Mid Sector 100, Planet Originos—
Behind doors that had remained sealed and heavily fortified for nearly a full century, Jabba gently placed one blood sample aside. Then, paf, he pulled another jar closer and set it before him, his face carrying an eager smile and a burning curiosity, like a child opening one holiday present after another without patience to rest.
Jabba occupied an entire floor of the building by himself. The place was enormous, a vast living space large enough to comfortably house ten separate families if it were divided into apartments.
Yet at this moment, the place felt suffocatingly cramped.
Walking across the room had become a challenge. Every step required careful movement, as the floor was crowded with countless jars of blood and sealed sample vials stacked in rows, piles, and careless clusters. Some were arranged neatly on tables, others piled against walls, while many simply occupied any empty patch of ground.
