Star Wars Bio: Lippi VittbugSpecies: Human
Homeworld: Yaga Minor
Era: New Republic
Lippi Vittbug (nee Vorsky) is the wife of the Imperial banker, Vislor Vittbug.
Born on the fortress world of Yaga Minor, Lippi studied psychology at the Imperial University. After graduation she joined the Imperial Security Bureau. She worked as an interrogator, questioning those suspected of disloyalty to the Empire. Excelling in this role, she quickly reached the rank of major.
Lippi met Vislor Vittbug when arranging security at a charitable event. The banker instantly fell for her cool blue eyes and stern manner. After their marriage, Lippi resigned from the ISB and took up the role of socialite housewife full time.
Having spent her career working in Imperial detention centres, she greatly enjoyed the change to yacht parties and racecourses. Lippi does not share her husband's enthusiasm for land speeder racing, but adores the social connections that the Canntrop Grand Prix offers. Lipp
In the capital of the outer rim planet of Hemos, opportunity was in very short supply. At one time, it had been a hub for trade in the region but after years of war and eventual Imperial conquest it was now a world depleted of its resources, leaving the city to fall into a state of almost complete ruin with partially collapsed high rises, derelict factories, and piles of debris strewn throughout. A lack of jobs left most of the citizens barely able to fend for themselves, the few opportunities that were left were usually shady at best to downright criminal at worst.
Being a slicer, Kina'larn liked to think that she leaned more to the shadier side as she wasn't directly involved in any major crimes. Sure, the Galactic Empire generally thought of those who sliced into computer systems for personal gain as outright criminals, but as long as one was smart enough not to slice into any of their computers or data ports, the authorities usually didn't bother them too much.
It was a mistake that the young blue twi’lek was determined to make only once in her life, the cost of destroying her tech combined with the stress of fleeing her home world was almost too much to bear; but it was still a relatively small price to pay compared to the possibility of getting shuttled off to a prison planet to potentially get worked to death. The thought of which made both of her lekku, the long fleshy appendages that protruded from the back of her head and draped down to her waist, tingle with distress.
She was fortunate to find herself a small room in one of the few remaining apartment complexes that were still maintained at all. Even so, Kina couldn't help but look at the walls of her apartment; littered with holes, chipped paint, stained with something that she’d surmised was dried blood and think things could be just a little bit better.
The doorbell chimed.
She cautiously crept to the entrance of her residence. Peering through the peephole; she found a tall red skinned, purple haired Zeltron gentlemen in an impeccably tailored suit that put her more casual attire to shame.
She activated the door open and greeted the man with a half-smile.
"About time," She scoffed. "I swear, Neros, if you get any later with these payments I might just have to reconsider our contract."
"My apologies," Neros slid his hand under his lapel and retrieved an envelope. "Things have been a bit busy at the palace lately. Hardly been able to get any sleep much less get payments out."
"Yeah, yeah," Kina grabbed the envelope from him. "All I know is this woman’s got to eat and I can't do that without credits."
She dumped the credits into her palm, a look of discontent spread across her face as she counted them.
"Um..." She rolled the payment in her hand. "You guys a little short right now? This is about half my normal rate."
"That is the proper amount," He straightened his tie. "A major shipment you were supposed to divert to us got rerouted back to its original owner. Since you failed to get us that shipment, the boss felt it appropriate to dock your pay."
`"But, that's not fair," She shouted. "I worked all day and night slicing into various networks to get the information on that shipment, besides it’s not my fault, they turned around because there was a supernova on their course! I can't predict those sorts of things!"
"Be that as it may, we took a huge loss and that didn't make the boss very happy. So, as a consequence, you'll be getting half of your normal rate until the loss is covered."
"What?!" She snarled. "Ok, listen here you two-timing creep, it takes a lot of time, effort, and money to do all of this! If that slimy worm thinks he can get away with cheating me like this, he's got another thing coming. I've got all kinds on incriminating information on him, all I got to do is tip-off the Imps and..."
"You seem to have forgotten your place, Kina." He glared her down, his words booming in her ears. "You work for us, which means we will pay you what we think you deserve. If you wish to dispute that, I can take you to the palace where I'm sure that master Akha would be more than willing to deal with the issue himself. So, is this going to be an issue?"
Kina squirmed as a sharp throbbing shot through her lekku.
"I ask you again, is this going to be an issue?"
"No." She grumbled.
"Well, then there's nothing more to discuss." Neros turned to leave. "Good bye, Kina. See you again soon."
As he disappeared down the hall, Kina slammed the door close button with her fist. As much as she hated to admit it, Neros was right, when someone worked for a Hutt they usually had little room to negotiate. It was just frustrating to have years of hard work and bargaining thrown away in a matter seconds.
She meandered to her bed, dropping herself down to ponder what to do next with her life. As far as options went there were little, of the few jobs that existed on Hemos there were almost none she'd actually consider doing and she couldn't move from the planet, she didn't have near enough credits for that. Kina rubbed her eyelids then pinched bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger as she settled on the fact that there was nowhere else to turn. Nowhere except for one possible option, but it was too crazy to even dream about, it would mean giving up everything she'd known and worked so hard to build. Then she took another look around her apartment, examining what meager possessions she had.
