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Pleasure Planet - SJO Dominion of the Zeltros Hex

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Elysium (Zeltros)

There is a new drug flooding the Mid Rim, called Elysium. After ingestion, the drug creates powerful hallucinations that [SIZE=11pt]allows[/SIZE] users to relive happy periods of their life with near perfect clarity and leaves them with a general sense of euphoria. Because of this particular effect, it had become wildly popular among depressed refugees escaping the Outer Rim and other war-torn areas of the galaxy.

Elysium has nasty side effects from prolonged and frequent use, most notably neurological damage and the risk of comas. It is highly addictive, and users often experience severe cases of withdrawal systems less than a day between uses, including tremors, vomiting, heightened aggression, psychotic episodes, and suicide.

After some analysis and information gathered from small drug busts throughout Silver Space, a joint task force of Jedi, Rangers, and various law enforcement organizations have traced the origins of the drug back to Zeltros, believed to synthesized from Zeltron pheromones like Essence.


This task force has centered their focus on a popular nightclub on Zeltros called Aroma, believed to be a major distribution hub for Elysium. Teams are tasked with infiltrating the club while undercover, working their way to the closely guarded lower levels of the club to confirm evidence of distribution and/or production. Once complete, a raid will be initiated to secure the club and to collect the ringleaders of the operation for questioning.

[member="Adele Crawford"] will be leading the operation, and be responsible for calling in the raiding element.


Rehab (Barsoom)

While the subterranean Jedi enclave primarily serves as a training ground for future investigators and clandestine operators, another important facet of the location is its outreach center, offering medical and social services for [SIZE=11pt]Cafarel[/SIZE] and drug addicts.

Help physicians/healers and aid workers treat patients. For characters that have little or no medical/healing experience, this can be a great opportunity to learn.


The Gifted Hands (Barsoom)

As part of their training at Barsoom, Jedi often instructed in the ways of psychometry. It is a very useful technique for the purposes of investigators, but it also a technique that carries great risk with each use.

Currently stationed on Barsoom as part of an ongoing operation in the region, Jyoti steps in to offer an introductory course to psychometry.


BYOO

Don't like what you see, then do your own thing!

(Special thanks to [member="Valae Kitra"] for the banner. <3)
 

Adele Crawford

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Zeltros
[SIZE=9pt]Sixty-Three days undercover[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Adele Crawford had done well for herself for the most part. Starting off diving head first into the spice scene with smuggling and dealings out on Nar Shadaa, she ventured out towards Kessel and did some work there, finally she made it to Zeltros. A new drug had flooded the markets, something far better than spice and glitterstim. Elysium, it was something that provided a euphoric memory traveling ride for the user. It sounded pretty amazing and Adele herself wanted to try it, but the side effects took a heavy toll. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It wasn’t unusual that the people buying this stuff were the displaced refugees and the low on luck. As much as it hurt, Adele couldn’t blow her cover. Loyalty was a thing in these sorts of rings, she had moved up and was now close to the inner circle. She had her own team in place and they were all going to be part of the answer to stop this. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Aroma was the front for the operation, a colorful place filled with women, booze and the drug Elysium. Adele had caught wind about the night club through her work and soon sent out encrypted messages to her team. They needed to get in and take down the main distribution site of the drug. If they crippled Aroma, they would cripple a major artery in the flow of the drug. From there, they could eventually find the responsible individual. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Adele was getting ahead of herself, they first needed to get into the club. Despite her connections within the pyramid scheme, she wasn’t at the top, close but not up there enough to get her to the VIP section of the club. Frowning, she knew she needed to call in the back up. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]In the underground of the Zeltron Capital, where Aroma called home - Adele waited for those she summoned. No one knew who each other was, all they knew is that they were working together. As much as Adele enjoyed this trip down memory lane, she missed being home. Standing in the middle of a darkened room, of an unmarked compound, she held two vials of Elysium. She stared at them, wondering if one wouldn’t hurt. Turning the vial over on itself, she remembered the effects of Glitterstim and wondered if this was better. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A certain argument in her past forced her to put it into her pocket. She was working and she had guests coming. [/SIZE]
 
Location: Barsoom council chambers

The Nameless jedi, one of the few zeltrons within the order who was a jedi fully. she knew the twins... and Maya and Joza and there was mostly... nothing she had been impressed with for them. Standing here with Ami Dejah who was looking over with some of her workers and a few from the locals. "So we are clear?" The zeltron looked up at her and the images of Barsoom as well as what would be a semi expansive network to reach out to Xasoom and Jaisoom. Two dedicated areas that like this one trained investigators it would be set up to handle some of the other threats in the galaxy.

