Causstik Rahn
Psycho
It all started with a message….
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Welcome potential employee! Here at Cerberus we value all of our workers. Each employee must meet a specific and rigorous set of requirements. If you specialize in any of these fields Cerberus may be right for you, Wetwork, Sabotage, Espionage, Soldiering, and finally Physician. We will be hosting open recruitment on Nar’Shaddaa should you be interested in finding out more!
Causstik sat in the Hawk’s Den. A casino that generously allowed the use of its facilities to Cerberus in exchange for some of Causstik’s more “exotic goods”. Causstik had recently given up slaving, but that didn't mean he took his whole hand out of the metaphorical underworld pie. The Casino was grandiose and luxurious. Tall intricate chandeliers hung from the ceilings illuminating the rooms. Smoke ventilators made sure people could smoke the spice Causstik had generously supplied without choking on a room full of the stuff.
Exotic dancers stripped away on the occasional table, while beings with a little more clothing meandered the walkways serving drinks and the like. The whole place was patrolled by plenty of bouncers generously supplied by the “Hawk’s circle” (A part of The Cabal) and automated turrets scanned the crowds constantly. With all the mercs filing into the place the extra security was needed, but not necessary. Causstik’s own warband sat all over the Casino.
While they weren't actively looking for a fight should someone try to start one they would meet a swift end. Causstik sat on a plush cushion in the VIP area. It was here that mercs seeking employment would be directed. The room was dim, unlike the rest of the casino. Their was a scantily clad dancer on top of the singular table. Two large booth seats sat to either side of the table. Neon lights blinked away providing the only light in the place. Causstik idly puffed on a cigarra and patiently awaited the mercs who wanted to sign up.
[member="Sol Damerin"]
Greetings sentient! Welcome to the Cerberus homepage.
Are you looking for employment, or a contract negotiation?
Employment selected…
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Welcome potential employee! Here at Cerberus we value all of our workers. Each employee must meet a specific and rigorous set of requirements. If you specialize in any of these fields Cerberus may be right for you, Wetwork, Sabotage, Espionage, Soldiering, and finally Physician. We will be hosting open recruitment on Nar’Shaddaa should you be interested in finding out more!
Causstik sat in the Hawk’s Den. A casino that generously allowed the use of its facilities to Cerberus in exchange for some of Causstik’s more “exotic goods”. Causstik had recently given up slaving, but that didn't mean he took his whole hand out of the metaphorical underworld pie. The Casino was grandiose and luxurious. Tall intricate chandeliers hung from the ceilings illuminating the rooms. Smoke ventilators made sure people could smoke the spice Causstik had generously supplied without choking on a room full of the stuff.
Exotic dancers stripped away on the occasional table, while beings with a little more clothing meandered the walkways serving drinks and the like. The whole place was patrolled by plenty of bouncers generously supplied by the “Hawk’s circle” (A part of The Cabal) and automated turrets scanned the crowds constantly. With all the mercs filing into the place the extra security was needed, but not necessary. Causstik’s own warband sat all over the Casino.
While they weren't actively looking for a fight should someone try to start one they would meet a swift end. Causstik sat on a plush cushion in the VIP area. It was here that mercs seeking employment would be directed. The room was dim, unlike the rest of the casino. Their was a scantily clad dancer on top of the singular table. Two large booth seats sat to either side of the table. Neon lights blinked away providing the only light in the place. Causstik idly puffed on a cigarra and patiently awaited the mercs who wanted to sign up.
[member="Sol Damerin"]