The Crown Prime Casino & Resort

[Crocell]

[SIZE=10pt]I gotsta get paid... (Please Indicate your location in the Casino! TY!)[/SIZE]

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As daylight passed into night, Coruscant flared gloriously. Like a great diamond against black velvet, the City Planet rose to brilliance, like a great Beacon to all the Galaxy: Here, there was Life. ​

Of the countless lights upon the great beacon of civilization, a small area seemed to shimmer & shine with its’ own particular corona. A halo of lights: purple, blue, red, yellow, green, white shimmered with a life all their own. It was here, on this very spot, a grand new landmark had appeared. ​

Rising into the sky was a large pyramidal-shaped structure with a shining cone at it’s apex. A large building stood beside, connected by a small walkway - this building bore the words: The Crown Prime Hotel, and outside, a small number of beings had gathered - the hustle of comings & goings, as the who’s-who of The Galaxy arrived at the Hotel for a visit to the Grand Opening.

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Near the rear of the complex, which was entirely surrounded by a brief open space dotted with trees and finely manicured lawns which separated it from the crush of the city and its’ main “driveway”, a great wall had been erected, separating a brilliantly green garden (with room to land a ship a quarter the size of a star destroyer) from the rest of the world. The only access appeared to be from within the Pyramidal structure, and the garden was lit only in spots… and the lighting was soft, pale, and ambient. Might might even catch the sparkle of light reflected off of a body of water… An outdoor pool with plenty of space. ​

To the front of the great structure was a fountain and marquee rising into the sky… it cast a glow upon the surrounding area, sparkling into the night sky: ​

[SIZE=20pt]The Crown Prime Casino[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] & Resort[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]The Casino itself was primarily situated within the great pyramid, and consisted of a large central chamber with a small number of separate spaces. One might traverse the Casino’s separate levels, exploring as they went, by either a grand staircase or two lifts which ran at all hours. At the Apex of the pyramid was a private meeting hall, accessible only by a select number of individuals, which provided a grand view of the surrounding area and an overwatch position. One might sit within this well-furnished observation area, open the light-dampening shades, and gaze into the starry night & all the comings & goings it held. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]Access to the hotel from the Casino was accomplished either by a separate outside entrance or an internal hallway which displayed a number of advertisements for upcoming events, as well as played host occasionally to small-time performers in an intimate setting. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]The Casino itself was [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Abuzz[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]Many different games were on offer - Sabbac, Black-Jack, Poker, two Craps tables, a large spinning wheel for casual play, a betting area for any sports or fights which might be available, and much more. Each employee was easily identifiable by their uniform… The employees were almost as varied as the clientele. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]A large bar & nightclub dominates the entire second-floor of the pyramid. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]For the past six months, visitors & residents of Coruscant would have seen advertisements for a new Casino & Resort opening in the southern hemisphere of the planet.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]The entire complex is large, but does not take up more space than it needs… the decor is elegant, classy, progressive, and sometimes psychedelic; there are fountains, seating areas, holograms, fine art, and entertainment to be found in every corner. The Gardens outside are luscious and alive; one may find a quiet place in nature or a firepit for conversation. There is parking enough for everyone in an area which takes up a considerable area in the open space between the complex and the sprawl outside. [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Just don’t bring your Gods-Damned Freighters all over the place![/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]Feel free to explore, gamble, interact, drink, take a swim in the outdoor pool, make deals, and otherwise live debaucherously. You are free to be yourself here, be you criminal, civilian, or otherwise - but make no mistake, for you are being watched. Do not overtly break the law, and do not harm employees or other guests. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]Though you do not know it, the entirely legitimate company which owns the complex, as well as other locations upon Coruscant, dead-ends at two brothers - the reclusive & eccentric Longa Brothers, Romus & Remis, who are rarely seen in public and said to be worth over a billion credits.[/SIZE]​

