Dragon Palace Casino [Open to All] [Red Ravens]

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

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Located at Ground Zero on the Utopia-esque planet of Antecedent. The Dragon Palace Casino sits on what is considered to be the ground level of the Ecumenopolis. Surrounded by behemoth skyscrapers and tremendous stretches of architecture. It squats low in comparison to these titans of architecture. Far from Central, capital of Antecedent and home of the governing body. The casino rests on a stretch of district renamed Little Coruscant by the Red Ravens in jest of Nar Shaddaa's nickname. This is due to the recent incursion of illegal activities in the area that has drastically risen the crime rate in the district.

The Dragon Palace Casino is an incredible 10,500,000-square-foot luxury casino and hotel resort owned by Lysle Rigger. The Dragon is a 41-story, 2.9 billion credit investment. The resort has 3200 suites available, with tremendous swaths of convention space for future endeavours on entertainment and business. It holds 550,000-square-feet of casino space, with a whopping 4200 slot machines, 1200 gambling tables, and a 25,000 seat arena for live entertainment and sports events. The casino hires just a little over a thousand bodyguards for purposes of prevention of cheating and maintaining security. Weapon scanners and sensors sit at the main and only entrance into the casino, known for its artistic dragon hovering above that shines neon lights at night.

At the head of this multi-billionaire expenditure was none other than Lysle Rigger. He was in a dining room with a table that could seat twenty. For now, the seats were all empty as he enjoyed his meal. Forking up mouthfuls of exotic meats and vegetables. The faint yellow radiance of a tranquillity screen encircled his table. It reduced the raucous music to a faded muffled booming.

 

[Isaac Ideus]

Isaac stood in awe at the main entrance of the brand new Dragon Palace Casino. The lights illuminated the night sky like a star brightens a system. People to do walked in and out, some laughing and others cursing their luck. "Suckers..." he thought. It wasn't luck that built this place.

He stepped inside the main foyer. Elaborate marble stair cases meshed with the luxurious but dangerous night club thematics. Elevators took guests up to the hotel and down to the gaming floors. Isaac had been set up with his own suite... a new place he could call home-- and what a home it was. A maitre d'hôtel approached him. "Good evening, Sir. May I be of assistance to you?" he asked.

"Take me to the boss" Isaac declared, handing over his credentials.
"Right this way" replied the host, ushering Isaac to a lift.

The pair stopped at an undisclosed floor. The doors opened and the host pointed down a hallway. Isaac made his way, stopping shortly in front of the embellished doors before entering. He encountered [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] feasting away at the head of an executive table.

"You've outdone yourself, Lysle-- although if subtlty was your goal you seem to have missed the mark," he smirked.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"Outdone? not quite," Lysle said, welcoming him to a seat. "Take a seat, order what you like. It is always free here, for my friends." It was a tone that spoke of his gratitude and rewarding nature, but something about it screamed that if you weren't a friend, it wasn't just credits you'd be losing here. It was something most crime lords had around them, but it came and went with Lysle. Though he never had a bad day - in front of others. It was simply a feeling that permeated from him that something was wrong. He knew something he didn't like.

"Sorry for my tone of late," he apologised. "But after the shoot up, the Black Suns aren't happy. I didn't whack a wasps nest, I punched it." He offered him some of his steak to try if he like, "It's good if you want a bite. Best you'll find in Little Coruscant." Lysle went on to explain, indicating to a set of spare utensils that lined the table as though ready for a feast at any given moment. "And I'm not worried about them in the sense they're going to eviscerate us. No, of course not." He waved the notion away as it if was outrageous to think. "Their sun is setting. It's the worry I have with squashing the insects completely."

"It's like those terrorist cells back a few dozen generations ago. The Rebel Alliance." It was clear Lysle wasn't one for politics, and what he knew was clearly thwarted. He was raised on Kesh, in a society deemed by galactic standards; primitive. There was no technology, unless you considered a stone house with a hole in the ground outside to defecate in, and a few rocks around some logs for heat as technology. "You take away their Republic, and they're destroyed. But they survive on in small groups. And no matter how many times you think you destroy them, they pop up elsewhere." He looked at Isaac, "We've got to keep them down."

"Look at me go," Lysle remarked of himself. He gave a slap on Isaac's shoulder, "You don't need to worry about this. That's my job. I deal with these problems for Sigourney, and everyone else can relax with their pockets heavy." Always the businessman, he was soon to cut towards a new job for Isaac. "I've got something coming up for you. We'll be hitting a few warehouses in Black Sun space. Think you're up for it? Won't be until next week - maybe less. Waiting on my slicers to keep me my information."