"I am, thank you. I know the other jedi arriving might fidn it strange but the Jeddek here might offer a few ideas. Ami wanted to work on it and here in Barsoom well they had managed to make a good effort with the relief suppliesl, with the training and had a massive investigation resource that would document and have building plans for different locations. If they wanted to use it. The jedi had also remained at the ready, leaving room for her padawan Selena to be here when there were a few other zeltron jedi coming. She knew Bellalika and maybe Nami would be here to help with things... "Alright, we wil prepare to head out."
 
Objective: One
Allies: [member="Adele Crawford"]

She was home.. or at least as close to home as she could be and the teenager stretched out. The cybernetics had gotten... comfortable almost. She was so used to them. She had done plenty fo undercover work but here on Zeltros it was very different if you didn't know how to go with the flow... Barsoom helped in many of those cases, you could get al fo the informaiton you needed from their army of investigators, acces to areas around the city for dead drops and sneaking in and out. You could move around better as well as the jedi heard a small team was being assembled.. she didn't know what to do but outsiders on zeltros were not uncommon so it would help but asking the wrong questions always alerted people.

"Please be careful my lady." The droid spoke as she ran some eater and splashed her face, slicking back her blue hair, the scars from her operations on her body were visible but those were usually just seen as conversation starters with the right crowds. Her understanding of well the people and knowing that zeltrons were about the pleasure and the empathy but were fully aware while most dealt with the pheromones. It would serve any team trying to go through zeltros well to have someone not addled. People forgot there was a reason violence rarely happened on a planet where passions ran high. Why invasions and wars failed or if they did happen only lasted a handful of hours instead of days or even weeks... never mind the notion of years.

"Well this should be interesting."
 
Location: Dancefloor of Aroma
Objective: Wait to hear word from Adele.

Smuggling spices and illegal drugs had gained Carab insight into the new drug raved from Zeltros, he had been smuggling a few goods not far from the system and decided to come to Zeltros to check out the upbeat atmosphere and the drug itself. Hearing its amazing hit, it almost sounded too good to be true. It wasn't difficult to hear the nasty downsides of the drug, coma and permanent cognitive damage were not things Carab wanted to feel, especially since this drug was meant to be highly addictive as well. Instead, Carab heard from a recent clntact about an operation to take it down. While taking the drug down was not usually in his benefit, he figured a few boxes going missing wouldn't harm a soul. Keeping some for himself or to sell to some eager Hutts would be ideal, definitely help him rise in rank. Currently he had to work solo if he wanted to earn enough to eat that day.

Moving along the dancefloor, there was a particularly high female human, refugee by the look of her and definitely not using glitterstim or spice. He smiled politely as he moved in closer, he wondered if she could give up where she got it. "Hey! Looks like you're having a good time, what you taking?!" He shouted over the loud bass music thumping in the room, she looked blankly at him for a moment before laughing and pulling out some Elysium. "Elysium! This stuff get you loving life and looks like you need some!" She giggled as she placed some in his hand. "I... I rather get my own, do you know who is selling?" Carab asked quickly, surprised it was so easy to be given some.

She shook her head and drifted off into the crowd, leaving Carab with the drug in his hand. He looked at the drug, one dose wouldn't do much harm, no one would notice either. His life wasn't especially upbeat like the woman saw, this could be a chance to feel better. Closing his eyes, Carab took the drug and shook his head. Not the most pleasant taste going down. Blinking, he waited to feel the affect.

[member="Adele Crawford"] | [member="Bellalika"]
 

Ugohr Poof

The Traveling Gungan Salesman
Location: Zeltros
Objective: Banking

Refugees took a toll on the banking system of several different planets and Ugohr knew that he should help out those refugees with not just food and construction supplies as he did on Alderaan, but also with the means to put their lives back on track. Just that one Zeltron thought it was a good idea to get a construction project finished that was unfinished under the FWC days, but money ran out and it was a much trickier loan to get done than the small-time loans he processed in his last assignment. It was a much more massive undertaking, and it would be a much larger loan, too. Now, he didn't question the ability of that Zeltron to get tenants for his proposed building, but the Gungan half-expected the Zeltron go get him to smoke weed when he finally got face-to-face with him, after arriving on Zeltros for finalizing financing for the construction of the skyscraper to resume. It was put on hold and he knew that the Zeltron would have refugees on hand to get the stuff built and whatnot, provided he had financing. He was looking at the unfinished building where the Zeltron asked him to come.

