The Shindig Job [The Kathol Outback and friends]

[Matthew Robinson]

[member="Runi Verin"] [member="Cerita Sarova"]

It felt like Matt was running into a parked-speeder. But that speeder still stumbled and moved toward the balcony as he moved. Still, the bruises were real. Forward, forward, forward until POP.

The lights were back on.

His goon was going over the edge. And by association so was Matt. The empath grimaced as the man disappeared over the lip, as he tried to twist to a stop. But the grimace wasn't due to his own impending take-off. It was due to the pain from Goon Left. Blokes had a code about where not to hit. Don't mess with the jewels, mate.

But the dark-haired medic couldn't think about that as he was pitched over the railing.

"All to pot," he muttered, twisting as he managed to get a handhold on the railing before he followed Goon Right into the thorns, below. He grunted. He heard green-girlie talking about boyfriends and Runi speak some language he definitely didn't know. Pateesa? What kind of nickered-sissy word...

Matt knew medical terms. Not language studies. This whole job was turning into a bit of a damp squib.

"Oy, some help would be brilliant. Ladies?" He grunted. Fingers slipping. Aw feth, [member="Bryce Bantam"] would never let him live it down if he broke his arm again.

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza’s gaze wavered over toward the sudden appearance of [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], wondering if he’d followed her, the agent, or and simply heard the commotion. Either way he’d managed to take out her assailant.

She grunted a bit as he began to heal her wound, a bit jealous of his ability to do so. Her own Force healing abilities had disappeared, and she was still a bit upset by the loss. “Thanks, man. I owe you one.” She nodded as her injury closed up, her demeanor transitioning from bubbly into something more serious. “I’ll be fine, he only got me in the shoulder. I’ve had worse before.” A low chuckle left her lips as she tossed her head, flicking some of the stray hairs from her eyes.

“She took off upstairs, I’m not sure exactly where.” Extending her uninjured arm, she called the blaster to her and peeked out into the fray. “You go on and help your girlfriend, but I think it’s time we disappear.” She cleared her throat, referring to the commotion that was the dance floor.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

[member="Joza Perl"]

He smiled down at her, pulling her up gently. He saw her jealousy as he healed her wound, and then her remark saying that she owed his one, the comment was definitely not what he was expecting. Then she mention Ria being his girlfriend, and he laughed, trying to cover up his blush. "She's.... we're not.... we're just good friends! Honest.... but you said upstairs? Bex, take your girlfriend out of here, might want to give those party distractions a whirl. Joza, try to not do anything that will put stress on that wound, or then you'll owe me two favors."

With that he gave Joza a wink before running off to find [member="Ria Misrani"].

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"Oh cool," the boy murmured, trying to image a flock of buzzdroids taking apart a ship.

He didn't know droid could do that. Like locusts. Mechanical, droid locusts!

At the question about the others, the clone looked up for a moment, then laughed. It wasn't hard to imagine Sor-Jan or the others in over their head, but in actual danger was a different thing. "She'll be right!" the boy offered, the Mandalore accent coming through as the clone uttered the idiom. "They do these things all the time."

Maybe not galas, per se. The whole dressing up, formal party thing was actually kind of new. For Sor-Jan anyway, as far as the clone knew. But then, he'd still been living on Sullust during the time when Sor-Jan had attended the Republic Charity Gala. Still, as fighting conspiracies and secret agents went, this was all par for the course.

"What'cha gonna name your buzzdroid?" the youngling asked, getting back to the more interesting topic.

[member="Aerin The Lost"]​

 

[Aerin Kath]

"Haven't decided yet, really gotta think on it when I get it working."

Aerin sighs as Dumpster comes back with literal metal scraps and gears in a tool box. "Seriously dumpster? Scraps?" Dumpster beeps at Aerin ' I'd have had to take parts from a ship boss, don't think anybody would like that, not a bit.'

" I'll make something out of it, but I need more droid bits sometime, and I'm not scrapping the Buzz project. Anyway, you gonna finish that sandwich you got there?" Aerin points out the youngling's uneaten food, while taking out another nutrition packet "you definitely have better food then I do..."

[member="3X744"]​

 

[Bryce Bantam]

BB has just gotten outside to get the server who had fallen asleep near the wine cellar when a large man came crashing down a few meters from then.

"Poodoo, kid go get help," BB said to the still sleepy server as he motioned back inside.

Once the server disappeared BB, having already run over to the fallen man found him quite dead with a broken neck. Looking up to see where he had fallen from he saw [member="Matthew Robinson"] hanging from a balcony by what looked like his finger tips.

