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For the first time in recent to semi-recent history, Malcoma didn't give a womp rat's arse about her appearance.

She was still in her vigilante bodysuit, just as she had been on Denon, having made no attempt to hide what had happened on Denon. The suit itself was rather unsightly ripped and bloodstained. So was her face marred by a few dark bruises, shallow scrapes, smeared makeup, and a certain dissociative gaze entirely uncharacteristic. It seemed inappropriate to brush her hair and juxtapose her otherwise haggard countenance.

Just as one never mixed their metals.

Pick one and commit to it.

In this case, she'd lean into the damsel in distress narrative. She didn't even have to act either; right now she was that.

Malcoma waved off Phaelix's concerned eyebrow quirk as she hurried past his bar counter to the ladies' room. For once, she didn't push open the door to powder her nose or see about a power coupling, but to dry heave in the sink.

Again.

She looked up into the bathroom mirror.

Once more.

At the end of ten minutes, Malcoma had pulled herself together reasonably well. She sauntered out of the washroom to the Sanctum elevator. The two Family goons guarding the elevator shaft alternated for a few long seconds between watching on and glancing at each other, surprised to see an associate well-known for her good looks looking instead like chit. One finally moved to approach her. "Hesse--" he began, body sliding to block her progress onwards.

She bat at him, nail implants unextended but drawing blood nonetheless. "Get out of my way!" she exclaimed.

He did clutching his superficial wound.

The other goon offered her neither resistance nor assistance. Soon, the crisp ding announcing a descended elevator interrupted the Family's ongoing meeting and Malcoma stepped out onto the floor. She was fashionably late, yes, but she was also visibly fethed up. Hopefully the latter excused the former. "Denon is a den of inequity," Malcoma called over the gathered crowd, and over whoever, if anyone, had been speaking.

As the crowd parted and murmurs rippled out through the room from the apex of disturbance that was the battered woman, Damris glanced over the back of Malcoma's empty assigned seat to Sonti, one of the Eves. The young Kiffar woman didn't look back, her gaze instead transfixed on her employer. Her hand came up to cover her mouth, keep in a gasp. A moment passed before Sonti ran across the way.

Malcoma accepted her into a single-armed hug. "We have friends there." Darkwire, that was. "That was why I assumed it a safe place to do some business abroad." She leveled her gaze at Ivory, finding her easily among the conference-goers. "An oversight, evidently, Donna."

"...Are you okay?" Sonti whispered over Malcoma's shoulder.

"I'm fine," she replied, volume dropping and tone softening, but only momentarily. Her hand tightened protectively, instinctively around her girl's back. It wasn't a side that anyone outside of Eden's walls had seen until now: caring, really and truly, rather than capitalistic and callous. "But I can't say the same for Jysya Irard."

Mercy had killed her after all. Snapped neck. Nice and clean. Bloody pulp on the bottom of some hyperlane winding through the Moonfall District. Still nice but less clean. Tables turned. Good riddance. "And I'm left to wonder why Our friends weren't able to sniff out a plot against me."

Ivory Stroud · Mar 22, 2022

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Kardek Alpha
Location: The Star Lounge - Family Sanctum
Objective: Family Meeting
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"...Shaddaa will require at least two members, to ensure Calell & his crew cooperate. The threat of violence should be enou-"

Crash

Malcoma Hesse said:
"Denon is a den of inequity,"

The sudden appearance of

Malcoma Hesse elicited a turning of Ivory's head, witnessing the woman (in worse shape than Ivory had ever seen her) barge through the doors into The Family's meeting space. Ivory had been standing at the front of the room, in the middle of discussing their recent efforts on Nar Shaddaa - then was suddenly interrupted. The Donna went immediately silent - just as shocked as the rest of The Family at Malcoma's disheveled, battered, and bruised appearance.

Malcoma Hesse said:
Malcoma accepted her into a single-armed hug. "We have friends there." Darkwire, that was. "That was why I assumed it a safe place to do some business abroad." She leveled her gaze at Ivory, finding her easily among the conference-goers. "An oversight, evidently, Donna."

Those words caused Ivory's eyebrows to narrow - not in anger, but in curiosity. There was clearly something very wrong with The Family's illustrious Madam & Owner of Eve's Escorts... and the worst part was, Ivory knew nothing about it.