"Mesa Ugohr Poof, and mesa have a few questions for yousa"

"I will answer all your financing questions, but first, please smoke some weed"
 
Location: Barsoom
Nearby: [member="Charlie"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"]
Objective: Learn Psychometry/Enjoy time away

It was Kat's first time away from Kashyyyk in a long time. She had been busy with ship repairs and organising herself for Jedi training. Her sister also wanting to keep in touch constantly during her pregnancy was filling Kat's time, she felt odd becoming an aunt, she was still only eighteen and didn't know what her future held. Then there were siblings, one sister married with a child on the way, two brothers in the army and gaining ranks quickly with their skills. It felt terrifying seeing everyone so well equipped and knowing the direction they wanted to take while Kat was stuck unsure she wanted to eat breakfast. Shaking her head, she tried to appreciate the location she was currently in. Zeltros, it was a planet she hadn't been before but heard a lot about.

No one could conquer Zeltros, not due to its superior army or defensives, just because you couldn't prevent yourself getting caught up in the upbeat lifestyle and atmosphere. It was a great place to kick off your shoes and relax. However, the Order were here to do business, there had been talks about some drug operation but that didn't take Kat's fancy, instead she decided to check out the temple and possibly partake in the psychometry lesson. It was something crucial to her Jedi training and it would be a good time to talk to other students and get to know them. If she didn't fancy it, she could always hit the clubs and just let her hair down for once. Zeltros seemed to loosen Kat up, she was normally tight wound up with her shyness and uncertainity. The way of life dragged out a more easy going Kat.

Wandering to Master Nooran, she gave a lazy smile. "Sup, here for lesson on Psychometry."
 
Losing is tempoary, giving up is permanent.
Location: Barsoom
Objective: (2) Learn Phychochemistry
SJo Peps Nearby Apparently: [member="Kat Decoria"] - [member="Jyoti Nooran"] - [member="Charlie"]

Investigation into underworld dealings was nothing new to Sukai, tough the powers in which to undertake said roles where sadly lacking for the newly appointed knight. This along with being a sucker for learning and ever increasing her skill set made the young Jin Jedi more then eager to under take Phychochemistry, herself being among the first to arrive at the underground training facility.

How the Jedi managed to build this place keep and keep it a secret though boggled her mind, more over when they made such a base, did the FWC know about it? Or was everyone in the dark about it's presence on the party planet? Who knew, but it was not really her concern, the black dressed woman entering the room shortly after a white haired looking mechanic did, another Echani? possible a new Padawan as well?

Approaching Jyoti Sukai gave a small respectful bow, standing to the left of unknown woman, "good day to you Nooran-sama, I am present to get underway with the Phychochemistry training that you are providing us today".
 
Location: Zetros, Night Club Aroma, Back Booth.
Objective: Byoo
Wearing: This
Weapons: Ranger Pistol Tag in Signature.
Posts: 1
Alyisa reclined back into her cushioned seat and tossed a boot on the edge of the table. The Blond Corellian had a bottle of whiskey in her left hand and spice in the other. She was defiantly blending in as she took a good puff and drew in some of that spice into her lungs. Technically she was on duty as she watched the female Zeltronian dancing on the table. Well sort of. She was here if the infiltration team had any trouble, hence why she was blinding in very nicely.



Alyisa did have half the mind to never come to this planet again. That is because of everything that had happened the last time she was here. There was now a chance she was married to two different women? That and there might be inappropriate videos of her out there? Well hopefully she and [member="Sala'dine"] had taken care of that. The last thing they needed was that nonsense to get out. Not that Alyisa was technically a Jedi. She was actually more of the Witchy persuasion thanks to her first wife/mate [member="La'Ca Cavataio"]. Gee, things were just so confusing. No wonder Alyisa was smoking it and with a drink in the other.
 
