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Target rich environment

No matter how much he felt he just needed to work, and prove himself that he could survive the rank and the position he was given, even Jared Starchaser needed a night off. And where better than in Obcasus City? Sure, it was pretty typical, and he was a flyboy, so whatever. He’d make it work. Sometimes even Jared needed a break from both the Warbirds and his own squadron.

Probably why he was here solo. Looking up and down the street, he was just following where he felt he should be going. Was it fair, to use the Force to find a so-called target rich environment? Probably not exactly what it was designed for. If it was even designed, really, there was something to think about with that, wasn’t here?

Soon he entered a bar that was playing the typical electronic based music. Bright lights, loud music, and a lot of bodies dancing against one another. These were the types of places where it was hard to find a proper conversation. Still, it was going to be fun to watch people crash and burn. Siding up to the bar, he nodded, getting the attention of the barkeep quicker due to his Fel Imperium uniform, and ordered a Corellian Whiskey, standard fair. Leaning himself against the bar, he signed, as he took a drink and surveyed the attending species and beings.
 
Neveah craned her neck at every sight and sound, Obcasus City seemingly becoming a world of unorthodox education for her. She wasn't entirely too sure on what she was doing here but it was exciting all the same. The sound of music drifted into her ears from all angles but she was drawn to one particular bar. It had a blue hue from the lights that littered it and the sound was almost deafening. She hoped that nobody would notice her, not that it mattered if they did...

She managed to worm her way through the crowds of people, slightly regretting her choice of a shirt cut short just below her breast. The clammy hands of men seemed to find their way to her waist, her stomach, her arms. She crinkled her nose, finally managing to fight her way to the bar where she sat down. She ruffled a mess of dark curls away from her eyes as she exhaled loudly, craning her neck to the male next to her. "I'll have the same as him please." Neveah smiled to the barkeep, curling her fingers around the cool drink as she regarded her company. "Whiskey, huh? Strong drink..."
@[member="Jared Starchaser"]
 
Meta was running through the streets of Obascus. -Oh, where did she go!?- He thought. Sweat had mounted his brow, his hand swivelling in all directions. Looking for @[member="Neveah Fel"], she had ran off. That was the THIRD time, and that was just today! Sure she might not like having a 7'6 cloaked and hooded bodyguard, it was very much so not up to him. The Emperator had ordered it, and even if they both would want to. They couldn't ignore his wishes, even if he did want to dump her in the closest trash compactor and be done with it, life wasn't that simple. Searching through the streets, it was thankful Meta could hear/smell very well due to his augments. He could smell her perfume like an intensified toxic gas. Well, at least when collected with all the other smells around. Meta seemed to had found his way to a bar where, not so much to Meta's surprise. Neveah was sitting idly at the bar, fists clenched, Meta felt as if he could breath again, his puffed out chest returned to its normal size, and he felt a little more at ease seeing @[member="Jared Starchaser"] there, a familiar face to the Fel Empire. Though some might mistake Meta's worried attitude for a sign of caring about Neveah, it wasn't that at all. Also, he absolutely hated her overly revealing clothing. She was asking for a man to pull her into a dark alley.

He knew she could handle herself, however losing the daughter of the Imperator would have a massive stain on his career. Meta navigated through the bar with careful precision, and once he had reached his predestined location. He grabbed Neveah by her shoulder with his left hand, the massive piece of meat covered in metallic armour rested on her shoulder, a gentle but firm grip. His other arm rested its shoulder on the bar, leaning in front of her so that she wouldn't ignore him. "Do I have to stress this enough? You can't keep running off like that!" He urged her, obviously tired of her shenanigans. He looked over to the bartender. "A double-dip outer rim rumdrop for me, thanks." He said, the bartender nodded and got to work mixing the drink before handing it over. Meta returned his focus to Neveah, who somehow had managed not to run away this time. "M'lady, with all due respect..." He started, more than likely to be interrupted.
 
