Stranded - Techno Union Dominion of Ryloth

[Armand Temi]

Location: Wealthy estate area outside of Lessu, Ryloth
Objective A: Loot the estate
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Crix Meriet"]
Posts: 11/20

But then again, hiding bodies was work for layman and grave diggers. Not nobles like the King of Indupar and the Princess of Isis. She wouldn't even ask Toby to bury Lord Paulk. The whole affair had taken an unsavory turn, and Thais was ready to be done with this estate.

She watched Crix canoodle with his slave for a moment and then order Toby upstairs to rest. The next order of business appeared to be a living room curb-stomp of Lord Paulk's face. Again, Thais had to turn her head, and this time she withdrew a handkerchief and pressed it to her nose, mostly to ward away the spraying of blood.

"Fine, Mr. Meriet, you have earned a retreat I should say," said Thais. "Xander, I think we should find another estate to visit. I saw a bigger, more lavish home just up the walkway. Perhaps we will have more luck coercing someone with a little bit more to lose than Lord Paulk."

 

[Isamu Baelor]

[member="Jak Sandrow"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]

Post 4/20

The man looked a little beat up, but fine. It came as a relief to Isamu. With another able body, they just might be able to survive the coming onslaught. After taking a much needed drink, the unknown man enquired as to the Helgic. "His legs are broken" Isamu replied. "We can't move him." After gaining his bearings, the man asked about the plan. There wasn't much of one. They were low on supplies, and ammunition. They were also surrounded by ravenous beasts, that would no doubt tear them apart. There was only one thing they could do: Survive. "Help me move some of this debris." Isamu said. "We need to create a barricade." Isamu began to move the debris, as quietly as he could. They needed to build a barricade which would funnel the creates. As they worked, Isamu asked. "Who are you?"

 

[Darth Osano]

Objective: Root out dissidents
Location: Lessu, Entertainment District
Posts: [04/20]

The Perspective was one of the more popular talk shows in this region of Ryloth, filmed at a studio in Lessu. It consisted of five middle-aged or elderly Twi'lek women babbling about an assortment of issues. Social, political, economic, or irrelevant. Shortly before the Selectivists abandoned the planet, many of them had made disparaging remarks about the Techno Union. This was no doubt to appease their backwards overlords. There was little doubt within TD-18 that they would pay lip service to the Techno Union if they were left alone long enough. Yet these anti-capitalist sentiments, how they blasted the Techno Union and spread lies and misinformation among an already suffering populace, could not be forgiven.

Citizens watching from home would be puzzled as to why their broadcast was suddenly interrupted. The live studio audience, on the other hand, would be forced to witness a spectacle they hadn't signed up for. Almost as soon as the transmission was cut- the "live" light blinking off inexplicably and the camera crew exchanging puzzled glances -a dozen or so droids lead by TD-18 marched in from the back entrance. TD-18 was unarmed. The rest of the SC1s were carrying stun batons. Eight SC1s moved to secure the stage from anyone seeking to intervene while two remained positioned to keep their exit secured. The remaining two unceremoniously began to subdue the entire cast of The Perspective by bludgeoning them with stun batons while TD-18 unceremoniously rattled off the charges.

"Stop resisting." An SC1 would occasionally punctuate.

Understandably, the audience panicked and fled for the exits. Some brave few souls would linger for a few moments to record the scene and upload it to the holonet. SpyNet would have predicted this happening, of course, and the footage removed from the holonet within minutes of its uploading. The list of dissidents and subversives to visit would grow a little bit longer. Once the cast of The Perspective had, indeed, finally stopped resisting, they had black bags thrown over their heads and were hauled into a van not unlike the one that had taken Devin from his drug den.

