Public Huttball on Nal Hutta

[A'ti]

Location: Huttball Arena, Nar Shaddaa
Tags: [Open]
Theme: [IIIIII]

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A'ti stood in front of a large glass window that over looked the Huttball arena with a commanding view. From the special box suite she, and her guests, could watch the match without hinderance. The teams were still being selected via random draw - which was the custom of the ancient sport - A'ti to her part had put her credits on her favored team insignia the Acid Akk Dogs. The team names that had been draw tonight were the Acid Akk Dogs and the Rancor Raiders. A thin ribbon display went across the top of the glass viewing window showing a variety of pseudonyms or crew names placing their bets in quantity and direction. The field had been configured in a series of platforms connected by catwalks and ramps. On either end of the field were two large painted lines that indicated the goals. A small metal ball that was engulfed in some form of force field floated idly at the center of the field.

For now it was A'ti and a few other servants of the Bareesh Kajidic. Being the Majordomo she didn't need to busy herself with menial tasks such as cleaning or prepping the VIP box. Her only real responsibilities were ensuring the day-to-day affairs of the Kajidic ran smoothly and to represent Gorba whenever he was not present. This gave her a great amount of latitude and prestige within the criminal networks that came together to create the Consortium. In some ways she was a Crime Lord in her own right but in others she was clearly not. She had a few personal minions but the largest pillar of power in the Kajidic was by far Gorba who could claim control of whole formations of criminal enforcers.

"<Majordomo, you have guests.>" whispered another Twi'lek into her ear in Huttese. A'ti straightened up and looked over her shoulder before turning around to face the individuals "H'chu apenkee. Welcome to the property of the most gregarious Gorba of the Bareesh Kajidic. I am A'ti, Majordomo to the former." her Galactic Common was fluent though heavily accented by her native Huttese "Have you come to bargain? Perhaps to seek sponsor for the upcoming match?"

 

[Volo Dragr]

U N D E R C O V E R
Play Dirty
Disguise
A'ti
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Opulent.

If the seasoned taskmaster of the Enclave's Karjr had to describe Nar Shaddaa in one word. It was opulent. An immortal shrine to the Galaxy's depravity. There were more people than there were houses, not that it bothered the moon's inhabitants much, seeing as most lived out of the innumerous casinos and clubs littering the planet.

It was disgusting. Volo could hardly tell whether the fumes he was inhaling came from the moon's pollution, or the various... relaxants offered by the planet's clubs. If given the choice, there was no doubt that he'd be anywhere but here... but he'd been given that choice, by himself, and... well, here he was.

He wasn't one for humour, but even he could find the irony in a man, who so vehemently detested the moon and it's vices, choosing it as his escape. While, yes, it was the work that provided the escape from the political trappings of the Enclave's change in leadership, it was ironic all the same. He was there undercover, of course, on an intelligence gathering op. It felt odd to be out of his beskar'gam, but he knew it was a necessary precaution, even with the disguise matrix cloaking him; the absence of his armour was nothing compared to swallowing the emulator droid, though.

He was a former Imperial Moff, Lerrit Analde who'd found the wealth and connections he'd made during his brief term to transfer nicely into the criminal underworld. A man of no true significance who would be missed by none, but politely received by many... or rather, a man of great potential, whose face and voice would be received well when worn by a cunning actor.

Standing politely in the doorway as the Twi'lek host turned to greet him, amongst other guests, he held his hands behind his back. He offered a polite, if mindlessly perfunctory, nod of his head before ensuring he was first to speak up, letting the Imperial ignorance and self-centredness flow like a river.

"I'm sure the pleasure is mutual, miss A'ti," he piped up, the emulator layering in a healthy, snobbish, Imperial accent. If the technology was anymore advanced, it'd have mispronounced her name. "The gregarious Gorba the Hutt is a most generous host to make such an essential member of his court so easily available." he commented.

Having sufficiently layered pleasantries to the point it was sickening, he pushed on, "More to the matter at hand, there are a few business ventures I wish to discuss with you?" the false-Moff queried, leaving the statement open-ended.​

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[Grendel Krayt]

It had been about fifty years since Grendel last came to Nar Shaddaa, like always he'd only came to find a job but on the bright side his trips to Nar Shaddaa always seemed to provide both fun and profit. Earlier in the day when Grendel had been scouting the bars for work a shifty looking human had approached the massive Dowutin and asked if he was interested in a job as one of their players and come down with a terrible case of death.

