Public The Nexus; a trending bar on Denon

[Mercy]

Ivory Stroud

She managed to make Mercy blink.

Few people could lay that claim, so she ought to be really pleased with herself. "Damn ma'am, yar not jus' power, yar one o' the big un's, arentcha?" Mercy didn't automatically assume that Ivory was the head honcho. Just... someone like her. A figure with ambition and enough power to start clawing upwards.

Instead she was casually swapping glasses with someone who had the pull to move around men from Coruscant to Denon and back on a dime?

Yeah that was serious business.

Mercy took the shot.

She then took another shot.

Then shook her head and grinned at Ivory. The buzz was getting there nicely. Luckily she was keeping ahead of her body's natural healing factor that was filtering out the toxication as soon as it was settling into her blood. At least for now. "Ahhh, I like ya... that hunger, I recognize it." She drawled lazily with that grin attached to it.

"Not today tho. Am karking tired. So be mah boss." An even lazier stretch there that highlighted the pride she had in herself. "Leave me ya number, yeah? I will let him know there be a serious player lookin' for some serious business. Might cushion da disappointment o' today anyway."

And maybe earn her a little bonus on the side.

 

[Ivory Stroud]

"Not today tho. Am karking tired. So be mah boss." An even lazier stretch there that highlighted the pride she had in herself. "Leave me ya number, yeah? I will let him know there be a serious player lookin' for some serious business. Might cushion da disappointment o' today anyway."

Ivory laughed at Mercy's biiiig stretch, nodding her head as her buzz continued to grow. She may have possessed the ability to lessen the alcohol in her system over time, but she did not possess Mercy's inherent healing factor. She was definitely on her way to a night of forgotten fun.

"Yeah.. Let me do that now, so I don't forget later." She reached toward her wrist-link and shared her contact info with Mercy .

If her boss had been involved with the fight at the Nexus, she figured he'd gotten out okay and was probably safe & sound by now. If he had help like Mercy, he was probably better protected than some Corpos. Ivory raised her glass in a toast, drained the shot, then picked up another; intending to go all night if that's what it took.

If she woke up the next day with hazy memories, she'd consider the venture a success.

- End -

 

[Mercy]

Ivory Stroud

By the time that Mercy walked out into the fresh air she was properly sloshed and tired.

Might not have been the best idea right after a fight, but... kark if Mercy didn't need it.

The fresh air was doing wonders for her head though. Breathing in and out, eyes closed, leaning against the wall. Until she finally got ahold of herself and suppressed the desire to hurl. Instead Mercy groaned, stretched out and began walking towards the nearest public transit point. In the meantime she ticked in a words to Tarsin Kenn.

Got a new contact ya might be interested in, chief. Ivory Stroud of the Family. Good head on 'er shoulders. Loaded. Enough pull to move chit between Coruscant an' Denon. If ya want I can set up a meet between the two of ya. Lemme know. Might ease da disappointment of the last meet. - Mercy

How the feth did Mercy go from dropping out of a three-story building to suddenly having the ear of another crime boss?

Who knew. Tarsin might wonder. It was just another line in pleasant surprises Mercy's services had in store for you. Mercy hit sent and after that resolved to get herself a cold shower, some karking food and sleep in for the rest of the day.

She deserved it.

 

[Aktur Seii]

THE NEXUS
DENON

SEVERAL MONTHS LATER...

It had been several months since the attack on the Nexus, by the band of masked vigilantes.

In fact, it had been long enough to repair the place, at least, and institute a range of improved security protocols. The chance of another incident like that, with vehicles used as battering rams and tight spaces - such as air ducts - being squeezed through, was all but over. Sensor grids, emergency building shield generators, beskar-made traffic bollards that could stop trucks outside, and a circulating CorpSec patrol nearby at all times - paid for, of course, under the table. There had been one final security measure installed, one that Aktur had overseen personally, which was the Passive Defender dispersion system; it was housed in the ceiling and walls, and would flood the club interior with a non-toxic combination of courenth and ves gases, which created an environment that dissipated blaster bolts and similar plasma-based weaponry.

It was also why the guards now carried additional slugthrowers, to account for that new security factor.

Now, the place was back to business, all the more secure for it. But, the best part, was that insurance had covered it all; neither Aktur, nor Crimson Dawn or the Nexus or its associates, had paid a single credit. So, Aktur stood at the bar, a smile on his face, as he watched club start to fill with all manner of revelers. Sentients of all types, from all species, all out for a good time in one of Denon's most popular establishments. The dim lighting was set, with strobe and pattern displays, the dance floor was as it had been, and the music filled the space. The multiple levels, complete with booths and private tables, started to fill and meetings that were whispered began to happen again. The Nexus was alive, it was near full to capacity, and business was booming...

Ironically, the vigilante incident only increased eyes on the club.

If Aktur ever ran into the group again, which he suspected could be possible, he would have to thank them. Nothing improved the status of a business focused on alcohol, stims, dancing and bad decisions like danger. It literally brought others to the Nexus in droves, as the place that had been attacked, with sensible thought left at the front door, in favor of chasing those adrenaline highs and bragging rights. But, you wouldn't find Aktur complaining... no, let the masses enjoy their brush with 'peril', with the knowledge they were protected by suited guards and building security.

The cycle would continue. Crimson Dawn and its associates would resume business activity, resume meetings in dark corners, and that was the end of it. The credits would cycle, the patrons would come back time and time again, and if the club was attacked then it would only serve to further fuel the club-going masses once repairs were made. And, even better, Aktur had instructed his club owners to take out an even bigger insurance policy...

So if it happens again? I can pocket even more on the side.

Aktur chuckled, as he turned and tapped a finger on the bar. A glass was placed within reach moments later, filled with expensive whiskey of amber color, to which the leader of the Crimson Dawn lifted to his mouth and sipped. He pondered at the potential meetings that might occur, now that the Nexus was open for business again, and whether he might have time to circulate the club itself before anyone came to speak with him directly...

