Seven Moons Rising (CIS Trade Expo, open by invitation)

[Tmoxin Temi]

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Soundtrack: Stop, Drop and Roll One​

Tmoxin hadn’t thrown a large party in over a year. Due to major damage on her ranch caused by a couple of hearty saboteurs, the renovations just to get her Bothawui home back in working shape was time consuming and costly. Holding a soiree was out of the question until now.

With a little imagination, some credits and an army of party planners, Tmoxin Temi, Viceroyal of Lok, had transformed the interior of the Seven Moons Ranch into a cowboy’s paradise, something straight out of a Spaghetti Western holo, though it wasn’t a stretch. The ranch on which she bred keffis was situated in a lush green valley in the foothills of Drev'starn where one could ride the majestic beasts, native to Anaxes, up to the most stunning views in all of Bothawui. Tumbleweeds and rattlesnakes need not apply - there was no such thing as roughing it at the Seven Moons.

Despite the frivolity of a party, the event was quite important to the growth of the Confederacy. All Viceroyals would be expected attendees - provided they had freed their schedules - and Tmoxin had organized a trade exposition so that dignitaries, executives and entrepreneurs alike could mix, mingle and make lucrative business deals.

When guests arrived at the entrance from any type of transportation - speeder or ship they would be greeted by a Bothan in a tuxedo giving them instructions on where to go.

“The First Floor is the ballroom where you can drink and dance. The Second Floor is more intimate and there will be a high stakes table of Sabacc available for anyone who wants to play. Outside are more refreshments and music and if you fancy a keffi ride they are all saddled and waiting for you. The only rule Ms. Temi has for tonight, other than having fun, is no violence. However, if you find yourself in an argument that cannot be solved by sharing shots of Corellian whiskey there are Tof Soren slugthrower pistols in each goody-bag along with various promotional items from Lok’s Morpho Sports Complex. You may challenge each other to an old fashioned pistol duel but outside of course. Ms. Temi has spent a year getting blood out of her Gherlian fur rug."

“Now go enjoy! Ms. Temi is on the second floor ready to play Sabacc. Five-thousand credit buy in."

Guest List: [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Ella Nova"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Fiolette Raaf"] [member="John Locke"] [member="Shoma Ike"] [member="Sankt Yora"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Kyrinov"] [member="Darth Vyrassu"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Nine Lives"]

Link to the invitation: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/138231-first-annual-confederacy-trade-expo-ooc-sign-up-for-an-invite/

Please tag your posts with: First Floor, Second Floor or Outside.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Second Floor
Wearing: Nehru Jacket | White Short Cape | Lightsaber | Hololink
Representing: Atrisian Commonwealth
Tags: [member="Nine Lives"]

[ theme:yoshimitsu ]​

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The Atrisian prince would have been lying if he'd said he was any more than passingly familiar with the card game.

It was a gambling thing from Commenor? Chandrila? Something like that. Whatever the case, he understood the basic tenants of how it was played. He didn't have all of the rules memorized, but that wasn't the point. This was just socializing.

And by and among all manner of people who ordinarily wouldn't congregate together. So what better opportunity for opening new lines of dialogue? Maybe those efforts would go no where, but the effort might yet make some returns on the investment.

No harm in gambling on that.

He had a Zabrak woman on his arm at present, whispering in his ear as he held the cards in his hand and made meager bids to stay in the game. Brown eyes scanned the room, as the boy looked for targets of opportunity to make themselves available.

The Atrisian teen wore a blue Nehru jacket over a pair of white slacks. A white, short cape draped the shoulders of the suit, falling to about the small of his back. An expensive wristlink was around his left arm, while a Jedi lightsaber hung by his side. More a ceremonial piece than a functional one.

The Confederate trade expo could not have been better timed for the young Imperial prefect. The Moff Council of the First Order had just recently announced a new policy of isolationism. With Atrisia retaining autonomy under the terms of the Treaty of Bespin, that made the Commonwealth the only open port for trade with the First Order.

Perhaps not an enviable position, but certainly one with the potential to be lucrative and benefit the people of Atrisia who were, as ever, caught among the whims of these major galactic powers -- Imperial or Republic, it seemed to matter little in the long run. The results were the same, save that it was a game that the boy was much more familiar with.

He just hoped that the current gamble would pay off for his people.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

FIRST FLOOR - REPRESENTING OUTER RIM MILITARY ENGINEERING INTERESTS​

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Rick stood in his usual white business suit, a perfect balance between vain and ugliness.​

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The suit, shirt and pants, was clean and crisp, ironed shortly before Rick's arrival. It had nothing on it except a concealed white button at the collar, and was a comfortable fit, even in the heated environment created by crowds.

In his left hand was a holoprojector, with information about all ORME products, including the latest addition to the company's roster, the highly unique Rapier laser rifle. It could fire a constant laser beam far across a battlefield, melting through armor and flesh alike. Additionally, Rick's company had models of just about every military vehicle or object in the galaxy. From rocket launchers to cruisers, there was bound to be at least one company product suitable for any one person. And that was what Rick was relying on.

