The Darker-ish Crystal [TU Dominion of Christophsis]

[Laira Darkhold]

[4/20]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

DID HE JUST LICK HER?!

The thought buzzed through my mind, everything going red as the question was immediately answered. Absolute rage and digust pulsated through the Force like a beacon to any that could sense it. To those that couldn’t the sudden jump from my chair to standing, drawing swords would probably show some degree of anger.

“YOU MISUNDERSTAND YOUR PLACE WORM!” I shouted through the annunciator, lightning and fire stirring around my fingertips, eyes gone black if anyone could seem them behind the visor.

There was no rhyme, no reason anymore. Only carving me off a piece of that hutt. My abilities turned outward and a swirling darkness emanated from me, much like a storm. It could be seen, but not felt, not touched, and not injured. It was merely an illusion of nightmares I conjured up. Those that looked into the storm of nightmares saw monstrosities of unimaginable origins, flashes of their own nightmars, the things that kept them up and night. The room filled with the gibbered whispers and screams of a thousand long dead victims.

“PERHAPS I SHOULD SHOW YOU!”

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Negotiate terms of Nar Shaddaa takeover
Location: Halo Hotel Restaurant in Chaleydonia
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Akio Diachi "][member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Posts: 13/20

Tmoxin shot Xander a glare and mentally growled, I will deal with you in a minute, so excuse me while I pick up the pieces broken by your razor sharp tongue. The entire room felt extremely tense, and the Hapan executive got that familiar feeling that the situation was escalating beyond her control.

"Yes, exactly. A change of scenery. I agree," she said to the one called Vinskk, sounding in her head like the worst kind of sycophant. As Sempra chortled, she turned to him again, all smiles... until his giant, mucous-covered tongue licked her hand. She visibly swallowed down whatever contents of her stomach threatened to come up at that moment and grimaced. Tmoxin slowly pulled her hand away and patted it with a napkin.

"Dearest Sempra, you are most wise and... curious," she said, hoping that his tongue would stay firmly in place now, and that he wouldn't attempt to lick her cheek next. She cleared her throat. "I will make arrangements at once for a similar meeting on Nar Shaddaa, perhaps in the Golden Nautolan, which is an extremely profitable asset you will gain as part of this deal."

The room settled down momentarily, until all of a sudden Commander Vereen exploded out of his chair, knocking it over in the process. At his outburst, Tmoxin put her hand on her forehead and pressed the migraine away. No, no, no... not now! We were just about to conclude and now this?!?

She also jumped out of her seat, and glaring now at both Darth Vizios and Commander Vereen, she said, "Why Commander Vereen, it's so nice of you to show us this imaginative light show. While it's a little macabre, perhaps it will entertain our guests while you and me go to the ballroom, so we can let the Hutts enjoy the rest of their meal without all of this blustering.

She then passed by Xander's chair and leaned over him. The Sith Lord would need to be persuaded, she knew that from experience, but she was a little too angry for velvet gloves. "You will also join me outside for a little talk. Then we can discuss the length of this leash," she whispered into his ear.

And with that, Tmoxin left the room. Woe to that man who actually followed.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

[5/20]

Rage did not subside at Tmoxins words. If not for the fact that to get at the hutt I would have to go through her I would already be upon him. She spoke and she attempted to deter me. Deter me from my current goal. At first I rounded on her, turning my attention and anger on her. “I am Mandalorian. I ki-” but I caught myself, a rare moment of self-control.

Still seething I replied to the woman. “Perhaps you are right. This show may have been too grim. I am not sure what everyone would have seen or heard from it.” The whirling nightmares subsided and I turned to follow Tmoxin from the room, swords sheathing quietly.

She was strong in the Force. She could feel the anger and hatred bubbling within me as we walked away into the ballroom.

“I have not the patience for a lecture.” I said bluntly as we left ear shot. “You can send me a recording of whatever rant you have planned.” It was said in anger, almost spat at her through the annunciator, but I did lack the patience to be talked down to at the moment. I needed someone to vent on. Someone to break. Or something.

I am a Mandalorian. I kill where I wish. I will not be leashed by some woman.

I kept walking, moving for the door. “Aten… ready a raiding party.” I called over the comms.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: Negotiate terms of Nar Shaddaa takeover
Location: Halo Hotel Restaurant in Chaleydonia
Allies: [member="Lucien Cordel"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Sempra the Hutt"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Akio Diachi "]| [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Posts: 6/20

"As you wish," Xander said rising and following Tmoxin outside.