​

 

[Ivory Stroud]

Outside The Nexus...

Coasting around a corner down the street from the Nexus, a sleek, black limousine meandered silently on-approach; stopping in front of the recently re-opened venue. The engine of the powerful vessel hummed softly, reverberating as it idled like a great hunting cat slumbering contentedly. After a few heartbeats, the front passenger door opened & a suited human stepped out - wordlessly scanning the front of the building before walking along the side of the vehicle. He reached the end, took hold of the door-handle, and opened it; stepping aside.

Daintily, a booted foot stepped out, followed by another. A woman, garbed entirely in black, stepped out of the vehicle: a sleek knee-lengthblack dress hugging her feminine figure, accentuating her hips & bosom. A wide-brimmed black fedora covered her head, and a cascade of raven-black hair fell like a waterfall from beneath it - braided in an intricate pattern and swept over one shoulder. From beneath the wide-brimmed fedora, a polite smile blossomed across her ruby lips as the woman nodded graciously toward her escort; meeting his eyes before likewise scanning the front of the building.

Bright violet eyes, a unique color indeed, settled on the entrance of The Nexus.

Ivory Stroud, Donna of The Family, had come to call upon The Crimson Dawn.

Many months ago, she'd come to visit in another capacity. She'd been dressed, then, in the outfit of a common criminal; but her own power & presence on Denon had grown in recent months. The Family now held a significant base of power in the Denon System; they were closely tied to Darkwire as well as rumored to be involved with numerous smaller gangs across the Planet. Their connections on Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa & Chandrila had been instrumental in developing their underworld ties not only amongst the Criminal Underworld, but also within CAD itself. Ivory had been present for the end of the battle within The Nexus, even making the acquaintance of one Mercy - a highly capable enforcer - who'd helped introduce the Mafiosa to Denon's deeper established Criminal Syndicates.

The Donna carried a small clutch purse in one hand, which she tucked beneath her left arm. Her escort, one of The Family's supremely loyal Soldiers, closed the door behind her. Without a word, the Oracle AV pulled away from its parking spot & drifted off - likely parking a short distance away.

Together, The Donna & her bodyguard approached The Nexus' entrance; taking the steps individually - one at a time.

The steady heartbeat of The Nexus pounded in her ears as the elegantly-dressed woman made her way through Security and found herself standing within the very center of the venue. A quick, subtle exchange of hand-signals (likely going unnoticed by any paying attention) between herself & her soldier elicited a nod of understanding from the latter. Together, the two companions would approach the bar & take a seat.

Immediately, they would take on the demeanor of two visitors out for a night of entertainment.

Ivory took a seat, flashing a bright smile at one of the bartenders when they finally approached.

"Bourbon, on the rocks. A splash of bitters, twist of citrus, if you please."

"And... if I may..." she continued, leaning in close; "I'd like to speak with Mr. Seii. If he's available."

She'd never met the man, but she had a description. The bar was busy enough, she'd enjoy her drink until the Boss of the Crimson Dawn approached her. After all, she assumed he'd be quite the busy man.

Aktur Seii

 

[Aktur Seii]

THE NEXUS
DENON

Aktur had started to circulate through the club, as he walked through the throng of patrons and party-goers, the glass of expensive liquid still held in hand. Dark eyes observed the crowd keenly, the hint of a smile played at the crime lord's lips, and he couldn't help but exude some of his cognitive influence on some of those he passed by; they, in turn, felt Aktur's eyes on them and looked over to return his glance, though it was subtle and merely brought attention to himself for them.

Something for later, perhaps.

It wasn't long before Aktur stood on the first floor, hands planted on the guard railing with one holding his glass, as he peered out over the dance floor. It had started to fill considerably, credits were flowing at the bar, and the music was whatever modern genre type the masses on Denon enjoyed. Honestly, Aktur held little regard for music, he had heard so much and enjoyed the more recent developments even less. But what he did enjoy, however, was the aging of various alcohols.

Can never go wrong with an older vintage wine or distilled whiskey...

As if to punctuate his own thought, Aktur took another mouthful of the expensive drink in hand, and continued to look over the Nexus. There were some individuals that caught his attention, especially several below. It wasn't until moments later than one of his most trusted guards approached, a Zabrak by the name of Dev'us, whom leaned in and began to speak to the crime lord quietly that Aktur recalled a familiar face. The head of Crimson Dawn had been asked for, it seemed, by someone that was known to him in kind. Denon was, after all, a bustling world with movers and shakers, and not knowing faces and names that were important was recipe for disaster.

"Thank you," Aktur said with a nod, as he turned and handed the glass to Dev'us. "Only one? Well, there might only be one that we can see. Keep an eye out."

The underworld existed based on several key factors, with one - possibly the biggest one - being business. While Aktur didn't expect trouble, not from the individual who sought a meeting, there was no excuse for being unprepared. So, with an adjustment of the sleeves of his suit jacket, and a descent down the stairs to the ground floor, the crime lord of Crimson Dawn walked through and around the various individuals present until he approached the one he had been made aware of.

"Ms. Stroud," Aktur said with a velvety tone, as he walked toward the bar and came to within a few feet. He glanced toward the nearest humanoids around the Donna of the Family, and felt confident in identifying the security. Perhaps another, even. "Welcome back to the Nexus. I apologize that we missed the opportunity to meet last time, due to unfortunate... events."

With a flick toward the bartender, Aktur ordered another refreshment for the both of them; with his being the usual whiskey, and Ms. Stroud's being a new beverage of the one she currently enjoyed. Aktur's dark gaze remained on the esteemed visitor, as he smiled...

"Nonetheless, it is good to see your return here. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Ivory Stroud​

 

[Fajyk Vasrell]

(Well, if anyone wants to respond, feel free - never joined any "public gathering place" sort of setting on the forum, as of yet... Also, I'm back after several months worth of having left due to depression. Hello, fellow cutthroats, vagabonds and scoundrels of the deepest dye! Forgive my stupid humor, as well. Feel free to say a short hello to the Bonesaw and Stellaluna, all.)

