Public Meanwhile at the Legion of Pirates! (Pirate hangout in Mustafar)

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

"Aaron When I said I wanted some place warm I didint mean a volcano planet"

The crew: Thia Sas Ben Acrax Cedric Grayson Mordok The Fallen Aaron Beskheart Alyson Halle
R1-3G 5-WCH (Switchblade)
Njal The Black

Other Ladz: Cord Starfall Visanj T'shkali

This molten rock was at this time for better or worse their base of operations. They were building some fancy place for the rich using the yatch as marketing but in the downtime they began plotting for the next jump and seeing what could be done in a hellscape like this. It wasnt run down and a lot was abandoned but the world itself was safe outside of the nature of its environment.

They had a nice lava bar they had set up, few places like this in the galaxy. It was private, exclusive, inside the waterfall of a volcano but with heat resistant glass to give them a beautiful look outside. The Boyz had rented the place and set it up for their stay, the boy was busy with the droid fixing things up.

They were expecting someone today, apparently they had gained some notoriety and other pirates wanted them either to join or some sort of alliance. A Pirate Queen was here or would be coming here if the communications were correct, this could be huge.

The flamboyant pirate dressed his best but as usual jingled with every step with the sheer amount of jewels and gold that adonred him like a small treasure in itself. He wore a suit provided armor should things go awry but kept him looking sharp and some cufflinks that kept him in coms.

As usual his arsenal was around this very bar and the patrons were his own men down to the bartender. Call it a change in management.

"Everyone look sharp, we got some coworkers coming in." ​

 

[Mordok The Fallen]

Mordok is in the west side hanger. Supervising the Spice being brought in for the politicians that will be staying in the hotel. "Hurry up boys! Gotta get these recreational items for the extra curricular parties that will be going on. Move some over to the Waterfall bar!" Says Mordok to Turbo with a sense of urgency as the new shipment gets unloaded.

Mordok then decides to look for Cedric Grayson to see how he is doing.

 

[Visanj T'shkali]

Tags: Thia Sas Ben Acrax Cedric Grayson Mordok The Fallen Aaron Beskheart Alyson Halle R1-3G 5-WCH (Switchblade) Njal The Black Alejandro Vizcaya

What to wear? Vis thought, pilfering through her wardrobe. How does one dress to meet for pirates in the shadow of a volcano? I suppose the pantsuit is not an option.

She was going with Cord Starfall l to Mustafar, to parley with some corsairs. Oddly, this was not unusual for her, it wasn’t even infrequent anymore. Pirates and piracy had been part of Dagatan tradition since before the Free State was founded, and as the good shepherd said, Same stuff, different century.

This group was interesting, however. Nothing about them suggested the dyed-in-the-wool, cut-throat no-goodnik type antics of most of the galaxy’s current crop of buccaneers. Instead, there was a jovial spirit here, and integrity, and moreover, they had some standards. More than she could say about those who, until recently, had presumed themselves the rulers of her nation. Vis stared at the charred remains of those usurpers from her window at Jade Pointe, still on display as she’d decreed. It would be nice to work with proper villains again.

Vis selected something sleek, sexy, and broodingly black, just like her heart – if she still had one. As she slithered into the black leather showpiece, she began to formulate how to make the right entrance.

Perfect, she thought, after all, when one goes dancing with devils, it’s rude not to at least buy them a drink first.

They would take Cord’s ship, and after say the presents for her new friends loaded, she settled in with nice glass of scotch and prepared to enjoy the ride.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Mustafar and Hoth were quite literally worlds apart.

The crew had almost come apart right at its founding back on the snowy world, and it had only been desperation and the words a tired child that kept it from fracturing at the seams. The entire debacle had exhausted Wilhelm, and he'd been keen to keep to himself on the flight between worlds. The long the journey that awaited them had just begun, and the Tingel Arm was still a galaxy away.

It was just their luck that the ship needed repairs. They'd only been on Mustafar briefly, and Wilhelm had kept mostly out of the affairs of the pirates, preferring private talks with Ben Acrax, R1-3G , and Alyson Halle over participation. His anxiety aside, Wilhelm still carried a fondness for the motley gang that had saved his life, and he was more than eager to get off the ship and breathe in some oxygen that hadn't been recycled a few hundred times.

