The Scum of Nar Shaddaa

[Zaxo the Hutt]

[member="Jesh’irin’rurno"]

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Was it the morning? Or the evening? It was rather quite difficult to tell in Nar Shaddaa. The "Smuggler's Moon" was full of neon glow day in and day out, and thus maintained a persistent level of brightness that failed to illuminate the ungodly number of criminal enterprises that took place on the planet everyday. It was here that crime lords like Zaxo felt home, hence it was no surprise that the vast criminal underworld of Nar Shaddaa bustled with activity constantly.

"Where is my entertainment?!" boomed Zaxo the Hutt loudly, sending his translator droid falling over in fright. Zaxo, for the time being, was found in his usual 'throne room' at the very top level of a building he had bought for himself and his criminal followers. It was from here that he would address any special guest, or assign special missions to bounty hunters he deemed worthy. While the Hutt remained sitting in his stone dais, overlooking through the window the gleaming city skyline of Nar Shaddaa, his most trusted servants and followers lined themselves up on either side of him, making a pathway from the door directly to the Hutt. It would be an unnerving sight for anyone who had never visited the Hutt before.

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While the Hutt remained waiting rather impatiently, his 'entertainers' arrived. These so-called entertainers were composed of four beautiful Twi'lek slave women, who burst through the door on the other side of the room and began to make their way towards the Hutt. As the thinly-clad slaves began dancing to the music played by a nearby Rodian jazz band, Zaxo recalled momentarily that he was supposed to be expecting a mercenary to report to him soon. He had promised the mercenary that he had a job for her, but had demanded she come so that he could tell her face-to-face regarding the details of the assignment. At least for the time being, however, Zaxo remained content with watching the Twi'leks dance away.

Hopefully the mercenary would show up sooner or later - it was never a good idea to keep a Hutt waiting.

 

[Jesh'irin'rurno]

Irin just cracked both her knuckles as she was in no rush to meet with her next employer, even if he was a hutt she had other things to focus on, for instance living her own life. Nar Shaddaa was quite shady, almost of the variety that the Chiss didn't like associating herself with, but she had learned one thing in this job you can't neglect clients based on their home world even if they were giant slugs, nay especially when they are giant slugs. She heard stories of how hutts were and she had no intention of becoming this ones entertainer after all she was a mercenary and if she worked for one such as this crime lord she would no longer have the means to practice with her knives. This art was one she was not willing to give up no matter what the cost. "I suppose I shouldn't keep him waiting any longer." A rather large sigh escaped her lips before she hung her head, "I do hate the stench that his kind emits though, quite rank indeed."

As she wandered the streets of Nar Shaddaa she gave out a loud sigh taking a knife in her hand and beginning to attempt to balance it on the tip of her index finger the first few yards she walked it fell. She then remembered the exact fashion which they were built and their center of mass was necessary in any balancing act. She walked forward a few meters now and smiled as she was maintain a steady and balanced walk to keep it there. As she got to the hutt's place she sighed flinging the knife up in the air with her finger and then maneuvering herself so that when it came back down she could catch it with her left hand. "Hey it's me I'm here." Loud knock was echo through the Hutt's domain as she waited outside expecting her to be let in. She stopped and then looked up a little ways to notice and air duct. "Doors are no fun anyway." She began to walk over and jumped up her hands latching onto the side as she saw someone wander out. She sighed and hopped back down. "You don't mind if I went in through the vents would you, I just really despise doors and like to avoid them if at all possible."

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[Zaxo the Hutt]

[member="Jesh’irin’rurno"]

A wookie guard wearing an eye-patch opened the door and let out a grunt as he began trying to locate where the knock had come from. He was unable to find the source so he was about to turn around and head back into Zaxo's building when he saw what appeared to be a Chiss female trying to climb into one of the vents, who then asked him if it was alright for her to travel via the vents. “WWWWWWWGGGGHHHRRRRW" the wookie shouted, which really could have meant anything at all. The wookie then walked back into the hutt's place, deciding to alert the Hutt of the arrival.

"So you're saying that right now my bounty hunter is inside an air duct..." the hutt repeated, raising an eyebrow to the best possible extent that a slug could. "Well, however she gets here, she better be infront of me within the next minute for her mission or else I'm gonna have to halve her pay." he muttered, before waving off his wookie guard. The mercenary would come sooner or later, but for the time being the hutt satisfied himself with the company of his slave dancers, which were far better company than any bounty hunter or mercenary. With a wave his rather tiny hand, Zaxo brought the dancing to a close before getting the Twi'leks to approach him and start caressing him. 'Now this is the good life', the hutt thought to himself.

