Private The Happy Mandalorian Casino-The House always wins

[Pravus Cruento]

Episode 1-https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/the-happy-mandalorian-casino-odd-job.143004/


Episode 2

Aela Wren Karasu

The Happy Mandalorian Casino, New Lessu, Scarif


Things had settled down somewhat. Two weeks had come and gone and Pravus' affairs were in order...just about. The repairs to the damaged parts of the Club were finished and the extra security that had been promised was on its way. Nothing quite like a minor assault on your home and livelihood to force a little change to your housekeeping. He hadn't yet told his father; he'd have only blustered and moaned about his heir being put into jeopardy.

A "good Core-worlder" like Prav shouldn't be dealing in violence and death, he could hear him say. Not much death. A little more violence.
The planetary authorities were a little less forgiving. He had been fined for 'inciting violence' and 'causing affray'. A 'breach of the peace' they had called it. He reminded them that it was he who had been attacked and not the other way. He had paid the fine and was lucky enough to keep his licence. He had hoped the Planetary Administration hadn't heard about it either. He didn't think the Viceroy was worth irritating.

She was hot though.

Shaking his head, he focused on what lay ahead of him. An event manifest. Various different foods and drinks and entertainments booked across the casino for the 'Grand re-opening'. They had, of course, shut the venue down when they had thought it best to.... remove... the remains of what had occurred a fortnight prior. Dignitaries and all manner of client were invited. He had even invited the red-headed honey Hester Shedo, the Viceroy herself.

Didn't even bother to politely decline/

Feelings hurt, he sat staring at the never-ending list of expense after expense, hoping that business would return as fruitful as before, if not more so; a fight added notoriety in quiet planets such as Scarif. He hoped Aela Wren would return as quickly as possible with the case of Trandoshan whisky he'd bartered from Tatooine; it wasn't particularly legal so he hoped she'd pull off one her 'I'm a magic miracle worker' routines that she often managed to pull off. He was glad she had somewhat 'stuck around' after the escapades off two weeks prior. She was good company...

The opening night was to be followed by a grand sabacc tournament, open to any. There was a grand prize, amount to be confirmed, and free membership to the club; there was a waiting list! With the preparations almost complete, he just needed to make sure everything was ready and in place.

26 hours to go before the tournament he thought to himself. He was hungry though and hoped to eat well tonight at the grand re-opening.

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Aela Wren was late. He had heard no word from her and he was mildly cross. He sat, scowling at the various denizens of the club that evening. People were busy signing up to the tournament and with the increased presence, he hoped Aela would have helped him make sure nobody tried to blow them up. He watched with intent, the night beginning to unfold. The first games would begin later and he would make sure as much credit entered the club accounts as possible.

 

[Karasu]

The quiet hum of the engines right out of orbit to Maridun, the recently repaired vessel he was piloting; Sprint Class Medical Ship he had up until two years ago commandeered from Planet Gutretee, or he actually repaired the ship enough to at least be crippling to make it into orbit and officially stolen it to make his escape from slavery. The Sprint ship certainly need far more repairs but was in far better shape it had been in over nine centuries. The medical droid even was no long out of commission and quietly rotated around in it’s servo turret by the medical table taking stock what medical supplies that were available.

Krake remained up front in the cockpit, taking in what reports the ships diagnostic scan had recently displayed, but there had been nothing to alarming that would prohibit this ship from making a jump to light speed. His dull orange eyes paced back and forth over the report and he nodded quietly to himself. “Eight months on that Lurmen rock, and finally I’ve made it back into space. About time.” The Zabrak thought to himself, his gaze quickly moved from the display screen on the front terminal out the window of the cockpit unto the darkness of space.