Mordok The Fallen would find the youth sitting alone in a dark corner of the hanger, the boy's eyes squeezed shut as he tried to lift one of the smaller shipping crates they'd already offloaded.

The empyrean eluded him now as it always did when he actually wanted it to do something. Try as he might, Wilhelm could only make the box wiggle an inch or so after each attempt, and he was quickly growing tired of the affair.

His eyes fluttered open as he heard the telltale bootfalls of Mordok approaching. "Oh, Mordok," Wil offered a small smile, "I thought you were gonna be in that meeting with Alejandro. Alyson didn't want me to go. She said it was bad business."

Alejandro Vizcaya , Visanj T'shkali , Cord Starfall

 

[Aaron Beskheart]

Aaron was researching an old abandoned Mustafarian pod racing track that was ran several hundred years ago. Water, lava and rocks surrounded it with broken antennas for ramps among other features that made it quite dangerous. The pirate began to make his way through to the track and when he found it, there was many things needed to be fixed and Aaron had many ideas yet he was careful choosing such because he wanted a pod race... not a death race.

Gathering different contractors and companies that deal with installations and others in land shaping among other trades. There were about to make what will be the greatest source of entertainment in this side of the galaxy. As he arrived to the old abandoned race track the crew of contractors followed and landed upon it in awe of the potential. Dangerous flowing lava and many cliffs, bumps and obstacles that smell like pure money and honest entertainment.

"Okay boys, lets start working with what we've got and make this place look spiffy!"

 

[Crane Baxa]

An actual Pod Racing track...it had been a very long time since he had ever messed with them. Walking around the lava structures as people huddled around him, he was near his own podracer to modify for heat runs. He was going to be the test subject for this ridiculous race structure, hopefully not the victim of its first attempt. Pulling a small coolant hose, he attached it to the other side as he looked over at Aaron Beskheart and looking over the man.

"This is just ridiculous. I ran a few race tracks like this but you are looking out over a hundred thousand to just structure back the cliffside over there. If you allow more than eight right now, you will collapse part of the structure below and possibly put half the stand under lava due to the pressure of the repulsorlifts."

There was a whine nearby as he started to climb into the cockpit of his Pod Racer, flicking a few switches as he does a few tests and looked over the track nearby, getting things marked out.

"What do you want first? A qualifier or a test run?"

Alejandro Vizcaya Cedric Grayson Visanj T'shkali Mordok The Fallen @

 

[Mordok The Fallen]

After noticing Cedric Grayson attempt to use the force to move the crate. Mordok noticed his ever growing frustration as he failed time and time again. He smiled back at the lad fondly. " Blah! Bad business she said to you? No lad. Nothing bad. Just business as usual. We don't always go about fighting folk. There are many ways to make a living. If you want you can stand in the back room listening in. Perhaps you will learn a bit about business. That may come in handy one day." He said with a calm and Sarine voice. Mordok felt this was a chance to teach him about the force. He could not move the crate and he though it was a waste of future talent. On behalf of his supposed guardian Alyson Halle . Who clearly was not instructing the boy. Yet!

"Look I know it may not be my place but let me show you something. I noticed you still don't know how to bend the force to your will." He said as he kneels down to be at eye level with the boy. "The force that you can feel moves all around and through us. To include that crate. You have to feel the force as an extension of your self. Your your feelings. Remember the desperation and fear you felt after you killed all those natives? Feel that again. Focus on it. Bring in that pain in to your hart. Harness it as you feel your emotions extend to the crate. Than embrace the anger from within as you dominated that fair and turn it in to fuel. Motivation to never feel defenseless again and as your anger and focus grows. So will your power as you take hold of that crate and move it as is your will." He explains to the boy. In an effort to show him how to use the force. The boy was strong in the force. But raw and without control.

Mordok stands up right pointing at the crate. " Think of your self as an ancient sailor. On a water vassal. In a storm without control. Do not be the sailor. Become the storm that is controlling the vassal." He said as he looks down at Cedric Grayson with a barely visible smile.

Darth Solipsis Alyson Halle

 

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

Meanwhile, In Mustafar!

The place was fine, His Boyz were already all over the planet om various different projects. To their north was The Duke, a brand new Hotel under construction that Alejandro and Skritch Scion funded. Mordok The Fallen was currently working on spice production and manufacturing, moving the stuff into the Hotel for smuggling with the Oasis. The pirates were a moving an operation, a force of nature for lack of a better word.

