Celebration at the white palace

[Tadietti Tann]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJEJnZ3cs4M
As Lady Blue​

Lady blue had of course wound her way with a few of her most trusted noghri toward someone of interest, veiled in lace from head to toe, all that you might see is the mouth and killer smile beneath the fabric, with a subtly shifting lekku and outline of her features beneath. She was beautiful but not that anyone would ever know beneath her flowing material, and encompassing dress, a disguise as much as a clever double identity.

Passing [member="Pavor Clauditis"] she gave a dip of her head as she often did, her hulking houk next to her gave his usual low growl, which probably meant hello by this point. While some trandoshans milling about just sized the [member="HK-42"] unit up, which he may or may or may not realise was also a hello, but a hello it was!

Her steps carried her forward seeking Lysle of the Hydian way, lace dress threatening to touch the floor, but never quite doing, lekku shifting vaguely as all the personalities in the room were taken in and observed silently, preferring to be silent for the most part. Noghri behind her, a hulking wall of Houk muscle to her left, she faced and dipped her head to Lysle, “kind of you to join us.” Her full bodied voice ventured, even if you could barely see her eyes, the angle of her jawline and defining cheatbones were present, betraying a little of woman underneath.

“I hope you are comfortable, my employers would want no expense spared to entertain a man such as yourself.” She indicated the dancers of all denomination with a small turn of her head, “or I can offer something you might not find elsewhere,” eluding to her brokerage and ability to come by almost anything one way or another. Like him she was always intent on expanding, "objects or curiosities," her lips below her veil smiled, the only visible touch of her skin.

It seemed she had business in mind too, because she also had interests on Nar Shaddaa and it wasn’t every day you met one of the wealthiest men in the galaxy…

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​

 

[Goros the Hutt]

More pleasantries exchange with Semper, and agreements to do business when he was full, with another booming laugh. Food called, and when food called everything else was going to wait. He only had three days to indulge himself, he would need to make the most of it!

Goros was intent on just gorging himself on the buffet for a good half an hour while everyone talked, it seemed his appetite was insatiable, and the many slaves running around fetching him food were hard pressed to keep up, his gaping maw devouring entire platefuls at a time. Thankfully this being a hutt banquet there was always more to come!

Though slaves fetched and carried, he didn’t surround himself with dancers, so much as a large wall of armed guards, because they seemed vastly more useful at a gathering of criminals, meaning nobody could really get close, but then that was the plan. One of his men however remarked to [member="Norjung Ordo"] “I know someone who might have some work for you,” he whispered over lowering his voice, “here are some contact details for.” [member="Kaul Dusat"], “she pays well.” The armored man simply nodded, he would take any questions the other had.

Behind the wall of guards, the large hutt burped on a particularly large bone he had stuck in his mouth. Noghri commandos mostly were on display, who had the advantage of never laxing in their duty once sworn, unlike many of his men that were celebrating with their employer.

[member="Norjung Ordo"]​

 

[Tentoa]

He lounged on what appeared to be a dais of cushions, his round bulbous head lulling to one side as he was fed meals from across the galaxy, the rim of his oval shaped mouth was caked in the debri of past meals, there was a look that said he was overindulging and the effects were evident, regret, anger, no he pitied himself and the compulsiveness which his chubby finger's grabbed ceaselessly at the surround plates and pitchers. "Mee dan dah uba an mee pacmona, Jee dotmay jeejee."

he said taking another swallow from a pitcher, the swelling of his throat, it shared the resemblance of a balloon, it just kept growing and would it pop. "Your hospitality is much appreicated Sempra." He gave [member="Sempra the Hutt"] and than [member="Goros the Hutt"], a smile the long line form a curve in the mound of fat, it was very much like when someone drew a face on a pillow, it didn't look natural.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

"This is our joint doing cousins, the Cartel is no longer a fangless worm but a cobra preparing to strike. In time it will be a roaring lion and by then this feast will pale in comparrison to our future joint wealth." Sempra explained in huttese moving his short arms in fluid patterns to enforce the grand words.

"Besides, especially you have good reason to celebrate this eve great Mongo. You will leave the White Palace in three days to prepare Mella Industries for gravely increased production." the hutt teased and raised his cup toward [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

"I'm never alone in a place like this my dear." Cadan produce a bottle of whiskey from one his pockets. He placed it on the table and opened it. "Care to join me?" He looked to Paislee, there might have been a look of lonlyness in his eyes that Cadan tried to cover up.

Cadan looked over and saw Tiali. "Come have a drink Hunter!" He shouted across the room.

"And where is that damned Thraxis?" He looked around the room expecting his friend to burst through the doors.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

Continuing to walk around and examine his surroundings as the Smuggler usually did, he developed a new routine. He'd take five steps then take a swig of whiskey. Slowly, he found himself stumbling over to the warrior who had also seemed like he had been enjoying the alcoholic beverages that were available at the celebration.

"Eh...E-Eh the name is Pa-...Pavor. How are ya?" He asked in a drunken tone.

