Gomorrah Casino - The Heart Of The Party

[Cloudburner]

Information and Description of The Casino

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Location: Cloud City
Price to get in: 2,000 Credits.
All weapons will be confiscated on entry and will be given back when you leave.
Background tracks:

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https://youtu.be/rY0WxgSXdEE ,
https://youtu.be/HgzGwKwLmgM ,
https://youtu.be/0CFuCYNx-1g ,
https://youtu.be/I_izvAbhExY .

Welcome to Gomorrah Casino! Here you will find a part dedicated to the ladies, a part dedicated to drinking and partying and of course, the casino takes up half the building.

Vahn cleaned his Mandalorian armor. He was going to Gomorrah! For a Mercenary/Bounty Hunter, he was living the high life! He walked to the door.

"2,000 credits or no entry."

"Sure. Shut up and take my money."

Vahn was excited. Nothing could get in his way.....

Nothing at all....

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

"Im here for hiring some good pilot" "Then you should stop looking. A small auction is happening in a few hours. You can stay here and bet while you wait" "Alright" Acaleus sighed and stood up. He didnt know anything about casino games. But he had plenty of credits.

The casino was full, as Acaleus stopped in the bar and bought a coke. He didnt wanted to get drunk...for now

[member='Vahn Fett'],

 

[Cloudburner]

[member="Acaleus Thorn"]

"Assassin, I'm guessing? I can tell by that hood and how you don't want to get drunk. Listen here, kid. If you even try and assassinate somebody in here it won't work. They took your weapons off of you and this place has heap loads of professionally trained security. Even I do not want to cause trouble here and I'm a Mandalorian Gun For Hire. Just making sure you don't try anything stupid."

Vahn bought a couple of Martinis. He was living the high life. A lady approached him.

"Want to go backstage, Vahn?"

"Heh. You know my name? I'm not a regular here but hey, a dance is a dance."

Vahn turned his head while walking to the backstage. He nodded at the Assassin.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Vahn Fett"]

From across the room Jack had heard the hooded fellow. Hiring a pilot eh? Dak was lost somewhere in the place. No doubt knocking boots with some local or another. But Jack was firmly planted at a Sabaac table, mercilessly running it for the credits. A little bit of precognition mixed with shrewd strategy and a kickass side deck was winning the day.

The pot was up to thirty thousand credits. He had his whole stack still, and decided it was double or nothing, then take that other fellow up on his job.

"I'm raising, fifty thousand."

"It'll be eighty thousand to stay in, pot will be at one hundred and sixty thousand then."

He wasn't worried about losing. The guards were good, but they were a tad bit stupid. He'd used a mindtrick to avoid a search. His main weapons were over with the guards, but he had one holdout knife in his waistband, just in case.

"You won't win this time spacer scum."

"Sure will bub."

They began to draw. The man was almost busted, knocking a clean twenty five. He played his last card minus six and went down to nineteen. Jack shot him a smug smirk, drawing from the pile and getting a ten. Then he slid his plus ten from his hand to the table and flipped it.

"The spacer wins, perfect twenty!"

Rage exploded from the man as he stood, and tried to flip the table. Two chairs went flying and Jack remained in place as security rushed to the table to restrain him.

"You cheated! He must have cards up his sleeve! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

In response he shot another wry smile at the dealer and rolled up both sleeves.

"See nothing there bub. Enjoy getting kicked out. I'll cash my chips in for a single credit chip please."

"As you wish Mr.Raxis."

The dealer scooped his chips, moving a platinum chip worth One hundred and Sixty thousand. Jack scooped it, palming the chip and moved away from the table. He was a quick spotter, and picked out the guy wanting a pilot quickly. With a stony complexion he moved in from the side and extended his hand.

"Hey bub, heard you need a pilot? Jack Raxis, Captain of the Kessels Pride. What's the occasion?"