The Drovian's triad of impressive, large claws twitched on the end of the thick-skinned and pockmarked flesh of his deep blue arm, as hulking and trunklike as the rest of his limbs. However, even despite the Drovian's massive and gargantuan, fat and imposing frame, the fact that the alien was currently snoring through an alcohol-induced haze that plagued his mind resulted in his being rendered impressive only due the occasional passing of gas from one end or the other of his hulking frame, a feat that might have sent younglings laughing or crying away from him, were he anywhere else but The Nexus.

A lighter-toned, though no-less impressive emission echoed from the shadows at larger alien's side from his smaller and constant companion, her pointed and furred tail even vibrating in place on her chair from the resulting tension being relieved behind her. A shifting of the smaller alien's wing-membraned arm lifted to scratch an itch along the glossy black fur along her sternum. One of her triangular ears folding to one side as she heard a voice speaking to their side, away from their shadow-strewn booth. A clawed hand and the shifting of her membraned arm roused the cranky cephalopod-alien at her side, his silver eyes dulled and only a little less alcohol-hazed as his companion's were, his fiery-red topknot swaying behind his blue head as his facial folds turned down in a grimace and he groaned audibly.

"Fahzzyk... Hurp! Izzn'n tha the... The duhlt we twerk fuhr?"

The Drovian in question raised his claws, silver-laced in the newly-refurbished club's light, nodded through the haze that was assaulting his eyes and brain, though less intensely then the youthfully-dressed Qom Jha at his side. Childlike and with a louder emission from her throat, the giggling, still-drunk chiropteran managed to cover her foxlike muzzle after the fact, before her clawed hands clasped the larger alien's tree-like wrist just beneath his claws, the baggy black breeches adorning her too-small, younger frame almost comically as she nestled like a youngling against her friend's side.

With the shorter creature practically hanging from his clawed arm, the fat, thick-limbed blue alien fixed his silver eyes on the bar's patrons, his facial folds wrinkling in disgust as an acrid blue smoke began to permeate the air, amidst roaring laughter from a half-stoned table of Yuzzumi in varying hues... Fajyk snorted in disgust, even as Lawq's nose began to wrinkle as well. Gesturing towards the door with a claw, the shaky-footed companions made their way towards the exit, the Qom Jha snapping harshly at a droid that rolled over one of her toes. Upon taking a few steps closer, the hazy-headed and half-drunk (in Fajyk's case, unlike the booze-fiend at his side...) recognized the distinct attire of their pseudo-employer that Lawq had pointed out.

However, something was off...

Though he didn't like and rarely used the abilities save during combat, the Drovian's arms tensed and his walk slowed as he watched the alcohol-brandishing man and his own female accomplice conversing, the Force rapidly fueling the apprehension that struck the both of them in quick succession, though Fajyk's being somewhat more sober enabled him to process the sensation faster then the Bottle Queen at his side... A sense of heat in the air, and the crackling presence and red aura outlining the human youth whom he had worked with on one memorable occasion. At Fajyk's side, Lawq tensed against his blubbery arm, her good yellow eye dilating, and her blind blue-white one twitching furiously in an odd, disheartening display for the larger alien, her membraned arms beginning to tremble as her gaze followed Fajyk's - she had sensed it too...

However, as quickly as it had come, the raw Dark Side energy and the resulting emotional turmoil that he had sensed vanished, the whole incident taking place merely over the course of a second...

Lawq's raspy voice was quiet and slurred, "Couldna bin in here..." Her eye focused on the human male and the eccentric warrior-woman at his side. Fajyk patted Lawq, a claw stroking her notched right ear as he decided to warn the youth whom he had worked for... A warning from the Force so powerful couldn't be taken lightly. For the sake of their part-time employer, even if Fajyk thought him off, for reasons he couldn't fathom, he must share the warning of what he had felt...

Lawq's baggy, hole-strewn pants rustled around her dark brown, athletic legs, and Fajyk's thick limbs easily carried him forward, his massive girth and imposing, monstrous features parted the crowd with ease, his bat-like companion's accompanying (silent) emanation of tail-shaking Lommin ale-enhanced gas ensuring that no thugs in the crowd sought to trouble the odd companions in their wake.

Clad in imposing, interlocking plates of scale-like, bronzed plate armor covering his torso, faded and bolt-marked armorweave copper-colored breeches and sporting a heavy blaster pistol in the holster at his side, the muscular Drovian placed his claws at either side of his massive hips, his silver alert for trouble even as his senses shifted outwards, attempting to draw upon the Force's aid to enable him to catch the nightmarish sensation that he had sensed earlier. From what Aktur Seii and Ivory Stroud could see from such an imposing figure, only a fool would dare to pick a fight with the monstrous figure that appeared to be apprehensive about something, some unseen threat, in the Crimson Dawn's watering hole...

To Aktur and Ivory alike, though he barely knew them, the Drovian spoke softly and apprehensively.

"Sir, I don't know if you know the intricacies of the Force, but there is a Dark Presence somewhere in the building... Is it possible, even remotely, that you could be in danger here?"

At the larger alien's side, the Qom Jha's lanky arms, folded over her boyishly-flat chest, trembled. Raising her hand, Lawq managed a more properly-timed, polite belch into a closed fist, even as her tailbase reverberated behind her, though not as silently as before...

"...You gonna drink that?" She smiled toothily, her good eye looking eagerly at Ivory's glass...

(I hope this isn't too dumb, but I was figuring my drunk idiots could have briefly sensed a slipping away of Aktur's Force Stealth - not being able to guess at what it was before the armor went back up, they are now sniffing the trail. I'll make my next post shorter, as well - promise.)

