Here Come the Honey Boos of the Confederacy

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade was going to kill Daisy. She was going to murder her. She was going to stuff that girl up with all the Glitter Bullets that had ever existed. This was... This was... WRONG!

She was standing there, outside of Daisy's ship, with something that dared call itself a dress. It was so tight that there hadn't been any place to hide her knives in, which had ended up with the girl instead strapping them down along her legs and arms. Of her two lightsabers, Fire and Smoke, she chose Fire, and somehow managed to hide the hilt between her breasts in a way that didn't make it look overly obvious. Her gun was attached to a belt she insisted on adding to her waist, and she added her waterskin to that belt, obviously filling it with enough liquor in advance. And of course, she was still wearing her combat boots.

In short, she looked like something that someone had tried to turn into a woman, and had failed miserably.

In other words, she had listened to Daisy when Daisy said they were going out to a party and she was supposed to dress in her usual nondescript jeans and shirt. The only redeeming part about it was that they had chosen to attend a club that was somewhere on Nar Shaddaa, so she didn't have to come without any weapons. That would've been even wronger.

Scherezade took a swig from her bottle and openly glared at anyone who was stupid enough to be a bypasser as she waited for Daisy to come out.

"Daisy Jane Americus," the Sithling growled beneath her breath, "I am positively going to kill you!"


[member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Dianah Vrorae"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

Dianah stepped gracefully off the ships ramp. It had been ages since she'd let her hair down for a wild night of fun. She had chosen to don her original form, anyone could see who she looked like. It was getting close to a week now and training at the academy had kept her in her chosen form for the better part of it. It was refreshing to let go. Her hair had been put up into a large mass of curls on the top of her head and she had chosen to wear a red leather two piece with matching heeled shoes. She was as comfortable as a cat in a basket and had the confidence to rival a rancor.

If Metus were there he would have had a fit. But he wasn't and neither was anyone else of significant importance. They were free to get as crazy as they liked.

She had been put into contact with a couple of the other women that had aligned themselves with the Confederacy. That alone spoke a number of good things about them. But other than that there was zero to go off. Despite the little knowledge she had of them she was sure they would get along famously. She took to pacing around the other ships that had landed in that particular spot, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone that would spark some recognition in her mind.

As luck would have it there was a rather attractive looking woman standing next to a ship not too far from Dianah's own. Upon walking forward and getting a closer look it definitely seemed like she was someone that would belong to the Confederacy. The belt and attached gun along with the combat boots attested to the fact in an obvious way. She stopped a few feet away and lifted a hand to wiggle the tips of her fingers toward the general direction of the woman. She looked to be no older then Dianah but she couldn't be sure.

'Hello!' She said this in a sing-song voice. It was filled with excitement and anticipation. 'Are you who I'm looking for?'

[member=Scherezade deWinter] [member=Daisy Americus]

 

[La'Ca Cavataio]

There many reasons La’Ca was at one place or another. It could be what the shards showed her when looking into the past that had random objects talking to her about the future. Another reason, her Goddess sent her out to scout, gather info, or another task that would let her have fun. This adventure was more on the spy and info gathering on a person. Petra had deals out there with people and liked updates on their status. If the target was ripe for the picking, then Petra would act on the deal then.

La’Ca skipped around in her dress. It was so much fun for her. The dress was so big and great to be in. She spun around on her bare toes while giggling. Then returned to skipping, La’s sense of time was a bit off. Always looking around in her shards for events that tied her to them, she sometimes got to a place a little too early. The worse for her had been a month before she was supposed to be there. It did not ruin the flow of time, but she ended up in jail cover in some large creature’s snot. Lucky for her, she was just an hour early.

Wandering around to pass time, now was the time to get to the hanger. Of course, looks were given. La’Ca’s dress was the opposite of how many women dressed on Nar Shaddaa. Sexy, tight dresses were fashionable, but the crazy witch that used to talk to objects like they talked back always did her own thing. Arriving in the right hanger, the question was heard. One those that let another pop in and give answer that does not help the person that asked it.

Giggles and over board on happiness, La’Ca popped off her answer to Dianah’s question to Scherezade. “Aren’t we all looking for someone or some people?” Spinning yet again on her bare toes, then La curtsies to them. She did answer the question for everyone because she was sweet like that and so did not cheat with seeing into the future or was it seeing into the past to see into the future. “They are who we all seek through time to make this moment come true.”

