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Celebration at the white palace

Location: The White Palace
Objective: Social RP on cartel ground.
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The palace main room was filled with creatures, eating, gambling, laughing spiced the occational quarrel. The music was loud and the dancers exotic. The tables filled with credits, spice, food and drinks. The Hutt Sempra Dhakun seemed to be in a extra good mood this eve and the athmosphere was generous and forgiving. Few knew any special reason for the occation but the, perhaps better not to know and simply enjoy the moment...
The display unmatched in this sector the party would surely rise to great heights.

"Bai tytung mah webai adgapka an bacoke pueanka! Masoi biy bu meoo dee Duona Bunko che duba hou an duba tapka! Kanbiusa nobata banpiumeu bai jeceu kae- kanbiusa du mee cuova an sayaye! "

"To all my loyal subjects and beloved clients! Feast upon the riches of the White Palace for three days and three nights! Spare no excuse to limit yourself - indulge in your pleasures and desires!"
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The spirits were high, lust, laughter and relaxation see its share here but that did not hinder this nest of sin to turn its wheel of greed and criminal activites, shady deals were made in the corners along with paranoia, threats and handshakes.

All under the watchfull eyes of the Hutts.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXHZDf0rY5M

As Lady Blue

Ahead of her Master, lady blue veiled as she ever was entered, her face completely covered so much so it was hard to make out what race she was, her lekku it gave it away if you looked close enough however. Walking in with no less than six seasoned trandoshans, three noghri commandos and an impressively large houk, you couldn’t tell if there were any more guns outside, but if the way these mercenaries were armed was anything to go by, there probably were. She didn’t turn up anywhere without her escort, let alone her Master Goros who was not far behind. Dressed in a long deep lace blue dress to match her veil, it ran down to her ankles.

Lady blue was as usual silent, merely pointing the direction to her speaker and giving a diminutive bow of her head to the hutts assembled, keeping her eyes lowered just a fraction. Her speaker a red male zeltron stood forward, “Mighty hutts, on behalf of lady blue and our Master Goros, he wishes to convey his utmost appreciation for your assembled gathering, and would like to gladly offer you no less than three cases of silver for the event.” With a snap of his fingers, three Trandoshans placed three cases containing pure high grade silver at the feet of Sempra.

Lady Blue placed her hand on the Zeltron’s shoulder whispering softly in his ear, “yes lady,” he bowed sharply and stood aside, as the men moved to gather some refreshments, all except the brutally armed and huge Houk reptile who stayed within a few meters of her at all times. Houks having the strength of a wookie and actually being bigger, usually gave people pause when they looked her way.

“Thank you for the trust you have placed in me.” She said gracefully, her tone full bodied and almost that of a singer, though she rarely spoke, and when she did you only saw her lips beneath her veil, before she lowered her head again, “My Master will soon arrive.”

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]​
Will be posting with Goros eventually, just giving her an intro.
 
Behind his initial servants the large rolling form of Goros entered, fat even by hutt standards, his chin had an impressive girth, and the slaves at his side were actually assisting his movement, not that he needed it, it just made things more comfortable.

Aside from the usual twi'leks and other females, another 6 Noghri commandos entered with him, and it seems these days most of the galaxy had forgotten just how nasty these little creatures were, because he was finding them at a bargain price to hire, which suited Goros down to the ground, because he was a cheap bastard, no doubt about it.

“O grandio Goros du Hutt amu intoe” Announcing Goros’s grand entry at the door, the red zeltron stood ready, "His honor, our glorious Goros the Hutt, has entered."

“Bana, du meeto ding luis ” Goros said informally to Semper as he approached, with little time for his own translator, the zeltron was pushed past, though he ended up translating directly for his Master quickly enough, scampering to keep up.

“Friend we both meet at last. “

dur Bandoquon ko nudd bata chuta seund corsee?"

