Faction Noodles Before Broodles | DeathDrop & Friends

[Eira Dyn]

Equipment: Lethal Pursuers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol, mask
Outfit: Assassin Attire
Tag: CT-312 | Quinn Varanin | Scherezade deWinter | Reina Daival | Kaelon Virex | Riven | Esmeralda Io | Drystan Creed | Jorryn Fordyce

Things picked up quickly once Eira had introduced herself. A new face greeted herself as Dawn, a name that Eira made a mental note to remember and then a man cladded in black burst into the restaurant. Clearly part of the DeathDrop but someone who fought for the opposite side during this fight. It was no surprise, why should the mercenaries only ever work for the same side. Eira might hold loyalties and value such things above all else, but she knew too many mercenaries and bounty hunters who were only loyal to the credits and whoever held the most. It was not something Eira aspired to be but she could not judge them. They were hopefully one day going to be useful assets for Quinn and for herself.

When CT-312 grabbed Jorryn, the horned Echani protested and seemed very perturbed by the soldier's actions. It was amusing to see. Another Echani was joining the group as well that Eira did not recognise and more people seemed to be flooding the place. Scherezade pounced one of the people entering and Eira could tell right away that this was the man that Scherezade had discussed with her. The man that she loved and was protecting from blood suckers. It was strange, Eira could see that he was conventionally attractive and she was sure there was probably some charm that she was missing from him but he did not seem the remarkable type.

But then again, there was nothing here that would be a cause to demonstrate remarkability.

After that, Quinn arrived with Riven. Eira was glad to see her Master. Not thrilled at seeing the black eye. Eira still hated herself for listening to the orders and not remaining to help Quinn fight. It was made harder by the fact that Riven had not obeyed the orders either so now Eira felt like she failed in knowing that her Master needed her help in a fight more than Quinn might have wanted Eira to follow instructions. The mental juggling of what she should have done, what could have been different was interrupted when a beer in a glass bottle was handed to her. Eira blinked and looked at it.

She was far from the type to drink beer but it was also something to drown out the thoughts of failure that circled her mind after feeling like she let Quinn down.

Seeing that Dawn was not drinking beer and not heading over to the microphone to sing, Eira took a seat next to her. "It is nice to meet you, Dawn. I am guessing that you are new to the DeathDrop then? Quite the introduction to us I would say."

 

[Kaelon Virex]

Kael nodded at the conversations he heard around the table. And listening to Scherezade made his day. He received his drink at the table and wouldn't you know, it was a tall when he ordered the flute. He didn't mind, though. The mishap was most likely done of purpose. At least that is his truth that he sticks to. He takes a sip and continues listening in . Pausing for a moment, he then notices someone unmistakable waltz into the area. The one and only Arq* . His face lit up immediately. It was nice to see someone familiar he hadn't been in contact with in a long time.

"Now there's a sight for sore eyes. Heya Pikey!" Kael yelled across to Arq who knows that only Kael called him that.

 

[Arq*]

Arq entered exactly the way Arq entered anywhere—like the door frame had personally invited him, like the lighting had shifted just to hit his cheekbones better, like the whole place now had to work around his energy.

His hair tonight was a shimmering gradient—blue at the roots, melting into a soft violet at the ends—pushed back in a dramatic wave that somehow defied the humidity of Dromund Kaas. Gold flecks shimmered at the corners of his eyes. His jacket was a sweeping Pantoran-cut piece of fashion-armor: iridescent panels, high collar, shoulders sharp enough to file paperwork with. He scanned the room with a dancer's poise and a Zeltron's instinct for where the limelight should be.

And then he heard it.
"Heya, Pikey!"

Arq froze mid-stride—one heel lifted, the other planted—before slowly turning toward the voice he had not heard in… Force, it felt like months of choreography and debts and late-night costume fittings ago.

His violet-gold eyes found Kael.

And Arq lit up.

Not just a smile—no, with Arq it burned brighter, spread across his whole aura, like someone had finally reconnected him to an emotional power grid he didn't realize he was running low on.


"Well well well," he purred, hand pressed dramatically over his heart as he glided closer. "If it isn't Mister Tall-Dark-and-Recklessly-Charming himself. I leave Nar Shaddaa for five weeks and the first thing I walk into is you yelling my birthright nickname across a noodle café? Honestly, Kael, I feel seen."


