Savage heart

[Tamith-Kes]

[SIZE=11pt]Nar Shadaa[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The blade was not a very nice place but nice places always made Tamith uncomfortable. She had found a booth in a dark corner. She was used to attracting male attention but she usually didn't have to worry about that here. She had earned herself a reputation since she broke the hands of the last one who touched her. She had spent some time speaking to the dancing girl to make sure that she was being treated well. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was nursing a drink and watching the crowd. Her crew was busy securing passengers and cargo. Tamith was here to make her quarterly payment to Olthogo the old. She knew just how to interact with him so she wasn't worried in the slightest. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She just itched for something interesting to happen. Downtime made her antsy. She wasn't rich by any means but she wasn't exactly hurting for money. She didn't need much, most of her money was tied up in ship upgrades. All she owned otherwise she carried with her. Her most prized possession hung around her neck, a tooth from a young rancor. She twirled her finger in her drink and looked about. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her skin was pale and though she often painted herself for battle she was clean and fresh today. Her hair hung in nearly a dozen thick braids and her light green eyes flicked from person to person. [/SIZE]

 

[Muad Dib]

Slugs .... He hated them. Grotesque, slimy, and the constant drivel of drool leaking from their face. Yes, he hated Hutts. But when you were finalizing a deal with a mercenary group utilized by the crime Syndicate you had to play nice with a Hutt. Leaving the meeting her idly wondered what a fifty pound bag of salt would do to the slug... An adventure for another day.

Moving down the walk he snarled at the falling rain. Wearing just his tunic, boots, and trousers he wasn't as rain repellant as he would be in his beskar'gam. But appearances dictated he didn't show up ready to deep fry the slug. Although that would have been entertaining as well. His gunbelt and sword strapped to his back were non negotiable however. They went with him.

Looking next to him he grinned at Sol who walked next to him. During the meeting he had grinned at him, the same grin that said "I wanna do something fun" that usually lead to explosions and large groups of armed soldiers chasing them. But for once he restrained himself. Chuckling he saw the Blade up ahead and ducked in out of the downpour.

Glowing blue eyes flickered around before heading to the bar and pulling a deathstick from the pack in his pocket. The tip flared to life, seemingly on its own, allowing him to breath in deeply as he waited for the bartender. Looking sideways at Sol he laughed.

"Onderon was fun."

[member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Tamith-Kes"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Muad had called him up a few days ago and told him about a big job he needed help with. Sol hadn't been thrilled by what Muad had planned but the man agreed to his price so here he was. Now Sol was helping the Mandalorian out doing prep work for the operation. This had involved meeting with one of the various Hutts on Nar Shadaa. One of these days he'd figure out how the giant, nearly immobile, disgusting piles of flesh that made up the Hutt race managed to become the default rulers of almost every criminal underground. After he figured out how natural selection created them.

Unlike Muad, he hadn't had any reason not to come loaded for bear. After all, he was ostensibly acting as a bodyguard at the moment. All though he'd be a shit one if it came up. However, Sol always kept his gear as light as he could so all he had on him was his battle chest piece, his two pistols, his two short vibroblades, and the various small doodads he kept in his various pouches.

Muad kept giving him the look. Somehow, despite their relatively short acquaintance, Sol had learned what the look meant it meant Muad wanted to cause trouble. "We destroyed two city blocks on Onderon." He points out as he waits for his drink. "We probably can't get away with that here. Helix is one thing but we can't scare off the hutts." A glass of whisky is placed in front of Sol and he takes a sip before he begrudgingly admits. "But yeah, I could use a warm up." Muad was a terrible influence.

[member="Tamith-Kes"] | [member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Asa Shi'ne]

Asa stood there in the downpour; the rain pelting her jacket, seeping through down to her stealthsuit. The coolness actually felt a bit relieving. But Asa was not here to revel in rainfall, she was here for a mark. Someone was paying a hefty sum for some 'terrorist' they called the Daemon. That someone being what remains of the Helix Crime Syndicate, and her mark, the Daemon, being [member=Muad Dib]. Apparently he had destroyed a good few blocks of their city and had left the Syndicate in waste. The latter was obvious from the bruised and bloodied leaders of the Helix who had given her the contract.

