Opening Night at the Vixen's Vantage

[Celiana]

Spoiler

Opening night for my new club, never thought I'd be an owner of a club on account of being a Jedi and all but operations took me all over the place and to be honest. As much as I may hate Trip Zip sometimes it was as much home as Eshan. But there were....troubling reports of an organization I'd only heard of through other people based out of Coruscant. To be honest, I didn't like what I'd heard. I'd come to Triple Z a while back to investigate reports of an investigative Jedi shadowing this organization's agents. His comm signal had been left on which had brought me here.

Yet in three months I hadn't heard anything. Plus after Eshan....I needed to be someplace I could truly disappear. Money and connections had hooked up this little home of sorts...The Vixen's Vantage. I'd put out job openings for bartenders, bussers, dancers and more. I knew some dancers would show, I used to be one and I'd put word out on the streets that if you were looking to have a safe place to dance then The Vixen's Vantage was for you. As it stood I'd wanted to do something to empower the women of Triple Zero I figured dancing, making tips AND having the owner be a trained Jedi and assassin watching your back couldn't hurt my chances of having loyalty.

I sat in the office on the main floor and sipped Corellian whisky. Sliding my feet off the desk I headed out into the main lounge and looking at the server droid I said "Open those doors wide and let em' in!" The HK's would discreetly patrol inside and out and I foresaw a night of possibilities. As it happened I'd been becoming ever more of a rogue element among The Silver Jedi, perhaps this was my escape plan if I needed one... For now I headed down to the floor to get a refill for my drink....

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[Vaulkhar]

"Of all the places to go..."

Vaulkhar sat silently in a beautiful, obsidian, stretch limo. His arms crossed over his chest as he stared out the window to the streets below. For whatever reason, an invitation to the club had found its way into the hands of the Sith Lord. Perhaps it was sent by accident? While it did not contain his name or personal information, the assumption was there that the club's opening night was open invitation. If not, a small fortune could easily be placed into the hands of whoever needed it in order from him to get in. At one point he found such social gatherings tedious. He preferred the open field of combat, where one could test their abilities whilst surrounded by dangers. Time and years of horrific nightmares appeared to change that. Breaks such as a night out at the club were needed.

The limo descended lower, falling in line behind whatever other speeders and ships were there. When it was eventually Vaulkhar's turn to depart, his chauffeur exited the vehicle and moved towards his door. The droid tugged it open and allowed Vaulkhar to step out uninhibited. The 6'0 (182.88 m) halfbreed strode towards the club in a finely tailored, three piece black suit. Unbothered by the bouncer, he stepped inside and peered about with a hint of curiosity. The club was filling, music was playing loud and proud while the dancers did what they did best. It was a rather extravagant showing, one he had grown used to with the empire.

After briefly getting a feel for the club, he strode towards the bar and ordered himself a drink. He pressed his back against the bar while continuing to familiarize himself with his surroundings. Perhaps his actions were bordering paranoia, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Though his identity was not widely known among the galaxy, the chance of running into the more informed jedi or bounty hunter was always possible. His body spun back to the bar as the glass was set down before him. The Prince offered a nod to the tender before sliding him the credits owed. His finger slipped into the glass, testing for poisons. After ensuring the beverage was clear, he took a sip and returned to searching for something to capture his attention.

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[Abaigeal E'ron]

Nightclub never truly go pumping until after midnight, and by then those that had come had already partaken in plenty of drinks. They generally don’t last the night out peaking too soon and simply vanish into the night and go home the worse for wear. The chronometer clicked over passing the time into the next day and the elevator doors opened and Abaigeal walked out into the scene. It had been a while since she allowed herself to let her hair down, and she felt relaxed for allowing herself this indulgence to let off a bit of steam, she had to or else everything she truly dedicated herself to would suffer for it. It was good mental health therapy, that is what she told herself.

And for one night it was nice to not have that thin film of grim of the lower levels on her skin, and to dress up like a woman for a change. Not that she did mind her usual attire, it just made her feel good, there was nothing wrong with that.

The dancers took centre stage, entertaining the patrons, the bar was lined with three rows of people vying for the attention of the bar tender, so business was good tonight with people coming out to trying out this new club. The thing about clubs like this, with the chance of meeting people you would not normally, is that it is a good way to network. Sometimes it pays off, sometime not, but either way it is never a waste.

