The Golden Nautolan [Nar Shaddaa - Social]

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Ravens, Allies and Neutral Parties welcome. This is a non-combat thread. Start a fight and I will gamemaster the extensive defences taking you out. After the bounty? This is not the thread to do it.

The Golden Nautolan

The second mega-casino in the Ravens ownership, located on Nar Shaddaa on the edge of the Corellian Sector, made all the more popular now that the original Corellia was in such rough shape. It's roots extended all the way down to the Undercity, convenient for the criminal organization that owned it.

It had taken some renovating after it had been acquired to bring it up to security standards of course, but this was to be expected. It was now in-line with the Dragon Palace, and while it looked like a hedonistic escape, and was, a source of credits and merriment, it was also a veritable fortress. The highest tech sensors and scanners available of all sorts were present at all entrances, weapons were taken off people as they entered. Droid and organic security was everywhere, their arsenal both varied and massive. Overkill was the only kind of kill they believed in if it degenerated to that level. Cameras and listening devices likewise. It was also one of the two places in which the most recent President of the Red Ravens held court.

Which was a rather fancy way of saying she did far too much paperwork for her liking, coordinated complicated schemes, moved credits about to turn them into more credits, and listened to people complain about things.

It was terribly glamorous.

In one of the moments between tasks and people, the elegantly dressed Twi'lek moved to the bar to get a drink. Anders stood behind it. She'd taken to just having him and Declan shuttle between planets when she did, even if it meant she had to pay to move Declans girlfriend as well. No fiance, they were engaged now. Right. It was getting harder to keep track off all these small details, but of such things success was made.

"Here you are Miss."

"Thank you."

She said with a smile, taking the glass off the counter top and turning to survey the main bar room. She sipped it, and sighed appreciatively. Gods only knew what was in it, but it was delicious and refreshing. And non-alcoholic. She didn't usually drink on the clock, and she was always on the clock.

Roving eyes picked out a few Ravens, and her lips twitched up again. It was always party time when you were a Raven. Or at least, that's how it used to be. They seemed to be getting more than their fair share of tragedy and conflict recently, but they bore it well.

[member="Krius Syonis"]

 

[Songbird]

Through the Instrument contact network, Judgement had heard about the party the Ravens were throwing, and decided it was a good time to scope them out.
Shedding her usual cloak, she instead donned a black dress, but her mask stayed.

She entered the casino, and scanned the crowd, looking for a place to properly analyze the place.

She eventually decided to simply people-watch from the corner, feeling naked without her cloak and rapiers.


[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

He had never been in their famed Casino before, even if they were the closet things the pirates had to allies. It was time to make up for first impressions, their looting and burning on Drogheda, had caused a rift between them or at-least with someone cause he did indeed receive threats over the open-com. Something about not harming hair, was it literal or a metaphor.

"Yes." it was a shudder, he knew he'd have to disarm and as would his crew, they had never been without their weapons and it felt as if he were naked, but atleast as he handed over his vibro-sword they didn't take any of his cybernetics, for he was a weapon well a kind. And it would've been very awkward if they had, he would've been just a torso and he didn't feel like rolling to place to place. "Alright men, scatter. Go on I'm letting you play among the machines, just don't spend too much."

He lumbered over to the bar, the points on the pronged feet leaving a trail of marks through the carpet, he couldn't stop that and he been damned to wear shoes, not that they made shoes for his type of feet. It was something about bars that called to him, once his favourite place when he could still taste and drink, it was now a mockery and a mockery he was sitting at, he didn't need to sit he didn't get tired, and leather sometimes got stuck in the mechanics, not often but loose fabric did have a fine way of finding its way into the most precarious of places.