But Asa was growing tired. It has been weeks with little results, as every time she gets a lead, this Daemon has already come and gone. From system to system. From region to region. Muad was becoming a man of elusive qualities. Now she found herself on Nar Shaddaa, outside The Blade. Another wild goose chase, she told herself. Her informant on this lead seemed more doubtful than the previous one, and this bothered Asa to no end. She was not even sure if she could take this mark; the Daemon killed almost a hundred of Helix's men and destroyed nearly three city blocks...it was sounding like a job for a small, well-equipped, army. Not that she doubted her own abilities, but to her it sounded like a man who would not go down easily, if at all. Now add to that the fact that the Helix leadership wants him alive and brought back to them, and it just adds a degree of difficulty. Asa was great at killing. Should an enemy be in front of her...he wouldn't be for long. More than capable of standing her own, she could easily clear a room full of thugs or criminal underlings, but this man did not sound incompetent like others were. The only advantage she had was that this was an exclusive bounty...not posted anywhere...she should have the element of complete surprise.

She looked up at the sign, feeling the pitter-patter of the rain splash against her face. She was lightly equipped for the task at hand....but she wished not to bring attention to herself. Hidden by her jacket were both her throwing knifes strapped to her hip, and her power gauntlet, which was well hidden by her sleeve. She sighed before deciding to enter. She pushed her way inside through the doors, and quickly found herself amidst an atmosphere of smoke, the smell of alchohol, drunks, and lowlives. She did not like this place. She found a vacant corner and leaned herself against the wall, taking in her surroundings. There were many patrons present; among the tables and the bar she could spy no less than ten different species alone...but she was looking for a man. She scanned the faces of the crowd, taking them all in. Her gaze came upon a rugged looking man, whose face she could not tell if it were old or just aged, and beside him a man at the bar who's face she could not see. She took note before continuing to examine the rest of the patrons, looking for a Daemon.

[member=Sol Damerin] | [member=Tamith-Kes]​

 

[Formorta]

What was this, her thousandth visit to smugglers moon, probably, but it was not likely anyone was keeping count, hopefully, her new employment did not really increase the number of friends, or allies, and keeping a low profile was more necessary then ever. The veteran sniper stalked through the swelling crowds of Na Shadda, trying to act inconspicuous as she walked along, hand on weapons in case anyone tried something stupid, eyes scanning people as they walked passed.

Being a PAC ops operative did not leave her the comfort of being as care free as usual, though such a position should be unknown to even the most well informed of agents, being as she 'rejected' the job and was not listed as a member in anyway. Officially Formorta was still just a part of the Vargent Fleet, useful cover for undercover ops, and a good way to earn extra credits on the side as well as linger near enemy worlds and undertake operations given by the lord of Shroud.

As her red gaze wander it caught on two individuals, nothing out of the ordinary, but on of them seemed familiar? Others remembered people via faces, recognizable features, her, she recognized people by how they walked, acted, body movement, and that Mando seemed very familiar. '... maud... why is he here of all places', remaining calm and silent she staled the two, slowly trying to make her way closer, interested in there purpose for being on the moon, as well as self moving cover.

Her foot steps mimic theirs, all the way to the establishment, apply named 'The Blade', "Why do I have the feeling today evens will involve a sword"?

[member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Muad Dib"] l [member="Tamith-Kes"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Business was not something Grace enjoyed. For someone whose fame until recently had revolved around a company, that was a bit of a surprise. But she had made it mostly because she could, and the money had put her through college and funded what a friend had called her "eccentricities." Talismans and scraps of ancient knowledge. Whatever she could find on the outskirts of Sith society. Yet after all that, here she was talking to a Hutt. There was a seller for some old thing of power, and he wanted someone who he knew could match his price. Thus, the Hutt would verify her and net the old artifact.

That was the plan. She knew that was gone when she walked into the room.