 

[Ivory Stroud]

The atmosphere of The Nexus drew one in seductively, caressing the senses like poetry through the decadent use of music & color; consuming one's attention with an all-out assault on the senses. The Donna found the club to be quite pleasant, allowing herself to blend into the background - watching the clientele as numerous beings plied whatever trades they'd come this evening to practice. Beside her, the suited male silently joined her in cautiously maintaining a steady vigilance - looking neither disinterested or paranoid, expertly treading the fine line between obviously watchful & casually ignorant.

Ivory sipped at her drink, pleased with the mixture the bartender had delivered. It may not have been perfect, like Phaelix could provide... but, the cocktail helped to uncoil some of the woman's nerves.

A whisper in the back of her mind signaled she'd been noticed, and a few minutes later, The Donna recognized an approaching figure; surely enough, matching the description of one Aktur Seii - Boss of The Crimson Dawn on Denon.

"Ms. Stroud," Aktur said with a velvety tone, as he walked toward the bar and came to within a few feet. He glanced toward the nearest humanoids around the Donna of the Family, and felt confident in identifying the security. Perhaps another, even. "Welcome back to the Nexus. I apologize that we missed the opportunity to meet last time, due to unfortunate... events."

With a flick toward the bartender, Aktur ordered another refreshment for the both of them; with his being the usual whiskey, and Ms. Stroud's being a new beverage of the one she currently enjoyed. Aktur's dark gaze remained on the esteemed visitor, as he smiled...

"Nonetheless, it is good to see your return here. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The attractive gentleman's velvety tone caressed her ears, drawing her attention immediately from the music. She centered her gaze on him, violet eyes making direct contact with his own. She peered at him from beneath the wide brim of her fedora - then bared a bright smile, perfect teeth flashing white as she returned his greeting:

"Mr. Seii. It's a pleasure to finally make your aquaintance." She offered a hand in greeting, and continued: "Forgive the unannounced visitation - though I assume you're quite used to it, by now. It would seem The Nexus has a reputation for random visitors dropping in out of no-where."

She hoped the subtle joke would be well-received.

"Do you have some place a little quieter; less conspicuous, perhaps, where we might discuss business?"

The sudden approach of the hulking monstrosity would make the elegantly-dressed woman immediately wary, eyeing Fajyk Vasrell cautiously from beneath the wide brim of her black hat. Whatever this creature was that had suddenly approached them, the powerful Mafiosa was preparing to signal her escort for assistance... that is, if Aktur didn't respond first.

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Signals were never required.​

The Old Wolf was much in tune to the Donna's moods these nights. Such was his business to be. He was in a very unique position within her organization, for whilst many rotated around her as her right hand, he remained ever vigilant as her left hand. The hand that did the dirty work that no one else was prepared to do, let alone had the stomach for. He was the Monster in the Basement that Ivory Stroud fed those that crossed her to.

And he enjoyed it immensely.​

As the Donna sat there, sipping her drink and awaiting the arrival of the subject of this little sojourn, Ket reached within his long leather coat, and pulled out an all too familiar sight to those whom knew him well; a silver cigarra case with the wolf's head crest of House Van-Derveld inlaid in obsidian. Opening it, he took a hand-rolled cigarra, and without so much as looking for a lighter, the tip began to glow a dim reddish-orange as he took a drag. As he exhaled the blueish tinted smoke, he placed the case back within the pocket of his coat before tapping it on the ashtray that sat near the pair on the table before them.

It was then that the arrival of Aktur Seii would occur, and the Donna greeted him in kind. As she offered her hand to the Boss of the Crimson Dawn, he made it his business to smoothly and quietly stand up from the table, and stand a few feet away from them, halfway into the shadows. Obviously, this was a meeting of two, not three, and as such, he was respectful of the Donna, giving her a slight nod as to indicated he would keep watch whilst allowing her and her new companion some privacy. Almost as soon as she was done speaking, before Aktur could get a word in edgewise, Fajyk Vasrell would come lumbering toward the table, speaking on something about a dark presence within their midst. Sapphire eyes would asses this giant oaf of a man, and Ket could not help but grin, the dim lights of the club glinting off elongated canine teeth.

Taking a few steps forward, he would place himself directly within the path of this interloper, and interlace his arms across his chest before he spoke.

"You are absolutely correct, my friend. There is, in fact, a very dark presence within the building. You are standing exactly 4 feet in front of it. And if you'd like to remain standing, I suggest you forget about it and move along to the bar with the rest of the rabble."

Ket Van-Derveld did not play games when it came to the safety of the Donna. After all, she was Family.​

 

[Fajyk Vasrell]

Ket Van-Derveld Ivory Stroud
The Drovian's fat-laced upper lip curled up into a slight sneer, his teeth glowing silver in the neon-laced light glinting and dancing over patrons, walls and the floor around the varied talking and laughing aliens. Those equally silver-illumed thick claws extending from the cephalopod alien's trunk-like limbs flexed into a harsh-looking approximation of a fist. Grimacing, narrowing her eyes and folding back her triangular ears at the taller alien's side, the batlike Qom Jha swiftly produced a vibrodagger from a small scabbard at one thin hip, her long tail folding down along a thigh defensively (It'd make a good grappling attack opportunity otherwise) as the chiropteran alien widened her stance, the barely-developed muscles beneath her brown-furred limbs rippling out as she grinned left-sidedly at the humanoid, her eyes narrowing.

However, Fajyk would have none of Lawq's defensiveness - not at the moment... Even as the smaller alien began to open her foxlike muzzle to retort, the taller alien's flexible, thick claws easily - yet firmly - clamped her mouth shut, even despite a yelp and an accompanying grumble of protest... Subtly nodding at her elder companion, the Qom Jha sheathed her vibrodagger and placed her dexterous fingers on the handle of a heavy blaster pistol, as exotic and bronzed as the Drovian's armor at her side.

Fajyk fondly patted the unkempt red hair, nearly the same shade as his own fiery topknot, atop Lawq's head, even as her free hand clasped at his wrist in an obviously affectionate manner, even despite a brief wobbling of her torso due to the booze in her system.