And so Grendel found himself wearing an oversized t-shirt over his Si'kahya Beskar'gam sporting the Acid Akk Dogs colours, looking around at his new teammates Grendel was clearly the largest one on the team and not being entity sure of his job he did ask his teammates and all they said was to grab the ball and score a goal and hit the other team as hard as you could Grendel liked that plan it was nice and simple.

Swinging his Hammer onto his shoulder Grendel followed his team through the opening doors and stood to attention in the area and waited for the match too start.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Huttball Stadium, Nar Shaddaa
Appearance: Fetch
Tags: Open​

Eating the last of his zoochberry dumplings Cyran threw away the disposable paper plate it was served on. Cyran could eat some pretty rich foods, but even Hutt cuisine could make him sick. Making his way to a railing to lean up on overlooking the sport’s field where the game was about to begin. Though he had no favorite teams or followed any particular athletes, Cyran still liked sports. Racing, Huttball, Shockball, and has even participated in a few underground boxing matches as well as music competitions for fun. Attended a lot of minor league games with his family growing up.

Only thing to possibly sour his mood was the location. He didn’t like being this deep in Hutt Space too often, too much negativity. Cyran had placed a small bet on the Rancor Raiders team playing for the evening. He’d caught a rumor that they were kinda the underdogs for the night and since he wasn’t getting any credits he would miss it would make the potential reward much sweeter.

Considering he was on Nar Shaddaa Cyran took no care in making sure the “bookie” he used was legit, or at least as legit as one could be on a planet like this. But they were more than happy to take his money. He was certain there were some other more shady dealings and meetings going on in the stadium. But that was of no concern to him as a bounty hunter since he was “off duty” at the moment. Plus with how fast and loose Hutts like to be with even their own laws it was not like there was much incentive to make a scene and round up bounties here. Though Cyran might still find a familiar face so he’d leave his spot and continue moving around the venue, with his hands stuck in his pockets of his pants.

 

[A'ti]

Location: Huttball Arena, Nar Shaddaa
Tags: Volo Dragr [Open]
Theme 2: ~III~

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A'ti considered the apparent Imperial with an intrigued expression as another servant offered the disguised Volo a fizzy drink of a wild neon color "You are quite welcome to discuss any such business venture with myself." she gave the man another once-over "Would you happen to be an Imperial politician? A uh..." she moved her hand around elegantly trying to come up with the word "Moff? Governor?" she could tell that he was of some form of upper crust Imperial society the way he was holding himself and the confidence he was displaying. Other Imperials seemed disciplined, very orderly, and rarely spoke above their station. "The Bareesh Kajidic has recently entered into a soon-to-be lucrative mining venture with another party, I cannot reveal of course, so one could say 'business is booming'."

A heavily tattooed cyborg came to A'ti and whispered in her ear. The Majordomo turned her head to him and spoke in Huttese "<That matter can wait. See that the family is compensated. The normal rate. Nothing more.>" probably just another case of collateral damages in Nar Shaddaa's never ending power struggle of the lower districts. A'ti returned her focus to the Imperial that stood before her "My apologies." she said again switching to Common "The affairs of the Kajidic never rest." A'ti motioned to a glass table with multiple plush chairs circling it "Please, take a seat and we can discuss our business in leisure. I believe your name is Lerrit? Yes? There was some rumor of a new Imperial of rank among our streets. If not, my sincere apologies."

Below in the Huttball arena's assembling area for the teams there seemed to be more commotion around the large player that had been randomly drawn into the Acid Akk Dogs team ( Grendel Krayt ) and the betting odds began to shift more heavily in favor of that team. Along with auxiliary wagers on how many players would meet their end at the behemoth's hammer.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

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The rhythmic ✱jingle✱ of star-spurs would herald yet another Twi'lek as Tayl Vizsla followed the cyborg in, having been informed that the guests were finally arriving. The young yet plenty grizzled Mandalorian was of course A'ti 's hired help for the time being. A bodyguard, encased in pure Beskar and freshly plucked from a game of Huttball not long ago.

It garnered the Majordomo's attention, exactly how she wanted it.

Normally she would have respectfully declined the job offer and moved on, hoping to distance herself from the Hutts and their endless games, But things had changed since the now Ex-Marshal of the Mandalorian Enclave had turned in her badge...

