Grand Opening Of The Hawk's Den (Open to All)

[Arekk]

NAR SHADDAA​

The Hawk's Den, The Promenade​

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The Hawk's Den is a medium sized high-class, two-storied establishment fronting onto a plaza of the extravagant Promenade in Nar Shaddaa. It's tastefully decorated, with ornate pillars and a number of expensive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The casino provides many games, such as Sabacc and Pazaak. A front desk attended by a steward is positioned to welcome guests, and the lobby's parted into two sections, one leading off toward Dimka's Sports Bar & Cantina while the other lead to the gambling tables and slot machines. The sports bar and cantina offered a wine list to patrons featuring a number of selections and large television sets for the clients leisure.

Above the lobby, the VIP area is filled with various machines and gaming tables that were accessible by turbolift. In order to attract potential customers, Aurebesh signage outside the club promised "free drinks". Other signs read "love" and "win". While the casino wasn't affiliated with a particular criminal syndicate, it did pay protection money to the Hutts of the Bareesh Kajidic.

The casino has already become the perfect place for clandestine meetings between underworld figures and off-worlders despite its recent opening and the reputation it has grown for the past few hours is majorly respectable and the attractions within makes anyone feel important, specially when you come out with your pockets full of credits.

Everyone likes to earn a generous amount of cash.

What about you?

 

[Tin'tinag]

Na Shadda, it had been a while since Tin'tinag had been here, and from the looks of things nothing had change, it was still the lawless scum hole with the most questionable businesses and complexes. Though the casino was something very new and was one of the few places the Twi'lek had not yet visited.

Donning her old smugglers outfit the wayward Jedi walked down the streets, getting comments jeers and hobo asking for credits, true she was reformed to some extent after joining the Jedi, but knew that saving everyone was not a practical option. The casino look flash from the outside, compared to the rest of Na Shadda, drawing a decent crowd from the outside, bouncers keeping the undesirables away. "I have a feeling this is going to be fun".

@Ar'ekk

 

[Scourge]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge watched the sentients that entered the casino with a weary eye. He had been hired by the Hutt leaders of Bareesh Kajidic and his first assignment under the Hutt’s was to make sure nobody started any trouble on their turf. That included the Hawk’s Den. So as people trickled in Scourge fingered his Katana longingly. Just waiting for someone to start a fight. While the sword begged for blood, Scourge would not go looking for trouble. He was getting paid to protect, not kill. So, he’d do his duty and nothing more, nothing less. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Clad in his red Beskar’gam Scourge’s HUD scanned the crowd, highlighting those with bounties on their heads. It was likely that these people would be the first to start trouble. Unfortunately there weren’t that many. Apparently the scum of the galaxy knew to avoid wherever Scourge tread. He was no law man, but had made a name for himself as a notorious bounty hunter. Some dubbed Scourge the “hangman” for he took none alive. He had taken assignments ranging from sabotage to assassinations and the missions in which he got to kill were always his favorites. Not that he ever needed an excuse to murder.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the Vong contemplated grabbing a drink the voice in his head began to worm it’s way into his thoughts again. It was a soft melodious voice. That of a mother about to sing her child a lullaby. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]I sense a presence in the force… [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]She began[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]What? [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Scourge asked. It irritated him how the voice spoke in riddles and metaphors. He wished for once it would just get to the point.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A Jedi is near, at least a being of the light. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]She explained[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]If you start yammering on about freedom again… [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Scourge growled. He couldn’t really do anything to the disembodied voice that was merged with his mind, but threatening her made him feel better. Thankfully she ended their. He hated the woman trapped in his head. He hated the Sith who had cursed him with her even more, but Scourge could figure no way to get rid of the spirit that haunted him. So, instead he settled for grabbing that drink. It was easier to cope when he was slightly buzzed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge made his way to the bar and took a seat at a stool. Reaching for the sawed off eight gauge scattergun on his left side and the Katana on the other Scourge placed both weapons on the counter. The bartender approached and looked to Scourge with a questioning gaze. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Tihaar,” He growled and the bartender swiftly brought Scourge his drink.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A small straw extended from his helmet's visor and dipped into the drink. As Scourge sipped the potent liquor from behind his helmet he was immediately gratified with a buzz. The Hawk’s Den truly did make the best drinks...[/SIZE]

[member="Tin'tinag"]
[member="Ar'ekk"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Slave had been in the club for a consecutive 80 hours, each a little bit more raunchy than the last. He’d tasted blood, drugs, and more bodily fluids than he cared to admit; but even now it wasn’t enough for him. Up until this point, he had yet to meet someone who truly inspired that iconic obsession a few darker circles around the galaxy seemed to know him for. Sure, nobody had died because of his gross misunderstanding of ethical restraints; but that didn’t make his situation any better.

In one of the corner booths, two Twi’lek females and two human males sat with him. Each found their head placed somewhere on him, obviously passing out from the comedown of a drug binge, and The Slave himself was draped in an exotic fur coat he probably stole. His eyes had signs of being awake for days, something that seemed all too common for the oddity of a man.

