Public Revenge of the Club III [Open to All]

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Solstice Vine Night Club - Interior - Foyer Bar

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added)Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in landing bay, Dilorian and Bike both in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music" , "Aricsias" Wookiee Clan (pops in and out of posts)

Tag: Jane lovett Zoey Bradiss Cyran Vaas

DUDE! YOU'RE IN!!!

In what?

Oh, come on?! You can't be THAT oblivious?! She wants to chill, she wants to get some dancing in. She wants some guy to buy her drinks. She might even want to wake ...

Drinks I can do!

Oh, my word. Waving his hand at the bartender, Caltin called him over for a top-off but to let him know of something else.

The lady is on my tab. Whatever she wants tonight.

"No need to buy the cow..."

She's not a cow!

Oh shut up. Anyway, he had his eyes on the other guy that was hitting on "her little sister". If she was alright, which she appeared to be, that was one thing, but Caltin didn't like bullies, and it sort of took over his mindset if he had come across one. Even on a proposed "day off".

Well, I dance like a "Jedi"... but drinks, I can do. Perhaps I can help you find that "nice guy"...

You're really going to try and help her find another guy?

Go ahead and keep thinking that.

Why YOU SLY DOG!

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Ishani was seated at the first floor bar, chewing on the straw of her now empty drink. A fruity concoction, it had contained no alcohol, although part of her wished it did. Past experience told her that she and liquor did not mix.

She was, however, rather lonely - like many of the more melancholic types shuffling or lounging around, she had come to Solstice Vine seeking company, even if it only amounted to a little conversation over drinks. So far nobody had approached her (maybe it was the outfit? dressing like a space nun in a nightclub is a little bit weird, but you'd think it could at least serve as a conversation piece...), so she was scanning the crowds and trying to gather up the courage to talk to somebody.

Her gaze eventually landed on a lone Mirialan man standing a little off to the side. His lips moved as if he were talking to someone, but nobody was around and the music was too loud to hear what he was saying anyway. Huh. Maybe he was on drugs? Or maybe she just couldn't see who he was talking to from this angle. He was kinda cute, by Ishani's standards anyway, even if he looked like he was in a bad mood. She leaned to one side, trying to get a better look at him (er, well... his back), and nearly fell off her stool.

Landing on her feet, she made her decision right then and there. Walking across the floor, avoiding collisions with half-naked servers and tipsy patrons, she reached the Mirialan. Unless he was somewhere in the four foot range, Ishani was definitely shorter than him. Not that height mattered, anyway, but it was sort of refreshing to not have to crane her neck to look some tall gangling musclebound doofus in the face.

"Hi," she said, raising her voice as loud as possible. "Are you with somebody? You looked like you were talking to someone!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a Devaronian glaring at her. She gave him a grin and a thumbs up, having no clue why he was looking at her like she had licked his lollipop. It seemed like a lot of people were pissed for no apparent reason in this establishment. Maybe it was something in the booze? As if she couldn't appreciate sobriety any more than she already did...

Kal​

 

[Valery Noble]

Revenge of the Club​

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Location: Bespin
Valery: Appearance
Ship: Factory link
Tag: Open to anybody.

Valery wasn't one to visit clubs or fancy restaurants - she preferred simplicity, and typically found herself eating and drinking alone. But after years of the same thing, and now diving back into Jedi business, she felt a small break would do her good. From a random holo-advertisement, she had learned about this particular place on Bespin and thus decided to travel there.

She believed it appropriate to be well-dressed, and thus decided to wear her spicy red dress. Normally, it was reserved for formal events that required her to dress up. But it was perfect for a night out as well. The woman made sure her hair looked nice, applied some make-up, and boarded her ship to begin the journey.

After several hours, she arrived and began her lonely walk towards the entrance of the large club. Even outside, she was able to hear and feel the music. Instinctively, she began to move along to the rhythm a little, her hips swaying as she waited to get inside - it was rather busy, as one could expect from a place like this.

But eventually, she passed through the doors and looked around with widened eyes, which had to adjust to the lighting quite a bit. This wasn't exactly her comfort zone either, so a deep breath was taken before she began to walk through the room.

