Evelynn Ostium
Crime Boss, Viper
Location: The Paradox Complex, Coruscant, Surface
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Alicio Organa
"NO you damned pile of Bantha crap," Evelynn shouted at a thug who had dropped for the fifth time in a row a box of highly refined Spice. The other thugs, nicknamed as 'Scales' for this mark of The Viper. The Viper was what Evelynn used instead of her name during deals and appearances in the crime worlds in the galaxy. Standing against a wall was a woman in a jacket and jeans with thick boots, a data pad in her hand. It was listing off the almost hundreds of shipments that were meant to be sent off and received. Natashen Marklow was Evelynn's top security expert on the tech front. Whilst not a real fighter, Nesty was a top skilled hacker, manipulator of data and was even skilled enough to disable a security grid without anyone noticing. Natashen knew better than to tick off Evelynn more than once.
Evelynn walked briskly to the clumsy thug and with a single yell of anger, used her long claws to deliver four deep gashes on the Duros' blue face. A ton of green blood began to run down his neck from his cheek. The same blood now dripped menacingly from her claws. The poor thug new better than to argue with his boss as she looked down on his half crumpled form. "Now, get your cheek patched up, then get these boxes moving!" her authoritative tone instantly got the terrified man to his feet and dashing for a safely kept box of quick medical supplies. With a hard huff, Evelynn began walking to the private lift to her pent house like office. "When that Organa boy turns up, get all of this out of sight and send him up," Evelynn told Natashen, who gave the snake eyed woman a quickly responsive nod.
Stepping inside the lift, Evelynn instantly pushed for her office. It was the one place that she could conduct business whilst feeling truly safe. Not just from her own personal defences, but the armed guards outside her doors, and the concealed turrets in her roof that activated at a press of a button in an emergency. Lining the long wall, was a one way window, the thousands of Airspeeders, lights and buildings stretching as far as the eye could see. Opposite was a large quantity of display cabinets and cupboards each holding rare and exotic trophies. Her personal favourites were: a death trooper helmet in exquisite condition, a Rancour claw and a Lightsaber that belonged to someone she once knew well. The very Kyber Crystal now sat on her curved desk with an Azurite and Sein Jewel. Each highly prized given the circumstance of their acquisition. Each of the chairs opposite her desk were of a fine material, the purple fabric of the utmost quality. Her own chair was even more so, given how often she sat in it.
The side door opened as a Twi'lek woman stepped out. Evelynn gave her a half tired, half annoyed look. The young woman was from her club, The Ruby Nexu. She was one of her favourites that she took extra careful of. "I'll be back in a bit. Got some work to do first," Evelynn said, her voice oddly calm and reassuring. Something that she was rarely. The woman nodded and walked back into the hidden bedroom and wardrobe. Grabbing a drink from her cooled cabinet at the back of the room, Evelynn poured herself a double of Raava before sitting down at her desk. A side screen showed her the point of the Paradox Complex's lobby and the point just outside her door, where two armed guards stood day in and out, rarely stepping away unless she was.
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Evelynn walked briskly to the clumsy thug and with a single yell of anger, used her long claws to deliver four deep gashes on the Duros' blue face. A ton of green blood began to run down his neck from his cheek. The same blood now dripped menacingly from her claws. The poor thug new better than to argue with his boss as she looked down on his half crumpled form. "Now, get your cheek patched up, then get these boxes moving!" her authoritative tone instantly got the terrified man to his feet and dashing for a safely kept box of quick medical supplies. With a hard huff, Evelynn began walking to the private lift to her pent house like office. "When that Organa boy turns up, get all of this out of sight and send him up," Evelynn told Natashen, who gave the snake eyed woman a quickly responsive nod.
Stepping inside the lift, Evelynn instantly pushed for her office. It was the one place that she could conduct business whilst feeling truly safe. Not just from her own personal defences, but the armed guards outside her doors, and the concealed turrets in her roof that activated at a press of a button in an emergency. Lining the long wall, was a one way window, the thousands of Airspeeders, lights and buildings stretching as far as the eye could see. Opposite was a large quantity of display cabinets and cupboards each holding rare and exotic trophies. Her personal favourites were: a death trooper helmet in exquisite condition, a Rancour claw and a Lightsaber that belonged to someone she once knew well. The very Kyber Crystal now sat on her curved desk with an Azurite and Sein Jewel. Each highly prized given the circumstance of their acquisition. Each of the chairs opposite her desk were of a fine material, the purple fabric of the utmost quality. Her own chair was even more so, given how often she sat in it.
The side door opened as a Twi'lek woman stepped out. Evelynn gave her a half tired, half annoyed look. The young woman was from her club, The Ruby Nexu. She was one of her favourites that she took extra careful of. "I'll be back in a bit. Got some work to do first," Evelynn said, her voice oddly calm and reassuring. Something that she was rarely. The woman nodded and walked back into the hidden bedroom and wardrobe. Grabbing a drink from her cooled cabinet at the back of the room, Evelynn poured herself a double of Raava before sitting down at her desk. A side screen showed her the point of the Paradox Complex's lobby and the point just outside her door, where two armed guards stood day in and out, rarely stepping away unless she was.
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