Six down.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Wealthy estate area outside of Lessu, Ryloth
Objective A: Harrass the feudal lords
Allies: 2Thais Kallisto | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Crix Meriet"]
Posts: 8/20

Xander turned as Criz caved in the face of the dead noble. This had not gone according to any sort of plan, and that was because the news had come suddenly. Had Xander been there alone, things would have run smoothly. Instead he was there with three others who kept him from being as strong as he would have normally been. It wasn't that they prevented him, but he was playing his part, and today it did not look like a Sith, but rather another wealthy king.

"There is another estate not far from here. Crix, take what you want from this place, and then make this all look like an accident. I do not feel like explaining this to anyone, especially the part about why his manhood is so damaged."

If Crix would be good for one thing, he would be good for this. The slaver certainly had made people disappear before. Xander didn't know this directly, but it was the nature of the work Crix was in. They were a mob of sorts, and Xander knew he could rely on the slaver.

Offering his arm to Thais, Xander nodded.

"Shall we be off my dear. We have another estate to ransack and steal from. Crix can increase his coffers from what he finds here."

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Wealthy estate area outside of Lessu, Ryloth
Objective A: Loot the estate
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Crix Meriet"]
Posts: 12/20

Thais took Xander's arm, and they left the dead man with the slaver and his slave. The pair took a moving walkway to the next estate, which was much nicer than Lord Paulk's as Thais had described. It was a stone structure with castle-like turrets and a small, clear lagoon in the front.

Spoiler

According to information Thais was able to gain quickly using the estate's coordinates, the palace belonged to a Twi'lek feudal lord named Ecar Baard. He was a notorious dealer in beautiful Twi'lek slaves. If they could get Lord Baard's signature that would be a huge win for the Techno Union. But it wouldn't be easy. Based on the luxury speeders parked in the front of the estate it appeared that the wealthy Twi'lek had guests. He also had a massive security presence including cameras, droids and sentient guards. Perhaps he was having a cocktail party or perhaps he was selling slaves. Or maybe just doing ancillary business.

Thais suddenly hestitated, her sympathy towards this nobleman suddenly taking over. "Xander, I really feel uncomfortable breaking up Lord Baard's dinner party. What if this were us on Isis and someone, like the Governor, for example, came crashing into our festive party with harsh demands?"

 

[Crix Meriet]

7/20
Location: Wealthy estate area outside of Lessu, Ryloth
Objective A: Hide the lard lord / Have a nap in front of the Tv
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Thais Kallisto"]

"Regards Majesty's" He sighed before limping off.

He struggled his way upstairs, He should not have kicked the lord's face in. he was in agony. He would sort through the valuables in the house right after he'd had a lie down, if he could make it up the stairs anyway, he fell against the bannister and growled. He'd need to get rid of the body too. "Curse it all" He hissed. Then staggered up to the landing. He was shattered, relief washed over him as Toby met him at the top of the stairs, He fell into Tobys arms. "I'm Tired T" he sighed. putting his weight onto Toby and off his own sore feet.

T chuckled and put a hand under his arms to support him to the master bedroom. Crix wasn't tired enough to suffer the indignity of being carried. Toby eased Crix onto the bed and he sighed "I got cross and did something dumb, now everything hurts" He whined.

T slowly eased Crix's shoes off his agony stricken feet, rubbing soothing Circles into the sprained joint before slipping his socks off. Then his sweet Toby had lifted Crix's feet into his lap to massage them, soothing out the soreness with well placed firm rubs, rubbing finished toby bowed his head down o layer kisses onto Crix's sore feet kissing until no patch of skin had ben left untouched. Then he eased off Crix's jacket to rub gently at his tense neck and hands. Finally Toby lay him down and snuggled in next to him kissing his head and continuing to rub his 'master's' shoulders before hugging him close . All of this gentle contact had made crix dozy and he was soon lulled to sleep. the agony in his body subsiding. He woke up an hour later to find his wrist and ankle propped up on cushions, a cold damp cloth draped over the sore joints whilst Toby stroked his hair. "Thanks T" He smiled lifting his good hand up to stroke Toby's chin. "I wish it were not so but there is a fat lord bellow who I need to attend too ..." Damn lord Paulk and his foolishness he thought as he began to sit up with a groan.

