Gabriel Audemars
Cassus Vhonte
Nar Shaddaa
Evening
Spaceport.
Gabriel stood inside his personal quarters when his ship landed, not exiting his craft yet as he preferred to finalize the details on what he was going to be doing tonight. The 24 year old was well dressed. With a white shirt and black bow tie. Expensive looking dark jeans and black shoes and keeping him warm was a very rare Lotek'k Jacket. Donned over his eyes were a set of gold brimmed aviators. The man was truly ready for the club. But for a very, very different reason.
He looked at his datapad at the bounty he was given, but as he did so a familiar name flashed on screen, he was receiving a call. He instinctively swiped 'answer' and spoke. "Hello?" He answered inquisitively. "Yeah, Gabriel it's Siero just giving you a heads up on what you're actually gonna be doing tonight." The person on the other end spoke. But it was very obvious from their accent that the individual he was conversing with was a Rodian, and was infact Gabriel's contractor. "Alright, shoot." Gabriel responded, waiting for the report. "Okay, so. We got a guy by the name of Jannik Reevan. A bigshot Chiss who's pretty much got a deathwish. Rumor has it he's at the Circle nightclub for a massive spice deal. But, you're gonna make sure he never gets it." He announced, Gabriel immediately had a question. "Something ain't exactly tickin' there. Why is he goin' to go this really grimy, yet packed nightclub for a spice deal?" The whole prospect just didn't really seem to make sense to him, Siero sighed before responding "Long story, but basically they're stashing a lot of spice in that nightclub. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, you need to take out Jannik. I don't care how hard you lust over any of the women do not slack off and find yourself waking up in someone's kitchen with your trousers missing." Gabriel's Rodian companion said. "And for frip's sake don't do any drugs. Cause apparently the stuff that's stashed there does some crazy stuff." He stressed with Gabriel merely responding with a chuckle. "You know me Siero, I'll try my best." This came with a laugh on the other end of the line courtesy of Siero.
"Aaaah well. You're probably gonna have a really difficult time finding him in that club because it's gonna be packed to the rafters. Guy's a big womanizer, if that helps." It seemed that the night was about to begin. He had to go to one of the hottest, yet also dirtiest clubs in Nar Shaddaa and kill someone. Seemed like a cheap thrill or so, but he wasn't killin' anyone before getting a couple of drinks in him.
He got up, holstered two Brotherguard pistols and an MN-23 Slugthrower inside his jacket along with his Beskad, hidden in a sheath on his back and underneath his jacket. Along with outfitting a small bandolier along his back which held a few grenades and various other things. He looked inconspicuous. He just looked very rich.
He walked out of his spacecraft and towards the parking lot, where an exotic speeder waited for him. He pulled out a cigarette from a designated case in his pocket and lit it before stepping into his ride, starting it up with a racket as the powerful engines carried him straight out of the carpark and speeding towards the club.
Outside Circle Nightclub,
Nar Shaddaa
Eventually the hotshot bounty hunter himself arrived at a parking spot near the club itself. Scissor doors opening stylishly to give Gabriel the space to exit the vehicle. The flashy speeder getting looks from several partygoers. But in any case, it wasn't time to dither around. He quickly made his way to the club's entrance. Receiving a quick glance from the bouncers before they let him in. Obviously seeing the expensive items he was wearing.
Far ahead and to his left there was a bar, and that's where he was headed. Taking a good look at the poles where the more...exotic dancers performed, placed near the walls of the club, each pole surrounded by plush chairs and comfy C-shaped couches. The poles removed from the center of the club to allow space for a massive dancefloor packed with drug-fuelled ravers.
"Wow. Didn't expect this." He sighed, before turning to the bartender. "Coreillian. On rocks." He ordered, getting a nod and a thumbs up as the bartender went to serve him something which seemed to be his lifeblood, whiskey. He used this time to take a quick look for Jannik. Who was actually admiring one of the exotic dancers out of Gabriel's view.
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Evening
Spaceport.
