Inferno's Lair (Invite Only)

[Ember Rouge]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSnZs_9lTcQ​

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Inferno sat in the highest balcony booth of her nightclub: Hades. The streets of Lower Taris knew Hades to be the center of many a questionable operation, with the mysterious woman at the head. It was nice. She liked the fear and suspicion the locals held toward her and her organization. It meant that she wouldn't have to deal with any of them sticking their noses where they didn't belong.​

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She flicked some of the glowing ashes from her cigarette and glanced at one of her burly bodyguards. "Rov. Are any of my guests here yet? I'm starting to get bored." Her orange eyes flared for a moment. It wasn't good when Inferno got bored. Rov nodded, and pulled out a tiny holocomputer. "They are just arriving now," He replied. She grinned.​

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"Excellent."​

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[member="Nickolas Imura"]​

[member="Sayl Bane"]​

[member="Cryax Bane"]​

[member="Alicia Drey"]​

[member="Raziel"]​

[member="Roadblock"]​

[member="The Upright Man"]​

[member="Mistress Malkite"]​

[member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]​

[member="Judas Zambrano"]​

[member="Nimue Stormson"]​

[member="Dōkeshi"]​

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Being invited to yet another party, and this one seeming a little more professional then the last, Empress Nimue was glad to know her name was getting around in the underworld. She liked her connections as seeded as possible, everything worked from the shadows. After receiving this message to join one [member="Ember Rouge "]at her nightclub Nimue figured it was after her name had been associated with a few other groups like the Red Ravens.​

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Arriving at the club, after a long trip from Effekt, Nimue stepped out of the shuttle in an appropriate dress for the night. Just like before she wanted to be careful about not being fully noticed by anyone who would let the word go too far. She didn’t want to risk her people or her enemies to know of her allegiances before she’d planned to. Until then it was a matter of looking professional while still retaining the proper authority and respect.​

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Entering Nimue was already caught by the rhythm on the music and tapping her toes to it. After having her coat taken she was escorted to the booth where Ms. Rouge was awaiting. Entering and seeing the ember eyed girl for herself Empress Nimue smirked, seeing this woman was much like her. Plenty of authority under her belt and a hidden sense of power. She liked that.​

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Bowing her head a little towards her she said “Greetings to you, Ms. Rouge. Lovely place you have here. So glad I was able to receive the invite.”​

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(Her dress in case anyone wonders lol: http://p.mefond.com/600x800/201302180237571202/Women-s-Velvet-Polyester-Dark-green-Tea-length-Sequined-flowers-Cheongsam-Dress.jpg )​

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Ember Rouge "]|

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It was time to return to work. For too long had Alicia Drey been inactive in the realm of business and enterprise. The contacts she sought to create on Sojourn, at the last Gathering, had been lost whilst investors to Chandrila DataTech had gone amiss. A lot of people needed to be found, who would do their part to help in the grand scheme. She would track them down at a later time.

Ember Rouge and her invitation provided another chance to begin again. Rave Merrill and her discoveries into the work that Alicia Drey did had delayed the progress of the plan by a number of years. Her appearance at Hades was a chance to give it new life. The dress that she wore (picture), make up and other accessories were chosen to impress and impress she would.

Stepping into the booth, her eyes turned to [member="Nimue Stormson"]. A polite grin came to bear when their eyes met. Alicia then turned to Ember and extended a hand. "Hello Miss Rouge. I am Alicia Drey. It's good to finally meet you."

 

[Sayl Bane]

The bright lights and the loud music of the nightclub were nothing new to Sayl, having grown up on the streets of Nal Hutta. They were something she'd become acclimated to and therefore learned to tune out in order to take in the more important details of the situation, this time being just who else was in attendance and what their perceived standing was both in the galaxy and in the graces of their host. Her limited Force ability told her that at least one of them was also attuned to the energy field, though on a much higher level than she. Thus far that was the only thing to really catch her interest. The rest of it was, well, typical.

Typical, aside from the fact that she was attending the party not only with her half-brother [member="Cryax Bane"], but dressed in formal wear as well. Surprisingly enough she'd managed to finally choose a dress that she'd liked, but that was as far as she went with the entirety of it. Simple flats were worn beneath, with just a touch of makeup. The puzzle piece tattoo that adorned the left side of her chest was displayed courtesy of the outfit she was wearing, something she knew would set her apart from the rest of the guests, on some plane.

