Faction Red Lights Under the Midnight Sun

[The Madclaw]

Karkcreek Port, Kwenn Station​

Amid the greasy corridors and stale air of Kwenn's Central district lies the entrance to the Karkcreek Shadowport, a seedy spot even for Kwenn Station. Repurposed garbage chutes and hidden doors lead to a red light section of the shadowport, where no one but the denizens of the underworld crawl. A place not even the most staunch hearted officer of the law would dare to go. A club within a port within a station. Wheels within wheels.

The door to the nightclub is crowded with shady looking characters, their features obscured by clouds of cigarra smoke, or lips clenched around deathsticks. The nightclub does not have a name. It doesn't need one. It might be here tomorrow, or it might not. This place is fluid and everychanging. A constant state of flux. At the door, figures bearing spiked symbols in black ink on their necks and forearms stop you and turn you away if you do not belong to the Black Sun.

Members only.

Inside the club, music blares and drinks flow, but all eyes are on the shockboxing ring at the center of the club. It is there that an ash-furred wookiee looms, stripped to the waist and slipping on a pair of shockboxing gloves over his large hands. His golden eyes look about those who have gathered with him in the ring - those who have spilled the blood and sworn the chaos-oaths to the Black Sun.

He reaches out with his mind and lets his words float outward with the Force, not deigning to speak. Speaking is painful. Speaking opens old wounds.

"Tell me your names."

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Black Sun was a new, disruptive element in the Galactic Game. Empyrean cared little for disruptions, he liked his plans set in stone so his focus could find traction elsewhere. In this case, with the raging civil war with the Kainite, Empyrean required the Hutts to deal with the Mandalorians - yet they had failed in doing so. Deadlines pushed back, deals gone sour, only to be topped off with the mass assassination of their entire leadership by upstarts.​

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Brutally efficient upstarts, it seemed. They didn't need to know they had some semblence of the Emperor's respect, but they did need to know they had attacked an ally of the Sith and it would not come without cost. So the body of a female smuggler was possessed, her single eyepatch carrying the iconic logo of the Black Sun. The other eye black with the Dark Side, and spirit of the Dread Emperor.​

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Holding his force presence within the vessel was difficult, but it would need to suffice until he found the leadership of this violent cartel. Her gaze fell across the crowd, feeling the sensations of others speaking through the Force - but her attention needed to be on finding those in charge. Once they could be identified, diplomacy could begin.​

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Aktur Seii // The Madclaw​

 

[Aktur Seii]

Aktur was no stranger to gracing many establishment doorways, of varying repute.

This club, while a shambles when it came to aesthetic, had its own charm in some ways. The mysterious nature, the threatening atmosphere of the shockboxing ring, the risk of being cleared out in favor of a storage space at any moment, it all coalesced into an infamously enjoyable place. Not to mention Black Sun had largely moved in, which included an upscale to the beverages on offer, so now it was somewhat enjoyable from most angles of patronage.

Aktur sat in one of the few booths, expensive glass of whiskey in hand.

Several Black Sun Enforcers stood nearby, black-and-gold armor on display, but weapons concealed within cloaks.

The crowd was growing, the music thumped in the background, and Aktur was able to watch his people from his vantage. He faced the entry, he saw those that came in - in more ways than one - and categorized each arrival with centuries-honed observation. There was several undertones of Life Essence present in the club, with one being particularly sinister in sensation, though from where it came from exactly Aktur couldn't say.

Maybe it was something.

Maybe it was nothing.

With a sip of his whiskey, Aktur reclined in the booth chair, and continued to watch events unfold within the rundown but charming club...

The Madclaw | Darth Empyrean​

 

[Butcher]

Karkcreek Port was exactly that, a karkcreek.

Why the hell Black Sun had moved in on this particular area of Kwenn Station, Butcher couldn't even guess, but that wasn't saying much - Butcher wasn't usually one to use his brains first. In fact, the biggest cause for interest in the place was the shockboxing ring, which was a particular sport that was right up the Enforcer's alley.

There were rumors that the beskar-mask wearing brawler had a shockboxing background.

Maybe he did.

And if not, he was sure about to.

Butcher stretched out in the shockboxing ring, as he rotated his shoulders and hopped up and down, all the while with his mask firmly in place. His usual white business suit ensemble was gone, stripped to the waist, in order to preserve the shirt, vest and jacket - those things were expensive as feth to keep clean, without spattering them with all kinds of blood - and instead he wore his suit pants and dress shoes.

