[Open] Drinking with the Ravens

[Cryax Bane]

The Chiss slicer was amused as he watched [member="Jace Beleren"] and [member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"] bust some moves on the dance floor. The Red Ravens party was in full swing and after all those Cognacs, Cryax was pretty liquored up and feeling no pain.

[member="Jan VonFowl"] had gone all quiet and brooding for some reason. Maybe Cryax had gone too far and touched a nerve. He needs more drinks! The Chiss thought it was the best idea ever.

He got up from his table and noticed [member="Jace Beleren"] whispering something in the ear of [member="Anastasia Rade"]. He felt a flash of jealousy and was so distracted by the scene, he ran smack into [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], accidentally splashing his drink on her partially exposed skin.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Ket Van-Derveld"] was a presence in the back of her mind; she made a note to say hello.

[member="Seanna Vel"] got a long glance. "That it is," said Rave at last. "That it is. I heard someone say ten and a half million square feet, a full thousand security droids -- this place is impressive just about any way you measure it."

Maybe she'd caught [member="Darren Shaw"]'s eye, maybe she hadn't. He seemed to be trying to examine his own undershirt, or possibly the cleavage on some throwaway Twi'lek. Tough to tell from here, of course, but frankly, when she saw lekku and a dance club bikini, her opinion of the Third Best Hair in Sithdom ([member="Darth Janus"] first, [member="Malice Draclau"] second) decreased somewhat.

She knew that was racist; speaking as a Nightsister, she didn't especially care.

 

[Seanna Vel]

[member="Rave Merrill"]

Taking a drink of her whiskey before she even could wrap her mind around what she was hearing.

"Holy Mother of Binks did I hear you right...what they thinking having so much security droids, what they thinking of starting a dance off war with those things. ..pete sake all to hell on Hutta ..asking me they wanting trouble to find this joint..", as she put on her charming smile after she got done with that tongue full.


"Miss Vel", that all she said to end this all with herself taking the next sip of her fire whiskey..

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Lysle was quick to spy the approaching Merek. He watched him carefully as he winked to the girl who had bought him a drink, displaying what he perceived as a large, goofy grin that stretched his lips and rose his cheeks. Merek switched glasses, and his hand was about to extend. Lysle leaned into Sigourney, back resting gently between her shoulder blades as he whispered into her ear, "Talk to Morgoth. What ever these people are up to," he shot a glance to Merek, "I don't think they're going to let me avoid it." Lysle pulled away from Sigourney, and gently patted her back as he moved off a few paces ahead to meet Merek.

He took the offered hand and shook firmly, thrice. He was always taught by his grandfather to give any man a strong handshake. Neither too tight, nor too limp. There were the few and odd occasions, if you would call it that, that someone had complimented him on a handshake. He didn't take it for much; it was just a handshake after all, but it seemed some people in the galaxy liked a firm handshake. He guessed his grandfathers advice paid off, and still did for him. He drew back his hand and took the glass from Merek, he sniffed it and found no alcohol permeating from it. "Thank you," Lysle said before he took a sip. These people were quite literally paying for him to drink. Not simply paying for his beverages, nay, a portion of their pay would find itself back to Lysle. Minuscule, yes, but it was still humorous in the mind of Lysle's. He smiled thinly at this from behind the glass. "How can I help you?"


[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Sigourney Xanthius"] [member="Darth Morgoth"] [member="Selka Ventus"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

As a move of respect for those involved, Marek wasn’t touching the Force, not in any way aside from preparing for physical combat. He was naturally reflexive with the Force, but here, he wouldn’t need it. These were his kinds of people. Before Verd moved him into a position within the government, Marek wasn’t much more than a wanderer and a hired pilot and gun. Add in the Force, and well, you had someone who could do some damage.

