Party Monsters (Red Ravens Party on Nar Shaddaa--No Fighting)

[Cryax Bane]

Red Ravens' parties were notorious for gaining steam very quickly and this party was no different. In no time flat, Cryax was on his second Cognac. Even after building up his tolerance, staying up all night drinking with various crime lords all over the galaxy, the Chiss still couldn't hold his liquor. Perhaps it was some sort of species handicap. He wondered if Dryzl would know, but then thought better of annoying her with inane questions. Chances were he would get a clipped answer in Cheunh that translated into something like, "No Sir, that's just you."

Soon Cryax was joined by Tmoxin, the Ravens Seargent at arms and Patricia, his Executive Assistant. First, he turned his head towards the Hapan officer, and instead of thanking her for the stand up job she during the Rebel prison break on Syrvis, simply said in his most sardonic tone.

"How's your brother Tmoxin? Tell him I said, hello."

The Chiss crime boss didn't like surprises, and when he read on Wookiee Leaks that Tmoxin's brother had an association with the Rebel Alliance, well, he hadn't quite forgiven her yet. Still as an olive branch, he gestured a blue skinned hand to the booth, signaling for her to join he and Patricia.

He had to admit it was a surprise when Patricia offered a supportive shoulder rub as she asked him about his failed relationship. His muscles were as tense as durasteel, and in his tipsy state, her gentle shoulder rub felt amazing. In response, he swallowed hard and gave the diminutive blonde firecracker a tight-lipped smile. It wasn't like the crime boss to discuss his personal life with anyone, even his friends, but a few cognacs sprung a leak in the dam. He hung his head over his drink and played with the rim of the glass.

"Sick of my crap. Married to my job. Never home. I don't blame him, really."

Suddenly, the Chiss saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. He spun his head around towards the huge golden doors of the Nautolan. What the frell? Was that the Manda'lor?

[member="Tuesday Blues"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[renegade solstice]

[member="Isaac Ideus"]

The male was a sore sight and the fact he came up like he did and grabbed her and went inside with her, his comments and his attitude made her wary yet she wasn't above consideration, or even thankfulness.


As he led her inside she turned on her heel with her acrobatic nature and faced him and pushed herself away with the toned muscles in her arms and smirked at him Thanks hero she taunted, with a slight hint of a teasing mock and then turned again and began to walk away toward the bar for a drink but before she turned her attention again in a sort of over-the-shoulder glance and remarked Cya around some time and moving with great ease toward the crowds of the bar to get lost and just observe, she wasn't here to make friends, more or less to observe their base of operations, or more like cest pool of stupidity.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Jarven strode through the doors of the Golden Nautolan. It didn't take long for him to get past security since he was wearing the casual, yet fashionable, get-up that he had donned for his first date with [member="Patricia Susan Garter"].

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He came inside and walked through the crowd. There was so much going on, but Jarven had heard his fiancee was here. So, he wanted to find her first. However, it didn't take long for him to hear the sweet, wonderful voice of [member="Erika Sin"]. Homing in on that voice, he soon found his little sweetheart. When he saw her, he smiled and his face beamed with happiness as he flung his arms open for a hug. "Erika! How're you doing, hunny?! I'm glad to see you!" Jarven was so happy, he did not quite realize that she had company.

[member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[800]

[member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] [member="Solan Charr"]

Solan would have to wait as she jumped on Nicole, hugging her neck, and nuzzling her with her nose. "SARAAAH!" She had wrapped her legs around her big sister now, and held on tight. When she heard the bigger man's voice, she smiled brightly. "LOOK! IT'S MY SISTER!!!" She squeaked out. Her eyes shimmered in the light, and her dress was getting wrinkled. She was unaware that Sarah didn't know who she was though.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Erika Sin"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"]

He laughed as he watched the two of them and looked over to his side at Jarven before holding out his hand to the man. "Solan Charr, a pleasure to meet you mister...." He cut off and made sure to take a quick look around the room, knowing that [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] would probably skin him if she saw her kid here and not knowing the man across from him was the man she was now engaged too. The whole situation somewhat funny in hindsight though right now probably would end with Solan running for his life. "Oh and Erika, don't squeeze too hard, Nicole's arm got hurt last week..."

