Party Monsters (Red Ravens Party on Nar Shaddaa--No Fighting)

[Isaac Ideus]

[member="Mallory Pryde"]

The woman pushed away from Isaac, and walked off with a few teasing words. "Rude girl," he thought as he shrugged his shoulders. He looked down at his hand. It was holding the girl's wallet, carefully fingered off her not five seconds before. "Have fun paying your tab without this." Years of petty theft as a youngster often paid off-- if you value your valuables, wandering around aimlessly at a syndicate party was unwise. Isaac slipped the wallet into his inner jacket pocket; he would go through it later at his convenience. It was painfully obvious that the girl didn't belong here, or did she think one of the largest crime syndicates in the galaxy didn't know who was entering and exiting their casinos?

Isaac made his way to the bar in the VIP area. In the back he saw his boss, [member="Cryax Bane"], and an assortment of other high ranking Ravens. After ordering a whiskey, he made his way to them. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything" he joked as he sat down among them. He heard some animal dying near the dance stage. Turning to investigate, he learned it was in fact somebody singing karaoke. "Is... is that who I think it is?"

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"]

Solan stood there half confused half saddened himself as his eyes drifted to pat Nicole on the back. "Hey, how about you go hang out with your sister if you don't mind. You and her should look out for eachother especially after recent events nicole." He smiled sadly at the girl before patting her on the head and walking further into the club towards a certain blue boy [member="Cryax Bane"]. "I have someone to talk to and have a drink with, only chance ill get after the ime i spent on the opposite side as him." With that Solan started walking over to the man's little booth, his smile wide as he made a bow to the man and spoke to him. "Might you allow my presence over a drink?" He knew it would probably be a denial of his asking, but he asked none the less out of curiosity.

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

[SIZE=12pt]Finally, Dryzl spotted her employer and smoothly joined his entourage of droids. To be honest, Mr. Bane would have probably been safe enough with the DD-S1’s he had, as well as the few other organic bodyguards of his. But her experience gained from being a bodyguard, short as it may be, had taught the Chiss one hard fact of life: No matter who you were or who your ward was, droids could be reprogrammed and people could be bought. The only certainty she had was that she knew she was uncorrupted. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Standing beside Mr. Bane as he drank some sort of alcohol (which, by his subsequent attitude, must have been very high in potency), the Chiss caught sight of a familiar blonde. Patricia, if she recalled – fellow bodyguard of Mr. Bane and the self-proclaimed “glorified secretary”. While Dryzl wasn’t close to the woman, she nonetheless gave a polite nod of acknowledgement. However, the other woman was unfamiliar to her, so the Chiss merely eyed her warily as Mr. Bane greeted the stranger in a less-than-friendly tone. Interesting. But none of her business.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Even so, she couldn’t help but wonder over what (or rather, who) he and Patricia were talking about. Ah, his lover perhaps? A look of understanding briefly flitted over the blue woman’s face before it once again settled into indifference. That would make sense.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Of course, her inadvertent eavesdropping was interrupted by the arrival of yet another stranger, and Erud’ryz’ladre internally scolded herself for letting her mind wander. Mr. Bane is a popular man, in both the right and wrong ways. Pay attention! No sooner had this thought crossed her mind when yet another being arrived – some high-ranking Zabrak woman. As she did with the last few strangers, Dryzl merely gave the younger and older Zabraks a once-over to determine if they were threats and remained silent. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"][/SIZE]

 

[Tuesday Blues]

Well that had been fun, but it was probably time to take things up a notch. Casually tossing the mic over his shoulder, Tuesday face planted off the stage and made her way back to the bar. That had been an almost straight line, it wouldn't do at all. Not when no one seemed inclined to ask for credits in return for drinks. Or maybe the Ravens were actually bankrolling this shindig. Who knew? Who cared? Not Tuesday!

"Same again!"

"Yes Sir!"

The bartender slid another smoking Remote Terminator across the counter.

"Son, were you dropped on your head?"

"I uh, I don't think so Sir.."

"I may be seeing double boy, but I ought to be seeing triplicate. Same again I said!"

"O-oh! Yes Sir!"

