Public This Venue is Overbooked [Open]

[In Rhan]

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STATION LOUDSPEAKER

"Welcome, one and all to the humble birthweek celebration of The Most Benignant and Tasteful Lrungo the Hutt. It's a beautiful Zhellday to make some money, live it up, and sample all that the finest tastes in the Galaxy can afford - all here aboard the lovely, the singular, the unparalleled Lrungo's Celestial Palace! Let's all cheer, jeer, and exult, as we check our wordly concerns and weapons at the docks! Aside from those favorite customers holding a Aurum+ Lrungo's Favor Chit - you can hold onto your weapons if you have one of those, of course!"

"Now, because there is more going on than any one person - aside from The Most Seasoned and Bemused Lrungo the Hutt - to experience, it is my delight as the pit boss to point you towards areas where you might experience the impossible - more fun than you were already having. My name is Zapp Boomslang, and I have exclusive access to the station-wide PA system to make announcements like this."

"We are pleased to announce that Lrungo's Celestial Palace is now the eleventh largest Casino in the Midrim! Whether you'd like to try your hand at betting on the races, experience Holoduelers V, or simply experience the classic pleasures of cards at one of our many of our sabacc tables - the Casino will be sure to delight and amaze! Thrills at every turn, and bloodsport twice a day!"

"Once you've experienced the heart-pounding thrills of the Casino, be sure to quench your thirst - and other desires - at our premiere nightclub, Lrungo's Palms! Neon excitement, in-house music, and the occassional fight to the death; there's never a boring night in the Palms! The great love of your life - substance or otherwise - is waiting for you in Lrungo's Palms. The Security Team would like me to remind you all that the upper level of the Palms is for Aurum+ Favor Chit holders only."

"And what would a birthday party be without presents? At the top of every other hour, the Courageous and - dare I say - Provocative Lrongo the Hutt will be Auctioning off one of the many treasures from his bottomless vaults! Ships, guns, slaves, drugs and more! Perhaps obtaining one of these treasures might help you feel a touch of what it is like to be as wealthy and powerful as Lrongo himself! Even if you're broke, be sure to come by the Auctions for a look at what the finer life is like on your way to sample our complimentory airlock service!"

"But not likely. Listen up for more reports, notifications, and info from yours truly, Pit Boss Zapp Boomslang - it isn't JUST a good way to hear the news, it's absolutely compulsory for anyone without an Aurum+ Favor Chit! And remember: %99 of all gamblers quit before they win big!"

In hated everything about this place. First, it was a casino - she had a tendency to lose everything when she visited a casino, so she just didn't visit them. She hadn't had a choice this time, though. While refueling at a nearby station a couple of weeks ago, her ship had been stolen out from underneath her. She'd followed a series of similar robberies here, and found that The Dancer in Green was one of the many stolen items going up for auction. Such ships were apparently sold with the cargo and posessions still in them - part of the lure for the buyer was not knowing what a cargo vessel might contain, apparently. Security had been too tight to steal her ship back, even with Niysha's help. So they'd gone undercover. Arriving just before Sagacious Lrongo's Birthweek Celebration had meant they arrived while the Celestial Palace was scrambling to find, recruit, or conscript as many employees as possible. In had lied about her name, of course, but since arriving had learned that even that amount of care was entirely unneccessary. The security team was well-armed and populated, but almost hilariously inept at anything besides basic security thug activities and tracking who did and did not have an Aurum+ Favor Chit. Sure, they caught most weapons when smuggled onto the station. But the real dissuasion to smuggling weapons in was that the security team was likely packing twice as much heat as you, up to their ears in high-end combat steroids, and all itching to be the one who went above and beyond. It wasn't unheard of for Lrongo to bless the a security goon with an Aurum+ Favor Chit. Such a treasure was worth a century of the average guard's salary.

In wondered if she'd be granted one for pointing out any of the four bombs she'd seen planted around the station infrastructure. Maybe she could use it to buy her ship back and get the hell out of here. Maybe she could shove it down the throat of the obnoxious woman who kept abusing the loudspeaker to play at being some kind of radio starlet."

For the time being, the Pantoran woman's broad knowledge of industrial mechanics, plant care, and hyperlanes had qualified her to wear a skimpy outfit and deliver drinks to customers. In minced about the Casino floor with a tray of complimentary cocktails and designer spice to offer to customers at the tables - quietly listening into conversations and waiting for a chance to make her move. There were probably an ocean's worth of schemes, heists, and sabotage at play for this event, and if she backed the right one she might be able to escape in the chaos with her first mate and her ship.

It was as good a plan as any. Flashing her winningest smile, In approached a new-looking customer and offered a refreshment. "Welcome to the Casino! Might I have the pleasure of elevating your night in any way?"

OOC Thread

 

[Niysha]

Aurum+

There were very few times in Niysha's life that she'd intentionally worn anything more complex than a black cloth blindfold. Not only were they expensive and gaudy, but it seemed every single one of them she'd ever tried on was legitimately uncomfortable to wear. The one she was trying desperately and painfully to put on at the moment was a perfect example. It was some kind of hood-tiara mess that covered her hair, weighed too much, and the metal parts were digging into her sockets. Just an awful experience from top to bottom.

When she managed to arrange it to pinch the least she could manage, Niysha turned down to the mostly unconscious man at her feet, stuffed into a public refresher stall. "When you wake back up, try cloth. I promise it's much comfier." The man gurgled in response. He'd likely pass out within a minute or two. Niysha was relatively sure she hadn't hit any of his most important nerve clusters or done any permanent damage, but she needed to make sure that the magnanimous Sanas, official representative of Voidtech Holdings, wasn't going to be getting up any time soon. She might've managed that a little too well.

While Sanas' suit was a bad fit for her, Niysha had managed to procure one of her own. The hood had a tag explaining it was "Primary: White - Secondary: Red," and taking Sanas' credit wallet had made it exceptionally easy to find a fashion store on Lrungo's ludicrously extravagant space yacht that could provide her with a sharp-looking outfit to match it. Considering the two of them were probably the only Miraluka on the entire boat, she could easily pass for him, provided she had his headdress.

At least long enough to get close to the Dancer.

