The Laughing Jester, Floor 1313, Coruscant [Open to All]

[Myra]

"Tyranny? That's what the sith lust for.. it's.. disgusting." And it appears to be true, Manic does indeed seem to want to bring freedom to the lower levels.. but he also wants control, respect, but not tyrannical authority "I need someone who can fight.. really fight. Not the bozos down stairs.. sure, grunts are nice.. but I need commanders, people who are strong enough to control groups of rowdy gang members to make sure they don't go pillaging and murdering left right and center if we have any conflicts with the gangs down here.. And your support, someone of your power, will give me the respect I need down here, a way of assuring my position in the underworld food chain." He begins to spin boredly again, sighing heavily as he spins.

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen leaned back a bit, the force having given its answer. For such an eccentric character, manic certainly seemed to ahve a head on his shoulders. Such only worke dto prove, that no matter how much he saw, the galaxy was still filled with surprises. "I see. I can't say that I'll be around long enough for an extended campaign. However, your proposal is interesting to say the least. And I'm certainly not opposed to being called for a bit of work on any special assignments you might need my aid for." He reached out with the force, bringing a glass and the bottle over to him and pouring out a bit of the whiskey before setting them down once more. "Perhaps this may even aid in my own purposes. 1313 is a hub for slavers and other criminals that my people would much rather see gone from this galaxy."

[member="Manic"]

 

[Myra]

"Could I perhaps call upon your people to aid us oh king?" He asks, putting on a fake accent before giggling to his own amusement before expounding "And by that I mean.. I can pay for civilian lodging and clothing, but I need skilled soldiers.. and I assume you have men at your disposal? I of course do not wish for you to force them to, but if your people are as egalitarian as you say, I believe at least a dozen will volunteer." He then stops spinning by slamming his cane into the carpeted ground and stares at him.. creepily quiet, because he means this, most of his plans revolve around soldiers and he can supply them, this was a serious matter..

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

"That could be arranged. And if my guard were to find out I was even coming to this level at all, I'm sure they'd already be on the first shuttle out." His lifted the glass and pressed it to his lips before sipping at the burning liquid. Instantly, his coat fluttered up, revealing the ebony furred tail that was now waving behind him. Given the nature of our recent history, there might even be a few zorren people who know the secrets of Coruscant's darkest corners. Setting the glass down, he returned his gaze to Manic, searching his eyes and well noting the new nature of the man. "Coruscant is a seat of power in the galaxy. To keep it safe, dare I say I would send an army of unseen shadows to protect it."

[member="Manic"]

 

[Myra]

"Then our place on the food chain is assured.. the top." He grins, pulling out a clean glass from under the desk and filling it with Whiskey, downing it before cringing, his face screwing up "Forgot.. I despise Whiskey.." He then chuckles at his own stupidity, then going to begin spinning again, only spinning once or twice and then faces the wall, his scribbling "I trust your soldier's will understand that while they're here they'll be under my control? Of course you can over-ride my orders due to your position in their ranks.. but I can't just call them soldiers.. I'll found a gang and they'll join in.. something iconic.. like.. 'The Jesters'" He laughs at the name, and continues laughing as he turns to him, before taking a few quick breaths to calm down "We'll have to do a few unsavory things.. but innocents will always be spared.. I assure you."

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen chuckled at Manic's face as he tried the drink. "I'll behappy to take it off your hands." As Manic mentioned the need for control over the soldiers, Vulpesen gave a small nod. "My men know the boundaries they shall not cross and I trust them to report to me should any orders be far too extreme." He took another sip. "That being said, you'll find them quite adaptable and willing to do what it takes. As for your gang, I'm sure followers of Varos would be happy to help. They live for tricks and shadows." Vulpesen's grin grew a bit lopsided. "You should hear some of the legends. I'm sure you would get a kick out of the fox's tricks and pranks."

[member="Manic"]

 

[Myra]

"You'll have to tell me more about him sometime.." He comments boredly.. not particularly interested and trying his hardest not to seem rude. "But please.. do tell me more about your world.. What's it like?" He gives a broad toothy smile.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen grinned at the boredom and sudden change in attitude. Leaning back, he swirled his glass and started. "Don't attempt to lie, friend. I was raised by a merchant and trained in the force. That being said, Veradune is a a fairly large planet with several regions. I myself live within the great forest. We believe that being one with nature is good for society, thus many of our greatest cities are built into the land itself, rather than over it, even if the very trees will attempt to kill you. Our people are fiece and adhere to a warrior culture, though different fromt he mandalorians in that we fight to protect rather than to conquer. Every peice of jewelry is made to be a weapon, and every meal in town isn't complete without someone breaking into a fight. Our lives are shaped by the code, and we are proud of our history, even our recent past which has left the Zorren people few in number." He took a long sip of his drink then continued with one more statement. "As for Varos, he is part of the Zorrens' tribunal of gods. The lord of shadows and tricks. With him my people serve Wulren, the wolf of warriors and honour, and the Rerreno, the coyote of diplomats and the arts."

[member="Manic"]

 

[Myra]

He listens.. although not with 100% interest, and when he's finished talking he spins once and then faces him, grinning "Your people have a strange obsession with dogs.. could it have to do the the tail you have back there?"