Reaching a hand over a few switches to prime the hyper drive engines, he entered some coordinates to where he had been planning to head for nearly 3 months. While swindling the two C.I.S. outpost officers, they had often boated about a man on the planet Scarif that intrigued Krake on a few occasions to what short of operation he had been running, and if ever one of employ under his services the payout would be rather lucrative. It had been over many games and dealings in Sabacc that Krake learned more of Pravus and his casino’s he was running in New Lessu, called ‘The Happy Mandalorian Casino’, though the name didn’t do much for Krake, but that didn’t matter. Though Krake was young, he figured this was a good buy in to get some funds to start a new life.

Taking in a large breath of filtered oxygen, Krake committed to his plan, though it had some rough patches in actually working. He did rip off some transmission codes, also some manifest documents that would either get him shot out of the sky or at least bought to orbit for questioning, but that would be all he would need to have a conversation to he hoped would be Pravus himself. The two Outpost C.I.S. Soldiers seemed pretty adamant about those codes working in getting docking permission on Scaif.

The humanoid gray horned pilot turned himself around, glancing back at the Medical Droid 2-1B who was still making inventory of what remained in stock, it stopped noticing Krake staring at it, tilting it’s dull metal head at the Zabrak in question, but Krake turned back around towards his controls. “Here’s trying.” he said quietly, and punched in the coordinates for Scaif. There were two flashing red alarts on the comms, but Krake flashed them off, as the Medical Sprint Class ship bolted into warp speed.

It would take nearly three days to make it all the way to Scarif, but Krake didn’t mind. He needed the rest and to prepare everything necessary to win over his new employ.

 

[Aela Wren]

Deliveries. Did she look like a pack-mule? She did, however, feel that she owed the blue-eyed boy-next-door. She was part of the reason his place got shot up in the first place. Part of being the key words. But here she was, en route from Tatooine, because he asked. Aela let out a huff as she and Bonnie approached the Shield Gate with another belly full of illicit cargo. Deja Vu. At least whiskey could be better disguised than weapons.

She was late. Botch at the Mos Espa cantina just wouldn't shut up when she showed up there after months to pick up the cargo he sold to Pravus. You would almost think the old man was glad to see her. So it was a back and forth of catching up. And he still had the screeching Twi'lek on stage, who had some choice Huttese insults that he threw Aela's way from the last time she threw him with a tankard. If Botch hadn't intervened, Aela would have shoved one up the Twi'lek's arse this time. But she finally got away. She imagined Mr. Prim and Proper was having kittens by the litter about now. Shame.

She got through the Gate without a hassle this time and made her way back to the damnable Club's delivery pad. As she exited the hold, she was glad to see the new cargo droids were still oiled. She would have some choice words with Pravus if he didn't keep them oiled. Next time she would leave his attractive ass in the line of fire and save herself.

Okay, not really, but he doesn't need to know that.

She left the droids to offload the disguised cargo and made her way over to the entrance of the club. As she entered, she caught sight of his scowling face and could not help but give a triumphant grin. She walked over to the bar where he was standing and ordered a drink.
"Your stuff is entering the basement." she said before looking at him. "Aww, was the wee bab worried that I was going to get caught and then he won't have some good alcohol to give his customers?" she teased with a smirk.

Pravus Cruento Karasu

 

[Karasu]

“Now entering the Abrion Sector.” Chimed a voice from the Sprint Class medical ship’s computer. Krake had just finished showering near the aft rear side of the ship. It wasn’t water he had supplied for cleansing purposes, more of a silicone blend that felt like water, collecting all the dirt and grim, but it would do. He wouldn’t mind a good soak someplace to finally relax his body and mind, maybe after a few good payouts he would do just that on this planet Scarif.

Wiping himself off, he moved back to his clothes, as clean as he could get his attire, and he did however reach for his dark brown duster jacket. The Zabrak would need to conceal his weapons, still it could prove problematic if he carried, which he knew. Hopefully if detained and stripped from him, he would get them back if everything went according to plan, IF. Buckling his boots, Krake walked over towards the cockpit, and watched as the stream of lights bleed down into little white dots. In front of the ship was a large blue planet, obviously tropical and plenty of oceans.