 

[Jesh'irin'rurno]

Hearing the wookie groan at her made her eyes roll, "Why did it have to be a wookie they are the least comprehensive species tongue to memorize. She sighed and looked back in the vent and now began crawling about silently on her belly hearing a few echoes as she followed the sound of the wookie informing its boss who she would place bets on being the hutt that hired her. She slipped through them quite quickly as her own natural greasiness on her coat proved to be a useful lacquer that slid her along these metal stretches till she found the vent exit into the room. She could see the hutt from where she was positioned and she was just commenting on her tardiness.

"Calm yourself," her voice echoing through the air duct now sliding out with ease and landing upon her feet. "Honestly you ought to think about getting some tighter security slug after all if I could find a route through these vents as easy as that then so could assassins. I just did you a second favor on top of whatever this mission is gonna be from what I can see." The chiss gave a wicked grin now as she looked over her slug of an employer. She began to stand in attention before the hutt before taking a few steps backwards to avoid the rather odious smell that she was giving off to the air. "Besides you hired me I do things in a timely fashion but I don't believe in schedules after all when you are in a rush that the adds complications. I hate complication and no one likes a sloppy job am I right?" She smiled looking at the hutt hoping that her words would land her in the better graces of him. "I'm afraid that I didn't ever ask your name by the way I like to figure out all that stuff in person, you can call me Irin."

She pulled out a dagger and begin sliding a finger along the blade as she now awaited either to be chastised or informed on what mission she was wanted fore.

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[Zaxo the Hutt]

[member="Jesh’irin’rurno"]

Finally, the mercenary had arrived. With a flick of his right hand, the hutt motioned for his slave girls to take their places behind him so that he could have a clear view of the Chiss mercenary who had descended from the air duct looking slightly greasy. "Ah, it's about time." Zaxo boomed, his eyes looking the Chiss woman up and down. "Well unfortunately for you, my dear, I didn't hire you to try exposing weaknesses in my building's security. My guard informed me of your whereabouts inside the vents. If it had been an intruder attempting to attack me, well, the intruder would have not made it past the first floor."

He paused for a moment before resuming, taking his time to fish out from a nearby bowl what appeared to be a slimey snack for the hutt. He listened patiently as the Chiss introduced herself as "Irin". "Well, Irin, nice to meet you sweetheart." Zaxo began. "I have heard that you have exceptional knife-throwing abillities... Anyways, I am Zaxo the Hutt. You probably know me, as most people in Nar Shaddaa do." he stated plainly. Unfortunately, there wasn't much time for further introductions. Zaxo needed to get his mercenary going on the mission.

"Now, before you get going, I am afraid you must get past a certain... test." he said, and suddenly clapped twice. From the door on the other side emerged two Gamorrean guards, each holding a vibro-ax. "Let's see if what they say about your combat skills are true. Guards, kill her." And with that, the two Gamorreans charged towards Irin with their axes swinging, prepared to fight to the death.

 

[Jesh'irin'rurno]

As the hutt spoke up again she winced from the booming remembering why she didn't make it a habit to taking up a permanent position with the the hutt crime lords. "Shame," she sighed looking down now as she watched him pluck a snack from the bowl, she grimaced not thinking it was at all tasty at all. To each species there own delicacy she guessed. She began to inspect a few things about the room as she continued to listen to her supposed employer before nodding as he mentioned his own name to her. "Not many people with a s large of a reputation go unnoticed." Agreeing the large slimy slug now as he began to look at her with a less than happy expression.

Oh dear, don't you dare pull that on me. Merely hearing the mention of him saying that there is a test made her sigh in discomfort she hated surprises and hear the hut was pulling out two guards. They were as repulsive in her mind as the Hutts were as they squealed and snorted like swine and those were equally disgusting as she now looked up toward the hutt and then back at her two adversaries. Thankfully they were both starting a fair distance away which gave her time to eye the armor a bit nodding her head as she had agreed that in order to take them out quickly it would be best to just go for the head or throat. In one swift movement she somersaulted away from the left side Gamorrean and through a dagger which found itself lodged into the neck of the guard that was now squealing as he breathed his last few breaths. She then glared and looked over to the other one who was now approaching her.