He was clearly strong, broad and muscled, with an assortment of tattoos across his torso.

"So, guessin' yer either the Madclaw... or Hairy Joe," Butcher called out to the Wookiee amid the boxing collective group. "Oh, wait -- nope, that's Hairy Joe."

In a far corner, a very hairy humanoid looked up as his name was mentioned, but went back to preparing for the free-for-all brawl.

"Ain't fought a Wook before... no doubt this is gonna get messy."

With a snicker, Butcher secured his final shockboxing glove strap, then smashed his hands together - eliciting a sizzling spark of electricity as the gloves touched - before he looked out at the other half a dozen (or so) fighters in the ring...

"But fun, too. Ready when you are, ya mooks!"

The Madclaw​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

"There he is.", the smuggler said to herself.​

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Her cloak trailed behind her as she moved through the Nightclub towards the notable presence in the Force. A deep and latent call, it was a spirit of many centuries - but the Dark Lord cared little for age. A Force User was dangerous, more so than the average criminal - but he would lay out the conditions for what was going to happen none the less.​

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As she approached, one of the enforcers moved to stop her with a hand to the chest - but froze a half step towards her. She stared with that black, deep, abysmal eye towards Aktur Seii even as the others froze mid movement like statues. In the subtle nature of the Force, Aktur might even notice that they were screaming, panicking, in everything but physical reality.​

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She sat next to him and looked closely;​

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"You've done something bad, Black Sun.", she said, but her tone was intermixed with something deeper, darker beneath the feminine vocal structure.​

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"I'm here to collect on that debt you now owe me."​

 

[Aktur Seii]

Dark, observant eyes glanced to a humanoid with an eye patch that approached.

Eager to perform their duty, the closest guards moved to intercept, however... they stopped. Each of them around the booth, in actuality. Up until that moment, Aktur might have been open to conversing with the interested Black Sun member, but a second glance to the female's black remaining eye - filled with abysmal menace - made he reconsider for a moment.

There was a moment of pressure against the mind, which Aktur knew was the use of Life Essence. It circled the booth, between the minds of the Enforcers, and with his own uniquely developed mental capacity, Aktur could feel the panic and terror within those guards.

Then the humanoid spoke.

Aktur inclined his head, paused, considered.

"Are you so certain?" Aktur asked in a low voice, as he slowly eased forward and motioned to the booth seat. "If you define bad as removing a selfishly Hutt-centric cartel that had no intention of moving beyond Hutt Space and infighting with its own lords... then, perhaps."

With a smile, Aktur peered into that abysmal eye without flinching.

"Or, my dear Emperor," He knew who he addressed, there was little doubt, and Aktur had had dealings with the Sith Order in the recent past. "My definition remains as good, because Black Sun has removed an inferior syndicate, replacing it with ambition and willingness to exceed on a far grander scale... and that, in turn, has wiped away a debt owed to you that could not be paid in full, replacing it with new partners capable of much more beyond Hutt offerings."

In truth, Aktur had expected to speak with the Sith Emperor, though perhaps not like this, but it had been a variable that was prepared for.

"It seems as though you might owe me a debt, Emperor, for ridding you of that problem. But, for the sake of mutual benefit going forward, let's call it even and discuss how Black Sun can further assist you."

Aktur raised his eyebrows, as he glanced to his guards - expectant they be released - then asked:

"Care for a drink?"

Darth Empyrean​

 

[Parvati]

Parvati was approaching the bar she had been invited to by her fellow Black Sun members. There were large guards standing present outside the establishment. They were the usual grunt type the Suns and most criminal organizations decided to hire to loiter outside one of their gatherings. They looked intimidating on the outside, but muscle and a mean snarl were all they usually offered. These hired guns were no different. Before she even got to the door, one of them moved forward toward Parvati, attempting to display a sense of power over her.

"Members only." The guard's voice rang hollow, he wanted to speak with authority, however, it smelled of fear and overcompensation to her. Parvati approached him at the same speed he approached her, the mistress's sinister brown eyes looking directly into his. Standing six feet tall, she was just an inch below him when she got into his face. Neither of them planned on backing down.

"Listen to me." She said as she leaned into the bouncer, her face inching near his ear. He would pick up on the faint floral scent her perfume gave off, and the smell of mint on her breath when she spoke. She gave him a second to take in her presence.

