prayer in her native tongue. The claws of the beast wrapped around her slender form and scratched against her body. The touch of the massive, sharp claws tore the cheap costume like a piece of paper. Normally Oola would be ashamed of revealing her spry, green-skinned body, but as far as she knew, this would be the last time anyone would ever see it. The rancor squeezed the dancer tight, pushing the air from her lungs, nearly suffocating her. Thick talons cut into her skin and held her in place, the helpless dancer still screaming and crying for help. Oola's feet flailed in hopes of kicking free, but her efforts only served to highlight the beauty of her nubile thighs and shapely legs for the onlookers above, who cheered in response. The brute held her aloft for a moment, eyeing her as a morsel while the Twi'lek sobbed for her goddess to help her. She could smell the putrid stench of the rancor's breath as it opened its mouth. The rancor lifted her wriggling, naked body towards its gaping maw. Oola screamed and struggled as she moved ever closer to the razor sharp teeth, her hands pulling at the tightly wrapped fingers of the beast.
Rather than eat her right away, the rancor instead dangled Oola above its head, enjoying the sight of its latest snack squirming helplessly in its grasp. Oola screamed wildly as the rancor dangled her upside-down as its maw gaped open below her, her lekku coming dangerously close to its razor-sharp teeth. She screamed for anyone to save her, but the onlookers were too busy admiring the last sight of her beautiful buttocks as it wiggled in the grip of the beast. Opening its mouth wider still, the rancor released its grip on Oola, and sent her plunging into the rancor's salivating maw. The creature's thick tongue curled around the Twi'lek girl, slowing her descent into its throat as it savored the sweet taste of supple meat its master, tongue sliding across her upper body with a mess of saliva. Oola's feet kicked wildly as she felt the putrid warm tongue slobber across her body, cheap sandals flying off her feet. The warm, leathery texture of the beast's tongue reminded her of the humiliating touch of the Hutt's own thick tongue, both as sickening and degrading as the other. She had little time to react before the first bite came just below her large breasts, thick teeth penetrating through her chest and ribcage, practically tearing her in half. The loud cracking of bones inside of the pit made the crowd above wince and hoot with approval. The dancer's muffled screams abruptly ceased when the blood from her broken lungs swirled through her throat. Oola tried to cough and take a last breath of life, but her ribcage had turned her lungs into something resembling one bloody, punctured pincushion. Whether she could accept it or not, the Twi'lek dancer's fate was sealed. The rancor let the dancer's body slide deeper down his throat, taking a second bite directly into the dancer's pelvis region. The two legs still dangling from the rancor's mouth twitched as her muscles tensed, feet flexing as a last, painful moment in the dancer's life. The rancor tilted his head back and let the desecrated remains of the Twi'lek's body slide down its throat, the last sign of Oola's toes vanishing as the rancor closed his mouth and sauntered back towards his sleeping area. In two delicate bites, Oola was no more. The life of the dancer was over and she was dead. The rancor belched in approval.
Although the dying screams and naked, struggling body of his favorite slave greatly aroused the obese Hutt, a brief feeling of regret crept through the Hutt's subconcious as he realized he was now without his personal pet. Never did Jabba let the feeling show through his jovial facade, however, his face maintaining the false, enthusiastic grin. What he did realize, however, was how hungry the rancor's performance had made him. He reached a hand into his personal snackquarium and tightly grasped a paddy frog. With one gulp, he swallowed the paddy frog and exhaled with contentment.
Reaction to Oola's Execution Edit
Oola's death was greeted very enthusiastically by the denizens of the palace. No one had much sympathy for the dead dancer, and the prevailing attitude was that she had received the punishment that she had deserved. Her execution had been one of the most memorable and popular kills in the rancor pit. The attractiveness of Oola's physique, the level of terror she expressed, and her struggle to preserve her doomed life combined to make for an exceptionally entertaining show.In particular, the great rancor's first crushing bite of the helpless dancer drew wild applause and cheers. The best part did not last long, as Oola was killed very easily and quickly compared to most of the rancor's meals. Despite that, it was still a heartily satisfying execution for both Jabba and his courtiers. It brought them even more pleasure than Oola's alluring dancing had.
Oola's reaction to her master's decision to put her to death for her disobedience was sheer terror. She begged for her life, and she did not have long to come to terms with her fate. When it finally became clear to her that she was about to die, she instantly regretted her decision to resist her master, and reluctantly admitted to herself that she would gladly allow her master to violate and utilize her body in any way he saw fit, as long as it would keep her alive. Her heart sank when she saw how eager her master was to watch her upcoming execution, and realized that there was no longer a way for her to avoid her violent, painful death. She struggled to stay alive for as long as she could, fleeing across the sand pit, but her efforts were in vain. Had her thoughts not been entirely consumed by her fear of the rancor, she would have felt quite humiliated that her death was being used as entertainment for the vile denizens of Jabba's Palace.