"You ok up there?" BB shouted to Matt.

Not waiting for reply BB looked around and found a large wheeled trash dumpster filled with what looked like food waste. Not the best landing spot but probably better than hard rockcrete BB though as he ran over to it and wheeled the dumpster underneath Matt.

"If you need to fall, drop in here Matt." BB called up to him again not sure if he heard his remark.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Tilzi"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Kaili Talith"]

She hung off the mandalorian's elbow, speaking in low tones. "They have people in the staff, they know we're here and have scanners," she murmured softly. "Tried to remove me. Bryce is being a good boy and dealing with three of them, but they'll be missed soon."

Shaking her glass she made it known she needed a new drink. “I’m going to refresh my beverage, Coral.” Allyson walked past ever so close to Alec and whispered, So you were able to peel yourself from your work terminal - impressive.

For a variety of reasons, Alec Rekali started to sweat. Two trains of thought ran more or less in parallel.

We need to broaden our focus to the staff.

Awfeth, so that's how it's going to be, and with her girlfriend here and everything.​

​

No overarching way to detect the Qektoth; we'll have to stick to the handheld scanners.

Wonder what it would take to snag her for real.​

​

Best play might just be business as usual, but step things up. Faster we do what we came here to do-

Too fething much to do. Gotta focus on the Qektoth.​

-the faster we remove their capability to remove us. It's a race.

Maybe I should seduce Kaili Talith. That'd show her.​

​

Locke was there and gone in an instant, leaving only a hint of her scent in the air. Alec refocused on the witch. "Noted. We don't have any aces in our sleeve on this one. All we can really do is accelerate -- get them before they get us. Even if that means a little bit of exposure. We can massage the consequences later."

 

[Runi Verin]

[member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Cerita Sarova"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]
​

Their mutual acquaintance, huh? Any guilt she might have entertained about nut-cracking the guy was quickly absolved by those two words. If anything, she was starting to think she’d taken it a little too easy on him. The Qektoth and First Order were simply bogeymen; the tales of their atrocities coming second hand. Gallows’ misdeeds by contrast were much more personal and raw. That karking, force-forsaken, osik-eating grin he’d sported as he’d screwed them over and left them to die etched into every fibre of her being. She might have shunned the Verd and Zambrano pastimes of wanton destruction and cold blooded murder, but Gallows was the kind of man that made you think long and hard about embracing a few of those familial traditions.

She took a dangerous step forward towards the downed thug, yet her fingers curled into death blow that never came to pass, the flicker of dark intent that had shifted through the force being snuffed out as quickly as it has appeared. No. That wasn’t her. And more importantly, the thug wasn’t Gallows. His crimes, while plentiful, weren’t the same. His death would’ve been an empty one. Besides, alive, he could provide information on Gallows, the Qektoth and maybe the First Order if they were lucky. That alone was enough to warrant his stay of execution.

“Boyfriend?” There was a snort. “Starting to think you’re projecting your own desperation again, Vor’ika. You know that offer for paying for those Zeltros cabana boys is still open, ‘lek?”

A smirk dawned and then abruptly set across her features in quick succession, a bitten down oath of ‘Fierfek’ tumbling past her lips in its stead as her gaze settled on a distinctly open space where Matthew should have been standing. Unless he happened to moonlight as a magician on top of that doctoring and spying, a guy that gangly simply lacked the grace to pull a vanishing act without leaving some sort of trace. That left one very real, potentially fatal alternative.

“Oh you have gotta be kidding me.”

Sure enough, four little white fingers hung grimly to the lip of the balcony.

“Sarova, hand. Now.” The Mandalorian barked, pausing only to shuck her flimsy dance shoes off before she cleared the distance, almost pitching herself over the edge as she reached to grab the guy’s shoulder. Unfortunately, that was almost the full extent of what aid she could render whilst flying solo, simply lacking the mass – not to mention strength - required to haul up someone one handed. The other one was preoccupied with trying to keep her from sharing the same fate as the good herbalist here.

“Do me a favour,” She grunted down at Matthew, “If you’re dumb enough to listen to the kid and try for the trash can, don’t double down the stupidity and try for the – Kark, how much do you weigh? -- obligatory flip while you’re at it. Didn’t work out too well for our friend down there.”

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Wait. Was that? Oh, no she didn't! We are so screwed!

