Night Club of Sin--the Angel's Den (Open To All)

[James Justice]

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Location: Dal'Bor City, Soceras
Time: Night

The rotational period of Soceras was 75 hours long. To those on the planet, the night and they day were divided into an even 37.5 hours. During the night, it was more than enough time to fulfill the innate desire for "craven pleasures." In the city of Dal'Bor, over half the city was devoted to nightclubs, brothels, bars, casinos, and spice dens. Whatever pleasure, no matter how strange or how disturbing, it was available at Dal'Bor.

The Angel's Den was no exception. Nestled in the heart of the City of Debauchery, this nightclub had been recently bought and renovated by James Justice himself. Tonight was the opening night. No expense had been spared in creating this den of sin, with lavishness so extreme it would make even a Hutt envy. Six rave dance floors, eight bars, two stripper dance shows, three kitchens, a view of the city, and a few quiet spots to get away from the music for private pleasures were just half of what this massive palace of hedonism boasted. Only the best bartenders, DJ's, and dancers in the city were hired. With a city of Dal'Bor's reputation, that was saying a lot. Of course, this was all a front. The real reason behind the Angel's Den was a back door for Justice Shipping to get a foot in the crime city's network--and a place to hub and network their other illegal activities: piracy, privateering, smuggling, mercenary work, and of course, money laundering.

James stepped out of his lavish hoverlimo onto the private landing pad. His leather jacket and matching pants were on point, with his hair perfectly messy. A few weapons on his person were visible, three of his blaster pistols, while more were hidden; like the hold out in his boot and the knife in the other. A cigarette smoldered between his lips. He looked out at the front, hundreds of people were in already and many more were waiting for a chance at the three entrances. His eyes turned to the stars that were beginning to show through the sky before entering the cacophony of booming music. Oh yes. This would be a night that would be remembered.

[member="Pan'medur"]

 

[Shak'Lzko'Loris]

Shak walked inside The Angel's Den. It was alive with neon lights and strippers everywhere.
"I can see why this is a 'sinful experience', this place is for the all night partier. I'm going to go check out the bar."
Shak approached the bar and took a seat. A fancy bartender gave him a drink menu.
"Can I get you anything sir?"
"I'll just have some ale. You can also help me by bringing [member="James Justice"] out here so I can speak with him. Is that understood?"
The bartender nodded.
"Yes sir, right away sir!"
He ran to [member="James Justice"] and tapped on his shoulder.
"Someone wants to speak with you. He's a H'drachi."

 

[Triter Zone]

[member="James Justice"]

Triter Zone's RGR-42 Scrimshaw descended through a halo of pulsing colored lights, making for a landing pad on the roof of the Angel's Den. The young Amaran pirate angled his approach deftly, weaving between the personal airspeeders and other transports which flew in thick formations above the city-scape below.
For the third time that night, he considered his purpose in coming.
Triter had recently finished a lucrative search-and-rescue mission for a wealthy client; though it was not his usual method of paying the bills, pay them it had, with enough left over to let the diminutive raider live comfortably for a little while, if he chose.
And there had been a bonus, or at least something Triter tried to convince himself was such.
The Amaran's employer, as an additional show of gratitude, had given Triter a pass for the grand opening of a new Soceran club. Triter half suspected that the reward had been a last-minute idea; the client's business had called him in, likely meaning that he would not have been able to attend the opening, and so he gave away the invitation to the first person he saw.
At the time, Triter hadn't questioned it, nor did he particularly care now.
Except that this is a fair bit bigger than I was expecting.
Milo folded his ship's E-foils, setting down on the pad and popping the canopy. Upon leaping down nimbly to the pad, he was greeted by a valet droid, who scanned his invitation and then climbed up to move his starfighter to the parking area.
Self-consciously, Milo adjusted the stylish shirt and trousers he had bought for the occasion, walking toward the roof entrance of the club.
It wasn't that Milo disliked clubs; when he was in the mood, and could afford them, they were a nice way to unwind. But this was a fair bit more upscale than he was used to.
For much of his life after the destruction of the Ossein Pirates, Triter had been on his own, keeping a low profile and taking what jobs he could. He was not anti-social, at least not all of the time, but neither was he particularly used to rich living, despite the wealth he had helped to capture during his years with the fleet.
He was used to simpler pleasures; good syrspirit, an in-flight holodrama, maybe conversation with the characters at a spaceport cantina.
That was not to say he did not know how to behave in such a venue, but it would probably take a few drinks for him to truly unwind here.
Looking up, he noticed a particularly glitzy airspeeder coming in at a private pad higher up on the building. Thrusting his hands in his pockets, he watched the craft's approach as he walked forward into the club, his view eventually cut off by the door-frame.
His gaze then shifted to the throngs of people inside, and he gave a short sigh.
Here we go, then.