Oola felt an extreme amount of pain, the most she had ever endured, during the first bite into her sensitive skin. Dozens of sharp, stabbing teeth penetrated her soft, vulnerable skin. Her lekku and large breasts suffered the most agony and bled profusely when punctured, bringing the doomed Twi'lek girl closer to her inevitable grave. The last thought that ever went through her mind was a plea for her torment to end, though she still foolishly held out hope that it would not come in the form of her demise. She received her final wish when the rancor took its second bite into her torso and finally killed her. The loud, singular cracking of bones and simultaneous cessation of ear-piercing screams that heralded the unmistakable termination of the unfortunate dancing girl was received with resounding delight by the crowd. Jabba was pleased with the amount of visible pain his defiant slave showed while caught in the rancor's mouth. He was satisfied when her legs finally went limp. It was clear that Oola's life had ended.
At the time of her death, Oola's sleek, hairless vagina was incredibly wet, as her struggle with her master Jabba had caused her incredible excitement, even though it had happened unconsciously, against the wishes of her conscious mind.
Oola was one of the most succulent meals Jabba had ever given his pet rancor. She was too weak to provide much of a fight and was killed almost effortlessly by the beast, allowing it to savor the taste of her flesh without worrying about sustaining injury. Because of her large breasts and long, fleshy lekku, Oola carried more meat on her body than most comparable dancers, and she was young enough that she was still very soft, delicate and tender. The rancor consumed her slowly and rolled its tongue across her body as it devoured her to prolong the taste and lap up every drop of blood that spilled from her wounds.
Personality & Traits Edit
Oola was an ambitious and skilled Twi'lek dancer. She was eager for the opportunity to leave her homeworld to move on to bigger and better things. This aspiration would eventually destroy her, unfortunately, as it handed her in the hands of Jabba the Hutt. Oola was a proud and dignified person, enough to pleasure Jabba and submit to his desires erotically. Although, Oola can also be vain and shallow, which is what led her to her death. When she heard Luke was coming, she was filled with so much hope, it was incorporated into her dancing. Being a creature of passion, she expresses her disgust towards Jabba so much, she finally become bold enough to present her new-found petulance in front of him, which allowed him to lose interest in her.


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When plugged into the 110v, the electrical works without any issues.
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Here is a link to a site with great info on PUPs, you will find a Palomino owner who can help.
Thank you. I'll give that a try. It'd be great to get this thing fixed before the next trip.
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Banners are displayed in the Chapel on a rolling programme, and some can be seen at Mow Cop Methodist Church. Most of the orignals are preserved in the museum store.
Images of 105 oil paintings and banners havbe been digitised, and can be seen on a screen in the Museum, and online.
This has been made possible by a partnership project between the BBC and the Public Catalogue Foundation, which aims to create a complete online catalogure of every oil painting in public collections across the country.
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The film, which Variety called "an impressive contribution to Jewish cinema", represents 10 years of filmmaking and turns the cameras on four generations of Argentinean Jews, including a grandmother who survived the Holocaust. Papirosen serves as a meditation on family, history, the importance of storytelling, and the power of cinema itself.
Date: September 9, 2012
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Spurs Fans Pack Downtown to Celebrate Championship
Police reported no incidents as a crowd described as 'exuberant but respectful' crowded into downtown San Antonio to celebrate the San Antno0io Spurs' fifth NBA Championship, 1200 WOAI news reports.
Game Five at the AT&T Center was so lopsided that the crowd began parading the two miles from the arena to downtown at the end of the third quarter, as the Spurs pulled out to a twenty point lead over the Miami Heat.
When they got downtown, police had cordoned off a 'parade route' down Commerce and Houston Streets, for fans to drive around honking their horns, high fiving each other, and waving Spurs flags.
"I was in high school when they won on 03, 05, and 07," Justin Casias said. "This is awesome, I'm so excited!"
Justin Whitley agreed. "I feel great, I'm so glad that the Spurs won, I'm a true fan, we hold it down," he said. "People stepped on my brand new shoes and I don't care. I love them, and I hugged them."
Other fans made a beeline for Academy Sports and Outdoors, where lined began forming early to pick up officials Spurs NBA Championship merchandise.
Ernest Mandujano lined up at an Academy store before the game even began. He watched the game on his iPhone as he waited for what he knew would be a Spurs victory.
"I want a shirt, I want to get a shirt," he joked."
There were no incidents of violence or vandalism reported downtown, as the police appeared to get into the spirit of the celebration as much as the fans.
People who were staying in downtown hotels got into the swing of things.
"We'd rather here celebrating with everybody than being asleep in our hotel room," said Jesse Garza.
"You gotta come here, if you're driving, you'd better have a full tank, because you're going to run out of gas!"