Darth Voracitos
Chaos-God of Gluttony
Voracitos ate.
A great feast was being undertaken by the Coven of Gluttony, in honor of their Lord and their collective victories. Free Starved subjects who willingly joined mingle and rub shoulders with Hungered Vassals, served all by their enslaved brethren, sworn into service by bondage. It was officially illegal in the Empire to own slaves... but there was one exception Voracitos took absolute full advantage, beyond the spirit of the law. Regardless of the law, Voracitos would own slaves. Who would dare stop him over something so marginal?
Certainly not a sensible sith worth the head on his shoulders, or any imperial that loves his family with all of his privilege. Better them, than me. They would always say, but Voracitos always thought, Better all of you, for the sake of me.
Despite the celebrations, the humongous mind of Voracitos still had business to attend to, wealth to accrue, funds to spend, artifacts to commission for their acquisition, and Leviathan breeding to do. Lorrd did not seem to be an optimal place for those particular pets, and he was looking into developing something of a "private island" in space... he had heard down the grape vine and through his clairvoyance that such things existed... habitation spheres.
While his mind wandered the galaxy as his body feasted, Voracitos stumbled across various technological advancements he found himself to be found of. Reminding him of his days of funding the construction of his Girth of Gluttony, a project left unfinished in the absence of his full presence, due to his troubling death. It was a formidable vessel to be sure... but never achieved his materialistic desire for a magnum opus of his power in the physical realm.
Voracitos had evolved beyond those more simple desires after his arduous journeys through the Netherworld... but it did not mean he would stop indulging in them. Almost as an afterthought, he immediately began scouring the construction plans for something known as a Conqueror-Class Heavy Cruiser... equipped with some very high power beam cannons. It reminded him of the Girth of Gluttony's full intended might and fury. Now that the reconstituted Sith Empire reigned supreme as he had hoped it would... it is time to resolve other forms of unfinished business left behind in the wake of his death.
A Hungered Vassal by the name of Rosalunn Javil obeyed the commands of her master, and presented a holocall device to record his message. After an indication that it was recording, Voracitos began to drone his desires between breaks of eating.
"[member="Vanessa Vantai"]... constructor of the Conqueror. Your work has caught my eye," Voracitos's left cybernetic eye glinted briefly as he tapped it with a chubby index finger. Voracitos ate something whole, and swallowed, then continued. "I have a special project for you, that could use your technical talents. Name a price and I shall meet it, but ask no more than you deserve. My wealth is endless but my patience," Voracitos ripped something apart with his mouth, "Is not. Contact me on this device once you have received this message, and coordinates will be sent to you. I suggest you make room in you undoubtedly busy schedule... this could take some... time." Voracitos finished what he ripped apart.
"Voracitos, out." The message was ended, and Voracitos continued to peruse the universe in his minds eye, leaving his body behind.
A great feast was being undertaken by the Coven of Gluttony, in honor of their Lord and their collective victories. Free Starved subjects who willingly joined mingle and rub shoulders with Hungered Vassals, served all by their enslaved brethren, sworn into service by bondage. It was officially illegal in the Empire to own slaves... but there was one exception Voracitos took absolute full advantage, beyond the spirit of the law. Regardless of the law, Voracitos would own slaves. Who would dare stop him over something so marginal?
Certainly not a sensible sith worth the head on his shoulders, or any imperial that loves his family with all of his privilege. Better them, than me. They would always say, but Voracitos always thought, Better all of you, for the sake of me.
Despite the celebrations, the humongous mind of Voracitos still had business to attend to, wealth to accrue, funds to spend, artifacts to commission for their acquisition, and Leviathan breeding to do. Lorrd did not seem to be an optimal place for those particular pets, and he was looking into developing something of a "private island" in space... he had heard down the grape vine and through his clairvoyance that such things existed... habitation spheres.
While his mind wandered the galaxy as his body feasted, Voracitos stumbled across various technological advancements he found himself to be found of. Reminding him of his days of funding the construction of his Girth of Gluttony, a project left unfinished in the absence of his full presence, due to his troubling death. It was a formidable vessel to be sure... but never achieved his materialistic desire for a magnum opus of his power in the physical realm.
Voracitos had evolved beyond those more simple desires after his arduous journeys through the Netherworld... but it did not mean he would stop indulging in them. Almost as an afterthought, he immediately began scouring the construction plans for something known as a Conqueror-Class Heavy Cruiser... equipped with some very high power beam cannons. It reminded him of the Girth of Gluttony's full intended might and fury. Now that the reconstituted Sith Empire reigned supreme as he had hoped it would... it is time to resolve other forms of unfinished business left behind in the wake of his death.
A Hungered Vassal by the name of Rosalunn Javil obeyed the commands of her master, and presented a holocall device to record his message. After an indication that it was recording, Voracitos began to drone his desires between breaks of eating.
"[member="Vanessa Vantai"]... constructor of the Conqueror. Your work has caught my eye," Voracitos's left cybernetic eye glinted briefly as he tapped it with a chubby index finger. Voracitos ate something whole, and swallowed, then continued. "I have a special project for you, that could use your technical talents. Name a price and I shall meet it, but ask no more than you deserve. My wealth is endless but my patience," Voracitos ripped something apart with his mouth, "Is not. Contact me on this device once you have received this message, and coordinates will be sent to you. I suggest you make room in you undoubtedly busy schedule... this could take some... time." Voracitos finished what he ripped apart.
"Voracitos, out." The message was ended, and Voracitos continued to peruse the universe in his minds eye, leaving his body behind.