Location: Aroma, Zeltros
Objective: One
Allies / In the Vicinity of : [member="Alyisa Mithel"] | [member="Adele Crawford"] | [member="Bellalika"] | Dav Hannser
Equipment: LPD-11 Heavy Blaster Pistol, Cabarello-series Armored Clothing (smuggler attire)

"You don't look right...well....you look almost right," decided Dav Hannser, looking the blonde man up and down.

For his part, Gir thought he looked almost indistinguishable from some of the other spacers frequenting the joint, clad in loose-fitting black trousers with matching long-sleeve shirt partially covered by a light blue utility vest. A worn bantha leather belt with a low-slung holster containing a slim blaster pistol completed his ensemble. Hannser leaned forward to ruffle up Gir's vest and unbutton several buttons across his outfit. Looking too formal I guess? A good portion of him, the part that had spent nearly two decades in military service, hated that unkempt look. Yet he couldn't fault the old smuggler's logic. It would hardly seem right for someone partying hard to care about looking immaculate. A few more selective straps on his vest undone and 'accidentally' creasing one of his collars underneath the vest completed the look. Dav briefly stepped back.

"Better...your dad was a bit stiff too sometimes. Try and have a good time, forget about the mission for the time being. They'll let us know when they're ready. Besides, I have someone interesting for you to meet."

Gir briefly cocked his head to the side, "It isn't one of the entertainers, is it?"

"You wish," snorted Dav, eying Gir carefully, "no, this is more business than pleasure. Come on, follow me."

The two men wove their way through the crowd, rubbing shoulders with everyone from refugees to some of the highest movers and shakers of the area. Despite Gir's preoccupation with classifying those around him, he was all too aware that everyone else seemed to oblivious to their normal stations in life. Everything is lost in the party...but that's why people party, I guess. He deftly side-stepped past a staggering rodian who promptly fell flat on his face and onto the floor. Judging by the smell of the green liquid pouring out from around his body, Gir guessed that the alien had had a little too much to drink. His eyes darted among the crowd, picking out a host of other peoples fueling their own vices. He could see at least a half-dozen types of drug paraphernalia with just a glance. The man began to wonder just how they would figure out which drug was which, and how they would narrow that down to Aroma. Some kind of advanced scanner or local intel, perhaps? The man's thoughts were abruptly halted by Dav's oustretched hand on his chest.

"You see that Mrlssi over there? Came to the world to further research chemical compounds based on Zeltron's pheremones almost a decade ago. A real genius with two Master's Degrees from the Mrlsst Trade and Science Academy. I think he may have some research that you might interesting, or maybe one of the company's your associated with."

Gir eyed the brightly plumed alien skeptically, "He seems rather drunk...or high? Are you sure about this?"

"I will wager you two thousand credits on it."

"That's too high for me," said Gir, "I'll take your word on that. Why don't you introduce us..."
 
Location: Aroma Nightclub, Zeltros
Team: Hulk Smash
Objective: Masquerade as patrons, drink, tell stories and make merry to fit in until the signal is given that evidence has been found and arrests need to be made - perform a raid, arrest all guilty parties and any attacking associates.
Teammates: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Saka Amara"], [member="Iakchi"], [member="Glenn Knight"], [member="Anora Vahn"]

Josh didn't have great memories of Zeltros, it never didn't go without a hitch when he came here. Regardless, their objective here was to stop the sale of the dangerous Elysium drug before it could cause anymore serious harm to anyone. Being more of a "hulk smash" type of Jedi, Jedi Master Josh DragonsFlame would be leading Team "Hulk Smash" to infiltrate the establishment, in similar fashion to the other infiltration team, but with another goal. They were to simply kick back, have a few drinks, laugh and make merry amongst themselves to blend in and ensure that they weren't suspected. When the evidence gathering team gave the signal to indicate they had found sufficient evidence, then the team would Hulk out and secure the nightclub, arresting any guilty parties and aggressors. Simple enough.

Josh hadn't wanted to bring his Padawans with him for this mission, but they had insisted, and seeing as Asaraa was here, as well as this Wookiee, he supposed that the numbers game on top would minimalize potential injury to the Padawans, and they at least had enough experience to do this. He would have preferred Anora finish her Caves mission and construct her lightsaber first, but... Well, she still wasn't entirely ready to tackle it. And the other two were new, though both had prior experience, at least.

