Private Saturday Night Fever

[Jonyna Si]

Club Retro, Coruscant Entertainment District​

TAG: Nos Voros

The ping of piano keys, the chime of guitar strings, it was a normal saturday at Club Retro. Jonyna had once more taken to the dance floor. She had invited Nos to Club Retro as a way to get him to loosen up. Jonyna had always been a dancing queen, and it wasn't often she had the chance to just hang out with...

Friends.

It was nice to have those again.

 

[Nos Voros]

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Outfit: Disco Deployment
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

Nos Voros stood still for a moment just inside Club Retro, letting the din and dazzle crash over him like a wave he forced himself to endure.

His eyes adjusted to the strobe-sick rhythm of colored lights spiraling through smoke and sweat. It was loud. Too loud. A thousand fragmented conversations and a bassline that thumped in his chest. Nos may be the only Zeltron to be intimidated by a disco.

He should have brought a blaster. At the very least he should have worn something subtle, but Lady Organa had insisted on... this.

“You’ll look fantastic,” she’d said teasingly, smiling in that way that meant resistance was futile. “And more importantly—you’ll look approachable.”

So here he was: draped in a paisley gold shirt unbuttoned just enough to show chest hair he wasn’t even sure he had until now, a string of pearls tight on his neck, and a denim jacket that creaked when he moved. His belt had more studs than a starfighter hull, and his pants… well. He’d stopped looking at his pants.

He didn’t belong here. And yet, Jonyna Si had asked him to come. A Jedi Master who danced like the galaxy still had hope in it. That has to count for something.

Nos spotted her on the floor almost instantly. For a moment, recognizing a familiar face dulled the overwhelming stimuli, if only slightly.

“I feel like a decoy,” he muttered as he entered the disco proper.

He didn’t smile—Nos rarely did—but there was something faintly amused in his eyes as he glanced around the dance floor, then down at himself.

“This is… a lot,” he admitted. “But thanks for the invite.” His voice lowered slightly. “Still trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do here.”

Nos stayed rooted for the moment, hands resting casually on his hips, resisting the urge to scan every shadow for trouble. He wasn’t relaxed—Nos rarely was—but he was here. In the outfit. In the lights. In the noise.

He was trying.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to let loose.

Jonyna Si​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Nos Voros
Outfit: Denim Disaster

Jonyna couldn't help but laugh at the Zeltron's get up, and his nerves. Not out of malice, but just...pure teasing. To her, this was home. The last remnant of her old life.

"Just boogie!" She declared in response, hooking his arm and swaying back and forth. "Feel the groove, man. It's a party!"

To her, it was that simple. Get drunk, dance your night away, then hit the bar and ask for a burger. Life couldn't be more simple.

 

[Nos Voros]

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Outfit: Disco Deployment
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• 2x blaster cartridges
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

“Boogie,” she’d said. As if that were a normal command.

He gave her a sidelong look, one brow ticking upward as he started to sway.

“This outfit already feels like a trap,” he muttered. “Don’t go turning the floor into another ambush.”

She moved like someone just... existing. The sight was rarer than it should’ve been for Nos. He kept to the rhythm. Not elegantly. Not even well. But he moved. His shoulders were too stiff, his movements too calculated. But he mirrored the motions well enough to avoid stepping on any toes—so far. Nos Let himself be seen out of uniform, both literally and metaphorically.

Even as he tried to let loose, his mind returned to professionalism, reluctant to release perceived control of the situation entirely.

“Didn’t realize you were the one signing off on our armor contracts,” he added after a beat, tone low and even despite the noise. “Si Tech’s gear saved my team more than once. Rubrus would’ve gone home in bags without those plates. I owe you for more than just the ransom pickup.”

He wasn’t good at praise. At least he was better at honesty.

He let his eyes track the shifting light across her face for a moment, then looked away—like he was scanning for exits again, or watching the floor for cracks.

“You alright?”

Simple words. But coming from Nos, they meant something. A check-in. A lookout call.

If she wanted to talk, he’d listen.

If not—well, he’d stay here a while. Let the bass blur into background noise. Let himself feel the pulse of a life not spent looking over his shoulder.

For once.

Jonyna Si​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Nos Voros

“This outfit already feels like a trap,” he muttered. “Don’t go turning the floor into another ambush.”

"Too late~" Jonyna purred as she swayed her hips from side to side. "Come on, get in the mood, dude! I've seen droids with looser hips than yours. Live a little!"

Nos then brought up something that gave Jonyna pause, and made her tone shift from jovial, to humble.

“Didn’t realize you were the one signing off on our armor contracts,” he added after a beat, tone low and even despite the noise. “Si Tech’s gear saved my team more than once. Rubrus would’ve gone home in bags without those plates. I owe you for more than just the ransom pickup.”