She spotted the dancefloor nearby, but there was no way she'd start her night there - she knew how to dance and even felt like she was pretty decent at it. But one step at a time. Instead, she decided to head up to the 2nd floor and approached the bar to order herself a glass of Alderaanian red wine - her favorite kind.

With her fingers curled around the fancy glass, she raised it to her lips to take a sip. Her eyes were scanning the room, noting the various patrons, but none stood out in the 'chaos' of the club. So she kept to herself for now and tried her best to enjoy the start to what would likely become quite an interesting night.

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[Rekha Kaarde]

She walked through the doors paying not attention to anyone or anything. There she stood with her eyes closed taking in a deep breath................there's nothing like a club, a bar...or whatever name they gave it right now.

Aside from the usual smell of too many people there was that small waft of alcohol. mmmmmm....slowly she opened her eyes and looked about, ok a few stares but they were all quick enough to look away. That made her smile. "Good"

She headed to the bar what did Yula Perl have on the menu. A little shimmy to the left and slide to the right a twist and a turn and Rekha found the bar. "Hi...Wanna hear a joke?"

The half smile said no but who did she listen to anyhow, "How do Sith Lords say good bye?"

Moments passed with no attempt, "Really...." She tilted her head waiting, "not one idea........." ugh she made the disappointed frowny face, "Darth LATER!" She grinned big. It wasn't a great joke it was a silly joke.

Not even a smile from grumpy, "tough crowd. I'll take an ale for now, whatever you recommend" Let's make friends she thought come on....she smiled again. Ok she needed to stop that she was looking insane. This was almost as bad as the night she got caught and Shuklaar Kyrdol ran around the Sea of Souls with her. She wondered how was he...did he still live. Those mando sometimes had real short lives.

 

[Aeris Lashiec]

Yula Perl

There she was! Yulaaaaa! The PINK MENACE and she was AMAZING. DUH.

“Oh Yula,” Aeris frowned and slowly leaned forward to wrap her arms around the Zeltron’s shoulder and waist. “We are like sisters, I would never abandon you and your perfect lips.”

The hug lasted for far longer than any hug had a right to last, but by the time that it ended, Aeris would separate with a new drink in hand. Tall glass, orange at the bottom, yellow at the top. Plenty of ice, which made PERFECT SENSE because this place was so hot it very well could have BEEN ON FIRE. Aeris was exposing far more skin than she ever had before, courtesy of the outfit Yula had borrowed her, but that still did NOTHING to help her STAY COOL.

Her lips met the straw as the alcoholic beverage proceeded to flood her mouth like a child sipping on a juice box. Rich, flavorful, most likely entirely artificial, but so cold and most of all the BEST THING EVER.

By the time the sip was over, Aeris put her hand on Yula’s shoulder.

“You and me?” Hic. “We have dealt with so much of you know whose you know whats during the you know whens.”

“That man is dumb as a rock.”

“... But I love him.” Frown, followed by SUDDEN REALIZATION. “Oh! No, no, nonono, Not like THAT, like, a brother. You LOVE-LOVE him, I like… LIKE-LOVE him. There is at least one separation of… Words.”

 

[Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak]

What the hell was Zanvic doing here?

He stumbled on what was called the Solstice Vine Club, he was criticized by his soldiers over the past few months for having and he quotes "stick up his ass and has absolutely no life." It was much to Zanvic's surprise as much as his troops that he didn't have them wash the toilets for a year. It was mostly because Zanvic had pondered on what they said to him. It was true, Zanvic didn't have a life outside the Galactic Alliance Defense Force, he was created to serve the Galactic Alliance it was what the Senators paid the Kaminoans to do and it was all Zanvic knew. However with that was going on lately, Zanvic figured that he could unwind, besides when he looked at the amount of R and R he accumulated it was as long as a Hutt's lifespan.

Zanvic could try to be more than just a soldier, a tool created to serve maybe he can try to "cool" or "hip" was that what the young people were saying these days? Coming in wearing casual clothing he bought from a random shop this morning Zanvic was like a fish out of water in this rowdy place. Explosions were replaced loud dubstep, the smell of plasma was replaced with alcohol. Zanvic shuddered eyes darting everywhere forget fish out of water, he was a fish out of water and into a fry pan and the worst part is that his pants was on too tight. Zanvic must've picked one that was one or two sizes tight it was starting to ride up his crotch!