The club had a nice atmosphere, nothing in the large spreading room suggested anything other than fun and so Abaigeal made her way in toward the tables and found one empty which she took up and sat awaiting table service. Before long, her cocktail order was taken and delivered, a long glass of ice cold Tatoonie Sunrise.

For now, she simply enjoyed sipping on her drink and taking in the show and wondered what the night might bring.

[member="Celiana"] | [member="Vaulkhar"]​

 

[Celiana]

As it stood I had gotten scary good at using Force Cloak. Walking through my club soundlessly...leather pants, tight in all the right places. A red top, showing off a bit of skin and my harness where my sabers hung freely. Bouncing against my upper thighs. There was a gentleman at the bar in what appeared to be a three-piece suit. A tag extravagant for the lower city but still not nearly the strangest thing I'd seen down here...Dropping out of my Force Cloak I tapped one of my bartenders Charlie on the shoulder. Speaking into her ear I said "make sure the guy in the fancy suit doesn't get tagged for pickpockets. Let him know to watch out down here, also get him a round on me." Charlie looked at me, nodded and gave me a big thumbs up.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman come in looking a little...unpracticed maybe? Could be she hadn't been out in awhile either...I wasn't one to judge, until recently neither had I. Picking up a tray with some cocktails and drinks I walked over and meeting the woman's gaze I said "Tatooine Sunrise, great choice! Can I get you another one?" There was something about the gentleman at the bar and this woman.....They both had seen things. The woman seemed to carry herself almost like an ex-cop, Coruscant vice maybe. Perhaps even spec-ops....The man in the suit at the bar...he carried himself with a walk that spoke of someone who'd walked battlefields but had emerged as noble as when he'd entered.

It was how they moved, I was Echani movement was one of the ways I read people...For now though I was interested in this woman, she moved as though a cop who hadn't gotten a break in a good week. I was interested in Police, bounty hunters, slicers...the whole lot. I needed to start building my network of informants and allies. What better place to acquire new talent than in a club you own?

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Boss lady said warn the man...She had a good heart or well...better than most. Looking at the guy who was sipping his drink he'd already paid for I waited til' he'd finished his sip before tapping him politely on the shoulder. "s'cuse me Mr. I'm supposed to let y'know that yer....hmmm how do I say this nice like? Well to keep things real mister, yer kinda a mark. Most folk don't come down here dressed all nice like you and boss lady told me to let y'know that on account of her wanting her patrons safe and whatnot. Oh yeah! She also said I'm supposed to give ya a drink free on the house. She recommends The Corellian whisky, it's kinda her thing but hand on my hear tI don't know where she gets stuff this good on Triple Z."

"In any case Mister whenever you're good to grab a second drink come grab me at the bar, M'name's Charlie."

[member="Vaulkhar"] ~[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

 

[Maverick Wallen]

Maverick needed a break, he decided to head to the club dressed like he always is, a full black cloak and body armor, a helmet and mask as well. Looking around inside the bar he was quite pleased, he sat at the bar and ordered hard liquor. While sitting he saw many familiar faces, the music and energy of the room got him energetic. He would walk all around the place, talking to former friends and employers. His eyes would be searching and he spotted @Vaulkhar. Watching him test the drink he would laugh and went to the bar and sat near him and ordered another drink.

[member="Celiana"] | [member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

 

[Arekk]

N/A​

 

[Celiana]

Sidling over to the bloke who was chatting with the bar droid. I started the process of frosting the glasses, I'd caught his comment to the droid and was curious.... Dancing over I cleared my throat I said "S'cuse me!" looking at his glass I snatched it 'fore he could take a drink. Chucking it down the drain I said "Sorry about your drink there mister, buuuut you REALLY didn't want to drink that. Bartending droids never get the ratios right. Plus he mixed the drink wrong." Smiling at him I asked "So Mister...watcha drinkin'? I make some of the best drinks on lower Trip Zip. Name's Charlie by the way, gotta say though I'm curious about you sayin' ye' know the boss lady. Maybe tell me about it as I get yer drink fixed up?"