"Is this all you do for fun? It has to get old. There's too many people. I might be a street kid, but even I have my limits." Her comments were directed towards Cryax, whom she currently walked beside as they'd entered the venue, a skeptical expression evident on her face and in her dark brown eyes that flashed briefly crimson in a mirror image of her Chiss half-sibling. All told their surroundings were held to a much higher standard than what she was used to, something she'd at the same time expected and yet been caught off guard by.

"How long are we staying?"

@Ember Rouge

 

[Cryax Bane]

Wearing an outfit that an Outer Rim fashion designer insisted was the latest thing since sliced Wastril bread, Cryax Bane, President of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate, strode into the party accompanied his half-sister, Sayl Bane. He was aware that she probably would have rather attended with her twin brother as their relationship was much closer, but Sage Bane was currently in a detox facility somewhere on Syvris, hopefully kicking his glitterstim habit. The event the Banes were attending was underway at a nightclub called Hades in the Lower City of Taris, the urban planet from which his boyfriend hailed. Jalek unfortunately had stayed home on Antecedent, suddenly allergic to parties for some reason.

Hooking his arm around hers as the walked into the venue, he smirked at Sayl's comment. "I hate parties too, Sayl, but I have to make the rounds. It's how galactic business gets done." He explained this to his street rat of a sister, using tone that was a bit condescending, but well, what did she know about running one of the largest criminal syndicates in the galaxy? "And to answer your second question, we're staying as long as it takes to get said galactic business done. I suggest you find a nice lady friend to get cozy with because we're going to be a while."

Looking around the room, he spied his friend, the lovely Empress [member="Nimue Stormson"], in the crowd. Another woman in his line of sight ([member="Alicia Drey"]) looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place exactly where he'd seen her. The Hostess of the party [member="Ember Rouge "]wasn't present yet from what he could tell, but as usual, the hosts and hostesses of these parties liked to wait to make their grand entrances. Still at least he didn't see any angry Mandalorians lurking around the place and no longer had a Yuuzhan Vong overlord in his head to crash the party, so all things considered, Bane was optimistic that this shindig might just turn out to be an entertaining night after all.

[member="Ember Rouge "][member="Sayl Bane"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Cryax Bane"] |

Hazel eyes turned to the entering crime lord. Alicia Drey considered Cryax Bane with slightly amusement. What amused her about the Chiss and the broad on his hip (she did not know of their relation yet) was that he was one of the few manipulations she had succeeded in achieving, albeit it being a minor one in the grand scheme of things.

The One Sith were searching for allies and the Red Raven's were suitable candidates for such a position. Their war on the Black Sun Syndicate had not only impressed the Voss Dark Lord and his many representatives, that Cryax Bane, Lysle of the Hydian Way and other Red Ravens had met with on Coruscant, but the very Sith Lord that stood secretly in the same room as him present. Sith do not enter alliances lightly, and Darth Ayra had put in her word for them. Thus, in her own way, Ayra had contributed to what Cryax had wanted.

At the said meeting between the One Sith and the Red Ravens, Darth Ayra had never revealed her face to the crime lord or his cronies. She had stood in the shadows, hooded and watching the alliance unfold. Her life as a Sith Lord was entirely separate to the one she led as Alicia Drey, an entrepreneur from Chandrila who inherited a family business and held ties back to Eriadu. Yet, the life of Alicia Drey was used to further the goals of Darth Ayra.

Suffice to say then, in all of this clandestine behavior and mystery, that Alicia wouldn't allow Cryax to ever discover the connection between both of her lives until the time was right; and they were years, perhaps decades away from that ever happening. It might not even happen at all. In a life of crime, anything could happen, even to the best of us.

When she caught the Chiss's eye, she smiled. Nothing seductive. Just a friendly one.

 

[The Upright Man]

[Theme]

The Upright Man strode through the neon night. A heavy footstep of his fell into a gutter-side pond of collected radioactive rain, crushing an oblong sputtering light. They say Taris is the Coruscant of the Outer Rim. But this world is nothing more than crumbling buildings and urban waste. The dismal living of the poor was an irritant to his sight, he yearned for the majesty of Antecedent.