The first thought from the Mandalorian when he saw the cute girl take out the detection device and placed it on his cheek. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated when this stunt was pulled off from the woman. Now everything was compromised! Either they'd be hunted down one by one, or the agents that they were after were off to try to avoid being captured, killed, drugged, and whatever methods one could pull off when trying to neutralize somone.

I didn't even get to smoke this spice!

But now was not the time to worry about getting high and get a drink. Now was the time to get his rear into high gear and do something. After Kaili apologized for being so rude without giving an explanation, Lok followed her when she motioned him to follow her and ended up right next to her at the bar.

"One Coruscanti martini," the youngster said and knew that his dad would be so disappointed if he ordered something like a martini or a wine. But hey, he had to try to keep a low profile. He then began at the Kaili girl and said, "Are you trying to get us killed," in a low whisper with an angry tone. He then observed the two girls that she was looking at and realized that one of those was her girlfriend.

I hope it's not Ally!

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Alec Rekali"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Poof. Lights went out.

"Uh."

A few people gasped, then came the sound of crunching bones and fleshy impact of fists colliding with meat from nearby. Like, right nearby.

Lights went back up.

Luce turned, brown eyes widening at the sight of some poor guy doing a full gainer over a balcony. Wasn't that the doc, Robbosum? Robotsin? A dark haired girl sprang to the rescue, kicking off her shoes like she meant business.

Looked as though she managed to grab the guy, but was having trouble pulling him back up. She called for someone named Sarova, but Shorn's training had already kicked in. Before he knew what he was doing, he was already leaning over the balcony and reaching for the guy's other wrist. The balcony rim pressed hard into his gut until he could barely draw breath. No matter how hard he strained, his fingers didn't quite reach.

"Sithspit."

This was never going to work.

Luce hopped back, then seized the balcony with both hands and hauled himself over. One foot found the stone lip, the other he wedged in between the balcony railings. Holding tight to the balcony with one hand, he seized Rob's wrist - the one the chick wasn't already grabbing - in the other.

"We got you, Doc, just hang in there."

Muscles groaned in protest as Luce pulled for all he was worth.

[member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Miya Ashera]

"Uh huh" Saoirse said with a look that clearly suggested that she did not buy it being a simple misunderstanding. As he elaborated that look vanished and got replaced with amusement as he made her laugh. "Oh, right. A simple misunderstanding to be sure. I can't imagine why she'd react in that way" Saoirse laughed again, mocking him a little with gentle sarcasm.

"A real shame" she said in agreement, nodding slowly in a tone of obviously faked pity. "Suppose you'll have to find it elsewhere" was there a certain suggestiveness to her tone? Surely not! She was a lady.

Saoirse was about to give a reply, after he forced out an almost embarrassed laugh with the triple compliment. Duke of Belfort and Sass. She liked it. Again, she chuckled. All this smiling couldn't be healthy. "Belfort and Sass? Yes, I can believe that" she added with a lightly playful smirk.

"I'm Saoirse. No titles, I'm afraid. I'm just a pilot" Oh, was that what she was tonight? Fair enough. She had gone by many such tags, changing them out almost as frequently as some changed their clothes. In the past months it had gone from bartender to club owner, spice smuggler to unemployed prisoner, finally landing on... Smuggler? Pilot. Yeah, suppose that worked. Only obstacle was that she was a pilot without a ship and with a smidge of debt to her name. She had arrived in a ship, yes, but it wasn't technically hers.

"Oh" she had almost forgotten about the question he had asked her before. "And I was invited here by our friend in the bathroom. But you can see how much fun he turned out to be" she did a theatrical eye roll followed by a dismissive smile. Yeah, she'd ditch that guy in a heartbeat.

OOC: Sorry for the delay! Been in the process of moving out of my apartment

[member="Noah Bright"]

 

[Noah Bright]

Noah chuckled at [member="Saoirse Reyes"] sense of playfulness and good humor. Few there were women who could laugh the old Admiral to the face. Fewer still who could give as good they got. All in all. Making Reyes a true diamond among women-kind. That strange strange species.

"Well I..."

And then the lights went out, and servers got knocked over, and blasters got fired in broom closets, and basically the TKO gang did it's 'we're crazy' thing. Ya know. The usual.

"Miss Saoirse, would you care to talk more outside? ...Just. Well. Before somebody blows up the dance floor and all that.?"

He smirked but there was a seriousness to his tone that wasn't there before. Only moments before Noah was here to socialize and be playful. Here to grant the women of today's pitiful palace all of the pleasures they could enjoy. Alas... The mission was quickly catching up to him. He had to shift his dance moves.

