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

[Judas of Vahl]

Clearly something else was on both the President's mind. The greeting was merely a display of pleasantries and Mordecai rather enjoyed the idea of being seen with the less than savory types. It was a good image to picture an apparent lord of all evil and hatred to be associating with the criminals of the underworld, especially these Red Ravens who were quickly gaining ground and reputation. They'd already beaten back all Black Sun aggression with a single swipe of their hand and even Mordecai had been present there with the Phobos and its crew.

Mordecai inclined his head at Cryax's partner, glancing at their interlocked fingers. "The pleasure is all mine. Now, I did not come here today to talk business or anything like that. I simple want to," he clicked his tongue in thought, "Evaluate your organization. I would like to see what gifted souls you have within your ranks."

He was referring to Force sensitives. "I can take them under my wing." The Dragon Lord said. With that, he stepped to the side and threw his own emerald gaze towards that lifeless husk of a being. He was Force Dead and it wasn't hard to sense something like that. The thing's devoid eyes showed little interest in him or anyone else, solely trained on Cryax.

Turning, the younger Zambrano headed away from the rest of the patrons and faded into the background as quietly and subtly as he could.

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Jalek Sathora"]

 

[Faye Terrik]

The glass Faye was handed was much cleaner than what she was used to, but the quality of the content was on par with past experiences. On the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, it wasn't uncommon to get low quality whiskey in a stained glass. Piss-key was what she often referred to it as, since it was probably about the quality of piss. Still, a drink was a drink. She dished out the few credits she had in her handbag and set them on the counter. There was no point in establishing a tab that she'd be incapable of covering.

So she'd have to settle. Even if a good portion of her credits went towards a mediocre drink, at least it was a drink. If worst came to worse, she'd maybe be able to sweet talk a refill from some sap. As she zipped her bag closed, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of someone taking the open seat to her right. It was a long haired man, someone who looked just as out of place as she did in such an establishment. In fact, that was to be said about plenty of those who had seeped into the bar area just as the party was starting. It was [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]. Faye took a swig of her cheap alcohol as she watched the bartender deal the shady business with her new bar-mate.

Plain clothed security. She thought, knowing that anyone willing to risk being armed in such a place would be a fool or insane. It was hard to tell which the man was, if either. Faye glanced around, but figured she was the only one who saw it. Before she had time to think about it more, the man spoke to her. It was an offer. Offer for some better spirits. The slicer let out a shrug before taking a big swig of her current drink. "Sure," she said as she sat down the empty glass with pieces of ice still in it. Despite her new acquaintance's etiquette for drinking out of the bottle, she would prefer it in a glass.

Something was distracting the girl though, it was not the cheap whiskey either. She felt something that she had only felt once or twice before in her life. It was odd, as if there was a presence around her that she could not see. It didn't make her feel queasy like an alcoholic after effect, but rather it was just...there. Faye's eyes narrowed as she looked at the man, curious of what it was. It felt like it came with him, but she was still so uncertain about the feeling. "What, uh.. What's your name?" she asked as she awaited the refill.

It was a rather overwhelming feeling to her. When she felt it, it was not this... dense. She glanced around for a moment and while there were many vibrant and unique people and beings, a certain few stood out to her. Not incredibly far away, she spotted two red-heads at a table. Likely siblings, maybe even twins. [member="Leo & Luna"] sat too far away for her to be certain or not. Then there was [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] , a man she saw in the distance, whom wore a radically different outfit from many of the other party goers.

Faye was uncertain as to why, but she felt this..presence radiate off of them as well. Or maybe it's my imagination. She quickly disproved the idea in her mind that these people stood out because of some invisible, ghost-like energy. It was just the anxiety of being on a new planet, with new faces, in a casino where she'd never imagine herself even wandering into. She had no idea what connection she may hold with the four who stood out to her. A drink would rid her of the anxiety, was her new thought process of the moment.

