Pick your Poison

[Dravis Rosilla]

ZELTROS
EAST SPACEPORT​

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A sleek Sheathipede-class shuttle ripped out of hyperspace above the pleasure planet, painted with blacks and reds. The cockpit was piloted by a couple of Geonosian drones, clacking and clicking their statuses to each other, having a muted conversation. Inbetween them, Dravis rested on a pillow, placed meticulously on the floor, cross-legged.

Dravis awoke from his meditation, the flares of yellow rekindling in his dark eyes. The Sith stirred slowly, rising to his feet. glancing out of the viewport at Zeltros. He had never been to the planet, he had never seen the appeal in it, but he was attracted there today for business purposes.

He was here for drugs.

Technically, and for the record, he had come to Zeltros for pharmaceutical and medicinal supplies, but under the counter, there was a deal more lucrative, and more devious.

"Put us down in the spaceport," the Bith said, with some apprehension. "And send a message to Thawne; I expect an escort to the meeting." Dravis drew a thin-lipped smile across his face. "And not the kind this planet is known for."

The shuttle broke the atmosphere, and set down in a rather large spaceport. The shuttle doors opened with a heavy hiss, and the Sith exited, wearing his finest black robes, proud of the intricate swirling gold patterns that adorned it. Drav looked around the area, noticing immediately that there was a disproportionate amount of drunkards.

Wonderful. A planet of heathens.

- [member="Slevin Thawne"] -

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

Dravis would receive his escort, one that did not fit the surroundings of Zeltros.

Slevin had worked hard to make sure that SIN was not only successful, but presentable. Though the company had a rather seedy underbelly, he and Natalia had made sure that the face of the Corporation was more than the sum of its whole. To most outsiders SIN would appear as a simply entertainment Corporation, luxurious, fine, and perfectly acceptable to have at any meeting table. That was the way it was supposed to be, only when someone dug deeper would they find the truth.

Though her eon Zeltros it hardly mattered.

Dravis would be met at the Spaceport by a tall man dressed in a tailored black suit, there was a hawkish look to him, his eyes predatory. A speeder sat behind him, though there was nothing too remarkable about the vehicle. When he spotted the Bith the man quickly approached him, his head bowing in respect.

"Sir, Mr. Thawne sent me to bring you back to the tower."

Zeltros was a party world, but not all of it was filled with the scum that surrounded the starport.

Least of all the parts that Slevin and Natalia resided in.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

The figure of Dravis had been waiting for but a few minutes, simply conversing with his pilots. They seemed to have sprung a leak in the coolant systems, and needed to acquire repairs. "No, no, no... Just sell the thing. And find another way off-planet. I'll call a ride when I'm done." Dravis gestured with one clawed hand at the two, pinpricks of concern in his eyes. The Geonosians seemed to be thinking the same thing, as they clacked their uneasy acceptance of his plan.

"You will both survive. I have all the faith in the world in you both." Considering the world they were on at the moment had presumably no faith whatsoever, it wasn't much of a statement.

If they survived to return to base, they would be worthy of Dravis. If not... he had no use of them.

Just then, Dravis felt a subtle shift in the Force. Barely noticeable, but corporeal enough to make the Bith turn. He was greeted by what he could only assume to be his escort.

Professional... Perfect.

"Good day to you," the Sith said, his eyes flaring with inner flames, a hint of grandiose in his words.

"I would hate to keep Mr. Thawne waiting." Dravis stepped onto the speeder, and smiled.

This boded well for their agreement.

- [member="Slevin Thawne"] -

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

The speeder took Dravis through the usual sights of Zeltros.

Though much of the world was consumed with what you'd expect, nightclubs, bars, seedy alleyways and of course strip clubs, there was a section of the world that was wholly set apart from the more base nature of the galaxy. One could still find all sorts of sin and vice of course, it was simply hidden from view. That was the section of the world that Dravis would quickly find himself in. Dark bare lighting replaced with bright neon lights. Call girls and drug addicts gone, in their stead upstanding tourists whose clothes rang of excess and expense.

Eventually the speeder would come to a stop before a large tower, the tallest of all them. There was no name on the top of the tower, though on the opaque glass doors that lead into the place was written a single world, scrawled in an odd breaking sort of font "SIN".

The words would be familiar to most.

An attendant quickly walked form the doors, dressed in the same manner as the driver who had picked Dravis up in the first place. He walked over towards the vehicle and opened the door for the Sith, his expression plain.

"If you would follow me, Sir. Mr. Thawne is waiting upstairs."

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Dravis folded his hands together as he observed the entirety of Zeltros. He had heard nasty things about the planet. Pleasurable things, maybe, but nasty nonetheless. Dravis didn't find any pleasure in what was to be had here. Narcotics, company, credits even... It all held momentary happiness, nothing Lord Rosilla wanted. He wanted long-term happiness, if not for himself, than himself and his allies.

The first step was supplying constant momentary happiness.

The speeder made it to the nicer part of Zeltros, and Dravis visibly relaxed. He was glad this Thawne found themselves a better hideout then the slums of the pleasure planet. Also boded well for their agreement.

Dravis stepped out of the vehicle, arms folded behind him, taking up a passive position behind his guide.

"By all means, take me to him, good sir. I'd love to see what deals Mr. Thawne has in store for us."

- [member="Slevin Thawne"] -