Nowadays, however, he wasn’t worried about that. Once you got in the right place in the galaxy everything fell into place. And here he was, able to throw money around, even to those who had it, but that was more symbolic, and in good faith. The trick here, he was having to approach this as Marek Starchaser of Bright Star Entertainment, and hope to hell that [member="Selka Ventus"] has his back should Tion be thrown around. And that was part of it, discussing Red Ravens and their gambling rings in that sector of space. As well as the reverse, this was going to be interesting.

Matching [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]’s handshake, firm enough, and keeping eye contact, he was pleased the man knew what he was doing. It wasn’t a need to compliment someone, just appreciate it. “My pleasure. Some place you’ve got here.” A bit of his accent was creeping into his speech, he wasn’t always full business, and there were some hard consonants being spoken, similar to low land swamp speech on other worlds, in other galaxies. “Won’t beat around the bush, but if you’re looking to expand your operations, I know a few places you’d be welcome.” No need to discuss the stipulations yet that could come when the word of profit was put out.

And of course, his own company would want to do the reverse, and pay the royalties.

“ Have you and yours been thinking about the galaxy at large?”

He’d heard the rumors, the issues with the Black Suns. But that wasn’t what he was worried about.

 

[Cambry Owens]

It was with the utmost discomfort that Cambry found himself on the casino floor, among the well-dressed and rowdy party-goers, the dancers, the various exotic individuals to him just represented a unique opportunity to worry again about his own back. ​

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He looked completely out of place, poor guy, what with everyone else wearing draping dresses and tailored suits and the like, the spacer was wearing his flightsuit and padded vest- a pale, dark green color, spotted in places with mechanic grease and other small stains. He'd actually come through a back door, no idea whether he would've been let in by the bouncers. Either way, his helmet was on, his t-visor stared at members of the crowd as he shifted his attention around, quickly growing more and more wary as he maneuvered through the throng. He was making his way resolutely towards Lysle and more specifically Morgoth's location. Responses had arrived to both of his messages, maybe he could finally get the Sith Lord to proffer the equipment he promised. Cambry hadn't blown up a Tusken camp for nothing, after all. ​

Maybe he should be more worried about a Sith Lord, but for some reason, the black swatch of cloth at his belt nullified any kind of fear he had about this particular threat. It wasn't that he had any ill will towards the Sith - or anyone else really - but he had killed one, and without a ton of difficulty. It wasn't pride, it was just...an objective way of looking at things. ​

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Finally, he found himself at the small gathering, stepping past a rather drunk man slurring jokes at a giggling dancer, and brushed himself in a sudden self-concious attempt to look a bit more presentable. With slight hesitance, he reached up and unsealed his helmet, lifting it off and tucking it under his arm. His hair was highly askew, as it almost always was, brushed back in a sort of tousled way that looked like the opposite of neat. Seemingly aware of this, he licked his thumb and tried to flatten a flyaway strand. No luck. A shrug later and he forgot about the whole issue, looking ahead to the black-clad Lord o' the Sith, whom stood near several other individuals. When Morgoth was briefly out of conversation, Cambry cleared his throat, tilting his head with a bit of a curiously raised eyebrow.​

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[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] // [member="Marek Starchaser"] // [member="Darth Morgoth"]
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[Julm Surma]

Times were tough. The Mandalorian of Clan Skirata had once enjoyed a steady supply of credits under the employ of the Hutt Cartel and various mob bosses plaguing Nar Shaddaa, that time was over. Julm was running low on cash flow since his return to his people, he was broke and jobless fresh from Empress Teta alongside his vod'e. Strangely convenient he found himself invited alongside dozens if not hundreds of others to the Red Raven's party on Antecedent, in the belly of the beast, the Dragon Palace Casino.

Moving through the crowd the Mandalorian sought out his hosts and within moments he found one in his crosshairs, [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]. Seemingly busy amongst the sea of benefactors the Mandalorian decided to enjoy his time for the moment and wait for the Raven's second in command to free up. Navigating his way to the bar the tall human male sat down and ordered a drink, the scene reminded him heavily of his times on Nar Shaddaa under the employ of the Hutts.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa may have preened a little when he commented on the view. They were both wicked players, going through the motions and dancing the dance it was true, but that was good in some ways. It meant he likely knew the rules. She wouldn't have to worry about that awkward morning moment when he asked what was for breakfast. The answer was always 'I don't know, why don't you go back to your place and find out'.