Instantly she could sense the intent to kill in the air. Whatever and whoever was here to cause it, she wanted no part. Sighing, she studied the room. Olthogo was not a Hutt to be trifled with, and examples had been made in the past, but something was going to go down. And soon. Subconsciously, she rubbed the blackened tattoo on her neck. The Jart was watching. His child strayed into the heart of evil, and she could feel his demands.

Free them.

She shook her head violently, feeling the pain as her mind slammed against the side of her skull. Tired steps made their way to one of the only other women in the room. [member="Tamith-Kes"] seemed like a decent enough soul. Besides, the woman radiated power, and the armor she wore was something else. The Night Mother had spoken of it, and the Lylek's children seemed to adopt it, but the orgin was a world far from them.

"So what brings a Dathomiri to Nar Shaddaa?"

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Asa Shi'ne"] [member="Formorta"]

 

[Tamith-Kes]

[SIZE=11pt]She had noted the few at the bar and the one smoking a deathstick. She wasn’t one for things like that but who was she to judge. She swirled her drink as her eyes scanned the room. Olthogo was in his antechamber meeting with some smugglers or something like that, she didn’t bother to interject herself in his affairs. He had freed her and he allowed her to fly for that he had her loyalty. She looked around and nobody really caught her attention, mostly regulars and a few new faces but that wasn’t out of place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]What she wanted was for Olthogo to finish his meeting already, that and she was waiting for word from her crew. They were a strange bunch but they were loyal to her and that was what mattered. When she was approached by the woman who recognized her heritage Tamith narrowed her eyes as if she was staring into her soul. No doubt it was her armor that had clued her into that fact. She sat forward with one hand on her knee. She saw no foul intent in her and a simple question was no grounds for hostility so Tamith decided to answer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I live here… well maybe not. I stay here from time to time when I’m not in the stars working. You may sit with me. Do you have business with Olthogo? Maybe I can help you, he is in a foul mood today. My name is Tamith-Kes and I suppose you are named as well.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her voice was husky and she lacked certain social graces. Her tone held no malice but it wasn’t overly friendly. She raised her glass to her lips and took a sip. She liked her drinks stiff but she was never one to drink to excess. If this one intended to harm Olthogo she would encounter quite a bit of resistance. Tamith was young but she was a warrior by nature forged in hardship.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Muad Dib"] [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Lady Psyona"] [/SIZE][member="Asa Shi'ne"] [member="Formorta"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Taking the shot of whiskey he tossed it back then lightly rapped the bar top for another round for the duo. Elbowing Sol lightly he grinned and turned, eyes roving over the interior as he took another drag off the deathstick. His eyes narrowed as he felt hostile intent, but he shrugged it off. This was a bar in Hutt space. There was bound to be hostilities everywhere. Chuckling he shook his head.

"You said probably. There's some wiggle room there. Like maybe a small cantina fire and brawl?"

Grinning his eyes landed in a woman in a back booth speaking to another who's back was to him. Shrugging he collected his fresh shot glass and raised it lightly in a toast to the woman. He was feeling spontaneous and in an exceptionally good mood, which was odd without the customary violence and threat of death. But in a Galaxy filled with unknowns a you never knew what would happen next.

Tossing the shot back he turned once more to tap the bar for a third round. While Muad may have been a questionable influence upon Sol, the Merc seemed to balance the madness of the blue eyed man. Of course it helped that Sol was also capable of insane acts and had a wry sense of humor that was easily misinterpreted as crass and dour. The man made Muad laugh.

[member="Tamith-Kes"] [member="Lady Psyona"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Asa Shi'ne"] [member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

"Brawl." Sol says finally, after great consideration. "We don't draw first and we don't set anything on fire. I do not want the Hutts on our ass, I want to be able to get a decent nights sleep in the future." If he let Muad start a fire, then things would escalate and they were not destroying another three city blocks. Not on Nar Shadaa at least. They had actual criminals or well actual dangerous criminal syndicates that could muster more of a showing than Helix.