When he cleared the ears of the others, he felt room to speak freely. Her sudden change in tone was one which was unexpected. The Hutt had nothing to bargain with, and Xander's tongue hand not been near as sharp as what it was known to be. He was about to address it, but was interuppted by Draco's outburst. He stormed off, and Xander whistled in a way that indicated he was about to be in more trouble than he bargained for.

"Well, I had some words for you, but I think they will wait. My tongue is not what you need to be concerned with. A mad l Mandalorian though," Xander pointed at the departing warrior. "What do you want me to do. My services are always at your disposal. You know that."

Xander waited for Tmoxin's instructions. He was not about to stir the pot any further without her permission. He'd done enough to make her look like the savior of the talks. She seemingly held the power, though they both knew Xander would never be held to a leash by any woman. They were equals, and would always be.

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Objective: Negotiate terms of Nar Shaddaa takeover
Location: Halo Hotel Restaurant in Chaleydonia
Folks at the table: [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Akio Diachi "][member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Posts: 5/20

Well, that was interesting.

The Trandoshan had just began to settle down when one of the members at the table exploded in rage, creating some sort of Force projection or another and casting the entire area in an aura of fear and misery.

That was slightly rude.

The fear stopped at the urging of Tmoxin, who exited with the Mandalorian and the Sith at tow. Revamp was slightly in shock, absorbing whatever the hell just happened. What was that all about? Hutts lick others. Fairly common stuff. It was almost like a kiss on the cheek for the gastropod. Well, obviously the guy hadn't seen it like that. Damn, another notch down for the Hutts.

Snapping out of it, Revamp stood up and went next to his Hutt boss, whispering lightly into his ear.

"As much as I'd like a good fight, your Excellency, I also enjoy living. We should make amends quickly and depart. Nar Shaddaa would be a much more relaxed environment, anyways. A slightly fresh chance to begin these negotiations again, with proper instructions on what and what not to do in the presence of the Techno Union."

The Trandoshan glanced around at the other Cartel bosses for support. He hoped they recognized what was at stake here, and how even more fragile this situation had become.

 

[Akio Diachi]

Objective: Take care of Sempera
Location: the Restaurant
Post: 6/20

Akio watched [member="Draco Vereen"] raise and loose his temper. He watched puzzled while [member="Tmoxin Temi"] led him into the next room. Why was he calling his young protectorate a worm? Was he making a joke? Did he esteem @Sempera the Hutt too worthy for her to touch? It was strong enough to distract him from [member="Darth Vizios"] but only momentarily. He caught the Trandoshan's cue and bowed softly, moving down the corridor towards the Hutt's suttle. His eyes carefully scanned for explosives, loitering staff members, or anything in general that looked out of place.

He most likely wouldn't match the typical ideology of a Hutt servant, which would make his job as the forerunner so much easier. Inside he doubted that he would renew a contract as a bodyguard for the Hutts; he would contain himself to hit and combat missions, assassinations, or theft. The things he was better at. The pay had been great for this brief flick, however he doubted he would re-sign it without extra motivation. 'Protect the Hutt and his interests' indeed. I knew that was by far too ambiguous of a term to sign on to.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Objetive Get the heck out of there
Location exiting restaurant
Post 10/20

Sempra's pleased expression was indeed something that could be considered mockery to many not used to bow before the hutt throne. While he for a moment there thought that things were coming together nicely the mighty [member="Draco Vereen"] suddenly had gotten enough. Raising and unleashing his dreaded powers made Sempra first cover. Wide eyes looked around him as ghastly whispers the dark powers had awoke and accompanied with the siths own threatening roar comparing the supreme mogul with a worm.

Sempra shivered and held up his short arms in a naive defensive gesture. He slithered off his throne in what must be compared to a stumble and rose, only to hear the others voices speak. He did not take anything in of it. He was too afraid, paniced and furious at once to pay any attention to any of them.

"Oroorooo...Secure my departure now!" he bellowed to gain some attention in the midst of it all.

"We are leaving and there will be no deals made with these technocrats!" he declared with a bombastic voice, it was however trembling out of the tense and nervous position he found himself in.