Almost immediately he was being hailed for identification codes, manifest orders, and any answers to why the personal on this ship had arrived there at Scarif.

Krake winced, having a bad feeling about the situation, but pressed a few keys to follow the requests he was being asked for, sending over the C.I.S. codes and upcoming manifest orders. Krake didn’t even know what was on the manifest, but even if he got passage here, would even be given permission to approach the casino? Krake looked up out the cockpits window, noticing several large ships approaching. conscience? The gray skinned humanoid took a final breath before, reaching for his two short bladed vibrobaldes, and to his side for a Dl-44 heavy blaster pistol.

Turning around he caught the 2-1B medical Droid peering outside the window behind Krake. “Alright, I doubt we’ll meet again, but if we do……fix me up.” He demanded.


Pravus Cruento Aela Wren

 

[Pravus Cruento]

Pravus was happy Aela had returned. He felt a little safer knowing her blaster and her ship and her savvy were planted firmly on the ground.
She was teasing him again. Was it because she had tried to kiss him? Was it because of the way she looked at him?

He’d invented that. There had been no kiss. But perhaps...

He laughed it off. ‘I’m just glad you weren’t tracked by any of your associates, this time!’
He sipped his one drink of the evening: he had to keep a calm and un-clouded head. Trouble could erupt like THAT.

‘Did you find what I’d left in your pocket?’ he chuckled.

He was watching the comings and goings of the guests like a carrion bird, checking to see if anything would take the bait at the tables. Some people had far too much money and gambling it away at this quarter of the city’s best spot was a sure-fire way of avoiding some of the invasive taxes that the Viceroy has laid upon the citizens. A new PDF was being built and it needed funding!

Aela Wren Karasu

 

[Aela Wren]

He just had to go and rub history in her face again.
"If you picked your business deals better, that wouldn't have happened, Butter-brain." she quipped right back before taking a sip of her drink.

He got that impish grin on his face before he asked her if she found what he had put in her pocket before she had left for Tatooine. She flashed a sinister smile before slapping the spark plug down in front of him while getting in his face.
"Next time you drop this in my pocket, I will shove this somewhere you don't want a spark." she said sweetly before returning to her spicebrew. That coy smirk was going to get wiped from his face real quick. Not really, but a girl need standards.
"Are you sure you have enough droids this time? And that they are oiled?" she asked, looking at the room as it was starting to fill up. It all just looked like a tibanna bomb ready to explode.

Pravus Cruento Karasu

 

[Karasu]

The comms, several notifications for immediate calls alerted Krake there were several ships in the same sector that wished to speak directly responsible to whom was the pilot of the Sprint Class medical ship. The Zabrak took his eyes away from the 2-1B medical droid and locked on the main display for the comms.

Kriff !” Krake whispered himself as he took sever steps towards the communication terminal in the cockpit, which he pressed down hesitantly on the flashing yellow button. There was a brief moment of static but quickly cleared now that the personal on the other end has been notified the Sprint Class ship was listening.

“We require you to land your dock your ship at the gate’s detention center at 20.124 coordinates for processing and prepare to be boarded.” Came a solid gruff sounding official from the comm speaker within the ship. After far to long of an empty span of silence on Krake’s part, the same voice followed again, but for more irritated and more authoritative assertiveness. “Failure to comply in three seconds, you will be fired upon without mercy!”.

Narrowing his dull orange eyes at the two large ships that remained motionless and pointing at his small ship, he hesitated to move his hands to the controls, but thought better about it, which he slowly directed his destination to ‘said’ coordinates. The two large ships slowly turned their massive hulls allowing their threatening cannons to keep a warningly display of business towards the tiny ship.

Taking another short breath of air, Krake waited a moment to feel for anything in the force, as it would possibly tell him the right answer towards what he was truly getting into, but nothing came to him, as usual.