"If I wanted to I could buy this shithole and fire you myself." Her voice turned venomous as she finished the sentence, each word was painted with contempt. She retracted from his side slowly, refocusing her glare back to his beady eyes.

"You're lucky the place smells like grease." She paused for a moment, backing away slightly but never breaking eye-contact.

"Remember, it's not your job to keep the bad guys out, it's your job to know which ones to let in."

A bead of sweat formed on his brow.

"Yes ma'am."

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She got to the bar and waited for her turn to order, there were quite a few people in the small bar. They must have come to try their hand at shockboxing a Wookiee, because she knew it wasn't the wallpaper bringing in business.

"I'll take three shots of vodka."

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"No."

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Bold, but boldness bordering disrespect.​

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The lady's singular eye narrowed, and the cacophony of their voice fell into the lower, more bassy tones of the dark spirit within her;​

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"Do not think to overplay your hand, or I will cut it at the wrist."​

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"In the span of twenty minutes, I could have a fleet here - and you would be unable to stop me. In thirty, I could do what you have done to the Hutts. Think on that when you use my title, I do not take disrespect lightly."​

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Leaning back, the woman smuggler waved off the offer of a drink, black eye watching the head of the Black Sun closely.​

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"You've taken from the Sith an incapable, decadant Hutt that is true - but a Hutt who relied on Sith protection. My options are limited to save the reputation the Sith hold, either I kill your entire organization in open conflict to show we do not allow our allies to fall so lightly - or we manipulate the rhetoric that you were always on our side as a contigency. The Galaxy should not doubt the Sith's strength in this, or we will find ways to remind them. Do you not agree?"​

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Aktur Seii​

 

[Oancah Shag]

Her mistress Piska was furious, many of her most valuable allies and clients, the closest thing a Hutt could have to a friend, were dead. The slug believed the Black Sun was rubbing salt in the wounds by having a meeting in such a deprived depraved place. Piska preferred her meetings to be held in places of gluttonous opulence, where wealth can be flaunted and good food enjoyed. This seemed like an insult to anyone going, and to Oancah it seemed more like a punishment. She was inappropriately dressed, looking more like she belonged as entertainment in a high-end establishment than in a fight club, she didn't even have the presence of her mistress to guarantee her safety, instead a crab-like droid with a hologram frame trotted alongside her

Although Oancah was almost grateful she wasn't here. It would take a great deal of willpower and grease to push Piska through the tight corridors and alleyways she had just navigated.

Finally, she entered the club. The sting of spice and smoke roared, and strange dark faces lingered in the corners of her eye. It was a brutal and crude place. Hutts were brutal and crude too, but at least they hid it behind a veil of faux-nobility. Yet there was something else, a darkness that had nothing to do with the poor lighting, like a black hole crammed into a small box threatening to burst. The air felt thick gulping tar. Oanach had a strange urge to gasp or kneel, or in some way submit herself to this strange darkness. But she pushed it to the side. Oancah convinced herself it was just her nerves and marched through.

Before she would make an introduction, she would have to purge this fear with alcohol, a lot of it from the looks of it. She went to the bar and ordered herself something strong, incredibly strong. To her side, she saw someone that didn't look like some drugged-out savage, but something almost normal. "An interesting place, don't you think?" Oanach said, desperate to make some relieving small talk.

Parvati

 

[Parvati]

The bartender was quick to pull out the three, one ounce shot glasses and line them up in front of Parvati. He pulled out a bottle of oily looking vodka. Then he poured it sloppily between the three glasses. Excess vodka started dripping down the side of the dirty shot glasses. In her clubs, Parvati would have been very upset by the technique the bartender was showing. He was over pouring, losing product, and making a mess. She looked up from the bar back to the bartender. She wasn't in one of her clubs, she was in a whole different place by comparison. She would have to abide by their rules, plus she wouldn't turn down a bigger drink.

The mistress gave him a polite smile as he scooted her shots toward her. Parvati took the first shot glass in her hand and threw it back to her lips. As she swallowed the liquid, it created a flash-fire down her esophagus and into her stomach. It had been a long time since she shot back well alcohol, and the reasons were coming back to her. She let out a rough sigh as one of her eyes squinted a little in reaction. The shot glass in her hand slammed back down on the table.

