Bad Dames and a Whole Boatload of Trouble

[Darth Grimoire]

BAD DAMES and a WHOLE BOATLOAD OF TROUBLE​

DEFIANCE, KATARR​

CRIMSON DISTRICT​

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Defiance, was a gnarling mess of urban sprawl and urban decay. But, the Crimson District was far worse. Any pretences Grimoire held as a former lord of a dominion and haughty preconceived notions of her Sith stature were washed away in the vast sea of scoundrels, criminals, prostitutes and low-lives she found herself among. And yet, she felt, free. No more was she restricted to etiquette of the Sith Order, nor its rules and regulations. Here the free hustled and worked for their gains. And even that Grimoire could admire.

Having left her Sith attire with [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] on Cularin, Grimoire instead wore a body forming black combat suit, a leather black jacket and tight black polymer trousers with boots. Her lightsaber and her mother's lightwhip were tucked into modified gun holsters beneath her jacket. After wandering around like a lost tourist, weaving in and out of crowded traffic and passing beneath eerie glows of neon lights, she found what she had been looking for. A bar, brothel, and gambling house are rolled into one - an establishment a contact had mentioned dealt in the buying and sealing of contraband and stolen items. And stolen items she was looking for - a ship more precisely. Grimoire had a new idea to go with her new look. Grimoire stopped below the blinking neon sign glowing Galactic Basic lettering that read "Deadend's Dive".

If she was going to engage her new chapter, she need a decent ship - one well used by scoundrel's and pirates a like. She had been in contact with a man simply called Grayrat. He had mentioned that he had a shop for stolen and acquired vessels and wasn't too opposed to sealing something to a Sith. His instructions were to enter the establishment and visit the sabacc tables and ask for a "cut deal" from the card dealer.

Grimoire watched those who entered and unsure of what she would encounter she stepped past the threshold. Inside the establishment was dimly lit by red lights. Encased in see through columns, thinly clad dancers teased customers, while drinks were passed around by protocol droids modified into walking graffiti decorated art pieces. Grimoire's golden sith eyes gleamed in the low lights and red hues. She passed the bar and visited a sabacc table free of players. A solitary Twi'lek card dealer raised a single brow as she sat.

"You're not from around here." he said with an accusatory tone.

"No. I am not" Grimoire retorted. "Nevertheless, I'd like a cut deal, if you are open."

The twi'lek paused for a moment, he searched Grimoire with his eyes. And then a smile cut across his face as he reached for a set of cards. A lecherous look came over him as he watched Grimoire glare at him as he did his work.

"You know you're pretty hot for a Sith chick." he said.

"And just as dangerous Twi'lek." Grim replied leaning over the table resting her elbows upon it. "Deal."

The twi'lek scoffed a laugh and pulled out a single card, placed it face down and wandered off. Grimoire could feel her blood pressure rising. The asinine secrecy was getting on her nerves. Frankly, she would have preferred just raiding the place, but in kindness to the Sith Lord who watched over the city she played along. Turning the card face up there was a holocall coordinates written over the card's suit. Grimoire's black inked lips bent into a frown. Standing up she left the tables and wandered over to a table tucked into a booth and sat inside the pink cushioned seats. Booting up the holoprojector at the center she dialled the number and set the volume down low.

Elsewhere, the Twi'lek had wandered off to a pay phone and had called up a local gang known as the Corellian Dicers, a gang of cut throats and mobsters.

"Yah, she's here." the Twi'lek smired. "She knows Grayrat. Shame really she's hot. Yah....I'll see you in ten then."

Grimoire sat back in booth as a messy dead channel in a person's figure materialised. Grimoire's frown deepened.

"Hello Princess." Greyrat's voice greeted Grimoire. "Enjoying your stay?"

[ [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Cinder Rose"] [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Vaylin"] ]​

 

[Vaylin]

She disliked cities, hated them even if she were honest with herself.

It had been nearly a week since Vaylin had arrived in Defiance, following up on a piece of advice [member="Aria Vale"] had given her. While the Zabrak had obviously spent time in cities before, both during childhood and her old life as a Jedi. She had also spent five years in a jungle, and there was no denying that would have an effect on one's psyche. Seperated and isolated from people and civilization. So in the wake of the pair latest catch up, her Master had insisted on her going to explore a city or two. After all, there was only so much Vaylin could learn and do constantly visiting and exploring tombs. Or at least that was Aria's reasoning behind the suggestion.

Nonetheless, she had listened and after going to seperate ways again Vaylin dived into some research. There were countless cities one could visit, but the Zabrak was the type that went for something specific, that would provide a challenge. Eventually, she had come across Katarr; specifically the city of Defiance. An apt name given it appeared to 'defy' the rest of the galaxy with its advertised freedom.

The city was enticing and dangerous. It was right up Vaylin's alley, and she had immediately plotted a course for the planet.

Although after spending time there her excitement had been mixed with annoyance. She disliked the constant racket, the busybodies that got in the way and the general smell of the place. It was a stark contrast to the jungles of Dxun and the forest of Athiss. But it had provided a few valuable lessons for the Zabrak. Having situated herself in the Crimson District; after being interested with the concept of 'trying to survive there', she had come to understand just how low people could get when occupying an urban labyrinth of buildings and streets.

She had immediately been beset upon by a pair of lowlifes, who wanted to steal her valuables and do untold things to her. They barely got anywhere before Vaylin had severed several of their limbs with her lightsaber. That in itself had been a lesson, about not just using her weapon on a whim. While the district was known as stomping ground for Dark Side users, showing yourself as one of them would inevitably bring much larger sharks swimming. So Vaylin refrained from using it much, at least in open public anyway. Plus the two goons were promptly killed anyway, so they were never able to speak a word of her.

Fast forward several days and the Zabrak was now moving through the streets with a casual ease, albeit with a cautious sense of mind too. She was dressed in nothing special; shirt, jacket, trousers and boots. Vaylin looked like any other nobody on the street, her hood prominently over her head to conceal her face in its shadow. It was something she had come to learn from her time spent with [member="Sumiko Tanaka"]. That her looks would make her stick out, catching the gazes of passers-by. Useful as that could be at times, it was also a potential issue depending on where she was at the time. Defiance was most especially the latter.

Vaylin silently slipped through the doors of 'Deadend's Dive', keeping her hood up. The establishment was one she had frequented a few times during her stay, mainly to get a drink or two. She had never took the time to play any of the games on offer, and simply remained an observer. She had settled herself at the bar, immediately ordering a drink. Not a few minutes later a woman; raven-haired and dressed in a combat suit entered the building and passed by the bar. Vaylin felt a stir in the Force, feeling the pull to keep her attention on the newcomer as she made her way over to the sabacc table.