The soldier lumbered towards the bar where the bartender turned around and smiled. "What do you want mac?" he asked.

"Um," Zanvic gulped. "Can I have water please?"

"What the frack?!" the man laughed. "What is this?! Tatooine?! Come on man be serious!"

Sweat started to form around Zanvic's brow, this was honestly tougher than trying to disarm a nuke while in the middle of blaster fight.

Valery Noble

 

[Zoey Bradiss]

<''Good choice, miss Bradiss. As a minor, you are not allowed to digest the majority of beverages served at this establishment.''> N8 spoke up in his stern robotic voice behind her. It elicited a deep sigh of blasé and eyeroll from the teenage girl that, if not for the fine suit, would look much out of place at the club.

''Ughh...'' Zoey uttered and turned to N8. ''C'mon, you know me, Nate! I would never do that - not with you around!'' she pointed out oozing with sarcasm, which went above the head and the programming of the droid. N8 was carefully programmed to look after Zoey in all aspects, not just if she would be under threat of physical trouble. Of course, Zoey appreciated her parents consideration of her, but it was just a tad too much sometimes and that included N8's over the top supervision.

Zoey spun herself back towards the counter and took a sip of the non-alcoholic drink. Just then and in the corner of her eye, she saw a pink-hued figure taking the empty barstool beside her. She felt that he gave her looks, maybe because he saw through her grown up attire and wondered what a young girl like her did at a place like this.

"Jawa Juice ey, that's one of my favorites"

The mans voice revealed his considerable state of intoxication. It didn't bother Zoey as of now, but pink hue... He must have been a zeltron! A species that Zoey had never met or interacted with before, just heard of, one time from her sister Jane who apparently had something going with a zeltron bounty hunter. It had intrigued her immensely and made her try to draw out every bit of juicy information of Jane, still Jane had given her very limited of it but had promised that Zoey would get to meet the guy someday.

She glanced at the guy and returned his smile with one of her own, however a little hesistant.

''Heh! Yeah, mine too!'' she said and nodded before taking a drink out of it, silently wondering what the mans intention was. He looked considerably older than her and being the young teenager that she was, she was oblivious to the possibility that he tried to hit on her . To her, born and raised into the safety of a wealthy coruscanti family, it could never be her thought that someone that old would try something like that.

Suddenly, she sensed something else. Someone was observing her from a distance, and when she glanced around she saw a very familiar and beautiful looking blonde.

''Kriff - Jane!'' Zoey blurted out in reaction to her sisters presence, and quickly turned back to the zeltron man. ''Hey! Pink man! Don't look now, but I think my sister's here!'' she said out of shear surprise. Zoey knew what Jane thought about her running around on her own, despite N8's protection. Though, the two sisters always trusted one another with their secrets. Zoey had also noticed the rather buff man that seemed to be in company with her. Probably he who had hooked up with her for the night, and not the reverse, Zoey thought.

Jane lovett, Caltin Vanagor , Cyran Vaas ​

 

[Evelyn Shaw]

It had been a good while since Evelyn had been in a nightclub, specifically to enjoy herself anyway. Back when she ran with Sebastian’s crew, they had frequented these types of venues often. Provided a neutral ground to just relax, to discuss plans and make business if the opportunity arose.

The Echani had been fairly familiar with nightclubs by then, but seeing things from the perspective of a smuggler opened her eyes. Know what to look for, identify certain types of people that could be bartered with, or swindled.

But tonight was not the night for that, instead she was here with her girlfriend, capping off their getaway. It had been a time for them to get away, to help clear their minds of recent events. Mostly to help Amea, but Evelyn knew some part of her needed it too. And now they were finishing it off with something she knew the brunette enjoyed immensely.

She couldn’t wipe away the smile on her face, as they danced and drank the time away. Evelyn let out a small laugh after the departed the dancer floor, still coming down from the excited high.

“Exactly, what better way to cap it off?”

The Echani took her glass, swirling the contents a little before looking at Amea. She smiled, raising her glass. “To us.”

She clinked her glass against Amea’s, then immediately downed it.