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Security within the complex is very tight, but nearly invisible. The large array of cameras serves as a warning to all who tread within that they are being monitored. Suited beings, most of them human or near-human, stand casually amongst the crowd - each of them connected to an earpiece, and each of them subtly armed. Just beyond the main entry hall and greeting area of the hotel, and a short distance from the Casino floor, guests will recognize signs in a number of languages detailing the Casino’s weapons policy: The Casino & Hotel, including the garden area, are weapons-free. A special waiver may be requested, but there are none on file at this time. To enter the Casino or the residential area of the hotel, one must pass through a system of weapons-detecting scanners. If one is found, you will be approached by security.​

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[SIZE=12pt]Available Locations:[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]The Casino or Casino Bar & Nightclub[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]The Casino Restaurant[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]The Hotel & Hotel Bar[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]The Gardens/Swimming Pool[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]The Shopping Area: A number of small shops, offering fine apparel, gifts, eclectic items, art, and more. [/SIZE]​

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((OOC - Hello, Galaxy! My name is Ivory Stroud, and I would like to introduce a new addition to Coruscant! The Crown Prime Casino & Resort! I created this submission to serve a number of purposes, the first of-which is to provide mia famiglia with a home on the greatest planet in the Galaxy. ​

This has been a work-in-progress for some time now, and I am so excited to bring it to The Galaxy! Thank you all for being a part of it; I hope everyone can enjoy this place, take advantage of the possibilities it offers, and enjoy a little vacation from the chaos of the galaxy. There is a fireworks show planned, once some guests have arrived, and I'll be interacting with everyone the best I can; please be patient, this is a first for me as a writer and I'm hoping I can pull this off! Feel free to write as you will, and play NPCs like you'd expect - if you've ever been to Las Vegas, you get the ambience I'm shooting for!

I've included some links to music which served as inspiration for this whole idea... Consider them a guidepost in our journey together.))​

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P.S.: I've also prepared a private thread, in a VIP area of the Casino Bar - it will be by PM Access only; please feel free to message me if you're interested in speaking with someone regarding business opportunities... ​

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva arrived in style. She stepped down from her car, straightened her dress, and made her way inside The Crown Prime. A pair of IG Series droids followed closely behind the Zabrak, her only protection for the evening. After all, she wasn't here for a fight. This was a celebration, and the Crimson Lady was here to show her support.

Once inside, Zenva wasted no time procuring herself a drink. A glass of something bubbly in hand, and she made her way to the main casino floor. It was a rare thing for the Zabrak to take a night off, but this little resort certainly had an appeal to it. With a smiling curling her blackened lips, Zenva moved deeper into the casino floor, memories of the glory days of The Red Ravens swimming through her mind.

[member="Ivory Stroud"]

 

[C-02]

Under the guise of 'Troy', a poor soul that had been caught drunk in an alley not far from the casino, the droid had it's holographic disguise up. The guy had been massive, muscled. A brute. Didn't take long though to bring them down. A simple strangle, snap. And Troy was a new man...or rather droid. Sitting at a card table, the droid was playing a sabaac. It had learned quickly, he was an analyst. And perfect at this role. Already two games won, this third opponent proved difficult. Then they pulled a mistake, got cocky.

"I bet...my speeder." The opponent held up a hologram of what seemed to be a type of holospeeder. Looked expensive....And in no time at all was no longer owned by the opponent. Third win. The droid grinned, or rather 'Troy' grinned. "Dreadfully sorry, but one must always keep a straight face in Sabaac, no?"

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Ivory Stroud"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh despised Coruscant, he hated it. Yet he found that he could not leave it, he was addicted to the polluted sky that did not shine, the dank, dreadful pits that spewed out death and disease in the lower levels. He hated the dull, black skyscrapers only illuminated by the rare cheap neon light. He hated the constant threat of crime and death, and independence had turned Coruscant into a political mess of rival factions all trying to shake the last few pennies out of the dead giant. Yet Drogh was part of the problem, in fact many would say he was the very worst Coruscant had to offer. He was a dreg, a outcast, a wretch and a violent, consistently homeless alcoholic drug addict. However, in some cruel joke the Force played on the universe, he was force sensitive, despite his bests effects to numb his feeling, to anything.