He was about to enter the nightclub when he was shoved aside by the entourage of a prominent crime lord, Cryax Bane. With an unempathetic demeanour, he watched Cryax moved towards the venue with the afforded grace of one who had inherited the Red Ravens. Upright felt the urge to grab his long coat and pull the collar closer to him, then he took a long, slow drag from his death stick before removing it from the crevice of his helmet and stomping it out on the sidewalk.

Entering the nightclub he was greeted by two rather burly men. They began to pat him down, and one by one they began to remove an entire armoury-worth of slugthrowers. A holdout pistol on each wrist, two more located strapped to his thighs. An enforcer pistol removed from the waistline, two submachine guns from the inside of his coat followed by a final shotgun. He didn't expect to get away with them, but ever since his near-death experience, he felt naked and vulnerable without his guns.

The music was deafening inside, and when he looked around he was quick to spot the high fitted balcony booth, Ember loomed over them all. He waved her presence away from her mind and trailed through the crowd. He wasn't here for some petty local hot shot, or whatever Ember fancied herself. He had never heard the name until an invitation popped into his holomail. Either they had mailed an invitation to the wrong address, or he was lucky to receive one. He was a nobody, and he desired to keep it that way.

Making a beeline for the bar, he shouldered through those who refused to get out of his way without mercy. Upright propped himself up onto a bar stool and waved the bartender, but he knew in places like these that service came slow. Nightclubs were always slow of service, annoying loud and boisterous, and the only type of people who came here were either criminals looking for a discreet conversation or to find a temporary lover for a night full of fun. Upright was here for the former.

 

[Dōkeshi]

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Kobayashi walked into the light-filled club in his usual state: silent contemplation. He wondered vaguely whether or not he should greet his host, or dance, or what. If he did dance, who would it be with? He was still masked, but he figured the Empress Nimue would recognize him. Maybe she could use a partner... If she could deal with keeping on good terms with the guy who'd snuck into her tower on Effekt.

Flexing the claw fingers of his left hand as he walked, he moved towards Nimue and the other woman with her. The shady host, he assumed. As he got to them, his semi-permanent frown turned into a thin line. The closest the white-clad Dōkeshi ever got to smiling. He inclined his head slightly to Ember, and raised a concealed eyebrow to the Empress.

"Hello... I assume that you, Inferno or whatever you call yourself, invited me... And that you recognize me, your Empress-ness?"

[member="Ember Rouge "] [member="Nimue Stormson"]

 

[Roadblock]

wearing a new suit and his helmet to the Hades, night club in the hopes of making some new friends and business partners maybe even finding a master to train him in the ways of the force he finds himself at the end of the line to get in, being invited by the clubs owner he makes his way to the front getting checked out by security and then entering,

looking around he seems kinda lost,never have really been to night club let alone a dance with more than 30 people let alone the fact that he has ever danced with someone else once and that was back when he lived on a asteroid mining space station kind of worried he said in his mind "when in doubt drink it out" ..not sound advice but its not the worst idea he has had

grabbing a drink from the bar he looks for an empty spot on a wall,railing or seat to rest on and observe his surroundings using his anzat sensory organ to discern all force sensitive people.

 

[Sayl Bane]

Merely rolling her eyes at Cryax's second round of comments, Sayl smirked and shook her head. "What, you don't want me taking all the pretty boys away from you?" Grinning, she elbowed him playfully. "I'm kidding, relax. But it's gonna take more than that to shake me. I'm less like my brother than you seem to think." Most, or at the very least her half-brother, assumed the she and her twin to be one in the same. That was true, to a degree, but their personalities had their divide that became obvious the more one interacted with either of them separately. Unlike her brother she was more down to earth in the idea that she didn't only look out for her own pleasure first, but would rather ensure practicality and survival above all else. And, well, she was just a bit interested in what this 'galactic business' Cryax spoke of entailed.

