Cloud 9 Bar and Casino!

[Matreya]

[member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Myron"]

Walking about Cloud City, Damien felt exasperation - this was supposed to be a vacation. Yet no booze, no company, not even spice! Nothing entertaining was occuring in the least!

Dressed in his new Executive Suit, made of pure gold woven into cloth - bearing resistance most kinds of damage as well - he looked rather dapper. However, over this was his Cater Coat, freshly waxed and made to shine brightly. Even his hair was combed!!

Spotting a sign, he almost screamed in relief, the sign read: Liquor Sold Here! His excitement so high, Damien didn't even attempt to run, but instead lifted into the air with a concussion blast behind him as he rocketed to the door way. It wasn't until he was walking in that he realized he had used his power in plain sight of everyone...

Who cares!?

"A fifth of bourbon, Scotch, and Vodka. Open a tab, under Damien. I will not be leaving for a while!" He said hastely.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Thalia was sitting there she had nowhere else to be she had to stop in here to get her ship repaired from her run in with a hutt and his bounty hunter she took special interest in the man whom had just walked into the bar she was sitting there taking a shot of whiskey. She walks over to him and says "Hey I'm Thalia and you are?"

[member="Darth Pikiran"]

 

[Myron]

Myron was on this forsaken sky temple for the Imperium. Never, not in the seven gods of war would she find herself on anything floating for anything else. She needed to feel the ground, it was where she drew her power from, so in her weeping for the feel of the ground underneath her feat the young woman found herself having a slight drink. The council met tomorrow and the legatus would need to clear her worries of the atmosphere caving in.

She had just walked in, many people would turn heads merely at her sight. She wasn't surprised to get looks, she was dressed in her formal armour afterall. It was an exquisitely crafted set of armour reviving the grandeur and attention to detail of the Senatus Populasque Imperium Godslayers. This beautiful and stylish golden steel cuirass is a sight to behold upon the Legatus. A metal breastplate over a white tunic that extends over her metal skirt, a metal arm guard that covers the outside of her right arm while her left arm only has a piece of the tunic covering her shoulder, and metal shin guards is a most exquisite armor set that Myron is proud to wear.

She stepped into the bar, the dimmed lighting helping to calm her flustered state. The cold steel floors felt odd on her bare feat, sure she had traveled on ships before but she hated it nonetheless.

Myron sat upon the bar, her golden armour shimmering from the light as she examined the choices. "Tea please."

Yes, tea. For a titan the godslayer was pretty weak to alcohol. That and tea was proper, which she was quite.

As the bartender looked strangely at her and then shrugged as if he was judging her choice Myron couldn't help but grip the metal bar. She liked tea and he would deal with it.

As myron felt a tremor in the ship she squeezed it so hard that her arenzebite grip crushed it slightly under her palm, leaving an imprint of where her fingers laid into the metal. The sound drew the attention of many around her, especially the dapper man and his friend she had sat beside.

[member="Thalia Kaia"]
[member="Darth Pikiran"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Thalia looked up at the new comer who was in full battle armor she looked strange just Thalia's kind of person. Thalia looked at her "Hey here on official business?" She guesses

@Myron @Darth Pikiran

 

[Myron]

As a voice came from beside her Myron let go of the bar and shot a glare at her. A distraction, she thought and gazed upon the person.

Wait what did she ask, something about business? Myron questioned in her head as the girl was starting to watch her staring. Which may have cause Myron to slightly blush, her blush only turning to fear as she remembered she was in a floating castle.

Her distraction, yes, that was what she needed. Myron then looked up again and ran a hand through her scarlet hair before speaking.

"Greetings, and I suppose you could say so. I am here with the great Reim empire."

[member="Thalia Kaia"]
[member="Darth Pikiran"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

"Ah I have only heard of the power of the Reim empire. I love your hair." She says resisting the urge to reach out and touch the ladies hair beside her.

@Myron

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

[member="Myron"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

[member="Darth Pikiran"]

 

[Matreya]

(Sorry. Forgot about this!)

Just as he was chasing a shot of Vodka with Scotch, he heard a voice near his person. Turning, almost ready to answer, she suddenly up and walked to an incoming woman. Both were quite beautiful, though likely a thousandth his age which was... off putting. It was taking far to much time to get drunk by shots, so he grabbed the nearest bottle, and began to chug it.

Watching as each massive bubble of a sense went through the bottle from the neck to base, he finished rather quickly. Covering his mouth to mask a belch, he leaned back to give himself a few seconds for the liquor to hit him.

[member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Myron"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Thalia turns around and tries to signal the man to come over to them.

