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[Loomi]

Aurum+ Auction Room
Tags: Vyn Daldoure , Razmir Tezhyn , Niysha , In Rhan , Vikai Caznä

Epo-1, Lushi, Seydan Toth: Appearance​

A Wookiee, fur Dyed pink with purple accents, wearing the skull of something else, which was also painted a brighter pink.

"What in the fething c-" His face connected with the Wookie's arm, or more accurately the Wookie backhanded the space dust clean off of the Iridonian. Next thing he knew he was going the opposite direction, air born, while hearing the birthday song echo though the air ducts in 16 bit techno.

"Oh dear..." Loomi muttered, her pace slowing in the face of the pink furry wall.

"Uh... ever fight a Wookiee before, Little Kahuna?" Seydan asked his younger companion.

"Can't say I have," the Godoan responded, taking a hesitant step back. "You... have a way to do that?"

"Sure do..." he exhaled. "It's easy actually. Watch."

Seydan stepped forward and squared up with the Wookiee, the Togruta entering a staring contest with the mighty neon warrior. The two stood at odds, a standoff that made Loomi's spine chill as she watched it. Neither made a move, awaiting the actions of the other. Just as she was beginning to be unable to handle the stress of the anticipation, Seydan pointed off in the distance and shouted.

"HOLY CHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!"

The Wookiee turned in a bout of surprise, and Seydan proceeded to draw his blaster and opened fire. The first stun round staggered the Wookiee, who turned and attempted a swing at the Jedi Knight, only to be met with a wave of stun rounds, as Seydan proceeded to continue to pull the trigger of his weapon. By seven he staggered back, and by nine he had fallen to one knee. The pink beast wasn't going to go down without a fight, lunging limply at the Togruta and landing on top of him. Seydan flailed below the Wookiee trying to smother him, continuing to fire stun rounds into the warrior.

"CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT!"

"S-Seydan, should I... do something?" Loomi asked.

"No need! I have -FRACK- everything under controoOOOAL! Bastard!"

Seydan mustered up his strength and threw the Wookiee off with the Force. When the pink furball hit the ground it was over. He wasn't getting back up. The Togruta stood, muttering as he rubbed at his neck.

"Lunatic bit me," he huffed.

Loomi let out a sigh before turning back to Vyn, calling out to where the Zabrak had been launched.

"Are you okay!?"

 

[Vikai Caznä]

Crimson whirled and spun as Vikai hacked and cleave both the kitchen's appliances apart, and the Vibro-blade wielding Ninjas. As expected, humming durasteel did little against the intense plasma of a lightsaber. This did not mean Vikai was immortal though, not even close. In the middle of her rampage, a throwing knife came slipping across her thigh, causing her to stagger back for a split moment as she sought to recover. In this split moment, a blade came cascading down to split apart Vikai's skull. Left with the only option of either ducking or death, Vikai opted for the former as she lurched to the side and rolled over the nearby kitchen's main food preparation table, causing it to be sliced in two as her lightsaber's blade ripped through the steel effortlessly. "Hrngh-!" The Sith's focus shifted and waned, like flowing water that she yearned to spill forth like a flood. Her grip upon the lightsaber's handle tightened, and then released as she threw it through the air, blade igniting mid-way through as it sought to reach the Ninja across from her - and soon met onto the chest of said Ninja, splitting him in half just as she did to the table from before. A painful way to have it all end. One may wonder which half felt the very last feeling, mayhaps the wobbling of the legs or the heart pulsing it's last throb...

Regardless, Vikai had little time to think about the destined death she was bringing to the Ninjas that filled the Kitchen. With another compelling rip at the force, she willed for her lightsaber to return - until suddenly a metal chain wrapped right around the lightsaber's handle, and yanked it straight into the grubby little hands of what appeared to be the largest, and toughest ninja of them all. The Boss-Ninja. "Wha-... You- you worm! Give that /back/!" Vikai hissed, eyes widening in total shrilled shock. She glanced left, then right, gauging her options as she barked to her allies, In Rhan and Niysha , "That wretch has my lightsaber! Get over here now!" Vikai pounced over for a nearby... Laddle, and pot as her only sort of weapons; her newly found sword and shield, makeshift as they be, still more useful than just her fists against the now Lightsaber wielding Boss-Ninja.

 

[Niysha]

Where: In the galaxy's most dangerous kitchen
What: Engaging in Jackie Chan-adjacent nonsense
Who: With a small army of Noghri ninjas

A capital ship standoff with Gir Quee sounded less dangerous than being in this room for twelve seconds longer. From Niysha's very convenient, very safe hiding place, she got a firsthand view of In caving a man's head in with a mouse droid, then chasing another off while covered in blood and dressed like a showgirl. With the previous three that ran away, that meant that half a dozen people involved in this increasingly-unlikely situation had decided to quit the field for greener pastures.

That was good. That was basically exactly what Niysha was looking for. The angry little murder machine still screaming at a clown car joke worth of kitchen-assassins was a good enough distraction for her to get some genuine work done vis-à-vis their imminent survival and eventual success. While it was nice that the intense young lady had managed to kill a couple of the unlucky and perhaps totally unintentional attackers they were facing, Niysha didn't tend to make plans with other people in mind.

And what was that plan? Hmm.