The Sprint Class ship rotated slowly as the underside thrusters illuminated brightly to allow vertical decent towards the gate’s detention center for docking. The procedure last only mere moments as the airlock finalized its pressurizing and the ship had finished docking with the detention center.

Krake stood silently at the docking door, his hands resting tightly on both hints of his vibroblades behind his back, underneath his duster jacket. Squeezing them tightly for a moment, he carefully released them and let his hands fall to his sides. There was a few seconds that haunted the door as Krake slapped the panel to open the door. It did just that.

The escort down onto the planet’s surface had been a little over the top, but the cities were rather big, and ‘The Happy Mandalorian Casino’ was certainly more grand than Krake had expected. The small cruiser that lead Krake’s Sprint Class Medical ship, had been obviously been piloted by droids, per the Zabrak’s request. Planet Scarif was something else, and nothing Krake had ever laid eyes on before, but again he had only been on several planets in his young-adult life.

Sitting in the cockpit chair, calmly following the escort, he felt a little comfortable with himself as to how the plan to meet with Pravus Cruento had gone so for. He didn’t ever plan to use the force, and rarely ever wanted to, (due to the much lack of training) but it certain;y got him out of the serious situation he had been in only an hour ago at the gate’s detention center. Yes, he was detained, yes his weapons were stripped from him, and lead down a long corridor for questioning. Krake was lucky enough to be simply alone with one man, and a security droid. It became a game of ‘set me free’ and ‘lead the way’. The force did have some perks, and this one, of course with anyone with a simple enough mind could be certainly taken advantage of. The power of suggestion while using the force was typically the only force ability Krake had used in the past two years, and it had saved his life on several occasions.

The escort lead Krake to a ship hanger one block away from ‘The Happy Mandalorian Casino’ as instructed, where he landed and exited the ship. Placing a couple more personal belongings in a shoulder bag, he considered his return to the old nearly decrepit space ship, and thought mostly he would probably never lay eyes on it again.

Krake made his way down the road towards the Casino, and had easy enough entered inside the main entrance.


Lights, sounds and crowds of people were all around, it was astonishing but this would not heed from Krake’s attention. He had made it this far, with Luck? No, Krake did not believe in such a notion as luck, however he did get the obvious assumption the people in this casino did. Walking further into the establishment, he tried to not get to close to anyone, suspecting idle hands to reach for possible treasures that anyone would carry in a place which was based off currency and wager.

However, Krake did not expect what he saw on the ground floor, because the Casino so far looked more like a club rather, but he did had three more floors to explore to find whole was looking for, and consider the fourth floor to be where he needed to go. Passing through the jumble of people, Krake made it to the lift at the end of the Casino. There was a man operating the lift which Krake eyed cautiously.

“Floor?” The man asked.

Krake hesitates but before he made any irrational decisions he simply answered.” Fourth, I’m here to speak with Pravus, it’s a business matter.”

The Zabrak hoped there would be some communication between this man directly to Pravus, or perhaps security and so on.

Krake crosses his arms and waited.


Pravus Cruento Aela Wren

 

[Pravus Cruento]

"They're oiled up and ready". He gestured, in an awkward attempt at being 'fun' with Aela. It didn't work. It was akin to the throws of Hyper-sickness or an electro-shock. He settled again, taking a small sip of the drink at his side. The spark plug was a recurring joke. He'd leave it places like a feline might bring his owner something freshly killed as a sign of wanting affection.

Not that he wanted affection, he added quickly to his own narration. I guess he just knew it would make her laugh.

He liked it when she laughed.

The repair work on the casino was all but complete and it looked good. Fortunately, the interior had sustained very little damage, other than some cursory smoke discoloring. The music was loud, the drink was flowing and the smell of spice fish filled his nostrils. Things looked up.

A figure caught his attention. He shifted only a little. Aela had been teaching him to "not stick out like a Wookie at a Jawa-only festival". That had been Aela's exact wording. She was ever the wordsmith and the sentiment was quieltly reinforced with her skill with a blaster.

