The White Diamond [Ask]

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Basark Blu"] | [member="Fatty"] | [member="Enigma"] |

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It had been eight months since the last time Alicia Drey had ventured to the White Diamond Casino. There, she had met the illustrious owner in the form of Christian Slade, and through a series of events, the Sith Lord Darth Ayra, her true persona, was revealed to the Kingpin of the Undercity. Together, they destroyed the rival gangs sought to oppose his own, the Black Alchemists; and thus the Undercity was secured to Slade and his nefarious ways.

She found herself returning. Perhaps she would find the man that she had murdered alongside? Alicia didn't know. But her first destination was the White Diamond Casino. She had credits to spend thanks to her ventures on Chandrila. Arriving by hover taxi, she paid the driver and ventured inside. A game would be taking place. Assorted strangers from across the galaxy would be convening for a game of Sarlacc.

 

[Basark Blu]

He was already in the casino, pushing his way through the crowd. A man with a tray of glasses full of beer, passed by. Basark quickly pushed the tray out of his way, splashing the alcohol onto the man's white shirt. He then sent an open palm into the man's jaw, sending him stumbling back. He finally managed to get through the large crowd, finding the only Sabacc table available. He quickly pulled out a seat, slumping down into the metallic chair. He removed a large cigar from his trench coat, along with a lighter. He held it up to the cigar, igniting it. He dropped his lighter onto the table, slowly inhaling the smoke of the cigar. This would hopefully be a good night but it was highly unlikely.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Fatty]

| Christian Slade | Basark Blu | [member="Alicia Drey"] | Enigma |

Gambling. There was no better pass time... aside from the usual of course. It had been said that Darth Voracitos had been on a few occasions in league with the owner of this place on Coruscant, now under direct control of the One Sith a most unfortunate development. This was his favorite casino to visit. Luckily for him though, he was a very rich man with many connections all across the galaxy. One had to be, if they wanted to expand beyond the governorship of one lonely hopeless world. Filth was easy to subdue with a little help from the outside, the galaxy though? There was only an inside with the galaxy. To get anywhere you had to be under the radar, and appealing to the public at the same time. That was a difficult feat for any being to accomplish, but for a notable crime lord on his own home planet filled with as many crime lords as there were residents in the Junkscapes this was quite difficult to do either.

Only a rare and intelligent few in the underworld affiliated with him directly due to his reputation being out in the open, and for those he was open with publically, he had to have the image of a merely misunderstood business man. The second issue of course was the toughest bridge to cross, and would many examples and pieces of evidence to create that public sentiment, especially in the Republic. For this reason it seem hopeless he could ever go back to his favorite cousino...

But just because something was in enemy territory didn't mean Fatty King would ignore what he wanted, and neglect his necessity to go there.

As such, tonights game of Sabacc would be accompanied by a droid, with a hologram. It was a simple droid, merely a carrier for his voice in places where his influence was small. It was a modified protocol droid, muted so he could speak, but capable of modifying his voice as he spoke to fight foreign tongues. Additionally, it had combat programming, a blaster, and a personal shield. But none of those things would be needed tonight.

Despite the bouncer's best efforts (at resisting cold hard cash), the Droid made it through unscathed to be bombarded by the writhing crowd of flesh. It took a long while before the Droid could find a suitable table for its holographic Master. That is when it met Blu, and it his meeting it bowed slightly and activated the Hologram that was Fatty, the Kingpin of the Filth System.

"Eh boy.... is this table," He breathed heavily with his drawling accent, "Open?" After that the Crime Lord chuckled so as to be a friendly face. Of course, this was only a temporary table anyone if nobody interesting showed up to it.

 

[Basark Blu]

He looked over at the droid, rather surprised. "Who the feth...I mean, of course!" He said, forcing a grin. "Uh..." He looked around, removing the cigar from his mouth so he could speak clearly for a moment. "What b-brings you out 'ere today?" He asked, resting the cigar back onto his lips. He nodded towards the droid, sighing. He tried not to keep his gaze upon the holograph for too long, preferring to keep his eyes on the ash-tray which was neatly placed down. "Can I be of any assistance? I assume your betting?" He inhaled more of the cigar smoke, barely managing to hide annoyance on his features. "The names Blu...Basark Blu, that is. You are?"

(Sorry for the short post, couldn't think of what to type)

[member="Fatty"]

 

[Fatty]

[member="Basark Blu"]

The Crime Lord mildly smiled at the strange little Devorian's surprise of a droid here. He seemed to meet quite a few Devorians, having had a recent client by the name of 'small fry', which was his nickname according to Fatty. This Devorian though was a little odd, having sawed horns, and apparently a slight stutter. He figured there was a confidence issue present there, something he might play to his advantage during the game. Maybe.