Turning around his gaze tracks the bar. A lot of very dangerous looking women had entered the room. One had seemed to take an interest in him, another in Muad, and two were in a corner chatting it up. Reaching up he presses his right fist against his jaw and slowly applies pressure. The knuckles in his hand pop as those his spine as he lets his head turn with the pressure. "However, I am not starting anything." He says, looking at Muad and then shrugging.

"But knowing your charming self, I don't imagine that will make much of a difference." Sol was fairly certain, even considering their brief acquaintance, that Muad could piss off a saint enough to punch him in the mouth. Hell, Sol liked the guy and he would still happily kick him in the dick a few dozen times. However, he was pretty sure everyone that liked Muad would probably say the same thing.

[member="Tamith-Kes"] | [member="Asa Shi'ne"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Lady Psyona"] | [member="Tamith-Kes"] | [member="Muad Dib"]

(Sorry for the delay, birthday yesterday and I didn't have much time to post.)

 

[Asa Shi'ne]

Asa spied him, sitting next to the man she had noticed earlier. And they were talking with one another, this will make things more difficult, she thought to herself. He wasn't wearing any armour, which meant she could easily incapacitate him with her gauntlet, but he was armed and so seemed his friend. She kept taking glances around the rest of the scenery. It was dark and smoky, exactly what you'd expect from a bar on this part of Nar Shaddaa. She pondered her options for the next few minutes, keeping tabs on everyone who seemed armed or would intervene if something happened, which unfortunately appeared to be more than a few people. She didn't doubt herself often, but she was willing to admit that it would be impossible to get this handsome Daemon out of here without any trouble.

An idea jumped in her head. She wasn't one for breaking deals or betrayal...but at the same time this idea didn't really do either. She almost smirked at the thought; a rare occurrence.

She pushed herself from her spot on the wall, and made her way to the bar, seating herself near on the vacant stool right next to Muad. She took a second before she decided to commit.

Without talking directly to him, she made herself known, "You have a bounty on your head. I was tempted to take you but I didn't want to have to kill your friend to do so." Asa glanced to her side before continuing, "I have a proposition though, if you want to tie up some loose ends and split some earnings."

[member=Muad Dib] | ​[member=Sol Damerin] | ​[member=Tamith-Kes] | ​[member=Formorta] | ​[member=Lady Psyona]​

 

[Formorta]

Upon entering the bar things seemed to be packed with a lot of people that had the 'will not hesitate to kill you' vibe from them, the most notable of them all where two shady women in a corner booth, chatting with one another. One cloaking not to dissimilar form herself, an air of menace, probably a dark force user of some type though that was just an assumption, or the other with war paint on, looking like some sort of tribal tracker/hunter from a back water world.

She strode up to the bar and sat down, making no show of looking at any one, but still keeping in mind Muad and his friends presence, placing a few credits on the table "Pure spirit, nothing else". The bar tender gave her an odd look but complied, money was money, not really caring about Formortas age. She down the shot, keeping an ear open on the others, expecting to hear about their reasons for being her only to have the voice of a young woman, though this did not come as a surprised the fact that a supposed bounty hinter was directly approaching their quarry was.... very odd.

Formorta could not help but turn to the woman giving her a 'really?' look, but soon noticing that perhaps her methods where not so ineffective. The woman wore a tight suit which appeared to be purposely made for combat, this girl was not one to mess with, and no doubt carrying weapons, 'me and my big mouth'.

[member="Asa Shi'ne"] l [member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Muad Dib"] l [member="Tamith-Kes"] l

 

[Grace Darkson]

The Vahla was quiet as she watched the crowd, not looking at the woman after she spoke. Was that... Maud? Seriously? The Shaman was here, too? Was his totem whispering to him as hers did? She didn't know. Maybe the other spirits were quieter than hers. Still it pressed at her. It wanted to free someone near her. Why? and who was it? She didn't know.

"I was going to ask him about some business deal. I trust him more than some of the other options out there," With that, she looked at the woman. How loyal was she? "But if he's in a foul mood, I doubt he'll be agreeable enough to talk to." Her eyes swept to a Twi'lek, her body barely covered, dancing on the stage. She wasn't beautiful, at least, not compared to most, but there was something... else about her. Something quietly hidden.