As Drogh walked around, in a half drunken drug induced haze, unable to focus, barely able to walk. He was supposed to be security, in fact [member="Ivory Stroud"] had taken a liking to him, seeing his "skill". Drogh leaned on luck and the force, but it was enough to get by, and the pay was pretty good. Although when there was an opportunity to abuse his mind and body, he could hardly refuse it. While he hated Coruscant, the casino was nothing to scoff out. The brilliant mad lights flashed in a insane miasma of bright powerful and neon colours, blasting apart mind and soul as one gazed onto this pyramid behemoth of greed, lust and excess. Drogh was impressed, he had to be, it got him drunk.

Drogh in the remaining remnants of his better judgement deiced it would be a better idea of his employers didn't see him like this, instead stalking around the alleyways near the Casino. Mostly to hide him self, but also in case any shifty business was happening around the area, some spiteful crime lord might not be too happy, might want to burn the casino down. Perhaps the authorities found some excuse from their best lawyers, or perhaps a very conservative political faction of the newly independent Coruscant might prefer this hub of degeneracy burned down.

[member="C-02"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Crocell]

[member="Drogh"]​

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The night air was warm, with a soft breeze which caught the edges of his robes and stirred some small bits of trash. The area around the Casino was mostly quiet... few natural creatures preferred the buzz of activity, though there were some small spots of grass or a tree where one might find a semblane of peace. Alleyways wove between buildings, and one could catch foul scents on the air depending on which way they turned - for Drogh, it seemed nearly deserted.​

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Nearly.​

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There was a stirring in The Force... Somewhere, in the maze of alleyways, something predatory stirred.​

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Somewhere out there, Drogh might have caught a sudden sharp sound - a scream in the night, muffled by the jungle of buildings and pools of darkness which were so prevalent on the city planet.​

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[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]​

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Upon entering the Casino floor, the Crimson Matron would be treated to a maelstrom of light & sound. Flashing, sparkling signs indicated in a number of languages which areas of the Casino might hold which types of games - most of the Casino was covered in Holo-Slot Machines which offered payouts from only a single credit upwards into large cash bonuses in exchange for greater risk. Many of the machines were occupied by beings of every race, size, and color; some sipping drinks (which were delivered by attractive male & female species) while others smoked. A soft haze had developed in the air, smelling sweetly of Tobac leaves.​

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One could be directed toward other areas of the Casino by following hallways which linked certain sections to others, or by mounting either a large staircase within the main hall or entering one of the lifts; higher floors held other games, private halls, meeting areas, and more. The entire second level (which was advertised on nearly every wall) could be found the Casino's premier Bar & Restaurant. If Zenva chose to explore the first level further, she might find herself drawn to either a large section of card tables where one might play low-stake Sabacc or other such cardgames, a Wheel of Chance, or a small section offering intimate games of a game called "Poker".​

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The casino was open to her.​

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After a few moments, a man approached her from off to her right; slightly within her blind spot but easily turned to face.​

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A male voice, gruff but respectful, greeted her.​

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"Good evening, Miss... Is there anything I can help you find?" ​

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[member="C-02"]​

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The dealer at the table gave a smirk at the "man"'s challenge to his fellow gambler.​

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The pair had been playing for over two hours, and in the three games they'd played, the brutish, heavily muscled man had won seemingly without trouble. It was curious, indeed.​

