Vor has seen countless battles over his lifetime. Ever since he was out of the cloning pod, Vor fought. He fought for survival at first, with the weak, rusty armor and cleaver of a regular butcher, sent to the frontlines without a second thought. Just the guy with the huge knife who is expected to charge at heavily armed foes and then try to make dents. If it was luck or cunning that made Vor survive, not even he knows. He was regularly stationed in infested areas. It was easy to cut through the wretches, the cleaver slashing through them like they were made of butter. Of course there were bigger threats, like those lumbering hunks of tumorous flesh and fossilized armor that took more than a few swipes to put down. Vor still chuckles a bit at those memories. Good times, he remembers. The thrill of close combat, dodging the swipes of the creatures as he carved them apart with his own swipes. The feeling of being in the frontline, screaming as he charged the creatures, which in turn charged at him with their own roars. A salute of sorts. His brothers behind him, backing him up as their peppered the creatures with bullets.
Vor survived past those times, his intelligence allowing him to see past the rage that seemed to overcome his comrades in battle. He took cover when the other butchers charged at the enemy, waiting for the lancers and gunners to pin the enemy down before jumping out and chopping every last one of the cowering enemies to pieces. He sometimes had to take part in the blind charge, as his comrades needed him to be a distraction. By luck, he almost always made it to the enemy without more than a few wounds. Eventually, Vor was granted a Grakata rifle, a rusting piece of scrap metal, additional armor, and a mask. Vor refused to wear the mask. He wanted his enemies to see his face, to look him in the eye before he pulled the trigger and their world went black. The lancer years eventually ended, however, and he was forced to put on the mask. Vor was now an elite lancer, finally with some proper armor and a weapon he could trust not to fall apart in the heat of battle, as had happened with his old Grakata many times, forcing him to mount it back up. Vor kept the thing, as a memory of those times. He still curses it every day. Of what he had survived through. Vor kept all the weapons issued to him over the years, except for his cleaver. That one was issued to another butcher, another piece of cannon fodder, and was lost in time.
Countless battles followed. Vor fought all across the solar system, for Empire and Queens. He made countless allies and countless enemies, rising through the ranks and keeping his rivals down, while propping those who had helped him up. He was betrayed many times, but managed to outsmart the traitors and get back at them through force or guile. These times would prove invaluable for him later in his life. He attributes his survival through the unforgiving world of Grineer politics to these times, who taught him the basics, so to speak.
Vor eventually attained the rank of captain in the military, when the former captain granted him the title after Vor dragged him to an escape pod during an infested raid on the galleon they were aboard. The captain stepped out of the military and went on to become a politician, a post he had been considering for some time, but couldn't accept due to the lack of someone worthy to replace him. That man's name was Vey Hek, a great soldier in his time. He survived to this day through heavy use of body modifications and augmentations, a path Vor would later follow as well.
After becoming captain, Vor stayed out of direct combat. He would lead his troops from high above, rarely fighting with them. When he fought alongside them, it was only so he could establish a fearsome reputation for himself. He became feared all across the system for this. However, he eventually settled down in Mercury. He liked to be alongside the recruits, for he saw himself in them. In the butchers he saw the old times, in the lancers and troopers, the countless battles he fought. Among these recruits was a lancer who would one day reach the rank of lieutenant. Lech Kril, the Hammer of the Empire. Vor is currently considering him for the next captain, although he has some competition from Kela de Thaym. Vor likes to see them compete. In truth, he isn't planning to step down too soon. He still likes ordering the recruits around.
And so, Vor continues to fight. He always did. He always will. His recently acquired Orokin technology makes him virtually unkillable. But times are changing fast. And there are some who think the old man deserves his rest. His final, eternal rest.