Reverance Broke My Damn Table [Dragon Palace Casino - Antecedent]

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

OOC; Please note that while this thread is open, it's also on the Red Ravens homeworld, in their main base of operations. It has been fortified a stupid amount. Non-militant interactions are fine, but I will GM the dev threaded defences if you come in here like a twit, and you will be maimed and/or killed <3

"What do you mean you can't get the same wood? It's wood! It literally grows on trees!"

"Yes Miss, but it was from a fairly rare tree on Orrazerus and if you'll recall-"

"Do not speak to me about that planet. You know how I feel about that planet."

"Yes Miss, so do the trees Miss!"

The aide agreed in a rather strained voice. The Twi'lek shot him a look, which had him hastily dropping his eyes, but it was fairly well established that as long as you did your job unless you really stepped out of line she was actually a quite reasonable boss. And they got dental care. Always a bonus.

Chiasa for her part, was giving an even darker look to the empty space where a table that matched all the other ones in the Dragon Palace Casino had once stood until [member="Reverance"] had decided the correct way to show how spooky and tough he was as the Dark Lords Wrath was to break her table. That sort of behaviour was just uncalled for, barbarians. This was why the Sith couldn't have nice things. Only Vong. At least now that one of the things they couldn't have was the Ravens, it was possible she'd get to have nice things and keep them.

"You're telling me no one can just.. make it look like the other ones? We can build human replica droids, but we can't make a matching table?"

[member="Alexandria Fraytal"]

 

[Alexandria Fraytal]

Most people didn't know that the barbarian of a woman was also a part time carpenter. They also didn't know, or couldn't tell, that she was generally willing to help people she liked out. Because they didn't know that she liked people at all. So it might have been a surprise when the six and a half feet tall woman walked into the Dragon Palace Casino with a toolbox. Certainly she wasn't a repairman? Repairwoman? Person who repairs things? That obviously was completely and utterly impossible! There was no way- why was she measuring the existing tables?... Is there a reason she is feeling the need to write said measurements down?.. She couldn't possibly be... be here to replace the thing that [member="Reverance"] had taken away from [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], could she?...
Huh. Well, people have been wrong before.

"What kind of wood was it? I might be able to mirror the look and texture." Seven asked, not even bothering to look at the duo behind her. Hell, she hadn't even announced her presence. Was that something she had been supposed to do? Was she even allowed back here?... Eh, that didn't really matter to her. What mattered was figuring out how exactly she was going to do this. First on her agenda: figure out what Madam President wanted. Did she want an exact replica? Or an even better looking piece of furniture? "Are we going for an complete copy? Or something a little bit different this time around? Rule of thumb: The better it looks, the more likely it's going to get smashed by someone. Gotta keep that in mind."

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa turned around, slightly surprised by the question from behind her. She'd been vaguely aware of someone there and moving about, but because Seven didn't make a fuss, and moved in the no nonsense way of someone who belonged there and had things to do, she hadn't really been paying attention. She largely trusted in the defences of the Dragon Palace Casino to keep out any enemies, so she'd pegged whatever was going on behind her as staff business. Someone had once told her one of the most effective ways to manage people was just to have competent people and then get out of their way. She did so whenever possible, it made her life easier.

"Zewroshrr, apparently. I looked it up after one of them tried to kill me."

"And then you burned them all down.."

"Technically,"

The Twi'lek raised her voice slightly, effectively silencing her aide.

"technically Dakita burned them down. And the volcano. And the orbital bombardment probably didn't help."

She did have to smile slightly as she considered the wrath that had rained down upon what was probably one of the worst planets in the galaxy.

"And I still think it's an improvement."

"But it is why I can't replace the table."

"Yes, you made your point, thank you. Go do one of the other things I pay you to do!"

The aide knew when he'd pushed to about the limit and scurried off. Maybe to do work, maybe for hookers and spice, it was hard to tell in the criminal underworld. As long as things were done at the end of the day Chiasa didn't much care.

"A copy I suppose, all the other ones are the same. You're a woodworker? And yes, I've noticed the tendency of some people to try and destroy pretty things that aren't theirs."

This clearly amused her. She likely was not referencing tables. She was still a bit vexed about the table, but really, in the grand scheme of things. Still, it was fascinating that this hulking warrior woman who overtopped her by nearly a foot was both able and willing to make a table. She was a relatively new addition to the Unkindness, but Chiasa suspected she would more than earn her keep. Table making was just a bonus.

