Zeltrons Gone Wild! (PM for invite)

[Jalek Sathora]

Surprisingly, even shockingly, to some, Jalek wasn't under the influence of any drugs or alcohol just yet, or even remotely inebriated by any other means. That in and of itself was an oddity for him, doubly so in an environment that was intoxicating by itself. Not so surprisingly, a cigarette was perched in his lips, smoke drifting into the already haze-filled air. That was something that never seemed to change about his presence, regardless of what company he was in or how he was expected to behave. It was one of the many little facets of his personality that annoyed any and everyone else in the surrounding area. Of course, he didn't mind in the least. Yet another thing that seemed to bother everyone. Oh well, it wasn't like you could please every person in the galaxy. Or even one of them, sometimes.

Case in point, [member="Cryax Bane"]. If there was one thing he knew perfectly well, it was that he was going to be hearing it once was within the Chiss' line of sight. But it seemed someone else had beaten him to the punch. Or rather, two someones. One of them he recognized as [member="Nimue Stormson"], the Empress that he'd entertained at one of her balls, yet another formal event he'd been forced to attend. The other was a stranger, and a decently looking one at that, to say the least. But from his body language he could tell that the man was more adversary than friend, so he pushed that observation to the back of his mind for the moment.

Dressed plainly in ripped jeans and a dark sleeveless shirt that blatantly exhibited the tattoos that covered his arms for all to see he stepped up to the trio, first turning his attention to Cryax. "Before you say anything, I've been here since you have, so technically I'm not late. And besides, we both know you love me too much to really stay mad at me for that long." He let his lips graze across the other man's for the briefest of seconds, a crooked grin on his lips, as always.

Only nodding in greeting to the Empress he turned his attention next to the man he didn't recognize, not a glimmer of fear in his jade eyes, his approach bold as always. "Is there something I can help you with? Last I checked none of us have business with you, unless..." He trailed off for a moment, remembering the incident with the Mandalorians that Cryax had explained. "Oh, c'mon, is this seriously still about that break-up? You guys need to learn a thing or two about leaving the past in the past. No amount of apologizing is gonna fix anything, so just give it up already. Besides, I don't think he wants to hear it from you either."

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Even though Cryax prefered men, when The Empress grabbed his collar, man-handling him and flattering his looks, the vain Chiss couldn’t help but let out a growl of delight. “I might be able to make an exception for a certain green haired Empress…” he began , when suddenly he stopped mid-sentence. His eyes widening, Cryax noticed a familiar, hulking mohawked figure stalking through the club. He’d only met the man through Holocall, but it was unmistakably [member="Preliat Mantis"] walking right karking towards him. “Kteh!” he cursed in Cheuhn under his breath, as his eyes darted around for the club’s exits. Preliat loomed ever closer, glaring at the surprised Chiss with daggers in his eyes and then spoke:

"You and I should talk,” he hissed.

Before Cryax could answer, the Empress drunkenly draped herself over the Mandalorian like a old fur coat, pawing at his chest. Stifling a laugh, Cryax turned and caught another familiar figure sauntering up behind his enemy’s enormous frame. He wasn’t sure if Jalek had the galaxy’s best timing or the worst, but there he was. In all of his late glory. He came up and planted a kiss on Cryax signalling to everyone in the room, including Mantis just how important he was to the Chiss, and then launched into his usual wisecracks, this time delivered to the obviously irate Mandalorian.

As Cryax Bane himself had been extorting the club owner, he was allowed to keep the blaster underneath his jacket. Not that it would have been much help against the other man’s armor, but he figured there had to be some reason that Preliat didn’t have his big meaty hands around the Chiss’s throat. This was his turf and his Ravens were here, peppered around the club. Cryax knew this confrontation was an eventuality. Might as well rip off that Bacta patch. The Chiss crime boss faced Mantis square in the eye and finally spoke:

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” he asked, his glowing red eyes flashing with defiance. “Speaking of which, [member="Dredge"] told me to tell you he said hi."

[member="Nimue Stormson"] [member="Jalek Sathora"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Dak grabbed Paige's hand, beckoned to Val and they made their way to the dance floor. Finally, she was gonna get her foam on! Humans, aliens and Zeltrons alike writhed on the dance floor. The room was extremely hot so when the foam came out of giant fire-hose looking machines, the crowd cheered and jumped all around to get hit by it. Some of the day-glow paint from the 2nd floor had also made its way down here so the entire area was a wet, sudsy, neon mess. And Dak loved every inch of it! She moved to the beat of the music and grinded against Paige first then she moved onto Val with a come-hither look and slid her body up and down on his. On the dance floor she also spied her boss [member="Cryax Bane"]. Thankfully he looked like he was finally loosening up. And there was [member="Nimue Stormson"] having the time of her life. And even though she knew Bane wanted her to meet with the club owner later for business right now she was going to have as much fun as she could while the night was still young.

