The Four Roses - Mos Eisley, Tatooine

[Malica Drezyan]

Four Roses​

Mos Eisley, Tatooine​

[Faction] - Omega Pyre​

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Malica Drezyan slid through the backdoor of the cantina, escaping from the pounding music and the loud drunken ramblings of patrons. Her bare middle was adorned with raw skin shaped like fingers. Nights that followed intense summer sandstorms meant that the bar would be unusually crowded, the costumers overly-friendly, and the "no touching" rule nonexistent. As she fidgeted a cigarra out of the skintight bottoms of her outfit, Malica cursed the disgusting bastards inside. Underneath her plastered-on slut-smile, she imagined blowing off their faces. Those Twi'lek bitches got enough attention as it was; the marks on her hips and stomach equaled less tips on night where she should be getting more. At 1:00am Friday night, the underworld had swiftly emerged. The surrounding cantinas and gambling dens were teeming with people. The dregs of last night's storm had not stopped the night time scum from populating this sector of the city. Halfway through the evening, it didn’t seem like business was slowing down anytime soon.

Pushing through the crowds of patrons at Four Roses, one of Tattooine's premier cantinas, Malica made her way to her room. Her smile was blatantly suggestive as she passed each drunken male, appearing like any other female employee, off to fetch a drink or to take a break from the stage. If any customer was sober enough, they may have sensed a hint of sarcasm in the woman’s practiced grin as she passed, but at this point, it didn’t matter. In another minute she’d be off-duty.

Malica flung her uniform off onto the bed as soon as she entered her room and changed into a black flight suit. After tying her hair up into a loose twist, she crossed to her wardrobe and opened it. Behind the various colored strings of cloth aka "outfits", an arsenal of weapons awaited her selection. This was her third bounty this week and if it was anything like the previous ones, she already had what she needed in the left pocket of her flight suit. Drugs usually worked well enough for personal hits, but just in case, Malica armed herself with a vibrosword and a carbon pistols. The final item, a blue Mandalorian helmet, was taken of f the top self of the wardrobe. Malica exited her room and disappeared out through the back door into the neighboring alley. Her speederbike leaned against the side of the building, sand had settled on the smooth black surface of its sleek body. Affectionately, Malica put on her helmet, hopped on and navigated sprawling slums of Tatooine.

As she steered her speederbike closer to the business sector of the city, Malica repeated an address over and over in her head. Her hands clutched the handles of her vehicle tightly and she felt adrenaline building up in her body; a sweet, aching desire. By the time she arrived at her destination, sand had dusted her clothing. She found a desolate-looking alley to depart with her speederbike and continued on foot. Not too far ahead, Malica spotted her bounty. A man stood at the front of a crumbling hut with a single cloth door, revealing locked cages of half-assembled droids and appliances. Malica had studied this man for weeks - he owned the small repair shop and lived about three blocks away. He was fair, humble, worked hard for the little that he earned and supported a wife and daughter. A good man, overall. That’s why, her client told her, he needed to be removed from the city.

This man had worked for her client, but disagreeing with his more “questionable” means of running a business, had left her client to start a repair shop of his own. Now that this shop was making more money than its parent business, the tension between the two proprietors was growing stronger. Her client decided to ensure the success of his business by making an investment. He wasn’t the only man in the town suffering from his old employee’s moral superiority. Many other merchants were losing business to a common enemy. Putting out a hit for this man was the next logical action. There were plenty of other possible suspects, if the law force even cared to deal with the death of a shop owner, an event that occurred in the city of Mos Eisley every day.

Malica had no problem cashing in on this small bounty. While she would have preferred a real bounty, she had no room to complain. It was hard enough getting out of Four Roses for a night and each night she left early did not come without a price.

The man began walking home. Malica followed him a good distance behind, walking at a moderate pace and making no attempts to hide herself. This this part of the city was barren at night. It housed mainly poor workers who scuttled in and out of their homes, in fear of those who roamed the streets after dark. She had to detain him soon, before he got any closer to home. As he passed an abandoned building, she moved closer to the man and wretched him into the wide threshold. Shoving him up against the wall, she rammed her forearm against his neck and held a syringe of carsunum against his bony shoulder, the needle poised, but not touching the light fabric of his shirt. He tried to knee her in the stomach and weakly missed. His grunts increased as Malica delayed emptying the syringe into his bloodstream. “Fucking queen,” He mumbled as he tried to overpower her, but his strength had passed away with his youth. She observed his dirty fingernails and the gray hair plastered against his forehead with sweat. His ragged breath was strangely comforting.

