Public The Luxury Trip Amongst the Stars

[Eira Dwynwen]

Aboard the Moethus Luxury Cruiser
Security detail
Outfit: Link

"This is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard the Moethus Luxury Cruiser, we wish you a joyous vacation as we smoothly soar through the space to our destination. We have our casinos and clubs for those wishing to enjoy some activity as well as plenty of stellar restaurants and food stalls. There is also a gift shop where you can all sorts of valuables and essentials that you might need." The captain turns off the comms and looks over to Eira as she stares forward into the empty space, she let out a slow sigh. The maiden voyage of her ship, her entire operation could be conducted from this vessel and the chance to spy on different members from various factions that used the Moethus Luxury Cruiser to collecting data from missions and organising her thoughts and theories in a stable location for the adventurer Eira was.

Arriving to the public areas of the ship, Eira smiled warmly to the trained security team as they were in their positions and doing well in ensuring that peace was kept around the ship. Currently, she was seeing the casino and checking the activity that was going on there. Gambling was not something that intrigued Eira since she was not one to dabble in fate but ensure that she always had the upper hand in a situation if she could. That was the life of a spy, she would always desire to know the odds before risky anything. Looking around, there were several rich members of society in the galaxy spending money, gambling money and increasing Eira's personal wealth which was something that she could only enjoy after years, no decades, of being a slave with no personal belongings or wealth.

Her heels were noiseless on the carpeted floor of the casino, she looked over and with the intoxicating pheromones of her Zeltron background unwittingly flowing from her as she passed tables, just increasing the excitement around her and letting people place higher bets and make riskier moves. Eira was completely unaware of the effect that she was having on the gamblers, the influence she was exuding. She was curious to see how everyone was doing, if there would be someone of importance or of interest here. Eira had seen the guest list and there were some names that she was interested in seeing what they would do while on their stay.

Tags: Sergeant Omen Nadja Keto Vulcan Krayt Salis (Let you pick the character for the thread!) Cyran Vaas Rekha Kaarde | Open to all

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

Location: Aboard the Moethus Luxury Cruiser

First thing Vulcan noticed was the size, the sheer size. You could fit a family of Gundarks and have room to spare in here. He had left ship and Droid in the hangar because it is more practical this way. This freed him up to just stare and walk amongst the extravagance of it all, he's never been on a cruise, let alone a large ship of this size, mostly the Ubese stuck to smaller more cramped ships, good for keeping everyone together but bad when no one wants to be around each other then everyone gets a bad time. It usually took 4 days before fists and blasters fly.

Vulcan held a ticket in hand which cost a lot to get almost a year's worth of wages, but that was worth it to actually be here on this ship. He soon starts weaving in and out of the arriving crowds, his size is a help in this scenario, although he was at risk of being trampled, which would be a great big helping of bad luck. The clubs seem like a good place to start having fun, because it's cold outside, with no kind of atmosphere.

He's dressed in what he usually wears as he finds dressing up to be bothersome, he could never find or coordinate matching socks. Well, most go missing anyway so there's that aspect of it. Vulcan suspects his Droid has been taking them but cannot confirm it at present.

Now all he needs to do is find the ticket kiosk to show them his ticket, but due to the size Vulcan has no idea where to find one, so he's wandering a bit looking for it because that's usually how these things work, at least what is shown on the Holonet in the afternoon.

<"So now what?"> He asks no one in particular.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Casino
Wearing: X

Cyran didn't mean to be, "that guy" but he was trying to make himself more and more prepared these days. In his suite he was checking messing with his right wrist some to properly attach a wrist holster under his sleeve. On it he kept his little slugthrower on it. Loaded with "non-lethal" plastoid slugs. After performing a few wrist flicks to get the gun into his palm he felt confident in it. Not that he really thought he would need it, he was here for fun after all.

Cyran had invited some of his "bounty hunting bros" to join him but everyone else was busy or just did feel like going on vacation. But it was Hot Boy Summer back on zeltron as well so during this time of a standard year he like to treat himself.

Eventually he made his way to the casino, he personally wasn't looking to gamble, he hardly ever had any fun when doing so. He just wanted to hang around for the time being before something or someone caught his eye. Which in the hustle and bustle of the casino he imagined that would be the case. Hanging around the bar at the casino he had gotten himself a rather fruity and tasty drink. Being a zeltron most commercial booze need to also have the secondary function of being able to fuel a start destroyer as well in order to get him properly buzzed. So might as well enjoy the flavor of the beverage as well.

