Faction A Dance with the Devil

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Nar Shaddaa ~ The Smuggler's Moon
Hhawa Kouiehh ~ Club Vicious
Warning! Adult Themes
Tan'yill Vizsla
Xazzex Xivar
Tadietti Tann

The Zabrak's attention remained fixed on the teal skinned Mandolorian for some time. Raising her glass silently as the Twi-lek offered up a toast for the evening, and smiling softly. Tan'yill knew her well enough to notice the hesitation before her attention turned away from her Riduur'alor, the subtle shift in her shoulders before her eyes finally broke away from the Twi-lek. Xazzex's toast earning another bout of soft chuckling, and another raised glass in silent acknowledgement. It was Lady Blue's toast that finally earned a whole reaction.

Zenva's horn crowned head tilted back as her ringing laugh filled the lounge once more. When her attention returned to the Twi-lek Underboss, she again raised her glass in salute. "I am truly blessed. To surrounded by such beautiful." Her smile turned on Tan'yill for a moment. "And such powerful women." She glanced briefly to the Falleen beside her before her attention shifted once more to address the room as a whole. "To a night of strengthening bonds, and the continued prosperity of all my dear friends."

The Crime Lord finished her drink, already half empty, and was handed a new one almost instantly by the Golden Droid still serving her table. "I will have no competition tonight, however. My Riduur'alor, I'shuree Nuin, and my Lady Blue. I didn't gather together such exceptional women only to endure the chest bumping and games of dominance so typical among men." She sipped her new drink, and set it down before lacing her clawed fingers together in her lap.

The empty gaze of the Criminal Devil's glowing skull turned to watch either her dancers, or the strapping male preparing Lady Blue's tribute. "Instead, I believe my Lady Blue has come to ask for help dealing with some of her competitors. A task that holds the potential for exquisite violence which is why I called for you, my Riduur'alor. A dispute over business holdings as I recall. I'shuree nuin, Lady Xivar is very knowledgeable when it comes to such matters, and I enjoy her company."

Another amused laugh escaped the Zabrak. Her horned head eventually turning to ensure the blue Twi-lek wrapped in demure elegance knew she was being addressed again. "Now that I have gathered enough tools to resolve your problems with ease, why don't you enlighten us with the details of your request, my Lady Blue? What is it you desire?"

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Location: Club Vicious - VIP Lounge
Tag: Zenva Vrotoa | Xazzex Xivar | Tan'yill Vizsla

Retaining engergized spirit, and curling herself in compliance at Zenva's word to not compete, she perched at their precipice of honorific boundaries, her lekku drifted to rest more elegantly behind her, reflecting delicate rest of her crystal glass upon their nearest table, presented in time with Zenva's inquiry. Another fine balance yet to thread ahead of her, to reveal little and gain much was an artform cultivated by necessity, but here within her Hostess's parlour, she sensed she couldn't grasp both entirely.

"Women like us have many rivals." Quiet commonality, offering familiarity. "Some amass fortunes, but never enough." Promises of advantage, shared interests. "Remaining out of sight, believing themselves untouchable." Whispered truth, one she knew intimately—she had learned from their reclusiveness, shaped by her work for him and others. Goros the Hutt , their greed insatiable.

Her fingers traced the rim of her glass, reading them for any shift, to see if any indication their meeting could turn on her. "To bring," her index finger delayed, pressing along the fine edge, "those illusive out of hiding, to outmanoeuvre them when they least expect us," She had misspoken, a subtle misstep in framing 'them,' continuing and letting words naturally settle. But her past came with limitations. She could not easily send death his way, not without not an unexpected mind, or someone else, someone new. Goros rarely stayed in one place too long.

A soft exhaled her veiled words dipping—just a barest fraction—revealing a sliver of her feelings beneath. She had spent a lifetime seeking out and hiding beyond the surface. But Zenva would tire of half-spoken words, as she did, and so she took a chance. Believing her best opportunity lay in daring to be bold.