Niysha made her way into the opulence and comfort of the Aurum+ lounge with only a minor incident, solved by a literal wave of her hand. The magic she'd used this time was, of course, more conventional; who needed the Force when you had the strongest weapon in the galaxy? And even after a generous bribe, she still had thousands of fluid credits left on-hand without dipping into Sanas' accounts.

The only (conscious) Miraluka on the ship mentally kicked herself as she relaxed in an overstuffed chaise in the spacious and wildly over-decorated Aurum+ room. She needed those accounts in case they needed to actually win the auction for the ship. Not that that was plan A, but Niysha wasn't going to let In Rhan down by not coming twice as prepared as she needed to be.

 

[Loomi]

Aurum+ Casino
Tags: Open

Epo-1, Lushi, Seydan Toth: Appearance​

"And what would a birthday party be without presents? At the top of every other hour, the Courageous and - dare I say - Provocative Lrongo the Hutt will be Auctioning off one of the many treasures from his bottomless vaults! Ships, guns, slaves, drugs and more!"

"Right... springing the auction should be no issue at all..." Loomi muttered. "What's the status of the Redwind?"

"She's ready for a speedy departure," Seydan Toth noted. "Right now we just gotta focus on gettin in and makin moves. Well, you do, I suppose. I'm just a bodyguard."

"...Understood."

It was strange no longer being a padawan. Typically this wasn't the sort of mission that she attended, let alone took active roles in. Today, however, she would assume the role of Lady Atelle, the noble daughter of a diplomat in the Core. It was a little true, after all, just a very gross misunderstanding of the mother she had just reconnected with. Armed with her extravagant dress, sporting a fluffy cloak that was only slightly impairing her vision, she entered the Casino and naturally found her way to the lounge. All they had to do to keep their weapons on them was some stupidly named Aurum+ Lrungo's Favor Chit... a bit crass. Then again, these weren't exactly the shining stars of galactic society. With luck, the extra perks may help them locate where the slaves were being held faster.

It was all a little too easy. Then again, they stole a pair off a man who was very clearly too intoxicated to fight back. If he was coming here than he likely deserved to be robbed.

The casino's bar was a natural place to start. Sit down, pretend to drink, listen in on some info. As she did, an older gentlemen made his way over with a satchel clutched in his hands. Loomi rolled her eyes as she felt the strength of what lie within, clearly the essance of a psychedelic. Chances were...

"You look young... I can offer a first time deal on deathsticks for the young lass..."

Deathsticks. She saw that coming from a mile away. Seydan was quick to step between them, fulfilling his role as her 'bodyguard.'

"Move along," he barked. "Miss Atelle has no interest in your second hand gruel-"

"Relax, Mister Toth," Loomi giggled. "It's rather charming. I enjoy a little amusement here and there..."

"Miss Atelle..."

"Ah, very well then," she sighed. "Sorry, but I'm afraid I have rather high standards. You can take your filth and leave my sight, please and thank you~"

With a shove from Seydan the man was quick to disperse with a grumble. Loomi felt a knot in her stomach loosen as she shifted her attention away from the random drug dealer. She wasn't a big fan of this 'rich girl' persona at all. She had rehearsed it with Seydan for roughly a week and it still made her want to vomit. Even so, freeing slaves was her top priority.

She could suffer a little to see it through...

No more than a few moments here, then it was off to the VIP lounge.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

Aurum+ lounge

If the flashing colours and bright lights every few steps weren't enough, the people who attended Lrungo's birthday party alone were enough to give Razmir a headache. An extremely diverse crowd of shapes and sizes, wrapped in overly-ostentatious and downright gross crimes against every sensible standard of fashion.

Cardinal, Razmir's much, much taller—and some might argue more handsome—friend and crew member didn't seem to have quite as much trouble with the crowds. He was humoring Raz with the occasional mhms and ahas as he complained about the fashion sense of the visitors around them.

The Neimoidian, wrapped in more aurodium than the Great Vaults of Cato Neimoidia likely banked, sparkled brighter than a supernova under the flashing, multi-spectrum lights. Two groups over, the Trandoshan had apparently mistaken a still-living carcass for appropriate cocktail-party attire. And that woman who'd just entered the lounge, her headpiece didn't match her suit in the slightest. Which tailor had let her walk out of their store wearing both carmine and burgundy?

Razmir scoffed into his glass, filled with a heavily glittering pink and soapy liquid. He placed it to his lips, then reconsidered when he got a whiff of the smell it gave off, which might have actually been some luxury brand soap.

His gaze lingered on that clashing burgundy and carmine. That type of mismatch implied either a very gullible buyer, a desperate rush-job, or a clever way to make people underestimate you. Either way, it was highly unusual for clientele of this caliber, and Raz hadn't quite decided which of the hypothesis applied here, but he certainly favoured one over the others.

Actually, Raz looked closer. Was that woman blind?

Razmir set his glass down on the small table Cardinal and him were occupying, and grinned.

"Hey Card, be back with you in a moment," he said, tapping the taller man's shoulder.

"What are you about to do?" Cardinal asked.

Raz wasn't sure if the concern in Card's voice was for his safety, or that of the person Raz was about to go and bother.

"Saw someone trying to revive Ghor formalism. You know how I get about anyone who remembers Ghorman fashion. Just going to pop over and say hello, maybe ask about their tailor. Won't take long, you know me," Raz gave the man an innocent grin, and started towards the blind woman before Cardinal get a word out in response.

He dodged several waitresses wearing their own versions of criminal dress, and stopped by the blind woman, tapping her shoulder gently.

"I'm sorry to bother you miss, but when you were choosing fabrics for your suit...did you have that headdress with you during the fitting?"

---directly: Niysha

In Rhan Loomi Corazona von Ascania Nekana Quane

 

[Niysha]

It was exceptionally difficult to surprise Niysha. She saw someone approaching from behind with intent seconds before he actually physically managed to touch her, but given his intent wasn't overtly hostile, it wasn't worth preventing. Her tone and expression weren't even particularly surprised when she turned; frankly, a lot of people tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention in public spaces.

"Hmm? Oh, hello." Her response was practically sleepy. Niysha wasn't a great actress, but she knew how to fall into a couple of the classics. In this case, "dreamy seer." It actually wasn't that far off from normal, just more lackadaisical. "As a matter of fact, I wasn't. The suit is new and I had to change before the honorable Lrongo's party."

