The Coronation

[Vinskk Revamp]

On Trandosha...

Vinskk was standing in a rather dark room, pacing back and forth in the small holding area. His crimson cape fluttered back and forth over his cream white tunic and flowing red silk pants as the lizard walked back and forth, slightly anxious. Was he actually nervous?

The towering Trandoshan clicked lowly to himself. He wasn't nervous. It just wasn't in his personality to be nervous. But there was a certain feeling in his gut, weighing down his stomach. What was it? Pride? Guilt? Happiness? Or solemn sadness? He didn't know, nor did he want to find out. No, it was better to stay focused on the task at hand. Baby steps.

First, the coronation.

Vinskk faced the twin doors in front of him and took in a deep breath, tasting the humidity of the air of his home planet. How long was it since he had been here, since he had signed up with the Hutts? Too long. He had missed the atmosphere, missed his people, and missed his culture. Times had changed too, for the better. The damn Wookiees that had declawed his planet were no more. It was time for the Trandoshan to rise again, to take their rightful place in the galaxy as the slavers and soldiers that the Scorekeeper not only desired, but demanded. It was time for Trandosha to rise up from the shackles of pacifism and become the great planet she used to be yet again. It was time for the Hutts to truly get a taste of Trandosha's power as she devoted her all to them.

It was time.

Almost as if on cue, two royal guards opened the twin door in front of him, bathing the small holding room in brilliant light. Vinskk squinted a little bit and looked passed the light.

It was a procession, alright.

The throne room was packed, hundreds upon hundreds of Trandoshan nobles and chieftains from across the globe gathered to view the coronation all gathered in the large hall. Members of the Hutt Cartel were present as well, from associates to contractors to bosses. Finally, even the crew of the Black Talon was present, the rowdy slavers being shushed by Free-Eyes and Darkgear. At that moment, all eyes, lizard or otherwise, turned to Revamp.

It was time.

Walking slowly upon the massive pelt rug that ran from the doors to the throne itself, Vinskk was saluted as he passed by the Trandoshan brothers, each slamming a closed fist onto their chests. Two guardsmen followed him from behind, ensuring that no one would harm the soon to be king.

It was time.

The large Trandoshan reached the throne's stairs. Slowly going up the cold, white marble, Vinskk looked up to see the giant Hutt before him. Sempra himself. He had asked the Supreme Mogul himself to speak a few kind words beforehand and then crown him, making it clear who the force backing the new monarchy would be. Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Revamp kneeled before Sempra, who held a jewel encrusted crown fit for the Trandoshan king. The Hutt was sitting in front of the throne itself, blocking it from access until the coronation, another subtle show of the true powerhouse of Trandosha.

Vinskk remained kneeling, awaiting the Hutt's words and crowning, pride swelling in his heart, for he had seen his mother and father assembled at the very foot of the throne, both nearly in tears from joy.

He would make them proud.


[member="Bsssk"] [member="Urrossk"] [member="Doska"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Kaster Sane"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Nyx"] [member="Xander Black"] @Lysle of the Hylean Way [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Vinskk Revamp"] | [member="Nierce"] | [member="Sempra the Hutt"] |

Alicia Drey was stood in the corner, where the other band of associates that made up the Hutt Cartel stood. She wore a dress for the occasion, but felt that it had been a bad decision, considering the crowd. Regardless of the fact that she was stood in the corner of the galaxies strongest and most powerful criminal connection in history, she couldn't help but feel intimidated by the Trandoshans. Probably because of the eyes.

The day before she had left to join Sempra the Hutt, Alicia had left a holo recording to one Nierce Subban. She had met the leader of the Resistance- a band of rebels, seeking to undo the injustices provided by the likes of the One Sith- on Commenor only a few days ago. Vinskk Revamp's coronation had provided a rare opportunity, that she planned to take.

She wasn't sure of Nierce would turn up. If not, then there was other matters to attend too. Such as congratulation Vinskk on his coronation and making herself a known entity in the cartel. There were friends to be made.

The message:

//To The Leader.

I have intentionally left your name out of this message, in case of interception. After you have read this message, delete it. I will be on Trandosha within the next day, attending the coronation of Vinskk Revamp. Several members of the Hutt Cartel will be present, and as I understand it, so will several chieftains representing each Trandoshan clan.