Her eyes, emotion and low-fired with difficult revelation, sought her hostess's gaze. A lure, a gamble. Two names, one of which could mean her death. "Goros the Hutt, and Apex Holdings." Weight of past failures pressing into her present. She had tried once before. To end it, to kill him. But there he was, untouched, unmoved etched into her shadows. A quiet resolve lingered within her voice, weight of past failures pressing against her present. "Perhaps this time, death will listen but ruin is heard longer", her voice carried faintest hint of venom.

She brought her veil back across her cheek. "His interests in our companies may offer payment," but to climb the apex meant stepping on many daggers along the ascent. To ruin him so completely, to leave him destitute, creditless—such a fate would be sweeter than the death he deserved. Yet, how could she ask for such a complicated boon? Only if that path was selected by another. Lips retreating to gentle smile, eyes lingering downward, her eyes softening to flickering vulnerability.

Upon being allowed access and not before, her bodyguard opened a luxurious rouge case, crimson Khagnakti blades placed before Zenva's dancers as requested, the large twi'lek slowly unfolded each against a purple velvet drape to add fitting texture and cool luxury matching the emerging crimson. Sliding each from their black sheath, under dancing lights their reflective red blades ignited a subtle hungry glow within their steel, to be placed before Zenva's dancers, the Khagnati bladesingers might be said to be many things, but they knew their craft.

Tadi's waiting eyes and held breath watched to see if her tribute had been received as well as hoped, or her words been direct enough.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Hhawa Kouiehh, Nar Shaddaa (AKA Club Vicious)
V.I.P. Longue​

This Lady Blue seemed to find her footing with a string of compliments. The Falleen snorted quietly to herself with a small smile hidden behind a taste of her new drink. Being bold would do her well in the Underworld; long as she wasn't too bold to the wrong person.

Speaking of flattery and boldness, Xazzex gave the slightest inclination of her head in gratitude for Zenva's remarks. Zenva a woman of production, and Xazzex's contacts master of distribution... what couldn't they accomplish together?

As for competition? Xazzex merely wanted to know who the woman was so close to Zenva. To uncover whether they would be some form of threat to the Falleen's intentions. Should that lead to 'competition,' Zenva needn't worry about the night being spoiled. Xazzex had a sharp tongue, but she was a patient viper.

Golden rings shifted slightly as the woman relayed the Crimson Devil's request, and Zenva's momentary distraction. Thoughts of how to turn that taunt to one's advantage danced behind those eyes. Only a moment before clarity was brought forth. The tribute seemed in response to the woman having already accepted some form of communication with Lady Blue ahead of the night's affair. Then it was all theater. Fitting for Zenva's company.

"Spiders." Xazzex's eyes were on her drink as if examining an exquisite taste. Her comment followed Tann's description of those that lurked and amassed fortunes. Some people spun webs within webs. It was only natural for a criminal enterprise, but some became obsessed with it; cloistered in a vault of security while collecting prey to sate their appetites.

The blue woman continued, but her talk of drawing the spider out did not attract the Falleen's notice. Xazzex rarely doted her attention on people without reason. Which remain true until the woman came out with her short list of names. There were countless entities in the galaxy, most beneath notice, but these Xazzex knew.

Quite bold to ask after the ruin of a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa. Not unheard of, but one must pick the ear that hears the words with great care.

Xazzex turned her attention to Zenva. "Apex Holdings' influence is wide, but focused near the Core. They cannot be underestimated, but they might find dealing with elements of the Outer Rim more challenging than ordinary rivals." They had a presence on Tattooine, but that planet was a great distance even from another notable presence on Naboo; to say nothing of Falleen's strategic placement near the hyperlane used to furnish Tattooine. Not that Xazzex thought it would progress to such open warfare. Personally, she wouldn't advocate to embargoing Tattooine for a grudge. The short-term gains wouldn't be nearly worth the long-term ramifications. Yet, Lady Blue's aspirations were far from finished. There were many ways for her to get what she wanted.

