Fear and Loathing (Mando Dominion of The Wheel)

[Captain Larraq]

@[member="Popo"]

It had been a long and troubling few months for the Mandalorians. Wars and skirmishes, toppling empires, and political assassinations had dragged thousands of Mando'ade from one star system to another for far too long. Feeling that his men deserved a break, Larraq had given each of them a bonus paycheck and brought the lot of them to The Wheel for a quick vacation.

With a glass of whiskey in hand, Larraq sat at a darkened poker table in a mid-scale bar and stared at the cards in his hand. To his right sat a cigar, still trailing smoke as it waited for him in an ashtray. "Raise. 2,000 credits." He said to the others at his table before taking a sip of his whiskey.

 

[Strider Garon]

The old man lightly growled as their was no way he could even bluff such a frakked up hand of cards. Well not a bluff worth 2k in creds at least. Strider dumped his cards in defeat, folding the chance to win back his recently earned bonus. Such a lost left a sour taste in his tongue but thank what ever gods their was, he still had class of corellian spiced ale and a flask of tihaar hidden on his body, for medical use.

“To rich for my blood Captain!” The old mandalorian replied before taking a long sip of his corellian spirit and lighting a new cig to make ease of his recent loss.
@[member="Captain Larraq"]

 

[Popo]

Mandalorians...

Popo was moderately annoyed with them. They broke things, they caused trouble, and they cost him money. Any time a lone Mandalorian or a group of them came on board the Wheel, Popo made sure they were watched closely. The race of warriors tended to gamble, drink, and fight very, very often. In that order. The Hutt was okay with the gambling and drinking, but the fighting cost him credits in the long term and tended to put people off on return visits.

Now... now there were thousands of them here. He couldn't turn them away from the space station. Primarily because they would bring more money to the place, but also because he had no external help to draw from in the event his Security couldn't evict them. The Sith Empire was done and, with it, their control on the system. Popo wasn't sure if he was still supposed to pay Darth Kyros, the Sith Lady of this sector, her continued due, but he figured that was a problem for another time.

At the moment, he had bigger problems. Already there were reports of ruckus and uproar wherever the Mandos went. The damage bills kept climbing and the Mandalorians seemed to be endless in number. The Wheel's Security Forces were overworked to the point where most could only contain the ruckus where it happened and hope for the best. No one was dead, yet, but the issues were stacking up and making Popo a very, very, very unhappy Shell Hutt.

He briefly thought about demanding their departure from his station and had already worked out how to do it when a thought hit him. The Mandalorian upper echelon was here. The Mandalorians helped topple the Sith Empire. The Mandalorians were looking to expand. The Mandalorians were the best warriors, soldiers, and mercenaries in the galaxy.

Maybe, just maybe, Popo could work this to his advantage...

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Mandalorians were on the move and their move to the south had peak Petra’s interest. She wanted to see how they were going to pull it off. So the bar looked good to start at. Drinks were not going to be ignored. Petra walked up to the bar to order her drink. She did not dress like she was a witch from Dathomir. Her dress was a mix of with yellow to green and all shades between. It even was a long dress that went down to her ankles. It could be called a conservative dress when others went for less. That was perfectly fine for Petra.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Rygel Larraq collected his winnings and wondered if he would eventually win back the credits he had spent rewarding the Mando'ad that had participated at the battle for Dromund Kaas. He sipped his whiskey and nodded to the dealer to set them up for another game. All in all, Larraq didn't care if he won the credits back or not. He had gained enough fame and renown in Mandalorian space to more than cover the expenses of visiting The Wheel. Over the last week Mandal Hypernautics stock had risen by over 20 points and were looking to continue the trend for at least another week.

Business was good right now. Very, very good. As was the whiskey, the cigars, and Larraq's new hand of cards.



@[member="Petra Cavataio"], @[member="Popo"], @[member="Strider Garon"],

 

[Strider Garon]

“Sorry vode, I believe I found better company then you ugly chaavlae” Strider announced as he stood from the table, his eye tunnel visioned on Petra Cavatiao. Dropping his cards and picking up his glass of whiskey he walked over towards the infamous beauty, his old duster flapping about exposing the only beskargam he wore, a light breastplate, with the nerf leather concealing a variety of weapons.