With The Black Fleet on the prowl and her mother's previous outburst in the enclave's council chambers, The Vizsla's violent quest for vengeance would no longer benefit from the collective resources their people could offer. While this setback was manageable, Her mother believed her hand to be forced, and so began employing unsavory methods to achieve her goals.

This included using her own daughter as a double agent...

Tayl was capable, of course, having been trained by the greatest clan chieftens of the Pre-Enclave era. Men and Women such as Jaster Awaud, Stardust Solus Skirae and mother Vizsla( Aloy Vizsla ) herself. No expense was spared in preparing her daughter for the harsh realities of the galaxy, putting her on par with some of the best special forces and even above many bounty hunters in training.

But did Tayl like it? the better question would be; "Did anyone ask how she felt about this?"


Most would simply assume. assume that she enjoyed winning her mother's favor by undertaking dangerous missions like any eager young Mandalorian would have. But that was no longer the case. No, she had grown so much more cynical with age. age that only came thanks to the augments she was subjected to on Kamino, and perhaps just the stress of level 1313.

"Kee bengahena"

She would greet her newest "employer" in Huttese, taking an eased but prepared stance by the Majordomo. Any information she could dig up while in the older Twi'lek's service could be a potential asset to mother's cause. Especially if her newfound career as a Double Agent could provide intel on Imperial entanglements.

Of which there seemed to be plenty already...

She couldn't help but grin behind her visor at the moff ( Volo Dragr ), recognizing all the tell tale traits of Imperial snobbery at a glance. 'Of course they'd be dealing with the Hutts' she thought to herself.


She kept on hand on her hip, clawed and purple little fingers poking out of her fingerless gloves and hooked into the belt. Relaxed, but sitting right above The Golden Gun on in leather-clad.

There were many symbols and trinkets to denote her occupation as a hired warrior. From the red kill markings along her visor to that big iron- but most notably, to any true imperial at least, Were the Rank-plaques dangling from her gunbelt... Both looked like they once belonged to Imperial officers. One army, one Stormtrooper-corps. both badly damaged and won in battle.

Oh, she's going to love showing off for the Moff. All she has to do is stand around and look tough, all while watching just how uncomfortable the Imperial scum will get- knowing that he can't do shit about it...!

A'ti Volo Dragr

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[Xalax]

A'ti

General Xalax and his two B2 Super Battle Droid bodyguards were on an elevator to the top box of the stadium. The B2 on his left was tapping its foot with the closest thing it’s programming had to impatience. Xalax understood the sentiment, but was above such a juvenile reaction.

Xalax was here to place bets on the Huttball game that was scheduled for this afternoon. He had studied the sport extensively, and had programmed himself in order to be able to predict the potential outcome of almost any game. Now it was time to use this programming for monetary gain. If things went well, he might even be able to meet Gorba The Hutt (or a close contact of his) in person.

The elevator arrived at the top floor of the stadium. Xalax and his bodyguards stepped out, and walked to the special box suite. After showing a guard a faked letter claiming he was there on behalf of Jej Ulchtar, Xalax was let in without question. The B2s had to wait outside though.

When Xalax walked in, he took a moment to observe the other guests. He immediately noticed a Mandalorian soldier, who seemed to be acting as security. Gorba’s Marjordomo was taking bets from the various guests. Xalax also noticed a Zeltron in a pink suit and a human, who seemed to be… off somehow. Xalax’s sensors were too old to see just what was wrong with him though.

After Gorba’s Majordomo had finished talking to the human, Xalax approached her. “Greetings. My name is Xalax. I am here on behalf of Jej Ulchtar of the Pyke Syndicate. I was sent to place a bet on the Huttball game being played this afternoon.” he stated in the emotionless tone characteristic of super tactical droids.

 

[Volo Dragr]

U N D E R C O V E R
Play Dirty
Disguise
A'ti | Tae'l Vizsla
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The Moff chuckled in a polite manner, the sort of misleadingly genuine sound that Volo did not doubt was all-too-common for the Majordomo. "Not quite, Miss A'ti. Formerly a Moff, though I was rather unjustly removed for... I believe they called it 'maintaining unsavoury company', something like that." he explained, putting a pronounced emphasis on the unsavoury, clearly trying to imply that it referred to his present company.

"The contacts I made, of course, have persisted. Contacts which I would be more than happy to share with you." the Moff teased, absently taking the drink as it was handed to him, sipping it with the kind of absent gluttony that so often plagued the corrupt, upper-caste.