The man being so close meant she got a pretty decent look. He was a slightly brighter spark than the rest of the room around him, but just slightly. The Force might have been more than casually aware of him, but he wasn't as sharp as In. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, deep and dark in ways that Niysha was exceptionally well-acquainted. Violent edges, but thick, sinewy shades through his core... almost reminiscent of Lord Adekos, in ways. Dangerous to play against, but with no malice the moment.

At least, none that she could detect.

"...Oh Bogan, please tell me the colors aren't mismatched. That would be the third time this month," the Miraluka offered with her best attempt at earnest vanity.

Her attention was, of course, very divided. There were dozens of people in the VIP lounge. Hutt guards and serving girls and high rollers, of course, but judging by the bright, Light aura at the door, she'd have a Jedi to contend with soon. She could use this dull spark as cover, probably. All she needed to do was keep him engaged. An ignorant human shield against whatever was about to walk in the door.

Her face turned down into a picture of mild, resigned depression. "Tell me, how bad is it? I'm afraid I have to expect the worst. Violet? Orange?"

Razmir Tezhyn Loomi

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Aurum+ Casino

The Iridonian Zabrak sat at the end of the bar watching everyone flood in dressed prim and proper being escorted by a pantoran woman who seemed out of place, or was that him? Most of these party goes were poking out like some of the colorful plants that could be found littered in fields on his home world, all mostly poisonous, which was probably also an accurate description of the people attending this event. Vyn however did not fit into the stereo type, he wasn't even dressed up, no this young man wore a white button up, black slacks, and dress shoes to fit. His blaster hung from his hip and under his left sleeve seemed to be something bulkier, his "Equal Handshake"

He watched individuals start to mingle amongst themselves, twirling the Aurum+ Favor Chit his hand He broke that depressed smile he always wore around, though to anyone who asked he would always claim it was part of his natural smile, only people who knew him well could tell if he was bluffing about that or not. He thought about the events that had led up to this extravaganza. Drifting for months, only to have one of his most prize possessions taken from him, an exceedingly rare Cortosis vibro blade, and one of the only connections to his past he actually kept with him. He quickly made a trail of bodies that led him, back to Nar Shaddaa, there he learned from an old friend that worked with him while he was in the employ of a different Hutt, that it was most likely stolen to be reauctioned for this Birthweek of Lrungo's.

One favor lead to him calling in a few more and now he was here standing on Lrungo's personal flying tin can of evil deeds. He watched as one of the guards stood place in the corner watching the entrance to the Aurum+ Lounge which was his next stop on the list, yeah... these guys were going to be annoying, all he wanted was his fething vibro blade back, and while he was willing to rip every guard on this ship a new one to get it back, he needed to find it first, then decided if violence was necessary.

Vyn watched on from the line as an intoxicated individual was ran into by a clumsy rich girl... typical people like this paying no mind. No, Vyn's head tilled without his near cybernetic augments no one would have caught that little peel, he thought about rating them out and using it as a distraction but just then a dealer was shut down by Loomi , or more accurately the girls much bulkier bloodhound. The dealer and another of his associates then approached the line into the lounge, talking to a couple who jumped at the chance before making his way to Vyn "Hey man, you look like you could handle more than one of these, and if you have that chit you got money right? buy a few and your night will be even better ya hear!"

Only Vyn's eyes peered down at the individual, he thought about simple socking him and leaving him on the ground for security, but that would just be another set back. Vyn's raspy voice cut through the crowd like fire on a cold night "Speak to me again and I'll pull out your spine and turn your friend into a puppet with it... ya hear?" God's he hated people sometimes, interacting with them was even worse as he would some times take it to the extreme if he was annoyed, though the look they both sprouted before briskly walking away was enough amusement. He then stopped the couple that had made the purchase and looked towards the girl and her friend. "Excuse me but I'm actually waiting for my two friends over there, you wouldn't mind if the cut the line right?" The couple seemed mortified of him, who even talks like that? They both nodded swiftly as Vyn beckoned over to Loomi and her friend he figured if he had to be near people at least they were interesting.

In Rhan Niysha Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Vikai Caznä]

Sprawling lights, dancing delights, and frightful lifes being lost in the depravity of gambling. Vikai was in the correct place - at least, the correct for the job she had taken. What would that be? The assassination of a minor and meager high-roller and indebted gambler by the name of Shibai Sleezboori. A passing thought was also given by Vikai; who names these people? Their parents must have not loved them. That was the only reasonable answer. Regardless, she had her task given by a criminal syndicate. If the low life could play the tables of this luxurious casino, but not pay back a forty-thousand credit debt, then he may as well been dead the moment he borrowed - this was at least what Vikai thought. Not that it mattered to her what the reason or morality of any of it was. Why? Because she needed ship repairs for her piece of junk 'The Brick'. Unfortunately for Shibai, the reaper has come to collect it's expensive toll.

The Sith's ship came landing down into the landing dock-bay of the Celestial Palace, and soon Vikai begun to ready herself for the task ahead; which took awhile, to note. If the rusty and grime covered outside of her ship may have hinted to what may have been inside, it was true. Trinkets, baubles, junk, and trash littered the inside of her transport, personal home, and lair of evil. What was worse than a recluse hermit? A recluse hermit that lived in their ship, far away from the practicalities of stationary living. Vikai never minded though. The mess was worth the chance to traverse the stars. Vikai, after brief struggle and search, collected everything she needed for her paid murdering. A vial of poison, a poisoned dart. If both of those failed to kill the target though, she had the most potent poison of them all; a blade of plasma which wasn't very healthy to enter your body. Next was preparations of making herself 'presentable'. This was the most hard part, truthfully. She had to search amongst piles of clothing, masks, and dark cloaks to find something suitable. In the end she managed to find herself a delicate bronze mask alongside a thin black shawl that was paired with equally black clothing. Black on black on black with only a touch of ugly bronze. Somebody like Razmir Tezhyn could easily point out this outfit as not fitting for a den of delights, and definitely not for a birthday. As for Loomi and Niysha .... Well, this was the most apparent Sith ever, and even if they did not assume that right away, it was easy to assume this masked figure would be up to no good. Vikai did not care and equally did not actually know this, though! With everything hidden and readied, she stepped off her ship and begun to stride to the entrance of the casino, ready to enter.