[member="Paige Argous"]
[member="Val Cardin"]

 

[Garik Reed]

As the foam sprayed down on Val, he was a bit surprised, but when with it. He danced along with Page and Dak, chuckling to himself as they danced together. Val looked around the dance floor, observing what he saw, honestly, it was hard to tell who was who. He shrugged it off, and just kept on dancing. He smiled as Dak came over to him. "So this is just a regular night for you?" He shouted over the music. He raised an eyebrow, and went to grab her hips as they danced. If this was life was like in Red Ravens, he would have no complaints whatsoever.

[member="Dakita Calfur"] | [member="Paige Argous"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Nimue Stormson"] got a look that said 'get off me, slut'. He had no time for her drunken antics, nor did he want to spend the time dealing with her advances. Besides- he was a married man. He didn't want to lose @Aditya Amadis over some skimpy empress. Besides, Aditya was just a little hotter than her.


"Tell your boyfriend with his haircut more suited to a 13 year old boy going through a phase that if he ever speaks to me directly again, I'm going to break every bone below his nose."He stared at [member="Cryax Bane"]. He turned his head."[member="Dredge"] had you do his dirty work. And you failed- miserably. But I'm here to give you a warning, Mr. Bane."He stepped forward.


"But before I do, whatever weapon you have on you, if you have one at all- you won't be fast enough to go for it. Not this close. Not against me. But I'm going to kill you. Not now, not tomorrow- but soon. I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to personally make sure the Red Ravens are taken apart like a jigsaw puzzle my daughter completes and I have to clean up after. Don't you ever-"He cocked his head, getting slightly in Cryax's face."Ever think that you can match me, my people, or my family. You have beef with me. Don't you dare try to think anyone else can save you. Not even Dredge, as powerful as you think he is." Preliat's crushgaunt adorned fingers rolled in a fist, then stopped, flexing his fingers.


"Do you have anything to say?"

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Despite the look he gave Nimue still had a inebriated look or lust towards [member="Preliat Mantis"] before he started talking to [member="Cryax Bane"] . While she didn’t fully understand what was going on, from both not knowing the history between the two and her own drunken state, the empress still looked back and forth between the two as heated words were given. When [member="Jalek Sathora"] had arrived she only gave him a little wave of her fingers before hearing the angered tone the Mandalorian traded with the chiss.​

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When he about having something to say Nimue stepped in, standing between the two, and said “Yeah. I do! You, sir, are a very *hick* rude man. And no one talks that way *hick* to Sir Bane, or Mr. Jalek, as long as I’m around.” She’d poked her finger into his chest as she spoke. "You may be big and strong and *hick* handsome, but no one talks to my friends like that without suffering the wrath of the *burp* Empress of Effekt!" Eventually she said “Now excuse me while I find someone to *hick* throw you out. And possible get a room for the two of us…”​

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After that the drunken empress stumbled away. She went into the crowd of partying people, eventually getting lost in the crowd. However it would be some time before it was clear that the Empress hadn’t retuned. She was missing. How long everyone else would know was only a matter of time.​

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[member="Dakita Calfur"]​

 

[Armand Temi]

As Dak twirled around, letting Cardin rest his hands on her hips she shouted back to him, "Oh this is a pretty boring night actually! A regular night in the Ravens includes spice, mayhem, larceny, sex, rock n' roll and murder." She slowed down and put her hands on his chest, running them up and down, feeling his chest strong muscles. "And that is just for starters," she whispered into his ear. She guided them over the foam machine so it could spray down on top of them again, making even their footing slippery on the dance floor, not to mention their clothing and skin.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a bit of a fracas and as mother karking usual [member="Cryax Bane"] was in the middle of it. A large mohawked Mandalorian was pressing his big ole face into Cryax's. Then she saw the Mando make a fist and suddenly she thought her Chiss-boss was about to get decked. Cryax's boyfriend [member="Jalek Sathora"] and [member="Nimue Stormson"] were stepping back apprehensively. She looked back at Val and gave him a nervous smile. For once during that night she wondered where her Twi'lek bodyguard was even though she was the one who dismissed him to have the night off.

[member="Val Cardin"]
[member="Paige Argous"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax was glad that [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] weren’t here with him tonight, because she would probably have maced the man and then run away. Then ol' Preliat would be even angrier as he faced off with the Chiss. Bane flinched as Mantis shoved his face a mere centimeters away from his own. Then Mantis asked Cryax the wrong question:

"Do you have anything to say?"