It was the Drovian who spoke, the fat-laced flesh of his dominant clawed arm raising as those flexible claws folded back into a fist, his bronze armor glinting around the thick bodyglove it was attached to. A single step on an odd, tri-clawed trunk-leg brought him closer to the human. Gesturing with a single claw, Fajyk spoke calmly, yet sternly. "I've no quarrel with you, and, being as your emotions haven't brought back the beacon that..." He paused, reluctant to speak of it for a moment, before he continued, "...that the Force revealed to my companion and I..." An immense, flat tongue, purple in the shadow that passed before another light made it glow akin to his skin, claws and eyes, moistened the Drovian's lips as he continued, still keeping that clenched fist raised.

"I was wishing to inform Master Seii that the Force warned me of a Darksider in the immediate area..."

At Fajyk's side, Lawq bit into her lip as she did her best to silence a recurrent, alcohol-fueled belch...

 

[Aktur Seii]

THE NEXUS
DENON

Aktur listened as the two aliens exchanged words with the Donna's protection. It was a most interesting discussion, brief as it was, but certainly revealing nonetheless. And while Aktur didn't know the name or identity of the individual that had accompanied Ms. Stroud, there was no mistaking the underlying sense of an intense life energy - one of the sentients in the galaxy with a strong connection to their Force - and it was enough to cause the Crimson Dawn leader to take note. Still, the situation balanced on an edge, and required a proverbial scalpel:

"One moment, Ms. Stroud..."

Aktur's attention shifted to the new arrivals. He knew the pair, they were mercenaries that had been employed in the past. Reliable to get a job done. The mention of a dark presence wasn't particularly concerning, as Crimson Dawn dealt with all manner of individuals of varying inclinations, but it was better to be safe than sorry:

"In order to avoid unpleasantness with any dark presence, Aktur began as he leaned in closer to Fajyk. He eyed the other sentient, Lawq, also. "Perhaps both you and your partner could take action to seek it out, and nip potential issues in the bud? I will contact you for updates on that shortly."

Once the pair were given a task, Aktur returned his attention to his other guests, Ms. Stroud and her mysterious companion. The latter oozed with life essence, to which Aktur had to steel his mind, to thwart his instinctual reaction to such a strong Force User being so close. Were it not for centuries of practice and exceptional willpower from his past experiences, he might well have done something... untoward. Unfortunately the want for that essence always called, it was a never ending compulsion, one that would never cease.

But it could be stymied.

"And now that you mention it, Ms. Stroud," Aktur smirked and took another sip of his whiskey, before he motioned to the Donna. "I do have a place for quieter discussion, yes. If you'll come this way."

The Crimson Dawn leader then walked from the bar, skirted the dancing masses, and began to walk up the stairs that gave access to the upper levels within the club. He maintained small talk, just something to pass the time, before he paused at a door on the uppermost level, to which there was a whir of mechanics and the lock opened.

"A very private office," Aktur mentioned as he opened the door and waited for Ms. Stroud - and her companion, if he followed - to enter prior to himself. He stepped in afterward. The meeting room was very secure, with a swath of anti-sensors and the like, as one might expect from a crime lord. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

The office was simple but filled with high quality. Expensive chairs and lounges, very comfortable, a desk on the fair side made of an imported rare wood, some interesting collectibles - masks, weapons, oddities - hung on the walls from various ancient species, and a plush rug covered most of the floor. There were mirrored windows that allowed vision to the club beneath.

It was more classy than gaudy, Aktur had seen to that.

Aktur also waited to see where the Donna sat, to which he would join her; there were two options - either the desk and chairs, or the long connected lounge. The desk tended to be more formal, the latter more social, but both could serve the purpose of business dealings.

"Now... where were we?"

Ivory Stroud | Ket Van-Derveld | Fajyk Vasrell​

 

[Ivory Stroud]

The Donna watched, intrigued, as her counterpart in the Crimson Dawn easily took charge of the conversation between her bodyguard & the greast beast of a creature standing in their midst. Immediately upon Aktur re-acknowledging her, she would make a subtle motion with two fingers; indicating in The Family's secret language for her Lupine escort to turn his attention back to the task at hand.

"And now that you mention it, Ms. Stroud," Aktur smirked and took another sip of his whiskey, before he motioned to the Donna. "I do have a place for quieter discussion, yes. If you'll come this way."

"Please, lead on." She replied, picking up her drink. With a nod, she would indicate to her escort to follow close behind.

She followed the crime lord through The Nexus, laughing politely at a jest the handsomely dangerous man made before remarking on the successful remodeling of the club. The building was a gleaming jewel; the music, a pulsing heartbeat to her ears. As they climbed the stairs, the fingers of her free hand brushed along the smooth guide rails and she took every step one-by-one. The intense, thudding beat reverberating in her chest faded as they left the dance floor behind.

Upon reaching the top-most level, she would wait patiently for the door to their private meeting room to open - peering at their host with a subtle smile upon her ruby lips. She entered first, as bidden, finding the small meeting room to be quite elegant. Beyond the walls and mirrored glass, the whirling, dancing lights of The Nexus below continued to sway to the beat of whatever song was playing.

She didn't recognize the tune, but she enjoyed the ambience all the same.

She took a moment to survey Aktur's private space, noting the fanciful decor, luscious rug, and intriguing art & collectibles on-display. Then, she chose the lounge - settling into the soft seating & smoothing the black dress down over her thighs. Like a lady, she crossed her ankles and tucked them away, relaxing under the gaze of both of her companions.

Now... where were we?"

The Donna brought her glass to her lips, swallowing a mouthful of the delicious cocktail. There was a soft, musical clink of ice against the glass as she finished her drink, then set the glass down on a small table beside the lounge.