 

[Zola]

Objective: B, Promote the Arts
Location: Machado Gallery
Allies: [member="Akatan Adasca"]
Enemies: NA
3/20

It was difficult to get culture to bloom and flourish on a planet with such a harsh climate as Ryloth, but somehow the visual arts managed to persevere on the Twi'lek world in the Gaulus Sector. The Machado Gallery on Ryloth was one of those rare bastions of the arts, but lately it had fallen under hard economic times. Zola, Obsidian Knight of the Techno Union hoped that tonight's opening, which also served as a benefit for the Machado, would help give the underground gallery the monetary boost it needed to continue providing Ryloth citizens with paintings, sculptures, Holo-installations, and other mixed media works.

Zola invited businessman and former Republic Senator Akatan Adasca to accompany her to tonight's opening, which featured paintings depicting scenes from the last decade of galactic wars and skirmishes, such as the Battles of Telti, Manaan, and Ziost, to name a few. There were even paintings from the most recent One Sith siege of Contruum and its defense of Balmorra from the armies of the Galactic Republic.

The Hapan Dark Jedi Knight wore a simple black dress, with symmetrical mesh cutouts, and her dirty blonde hair was worn loose and messy around her face. As she waited for her date to arrive she struck up conversation with a Gran art buyer, both of them discussing the subtle chiaroscuro of a panoramic scene depicting Wookiees of Kashyyyk falling to the Vong and Graug.

 

[Akatan Adasca]

Objective: B, Promote the Arts
Location: Machado Gallery
Allies: [member="Zola"]
Enemies: NA
1/20

The soft hum of music, ambient and fluid, lit up the Arkanians senses as he strolled through the Machado Gallery. After Ms. Kyrgen had asked him about his preferences in art, he envisioned himself inviting her to the gallery on the New Legacy. Or perhaps in the theater, listening to more mediocre music as they attempted to figure out the sound stage issues. But coming to Ryloth, having the opportunity to judge the fine hand of other artists and potentially finding them lacking, well that seemed right up his ally. Speaking of right up his ally.

Approaching the potential business partner, he gave just the hint of a smile. Not too much, didn't want to show his hand just yet. Bedfellows did often make best business partners, that he recalled anyway. Actually, now that he recalled it, he couldn't recollect on the image of another that might have made him cross that very threshold. Oh well, not worth thinking about. Even still, he had etiquette with a heavy dosing of charm. "Ms. Kyrgen, if you had meant yourself when you ask about my preference for art, my answer may have been the very same." Not Arkanian. He wore a similar outfit here, with a fixed expression, as he approached a painting. He nearly lifted his hand to touched the embossed painting style.

He inspected the framed oceans of Manaan, a great loss for the Republic, as he opened a gold pill container. Taking a tablet and clipping it closed, he placed the stimulant between his front teeth and crushed, folding the gold container back into his tunic. "Too bad the Republic isn't as good at waging war as they are at arguing meaningless points in political discourse...they have been a bit more successful in their endeavors."

 

[Zola]

Objective: B, Promote the Arts
Location: Machado Gallery
Allies:[member="Akatan Adasca"]
Enemies: NA
4/20

"Akatan," Zola smiled widely. "So glad you could make it." Was Akatan flirting with her? That was a pleasant surprise. Now she would have to cancel those male escorts she'd arranged to send up to his ship later, but that was an easy Holocall to make. Together they studied a painting of the Battle of Manaan, and Akatan brazenly popped a pill. Unless the man had high blood pressure, he wasn't trying to hide his vices. Intriguing. She wondered what other vices the Arkanian businessman had, and how many he'd be willing to enjoy with her.

"The Republic is a dying animal, slowly croaking out its death rattle," she scoffed. She held up her glass of wine, a special local variety. How the Twi'leks managed to grow grapes underground was a mystery to her, but it was delicious nonetheless.

