Ain’t No Party Like a Red Ravens Party (Open, No Fighting)

[Cryax Bane]

The stars over Antecedent were shining over the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate tonight as they threw one of their infamous black tie events at their glittering 10,500,000-square-foot headquarters, The Dragon Palace Casino. The public reason for celebration: a new year and new leadership. There were other less public reasons that weren't printed on the invitation, of course, such as their recently-signed treaty with the One Sith and their ending of war with their arch rivals. The Black Sun. This is not to say that some members still didn't have the bitterest of blood towards the Black Sun, for example, Cryax Bane, the newly-minted Chiss President of the Red Ravens. But in the interest of keeping up appearances, the young crime boss's public face would agree with the Ravens press release that said that it was time to "let bygones by bygones."

This night a red carpet had been rolled out with talk show host [member="Martin Mcdonafray"] interviewing more publicity-minded guests for the Holo News as they entered the casino. Mr. Mcdonafray was also hired to cover the party from start to finish as a puff piece to air on his own show. Once guests arrived through the one and only main entrance, they would be scanned for any weapons, which if found, would be swiftly removed from their person. On most nights the casino was an impenetrable fortress that had thousands of organic and droid security forces present to keep the peace, and tonight the security headcount was doubled due to the amount of VIPs certain to be present.

Cryax himself, flanked by a few personal droid bodyguards of his own, could be seen in a large booth in the back of the casino, kicking back with usual his entourage. On the surface, the Chiss was enjoying himself, but the dark circles under his eyes told a different story. He wouldn't admit to his fellow Ravens exactly what kinds of torture he had to endure when he was captured by the Yuuzhan Vong Overlord [member="Dredge"] a couple of weeks ago in an operation on the planet of Teth, a takeover of the Hutt-run city of Peroon that had gone horribly south. All anyone had to know is that Cryax had sacrificed himself to help others escape the same fate, but it was obvious when he returned in less than one piece, that he had been through his own personal hell. Wearing a new pair of Synthflesh-covered cybernetic legs, the skin carefully constructed to match his exact blue hue of skin, no one at the party would be the wiser about the ragged scars that hid underneath his clothing. His physical injuries aside, the wounds that had fractured his mind would turn out have a more lasting impact on the young crime boss.

Nearby the President was the Ravens Vice-President [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] and the Secretary [member="Ice"]. All were dressed to the nines and that meant that Logan had at least put on a clean wife beater. Tonight they were all here to drink with their friends, fellow Ravens, and new connections, and as anyone who partied with the Ravens knew, it wouldn't stop until the morning hours.

[member="Jen"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Yuuta Namari"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Jen"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Drapeam Nyx"] [member="Liam Darkfire"] [member="Amarant"] [member="Glyph"] [member="Arkia Zinn"] [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"] [member="Seven Vramin"] [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

 

[Blair]

Sometimes it was the simple things in life that made people happy. Over times is was the more extravegant points, like being part of a powerful crime group who owned a grand casino, that had more simplicity than you'd think. Yuuta was all a quiver with anticipation wfor when this party was to begin, the entire time fussing over what to wear for such an occasion. Plenty to chose from and yet so little time to decide, at least as she saw it. Often she would consult with some of the hirilings of the casino to see what they thought, and those that didn't give the answer she liked would end up face down in a gutter that same night. Of course Yuuta would make the excuse that it was 'self-defense". Once the night of the party arrived she'd finally settled on a flowing, red cocktail dress that showed off her legs. ( http://voguemagz.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Red-Sweetheart-High-Low-Cocktail-Dress.jpg ) The little assassin wanted to prove she had killer legs as well as killer intelect.

Knowing that this entire event was made up as a sign of peace with the One Sith and the Black Suns Yuuta was told ever so often by those like [member="Cryax Bane"] to remain on her better behavior. Knowing what that entailed Yuuta promised to stay as professional as possible but did warn she planned to have "male sith poontang" by the end of the night. That was about as civil as she would ever get for an event like this.

