Operation ORCmass - Dominion of hex M-52

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

Jorus tucked the card away and reciprocated with a slightly tattered flyer. "I'll probably take you up on that at some point. Stoked to see what you get up to next. Who knows - I get you enough customers out here, we might snag you for real. As for what I'm flying, mostly just the Wretched Hive - named after the old rimrunner joke about Mos Eisley on Tatooine. Mobile chop shop, serves me well enough..."

He trailed off as shouting rose from a nearby part of the dining hall. He caught a few of the words and was suddenly glad he hadn't had any alcohol. For several reasons. "Feth, I need to deal with this, and it looks like it might take a while. Keep in touch, Fiolette. See you around." He slid out of the booth.

[member="Janick Beauchamp"]

Station security was just starting to lock down the drunken slaver crew when Jorus rolled up. He stalked over to the upturned table and touched a small compass to the empty keg. The needle promptly oriented on the keg and glowed red. "Gorrammit, Beauchamp," he growled, "y'can't just go around drugging folks with alchemy. Hives, anaphylaxis - the feth is this. I've got zero love for slavers myself, but if these guys are who you say, coulda just had a Judge handle it." He swapped the compass for a comlink. "Yeah, med response? Captain Merrill here in the main - you heard? Yeah, looks like allergic reactions on top of alcohol poisoning." His mouth twisted. "I'm told they're slavers, and station security's lookin' into that, so handle with care."

Bringing law and order to the frontier. Glamorous business.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Fiolette looked at the flyer for a moment or two, "it's been a pleasure, Jorus, truly." Quietly she folded it and slid it into a pocket of her overcoat. The former Grand Admiral threw her overcoat back over her shoulders, her hands flipped blonde hair out of the back and she patted herself down checking for her coin purse. Throwing a few credits down on the table she paid for their drinks and slid out of the booth. Sliding the coin purse back into the liner pocket she grabbed her cigarra case and once more the emboldened sigil of the First Order Navy. Inside the wooden case a lush black velvet lined the inside, a thoughtful gift from her former captain Kyoung-Ha. "You were a brilliant man," she said with sadness in her voice as she withdrew a Black Label cigarra from its holding.

Snapping it shut the name 'Old Ironpants,' beneath the sigil shined. She tucked the case back into the liner and withdrew the titantium lighter and once again First Order emblems and etched beneath it the words; MILITARY BALL 849 ABY. The dining hall's shouting would no doubt be brought down by Jorus. The blonde cast a look in [member="Janick Beauchamp"]'s direction and brought the cigarra to her lips. Quietly she lit it and drew a puff from the tobacco filled sin, taking the cigarra between her fingers she exhaled a plume of smoke and licked the flavor from her lips.

And through the smoke her sharp azure eyes took stock of everyone there and she decided in that moment to let her eyes linger just a little too long over the figure of the Zelton ([member="Joza Perl"])? Must be a half-breed, the former admiral thought as most Zeltrons were usually a deeper shade of pink unless this one just didn't like the sun. Fiolette turned her gaze away and began to head out of the station when as she began to walk she noted [member="3X744"]. Of course this led her to see the others in his company and as she looked between them she brought the cigarra back and let the embers dance at the edge while ashes fell to the wayside.

Instead of leaving and heading straight back to the Fleetwood, Fiolette turned and headed for the group of soldiers. Years of service, and working with Stormtroopers let her know that the group she was heading toward most likely, belonged to the First Order. If not, then she'd deliver them all the same to the Galactic Empire, but something in her gut told her they were First Imperials.All the while the night with [member="Aver Brand"] danced in her mind. As small subtle gazes left her for the Zeltron and she reminded herself that these were pleasures she could afford on Gilaria. Surely the nation's best resort would be able to accomodate the needs of a former grand admiral. "Gentlemen." She greeted with a hard tone with a piercing gaze, "when you're ready to go home let me know. I'll get you back to your posts."

Rifling through her coat again she found the elegant cigarra case and opened it, grabbing a pen and scrap paper from inside she wrote out her ship's information and signed it; Yvarro. Fiolette slid the paper to the younger of the men there and turned away. Making sure to firstly put the case back into her coat and secondly as she brought the cigarra back to her lips to let the smoke billow between herself and the Zeltron as she made her way around the dining hall as the former admiral made her way to the nearest exit.