After spending the previous night pondering, a decision had been made and now as Kina ventured out toward the east side of town, she could now only hope that she was making the right one. All of her belongings were packed into the knapsack slung over her shoulders and was going to meet her contact at an abandoned factory on the other side of the city. When she arrived at the old, derelict metal ore processing plant, she pushed through the big double doors which creaked open to reveal a dark room filled with rusted machinery and assorted tools scattered all over the floor.
Alright, I’m here. She thought. Where the hell are they?
She swung her pack around her right elbow to grab flashlight then slipped the pack back onto her shoulder and scanned the area with the thin beam of light. Kina walked deeper into the building to search the darkness for the person she was to talk to. Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the waist and held a knife to her throat.
“Move and you’ll die, Twi’lek!” A metallic voice squelched at her.
Without hesitation, she grabbed the attackers arm, moved the knife from her throat and flipped them on their back. The attacker tried to get up, but Kina jumped on and wrestled the being to the ground.
“Who are you?” Kina grunted. “What do you want with me?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” The attacker growled.
The attacker then elbowed Kina in the ribs which made her let go of the person, who then got up and kicked her in the gut. Hurting and out of breath, the twi’lek pushed herself to try to get up before she was attacked again.
“You pathetic whelp,” The attacker laughed. “I’m surprised that no one has made a slave of you yet, you certainly fight like one.”
That comment made Kina huff with rage, pick herself up quickly, then lunge herself at the attacker and pinned them to the floor.
“Not bad,” The attacker commented, straining against the pin. “You made a few rookie mistakes but otherwise well done.”
“What?” Kina grumbled in confusion. “What are you talking about? Who the hell are you?”
“Well let me up and I’ll explain.”
Kina pondered the attacker’s words, then relented. “Alright, but your explanation better be good. You know I can take you down.”
“Oh please, I let you win.” The attacker got up and went to remove their mask. “Although, it wouldn’t take much training to make you a more competent fighter.”
When the mask was removed and the hood of their cloak taken off, it revealed the orange face of a female togruta with white diamonds on her cheeks, blue and white striped horns on top of her head called montrals that lead down into similarly patterned lekku which were kind of like Kina’s only skinnier with two draped down in front of the shoulders and one down behind that stemmed from the back of the head.
“My name is Tortai Haar,” The togruta said. “And I’m here to assess you for your recruitment to the Rebel alliance.”
“Assess me?” Kina scrunched her face in confusion. “I never thought anyone ever needed an assessment, I just thought you just kind of showed up and joined the group.”
“For the lower ranks maybe,” Tortai said. “But someone with your skill set, we need to make sure you’re ready for anything and truly willing to commit to the cause.” She looked around. “Hmm, a bit dark in here, isn’t it? I say we change that.”
Tortai pulled a small lantern from her belt and turned it on, illuminating a large area in the building.
“Ah, much better,” She took off her cloak and set down a large pack, then pulled out a data pad and started scrolling. “Let’s see…Ah, there you are, Kina’larn, correct?”
“Yeah, I…” Kina shook her head. “Wait a minute, you really think you just lure me out to this creepy place, attack me with no provocation whatsoever, then just explain it way by claiming that you’re with the Rebel Alliance and expect me to go with you?” She started to walk away. “No way you’re out of your mind, lady. My parents didn’t raise me to be anyone’s patsy.”
“Very well,” Tortai called after her. “Make sure to keep telling yourself that as you continue to work for Akha the Hutt.”
Kina stopped in her tracks and snapped back around to see the grin on Tortai’s face. “How do you know about that?”
“It’s my job to know,” Tortai returned her attention to the data pad. “I have here just about every know bit of your background, your early life traveling with your parents, your trouble with the Empire, and of course, your current employer.” She looked up. “It’s my job to assess you, remember?”
“Yeah, I understand that, but how did you get so much information on me so quickly.”
“Can’t tell you,” Her grin widened. “All I can say is that I have connections, connections that say that you’re not happy working for Akha the Hutt.”
“Yeah, that’s very true,” Kina folded her arms across her chest. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to run off with the first nut-job who claims to be a part of the Alliance.”
“Oh, I don’t claim to be,” Tortai walked up to the twi’lek. “I am with the Rebel Alliance, it’s the only reason we’re having this civilized chat. Just about anyone else would have just stunned you and hauled you off or killed you by now.”
“That is also true,” She pursed her lips to the right of her face. “I just don’t know…”
The togruta put a hand on her right shoulder. “Look, I know this is a hard choice, you either stay stuck in your current rut, keeping your fingers crossed that things might improve or you run off and join a terrorist organization that by its very nature is highly unstable. I faced a similar decision myself not too long ago. The only thing I can say is that there are days that I almost regret it, but I always know that had I not left, I would’ve definitely regretted it.”
Kina looked Tortai right in the eyes, only now noticing the small of dark circles under them and the hint of a strained look on her face.
“Alright,” The twi’lek relented. “So, how much more assessment do I have to go through before I’m in?”
“Quite a bit, actually,” Tortai packed up her data-pad then lifted her pack by her shoulders. “But since were in a bit of a crunch for time and considering your former employer, the assessment will be conducted over the course of the missions that we will perform together.”
“How many missions?”
“Hard to say,” Tortai nodded her head back and forth. “But I would say about a dozen or so, depending how well you perform and whether or not you earn our trust.”
“Well,” Kina mused out loud. “I suppose anything is better than working for a giant, slimy worm.” She extended her right hand. “I’m in.”
Tortai shook her hand and smiled wide. “Glad to have you, Kina. I look forward to working with you.”