[member="Isaac Ideus"]

 

[Isaac Ideus]

Isaac held up his hand to decline the bite offered by Lysle and instead grabbed his own plate. He accessed the menu on the digital display on the table and punched in an order.

"The Suns are numerous, but are led by sheep. We are fewer, but led by a lion." Isaac looked directly at Lysle and nodded. He continued: "We must forever be one step ahead of them. They are slow, lethargic, and ill-disciplined. Turn them in every direction, like a snake constricting itself to death."

"Just remember, the ambitious strategists often are blind to what's under their nose. For example, a bar keep in our territory just down the street sent a message to the front desk. A Bounty Hunter, he said, asking all the wrong questions about the Red Ravens. It seems the Black Sun don't have the spine to send one of their own men. The old Empire failed with similar tactics."

A waiter walked Isaacs food in to him, and he began to eat while continuing the discussion . "I'm from Corellia... We learn all about those rebels. Many of their ring-leaders were Corellian-- they're folk heroes, ya know. The Empire was all seeing but when a giant moves, you hear its footsteps."

Lysle brought up the topic of a new assignment. Isaac listened eagerly. "I'm always up for it... I'll do anything by your side or in your stead." Isaac's statement was earnest and sincere-- he owed everything to Lysle. It was not too long ago when a young punk with with weathered clothes came walking into Frida's Cantina looking for work. He found that and more under Lysle's wing. Now he was on his way to establishing himself in a powerful syndicate. He walked around with confidence, and much nicer clothes on his back than before.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"I would say I'm from Corellia, but I've only got its blood in me." Lysle graciously brought his offered plate back towards him, cutting away at his food and placing it on his tongue. He savoured the flavour as though every bite would be his last. It was a luxury afforded to him as one from his upbringing - where such foods were reserved for kings, and Lysle had only been a mere farmers son. "Parents were some dodgy folk, Corellians, but they raised me on Kesh most my life." And by most, he mean't until he was thirteen. But he didn't want to talk about the details of it. It was a long story reserved for another day.

"There's an attack on a few Black Sun warehouses coming up. We'll be jumping their guards and taking their shipments. Some weapons, armor and deactivated droids. The slicers are working on getting the locations of the warehouses."

[member="Isaac Ideus"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Isaac Ideus"]

Colap whom had been pouring himself a drink from behind the bar raised an eyebrow at the bunch and laughed. He set down the bottle and came over to stand next to the two as they talked and gave Isaac a sidelong look.

"Well kid, ya got some balls, but havin' black sun after yer shebs aint exactly easy. We did really stir the poodoo back there and even a lion can be toppled."

He gave glance to Lysle letting a puff of smoke out from his nostrils as the cigar in the corner of his mouth blazed away.

"What y'all ready needa worry 'bout is insiders and assasains, 'specially after that last hitch we had here."

Colap slammed the cup and reached back for the bottle.

"Drink?"

 

[Isaac Ideus]

"Count me in" Isaac said, taking a bite of the food laid out in front of him.

[member="Colap Ticon"] interrupted the conversation from behind the bar. "Colap, excuse me-- I didn't notice you." He listened to what he had to say, but grew frustrated. "Stirring the pot is the point, is it not?" The plans had been set in motion and the die had been cast. "Those who dare, win. To falter in the face of fear and uncertainty is to become a slave to intimidation and regret."

Isaac took another bite. He wanted his words to sink in. He continued, "Insiders, assassins, bounty hunters. Yes, of course. And what hitch would you be referring to? You should talk to the Sergeant at Arms about that" he said sarcastically, turning down an offer of a drink from the inebriated head of security. "Perhaps we should focus on more pertinent matters than dulling the senses and corrupting critical thought. Not every occasion is an occasion to drown your sorrows."

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"Relax gentlemen," Lysle intervened as he felt the discussion begin to heat. "You both have points - but the matter is. The Black Sun is dying. They're no more a threat to us than the Republic to the Sith. I have reason to worry, simultaneously I have no reason to worry at all. They're a shadow of their former selves, the sun is setting for them and when it does, even that shadow won't remain." Then a beep came from his Nas-Tech Wrist Mounted Datapad, he brought it online and a holographic table unfurled itself. It was a message. "It seems our slicers are hacking into the Suns network as we speak. They've got them riled up. Hopefully it won't be too long before they're done." He gave a look to Colap, "And then that is when we get our revenge. I want to hit those warehouses for the supplies they got, but I want to scramble their government. The only reason the Suns still hold power is because they have the governors on their side." He looked to Isaac, "Which brings me to my second point, if we want to take on their puppet-governers, we need our own. I want someone on the inside of Antecedents parliament at Central. Someone who can get themselves into a position of power. I'm looking to you Isaac, if you're not capable, then I beg the question - please tell me who."