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[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="A.D.A.M."] [member="Zane Hara"] [member="Break"] [member="Orn'komad "][member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Dashal Vance]

They called them whales. Ruhau, Cartusion, Bothan - it didn't matter a whale was a whale - and in this town, in this city of glitz, glamour, and CRIME - a casino whale was about the height of luxury one could attain to. The self indulgent credit kings of finance who decided that it was in their best interest to completely waste hard earned treasure on games of rigged chance, and skill they didn't have. The metaphor apparently even reached to that giant blow hole to which they'd attribute the hemorrhaging of their collective accounts. Casinos made quite a nice cut off the whales, but in return had to cater to their every whim, and curious idiosyncrasies; of which there were many. You could poach them, you could bribe them, but if a casino even got a whiff of someone skinning these fat cats of the metaphysical sea of riches, they'd come after you full force. Especially their handlers, the magnificent and luxurious concierge that were there to dote upon these Midas' of industry in order to keep them gaming, and pumping credit after credit into that all important wheel that kept the business, the planet and even the entire fething galaxy spinning on the axis. So with all eyes on their prize clientele, you didn't simply rip off these big wigs - if you were smart - you became one.

Just the hint of a squeak trailed across the marble etched floor brought into the foyer by the exuberant and stylish Hapan that slid sneaker shot feet against the polished stone, between the two descending staircases that led to the gaming room floor. Leather tunic vest pressed and crisp and a high collar neck wrap to adorn the youth that immediately went into a spin on one heel, transitioning in a motion smooth as silk into a version of the running man. Kaiburr crystal clarity speakers boomed from the SPHERE hovering just a few feet from the lively slicer. Dash wasn't a slicer here though - at least not on book. One glance at the holo records dating back to his apparent birth gave the puncture proof ident of a savvy holonet magnet that had transformed some obscure invention into popular media and made a killing in data sales alone. Today's costume of choice; Vyse, a name he favored most of the time when he wasn't running other certain scams. Normally headphones would be more appropriate, but then again a whale gets what a whale wants - and he wanted his theme music.

"Mister Vyse!" The spicy but slightly out of breath Zeltron called after her investment, as she tried to race down the stairs in a skirt that really wasn't meant for the whale on the move. Heels clicking onto the marble flooring before she nearly collided with the slicer. Both hands fell into place collecting the girl in his arms and spinning her about into a tango formation. That cheshire grin on his face told the whole story. The Zeltron hadn't been unprofessional, but she was having a hard time keeping boundaries with such a flirtatious and charming Hapan.

"Told ya earlier hon, we gotta ditch the Mister. Man of my dreams will do, or simply handsome." Dash paused and gave a thoughtful look before tilting his head and stepping to the side, counting off on his fingers the remaining choices. "I will also accept Lord of the domain, Conqueror supreme, or if you wanna go the humble route your Majesty is a classic." A small flourish of a bow was given, as the Zeltron attempted to hide the eyeroll, but the chuckle that escaped her rosy lips was certainly heard. "Now, let's see what kind of damage these accounts can do."

"Of course.....handsome." The Zeltron hesitated taking at least the honest route given his heritage and began to lead the lively youth to a private table of Pazaak that had been set up with a private stash of puff-cakes and jawa juice. "I hope everything is as you like it."

"It would be if you were on my lap darlin'." A smile and a wink later, Dash was flipping through the first hand dealt as his concierge went away to attend to other business, leaving the SPHERE to hover closer.

"Laying it on a little thick aren't you?" DARCI droned in speech patterns that were only loud enough for Dash and the droid that was currently making sure it was playing the table correctly.

"Like Rasberry Jam on Corellian toast babe. Only way I know....ooh puff-cakes. Aww swiggles." Munching at this point commenced.


[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan walked into the casino, usually he housed a very large range of weapons, but now he held none. He sighed, he felt so naked. He wore a simple a simple green shirt, with some green pants. A trench coat wrapped itself around his body, the coat would have been nice when it was first made, but now it contained a large assortment of bullet holes and stains, the coat was even burnt. Around his next Cadan wore a single credit.

"Best go win me some money." Cadan said to himself. "But first a drink!" He made his way over to the bar.

