In the Underworld, the Cockroach Reigns Supreme(Coruscant/Open)

[Christian Slade]

Coruscant​

Undercity​

It had been almost a year...

A year since Christian had found himself on Coruscant. A year since he'd purchased a small bar called the Soggy Gungan in the Black District of Coruscant. A year since he'd taken over one of the bigger local gangs on the planet and began calling the shots, one of which was renaming them The Black Alchemists. A year since he'd begun pressuring out the owners of a few of the local casinos, first starting with The Snake Eyes Casino, and then moving up and into the wealthier districts to claim The Twin Peaks Casino and resort and The White Diamond Casino which was in the shape of a brilliant and eye catching dome that was an almost blinding white color.

It had been a good year for him, and his plans of expansion from Zeltros had gone perfectly, but he still hand't been able to begin work on Corellia, which was his next stop in his plans when he left Coruscant. The deeds to the Casinos on Coruscant had been purchased for a fair price, and the only thing possibly outside the law that he'd were the few, tense, conversations he'd had with the previous owners of the establishments, but in the end their pockets had been filled and they had been sent on their way richer men than they had been. That was why he was in about the best possible position he'd been in since conception of his company, Slade Industries, but like every company, it would take it's hits. He, however, was not the type to let a few problems get in the way of the empire he was building on some of the most lucrative planets in the galaxy. No, he'd push forth and continue to take the galaxy by storm, but behind the curtain where he would be safe. He knew that the curtains he'd chosen hadn't been armor plated or made of an impenetrable fabric, but he was also well aware that you couldn't kill the snake you couldn't see.

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A few nights prior to his journey to Corellia to begin work on expanding his Company and growing Empire of gambling and vacation attractions, Christian received and urgent message from his Overlord of the Black Alchemist gang...

"Mr. Slade!", a hurried, but deep and mean sounding voice rang out over the comm on his desk in his office where he'd been for quite some time. He'd set up the office in his current crowned jewel on Coruscant, The White Diamond, where he was working on his plans for Corellia. Reaching over to the comm, Christian opened the channel, though his golden eyes were still very carefully scanning the countless pages he'd laid out before him on his desk, hand written with care over hours and hours of self deliberation.

"What could you possible want at this hour, Kane?", Christian responded in an even deeper and very displeased voice as he reached over and plucked a glass of whiskey from the desk. He pulled it to him and held it up to his lips, stopping and refusing to take a sip only when he'd heard what his Overlord had to share.

"Two rival gangs are encroaching on our territory...", he said with as serious a tone as he could muster. In that moment, Christian's golden eyes turned down and stared into the golden brown liquid in his glass, the next second turning it up and downing the full drink in a couple of gulps, knowing that he'd be needing it that night. As he did, he thought about what a brutish man Kane was, but he was well spoken despite his rough and grungy image.

Rising from his chair, Christian reached out and set the glass on the desk again, the ice withing shifting with a "Clink!", as he reached over and opened the channel again. "I'm on my way. Gather your men.", he said with an irritated sounding voice.

It was going to be a long night...

 

[Kazen]

Kazen had been hired by a local gang who hated the Black Alchemists. They paid handsomely. So handsomely that he somehow managed to forget the name of the gang. He had been hired to attack [member="Christian Slade"] and he intended to do just that. Or at least antagonize him. And Kazen knew just how to draw him out. Kazen told one of the gangsters under his command to follow him into the alleyway. 'These gangsters would do anything I say.' Thought Kazen. Kazen put one of his four arms over the gangster's mouth as he stabbed him. He dropped the gangster into his speeder and dropped the body from above the casino and the body onto the steps of the White Diamond. People screamed and Kazen smiled as he knew that he wouldn't be caught. His speeder was covered and he merely dropped a corpse from it. And that corpse would cause a loss in business for Mr. Slade.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Kazen"] |

Coruscant, Undercity, The White Diamond.

Concept of what Alicia looks like.​

Alicia Drey was an unknown entity to the regulars to the Casinos and establishments across the town, and yet, it couldn't be helped for someone like her to not of gone unnoticed by them. Whispers of a beautiful woman coming and going between establishments, such as The White Diamond, as well as locals bars such as The Lucky Den, where she had been seen with another mysterious woman in the form of Circe Savan. That particular night was still a vivid memory in Alicia's mind and it always brought a smile.

She wasn't particularly wealthy, but then she had her own wealth. Unknown to the local Coruscanti of the Undercity, Alicia Drey was Darth Ayra, known around the Sith circles to be a One Sith who worked in close conjunction with the New Order and League of Red. But that particular night, inside [member="Christian Slade"]'s establishment, just before all hell broke loose, Ayra was not on business for the Sith, rather, herself. It was her intention to become incredibly wealthy and powerful in the Undercity, of not only Coruscant, but other worlds as well. Why? Well, that remained to be seen.