I saw the bartending droids' plight, I needed to probably see about updating their customer service demeanor. Thankfully Charlie danced on over and started work on fixing the problem, I'd seen another gent walk in and sit at the bar. Dark cloak, dark armor... Long as he didn't start shooting up the place we'd be fine... As it stood I wanted to know more about the people in my club...The table I was sitting at currently had what to me seemed former cop there all dolled up for a night out. I tapped out a message to Charlie at the bar...there was something about the guy she was chatting up....A Force presence I knew but couldn't identify. "Charlie, that guy you're chatting with at the bar, find out more about him. I get the sense I know him..." For now I'd wait and chat up the maybe cop lady. I saw Charlie hold up a hand and flash the hang loose sign, good she got the message.

[member="Arekk"] ~[member="Maverick Wallen"] ~ [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] ~ [member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Arekk]

N/A​

 

[Abaigeal E'ron]

"Thank you", he said as her drink arrived, delivered by a young girl. "Yes the drink is very refreshing, but I will sit on this one for the time being". Geal was not here to get drunk, but enjoy herself. She was pleased to have got this table as the club quickly filled with people and it was standing room only now.

"The new club looks good, and busy", which is great for the owner of course. Abaigeal took notice of the young girl, something familiar about her. It was not that she knew her but the sense of the force through her told her enough that she was Jedi. That... and the saber attached to her hip. She must be very sure of herself, Abaigeal does not carry hers because it will always bring her unwanted attention. The Imps in these parts are not fond of force users.

She noticed the girl in communication with someone, as she looked over to the bar, her eyes followed to partly see some guys sitting at the bar. She was giving orders for more drinks and noticed a waitress jump to immediately fulfill them. "You the manager of this place .. or the owner", she grinned, the woman clearly had a vested interested in the procedures.


[member="Arekk"] | [member="Celiana"] | [member="Maverick Wallen"] | [member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Celiana]

Smiling as the young woman noticed me giving Charlie orders she asked if I was the manager or owner. Pulling out a handrolled rankweed cigarette from behind my ear I smiled, wolfish teeth showing. "Both actually, so it's good to know my bartender makes drinks my customers actually enjoy. Have to ask though, you a former cop? Coruscant Vice maybe? You carry yourself like someone who does that kind of work....And to be honest it's nice to make all sorts of friends." Flicking my thumb and index finger in a snap I channeled The Force into pyrokinesis and lit my rankweed cigarrete. Over at the bar I could see the guy slurking back his alcohol like water... Hopefully that'd not end up in a brawl.

He certainly had a vested interest in her. Old ex maybe? Smiles on Charlie, looking at him I said "Celiana must like you then for you to know her name. She'd also insist on her friends enjoying the alcohol a bit slower there mister." He asked if she was around. "Yeah she headed out onto the floor right as you were coming up here. She has a way of just appearing places in here, kinda spooky to be honest... She said if anyone was to ask for her by name I was to pour you top shelf Corellian whisky, and to be sure they enjoyed it while they waited."

Pouring him his drink I waited until he reached for it then slapped his hand really quick. "Sip it slow there Mister, she said to make sure you enjoy it. She'll have finished with whatever she's doing and be back in a jiff, and she'll want a sip of the whiskey too. I'm tellin' ya it's spooky, nobody ever gets to the bottom of glasses she has me pour before she comes back to get her sip and talk with people. It's like she knows EXACTLY when to pop back by."

[member="Abaigeal E'ron"] ~ [member="Arekk"] ~ [member="Maverick Wallen"] ~ [member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar enjoyed his drink in silence as he peered about the room. The arrival of the club's owner did not go unnoticed, but he took no actions. He instead nursed his drink while considering the night before him. If things went well he'd have a drink or two and depart unbothered from the club. It was best case scenario for all social gatherings. The dream died however when the bartender had motioned for his attention and spoke to him. Vaulkhar stared at him in stoic silence as he considered the statement. Him a mark? It checked out given his obvious wealth, but he had grown accustomed to the common imperial rabble recognizing him for who he was. Things were of course different on Coruscant, which deeply annoyed him.

"I am not concerned about it. If someone were to make the move, I'm sure I'd be fine," Vaulkhar spoke matter of factly, fully confident in his ability. "Either way, bring me whatever your boss recommended. The choice is mostly irrelevant."

He awaited the arrival of his drink before taking it and moving away from the bar. The presence of a man so deep in the bottle left him seeking somewhere else to relax for the evening. A small booth on the wall was claimed as Vaulkhar sat down, the drink before him. While the booth fit others, he reclined into a more comfortable position on his side of the table. He took a sip of the drink and nodded to himself.