He had heard about the rising Confederacy of Independent Systems, a supposedly benevolent nation with a droid army ominously mirroring that of the CIS many centuries prior. Whatever their intents were, Rick hoped to at least get to know their leadership and its goals. But the ultimate goal was selling products to them, or even creating a lasting contract between the two entities. Outer Rim Military Engineering had powerful droid tanks and plenty of automated systems, giving them slightly more leverage in gaining Confederate support.

But first, Rick would have to find the CIS leaders influential enough to do business with.

[OOC: I might not respond for a few days. Don't be surprised if i'm a bit slow.]

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], anyone interested in business

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[Fiolette Fortan]

Seven Moons Ranch​

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Second Floor​

with [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

Tagging: [member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]​

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Arrival at the Seven Moons Ranch was rather uneventful if a bit long. The Fleetwood hummed while approaching port, Bothawui was absolutely breathtaking Fiolette thought as she and Taeli stepped into the shuttle. When the open invitation went out on the holonet for the trade expo she waited, and watched as people from across the galaxy signed up. She signed up after speaking her wife about attending. "Mhmm, perhaps we should see about real estate here?" Fiolette placed her hand atop of Taeli's and held it tightly as the landscape passed by reminding the Galidraani of home. "It is rather beautiful out here in the country."

The pilot alerted them to their pending arrival to the ranch, quietly she gathered their things and got ready to disembark. This was a nice change of pace for the two of them, a break from the mundane hub bub of the Sith Empire. Fiolette adjusted her skirt and dusted her shoulders before making sure that Taeli's outfit was wrinkle and dust free. The shuttle's landing ramp unfolded and the two headed out to the ranch. "We should take a moment to see the keffi while we're here, but later on of course."

Inside the home they had an option, drink and dance on the first floor or head upstairs for a little gambling. Fiolette asked her wife which she would prefer and much to her surprise, Taeli suggested gambling. "Second floor it is," Fiolette agreed as the two entered the lift, and upon exit the redhead looked around and for the moment she saw no one of familarity until she stepped a little further. "Ah, Prince Ike." She pointed him out to Taeli quietly, "Atrisia." Although she was sure Taeli had done her own homework on the young man, "shall we make our introductions?"

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Soundtrack: Launch of the Kapisi​

Attending: Second Floor
Wearing: Wither (Sword) | The Shrouded Blade (Lightsaber) | The Triad (Lightsabers) | Ri Akuti (Amulet)​

Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]​

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• CNS Invictus
  Orbiting Bothawui, Confederate Space

Five kilometers of cold durasteel coasted lazily into the planet's orbit, hull bristling with weapons that today lay dormant and silent. The presence of the Invictus, an infamous warship that had served under Tacitus' command in the fleets of three nations and had brought ruin to the Galactic Empire, signaled the arrival of the leaders of one of the most powerful and influential worlds within the Confederacy.

A single shuttle detached itself from the Eternal Emperor's private flagship, like a bird leaving the next. It gently descended upon the world below. Within it, Darth Tacitus, undisputed ruler of Nelvaan and one of the most enigmatic Sith Lords in the galaxy patiently waited for the shuttle to land. As was seemingly always the case, he wore full military regalia, complete with the sword and lightsabers which hung from his belt.

Slitted, cat-like eyes sought those of his much lovelier companion, taking advantage of the brief moment of privacy to share a secret smile, an expression which was rare on the warlord's harsh and serious visage. There was no honor guard today, only a few B-1 battle droids, carrying behind them several crates of items marked with the logo of Karavin Concern, Nelvaan's biggest corporation and one of the more respected military-industrial conglomerates within the Confederacy. The trade expo was the perfect opportunity to secure a bunch of new contracts, both within the Confederate market and outside of it. While the corporation already was the main supplier of military hardware to the Nelvaanian forces, the Sith Lord was on the lookout for that big contract which would catapult his business onto the galactic A-list. Especially with the ongoing development of a new war droid, which was eating up a lot of the company's funds.

Tacitus didn't feel one hundred percent comfortable with attending the event, he hadn't much experience with any of the activities announced for the event and hoped he could find a quiet corner to withdraw to, until the opportunity presented itself to show his hardware to potential buyers. If he absolutely had to participate, he brought enough credits to burn at the Sabacc table, but he wasn't setting foot anywhere near the dance floor. Wouldn't do for the Eternal Emperor of Nelvaan to make a fool of himself with his complete lack of talent. He just hoped Amethyst didn't drag him onto it by the neck.

His thoughts were dispelled as the shuttle touched down, ramp lowering to reveal the beautiful valley beyond. It did not take long until they were greeted by a Bothan in formal attire, giving them directions to the various venues that were available. Tacitus' head turned towards his companion as he politely intertwined her arm with his. "Shall we, my dear?"