Not to lose steam, she immediately threw back the second shot. Her plan was to shock her system with a high level of alcohol before watching the boxing match. 'When among thieves' she thought to herself as the fire in her body finally subsided. If she wanted to catch a good buzz quick, she was going to have to drink the third one fairly quickly. That was her plan until she caught someone out of the corner of her eye, someone she didn't expect to see this deep in Black Sun business.

She turned to look at the Twi'Lek approaching her. It was surprising to see any extension of the Hutts anywhere near Black Sun business after Aktur embarrassed them not too long ago. Parvati looked the girl up and down as she approached the bar next to her. What business did the Hutts have here tonight? And why would they send someone like her? There was more to this story than presented itself. As Oancah Shag asked her question, Parvati picked up the shot glass and turned around, leaning against the bar with her elbows bracing against the sticky surface.

"This place has as much culture as a Jedi's boxers." She scoffed, throwing the third shot back down her throat. She turned now to her side, facing Oancah directly, still leaned with one elbow against the bar. She made direct eye contact with the beautiful girl."What is interesting, is the presence of one of the Hutts' girls this far up the Black Sun's ass." She gave a playful wink as she sat her last glass on the bar. By this time the bartender was returning with the girl's drink.

"Get me two more shots."

The bartender nodded.

Parvati turned her head back toward Oancah.

"You like vodka?" There was a devil's grin on her face.

 

[Nekana Quane]

MIRAGE

When the news of the massacre had reached her, it gave her what she needed to tie off a loose end - her father - with strength and cunning enough to overcome the elder shifter, accumulated through years of work that saw her subjected to little else different from what he'd done or let happen to her first. The only difference was she allowed it to happen the second time, with another party, for the sake of gain. For power. What she felt at that culmination of the whim that had led her to track Draven down in the first place, deciding that yeah, maybe she was still angry about what he'd done to her in some way, was little more than nothing at all. Learning the myriad meanings of 'being used', and how many of those applied to her youth (and according to his people, she was still a child) had stoked that anger and let it fester in the years before she had left, something like half her life ago. Those hot tears had been cried then.

Her one saving grace in this vengeance had been that he outlived his usefulness - he was too loyal to the old regime. She'd had the good sense to let it lie, unable to take the blowback that would have occurred in depriving the Hutts of a man of his skill - she had little doubt that the hunters would have been dogged enough to find her eventually no matter how much misdirection she employed - but now she had capitalised on the opportunity created by the brief lurch in the midst of the shift in power. What she had to do to get close, gain his confidence, and avoid the hook of recognition... that was who she was, now. In part, it was what he had made her, after all. Time and Sith training had done the rest.

Never mind that after a hot stay in the fresher on that day, she had drunk herself under the table, and chose not to nullify the effects, but that was the end of it. Some days later, she was good and ready to see what had moved into the void of power, and wouldn't you know it, a dingy club had popped up as if it was waiting for her. Unlike the darkness that preceded her by some minutes in entering the temporary club, she employed a different tactic - there wasn't any point in dragging another body along for the ride when no-one here knew your real face anyway. But that was the face she chose to wear, with some adjustments, when she walked up to the entrance, and with a faint measure of influence pulling on the minds of the door staff... she sweetly reached up and patted their cheeks as easily granted recognition dawned on their faces. Another layer on top of the fact that she was effortlessly projecting what she wanted them to see. Wanted everyone to see.

Hair simply couldn't be this holographic by any conventional means.

"Don't work too hard, yeah?" she advised with a flash of a smile, then slipped past into the makeshift club, her eyes lighting up ever so briefly at the sight of the shockboxing ring - entertainment! - as she proceeded deeper, in reality casing the joint, when all she appeared to be doing was going about fetching a drink. She didn't need to look with her eyes to see and feel the room, see and feel the no less than three other presences, but look she did at the two rather strong ones engaged in conversation as she passed, dark pink eyes moving over them. One old, the other... foreboding.

She would only need so many more guesses from there as to who they both were. Context. Prior information. Keeping a finger on the pulse. Looking away from what was decidedly not her business but yes, it pulled on her interest, she walked the rest of the way up to the bar, and answered Parvati 's question, "I do," interjecting before Oancah Shag had a chance.

"Two shots for me as well," Nekana spoke, pulling on the bartender's attention, "No, make that three."