On his way out he glared at [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
" Your leashes are not to be trusted, none are when it comes to the sith...." he spat as he slithered as fast as he could out form the room waving for his body guards to form a protective circle around him.
The hutt meant to depart to his ships waiting in orbit and with haste return to hutt space. Naturally the way there could hold risks, hence he bothered little with formalities from this point on and focused on getting away rather then anything else.

[member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Akio Diachi"] [member="Kaster Sane"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Dining With The TU
Objective: D - Do What Sempra Says.
Allies: TU & Co
Enemies: Enemies Of TU And Hutt Cartel.
NPC: Crew Of The Kossak Destroyer
Posts: 5/20

The sudden uproar of [member="Draco Vereen"] sent Cadan flying to his feet, his hand rushing to reach the handle of his DL-18 pistol. The pirate felt the familiar grooves of his pistol and yanked it from it's prison. But as soon as it was released the action had simmered down. People were walking out, including the crazed man.

Cadan's eyes had caught a glimpse of the nightmarish rift, before it was removed, he now looked to [member="Vinskk Revamp"], anger fueling his actions. "We can take it by force!" Cadan shouted to his slaver companion.

Now Cadan next to [member="Sempra the Hutt"], guarding him. The pirate open comms to his ship - Sempra's Damnation - "Oi! Talkor, it's your boss. Get me a shuttle down 'ere now." With out another word, Cadan began to escort Sempra out of the building.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"] @Akio Diachi [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Objective: Get Out while the Getting is Good
Location: Halo Hotel Restaurant in Chaleydonia
Folks at the table: [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Akio Diachi "][member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Posts: 6/20

Vinskk shook his head, blaster that was concealed in the folds of his tunic now out and ready, mixed feelings clouding his mind. On one hand, a fight with the Techno Union would be quite glorious, but they were more established and prepared than the Hutt Cartel, or at least that's what he thought.

The Slaver King looked at [member="Cadan Tazi"] in all his blue baldness with squinted eyes and spoke.

"Do you really think so, Tazi? I'm not fond of losing. That doesn't look well in the eyes of the Scorekeeper."

The Trandoshan then pulled a comlink out as well, hailing the Black Talon. His first mate Free-Eyes, an experienced Gran slicer, answered.

"Hey. What's going on?"

"Sempra is not pleased. Warm the Talon up. We're leaving."

He shut off the communication channel, then got into the inner circle surrounding Sempra, blaster still ready along with the bodyguards and other bosses.

If it came to it, he would fight, whether here or at the Smuggler's Moon, but he would've preferred a more peaceful option rather than an open battle with the Techno Union.

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Location: Dining With The TU
Objective: D
Allies: TU & Co
Enemies: Enemies Of TU And Hutt Cartel.
Posts: 1/20


Tiali is wearing his custom made Urban camo suit Mk-I his visor covering his face Vibroblades with citosis weave on the top side of his forearms and awrist mounted Sonic pistol on his right under forearm. The tikulini leather covering most of his body with durasteel helmet, shoulder pads and chest guard. His belt had an assortment of Grenades and a JT-12 jetpack attached to his back. to the lower parts he wore Magno-grip boots, with two LL-30 pistols either side of his thighs. Along with long cloth robes covering his armor, making him much harder to identify.


Tiali leaned against the wall calmly, until the rising commotion caused by [member="Draco Vereen"] Tiali Rushed off the wall Activating his Jetpack. The glowing embers leaped and twirled in a firery dance behind him.Making a quick jump to the side of Cadan. Tiali Grabs his two pistol's from there holster's, holding them at the ready.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Negotiate terms of Nar Shaddaa takeover
Location: Halo Hotel Restaurant in Chaleydonia
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Akio Diachi "][member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Posts: 14/20

Tmoxin’s plan to chastise Commander Vereen quickly backfired on her, but her own temper was high, and kowtowing to the fellow members of the Executive Council, no matter how sensitive or insensitive they were, was something she no longer had the patience for. Not when she was still cleaning Hutt slime off of her hand.

Furthermore, the Hapan could feel the Darkside of the Force surging up between the three of them as their anger began to overflow. Sighing, she brought her own emotions into check. Her assistant, Beulah, appeared, probably afraid to be left in the restaurant with the whole of the Hutt Cartel.

