Seasonal Fun at the Red Ronin [TSC & Friends]

[Emissary of Strife]

NAR SHADDAA
RED RONIN CLUB [X]

No one was really sure who organized it or why, but members of the Sith Covenant ended up at the Red Ronin Club on Nar Shaddaa. Officially, it was owned by an alias of Kaila Starfall, more infamously known among the Sith as Anathemous. Now? Lysander von Ascania ran the place on her behalf.

There was a fully staffed bar, a dance floor, and even an arena, all located on the first floor alone. It was crowded, too, with a party that never stopped. The windowless space, dark lights, hypnotic sound... little was the difference between an hour and a day at the Red Ronin, where time always seemed to slip away. Then, there was the roar of bloodthirsty applause from the arena, where spectators packed themselves in to watch fighters take on everything from alien beasts to each other.

Above, on the second floor, was the VIP section - reserved that night for "serious conversation" between Covenant higher-ups, if you believed the hearsay. There was also a third floor, but that was entirely off-limits, unlike the roof above, where one might abscond for a bit of privacy.

It wasn't exactly the most authentic Life Day celebration, but hell, it was a party.

Objective One - Party: You don't have to square off, threaten to kill each other, or anything like that at all. Like seriously! Just be normal. Have a drink and dance. Please just be normal and party!

Objective Two - Animal Control: A droidbreaker was let loose in the arena and killed the poor fighter pegged to bring it down, and now the handlers can't subdue it. The thing eats metal - it's eating its way out of the arena! It'll eat the city too if it gets out there. Someone needs to stop it!

Objective Three - Listen: In the VIP Room, Mercy and her inner circle discuss their plans for the Core. Or at least that's the rumor. Maybe someone could sneak up there and find out what the hell this talk is all about.

Spoiler: OOC

This is a low-stakes social thread. Feel free to throw in on any objective, or move between them, bring your own if you want! There's no post order or nothing.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Objective One: Party
Naniti Varin Mortifer Acier Moonbound Naamino Zuukamano Vestra Tane Arris Windrun Seren Gwyn Kirie Neriah Calven Ghruna Jorryn Fordyce Suzaku Mercy Hasuras Na-Gerra Calyx Sundrift Imperius Indomitus

The Covenant’s academy on Smuggler’s Moon wasn’t the only thing demanding his attention lately. There was other oversight required, this nightclub among it. From experience, obligation rarely had a way of announcing itself with warning.. and this had arrived much the same way. Unexpected and full of potential. Growth always was, he’d learned that early, learned it the hard way too, and wouldn't shy away from it simply because it was inconvenient.

The air was mingled with scents of alcohol, cheap vices, perfume, and warmed by far too many bodies in close proximity. Neon red bled over everything around him. It wasn’t often you’d see the blonde dressed like this; matte black slacks, polished boots, and a coat cut close to his lithe frame. Beneath it was a high collared shirt, fastened at the neck.

A swarm of acolytes, apprentices, and even Sith Lords crowded the space around him.. some known, others less so. It was rare to see so many of them gathered outside the academy, not plotting the downfall of their next target.

Well, at least not here at the bar.

With a good portion of the Covenant packed into the Red Ronin.. the reality was simple enough. Tonight, this was undoubtedly the safest spot on Nar Shaddaa. Violence would think twice before introducing itself here.

With a nod to the bartender, Lysander ordered another round, making sure the generous pour reached everyone sitting close by. Sharing drinks like this always had a special way of bringing people together. The stubby glasses slid across the bar, vibrating with the room's pulse.

Lysander brought his glass up; just enough to be noticed. A toast. “To everyone who’s carried their weight.” A roguish curve graced his mouth before fading. “And to the ops. They won’t be a problem again.”

Then he drank, the liquid burning as it slid down.