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Second Floor
Tags: [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Fiolette Raaf"] [member="Amethyst Atreides"] [member="Darth Tacitus"]

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Wearing a neck wrap made of endor ferret fur and a skirt with a matching fur accent, long ginger hair tied in a thick braid which fell down one shoulder, Tmoxin was on the second floor of her ranch, sitting alone at the sabacc table. Around the room were strategically placed adult party favors like expensive cigarras, flasks filled with Corellian whiskey and of course, beside the Hapan was her ubiquitous glass of Smuggler’s Red precariously perched on the edge of the table.

As the smooth taste of the crimson wine began caressing her senses, she crossed her legs and shuffled a deck of sabacc cards. Tmoxin hoped [member="Ella Nova"], the Humbarine Senator would make an appearance and they could continue their conversation over trade between their respective regions. And there was one other she hoped would show, but the longing for him was more painful than she cared to consider right now. That specific love-sickness was quickly remedied by her Bothan servant, beckoned by a flick of her finger, pouring another liberal glass of red.

“The guests are arriving?” she asked Dettun in Bothese, which she’d become proficient in since owning her ranch for a few years.

“Yes, Ms. Temi. I can hear the lift now bringing some visitors up to join you.”

“Perfect. Let’s hope in addition to winning some credits here, we can win a few business deals for Lok and Bothawui.” She smiled, lowering the large brim of her hat to skim her eyebrows. The art of trade had much in common with gambling, and both gave her the subtle thrill of chance with an indeterminate outcome.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

First Floor - Business

Ringo had a humongous catalog, covering the vast majority of defense market segments, but Jessica knew that anything starship-related was much more competitive than some other segments of the market. Nevertheless, the Tsubame was the last spaceborne product that she could reasonably expect to generate interest without having to endure too many rival sales pitches: a fighter that could conduct hit-and-run attacks from well outside standard turbolaser range. Even so, mortars still have their uses, especially under heavy ECM: Ringo has proven time and time again that it could produce the best mortars in the galaxy, never mind that they are by far the largest known mortar manufacturer. To say nothing of the Umbaran electromagnetic plasma line: Balamak, Furutaka, Ventooine (which overlapped with the machinegun line and, except for the sonic one, was usable for point-defense), Chalacta and Anoat, in increasing order of stopping power. Also Ringo used many Confederate designs, both on the ground (Hailfire-X, MTT-XI) and in orbit, with nearly all major Confederate warship classes represented: Hardcell (in three versions), C-9979 (the long-range C-9981 and C-9982, itself descended from the older C-9980), Munificent, Providence (both 1088 and 2177m versions), Recusant, Lucrehulk, Subjugator and Hyena. But one couldn't talk about the Tsubame without talking about the Chizuru energy torpedo launcher that could fire both ion and plasma charges. And yet, Jessica harbored hopes that other personnel influential enough for having significant influence in procurement decisions would be there, and possibly [member="Adron Malvern"], but she would realize [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and [member="Rick Kaloo"] are elsewhere.

 

[Faye Malvern]

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Location: Second Floor | Wearing: xxx | Tags: [member=Tmoxin Temi] | [member=Darth Tacitus]​

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Bothawui was a beautiful planet. The grand grass plains that they journeyed through were just as magnificent as any great city Faye had seen. As the shuttle streamed quickly through the lush landscape Faye kept her dark eyes trained on the mountain range that, at the moment, was just a small bump on the horizon. Faye was eager to arrive that the ranch. The Trade Expo was her first official duty as a representative of the Minister of Influence. The Confederacy dealt a lot in politics and diplomacy, the man couldn't be everywhere at once. Faye had jumped at the chance to provide assistance, she shone most when it came to interacting with people. She wasn't here to trade exactly, or to hand out any deals. Faye was under the assumption a few notable viceroys would attend, along with some other important members of entirely different factions. It was the perfect place to get stuck in.

As they approached the ranch Faye felt a familiar force signature. The relief on her face was palpable and, while still in the privacy of her shuttle, she let out a soft whoosh of air. She was an expert in the art of emotion, both expressing it and keeping it close to her chest, but that rarely meant she didn't feel all the nervous and awkward sensations that came with meeting new people. The fact that her eldest brother was here grounded her somewhat. They knew little of each other and had only interacted once but family would always be family. Faye was ready and waiting to walk down the shuttles ramp the second they touched down.

The moment her foot stepped onto Bothawui soil she was greeted by a guide. He explained all the relevant information, making grand gestures in each direction as he spoke of the available rooms in the ranch. Gambling didn't quite sound like her thing, but given her past experiences with drinking at Confederacy events Faye didn't quite like the sound of that either. Gambling it was. She straightened herself up and gave herself a firm reminder of where she came from, who she was and who she represented. If nothing else she would enjoy meeting the people she hoped to work closely with. As she began the walk to the front door she spotted her elder brother, arm outstretched to someone she hadn't had the pleasure of meeting before.