She stood with the other Raven members, scanning about the room and taking note of who was here. So many handsome faces and only so many hours before morning. Yuuta wanted to act fast but was being kept on a short leash by Bane and the others for tonight. She only stood with them, a drink in hand, and played her part; even though it was killing her inside. A smile here and a nod there, but not without a little flirtatious wink here and there to be added. Oh how she felt like a predator on the hunt tonight.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Aleksandyr landed on Antecedent in his personal Galaxy-One starship. Just having concluded a potentially major business deal with the Red Ravens, the CEO was keen on being a good guest as they ever were. Tanlia Witt -- his assistant -- had ventured with him but intended to stay with the ship. "No weapons, Alek.", she shook her head at him -- about to walk into a party armed to the teeth; in fact one couldn't even tell where he had a blaster for all you know he was simply well-endowed. Alek frowned slightly, slicking his dark hair back a bit before unloading seven blaster weapons. "Overcompensating?", Tanlia added in a teasing manner. "He showed up at my party with an entourage of Guards, why can't I be prepared?", his protest was only partially serious. Afterall he did have is own guards too but managed to fire an entire security company whom he contracted with. Replacing it was troublesome and even now he didn't like the new guys at all. Tanlia just shook her head at his sarcasm and handed him the black tie. "Wear it.", she spoke with a commanding demeanor. Aleksandyr took the tie and looked it over, he wasn't much of a suit and tie guy and was wearing his typical bad-boy attire. He simply took the tie and strapped it around his shoulder in the shape of a bow; an asymmetrical one. Again Tanlia was not really in the mood for his games and did not protest, only pointing scoldingly towards the way out. Followed by a light security detail he made his way towards the Casino.

Letting up a sharp suggestive whistle, Aleksandyr sized up the structure before heading to the door, showing the bouncer the personal invitation that he relieved during the meeting on Balmora. After a brief frisk -- in which he undoubtedly made suggestive jokes -- the CEO entered the party and soaked in every detail of the Casino. He had been to several places like it but none as grand as this. His heart raced excitedly and finally he took a few looks around to see any potential party guests he could flirt and conduct business with and certainly did not forget the gestures made by [member="Cryax Bane"] back on Balmora.

Although he nearly forgot he was still on the carpet, that was how impressive things were.

 

[Bellona Vel]

Arkia's high heels click rhythmically as she approaches the casino which would hold the nights events. In truth, it brought back many memories the privileged Nautolan had long since forgotten. She remembered how she used to dance in massive ballrooms with everyone's eyes on her movements. Arkia straightens the strap on her black cocktail dress inlaid with tiny rubies. She still managed to live well enough off of her massive family fortune even though for personal reasons she was excommunicated from her family. As she approaches the entrance, she eyes a few guest who were giving up their weapons after a brief search it seemed. How predictable. Arkia knew all too well the Red Ravens would never allow weapons at their little soirée. She breezes through the checkpoint easily before she emerges into the main room. The rooms was full of milling guest whose voices created an incoherent buzz.

Arkia tosses her head tentacles behind her before she grabs a glass from one of the passing trays. Her eyes scan the room as she takes a sip of the liquid in her glass. The party certainly looked popular. The guest were all dressed in their absolute best and flitted about like bees from person to person.

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"] [member="Yuuta Namari"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Arkia Zinn"]

Nei didn't know why she bothered to come. She hated parties, especially fancy ones like this. Even worse, the Nautolan had no nice outfits that could cover her armour well. She didn't even have nice outfits, period; she had to buy one! It was very difficult, but eventually Nei found an outfit she liked -- the heels didn't even bother her, as the Nautolan figured she could use them to stab someone, and if on the run they'd be easy to slip off.

Not having her armour on made her jumpy though, and she didn't want to push her luck again with her blasters. Heck, she'd nearly pummeled the guy who was checking for weapons. Alright, so maybe that wasn't much of a surprise. But still.