The bartender quickly made two more, with shaking hands. Where a droplet fell on the bartop, the finish started to strip.

"Better."

Tuesday as Azrael slammed one shot back and then took the other two, one in each hand and with exaggerated care weaved his way over to the action. While the details might be unknown it was no big secret in the underground gossip about the general cause and existence of the feud between the Mand'alor and the Red Ravens President.

"Cryax! We need t'talk. Here. Have a man'zs drink. Haha, a Mando's drink."

He shoved one of the shots towards [member="Cryax Bane"] and elbowed his way into the crowded booth. He fluttered his free hand at some blonde woman getting all touchy feely with the Chiss.

"Woman! Shoo! That one looks lonely, y'can rub him."

He jerked his manly, stubbly jaw towards [member="Isaac Ideus"].

 

[Neyana]

[member="Erika Sin"] [member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]

The girl sighed softly. She never went to a party before, or anything of this sort. "But Solan, I don't know what to do at these.. things. ..Look after this I gotta explain something... so don't get a bad hangover alright?" With that said, Nicole would start to go through the crowd, trying to find her sister and the man she was accompanied with.

Seeing the duo at the bar, Nicole just decided to walk up behind Erika and then would lightly tap her shoulder. "Don't run off on me... how am I suppose to be a great sister if I don't know you at all?"

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Jarven looked over at [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] and asked, "Do you want some soda, too?"

 

[renegade solstice]

The barkeep came back with some toxic looking crap drink that made her glare at the guy, he only smirked and then a croak like response came from his mouth 30 credits she only looked at him with utter confusion does he really expect me to pay 30 credits for this crap? she sighed and then looked at the damn drink and reached into her pockets What the.... she said as she glared at the fact somehow she lost her income purse, and then looking to the barkeep I will be right back after she said as she walked off, she had an idea of who it was that was close enough to kype her money, it wasn't much credits, but she wasn't about to let it slide.


Walking toward the door she heard the solemn calls of the force that hinted toward an alternate destination.. her attention turned to the VIP section and she altered her course Soo going to kill a Raven her mind called out in thought.


[member="Isaac Ideus"]

(OOC: [member="Cryax Bane"] said he doesn't care for a confrontation.. Isaac hit me up in PM to see where we can take this, peaceably or a fight. )

 

[Neyana]

[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="Erika Sin"]

"Soda? Hmm... well, what kind is my sister getting?" She would ask the both of them really.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Presently Tmoxin had the feeling she was a guest on a Jeremy Cringer holo talk show. Between her boss's jab at her brother and Patricia's endless brood running around barefoot in the casino (there were only a couple of kids but to Tmoxin it felt like a gazillion of them), the Hapan Officer wouldn't be surprised if an announcer came out with the results of a DNA test saying the kids were Cryax's and a couple of chairs were thrown. And now this muscle-bound Mandalorian thought he was at some kind of bonfire rally singing protest songs or what not. Wonderful.

Tmoxin ordered another shot of whiskey. She noticed Patricia rubbing Cryax's back. Her boss seemed unusually sad so she sipped her drink and waited for the right moment to confront the both of them about the prison incident.
[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Keira Priest]

If there was one thing Keira didn't like more than parties, it was inevitably having to dress up for them. But as one of the top brass for the Ravens, she was obligated to show her face for the night, especially after the victory that was taking Nar Shaddaa as their own. Besides, when compared to time spent in her apartment inevitably in silence, the thought became more preferable. And she didn't want to think about what [member="Cryax Bane"] would have to say if she failed to make an appearance. He was, after all, a close friend, so it was the least she could do to appease him. That didn't mean she necessarily had to go all out.

Entering the venue proved little trouble, more due to her status within the syndicate than anything, and she was silently thankful once more for her affiliation with the group. Dressed rather plainly in comparison to most of the others, she scanned the already crowded floor for any familiar faces, finally spotting a few that she recognized seated in a booth near the back. With the faintest of smiles she began weaving her way through the crowd towards them, for the moment turning down the offer of a drink from a nearby server droid. That would come later, when she was perhaps a bit more settled in and at least marginally more at ease.