 

[Miss Blonde]

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

[member="Diego Ticon"]

Patricia smiled watching the man work his way over to her, he was to say the least a rather sweet piece of ass. The woman continued to dance and was almost impressed the length the man was willing to go to get some by maneuvering his way through the crowd like a shark in a school of fish. But there was something about Patricia that the man didn't know, she was not prey, she was not a helpless fish or gazelle. She had the eyes of a predator, years of being an agent had made her inner resolve hard and strong. Maybe when she was younger all this guy had to do was say a cheap pick up line and she was as good as his. But not this Patricia, not after seeing all that death.

But she would give this guy a chance. And in almost a flash of one of the bright lights above he was upon her. Joining her in the mix and dance he was behind her with his hands set quite lightly on her hips. She didn't care though, the woman was in full party mode and the feeling and music was euphoric for her. The man opened up with a little complement and Patricia gave a little grin that he couldnt see.

"I know." She said responding his comment of her being on fire. Patricia kept up moving to the bass grinding her butt against him on the dance floor. The music shifted a bit reaching a drop in the song. Bending over Patricia was grinding lower and lower giving her partner a rather plesnt view until her bottom almost touched the ground. She was a sultry goddess of temptation upon the dance floor and she knew it. Her moves were nothing but slender cascades of wreckless abandonment and power.

Once bringing it back up from dropping it low Patricia pushed up against Diego and have the man her name "Patricia." She said in a sexy whisper. "And what's yours hot stuff?" She asked in the same whisper that would shatter weaker men's resolve.

 

[Cryax Bane]

When Dredge's thrall mouthed the word "wretch," a word that Cryax never wanted to hear again as long as he lived, his blood ran cold, palms breaking out in a sweat. The room swayed momentarily and he turned his gaze away from the man, trying the best he could to quell his rising panic. Get it together, man. All eyes were on him and he had to give good face at this party. So he focused in on the words of the raven-haired Sith Lord in an attempt to level-set his reality.

As [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] mentioned mentoring the Red Ravens Force-sensitive members, Cryax still distracted, the gaze of [member="Dredge"]'s thrall and the soundless word he had just spoken weighing heavily on him, nodded. "Our, uh, Forced-touched Ravens would relish the opportunity to be educated in the ways of the Sith." he said, his red eyes meeting the Sith Lord's gaze for a second, then flashing briefly over to the stranger's and back. As the Sith Lord took his leave, the Chiss felt everything else around him blur, his thoughts laser-focused on the unknown man hovering nearby. His adrenaline spiking to fight-or-flight levels, Cryax had to take control of the situation. Choosing fight over flight, the Chiss squeezed his boyfriend's hand and knowing that [member="Jalek Sathora"] would have words with him for this later, relinquished his hand and headed straight for the eerie stranger.

"What do you want with me?" he hissed under his breath at Dredge's pitiful empty vessel of a man. "You have two seconds to state your business before I have security haul you out behind the casino and beat you to a bloody pulp. And trust me, I will be right there with them striking the first blow. Now talk, damnit."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Spectre"] [member="Valik"]

"Gonna start by spiking the..."

A Red Raven walked by with a keg over his shoulder.

"...punch. Excuse me."

Alec followed the keg. When it reached its destination, she scooted in on the press of frat-like space gangsters and tipped her half-whiskey flask into the keg just in advance of the beer bong. Someone tried to stop her; someone else stopped the stopper. Beer was good; hard beer was clearly better. Hard beer with Bavo Six and Zeltron Elixir of Infatuation definitely qualified as best.

Red Ravens started getting really, really honest, one at a time.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

The thrall let out a throaty but tame demonic laugh, wretch was really threatening the lifeless husk of a slave? The body that was in front of them was essentially Dredge on a long distance pay phone. If you take a thrall and have them on enough surge coral mind control becomes a lot easier through the aid of a Yammosk. However, take a thrall like that and shove a unhealthy amount of glitter stun in him to boost telepathic capabilities, you had yourself a nice little cell phone you could throw around a planet until the overdose killed them.

The thrall smiled at Cryax with Dredge's same trade mark grin and moved forward to sit down in front of Wretch and his partner. He sat down and got comfy and began to speak in the exact tone of the overlord himself. "Oh Wretch, how you never cease to amuse me." The thrall let another tear roll down his eye when pain rocked the core of being. "Excuse the meat suit, it's brand new." Dredge said wiping the pained tear from the face of the thrall.

