Ain’t No Party Like a Red Ravens Party (Open, No Fighting)

[Blair]

Given his confidence Yuuta had no doubt that Seto was the type to keep a winning streak. And with her help it be more so as she knew the tricks and trades of the Dragon Palace Casino. Being a member of the Red Ravens meant she had acess to a lot of the tips and tricks of the place, partly how the card games tended to be rigged depending on the tables. When asked about the next hand she leaned in a whipsered to him what to call. After she did Yuuta nodded her head towards the dealer at the table, he nodding back as an indication he understood. Of course this was all done under Seto's nose to keep him thinking on his perfect winning streak. As she watched as he would eventually win his next hand her Yuuta's free one that wasn't holding the drink was laid on his back.

[member="Seto Du Couteau"]

 

[Valik]

A party such as this wasn't a normal avenue for the Sith Scientist Warren Valik, but it was a public event and he knew little of the 'Red Ravens' as they were called. Or why they were named after an obscure bird located on Dathomir that wasn't even red, but with them gaining territory out in Wild Space he supposed it would be nice to learn. Using Sith Mask to appear as someone else he passed through security unfettered, having no weapons of any sort on him. Yet at least. If he wanted to he could have made something when he got inside, but for now he would remain unarmed. The man in front of him however was not so lucky, a ring in his satchel setting off an alarm. The guards didn't seem to mind it however, letting him pass. Intriguing.


Following the bothan until he sat next to the man and nudged his should.

"I'm looking to get in a little trouble tonight. Have a feeling you are too. Want some help?"


[member="Spectre"]

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Winning again, his mind raced towards his next hand as he collected the credits to make a nice pile for himself. If he allowed himself he would grin from ear to ear as he kept his plastered grin as raised once more as he saw his new hand. Already he took notice of the other players and wondered how much could he possibly squeeze from them before calling it quits for this table. Already he noticed some tempers flaring in their eyes, his own only gleamed as made another raise, perhaps the other man across the table only called to spite Seto. His next card was given and once more he raised but now he raised too much, Seto smiled inside he found the table's limit, the man folded and he simply placed his cards face down as he gathered his another batch of credits. Now slowly putting his chin on his left hand as his next hand was dealt, his grin returned. He wasn't going to win, he was sure, but he was feeling charitable, he wanted to sting their pride as he simply called the next few bets. "I always enjoy coming out on top," He murmured mostly to himself as he showed his hand, he lost and his grin grew ever so wide. Seto was sure the other men were seething but he didn't care, he beat them and he had his fun. "Well! Du Couteau had his thrill from this table, I bid all of you a fare-night," Seto declared as he stood up.

Moving away from the table his eyes stared around, searching for his next thrill, perhaps a few more hours, but for the moment, "I haven't explore much the casino aside from the tables, and so far the four including this one I've been able to win had all but ran out of their use to placate my thirst for a thrill," Seto explained, "So, what do you suggest?"

[Member="Yuuta Namari"]

 

[Blair]

Another win, as she'd palnned. It always helped to get a man's intuitive nature to win riled up. That often effected the rest of him as well, and Yuuta wanted him as veril as ever. She watched him win his hand before declaring he was done with the tables. She smirked at this, finishing down her drink and leaving the empty glass at the table for anyone to deal with themselves. She followed him, taking his arm again, before he asked what else was there for a thrill now that he'd won four tables.

She smiled, her eyes like a predator, as she said "I have a few ideas." She leaned in a whispered to him what they were, some a little too much to say aloud, before pulling back and asking "That enough thrills for you, Mr. Du Couteau?"

[member="Seto Du Couteau"]

 

[Noamd]

[member="Nei Laa"]

"I'm not that young, and I came here to meet new people" he replied a little annoyed 'I thought my parents lived on Dantooine' Nomad thought to himself a little childishly which probably didn't help his situation. "And may I ask what your doing here?" Nomad knew other nautolans were around but didn't expect Nei

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Valik"] [member="Spectre"]

No weapons, no Force powers, a half-decent fake ID, a blend of Whyren's Reserve and Bavo Six truth serum in a hip flask. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

"Gentlemen," she said, and took a fake drink. She stretched a thin film over the flask's mouth, something that could be stripped away with just the right motion of a thumb. She did not deploy said motion.