Malcoma Hesse said:
"And I'm left to wonder why Our friends weren't able to sniff out a plot against me."

Behind her, his back to the wall, eyes leveled upon Malcoma, Gabriel Lynch began to speak - but Ivory raised a finger, halting the words before they could leave his mouth. The grizzled old veteran, acting as her bodyguard as always, would have likely instructed Malcoma to find a seat and not interrupt - but Ivory was more concerned with Malcoma's appearance and obvious anger.

"Malcoma." Ivory said, visibly looking the woman up and down... her voice calm, demeanor composed, as she interlaced her fingers in front of her. "I was worried, when you didn't show... but now I see why."

Her head cocked to one side as murmurs ran through the crowd of Associates & Family Members.

"What happened to you?" Ivory asked - the meeting all-but forgotten. Clearly, there was more important business to discuss.

Stardust Solus Skirae · Mar 22, 2022

The discussion was something started was invested in, she wa some of the more strong arm types and her powers benefited the family when it came to....convincing those who might have second thoughts about loyally working with the family. She was about to speak when a cease was heard, quickly she was up and saber ignited as she moved to be close to the Donna, eyes narrowed before she relaxed a bit saber quickly turned off as she looked to a few of the goons and made some simple hand motions to secure the outside.

A growl came from her as she looked about now on full alert, something had attack a member of the family and they didnt even know? Danger was afoot and stardust would not let herself slip up and allow the danger close. Taking a seat she placed a hand on he blaser to keep ready as she wta ged the surrounded members and then to the door, staying silent as there was nothing for her to say for the moment this was between the Donna and its woman

Cass Gemini · Mar 22, 2022

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Ship:

NPCs:

Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Wearing: This outfit

Cass Gemini looked at her dress as she unwired the security tag on it. How much was this supposed to cost? 5700 credits for a dress? By Ashla, she almost hoped the vendor went out of business after the robbery, she did NOT have 5700 credits worth of material on her, and yet, she loved it, every inch it covered and didn't cover looked amazing. She wasn't sure what had come over her, maybe it was Izzie? Or maybe it was the girls from the family, but she felt more beautiful and appreciated than she had her entire life. She smiled at Pix who lay on Casses bed chatting to her and watching her dress. "how do I look baby?" she asked cheekily. "like I don't want to share you any more", the zeltron replied, her link skin going a darker shade of pink with a blush.

Cass was glad they had booked a nice hotel room on Coruscant, this place was fun and the view out the room of the overngrown ecumanopolis was interesting to say the least. "Wish me luck" she leaned down and kissed her friend on the head and left the room. It wasn't far to the lounge where the Family was meeting, she hoped in a speeder cab and fly quickly there. She was glad to get an invite to this meet, getting in with these women was the best thing that had come from the questionably useful Hutt Space Syndicate? Hutt Consortium? Oh she could remember the name later. But right now she had a date with some real power ladies.

She approached the bouncers, flashing the beautifully crafted invite and walked in, instantly being handed what looked like a very strong drink, one of her favourites? Had someone been snooping around in her bar records?

She immediately spotted the large green form of

Stardust Solus Skirae and then saw

Ivory Stroud talking to a woman she didn't recognise, they looked in a bit of an intense chat so she smiled a greeting to them and then walked to stand next to Star.

"Its good to see you again? Bare knuckle fight any more rancors lately?"

Marcella Fiora · Mar 22, 2022

M A R C E L L AㅤF I O R A

Tag:

Kardek Alpha

What?
Marcella had been listening attentively to Ivory's briefing, keen to hear of the Nar Shaadaa on-goings. She was dressed neatly and casually tonight, no need for anything flashy as she was in trusted company. Tonight she sat at the table, taking puffs of her cigarra and sharing glances with those across from her out of curiosity as The Donna briefed The Family.

TING

The elevator opened, and out came a seething

Malcoma Hesse who looked like she adopted a new look from the denizens of the lowest levels of Coruscant, an interesting look too. As soon as she her rant about what had happened, Marcy' leant in on her chair, "What the crick.." she muttered, becoming increasingly concerned about the situation, especially as her words were particularly cryptic.