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Dianah Vrorae"]

 

[Dano Dil]

Dil had a hell of a week. Between betting on illegal fighting matches and being chased by the cops, Dil had realized how much fun Nar Shaddaa was. He was making his way to the spaceport nearby to meet with a sales representative and the new ship he had ordered after his winning bets. Strolling into the spaceport, he shouldered his way into the crowd, eager to get his new freighter. As he approached the main landing bay he couldn't help overhear the strangest thing. Next to a ship, there was a group of women. Most of them looked inconspicuous, yet there was one who wore a large, frilled dress, which was certainly the opposite of normal for this area, especially since it was so warm out. The woman was talking about time and fate, or something. Dil grew up being taught that the force and mysticism was just a bunch of nonsense, but after what he had seen the last few days, he was interested in what might happen next. Dil walked and sat on a bench not to far from the strange lady in the long dress. Closer observation made Dil see that one of the women had a number of knives and a gun. He knew that Nar Shaddaa had plenty of shady people, but with a get up like that at a civilian spaceport, something was going down.

He didn't really care too much about making the sales rep wait, he was probably a schmuck anyway.

@La'Ca Cavataio [member="Dianah Vrorae"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Daisy Americus"]

 

[Daisy Americus]

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Location: Nar Shaddaa [Club Helios]​

Wearing: X​

Tags: [member="Dano Dil"] | [member="La'Ca Cavataio"] | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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Sometimes, Daisy loved life. The righteous fury that rolled off of Scherezade was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen outside of a good Haserian sunset. Her rather alcoholic friend looked a vision in the tight ruched black number and the golden-haired Americus beamed. Her joy intensified equally with the brunette’s anger. If only she could have convinced her to leave some of the weapons behind. They were supposed to have a night out, well-deserved by her estimation, and she didn’t really intend on needing to shoot someone in the knee.

That was messy as all get out and the white of her off the shoulder ensemble really wouldn’t be enhanced by bloody bits and pieces of bone. That being said—Daisy still had some weapons hidden. It was Nar Shaddaa, after all, and she hadn’t been born yesterday. She walked down the ramp with a particularly feisty sway of curving hips. The nude of her high heels contrasted sharply with the color of her gunship and it would be hard for anyone to believe that she handled anything more dangerous than a butter knife. “Stop glarin’ me those daggers right now little lady—You look beautiful.”

“Ah’ll have you know that if ah had a taste for women-folk we’d be havin’ a very different conversation right now.”

The Cheshire smile that she tossed over her shoulder at her brunette friend spoke volumes. There was nothing in it that didn’t scream confidence and sass that was thicker than molasses. Her hair was left down, deliberately a little messy, and the sound of the music blaring from within the venue made her grin all the more. This was exactly what they needed. “Besides, ah let you keep your combat boots. That means that ah love you and youuu love me.”

Daisy turned toward a young woman that had reached out through a few private channels. As it turned out, no Confederate was created the same, and not all of them got their rocks off by designing droids day in and day out. Fancy that. Catching sight of @Dianah V’Dreya she let out a shrill cat-call whistle that caused a few other patrons to look in their direction. Another new friend, @La’Ca Cavataio, chimed in wearing something that the Mandalorian likened to a cupcake. So they had sweet and sexy. Good. “Aren’t you pair just a sight for sore eyes? This is Scherezade and ah’m Daisy. A pleasure to meet you both.”

She paused, before shimmying a little to adjust her skirt. “Soooo... What do you say we get our drink on?”

Honestly, Daisy didn’t even wait, too excited, and headed toward Helios. On the way through she passed a Duros male [[member="Dano Dil"]] that seemed to be listening to their conversation and she passed him a wink. “Don’ work too hard stranger. It’s buy one get one shots at the Helios till midnight!”

Oh, fun. How Daisy had missed fun.

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[Lirka Ka]

Late, or perfectly on time in her own mind, Lirka arrived to the whole gathering of CIS aligned women. Bemusing beforehand if she truly even wanted to, she didn't know much of any of them. Which could be translated as: didn't know them at all, and had an understandable hesitance. But Lirka had grown bored of fighting among the trash and scum of the Underworld, and realizing more and more she couldn't sit around as a loner for the next 400 years, and so. She was here.

Completely, totally, and utterly standing out from the skirts and dresses. Lirka walked with the thump of heavy armored boots, she wore her full battle armor to this little get-together. Not surprising to anyone who knew her. Lirka's outfits can be summarized quite easily: battle armor, undersuit, some mixture of the two or neither. She didn't do other things, one: simply because she had too many enemies to not wear armor, and secondly: rest just seemed too ugly for her. Spoiled little ex-princess she was, she preferred the fine craft of an artsy Thustra piece of clothing, something her armor held.