'Kainan.' A warm smile came over her expression as she closed the distance between herself and her eldest brother. 'I was hoping I would find you before we went in.'

 

[KeCholo]

FIRST FLOOR & SECOND FLOOR - REPRESENTING BATTLEWELL SECURITY AND ARMS​

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Y7zrudDdx8

Ke'Cholo strode through the first floor of the building, skeptically examining each of the various companies in attendance and their respective booths. He meandered through the elaborately decorated show floor until returning to his own booth. His booth, representing his security and arms supplier, was a simple design. A large canvas with various products and mercenaries hung behind a metal table guarded by his personal assistant Qaeth Idos. As he returned to the booth, Qaeth turned on two holoprojectors that showcased every product the company had to offer in greater detail than the canvas allowed. Ke'Cholo leaned against the table.

''You think you'n hand'l this?'' He asked, puffing on a large, expensive cigar. Ke'Cholo asked the question not because he actually wondered if Qaeth could handle it, rather as a complimentary gesture before he darted off upstairs to play Sabacc with [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and whoever else might join. Qaeth looked up from the holopad he was programming the projectors from.

''I suppose so.'' he said, adjusting his cape to cover up his shiny metallic body.

''Just make sure we make more money than we lose....'' Qaeth said, half serious and half joking. Ke'Cholo laughed, expelling large amounts of thick, black, odorous smoke from his cigar. He nodded and patted the table as he headed off to the upstairs lounge. Ke'Cholo darted back through the various stalls and showcases until he made his way to the stairs leading up to the upper lounge.

He entered the room and noticed the owner of the range sitting at the Sabacc table, apparently primed and ready to go. She was wearing extravagant clothing compared to Ke'Cholo, who wore his armor covered up by a thick cloak and a hat upon his head. He tipped his hat to the woman as he entered the room and introduced himself.

''Ke'Cholo, owner 'f Battlewell Security and Arms.'' he said as he extended a massive green hand towards the woman. He was carrying a large metallic briefcase with him which he sat down on the table. He began to take off his cloak and sitt down, but suddenly stopped when he noticed something on the other side of the room. He strode to the other side of the room and examined an elaborate cigar box filled with product twice as expensive as the one he was currently smoking. He ditched his current tobacco product by extinguishing it in a strategically placed nearby ashtray. He took the whole box over to his place at the Sabacc table and placed it to his side. He slipped off his cloak, draping it over the ornate chair.

''You've excellent taste 'n cigars...'' he said, puffing on the cigar.

''Now let's play some Sabacc...'' He pulled the metallic briefcase in front of himself, entered a code on the digital lock, and opened it. Inside was a large amount of physical credits, more than anyone cared to count. He pulled 15,000 out in different denominations, barely making a dent in the supply, and closed the case back up. He carefully arranged the credits in front of himself, obviously eager. Ke'Cholo was ready to play, after all, there was a lot of time to practice in prison...

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Seven Moons Ranch - Second Floor
Accompanying [member="Fiolette Raaf"]
Attire: Pic
Others Nearby: [member="KeCholo"] [member="Faye Malvern"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Shoma Ike"]

The flight to Bothawui had been uneventful for the most part, and Taeli had spent most of it reading if she wasn't with Fiolette. They were working on something new, and she wanted to keep up to date with her engineers were doing on it. Fio was counting on it for something, and Taeli was not about to let her down. The trip to Bothawui for this exposition was a nice distraction though.

"The new non-aggression pact between the Sith Empire and the CIS would definitely help with that, possibly," she responded to her beloved. Taeli already had several facilities in CIS space from the past, and she had been rather cautious with them. Expanding to Bothawui at some point was not a bad idea. Aurora Industries was always interested in new markets or partners, and it had been a very very long time since she had interacted with their hostess [member="Tmoxin Temi"]. That had been back during the alliance between the One Sith and the criminal faction known as the Red Ravens about helping them build a navy. Good Force that felt like a lifetime ago now.

The ranch was very nice, although Taeli was not as excited as Fiolette seemed to be about the riding animals bred here. But, when asked where she would prefer to go, she had to decline the drinks and dancing for now. Not that she would have been drinking, but the sabaac game sounded infinitely more enjoyable and enlightening.

"I remember him," she said as they arrived on the second floor and Fiolette pointed out the young prince. "He was a Jedi Padawan in the New Jedi Order before Operation Eclipse."

She was much more interested in meeting their host again and other members of the CIS though. Call it a professional curiosity.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: First Floor
Representing: The Mechanicum
In Proximity: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Rick Kaloo"]
Host: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

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Lord Calixis hated organic parties.

The complex social protocols, the irresponsible imbibement of mood altering substances, the tightly packed press of sweat and skin, heat rippling out in caustic waves from their inefficient biological generators. Meatbags were gross, every time he found himself in one of these settings he marveled that he used to be one. But the Lord of the Mechanicum and Viceroy of the Zhar Territories wasn't here to have a good time, he was here to represent his people's economic interests and forge business connections with like minded organics throughout the Confederacy and beyond.