 

[TI-1027]

TI-1027 exited out of one of the many taxis that were near the Nightclub, Dropping off patrons so they may get drunk or dance which ever they enjoyed the most. He proceeded to dust off his leather jacket which was decorated with Imperial patches on the back and the front giving him many disgust looks as he made his way into the Nightclub before being stopped by one of the many guards. "2,000 Credits or no entry." TI looked at the guard scowling at him for a moment before reaching into his pocket and grabbing a handful of credits and slamming them onto the counter.

After a few seconds of counting his credits the guard reluctantly lets him into the club. Once in TI was greeted by loud music people yelling and women dancing it rattled his ears as he was used to the quiet Imperial bases but he toughened up and pressed on taking a seat at the nearby bar sitting down at the counter.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Acaleus raised and eyebrow after taking off his hood "Sorry but my clothes were washing. Also, i dont need any weapons so..." he scratch his back neck and walked but someone stop him and raised his hand "Oh names Acaleus Thron. Yeah well...i need someone who can fly my ship 24/7...with a payment of course" he shake his hand "I know you are not looking for something like that" smiled "My ship is a little too complicated for me so i´ll be assisting a small auction that will take place. Wanna see if i can buy a slave that knows how to fly"@[member='Jack Raxis'],@[member='Vahn Fett'],

 

[RC 212]

[member="Acaleus Thorn"]

He raised an eyebrow now, staring straight at the man. Fly a ship twenty four seven wasn't exactly Jacks style. Fly a ship though, he could easily do. While he wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of being turned down for a job he scribbled a small number down on a nearby napkin and handed it off to the man.

"Here then. If you ever need anything moved under the radar, a dog-fighter or just a pilot for a job, give me a ring. this goes to my personal comm so don't lose it."

That was a bummer, he thought, moving off to the other side of the casino near the bar. Dak hadn't reported in for some time now. Taking a seat he unclipped his commlink and shot Dak a quick message.

"Hey there, y'need something?"

"Classic Whiskey, old style if you will."

Jack slid his credit chip across the table and set both hands on the bar, waiting to see who he could talk to. Had to be plenty of business contacts about...

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

"Aww come on. Dont be like that, i could use your abilities for another thing" he used the force to return the credits he throw to the bartender and put his own "Its on me, dont worry. Another whisky for me" The bartender put two glasses and Acaleus grabbed one, drinking all in once. He felt that for a moment he could spit fire.

"Look i have a small job. This auction will erase a lot of money from my wallet and i dont want that. I heard from my faction that a pirate ship is going to travel to Nar Shadda tomorrow. It has attacked some of the Techno Union bases and taken a lot of prisoners and goods. As a payment you can take whatever good you ask from the loot. Do you wanna take the job? Its going to be fun at some point i guess..." He waited for his answer. He would need him for this. If he had his own ship and knew how to fly it, there will be no problem taking out the pirates

[member='Jack Raxis'],

 

[Cloudburner]

Vahn walked out of the backstage area. He walked towards the bar area. Once at the bar he turned his head and stared at [member="Jack Raxis"] .

" Hey bud, you look like somebody I used to know. Somebody....

Familiar."

At that moment he realised that he was the son of a Mandalorian. He just couldn't remember who. Somebody...

Dead.

"Are you related to a Mandalorian by any chance?"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Vahn Fett"]

Acaleus threw a convincing story. Jack paused for a moment before considering the options. His prototype was still in development. He had the Kessels Pride, but he figured either way was a win win. Cracking a broad smile he winked at the hooded man, reaching out a hand in a joyful manner.

"Well friend you got yourself a Deal. I got two vessels, though which one I'll take depends on circumstances."

When Vahn interrupted his thoughts he spun and cracked another grin. Those wild eyes, the trademark of the Raxis spawn bored into the man's visor and he tilted his head giving a sinister look to the Fett.

"You might have known my mother for a brief time. Vassara Raxis?"

