Zambrano the Starweird
The Black Prophet of Balagoth
Aboard a modified and Hyperspace rigged Seltiss-2 caravel...
Exiting Hyperspace in non-specific neutral territory, before an unidentified Space Station...
"Sssslut..." A flick of his fatty wrist cause a barbed cord to ripple quickly through the air to slash open the bare back of his last dispensable slave. He - since the Hutt had difficulty telling genders apart - essentially naked, and chained to the floor for the Hutts personal enjoyment. Surrounding his Throne - like a proper Zambrano - were numerous fallen slaves, all with the markings of various tools, items, and other oddities that the ancient psychopath found amusing. The living slave howled in pain as the barbs penetrated through his soft vulnerable fleshy skin, and wept a cry when the Hutt motioned to remove the weapon out of his back, bringing with it fleshy bits and the congealed blood of a dozen other victims.
This wasn't done out of malice however, no the Hutt had nothing against slaves, or people in particular for that matter. The being within the Hutt just enjoyed seeing flesh opened up for his examination, due to his intrinsic fascination with the biological aspect of the universe. More than that though, he enjoyed watching people writhe in pain, for the simple fact that pain was interesting to him. Pain was indicative of death, but people were wild when they were in pain; they appeared most alive when pain is induced, and life is the truly boggling mystery of the universe at large. However, there was something he inherently just could not understand: death. He was very curious about, experienced more than his fair share too... yet some how he was perplexed by it. People were afraid of death... as if it was somehow the end of everything... that it was to be respected. The Hutt did not understand this, and thus did not respect it. He was no more respected for dying four hundred times than a person who died only once, and from his experience death only made people more alive. So then... was he four hundred times more alive than everyone else?
He whipped the slave again, and the blood leaked freshly upon a floor drenched in the blood, already coagulated. It poured out of his body with tiny pools forming where the droplets fell, and running down towards the grate below the Hutt's throne: making tiny streams move around dried clumps of flesh stuff. The scene was exceedingly gory, and for the slaves still useful and alive, it silenced them. "I'm sorry, that was harsh. Words like that are meant for lovely people, and we are just friends. I suppose I just got carried away in the fun! " The gurgling laugh of the Hutt traveled through the dead silent barge, answered only by harrowing echoes and stifled moaning wimpers.
Moments later, the space station in the middle of no where (likely a shadow port of some kind), hailed the barge in a state of slight confusion. A Hutt Chariot like this one was never an interstellar vessel, only ever used between Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa, and the space station was awfully far away from Hutt space. The slave co-piloting the vessel received the hail and very bravely in a hush tone explained the situation. They were trapped in a ship with a psychopathic murderous Hutt that went by the name:
Exiting Hyperspace in non-specific neutral territory, before an unidentified Space Station...
"Sssslut..." A flick of his fatty wrist cause a barbed cord to ripple quickly through the air to slash open the bare back of his last dispensable slave. He - since the Hutt had difficulty telling genders apart - essentially naked, and chained to the floor for the Hutts personal enjoyment. Surrounding his Throne - like a proper Zambrano - were numerous fallen slaves, all with the markings of various tools, items, and other oddities that the ancient psychopath found amusing. The living slave howled in pain as the barbs penetrated through his soft vulnerable fleshy skin, and wept a cry when the Hutt motioned to remove the weapon out of his back, bringing with it fleshy bits and the congealed blood of a dozen other victims.
This wasn't done out of malice however, no the Hutt had nothing against slaves, or people in particular for that matter. The being within the Hutt just enjoyed seeing flesh opened up for his examination, due to his intrinsic fascination with the biological aspect of the universe. More than that though, he enjoyed watching people writhe in pain, for the simple fact that pain was interesting to him. Pain was indicative of death, but people were wild when they were in pain; they appeared most alive when pain is induced, and life is the truly boggling mystery of the universe at large. However, there was something he inherently just could not understand: death. He was very curious about, experienced more than his fair share too... yet some how he was perplexed by it. People were afraid of death... as if it was somehow the end of everything... that it was to be respected. The Hutt did not understand this, and thus did not respect it. He was no more respected for dying four hundred times than a person who died only once, and from his experience death only made people more alive. So then... was he four hundred times more alive than everyone else?
He whipped the slave again, and the blood leaked freshly upon a floor drenched in the blood, already coagulated. It poured out of his body with tiny pools forming where the droplets fell, and running down towards the grate below the Hutt's throne: making tiny streams move around dried clumps of flesh stuff. The scene was exceedingly gory, and for the slaves still useful and alive, it silenced them. "I'm sorry, that was harsh. Words like that are meant for lovely people, and we are just friends. I suppose I just got carried away in the fun! " The gurgling laugh of the Hutt traveled through the dead silent barge, answered only by harrowing echoes and stifled moaning wimpers.
Moments later, the space station in the middle of no where (likely a shadow port of some kind), hailed the barge in a state of slight confusion. A Hutt Chariot like this one was never an interstellar vessel, only ever used between Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa, and the space station was awfully far away from Hutt space. The slave co-piloting the vessel received the hail and very bravely in a hush tone explained the situation. They were trapped in a ship with a psychopathic murderous Hutt that went by the name:
Zambrano...
OOC: Okay, I hope that was an okay introduction! So just a little background so I don't fill the IC with useless information that Zambrano wouldn't care about enough to observe; this Space Station is near enough to Sith space to have heard stories of the Zambrano's, and fearing the worst has sent out a distress beacon. I specifically made sure I didn't make mention of where this was exactly as I wanted to make sure it was open as possible, but it is remote enough that travelling to it will be kinda out of your way.
But perhaps you're an opportunist hoping to pillage whatever is here!
Perhaps you're a good guy just trying to help out some distressed people!
Maybe you're just a dark sider that wants to wreck some havoc in the name of Zambrano's everywhere
I hope to make this a fun and enjoyable experience
But perhaps you're an opportunist hoping to pillage whatever is here!
Perhaps you're a good guy just trying to help out some distressed people!
Maybe you're just a dark sider that wants to wreck some havoc in the name of Zambrano's everywhere
I hope to make this a fun and enjoyable experience