Amea Virou​

 

[Brooke Waters]

Making her way over to the bar, the blonde took a second, someone was touching her… Pell hadn’t arrived yet. Where was Pell coming from again? Brooke thought that her ultimate wingwoman was arriving from Nar Shaddaa or something. It was fine, she’d get there when she got there… But she turned as the pink lady spun her around. “Aeris? No, your princess is in another castle, I think.”

She smirked, thinking herself creative, referencing something from… what, the future was it? She kept an eye on the woman, who she knew to be Yula Perl as she walked off, clearly hunting for someone. Finally, she turned back and ordered herself a Pamarthean Sunset, tropical drink, fruity flavors, orange in color. Smiling as she got her drink, she tipped a few extra talons down and made her way towards one of the windows.

A totally different view, Cloud City to the coasts of Kattada. The clouds seemed to reflect the system’s star as well, and it just brought a whole different feeling and attitude to the world. Smiling, she felt and then saw her friend enter the bar. Hurrying over, Pell embraced Brooke and the two just about exploded in some form of glitter. Pell has a style, is technically what that was all about.

“So, Brooke! What kind of trouble can we get in here?”

“Depends how hard you want to drink!”

And with that, there was a call for shots.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Bespin, Cloud City - Solstice Vine
Outfit: Casual (Just ya know, minus the metal and pointy things)
Tags: Open to Interaction
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For the former Sith, there was a great deal of irony coming to the Solstice Vine. This was the second time she had visited this nightclub, and many years back had been at another of Heartbeat House’s venues. The first had been when she was starting down the Sith path. The second; her first visit to the Vine, was on her way out. Although that wasn’t apparent at the time.

And now here she was, finally free. Emotion and sensation unshackled from ancient Sith magic.

The last time she was here, Vaylin had been chasing what was fleeting. Hoping that some vestige of emotion remained in her. But the result of that night had been the ultimate realization, and the first time Moirai had begun to take over.

But now she was here to simply enjoy herself, and admittedly catch up on what she had missed out on these past years. Donning an old favourite outfit of hers, the Zabrak hadn’t wasted time in heading to Bespin.

She practically grinned as she stepped into the nightclub, feeling the vibration in the floor. Music blasting out, the thunderous collective on the dance floor.

Vaylin looked around, pondering if she could spot any familiar faces, hopefully not Sith ones. She looked up after a few moments, eyes trailing along the balcony of the second floor. And sure enough, her gaze fell upon the familiar Perl Matriarch, Joza Perl .

The Zabrak made a mental note to not destroy anything tonight...hopefully.

 

[Kyra Perl]

"What is taking so damn long," he complained while forced to wait in line, so close yet so far from the club entrance. Some big guy was holding up the line, apparently interesting enough for security to run a check lengthy enough to warrant keeping the rest of hopeful clubbers waiting. "The man is clearly not underage..."

He looked to his side and shrugged, arms crossed over his chest.

"You doing alright, Pinky," he asked no-one, or at least so it seemed. "I can barely make you out myself, standing next to you."

One of the new stealth units that came in recently. Each regiment was given a few trial versions to test out, see whether they're worth the credits Ranger Command invested into their manufacturing. It just so happened Kyra Perl was still underage. Only by a year or two.

"It'll be fun," he reassured her. "You need to get out more, see a bit of the world you've shut yourself in from. I'm not doing another pizza night. Thrice in a row was quite enough."

Getting Kyra to come with to Bespin hadn't been an easy sell, but he was going there anyway to celebrate with some of his junior officers the defeat of the Bryn'adûl. Hence the off-duty uniform. She might as well come along, leave her self-imposed weight of the galaxy at home for once. Let Popsicles shoulder it, just for tonight.

"Besides, you'll get to see your mother and your sister again. It'll make them happy, and it'll be good for you."

Finally the line was moving again, and it didn't take long until it was their turn. Recognising the uniform, the bouncer did not bother checking his ID; not alot of minors wearing oak leaves on their collar, was there.

"Major."

Offering a quick salute, once across the threshold Thirdas glanced over his shoulder back at the invisible Kyra. Though he could not see her, he could sense her. The faintest of nod was sent her way, urging her to get through while she had her opening.

