A feast of Heroes, Villians, and everything between

[Matreya]

Sensing eyes on himself he glanced and saw they belonged to Darren, "You never want to start with to much of a cloudy head. I am a championship level alcoholic, that gave up the bottle years ago and thusly am getting to light headed to be happy with." He said with a smile, his head gradually gaining back his faculties.

Standing once again, he brought his eyes once again back to his host. The man was clearly inibriated even more then himself. Scanning the room, Zaiden took note of those drinking heavier then the others.

 

[Barrett Haskins]

Barrett arrived outside, looking over the beautiful landscape beyond the interior of the mansion. Lorrd was a beautiful planet, the only thing making it more beautiful was the cigarette that found itself hanging out of the smuggler’s mouth, quickly getting sparked. The smoke filed his lungs and instantly calmed his nerves. He had a nice buzz going from the whiskey and the headrush from the cigarette felt like a million bucks. He almost forgot about the ever present sense he was going to get killed by whatever Sith tricked these party goers.

Barrett took another hit of the cigarette, still looking out onto the Lorrd landscape, maybe someone else would come outside for a smoke?

 

[Matreya]

Spotting a man outside smoking a cigarette, he nodded at Darren, "I will see you later. At the moment I must step outside." And like that he turned on his heal and walked through the doors into the brisk cool hair.

Walking nearer to the smoking man, Zaiden leaned against the railing of the balcony and looked out at the world. Glancing at the man he stated, "The names Zaiden. Zaiden James."

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Darth Voracitos

"I said, let us observe some games!" The fat man yelled at his slaves, slamming a meaty fist on the table. Suddenly, a ring of poles had ascended from an area in the center of the room, with flashing lights like a rave. Slaves appeared like magic surrounding the poles, telling guests to step away. The Darth smiled drunkardly. His eyes though were blurry, and even though he had already had a fair share of drink, he remained at thirst. He began to itch his skin, which was oddly dry. He felt hot enough to sweet too, which was odd. He reached for the leg of some creature.

"Sir, your blood sugar is high, you should stop-" Quickly his smile turned into an angry frown as his face contorted in anger. His slave went flying as he smacked him across the face.

"I'M NO DIABETIC!" He yelled at him. He noticed the room hush slightly, some were frozen where they were even as his sporting ring was assembling. His face, still upset, he replied to their waiting faces. "So, who will volunteer for Grav-ball or something? I'm not sure if I have enough players." He called out to them.

Where the ring had ascended from the depths of who knows where, the floor collapsed neatly away, as a sort of arena rose from the ground. A stair case however descended for Volunteers to enter. All around the Manor screens descended with screens of the arena, for those who weren't able to see so far up, or around the masses of people.

 

[Barrett Haskins]

"Barrett Haskins." He replied, he figured the man was trying to bum a cigarette off of him, that's usually how Barrett did it. "Cig?" He scooted the open pack across the banister, lighter hidden inside the pack.

@[member="Zaiden"]

 

[Matreya]

Flashing an award winning smile, he pulled a cigarette free and lit it. Placing the lighter back in the pack, he held the butt in his teeth taking a long deep drag. The smoke seemed to amplify the feeling of the liquor, but then helped to calm his nerves.

"Thanks. I needed a hit. Hows it going?" Zaiden said glancing at the man.

 

[Barrett Haskins]

Barrett took the pack and put it back in his jacket pocket. He figured the man in front of him wasn't as bad as the rest of the Sith, he didn't give him the imediate hebejebes. "I'm fine, but I can't shake the feeling we're all going to end up regretting this." He exhaled a big puff of smoke and signaled for one of the 'staff' to come over with whatever cocktail he had present.

"Until then, cheers."

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden reached for a drink off the tray the waiter carried, "Cheers." He said with a smile and tipped his cup in Barrett's direction before taking a small sip. He couldn't be rude to a man whom was respectful.

"You going to join in the games?" Zaiden asked, taking another hit from his cigarette.

@[member="Barrett Haskins"]

 

[Barrett Haskins]

@[member="Zaiden"]

"Never played, I usually try to make money from games like this." He ran through how many credits he had to lose if he decided to bet. The thought alone made him take another drink, he didn't have many, if any betting even took place. "What about you? You a grav-jockey?" He drew another hit from the half smoked cigarette hanging from his lips.

 

[Matreya]

"Never played. But I always consider myself up for any challenge. @[member="Barrett Haskins"] you are not so bad. Barely known me for 5 seconds and got me talking about my past." Zaiden said with a broad grin, cigarette still clenched between his teeth. Taking another slow drag he exhaled slowly blowing smoke rings into the still night air.

Using the force, Zaiden set his glass on a nearby table. He was enenjoying Barretts company, he intrigued him...or maybe it was the liquor..

