Nar Shaddaa City Lights [Open RP Thread]

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Bea kue a vlutehan!"

The Twi'lek swore as the irritating sound suddenly rang out. She had rather good hearing, and the sonic attack was painful. Unfortunate for those around her, since she customarily wore life sensors linked to her two RICO units. She'd felt them unnecessary to bring into the cantina when she'd been speaking with the owner. Instead they'd been sitting outside flanking the entrance like a pair of decorative statues. At the first sign their Mistress was being attacked however..

The two were in the cantina in a flash of metal. One and Two scanning the room. Two made straight for [member="Draco Vereen"]. Electricity sparking from his jaws. Unless outright attacked he would only destroy the sonic neutralizer, as per his programming. Considering the stun gun level of currents flowing through him, any attempt to stop this was likely ill advised. One was utilizing his own significantly more aimed sonic capabilities to incapacitate anyone who still felt like fighting.

Chiasa for her part was no longer amused.

"That is quite enough."

A voice that was used to command and could be heard through the usual dull roar of either of her multi-billion dollar casinos snapped out. To add credence to her words since some folks, particularly drunk ones had trouble taking orders from attractive females, with a slight furrowing of her brows sparks of flame flickered around her and some of the broken glass in her immediate vicinity rose into the air to begin to orbit her and [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] lazily.

"Some of us, and by some I mean the ones who own this damned planet are trying to have a drink. The next person who throws a punch will find me most vexed."

[member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Looking around, some of these people were still smashing stuff and breaking things. As the droids entered and bee lined for me I switched off the sonic device. "Yeah, things are about to heat up here. Draco Vereen, you're a dang good warrior son." I said extending a hand towards the Mandalorian. Well these Mandalorians certainly had a reputation, and it seemed like the entire culture was intent on one upping that reputation. With my off hand, I switched off the sonic neutralizer. "These folks are gonna be pissed and fine in about sixty seconds by the way."

Hearing the Twi'lek get mad he turned his head towards her. "Yeah, I know it was getting out of hand, folks started using weapons. That's why I pressed the pause button as it were. Sorry, I know you weren't involved, but it ain't exactly something you aim."

[member="Verd Skirata"][member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Not too shabby yourself," He replied to the man. "Verd Skirata, and don't worry 'bout it cause my helmet is more than capable of filtering that chit out, always a pleasure to have a friendly sparring match." He called his ship to come and pick him up. between the slave circutry and the Z-6 the ship should have no problem meeting him. "Need a ride somewhere better to continue our friendly match? Verd asked glad that he had met [member="Draco Vereen"]. "I have my ship flying over here to pick me up."

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"You sure have a way with words Kritivaas." he'd stretch the bionics rolling out in a shiver of plate and mechanics. Stooping down to meet [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], in eye contact his back standing on end the metallic spine condensing in a groan. "Come I'm sure you'd like to sit, not all lack my tireless bones."

"You must tell me how you and your kind are going, I do so enjoy the ravens."​

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Verd Skirata"]

One of the patrons was staggering to his feet, hand straying to a blaster. A glare of death made literal when two glass shards went zooming at high speeds towards the man and pierced through his eyes into the brain killing him instantly made sure anyone else thinking of restarting the brawl thought again. Quite a few people found themselves suddenly sober.

Her attention switched back to the two men.

"You start a barroom fight, you expect someone to pull a weapon. Someone pulls a weapon it is likely someone dies. You don't want it to be you? Don't start the damned fight and find a way to aim."

Amateurs. She turned away from them, the RICO units returning to her side, looking over to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] as he spoke.

"I would gladly sit with you Kocceille. We do well, plans move forward, allies and power grows. And credits amass of course."

This last was said with a laugh. Flannigan and his lot were certainly allies, but she had no illusions about why, That was fine, credits kept folks honest, and since she could always afford to outbid her competitors..

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Well she wasn't necessarily wrong. That said, wasn't there honor among folks anymore? "Uhmmp" clearing my throat. "Yeah, well that's why I used a non-lethal form to stop the situation from escalating any further once it got deadly. As it is, only a few folks in medbays. Sorry you were injured, however minor or sever, I know you personally weren't involved, and I don't know who you are, so I didn't mean to hurt you." I said hooking my thumbs in my belt. She was some kinda Force User alright. Not something I really wanted to tangle with in the middle of Nar Shaddaa after a brawl. "No reason to be mad at me for some idiot bringing a gun to fist fight." I pulled off my helmet and spit blood out. No teeth missing was good. I smiled at her, and nodded.

Turning back to [member="Verd Skirata"]. "I have my own ride, but get in touch with me if you need something. Warrior like you would be good to have on this side of the fight rather than the other." I moved back to the bar. "Gonna need another brandy for the road mate." I called to the bar tender.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"I hope you count myself among your allies." the bionics contracting and bending the thighs as he sat, his pointed finger's running long lines across the seat leaving marks and chunks displaced by durasteel fingers. "We've been doing good, we're actually one of the largest pirate groups in the known galaxy, to think I started with one ship." there was a silence and pause between words, letting the word 'one ship' prevail in the silence, a novice trick in showmanship but he prided himself in that. "We're looking for more work, and we know the Ravens always have some."

He prided himself a performer to some minute extend, it was part of the job bluffing and intimidation, there was a certain level of class to theatrics. mind you he had none but still he could act if he did.

| [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] |​

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus stood from his seat, leaving behind the drink he had ordered. He stepped over towards the dead man, yanking a piece of glass from his eye and examining it carefully.