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

The Casino hummed with liveliness, shmucks on the machines, prominent gamblers at the tables, it all felt right here. Kerkov clothed in his dress whites strolled the open floor of the casino. Quietly he said to himself, "Those Ravens sure know how to fix-up a joint." Passing thru the drunks, and the criminals he made his way to the bar. As Kerkov sat down on the stool he set his eyes upon the wonderment that was Pazaak. He reminisced on the good times he had at those tables when he was but a young naive officer with too many credits in his hand. But the past was in the past, and he had to make sure he remembered that. Will was chaste man lest he forget.

The bartender behind him asked, "What would you like to drink sir?"
Kerkov spinned himself around to reply, "Thank you, I will have a glass of water, I'm on business tonight."
The bartender took a glass from in the bar and poured a bottle of water into the cup, "Here you are sir."
And with the dignity of what was expected of him he slowly drank the water

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Keira Priest]

For one who didn't consider herself any kind of socialite, Keira had a way of finding herself at a number of parties over the years. Of course, all of them were hosted by the Ravens, members of the syndicate attending in varying amounts. Once again she was no exception, though she descended from the upstairs of the casino rather than entering through the doors as the others did. And in contrast to the sophisticated, elegant outfit [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] was wearing, she was dressed rather casually, her lightsaber unignited and at her hip as it always was. Nothing was out of place about her appearance, nothing to signify the blow that had been dealt her and the other Ravens in the past few weeks. And that was the way she would keep it.

For her part she was over the ordeal, as at peace with it as she would ever be. Those that owed a blood debt would have it repaid in full when the time came, but now wasn't the time to focus on those vendettas. For better or worse this was a time to relax, and she would do her best to accept those parameters while attempting to loosen up herself. It certainly wasn't easy, and it likely wouldn't be ever again, but she would at least look the part, if not live it for just a little while. Particular events had made her ability to genuinely let her guard down improbable, not to mention nearly impossible at this point. Being among friends and allies made that facet easier, and helped to take some of the weight off of her shoulders.

Crossing the main floor to the bar, she sat down on a stool next to one very infamous tiger-striped Twi'lek, offering a small smile that didn't quite reach her amber tinted eyes. They were all beyond trying to fraud their way through formality when none of them were feeling up to the task. It wouldn't do any good for all of them to pretend to be at ease when none of them were feeling even remotely up to the task. And she knew that, no matter what face that was necessary to put on to appease the people, Chiasa felt much of the same. The two of them weren't exceptionally close by any means, but they each had the others trust, and sometimes that was more than enough.

Not ordering a drink herself, she turned her head slightly to regard Chiasa. "It's been quite the rollercoaster, huh?"

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

It was something that his eye's were always drawn to, the belt. The light sabre it was the weapons of his killers, or aptly his attempted killers tho the event had killed something in him, both metaphorically and literally. He could just reach out and crush her, like a nut just break the shell and take his prize, he was staring hard at [member="Keira Ticon"], now. Once turned or gained sufficient notice, he'd notice too he had been window shopping well Jedi shopping and he had been staring at the women as if it could kill alone. It was with a smile he'd defuse the scene, he couldn't stop his inner scene feeling like someone shot him in the pride, but he could mend this before actions and words were said, so he smiled or thought he did in reality he didn't have lips or even a mouth really so it was a mad twitch of the eye lid.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Krius stood in the doorway of the casino after giving only his name and that he was assured he would be expected. That was enough. Dressed in his rag-tag armor with his brown shawl draped over his right shoulder covering the lightsaber at his side - something he didn't want to have on show for obvious reasons - he looked over the establishment which impressed him but repulsed him at the same time.

For a start, there was a strong wave of Force signatures in the casino which was nice to know he was around like-minded others with the gift to chance the galaxy. He doubted the Jedi or Sith would be present, so already a room of potential assets who wanted nothing more than to follow the ones who lead.

However there was plenty more people around who were dead to the Force - mindless parasites with their weaponry, their tough talk and their pathetic...he bit his tongue, to stem to bile rising in his throat. Surrounded by a race he wanted to eradicate, and could do so with a wonderful manipulation of the Force at his fingertips.

But this was business, not pleasure.

Krius grabbed a waitress as she walked by - a non Force user so he made it quick. "Chiasa Kritivaas."