[member="Alexandria Fraytal"]

 

[Alexandria Fraytal]

To be honest... she had no idea what a 'Zewroshrr' was. Then again, she didn't really know what a lot of things were. Regardless she was certain that she would be up to the task. How hard could it be? Some paint here, some dye there, and a little reinforcement there would make a near-exact replica. The only difference would be that this one would be twice as strong. Hopefully. Now that step one was completed it was time to decide on materials. What kind of wood would be the best for this job? Hmm... As Seven thought she was vaguely aware of Chiasa speaking to her aide. Usually she'd be amused, but she was to busy working to bother chuckling. Though she did crack a bit of a grin when burning down planets was mentioned.
Sounded fun.

"I'm guessing, then, that we won't be able to get any more of the stuff. That'll make this a bit harder, but not much. Still quite feasible. Won't even cost much." Seven paused, realizing that it sounded like she planned on making her boss pay for it. "The supplies. The supplies won't cost much. Depends on where we buy the wood and what kind we decide on." Moving over to one of the other tables she ran her hand gently across the top before tapping gently. It produced a nice enough sound. "I'm thinking either we get a Laakwal tree from Teth or a quote in quote Massassi tree from Yavin four. Either could produce the same color nicely. They'd be lacking the same sound, and the latter would be more expensive, but stronger."

"Less likely to break."
She blinked.

"As for being a carpenter... well, I guess you could say that. Back on Tatooine architects were in high demand. People needed buildings that would stand up to centuries of sand. Most of the designs were more complicated than you might think. Gave me some work to do before I came here. Picked up a few tips and tricks while we decorated the place," Seven said, wondering if that was to much personal information. Then came the thought about pretty things... "I find it interesting, actually. People love to break beautiful things. To watch them be crushed between their hands. Yet... are such things not easier to deal with? When we mask our troubles with silk and gold, they are far easier to swallow. To ignore. You'd think people would destroy the ugly, the scared, the obvious instead."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Despite herself the Twi'lek was rather interested in this whole rebuilding a table business. It was not something she'd ever really thought of. Tables were just things you bought. She'd never considered the actual process involved in building one.

"It might be difficult. I'm sure some of it is starting to grow back..."

Mores the pity.

"Lakwaal would likely be quickest to get. Galactically speaking, Teth is just next door. Still has a slight Rakghoul problem but.. We've all got problems, I'm sure they're coping."

She considered it for the moment. To hell with it. She'd liked that table. She ate lunch there sometimes.

"Still, we hold Nar Shaddaa, everything passes through there. If we're going to build something we might as well build it properly. I'm sure we can get hold of some Massassi wood."

She listened as Seven expanded on her background, and her views. The woman was a fascinating anachronism. Simple in some ways, complex and philisophical in others. This did not surprise Chiasa as much as it might, after all, she'd spent some time in a desert, what did you have to do beside survive and think?

"Mm, the desert can be a harsh place, this is so. It was much the same on Ryloth. I sometimes wonder if we do not want to destroy the beautiful because it reminds us of the ugly and scarred within ourselves. Perhaps then, people feel if the beauty is gone their own ugliness will not seem so bad without the contrast."

The Twi'lek liked beautiful things. Was exceptionally vain. Dressed well, had the best that money could buy in almost all aspects of her life. But everyone had parts of themselves they didn't like, no matter how well buried.

[member="Alexandria Fraytal"]

 

[Alexandria Fraytal]

Rakghouls were, surprisingly, things she knew about. Sort of. There were many tales of how the beasts had once been released on Tatooine, and how the Tuskens defeated them with ease. It had taken her awhile to connect what her people described them as to the real deal. Seven had been rather proud when she found out her ancestors hadn't been exaggerating in their tales of glory. But these are thoughts for another time, let us move on: I'm sure we can get hold of some Massassi wood. Hearing that was like music to her ears! How long had it been since she had gotten to work with the material? Eh, three or four years, probably. While it was tough, it was by no means an unpleasant substance, and was actually quite nice to use for a variety of things.

Tables being one.

"Some may assume that behind every beautiful thing is something horrid. When we use shine to hide our flaws... we start to believe everyone else does as well. Or so I imagine," Seven said, pausing to think for a moment. After a few seconds she let out a 'hmm' and spoke again. "Everyone is both ugly and pretty, are they not? Once I had a conversation with my tribe's shaman. They were discussing my coming of age rites. At some point I vaguely remember them saying something along these lines: 'Ravens can fly, but have you seen one walk? I can not see, but the creator lets me talk.'" Briefly she let her lips curl up into a soft smile. One might find it to be an odd sight. "They were blind in the way we often think of. But they were a prophet, a storyteller, a seer. Though they could not witness the world around them... they knew more of the desert then I ever did."
The smile widened.

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