She watched as the conversation unfolded and the stranger moved on to take up one of the nearby booths. That's when her eyes snapped ot the Twi'lek dealer, who was off a moment after she had left the table.

Interesting...

| [member="Grimoire"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Cinder Rose"] |​

 

[Darth Abyss]

Nothing escaped the Prophet's all seeing eye inside his own realm, especially not a presence that carried an echo of [member="Aria Vale"] with it. The former jedi and the sith lord had meet a handful times, and she had even had assisted him on his quest to transcendence. Sensing someone like [member="Vaylin"] that was marked by this little glimpse of the past was a simple task for the twisted, dark entity Aria had helped to create, at least in a city where his hand reached everywhere.

Abyss agents, the inner eye, had already kept an eye on her, more driven by almost academic interest for her walk along the crimson path than by paranoia. There was a reason why she was here, and like any other thing in the galaxy he desired to uncover it, as just another little mystery to keep his mind occupied. A thin pale, and absolutely unassuming, man had followed her to the Deadend's Dive, slipping in only a handful seconds after her. With a drink and a datapad in his hand he rested in the edge of room, the small device used to constantly keep the sith lord updated on the current situation.

The empty, eldritch husk that ruled over Katarr's derelict mazes of fallen towers, makeshift structures and a drop of almost artistic brilliance that kept it all together, as well as over the endless lonely wasteland and the decayed black sea that broke at Defiance's shore, on the other hand didn't walked among the common people most of the time. He had explored the Memory Halls, a ages old network of tunnels below the city that had more dead ends than actual connections, like no other and had learned to use them to move through his city unseen. In a small room, one close to the Deadend's Dive and filled with particular beautiful graffitis that framed the half faded walls around him, he waited to see how exactly events would unfold, ready to intervene should he see to option to gain an advantage in the future.

Around the establishment, either on the rooftops, or inside half faded, abandoned buildings, more agents had taken place, watching the surroundings and who came in and out of the bar. He didn't expected that he would be forced to act on such a scale, but when ruling a city like this it was preferable to be prepared no matter how unlikely a situation sounded.

His eye had seen [member="Grimoire"] as well, yet it had been less watchful of her. The sith were no strangers inside the Free Cities, but neither were they a common sight. It was always best to be wary of them at first, Abyss knew first hand that his kind could be utterly unpredictable. Still surveillance on her had reduced once it became clear that she was trying to buy a ship. Sith looking to make a good deal on the black market that was only really rivalled by those of Nar Shaddaa and Malachor was nothing out of the ordinary. That her path and that of the woman who carried remnants of his old ally would soon cross had peaked his interest enough to draw him from his hall of emptiness deep below the city.

[member="Cinder Rose"]

 

[Shae'an Vai Li]

The 'Free' city, it had shown so much promise at first. A place where the scum of the galaxy mingled and somehow made common ground. Rallied around an idea, or perhaps a ghost of one, they lived and thrived in the ruins of a dead world. Very picturesque. Perhaps for some this really was the best the galaxy had to offer. For Shae it was only disappointment and anxiety run rampant. The spectacular failure to find any sort of artifact or lore worth a damn she could deal with.

The anxiety on the other hand a new feeling. She had dealt with cities before, walked the endless duracrete halls of Coruscant and been on planets were the sky was an alien being, seen only rarely and treated with disdain and suspicion. But this? This was different. Every manner of creature and deviant seemed to lurk here, nesting beneath the shattered remnants of civilization and yet thriving in it. A million souls who had erected a monument to life atop a graveyard world.

The very essence of the place seemed to claw at her, to scrape away at the veil of reality and drive the presence from the edge of her mind to its core. Something about that terrified her, but she couldn't figure out what. Trying to dwell on the concept was difficult show how, and only put her more on edge. That in itself was frightening, she owed everything to the presence, why should she fear it? Wasn't trying to embrace it more fully the whole purpose of her quest now? To seek out some method of reaching into the dark side more fully? What reason was there to be afraid?

Surely the darkness would welcome her.

She shook the thought out of her mind. Defiance, they called it, but it was all just false hope. For a place where one was free to traffic in whatever vice they wished those who claimed to be marketing Sith artifacts were either fools, liars, or both. There was plenty of kittât, but it was all shocking mundane or useless at best. Alchemic swords could be found, but no tomes on the process used or the ritual involved in the making of.

And worst of all by asking too many questions and spreading little money around she had begun to attract attention of the more generically unpleasant sort. The first tail had been obvious, and she'd sent him scurrying off into the night convinced his worst demons had come to life, his mind a ragged mess of half-seen illusions and subconscious fear. But these people were used to dealing with the Sith and the types of power that the dark side brought to the table, and they got clever quick.

The most recent shadow she'd picked up was clearly a droid, because she couldn't feel its presence at all. Her only clue had been the thoughts of a passerby who made the connection in this mind. A small flying drone, that was cautiously staying out of reach and largely out of sight. It was the nail in the coffin, so to speak.

It was time to get the hell of this planet. A few coins had revealed the name of a place where one might find passage. A dingy establishment in the Crimson District called the "Deadend's Dive.' It wasn't particularly hard to find, a few of the locals gave directions in the almost oddly friendly manner they had, and the entrance was lit by a dying neon sign.

It wasn't until she entered that it occurred to her that it made little sense to go all the way to the deadliest district on the planet to procure something as straightforward as transportation.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Grimoire"]

 

[NightSister]

She'd never say so out loud, but Aria rather liked herself in black.

When Aria Vale wasn't on her endless quest to study and explore, any of her friends could tell you that she would be away having a good time. Her idea of a good time varied, but she was fond of the city and just as much so of partying. She knew how to work, but she knew how to play, too.

She'd even suggested Vaylin come along too when she left for Defiance. Her apprentice was more than at ease with most of her the things she taught her, but her promise had been to help the girl into life away from Dxun and that went further than skill with a saber. The first party she'd dragged Vaylin to had shown that the Zabrak sorely needed to accustom herself with nightlife, and even amidst alcohol and laughter Aria had taken note. This time she'd let Vaylin explore the city separately, keen to keep her from losing independence (she was a fierce believer in her own independence, and it was a principle she encouraged strongly with her apprentice).

By now she'd been on Defiance a while, and though she doubted she'd stay much longer it didn't prevent her from enjoying herself in the slightest. Clad in black and leather, she'd taken a speeder to the Crimson District, striding into the first divebar that caught her eye and taking a seat at one end of the bar.