However the next the minutes went, Marcella would remain quiet and let Ivory and Malcoma talk, The Donna always had the right words. Regardless, whoever had done this to her, she was ready to go pay them a visit.

Imosen Cadera · Mar 23, 2022

Imosen was around listening to the Donnas briefing he was more here to help with the brute force work

Stardust Solus Skirae knew how he was more willing to break heads then anything else he had his pike with him he never really goes anywhere without it less he has to be without it but he kept listening until a woman came in worse for wear ranting and the like ...who was this woman first off...and who did this to her if anyone else in the family is at risk he should be made aware of it but he remained silent only looking towards the Donna for a answer.

Kardek Alpha · Mar 23, 2022

OUTFIT

Kardek and Alpha had been leaning up against the back wall, listening to the discussion and getting a feel for the family and the Donna herself. This was his first family meeting, and so he opted for silence and pure observation, not intending to make his voice heard unless directly called upon, which was unlikely.

When the newcomer barged in with a rather disturbing physical condition, he simply looked up at her and continued to pull drags from one of his his lovely cigarras that he had purchased directly from

Marcella Fiora after their first encounter. His expression resembled someone watching an entertaining holo flick, as he simply looked back and forth at the different family members as they spoke, wondering what would happen next with an element of curiosity.

Malcoma Hesse · Mar 23, 2022

Ivory Stroud

Kardek Alpha + invite

Ivory Stroud (The Donna) said:
"What happened to you?"

Malcoma drew back as if she had been struck. "Are you not listening?" she asked rhetorically. Her gaze flit from the Donna to the attendees sat around the table as well as those standing beyond it. "Bad business, collusion, kidnapping happened to me!!" As the madam's list grew, and emotion heightened in her voice, it became clear if it hadn't been before that she was rabid, but still unclear who at.

"I entered into this Family to first and foremost protect myself and my company from the occupational hazards of our job." She gestured at Sonti still clinging to her. "I can take it, but if I had sent her instead? Another girl?" She scoffed. "No. I doubt they'd be so lucky. Just like I doubt the commitment of this Family to itself."

Damris' eyes snapped from Malcoma to Ivory as a sort of shocked apology.

But the madam simply continued, apparently much less concerned with impressions as her own bodyguard was. At least she took a breath to explain properly next; either everyone in attendance was a master sabacc player--or which a few certainly were--or not one knew what the hell she was on about.

"I got a proposition about two weeks ago from one Centon Braste on Denon. I've had no time to entertain," if the room caught her drift, "since returning to Coruscant, but it paid well, so I went. Once I arrived, I met the madam of a local agency, who offered hostel. I took it, stayed over a night, and then met with Braste offsite the next."

Malcoma set her jaw. Her anger pronounced itself further, physically now. "I don't remember the meeting besides going and then waking up. He must have drugged me. He was gone. No payment had been made."

Sonti gasped again, pulling away from her.

"I hired a mercenary to teach him a lesson and, if possible, extract my fee. The former happened; the latter did not. There was no time. The madam who had been hosting me, Jysya Irard, held me at blasterpoint." As a more animated mutter ran through some of the Family members, Malcoma simply rose her voice to project over it. "She had masterminded the entire exchange: sicced Braste on me, brought me to Denon to eliminate."

To the fellow madam, Jysya's motivation was crystal clear. Even if she had no grand plans of swooping into replace Malcoma as the executive of Eve, she was watching over her own turf with a keen eye on the horizon, one were Eve might well have expanded to Denon and taken over its sex scene.

But business was not simply business when heinous bodily harm was done to one of the Family.

"I could have died.

"Where was the Family's foresight?"

Viz Harridan · Mar 23, 2022

Viz is now cursed by the Eye of Koda, which is said to bring misfortune to any of the owner.