Then, she reached up, taking hold of the wide brim of her fedora and lifting the hat clear from her head; revealing her porcelain skin, ruby lips, and alert violet eyes - which glittered pleasantly in the gentle lighting of the room. Luscious black hair of the deepest, darkest color was curled into a bun at the back of her skull, and her neckline - as well as a wealth of tattoos which covered her chest & arms - was on full display in all their glory. Nestled at her bosom, between her breasts, sat a small violet stone which sparkled with its own internal fire; a Kyber Crystal, worth a fortune, was set into a simple silver clasp & hung about a chain around her neck.

"Mr. Seii, this is my associate, Mr. Van-Derveld. I hope it's okay if he joins us... With what occured a few months ago, I'm sure you understand I would rather not be left without some form of protection. Even though The Nexus is your territory, no place on Denon is truly safe." She assumed he understood. The recent rise in Terrorism across the planet, reports of vigilantes operating in the shadows, and CorpSec's growing heavy-handedness kept those such as Ivory & Aktur on their toes.

Once The Nexus' owner had settled near her, she turned toward him, resting her palms in her lap.

"Let me begin, by congratulating you on your return, so to speak. Having suffered a similar but more debilitating injury in the past, I understand how difficult it is."

She shifted slightly, gathering her thoughts before continuing:

"As you are certainly aware of whom I represent, I'll get right to business. My Organization is gaining strength here in the system, as well as Denon itself. I'm coming to you tonight, for two reasons... The first, to introduce myself properly, and to ensure our goals align & we do not suffer any miscommunications in the future."

"Secondly," she said, licking her lips to wet them with the briefest of glances toward her bodyguard, "I've come to inform you of a... Recent acquisition, one of my associates in The Family has made here on Denon. I believe The Crimson Dawn may find this resource of interest."

Ket Van-Derveld Aktur Seii

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Standing there, he watched with animalistic precision, taking note of the small Qom Jha's unsheathing and subsequent re-sheathing of a blade at her large companion's behest. Bright sapphire eyes would then move back up toward the Drovian, never leaving as he spoke. The Old Wolf did not care one way or another about their reasoning or explanations. One step further toward The Donna, and he would make quick, bloody work of them. Yet, it was the Crimson Dawn's leader who's voice now spoke up, addressing the the pair of sentients standing in front of the Lupine.

He would turn his head only ever so slightly, keeping them within his peripheral vision, looking toward Ivory. As Aktur finished giving what he could only imagine being a busy-work, pointless task to the pair, Ivory would make a small, quick signal with her hands. He nodded lowly, and with that, he dismissed the Drovian and his Qom Jha pet without so much as another thought.

He kept his pace behind the Donna, his senses ever alert and mindful of everything around them. People, things, feelings, thoughts. He sensed from Aktur a sense of respect, yet something more. Toward himself, as it were, as if he wanted to do something. Something... rash. Yet, he did not. Slowly, he walked behind Ivory, no more than a few feet at any given moment. They would wait but a few seconds before being granted entrance to Aktur's personal office. It was gaudily appointed, with many expensive baubles and trinkets, and furniture that cost more than a good airspeeder.

Ket was not impressed in the least. He wasn't here to be impressed. He was here for one solitary reason; to ensure the Donna's safety, by any means required. The Lupine had burned down entire cities for less a reason than that. For now, as Ivory sat, Ket stood nearby, keeping his attentions focused on Aktur and his intent. As long as all went as the Donna had wished it to, then the rest of the evening would be pleasant indeed. If not? Let us hope it stayed pleasant.

Ivory Stroud | Aktur Seii​

 

[Aktur Seii]

THE NEXUS
DENON

Aktur placed his whiskey glass on the corner of the lounge table, as the Donna spoke.

"I daresay your associate would not much mind my opinion on the matter of accompanying you," Aktur said with a smirk, as he looked between the pair. With the introduction, however, there was now a name associated with the mysterious Force-laden individual. "But yes, I completely understand. Who would have thought some masked vigilantes had the gall to assault a place of business so brazenly? What's this world coming to?"

With the seating arrangement decided by his guest, Aktur likewise made his way to the long, soft lounge. Before the Crime Lord sat, he shrugged out of his suit jacket and placed it across the lounge armrest neatly, as he ran a hand over the material to avoid any wrinkles. Now in a crisp, dark shirt, Aktur took his seat - a single space away from the Donna - then crossed one leg over the other, as he proceeded to watch her get comfortable.

There were some details that were immediately noted; the rare violet kyber crystal, Aktur was very familiar with the shaped glass, the intricate tattoos displayed, and the contrast of porcelain skin and dark hair. With a smile on his face, Aktur remained comfortably seated, angled toward Ivory somewhat, and observed with dark eyes as she began to speak. Ivory mentioned the recent months with the club; and yes, the devastation to the Nexus had been rough. But far be it for Aktur not to turn an unfortunate event into an opportunity.

"Thank you," Aktur said in a low voice, as he chuckled. "Though, it was a setback that only helped Nexus, ironically. It's now even more infamous for the attack, which has shot the night club to the top of the Denon entertainment scene... if I ever see those masks again, I'll be sure to thank them. Among other things."

Aktur continued to listen, as he cast a casual glance toward Mr. Van-Derveld, who looked like he anticipated a threat from any direction. That assumption wasn't too far from the truth, as the office did boast some secrets for the Crime Lord's well-being, but they were reserved for those that Aktur considered enemies... and as yet, the pair before him did not meet that criteria.

"Well, Ms. Stroud, I can say that both you - and the Family - have my interest," Aktur said with a smile that didn't reach his dark eyes. "And that of Crimson Dawn's."

The Crime Lord was intrigued by the mention of a resource on Denon, which could be used by all concerned, as well as the willingness of the Donna to anticipate mutual agreement first. Aktur leaned forward and took up his drink glass again, before he took a sip and added:

"So... what do you propose?"

Ivory Stroud | Ket Van-Derveld​

 

[Ivory Stroud]

"So... what do you propose?"