“Whiskey, please.” She gave a nod of thanks, words trailing off as the distinct feeling of eyes on her manifested. Apprehensive, she spun in her seat.

One glance clearly told her the man was drunk.

“Heyyyy, gorgeous.”

Aria rolled her eyes, fixing her gaze on him. “You don't want to hit on me,” she said drily, waving a hand.

His posture shifted at once, expression vacant, almost dreamy. “I don't want to hit on you.”

“You want to put the booze down and leave.”

“I want to put the booze down and leave.” The drunkard set down his drink and shuffled off.

“Charming.” Her eyes locked onto the Sith woman slipping inside a booth some distance away with curiosity, only pulled away when the bartender returned with her whiskey. “Thanks. Keep the change.”

- [member="Grimoire"] - [member="Vaylin"] - [member="Darth Abyss"] - [member="Shae'an Vai Li"] -

 

[Voices of The Deep]

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"Good girls don't make history."​

The traitorous sun had fallen from the sky as reflective golden eyes peered through the darkness. Glinting in the brief light shining upon them from the moon to cut through the shadows in searching of any of the stranger things which dwelled in this world. In a way it felt like home though there were noticeable differences between this planet and scorched surface of her home world. Still it held an abnormal sense of comfort as the haunting fingers of the specter’s twisted within the smokey pulled themselves against orchard skin.

This darkness...this coldness...it bothered the woman greatly. She was a creature drawn to heat and fire and such an environment like this was...opposite to her nature. Demons lurked in this urban jungle...it is their home which their forms twist and fracture before they can embrace those who turn the soil of their haunting grounds. Each sensation comes from the demon’s response as they seek to alter the spines of those who come to close.

But some do not fall to their tender caresses so easily.

Shay hated the city...

Every city...

All cities~

It was the noise...the hustle and bustle...she often found herself getting lost in such environments.

Still...the golden eyed woman was rather distracted at the moment. A small droid floating by her side as the heels of her boots clacked along the sidewalk before coming across a rather amusing scene...

'Deadend's Dive'.

Cinder grimaced, sensing a rather interesting force from within which peaked her interest. Glancing at the translator droid and grinning the golden eyed woman wandered inside...her long, red scaled tail swaying behind her for a moment as she peered inside. Taking in the interior of the place as she walked in casually. She wore a rather simple outfit...black leather crop jacket with brown straps connecting the two across her ample chest. Armored shoulder pads and leather pants with spiked durasteel along her shins...

This place seemed...amusing. Immediately the Dragoness grew her gaze towards the number of creatures who resided within...all of different shapes and sizes, making her feel less out of place than normal. Her slitted reptilian eyes and tail along with her rather obvious horns made her stand out quite a bit at times. Still, she made her way towards the bar when suddenly a man got up to leave...the lumbering creature nearly crashed into the woman, falling into her and pressing his hands into her chest and spiking a rather violent reaction from horned beast as she lifted a hand and grabbed him him by the shirt and hoisted him up several inches above her.

"Nor bresh'neit! Snavvy borra qual val!" She hissed, her golden eyes flaring color as the droid spoke up.

"She says, 'Watch where you are going...i think. Difficult to translate..." He mused, Shay huffing smoke and embers from her nostrils before dropping him back down to ground level and shoving him towards the exit as he practically fell out the doors.

Her flowing crimson banner draped down her back and shoulders...her fist clenched as she walked towards the bar and took a seat beside a woman dressed in black. So eyes are drawn to rove the form of the stranger in a blatant way of observation, taking in what stood but several away. This creature was finely constructed with lean, perhaps too thin, of muscling as features rang out to counter that which Cinder had expected.

Noticing the glass she drank from Shay tilted her head and reached out to tap [member="Aria Vale"] on the shoulder and smiled invitingly as she spoke and pointed her glass.

"Qual dra? Nava shni bhal?" She mused with a grin.

The droid translated swiftly.

"She asked what you are drinking...forgive her, she is not familiar with the languages of our fine galaxy yet." The little droid explained softly as Shay tilted her head.

Interesting creatures indeed.

[member="Grimoire"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Shae'an Vai Li"]​

 

[Novin Jackal]

A blaster shot rang out, Novin's blaster was raised at a Senator's head, The Corpse of the Senator dropped as if it were a ragdoll. It made a thud on the ground as it dropped to the floor lifeless. He slowly looked at the corpse and grinned, "Pathetic and Easy" Novin said as he went over to the body, Slowly looting it.

He chuckled and looted it, "My my, You were rich Senator" The word's left Novin's mouth, He looked at the unmarked credit's, Another easy job done. He slowly stuffed the Credit's in his pocket, His damned partner was at the bar drinking with pretty girls, And he was here, doing the dirty work. He slowly sighed.

Novin slowly left the scene via Jetpack, the hum of his jetpack filling the night, He slowly went to his contractor, He landed infront of him, The Contractor backing away at a slight glance, He had a well known reputation around Katarr, He was know as The Grim Reaper.

He chuckled at the Contractor, The Contractor tried laughing aswell but it came out as a nervous laughing, Novin slowly glared at his Contractor motioning for the briefcase as he brought the Datapad that the Senator had on him, He exchanged it with the Contractor, He looked in the credit's frowning under his helmet, "You gave me 300k, I asked for a damned 500!" Novin said, The Contractor tried to spit words out.

"I-I'm sorry I tried to-" The Contractor stopped in his track's his eyes widening in surpise and anger, He slowly felt his chest, a red hole remained there, smoking and still blazing a crimson red. The Contractor fell onto his knee's speechless.

Novin walked up to the Contractor grabbing his Jaw and lifting him up with ease, "You were only a pawn in this game of mine." Novin said with a slight laugh at the end, Before throwing the Contractor over a railing.

He plumpeted down the side his body fading away, His body was then engulfed into the blackness of the night.

He slowly walked with his money keeping it right at his side. He slowly saw a bar and walked in, He looked around, He saw people giving him looks as if he were a animal. Well, He was mentally.

He slowly sat down next to a droid that was translating for another woman, Was this Woman not from this Sector? "She asked what you are drinking...forgive her, she is not familiar with the languages of our fine galaxy yet." The little droid explained softly.

He called to the bartender, "Can I have a Coruscant Brandy.." Novin said to the Bartender who slowly backed away and nodded quickly scurrying away. He soon was given his drink taking off his helmet and drinking from it.

revealing his handsome face, Well he thought he was handsome, He didn't really have any realtionships because He kills alot.

