Post by Sinister on Jun 17, 2020 22:22:42 GMT -5
The Alabaster Chalice was the pride and joy of Vorba's burgeoning little empire. A bright gleaming jewel in the endless black of space. His greatest glory. This would be her grand return to the galaxy at large, and the timing could not have been better. There was panic in the air on the edge of new hostilities. People would be ready to gobble up armaments by the millions, and he was just the Hutt to get it for them. But first, he needed to announce himself once again to civilization. He needed to appear strong enough to not kill outright, but not so strong that potential buyers were frightened off. If anything, he needed to create an air of great wealth and means, but only moderate competence.
It had been a week since Vorba had sent the advertisement out over all the holonet stations that he could manage. Nothing too conspicuous. Just a gathering of classy individuals who want to enjoy a luxurious few days on one of the most exclusive pleasure yachts in the galaxy. They had been given coordinates deep in former Hutt space that hadn't been entirely reclaimed as of yet. That would keep most of the riff-raff away. Many on the list caught his eye. A Sith expatriate, Exchange reps, and who knew who some of these others were. Vorba was not a name known to many outside of Nal Hutta, but many knew of his mother Bravma, understated as she was at times. That was what he must be as well. Understated.
He looked across the main floor of the casino that served as the main entrance into his vessel. It was bathed in neon lights in all directions. Purples, greens, yellows, blues. It was hypnotic, as was the rhythmic music pumping through the area to go along with the sounds of gambling machines all booting up and coming alive as they prepared to receive their guests. Male and female human and Twi'lek dancers scattered about, prepared to engage an elaborate routine. Holograms projected images of patrons winning big, getting comforting massages, and watching exciting pit fights. Vorba stood in an area where all who came in could witness him alone, and without his normal retinue of bodyguards. It was important. A show of either power or carelessness. Either perception benefited him. Though he did spare one glace up to the balcony where his bodyguard Igcho was no doubt hoping someone would try something. Crazy rodian was a bloodthirsty bipedal if he ever saw one. When at last the doors opened from the airlock zone and guests came forth, he greeted them with a show of mirth and excitement, his voice booming and arms wide!
"Ohhh ho ho ho, friends! Welcome! Welcome to the Alabaster Chalice! Make yourselves at home in my home! The facilities are at your disposal! I am at your disposal! Eat, drink! The night is ours!"
It had been a week since Vorba had sent the advertisement out over all the holonet stations that he could manage. Nothing too conspicuous. Just a gathering of classy individuals who want to enjoy a luxurious few days on one of the most exclusive pleasure yachts in the galaxy. They had been given coordinates deep in former Hutt space that hadn't been entirely reclaimed as of yet. That would keep most of the riff-raff away. Many on the list caught his eye. A Sith expatriate, Exchange reps, and who knew who some of these others were. Vorba was not a name known to many outside of Nal Hutta, but many knew of his mother Bravma, understated as she was at times. That was what he must be as well. Understated.
He looked across the main floor of the casino that served as the main entrance into his vessel. It was bathed in neon lights in all directions. Purples, greens, yellows, blues. It was hypnotic, as was the rhythmic music pumping through the area to go along with the sounds of gambling machines all booting up and coming alive as they prepared to receive their guests. Male and female human and Twi'lek dancers scattered about, prepared to engage an elaborate routine. Holograms projected images of patrons winning big, getting comforting massages, and watching exciting pit fights. Vorba stood in an area where all who came in could witness him alone, and without his normal retinue of bodyguards. It was important. A show of either power or carelessness. Either perception benefited him. Though he did spare one glace up to the balcony where his bodyguard Igcho was no doubt hoping someone would try something. Crazy rodian was a bloodthirsty bipedal if he ever saw one. When at last the doors opened from the airlock zone and guests came forth, he greeted them with a show of mirth and excitement, his voice booming and arms wide!
"Ohhh ho ho ho, friends! Welcome! Welcome to the Alabaster Chalice! Make yourselves at home in my home! The facilities are at your disposal! I am at your disposal! Eat, drink! The night is ours!"