"Quite the lovely place you have here, I must say it's positively glowing. Look at you all grown up and on your own, it seems like only yesterday I took your legs from you. " the thrall kept up the grin and kept talking "Samantha says hello by the way, she rather missed you wretch. Her current toys just break so easily." The thrall let out another pained tear then it's gaze shifted to [member="Jalek Sathora"]. "Oh and you must be Jalek, I've seen so much of you. Killing you over and over in Wretch's nightmares was the most fun I've had in years. Can't wait to do it in reality." The thrall gave the man a wink and turned back to Cryax still sming

 

[Bellona Vel]

Arkia drifts over towards a person practically radiating dark side force. He looked familiar enough, but she couldn't exactly place his face. The Nautolan sith takes a sip of her drink as she studied his face from behind a small group of guests. The crystals in her dress shifted as she slinked her way a tad closer to get a better look at his face. As Arkia approaches, the name suddenly comes to her. Of course. It was [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] trying to blend into the background. Arkia wasn't surprised. Now that she realized who he was, it was obvious he would have to be here to keep up "diplomatic" relations with the Red Ravens. She took another sip as she watched him very carefully.

 

[Valik]

"I saw we follow her lead." Valik said, and headed over a decent distance behind her. After she put something into the keg of hard beer he poured himself a rather large mug, and ran his fingers through it. With Art of the Small he began to separate the components, analyzing the individual components of the mixture, finding the beer, a familiar truth serum, and something else. Interesting. Continuing with Art of the Small he removed the alcohol, putting it into a concentrated mixture of Bavo Six and the Elixer of Infatuation.

"Oh you are quite the little devil." Valik said to the woman, and motioned to her flask. "Lemme fill that back up for you. A mixed drink like this doesn't deserve to be wasted on only one keg." He said, and if allowed would pour her a refill, then take his mug of Bavo-lixer of Infatuation Six to another Keg, a little ways off. Spread it around. They didn't need to mix it into all of the drinks, just most of them.

[member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Spectre"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

There were several presences that he felt in the Force. His own shadow-cloaked form simmered in the shadows as he sicced his gaze on several immediate anomalies. The foremost of which were the prominent Red Raven members that he had met with already. [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] was at the top of that list and his seating at the bar wasn't surprising at all. It appeared that Lord Reverance hadn't kept him on a short leash and even went as far as to allow him near a bar.

Poor, poor Reverance. What alcohol did to a man was astounding. Some frat boys nearby gurgled on their whiskey and bourbon as one of them was lifted into a handstand on a keg with a tube lodged in his mouth. His friends were chanting something profane about his girlfriend and mother, though all of them were either too dimwitted or blind to notice that the sweet liquid had been equally profaned by [member="Alec Rekali"]. Mordecai hadn't seen it happen either, but the results were rather amusing and irritating at the same time.

"Chug, chug, chug!"

Sighing, he started to slowly move away from the cadre of angsty teens and their flat-billed hats. This party was something else. Some wore suits and ties while others wore simple trousers and baggy shirts. Apparently everyone had been invited. A red-skinned individual caught his eye as well. Her sensitivity rivaled that of another he had sensed elsewhere, but he ignored it and panned out his senses to discover all of the oddities before finally making a move.

Get back on track.

"Right." Mordecai murmured to himself, eyeing Logan once again. That other spark he had felt came from near him, though he had no idea exactly where it had originated. The Red Raven second-in-command was talking up some lass who looked a little down on her luck, so he batted a blind eye to her and naturally guessed that Logan would be trying to woo her.

What a poor gal. Her and Reverance must have their hands full.

[member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Arkia Zinn"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Parties weren’t, when one considered the grand scheme of things, one of the worst events to be at, especially not on a planet like Antecedent. And for Keira, the youngest of the three Ticon siblings, it was preferable to many things, one of them being alone with nothing but her own thoughts. Enough time doing that had been spent already, for reasons she wasn’t all too eager to speak of. But with going to the party came the crowds and the noise, something she couldn’t adjust to, no matter how much time was spent trying to do so. Still, with having been back on Antecedent for a few weeks, she supposed now was a better time than ever to show her face again. For better or for worse it couldn’t be said, but she was there now, and there was no backing out.