Aaron Beskheart was out on the most ambitious venture of all, building and designing his own custom pod racing track that surely would be instrumental in their control over the planet. Pod racing tracks were seeds of gambling and corruption were credits moved and traded hands in the millions at a time.

Alejandro sent Aaron a communication through telepathy as the three brothers were united through a special Vinculum Ring. If there are any supplies or manpower you need diverted to the track inform me.

These rings were made with sith alchemy at work and having them on their person was disturbing. Alejandro was a force sensitive powerhouse yet he was not a dark side user. The ring alone and the taint it provided threatened to change that entierly. Every night when he removed it, it begged to be back on his finger, as if it spoke on its own.

One of his men tapped his shoulder and delivered the message that a ship had reached orbit. This ship had the proper IDF tags that matched with Dagatan Free State. Alejandro had heard much of this entity and it sounded a bit too good to be true, a home for pirates and a history of bootleggers and smugglers. They just had to meet, see what all the fuss was about and perhaps even throw their hat in for the ride.

"Everything is prepared for the Duke's Master. Hopefully we can make its grand opening with our new guests. Now wouldn't that be a sight!"

Visanj T'shkali Cord Starfall​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil had more or less just hitched a ride with the pirates after everything that happened. Really, he didn't want to leave Cedric Grayson alone with the pirates, but Alyson Halle was there to guide him down a path away from the dark. It's why he wandered off to check on his own ship, just assuming that the Jedi guardian wouldn't leave the boy alone. Lo and behold though as he made his way back to the hanger with a couple of drinks to share not only was the boy without his guardian, but one of the pirates was trying to teach him how to be a Sith.

The younger Jedi cleared his throat, frowning at the man. "You gonna hand him a dagger and have him plunge it in the heart of someone so he can feel the life draining from them next? He's just a boy, he doesn't need to learn how to kill or be a Sith."

 

[Aaron Beskheart]

Aarons' orders were precise he had a general idea what he wanted and how. His friend Ben Acrax decided to help him out with the project by being the test driver and scout of the territory. The pirate wanted nothing more than pure entertainment with a pinch of danger and lots of booze, just the thought of the excitement pumped blood through his veins and his eyes grew yellow with greed. After handing orders to crew A, there are 4 crews set to divide into different sections of the racetrack to start re-shaping, re-furbishing or preparing new installations.

"Ben Acrax I need you to get out there on your pod racer, I will place a tracking device to make sure your safe. Keep communications steady and let me know of good places to run the track to and danger points along the area so that I can keep track and use them for the track itself. I will make marks with color codes of where you are at the moment you relay the information so that the crew and I can better identify them"

There were many areas that cannot be easily noticed without someone going out there and seeing it from up close. Aaron was thankful for the help by his friend and took a sip of his booze while relaying orders.

"Crew C, move forward and place lights and lap marks so that racers can identify where they must go and don't get lost. Remember to be careful for there are beasts, savages and natives that will attack you upon sight. You too Ben Acrax keep your eyes open. Crew A you keep cooling lava to form ramps to jump from as dangerous shortcuts throughout the race, Crew B and D your on stand by till we receive information from our furry friend."


Ben Acrax Alejandro Vizcaya Mordok The Fallen Visanj T'shkali Cord Starfall R1-3G Cedric Grayson Kahlil Noble

 

[Skritch Scion]

A gold plated shuttle appeared on the horizon. It had Scion Technologies Incorporated engraved on both sides in blue. The shuttle was followed by two nondescript freighter full of construction droids. There was a little over two hundred droids aboard both freighters that had been freshly manufactured.

Skritch wore his best suit, which in reality was exactly the same as all his other suits. Skritch was a man of singular style. He had something special for the occasion. Two brand new prototype chromium plated security droids. From what he could see they'd fit right in with the extravgent nature of the place.

Skritch was excited. Not only was this his first look at the project he had invested in with Alejandro Vizcaya but it was also a business oppurtunity. Supposedly Alejandro had some guests coming in today. Skritch had forgotten the details, but he knew it was somebody important, somebody with money.