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Clapping his hands, Phaelix attempted to catch both the attention of both men as he waved his hands, giving them both an entertainer's smile. "Gentlemen," he said, his voice a mysterious stage-whisper, "Another round?" Slender fingers, pink-skinned and supple, reached for the hand of cards which had recently been dealt, scooping them up and depositing all 76 cards in the randomizer. The handsome dealer moved like an acrobat, lifting up a card and showing it to the men - displaying "The Idiot", a card worth 0 Score. As a trick, the dealer covered the face of the card with his palm, then snapped his fingers - removing his veil with a flourish and holding up the same card, it's value having changed to "The Queen of Air & Darkness". The Zeltron smiled at both men sitting at the table, giving the man who'd lost all three games a wink before placing the card with its' fellows.​

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If both men chose to stay, the dealer would begin a fourth hand of Sabacc. If his table cleared, Phaelix would take it as his cue to walk the floor...​

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Perhaps he'd find Angelo. The pit-boss always had something for him to do.​

 

[Riamah]

One of the most unlikeliest of people had told her of this place. Her apprentice Drogh. In one of the rare moments when he wasn't spitting vile putridness at her, he had extended an invitation to this casino. Even being kind enough to lay out the ground rules. He knew this particular planet had meaning to her as well as being the place they had met. Maybe he wanted the chance to return to those days, but she didn't think so.

After a great amount of consideration, she decided to take him up on the offer to bring the Dark Hand to the casino. Such a formal place and she would be able to fit in well. Rubbing elbows with those that were well to do had once been second nature to her. Growing up on a no name world and following in the steps of her master, she had learned how to be one of almost royalty. What she did lack, she made up for in charisma.

It had been a while since those days, but now and again she returned to her roots. This visit was different though. Foregoing the chance to visit that little girl to rescued, there would maybe be a time when she could. A small part of her wanted to adopt her and take her home. Not today though.

Looking at her companions as they arrived, Ra smiled slightly and took the lead.

"You know, I don't think I've ever been to a casino like this before."

Small time deals and such, but nothing as grand as what was in front of them.
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"Can you believe Drogh of all people told me about it and invited us here? I am amazed at that man sometimes. You think the others here will abide by the ground rules?"

[member="Vulpesen"] [member="Ivory Stroud"] [member="Drogh"] [member="C-02"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Slipping into the Casino, Vulpesen's hands rose up to the collar of his coat, ensuring its crease before travelling down to its sides. With a slight flick, he threw its sides forward, better hiding his body and the weapons strapped to it within the expensive silk. It had taken a bit of work, but given his duties to protect the hand, and his own rank as a planetary leader, there was no way that he could enter such a place as this without physical means with which to defend himself, even if that meant spending a few credits from Veradune's coffers.

It was a place of oddities for him. A casino was a place for scum and villainy, often the sort of people he was at odds with. Yet, there was certainly a level of class to this place that deserved praise. "People are always full of surprises. Lets just hope he keeps surprising us with this new side of him. As for the others, this doesn't look like the place you want to get kicked out of." Stepping a bit closer to Ria, Vulpesen scanned the area around them, a smile forming on his lips. "So, oh fearless leader, what brave new place shall we explore first?"

[member="Riamah"]

 

[C-02]

The heavily-built man grinned at having won. A speeder, at least he would have a ride out of here. After, he had no plans to use it after. But his opponent was suffering, and that was what he loved. Bringing organics to their knees. Crushing their will and then leaving them, broken. Left with nothing. One could say the droid derived a pleasure from it, a satisfaction. When offered another game, the heavy man's opponent immediately agreed. The man only shook his head.

"You...you never learn" he murmured as he prepared for the next round. What would he take this time? "I will bet for my credits back, my speeder...and something of yours." Oh how tempting it was to offer something large, to have him fail knowing he lost such a thing. "A corvette." C-02 showed a holographic projection of one of his few ships, taken upon his leave from the faction that exiled him. An Abregado War Galley.

[member="Vulpesen"] [member="Riamah"] [member="Ivory Stroud"] [member="Drogh"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Dayne Inck'ha]

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Dayne did not gamble. An absolute shock, given her mathematical prowess. But she found it to be a dull and idiotic waste of her talents.

Hence, no gambling.