She will be rolling dice for herself to determine outcomes of situations which require a skill.
These dice outcomes effect only Viz, and continue to effect her until her HP runs out.
If her HP dips below zero, she is burnt and has to leave the thread to seek medical attention. She
She MUST roll in every post, until she can offload the amulet.
Rolls are based on Trait Stats HERE
Dice - 1D20 (add D6 Force Mod if applicable)
Current HP: 188 (current)

Possible Events

Firefight: above (+)12, Deal damage equal to the amount on the dice (DD) // No Force Mod (NFM)// Below or equal to (-=) 12 - no damage (ND)
Theft: + 16, DD// FM +1D6 // -=16 (ND)
Sneak: +9, DD// FM +1D6// -=9 (ND)
Lightsaber: +4 DD // FM +1D6 // -=4 (ND)
Piloting: +10 DD // NFM // -=4 (ND)
Repair or Mechanics: +15DD// NFM// -=15 ND
Persuasion: +13 DD // FM +1D6// -=13 (ND)
Charisma: +10 DD // FM +1D6 // -= 10 Nd
General Luck: +10 DD// NFM// -=10 (ND)
FIRST AID: +1D20 every 3 posts

Viz leaned back, successfully wallflowering, her ears and eyes open, her mouth blissfully shut for once. This was her first "in" conference as an associate and with Ivory discussing Nar Shaddaa, she'd be able to have some input if The Donna needed it.

Now though, the sudden appearance of one Malcoma Hesse had escalated the conversation to new peaks and she lifted her knee so it rested on CAB's body like a footrest. She looked around slyly, attempting to read the room, attempting to see what the other's thought of this exchange, and continued to maintain her silence. She looked with particular interest at

Marcella Fiora , to whom she was the closest in her new-found group. Marcy didn't seem to know what was going on either, so Viz was glad she was not the only one in the dark.

CURSE SUMMARY
Dice has no effect

Ivory Stroud · Mar 23, 2022

As The Whirlwind continued, Ivory stood - the Eye of the Storm - against Hurricane Malcoma. The battered & bruised Associate of The Family had chosen a moment of unity amongst their small, closely-knit group to join and question their capabilities... but even against the accusations she leveled, Ivory remained calm. Behind The Donna, Ivory could feel Gabriel's anger growing; but still, he kept silent, knowing his place but ready upon a signal from "The Boss" to institute retribution.

But a signal did not come.

Instead, Ivory allowed Malcoma to continue - holding eye contact with her - and ignoring even Damris' shocked look of apology.

Malcoma Hesse said:
"Where was the Family's foresight?"

Without missing a beat, Ivory spoke - pitching a fast ball to quell Malcoma's rage before she could plant poisonous seeds:

"Allow me to get this straight, Malcoma... You traveled to Denon, where we have almost no resources; did not tell anyone your plans to meet with a total stranger; took no bodyguards; and chose a location for your stay that was neither inspected or vetted... and somehow, our foresight failed?"

The Donna's eyebrows furrowed - disappointment clearly written upon her face as her arms crossed over her chest - signifying she was having none of it. Rather than continue a barrage, she let the silence hang in the air - clearly expecting an answer.

Malcoma Hesse

Stardust Solus Skirae Gabriel Lynch

Kardek Alpha

Dedata | Celty Ree · Mar 23, 2022

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Ivory Stroud ||
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Malcoma Hesse ||

Stardust Solus Skirae ||

Marcella Fiora ||
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Imosen Cadera ||

Viz Harridan ||

Kardek Alpha ||

Cass Gemini

Dedata opened the door peeking in, to overhear Malcoma, unsure as of yet what happened. Still she listened and moved further into the room walking around everyone to take the seat that she was in prior to needing the toilet. Even she was not exempt to the needs of the body as much as it would be nice. Pulling the front part of her helmet out a little and placing the Vaporizer on the extendable straw, Dedata breathed in the minty flavour. As she breathed out a cloud of white would creep out from around her helmet.

Both the Donna and Malcoma was right though. Sliding a small holo device to the middle of the table the woman began to type on her datapad. "What I am hearing is Malcoma, I get your angry and upset that you did not have people there to defend you. While yes we could have been more vigilant in terms of protection. However you cannot be overtly mad at us either, as the donna said, you did not clue us in or take the necessary precautions either.

" The woman paused a moment to look at both Malcoma and Ivory before she continued.

"When I go out to places solo to do independent work and do not tell anyone, I know I am out there on my own, I am prepared for the consequences of that choice. By no means can I handle myself in a combat sense, so I take precautions because I hate unnecessary risks. So before we go pointing fingers and perhaps before things get tense it seems we should be looking into your attackers. Sure both of you can agree on that?