People continued to look at him, His blaster's at his side, He began to drink away at his drink, listening onto the conversation with dragon in the room, He called her that because, She had a damned scaley tail!

 

[Garlen Zorabos]

This was not a bar that Garlen would typically go to especially during his reign as ruler of Ord Bostadus, however before his rule, he had frequented many bars such as this one as a young prince. His guards, 2 Bostadian Clone Troopers, followed him into the shady bar, their helmets shined when they walked into the dimly lit bar. Being the nicest dressed people there the patrons took notice and murmured. One of the stupider barflies walked up to him and said,

"Hey BUDDY! Why do you think you can walk in here with your two karkin'-"

The man pressed a finger into Garlen's Jacket. The two guards raised their weapons and the man instantly threw up his hands. with a wave of his hand, Garlen commanded the soldiers to lower their weapons. The barfly then had a relieved look on his face but before he could thank Garlen for his mercy. He smacked the drunk with the butt of his blaster pistol causing the barfly to spin and fall, landing knocked out on his stomach. Garlen then put two shots in the drunk man's back.

"Give the Barkeep 200 credits for mess." He commanded one of the soldiers.

"As for rest of you," Garlen said looking around.

"Think twice before laying finger on me." He said calmly with a thick accent.

He sat up at the bar, his bald head shined as he ordered a drink. Next to him sat a Mandalorian. Fierce warriors the Mandalorians are. Possibly a potential hire for his growing empire.

"You are true Mandalorian? Yes? Too many fakers wear their armors these days" he said to [member="Novin Jackal"].

 

[Novin Jackal]

While Novin was loafing over his drink he heard some commotion behind him. "Hey BUDDY! Why do you think you can walk in here with your two karkin'-" He heard before the man was cut off, He slowly turned around to observe the scene, He loved fighting or violence as it is.

The man pressed a finger into Garlen's Jacket. The two guards raised their weapons and the man instantly threw up his hands. with a wave of his hand, Garlen commanded the soldiers to lower their weapons. The barfly then had a relieved look on his face but before he could thank Garlen for his mercy. He smacked the drunk with the butt of his blaster pistol causing the barfly to spin and fall, landing knocked out on his stomach. Garlen then put two shots in the drunk man's back. Novin chuckled at the scene looking at the guard's.

"Give the Barkeep 200 credits for mess." He commanded one of the soldiers. Novin observed before turning back to his drink taking a few sips from it.

He heard a abrupt voice from the side of him. "You are true Mandalorian? Yes? Too many fakers wear their armors these days" He heard the man say, "Pure 100% Mandalorian blood. What's it to you?" Novin said, His anger coming from his blood, Not wanting to sociallize, "I'm Novin Jackal, What about you" Novin said still drinking at his drink. He ordered another drink, Even 11 of these couldn't get Novin drunk.

He continued to listen onto the conversation next to him, still wondering about the, Dragon lady next to him, He chuckled at the thought, before saying to himself, "Dragon Lady" Novin said

Garlen Zorabos

 

[Darth Abyss]

The pale man still remained in his corner, seemingly ignoring the happenings of the bar around him while typing on his datapad and taking a few sips of his drink in between. Yet a good observer would've been able to catch a glimpse of distaste in his face when the guards of [member="Garlen Zorabos"] entered, a emotion that blinked over his face a second time when the man put down the drunk that crossed his path. Random, unfounded violence wasn't in short supply inside the Free Cities, but while the citizens cared little about the infighting between them they weren't to keen of outsiders doing the same. If they killed each other they simply played by the rules they all chose to live by, but non of them had singed up to be killed by tourists. Despite all this he remained calm, there was no use in starting up a fight over a single life. Yet his eyes remained on him, assessing the potential threat in case he would be forced to act.

The Deadend's Dive was filling up, some figures like [member="Cinder Rose"] and [member="Shae'an Vai Li"] merely quick, incomplete notes inside the city spanning surveillance network, others like [member="Novin Jackal"] known by the Inner Eye in name, appreance and reputation. The most interesting of the new arrivals was [member="Aria Vale"]. Pale Hand had recognised the former jedi from various sources provided by the Prophet, and their dark master had provided them with an actual protocol in regards to her presence inside the Free Cities. The agent hadn't been told why exactly, but he knew better than to question the judgment of Abyss who never did something without a reason, even if that reason often escaped the logic of common minds.

Slowly he rose from his chair, making his way towards the bar, standing besides Aria while placing his empty glass on the counter. The barkeeper looked at him and offered him a knowing nod before refilling his drink without asking for payment. The small glimpse of a chain around his neck, holding a cursed talisman and known symbol of the Prophet hidden below his clothes, was payment enough. When the pale man had already moved away back to his chair, a small note could be found right besides Aria, "A. Vale." written on the small piece of paper. The Prophet had decided to send his old friend a message.

Spoiler

"Long time no see "jedi". I hope you and your apprentice have enjoyed your stay inside my city so far. Do not worry, soon we will meet mask to face."
-A-

In the darkest depths below the city the Mindeater looked at his pocket watch, his empty eyes looking at the path the future would take. Even without his gifts it was fairly obvious that the mix of people gathered in the bar would lead to a interesting situation, the only question was when. For now the eldritch husk would remain silent and motionless a bit longer, a deadly, patient predator that struck when it was least expected.

[member="Vaylin"] [member="Grimoire"]

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Vaylin"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Novin Jackal"] [member="Garlen Zorabos"] [member="Cinder Rose"] [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Shae'an Vai Li"]

“Enjoying is a generous term, Grayrat.” Grimoire hissed between her teeth. “You said you would meet with me.”

The hologram image of Grayrat shrugged, “I did. Never said in person princess, dangerous place the Crimson District.”

Grimoire’s frown began to bend even further. Leaning in she plucked at the hologram mimicking a choke hold. Her golden eyes beamed at Grayrat. “Well, I am here, and so are you. Shall we begin?” she graoled.

“Shoot, Princess.” Grayrat said.

“The ship, what do you have?” Grimoire began.

“I got a few corvettes, lined up down below in one of the spaceports.” Grayrat began. “Its under the name Yuvov. I have some Corellian make, with some real nice quiet stuff, you know the kinda tech that makes you hard to follow...or catch heh.”

The details of the other ships made her frown spring slowly to a sinister smirk. This was what she had been looking for. Grimoire reclined back into her booth chair and crossed her arms. Although relaxed her posture still retained that air of Sith superiority. Grayrat spoke of other ship details but, Grimoire’s mind stayed on the first, Corellian make he had mentioned. Their conversation took on a while after. As they did so, several interesting patrons of the bar wandered in. Grimoire watched each as she processed Grayrat’s information.