When you are planet side, we will talk.

From You Know Who.//

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

TRANDOSHA​

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFOo86PDDuE[/media]​

The atmosphere was filled with yearning, aggression and pride mixed with primitive regalia. The people of Trandosha longed for their old religion, the faith in the score keeper and the eternal hunt. The hall was filled with them all. Here and there mixed with nobility from other worlds, and naturally the more sly associates from the hutt cartel.

Sempra had wished for this to happen. to have a loyal and effective ally like [member="Vinskk Revamp"] to want to reach for the unlimited power of Trandosha, it all fitted well in with the hutts plans to dominate this part of the galaxy. Sometimes he dared dream even larger and saw all the galaxy bow down to the might hutts once and for all. they had accomplished much so far, but now things were getting more complicated. They needed to cement their present positions and not lash out without proper calculations and mapping of the situation. But now was the time to focus on the present and this particular member of the hutt cartel had worked hard to come this far. they both knew the background on trandoshas fall from Republic control, yet it was not something to be ashamed of, they had succeeded and that was all that mattered.
This, was just their next step in securing the world to the trandoshans and their love for the hunt, something that served the cartel more then it ever had the republic.

As the soon to be crowned Trandoshan approached the stairs leading to the throne Sempra motioned with his hands - a sign to all present that it was time to show their allegiance.

the cheer raised and bellowed across the throne room as hundreds of trandoshans fell in chanting [member="Vinskk Revamp"] s name. Sempra raised the crown as the future king knelt before him.
Still with the crown held up high, Sempra prepared his speech.

It was time.

 

[Kaster Sane]

There he stood..He hated these kind of functions, Normally only attending such things only when. He had a target or a deal of some kind to make. But none the less....There he stood.. Decked out in his modified Beskar'gam, Twin DL44 blasters on his hips and his old Blaster carbine strapped loosely to his back. Honestly it was about time Trandosha was back in the hands of the Trandoshans, About time indeed.

His attentions finally pulled to the towering Trandoshan as he made his way to where Sempra stood, Crown in hand waiting for the new king to approach. The Hutts and Trandoshans were an odd bunch to him, He knew know one better to run a planet like trandosha other than one of its own...But only the Hutts would place a Slave Master in charge.....He liked running with the Hutts

 

[Galatea Raste]

"Priority 1 transmission incoming."

Priority 1. That was a class of transmission reserved only for someone of high import. It was also the most heavily encrypted of all transmissions that they could have received. She knew who it was from before it was even displayed for her. Boss was doing a good job of skimming through all of the transmissions that were pinging off of their vessel. Most were harmless. Very few actually pertained to their actual mission. The ones that did were moved on accordingly, which left her in waiting, as she preferred it.

"Boss, signal the captain to make for Trandosha."

"Yes, ma'am."

The Gank was menacing by most standards, but Nierce actually found him rather pleasant. He was a trained killer, to be sure, but he was more gifted with computer systems than he'd ever been at killing, and he was an extremely proficient killer. Needless to say, she'd thought about getting an implant for communication with him in silence, but she found it wasn't needed, as it was easy enough for her to convey her thoughts to her friend.

The Prometheus Latch wasn't a stealth ship in the formal sense of the word, but it was crafty. A modified corvette of Echani design, it possessed a hidden electronic warfare suite which Nierce and Boss inhabited in silence most of the time. Often the crew had no idea they were there. The only other person privy to that knowledge was the Captain. The ship lanced through hyperspace as Nierce prepared to set foot on a world she hadn't yet visited. When they exited hyperspace, they made for the planet and landed.

"Boss, send a simple response with the word here back to the original sender of the message. I am certain that her people will be able to find me."

"Done. Do you want me to come with you?"

She thought about it and then shook her head.

"Not this time. But be on alert. I'll let you know if I need you, but I don't think I will."

"Understood."

She left the suite after making sure the exterior of it was clear, and then left the ship, making her way along to nowhere in particular. She would wait to be found.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Sempra the Hutt"] | [member="Vinskk Revamp"] | [member="Nierce"] | [member="Kaster Sane"] |

Rendezvousing with Nierce Subban's ship, a man clad in grey armor approached. It was not the first time that Nierce had encountered the Sun Guard's that were associated with Alicia Drey. They were easily distinguishable from the golden colors of those that hailed from Thyrsus.

