Bazzar on Nar Shaddaa! [WIDE OPEN]

[Sargon Vynea]

Following the movements of several others Sargon grunted as more attention drew to Spencer the Zabrak stood up and walked over. His winnings left on the card still in the machine, much to the joy of the next user as their squeals and shouts made him wonder for a half moment just how much he'd actually won. Shrugging mentally he decided it wasn't even worth the thought, he'd been paid quite well during his time in the Fringe, from acting head, to governor, protecting Spencer, and Archon all of which had netted him quite the account. He had his business as well, but he'd put minimal effort into that, so it just kept itself afloat, barely. Given that he still lived on a military base on Bakura his bills were rather minimum to be honest, and so he was a bit detached from credits at this point, odd for a merchant's son.

All that aside he took a seat next to the one person who tortured the Zabrak more then any other simply by existing. "My Lady, I'd give you the usual speech but we both know you won't listen, its part of your charm. Instead just promise me not to try to rescue any friends, I didn't bring the Horizon with me this time." With a small grin the Zabrak opened his mind to Spencer's, his natural habits kicking in as he sent a steady stream of calm warmth flooding into the Queen of the Fringe.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Ignoring the bitter "warning" of [member="Dmitri Starkos"], he would turn toward [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]. He thought for a moment, pondering if he had simply mistaken him for someone else.

"I could be mistaken, I'll admit" He would respond with a laugh, scratching his head under the hood. "You remind me of someone I once knew. Perhaps you merely look similar to someone I know back when I was a part of the Jedi Order" He would add, cracking his neck. There was no point in hiding his identity anymore. He'd already revealed it to the force users here. And with that, he would flip off his hood to reveal his face. Long blonde hair trailed down the face of the man who with one swift motion moved it away to expose his face that had once been hidden under the hood. He would first eye [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and [member="Sargon Vynea"], and shoot them a grin, before looking back toward Yuroic.

He had certainly changed since he had last been in Nar Shadda. He looked... Older, wiser perhaps. But still with that youthful complexion that comes from a man still in his early 20s. Brimming brown eyes stared back at Yuroic as he would stretch his shoulders a bit.

"Joshua DragonsFlame. A pleasure to meet you, if we haven't before. Forgive me then, if I've made a mistake in your identity, good sir"

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Genu Kudd"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Dmitri Starkos"]

Patricia posed for the picture with Spencer and held up a peace sign with a cheesy smile whilst she took a "selfie" with Spencer. That one was going on the fridge at home, Patricia giggled again and the young blonde woman stepped back once the picture was taken. The song kept going and the band was on stage playing in the calm relaxed vintage easy listening tunes of this particular bar at the casino. And a couple of the esteemed guests that were among them were too busy getting drunk and arguing over space magic stuff to really fall in line with the setting they were trying to establish here, calm, relaxed, and very upscale. If they wanted to get wasted and start fighting then they could go to the club section of the casino with the common rabble.

"Thank you so much. My little girl Erika is a big fan." Patricia smiled and looked over to the collective drunken rabble of creepy dudes in masks, mandos, dark Jedi padawans and spoke in a very kind yet authoritative voice. But before she did that she looked to the band and made a motion with her hand to switch to a slower more calm song to help use the power of music to calm the collective nuts of these folks.

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"Gentlemen, consider your drinks on the house. But I do not want any fighting, this a new casino and I'd hate to scratch it up if we had problems. Now please check your baggage of the force, galactic nations, and whatever at the door. There is plenty of women, men, drugs, and alcohol for everyone. Enjoy your stay at the Golden Nautolan and have fun." Patricia said with a smile and hoped anyone's ego wouldn't be hurt by a five foot two one hundred and twenty pound blonde talking down to them.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

Jaster couldn't believe it, a girl of smaller stature and seemingly weaker then him put him is his place. A natural leader with the ability to put a large Mandalorian like himself into a line of agreement. The shorter female seemingly breezed off the fact that he was of stronger in more then one form then her. Either she was crazy, strong, or knew what she was doin, and Jaster enjoyed it. Even being the Vice President of the Red Ravens wasn't something Jaster feared, truth be told Jaster just wasn't naturally fearful of anything. He'd been in too many conflicts with death that worrining about fear seemed like child fantasy. He was getting old, and as all old soldiers get, he was getting tired of the quiet threats and tricks. Best to just drink and have fun for once as one day, he would enevitably die...

Though it wouldn't be today as he had work that would need to be finished at a later time, and Jaster never missed a shipment. Though now Jaster became interested in this Vice President Garter, and that meant she was on the list.

Jaster continued to drink his poison filled alcoholic beverage as Miss. Fring spoke with her body guard and his Force friend was speaking with the old Jedi Grandmaster. Both Jaster had extensive file of intelligent on, he even knew. Spencer Jacobs, though it best to seem oblivious to other when you start becoming drinking buddy's. He hadn't seen this many hard hitters in one place since the treaty signing, what a mess that was. Good thing their weren't any Sith he knew of in the area, otherwise it would be a much better party.

Jaster chuckled at the idea of what would happen.