His ax flew in toward her torso as she came back to her full height, ducking this time and rolling beneath him her legs grabbing either side of his arm that was wielding the ax and now pulling herself up grabbing another knife and slicing it straight through his skull before releasing and rolling out of the way. His body collapsed like the first leaving out a thud as she sighed. "Was that really necessary?" She grumbled now standing up again and retrieving both knives wiping the blood off on each respective victim.

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[Zaxo the Hutt]

[member="Jesh’irin’rurno"]

Zaxo wsa pleased to see that the abilities of the Chiss combatant were indeed as they were hailed to be. "Impressive..." the hutt stated, his eyes gazing apathetically at his two now-slain guards. They were more than easily replaceable, and with a simple wave of his hand, the bodies of the Gamorreans were quickly dragged out the door. "Now I assure you, dear, that it was absolutely necessary. You face a deadly mission that requires you to make full use of your capabilities. If you would please listen, I shall now formally assign you your mission. You'll have no time to lose."

The slug crimelord, with a tug on the leash, brought one of his Twi'lek girls closer to him before continuing. "Your mission, should you choose to accept it, will be to help secure my business interests in one of the undercity sectors here on Nar Shaddaa by taking out a key competitor. Exact coordinates, you will find right here." he instructed, as one of his servants handed Irin a datapad with the coordinates set for her. "As you may be well aware, I run a chain of 'entertainment clubs' across the planet's undercity. I still allow smaller, individual clubs to persist in districts that I control, as long as they pay me the appropriate fees. Now there is this one particular club that has grown rather... rebellious against me lately. You will go and destroy that club and its people, so that I can make an example out of them. I shall pay you a base pay of 15,000 credits for just killing the club owner: a rowdy Rodian called Tiykoo."

The hutt scratched his chin before resuming. "And ofcourse, I will pay you a thousand credits each for every club 'entertainer' you kill. The more the merrier. In fact, let me throw a cherry on top of all of this: if you can make an eye-catching display of your kills afterwards, infront of the club for all pedestrians to see, I will reward you an extra bonus of 5,000 credits... Do you have any questions?" he finished, Zaxo's slimey gaze making clear that the details of the mission would not be very much up for debate. "They are well-armed, so you better be careful." he added.

 

[Jesh'irin'rurno]

"Yeah, yeah, but those were good guards it's a pity you gave me no choice to reason with them," an agitated frown. She realized that some jobs had the occasional collateral damage but she didn't like killing off good men even if they were Gamorrean guards. Every life had a purpose and those were two flames that would now be extinguished and add to the tally of people on her conscious that she killed. That wasn't self-defense as she saw neither sides having a real option when being put on a test. Seeing the twi'lek girl tugged about made her shrug she realized that they occasionally had terrible lives she wouldn't wish slavery to such a slug but they were his property and she had no reason to oppose the social norm. Instead she gave the twi'lek a wink an silently saying, "Hi sugar keep up the good work you'll weather this storm." It was odd she had a sense of duty to her profession as well as moral to the idea of life and people no matter what class they came from even the hutt served his purpose. Credits. She nodded taking the datapad from the servant while running a finger down the girls lekku gently in attempts to set her at ease

"Bad for business I guess if those slaves entertainers didn't just get relocated to one of your more approving bars," she sighed not liking the sound of this one bet. Killing a manager who was shirking the taxes he needed to pay was just in her mind but the dancers don't have much of a say in what he did. "Perhaps I could just drop them off here as a donation instead of bringing back all their heads. The Rodian though will be dealt with accordingly." She said as her eyes scanned through the datapad memorizing the route to the night club. As she finished memorizing the route she started contemplating methods of approach. "Hmm think you could spare me a few credits now I have a way of possibly meeting with the pesky Rodian of yours." She smirked not really expecting him to give her the offer, either way this would require a good approach. She puzzled over it before smiling and nodding her head.

"After all wouldn't you prefer having more twi'lek slaves to be at your beck and call?" Either way he answered she would shrug as he was the boss now and who was she to argue with credits although how many entertainers she really killed would have to be judged on the state of this club and whether they would be overly against there manager being killed. "Anyways that is all, Rodian head on a pike? And sweetie I always look out for me and my first and foremost." He looked about at the twi'lek slaves and gave them a wink along with the slug who was she to be rude after all.