Her progress slowed when she was within a few meters of the group, spotting a familiar figure at the booth, noticeable to her for the entirely wrong reasons. Unless she was mistaken, that was the Mand'alor himself. It probably shouldn't have been so surprising, given the fact that all grudges were at least supposed to be lifted for this one night, the same going for bounties across the board. But she hadn't expected someone of his standing to actually take the time to personally arrive to speak with the Chiss. That spoke of caring at least a bit about it all, something she hadn't expected of the warrior.

Not commenting for the moment, she simply stepped up to the booth, briefly studying all of its occupants before speaking with the faintest hints of a wry smile on her lips, hinting at thoughts untold. "Did I miss something?"

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Tuesday Blues"]

 

[Tora Mirkew]

[member="Erika Sin"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

Tora was not a party person, nor did she wish to become one. Unlike the others the only real change she made was a lack of armor. She saw no reason to pretty herself up,she had no intentions of getting absorbed into the conversations. No she wore her common, everyday clothes.

This was a party. Tora was not brought here to be a guard, not instructed to do so. Yet still she surveyed the area, watching the movements of Erika and her company-her eyes falling upon the Jedi among other things. Yet for now Tora stayed her tounge. She did not need a rifle to do something if it broke out... her hands were effective to. Her vision remained this way for quite awhile, shifting between Erika, the Jedi and bathe general party.

Parties defently weren't her cup of tea.

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Tuesday Blues"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

The skin around the Chiss's knuckles turned a much lighter shade of blue when some blundering idiot in armour decided to stumble over. Erud'ryz'ladre didn't recognize him, and his attitude gave her reason to dislike him. Mr. Bane attracts all of the fine people, she thought dryly, her lips twisting in displeasure.

Resting her hands gently on the butts of her pistols, her red eyes appraised the newcomer as he shoved himself rather rudely into the booth. Instead of speaking to the man, Dryzl instead turned her attention to her employer. "Mr. Bane," she said in a low voice. "Ch'ah csarcican't cart k'ates ch'at k'ust'san csei s nah swerr, rah vah ch'epasahn ch'ah ch'at." No sooner had the words left her lips, though, when Keira showed up. Good. Another potenial ally should this man prove troublesome.

At the Ticon's question, Dryzl straightened up and ever-so-slightly returned her look. "You have certainly missed a few interesting things, Ms. Ticon, but rest assured you need only to stick around. Ch'ah cart tupecez tta csarcican't van."

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax turned towards Zabrak bounty hunter, [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], decked out in a sparkly number that she’d been squeezed into with a crowbar, and gave her a pleasant, if surprised smile. Zenva had been among the missing during the Great Disappearance, so he wasn’t sure if he’d ever see her again, but here she was.

“Zenva,” grinned the fairly sloshed Chiss crime boss. “How nice of you to make it to the Smuggler's Moon tonight. I haven’t seen you in a while.” What did you even say to the poor souls who had to flounder their way out of the Netherworld? “How was Hell? Was it hot enough for ya? Did they have a gift shop?” He settled for a friendly kiss on the cheek and a request. “Please join us,” he insisted, his hand gesturing to their seating area.

The more Bane drank, the better the backrub that [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] was giving him felt. As her hands kneaded his flesh, the Chiss let out a contented hum as she continued. Her words were soothing, if a bit platitudinous, but their intention was good, and that was all that mattered. Cryax took her hand and gently guided it to his neck, so that his Executive Assistant could rub that a spot that was especially tense. She was very, very good at this, he mused, as he raised his hand, signaling a serving droid to replenish his drink.

Finally the Manda’lor, once finished caterwauling out a song on the stage, a performance that cleared out half the party, weaved his way over to the table. Drunk Azrael ([member="Tuesday Blues"]) was a new one for Cryax. He had no idea that apparently a twelve-year old could hold his liquor better than the leader of the Mandalorians. Cryax looked down at the shot as if it were tainted, then back up to Azrael, his red eyes flickering with irritation.

“Not a chance, Azrael. I'll stick to my own drinks,” he said, indicating the shot. "If you have to say something to me, say it quickly. This is likely going to be your only chance.”