“Beulah, please go back inside and apologize on behalf of the Techno Union. I want to make sure that, even if the Hutts begin to leave, we do everything we can to salvage this negotiation.”

It was futile, she knew it. She watched Commander Vereen leave, despite the burning desire to follow after him and keep the argument going.

Turning to Darth Vizios, she said, “Thank you for sparing me your lecture. I’ve heard more words than I ever care to remember today. All I want, quite frankly is a stiff drink. Come with me.”

A long greel wood bar was stationed outside of the ballroom. Tmoxin ordered a glass of wine, and turning to see if the Sith Lord caught up, said:“What do you suggest now? Do we sit here and just allow Commander Vereen to attack the Hutt Cartel over my honor?”
Inside, Tmoxin knew it wasn’t just her honor, and that Draco and the Hutt Cartel must have had some long-standing feud to cause his outburst. She had served on the battlefield long enough to forge a friendship with the feisty warrior; there was something larger behind what just happened.

 

[Project Uriel]

Location: Still Approaching the restaurant.
Misson: Block [member="Draco Vereen"]'s approach should he come.

While [member="Tadietti Tann"]’s Noghri simply got her out of the restaurant, and woe betide anyone that underestimated her noghri commandos size as they barrelled through the front door. The rest of her entourage, six trandoshans and one rodian, moved to the rear of [member="Sempra the Hutt"], [member="Vinskk Revamp"] and [member="Cadan Tazi"], the mercs none too keen to get themselves killed they didn’t hang around but did their job all the same, agitated and looking about, they were watchful of their surroundings.

Uriel’s sensornet flashed online with new data, and her programming kicked into overdrive, making her way through to the restaurant at speed, as much as the walking metallic dreadnaught could, unfortunately one or two passersby were crushed by her approach, but balancing her heavier limbs had become less of a priority. Upon reaching the hutt party, she would just stand in the way of [member="Draco Vereen"] if he continued, making sure the hutts were not followed, a small but extremely heavy block of metal, shields and armor. There would be no expression on the drone’s face, just a half smile, blinking to the cartel as they left.

Bolter held angled down, non threatening, unless he carried on his approach after them. To get to them, first he must pass her if he was determined to do so.

Analysing Uriel Unit:
Standard issue Personnel Shield back: 100%
Standard Issue Secondary Personnel shield waist: Inactive 100%
Standard issue Armor Condition: Nominal
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 0%
Primary Systems Damage: None
Combat Capability 200% (Shield/Armor + Unit)
Weapons: Vibrosword, Bolter, SW-12 Jack Knife
Uriel 1.5a Upgrades: Heat/Night Vision, backup shield unit.

(4)​

Fin for Tadietti, back to Uriel.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: Help Tmoxin De-stress
Location: Halo Hotel Bar
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Posts: 6/20

"You know roughly what I would say anyway. It isn't like we don't have an understanding of the other."

Xander smiled as he followed Tmoxin to th bar. They both needed a stiff drink, and one which hopefully didn't turn into so many they found themselves sharing other things. As much as Xander's feelings had not changed, he respected the woman. There were not many of her gender which could claim to have that.

He sat at the bar, and left a few credits on the top. Tmoxin wasn't going to pay tonight. Rather than his usual Merlot, Xander requested a brandy. He needed something a bit more stiff than what he had been drinking these days, and a brandy seemed a good choice. If it did not do, a good whiskey or vodka would have to be next.

"He's not going to attack because of your honor, but his. If he respected your honor, he'd have listen to you when you told him to stand down rather than storm off as he did. I don't like the fact the Hutt licked you, but the ceasefire was the goal so I held it in. Funny, a Sith showing restraint."

Xander took a sip of the brandy, set it back down, then let his blue eyes rest on Tmoxin's eyes.

"He will do as he wants. You can tell him to stand down, and if he attacks then you treat him as Mythos was treated. If you actually care about the ceasefire you will have to throw him under the transport. If you don't really care, then let him do what he wants. The Galaxy could always use less slavers, and those who approve of them."

 

[Cryax Bane]

Objective: Establish a Kallisto Mine
Location: Chaleydonia
Allies: [member="Crix Meriet"]
Posts: 3/20

Crix was a sight for sore eyes. Their one-night stand was too good to not to turn into more, perhaps more nights, several days, or even maybe a week. Or two. Cryax needed Crix, and he needed him now. As the man ushered him into the administrative zone, he gently lay his hand along the small of Crix's back, fingers tracing along his spine. Then, their hands met.