Why the kriff can't this be an armour party?! Her tresses curled with stress as she kept an eye out for Asteria, Ice, Cryax, anyone she knew. Anyone except, of course, [member="Joran Del-Finn"]. The Nautolan visibly paled at the thought of that si'hklesi foh waltzing in and seeing her out of her armour and dressed like...like a noble!

The crowd had pushed her rather deep within the casino, and as Nei began to feel herself freak out she shoved past patrons, hoping to get out. Maybe.

 

[Jalek Sathora]

Another party, which invariably meant that Jalek would have to wear a suit and tie yet again. It wasn't his favorite attire by any means, and no amount of suggestion would change that. But he would do so if just to appease [member="Cryax Bane"], who was, finally in the public eye, or so he supposed by now, officially his boyfriend. Which was really, if he was being completely honest, one of his only reasons for actually bothering to attend. Otherwise he would have just as likely stayed in their penthouse apartment, entertaining himself by one means or another until Cryax finally returned. But that wasn't how he operated, so here he was again, once more navigating a crowd of near complete strangers or simple acquaintances, still unaware of who many, if not most, of the people in attendance were. It was something that would have to be remedied eventually, he supposed, but for now he was content in simply knowing one particular Chiss.

This time he'd made a note to be early or at least on time, after showing up more or less purposely late the last time. It was something he'd done to see just how easy it was to get under Cryax's skin when they were still testing the boundaries of their relationship, and it had worked. Now, though, he was settled into things, if not curious how things would play out this time around. Besides, this party was open to all instead of just those within the Ravens, so that was another intriguing aspect. Ever since his joining the organization he hadn't had the opportunity to mingle with those in the criminal underworld, and this would be his chance to do so. For better or for worse he couldn't say, but he was here regardless, and there was no backing out.

Jade eyes lit up with an all too familiar crooked smile as he spotted Cryax through the sea of people, and he sidestepped yet another small crowd before sliding into the booth next to him, not bothering to be at all subtle as he intertwined his fingers with the other man's, squeezing his hand gently. Instead of speaking he simply looked over at him with a half smile as if to say, 'See, I'm actually on time for once' before he scanned the crowd and then those in the immediate area, noting the vaguely familiar faces nearby. That would only make things more interesting, though he wasn't sure whether their reactions to he and Cryax being a couple would be boring or not.

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"], [member="Yuuta Namari"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton's eyes scanned warily the crowd before shaking his head. Nothing personal but he always found the notion of peace nauseating. He would have preferred nothing more than the pure adrenaline and slaughter of combat. Tonight however was for a conflict of a different kind. Snagging a drink from one of the server droids, he headed inward in search of familiar faces.

 

[Noamd]

Nomad, being him decided that heading to a red raven party would be a good Idea. It's good to meet new people he thought. He didn't really wear something over the top for the party however it was smart at least that what he thought. He wore a dark purple felt cloak over his new jet black long sleeved shirt and navy blue pants with bantha leather boots. He had even tied a feather to one of his headtresses!

Upon entering the casino he was searched for weapons -which he had left in his ship- and given entrance to the party it's self. Taking himself out of the masses of people he stood near a corner. He had managed to grow shy in the few seconds he was in there!

 

[Cryax Bane]

The sight of [member="Jalek Sathora"] approaching his booth, made Cryax's forced smile transform into a more genuine one. The Morellian slicer hated formal wear, but he cleaned up well, and as his boyfriend approached, Cryax let out a low whistle. Then he took the other man's hand, squeezed it in return, and then went one step further, kissing the other man on the cheek. "You're on time for once. Are you feeling ok?" he said with a smirk, jokingly putting his hand on Jalek's forehead. Cryax hadn't been as public about his current relationship as he had with his last one, when he dated the Manda'lor's sister Anastasia Rade. Mostly because the Chiss had learned just how easy it was for enemies to use it against him. The more public he was about his relationship, the more it jeopardized the life of his partner. It came with the territory of dating a crime boss, and some would consider it a deal-breaker.