[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

Colap raised an eyebrow at Ideus very annoyed with him. Especially about the Sergeant at arms comment. Lysle was talking about stealth and subterfuge which colap was good at but he was no politician. He was good at being sneaky, being a smuggler and a lowlife that was one of his prime skills.

"I can infiltrate the warehouse perimeter and place some explosives prior to your attacking. After all insiders are very useful like I said before."

Then he turned to Ideus, dropping his glass on the counter and reaching out to attempt to grab his colar. His corellian blood boiled as anger rose up into his eyes, making him very much sober. Colap could take criticism but an outright insult was never tolerated.

"If you want to go little punk I'll knock you on your shebs in a little fist fight right here!"

 

[Isaac Ideus]

[member="Colap Ticon"] grabbed Isaac by the shirt collar, but didn't move. "Hell," he said sarcastically, "you're probably seeing double right now." He waited for Colap to let go and readjusted his collar. He turned to his boss and listened to him explain a new plan. "Ah, a social con job. Could be difficult, but with a certain influence I think it could be done. To forge a role as a politician would be something else entirely. It sounds like a challenge, though, which means I'm up for it."
[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Now this was something that he could get into. Going across the galaxy to an ecumenopolis and spending some time at a casino? How could he have landed a better job than that? Now that he thought about it, how exactly did he land the job? Well, in the end it didn't really matter too much. A job was a job, and he was told that he needed to go and see about working out some sort of arrangement with an underground group? Yeah, he hadn't paid all that much attention to that part.

He walked into the place dressed in some loose, baggy clothing that hid just about everything about him, but was finely tailored to the point that it showed he had some amount of money. Which was to say that he had Imperial credits that he could spend. Technically he was just supposed to use it to get into contact with some group or other, but that didn't mean he couldn't do a little extra spending.

Throwing down some creds at the roulette wheel, he watched it spin and waited to see if he'd win.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew looked up at the huge casino in front of him as he walked towards the front enterance. The owner of this massive casino had contacted him about a supply contract with the Guild, and they could always use more contracts... He was suprised, however. He exepcted a casino. Not a small city filled with flashing lights and people losing their money to play games of chance they had virtually no chance of winning. Which is probably how they afforded to build a place like this... A few days of thousands gambling probably paid it off real quick. Maybe he should open a casino. A casino with animals in it... Nah. The Acklays would eat the guests.

The Togorian stepped into the main enterance, looking around for any sign of where [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] was. This was like a needle in a hayfield. Almost as soon as he stepped i, however, a short human man built like a mac truck walked over. It was obivous by his earpiece and suit that he was part of hotel security. Why was he walking to Mrrew...? He looked down at himself. Nothing out of the ordinairy. He wore the same gear he wore everywhere- his sword and blaster pistol hanging at his gunbelt, his rifle slung on his back, his leather vest and lotek'k jacket. .. Oooh. Casino. Not supposed to take weapons. Right. The Guard glanced Mrrew up and down, his hand already on the stun pistol at his side. "You'll need to hand over your weapons, sir..." Mrrew blinked down at the man, and sighed. He was about twice as tall as him, and he didn't paticularly want to give up his weapons... They probably wouldn't be damaged. The casino's owner was a potential buisness partner, after all. So after a moemnt or two of thought, the Togorian handed the squat guard his rifle. And his pistol. Then his wsord. Then a few thermal detonators. And a baradium cell. And a few small cases of SmartTranq laden darts. After a few minutes of handing over gear, the bodyguard was holding a comically large double armfull, looking like he was about to fall over. "If you damage any of that, I'll eat you." Mrrew smiled, showing fangs about the size of the human's longest finger, and wandered into the casino. He wouldn't really eat him of course... but humans tended to get a little scared around eight foot tall predatory cats. It was a good tactic to use to make sure his gear returned to him safely. Plus it was hillarious to see the blood drain from the man's face. It never got old, really.