In the chaos of battle, and the even greater chaos unfolding on the rest of the superyacht, Niysha found a moment of quiet. Not peace - that was far out of her reach, and counterintuitive besides - but a few seconds of calm that would allow her to concentrate. The ship at large and especially the area directly around her was stifling thick with anxiety, fear, anger, and desperation. Familiar currents that the Miraluka's mind could ride off into, flowing along them rather than trying to avoid or suppress them. She didn't exert immediate and violent control like some of her contemporaries would, either; no one and nothing here was hiding amidst emotions and desires. At least, not anymore. Rest in peace, Bek-Bek.

The general collection of thoughts, memories, emotions, and needs that at one point comprised Niysha spread out further, looked deeper, and took in everything around her. A kitchen was just a room was just a part of a ship was just a ball of matter and electricity hurtling blindly through the vast emptiness of the galaxy was just a mess of swirling emotions and boundless infinities. Taking a moment to reach into that infinite everything, the aggregate cloud that not infrequently represented Niysha reached down with violent, explicit purpose and ripped a perfect destiny from untamed chaos.

Then fell back into herself. Niysha's body was still safe, for the moment, and her prudence regarding involving others in her schemes was immediately vindicated when she noticed that the dark Jedi across the room had been reduced to threatening a surprisingly large and threatening Noghri with an impromptu chef's mace and buckler. Both of her armaments were still dripping with some kind of chowder, so at least the lightsaber-wielding mega-assassin's impending death would smell delicious.

For a moment, Niysha's understanding of the kitchen situation was near perfect. She recognized, in that moment, that she'd need to move quickly; her grip on her environment would deteriorate rapidly as chaos returned. So, she stuck one foot out from beneath the table she'd been hiding under, catching a Noghri attempting to flank the disarmed young woman squaring off against a mook with a health bar and unique animations. The result was immediate, as was Niysha's next move.

The assassin she tripped immediately flew forward, catching the middle of his forehead on a stovetop and falling to the ground. The vibroblade he was holding flew out of his hand. In the same moment, Niysha rolled out of cover, stood to her feet, and whipped the chain weapon she'd managed to steal earlier out at what looked to be a near miss somewhere between two ninjas standing in the back and preparing to throw knives. The bladed end of her chain impacted hard enough to become stuck uselessly in a shelf. And, after waiting dead still for a moment, Niysha hurled the other end like a whip around another ninja that had decided to attack the terrifying ladle knight like a drop bear from the ceiling.

That Noghri's weight and momentum yoinked against the chain, gracelessly stopping his drop while pulling the shelves that the bladed end had lodged itself in forward... which, shortly, resulted in a creaking, clattering mess as one shelf toppled another. In seconds, almost a full dozen ninjas laid on the ground in various states of being buried in cookware and now quite ruined plates of what might've at one point been delicious food.

As the clamor died down, Niysha held up one hand and took in a breath of the same air that surrounded the vibroblade that'd been knocked out of the very first ninja's hand a few seconds ago, currently lodged in the ceiling. Distance was an illusion - all things were one in the endlessness of the galaxy - and the Force guided the blade to her empty hands.

Unlike that maneuver she'd just pulled, Niysha's combat stance was... unimpressive. Fortunately, she didn't need to be impressive. She had backup that was exceedingly eager to fight.

Att: In Rhan Vikai Caznä

 

[In Rhan]

Where: Kitchen Nightmares, Lrungo Edition
What: Panic
Who: A rapidly depleting force of Noghri Ninja

In was halfway down the staff hallway before she and the Noghri assassin realized the reality of the situation. In had managed to put the fear of death into him with a noisy mouse droid and the oldest trick in the book: your hands over your head and screaming to make yourself look larger than you really were. The shinobi slowed to a jog, then a walk, turning around to face the Pantoran woman behind him. He did NOT seem pleased.

The mouse droid gave a very flat double-beep that sounded quite a bit like 'uh-oh'. She shook it in frustration and chided it. "Not helping."

In turned and ran in the same breath that the Noghri gave chase, the droid tucked under her arm for safekeeping. Luckily for In, the well-trained shinobi trying to kill her furiously kiai'd before every strike, giving her an opportunity to duck and weave. Carts of plates and trash cans were pulled over in her attempt to slow him down, but this was only a delaying tactic. In had nowhere to go.

Correction. She had one place to go. She'd left her danged blind girlfriend behind in a room full of reptilian killers. In ran as long as her legs and a steady diet of disappointing birthday cake could allow, right back into the kitchen.

---

In his deepest heart, Rawst had always thought he was special. The bravest (usually) of his clan, the strongest (by his own measure) of his class. While he might have languished in the middle echelons of his peer group, Rawst knew it was only a matter of time until the universe came around to what he'd always known. He was destined for greatness. His ascension would be meteoric, and limitless. One day, when the chips were down, he would rise to the challenge set forth, answer the call to adventure, and step into myth.

As Rawst peered down at the lightsaber in his hand and the screeching girl-thing with the crockery before him, his lip curled up in a delighted grin. This was it. His moment in the sun. His Ninja Destiny. Every day of training, every morose evening by the swingset, all of ti had simply been his origin story for today.

"Lhi-ko chi-ko kabba basti." Rawst growled, his lips turned up into a sadistic grin. "Die." Striking down the former owner of this magnicient weapon was a poetic, appropos beginning to his legend. First the girl, then the worlds. He brought the lightsaber up in both hands, holding it over his head in a double-handed stance. After all, everyone knew how to use a lightsaber.