Cryax, a slicer at heart, had his ever-present Datapad on his lap, and as he drank and talked, also texted with everyone and anyone. What anyone did without modern technology was beyond him. It made socializing at parties so much easier. Noting that [member="Yuuta Namari"] was prowling around on the casino floor, he fired off a text to her "Wzzp, need 2 talk 2 U at sum pnt 2nite"

As the party tipped into full swing, the Chiss looked around the room and not only did he notice a disproportionate amount of Nautolans, but he also spotted a figure who had intrigued him during a recent business meeting on Balmora. It turned out the enigmatic CEO of Gaillard Industries, [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"], had made an appearance after all. Pointing out the man, he turned to Jalek. "There's someone over there I want you to meet. Come."

Gesturing to Jalek to follow him, the Chiss crossed the room to where Aleksandyr stood, right by the red carpet, of course. Noticing the business man was wearing an interesting tie, Cryax figured it must have been some new fashion trend that he wasn't aware of. "Good evening, Mr. Gaillard," he said with a wide grin, raising his drink cordially and trying not to look at the handsome CEO like a piece of meat. "So nice to see you again. Glad you could make it out to our little shindig."

 

[Blair]

With her own little datapad on her person Yuuta felt it vibrate in her purse she carried with her when [member="Cryax Bane"] had sent a text. Seeing it made her smirk, wondering what it was he needed from her. She quickly shot back a text saying Anytime. Anywhere. Before proceeding back to her usual agenda of prowling about. She'd spotted those like [member="Nomad Crimson"] and [member="Arkia Zinn"] , and noting how they were potential partners with the Ravens. Only one of them, however, was obviously a Sith given her coloring. The other she asumed to be just another guest.

She shrugged them off before making her way past [member="Jalek Sathora"], the aparent boyfriend of Cyrax. She shot him a coy glance as she proceeded on, obviously showing herself off on how she wanted to tease with both he and Cyrax at any given chance she had. It was brief but she knew it would leave some sort of impression. From there she'd reached [member="Nei Laa"] who she knew as a member of the Ravens before getting her attention.

"Some party, huh?" she asked, sipping her drink. "So many fine choices and so little time." she indicated all the men present. She wasn't sure if this member was aware of her "secret" but didn't care either way, as long as she didn't bring it up.

 

[Faye Terrik]

Blood. Always blood. The metallic taste was all too common for Faye in social events. She wasn't an anxious person, and hardly an introvert, but she always found herself biting at her nails. The black paint which she used to cover them had already been partially chipped away before she even made it to security. And when the nail got too short, she moved onto the next finger. She needed to stop. It was a subconscious habit of hers, and maybe tonight would be the night she broke old habits. New lives cause for new habits. At the very least, a drink would ease her discomfort.

"Kriff..." she uttered under her breath as she looked at the dress she hastily purchased for the event. There was already an out of place wrinkle. It was rather cheap, and while she wouldn't admit to it, pre-owned. Faye made it a point to at least try and dress up, but Antecedent was certainly not Nar Shaddaa. She didn't know where the stores were and had honestly only been planetside for no more than half a day. Enough time to get to a consignment shop and then a dry-cleaner. The teenage slicer knew not to waste her time embarrassing herself in heels, and opted for flats instead.

"Bag please," the security officer asked her. More of a command really, but she had no reason to contest it. Faye handed her handbag over to him and he quickly searched it for any sort of holdout blaster or knives. Instead, he found a rugged datapad, some credits, a newly forged ID and a couple of other knick knacks. "Enjoy your stay," he muttered to her and handed the bag back. This entrance was definitely not the one for the big shot CEOs and Celebs, but that was what the red carpet was for. Faye had no interest in being on camera. In fact, she had made it a lifestyle not to be. If there was a picture of her littered somewhere in the holonet, it was probably in a criminal database. Another reason to keep a low profile.