"No masks unless you have Aurum+." OH! In her rush to get inside, she forgot the Aurum+ Card she was given by the syndicate. She quickly turned back and dashed off to her ship, collecting up her card. As she rushed back to the door, the door's guard had a look of deadpan annoyance. This strange, darkly clad figure landing on a rust bucket with a Aurum+ card. This was trouble, but the guard did not care. He was being paid barely enough to actually care. With a lazy motion, Vikai was granted passage within the decadent halls.

Vikai worked quick. There was no pleasure to be found in business, and she was entirely on business right now. She was deft to weave through crowds, avoiding the highest shoulders and the shortest heads all about. She always kept arms at her side and her head low, but this doesn't mean she wasn't observant. No only was she looking for Shibai, a Caskadag male, but also on the look out for those who could impede her. Hutt guards, other possible hunters, and any and all unknowable factors that may come into play. She made strides through the gambling tables and golden wheels where thousands of credits were gained and lost in split seconds, and found herself to where she needed to be: The VIP lounge.


First she was stopped at the door by the guards, but that was quickly casted aside with a flick of her hand. Not due to any sort of force ability, but only because she flashed her Aurum+ card. A practical little thing really. As she stepped within the opulent lounge of greed and gluttony, her dulled orangish-yellow scanned and searching, seeking the one she came for. No dice at first. "Tch..." With a swift, curt step she was off once more, soon finding herself at the end of the bar. She claimed a stool for herself as she sat down, slouching some as her arms propped up onto the bar's counter. "One water." Was practically demanded from the Bartender behind the counter who granted Vikai a befuddled, if not amused look. Without any sort of argument to her choice, he was off to go fill a glass for her. In this time her eyes once more begun on their search, crossing over each and every soul in the room. Still no sight of her target, but she did catch glimpses of barely notable figures in the room. Some of the highest high rollers, and other notable figures, primarily Niysha. A strange sight, seeing what was supposedly a blind woman. Vikai's eyes lingered a touch too long.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

"Colour's the least of your concerns, dear, though if you must know your tailor matched burgundy with carmine" Raz began, stepping around the woman to fully inspect the suit.

"This is a Corellian cut pretending to be Ghorman formalism," Raz lightly pulled the fabric of the suit's shoulders, feeling emboldened by her clearly vulnerable personality. "These are entirely too padded. Too broad, too militaristic for what that headdress is going for."

He took her hand and turned it one way and another, inspecting the sleeves. "I don't even know what this is supposed to be. Aurodium-plated cufflinks paired with an electrum-finish headdress? Who thinks of this barbarism?"

Finally, he took a step back, inspecting the getup from headdress to shoes.

"Nine Corellian hells the proportions. For this type of cut, the trousers are clearly too short. And that jacket can't decide if it wants to dip below the waistline or stay way clear of it. I'm so sorry to be the bearer of bad news but your tailor is trying to get you killed with this atrocity."

Razmir dug around in his pocket and produced a small business card, about the size of a credit chip. He took the woman's hand and placed it there, assuming she wouldn't see him offering it. The card looked almost like the real deal, too. Downright authentic, if you squinted. The genuine article, if you were blind.

"Here, that's the card of my tailor. If this is the third time something like this has happened, please, talk to him. He's a professional, someone I'd trust with my life."

That part wasn't a lie. The bit about his tailor. He did trust that man with his life. The card, though, was a huttaburger loyalty card with the paint bleached off and an illegal slicer's chip worked into it.

If left long enough in someone's wallet, specifically in close proximity to their banking cards, it'd slowly work on those encryptions and copy the holder's details once cracked. Those details would then get transferred to the chip's localized electronic storage unit for later retrieval.

"I can tell you more over a drink, if you have time." Raz eyed the bar, where a masked stranger had been staring at them for an entirely inappropriate length of time. "Someone over by the bar's been staring at you something fierce, anyhow. I'm not imposing am I? Were you expecting to meet someone there?"

---directly: Niysha Vikai Caznä

Loomi Vyn Daldoure In Rhan

 

[In Rhan]

Niysha was the belle of the ball, it seemed. And why would't she be? She cut a handsome figure in a suit, and she had heavy-roller credentials.

The premium bar above was Lrungo's Palms filling up quite quickly with all sorts of ne'er do wells. Ordinarily, a new hire like In wouldn't be allowed up there with the Aurum+ holders - for fear that she might not know what she was doing and offend one, or more realistically, that she was had gotten the job specifically to get close to the VIPs for some reason. Which, to be fair? Exactly what she was doing. If somebody was planning to make a move, it'd be one of them - or targeting one of them.

Honestly, having those stupid VIP passes be transferable was just asking for all manner of chicanery. Though it worked for her plans now, In couldn't help but doubt the wisdom of a system where a rival Hutt could murder people holding your actual favor, and then hand those passes to their assassins. Lrongo was either the dumbest Hutt she'd ever heard of, or she just didn't have a brain capable of doing the 5 Dimensional Turbo-Chess calculations necessary to understand.

The bartender who was supposed to be supervising her shot In a withering look before growing an order in Huttese. "Lada doogi slungo. Tee-toomi wanna wungo. Et choota!"

Normally In would have told him to go stuff it, but she couldn't afford to lose this chance to work in the VIP lounge. It was also rather hard to take a stand for your own dignity while you were dressed up like a party favor. In had worn bathing suits with more coverage than the skimpy one-piece they had waitresses wear in this dump. "Cho-kun hubba!" The Pantoran woman replied with thick, saccarine sweetness.

Noting how young the dark-dressed woman looked, In went out of her way to find a nice-looking, chilled glass and fill it with crystal-clear water. She included a smaller, separate bowl with ice, and two slices of citrus for flavor if desired. She then minced over to where Vikai Caznä sat and set the prepared 'just water' before her. "One glass, prepared with respect, honored customer. How else might I elevate your evening?" The lanky Pantoran dancer asked through only slightly clenched teeth.

 

[Niysha]

The exceedingly poppin' Aurum+ Lounge

Force sight wasn't mind reading. While someone's aura was often indicative of their mood and personality, it didn't often offer much insight into their intentions. Fortunately, Niysha was quite experienced scanning for hostile intent, checking for guards, hiding from law enforcement, figuring out which of her masters was in a truly bad mood today, and other such important survival skills. This man's intentions were far more clouded than most fuming Sith Lords tended to keep - con men, Niysha found, were often exceptionally good at foiling telepathy - but those clouded intentions were, themselves, a tell.