Alas, Alicia Drey was new to this game. As Darth Ayra, she was known to be a hybrid of three particular skill sets: Sith Marauder, Sith Soldier and Sith Assassin. She had the knowledge and capabilities to be a one man army, as the Mandalorians had once suffered on Aeten II. With her skill set as an Assassin, as well as her clandestine and covert training as a soldier, it could be presumed that she would be rather good at this. But that was sneaking into buildings, taking out targets without them knowing who had killed them and such. Manipulation, deception, the use of her looks and brain, in this type of situation, was a completely different game. "But I guess that is what happens, when someone like Pandeima takes you under their wing," she thought to herself.

Smiling at the man she was talking with at a casino table, she slid over a chip to participate in a bet. The game was Pazaak and she understood the rules well enough, but like all games in The White Diamond, it was all guess work and luck. Just as the game was about to go ahead, there was a disturbance at the entrance and a scream. Alicia rose from her table and went to investigate the trouble that [member="Kazen"] had just caused...

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

The White Diamond, Undercity.

This city was one that was all too familiar. Coruscant, home to scum and gamblers alike with their issues and urges to make a quick pocket full of credits. The White Diamond being no exception, even with its higher-up costumers there was still a sense of greed and lust in the air that was almost intoxicating. Just outside, the citizens talked among themselves in the damp streets while beggars and other lowlifes minded their own business. They knew better than to plead for food or even shelter, typically rejected by the heartless and wealthy. Wastes of time. In the darkness of the outside wall, a fully armor clad man stood over the corpse of some hot-shot who decided to make a bet that he could win in a fist fight, but was sadly mistaken- dead wrong, rather. Pathollex leaned down and jerked free the credits from the dead man's tightly clenched left hand, not uttering even a noise.

"Showed you who to frack with, pretty boy."

He exited the alley, making his way down the street opposite of where The White Diamond's entrance was, suddenly halting in his tracks at the scream resonating throughout the area. He turned around, his gaze beset by the commotion of gang violence.

Typical... this kind of poodoo always happens on a night like this in the Underworld...

The hilt of the Jedi Hunter's lightsaber caught the light of a street lamp, glimmering with anticipation to show up those who wished to cause a minor inconvenience; at least, this is what Pathollex thought of such petty crimes.

[member="Darth Ayra"] @Kazen [member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Long, calm strides took Christian Slade across his office to a door that flew open and lead to a metal lift. It was the turbo lift that had been on the other end of his office for quick access to the room which was stationed a few hundred feet below the Casino in case of emergency. The lift doors quickly snapped shut and in a few seconds he was on the ground floor of the White Diamond Casino, his pride and joy which was presently not in the right mood that it should have been. He could tell that by the tensed up patrons who were all watching the entrance with fear in the back of their minds after having heard the screams of terror.

Emerging from a back room set behind the bar, Christian strode through the bartenders and waitresses gathered there all trading whispers about what was going on, falling silent as their employer passed them. As he descended into the pit, everyone hushed, games stopped and many eyes drew to the man as he made it to the doors. Pushing through them, Christian walked out and scaled the steps to where a few people had gathered around a ruined man's body lying dead. Reaching out to the men and women around the man, Christian, who stood a head taller than the tallest man, pushed past them and stopped to see the scene with his own, brilliant golden eyes. "What happened here?", he asked, questioning the people who were taken by the sight of him and hesitant to answer. After a few tense moments, one man grew brave and responded to Christian saying, "At first I thought this man had taken his own life, but he looks a little beat up. I think he was thrown from the roof."

His sculpted jaw tightened in frustration as he glanced back and forth at the people there, all of them wearing very honest, yet concerned glances, and he knew that there were no liars amongst them. When he reached this realization, he knew that there was someone playing at him, pulling strings behind thugs like the ones that had been filling the streets of the lower districts neighboring theirs which was brimming with a higher class of Coruscanti citizens. "Sir!", one man called out from behind him, to which he turned and said, "Where have you been?"

"I was investigating this happening a few minutes ago.", the head of his Casino security claimed as three other men rushed out and began cleaning up the scene. Two of them began carefully pulling the man's arms and legs together as the third laid out a body bag that they were going to place him in so that they could alleviate the patrons of the gruesome sight. "I've dispatched all available security to search for the culprit in our building, but we believe he's already fled the area.", he said, a blaster in one hand and a radio comm in the other. "He's already gone.", Christian said with a frustrated and deep voice as he turned and began walking up the steps slowly as he began to think of what his next move would be. It took him but a moment to decide, and when he pushed through the doors of his Casino he stopped and looked around the entire, massive gambling pit at the base floor. Turning to his head of security he said, "Call the others back and have them show all of our guests out from the other floors."

The head of his security wasted no time and rushed off, chattering with the others on his radio comm as he did. The next moment, Christian scanned his eyes across the room at all of the concerned faces of his patrons, his golden eyes hesitating only when he saw one, singularly beautiful face. His golden eyes stopped on Alicia Drey([member="Darth Ayra"]) for a moment, his jaw rolling as he clicked his tongue withing his closed mouth as if to hint to himself at his interest.