---

In slammed her shoulder into the kitchen door, throwing herself through with her full force - an assassin directly behind her. She took two steps, tumbled into the back of a distracted ninja about to ignite a lightsaber. Of course In had no way of knowing that this particular assassin was holding a lightsaber over his head, just like the assassin had no way of knowing that the lightsaber was double-sided. Had Niysha arranged things to this end? Maybe. Would she take credit? Probably.

Vikai Caznä 's stolen Lighstaber blazed to life the moment In slammed into the ninja and jostled his grip. The downward-facing side ignited directly through the assassin's head and upper torso, killing him instantly.

In, still screaming, tried to catch the lightsaber before it fell. She succeeded mostly in fumbling it, lighting the other side of the thing, and inadvertantly damaging thousands of credits worth of kitchen. Stove, fridge, lights, wall - all sliced up by a fumbled lightsaber before it was dropped blade-down towards the floor while In dove away from it. Electricity sparked, water blasted from a newly-ventilated pipe, and bisected condiments splattered grotesquely against the wall.

The ninja who'd been chasing her lingered in the doorway, took stock of the situation... then threw down a smoke bomb and got the fuck out of there.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Space Rave Kashyyyk Apparently?

Vyn wobbled a little bit after firing his blaster, the VaporWave Wookiee Warrior had rocked him harder than anyone else in a while. Which had really irked him, because of all the things he'd fought up to that point, a Wookiee dressed to impress, was a first. He smiled, but it wasn't a "Haha" smile, no this was a challenge. Kicking the Vibroblade up into his hand, he'd watch as Seydan was pushed to the ground, Vyn began towards the two sprinting faster than any humanoid should, but by the time he got close, Seydan had blown the Wookiee away with the force. As it impacted the ground Vyn noticed it was down for the count.

The perverse smile fading into a genuine one as he made a noise and laughed. He laughed? It must have been the first time in ages but if anything were to do it, this is about the right moment, or the Wookiee had just cleaned his clock hard enough to give him a concussion. Yeah he'd go with that.

It seemed like no one wanted a piece of their furry friend, because the fighting between the factions had also managed to move a bit further down the casino floor, there were dozens of dead guards, and only three Cosplayers dead around the group. Vyn looked at the bite on Seydan's neck, as he made an Eww expression, before turning to Loomi

"My ego is a little bruised, and my pride might be broken but I'll be okay." He said as he felt his jawline for any inconsistencies. "We should get a move on though, I've seen slaves free themselves, but somehow, with how our night is going I doubt we'll get that lucky."

He'd start towards the turbolift door that would take them straight to the auction, he'd press the button, as Elevator music began playing. The little vein on his forehead protruded briefly before he remembered how rude he was being, turning to the two. "Uhh, I'm Vyn by the way." As the music was subtly overshadowed by blaster fire in the distance.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

"Who uses customer as the apex in a progression of insults?" Cardinal asked.

"She lost me at ignoramus," Raz shrugged.

Cardinal opened his mouth, as if to explain, but the broadcast continued. Raz whistled.

"She knows her fashion, though gaberwool was a weak guess," Raz smirked.

But his amusement didn't last long. Intense lights lit him up, nearly blinding him despite the polraization in his lenses. Raz brought his arm up to shield himself from the glare.

"All soliders. Seize that man, and bring him to me ALIVE." Zapp ordered. "We just so happen to have a recently freed up kennel, and I could use a new toy. Don't make them hurt you, darling."

"That's not good," Cardinal spoke. He'd mercifully been spared the spotlight.

"No sh—" The momentary silence in the lounge broke as the sound of plastoid boots announced the surviving security guards scrambling toward him from all directions.

"Toss me your detonators, then get out of here," Raz ordered.

"Raz, I'm not gonna—"

"Just do it," Raz snapped, taking off his suit jacket.

Reluctantly, Cardinal pulled two detonators from his belt and tossed them Razmir's way. He caught them with the jacket, hiding the act by folding it up and laying the it over his arm. He tucked the blaster pistol into his waistline—it was a really nice pistol, he hoped they wouldn't confiscated it that way—and sheathed the vibroknife, attaching it to a belt-clip.

Cardinal hesitated. He looked like he wanted to argue the point again, stall long enough for them both to be swept up by Lrungo's security, but Raz shot him a look. One he hoped communicated 'I'll stun you if you don't get out of here', and it seemed to land. Cardinal turned, looked back once, and ran off, leaving Razmir behind with Bek'bek's corpse.

The cacophony of footsteps grew louder, and within moments, he had what must have been two dozen guards surrounding him. The clicking of disengaging safeties and whine of priming XCiter chambers came from all directions.

Razmir raised his hands, reaching for their minds to dampened their bloodlust. His aim was to dull their senses. To make the distance between impulse and aggression wide enough that they wouldn't blast him with enough stun bolts to make him sleep through a week. He hoped they'd set their blasters on stun, at least. Were they disciplined enough to follow that specific order?

Among the guards, Raz could have sworn he saw the same Bith who'd choked out a Gammorean earlier now wearing one of the fancy Lrungo uniforms, but the lights were making it difficult to see.

"Take me to your leader," he grinned.