Gabriel stood inside his personal quarters when his ship landed, not exiting his craft yet as he preferred to finalize the details on what he was going to be doing tonight. The 24 year old was well dressed. With a white shirt and black bow tie. Expensive looking dark jeans and black shoes and keeping him warm was a very rare Lotek'k Jacket. Donned over his eyes were a set of gold brimmed aviators. The man was truly ready for the club. But for a very, very different reason.
He looked at his datapad at the bounty he was given, but as he did so a familiar name flashed on screen, he was receiving a call. He instinctively swiped 'answer' and spoke. "Hello?" He answered inquisitively. "Yeah, Gabriel it's Siero just giving you a heads up on what you're actually gonna be doing tonight." The person on the other end spoke. But it was very obvious from their accent that the individual he was conversing with was a Rodian, and was infact Gabriel's contractor. "Alright, shoot." Gabriel responded, waiting for the report. "Okay, so. We got a guy by the name of Jannik Reevan. A bigshot Chiss who's pretty much got a deathwish. Rumor has it he's at the Circle nightclub for a massive spice deal. But, you're gonna make sure he never gets it." He announced, Gabriel immediately had a question. "Something ain't exactly tickin' there. Why is he goin' to go this really grimy, yet packed nightclub for a spice deal?" The whole prospect just didn't really seem to make sense to him, Siero sighed before responding "Long story, but basically they're stashing a lot of spice in that nightclub. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, you need to take out Jannik. I don't care how hard you lust over any of the women do not slack off and find yourself waking up in someone's kitchen with your trousers missing." Gabriel's Rodian companion said. "And for frip's sake don't do any drugs. Cause apparently the stuff that's stashed there does some crazy stuff." He stressed with Gabriel merely responding with a chuckle. "You know me Siero, I'll try my best." This came with a laugh on the other end of the line courtesy of Siero.
"Aaaah well. You're probably gonna have a really difficult time finding him in that club because it's gonna be packed to the rafters. Guy's a big womanizer, if that helps." It seemed that the night was about to begin. He had to go to one of the hottest, yet also dirtiest clubs in Nar Shaddaa and kill someone. Seemed like a cheap thrill or so, but he wasn't killin' anyone before getting a couple of drinks in him.
He got up, holstered two Brotherguard pistols and an MN-23 Slugthrower inside his jacket along with his Beskad, hidden in a sheath on his back and underneath his jacket. Along with outfitting a small bandolier along his back which held a few grenades and various other things. He looked inconspicuous. He just looked very rich.
He walked out of his spacecraft and towards the parking lot, where an exotic speeder waited for him. He pulled out a cigarette from a designated case in his pocket and lit it before stepping into his ride, starting it up with a racket as the powerful engines carried him straight out of the carpark and speeding towards the club.
Outside Circle Nightclub,
Nar Shaddaa
Eventually the hotshot bounty hunter himself arrived at a parking spot near the club itself. Scissor doors opening stylishly to give Gabriel the space to exit the vehicle. The flashy speeder getting looks from several partygoers. But in any case, it wasn't time to dither around. He quickly made his way to the club's entrance. Receiving a quick glance from the bouncers before they let him in. Obviously seeing the expensive items he was wearing.
And with that...
Circle had a very very "hell" theme to it, with pyrotechnics and in general a very orange, hot ambiance to it, from the way chains dangled from the ceilings to the smoky, deep orange vibe of this place. The club was packed, partygoers rocked out to some of the finest club anthems with the good majority of listeners on spice provided courtesy of the many drug dealers roaming through, but not enough to spoil the atmosphere. This was still a pretty lively place regardless. And the DJ was quite good.Far ahead and to his left there was a bar, and that's where he was headed. Taking a good look at the poles where the more...exotic dancers performed, placed near the walls of the club, each pole surrounded by plush chairs and comfy C-shaped couches. The poles removed from the center of the club to allow space for a massive dancefloor packed with drug-fuelled ravers.
"Wow. Didn't expect this." He sighed, before turning to the bartender. "Coreillian. On rocks." He ordered, getting a nod and a thumbs up as the bartender went to serve him something which seemed to be his lifeblood, whiskey. He used this time to take a quick look for Jannik. Who was actually admiring one of the exotic dancers out of Gabriel's view.
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
