The Black Ties: Up In Smoke [Kessel]

[Miss Blonde]

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Drugs. You could shoot them, you could snort them, you could smoke them, and in extreme cases you could insert them. But this wasn't one of those cases thankfully. This was the acquisition of that sweet sweet Kesselian bam bam that had been the vice of the galaxy and the cause of many trips both good and bad for hundreds of years.

The recently formed Black Tie Syndicate had grown and were popping up in hundreds of spots through the galaxy and now that they had those offices to distribute product they just needed to expand and hold operations large enough to do so. And the one place close enough to wild space and the outer rim was Kessel, a planet known to be under the control of various Hutts and criminal empires ranging from the cartel to the Black Suns. But today it was going to come under new management.

When most people thought of a hostile take over in the criminal underworld they usually assumed it involved drive bys and opera music with a sad clown in the background, but that just wasn't the case. Your murderers came as your friends with a smile on their face and a pep in their step, and that's what the black ties were today, friends of the Black Sun remnants and various spice lords on the world.

But the smaller ones didn't matter. The man you wanted to kill was named Mike Ponderosa or as everyone liked to call him "Ponzi" and Ponzi in his early years was quite the made man in the Black Suns, now of days he was a washed up junkie who barely commanded the spice mines, he needed to be dealt with. But there were other things to take care of than Ponzi, the slaves of Kessel needed to be freed, and order established.

So in order to coax out the infamous Ponzi the Black Ties made a multi million credit purchase of glitterstim, spice, and other massive amounts of drugs. And so a celebration was in order and a party was to be held inside the spice lord's personal palace within the mines.

"Okay everyone, here's the deal. We're going to divide into two teams. Team one will be attending the party, have fun, drink, be merry, but when it hits midnight no one drink the kool aid unless you want to ascend into the mother ship and party with Ziggy Stardust at the pearly gates. So that being said team two you're responsible for hitting slave camps across the asteroid and freeing them. Stealth is a must on this, and I'm not naming and names, Miss Nothing" Blonde said as she looked at [member="Keira Ticon"]

"So enjoy and have fun." Blonde would then let their ship touch down in front of the Spice Lord's palace and for once be seen in a small black dress with heels and ear rings on.

Time to go get Karked up.

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[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Avalon Gray"]
[member="Azalyn Falconer"]
[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="Briar Thorn"]
[member="Cawrion Chyrox"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Dyxra'a"]
[member="James Justice"]
[member="Jan Valdum"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="KeCholo"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Naamah Aesham"]
[member="Raka the Hutt"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Shawn Winters"]
[member="Stardust"]
[member="The Black Hat"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[James Justice]

James generally stayed out of the drug business. He was into smuggling all manner of contraband, piracy, murder, and minor weapon addition creation--as well as making orphanages, freeing slaves, and all matter of social reform that was required to make Soceras a better place. But now he was freeing slaves, or helping, and earning a strip of the income. He was to the point of not looking too hard anymore at where the money came from.

For now, this job required people who were willing to rub elbows with the filthy rich in this party that was a disgusting display of riches. James was, of course, a seasoned man in all manner of party scenes. As he stood, the spacer adjusted his jacket over his shimmer silk shirt. It was moderately dressy, but for him, it was both protective and comfortable, which was better than looking rich.

"Don't set the slaves free," James interjected, he raised his hand, "just hear me out on this. If we just let them go, they have no jobs. No skills. No where to go. Don't free them employ them. Give them money, and if you have any objections to them working the mines, send them to me, I will hire them."

Soceras' Freemon District had swelled to double its size since James had come to power. His willingness to take in slaves from all manners there, train them, hire them, and feed them--with housing--was a whole second life. The wages were less than most of the galaxy, but the prices on Dal'Bor were generally cheep, and James made sure to keep them that way.

He gave a slight smile as he moved to the door, "I will see you all on the other side."

