Red Ravens Dominion of Syvris

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Red"] Raven Storyteller
So there was a thing as being too sexy. The man in front of her started have a freaking heart attack and this did not bode well for their plans. A dead man couldn't sign a contract or support the raven occupation to help keep the stock market from tanking. This guy needed to live, quickly jumping off him she watched a few bouncers carrying the man's still twitching body away.

"Shoo!" She ran up to him and quickly dismissed the guards with a look of pure murder. There wasn't a lot she could do but she knew basic CPR and chest compressions, all she had to do was get his heart back on track right there on the floor of the club.

Opening up his shirt she laid the man on his back to try and help him. And if worse came to worse she had a secret weapon to bring this man back. Looking over to another raven [member="Deborah Waller"] she didn't have time for her. She quickly moved back to the man and began to blow air into his lungs while pinching his nose. After that she placed her hands over one another and began to pump at his chest with a rhythm. After a few seconds of doing show she breathed more air into him then checked for a pulse

 

[Keira Priest]

The nerve of some people. It didn’t surprise her, not really, and nor should it have. With all that she’d seen in terms of the criminal underworld, encounters like this were beginning to get old. Most were slow to approach her when she carried her weapon so openly, but then again, this Zeltron wasn’t most people. He was self-sure, cocky if she’d ever seen it, and to top that all off he knew exactly what he wanted and what he needed to do in order to ensure that he got it. They were qualities she could appreciate in anyone, were they not standing too close for comfort and invading her personal space on more than one count.

Keira had to remind herself that this time the Ravens were trying to win the planet over through the people, and with them being a criminal syndicate it invariably included people like this. Very well, she would play her part, but only for a while longer. “I don’t think you’d like me quite as much if you knew what it is I’m not telling you.” Chances were that was at least partially true. Her past with the Jedi tended not to sit well with people. She found herself not being able to come up with clear reasoning against much, and had to again remind herself that it was his pheromones doing all the talking, not her own rationale.

Maybe it was time to give a little before she took away. Besides, she was perfectly capable of defending herself, should things go awry. So she didn’t deny his further advances just yet, allowing their fingers to intertwine just barely. “I’d be up for drinks. You’ll forgive me if I don’t jump into things headfirst. I like to know just who it is I’m talking to.”

[member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

[member="Red Ravens Storyteller"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Dryzl raised an eyebrow as the drunkards began to go on a rant about being pretty and whatnot. Clearly, she had not chosen the correct sentence structure. Perhaps I should have said "amputation" instead of surgery; they do not appear to be the same thing in Basic. Preparing a better way to get her message across, she opened her mouth again when suddenly, her client appeared next to her. Instinctively, she put a protective arm across his front. What is he doing? This one was a peculiar individual, to be sure. At the very least, he contrasted drastically with the other Chiss she'd grown up around. And now he was attempting to do her job?

Erud'ryz'ladre was unsure of how to interpret it. There were two different ways to read the situation: a ) Mr. Bane lacked faith in her ability to handle a situation, even one with stubborn drunkards, or b ) he was one of those people who knew how to handle their own problems. Situation B, however, made little sense; if he was able to do that, then why bother to hire her? Unless he needed a scapegoat. Situation A was just as distressing; Dryzl was by no means the best of the best, but for someone of her age she was certainly close enough. "Sir, I--"

Once again, though, she was interrupted as the hooligans went off again on her and Mr. Bane. She kept her mouth shut as the drunks told them off. She kept her mouth shut as the drunks called them jerks. But her jaw dropped just a bit when Mr. Bane ordered his droids and other henchmen to kill the men. Erud'ryz'ladre's own blasters stayed in their holsters; not only were there plenty of shooters already, but the kill order was a tad overkill, in her opinion.