Unfortunately for her, paint and color were two things she was doomed to be ignorant of for the rest of her life. Veiled intent meant he was up to something, but she couldn't sense his scheme than she could figure the color of his eyes. Important to the caper, she needed to be at least a little in-character. "If your man is better than the feckless ruffians that run things around here, then he'll have my absolute trust. Truly, I've met more well-groomed Gammoreans, to say nothing of the stench."

This was actually kind of disgusting. Like, a little bit. At a personal level. Niysha had no idea how wealthy people even managed to sleep at night, even if they did get to do it on enormous stacks of satin-lined credits with a half-dozen nubile imported lasses. Many of theme were likely here to top up and, while it wasn't their objective, Niysha knew that In wouldn't exactly begrudge her a bit of indulgent freedom-mongering. It was, after all, the final and most important line of the Code.

"I am expecting an attache at some point, but I've no idea when she'll be here. Or where, honestly," the overdressed Miraluka responded, shifting as discretely as possible to adjust that damn veil. The metal just could not stop digging into her sockets. "In the meantime I do think I could adore a drink, and if you're keen to join me, then I shall avail you of my most gracious and humble company, Mister...?"

As she moved towards the bar, towards the lass who was giving her the stink-eye, and towards - Oh! In was here! Excellent, that meant they could catch up in a couple of minutes and plan the next step - a very crowded bar, Niysha took one last swimming pass at the room. The door was still crowded. One... well, Niysha was pretty sure no one else knew it was a Jedi, but still. One Jedi had managed to gum up the entire entryway for an impressive amount of time. If she'd known it was this easy to shut down a Hutt's steady flow of traffic, Niysha might've come mask-off and just let In ride the chaos.

Speaking of... the lady In was talking to was also possessed of a singularly intense aura. There was a level of intensity expected of a trained practitioner, a kind of definition. Much like Tilon Quill , this young lady explicitly lacked the hallmarks of complete training, but had enough under her belt for her aura to be more vivacious, more lively than an untapped potential like In's. Rather than defined, it seemed to run... cold? Chilled and detached. Frozen, whether in malice or fear, it was difficult to tell. She didn't seem hostile though, no matter how dark, so Niysha didn't think that In was in any immediate danger.

Three Force-users in one room? They hadn't planned for that. She might need to warn In when she got a chance. It could complicate things, or else be an extremely valuable asset. If there was anything rogue space wizards were good at, it was making a lot of noise and attracting the attention of every guard within a kilometer. That was exactly the type of thing they'd need to get the Dancer off this stupid superyacht.

Att: Razmir Tezhyn
Nearby: In Rhan Vikai Caznä
Not Quite Here Yet: Loomi Vyn Daldoure

 

[Loomi]

Aurum+ Casino
Tags: Vyn Daldoure

Epo-1, Lushi, Seydan Toth: Appearance​

.... Well, this was the most apparent Sith ever, and even if they did not assume that right away, it was easy to assume this masked figure would be up to no good. Vikai did not care and equally did not actually know this, though! With everything hidden and readied, she stepped off her ship and begun to stride to the entrance of the casino, ready to enter.

"Should I..." Seydan began.

"Too much to handle right now," Loomi muttered. "Just... stick to the original plan and anticipate... whatever is going on there..."

And speaking of things that they were going to need to anticipate...

They both nodded swiftly as Vyn beckoned over to Loomi and her friend he figured if he had to be near people at least they were interesting.

"Well... what do we think he wants?" Loomi asked.

"No clue," the Togruta noted, rubbing his chin. "Can't say folks are usually the beckoning types around here, little Kahuha... I'd say the vibes are weird, like dewback thrown in a zero chamber with a bloody rancor weird."

"I have no idea what that means, but I think I get what you're saying," the Godoan frowned. "Maybe we should see if we can get any intel off of him..."

Cautiously, Loomi made her way over. Seydan, of course, followed close behind, his shoulders squared up in a typical bodyguard-like way. The Godoan Jedi Knight scooped up a drink from a server as they passed, though she was in no way going to drink it. It was just something idle to futz around with in her hands.

"Aren't you curious," she expressed to the Zabrak, appraising the stranger in a manner that fit the character she was playing. "A bit of an odd way to get someone's attention, don't you think? Most people take the initiative and offer to buy you a drink..."

She twisted her inflection to sound mostly apathetic, but slightly curious. Something to start with that maybe could lead somewhere beneficial if he was looking to blabber. They may get something important...

 

[Vikai Caznä]

Nerves.

This was always something that Vikai had. She was not tempered or stalwart in spirit and mind. Worse of all, at least for her, was the fact she unconsciously expressed this. A fingerless gloved hand was brought down onto the bar's counter, and soon her black painted, jagged nails begun to claw against the marble that costed far more than even her ship. It was a nervous tick, to scratch and scratch until her nerves were ripped apart. It never worked.

The moment her dulled, shadowed gaze was caught upon by Razmir Tezhyn , that intricate bronze mask of her snapped away from the pair. A shrill, raspy huff escaped from under the mouth, "Hprmnh...." The nerves did not settle down. Especially not the moment she heard the patter of footsteps nearing from afar, the sounds of Razmir and Niysha nearing. There was no point staying around at the bar any longer. It was time to get out of-

"One glass, prepared with respect, honored customer. How else might I elevate your evening?" Oh. She had just remembered. She had ordered water. Why did she order water? She was wearing a fecking mask. Slowly, Vikai's head craned upwards from her stare upon the marble, the sort of tilt upwards a scorned dog would make as it sought sympathy from it's master, despite the fact it knew it did something wrong. Intense, eyes of yellow met upon In Rhan . Beneath that mask In could see the calloused eyebags that surrounded those large, expressive eyes of her's, broken up by a scar under one of them. A moment of silence was shared between the two before a response was given. A awkward, unatural silence. It bridged between the type of silence that happens before a predator pounced upon it's prey, and the silence that happens during a child's first class presentation. Suddenly the grinding of nails halted as a raspy, low voice beckoned out.

