Faction Red Lights Under the Midnight Sun

[The Madclaw]

Powerful jabs came from the Hound, testing reach more than resilience. Madclaw deflected them with raised forearms, elbows up in the fighting posture of Stavi, the martial art of the Noghri. He knew he had reach on the Hound, his long arms made for climbing could also flatten foes with a blow. But that was not why he was here. Not to kill. Maybe to teach. But mainly to learn.

Grozkalla, Madclaw of Tojj, wished to know who fought alongside him. Better to know who he could trust... and who might place a shank in his ribs.

He sent back a flurry of punches, not full power, merely testing Reksar. A left jab, a right, then a hooking left. One-two-three. Memories of striking training pads on Dromund Kaas welled up. Not what he might call pleasant memories, but useful ones. Yes. The Sith had taught him many useful things.

Rohesia Munin

 

[Nekana Quane]

MIRAGE

When she was assured that Oancah had relaxed quite enough - really no need to keep her hackles up too much amongst such powerful individuals that were honestly trying to be nice, hmm? - Nekana released the girl from her direct influence. Being too high-strung and paranoid made people dangerously and unnecessarily reactionary, and you couldn’t have that when people seemed to be just here to enjoy the evening, now could you?

Only when she lifted her influence from the purple slave-girl did she notice the closer presence, and looked past the Twi’lek to find no less than the same seemingly ageless face and dark eyes staring back that she’d spied when she came in. And the only one of those two powerful presences that remained in the bar. The last piece fell into place. A new smile curved her lips.

[ Ahh. ]

So the head was here.

[ Ideal. ]

Then Parvati’s voice cut in, voicing her assurance that nothing would happen to the Twi’lek girl and imploring them to join her for a chat, and Nekana broke her gaze from him to glance at the dark-haired woman. Then she looked back to Aktur, gave him a tip of her head---

< I know who you are, Aktur Seii… but do you know who I am? >

---and with one more look, she went with Parvati to the booth at the back of the club. What he might do with that, she could only guess. She wished to speak to him, but she could only physically be in one place at a time. At the booth, she slipped in next to Parvati, leaving the other side for Oancah.

“Not surprising at all,” that wasn’t to say that she knew the proclivities of the woman, but for Nekana, nothing about the statement seemed unusual, “but only a few shots?”

There was a tease to her smile as much as her words, as she pulled a shot towards herself.

“Nekana,” she introduced, raising the shotglass in the same manner, and downing it with the same ease as the first. She could do shots all night if she had to.

Aktur Seii | Parvati | Oancah Shag​