"I suppose it's true, sometimes bigger is better."

She laughed lightly when he almost whispered the next part to her. Giving him a coy look she shrugged one shouldered before responding archly.

"Oh I think you'll do."

A favour? He felt she'd earned a favour, oh this night was going splendidly. For someone who couldn't tell you their ultimate goals, who didn't have an end point, who was scrabbling only with a vague notion to ascend, to climb, to be. A favour was very, very good. Of course this wasn't a true I owe you my life sort of favour, but if she worded it just so, whether the accepting or the refusing, it was just as useful to her. No pressure then, think fast, one couldn't appear to pause or be thinking it over too deeply. He didn't mean it in a serious fashion, if she appeared to take it as such, points would be docked.

The twi'lek opened her mouth to reply-

-and was run into by a rather drunk Chiss who also managed to spill his drink on her.

She'd seen this one around though, he was no random wandered in off the street. In fact, since this was one girl who did at least some of her homework, she even knew he was the Secretary of the Ravens. She didn't know his name or details, since she'd only asked one of the serving girls in an offhand fashion who was who when she'd first arrived. It didn't do to look too interested after all.

So she did not freak out or go into any sort of pyrotechnic display, metaphorical or literal. What she did do was laugh as she made sure the man was steady on his feet now as she commented in an off-handed fashion.

"And that's the other reason I don't bother too wear too many clothes to events like this. Skin and leather are easy to wipe off, imagine if I'd invested in a real dress."

She winked saucily as she ran a finger through the liquid on her skin and tasted it.

"At least you have good taste!"

This was all right. This was just fine. It was not a disaster. It was an opportunity. Now she knew two people in the upper echelons. Good. Fan. Tastic. Another good reason to keep her lekku artfully bound. No errant twitches. Her face and voice and even the upper level of her thoughts was under strict control when she was in work mode, even when work was fun. She'd never been good at lying with her lekku though.

[member="Darren Shaw"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Jan VonFowl]

I rolled my eyes as Cryax walked off, attempting to get me another drink. Of course, he very gracefully crashed straight into Chiasa. Nice job, Slick. And that was why I didn't drink much. Not that I didn't like to, but more because I couldn't stand to lose my dexterity. It was, besides a couple billion credits in the bank, and a great deal of fun gadgets, all I had.

I looked for Jen again, and saw her looking around the room, slightly disinterested. To be fair, I had tried to catch her attention when she walked in, but she'd been looking almost through me. I got up, and leaned on the table, surveying the rest of the room. Of the Ravens, I recognized most. Chiasa, Cryax, and Jen i'd met personally, but I also knew Lord Shaw, Lysle, and Sigourney Xanthius by sight. I was willing to bet that Sebastion was around here, too, but I hadn't seen him, yet.

I sighed, and shrugged to myself. I could have gone and socialized, but I was a little bit sick of adult company. Somehow, I didn't count Cryax in that, and possibly rightly so, with how he was careening about. Fingering the hilt of my lightsaber, I thought about what to do. Sure, I could play cards and probably win, but I had nobody familiar to play with.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member='Jen']

 

[Jen]

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Jennifer had considered that some people could, such as Frederick did, have accidently mistaken her for the other gender if she went to wear the suit. But considering the time, this modern day they were living in with such a vast variety of people she did not believe it was a problem, actually, if one were to inspect her further they would find that the suit was probably one made for women. Frederick was excused though, it was hard to get a proper glance at people in here.

It became apparent to Frederick that the person to his left wasn't of male gender when Jennifer turned her gaze towards him, glancing up and down the bar they were both sitting at: she couldn't find anyone she knew.