--directly: In Rhan aka Zapp Boomslang ?!
--good luck: Niysha Vikai Caznä Vyn Daldoure Loomi

 

[Zapp Boomslang]

Today was going GREAT. Sure, things were chaotic, but that had been expected. Half the reason for all of this hullabaloo had been to lure out the dumbest among Mighty Lrungo's rivals and compel them to take a chance on getting lucky. Was it a risk? Sure! Did it create glorious content? Absolutely. A still pond acquired no ripples, and exciting ripples brought the looky-loos out of the woodwork to have a gander at the thrilling underbelly. Sure, they'd cluck their tongues at the slavery and prostitution - but they'd keep showing up to look at it. And they'd keep shelling out for Aurum+ Favor Chits to get a front row seat, too.

One of her better ideas, that. And it kept paying dividends! It was relatively simple to compare the list of all the people 'Lrungo' had bestowed an Aurum+ Chit to over the past year since introducing the program against the people showing up bearing one. Sure there'd be some attrition. People died and relinquished their chits, some sold theirs, but she'd like to think she'd done a good job keeping track of where most of them were. Within a rounding error, she'd estimated, the ones that had changed hands in the past two weeks had probably been filtered into the hands of would-be assassins and bounty hunters. One of her better schemes, Zapp figured. But that was neither here nor there.

Razmir Tezhyn 's mind trick worked a treat. The predominantly Gamorrean guards had mostly been briefed and trained on how to murder people and track who did and didn't have an Aurum+ Favor Chit for this event, so they were more than happy to take Razmir alive without having to fire a shot. Under cover of a half-dozen porcine rent-a-cops and curious stage-lights, Razmir was escorted out of the lounge. The smazzo band marked this passage with an appropriately jaunty tune. The moment he passed from sight, the firefight resumed in full.

The Gamorreans did an exceedingly poor job of checking him Razmir weapons. Mostly because they didn't check him at all, they just checked for an Aurum+ Chit and then escorted him upstairs through a deliberately convoluted and confusing series of employee access hallways. They also somhow didn't notice the Bith commando joining their ranks. Up stairs, past chaos, into an elevator and through a double-doors guarded by an exceptionally keen-eyed pair of guards, Razmir was brought into the control center.

Zapp Boomslang stood on a slightly razed platform in the center of a panopticon of dozens of monitors. Three or four assistants had their rapt focus on those monitors, taking notes or dispatching orders. Zapp herself lovingly cradled a microphone and turned to greet Razmir with a wide, eager grin. The dim light of the control room and made the ostentatious glowing highlights in her hair stick out all the more, clashing dramatically with her custom-tailored pseudo-military pantsuit and designer heels. It was a look that worked for her, possibly because nobody that worked in Zapp's viscinity had the courage to question her fashion choices. This was entirely by design, an expression of her power over the henchmen - who all had to remain in uniform.

"Now, now. This is the man who put down my poor Bek-Bek." Zapp complained in a slightly morose tone that didn't at all meet her near-exuberant eyes and smile. After all, she lived for moments like this - the glitz, the big reveal, the chance to make somebody possibly squirm under your thumb or even better - verbally spar with you. "It seems you owe me one expensive hound, so I simply must know. Who is your tailor?"

 

[Loomi]

Aurum+ Auction Room
Tags: Vyn Daldoure , Razmir Tezhyn , In Rhan , Niysha , Vikai Caznä

Epo-1, Lushi, Seydan Toth: Appearance​

"Uhh, I'm Vyn by the way."

"Loomi," the Godoan introduced. "My associate is Seydan Toth."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," the Togruta greeted.

Onto the trurbo lift, down to the auction proper. Loomi stood in the awkward silence, rubbing at her shoulder as the combination of elevator music and blaster fire filled her ears. She considered humming to herself, but now hardly seemed to be the time. When the turbolift finally reached the auction stage, however, an entirely new threat had burst onto the scene.

It was the Pantoran Raiders of Club Blue, a rival casino establishment who had sent in thugs to capitalize on the ongoing destruction. Blue duraplast armor, blue uniforms, blue blaster rifles with blue plasma bolts. One, clearly the berserker of their party, was swinging around a bright blue club. Blue sunglasses of various shapes hid their eyes as they broke through the adjacent door to the west of the Auction Hall and began to open fire.

Of course, not to be outdone, another rival casino spilled in from the opposite side, the aptly named Club green, who's Nemoidian thugs were armed with bright green Amphistaffs, stolen Vong tech that they now used to fire venom projectiles at their enemies. Unskilled with Vong tech, they would be unable to get the Amphistaffs to assume their melee form.

"Uh, Seydan?" Loomi muttered. "The... smoke grenade please."

"Ten-four," Seydan nodded, throwing out the smoke grenade he had received.

The grenade was thrown out, and a cloud set in over the newest ongoing battle. On the other side would be the captives they needed to rescue.

 

[Niysha]

Where: Gord'ahn Ram-Zee's Kitchen Nightmare
Who: Significantly fewer ninjas than before
What: Getting her priorities straight

There were about a half-dozen ninjas left standing, and several of the ones that had been victim to the whims of gravity and chaos would probably be up pretty soon. Niysha needed to move fast if she was going to get herself an In out of here with anything approaching decent timing. This time there was no moment of calm to sit, concentrate, and allow her to surf the streams of the future like a totally rad destiny ninja. There was immediate and intense violence surrounding her, and she had to defend herself while making a plan. This was, in all honesty, not her strong suit.

The remaining conscious ninjas didn't exactly have anything resembling mook chivalry; three of them rushed her at once.

