Orrazerus Blitz [Red Ravens Dominion of Orrazerus]

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Lysle Rigger stood outside of the arranged meeting. It was late noon, but the sun had yet to set. The local hours here were different to Antecedent, and he had not yet quite gotten used to it. He took a long drag from a cigarra offered to him by one of the countless and nameless goons that had flocked to his cause. A righteous cause, he thought. The domination of the galactic criminal underworld, and each step they took forward was another step to victory. It seemed the Black Suns were done for, sure they had grip over more planets than the Ravens, but their flock numbered so very few. Lysle glanced around, knowing his other comrades would be inside, partying away. The Ravens had come to Orrazerus in an attempt for diplomatic relations. Lysle knew the city-states of this planet were in constant warring, but it was only a matter of alcohol, and some narcotics slipped into their drinks, to convince them to join him. And when they woke up in the morning, flimsiplast signed, they had no choice but to bow or go to war, but they didn’t have the numbers the Ravens had. Lysle could squash them if they dare raise a fist.

He drained the last ounces of smoke and inhaled from the cigarra before moving inside. Even when he was not wearing a suit, Lysle appeared impeccably well-dressed. He was fashionable, there was no doubt about it, and a fashionable crime lord was a rare sight to behold. Most of them were either the slug-like Hutts or simply did not care, with gruff faces and grimy clothes. It seemed Lysle was setting a standard for a new class of criminal. He brushed aside the hired goons that acted as his bodyguards, two large Herglics, and moved back into the nightclub. The neon lights that greeted him tantalised the eyes, seducing occupants onto the dance floors where the music was deafening and the smoke was a miasma that fogged the senses. It was ecstasy to the mind, body and soul. Lysle swept through the crowd, his Herglics bowling any one of out the way that did not move. He was walking towards one of the warlords now, a man by the name of Xomich, strangely enough, no last name. Lysle whistled to a waittress, clicking his fingers and pointed to himself, a clear indication he wanted a drink.​

Primary Objective:
Get warlords drunk

Secondary Objective:
Party with them

 

[RC 212]

Location: The bar with the warlord

Objective: Get everyone drunker than a skunk.

"Another shot!' Colap roared jumping onto the bar and standing tall as he juggled three glasses of whiskey. It was a very rare skill and something he had to tap his dim connection to the force to do. As the glasses whirled they all remained strangely right side up, not spilling a drop. On his hip rested his trusty Westar-35 and the joint was crawling with Raven operatives in case things went wrong.

What was the objective?

Colap was here to cause chaos as he alway did. Enough distractions and fancy tricks would allow Lysle and the crew to move their pawns across the board unhindered, and keep would be assassins busy trying to get at Colap.

"Ha ha you guys like that!"

Colap stepped down passing the glasses out and lighting a cigar. Smoke blazed across his face and he squinted.

"Who wants to arm wrestle?"

 

[RC 212]

Location: Bar
Objective: Security and narcotics distribution.

Lisa hated this place. She hated this job too. She was not normally one for parties or for peedling narcotics like spice and Ryll. Her favourite jobs included smashing skulls, putting fifty cal rounds into people and drinking their blood in a gruesome fearsome display of dominance.

Nevertheless her cousin Colap had put her up to this and she couldn't refuse a family request.

So here she was feet up on a table leaning back in her booth. At her side was her normal twin poisoned daggers and two SMG's. She had left the sniper rifle back on the boat, but still had her twin lightsabers, not that she was good with them any-ways.

"But I want more, thats not a fair price."

Lisa puffed her cigarette and flashed the Rodian a devilish glare.

"That's what you get for twenty creds, now get lost or I'll blow your head off."

She let her hand wander to the SMG's handle to show the Rodian she wasn't kidding.

He trundled off and she took another slug of her Corellian ale, eyes searching the room for the other Crimelords here. The world was practically run by Warlords and their criminal masters at the top. This was all a cover, her real objective was to dose every high value targets drink so Lysle could do his dirty work with them.

