**Chapter 854: The Fall of Nal Hutta**
**Scene 1: Annihilator – Dagon POV**
'Well, good news. Coruscant attack was stopped, similar to the original storyline, except some alternative—it happened a year earlier. Year 3 of the Clone War, month 5, week 2 to be exact. But hey, at least Dua Ningo is dead. That leaves the Mon Cala admirals, Lolouch, Dooku, and Palpatine left.'
Nal Hutta orbit.
Venator-class modified Star Destroyer *Ionic*.
Yeah, so I sent Zule and the rest of the harem back to Coruscant. Hopefully Zule's pregnancy would distract most of them and Sakura could explain to them the visions are fake.
Right, so where was I? Dagon thought as he finished destroying 3 Ubrikkian Cruisers of the Hutt fleet in his rocket nova made armor.
While the rest of the fleet of 40 Triumphs, 30 Nebulas and 30 Resurgents and 1 Liberator-class Battlecruiser eliminated the Hutt fleet of
10 Bou'Hallec Star Dreadnoughts,
90 Karabos Destroyers,
55 Ubrikkian Cruisers,
And 300 Marauder-class Corvettes.
Dagon Marek floated in the void above Nal Hutta, his Wrath Shield in Rocket Nova mode propelling him like a living missile through the Hutt defensive line. The massive 18-kilometer *Annihilator* loomed behind him, a gray titan directing the slaughter. The Hutt fleet—once feared across the Outer Rim—was disintegrating under the Republic's coordinated assault.
'Well, good news. Coruscant attack was stopped, similar to the original storyline, except some alternative—it happened a year earlier. Year 3 of the Clone War, month 5, week 2 to be exact. But hey, at least Dua Ningo is dead. That leaves the Mon Cala admirals, Lolouch, Dooku, and Palpatine left.'
He had sent Zule and the rest of the harem back to Coruscant days earlier. Zule's pregnancy needed proper care, and the visions haunting Ahsoka required explanation. Sakura would handle it. The girls needed to know the visions were not destiny—only possibilities.
Dagon accelerated, his armor's dark energy thrusters flaring as he slammed into an Ubrikkian Cruiser. The rocket nova mode granted him immense speed and power. He tore through the cruiser's hull with his dark-powered claws, planting charges deep inside before launching away. The ship exploded behind him in a brilliant fireball.
The rest of the fleet pressed the attack. Forty Triumph-class Star Destroyers unleashed coordinated torpedo salvos, while thirty Nebulas and thirty Resurgents provided heavy firepower. One Liberator-class Battlecruiser anchored the formation, its massive guns tearing apart Hutt capital ships.
The Hutt fleet—ten Bou'Hallec Star Dreadnoughts, ninety Karabos Destroyers, fifty-five Ubrikkian Cruisers, and three hundred Marauder-class Corvettes—fought desperately, but they were outmatched. Republic fighters swarmed their formations, picking off stragglers while capital ships delivered devastating broadsides.
Dagon watched another Bou'Hallec Dreadnought break apart under concentrated fire from the *Annihilator*. "This ends today," he whispered. "Nal Hutta falls."
**Scene 2: Dor'bulla Warship – Durga the Hutt's Ambition**
Hyperspace en route to Nal Hutta.
Dor'bulla Warship, 10,000 meters.
Hull: 45,900 (Capital)
Shields: 30,000 / [75/R] (Capital)
Speed: 2.8 | Acceleration: 0.075 | Turn: 0.15
Fighters: 4 / 12 | Bombers: 1 / 3
1212x Heavy Dual Turbolasers: 2 / 2.5s / 7.8km
2318x Medium Turbolasers: 2 / 2.0s / 6.8km
258x Heavy Dual Ion Cannons: 2 / 2.5s / 7.8km
84x Assault Concussion Missiles: 4 / 10.0s / 7.8km
84x Concussion Missiles: 4 / 10.0s / 4.8km
One of the rarest and most impressive warships used by the Hutts, the Dor'bulla is a massive symbol of their might. Intended to fight off the increasingly common corporate and government battlecruisers of either the Republic or CIS.
Durga the Hutt, ambitious I was to let Dagon of the Republic eliminate the Hutts on Nal Hutta and I take over the last of Hutt space.
This ship was being built over 300 years of Hutt time, since I was 30 years old, made to show that the Hutts are not to be trifled with. It can withstand anything.
Durga the Hutt lounged on his massive dais aboard the *Dor'bulla*, the 10-kilometer behemoth serving as both flagship and mobile fortress. The ship was a marvel of Hutt engineering—thousands of heavy dual turbolasers, medium batteries, ion cannons, and missile launchers covering every angle. Its thick hull and powerful shields made it nearly impregnable.
Durga's plan was simple and ruthless. Let Dagon Marek and the Republic destroy the rival Hutt clans on Nal Hutta. Then, with the power vacuum created, Durga would seize control of the remaining Hutt space. The *Dor'bulla* would be the symbol of his new reign.
"Status," Durga rumbled in Huttese, his translator droid converting the words.
"The Republic fleet is engaging the defenders above Nal Hutta," a aide reported. "Casualties are heavy on both sides, but our rivals are losing ground."
Durga chuckled, a deep, wet sound. "Good. Let the Dragon clear the way for me. When Nal Hutta falls, I will rise."
The *Dor'bulla* continued its journey, a monstrous shadow ready to claim an empire.