He had seen that first hand, up close and personal.

"A Zabrak" he muttered to himself, hoping Aela would have noticed. Of course she would have noticed him. She was Aela.

Aela Wren Karasu

 

[Aela Wren]

Aela snorted at his reply to her question on the droids. Knowing him, there was probably a hidden meaning to those words. But she was glad they were better oiled this time. She'd hate to put another bullet in someone's head to save his scrawny ass while the droids were al slow and rusty. Although, if that moment were to repeat itself, she'd do it again. Oddly enough, he was almost fun to be around. She had to suppress numerous smirks in the past fortnight with all his quips and grumblings as the casino was repaired. Not to mention the spark plug. She put on a face, but she secretly enjoyed the little game.

She took another sip of spicebrew to hide the twitch around the corners of her mouth.

She was just about to throw another quip at him when she caught sight of the horned bulk approaching them. She slowly rested her one hand on a blaster while still holding her drink with the other. This looked like trouble. Maybe another execution was in the cards for her. At least Pravus seemed to take her continuous verbal battering to heart and looked less conspicuous each day. Maybe she won't have to put a bullet in someone after all. But she kept an eye on the Zabrak nonetheless.

Pravus Cruento Karasu

 

[Karasu]

The music was loud, but it didn’t bother Krake none, while he still continued to stare at the lift operator, waiting for him to radio to whomever he would notify that someone wished to share an audience with Pravus. The Zabrak was taken aback when instead of the lift operator reaching for any com-device, instead he reached out and pointed past Krake through the crowds of people in the Casino, towards a man who was accompanied by a 5’3” brown haired human. Krake hadn’t expected Pravus to appear as he did, but what did he need to expect a casino to look like anyway?

Pravus was roughly around 5’10 with stunning blonde hair and blue eyes. He carried himself though, as if he had authority, even if perhaps he didn’t mean to, but Krake knew this to be the man he had been looking for. Turning his body towards where his head had been faced, he decided to make his way towards the pair standing forty paces across the dance floor. Krake had found it concerning that already the two that he was approaching had eyes on him before he had noticed them. Keeping his hands in clear sight, not to show any potential threat while walking continuous towards the two. The Zabrak appeared to glide through the crowds of people that shifted back and forth with the music, alcoholic beverages in hand, not bumping into a single soul, and making himself appear though he was never there.

Krake was within arms reach of the pair that had been watching him approach, and though he figured it was polite to halt for any questions they may have had, Krake spoke first.

“My name is Krake, I have traveled here to enquire for an opening you have for a job.” Krake said plainly, but it seemed almost comical though he hadn’t meant it as a command, but more of an announcement. Standing there, he waited for any sort of response.



Pravus Cruento Aela Wren

 

[Pravus Cruento]

Pravus looked at Aela. He gave her a look that only an overgrown child could give to a weirdly-surrogate mother-come-friend-come gal-friend, one that said "help me."

"Greetings! Welcome to Scarif! We've been looking for various personnel to bolster our fledgling logistics operation. Pilots, heavies."

He leered at Aela.

"We've already got enough brains in the outfit!" he winked

Krake looked...interesting. He wasn't unseemly; it certainly wasn't that. It was more he looked...expectant. As if Prav and Aela were going to give him the job and if they didn't he torch the place to the karking ground. That wasn't quite covered by the brand new, extortionately expensive, insurance premium taken out since the last shootout had gutted the lobby of this brand new, multi-million pound enterprise. Needless to say, he waited for Aela to pick up the rest of the slack on this routine.


