A tall, pale-skinned humanoid, with distinctive, curling lekku and a pulpy chin roll, Bib Fortuna is the very epitome of male Twi'lek glamour. But, in truth, beneath the pallid complexion and behind soulless, pink eyes beats the limp heart of a cowardly Hutt lackey. Though he exalts in the respect and obedience his station, as majordomo to one of the Outer Rim's most feared crime lords, demands from those around him, Bib knows he is really little more than an errand boy and vassal for the will of his bloated master.

Under Jabba the Hutt's direction, the Twi'lek lieutenant orchestrates shady deals in illicit substances and contraband. At his master's bidding, he trades in slaves of his own kind, purveying and exhibiting their bodies for Jabba's amusement and that of his sycophantic guests. Little of the wealth and power that passes through Bib's clawed hands ever remains his own to keep. Even the acts of ambitious treachery that elevated him to the position of a Hutt's second were merely blind plays, made by a weak-willed man, caught in the tide of the criminal underworld and trying to stay afloat. The Twi'lek even fancies that he might one day overthrow the slug in some kind of glorious mutiny, seizing Jabba's assets as his own, but if he were truly capable of such a steely initiative, it would have happened long ago.

Now it is too late, for with the arrival in Jabba's desert palace of two droids, gifts of the self-proclaimed Jedi Skywalker, the dice are tossed in a game of fate far bolder than Bib could have conceived. Time has run out for Jabba and his criminal empire, and his acts of self-aggrandizing debauchery will finally swallow him and those who serve him too, for the Jedi are returned.