 

[James Justice]

[member="Shak'Lzko'Loris"]
[member="Triter Zone"]

James heard the bartender and nodded with a grin. Part of him was curious, he hadn't seen many H'drachi. And the last had been many years ago when he was a little boy. The old female had been very cryptic and excited about him, saying that he would plead the cause of the people, that he would be hunted by the one who loved him most and sweetness would one day be bitter. While he hadny known about the business of being hunted by the one who loved him most, James was the people's criminal after all and he had many sweet momnets become bitter for him.

Passing through one of the dance floors and across the bars he left his more private and the richer floors to the lower ones. He catered to a wide base of clientele; from the uber rich who wanted to be exclusive and catered to, down to the masses of those who wanted nothing more to rave and lose their miseries in alcohol and music. He preferred to help people forget instead of forcing them to stand and confront them. It was his personal preference as well in his issues.

At last he made it to the H'drachi who had requested his attention. James spewed a stream of smoke as he came closer. His charismatic aura in the force commanded attention as he crossed the way. If that alone did not demand attention, his smell of Zeltron pheromones, alcohol, sweet tobacco, and his cologne did.

Spreading his arms wide James shouted, "Free refills to those at this bar!"

A cheer went out as the libations flowed freely. James reached his guest and smiled broadly, stretching out his hand, "Name's Captain James Justice, what can I do for ye?"

 

[Shak'Lzko'Loris]

"Yes, I was looking into this underground work you've been doing. Perhaps we can work out a deal? A please, put that smoke out."
The H'drachi was very inquisitive. He also possessed piloting and spice trading skills. If accepted Shak could prove himself to be a great ally.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James quirked an eyebrow. This fellow had quite a way of asking for favors--one that James wasn't sure exactly how to take.

He waved his arm, "In case ye haven't noticed over half the occupants here be smoking one from of something or another. So with all due respect--and that it be my house, my rules--I ain't gonna put my smoke out. I think better when smoking." He set blew a wreath in the opposite direction. "But I be listening. I don't know what ye mean by underground work. I be an honest businessman just looking to start ventures. However if ye be a good pilot I dun't mind working something out."

James was nothing if not apt, he had learned many times that it was best to keep his activities of questionable legality under wraps.

[member="Shak'Lzko'Loris"]

 

[Shak'Lzko'Loris]

"Sir, I'm much smarter than you so don't lie to me. I can tell your a crime lord. And I just don't like people smoking around me, I have bad lungs. But anyway, you're not good at hiding so give it up. What kind of piloting deal are you thinking of working out? I'm interested."
Shak stretched out his arms and relaxed in his chair, he'd figured out [member="James Justice"].

 

[James Justice]

Crimelord? The thought genuinely made James laugh. He was by far miss understood if he was thought to be a crimelord. A murmuring thought whispered through the anarchist's head; had to work on his criminal identity if he had this sort of public identity.

He grinned, "I believe ye be mistaken. Crimelord," he chuckled again. "However, if ye be interested in a deal I offer ye what I offer all me pilots--60,000 a month retainer, plus commission for each job completed, bonuses are there of course for jobs completed early and penalties for late. If ye have ye own craft then thar be an extra bonus per job of 30%." James took a Correllian ale from the counter and took a drink, "As ye prove ye self and advance, ye can get better pay amd perhaps even become a fleet commander if ye are interested. How does this sound to ye?"

[member="Shak'Lzko'Loris"]

 

[Shak'Lzko'Loris]

"I accept this offer. I have my own B-Wing on the landing bay over there. Can I get some of that ale too please? By the way I'm still on to you, but the offer is excepted so let's move on with it."

 

[James Justice]

James grinned as reached behind the counter and retrieved an ale.

"This be Alderian. 40 years of aging by a small brewery known only for the best," James swirled the unopened crysraline bottle before handing it to Shak. How much was it worth? 100? 300? He couldn't remember. "Consider it a signing bonus," he winked as he handed it over


The spacer flagged one of the servant droids down, "See this mate to the paper work, give him the standard offer, another thousand for the sign on, he has a personal."

The feminine droid, designed to be aesthetically appealing to most all species nodded before saying in its fluid, melodic voice, "Of course, sir
This way please."

James leaned towards the H'drachi for a moment before they parted ways for the moment. "By the way, hypothetically speaking, if ye were to suspect a business man such as me for crimes, it wun't be crimelord work. Hypothetically some might say I be the opposite, such as a 'crime liberator' against all oppressions. Though ye would be hard pressed to find such a thing, that would be what ye would find. I be thinking it be smart to find new informants if I be ye." He smiled and winked again, "I look forward to working with ye mate."

[member="Shak'Lzko'Loris"]

 

[Shak'Lzko'Loris]

"As am I, have a good night mate!" Shak walked with the droid to fill out the paper work. This is what he needed.