"I hate to even ask, but why'd you bring me along in the first place? I mean, I get that we're family, but after the way we met...well, I didn't think we were this close." To punctuate that statement she gestured to the scene around them, with the brightly lit dance floor and the music that drummed a never-ending beat that seemed to resound in her chest like a second heartbeat. It was a question that had been prodding at her since she'd received the invitation from her Chiss sibling, as she hadn't thought the two of them had progressed much past acquaintances. Apparently that boundary was crossed just a bit on his side of things, but it would take more than this for her to really ever trust him.

It didn't seem as if many others had arrived yet, which struck her as odd. Either the list to get into this event had been very particular, or everyone was just waiting to make an entrance. The latter was something that she didn't have much patience for, more due to the fact that it wound up wasting everyone's time instead of just theirs. But Cryax seemed to know more about how these events were supposed to transpire than she did, so she didn't question it right at that moment.

[member="Cryax Bane"], @Ember Rouge, [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Dōkeshi"], [member="The Upright Man"], [member="Roadblock"], [member="Nimue Stormson"]

 

[Armand Temi]

After Mistress Malkite left her Hapan doctor's office, her face all shot up with Abyssin cells and with a little nip-tuck here and there, she liked to get her credits' worth and show her face off around the galaxy. Post-treatment was when she looked her youthful best so if she was going to be snapped on a Holocam somewhere she wanted it to be a week after treatment and then she would go into semi-hiding until her next appointment. Think lots of head scarves and sunglasses.

After landing on the planet Taris she drove a rental luxury speeder to a club called Hades to attend a party hosted by @Ember Rouge. She wore a black leather sheath and black stilettos, her hair was down to her shoulders and her eyes rimmed with smoky liner. After exiting the speeder she stopped to pose for the paparazzi and HoloNews cameras which lined up outside of the club:

Once inside she ordered a mineral water and surveyed the club, resting her elbow on the bar behind her. Although it was a large club she spied a familiar sight in green [member="Nimue Stormson"], one her clients. Also further away but very unmistakable was the blue-skinned Red Raven's President [member="Cryax Bane"]. She had never met the Chiss in person but really wanted to buy him a drink. Since she would be paying for it with his own credits after all.

She didn't recognize anyone else but assured herself she would leave the party with a few more contacts and hopefully more lucrative engagements.

[member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Raziel"] [member="Roadblock"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Judas Zambrano"] [member="Nimue Stormson"] [member="Dōkeshi"] @Ember Rouge

 

[Raziel]

Raziel sat in a quiet corner of the club. Well, as quiet as a booth on the edge of a balcony overlooking a the massive club could be. The crowd was heaving, convulsing, like a live animal reacting to the influence of the DJ. A heady mix of emotions being exuded through the Force. Raziel closed off his mind to them, to avoid being intoxicated by their raw feelings.

The Spymaster was invisible, his presence in the Force concealed, dressed in a manner that didn’t stand out. He’d even found a few drinking “friends” for the evening. Nothing stood out more than a man sat quietly drinking on his own in a place like this.

He was a paranoid man, of a nervous nature. He watched and waited, for now. In the end, he was glad he did. The young empress was attending the club’s owner. He’d have to wait until either she was gone, or he could catch her alone to explain that perhaps “Master Holloway” was just one of his faces. Either way, in the end he wanted to discuss some trades with the owner. Equipment, but mostly information. There would be no need to reveal that he represented Spynet, it didn’t matter who he represented. His credentials would come in the quality of the information he could provide.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax returned Sayl’s smirk when she made her wisecracks. “Why did I bring you along? Just a little brother/sister bonding, Sayl. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t always have an ulterior motive,” he insisted, his glowing red eyes scanning the room. In actuality, he did usually have an ulterior motive, but this time he was telling the truth. He’d invited her along so that he could get to know his sister better, to make up for lost time between himself and his orphaned sibling. To help her meet important people and perhaps to help her move beyond her street rat caste. “Plus, the more time you spend with me, the more I can keep an eye on you,” he laughed, playfully ruffling her hair. He had no idea how to interact with his sister, so his gestures were probably as awkward as they came.