“Happy? Pretty sure they still have me banned from this place.” She uttered under her breath. Because 18 was still a baby when you were the family’s youngest.

She took the opening and slipped on through, a feat that was harder than it sounded when you couldn’t see your own two feet.

The thrum of the club filled her, echoes of hazy memories fluttering through her. She rubbed back a wave of goosebumps and stepped to the side.

In the corner of the entry, half obscured by shadows, Kyra jumped to sight.


She rubbed her wrist, massaging the lines left by the unit she tested. “it’s Itchy,” she informed him, stepping to his side and folding into the crowd.

Her eyes scanned the heads on instinct, looking for the tell-tale red that would send her ducking. Just like old times.

“you didn’t tell them we were coming?” She tried to confirm, a wary edge entering her as she shifted in place.
(Phone post)

 

[Amea Virou]

Evelyn Shaw

Was it the drink? The second their glass clinked, Amea swore she could feel every single vibration that circled through the glass that was in her own hand. As the salt brushed against the tip of her tongue and as the sweet and sour liquid burned its way down her throat she swore she could feel the weights lift off her shoulders again.

It was such a simple thing, to simply wish themselves a continued happy existence, but it was more than enough. Amea placed the rimmed glass on the table between them and slowly leaned forward to rest against her forearm.

“So, Miss Shaw,” Amea mused with a grin. “What exactly would you say brings you here tonight?”

“Business or pleasure?” And with that, Amea could not keep the grin from her face. She snorted for a moment as she tried to contain the chuckle, but even she had to admit that was pretty horrible.

She took a deep breath and tried again.

“Is it still too early, or do we have some sort of con we want to run tonight?”

“... The angry exes act is usually a classic. If they’re drunk enough.”

“But then, just being here and not running a job is good enough for me.”

 

[Kal]

Freezing like a womp rat in the headlights at being approached and 'exposed', the Mirialan made it even more clear that he was simply not cut out for subterfuge; no matter, it's not as if it was needed in this particular situation, other than not looking like a madman, of course. If he was lucky, she might have a thing for the unhinged.

Kal certainly wouldn't find that surprising, given their previous interaction; would the young man be pleased if he knew the Shadow had failed to warn him he was talking with a Sith? Probably not. Did Kal care? Not enough to keep this going.

"Oh, uh, hello." Realising how quiet he came off, he raised his voice. "Just trying to get used to the noise!"

<Smooth.> 'Shut up and be helpful.' <You're doing acceptably. She approached you, after all.> 'Well, what do I do?' <Talk to her, not me, for one. I'm not an expert, try complimenting her attire?>

"Nice... robe?!"

Ishani Dinn​

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Entering the club, they were first met by the pounding bass penetrating wall and flesh alike. Next, as they moved through the corridor which opened up into the dance floor, the bass was joined by more and more loud sounds, each more heart-pounding than the last. Thirdas glanced down at Kyra as they neared the dance floor.

"No," he answered bluntly. "I'm not forcing you to see them, Kyra. There's no meeting set up or anything. But you've locked yourself away from the rest of the world long enough. I just want you to remember what it's like to have fun again, like you used to."

He stopped them right as they were about to step inside, taking her by the arm.

"Avoid them if you like, or go say hello. Your choice, Pinky."

And with that Thirdas turned away and stepped out into the club proper, taking in his surroundings. He'd heard a lot about this establishment - it was the hottest night club at Cloud City after all - but he'd never been in person. As he slowly made his way through the heaving dance floor and the constant crowd that occupied it, his eyes were drawn to the balconies of the second floor. There he locked eyes briefly with the Perl Matriarch herself, watching her sip from her drink.

Having ascended the staircase, locating the bar proved easy enough, his tall frame granting him a better view of the various areas. Already he noted some of his boys from the 88th tucked away in the corner booth, laughing and shouting as a tray of shots was brought to their table. He smiled, but would not immediately join them.

First he intended to meet with the mother of the woman he loved.

Without a word he carefully sidled up to her, joining her in leaning against the railing, overlooking the frantic moves of the dancers below. As far as he was concered, Joza was his vastly superior officer when it came to her children. There were no bounds to the respect he had for the Queen Z.

"Pretty packed tonight," he began by stating the obvious. He glanced down at the drink in her hand and noticed it was in fact wine.