Zenva Vrotoa | Tadietti Tann | Tan'yill Vizsla​

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

After a few moments, she inquired, "You have surrounded yourself with capable and memorable people, I'shuree nuin. A testament to your leadership. Our companion from Clan Vizsla for instance." A little flattery didn't hurt, but it was a smoother way to ask who the blue woman was rather than just a brutish demand of 'who are you?'

Tan'yill let a generous sip of the high octane liquor flow down her throat, savouring its delicious taste. Zenva's silence was indeed worrying, and her gaze and pose could not be misinterpreted in the slightest by the Mandalorian. Seeing the Crimson Devil so pissed made Tan'yill want to down this second glass of whiskey too. She could not deny that it indeed was a relief when the Falleen woman politely reminded her that she had not introduced herself properly, only what Zenva had told the other ladies.

''Oh, where are my manners!'' Tan'yill uttered and set the glass down on the table. ''Name's Tan'yill... Riduur'alor of Clan Vizsla, as our host for the night; lady Vrotoa so kindly but yet so formally mentioned. From Roon, but me and my vode, my fellow Mandalorian brothers and sisters, never seem to run out of reasons to stay mobile... Now, Zenn-'' She stopped in an instant, chuckling silently for herself and took another sip of the whiskey. ''Zenva! is one of those reasons...'' She added, slightly bowing her head as an apology towards the crimson Zabrak. She were one of those reasons. They had worked together and they had business together. Furthermore, Tan'yill was growing fond of the Zabrak woman and liked the dynamics between them. Zenva, businesswoman as she were, went straight down to business and asked the other Twi'lek of her desires.

"Goros the Hutt, and Apex Holdings." Weight of past failures pressing into her present. She had tried once before. To end it, to kill him. But there he was, untouched, unmoved etched into her shadows. A quiet resolve lingered within her voice, weight of past failures pressing against her present. "Perhaps this time, death will listen but ruin is heard longer", her voice carried faintest hint of venom.

So, a Hutt's demise or misfortune was her cousins highest desire. Goro's was not unheard of in the smuggling business, and his name reached beyond Nar Shaddaa. Even so, Tan'yill had never backed down from a fight, be it in beskar'gam or during her time as a cage fighter. Tan'yill straightened herself up in the seat.

''What's he done to you, muchi?'' Tan asked straight out, curious and calculating hazel eyes glancing at the other Twi'lek. ''Helps me to decide how to end the slugs miserable life...'' She added and glanced at the other two women. ''Excuse me, ladies, but if that fething sleemo have as much as touched her or any of her people, I'm going to be the one slaying him!'' She stated, her eyes starting to turn into those green-yellowish burning ones. Hutt's were just repulsive.

Zenva Vrotoa , Tadietti Tann , Xazzex Xivar​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Nar Shaddaa ~ The Smuggler's Moon
Hhawa Kouiehh ~ Club Vicious
Warning! Adult Themes
Tan'yill Vizsla
Xazzex Xivar
Tadietti Tann

The Zabrak's expression was nearly impossible to read. The haunting glow of her deaths head tattoo making it difficult to tell if she was scowling, or smiling softly, or something else altogether. If she looked to Tan'yill while she spoke to the Falleen, or looked to Xazzex as she explained her knowledge of Apex Holdings, she did so with her eyes alone. Refusing to turn her head away from the Twi-lek Underboss for even a moment.

Her very life could depend on the outcome of this conversation. If this situation was some elaborate plot on the part of this Goros the Hutt, allowing it to continue any further could bring the wrath of the entire Hutt Council against her and her allies. Of course, if this was the genuine desire of Lady Blue, and backed with sufficient proof the Hutt had overstepped his authority, it could lead to a massive inflation of her organization's control over the Cartel as a whole. Her status and influence would skyrocket.