"

Dedata leant back in the seat to take another puff on the Vaporizer. Weirdly she had become to like it, the smell did not leave a foul scent in the air like tobacc, along with the flavours. Still the woman felt the need to perhaps thank

Marcella Fiora for the innovative thinking and perhaps to talk about submitting a design to make something more special and unique.

Malcoma Hesse · Apr 3, 2022

Ivory Stroud

Kardek Alpha

Viz Harridan + invite

Malcoma drew back from both responses like a snake coiling, readying herself for another strike.

Before she could, Sonti blocked her line of sight with the other women. "You make good points, Donna and Dedata," she said, glancing from one to the other. "But if I may?" She paused to watch Damris hurry past her to encourage Malcoma to remain quiet for now, not make anything worse for the trio. In the time it took, perhaps the Donna would give the girl permission to speak, though the question had been rhetoric.

"I don't think the biggest problem here from Malcoma's perspective," she touched her collarbone, "from my perspective, is that she was attacked." Sonti paused again, this time to glance over her shoulder at Malcoma. "Obviously, that's not ideal, but..." She looked back to Ivory. "She cares more about this business than her face."

"Sonti, stop." Malcoma's whisper would be heard only by those sitting or standing closest to the meeting table.

"See, I'm a slave. Or, I-I was. Until Malcoma bought me." Hands went up defensively. "Not to trade or keep or anything. She gave me my freedom, but not just that, a job too. I'm not here against my will, Donna.

"That's what Eve Escorts is all about: second chances that no one else would even think about giving us. The CDF would just raid a ring and kick us to the curb like garbage. The sex work is secondary. Hell, there's one girl that has been staying in our dormitory for months and doesn't feel comfortable with our work. So she just doesn't do it. No one's going to make her, least of all Malcoma."

Another glance her way. She looked somehow even worse.

Sonti sighed out before continuing. "She's actually taking her to therapy topside. Helping her get better." Back to the Donna. "No one brought this to your attention, I know. It's a lot. But we got used to keeping this secret, before we joined the Family the first time because..." Sonti shrugged shyly.

Damris spoke up then, finishing her thought for her, "Moral criminals are a rare breed."

Malcoma shuffled her weight uncomfortably at his side.

Ivory Stroud · Apr 4, 2022

Malcoma Hesse

Viz Harridan

With a glance, The Donna had given the floor to Malcoma's employee - inwardly hoping someone could pour water on the smoldering blaze that was Malcoma's anger before she said something they'd all regret.

As Sonti explained her status as a former slave, a murmur buzzed through the crowd; but from Ivory, there was only silence. As Sonti explained the true purpose of Malcoma's business, Ivory took a deep breath... Heaving a steady sigh as she emptied her lungs.

Faintly, she stretched out tentative fingers through The Force, reaching into the minds and spirits of everyone present in the room... Attentive to any subtle hints of falsehood or hidden meaning either in Sonti, Malcoma, or Damris. She could pick up the stirring anger in her Enforcers, the concern and worry of those who weren't sure how this admission would be taken, and a healthy dose of fear... But neither Sonti, Malcoma, or Malcoma's bodyguard were lying. The subtle fingers of thought retracted, leaving The Donna to contemplate the past few moments with a clear head.

Malcoma Hesse said:
Moral criminals are a rare breed."

Satisfied, Ivory settled her gaze on Damris, letting his words hang in the air for a moment.

"I am disappointed this hadn't come to light before. Thank you, Sonti, for your honesty."

Ivory shifted her gaze toward Malcoma, addressing the Madam directly: "I assume you traveled to Denon with the intention of pursuing personal business. I would have preferred this had come to light earlier, Malcoma... We can only protect those who desire our protection."

She glanced around the room, speaking to everyone: "The Family may be many things, but moral?" She broke the tension with a musical little laugh, her demeanor changing from angry & suspicious to amused. The change was like night and day.

Then, she directed her attention back to the beaten and injured Madam Hesse. "What can you tell us about your assailant? We may not have been able to keep you safe, but we can certainly send a message after the fact."

