Public I Don't Want Peace, Only Problems [Zeltros]- "The Scarlet Halo"

[Braze]

TAGS: Xoff Chantin | Open

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Ah, Zeltros.

A world where the air itself feels.... flirtatious!

Sweet with perfume, and alive with pulsing music, the planet shimmers under the glow of twin moons, like the flushed cheeks of a cheating lover caught in the act! Here, desires are currency and language. Inhibitions were checked at the spaceport, and hedonism was the way of life of it's denizens.
"The Scarlet Halo" – Zeltros' most exclusive high-altitude pleasure resort.

Perched in the top tiers of a hovering opal-glass spire, the Scarlet Halo was a pristine, rotating skybar where velvet-clad courtesans mingle with information brokers, HoloNet influencers, and syndicate royalty. The atmosphere inside was highly perfumed, decadent, and laced with mood-enhancing pheromones for those who wanted them. Plush circular booths rimmed the transparent floor, offering a view of the glittering cityscape below.

Private rooms exist, of course. Soundproofed, touch-activated, and customizable down to temperature, lighting, and musical mood. A visiting crime lord might indulge in a sultry conversation, savor a narcotic cocktail that fizzes with hallucinogens, or simply stretch out in silence with a Zeltron masseuse working tension from an old blaster wound.

No names are given. No questions are asked. The only rule? Feel good, look better, and lie well.
A Zeltron dealer leans forwards offering a quality view as she winks from behind the sabacc table. The holoreels flicker on the screens, and a droid croupier shuffles fast as light.

Even the slot machines offer enticing options for fun!

★ LUCK & FATE ★

"Credits are temporary. Glory's forever."

HOLOSPIN HOTSTREAK — Just 10 credits a pull!

Insert: 10 Credits
Insert: 100 Credits
Insert: 1000 Credits

"Feeling lucky, offworlder? Everyone's a winner... eventually."

99% of gamblers quit before they hit it big.
Only quitters cash out early.

✦HOW TO PLAY THE SLOTS ✦

Slide in your credits . . .

Roll 3d20 — compare your results below:

★ JACKPOT — Triple Match (e.g. 14, 14, 14):
The reels explode. Lights flash. You just made the WHOLE room notice YOU!
• 10 credit bet → 250 credits
• 100 credit bet → 2,500 credits
• 1000 credit bet → 25,000 credits

✦ DOUBLE MATCH (e.g. 6, 6, 11):
Free drink! PAY OUT X3
• 10 credit bet → 30 credits
• 100 credit bet → 300 credits
• 1000 credit bet → 3,000 credits

⬩ HIGH ROLLER (any 20):
You're hot. The dealer offers you a second glance.
• 10 credit bet → 20 credits
• 100 credit bet → 200 credits
• 1000 credit bet → 2,000 credits

× COLD STREAK (no matches, all under 10):
Oof. You're paying for your own drinks tonight.
• No payout.

※ WILD LUCK (any 1):
Something strange happens. A glitch? The table stutters. Lights flicker. A dealer glances sideways—something's not right. Did you cheat? Did they? The dealer doesn't say. But now the pit boss is watching.
• Payout is up to the house. Could be x10, a mystery prize, or something worse.

◇ MIXED BAG (everything else):
No win, no loss. The house watches... and waits.
• Payout = your original bet (break even)

Play IC or OOC. Flavor it up. Let it ride.
Tip: Feeling bold? Wager something more than credits.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

Cold whiskey burned Razmir's tongue. It tasted harsh and had an abrasive, bitter end note. Not exactly pleasant, but somehow it kept him coming back again and again. He'd have to watch himself before it turned into a habit again.

He swirled the glass in his hand. The amber lapped at the glass's sides, gently breaking against three melting ice cubes.

Music muffled the slot machine's jingles. Loud, bassy, and nearly as abrasive as the whiskey. His earphones drowned out the outside world, and his own thoughts. He caught himself glancing at the seat besides him. The seat remained as empty as the previous five or six times he'd looked.

He'd have to kick that habit, too, but part of him still seemed to have trouble letting go. This wasn't for nostalgia. It was distraction.

He sighed, and placed the glass to his lips again. He hesitated. On the slots, the first number locked in. The next one followed, then the final one...

