Seris Vant
The Unsung Hero
Zeltros
Club Glitter
[member="Karina Dartrex"]
Well it was a night of fever. All the hottest little honeys and big movers were out to the clubs to dance their taut rears off and loose their heads in spice bliss. That was every night though! What made this one special is that one of the biggest names in the criminal underworld had come on down to paint the town red this evening. Ohh what a night shall be had.
Rayl was cruising on down the walk to Club Glitter. He was clad in full armor and hidden underneath his duster was enough weaponry to bring this in fire code violation capacity club to a swift close. Only one man was on the list for tonight though. A local drug lord and of course his goons. Now why was Rayl alone doing street work when many others could do it for him. A personal slight this mobster made on his name. Probably though since he stepped down he wasn't a player anymore in this game. Well he was here to prove him deadly wrong on that count.
"Du be boo be doo. Bwah ta da ba da. Da da da da da da da heyeh, heyyyyyeh". Rayl sang a tune as he was coming up on the club. A line stretching back around the building with two burly doormen killing the mood for all these party wanabees was his first obstacle. And he had just the thing under his coat for that. Rayl ducked under the velvet ropes and butted in front of a whole lot of people. There were many nasty words thrown at him for that. The doormen looked none to happy.
"Yo buddy. Back of the line. No cuts, no buts, not even for Hutts".
"What the man said. Get out a here ya third rate lookin' Bounty Hunter".
One of them laid a hand on his shoulder and was ready to knock him to the ground. Or he would of had rayl not pulled back his duster to reveal his trump. It wasn't all the guns he was carrying, nor the explosives. Sewn inside was the Black Sun sigil. And a very ornate one at that. Proof he was a very powerful person indeed. The red receptors of his helmet glarred down on the mans hand. "Remove you hand if you'd be so kind".
"Uhh, yeh. Sorry sir. Leme get the rope for ya".
"And I'll get the door sir".
"Much better gentlemen. So glad we didn't have to resort to the violence. Now be some good lads and no matter what happens. Make sure these good people wait a while longer for their fun". Smooth as silk he slid on in to the club. And soon the fun will begin.
Club Glitter
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[member="Karina Dartrex"]
Well it was a night of fever. All the hottest little honeys and big movers were out to the clubs to dance their taut rears off and loose their heads in spice bliss. That was every night though! What made this one special is that one of the biggest names in the criminal underworld had come on down to paint the town red this evening. Ohh what a night shall be had.
Rayl was cruising on down the walk to Club Glitter. He was clad in full armor and hidden underneath his duster was enough weaponry to bring this in fire code violation capacity club to a swift close. Only one man was on the list for tonight though. A local drug lord and of course his goons. Now why was Rayl alone doing street work when many others could do it for him. A personal slight this mobster made on his name. Probably though since he stepped down he wasn't a player anymore in this game. Well he was here to prove him deadly wrong on that count.
"Du be boo be doo. Bwah ta da ba da. Da da da da da da da heyeh, heyyyyyeh". Rayl sang a tune as he was coming up on the club. A line stretching back around the building with two burly doormen killing the mood for all these party wanabees was his first obstacle. And he had just the thing under his coat for that. Rayl ducked under the velvet ropes and butted in front of a whole lot of people. There were many nasty words thrown at him for that. The doormen looked none to happy.
"Yo buddy. Back of the line. No cuts, no buts, not even for Hutts".
"What the man said. Get out a here ya third rate lookin' Bounty Hunter".
One of them laid a hand on his shoulder and was ready to knock him to the ground. Or he would of had rayl not pulled back his duster to reveal his trump. It wasn't all the guns he was carrying, nor the explosives. Sewn inside was the Black Sun sigil. And a very ornate one at that. Proof he was a very powerful person indeed. The red receptors of his helmet glarred down on the mans hand. "Remove you hand if you'd be so kind".
"Uhh, yeh. Sorry sir. Leme get the rope for ya".
"And I'll get the door sir".
"Much better gentlemen. So glad we didn't have to resort to the violence. Now be some good lads and no matter what happens. Make sure these good people wait a while longer for their fun". Smooth as silk he slid on in to the club. And soon the fun will begin.