Aela Wren Karasu

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

T W O - W E E K S - A F T E R - T H E - E N C L A V E​

Another day, Another contract. Jori was still drifting from job to job like she'd always done, But things had taken a turn for the better this time around. It had been two weeks since her arrival at "The Enclave" And therefore become a part of the Confederacy. It had opened up a world of opportunities for her, And she always had stable work coming in. This time, that work came in the form of security. She didn't know much, Just that she hated the name "The happy mandalorian" being associated with a kriffing casino. Especially in this day and age. People used to fear Mandalorians. That was their downfall in the end, That fear. The confederacy itself and their Jedi witches from the silver order had fought them for fear of their expansion, And the Sith had wiped out their culture for fear of Mandalore turning against the empire. And yet, That fear had already washed away, Paving the way for dumb club names like this... But these were strange times, And old enemies had become new friends. Despite her feelings towards the name, She was actually looking forward to this job. She could sit back and relax till the initial contract expired. Basically a paid vacation where she might get to blast some fools if she was lucky. What could be better?

Spoiler: Joti's immersive funtime music™

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Entering the Casino for the first time, She got plenty of odd looks from the "High class" patrons. Clad in her faded red and orange Beskar'gam and Cloak, She stood out like... Well, Like a wookie at a jawa festival, as it were. Not like it mattered. She just scoffed at the rich and weak patrons, Making sure to keep her helm's vocal enhancer muted till she needed to speak. She had better things to do than pick fights with these scum. No, She was here to report to her employer so she could boss the less savory patrons around whenever they went to the wrong floor or someone or threw a fit after losing a card game.
And just her luck! There was a trio of individuals off in the distance, And one of them was the guy. A large zabrak who looked like he didn't belong, A woman that looked like she was there to either blast people or get personal with the third figure, And the third figure himself; Blonde, clean, and he looked like the kind of guy that walked around like he owned the place. Because he did.

She approaches the trio, Her loose rocket boots making a distinct jingle with each step. Once there, She stops a polite distance away from Pravus Cruento , Giving him a polite nod. "Sir." And then crossing her arms while giving the zabrak a once over. The kind of gesture that says; Kark with the boss and you deal with me. This pose had also raised the armorweave capelette around her torso, Revealing the modified NN-14s holstered on either hip.

Her employer would have been informed of her impending arrival of course, One of the promised security workers arriving early as a gesture of good faith. But no one said anything about her being Mandalorian, Just that she'd done this before. And so here she was, Already doing her job. For now, She was just there to look tough. There was no point in interrupting whatever conversation was at hand, And in fact it was quite rude. Contrary to popular belief, She wasn't some barbarian. She had manners. Usually.

Pravus Cruento Aela Wren Karasu




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[Aela Wren]

Pravus looked like a flailing puppy - cute and lost. And then he just had to land a quip in there somewhere. She scowled at him.
"If you count butter as your brains, sure." she quipped back before turning her attention back to Krake.
"Any skills, Big Guy?" she asked him. Compared to her, most people were big in any case.
She had to admit, it may be beneficial to have some extra muscle around. You never know when another band of scum will come around and shoot the place up again. Hopefully Karmin stays dead this time.

She noticed the new security guard walk up. The orange Beskar'gam still intrigued her. It brought back memories of the stories about her own heritage her father used to tell. That did not mean she wanted to swear on the Resol'nare just yet. She was quite happy with her current life. But it was nice to hear the stories nonetheless.

She looked across the room. It seemed most people had already signed up for the tournament and were heading upstairs to the card tables. She looked at Pravus, jutting her chin towards the top floor.
"Might want to move your Nerf-herding butt upstairs and get things started before the fuse blows prematurely." she said, downing the last of her spicebrew before straightening up. "You coming, Horn-boy?" she asked Krake.

Pravus Cruento Karasu Aloy Vizsla

 

[Karasu]

Standing there almost as awkwardly as he come he watched as the man who Krake expected to be Pravus Cruento himself, eyed the newcomer for a long moment, then turning back to the woman who stood next to him, then back at Krake. There was an honest greeting, and then suggested positions that Krake hadn’t at all been remotely interested in, but maybe he would have to prove himself at somewhat an asset.

