Faction [Black Sun] What Do I Do With This?

[Mauve du Vain]

New Vertica, Nar Shaddaa
Du Vain Condo

"...So?"

A carbonite slab hung on the wall in the living room, a horned-headed man suspended forever within, hands outstretched, face forever frozen in what looked to be a final act of defiance. Or maybe some form of acceptance? A coat already hung from one of his hands.

Mauve sighed and sipped her wine, looking at the gathered vigos and friends - close associates only.

"He's supposed to be some sort of Jedi Master, or was once anyway. Jedi Master Naero."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"I guess I could just keep him on the wall?"

Not exactly her style but... she squinted. Maybe it could be?

Jerec Asyr Razmir Tezhyn ETC/OPEN

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

New Vertica, Nar Shaddaa
Du Vain Condo

Razmir stood beside the slab, hands clasped behind his back. He studied the visage for any sign of recognition--any resemblance to Jedi he'd already met. It became clear enough he'd never met the man before. Those expressive features were a mystery, but one that could be solved.

"Do you still have that gun of command?" Razmir asked.

Mauve du Vain

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Jerec seethed in private envy, knowing that Mauve's people were empaths and she'd be loving this. To throw her off the scent he would simply need to have a good time.

A coat hung from the carbon-frozen Jedi Master's hand. Rather than replace it, Jerec looked to other surfaces.

Fortunately, the Jedi in question was a Zabrak and Mauve's people had hors d'oeuvres.

The platters in question contained small, salty, unsweet preserved fruits with a little coil of piquant red vegetable inside. Jerec procured a small plate of the fruits and began impaling them on the Jedi's horns artistically.

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Mauve watched Jerec’s antics with mild fascination, “Um, yes.”

The Ithorian truly hated these force monks. She had heard several reasons why. She wondered if they were all true, or if something else burned in his fauna-loving heart.

“You think that would work on a Jedi Master?” A Padawan maybe, but… Raz didn’t exactly have the best track record with turning plowshares into swords. They kept trying to stab him.

Razmir Tezhyn Jerec Asyr

 

[Jerec Asyr]

“You think that would work on a Jedi Master?”

"What, a gun of command?" said Jerec over his shoulder. "Jedi Masters are nothing but people. Slaves of biology. Ask every hot tub manufacturer from Coruscant to Voss. All the way up the Perlemian the hot tub salesmen sing of the glory days of the Republic and the Silver Jedi."

Jerec surveyed his work with grim satisfaction. Olives now decorated every spike. He patted the carbon-frozen man's cheek.

"Nothing but people."

 

[Nej Tane]

Nej had come uninvited, but nonetheless happy to be there and nobody told him to leave yet, so, he stayed.

"Every Jedi is different." Nej said, the facade of a goofball dropping for just a moment. He might've worn a mask in most heists, but truthfully, Nej wore a mask every time he woke up. "There's no telling if it'd work or not on him." He took a deep breath, looking up and around the room.

"Fact is, everyone is only safe for sure while he's frozen in there. Otherwise you'd have unfrozen him, yeah?"

Nej's act slipped back on.

"Besides, really sells the 'ruthless criminal' appeal, doesn't it?"

​

 

[Oleander]

//: Mauve du Vain //: Jerec Asyr //: Razmir Tezhyn //: Nej Tane //:
//: Attire //:

Seeing the slab being delivered to the residence, Oleander poked her head in. She had never seen anyone frozen in carbonite. If the residents decided to thaw them out, she'd want to see it firsthand.

Apparently, there was a small gathering, and the girl slipped in as quietly as a mouse. As she passed through the area, where people were gawking and talking about the slap, she wondered if the condo owner had anything in their fridge.

Remembering how hard Mercy smacked her, she figured it would be better not to get into trouble — yet.

She decided to act like she belonged here and made her presence known.

"I dunno, Jedi are kind of dumb. They believe in their little religion and think that it's gonna make everything better."

Shrugging, she pulled out a sandwich from her satchel. Waving it to add emphasis. "Then they go and burn down a whole city and kill the Queen."

Taking a bite of the lettuce and tomato sandwhich, she nodded. "You'd be doing them a favor using that gun of command. Scary stuff."

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Mauve wrinkled her nose as Jerec stepped back and revealed his... artwork.

"Magnificent," she cocked her head at an angle, examining the absurdist construction, "Hm. Have you considered a career in live performance exhibits?"

Strange, but she didn't remember inviting the blonde from the bar. Oh stars, he hadn't slept over had he? Mauve felt a twinge in her gut as she tried to sort through the haze of the last couple days.

But no, that had been someone else.

And a redhead who Mauve had no memory of whatsoever chimed in.

Violet eyes blinked.

"Hm."

She turned back to Raz, an eyebrow raised in question.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

"The gun alone might be...inadequate," Razmir said.