 

[Yula Perl]

Clad in a black bodycon dress that was entirely too short at either end – perhaps, not for Zeltros – Yula slammed back her umpteenth shot of the night.

Fresh out of jail and brokenhearted by Dagon's disappearance, she tried to drown herself in alcohol and credits. That, or was just an average Taungsday for the Zeltron.

"C'mon you sunnuva...that all you got, yeah?"

In lieu of a gentle technopathic nudge, she kicked the slot machine with the toe of her stiletto, then yelped when she was abruptly reminded that she'd selected toe-less shoes for the evening.

 

[Xoff Chantin]

Outfit: Something Nice

Spoiler: Loadout

• Vixen's Vault
• FFS Utility Belt
• Beauty Blades
• Bond-Lock Pomade
• ClearView Essence: Perfume
• Code Breaker Card
• Covert Compact
• Covert Kiss: Laser Lipstick
• Covert PurseGlow Guard
• HushCuffs
• Nite Night Nails: Polish
• Phantom Fresh
• Processor Pendant
• Re-Pulse Ring
• SlyTie
• Vixen's Vambrace

Xoff arrived, and this did the party.
The sights and sounds of depressed alcoholics seeking joy and frustrated gamblers kicking slot machines was pure nostalgia.
Ahh.. home

Xoff had just dropped off Jobbi Chantin at an arcade. Poor thing needed a maternal figure, and Xoff was determined to make her the talk of the temple by the time they returned to dear Whotto's Yacht. But for now, slots seemed to be in order, along with an order of the truly fine bubbly.

He spared a thought for Duro Dan watching the bartender pour the fizzing drink. This one was infinitely more palatable, but something about the pure soul the Duros put into selling each can drew on his heartstrings.

Drink in hand, credits in the machine, Xoff was ready to play.

@OPEN​

 

[Braze]

Clad in a black bodycon dress that was entirely too short at either end – perhaps, not for Zeltros – Yula slammed back her umpteenth shot of the night.

Fresh out of jail and brokenhearted by Dagon's disappearance, she tried to drown herself in alcohol and credits. That, or was just an average Taungsday for the Zeltron.

"C'mon you sunnuva...that all you got, yeah?"

In lieu of a gentle technopathic nudge, she kicked the slot machine with the toe of her stiletto, then yelped when she was abruptly reminded that she'd selected toe-less shoes for the evening.

Yula Perl

⬩ HIGH ROLLER — 20! ⬩
(Slot Machine Result: Natural 20)​

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✧ DING DING DING — PAYOUT INCOMING ✧​

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✦ 10 credit spin → 20 credits​

✦ 100 credit spin → 200 credits​

✦ 1000 credit spin → 2,000 credits​

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"You're hot. The machine practically flirts back."​

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OOC: Bonus Game – Double or Nothing

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Rolled a 20? You're eligible for a bonus risk. Choose:​

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Option 1 – Take the payout:​

Collect your winnings above. Walk away rich.​

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Option 2 – Double or Nothing:​

Roll 1d6. If it's:​

• Even (2, 4, 6) → Double your credits​

• Odd (1, 3, 5) → The machine eats your payout. You win nothing.​

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Winners press their luck. Losers press it twice.​

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BONUS: Complimentary Token Dropped

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The machine spits out a glowing chit:​

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◆ Raffle Entry Token – Redeem at the prize desk for a shot at something rare, shiny, or downright ridiculous.​

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---

"Luck smiles today. Tomorrow, it may laugh."​

 

[Braze]

Cold whiskey burned Razmir's tongue. It tasted harsh and had an abrasive, bitter end note. Not exactly pleasant, but somehow it kept him coming back again and again. He'd have to watch himself before it turned into a habit again.

He swirled the glass in his hand. The amber lapped at the glass's sides, gently breaking against three melting ice cubes.

Music muffled the slot machine's jingles. Loud, bassy, and nearly as abrasive as the whiskey. His earphones drowned out the outside world, and his own thoughts. He caught himself glancing at the seat besides him. The seat remained as empty as the previous five or six times he'd looked.

He'd have to kick that habit, too, but part of him still seemed to have trouble letting go. This wasn't for nostalgia. It was distraction.