Popping off her helmet as she approached the group, she kept her weapon. Her two meter Klaive quite visible, paranoid as ever it seemed. But more than anything it was because she didn't trust Nar Shadda, she looked more like some sort of bodyguard for the group than anything. Amusing enough, her accented voice indefinitely was trying it's best to not keep the seemingly natural unpleasant tone it took.

"I do hope you don't mind me biting on."

Trying to be as cordial as possible, how precious. About as precious as a former pit-fighter could be. Her two icy blue eyes looked off to the Duro, sizing him up to see if he was a potential threat. Trust no one.

[member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Dano Dil"] @La'Ca Cavataio [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Location: Nar Shaddaa [Club Helios]​

Tags: [member="Dano Dil"] | @La'Ca Cavataio | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Lirka Ka"]​

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Scherezade was still waiting for Daisy (to be frank, she'd decided she was waiting for Daisy since before she had even started getting ready herself) when [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] approached her. The Sithling took a step back at the suddenness of it, and then the speaking to her. Sure, she looked friendly enough and had a nice voice, but Scherezade had more than enough experience with the people of the Confederacy to know it didn't mean the niceness would stay. And that, of course, went on top of the fact that her people skills amounted to a big fat zero.

Another woman ([member="La'Ca Cavataio"]) joined them, murmuring something about all them looking for people, joined by a ([member="Dano Dil'])... She didn't know what his species was, so she marked him in her head as 'bald blue guy'.

Scherezade took another step back. She wanted Daisy to be there already. Daisy knew what to do when people started gathering up without the intent of comitting a joined massacre. Violence was easier than... People.

Scherezade took a good long swig from her bottle before reattaching it to her belt. Parties, people, fun... Those things were not meant for the broken girl. Those things belonged other people, other people who were not broken and damaged beyond repair. People who could... Who could actually enjoy them. She wasn't going to. If it weren't for Daisy, she would not have been there at all.

As Daisy showed up, exiting her ship. Even before she spoke, some of Scherezade's anger dissipated, being replaced with the waves of pain with every breath that Daisy was by now used to, and she didn't know the others enough to care about whether or not they would sense it through the Force.

Daisy said Scherezade looked beautiful, causing Scherezade to just glare at her. Her body looked great in this thing that dared call itself a dress, but her face... The black beneath the eyes, the look of someone who had not slept properly for months, the sickly skin hue of malnourishment. No. She wasn't beautiful. The mention of the conversation they'd had if Daisy was into women went unanswered as well. Scherezade didn't know if she was into women. She didn't even know if she was into men. She only knew that there had been one person who had made it into her heart, and much of her breakage and pain was because she could not get him out of it, even after what he'd don to her.

Introductions were made, and the group began to walk towards the Helios bar. Scherezade wanted to cling to Daisy, but she thought better, and instead walked at the tail of the gang, her arms still hugging herself, her discomfort loud. She wanted to stab something.

Another one joined them, a woman in armor. Well. That was nice. Scherezade could appreciate armor over dresses as long as she wasn't the one who had to wear them. Leaving the confirmation to Daisy or one of the other girls though, she remained quiet, taking another swig from her bottle.

It was a good thing Daisy had said in advance that she'd cover the bill at the Helios itself. Scherezade had every intention of drinking up once they were inside as well.

 

[Darth Miseria]

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The shrill whistle from Daisy ignited the showmanship in Dianah. She twirled on the spot and flashed her a dramatic wink. Daisy was something to behold, all dressed in white that complimented her warm skin tone. She could also see that she was right to judge Scherezade beautiful, even from the distance she spotted her at.

'So this is where the Confederacy have been keeping all the good looking women. Pleased to meet you both too! I've got this crazy feeling we're gonna get along really well.'

She nodded her head to the gathering, which now contained two others. One was a puff of bright pink and came with some sage words in tow. Dianah couldn't think of anything wise to respond in kind but mentioned that she would think on it. The other was a man that looked like something pulled straight out of an "Aliens For Dummies" book. Together they looked quite the party.

Before they left Dianah spoke to Scherezade.

'I'll wait till we're a few shots in and then maybe we can get to chatting.'

Dianah put a warm smile on her face and directed at her. Large crowds had different affects on people. Some flourished in it and some felt completely lost. Dianah didn't quite understand it herself. She knew her way around the complexities of budding friendship, enough to know that sometimes you have to let them come to you. She could also recognise anxiety when she saw it.

The club loomed up ahead flashing bright colours that stretched far up into the sky. Just as they were setting off a woman clad in black armour joined the group.

'The more the merrier! I hope you can hold your drink.'

[member=Dano Dil] | [member=La'Ca Cavataio] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member=Lirka Ka] | [member=Scherezade deWinter]