Skritch was always happy to meet somebody with money. After all, in his mind it was his job to help them spend it. The gold plated shuttle touched down, and Skritch opened the loading bay door. He walked out as his automated freighters touched down on either side of him. The construction droids immediately began to disembark while he waited to be greeted by his partner in this venture.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Location: West Hangers
Interacting With: Kahlil Noble , Mordok The Fallen

Laevus had spoken similarly of such things, though the old prophet had advised him to act with a clear mind when calling upon the powers of the empyrean. He had said that to surrender entirely toward one's own emotions was to walk a quick and easy path, but one that would often end as soon as it began.

Even still, Wilhelm's frustration was palpable, and Mordok had shown his prowess back on Hoth. A surprising amount of the pirates seemed to have some semblance of skill when it came to matters of the immaterial - was it foolish to ignore their points of view in favor of a more orthodox path? Wil didn't know, but he listened to the advice anyway.

Revisiting what had happened with the tribals was not something Wilhelm was looking forward to, but if it had to be done, then so be it. He gave the older man a slight nod, twisted his eyes shut, and forced himself to recall the memories.

He saw the pink puffs of mist flying upward from each turbolaser impact. He smelled the iron in the air as the Skel had bled by the dozen, felt the pain of the mother cradling her first born's warm corpse. He instinctively recoiled from the thoughts, and yet he persisted. Once more the gates to the Great Ocean parted before him, and he found himself staring down at a sea stained with deep crimson.

He'd not wanted to kill them, but survival had forced his hand. That grim certainty returned to him as he stared into the depths, and he focused it upon the crate: it was the ship, and he was the storm.

The box began to tremble, and rather than gently lift upward as Wilhelm had intended, came apart at the seams. The vein in the boy's temple pulsed as the crate collapsed in upon itself violently, crushed as if by the invisible hand of an unseen god.

Wil exhaled a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding as he opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the splintered remains of the crate, and the disapproving voice of Kahlil Noble . The youth did not react to the man, but rather sought to shut the gates once again, willing away the sense of foreboding that now permeated every inch of his being.

His handiwork was far greater than anything he'd accomplished before, and part of him took great pride in it. Another part was deeply uncomfortable with the experience, and a knot began to form in the pit of his stomach as he slowly rose to his feet.

The boy's gaze darted between the two men. "That was easy, really easy," he mumbled as he scratched at his forearm, "But...it felt weird. I...I don't think I like it very much." The image of the mother and her firstborn played through his mind despite his desires, and sent a shudder down his spine. He looked from Mordok to Kahlil with obvious confusion on his face, which only deepened after Kahlil's reprisal.

 

[Mordok The Fallen]

Location: West Hangers
Interacting With: Kahlil Noble , Cedric Grayson

"GOOD, GOOD! Very good." Yells out Mordok as he makes a small hop and pumps his left fist in the air with grate amazement. The few crew members around the hanger that witnessed the boy learn clapped and shouted." Congrats lad!" He pats the boy in the back twice. " Good job Cedric Grayson very good. You got it. You have gone from being afraid and defenseless to being able to defend your self. To a point! Yes you lack control but this comes with time and practice. Your still young and very raw. Like a gem. When you pluck it from the dirt it is rough but with refinement. It gets sharp. stylish. In control of its self. That's you lad. You will get in time." He said to the boy. Playfully but with a serious tone. Almost like a quick lecture.

"That feeling you have. That was the the so cold dark side of the force. Feel it, revel in it. Then you will become strong. Only if you let it in. Grab hold of it. Use it. Control it and bend the force to your will. Trough fear you get pain, through pain you gains strength and through strength you gain the power to overcome and gain victory. Remember that lad and no one will ever hurt you again." He said to Wil as he looked up at him.

Mordok then turns and looks at Kahlil Noble with grate irritation. " Look pretty hair. I ain't no Sith. I am a free man. Free to make my own path, my own place in the galaxy. Unlike you and your weak Jedi way's. Alyson Halle takes the boy under her tutelage and does what? Nothing. She leave Wil alone without the power to defend him self. Well know he can. He doesn't need to kill anyone, but it doesn't hurt to learn how. Besides no harm here. Once he controls the storm within. He will move any crate he wants without crushing it." He tell the light side user, mockingly as he shrugs his shoulders slightly and extends out his hands for a quick second.