 

[Bellona Vel]

Arkia socializes casually with a few of the guests who compliment her on her gown. She gives a polite nod as she excuses herself from the group and continues to walk. The nautolan noticed quite a few people of her own species. How interesting that they should be here. As she watches the higher ups of the Red Ravens, she casually takes a tiny sip of her drink. Arkia walks carefully through a crowd of women gossiping about someone they saw across the room. The women seem to be oblivious to her rather obvious eye roll in their direction. She had forgotten how boring and tedious balls and parties could be.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto titled his head in question, a single eyebrow raised as gave a thoughtful expression. A sly grin danced on his lips as he shook his head, "That is not exactly what I find a thrill per say," Seto said, his expression still thoughtful. Straightening his tie with a small chuckle, "But you want to end your night so soon with such luxuries presented here around us?" He asked once before shrugging, "Perhaps afterwards we can enjoy ourselves more on the casino floor, but as for the present let us go with your plans, only fair since I dragged you with me with my plans," He explained.

His eyes looked around himself, his eyes then looked down at his watch, a soft sigh, "Not much time," Seto frowned, "And tomorrow's business I cannot postpone again," Shrugging once, "Just letting you know, I am not much of a relationship commitment type of guy," He said, a wry smile, he always said these to many of people. He was indeed a thrill seeker, but that was more of a hobby compared to what he had been working for these past four years. Sorry but, I got a lot more ahead of myself He thought to himself.

[Member="Yuuta Namari"]

 

[Blair]

Hearing his consent Yuuta grinned before taking his hand. She watched as he looked at his watch and said how there was only so much time and that he wasn't one to commit to a relationship type of guy. She giggled and said "Don't worthy. Neither am I. I just think we could both benefit from a little R and R. If only for tonight. Come along, Mr. Risk Taker." she said, pulling him with her as she lead him to the back. Eventually she took him to one of the back ways into one of the private booths in the casino. This one was thankfully occupied which meant they had all the time to themselves. Once they were both in she closed and locked the door behind her before leaping to Seto and kissing him. Her tounge pushed into his mouth as her hands wrapped around her nack and gripped the back of her head.

[member="Seto Du Couteau"]

 

[Dredge]

The lifeless thrall under the name of Richard Bargas continued to walk the halls disinterested in everyone and everything that wasn't his objective. He didn't stop to look at the beautiful people around the bars or on the dance floor, he didn't stop to gamble or drink, just walk. It was almost completely alien in motion to watch, his movements smooth yet robotic in nature. He was looking for that one person, that one person to bring more torment to. To remind him that even though he had been set free, the nightmare was still very far from over.

The thrall looked around and walked into more of a lounge type area to scan what was going on. His dead eyes looked over the crowd picking faces and sorting them. What this man had gone through to make him more complacent to orders was probably best not to be said. His eyes met a lonely booth in the back to see two men and an escort of droids. Security would not be a problem, the thrall wasn't here to fight but to deliver a message to the man. He spotted the Chiss and the Morillean slicer couple and a sense of burning pain washed into the slaves core.

A single tear fell down the slave's face and he knew that was his target. [member="Cryax Bane"], president of the Red Ravens, survivor of unspeakable horrors. He would wait to approach him, for now it was only time to watch

 

[Cryax Bane]

As the party continued to pack in all manner of celebrities, stargazers, and more than a few criminal types, Cryax made small talk with the Gailard businessman. "I'm doing well," he said to Aleksandyr. As well as could be expected for having been tortured within an inch of his life a week ago, his mind completely broken by Yammosk-induced nightmares. "Just peachy. How are you?"