 

[Neyana]

[member="Erika Sin"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Solan Charr"]

Sarah took this by surprize. 'Sister?' She thought. How many siblings did the girl have? Her step-sister tackled her to the ground, and retaliated. "What the fuck?! Who are you?!" She stated, Romeo did indeed tell her that she had some step-siblings, but she has never met any of them.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Jarven's arms slowly went down as he was faced with a lot of new info all at once. He was still very happy, yet highly confused. He had this mix in his tone of voice. He kept smiling. "...Huh???..." he said to [member="Erika Sin"]. He turned to @Nichole Sarah Feanor and said, "Hey..."

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Jarven noticed the man and did a double take before incredulously, yet happily, saying, "[member="Solan Charr"]! What're you doing here, man!...Wait, you probably don't remember me. I was in armor. We met, but then that horrible man used a droid to attack and crush one of the Red Raven's emergency response workers. I was on Makeb! Hey, speaking of which, how's that little boy? Is he doing alright?"

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] [member="Erika Sin"]

HE laughed and nodded. "The little boy is fine, was able to get him some help.... as for Makeb lets not talk about that place. I still have headaches from what happened there and i do not need to constantly think of this time after time. I must say its been a while and to be honest i am surprised Cyrax is allowing my being here after what has happened between the rebels and the Ravens..." He looked at the girls and laughed again as he spoke. "Nicole, thats Erika Sin, Romeo's daughter."

 

[800]

[member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="Solan Charr"]

"I am!" She squealed, but then stopped, remembering daddy wasn't here anymore. She got up, and ran over to Jarven, realizing that Sarah didn't know her, and that this only meant more reminders that he was dead. "I'm thirsty..I want a soda!" She said and grabbed onto Jarven's hand. "Sarah, I am sorry for forcing myself upon you." She bowed, and looked up at Jarven. "Where is mommy?"

 

[Neyana]

[member="Erika Sin"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]

She blinks, hearing out what the group has stated and she would sigh. "No... No I'm sorry.. Romeo told me I had more sisters... He didn't explain who though." Whenever Erika got off of her, Sarah would stand up and softly sigh. She then went over to Solan and has a confused look on her face. "Is this why I am here? To meet my sister-Wait... Mommy?"

 

[Sin1]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Razer sighed as he walked into the building, the guards knowing he didn't carry weapons on his person. His hands dug deep into his pockets as he made his way to the bar. His eyes glowed a soft red as his mind was traveling to it's own world, but them his eyes caught a glimpse of a blonde woman, and his lips curved into a smile, though instead of going after her, he opted to find Patricia, and Cryax. He wanted to explain some stuff, like his absence, and Romeo's actions. He could care less about everything else really, he just didn't want to deal with more crap. Walking for what seemed like hours, he finally found himself nearing the blonde, and blue man. He was staring at them, and spoke as he edged closer to them. "Garter, I have a gift..for Erika." He pulled out a faceless black mask. "He said..he wanted her to have it."

[member="Mallory Pryde"]

 

[renegade solstice]

her focus was solid, and her attention glued to the barkeep which seems to be a tad pre-occupied.. walking over with sheer confidence but also wearing an air of mystery she smiled a gentle and charming smile, while keeping her senses glued to her surroundings.

It would be wise to not attract too much attention here, especially since she was pulling an op for slip-ups and mistakes of the crew of this roughneck outfit of rufians, the blond haired vixen strode straight to the bar to keep the air of suspicion off of her, and to force the eyes to look elsewhere. Nobody in this place, unless they were of the force and a high enough rank in it to sense her alignment would be the wiser of her being a rogue padawan. She didn't walk as one, she couldn't be read and most of all, the name "Ivy" would come up as smudged, but not clean or completely dirty.

The barkeep looked at her and smirked with arrogance and walked over, she took once look over and sort of knew he was no lightweight in a brawl,, so best be on her best behaviour..especially if he has a weapon behind the bar, if he was smart he would.


Leaning her body weight against the bar she smirked at him and allowed her words to flow with the force as she spoke with a certain deception but also charm Any chance yew can get me a drink, handsome? the subtle flirt was enough to sway, but not enough to completely gain cooperation, but still handy. She didn't even notice the male walk past her since she was focused on a drink.