Than he felt the very familiar aura of what felt like another zeltron around. However, when he turned his head to see only what looked to be a Twi'lek passing by. How peculiar...

Vulcan Krayt Eira Dwynwen

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Moethus Luxury Liner
Her Room

The room was nice, course it was only really used for changing and sleeping. Yeah she liked it nice job. She then changed her clothes so the soft warm comfortable ones that breathed and moved easily as she walked.

She had to use the map to get around, but the only place she wanted next was a place to drink...the map lit up

> > > > > >>

v
v
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>>>>>>>>>>> Enter

Ok that didn't seem very far...Rekha turned and headed off. The way to tell if something was really good was by how their bar worked and smelled. Being relatively new she had a hunch this one would still smell of paint and durasteel. Don't be so hasty her conscience chirped yeah yeah...

Tags Eira Dwynwen | Vulcan Krayt | Cyran Vaas | Everyone ele

 

[Ellia "El" Arroh]

Outfit: https://www.venus.com/viewproduct.aspx?BRANCH=7~72~&ProductDisplayID=79435&clr=SL

El nursed her drink at the bar, not wanting to seem different than any other talking and laughing patrons of multiple species sitting at the bar or at the tables on vacation. She had been given an undercover assignment to see if there was any wrongdoing on this cruise line that could be dealt with by CORSEC or by the GA if the situation required it.

Her first spot to try had been the bar, loose lips sink ships and some might just be willing to talk more about their nefarious plans if they had a couple of drinks in them. So far, however, she never had found anything to suggest that any hints of wrongdoing on either the passengers or the cruise lines part, nothing definitive anyways. Maybe she should go back to her cabin and try in some other area. The officer had all trip to hunt down criminals of course, why not relax some in private as well?

A girl can only do so much in the name of justice, unfortunately... Why don't I have some fun for a change?

 

[Rocho]

(Salis writer here, I went with Rocho)
Location: The bar.

Clothing (no shoes)

This was not the sort of thing the trandoshan normally would be found at. He was a hunter and a warrior from one end to another, and it was in that life he flourished most. That said, his dedication did not mean he treated violence as a form of rest. So, here he was. He had spent a rather sizable amount of credits on this, something he would usually not dare to do. His instincts telling him what such a waste of credits it was to spend them on pleasure. But, it was hard to reject the occasional indulgence in an outing that didn't involve killing something. He wore what he often did, a blue cape and clothes, with a silver belt. It was what he often wore when he served as a Knight in the Fel empire, now so often less. Another thing more expensive than he was used to. Outside of combat gear or starships that is. Magister Rocho Von Trandoshia. Such a glamorous title. He didn't quite use it except in formal settings. But it was amusing to watch peoples reactions to a trandoshan with a station outside of his own race. Now however, he was back at his roots, mostly. Hunting, but war especially. He'd been polite enough to leave his weapons in his room, the thing he regretted most leaving was the Beast. He knew no weapons among these security would make up for the lack of that, should a fight actually break out.

He looked at the gambling tables as he passed them by, listening to the audio of Eira Dwynwen . Gambling, he'd consider it. Not because he liked chance, but because if he really focused, it wasn't chance. That's not to say he was cheating. Moving the dice would certainly be against the rules. But nobody said anything about seeing the result before it happened. For now though, a drink.

The trandoshan sat at the bar, "Give me a Merenzane Gold." He said, leaning against the counter and looking around. Feeling the presences of those in the room. It was what he was good at, that and physical enhancement. Eventually it settled on Ellia "El" Arroh who wasn't far from him. As he got his glass he raised it and took a sip before returning his gaze out and thinking on what to do. Socializing. No other trandoshans he saw yet. But he wasn't against the presence of others, he'd worked around humans more than any other race, even his own. Could strike up a conversation in a moment, perhaps.

He breathed in something, he felt a chance. A tilt of the head and then he straightened up, stopped drinking, and looked around carefully. A change, it was moving, he sniffed the air and narrowed his eyes trying to determine the origin. A slight shift, nothing major. Little to worry about, yet...enough to make a difference. Long as it didn't grow it was fine. Though, it was peculiar that it was moving. He'd keep his awareness up, but he wasn't concerned right now.