Aktur Seii | Darth Empyrean | The Madclaw
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[Magnus]

After dealing with the Hutts, Magnus had shed his guise as a Regulator and returned to his usual attire. One that was all too familiar within the Black Sun, one that had a reputation that followed it.

So when Magnus strolled up to the nightclub, he practically glided in without any fuss. Oh, he caught one of the bouncers about to question him. But one of his fellows subtly elbowed him in the side. Clearly the other guard was the wiser of the two.

Magnus was known as someone who did not like to be bothered with stuff that he deemed pointless. Though what exactly fell into that category, was solely at Magnus’ discretion

And it changed as often as the wind did.

The masked assassin took up a spot by the bar, ordering a drink. Once he had it in hand, he turned around and looked out across the venue. The main event, the centrepiece; the shockboxing ring, sat in the middle of the club. All around it were various booths and seating to watch the fights unfold.

From his position, Magnus had a good view as the white-furred Wookiee known as ‘The Madclaw’ made his entrance. Magnus recognized him from the massacre, having pledged his loyalty in a wonderfully dramatic manner.

Another familiar face; or mask in this case, was a man known as Butcher. A fellow Enforcer like himself, one who had been with the Black Sun for far longer.

Magnus' lone red eye gazed around, recognizing some more faces. A human female and a pink-skinned Twi’lek conversing together. Both had been present when they had massacred the assembled Hutts. Then a third joined them, a Zeltron that Magnus did not recognize. One who seemed to have impossibly holographic hair.

The masked assassin blinked, mentally shaking his head to try and clear his mind. For a split moment he could’ve sworn he saw it change, but a moment later it was as holographic as before.

Well now, that’s very…interesting.

Magnus’ eye finally fell upon where Aktur was sitting. A eyepatch wearing woman had approached him earlier, and now the two were talking about something. Magnus noted the body language on display, but didn’t make a move. If the boss needed something, he’d make it known.

The Madclaw | Darth Empyrean | Aktur Seii | Butcher | Parvati | Oancah Shag | Nekana Quane​

 

[Oancah Shag]

She was about to answer before the Zeltron cut her off. She was beautiful, they both were. Yet they neither appeared delicate, each of them carried a dangerous confidence. Oancah became aware of her presence, how she presented herself, and how she was perceived. Vulnerable, weak. The Hutt's influence had been crippled, curtailed and stomped down. What little assets they had left were fledging, and many were now dead, in hiding or forcefully enduring their leadership rung up from under them. They saw her as they saw the Hutts.

Piska had sent her to "test the waters". Onach knew she was being used as a sacrificial lamb, if she were killed or "had an accident" it would give Piska a relatively good idea of what the Black Suns had in mind for the remaining Hutts. If she survived, however, Piska had more time to prepare. She at least had the decency to lie about her true intentions to her slave, but it became rather obvious when Oancah was left here without even a single guard to accompany her.


She hated Piska, and she hated the Hutts. When the Black Sun took over she was almost delighted. But she quickly discovered that the liquidation of Hutt assets would also mean the liquidation of her, she was property after all. Her future was chained to the Hutts, for the time being.


She had to keep her wits about her, though maybe she could sacrifice a few wits if it ended this annihilating anxiety creeping through her body.

"I love vodka," She said, after giving pause. She needed time to construct a facade that would hide the pulsating dread. She smiled at Parvati, as she wondered how to answer the women's question.

"The great Piska has honoured me with representing her interests tonight, and she is eager to make friends among the Black Sun."
Onach said, meeting her gaze if only briefly. Before quietly turning her look towards Nekana Quane . The Zeltron seemed to almost shimmer as if she were somehow translucent. She felt a great unease around her, though she did her best to hide it as she glanced back towards Parvati .

 

[Kallatharr]

The Madclaw / Butcher / Darth Empyrean / Aktur Seii

Yet another presence found itself in the little watering hole of a bar on the side of the Galaxy. A tall, beastly humanoid looked about as he surveyed his surroundings. Reksar Hond, a former ganger from Coruscant turned Black Sun enforcer, had arrived.

He took notice of the wookiee that had situationed himself at a somewhat quieter spot. A small smirk crossed his canine face. He approached the booth carefully, keeping his greyish eyes on the lookout. Seedy places such as these always were one rowdy drunk away from a full on brawl.

He soon felt the telepathic message hit his mind. He visibly shuddered, his shoulders rolling a little. Reks could never get used to that. The Klatooinian stood before the Madclaw and gave a polite wave.