Through the crowd the Chiss crime boss spotted the familiar black-leather clad [member="Mistress Malkite"]. His fists involuntarily clenched. There were some choice words he wanted to have with the Syvris dominatrix, but decided that he would deal with her later. For now, Cryax noticed the quasi-familiar woman in the white dress smiling at him, and he interpreted the expression as an invitation. There was information he desperately needed and hopefully this party would have the right kind of crowd, with the right kind of brains to pick. “There’s someone I want to talk to,” he said to his half-sister. “You’re welcome to come, but just a warning, the conversation might bore you.” Then he made his way over to [member="Alicia Drey"] and closed the distance between them. Hopelessly inept at small talk, Cryax decided to get right to the point. “The name’s Cryax Bane,” he said, giving the beauty his most charming smile. “Have we met somewhere before?”

[member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Roadblock"] [member="Dōkeshi"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Ember Rouge "][member="Nimue Stormson"] [member="Raziel"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Cryax Bane"] |

Her choice of beverage was a fine Corellian wine that had been provided to Ember and her guests. As she lifted the glass to her lips, her hazel eyes turned to the room. Alicia noticed that Cryax was walking towards her, after a brief conversation with the woman who had accompanied him. Lowering the glass back to the table at her side, Alicia kept her arms at the sides, a pursue tucked in between her left hip and arm.

Their eyes locked when Cryax closed the distance to converse with her. “The name’s Cryax Bane.” The smile was charming. It told Alicia he had done this many times. “Have we met somewhere before?”
"I believe we have, Mr. Bane." She lifted a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before continuing. "I was a one time associate of Lysle of the Hydian Way. We haven't spoken in a long time. How is he?"

 

[Cryax Bane]

So the lady was an associate of Lysle’s. Interesting. That must have explained her familiar face. When the woman asked him about Lysle, Cryax’s face became pained, his brow furrowed. He was never going to be able to get used to breaking the news about his good friend. “Lysle was killed. Gunned down by the Rebel Alliance during an insurgency on Makeb. Thousands of innocent civilians perished as well.” He shook his head, mournfully. “Kriffing rebels,” sighed the Chiss, grabbing a drink from a bar droid. “Don’t they know if they destabilize the criminal underworld there will be mass confusion, chaos, and much more war than under the security of the Red Ravens? We keep the rival gangs in order. Keep them from getting out of line...”

Cryax's words trailed off suddenly. This was not the place to go on a tirade about what happened on Makeb, especially since his own part in the civilian deaths was more than suspect. “If we could only find out who their leader was, well…” Here, he smashed one fist into another. “Well, you get the idea, uh…”

“What did you say your name was?”

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Sayl Bane"]

 

[Sayl Bane]

Grinning as Cryax ruffled her hair she put on her best mock innocent look, a mischievous crimson flash gone from her eyes as quickly as it had come. "What, keep an eye on me? I don't know why you'd ever need to do that." There were a number of reasons even she could think of, beginning and ending with her tendency to stir up trouble wherever she went, typically due to her pickpocketing that had turned into some semblance of a hobby. Certainly not the most legal, but being in the presence of criminals she didn't see the point in having much discretion. Of course, however much she sometimes enjoyed getting on other's nerves, she knew to draw the line, which came with trying to keep up appearances for her half-brother's sake, if nothing else.

Contrary to what he seemed to believe, warning her of the apparent drabness of the conversation was one way to ensure her coming along. Just as in any other situation, telling her that any sort of odds were against her was only more encouraging. So Sayl followed after him, though more slowly, taking her time as she walked through the crowd, studying any and all others with barely guarded curiosity. This was a different sort of company than she was used to, certainly of a higher class.

Stepping up beside him, obviously arriving in the middle of a conversation, she didn't bother with an introduction, content to simply listen. She didn't need all eyes on her, and often preferred the opposite. It was much easier to learn more about someone through a simple talk when they didn't acknowledge your presence. That was just her intention.

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Garza]

Late to the party? Like anyone would care. I dressed in my usual manner, of a Leather jacket, Leviathan bracers, no shirt, just a necklace, with some ripped jeans, a few belts around my waist, and combat boots, which my jeans were tucked in with the boots a little loose around the top. having my hair up like a samurai, I waked towards the door. The crappy rain was not really helping the mood either. Hardly hearing the rain over the music that was blasting out from the windows and doors of the place. Lights flashing everywhere inside as it was synced up with the music. It was not all that great. Not the type of music that I would usually listen to. Something more Rocky and screaming.

