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[Xrabel Vaasketh]

|| THE METROPOLE, MON GAZZA ||
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Located in the center of Nova Kor Vella, Mon Gazza, The Metropole is a bar and nightclub owned by entrepreneur and guns-for-hire Xrabel Vaasketh. A haven for fixers, independent contractors, and infochants, The Metropole is a suitable place for ambitious professionals looking to broaden their network and build their reputation, or just to unwind between missions or your regular 9-to-5. The safety and security of The Metropole is guaranteed by Halcyon Aegis PMC.

Here are the sections of The Metropole where you can spend your time in.
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BAR & LONGUE

The Metropole offers galactic-wide range of drinks and comfortable longue to widen your network. There is a mission board which is filled with contracts posted by The Metropole’s semi-permanent tenants and partners. Enjoy the music from afar and find whatever you need here.​

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DJ, DANCE FLOOR & TABLES

The Metropole features galactic-renowned DJ every Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday. Book a table, drink, meet new faces, write memories, and forget your worldly problems just for one night.​

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PRIVATE ROOM

Take your backdoor dealings to one of our sound-proof private rooms. The Metropole offers anywhere from cozy two-person rooms to 18 person longues. Major and minor factions, and individuals are allowed to rent a private room on a semi-permanent basis, which can be renewed annually (contact management for more details).

Welcome to The Metropole and please enjoy your stay.​

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[Xrabel Vaasketh]

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Dust in the Wind - Chapter 1

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THE METROPOLE, MON GAZZA

It's an especially busy night in The Metropole. Much has happened in the galaxy in the past few months; multi-front, galactic war between various factions, the dissolution of the Rimward Trade League and the rise of multiple successor states, the Hapan Crisis. So many things happen in a short amount of time, but the credits must keep flowing. Amongst the system that has flourished through the crisis is Mon Gazza, where one Xrabel Vaasketh has settled after his alleged deflection from the Galactic Alliance. The ex-SIA strike force commander found fortune in war, and from his fortune he built a network of fixers and privateers.

Unlike his usual evening, in which he either is off on a mission or in a meeting in the master private lounge of The Metropole, he finds himself dressed casually at the bar of his own establishment, enjoying his glass of tequila and the fruit of his labor; a packed building where business happens and information is exchanged. He never thought that this is what his life would be, an orphan from Corellia, a rising star of SIA, a turncoat who burnt it all away for credits. Or so what people thought. They never knew the full picture of his story.

"Good to see you here boss. Looking to catch something?" The bartender asked flirtatiously, which earned her a chuckle from the hardened man.

"A surprisingly idle night, might as well enjoy what I've built, eh?" He looked around the establishment while sipping on his glass. This is indeed his kingdom, the fruit of his labor. When he sees all of it, it's worth all his blood, sweat, and tears, all those nights not knowing if he would still be alive the next morning. At times like this he is able to appreciate himself for what he did, and at nights like this he reckoned that maybe he should be just like one of Metropole's patrons; looking to spend his idle time, looking to widen his networks, looking for something that can only be found in The Metropole.​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Dress | Facial Mask | Hair loose

The Metropole thrived with life, a constant hum of voices weaving between the rhythmic pulse of the music. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting vibrant hues against the polished surfaces, and the scent of expensive liquor mingled with the faint traces of spice and smoke lingering in the air.

Stepping into the lounge, Valery moved with effortless grace, the fabric of her dress clinging to her frame in all the right ways. A deep, crimson red, it shimmered subtly under the ambient glow, the silky material flowing with each measured step she took. The high-necked design accentuated the elegant lines of her collarbone, while the fitted bodice traced her silhouette with precision. A golden sash cinched at her waist, complementing the rich hue of the dress, and a daring slit ran high along her thigh, allowing for easy movement while offering the occasional glimpse of smooth skin.

Her usual ponytail had been abandoned in favor of letting her dark auburn hair fall freely. It cascaded in waves down her back, framing her features — features subtly obscured by a simple yet effective mask designed to shield her identity without drawing attention.

The mission board was her objective — a hub of business and whispers, where the right conversation could unveil valuable intel. But first, she made her way toward the bar.

She offered the bartender a kind smile, a silent acknowledgment of their expertise in running the show on a night like this, before her gaze flicked briefly toward the man seated nearby. A subtle nod. Nothing more. Not a greeting of familiarity, but an unspoken acknowledgment between two people who understood the weight of the worlds they moved through.

