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[Ghruna]

PARTY

Tatiana Sah Varin Mortifer

The air tasted wrong.

Too many bodies. Too many smells layered on top of each other. Frying oil. Metal. Spice. Rot. Sweat. Something electrical.

Ghruna walked through Level 1313 with her shoulders slightly hunched, as though expecting the ceiling to drop lower. It nearly did. Pipes sweated overhead. Neon light flickered across her horns and painted her red hair in sickly green.

Seven feet of muscle did not move easily in corridors.

Someone muttered as she brushed past them. Another spat near her boots. She did not look at either.

On Malthyl, space meant sky and wind and open ground. She had grown up on a planet of mountains and open sky and storms. One filllwrd with monstrous predators she could recognis. Here, threats breathed down your neck without warning.

Her tail flicked once in irritation.

The noise from Club Cadaver thudded through the metal bones of the level ahead. Bass like war drums. That felt familiar enough.

A victory party was a party.

She paused at the mouth of a narrow alley. Two men leaned against a wall, arguing in hushed tones. One wore a concealed blaster poorly. The other kept glancing behind him.

They froze when they noticed her.

Ghruna stared.

One swallowed. "You lost?"

"No."

"You are."

She kept walking. Behind her, they did not follow.

Level 1313 did not feel like a battlefield. It felt like something worse. A maze. A hunt where the prey did not know it was prey.

Club Cadaver pulsed. Music rolled like distant thunder. Bodies packed tight. Across the press a familiar form rose above the others.

Ghruna approached the bar. She glanced once at the fragile looking stool and decided to lean on the bar instead. The tips of her horns almost caught a wire rack overhead that held clean glasses.

Her head cocked a bit to the side before her gaze swung over to Varin. "Is this fit for Human consumption?" A few blinks followed the question before a quick shake of her head. "In an hour you might be on the floor drinking this."

Ghruna leaned forwards curiously and looked down the bar at the girl on the other side of Varin.

"What are you drinking?" she asked.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Arris Windrun //: Eira Dyn //:
//: Attire //:

Coruscant smelled nicer nowadays. The Jedi were off-world… and the pseudo Imperials. Allyson yawned slightly as she continued to walk down the alleyway. Whistling a happy little Corellian children's song, she skipped along, enjoying the crisp air that had stopped burning of sulfur.

Whatever storm had carved its way through the levels had been quite something.

The Sith never fail to show off.

Her whistling trailed off as something caught her attention. An odd sensation lingered in the Force, and while she was suppressing her own presence, she was able to pick up on a creation. Wandering her small smile closely widened to a grin upon seeing the essence that was Arris Windrun, but not Arris Windrun.

A long whistle echoed as she walked up to the mess that lay a mere few inches from her leather-bound boots.

"Wow. A great conqueror of Coruscant reduced to this," Allyson did her best not to laugh, but knowing the small tale of Arris Windrun up to this point… this was probably far from her ideal setting. In particular, running into the Corellian once again.

"So what… or who did you piss off to end up like this, my little creation?"

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Anet Raine Quinn Varanin
Indirect Tag: Adelle Bastiel
Location: Coruscant Level 1313 Club Cadaver
The Fit

"You know, this place was the closest I had to a home for a long time. Coruscant, I mean. Not this dive."

Reina waved her hand through the air towards the entrance of the club, letting out a small sigh. The Ersansyr had never headed this low down when she had lived on the planet. Most of her adventuring had stayed on the upper levels near the Jedi Temple. Her second real home, now occupied by various Sith. None of that mattered in this moment however, as she brushed down her jeans. A night out with her Tárinya, her queen, meant a night of looking good. A night of confidence. There was a slight grin on her face as she pushed the door open, letting Quinn in, whilst also letting her eyes scan along the club for familiar faces for a moment. It wouldn't surprise her if a few members of the Covenant were here. It seemed like their place. But today was not a day for investigation.