“That’s the lot Princess.” Grayrat concluded. Grimoire’s attention sparked back to Grayrat, “The Corellian-make. I am fond of its description.”

“A the Dominatrix eh?” Grayrat chuckled, “She’s a beauty.” Grimoire’s face contorted into a confused glare. “Curious name.” She replied. “Well, its well deserved.” Grayrat joked.

Out of the corner of Grimoire’s eye however, she spotted the twi’lek speaking to a large group of scoundrels. They large group was dressed with complete disregard for discreteness. Their weapons hanged from their shoulders and belts. Grimoire saw the Twi’Lek point at her. Her complexion took on a deadly experssion.

Grayrat startled, figured it was him. Sith are so fickle, he thought. “Something wrong Princess?”

“You’re Twi’lek is a traitor, Grayrat.” Grimoire whispered. “There is a large group of thugs coming my way.”

“Feth, so they found out.” Grayrat replied in panic. “You better get to that dock Princess. I’m sorry, but, I got enemies just lik you. I’ll switch to your personal comm-link.”

“Hold it you -” Grimoire’s shout was interrupted by Grayrat’s feed cutting off into darkness. Grimoire sighed and rose up from her booth just as the horde of thugs wandered over to you. The lead thug was a zeltron with a cybernetic eye and stupid grin. Grimoire heard him called Tarlakk.

“You with Grayrat?” Tarlakk barked.

Grimoire said nothing, instead she surveyed the riff raff and watched the rest of the bar to see if there were any hidden accomplices. She counted fifteen. She slowly unfolded her hands and rested them by her sides. The dark side swelled in her hands and reached down into her fingertips before oozing out in invisible stealth to tingle at the hilt of her mother’s lightwhip. Tarlakk was impatient, he knew he had his target, a Sith. He barked at her once more, “Talk queen.”

Grimoire rose her head up and looked down at Tarlakk, “Unwise, garbage. Unwise.”

Suddenly the force fully snapped and the hilt of the light whip flung into Grimoire’s hand. Flinging her arm out the crimson plasma whip cracked free in a glowing serpentine swirl. As soon as it was unleashed, the horde of thugs flinched for their weapons, but, Grimoire was faster. She manipulated the whip to snap down on the group in a wide slash across. The whip cut through three of the accompanying men with Tarlakk, rendering one free of his left arm and another of his head. Tarlakk, guarded his body with phrik gauntlets as the whip slashed towards his neck. Grimoire spun about and next flung out her outstretched palm blasting the group with a force wave sending them across the bar.

After crashing into a gambling table Tarlakk chaotically rose back up and shouted orders. Those of the gang not tossed aside began to fire blaster rounds at Grimoire. At that moment, Grimoire leapt behind the booth table overturning in. She deactivated her light whip and retrieved her regular saber, lighting it’s red blade. When finished she pole vaulted over the table and using her saber skills began deflecting the saber rounds. However, her rebellion was interrupted when a force breaking grenade, of Mandolorian outfit, detonated right in front of Grimoire. The invisible force cancelling cloud and explosion tossed Grimoire across the establishment to bar where [member="Aria Vale"], and [member="Vaylin"] had been seated.

Grimoire let out a loud roar of pain before gingerly trying to prop herself up. She looked down to see her saber short out. Still disorientated the thugs descended on her. Grimoire bared her teeth like fangs of a beast. This was bad.

 

[Novin Jackal]

Novin finished his drink handing some credit's to the bartender slowly yawning, He then burped slowly. He slowly stood up.

He grabbed his credit case making sure he was gripping it tightly, He looked around observing the such area.

Novin slowly began to frown at the area, he could sense a fight was going to break out and it wasn't going to be good at all.

He was close to Grimoire he was able to hear his or her conversation loud and clear.


“That’s the lot Princess.” Grayrat concluded. Grimoire's attention sparked back to Grayrat, “The Corellian-make. I am fond of its description.”

Suddenly the force fully snapped and the hilt of the light whip flung into Grimoire’s hand. Flinging her arm out the crimson plasma whip cracked free in a glowing serpentine swirl. As soon as it was unleashed, the horde of thugs flinched for their weapons, but, Grimoire was faster. She manipulated the whip to snap down on the group in a wide slash across. The whip cut through three of the accompanying men with Tarlakk, rendering one free of his left arm and another of his head. Tarlakk, guarded his body with phrik gauntlets as the whip slashed towards his neck. Grimoire spun about and next flung out her outstretched palm blasting the group with a force wave sending them across the bar.

After crashing into a gambling table Tarlakk chaotically rose back up and shouted orders. Those of the gang not tossed aside began to fire blaster rounds at Grimoire. At that moment, Grimoire leapt behind the booth table overturning in. She deactivated her light whip and retrieved her regular saber, lighting it’s red blade. When finished she pole vaulted over the table and using her saber skills began deflecting the saber rounds. However, her rebellion was interrupted when a force breaking grenade, of Mandolorian outfit, detonated right in front of Grimoire. The invisible force cancelling cloud and explosion tossed Grimoire across the establishment to bar where Aria Vale, and Vaylin had been seated.

This had turned into hell very quick, He slowly walked over to where Grimoire was, Seeing the thug's and sighed, "Why do I help people like this."

He was dodging blaster bolt's left and right. He slowly put the suitcase under a table then putting a tracker on it, 300k Was there inside that case.


Novin said to himself as he brought his Dual Westar 34's up to aim at the thugs gunning them down very quickly.

He then did a slight jog over to Grimoire, He accidentally bumped into Cinder Rose Not caring much a damned Blaster fight was going on.

He began to fire at more thug's, "Hey? Can you walk if not I'll carry you" Novin said as he Toxic Gas Grenade in the direction of some thugs. He continued to look around his senses raised and his gun's ready if needed, he then waited a response from Grimoire. He continued to look around waiting for a answer.

 

[NightSister]

The first sip of whiskey made its way into her system, and Aria held the glass with her elbow resting on the counter, satisfied. There was always a time to get blackout drunk and party past the stage that in hindsight seemd surely too far, but finely tuned instincts were telling her to stay alert (curiosity, suspicion - perhaps both) and she was content to drink slowly and in silence for the time being. It was decent whiskey, besides - best savoured.