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[Zaxo the Hutt]

[member="Jesh’irin’rurno"]

The hutt's gaze calmly observed the Chiss mercenary, watching as the blue-skinned knife-wielder reacted the way he expected her to. She was wanting to spare the lives of those innocent club entertainers, how noble really. Ofcourse Zaxo would be pleased to have more Twi'lek slaves under his control, but still there were plenty of them in the Galaxy anyways. The hutt had personally thought out thoroughly that possibility and had dismissed it, with some level of difficulty. "You see, I'm afraid my dear that the type of business we do here on Nar Shaddaa is quite.... cut-throat. No pun intended."

Zaxo started then booming in laughter at his own joke, while a couple of his followers in the room began sniggering as well, although some of them looked rather forced. "So yes, sweetheart, I'm looking for you to deliver me a Rodian head on a pike. But also in addition, the head of every other worker at the club. You of all people should know well that there are no such thing as 'innocent people' in the businesses that we do here on Nar Shaddaa. Everyone is a target, as so long as they are relevant to the objective of a mission. Unfortunately, the fate of the entertainers will have to be the same as that of the Rodian." he stated calmly, his eyes glistening in an uncompromising manner.

He sensed however, that a shift in his payment could be necessary to properly incentivize the Chiss woman. "Alright, let me give you a better deal." he began, noting how she was asking him to spare some credits for the use during the mission."I shall pay you 10,000 credits right away. After you bring me back the heads of your kills, I shall pay you 10,000~15,000 depending on your kills. Obviously, if you fail your mission, then you'll owe me 10,000 credits and also have a bounty on yourself for having failed me." the hutt stated, then chuckled.

Another Twi'lek servant approached Irin and handed her a briefcase containing the credits, as well as a com-link so that the hutt could stay in contact with her. "Now go, hit 'em while they are at their peak business hour." he commanded.

 

[Jesh'irin'rurno]

As he spoke to her now she began to nod her head sighing as she heard the emphasis on how cut-throat this whole new ordeal was gonna be anything less than a bloodbath for herself. She nodded her head understanding that this god forsaken planet was a real rancor eat rancor type of world. She gave a slight smirk that obviously showed discomfort as she was feeling that the hutt was really seeking complete eradication of his opponents. "Yeah I got that," she gesticulated to the dead bodies that were all carried out as she wasn't to fond of killing them either. As he now boomed out a large laugh and grimaced from hearing the booming laugh and trying to protect her ears as they had vocal cords on themselves.

"I just don't like dragging my own name through that proverbial mud, if you get my understanding it's bad for business I don't like associating myself with the blatant murdering of night club workers. It looks bad and i can't help that my M.O isn't a rather obvious one to detect." She sighed and shook her head. "Doesn't matter a job is a job after all and I'm not gonna throw away this type of option." She continued to contemplate strategies, a possible new plan that might hopefully fulfill the possible cut-throat fashion of working that Zaxo would love for her to perform. "Odd assortment of heads on the night clubs sign got it," she grumbled contemplating how this plan could go south in a bout twenty different manners.

A few doubts still linger in her mind as she then heard that she was being offered the ten thousand up front, that would work quite well for entering the night club after all she could ask for a private room with a fraction of that cash, unless they were being particularly stingy that night. Wouldn't matter as she would just take it back after rifling through their business and taking out the majority of their guards ... and entertainers. The threat was what really got to her which mad her her give a snide smile to the hutt, "If I don't pay you back then just keep me locked up beside you instead ... I don't look half as good dead." She tried to compromise with him. "Besides I'm a girl of my word," the mere thought of offering herself up as payment instead on failure made her feel a bit sick as she began to rethink it. "Second thought just kill me." Irin gagging slightly on the smell and thought that wouldn't suit her no way was failure an option.

"Guess you don't care about the customers either, knew there was a reason I stayed out of Nar Shaddaa thanks for reminding me." She turned her back on the hutt. Tell one of your people to drop off the cash when I get there ok. She looked up and began to contemplate her exit. She jumped up grabbing onto the sides and now lifting herself back up into the air ducts.