 

[Cloudburner]

"Yes. That's her. She was an honourable lady. Unfortunately she met a grisly end before I fully got to know her. Anyway let me order you a drink."

Vahn instantly formed a sense of respect for the young smuggler once realising his mother was a Mandalorian.

"You ever, ever need help from me, feel free to ask. I am forever, in your service, young Raxis. You might be a smuggler, but I know your mother lives on in you. Don't let her down."

Vahn was happy for the kid. He had always been loyal, but selfish, and now he feels happy for somebody else.

[member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vahn Fett"]

Jack was over joyed to learn a fellow Mando had known her. Not sure what to do with his several thousand credits he tossed the chip upon the bar and clapped the Fett on the back.

"Drinks on me bub. Two whiskeys and two Corellian ales!"

Jack turned to the Fett, ravenous for comraderie and a twinkle flashed in his eye, the same fire that had once flashed behind his mothers eye.

"What did you know about her?"

 

[Cloudburner]

Vahn used a less cheerful tone.

"I knew she was a great warrior. I only fought with her in one battle. I was late to the battle. Nobody could survive when put in her boots. Nobody. But she did. I don't know how. Any Mandalorian would have given up, but she didn't. Her fire was brighter than any of ours. She didn't deserve death, and even though her body is lifeless, she lives on through you. Your Mother's smile, is now yours."

Vahn's loyalty was strange. He had killed his Father, who raised him, in cold blood without shedding a tear, but when a friendly face dies he lets out all of his emotions.

"Make your Mother proud, kid. She is now one with the Force, and will be pointing you in the right direction every step of the way. People like her, make me proud to be a Mandalorian."

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vahn Fett"]

"I appreciate it bub. What's your name by the way?"

Jack slammed back a swig ow whiskey. All this talk about his fallen mother mad him thirsty and he felt the urge to fight coming on. His fingers were itching to draw the small knife from his frame. The one he had snuck in, and simply begin slicing throats. After all these folks were all weaklings easily robbed of their credits. Not that he needed them.

And he could see darkness cross the Mado's face which stirred something dark within him.

"Look at all these scabs. All weaker'n hell. Why shouldn't we be kings among men! We the Mando's, rightful rulers of the galaxy!"

Jack was getting rowdy now. A glass was a s good a weapon as a knife and he slammed the glass, breaking it on the bar. He jumped up determined and angry. Stirred by a fire unknown, a fire that burned within.

"Come and face me ye worthless dogs! I'll even take bets!"

 

[Cloudburner]

"My name is Vahn Fett. I was part of the Sunburner family, but I changed it when I joined the Mandalorians."

It was then that Vahn sat at the bar, oblivious to what the young Raxis was doing. He was in deep deep thought. He remembered how hard the battle was and how it changed him into being a better person. He then stood up and put his hand on the the young warrior's shoulder.

"This is not the time for this. Security are all around, if they see you threatening the people, they will not let us escape alive."

A member of security reached for his blaster and shot a bolt directly towards the young Raxis. Vahn quickly kicked a Planetary poker table to defend himself and the young Raxis.

"I have 2 concealed blasters. Take one and do what your Mother wanted you to do. Fight."

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

"So they got drunk very fast..." the guards were position themself around them. All with blaster and ready to fire at the two mandalorians. He force form two invisible needles in his wrist. Enough for stabbing without knowing who were the murderer. After his training with the Obsidian Order, he was more stronger than he ever was.

Acaleus move between the two mandalorians and created force shields for cover "This are not resistance enough. So you better start shooting" said breathing hard for the effort required for doing that "I gotta get my weapons so hurry up!"

[member='Vahn Fett'], [member='Jack Raxis'],

 

[Cloudburner]

"Thanks assassin. Stay here with the kid. I'll clear the way."

Vahn walked out. Everything just stopped and progressed in slow motion. It was a strange ability, but it looks like one he acquired due to the combination of emotional despair and the willpower to move on. Vahn shot all the guards and then ran to the elevator.

