Look at what we caught! [open to ravens/ask]

[Miss Blonde]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=n6RTF4OPzf8

A bottle of champaign popped and bubbly golden wine spewed from bottle as a techno song blasted through the hull of a massive three thousand meter ship. The star defender prototype from the Mon Calamari shipyards was now in the property of the Red Ravens and in Raven tradition it was only right to have a big ass party on it. This was of course after the former crew was properly disposed of, dropped off at some god forsaken planet where they could call their savior to come and rescue them. But enough of former crews, right now was about living it up.

In the cargo hold of the ship the hand holding the popped bottle of champaign was the Chief of Staff Patricia Susan Garter, she stood atop a large stage in the massive cargo hold that was clear of supplies and replaced with plenty of liquor and celebration worthy equipment that was rented from the smugglers moon they now found themselves orbiting around.

"For our dead, they fought bravely today and they will be remembered!" Patricia dunked out some of the champaign pouring a stream of the golden wine on the metallic ground honoring the dead of the heist from both sides.

"Now let's have fun everyone! Celebrate this victory and get some!" Patricia jumped down from the stage and let the DJs on stage play their music.

They had won a great battle this day and they weren't about to spend their night moping about over the men they lost. They would celebrate like true criminals and ravens. They would pour one for the fallen then live for them, they would carry on and make credits and continue being the galaxies reigning criminal organization.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Xander-Clyde Gage"] [member="Lurcano Car'dann"] [member="Daiya"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Samuel Graves"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Xander-Clyde Gage]

Xander-Clyde walked alone through the wide corridor on the Mon Cal ship leading to the cargo hold where as by the noise coming through it, one could guess that the Ravens chief of state - Patricia Susan Garter - had arranged a party for the sucessful mission and of course to honor those who fell today during the operation. His clothes were similiar to those he wore at the battle but different colors and without his coat, keeping as always his unique 'cowboy-like' appearance while also having still some bandages around his shooting arm. He had taken more rest from the earlier battle and was coming in a bit late to the party.

He stepped into the cargo hold which was modified into something suitable for a big party just as Patricia was raising a toast.

"For our dead, they fought bravely today and they will be remembered! Now let's have fun everyone! Celebrate this victory and get some!"

Clyde nodded to a few ravens he had met before and let a slight smile be drawn on his face at the sight charismatic blonde with champagne bottle in her hand. He approached the bar that was set up and got himself a glass of good ol' whiskey, Clyde raised it as a sign of a toast and drank a big gulp in the name of the fallen, the sucess of the operation that was already going vital all over the galactic media, and also to subdue the pain he still felt in his shoulder.

The former lieutenant of the Republic remained leaning on the bar while the music started and the ravens began enjoying the party, drinking from his glass calmly with a smile on his face.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Lurcano Car'dann"] [member="Daiya"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Samuel Graves"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Tyro'din"]



EDIT: I just realized I had my own self mentioned...

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Xander-Clyde Gage"]

The tiny blonde who was now on the ground took a long swig of her champaign bottle draining a good amount of the expensive beverage. The electronic music in the background played and everything had a feel good vibe to it. But when Patricia pulled from the bottle it wasn't a motion of happiness or celebration, it was the motion of someone who wanted to forget what she just did. She didn't give a crap about the ravens who had died on the operation, no she was hurting for another reason. She killed innocent people who were just doing their jobs, those Mon Calamarians who died in the raid by her hands were frozen in her mind. She tried though right? She tried to save them but they were trying to kill her. Patricia moved over through the crowd of dancing Ravens towards a bar area where Xander was.

The little blonde kept the bottle tight in her hand and drained more of the sparkling liquid. Going through about half the bottle the experienced drinker looked down and the sounds of music and laughter died down into a dull blur that she couldn't care less about. Did she become what she was fighting? She was a republic agent and her life was dedicated to stopping murderers, she had killed many times but every time she always considered herself the good guy. And she wouldn't order her men to kill people that she could very well do herself.

She looked over to Xander and gave the man a weak little smile, she had to get her mind off of what they had just done. She was going to talk to them.

"Hey. You were on my team, I saw you take out that tower. Where'd you learn to fight like that?" She asked the cowboy looking man. If she wasn't engaged she'd probably be all over him though

 

[Xander-Clyde Gage]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Xander enjoyed his drink quite a lot, it was necessary after the whole chaos that happened not so long ago, and thus for surviving what others were not able to he took another big gulp emptying his glass. With slight frown on his face due to the strength of the whisky he got another whisky glass right up and turned back towards the partying ravens. What their chief of staff had said earlier - to not mourn but to live for those who fell - was something really essential if one did not want to lose their sanity, something Xander lived by since his experiences as a republic soldier.