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[Zaxo the Hutt]

[member="Jesh’irin’rurno"]

Zaxo laughed heartily at Irin's offer regarding the possibility of her failure to carrry out her mission. "We'll see about that... But first, you should focus on succeeding in your mission rather than worrying about failing it." he said, before clapping once. With that, curtains closed between he and the mercenary, making it clear that the meeting was over for now. "I shall see you later!" the hutt's voice said in farewell, muffled by the curtain.
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Meanwhile, in the undercity of Nar Shaddaa, a Rodian named Tiykoo was luxuriating in his stack of credits inside his office. Life had been successful for him, the Rodian thought, as he gazed at the millions of credits that were stacked up high in his office's vault. Ever since he had begun this 'entertainment' business, and especially since he stopped paying those exorbitant fees to the slug thug known as Zaxo the Hutt, the Rodian had been earning more money than he could possibly bother to spend. The location of his club was excellent: right at the heart of activity in this sector of Nar Shaddaa's undercity. It was just out of reach of any city authorities, hence Tiykoo could afford to bring stronger spice in, as well as allow his entertainers to be more 'intimate' with his customers.

Zaxo truly was just bluffing when he said he would destroy any clubs that did not bow down to the hutt's superiority, the Rodian remarked. Suddenly, two grinning Zeltron women burst into the Rodian's office. "Ah, look whose here - my favorite gals in the galaxy." Tiykoo exclaimed, putting his arms around the neck of the Zeltrons who approached him from either sides. "Let's see how our club is faring tonight, shall we ladies?" Without waiting for an answer, the Rodian club owner confidently strode forward out of his office and into the main club area, with the Zeltrons still on either side of him. The club (named "the Twilight Groove") was quite spacious, but with about five dozen clients inside, it looked rather crowded. In the center of the club there was a platform aisle, on top of which three thinly-clad Twi'lek females were dancing to the beat of the music, much to the admiration of the onlooking crowd of males. Meanwhile, around the edges of the club where the lights were dimmer, his clients were either indulging in spices and alcohol, experiencing the more intimate entertainment offered by the club girls, or both. The VIP room, which cost about 5,000 credits to stay in for an hour, was empty for the moment, which was a shame.

Regardless, Tiykoo was happy, for the Rodian was making some excellent money tonight, and the hutt crimelord Zaxo could do nothing to stop him.

 

[Jesh'irin'rurno]

The hutt's voice was muffled as the curtain's closed, the meeting was definitely reached the point where information was no longer necessary and further conversation was only going to be a further interference on her conscious. Slipping down the vents with threat ease she began to think about the structure and how it most likely worked before now finding herself sipping out another side of the Hutt's establishment on a less populated side as well as closer toward the location of the Rodian's night club which she began to redraw in her mind and looking out over the streets. "Can't believe it first mission that is actually gonna pay well is a simple slice em up one. I really need to find a better line of work, maybe I will end up quitting this and becoming a chef surely people would be impressed with my blade work." A disgruntled grumble escaping her pursed lips as she now slipped her azure fingers into her rear pocket. "Might as well have some fun if I'm heading to a club anyway. After all mixing business and pleasure never ends poorly."

Wandering forward she would begin to hum a lullaby that her mother once had sang to her back on Csilla. It was a sweet song that wasn't befitting of such a vulgar planet the only thing about her at the moment that was suiting was the slimy coating she wore as she desperately hated cleaning up particularly with this type of job. No sense of looking your best when someone's blood is just gonna mess it all up anyway. She hastily sauntered through the town as to not get any suspicion till she finally came up toward the club that was causing troubles for the Hutt employer. Strolling up she decided to come her hand through her hair and asking the bouncer in the front if she was allowed to enjoy the faculties. "Huh, Twilight Groove." She shrugged her shoulder before deciding what she though of it, "Still cheesy." The bouncer looked at her and the amount of knives that she was wearing and saying that she wasn't allowed in. "Oh come now babe I'm a prime customer I want to watch too." She then saw his bulbous finger point away from the night club.

"Ugh I hate those guys always making things harder than they need to be," the night was young and the chiss's words fell flat as she began to look about for the ducts those to were to small for even a child to fit through. Spitting out some excess saliva onto the curb she hated these types of clubs, she turned her back toward the man and reached a to touch a blade before looking back behind the building she noticed a line of some girls who were planning on making a few easy bucks as entertainers. "Such a horrid job," she eyed a few twi'lek, zeltrons and the like who were all getting waved in the only requirement being that they were wearing revealing outfits. Her gaze peeked down at her own relatively voluptuous chest before giving a sigh.