The cool night air greeted the spacer as he climbed into his Red burner, the blitz fast speeder he had made for times like this. Classic. Fun. Completely impractical. The hot rod roared to life before hurling down the street with a high-pitch whine.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Miss Blonde"] |

It was likely to kark off Miss Blonde, when she discovered what Alicia was doing. But the ring leader of the Black Tie Syndicate had made it abundantly clear that she was not friends with her, and in doing so, had created a rival in her own organization. Whether Miss Blonde liked it or not, Alicia was in with the other individuals that made up the core of the Syndicate, including the likes of [member="James Justice"] and so on. She wasn't going to be kicked out of the Black Ties lightly, and at this juncture, doing something like that was akin to starting a turf war.

Alicia sensed that Miss Blonde was eager to avoid something like that, and currently, there wasn't much need too. She wasn't on the council of Crime Lords, who led the syndicate as democratically as one could. She held no real position to affect Miss Blonde and her place. But there was an underlying sense, based more out of clever deduction borne out of circumstantial evidence, that if Blonde made her move to kick Alicia out, then she would be starting something extremely bad. There was also the fact that none of the other members- to Alicia's knowledge- voiced the opinion that she should be kicked out either.

So, for however longed it lasted, Alicia was in. But a lot could be deduced by what she was doing on Kessel. Perhaps it was a power play or a move to try and entice Miss Blonde into striking first. It would have been clever, albeit dangerous, if Alicia had intended these things, and being someone who could read in between the lines, it was easy to see how Miss Blonde could mistake what her rival was up to. But Alicia was in it for the money, not the power, and with recent hits on her wealth, borne out of recent developments in Chandrila Group; the acquisition of Chandrila DataTech; and the buy out of several artifacts on the black market, Alicia needed a new cash flow.

Reaching out to the Purple Rejects, Alicia had set up a meeting between herself and the gangsters from Secter 3 on Formos, to set up relations with some of the biggest Glitterstim spice drug dealers who came and went for Kessel to pick up product. With Secter 3 holding the product in question as 'popular', the Purple Rejects were always interested in new suppliers.

The way Alicia planned it, four parties would be picking up a new clash flow: the Purple Rejects, who would sell what they were supplied to customers on Formos; Alicia, who would receive profits from the product sold in return for her investment; the Black Tie Syndicate, who would receive a tribute in return for Alicia's continued membership; and the Glitterstim dealers, whose product they would be buying from. But as she had discovered during her last meet and greet with the Purple Rejects, Alicia knew that not everything went to plan. Fortunately, she had brought her Lightsaber with her this time, just in case did go sour.

 

[Rocu]

Rocu crouched on a perch inside a large, metal cage. It resembled a bird cage and it had this thick, but nice looking fabric covering over it. He actually kind of liked these dark and solitary conditions, despite the muffled sound of voices and being forced into this utterly terrifying situation. He reached out and started climbing around the inside of the cage.

As he was climbing up, he heard a voice right outside the cage and then *FWOOSH*. The veil was lifted away and bright light invaded his solace. He flinched away and jumped back to his more comfortable perch. With one hand raised to block the light from his eyes, he peered through the bars of the cage. There were so many people. He started becoming very anxious and he dreaded every second now. His eyes darted back and forth among the crowd of loud people. It didn't help that he was only wearing a loin cloth.

It took a while, but he eventually found a happy medium. He flicked his tail back and forth behind his back as he silently stared off into space. He was imagining that he was eating some of that food out there. He imagined that he was just all by himself, outside of this cage and tasting the nice smelling food out there. That was before his seat shocked him. Immediately, he jumped from his seat. He hadn't been paying any attention to the crowd or the man trying to fix up some entertainment. He jumped to the metal walls and thought he was safe...but, then, he was shocked again. He dropped to the floor of the cage and started crawling/pacing around in a circle. They shocked him again. This time, he just kept bouncing, jumping and climbing around the cage, hoping to escape the shock.