Though he lowered the drink, holding it close to his gut, he observed the exchange between the Majordomo and servant absently. He kept up the false-politeness. The Moff turned his head slightly, regarding the Mandalorian warrior through his peripherals. Noting the jangling of Imperial rank plaques, he let the Moff's eyes drift ever closer, resting on them before quickly glancing up to meet the warrior's visor, adding a tint of fake unease.

Of course, he did it to keep up his guise, even as he let his eyes fall back on the exchange between the Majordomo and her servant... but he did it also to assuage his curiosity. Of course, Volo knew the Mandalorian; Tayl Vizsla, going by the markings on the armour alone, formerly of the Karjr. As far as he recalled, she'd only resigned herself from the guild recently... in fact, he was quite sure her badge was still sitting on his desk waiting to be processed.

Smiling politely as the Majordomo returned her attention to him, he followed her directions, sitting opposite her across the glass table. Taking another sip of the concerningly neon drink as he leaned back into the chair, letting himself look relaxed. "Of course, of course... I'm sure the Kajidic would hardly be as lucrative as it was if it did."

"Lerrit Analde, but Lerrit is just fine for business." he said cordially, taking a breath as he let his eyes fall down to the neon drink. "As I said before, the contacts I made during my short time as a Moff have endured. Contacts in choice positions within the Empire, and without. Certain patrol routes, supply convoys... even a few contacts, safe houses-" he began, looking up from his drink, eyes full of sincerity.

Of course, the real Moff Analde was about as useless as they came. Fortunately, the Karjr had more than their share of resources to share, things they could find out easily enough to substantiate the Moff's claims. "A practical backdoor into Imperial Space, with all the profits going to you." he continued.

That was the beauty of the Hutt Cartel. All he had to do was set up a few of his people as 'contacts', let the Hutts use his contacts, expand, and then he'd make his people disappear in a week without anyone noticing they were gone. "I'm sure the great Gorba the Hutt knows, however, that nothing that good is free."

"Information for information. That's my price. I get you into Imperial Space, and in return, I get some advanced notice on any business the Bareesh Kajidic happens to be doing where some... excess profits might slip away. Some information on rival organisations, business opportunities... I'm sure we can work out specifics?"

With that, the 'Moff' raised his glass, taking a healthy swig as he kept his eyes locked with the Majordomo, waiting for her response.​

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[Grendel Krayt]

As the klaxon sounded signaling the start of the match both teams surged into action some going for the ball itself others looking to kill. Two Gamorreans from the Rancor Raiders team approached the massive form that was Grendel with vibro-axes in hand, for his part Grendel set off into an earth shattering charge at the pair of Gamorreans. As they approached each other the crowd couldn't take their eyes off the resulting impact it was like watching a speeder crash you just couldn't look away. Grendel was surprised that the Gamorreans didn't even try to move out of the way and moments before impact his jet pack flared for an extra last minute burst of speed, the first Gamorrean had it neck broken by a clothesline which just left the last one to face the full bulk of Grendel it wasn't even a contest all that was left of the other Gamorrean was a bloody smear on the ground.

Taking a moment to gather himself Grendel took in the state of the match it was in a state of total chaos, taking thundering steps to the center of the area where a melee was taking place. He was about half way there when a hail of fire raked his armour looking up to the source was a human on a raised platform with a smoking DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle, Grendel growled he would teach the human what a mistake they'd just made.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Huttball Stadium, Nar Shaddaa
Appearance: Fetch
Tags: Open​

Strolling around the stadium Cyran had yet to find any familiar faces. He figured he wouldn't because it was a big galaxy and the likelihood of running into someone who knew was cosmically low. The off duty bounty hunter wasn’t even really paying attention to the game, even though he had some credits on the line. Even with the unseen miasma of competitive excitement that he could telepathically sense, felt himself drifting off. As he looked over the stadium he found his attention was actually being taken by one of the visually loud holographic advertisements over the field. It is a commercial for a new model of “Toy Droid” for children. Marketing for the holidays that were on the way.