“I know who put you up to this,” he said, a strangled whisper.

His eyes implored her to stop, unbelieving that he’d been caught off guard, helpless begging for mercy, completely disdainful of her, never faltering. She pushed the needle into his shoulder. The drug caused his eyes roll back into his head and his body to convulse. She removed her arm from his neck and sprinted out from the threshold. She couldn't watch the drug complete its duty, the gurgling noises the man was creating may have already drawn too much attention. She had to imagine the foam forming at his mouth, the thin trickle blood running from his ears. Before crossing the street she paused to make sure that the noises had ceased, and then began walking at a languid, unassuming pace, back to her speederbike. The empty syringe clanked softly to the ground as she started the ignition and sped off, a trail of sand rising behind her.

***​

"As promised, this week's gift," Malica said between a drag on her cigarra, as she passed Yalus Cour a sum of 900 credits across the greasy edge of the Sabacc table, "A humble priestess offers the god of this temple a small tribute for her continued good fortune."

Thick smoke clouded the second floor gambling suite. The morning was approaching and a few customers at Four Roses remained, sure to dissipate within the hour. Yalus shuffled the chips in his palm, then deposited them into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He spared no inch of etiquette and grinned at his prized dancer. She sat next to him, her elbow resting on the back of her chair as she smoked. Underneath the casual exterior, he could sense her rage. He always loved these monthly meetings of theirs, when she handed over a share of her "extra" earnings to him, and along with it, an even larger share of her pride. "Your god accepts this kind offer and will continue to bless his child in all of her endeavors," The Zabrack said. He took Malica by the chin and kissed her cheek. The disgusted arch of her upper lip caused his smile to widen and perhaps overlook that she had not even bothered to change back into her uniform before she presented herself to him.

Unbuttoning his jacket, Yalus moved his lean legs onto the table and reviewed the relative successes of the night. Now that Four Roses had become the hit that it was, he had accountants who did that work for him, though he’d never broke the habit of estimating the nightly profits. At only 25, he had become the owner of Four Roses. His unmatchable skill at gambling had brought him far from the streets of Nar Shaadda and he had to thank the woman seated next to him for a great deal of his success in the past two years. Even so, nothing at this establishment went on without his consent. Credits were required in order for her to explore this extra talent of hers, lest her secret night dealings suddenly come unveiled. Kindred spirits as they were, both poor kids from the same home planet now reveling in the underworld of a far away city, he had a business to manage.

Yalus tossed Malica a death stick. Only in her presence was he able to enjoy the cheap drug he’d often abused in his adolescence, without scorn from his usual patrons. It was something they’d discovered long ago that they had in common. He signaled a girl to bring them drinks and once they appeared, poured the neon yellow liquid into his beverage. Malica had done the same and they sipped quietly, allowing silence and the effects of the drug to wash over them.

Malica stared distantly over the balcony at a twisting Twi’lek dancer downstairs. “You're a bastard,” she growled to Yalus under her breath, receiving a cheeky smile from her boss in return.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

Zero was watching this man who owned a shop. He had a bounty on his head from getting to much money. Zero was about to take the man out when a Girl came over and put a poison into the man's system. He started to shake and shudder from the poison. He was intrested in the woman however. She wore a mans Mandalorian helmet. It looked slightly lager than her head. It didnt fit. A blue helemt with all black armor. He decided to followe the Girl. She stated to run to her speeder bike. When she was running she dropped the syringe that had the poison. He turned on his stealth unit and went to pick up the weapon. When she was trying to get away he put a tracker on to her speederbike. She left in a hurry. He picked up the syringe. He laughed at how she just left the murder weapon on the street. Police would find out who used it and would grab her. He wouldnt let that happen for now.