In just about any and every situation, Niysha's main advantage was her extremely keen perceptions. Even in the swirling stress and rampant emotional density of a yacht under siege, she could easily make out the Noghri flanking her from in front and behind, sandwiched as she was between a kitchen counter and an ignited stove. Long before any of them had gotten close enough to become a threat, she'd also noted and keenly followed the path of a third attempting to mount the counter to her right and run her down with a height advantage.

Unfortunately, her ability to work with that information was sharply limited by her general mediocrity in actual combat. A vibroblade was close enough to a lightsaber to make her meager skills transferrable, and that was about her best asset. The Miraluka struck the closest thing to a defensive stance that she remembered how to do and prepared for the oncoming assault.

The ninja in front of her - with a pair of knives that looked not unlike bird talons? - was the first to move. Stabbing out towards her torso. In the same moment, just a heartbeat after, the one behind her swung down with a vibroblade at the back of her head. Niysha didn't have time to gague trajectories, but her instincts told her that the both could cancel each other. She stepped one foot to one side, and just before the sai missed her, leveled her hand beneath the ninja's hand. The Force flowed naturally from her fingers on autopilot, instinct and the fear of death alone powering her improvisation.

She was rewarded with a metallic clang as one Noghri's sword hit the other's knife, lodging them together harmelssly a few centimeters from her head. Niysha was safe for the half-second it took the third ninja to approach and leap off the counter in an overhead attack. Both of the others had freed their weapons from each other and were rearing on her... but in the moment, Niysha exhaled and brought that same hand she'd used to parry the first blow down-

-slamming the ninja in midair immediately into the one with the knives.

She hopped over their piled bodies to turn her back to the third, sword still drawn, and gave only a single swing to bat his blade aside before turning to run out of the kitchen. In had set off some kind of catastrophic electrical trap towards the middle of the room and was currently ducking for cover, so Niysha stopped only long enough to bend down, pick up her partner with surprising strength, and continue out into the Casino ground floor, past the club proper.

Naturally, this left Vikai Caznä with six-ish conscious ninjas and another dozen or so un-burying themselves from pots, pans, and other kitchen debris, ready to fight. And apparently her lightsaber in a pool of very dramatically electrified water. So... that was certainly a situation. Hopefully she'd be okay, but the two of them had to get out right now.

Att: In Rhan Vikai Caznä

 

[Vikai Caznä]

Vikai really, really did not want to use her current weapons of war. A mace made for soup, and a shield meant for mixing salad. The prospect of having both lost her lightsaber, and then possibly losing her life did not rest well with her, for quite good reasons. Regardless, this is the horrible situation she found herself in. She resolved, and gripped upon the ladle as she charged ahead towards the fearsome Rawst, using every fiber of her measly form to bolster her rage, and in turn, her will to kill - till In Rhan came stumbling through the the kitchen's door, and directly into the back of the Noghri which resulted in the lightsaber being jolted up, and the blade blazing directly into the chest and skull of him.

Vikai's sprint forward halted as she watched the displayed befuddled chaos with a profoundly wilted look upon her face. It was as if the universe was unweaving before her eyes, and she had ended up into some sort of sick Holonet show that was meant for cheap, easy laughs. Her arms slackened as both the ladle and pot dropped from her gloved hands and clanged to the floor down below. She could have stood there is total shock for a dozen seconds longer, but she was snapped out of this terrible trance she found herself in as first her lightsaber was fumbled, ignited, and then dropped to the floor. This would have been entirely fine, given that Vikai could have ran towards it - but she was too late. Niysha was on the offensive, and on the run to grab In Rhan . "Careful- do not-"

Pssst- BZZZZ.

A electrical trap sparked to life, and shuddered through the ground - and right onto her lightsaber, zapping it around as the blade bolted to life, off and on. The young, inflamed Sith quite literally shrieked in abject horror at the stunning horror she found herself in. "DEATH'S HERALD! NO!" Was that the name of her lightsaber? Who names their lightsaber that? Weirdo. Anyway! Vikai could only catch a brief glance of the now retreating Niysha and the looming ninjas nearby. It was all going so wrong. Everything was breaking down. She was suffering. The wellspring of negative, hateful emotions were fueled what limited connection she did have to the force. "Gh-..." Her eyes grew shaky as her wide, pure yellow eyes darted around. "- GET BACK HERE!"

With one sudden ripple invoked forth, Niysha could feel a tug, and then a pull, and then a full grasp at her from a unseen force. It wasn't anything controlled nor proficient. The out lash of a untrained, furious nobody demanding more than they had. The lightsaber that was in the electrified puddle came flinging towards Vikai as she out reached her hand to grab it, only for the lightsaber to come slamming directly into her chest, taking the breath out of her, and alongside it, any power she held over the force, releasing the control she briefly had over Niysha . "Hrngh- YOU AREN'T LEAVING ME BEHIND, WRETCH!" Vikai barked out like a mangy mad dog to both Niysha In Rhan as Vikai begun to full sprint towards the doorway that led to the Casino ground floor, leaping over a table and shoving a ninja off to the side as she neared.

This couldn't have been good for the pair, given that Vikai's lightsaber ignited at one side, the blade cackling as she got closer and closer. Inches away now, the lightsaber raised to Vikai's side, readied to strike forth - but soon it was redirected the doorway of the kitchen, and a air-duct above. Plasma rended and carved through each, leaving behind a pile of debris and fumes to slow down any of the remaining Noghri. Vikai jerked herself back around to the pair as a seething hiss slipped from her mouth as she spoke, "Do not EVER try and betray me again. You owe me!" It seems that this random Sith they had just met had a expectation of loyalty that had not been earned, and may have not been reciprocated either.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Vyn had walked out of the door a few moments before a blue blaster bolt crashed into the wall besides him.