It had him remembering his family back on Zletros, specifically towards one of his nieces. Though it had been years since he saw her as a child. She had to have been in her teens now, and probably wouldn’t care much for a cutesy droid companion. However, it wasn’t really the right time to feel all homesick and contemplative. Which was made clear when the crowd seemed to unanimously cringe at the game that was being played. Cyran had missed the scene that just played out. Fortunately one of the large holoprojectors provided an instant replay of a Dowutin playing demolishing two gamorreans. Causing Cyran to grimace through gritted teeth, as it hardly seems within the spirit of sportsmanship. To make matters worse they were on the opposing team that he had money on…

 

[A'ti]

Location: Huttball Arena, Nar Shaddaa
Tags: Volo Dragr General Xalax [Open]
Theme 2: ~III~

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A'ti looked up from where she was seated at the glass table to General Xalax and gave the being a polite smile "The Pyke Syndicate's credits are always welcome for wager with the Bareesh. Please," A'ti motioned the droid to take a seat while a Human walked towards A'ti and handed her a datapad which she began to tap on idly "The current teams tonight consist of the Acid Akk Dogs and the Rancor Raiders. The odds are in favor of the Acid Akk Dogs. Auxiliary wagers are also available at a smaller pool." she put the data pad down and slid it over in the direction of Xalax "Review it at your leisure. Though perhaps swiftness would be prudent? It sounds like the games may be a foot."

A'ti turned her attention back to the disguised Volo Dragr , giving the man a sympathetic expression as he spoke about his removal from Imperial high society due to his connections with the denizens of Hutt Space. Though she did not interrupt him and let him continue to inform her. As the proposal was made the Twi'lek's expression became focused as she mulled over the offer "Imperial space, hm?" she folded her arms while holding her chin in the divot of her lightly closed fist "Consistent, aggressive, dealings in Imperial space would be an invitation to a response should it be traced to he backing of the Council or one of its members. War with the Imperials in Hutt Space would be a major expense." she continued to ponderously stare at the glass table "Though information is a resource, yes, and something the Bareesh may be able to sell." A'ti lifted her eyes from the table to look at the Imperial "Bareesh projects and ventures are of course off the table. There are several pirate crews who we have dealt with in the past and their hideouts should still be considered secretive." A'ti made a gesture with the hand that had previously held her chin "If you seek equipment, credits, and perhaps conflict I can trade the locations of these former associates for the information you have on Imperial patrols and the like. Of course the Bareesh would then in turn broker this information for other purposes... so that it would be imperative to the spirit of business that you did not further disclose said information if we come to an agreement."

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

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A'ti Volo Dragr General Xalax OPEN

Mission accomplished! She spooked the Ex-Moff, or at least, as far as she could tell. It would have been a lot funnier if he was still a Moff but oh well. It had her grinning behind the visor all the same.

She was also learning lots of things by standing beside A'ti as a bodyguard. The Hutts really did have their fingers in every pie, but they seemed to prefer those fingers in the shadows. It made sense true, a criminal organization versus an established empire would be costly, to say the least. Maybe even more so than fighting with The Enclave, given that the empire had a better hold of their resources. Mandalorians were damn fine warriors, but politicians and rulers? She didn't think.

Still it was good to see her people flourishing in a way, Even if from afar.


Maybe she could capture this guy later, get that information into The Black Fleet's hands, or maybe even The Enclave. Something she'd have to think about, for now.

Her thoughts were quickly scattered as General Xalax , an old CIS-style super-tactical droid by the look of him, entered the room. She'd recognize the parts anywhere thanks to her mother's collection. If there was one thing mother taught her, it was that Separatist droids were far more durable than people gave credit. Her own droids, though mismatched and misshapen, had been in the family for nearly a thousand years...

He seemed to be placing bets, so Tayl reluctantly let her gaze wander elsewhere now that the Majordomo's relative safety was re-confirmed. Honestly she doubted that anyone would risk upsetting the Hutts, not to mention A'ti's own influence here, but the poor thing had been in the underworld too long to take chances these days. If anyone tried anything today, Her armor and combat shield would be between them and the Majordomo in a flash.


Luckily the droid was just here to place bets, so far. And the Moff was doing shady business with the Hutts. Actually it sounded like an amazing deal! one her mother would have benefitted from for sure, but she couldn't bring herself to work with the Hutts like this.

"Bareesh projects and ventures are of course off the table. There are several pirate crews who we have dealt with in the past and their hideouts should still be considered secretive."

Tayl would turn and look at her, if only briefly. She wondered if mother knew any of those pirates, or if perhaps one of them might be what Laphisto was looking for during the fleet's raid against the Final Dawn some time ago.