Zero had followed the signature to a hotel of sometype. He followed to where he may find her. He needed to see why she had been so careless. It was a Place called "Four Roses". When he walked in it was filled with smoke and the smell of liquor. men would watch wemon of all kinds of races dance. he didnt really like the idea to slave people to dance. He went up to the second floor to see what was up there. He found people gambling their credits away. Zero saw the woman talking to a man who had set the hit out on the man. They were most likely talking about the bounty and the Zabrak kissed the woman. He saw that she had black hair, fair skin. and was ablivouls one of the dancers. she was nice looking.

Some mistress came over with some liquid and poured some into two glasses. Zero decided to come over and show her that she messed up. He walked over to the two people and started to talk "you left this behind at the crime scene. Might want to take the weapon next time you kill someone with poison."

 

[Malica Drezyan]

Yalus studied the intruder. How had he managed to get past the bouncers? An imposing sword was strapped onto the Mandalorian's back that should have been removed at the door. Yalus glanced over the balcony and spotted a bouncer passed out, the other with a dancer on his lap. The Zabrack took a swing of his drink that emptied the glass.

As morning approached, the club was peppered with a handful of loyal patrons. Most of them were on the second floor with Yalus, being relieved of their credits in the last round of cards. Yalus' Trandoshan bodyguard was poised against the wall with his blaster drawn, eyes pasted onto the intruder. If Yalus signaled the Trandoshan to attack, Malica was ready to bolt. In the time it took for the Mandalorian to enter the room, she had determined a route that lead to to a set of stairs which would take her out a back door. Yalus rose from his chair to greet the Mandalorian, blocking Malica from his sight.

"That item doesn't belong to her. You've made a mistake." Yalus declared, a blatant threat. "Buy a drink or get out." The heavy rings on his fingers caught the smoky light of the gambling den. The jewels were as large as bullet holes.

The gamblers stopped their game to stare at the intruder, drawn by his sent. One of the gamblers grinned at the Mandalorian, revealing a set of sharp yellow teeth. Under the table, hands moved aside hidden cards to hover over concealed weapons in pockets and sleeves. Yalus' demand was an announcement that the man was up for grabs, should he disobey the owner's request. Since most of the gamblers were far past sober and craving a fight, the Mandalorian would be lucky if a drink was all it would take for him to escape the Four Roses unharmed.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

[OOC hes not a Mando, but close to it. Zero doesnt have an origin.]
Zero Chuckled to himself. He could tell that the man was calling fair game on him. Too bad for Zero he didnt drink. Zero then looked at the Girl and said "I know its yours. If you would be careful on watching your back you would have seen me just before I placed a tracker on your speeder bike." Zero looked at the man and said "So you protect one of your dancers, who happens to be a small time bounty hunter? Thats unusual, And too bad for you guys I dont Drink. And would you please call of the Drunkards behind me to not grab their daggers and pistols? id rather not be shot today."

 

[Malica Drezyan]

"It looks like you've got an admirer, Malica," Yalus teased. "Take this man downstairs. If he won't drink, get some credits out of him somehow." The den of gamblers broke into laughter as if on cue. Yalus barked at them to shut up and they picked up their cards, jeering at Malica and whistling cat-calls. "Follow me, please." Malica told Zero, ignoring the men. She descended the first step when Yalus called for her over his shoulder. She signaled at Zero to wait at the stairs.

"How can I serve you, sir?" Malica asked Yalus as she came to his side. The Zabrak continued shuffling cards and threatened, "If I hear from anyone else that you've been messy about our agreement, there will be some serious repercussions. Am I understood?" Malica had to fight sarcasm from flooding her voice. She knew he was serious, but the gamblers watching were getting off on her obedience to him. "Yes, sir. I understand," she replied.

"Very good. Now, go." Yalus demanded. To the delight of his patrons, he slapped Malica's behind when she turned to leave. Although every nerve in her body wanted to pound Yalus' head in, right there, in front of his friends, Malica gritted her teeth and moved to the stairs. "Don't forget - if that man wants to stay and chat with you, he must hand over his weapons to one of the bouncers." Yalus said, "He's been invited to play with us here at Four Roses, but invitations can be revoked." The Zabrak added a final threat before returning to his game and leaving the man to Malica.