She is my child. He whispered to her, gnawing at her mind. Bring her home.

A Mandragora? Here? It seemed impossible.

She was mine before you knew of me. He replied. Bring. Her. Home.

So, now she had to free a slave and close a business deal. Lovley. "So you work for Olthogo? I'd have figured someone like you would find yourself staying away from Hutt space." Her eyes drifted back to the Dancer. "Try and avoid being someone else's slave."

[member="Tamith-Kes"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Sol Damerin"] | [member="Asa Shi'ne"] | [member="Formorta"]​

 

[Tamith-Kes]

[SIZE=11pt]She saw the man at the bar toast her and it seemed harmless enough. She raised her own glas and gave him a nod. Hopefully he would not take it as an invitation to come and invite her for a tour of his quarters. She found it obscene when men tried to mate with her. Where she came from it was up to the woman to choose a mate and Tamith had yet to meet a male that caught her eye. She turned her attention back to the woman.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Olthogo is in a foul mood, this is a truth however… He is a hutt and very business minded.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The woman mentioned her being a slave and it mad Tamith’s blood boil a bit. She kept herself calm however and took a sip of her drink. She did not invite her to sit.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You are correct, I WAS once a slave. I was sold to Olthogo and it is he who freed me. I have learned much about the hutts and Nar Shadaa but I never forget who I am or what I was. So to answer your question I reside here, this is my home port although I spend most of my time among the stars. I was young when I was taken, I will NOT be taken again.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Lady Psyona"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Asa Shi'ne"] [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Muad Dib"][/SIZE]

 

[Muad Dib]

At the invitation to start a bar fight miss count stop grinning. He feels an echo in the force and turned his eyes, the impulse for violence stalled momentarily, as he saw a Doashim. An arch of his brow made him reevaluate the woman in the distant booth. Perhaps she held more interest then he had originally presumed.

Then a woman slid against the bar and spoke to the duo nonchalantly. After listening to her words he tossed his head back and laughed for a moment. Then he placed his arm around Sol and winked to the woman mischievously.

"I have several bounties in my head. You have to be more specific. However, if you wish to kill my 'boyfriend' here, we can talk more about this business you have with me."

Looking at Sol's face inches from his own he grinned.

[member="Tamith-Kes"] [member="Lady Psyona"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Asa Shi'ne"] [member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

One thing she had learned long ago was to let Muadie have his fun. She watched him from her seat seeing how easily he gained the trust and friendship of those around him drawing them in slowly with stories and laughter of all they could do. She laughed what a charmer he had grown to be.

She heard him mention the bounties, yes she knew. But that was the nature of the madman he liked a challenge come one and all. She made a note to smack him later about it.

She leaned forward studying those around him their aura, their words and the glimpses of images that formed in their minds they were a group of the usual suspects. The subject of slavery came up and Bella froze for a moment she felt bad for the woman speaking it was a harsh thing to be a slave worse to be slave to the hutts.

The refill on her drink arrived, the last time she was in a bar it got burned to the ground.

[member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Tamith-Kes"] | [member="Lady Psyona"] | @Formorta [member="Asa Shi'ne"] | [member="Sol Damerin"]​

 

[Sol Damerin]

Turning his placid face to Asa, Sol quirks his lips slightly at her generous offer and her reasons. "So nice to know you didn't want to have to kill me." He says in his dry voice, impossible to tell if he was amused or annoyed by her words. Maybe a bit of both, who knew? However, what did annoy him was Muad wrapping his arms around his shoulders. So when Muad brought his face in close Sol headbutted him. Not hard enough to hurt much, but hard enough to make the other man flinch back a bit.

"If you want to take him in I'll split the bounty with you." Is Sol's response to Muad trying to get him killed, again. His tone so utterly deadpan it is impossible to tell if he is joking or if he is legitimately offering to sell out his "friend." He lets it hang for several very long moments. "Wait, no he still owes me payment for our next job. So we will listen to what I am sure is a generous offer." Seeing Muad go through on what he'd bargained for would be worth it.