Chain keep us together, running in the shadow​

Chain keep us together, running in the shadow
Chain keep us together, running in the shadow
Chain keep us together, running in the shadow
Chain keep us together, running in the shadow
Chain​

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

So Janick got a fleeting glance at the former First Order grand admiral, [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], shortly after shouting about the slavers suffering from delirium tremens, which were quickly hauled out of the bar, with their faces beet-red with embarrassment. They didn't realize that those Ta'jar Blood Gang slavers had bounties on their heads, and that, by introducing a time delay in the delirium tremens, she gave enough time for them to finish the keg without leaving a trace of the alchemized drink in it. The drunken slavers were thus taken into custody, and she followed the drunken slavers to the nearest police station, while having the last laugh in this stakeout attempt, using alchemized booze. Once they arrive at the police station, they are being read their rights without any ability to actually listen to them, thanks to the delirium tremens they are under that caused their minds to black out. Even in her position as an ORC judge, which in turn gave her some powers to catch and sometimes prosecute criminals as required, she couldn't simply be the sole judge of their case, but she could be one of three if the accused preferred a three-judge trial.

"You're under arrest: if you do not have a lawyer, the court will assign you one. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you might say may be held against you"

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

♡[member="Ayhia Katar"] ※ [member="Davin Skirata"] ※ [member="Vaudin Miir"] ※ [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] ※ [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] ※ [member="Janick Beauchamp"] ※ [member="Bryce Bantam"] ※ [member="Joza Perl"] ※ [member="Hylocereus"] ※ [member="Jorus Merrill"] ※ [member="3X744"] [member="Noah Corek"]

Sanya kept up with serving drinks till she noticed the commotion across from her. She was also tapped into the security com's. "Jorus keep them detained, as this station is owned by my company I hold the rights to reserve them under my law. My guard will be along shortly to take them to a transport. I've no idea how they slipped past security, guess with how many people are coming in its getting hard to identify everyone." She said disappointed in the woman for how she handled the situation. For once Sanya outranked the judges here as the place fell under Ancoran laws. While they were capable the woman hated slavers and scum like it. Right now she was a little busy to deal with them personally people where once again cuing. Even though most her attention was on the situation she was still serving and finding a new level or respect for those who was working. "Here you go miss." Sanya would float the woman's drink over to her before taking another sip of her own. Now, Now Sanya was feeling drunk and shed only had two drinks.

She couldn't help been a light weight yet she was going to have a few more before the night ends. For the most part it was helping with the nerves for the night that and working some. Although it had been an hour and Déna had come back. Before leaving behind the bar shed make herself one more drink then went into the fray. She'd weave through the crowed up to Janick where Sanya would grab hold of the woman's upper arm and leaned in close. "Don't let me hear you drugging anyone else. I'll turn a blind eye this time but next time I wont be so lenient." Sanya said with a very serious tone. Her hand would let go before trailing off again and out the balcony that overlooked the fountains down below. "Where are you Ayhia?" she said softly to herself looking out at the busy floor below. Some part of her felt like she was going to be alone at the begging of life day again yet she trusted Ayhia. "Please show." The woman raised her hand to her mouth pressing the glass against the pale pink lips. The other hand was held onto the railing as the feline woman gulped back her drink. shed' push away feeling really dizzy now.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

"She's right, Beauchamp. Can't fault you for wanting to take down slavers - heck, you were more lenient on'em than I'd have been - but Ancoran law wins out on this station. The Ancorans'll handle it from here..." Jorus trailed off. He'd never been the quickest on the uptake, but a visibly distressed woman swaying against the rail of a balcony tended to get even his attention.

"You doing all right, Sanya?" Clearly she wasn't, but what else could he say? He stepped past Janick to Sanya's side and pitched his voice lower. "You need a hand at all Need me to get you anything?" She was a Master and a Queen, and he'd learned long ago to offer assistance as subtly as he could. A ruler's dignity could easily get bound up in their physical welfare, their capabilities, their presence of mind. He had no reason to impugn that, and plenty of reasons not to. Ancora might be a Coalition member, but they retained more autonomy than some. Not Keshiri levels of independence, but still. Always best to tread lightly.

He glanced back at Janick. She hadn't screwed up, not really, and he felt a little bad for forgetting she'd been inducted to the Judges. "Thanks for spotting the slaver gang, Beauchamp."

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

The main reason why [member="Sanya Val Swift"] was so lenient was because they were slavers, and not just about any slavers: the Ta'jar Blood Gang, which grew bolder in this region especially after the First Order blockade in the Metharian Nebula was first enacted, yielding more slaves than they did even on Dokkalfarsed. If the rumors about that specific gang of slavers was correct, they were able to take over a hundred slaves in less than a week, in the Rimma Trade Route stretch between Dagobah and Adarlon. With that said, Janick knew that her role onboard this station was over. It was quite different from Aing-Tii, where the reception upon receipt of the criminals under delirium tremens was quite different, she thought, while realizing that her role in securing Ancora from the Qektoth, and, in fact, her first sortie as the CVW of the Verdict, was another factor. So she left the station without drinking anything else, preferring to drink the Asop tihaar that she will drink once back on Utapau. May Alyssa or Griet stop me from drinking too much tihaar: I do not want another repeat of Asop, she thought, after she undocked from the station and, from there, departed the premises.