With her bag once more in her possession, she made her way into the casino. It looked nice on the outside, but the inside was awe-inspiring. It was in that moment, she felt slightly underdressed. Many of the other patrons and guests were much more formal in there attire, likely name brand and specially tailored. A womp rat amongst vornskr. Faye stayed to the sidelines, avoiding the open middle area of the room as she made her way to the bar. She was only eighteen, but the handy ID she had said otherwise. It wasn't new, she had it for a couple of years. Nar Shaddaa was infamous for it's corrupt officials, and it was no difficulty to obtain a legitimate, fake ID.

"Give me the cheapest of whatever," she gestured not looking directly at the bartender. Instead, her eyes glanced around the area. It was entirely new environment for a street urchin.

 

[Bellona Vel]

Arkia scans the room critically as she continues to sip her drink. The tiny rubies woven into the cloth of her dress glowed softly as they catch the light from various points around the room. She carefully walks around the various guests of the party, and makes sure to keep her ears trained on all conversation. One could never be too sure when they would hear something helpful or, at the very least, interesting. After finishing her first glass, Arkia deposits it onto a passing tray and grabs another. The second glass ,however, is merely for show. She mills about near a table filled with people before she drifts on. Arkia raises the glass to her lips but doesn't take a sip of it.

 

[Puppet Kyrios]

Location: Dragon Palace Casino
Objective: PARTY LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW!!! Oh and celebrate Baimon cree Nova Breeth (festival of new birth)

Asteria showed up, wearing a new dress and ready to party. Most Ravens had only seen her more solemn and crazy sides, but she was about to show then just what a party girl she could be when she wanted to.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

The party was quite a spectacle. He loved the little details and spent time thinking in his head which mental illnesses most of these criminals and Sith suffered from; it was his favourite past-time. Afterall his own mother was a sociopath who spent most of her time in prison, what a gal. Alek turned to a familiar voice and smiled brightly at the sight of his new Chiss friend. He gave off a nod before responding, "Oh my. This party is quite the event.", he looked around still and continued to grasp the size of the place. "How are you doing?", he added as a kind gesture. For the moment he was only thinking of potential plans for the evening. Rent a top notch suite, collect two or three people, and have coffee. That was the usual game he played on Balmora but he'd been kicked out of numerous establishments for tossing HoloNet screens into pools, driving speeders into hotel lobbies, and cursing out casinos for apparently rigging it whenever he had a bad hand. Nonetheless he was quite happy to be here and felt at home.

He only hoped that Tanlia could've joined him but she never responded well to his gestures; lest she take him to court for the fifth time... In fact, that's how she ended up owning 3% of his company.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=25793aJMcRw

The property was massive, over ten million square feet. That was a lot even to Star Wars standards. So there were some more lively areas of the party going on at that time, it was black tie affair but that didn't mean people were not going to have fun at the club and casino. In the more alive areas of the party scores of people moved their collective bodies on a dance floor to a very house like track thick with drum and bass. Maybe over a solid hundred to two hundred plus people were on the dance floor having a good time and enjoying the party.

And of course at the center of the dance floor having the most fun was the off the clock republic field agent Patricia Susan Garter. Originally she had been scheduled to work information gathering at this event but somehow came down with a case of space strep throat and was unavailable to work the event. That however was a lie and Patricia was out on the dance floor shaking it like never before. The twenty five year old agent had a complicated life, her home planet of Zeltros had been messed up badly and a five years ago she had been in love with the king of the shadow empire. She even gave birth to their child, but being the impulsive party girl that she was the agent went back to the republic and left that life behind.

Part of her missed her ex fiancé, and the daughter she had only seen once before bolting leaving then both high and dry. But her daughter was okay right? She was a literal princess and that had to count for something, maybe it was better that she left? All these thoughts crossed Patricia's mind when she was dancing hard, but she quickly shoved them away and got back to party. No sense in spoiling a perfectly good party. The agent was loving the vibes of the party, she had gotten there thirty minutes ago and was having a blast.