Suddenly the talk show host Martin Mcdonafrey literally came bounding over to talk to them. Spotting the excited Holo news personality, Cryax smoothed back his blue-black hair and straightened his bow tie as he prepared himself to answer the inevitable "Who are you wearing tonight?" question. Then frowned as Martin completely passed he and his boyfriend, instead sticking his mic in the face of the young CEO Aleksandyr. What the frell? What was he? Chopped Bantha liver? He was the karking President of the Red Ravens.

Cryax was about to text a nastygram to Martin's agent on his Datapad, but stopped when noticed a man starting directly at him from across the room. The unknown fellow had an oddly glazed sheen in his eyes, a strange filminess that he'd seen somewhere before. Somewhere recent. Suddenly flashbacks came roaring back to him like a hurricane in his head. A knife being pushed into the soft skin of a youngling. Insects painfully trying to burrow their way out of his flesh. Being flogged in a throne room surrounded by thrall who had that very same look. The Chiss had to steady himself against his boyfriend's arm until his temporal and spatial awareness returned to normal and he was merely at an innocuous party. Noticing that his drink was empty, a serving droid rolled up to him with a whir, and he gratefully took another glass of Cognac, gulping down half the drink in one go, letting the sweet liquid calm his nerves. As Aleksandyr continued to blather on about his personal style, Cryax turned to Jalek and whispered, "There's someone here I think we should keep an eye on. Call me paranoid, but I think he's somehow connected to [member="Dredge"]." In his state, it was a small miracle that the Chiss was even able to say the creature's name outloud.

[member="Jalek Sathora"] [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"] [member="Martin Mcdonafray"]

 

[Evor]

Red carpets. Gross, Logan thought to himself as he quickly lumbered down the red carpet, ignoring any and all questions or comments directed at him. Despite his usual appearance, he had actually dressed up for the most part tonight. Despite the classy suit that his burly figure hardly squeezed into as his arms and shoulders seemed to be fighting to get out, he still wore a wife beater underneath and he had simply elected to wear his shinier boots tonight. He could bear to wear this ridiculous outfit for a few more minutes until he got inside. The camera flashes and announcers were to much for him to handle, the former Nar Shaddaa thug still far to "gun shy" to face them. He made his way inside as fast as he could, stopping only once to growl under his breath at a security guard who tried to stop him and pat him down. They quickly backed off and he went inside, making a bee line right toward the bar.

He saw [member="Faye Terrik"] move toward the bar at about the same time. When he got to the bar he nodded at the bartender. "Strongest thing you've got... and my package." The man nodded and quickly disappeared into the back room, bringing out a large brown bag and a bottle of his favorite whiskey. "Thanks Bernie..." he said as he popped the top off the bottle and took a long swig from it. He pulled a blaster pistol, a kukri knife and an armored tube that he promptly slipped over his wrist. The knife he strapped to his belt, and the blaster he holstered inside his coat pocket. He turned to face Faye and smiled at her, gesturing toward the bottle. "You wan't something a little stronger, maybe?"

 

[Judas of Vahl]

The raven-haired Zambrano made his presence unknown to most, delving into the minds of the various guards in order to get passed them with his weapon intact. It was just his lightsaber but Mordecai preferred to be able to lop off limbs and cleave through any who stood in his way. Fire was another option for an escape route, however, he assumed that his new friends within the Red Ravens would provide ample security.

"Hey, you," The Dragon Lord laid a hand upon a patron's shoulder, who had been loudly chatting with a few girls, "Where's Bane?"

The fellow frowned and looked Mordecai from top-to-bottom, grimacing. "Man, where'd you get your clothes?" He snickered, "You look like a monk or somethin'."

The pair of girls giggled too. "Where's Bane?" Cool, dark eyes and pursed, agitated lips told the smaller man that he wanted his answer now. Causing a scene was fairly far down on his to-do list and Mordecai preferred not wasting his time on partygoes.

An index finger pointed out the Chiss near the Ravens' exclusive area. "There butcha gotta be a Raven t' get in."