"... Do I -look- like I need anything else?" It may have broken the awkward silence, but it only got replaced with something snippy and crass. Though, this was common in the service industry, unfortunately. Vikai spoke with a unmeasured doze of venom put in her words, as if it was lashed out as a split moment's defense, than entirely intended. The expressionless mask suddenly tilted some to the side after In was given a proper look over once, her head not moving as she inspected the bartender. What was it that Vikai was searching for - and more importantly, what did she find? Did she feel In's sensitivity? Or was it perhaps some sort of mannerisms she expressed? Or maybe it this was just the first blue person Vikai has ever seen. That'd be a very stupid reason - "You are different." Her voice did not soften, but it did relent, and drop the snippy and aggressive part. It may have been genuine curiosity that had taken her. "What is it...." She mumbled off the final part to herself, voice barely audible due to the mask.

At least this curiosity briefly snuffed out the nerves.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Vyn watched as the duo talked amongst themselves, the other woman however nearly triggered his fight response. It was still a strange feeling, seeing a Sith and not having a kill order on a data pad in his back pack, His family history, his service with the NIO what seems like an entire life time ago. Only after he was spoken too did he realize his adrenal implant had subconsciously kick in, and his blaster arm was a mere inches from loosing the weapon towards the newest arrival. He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself back down. Even if killing Sith was an urge trained and programmed into him, he was missing several tools that were necessary to do so.

Looking over to Loomi and her Torgruta Companion she was accompanied by.

"Aren't you curious," she expressed to the Zabrak, appraising the stranger in a manner that fit the character she was playing. "A bit of an odd way to get someone's attention, don't you think? Most people take the initiative and offer to buy you a drink..."

Hmm He swayed his head side to side Looking at the glass of Correllian Whiskey she'd swiped from the waiter and then back to her, his eyes were a deep turquois green, and they darted around as he inspected her and Seydan. Was it a con? Maybe they were looking to pull some credits from some super drunk, super rich party goers.

"Sorry, the only parties I've ever been to usually only come with public officials, boring chats about stocks, and ballroom dancing. So if you'd like to dance I'll oblige but, this doesn't seem like the correct scene for that." He then pointed to the drink in her hand "Also we typically leave the hard liquor on the ships... all politicians are bad drunks for some reason."

The line moved once again, The Zabrak taking a step backwards. "What about you then?" He closed the distance that separated Loomi and Seydan from himself whispering to them "Why does a rich girl like you need to... bump... into a favor chit instead of simply walking onto the station with one? Just for the kicks?" Vyn never liked beating around the bush... he'd rather just drop a lit bundle of matches in and see what flies out.

Vikai Caznä Niysha In Rhan Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Loomi]

Aurum+ Casino
Tags: Vyn Daldoure

Epo-1, Lushi, Seydan Toth: Appearance​

"Why does a rich girl like you need to... bump... into a favor chit instead of simply walking onto the station with one? Just for the kicks?"

Well, that fell apart fast. This guy had been paying a little too much attention. Seydan took a step forward, but Loomi held up her hand, letting out a sigh.

"Don't make a scene..." she muttered.

What did she even do in this scenerio? One wrong move and her cover was blown. No way they'd save even a single slave if that were to happen. The Godoan traced the rim of her glass as she pondered the correct course of action.

"You should know by now nobody here is what they seem," Loomi noted in a hushed tone. "Everyone is here for something... as are you, I imagine. I'm not exactly looking to make what I'm here for the main act. I'm concerned with lives, not credits. Clearly I should have been more discrete about the matter."

The way she saw it, if the Zabrak wasn't going to beat around the bush neither should she. If he was here to light matches then she would tread over them and keep her head held high. After all, more was at stake.

Now was the time to make a deal.

"What is it that you want?" she asked. "I'm... open to negotiate. There's too much at stake for me to simply bow out..."

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Vyn Watched the young girl and her companion tense up, he however held the posture he’d had, only back up a little before nodding. Great, they were good doers. He didn’t exactly have an agenda, no this one just wanted his belongings back.

“Relax. If I was gonna rat you out I wouldn’t have bothered to call you over, but it seemed like you wanted in to this lounge and truth be told I’m not the best with people so the company is nice.”
He fiddled with his hair which was done back in a singular short but thick braid. “I’m looking for a family heirloom. It’s also probably my most prized possession, and I’m willing to scuttle this boat to get it, though it’s hope that isn’t the case.”

The line moved again as the bouncer for the lounge halted Vyn first. He immediately reached towards the holster Vyn was wearing, his wrist snatched by the Zabrak, who was holding the token in his other palm. A force smile followed by the guard pulling arm away and ushering Vyn through. He waited for Loomi and her companion in the entrance to the lounge.

This place really did attract all types, a Miraluka being hustled, a man doing the hustling, the Pantoran he’d seen earlier, and lastly the Sith woman he’d seen just minutes before. And for a turn of events he was actually happy to have force users surrounding him, this place was a pressure oven waiting to have a critical failure.

He watched as In Rhan pass by as he swiped a half empty Glass from her tray killing the liquor in one shot.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

The typical attendee at these functions lived to show off the expensively veiled pleas for praise they called 'high fashion'. Even the more ruthless business sharks had that need to be constantly complimented buried somewhere deep down. An enterprising fashion expert could, oh, clinically dissect their external shortcomings to the point where they bought anything that promised to make their emotional bruises all better. The fashion critic bit rarely failed.

But typical attendee wasn't exactly the impression he got from this woman. She did sell the part of an, admittedly somewhat self-conscious, business mogul, but there was the hint of a layer beneath that. Something about the condescension directed toward the other guests...

He registered a request for his name that took precedent.

"Tyrell. Mesan Tyrell," Razmir introduced himself. "Your company is sure to save me from a most dull evening, Miss...?"

They passed Cardinal's table on their way to the bar and Raz gave him quick look, brow raised, which roughly communicated 'are the others ready yet?' Cardinal answered a 'not yet' by subtly shaking his head.

Usually delays like that would've vexed Raz, being a stickler for adhering to strict timelines, but he'd already expected their plans to be delayed. Security had been more prominent all over the yacht than they'd initially assumed, so he'd been inclined to look for a distraction. He fancied himself something of a busy-body and hated twiddling his thumbs while he waited for his crew to finish their preparations.