The booming music, flashing lights and hectic masses of people running around on the dancing floor behind her made her unable to spot any, even Jan which had tried to get eye contact with her. Not a single familiar face around, she should go search for one. Or? No that man did look familiar. She looked up towards Frederick which seemed to had just glanced towards her as well. Where had she seen him before? Ah yes, from the latest issue of Chronus Magazine, he had been featured there. Right on the frontpage, had he not?

"Aah, ermm, Sir? You wouldn't happen to be Mister King? Would you?" She flashed him a quick smile, turning to face him while still leaning the bar: "I believe I saw you in the latest issue of Chronus, you helped out with funding Wrestle Mechanics, yea?"

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[member="Frederick King"] :: [member="Jan VonFowl"]​

 

[Raziel]

Maneuvering himself for a good view, Raziel placed his hand on the railing and leant out a little. He kept his head half-tone towards his new friends, feigning interest in the topic. Some form of local sport; he skimmed enough surface thoughts to throw in some opinions every now and again. It had taken him a few minutes to manipulate his cover into coming up here on a balcony, in the end it had taken spotting a group of twenty-somethings grouped by the railing and pointing them out.

The underworld thugs and penny pushers weren't the same as normal people. They didn't have the same fears and concerns that led most people into sedentary and safe lifestyles in offices and apartment blocks. Raziel knew, he'd been a part of that world for so long. Not a part that made decisions, granted. A small gang of purse cutters, the Hutt cartel, a Sith enclave - they'd all simply used him for their own purposes.

Working for Spynet hadn't made him a different person, but seeing the advanced technology and remarkable organisation had taught him one thing: to respect information. So many minds here, confident and well lubricated with alcohol. This was their home, of course they felt safe spouting information here.

Raziel's keen eyes watched the motions of the crowd below. He took the picture in as a whole: groups of people formed, coalesced and broke up. Then he turned to the individuals, noting faces, demeanours, body language. Two figures stood out. [member="Darren Shaw"] he recalled the name with his near-eidetic memory, sifting through his mind map of Spynet files. The Sith had returned to ACA space and claimed a spot with the Knights Obsidian. What was he doing here? The Spymaster mused. He made a mental note to have cyber start to track his movements and communications.

[member="Rave Merrill"] an interesting addition, but not entirely surprising. Known to travel the galaxy looking to flog her wares. He moved the front of his shirt uncomfortably, the amulet may well have been purchased from the master alchemist, he'd never checked where Spynet had sourced them from.

Mr Starchaser was doing his usual meet-and-greet routine. Obviously they'd need to arrange a debriefing. They'd need to keep a closer eye on his movements outside ACA space now. Couldn't have the power behind the new government being subverted when out from under their nose now could they?

He peered around at the security droids when one of the group pointed towards an altercation on the far side of the bar. Well-organised, well-funded. Whilst he'd sorely like a little ingress into the back rooms, tonight wasn't a good opportunity. Perhaps though, he would soon arrange a little surprise for the Ravens. If Spynet could Stoke the fire between them and the Sun, they could completely destabilise the region of space to their East. So many thoughts and plots crossing his mind in a tangled web of strands. This whole operation was going to be.... Enjoyable.

 

[Jan VonFowl]

I gave up on waiting for Jen to come over, or for Cryax to come back. It had gotten so crowded in the last few minutes, I couldn't even see them. I shrugged, and walked to the bar. I sat down, ordered a gigantic freaking milkshake, and waited. Looking up and down the bar, I laughed when I realized Jen was sitting.... right next to me. Her suit had confused me for a second, like before, but there she was.

"Do you know, I have the strangest sense of deja vu..."

I grinned, and waited for the probable recognition of my voice.