"Not a bad drink."

[member="Celiana"] | [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] | [member="Arekk"] | [member="Maverick Wallen"]​

 

[Maverick Wallen]

Watching the patron leave, Maverick noticed the owner. He decided to go introduce himself when it was over. Drinking, the bartender would grab him another drink. Shaking his head Maverick would say, “I am sorry but that will be all for me.” Getting up he walked around a little, his sight on the owner. Aimlessly wandering around is what he was doing at this point. His sight fell upon [member="Celiana"] and he walked over. “Hello, are you the owner of this establishment?”

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[Cyra Ren]

Location: The Vixen's Vantage, Coruscant
Post: 1

Another stretch limo approached the entrance of the club. When it pulled up at the door, Cyra emerged from within, garbed in a scandalously seductive black mini-dress, ready to enjoy herself at the grand opening. A pair of jaw droppingly gorgeous Lethan Twi'lek slave girls, garbed in expensive jewelery and rediculously skimpy metal bikinis came out of the limo after her, the pair of them taking one of Cyra's arm's each as they escorted her inside. She liked to flaunt her wealth and apparant prestige, after all, and a pair of slaves like hers were more than ideal for such.

When they entered the club, Cyra and her slaves helped themselves to a large, comfortable VIP booth after she flashed her VIP pass and a generous tip of credits to the bouncer on duty, who swiftly removed the velvet rope barring their entry before replacing it once they'd sat down. Cyra waved over one of the waiters, ordering herself and her slaves some drinks. "Red wine for all three of us, thank you. And send my compliments to the owner of this establishment. It seems like quite the place! I'd very much like to say hello, if they have the time."

[member="Celiana"]
[member="Vaulkhar"]
[member="Maverick Wallen"]
[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]
[member="Arekk"]

 

[Celiana]

Sighing I looked at the woman I'd been speaking with. Glancing at the newcomer in black cloak and armor I pulled a slip from my back pocket and handed it to the woman I'd been speaking with. As I rose I leaned in and whispered "Find me later I'm interested in chatting more." Tracing my nails across her arm as I left I looked to the newcomer. "Aye I'm the owner, what can I help you with sir?" He certainly looked the part of potentially a bounty hunter. My eyes flicked over his frame and I didn't see any weapons, that didn't say much though. Force knew e could be carrying Feth knew what in that cloak. Plus armor wasn't always armor it was possible his armor had hidden weaponry on it too...

A couple...wow.....well dressed or underdressed women came in. The droids moved into a discreet alcove by them and I saw the red charge go on in their photoreceptors. They were observing and providing security but I still didn't like them. They gave me the jankies. In any case I was waved over and picked up a bottle of Celiana's favorite wine and headed over to the table. They ordered the wine and tapping a hidden button on the marble table. The top slid open and frosted glasses popped up. Ejecting the corkscrew fro my gauntlet I popped open the wine and poured them each a glass. "Echani Cherry wine, a favorite of the owner. As for compliments odds are she'll find you soon enough. She's makin' the rounds right now but I'll make sure to point y'all out to her and make sure she know you'd like to meet."

I walked with the man as he explained what he was interested in. I saw Charlie gesturing to me then the ladies she'd just poured wine for, then to the bar where she made a gesture of smoking. So expensive taste ladies and smoking guy at the bar. Got it, at the very least I'd run into someone who looked like they could handle themselves. I needed allies, bounty hunters and rogues was a great place to start. Though I felt The Force coming from him, the woman I'd been speaking with, and the lady sipping her wine. Then from the bar area as well though....jaded, unused Force presence. As we walked towards the table with the wine women I listened to what the man had to say. I was intrigued by the mix of people with Force Sensitivity here.... I could smell the Echani Cherry wine from here, even through the smoke and sweat of other patrons in the bar.

The alterations to my body allowed for hearing things across a club filled with bass, not to mention the subtle scent of wine and alcohols. Someone was sipping a drink of my personal collection of Corellian whisky at the bar, right by where Charlie had gestured. So, looked like someone from my past had popped by. Question was who? I'd find out in a bit, ownership meant making the rounds. Though I'd for sure be meeting whoever it was at the bar.