The gunslinger took another sip from his whiskey numbing the slightly pulsating pain on his shoulder and shooking his head when thoughts about his family started coming in waves as he stood alone leaning on the bar. While taking another sip he noticed a familiar red dress moving through the crowd, Clyde immediately recognized her with that champagne still in her hand. He noticed she was either coming to the bar to get a drink or more likely going towards him and the closer she got the more sorrowful did she look. Her eyes met his as she smiled weakly.

"Hey. You were on my team, I saw you take out that tower. Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

Clyde stood silent thinking of how to respond to the question for a moment. He slightly smiled looking at his drink and then turned his eyes back on the blonde. There was no point of lying, a syndicate as the Red Ravens would have all his information up on a screen before he would be able to blink once. Besides, it was his place, he was a Red Raven too now.

"Ex-republic army officer, m'am. " Clyde spoke and took a gulp from his glass of whiskey. "I would like to ask you the same question."

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din stood in the corner of the cargo bay, looking out over the crowds celebrating their victorious attempt in obtaining the ship they were currently in. The Bothan was leaning heavily on his cane, his right leg unable to support his weight without assistance from the wound he had received in the fight that he refused to have healed so that it could serve as a reminder. Sighing, he stood there, still wearing his outfit from the assault, sipping his whiskey.

When the cry to remember the dead was announced he held his glass high in a toast before downing its contents. He intimately hobbled into the crowd in search of a new drink to mull over. As he approached the bar he spotted the gunslinger he had fought alongside and the group's leader starting a conversation. Nodding at both he stopped near them to grab a full bottle of whiskey from over the bar before dropping into a nearby seat, cane resting on his lap.

[member="Xander-Clyde Gage"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

Lurcano was in the back of the ship, practically hugging a container liquor. He had been drinking for a while now, enough to bypass his races naturally increased metabolism. He was definitely what might be classified as roaring drunk now. ' Good riddance. Where the kark is that sexy Happense woman or that Twi'lek broad when you need 'em, eh?' Lurcano just shook his head before downing another drink. He knew he should have been happy and partying with everyone else right now, but the whole affair with the Mon Calamari had left a bad taste in his mouth. 'Stupid karking broad, who the kark does she think she is? I'll kill her and rape her putrid karking corpse, and then I'll kill her fiancee if he tries to step the kark up as well.' Lurcano just shook his head. He was all bluster and bluff. He'd talk all the chit in the world, but when it came down to it he knew he'd keep his mouth shut. Despite that, he wouldn't forget this. 'I'll be sure to pay that broad back in full. She thinks that was extreme? Oh just wait. You've got no idea how spiteful I can be.' Lurcano continued to drink, brooding by himself; rather lonely and hoping someone would finally talk to him.
Khaleel Malvern Xander-Clyde Gage Daiya Tmoxin Temi Samuel Graves Cryax Bane [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Xander-Clyde Gage"] [member="Tyro'din"] [member="Lurcano Car'dann"]

Patricia sagged down in a nearby chair and drank another healthy portion of champagne, she felt like crap. But her head picked up when Xander had said he was ex republic army. She was ex republic special intelligence, basically James Bond with a vagina. But it was nice to have somebody who possibly felt like she was or maybe who was doing the criminal thing longer, she'd really didn't like killing innocent guards. So she smiled against him softly, now a bit more genuine than forced.

"Ex Republic special intelligence field agent. Doing a bunch spy stuff, you know parties and car chases with guns, that sort of stuff." She said with her voice sounding a bit happier since her mind was off the topic of murdering decent fish folk.

"After I had my two kids I couldn't stay there and I had to seek other avenues of income for them, so here I am leading the galaxies leading criminal enterprise." She said almost sounding disgusted about it as she took another hearty swig of alcohol.

"What about you? You loose your squad?" She asked him with a bit of concern, with both wars with the sith it wasn't an uncommon thing. She had lost good men on both battles of Manaan and even more on various operations. The little blonde was hoping she could get over it, but she still had nightmares about them.

She looked over to the Bothan nearby and smiled at the other man who was in her squad, she tilted her head at him to acknowledge his presence and invite him over to hangout if he wanted. As for the brooding Lucarno, the kid needed time to calm down. He had been upset that she didn't let him space innocent workers, and she had made the right call to just drop them off. If he couldn't respect her command she would have no problem putting him in prison or putting some lead in him.

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Xander-Clyde Gage"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Lurcano Car'dann"]

Tyro'din sat considering for a few moments before deciding to accept the woman's offer to join the conversation, glaring at the man mumbling and glaring in the corner. Tyro'din was an admirer of beauty in all things: landscapes, art and even living beings, commonly females. For him to hear someone threatening to rape a woman, especially one he did have to admire for her restraint in killing, it made him want to show that man his full range of skills and use him as a practice dummy for his Force Illusions.

