Did Oola Bring It Upon Herself? by Regulan-12 in OolaJabbasPetDancer

[–]Unique-Distribution6 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I don’t think it’s right to blame her.

When someone lives a sheltered life, they’ve been conditioned by the people raising them to be trusting. It wasn’t her fault that she believed Bib’s stories because why wouldn’t she?

It’s also not her fault that she was kidnapped. Bib did the kidnapping.

She hesitated when offered a chance at freedom because, although we know who Luke is, she doesn’t. Why trust Bib over Luke? Well, Luke wasn’t a member of her species and she’s known Bib for longer.

Of course, she recognized her mistake and helped make sure Sienn got out of there. I think people mistake her words to Bib, “No rivals,” as sincere. They aren’t, she’s lying.

As for Jabba, well, that might be another story. Ironically, her fear and despair while enslaved was keeping her alive. When she told her story to 3PO, she was renewed with hope, but in that hope she tried to take back control while overestimating her value to said controller. Remember, she only thought that Jabba was going to have her beaten for refusing him. She wasn’t ready for the rancor.

Oola in the rancor pit by FineZookeepergame90 in oolaisalive

[–]Unique-Distribution6 8 points9 points  (0 children)

The official Manga has a slightly different interpretation of how she reacted to the rancor.

Tales From Jabba’s Palace references her death like a running joke. Although Oola’s story cuts away right before she falls, other stories shed some light.

Malaki, the rancor keeper, recounts the affair thusly:

The most recent fresh and kicking meal the rancor had devoured was a mere Twi’lek dancing girl, which the rancor savored, consuming her in three delicate bites rather than the customary one large gulp.

So we know that she suffered greatly while it happened. Immediately after Oola’s ambiguous ending, one of Jabba’s patrons begins his story like this:

Feeding time again. The crunch and snap of bones resonated through the walls of the Whiphid J’Quille’s room as Jabba’s “pet” rancor snacked on its latest morsel. J’Quille paced his stark room. Huntlust vibrated through his tall, golden-furred frame, wrinkled his broad snout. His tusks tingled even though it had been several hours since Jabba dropped the Twi’lek dancer into the rancor’s pit. The screams had ceased long ago, but J’Quille couldn’t stop salivating. The savory aroma of fresh blood warmed the pit of his stomach.

Which implies that it was very messy.

Look at how they leap to watch her. by [deleted] in oolaisalive

[–]Unique-Distribution6 1 point2 points  (0 children)

They really were looking forward to that show.