Tan'yill's volatile response to the situation brought Zenva's mind back to the present. Her left hand snapped up from her lap to grab the Mandolorian's closest hand. She didn't care that it was done on top of the table for all to see. "Calm yourself, Pilar. The Slugs are disgusting, but we should assume nothing." She murmured softly enough that only the women to either side of her could hear the words.

If the Twi-lek had been considered Goros the Hutt's property, whatever might have happened to her would be considered well within his rights. A fact the entire Hutt species would fight to enforce within their region of the Galaxy. She needed details. Clearing her throat loudly again as her hand withdrew into her lap, she spoke boldly once more. "You're words invite suspicion, and even uttering them in the wrong company could cost you your life, my Lady Blue. Especially while sitting on the moon of the Hutt home world."

Picking up her drink, and starting to drink from it, her off hand came up again to gesture for Lady Blue to come closer. "Come here. Explain to me why I should let you leave my Club alive. I genuinely want to hear the details of your request." Zenva's drink eventually returned to the table empty. Her Golden Droid still hovering nearby immediately moving to give her another. In time her clawed fingers laced together in her lap, staring down the blue Twi-lek.

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Threading needles, opportunism for those watching like Xazzex, not getting crushed by approaching Zenva closer, keeping Tan'yill from realising Tadi was both a freed slave yet a slaver.

Xazzex Xivar

"Draped in respectability and sweetened with veiled intentions. I cannot know where Apex begins or fades," Always a veil around it all. Her voice measured in reflection to Xazzex, "cycle upon cycle they slip from any single influence." She longed to say control but only a tug of war ensnared within rival hands remained.

She listened to all Xazzex revealed, her words a tapestry in their approach, carefully spoken to reveal little, relating to that most of all, bringing a genuine smile blossoming forward within Tadietti again.

Blue wanted to offer something irresistible, a jewel to pique her interest for her keen mind. arranging and adjusting her dress upon her crossed legs, "Their acquisition unfold at oddly opportune moments," calculated, predicted, and executed efficiently, "and credits influence more than markets. Goros deals with valuable information, experimental weapons and... slaves."

A trio of things each might value, in their own way. Threading each word as carefully as she could, a tightrope.

Tan'yill Vizsla

"He…" Tadietti's voice almost stuttered, veiled quickly to find answer, life wounds passing her by. Goros had more slaves than she had veils, and Keth's experiments almost cracked her to remember them. Making slavers into slaves barely repaid what her people endured. If only it had ended there—if revenge had been enough. But Cartel dealings never stopped with good intentions, and like any criminal, she'd dug her nails into business she wished she hadn't touched.

"He brands our cousins Lekkerd-kung " First word a twist of his own, adding 'scum' within huttese, the new word meaning "waste" within his own lexicon, "disposable, seared upon their forearms." Any Twi'lek Goros took now since her uprising had been branded lower than slave, she doomed her own kin to a horrid existence. She tried to offer better, a 'better' example within the slave trade, however hollow she felt her gesture was or how much of a hypocrite she'd become. Nobody else ever tried.

Zenva Vrotoa

Nothing to be gained from staying apart, Zenva would kill her either way if she wished. So she inhaled, gracefully swinging her legs to touch beneath her, ready to walk toward fire. Tugging her dress to rise, and letting it slip into her step. Tadietti sought Zenva's gaze with quiet deference to watch her intent, never leaving her eyes in maybe her last walk. Within arm's reach, she remained close but did not sit without word.

She knew she might just die there and then, beside the Major Domo, and everyone here would understand. Flux luck. Her first assassin Opel didn't move, watching every step silently, never at rest.

"Goros has already drawn his last breath," she spoke hinting venom, sharper edges, breaking-mask, a quiet finality sinking into her words. They had killed him before. And that alone was reason enough for Zenva to snap her neck. But Nima her sister had committed the deed, while Tadiettie used her chaos to slip free and seize control. But even after all she had gone through, she would never betray Nima—not for survival nor mercy. A slight dip of her head, a veil over her truth. How Goros still walked... slithered alive was an enigma she refused to believe, an apparition clawing at her mind.