Then, with a practiced ease, Valery slid onto a barstool, crossing one leg over the other as she let her gaze drift, taking in the atmosphere, listening, waiting.

Xrabel Vaasketh ​

 

[Xrabel Vaasketh]

|| GLASS TABLE ||
Dust in the Wind - Chapter 1

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TAG: Valery Noble ​

THE METROPOLE, MON GAZZA

Xrabel’s attention was caught by a woman who approached the bar. At first, it was her dress. From a quick glance he noticed that it’s an exquisite dark crimson red that perfectly hugs her figure. A shadowsilk, perhaps? He gets wealthy guests from the galaxy’s high society every so often, but even compared to those folks, this woman stood out a bit more. It was all the little details that added up. The dress, the hair, the gestures, the simple mask that doesn’t hide, but highlights her elegant features.

She didn’t say a single word, not to him, not to the bartender. Instead, just a subtle nod, and what Xrabel swear could be a slight smirk on her lips. The lighting in the longue only allowed him to see her face slightly, which as she taken a seat on one of the nearby stool, he realized is a familiar face. Familiar, but he can’t seem to pinpoint exactly who she is. Maybe it’s the mask, or the drink he’s had throughout the night. Still, his instincts wouldn’t betray him even in this type of situation; this woman is someone; there’s a reason that she’s here tonight, alone, observing, and he has to figure it out one way or another.

“One more for me, to my employer, as usual,” Xrabel pushed his glass towards the bartender, hinting that he’s to be treated as one of the bar’s patron, visiting in between work. If the woman is hiding something, he’s sure that she would try to hide it the most from the establishment’s owner. “Your first time here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here,” he turned his head towards the woman, who is sitting a couple of stool besides him. “Name’s Garrix.“ There’s no doubt between his lies, just a sheer confidence of a man approaching a lady. He does this for a living after all. His instincts wouldn’t betray him.​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Dress | Facial Mask | Hair loose

The glass of dark liquor was smooth between her fingers as Valery traced its rim, her gaze flicking briefly toward the man beside her. He was sharp — too sharp — and it wasn't just the cut of his suit or the way he carried himself like a man who belonged. No, it was in his eyes. The way they assessed, peeled back layers with quiet calculation. She recognized the look.

It was the same one she wore when she was hunting.

But tonight, she wasn't here for a fight.

She smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips, and let his question linger between them for just a second longer than necessary. Let him wonder. Let him doubt.

Then, she turned slightly in her seat, angling toward him just enough to acknowledge the exchange. "First time on Mon Gazza," she admitted, her voice low, smooth, effortlessly poised. She lifted her glass, tipping it just slightly toward him before taking a sip as the edge rested against her crimson lips. "And I heard this was the place to be if you're looking for a good time."

Her eyes flickered under the glow of neon, warm amber catching on the light. She let them settle on him— Garrix, as he introduced himself — unreadable, but not uninviting.

"Lena," she finally offered, a name as easy on the tongue as it was forgettable. She was careful to give nothing more than what was necessary.

Her head tilted slightly, curiosity lacing through her tone as she set her glass down. "And what about you, Garrix?" Her lips twitched, the faintest hint of amusement playing at the edges. "Are you a regular here?"

Xrabel Vaasketh ​

 

[Xrabel Vaasketh]

|| GLASS TABLE ||
Dust in the Wind - Chapter 1

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Valery Noble ​

THE METROPOLE, MON GAZZA

“There you go,” the bartender handed Garrix his order with a devious smirk. She must be enjoying the scene that’s unfolding in front of her. Alas, Garrix’s attention was not on her, but the mysterious lady that’s now facing him on her seat. He raised his glass as she did, taking a sip of it as she did, while his eyes trailed from her eyes to her lips.

“It is indeed, it’s an oasis of entertainment in this region,” he answered in a similarly low voice. A new face in Mon Gazza, so most likely not a regional nobility. Comes in for fun, yet she doesn’t strike him as someone who’s job is bringing her anywhere near the system. Oh how he aches to solve the mystery that is this woman.

“Nice to meet you, Lena,” her name rolled perfectly on his tongue, a simple, mysterious - perhaps too mysterious. Her interest on him was apparent however, and he could do nothing but oblige. For curiosity sake.

“More or less. It’s one of my go to place to spy new opportunities, or spend my credits in between jobs,” half-truth. He only hides the important details; the exterior she can probably see under the neon light. His scar that pops out above his shirt collar, the neck tattoo he got after he left the SIA, the battle scars hidden underneath his dark blue eyes. He took another sip, eyes still fixated on hers, before a small smirk formed on his face.