Ignoring the smirk the Rodian gave him, probably out of some perverse thrill she had found a punter, she indicated to the bar. Krius let go of her and walked past, through the excitable crowd, with purpose and one purpose only. To get to Chiasa. Everything else - the drinking, the gambling, the dancing, the entertaining - nothing but a smokescreen to lure people in, have them drop credits, secrets and pants in the return for something they get a few hours pleasure for. Quite the businesswoman, this Chiasa.

And she was there with others, but standing out with her unique skin tone and even more with the dress clinging to her. Krius moved to within a few feet of her, not getting in her way, but so she could see him with a small smile and nod of the head.

"Chiasa."

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="William Kerkov"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Dashal Vance"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Judgement"]

 

[Jen]

The occasional angry driver wasn’t an uncommon occurrence on some of the slower and busier roads that was magically painted in the air of most of the larger cities spread throughout the galaxy. Obviously Nar’Shadda was one of them and whenever the roads were jammed it was probably fun to listen to the banter as long as you weren’t the target of the taunting. Luckily however, pilot and butler droids had been invented, noise-absorbing walls too which made it a lot easier to make it through those dreadful jams.

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Jennifer had been caught in one of those this night and now suddenly understood why people had requested luxury shuttles as a product for the small time mechanic shop she ran. Or used to. It was in times like these, were you had forgotten your spice, were low on whiskey and had a lot of downtime to think, that your life choices suddenly started to hail down upon you. All of this was like a dream that slowly matured into a nightmare. She seriously needed to get some medical treatment soon, that spice had slowly crept its cold sweat inducing scaly grip around her neck, and she knew that. She missed the shop too, the mechanical maiden. Yea… She should probably try to get some work through there soon enough… Or… No it would have to wait.

And so time went on in the luxury shuttle of hers, the pilot droid slowly edging closer and closer to The Golden Nautolan.

“We’re landing now, Ma’am. Shall I bring your bag to the room you used last time?” The butler droid that together with the pilot droid was the maintainers of the shuttle asked as it had exited the cockpit and entered the small lounge that Jennifer sat in, that being the only two rooms of the shuttle. Its mannered way of folding its hands upon its back irritated Jennifer immensely for some reason judging from the way she pushed it aside as she stood after having swallowed the last bit of the oddly colored drink that she had been sipping at for the whole ride.

“Yea do that, Rust Bucket. Just… You know. Don’t make a big farce when checking in. I’m only here because I don’t want to sleep in my ship. And the food. Understood?” She got no answer from the droid as it merely nodded, her otherwise usual melodious voice hoarse as if she had been yelling a bit too much as of recently. So with the shuttle docked she adjusted her round sunglasses and entered the casino with her new hat placed upon her head.

At this point Jennifer had almost lived for a longer time in casino’s than in real, proper apartments. Not everyone could claim such a fancy title. She had to say though: there would always be something homely about the Dragon Palace, still, this place had a lot of charm as well. Jennifer however wasn’t really in a mood to recognize that and with her status as a Raven she quickly got into the casino itself, the sound of music and people surrounding her as she with long steps navigated through the floors, greeting a raven here and there who stood too close for her to ignore.

Accidently however, probably not out of old habit, she had taken the route to the bar. From the corner of her amber eyes and through the round glasses of hers she even spotted a few familiar faces, her pace unnoticeable increased somewhat suddenly as she spotted one of them, resulting in Jennifer walking straight into a visitor, making her fall backwards and onto the floor with a loud thump.

“What the kark! Look where you are going!"​

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[member="Keira Ticon"] :: [member="William Kerkov"] :: [member="Cadan Tazi"] :: [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] :: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]​

 

[Songbird]

Judgement felt someone bump into her, and turned to look at the perpetrator, her mask hiding a frown.
"If I recall, it was you who bumped into me." She stated, smoothing her black dress.
"But, allow me to make it up to you; how about I buy you a drink?"
As much as it disgusted her, Judgement knew she had to play nice at this social; the chances of gaining connections were simply too great to mess it up.