Watching the bodies for a moment, the Chiss looked up when her client ordered her to go on to the Rancor's Den. With all of his protection. As he walked off, Dryzl looked at the droids. "Continue to the Den without me," she said. Spinning around stiffly, she then marched over to where Mr. Bane had affected a ridiculous-looking pose. Stopping beside him, she crossed her arms and studied him, stony-faced. "Mr. Bane," she began, switching over to Cheunh unconsciously. "Bah sea csart'avt, Ch'ah nah tuzo tir vah cseah s ran tsucavt. Vah cart ch'eo vtean'ci, vim Ch'ah cart veo hisbah. Veo ran'bin'he'asas cart ch'eo ch'an'cio'as." Murderer or no, it was still her job to protect him, and that was something she intended to do.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Having gotten wind of some violence at Flyboys, armed security guards started bustling around the spaceport, talking hurriedly into their commlinks. As he watched them to make sure that he wasn’t being suspected, Cryax noticed that his Chiss bodyguard had not followed his orders, and instead walked up to him with an unreadable expression. He wasn't sure but the look on her face might have suggested pure awe. She was probably impressed by how masterfully he’d handled the situation in the cantina.

She told him in Cheunh that she was adamant about protecting him. He rolled his glowing red eyes, but inside he was very pleased with her loyalty. Good bodyguards were hard to find in Wildspace. “Fine, Dryzl,” he said somewhat testily. “A drug lord known as The Rancor is meeting me here with some of his cronies. He can’t know that you’re my bodyguard, so for all intents and purposes you are my sister for the rest of the evening. Got it?”

[member="Erud'ryz'ladre"] [member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]

 

[Sage Bane]

The Pinkport on Syvris, home of the oldest profession in the galaxy. Sage Bane was no stranger to brothels, having worked in one on Nar Shaddaa when he was barely out of his teens. Unfortunately that fine establishment didn't like the working men and women to come along with heavy duty spice addictions so the half-Chiss was quickly booted out on the street once the Madam found out that he was spending all of her credits on glitterstim.

The Pinkport itself was a vertiable mall of a brothel, with not only a house of ill repute located inside, but also many high end shops and even a plastic surgeon's private practice. No wonder the Ravens wanted control of the place. There were major credits to be made here. Sage had come to the Pinkport at the behest of his brother who had hired him to help win the hearts and minds of the Syrvis population. All the better for the Red Ravens to swoop in and run the planet and its assets behind-the-scenes, of course. Sage’s mission: To ply the owner of the Pinkport with lavish gifts and spice supplied by his brother, just a little gilding of the lily, which happened to be the silver-tongued hybrid’s specialty.

As he headed towards the brothel with packages in his arms, Sage spied a familiar figure, one of the Red Ravens, Keira Ticon, who was holding hands with a Zeltron male that looked like a walking STD. He chuckled and approached the couple. Time to ungild a different lily.

“Keira, why didn’t you tell me you moonlighted here at the Pinkport? You really need to stop hiding your many hidden talents.”

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Dak was growing impatient. The Raven she had been keeping an eye on was basically out there with the vagrants negotiating the bloody Treaty of Coruscant. As she leaned against the building with a sigh she heard two heavily painted ladies talking about jewelry. They walked right by her, absorbed in their own conversation.

"... and then I opened the box and it was Eriaduan shellwork. I just about died!"

"Well get this. Last time I hung out with Aurel he gave me a necklace made of Rainbow Gems!"

Dak caught up to them, "Hey, if a girl wanted to have fun on this planet where would she go?"

"The Pinkport of course," one of the answered.

"Can you show me the way?"

The women looked at each other and smiled, "Oh we'll do more than that. We'll take you there, sweetie."

[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]


Cronies... Erud'ryz'ladre was still unfamiliar with many words from Galactic Basic, but from the context of the word and her employer's obvious criminal tendencies, it didn't take much brain power to figure out what it was. Done with that small tangent, she briefly wondered if she would be considered a cronie. Surely not; I have much more honour than they.

Moving on, she focused on the rest of Mr. Bane's sentence. So the Rancor was a drug lord? How predictable, and detestable. But, she was in no position to complain; she was the one who took the job, after all. The Ravens were doing her a favour, not the other way around.