 

[Chemgota]

Oddly enough an old B1 unit was still in operation and present within this voyage, not many people really seemed to take notice of the Droid, that being elongated puzzled stares on how the Droid was still active for 800 or so years. It began to look around the area and noticed that there were different individuals throughout the room, that was the bar. The B1 unit thought for a moment, unsure on what to do or if it should even be here in the first place, eventually the Droid would muster the strength and decides to enter the bar and wondered around for a bit before settling on a wall and watching the crowd walk through, plenty of people looked at him, this annoyed the Droid so it decided to disregard the stares, the Droid was out of place and had an holstered E-5 attached to its built-in backpack it wore, this B1 Droid however was an upgraded Mark III without the specialised head model, it was obsolete, perhaps it would also be worth the credits.. The Droid walked through the bar area and began to look at the intoxicated people in discontent and disgust, these meatbags really have the luxury and enjoyment of their rather pitiful lifestyle, the Droid let out a soft but high pitched sigh and decided to place itself seated on a nearby stool, he was feeling rather, anxious.

The Droid in question didn't have any personal trinkets, only a handful of Credits it could use to buy something nice for a small price, that is if anybody would like to sell to what most Meatbags see as a waste of time, unfortunately though that is how Galactic society interacted with Droids most of the time, something organic was more acceptable in society, the Droid did not feel like it should waste any of its Credits on wasteful social games.

Still rather daunting though is how this B1 unit actually got onto this 'luxurious trip' in the first place, the B1 was unsure on how it was going to be welcomed, either with opened arms or conflict, the Droid did not feel like it should fight anyone or anything anymore, but it was the reason why it was originally manufactured on Geonosis. He is a Battle Droid after all, but perhaps he would be accepted in this environment.

After pondering for awhile the Droid got up and began to walk over were the others were squandering and were conversing together unaware on what was going to happen to him next, if anything..

"I surely hope I don't run into trouble here.."

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

After several minutes of sorting out his ticket and navigating a small hitch up at customs in which he was eventually given a keycard to his room, Vulcan is all set for a very fine adventure indeed. The day is young and he didn't want to go to his bedroom right away, the shopping area looked quite appealing, not because he wanted to buy something, but because of the sheer desire to rummage around and just go around looking at everything on offer.

So that's where he went next, dodging past other people who were just arriving to get to his destination. He started trying to avoid getting pushed over by larger passengers. He managed to avoid several Nautolans coming over to the left. He saw the B1-Battle Droid on his left but was too busy to engage them.

Once he got to the shopping area, he was hit by several different smells all at once which were quickly filtered out. Vulcan groaned loudly as he realised he was in the Perfume Department, of all the places to get into it, had to be the Perfume Department. He weaved his way around zealous sentients standing around and spraying perfumes into the air and all over themselves.

<"Ugh!"> Vulcan groaned in disgust, he pitied anyone who has a sensitive nose who wound up in this place, no one likes that department.

Finally, he arrived at the shoe department after running the gauntlet of perfume and often wound up getting sprayed by some high-end fragrance from both Naboo and New Alderaan, he must have smelt very fragrant by now, he can sulk about that later in his room, first on his list is to have a good rummage around here before moving onto the next section or something else ends up grabbing his interest instead.

 

[Ellia "El" Arroh]

Eventually it settled on Ellia "El" Arroh Ellia "El" Arroh who wasn't far from him. As he got his glass he raised it and took a sip before returning his gaze out and thinking on what to do.

El caught movement out the corner of her eye and glanced at the newly arrived Trandosian before smiling softly as she returned the salute.

See even the species that wanted to enslave the entire Wookie race can be kind sometimes.

A slight shift, nothing major. Little to worry about, yet...enough to make a difference. Long as it didn't grow it was fine. Though, it was peculiar that it was moving. He'd keep his awareness up, but he wasn't concerned right now.

The CORSEC officer spied the Trandosian movements from the corner of her eye, watching him sniff like an Akk dog in the air. Now was as good of a time as any to make an introduction. She moved over to the seat beside the big lizard and spoke in a low tone. "You aren't the only one that feels something off about this trip. Something in the air... El by the way."