@Jen @Krius Syonis [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="William Kerkov"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Dashal Vance"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Jen]

Slowly Jennifer fought herself onto her feet once again, straightening her leather jacket with a simple pull as she from behind the round sunglasses of hers glanced over Judgement. A look of disdain could be seen upon Jennifer’s features, it was obvious she had been in a hurry and was not in the best of moods.

If Judgement had been able to see past the sunglasses that sat neatly upon Jennifer’s nose after having been adjusted once standing, she would have seen her amber eyes quickly glance towards a specific point at the bar multiple times during their still short conversation. She seemed to have other thoughts on her mind.

She quickly grabbed her hat without offering a thank you to the man that had held it out for her, Jennifer slowly put it back upon the top of her head, her sneer turning somewhat soft as Judgement offered her a drink. An offer she very rarely turned down. She saw it as a nice gesture, a great conversation starter, yet she still had other things on her mind. Her eyes, hidden behind the sunglasses of hers once more flew towards Chiasa and Keira who sat a bit down the bar.

“You know what. Sure.” Jennifer suddenly said with the melodious yet currently hoarse voice of hers, quickly jumping into a seat so that Judgement blocked the line of sight of Chiasa and Keira, figuring that perhaps. Just perhaps, the two had not seen the little scene she had caused and maybe if she waited it out they would leave, making her able to continue on her way onto her room.... “Anders, a cognac please. One for…” She glanced towards Judgement: “This one as well.”

[member="Judgement"] :: [member="Keira Ticon"] :: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]​

 

[Songbird]

She took the drink in her hand, but did not actually drink it. One of the drawbacks of her mask was her inability to drink or eat anything but specially-designed tubes of nutrient paste. She took the drink more out of desire to blend in than anything else, and handed credits to the bartender.
"If I may ask, what had you in such a hurry?" She asked, wishing to keep the atmosphere as comfortable as possible.

[member="Jen"]

 

[Genu Kudd]

Genu wandered into the casino and whistled slightly, it was more opulent than a Hutt bathhouse and almost as grand. There were people everywhere. Many were just there for the casino but he could see several Ravens in the mix as well. He smiled a bit at that, it had been a while since he had run with a crew and it was nice to know that people had his back these days. Not that they wouldn't stab him in the back should he do something that warranted it. He didn't really know any of the Ravens that were in eyesight and t should be a good moment for him to mingle, but he never felt truly comfortable in large groups of beings. It was going to take some getting used to by him. The last couple of years fighting had taught him to become self sufficient. He needed nothing, and wanted less.

He wondered if [member="Lurcano Car'dann"] was around, he owed the man a drink for the lesson he had learned in the arena a few weeks ago. The fight had been over almost as soon as it had begun, Genu had only held on because he had managed to surprise the more experienced man with his own move, a trick he knew would only work once.

He spotted [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] talking to a cute [member="Keira Ticon"] and knew instantly that it was a mistake to mention that out loud. He wandered over to one of the smaller bars out of the way and sat on one of the bar stools around it. He would people watch for most of the night. He had learned almost as much about people when watching them as he had talking to them, besides he wasn't the best conversation in the room for sure

 

[Leilani Paaie]

A social evening was what Leilani needed she had spent the last few weeks moving from the outer rim to the core and then out again. It was time to make contacts within the organization a few well placed friends could not hurt. She walked into the Nautolan with credits to gamble and drink with.

She had chosen for this evening something snug yet easy to move in and when she walked in gazes came her way she smiled nodding as she walked. She was on her own this evening something she hoped in time to remedy she was feeling the need for a companion. Perhaps the dress would lure someone over. Her hair hung loose about her shoulders, framing her face and accenting the dress.

Leilana headed for the bar she would like a drink and to see who was about.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

A masked girl([member="Judgement"]), looking distinctly uncomfortable in one of the many corners. That was fine. She'd either continue to skulk or get brave and come out to play. [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and his crew won a smile from the Twi'lek. Likely his lot would cause some mischief and upset the civilians, but that was fine. Their services were more than worth it. They'd proven themselves reliable. She made a mental note to have their drinks comped. [memeber="Cadan Tazi"] was known to her as one of the original core Jackals. He was looking rather worse for the wear as well. She swore she paid these people. Perhaps the jacket had sentimental meaning or something. A gentleman in a smart white uniform ([member="William Kerkov"]) stepped up to the bar as well. That was interesting, she wondered vaguely what organization he was attached to.