Lifting her gaze, Blue met Zenva's eyes without fear, a quiet assurance settling in the subtle tilt of her chin. She stood where she stood because they had ended him—because they had killed him. And if it was now her turn, so be it. Free. Not quite free.

"I have to know how he is still alive… and how to stop him. To ruin his financial interests," words were offered without embellishment, a measured admission of vulnerability spoken carefully, almost a stutter at her end. "In return for your guidance, I will ensure our interests remain aligned, and you may take what you wish." Not fealty to their hostess, but open courtesy, alluding to more. "He's playing all sides—I'm certain of it." She had no proof, but certainty burned in her gut, and he was oh so very clever in how he hid it. He'd trained her.

Did he legally still own her, yes, contracts the only thing keeping order in Cartel Domains. What a tangled web she weaved.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Hhawa Kouiehh, Nar Shaddaa (AKA Club Vicious)
V.I.P. Longue​

"Roon." Xazzex looked across at the blue Mandalorian. "I know your vode." The Falleen took a moment to sip her drink. "They possess a certain skill set worth the price." So long as it remained mercantile in nature. Their effort to lay control over the Southern reaches had left its mark on the planets. A people with an exceptional talent for war were not the best for more domestic matters. Used for their specialty, however, one could reap quite the bounty.

All that being said, Tan'yill as much said she'd plant the Hutt in the ground for free -- if he could be shown to have 'touched' her fellow Twi'lek. That was the sort of emotional "when all you have is a hammer" sort of response that landed Mandalorians in trouble. That and their vaulted sense of honor. Well, it was directed in the right direction in this case so there was no need to try calming Tan'yill down. In fact, should evidence not be forthcoming, Xazzex knew people that could correct such a circumstance.

Zenva did in fact seek to calm the woman down, however. Prudent. No need for a Mandalorian to lose their temper here, after all. Plenty of time to rile her up later; a mysterious package with holovids, for instance.

Golden rings shifted to regard 'Lady Blue' as the woman seemed to entice further interest in Apex Holdings. Not so odd, the Falleen thought. They were a shadowy group to be sure, but Leviathan knew who the competition was. Anyone serious about the market did. You had to know where not to enter someone else's turf, or when the time was right when precisely to not only enter but claim that territory. Doubly so when some Core-world focused group started getting feelers out in the far reaches -- that always bode poorly. The sort that thought they had an entire armada at their back because of a few words in a Senator's ear... they were often arrogant, overbearing, and demanding. Whether Apex Holdings was full of themselves Xazzex couldn't personally say; they'd managed to avoid any notable clashes.

If Tadietti wasn't eager to crush them, it might even be lucrative to form a business relation with them. Potentially. There was always that Core stench that might make relations impossible.

As it then turned out, Xazzex would not need to manufacture evidence for Tan'yill's benefit. Lady Blue came with claims (perhaps later proof) of what the Mandalorian sought -- a reason for a private crusade. Convenient. Dangerous as Mandalorians on a war path were extremely difficult to control, but useful. They were much like a slug fired from a gun; one had to aim carefully before setting them loose.

Regarding the nature of the mistreatment of their fellow Twi'lek, Xazzex refrained from taking a drink, but she didn't flinch either. If they wanted sympathy from a Falleen they should first try squeezing it from a stone -- then they might have a small chance. Galaxy was a messed up place. All of which was precisely the reason Falleen was for Falleen and didn't want outsiders running around with their vaulted ideals and problems.

And no, she would never apologize for Falleen 'pirates' participating in the slave trade. Even if it was against the Confederacy's Law. Long as they maintained a strict sense of plausible deniability and were never captured, it wasn't her problem. Unless it affected someone close to her -- as it might Zenva in her business decisions soon -- then Xazzex might be found quite amenable to their plight to a certain degree.