Noah grabbed a whole bottle of dark wine and two wine glasses on his way towards the balcony. Snatching them right out of the server's hand with a thief's gentle reply,

"Ah ha! And something to drink as our dashing heroes make their fine retreat. Most excellent."

He smiled and ducked out the wide balcony doors. For the mission, to take stock. For a woman? The moonlight.

 

[Tarok Vassket]

[member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]

Tilzi gave a curt nod at Alec's reply. Practical, she liked that. Her blood was already up from the fist fight in the wine cellar and Bantam's boldness, but now her pulse was racing. This was a hunt. Different environment, different prey, but a hunt the same. Her enemy was dangerous, well hidden, camouflaged even. "Happy hunting," she whispered as she moved away. Alec could choose to interpret that as regarding the Qektoth or Miss Locke as she pleased.

Turning on her heel, she decided to head back towards the dance floor and her original plan. A part of her mind, or anatomy, wondered where the young medic had gone. But no sooner had she reached the floor than someone distinctly male cleared his voice beside her. She turned to find the man she'd been approaching earlier waiting patiently.

"Good evening, I'm Dassit Fawk, could I perhaps have this dance?"

She saw his eyes turn to her dress. "Of course, I'm Tilzi...Marte. I can only apologise about the dress, I was hoping you'd ask earlier actually, but a waiter managed to spill wine on me."

Fawk waved this away. He was quite young, maybe her age or younger. "If it wasn't your fault, it's not for you to apologise. Marte, that's a family on Teta isn't it?"

Tilzi smiled, "You know your noble families!"

"But of course. A pleasure to have you at our little ball, it must seem quite low key to you!" Fawk replied. "I heard there were a lot of Zabraks in the family. My you're very tall for a lady aren't you?"

Charming, she thought to herself. It was a struggle to keep the grimace from her face. "Yes indeed, I'm from a tall family," she replied. Bored of his drivel, she reached to take his arm. That was when three men melted from the crowd and appeared around Dassit. Her scanner buzzed under her frilly sleeve.

Fawk turned towards them, seemingly unperturbed. "We're done with our business right? Just going for a dance."

There was a pause. "For now, yes. Enjoy yourself Mr. Fawk." Tilzi's suitor seemed entirely oblivious to the way the three men eyed her wearily.

Once they were a suitable distance away she decided to enquire further. "I'm afraid I don't know the steps to this one, you'll have to guide me." Eugh, letting him take the lead. "Those men seemed very serious."

"Oh just business things. I have very important defence contracts to arrange you see. All critical stuff. These kind of events are a great time for lots of arrangements to be made. You'll find all sorts in private rooms away from the floor trying to hammer out new trade arrangements, that kind of thing..."

Mansplaining too. Brilliant. Tilzi smiled, albeit thinly, and let him guide her into a simple dance. His hand was placed very tentatively on her hip. She needed to ditch the man-child and report back to Alec. The staff were compromised, but they were already working their way in with local officials. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted those finely dressed Qektoth speaking with a waiter. There was lots of gesticulating going on. Perhaps best not to stray from Fawk for now. Whilst he was close, they likely wouldn't have another go at killing her. She pulled the man a little closed as she followed him into the next turn. He was an appalling dancer and nearly stumbled, but she did hear the sharper intake of breath at the tight press.

 

[Allyson Locke]

So it seems [member="Alec Rekali"] couldn’t pull herself away from work. Allyson mused at it as she saw from the corner of her eye [member="Kaili Talith"] quickly excuse herself from the conversation she was having with the [member="Lok Munin"] look a like. In the same sense, she saw the boy glance at her which meant he did recognize her. She continued towards the bar and placed her empty glass at the end of the table, every urge of hers told her to just get the alcohol, but she had promised and ordered another soda. Sighing softly, she reached for the drink and in that same motion someone bumped into her.

“Excuse me.” The man that spoke was slightly taller than her and she raised an eyebrow. “It's fine.” She spoke as she grabbed her glass quickly and sipped it. He didn’t move out of her way, Allyson frowned slightly as she was now somewhat pinned against the bar counter. Unlike the others she didn't wear one of the detectors, mostly because it didn’t really go with her dress and she hadn’t planned on leaving Kaili’s side for the evening. If only she could just control her desire to be the center of everyone’s affections for one night!

