One Bad Mamajama
CORUSCANT · LEVEL 1313
OPEN
The hiss of the fog machine sounded the last few beats of Vexxa's set. The crowd had been pumped, the energy was high, and the dance floor was sweaty. That was exactly what they had come to expect from one of V//NE's sets. The huntress had made a name for herself outside of her notorious slicing abilities and had started what little of a career she could in the lower levels of Coruscant.
The recent Sith occupation had been nothing but a boon for her career. People were going out more than ever, looking for an escape from the day to day in the lower levels. 1313 always had a reputation as the most dangerous level on the whole planet, and the Sith had only furthered that truth. It drove people in hordes to the clubs and parties that weren't being shut down by the Sith. It became a real if-you-know-you-know type of situation, and Vexxa Vane, or V//NE as she was known here, was at the center of that.
She had been using her abilities as a hacker to find weaknesses in the Sith's patrols, and using that information she had started throwing impromptu parties all over Coruscant's underbelly. The people were yearning for something beyond anything the Sith or the Jedi could provide- freedom. They wanted to be able to dance, to do drugs, to kiss strangers, and they wanted to do it without anyone watching them. So they flocked to Vexxa like sheep; her natural charm and commanding presence had been a driving force in the parties' successes.
"You all have been fucking awesome!" She called into the microphone in her hand. The crowd went wild, and lasers started shooting from all angles, cutting deep into the fog that rolled out over the dance floor. The people in the crowd were screaming, calling out for her to come back, to play another mix. The bass kept booming, and Vexxa stood soaking in the cheers. Then, as more and more fog entered the dance-floor, the bass started shaking more and more.
V//NE took another look at the crowd before the fog swallowed the deckrunner booth entirely. She always used that trick as her exit, giving the crowd that bit of mystery that kept them coming back for more. The music continued as she exited the booth, pounding the walls of the old factory they had used as their latest party destination. Blue eyes looked over the crowd that had gathered. She was surprised they hadn't been busted yet. Some nights they got away with it, but more often than not, someone would come knocking. If not for the noise, for the trespassing.
They were a crafty bunch, using what they had to create what they needed. Vexxa's booth was a former foreman's office that they broke the windows out of. It overlooked the former factory line floor and was a perfect place for the acts to set up in. They turned an assembly line into a bar, and they even used the chains that hung above to hold whatever heavy objects they were producing to hold the light fixtures and lasers. Easy to set up, easy to take down. You grabbed what you could and you left the rest if trouble came.
Hopefully tonight, there would be no trouble.
"The usual."
The Twi'lek didn't bother asking. A glass hit the counter a moment later, followed by a generous pour of Jet Juice. Vexxa took it without looking, tossing a few credits across the makeshift bar before turning to lean back against it.
She took a long drink and let the burn settle in her chest while the bass hammered against her spine.