Eventually, he stopped moving and resigned himself to hang from his seat perch by his tail. His tail was particularly tough and it kept him suspended like a possum. This allowed him to not be grounded, in terms of electrocution. Thankfully, they seemed to finally leave him alone. He tried sleeping in this position, but that made his tail uncoil and he fell to the floor, much to the laughing amusement of the crowd.

[member="Alicia Drey"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Miss Blonde"]​

 

[Seanna Vel]

Coming to the party as it would say to one like her if there was drinking involved she was MIss blonde girl to. After all didn't get all dress up if one could call it a dress that she was wearing tonight. Knowing what her task was tonight, to look the part of a young hell raising party girl. Only different she taking two of her men as body guards, also carrying a few bags of her. After all one would think them as credits bag. She might be a gambling type of girl, or maybe there was more to this mystery red head fit into Miss Blonde crew.

Even so she just had a smirking grin upon her lips one that spoke with out a word. Enjoying oneself tonight was what she was going to do that was right. It was going to be redneck style. Only at the ends she would enjoy a bath not just one takes with steaming hot water. Even so those that had this coming to them. Would take enjoyment out of seeing them fall one after another. Even so first it was time to enjoy a bit of drinking, after all she wasn't one that was light weight.

Even so her marks on her face would say volumes to where they needed to be or if these had routines to take if in danger. Looking at one of her man. Your sure that you didn't fine any other dresses to wear tonight? both looking at each other before looking towards her. No miss Vel, they was all out of black dress and ..." the one eblowing the other in the side. Taking one last look down at how her own body would be exposed tonight, by the dress, making note not to let her men pick out any more dresses for her when she sent them shopping.

It seem that they knew that they was in trouble but they knew that it would have to wait until they got back in. Wondering around the place before she met up with Miss Blonde.

Finding her waiting after hearing what was spoken about both teams. Lets go have some fun.

Her eyes was flickering around until they landing on a little blue creature or was it spice that she never came a cross before either way. Couldn't help but be taken in by this one. Wondering now as she got closer to the little one as it hang upside down in the cage like. Wondering if it could speak but also wanting to do something bad to those that was shocking it for no reason. "Hello little guy, your a sweet little thing."

[member="Rocu"]

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

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When everyone stepped inside the palace it was beyond popping off. The amount of people was staggering and the levels of drugs and sin was about off the charts, if there were such charts that measured those. Gangsters were shaking hands with governors, pro athletes were doing spice off of escorts bare naked chests and there were other things happening that were too unmentionable to put to paper. And at the center of it was Ponzy, a man doing a line of spice so long it made Patricia wonder if they even needed to poison them. But what caught her eye and disgust the most was the fact that Ponzy was only wearing a blue silk bathrobe that was way way way too small for him. He was practically exposing himself to everyone at the party but they didn't seem to mind.

Blonde would then look over to [member="Keira Ticon"] and try her best to talk over the deafening music that was going on from a DJ above them that was going absolutely ham. But before the woman could say anything the lights went completely out and everything began to illuminate with neon and other bright colors in the back drop.

The bass dropped and everyone in the room screamed in inebriated joy as the music pounded away. Blonde was actually kind of impressed and was gonna feel almost remotely bad about killing just about everyone here, well key word being almost. She knew Keira felt the same way, but she was at least going to have fun and not let this party go to waste.

"PARTY PEOPLE!!! GET WILD!!!!" Ponzy yelled from the DJ table as the spotlight came down on him from the rafters. He was clearly smashed already.

"Try to have fun!!" Blonde said as she yelled over to Keira.

As for her she would walk over to the bird cage where Seanna and whatever that creature was in the black light cage was. Giving off a purple tint the cage shined in the darkness and Blonde just assumed whatever the creature inside was either some alien go go dancer or a beast.

"Nerf, remember keep an eye out." Blonde would then hit the bar working her way though hundreds of people getting their party on.