Next, the order to pretend to be his sister. "Understood." That shouldn't be too hard; Dryzl had once had to guard the twin offspring of a nobleman; they were brother and sister and gave the sibling-less Chiss a strong insight to how siblings acted. With a curt nod, the woman moved so that she was leaning against the wall beside him. Dropping her usual militaristic stance, the Chiss affected a relaxed look -- arms loosely folded, legs crossed at the ankle, and her shoulders slouching. To the outside world, Dryzl could not give a greater care about the place she was at. Unfortunately, the distinct accent one got whilst living in the Chiss Ascendancy would be hard to get rid of, so once the Rancor arrived, she wouldn't be speaking unless she'd had to.

But that didn't mean she couldn't speak now. Looking at her employer while keeping an eye on the security men, Erud'ryz'ladre asked, "Veo k'isir Ch'acirisinah ch'ean'i ch'acacah? Cart tah nah ch'a Swerr?" The Chiss decided to stick with Cheunh for the moment, especially now that she was sure her employer understood it as well. This way, they could converse with one another without others eavesdropping; Cheunh was a very difficult language for Non-Chiss to understand, much less speak.

 

[Cryax Bane]

His glowing red eyes searched Drzyl's, making sure that she was still with the program. It was very likely she had no idea what she was getting into when she signed up for the protection gig. Bodyguard turnover rates for Cryax Bane were at an all-time high. The man's behavior was erratic, his judgement's based on overwhelming hubris and fear of embarrassment, and a desperate need for respect. Not only that, but he had a Yorik-Kul in his brain, with a Yuuzhan Vong overlord still tethered to his mind, just waiting for the right time to use him as a puppet for his own foul ends. During the interview process he had downplayed the detail, describing it as an "easy gig" of protecting a "benevolent figurehead." Nothing could be further from the truth.

Cryax's face twisted up into a smile as Dryzl spoke to him in Cheuhn again. Frankly, Cryax himself, having been born and raised far from Csilla, was about as Chiss-like as a Rodian, in mannerisms anyway, but he still identified with his racial heritage. His Cheunh was good enough, but he was self-conscious about the fact that he spoke it with a Basic accent. Especially around other Chiss. The young crime boss answered back in his more familiar tongue. "Provided his picture is truly him, the Rancor is, well, a rather large and well-built man. Yes, quite a nice body on that Rancor alright." Cryax blushed and nervously looked away. This night was going to get super awkward. He could just feel it.

[member="Erud'ryz'ladre"]

 

[Red Ravens Storyteller]

The Gentlemen's Club

We See you've chosen .. [fit] ..
Your .. [Male] .. companion with an interest in .. [fit] .. will join you shortly!
Please enjoy your time in the Gentlemen's Club!
...//

About a minute later, a Korun male emtered the room and purposefully approached Deborah. Fir he certainly was. Every muscle was visible through the thin white cotton t-shirt he wore with his stylish denim pants. A gold chain hung around his neck, and he had a pair of flashy sunglasses, that likely doubled as a com unit since it was fairly obvious he wasn't hiding one anywhere else. He wore his hair in dreadlocks and pulled back into a messy tie. A slow grin spread as he approached her.

"You rang?"

[member="Deborah Waller"]
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The two Zeltrons looked at Patricia and then exchanged glances. One shrugged at the other and jerked his head at Patricia for her to follow them. They let her have her way with the dead man, but not until they were out in the hallway, out of sight of the patrons. There weren't many repurcussions on Syvris, not enough that they'd waste any resources or time on trying to revive the man, but if she wanted to try.. He was probably slightly less trouble alive than dead. Besides, dead men didn't pay registration fees.

They watched in silence as the blonde attempted to resucitate Stanley. When she checked his pulse she would find it weak and thready, before stopping again. Apparently he wasn't properly stone cold dead, but the man probably should have gone for a walk instead of taking a speeder just a few times in his life.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
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"Lady Bochkareva, I'm very sorry, but Alfred says you didn't take your pills."

