Post by Sinister on May 26, 2020 16:06:31 GMT -5
 Vorba the Hutt Full Name • Vorba Urbjull Gordeash Nickname • Vorba the Hutt Race • Hutt Birthplace • Nal Hutta Age • 397 Gender • Male Faction • Fringe Concept • An enterprising crime boss looking to fill the void left by the Grand Council Languages • Huttese, Galactic Basic, Rodian, Bith, Duros, Devaronese Assets • A vast fortune of ill-gotten gains both hereditary and those he has amassed personally over the last few centuries The Alabaster Chalice- A pearly white pleasure yacht filled to the brim with the latest in luxury refinements. It has its own mobile casino, club, arena (filled with rare and dangerous beasts from many worlds), and companionship to suit any number of tastes. It sports no weapons, but it is always escorted by it's sister ship. Vorba spends most of his time here, mingling with various guests. The Ruinous Intent- This corvette is the crown jewel of Vorba's possessions. A top of the line craft designed by his personal thinktank of scientists and ex-military veterans, the Intent is a sleek and fast ship, more nimble than most others in its class. It sacrifices some defensive capability, but can jump in and out of hyperspace faster than most ships would be capable of reacting, and it's filled with less-than-legal modifications for civilians. It is typically accompanied by a series of starfighters including a handful of assault ships. Grey 601- The massive asteroid which houses the beating heart of Vorba's criminal enterprise. It was here that he hid from the destruction of his brethren on Nal Hutta. In construction and in various states of staffing throughout the last century, the facility is at last entirely operational. Here, any number of illicit goods are manufactured and prepared for distribution, but advanced and experimental weapons make up the bulk of it. While Vorba doesn't understand everything about production himself, he understands ambitious people. Thus he offers large payments with nothing in the way of ethical oversight. Some ships are constructed here as well, though the Ruinous Intent is easily the largest they have attempted so far. Narcotics production also happens here, but no slaves are processed. He's fine letting the Exchange and the Suns have that market share in turn for some goodwill with potential Pubbie buyers. Bipedals get antsy about slaves. The station's location is a secret guarded by blood and fear. Appearance Face Claim • Art Credit: Ben Zweifel Height & Weight • 5'6" tall, 10'6" long, 2,217 lb. Overall Looks • A typically robust Hutt, though not massive enough in girth to inspire absolute envy yet. His great hide is a greenish-blue with various yellow and red tones throughout as well. He is often adorned in robes designed to showcase his vibrant opulence. His great yellow eyes narrow and command fear and respect from his legions of underlings. He is still moderately young and fresh at 347, and doesn't have quite as many noble creases as his forebears, and sometimes moves at a pace near human walking-speed. Personality Profile Vorba, like many of his brethren, is cruel, calculated, and ethically bankrupt. An egomaniacal overlord with a taste for any sort of material comfort and wealth that is within his power to acquire. But despite these traits, he understands the necessity of good marketing. Prior to the Acheri invasion, he kept his public image cleaner in Republic space, balanced that with a reputation for prompt delivery with the Sith, and until now has mostly kept his nose out of the business of the other Fringe factions. He is generally very agreeable and magnanimous to his employees, and does well by those who serve him. He understands that one must spend money to make money, and he has done a great deal of both. Vorba knows how people work and understands what buttons to press to get what he desires. Of course, in private or to his enemies, Vorba is much like any other Hutt crime lord. He prefers the direct approach of widespread disintegrations. But he has been selective in choosing his opponents. While he's grown bolder recently, feeling to the time to strike has presented itself, he usually only preys upon antagonists he feels don't represent much of a threat. In this, his instincts has usually been strong. Background Mother • Bravma Urbjull Gordeash, 749, Criminal Matron, Killed by the Acheri Other Important Connections • Dr Jolbass Ykr, 64, Duros scientist and head researcher at Grey 601 Igcho, 37, Rodian Personal bodyguard and enforcer for Vorba Overall History • Vorba was born to the great Bravma the Hutt of the Urbjull kajidic during a time of great prosperity for the clan. While his childhood and adolescence were more or less traditional for the scion of a great Hutt clan, his