Oh, Cryax Bane always had something to say, and this time was no different.

FIrst, he growled a warning, “Don’t you ever lay a hand on this man.” he gestured to Jalek Sathora. “If you harm him in anyway, I will rip your intestine out, strangle you with it, and then use it as a jump rope in my daily workout routine.”

Then the Chiss suddenly pointed a blue-skinned finger at a location just over the man's shoulder, “Look over there, Mantis. That must be the flying kark I don’t give about you or your people. Your Manda’lor assaulted me on my home turf, kidnapped me, kept me in a cell, dragged me to his planet and made me apologize to his sister. So don’t talk to me about vendettas. Go peddle those papers somewhere else.” He paused to take a deep breath and continued his tirade, his red eyes flashing.

“Look, Mantis. I’m gonna be honest with you, Dredge was going to kill me if I didn’t deliver you.” He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “What would you have done if you were me? It was survival, man. Nothing personal.”

Meanwhile, the Chiss's battle droid bodyguards had clanked up and formed a half circle around the men. With one flick of his hand, Cryax could order them to shoot, but for now, he stood as still as a snake, waiting for Preliat's next move.

[member="Jalek Sathora"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Jack Rand]

[member="Val Cardin"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Paige Argous"] [member="Nimue Stormson"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Jack powered through a few drinks to get the adrenaline inside of him rushing, he wanted this night to be as fun for him as possible lord knows when he'd get to go to another party. The colourful spirits slowly began their business in slightly inebriating Jack as he made his way onto the foamy dance floor, looking for a partner. Jack began to dance with random people: man, woman, other and he was having the time of his life or at least at the moment. Jack went over to a foam machine with some of the other party-goers that were here.

As he was wandering the dance floor covered in foam Jack noticed some nasty business going in another part of the room, he sincerely hoped that nothing would come of it. He would hate to have to ruin the party with Republic business, he was on his break and was here to enjoy himself. Jack wandered around the dance floor for a bit longer, looking for another dance partner that he could have some fun with. He just wanted to have a good time tonight as he was off the planet in a few days, so he needed to party it up tonight.

 

[Jalek Sathora]

If there was one thing Jalek wasn't good at, it was staying quiet when it was in his better interests to do so. One could blame his upbringing on the streets of Taris, though most weren't kind enough to even give him that excuse. And he knew that this particular Mandalorian wouldn't be any different, doubly so given the way he was raised in contrast to the Morellian. "Anyone ever tell you that you should respect your elders? I'll place credits on me being at least twenty years older than you. Trust me, I've seen a lot worse. And that's just from your people." Okay, that last part might have been uncalled for, but he was one to do something and think about the consequences later.

Exhaling smoke rings into the air, he shrugged in response to Preliat's threats, however idle they most likely weren't. "Not bad with the threats, really. But you should look in the mirror before you go around insulting people on how they look." A smirk. "Of course, I can't honestly say that." It was his own form of subtle flirting, something he was persistent with even after seeing how unsuccessful [member="Nimue Stormson"]'s advances turned out. Stubbornness was a virtue of his, even if it did irritate everyone he came into contact with.

A crooked grin was all he had to say in regards to Cryax's protectiveness, not making any move to back them up with more of his own. He would take this in stride, as he did everything else. The moment he stopped annoying others or causing them to want him dead was the day he would breathe his last.

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

He turned his head for just a fraction of a second, before he turned back to Cryax."Your workout routine uses a jump rope. That's cute."He turned his head, placing his crushgaunt adorned hands in front of him, crossing his powerful arms.


"I wouldn't have gotten myself to be the queen of the galaxy's punching bag of a Vong. You're not a leader and you're not a man. You're a coward. Oh- and you didn't deliver me. So I guess he's going to kill you."The Wolf smiled. He smiled. He was smiling. It wasn't a pleasant smile. It was a malicious, hate-filled smile that showed [member="Cryax Bane"] that he was just a fraction of a second away from snapping his neck.


"Between the droids and your boyfriend that probably won't help you against me...I'd say you're scared. You see, Cryax-"He pointed between them."Your power and respect comes from people wanting their wallets to get fatter. You usurped power, and you led the Ravens into nothing short of a syndicate- but you're building it on sand. Because you're a piss poor, cowardly leader."Preliat looked at him up and down, sizing him up. The look on Preliat's face meant that [member="Cryax Bane"] didn't amount to much.