[member="James Justice"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Rocu"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Freeing slaves was one of the things that she did best. So she joined up with team two. [member="James Justice"] let it slip about this little....adventure. There were parts of it that she didn't like, of course, but when it came to the evils out there, it was better to pick the lesser of them.

Kay dressed herself in a dark green jumpsuit this time, complete with a long coat and a belt with two blasters holstered on her hips. Her hair was done up in a braid and she wore a wide brimmed hat, trying to look less like her usual self. She wasn't hanging around the big party crowd. No. She was garnering info on the slave camps. It was best to see them in person so that she could formulate a plan for their liberation. But first she had to find the right people to glean that information from.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Rocu"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Sure, Romeo had set slaves free, and had done it many times. In fact, the One Sith had been liberated of many slaves, but he was tired of freeing slaves. It was time to get busy, to get down with the party live, and have some fun. What was really funny, something Patricia never knew about Romeo, something he hadn't thought to explain to her, he was into music. Sure, Romeo, for the most part, was a serious person, with little of a humor bone in his body, but music, that was his only connection to "having fun" as she would put it. Regardless of his attempts to hide himself within the Ties, she still knew he was here.

Clever girl.

He had thought to himself.

The man at the DJ booth, controlling the music, was in fact him. On the side, he had produced a few amazing parties, under a very strange name, Darth Disco. He was the party's life, he had to keep the music on in order to have everyone's attention on "having fun". Inside...he kinda groaned. He both enjoyed, and hated doing this.

[member="Miss Blonde"]
@Kiera Ticon
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="James Justice"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

A cloud of smoke hovered the room. It was a blend of assorted different blends of tobacco and drugs, from varying different worlds. It was all brought together by the Kessel dealers and the Purple Rejects, with the former trying their trade across an assortment of star systems and sectors, whilst the latter had brought their own product from the slums of Formos. Indeed, it was a rare occasion that the gangsters from Secter 3 ever got off world, and in an effort to keep the meeting chilled, the two parties had traded their blends as part of their introductions. Drinks had followed and light conversation had then ensued, as the Purple Rejects and their future partners shared stories.

Throughout it all, Alicia had sat by, observing the conversations with a sense of trepidation. She saw through the facade that these drug dealers were creating. Beneath the surface of fake comfortably laid the tension that came when two parties, full of murderers, came together to discuss business. Rather than meet it full on, however, they had decided to ignore it for now. This was a typical behaviour observed in those who were too weak to deal with reality and spent most of their lives in the bottom of a glass of liquor or the tools utilized to take their drugs and the niceties that followed every hit.

Occasionally, one of the gangsters would try to spark up conversation, but with the subtle use of the Force, the conversations never held up and their attention was diverted. To blend in herself, Alicia had picked up a glass of Gizer Ale, and as she watched and listened to the poodoo, she could at least enjoy the candy taste delivered by the blue liquor inside her glass. Sipping her glass, playing with the ice cubes inside, Alicia waited for the conversations to cease and for the two to start talking real talk. She wouldn't press the issue. They would have to do it themselves. That was the subtle art of manipulating people. They had to think that it was their idea, but in reality, Alicia knew that all of this was her idea and there was a real sense of comfortably in that which helped to ignore the drivel that she was currently listening to.

 

[Kay-Larr]

It wasn't that difficult to find out where the slave camps were. Slavery was so openly used that all that she had to do was inquire about obtaining a few for her own personal uses. With some directions given, Kay picked up her duffel bag and headed towards one of the camps that she was directed to via a transport shuttle. She was working on her own and that was okay. There were plenty of times when she didn't have any help. Though those missions weren't always successful, the large amounts of spice and alcohol consumed here could go in her favour.