He sighed, and placed the glass to his lips again. He hesitated. On the slots, the first number locked in. The next one followed, then the final one...

Outfit: Something Nice

Spoiler: Loadout

• Vixen's Vault
• FFS Utility Belt
• Beauty Blades
• Bond-Lock Pomade
• ClearView Essence: Perfume
• Code Breaker Card
• Covert Compact
• Covert Kiss: Laser Lipstick
• Covert PurseGlow Guard
• HushCuffs
• Nite Night Nails: Polish
• Phantom Fresh
• Processor Pendant
• Re-Pulse Ring
• SlyTie
• Vixen's Vambrace

Xoff arrived, and this did the party.
The sights and sounds of depressed alcoholics seeking joy and frustrated gamblers kicking slot machines was pure nostalgia.
Ahh.. home

Xoff had just dropped off Jobbi Chantin at an arcade. Poor thing needed a maternal figure, and Xoff was determined to make her the talk of the temple by the time they returned to dear Whotto's Yacht. But for now, slots seemed to be in order, along with an order of the truly fine bubbly.

He spared a thought for Duro Dan watching the bartender pour the fizzing drink. This one was infinitely more palatable, but something about the pure soul the Duros put into selling each can drew on his heartstrings.

Drink in hand, credits in the machine, Xoff was ready to play.

@OPEN​

Razmir Tezhyn Xoff Chantin

× COLD STREAK ×
(Slot Machine Result: No matches)​

---

The reels grind to a stop... and stay quiet.​

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No lights. No sounds. Just the cold hum of disappointment.​

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✦ All drinks? On you.​

✦ Winnings? Nonexistent.​

✦ Dignity? Questionable.​

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"Better luck next time. Or maybe just... better luck."​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Xoff Chantin

Braze had tracked Xoff Chantin to The Scarlet Halo.


It had been nearly eight months since their last encounter, and two since his escape from the Tatooine Penitentiary. He was healed now. At least physically.... for the most part. The experience had been harrowing, and he and the Zeltron had left some business... unfinished.

Braze hadn't rushed in to this missive. He'd waited and watched.... For three quiet weeks, he shadowed Xoff's habits, learning his haunts, hangouts, and usual places of rest. Today, though? Today was his lucky day.

The small Jedi moved with an uncanny stillness, his presence swallowed by the club's backdrop: humming machines, clinking glasses, jazzy synth grooves pulsing through the air. He barely needed to slip through the crowd. The noise covered him well enough as he approached his target.

One subtle gesture to the Twi'lek on stage, and the music shifted. A certain song began to play across the speakers of The Scarlet Halo.


"Oh... tough luck on that one...funny how the luck runs out right before the consequences arrive;...some debts just don't stay buried."

The voice from the Vocoder was differnt, comprised from snippets of his vice when he was a young child so the dleivery and tone was... off.​

 

[Xoff Chantin]

Outfit: Something Nice

Spoiler: Loadout

• Vixen's Vault
• FFS Utility Belt
• Beauty Blades
• Bond-Lock Pomade
• ClearView Essence: Perfume
• Code Breaker Card
• Covert Compact
• Covert Kiss: Laser Lipstick
• Covert PurseGlow Guard
• HushCuffs
• Nite Night Nails: Polish
• Phantom Fresh
• Processor Pendant
• Re-Pulse Ring
• SlyTie
• Vixen's Vambrace

It didn't take a Zeltron to tell the vibe was off - and the music only confirmed it. Someone had a grudge.

Xoff let out a sigh with a slight smile.

"Chasing me down on Zeltros? That's a party foul."

Xoff adopted the role expected of him, leaning an arm on the slot machine and dramatically turning to face...

"...wait, who are you?"

Some child with white hair and a half mask. The villainously elegant demeanor he had adopted dropped instantly. He tried to remember how many people he screwed over in the past year, and was drawing a blank.

Certainly not aware that the beauty blades and Re-Pulse ring he planned to use were stolen from the very boy standing before him.