When Dryzl asked him if she should throw the man out, he shook his head. “Thank you [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"],” he slurred. “But I promised we would open our doors to enemies as well as friends. For now, the Manda’lor can stay.” Then he leaned over and whispered to his bodyguard in the Cheuhn tongue.

“Ah tah tan ei cseben'bo tikn reo ch'apan'i.”

 

[800]

[member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Tora Mirkew"] [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"]

Erika hopped up, and down. "SODAAAA, Oh how I love SOOODAA!" She did a twirl, and stopped on her heel. "Whenever you are read." She looked up at Solan. "Now he can go be the pervy puppy he is!" She nudged Jarven. "I think he has a thing for mommy." She said teasingly. The little one then grabbed Jarven's hand, and ran off to where she had just spotted soda being served. "I SEE MY GOAL!" She said in a serious voice. She was now leading a man who towered over her to some soda. She certainly shouldnt be here. "COME SIS!!" She called out from behind her.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

How does one tell if a Zabrak blushes when her skin is naturally crimson? A better question, at least when a Zabrak from Vrotoa clan is involved, is that darkened coloration a blush or anger? Either way Zenva smiled to her employer and wasted no time taking a seat beside the Chiss crime lord.

For a time she said nothing, simply watched the brief exchange between the Manda'lor and Mr Bane. It wasn't until after he whispered something to his fellow Chiss, a body gaurd most likely ([member="Erud'ryz'ladre"]), that Zenva tried to garner a moment of the man's attention. She leaned in toward the man in a most conspiratorial manner, her finger tips resting on his forearm while she spoke, "I believe congratulations are in order Mr. Bane. Nar Shaddaa is a glorious prize to have taken. I regret I was not here to see it happen. I have missed a great deal during my time in hell. The others made it out safely I assume? Your brother and sister that is. I sent them out first but couldn't find them after. Have you spoken to them?"

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Jen]

“Are you sh|ting me?”

A slightly digitalized voice from the stylized gold rimmed datapad was heard saying, the girl holding it letting out a rough sigh before removing the obviously expensive hand sized datapad from her ear, rolling her eyes as the voice continued in a more irritated tune.

“I’ve been waiting over here for an hour now. I thought we had fun yesterday, Jennifer.” The voice continued, sounding quite hurt, but it didn’t seem to bother this Jennifer too much. She merely looked out over the large balcony that she was standing on, getting some fresh air while the party continued on, admiring the hectic and neon filled skyline of Nar’Shaddaa. It reminded her of home.

By now she must have been there for at least an hour or something, having arrived in her personal Phoenix Shuttle at the entrance to The Golden Nautolan. She hadn’t been officially invited, but she supposed that even though she hadn’t been too involved with the Red Ravens main goals as of lately she could still enter without any hassle. Hopefully some of her friends were here. It had been a long time...

The half ryn, half human girl looked down her outfit, adjusting a golden button shaped as a bird. Still ignoring the river of words from her datapad, barely hearable through the music from the club. She thought of it, the outfit that was, as a definite improvement over most previous getups for parties such as this, casual while still being sharp. Which inevitably reminded her of the fact that she hadn’t attended any parties for a long time. Well, at least not with her family, this family, her only one, the Red Ravens.

“Yes…” She replied slowly, her mind obviously filled with thoughts as she continued to stare out over the skyline of Nar’Shaddaa.

“Yes what!?” The voice from the datapad replied, stopping in its inaudibly mumbling track of what was probably a bunch of nasty words.

“Yes, I’m sh|ting you. So much in fact that you could consider it a waterfall of diarrhea.” Jennifer’s melodious and soft voice was heard saying, the usual attitude that was a sign of growing up in a bit rough environment shining through. She smirked at her own comment, finding it hilarious as she went to close off the conversation, typical stunned silence heard from the other end of the line.
Running a hand through her relatively shoulder short, very naturally spiky white hair she turned to lean the balcony rail, her amber eyes attempting to scan through the massive crowd of the party inside. Hmm, maybe she should go check on the VIP booth.