 

[Tahl Edrel]

[member="Colap Ticon"]

"I'll give ya a run! Loser buys the next round" the tipsy whiphid roared, laughing loudly at his prospects~ the 2 meter warrior alien likely having an advantage to even the seasoned merc. he clapped his clawed hand on Ticon's back and took a seat with him~

 

[Lenix Ornil]

"I gotta *hic!* see this!"

The squib staggered over, his cap backwards and clearly having drank a lot for his metabolism~ only standing at the moment by leaning on everyone's legs for support, hiccuping comically. The sight of the small fluffy creature off his tits brought a lot of laughs around the party

 

[RC 212]

Character: Barbosa the hutt!
Objective: Maintain the status quo.
Location: Billionaire suites above the dance floor at the bar.

Barbosa was watching a pretty little Twi'lek thing do a dance from his perch on the upper levels of the bar. He was filthy stinking rich and he loved his dances. Still word had reached the wriggling slugs ears of the Ravens, a notorious criminal gang gone major that was hitting many of his associates and taking over what was left of the hutt cartel.

Then he was interrupted by his translator droid.

"My master, our informants on the floor report that the ravens are here."

This angered Barbosa. His big ol hutt eyes went wide and he let out a loud ugly hutt growl.

"Chebowksa!"

the twi lek winced at his thunderous boom.

"Kill this one, she does not satisfy."

A Gamorrean pig man came up and simply lopped the Twi'leks head off.

"Bring to me another dancer and send my personal forces to the floor, have them size up the target, who leads this junior league collection of scum?"

Another dancer was brought out and Barbosa puffed his hookah, warm and glowing. He didn't like the suns and he certainly would not bow to these ravens. Every Warlord owed something to him for his distributions of weapons, wealth and ships to their cause. Before the night was up he had a feeling he'd finally be cashing in those old debts. Which made him poop a disgusting hutt stool.

"Butler, clean my poodoo!"

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Orrazerus Nightclub with the Red Ravens and Orrazerus warlords

Objective: Party hardy

Cryax Bane had a love/hate relationship with parties. He hated large crowds and jostling with sweaty drunk people, but he did like a good stiff drink and dressing up in a nice suit. Here at the Orrazerus nightclub, where the Red Ravens had come for some "diplomatic relations," i.e., drinking and drugging with the local warlords, the Chiss slicer was looking dapper in an elegant black two-button suit jacket with a slim lapel and expertly tailored pants. His girlfriend, Anastasia was around her somewhere, too, but they'd arrived separately. He hoped he'd spot her soon. He didn't trust that these warlords wouldn't be handsy around his girl.

As he circulated around the room, he saw Lysle doing business with the highest ranked warlords. He also spotted Colap, Tahl, and Edrel at the bar, all of them already sauced. He strode towards them to drink and share some cigars with them, but suddenly felt himself yanked by the collar. One of the warlord's mistresses, a heavily made-up Twi'lek wearing a black fishnet mesh dress that left very little to the imagination wanted a few words with him. Cryax tried not to stare as she asked him about the Ravens business ventures, and then quickly worked up to her ulterior motive. She'd been having trouble with her Datapad and she'd heard he was good with computers. He rolled his eyes. Did he look like the entire galaxy's karking IT guy? Apparently so. He sighed and agreed to take a look at it, hoping he could just force restart it and get back to drinking.

[member="Tahl Edrel"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Anastasia loved getting dressed up and going to parties. It was a great way for her to make connections which in turn put credits in her bank account. The only thing she didn't appreciate was all the men, single or not, getting fresh with her. No evidently did not mean no to some of them.

Grabbing a fresh drink from the bar Ana gazed around the bar in hopes of spotting [member="Cryax Bane"]. They had come separately due to being in different places but now she hoped to catch up with him. Have a few drinks.