"Now remember Rainbone," before they pressed on into the Seven Moons Ranch, Archim snapped his mechanical fingers together to seize the robot canid's attention, "These are the good kind of meatbags. You have promised me you can behave yourself, I will be most upset if you deactivate any of Viceroy Temi's guests."

His artificial companion lowered a dejected snout in supplication, but the Metal Lord could have sworn he had caught a glimmer of defiant crimson ripple across Rainbone's azure photoreceptors. For this form of public occasion Archim had selected a more ornate, humanoid looking chassis than he would normally prefer. Gone were the industrial strength mechadendrites, replaced with smaller manipulating limbs that were less effective but at least gave him less of an appearance as a hunchbank when they were stored, folded against his lower back. His locomotion was bipedal in nature, for the Chief Hierarchitect had been told on multiple occasions that the spider like lower extremities which he preferred were considered deeply unsettling to most organic sensibilities.

"Lord Calixis, a pleasure," he repeated over and over as he passed through a gaggle of glad handers which eventually chewed him out onto a main ballroom. Allowing his physical self awareness to drift along on autopilot, Archim cast his consciousness out into the void, racing along HoloNet transceiver waves and high density subspace transmission frequencies until it merged with the smaller partition of his psyche he had left back on board his control ship the Motive Force in orbit.

As not only Viceroy of the Zhar system and its outlying regions, but overseer and spiritual leader for an industrial monolith known as the Mechanicum, Calixis was under a constant barrage of petitioners, supplicants, politicians and forgemasters. Many of whom had the same sort of persistent access to the digital realms as he did. He was fully capable of drinks, dancing, and micromanaging his industrial vassal empire all at the same time.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Second Floor
Wearing: Nehru Jacket | White Short Cape | Lightsaber | Hololink
Representing: Atrisian Commonwealth
Tags: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="KeCholo"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Fiolette Raaf"]

[ theme:yoshimitsu ]​

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It seemed as though the Sabaac table was starting to see an infusion of activity.

A green-skinned Duros joined one of the tables, puffing on a cigar. A strange habit. The Atrisian had often seen tobacco traded as part of gifts between ambassadors, but he couldn't recall ever seeing someone actually smoking one. Of course, people smoked all manner of things. Many of which were far worse than tobacco. So, in the larger picture, it seemed a relatively harmless, if exotic, indulgence.

As the boy waited for the dealer droid to pass out the next round of card-chips, the boy's eyes moved out to the crowd. There was certainly a lot of movers and shakers shuffling into the expo. For that much, the Confederates ought to have been proud of what they had accomplished here.

No one he knew, as of yet. But that was not surprising.

After all, part of the point in attending the event was to explore new contacts and relationships. Re-treading over old alliances rarely bore much fruit. Life was about change.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Second Floor.
Body: [X] - Previous OS removed.
Exterior Hologram:

Spoiler

Representing: Avery Designs, Underworld Interests.
Nearby: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="Fiolette Raaf"] | [member="KeCholo"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

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“What do you mean I can’t play?” Zai said with an annoyed tone. He tried to scowl, before remembering his body had a blank face. He activated the hologram and watched as a soft glow enveloped his steel flesh. It wrapped around his form, mimicking his image from when he was alive. Satisfied with his new appearance, he gave the bouncer his fiercest scowl. The man was not impressed. “Allow me to finish, Master Avery” the staff member said. “I'm saying that you may not play with the others, unless you attach this”. The man held up a small restraining bolt and Zai’s scowl turned into a look of horror. “You can’t be serious” Zai replied. “That’s like saying you need a lobotomy to play Dejarik”. The man gave a small, insincere chuckle. “The bolt is designed to limit certain calculations, to prevent you from counting cards and determining probabilities. It is quite safe, I assure you”.

Zai let a deep sigh, which he found was not nearly as satisfying without lungs. He quickly sent a back-up to his ship navcomputer, and reluctantly attached the bolt. The change was disconcerting. Wearing the bolt was akin to being being inebriated, but without the pleasant feeling. Restriction of certain subroutines made it difficult to ‘think’. It was frustrating, particularly because he had been hoping to make some easy money on Sabacc. Now he would have to win the old-fashioned way.

He had many reasons to tag along to the expo. He run a relatively small-time company, but he figured moving some stock from his current catalog would stir him into making more designs. There was also the potential to gather information, a commodity potentially more valuable than any sale he could make. There were many major players here, people responsible for changes on a galactic scale. But deep down, he knew he had just tagged along to try and feel…normal again.

He wandered around the Sabacc tables, curious about the other guests. He passed Shoma Ike and paused to pay his respects to royalty. “Greetings, Prince” Zai said, his speech automatically translating to Atrisian. “Nice jacket”. He moved on quickly, in case the young prince decided to switch him off permanently.