"I spent years fighting an uphill battle against the Empire. Only trying to make sure the Alliance doesn't have to fight that same fight. The best gear in the Galaxy, that's what we boast. Doesn't feel like it lately, with how the war against the sith is going..."

“You alright?”

She pouted slightly, before shaking it off. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just going through some chit. Broke up with my fiance, been dealing with the war, all that jizz."

 

[Nos Voros]

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Outfit: Disco Deployment
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• 2x blaster cartridges
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

Nos didn’t flinch when she mentioned the breakup—but he did look away. Just for a second.

Not because it made him uncomfortable, but because it hit closer than he expected. In any other situation he'd have let out a mirthless laugh at the irony of it and moved on.

The music still buzzed around them accompanied with pulsing neon lights. Jonyna’s movements were fluid, alive. Her voice, though, carried something quieter underneath. It didn’t take a Zeltron to catch it—just someone who knew what pain looked like when you’d trained yourself not to show it.

“Yeah...” Nos said, eyes tracking a rotating light overhead.
He shifted his weight, as if the rhythm of the dance was just another conversation to keep pace with.

“I was engaged once. Long time ago.”
He didn’t say her name. Didn’t need to.
“Didn’t end well. Just… different life choices.”
A pause.
“She put a bounty on me not long ago. That was… well, that was why Lady Sylvia Organa asked for your help. Funny how things circle back.”

He delivered it flatly, not bitter, not angry—just the way someone might comment on the weather.

Nos glanced back to Jonyna, his turquoise eyes steady but not piercing.

It wasn’t comfort he offered, not exactly. Just recognition. A kind of solidarity people like he rarely had the chance to express. Nos didn’t offer to fix anything. He wasn’t the fixing kind. But he could try to boogie. Sometimes, just trying meant more than people realized.

He closed his eyes and drowned his mind in the sound, his body in the movement of the music. He stopped trying to talk over the noise, stopped trying to retain such tight control of his posture. He danced like the world was ending and there was nothing left to do but go out grooving as the stars blinked out one by one.

He still danced like chit though.

Jonyna Si​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Nos Voros

"Love is a battlefield." Jonyna shrugged, hiding her own pain. She still wanted to be with Jenn, but that was a non-starter. She couldn't. "Maybe what we need is something a little less...commital. You got anywhere you need to be tomorrow?~"

And there it was. It was only a matter of time before she hit on him.

She could handle bounties. She could handle killers.

But could the Jedi Councilwoman handle a senate guardsman?

That was to be seen.

 

[Nos Voros]

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Outfit: Disco Deployment
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• 2x blaster cartridges
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

Nos didn’t answer right away.

A brief moment stretched before he could bring himself to speak. Not because he didn’t understand her offer. Not because he didn’t want to answer.

He froze up.

He just wasn’t used to being wanted. Especially without strings or consequences.

He understood it clearly enough: Jonyna wasn’t offering promises or futures.
She wasn’t pretending it would be anything more than a single night, a breath of air between battles. No lies. No traps. More than anything, that honesty made it harder.

Nos thought, briefly, of Sylvia.
Of loyalty not written in contracts or vows, but burned into the core of him.
He thought of the future he could never reach, and the past he could never truly escape.

He should have gone with his gut — A polite but clear rejection to save them both the trouble.
He should have simply closed that door politely and left it untouched.

But Jonyna deserved more honesty than that.

He shifted his weight, feeling the beat of the music pulse through the soles of his boots, grounding him.

"It’s not you," he said quietly, already fumbling the words he meant to say.
"You’re..."
He trailed off, not trusting himself to say more.

Instead, he let a breath out slowly.

"I’m carrying a lot right now. Ghosts. Bad habits. People I owe things to that I can never repay."

A faint, mirthless smile touched his scarred mouth—an apology without apology.

Why did this frighten him more than any deployment?

"But if you’re willing to risk it..."
He shrugged, just a little, surrendering the tyrannous need for control that dictated every other aspect of his life.
"I've got no other place to be."

It wasn’t elegant.
It wasn’t romantic.

It was simply the most honest thing he could say.

Nos stilled, giving her space to take it or leave it.
No pressure. No expectations.

Just a man — tired, scarred — who never learned how to let someone reach him at all.

Jonyna Si​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Nos Voros

Jonyna twirled to the music idly as she listened, her ears shifting as she spun to always be focused on Nos. As she came back around, her face was a little more stern.

"I've got plenty of ghosts myself. That's why I'm here, with you. We all have troubles, but ya know. You're hot, I'm hot. Might as well be hot and haunted together, if only for a night. Come back to my ship, take a dip in the hot tub, enjoy a pretty lady in private."

She took it, but she knew better than to promise anything more. The sting from Jenn still hurt. She needed to let her heart heal before she looked for any more love.

Lust however, was a different story.