"Come on." Malica grunted and led Zero downstairs to the bar. She poured herself a drink and motioned for him to have a seat. "You've got some balls busting in here like that." The woman took a giant gulp of alcohol and sat down next to him.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

Zero followed the girl. He found out that her name was Malica. The man was telling her some sort of threat. he could see the muscle tension in her neck. She was resisting to say or do something. he called out that he needed to turn in his weapons to the bouncers. That was not going to happen. He let the Girl sit down, but he remained standing. "I dont need balls to say something when I could end him. His guards were too far away for them to reach me. the Drunk men would be very easy to take out since they are drunk. They would move slower. You on the otherhand may have been a problem. You would have a dagger or some hidden weapon on you or just grabed something random from the room." Zero gave her a second to think about all of this and then he stated. "You should go to Thyferra if you want a better job than this. I wil leave here so they dont try and take my weapons. Excuse me."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Tatooine.

A dusty rock on the arse end of the galaxy. It was a blight on the galaxy, a stain. Yet, Tegaea noted that many of the greatest and most important beings in history had come here. Darth Revan had of course come here centuries before, and later such luminaries as Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker and Princess Leia Organa. It was curious how this came about.

Of course Tegaea Alcori had not considered herself amongst such people, but she was a woman who liked to explore. Beyond her imposing exterior lay a mind of practical curiosity. She wasn't on Tatooine for any specific reason, but was here to assess what could be useful to her. As Vice-President of one of the largest and most powerful companies in the galaxy she kept a very low profile. She was dressed in a long coat, broad hat and tall boots. From a distance neither gender nor species could be easily determined, and she preferred it this way.

She had known that one of her more...impulsive agents were in the area, and when Z3r0 had entered the Four Roses, Tegaea had waited in case he needed backup. When he failed to start a fight she approached normally. Word around the town was that there was a particularly beautiful and skilled woman here who was more than she seemed, and she figured that Z3r0 had homed in on this too. She hoped though that her rather more diplomatic means might help appraise and possibly recruit the girl if she was suitable. And if not...well Tegaea had an appreciation for a good dancer.

The bouncers seemed more awake now they'd let one intruder in, so Tegaea had surrendered her twin blaster pistols and other weapons at the front. She kept a concealed knife which was made entirely of a special plastic alloy, and thus did not show up on any scans when it was concealed in her boot.

Heading downstairs, Tegaea came upon the two of them. "Ah, good day, I hope I'm not interrupting?" she asked. "I am named Tegaea, or Tegs. Pour me a drink if you would, Miss." she flicked a five credit chip onto the stained bar. She didn't look at Z3r0; he knew not to show he knew her until the right moment.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Tatooine was indeed a fascinating place, although its great significance in galactic history was largely lost on Siobhan. Sand as far as the eye could see, krayt dragons that were said to guard unimaginable treasures, tusken raiders that preyed on settlers...and lots of slaves. Then there was Mos Eisley, that wretched hive of scum and villainy. Of course, the inhabitants of Nar Shaddaa would claim that the Smuggler's Moon was far more notorious. Being an ex-inhabitant of that planet, Siobhan obviously had to agree. Really, the Smuggler's Moon had so much more charm!

Well, maybe not quite. But it was not full of sand that got everywhere! That said, going on a krayt dragon hunt could be exciting. But that was not the reason for her coming to this planet. Apparently the planet was overflowing with Omega agents as well. Siobhan did not like sand much, she was a city girl, but she had a liking for dancers, fights and seedy bars. She was clad in faded black trousers, combat boots and a leather jacket above a shirt. Her robot hand and red cyborg eye made her distinctive enough, but was also good for pulling off a no-nonsense look. She came in shortly after Tegs, letting enough time pass so that it would not look too suspicious, surrendering a heavy blaster pistol and a short sword to the bouncers. A knuckle plate vibroblade was concealed and in any case she had the Force if things got hairy.

She gave the dancers entertaining the patrons a very appreciative look, winking at a scantily clad purple Twi'lek dancer. But business first, there might be the chance for mayhem. She scanned the area, sizing up her surroundings, the usual collection of toughs, gangsters, swindlers, dancers then headed downstairs, noting the location of the exits.