Still, despite the tired expression he couldn’t help but hold, alert eyes watched the crowds for anyone who might draw out that accursed personality of his. Someone to make it all worth it.

Lets hope it was soon, lest he get bored.

│ @Scourge │ [member="Tin'tinag"] │ @Ar'ekk │

 

[Harvi Kwen]

@Ar'ekk [member="The Slave"] [member="Scourge"] [member="Tin'tinag"]

Harvi Kwen walked into the Hawk's Den just as he always did, like he owned the place. Dressed in his red smugglers vest, red pants, white shirt, black boots, and black belt, he sauntered up to the door, giving nothing but a non-chalant hand to the bouncer.

"I'm on the list, boyo," he declared, striding right past. Perhaps shocked by his rashness, or unnerved by the madness that danced behind the man's sapphire eyes and the insane grin on his face, the bouncer let him through without complaint. Harvi covered the distance from the door to the bar like it was a runway, drawing numerous strange looks from the assembled patrons. And why shouldn't he? Besides his clothing he also had twin DT-29 heavy blasters strapped to his hips, and hair dyed bright shades of red and blue. Reaching the bar he took a stool next to an armored and scary looking man.

"Whatever's the strongest and tastes of fruit," he smiled at the bartender. As the man went to get his drink, Harvi looked over at the man to his left. Ooo, he looked scary all right. Harvi grinned.

"Some darn fine shinies ya got there, bro," he said, receiving his drink and draining the contents in a single go.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

After she left [member="Vereshin"] on bastion, she went to nar shaddaa for some fun, she looked for a club to go and drink in. She was fed up and just wanted fun, she did not care who with or what with, as long as they where fun. She felt jilted, despite the fact she nothin common with him. So she came here, for fun and to forget the puppy. As she walked the prominars was sparkling with lights, she was like moth attracted to the flame, she decide to go in hawk den, sure it was gambling and dancing, but might happen later. As she passed security on way, in she caught them looking at her, atleast some liked her. She head past slot machines to place called Bareeks lounge, she found a spot on really comfortable couch, and decide sit down. A young waitress came over to her, and asked What would you like to drink, she smiled and said Cider please, she was not going to pretend she was someone else, she going to be herself. She sat down waited for drink to arrive, she not going to have any airs or graces, she was just going to have fun.

 

[Okh-Verg]

So this was the half-face's new place, fancy.

It had been several weeks after first meeting Ar'ekk and using him to get work within the Bareesh Kajidic as an arms dealer. A simple job, really, and one that was a secure job seeing as everyone and their mother would need a blaster at some point, keeping stock of blades and other more exotic items also drew in the customers with taste rather than necessity. Still, after his healthy donation to the Hutt known as Gorba and now under his employ, the half-face had told the hybrid that he would have everything he wanted at the The Hawk's Den; drinks, women, gambling, drugs... In a manner of speaking, it was a form of revenge on his parents, having ran from them years ago, the fact that their son was now living a life a hundred times better than them, he simply couldn't wait to rub it in. If they were still alive, of course, he didn't exactly call or visit.

The Trandoshan-Fosh hybrid walked into the casino, wearing his usual makeshift outfit of various types of armor clobbered together to make both his usual casual, combat and formal attire in one as well as a pair of engineering goggles over his typically pale eyes, although the eyepieces were tinted to obviously protect the eyes when welding or whatever could possibly harm the eyes; though Okh-Verg wasn't an engineer by any means, unless it came to weapons maintenance. He was probably just wearing them because he liked the style. He had garnered a few nods from some of the security on duty at his arrival; he had armed them with their weapons, after all, he knew exactly every weapon each security guard was carrying; mostly blaster pistols but there were a few rifles and such things. He'd make his way to the bar and snapped his fingers; "Rishi rum, tender." and his request was met rather quickly. The hybrid didn't stay at the bar though, taking his drink as he began to walk around the halls, taking in the events of the grand opening, taking occasional gulps of drink. Carrying his force presence wherever he went, unknowingly.

That was until he stopped, having spotted the curious scene of a man surrounded by drugged out men and women, wearing some form of exotic coat and looking like he hadn't sleep in about half a week. The hybrid's curiosity was perked as he walked over, drink still in his hand as he'd ask;

"You and friends look like you've had a good time. Nice coat."

In reality, he couldn't tell the value of said coat, it did look exotic, though, it was probably expensive.

Okh-Verg wasn't know for being the best conversation starter.

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Tin'tinag]

While looking around the bar she kept tabs on those that may cause trouble, or be an inconvenience to her in the long run, she still didn't know if the bounty on her head was still active, or it the followers of Ren were still trying to catch her, its not like they had much to do these days.

One particular person caught her eye [member="Scourge"], she had heard some stories about the man, but his reputation was shrouded in some way, regardless he was a mercenary, which meant Tin'tinag would have to say clear of him. Despite this something kept nagging her in the back, like there was a voice of some sort calling out for... help? 'must be my imagination, or is it?