Intercepting Nierce before she left the hangar bay, the Sun Guard said. "Lady Drey welcomes you to Trandosha and has another message for you to take."

"We will be watching your activities and monitoring your vessel."

Handing Nierce a satchel, the Sun Guard left the hangar bay. Inside was an invitation to the coronation on behalf of the Hutt Cartel, alongside a note. It read:

//To Nierce,

Hello again. If you are reading this, then you made it to Trandosha. Well done.

I have procured you an invitation to a coronation of a slaver by the name of Vinskk Revamp. Sempra the Hutt and his associates have maneuvered Vinskk into power over Trandosha, which has become a client state of the Hutt Cartel.

Use this as an opportunity to make some friends for the Resistance.

When you have finished reading this, please destroy the note. Paper trails are bad.

From You Know Who.//

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Craven caverns, round and saucer like the eye's rolled and shuddered under the animated room, semi-translucent underneath the fluorescent light. Open and sharp the rise and fall of the flat footed Goliath took him next to close to the steps of the throne, there the pointed digits unwound the heavy oily metallic smell present in the cracks and crevices of the cyborg. He bowed as [member="Vinskk Revamp"], past to ascend the throne.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"], [member="Sempra the Hutt"], [member="Kaster Sane"], [member="Nierce"], [member="Alicia Drey"].​

 

[Galatea Raste]

Before she could even make it out of the hangar, one of Alicia's guards came to meet her. He, of course, instructed her that her ship was being watched and gave her a message from the woman that was her pseudo employer. Not really her employer so much as a business acquaintance, but they were working together. She supposed that was something. Though the constant watching of her ship was a bit droll as it were. Not that she minded. They wouldn't find anything.

After reading the message, her lekku twitched a few times in thought before she started walking off. A coronation event was an interesting thing. Here she was thinking that work was coming to her, and in reality she was being summoned to mingle with one of the diseases that she intended to destroy. Might as well do some work herself.

She made her way to the coronation ceremony just in time to see a hutt standing over the trando she assumed was Vinskk. With her invitation, she'd been able to gain entry despite the fact that nobody really seemed to know, exactly, who she was. She liked that mystery surrounding her. It would make it easier for her to mingle, but also keep people from guessing who she really was and what she was there for. Even these scum wouldn't assume someone working against them would have the gall to show up here.

Nierce had more stones than most men did.

She stood off to the side, lightly perusing the crowd while mostly keeping her eyes on the ceremony that was about to take place. Alicia was there somewhere, it was just a matter of where exactly. Not that she was going to seek the woman out, of course. Best not to let people know they knew each other.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Kaster Sane"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

The crowds constant murmur, mixed with hissing trandoshan sounds, were ushered by a horn.

Sempra held the crown high above [member="Vinskk Revamp"] s head and looked up over the assembled.

"With the passing of time mighty Trandosha has fallen victim to those who once were your slaves! For decades your proud world has been forced to its knees, forced to hide away your right as children of the score keeper. Forced to be scattered through the galaxy without a home to call yours!" Sempras voice bellowed over the hall in the capital of Trandosha.

"But mark my words! No more! Now the time of Trandosha has come anew! Through the hero of your people, and his courageous fight to restore the ancient traditions of Trandosha!"

"Behold as your new King takes on the mantle of ruliership! Behold as your new ruler takes on the mantle to protect Trandosha from all that seeks to destroy your way of living!"

and with those words, Sempra slowly lowered the crown until it finally reached the head of [member="Vinskk Revamp"].

The deed was done.

Sempra backed off from the throne, glancing over the assembled and placing himself slightly beside it, giving the scene to the new King of Trandosha.

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Kaster Sane"] @Nierce @Flannigan Mcnash

 

[Bsssk]

Towering above most people, on his homeland he was tall at 6ft 10 but not the largest one here. Bsssk was a people person, the more he met the more he got to shoot, so that all worked out well, but he was also deeply religious and fond of ceremonies. Kitted out in standard issue durasteel battle armor, it had a greenish yellow tint to it, labelled by something called FFE. It sported a full helmet and visor, arrayed with various grenades in a bandolier, he had a standard issue SW-12 Jacknife on both hips, a vonginator 500 over one shoulder and a CB-1 Icebraker carried in both hands, what looked like an echani energy shield was on his right thigh and a further energy shield was fitted to the center of his back.