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Quickly, though, he diverted his attention to the rest of the room, his voice deep and powerful, grabbing the attention of everyone present as he said, "My apologies for the disruption, but it seems that a man has taken his own life tonight. Please allow a moment of silence in order to wish him well in the next life..."

"..."

"We appreciate all of you for visiting us tonight, but our doors will be closing for the evening as we clean things up and prepare in order to open our doors to you tomorrow. You will be reimbursed your winnings twice over for your trouble tonight and we humbly request that you visit us again in the near future. Please have a good night.", he said, finishing what he had to saw and bowing to them all ever so slightly, to which he received rather pleased glances, most wearing smiles, but all respecting his request and happy to receive double their winnings in good faith from the man. As they all began gathering their things, the dealers and game masters began awarding customers twice their winnings, and one by one they began to file out of the building, passing Christian Slade as he walked in the opposite direction of all of them, both of his large, powerful arms lifting up to wrap across his chest as he watched the ground in front of him and lost himself in thought...

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"] - [member="Kazen"]

 

[Teslar Rantarus]

The Corusant Underworld, why had the lizard come here? Because he needed mining rights for a particularly wealth asteroid field that field being the Roche asteroid field and he had finally managed to contact someone able to deliver.Enter a gand named Torke they planned to meet at the White Diamond Casino but as he reached the entrance sentients began to pour out he managed to catch the gand as he walked by "Torke we must speak about those mining rights." The gand looked up at him with a gleeful face, for it seemed that he had won big time not to mention the double winnings "Of course lizard! Come, we will do business in the Jawa & The Hutt its just down the street." As he walked with the gand Teslar looked back towards the White Diamond only to see [member="Christian Slade"] a man he recognized from Korriban. His mind flashed back to that day when Teslar had met the man they being the only ones to leave as the other individuals fought amongst themselves like a bunch of caged monkeys.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Coruscant, Undercity, The White Diamond.

| [member="Teslar Rantarus"] | [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Kazen"] |

The patrons had gathered at the front of the The White Diamond, to inspect the body left behind by [member="Kazen"]. Alicia had taken a quick glimpse of the body, to determine if she was in any immediate danger. She didn't feel like she was; to her, this seemed to be a scare tactic to instigate and put fear into the patrons and customers that were currently in the casino. "But why?" she thought to herself. Now at the back of the crowd, having moved away so as to not be caught among all those there, she found herself locking eyes with [member="Christian Slade"]. It was only for the briefest of seconds, before he averted his gaze away from her.

Alicia listened to him intently as he spoke across the among. He was a powerful man, was what she garnered in the ensuing speech. After he finished speaking, she began to walk to the side lines, drifting. Her gaze turned away from him, to the approaching security guard. "Madam, we're closing for the night..."
"I am well aware, thank you." Continuing her leisurely pace towards the exit, Alicia passed Christian by. She lifted a hand and slid it across his right shoulder, down the back of his arm to middle before allowing her hand to drop back to the side, winking as she walked away.

"It's a shame we couldn't have a drink, handsome. Maybe, next time?" she asked, with a grin.

Moving towards the entrance, she came to a stop and approached the desk, sliding over card she had been given when she had first entered the establishment. The few winnings Alicia had won- doubled, thanks to Christian's generosity- were wired to her account. Her coat was also passed along, from which she carried outside and proceeded to place onto herself, covering her upper body for warmth. After, she raised a hand to the hair clip that was pinning her hair together and allowed it drop, literally letting her hair down. Placing the clip and her purse into the pocket of jacket, she proceeded in the direction of [member="Teslar Rantarus"] and his contact, towards The Jawa & The Hutt.

 

[Kazen]

Kazen looked through a pair of binoculars. He put them down and jumped into his speeder. He flew to the upper levels of Coruscant and landed his speeder in the parking zone of a blood bank. He contacted his friend, Doctor Atzebim, and asked him to type up a list of fake prescriptions. Kazen loaded them into a data pad and got out of his speeder. He went into the bank. A twi'lek girl was behind the desk. "Hello madam. I have a list of prescriptions for blood." Kazen said in an innocent tone. "Alright sir. Which hospital are you sent from a local or non local?" She asked. "I was sent from Utapau." He said. "And you need Utapaun blood?" She asked as she typed up his order. "No. Human." He said. She scanned the prescription and two workers brought out six very large vats of blood. Kazen called in for a shuttle to carry the blood with. The gang who hired him sent the shuttle and Kazen left one hundred credits with the twi'lek. The workers at the bank loaded the blood and Kazen left. He had the blood taken to the sewers beneath the White Diamond. "The White Diamond water supply is located directly above us in a large recycling vat that recycles the water. I need you to drain the water in the fire sprinklers. Then I need you to inject this blood into it." Kazen ordered the two gangsters he took with him. Kazen gave a smoke bomb to one of the gangsters, a barabel, who stood outside the casino. "Send in the bomb. The blood is in the sprinklers." Kazen ordered the barabel. The barabel tossed the smoke bomb into the casino as people played games and laughed (most were unaware of the mess that took place the previous day). The smoke caused the sprinklers to go off. The sprinklers showered blood unto the unsuspecting crowd and people screamed as Kazen watched through his binoculars and giggled. [member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian began to seethe as he stood there thinking as many of his customers filed out of his Casino. This was not how it was supposed to be. They were supposed to be lining up outside his doors in order to get into the Casinos he owned. Not only that, but the gang that he controlled was gathering in the lower sectors of the Undercity to prepare for war, which drove his frustration even further.