"The thing we do for money," her head hung low in disgust as she can't believe she was even contemplating such a plan besides this would mean she had no real armor and could only hide two blades int he back of her top and that was if she was lucky. She gave them a second glance and noticed that not a one was being frisked or looked over so long as they fit the need of supply and demand. Eyeing the back door she would slowly slide and wrapped it along back. "I would just need you two boys two watch over all my affects." One enjoyed the sight of the chiss while the other shook his head denying her outright.

"Now that is just rude," She slipped to knives quickly into the palms of her hands stabbing them both through the throat and then following suits she then heard the girls start to scream and shriek out in fear which made her begin to groan. "Oh just please be quiet already I didn't want to ..." She slipped the blades out of the two men tossing the blade into the loudest entertainers windpipe silencing the rest as they now feared death. "Much better now why don't you all just sit down here and I use the cuffs on them to cuff yourselves to the door ok?" She sighed tossing some cuffs that the man had on him. "Freaks," she murmured not sure why they had such needs for so many. The girl she just silenced for good wasn't a comfortable thought on her mind but now it didn't matter three heads were now prepared for Zaxo the only one she cared for now was the Rodian. Thankfully the inside of the crowd was loud with music and people yelling for more dances the only issue was the front bouncer who was now coming to check the side. She waited by the door as he closed off the entrance and began to figure out what was going on. Asking the girls a question when suddenly he saw the chiss slip out a knife now being planted through his eye socket and crumpling up as well.

 

[Zaxo the Hutt]

[member="Jesh’irin’rurno"]

Inside of the club, the Rodian club owner blissfully went about his business, unaware of any commotion outside. "Are we having a good time, my friends?" he asked into the microphone, recieving a loud cheer in response. The loud noise of the people and the music easily drowned out any noise from outside, luckily for Irin. Letting the microphone drop onto the floor, Tiykoo put his arms around his Zeltron girls once more and started leading them back into the privacy of his office. "Let's enjoy the night while it lasts, ladies." the Rodian suggested, closing then locking the bullet and sound proof door of his office as he re-entered his roomy office with his female companions.

Meanwhile, one of Zaxo's informants had comprehensively observed the actions of Irin from some distance away, and immediately began reporting to Zaxo the Hutt. It seemed that for the time being, Irin was fully on-task and performing as instructed. Zaxo the Hutt then contacted Irin using the comlink he had given her previously. "I do not care whether or not you spare the clients at the club, Irin." he began. "But like I said, I want every single club worker dead, down to the very last girl." the hutt said into the com device. With that, the comlink communication ended.

"Would you like to try one of our complimentary drinks, miss?" said a voice behind Irin. The source of the voice was an orange-skinned, curvaceous Twi'lek girl who was carrying a tray of free samples of alcohol. The Twi'lek had yet to become cognizant of the dead bodies behind Irin, and cheerfully reached out to offer Irin the free drink. "We are giving special discounts at the Twilight Groove today." she added. Suddenly, the girl saw the fallen guard behind Irin and opened her mouth quickly, split seconds away from screaming for the back-up security.

 

[Jesh'irin'rurno]

A foot extended in front of her, less than stylish leather shoes glistening with grease as she began to take her first step in she could already hear the shouting people inside and cringed. "Why on earth people want staring at naked men and women to be a crowd experience is beyond me. No fun unless you get to be intimate with them, serious waste of money." Her eyes now scanned from back stage as she then heard the com-link go live with the voice of Zaxo blaring over it once again in that odious sound voice. The further instructions now making her stomach churn as she looked back at the girls who were now in a daisy chain of cuffs stuck to the outside wall. "Right," a deep sigh met her rather drear expression as she began to think of how many people that was going to involve. That was at least the four outside that were still left to finish and probably what ten not including the rodian this place was after all at the peak of it's time. "Kill all workers," slowly she strutted int from back stage leaving the girls that were outside she didn't care at this point anyone who would help them in Nar Shaddaa was far from this night club.

"Eighteen lives is what you are asking for you demented slug," she scowled now biting onto her lip as she began to contemplate how she would deal with such a massacre that would be attributed to her fancy blade work. "I hate that slug ..." She sighed now hearing a voice suddenly come up from behind her and blinking a bit stunned. "A drink," she laughed before looking back to the orange-skinned twi'lek girl. After she began to make a break to scream a hand cupped over her mouth and a blade slipped against her neck. "Now look sweetie I don't want to get into trouble there is only one person in this night club who really needs to die if I was to have it but if you scream I will slaughter you and all those girls out there." She whispered the knife now trailing up her lekku. "Or perhaps what they say about your lekku is true that you go brain damage if they were to be removed. Maybe I just skin those off instead and leave you here as a vegetable?"