"Hm hm hm! I come here to play, this is my... favorite casino." A wide smile on the hologram the man was avoiding. "You may call me King, Mr. Blu." In the hologram, the fat man was reclining in his favorite 'chair', the supposed Throne of Voracitos... or at least the parts of it smushed together into a throne that was inspired by the original.

"Oh and I will be..." He stuck a cigar in his mouth, and a servant clicked a lighter three times before lighting, where the man took in a big whiff, held it, and blew out rings after a matter of thirty seconds. Quite the long break between words. "...betting, my friend." A small laugh escaped him with a small cough, and a beckoning of another servant to fan faster.

"I have quite, the extensive... treasury at my, complete, disposal as Governor of Filth." He chuckled softly. "It is one of many, many, perks of being a Crime Lord... of my caliber." He winked at the man as he took in another whiff of his cigar. After a few moments of smoking, and his droid carrier pulling out the deck of cards meant for the game and placing them in front of it for the coming game.

"So... shall we wait for more... friendly people, to arrive," Another short whiff, "Or do we begin?" With that he leaned forward in his Throne lightyears away to look into the eyes of his fellow player. Fatty never did have a good Sabaac face, or at least... not for when he had a good hand dealt to him. He was always a giddy, laughable, and smiley. But god help you if he wasn't.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Fatty"] | [member="Basark Blu"] |

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Concept of Alicia Drey inside the White Diamond Casino​

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Alicia entered the White Diamond Casino through it's V.I.P entrance; compliments of being an associate of it's owner, Christian Slade. She wore a white dress, gold earrings and contained her dirty blonde hair into a tail at the back of her head. She appeared luxrious, beautiful and wealthy at the same time; and carried with her a matching white satchel that contained her pursue, which had her credits and card for transfers and purchases, if she ran out of hard money. Accompanying her was an astromech droid that rolled itself into the corner of the Casino near a Sabacc table. Deactivating, it would blend in as one of the casinos own and contained within it was a Lightsaber. She hoped that she wouldn't have to use it, as the only person on Coruscant that knew Alicia Drey was the Sith Lord Darth Ayra happened to be the White Diamond Casino's owner.​

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Stepping to the bar, she purchased a Corellian win. Chilled, she lifted the glass to her lips and made sure not to smear her lipstick on the glass basin. Lowering it from her face, she held the glass to her side as she surveyed the occupants. Various games were being played, but it was the tables that caught her eye. Unlike the vending machines surrounding the rooms, where various different types of assorted aliens sat at spending their credits in the hope of winning more, Sabacc was the main game because it required a level of skill. Those machines were based on luck, but with Sabacc, you had a sense of control. Whether to bet, withdraw or call was entirely at the fault of the person. Alicia liked that.​

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She turned to the bartender and asked to see the Floor Manager for that night. Alicia Drey didn't want to mingle with the lower denizens of Coruscant Undercity, by playing at the public tables. A game would be created for the private rooms, where the buy in would start at 500cr. The player buying into the game would be required to play three games, which would rise based on the level of play. The available seats were five.​

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After speaking with the Floor Manager and thus creating the game for people such as Barshak Blu, King Fatty and others to play, Alicia moved away from the bar with her drink and entered the darkened room. A red veil covered the entrance with an employee stood beside it. Word was sent to the men and women that were working the tables as dealers. Consequentially, word reached Barshak and Fatty. But would they come and play?​

 

[Basark Blu]

He looked over at the woman, watching in a rather....attracted but also very, very, very strange way. He looked back to [member="Fatty"], unsure of what a normal person would say to a crime lord. He just sat there, still keeping his eyes on [member="Alicia Drey"] when he quickly snapped back into reality, forcing himself to stare back down at the Sabacc table. "Your a governor of...Filth? Repeat that again if you will", He replied back to the crime lord. That was the moment when he begun hearing whispers and mutters from the people surrounding the table, something about a private table? "It's a fething madhouse!" He mumbled, looking at the cards the droid had set out. "Also, I'm assuming your rich with credits. Why would you bet credits on Sabacc? Don't you already got enough to buy any-" He stopped himself mid-sentence, sighing. "Never mind, I apologize", He mumbled.

 

[Fatty]

[member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Basark Blu"]

Basark was not the only one to recognized the coming of the beautiful woman, and the commotions that ensued. The Protocol droid that was carrying his hologram took a hand to its ear, where it sensors were amplified. This would allow him to hone in on to specific conversations taking place in close proximity. The droid did this at his command, but he didn't really listen. Why would he bother? Have the droid do it, and soon enough he would be playing Sabacc.