The cloaked figure stood casting a glance back at the orange twilek and her compatriots. Mental note made.
He took a few steps back to the bar, retrieving his drink and returning to a place near the Mandolorian [member="Verd Skirata"]
"Fancy fight you had there."

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Yeah," he tossed a small comlink to [member="Draco Vereen"], "That commlink has my frequency tuned in to it, just plug that in to your ship's system and transmit me a message when you aren't doing anything." Verd said before adding, "I can call you as well through that device, so don't get too comfortable sittin' on your shebs." After that he heard the man complimenting him on the fight.

"Fancy fight you had there." He saw the man in his 360 degree hud and turned towards him giving a curt nod his way.

"Thanks, Things here seem to escalate a little too fast for my tastes. he walked over to the bar where suprisingly the bottle of ne'tra gal was still standing. he asked the bartender for another glass and walked back to where [member="Cylus Jest"] had taken a seat. "so your'e a Corellian ale kind of person?" he asked not knowing who the man was, but he should have heard the exchange between him and Draco earlier, meaning he had heard his name.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

The Twi'lek could feel annoyance rising as [memebr="Draco Vereen"] continued to speak. As if the whole owning the planet bit hadn't been enough to clue him in to mind himself. Still, if she went around taking the time to kill every idiot she'd never get anything done in a day. And lethal or non-lethal, Chiasa took offense to anyone short-sighted enough to attack her. The dead man had been executed to make a point and ensure everyone else stayed on good behaviour, at least while she was present. He had not started the fight however. The smile did not impress her even if he was decent looking. At least for once, for once this was not one of Ravens and someone she would need to interact with on a regular basis. Small mercies.

Once more she turned her attention back to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], though she did note [member="Cylus Jest"] examining the body. The flames winked out of existence, and the majority of the glass lowered to a neat pile on the bar top, thought two or three particularly vicious looking pieces continued to circle lazily. Appearance was everything after all.

"You are doing very well."

She agreed, voice switching from ice queen to purr in a moment.

"Your rise rather mirrors that of the Ravens. Of course I count you as an ally, Ravens and Jackals, we both profit from battlefields no? It is only natural that we would work together. And you are correct.. I am always doing something, and I can always use the assistance of you and yours, Kocceille."

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus nodded once to [member="Verd Skirata"] as he continued a quiet examination of the bar. This mandalorian was reacting well to a complete stranger, Cylus wasn't used to friendly talk much.

"Indeed, I would order something fancier, but then I'd probably have to kill someone for it." He spoke in a cold tone...too cold, he had to alleviate tension. He gave a small laugh, filled with false warmth, it was so real sounding coming from a man who'd never felt that warmly.

His mind wandered to the dead man and the orange twilek again, he needed to learn more, but for now he was creating a friendship, even if it was one sided.

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Well then, if you need anything and you see me around, lemme know, but for now, I gotta get out of here." Verd said nodding towards the strange man. "You have a fine taste in blades." He paused "Vibrosword or straight up durasteel?"
[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus gave a nod and a sound of thanks as he held up the blade for examination.
"Sadly, it is simply a vibrosword, I've been looking for a beskad honestly. "

Should he have confided so much, perhaps not, time would tell.

[member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Like this bad boy?" Verd said drawing his own sword. The beskaad wasn't a full sword size, but it was a lot heavier than most other swords he had wielded before. It was really only about the length of his forearm. "An Echani Vibrosword might better fit your style of fighting, seeing as to how they are resistant to lightsabers." He paused. "That is the effect you were hoping to achieve right?" He saked politely. "You wouldn't have to wield something that could be considered a sharpened hammer, and you could keep learning your current style of fighting with the properties you would like."
[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

I downed my drink in one big gulp, swallowed a little bit of blood from small cuts in my mouth. Copper and brandy didn't go so well together. I turned to [member="Verd Skirata"] "See ya down the road man. Holler if ya need a hand." He was a good fighter, or at least good enough to bust me up some. As I walked out I nodded to the Twi'lek, [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], "I bid you adieu. Once again, sorry for the headache. Give me a shout if you need a hand down the road. I figure I owe you that much." I continued walking out and started for my ship. I could use a shot of kolto, but I could certainly wait until I got to the Dragon to do so. It wasn't a far walk to the space port anyway.

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus nodded once at the idea of an Echani Vibroblade. He rather liked that idea...but he also liked his beskad idea.
"Yes, but Cortosis is expensive."

[member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"yeah, it is, but so is beskar. Not only that, but beskar is almost exclusively sold to mandalorians." Verd paused and looked around scanning to make sure nobody would over hear the next couple words. I might be able to hook you up with some cortosis for the vibrosword, in exchange for say, a starship. You wouldn't have to obtain it legally, and if you decide not to, I will even help out, so long as you make a halfway decent plan. That's my offer, and you might even have enough to make a few more than one of those fancy swords.

[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus nodded once, his cold eyes watching the mandalorian. It would be easier to obtain a starship than the beskar.
"I may take you up on that, keep in touch.
He laid down a scrap of flimsi with his comlink info on it before strolling out the door.
[member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Stay safe out there." He said to [member="Cylus Jest"] , sending a transmission to the man's commlink, just so the man would have his info as well, then walked out, and boarded his waiting ship, and flew off, leaving the planet for a good while.