The Hand Goes Clubbing (Sage Bane)

[Nyx]

When she had seen the hit on [member="Sage Bane"] on the Holonet, Nyx immediately set her Street Rats on the underworld in an effort to find out anything. Finding info on a Hand of the Dark Lord wasn't exactly a walk in the park. The Sith were tight-lipped about their leaders, and bribes hadn't gotten them very far. ​

But she had stuck with it, and now she had something. One of the orphans had approached her with an account from a Sith soldier. Apparently, there was a club in the Undercity that Bane frequented, and he had mentioned to the soldier that he would be there that night. ​

After thanking the soldier with a slit throat to silence him, Nyx was on her way to the club.​

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She stood outside the Coruscant club, watching the quality of it's patrons. Definitely Sith, and higher-ups, but no sign of her target. The merc circled the building, staking it out. A back entrance, but only opened from the inside by staff. That would have to be her back-up option.​

She returned to the front, and patiently waited in line until she was face-to-face with the bouncer.​

"Name?" He asked, boredom clear in his tone.​

Nyx knew she didn't look like a Sith, so she would have to think fast.​

"Nyx. I'm a friend of Sage Bane's." She responded, trying to sound as impatient and mean as possible.​

The bouncer looked at the datapad in his hands, searching for her name.​

"I don't see-"​

"What?!" ​

The bouncer seemed taken aback at her outburst. Nyx morphed her face into one of rage, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot.​

"Would you mind telling me why the personal friend of the Hand of the Dark Lord isn't on your list?!"​

She could see sweat dripping from the bouncer's brow as he looked from her to the datapad and back again.​

"Look, I can't let you in if your name isn't-"​

Nyx pushed her face into his.​

"I don't care about your damn list!" She screeched. "Do you want to be the one to explain to the Hand of the Dark Lord why his friend isn't here tonight?!"​

A minute later, she strode into the club, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. That had been a gamble, but it had paid off. She was at the same place as her target, and now she simply had to wait. She took up a place at a table, and ordered a drink as she waited for her target to arrive. Her only worry was if the bouncer mentioned the incident when Sage arrived, but she hoped he wasn't that good at his job.​

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[Sage Bane]

WIth his successful Csilla operation all wrapped up, and his fresh new capture safely secreted away in her cell, the youngest Hand of the Dark Lord, Sage Bane, decided it was time to indulge in one of his favorite past times, clubbing all night into the day, and probably bleeding into the next night. On his agenda, sin, sex, and copious amounts of spice. The night wouldn’t be complete if he didn’t break a heart, shag someone in a bathroom, or gobble up a new street drug that might stop his heart.

With a nod to the bouncer, who was currently menacing club-goers at the velvet rope, Sage, dressed in a dandyish suit with skintight armorweave mesh underneath, and his red blade on his belt, made his way inside the unmarked club. It looked strikingly familiar, and it dawned on the Sith Knight that this was the club where he had met Fantes, the beautiful Balosar crime lord. Oh, Fantes you poor young thing. The Balosar’s mind had been sifted through for precious information pertaining to his master, Matsu Xiangu’s bounty, and then Matsu taught Sage how to wipe the alien’s mind clean and reprogram him. Sage used the alien like a toy until he got bored with him, with wasn't long after his first night with the man. Sorry, Fantes, but look on the bright side. The garbage pit worms thoroughly enjoyed their snack.

Smiling darkly at the memory, Sage parted the sea of sweaty bodies with a subtle handwave and sauntered over to the bar, where he joined a few other Sith Lords and Ladies for drinks. Whispers around Coruscant said that Sage would soon be given the venerated title of Sith Lord. However, the paperwork was taking a bit longer than necessary for bureaucratic reasons. Contrary to what you’d expect, the Sith loved their paperwork.

Sage felt a shimmering in the Force, a sense that someone was watching him, someone with less than innocent intentions. Frankly it could be anyone. A jealous rival. An assassin. A bounty hunter. Perhaps an associate of someone he had killed. Sage kept knocking back shots with a careless grin. There were very few people who intimidated him these days. Let’s face it, if someone was stupid enough to try and ruin his night tonight, there would be hell to pay. And it would take blood.

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx bobbed her head along to the beat of the song that was playing, tapping her foot in nervous impatience. She rubbed her hand along the violet lightsaber under her coat, hoping she wouldn't have to use it, but knowing she would. She had left behind her durasteel sword in order to not attract attention, and was starting to regret that particular decision. She had almost no experience with the lightsaber, and barely managed to not cut off her own limbs; but it was the only thing that would stand up against her target. She didn't exactly have faith that her pistols would do much against a Sith Knight.​

But those thoughts left her mind as she spotted him; [member="Sage Bane"] walked into the club, dressed in a nice suit. He seemed familiar with the place, which was more than she could say. Normally, Nyx couldn't get in to places like this. The Sith parted the crowd and took up a place at the bar, where he began downing drinks with other Sith.​

Kark. Those other Sith were going to complicate this, and complications were something she couldn't afford on this job. She needed to get him away from them, to somewhere more isolated. But how?​

Oh, feth, she was going to have to seduce him, wasn't she? For a partier like Bane, that was the only thing that was going to get him away from the party out here. Once she got him somewhere alone, she could take him out.​

With that strategy in her head, Nyx took a deep breath, straightened her leather jacket, pushed her hair to cover the scars on the right side of her face, and approached Bane, a smile on her face.​