Kay soon arrived at one of the slave camps. She didn't double check her supplies as she knew by heart what was in the bag. Instead she just sauntered over, using the darkness to not really hide herself as hide her intentions. The amount of guards was lax at this time of night. So few people would even try to break the slaves out. More often than not, the guards were there to ensure that the slaves didn't escape. So that's where their eyes were trained, inside of the camp instead of without.

Quietly and with an expert hand, she began placing small explosives along the walls, spacing them out so that there would be multiple places for the slaves to run. All of them set for ten minutes from now. More than enough time for what she needed to do.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Oh great as she thought to herself as the light went out the music started to picking up the beat now. This be just so much fun, in her mine that would get more fun out of seeing a hutt on his mud bath day eating those creatures that they so like. Wondering now what she had gotten herself into. Eyeing both of the man that came with her.

Hearing Miss Blonde call over the crowd screams. As she grin her lips into upward curve before watching her go into the crowd. No words was needed but to curve of her lips. Turning back around making her way to where the cage was at now. Just maybe this caught her eye upon entering into the place.

Even so her eyes went to the two men, "Stay close on my three and nine." as she went weaving threw the crowd watching just what was she watching for will that was her own mission. There was more to this sexy bomb that was roaming the crowd tonight, as she knew both of her men carry what she need for later on.

Grabbing a drink to blend in better with the crowd making her way [member="Rocu"] to want to see this one that she never seen before, as part of him looked like Chiss or another one that had a blue skin, maybe even a bit curious. Even so she looked out to see where arm men was, or even how many to report back to the boss herself.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Romeo Sin"][member="Miss Blonde"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

As the Red Burner came near the mine, James slowed down. His roll here was as much to provide a distraction as it was to free the slaves. Sometimes a simple sneak worked--other times it helped to have a man or woman around that would gladly distract. He came near the guarded gate of the spice mines. One of the burly guards, a Twe'lik with more muscle and fat that most beings knew what to do with stopped him. The way he was carrying that rifle left no illusion to James that the man knew what he was doing.

"What the bloody frells are you doing here?" the man asked.

James gave him a cold, commanding look. One that said he had just made a grave mistake, "I am James bloody fething Justice and you are going to let me in."

The twe'lik gripped his rifle with a snarl, "You wanna run that by me again, shinny boy?"

The spacer glared right back into those stupid, inbred eyes. His mind reached out and gave the twe'lik's a bit of a nudge, "I have an appointment."

The blue skinned guard straitened his back repeating, "You have an appointment."

"You will open the gate for me. And think nothing of this."

The guard obeyed and a matter of a few minutes later the spacer was inside. Just like that.

[member="Seanna Vel"] I [member="Lady Kay"] I [member="Alicia Drey"] I [member="Romeo Sin"] I [member="Miss Blonde"] I [member="Rocu"]

 

[Rocu]

*Poke*...*Poke, poke*...."Hey, buddy!"

Both body and tail curved as Rocu used his body's strength to hoist himself up from a hanging possum position that had been facing away from the crowd. He swung himself onto his perch seat and caught himself against the bars of the cage as the blood rushed quickly from his head. His pure red eyes gazed at the interloping poker disturber guy.

"I don't know if you can speak or even understand me, but I'll just go back to shocking you if I have to! You're part of tonight's entertainment! Shape up and act like it, capische?!"

With that, the man walked away. Rocu understood...he just had no idea how he was supposed to entertain. He readjusted on his seat to stare at the audience. He was meet back with curious stares and some exclamations, especially when he started swishing his tail back and forth while deep in thought. He jumped to the wall of the cage, which surprised some and made others point fingers at him. He didn't care. He searched around the cage to see where the security clasp was. Every cage had one. He eventually spotted it and tried poking and jabbing his sharp tail-end at it. This caused sparks to shoot off the side, but it was too strong for his poor positioning to get any form of proper progress underway.

His actions upset the guards and production crew, so they shocked him again.