"Here's to the new age. One that's free of those blowhards and monks." Zola's new age also involved the pursuit of immortality in worship of the God King, but that part was a bit more personal to the woman.

She carefully took his hand, intertwining her soft fingers with his, and tugged him towards a painting that showed the Battle of Wayland, where Primeval warlords warred with Mandalorians.

"I fought in this battle," she said, biting her lip. "The Mandos are dreadfully boring to war with. It's all the Beskar'gam and those damn lizards. It's a bit like slamming your head against a wall repeatedly."

She turned to her date and smiled darkly as her eyes lingered on him.

"Let's just say I uprooted a lot of trees."

 

[Akatan Adasca]

Objective: B, Promote the Arts
Location: Machado Gallery
Allies: [member="Zola"]
Enemies: NA
2/20

She was happy to see him. That was good, most people should feel honored. It wasn't often he set foot on land no rhyming with ania or looking an awful lot like the Arkanian Legacy. He took a glass of wine to toast alongside her, taken from the tray carried around by some lowly minimum wage pawn. Pawn's had their value, he reminded himself, just like bags were useful for storing trash in. As she grabbed his hand, he almost spilled the wine on his well maintained tunic. This is an heirloom! Wench. He flashed a look of irritation as he leveled the wine, slightly mended with her enthusiasm at the destruction wrought against the Mandalorians.

He held no love for those people. All they knew was war and metal plates stacked upon themselves. That and making really loud noises, all of which made them an incessant and boisterous group. And Akatan disliked them as much as a pauper on the street, wasting their time asking for charity instead of bettering themselves. As he would in their place. Cause he knew best.

Taking a drink of the wine, he scrapped his tongue across his teeth, careful not to show his cards just yet. "Earthy..." He stated with a bit of nonchalance. What he meant was that it tasted like dirt, actual dirt. All the tones were there and he shook his head, placing the glass on a wallboard. "You fought in this battle?" He said, leaning over her shoulder to inspect the quality of the painting. He gave a solid not bad expression as he exhaled. "Is that your talent then, Ms. Kyrgen? Is this your fine art? Fighting?" He leaned away from her shoulder and smiled. "Tell me more about these battles."

 

[Zola]

Objective: B, Promote the Arts
Location: Machado Gallery
Allies: [member="Akatan Adasca"]
Enemies: NA
5/20

Zola watched Akatan out of the corner of her eye, noticing the way his gaze dripped around the room as if the people in it weren't fit to scrape the Bantha dung from his boots. It was kind of hot. It reminded her of [member="Darth Adekos"]. Wait, did that mean that she thought Adekos was hot? Probably. Deep down Zola always held a dimly lit torch for the sharp-tongued Umbaran. Of course, the Umbaran hadn't quite returned her affection, which was probably for the best. A few years with the Umbaran had instilled in Zola an abject aversion to droids, and spending time with Adekos meant droids galore.

But Adekos wasn't here right now, just a beautiful, purple-eyed Arkanian man whose hair she wanted to touch. She resisted the urge for now.

"I have many talents, Akatan," she said, giving him a knowing look. "Some are more useful in battle, and some are more useful in other places."

She turned back to the painting. It was one of the uglier ones. "I'm one of the Techno Union's Obsidian Knights, trained in elementalism and lightsaber combat," she told him. The petite Hapan looked better fitted for the boardroom than a battlefield, but her size made her a heaviliy underestimated foe.

She bit her lower lip and glanced around the room. The Arkanian was right. This place was dull and pedestrian. She turned her face towards him, brown eyes full of amusement.

"Would you like to get out of here, and go some place more exciting?"

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Wealthy estate area outside of Lessu, Ryloth
Objective A: Harrass the feudal lords
Allies: [member="Thais Kallisto"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Crix Meriet"]
Posts: 8/20

Thais and Xander approached the next estate. The fact the owner kept a pool and garden on a desert world meant his water usuall was high, and expensive. It was time to have this all over with. Xander decided that Crix had a great idea when it came to how to deal with all the nobles making money off the slave trade in Ryloth. They'd been supplying the Hutts with slaves, and while Xander normally didn't care, the negotiaons didn't need to happen. Rather than knocking, Xander pushed the door open with the force and ignited his saber.