While sympathy and compassion were all sold out, there was one quality of Xazzex's that Lady Blue could find in spades: her utter lack of care for whether or not the Twi'lek before them was once or yet still a slave of anybody. Long as she hadn't escaped Xazzex's personal or professional snares, and didn't endanger connections or deals with others, people were free to break free and do whatever they wanted no matter how illicit it might be.

"How certain are you that it is Goros?" Xazzex regarded the Twi'lek carefully. "If you're certain he was slain there are only so many possibilities you might have seen him again." Blue hadn't offered proof either way except for her word. She could have been mistaken about the death or that he was still alive. It could even be a Double where someone was trying to pretend to be Goros in order to make use of his influence or domain. Blue could even simply be delusional. Whatever the case, the Falleen enjoyed sampling her drink once more without concern the latter might suggest the woman might be an unstable threat.

Zenva Vrotoa | Tan'yill Vizsla | Tadietti Tann​

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Her left hand snapped up from her lap to grab the Mandolorian's closest hand. She didn't care that it was done on top of the table for all to see. "Calm yourself, Pilar. The Slugs are disgusting, but we should assume nothing." She murmured softly enough that only the women to either side of her could hear the words.

Green-yellowish eyes flickered and met the Crimson Devil's own yellow-red ones, even though it was hard to see them in the dim light and behind her glowing mask. Zenva was right, as she so often were. At the same time, Tan'yill had worked for the Hutts on more than one occasion, and thus knew exactly how cruel they could be. In particular towards Twi'leks.

"He brands our cousins Lekkerd-kung " First word a twist of his own, adding 'scum' within huttese, the new word meaning "waste" within his own lexicon, "disposable, seared upon their forearms." Any Twi'lek Goros took now since her uprising had been branded lower than slave, she doomed her own kin to a horrid existence. She tried to offer better, a 'better' example within the slave trade, however hollow she felt her gesture was or how much of a hypocrite she'd become. Nobody else ever tried.

Tan'yill squeezed the glass towards the brink of breaking it. A fierce fire burned within her, but she minded her lovers words and took a deep breath and a sip out of the glass. Also, it would have been a terrible waste of such good booze that Zenva's exquisite club offered.

''Where does he pick them up? Who supplies him right now?'' Tan asked sternly, demanding nothing but a straight answer from her kindred.

"Roon." Xazzex looked across at the blue Mandalorian. "I know your vode." The Falleen took a moment to sip her drink. "They possess a certain skill set worth the price." So long as it remained mercantile in nature. Their effort to lay control over the Southern reaches had left its mark on the planets. A people with an exceptional talent for war were not the best for more domestic matters. Used for their specialty, however, one could reap quite the bounty.

''Thank you, lady Xivar. I'm flattered. Although, I hope you don't take us for mere mercenaries.'' Tan stated firmly, after bowing her head in gratitude of the Falleen womans compliment. ''We're more than simple women and men trying to make our way in the universe. The Creed, and family above all.'' she added, before taking another sip of her second whiskey that would soon need a refill.

Zenva Vrotoa , Tadietti Tann , Xazzex Xivar​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Nar Shaddaa ~ The Smuggler's Moon
Hhawa Kouiehh ~ Club Vicious
Warning! Adult Themes
Tan'yill Vizsla
Xazzex Xivar
Tadietti Tann

The Zabrak Crime Lord remained fixed in place, a statue held more expression and relieved more of it's intention than the motionless woman. In the ever shifting, strobing and flashing neon glow of Hhawa Kouiehh, it was nearly impossible to be sure if her caustic yellow-red eyes were even open while she listened to the woman around her speak. Scenarios played themselves out in the theater of her twisted mind, the worst outcomes the galaxy had to offer might await all of them for even having this conversation.