“Your banquet is great but where is the second course?” The Hutt gave a long laugh, looking out over the table. He might be only half joking if the layers of fat on his belly were anything to go by. His stubby tail wrapped around and flicked nearby, but he was joking the feast looked magnificent, something he could fully appreciate, and the dancers weren't bad too, but he was more a food hutt by the way he hungrily eyed the nearest table.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]​
 

Norjung Ordo

Guest
N
[member="Sempra the Hutt"] @Goros the Hutt

The warrior peered his T-visor around, it was a nice party full of drink, gambling and dancers. A perfect time to introduce himself, the warrior towered over everyone in the crowd, his muscular size was overwhelming, but he came here not to intimidate, but to drink. Taking off his Bucye, Norjung went to the bar, ordering a drink with a masculine voice "I would like some Alderanian Ale vod." , hopefully he was not dragging negative attention to himself. Before he talked to the Hutt , to inquire for a job, he decided to enjoy the free drinks. While listening to the conversation, it was hard, he only spoke basic, and mandode, eavesdropping would not help .
 
He sauntered into the celebration, there was a look of disdain something that said envy and disgust, he couldn't eat nor drink and so this celebration fell flat on the cyborg. He moved the geometric shapes that composed his forms moving with a fluid decided motion that only a machine can manage. "Alright men, enjoy yourself." it was more a grumble than an order, steam rose up and out of the grated voice modulator, it was thick and twining like little bits of wire circling around the forms of a larger metal construct.

[member="Alatar Istari"] [member="Pavor Clauditis"] [member="Bass Terrik"] [member="Quinn"] [member="Avery Akanbar"] [member="A.D.A.M."] [member="Zane Hara"] [member="Break"] [member="Orn'komad "][member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]
 
Sighing to himself, he leaned against the wall, taking a few swigs from a stainless steel flask full of whiskey. He was obviously upset and did not even attempt to conceal it. Convincing himself not to shout at the top of his lungs for [member="HK-42"], he calmed his nerves with a quick cigarillo before proceeding to begin searching for his Droid companion. However, after only a few minutes of searching, he eventually drifted over to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], fixing to declare his displeasure. "Eh McNash! I got a problem...I've been lookin' 'round an'...ju-...Just lemme know if ya happen to see an HK droid? Alright?" Without giving the cyborg an opportunity to say anything, Pavor continued speaking. "Alright, thanks!" He said, before quickly heading back to his original location.

[member="HK-42"]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
 
Break walked in more casually than normal, he sported this time only his blue suit along with his red scarf. He was rather comfortable here surrounded by Jackals and he was just happy to be there. He wandered around for a while until he met [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] again he hoped to learn more about another person in his condition. He felt a sort of kinship with Mcnash. They were both people trapped in an iron body and had forceful to blame.
 
HK 42 entered the room, looking around for [member="Pavor Clauditis"], only to find him drunk as hell.

"Exclamation: Clauditis, you already got drunk...perfect"

"Statement: you could have waited for me before getting wasted."

HK 42 started walking around, seeing some female droids he'd like to enjoy

"Statement: Note to self, I need to upgrade my Internal Pleasure Unit and my External Pleasure Unit."

"Statement: I need to find a mechanic or engineer here, and quick."
 
He stared at the Droid with a confused expression. "Mechanic? Why!?" He asked, the smell of alcohol on his breath. "HK...come on! Enjoy the partner! I'm sure they got ya fethed up, absolutely disgusting liquid you enjoy consumin'! Go...look for it...or...or somethin'." He said, taking another swig from the flask. "An'...of course I got drunk! It ain't no fun unless there is alcohol involved!" He said, with probably more enthusiasm then there should have been in his voice.

[member="HK-42"]
 
"Statement: you don't need to worry about that Clauditis."

"Statement: I wonder if there is a mechanic anywhere."

HK 42 then finds [member="Break"], thinking he'll direct him to a mechanic.

"Question: Hello, is there a Mechanic in this place?"

"Statement: I need some upgrades quick."

[member="Pavor Clauditis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Norjung Ordo"]
 
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The White Palace was unlike any place he had experienced before. Lysle Rigger, or more infamously Lysle of the Hydian Way, was a man of neon lights and booming music. The distinct black coated Tachyon-class light freighter had landed right outside the White Palace in visible sight of all. A raven of crimson was painted along the hull, and all those who knew knew this to be the notorious Red Raven; belonging to the founder of the Red Ravens, and former President. Now outlawed and on the run from his own flock.