[member="Darth Pikiran"]

 

[Matreya]

Catching the signal from the woman, he raised a brow, clearly she wanted him to join them. But as it was, he had two more bottles to drink, and plenty more after that. Should he get up? He didn't think so.

To counter, he gestured to the seats opposite himself.

[member="Thalia Kaia"]

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Darth Pikiran"]


He had followed the man into the bar after witnessing his flying down the corridor. He was studying the man, Watching his every movement from where he now sat in a corner booth hidden by the shadows. He could practically smell the stench of dark side corruption surrounding the man, His almost natural instinct screaming at him to confront the darksider and end his vile corruption, But he'd be patient for now and just watch. His own force aura had been pulled inward and masked so as not to draw unwanted attention. Even his apparel on this day seemed benign and plain, Terantek leather trousers and a black silk tunic adorned in a seemingly ragged old tarentak leather duster and a blaster on each hip......His twin lightsabers concealed expertly against the small of his back.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha walked into Cloud City she had a little place over on one of the platforms further away and she wanted to see what all the ta do was about today. She came over via thranta having had a blast dipping and diving along on the air currents, it was truly one of the most amazing things to do on Bespin shame not more did it.

She came in after smoothing out her clothing, and removing all of her out gear that had kept her warm. So. Cloud City. yeah, this was pretty cool, maybe she could find a few things to wear here.

Or a meal prepared by someone else, or who knows what things could be found. Putting on her best smile Rekha head off. This place was bright, airy, and made the platform seem dull and uninviting. Well, the miners liked it.

 

[Matreya]

(Just to throw it out there, according to Chaos canon, Terentatek leather only does something when treated by an alchemist before being worn. And those are worth millions, and only the Duster is in existence from my current knowledge. Lol I have one in my sig. Just in case you didn't by it, it means your literally just wearing dull leather.)

Having waited a bit, Damien reached for the bottle at his right, the Vodka, and began to chug it. Just as before, each massive bubble going up from the neck signalled more liquor ingested, and this was ok by him. When he set the clear empty glass back on the table, he looked around, taking in the two women once more, and spotting a new comer that was clad in Tarentatek leather - he had memory like a steel trap, and knew the material well, thanks to his duster and those that he had treated for use a decade ago, then never used.

He was obviously someone on a mission.

Little did it matter. If he happened to start a battle, he would find he was unprepared for the level of strength he was going to meet. However, should a battle not ensue, everything would remain copesthetic. He was here to get drunk, and maybe encounter some beautiful ladies. Grabbing the last bottle, he got up and walked closer to the women who had signaled him before.

Any who watched would notice the odd zigazaging pattern - he had taken to avoiding walking through the two dozen spirits bound to him.

[member="Ryker Tal'verda"] [member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Myron"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

"Hey there!" She says to the man who is walking zigzags.

[member="Darth Pikiran"]

 

[Darth Slasher]

Slasher walked inside. He had hidden SlashSaber II in his belt. He wasn't planning on fighting.

"Ugh. Rich people. Here to gamble away their hard earned money while listening to the cries of the less fortunate people. I hate being in these places."

He walked to the bar.

"Whiskey, please. And make it powerful. I need something to make me think I'm not in a place full of undesirables."

 

[Myron]

[member="Darth Slasher"]

As she sipped at her tea Myron heard the mans comment. She turned to him and narrowed her red eyes.

"Why come here if you find it so 'undesirable'?" She questioned. Her tone was not angry, merely curious. Though she was an Afriel, her mood could click in a second with the slightest warning.

As Myron turned to him the brash and intense smell of whiskey forced itself into her entire being, or so that was what it felt like.

Yet the godslayer was only here on business, she could not let the desirable smell waver her authority.

 

[Darth Slasher]

Slasher started gritting his teeth.

"I came here to have a drink of whiskey. I have to admit that even though the people who decide to enter this place are undesirable, the drink is of pretty good quality. Sometimes I buy a couple of full bottles out of this place and give it to those in need. It is sad, that even an emotionless beast like I am has more emotion for his fellow man than those who claim to be human. Their tears are mine, their grief is mine, I am the epitome of their suffering, their emotions, their torture."

Slasher gulped down the bottle of whiskey.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Thalia turns to the man and looks him dead in the face "You should go sir." She says sensing the other womans discomfort.

[member="Darth Slasher"]
[member="Myron"]

 

[Myron]

With the blue haired girls gesture Myron waved her hand. "No, he should stay."

"Who are you?" She questioned and locked eyes with him.

She was calm, her attitude displaying this, though, her eyes spoke of wild rage.

[member="Thalia Kaia"]
[member="Darth Slasher"]