Subtly, with her arms crossed and a quick glance toward Marcella, Ivory made a quick succession of motions - signing in Code-sign a simple phrase which the woman would plainly understand:

<<Handle It>>

Marcella Fiora · Apr 4, 2022

M A R C E L L AㅤF I O R A

Tag:

Conference & Consequence #2!
She continued to sit silently and simply listen, not raising her voice at the offence she had just received, nor commenting on any remarks to make her point. Regardless, both

Ivory Stroud &

Dedata | Celty Ree had summed up what she would've said anyway. She continued to take puffs of her cigarra, using it as a tool to help her concentrate and to keep up with.. whatever just happened, however, one point Malcoma made echoed around Marcy's head, a point that irked her a little too much.

Malcoma Hesse said:
"I don't remember the meeting besides going and then waking up. He must have drugged me. He was gone. No payment had been made."

Marcella's eye twitched as she continued to think about it, thankfully it had appeared that both her and The Donna were sharing the same thought, or at least they were on the same line; <<Handle It>>. Marcy' couldn't help but let out a small smirk, appeased that she could satisfy her intentions. After handing a small, unnoticeable nod to Ivory she moved her head slightly towards her advisor and leader of her 'Chosen' goons, Stephen Röhr, who was standing off to the side nearby.

Röhr slowly crept in from the dark side-lines of the room, leaning in to hear what Marcella had to say; she spoke softly, nobody would hear her unless they strained their ears, "Find them."

He handed Marcy' a short bow, communicating that he understood what she meant before slowly making his way out of the room to gather the troops. Marcella's eyes flickered between the departing goon and those still in the room, offering a look of serious intent to

Viz Harridan and

Kardek Alpha , as if to communicate that something had been set-in-motion.

Viz Harridan · Apr 4, 2022

Viz is cursed by the Eye of Koda, which is said to bring misfortune to any of the owner.

She will be rolling dice for herself to determine outcomes of situations which require a skill.
These dice outcomes effect only Viz, and continue to effect her until her HP runs out.
If her HP dips below zero, she is burnt and has to leave the thread to seek medical attention. She
She MUST roll in every post, until she can offload the amulet.
Rolls are based on Trait Stats HERE
Dice - 1D20 (add D6 Force Mod if applicable)
Current HP: 170 (current)

Possible Events

Firefight: above (+)12, Deal damage equal to the amount on the dice (DD) // No Force Mod (NFM)// Below or equal to (-=) 12 - no damage (ND)
Theft: + 16, DD// FM +1D6 // -=16 (ND)
Sneak: +9, DD// FM +1D6// -=9 (ND)
Lightsaber: +4 DD // FM +1D6 // -=4 (ND)
Piloting: +10 DD // NFM // -=4 (ND)
Repair or Mechanics: +15DD// NFM// -=15 ND
Persuasion: +13 DD // FM +1D6// -=13 (ND)
Charisma: +10 DD // FM +1D6 // -= 10 Nd
General Luck: +10 DD// NFM// -=10 (ND)
FIRST AID: +1D20 every 3 posts

Marcella Fiora said:
Marcella's eyes flickered between the departing goon and those still in the room, offering a look of serious intent to Viz Harridan Viz Harridan and Kardek Alpha Kardek Alpha , as if to communicate that something had been set-in-motion.

Viz straightened, her eyes flicking to Marcella and she nodded back, almost imperceptibly. Whatever was afoot, she'd bring the muscle where she needed to. Well, she'd bring Stilza's at least.

"So, let me in." Stilza hissed.

"Not yet." Viz growled back under her breath, not caring if anyone saw her chatting with herself. This group surely new by now the quirks of having a four-in-one deal like her. Stilza's dead shot was an asset, especially if they were dealing with something more than listening here tableside. Marcy was Viz' oldest contact here, and she would continue to work under her until the time came that she proved herself more than a peon.

Speaking of peons. She shot a glance at her counterpart, the Newb,

Kardek Alpha . Kardek was leaning against the wall proverbially picking his nose and taking drags from the cigarra he'd gotten at their first meeting. CAB let out a chirp and moved out from under her, so she lost her balance slightly. Poor Snitch, who'd been napping tangled in her hair, woke with a start and strapped his tail around her neck like a noose.