Petra was no stranger to Strider Garon or to his …… reputation. “Petra, your very presence brings life back to an old man giving one enough vigor for a millennium. And that dress, by the manda I swear I could die a happy and complete man just seeing it on you” Or off which was always his true agenda with the queen mother. There was only one true love for the old dog and it was this elusive, beautiful and cruel witch. But she drove him crazy and he loved it.

@[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Captain Larraq"] @[member="Petra Cavataio"] @[member="Popo"]

Ordo was sitting at the bar with a data pad and a mug of something pungent to make a Hutt wonder.

'The feth am I doin here' he thought as a female togruta dancing girl came up and put a hand on his Beskar covered shoulder.

"Not interested," he said not bothing to look at her. He had better things to do than play sugar daddy to some young bar hopping girls looking for free drinks.

He adjusted his H-harness and drank the tumbler of booze like a shot.

"Barkeep!" He said his deep booming voice cutting through the din "fill'er up and leave the bottle!"

 

[Davin Starrunner]

Yes, today was a good day...
Davin Starrunner had a headache and needed something to soothe it. He'd spent the last two hours 'negotiating' for spare parts for his YT-2000 ship, The Soldier's Flame. The past few engagements had been both exciting and profitable but his ship had taken quite a beating so he needed a few spare parts for repairs. They had offered to repair his ship as well, for a 'modest' fee but there was no way in hell he'd trust anyone outside his vode to even touch his ship. Now that the credits had been given and parts received, Davin could get to work on repairing his ship.

After a drink to relax and bleed of the tension in his body...

Yes, today was a good day...

Davin looked inside nodding to his fellow vode as he went. Entering one of the many drinking establishments, he bellied up to the bar as he heard a familiar voice:
"Barkeep! fill'er up and leave the bottle!"

Davin looked over and saw Ordo getting lit up on something he could smell from over here. Taking his buy'ce off and setting it on the bar, he flagged down the barkeep as he went to give Ordo his bottle and passed a few credit chips to him. The barkeep nodded and informed Ordo that the bottle had been paid for. The barkeep came back and gave Davin a bottle of whiskey. He nodded his thanks to the Barkeep and poured himself a shot. Davin looked over at Ordo , held up the shot glass to him and downed the shot. He loved how it burned as it went down his throat and exploded in his belly like a bomb.

Yes, today was a good day.

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Finishing her sip from her glass, Petra held all reactions back as the Mando known as Strider Garon did his same ole song and dance for her attention. She placed the glass of rum down on the bar surface. Taking her sweet time to acknowledge Strider might appear to be the game, when time came to mess with Strider. She leaned closer to him and grinned before speaking. “So, Mando…Should I just kill you now so you can be happy forever?”

Chuckling afterwards to her odd joke, then she picked her drink up. Petra stood up with her left hand holding the glass. She lifted her right and her finger lightly caressed the man’s cheek. “Or maybe I should just put you out of your misery and claim you… I’m sure a collar would look nice on you.” As she moved away from Strider, her fingers slid down to his chin and left from there. Petra went on to gamble a little and see if Strider would follow. This has been their game for over an year now.

@[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Davin Starrunner"]

Ordo slapped the cash cred chip on the counter and slid it to the barkeep.

"Been paid for." The dresselian said as he slid the chip back.

Ordo looked up half angry and half surprised. He wasn't opposed to the idea he just trusted people generally only as far as he could throw them and some even less. The barkeep pointed to starrunnner and walked away.

Ordo raised his glass and nodded to the lad then shot the stuff, that could have been used for engine coolant, down.

At least he hadn't gotten into any trpuble today.

 

[Strider Garon]

Petra walked away and all Strider could do at the moment was ravage every inch of her body and curves with his eye. Just stood their in a practiced aww because the woman has always done this to him. Always left him begging for more, maybe he was better off accepting the collar. “Come on you fool, man up… your not a dog at her becking call” He attempted to convince himself in a verbal conversation.