"I must see the Lord of this house. He can abandon his slavery of vacate his life. You can deliver that message when you tell him the Techno Union has taken over here."

Xander was the mean man Thais knew he could be. However it was not directed at her ever. There was only one time he had been upset with her and it was when she tried to order him about. They were learning what being partners meant, and for Xander it was an adjustment. His lover's had always been behind the scenes of his work as king. Thais was visible, and that drew extra scrutiny from the courts.

"This won't take long."

 

[Akatan Adasca]

Objective: B, Promote the Arts
Location: Machado Gallery
Allies: [member="Zola"]
Enemies: NA
3/20

Talents. He smiled at her response, tracing his fingers over the paltry offering of picturesque painting, poorly portraying the vindicated battle of Kashyyyk. Yuuzhan Vong, vile beasts, he had heard of their use in such a place. And the tepid performance of the Republic, flailing about like a stuck pig. What a monstrous disaster, Wookiees of the Shadowlands swept away by pure desire. It was a battle of brigands and their masters. He wondered what the Republic could have done if they had a fraction of that willpower. Maybe they wouldn't have needed the Black Flag. He was fond of the idea that people weren't as good as him. But people were equal in that regard, in their inferiority, and didn't require such extreme and directed prejudice. Unless it was coming from him, then it was alright.

"Elementalism?" He said as if he didn't know. Of course he knew. He's was just asking to make sure she felt he was involved in the conversation. He was. He just didn't actually know what elementalism was. Never occurred to him the idea that someone might be able to control the natural elements, being entirely ignorant of the force. Well, silently ignorant. Couldn't be admitting that openly.

Meeting her gaze, he played coy, raising his eyebrows as he stroked a blond hair from her shoulder. She'd look good in a boardroom, he thought, but he could also picture her in a very different sort of room. Not Arkanian. Not Arkanian. "Ms. Kyrgen...what could be more fun than judging the inadequacies of others?" He smiled sarcastically, as if he didn't know. Well, judging people was pretty high on his list of things that were fun. He was interested in what might be more entertaining than that. Though he would admit: it wasn't the most riveting act. But judgment was as much a vocation as it was a duty. And he bared the duty for the heavy burden it was, high upon his ivory castle of platinum and violet.

 

[Crix Meriet]

7/20
Location: Wealthy estate area outside of Lessu, Ryloth
Objective A: Hide the lard lord / Have a nap in front of the Tv
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Thais Kallisto"]


Crix tried to sit up only to be stopped by a hand on his chest, he turned to Toby who shook his head brow furrowed as he stoked over Crix's bruised Ankle. Crix frowned back "I need to T, the queen needs that lord gone" He sighed, he was sore, he didn't want to get out of bed. In his hesitation Toby gently pushed him back to the mattress, kissing his forehead then patting his chest and giving him a look which all but ordered him to stay in bed. Then he replaced the cloths which had fallen off in Crix's attempt to rise. Crix groaned at the soothing chill. Toby climbed off the bed, Crix hoped he hadn't gone to deal with the lord himself. His T was too sweet for burying bodies, he would have gone after him but crix didn't trust himself on the stairs alone. He needn't have worried though as his Toby was back a few moments later with a data pad.

He pushed it into Crix's good hand with a smile. Crix could stay in bed and relay instructions to a team of his staff who were on route. Whilst Crix updated them Toby turned on the Tv having found a copy of his favourite Movie. Nightmare on Naboo, Crix hated Horror films. Crix was scared of horror films but despite Toby's fear of guns and weapons he loved horror films. Crix whimpered as he noticed and Toby turned to him with a cheeky grin. Then he joined Crix back in bed Hugging him close and petting him affectionately. Crix got Toby's game, forcing Crix to snuggle close and be vulnerable. Crix supposed if he had his Toby to protect him he could survive a horror movie.