"I earned my place. I earned my title and I wear it with pride."He glared at him."My armor will give me just enough time to kill you, and your boyfriend if those droids open fire."Preliat smirked and cocked his head again, remaining in Cryax's face.


"You're about as threatening as the Sith on Dromund Kaas. Before we glassed the planet and destroyed their temple. I remember fondly destroying the Sith throne with Gilamar. I look forward to having a similar moment with the casino you built."He glared around the club, but didn't look at Jalek. He didn't even value him as a person, given his status, company, and attire. He also found his tattoos stupid.


"You're a boy playing a man's game, Cryax. You don't have the stones. My advice is to get out of the game of killing, and stick to sitting behind a computer and slicing, or whatever it is you do. But you aren't suited to war, or death. And you don't want a war with me. I did not earn my namesake by having a big nose."He looked at the other partygoers, then slowly- back to Cryax. But then, he found himself wanting to speak to [member="Jalek Sathora"].


"It'd be very smart for you to be quiet."

He turned back to Cryax.

"I'm leaving. Call off your droids, or I'm going to use the flamethrower on my wrist to burn you and your boyfriend alive before the droids shoot me to pieces. I also expect not to get shot in the back, lest you want a Mandalorian strike team coming here instead of me by my lonesome."

 

[Garik Reed]

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

Val waggled his eyebrows as she whispered to him. He followed her over to the foam machine, and let himself get drenched. He tried wiping some of it off of his face, but it only made it worse. He laughed, and grabbed Dak's hands as they danced. He followed her eyes over to where [member="Cryax Bane"] and [member="Preliat Mantis"] seemed to be having some sort of confrontation. He shrugged, and looked back to Dakita, smiling. He could give a kark about what was going on over there. Right now, he had a beautiful Zeltron to hit on. "So if this is boring, what do we do to make it fun?" He said to her. He winked at her again, as more foam poured on top of them.

Val looked around the dance floor, and saw the man who he'd given a drink to earlier. Even though they barely talked, he seemed like a cool guy.

[member="Jack Rand"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Just then the lights went completely dark. Like pitch black. Can't see anything. Nada.

Then there was a loud siren that blared over the music and the lights came up flashing. Whistles and laser beam noises could be heard from Club Frenzy's loudspeaker. The Zeltron DJ took the mic and shouted out, "This part of our Dance Party is what I like to call the Wild West! We're gonna come around and give you all foam guns to shoot at each other like cowboys. Make 'em dance people!!!! MAKE THEM DANCE!!!!" With that the DJ turned the music up to deafening levels and scantily clad male Zeltron strutted out, onto the dance floor handing every one of the crowd a rather powerful looking foam rifle. Sprays of foam were starting to come from the crowd at a rapid pace.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Jalek Sathora"]
[member="Jack Rand"]
[member="Val Cardin"]
[member="Paige Argous"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Nimue Stormson]

The two men in charge of watching Empress Nimue had realized they’d lost sight of her during the party. They’d been caught up in getting their own drinks and thinking that she was safe with [member="Cryax Bane"] , [member="Jalek Sathora"] and the others. Apparently not as they couldn’t see her below. Worried as ever the two hurried down to the dance floor, using the elevator, before looking around.​

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They pushed their way into the crowd of people, now getting their hands on foam guns, while trying to see if the Empress was among them. Turning around on girl and pulling off the hats of others they checked every dark haired girl on one wearing a green dress. No luck whatsoever. The two started to worry even more, knowing if something happened to her would mean their asses were grass.​

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Spotting [member="Dakita Calfur"] they pushed past everyone to reach her, saying “Ma’am. Have you seen the empress? We can’t find her!”​

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“She was down here with y’all, right?” the other tried to confirm. “She say where she was going or anything? She’s been gone for over half an hour.”​

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[member="Val Cardin"] [member="Jack Rand"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

While Josh seemed to be drinking a little more than he should, he was using a little trick he'd learned, using the Force to null the effects of the alcohol a bit. Of course, despite all the chaos (Pun totally intended), he was enjoying himself. Alas, it was obvious that he was a bit... Alone, at this party. And all that he could try to strike conversation with seemed to already be engaged. Regardless, he continued to sip his drink, just taking in the atmosphere... Watching, observing. Observing what crazy people did on their spare time.

Perhaps he should be getting back to business soon...

 

[Cryax Bane]

For better or worse, Cryax’s mind was too far broken to feel much fear anymore and his position in the Red Ravens had made him feel carelessly untouchable. Once Preliat was finished, Cryax gave him a slow clap. “Nice speech, Preliat. How long did it take you to get all those big words right? Probably a few weeks, huh?” His teeth gritted, it was all he could do to resist backhanding the big face that was a few hairs away from his own.