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Xoff Chantin ​

◆ Equipment Loadout

◆ Head & Neck
• Lightveil Circlet
• Charms x3
• Iroai Amulate
• Echani Silver Whistle
• Jedi Crusader Pendant

◆ Outerwear
• Braze’s Dueling Cape
• Phantom Mist Projector

◆ Arm Equipment
• Right: Saber-Claws Gauntlet
• Left: Saberbreaker Gauntlet

◆ Weapons
• Mysterious Lightsaber
• G.O.O. Gun

◆ Utilities & Cosmetics
• Compact Mister
• Essence of Zeltros Compact

◆ Miscellaneous
• Psych Egg x3
• Gidgit

Braze tilted his head, pale eyes unblinking behind the half-mask.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll remember me right around step six." He raised a hand holding a small perfume bottle showing Xoff the Compact Mister. "You look like you could use a refresh. Free sample?"

Without waiting for an answer, he sprayed it directly at Xoff's face; —psst psst—! Not aggressive. Just annoyingly well-aimed in two quick bursts.​

 

[Xoff Chantin]

Outfit: Something Nice

Spoiler: Loadout

• Vixen's Vault
• FFS Utility Belt
• Beauty Blades
• Bond-Lock Pomade
• ClearView Essence: Perfume
• Code Breaker Card
• Covert Compact
• Covert Kiss: Laser Lipstick
• Covert PurseGlow Guard
• HushCuffs
• Nite Night Nails: Polish
• Phantom Fresh
• Processor Pendant
• Re-Pulse Ring
• SlyTie
• Vixen's Vambrace

"You look like you could use a refresh. Free sample?"

Xoff was indignant at the implication he of all people, would look like he needs a brush up. Even after he recognized the scent of the dosed spritz, it was the comment that that irked him.

"Excuse me you little brat, if you-" the dose began to work, causing his pink cheeks to flush bright red. "-were even half my age-"

With with the Zeltron's natural affinity for designer drugs and poisons, Xoff had an extraordinary tolerance from recreational usage. Not that it was enough to prevent the mister from doing its work, but instead of being rendered fully unconscious he was enjoying the sedative's effects.

"-you could only dream of fitting into this top..." Xoff stumbled a little, seemingly merely (severely) intoxicated and amenable to suggestions.

"... Wait, what was step six again?... I shouldnt be driving, I'll have to call shhommeone to bick ub my kid..." Xoff began to tip dangerously to one side while reaching for his communicator.

Braze | Razmir Tezhyn​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Xoff Chantin

◆ Equipment Loadout

◆ Head & Neck
• Lightveil Circlet
• Charms x3
• Iroai Amulate
• Echani Silver Whistle
• Jedi Crusader Pendant

◆ Outerwear
• Braze’s Dueling Cape
• Phantom Mist Projector

◆ Arm Equipment
• Right: Saber-Claws Gauntlet
• Left: Saberbreaker Gauntlet

◆ Weapons
• Mysterious Lightsaber
• G.O.O. Gun

◆ Utilities & Cosmetics
• Compact Mister
• Essence of Zeltros Compact

◆ Miscellaneous
• Psych Egg x3
• Gidgit

Braze reached out, steadying Xoff with a light touch before he could stumble. "Oh? And what a lovely top it is. Tell me, is it designer?" he asked, voice playful as he slipped the communicator from Xoff's hand with a gentle motion.

"That's why I'm here; I'm your designated driver, chauffeur, and bodyguard tonight. Braze went on, his tone light, but if he could've used his own voice, it might've bordered on a chirp. "I'm going to escort you home."


His head tilted, tone turning just a shade cooler. "Step six is when you return the things you 'borrowed' from me." A pause, just long enough to sting. "Or at least tell me which of your little friends made off with my toys."


Without waiting for a reply, he started guiding Xoff toward the exit. "Come on, I've got the luxury speeder out front. Can't keep it purring forever."

​

 

[Xoff Chantin]

Outfit: Something Nice

Spoiler: Loadout

• Vixen's Vault
• FFS Utility Belt
• Beauty Blades
• Bond-Lock Pomade
• ClearView Essence: Perfume
• Code Breaker Card
• Covert Compact
• Covert Kiss: Laser Lipstick
• Covert PurseGlow Guard
• HushCuffs
• Nite Night Nails: Polish
• Phantom Fresh
• Processor Pendant
• Re-Pulse Ring
• SlyTie
• Vixen's Vambrace

"Are you... even old enough to drive?"

