Casino in the Stars {Rich People ONLY}

[Gilamar Skirata]

Location: Aboard the Errant Venture 3 Somewhere in what used to be Republic Space
Objective: Spend his night drinking, betting, and playing Sabaac

The Errant Venture. It was the third in the family's long history of turning weapons of war into places of decadence and excitement. Not unlike the first Errant Venture, this casino-like experience was aboard an old Republic Star Defender; Avenger-Class . Gil exited the Lazy Strill inside the hangar of the massive battleship and immediately felt under dressed. While his clothes were of high quality he doubted that even the servers and dock masters he saw walking around were wearing anything under 200,000 credits. Not only that, but all of the ships around him were of high luxury class, some of them costing more than military grade cruisers.

He was greeted by a protocol droid with a funny looking military cap, probably a mock up of an old Republic uniform.

"May I take any weapons you may have?" Before he could even respond a scan was being conducted of his person, highlighting several small holdout blasters as well as a folding blaster carbine. How the Mandalorian fit that many weapons into his thinning frame and a suit was incredible, but alas his weapons had to be relinquished.

As he walked into the main room he was astonished at what they had done. Expensive carpet lined the floor, several bars and rooms labeled with different activities such as Pod Racing (which he correctly assumed meant betting on the races themselves), tanning, even a pool was available. He ignored all of that and headed to the bar. He hoped that these rich folk didn't kark up and have that crappy knockoff Tihar.

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Fiolette walked into the bar, having no desire to waste her money in the casinos. She had bypassed the disgusting droid in that horrific uniform and sighed. Old Ironpants was bored, she was only here aboard the Errant Venture because her ex-husband told her it would be good for her to get away from the First Order for a little bit. The silver-haired woman had finally recovered from injuries sustained during Castameer, her spine had healed enough for cybernetics and metal to be inserted so that she could once more use her legs. As she stood in the doorway to the bar, Fio surveyed it so that she might pick a spot that would be easy to access in case she needed to flee.

Balance only knows why she actually listened to her ex-husband this time, even if he was a former Navy man himself. He insisted - he would watch the girls and if he really needed help, he could bug her niece. Although, Fio was quite explicit that he should not bother Natasi about the girls' care at all. Taking a deep breath, Fio sighed with an exhale and stepped through the bar's threshold. It was okay, not exactly the finer clubs she had been accustomed to, but then - when you let your ex-husband book your vacation, perhaps you shouldn't expect all that much. She walks with her shoulders squared and her head held high and slides into a corner seat. The bartender asked her if she'd like to start with martini, and normally she'd say yes - but she was on vacation. "Double shot of Corellian Whiskey on the rocks, please and thank you,"

[member="Gilamar Skirata"]