Joining the Flock [Dragon Palace Casino - Pm to Join]

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

This is a thread for those looking to be recruited to the Red Ravens, please send me a PM before you jump in, as it ought to be a personal experience, not Chiasa yelling out instructions to a crowd

The Red Ravens had scoped out a potentially useful asset. The fact that the asset in question happened to be an attractive Zeltron male surely had nothing to do with why either Chiasa or [member="Cryax Bane"] had taken an interest in him. To whit, one [member="Pyxis Salm"]. With the disappearance of half the galaxy, the Ravens were in sudden and desperate need of bodies to fill suddenly empty posts. As a politician, Salm could be extremely useful, assuming the Minister of Diplomacy found him acceptable and his took them up on their offer.

The odds for this seemed pretty good, as reports had shown that Salm was very fond of partying and the finer things in life, both of which the Ravens had in spades.

So a message had been sent out to Salm, inviting him to the Dragon Palace Casino on Antecedent for a weekend of debauchery on the house.. and a meeting with the Red Ravens own Minister of Diplomacy. Having heard of the politicians.. tendencies, the Twi'lek was dressed to impress, and it still counted as conservative for a Twi'lek! Currently she was sitting in a private booth, absently looking over reports on a holopad. It was wise to keep informed and abreast of the goings-on not only within the Ravens, but within the Galaxy.

While the noise and life from the Casino currently filled the air, the booth was equipped for a privacy field which could be activated once the two actually got down to business. It was amazing how quickly business had sprung back for the Casino after those first few days of near emptiness. It seemed people wanted to forget their trouble now more than ever.

 

[Pyxis Salm]

Pyxis surveyed the casino with an expert eye as he stood near the door. Between Zeltron's insane party scene and his tours, he had seen quite a few multibillion credit casinos, but this one took the cake. As did most of Antecedent, really. Not anything close to Zeltron of course, but better than anywhere else he'd been in the galaxy. It would have been easy for him to spend days drifting between clubs. For once, he was actually focused. He had been given the opportunity to work for the Red Ravens and took it almost immediately. He would have to pass some sort of inspection, but that hardly even registered, especially once he found out the Minister of Diplomacy was a Twi'lek female. He'd written a couple songs about Twi'leks, mostly inspired by some especially rowdy nights in a hotel room. He smiled at the memory. Even for a guy growing up with Zeltron women, a Twi'lek was still a treat.

He snapped back to attention when he saw the Twi'lek he was looking for sitting in a booth across the casino. Oh great, I have to walk all the way over there without getting distracted, he thought. He grimaced as he kept his eyes in front of him, trying to shut out the noise of the casino and the less-than-modest dress of the waitresses. It felt like an eternity before he finally reached the booth. The Twi'lek was dressed more revealingly than your average politician, not that Pyxis minded. In fact, it was conservative for a Twi'lek, and there was no telling how many Twi'leks he had seen without their clothes on. Still, the leather accentuated her curves in a pleasing manner, and revealed enough while leaving some room for imagination. Almost subconsciously, he released some pheromones into the air, hoping this encounter would wind up like so many others. He slid smoothly into the booth, He wore a traditional high collar coat with a tight-fitting shirt. He had to keep things modest, of course.

"So, I take it you're the Minister of Diplomacy? I'm Pyxis Salm," he said as he extended his arm in greeting.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"You would be correct."

The Twi'lek answered, rising to shake his hand and offer him an easy smile. She could feel the faint flush rising in her cheeks and made a note of it. It wasn't as if he was the first Zeltron she'd run into. In fact spending a significant amount of time with Dak meant the Twi'lek was very nearly immune to the effects. Of course, Dak was a woman, whereas [member="Pyxis Salm"] was a very attractive man.

"Chiasa Kritivaas. Minister of Diplomacy, Vice President, and any other title that needs filling as a general rule."

The Vice President bit was new, only a few days old, so it was not well known yet. Chiasa hadn't felt the need to make a fuss, there'd been too much change in the Red Ravens leadership recently, to call attention to more might make members feel unstable. She'd been doing much of the work anyway, better to just carry on and let them come to the conclusion themselves. Even if it would have made a great excuse for another party. She sat again, gesturing for the man to do the same before continuing.

"You've made quite a name for yourself, and quickly. I understand you don't have a significant constituency at the moment however.. We could help you change that. Senator Salm has a rather nice ring to it don't you think? Of course for us to help you, we have to be sure that you could help us.."

From what she'd heard, he wasn't one to shy away from the Red Ravens.. more questionable aspects, but one had to be clear about these things, particularly before handing over a Senator-ship.

 

[Pyxis Salm]

"Vice President ?". That was something he was unaware of. Of course, that just made this even more important. She didn't seem to be reacting too strongly to the pheromones. Maybe some more would help? Or even some good old Zeltron Spiced Wine, one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs in the galaxy. He always carried a flask of it on him just in case. However, that was more like a drugging than seducing, so it kind of took the fun out of it.

"Senator Salm does have a nice ring to it. Almost as good as the name of my old group. I'd more than happy to help you guys," he reponsed. After all, he was here for a reason. Besides partying and getting some action, of course. He was a man of his priorities. He understood the need for him to be willing to engage in some of the shadier aspects of the Red Ravens. He was going to be representing a criminal organization, of course. That had some responsibilities.

He drank again from his cup, waiting for a response. He had high hopes for this position, and he expected things to go well. After all, there were few women who could resist his charm.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa sat, looking at him, her expression perfectly blank. After the wait stretched out an uncomfortable length of time and he added nothing else she drummed her fingers once upon the table.

"I see."

"Well."

"That's good."

