Hutt Padme... COMPLETE

Ziro the Hutt was unusual among his kind.  Most Hutt were vile, but completely untroubled by that fact.  But Ziro... was different.  Not only did he speak the common galactic tongue, he had... doubts.  Neuroses.  Complexes.  His soul was twisted, troubled, and always at war with itself.

Ziro knew that he loathed Padme Amidala for foiling his plans on several occasions, but his hatred went beyond the obvious reasons.  There was just something about her that enraged him.  Something that stuck in his craw, something that made his brain physically itch with virulent anger.

If he had a bit more self-awareness, Ziro would have been able to admit that he was jealous of Senator Amidala.  He was envious of her beauty, her grace, and the admiration those qualities caused in others.  Most Hutts had no qualms about their appearances, but Ziro was keenly aware that they were, ultimately, considered ugly by most people.   It was one thing to know it, but another thing to feel it.  Ziro felt it.  He was one of the few Hutts who saw his own reflection and felt the same loathing that others did.  All his grandiose bravado, all of his flamboyant affects, his tattoos and feathered ornaments, they were just props to compensate for the simple fact that he couldn't stand himself.  

One day, Ziro overheard a conversation about "strand-casting," and an idea formed inside his mind.  An idea that became an obsession.  He thought of the spotless Amidala brought down to his level, to be made to feel the sting of disgust, to see her beauty subsumed by Hutt ugliness.  He was glad, at last, that all his attempts to kill her had failed -- what was he thinking?  Death was too quick for her.  He wanted her to feel what he did.  Since he couldn't steal her beauty for himself, the next best thing would be to ruin it, forever.

It took much time and more money than he had, but his plan worked.  

He kidnapped her, had her injected with his own DNA, and watched with sick glee as Padme Amidala slowly morphed into one of his kind.  Every tear and wail from her holding cell was the sweetest of music to Ziro, and he positively writhed with joy as her anguish intensified. 

At last, he had achieved the ultimate revenge!

But then, something happened that he did not foresee.  Ziro's mind was always at war with itself, and one day, it changed sides.  Seeing Amidala like this, transformed, transmogrified, humiliated, and lessened... he suddenly felt a rush of intense infatuation.  His hatred vanished and changed into something like love.

"Oh, my precious Amidala!" he professed to her, "you'll see, you'll see that this was all for the best, you finally understand... oh, you are sickeningly lovely, my dear!  In time, you will... oh!  My dear, you deserve a new name, a name that fits the new you!  Henceforth, you shall be known as... Zira.  Zira the Hutt!  Yes!"

Ziro was too infatuated to fully understand the true meaning of her sly smile.  He didn't understand the depths of HER desire for revenge, and her much greater subtlety and patience.  

Ziro only understood when Amidala -- or Zira, rather -- usurped his position, his wealth, his criminal empire, and reduced him to nothing. 

Ziro the Hutt ended up in her belly, a mere meal for the much greater Hutt that would replace him, and eventually take her place at the head of the Huttese crime world.  

In his last few seconds of awareness, he at least found some measure of peace.