Sarge Potteiger
Emotional Damage
@Samanthe Quiwl
Zeltros
Queen Leonie Casino
Fingers tapped a staccato rhythm on the sabacc table's edge, brown eyes boring holes into the randomization field that glowed like the sun on icy water. Slowly, the eyes narrowed in thought as Sarge's mind wandered back to his meeting with Anaya in the hub of her information network.
Wetting his lips, he shakes his head forcefully as he snaps himself from his reverie and exhales, eyeing the dealer across the table. A few credits are thrown in. Pulling a card, the field activates and shifts the values of his hand. A singular brow raises. Shrugging, he sets down a -23 and shrugs.
Beneath the rim of the table was a small recess where one slotted a cred chip at the start of play - your bets were taken from it, and your winnings deposited... that is, if you won.
Right now, he could practically hear the chip being filled. It almost made him smile. Almost. The former Sergeant Major in OmegaPyre was a regular here, and while he won more than he lost, he tended towards betting conservatively. While he never lost big, he never own big, so the casino owners tended to not care that he was potentially bad for business.
As he'd always said; if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Standing, he ambles over to the bar through the crowds. He'd left the name of the hotel/casino with Anaya in case she needed him, but he doubted she would. Truthfully, he was glad for that. The pheromones which pervaded the atmosphere made him almost euphorically happy all the time, but while the planet was notorious for promiscuity, the pheromones tended to have the opposite effect on him.
He'd never slept with a soul on Zeltros, ever. Much like with his lack of connection to the Force, even here he was an anomaly. "Cognac.", he says to the bartender, pulling up a seat for the moment. Dressed in a faded pair of camo pants and a battered utility shirt, he looked every bit the scruffy mercenary he now was.
That meant no one ever questioned his credit income.
Slipping the bartender a few credits, he turned and rested his back against the bar, eyes scanning the crowd with the hard gaze of a man used to singling out threats. It was a slow night. Stars knew he hoped it'd stay that way.
#2
Samanthe Quiwl
Anaya's bad puppy dog
Reputation: 20
Excellent
Posted 29 October 2013 - 01:05 AM
Lights, laughing, lust, and the liquor…oh the liquor, all of that was simply what made up Zeltros. They always say what happens on Zeltros stays on Zeltros. It was a phrase that Anaya had imbedded into her little lap dog’s mind. Although Sam was usually quite obedient to a point, she wasn’t the type to just sit around headquarters and do paperwork while the woman got to play in the streets. No, today was different, she was going to experience the place for once and leave Anaya at home doing the dirty work – Force knows she needed to do something about that business of hers. Sam was constantly running the numbers and Anaya was getting all the benefit, the young Countess was done.
The tall and slender figure didn’t walk with the same seductive grace of her Master, there was a bit more danger in her step, the type of danger that lingered around someone who didn’t care about the life around her. Sam knew one thing and one thing only and that was to kill anyone she was told to…also those that looked at her funny. Anaya was on the verge of taming the girl, but keeping the girl’s blade sharp for when the killing was needed. A tool that helped was Anaya’s specialty along with the multicolored dust that poured out of the bag and into the girl’s hand.
Glitterstim.
Smelling the wonderful pixie dust, the girl licked the drug off her hand and as she walked by the bathroom quickly dipped in to wash her hands. The flow of the water drowned the lingering bits and the chill from the water made her shiver slightly. It was time to experience Zeltron like her Master had. Moving from the bathroom she quickly made it towards the bar, to her dismay the place was deader than the idiot she killed for the drugs. Groaning she walked over just as the man was ordering, she had never heard of Cognac – probably some sort of old man’s drink. Looking around she spotted a bottle that seemed to be a lovely shade of amber.
“The Corellian Whiskey I think yeah, with a bit of tonic – don’t forget the cherry.”
Looking towards the man at the bar she raised an eyebrow towards the faded cameo and looked down at her own outfit. Slender fitted t-shirt and a pair of slacks, eh she wasn’t dressed to impress either.
“Little out of place aren’t you?”
@Sarge Potteiger
#3
Sarge Potteiger
Hunter
Reputation: 577
Excellent
Posted 29 October 2013 - 01:17 AM
Whoever she was, he'd spotted her pretty quick. She was a bit energetic, but the pheromones had that affect on some, so he didn't think much of it as the cognac was passed to him. "It's a form of brandy.", he retorts dryly having caught her reaction to the word. That was, certainly, one way to start a conversation.