Now that he made a fool of himself, he decided that perhaps it was best to find a seat. He wandered through the tables until he found a free spot. He pulled up a chair opposite Tmoxin Temi and to the left of KeCholo. Zai fished out a pile of credits, placing it carefully on the table. His collection looking rather meagre compared to the Duros’ stash. “Zai Avery” he introduced himself to the others at the table. “Droid designer, troublemaker, deceased”. With that out of the way, he was ready to play.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Second Floor
Tags: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

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Ella Nova was sat around a round table in the middle of the second floor. Leg folded over the other, resting in a reclined position that gave an air of being comfortable with her surroundings, the Senator from Humbarine was observing the game of Sabacc that was being played by some of Tmoxin Temi's guests. She had yet to enter the game. It had been a long time since she had played cards, and she had always done it back then with ulterior motives. With enough wealth already to her name, made through a series of both illicit and legal business ventures, Ella hadn't felt the need to gamble her modest earnings unless there was something more to be gained through the exchange. Money was worthless to her, and only used as a commodity to gain things from the lesser. But there were times, with high stake players sat around a Sabacc table, and conversation free flowing between them, that information could be garnered; partnerships formed; and business gained.

The current players sat around this particular Sabacc table were of no use. The only thing that could be gained from these particulars would be some monetary gain, or perhaps some development in her skills as a Sabacc player. But Ella didn't have any use for these things. She was already a skilled Sabacc player, and unlike many who had gambled and lost their earnings to the Sabacc pot, she had the Force on her side. Every time she had played cards she had already known when to bet, when to call, or when to pull out. Something in her told her when she commit and when not too. A feeling that was as instinctive as it was useful. She had grown used to trusting her feelings. They were what made her powerful.

It had been a few standard weeks since Ella had last met with Tmoxin. She had invited the Viceroy to her chambers on Humbarine to discuss a connection between her and the Confederacy. With the New Republic still very much new came other problems. There were issues with politics, both inside and outside of the Republic. Threats surrounded each of the worlds that were members of the New Republic. There were also some major economical problems that needed to be resolved. Under her advice the Humbarine Council had given permission to their representative to reach out to the Confederacy to give their world another source of trade and other economical advantages that other worlds in the Republic didn't have.

That was the excuse for why Ella was sat at the Sabacc table, bidding her time until she could meet with the Viceroys and other contacts that Tmoxin had suggested she could meet with to discuss terms following their meeting on Humbarine. But the reason why Ella was here laid in the ulterior. She was here to learn more about the Confederacy, to introduce herself to others that could create avenues of opportunity and preparation for things to come. This was the nature of her game, and one that would continue until the day that she died.

So, for the moment, she would sit there and find some enjoyment in watching the game of Sabacc, enjoying the music, the ambiance of Temi's party, and the glass of Gizer Ale in her hand. Taking a swig of her glass before setting it down on the table, Ella drew a cigarette from her pocket and ignited it, taking a toke of the laserbrain whilst playing with her hand almost absent minded as she waited to play some games.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Second Floor
Tags: [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Fiolette Raaf"] [member="Amethyst Atreides"] [member="Darth Tacitus"]
Directly playing a sabacc round: [member="KeCholo"] [member="Shoma Ike"] [member="Zai Avery"] [member="Ella Nova"]

Though the quiet of the cozy room in which she sat was welcoming, as she heard the first footsteps heading her way, Tmoxin's heart galloped along at a quicker pace. Her servant adjusted the volume of the music up just slightly, the notes from a Hapan lute audible over the percussive smazzo beat, a fusion experiment that thankfully seemed to work as the soundtrack for a game of sabacc.

A tall Duros entered the room, so tall in fact that he likely had to duck to get through the doorway. “Well, hello Mr. KeCholo. It’s very nice to meet you.” The Hapan stood and warmly shook his hand. She’d learned to keep her xenophobia well under wraps at these types of events. The redhead Dark Jedi sat back down and watched the Duros businessman sample the cigarras.

“Thank you,” she responded, eyeing his briefcase full of credits next. “I see you’ve come prepared.”

Then Tmoxin noticed a young Atrisian had entered.

“Oh please sit down. We are nearly ready to play,” she beckoned. The Viceroyal took a liberal sip of smuggler’s red, inhaling the cigarra smoke in the room. It smelled so spicy and exotic - even from the lungs of an alien - that If she became tipsy enough she may just try one.

Without even noticing the droid dealing, it seemed like two cards had magically appeared in front of her.

“Mr. Avery, yes! Let’s play a few rounds shall we?”

Noting one more guest had arrived, the Hapan smiled at the familiar face. “And Ms. Nova. I was hoping you would accept my invitation. Are you watching or playing?”