Another sip and then she set the glass down with a clink, eyes going again to [member="Grimoire"] as she tried to guess at the story behind the woman's presence. She could see vaguely a figure approaching the counter from the corner of her eye, but she thought nothing of it and let the man come and go without so much as looking his way. It was another moment or two before Aria turned back to the counter, another moment still before her gaze landed on the slip of paper inscribed with her name. Now it occurred to her to look around, and her head turned sharply as she craned her frame around trying to spot the man who'd just disappeared from the bar but her gaze couldn't identify its target. Feth. With a mental shrug she observed the note, the fingers of one hand flattening the little paper out so she could read its message.

Long time no see, 'Jedi.' I hope you and your apprentice have enjoyed your stay inside my city so far. Do not worry, soon we will meet mask to face.
-A-

For an instant the expression behind the glowing ambers reading the note was vacant and then her lips dragged back in a smile. A was Abyss, Sith Lord and long a good friend of hers. She had no idea how he intended to meet - she'd not so much as known he had any measure of control over the planet - but Aria trusted Abyss, and she looked forward to seeing him.

She was still poring over [member="Darth Abyss"]'s note when she felt a tap on her shoulder and whirled around to see [member="Cinder Rose"] talking in a thick foreign language, words lilting at the end as if she was asking a question. Aria raised a curious eyebrow and on cue a droid translated - she smiled in understanding.

"That's quite alright - this is whiskey. Not bad whiskey, either." She looked back from the droid to the foreign woman. "And you are?"

That was when crimson shot from the hilt if a lightwhip and all hell broke loose.

Aria watched the ensuing chaos, drinking down some more of her whiskey to accompany. Doubtless she held something like concern for the Sith woman fighting off a horde but it was seemingly needless - the woman clearly knew what she was doing. She was certain, right up until a grenade detonated and blew Grimoire into the bar, that the woman would be just fine.

In the span of a second she decided it was worthwhile defending the woman, snatched up the lightsaber she kept permanently on her person, and started doing so. The blade ignited, blood red, and she swung it into the frame of the first thug as her free hand pushed another backwards through the force. [member="Vaylin"] was nearing in moments, and Grimoire would surely be back on her feet just as fast; they cut through the pack of men in minutes.

Breathing heavily, Aria switched off her saber and looked at the unknown Sith woman. "You okay?"

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin had felt her master's presence the moment she had stepped into the establishment, but made no move to call her over or acknowledge. That was not the purpose of this week long exercise, nor was the Zabrak the type to openly wave her down whether through physical action or the Force. So instead, she sipped on her drink and merely watched from the corner of her hood.

Thankfully that first party Aria had taken her to, had instilled a valuable lesson in Vaylin when it came to alcohol. To drink it a measured amount if you weren't intending to get completely wasted, and if you could manage that you'd have a pleasant time. It was in part, the reason why she regularly frequented Deadend's Dive aside from silently eavesdropping on the current going ons in the area.

She twitched however when she felt the familiar feeling she was being watched, followed or both. It was something she had gone familiar to during her stay in Defiance, but previous times her 'tails' had always been blatant about it. This one however was making a point to not be seen, to not draw attention to themselves.

They were good, and Vaylin didn't like that.

Her attention was drawn when [member="Garlen Zorabos"]' words rang out across the establishment. Vaylin peered back slightly, to look at the man and refrained from rolling her eyes. As if it would worth to touch him to begin with.

The Zabrak returned to her drink and eyes lingered back over to her master, who seemed to be getting various attentions as she sat there. She watched as the pale man approached Aria's seat and place his empty glass down. Some hidden message was passed between him and the bartender to resulted in a free refill. But what caught Vaylin's eye was the subtle movement as the man left something at her master's side. He was like a shadow, moving quick enough that if you had blinked you'd have missed it all and he'd be back at his seat.

At the same time though, Vaylin's attention shifted to the sore thumb in the room; one [member="Cinder Rose"]. She arced an eyebrow underneath her hood as she assessed the woman that was speaking with Aria. In general she made a point to stick out, or perhaps the dragoness didn't give a damn how she looked to others. The Zabrak was unsure, but she got a chuckle when Cinder basically pushed away the poor sod who had ran into her.

That's when everything went to hell. Just as Vaylin was returning her attention to [member="Grimoire"], the Sith woman was up on her feet with her lightwhip cracking. Initially Vaylin remained stationary, perferring to watch and drink but she could feel her bloodlust thrumming. The Forcebreaker grenade went off and Grimoire was sent flying towards the bar. That was the Zabrak's cue as she reached into her jacket and pulled her lightsaber out.

"Time to dine." She chuckled, igniting the blade and dashing into the fray seconds after Aria had.

The combination of the small group retaliating against the thugs; coming to essentially Grimoire's defence, ensured the ragtag group were no match. Tarlakk had come for his target; a Sith and had found three more, a dragoness, a mandalorian and whatever Garlen was with his guards.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Novin Jackal"] | [member="Shae'an Vai Li"]​

 

[Voices of The Deep]

​

To survive her own darkness, she strangled the stars for their light​

In a captivator’s gaze this woman did not seem to belong, and truthfully she did not...the golden eyed woman often found herself at a loss when it came to socializing with these creatures...At least, in the mind of the titan it is how the red wisped tendrils came to find her marred hide. Oh how they teased upon the bare flesh of the dragoness. It seemed almost in mockery that they touch upon those subtle curves, question, for how could it have come to be this way. But she was here now...free and unchained.

But they would never understand, it is not their fortune.

Such words rolled smoothly over the Dragonesses scattered mind, they were soothing yet counted that feeling in the same line. Those who haunted from the old world barked to those of the bog as their own slender and ethereal white limbs traced the points the red palms dared touch. They offered a brief distraction in this venturing, this unknown mission. Her scene drawn deeply into lungs. Heavenly, succulent, wild...forbidden.

Shay's eyes refused to leave that charming bodice of the woman beside her as sharpened nails clicked and clacked along the bar table. And when the girl responded with the word 'Whisky' Shay tilted her head curiously and echoed the word.

"Whiskeeeey?" She would muse, her accent butchering the world rather horridly as she glanced at her droid for the rest of the translation. But just before the droid was able to translate a fight seemed to break out...a rather violent one at that. Both the woman beside her another both jumped up and rushed to help the damsel in distress who seemed to be the target of the conflict...Shay stood from the bar, her golden eyes wandering curiously for a moment as she tried to understand what everyone was saying with no real luck.

She cautiously took a few steps when suddenly a man covered in armor and weapons bumped into her, making her eyes flare with color as he rather rudely just pushed through without even a word...