“Okay, dude you really need to move” Allyson was starting to get frustrated. She decided it was time to use her brute Corellian strength and push her way through the man and the small crowd. Stepping forward, the man finally paid her attention again and grabbed her arm tightly. A grin and a hushed threat rang in Allyson’s ear, “Don’t move, or it's over.”

Yep, probably should have stayed with Kaili.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Lucien Shorn"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"]

Blood.
Blood was always the key in any given situation.
Blood kept you alive.

But blood also was the key to any trail set. Once again she chipped away at her own skin and let a little trickle slip onto the second goon. She was going to interrogate him, of course, but it could never hurt to ensure a proper trail for if your prey somehow got away.

“Hmm?”

Sarova looked up at Verin straining against the bulky weight of Matt, but before she could step in and help a blur emerged from the hall, jumping in eagerly to help out those in need.

An eyebrow was raised, but apparently even two people were not enough to save the doctor from… a thorny butt?

“A little dramatic, don’t you guys think?” The green-skinned woman walked over and looked down to where the other goon had landed. Lots of thorn bushes, a fairly reasonable height - but nothing that would kill you, unless you were really unlucky… or stupid.

Right, stupid.

With that realization setting in Cerita grabbed hold of Verin’s offered hand and pulled.

See, this was where things got flunky. Because contrary to popular interpretation she wasn’t a Falleen or even a Zelosian: what she was was a plant who could shape her mass and body in many creative ways. Such was the fact that Sarova was way more heavy than her appearance would suggest, courtesy to cellular mass spread out through her body.

Mostly that mass was kept for a rainy day.

If she was ever stuck without water, food or whatever and needed to draw nutrition from something. (Her adventure with Runi had convinced her that this was the right way to go)

But in this instance it could also be used to reshape the muscle-like tendons underneath her skin and increase her strength. Exponentially, fractionally, linearly, whatever got the job done, really.

So she heaved and all three probably heaved with her, getting back to the ‘safe’ side of the ledge.

Afterwhich Cerita was planning on going back to her trailed goon… only to find him running while cradling his bruised… things.

“Ah kark.” That’s when she started running.

 

[Matthew Robinson]

[member="Runi Verin"][member="Lucien Shorn"][member="Cerita Sarova"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]

"Glad you got my," he grunted, "back, Bryce." Or would it be feet? The grunt came without a glance down. Feth no was he looking down. That would be breaking rule number one of what not to do when hanging over a ledge. And he just got this suit. Rule number two: don't fall into a rubbish receptacle when wearing a new suit, or really, anytime.

Just as quickly as his fingers slipped Runi was there. And his shoulder protested from its socket. There was a question of weight.

"Oy," straining and gritting of teeth, "I'm average for my height, okay?" The doc offered a mocking, offended sniffle, briefly flashing a tense, goofy grin. And then a younger bloke arrived. The force was ready to fire up in his muscles and make him stronger than the kid that just graduated med-school but there was no need.

His lanky-form was being hauled over the edge. With a twist and a heave he found his footing. "That was," he rotated his shoulder, catching his breath, "bloomin' close. Told you I'd need help," dark-brows raised in the direction of Runi.

Goon and green girl were already off. Hunching over, Matt waved his hands at the others. "Go, I'll catch up."

He needed a moment. Or three. And who the heck was the kid that helped pull him over? Probably was just a few years younger than Matt, maybe? Sticking to kid.

 

[Runi Verin]

As a former(?) Warden of the Sky, Runi had learn that help could arise from the most unlikely of sources. Probably the reason she had asked [member="Cerita Sarova"] to lend her a hand in the first place. As much as she valued the woman’s talent and occasional company, between her borderline sociopathic tendencies and complete disregard for anything that didn’t directly affect her or her interests, there was very little evidence to support the idea that she might actually risk her neck for a practical stranger.

Yet it was such a stranger that help did arrive, a scruffy looking teen – perhaps a year or two younger than Runi herself – almost throwing himself over the edge of the balcony to save both the good doctor and very likely Runi from sharing the fate of goon number one. Who, incidentally, seemed to enjoy the dramatic given that he was currently staring back at her over [member="Matthew Robinson"] ‘s shoulder. Now, she was no medical professional, but she was pretty sure that necks weren’t supposed to bend that way.