The Donna leaned forward, draping her left elbow over the top of the lounge upon-which she rested; looking quite comfortable as her other hand rested in her lap. As she began speaking, her voice was measured & musical:

"A few months ago, one of my associates came across quite the find - a business, here on Denon, which trafficked in an intriguing & unique product: the sale, distribution, and experience of Memories. Apparently, the technology required is somewhat common on the underground market, with quite the diverse range of clientele..."

"An entire refurbishment of the establishment has already been completed, and all fees & licensing have been paid. The business, called Reveries Denon, will be opening in a short time; entirely legitimate, with a majority of the employees privately hired from Denon's civilian population. For the most important positions, of course, I'm using individuals employed through my Organization; book-keeping, security, and the like."

She took a breath, then continued. "This will be a significant step forward in The Family's plans here on Denon; the market for memories-on-demand is surprisingly quite good, and we even have a small selection to choose from, acquired from the business' previous owner... However, I'm looking to expand our selection considerably; focusing, mainly, in memories & experiences which are, you could say..." she paused, giving her host a knowing smile, "a little more niche."

At this, she shifted, dropping her elbow and leaning forward slightly, speaking with her hands.

"What I propose is this: I would like to offer members of the Crimson Dawn exclusive top-tier membership to our facilities, in exchange for experiences & memories which we can then provide to others at a cost we will set. The process of copying these memories is painless, and I've been assured poses no threat of breaking anonymity, meaning the identities of those involved remain a secret. We will offer quite the sum for experiences we find interesting, meaning members of The Crimson Dawn will be well-paid for their time..."

Her thin, perfectly-manicured black eyebrows rose slightly, "Which also means, there is an opportunity available for the Crimson Dawn to also launder credits in our facilities, should the need arise."

She raised a hand, palm out - as-if to stop an immediate answer in the negative. "Now, I have no doubt that you possess resources of your own. However, our operations would allow for a significant amount of credits to change hands daily, as we'll be catering to literally every class of Denonite - including Corpos. Meaning, we'd be able to offer a secure format for funneling credits to & from your assets both here in the system as well as elsewhere in the galaxy."

She studied Aktur's face for a moment, pausing long enough to allow any questions before she continued.

Ket Van-Derveld Aktur Seii Mairéad Solus Marcella Fiora

 

[Aktur Seii]

THE NEXUS
DENON

From the comfort of the lounge, drink in hand, Aktur leaned back and crossed a leg over his knee. He listened, Ivory had his undivided attention, and the proposal was certainly an enticing one. Who would have thought, memories and experiences, all for sale to those that sought them. It was both unexpected, but also unavoidable, with how technology developed and the speed at which it did. He could already imagine the extensions of what Ivory and the Family aimed to achieve, perhaps even allowing clientele to control the experience...

In truth, Aktur had remained in a more stable hustle on Denon, dealing with nightclubs and other such establishments.

Sentients sought entertainment, and yes memories were that, but alcohol and vices was more reliable generally.

Though far be it for Aktur to ignore a potential earning position.

But.

"An intriguing proposal, indeed," Aktur said slowly, as he leveled his dark gaze at his guest. "And here I had thought it merely to try and align our respective groups, being that Crimson Dawn isn't afraid to get its hands obscenely dirty for gain. Yet, you offer a wholly different business opportunity, as odd as it may seem for the mind to hear it spoken aloud..."

Another sip from the glass.

"The exclusive membership, the laundering, the capacity to move large quantities of financial sources across the galaxy? Those sound ideal, truly. What kind of Crime Lord would I be not to see the potential of such a relationship, hm? However, there remains one, tiny, small potential issue I see with the proposal--"

Aktur raised an eyebrow.

"--nothing is ever truly, in the literal sense, anonymous. Yes?"

The Crime Lord cleared his throat and sat forward somewhat, as he leaned closer to his guest. His voice lowered, almost a whisper between Ivory and himself, as he smiled.

"You want to copy memories, experiences. But I see potential incrimination, with Crimson Dawn activities viewable."

Aktur remained smiling, as his dark eyes regarded the Donna.

"However, I see potential for a compromise. As I said, this seems a very interesting - and potentially exciting - venture to be part of... so, in lieu of Crimson Dawn memories and experiences, I propose the same terms you outlined, with the adjustment that my people will procure and supply your facility with the sentients that have those memories you seek."

Aktur offered a shrug as he eased back, took another sip of drink.

"Criminals, bounty hunters, mercenaries. Those that would accept payment, or otherwise might be... enticed to take part in the process you would use. The method and agreements would remain unchanged, you would still get what you sought, but we would both remain in positions to avoid complications toward the other - a veritable win-win, as it were.

"Though, I would require protection on laundered finances, culpable to your people if things go awry, and a small percentage as a silent partner. Nothing extensive, a mere five to ten percent is appropriate I feel, for the risk Crimson Dawn would be taking in supplying you."

Eyebrows raised, as Aktur concluded:

"How does that strike your fancy, Ms. Stroud?"

Ivory Stroud | Ket Van-Derveld​

 

[Ivory Stroud]

"The exclusive membership, the laundering, the capacity to move large quantities of financial sources across the galaxy? Those sound ideal, truly. What kind of Crime Lord would I be not to see the potential of such a relationship, hm? However, there remains one, tiny, small potential issue I see with the proposal--"

Aktur raised an eyebrow.

"--nothing is ever truly, in the literal sense, anonymous. Yes?"

She had to concede that point, and did so with a nod & a subtle turn of her hand in his direction; acquiescing to his statement. Were she in his position, she would have said the same. Their vetting process, to even obtain access to such "incriminating" memories, would be better than some governments... but, that fact didn't really matter in the grand plan. She entirely understood his reservations. The Donna watched, holding eye-contact with her counterpart in the Crimson Dawn - unflinchingly so - and listened to his every word.

"How does that strike your fancy, Ms. Stroud?"