The Askajian looked very much like if she could have willed herself out of existence she would have at that moment. The old woman sat up even straighter in the chair that dwarfed her diminutive frame and sent the girl the kind of look that withered plants and caused women to be infertile.

"That Doctor is a fraud. All he wants is my money. Other people worked very hard for that money! I do not want to hear another word about it from you or Alfred, and you may tell him so yourself!"

 

[Blair]

Even Deb had to admit what [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] was doing might as well have been pointless. There was no one else willing to save the old man and it was likey thanks to the Lady Bochkarvea who ordered it. It was clear enough this woman was all about indimidation and influence, something Deborah could respect. But that didn't change the fact she needed to get to her someway and deal with her. And in the nicest way she could think.

When her "order" arrived, however, Deborah eyed him up and down. Now that was fit. A devious little smile when across her face as she looked him over. She even stood and had to cricle around him before getting a "better" look. Finally she came back in front of him and nodded.

"Now where'd they pull you from, big boy?" she asked. "When I said fit I wasn't exepcting a mini-rancor like you." She wound up sitting back down before asking "So what's you name sugar? And what's your...specialty?"

[member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]

 

[Red Ravens Storyteller]

The Rancors Den

The Spaceport authority had arrived in a surprisingly speedy manner for Syvris, possibly they were already heading there for a drink, or the proprieter owed them money. It was hard to tell. In either case, they entered the bar in their full body armour, safe from most weapons and carefully anonymous. They started going through the motions in a decidedly half-hearted manner, one of them trying to get some of the patrons to give statements, the other prodding the bodies.

The conversation between [member="Cryax Bane"] and [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"] was interrupted by a very tricked out and highly customized landspeeder roaring in and swinging around, skidding to a halt maybe a foot away from them. It was full of thugs and ruffians in various states of disrobing, several of whom were hanging off of the Rancor.

"Ey! Doll, we saved you a seat, but you din't say nuthin' about anyone else. Someone gonna have to sit onna lap. Who's the girlie anyway?"

"Whaaat, there's no seats left!"

Pouted a female Falleen, draping herself over Alejandros bare chest, the man apparently did not believe in shirts, it was likely something of a miracle he had his pants on. A cold look passed over the Drug Barons face, and grabbing the back of her shirt with one hand he tossed her out of the speeder.

"Now there is."

His attention immediatley switched back to his newest play things and the cocky grin returned. The Falleen was having none of it.

"You can't ju-"

Her increasingly shrill voice was cut off as the Rancor casually raised a meavily modded and highly illegal blaster and proceeded to relieve her of her face. As casually as another man might scratch an itch.

"Rancor do what he wants Baby. So you coming or what Doll?"

The authorities had been attracted by this most recent blaster shot, but had only just stepped back out of the bar when they caught sight of the speeder and promptly turned around and what back inside. Clearly this was an issue they considered out of their pay grade. A few of the more visibly armed members of the Rancors entourage looked almost like dogs straining on their leads after having caught sight of them.

 

[Red Ravens Storyteller]

The Pinkport

"Of course, a lady on her own can never be too careful, even here. Perhaps especially here. I know a good place. More cafe than bar, very clean, no fights. You will like it."

And of course he had a deal with the owner, who had a clean little room with a bed available for independent workers as long as he got a cut of their action. Imagine if he went around actually paying for his marks drinks. Foolishness. He was all accommodation now that it looked like he'd be getting his own way. When [member="Sage Bane"] approached however, he almost visibly bristled and moved ever so slightly, so that while [member="Keira Ticon"] s hand was still in his, and he was not entirely blocking her, he was still somewhat between her and the approaching male. The competitor. This was his, he'd done the work, not this interloper!

"In Pinkport, people are allowed to hide whatever they like, and do not need to tell anyone anything."