He was not here for security from the Ravens, he was here to make business. Lysle was one of the most richest men in the galaxy, but not the richest. Far from it, but he could still purchase an entire planet if he willed it. He loaned money to those who needed it, and if they didn't pay back then they would find a nail lodged into their kneecaps. It was an unpleasant sight, but Lysle did anything he must to make sure he rolled a profit. He was the wolf of greed, and nothing was beyond his ambition.

Lysle stood rested against a wall in the far corners. He watched and observed with a sly smirk, for he recalled his own extravagant parties. To compare the parties of his notorious Dragon Palace Casino was to compare a night club to a childs party. It was true this Hutt spared no expense, but there was a distinct difference between a party held in a Hutts fortress and one held under the tantalizing lights of Antecedent, where the Zeltrons could woo the hearts of all, and the dance floor beckoned the wicked.

He noticed Flannigan, but did not recognize him for the man that had attacked his freighter and attempted to raid it. He had only received audio, no visual. Either way, Lysle recognized him nonetheless. He was the man who had been with Chiasa at that space arena, but Flannigan may not recognize him as Lysle had been in armor at the time and under the guise of The Upright Man. It rose suspicion that perhaps the Hutts were working in conjunction with the Ravens, and Chiasa, but did Lysle fear this? Not one bit.

Lysle held no fear of Chiasa, or her dying flock. His steeled gaze caught a man approaching him, and he quietly slipped an envelope into Lysle's hands, the crime lord rolled his fingers over the parchment and quickly hid it within the pockets of his jacket. For all accounts, Lysle looked as impeccable as always. His hair neatly combed, his suit of the highest caliber and latest trends. He spared no expense to look the epitome of handsome. And it had always worked in his favor. He averted his gaze to Flannigan, and his eyes began to stalk his every movement.



[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
 
He tracked across the grated floor letting out a wrapping tapping sound as his pronged feet moved across them, his long red coat thrown behind him like some awkward cape, the tassels moving in the artificial breeze as he moved towards [member="Sempra the Hutt"]. It was cold and like steel, sharp and rough like fragment rock, it was distant yet human, it was all of these things. "Greetings, honourable Sempra." there was a pause an almost tangible silence, the disperse of air and the rising steam from the automated voice-box broke it, continuing on his sentence he spoke. "May the Hutt Cartel, prosper and have a bright and successful future." he addressed [member="Sempra the Hutt"].

He than moved to the side of the Hutt, his head moving on the core of his cybernetics to eventual capitulate those who had been staring noticeably at him, and than finally on [member="Break"], there was a pivot of a single pointed digit as he gestured the android forward. "You look as if you have something to so, out with it before it short-circuit you."

| [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] | [member="HK-42"] | [member="Pavor Clauditis"] | [member="Sempra the Hutt"] |​
 
Sempra raised a toast toward [member="Goros the Hutt"]

"Woy gahke bu honorable Goros recieve vea goo cakau! Fa kolka mi bai neu uba du bu Duona Bunko poy pipa, kolka paknee ata wa hhana an kanbiusa kae du bu Cartels biplata!"
"Make sure the honorable Goros recieve everything he crave! It pleases me to see you in the White Palace dear cousin, please take a throne and indulge yourself in the Cartels success! We must discuss bussiness when you are content."

Sempra watched and greeted most of the more important and prominent entering the room. He did not give unwanted attention to anyone but made sure the the very rich [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] was given the attendance he required.. He knew some needed time to navigate and determine alies and traps within these halls.

"Ah, bu Lhonu Flannigan gee boonowa wanba hhaia boonowa bo lumpa bapionh nei. Jee hatkocanh mo uba wa haoth, um...." Sempra spread out his palms as he turned to face [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

"Ah, the Great Flannigan has found his place next to me. I would offer you a toast, but...."

uba katka toupee mi vehpobaee mee tam baiankiy, joppay uba banka bu tee-tocky doth saptkhe.

"you must tell me about your recent adventures, when you feel the time is right." he added and nodded appreciative against the pirate leader.
 
