Eebua Gnuda

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Biography

Lord Eebua Gnuda is a large hutt, over thirty feet tall, that had called Nal Hutta home before he was forced to relocate to the Smuggler's Moon. Always well connected within the swirling maelstrom of cloak and dagger diplomacy and outright backstabbing of Hutt Culture, Eebua had amassed considerable might and leverage among the other Hutts before he ever moved to Nar Shaddaa. With the downward spiral of Hutt interest on the moon, as a result of the perceived failings of Queen Zira and Lord Junda, it was only a matter of time before the powerful Hutt seized control of the Hutt Cartel for himself.

After claiming the helm of Cartel operations, the opportunistic and ambitious Hutt soon turned his eyes onto bigger things. Uniting the normally feuding Hutt clans behind himself in the pursuit of a common goal, Lord Eebua Gnuda began a civil war on the Smuggler's Moon to once more take claim of Nar Shaddaa fully for the hutts. His first angle of assault was on the major trading port within the starport district, at the time owned by Parmac's. Claiming the corporate trading enterprise as being guilty of cheating the hard working citizens of Nar Shaddaa from credits and other shady business dealings, Eebua led an assault on the enterprise from the comfort of his home in the Emerald Club. Defeat was inevitable and with the taking of the starport, it was renamed in his own likeness.

His war effort has since stalled, though not permanently, as shortly after acquiring his starport it was attacked and nearly destroyed completely by a cowardly terrorist attack. Several freighters filled with explosive material were flown into Hutt Warships flying protectively over the Starport, causing fiery death to rain down on the district and resulting in the deaths of thousands of innocent people... and his statue got messed up.

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Memorable Quotes About Eebua

"They're not helping you with this because you don't want them to," Hex returns. "If you and the other slugs were feeling cooperative, you would be able to go to Varl without outsiders, and still keep poor little Tarion Tavers under your thumb -- or you'd extract some other compensation for his freedom. If you're not feeling cooperative, you're feeling competitive. Relics from the mythical homeworld interest only you? I think not." Both brows lift. "You have hold over the other Hutts now, Eebua, but Varl won't save you from the ambitions of your own kind, any more than their own delusions of grandeur saved Zira, Junda, and the others. Your people are gonna let you die on that hill," he points at the monitors showing the Gearhead and Corellian Districts, "And then take over when you're spent. Don't try to tell me I'm wrong, you don't trust them either." One shoulder rises and falls in a shrug, "Doesn't matter to me any which way, though." Hex salutes, in a crisp fashion that calls back to his days in the Resistance. "See you on Varl." - Hex