Mordecai offered no words of thanks and simply strode away from the man, sliding both of his hands back into his black robes. He rarely strayed from his fashion sense of traditional robes, a tunic, and boots, and coming to a party hadn't altered his mindset in the slightest. The younger Zambrano quickly strode up to the Chiss crime boss, making his presence known with the clearing of a throat.

"Bane, it's been a while." He offered a curt, small smile. "How're you and your guests this evening?"

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], @Faye Terrick

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] [member="Jalek Sathora"]

The thrall watched the Sith Lord pass in front of him to approach the Chiss crime boss and his beloved boyfriend. He saw the lightsaber at his hip and didn't much care that it was there, none of that mattered right now. The thrall simply stood there his dead eyes still locked on Cryax, he didn't move for a moment or waver in the slightest. The slave felt another surge of pain hit him ordering him to walk forward so he could hear the conversation between the people. Dredge's curosity could sometimes get the best of him and when a Sith Lord was talking to a crime lord that at times peaked his interest.

The thrall moved forward until the burning pain subsided and another tear ran down the lifeless face of the tanned man. He was close enough to focus and listen but not enough to draw too much attention besides the fact he looked like an extra from the night of the living dead. The message could wait, for now what words might be exchanged could be of importance to people. The thrall went to a nearby table and sat down waiting for this conversation to begin.

 

[Leo & Luna]

Luna wasn't as in the mood for a party as Leo. But that wasn't unusual. The twins sat at a table beside each other, one eying the dance floor longingly and the other staring down at the table in a state of anxiousness. She HATED being surrounded by strangers. Leo nudged her.​

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"Luna, it's never going to get better unless you get to know some people. Do you honestly want to sit here like this forever? NEVER meeting ANYONE?"​

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She glared stubbornly at her brother. That was a yes. He sighed. Leaving her here at the table alone would be incredibly mean, but he was really wanting to meet some more Ravens. Ugh! Why was Luna always the reason why they never had any fun? It was incredibly immature for her to constantly do this. He understood his sister immensely, but she was still a girl. And girls were still total mysteries to boys.​

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[member="Mordecai Zambrano"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Dredge"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Yuuta Namari"] @Everyone Else​

 

[Cryax Bane]

[member="Mordecai Zambrano"]'s throat-clearing made the Chiss jump sky high, but when he turned and saw the dark-haired Sith Lord standing there, he relaxed. Well, as much as one could around the Sith anyway. The Chiss crime boss nodded in greeting. "Mordecai," he said in a slightly lower voice, after all, there was a Holo news crew lurking around in the crowd. "Glad you could make it. I wanted to thank you again for your help in fostering talks with your uh, organization. We are extremely pleased to have an alliance with the One Sith. If there is anything the Ravens can do for you just say the word."

Noticing that Aleksandyr was still immersed in his fame-whoring, Cryax figured that it wasn't rude of him to turn his back on the man for a moment. He turned to his boyfriend. "[member="Jalek Sathora"] this is Mordecai Zambrano, one of my acquaintances." Cryax flashed his boyfriend a warning glare to be on his best behavior.

The suspicious man nearby was obviously trying to seem surreptitious, but the Chiss could tell that he was being watched with that creepy vacant glare. Even with thousands of security guards watching the President's every move, he still found that the man's look chilled him to the bone. Karking [member="Dredge"], he thought suddenly getting enraged at the though of being cowed at his syndicate's own headquarters. For better or worse, the Chiss defiantly glared at the man with his glowing red eyes, daring him to make a move.