Without warning, Christian's hands tightened into fists and a wave of potent dark side energy ruptured from his core and washed over the area, though only those with a touch to the force would have felt such a thing. Without warning, a few of the patrons who were unaware of their connections to the force fainted, one after another, into the arms of their dates or those around them who cared to help them. Raising his head, Christian realized what he'd done as a delicate hand traced across his shoulder, down his arm and down his back.

The moment [member="Alicia Drey"] had touched him he could sense her connection to the dark side, which was a formidable one from what he could tell. It was almost soothing to feel, sending a shiver across his upper body, down his arms and to his fingertips as his nostrils inhaled her sweet scent. That one action was enough to draw his attention away from making sure everyone in the Casino left at haste and without complication. Turning, Christian followed the woman out the door, golden eyes bearing into her as he watched her remove her put on her coat and let down her hair. He hurried down the steps behind her, weaving through the others who were finding their ways to their vehicles and to speeder taxis stationed just at the bottom of the steps to the Casino.

Without warning, Christian reached up and snatched the woman by the army with a firm grip, yet not one too hard that it would hurt her. When they connected eyes again, Christian's piercing gold eyes bore into the woman's own with a calculating look on his face, brunette ribbons of hair hanging down from his head as he bore down on her. "Or maybe we can have it now.", he said, very much intent on getting to know the woman who'd been playing games with him. He could see himself needing the help when he caught up with his Overlord enforcer.

Turning with the woman, Christian showed her down the steps to a black, extended, luxury speeder that a young, well dress Zeltroni man was standing next to. When they reached the speeder, Christian released her as the Zeltroni man opened the door. "Get in.", he said with a firm and commanding voice.

"I have something that I'd like to discuss with you..."

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Teslar Rantarus"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"] - [member="Kazen"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

Coruscant, Undercity, Outside of The White Diamond.

| [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Teslar Rantarus"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Kazen"] |

Unknown to her currently to the events that unfolded in The White Diamond after her departure, with [member="Kazen"]'s next tactic taking place, the secretive Sith Lord continued to make her way down the street...

It was Ayra's intentions to retire to the inn that she had checked into that day, where she would then take a transport to the Upper City districts of Coruscant city upon the next, where the One Sith, their service men, women, aliens and affiliates were currently stationed. It had always been an aspiration of Darth Ayra to see Coruscant subverted from the control of the Galactic Republic, with galactic center, for all it's wealth, commerce and power falling under the control of Sith hegemony, subsequently foretelling the end of the Jedi Order. It was much like a beast rising up within the heart of the Republic, sniffing the air before being unleashed by it's guides, anointing them the rulers of the galaxy, consequentially crushing all those who opposed them. The Sith had come to Coruscant, the Jedi had opposed them and thus the Dark side of the Force, with the One Sith as it's guide, had crushed all opposition.

Then she heard footsteps and an arm grip her. Instincts began to kick in. Whoever it was on the end of that arm currently curled around her own was in for trouble; a calamitous mistake on their part for whatever nefarious deed they had come up with for her. She was in the bowls of Coruscant city, currently under the occupation of the One Sith and thus, whatever the Republic and the Jedi Order had kept at bay in this deepest, darkest vein, now had the opportunity and subsequent need to rise and take what was theirs.

Her sulfuric, yellow eyes squinted into a predatory glare as she averted her gaze from The Jawa & The Hutt towards the individual that had gripped her. Her other hand was in the motion of rising, a swift K'tara strike to the back of the mans neck, where the spinal cord connected to the brain would end the man in a state of unconsciousness, paralysis or death, if she hit him hard enough. "Don't," whispered something. She hesitated, stopped. "Don't," it whispered. The Dark side. It was telling her to think, to wait, to figure out the situation she found herself in, to analyze in the brief seconds between the choice of taking out the other who had gripped her arm or to allow herself to be mugged or worse.

"I would of sensed and heard anyone sneaking up on me," thought Darth Ayra. "But whoever this is, managed to get the drop on me. Furthermore, the grip on my arm is tight, but not enough to hurt. They are attempting to stop me, to gain my attention... and there, I feel it, sense it. This man is Force-sensitive, a powerful one... the Dark side is there."

Through the annuals of a Chaotic mind, mixed into the physical vessel of beauty, another decision was made, with the Force as her guide; and the woman that turned towards [member="Christian Slade"] remained Alicia Drey.

For the moment.