He skulled the remnants of his whisky, his eye glancing back at the Goddess wondering about and gambling “Don’t kid yourself old man, you would destroy worlds for her…….you are powerless against those”

He placed the cup on the bar and wondered off towards Petra like a well trained dog looking for a belly rub. Yup, there was no breaking this witchcraft she had on him. Petra’s claws were deep into Strider…. And he enjoyes it.

He positioned himself to her side, his good eye still ravaging here with no shame. “When are you going to be mine?” His last ditched attempt to seem somewhat in control, though it was a lie. The trust of it all would be the opposite, he would be hers to do as she pleased and Strider knew he could not resist it. There was no other woman out there like Petra.
@[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Davin Starrunner]

After he downed his shot, Davin got up and looked to see what other trouble he could get into. He gave Ordo a good hard smack on the shoulder, nearly causing him to spill his shot as he passed behind the older Mando'ade. Laughing a bit, Davin saw the empty seat that had recently been vacated by Strider Garon and was clearly being dominated by Captain Larraq. Though there were others at the table, Davin only addressed the one who really mattered at the moment as he spoke to Larraq, "Is this seat open ori'vod?" Davin asked as he started pulling out a decent stack of credits just begging to be gambled.

@[member="Captain Larraq"], @[member="Ordo"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

There was a little cheating at a table of craps. Having the ability to move quickly, relaxes had to be attune to better react times, and Petra was using her reaction time to make the dice roll slightly faster or slower for an outcome in her favor. She had money to use to gain more for her goals. The larger picture was important for her. These were the steps that were going to help her.

Of course when Strider finally joined her, teasing him had to be done. There was no fun if he was not teased more. It came more apparent with him showing some control. Petra skipped her turns to bid on the rolls, and turned to Strider with a wicked grin. Then she moved against him. Pressed up against him, she seductively whispered in his good ear. He was an old man after all. “That’s cute, sweetie… we both know you are going to be mine and it will be when I said. You need a little more work.”

Petra turned away from him. She collected her winnings to leave. There was need to bounce from table to table so winnings would not be noticed too much. Before leaving Strider again, she had moved behind him to whisper to him. “You can end it all with tell me who you pledge yourself to fully, Strider.” Then she went off the next table to start rounds of betting again.

@[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Strider Garon]

The teasing grind the infamous ‘witch’ kept playing upon the old warrior was stirring the poor dog about. He wanted her bad and he knew exactly what he had to do to get what he wanted. She even told him, not just on this occasion but every time they get about each other. The hound of Keldabe would have to give in, all or nothing deal. Bit dust some bachelors would say but he was getting old and this dog could barely keep the chase up anymore. It was time to put the old boy out of his misery, settle down and be claimed by the very Witch he has loved for so long but couldn’t give her the loyalty she was seeking.

Once again she pushed off from him, skipping to another table and playing the game she does so well…. Deceit. She left him there to mull over the grand decision. Could Strider give himself over to one person fully? Is that possible for the famous womanizing man whore….. at title her earned decades ago.

Only one way to find out.

Strider approached once more, the beautiful but deadly Petra Cavatio, with her back turned he knew full well that she was aware of his approach. He leaned in, his good hand lightly resting upon her shoulder as he went to whisper into her ear “I am yours!”

Three simple words and the man has committed himself to one of the most powerful woman in this galaxy. Three simple words he knew the exact meaning and a promise that on the pain of death he should not dare to break.
@[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna had been traveling, seeking out more clues on where she could find additional healing crystals for the Hall of Healers. This stopover on the wheel was to take on supplies and perhaps gather a little information. She was quite surprised when she learned that there was a contingent of Mandalorians also on The Wheel. She smiled, and wondered would Ord'ika be among them, smiling a little uneasy, as her dark onyx eyes searched each face that came past her, as she looked for one that was familiar to her.

She had stopped to speak with a seller of crystals, the ones the woman had were crude cut, their clarity blocked by imperfections within. Any power that they had was minimal more for the inexperienced and seeking of the quick cure. They were not for the skilled hands, or eyes of Rianna she nodded thanking the woman for her time. There were other vendors on The Wheel perhaps they would have what she was seeking.