"Get into this elevator if you want to survive! There's going to be more coming and I doubt we can hold out any longer than we have to!"

Another unit of guards rushed to the scene.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vahn Fett"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"]

Elevator might have been a good idea except for the fact that Jack was rip roaring drunk and ready to brawl. Instead of taking their offer he rushed the nearest two guards. with one hand he swooped up a chair as his feet pounded the floor and swung it high over his head. It came down with a crash, crushing the man straight into the deck. Jack fell to one knee,pinning him to the ground by the chest.

"You're alla bunch O' thieves anyways, taking people money and such! Hey folks, wanna get rich, grab a bottle, join in!"

Yes he was gonna get hell from this later. Maybe lose his commission with a few folks, but he was drunk and he could always use more credits, even if they were ransacked from a Casino.

A blaster bolts skimmed by his right shoulder as the patrons of the bar began to rise up and realize that with the crush of bodies they had, they could indeed crush the small Casino and loot her.

"Bad move bub! Your buddy gets it!"

SLASH

The jagged glass slammed into the pinned guards throat and he struggled and wiggled clutching it as blood pumped steadily from his severed arteries. The decorative carpet became stained red and Jack for some odd reason felt an elation from it. A dark void in his soul compelled him. He wanted more, more of all of it.

"Ayahhhh!"

The knife came out and he stepped forwards, leaning back to dodge a stun baton then snapping forwards and again thrusting straight for a guard throat. He fell backwards dead as the young mad Mando ripped it free and delivered a savage kick.

"Casino's are crooks, bankers are crooks. Rise up, take the lot of them and lets give this money to the poor and down trodden. Liberate the credits from the sick twisted hands of-"

A blaster bolt caught him this time, burning the skin on his shoulder and blistering it. Jack blinked once and then twice and suddenly without him realizing it a table began to rise and spin, becoming like a disk spinning faster and faster. As the red haze descended over his eyes his mind subconsciously flung the table and he watched in amazement as the telekinetic table flew across the room, putting down five guards with a devastating blunt force blow...

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

"If we are still alive by tomorrow at morning, i will scream you at you ears you freaking drunk man" he used his force needles to slash the throat of a guard and took his blaster. He didnt let the body fall to the floor, grabbing him by the chest. I resist six bolts...the smell of burned human flesh was going to make him vomit.

"Motherfuc..." he threw the body to the front and raised the blaster, pointing to the guards while jumping to the side. The bolts of the guards missed him but he didnt, taking down one "I gotta get my weapons! Get out of that elevator or run away. We are deep in this, so there is no running" he crawl to a table, using it as cover. It was going to be difficult, but he needed to get to the administration office. He had an affection for his beloved wrist lightsaber.

[member="Vahn Fett"]s [member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

She had never been inside a casino this was her opportunity to look around and be curious. she smiled as she walked passed security she made sure to dress the part and that she had some credits to spend.

She booked the restaurant first the maitre'd scanned the reservations and saw her name, Serena Bouie he escorted her to a table by the windows with a view of the stars glistening outside. She loved the stars her wanderlust had seem to go dormant after the encounter with the Cortana Blade. She glanced down at the menu she read down the list of items, not recognizing all of them.

She decided and closed her menu as if on cue the waiter appeared ready to take her order. She rattled off a dish she recognized as shellfish, and then ordered a white wine that had been bottled and chilled. The waiter disappeared as quickly has he had appeared.

She then looked at the stars, and thought of her friends, [member="Coren Starchaser"] , [member="Connor Harrison"] even though he was always out of touch and where was [member="Venris Helion"] . She thought of [member="Sitara Qin"] and the adventure they had, and Seydon the monster hunter and [member="Kei Amadis"] . When had her life changed so much.

The wine arrived and she nodded her thanks turning back to the window and the endless streams of stars.