Stumbling slightly as Christian tugged her arm, she caught herself and turned to face the Kingpin of the Undercity; her yellow, sulfuric eyes returning to normal as she locked them onto his own. "You startled me... Oh, it's you Mr. Slade." She leaned her head to the side, Alicia went to say. "What can I-" When he began to speak, guiding her to the luxury speeder that had pulled up beside them. Briefly scanning the Zeltroni driver, Alicia found herself sat in the back of the vehicle, a look of bemusement and curiosity itched across her features.

"You do seem eager, for a drink, Mr. Slade," she said, with a grin. Crossing one leg over the other and reclining slightly into her seat, she asked. "What can a girl like me do to help a man such as yourself?" Leaning her chin and cheek on her fingers, propping her elbow on the arm rest beside her, she played with a strand of hair with her index finger as she studied him. "I felt the Dark side, but let us see who you really are..." Alicia thought to herself, as she watched him.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian followed the young woman into the back of his speeder, shutting the door behind him. The Zeltroni driver made his way around the vehicle and got in, to which a hurried looking Christian Slade said, "Get to the Black District, NOW!", he barked at the man in that same deep voice his father had gifted him long ago. He then leaned up from his seat and pulled one arm out of his duster, slinging the rest of it off of his shoulders and onto the floor of the vehicle, revealing a right, sleeveless black shirt and a black leather holster strapped across his chest, upper and lower back. On either side of the holster, beneath each of his arms, was a silver plated saber, both adorned in ancient Sith etchings scraped into the hilts from top to bottom.

The next moment, Christian reached out and popped open a small, refrigerated compartment that had a couple bottle inside. He pulled one of the bottles out that had a dark brown liquid sloshing around at the behest of the Zeltroni man's driving and sat it on the seat between he and [member="Alicia Drey"]. He then plucked a short topped whiskey glasses from a shelf below the compartment and dipped the glass in a small ice bucket inside before retrieving them. Finally he sat back and picked up the bottle, using the force to spin the cap and flip it to the floorboard.

"Let's not play games.", Christian said firmly as he took the bottle tipped it over the edge of the glass filling it halfway up. He then reached out and handed the glass to Alicia before finally letting his back fall against the cushioned seat behind him. As he did, he sighed and raised his free hand to run it through his long, brunette hair, smoothing it back over the top of his head as he raised the bottle with the other. He tipped the top of it against his bottom lip and let it's contents poor out into his mouth, which had gotten dry in the heat of the moment, but the honey whiskey that was currently stinging his tongue was exactly what he needed to quench his thirst as they neared the district where hundreds of thugs, dealers, gang members and small time slicers and smugglers gathered based on their relations to the local gangs of the city. It was going to be a bloodbath, and Christian knew he might need the help.

"I know you carry the taint of darkness in your heart, just as I do.", he finally said after gulping down a his mouth full of whiskey. "That's why I wanted to speak with you. I've got a little business to take care of in the Black District, and I'd greatly appreciate a little help from a beautiful devil like yourself.", he admitted, finally glancing over at the woman with those captivating golden eyes he had...

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"Whadda ya say?", he asked the woman, reaching over and clinking her glass with the length of his bottle. "You can name your price for helping me.", he said, leaning back as he turned up the bottle and took a few long swigs, using the alcohol to get into the right mindset for the chaos to come. His throat lurched out a couple of times as the liquid coursed down his through, stinging every inch of it as he polished off about half the bottle before turning it right sight up and gasping with a deep and satisfied breath.

"Join me in a blood bath tonight?"

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Teslar Rantarus"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"] - [member="Kazen"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Teslar Rantarus"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Kazen"] |

Alicia lifted the glass to her lips, her tiny face disappearing behind it's swirling content as she drowned it one gasp, enjoying the honey mixed in with the familiar, acidic taste of the liquor. When she lowered the glass from her lips, her eyes lifted back up from the glass to the Sith Lord. Leaning her head to the right, off her finger tips, she said. "So you felt it too, huh? I suppose we can forgo the formalities." Lowering the glass next to the bottle, she unfolded her left leg off her right knee, before alternating between them and switching positions.

Leaning her head back down onto her finger tips, she gestured to herself with her free hand. "As you can see, I'm not exactly in the right position to be fighting. Being beautiful has it's costs," Ayra said, with a wink. "I can help, if you can keep a secret." Lifting her index finger to her lips and murmuring, "Shh...", as a gesture, she said whilst lowering her hand back to her hip. "Nobody knows, you see? I prefer to keep it that way, you excluded, Mr. Slade. I came to Coruscant to make some contacts and some business. I'm very interested in the criminal underworld, and I know that, now Coruscant is under control of the Sith? Well, all those men, women and all kinds of people are about to take their opportunity; and I want to be there when they do, so I can grab some for myself."

Turning her gaze to the Zeltroni driver, Ayra told him her address, telling him to head towards her. Averting her gaze from the driver back to Christian, she said. "I'll need a change of clothes, to start of with." Covering her brief explanation of their change of course, she finished with. "I don't think we're on a first name basis. My name is Alicia Drey."