Just as she had spotted him a big burley looking man put his hand on her shoulder and spun her around to face him. Normally she would have brushed him off or punched him for touching her but she recognized him as one of the warlords.

Ana had picked up a silk strapless mermaid split-front floor length dress on her way here. It seemed as if she was already turning heads.

 

[Cambry Owens]

Location | Orrazerus, in the city with the others.​

Objective | Serve Red Raven interests.​

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Cambry was standing in an out of the way spot, holding his blaster carbine and looking about the area at the various, strange-looking passerby. He certainly looked the part of an enforcer, dressed as he was in Beskar'gam, T-Visored helmet, and torn cloak wrapped over one shoulder. He knew where Lysle was, and was primarily watching the entrance to that location in particular.
For the most part, he honestly...had no idea what he was doing here. The people were weird, the food was weird, the planet was more or less a terrible deathtrap waiting to happen. But this is where the Ravens are, so he had no real reason to go anywhere else right now.
His gloved finger scratched along the siding of his gun, and his helmet turned every few seconds. Cambry did have a way of getting restless at times. The sleek black visor of his modern and upgraded Mandalorian helm was already programmed to locate and mark both visible weapons and increased heartrates. The second was a newer feature he and Verne had installed, taking the external shape of a bit of extra bulk on the side of his comm panel. It was serving pretty well so far, but the Mercenary had been given no reason to worry as of yet. ​

So he watched. And he waited. ​

Crazy things you see when you just watch people.​

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[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] // [member="Cryax Bane"] // [member="GM Opposition."] // [member="Lenix Ornil"] // [member="Tahl Edrel"] // [member="Colap Ticon"] // [member="Lisa Ticon"]​

 

[RC 212]

- From inside the bar many spies began to come onto the floor one by one. Some were rodian and others were human. As the party raged a lone bothan makes his way across the floor and takes a seat at the bar. He is totally normal looking for these parts, wearing a mehcanics coveralls with no distinguishing markings.

He begins to listen to the Ravens conversations, particularly eavesdropping on [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] as he drinks-

-Outside the bar a shadowy cloaked figure looks out a window [member="Cambry Owens"]. No one knows he is there and he keeps himself a secret making sure to stay in the shadows. He has a long barrelled E-17 imperial issue sniper rifle and is waiting for a signal-

[member="Anastasia Rade"]

-The Warlord looked at the girl and scooped her up.

"What have we here little lady!"

Komach was a tall humanoid from Corsucant, clad in a black spacers uit with smoothed back hair. He had a lot of money and loved the ladies. Unbeknonst to the crew he is a spy for Barbosa and only posing as a warlord.

"What say we have a drink!"


[member="Cryax Bane"]

-The woman with the datapad leans in close, a poisoned knife is hidden in her dress but no one can see it. She wears a musty perfume and a lowcut dress. She is a spy for other interests besides Barbosa the hutt and is very interested in seeing what Cryax can do with a datapad.

"Ugh you see this thing keeps wiggin out. I'll be on the holonet and it'll just shut down. If you can fix it I'd be so grateful!"

She winked at Cryax.

 

[Cambry Owens]

Cambry almost didn't notice the bright red rectangle flashing on the gunman in the window. It took Verne to shake him from his stupor.​

"It appears as if you're moments from being shot, sir."​

Yeah, that did it. Cambry startled as his eyes caught on the gunman.
"Oh. Krif." Was his simple reply.
He wasn't sure why he'd be aiming at him, or how he knew his alliances, but...taking a blaster bolt wasn't in his plans right now.​

With a brisk step forward, he began to weave his way into the crowd of people, interrupting whatever bead the gunman had on him. He'd be safer on the move if there was a sniper fooling around.
His general path moved him towards the building the sniper was in. Generally, people aiming guns at him weren't his friends, and thus he thought he'd do something about the whole lousy scenario. He'd blend into the crowd soon, his armor was dull colors and would be hard to see among the brighter-hued masses. ​