 

[Vittoria asta]

Implants/genetic tampering: xx
Suit and shoes:xx

Vittoria wasn't on assignment she had taken out a target that had a ticket. So she came in the woman's place the guards didn't mind that she wasn't the original ticket owner or maybe that was her looks she had boarded with her yt1300 in a hanger bay she was surprised by the size of such a ship. She wasn't sure what to do first this wasn't what she was made to do it made her uneasy not having a job to focus on but this would be a good experience to have.

As she walked through a bar she noticed a few interesting faces committing them to memory she sat at the bar unsure of who to talk to and not wanting to bring unnecessary attention to herself she ordered something fruity even if it was hard for her to get drunk.

 

[Eira Dwynwen]

Aboard the Moethus Luxury Cruiser
Security detail
Outfit: Link

The cruise was going well, it was smooth sailing and the drinks were flowing well. There were some that would fear things due to certain guests, there were spies in every faction and of course some would try to spy on the operation that Eira was running here. However, the ship was bought legitimately, though it was a gift to her from a wealthy fan of hers. The staff were paid for legitimately and everything on the ship that was for guests was legitimate. There might be a top secret spy base that was not on any official documents and deep in the bowels of the ship was that off limits to everyone but staff. Eira was for the moment focused on hosting and just taking everything in her stride, the guests were here to have fun and her charm seemed to allow even her enemies forget work or jobs that they were on.

Wandering to the bar for a refreshment, there was a pretty collection of several people there enjoying their beverages and engaging in conversation. Eira wandered over in an elegant stride as she ordered a fruity slightly alcoholic beverage. She wasn't aiming to get drunk, which was a difficult task for the Twi'lek, and keeping focused on the task of observing and enjoying the pleasant company was always more intoxicating than drinking alcohol. Looking around the bar area, Eira gave a wave to Ellia "El" Arroh , Rocho and Vittoria asta. There had been a Mandalorian that she had passed as well, giving them a smile, it was curious to see a Mandalorian out of their armour but she could tell from the way he moved he was use to wearing beskar.

The music was deep bass, electronic and easy to dance that was the aim for the music of ship, encourage people to dance and enjoy the clubs. The idea that people dancing would work up a sweat and then all the more eager for a drink so she was hoping to see more and more people at the bar looking to refresh before returning to the dance floor. Also, seeing a droid on the ship that wasn't staff was curious, perhaps it was owned by some guest but she didn't see anyone list that they were bringing a droid with them.

Vulcan Krayt | Chemgota | Rekha Kaarde | Cyran Vaas

 

[Jan ke Jerlicz]

"No hard feelings Lord Jan?" A smooth talking weequay inquired as his hands scooped the last of Adumarian Baron's credits from the pot. A small fortune had been lost, and such would set anyone to a fit of anger. The weequay was right to ask, as for the credits he was taking was from a man that looked like he was no stranger to violence and took no caution to hide his scars.

"Never bet something you are not fully willing to lose, my friend!" Jan chuckled with the words of wisdom more pointed inwards then a response to his Sabacc adversary. He drank the last remnants of his corellian spiced ale and gently stood up from the table, sliding a generous amount of credits towards the dealer. "For you!" With that, he turned himself away from the gambling tables and towards the bar. Was time to ease the recent credit loss with more liquid spirits and maybe the indulgence of other vices.

Jan adjusted his long elegant purple robe that was decorated with blue vines embroidered into the fabric giving the garment a vibrancy of colour, as he made his way to the bar. Below the robe he wore a long sleeved white shirt, loose black trousers and comfy nerf hide boots. The robe itself was complete with a wide sash belt, that would usually hold his lightsabers, but today he was on vacation and casinos of this calibre aboard a ship don't allow weapons. Jan felt naked without his weapons, but he wasn't going to open himself up to a PR hit over something trivial as following rules.

As the Baron approached the bar, his green eyes were quick to notice the target rich environment of the female humanoid variety that was already perching about bar itself. There were far more classical ways to get into a public relations fiasco, he thought to himself letting a mischievous grin etch from beneath his styled moustache. So let the games begin....

"Barkeep!" He motioned for the bartender attention "Put all these beautiful ladies' drinks on my tab!" he said loud enough for those with in the vicinity of him would hear. It was cheesy, even on the verge of being sleazy but it sure was a quick way to break the ice.