Though, he hadn't entirely anticipated that he might end up with a second, wholly separate score in the form of a clueless businesswoman whose fashion was routinely victimized by her tailors. A distraction that was little more involved than he might have liked, but so far everything pointed towards an easy, untaxed bonus to this job's payout.

Once they reached the bar, Raz picked out two seats, separated from Vikai Caznä by one solitary, empty barstool. He briefly brushed theirs clean and waited until his companion was seated before sitting down himself. A little consideration could go a long way with the right people.

He flagged down their bartender, and called his order over the background noise of the steadily busier lounge.

"For me a Coronet, and for my companion..." he trailed off, glancing toward Niysha .

---directly: In Rhan

Loomi Vyn Daldoure

 

[In Rhan]

In was all to eager to give the sketchy, glaring woman in the mask her distance. This job was a never-ending parade of people who treated her like she was invible - or worse, noticed her presence and made life difficult for her. If only she'd been able to sneak aboard with a cool disguise like Niysha , maybe she wouldn't have had to deal with this nonsense. That said... Niysha didn't look like she was doing so hot. Being noticed, being a curiosity meant somebody might grok to your malfeasance sooner rather than later.

It occurred to In that it was only a matter of time until somebody noticed Niysha didn't have makeup on. The Miralukan woman wouldn't have thought to (or be able to, really) put it on herself, but there was no way a wealthy Miralukan would be caught in a social event like this with just lipstick.

"Am I different?" In asked Vikai Caznä with mildly saccharine - and sarcastic - surprise. "I suppose it must be this fantastic outfit and my tendency to ask honored customers stupid questions about needing anything else. I sincerely apologize for wasting your precious time." With the Creators as her witness, In swore she'd never, ever wind up in a position like this again. Being a janitor or a dancer would have been better than interfacing with wealthy customers in this miserable temple to inequity. "If you'll excuse me, madam...?" In asked expectantly. "I have more customers to disappoint, and I am not allowed to leave this conversation without your blessing."

As a tall, frightening-looking Iridonian lingered nearby, and her supervisor was glaring. In offered a tray with the flash of a friendly smile and a wink, profoundly thankful that Vyn Daldoure took a drink from her tray. Being a bad waitress was almost as bad as being a good one. Ideally, no part of the chain of command would pay her any mind.

Hmm. That big guy had a strap of thermal detonators and smoke bombs. Useful to know, in case things popped off - or she needed to prompt them to. In turned her attention back to the masked woman, offering a pleading smile as she was summoned by another customer. "Excuse me." Why did so many people besides her have a damn premium pass?! "Coming right up, sir!"

In stepped behind the bar and got to work. Thankfully, it was a relatively simple cocktail - In had only ever been a barback, and in much seedier joints than this one. Two chilled sherry glasses, hit with a spiral pattern of thick, mildly sweet-tart berry syrup. This was intended only to serve as the sweet accompaniment to main feature: a robust, well-aged Tevraki whisky. From the slightly battered look of the bottle, it'd likely been taken in a raid or some similar excitement. Perhaps there was a whole shipment of the stuff somewhere in the warehouses - the authentic wax seal and hand-painted label spoke of an artisnal product. In carefully poured the whiskey into the spiral, filling the sherry glasses each in turn.

A small tray of ice, and the normal bowl of assorted snacks. Every whiskey cocktail came with the offer of a cigar, and so In was oblidged to include a pair on the tray.

She minced over to isolated booth where Razmir Tezhyn sat with her partner and 'respected their clear desire for privacy' by bowing deeply and remaining silent until dismissed.

She hated this and wanted to rip her skin off. Could it be worse?

Right on cue, the intercom chimed.

​

STATION LOUDSPEAKER

"Good evening to all the winners and sinners tonight - and a cheerful bon voyage to the two dozen armed fools who attempted to seize The Most Fun-Loving and Gregarious Lrungo the Hutt's personal property just now! Folks, I'm here with the ringleader of what I can only describe as a geurilla comedy troop. What's your name, friend? How are you feeling?"

The loudspeaker crackled as a microphone was pulled away from Zapp Boomslang towards someone else. That someone else grunted as he was struck, a guard's command to 'read it' barely audible.

"lekkos kez. Doing... great.... Zapp. Thrilled to be... here." A man's voice growled through grit teeth.

"And we love to have you, my friend! Concealing yourself inside that pleasure yacht was... well, not a stroke of genius. You maybe just had a stroke, if you thought it was a good idea. But your loss is everyone's gain! Folks, can we give lekkos a round of applause and a hearty laugh? His would-be liberators lasted a whole five minutes before our fantastic security team disabled them and took amost half of them alive!"

From various concealed loudspeakers thorugh the station came the sound of canned laughter and applause. There were more than a few patrons to who joined in, though, whistling and jeering, even laughing.

"Folks, Iekkos' loss is your gain! We're holding a special auction in twenty minutes - a grab bag of one dozen morons fitted with slave collars, most of them Twi'Lek - if that sweetens the pot! I know it surely does for some of you! There's some real beauties in the lot, too! I'm jealous that I can't bid!" Zapp laughed brightly. "My loss is your gain, friends! And don't miss the chance to come by The Most Forgiving and Patient Lrungo's throne room to see our newest performer, Iekkos, perform his one-man comedy and dance routine tonight!"

"Wait, you said -

 

[Loomi]

Aurum+ Lounge
Tags: Vyn Daldoure , @Others (phone post sorry)

Epo-1, Lushi, Seydan Toth: Appearance​

“Relax. If I was gonna rat you out I wouldn’t have bothered to call you over, but it seemed like you wanted in to this lounge and truth be told I’m not the best with people so the company is nice.”
He fiddled with his hair which was done back in a singular short but thick braid. “I’m looking for a family heirloom. It’s also probably my most prized possession, and I’m willing to scuttle this boat to get it, though it’s hope that isn’t the case.”

Loomi exvhanged glances with Seydan before following behind Vyn into the VIP lounge, presenting her token and moving swiftly along through the checkpoint. An heirloom, was it? At least it was a more honest purpose for being here. The Godoan sighed, quickly pawning her drink of to Seydan, who had no difficulty taking in a little liquor.