KeCholo was to the left of the dealer so it was his bet first. As Tmoxin waited she asked the Atrisian, “What is your name, Sir? And just why do you look so familiar?” She thought he was a monarch of the world, but she’d been in the Southern Systems so long, news of the northern parts of the galaxy often escaped her notice.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Seven Moons Ranch​

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Second Floor​

with [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

Tagging: [member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] ​

[member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Faye Malvern"] | [member="Zai Avery"]​

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"Of course," Fiolette concured as she and Taeli surveyed the second floor, along with guests that continued to arrive. A rather unique collective of people many whom Fiolette did not recognize. "I am certainly out of place here, perhaps you should lead the way darling. Did you want me to get you anything to drink? Tea, water?" She offered just so she wouldn't be standing around without anything to do. She was sure to join the sabaac tables later on but she could sense that the number of force users here outnumbered non force users like herself. Even with the bond she and Taeli shared, the Galidraani decided to sit the games out, for now at least. "A Jedi?" A raise brow at the thought of the Prince having been a Jedi, but then she knew and cared little for the affairs of force users prior to her relationship with Taeli.

What did catch Fio's attention were the ever so pungent aroma of cigars and cigarettes, "you alright with the smoke?" It was only after she asked, that she knew Taeli could fend it off on her own. Still, a bit of instinctive reaction the redhead knew her beloved was not a fan of the habit. She shifted her skirt down and side stepped out of the way so the help could get by. At the very least the trip to Bothawui could prove fruitful for future real estate endeavors. She wasn't entirely sure about making any big plans for Primo Victorian, however; she did need to find a place to establish her latest venture.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Seven Moons Ranch - Second Floor
Accompanying [member="Fiolette Raaf"]
Attire: Pic
Others Nearby: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Ella Nova"] [member="Shoma Ike"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Zai Avery"] [member="Faye Malvern"]

"Just some water," Taeli replied, giving Fiolette a small smile. She could sense her trepidation at the amount of Force users at the tables, and she gave her a reassuring mental touch through their bond. "And the smoke won't bother me, besides thinly veiled disgust at the habit." She had spotted their host at one of the tables, and she started to make her way over to it after giving Fiolette a kiss on the cheek.

"Mind if I join in on the next round?" Taeli said, taking one of the seats at the table that remained vacant. "Miss Temi, it has been far too long."

Taeli continued smiling as her amethyst gaze swept over the others playing and those watching. She thought she recognized the Duro at the table, but other than that, everyone was an unknown quantity. She was keeping her presence in the Force low at the moment, not probing or feeling for anyone besides Fiolette. She never thought it fair play at sabaac and dejarik to use her powers. Even as a Sith, she believed that when it came to games of chance, it should be equal all around. It made it more fun after all.

She slid her credit chip to the dealer droid for the buy-in so when the next round began, she would be dealt in.

 

[KeCholo]

SECOND FLOOR - REPRESENTING BATTLEWELL SECURITY AND ARMS​

KeCholo hunched forward at the Sabacc table, concealing his abnormal height. He fidgeted with his chips, sporadically moving the various piles of differing heights around until he was satisfied with the formation. He then rapped his fingers across the table in rhythmic fashion, greeting each of the guests. He nodded at [member="Shoma Ike"] as he sat down, eyeing the boy up. He didn't seem like a frequent gambler to Ke'Cholo, hopefully he'd be leaving with less credits than he arrived with. He deeply inhaled on the expensive cigar, tasting it's various intertwined aromas and scents. He nodded at [member="Zai Avery"] as he sat down, an apparent chatterbox...Ke'Cholo's least liked type of player.

''We're all dead here...'' he responded to Avery but looking at no one in particular. He blew a thick cloud of tar black smoke into the ether, neither coughing nor showing any signs that would indicate such a behavior would arise. Lastly, he noted [member="Taeli Raaf"] who was the last to sit down. He seemed to recognize her from somewhere, perhaps from his days as a hired gun for the Techno Union, but he spoke not of it. Instead, he tipped his hat to her and awaited the dealer. The robotic dealer dished out two cards to each player. KeCholo was first.

Ke'Cholo threw the blind amount in and looked at the two cards. He received a six and an eight to total a card count of 14. ''14'' he said out loud, playing by the rules he had been taught that indicated a player must always reveal their first amount. He needed a nine or lower to stay safe, not counting any of the special 16 cards he had a 40% chance of getting a card that would put him over. He drummed his fingers for a moment before speaking up.

''I'll take another...'' he said to the dealer who promptly dealt him a fourteen. Ke'Cholo attempted to hide his dissatisfaction. Ke'Cholo exercised his right to trade a card, throwing the fourteen back at the dealer with the comment ''Trade.'' The dealer peeled the top card off and dealt it towards Ke'Cholo. He cautiously picked it up, it was a seven. That brought his total up to a 21, just two away from a Sabacc. He placed his six in the interference field followed by a 1,000 credit bet.