He didn't flinch, he didn't even move for cover. He just took a deep breath and sighed. The smoke grenade Loomi Instructed Seydan to throw bounced a few times and popped, filling the room with a thick fog, that was nice-however first the disco Wookiee, now they had the guys who decided to model their gear after crayon's going at it.

Not only that, they acted like they frequently ate crayons too.

The nemodians fumbled with their ambistaffs, one who looked down the wrong end and pressed the fire button, another was beating his against the ground trying to get it to activate the melee mode. Which Vyn could tell had worked the first time, but he was clearly a little lost.

Then he gazed past the smoke to a Pantoran who had his sunglasses on. Indoors. The Zabraki's face turned to the blaster scoring behind him and then looked back into the smoke.

"Alright that's it-no more casinos." Though they we're fighting each other, or at least attempting to, they all must have been smoking the death sticks from the peddler he'd seen earlier, because if they weren't that would be a new low, even for thugs of this caliber. Then he saw it. His vibroknife. It was on a pedestal smack in the middle of the room next to the big Pantoran berserker with his pool noodle, the same berserker that was now reaching for his knife. "One sec you two... I gotta get something."

Vyn's demeanor changed, no one touched that knife. His J.A.M.R shot out quick bursts of plasma as he got into a running stance, pupils widening, he took off like a rocket, running on literally pure adrenaline as his implants pupped both his hearts full of the stuff. He could probably set a record if he wasn't relying on cybernetics and artificial muscle. He closed the distance on the berserker before the poor guy had a chance to realize there was suddenly a Zabraki right next to him-the sunglasses didn't help. The J.A.M.R kicked out the blue rocket fuel billowing smoke behind him, Vyn subsequently took off, sending a flying knee square into the jaw of Club Blue's berserker. One with enough force to shatter the bone and knock the brute out.

He picked his knife off the floor, just as a venom round impacted the pedestal next to him, that was bad. Diving for cover and looking towards the hostages. One objective down. One to go.

 

[In Rhan]

Where: Casino Floor
Who: Niysha Vikai Caznä
What: Running for cover


In's head was spinning. She'd been fumbling a lightsaber, she'd slammed into a Noghri, she'd been thrown over Niysha's shoulder and carried off. She'd felt an unearthly force grab them and had been convinced that the Sithling was about to cut them in half, only to save them. She barely knew her up from her down. Roulette? Cards? They were on the casino floor, putting distance between themselves and the club. Okay, that was probably a good thing.

Cradling her head, In peered upwards at a couple of the large screens around the casino - trackers for podracing, bloodsport, and the like. Odds and wagers. One of them had a runnling talley for various conflicts and groups around the station. In didn't like their current odds, displayed next to tiny representations of what the folk were betting on. Her pride was also stung that they weren't even in the top 5.

"We - we need to get off camera! Or to go to ground!" In shouted above the din, her head bobbling as Niysha ran for all she was worth. "Into the staff area! Niysha - left!" She hollared, pointing to a small staff access door on the other side of the casino floor. "There's a wedding going on on the other side of that door! We'll cut through it!"

"And put that saber away!" She pleaded with the Sith woman right on their heels.

 

[Niysha]

Where: Very temporarily in the Casino
Who: In Rhan , Vikai Caznä
What: Scurrycore, rodentpilled, ratmaxxing

The casino was a bit blinding. For most people, it likely would've been all of the flashing lights and the multitude of colors; for Niysha, it was the mass of unrelenting electrical pulses sparking randomly from every possible angle. Still, it wasn't much more disorienting than the swirling storm of battle-lust in the kitchen behind her. Or the single blazing spark of panicked, insecure temper-tantrum that was closing on them with due haste.

When she felt the Force tug around her, saw the energy gather, on reflex Niysha lifted a hand towards the nearest solid bulkhead and pulled right back. The result when the dark Jedi's grip slipped was a slingshot effect, sending the Miraluka and her bunnysuited hostage flying full-force towards a pole. She managed to roll to one side before they collided, then kept running without breaking her momentum in the slightest.

The shrieking teenager behind them caught up very quickly. Niysha barely even acknowledged her, continuing to sprint away from the kitchen. The crowd was thick, but they were thankfully trying to aggressively avoid the madwoman with the red lightsaber. That cleared the way a little bit. With all due haste, Niysha made her way to the left as instructed.

"Not leaving you behind," she replied to the roiling ball of adolescent rage closing in behind her. "We're running, with you, right now." Door. Cut? Damn. Niysha handed the vibroblade she'd stolen from one of the ninjas still quite active within the kitchen to In, then reached into her brand new very fancy white suit jacket to produce a small, old, metallic cylinder of her own. With a flick of her thumb from her free hand, there was a telltale snap-hiss and a second blood-red blade blazed on the casino floor.

She didn't slow down on her way to the staff door, but ground to a halt right outside it. With a single slice, she bisected the center locks and joints. A loud metallic whine briefly filled the air as she deactivated her saber, then bopped the heel of her hand against the console to open the door. On the other side was the staff lounge - much quieter than the rest of the ship - and Niysha took the time to set In back down and stow her lightsaber back in her jacket.

"We have a moment. Plans, people. Ten words or less."

