Planet Nihari—
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Robin advanced with agonizing slowness, every movement heavy, reluctant, as though each step dragged him closer to a grave carved in his name. He felt like a man condemned, pushed forward by an unseen spear at his back. A long sigh escaped him; then he halted, hesitating, lost in thought.
Once, twice, thrice he even turned halfway as though he might abandon the path altogether… yet each time, after a pause weighted with doubt, he forced his feet forward again.
At last, after what felt like an eternity of inner struggle, he raised his head slightly. Before him rose a dwarf of a mountain—small compared to the giants of stone that ruled the land, yet unmistakable. Its shape was round, swelling from the flat earth like a seed striving to break the surface. Robin recognized it instantly. That mountain, humble and strange, was the one Jabba had chosen as the core of his daring scheme.