"Now tell me that you will be a good little girl and take me to your manager?" She smiled now dancing her tongue up her cheek in a rather seductive manner. "Deal?" She waited for the Twi'lek to answer hoping she would make the safer choice.

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[Zaxo the Hutt]

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The orange Twi'lek girl held in captivity under Irin began shaking, understandably, out of fear. She had heard that Tiykoo had enemies, but she never thought the day would come when an assassin such as this Chiss woman would so abruptly appear out of nowhere and start murdering people. She grimaced when she felt the Chiss mercenary touching her cheek, tempted to scream. Certainly, her life was at stake at this point, but at the same time, her life also dependend heavily on Tiykoo and his establishment here. The twi'lek's mind started racing, trying to finalize a decision.

"You're not getting away with this..." the defiant Twi'lek girl hissed, although the fear was all too clear in her voice. Then, abruptly as she could, the Twi'lek attempted to slam her tray of drinks into the Chiss bounty hunter's face. After trying to take advantage of disorienting the mercenary, the Twi'lek then attempted to make a run for it, only to slip and fall down to the ground just a few feet away. She fearfully looked up at the knife-wielder, her green eyes conveying the shock and fear of the confrontation. She attempted to scream, but in her moment of shock, nothing escaped her mouth.

 

[Jesh'irin'rurno]

As she began to pick the least desirable outcome the chiss frowned watching as the drink tray fly toward her face she half dodged it mainly now being drenched in alcoholic beverages. "Looky honey please I will take care of you, you just have to calm down and trust me screaming will only get you and the rest of them killed which is what my employer wants." She sighed now descending upon the twi'lek sliding the blade into her mouth close to either side of her lips. "I don't want to kill you ... heck I don't really want to kill your boss but business sucks and he really shouldn't try and stiff his higher ups." She frowned, as the girl seemed to be a complete mess not even capable of screaming as the chiss now pulled her up in the air and began to choke the air out of her. "Now just take a little nap and I promise you all of this will be over soon and you won't have to worry anymore about an employer who will get you in trouble. She wouldn't continued to apply pressure upon the twi'lek's throat while stroking a lekku knowing that those were quite sensitive and attempting to calm her down.

She most likely would pass out shortly with some fighting thankfully dancers didn't really know how to fight back which would make it quite simple. All the while trying to keep the girl from getting herself cut on the knife after all she wanted to have a cute twi'lek companion they were nice room with when properly trained and shown good affection. "I'm sorry but they gave me no option," She then would drag her out of the club and lay her down next to the other dancers pulling out a tight wire and now adding her to the group that she was collecting.

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The twi'lek remained in her state of shock, as she gasped for breath while locked in the choking grasp of the Chiss mercenary. She had barely heard what the blue woman was telling her, and soon enough, the orange-skinned entertainer's eyes fluttered to a close. The girl passed out quickly, and crumpled to the ground, before being dragged off by the Chiss to wherever it was she was taking her.

"5000 credits, ladies and gentlement! Very much a discounted price, yes! Just 5000 credits for you to spend an hour in our ultra special and luxurious VIP club room!" said a booming voice over the noise of the crowd and music. "VIP room guarentees you unlimited access to our club's exclusive stash of drinks and spice, as well as entertainment access to our club owner Tiykoo's most cherished girls!" the voice said over the voice projector. "It's first come first serve, so if interested, please approach our VIP booth in the west section of our club!"

As the announcement finished, there was a flurry of excitement as several men approached the booth out of interest. Yet none of them was willing to step forward outright and pay the full-ticket 5,000 credits price. What they were hoping for instead was getting a glimpse of the owner's favorite galls, and if lucky, even the Rodian club owner himself, who always showed for greeting his VIP guest in private and personally introduced the girls himself. "Common folks, who wants to be the lucky one tonight?" the booth manager asked.

 

[Jesh'irin'rurno]

This was quite upsetting for the Irin, she didn't like using her own body to choke people from breathing but she couldn't just let the twi'lek compromise the job she was cute and quite loyal. She was jealous of that she looked to the other girls who now cowered from seeing what she just had done. "Now the rest of you keep quiet and you will live just give me a few minutes to deal with this employer and maybe set up your establishment once again under the proper authorities." She blinked hearing a loud voice boom through the bar mentioning the possible use of the luxurious VIP club the best part now being that he was offering it shared with himself. "This Rodian really does enjoy living the loud life now doesn't he well guess I should go talk with him a bit."