. Of course the Bareesh would then in turn broker this information for other purposes... so that it would be imperative to the spirit of business that you did not further disclose said information if we come to an agreement."

A'ti seemed like a clever one for sure though. It was kind of a shame actually, that she wasn't being genuine with her fellow Twi'lek. If it weren't for her obligations to mother's fleet, she could have seen herself working for woman like that.

For now, she'd have to settle with respecting the enemy.

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[Xalax]

Tags: A'ti

Xalax took a seat at the table, and picked up the data pad A'ti handed to him. Looking at the statistics of all the players, Xalax concurred that the odds were in favor of the Acid Akk Dogs. According to his calculations, there was an 87.3% percent chance they would win.

One player in particular caught Xalax’s optical sensor. He was a newcomer named Grendel Krayt who seemed very aggressive. There was a high probability that he would score either the winning point or the killing blow on the Rancor Raiders.

Xalax entered a bet of 15,000 underworld credits on the Acid Akk Dogs to win, and an additional 5,000 credits on Grendel Krayt to score the winning point or killing blow on the datapad. Xalax handed the Datapad back to A'ti. “I have placed my bet.” Xalax said. All he had to do now was watch the game and wait.

 

[Volo Dragr]

U N D E R C O V E R
Play Dirty
Disguise
A'ti | Tae'l Vizsla
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The Moff smiled, nodding in satisfaction to the words of the Twi'lek Majordomo, even as he swigged the dregs from his glass, placing it down on the table in front of him.

Like A'ti had said, information was a resource. He had not set himself up with such a long-term identity to strike gold on his first day. No, he intended to play the long game. Draw out more and more information from the Consortium, the Cartel, suffocate it slowly.

And their former associates were the perfect targets.

"Most spectacular, Miss A'ti. Any business is good business so long as everybody breaks even, no?" He said, a light, satisfied chuckle evident in his voice.

Casting his gaze up to the Mandalorian, whom Volo knew as Tayl, he slowly reached into his coat. Lingering a moment as he plucked the rank plaque off his otherwise lavish, civilian attire. Pulling his hand out a moment later, holding a datapad in conjunction to the rank plaque. Perhaps he was overplaying the unease the Moff might have felt in the presence of such a... renowned headhunter. Still, it was always smart to take precautions.

Sliding the plaque over a keycard reader on the datapad, it thrummed and unlocked.

He held the datapad out, should the Majordomo wish to have it collected; otherwise, sliding it across the table, directly to her. "That datapad has all the information we discussed, including all the codewords and such to loosen their lips." he informed, leaning back in his seat as his gaze feel back to the Majordomo, rather reassured in his safety from the ex-Karjr.

"Of course, the Bareesh Kajidic is entitled to exclusive rights to that information, notwithstanding those already in the know, so to speak." the Moff said with a still-satisfied smile. Turning his gaze back to Tayl, he let his eyes linger on the Imperial rank-plaques held on her belt. Pausing a moment to think, he placed his Moff's plaque on the table and slid it towards her.

"A tip, in good faith that that you don't shake me down for it outside." He jokingly said, "You're welcome to add it to your collection. I've got a few, myself." The Moff said with a good-natured smile, obviously down playing the significance of the gesture. Anybody with Karjr training would know how important a rank plaque was.

They were, in a way, small computers. They were keys, and repositories of knowledge, and there was no telling how useful an intact plaque belonging to a Moff was.​

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[A'ti]

Location: Huttball Arena, Nar Shaddaa
Tags: Volo Dragr General Xalax Tae'l Vizsla [Open]
Theme 2: ~III~

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A'ti looked over towards General Xalax and gave him a nod while picking up the datapad that she had offered the droid for wagering "Excellent, please do enjoy the amenities and the event. IF there is anything at all you require do not hesitate to call upon the staff." the Twi'lek motioned gracefully towards an array of chairs and small tables between them that were seated before the large glass pane for the exclusive VIPs to view the match with unparalleled privilege.

She then looked back to Volo Dragr and folded her hands in her lap as he spoke. As the datapad was slid across towards her along with the rank plaque the Majordomo looked from the pair of objects up to the Moff with a surprised expression "What a generous gift, Lerrit, I will pass along your gesture to the mighty Gorba's attention." she gave the datapad a look over to see if the information was truly there, and when it was she handed it off to a Human servant who whisked it away along with the rank plaque. A'ti returned her attention to the former Moff "It will take a moment to collect all of the location data that you are due. Be assured that you will have it in your possession before you leave. If you prefer I can have a trusted courier take it to your accommodations instead."