 

[Zola]

Objective: B, Promote the arts
Location: Machado Gallery
Allies: [member="Akatan Adasca"]
Enemies: NA
6/20

"Don't you worry, Akatan," she said, finishing her drink and setting it on a rolling bar droid, with a scowl at the dreadful little thing.

"Where we're going, there will be plenty of people to judge."

She let out a chuckle and whirled on her heel, heading towards the coat check. Placing a ticket and a cred chip to an anxious coat check girl, she was handed a Zeyd-cloth coat and furry serpentine creature that happily coiled around her neck, Zola's attack stohl, Koro. Koro was well-trained to attack Zola's enemies on her command. The luxury pet had his poison glands removed so that he could be taken places like the Machado Gallery and dropped off with the coat check girl (to her dismay) but he could still give out a very nasty bite with a simple verbal order.

Standing at the door to the gallery, gently stroking her stohl's luxurious, black fur, Zola looked back at the Arkanian with an expression that said that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

 

[Akatan Adasca]

Objective: B, Promote the Arts
Location: Machado Gallery
Allies: [member="Zola"]
Enemies: NA
4/20


"Oh? Perfect!" He said with a smile, rubbing his hands together. The gleam of the golden crest on his middle finger shined with a certain air of judgment. He was better than people and they needed to know. This was his duty, so says the last name with which he introduces himself. As he approached the coat counter, he grabbed the Jemmila's hand as she attempted to hand off a credit. Looking towards the coat girl, he pulled out his own credit chip and handed it off. Eyeing the strange beast of burden, draped around the womans shoulder, he looked her in the eye and smiled. "You might need that soon enough..." Placing the chip back in her dress pocket, he tilted his head. "Well..."

He looked to the door and smirked. "I don't know the way. I'm entirely dependent on you now." He didn't like that all that much but she was giving him targets to fire his judgmental gun at. He'd offer a little flirting, though how genuine it was remained to be seen, for the opportunity to get to know his new business partner. "I'm in your hands now, Ms. Kyrgen. I hope they are as capable as you've led me to believe." He looked down to her, as he waited for her to lead, a somewhat wry smile on his tanned expression.

She didn't need to take no for an answer. No one was going to be refusing her, even a xenophobic Arkanian. Not just yet anyway.

 

[Crix Meriet]

8/20
Location: Wealthy estate area outside of Lessu, Ryloth
Objective A: Hide the lard lord / Have a nap in front of the Tv
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Thais Kallisto"]

Crix curled up next to Toby his head on the slave's chest legs curled up into the slave's side. He wanted his rancor two defenders were better than one afterall. but his rancor wasn't here, his rancor was hidden under the bed back on Isis. That meant he had to snuggle Toby all the tighter. His slave noted the fear, it was the same every time toby put a scary movie on. Crix just fell apart, Toby loved it when it happened. Before the trailers would to a close Toby set about 'nesting' crix as it were taking away the now room temperature cloths, bandaging the sore joints and wrapping crix up in a blanket. Crix let Toby tend to his sore parts then immediately curled up again, he hated monsters. Nothing much visibly scared crix but monsters and the like rocked him to his core.

As the film actually started crix turned his face into the fabric of Toby's top. shielding his eyes. T set about soothing him, absently rubbing his head savouring his crix being vulnerable. The man would be snuggly all day, Toby liked him like that. The data pad buzzed "T Give me the data pad I can't look" Crix whimpered. Crix felt the duvet pulled up and crix sank beneath it laying his head on Toby's Tummy savouring the extra protection from the horror on the Tv. Then a data pad was passed down to him and his T's fingers returned to stroke his head.