Growling, he pushed himself to him feet, walking over to the woman, Patrica was the name he thought she had introduced herself with during the mission, and Xander, his cane making a dull thud with every two steps he took and bottle of whiskey in his paw. He joined them just after Pratica asked Xander about his squad, and sat on one of the stools nearby.

He was just settling his leg when someone bumped into him, usually that would not invoke a response from the Bothan, but that someone had also managed to bump his leg and send a sharp flare of pain up his leg, causing his usual, non-violent, response to be discarded. Spinning around he twisted his right hand before pulling, separating the handle if his cane from the body. The body of the cane was hollow for the first 20cm to make room for the 20cm long, wooden, blade that emerged from the handle. That blade was currently resting against a human males throat. Leaning in close to the man, letting him stare at the Bothan's empty left eye socket, Tyro'din spoke slowly, his gruff voice having a slight growl accompanying it, "Do not. Touch. Me. Again. Capiche?"

When the man was nodding his head like a bobble-head Tyro'din sharply gestured for the man to leave, before turning back to the two he was sitting with. "Sorry about that," he chuckled awkwardly, "I tend to loose control when under extreme stress or pain." He chuckled again. "Sorry."

 

[Xander-Clyde Gage]

[member="Lurcano Car'dann"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Tyro'din"]​

"Ex Republic special intelligence field agent. Doing a bunch spy stuff, you know parties and car chases with guns, that sort of stuff."

Xander-Clyde was indeed surprised by the answer given. He yet took another gulp of the whiskey as Patricia continued explaining on why she had left the republic which was similiar to his reason - family, sort of. Clyde smiled to that coincidence and to the fact she, as him, ended up doing criminal activities while beforehand being the 'good guys of the Republic'.

"What about you? You loose your squad?"

That was something he didn't want to speak about as he remembered a lot of things and people whom he desired to avenge. Clyde downed his drink and got himself another before he turned to the chief of staff and answered her:

"Yeah. Lost pretty good men to stupid reasons." He simply stated and took a gulp of his new glass of whiskey then decided to switch the topic a bit and smiled. " Field agent, huh ? Can't even count the times we got dropped to save your assess." Clyde chuckled then with a slightly sad smile he continued. " We both fought the same cause I guess, m'am, but I guess family's the biggest cause in one's life."

Clyde took another big gulp of his whiskey and noticed the bothan, wounded, he spoke with during the firefight down on Mon Calamari and that seem quite a contrast to the usual sneaky bothans as he raised hell down in the docks.
The gunslinger slightly smiled and nodded at the bothan who was just apologizing for something that Clyde did notice as he was concentrated on talking. Both the bothan and Clyde looked funny, coming to the party to get some free liquor to numb their pain from their wounds.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Xander-Clyde Gage"] [member="Tyro'din"] [member="Lurcano Car'dann"]

Patricia let out a small wave of giggles at Xander's comment about having to save her butt on multiple occasions, she was far from the damsel in distress. But she did remember a few times when the army had saved her on Manaan when she was suffering from internal bleeding and other various blaster wounds. But she could still hold her own in a fight and even outshine most operators in the galaxy.

"Save me huh? Well I think we should start keeping count Xander, it's okay if I call you Xander isn't it?" She was just making sure, some people in the ravens were overly professional and only preferred being addressed as their business tittle even at social gathering.

Patricia took another long swig of her drink and smiled brightly, it was nice to have something Then the Bothan showed up and started to threaten to kill one of their fellow ravens. Patricia chuckled at that then gave the fuzzy man a pat on the shoulder.

"Eh don't feel bad about killing any of them, I never do." She said half joking then taking another drink.

"It's nice to see a Bothan here, normally I see most of them hanging out with the ASA on Bothuwai." She said to the man

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Xander-Clyde Gage"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Tyro'din smirked in a wry humour at what Patrica said. "Yes, I suppose they would be, but I never really fit in with the usual crowd anyway. My Clan went against The Code of Bothans slightly and that made us unpopular. So I left." He took a swig of his drink before shaking his head, "My appolise, it seems I forgot my manners. I'm Tyro'din, formerly Shelk of the Head Family Tef of the Clan Din. Nice to meet you." He bowed his head slightly.

"So," he smirked slightly, "Since these ears are good for listening in on things, I gather your an ex Republic agent," he nodded at Patrica, "And your an ex Republic Soldier," he nodded at Xander. "it might not be a lot about you both but its more than what you know about me, so in the manner of fair play I will offer to answer three questions you both ask." While the whole time he was speaking in a jovial and open manner, behind the countless masks he wore, Tyro'din's mind was running, showing the cunning Bothan's were renown for. He was planning on compiling any information he could on the two he was talking to, due to him preparing to create a mental dossier of the both from any information he gained.