He picked a marker off Mauve's desk and flipped its cap off.

"But if a gun of command proves insufficient there are other methods of bending people to do your bidding. I would have thought you of all people would know this, du Vain?" For all her posturing she routinely lacked vision in the application of her tools.

With the marker, Razmir drew a few lines on the carbonite master's face. A few practiced flourishes and the Jedi became a fashionable wearer of a false curly mustache and a monocle. Raz further traced over the frozen man's features to turn his expression of defiance into a stylized mockery of poshness.

With the coat, the food, and the markings, the Jedi looked almost comical.

"Jedi are nothing but people, indeed," Razmir chuckled, putting the cap back on the marker.

Jerec Asyr Mauve du Vain Oleander Nej Tane

 

[Nej Tane]

Oleander

Nej flicked his eyes over to the girl, wagging a finger. "Jedi are a lot of things, but dumb ain't one of 'em." He pointed at the man frozen in carbonite.

"We don't know who that is, what he can do, and there's a good chance he could kill us all if we unfreeze him with just his mind. A very, good chance."

​

 

[Mauve du Vain]

"Jedi are merely people, indeed," Razmir chuckled, putting the cap back on the marker.

"Always so compelling."

Lipstick red as blood appeared in her hand and stepped up to the carbonite as Razmir moved back. She stared into the Zabrak's frozen features.

"Perhaps you have a use after all, Naero ."

She bopped the Master's nose, then smeared the lipstick across his lips.

 

[Nej Tane]

Nej wanted to be the Jedi Master really badly after Mauve du Vain did that.

​

 

[Oleander]

//: Mauve du Vain //: Nej Tane //: Jerec Asyr //: Razmir Tezhyn
//: Attire //:

Seeing the exchange in looks, Oleander stopped chewing and froze. Maybe if she didn't move, the Zeltron would forget she was here.

Remembering that didn't work with most people, she grinned.

"I belong to uh the big one, red hair," The woman's name was on the tip of her tongue as she thought.

"Mercy, I was in the area and saw the slab — got curious."

The blonde guy decided to acknowledge her. How nice. Ole looked at the man and then back at the slab that was being drawn upon.

"Not sure about that, maybe some Jedi are smart, but this guy got caught." She mused and finished chewing the bit of the sandwich, swallowing it. Ole continued.

"I doubt he can kill all of us." She shrugged.

"Got three Vigos and you bud."

Oleander stopped talking as she watched what was happening and she shoved the sandwich back in her mouth trying to figure out what in chaos just happened.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

"Kill us? Bah. I've split my knuckles on Jedi twice his size. See, there's a secret to it." Jerec popped an olive in his neck. "Sure, Jedi or Sith can rip you apart with their mind, do everything a concussion grenade or disruptor or lightning gun can do, but it takes them focus. Energy, time, focus. Whereas an adult can just carry a concussion grenade, a disruptor, a lightning gun."

He whirled on the room, afire with wrath.

"Nobody can sorcery faster than a trigger."

 

[Nej Tane]

Nej was fast on the gun. Probably- one of the fastest in the galaxy. He was the quick-draw to beat, currently.

So he spoke with authority when he replied to Jerec, leaning on the armrest on the seat he was sitting in.

"If I ain't fast enough to beat 'em all the time, you ain't either."

​

 

[Oleander]

"To be fair, the guy would probably be exhausted from carbonite, its a thing." Oleander nodded as she finished the last bits of her sandwich. Frowning she dug around more in her satchel.

"Either way, if anyone of us is gonna kill em, I think Jerec got it handled."

 

[Isar du Vain]

"Nobody can sorcery faster than a trigger."

"Nobody, mate?"

A cred coin danced between Isar's fingers. He sat on the couch, one arm draped across the back, boots up on a footstool - earning him a glare from his cousin.

Isar stared at the Ithorian, smiling. The smile never quite reached his eyes.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

"If I ain't fast enough to beat 'em all the time, you ain't either."

"Nobody, mate?"

Faster than thought, faster than light, faster than memory or lust or regret, faster than the finest pre-owned vehicle or vessel on the lot of Quekko's Choice Ship Emporium, an olive plunked off Isar's forehead.

"Nobody."

 

[Isar du Vain]

an olive plunked off Isar's forehead.

The cred coin stopped moving, frozen between two knuckles. The olive fell from where it struck and fell and fell and fell and fell and fell and fell and fell and fell and fell and fell and fell and fell and fell.

The olive landed on the ground.

Reality hiccuped.

The olive landed in a hand.

The cred coin kept moving.

Isar sniffed, plopped the olive into his mouth.

"Sure."

 

[Jerec Asyr]

"Sure."

Jerec grinned malevolently out both sides of his neck. "Take a walk with me anytime, pinkie, we'll see who eats whose olives."