Yes, this was a walking tank, in fact he was stood in front of an actual tank, something else Fire for Effect had sent to represent them in the showing, a small collection of their purchasable equipment, and a small show of force, Bsssk had his usual dozen or so minions floating about the sides of the ceremony equally well armed. Everything they’d sent was gleaming, a ceremonial version of the real thing, the small tank literally shone as bright as any uniform.

Pulling off his helmet, Bsssk knew the ceremony well, one of the largest warriors here, he was going to make a show of it because ceremony was deeply important to him. He walked through the crowds, a head above most, putting his helmet under his arm, and spoke to the new king a short distance away. “Scorekeeper grant you victory our King.” Bsssk’s gruff voice stated, simple but meaningful, intended to get the crowds going. Pointed stares given to those who were by their nature natural predators around them. One or two might pick a fight with Bsssk later for being the first to speak to the new king, Bsssk was actually hoping for it, that was the Trandoshan nature and how they proved themselves, a bold move like this and he might even be asked to fight later for the new king’s amusement to celebrate.

Pulling his imposing form away, he took a few paces to the King's side and stood ready, posturing yes and a gesture that he'd be there to guard the king.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"] | [member="Sempra the Hutt"]​

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Vinskk felt the crown being placed on his head as Sempra uttered his true words. When the metal touched his scaly head ane the Hutt moved aside, the Trandoshan rose and faced the crowd, raising his arms in a sign of triumph to the procession. They roared in approval, all the Trandoshans clicking and hissing while banging on their armor.

With these subjects, Revamp would make Trandosha powerful again.

"Scorekeeper grant you victory, our King."

This came from a tall Trandoshan in green armor next to the throne, offering up his service to the King. Vinskk acknowledged him with a nod and spoke up then, silencing the roaring crowd.

"The Scorekeeper shall be good to us yet again, my brothers. And in return for their generosity, we shall be good to the Hutts, who have provided much of what we used to secure our planet and have been good to myself and to our people."

Nods and mutters of approval went off throughout the throne hall, with each Trandoshan recognizing the importance of what he said. Revamp continued, speaking with power and confidence, despite not knowing if what he was about to say would be received well.

"We shall unite, our planet. We shall become one force, one people, and we shall please the Scorekeeper once again. No longer shall we be shackled underneath the oppressive rule of those who seek to strip us of our religion. Instead, we shall become favored in the Scorekeeper's eyes yet again. We shall become a force the galaxy fears yet again. Tonight, I am commissioning the creation of several outfits that will not only bring glory to our people and our goddess yet again, but will also give us the opportunity to serve the Hutts, who have been so generous with us. I am bringing back the soldiers and the slavers, once illegal under Wookiee rule, but no longer! You shall work to shed blood yet again!"

The scaly members of the crowd nearly fainted in approval.

Vinskk looked to the side of him, where Sempra was, and gave him a wink. In one short speech, he had given the Hutt Cartel a willing and competent workforce while restoring Trandosha to what she had been before: a hub of slavery and mercenaries.

Revamp turned back around and raised his arms in victory yet again to the sound of enormous approval.

This was only the start.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Kaster Sane"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Nierce"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Nierce"] |

Alicia joined the applause of Vinskk's ascension to the King of Trandosha. She had listened intently to his speech, commemorating the coronation itself and praising the Hutt Cartel for their assistance in the liberation of the Trandoshans. She suspected that this was just the beginning stages of Sempra the Hutt's rise. Quietly, she was impressed by his machinations.

It would be suspicious, if Alicia did not go to greet Nierce. After all, it was her name on the invitation that had got Nierce into the coronation in the first place; and there were things to discuss, following their encounter on Commenor. Unlike the Snoopdueling event, here at the Cartel's event, they were free to discuss the type of nefarious things that would have got them on the radar of the Galactic Republic.

Making her way towards Nierce, Alicia greeted her with a smile and said: "Welcome. I'm glad you came."