 

[Vikai Caznä]

Vikai frantically bolted along to follow both Niysha and In Rhan . Vikai was beyond scurrycore and rodentpilled. She was the very concept of a sqeezing, ill-impressive rat that wanted to escape with whatever it could. Her lightsaber was still ignited as she deflected away random blaster fire that came whizzing past their intended targets, and to them. "Put it away? Why?!" She spat out through gritted teeth as she kept running. In her unsteady, unfocused sprint, Vikai almost tripped out a lost, severed on the ground - how did that get there? She stumbled ahead, legs trying to catch themselves as the lightsaber's blade nearly gives her a new side-shave. Okay, maybe it was wise to turn her plasma death blade off while running. Remember children, do not run with weapons of melting destruction! "- Okay! Okay!" After barely recovering, she cut a quick turn as she found herself lurching into the staff lounge, fumbling right into Niysha before she scrambled back to slam the door's console so it'd close. She furiously tapped on the pad with a finger on repeat, practically begging for it to close - and when it wouldn't? A streak of red can fix everything! Her lightsaber ignited, and stabbed within the console, short-circuiting the tech within as the door forcefully closed. A brash choice, but one not entirely unfounded given moment's before it closed, what looked to have been a Thermal detonator came flying to the door, only to be thunked away as the door closed.

"Chit- chit- chit-..." Vikai slumped against the wall beside the door, slowly sliding downwards as her eyes closed breath. The moment she sat, the sound of the Thermal detonator exploding on the other side roared out, followed by a scream, and then the absence of one. "Ten words..." She repeated. "I think we should-... /Wait/. I saw your piece." She must have been referring to Niysha 's Saber. "I know what you are..." She proclaimed, as if it was some sort of profound reveal that scrutinized the mere existence of the other Sith. The truth is, Vikai was merely stupid and could not take the hints that were littered about before that moment the lightsaber was drawn. "- But yeah, yea'. That doesn't matter right now. We can cut through some stupid party. They won't have blasters or anything!" Vikai. Why. Why do you have to jinx everything you do.

 

[Loomi]

Aurum+ Auction Room
Tags: Vyn Daldoure , Niysha , Vikai Caznä , Razmir Tezhyn , In Rhan

Epo-1, Lushi, Seydan Toth: Appearance​

As Vyn went to secure his vibro knife, Loomi and Seydan prepared to advance through the middle to the auction stage. Using her Mist Weaving abilities, the younger of the two knights wove a shield to cover them. Then, with no other clear course of action, the only way ahead was forward. So Loomi charged her way though the crowd, Seydan close behind her. One nemoidian, trying to get their staff to work, swung at them in a bit of a blind frenzy, only to hit their shield. The Godoan, in return, bashed him in the face with said shield and then threw them back with a Force push into one of their friends. Both went down.

Her antennae curled with anticipation as she felt a blaster-bolt, bright blue like the pantoran who fired it, sail over her head. Seydan was quick to react, taking them down with a stun round. The cloud of smoke was doing it's job, and the warrior of both rival casinos were fighting quite terribly. If they had any talent for combat at all the lower visibility wasn't doing them any favors. Chances were that they weren't really that skilled at all.

At least they had an excuse.

Before long Loomi was up on the stage. She could see very clearly the entrance to the back, likely where the slaves were being held before being brought out to be auctioned off. She positioned herself in front of the door to cover entry with the shield she had woven. Seydan Toth entered first, and Loomi proceeded to wait of Vyn to follow...

 

[In Rhan]

Where: Casino Staff Lounge
Who: Niysha Vikai Caznä
What: Deep breath
"We can worry about who has what pieces later." In promised, wobbling slightly on her feet. The Mouse Droid - still under her arm - chirred in agreement. In set it on a table. "Once we get our ship and get off this station."

In took a moment to fix her waitress outfit. Top pulled up, stockings smoothed, bunny ears fixed. They flopped anyway - the structure damaged by a blaster bolt. In realized she didn't need to keep wearing them and tossed them into the trash. "The Dancer is under the Auction Floor, in the storage hangar. It's heavily armed, but it sounds like maybe things are popping off across the station. We might actually be able to storm it. Get through in the chaos." The Pantoran woman speculated.

As she spoke, In stormed over to a series of staff lockers and began opening them up They weren't very well secured, so it was relatively easy to pop the lockers open by jamming a kitchen knife into the door and wedging the catch free. Something - anything. A fresh blaster, some makeup, a couple of veils. "I suggest we go through the wedding - we don't cause a ruckus because they'll have their own security - and get into the hangar by opening up the Dance Floor. The whole works opens up to the storage area, right beside the slave pens in case you want to use bloodsport in your wedding ceremony."

 

[Niysha]

Where: The unluckiest wedding in the galaxy
Who: In Rhan , Vikai Caznä
What: Being surprisingly well-dressed for this situation

Good. As Niysha figured, getting In out of the immediate line of fire bought her a little breathing room to consider actual strategy. New disguises would help for the immediate future, but that sort of thing wasn't going to hold up more than a few seconds under scrutiny from anything closer than a couple of meters. Niysha mopped off what remained of the cake covering her brand new suit and pulled out her datapad to start up her color scanner app. There had to be some... yes, "white" shoes, to go with her "white" suit. Consider the tumble through cake, down a dumbwaiter, and through a kitchen over the course of the last few minutes, she desperately needed new shoes if she wanted to blend in with a full wedding ensemble.