[member="Seanna Vel"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Alicia Drey"] | [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="James Justice"]​

 

[Miss Blonde]

Upon seeing how the little man in the cage was being treated it was clear that he wasn't a go go dancer or anything of the sort, he was a slave. But then again they were talking to him like he was an animal so perhaps that's what it was, an animal. Regardless that didn't change Blonde's feelings for it, she felt bad yes but she wasn't about to compromise everything for the sake of this mistreated being. However what was left of her morality kicked in and she did feel compelled to at least see if this thing was sentient.

"Okay, let's see exactly what you are." She said to herself as the ARC units connected to the holonet.

Giving a quick scan of the creature something surprised her and caused her to almost take a step back, and what exactly that was, was nothing. Nothing matched, there was zero, zilch, nada, absolutely nothing to show what species this creature was. So he was either a completely undocumented species, or some kind of mutated freak. This caused Blonde to be more curious about the creature.

"You speak basic?!" Blonde yelled over the musical stylings of Darth Disco.

And as she focused in to hear the small creature she was interrupted by Ponzy in his small blue bathrobe with his naughty parts just dangling in the wind barely being covered by the blue silk robe.

"Don't worry about that stupid thing! It's worthless! Doesn't even do tricks! See see here try to doah trik!" The drunken and high Ponzy said as he splashed some beer from his glass onto Rocu

Hopefully Lady Kay and Runner were in the process of hitting a few slave camps, Blonde really wanted to kill this guy right now.

[member="James Justice"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Rocu"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Fun, sure. Parties had never been to her tastes, especially those attended for what were obsolete reasons, in her eyes. It would have been easier, in the long run, to simply drop a few bombs on the place and handle the aftermath. But, as always, [member="Miss Blonde"] had her methods that Keira would never quite understand, her mind better honed to violence rather than subtle means of murder such as this. However, there was no other option other than to play along, and so she would do just that. But playing along didn't extend so far as dress, and she was outfitted in her casual wear right down to her leather jacket, numerous weaponry concealed seamlessly on her person. If there was one thing she was good at, it was making an unexpectedly deadly target.

For the duration of the event thus far she had tailed Patricia through the crowd, maintaining some kind of distance and sneaking a sip from her flask every now and again. Sure, it was safe to drink at the bar for a few hours, but she preferred not to take her chances. Well, at least not with particulars such as this. At some point or another a cigarette had found its way between her lips, helping her to resist the urge to commit to the wholesale slaughter of everyone who wasn't a Black Tie within the immediate vicinity. The death would come in due time. For the moment she had to at the very least convince everyone that she was enjoying herself, even if she would have much rather killed everyone herself and been done with it.

When Blonde halted in her progress she meandered over, pushing her way past Ponzy in order to stand next to the other woman. For a few seconds she studied [member="Rocu"] in his cage before glancing to their target, then looking to Patricia. Her gaze alone communicated exactly what she thought of the man, and it was all too tempting to crush his windpipe with her cybernetic arm and end everything right here and now. But she would exercise some amount of restraint, as always, chancing to know what was best for the success of the mission every now and again. Leaning in, she muttered a quiet comment to Patricia alone, "I don't suppose we could swing an unfortunate accident killing our friend here."

[member="James Justice"], [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Romeo Sin"], [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

As the music went on, the Vahla spotted his ex wife, and another woman heading towards Ponzy. He grew impatient of this game of distraction, and hide and seek. Romeo was, in a sense, a man of action, or war. He wasn't cut out for this kind of thing really, he never was. Still, someone was up on his stage now, coming towards him, a man with a nasty look to him. He finally made it to Romeo, the smell of drink was strong on this guy.

"Listen man, I just wanna say, this music sucks...and you suck, and you need to leave."

Romeo had no idea who or what this man was, nor did he care.

"You with Ponzy?" The dark master asked.

"Yea, and it's time to go."

"What's your name?"

"It's Druo, now turn it off, and get going DD."