He turns and looks at Cedric Grayson " Nothing wrong with not grasping it all in one go! I too am in learning." He tells the boy as he reaches in to his jacket with his right hand. Extending it out showing the boy the relic that contains his father/masters spirit. Mordok puts it away in the jacket. " See lad! We all have to learn every day."

Mordok looks at Kahlil Noble as he stands with drink in hand, with visible frustration with Mordok. " Besides! I am not a Sith. If I was! You would all be frozen on Hoth. Or worse yet. Food for savages." He says mockingly as he crosses both arms. "And we are generous! Unlike you who clearly brought drinks for everyone here" He says with a sarcastic smile and chuckles a little.

Darth Solipsis

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Location: West Hangers
Interacting With: Mordok The Fallen | Cedric Grayson

Kahlil kept the frown, but he didn't take the bate offered to him by the pirate. The only thing that earned a more annoyed look was the relic when it was shown. "Not a Sith, but holding a Sith Holocron and teaching a child how to be a soldier?" He offered one of the drinks to Wilhelm. Something sweet that kids should like. "Can't say much about Alyson Halle though. She shouldn't of left ya alone Wil, especially with someone like this who recites the Sith code but either lies that he's not, or simply doesn't realize it.

Both are pretty bad."

He let out a sigh, glancing between the boy and the pirate. "I'm not gonna tell you how to live your life, but no one your age should have to face death and have to kill. You're being hunted, so you should know how to defend yourself. I can teach you a better way that won't make you the thing that killed your father. Or he can teach you how to become that thing."

 

[Cord Starfall]

Location: Mustafar Atmosphere, Approaching the Meeting Place

Cord stood on the bridge of a CR90 Corvette, it was not her fathers ship the Black Pearl as of, yet she hadn’t been able to track it down. Still Cord had a thing for the old CR90 so for the time being this would do as she requisitioned a new ship with more Up to date features and luxuries. Onboard was the Baroness herself, who was given the captains quarters for trip. They were on approach to Mustafar and landing procedures where being put in place by the crew. As they did that Cord left the bridge towards the common area of the ship.


The buckle and twitching of the ship could be felt as they first entered the atmosphere of the planet but after that it would be a smooth ride until they landed. Cord made it to the common area and unlock a cabinet inside was bottles of alcohol mostly rums and whiskeys. She grabbed a bottle of vintage Corellian rum that had not been opened. A gift for Alejandro Vizcaya and his crew. Their legacy and notoriety in the Galaxy seemed to be growing by the minute which could be a blessing or a curse that was yet to be seen.


Grabbing the bottle Cord made her was to the Baroness. Cord Knocked twice and then entered the room of the Baroness. “We…..” Cord stared longer then she probably should have. To say the baroness anything short of stunning would be a disservice. It brought memories of Cord’s deceased wife Stacy nothing short of drop dead when dolled up. Cord gained her composure and shook away the memories of the woman she loved. “We are about to land, Baroness. Are you ready?” Cord gave a slight head nod.


Cord herself was dressed in normal hooded weight long green coat. Underneath she wore and armored EVA suit with a cooling system built in instead of her normal light sith armor. Extremely hot worlds like Mustafar played hell on Cords body, her genetics where built more for world like Hoth. At her side hung her usual two sith swords, a Blaster in each of her thigh holsters, and various other weapons hidden on her person. For this mission she was forgoing her sith mask and just allowing he long auburn locks to flow free and her glowing orange eyes to shine.


To any force user out there a strong darkside presences could easily be felt approaching the area. Cord had deep scars on her soul and aura from darkside. Something Cord though not a sith or true darksider anymore could ever shed. The darkside taint on her soul was permanent a curse she must live with for as long as she remained. She no longer chose to hide it from the world if people wanted to judge her on her darkness rather then what she had become that was on them. Regardless it could be felt by anyone sensitive to the force even though it wasn’t a true sign of her power it was amplified by the fact long ago Cord had been blasted by energy from a dark side nexus.


The CR90 was on approach to the pirates base.