[member="Razer Sin"] [member="Cryax Bane"] (<- nvm)

(sorry Cy, don't wanna take control of your npc, so need a description.. idk if you stated this already so will take a gander in a bit after I return..brb)

 

[Tuesday Blues]

Tuesday, sorry, Azrael, threw back the shots one at a time. They smoked slightly and the smoke continued to roll out his nostrils as they burned all the way down. Aww yeah, that was the good stuff. As he staggered slightly to remain upright, he peered blearily around the room. A stage! With a microphone.

"You're all in for a treat!"

The bartender cringed slightly as if waiting for the Mand'alor to explode. A fair concern considering what he'd just drunk.

He made a beeline for the stage. And by a beeline I mean not a straight line at all in any way shape or form. He actually fell over a chair at one point, but he got up again, so it hardly counted. On the second attempt he hauled himself up on to the stage. He snatched the microphone from the current singer with a growl.

"I'm-I'm gonna, I'm going to regale you all wiz- with a song from my people. 'N from my heart. Thisz ones f'r you."

He gestured vaguely into the crowd before signaling the band and starting to sing. As it turned out Azrael was a terrible singer, who knew. Tuesday wondered vaguely if he did it much. Hopefully not.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Jarven turned serious, remembering the time when he watched the video feed of what went down on Makeb. Patting [member="Solan Charr"] on the back, he said, "Don't sweat it, man. That's all in the past." [member="Erika Sin"] bounded up to him. She was on a quest for soda and her mother. "Hey, man, I'll see you around."

He took Erika by the hand and said to [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"], "I'll see you later, then!" He walked and talked to Erika all the way over to the bar.

"I don't know where Mommy is, sweety, but I think I know where to find her." They got to the bar and he helped Erika up onto the stool. "Light soda or dark soda, hunny?"
(That last piece of dialogue was a nice piece of wordplay, don't you think?)

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

Lurcano walked in, dressed as he always was. He reluctantly placed his blaster pistol on the table. He had left his Tehk'la knives somewhere he could keep them safe. They were his most valuable possessions, and there was no way in hell he would entrust them to anyone else besides another Nagai. Only they could understand the bond one might form with their knives. He walked in, shaking his head lightly. He was normally not one to party, despite the extravagant lifestyle he had lived with many ups and downs before joining the Ravens. He had put all that behind him though. He wasn't quite sure why he was here but he might as well make the best of it. He went to the bar and ordered some vodka. The original human drink, and it was quite strong. He had grown partial to it over the years. He of course, mixed it with grape juice to turn it into his beverage of choice. It was strange, but Lurcano didn't care much. He sat apart from everyone else, and slowly downed shots while being quiet with himself. 'Who knows. Maybe I'll get so blasted drunk I'll actually manage to have fun in this place. People always said that was the best side of me.'

 

[Miss Blonde]

Patricia looked over to her sitcom of a family and cringed slightly before taking her second Cosmo and downing it in one gulp. The whole cast was there, the crazy over protective husband, the renegade daughter, the emo step sister, and the creepy uncle that showed up whenever they needed a job. Patricia stopped a server that was holding a tray of martinis and took the entire tray from them giving them a twenty credit tip to keep them coming. Downing another glass she looked over to [member="Cryax Bane"] and began to give him an apologetic look, but then [member="Razer Sin"] had to ruin that moment by giving Patricia Romeo's mask for when she was old enough for it. Yes Patricia still missed the man a lot but she had Jarven now and she loved him very much. Grabbing the mask she smiled at Razer and spoke nicely.

"Razer we are kind of in the middle of something really important. Please take Erika home, this is not the place for her." Patricia looked over to Cryax and began to comfort him again by rubbing his back gently

"Cryax it's not your fault hun. You are the president and he just couldn't handle that level of commitment and I'm sorry that it ended this way at least you are still-" Patricia tucked her head down as the sound of god awful music filled the air provided by a mando or something [member="Tuesday Blues"] singing a god awful folk song.

This was it, this was her personal hell. She had died on Manaan and everything since then has been struggle after struggle. If she had her gun it would be on right now. So Patricia just grabbed her city drink and pounded it down, followed by another, and at this point she was feeling a heavy buzz.

