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For several months now, the Jedi had been aware of something, a distant voice that was slowly rising, tickling on the edges of the force. It was, as the most sensitive among them reported, like the long slow beating of a great drum. And for a moment, that voice fell silent, before the song began to be known. For most of the jedi or others attuned to the force, this echoing song was nothing more than a distant pulse, an echo on the cosmic winds. For those among the stars that made up Hutt Space however? This was a song of retribution, of a debt to be paid, that pounded in the bones like the heart of a star sized beast and was accompanied by the sky bleeding fire. Long had they wandered the outer rim in small bands after their creators had lost in the Sith Wars and greatly had they changed. Forgotten by most, the course of the clone wars shifted in blood and fire, as the Jotun Horde, as the Joyous Beast of Battle, descended. For a thousand years ago, a slave had done a warlord a kindness and moved his heart with a tale, and so he swore an oath. In fire the chains would be broken. In blood the chained set free.