After a moment of relative silence between them, the steady pulse of the music below the only distraction, Zenva finally moved. Her dominant hand rose to gesture to the emerald skinned alien to her right before folding back into the other. "I'shuree Nuin, is very correct. If this Goros has in fact already died, there could be any number of reasons for his empire continuing to be active. Without proof that the Hutt is gone, intelligent servants would behave as they are expected to. A lie is easily spread, and a true subject behaves with loyalty towards their superior, or potentially dies for their lack of faith."

The Crimson Devil's horn crowned head tilted slightly as she flashed a grin to Xazzex. "As you have no proof that your Master is dead." Zenva's grin snapped back to Lady Blue, her serrated teeth on full display as she leaned forward. "You will need to obtain some, and quickly." As the Zabrak reclined back into her booth her smile vanished. "I would suggest something meant to inflict the most damage to the reputation. Something this Goros will have no choice but to answer in person. A way to kill the Hutt properly if you have in fact failed, Taildanȃt."

Immediately the Zabrak's dominant hand shot up from her lap. She held up a single claw tipped finger, demanding no one speak over her. As it fell she took up her glass, holding it in front of her as she continued. Beneath the table her powerful legs shifted, trading which knee rest atop the other. "Provide me with proof you are a free woman, and you will have my full support, my Lady Blue. Until that time, I cannot safely engage in business with you. Your tribute is exquisite however, and I will allow you to return to your table. You will dine with us on your offerings, and enjoy the company I have offered you. A Mandolorian requires no proof of a Hutt's death to engage in any activities you might be able to pay them to engage in."

Zenva's glass bobbed in the air once before she drained this drink as well. As she set it down she once more let herself slip down onto her right elbow. Her face turned towards the Falleen further along the half circle bench, making it obvious her attention was no longer with either Twi-lek. When she spoke next, her voice was low clearly words intended for her friend along. "Naturally, you will do whatever it is you desire, I'shuree Nuin. Help the Twi-lek, or don't, I have little care either way." Eventually her attention turned to face the teal skinned Mandolorian now nearly sitting behind her. "Will you have dinner with me, Tan'yill? Or would you like to join your cousin's table?" The Twi-lek knew her well enough to see her ebony lips curled in a soft smile despite the glowing deaths head tattoo.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex heard what Tan said and filed it away. The principled kind. Familiar territory that. Those interested in financial compensation were easier to guide, and less apt to try destroying pillars of power, however. Well, so long as they weren't inclined to help the "Neo Crusaders." Even if the Confederacy sought influence on Roon there'd be no need for open conflict if neither thought of invasion or control. Better for all Southern worlds if they avoided such warfare.

Golden eyes shifted to Zenva as the Crimson Devil began to speak. The woman must have a lot on her mind. Despite people thinking little of Hutts, they had a political game all their own that the Baroness had to contend with. A slight hike to a corner of the Falleen's dark lips accompanied Zenva's open grin.

Tan was the logical choice to help the other Twi'lek under the circumstances. Of course, the Leviathan Ring was equally free to act if they so chose, but there would need to be sufficient compensation offered up front. Undermining or killing a Hutt was no trivial matter when you expected to continue operating in their space. Even when you killed a Hutt others hated, it was the very act of taking the law into your own hands they couldn't stand. They were opportunists to the end.

Zenva's movements drew Xazzex to set her own glass aside and gaze over at the red woman. A slight nod followed the Baroness acknowledging she was free to act. Sanctioning it, even, should Xazzex be inclined. The woman could have done the exact opposite by implying their relationship would be marred should Leviathan act on the Twi'lek's behalf. A bold move, but at times an honest one. Of course, the Baroness had to know if the Ring were involved they would be... diligent handling such affairs. Even as outsiders, being associated with directly harming the Hutt could still blow back on them.

Xazzex was curious what Tan'yill's response would be to Zenva's offer of dining together.

Zenva Vrotoa | Tan'yill Vizsla | Tadietti Tann​