 

[Armand Temi]

Sylvia wasn't sure why she let her friend Muriel talk her into going to this seedy nightclub on Soceras. The two girls had been roommates in the main girl's dormitory at the Coruscani Pilot Institute, and they had spent almost every single leave together since they'd gotten out of school. Normally they would visit resort worlds to lie on sunbeds and swim in blue, calm seas.

The music was so loud that the entire nightclub felt as though it was shaking. "Why couldn't we just go to Naboo's Lake Country? Or even Wielu as we normally do?"

"C'mon Sylvia, live a little. Dal'Bor has the most nightclubs per capita, and it's opening night in this one. I even got us some drink coupons off of the holonet," countered Muriel.

Determined to not seem like the stiff square that her friends thought she was, she grabbed Muriel's hand and said, "Okay we'll here goes nothing." The red-haired pilot approached the bar, waving away cigarette smoke and placed a credit chit on the bar. The bartender ignored her until finally Muriel stuck two fingers in her mouth and loudly whistled.

"Two Tatooine Sunrises. Doubles," said Sylvia.

If she was going to survive this night, away from her X-wing practice runs and continued studies, she was going to need a little courage of the alcoholic variety.

[member="James Justice"] [member="Pan'medur"]

 

[James Justice]

Satisfied that his business was done with, James left this portion of the bar and decided to turn his attention to some of his other patrons, across the rest of the bar. The thick smoke, the hazing laser lights, and the massive music filled the air in a titillating mixture. With the smell of hundreds of beings and their pheromones, their sweet perfumes, and of course, alcohol it was a beautiful thing indeed.

Down in a mix of a bar and a dance floor, he spread his arms again, the three bartenders at the bar that was long enough to span a star destroyer's bridge gave a loud greeting of cheer, "Captain Justice!"

He spread his arms wide, "Free refills for all on this deck!"

But the proclamation was hardly heard over the sound of the massive music. He chuckled and moved to the bar, between a red head female and a small fox-like mammal.

"Reactor core, mate, ye know how I like it," he said loudly.

The bartender in front of him wasted in time in serving the drink. James took a long draft from his cigarette and let out the billow of smoke. Seeing the redheaded female beside him instantly made his mind jump to Sasha. She would love this place, a night like this. He grinned wistfully. He hoped she had gotten his invitation, but he knew she was busy doing the necessary. She was his inspiration, his reason for still moving, despite every reason to quit.

[member="Sylvia Nuru"]
[member="Triter Zone"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Why was she dragged here by [member="James Justice"]

Oh riiiight because he had told her she needed a break from all the fighting and such....and in all honesty she did, after losing her legs then getting cybernetic legs she needed to be somewhere war wasn't

And so here she was awkwardly following James around like a lost puppy because she didn't wanna socialize.... At least she could claim free drinks in his name

 

[James Justice]

James turned around and noticed Star behind him. Had she really been following him this far? This would not do. He chuckled and slapped the bar. His admiral had to be out socializing. That was partially for the good of the company--the other was for the good of this business. And, of course, she had spent too long in warones. She was starting to lose her personality. She was forgetting what made her a dynamic, creative, powerful admiral. And with the loss of her legs, and nearly the loss of her life, James was concerned about her.

He ordered a second Reactor Core and turned, handing it to her. As he turned he got an idea. A terribly mischievous idea. On the end of the bar a pair of dancers, one a Zeltron, the other a Twe'lik as well were erotically dancing on two of the poles. The third was open as a female customer stepped down. James looped an arm around Stardust and started leading her towards the end of the bar.

"Ye know, I dun't think I offically got to say how glad I am that ye survived that leg business," he said, buying time, "ye almost died back there, and I want ye to know, I will always look out for ye. Ye are a good mate, and I will make sure ye stay around long enough to keep me fleet in order."

He halted at the end of the bar. Before she could react, James shoved her up the steps to the poles and let out a loud cheer, drawing attention to her entrance. The two other strippers pulled her close, running their fingers over her body making Stardust more than comfortable and being extremely--friendly--to say the least.

James sat back and watched, smirking. This was going to be fun.

