Improvisation Makes For a Strange Stage

[Dinah Vekarr]

Planet: Nar Shaddaa
Location: A Frequented Plaza Club

Clearing the landing pad security was the easy part. It was places like Nar Shaddaa that often felt the safest if you simply stayed on your ship. But that was a memo that very few ever took the time to read, let alone consider.

Once she'd left the security checkpoint out of sight she could almost feel the eyes and ears glued on her, some less welcoming of a woman dressed to play the part of either a trader or a middle class upstart. A consideration she pinned in her mind cautiously but one she wasn't overly concerned with as the club she was looking for came into view.

If there was one thing she appreciated about Nar Shaddaa, above all others, it was the frequency of clubs and the ability to find them without having to search for too long. And it wasn't a difficult one to find, considering the plethora of spacers passing through. If she was trying to find a Hutt or a cartel she need only contact her cousin or enter the shadier parts of the planets compounds.

Hutts weren't hard to find if you had something they wanted.

Pushing through a crowd collecting outside the club she perked up at the faint but easily noticeable sound of a wookiee reached Dinah's ear. She'd expected him to be late, but it wasn't characteristic for her mothers contacts to disappoint. The only problem, given how many were now eyeing her as she skated her way through the crowd, was finding him before someone else found her.

Normally she'd have ducked under the radar by cloaking herself with the Force, a nifty trick she'd taught herself while running a shipment of rifles through the Kessel Sector, but today she was content with being noticed on the chance she might find a job or make a friend. It was in the time she'd taken to consider that notion that she slipped to the table she'd been looking for.

She wasn't one for seating herself so obviously, but when sitting next to a wookiee some might consider you safer than most.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

In between works, he would check out the districts around his company HQ. It has been months since he had any issue with the common thugs or thief dwelling the surrounding areas. The families where happy and the investment lowered the crime rate in those places...much to Acaleus boredom. He could command invasions or defenses from larger forces, but right now there wasnt a faction that would drive his attention, nor a present enemy.

In the present time he was walking in the streets with no weapons for the unexperience eye. No one would think that he has the two wrist lightsaber, even for someone of his reputation. The streets where filled with citizens as always, but the reason for his walk was driven by a certain Jawa, owner of a mining station of matrix armor. Her club was a couple of blocks away, and because of his experience, it wasnt wise to drive and park your speeder there. The place was overrun by thugs, thiefs and unfriendly mercenaries.


A seemingly drunk mynersh stumble by Acaleus but was thrown at a wall on the other side of the street, with one of his four arms holding a wallet. Acaleus wallet "In other times i would cut the arm, but breaking it will make you remember to watch for the face" said forming a punch with his right hand while standing at four meters of the thief. The force broke his arm and stop supporting the levitating idiot, who fell to the floor crying. Acaleus continue walking towards his destiny, with the people letting him pass, and his wallet flying back. He had a reputation, and he would remind anyone who forgot about it.

[member="Dinah Vekarr"]

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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The Plaza Club, Nar Shaddaa, Hutt Space, The Mid Rim​

Interacting With: [member='Dinah Vekarr']​

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The force on Nar Shaddaa was like a haze, it was inevitable, with so many billions of people, and especially so many with such varied motives, such a balance between the dark and the light. It was comforting to Aryn, being surrounded by such a presence, and yet at the same time it was overwhelming, it clouded his sight and his feelings. It was almost meditative to be in such a place, and it was one of the reasons that Aryn found himself here so often - that, and the cheap drinks. And yet, even as Aryn sat in the club alone, at a corner table towards the back with a glass of some strong, colourful liquid in his hand, that he felt a ripple, a shift in the flow of the force over Nar Shaddaa. Turning his gaze toward the entrance of the club, he could pinpoint it in a matter of moments.

As he laid his eyes upon the woman who wandered into the club, he found himself among a crowd of many eyes, he was sure that not all the eyes watching her had felt what he had, it was possible that indeed none of them had at all. As she took her seat beside the wookiee, he saw as most eyes turned back away, few were willing to push their luck in the presence of a creature that could tear their arms off without breaking a sweat. In fact, even Aryn was hesitant to do so, what should he have done? Wandered up and taken a seat across from this woman, right in the reach of her wookiee companion who could be ready to attack the moment someone looked at her wrong? No, that would have been foolish.