No, the reason she was in this glittering, gilded money pit (which was, admittedly, quite impressive nonetheless) lay in the fact [member="Ivory Stroud"] had requested she work security tonight. The casino was still in its infancy, meaning everything needed to be running smoothly. And given that the taps (and credits) would be flowing tonight, it was vital to ensure there were no disruptions to the fun.

The hired gun sighed. At least she had her guns. And her armor. Without those two, Dayne's night would've been a lot less fun.

She walked around, wading easily through the crowds within the casino. More than likely the sight of her guns, and her armor. It was not exactly made for stealth; the navy blue, perhaps, but not the bright ass yellow around her head. Oh well. She knew what she was getting into with the look, and it made her look intimidating regardless.

After a long while watching people drink their savings away, the woman decided it was time to catch a breath of air - and a break from the noise. Making a loop towards one of the side entrances, Dayne tapped over her ear, activating her comms unit. "Base, this is--" Her breath hitched, a faint look of disgust crawling across her face. "This is Digits, reporting in. I'm heading outside to do a brief perimeter check. Will report in when finished. Over." She absolutely did not like that name. 'Digits,' ha! It was the name for someone with a toe or finger fetish, neither of which she had. Unfortunately, the picking of names was not left to her.

Dayne finally made it out and away from the noisy setting, taking a moment to absorb the peace. Well, as close to peace as anyone on Coruscant could achieve.

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She stalked in the shadows, more at ease out here. The woman wasn't a social butterfly, never was. Her steps echoed off the buildings, steady and even. She was in no particular hurry.

Until she saw the figure.

From this distance, the individual was clad head to toe with black, their back to her. Their gait was...odd. Uneven. Like they were drunk, or drugged. Or this was a trap.

The numbers began running in her head, and imaginary measurements were laid out on the scene before her. They boasted a height of approximately 195.58cm, holding 25.40cm over her. Though the figure's weight was hard to calculate given the distance and garb, she made a wild stab that they were anywhere between 60 - 90kg. As for distance away? Likely no further than 25 meters, well within shooting range. She did a quick tally of her ammo - seventy two total rounds between her blaster pistols, and sixty total for her rifle, as always slung across her back.

Dayne pulled out one of her handguns, though she did not immediately aim at the individual. Instead, she closed the gap between them, until only 6.78m lay between them.

"Whoever you are," she rumbled, "Mind pausing and doing a 180, hands up?"

[member="Drogh"]

 

[Ashelia Solidor]

Coruscant, once the mighty capital of the Old Republic and the Galactic Alliance, now the planet was a sewer. For it had no real master anymore, no true law or major power rulling over them, they sure had allies that came to her aid, like the Silver Jedi, the New Republic, ORC, even her father when it suited him, but the planet was all alone when not threatened by some invasion, or raid, or conquest from the evil powers that ruled the galaxy.

The planet had the executives and wealthy fighting in the top for control over the planet, but the Underlevels hide the true identity of that fighting. Crime Lords, gangs, technolords, spice dealers, kingpins were all fighting for control as well, to make themselves even richer, last she heard, parties were unsatisfied and organizations were growing, a gang war might start from that, but Ashelia did not knew anything about it. She worked for the Hutts occasionally, if it suited her goals and her missions, but this was all about pleasure, after all, when did you had the chance to get to a casino so appealing like this? New places were always the best, for they had the true opportunity to make some money and have some fun.

Walking inside the place, she smiled, noticing the old aliens and humans in the slot machines, seeing big executives in the big tables having fun. As she walked inside, being greeted by two beautiful zeltros woman giving her a card and telling her that this card was the one to add her money and play any game her like. Smilling, she accepted the card and went on inside.

 

[Lancer Damar]

Casino Floor
Entrance



A name. A target.


That's all he needed. That's all he had.

The security here- for a man of Lancer Damar's talent, was abysmal. It was easy to get a Disruptor pistol on his inner thigh through security- a simple trick of a thin plasteel plate over the inner legging. Beyond that, he had a knife up his sleeve, concealed in the same manner. Scanners were good, but nothing would beat a thorough pat-down.