His tone was mild. He was contradicting what he'd said to her before of course, but this was a different message. She didn't need to tell this new man anything, nor even acknowledge him. What happened in Pinkport, stayed in Pinkport, and folks should know to mind their own business. Plus if it came down to it, the other had his hands full, the Zeltron would get at least one free hit.

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"We must almost be starting our shifts?"

One of them added, glancing at the other for confirmation, who nodded.

"Yeah, shall we take my speeder tonight?"

"Since I know how much you want to show it off."

"Don't be jealous! I'm parked just over here."

The two continued their banter, though their body language included [member="Dakita Calfur"] in a companionable way. As the trio got into the speeder, the driver looked back at Dakita and spoke, her face serious.

"I'll give you one piece of advice though, 'cause you look new. Don't go to the Nexu's Kitten."

"Mina!"

"I'm not saying anything more about it, so don't fuss, but someone had to warn her!"

"I suppose."

The landspeeder lifted and took off, zooming through traffic on the protected route from one major crater to another.

 

[Cryax Bane]

As The Rancor sped in on a ridiculously gaudy landspeeder packed to the gills with skeezeballs looking to get high or laid, Cryax ran his fingers in his blue black hair, trying to look as enticing as possible. The drug lord was shirtless and Cryax had to admit, he was impressed with the man's ten pack abs. He either worked out like a demon or he liked his 'roids. Either way, the sight of the beefy drug lord made the Chiss blush.

Cryax quickly made up a name for his Chiss "sister," who stood next to him. "This is my sister, Brenda. Brenda Bane." What the frell. Where did karking Brenda come from? It was hardly a Chiss name, but it was all Cryax could think of on the spot so he had to commit to it. Cryax shot Dryzl an apologetic look, and then turned back to the Rancor who fortunately didn't recognize him as the President of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate. That wasn't such a bad thing as he'd been planning on revealing his identity when he and the Rancor were in more of private setting. "You can call me whatever you want, baby. But 'Doll' will do for now." said the Chiss with a flirtatious grin.

Then, the two Chiss stood in stunned silence as the Rancor mercilessly shot the hoochie mama Falleen point blank in the face. As her body slumped to the ground, Cryax took a deep breath. They were in for a wild night. He turned to Dryzl and murmured a quick question in Cheunh. "Cart vah sasco vah ch'epasahn ch'at van von? tirco vipisbi ch'at ber nah."

Before she could even answer him, Cryax hopped up into the Rancor's landspeeder and took a seat right in the drug lord's lap, twirling his fingers playfully through the man's gelled hair. He leaned his head in towards the Rancor's ear, whispering seductively. "How would you like to go somewhere a little more private?"

[member="Red Ravens Storyteller"] [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"]

 

[Armand Temi]

On my way to the Pinkport with some pretty fun companions, thought Dak getting a little caught up in the moment. There were drinks to be bought, men to be stalked and maybe there would be dancing? And looking out the window of the speeder, the Zeltron tried to focus on her mission. What was her mission again? She couldn't quite remember so she lit a deathstick and asked, "What's the Nexu's Kitten? It sounds kind of fun to tell you the truth."

The painted ladies just gave each other knowing looks. "We'll be there soon," said one of them. "And you'll find out for yourself."

The speeder stopped at the Pinkport and it was - as expected - a Pink Port. Pink neon lights beckoned patrons into shops that sold high-end clothing and jewelry. There were also cafes scattered around and somewhere inside Dak knew there was a brothel. As the trio emerged from the speeder, Dak noticed a near-human who looked exactly like Cryax Bane but he wasn't blue. A little high from the deathstick, Dak stumbled up the street, trying to get the attention of the near-human and his companions - a female and a Zetlron.

"Hey you! I know you!" she said approaching [member="Sage Bane"] and [member="Keira Ticon"]

[member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]

Erud'ryz'ladre took note of Mr. Bane's blush, and filed it away for another day. She just hoped it wouldn't lead to anything...embarrassing. Before she could say another word, one of the gaudiest speeders came zooming in carrying some of the most obnoxious beings the Chiss woman had ever had the misfortune to come across. They were undisciplined, rude, and everything that the students of the Chiss Academy were trained to not be. Not even the admittedly impressive/intimidating muscles on the males could redeem them in her eyes.