“Pretty sure we passed average a few pounds of cake back,” Runi grunted as she tried to gain some leverage, her elbow practically a sea of wildfire as the shoddy biolinks in her cybernetics vehemently protested at the added weight. There are few things in life that could sober you up quite like a heaping dose of pain. When even the blackest cups of stimcaf failed, it could unfailingly drag you out of the depths of the worst haze. Which meant for someone like Runi Verin, who at best was merely buzzed, she was treated to the full effect of every frayed and mangled nerve from her elbow up lighting like an end of year lifeday tree. “Fierfek, if you survive this, we’re so putting you on a karking di--”

She was interrupted by Cerita abruptly hauling all three of them back into the realms of safety, with the kind of effortlessness that was almost embarrassing as it was infuriating, already turning her attention elsewhere. As if three hundred, four hundred pounds was nothing more than a fleeting distraction.

“--- And you couldn’t have done that earlier, because?” She grunted sourly, rubbing her elbow joint with her good arm, the cybernetic replacement all but hanging limply at her side. Wrenching it like that hadn’t done it any favours. Nor had her tinkering with it fit in the Qektoth sensor. If she was lucky, she’d only misaligned a few of the connections. If not… “Cerita, let him run. You marked him, right? ‘sides we’ve got bigger problems right now. Getting out of here before anyone finds the guy currently fertilising the lawn for starters -- and I couldn’t have been the only one to hear that blaster shot, right?”

She spared a glance at [member="Lucien Shorn"]. He might have stepped up to the plate in a pinch, a fact that may have endeared him somewhat, but the fact remained that he was still a relatively unknown quantity. In her experience, heroes didn't just ride out of nowhere on some shining swoop bike. “Then there’s also this to contend with.”

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"This?"

Shorn scanned those mocha-skinned features. A yellow tattoo ran across the width of her oval face, just beneath the eyes and across the nose. A Kiffar? Neat.

What was going on again? This who?

"Oh, me. Name's Luce, Alliance smokejumper. Came here to- well it doesn't matter, but I'm here to help."

His eyes wandered over to the green lady. Sheesh, she'd been strong. Like, abnormally strong. In Luce's experience there were usually only two reasons for that kind of strength: cybernetic augmentations, or she was shooting up. And he didn't see any of the usual indications of cybernetics.

Anyway, first thing was first. Alliance had trained him as a smokejumper, a kind of aerial firefighter. Usually meant putting out capital ship fires in space with a stream of foam from a small craft, but he had also received some basic first aid. Luce quickly gave the doc a once over.

"Hey, you ok? That was a rough tumble. If you have any lingering pain-"

Oh wait, he was talking to the doc. Luce rubbed his stomach absently, easing the abrasions from the balcony edge.

"Uuuh, well you know what to do."

His head swung back to the green lady. "So what're you on? Neutron Pixie? Adrenal? Booster Blue? That stuff'll mess you up."

[member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

For a brief moment, Alec and Allyson sandwiched the operative between them. Or rather, Alec and the bar made a double decker sandwich of the slinky pilot and the man grabbing her arm. Look, bottom line, there was sandwiching going on when Alec pressed herself up against the man's back.

He wore a tight broad belt. Her wrist blade slipped out of her ridiculous puffed sleeve and punched through that belt into his kidney. There was very little blood - externally. As he staggered away, clearly unwell, Alec offered the pilot a brilliant smile. Her wrist blade vanished without being noticed.

"Can I get you an actual drink, Locke?"

 

[Miya Ashera]

Suddenly the lights went out. Well that was unexpected. Though Saoirse didn't seem too bothered. She was looking around in surprise, but she gave a chuckle. The blonde blamed faulty electronics above any sort of attack against the party. She was not as well informed as the Duke of Sass.

"Oh" she said first in surprise when Noah suggested they go outside, but then replied with a smile "Sure. Let's" she had no idea how real the risk of someone actually blowing up the dance floor truly was. Yet the seriousness of his tone alerted her mind to the thought that there might be a little bit more to this than poor power usage.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, now with a level of seriousness to her tone as well. She followed quickly in step behind him, smirking when she observe him pick up the wine and two glasses. She did not object. It was a nice touch, one she was sure she'd appreciate when he poured the wine into her glass. Assuming of course that was his intention.

Out on the balcony the darkness of the mansion mattered little. Out here they had the sky, and whatever it felt like providing them with. She walked over towards a railing of sorts, leaving Noah behind her. She took a moment to look out at the view presented, observing whatever the planet had to offer. After taking in the sight, she would turn back to face [member="Noah Bright"] while leaning against the railing.

"What?" she said, with an air of mischief about her. She extended her hand, as if expecting to receive something to grip. Safest bet suggested that it was a glass. "You don't mean to drink that all by yourself, do you?"