[member="Jen"] [member='Frederick King']

 

[Cryax Bane]

Astonishment on his face, the drunken Chiss fumbled around for some napkins. A fiesty R5 unit rolled up and handed him one, whirring something along the lines of "Told you so," in Droid. Then he looked back at the nearly naked [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] and gulped. Searching her face with his glowing red eyes, he winced, fully expecting a hard slap across the cheek. And deservedly so. This was twice he had publicly spilled drinks and the night was still young. If he was going to keep his cred with his fellow Ravens he needed to learn how to hold his liquor.

Surprisingly the Twi'lek bombshell just laughed and played it off with a smooth, saucy move. And suddenly he felt like he needed a cold shower. Easy there, Cryax. No need to broadcast to the whole room just how much a quivering mass of jelly he was around pretty girls.

"I am SO sorry," he apologized profusely, handing her a few napkins. "That was extremely rude of me," he smiled at her warmly. "I'm Cryax Bane, Ravens Secretary." he put his empty glass down on the R5 bar droid and stuck out his hand.

Maybe he could invite her to join him in the booth he had been sharing with [member="Jan VonFowl"]. But Jan wasn't sitting there anymore. Had he been boring the other slicer that much? Cryax frowned drunkenly.

Out of his eye, he spied [member="Darren Shaw"] with whom she had been talking before he collided with her. He knew the guy as one of the Ravens top brass, like himself. He swallowed audibly. Hopefully he hadn't just drenched the guy's girlfriend in Cognac. If so, it sure was going to be an awkward day at the office tomorrow.

 

[Garza]

Apparently I was "good enough" She knew how to play this game. One of words and actions that would be completely different. She was about to speak in return to the favor when a Chiss, small, thin, and from the smells of his body, he was drunk, sweaty, and clearly looking for more of both. Though through what means of acquiring either of those, I had no clue. Looking down at the young man, I could see clearly that this was not one of the situations he would want to be in. He tried talking to her but sounded somewhat like a bloody idiot.

Removing my arm from around the orange skinned twi'lek, I placed them on the man's shoulders to steady him. "Woah relax man. Grab a drink and sit down. Don't want you to throw up on people to your already spilling of nice drinks. Turning to the twi'lek as she used her finger to take a small bit of the liquor and take a taste. Clearly she was trying to be even more seductive to a drunk man. Now either that was sad, or she was trying way to hard to make me jealous. Like that would happen.

Looking to the man as he almost looked at me in fear, I shook him a little "Dude, you are fine. Mistakes happen." Turning to the orange skinned twi'lek, I spoke to her with a smile, clearly taking hold of the situation and manipulating it to my desires. "I have a feeling that you two would just match. Maybe you young ones should go and play around. Both of you seem to like the same drinks. Might as well find out more that you may like of each other." Looking up to see the chiss, I could see over his shoulder [member="Raziel"], Informant, Spy, and clearly good at his job, I smiled and nodded my head once to him. Already knowing that all of this somehow was being recorded, and probably was being recorded after this party ended to see what my motives were. I would have to watch my step.

It was not even that much of a glance off to my right that I could see two rather influential people standing together talking about something. One was [member="Rave Merrill"]. She was a powerful woman be it with a weapon in her hand, or an Alchemy trinket. She was not a woman to be simply messed with and then thrown away with no thought of her coming back. [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] was close to her, A rather fine looking suit. a striped power tie, and clearly was in a more formal tone with everything. Not so much of a Party tone. I had my doubts about him, but doubting that he did not have a funny or any form of a party bone in his body was very evident.

More to say, a turn of the head in the other direction sent me to look at two business tycoons. [member="Marek Starchaser"], and [member="Selka Ventus"]. Both were powerful not so much in the physical aspect, but more in the business, and politics department. If there are two people who I would rather not have a debate against, the top would be both of them. However, I respected all the people I saw. Each and every one of them had worked to get where they are, and deserve the respect, as well as the fear of their names.