She would have to keep close attention to him but her worries were drawn to a dark presence that entered the establishment thankfully it was not that of a Ren, but it was sill a darksider of some sort. Tin could not see the person in question, hopefully she would never have to, but was prepared for a fight either way.

Coming to the bar she passed a somewhat dirty Trandoshian, he looked more suitable for a someone hanging out at a bar instead of a casino, but hey, at lest it was something familiar. Soon though they hybrid left the bar, tin now alone to enjoy the evening without any interruptions, "Give me something strong, gonna have a good night so thinking straight won't be necessary".

[member="Okh-Verg"] l [member="Harley"] l [member="The Slave"] l [member="Scourge"] l @Ar'ekk

 

[Scourge]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge was scanning the bar while idly sipping his drink when he saw a curious sight. A bounty, and apparent Jedi. Wanted in First Order space. Well everyone had a story to tell… Scourge merely shrugged at the observance and continued to sip his drink. As he finished the drink another approached. A man with a wild look in his eye. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Probably a spice fiend.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Scourge thought to himself as the man with the dyed hair took a seat next to him. Scourge growled something that could’ve been a curse or a simple acknowledgement whatever it was it seemed Scourge wasn’t interested in the Smuggler. Still the man spoke to the mercenary despite his apparent [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]lack[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] of interest. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]"Some darn fine shinies ya got there, bro," [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Scourge smiled beneath his helmet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Shinies? Weapons of the clan Blood which mere names have caused men to soil themselves and he calls them shinies? [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Scourge thought in annoyance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He hefted his sawed off eight gauge, which he had aptly named Bit’s and Pieces, into the air. He gave it a loving caress, his eyes never leaving the barrel of the gun. His head turned slowly to regard the new comer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You like my gun?” He asked more than a tinge of insanity seeping into his voice. “How’s about a wager then… You beat me in a fist fight and you can keep it… Bro,” Scourge said as he placed the gun on the bar. His hands reached upward for the red Beskar helmet, it came loose with a [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Snap-Hiss, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]revealing a pale orcish face covered in puckered scars of all shapes and sizes. He was a trained warrior and murderer, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun and to Scourge intimidating others [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]was [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]fun. “Barkeep, this young lad and I are going to put on a show. Prepare the ring please and have the bookies record all bets,”[/SIZE]

[member="Harvi Kwen"]

 

[MacTavish]

“Pour me another shot.” MacTavish growled. He sounded like a cowboy who smoked too much, but it carried like a charging Gammorean. If his voice wasn’t rough enough his appearance would be. He was covered in scars ranging in size, his skin was tough and weathered from working his whole life, and he had teeth that had seen too many whiskey shots.

Two of the paid women surrounding him in the private booth he had obtained moved over and stood. MacTavish sat there with his burly arms expanded across the back of the booth seats, soaking in his achievements. Within the last month alone he had secured and executed two contracts, quite literally. Business as a ‘negotiator’ had gone through the roof since war started back in the galaxy. MacTavish had found a lucrative pastime in killing people other people were too shy to kill.

“Pour one for yourselves too, ladies.” It was like those were the magic words they were waiting to hear, the shot girls perked up immediately. If you were going to get paid to hang out with a battered mercenary you might as well get drunk doing it, right? The girls chose the finest bottle from the shelves lining the walls behind them, most of them still sealed. Mac was pretty sure they were off limits but what were they going to do to stop a six foot two man on a bunch of spice who had a prepaid VIP booth?

“Speaking of…”

MacTavish closed one nostril and bent over the table before him, doing another line of spice. His head shot back up and he took a deep breath through his nose. A metallic taste slid down the back of his throat, causing him to cough a little. “Tell your guy this is crap.” MacTavish moved the two women back out of the seat so he could leave. He grabbed the rest of the bottle that was opened with one hand and swigged it. He used his other hand to gum a little of the spice left on the table. Afterwards he walked away from the young women toward the vast monument to vanity and greed that lay before him.

“This looks like the kind of place I have to go outside to smoke.” Grabbing a deathstick from his pocket, MacTavish made his way toward the nearest staircase. Maybe he’d catch a bartender on the way down. If not he had his secret flask filled with Corellian Whiskey in his boot.

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Harvi Kwen]

[member="Scourge"]
As soon as the man gave his offer, Harvi's mind started racing. From a logical standpoint, this would be nuts. The man was bigger, most likely stronger, and was wearing armor. Unfortunately, Harvi had this little thing called "Unnatural Adrenaline Desire" syndrome. He lived for the risk.

"Ooo, a feisty one!" he laughed, spinning once on his bar stool, "This should be fun!" Harvi hopped off his stool, leaving behind a credit chip. The man took his helmet off, and Harvi recoiled in mock shock.

"My my," he said crazy grin returning, "That's a nice face you got."