"Did you destroy my messages?"

 

[Galatea Raste]

Curiously enough it was Alicia that came to find her. She suspected that at some point they would bump into one another, but she had thought to mingle for a bit once the coronation was over before finding the other woman and getting down to the nitty gritty of business. Still, who was she to argue with the woman that was going to be supplying the things that her people needed to take down the Sith and those like them?

"Of course."

Boss followed strict protocols when it came to messages of such a sensitive nature. He would have already wiped them repeatedly, after scrubbing them through a filter that would make them entirely unreadable unless you had his filter algorithm. That way if they were somehow found in the network of computers, as there was almost always a record of everything, nobody would be able to figure out what the message had been in the first place. As for the message delivered by hand, she was careful to deal with that herself.

"Why wouldn't I come to such an illustrious event when my presence was all but required."

Oh, she'd read between the lines. Alicia had wanted her there. Not showing wouldn't have been good.

"What can you tell me about him?" She was looking at the new 'King.'

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Nierce"] |

"I don't know much, if I am honest. We haven't spoken. My contact with the Hutts has only been with Sempra and a cyborg by the name of Flannigan Mcnash, who is in charge of the Cartel's navy, if I understood them correctly."

"He appears to be loyal to Sempra and because of that loyalty, Sempra has maneuvered him into becoming the King of Trandosha. I suspect it was a ploy to maintain Vinskk's loyalty, ensuring that Trandosha remained a client state of the Hutts and to put in place a Trandoshan as the face of the Cartel, to begin recruiting new mercenaries or slaves from the populace."

Alicia asked softly. "How did your meeting go with the Senator?"

 

[Galatea Raste]

"Probably so. The Cartel will want prominent members in control of the various worlds in their space otherwise they won't be able to maintain control. It's both a maneuver of loyalty and a maneuver of strategy."

The news that the Cartel had a navy was striking to her. She'd expected a band of mercenaries, smugglers, pirates and the like, but not an actual navy. They might have called themselves a flotilla or something of that nature, but if they were a navy that meant they had structure. Where there was structure there was solidity, and it made the Cartel more of a threat than she'd given them credit for. She'd have to ask Boss to do some more digging for her.

"Well. She's in my fold now. It wasn't hard, all things considered. She was already sympathetic to the mission."

The mission that Nierce spoke of, not her own.

"What about yourself? Your dealings going well here?"

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

"Now, my people, it is time to celebrate!"

The new King clapped his scaly hands together. A group of armored Trandoshans, carrying spears and swords, came from behind the throne, accompanied by female dancers of all species and a band that incorporated traditional Trandoshan instruments. While the women got to work dancing, the warriors formed a circle. The biggest lizard in the group spoke out, voice heard even over the music.

"Who wantssss to fight for the King'ssssss honor?"

The jousting circle was open, ready for any combatant to join.
(I'm looking at you, [member="Kaster Sane"] and [member="Bsssk"] )

Food was being served now, consisting of grubs for the Trandoshans and other foods for the other guests. Meanwhile, Vinskk turned to Sempra and whispered quiety into his ear, in order to not be overheard.

"You should expect a massive bolster in slaving and mercenary revenue by the end of the month. Did I do well, Supreme Mogul?"

The Trandoshan King looked knowingly into the Hutt's eyes while the festivities went on around them. He particularly didn't care for all this flashiness. It was a prideful event, but Vinskk would've rather just have been crowned and gotten back to work. These games were just for the public eye, not for his own personal enjoyment.

He'd rather have been killing something or another.

The Slave Master waved away a servant boy who had just arrived with a chalice of wine, all while looking at his boss. His response was important to him.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Nierce"] [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Bsssk]

This was Trandosha, usually everyone wanted to fight to show their worth. Among the interested calls, a low rolling hiss was given to a smaller Trando who was about to step forward, Bsssk did instead, anywhere else he’d have just shoved the body out of the way, but here there was that respect for the ceremony naturally in him, so he stared him down instead till the other caved and grudgingly withdrew.

“Is’sss the honor for their death, or do you wis’sss’h their body on the ground, sss’saved for another day?” The hulking Trando said in challenge to all, as was the trandoshan way, showing a very long sharp set of teeth and a rolling tongue in a predatory hiss, his thick jaw settled into a satisfied grin. Take a scalp and enjoy the ceremony, a good day just got better.