[member="Cyra Ren"] ~ [member="Maverick Wallen"] ~ [member="Vaulkhar"] ~ [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] ~ [member="Arekk"]

 

[Maverick Wallen]

"I would like to inquire about your club, what makes it different from all others?" Maverick would relax, it would stop him from hiding his force. Realizing his mistake he would hide it. "Why did you create this place and what is your aim with it?" Maverick wasn't doing well he isn't good at small talk, he is praying she didn't realize his 'ourburst'.

[member="Celiana"] [member="Arekk"] [member="Cyra Ren"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

 

[Abaigeal E'ron]

It was a curiosity that this young woman had pinned her as a cop or something similar in authority, it was the last thing Geal was or had ever been. Maybe the way she held herself was an old remnant when she was in the Order, a Jedi that had remained with her. Geal grinned at this question and simply shook her head in the negative, however she was not about to divulge any information about herself, not in these early hours of the night and to someone she had only just met. "Maybe once upon a time", she simply said as her answer.

There would be no real opportunity to speak further on the matter, or even inquire about the purpose of the young woman, tonight was not the fitting place for it. Too many ears, too many eyes to warrant a conversation of the kind. Geal raised her glass to the young woman, her attention much sort after which is to be expected considering the event of the night. She had to make the rounds, and no doubt would have to do that every night in this line of business.

But that was fine, Geal was here to relax and see what the night brings after all.

For the moment, she was content to 'people watch', and sip her drink which was very refreshing to the tongue. "Of course", she replied as the young woman excused herself to attend to other patrons.

Her eyes lingered on the back of a man at the bar, shoulders slumped over and on his way to oblivion through the drink. Must be trying to find answers to some questions written on the bottom of the glass, she knew from experience the answers are never there, just more questions. But the only way to realise this is to do it, and do it with a strong sense of character. Never at half measure.

[member="Maverick Wallen"] | [member="Celiana"] | [member="Cyra Ren"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Arekk"] ​

 

[Vaulkhar]

Music blared and bodies moved as the evening continued in full swing. While he was never personally the club type, there was definitely something enticing about his surroundings. Perhaps it was the presence of so many with no idea who he was, or maybe it was the tension at being discovered at any moment for his ties to the empire. The likelihood of such was next to impossible. With every mission the prince had handled, his identity had remained a secret. All but one... though, with the death of the Mandalorian Commander at the hands of an antimatter bomb, his secrets were safe. With little to truly be concerned about, Vaulkhar decided to instead turn his attention outward to the many people who moved about the club.

Dancers, musicians, staff and guests all mingled indiscriminately. It was a change of pace, but one he enjoyed. As he scanned the crowds from his isolated booth, his attention fell on what he imagined to be the owner. She carried herself with the measured gait of a warrior. Rather than look away, he opted to instead stare her down for several seconds and familiarize himself with her mannerisms.

After a suitable span of time, his gaze drifted to the rogue Jedi she was formerly speaking to. Vaulkhar tilted his head to the side and allowed himself a moment to study her as well. Likely human, she wasn't far off in regards to the owner in terms of how she maintained herself. In comparison, Vaulkhar lounged about lazily and appeared as aloof as outwardly possible. The Sith Lord's presence and abilities were masked and hidden away to appear as disinteresting as possible. Rarely did he get the opportunity to be a nobody.

If only his damn eyes didn't give it all away.

[member="Abaigeal E'ron"] | [member="Celiana"] | [member="Cyra Ren"] | [member="Maverick Wallen"]​

 

[Celiana]

As the figure in black cloak asked me questions I made my way towards the scantily clad women. His questions were....direct, they lacked tact. Buuut it took far more than that to offend me so I let it slide. Addressing his questions I said "Well I'd like to think that my offer to protect my staff personally is part of it, along with that I have the ability to make certain my patrons are comfortable, and protected." I'd said that last bit as I'd eyed his armor up and down. "In terms of why I created this place, well to be honest...the levels under this one on Coruscant are exceedingly dangerous. This place sits by a recently refurbished transit station which means constant traffic and constant credits. My aim? Money and to make sure the women of Coruscant always have a place to make a living where the aren't groped, harassed, or otherwise vexed. Plenty of that in every other corner of the galaxy. If you have more questions mister then may I suggest you get my information from my bartender Charlie? She's usually at the bar, lots of black leather, bare midriff, blonde ponytail with a lil' bit of pink in it."