Xoff though for a moment, staring at the boy that was beginning to drag him off. White hair. Green eyes. Maybe mid teens?

"Hold on - your mom's not an Arkanian is she? Yola? I apologize, she never told me she was preg-" a stumble cut off Xoff's train of thought.

Even drugged, Xoff knew better than to be carried off by strangers. Cover your drink, avoid free samples, and Never agree to go to a second location with someone you just met, unless your friends know where you are going.

Xoff didn't bring any friends - he had intentionally slipped the bodyguards Whotto kept assigned to him. Even HK-87 as well, at least so he thought.

Xoff cleared his throat, stood up straight despite the chems, put on an indignant, and stared down the child.

He took a breath in;

"HEELLP! IM BEING ACCOSTED BY SOMEONE I AM NOT INTERESTED IN! I DO NOT KNOW THIS PERSON AND THEY WANT TO GET IN THEIR CAR! PARTY FOUL! PARTY FOUL ALARM!"

Maybe the boy had all the other gamblers here on payroll. Maybe not. But the merrymakers in adjacent rooms, halls, the street outside? They'd pick up on and handle bad vibes; it was basic Zeltron Decency.

He kept his indignant stare throughout, though the mist made it increasingly harder to keep his emotional alert up for others to read.

If all else fails, never, ever, go quietly.

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Xoff Chantin

◆ Equipment Loadout

◆ Head & Neck
• Lightveil Circlet
• Charms x3
• Iroai Amulate
• Echani Silver Whistle
• Jedi Crusader Pendant

◆ Outerwear
• Braze's Dueling Cape
• Phantom Mist Projector

◆ Arm Equipment
• Right: Saber-Claws Gauntlet
• Left: Saberbreaker Gauntlet

◆ Weapons
• Mysterious Lightsaber
• G.O.O. Gun

◆ Utilities & Cosmetics
• Compact Mister
• Essence of Zeltros Compact

◆ Miscellaneous
• Psych Egg x3
• Gidgit

Without missing a beat, Braze called out, in assured confidence. After all, he was small, unassuming even, but he moved with a certainty that invited no argument.

"False alarm, folks! He's just mad I turned him down. Took offense when I said I was too young for him."

The vocoder didn't help his case, its slightly off, younger-sounding register only made the claim sound more believable. Almost too believable. He didn't flinch as he stepped in, pivoting smoothly to twist Xoff's wrist behind his back in a come-along hold. Controlled and firm, the kind of grip that didn't need brute strength, just precision and intent.

"Stars, you're loud for someone with warrants in three sectors."

He let Xoff shout, let the drama hang in the air like lingering smoke from a spice lounge. Then, to the onlookers whose stares hadn't yet peeled away, he tossed out, deadpan:

"Jedi business. Go back to your drinks."

The words dropped like a gravity well. No room for questions. Just cold authority wrapped in all the swagger of teenage Echani confidence, as if daring some one to stop him form carrying out his task.

"You scream like someone who knows they're guilty, by the way. You want to keep yelling, or are we done pretending?"

Braze shifted his weight slightly. Something on his person adjusted with a click, and a cold shape pressed subtly into the small of Xoff's back. His vocorder's volume dipped low, quiet enough to stay between them.

"Now walk. Or I will tase you. But it'll ruin your outfit, and I'd hate to be that guy."

​

 

[Xoff Chantin]

Outfit: Something Nice

Spoiler: Loadout

• Vixen's Vault
• FFS Utility Belt
• Beauty Blades
• Bond-Lock Pomade
• ClearView Essence: Perfume
• Code Breaker Card
• Covert Compact
• Covert Kiss: Laser Lipstick
• Covert PurseGlow Guard
• HushCuffs
• Nite Night Nails: Polish
• Phantom Fresh
• Processor Pendant
• Re-Pulse Ring
• SlyTie
• Vixen's Vambrace

"False alarm, folks! He's just mad I turned him down. Took offense when I said I was too young for him."

"TRUE ALARM IM BEING ZELTNAPPED! I DONT KNOW THIS MAN... THIS BOY!"

"Stars, you're loud for someone with warrants in three sectors."

"LIES, LIES! SHOW ME THE WARRANTS! I WANT YOUR BADGE NUMBER! AM I BEING DETAINED!?"

"Jedi business. Go back to your drinks."