[member="stardust"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust jumped back into reality from her mind as [member="James Justice"] put a drink into her hand and started walking with her to the end of the bar while she took a drink

Yeah.....I don't think I got to thank you for saving me"she said kinda monotoned and morribly "heh I'm only doing my job...its what you paid me to do" she said and looked away some

She felt him stop and turned to look before stumbling on stage and looked out shocked and quite confused before feeling the other two dancers

Now think star...think...you can't simply walk off and punk out . not after what you went through

She gulped and steeled herself
"Gripping the metallic pole, she did swing herself up. Swinging, swinging, spinning, around and around did she move"
"And she proceeded to shaketh what her mother gave her. Hither and thither did that hindermost quarter move"
Her leg extended like the mast of a great ship, it did stick out. Pointing her toe like it was indeed a compass, leading men to her heart"
[member="James Justice"]

 

[Triter Zone]

[member="James Justice"]
[member="stardust"]
[member="Sylvia Nuru"]

Triter watched, casually, as a near-human male and a green-skinned twi'lek female walked toward the dancing poles near one of the bars. Casually, he flagged down a bartender, ordering a syrspirit on the rocks and grinning to himself as he guessed the near-human's intent. He watched as he eased her up onto the stage, and chuckled as the Twi'lek was accosted by the two dancers. He sipped, watching with curiosity as the newcomer settled into the situation, eventually putting on quite a show herself.
I know that face from somewhere, though. He thought to himself. Wait, yes, that's it... she was on a wanted poster! Well, she's certainly 'wanted' now...
Triter chuckled to himself, and looked around, taking in the other club-goers near the bar. He jumped, suddenly, when he heard a high-pitched whistle, his gaze falling on a pair of human women trying to order drinks from a surprised and vaguely irritated bartender. One of the women looked uncomfortable herself, fidgeting and looking around.
"Two Tatooine Sunrises. Doubles."
Raising his eyebrows, Triter walked over toward the pair, raising his own glass in greeting.
"If I might suggest, ladies," the Amaran interjected, "if you need to take the edge off, you might try an Ossein syrspirit. It'll relax you, and it won't give you a hangover the way cocktails might."
He smiled, rather charming despite his 1.3 meter height.
"Just a personal preference, mind."

 

[Armand Temi]

Sylvia took a long drink from her glass and immediately coughed and sputtered. Although she knew there was some kind of fruit juice mixed in there, it tasted like rocket fuel! Still, the alcohol slipped down her throat in cool waves, warming her body as soon as it hit her bloodstream.

“Wow, careful with those Tatooine Sunrises,” said Muriel, also noticing how potent the drink was and how quickly Sylvia had swallowed it.

“C’mon you don’t want to look like a couple of moisture girls,” shot back Sylvia, feeling a little braver because of the alcohol. Suddenly she heard a voice yell out “Free refills for everyone on this deck!” Well, if that was the case, she supposed that it didn’t matter now how fast she drank. Both girls would be good and legless when the night was over.

A man and an Amaran stood close to the two pilots. Eventually a Twi’lek approached and was shoved onto the dancer’s stage by the man with the chestnut hair. Sylvia was distracted for a moment by the impromptu dance, but the Amaran began speaking to her. She had to lean over to hear him due to his short height and the loud music in the background. “Sure, I’ll try at an Ossein syrspirit.” Muriel shot her a look, but Sylvia continued, “It sounds rather nice.”

Then turning to the man who she thought owned the nightclub or at least had enough responsibility to offer free drinks to its patrons, the red-haired pilot asked, “Are you the manager of the Angel's Den?"

[member="James Justice"] [member="stardust"] [member="Triter Zone"]

 

[James Justice]

He had to admit, Stardust was doing a lot better than he had thought she would when given the impromptu order to dance on the pole. Ah well, she was a Twe'lik after all, and serious admiral or not, he bet it ran in their blood to a degree. Several of the other patrons began to gather around, giving cat calls and whistles. A few credit chips flew through the air and landed at her feet, or bounced off the pole. She was a hit, he had to consider letting her do this more often--perhaps even part time. He took a drink from his Reactor Core.

James chuckled and shook his head when he heard the redheaded female addressing him. He looked from Stardust to her. Guessing by the look on her face, or her companion's they weren't locals to Bar'Dor. That was fine with him, as he understood it this city of vice got a great deal of tourism. And places like his were craven enough to make even some of Nar Shaddaa's hot spots look like child's play. He could live with that, he supposed. This was freedom. This was what it felt like to not be oppressed. And sooner than later, there would be more clubs in this city under his ownership, freed from the tyranny of criminal overlords and in the hands of true freedom, not the lie of the controlling crime syndicate. But that was for another day--another day to spread his beliefs.

He offered her a smile, "I not be the manager, Miss. I be the owner." He offered her a cigarette as he let out a thick stream of smoke from his own, "Captain James Justice, head of Justice Shipping and owner of pretty much everything ye can see around ye." He paused and took a drink of his highly toxic and intoxicating drink, "what do ye think?"

[member="Sylvia Nuru"]
[member="Triter Zone"]
[member="stardust"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust in truth was nervous big kept dancing quite getting into it letting go and relaxing, what spurred her on even more was the rain of credits...something she loved very very much

So she amped it up some twirling once more and slowly bending over rthen grabbing the pole with both hands and lifting herself up as her feet touch the top of the pole and she slowly slid down it before stamodkg up again

[member="James Justice"]