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She strode through the crowd, and slid into a position next to her target, ignoring the voices in her head screaming for her to get out while she still could. You can do this, Nyx.​

"Well, hello there." She greeted, her eyes roaming Bane. "Can I buy you a drink?"​

Hopefully this plan worked, or she was absolutely karked. ​

 

[Sage Bane]

Hello, trouble…

At the voice of a woman, Sage turned to meet the owner of it. She was tall and rail thin with shaggy black hair that fell into her eyes. She was attractive, with a strong nose and nice, high cheekbones, but a bit rougher around the edges than his usual types. Her aura smelled of fear. Of course, that wasn’t a surprise. With his position, came the power to have her executed on the spot with no repercussions. If she weren’t afraid, she’d probably be dead.

Sage could have weaved into the cracks in her mind with dark tendrils of the Force, but he didn’t, for two reasons. One, she was looking at him like a choice cut of Bantha steak, and two, a few seconds ago, he had just ingested enough spice to kill to baby Wampa. It didn’t occur to him that the woman wanted anything more than his body in her bed.

“Hello yourself,” said Sage with a wide, careless grin. “You could buy me a drink, but you’d be wasting your credits.”

He cut his eyes sideways to the bartender, a sexy green Twi’lek with a nosering, who promptly blew him a kiss.

“They know me here.”

His pupils dilated and a warmth spread through his cheeks. The spice was washing through his system like a euphoric sea of oblivion. Sage let his eyes wander down her chest, and hips, smiling with shameless appreciation.

“What are you drinking, then, pateesa?”

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx ordered a drink from the Twi'lek, not letting her attention stray from the Sith in front of her. Though she didn't have to worry that much; she was an orphan on the street, she knew someone on spice when she saw one. And [member="Sage Bane"] was on a lot of spice. That made what she was doing a bit easier, but she wasn't going to let her guard down for a moment. The last time she'd done that, she'd lost her half of her face.​

While she had her drink in hand, she turned her smirk into a predatory grin, and directed as much charm as possible at her target.​

"I can see you're a busy person, so I'm going to cut right to the chase." She took a sip of her drink for a bit of courage. "How about we go somewhere a bit more private, and get to know each other a bit better?"​

The merc needed to get him away from prying eyes, somewhere the Sith in the club wouldn't interfere if it turned violent. She always expected the worst of everything, and this wasn't an exception. Just because the Sith was on spice, didn't mean he wasn't dangerous.​

 

[Sage Bane]

By the Maker, this sweet little strumpet was really throwing herself at him. Vanity was Sage’s achilles heel, and while he was self-aware enough to know it, he simply didn’t care. Like a fat Nexu rolling around in a sunbeam after a gigantic meal, he basked in the glow of her admiration. Perhaps she was a working girl, but did it really matter at this point? She had needs, and he could satisfy them. Sage's drink was downed in two neat gulps, and a deathstick prompty replaced it.

With his glassy brown eyes trained intensely on his new plaything, the Sith Knight weighed his options as best he could in his spice-addled brain. Bane could drag her to the refresher and they could make it a quick one-time deal. Or he could take the woman somewhere else, such as a hotel room, and they could drink and drug, and make it an all night deal. He had to admit, option two was sounding the most delicious in his current state of being completely karked out of his skull.

With an arch of his brow and a wolfish grin, Sage extended his arm for her to take.

“C'mon, pateesa. Let’s go party like we’re immortal.”

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx kept the smile on her face as she studies Sage Bane's every move. She watched him think, or at least the closest thing to thinking he was capable of, and then drain his drink and light up a deathstick.​

Damn, the rumors weren't lying about him being a party animal.​

He spoke to her, and extended his arm.​

Nyx set her drink on the bar with barely any liquid missing from it, and took his arm, making sure her face looked as hungry for the Sith beside her as possible. It was a shame she had to collect that bounty. Any other day she would be doing this for pleasure, not business.​

"So, where are you going to take me?" She was really laying on the charm here, which if she was honest, was quite a bit. Flirting was something she wasn't exactly a stranger to, it was an art form she had spent years perfecting; and while she wasn't a master, she liked to think it got the job done.​

Her target seemed to like it, anyway.​

 

[Sage Bane]

His hand threaded through hers, Sage stumbled out onto the street and put two fingers in his mouth, whistling for a speeder taxi. It briefly dawned on him that he didn’t even know the woman’s name. Nor did he care to. This was a carnal arrangement, nothing more, nothing less. It wasn’t like he was lucid enough to remember it anyway. When his new plaything asked him where he was going to take her, Sage gently moved a few strands of shaggy dark hair off of her neck so that he could cover it with kisses.

“I’ll take you to places you’ve never been,” he growled lasciviously, grinning proudly, as if it were the most original line ever. Then the Hand of the Dark Lord playfully nibbled on her earlobe.

Once the taxi arrived and the driver had recorded their destination, The Cream and the Crop Casino, it soared off into the night. The lights of the Coruscant skyline glittered like a millions of celestial bodies, the city itself, its own universe. In the speeder taxi, Sage didn’t waste any time putting his hands everywhere. In his explorations, he discovered that she was packing a few weapons. Her lethal accoutrements didn’t faze him one bit. She would be disarmed by the Casino’s tight security before they even set foot in the place.

[member="Nyx"]