Sure, it was specified as a black tie event, but for his sake she hoped that Cryax wasn’t expecting a Ticon to go along with any ground rules given, even if they were from a friend who she owed her life to. As it was, the outfit she’d chosen wasn’t particularly formal, if it was at all, and it was more so casual attire than anything. But there was a severe lack of any type of dress clothing in her wardrobe, and she hadn’t much been in the mood to go shopping. This had settled, and it was what she had decided to wear. Besides, the jacket thrown on over it all did a good enough job of hiding her cybernetic left arm, which she knew someone would have a comment about by the end of the night. It wasn’t the result of her capture, rather a sparring match gone a bit awry, though not many were aware of such.

For now she was seated at the bar, leaning against the counter and watching the party unfold with mild interest, noting with a faint amused smile that her brother was, once again, attempting to seduce some girl. Only this time, it actually seemed to be working. That was an extra step to the equation she’d seen played out before. Instead of intruding she nudged at [member="Diego Ticon"]’s mind subtly with the Force, hoping to attract his attention. They hadn’t been in much contact as of late, and she hoped to use the night as an excuse to change that. The two were, after all, blood, and keeping in touch was something that they'd been extraordinarily bad at. But, just from a glance at things, he seemed to be just the same as he always was, which wasn't that big of a surprise.

 

[Jalek Sathora]

Responding with violence still was Jalek's first instinct to most any immediate threat that concerned him or his, doubly so when one of the aforementioned individuals included [member="Cryax Bane"]. But after getting more of an up close and personal look at things, he knew that it wouldn't make a difference whether this ended in violence or not, because the only parties it would have any immediate effect on would be the two of them, and nobody else. The man before them, if he could be called that, was merely a messenger, no longer one capable of feeling much of anything, or so it seemed. That was fine, but none of this still sat well with him, and with any kind of physical resolution out of the question, he had to settle for the next best thing, which was, invariably, his words.

Despite the words spoken that would have most likely cowed anyone else but the two of them, his only immediate response was a crooked, almost cocky, smile. Really, it was the face he always put on with strangers that weren't the Chiss standing next to him, though it wasn't an act. Being raised on the streets didn't give room for much else than how he usually spoke and acted. And it suited him just fine, however much it irritated any other parties in question. It was doubtful that even anything he could say would have any effect on this shell of a man that sat before them, but it was better than nothing.

"I look forward to it, too. Except, y'know, it'll be us killing you. We could start early, if you'd like." Here he indicated the man that was seated, who he supposed could be referred to as @Dredge. What a suiting name, now that he thought about it. "You should know better than to speak to your elders like that, anyway." Again he referred to his Morellian heritage, something that he didn't often bring up in most conversation. But the comment had come to mind just as easily as everything else had, and he saw no reason to withhold things from someone who probably knew next to every detail about him already.

"Is this it, then?" His smile widened just a bit. "You're shorter than I expected."

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

After giving his interview Alek approached Cryax and his companion. "My apologies.", he said nodding almost in assurance and began to scan the area for potential guests. Noticing Leo & Luna who seemed like they'd be fun, @Moredcai Zambrano who looked like he'd be a handful, and [member="Keira Ticon"] who seemed quiet and reserved -- which in his experience meant wild in more discreet locations. He also noticed [member="Valik"] but wasn't really interested in what was going on with the whole hair thing.

Nonetheless he turned his attention back to [member="Cryax Bane"] and [member="Jalek Sathora"] whom he had been speaking with earlier. "Where were we?", the young CEO asked as he eyed the two up just as equally as nearly everyone in sight. His heart raced with excitement from the possibilities. He recalled liking Cryax a lot from their business meeting but wasn't in the mood -- for good reasons -- to talk business at all.