Neveah rolls her eyes over the rim of her glass as she sipped the deathly brown liquid. It was hard not to spot him, even in the crowded bar. She set the glass down on the table, just in time to feel the weight of his hand against her shoulder. Gingerly she peeled his fingers away from her skin, regarding him with cool eyes as she spoke. "I'm not the one at fault here. You can't keep up." As he ordered Neveah scanned the bar once again, finding new faces she hadn't seen a mere moment ago. It seemed for every one person that left two came to replace them. A low growl emitted from her throat as he began another one of his lectures. Instead of interrupting Neveah turned her head up to him, plastering a dead look on her face. Her eyes seemed to stare right through him as if he was a figment of her imagination.

Neveah remained this way for a while as he lectured on, then her fingers found his. The cold metal seemingly causing shivers to shoot up her spine. Regardless, she stood from her place. "Shut up. Come and dance with me, @[member="Meta"]."
 
Even inside the suit, Meta could feel her fingers sink between his own. He tensed, "Dance? I'm not exactly in the appropriate attire.." He said, his yellow eyes peered out from under the hood. The rest of his face, other than a few details of his white beard and his face. He didn't look pleased, and he didn't look happy. The animalistic tiger like eyes lingered on @[member="Neveah Fel"], as if he was ready to throw her over his shoulder and march out of this bar. "Besides, I'm here to protect you. Not to.." The words were like venom on his tongue, looking away from her and at the crowd, keeping an eye on them. He rolled his eyes, "Dance with you." She was a gorgeous woman, smart and independent, but her attitude was similar to that of a brat. His eyes continued to dart between people leaving and entering the bar. Many looked particularly dangerous, however Meta wasn't overly worried. Neveah could handle herself if she needed to, though no doubt wouldn't mind watching Meta beat any harassers to a pulp for her.

Because, who doesn't enjoy watching Meta beat up thugs?
 
Neveah wore a delicate grin as she tugged on his hand. She would not take no for an answer, she never did. She walked toward the dance floor, elegant fingers curled around the glass as she lifted his hand above her head, spinning under it to face him. "It wasn't a question." She pressed her body to his a little and began to dance, her body twisting and turning fluidly to beat, shouting to be heard over the music. "This will be a lot easier if we pretend we're friends." Neveah had protested the body guard but her Father was relentless and she had made the ultimate decision to better the situation. She took a sip of her drink as her body moved against his, her fingers still locked in his own.

@[member="Meta"]
 
Meta bit his lip as she pressed her body against his own, was this what they called flirting? But he had orders. Meta had taken well more than several dance lessons and knew how to dance. He was an expert, luckily the armour was flexible. Keeping up with Neveah, he tried to make the best out of his situation. He had a cute girl on his arm and at least he wasn't on the battlefield. But, this may have been considered some kind of battlefield. At least, to me it was intimidating. Following Neveah's movements, Meta was making some impressive moves himself. Some people in the bar were actually watching the couple dance. That caught Meta's attention more than anything. Though, none of the spectators looked dangerous.

Meta may have felt some what ridiculous, but he couldn't help but let a tiny smile creep upon his lips. Maybe @[member="Neveah Fel"] wouldn't be as much as a pest as he had originally thought.
 
See, this was the thing the uniform did, wasn’t it? Or maybe it was because he wasn’t being a gropey tool. He nodded at her as she sat down and gave her a smile. She was really familiar and he was regretfully having a hard time picking her name out. He hated when that happened. “Put it on my tab.” The gentlemanly thing, when someone was mimicking his drink order, wasn’t it? At least he wasn’t being a complete tool and looking her over that badly. Only a bit.

The one thing he wasn’t paying attention to was @[member="Meta"]. Sure, it was hard to hide someone of his stature, and the Force was telling Jared he was about, but it wasn’t much he needed to worry on, was it? Nah, probably just on babysitting detail for Neveah. Watching the pair bicker, Jared sipped his drink and let a smirk cross his face. “I’d dance with ‘er, mate.” Who’d turn her down? Yes, now he was recognizing @[member="Neveah Fel"] as the Imperator’s daughter, but… Still.

And without much more effort, it seemed that the pair were. See? This is why he came out to joints like this. Watching people be completely awkward and doing things like this made it all the worth it.
 