 

[Ak'lya]

One by one, Iraek Kas'tren, as he was known to them, watched as each of the men left. One to the gambling table. Two to the bar. It was sad, really. No businessmen could survive, it seemed, without a guilty pleasure. Ah, well. It would work for him. The Bothan sat down at a smallish booth in the balcony, beckoning one of the servers. "Is there a package for an Iraek Kas'tren? I'll make it worth your while." As she left, he closed his eyes for a split second and noticed the approaching man behind him. His eyes flicked open as [member="Valik"] sat next to him. A small smile crossed his face. "Why? Because I brought a ring?" He slowly pulled it out and held it for a moment. Someone with Valik's skills and power would recognize it instantly as an alchemical trinket. Perhaps even be able to understand what it did. "Pretty little thing, isn't it." It was more a statement before he returned it to the pouch. Almost as he spoke, A brown-haired girl placed a package on the table and whispered "I hope this is satisfactory, sir." He nodded as she left, than placed the box in the satchel.

Nodding to [member="Alec Rekali"], he sighed. "It seems I've drawn a crowd. Where should we start, then?"

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

The thrall didn't look away, he didn't blink and he hardly even drew breath. When the President of the Red Ravens looked at him it was staring into a mirror almost, only what Cryax saw was far more broken than he had ever been. What he was starring at was what he would of become provided that he didn't tell Dredge the information about the not so late Strider Garon. The slave sat there his face blank and void of any and all emotion.

The thrall just stared right back at him with those cold and dead eyes empty of everything. The thrall sat there perfectly still his face still grey with nothing on it. But in a tone softer than a whisper the slave mouthed a single word to Cryax.

"Wretch" it said before a toothy grin began to grow on it's face. A grin that Cryax would find to be more than familiar.

 

[Jalek Sathora]

That was new, but not entirely unsurprising, and instead of questioning about what was most likely a flashback courtesy of what had happened when [member="Cryax Bane"] was captured, Jalek simply reached down to squeeze his hand gently. When @Aleksandyr Galliard spoke to another man who he supposed was some kind of television host, he listened with disinterest, knowing when someone was putting on a front. It was the first thing he'd learned to recognize during his time with the Renegades, and his most useful skill. So when Cryax pointed out a stranger he quickly located, it was easy enough for him to determined that this was no act being put on by the one across the room. That would definitely be someone to keep an eye on.

All in all he wasn't cetain why he'd been asked to meet Aleksandyr, as he seemed like just another businessman so far, with nothing unusual about him. Or nothing that immediately caught the eye. But he supposed Cryax wouldn't have had him follow without reason, so he conceded to wait for the time being. So he watched the other partygoers mill about, noting any possible friends or foes with a glance. His intuition hadn't failed him yet, or so he liked to think. And everything was relatively calm, until yet another newcomer appeared, again unfamiliar to him, though he hadn't expected anything less. But the look he received told him all he needed to know, and he simply nodded in greeting, remaining silent for the time being, which wasn't at all like him. There were, however, more important things on his mind. And by that he meant the seeming husk of a man that had been staring lifelessly at Cryax for the past minutes.

Normally it wouldn't have bothered him much, had he not known who was responsible for it all. Though he hadn't been told anything other than what his boyfriend wished to reveal, it was plenty enough for him to gain his own sort of opinion, which was less than savory. And at the word that was mouthed his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, and he squeezed Cryax's hand again, to dissuade him from reacting for the time being. If he thought he knew anything about the person responsible for the Chiss' capture, this envoy, if they could be called that, would stick around for just a bit longer. If not, well, good riddance.

[member="Dredge"], [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]

 

[Dessh Ekwesh]

Don't mind if I do, thought Diego as he noticed the blonde's "come hither" gesture. The young man downed the rest of his martini in one gulp and slammed the glass down on the bar as if it were a shot glass. Diego wasn't much of a dancer in a traditional sense, as the young Ticon mainly used dancing as a ruse to get close to a woman so he could cop a feel. He weaved his way through the crowd, roughly elbowing anyone who was directly in his path and advanced on [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] like a Nexu on an innocent gazelle.

Flashing her a big cheesy grin, he quickly moved behind the blonde and held onto her hips, grinding up against her from behind as the bad dance music pumped through the air. "You're on fire, baby." he growled in her ear, wrapping his arms around her. Then realizing that he probably should make a modicum of small talk with her before getting right down to what he really wanted, he asked, "What's your name, blondie?"