His counter-offer was a good one, but she had to be cautious - agreeing too quickly, for people in their position, was often a sign of desperation or carelessness. She was neither desperate or careless. It would certainly have appeared that the Crimson Dawn was getting much more out of this deal than The Family was... but, as The Donna had explained to her Council, this was an investment in their future - in more ways than one.

"I can assure you, I will take personal responsibility for any complications which might arise - at this time, other than the three people in this room, only one other person is aware of our conversation this evening. Her name is Marcella Fiora and she is my acting Caporegime on Denon. All Family Business conducted in the Denon System is overseen by her & her alone, and if we find this partnership mutually beneficial, she'll be your direct contact for any & all questions and concerns."

"Regarding the matter of payment, as a silent partner, I'm happy to offer you 7%, payable to you within the first six months of operation; which will then extend to 7% each year, assuming we find this partnership agreeable in the long term. Of course, these terms only apply to Reveries on Denon, and not the total sum from other establishments elsewhere."

It was her turn to lean forward slightly, closing the distance between them enough to extend her right hand in a gesture of mutual agreement. In The Family, a handshake was as binding as a blood oath.

"Do we have an accord?"

Aktur Seii Ket Van-Derveld Mairéad Solus

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Politicking and maneuvering, back room deals and hushed whispers of things not meant for the kine's ears. It was all old hat in his mind, but he'd be lying to himself if he tried to deny the certain aspect of nostalgia it brought up for him. Such were the thoughts of the Donna's Bodyguard as he watched them in silence, his Lupine sense of hearing picking up all the little inflections and tonal shifts in their speech, however tiny those shifts may be. One little detail most assuredly did not escape him, and even he could not help but raise an eye brow just a tad.

Aktur, for all his calm, cool, and collected demeanor, let slip something that Ket zeroed in on almost the instant it came from the leader of the Crimson Dawn's lips. 'What kind of Crime Lord would I be...' He thought it odd, to use such a term aloud, regardless of where they were. Almost as if he were trying to posture, yet, it did him no favors. At least with him, that much was certain. With the Donna however? Ket couldn't be absolutely sure, but he could make an educated guess. Ivory would never betray her own position by even letting either Aktur or Ket gain an inkling of a clue however. She was a shrewd and capable negotiator.

As they continued to talk, Ket gleaned one important thing from it all; Ivory was playing the long game. He found it all rather intriguing, but his days of making deals like this were over, at least for the time being. For now, the Lupine had other plans to attend. In this moment, however, sapphire blue eyes shifted to Ivory's hand, waiting for the shake. Because if Aktur did shake, that meant more than an accord. It meant that if he betrayed that accord, Ivory's Monster would come a-callin'... and that was nothing you wanted anything to do with. Ever.

Ivory Stroud | Aktur Seii​

 

[Aktur Seii]

THE NEXUS
DENON

Aktur smiled.

The negotiations seemed on track to be short and sweet, which was how the Crime Lord liked it. The capacity to make deals quickly and efficiently was incredible when posturing and egos were removed from the equation, and so far both involved had shared - what Aktur believed to be - a mutual respect. Whether that was the case, who was to truly say, but the result of that potential had been a quick discussion and agreement.

From outside the conversation, the protection glared intensely, with almost palpable waves of menace from Mr. Van-Derveld.

Aktur's dark eyes remained fixated on Ivory Stroud, however, as he listened to her closing points for the discussion. She confirmed some details, mentioned the Caporegime that would be a future contact for Denon activities, and concluded with an additional offer of continued percentage gain. It all seemed very accommodating, certainly generous, and might have caused others to hesitate and consider other angles.

But not Aktur.

His interests were beyond mere credits or percentage gains.

"Oh? So once this conversation is concluded, I'll be relegated to speaking with Ms. Fiora and not yourself?" The Crime Lord mused with his smile still in place, as he reached out to wipe away non-existent dust on the top of the lounge, nearer the Donna's arm. "That's a shame... I do so enjoy your company."

Nonetheless, Aktur cleared his throat and took a final sip of his drink, before he set the glass down and leaned closer to the Donna.

"An accord, then."

Aktur reached out and took her hand, which he shook firmly...

Ivory Stroud | Ket Van-Derveld​

 

[Ivory Stroud]

The Donna smiled, gripping her counterpart's hand firmly - shaking on their agreement. The deal had been struck, and their business on Denon begun in earnest.

"Oh? So once this conversation is concluded, I'll be relegated to speaking with Ms. Fiora and not yourself?" The Crime Lord mused with his smile still in place, as he reached out to wipe away non-existent dust on the top of the lounge, nearer the Donna's arm. "That's a shame... I do so enjoy your company."

It would have been impossible to notice the flash of amusement in her eyes as The Donna grinned, shifting nearer in his direction. "We are business partners, are we not? The daily operations at Reveries will be overseen by Ms. Fiora and her associates, but I'm certain you & I have much more in common that what appears on the surface... As it is, the night is young, I have no pressing matters to attend to - and you're such a handsome & gracious host."

The flattery he paid, she returned.

Then, she turned her gaze toward her escort - the brooding Ket Van-Derveld . The devilish grin never left her beautiful face as her thin eyebrows rose, lifting a hand to get his attention. "Darling, if you'd be so kind - please head downstairs and bring me another drink. You know how I like it." Then, she made a series of gestures with the same hand: two fingers held aloft, circled tightly in the air, then collapsed into a fist with her thumb extended. To Ket, and only to Ket, the meaning of the gesture would be clear:

<Wait outside. I'll call you if I need you.>

Without speaking, she'd indicated she felt comfortable enough to be left unsupervised for a time. Then, she turned her attention back to the gentleman seated across from her - settling into her seat once more.

"First, business. After, pleasure. When I was here last, I only saw the outside of the building - all shattered glass and blaster scoring. Since this is my first visit to The Nexus in earnest... Do you have time for a private tour? I would be delighted to see the improvements you've made."

Aktur Seii