He stopped beside the table, gaze dropping over Kael's tailored suit—slowly, appreciatively. Arq tilted his head.


"You clean up disgustingly well," he declared. "The suit? Divine. The shave? Criminal. The fragrance? Bold enough to make a Sith sweat—love it. And these shades—hello, Gilded—very 'I'm innocent, officer' but in a way that convinces absolutely nobody."

He gave a playful flick of Kael's lapel.

Then, with a swift pivot, Arq scanned toward the bar—eyes narrowing at the array of glowing bottles, bubbling mixers, fizzy neon concoctions.

"Now then," he announced, raising his voice just enough for the bartender to hear over the chaos, "I need the most razzle-dazzle drink you can legally serve—and one you probably can't. Something with glitter. Something with smoke. Something that announces, 'Arq has entered the chat.'"

The bartender sighed. Somewhere behind the counter, glassware trembled.

Arq leaned in closer to Kael, lowering his voice with a conspiratorial grin.

"And you, darling, are buying my first drink. I've decided."

"You're welcome."

Tag: Kaelon Virex Scherezade deWinter Eira Dyn Reina Daival Riven Esmeralda Io Drystan Creed Jorryn Fordyce

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Jorryn Fordyce Scherezade deWinter CT-312 Quinn Varanin Riven Eira Dyn
Location: Random Noodle Bar

"Well...I'm not exactly officially a part of this stuff. Yet. I got a message asking if I was up to take a challenge. I said yes, which lead to me finding out about you guys.""

Reina waved her hand over towards the group, letting out an awkward chuckle as one of the members took a seat next to her. It was pretty chaotic, yet the more Reina took in the group, it reminded her of the crew she had been raised with. It was...a comfortable type of chaos. She didn't see herself getting involved quite yet, and if this was going to be anything like the crew that had raised her, Reina would flicker between members, learning what she could from them and in part giving what skills she had to them, even if she didn't think it was that much.

It was around this moment as well, that Reina seemed to notice the black eye that was forming on Quinn's face. A small frown growing on Reina's face at that realisation. It wasn't her place to go and check in on the Echani, but she was curious as to what had happened. It was perhaps related to the attack on Atrisia of course...but Reina had no clue what the Sith had gotten up to during it. She had seen Alliance troops, Mandalorian...Plenty of Empire troops, but not the Sith. Curious. She'd need to find out more about them.

Of course, she still had a fair wounds of her own. There wasn't much that bothered Reina though. A few scrapes and cuts weren't going to be anything she'd need to worry about. Bruised ribs might be a bit difficult...but she'll be fine. It was the emotional damage that would be hard for her to get over but she tried not to focus on that, shaking her head and turning her gaze towards Eira with a smile.

"I know a small few people here anyway. I've met Quinn a handful of times. Drystan...taught me a few things."

That was nearly a slip up. She nearly said training. Sure, whilst training and taught might mean the same thing, they had different connotations. Reina didn't want to let it slip that she had been a Jedi. Not yet at least. Of course, she could lie and say that she never knew them, but in her eyes, it was better to hide the full truth by withholding it.​

 

[Eira Dyn]

Equipment: Lethal Pursuers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol, mask
Outfit: Assassin Attire
Tag: Reina Daival | CT-312 | Quinn Varanin | Scherezade deWinter | Riven | Drystan Creed | Esmeralda Io | Kaelon Virex | Arq* | Jorryn Fordyce

Nodding her head, "understandable. I am not sure how involved with the DeathDrop I am personally. I work alongside them a lot but that is in part because my Master helps coordinate them." Eira admitted, she was not sure that she would have looked in the mercenary group's direction if it had not been because of Quinn. But there was a part of her that was glad that she did. The group were people that she was getting to know and seeing more of the galaxy because she was surrounding herself around people like them. Living around exclusively Sith was never going to be good for her views on the galaxy, nor was it going to be good for her ability to forge alliances and potentially even friendships.

Though Eira still saw friendships as something people exploited and not something that should be trusted.

Eira caught the look that Dawn gave Quinn and there was an understanding in the look. Eira was never a fan of seeing her Master being injured or harmed. It was probably why Eira worked so hard in becoming a more capable fighter. However, Eira knew that Quinn could handle anything that she set her mind to. If she received a black eye, she can only imagine the amount of hurt and pain that Quinn released on the other person. "I'd be more worried about the other person who gave the black eye than Quinn, Dawn." Eira pointed out. "Even if they survived, which I doubt, just means a whole host of people are going to be pissed and ready to take them down."