Looking back down at the chiss, I smiled. Winking to him, "How about you show this nice lady what a good night really is." I leanded forward and whispered only to him, "Just don't spill your drinks until you are inside the bedroom for me mate. Then you might last longer." I tapped the side of his arm and turned around to grab my drink from the counter. Looking to the rather wet, and scantly dressed Twi'lek, "Young man here deserves something nice. I think you can help him with that yeah? And yes, this is my favor. I give you a man to play with. Do whatever you wish."

I didn't touch her shoulders or her center of body because she was rather sticky with alcohol on her. So I opted for a pat with my hand on the side of he cheek. "Just don't break the young man, he needs to work tomorrow." Smiling at the both of them, This is where I would have to take a small leave to where I could talk to people who had a more serious tone of where they had come from. While the both of them I would enjoy talking, or doing more with, the both of them, I was not opted to do it in a place that was public, watched as well as so open that I would expose everything about myself. Some of my image needed to be protected, as well as those I worked with. If word got out that someone who was in a high position of power had a little shake in the bed with someone who was not quite as high on the totem poll, Then that would tarnish what I already have.

Which apparently was not much to begin with.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Cryax Bane"],

 

[Anastasia Rade]

She wasn't sure, but it sounded as if he was trying to impress her by telling her he had a room upstairs. It was either that or he was trying to get her to suggest they go up there. It was either way no happening.

The phase of her life where she needed something, anything just to feel something and take the pain away was over. Sure the pain was still there but she found more productive things to do such as bake. Drinking all night hadn't been getting her anywhere. "Oh, so your a Raven. How lucky am I? I'm here looking for work cause a girl's gotta eat. I was hoping the Ravens could help me." She smiled lightly taking a sip of her drink.

"Neither, I'm a witch. I can assume your a Sith? I'm just guessing because I can't see a Jedi getting involved in such activities."

She herself wasn't a huge fan of such activities but this was something and a start. Ana wasn't planning on becoming a hit woman but it someone needed backup for a job she wasn't totally against she may be for that.

[member="Jace Beleren"]

 

[Frederick King]

In the fragment of a second their eyes had met before parting ways, it was relatively easy to tell that the young man sitting next to him had little, to no actual interest in King himself. He stared past, and over him, in order to examine the rest of the clientele sitting at the bar with them, appearing to look for someone or another. Out of consideration, King had leaned his body forward for a few moments, trying to give the man a better view of whoever he was looking for, while he himself took this opportunity to examine the man from head to toe. His lightly colored hair, and feminine facial features left little to the imagination when it came to the mans age, while making it somewhat harder to tell if he truly was a man like he first thought. The suit he was wearing seemed to be form fitting, if a bit odd in certain parts. No doubt it was custom made, and of rather good quality he assumed, from what little he could discern in the bad lighting. The son of a executive, or a mob boss, he assumed all things considered. He would be hard pressed to think of another reason he was allowed to drink at the bar, let alone be granted entry into the resort. Even so, not the smartest decision taken by the administration to allow him entry as far as King was concerned. It wouldn't be exceptionally hard to look into a case of a rather well known minor illegally drinking in an establishment to somehow find a thing or another to bring down the Casino.

When the young man finally spoke however, King was taken aback for a few moments at her gentle and melodious tone of voice, removing all doubts from his mind regarding her gender. His lips curled into a pleasant smile towards the girl when she addressed him, content with the knowledge that he did not waste neither time, nor resources, on trying to get himself onto that damn magazine. If for nothing else, he at least seemed to get his name out there. "Indeed I am, and that I did. I apologize for being brash lass, but mind if you shared your name as well? Only fair I knew yours, I'd say." He spoke in a gentle tone, loud enough to be heard, as he turned around in his seat to face the young woman properly and straighten his posture. Giving a passing glance at the man that now sat next to them and began speaking, he quickly turned his attention back to the girl in front of him.

[member="Jen"]
[member="Jan VonFowl"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

The Chiss was cute, in a way that only those who were terribly bad with women could be. Rather drunk at the moment for her taste, it would be cruel to play with him too much. Polite and kind would do for now she though as she accepted his hand.