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Tag: Thia Sas | Ben Acrax | Cedric Grayson | Mordok The Fallen | Aaron Beskheart | Alyson Halle | R1-3G | 5-WCH (Switchblade) | Njal The Black | Alejandro Vizcaya | Visanj T'shkali | Kahlil Noble | Skritch Scion

 

[Visanj T'shkali]

Tags: Thia Sas Ben Acrax Cedric Grayson Mordok The Fallen Aaron Beskheart Alyson Halle R1-3G 5-WCH (Switchblade) Njal The Black Alejandro Vizcaya

As the ship set down on Mustafar, the Baroness took a deep breath and catching Cord's glance with her own, she smiled. She'd noticed the Pirate Queen a time or two, and was pleased to see the attraction was not one-sided. There would be time for that to be considered later, now it was all about being exactly the Dagatan contingent these pirates were expecting. Vis smoothed the black leather dress against her body and checked her hair and make-up before going to stand beside her dear friend, ally, and apparently, admirer before the ship's hatch.

These folks want to see if we are all they have been promised, Vis thought, and we shall not disappoint them!

Stepping out, Visanj looked at the welcoming. She grinned at Cord Starfall . “Come on, Gorgeous! Let’s be good guests! Dagata may be nation now, obliged to its veneer of lawfulness and sobriety, but we know better and soon, so will they!”

“Did someone order a drink?” A wry grin parted her lips.

With that, droids came, pushing repulsorsleds bearing twenty cases of Whyren’s Reserve. “I heard someone might be thirsty!” With a grin, the leather-clad Baroness made her way to their leader. Truth was, Vis knew that it would be Cord's single bottle - more expensive than a case of the Whyren's, that would be the most impressive of those many gifts and offers made today. Pirate to pirate, a bottle of pricey rum and a kinship of corsairship, that was exactly why Cord led the Blood Brotherhood, and exactly why Vis trusted her so. Hopefully, our hosts are cut from the same black cloth, she thought.

“Compliments of the Dagatan Free State. Well met.” She said, extending her hand.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Location: West Hanger Bay
Interacting With: Kahlil Noble , Mordok The Fallen

The Dark Side he called it. The Bogan was what Wilhelm knew it as.

He didn't know much about the Force, or the magicks, or whatever you wished to call it, but he knew of its aspect. His people worshiped the Ashla as a living god. She watched over them, made sure they were safe when she could, and worked for the betterment of the galaxy. The Bogan was the great enemy. The destroyer. The Primeval. It was said that those who became his acolytes were doomed to lose their souls, and fed into his maw upon their deaths. Wilhelm had heard all the stories, like all the other children of the village. The Bogan had destroyed the homeworld and seen their people scattered throughout the galaxy, dooming them to live as exiles and refugees beneath the flags of hosts that would rather see them dead.

The words chilled Wilhelm to his very core.

Yet even still, the youth craved approval. His father had never really been around, and when he was, the old man was always distant. His mother did her best to raise him properly, but she too carried wounds from a time long past. She had provided for him and loved him, but she had never wanted to be a mother, and had shown such in his raising. As much as she cared for him, Lysandra had been more of a friend than a parent, and more of a companion than a mentor.

The boy yearned for guidance.

"Ma always taught me that the Bogan was evil," he stated plainly, looking up at Mordok with a mix of confusion, fear, and despite himself, awe. Mordok did not seem evil. He'd gone out of his way to save Ben Acrax back on Hoth despite seeming unhappy about doing so. Perhaps there was some merit in his words...

The boy's thoughts came to a sharp halt as Kahlil Noble spoke. The youth did not recognize the Sith trappings that decorated Mordok's words, but the Jedi Knight certainly did. He tore his gaze from the holocron Mordok had presented to stare at Kahlil, his lips pressing into a thin line at the man's words.

"I can teach you a better way that won't make you the thing that killed your father. Or he can teach you how to become that thing."

Wilhelm drew in a sharp breath.

"Mordok isn't a Sith though," he mumbled, uncertainty lacing his words, "He...he helped us." The sense of foreboding grew to be near overwhelming. He had no desire to become the monster that had slain his father, and yet Mordok's methods produced results.

The quick and easy path.

The boy took the sweet drink, but the concern on his face was palpable. "I do wanna learn," he paused, jumping on the mention of Alyson, "No, no! She didn't leave me alone I...well, I snuck away. She gave me lots to read, and I like the reading, but my eyes were getting tired and I just wanted to get off the ship. Miss Halle was teaching me to meditate and I guess I got a little frustrated. She's a good lady, I like her."