"What're we having?"

Joza Perl Kyra Perl ​

 

[Yula Perl]

“We have dealt with so much of you know whose you know whats during the you know whens.”

Yula blinked. Then she squinted, as if that would help Aeris’ words make sense.

“That man is dumb as a rock.”

Ohhh.

“Ohhh.” It always impressed her how one of the galaxy’s best investigators could sometimes be…well, Aeris had said it best.

Yula hooked an arm around the Jedi’s shoulders in an attempt to comfort. Normally collected and well-spoken, it was a little funny to see the blonde so…awkward. It was humanizing. Not that she didn’t think of Aeris as inhuman or difficult to approach, but perhaps the similarities between the two women were greater than she had initially imagined.

Aeris, Yula, and Dagon shared a single brain cell, and the librarian was usually the one using it.

“That’s good!” She encouraged. As a second thought, she leaned in to get a quick sip of the woman’s newfound drink. Colorful, sugary, and sweet—just like most of the cocktails offered at the bar. “He needs people around him, folks that love him, to keep his head on straight. We all do.” Platonic love was different than romantic love, but it could be just as strong, just as valuable.

“So you…you into droids? Didn’t peg you for the type. Or a thief, for that matter.“ Yula grinned wide, with teeth. Aeris was unattached, wasn’t she? Or perhaps she was the type who liked it that way and preferred something without the hassle of forming a bond. Sometimes that sort of thing just happened—it was how she and Dag became an item, eventually. Aeris, though? Who knew.

“We finding you a guy tonight for the ol’ ‘connect-disconnect’ orrrr….?”

Aeris Lashiec

 

[Aeris Lashiec]

“Here’s to that, sister!” Aeris proclaimed happily and downed a sizable part of her drink. She staggered back for a second before she stood up again. “Dagon is a snail on a rope— a string— ...something very long and narrow, but he has you and me to kick him in the nuts when he gets out of line.”

There was a quiet ‘please tell me you would kick him in the nuts’ glance that Aeris shot at Yula before she placed her half-empty drink on a nearby table. The hand that had held the glass reached out for a nearby jug of delicious water that she gave a telekinetic pull into her own hand just in time for the ‘thief’ remark.

“I am not a thief!” Aeris burst with frustration before she took a sip from the glass container and put it back down again. “And I am not just into droids either.”

“Love is love, you do not determine who you fall in love with.” She lectured and grabbed her orange drink again. “It is to surrender part of yourself to someone else and hope that they do not—” Eyes began to well, eyes grew red and puffy. “Do not abandon you, or fail to give it back.”

Arms wrapped around Yula. Deep breath. Alright, Aeris. Recenter. Come on, just recenter. Get back in the game again. She let out a deep sigh.

“Okay, I am better.” She lied and wiped the tears again. “Let’s find that— robot or whatever you talked about. The connecting disconnector. I need a distraction right now.”

Yula Perl

 

[Ishani Dinn]

For a moment the Mirialan looked so panic-stricken at being approached, Ishani was concerned he might bolt or perhaps even faint. But he recovered enough to sputter a greeting and mentioned the noise.

She pointed upwards. “It’s quieter on the second floor, if you prefer!”

Smiling, she pinched the folds of her dress and held them out, as if putting it on display. “It’s a cultural thing,” she explained. “I’ve just gotten used to wearing it.”

The veil in particular hid the fact that she’d had to shave her head when she joined the Chaldean Mystics, and while her hair was still growing out she wasn’t completely comfortable with going bare out in public. Wearing the veil without the rest of the getup didn’t look right, so there she was, in full Mystic costume in the club.

She knew Mirialans tattooed their faces to denote rank or skill, or something along those lines. He had no tattoos that she could see, which might mean he had done nothing worth tattooing about, or that he was raised outside the traditional Mirialan culture. Either way, hopefully he didn’t care too much about the significance of her outfit.

“So, what are you here for? Dancing? Drinking? Food? Games?” She shrugged. “People keep telling me the pretzels are really good, but I haven’t ordered one yet…”

Kal​

 

[Joza Perl]

“With what I spent on advertising, it had better be.”