“Now I’m feeling compelled to show you around.”​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Dress | Facial Mask | Hair loose

Valery's smirk deepened ever so slightly as he spoke, the warmth of the liquor lingering on her lips. She was no stranger to men like Garrix — sharp-eyed, smooth-tongued, and always playing the game, even when they swore they weren't. She wasn't fooled by the easy charm, nor by the casual way he offered up half-truths like they were worth their weight in credits.

But that didn't mean she couldn't play along.

Her amber gaze flicked toward his glass, then back to his face, taking in the scar peeking just above his collar, the inked lines marking his skin — little hints of the past, pieces of a story he wasn't quite telling.

"Opportunities, huh?" She let the word hang between them, her voice dipped in something light, teasing. "And here I was thinking this was just a nice place to get a drink." She lifted her glass again, the edge gently pressing against her lips to take another sip, her eyes still locked on his as if she were considering something. Measuring. Deciding.

And then, after a beat, she smiled.

"I think I'd like to take you up on that offer." She set her glass down with a soft clink, fingers lingering on its rim before she leaned back slightly, a picture of casual ease. "You say you're a regular? Then show me what makes this place worth coming back to."

A slight tilt of her head, a knowing glint in her eyes — just enough interest to keep him hooked, to keep him looking, wondering, second-guessing.

Because she was watching, too.

Xrabel Vaasketh ​

 

[Azurine Varek]

Ladies Night

Outfit: Club Outfit | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Beauty Blades
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

The neon skyline of Nova Kor Vella burned against the twilight, its jagged towers and glowing avenues converging toward the beating heart of the city—the Metropole. Azzie could feel the energy from the street, the rhythmic bass pulsing through the duracrete like a war drum, promising a night free of responsibilities, just drinks, dancing, laughter, and whatever trouble they found along the way. She'd been itching for this, for a real night out, and if there was anywhere worth spending it, a club was definitely one of them.

She threw open the double doors with a grin, stepping inside as the vibrant chaos of The Metropole swallowed her whole. A wall of sound and light hit her—music thrumming through the air, the scent of drinks mingling with charged excitement. The lights danced across the gold-colored jacket she wore, lighting up the neon paints splattered intentionally across it.

Azzie strode further in, her boots clicking against the polished floor, eyes sweeping the crowd with an awareness that never fully left her, even on a night like this. Not that she expected trouble. No one would be stupid enough to test the security here—she hoped. Still, old habits died hard.

She glanced over her shoulder at the friends she'd brought along, her smirk widening. "Drinks are on me tonight, ladies," she announced, voice carrying just enough over the noise. "My treat. So get whatever overpriced, neon-colored mess you want as long as you all can still stand by the end of the night—I won't judge. Much." She chuckled, leaning over to playfully nudge Everest with her elbow and grin at the rest of the group.

Tonight wasn't about rationing out her credits, wasn't about worrying about training or the next mission. It was about enjoying herself and enjoying the company without having to worry about the stress. Azzie was going to enjoy herself, no matter what. There were things she couldn't control, sure. Her fate, her past, her future—it was all a tangle of unpredictability. But tonight, she could choose to take a break from it.

Everest Vale | Katherine Holt | Colette​

 

[Katherine Holt]

Outfit: Link
Tags: Azurine Varek | Everest Vale | Colette​

When Azurine had invited her to a 'Ladies Night', Katherine hadn’t hesitated in accepting. She had missed out on enjoying these kinds of things for too long. Having been too focused on her studies and training. Which was the sensible thing to do, with everything going on in the galaxy. But one thing she had learned during that time, is that everyone needed a break from time to time.

Tonight was one such time.

An added bonus that it was with friends.

Katherine could feel the ground shake a bit from the sheer volume of the music, and they hadn’t even entered the venue proper yet. She followed behind Azurine, who was practically radiating excitement the closer they had gotten. The redhead couldn’t help but smile, feeling that infectious energy.

“You might come to regret that, Azzie. Because I fully intend on testing what alcohol tolerance this body has.” Katherine replied, a small grin on her face.

Unlike Azurine’s outfit, Katherine’s choice of attire was a lot more ‘subdued’ in comparison. A deliberate decision, as the redhead knew between her height and wings, she’d already be getting attention.

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[Colette]

Katherine Holt / Azurine Varek / Everest Vale / Tigris

Colette didn't have a lot of friends in the Order. She had a lot of acquaintances and she generally tried to get along with people, but only a precious few were actually close enough that she would consider them a friend and quite frankly she liked it that way. The names in the group chat were none of the people that she would really claim to be on that list. Everest was a new face entirely outside of a conversation here and there, and so was Tigris.