 

[Teslar Rantarus]

Following the gand into the cantina they walked to a booth at the back half of it in darkness the other half illuminated by a disfuntional light hanging from the ceiling. Taking a seat in the darkened part of the booth he waited for Torke as he ordered drinks pulling out a half empty bottle of Bloodsour. As the gand reached the table with a glass of whiskey Teslar sipped his Bloodsour and said "Shall we begin?" Torke pulled a file containing the mineral rights from his satchel and slid it across the table towards the barabel, the lizard opened it to make sure everything was there then he used his datapad to transfer the credits "Pleasure doing business Torke." he said putting away the bottle of Bloodsour and stuffed the mineral rights in his robe as he got up to leave. These were not something he wanted to lose in a mugging he thought as he quickly made his way back to the spaceport.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Standing just outside of the entrance of The White Diamond, Pathollex observed the streets, scanning each corner before turning towards the doors. This is possibly terrible judgement, mostly brought on from a round of liquor earlier in the evening. A lost man's decisions can be rather detrimental, no? The slummy, rancid bars were rather enticing in their grunge-ridden beauty. A treasure to the previously parched Jedi Hunter, being bored and slacking from whatever responsibility he had needed to attend to, and he'd be damned if he were going to pay such prices for a bottle at a overpriced casino. He drew his lightsaber from his hilt, igniting the extension of all his rage and slashing at the doors, effectively breaking them down and barging into the grand spectacle that was Mr. Slade's property. A fine establishment no doubt, but the Sith cared not for fancy attractions, only booze, credits, fighting, and military concerns.

If there were any security, now would be the time to spring into action or otherwise risk a drunken warrior of the Empire breaking even more property and stealing goods. The intoxicated predator of Jedi walked casually about the room, swiping at one of the many chairs to his right, causing it to fall over in a slightly rocking fashion. With the possible gang violence, who would stop the unrelenting drunk nut?

| Christian Slade | Teslar Rantarus | | Kazen | [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian noted the woman's wink and returned the gesture with a smirk...

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The next moment he reached over and held out the bottle of whiskey, filling her glass again before retrieving the bottle and leaning back in his seat. She was cute in a unique and playful way that he liked, something that would draw Christian to [member="Alicia Drey"], and it was as if she wasn't even trying. That was going to bother him, sooner or later, considering he'd never allowed himself to be it in the games of tag he'd played with women.

"You know...", he started to say, finally raising the bottle of whiskey up to his mouth and taking another couple big gulps again. "...I can help you with that.", he admitted, knowing now that it was absolutely no coincidence that this stunning young woman had been in his casino that night. She'd planned on meeting him in one way or another because her interests mirrored his own in regards to this planet and the many lucrative business options someone had given they had the resources to get something off the ground. She was as cunning as she was beautiful, something that was growing rapidly in appeal to the Sith Lord sitting next to her turning up gulps of whiskey and preparing to take countless, run down, dead end lives.

"We're almost there.", the young Zeltroni man called back to them from the front of the speeder. Just a few more turns and they'd be at the woman's home, or temporary residence, Christian had to figure. As they neared her home, though, Christian heard the woman mention that she wouldn't be able to fight of swarms of gang members if she were dressed like that. She confessed to him that she would have to change out of that pretty white dress she was currently wearing oh so well, and as smooth as he'd ever been, without missing a beat, Christian glanced over at [member="Alicia Drey"] and said, "Mind if I watch?"

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"] - [member="Teslar Rantarus"] - [member="Kazen"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

Coruscant, Undercity, Back of a Luxury Speeder.

| [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Kazen"] | [member="Teslar Rantarus"] |

Darth Ayra's eyes had turned to watch the passing lights and buildings that the Speeder drove by, the Zeltroni drive turning a corner by the time Christian had refilled her glass with the same, honey tasting whiskey. Although she maintained her persona as Alicia Drey to the Sith Lord she was sat beside, Christian Slade knew that was far more to the woman that he had locked eyes with in The White Diamond; and subsequently, another Sith Lord filled that vehicle that night. For the second night in a row, Ayra had encountered another enigma. First, the elusive Darth Pandeima, who she had shared relations with; and now this Christian Slade, seemingly weaving their way through the darkness of Coruscant's Undercity, the masters of the Dark side had found their way to each other down here, with devastating results for the local populace on the horizon.

Leaning forward to pick up her glass, Ayra wrapped her fingers around it's cylinder shape and lifted it back up to her lips, drowning it one go once more. Setting it back onto the table, she held out her hand for the whiskey bottle and waited for Christian to pass it over into her hand. Her very touch was soft, much like silk, as they commenced with the exchange. Reclining back into her seat, his eyes moving over her like a predator to prey, she lifted the bottle to her lips and took a swig. She lowered it gently from her lips, slowly, seductively, the very definition of them peeling off the tip in a slow moving revelation.