Romeo sighed, Druo was the man who had asked him to show up at the party, and was also a right hand man of Ponzy. Romeo ripped the headphones off his head.

"Listen man, screw you. You asked me to come h--" before Romeo could finish, Druo had punched him the gut, pulled a gun out on him, and pressed it to his back.

"Let's go..for a walk DD."

The gangster began to escort Romeo off the stage, towards the back. This man didn't know what he wast about to get himself into.

[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Rocu"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="James Justice"]

 

[Rocu]

The alcohol was putrid and sparked anger within his heart. He wanted to hurt the man severely, but knew it was futile. Still, he was too angry to not do something. Acting before thinking, he yelled out "STOP!" just as the music was killed. Suddenly, all of the attention was on him. The stares of the many unsettled him and he instinctively crouched lower on his perch at the event.

Entertain? He thought. What is it that people like to see me do?...The white men always liked watching me work out.

So, he turned his back to everyone, lowered himself 'til he was hanging by his arms from his perch and started doing pull ups.

[member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="James Justice"]​

 

[Miss Blonde]

Luckily the music had kicked back in before things got too awkward and people returned back to their dancing and drugs, because when you thought about it a party was just a sad collection of people getting high and drunk without the music to bring it all together, and no one really wanted to face their problems like that.

"Ponzy can you grab Miss Nothing and I a drink?" Blonde asked the wasted spice lord.

"OKAY!" Ponzy yelled unnecessarily.

The spice lord walked off and Miss Blonde looked over and cringed to see the portly man's ass hanging out the back end of the robe. She was seriously considering just letting Keira go ham on everyone, but knowing her she was going to destroy half the palace in the process and she wanted this place intact so they could continue operations at once.

"To be honest I'm really considering it. But one must stick to the plan. Do me a favor though, this fellow here in the cage see if you can get anything useful out of him. Promise him his freedom, and try not to choke him. I need to make a few calls." Blonde would then tap her fingers against the cage then step away towards a quieter part of the party.

She would send a notification to [member="James Justice"] and [member="Lady Kay"] that they were at the party and we're getting ready to make their move, but before they could do that they needed to know if a good amount of slaves were out of the way of danger when they did. If things went south it was nice to know innocent people were out of harms way.

But her second call would go to [member="Dyxra'a"] who had yet to show up. She was to bring several cases of fine Naboo brandy that would be passed around for the toast at midnight, if she wasn't going to show soon then the ties would have to do this the old fashion way that would cause more property damage than Blonde would like.

[member="Rocu"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay finished securing all of the detonators that she needed to to the walls of the slave camp. She wished that she was a sharpshooter, or at the very least, brought one with her. Too late now. She scurried off to a safe distance and awaited the explosions.

Right on cue they all exploded at once, creating large holes in the walls that bellowed out smoke. Kay took the confusion that it caused and ran for the nearest hole, drawing out both of her blasters. They were set to stun as usual and she began opening fire on the nearest guards, shouting out to the confused and frightened slaves. "Everybody out! There are ships ready to take you to safety! Come on!!" Some of the slaves started attacking the guards and stealing their guns while others either ran or dropped dead from some of the guards shooting them. It was chaotic, but successful as many slaves escaped their prison.

A quick message was sent off to [member="Miss Blonde"] to let her know that one of the slave camps had been liberated.

[member="James Justice"] [member="Rocu"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[Dyxra'a]

Dressed in a long, pitch black dress with a thigh high split along the right that contrasted sharply against the bright green of her scales, Dyxra'a sat at the back of a speeder, one leg crossed over the other and a smoldering cigarrete hanging from her lips, puffs of thick smoke rhythmically escaping from her lips. Dyxra'a's steel blue eyes, not hidden by the shadow of her stetson hat as they usually were, were smoldering in barely restrained anger as she glared at the back of the head of the driver of the speeder. In Dyxra'a's hands, which were covered by her ever present pair of black lace gloves, was a ceramic knife that was slowly being twirled between the fingers of her left hand whilst her right hand was wrapped tightly around the handle of the metal cane that rested against her right leg.