Regardless, The Final Dragon would drop the crew off, and they made their way, in civilian gear, to the Aroma Nightclub where the group would soon enough find seats at a large table. Josh's eyes rested then on the Wookiee, Lakchi. Deciding to get to know the one person out of the group that wasn't his student, he would question them in their own tongue, Shyriiwook, a tongue he had learned from a Wookiee he'd saved from slavery years ago. He was a village Chieftain now... He still wanted to bring [member="Tallia Farn"] there someday. They'd both saved him, not just him, though odds are she wouldn't remember.

"Waoo rooohu hoahcahao rooohurc acooscwoohoorcanwa oowwaowowh?" (Do you visit your homeworld often?) Josh would ask, referring to Kashyyyk. It was the Silver Jedi's base of operations, so it was worth asking if this one had lived there prior to their occupation.
 

Mathilde Brennus

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Objective: Shore Leave (BYOO)
Location: Zeltros Central Spaceport

The Core was in flames, but Mathilde couldn't be happier.

New and established powers alike each vied for control of the richest region of the galaxy in the wake of the power vacuum created by the fall of the Galactic Alliance. The mercenary cared not for who came out on top, only that the struggles continued so that she could reap the rewards of conflict.

However, while she was thankful that business was steady, it could also take its toll. Between operations, it was now time for the Echani and her murderous band of Hawks to let loose on THE recreational destination of the galaxy: Zeltros.

From their warships, the mercenaries descended upon the central spaceport in large shuttles. From her window seat, she studied city as they came near. It seemed like every square block was basked in a neon blaze. A nice big light show for one eternal party.

"I bought some plugs to filter out the pheromones," she informed Siala. "but I think I'd cheat myself out of the full experience. What do you think?"

[member="Siala Brennus"]
 

Iakchi

Babysitter, Bodyguard, Beverage Connoisseur
Location: Aroma Nightclub
Objective: Blend in before Hulk Smash
Teammates: : [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Saka Amara"] | [member="Glenn Knight"] | [member="Anora Vahn"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]


Zeltros had been a bit out of his experience, a planet that appeared dedicated to partying and hedonism. The young Wookiee's mind was boggled at the sheer amount of nightclubs and bars to attend. Music, lights, dancing girls (and guys) in the streets, it was all a far cry from the Wryoshr trees of his home planet. But it was also an exciting assignment that he was now on.

Some sort of new drug was on the market, a very addictive and very dangerous one, and it had been traced back to the nightclub that the Wookiee found himself in now. The goal was to blend in until the time was right to strike, a proposition that was difficult for a massive hulking furry beast at the best of times, but thankfully Zeltros was such a travel destination for many that nobody but those in his path gave him a second look. He'd even been asked once or twice if he was on the security payroll for the club. Part of him humored the idea of seeking employment as a bouncer if this whole Jedi thing didn't work out, but for now, he stuck to his task.

He ordered a glass of Thiikkian brandy, glad that this club was one that served the Kashyyyk-native beverage. A warning from his uncle had made him concerned that he wouldn't be able to find a drink on this planet that could satisfy the naturally strong alcohol tolerance of a Wookiee, though a single drink had him concerned it wasn't real Thiikkian brandy. Probably something synthesized with alternate ingredients. Taste aside, however, the strength would do fine. After all he wasn't here to get drunk.

The appearance of the Silver Jedi Battlemaster at his side was a welcome one. Iakchi hadn't trained under the man, but he'd seen training recordings of his, and appreciated his technique. For all his own skill with a lightsaber, there were several within the Order whose abilities he strove to incorporate into his own. He wondered if he'd be forced to use his tonight, the elongated shape of the double-bladed saber hidden away within the heavy coat he wore.

"I actually live on Kashyyyk," the Wookiee replied with a nod, turning to [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] as he spoke in his native tongue. It was a bit of a surprise that the man could speak Shyriiwook competently, as it was a difficult language for many other species to learn, let alone properly speak. "Born and raised, and brought up in the Order."
 
Location: Zetros, Night Club Aroma, Back Booth
Nearby: [member=Alyisa Mithel]
Outfit: Current Look (Grey Tank Top with black jean like shorts)
Weapons: Rancor Knives and Rancor Claws (Looks like this in bone form and not metal)
Pet: Ol’ Queenie McCutie
Objective: BYOO
Post Count: One

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Holding her Queenie, a yorshi from Leritor. La’Ca was happily visit a world that was close to home. It was missing dungeons of fun all over the place. The business of the world was a little more than home so fair trade… maybe. Now she was here armed with more than just a cute puppy. There was mission and fun times.