She began to wipe herself down and nodded realizing it might be a bit suspicious to have all the knifes she was carrying while also walking about the establishment. She sighed and looked around this exit closing the door so none of the ordeal she had just caused could be seen except from the outdoors. She sighed looking at her dagger and clothing deciding that the majority of it had to go. She began to strip off the armor leaving mainly nice under garments that she wore, something skin tight and flexible so not to interfere with her movement. with this she slipped the knife down the side nestled against her side the rest were wrapped up in her armor and then shoved into a relatively high to reach vent. "Don't worry sweets, mommy will come back for all of you." She continued to walk through the club now in search of any Rodians as she walked to the VIP booth in as naive and adorable of a look on her face.

She gave a few giggles before looking back to the man in the booth, "I-I umm am a really big fan of the club and well I can pay ummm I guess double if I could see the owner I always wanted to play along side the manager." She fluttered her eyes as she tried to play into this character she was playing.

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The booth manager eyed the Chiss girl suspiciously as she approached the booth. Another one of those drunk gals trying to flirt their way through things, he thought. Thus, when the girl offered to pay double, which was an astounding sum of 10,000 credits, the booth manager's eye was rather wide open in shock. She was either really out of her mind, drunk, or really desperately wanted to see the manager. "Well, then..." the manager began, as he took the credits from the otherwise innocuous looking young woman. "Follow me, down these stairs."

The manager led the Chiss down to the basement level, where the VIP suite awaited her. Taking out a key, the manager opened the door to the suite, keeping the door open so that the girl could go inside. "I'm sure the manager will be happy to accompany you. But please do remember, sweetheart, that Mr. Tiykoo has already quite a long line of admirers. Well, enjoy your time!" he said with a wink before closing the door behind Irin.

Inside the suite was a lengthy, plush red couch in the center of the room. Surrounding the couch was a magnificently gleaming table, with a variety of rather expensive looking booze laid out with glasses ready. In the corner of the room was a large cupboard, which contained a wide array of spices that were neatly arranged for immediate use. The most impressionable sight, however, would be the two stunningly beautiful Zeltron girls wearing just the bare essentials, waiting for Irin at the door, before grabbing her gently by the shoulder on either side and leading her slowly towards the couch. "Our master will be with you in just a few minutes, miss. Until then, you have free access to any of the items inside this suite, including us." one of the pink-skinned girls said cheerfully. "What would you like for us to do be doing while we wait for your host?" the other asked, keeping a half-bowing posture.

 

[Jesh'irin'rurno]

She smiled and snuggles in close to the manager acting a bit ditsy now as she continued following him as if she was nothing more than a bimbo attempting to flirt with someone, "I-I heard that night club owners are hot and just the best to become close with." She slowly slid over and whispered sounding a bit drunk as she then smiled at him. "I think it is because they know how to treat all the ladies." She smirked now walking along side him attempting fit in, it wasn't strange for her to conceal herself in such a fashion, but without her knives she was feeling a bit more naked than usual. As she watched the money disappear she sighed as this place wasn't going to be easy to get all that cash back. As the continued down the stairs she tried to act a bit out of her mind to help play it off as a sort of obsession with the Rodian.

"I-I know and I'm so jealous of all the other girls he sees," she pouted biting her lip sadly as she now was let into the room and left by the manager with a wink to enjoy herself while in the VIP suite. Looking about a bit shocked she then blinked and looked back as she saw two Zeltrons, beautiful with pink skin who now were staring directly at her making the situation a bit awkward as she was use to flirting with other girls but she frankly wasn't good this whole ordeal of seeing half naked girls let alone two that were insinuating that she ought to join them. "I-I'm ok I will just sit and wait ... for a bit." She took a few deep breathes putting her mind back on the job she felt the blade still rubbing against the leather she used to keep it from cutting into her side and attempted to hide her flusteredness which may have actually helped her position.

"I-I frankly was looking forward more to enjoying my host," she gulped while partially turning around to not face them fully. "I-I'm not really good with girls who aren't flustered from me hitting on them ..." She admitted as this was genuinely the truth. Head forward and weight for him, remember the job and the risks of failure. None of these girl seemed bad which was the moral dilemma that she faced in her position.

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