As seconds passed by another servant came to the Twi'lek and whispered in her ear, a frustrated expression passed over her visage. A'ti motioned for Tae'l Vizsla to step forward "It has come to my attention that the odds are too heavily in favor of the beloved Acid Akk Dogs." the Majordomo glanced up at the bodyguard "See that the competition is fair, heighten the odds." A'ti was clearly insuinating that she wanted her to enter herself into the huttball match. Though how could A'ti guarantee that she would be randomly drawn onto the Rancor Raiders? Because the draw wouldn't be random of course. A'ti was rarely contested in these types of matters and her order alone would be enough for the match organizer to let Tayl enter "<Low odds are bad for business.>" the Bareesh, and A'ti, took a cut from the total winnings of each wager placed. Higher the odds, the closer the match, the better the profit share for the Kajidic.

A'ti smiled then at the Moff "If business is concluded I'd invite you to enjoy the hospitality of the most noble Gorba. He has supplied the finest foods for our honored guests."

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

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LOADOUT

APPAREL​ Heavy Armor​ Grav-gaunt​ Quickdraw holster​ Star-spurs​ WEAPONRY​ The Golden Gun PK-45 Hybrid pistol Favorite knife (x1)EL-DET-4 Baradium Grenade

A'ti Volo Dragr Grendel Krayt OPEN C:<

Tayl continued to stand guard, merely watching over the meeting while leaning against the wall beside herself and A'ti with her thumbs resting idly in her belt. It wasn't until the disguised Volo Dragr seemed to glance at her a few times, pulling a Rank Plaque from his coat, that the young Twi'lek seemed to focus on the conversation again.

"heh" She couldn't helping but laugh under her breath at the man's concern.

At first the conversation progressed as expected; Business as usual. The Moff finalized his deal with the Majordomo, exchanging payments and the like. But unexpectedly, He then slid his own Rank-plaque to her.

"A tip, in good faith that that you don't shake me down for it outside." He jokingly said, "You're welcome to add it to your collection. I've got a few, myself."

She stopped the spinning Plaque with just a finger pressed to it, giving the Moff a curious glance and picking it up in both hands. Based on the ones she had already collected, It looked genuine enough. Turning it over, she couldn't help but notice how immaculate it really was. All the others were charred or dusted by the battlefield. This one still had a certain shine to it.

She looked up at him, head tilt and honestly bewildered at the gesture even if he wasn't a Moff anymore.
"Thank you, sir"

Probably the first and last time she would ever say "Sir" to one of their kind.

She carefully placed it in one of the many pouches on her belt, tucked away safely and with care unlike the broken things dangling on cord. It was then that another Twi'lek entered and whispered into A'ti's ear. She didn't look pleased...

"It has come to my attention that the odds are too heavily in favor of the beloved Acid Akk Dogs." the Majordomo glanced up at the bodyguard "See that the competition is fair, heighten the odds."

She stepped forward as bid, nodding to the Majordomo once she finished addressing the young but eager bodyguard.
"As you wish, Majordomo"

She would also pass by the "Moff" on her way out, stopping beside him just long enough to grab his attention.
"If you're a betting man, put it down on the Rancor Raiders tonight"

And with a satisfied chuckle, she disappeared into the crowd beyond the great office.

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Tayl would emerge from the Arena entrance several minutes later, having prepared all of her equipment and met with whoever was supposed to clear her for entry. A few cheered, having seen her in action last time, but she was mostly unknown out here. It was in Mos Eisley and on Level 1313 that she was truly known in the underworld. More so infamous, as a vigilante. Maybe she wasn't on Karjr business all those years ago, but she had put the fear of Mandalore into the hearts of many all the same.

Old gods willing, She would do the same tonight...

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Huttball Stadium, Nar Shaddaa
Appearance: Fetch
Tags: Open​

It seemed like some of the heavy hitters for the Rancor Raiders were out of commission now. Cyran was rapidly feeling more invested in the match now that his attention was drawn to it after the Gamorreans were knocked out of the game. It wasn’t even really because he had money on the line. He just liked a good underdog story. To compensate and keep the match from being a total steamroll the organizers were apparently “finding” a new replacement. But given the supposedly random nature of picking the teams and their athletes Cyran didn’t have much faith it could even things out.