"Chiasa Kritivaas."

No title or position to add afterwards yet, how sad. One couldn't even say something like 'professional', that would definitely get misconstrued.

In fact it may have been anyway the way she was handed her over to the Chiss like some, some, some thing. A possession to be passed around. That was.. Infuriating. And for him to behave as if he was doing her a favour? This was.. disrespectful. Chiasa was most vexed, and this would likely not be forgotten. But now was not the time.

I could get Sparky to singe his pretty hair, that would be fun.

Just the thought was enough to cement her iron control. With a slight smile as she reached for the napkins, and the glass of water the bartender slid across to her, she started dabbing off the spilled drink.

"I always have good nights, it comes from surrounding myself with the right sort of people. Have a good evening."

She commented mildly, not petty enough to pull away from the pat on the cheek, but turning back to the Chiss when he was done. It was clearly a dismissal. Vain little peacocks did not take slights real or perceived particularly well.

"It wasn't rude, it was an accident. Don't worry about it, it wipes off. Secretary? Well! This means you'll have to write nice things about me in the minutes of course."

She smiled to show she was joking. Or mostly joking.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Darren Shaw"]

 

[Meraki Stomm II]

Having been kicked out of the casino mercilessly before, Stomm's reaction to the takeover was at best relieved. Despite his second chance at prowling the social hive for well-known groups, his attitude remained unchanged, more juvenile than before. Of course his weapons had been disabled automatically by the scanners, but in a city where killing group members only lowers your chance of survival, Meraki didn't need them.
"Barkeep, I'll take your tallest glass of brinebrew. Anything to erase the past few days..." His honesty was true to it's name; the past week in the sector had been unmistakable hell. Both factions dropped out of trade negotiations because of a personal affair. Meraki, void of real emotion, saw the obelisks as mere obstacles, to be triumphed. Humanoid communication was deemed simple by the Trandoshan race in prejudgment before the Galactic Civil War, years ago.
Upon receiving the beverage, the negotiator scrambled for his change of credits, pulling out his C.I.N.S. ID card and placing it on the bar. When a Twi'lek female sitting at the bar noticed he was a negotiator, she merely grinned. "We're the new bounty hunters..."
He took several uneasy sips from the glass before realizing that he always drunk brinebrew with Wookie blood.

 

[Manidark Zail]

Zail seemed out of place as usual in the casino, a man who did not want to drink, couldn't or else people would die. He had a major drinking problem and was trying to quit, because when he drank, doom followed. So Dark, scrolled around clad in his post-mandalore armor fully intact, his weapons were available for use, his ship along with his newly jawa friend were all systems go, Zail needed a mission so looking around the crowded and extremely busy casino, Zail sat at a both and ordered a drink. With a million thoughts going though his head, he told the bartender to give him just a cola with a lime, got a look he didn't like and stood up to the man and trying not to show his anger said.

"You got a problem? Just because everyone else is karking drinking and boozing doesn't mean I shall I like my mind clear, or else I can take you outside and have you replaced, pretty easy ok? Got it? Good".

The tender eyes dropped and Zail, knowing this would occur allowed the man to walk back to his duties. He deeply wanted to go do something, something big that would greatly benefit the Ravens. So after having his drink and cigarette, he glanced over and saw Lysle going about his usual practices, gave him a com notice and asked.

"Master Lysle, I am looking for a assassin job, The Black Suns will surely strike back, I require a new sniper rifle and thermal grenades, and I will strike down someone of importance just give me a vector and if anyone cares to join me that would be nice". asking this was hard.

Zail wanted a response to take him away, to kill someone that could harm us, into space where he loved.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Jace Beleren]

"A witch you say?" A look a surprise quickly spread across Jace's face but was just as quickly suppressed. "Can't say I've seen many before." He took another swig from his glass, "So what's someone like you doing out here?"

[member="Anastasia Rade"]