 

[Joza Perl]

The Zeltron’s gaze swept passively over [member="Noah Corek"], one brow arching slightly as she saw that hand of his inch towards his hip as if on instinct. Plenty of gunsligers here in the Outer Rim—bounty hunter, maybe? Couldn’t be a mando, not without the helmet. A mando’s armor was like his skin, at least that’s what her father said. Come to think of it, she’d spied someone wearing a one of those tin helmets at the other end of the bar on her way over.

A few seats down, one of [member="3X744"]’s buddies received a sharp slap in the face by one of her girls…then another from the other girl.

Joza snorted.

“Good to meet you, Noah.” She took his hand in a firm business-esque grasp. The Zeltron owned an entertainment empire and was certainly not one to stay out of the spotlight so it came as no surprise to her when he knew her name. Depended on the circles you were in anyhow, but Joza’s involvement in the Outer Rim was hard to miss.

The blonde who’d been chatting up Merrill edged onto her radar once more as she took a drag off of her cigarra. One of the women caught the other’s gaze—who looked first?—and vibrant green met sharp blue for a beat. Then [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] disappeared with the exhale of smoke, disappearing in the crowd closest to the door. The Zeltron’s eyes lingered for a hot second before she brought her attention back to Noah.

“What brings you to the Outer Rim, Noah?” A congenial smile spread across her face as she gently swirled the drink in her hand.

She could feel the eyes on her—always at least a pair or two at places like this. Was good money to be had and that’s why she’d brought some of her girls along. They were safer under her eye anyhow.

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Joza Perl"] was half right when she came to the Mandalorian speculation, Noah's mother had been Mandalorian and in the words of one of his old drill sergeants that made him half human and while he did have his armor on you couldn't tell from under his cloak and his helmet currently sat at his feet. Noah followed her gaze down to his sidearm and looked back up at her smiling. "Sorry about that, force of habit." He apologized and drew his revolver and set it down just out of arms length. Of course that didn't mean he was unarmed.

Turning his head on the sound of skin meeting skin twice Noah saw the tail end of one of [member="3X744"]'s buddies getting what he deserved. Being a father Noah silently applauded the girls for teaching the di'kut a lesson. Turning his attention back to Joza Noah smiled and brought down his hood revealing his full face. "It's good to meet you as well."

Taking a sip of his drink Noah leaned back in his chair and pondered the question. Give her the official story? That he was a Alliance officer looking for somewhere to drink without being judged. Give her the unofficial story? That he ran guns for the Underground. Or option number three: the whole story. Combine the two. For some reason Noah trusted this woman and decided to go with option three. Maybe it was the booze? The company? Or maybe he just liked the way she looked.

"Well if you must know I'm an Alliance officer and commander of the Omega Pyre. I also run guns for the Underground. Basically if you need something bigger than a bread knife that goes boom, bang or pow I can either find it or make it." Noah informed her before taking a long swig of his drink.

 

[Joza Perl]

“This is the Outer Rim.” Her eyes went from the revolver that now rested on the counter and back to him. “Everyone here has a hidden gun.” Or six. Or the guns were detonators, lightsabers, grenades, etc.

She glanced over to her two girls who seemed to be doing well. Conversing with each other about Force knows what, but animated and happy.

“Omega Pyre, huh?” She idled with the toothpick in her drink, having long since eaten the olive that came with it. “So you’re a weapons guy, huh. Grenades and sharp objects and all that.” She nodded once and sipped a good remaining third of her drink.

She kept the girls in her periphery, always. Maybe it was just another maternal habit.

“How’d you get into that?”

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Joza Perl"]

Noah smiled when she mentioned that this was the Outer Rim. He had many dealings with the Outer Rim both before he was a member of the Alliance and he suspected it would continue for long after. "That is a very good point." Noah admitted as he took another swig of his own drink finally finishing it.

Noah once again followed Joza's gaze to the two girls. He wondered who they were. Daughters? No they were too old to be her daughters and Joza too young to their mother. Bodyguards then. Noah could see that. Someone who was as connected as Joza was it wasn't unlikely for her to have bodyguards.

Noah's attention was brought back to Joza when she mentioned the Omega Pyre. "Yeah I joined up with the Pyre about oh five years ago? After I was discharged from the Republic I needed somewhere I could put my talents to good use." Noah said.

When she asked how he got into weapons he chuckled. "Well I was born on the mid-levels of Coruscant and my mother was Mandalorian. That combined with the fact that I was a weapons specialist within the Commandos goes a long way. Also slighting the Sith and Imperials was a good incentive." Noah said before refilling his glass from the bottle on the table and offering the bottle to Joza.