[member="GM Opposition."]​

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Adenn Gra'tua sat in a booth near [member="Lisa Ticon"], drink in his gloved hand, a drink that would soon join the rest of the alcohol in his stomach, and the two other glasses on the table in front of him. The bounty hunter was still in his armor due to the protection beskar provided, and that it was the only current way the man could carry any of his multiple weapons comfortably, or without having them concealed like a gang member 'Maybe a custom beskar under suit for use with my armor and civilian clothes would be a good idea.' Adenn though, quickly downing his drink before placing it on the table in front of him, before his right hand clenched and the vibroblade stored in his gauntlet shot out, making a loud SHNNK noise before it was quickly retracted as the man's eyes quickly scanned the room to see if he had attracted any attention, without looking around of course, it was a habit he'd gotten into due to the inclusion of 360 degree vision in his helmet 'But that will have to wait, as we've got warlords to... Drug, I guess.' A quick glance at the waitress, which prompted her to move over the Adenn's booth, before he ordered another drink, one he'd probably save till later though, as he was fond of waking up without a hangover.

[member="Tahl Edrel"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] @Cyrax Bane [member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax's eyes narrowed when he saw the warlord manhandling his woman! He could barely concentrate on what the Twi'lek was saying, he was becoming so enraged. He turned back to the Twi'lek whose perfume was making his eyes water and waved his hand. "You probably just need to update your operating system. I'll show you how to do that in a second. But first, I need to take care of something."

Cryax grabbed a drink off of a bar droid's tray, downed it in one gulp, and headed over to where the slimeball was manhandling Ana. He knew that Lysle and Sigourney had wanted him to play nice with these warlords, but there were some things he couldn't abide by.

"Excuse me," The slightly drunk Chiss said to Komach. "I don't believe we've met yet." He put his arm around Anastasia and pulled her closer to him, signalling to the cretin that she was very much off-limits.

"Ana, ch'eo ch'acah, are you alright?" he whispered to her, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="GM Opposition."]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Cambry Owens"]

-Suddenly his quarry moved and began to make his way through the crowd. The gunman raised an eyebrow, not really knowing who this man was or what his aim was. He was searching for ravens but this man was strange and a mando. No doubt he was up to something. But then he was lost.

"Damn it."

He flipped back his cloak trying to scope the crowd and then opened up a line to Barbosa

"Might have trouble outside the establishment boss got a sketchy mando."


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Character: Barbosa the hutt!
Objective: Maintain the status quo.
Location: Billionaire suites above the dance floor at the bar.

"My master we have strange activity outside."

Barbosa stroked his slimy chin as he puffed his hookah. This was beginning to get interesting.

"Keep an ear out, find me the Raven leader I should like to talk to him."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

-Komach glanced at Cryax. The young chiss was clearly stricken with this woman. This might be a valuable lead so he took the bait.

"Ah my bad young man, come on I'll buy you two a drink!"

He motioned for them to come to a booth nearby. Unbeknownst to them it was a ploy to separate them. The man had studied Cryax for a while and learned his weaknesses. This man had no strength in his body. Black sun informants had told him so. The trick was to get the two drunk, capture the chiss and dragg him before the boss. Yes that would do.

"Come on folks! My dime!"

 

[Helmut Todstern]

Location: The Bar in question
Objective: Assist Red Ravens with Investment Protection

The ebb and flow of the bar scene was not new to the cyborg Sith, as he had encountered the whims of emotion in some of the dirtiest and slimiest parts of the galaxy. He was also attuned to the needs of the underworld: when one seeks, over the course of hundreds of years, the slow yet illegal methods of semi-immortality, the black market and crime syndicates are your friend. The music dropped and rose in his ears, no matter how artificial they were. His brain, on the other hand, memorized the beat, and as he stepped into the crowd, he kept in time with his steps. Ducking, weaving, he made his way through the dancing crowds as the beat changed and the tone shifted. Eyeing [member="Cambry Owens"] , [member="Cryax Bane"] and [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] in his peripheral vision, he drew a holopad from his coat pocket and tapped it a few times. As he approached the elevators to the billionaire suites, a comlink activated inside of his ear; a direct signal was sent to [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] 's datapad. Smirking, he began to talk, seemingly to himself...