The team had arrived, he couldn't have them seeing him like this so he banned them from the bedroom but instructed them first to put Lord paulk in a compromising position in the basement make it look like a rouge twi'lek dancer. Then he ordered them to sort through the fat lords belongings. Having dealt with them he reluctantly edged back to lie in the crook of Toby's arm again. His eyes were squeezed tight shut until He felt the warmth and smelt the fragrance that was distinctly Toby. "You owe me so many kisses for subjecting me to this ... and hugs ... and massages" He said weakly. Toby laughed and kissed the top of his head "I want Ice cream too"

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Wealthy estate area outside of Lessu, Ryloth
Objective A: Loot the estate
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Crix Meriet"]
Posts: 13/20

The Twi'lek who answered the door was a beautiful slave, lechan in color.

"Do you have an appointment with Lord Baard," she asked, but her red face nearly turned white when she heard what Darth Vizios said next. "I will fetch him right away." And with that she scuttled off into the mansion.

"We should go in now so the Twi'lek doesn't have time to evacuate the Lord," said Thais, pushing the door open. "He's likely heading towards a backdoor right now or a secret tunnel under the estate." That's exactly what Princess Kallisto would be doing if armed intruders were at the Crystal Palace entrance.

They found themselves in a lavish foyer. The sounds of laughing could be heard in an adjascent room, and further into the house, were the tinkling of glasses and the bustling of servants, as though a large meal had either just been served or was being taken away.

 

[Zola]

Objective: B, Promote the arts
Location: Machado Gallery
Allies: [member="Akatan Adasca"]
Enemies: NA
7/20

"My hands are capable of many things, Mister Adasca," she smirked, watching his hand slide into the pocket of her dress. To demonstrate, she let her hand wander up the leg of his trousers, snaking underneath his tunic. Her writer isn't allowed to mention exactly where it ended up, but you get the idea.

"As is the rest of me."

The two left the gallery and moved through the underground caverns that functioned as Ryloth's city streets. Absently scratching Koro behind the ears, she panned her gaze to the storefronts, looking for one in particular and then stopping in front of it with a nod. The neon sign hanging over the doorway read: "DROID PARTS," but this was no chop shop. Besides, with her mechanophobia, she wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near real droid parts.

"This is it," she said, tapping a code into the terminal next to the entrance. The door hissed open to show a smoky black interior with a strange chemical smell spilling out. Glassy eyes of Ryll-biters glimmered in the darkened club.

"I doubt it's the kind of place that you'd normally frequent, but trust me, the drugs are worth it."

 

[Akatan Adasca]

Objective: B, Promote the Arts
Location: Machado Gallery
Allies: [member="Zola"]
Enemies: NA
5/20

Mixing business and pleasure, an odd concept. Not the sort that they taught on Arkania but then again, they weren't on Arkania. Something he reminded himself of as she reached across his pants. The sort of gesture he returned with a wily smile and a tilt of the head. How risque of her, not knowing how he would have interpreted that. Just this side of bad, he pursued an edge of cultural shock with the temptation afforded. Just had to remember, like always. Not Arkanian. But capable hands, capable other parts, seemed a shame to waste. He was frugal to the core, except when betting to prove a point.

Store fronts. How quaint. But not something he considered more entertaining than judging people and art. Unless they were going to judge people's poor fashion senses, they both seemed in a proper place for that. But when she approached, talking about this being the right place, he simply looked up at the sign about droids and scoffed. Very audibly. He made droids for medical purposes but he had no desire to socialize with the manner of chop shop he currently viewed. "Surely you're joking..." He said vehemently, looking to her with a smile of disbelief. And then the door opened and he looked in.

He'd have to admit to himself. He was curious. But curious enough to be seen in a place like this? He wasn't sure. Little marble eyes and glints staring out into the darkness, he scanned the smokey arena before turning back to Jemmila. Drugs? Had she caught on to his habit already? Incredulous, he scoffed again. "You can't possibly expect me to go in there, can you?" It wasn't as strong as a resistance as he had expected, something indicated by the lack of certainty in his own question.