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[Kebos]

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Astral Nights Lounge - Terminus


The lounge was starting to get more lively as the day was turning into night. All walks of life were pouring into the club. Each one of them had their own motives but they all came for one reason: The Kebos Syndicate was looking for new bodies. New meat for the plans ahead was much needed. Word was sent all over the planet and to some neighboring systems. Astral Nights was only so big and the Syndicate only really needed just a few hands, but the pool was big enough to weed out the scrap. The head honcho himself was overlooking the gathering of cutthroats from above in his safe room. Down below, members of his gang were weaving through the crowd, searching for those who are truly hungry.

"Look at 'em all. Bet not one of them has even pulled the trigger on a blaster before. There's gotta be some grit down there somewhere." Kebos groaned as he looked through the camera feeds. He could tell a lot of a person just based on looks. Someone worthy of his time and attention should and would be obvious. Or, on rare occasion, the opposite. He needed soldiers, techs, and more if he was going to begin his reign in the Sith Empire's underworld.

"Man, this is already boring. Keep me posted, IGs. I'm gonna hit the proton chair." Kebos said as he hopped up from his seat and walked over towards the proton chair on the other side of the room. He'd likely spend much of the remainder of the night in virtual reality to pass the time. Meanwhile, the IG-RSX droids did as commanded and watched the camera feeds and listened in on the comms from the crew downstairs.

Elyadre Velding ​

 

[Elyadre Velding]

Kebos ​

Elyadre was hungry, albeit not in the way the gang had been instructed to keep an eye out for. Her stomach gave off a low rumble as she bobbed and weaved through the gathering crowd. Lounge snacks weren't exactly on the forefront of her mind when it came to food - not when she could grab something cheap and greasy not even 10 minutes away on a speeder. But hey, it wasn't her credits that'd be financing this trip to the bar. She might as well see what they had to offer.

Had anyone, Adre included, taken a moment to really take in the crowd around her, they might've noticed the woman didn't exactly belong. The difference wasn't so stark as a beacon of color among a sea of grit, rather the intention of which each person moved. When she'd caught wind of this career fair of sorts, she'd wondered, distantly why a lounge of all places was to be the setting. Vaguely, she'd noticed a distinct lack of tabling or advertisements for companies seeking employees - perhaps she'd gone to the wrong place? The line of thinking had been quickly abandoned when food came to mind.

Her route to the bar was a bit all over the place. Wide-eyed and seemingly unaware of the company she was surrounded by, she appeared more distractible rather than concerned (which wasn't too far off from the truth). "Ope, so sorry, mate," she offered when she accidentally bumped into one of the many attendees, not sparing them more than that initial glance as she continued on her way. She already had her prize, after all. A secret pocket now slightly heavier with the individual's pocket creds.

The process was repeated once more before she actually reached the bar itself - this time more a genuine accident but nevertheless something to take advantage of. They'd find that not all their creds had been lifted since this mark had been a mix of accident and habit.

Sliding into a barstool, she quickly glanced over the small menu of food. As she suspected, nothing impressive, but hunger was winning out. "Can I get this and..." She rattled off a drink at random - nothing that'd get her too out of it. There were jobs to be found...somewhere. Laying the credits out on the bar top, she was pleasantly surprised by the quick haul. The excess would be going towards a food stop to end the night - something cheap and greasy now being on the forefront of her mind. Fore the moment, however, she paid off her tab and was content to people watch as she waited for her food and drink.

 

[Kebos]

The crowd was starting to reach peak capacity. Of course, when you have crowds, emotions can amplify and personalities can clash. And, this being a gathering of wannabe gangsters and killers, things were sure to go south. Kebos knew that, though. He wanted to see who could hold their own in this kind of situation. Wanted to see who was above the rest. He was prepared for whatever might happen to the lounge. He was about to drop the dusty old venue in exchange for fresher digs.

He wouldn't catch any of the action as he was too into his proton chair. His lieutenants and the IG-RSX's knew what he was looking for, though. He hoped that much, at least. His eyes in the field wouldn't interact until the right moment. Maybe, if something were to pop off, they'd sit back and watch them tear at each other.