"You'll be able to hear my vocalizations when I'm up there. I had made an appointment with the owners of his establishment back when you were an infant, and I'm hoping they are the same. Otherwise, I sense a business opportunity. Oh, and hello from an investor with likeminded goals."

Tapping his holopad to the elevator access, he waited patiently for the doors to open.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Bar

Objective: Party

Despite the attitude the other Ticons had toward parties, particularly her older brother [member="Colap Ticon"], Keira was never much for the scene herself. Sure, it was nice to get together with friends, but in the end she would have much rather been back on Antecedent, where at least the territory was familiar. But instead she was in a bar on Orrazerus, sitting at the bar a few chairs down from the brother in question, no drink in front of her and her lightsaber at her hip.
If partying wasn't her scene than drinking definitely wasn't, at least on nights like this, when the Ravens had more to worry about than getting as drunk as possible. Scanning the crowd with hazel green eyes she spotted [member="Cryax Bane"], one of the few familiar faces. The only other individual she recognized was [member="Lisa Ticon"], and she seemed to be enjoying everything just about as much as Keira herself was. Which was to say, hardly at all, if that.
The only thing that kept her interested was the endgame in all of this, and the fact that something could go wrong at any time. It certainly helped to keep her on her toes, at least. But with the way things were progressing, she had a feeling she wouldn't stay bored for long. Whether that was necessarily a good or a bad thing, well, only time would tell.

[member="Darth Realmstream"], [member="GM Opposition."], [member="Adenn Gra'tua"], [member="Cambry Owens"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Lenix Ornil"], [member="Tahl Edrel"], [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Drinking with [member="Cryax Bane"] & [member="GM Opposition."]

The last thing she had expected was for the warlord to pick her up. Before Ana could think about how to nicely get out of the predicament Cryax had come to rescue her. She found his act of bravery quite sexy, her blue knight.

Wrapping her arm around his waist she leaned over to kiss him back on the cheek as she whispered in his ear. "I am now, cyar'ika. I'll have to thank you later."

"A drink sounds lovely," she smiled turning her attention back to the warlord. It would be rude not to accept especially after the little misunderstanding that had just occurred. As such they followed him to a booth.

 

[Cryax Bane]

In a split second glance around the room, the Chiss noticed an unknown man making the rounds. He wasn't a Raven nor was he an Orrazerus warlord. His curiosity piqued, he made a mental note to greet the man later in order to find out his intentions.

Cryax smiled at Anastasia as they took a seat in the booth with Komach. It made him sick to his stomach that she had to be nice to the creep. But this delicate dance was part and parcel of doing business in the criminal underworld so he reluctantly bit his tongue.

Through the crowd, he spotted [member="Keira Ticon"] and waved at her, signalling that she should join them at their booth. It would be good to have a Force user at their table in case something went down with Komach. Kark, he'd be happy if any other Ravens joined them at this point. Cryax didn't trust the way the slippery humanoid was eyeing Anastasia. At all.

A bar droid bleeped at them offering the table more drinks, and the young Chiss slicer gladly took one. He was going to need alot more liquor to get through what looked to be a long and strange night ahead of them.

[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Darth Realmstream"] [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="GM Opposition."] [member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Tahl Edrel"]

 

[Lenix Ornil]

By this time the Squib had wandered back to the bar, and was now engaged in buying drinks for a young Twi'lek dancer, also smashed off her face, who seemed to be unable to stop petting his fur~

By this time he, like many, had forgotten the dominion plan, and were simply content with drinking 'til regret!