After a notion to the shorter girl standing next to Pravus, she scowled at the Zabrak, where Krake would nearly would have been insulted if he at all cared how people looked at him. After a half of tuskin breath passed, she questioned his ability to count, then more forward to his skills that would at all prove useful.

Krake’s dull orange eyes seemed to dark back to Pravus, considering at all if he should still be talking to this woman, but they returned back to Aela.

“I fair well with a pistol, but far better with a blade...two actually. Proficient in Iridonian style martial arts.” Krake said plainly as though he had been talking about the weather on Kamino. The horned humanoid decided to not reveal his novice skills in Jedi powers, that would not bode well there.

The music as still loud in the casino, loud enough that Krake hadn’t expected the fourth person to appear suddenly in the group. The colors of faded orange and red caught Krake’s eyes first, and as he looked from boot to helmet, he noticed that he too was being sized up.

‘A Mandalorian, I’ve never seen one personally before until now.’ He thought to himself. Krake wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or concerned, but figured there was nothing to gauge yet to this Mando.

"Might want to move your Nerf-herding butt upstairs and get things started before the fuse blows prematurely." He heard Aela say, as she downed the last of her spicebrew before straightening up. "You coming, Horn-boy?" she asked Krake.

Krake looked around, feeling some tension in the room as many voices started to turn up in volume. Krake nodded in expectance and waited for the pair to lead the way. Krake was curious if the Mandalorian would accompany them as well.

Pravus Cruento Aela Wren Aloy Vizsla

 

[Pravus Cruento]

Pravus blinked for a moment. This was turning into an odd little moment; he hated odd little moments.
He listened to Aela and clapped his hands together.

‘If we all wouldn’t mind accompanying me upstairs. There is a much more intimate affair occurring and the noise here is just too distracting.’

He turned to the Mandalorian. He smiled awkwardly, every single item of likely-offensive tat associated with their people that he had purchased running through his head. In slow motion.
He realised he would have to walk them past some of the tasteless knock-off clan sigils he has painted on the walls.

Please don’t see them. Please don’t seem them, Pravus prayed.

‘Lets get upstairs!’ And began to follow after Aela.

Karasu Aela Wren Aloy Vizsla

 

[Karasu]

Pulling his dull orange eyes away from the Mandalorian, Krake shifted his footing and followed behind Pravus who followed Aela, his dark gray leather duster jacket tails trailing slightly after.

Narrowing his gaze as they passed through the crowds of people in ‘The Happy Mandalorian Casino’ Krake took sight of the crowds of people who turned their sights on either himself or Pravus. The Zabrak wanted to know who knew Pravus or at least knew of him, and also who had interests in a newcomer such as himself.

Krake kept his hands at his sides, as such a some twitch could keep him easily accessible to his short vibroblades while he walked behind the pair in front of him.



Aela Wren Aloy Vizsla Pravus Cruento

 

[Pravus Cruento]

Pravus watched as the party made its way into the floor above, a more subdued and quieter affair. The atmosphere was more...intense. The smells were more refined, the clink of the glassware more audible above the cultivated silence.
The lighting was a warmer hue, more autumnal in character. The durasteel vibe of the floor below was replaced by rich wood, varnished surfaces that said "I am the vestige of wealth".

Pravus turned to his party, a hand sweeping across the vista.

"Welcome to the game-floor! This is our table."

He walked the party to a discreet table, a set of cards set out in a traditional pattern. He waved to the droid who motioned to bring over refreshments.

Prav sat and looked at Aela.

"Anybody for a friendly hand?"

Aela Wren Karasu Aloy Vizsla

 

[Aela Wren]

He was such a stereotypical casino suit! Jeez. Her hands went to her hips.
"You're supposed to keep an eye on your patrons, Jawa-gurgle, not play cards." she quipped at him, but her eyes said that was not serious about the insult. He had grown on her. The insults she hurled at him now were more endearing than insulting.