“I usurped power? That’s a big karking laugh. I paid my dues, Mantis. Unlike you Mandalorians I don’t try to hog all the glory for myself. I was a behind-the-scenes mastermind behind many Red Raven operations. I rose up in the ranks of the Red Ravens using my brains and tenacity, not crushgaunts and Beskar'gam."

Puzzled Zeltron partiers turned to look when the Chiss raised his voice to a shout. “You vainglorious, Moactan Teel. Don’t you fething talk to me about leadership. I sacrificed myself to Dredge to save my teammates,” he spat. “Was I supposed to let them all die? I would never willingly give myself to that monster.”

“You want war with me, Preliat Mantis. I say bring it,” he hissed. “But trust me, you don’t want to attack the Red Ravens. Honestly Prel, you’re just not pretty enough to be that stupid. So go on and fly away. Go back to your Vode and tell them Cryax Bane said, 'the Mandos can all kiss my...'"

Suddenly, a big glop of day glo foam hit the Chiss in the side of the face as the lights went out. He wiped it away with his hand as he kept his eyes trained on Preliat. As a Chiss, Cryax could see in the dark but he saw no alarming moves being made by the Mandalorian. He only hoped that his undercover Raven henchmen around the club wouldn't get trigger happy.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Jalek Sathora"]

 

[Jalek Sathora]

Another shrug and a smirk. "Yeah, it'd be smart for me to do a lot of things. But you telling me that won't change anything. If I cared at all about what people like you had to say, then I wouldn't still be talking, now would I?" Jalek blew another cloud of smoke into the air, not much caring in which direction it happened to drift. Either way he'd already managed to anger the man a monumental amount, and nothing he said or did would have any impact in changing the fact. It was all in now, and he never really knew how to back down in the first place.

"So, are you done with the threats yet? Listening to you talk isn't half as amusing as I thought it was going to be, even if you do have a pretty face. You're looking to be all bark and no bite, not that I'm much surprised. And it's about time that you left, too. Don't let the door hit you on the way out." Now he was just continuing to see how much of a rise he could get out of [member="Preliat Mantis"], knowing he was stretching his luck past its limit. Caring was for those who believed in such in the first place.

Blinking as the lights went out he didn't make any other move to react, remaining surprisingly silent for either a reply or some other, more physical retaliation. He was expecting the latter at the moment. No matter how smart Preliat might have been, he knew better than anyone that even the most logical people could succumb to their emotions of goaded too far.

"Good riddance."

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Rapid-fire foam flew all around them in streams like bolts of wet electricity. Once the lights were back on and with foam gun in hand, Dak pointed the neon green toy at Val Cardin and said, "Bang! You're my prisoner now." She didn't shoot him with foam as he was already soaked to the skin. "Maybe Mesh'la, what wouldn't make it so boring is if you and me went up to the VIP lounge and got a premium bottle of Vistulo brandale." She inched a few fingers up his chest as she spoke this to him. Or better yet, Dak thought, her hotel was right across the street...

She looked back over at [member="Cryax Bane"]. Her boss right now was extremely distracted and thoroughly all about the business of chewing out the giant Mandalorian. He probably wouldn't notice her missing. But she waited to see Val Cardin's reaction to her proposition.

[member="Val Cardin"]

 

[Nimue Stormson]

As [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] sat alone someone had spotted him and walked up behind where he sat. Almost in a flash the person grabbed him from the back of his shirt and his wrist and tried pulling him towards the restrooms. Upon further discover for the Jedi master he would see it was the Empress, still looking as drunken as ever. She only glanced back once or twice before making sure the jedi was still with her as she brought him to the doorway of the ladies room. There were no words. Just a look. One that basically said “get in here and do what I want or I’ll break your nose”. She even gave a smirk and a little shush with her finger before trying to pull him inside.​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Quickly, someone had grabbed the back of his shirt and his wrist and pulled, and within moments, the Jedi Master would ball up a fist and prepared to use that strength he was known for to deliver a swift punch to whoever had been foolish enough to try to attack. Of course, he would stop as he realized his "Assailant" was none other than the Empress herself, who had begun pulling him toward the ladies room when nobody was looking. The look she gave him seemed to show she meant business, and he would go with her warily. His eyes moved down to the lightsaber on his belt, in case something funny was going on... While the drinks had relaxed him a bit, he was still a cautious man.

It occurred to him that perhaps she hadn't ignored that parting whack as bad as he thought she did...

[member="Nimue Stormson"]