In truth Colette had considered skipping this one, but Vera had encouraged her to go after having snooped over Colette's shoulder at the messages and the conversation on the phone. The kid was right, of course, but she didn't need to know that. Instead Colette had squinted angrily at her for reading her messages and then gone off to, well, prepare.

And so, if people were coming here to… Get to know each other? Well, Colette went as none other than herself. Tank top, rugged trousers, sturdy boots and all. She had originally brought her knife along, but security had taken that one. She had also carried her canteen in, but security had taken that one too despite her arguing that a water bottle wouldn't exactly be able to harm anyone. They never relented, but Colette did and so here she was - naked and afraid, like any decent woman would be without her survival basics.

Not to mention the earplugs. The music was way too loud here which made conversations way too difficult almost as if people enjoy screaming at each other just to hear a sliver of whatever the other person was saying. Colette had gotten herself earplugs just to protect what she deemed to be one of her most valuable senses. These things helped sort the noise from the voice, made her able to at least hear what Azurine was saying and how Katherine had responded.

Colette looked between the two of them, clearly feeling like a fish out of water. She had gotten drunk before, of course, but all of this was very loud. It almost put her a little on edge.

"Okay, you're paying. Got it." She said, most likely too quietly to really be picked up under all the noise. "I've never actually been to a place like this before. Not as a guest at least."

 

[Everest Vale]

Oh jeez.

Was this a good idea? Eve still wasn't quite sure. Nervously, she rolled around her mind her expectations of the incoming night. This was most unlike her. What she needed was a good tree to sit and snooze in. Yeah, that sounded more like it.

Alas, inevitably before she was able to feel fully ready, they had arrived. She, too, went humble with her outfit; a simple, black top with cut-out shoulders that hung loose over her small frame, simple black skirt cut medium, and the most uninteresting boots one could imagine. She didn't know fashion, and this time she didn't have the time to pull Master Noble into emergency advice on what looked good or not. But she tried her best with what she had, which albeit wasn't much.

Reverberations of sub-bass thrummed from the club; an intimidating rhythmic permanence that forced her own heartbeat to match it without its own volition. It made her whole body shake as they stepped into main room. It was so warm, almost humid, and she could barely hear her own thoughts from how overwhelmingly loud the whole place was.

"Drinks are on me tonight, ladies. My treat. So get whatever overpriced, neon-colored mess you want as long as you all can still stand by the end of the night—I won't judge. Much."​

Everest gave an awkward grin as she looked between the girls, unsure of what to do in a place like this, now they were there. What do people do in places like this? She looked around as if trying to find an answer, and a clammy hand reached shyly for Tigris'.

Come on. You came here to have fun.

"U-um— I'll... have... whatever you're having, Azzie."

Was that a good idea?

Oh jeez.

Azurine Varek Katherine Holt Colette Tigris​

 

[Tigris]

Outfit: Link

There had been several things Tigris had done since meeting Everest that she normally wouldn't. This was one of them. Girls night. Eve's friends had been kind enough to invite Tigris as well. The brooding Padawan was woefully lacking in social norms, something the Echani was helping the Recopian with even as Tigris tried to pulled Eve further out of her own shell. So, the night out at the club seemed to be the thing neither were sure about, but both needed.

Tigris knew of the others, but had never really met them. But as they gathered and strode into the bar, behind the bold Azurine, (after a small delay as Colette's knife was confiscated) the fact that they were new acquaintances didn't seem to matter to Tigris The former assassin had been to plenty of clubs like the Metropole, but only on jobs. She never had actually went out, for fun, with friends. Dark eyes scanned the room. She had to admit the place was jumping and the music was unexpectedly in her tastes. A small smirk touched her lips as she looked over at Eve as she took it in. The two matched, in a way. Tigris' outfit was much less...modest. Modesty had never been an issue for the tattooed padawan.

Azurine,...Azzie, she had been told, announced that drinks were on her, and Katherine was eager to take her up on it. Colette seemed a little apprehensive, as did Eve. Tigris readily took the hand that slipped into hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Tigris was not a big drinker. She was a bit of a fanatic, as far as physical fitness, ingrained from days as a Seyugi Dervish. But she would indulge some. What interested her would be how Eve did.