Slipping into Aroma, a smile formed as her eyes rested on the target. Yes, a person was a target. After their last encounter, the predator was getting for her prey now. La’Ca slid into the booth. Snuggling Aly while she had her boot on the table and leaning back. Teasingly spoke to Aly, “Oh look Queenie, its Alyisa Mithel… What?” She held the puppy away from her for a moment before bringing it back to her, “No, Queenie… she is my late wife. How dare you say that and like for Goddess sake, you have a dirty mind.”

Turning her head, La’Ca was the one that licked Aly’s cheek and chuckled about it.


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Sala'dine

Admiral of the Ghost Fleet
Location: Zeltros Night Club
With: [member="Alyisa Mithel"] [member="La'Ca Cavataio"]

Zeltros was a place she hadn't been expecting to come to so quickly... given everything that had happened with Alyisa well she was surprised when the other had agreed and become paert fot he exfiltration team. Sala'dine had the Jedi Shadow cloaked in orbit with runabouts and ships on standby but this was zeltros.. more then likely that wouldn't be needed when she fel the other ones arriving. From the booth the more straight backed admiral had gone casial, form fitted crop top showing her physique and long hair that was down her shoulders. She was drinking but careful about it and the alfactory implants to lessen the pheromones here on the world.

"Her." This was also a reason to drink... Alyisa had sat her down after her visit and tried to explain how this triangle or was it arrow came to be? She and Sala'dine had been drugged, spending a week on the planet and getting married in it after their thing... but with their working through it they had never diminished with each other. If anything they had come to accept it and seemed to at the time had welcomed the idea with some alterations. Mostly anything that could be considered risque be confined to special rooms or behind closed doors. THeir antics might not be well disliked, they were even allowed but there was no need to rub ones face in it.

THe other well she had listened and all of this talk of former loves, past lives, memories and the netherworld had brought on the need to drink excessively so she questioned it.. wondering but she had never once said it was false. Stranger things had happened and still happened. her eyes were watching La'Ca who entered and was talking as she sat on the one side fo the booth watching the zeltron on the table. Eyes following the puppy but she leaned over just enough to make herself know to La'Ca unsure of what she had been told of the other woman but she wasn't going to get into a war for ALyisa... no one would win and she could lose her instead of win her or claim her.
 
Objective: Depends on who Scherezade ends up interacting with
Location: In a corner booth in Aroma, overlooking the crowd.
People in the area: [member="Adele Crawford"] [member="Bellalika"] [member="Carab Kil'vah"] [member="Alyisa Mithel"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Iakchi"] [member="La'Ca Cavataio"] [member="Sala'dine"]
Wearing: Jeans and a pink tap top, combat boots
Wielding: 12 Czerka knives under her clothes
Posts: 1

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You are nothing, child.
Zeltros. A planet of pheremones and beauty, a planet of seduction. She had not come here because she wanted to be seduced. She had come here because she'd wanted to forget. Forget everything. The pain of the betrayal by the man she loved and the woman she had thought her sister still beat through her, and after more than a week of being constantly drunk in the hopes of removing at least some of the pain, she was at her wits end. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that it was not good. It was not good to constantly think about it, it was not good to dwell on broken promises, it was not good to never stop thinking about what she had lost and how she had burned the bridges between her and them for it.

Things had become indefinetly harder after she had attended a wedding and had seen them, dancing, smiling together, the woman who once was her sister also finding her brother. Scherezade threw the empty glass bottle against the wall and it shattered, glass shards flying all around. She had scratched her cheek in the process. She couldn't bear it, could't keep knowing it. Katrine had gotten everything. She had gotten the guy, she had gotten the unbroken promises, she had gotten her brother. She had everything she wanted, and she had claimed Gerwald while Scherezade had laid unconscious on a bed, fighting for her life. Bitterly, Scherezade wondered if they had also made love with each other next to her would be corpse. The had brought her back from the brink of death, after being swallowed by the Darkness, only to kill her again. Not physically. But her heart and her soul had been more than crushed, and there was no way she could find to climb out of the pit of hell that she had been thrown in against her will, without a choice. She had left them that night. She had left Katrine and her family, left Gerwald and his broken promise, left the Mandragora. She had wished them both a happy life together and to die surrounded by fat grandchildren.