 

[Noamd]

Nomad attempted to swallow his Shyness as he moved around the edges of the party. Looking around he saw the very familiar face of [member="Nei Laa"]. She was wearing a fine dress and he almost went up to talk to her but as he started to weave his way there he saw someone else talking to her and delayed the order. Nomad made his way to the edges of the crowd once again and took one of the drinks from a passing tray. Slowly but surely he placed the glass to his lips and swallowed a small proportion of liquid.

Keeping the glass in his left hand he remained in his little isolated area, every minute or so he would take a sip of his drink.

 

[Noamd]

((Double posted))

 

[Dredge]

A well broken and trained slave can sometimes be called a husk. In a way they are no longer who they were, instead that identify had been stripped from them. It was taken from them, their names, rank, social standings, all of it was taken until nothing was left but firm and obedient slaves. Or husks, one might say. This particular husk was a human dressed In a very expensive black tie and suit for the party. He had come under the name of Richard Bargas a local business owner who ran a few small time drug circles in wild space. However this man was not that man, that man was dead. So rather in his place a very well suited husk would go in the late dealers place. Walking through the front doors the man was clear of any weapons or bombs, this was not an attack or a raid. There was no fleet that would touch down to start glassing worlds, well there was actually. But they would not be glassing this world.

The man known as Richard went pass security and found his way inside. The brown skinned man looked around in a deadpan stare. There was nothing on his face, devoid of pain and anything remotely human. He simply stood there looking for someone in the most strange way possible. The husk moved forward not spotting what he was looking for, he had his message to deliver and he would either get it there or die in the process. The latter was a far better option then returning back empty handed and a failure.

The husk of a man moved deeper into the casino, he needed to find [member="Cryax Bane"]. He needed to be reminded his place in the galaxy, beneath the boot of the Supreme Overlord. The husk kept walking calmly through the hotel looking for his target, he would find him soon. Besides if worse came to worse the thrall could simply text Cryax, that was one piece of information a Yammosk had pulled out of the presidents brain while rooting around.

 

[Dessh Ekwesh]

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No one had to twist the arm of Diego Ticon, former-Taris-swoop-gang-member-turned-Jedi-padawn, to jump on an opportunity to consume copious amounts of free alcohol and hit on drunk gorgeous human, near-human, and alien ladies. So the young ex-thug broke out of his detention at the Jedi Academy on Ossus, "forgetting" to inform his master [member="Corvus Raaf"] of his departure, and hired a Phoenix Shuttle, charging it back to the casino, of course, flying to Antecedent for a night of much-needed debauchery. It was often said among his friends back on Taris, that if Diego wasn't getting into trouble, wait a minute.

Dressed in a sharp white suit with his shirt unbuttoned almost all the way down to his navel, his long dirty-blonde hair washed for a change, Diego made his entrance in typical Ticon manner, striding down the red carpet already wasted, punching a hapless paparazzo who had gotten too close with his Holo cam, and making a huge show of hemming and hawing when he was frisked by security and disarmed of a small arsenal of weapons.

Striding up to a bar droid and grabbing himself a martini, a much fancier drink than he normally enjoyed, he let his pensive blue eyes roam around the room, looking for a skeezeball to take back to his hotel room with him. With the way that she was shaking what her mama gave her on the dance floor, [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] looked exactly like the kind of woman that Diego considered his type, which quite frankly was any woman breathing. So he leaned back on the bar and shamelessly watched the lithe blonde dance, setting his charming grin on "womanize." When she looked his way, he mouthed the words "'sup girl" just in case his blatant leering wasn't enough of a dead giveaway.

 

[Falks]

Falks walked around in his stylish attire with a slight smirk smeared across his face, he drank expensive beer which reminded him of the old days where money was good and expensive beer was a part of his everyday life. He stood around akwardly admiring the filthy rich people with their champange and expensive colones, it reminded him of a zoo. Falks shrugged and walked past a bit untill he found a good wall to lean against, this definitely wasen't a party he was comftable in, the people where to fancy, their loud giggles, festive dresses and sweet smiles were sickening.