Hopefully they would be somewhat drunk by now which would probably ease her arrival considerably. So with that thought in mind she made her way through the crowded building, of course picking up a drink on the way, some sort of vodka with coconut flavor and soon she stood at the entrance to the VIP booth, “May one join this royal gathering… Ermm.. This fine evening?” She smirked, looking at turn towards those inside.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] :: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] :: [member="Cryax Bane"]​

 

[Raven Hayashi]

Raven was wearing a maroon dress and dyed the ends of her tails that matching color. He walked through security with no hassle and she could be found near the dance floor. Her tails swished to the music. The sent of many things reached her noise and many noises reached her ears but she ignored them, if it included her, she could be called over.

 

[Neyana]

[member="Erika Sin"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Tora Mirkew"]

She lightly laughs at her sisters hyperactivity. Then she remembers what happened to her and her smile just ended. She didn't have a childhood, well, not that grand of one anyway. Atleast she could enjoy the time she had with one of her sisters. "Yeah. yeah, lets go Erika." She sounded less enthusiastic now for the own girls memories are taking hold. She sighs and would mumble something. "I wish I was like this as a kid....."

 

[Zak Dymo]

No matter where life takes you, regardless the door you stand before, there is one basic truth about this universe that you learn at a young age:

You have to be THIS tall to ride this ride.

"What?"

The afro-headed boy had a warm, mahogany complexion. The deep, earthy tones of his skin made the large, bright brown eyes seem almost gold in color. In his speechlessness, his mouth hung open. He blinked.

All the cues of life were there.

But the truth in beauty was that it was only skin deep. Beneath the surface of the child's warm flesh was durasteel composite fiber rods. Beneath the subconscious ticks was behavioral programming.

Imitation of life.

"You heard me," the security droid barked, in clipped synthetic tones, as a mechanical arm gestured off in the distance. "Beat it, kid!"

The Golden Nautolan. Inside were the Red Ravens. When you had debts that the Hutts were calling in, or were otherwise considered by said Hutts to be their property, about the only work you could get was work outside the law. And in the criminal underworld, the Red Ravens were the king of bandits. They moved the credits, marked the bounties, made things disappear, and uncovered inconvenient truths. They were hunters, information brokers, dealers in a variety of markets -- all of which relied on data.

And data was the basic language of the droid.

Everyone who was anyone was inside that casino, and if the droid was ever going to be more than some made-up name on the HoloNets then he needed to get inside of that club.

"There's clearly been a misunderstanding," the child offered, taking a step to one side. The droid detector near the door pinged on his unique anatomy as he approached. As though to reinforce the point, the child-like automaton tapped his chest with a small fist and proudly stated, "I'm a droid."

And the hired help? Not impressed. "A clever ruse."

With a sigh, the small droid dropped his head into his hand. When he came up a moment later, the boy was brandishing a datapad for the security droid's inspection. "...and I was invited," the simulated youth announced.

The security droid took the datapad, the child-like droid contined prattling on. "Scorpius? Human replica droid? Slicer? Any of this ringing a bell?"

Yes? No?

Apparently, no.

"Just check the..."

"Check these bolts," the security droid quipped back, dropping the datapad with the e-invite onto the ground. And then stepping on it for good measure. "That's HoloShop."

The Red Ravens. The movers. The shakers. The hunters. The marks. Any chance that the out-on-his-luck droid might have had for networking was just on the other side of that door.

And he couldn't get in, because you had to be THIS tall to ride this ride.

"Ain't this a Hutt," the boy muttered darkly, head hung as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

 

[Leilani Paaie]

Leilani was arriving what she considered fashionably late. She walked in dressed in her usual conservative sexy outfit she gazed about with her onxy colored eyes and then began her slow meaningful look at me walk around the room.

Now who in here did she know, and who would approach her. Did they have the nerve to? She had heard many were afraid of zeltrons. But as she walked her pheromones filled the air affecting attendees and loosening up their inhibitions. You never really want to have a zeltron party sexual awareness and heavy petting were certainly some of the behaviors to be expected. Course she also projected emotions of happiness and feeling good. It was a party after all and parties were to be a good time.