As expected, somewhere in the crowd punches landing could be heard. Near the bar, an Aqualish was trading drunken blows with a Devaronian. All of the drinks were on the house for the night. Alcohol dulled one's instincts if they weren't careful. Leading to situations such as the mess that was quickly unfolding. Sounds of glass shattering as one bashed the other on the head with a liquor bottle. The bartender watched the fight carry on as she nonchalantly cleaned a glass cup. The two fighting eventually spilled into another group, causing the fight to turn into a bit of a brawl. It did not expand much further as much of the rest of the lounge watched and cheered on the fighting. Not unexpected of these types.

"They've started to fight." stated one of the IG-RSX's.

"How crude." groaned another. "I'm scanning for potentials. None so far. Truly surprising."

The bartender eyed the girl requesting service. He listened to her order and looked down at her credits, taking them without a word. A bit later, he'd bring out and sat in front of her that which she requested. "You here for the Syndicate too? You don't look like the type." the bartender asked of the girl. He was a human, much like her. Though, he wasn't as pretty. The face of an old soldier this one had.

Elyadre Velding
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[Elyadre Velding]

The moment the bar fight started, Elyadre's world shrunk. The telltale shatter of glass saw her head snapping to the noise before all other noises from that general direction (and just about the lounge as a whole) faded to a muddled cacophony. Her brow furrowed as she watched the bartender from that side react so nonchalantly to the violence, another indication that perhaps this wasn't your usual job fair.

"Hmm?" Her attention was refocused as the food and drink were set before her. Her eyes wide as she intently watched the bartender's lips, one could almost mistake her expression for that of youthful naivete.

There was some naivete in there, to be sure. "I, uh, missed some of the advertising, I think," she answered, thinking it best no one knew just how wrong she had been. "But hey, creds are creds, ya feel?" With a shrug, she twirled a fry in her fingers before digging into the meal, as if putting emphasis on how unbothered she seemed to be by the conflict.

It wasn't her physical senses that alerted her when the brawl spilled further in their direction. Everything sounded the same when there wasn't something to direct her focus beyond the plate in front of her. Nevertheless, under some compulsion she felt the need to duck as a chair was launched overhead. The woosh of air caused her to look up. "Huh. That was close."

Kebos ​

 

[Kebos]

The bartender chuckled. "Good reflexes." he remarked before walking off to tend to another at the bar. The fighting was starting to slow down. Blood was starting to cool off and tempers were fading away. Some security had gotten involved after a bit. Fights were expected in such a place so they were not too quick to handle the situation, but they stopped it before things got too crazy.

"You don't really look the type." said an older woman at the bar. She wore a black duster and a blaster on each hip. Her hair was salt and pepper and her skin was leathery. "You a fighter? Certainly not. A slicer, maybe? Smuggler? What's your game, suge?" the woman asked.

Meanwhile, several people had been escorted towards the back of the club, disappearing behind a large door manned by two guards. Likely, they had been chosen to join the gang. Or maybe something else. That was a secret locked behind those doors.

Elyadre Velding ​

 

[Elyadre Velding]

With the bartender moving on and the fighting dying down, Elyadre felt a bit more inclined to take in her surroundings. Clearly, she'd walked in with a very different idea of what this evening would entail, just as it was very clear that remaining completely oblivious wouldn't do her any favors. She wasn't going so far as to make notes of every exit she could spot, but other patterns were beginning to make themselves known. Alcohol? Free and flowing. People? Split between scrappy and burly, confident and eager to prove...something at the slightest provocation.

The observations were drawn to a halt by another voice addressing her, another sitting at the bar. Her brow furrowed a fraction. "Funny, the bartender said the same thing," Adre noted with a slight chuckle of her own. That had to mean something, right? "You got me, my sabacc game is pretty good." Definitely not because she stole the cards as needed. Adre was tempted to leave it at that - she didn't have anything to prove to a stranger, especially when there was a very real chance she'd stolen from her in the past.

Yet the way her words matched the bartender's...she could be a scout. "I'm, uh, good at getting things, ya know? Li-"

Her words cut off as she noticed a few people disappearing behind the armed door. Now that was interesting. "So that's where we're making things official, eh?" She turned back to the older lady with undue confidence, either fully convinced she was indeed a scout for the Syndicate or trying to bait one into speaking up. "Or is that where ya tell people to Syndi-quit?"

Kebos ​