mother was a clever woman and made sure to impart to him the value of discretion and caution. While the Hutt tradition of opulence and overt displays of power was all well and good, she was a firm believer that one should only ever reveal less power than they actually wielded. She herself controlled a rather sizable fortune from sales of Spice, but had grander ambitions, setting the groundwork for what would become her son's weapons empire in secret without informing the Grand Council. Vorba grew in an interesting time, when the galaxy was still recovering from the carnage that was unleashed upon it by Darth Revan and Malak as well as the Mandalorian Wars, and was putting itself back together slowly when it seemed to at all. His mother made sure to instill that periods of great turmoil represented the greatest opportunity for growth and profit. But one must not make their move too quickly. To be a Hutt was to live long enough to make an incredible number of enemies, and to have the power of patience on one's side. When he had barely grown beyond a Huttlet, Vorba and his clan relocated from Nal Hutta to the glorious jewel of Nar Shaddaa, where his mother began expanding in earnest, and he began to understand the family business. He started to learn under the careful hand of his elders, dipping his toes into the galactic economy for the first time through money lending. collecting on debts taught him the seedier, more violent side of the trade, and he assembled mercenaries, bounty hunters, and general rowdy leg-breakers to do his bidding. The descendants of some of these toughs are still in the family organization under his command. While ages passed, and galactic troubles including the return of the Sith came and dynamics changed, the politics of Nal Hutta and her moon rarely did. Rivals moved in, they traded territory, rivals moved back, etc. New profits were made and old ones were surrendered. But in the end, the Hutts grew wealthier all throughout while rivals wasted their pitiful lifespans clawing at scraps. It would take something massive to change the dynamic, and Bravma had been working on a plan for centuries. She took her son to the nearly completed Grey-601 installment in his pearly pleasure yacht while the Sith and Republic were in one of their momentary ceasefires, and he bathed in its magnificence. It was a place which was nearly undetectable by any sort of measurement, and filled with brilliant minds all working to their benefit. She was waiting for the right moment to unleash all the power it would give to their clan, because she knew the Grand Council would be clamoring for their cut, and she had no intention of sharing. Vorba saw this place as a type of glorious playground, and he quickly set about commissioning the construction of a great corvette for his own personal retinue as soon as his mother was away in hyperspace. He stayed behind with his yacht while Bravma sped back to tend to her holdings. He was content to poke around for awhile. But word soon came through the comms of something nightmarish that had appeared on the horizon. The Acheri had arrived in the galaxy, and everything was suddenly thrown into chaos. Vorba had a well-supplied facility at his disposal, but he felt his only chance of surviving the conflict with his power intact was to wait it out, and hope for a victory for the Republic and Imperial forces. It was a long, bloody affair with the Hutt growing more anxious as it dragged on. And soon, intelligence reports on long-rang scanners told them of the terrible truth. Hutt space had been ravaged by the Acheri Plague, and the Grand Council had been decimated. The long list of casualties included his mother, among thousands of others, and millions of unidentified deaths. He was devastated, but quickly, his mind turned to profit. The power of the cartels was shattered. There was no safety in flying out, and little left to try and save. He wagered everything on a galactic victory against the Acheri, all while building his vessel and arms up in conjunction with the resident scientists and technicians, who were merely happy to have some distraction and a chance at a life after it was all done, if they survived. And at last, after what seemed an eternity, with the Ruinous Intent nearing completion, word came. The Acheri were broken. Their hive destroyed. All breathed a sigh of relief and celebrated. But Vorba was just beginning to plot. Now that his preparations are finished, his battleship prepared, and countless weapons and other illicit contraband are prepared for shipment, Vorba has left Grey-601 for the first time in years with the goal of forging a new criminal empire and fighting for control of vice in the galaxy. Now he just needs to find new partners... |