The unfortunate Bothan would pay for the mistake. There were a lot of cameras. That would make things difficult.

But not impossible.

Lancer moved in, determined to hunt down his target.

 

[Crocell]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]The Dealer at the card game operated by the heavyset individual and a shorter, stocky, sallow-faced individual watched, silently, as the present Table Leader showed off a hologram of a beautiful ship... Recognizing it immediately. The rest of the Casino buzzed by in hyperspeed... while the softly shimmering three-dimensional image seemed frozen in time. Maesoros, being the professional he was, could have been hewn from stone - silently, he marked the heavy-set man as something of particular worth. Perhaps bearing a... closer inspection. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Excuse me, sir, but I'll have to request approval to allow such an item at the table... Would that be acceptable to you? It will take only a few moments." [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Phaelix[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] rythmically drummed a small stack of 5 chips from his fingers to the card-table upon which they played. The sound would be forgotten in the sound & fury of the expansive establishment, but seemed to mark time... a steady beat, almost hypnotic. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Chh-chh, chh-chh, chh-chh, chh-chh.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]With his opposite hand, he accessed a small buzzer beneath his table, tapping the sensitive pad with the tip of his finger before rising with a pack of cigeras, conveniently placed to be readily to hand. He offered the two men a cigarette for their trouble, [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]"On the house, sirs." [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: Command Center[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [member="Drogh"] [member="Dayne Inck'ha"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Ivory heaved a sigh. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]For hours now, she'd wandered the control center for the Crown Prime Casino, peering over shoulders and directing business. The entire operation only required a small number of employees to operate; other than the significant guard presence, of course. Seated at a small handful of consoles and command screens were a number of men & women; all human or near-human, and each a skilled observer. The extensive network of cameras and scanner-feeds were piped directly into this very room, which was sealed deep in the depths of the pyramidal structure; access was restricted except to a small list of individuals... for it was here that their business was conducted. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Digging into the pocket of her black, tightly-fitting leather coat (which conveniently hung, close to hand, from the back of a chair), the raven-haired Femme Fatale produced a small silver case - extracting from within a slim white object which she placed, delicately, between luscious lips. Eyes the color of lavender scanned the room with a cold gaze, but every being present was otherwise preoccupied. Foregoing the charade of using the slim black lighter available to her, Ivory simply snapped her fingers & produced a steady flame at the tip of her thumb - bringing the cigera between her lips to life in a few puffs of smoke. Her hand closed and the thumbnail-sized spark evaporated as-if it had never been. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]She inhaled, drawing the smoke deeply into her lungs & holding it... then exhaling from her nostrils, like a dragon wreathing itself in smoke. Her eyes, which had closed in the act, fluttered open, the moment of pleasure having passed as she refocused. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Ma'am?" [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Snapped from her reverie, she turned to face the steady gaze of a man named Hal. He stared back, unphased at her appearance... for she cut quite the figure. She was dressed to kill; a black corset with blue trim which concealed more than it showed, tight pants which allowed for freedom of movement as well as accentuated her legs and hips, and thigh-high red leather boots with the toes capped in silver; making them appear fashionable as well as providing a dangerous advantage in close-quarters combat. Her hair, black as night and cut in a unique & inventive mohawk pattern, darted this way & that - a curse of its' nature to curl on itself. She was pierced in a number of places, as well as inked in areas both visible & not. Holstered beneath her left armpit was a blaster, hanging in a shoulder rig, and a belt and bandolier had been draped haphazardly over her hips & shoulders; quite an odd look for a woman in Management. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]But, then again, these men weren't paid to work in a regular casino. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Hmm?"[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Ivory hummed at the Sec-man, both eyebrows cocked; a quizzical expression, and one which communicated both interest and an odd sense of humor. [/SIZE]​