"HELP IM BEING OPPRESSED! BY A RELIGIOUS ZEALOT! THEYRE GOING TO DO WEIRD FORCE MIND THINGS TO ME!"

And then, quieter, "are you sure you're not Yola's kid? Do you know if she's still single? She could do all the weird force things-"

"You scream like someone who knows they're guilty, by the way. You want to keep yelling, or are we done pretending?"

"ENTRAPMENT, I DEMAND TO SEE MY LAWYER! WHAT IS THE CHARGE? ENJOYING A MEAL? A SUCCULENT ZELTRON MEAL!?"

"Now walk. Or I will tase you. But it'll ruin your outfit, and I'd hate to be that guy."

"... Dank farrik, alright kid just don't rip any of the fishnets. I'm going for sultry and dangerous look not a cheap Twi'lek who-"

Xoff's leg went limp as more of the mist kicked in, causing him to flop over like dead weight.

Braze | Razmir Tezhyn​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Xoff Chantin

◆ Equipment Loadout

◆ Head & Neck
• Lightveil Circlet
• Charms x3
• Iroai Amulate
• Echani Silver Whistle
• Jedi Crusader Pendant

◆ Outerwear
• Braze’s Dueling Cape
• Phantom Mist Projector

◆ Arm Equipment
• Right: Saber-Claws Gauntlet
• Left: Saberbreaker Gauntlet

◆ Weapons
• Mysterious Lightsaber
• G.O.O. Gun

◆ Utilities & Cosmetics
• Compact Mister
• Essence of Zeltros Compact

◆ Miscellaneous
• Psych Egg x3
• Gidgit

"Does the murder of Jedi Knight Jo'Han Felcado ring any bells?" Braze asked as he used the force to assist him in manipulating Xoff's form. "Or would you like to make a scene loud enough that dear sweet Jobbi Chantin sees you getting arrested?" Braze asked as he started to reach the front entrance of the establishment.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

Razmir punched the machine. The metal didn't dent. Well, it hadn't been a hard punch. He'd put barely enough power behind it to let some steam out at the complete nothing the slots machine displayed.

He slumped over the machine. At the edge of his hearing there was some kind of buzzing, an insistent noise that rose abruptly, like a speeder being turned on and off again, until it eventually subsided. He grimaced at that.

Razmir downed the rest of the whiskey and stood from his spot. He made it barely to the end of his row of slots machines when a Zeltron practically threw himself at him. He caught the man in his arms out of reflex more than anything.

"Watch where you're going, slimeball," Raz yelled. The music probably bled from his headphones, he'd had the volume set so high.

He only noticed the white haired kid holding onto the Zeltron's arm a moment later.

Xoff Chantin Braze

 

[Xoff Chantin]

Outfit: Something Nice

Spoiler: Loadout

• Vixen's Vault
• FFS Utility Belt
• Beauty Blades
• Bond-Lock Pomade
• ClearView Essence: Perfume
• Code Breaker Card
• Covert Compact
• Covert Kiss: Laser Lipstick
• Covert PurseGlow Guard
• HushCuffs
• Nite Night Nails: Polish
• Phantom Fresh
• Processor Pendant
• Re-Pulse Ring
• SlyTie
• Vixen's Vambrace

Xoff's voice dropped, low and uncharacteristically masculine the moment the kidnapper brought up his daughter.

"Jo'Han Felcado. The Jedi murderer of Wosi Joc Pridbu, amongst countless others in the outer rim?"

Xoff's voice was venom. "That Jo'Han Felcado? Yeah. I think it rings a few bells. I'm surprised you came all the way to find little old me to question. I heard the Jedi Order already got a head start on the investigation delivered right to their doorstep."

Admittedly, Xoff had little to do with the slain Jedi beyond the assisting in setting up the bounty listing. The Mandalorian had sent the package of their own volition.

What disturbed Xoff most was the condition Wosi's body was found in. The yacht was discovered several systems away, abandoned and the head of the Job Kajidic was... portioned out for consumption. By a lightsaber. It didn't line up with the bounty hunter's descriptions of the conflict, the ship should've remained on Hoth.

But whatever that Jo'Han let loose deserved the same treatment as the Jedi itself.