When the Rancor asked who she was, Dryzl merely looked to Mr. Bane. She was sure that he would come up with a suitable -- What in the world? Brenda?! What kind of a name was Brenda?! If thoughts could kill, her employer certainly would have been dead.

Even so, the woman kept her posture, though she tensed slightly when the man killed the other woman with a cold-hearted casualness. That poor girl, she couldn't help but think. At least she will not have to deal with this man any longer. But what has Mr. Bane gotten himself into?

Speaking of which, when Mr. Bane whispered his question to her (finally in Cheunh; he must have caught on to her plan) Erud'ryz'ladre opened her mouth to reply, but he leapt onto the speeder before she had a chance. With a sigh, the bodyguard followed him on, muttering her response under her breath, "Ren'musi, vah bon'hah ch'ah ch'at tsucavt vah. Csei rehn'ekah ch'tra veah ch'amn vah ch'tra. Cas to csoitaci sicnr, rah nasar." She looked around, quickly coming to a decision: there was no way she was going to sit on one of these heathens' laps. So, instead, the Chiss elbowed a few out of the way, trying to get close enough to her client to make sure she could still do something in regards to his protection.

Brenda, indeed.

 

[Red Ravens Storyteller]

Rancors Den

"Brenda? Your momma must not have liked you very much.."

Scoffed one of the thugs, grinning. The Rancor just shrugged as he settled Cryax onto his lap, reaching over to pull 'Brenda' closer, giving her butt a squeeze as he did.

"Doll and B.B., good enough. You never said y'were bringin' your sister. Kinky, I like it."

They were barely all settled before the speeder was off with a jolt. Clearly these people did not believe in defensive driving, speed and adrenaline were the name of the game. They were also obviously fairly infamous as other speeders actually pulled out of the way when they saw who was coming up behind them.

"Oh! I get it!"

One of the girls suddenly exclaimed

"B.B. and Doll, baby-doll! You're so smart!"

"'Course I am bae."

Came the smug reply. He seemed to suddenly remember the question Cryax had asked him, his grin widened as he replied.

"We're goin somewhere private Doll, don't you worry, crew only, no civvies."

In fact, if either of the Chiss was tracking their progress, they were rapidly approaching the notorious Rancors Den. While the entire crater was called the Rancors Den, because he'd managed to keep it all under his thumb, there was also an actual building named for him. It had started out as a night club, the proprietor had believed that perhaps naming it after the Drug Baron would earn him bonus points. Alejandro had been flattered all right, but not flattered enough not to waste the owner the next time he was late on his payments. After that, he'd moved in and made it a permanent party central, where anything went, but Gods have mercy if anyone uninvited found there way in and did not appease the Rancor, because while the Gods might have mercy, he had none.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax watched The Rancor's huge meaty paw rise up, almost in slow motion, and grab his poor bodyguard's ass. He literally had to stop himself from facepalming. Turning to Dryzl, he tried to reassure her in Cheuhn, his Chiss vocal chords clicking softly, "K'ir nah can'a, vah csarcican't cart ch'atzan'in'cah ch'a taz sir csei s, Brenda."

Cryax rubbed his neck, convinced he had whiplash from the speed at which they jolted off. He clung more tightly to the Rancor as they went on what could only be described as a death ride. Unfortunately Alejandro's idea of "private" involved his posse. Kark. He didn't want an audience when he seduced the Rancor into making some business deals with him. This wouldn't do.

The Chiss leaned in and traced his fingers down the man's shirtless back, pouting flirtatiously for Alejandro. "No, I want you all to myself, big boy. I don't want to share you with them." He rolled his glowing red eyes at Alejandro's cronies. "Let's go somewhere just you and me, baby." Then Cryax reached down and grabbed the Rancor in a place that would definitely get his attention.