Through his armor, his back muscles audibly cracked into place as he extended out his claws, the fingers clenching into fists to show his full girth, his eyes looked around for the room for who he’d be putting into the dirt today, their natural yellow iris looking to devour whoever dared walk toward him, all posturing, all for effect. "Will the ritual be with your weapons'sss or ours?"

Spoiler

To the death or not? Bsssk is ruthless so he will do exactly as you state. Also do you want them to take a spear/sword, or use their own equipment?

[member="Vinskk Revamp"] | [member="Sempra the Hutt"] | [member="Kaster Sane"]​

 

[Alicia Drey]

[member="Nierce"]

"I recently attended a part on Sriluur, at the White Palace. It's where Sempra lives, along with his exotic slaves, servants and so forth. A lot of drugs, prostitution and fighting. The Cartel can be really gritty, I noticed."

"Fortunately, Sempra allowed me to enter his VIP booth, after accepting me as one of his associates. I'm no where near as close as the new King is, though I suspect that will be changed in time."

"I am now shipping foodstuffs to the cartel, from my farms on Chandrila. Look, some of my stock is being served for the guests."

Alicia waved Nierce to accompany her to a nearby table. Lowering herself into the seat, she selected a flask of Gizer ale. After drinking the light blue contents, she lowered the glass to watch the dancing. She found herself slightly aroused by the dancers, such was her orientation and desire. But she decided to push them out of her mind and concentrate on the Twi'lek instead.

"Have you decided what the future of the senator will be, Nierce?"

 

[Kaster Sane]

[member="Vinskk Revamp"][member="Bsssk"]

He was no trandoshan but a fight was at hand, And Kas never turned down a good fight. A smirk crossed over his lips still hidden by the helmet of his Beskar'gam as he pushed himself away from the wall and made his way through the crowd. He reached the edge of the small arena where the massive Trandoshan stood waiting and without a second thought he stepped over the small barrier and into the ring with his opponent. No fear would be seen in him today, And no mercy would be shown to his opponent either. Without waiting for the allowed weapons to be listed Sane removed his gunbelt and the beskad from his back and tossed them both to a young Trandoshan standing outside the ring with a nod before turning back to his Trandoshan opponent and slowly closing his hands into tight Beskar wrapped fists

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

The large Trandoshan in the circle clicked in excitement at the sight of the two competitors.

"The fight sssshall be to firsssst blood. No one sssshall die in the court today."

He nodded his head. Two lesser warriors went up to the two volunteers wanting to fight holding a sword and a spear each. It was up to the men to decide which weapon they wanted to use. Once they had chosen the weapon, the Ringmaster would start the fight after stating the rules.

[member="Kaster Sane"] [member="Bsssk"]

Meanwhile, at the celebration...

The party was really starting to get good. The band was superb, the dancers were sexy, and the food was delicious. Some spice was even circulating, courtesy of [member="Cadan Tazi"] . The Trandoshans were celebrating the only way they knew how without killing each other: turning everything into competitions. Alas, everything, from drinking, to eating, to the amount of spice one could consume, everything was turned into a race or a sport. Many a brawl happened, which was only customary in the Trandoshan community. Many an individual had slipped into unconsciousness or another state under a table or chair.

The party was getting good.

Liam Darkgear, one of Revamp's most trusted men, was staring at the dancers like he was starving and they were a chocolate bar. However, as much as he wanted to, he couldn't just go in there and hit on them. They were performing. The seasoned slaver soldier looked around instead, storm grey eyes popping out from the collage of assorted scars on his otherwise handsome face. He saw a Human and a Twi'lek talking. Perfect.

With practiced confidence, Liam went up to the two ladies, pushing through the mostly scaly crowd, and introduced himself over the music and various noises in the throne hall.

"'Ello, ladies. I couldn't help but notice you two from where I was at. Name's Darkgear, by the way, but you two can call me Liam."

He winked at his last sentence before extending a metal arm and hand, waiting for a delicate hand to be placed there so he could bring it up to his face and kiss it.

My, my, who knew slavers could be so charming?

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Nierce"]