"Of course you're a pleasant surprise," he said. He couldn't stop himself from smiling when he admitted the truth. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since Isis."

Cryax pulled Crix closer, craving his warmth, hands eager to explore the other man's back. "My guys know what they're doing," he shrugged. "They don't really need me to micro-manage them."

Brushing a hand along the other man's clean-shaven cheek, he slowly lay a teasing kiss on his lips, short and sweet, hopefully leaving Crix wanting more. He raised a blue-black brow.

"Now what was this about being waited on hand and foot, en'kin'at?"

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Obj: Hack
1/5

Cussing, she looked back at the code. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in, and another out. Her cybernetics were thorough, but none were really getting her past this one. Maybe she could do a bit more damage here? The orange haired slicer shook her head, rolled her shoulders and looked around. There was something big going on. The Obsidian Savant could feel it in the Force.

Did someone let [member="Draco Vereen"] off his leash? Terrible move, that one.

Still, the code was going to fight her? She could fight back. Grabbing the datapad, she ran the pattern again, breaking open the system and accessing the holographic display. Letting her fingers be guided by the Force, she ran through the hologram again, opening and making sure to lock the code into place. Opening the firewalls right up, she wasn’t as fast as say… a droid, but she could do it well enough that others would be nervous.

She was watching it and then the last electronic tumbler seemed to snap into place. Grabbing the datapad again she went and started to open up the security system, front doors, and then… well, that was an alarm.

“Time to move…”

 

[Crix Meriet]

Objective: Establish a Kallisto Mine / Distract a Chiss
Location: Chaleydonia
Allies: [member="Thais Kallisto"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
Posts: 5/20

Crix would wholeheartedly agree with Cryax first on the statement of how handsome Crix was, Crix was very handsome and impeccable in b ... in blue - the colour of course not the man. More importantly however he agreed on the need for a further rendezvous or seven. A week long trip to some Luxury resort ... for business of course. Crix had found that he longed for Cryax and Toby equally for what is life without the sweet and the sour. His back arched subtly at the shockwave that met Cryax's touch, Oh this man was quite something.

He blushed as Cryax revealed the truth of their connection. He could take sexy compliments all day long without faltering but compliment him on anything deeper and he blushed like a priest caught in a house of ill fame. He smiled, bashful and squeezed his blues hand "I'm glad you feel the same way" he smiled back, god this man.

Then he was pulled into a soothing embrace soft hands rubbing over his back, It made him feel cozy and he couldn't help but lay his head on the blue mans shoulder, much as he loved his toys and his power, inflicting pain whilst his greatest pleasure was only a touch ahead of being made a fuss of. Whilst Toby handled him completely in that regard his need for attention was unquenchable. He smiled when it was announced work was off the table, perfect.

He lifted his head as he was kissed, disappointingly just a peck ... Blue was a vil torment sometimes. Crix wasn't having that , he would have the last touch so getting onto his tip toes he kissed the tip of his Blue Boys nose, a sweet gesture straight out of a rom-com. Was Crix being so sweet today because Toby was too ill to romance all the sweetness out of him? one would never know.

"Exactly what I said Darling, We can't play with my toys here so I figured I'd shower adoration on you in another way" He smiled "If you're sure about the lack of need for work we could commender some food and wine from downstairs, borrow a shuttle and have an impromptu picnic in orbit" Crix had hoped to take Toby but the man was as stated far to ill to be dragged about and romanced. "Anything you want ..."

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

[6/20]
The poor soul that happened into the dark alley of the crystal city wasn’t expecting to be mugged that day. All he was doing was taking a second to stop and smoke a cigara before going home and yet some gangster, some thug had stopped him and pulled a knife on him.

He was scared and frightened, but he did not resist. Better to just give the man what he wanted. What he didn’t expect to happen was a Mandalorian warrior to apparate from thin air behind the thug. “That is the problem with beings like you and all of your kind. You are weak, posing as strong.” My voice low and menacing as I grabbed the thug by the collar, the black glove demanding justice and the pits of my mind screaming to torture some being, preferably a Hutt.

