S C A R R E D
Maou watched the monitors in his penthouse suite within Ozai, patiently awaiting his visitors. Located on the edge of the Gold and Blue sectors of Coronet city, it was in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods on the planet. That didn't stop local and tourist thrill seekers from visiting the highly esteemed club though. Lavish to the point of excess on some levels and the opposite on others, Ozai held the crown as one of the most popular clubs in Coronet City and was a hotbed of criminal activity. The entire city knew this and so the occasional Coronet Chopper would fly by or a small patrol of peacekeeper droids would stroll past the ground-side entrance. Tonight Maou watched one level in particular. It was one of the higher class levels and tonight it sported talent from Atrisia, one of the southern provinces if he remembered correctly. From his monitors and speakers he could watch and listen to the heavy music and watch the crowds. His eye had fallen on one woman in particular, a Devaronian, and he made a mental note to find her later. Here he was a god, one that could bring your darkest desires come true and one that could take everything away in an instant. Several floors above the common club levels and only two above the highest class club the opaque glass hid his face but left shadows of those who wandered close enough to the glass and so for those below it appeared as if a shadowy monster watched them from above.
Few in the club knew who watched them and one such person now watched the shadow. Sai, Ronin of the Yokai and "owner" of the club on official documents his main job here was entertaining the guests. Stylish haircut, bright red prosthetic arm, and dressed to impress with a tailored tunic and trousers, the Atrisian gangster scanned the crowd looking for their guests for tonight. It felt like Ozai was getting more packed every night, but Sai supposed that was a good thing. Meant more credits and more clients on the other side businesses but at the same time it was an omen of what was to come. Sai was by no means a politician, he just ran the club and made sure the spice and deathsticks flowed. Recently he'd started dealing in Red Sand too which was turning an astounding profit and was in fact why they were meeting with their guests today.
It was inevitable with the mass immigration into the Republic and specifically Corellia as the strange Galactic Pandemic began making waves through the Galaxy. The situation seemed especially dire in Atrisia and already they had seen a huge influx of upstart Atrisian crime lords from the homeworld, disturbing the balance of the Atrisian crime lords here on Corellia as fake "main house" kodomo and heirs began flooding their streets. It was annoying to say the least, a real headache in fact for the young Ronin as they edged in on their profits and territory. It took weeks to figure out if the pretenders were the real deal, heirs of homeworld Oyabun or fakes that deserved to die by Atrisian code for invoking false family names. Luckily their guest tonight was not Atrisian and if they did decide put Maou in a compromising position...He had no doubt that Maou would crush them and theirs.
Spotting the guest and their small group Sai made his way over to them discretely and smiled at the group and motioned for them to follow him. Sai made one last glance up at the penthouse glass and smirked when he saw the shadow was no longer watching them. As they moved towards the hallway the music began to become a dull thumping of bass. The walls were covered in intricate Atrisian paintings and art replicas and symbols. When they'd reached the large elaborate turbolift doors they hissed open revealing two men in red Yōkai masks and black suits. They held Mandalorian made carbines and were silent, stepping aside to allow the small party into the spacious lift.
Sai looked to who seemed to be the leader of the group and smirked before speaking in thick Atrisian-accented basic.
"It would be wise not to anger Maou. Our Oyabun can be gracious, but your group has been making things difficult for us," he shrugged before he pressed a thumb to the security scanner within the lift and had his eye scanned. The doors hissed closed and began to move up. "To be honest though, I wouldn't mind watching him rip you limb from limb with his bare hands."
Darth Voyance
Few in the club knew who watched them and one such person now watched the shadow. Sai, Ronin of the Yokai and "owner" of the club on official documents his main job here was entertaining the guests. Stylish haircut, bright red prosthetic arm, and dressed to impress with a tailored tunic and trousers, the Atrisian gangster scanned the crowd looking for their guests for tonight. It felt like Ozai was getting more packed every night, but Sai supposed that was a good thing. Meant more credits and more clients on the other side businesses but at the same time it was an omen of what was to come. Sai was by no means a politician, he just ran the club and made sure the spice and deathsticks flowed. Recently he'd started dealing in Red Sand too which was turning an astounding profit and was in fact why they were meeting with their guests today.
It was inevitable with the mass immigration into the Republic and specifically Corellia as the strange Galactic Pandemic began making waves through the Galaxy. The situation seemed especially dire in Atrisia and already they had seen a huge influx of upstart Atrisian crime lords from the homeworld, disturbing the balance of the Atrisian crime lords here on Corellia as fake "main house" kodomo and heirs began flooding their streets. It was annoying to say the least, a real headache in fact for the young Ronin as they edged in on their profits and territory. It took weeks to figure out if the pretenders were the real deal, heirs of homeworld Oyabun or fakes that deserved to die by Atrisian code for invoking false family names. Luckily their guest tonight was not Atrisian and if they did decide put Maou in a compromising position...He had no doubt that Maou would crush them and theirs.
Spotting the guest and their small group Sai made his way over to them discretely and smiled at the group and motioned for them to follow him. Sai made one last glance up at the penthouse glass and smirked when he saw the shadow was no longer watching them. As they moved towards the hallway the music began to become a dull thumping of bass. The walls were covered in intricate Atrisian paintings and art replicas and symbols. When they'd reached the large elaborate turbolift doors they hissed open revealing two men in red Yōkai masks and black suits. They held Mandalorian made carbines and were silent, stepping aside to allow the small party into the spacious lift.
Sai looked to who seemed to be the leader of the group and smirked before speaking in thick Atrisian-accented basic.
"It would be wise not to anger Maou. Our Oyabun can be gracious, but your group has been making things difficult for us," he shrugged before he pressed a thumb to the security scanner within the lift and had his eye scanned. The doors hissed closed and began to move up. "To be honest though, I wouldn't mind watching him rip you limb from limb with his bare hands."
Darth Voyance