"Mate, that mind talkin' still gimme the willies." He grinned sheepishly, "An' y'know me. Reks Hond. We spent a few months in Coruscant Detention Center."

 

[Lynch]

Karkcreek Port | Establish Contacts | Open
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So, looks like there is a new group taking control of the Underworld.

Lynch strode into the establishment, taking in all of his surroundings. Today he was on a scouting mission for the Bounty Hunters Guild. New syndicates meant new hunters would start to work their way up in the ranks. Any hunter has the opportunity to become a great hunter, and he wanted to make sure that he was enlisting them before the other operations did.

His eyes immediately were drawn to the shockboxing ring. Quite a few large individuals started to gather within the cage, all preparing to brawl. It would very much be worth his time to have a conversation with them after the fight. Who knows, maybe they could have always wanted to be a bounty hunter, but just didn't know where to start.

Walking up to the bar, Lynch ordered a glass of Corellian Whiskey. Retrieving the glass, he made his way over to an open booth. Might as well make himself comfortable while he scouted. Sipping on the alcohol, the man relaxed into the seat, waiting to see where the evening would go.

The Madclaw | Aktur Seii | Darth Empyrean | Butcher | Parvati | Oancah Shag | Nekana Quane | Kallatharr​

 

[Aktur Seii]

Aktur was many things, it was part of being multiple centuries old, one tended to have many masks.

That also meant he was a good read of other sentients, able to find points to press or assure, either physically or mentally. It had helped Aktur grow his galaxy-spanning corporation, had secured his assassin path within the Kouhun and had seen him move through the underworld as a crime lord. Without the ability to adapt and glean others, his chosen vocation would be ruined, because it relied on many factors.

Especially knowing when to concede, for another day.

"I do not doubt it," Aktur said as he leveled his gaze at the messenger, his smile now gone. The tone would be serious, then. "And I assume that by not doing so, you see the potential our working together can have. There is no denying the power and influence you wield, Emperor, though I am glad to see it tempered by judiciousness."

Not many Sith were so.

Aktur listened as the mind controlled puppet spoke, as he eased back and sipped the whiskey in hand.

"That does appear a precarious position to be in, and the weight of the proposed situation is not lost on me," Aktur said in a low tone, with dark eyes unwavering. "I was involved with the Consortium's dealings to a great extent. I wonder if your protection was so publicly known, so as to warrant such a reaction or need... but, I also understand that your position requires more cautious planning and foresight and avoidance of weakness, which is essentially death to a Sith. So--"

Aktur smiled as he leaned forward and nodded.

"--by all means, tell your people and those that need the display of power, that Black Sun had been working with you to depose the Hutts. You can throw a rock and hit any number of reasons, there would be so many, given the nature of Hutts. The simplest being that the cartels had become complacent in Hutt Space, and were faltering in their agreement in all respects... surely anyone you associate with could understand that, while also turning the Consortium into the example you so desire."

The crime lord raised his eyebrows.

"That narrative seems to cover your concerns, by my reckoning. Yes?"

Darth Empyrean​

 

[Parvati]

It seemed it was Parvati's lucky day. She had drawn the attention of another beauty- this one, however, had an aura about her that was far less...timid. The mistress's fuscous eyes averted from the Twi'Lek over to the neon blue vision that now graced their presence. The bartender seemed to notice too, his attention going from the two women to the third. If anything, he was likely excited, this many beautiful women probably hadn't been in this bar in years, this would have to be good for business.

Perhaps the vodka was already hitting her system, or perhaps the energy of the two women was intoxicating itself, either way she could feel that warm feeling in her stomach returning. This time it was less of a wild fire and more of a soft ember at the bottom of a campfire; inviting, not painful. As their new friend approached the bar, Parvati lifted herself from her leaning position at the bar, the sticky surface clinging to her soft arms. She would have to take a very hot shower after this to get the grime off of her.

Her famous devilish grin returned to her face once again when Nekana responded to her question for Oancah. This night was already turning out far better than she had expected.

"Let me just buy the bottle." Parvati said as she was already grabbing it from the bartender's hands. She used a bit of slight of hand to replace it with a credit chit. "That should be more than enough." And with that she waved him off to go about serving the rest of the criminals that were waiting. He nodded his head once again and went back to the other end of the bar. As with most men, they loved a powerful woman, and it wasn't hard to get them to do whatever you asked. Especially if you had just tipped them a week's worth of wages.