“You thrive on fear. Let me show you fear.” Into the depths of his mind I peered and drew up the things that made him stir from sleep, that made him sweat with fear, and made him startle at the noises of the night. From them I showed him true fear. Swirling darknesses, vast emptiness, and the whispers and screams of his victims. No one and nothing but his own thoughts. That was true fear.

I lifted him from the ground, slamming his back into the crystalline walls. His mind swam with the visions and whispers I gave him and I pressed against his will, focusing all of my anger and rage into but one, weak willed individual. As he muttered and whimpered, I turned my wrist and sprayed just a little bit of acid onto him, robbing him of sight, his appearance, and granting him only pain.

“I am done here… take me home.” I said and the wookiee that stood behind me now, nodded with a low growl, taking me by one arm and leading me off towards the spaceport.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Leaving Restaurant.
Objective: D - Do what Sempra Says.
Allies: TU & Co
Enemies: Rude members of the TU.
Posts: 5/20


He sat up moved from his chair, it happened in several movements first the arm's they rose and fell pushing off the armrests the legs followed casting him high, the slender neck turned to regard those few left in the room, the six left where but minor mechanical mannerisms, opaque clouds cast from his breathing unit and the pounding of pistons. "My lord," he addressed [member="Sempra the Hutt"], following the now leaving Cartel.

"the Technophiles, keep bad company." he drew the up the cigar pivoting it on his finger's before knuckle walking it and flicking it towards a neighbouring servant. "But we shouldn't begrudge them, the chance for 'free' planets is to great to let go. Let them stew in their own juices for awhile they'll return with a better offer and an apology."

"If it pleases you why don't we have one of our slicers fetch a profile on the aggressor, attack some of his accounts maybe even arrange an accident." he adjusted his belt and nudge his sword to the side to a more comfortable position.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Objective : Establish mineral mines and a Browncoat Arms & Industrial and Mohc Extractives center
Location: Chaleydonia

"How are things looking?" Danger would ask Alisha. Ever since the redhead came back from vacation, the Twi'lek couldn't seem to wipe that rather smug expression off her cerulean face. Maybe it was because she had managed to survive the back talk she gave Danger a month prior. What with the whole, 'forced vacation.'

"With everything, should be at full production within the month's end." Alisha told her. Danger gave a nod, but sent the woman a glower when that cheesy grin only grew wider.

"So," Alisha coyly began. " I'm willing to take thanks in the form of more money or a new condo." The woman had some nerve! A dirty look was cast over the the Rutian.

"Oh I can give you something alright." Danger shot back low, skimming over the information on her datapad.

"What?" Alisha said with a grin, "I'm just saying is it's been a long while since you had any action twist your nethers. I'd figured you'd be glad I found a way for you to get your powercore charged up right on a nightly basis." the last was said in a low, but smug hush. One that promptly had Danger tossing her stylus at the woman.

"What?! Just saying that man has come back from the dead, and even dead the man looks good enough to eat!" Danger would spin on her heel and began to ignore Alisha's following stream of friendly advise.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Negotiate terms of Nar Shaddaa takeover
Location: Halo Hotel Restaurant in Chaleydonia
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Posts: 15/20

Tmoxin chose wine as usual. She must have downed a few glasses already in the restaurant, but due to the proceedings, she didn’t feel tipsy or drunk. She had been working overtime to hide most of what came out quite easily with familiar company. That coupled with the actions of Commander Vereen, had her completely on alert.

But it was time to unwind now.

She sipped the Smuggler's Red slowly, and finally turning to Xander said, "Draco is my friend. We've served together on many campaigns. I understand his anger."

She sighed. "If I betray Commander Vereen, I might as well chain myself to Sempra's side and call it a day."

Tmoxin didn't even have to consider this a moment more. She was not the most loyal creature in the galaxy, but there were two kinds of beings to which the Dark Jedi would remain most honorable towards - the Hapan (especially females) and those who saved her life. Commander Vereen, either directly or undirectly, had protected her on numerous occasions.

She also no longer felt the need to berate the Sith Lord by her side. Even though they weren't on the battlefield, he was also trying to protect her livelihood. He professed his loyalty, but she knew Darth Vizios was an assassin. She longed for proof of his allegiance, but needed to think a little bit on what would appease her in that respect. In the meantime, she squeezed his hand and said, "Thank you for coming tonight and helping."

Tmoxin was too proud to apologize for her critical words, but he would know by the touch, that was she sorry.