"As I said," He spoke to the man while his droid listened. "On a world called Filth," He put the cigar to his lips, and held it in his mouth as he continued to speak, slightly muffled. "I wule." He chuckled as he reclined in the Throne of his. The man tried to remark on the apparently silly situation of a rich man gambling, but stopped himself for whatever reason. Fatty chose not to comment on it... because he in general just ignored it as he relaxed. The droid though was not relaxing. It was honing in on the hubbub that made this into a "madhouse", to quote the man in front of it. It was clear now to the droid and soon after its master, what was going on.

"... a private table." Was said in one conversation.

"High stakes, 500 crs just to get it!" In another.

"Five seats available, and three rounds..." In another still. Well that was interesting indeed, and it did everything to entice the Crime Lord in that instant.

"I heard that hot broad over there started it up. Damn, I'd like to know her up. Think I got a shot?" That last conversation brought a smile to his face. He took out his cigar and began to speak. The droid immediately retracted the deck it put down, and it began to stand up.

"I would apologize to you... sir, but I don't care much about, strangers. I've heard of a better, more fun, table opening up. Feel free... to join me, but be mindful... it is 500 credits." With that he winked and stuck the cigar back in, as his droid took up his hologram and left the table to where the bouncer's to the private table would require his entry fee.

"I'm here to waste my money... lavishly." A deep laugh erupted from the hologram as the droid handed over the entry fee to the private match, and it continued as he entered the room.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Fatty"] | [member="Basark Blu"] |

Alicia had positioned herself at the helm of the table. She was sat on the corner of it, leaving her seat safely tucked in and currently untouched. Leg crossed over the other, she had been ensuing in a conversation with the dealer about his work. There was no reason to it other than practicing the charm she had learned from Pandeima. In comparison to the brute that Voracitos had once brought into the fold on Ziost, Alicia Drey was polar opposite; and she would need to be to maintain the facade surrounding her.

Her gaze lifted to the droid that walked inside. For a moment, she thought that it was bringing in drinks as compliments of the house and got briefly excited at the prospect. Maybe [member="Christian Slade"] had heard she was in town and had sent the drinks down as a toast? Those thoughts were quickly put away when she realized the droid was not carrying drinks, but rather a miniature fat man that was sat on a throne, represented in holographic. A player?

"So, who might you be?" Alica asked, turning on the charm as she approached the droid and smiling at it's owner that was communicating from Filth. "I wonder if he is transmitting from Coruscant? If not, that's a long distance."

 

[Basark Blu]

He let out a sigh, gesturing towards the room. He stood up, heading over and paying the fee, as well. The moment he entered, his eyes were now fixed upon Alicia. Hoping that she would not realize his glances he quickly glared at the table. He headed over, pulling out yet another seat. He then occasionally glanced up at [member="Alicia Drey"] before turning his head. He then proceeded to look over to the Crime Lord, clearing his throat. He slumped down in his chair, extinguishing his cigar in the ash-tray, which was placed a few inches away from the middle of the table.

[member="Fatty"]

 

[Fatty]

[member="Basark Blu"], [member="Alicia Drey"]

"Why Ms., I am the undisputable Gov'nor of a little known world known as Filth... off the Tingle Rim..." He huffed in another smoke, "As the dominant Crime Lord there, it is my absolute privilege and pleasure," He smiled hugely, "...to be playin' here tonight." He chuckled. The Crime Lord was glad to see his previous table mate decided to follow along.

His droid then went to sit at a free chair, adjacent from the two players. He didn't have the priviledge to see whether or not the other players were cheating, and at this he had a disadvantage. He did however have a droid, which on its own was a slight advantage to the game... especially since the Fat Man may be distracted and need the droid to autocomplete a turn for him while he was away, so as to avoid being strenuously late as usual.

"Shall we... wait for more contestants," This is when he had his droid lean over with him, with money in its hand pushing it onto the table. "Or do we begin... the betting?" His sentence was followed by a deep and slow chuckle.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Basark Blu"] | [member="Fatty"] |

She gave a smile to the Governor and turned. As she made her way to the helm of the table she gave Bashark a wink. Lowering herself into the seat, she introduced herself. "My name is Alicia. Presumably the both of you know the rules?" Turning her gaze back to the Governor, she said. "Presumably we begin betting."

 

[HK-64]

He headed inside, looking at the people who towered over him as if they were giants. He used his arms to support his walking, his backpack slung over his shoulders. He ignored all of the slot machines, sending credits spewing out onto the floor. He finally managed to make it to the private tables, jumping to his feet. He headed inside, paying the five hundred credit free. He climbed into a chair, barely glancing at the other members. "The name is Bobo Sabol, I'm here purely for business...well, gambling. I wish to injure no one", He then reached into one of his many pouches, strapped to his vest. He slowly removed a small disk-like device, known only as a cheater, used mostly in Sabbac. He kept the disk out of sight, by holding it under the metallic table, praying that no one would see it. "I would like to begin playing. House rules?"

[member="Alicia Drey"].

[member="Fatty"]

[member="Basark Blu"]