"If you so much as lay a finger on Jobbi, you're going to need a lot more cybernetics than just the jaw, boy." The Zeltron's voice was a growl.

Xoff was bound and lifted by the force. He had no tricks up his sleeve. But he meant that threat with every fiber of his being - and that emotion transmitted through clearly enough to any in the vicinity.

Braze | Razmir Tezhyn​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Xoff Chantin Razmir Tezhyn

◆ Equipment Loadout

◆ Head & Neck
• Lightveil Circlet
• Charms x3
• Iroai Amulate
• Echani Silver Whistle
• Jedi Crusader Pendant

◆ Outerwear
• Braze’s Dueling Cape
• Phantom Mist Projector

◆ Arm Equipment
• Right: Saber-Claws Gauntlet
• Left: Saberbreaker Gauntlet

◆ Weapons
• Mysterious Lightsaber
• G.O.O. Gun

◆ Utilities & Cosmetics
• Compact Mister
• Essence of Zeltros Compact

◆ Miscellaneous
• Psych Egg x3
• Gidgit

Braze didn't seem to mind the onlooker Xoff had collapsed toward. With surprising strength for someone so small, he hauled the Zeltron up and away like dead weight.

But at the next words out of Xoff's mouth, Braze shifted. The calm had gone taut; all that composure the little jedi had boiling over just enough to let Xoff know there was fire under the ice.

He dropped the hold only to seize Xoff by the front of his shirt, yanking him roughly down to eye level. With a sharp pivot, he slammed the Zeltron's back and shoulders into the nearest wall. Hard.

His voice was low, but there was nothing soft about it.

"Keep making jokes about what your organization sent to where our younglings play—"
He paused not breaking eye contact as what Xoff said seemed to have stirred some sense of fiery righteous furry with in the small creature.
"—and I will make sure you never see her again."

 

[Xoff Chantin]

Outfit: Something Nice

Spoiler: Loadout

• Vixen's Vault
• FFS Utility Belt
• Beauty Blades
• Bond-Lock Pomade
• ClearView Essence: Perfume
• Code Breaker Card
• Covert Compact
• Covert Kiss: Laser Lipstick
• Covert PurseGlow Guard
• HushCuffs
• Nite Night Nails: Polish
• Phantom Fresh
• Processor Pendant
• Re-Pulse Ring
• SlyTie
• Vixen's Vambrace

Silence.

Silence and tears. The intoxicant mist didn't help matters, but the underlying threat was received by Xoff - even if the Jedi hadn't intended it as a lethal threat on the child.

There was no safe way to break free without risk of retribution falling onto his daughter.

The thought of leaving her at the arcade made his chest ache, his heart felt like it sunk into his belly. His answer was betrayed by a faint wobble of his chin and lip.

He didn't fear for his life. He didn't fear for his daughter discovering more about her parent's life of crime.

He feared that someday, the light that shone in her eyes when she spoke for hours about the Jedi would fade. That childlike idolization and desire to be one of them. He feared her perspective would become as jaded as his own.

Or, worse, that she would grow into another Jo'Han - or this youth holding him with the force and by his collar.

So Xoff bit his tongue, held back the venom that sought to poison his words, and simply glared back. There would be a time to retaliate, but not now. Not here.

Braze | Razmir Tezhyn​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Xoff Chantin Razmir Tezhyn

◆ Equipment Loadout

◆ Head & Neck
• Lightveil Circlet
• Charms x3
• Iroai Amulate
• Echani Silver Whistle
• Jedi Crusader Pendant

◆ Outerwear
• Braze’s Dueling Cape
• Phantom Mist Projector

◆ Arm Equipment
• Right: Saber-Claws Gauntlet
• Left: Saberbreaker Gauntlet

◆ Weapons
• Mysterious Lightsaber
• G.O.O. Gun

◆ Utilities & Cosmetics
• Compact Mister
• Essence of Zeltros Compact

◆ Miscellaneous
• Psych Egg x3
• Gidgit

Once Xoff seemed to settle, Braze let out a huffed breath through his prosthetic in an agitated hiss escaping between clenched teeth. He hauled the Zeltron back onto his own two feet, not gently, but not cruelly either. Just firm.

Without another word, he turned and tried once more to lead Xoff out of the establishment.