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

"Our old legends say we rose frm hounds to be the guard dogs of the galaxy. Its a purpose we are proud to honor. As for my tail, its something of a mark for those with a pure bloodline." he leaned back, taking in the rest of his glass. "What about you? Whats your story?" The glass clicked backa gaisnt the table as Vulpesen observed the man befor ehim, his eyes giving off a steady light.

[member="Manic"]

 

[Myra]

"Oh, you know, nothing special, just your average ex-mandalorian, who's run into too many sith to count, all who colored on his mind like toddlers with pens.. nothing special." He says casually as he pulls up a bottle of some hard to distinguish liquid and pours himself a glass.

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Lord Mettallum]

Lord Mettallum entered The Laughing Jester
As he opened the door many patrons stopped and stared at him
Lord Mettallum gave them a quick glace and the patrons quickly turned around
Lord Mettallum walked over to the bartender
Each step he walked made a little vibration
Once he got to the bartender he said
"I Lord Mettallum wish to get one jug of high quality oil, Organic"
The bartender gulped and said
"Sir this is a bar not a gas station"
As soon as the bartender finished speaking Lord Mettallum grabbed him by the collar
His eyes turned pinkish red as he focused on the bartender
"I Lord Mettallum am sure you can get your boss or who ever buys the shipments to check if they have a shipment of high quality oil and it better not be the stuff you use to oil up mass produced droids"

 

[Myra]

Manic's guards seeing the huge hunk of metal come in and start threatening people, quickly knock on the door to his office, and Manic does not look happy when he heads over and opens the door, listening to what the guard has to say

"Excuse me.. I have.. a problem to deal with.." Manic says, glancing back at [member="Vulpesen"] before heading down to the droid

"Now.. what might be the problem here?" He asks, the two guards from the stairs and the one who reported the situation standing behind him, hand's on their blaster's under their coats.

[member="Lord Mettallum"]

 

[Vulpesen]

"For a man who lives for excitement, you certainly have a way of dimming your own tale." Still he didn't press further for Manic to elaborate. He'd seen enough pain to know its scars. His ear flciked to the door, its sensitivity picking up the gist of the problem. "Oh this'll be interesting." He rose up and headed to the door to follow Manic, his tail flicking at the prospect of a bit of fun.

[member="Manic"]
[member="Lord Mettallum"]

 

[Lord Mettallum]

Lord Mettallum noticed that the bartender was going for his blaster pistol
Lord Mettallum slammed the bar tender on the bench
While Lord Mettallum would normally an organic like the bar tender he realised that he really over reacted and caused a huge scene
[member="Vulpesen"]
[member="Manic"]

 

[Myra]

Manic just watches in quiet amusement as his men pull out weapons and aim them at the droid, but don't fire.

"Can I help you oh metallic one?" He asks, glancing down at the bar-tender who is unconscious on the floor, then back up at the droid.

[member="Vulpesen"]

[member="Lord Mettallum"]

 

[Lord Mettallum]

Lord Mettallum turned his head to look at the manicand his guards
Lord Mettallum's left arm went up with its palm facing the guards
Using the magnets on his left had Lord Mettallum pulled the blasters out of the guards hands
Lord Mettallum's eyes changed to a deeper red as he focused on the [member="Manic"]
"I Lord Mettallum assume you own this place going by how the guards listen to you. May I Lord Mettallum ask why you do not sell high quality oil"

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen simply rose a brow at the display and leaned agaisnt the bar. Calling upon the force, he floated over a decanter of whiskey which he poured into a glass. Once he had paid for the dirnk, he turned back towards the droid. "Because this is a bar, not a car shop. If you want oil, you should probably go to a plae thats not full of Organics." He brought the glass to his lips and took a long sip, however, after the first taste, his face scrunched up a bit, prompting him to once more per behind the bar, searching for a much needed addition to his beverage. "Though, Ice is another matter completely."

[member="Lord Mettallum"]
[member="Manic"]

 

[Myra]

Manic just watches all of this in amusement, and as Vulpesen says exactly what he was going to say, he remains silent, just crossing his arms and smiling at the droid.

[member="Lord Mettallum"]

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Lord Mettallum"], [member="Manic"], [member="Vulpesen"],


Little did Vulpesen and a man that looked like someone pretending to be a clown pretending to be an actually capable criminal, the character's portrayal in Suicide Squad was pretty bad, know, Mettallum was not outside of allies of his own in the shady part of Coruscant, the infamous Floor 1313. In one of the corners of establishment sat a figure covered in a long tattered overcoat and a wide brim hat casting shadow over its face wrapped in dirty bandages like the rest of its body. A pair of dark goggles concealed the spots where eyes would be, from the looks of the being it was either another strange alien or some sort of diseased being, like a leper.

The being tilted its head away from a glass of hyper-whiskey that sat on the table in front of it, looking at the scene unfolding by the bar, its arm moving to its side slightly where one of the two heavy magnetic revolvers he bought along with him was holstered, hidden underneath the coat he wrapped himself in, loaded with neuranium pellets, projectile strong enough to pierce clean through even Beskar and Phrik armor. HK often came down to the Coruscant's seedy underbelly in search of a fight, or lead towards another grand adventure such as searching for hidden artifacts or rescuing someone, besides the Galactic Alliance who currently held dominion over the planet would pay a handsome bounty for any criminal groups the droid could oust in the process and bring before them.

So there he was, watching the situation unfold, just seeing for now what would happen next.