"I just received feed-back from one of the sensors near the Main Entrance - a fault. It could be nothing, but it's possible that the device detected a metallic object out-of-shape with expected dimensions. Should I ignore it?"​

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Carefully, the raven-haired woman considered the odds... a skill she'd grown adept at, in her years on the run.​

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"No." ​

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"Do we know anything about the subject?" ​

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The surveillance officer shook his head quickly, peering back at her, sky-blue eyes steadily meeting hers. "No, ma'am. There is significant foot traffic in that sector, but it's not originating from the lobby - this was the Main Entrance." ​

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The hair on the back of her neck began to stand on-end.​

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"Alert Angelo, as well as the team leaders. Be on the lookout for possible activity."​

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[SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Angelo Montagna[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] had been speaking with a devilishly attractive Zabrak woman in a stunning dress when he received the emergency alert over the earpiece he wore. Politely, he excused himself, shooting his cuffs as he sharply turned on his heel, moving with a purpose into the swirl of life constantly in motion. As the Pit Boss for the Crown Prime Casino, it was his job to ensure players & employees alike conformed to the Rules of the Casino. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt] And he took great pleasure in showing them their error, when they did not. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Lancer Damar"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt] As the "subject" would slip through the chokepoints (conveniently well-marked with warnings of weapons-scanners and the presence of Security), one of the small sensors had detected an anomalous amount of metal; highly unusual for the setting - alerting the Command Center as soon as the stranger had entered the casino floor. The weapons-sensors were top-tier security, and The Family had paid a small fortune in electronic countermeasures. Rather than portray a prison-like atmosphere with constant patdowns and security checkpoints (doubtlessly intimidating to clientele of the less reputable sort), "Management" had chosen to develop a powerful system of checks & balances - analyzing behavior, and cross-referencing common from uncommon acts. Even if someone made it into the Casino armed, they would find it difficult to leave without permission.[/SIZE]

 

[Jessica Bowers]

''31-2-2-7, Crown Prime Casino. Stationary surveillance. Making a stop here to check things out... Out.''

The built-in comms in the police airspeeder crackled as the operator on the other side confirmed the self-initiated stop made by the police patrol.

New and unknown places were always of interest for the authorities. The newly opened casino had all the permits needed in order and few to none indicators of questionable business had reached the department, if it was a matter of time or if it was a completely legitimate business was too early to tell. However, it was an impressive establishment that had the potential to give something extra to the district it was located in and the planet as a whole.

The police served the citizens and the civilian life on the planet, by a pro-active way of working the majority of the population would know they was being protected and crooks would know they were being supervised, to keep a long theory short. The casino were sure to draw at least some of the precincts criminal persons of interest.

Sergeant Bowers pulled up in front of the casino, on the driveway between the main building and the fountain, a stone-throw away from the main enterance and turned off the buzzing engines of the distinctive and striped police vehicle. She glanced over at her partner, officer Mathis, a black haired human male that was about her height and had run with her for a couple of years now.

''One of the fancier places we've been to, don't you think?''

Mathis nodded with a smile observing the crowds from thru the side-window of the speeder, trying to make out any one of interest. The doors of the police vehicle swept upwards and they climbed out, Jessica finished her first but probably not last paper cup of caf for the night and threw it back in the airspeeder.

They both nodded at a small crowd of festive dressed people passing them on their way into the casino.

''Let's hang around outside for a while, see what kind of people this place appeal to...'' she said as she walked around to the passenger side over to Mathis.

 

[C-02]

The burly muscled man nodded in response. He was willing to test his competitor, to dangle this prize right in front of their nose. This would be his final game, however. Any after would be stretching such luck the man had. "Yes...I accept to this." He looked to the competition, tapping the fingers of one of his hands along the top of the table. With the other hand, he took the cigar...then set it back down. "I do not smoke." He did not glare however, keeping his voice even and non-hostile.

