Border Surveillance Pt 2 | GA Dominion of Rutan

[Six-O]

Objective: BYOO - Time Between
Location: Tree-Frog Motel, Testa
Enemy: None
Posts: 5/20

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His head swam, not just in the literal sense of that notion. But metaphorical, figuratively and all that far out low down free loving jazz. He and Six-O were between crimes, sort of, the proverbial wind down after a high-profile murder fest. The news was making lots of hay over the situation. Lot's of big names were printed in black on the obituaries.

Only one had been the target, the rest were but gravy on the Coruscant Hydroponic Potatoes.

The rains had come back again, strolling on through, chill in their step. Lightning the tapping cane that clicked at pace. The windows, hidden behind thick fabric curtains that hadn't been slapped out probably for the last two decades, dripped the tears of the outer gloom from the world outside.

Inside the room was thick of smoke, victim of some wildly untamed debauchery. The sheer scope of drugs and party favors enough to lock Big Boo up for the rest of his life, and initiate a well-deserved deactivation of his Droid friend, Six-O.

A scream, muffled from behind an obvious gag of tape barely broke the percussion of music that filled their humble abode.

Big Boo, back planted lazily in a fluffed up satin pillow, red of color, bathed in vivid blue glow of LED neon. His mind expanding it's consciousness in a multi-colored, hallucinatory, kaleidoscopic journey of psychedelic variety. Riding those far out, groovy waves of sound. He could taste the music, smell the sounds.

His goggle oculars simulating that freaky mind-bending gasp of ego killing perception as he melted away for a thousand years in the psychotomimetic trip.

He was just a note of music, touring a Galaxy beyond the Galaxy. In existential bliss, void of hate, pain, suffering. Love incarnate. At the very precipice of this far-out jam that vibrated the very soul within, climax. Orgasmic-ly fervid elation the power of which could never be obtained again.

"Maaaaaaaaannnnn!" Big Boo purred, stupor so thick in voice one couldn't even tell if he knew where he was right now---he didn't.

Funny the two sides of the coin that this seedy little motel room currently displayed.

Another scream.

Through the contraband strewn, food laden room. A much brighter light than this trippy neon shone.

Shrill cry beckon once more.

Inside, the source of music was shown; Six-O.

Serena Degazio, a beautiful 16 year old girl of the human variety clung to life in it's most cruel form. Her only crime? Her father was a big name in the Rutanian Customs for Exportation Services.

She screamed once more as the Droid applied it's penchant for sickly defiling to her soft brown flesh. He had a masterpiece to craft.

And his art would be forever remembered once unveiled.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Assembly Hall
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Post: 8

Her face turned a light shade of red as he continued to ask the name. "It gave no name and just speaks from the box. When needed it shows two people fighting to show the moves.

She smiled lightly and nodded once he suggested a change of scenery and simply followed him.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Vaal Pal Vo"]

"I ain't mind spicy. Might get it myself." Kaile admitted. She loved to eat. Having done a couple of stints at Yum Bunnies, she knew what spicy could be. They had this firehouse spicy Nuna wings that could burn your tongue right off but were delicious to boot. Just that one had a tendency to spend the next day regretting life decisions one way or another.

As this wasn't a serviced meal, they'd have to get their food and drinks when they were ready. Being a Lorrdian, Kaile took to reading both of the SIS agents. One told a story that seemed somewhat familiar to Kaile. Another told her that Vo felt a bit more heavily being away from home.

"Aye." she bit her lower lip.

"Things certainly been getting all kinds of busy."

 

[Kenth Typho]

[member="Kaileann Vera"] | [member="Vaal Pal Vo"]

Didn't take an empath to read the glum from Vo.

He exchanged a look with Kaile, who seemed to feel it as well, but what was there to say, really? Nothing that Elly could come up with, he hadn't seen his parents or siblings in years. Last he heard his brother moved to Coruscant and served as a cleric there, handsomely paid job now that the Alliance was in control and paperwork was rising through the roof. His sister... well, that wasn't something he wanted to think about now.

Not unless he was gonna get as glum as Vo over there.

"You ever think of early retirement then, Lieutenant?" Locke finally asked, while looking over the mess hall and noticing a place for them to sit. Nearby the windows, good view, might make the introspection less awkward and glummy.

He gestured to the table with his head to the two of them, so they'd see it as well.

 

[Belok Karr]

[member="Kaileann Vera"] [member="Elliot Locke"]

The sullustan waved away the notion with one hand. "No no, that's what my wife did which is why she's back at Fort Kaleb. Besides she has two other husbands to look after the children."

As he leaned back into his seat there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. One that suggested it wouldn't be too hard to coax from his exactly what he thought the other two weren't good for. In reality he didn't ever go into too much detail on his personal life. Though he did have photos of small children he would show if pressed. Family life wasn't impossible whilst with the SIS. But at the sharp end of the stick exposing too much was a risk, but baby sullustans were pretty difficult to tell apart, much like any species.