Now... Where was Lysle.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"That would work perfectly," Lysle said to Colap, and when he threatened Isaac, he dismissed it with the wave of his hand. He looked to Isaac now, "Good, and if you really like it, who knows, something might happen to the old governor and we can fund a campaign for you to become Architect." The Architect he referred too was the title of the sole individual who ran the government, or at least had the most say. Generally they were raised from childhood and moulded into the role, but there were other ways of infiltrating their ranks. Nothing like good ol' espionage, assassination and bribery to put the 'right' man into power. A waiter came to the table, leaning into Lysle and whispering a few words into his ear. "Send them up." The waiter disappeared to go and retrieve Mrrew and Killian.

[member="Mrrew"] [member="Killian Holmes"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Why did Daxton do anything? That is a question that has kept many a Jedi Council member up late at night, trying to decipher what makes the Sith tick. To this day he remains an enigma, a rather thorny one each time he decides to make his presence felt. When the Confederacy collapsed on itself, he was nowhere in sight. Only the foolish or those with a death wish would voice what many were thinking, that with his puppet gone, the master sought a new lair. Not that other people's opinion mattered, not in the least. It just made setting up all over again merely more complicated.

The next time he was spotted, Daxton was associated with the Red Ravens. Given his wide knowledge of illicit and criminal contacts, many would say it was a prefect fit.

Cutting an impressive figure in his jet black robes, none of the guards dared to get in his way. Rumor on the grapevine was that there was operation going down soon and he was itching to get back on the field once more.

"Greetings friends, I trust I am not too late for the festivities."

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Someone approached him and mentioned that his attention was wanted elsewhere. He frowned at this, and waved a hand.

"Hold on. Let me collect my winnings."

He scooped up all of the creds that he'd won from the idiots here, and shoved them into his pockets. Well, if nothing else the Admiral would be happy to see that he'd actually increased their credit stock instead of spending everything he'd been given. That was always a good thing. Maybe he could be assigned to be the Remnant's gambling man? Ok, maybe not. He waved for the waiter to lead him along, and moved to follow after as he was led to some room where [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Isaac Ideus"] and [member="Colap Ticon"] were waiting.

"If this is one of those types of parties I don't want to be involved. It's only women for this guy."

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

[member="Daxton Bane"]

Daxton joined the table. "Late? not at all, take a seat, order whatever you want, it's on the house." Lysle had never encountered a Sith, Jedi or Dark Jedi before, heck, he had never seen a lightsaber in his life. In a galaxy of thousands of trillions, those type of people were myths, legends and rumour. Only a few thousand existed. A grain of sand on a beach. Lysle saw his robes and thought them fashionable, but nothing more. His mind didn't connect it to an order or otherwise. Though it was true, were one Force-Sensitive that could see that so too was Lysle - difference was, he was a Force Adept. Self trained, he trusted his instincts. He couldn't throws balls of kinetic energy or make someone fall over on a whim.

Then Killian was next, and he made a jest. Or wasn't he? Lysle couldn't tell, and he didn't like it either. But he remained neutral with a faint smile on his lips. He needed to please the Imperiel Remnant, and that was exactly why Killian was here. "Welcome, welcome. Please take a seat, we're having dinner. As I offer to all my guests, order what you like, and you won't pay a dime." Lysle finished his plate and pushed it aside, looking to Killian, "I was told you would be acting as a diplomat on behalf of the Imperial Remnant, or in the least; a messenger. Is this correct?"

[member="Killian Holmes"] [member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[RC 212]

Colap eyed the pair as they came in and then went back for another glass of whiskey. Standing by Lysles side and a little behind him he looked over the bunch, studying them. The Remnant was particularly interesting to him as they were mostly all order and laws.

What they wanted? He couldn't tell so he just nodded coyly at the group and took himself a seat, waiting for them and Lysle to say their respective pieces.

 

[LordAvalen]

Jace walks into the Casino and takes a seat beside Colap, giving him a quick once-over and hello, "Hey Lysle, hit me with something good." he asks. Jace didnt come to the bar much, after all he wasn't much of a gambler besides the arenas, but he did enjoy a drink every now and then. "These damn Black Sun people make it hard to get around."

[member="Colap Ticon"][member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="LordAvalen"]

"Sup buddy, hows life?" Colap asked.

"Here." He passed Jace a cigar and a bottle of Whiskey.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Taking a seat without much ceremony, Daxton pushed back the hood to allow people to fully see his face. The red tinged skin was marked by a combination of tribal tattoos as well as old battle scars which made it seem that he was smiling all the time. "I will have a Corellian Red, if you have it." As soon as his order was taken he sat back to hear what the representative had to say. Daxton had his own contacts but it seemed prudent not to reveal them for now.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]