 

[Sin1]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Razer nodded, and smiled. "I just wanted to make sure you had before hand, I shall go get her, and take her home." He looked at Cryax. "Smile Blue Boy, looks better on you." He turned, and walked away to go find where Erika had been. Though something crossed his mind. "What the hell..." He looked over to where a large man was singing. The Mando leader huh? Razer cracked his neck. He felt the Mandalorians were pieces of crap now, and held no honor no more. He erased the smug look on his face, and continued after wherever his niece was.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva arrived in style. The black limousine coasted to a stop before the extravagant casino, a male Zabrak stepped out of the front seat and moved to open the back door. The first to step out was not Zenva herself, but her young niece, Renesri Aylia. Black combat boots stomped the pavement, as the eye traveled up the young woman one couldn't help but note she was rather under dressed for the gala event. Ripped black leggings, an 'artfully' torn skirt and a leather half jacket was all that consisted of the young Zabrak's party attire. Her mop of unruly black curls were wrangled into a semblance of order by a single pair of hair sticks. The crimson skinned girl scanned the streets briefly with bright lavender eyes before stepping clear of the door.

What followed, on silver high heels, was much more elegant, graceful and all together far more dangerous. Zenva Vrotoa was the zenith of Zabrak beauty. Long, sculpted legs could be glimpsed beneath her metallic silver slip of a dress. Her finely toned back was left bare, showing the full extent of her black tribal tattoos which ran down her spine and thorned across her ribs and thighs. Clear gem stones flashed on her hairless brow line, with another stud in her left nostril. Zenva's yellow-red eyes fixed on the doors of the casino and the two daughters of clan Vrotoa started up the stairs.

Renesri moved past her aunt halting the guard before the man had a chance to stop them, "As you can plainly see, lady Zenva has no place to hide a weapon. I am likewise unarmed. We would not dishonor our host by smuggling weapons, as no doubt others have done." The guard waved the pair through and Renesri let her aunt take the lead once more.

Zenva wasted no time on chitchat or mingling. She was here with a purpose and had eyes for only one man tonight. A certain blue skinned criminal overlord, her employer, [member="Cryax Bane"].

Nearing his VIP area, Zenva motioned her niece closer, "Now Ren, mind your manners. We are guests here. So no more rudeness like at the door. Others may have guns but it is because they are cowards. Remember we are Zabrak and without fear. Be proud we are unarmed, only then is it a fair fight." She smiled down to her young clanswoman, "Go on. Announce me."

Renesri smiled back and rushed forward, her voice raised above the ambient noise of the casino to be heard by most if not all in the VIP lounge, "Ladies and gentlemen, if I might have your attention." Little Ren waited a moment for attention to turn to her, "Presenting Lady Zenva, Matron of Clan Vrotoa."

Renesri bowed away as Zenva reached the lounge. The elder Zabrak smiled, nodding to her president, "Good evening, Mr Bane. I hope I haven't arrived terribly late."

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

((And anyone else I missed))
~Zenva's gown~
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[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din had chosen to call in a few favours that he had collected during his time on Nar Shadaa as the Shadow Leader of a minor (now extinct) slicing gang. As such he arrived in a limo, much like the Zabraks he had observed just entering, the Bothan sat back while waiting for the driver to open his door. Soon Tyro'din was limping his way to the entrance. On his most recent mission he had made a mistake and underestimated how paranoid the target was and had faced off against a bigger force than he had anticipated, as a result he had gotten a couple of blaster bolts to his right thigh. He had searched through the possessions he had taken with him from Bothawui and eventually managed to find his father's old brylark wood cane because he wished to let his leg heal naturally to teach him a lesson.

As he stood waiting to be checked over for weapons, he couldn't help tugging at his collar, feeling uncomfortable in the clothes he was wearing. This was because the last time he had gotten dressed up when he wasn't on a mission and had to play a part was when he was still on Bothawui, serving as a Minister. Tyro'din was wearing a shell spider silk royal navy dress shirt underneath a black waistcoat as well as a shell spider silk pair of trousers.

The Bothan couldn't hold in a sigh as the guard frisked him, looking for weapons that he didn't have on him. "Careful," he barked at the guard handling his cane, "Break that and I'll show you why I don't need weapons to kill." Tyro'din glared throughout the the process, impatient to get a drink. He snatched back his cane back when offered and strode into the casino, immediately heading towards the bar to get a drink.

He ordered the most exotic drink he saw from the bartender, nodding at [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] when he spotted her. Turning sharply once he received his drink he made his way over to one of the sabacc tables, looking to both rest his leg and try and earn some more money.