"If you'll excuse me?" Moving off to the floor I headed over to where Charlie had gestured earlier...Dancing over to the beat I let my hips flaunt and sashay a bit. Coming to a rest over by a table with a toned young woman I slid into a booth by them. Purple eyes, toned build, and that black mini-dress.....along with two Twi'leks. Slaves if I had to guess... I could feel the corruption of The Dark Side in her eyes, but.....those eyes and that body were...mouthwatering. Pulling myself back to the present I said "I hear you wanted to pass on your compliments about the club? I also hear you wanted to say hello..." I let the insinuation drip from my words. She was after all, incredibly attractive. I had the sense of the man at the bar sipping the Corellian whiskey becoming....more unstable. Pulling a drink order pad from my thigh pocket I wrote down a quick note on it. "Would love to have a little more time with you, perhaps a more quiet and discreet setting? Here's my contact info." I scratched my private number into the note and leaning in close to her I whispered in her ear "Glad you like the new place, you'll have to come back."

Sliding the note into her free hand I traced my nails across her bare forearm and sashayed away. I certainly hoped she'd get a hold of me later...I was all for repeat guests, especially ones as attractive as her. Dancing my way fluidly through the club throng I made my way to the bar. Coming up behind the man who smelled like a distillery I snatched his drink of Corellian whisky from the bar and downed the rest of it before re-lighting my rankweed joint. Charlie was back behind the bar doing prepwork with all manner of fruits and whatnot. "I told ye mistah, it's freaky how she does that...Also hiya boss lady!" Raising my glass in salute to her Charlie kept on with her prepwork as I smoked my vice of choice. Looking out on the dancefloor I said over my shoulder "So who is it that got a glass of my favorite whisky, it's reserved for good friends after all...."

[member="Maverick Wallen"] ~ [member="Vaulkhar"] ~ [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] ~ [member="Cyra Ren"] ~ [member="Arekk"]

 

[Cyra Ren]

Location: The Vixen's Vantage, Coruscant
Post: 2

Cyra smiled, a light blush forming on her cheeks after the club owner was so delightfully friendly with her. She took the offered contact information with a thankful nod. "Why thank you, my dear. And I'd certainly LOVE to get to know you more personally. I'll be in touch when things die down a little.", she said with a wink, giggling softly. It'd only been five minutes and she'd already made a new acquaintance. She was having good luck today, it seemed. One of her lethan slaves casually slid onto Cyra's lap to keep her company in the meanwhile.

Something caught Cyra's notice, however. A man across the club whom she sensed the dark side within like herself. A wide grin formed on her lips. She closed her eyes, speaking to him through the force. "Ahh! I see I'm not the only one partaking in this fine establishment. Do come and join us in my booth. You shan't be disturbed by anyone else here. Tell the bouncer Cyra Ren called for you.", she spoke telepathically, before slowly opening her eyes with a smirk. Her left hand moved to grasp her drink, sipping it while the other coiled around the waist of the twi'lek on her lap.

[member="Celiana"]
[member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar relaxed into the booth, swirling the contents of his glass nonchalantly. He closed his eyes momentarily while taking a sip of the drink, considering his surroundings. As time went on, the music began to sound a bit better to the halfbreed, as if the environment was slowly growing on him. A sense of ease and relaxation settled over him as he allowed himself to find some semblance of peace in the evening. It was all interrupted the moment Cyra called out to him through the force. His eyes shot open and settled on the woman with a hint of annoyance. He hadn't realized it, but in his momentary lapse of concentration, a hint of his force signature bled out of him. Apparently enough for the disciple to of picked it up and connect it to him. The drink was set back down onthe table as he slowly sat up. A deep breath escaped him as he momentarily cracked open the flood gates.

Even those within the room who lacked force sensitivity shivered as his aura cascaded around the room. An eerie darkness encompassed the metaphysical as hatred, spite and fear crashed out of the Sith Lord and enveloped those within the club.

Just as quickly as the encroaching darkness appeared, it vanished. Vaulkhar locked his abilities away once more as he stood. The display was further accented as he nonchalantly straightened his suit before moving towards the disciple's booth. He paid the bouncer little attention and moved past him. As the bouncer approached, Vaulkhar waved a hand exerted total control over the lackey.

"Move."

On queue, the bouncer turned and moved away from his quarry. Vaulkhar strode past the man and stopped before Cyra's table.

"I have been summoned."

[member="Cyra Ren"] | [member="Celiana"] | [member="Abaigeal E'ron"]​