He enters the palace quite impressed with the palace his armour was shiny, but in some places rustic. There were still cuts, scrapes and dents from when it was used. It was never polished, but kept a glass like look about it, a gorse-yellow with close-growing green marks, and with others of blue-green and salmon pink. Beneath them are the vivid orange-browns and siennas of wrack-colours, these were the marks of war, stains from far off jungles to the deserts of Tatooine, these were also his badges of office, his proof that he was no braggart.

Approaching the Palace's bar he orders a novanian grog exchanging the credits for the drink, He gave Thanks to the bar keep and sips from the drink Savoring it. Upon noticing Flannigan He would aproach the cyborg man "Hey flannigan I've something for you." Tiali reaches down to his belt to take hold of a lightsaber "I have another one for you." He flips it in the air to catch it again gripping it tightly extending it out to him "here."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
 

Norjung Ordo

Guest
N
[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

OOC: If this is to much for your character OOCLY, and ICLY tell me.

The muscular brute walked slowly toward the Hutt's, dizzy and drunk. Yet somehow with his wit about him, perhaps this was not a first time. With a barely recognizable voice he spoke remembering were he was, ​" Sucuy Vod , I thank you for your generosity. ", his T-visor helmet was on, the hulk of a man paused before speaking again " Before I go back too , your lovely drinks, and companions hehe. If you ever need a blade for hire, just send me a holo message to my ship." . The drunk warrior was bold but did an action to show his lack of fear, or was it stupidity? He threw his holo chip that had the code to his ship comm, somehow accurately onto the Hutt's left arm rest. Norjung waited , to see the two Hutt's respond would they attempt to imprison him? Or would they hire him later, out of pure respect?
 
"Very good Hunter. You'll find 10,000 credit in your account." he'd say the rotation and pronged finger's snapping together removing the sabre from [member="Tiali Orazio"], grasp. He turned it over carelessly looking the stretch of metal up and down. He pocketed the thing sliding it into pocket on the inside of his coat on a strap with a second sabre on it, he collected them for a lack of better word, he couldn't use them but nothing came more intimidating than a light sabre from a dead Sith or Jedi. "Sempra-" he was interrupted by [member="Norjung Ordo"], one might think he was cross but the mandalorian was bold, he opted to give him the respect and silence that is due to the bold.

| [member="Norjung Ordo "]| [member="Tiali Orazio"] | [member="Sempra the Hutt"] |​
 
Cadan would enter, surprisingly he wasn't in his armor. He was wearing what seemed to be a shirt and pants, not the usually attire for the man. Although he still wore his dirtied, burnt, bloodied and shot up. He paced around nodding and growling to the guests. A small back of dreamdust could be seen in Cadan's hand.

He sat at a small table by himself, well he would be by himself, except a Kowakian Monkey-Lizard seemed to hang a round him. The Monkey Lizard pulled a cigar from Cadan's pocket and began to smoke it. "Good idea Jasper!" Cadan said as he got his own cigar and began to smoke. He placed the bag of dreamdust on the table.
 
Paislee entered the bar and scanned the room for familiar faces momentarily before recognising Cadan and making her way to the table he sat at, taking a seat opposite him. "Where'd you get that from?" she asked, indicating to the dust. She wore a loose black vest and trousers, usually what she wore but only in a darker colour.

"Hey Jasper." she said, petting the Monkey-Lizard. "Why are you all alone here? It's like you've got no friends." she laughed and went to take the cigar from Jasper. "Ah sorry, forgot you're a loner."

[member="Cadan Tazi"]
 
The hutt watched the drunken mercenary approach his throne wtih amusement. Clearly this was a day when the Hutt was in good mood.

He chuckled at the mans declaration.

"The Great Sempra is pleased to see more servants in his Court, your name will be kept for the support of the cartel in the near future." Sempra listened to his translator and then turned to Flannigan.

"Hmmm... you were saying?" he uttered in hutteese. The albino slave translating.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

@norjung ordo
 
Xander lent in the corner, he was never one for celebrations. He could probably do with a break, cause he was sick of mass producing weapons for odd guys round the galaxy, but whatever. Half Angel was going good, so The Cowboy allowed himself the chance to come join this thing. Why, he'd never know.

He didn't sit with the others, hell no. Instead he lent in the corner, sipping a drink. He chuckled lightly, waiting for something to happen. It wasn't a celebration if no-one got killed.
 

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