Her grey eyes found Krake again. "Have a seat, Doodle-pad." she said, motioning for him to sit down. She then pulled up a chair herself and pulled the cards that Prav was fiddling with, from his hand. He was worse than a kid. Goodness. She'll have to get him some toys for his birthday.

She interlaced her fingers on top of the table and spoke to Krake.
"Now, you said you can handle a blaster and a blade. What you haven't told me is how well? Elaborate a bit more on this martial skill you speak of. I've put down a Zabrak bounty hunter before. He was also versed in Iridonian martial arts. Didn't stop me from putting a blaster bolt through his head. What makes you so special?" she asked him. She was not going to allow this joint to be shot up again. That one time was enough. So this guy will have to know his stuff. "What can you offer Pravus and The Happy Mandalorian Casino that someone else can't? Why should we hire you?" she continued. He better answer them correctly. She wanted to be sure that her new found companion would be safe when she wasn't around. She liked the spark plugs, after all.

Pravus Cruento Karasu Aloy Vizsla

 

[Karasu]

Krake could instantly see the change in ambience comparable to the previous room they had previously been in. The smell of Roo-wood, Quasi, and even resinwood furniture; card tables, the bar, chairs, and liquor cabinets. All of these inanimate objects certainly did reek of ‘Wealth’, and Krake was no stranger to this, for it been many years however since he had been in such presence.

“Welcome to the game-floor!This is our table.” Pravus announced, while sitting at a private table where all entrances or exits could be seen. Krake hadn’t decided to sit down as of yet when a droid brought over a few drinks. Quickly as he sat, Pravus was gesturing to the cards that had previously been laid out on the table. “Anyone for a friendly hand?” he asked.

Aela quickly retorted to his inquiry, and Krake waited for the tension in the air to tighten, but before there was any change in attitude between them, the Zabrak felt Aela’s eyes on him. She barked at him to take a seat with a slight insult to follow. Krake’s dull orange eyes turned towards her once again, he while he took a chair across from them, he waved his leather duster over the back of the chair. Questions later ensued. She asked of his accuracy, and skills with both blaster,blades and martial form. This was expected if not from Pravus himself but someone else in his steed, but Krake had answers, perhaps not the entire truth of it all as it would place him in a more alarming circumstance. “I have been improving my skills, correction, honing my skills on Maridun. Resident there for nearly a year with some of C.I.S., there is an outpost there. I had some old acquaintances there, the Jen’ari…” Krake began to say, but he didn’t know how well known were the Jen’ari in this sector. As far as Krake knew, they died off as quickly as they were established, though he was a Sith apprentice while he was among them. Krake found himself rambling off towards no where, and decided to get back to the point.

“...but as far as what you may have discovered with this bounty hunter you said you’ve slain, I doubt they had my adherence to Iridonian martianl arts. Why hire me?” He said while he glanced around the room then back at Pravus and then Aela, “I offer loyalty to whom I work for. In addition, I can’t prove anything I say here. I suppose I could but this doesn’t seem the right place to shed blood.” Krake finished saying, his hands now placed in front of him, fingers interlocked.

Aela Wren Aloy Vizsla Pravus Cruento

 

[Pravus Cruento]

Pravus chuckled. He'd like candor. It was something so unsettling and often unseated an adversaries wits. Who would expect somebody to be totally and blatantly honest at a moment's notice? The hum of the room set a perfect background for the focus needed to think about what Krake was saying. He was skilled, violent and thoroughly intimidating. He liked Krake's style, even if his delivery was a little...off-brand. He would be useful. If didn't live, it wouldn't be a total loss to the Casino and it would save some unpleasant business occurring at his own hands. Or Aela's. He'd rather keep her out of true harm's way.

He turned to Aela.

"Why don't you set our friend here a task? See if we can use his skills for us. What about that conversation that needs having with a certain smuggler on Tatooine. Perhaps our new associate could have that on our behalf?"

He allowed his eyes to smile at hers.

Aela Wren Karasu