She was no longer welcome on Ryloth, she believed. She was no longer welcome anywhere, as even her presence in the CIS was just barely tolerated, and she assumed that with the broken connection to the Nightmother it would be unwaned at all. So what else was there, other than to go to new places?

And here she was now, at a club called the Aroma, on Zeltros. It had been weeks since she had last touched Gerwald, more if you counted the week she had spent in the Darkness was more like years to her mind. Both her body and her mind had been starved of touch. She, the girl who had up until not too long ago loathed having her personal space invaded, found that she needed to be touched, to be held, to be... To be wanted. That was what it all boiled down to, after all, didn't it? And always, always the whispers in the back of her mind, the words that the Darkness had tossed at her, words that with every passing day proved themselves to be so true. There is nothing for you outside of the Darkness.

Men had danced on her in this club. Women had too. She had been drunk the entire time, drunk before she had arrived, drunk since the day after she returned to her ship over a week ago. And still nothing. She could find no pleasure in being grinded against, no pleasure in being shown affection, be it real or fake. All she could think of was her beating heart. Her stupid, beating heart, that refused to turn into stone. She had loved Gerwald deeper and stronger than she ever thought anyone could ever love a person, and the wound left by his and Katrine's betrayal ran even deeper. There would be no escape for her, not from this hell, not from anything.

You are weak.
Scherezade took another long gulp from her bottle and stared forward, sitting in a corner booth, her gaze empty. Even here, even on Zeltros, where pheremones reigned free, she could not feel anything else.

She did not know about the perfumed drug or the mission to take it down. She did not know it was even a possible danger, right on this planet, right in this club. As always, Scherezade would be the last to find out, and the one to pay the price.

Scherezade drank again.

What else was there?

You will have no one when you come out of the Darkness.
 
Location: Zeltros: Nightclub
Team: Try not to break all the things
Objective: Keep everyone out of trouble and look natural
Allies: [member="Iakchi"] | [member="Josh"] Dragonsflame | [member="Saka Amara"] | [member="Glenn Knight"] | [member="Anora Vahn"]
Wearing: This Sunshot Pistol strapped to one leg, 6 Shiva knives hidden around her body.

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It was...different, the entire planet of Zeltros was like something out of a dream, possibly a drug-fuelled dream. Everywhere you looked there were flashing lights, people dancing and grinding up against one another. The force around her seemed to pulse and glow with the emotions and excitement as she pulled her senses in, blue eyes drifting over the crowd of partiers that filled the club. It was an unusual sight, all the colours and species mixed together. In a way it was a slice of peace in an increasingly fractious galaxy, the war and conflict set to the side as everyone enjoyed the party. Or at least that as the surface, the whole reason that the Silver Jedi had deployed to Zeltros in the first place was that there was a undercurrent to it, a drug ring being run under the noses of the partygoers around.

Although speaking of partygoers, Asaraa's gaze flicked down to glance at her outfit as a wry grin tugged at her lips. With her pale pink hair and the loose top and shorts the padawan looked just like any other partygoer. Even down to the pistol strapped to her thigh, you could never be too careful after all, Ther only thing she had to complain about was the lack of anywhere to hide a lightsaber anywhere about her person, not that it would hold her back too much after all. She didn't want to become too dependant on any one weapon and at least like this no-one would give her a second look, just another girl out to have some fun and relax on Zeltros. It was important not to break that cover or let anyone suspect her she realised as she rested her forearms on the bar, gesturing at the bartender as she twisted around, bringing the glass up to her lips as her foot tapped up and down in time to the music.
 
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Bring Your Own Objective
THE PLANET
Z E L T R O S

To be honest, Boo wasn't certain if this was going to work or not.

Things had been pretty crazy lately. As in, even crazier than was usual. First, Théo had adopted him. Then that had led to meeting Thurion and Coci in a completely different light. Then they'd gone to Midvinter and nearly all been killed.

Boo knew that Théo had lost a good friend recently, battling the Sith on Thyferra. The Beorni had actually managed to save the planet, so in Pyrrhic victory at least they had won the battle. Except, they'd lost the war. The Galactic Alliance had fallen.

Well, the part about Coruscant burning was good news. For Boo at least.