[member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis was lost, he was wandering around the palace, his body sluggish, his body being dragged about as he stumbled about, he was far more intoxicated then he realized, his eyes were blurred, as was his voice.
"Darmn it, *hic, whe did arl the boze goes?" he would say to himself, not realizing he was yelling out, he pulled out from his trench pocket one of his flasks, "Arh, thre be mi drinkity *hic, thirs musz be, at realst my 9th." he would say, a grin growing over his face as his body stumbled about, only to finally collapse in a euphoric drunken state, though at least he finally made it to where everyone was, though was in no state to celebrate with the others.

 

[Norjung Ordo]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]


The warriors gambit paid off, while the Hutt must have been in a good mood, it was a good sign to see that he was gaining respect of others he would be working with. Even drunk, the warrior had a plan, he was strong, powerful, and this is the type of business were one needed that sort of thing.Their was an old galactic saying "If your going to be dumb, you better be tough" . While the blade for hire was not stupid, he definitly was not an intellect. Nodding with respect the brute walked off, there was no more reason for him to talk to the Hutt. While he liked the money he would soon be given, he thought about being called a servant, this was an insult to most of his culture. The only reason the Shorak did not strike the hutt down was the fact that he was an employer, and that the Ordo would slip and slid, his drunken self all over the place, this would not be an honorable death. The warrior went back to drinking, maybe someone would dare challenge him to a drink off? Hopefully somone was interested "Whos interested in having a drink off?!?" , he asked, the crowd murmuring in excitement to see who would face off against a fabled mandalorian.

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali nods to Flannigan "Thanks mate." Hearing Caden call him over he starts to walk over to the table when he is interrupted by the smuggler Pavor. He takes a sip from his drink and smiles to the man.

"I be over in a moment." he says to Caden.

"Hey Pa-Pavor, I'm having a good time." Teasing him in his drunken state "It's nice to meet you I'm Tiali." he extends his drinkless hand for a handshake.

[member="Pavor Clauditis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

As the feast continued Sempra made sure the slaves were serving everyone, with whatever need they had. there were plenty of dark corners in th palace to conduct affaIrs of credits or lust.

Sempra himself was in a very good mood, but those with keen eyes did notice that he did not gorge at the same rate as his fellow Hutts. Something about him was different. The Hutt looked calculating with his mind operating at full capacity, not relaxed. Now and then he turned and exchanged some words with [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] about their "fleet" capability
But apart from the occational toast and nod to honored guests the hutt seemed content with just being in the centre of things... for now.

 

[Nyx]

When Nyx walked into the White Palace, she already had a bit of a headache.
Earlier that day, she had mentioned to her Master that her boss was throwing a party, and now she found herself dragging the insane Miraluka along with her. Since the. . .incident, with Jardo, Nyx had been trying to get back on her boss's good side. And she doubted that Mordred would help with that.

As they stood outside the palace, Nyx sighed and went over it with Mordred one more time.
"Please, don't embarrass me. It's really important that I look good here."
The hooded Miraluka nodded, and they walked in together.
And she immediately ruined it.

"HELLO, EVERYONE! DO NOT FRET, FOR THE GREAT AND POWERFUL MORDRED HAS ARRIVED!"
Nyx rubbed her head as everyone stared at them. This was not the way she wanted this to go.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Norjung Ordo]

[member="Nyx"]

The mandalorian teased her "Well lassie , how about you prove to me that your arueiliti arse is mighty enough to have a drinking contest with me!" , the crowd had agreed, murmuring in excitement. The Ordo thought her nice looking, and attractive, but most importantly she looked like himself, someone who could take care of themselves in a fight. Would they be a perfect match? His T-visor bucye was lifted, his battle hardened face ready for the event, hell, he even smiled at her. If she denied him, she would make herself a coward in front of her bosses, if she accepted, she would be looked at as a drunk, but a respected one. The options for her did not bold well would she work while being uncomfortable? Or would she take him on this competition?

 

[Nyx]

As he challenged her, Nyx knew she was at a bad spot.
Refusal meant loss of pride, and risking looking bad in front of Sempra. . .
Then Mordred got next to her ear, and whispered: "Do it. . .Doooo it. . ."
After a few moments of 'do it', Nyx smiled and grabbed a glass off the nearby table.

She tipped it towards [member="Norjung Ordo "]in a sign of respect, then drained the glass. Her face lit up in a self-satisfied smirk.
"Your go, my friend."

 

[Norjung Ordo]

[member="Nyx"]

Already drunk the warrior said "Hehe this should be fun!" , grabbing a drink of Alderanian Ale he garbled it down. With a burp, he finished the entire drink, he just had no manners, the muscle bound warrior watched with intent. At least she could hold onto to her liquor well, flirting he said, "Say lassie, your an attractive women hehehe, its your move pretty lady." , in no shape or form was it creepy, he was just being playful. Slinking in his chair to let the alcohole settle , he waited many could tell that , while he is not a drunk. The brute definitely could hold quite a few drinks , and thats why he belonged with the mandalorians , and the Hutts it simply was a game.