His gaze narrowed momentarily, eyes drifting up and down her frame. A bit tall for a woman, well proportioned, slender. But she had an intangible quality he knew all too well. Sadly, there was no weapons to back up his assumptions, but he didn't need evidence. His gut hadn't lied to him yet.
It had, on occasion, appeared to be wrong, but inevitably it was proven right. If he didn't know he was Force-dead he might have thought it had more to do with the Force than luck, but no, had to be predatory instinct.
Reaching up to scratch his beard, he gave her another once over. "Little out of place yourself.", he says dryly, taking a gulp of his drink. Taking a slow inhale to get her scent, he snorted and shook his head. "Anaya send ya?"
#4
Samanthe Quiwl
Anaya's bad puppy dog
Reputation: 20
Excellent
Posted 29 October 2013 - 01:58 AM
The bartender suspiciously slid her drink; Sam wasn’t one for mind games and just smirked towards the bartender. A smirk she had picked up quite easily from the red twi’lek. As she swirled the glass for a minute she looked at the alcohol splashing against the ice and fizzing bubbles. Sam wasn’t one for hard alcohol, she preferred wine and champagne, but she had to look less like a Countess and more like a normal girl in this area. Never knew who you were going to run into.
Giving the man a smirk she wrinkled her nose and took a sip of her whiskey. The burn hit her lips quickly and her eyes shut tight as the burning sensation was intensified by the bubbles of the tonic. After this she was going to continue to prefer wine and champagne and leave the hard stuff for the workers. Setting the glass down she frowned and narrowed her glance towards the man.
“Anaya doesn’t send me anywhere. I’m not her lap dog or her errand girl. I do what I want when I want it. She has no control over me.”
Taking another regretful sip she fought back a cough and placed the chilling glass down. An eyebrow rose in the man’s direction.
“Two questions for you, one how did you know I was near Anaya Fen and two how do you know the woman…”
As she finished speaking she once more wrinkled her nose realizing this might take a turn down a road she would regret forever.
“Spare me the finer details please.”
Zeltros
Queen Leonie Casino
Fingers tapped a staccato rhythm on the sabacc table's edge, brown eyes boring holes into the randomization field that glowed like the sun on icy water. Slowly, the eyes narrowed in thought as Sarge's mind wandered back to his meeting with Anaya in the hub of her information network.
Wetting his lips, he shakes his head forcefully as he snaps himself from his reverie and exhales, eyeing the dealer across the table. A few credits are thrown in. Pulling a card, the field activates and shifts the values of his hand. A singular brow raises. Shrugging, he sets down a -23 and shrugs.
Beneath the rim of the table was a small recess where one slotted a cred chip at the start of play - your bets were taken from it, and your winnings deposited... that is, if you won.
Right now, he could practically hear the chip being filled. It almost made him smile. Almost. The former Sergeant Major in OmegaPyre was a regular here, and while he won more than he lost, he tended towards betting conservatively. While he never lost big, he never own big, so the casino owners tended to not care that he was potentially bad for business.
As he'd always said; if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Standing, he ambles over to the bar through the crowds. He'd left the name of the hotel/casino with Anaya in case she needed him, but he doubted she would. Truthfully, he was glad for that. The pheromones which pervaded the atmosphere made him almost euphorically happy all the time, but while the planet was notorious for promiscuity, the pheromones tended to have the opposite effect on him.
He'd never slept with a soul on Zeltros, ever. Much like with his lack of connection to the Force, even here he was an anomaly. "Cognac.", he says to the bartender, pulling up a seat for the moment. Dressed in a faded pair of camo pants and a battered utility shirt, he looked every bit the scruffy mercenary he now was.
That meant no one ever questioned his credit income.
Slipping the bartender a few credits, he turned and rested his back against the bar, eyes scanning the crowd with the hard gaze of a man used to singling out threats. It was a slow night. Stars knew he hoped it'd stay that way.