Nonetheless, I walked up and was stopped to be frisked. They took away my katana, Storm, and that was it. Because that is all that I was carrying. Well, unless you consider my gauntlets, that looked like leather gloves, to be weapons. Then I was allowed in. Looking around for the woman who was so keen on having all of us here, I just had to wonder, why did she want me to come? Thus, I looked around for anyone that migh- Bingo!

[member="Cryax Bane"] was known to hang around higher up officials and so, I walked up the area and around others to reach him and the woman who looked to be a little like a younger version of my girlfriend. Only, more composed, and wearing a rather expensive dress. Her eyes red, and ready for some fun. Offering my hand in a greeting, I spoke,

"Hello, You must be @Ember Rouge?"

 

[Ember Rouge]

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Ember studied those who had finally made their way to her VIP booth. Interesting specimens indeed. Her orange eyes lingered particularly on [member="Cryax Bane"] and [member="Nickolas Imura"] . She didn't give out any greetings, instead remaining silent and nodding courteously to each of them. She never liked to be friendly to such a degree as touching when meeting new people. She rubbed out her cigarette butt in the crystal ash tray on the small table in front of her. "Yes, yes. Hello to all of you as well. Yes, I am Ember Rouge, also known as Inferno, and yes, this is Hades, my place of both leisure and business. I invited each of you to meet you and to know you better, along with making a few alliances for future use. Now, if there is anything you'd like in the way of refreshments, please tell my chief of security, Rov." She gestured to the man beside her. She then motioned for them all to sit down in the booth with her. "First things first: Are there any questions regarding me or my little organization?"​

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[member="Nimue Stormson"]​

[member="Alicia Drey"]​

[member="Sayl Bane"]​

[member="Dōkeshi"]​

[member="Mistress Malkite"]​

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Accepting her hostess’ little nod the Empress simply looked about while waiting to see who else would arrive. When asked for anything to drink she, of course, played it smart this time and asked for something light and in the smallest glass possible Better not to make a bad impression on the first meeting of this [member="Ember Rouge "].​

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When [member="Cryax Bane"] had arrived she greeted him a lot more familiar than the others, walking over with open arms and a quick and friendly kiss on both cheeks. It was the sort of greeting she’d give to any close friends of her, which she considered the chiss after all.​

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“Lovely to see you again, Cryax.” She said, using a more familiar tone with him. “You’re looking handsome as ever. Is Jalek stopping by at all? The two of you are always so cute together.”​

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During that time she’d looked to those like [member="Sayl Bane"] and [member="Nickolas Imura"] and nodded or waved, glad to see more interesting people at the gathering. She did also notice [member="Mistress Malkite"] , another familiar face. Her greeting to her was a small wave and a little meek smile. It was both inviting and yet reluctant at the same time; given how “exotic” the mistress had proven herself during their last little meeting. She wondered if she or any of the others like [member="Alicia Drey"] would make a greeting towards her but decided to keep it simple for now.​

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Even as Ms. Rouge had asked if anyone needed answers to her group she remained quiet. She’d been familiar with the idea of crime organizations but wasn’t sure how they varied. But not wanting to look the fool she’d instead listen and learn.​

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Ember Rouge "]| [member="Nimue Stormson"] | [member="Sayl Bane"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="The Upright Man"] | [member="Dōkeshi"] | [member="Roadblock"] | [member="Mistress Malkite"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Nickolas Imura"] |

Alicia nodded. "Before the Sith's return to Coruscant, there was a turf war in the Undercity that I heard about. The Black Alchemists and some others that I don't remember the name of. I haven't been in with the Alchemists in a while, but I understand your point." Her mind wandered to the night she met [member="Christian Slade"]. She wondered how he was doing.

"My name is Alicia. Alicia Drey." Her eyes turned to Sayl. Asking her kindly, "And who might you be?" Alicia also gave Nimue a polite nod. She was unaware of who Nimue was, but that could all be discovered in time. Whilst keeping her posture in a position to listen to Sayl, so as to listen to the reply to her question, Alicia listened to Ember. When the Hades owner finished speaking, she spoke up. "I think I speak for everyone here when I say we're all interested in learning more about your organisation. I know I certainly am."