"Now, shall we begin this game? I am ready, if you are" the man said to his competitor. Then looked to the dealer, gesturing them to take action. If anything, he may have seemed slightly impatient. While waiting he looked around...and paused on a very familiar figure. Something would be heard, a clicking? "Let us...speed this along, shall we?"

[member="Ivory Stroud"] [member="Vulpesen"] @Riamah @Jessica Bowers [member="Lancer Damar"] [member="Princess Ashelia Solidor"] [member="Dayne Inck'ha"] [member="Drogh"]

 

[Mallick Rel]

Casino Bar and Nightclub​

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/3T1c7GkzRQQ

He took a long drag from the cigarra clenched between his lips and his eyes rolled back in his head. The last job had taken him along the Hydian way and up the Corellian Trade Spine, but he managed to make it through relatively uneventfully and the shipment now tested with the Hutts. What they decided to do with it, honestly, Mallick could not care less.

His cut was a bit deeper, admittedly, than what they had agreed upon. They liked to keep their numbers in order, but if the manifest was altered and the inventory came up to show discrepancies on the seller's side, that problem was between them and the Hutts. As for the handle of Spice that he'd laced his smokes with, no one would ever miss it.

When his eyes reopened, they were glazed over and he could taste the rich, aromatic, yet bitter flavor of the notoriously illegal substance slowly becoming sticky sweet in his mouth. "You shorted a Hutt," his copilot Twitchy said quietly. "You realize that once they figure it out, it's both our asses, right?"

"Relax," Rel drawled as he leaned forward and draped an arm over the youth's petite shoulders. "You're a pretty boy, you know. They'll probably make you a dancer or something. Slave to a Hutt- there's worse things in the Galaxy, aren't there?"

The blonde boy cringed at the thought. "You're not taking this seriously," he protested. "I don't want any part of these scams, Mallick. It's one thing to break the law, but it's something totally different to rip off a gangster."

"Twitchy," the Smuggler hacked into his sleeve, then smeared the spittle from his lips. His eyes narrowed. "You're seriously killing my buzz, kid. Listen, how about you go grab a few drinks, unwind, and we'll get the next job that sees us off this rock?"

"No way," Twitchy shook his head. "Listen, Rel, you're a phenomenal pilot and working with you has been- oh, these past four months have been the most excitement I've had in my entire life, but I can't take anymore. You're just too much of a loose cannon-"

Mallick placed a finger to the boy's lips. "Listen," he smiled sweetly. "You're dumping me, right? Is that it?"

"I-" Twitchy stammered, his face flushed as he stared at his toes. "What I mean is..."

"Look, babe, I get it. I understand what it means to run for your life, and that it ain't for everyone. I respect that. I'm sorry to see you go, and yeah- what we had was magical, but I know better than anyone that these things never last." Mallick ruffled Twitchy's hair, and the effeminate man looked incredulously up at him.

"That's it?" he pouted. "You're not going to try to convince me?"

"Nah," Mallick laughed, "at this point, I'm better off cutting my losses. Don't know how many more spice runs you've got in you before things get sour and you sell me out."

"M-mal! I would never do-"

"Yeah right, kid," his face drained of mirth and the cool, composed Corellian stared over his drink at the other man. "I've been in this business for a while, and I know the look of someone who's about to piss their britches. You walk out of here, go to the Hutts, tell 'em what I did and hope they don't consider you an accomplice because of how honest you've been with them. They send a Hunter after me, I skip town and work until I can buy out the Bounty. That's a lot of work, y'know."

"I- uh- what-"

"Yeah, so I'm gonna have to pass on that outcome. Bad business practices, you understand." Mallick sighed, pried the cigarra from between his lips, and blew a plume of smoke toward his disenchanted former associate.

A streak of red light raced through the inky black haze and Twitchy fell to the floor, stone dead.

"Shame," Mallick muttered as he stood up and went to find a new seat. The fuzz would be around to ask questions, and he needed to get the smoking blaster away from the scene. "He was a cute thing."

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