#2
Samanthe QuiwlAnaya's bad puppy dog
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Reputation: 20
Excellent
Posted 29 October 2013 - 01:05 AM
Lights, laughing, lust, and the liquor…oh the liquor, all of that was simply what made up Zeltros. They always say what happens on Zeltros stays on Zeltros. It was a phrase that Anaya had imbedded into her little lap dog’s mind. Although Sam was usually quite obedient to a point, she wasn’t the type to just sit around headquarters and do paperwork while the woman got to play in the streets. No, today was different, she was going to experience the place for once and leave Anaya at home doing the dirty work – Force knows she needed to do something about that business of hers. Sam was constantly running the numbers and Anaya was getting all the benefit, the young Countess was done.
The tall and slender figure didn’t walk with the same seductive grace of her Master, there was a bit more danger in her step, the type of danger that lingered around someone who didn’t care about the life around her. Sam knew one thing and one thing only and that was to kill anyone she was told to…also those that looked at her funny. Anaya was on the verge of taming the girl, but keeping the girl’s blade sharp for when the killing was needed. A tool that helped was Anaya’s specialty along with the multicolored dust that poured out of the bag and into the girl’s hand.
Glitterstim.
Smelling the wonderful pixie dust, the girl licked the drug off her hand and as she walked by the bathroom quickly dipped in to wash her hands. The flow of the water drowned the lingering bits and the chill from the water made her shiver slightly. It was time to experience Zeltron like her Master had. Moving from the bathroom she quickly made it towards the bar, to her dismay the place was deader than the idiot she killed for the drugs. Groaning she walked over just as the man was ordering, she had never heard of Cognac – probably some sort of old man’s drink. Looking around she spotted a bottle that seemed to be a lovely shade of amber.
“The Corellian Whiskey I think yeah, with a bit of tonic – don’t forget the cherry.”
Looking towards the man at the bar she raised an eyebrow towards the faded cameo and looked down at her own outfit. Slender fitted t-shirt and a pair of slacks, eh she wasn’t dressed to impress either.
“Little out of place aren’t you?”
@Sarge Potteiger
Thanks to Ashin <3
#3
Sarge PotteigerHunter
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Posted 29 October 2013 - 01:17 AM
Whoever she was, he'd spotted her pretty quick. She was a bit energetic, but the pheromones had that affect on some, so he didn't think much of it as the cognac was passed to him. "It's a form of brandy.", he retorts dryly having caught her reaction to the word. That was, certainly, one way to start a conversation.
His gaze narrowed momentarily, eyes drifting up and down her frame. A bit tall for a woman, well proportioned, slender. But she had an intangible quality he knew all too well. Sadly, there was no weapons to back up his assumptions, but he didn't need evidence. His gut hadn't lied to him yet.
It had, on occasion, appeared to be wrong, but inevitably it was proven right. If he didn't know he was Force-dead he might have thought it had more to do with the Force than luck, but no, had to be predatory instinct.
Reaching up to scratch his beard, he gave her another once over. "Little out of place yourself.", he says dryly, taking a gulp of his drink. Taking a slow inhale to get her scent, he snorted and shook his head. "Anaya send ya?"
#4
Samanthe QuiwlAnaya's bad puppy dog
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Reputation: 20
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Posted 29 October 2013 - 01:58 AM
The bartender suspiciously slid her drink; Sam wasn’t one for mind games and just smirked towards the bartender. A smirk she had picked up quite easily from the red twi’lek. As she swirled the glass for a minute she looked at the alcohol splashing against the ice and fizzing bubbles. Sam wasn’t one for hard alcohol, she preferred wine and champagne, but she had to look less like a Countess and more like a normal girl in this area. Never knew who you were going to run into.
Giving the man a smirk she wrinkled her nose and took a sip of her whiskey. The burn hit her lips quickly and her eyes shut tight as the burning sensation was intensified by the bubbles of the tonic. After this she was going to continue to prefer wine and champagne and leave the hard stuff for the workers. Setting the glass down she frowned and narrowed her glance towards the man.
“Anaya doesn’t send me anywhere. I’m not her lap dog or her errand girl. I do what I want when I want it. She has no control over me.”
Taking another regretful sip she fought back a cough and placed the chilling glass down. An eyebrow rose in the man’s direction.
“Two questions for you, one how did you know I was near Anaya Fen and two how do you know the woman…”
As she finished speaking she once more wrinkled her nose realizing this might take a turn down a road she would regret forever.
“Spare me the finer details please.”