Shay huffed, smoke loving her nostrils as she balled her fist tightly, the droid reading her climbing body heat as he floated in front her.

"Pryvit, ne vin tse ne mav na uvazi! Prykhodʹte, vam ne potribno stvoryuvaty stsenu, davayte prosto yty!" He'd tell her, attempting to calm her down as heat emanated from her very being and fire began to dance upon her orchard skin.

Shay clenched her jaw, feeling as if she were a volcano preparing to erupt as several other thugs began to stir like cockroaches.

And then...a grab upon her shoulder...a large hand of a male as it tightened and attempted to pull her back. However...the six foot tall woman was heavier than she looked and far more physically dense than other women...the man kept pulling at her before shouldering.

"Get out the way queen!"

Shay slowly looked over her shoulder with narrowed eyes...the droid backing away and sighing deeply before uttering two words.

"Oh no..."

And with that, Shay turned herself around to face the shorter man as she stared down at him with eyes akin to that of a devil. He reached for his blaster quickly and went to aim it at her face, but before he could even align a shot the red haired woman grabbed his wrist and snapped it faster than he could blink. The gun falling from his hand and onto the floor as she then struck him right in the gut with enough force to push his lower body out from beneath him and onto the floor. Using his one good hand to keep him up as he puked up blood all over the floor as Shay stepped towards him with fire in her eyes.

"Vy dumayete, shcho ty velyka lyudyna? Davay todi, napay na mene tvoyiy ubohosti!" She hissed, lifting her hands and tying her fingers together to combine both her fist as if she were playing volleyball. Then slowly lifting her arms high above her head before bringing them down like the wrath of god...her fist impacted with the top back of his head with such earth shattering force that her head slammed into the floor, crushing his skull and rubber banded back up into a full back-flip as he landed on his neck, severing it audibly.

Her gaze then cut towards the others...baring her sharp teeth in a snarl before making her way towards them as well while they seemed to be focused on the gathered group who all rushed to help the woman as if she were some kind of delicate flower. Such things were of no interest to the fire maiden, and as she neared a man with cybernetic implants she was quickly stopped by another man who struck Shay across her face with a rather well placed punch.

And yet, she did not budge or stumble...but rather glared at him with narrowed eyes as he put both his hands up as if saying to 'fight me'.

Shay tilted her head curiously for a moment, but then he threw out another jab and struck her on the other side of her face, forcing her head to turn to the left, followed by another hit forcing her to look right. And while it may of looked as if he were winning...one would likely notice how he shook his hands in pain after each connected blow as if he had punched a solid brick wall.

Her head soon re aligned and she looked down at him with a look that clearly said she was not very amused.

He went to throw out another punch to her gut and once again all that could be heard was a loud thud and CRACK of his fingers being broken, recoiling his hand and grunting in pain. Shay merely rolled her eyes, reaching out and grabbing him by the face and mushing him aside forcibly as he crashed into the side of the bar. Her long, reptilian tail swayed behind her slowly as another man who had noticed the ordeal quickly drew for his blaster...

She reacted quickly, her tail whipping out similar to [member="Grimoire"] 's whip as the sharped, pointed and bony tip of her tail impaled the mans chest, lifting him up a few feet as her tail really worked its way in there, ruining his insides before dropping him back to the ground when she finally reached the man named Tarlakk.

She reached out rather simply and tapped him on the shoulder...though he reacted much more violently than she had expected. Swinging around and instantly burying a dagger deep into her side...

Shay winced in pain and looked at the wound for a moment, looking down between them as blood trickled down her bare flesh and onto her leather pants...

The Dragoness then glared at the man and that rather silly grin on his face as if he had just 'won'...

Shay threw her hands out quickly and grabbed him by the head on both sides. Pulling him up into the air about a foot above her as she began to speak to him.

"Vy povynni dumaty, shcho tse hra, shchob vytyahty shchosʹ podibne." She mused, applying immense pressure to his skull with her bare hands as the others he had brought with him were occupied with [member="Aria Vale"] , [member="Vaylin"], and the others. And just as she was preparing to cave his skull in the translator droid rushed up to the man in her grasp and began to speak to him as he struggled and kicked at the woman.

"Stop, stop! Don't struggle! Just say you're sorry and she will let you go! She is very easily offended and incredibly sensitive! Just apologize!" The droid explained, the man grunting in pain and looking around as panic began to set in.

Clearly he did not have the brain power to comprehend what the droid had told him...

Oh what a shame.

[member="Novin Jackal"] | [member="Garlen Zorabos"] | [member="Darth Abyss"]​

 

[Vrac Dajok]

Vrac slowly chugged his booze as it glazed and coated his throat. Vrac leaned back while sitting in the bar stool and tipped over. Sprawled out on the ground and looking up at the ceiling he began to realize what had been happening. The crimson glow of a blaster bolt flew over his head at the speed of light, Vrac stood up slowly trying to become sober. He looked around for Novin and to his surprise he saw him holding his signature weapon. The DL-44, Vrac stumbled as he tried to make his way over to his partner. But was caught in the glance of the Dragoness (Cinder Rose) In Vrac's drunken state he gave a dull holler "HELLOO! Beautiful."

 

[Novin Jackal]

Novin continued to look around his weapon's in his hand, he slowly craned his neck several pop's emitting from his neck. Novin turned around grabbing his Vibroblade and stabbing into a chest of a thug, It sank into the Thug's chest as if he were butter. The Thug looked at him for a few second's before dropping to the floor.

Novin slowly sighed looking at Vrac, "He's such a utter drunk" Novin said slowly exhaling and cringing on the inside, "I really need to have a talk to him about not drinking again" Novin said lumbering over to Vrac looking at his drunken body from afar. He bumped into (Cinder Rose) He didn't notice with his tall stature it was hard to move around in a closed space.

"Vrac, I swear to god, You need to stop getting drunk, What would you do if that woman threw you across the bar" Novin said looking at Vrac as if he were dog. He slowly sighed, "If you get touched or anything, I'm going to get angry, and you know how strong and crazy I get." Novin said. "Also I don't want to mess with any reptiles." Novin said a bit to loudly.

Vrac Dajok

 

[Darth Abyss]

With his legs crossed the metal husk rested on the ground below the ground, oddly reminiscent of the stance he had preferred for mediation when he the chains of humanity still kept him bound to this realm. In front of him two objects levitated in the air, on his right a small pocket watch that continued to tick unfazed by the entropy of the galaxy, and on his left the tome of twisted ink, the personal spellbook of the Mindeater. He didn't needed his agent to tell him what happened, the second the various darksiders had called upon the cursed blessing that empowered them its echo had resounded through the force, reaching even what waited beyond the fabric of reality.