"Where are you going you little turd?" She hissed as quietly as she could, but CAB was making his way over to the assassin droid he'd met at the bar, ready to continue their little conversation together. She glanced at the meeting, sure she hadn't drawn any attention to herself (hopefully), and followed over to the cloud of smoke that was Kardek.

"Well, then Droid Boy." She said just loud enough for him to hear. She pointed her chin at the tabled group. "What do you think of all this?"

CURSE SUMMARY

Viz rolled some really terrible luck. Like... it is super bad. Like the WORST.
HP: 150

Kardek Alpha · Apr 9, 2022

Viz Harridan

OUTFIT

It was just as good as watching a holofilm. Kardek was truly entertained by all the hubbub, he only wished he had brought some popcorn with him. His blood started to boil a bit though at the idea that the woman had been drugged and possibly taken advantage of. Such information caused a distinguished frown to grace his lips as he sucked a bit more intently on the cigarra.

At

Marcella Fiora 's look, Kardek offered a wink without changing his expression. He knew it was game time. He could sense it. Suddenly, Alpha started to whirr softly with a rising tone that signaled delight. Kardek glanced over to observe CAB, the droid of the enrapturing

Viz Harridan , approaching them. A smirk spread across his lips as Alpha bobbled his head a bit, lowered himself down to his knees and began to engage his new favorite companion.

His eyes lifted as the grumpy woman began to approach him, causing his smile to disappear almost instantaneously. Perhaps she wasn't actually grumpy, but Kardek's first impression of her was hard to shake. And then, as the fates would have it, his first impression of the woman became reinforced with Phrik at the sputtering of the awful nickname that she had chosen for him. Droid boy? Really? Kardek imagined himself lifting his hands to the side of his head and fluttering his fingers as he stuck out his tongue and made a rather immature sound at her, but he quickly let such fantasies remain in his head, instead choosing to roll his eyes and grunt softly in a show of annoyance, "Don't call me that." He demanded in a low tone. Kardek ran his hand through his hair and looked back at the table in front of them, contemplating her question for a moment. "I think it's emotional. Not logical. And I think she needs to hire better security. And I think it's disgusting what they did to her. Also…" He looked back at

Viz Harridan with a boyish smile attempting to creep it's way onto his face, "I think Marcella looks mighty fine in that there sweater." He gave Viz a wink, then turned back to look at the table.

Viz Harridan · Apr 14, 2022

Viz is cursed by the Eye of Koda, which is said to bring misfortune to any of the owner.

She will be rolling dice for herself to determine outcomes of situations which require a skill.
These dice outcomes effect only Viz, and continue to effect her until her HP runs out.
If her HP dips below zero, she is burnt and has to leave the thread to seek medical attention. She
She MUST roll in every post, until she can offload the amulet.
Rolls are based on Trait Stats HERE
Dice - 1D20 (add D6 Force Mod if applicable)
Current HP: 131 (current)

Possible Events

Firefight: above (+)12, Deal damage equal to the amount on the dice (DD) // No Force Mod (NFM)// Below or equal to (-=) 12 - no damage (ND)
Theft: + 16, DD// FM +1D6 // -=16 (ND)
Sneak: +9, DD// FM +1D6// -=9 (ND)
Lightsaber: +4 DD // FM +1D6 // -=4 (ND)
Piloting: +10 DD // NFM // -=4 (ND)
Repair or Mechanics: +15DD// NFM// -=15 ND
Persuasion: +13 DD // FM +1D6// -=13 (ND)
Charisma: +10 DD // FM +1D6 // -= 10 Nd
General Luck: +10 DD// NFM// -=10 (ND)
FIRST AID: +1D20 every 3 posts

Kardek Alpha said:
Don't call me that." He demanded in a low tone. Kardek ran his hand through his hair and looked back at the table in front of them, contemplating her question for a moment. "I think it's emotional. Not logical. And I think she needs to hire better security. And I think it's disgusting what they did to her. Also…" He looked back at Viz Harridan Viz Harridan with a boyish smile attempting to creep it's way onto his face, "I think Marcella looks mighty fine in that there sweater." He gave Viz a wink, then turned back to look at the table.

Viz grinned. She would continue to call him names because it irked him and that amused her. He was handsome, and she liked picking on handsome men who thought they were lady killers and were absolutely incouragable.

