Hutts Have The Best Pads

[Jorgo]

Nar Shaddaa Skyline - Jorgo's Yacht

Jorgo had given up searching for glamorous homes on Nar Shaddaa. The whole planet was one large slum. Instead he had taken to the skies, and decided to spend a measly slice of his rather large drug-money to purchase what was effectively, a flying mansion. In reality it was a massive yacht, but he had outfitted it specifically to suit his every need.

He'd gone as far as to open the left side of the yacht as a club of sorts, just to appease the mercenaries and other crime lords he often had in his company. It was also a surefire way to get money. He'd hired a bith band and paid for drinks from all over the galaxy. Jorgo had always had a taste for drinks, be it Tarisian Ale, Alderaan Ruge or Bantha-blood fizz.

He'd decided to open the club up to those who were willing to pay rather than just those he was willing to invite. Hopefully it would increase revenue. Not like he needed it. It was just his insatiable appetite. Tonight he was expecting quite the influx of visitors. Sitting atop a great slab of black marble in the back of the massive circular room, he waited expectantly for his visitors, the music raging on in the background and the bright coloured lights shining upon his face.

@[member="Dark Onyx"]
@[member="Piraiba"]
@[member="Avicus DuSang"]
@[member="Mereel Vaun"]

 

[Piraiba]

How many months had it been when Piraiba, Sven, and Sable had been consumed by that force Nexus? A Nexus that had transported them to this similar almost identical dimension. A dimension ravaged by a virus centuries prior. It was a story none would have believed if he could have been so liquored up to tell anyone.

At first Piraiba stayed with his 'little brother' and 'little sister' protecting them and aiding them as they went. The Togorian shared a kinship of sorts with them, but he started to wonder if he cared for the path they were carving for themselves in the Sith Empire. His father had been Sith and he tried to walk in the Mandalorian's footsteps, but he couldn't help but to wonder about the other organizations out there.

It was slow at first feeling out information and finding contacts. After all Piraiba was simply a killer, and not a creature of calculation. Yet slowly he was able to feel his way to possible contacts among an uprising group of Mandalorians, and now also potentially the Hutt Cartel. After all the Togorian wasn't above petty crimes if it brought entertainment. The hutts above all else had been said to indulge more than anyone. Piraiba didn't see himself weighing two tons and being moved around on a platform, but he'd certainly like to indulge his senses.

That brought him to Jorgo's yacht. The feline was surprised to find Nar Shadaa to be in such disrepair, but there was word of a Hutt who had finer tastes and was more open than most of them when it came to letting outsiders a bit closer. A shuttle fee was paid to get to the ship, and the ten foot tall hulking feline garnered a few glances as he walked through the "club's" front entryway. Throwing off his cloak, the creature tossed it to a nearby coat hanger. It might come up missing before the night was through, but it was an old tattered rag anyway. The more valuable possession was the battered thick durasteel vest he wore over his torso above his plain gray pants. Two light sabers and a combat knife was tucked into that vest out of sight. His other typical armory of weapons was left at the sleezy room he had rented back on Nar Shaddaa. Those too might be gone before the night was through, but they were easily enough replaced. It wasn't worth the hassle from the door guards to wear three blasters when you were trying to enjoy your night.

The Togorian eyed the club floor laid out in front of him before making his way through the crowd towards the bar.

 

[Jorgo]

The majority of the people in the club didn't seem to have noticed the Togorian that had just entered. The mercs hadn't really been bothered. The creature didn't appear to be carrying any weapons, so he wasn't an immediate risk. Jorgo still kept an eye on him. He had a durasteel vest on, from what he could tell. Most patrons didn't wear durasteel vests unless they were expecting to get shot. That or they were bounty hunters. If he had been a bounty hunter though, surely he would have a blaster... Jorgo wasn't sure if he should stop the Togorian.

Murder is bad for business... So is irritating customers... He decided against interfering with the creature, to save him from the hassle. The creature might have just been safety-conscious. The vest had certainly seen some wear, as shown by its battered state. Snorting loudly in what sufficed for a shrug, he returned to sipping his drink.

@[member="Piraiba"]

 

[Shawn Drax]

In the back I worked as a bartender. I would serve drinks to people for their credits. It was the best job that I could find here on Nar Shaada. I still wore my Nexu suit under my uniform for protection from any and all threats. Other than that I carried nothing as I worked for my pay. I was talking to a nice looking woman who I was very easily convicting that we should spend "alone time" together when a large feline walked in.

I noticed that he didnt care for the people who were staring at him. I poured another drink for the lady and a burly man off to the side. The woman looked at me before taking another drink only to have it spill on her very open shirt. I rolled my eyes as she said "Oops?" very seductive like. "Go to your room and take a rest." I told her as the feline came closer to the bar.

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx entered to see the place pretty full. He didn't like the Hutts. He didn't like any of them. They were slime that plagued this galaxy. But when Onyx sees a good bar, he can't help himself.

He went straight to the back and started ordering shots. He needed to relax. His face showed obvious signs of tiredness.

@Shawn Drax

 

[Shawn Drax]

A man came up and asked for endless rounds of shots. I was flabergasted to see this man drink such hard liquor so fast. "Hey buddy slow down. Drink to much of that ans it'd kill ya." I put up the hard liquorand started to clean some glasses that had been used. Off to the side a woman gave me a tip for working. I smiled and said my thanks.