There was a small window that showed them the throne room outside their moldy smelling cell. A hooded figure was stopped from entering the throne room by Fortuna. By now, the palace's occupants were sleeping off the booze and partying, including Jabba.<br/><br/>"He sleeping!" Fortuna whispered to the hooded figure.<br/><br/>"I must speak with him." The figure said calmly. "You will take me to Jabba now." The figure said authoritatively, making a hand sweeping motion across the albino Twi'lek's eyes.<br/><br/>"I take you to Jabba now." Jabba's majordomo parroted back and led the hooded figure into the throne room.<br/><br/>The hooded figure entered the throne room and cast back his hood to reveal it was Luke.<br/><br/>"You weak minded fool!" Jabba said, throwing Fortuna off the throne pedestal. "He's using..an old Jedi Mind-trick!"