The Twi'lek offered [member="Keira Ticon"] a small smile as she seated herself. A small, but honest laugh escaped her at the other womans words, they won a full smile and amused eyes, even if there was a bone weariness hidden underneath.

"A rollercoaster is one way of putting it yes. Ups and downs and now we've been launched out of a cannon and no one knows if we're flying or just waiting to start the fall. Apparently they've forgotten our wings."

Falling or flying? They would fly. She would see to it. With strong support like Keira it would happen. Funny how rarely the two actually worked directly together. Still, Keira was one of the few left that the Twi'lek trusted. She wasn't even entirely certain if she could explain why, it wasn't simply length of time it was.. It was the sense that the other woman saw the Ravens as her family too. She had no empirical evidence to support this, but knew it was true all the same.

Flannigan was giving Keira a rather long look, but then again he'd implied his current cyborg state had largely been thanks to force users so that might account for that. Funny that she didn't upset him the same way. As much as she might put it down to her not being your typical force user of either alignment, neither was Keira.

It was noted by security the moment [member="Krius Syonis"] entered with his concealed lightsaber, but as he met the description left by the Twi'lek, a hostess rather than a security team met him, and his name was enough to allow him entrance without disarmament. Chiasa, attention on Keira did not notice him until he was close, until he said her name. When he did however, yellow eyes moved over onto him and a rather satisfied expression flashed across her face.

"Krius, you made it. Good."

And it was, she'd not known if he would actually show up eventually or not. He seemed like he would be a useful ally, and she'd wanted him. While the encounter had ended well, that didn't necessarily mean she was going to get what she wanted.

"Krius, Keira. Keira, Krius."

She added, introducing the two.

[member="Jen"] made something of a scene upon her entrance, which brought a faint frown to the Twi'leks face. She had uncovered.. inconsistencies in paperwork there, and the girls recent behaviour was worrying. She was honestly baffled about how to address it however, but knew she was going to have to. Chiasa had never experienced a real, traditional family. Caring and nurturing were hard for her. She was there for the people who were important her but.. Not in the traditional sense.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Krius was out of his depth here, amongst a whole circus of others – some on his wavelength, most not, so he hung back, smiling at Chiasa’s warm welcome. And another, Keira, was introduced, and he was glad she radiated a Force aura. So far, so good.

"I told you I would. My word is one of most honest things you’ll get from me Chiasa."

Taking a moment to glance around, the place was full of character, and Krius didn’t know what to expect next but never once felt like he couldn’t hold his own. He still was yet to see how these ravens flew higher above the other primal beings the ground. There were people watching them, that much he knew, but let them. Let them see what real power and confidence looked like.

He turned and looked over Keira – immediately he sensed a wild one, an untamed ball of energy waiting to be released. Perfect. He held out his hand, as he always did.

"A pleasure to meet another intellectual amongst idiots, Keira."


[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Jen"] | [member="Judgement"] | [member="Genu Kudd"] | [member="Leilani Paaie"]

 

[Keira Priest]

It only took a split-second for Keira to notice two pairs of eyes on her, one of them lingering decidedly longer than the other's mere quick glance. But these were two people that had picked her out of a crowd of thousands, so it warranted a minor check-in. Not bothering to conceal her intentions she quickly located those individuals through the crowd, making brief eye contact with both [member="Genu Kudd"] and [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] before turning back to the conversation that had already been instigated. If they needed or desired anything more, they would approach of their own accord. For the moment she was content with letting them know that nothing quite so obvious escaped her notice. They'd have to do better than that.