"Through the wedding, open the dance floor, raid the storage area, free the slaves, take the Dancer back, get out," Niysha repeated simply, as much in an attempt to make sure their hanger-on was caught up as to encourage In's plan. "We should keep sharp and expect some kind of resistance. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if it was a combat droid wedding or something."

Having raided a locker for new shoes and one of the staff storage racks for some cleaning agent, Niysha fixed her jacket properly and stood by the door, striking a surprisingly dashing figure for an insecure, blind mess of nerves. "We might have to work to squeeze all of the slaves into our cargo bay, but when we launch, they're basically home free. No way the cartel's going to catch up with the Dancer on the run."

 

[Vikai Caznä]

"... At least my piece is bigger." Vikai mumbled off to herself as she stepped towards the dozen of lined up lockers. A funny, stupid little fact of this silly little Sith is her fashion sense was out of whack and tune. If the Sith were known for wearing blacks, reds, and purples, Vikai only got the memo for black. The only sort of attire in her wardrobe on her ship that wasn't black was random brown and beige cloaks to blend in with, in different environments. Everything she either ordered from the Holonet or bought in person was always from the most debauched, seedy of stores (your local Edgy-Teen Clothing Store). With all of this in mind, the prospect of having to wear -White- of all colors was the most nerve rattling thing she has felt up to this point of this terrible day. "... What is this about saving all the slaves on this tomb in space?" She muttered out while her eyes gawked wide as she went through each and every locker, staring at the butchery that was the color. With a whimpering sigh, she slowly reached out her ebon-colored glove to grab the white coat of a tuxedo suit which she looped herself into, wearing it as if it was some sort of Speed-Biker's jacket. With all the proper preparation put in place, she depressingly shuffled along towards the door that led to the Wedding, looking as though she was some disheveled suited up child that was being forced to attend a social party because their mother forced them to. When she reached the door, she turned back to offer three gloom-filled words to Niysha and In Rhan .

"... Are we ready?"

 

[In Rhan]

Where: Staff Lounge
When: Moments before Disaster
Who: Niysha Vikai Caznä

In resisted the urge to make a really peurile comment about Niysha's lightsaber skills, but she'd really only seen her partner light the thing two or three times ever. And what she could intend as a fun joke to defuse the siutation might be taken as some sort of cultural misstep. Who really knew when it came to those Sithy sorts? Vikai seemed way more like a traditional Sith than all the other two In had met, which meant that if even half of the stereotypes were in play she really didn't want to get on her bad side. "Save as many slaves as we can, yeah. As many as we can fit on our ship." In reinforced.

It WAS hard to not snicker as Vikai pulled on a white suit jacket with the same disdain a normal person might wear a racially insensitive costume. In gave the younger woman an understanding, grateful (and perhaps mildly condescending) smile as she pulled on a skirt and blazer over her waitress outfit.

"The switch to open the dance floor is on the far side of the room, opposite the staff entrance." In explained as she made for the entrance - pausing to tuck the mouse droid under her arm. She continued as she passed through the staff door, her voice hushed. "We cross, we open, we drop through. Find The Dancer, and break any chains we see. The important part right now, though - act natural. Blend in. We want to be invisible. We're just another part of the crowd."

The wedding on the other side was in full swing. The officiant had just invited one being to join hands with another and was preparing to declare them (un)lawfully wed by the authority of The Most Matrimonial and Gratuitous Lrungo the Hutt. On one side of the hall, a collection of combat droids spanning back generations of design. On the other, dozens upon dozens of Patitites, none of them over half a meter tall, each dressed up in their finery. Standing at the altar, a massive HK-379 assassin droid. On the palm of the droid, a tiny Patitite groom holding a bouquet of space roses and a vibrosword.

The only humanoid above half a meter in height in the entire room, besides In, Vikai, and Niysha, was an extremely checked-out Twilek servant standing by the Patitite-sized buffet table.

"<Rhetorical invitation: Should any being object to this sacred union, I hereby invite them to voice this now or be silent on the matter until deactivation.>" The droid officiant stated in a loud challenge.

In stumbled slightly as one of her heels broke coming through the doorway, causing the mouse droid under her arm to clatter to the ground and roll towards the altar while shrieking a binary profanity. This fractured the silence, but it was shattered by the sound of dozens of blaster-arms and tiny electro-staves being powered up.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

This wasn't what Razmir had expected. Not exactly. Some kind of control center made sense. But what he was led into bordered more on a holo-show recording studio. Their leader—the woman he'd been hearing over the intercom—wasn't what he'd expected either. She must have had ten different trains of thought running parallel behind those neon eyes.

Whether that would be a blessing or a curse Raz couldn't quite tell yet.

However, it seemed that at last someone on this station understood a thing or two about the art of looking good.

He couldn't quite make out the quality of the stitching or the work of the materials, but what he saw could generously be placed into the category of 'stylish'. The neon highlights, designer heels, and a pantsuit that wasn't afraid to make its inspirations in military fashion known all harmonized well together, and moreover it suited her dramatic performance from atop that raised platform.

Not quite Razmir's level, but a worthy adversary on the battlefield of fashion.

"He only consults with a very exclusive clientele. I'm honour-bound not to pass his details on, I'm afraid," Raz gave a genuine smile. "Besides, you're hardly in need of a makeover, lady. I know a thing or two about fashion and you've got your style down to a science. It's the first time I can say no notes tonight and mean it."

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