 

[Bellona Vel]

Arkia passes a rather intoxicated girl dressed in a simple white blouse and a pair of black pants. The girl's head was draped over another girls shoulder as tears flowed from her bleary eyes. The Nautolan rolls her eyes and shakes he read as she passes. What has happened to the days when people would control themselves at public events? Or at least dress a little better? After finishing her second glass of champagne, Arkia grabs a new glass and cradles it in her hands.

As she makes her way progressively closer to [member="Mordecai Zambrano"], the female sith had to dodge sputtering drunks who's glasses were a little too close to tipping onto her dress. Arkia finally reaches the Sith Lord.

"My Lord," She says as she bows her upper body slightly. "I am rather surprised to see you here."

 

[Dessh Ekwesh]

“My name?” he asked mock innocently. “Whatever you wanna scream out tonight, darling,” Diego said with a wide smile, flipping his long hair out of his face. “But for now you can call me Diego.” Naturally deficient on resolve, any marginal amounts that the young man possessed faded away as he watched [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] shaking it like a polaroid picture right in front of him. Tearing his eyes away from her luscious body, which was no small feat, he peered around the room, looking for a restroom or broom closet in case neither one of them could make it upstairs in time.

Then he suddenly felt a familiar presence in his head as his sister [member="Keira Ticon"] reached out to him with her telepathic Force tendrils, a simple nudge, no more no less, to make him aware that she was back and safe. As happy as he was to find out that she was alive and well, she sure picked a bad time for their reunion, especially since looking at Patricia on the dance floor and feeling his sister in his brain completely weirded him out.

Still Keira was his little sis and deserved a big bear hug from her worried brother. He whipped his head around looking for Keira, but the dancefloor was so packed with sweaty writhing bodies, he couldn’t see her anywhere. “Don’t go anywhere beautiful,” he said to Patricia and glared at the nearby men swarming around her as if to say “mine,” before ducking into the crowd in search of his sister.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto was caught off guard to say the least, his eyes wide for a split second as her mouth assaulted his own. It was indeed quite the role reversal since he was used to being the aggressor instead of the recipient during most of his romantic extrusion in his past few years. As he tried gain access into her mouth his right hand moved along her left leg before resting on top of her left cheek as he gave a gentle squeeze. His left though held her back as they continued their kiss but Seto broke it off as he breathed in deep once but quickly maintained steady breathing soon after. He gave her a lopsided grin as moved his left along her spine as he nodded mostly to himself. "I guessed you would take the first action instead of allowing me," He chuckled as he spoke. With his right still firmly holding her ass he asked "Did I look too easy to snatch?" He formed a smirk as he waited for her response.

[Member="Yuuta Namari"]

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Nomad Crimson"]

Arms still crossed, Nei let out a soft growl. Somehow, even in an outfit that she had on, the Nautolan was still able to look a bit scary. At least, she hoped she looked scary. Bah! Shoulda just left my armour on! The heels had added a couple inches to her height, but she was still shorter than Nomad, much to her chagrin. "You be nearly a decade younger than me, yeah? Yeah. And if you want to meet new people, go to....to a library!" Not the best comeback, granted, but it made her feel tough, so that was okay.

"And Cryax Bane, the president of the Ravens, be my boss. Figure it do good to show up." Nei fidgited with her dress, clearly uncomfortable with the outfit. "But I might not stay long. Soon as I get back to the Star I be selling this thing on the 'Net. I feel like a bantha sausage stuck in a leotard," she grumbled.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Diego Ticon"]

Patricia giggled at the man's offer, he was certainly full of himself. But that wasn't a bad thing, it meant he had confidence and that attracted the crap out of Patricia. It was something most men didn't have when it came to dealing with a woman like her. She continued to bump and grind against the man letting the music take her to paradise, and she was planning on taking Mister Diego with her once a suitable private space could be acquired. "Well let's see who will be screaming the others name." She said in the same sultry whisper, she was gaining her fill of dancing on the floor and wanted to shift into doing the horizontal monster mash with Diego. The woman pressed against Diego softly and smiled. She was around five foot three and using that short height she looked up to roughly give Diego's neck a kiss with only the slightest bit of tongue to send a few pleasant sensations his way.

