Dominion [Black Sun] Takeover | BSS Dominion of Charros IV

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
CLUB VERTICA, NAR SHADDAA
OBJECTIVE III: GRAND-PRIX PRE-SHOW

Well, she seemed receptive to him, at least. That was a good start. Ronhar had been worried that she would have kicked him out of his seat, but she appeared to be genuinely interested in the hardware that Ronhar was packing.

And if Ronhar knew anything, it was certainly about cybernetics!

"I thought as much!", Ronhar exclaimed as Arris Windrun described the various parts that made up her extensive cybernetic array. "I've also got some BioTech parts myself, though I'm rocking Mod III Cyberlegs and Mod V Cyberarms. No synthflesh for me though, unfortunately, since the Remnant won't pay for anything they don't deem absolutely necessary", Ronhar said bitterly,

"Still, can't fault you on the hardware, those are some solid models in of themselves", Ronhar exclaimed excitedly as he started nerding out over the details and specifications of the cybernetics. "Personally, I think-"

He was interrupted, however, before he could continue this thought.

"Drink, sir?", the bartended asked as he came between Ronhar and Arris.

"Oh, uh, I'll have whatever she's having", Ronhar replied, eager to return to his conversation.

"Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes, personally, I think you can't really go with BioTech, though I do wish they'd make them a bit more durable", Ronhar lamented as he unconsciously touched his arms, going over the repairs that had been made after his bout with Seldan Rourke . For an organic, he sure as hell hit pretty hard, as Ronhar's arms had been covered in dents and scratches by the end of the match.

Actually, speaking of fighting, now that he had a better look at Arris, he thought that she looked familiar. Was this the same Arris Windrun that had participated in the Galactic Kaggath? Ronhar wasn't entirely sure, but he was a bit too embarrassed to bring it up, just on the off chance that he was wrong.

"Anyway, what brings you here? They've got me podracing, if you can believe it", Ronhar stated with more than a hint of pride. "Not that I nesseccarily mind, of course, as Podracing is something of a hobby of mine", Ronhar exclaimed proudly. As the bartender came with Ronhar's drink, his eyes monetarily scanned the room once again, and another person caught his attention.

For the briefest of moment's, Ronhar's face soured.

Damien Dooku ! How dare he show his face here, strutting around as if he owned the place! Of course, Ronhar had gotten the last laugh after he had Koda Fett steal Dooku's podracer and deliver it to him. Still, no matter how much Ronhar tested the racing vehicle or took it apart, he couldn't find whatever had allowed Dooku to have such a dominant performance during the last race. Clearly, however he had cheated hadn't been mechanical, but Ronhar would get to the bottom of it no matter what!

Ronhar immediately tried to mask his scowl into a smile, hoping his conversation partner wouldn't notice the change in his attitude. Whatever! She was far prettier and far more interesting to talk to anyway than Dooku could ever be!

TAGS:
Arris Windrun
Damien Dooku
Koda Fett
OPEN

 

[Grunt]

OBJECTIVE I​

Grunt found it incredibly ironic, that he was being ridden by the young man. It must be how Usurer felt when Grunt was on his back. Honestly, he wished the old boy was here right now, but the Vigos didn't want any 'unneeded deaths'. So Grunt would take his place.

The Gamorrean unleashed a banshee of a battle cry and rushed toward the top where the leader was hidden away. His axe had been set to stun so when he made way forcibly, no one died. This did mean, however, that he could make room without care. The Vigos didn't care if they got hurt, that was the tip on top for the enforcers. A little chaos therapy.

"Rrrhhhnk! Make way!" Things were getting crazier now, fights had started to erupt within the groups, Grunt and Tohu had started a ripple that turned into a wave.

 

[Talin Treicolt]

Pullin' on the hem of the little black number she had traded in her denim for, Talin leaned over the bar to hail the droid tendin' to various patrons. Damien was the star of this show, but he had disappeared force knew where since they walked in the door. Talin expected to find him back on the Mauve later buried in debt, insisitin' that prize money was good as his anyways after his excellent performance in the Riot Race. The blonde still hadn't figured out exactly he had managed to pull that one off. She was simply a plus one to his mechanic who she still didn't think knew entirely what he was doin'.

"Two flameouts." She ordered, eyes slidin' sidelong to Morrow. "Gonna put some hair on that chest tonight."

The little droid hastily went about makin' good on the drinks. Turnin' half a spin, she looked out to watch the crowd. Machines eagerly ate up the credits offered as the folks in front of them let their eyes glaze watchin' the reels spin. It filled Talin with envy to watch the currency flow. Cornbreaker was still decommissioned, awaitin' repairs she couldn't chunk out change for, the crew was gonna get real tired of her presence any day now.

"I wanna run the book." Talin declared, throwin' all previous good sense about the topic out the airlock. "But I gotta have cred to back, and I don't much feel like crawlin' into bed with the folks around here."

A longing glance fell to the table games in the distance. The jubilee wheel didn't seem to favor her - but her partner had been lucky enough for the both 'o them, thus far.

"Think you can try to earn us some, cowboy?"

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Morrow | OPEN​

 

[Tohu]

Tohu's confidence had hit the sky. Exhiliarated, dopamine and adrenaline surged through his body as he rode the Gamorrean through the insectoid masses. His baton flashed across faces and limbs of those who did not move from the hulking behemoth charging forward.

But what goes up must come down.

The ripple that turned into a wave, turned into a vortex that sought to drown them in its depths. What was once a fiery protest blazed into a full blown mass brawl. Far better organized, due to their hivemind, what was once seemed like bugs ripe to be squashed became a coordinated, collective maelstrom in which sunk the single, disarrayed Black Sun.

Tohu's grin quickly strained into a wince. The baton in his hands disappeared, swallowed by the dark swarm. It was up to the Gamorrean to save them from this mess.​

Grunt

 

[Arris Windrun]

Objective 3

A cyborg-to-cyborg conversation was exceedingly rare these days. Not that their kind were rare, but it just wasn't a subject of small talk. The Talusian continued to sip her drink and listened as the man went on about his own cyberware.

She supplied a small grin when he ordered the same thing she had been drinking. A strong choice, more for the effects than the flavor. Well, only for the effects unless your species had a palate for high acidity.

"I'm a racer, too," Arris answered. "Piloting for First Bank of Narsh."

It was a subtle trace of his expression, but the cyborg followed his glance towards Damien Dooku . She looked back at Ronhar Tane and noticed the forced smile.

"You got a problem with that guy?" She asked.