A half-smile that was, for once, genuine, found her lips. "Oh, we'll fly. And once we find ourselves again, we'll give them all hell. You don't have to worry about that." She would do all in her power to back that up, beginning with the one betrayal that still stood out in her mind, as well as those other Ravens about. And it was only she that knew exactly where the Chiss had managed to hole himself up, a fact she would make known to the other high-ranking members of the syndicate when the time was right. It wouldn't do good to ruin the mostly easygoing mood of the night now, however, so she would keep it to herself for just a bit longer. Rest assured, once the others knew, they would make certain that Cryax knew full well what it meant to turn his backs on all of them.

Something about the man that approached and was immediately thereafter introduced caught her attention straightaway, and it wasn't just his Force sensitivity, or the lightsaber he carried as well, although both did register on some level. There was a volatility to him that was carefully restrained, a prodding at her subconscious, Be careful with this one. Of course, the times when she was given advice and the moments she chose to acknowledge it were, admittedly, not of as high a rate as they should have been. And this wasn't any exception. Shaking the proffered hand, she cracked a smile at his introduction. "You'll find that the latter are more common when it comes to the criminal underworld. Thankfully the Ravens manage to find the intellectuals." She needed to tread carefully with him, rationale that she may or may not obey.

Stretching across the ether, she touched solely on Chiasa's mind, speaking only to her through that link, "There's something we should talk about later. It's about Cryax."

[member="Krius Syonis"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

The Twi'lek nodded at Keiras reassurance. It was so. They would let it be nothing less. Through force of will and believe the galaxy was shifted, unmade and remade. Will was one thing Chiasa had in spades.

'My word is one of the most honest things you'll get from me'

Interesting choice of words from [member="Krius Syonis"]. For one who'd started as a liar and graduated to diplomat before moving to where she was now, the Twi'lek noted and wrapped her attention around that little piece of wordplay immediately. Firstly it said that his word was not always honest, but that it was still in ones best interest to get him to verbally agree or confirm things. Secondly it said he had other, much less honest things to give.

Like what? It was rooted in the Force she suspected. She remembered the brush of him against her mind. There then. There he would spin stories, half-truths and untruths and fantasy. Good to remember this. Lucky that knowing her own mind was one of her strengths.

Interesting also that he immediately decided [member="Keira Ticon"] was an intellectual as well. She was smart of course, but there was no reason for him to assume this. She'd barely had a chance to speal yet. Nor was she dressed like your average intellectual. Take into account then, his focus on the Jedi and the Sith and the answer was likely the Force again. A picture was being painted, slowly the details were being filled in.

Best to keep him far away from Corruck. Or learn to shield anothers mind. Was that possible? Why not. She made a note to do so. With the number of non force sensitives, and the fact that getting them all Ysalamiri and having them present at all time was just.. inconvenient, she needed to have some way to make sure the damned Sith couldn't set her own people on her.

This was perhaps one way in which her disadvantage was an advantage. She had no teacher, no Master to help her, but she also had no one to tell her what could not be done.

Speaking of mental matters.. A touch she identified as Keiras was allowed past her walls. Telepathy was also on the list of things she'd not bothered with, but since the other had established the link already it was easy enough to send acknowledgement back down the line.

"Most fools wouldn't last long with us. We do tend towards the.. ambitious end of the spectrum."

She added, with an amused sparkle in her eyes. Dare everything. Take the galaxy and go back for seconds. There were some who tried her patience of course, but even they had their own skills or they would not be kept.

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

William stepped out from the bar brushing off his suit just for the sake of cleanliness. He scanned the room for assets to him, he did not come here for the drinks. His eyes set on the metal mess that was [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] an old salty sea dog such as himself. Slowly he walked towards the cybertronic captain. As he passed the other patrons of the bar the most notable to him the twi'lek ( [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] ) reminding him of his beloved wife Jia. He stopped and said, "Good Day" Then continued his mission.

His step quit once he reached his destination, behind the more droid than man. William could tell that this case of his was different than others, maybe a hunting accident or most likely a injury of battle. None the less Kerkov was on the clock, "Might I buy you a drink? I can tell when another captain is around."

William sat at the stool next to him, "And I have an offer that might interest you."