"You are far too powerful to be chained to a Hutt like a dog." She said bluntly. She poured a shot and slid it to Oancah Shag . The vodka's powerful aroma would sting her nose just as it did Parvati's. "I say you slit this Piska's throat and join us yourself. I can practically smell the hatred." She let out a chuckle to break any tension her teasing may have caused.

She turned her attention to the newcomer once again. "And you," She poured Nekana Quane 's shot next, pushing it toward her. "You're no slave, you're something else entirely." Her voice sounded a bit deeper now as she added a bit of mystique to her tone. Parvati looked the neon haired girl up and down once again. She then poured her own shot before placing the bottle back on the table. With that she raised her shot in the sky, looking between Oancah and Nekana's eyes as she cheered.

"To new girlfriends in such a male dominated industry." She shot back her fourth shot. This time she knew she was starting to get drunk.

"Why don't we find ourselves a booth and talk shop." She grabbed the bottle once more, ready to head over to a nearby table. She was quite interested in her new friends.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Aktur was smart, and played ball with the Dread Emperor's needs. The Hutts often found themselves above such necessities, ageless pride in a race who had known almost no equals in thousands of years - but there was always time for change. It seemed the Black Sun were a better path for the ancient Hutt Space.​

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"It does.", she said idly, slowly leaning back in the seat to be more relaxed - though the one eye watching was ever concerning. Dissecting the man before them.​

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"If you offer me such a minor favor, I would offer you a boon in exchange. A continuation of the deal I held with the Hutts. Free reign of the Sith underworld on the condition of policing it from foreign criminal organizations. I would not have radicals feed weapons to rebels under my reign - especially not the bleeding hearts of Core Cartels.", she said with a scoff.​

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"Some show trials, some public promises of reaction, and all will be settled - I would double your influence in the galaxy with a breath, if you would have it. I am a powerful benefactor, a simple man... Woman.", she said, glancing to her feminine hand.​

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"Work with us, and we can destroy your greatest threat in the Outer Rim - the Jedi, and the Mandalorians."​

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[The Madclaw]

A Klatooinian and a tattooed humanoid in a metal mask. The Madclaw only recognized one.

“Reksar,” the word went out again, that telepathic brush. He raised his chin and bared his fangs in greeting. An enormous canine as a cell mate was not easily forgotten, no matter how many prisons Madclaw had been to. “And you, they call you the Butcher…”

His eyes focused on the man in the mask. He slammed his own fists against one another, glove against glove, a spray of blue sparks reflected in his golden gaze.

“Come then, a free for all. Last one standing.”

Above their boxing ring, cigarra smoke and the murmur of voices mingled in the air, over-born by the steady thumping of electronic music.

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[Cedwyn Blaidd]

"Members only..." The bouncer stared Cedwyn down, attempting to intimidate the Echani.

A simple wave of his hand and exchange of a few words and the bouncer was more than happy to allow Cedwyn in. It was simple, at least it turned out to be simple this time. While being a member of the Black Sun was not out of the question for Cedwyn, he was still assessing his options and unsure what it would entail. He liked his freedoms and ability to do as he pleased with the skills that he held. However, he knew some crime syndicates were strict and sometimes paid for by larger factions. This was his chance to see for himself what the organisation was like before he agreed to anything concrete.

Looking around, he couldn't help but smirk, shockboxing event going on was enticing but he doubted that he would be allowed to show off his skills too much. Especially if there was a wookiee in the ring, fighting a wookiee was a risk that he would rather avoid if it could be helped. Instead, spectating, enjoying the drinks and checking out the people would be more than enough entertainment for him. At least for now. Cedwyn shifted towards the bar, observing people, keeping a casual but intrigued look as he was curious who would be around. There seemed to be varied assortment of people, nothing sprung to mind as being unusual.

Turning towards the bartender, Cedwyn glanced over the assortment of drinks available. There were traditional classics and some unique tastes, one bottle in particular called out to him, "I will take double measure of the gin. Neat." Cedwyn ordered, it had been awhile since he drank something like that but his tastebuds desired a taste of it as soon as he read the label.

Once the glass arrive, he held the drink up, toasting a thanks to the bartender and taking a sip. Definitely a refreshing, alluring taste that made him sigh with relief.

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