Really? This was the wunderkind? The new hot politician on the block? He had nothing else to add? No display of the intel he'd gathered, proof he'd done his homework? No telling how he could be useful?

"Of course a Senator ship is rather a lot of responsibility, it is an entire planet that would be under your governance. It would involve significantly more work than being the frontman in a band."

What, had he come here expecting her to ask him to sign her panties and then conveniently fall out of them for him? Did.. did he not understand how an interview worked.

[member="Pyxis Salm"]

 

[Pyxis Salm]

" I've done a lot of ground work before in politics. Although I never controlled the planet, I was the face of the planet for a good number of years, and then I switched into some real politics for my home planet." Pyxis glanced around a little uneasily. Plan A hadn't worked. Guess maybe it was time to do a little old fashioned chitchat. He had come prepared in the event that his usual charm couldn't immediately get him the job, but he didn't really expect it to be needed. Probably best to keep talking.

"I know that you know my qualifications on the surface, but let me elaborate a little for you. By serving as a diplomat and ambassador for Zeltron, I was able to spend a lot of time learning the tricks of the trade. I also forged a lot of relationships with politicians, both sexual and formal, that will greatly benefit any planet I work for. As for speeches, well I was and still am a singer, so I will have no problem crafting speeches and delivering them with gravitas" . He paused to take a sip of his wine, looking her straight in the eyes before saying " Would you like me to continue?"


[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Quite frankly, this man was rubbing Chiasa all wrong, and she was a girl who usually liked to be rubbed. He came off as a little too smug, a little too self satisfied, a little too complacent. A manipulator who didn't realize just how obvious his manipulations were. But then, it was quite likely his pheromones were usually enough to get him out of trouble. Very few people had had to deal with someone like Chiasa. Still, personal opinions were just that. On the surface she listened to him politely, nodding or smiling at the right moments.

He could be of use though, there was some promise in his words. He'd been and was a singer. Well, that hardly qualified one for anything other than singing, and artists were notoriously temperamental and a pain to work with, but novelty had it's place in politics. The average Joes, the voter, would eat that kind of ridiculous showmanship up and beg for more. They got used to and tired of fat males in suits giving boring speeches. This beast on stage crooning to them would definitely catch their attention and distract them from the real issues.

Ditto for his sexual prowess. Most men were happy to jump into bed with anything and would brag about it, from experience very few to none of them lived up to the hype. But, particularly when it was a Zeltron speaking, sex could be a major motivating factor, and the willingness to use any tools at your disposal in order to accomplish your goals, that was very Red Ravens. Affection, jealousy, blackmail, all these things could be useful, and they could all be gained through sex.

"Unnecessary, I think I have an understanding of your capabilities. You are aware of the nature of our organization, yes?"

[member="Pyxis Salm"]

 

[Pyxis Salm]

"Am I aware of it? Yes. Does it bother me? No," he said casually. Criminal organizations were forbidden on Zeltron, but its not like they hated them. They just got in the way of partying occasionally, and no one wanted to get in the way of partying on Zeltron. If anything bothered him about the organization, he was sure he would be desensitized to it over the course of a couple months.

"So what more specifically will I be doing for the Red Ravens? I mean, will there be anything out of the ordinary, seeing as this is not really an official government?" He knew he was going to a senator, but for which planet? Plus, representing a criminal organization would be much different than being a party ambassador for Zeltron. He felt that he was up to the challenge though. Especially with his connections and "skillset". If he couldn't seduce them, he could probably smooth talk his way out.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Basic diplomacy, not only of your assigned planet but any general negotiating I feel you're competent enough to handle, the Galaxy is a big place, I can't be everywhere at once."

Though gods knew it felt like she was most of the time.

"If you don't have basic blaster training I suggest you get it, there's no such thing as a non-combatant within the Ravens. We don't expect you to be a soldier, we do expect you to be able to hold your own and not get killed. As you might expect, quite a few groups and individual take exception to us and our methods. Plus with the recent population loss we're all having to wear more hats than usual."

Gods knew that was true. How many back end planets had she been on fighting for Raven supremacy recently? Once upon a time she'd been able to afford just going to the parties and events, the meetings. These days all the Ravens were red because regardless of their speciality, they'd been thrown into the wetwork.

"And some of the more enjoyable aspects of course. Host events. Be seen."

[member="Pyxis Salm"]

 

[Pyxis Salm]

"I know how to fire a blaster," Pyxis said indignantly. "Just because I was a politician and a singer doesn't mean I don't know how to fire a blaster. You did mention partying, though. You have piqued my interest."

It was true. Pyxis did love partying, Any time, any day, any where. He was a Zeltron after all. Partying was practically his job already. And meetings? He could handle that. Being formal for a small amount of time wouldn't kill him, so long as he had sex afterwards. Preferably with one of the other politicians.

"I think I'll be okay for most of that. Just because I'm a partying soul singer doesn't mean that I'm a flake. Plus, hanging out with me can have its..benefits" He winked at her slyly as he let a few more pheromones slip. After all, he was a man of his priorities. And his priorities were: job first, sex later regardless of who it was with. It had been almost a week without it, and that was like a century for a Zeltron.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Oh for the love of.. Was he trying to seduce her again? She'd tried, she really had. He'd been suggested to her but she just couldn't see putting this man in charge of anything let alone a planet. Nope.

Abruptly she stood.

"I'm afraid I don't think you're the correct fit for the position Mr Salm, though I'm sure you fit into all sorts of interesting positions on a regular basis. If we need a singer for the Casino I'll have someone call you. Perhaps in a few years we'll be ready to promote your political career."

With that she turned and left, heading for her personal suites, the security eyeing the Zeltron making it very, very clear that following her would not be wise.

[member="Pyxis Salm"]