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

It wasn't until sometime later Vulcan was finally shooed from the large shopping sector. He made quite the mess, eh, no big deal. Everything was way to pricy anyway. So, now he had made a beeline towards one of the bars instead. Why not live a little, they say you are only young once and being on a very large ship with this much entertainment, Vulcan understood why many enjoy such things.

Not that he was a stick in the mud, far from it, he just didn't have the time to just stop and relax. He had to keep all those Clones under some form of control, they can never decide on an actual leader or any other action that didn't end in a brawl or a rebellion. So badly behaved, so badly organised, they were exactly like him.

"You like the Flowers of Alderaan Fagrance line?" The Barkeep asked after a while, pulling Vulcan out of his train of thought and back into the world again.

<"No, I got stuck in the Perfume Deparment and I got sprayed with all manner of fagrances, repeatedly."> Vulcan replied flatly. <"I hate going in there."> He adds after a pause to sip his drink.

Sharp and refreshing.

 

[Rocho]

No trouble yet. Even Ellia "El" Arroh had smiled in return. So might not be inherently against the trandoshans as a race at the least. That, or it was fake. But he'd prefer the former. However, his reaction to the change she definitely noticed. And apparently, he wasn't the only one. He leaned back into his chair at her response, "Rocho." He responded with his name giving a nod and a smile, his voice got quieter as well as he continued "Whatever it is, it makes me wish I had brought my weapons with me." He admitted with a slight chuckle.


"Not that that takes much. Surprised you spoke to me first though, aside from business reasons that's not a common thing." He added.

He saw Eira Dwynwen give them a wave, which he also returned. Another sip from his drink as he looked around, this he would listen to anything Ellia had to say. Well, he came to a cruise for some form of relaxation. He figured he ought to at least try. If things did grow worse, they could be dealt with as it happened. He'd keep an eye out, but he wasn't sure if he would put much focus on it. Socialize, drink, enjoy oneself. That was the purpose was it not?

 

[Ellia "El" Arroh]

El returned the smile before going back to swirling the wine in her glass. Hopefully, she wasn't making the wrong decision by talking to this Trandosian but he seemed to have some clue about what was going on. "It is a pleasure Rocho and to be sure I feel the same way, something about having a blaster at the ready makes me feel a lot safer." She did have an x7b checkmate holdout disruptor and several power cells stuffed into her boot but the Trandosian didn't need to know for right now.

She would shrug as she waved with her new acquaintance to Eira Dwynwen . "You attracted my attention first and besides meeting new people who could bite a chunk of your body off with their teeth is part of the fun of this cruise. So... What should I know about you Rocho?" The CORSEC officer had left the question open-ended so the Trandosian could fill in as many or as few blanks about himself as he wanted. Hopefully, she had enough social skills to keep the scaly reptile entertained.

 

[Vittoria asta]

Implants/genetic tampering: xx
Suit and shoes:xx

Vittoria heard Jan ke Jerlicz offer it gave off a sleazy vibe trying to bait the water to see who bites. The young attractive clone wasn't going to fall for it but she was nervous that people would come by to hit on her. It happened all the time she figured now would be know different but who would it be.

She kept on drinking her fruity drink that Wasn't going to get her drunk anytime soon but it tasted good anyway which is why she drank it. She could feel something felt off but wasn't sure maybe her body was naturally filtering it out.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Tags: Open
Currently observing the bar

She was sitting in a corner her head resting upon the palm of her hand, which she played with glass in the other. She could see the comings and goings all around her.

Odd the things you see when just being quiet.

The quiet slip of a chit to someone with a quick nod. What was that about?

The waitress who smiled a bit too much while her hand rested upon the arm of a patron. I got an idea of what that is about

The bartender who slipped a credit into the till and some into a jar....kickback? retirement fund? something else she hadn't thought of...oo protection

But this was a ship for crying out loud should this be going on, or was her over active imagination getting the better of her. Or worse she was so bored that she could make it all up in her head. She smiled and took another drink.

For once no one was yelling her name, calling her over or asking a favor. She for the first time in a while was really a customer.

It was early yet....so anything could happen. It was still a cantina, in a floating hotel...with all manner of folks coming and going.