"Oh, full house, who would've thought. Nice digs," she stated sardonically, grinning. She gave the woman behind the bar an appreciative glance, then placed some credits on the bar. Then she a seat a bit closer to the corner, from where she had a good view of the entrance if toughs came storming down, propping her boots up on the stained table. She reached into her jacket pocket and removed a packet of cigarettes, taking one out and lighting it. "Glass of whiskey please. Strong."

 

[Malica Drezyan]

The man's advice wasn't lost on Malica. Thyferra, she pondered. Is that were he had come from? As the man moved away, she examined the sword on his back, convinced that he could take out Yalus' entourage, as he had said. From the way the bouncers avoided his stare, confused as to how he had entered, she concluded that the man had done the owner of the Four Roses a favor by not attacking. Yalus' loud laughter echoed from the second floor. The Zabrak's smuggler's luck was running out, she hoped, and spat a curse in Twi'lek to quicken the process.

Malica moved behind the bar to refresh her drink. As she turned back around to grab a straw, she discovered that two more costumers had entered the night club. Coyly, she sipped from her drink as she poured the first costumer a glass. “Pleasure to meet you, Tegaea.” Malica smiled, instantly attracted to the costumer and her polite words, a rarity at Four Roses. “Let me know if you need anything.” She graciously accepted the five credit chip and caught a quick look at the mysterious woman's face underneath the shadow of her hat.

Malica poured the other costumer a healthy stream of whiskey and slipped a cigarra between her teeth. With the whiskey in one hand and her drink in the other, Malica sidled up to the table. She set the drink in front of the woman and sat down beside her. “Can I get a light?” She asked, tossing the woman a playful grin and placing the cigarra back between her lips. The woman's strange eye and hand were fasinating.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Tegaea took a drink from her glass and glanced over at Siobhan. Her friend had managed to get the woman's attention very quickly. Typical Kerrigan, always finding the ladies. She recalled some of their exploits together, which had often ended up with the two of them in the company of pretty ladies. Still, Tegaea was here for business, not pleasure...yet anyway.

"As a matter of fact you might be able to help me. I'm looking for a woman named Malicia...I guess that is you, am I right? No need to be alarmed, I was merely hoping to make you a business proposition...and see if there was a way we might make use of your exceptional talents."
Of course, this conversation could be taken two ways, but at the moment Tegaea was interested in actual business....

 

[Delsin Shaw]

Zero saw Tegaea and Siobhan enter the building. He acted as if he never knew them. Zero knew that something was going to happen adn that he sould probably stay. If something was going to go wrong he intended to be there. Zero looked at the guards and took account of what items they had. a few had blasters, some had vibroswords or other melee weapons. He knew that if he had to he would be the ones taking them out. It was his Job and passion to do that. Tegaea had started to talk to her and so it was his job right now to watch their back.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

"Sure, can't refuse a pretty lady, can I?" Siobhan said with a smile, leaning a bit closer to light woman's cigarra, smiling at her. Finally someone who did not complain about this being a non-smoking zone! Admittedly...it would be sort of ridiculous to be faced with such health regulation obsessed folks on Tatooine unlike on all these stuffy core worlds filled with prissy bureaucrats and Jedi, but nonetheless. She inhaled the smoke, savouring it, then took a long swipe from her glass.

"Name's Siobhan. What's yours? And what's someone like you doing in a dive like this? I hear there's more to you than meets the eye." Then Tegs just had to beat Siobhan to the punch and make her business offer. You could've given me a few minutes more. Business proposition, ha, Siobhan thought.

 

[Malica Drezyan]

Malica laughed and gave Siobhan another smile. As she inhaled her cigarra, Malica checked the second floor to make sure Yalus didn't have someone watching her before responding to Tegaea's proposition.

"You're too kind, Tegaea. I'm just a typical cantina dancer, trying to make a credit." Malica said, coated with false timidity. "I would be more than happy to offer you my services, in any way." Had news spread of her outside conquests so fast? Malica wanted to know more about these two enticing women and exactly what they were offering her.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Tegaea smiled at the modesty, and also the way Siobhan was flirting. Plenty of time for that.