[member="Arabella Darkhold"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Tamith-Kes"] | [member="Lady Psyona"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Asa Shi'ne"]

 

[Asa Shi'ne]

Asa took a quick glance around to make sure no one was listening too intently and leaned into the two men.

She spoke softly, "Not here, but, I will mention it requires going back to Onderon." Asa sat up straight again, stealing Muad's drink and downing it. She put some credits down on the counter and stood up, "After you're done with whatever you were doing in this place, meet me here," she says as she puts a piece of paper in Muad's hand. Asa warned, "If you don't, just know they will send someone else...who might not be as willing to help out."

Without giving time for a response, Shi'ne strode out the door, leaving the so-called Daemon with the chance to turn the tables on his enemies. Asa was interested in seeing just home well he lives up to this name the Helix had given him...she just had to wait and see if he was game.

Asa had a hunch that he was.

[member=Arabella Darkhold] | [member=Muad Dib] | [member=Tamith-Kes] | [member=Lady Psyona] | [member=Formorta] | [member=Sol Damerin]​

 

[Formorta]

Formorta continued to sit idly by as the two talked, very intrigued by the manner in which things had played out, if an assassin so casually approached her she would have just simply, and silently killed said assassin though the many different methods she had learned over her life as an assassin. 'To each his own, but Maud having several bouties on his head, and just casually wandering around a place like Na Shadda, its just asking for trouble'.

She highly doubted [member="Asa Shi'ne"] would be the only assassin around that would take a shoot at the crazy man..... maybe that some one may include herself, it had been a while since her last assassination contract. Wait no don't think that, you worked with the guy before, but then again, one should not let personal feelings get in the way of business... what a tough choice. Formorta kept an eye on the two, planning to tail the duo if the left the establishment,

[member="Asa Shi'ne"] l [member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Arabella Darkhold"] l [member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

"He freed you, but yet you still work for him. You're still bound to him." Her eyes shifted again, looking to the growing crowd around Maud. There was trouble brewing. That she could tell. No safe group ever moved like they did. She wondered if the Shaman would have trouble with the growing crowd. Probably not. He was a Shaman, after all. He could handle himself.

"You're a slave whose chain is money." Her voice was low, calm and collected. She knew that this was not something the woman would want to hear. She also wasn't sure it was true. The simple idea was that she would want to leave the Hutt. After all, it would mean one less enforcer for her eventual freeing of the prisoner dancing onstage. Hmm.

"But there's always a way out. Come with me, to the southern systems. There's freedom there, and a place where you can become whatever you want, outside of anyone's control, be it mine, Oltholgo's or anyone."

[member="Tamith-Kes"]

 

[Tamith-Kes]

[SIZE=11pt]“I am bound through friendship and loyalty…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The second she was called a slave everything got hot for Tamith. Anger burned in her thinly veiled by control. The woman had more to say and Tamith would listen. It appeared she had an opportunity and a chance for freedom. In any chance it would give her more of a chance to study the woman. She knew Olthogo was not pure but he had saved her and given her a chance to prove herself. A trip to the southern systems could be profitable, Olthogo understood profit. She loved the hutt well the closest to love she had ever felt. She cared for her crew of course, Asha’Vunu especially like a sister.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You offer freedom… I will come BECAUSE I am free. Know this, I come for profit, if you or anyone try to exert control over me or my crew it will not end well. I will warn you this one time as you were not aware. NEVER call me a slave again.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She wanted to warn her not to harm Olthogo but she didn’t want to reveal her emotional tie to him. He was a crime lord and he had employed the best protection money could buy so she was satisfied he would be safe. Opportunity knocked and she was ready to answer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Is there any cargo you require or passenger you need ferried?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She had been raised by a hutt, anything worth doing was worth doing for money.[/SIZE]

[member="Lady Psyona"]@Formorta@Asa Shi'ne[member="Sol Damerin"][member="Arabella Darkhold"][member="Muad Dib"]