"Hm. Place doesn't look as bad as I was expecting."

Her gaze drifted over towards Quinn, breaking out into a wider grin for a slight moment. There had been something ever since the battle on Brosi that had made Reina even more curious about the Echani. The battle meditation, the connection through the Force that had felt far different to how it felt now. Yet she hadn't dediced to pry. That could come another day. Though remembering that day did cause Reina to rub her jaw for a moment, a reminder of the pain that fighting had caused her.

"Do you want to find a place to sit? I can grab us some drinks or...Huh."

The Ersansyr's eyes fell upon a familiar visage of Anet sat near the dance floor, already drinking something that looked strong. Might as well introduce the pair. And so Reina headed on over towards Anet's booth, glancing backwards to check on Quinn before throwing herself down into the side opposite Anet, scooching over towards the corner.

"'Net! Long time, no see. What'cha drinking?"

This was yet a third side of Reina that the half-pantoran was getting to see. The first had been Reina down on her luck, being all miserable and near enough drinking her own sorrows away on Nar Shaddaa. The second had been professional Reina, with the job on Coruscant. And now? It was just Reina. The one who didn't care about the stare Anet had been giving people.

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[Arris Windrun]

Tag: Allyson Locke | Eira Dyn

Arris was still adjusting to her new situation when she heard a voice she'd recognize anywhere.

Allyson Locke.

She turned her head toward the voice. The stupid green-tinted vision started glitching out. A flicker here. A flicker there. Some static. Latency, noticeable latency. Eugh. Arris hated it.

There was quipping it. They both knew her current set of cybernetics was the kind of junkyard trash no self-respecting cyborg would use. And yes, that meant Arris was self-respecting. It wasn't much. But it was there.

"So what… or who did you piss off to end up like this, my little creation?"

"Little creation?" Her tone was half as good as any raised brow. "What, should I start calling you mother now? Or m...." No. Arris stopped herself before she committed. That would've just made it weirder.

She shook her head and sighed at herself.

"I'm still figuring it out." She answered.

Before it escaped her mind, she took a shot in the dark. "Say... you haven't seen my guns around, have ya?"

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Arris Windrun //: Eira Dyn //:
CC: //: Madelyn Lowe //:
//: Attire //:

"Where you going to call me Mommy?" Allyson smirked, "You can if you want to," she tilted her head from side to side, letting the thought linger for a moment.

"You'd have to take it up with the person I'm sleeping with, though," her nose wrinkled as she pulled out her comm device and angled it over the cyborg. "She might not like that, though."

The device zoomed in...

"You're also not really my type, Windrun."

A small flash snapped a photo of the Windrun with the wind knocked from her sails.

"You know you still got a mouth on you, even if it's got a two or four minute delay." Another small jab, but Allyson looked around. Unlike someone else, she probably could find the bits and bobs that made Arris who she was a lot faster than someone else.

The burning question was…

"So if I help you — what do I get out of it?"

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: Get The Party Started
Location: Club Cadaver
Tag: OPEN

Her head bobbed to the music as she walked through the club past what she was pretty sure was a drunk as chit Vestra. She was pretty sure she had also seen a brief glimpse of Anet but she wasn't sure, I mean most of the people here were taller than her obscuring her damn vision. Why did everyone have to be so damned tall and always gather in herds like nerf's stampeding for the trough at feeding time.

She let out a heavy sigh to herself as she pushed her way through the crowds of dancers and loiterers leering while puffing on their drugs of choice. Tamsin was going to make it to the bar she was going to drown her mind in whatever this had to serve. She was going to indulge in the music and relax like her sister always told her she should do.

Well at least she didn't have to keep an eye on her sister anymore and try to keep her from leaving with the worst person in the club. Try meaning failing miserably every time and getting ditched. Again, she sighed as she continued her way to the bar, she missed it. She felt so lost without her best friend, her only friend.

She wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings as some alien in a suit with an earpiece stepped in front of her. She bumped into him. "Uh sorry excuse me." She said putting her head down and tried to sidestep him, but he just stepped in her path again. This caused her to look up, she didn't know what kind of alien he was but damn was he ugly. He looked like a cross between a Gamorrean and Wookiee with horns. Not even the fancy suit he was wearing could distract from that grotesque tusked sneer on his face.

"Yos tah yungin ta be in ah here."

Yet another sigh left Tamsin's lungs as she just shook her damn head. Why the hell did everyone think she was just some damn kid.

"I…I'm with the sith?" Maybe that would get this guy to move.

"Oh ahha, ye you wit dah siff. Dhey rahcruiten toddla's like dah jeti naw are dhey?

A low growl formed under her breath at being referred to as a toddler. She wanted to punch this…this….thing in front of her. Gritting her teeth she glanced around spotting one giant in the crowd she knew.

"I'm not a Toddler!" She huffed. "I am a Sith!" She huffed some more. "Even if I was you already let a Twelve-year-old in here to drink!" She pointed and the hairy pig-like thing looked to where she was pointing. She pointed in the direction of Varin Mortifer . As Pig man was distracted she slipped by him her tiny legs making haste for the bar and slamming credits on the counter.

"I want to play the from the center to the abyss, we will start from the core and a shot of something from Coruscant!" The Tender looked at her for moment wonder if this small woman was sure. Then just shrugged and started pouring her a shot of Coruscant Cooler.

 

[Groushh]

Theme: Suspense
Location: The Guts (Get lost)

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It was no wonder, that Groushh ended up again in the worst parts of the worst parts. Nowadays those were the places he would feel the most comforable at. Unlike the upper levels these places here did not house millions of people on thight rooms. No loud music everywhere coming from the bars and clubs that would overstimulate Groushh and irritate him. No, here there was a lot going on but more breathing room for him. A place of constant conflict everywhere. Exactly what Groushh is looking for. A place where he needs to be constantly on the lookout. Constantly walking, never stopping or calming down. For Groushh relaxing was a punishement, not a releaf after a 40h work week. He needed the constant danger around him. It made him aware and not forgetfull of him.

He spent many days on the criminal parts here, because every so often then not, something beneficial would araise on these streets. So like always, Groushh was about to make his tour around. Sticking to the shadows mostly, almost completely melting his persona with the shadows, he walked around and listened to what was happening around him. His many years using tech to hear from afar made him adept to distinguishing sounds from another so he could fully focus on one voice while many other sounds were around him.

And so it did not take a lot of time until his bat like tech ears found nearby sound sources. Quickly, Groushh tapped in and walked up there to the scenery. At a good distance, that Groushh defined behind a wall he looked out and made out 2 distinct figures. It seemed like one of them was in need of help while the other one was offering it, though teasing.

Groushh focused more. A gambling game was ongoing. Not interesting for Groushh. A fools way to hoping to earn money. Money is earned trough work, not sheeming and scamming.

Then he heard the grunts of physical fights and lots of walking. Looks like someone was killed and the culprit ran off.

For now it seems the sole source that would reveal something would be the woman in need it seemed. It peaked out of his hiding and zoomed in with the help of his helmet. The person standing had no clothing peace that would classify her. What about the woman on the ground though. He zoomed in. It seemed like we had a cyborg here who had lost all her parts.

Groushh lifted his left hand and tapped onto his vambrace. Time to lookup both of these individuals. First he send both of their faces trough the bounty board. It took a while but no results found. No bounty on either of them.

Plan B. Send the faces trough the Sith network. Let's see if the old access still work. Groushh tapped a few times trying got get into the system, but something was off. His backdoor was shut off. A slightly disappointed sigh came out of Groushh. Someone discovered his backdoor access ? Rarely people manage to find them, but not impossible. Still annyoing. One possibility less. That made his prepwork harder. For now he kept his ear open to them. Maybe another opportunity would arise.