But he could see the force flowing through her, he could feel it, flowing from her as it did from him. He chose to focus on that, taking the waves which radiated out from him and turning them, beginning to focus them on her own signature. He had only attempted such an effort once or twice before, and whether or not she would feel anything more than a slight prick in the force around her, he had no idea. But she had piqued his curiosity and disrupted his meditation.

 

[Dinah Vekarr]

A sweep of a glance here, and a tilted glance there, Dinah observed the occupants of the club carefully as her companion described his journey to Nar Shaddaa. While she was oft impressed with the wookiee's detailed stories of adventure and hardship, she felt more at peace in her mind in any situation to take to the Force in observation of all things; something her education had expressed time and time again.

And so it did not escape her attention that someone used the Force just outside of the club, nor the tingle in the Force that someone was observing her through the Force. Glancing first towards the entrance of the club the young smuggler watched quietly as a man, seemingly burdened with purpose, made their way into the club. Closing her eyes she laid a hand on her companion's arm and directed his attention to the newcomer.

Tapping in to the Force, stretching out her feelings, she sought to acknowledge the individual who had probed her their own ability. Turning her head she opened her eyes and peered at a man who gave her the feeling of a warrior, and yet he did not appear so as extensively on the surface. Trusting in her initial feeling rather than her eyes, she turned her glance from the man to the chair across from her.

While it had not occurred to her at first who the man she'd first observed was, her impression of him told her that he was not completely unfamiliar. And while action was the course one might take to discern such an individual's identity, she was more than content to do as she was most comfortable: wait and observe.

[member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Aryn Teth"]

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Music and liquor filled the entire club. He ordered a glass of rum on the bar and entered approach to the entrance of the private room with two guards (and at least three more hidden nearby) "Lady Canela is busy with another appointment. She said to wait around until the call you" the guards were armed by blaster guns but no melee weapons hidden in their clothes.

If the hutt accepted the deal he would propose, the quality of the production in Enryu Corp would improve, at a cost he was willing to make. For now, Acaleus would wait, keeping track with the one cloaking its presence and the other investigating that cloak. It was good keeping track of any would-be dangeours presence, but now that he meditate about, keeping contract with force user mercenaries that knew how to handle themself would be a good investment for the security of the cargo transported from the mine to his company in this planet. He first approached a free table, paying off the ones sitting there with a couple of credits. Then called for the waitress and whisper him something.

Moments later the worker approach the two ([member='Aryn Teth'] [member='Dinah Vekarr'] ) telling them the same message "The one with the hood wants to speak with you for a job offer" Acaleus sat on the table waiting if any of them came close. By now he knew that the brawl he had earlier with the thief would have been notice by them, but that was a good news. They would know not to mess with him.

 

[Dinah Vekarr]

It had not taken long for one of the two men in the club to take notice of her. Though she had hardly expected either of the to go an entire day without noticing her, regardless of her presence in the Force. She was not hiding the context of her visit, nor was it common for one to sit next to a wookiee and be considered incapable. As such, she was far from surprised when the worker approached her table and made note that the man she had observed earlier was seeking an audience with her.

Laying her hand on the wookiee's arm once more, turning her head up and giving him a knowing look, she slid out from the safety of her booth and turned to look towards the hooded man's location. She could feel the Force react to his emotion, what felt like a swell of confidence mixed with that of reservation. It was during her brief moment of introspection and assessment that she felt Dawaara press past her towards the man in question; a gesture she took in kind and followed closely.

It wasn't until they reached the table that she made her presence with the wookiee known, hanging back just a bit as the wookiee communicated their arrival in an aggravated manner. It was then that she was unsure if the man was capable of recognizing the common speech of wookiees and stepped around her furry friend to better see and address their would be employer.

"What my friend means to say is," She explained with a calm tone, hardly concerned with the man's display outside or his bravado of mysteriousness. "He doesn't like your style of business."

[member="Acaleus Thorn"]