 

[Sere Reene]

Snaketail folding and curling around a nearby pillar, the white pigment-less skin of the sluissi drew eyes and a comment or two from the guards, but the slave was used to it, and her race by their nature simply didn’t care. What was more interesting than all the genetically modified snakes in the world however, was the table in front of her.

Making an appearance to sell her latest weapons, you might see Sere at the back of the gathering with her stall laying out her various model guns, almost all prototypes at this stage, some older models but a growing collection. A long way to go to appear impressive but there was some real potential there in the alternative damage’s on show.

One of the assembled guests picked up a sonic-wave weapon, and fired it at a nearby suit of armor, which ruptured the thing in two, he looked at the small compact pistol and smiled, giving a nod, and buying two.

Something to keep an eye on, fire for effect was breaking into the market again, starting off small here, but not for long.

 

[Nyx]

Nyx scoffed as he playfully flirted with her, her self-satisfied smirk somehow growing even larger.
"I know I am, Mandy. Now, unless you plan on doing something about it, I believe it's my turn."
Nyx lifted up her glass, and threw it back, downing it in a few gulps. She savored the burn of the drink as it went down her throat, smacking her lips as she set the glass down, and put her feet up on the table they were sitting at.
There you go, Mandy; you sure you can handle the street rat?"
[member="Kaul Dusat"]

 

[Momma the Hutt]

The party don’t start till Momma walks in.

The palace was gorgeous! thought Momma as she entered the White Palace. It was loud, bright, exciting; all words that could describe her. The best part was, was that there was enough food to feed thousands of hutts. Oh! But she was trying to watch her figure. Momma rubbed her belly as she slithered into the room.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] was perched into his throne being fanned by his slaves. Momma should’ve thrown a party at her own place, she envied the hutt for coming up with the idea before her! Why, the crime lord had everything in his palace and she was just so tempted to go to the snack bar and devour everything that was there.

She saw many of her own kind; her eyes lingered over to the pink skinned [member="Goros the Hutt"] who had come with his pretty twi’lek slave. Momma wanted to slap herself in the face for forgetting to bring some arm candy! She rolled her eyes and adjusted her eyewear. Duh. She was the eyecandy here. Why, none of these slaves could compare to Momma’s hotness.

Besides hutts, she found some droids and bounty hunters in the crowd. Why! This would be a great place to expand her connections. She rubbed her tiny hands together and slithered over to the refreshments. She picked up a colourful looking drink before slithering back to the crowd. “Conga gee bauiakiy.”

Momma has arrived.

 

[Amanda Lori Ann]

There was no good reason why Amanda should be there, walking amongst the good-sized crowd that had accumulated as the celebration went on. The food was plentiful and the music loud; thumping through the air and vibrating through her bones. Many different species from many different places danced as the day passed, their hips shaking and hands moving. The atmosphere was fun and bubbly, and Amanda enjoyed fun and bubbly. It brought back good memories from her early teen years, drinking the night away with her fellow gang members. 'And some not-so-good memories as well.' The girl had on her armorweave jacket, for she knew that nasty things were prone to boil in places like these.

Actually, there was a reason. Amanda was dead broke, what expenses she had wasted on galactic travel. There were many ways to make money across the galaxy, but Amanda only knew of the illegal ones. The Hutts’ were known for their socializations as well as the shady deals going on in them. If she was lucky, she would be able to find one that didn’t involve too much work. Chatter and small-talk arose from many corners in the palace, and Amanda wove through the crowd and stopped by the bar, ordering a drink.

'Now we wait.'

 

[Norjung Ordo]

[member="Nyx"]

The mandalorian smiled, "How about after the competition?" , did he just ask this marvelous women to go to bed with him? He poured another drink into his keg, looking into her eyes. He liked her, not because of her looks, not because she was dangerous, for kark sake he could not tell! "I can handle a street rat, can you handle a warrior made to kill? " , he drank the bottle down, it looked like he was not giving up, despite all the previous drinks he had before. But his speech was starting to get slured , who knew, at this point anyone could win. The liquid cleared his throat, he felt like he could be anywhere, and take on anyone. The crowd watched in anxiousness, he put the cup down, he was still in this one. It seemed the large crowd was placing their bets on him, and with a sigh of relief the held onto their money. "Your turn." , he smiled , still looking into her eyes, watching with intent.

 

[Nyx]

Nyx raised an eyebrow as @Norjung Ordo downed his drink. Nyx may not be able to read, but she could read body language, and one thing was perfectly clear to her at that moment; the Mandy was teetering.

He had been drinking long before she had showed up, and she gulped down her third glass. She slammed it down on the table, shaking her head.
That was a good one.
"We'll have to see if you can still stand up, Mandy." She challenged, Mordred 'oohing' from behind her, the Miraluka surprisingly involved for someone not capable of seeing what was going on.