"An heirloom?" she asked in a hushed tone. "I suppose that's at least reasonable... A truce then... I'll do my best to make sure we're not giving you any trouble-"

We're holding a special auction in twenty minutes - a grab bag of one dozen morons fitted with slave collars, most of them Twi'Lek - if that sweetens the pot!

Loomi bristled a little at the voice over the loud speaker, her antennae curling with frustration at the notion. Things were moving a little faster than they had anticipated.

"That woman on the other end of the speaker is iinsufferable," the Knight muttered. "Slave collars could be explosive, we'll need those EMP grenades primed and ready..."

"Understood," Seydan Toth nodded.

She spared a glance back to the Zabrak, frowing a little.

"Well, you may as well tag along," she noted. "We might give you an in to the auction area. Your heirloom will be there, I suspect. We'll call that a favor for being amiable."

 

[Niysha]

The Crowded Aurum+ Lounge, With Fantastic Company

There were unimportant things in life, like Niysha giving a fake name to a man who was probably trying to swindle her and ordering a drink that she needed to pretend wasn't her first of the night and would affect her even slightly. These unimportant things were, unfortunately, often the most immediately pressing and had the sharpest requirement on time. Niysha sat when prompted and one hand languidly across the counter as the other flagged down her preferred Hutt-style eye candy in unison with Mr. Mesan Tyrell. At least she'd managed to get In closer. She might even be able to get a little communication going.

Not under suspicion, though. Which seemed to be at an all-time high. Operating without it was a luxury that Niysha didn't even know if she had presently, let alone if she could keep it for very long if she'd managed to maintain it to now. "Sanas," she replied with as much magnanimity as she could manage. "Technically 'Most Esteemed Sanas, Marketing Supervisor of Voidtech Holdings,' but I do believe most of that to be rather irrelevant right now. 'Glorified Data Entry Clerk Sanas, Sacrificial Lamb of Voidtech HR' doesn't have as nice a ring to it."

There. Hopefully that would patch up her alibi for a few more minutes.

There were mildly important things in life, like managing to get a few seconds alone with In so the two of them could conspire, and triple-checking to make sure the renegade... Jedi? At the bar wasn't going to cause any immediate scene before the two of them were in position. These mildly important things were frequently nearly impossible. It would take far too much finesse or raw, very obvious power to lose her current company at this rate, and stealing aside a serving trollop right after she dumped a well-heeled guest would've drawn too much attention.

She didn't have as much time to consider that the intercom crackled to life and things were put into sharp perspective. The game shifted significantly in just a few minutes. Not only were the guards alert, but they'd already broken up one attempted sabotage. Niysha had a bad feeling about this. A dozen men getting taken down that quickly was far in excess of what she'd expected... but by the end of the little alert, she had other priorities.

There were very, exceedingly important things in life. Things that you couldn't allow to pass by, no matter what it cost. Things like having a shot at the Dancer while there was chaos afoot or, more immediately relevant, dozens of innocents in active bondage and imminent threat. Yes, their priority was the ship, but Niysha didn't think In would begrudge her a secondary objective of opportunity in this single, specific case.

She transitioned almost fluidly from a sleepy smile to grabbing In physically and yanking her close into something approaching a huddle. Her best attempt at a "subtle" huddle, at any rate. "There's no way we can let that happen," she growled out in a very intense whisper, dropping all pretense of dandiness.

Attention - visibly and physically - on Tyrell. She held up two black cards and slapped them onto the bar counter between them, holding her fingers tight on top. "Corporate account cards. They should still be live. They're yours if you keep very, very quiet, develop acute amnesia if anyone asks you about this, and start thinking up excuses for why I'm talking with my partner." The white plastic card Tyrell had given her was probably somewhere in her getup.

Hopefully that girl with the dark aura glaring daggers in the back of Niysha's head wasn't both sharp enough to overhear and attached enough to the Hutt to make any moves.

Att: Razmir Tezhyn In Rhan
Nearby: Vikai Caznä

 

[Vikai Caznä]

"You are not excu-..." And like that, before she quite had a chance to stop In Rhan in her tracks, she whisked away to the patron that requested her presence down the bar's way. Vikai stared away in what may as well have been stunned silence before her head slowly dropped upwards to stare at that shiny, perfect marble. Several loose threads of hair fell to the side of her masked visage as she remained in her usual depressive silence, as if she was actually distraught from the interaction. The nerves were back now, filling in the empty space of silence she was left in. Silence had it's uses, though. Silence was rarely something she ever indulged in, instead opting for a life filled with noise, be that the bustling sounds of city streets, or always playing Holonet Radio in her ship [Truthfully, she should have spent time in meditation. She never did.], and so forth. Yet, this silence came to her intrusive benefit. She found no interest in the high pitch voice that squealed over the inter com, but her interest was caught upon,


"There's no way we can let that happen," The murmur of the blind one.

It took all of Vikai's will to not flicker her gaze back upwards to stare across the bar. It only managed to reach onto the bowl of water that was left for her instead. "Heh..." A dry, flat sound escaped of what seemed to be amusement. Was it at the hushed conversation? Or the bowl of water. What was she going to do with a bowl of water? Drink it? Dunk her head into it like the influencers on the Holonet? It did not really matter in this situation. The supposed anomaly had caught her attention, and with her target no where in sight just yet, she thought a chance was possible to sate her curiosity. With a final clawing of her nails across the marble that left behind a noticeable scratch into the once perfect marble, of which she had no intent of paying to fix, she stood upwards from her stool at the bar, leaving behind her untouched water.

Quick was her stride towards In Rhan and Niysha , and equally quick was how she supplanted herself to the side of the Blind One. Vikai, for all her faults, at least had a earnest and bluntness to herself. Of course, such abrupt and forthright mannerisms could be seen as unsettling, and Vikai did little to endure herself to others, or make them comfortable. Both of her arms propped up onto the Bar's counter, away from what could have been hidden under her half-cloak. "You weren't excused." Vikai begun, her tone the exact same before. "What can you not let happen? I'm curious." That set of putrid yellow eyes drifted quickly inbetween In Rhan and Niysha , always a bit too unblinking and focused, as if always searching even when there wasn't something there. No sort of focus was granted to Razmir Tezhyn just yet, but he could most definitely overhear the darkly clad, masked figure from where he sat.