 

[Barrett Haskins]

"My mother always said I had a chameleon soul." His lip sipped the champagne the slave had brought him, cigarette still hanging out of his mouth. He sat the glass down on the railing, putting the cigarette out. "So you a friend of that Hutt?" He asked, referring jokingly to the Sith Master hosting the party.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden chuckled, "I have not yet had the chance to meet him. He throws an acceptable party though. Good company around thus far. I hear he is...odd. capable of being kind, or eating everyone around him." He ended the last thought with a laugh.

Taking a final hit off his cigarette, he threw it off into the grass and took his final drink. Slowly raising it into the air with the force, he looked towards the sky. With little effort, he slowly made the glass fly around in a circle above his open palm. He had certainly gained in control, since his achieving Knighthood.

With a little flair, as it was rotating he began making it flip as well. Drinking made him have fun with the simplest things..
@[member="Barrett Haskins"]

 

[A 'den]

@[member="John Harrison"]

"What happened to the Empire? Palpatine? Vader? Where are they?"




"I think they lost and died or something like that, I don't know history is not my thing" A 'den took a drink as well.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Monty had found an invitation to the party of the illustrious Sith on his father's corpse. He'd decided such a venture had a great potential to help expand his opportunities for future business endeavors. He wore his normal business attire Andover of his father's large slugthrower revolvers on his right hip in addition to his knife, which was on a sheath on his belt.

He strolled into the party with a quizzical smile and large cigar in his mouth.

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Mereel was around the system when he heard of an event near him, some sort of party.He figured what better of an opportunity for free drinks and plotted a course on his starships nava-computer.He landed shortly after, grabbed his verpine shattergun, and used a map to find his destination.Once there he saw many people...not normal aruetti:non mandos,although he did see a few.He grabbed a drink and listened in on their conversations.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

@[member="Thessa Kai"]
Mikhail quirked an eyebrow at the woman. Shrugging again, he took the drink and gulped some down unceremoniously. He slammed the bottle down. "I never say no to a free drink. You on the other hand...." He winked slyly. "That'll be ten credits."

The effects of the drug would no doubt begin to take effect soon. Of course, Mikhail was already nearly drunk. His experience with intoxication was a long one. Much like the relation between the ocean waves beating upon a stone jutting up from their midst. The waves would erode the stone in time, but it weathered them for now.

 

[Barrett Haskins]

@Zaiden

Haskins gave a half smile at his Force tricks, he hadn't noticed he was a Force user, they usually didn't resonate well with Barrett for different reasons, leading to him still having a bad taste in his mouth from the last time he interacted with a Forcec user. This man seemed nice enough though, he wasn't using the Force to steal any information from Barrett's mind or control him to rob a bank (like I said he had bad encounters in the past) and he checked out so far.

"Didn't take you for a religious man." He chuckled, teasing Jedi was often times his solution for the awkardness they made him feel.

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Mereel stood about 15 ft. Away from two men, one being the Jedi that was using the force as a beverage holder...most likely Sith, most Jedi were against using the force on such common tasks. He heard the other man say "Didn't take...for a religious man.", Mereel tried not to laugh because the last remark reminded him of an earlier job:killing a Jabiimi priest. He felt odd though, who was hosting this party...he stopped caring and ordered another drink. Bored he went back to his ship after getting suitably drunk and plotting a course for his next contacts location.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Of course there is more. He spoke to her, as once again he disappeared into the crowd. There is always more for you... Miss. Jacobs. He smiled, though no one would be able to see it. Don't respond. I will not reply. Merely think, and I shall hear. I am First, the servant to my Lord who hosts this... congress of people. He serves as a distraction, while I go... hunting, if you will. Tell me, how upset do you think Ashin would be, if you went missing?

Spencer raised an eyebrow, someone was speaking to her in her mind. Her first assumption was Darren Shaw, but it seemed he had busied himself with someone else. Who else would invade her mind like this and she looked toward Mikhail who was failing at seducing a young woman so obvious he wasn't it. Sighing softly, she returned her attention towards Alli and smiled. The woman was flirting with her, there was no harm in returning the flirt. Though she needed to make sure that the woman knew the boundaries. Spencer never kissed and told on the first date -- well unless you were the Empress.

Doing as the voice asked she thought of her response:

I do hope you're not trying to threaten me or the Empress. I'm more of a threat to you than you are to me.

Leaning forward she smiled and ran a delicate finger along Alli's forearm. She needed to keep the woman intrigued long enough to learn more about her company.

"Any special projects you're doing?"

@[member="Alli Wren"]

 

[Matreya]

(@[member="Mereel Vaun"] i was going to involve you but you left lol)
@[member="Barrett Haskins"]

Zaiden laughed, "Religious? Me? No. I simply yearn to be able to control the talents I was born with. The Jedi believe in the Force being part of some grander scheme. Sith use it for domination. Me? For amusement and my own purposes."

"I am a Dark Jedi Knight. I seek to one day master the force entirely." He said with a shrug.