As the song continued Nevah lost herself in the music, twisting and turning against @[member="Meta"]. Her drink was finished by the time the song had faded into the next. Excited and out of breath she returned to the bar, resuming her origional place beside @[member="Jared Starchaser"]. She ordered another drink, following it up with speech directed at Jared. "So, who are you? What's your name, where do you come from and how did you get here." She offered him a delicate smile, glancing down to her nails once to inspect the perfectly manicured tips. Her tongue dragged across her upper lip as she flipped a tumble of curls from her field of vision. She regarded Meta over the rim of her glass. He had danced with her at least and he had been good. Neveah made an executive decision to get along with him for the mean time. But of course, men always did something stupid in the end...
 
Jared couldn’t help but smirk when @[member="Neveah Fel"] arrived back at the bar. So, it was like that huh? Little princess playing around with her bodyguard. That’d make this whole bit a whole lot more interesting. But with @[member="Meta"] kicking around, the starfighter pilot was going to be on his best behavior. He wasn’t about to get himself handed the door, or a court marshall. Not yet.

“Name’s Jared Starchaser, Commander in the Fel Imperium.” Right, did he want to brag about being a pilot? Yes, but if the woman knew anything, she’d recognize the uniform for what it was. “What’s the deal with your bodyguard?” Very clearly he didn't need to ask, but having a 7'6 being following one around was kind of the elephant in the room.
 
Neveah settled back into her seat, wriggling her body a little to adjust herself to the height of the bar. She pursed her lips gently, before taking another sip of her drink. "If you're a Commander in the Fel Imperium do you really need to ask that question?" She turns her head a little to offer him a raised brow. "A certain someone found it best that I have someone watch over me as if I were a child. I don't mind him though. He's good company and he keeps the weird ones away." She grins a little as she lifts her leg, crossing it over the other one, inadvertantly allowing a choice peice of pale thigh to display itself to the crowded bar. She craned her neck to regard @[member="Jared Starchaser"] for a moment, eyes scanning over his body, his uniform, his face...

Neveah drank his appereance in heavily. "So, are you all as cocky as they say?" Neveah said, before taking a large sip of her drink and shooting him a knowing look. Though she had never met a pilot before she could tell by the way he carried himself and the way his words poured from his mouth like gold. It was amusing to finally meet someone as stubborn and possibly as cocky as she was.
 
Meta had finished dancing, and Neveah even went as far to throw a gesture of respect his way with her glass. He didn't return the gesture but sighed, and made his way back to the bar, he was being lenient with is drink. Only drinking at the most a sip every minute, his eyes narrowed as she spoke to @[member="Jared Starchaser"]. He sat down at the bar, lying with his back on the table. He only then realised his saber was missing, he grasped at his belt. His vision narrowed as he looked around the room. Neveah hadn't taken it; he would of noticed. He delved into the force, searching about the room. He got up from his relaxed position. Looking about the room, he was in a defensive stance, his eyes tracing the room and refreshing his mind of all the faces he had seen. There was one of the dancers that had gotten dangerously close to him. A trandoshan, scanning the room for him. He couldn't find him. He looked back at Neveah, something had to go wrong didn't it? However, she looked content. However, her showing of her body annoyed him. But Jared looked content too, that gave Meta a small opening to find and put down the trandoshan. "Oh crap.." He whispered.

@[member="Neveah Fel"]
@[member="Jared Starchaser"]
 
See, he knew who she was but it wasn’t going to prevent him from not staring. Really, really a bad idea. But still, this was a bar, it wasn’t like it mattered, did it? He nodded and smirked and took another drink from his glass, finishing the whiskey and tapping the glass on the bar. Making a nod to the bartender he waited for the other to be refilled. “He’s just watchin’ out for you. No kidnap attempts. Really don’t need to send the Knights up in arms to go chasing you across the galaxy.” Jared grinned, clearly teasing with her.