Biting the edges with her front teeth slightly, Ayra uncrossed her legs as the Speeder came to a stop. "Mind if I watch?" Christian asked. Grinning in return, she gestured for him to follow quietly, lowering the hand she had gestured with the door, opening it for her to step out into the chilly air. Bottle in hand, she took another swig of it before passing it back to the Kingpin; and when it was back in his grasp, she tugged her coat around her body. Leaning up to his ear, the scent of her honey breath engulfed the Sith Lord as she murmured. "You can watch, but you can't bite. Yet."

Leaning down from him, a gust of wind kicked up her hair slightly as she faced him. Still bellowing around her in the frosty night, Ayra began to cross the street. Incoming traffic was passing back and forth; and seemingly, for a brief moment, it looked as if another speeder, less luxurious than the one she had just exited, was about to hit her. Caught in it's head lights, Christian Slade caught another glimpse of her power...

...her hand lifted and the Dark side of the Force commanded the speeder to stop. Her sulfuric, yellow eyes gleamed in the engulfing light and the air seemed to die in this moment of time. Locked with the driver momentarily, who had begun to rise out of his seat and out of the window to unleash a barrage of swears in Basic, subsequently froze as well when glimpsed with the Sith Lord that stood before him. Ayra turned her eyes to Christian and smiled, nefariously. Continuing to cross the street, the other vehicles had seemingly stopped by their own will, like something invisible had told them to stop. On the other side of the street, she came to a halt outside The Golden Inn and entered the establishment.

Waving her hand to the Twi'lek at the bar desk, Ayra to said to him. "He is with me." Gesturing to Christian, she then came to a stop at the lift, allowing her hand to rise up to the button and calling for the lift to come down for them to enter it. Her gaze was on the series of numbers that were descending at each interval, indicating that the lift was coming down via the floors the numbers represented. But she could feel Christian watching; and that was satisfying, indeed.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian drew in a slow, but deep breath as they waited for the lift to reach the ground floor. His blood was running hot the more and more he watched this woman, and he was strongly considering just fighting this woman into her room when they reached her floor and spending the night there, despite the chaos in the Black District. Frankly, every one of those gang members, including his own, could all go to hell if he could manage to share the bed of the woman who was currently, intentionally, standing directly in front of him in that tight, white dress. She was perky, supple, young and playful, and it made the Casino owning trillionaire go increasingly mad, every second more he had to stand there watching her and restraining himself.

The next moment, though, Christian reached out and gripped either metal edge of the lift, letting his head dip down ever so slightly as if he were admitting defeat. It was actually painful to restrain himself, but he had too, and the next second his mind had wondered off to other things to keep him from losing control. Another young, and very beautiful, woman he'd spent time with. Not all of his time, in fact he'd only spent very little time with her, but what time he was able to share with the young beauty had been worth it. He wanted more from her, but he didn't and hadn't known what they were to one another. He hadn't known what she meant to him...

"Ding!"

The elevator door slid open and Christian's head raised up, his golden eyes scouring every inch of [member="Alicia Drey"] as her hips swayed with every step that she took until she turned inside the lift with an expectant look upon her face. After she was situated, Christian pushed off the edges of the lift to straighten himself up and stepped inside with the woman, standing right next to her. As the lift activated, they both shifted, which Christian took as an opportunity to toy with the woman. As the lift shifted, Christian let himself fall towards the woman, his bicep bumping into her shoulder to throw her balance for but a moment. As he readjusted himself and gathered his balance, Christian smirked, suppressing a laugh and feigned and apology as he said, "Oh... Sorry miss."

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"] - [member="Kazen"] - [member="Teslar Rantarus"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

Coruscant, Undercity, The Golden Inn.

| [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Kazen"] | [member="Teslar Rantarus"] |

Ayra couldn't help but lower her gaze with a small smile, when she caught Christians stare. It betrayed the knowledge that she knew of his internal struggle, to maintain control over his vices and focus on the situation at hand. No amount of passion between two entities could make up for a lives work, no matter how good it would of been the two of them. Inside the enclosed space, the only sounds that could be heard was the soft intakes of breath from the woman; the pushing of the "F5" button that would evaluate them to her floor; the bleeps occurring overhead from the panel indicating which floor they were passing; and the hydraulics whirring to maintain their ascension.

When the doors slid into the left and right walls, it was the woman who stepped forward in front of Christian, within the door way. Lifting her hands either side, she copied what he had done on the bottom floor...

...before turning, with another grin. Her hand lowered to her coat, drawing her pursue out of it. Opening it's contents, Christian would notice the credits and cards, the latter with all different types of functions. She slipped out a pearl card out of one of the slots and slid it into the crevice that was the key lock. The red light above the crevice turned to green, indicating that she could open it. Slipping the card out of the lock, she put it back into her pursue, locked it and then turned the knob to enter the room.