"Not really met Drystan myself, but he seems to have quite curious taste in music. I sort of know most of the people here. Either through word of mouth or having worked with them on missions in the past. Only a couple that are new, like yourself." Eira mentioned as she continued to slowly nurse her drink, not really enjoying it but figured it was important for her to look like she was taking part in the all the fun that everyone else seemed to be enjoying.

"So, what are your specialities when on missions?" Eira asked, "good information to have in case we ever end up on the same mission together in the future." Eira leaned back into her chair.

 

[CT-312]

//: Quinn Varanin Riven Eira Dyn Scherezade deWinter Reina Daival //:
//: Kaelon Virex Esmeralda Io Jorryn Fordyce | OPEN //:
//: Dromund Kaas //:
//: Attire //:
//: OBJECTIVE - CONSUME //:
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The noodle bar was chaos.

Thick steam filled the air. Tables rattled as bodies shifted. Drystan howling the chorus of his song into the microphone.

"I'M A B*CH, I'M A LOVER, I'M A CHILD, I'M A MOTHER, I'M A SINNER, I'M A SAINT! I DO NOT FEEL ASHAMED! I'M YOUR HELL, I'M YOUR DREAM, I'M NOTHING IN BETWEEN—YOU KNOW YOU WOULDN'T HAVE ME ANY OTHER WAY! Whoooo!"

The walls vibrated. Patrons winced. A few people in the corner applauded enthusiastically. Through all of it, CT-312 walked forward with Jorryn Fordyce slung cleanly over her shoulder. Ignoring the kicking and loud protesting. Drystan Creed was still screaming lyrics, Arq* 's arrival rippled theatrically through the room, Eira Dyn was mingling with one of the customers ( Reina Daival ), and Scherezade deWinter was in talks with Kaelon Virex . As the door chimed again—

Scherezade’s voice shouted across the room to the newcomers. CT-312 slowed mid-step. Stopping all together as she saw who entered. The Princess. A black eye forming and Riven beside her, who was already halfway turned to leave. Her HUD zoomed slightly as BARCA automatically analyzed the swelling around the Princess’s eye. The Scout’s body went still for half a second, just long enough to feel the shift in herself.

A steady tightening of heat threaded through her chest like a cord pulled tight one careful inch at a time. What the hell transpired on the Death Star when she left the group? CT-312’s thoughts sharpened, ‘I leave for a moment… and the Princess has a black eye.’ Was it an oversight? Incompetence? Riven was a blank, an unknown variable. Eira would never have let the Princess take a hit and remain without one herself. A low sound built at the back of CT-312’s throat. Not fully voice, nor a growl, but a vibration of disapproval that the helmet caught and dampened into static. BARCA, linked to her vitals, recognized it as a command cue.

Quietly beneath the screaming karaoke and Jorryn’s shouts and flailing limbs, CT-312 murmured inside her helmet. “BARCA. Pull security footage from the last known location after I split from the group. Track all feeds showing the Princess.” Only BARCA could hear it, chirped in confirmation and began sifting through the stolen surveillance data from the Death Star’s control room. CT-312 exhaled slowly and deliberately. This wasn’t the place or the moment. Narrowing possibilities, if the Princess hadn’t healed her eye, she had her reasons. CT-312 wouldn’t overstep. But she would know… before the night ended.

Instinctively shifting her trajectory, veering away from the main table and towards straight the two that entered. Through the force bond, a faint echo brushed against her. It was the Princess’s exhaustion, frustration, and subtle ache of self-directed disappointment that she kept buried beneath her poised exterior. It steadied CT-312. Anchoring her tone back from the tension pulling taught inside her. She drew in a controlled breath and approached.

In a calm and even tone, CT-312 spoke. “Princess. Riven.” managing a controlled nod. “Just in time.” The Scout rotated just enough so the Princess could see exactly what she was carrying. “Your highness, look who I found.” Pivoting back, CT-312 restabilized her very irritated cargo with an effortless flex of her arm.

The bar erupted again as Drystan belted through the next chorus as the night continued to spiral beautifully out of hand.