As she walked she could not help but noticed the number of mandalorians who were coming and going out of the cantina, hmm yes could be but it looked to be a bit more what many of the male jedi called gentleman's club. The term made Rianna laugh, as she knew they were trying to protect what they perceived as delicate senses. She contemplated whether to enter the place, making a decision she walked in.

A male Jedi walking into this kind of place would probably not draw much attention, but a female jedi that drew a few looks. Rianna smiled, as her eyes adjusted more to the lower lights, slowly with a predators gait she moved to see who was inside. The thoughts, as faces turned away was she looked for a criminal, wouldn't they be surprised. Just as her gaze set upon the form of the man she was seeking she saw the togruta put her hand on him. She caught her tongue quickly as he dismissed the woman, Rianna could not help but smile.

Noticing someone having bought Ord'ika a drink, and then he downed it. Rianna got the chills. What the heck why not have a little fun. She came up from what she hoped would be his blind side, putting her hand on his back lowering her voice adding a hint of sex appeal to it, "Hey honey, can I interest you in a good time?"

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Rianna Organa"]

Ordo was cranky sitting there stuck with nothing but hussies, gamblers and drunks for company. It was like a Garon clan reunion mixed with a Twi'lek dancing camp.

The booze was good at least he had that. He was secretly reading a Book of poetry from around the galaxy. Whatever the heck they wanted him here for he could be doing onManda'yaim or Coruscanta with Rianna.

Soon after the Togruta had left he drank another glass and poured some more. In no time flat sure as hutts stink he felt another hand touch him. The voice was low and sensual as she asked I don't he wanted a good time.

"What part of not interested do you brain trust not figure applies to you!? Ordo said taking another drink.

Honestly why did they not get he didn't need some bar girls company when he had a real woman at home.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna did her very best not to laugh, "awww, but you haven't even turned to see what you'd be missing big boy" She rubbed his back gently, "I promise it's all worth your while" She was trying really hard not to giggle, she felt herself swallowing hard.

She slid her hand further down his back, making little noises as she stood there. Secretly Rianna was proud as a peacock right now that he was all hers, and no one else's. She took just a little side step, ducking her head down so that all could be seen was her hair.

"please" she whispered.

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Rianna Organa"]

They must really be hurting for business if they had to ask his big armored backside more than once.

Ordo saw the black hair as the woman rubbed his back. He placed two big paws on the bar and turned on his stool. He was not in the least bit amused!

"Now part of NO is confusing you so...." his big jaw just about hit the deck as he turned to see none other than the epitome of kindness and beauty standing there.

He sat there dumb struck and confused as he looked at her.

"Wha...you..hmmm." he lost whatever it was he was going to say as he stood and felt the alcohol warm his cheeks a little. He looked at her and smiled as he finally pulled her close for a long kiss hello.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna wrapped her arms around him enjoying the feeling of warmth, the bitter taste of alcohol all while kissing him as if she had been denied his touch. She did not want to let go all while she thought this is what I needed today. Rianna could actually feel his ire, his sense of this is enough and it made her happy to know he felt that way.

She pulled back to look into those beautiful eyes of his, her hand slid down to stroke his cheek, "So, can I now interest you in a good time?" She smiled and kissed him again. The look on his face had been priceless to see how he stood up ready to make a point about what he wanted made her heart soar, she loved him so much.

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Rianna Organa"]

Ordo felt like it had been ages since he held his wife in his arms. Her lips were like sweet wine and he could taste them all day. He had been getting ready to lets some girl have an ear full and had been given the best treat he could have ever hoped for.

"I may be able to oblige." He said with a grin, "since you asked so nicely."

He loved her with a genuine heart felt love. Maybe they hadn't know each other long but they connected in a way that others simply didn't. They worked together. They adjusted. They adapted and over came and without a complaint. They just spent every minute they could together and thought about each other for the rest. He longed for her when they were apart but he was glad for the bond they had and he couldn't help but think of the hunger he had for her when she was near. Maybe he should slow down on the drink before he gets too worked up.