She cast a gaze up the stairs, then back. "You are exceptionally beautiful, Malicia, and while I am sure we could use your services as a dancer, I am looking for a more professional relationship as well. I represent Omega Pyre, a private military contractor who provides paramilitary and support personnel to almost all the big players in the galaxy. And you, I know from some investigation, have such skills; as a bounty hunter and in combat. Therefore I would like to offer you a job with our organisation."

Tegaea looked around the grimy bar. "Even if you don't decide to join us we can relocate you to a different planet if you wish. No pressure, but a woman of your skills has far better potential elsewhere, I believe."

 

[Malica Drezyan]

A ride off this armpit of a planet? How could she resist?

That pile of scrap metal in the junkyard was far from sky-worthy. Malica had been pouring her paycheck into Tyrant II , a broken freighter left behind by her Mandalorian mentor. The ship was an emblem that kept Malica going, but it would be years before Tyrant II traveled beyond Tatooine's twin moons. Still, a distant promise was better than none at all. Malica believed she'd never rise above the dismal life that stuck to her like a disease after six years of slavery. She was still in the middle a rough transition that many freed slaves never escaped. Two dancers that she didn't know by name, a Hapan and a Twi'lek, scrutinized the women at the bar from backstage. Malica saw the Hapan pass the Twi'lek a vial, probably a variant of spice or gunjack. A wealthy young man spotted the dancers and led both of them by the waist to the back rooms. Malica took a long drag on her cigarra before responding to Tegaea.

“The inhabitants of this planet are very familiar with the longing to leave it," Malica sighed. An indiscreet look under Teg's hat and she added, "I'd say you were trying to flatter me, but it's obvious you own as much beauty as you appraise." Malica smiled, "Unfortunately, I'lll have to decline your offer, Tegaea. I have responsibilities here that I can't desert. ”

More like responsibilities that won't desert me, Malica thought, imagining Yalus' red and black skin turning blue when she told him she planned on quitting. He wouldn't make it easy for her, that's for sure. Terrified of a broken arm or leg, Malica wouldn't dream of leaving the cantina. A simple, successful hierarchy was the lifeblood of Tatooine's underworld, maintained by well-paid goons. Malica pictured the cut on her inner thigh from the last time she revealed her intentions to her boss and involuntarily cringed. She calmed her nerves by finishing her drink.

Malica scooted closer to Tegaea and brushed a strand of red hair away from the woman's ear. “Tell me when and where you're departing and I'll be there.” She whispered, grabbed Teg's glass, and slinked behind the bar to refill it. If the Tegaea, Siobhan, and Zero didn't exit Four Roses soon, Yalus would send a stooge down to spy on them. Malica searched the second floor for the pink lekku of Shen'a, her rival dancer. The slut had an ugly bruise on her jaw from earlier that week when she and Malica had worked together onstage. Malica considered Shen'a's dancing equal to masturbation and had no problem vocalizing this to Yalus. The Twi'lek murdered the technique perfected by her ancestors, a technique that Malica worshiped. The two fought each other every other week, good for male customers craving girl-on-girl action, bad for Yalus, who had a reputation of keeping his employees under control. Shen'a would be hungry to bring Yalus any information she could about the three conspicuous costumers who seemed to be taking an interest in Malica. Seeing no sign of the queen, Malica concluded that Shen'a was awaiting Yalus in his bed.

“Can I get you all anything else before I start cleaning up?” Malica announced to the three agents, a little more brainlessly and higher-pitched than she intended. At least they would get the hint. She dropped off Teg's drink and pulled a rag out from behind the bar. A mess of curses and sprawling chips erupted on the second floor as the sabacc game came to an end. Malica assumed the role of the faithful employee and wiped the counter.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Tegaea smiled at the touch, replying quietly. "This morning, fifth hour. Meet me at Docking Bay 18 at the Spaceport. Identify yourself with the word 'Gundark'."

The woman was clearly being held partially in sway by the man above, and watched jealously by others. Tegaea knew all about this situation from so many other recruitment campaigns. She'd never been a slave, but she'd lived in a bombed out wrecked hovel in her youth and knew how life could be tough. This woman would be useful from a business perspective, but also it was morally right to try and rescue her from this plight. She would have offered to pay off the man above, but that sort of thing never worked well. Besides...it was a test for Malica. if she could escape from this place and get to the Omega ship then she clearly had the skills to be part of the company.

