Demon of Dathomir (#1)

[Nicair Claden]

[member="Eclipse Reign"] [member="Ostanes"]

Nicair walked into the small club on Bespin, the music was loud and booming. Wasn't really his thing but a job's a job. He was told by his local contact to meet here and to bring a companion to share the load. Nicair knew enough for the latter and had contacted someone in hopes that they would be able to make it and arrive.

The bodies pressed together as lights were flashing in every direction, one could say it wasn't hard for a Mandalorian in armor such as his to move through the crowd, it was sure annoying, but not overly challenging. He followed his hand as he moved people aside until he reached the far end of the club. He could feel the music in his very bones as it drove the dancers ever onward in their parade of sweat and other such bodily fluids. The Mandalorian quickly scanned the area for his contact, plenty of places to avoid being seen in such a place if one desired it. He decided to take a seat and await the arrival of those he contacted.

 

[Eclipse Reign]

[member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Ostanes"]
(((Note: Eclipses gender is unknown for the moment and her/his gender will be revealed later on in the thread, so I'll just refer to a Eclipse as him for a placeholder.)))

Eclipse had been sitting near the far corner of the club, his eyes surveying the scene before him. People, of varying ethnicitys, species, languages and so on and so forth, were either dancing upon a multicolored floor. Now, this floor changed colors every few seconds as to accompany the rhythm of the beat. While, the others who weren't dancing…were either getting drunk out of their very minds or fighting outside. Now, yes their we guards of course. But they would deal with any drunken lunatics, fights inside or if a fight escalated too quickly outside. After all, the club did hold a reputation and any little thing could ruin that.

Like any little thing could ruin Eclipse. He had just started his job as a bounty hunter at the feeble and naive age of eighteen. Rather young for somebody to start within the bounty hunter business…bug Eclipse knew the way around the craft. Even going so far as to design his very own armor, with help of course, which was the Doom-Horde Armor. Now, alongside that…Eclipse did have expirence with multiple ranged weaponry…ranging from slug thrower, to blaster…to ion. And, that was rather apparent due to the appearance of a slug thrower sniper sliced across Eclipses shoulder as well as the combat harness and the pistols which were fixated to his side fia the magnets holding them within place. Eclipse had always naturally enjoyed shooting weapons and such, despite only finding very old worn out ones. And ones that had little life left in them. After all…that's what you find when you grow up upon that scrap heap and sand fall of debris, known as Jakku.
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Eclipse saw the man who hired him enter within the club. All he saw if the man was the battle worn mandalorian armor but that's all he needed to know that this was his guy. In response to this recent news, Eclipse stood up from the current table he was at and made his way over to Nicair. While he made his way over, their was no distinction as to his gender. The chest plate was hard and goat due to the three layers of armor, and the hips didn't sway like they would if he were feminine. Though…it would be hard to tell anyways due to the heavy cloak he was wearing and the armor. Though…Eclipse did appear rather tall. Though, this was most likely due to the armor plating.

Eclipse was then within hands reach of Nicair, which was all of the space needed for him to sit down. Eclipse slid into the half circle booth that Nicair was in, his hands lowering as to help him along the tight squeeze due to his armor. Once inside of the tight booth, Eclipse unsheathed his helmet to reveal the skull mask underneath which was agitated to hai helmet. He then reached up with both hands before pressing a button upon the side of the mask as to detach it from his helmet. After doing so, Eclipse dropped the Mask onto the soft plush of the booth beside him before looking towards Nicair, the red optic lenses of his helmet piercing into Nicairs soul. A voice modulator assisted Eclipse as well as to mask his voice, making it sounded mechanical. "So…you're Nicair I take it?! Is our contact here yet?"

 

[Nicair Claden]

"Not yet." He said as he scanned the club constantly searching. He had a vague idea of who to look for but he assumed the man would stand out from the crowd. Nicair's eyes had adjusted to the darkness and the disturbances from the lights and bodies, training he had received from a madclaw on Kashyyyk during his hunts in the shadowlands, a way to pinpoint your quarry in the forest, whatever forest it may be.

"He should be arriving soon." Nicair said to his companion, he didn't necessarily have to look at him to be able to tell who he was, and he was glad he had showed. In truth he was only half guessing, his mind was elsewhere, a recent trek to his home of Concord Dawn to look for his family had turned up nothing, he allowed himself to be preoccupied at the moment, better to get it out of the way now than during the hunt. The noise of the music continued thumping, he was glad for his helmet's auditory inhibitors for keeping most of it out. The bass, however, insisted on creeping its way into his head and reverberate his body. Boom boom boom, he thought to himself.

[member="Eclipse Reign"]