But then he killed the mood by walking away to go see something else. Patricia was about to pitch the guy the bird and find someone else until he gave every man on the dance floor a literal death glare. Patrica's leg buckled a bit that only made her want the man even more. To tackle him and take him right there on the dance floor. Patricia did not take no for an answer and she was not about to be rejected by some smooth looking bearded asshat who thought he could come up on her and start feeling her up without the curtesy of buying her a damn drink. Feelings of lust and anger flickered through her mind and that moment of I Don't Care About Anything just came out.

Throwing off her high heels the small woman pushed throwing down people who got in her way until she reached Diego and tackled the sleazebag to the ground. However instead of taking the man on a one way ride on the pain train she began to deeply kiss and tongue the crap out of him. Laying on top of him she could be compared to a lioness pinning down a zebra, a sexy as hell zebra! Grabbing his cheeks with both her hands she pressed into the kiss tightly and closed her eyes the music thumping in the background. People continued to dance and party, hell other people did the same grabbing different partners on the dance floor making out and starting a trend that was pure lust and love of being alive and young.

 

[Noamd]

[member="Nei Laa"]
Nomad was there to meet new people in a sense however he failed to mention who he wanted to meet. The truth was he didn't really have any reason to be there he just wanted to be there.

"I'm not going to waste my credits on games, I don't even know how to play!" he tried to reason. He already knew it was pointless. His facial expression changed a dramatic amount "Who do you think is the other Nautolan?" he asked in a rather quiet voice for the loud music.

 

[Cryax Bane]

The Red Ravens security guards were as sharp-eyed as any this side of the Outer Rim, and when some jokers started spiking kegs of beer, a few guards took notice and mobilized the others, talking hurriedly over their comlinks. Soon they started making a beeline over to the offenders [member="Valik"], [member="Alec Rekali"] and [member="Spectre"] Given the recent poisoning of [member="Zatten Black"] at the casino a few weeks ago, it was natural that security was on high alert for saboteurs contaminating the liquor.

Meanwhile in the booth where Cryax, Jalek, [member="Dredge"]'s thrall, and now [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"] sat, things were getting even tenser. Trembling with rage, the Chiss listened as [member="Jalek Sathora"] launched into a verbal assault on the Vong husk, and as chivalrous as it was, he knew that his boyfriend's threats would fall on deaf ears. Cryax had discovered the hard way that the Yuuzhan Vong overlord was immune to intimidation. Finally when Jalek was finished, Cryax himself spoke in a low growl, flashing his red eyes menacingly at the thrall. "Don't you dare bring him into this, you piece of filth," he said, putting a protective arm around his boyfriend and jabbing a blue-skinned finger in the thrall's face. "This is between you and me, Dredge. No one else. Also last I checked you gave me three weeks to get you what you needed and unless you can't count, it's only been one. I'm karking working on it. And since you seem to have me confused with someone who repeats himself, I'll say it again. Get. Out."

"Sorry that you have to be privy to this little dispute among colleagues," he whispered under his breath to Aleksandyr, hoping the man woudn't ask too many quesitons about what was going on. He also hoped that for the businessman's sake he would be instinctive enough not draw unwanted attention to himself, as he had no idea the immediate danger presented by the creature who inhabited the body that shared their table.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Aleksandyr found the whole ordeal a little weird; he honestly could care less about what was going on. He assumed it had something to do with the criminal underworld or perhaps an elaborate affair but nonetheless he didn't ask about it. "Not at all.", he responded politely trying to break the ice before asking the tough questions. "Who are those two red heads? Also who is she?", he said looking at [member="Keira Ticon"] who peaked his interest, although the male & female redheads were still on his list. There was something particularly interesting about reserved individuals that really made Aleksandyr giddy.

Otherwise he maintained -- or tried to maintain -- having the conversation with [member="Cryax Bane"] despite it becoming increasingly awkward. He also noticed two guards closing in on the guy with the weird hair he saw earlier. "I see you're kicking him out for the hair, eh?", Aleksandyr said completely seriously. He actually found it to be a fashion crime. Why? Everytime he asked himself that his head began to hurt a little more until he simply gave up on the topic.