It was just a room, with a golden style, thus complimenting the name of the establishment. Walking inside, Ayra approached the table center to a sofa and arm chair, with a television set situated on top of an apparatus, each piece of furni hazel in colour which complimented the gold that surrounded the room. "Take a seat, I'll only be a few minutes," Ayra said. Turning, she placed her pursue on top of the table and took off her coat afterwards, folding it neatly over the arm chair.

Kicking the back of the pair of chalk, white heels, allowing them to slip off her feet, Ayra stepped around the arm chair and approached the bedroom area of her room in The Golden Inn. Separated from the balcony and sitting room area by three opaque, levitated walls held up by wooden stools, Ayra lifted a hand to her dress and allowed it to fall from her body, just as she turned the corner of the wall, allowing Christian to catch a glimpse of her behind, in all it's nakedness. Behind the screens, illuminated by the lights overhead, the shadow of Ayra's body could be seen, in all it's glory. Christian had a front row seat to one of the better shows on Coruscant; and presumably, he was enjoying every minute of it.

Beside the bed, Ayra took a squatting position, elevating her lower half inches from the ground, supported by her feet. Her arms lowered to underneath the bed, pulling out a steel, grey briefcase. Lifting it up onto the bed, she input the code to unlock it and opened it up. Inside, was her Sith robe, folded on top of the black, combat vest, trousers and boots. On the left side of her clothes, laid her Lightsaber and Saberstaff, the crevices in the briefcase allowing them to fit in perfectly. To the right, her disruptor pistol and a clip of ammunition for it. Above, several combat knives and more ammunition for her pistol. She dressed, pulling on underwear before the vest, trousers and boots. She found her utility belt at the end of her clothes, securing it around her waist. Her Lightsaber and Saberstaff were first to be clipped into her hips, before the disruptor pistol was loaded with a clip of ammunition and holstered, the safety turned on. Her combat knives were secured on the belt and her left ankle, attached to a holster that she had put there in the process of dressing. The other pieces of ammunition joined her mini arsenal, as well.

Studying her Sith robe, she decided wearing against it. Ayra didn't need to conceal her weaponry on Coruscant- it was under the rule of the Sith, so there was nothing to hide- and it would ultimately slow her down in the thick of combat. Tucking her thumbs into the pockets of her trousers, allowing the rest of her fingers to hang over the edges, she reemerged from behind the screen, leaned on the side with her body and head, eyes on Christian in a silent, somber gaze.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian looked down on the woman who stood in the same position he had when they'd been in the lobby of the establishment, except when she did it she looked as if she were bracing herself for him, a thought that he was presently trying to force from his mind as he knew that there were much more important things to worry about.

When they entered the woman's room, Christian took a seat and sat the bottle, holding it by the neck, on the armrest. Alicia wasted no time in getting ready, her seductive figure gliding through the room with grace as she toyed with him. Just before she fell from his site, however, his golden eyes went wide at the sight of the woman's bare backside, both supple and tight in every good way possible. It was a torturous thing, and immediately Christian raised his right leg, draping it over the left to try and contain himself, but he wasn't winning the battle. His sort of excitement was much more to handle than most were prepared for, and he wasn't about to unleash himself on that woman then when he needed her to help him clear his streets first. She was going to be much more useful brimming with energy rather than exhausted by stamina and endless imagination.

Sex was on his mind, though, as he watched the woman's shadow lower to the floor and pull something from under her bed. He wanted to get up and go into that room and slam the door, giving her no way out, as if she'd want one. He wanted to take her, willing or not, and do with her as he pleased, as he'd done to many a weaker, more feeble woman before her, but his drive and boiling blood would have to be swayed for now. That was why as he sat there he glanced over to his bottle of whiskey, half empty now, but still plenty of it remaining. He raised it to his thin, pink lips and turned it up, taking one large gulp after another until the bottle was bone dry.

Dropping his hand, Christian let his arm dangle over the arm rest, the bottle slipping from his grasp as he winced at the stinging sensation that presently brought invisible fire from his very lungs. The bottle popped the carpet gently and rolled over on it's side as he sat there, waiting for the woman to once more emerge, a look of hesitation on his face as he watched the lean, fit woman step back out and display her tight and fitting attire. It was like she was designed to test his patience and ruin his resolve, something he did not appreciate, but very much craved.

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"] - [member="Kazen"] - [member="Teslar Rantarus"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

Coruscant, Undercity, The Golden Inn.

| [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Kazen"] | [member="Teslar Rantarus"] |

Ayra leaned off the wall and approached Christian, arms to her sides, her look still in a state of somberness, fixated upon the man who was sat within the confines of her arm chair. Lowering herself on the arm rest, the crossed her leg over the other whilst positioned on top of it and placed an arm on the top of the chair, so as to support and stop herself from falling off. Lowering her gaze to the bottle that he had dropped, and which was beginning to roll under the sofa, she said. "So, your problem. Presumably, it has something to do with the body that was left in front of the White Diamond. How can I be of service, Mr. Slade?" With her other hand, she lifted a lock of his hair and played with it slightly, as she waited for his response.