She snuffled at his cheek regarding Marcy (

Marcella Fiora ) who was 10 times out of Kardek's league no matter how good looking he was. However, she had to hand it to him, his assessment of the Family Drama (

Ivory Stroud ) was a touch on the nose.

Alpha, the Droid Boy's Droid poked kindly at CAB, who twittered affectionately. It was, in fact, absolutely adorable. Her demeanor softened slightly toward

Kardek Alpha

Suddenly though, and as quickly as the mood seemed to shift, two simultaneous things happened. The first was that the stone hanging around her neck felt hot against her sternum, the tendrils of force-infused nodules mixing with her own limited dysfunctional and disjointed ones like neurons misfiring.

The second was that even as she barely noticed the shift, a spark ran between the droids, from Alpha's finger and up and out of CABs thoracic sphere and up into his modded arm, causing a crack and hiss. He tried to let out a screech but it was cut off by his internal functions being obliterated by the short circuit. The smell of Ozone filled the air and if she wasn't so appalled by what was happening to her Droid, she would be concerned she was making a small scene in the back of a very important Family meeting.

A trail of electricity had faded from Alpha's arm and he jolted back slightly. She knelt as CAB continued to whir and glitch, his whole form shaking before completely powering down with a slow whine.

She whirled on Kardek. Eyes blazing. "What the hell did your junket do to my droid?"

CURSE SUMMARY

Repair Roll of 17 (physical dice) CAB can't be repaired at least right now. Viz does not know yet that the stone was the cause of the issue and (obv) blames Alpha)
HP: 114

Dedata | Celty Ree · Apr 15, 2022

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Ivory Stroud ||
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Malcoma Hesse ||

Stardust Solus Skirae ||

Marcella Fiora ||
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Imosen Cadera ||

Viz Harridan ||

Kardek Alpha ||

Cass Gemini ||

It was people like the one Malcoma had encountered she hated in this galaxy. Not understanding the sign language used, she did read Marcella's lips as she whispered. Hoping the woman who smoked her ciggar noticed Dedata did a little nod, a way to say she will assist but also to point out she has an ample idea why the person was bowing then left the room. With the holoprojector still running Dedata switched screens, all of them able to see text that was unreadable. A language created by the Info broker herself. "Dee search Centon Braste, last seen on Denon. I need a view of his face to be tracked." That world seemed to be popping up more and more these days. Dedata knew vaguely what was happening there, a corporate world with people trying to topple it. Kudo's to their efforts. As Dee did its work, the faceless woman began to type fast characters appearing faster than people could keep up with.

Of course to her, it was like her hands moved on their own as she thought on what needed to be typed. Most of this was pure muscle memory. Even if for now she only had a name, she could track the accounts of Centon Braste. Soon every digital chit of wealth would leave his bank and into the woman he screwed over. In short term it was a double scattershot tactic. Malcoma got the credits she needed to continue the good work, as for Mr Braste, he would be slowed down.

The screen switched again back to a blank screen that would type in galactic basic. No one knew just yet what she spent the couple of minuets doing. Her visor would peer at the two people seeming to have a lovers quarrel.

"I may be what people call a criminal, the main work I do that is not for the family and is a personal mission is to give as many people their freedoms. May it be ending slavers by giving out their routes to local systems, toppling corporations that care little for the workers or even the occasional pointing out the hidden corruption of government officials. Though I cannot understand what all of you, including Malcoma have been through I can empathise.

Rest assured, now we are in the loop things will be handled accordingly. Malcoma when you have time after the meeting, please check your bank account. Those funds should be able to assist you and your girls future. I am not sure how much was sent, all you need to know is it's yours to do with as you please.

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She looked around the room again, realizing she had typed a fair little bit in one go. What she had to say was not done just yet as more words flooded into her head. There was perhaps one more idea that crossed her mind that might be beneficial to those Malcoma cares for. "I assume your girls are getting some kind of formal education yes? If so, perhaps having them signed up to self defence classes would be a worth while investment. I suggest this because I assume not everyone you free wishes to stay, some I'd assume want to make a life for themselves settle down, have a family.

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Kardek Alpha · Apr 20, 2022