His starfighter training was kicking and he did catch the view, quick enough before he was getting himself slapped. And cocky? Well… “I suppose that’s up to how you define that.” He grinned, a bit full of himself, so what? He turned so his body was facing hers, and not the rest of the bar “I mean, I don’t go down without a fight.” Such a lie.
@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 
Meta waited at the bar, looking away from the couple. He took note of @[member="Jared Starchaser"] and @[member="Neveah Fel"]'s intimate physical gestures. It irked him, but it was the least important thing on his mind. Then out of the corner of his eye, a slender man approached from the crowds. A long grey cloak distinguished his body from the others. However, he was headed indirectly for Neveah, however. Meta moved closer to the hooded figure, taking note of the near obvious stolen saber in his hand that the cloaked figure had tried to quietly reveal, however. Meta marched forward, the hooded figure turned on his heel, activating the orange blade. This cloaked figure flipped back his hood while he jumped into an attacking position. Revealing what looked to be a young Zabrak, not a trandoshan. The figure held the blade in his right hand, and not facing a much larger and more menacing figure, the Zabrak swinged the blade at Meta, closing the distance with superior speed and strenght, Meta grabbed the Zabraks wrist. Breaking the bones in the wrist with his right hand, the blade fell into his left hand smoothly, almost like the action had been planned. Then, a heavy knee hammered into the Zabraks stomach, dropping him. Meta still held onto his wrist. A death beckoning look on his face.

The whole bar had gone quiet, and Meta held the disengaged blade in his hand. Putting it to his belt, he looked to Neveah and Jared making sure they were unharmed. He turned his head to back to the Zabrak.

@[member="Jared Starchaser"]
@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 

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''Now that was a bit ... drastic.'' A young man said to break the silence in the room. He had just entered the bar because he had felt a lot of Force Signatures in this bar and wanted to check if those were Imperial Knights. It looked like there was a Knight present who also one of the young man's friends. Though he didn't know why Meta was in such a place, since he didn't seem like the person who would go out to a bar. He seemed much more like a soldier, too focused on training and military things to go anywhere.

Even though Meta was his friend and the man he had injured had probably tried to kill him, Yasuo still thought it was a bit drastic to break the Zabrak's wrists and inflicting so much pain upon him. There could have been found a peaceful solution, without all the fighting, but Yasuo guessed that peace and negotiations just weren't the things Meta was interested in using when it came to solving conflicts. Yasuo on the other hand always preferred negotiating with his opponent peacefully, though that shouldn't give anyone the impression that Yasuo couldn't fight for himself, quite the contrary was the case. But that wasn't important now, what was important was that the Zabrak didn't get any more injuries. ''Let go of his wrist, I don't think he's a big threat anymore.'' Yasuo said before moving closer and leaning down towards the Zabrak. ''Why'd you attack my friend over here?''

@[member="Meta"] @[member="Jared Starchaser"] @[member="Neveah Fel"]
 
Meta was glad to see the arrival of Yasuo, when one has a Lightsaber. There wasn't much Meta could do in the lines of negotiating. However, he grunted and let go of the wrist of the Zabrak. "I wouldn't get too close friend." Met warned, his voice like an angry horse charging through the battlefield. He turned his attention to Neveah however, giving her a little nod of his head to let her know everything was fine.

The Zabrak frowned, baring teeth he growled at Yasuo like a wild dog and spat in his face. "I'll cut you open you little SCHUTTA!" He screamed in the direction of Neveah, and then. Something just clicked; Meta's eyes twitched a little. He had held back when Yasuo had asked but 1. He spat on his friend and 2. He called the impress a Schutta, now that was a big nono. Meta returned his original proximity from the Zabrak, and grabbed the Zabrak by his mouth, his giant hand grasping his cheeks harshly. "Trying to kill her was okay, everybody wants to." He joked, but then. His smile deteriorated into a stare of iron, he twisted his fingers and a loud crunch could be heard, well somewhat above the gargled pain of the Zabrak. "That looked like it hurt. You want me to try the other arm next?" He taunted, looking over the Zabrak who was now moaning in pain. Meta shook his head and dusted his hands off. "Negotiations just don't go with scum Yasuo." Meta said shamefully, almost like he wasn't proud if what he had just done.