 

[Skritch Scion]

A corvette had just landed nearby. Skritch studied the crew as it disembarked. You didn't need to be a force sensitive to tell that these were some dangerous folk. Danherous folk were Skritch's type of folk. He began walking towards the building. If Alejandro Vizcaya wasnt going to come out to meet him, then he would go in to meet Alejandro. Hopefully in turn Alejandro would introduce him to the guests and he'd gain at least one business contact.

The small army of construction droids and the two prototype security droids followed him toward the hotel where he hoped to find Alejandro waiting. When he found him, he was dressed even more ostentatiously than usual. "You know you got guests outside. What, you dont come to greet anyone or introduce me?"

I brought you your constuction droids. They are ready for you to set them to work. Also these two behind me, you'll especially like these. These are first edition prototype hi profile security droids from our brand new line. These arent even on the market yet. You cant even buy these, but I brought them as a gift fir you. If you like them I plan on delivering a few more once the design is finalized.

 

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

The guests began to arrive and of course the first inside was Skritch Scion, looking sharper than a vibro blade from mandalor. Alejandro was currently lounging in the main hall of the bar and drinking some refreshments. Around him were several of his men, some of his girls and even more of his treasures. As was custom Alejandro surrounded himself with a literal mountain of cash, spice and jewlery. In his table the credits were overflowing, there was a stack of lava crystals and spice opposite to him and in the floor spice, gold and credits riddled the place.

"Scion! Get over here!" The pirate bellowed, raising his glass as several of his crew also recognized the man. He was the man they all brought the goodies they couldn't sell for a cut, the man always treated them well. He was met in the entrance by a tall chiss brunette and a red twilek who took his coat and accompanied him down the ramp.

Alejandro noticed the droids, his smile creeping at the sight. He snapped his fingers and ordered his men to bring those droids down to Aaron Beskheart to aid in the construction of the pod race track. He would need every able body he could get and these droids would speed up production quite nicely.

"Ladies and gentlemen a second please"

Alejandro placed a boot on his chair and an elbow on his knee. He raised his glass and gestured to Scion, making him the center of attention in the room. "Im sure you know this man needs no introduction but im going to give him one anyway"

He smiled and joked around at first but now his introduction was more than serious. "This is Skritch Scion, my partner in the new business venture that is the Duke's Mastee Hotel! Sure to make richer men of everyone present"

The crew cheered honestly, everyone loved hanging out in that place and it wasnt even finished. The luxury it brought and the artisanship of its construction was unparalleled in the Outer Rim. Soon they would both be rich men beyond their wildest dreams.​

 

[Crane Baxa]

Nodding at Aaron Beskheart with his orders, he would turn the Pod Racer on as the distinct whine of the pod would come to life before thrusting both sticks forward, shooting out like a cannon. There was nothing more satisfying and appreciated then going over two hundred miles an hour in a single second. Going through parts of a long canyon, he merely kept the throttle forward as if there was no real finish line. Turning his pod racer sideways, he went through a small crevice and emerged onto the other side as it opened up quite nicely into a field of...crystals?

"Reporting Aaron, we got some kindof...crystal field out here. Mark the location as we speak."

He would then press both sticks forward into turbo to race across them, checking to see if there was any disturbance in the repulsorlifts near him. As he kept pressing forward, there was a distinct noise as a soft POP noise could be heard as the pod racer would stop functioning and proceed to fall onto the crystals, skidding across the ground rather harshly. Scrap metal would be thrown up as the Chadra-Fan kept hold of the throttle as he spun for a moment with himself using the Force to keep the Pod together. Finally he would skid to a halt as there was a soft whine from the engines as they refuse to turn on, flicking the switch a few times as he got aggravated, speaking into the communicator.

"Lost power to the Pod Racer....Aaron? Aaron?!"

Smacking the side of his comn in his ear, he realized that it had ceased to work as he gave a very loud groan. Unbuckling himself, he would hop out and look around as he almost slipped onto the crystals nearby. It was as if it was one large crystal, all morphed into one as he slowly walked across it while trying to determine the boundry areas to where it would cease to work but failed to find it. After a few minutes, he heard a crack as he stopped moving, hsi own ears perking up as he looked to the side but saw nothing. Blinking for a moment, he could see two images of shadows before him as he merely looked forward in disbelief. Blinking again, they seemed to have gotten close as the Chadra-Fan slowly undid the strings on his belt once more and awaited in silence.