It seemed like the Rancor Raiders needed no less than an actual Rancor to have a chance of winning. The game announcers reported on the newcomer being added to the team. Some kind of twi’lek warrior, Mandalorian even. Almost instinctively it gave Cyran some doubts. Though he was quickly reminded not to underestimate a Twi’lek. Tan'yill Vizsla made sure of that years ago with her own fighting spirit. Now she was just as much a Mandalorian as he was, if not more so because she’s way more invested in all the clan stuff than he has been. Funny how Tan and himself both married into the culture and gained something different from it.

Come to think of it, the new Mandalorian athlete joining the match did seem awfully familiar, yet he’d never met anyone by the name of Tayl before. Maybe it was just daja vu. Taking a deep breath Cyran would put his faith into her, after all clan vizsla has quite the reputation to uphold…

 

[Grendel Krayt]

Gear: Si'kahya Beskar'gam, Hammer
Tags: Tae'l Vizsla

Looking up at the human on the raised platform who was now regretting his life choices Grendel thought for a moment on how best to get to the little chit, with a shrug Grendel raised his left vambrace and let loose a torrent of flame cooking the man alive.

As the announcers reported a new face entering the arena on the side of the Rancor Raiders Grendel looked around hoping to see a rancor entering the arena. Spotting the armored Twi'lek enter Grendel was a little disappointed that it wasn't a rancor but perked up as soon as he realized it was a fellow Mandalorian Grendel knew he was in for a proper fight.

"THE MANDALORIAN IS MINE" roared Grendel

And with the inevitability of a crashing star destroyer Grendel began his thundering charge towards Tae'l Vizsla with hammer held at the ready.

 

[Volo Dragr]

M O F F
A'ti | Tae'l Vizsla
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"Ah, most efficient of you, Miss A'ti. Sadly, I have no local residence. Merely visiting on a business trip." he said with a pronounced chuckle, a fit of good humour seeming to overcome him. He was, by all appearances, a businessman who enjoyed nothing more than profiting from a good deal.

Adjusting himself in his seat as a server brought him another neon drink, this time of a different colour entirely. the Moff nodded with a smile of amusement as the Mandalorian bodyguard stopped briefly, before passing him. "Oh, I'll be sure to. I hear you Mandalorians are quite... fatal." the Moff joked.

Once Tayl was gone, Volo turned the Moff's gaze back to A'ti. "As I was saying, Majordomo; I, regrettably, can not stay and enjoy the gracious Gorba's hospitality for too long. I hope you'll forgive my ambiguity, but I have other 'business' ventures I must attend to in a swift fashion."

Taking a lengthy sip from the fresh glass, the Moff looked down to his wrist, checking the time on his holowatch. Staring at it while he set the glass down, he pondered a moment before looking back up to the Majordomo. "I should, however, be able to stay long enough for the information to be prepared. Speaking of, I assume there are no caveats I must be wary of?" the man queried, a dash of cordiality accenting his tone now that his business was dealt with.

Not a moment later though, his eye caught on the holoscreen. He watched as the cameras cut to the new arrival, the Majordomo's bodyguard. Of course, the announcer rabbled on about some 'unexpected turn of events', encouraging the crowd to rethink their bets. "Might I see that betting datapad, Miss?" 'Lerrit' asked, leaning forward ever so slightly as he extended a hand.​

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[Xalax]

As Grendel Krayt burned a human alive in the arena, Xalax watched closely. The Rancor Raiders’ chances of winning were dropping even further with every player they lost. The 20,000 credits Xalax had spent were clearly going to pay off.

Xalax did not take any note of the Mandalorian soldier leaving the room at first. The most probable explanation was that a few intoxicated Rancor Raiders fans were causing some disruptions outside, and needed to be sorted out. He certainly did not suspect the actual reason she left.

Around fifteen minutes later, the announcers called for a pause in the game. A new player was being added as a last minute addition to the Rancor Raiders named Tae'l Vizsla . When Xalax saw this, he realized what had happened. Apparently, he had not been the only one to realize how likely it was that the Acid Akk Dogs would win.

Xalax had fought enough Mandalorians to know that brute force attacks had a very low probability of working against them. Almost as soon as he thought this, Grendel Krayt, charged at Tayl Vizsla. Unfortunately, there was not much that Xalax could do about it now. The Acid Akk Dogs’ best chance to win at this point would be to find a way to distract Vizsla, and get a score victory.