OOC Notes:

Spoiler

I'll be using the RNG from Google for my cards. Unlike my character, never played Sabacc so I'm following the Wiki entry: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/SabaccIf I've done anything wrong, shoot me a dm and I will promptly edit my post.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: First floor
Representing: Ringovinda StarYards/Systems (thereafter referred to as Ringo)
Nearby: [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Archim Calixis"]

If there ever was one time for Jessica to claim she was some sort of Force-using droid, it would be now. She could sense that the Mechanicum representative (Archim) is one that seemed to prefer being around droids than being around organics. It seems that, too often, people forget about indirect fire or otherwise assume that missiles can get the job done for indirect fire; when you're under heavy ECM jamming but still need indirect fire, this is when mortars are most handy, also when the available missiles have a turning radius that is too wide to get the job done, she thought, while closing in on the Mechanicum representative. However, she knew that she had to break the ice somehow, while at the same time not making any assumption as to the needs of the Mechanicum, defense or otherwise. She even readied a datapad with the complete catalog of Ringo products, classified by category: civilian starships, warships, starship components, stations, civilian ground vehicles, combat vehicles, heavy weapons, and other merchandise at the end. Understandably the need for organization was made clear because of the catalog's sheer size.

"Welcome. I am Jessica Med-Beq, from Ringo; today we hold specials on mortars, machineguns on the one hand, and drydocks on the other. I can assure you, there is a wide catalog for the vast majority of defense or transportation needs if your needs lie elsewhere"

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Second Floor
Tags: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="KeCholo"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Zai Avery"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"]

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"I wouldn't miss this for anything," Ella replied to Tmoxin as she joined the Sabacc table. "Of course. I was looking to play some cards with you and your guests." Exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke through her nostrils and the slit that was her mouth, Ella lowered the half smoked laserbrain into the ashtray which was situated beside the glass of Gizer Ale she had just been drinking. As others joined the Sabacc table Ella felt a subtle transition in the Force. The feeling told her that it were these people that she had been waiting to play against, and not the rabble that had been sitting there beforehand.

Sabacc was a complicated game. The objective of each player was to gain a hand that was as close to 23, or a hand that equaled to the exact total of 23. If a player was to gain a hand that was higher than 23 then they went bust, and lost that round. If a player gained a hand of 23 then they would be able to claim Pure Sabacc and take the pot that would be accumulated over the course of several games until one player could finally play a hand of 23. Due to the different cards that were played in Sabacc, each with differing numbers split into positive or negative numbers, meant that it was extremely difficult to claim a hand of 23 or Pure Sabacc.

In casinos across the galaxy the Sabacc pot often grew to grand sizes over the course of several months, which only enticed more and more players to try and win the grand prize by trying to get a hand of 23, only to fail and merely contribute to the growth of the overall pot until one lucky winner could finally claim it all for themselves. It didn't matter if a winning hand was -23 or +23, so long as the cards equaled to the number of 23.

Until Pure Sabacc was found the game would continue with the hand that had the highest amount. Other than the Pure Sabacc it was possible to win the grand pot by finding the Idiot's Array. This was done by a player claiming a rare card called the Idiot as well as a 2 card of any suit, and a 3 card of any suit. For example a player with a hand of the Idiot, two Flasks and three Sabers could claim the Idiot's Array and win the table. The four suits were: Flasks, Sabers, Staves and Coins. Each card dealt with their positive or negative values were separated into these four suits.

Each card and their corresponding suit numbered through 1 to 11, then there were different cards that had their own values. There was the commander which numbered 12; the mistress which numbered 13; the master which numbered 14; and the ace which numbered 15. The other 16 cards were two sets of 8 special cards: Balance (numbered -11); The Idiot (0); Endurance (-8); Moderation (-14); The Evil One (-15); The Queen of Air and Darkness (-2); Demise (-13); and the Star (numbered -17 or -10).

Sabacc Cards

Pip Cards (Numbered +1 / +11 or -1 / -11)
Commander (Numbered +12)
Mistress (Numbered +13)
Master (Numbered +14)
Ace (Numbered +15)

Special cards:
Balance (Numbered -11)
The Idiot (Numbered 0)
Endurance (Numbered -8)
Moderation (Numbered -14)
The Evil One (Numbered -15)
The Queen of Air and Darkness (Numbered -2)
Demise (Numbered -13)
The Star (Numbered -17 or -10)

Each card is separated into four suits. These are: Flasks, Sabers, Staves or Coins.

As one of Tmoxin's guests claimed to have been given a total of 14, before trading in one of his cards and sliding a 6 into the interference field to lock it in, Ella lowered her gaze to the cards that she had been dealt. She had been given two Pip cards. The first total negative -7, and belonged to the Flasks suit. The other was positive +2, and it belonged to the Staves. "Negative 5," Ella told the other players. It was an extremely bad starting hand. Her feelings told her what to do.

"I'll fold." Discarding her hand, Ella leaned back in her seat and picked up the Gizer Ale. Before she took sip, she turned to the rest of the players and asked: "And whom do I have the pleasure of playing with today, other than our hostess? I am Ella Nova."