Was it morally wrong to ask the woman for a dance? Probably not, but she was giving them a signal, and Tegaea wanted to leave the place without more trouble. She stood. "Time is getting away from us, I fear. I'd have love to stay and see you dance, sweetie, but we've got other business. Don't we?" she asked her two companions in a pointed away. She wanted them out of that place quickly so as not to arouse more suspicion, and to give Malica the chance to plot her escape. "I hope to see you soon."

She slipped the girl her concealed knife, the flick knife made entirely of non metallic components so it would be hidden from a scanner. "I'll be waiting," she whispered.

 

[D' Orrin]

D' Orrin was present at the time the woman had gone through with her mission. He didn't intervene because it had nothing to do with him. He waslooking for a few parts that he could salvage for some new contraption he was working on. And under the cover of night seemed to be the best time to get good deals from less than forthcoming people that frequented the area. He was garbed in all black as his usual motiff. Keeping to the shadows as a means of stealth while looking around for someone that may have been of any use to him.

That was when he found Zero tracking the young woman after having picked up the murder weapon. Orrin's right optic sensor would give off a blinking electric blue light for a few moments before it'd die out all together. Trailing the two of them now through the shadows as a point of curiosity hit him. What did the man plan to do with the weapon? The contents were empty, or at least he'd figure with what had happened bewteen the woman and her target. Not one to rush into things without some sort of plan, he'd instead keep to the shadows for the time being and would fold his arms up in front of his chest while leaning against an adjacent building to the Cantina. The right optical sensor would start to blink again as he was scanning the structure. Calculating its height and width as well as how many occupants the structure could hold. The reason behind that being, he was curious of how many people he'd have to fight if Zero were in need of some sort of back up. Though he and Zero had not formally met, he did know a bad situation when he saw one. And thus he'd simply keep an ear out.

Glass would break and the patrons would cause an uproar if not a full on riot if a fight broke out. That alone would draw the attention of the doormen, which would have caused an opening for Orrin to slip in with his weapons still present on him. Though for now with the time slipping away and how quiet things seemed, he'd be content to wait andwatch to see how things played out.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

You're no fun, Siobhan thought when Tegs announced they had to leave. Surely she could have stayed behind for just a few moments...to make sure that they weren't being followed!

Siobhan gave Malica a curt, encouraging nod. She had never directly been a slave, except for a short stint as a forced gladiator on some shithole, but she had grown up in wretched conditions and had some understanding about having no control of your life, of subsisting at the sufference of others who liked to think they owned you. She might very well have ended up in slavery on Nar Shaddaa or been killed in that alleyway if Adril had not rescued her. She downed another glass of whiskey at the counter, then leaned closer to Malica when she was sure no one was listening.

"Any one of these 'responsibilities' try and follow you, we can take care of them," she whispered gnomically into her ear, implication obvious. Siobhan was by no means a paragon of virtue, but there would be nothing wrong about beating scum that might pursue the girl. Her natural inclination would be to raise holy hell right here, but she understood that escaping from this place should be a test for Malica. "But I know you can handle it, don't let pathetic scum hold you back," she said quietly, tone unusually soft.

Then she raised her voice, sighing theatrically. "I'm sure it would've been an engaging performance with reach and flexibility, but alas I gotta decline. Business to attend to. I hope our paths cross again."

 

[Delsin Shaw]

OOC How did you guys know that I was Zero. I never stated who i was.

Zero saw Tegaea leave with Siobhan. He didnt was to look suspicous so he stayed behind for a few seconds then got up. He made sure that He didnt leave anything behind. When Zero left, he did not acknologed Malica. Zero walked towards the exit and walked pased the Guards. He saw the metal detecter. Zero would have to some how get past. last time he suck though when some other man was walking by. making the man look like he was the one who had brought weapons in. Zero turend around and went to the restroom. he activated his stealth unit and porceded to the door. Zero would distract the guards near the door so he could get past. He took one of his daggers and threw it at the light just above them. He created an area of Darkness around the metal detecter. Doing so the guards went wack. trying to fix the light before their boss could get there. Zero shook his head and went up the the detecter, turned it off, and walked to the docking bay that Tegaea had metioned.

