Recent content by Arok Desilijic Nor'baal

Amidst the swirling mists of hyperspace, the sleek silhouette of Arok's personal war barge, the Lament, emerged, cutting through the void like a predatory serpent. Within its opulent chambers, Arok the Hutt reclined upon his throne, his bloated form draped in a silken cape of crimson and gold...

Good! the witless worms of the Senate saw through the Imperials fraudulent lies. Of course, the Hutts where correct - they always are! Arok mused to himself as the Corporate Alliance Senator and others made their remarks. He ignored the jibes of the gutless Imperials, and instead remembered what...

Arok was fed up of waiting, so he signalled his intention to speak, and - following a nod from the speaker - did so. "Members of the Senate, I will begin by noting that the 'Hutt Empire' does not have full and proper represenation to this Senate. Instead, this body made it clear that only Nal...

Given there was a war on, Nor'baal had sent an Ambassador, his own beloved Son, Arok, in his stead. The younger Hutt sat in his pod, watching as the opening speech by a Senator he had never heard of made some trumped up speech broadly suggesting 'War. Bad.'. He looked at the speaking order...

"Hopefully not." Arok replied to Gurk, waving over the Mandalorian hired to support the mission. Once the man had arrived, Arok would get the skiff moving with a simple instruction to his droid, an focus his attention on his 'inner circle' for the mission itself "I am not expecting trouble, but...

Quite simply, the journey over to Mimban had been hell. Not just for Arok but undoubtedly for the other passengers on the trio of CT-1000 Liners which had made their way from Tatooine. Arok had sat at the back of the ship, complaining the entire time, but the other passengers had been relatively...

A flash of unadulterated terror spasmed through the Hutt as ever-so-briefly it looked like his projectile would ding off of the Trandoshan, to no effect. Arok felt a sense of relief wash over him as it detonated - or perhaps that was just the heat from the blaster. Deciding not to admit to his...

That certainly seemed to rebalance the scales in their favour. Keeping his weapon levelled at the Trandoshan, Arok mulled his options. He didn’t have his father's reputation and financial clout, so he couldn’t just throw credits around like it was going out of fashion. Neither did he have the...

Skelgok was quite correct. Mandalore was an arid planet with a brutish and uncultured populace. Many locals were more interested in killing one another than in doing anything productive on behalf of their betters. Arok wondered if his father had lost his grip on sanity by suggesting they expend...

Arok puffed out his chest as Preef reminded Randosh Klaw of his place in the pecking order. He had planned to return to his father's Palace and inform the Supreme One of this disrespect - yet Preefs plan no doubt had more merit; it enabled Arok to project his power, not just that of his father...

Arok had never been to Mandalore before. He had never had to do so. Dominated by a warrior culture of late, the planet had spawned iron-clad militias that seemed hell-bent on causing trouble for the more discerning members of the galactic community. It was not a world upon which the Hutt Clan...

Emminence. Now that was a title Arok could get used to - perhaps one day, when his father's bulk was no longer taking up space on the throne, Arok could command all in the Cartel to refer to him with such lustre? He chuckled to himself as he entertained that particular thought. Preef Callo was a...

. Dauau Bargon The Hungering Prince Randosh Klaw, one of the leading hunters of Nar Kanji, is famed across the region for his hankering for flesh. Apparently believing it 'lends him the strength of his enemies' the Trandoshan Princeling has been a menace to Nar Kanji for too long...

A head? It was certainly one of the more novel gifts to hand over. Perhaps it was a threat - Arok was unsure. His father did business with the Zaa Fenn, so handing the severed head of one of their members over to them was probably not the compliment the man had intended it to be. Whilst his...

His eyes never left the Gamorrean fights as the gifts were presented. Arok left his sister to flatter the other guests, including his own cousin, only returning to pay attention to the matters at hand when Moghra pulled it back. Rancors? Arok nodded appreciatively. There was something portentous...