Eyes still lingering on the crowds below, Joza smile against the rim of the glass before turning to face Thirdas. Even though he and Nida were not yet married—and likely wouldn’t be until her daughter returned from her journey of penance—she regarded the younger Heavenshield as a son-in-law. She knew his parents well, all three of them watching as their children forged their own paths in the galaxy.

She lifted the glass between them so that he could get a closer look at the reddish-amber liquid as it shifted in the club’s multicolored lighting.

“Port in a Storm, a sweet red from Pamarthe. I would not recommend it for those who only have one liver.”

And yet, with full knowledge that the typical Valkyri had a single liver, she raised a finger. This signaled the bartender, who arrived on swift feet with a glass for Thirdas. She’d seen his people drink and was curious to see how the Major would react to this drink, famous for its strength and for causing an abnormal, unpleasant burning sensation twice that of nearly any alcohol in the galaxy.

“Leave the bottle.”

She palmed the container for a moment and turned it over in her hand, giving the label a cursory glance before turning her attention back to Thirdas.

“Do you find yourself on Bespin often? Perhaps, you’ve made a special trip.”

A familiar presence, dampened by technology but present all the same permeated her senses.

Her daughter.

She would say nothing for now, content with chatting up the youngest of the Lion Cubs. After all, Kyra could not hide from her mother forever.

Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Force Dammit, Thirdas.

Kyra scrambled after him with yelp, the device turned back on as his oafish feet took him up the metal rungs towards the second floor. Of course he wanted to see the parents. He was a massocist.

Or a suck up.

Every step towards her mother solidified the resolved that scared her to her core. He wasn't going to let Nida go. Not in the slightest.

Urgency entered her steps as she ducked under an elbow. A breathless curse filled the air as Kyra squeezed her way through. She came up to find her mother serving Thirdas Port in a Storm. Because nothing said welcome to the family like here puke in a bucket. Devious woman. Kyra rolled her eyes and stepped to the side, trying to make space for her hidden body where the bend of light couldn't give her away. The suit was good, but there were always tells.

Her eyes caught on a discarded glass, the contents half full and watered down from metled ice. For a moment, she entertained picking it up and tossing it back.

She shoved it away, her features sharp as she let out a long breath. Thidas could make his own mistakes. Well. As far as taking drinks from her mother was concerned.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen bided his time as he sat in one of the corner booths, looking through his helmet at the datapad to get his daily briefing of news. It had been a long day of sightseeing and the Clone wanted to rest his tired feet. To be honest, he was surprised the bouncer had even let him in but he suspected the big man didn't want to bother with a Mandolarian who might have weapons stuffed up his arse. Either way, he could experience what being a high roller was like, for a little bit at least. To be honest, he was surprised by the number of personalities here. Sure this wasn't any run-of-a-mill cantina but it wasn't a club on a capital world either. Wait... Was that Master Vanagor? And was he trying to flirt with Jane Lovett of all people? On second thought he might need that drink just get that off his mind. Or more than a couple.

His eyes searched the crowd some more till he spotted two women he had only seen on the covers of stories he had glanced over when looking in the NJO's temple for his records. Young men and women did have such "creative" minds, didn't they? It was hard not the notice the two even if the trooper hadn't come across those book covers. Both Yula and Aeris stood out at the bar as they embraced each other, making them appear like Nunas in an Acklay pen in this environment. Well... when did a Zealtron and a striking blonde not stand out in a crowd?

It was funny, they looked smaller when not in leather corsets, boots with spikes all over, and a whip not in their hand. But then again, real life wasn't the same as fiction. Did he... The Clone quickly shook his head. No, introducing himself to them now would just make him a third wheel in what was clearly a private conversation. He would rather wait to see what happened to those two rather vibrant personalities out of the corner of his eye and if he got the chance to be involved he would take it. Till then all he could do is take off his old style Phase I helmet and starting eating the dinner he had ordered. If the two women probed in his direction, they would feel a medium force presence or what readings could be expected coming off an average padawan. Aeris would probably recognize a Fett clone when she saw one but otherwise, he was just another being in the crowded club, eating his dinner as he kept to himself. The Clone was content to watch the club life swirl around him as he kept watch, ready for any surprises this complex social problem had in store for him.

Yula Perl Aeris Lashiec