@[member="Jared Starchaser"]
@[member="Yasuo"]
@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 
Neveah barely had time to address the situation before the young Zabrak was on the floor, bone protruding against his skin. She shook the alcohol from her head, though her judgement wasn't clouded by the drink. She cleared her throat and pushed herself from the chair, walking to Meta's side with more curiosity then was healthy. Neveah leant forward, looking the Zabrak straight in the eye. The arrival of a stranger stole her attention for less then half a second, before her eyes were back on the young male again. She drank his features in heavily. The only movement she made was the sudden fist that connected with Meta's chest as he quipped about her. Though the punch was delivered from an angle her strength was rather surprising.

She turned her head up and offered a short grin. "Let's keep it." Neveah patted the Zabrak on the head softly, with the care and attention an owner would a dog. "You can stop hurting him now though, I'm sure he's had enough. Buy him a drink and we can be civil about this." Neveah said no more on the subject, her tone of voice suggested the two didn't have another option and she returned to the bar to purchase everyone another drink.

@[member="Astrian Callus"] @[member="Yasuo"] @[member="Jared Starchaser"]
 
Astrians didn't reply at first as Neveahs small hand bat against his armoured chest, but he turned his attention to the growing crowd. "Go about your business." He said with the saber in hand, however not activated. Then, he turned to Neveah. "This man just tried to kill you." He said, protesting. Just because she was the Imperators daughter doesn't mean she was infallible. Astrian turned his attention to the trandoshan and yanked him over to a sat away from Jared and Neveah. He put him down in the chair and leaned over the trandoshan, his left hand rested on the table. His hand flat with the blade in his palm. His right hand firmly placed on the trandoshan's shoulder. "Alright. Talk." Astrian demanded, his eyes following every movement of the trandoshan. He was obviously frightened. "Talk, or this Im taking this outside so the little lady doesn't have to see what In going to do. Or, I don't like what you say. This is going through your chest." He said, motioning to the saber. The trandoshan looked back and forth between Astrian and the saber, like he was choosing between the two. The trandoshan opened his mouth, and as he did. He began; "Somebody put me up to it...." The trandoshan admitted, he was just a regular pocket thief. "Alright, who?" He asked.

The trandoshan was beginning to speak again. "It was a b-" And then, a dart entered the back of the trandoshan a neck. His eyes widened and he slumped over instantly. Astrian turned to see an unsightly creature. Vlad Darrow stood up above the bar on a balcony, silent as always. Then, he ran to a window. Bursting through it, Astrian would have to give chase.


@[member="Neveah Fel"]
 
Were they being intimate? Jared never figured that one. He was just being… Jared. And being polite to the Fel Princess. Is that what she was supposed to be called? He would figure it out sooner or later, maybe. Or probably disregard the whole thing.

He was a pilot. The arrival of the Zabrak was something else. He shook his head. What was the Zabrak really wanting, aside from killing Ms. Fel? He figured it was probably just that. But Meta and Yasuo would be able to handle him. Looking to the barkeep, Jared tapped the bar. “Lets get one for our friend.” Jared smirked before turning back to the group. They were really going to be interrogating, here?

Watching Astrian, Jared raised an eyebrow. He mentally cussed himself and shook his head. Was he ever not going to be working?

@[member="Astrian Callus"] @[member="Neveah Fel"] @[member="Yasuo"]
 
Neveah wore a frown on her face as Meta made it apparent she was not to talk to the Zabrak. She downed the rich, brown liquid that filled the bottom of her glass before hearing the dull thud of bone against metal. She craned her neck gently and offered a raised brow at the now dead male. "Well that was short lived." She didn't seem as fussed as a Princess should, despite almost being killed and watching someone be killed. She pursed her lips a little and knocked on the bar as she moved over to the dead body. Without touching it, she lent her head forward to inspect the dart that entered the back of his neck. "I want this, please." Neveah motioned an elegant finger to the dart that protruded from his skin. She looked up to Meta and gave him a reassuring smile, though she doubted highly he would let her stay in the bar any longer.
@[member="Astrian Callus"] @[member="Yasuo"]
 

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