The woman who was the driver of the speeder was a young and blue skinned with bright red eyes and pitch black, silky hair, a Chiss by the of Kana'sosu'ligue. She was a fellow Nar Shaddaa Street Rat and the only person that Dyxra'a allowed herself to call a friend; but only when she was drunk out of her mind the Falleen's perception on compassion and affection preventing her from admitting that to even herself when sober. Kana'sosu'ligue, or Asosul as Dyxra'a called her (and only Dyxra'a, as Asosul would insist with a blaster in hand on numerous times to many others who tried to address her as such that they never do so again), had become the only ally young Dyxra'a had had before she formed her gang. However, not even the history the pair shared blunted the anger that Dyxra'a was feeling.

Sliding out of the speeder once it had come to a stop outside of the party hosted by Ponzy, the pair strode towards the entrance, the crate of the specially prepared Nabooian Brandy being unloaded by staff after a few words had been exchanged between them and Dyxra'a. Walking next to each other, stark differences could be easily drawn between the pair by an observer; beyond just the features of their species. The top of Dyxra'a's largest crest, a physical deformity on the ridges that Falleen possessed, barely reached the top of Asosul's shoulder, Asosul herself not being exactly tall highlighted just how small Dyxra'a actually was. However, the biggest difference between the two, were the emotions they wore. Whereas Dyxra'a seeped with anger, Asosul was full of amusement as she shot frequent looks at the woman next to her, a smirk breaking her stoicism.

"Look at that, I've caused the 'Lizard With A Heart Of Ice' to show an emotion outside of smug, self-satisfaction. Who'd of guess."

Eventually, it was Asosul who broke the silence that lingered heavily between the Chiss and Falleen. In response to Asosul's jibe and her use of the unofficial name that Dyxra'a had been labeled with before she left Nar Shaddaa, Dyxra'a simply cut her gaze sharply towards the Chiss for a few seconds, rage simmering in her eyes for a few seconds, before returning her gaze forwards as she waited for her and Asosul to be admitted.

"Well, no reaction, Dyx?" A soft bump against Dyxra'a's side accompanied the question.

"How about 'Continue to talk and we'll see how well you can walk with Janus shoved up your ass'?" A few choice words were hissed under Dyxra'a's breathe to accompany her sarcastic response.

"Heh. Come'n Dyx. I said I'm sorry. What more do you need?" What had started as a chuff of amusement degraded into what was almost a childish whine as Asosul pouted at Dyxra'a, a funny scene considering their extreme differences in size. In reply, all Dyxra'a did was glare at Asosul again. A few second later however, Dyxra'a sighed slightly as Asosul's shoulders slumped slightly. "Deal with this business properly, and we'll see." Internally, Dyxra'a sighed in annoyance at how childish the Chiss could be when she wanted to be.

That childish instantly disappeared as Asosul recognised that it was time to be serious, straightening up almost immediately, a closed expression consuming her features as Asosul settled into the persona that she and Dyxra'a commonly used together, one that was born from an offhanded comment about their difference in height. Dyxra'a would take whatever role was needed, in this case a Falleen coming to celebrate, while Asosul would assume the role of her bodyguard.

Pushing their way through the lively throng of people, a sneer of disgust crossing Dyxra'a's face at the sight of the large quantity of drugs being liberally passed around, the pair soon found their way towards Miss Blonde. Dyxra'a leant forwards slightly, closer to Miss Blonde, so as to assure that she would be heard over the music and shouting, Asosul hanging back behind her. "The brandy's been delivered. No, if you don't need anything, I need a drink." While not phrased as a question, it was made clear that Dyxra'a was waiting for Miss Blonde's say so before leaving, the hint of respect Dyxra'a held for the blonde woman shining through.


[member="Miss Blonde"]