If what the Netherworld had done to Corellia would happen to Coruscant, it still wouldn't be enough to quell the deeply scarred hatred and rage that the former slave harbored for the former capital of the One Sith.

But, this wasn't supposed to be about him.

It was supposed to be about Théo.

The Most Right Scruffy had been fighting Sith to the right of him and the hordes of evil from Midvinter to the left of him, and losing friends to either side. So the young Pantoran had planned a trip to an amusement park.

Something where they could forget about the Sith and the Jedi for a little while. And maybe, just maybe, remember what it was like to have fun again.

...wait, Ser Scruffy hadn't invited [member="Ylva Solveig"] had he?

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Ugohr Poof

The Traveling Gungan Salesman
Location: Zeltros
Objective: Banking

Weed? Was that Zeltron a stoner? Noah wonder hesa drove previous bankers away, he thought, while refusing the stoner Zeltron's weed. The question being: how much was he going to need to get the construction finished? The Zeltron real estate developer already got 29 floors complete, but how high would that be once finished? Unfinished perhaps, but it was partially occupied so at least he could get some rental revenue out of it. And yet the Gungan couldn't just rely on a visual count of lights because it was entirely possible some offices occupied the inside, thanks to Zeltron ordinances, so among the things he asked for was the building's income statement. And possibly its balance sheet, but a building's balance sheet would not tell much about how much it costs to get it finished. Just that the income statement would tell us whether the promoter is earning any money, knowing that maintenance, taxes (property or not), loan amortization and utilities are the big-ticket items to watch out for, on top of revenues. Perhaps a forecast of income at completion would also be useful to the Gungan, too.

"Yoursa building's income statement please"
 
Location: Aroma Nightclub, Zeltros
Team: Hulk Smash
Objective: Masquerade as patrons, drink, tell stories and make merry to fit in until the signal is given that evidence has been found and arrests need to be made - perform a raid, arrest all guilty parties and any attacking associates.
Teammates: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Saka Amara"], [member="Iakchi"], [member="Glenn Knight"], [member="Anora Vahn"]

Between the black leather jacket, the dark blue, loose-fitting t-shirt and the baggy pants, odds are the 6'4 man didn't look like he'd be out of place in a swoop biker gang. He probably looked like he came straight out of a security agency, so he could easily spin his story as a bodyguard if need be. His lightsaber of course, was hidden in a compartment of his boots, the heavy blaster attached to his back was more or less a prop. He could use it if need be, and while it would need two hands to hold, it came with a powerful jolt if he fired it. It wasn't too far from the bowcasters that the Wookiees generally used.

Josh would nod his head as the Wookiee would answer that he still lived on Kashyyyk, though he quirked a brow when he said he was brought up in the Order. The Order had only been a thing for roughly 4 or 5 years, maybe a bit more, right? Perhaps he simply misheard. It didn't matter either way, he had his question answered.

"Do you understand Basic well enough?" He would ask the Wookiee, in his own native Basic this time. He would need to know in order to communicate orders more effectively. "As well" He added as he would hold out a hand to shake with a warm smile. "Josh. It's good to meet you. Asa speaks highly of you, it's good to have you aboard" He would greet then.

With that in order, he would order his own drink when the bartendress would approach, and look out toward where Asaraa was ordering at the bar itself, curious if the Padawan intended to be by herself the whole time. With that, he would then lower his voice as he addressed the group.

"You lot, before we commence, I want to remind you of what I explained on the ship. Force Breath is your best weapon against the pheromones in Zeltros' air, as well as the extra ones that will be in the drinks. Repeat after me, focus your energies as such" He would speak low as he would activate Force Breath, and while the pressures on his head from the pheromones were still there, he at least had a bit of relief in comparison to before. While they were here to have fun while they waited, they couldn't lose focus on the task at hand. Force Breath was also, luckily, not something that would easily be sensed. With the lot focusing their senses on him, they would be able to pick it up enough to be able to replicate what he was doing, but only the execution would be picked up, and the trail would be gone immediately after. It would keep their anonymity. While [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] wouldn't be able to hear him, he was sure she likely already had Force Breath learned, if she was listening to the briefing on the ship. Right?

"You should also get your stories straight, in case anyone asks. If you do tell stories, just try not to make it too obvious what you are. Spin it... Just a little" He suggested, a cheeky grin crossing his lips.
 

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