Oh the things he was willing to do for his Ravens.

[member="Red Ravens Storyteller"] [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"]

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

[member="Red Ravens Storyteller"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Erud'ryz'ladre ignored the thug's comment about her name, not only because she had a rather thick skin but because she knew his statement was only reflective of what he believed was fact. In truth, her family had been very proud of the Chiss, if a bit disappointed in her lack of motivation.

She couldn't help but let out a little gasp of indignation as not only did the Rancor unceremoniously drew her closer, but even took it upon himself to grab her posterior. The woman did not know many curses, but the ones she did know were instantly and mentally thrown at the barbarian. The nerve of him! Had she been anywhere else, Dryzl most certainly would have taught the man a lesson.

She eyed his muscles warily. On second though, best to simply maneouvre my way out of a situation in which this would be repeated.

At Mr. Bane's promise of a raise, the woman merely looked at him. While her face had resumed its stoniness, her eyes told him that a raise wasn't the only thing she deserved if the pair had to put up with this much longer. But, the Chiss still maintained her temporary vow of silence, and so when the speeder went from 0 to holy-crap-that's-fast in no time at all, the bodyguard tightened her grip on the chair and hunkered down. Though, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the interaction between her employer and the Rancor.

Erud'ryz'ladre was suddenly thankful that the most she'd had to suffer so far was a butt-grab and an ofhand comment about her "name."

 

[Armand Temi]

"Is it really that difficult to make yourselves useful around here?" said Mistress Malkite to her two domantrices who had been lounging around The Pain Parlor all day. "Mistress Malkite doesn't pay you to sit there and file your nails," she said sternly, walking over and slapping the nail polish off of the glass coffee table. "And you," she said, pointing to the other dominatrix who was known to her clients as The Black Rose. "Can you please, please, please do something - go to the gym, get your hair done. Nobody is going to hire you if you sit around eating chuba chips all day!" She grabbed the bag of chips out of The Black Rose's hand and threw them in the trashcan. The other dominatrix, who was a Twi'lek named Poppy giggled nervously. The Mistress whipped her head around and asked, "Did I say something funny?"

"No Mistress Malkite," Poppy answered.

"Up now. Both of you. Get out there and find some clients." Both girls grumbled and complained but at least they were moving now, pulling on their high heels and gathering their bags to go hustle the streets of the Pinkport, looking for Pain Parlor customers.


"And take these," the Mistress said, handing them a stack of small printed flyers to handout on the streets. "Don't come back until all of those are gone." Her domanatrices dutifully left the shop.

Mistress Malkite sat on the rich, black leather couch and thumbed through the latest "Whips 'N Chains" catalog, looking for new toys to bring to the Pain Parlor. She caught sight of herself in the wall length mirror opposite and didn't like what she saw. She needed to book a treatment with her regular skin doctor and soon. In fact, she put a call into the Hapan clinic and scheduled her next appointment to have an injection of Abyssin cells. She looked haggard. Absolutely haggard.

Spoiler

And as difficult it was, she drew her gaze away from the mirror and went back to flipping through the catalog. She checked the time. It would be a few hours still before either girl would be back and she had no regulars booked right now. She dialed up a local masseuse to make use of the time before she had her first client of the night.

[member="Erud'ryz'ladre"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]
[member="Dakita Calfur"]
[member="Deborah Waller"]
[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Sage Bane]

Upon seeing the look on Keira's face at his insinuation, Sage backed away slowly. "Down girl, heh." he said. Then the younger Bane noticed a bouncy blonde Zeltron weaving through the Pinkport on too high heels. He smirked at the pink-skinned woman.

"Not sure if I know you, pateesa. Should I?"

He gestured to his packages. "Happen to know the way to the brothel? I have some gifts for one of the Madams, a Mistress Malkite? These are getting kind of heavy."

[member="Dakita Calfur"]