When the Echani asked for whatever Azzie was having, Tigris had a hunch things were going to get interesting. She leaned closer to Eve's ear. "Relax and have fun. You are with friends, I'm not going to let anything happen to you." She added a kiss on the cheek for good measure. "Come on." She tugged on Eve's hand gently as the others headed into the club.


Everest Vale Azurine Varek Katherine Holt Colette

 

[Xrabel Vaasketh]

|| GLASS TABLE ||
Dust in the Wind - Chapter 1

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Valery Noble ​

THE METROPOLE, MON GAZZA

Garrix keeps his gaze fixated on Lena’s amber eyes as her voice serenades his ears. This woman knows how to control the tension, play with the atmosphere, keep her target yearning and intoxicated. This is a dangerous game he is playing, he thought that he is a good manipulator, but he definitely feels outclassed by her. Yet he is far too curious to rescind his interest in her.

“This is a place where you can both spend your life saving and earn it all over again. That’s how they keep people coming,” he explained nonchalantly. He takes pride in the businesses that are made here, the billion credit worth of transactions that are made everyday. “How do you think I can afford the expensive amenities here?” he teased her back in low voice, flashing his signature smirk.

Then she decided to take him on his offer. He finished his drink in a quick chug before rising from his seat. “Your wish is my command,” he offered her his hand, walking away from the lounge and towards the DJ & dance floor area. “This is the mission board, tenants here can post jobs and bounties,” he gestured at a board situated near the longue exit. “But enough about work, let’s have some fun,” he whispered to her as they entered the area and he leads her towards the dance floor.

If she wants fun, she’ll get fun.​

 

[Azurine Varek]

Ladies Night

Outfit: Club Outfit | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Beauty Blades
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

Azzie grinned as she led the way through the pulsing crowd; the irony that she was the shortest of them and yet somehow the loudest was absolutely not lost on her as they navigated toward the bar. The music was a living thing, reverberating through her chest like a second heartbeat. This was her kind of place—loud, energetic, and just chaotic enough to make the galaxy's problems feel far away.

Katherine's remark about regret echoed in her ears, and Azzie shot her a wicked grin. "No regrets, Kit Kat! I've got plenty—and I promise it was obtained legally." She teased, "Let's see if you can drink us all under the rug now!"

Between the drinks and the energy of the club, the tension in the group was starting to ease—except for Colette. Azzie had caught the wary set of her shoulders, the way she scanned the room even as she tried to play it cool. She knew that feeling all too well. With a casual motion, Azzie pulled one of the gold and gemstone hairpins from her short hair, its intricate design catching the flashing lights. She stepped close to Colette, voice low as she pressed it into her palm.

"Hidden self-defense item," she murmured with a wink. "Not as good as your knife, but if it makes you feel more comfortable, you can wear it."

Azzie wasn't one for big speeches about trust and safety (on a night like this, at least), but actions spoke louder than words. And right now they were all here to have fun. No worries. No looking over shoulders.

At least, not too much.

As they approached the bar, she glanced back as Everest shyly echoed her order. Azzie snorted, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Are you sure about that, Eve?" she joked, draping an arm around the taller padawans' shoulders for a brief moment. "I tend to go for drinks that are strong and spicy. Might be a little much for a first-timer." Still, she turned to the bartender with an easy grin, rapping her knuckles against the counter to get his attention. "Something good as long as it's got kick to it," she said, leaving the choice in his hands. "Actually, make it two. And whatever the rest of these lovely ladies would like—we're all on my tab tonight."

Colette's quiet admission about never being a guest at a place like this caught Azzie's attention. She shot her a knowing smile, her voice just loud enough to cut through the cacophony. "Well, first time for everything, yeah? Just think of it like a get-together, just with more... questionable decisions."

Azzie caught the way Tigris leaned in to reassure Everest, the quiet strength in her words, the way Eve seemed to relax—just a little—under her touch. She didn't know Tigris well, but that didn't matter. Eve trusted her, and that was enough. Any friend of Eve's was a friend of hers. "She's right. Let yourself lighten up a little. But not too much; Master Valery might have my behind if I have to carry you all the way back to Coruscant." She laughed and gave Tigris a nod, a silent acknowledgment, a mutual understanding between warriors who had seen more than anyone might have thought for being as young as they were. "Glad to have you with us," she said casually, but the weight behind it was real.

Soon, the bartender slid over a pair of drinks, golden liquid swirling with something red and faintly luminescent. She grabbed one and held it out toward Everest, quirking a brow. "Moment of truth, Eve. You in?"

Everest Vale | Katherine Holt | Colette | Tigris​