 

[Malica Drezyan]

Malica remained behind the counter. She pretended to be absorbed in cleaning as the second floor emptied of its patrons. Some stumbled out the front door, others retired to their rooms to sleep through the day and start gambling again at night. An exhausting cycle, Malica thought, as she finished drying the glasses which from which her new friends had drunk. She held onto one before returning it to the shelf. The clock above the bar pointed to the third hour. Two hours to leave this place and be free of Four Roses and Tatooine forever. Malica's heart was beating faster than a pulse bomb.

She searched the thinning crowd for Yalus and didn't find him. Having finished counting his winnings, Yalus was still upstairs. Malica took an eagar lunge toward her room and noticed Yalus walking down the steps with two lingering patrons. She watched Yalus and his friends attempt to make it to the first floor with out falling over themselves and turned toward the shelves of alcohol. She hoped he'd pass by without bothering her.

Yalus' friends congradulated him on his victory. The bouncers, spaced-out, were awoken by the rowdy voices and the appearance of their boss. Yalus' friends urged him to continue drinking with them elsewhere. There was still a few hours left before daylight. “Gentlemen, I have business to attend to.” Yalus slurred, watching the curve of Malica's back as she reached up to arrange a bottle. “I'll drink you bastards under the table tomorrow.” The two men jabbed Yalus with a parting insult and used each other as support to make it outside.

Yalus hopped up behind the bar to seduce his prized dancer. “Join me tonight.” Yalus crooned, pulling Malica closer to him by the belt. His breath was rancid and he was far past drunk. Malica smiled and placed a hand on his broad chest. “Not tonight, flyboy. We had some late drinkers and I haven't even started setting up for tomorrow.” As Yalus went in for a kiss, Malica flitted away to one of the tables and started putting up the chairs. “Unless you want to help me? You've been sitting upstairs on your ass all day, a little real work might be good for you.”

Yalus chuckled and followed Malica to the table, perching good distance away so he could observe her body as she cleaned. “I'm the prince of this palace, remember? Not a janitor.” He spat, his eyes floating as if they were pickled in wine. Malica returned to the bar and poured him a nightcap, a small glass of Corelian brandy, and shoved it at him. He looked into the glass and, astonished, muttered, “My faaaaav'rit.” Touched by Malica's gift, he planted a huge sloppy kiss on her lips, “You're my fav'rit, too...” blurted Yalus and snatched the brandy. Yalus recalled where his room was located, tripped on a chair leg, and stumbled off to bed.

***​

In her room, Malica filled her bags frantically. She threw in clothes, guns, bottles, whatever she could fit on her back. She zipped up her flight suit, strapped a satchel of drug components across her stomach, and grabbed her helmet. As Malica dodged the corner of the graffiti-covered hallway, she was halted by two gloating pink lekku.

“Where are you off to, slut?” Shen'a said, in her native language. “You seem in a rush.” The dancer leaned against the wall like a bouncer.

“Wouldn't you like to know, wormhead.” Malica responded in Twi'lek, staring past Shen'a to the exit. “Why don't you deliver a message to Yalus for me. Tell him that I'm leaving for good." Malica walked up to Shen'a so that their faces were less than an inch apart. She examined at the bruise on the Twi'lek's jaw and smirked. "Make sure to finish him off right tonight; you've been getting some complaints.”

Malica shoved past her enemy and ran down the hallway. She had made it to the end when a door cracked open.“Where are you going, Mali?” asked a young Theelin, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. The Theelin was 18 and had been hired a month ago to dance. “Look at me, Reya." Malica took the girl by the shoulders. "I'm leaving and I'm gonna be fine. Promise me you'll do the same soon.” Malica said and kissed her on the forehead. Reya hugged Malica fiercely. “I will,” she replied. Tears formed in the girl's eyes, but she held them back.

A speederbike was removed from the side of the Four Roses and revved past the building, never to visit it again. Malica pressed the ignition strife against the handlebars and drove to the spaceport, praying to the gods to watch over the young dancer as she fulfilled her promise.