Click Click Click

Touched by an invisible hand the watch suddenly closed, slowly dancing back into the motionless sleeve of the hollow being that commanded it. The time had come to emerge from below the surface to enforce his rule over the chaos he had created out of ruins, blood and dirt. Without the metal jaw of the husk moving once, twisted words filled the darkness that he was residing in, the runes in his book glowing in a ghostly crimson light.

"Nie mekn, tik toka ir vazona." ("No man, only smoke and mirrors")
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Abyss never really enjoyed making an big entrance, his methods were more build about deception and staying unseen. Yet if you ruled a city not as a king but as an twisted entity born out of the darkness it was necessary to leave the right impression so the people would never forget the dark guardian that granted the Free Cities their freedom. He didn't acted because he cared much about [member="Grimoire"]'s fate, or about that of anyone in the bar. Instead his reason was to pass on judgment to the incompetent thugs that had botched a simple job thanks to their foolishness. Only the strong were to survive the crimson district, even if the Prophet personally had to enforce that truth.

"EnoughEnoughEnough."

The words were merely a otherworldly whisper, yet they were still as loud and clear as if spoken directly into the ears of those gathered in the Deadend's Dive. It was not the sound of a human speaking, only echoes layered upon echoes into a distorted, deranged noise that escaped the comprehension of common minds. Only moments later the door of the bar was blasted open, thick black smoke descending into the room. Instead of spreading the smoke rose into the air, slowly forming into a humanoid shape. Reality itself surrendered to the power of the sith lord, as the arcane mist reformed into a metal armor, a rusty, empty husk who's twisted, all devouring presence lingered upon the place. Despite this some of the thugs were to slow to react, caught in the chaos and confusion of the moment and continued their act of violence.

"I said EnoughEnoughEnough."

His left rose into the air, pointing at the thug unlucky enough to be in close range to the Mindeater. All inside, even those without the gift of the force, would feel the surge of dark energy blasted through the room, despite there being no optical indication to the power he had unleashed. Only a moment later the thug's eyes began to bleed, as his mind was assaulted with insight into the galaxy not meant for the psyche of worthless little insects. Then the thug began to laugh like a madman, dropping his weapon to dig his nails deep into his eyes, until there was nothing left but blood and broken flesh. Caught between laughing and crying he dropped to the ground, twisting and twitching as both his body and mind surrendered to the emptiness.

As the sounds of the dead man finally faded the handful reaming thugs stopped, dropping and their weapons and then their bodies to the ground as their eyes fell upon their Prophet, their expressions filled with fear. With slow steps the abomination that defied the laws of reality simply by existence moved towards them and the others.

"Clean up this mess. And get us a drink."

Without further wasting is precious time with those fools he continued his path, looking at the group that had gathered in defense of the sith woman. The his empty eyes feel upon [member="Garlen Zorabos"] who had only minutes ago assaulted one of his people for no reason other than his personal enjoyment in a meaningless gesture of power. He understood violence as a tool, but as nothing more. The hollow holes inside hte mask looked at the man and his three guards a little longer before turning to the rest of them.

"You three out, or you can start searching for your eyes. Everyone else, sit."

The eldritch husk descended onto a nearby chair, pulling out a dragon shaped pipe that lit up all by itself, the arcane smell and smoke of korriban incense filling the air around him. Soon after the one thug not occupied by dragging out the dead bodies of his friends carried a collection of drinks to the table in front of him. While waiting for those gathered to take place as well, he lifted his right. Pale Hand, still sitting unfazed in the back of the room stood up, offering a small pouch filled with credits to the barkeeper. The Free Cities handled their business much alike the underworld: Silver or lead.

[member="Novin Jackal"] [member="Cinder Rose"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Shae'an Vai Li"] [member="Vrac Dajok"]

 

[Garlen Zorabos]

Garlen looked back at the Mandalorian, "I mean no offense, was truly curious is all."

Then the room turned cold. a darkness casted through the room, suddenly the man he was in town to see was here, a sith spector by the name of Abyss. The Spector came up to a common thug and made him claw his eyes out as he laughed and cried at the same time. Garlen was impressed, however that is the dark side of the force for you.

"You three out, or you can start searching for your eyes. Everyone else, sit."

"Lord Abyss is it? Yes?" Garlen said to the spirit. This was just the guy Garlen was looking for. "Guards. wait outside." he said as he motioned them to go away. He continued to be seated as he talked to Abyss

"I know longer fear death. So don't make haste with the threats, I've seen the things that you've done so I'm not saying you wouldn't kill me, but at least hear what I have to say beforehand. yea?" He said smiling crookedly. he looked over at the drunk's dead body. "I forget my place sometimes, I am after all guest on your world. Allow me to pay you back for the drunkard's life while we do business." he apologized thickly accented.

[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Novin Jackal"]
[member="Vrac Dajok"]
[member="Cinder Rose"]
[member="Vaylin"]
[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[Novin Jackal]

Garlen looked back at the Mandalorian, "I mean no offense, was truly curious is all." Novin heard the man say, He grinned before turning around. He gripped his blaster making sure there were no more thug's around.

Novin felt the room turn cold, He flinched a bit, he felt darkness, He looked around to see Darth Abysshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11847-darth-abyss/ Novin stared at him before turning his gaze from him, trying to shake off a thought he was having. He slowly walked over to Garlen Zorabos and said "Who is this" Novin slowly found his suitcase where he had put it, It still contained the money, A sigh of relief escaped Novin's body.

"You three out, or you can start searching for your eyes. Everyone else, sit." He heard a Dark Voice say.

Lord Abyss is it? Yes?" Garlen said to the spirit. This was just the guy Garlen was looking for. "Guards. wait outside." Novin heard that man say who was talking about him being a Mandalorian, He slowly walked up sitting next to Garlen, Listening onto what was going on, So he asked his question again, "Who in the bloody hell is he?" Novin said pointing to Abyss.


"I know longer fear death. So don't make haste with the threats, I've seen the things that you've done so I'm not saying you wouldn't kill me, but at least hear what I have to say beforehand. yea?" He said smiling crookedly. he looked over at the drunk's dead body. "I forget my place sometimes, I am after all guest on your world. Allow me to pay you back for the drunkard's life while we do business." Novin heard, He continued to listen until he was answered.


Darth Abyss
Novin Jackal
Vrac Dajok
Cinder Rose
Vaylin
Aria Vale