Twisted Soul

[Herr Vanderhing]

Cato Neimoidia one of the most corrupt planets in the galaxy sat Vanderhing in his favorite nightclub. He owned the large place, it was classy unlike many of the others he owned. He sat with his sidekick Genf Orkay eating seafood and watching a singer on the stage. When the singer finished everyone clapped except for Vanderhing, he stood up shook his head and said

"My dear boy, you're singing is dreadful! You are fired!"

He pulled out his blaster and shot the young singer. The last expression on the singer's face was one of horror. Vanderhing sat back down and continued to eat, all the patrons staring at him in shock. He looked up and saw all the people peering at him, gritted his teeth and shouted

"Well what are you all looking at!? GET BACK TO YOUR BUSINESS!!!"

The people quickly turned their heads and went back to socializing in fear

[member="Kimiko"]

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Months of searching had turned up nothing but loose ends and cold trails. The path to find her home had been a rough one.

Cato Neimoidia is where Kimiko and her crew found themselves currently. They were all tired and could use some R&R, so Ki agreed to make port and give them some much deserved liberty. The woman would never admit it, but she could use a break as well.

So the small group of ships had landed a few days ago and began resupplying. It was only last night when they were finished taking on the required supplies, so Ki sat down with the leadership to allow them all a few days respite before returning to space.

The woman was now standing at the foot of the Cyaron's boarding ramp and watched a certain group of former Sith naval officers walk off for their time off. This brought a smile to her face, and her tail wagged behind her, before she gathered her belongings and made one last round to ensure the security was set.

After her check, she began making her own way from the space port.

Passing all of the establishments on her way, not finding interest in any in the immediate area. That is, until her ears picked up talk of a commotion nearby in one of the classier nightclubs. Her curiosity piqued, she found the location and headed there.

One she had arrived and entered, she immediately felt the tense atmosphere between the patrons, some of whom spared strange glances at the under dressed newcomer. The mood spiked her suspicions, but kept it hidden as she found a seat at a booth near the back...and awaited to be served.

[member="Herr Vanderhing"]

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

A waiter came to greet the new patron, shaking slightly as the singer's corpse was removed by a few droids. "Good evening and welcome, may I take your order please?" He said nervously, regretting his application to work here. Meanwhile Vanderhing sat and enjoyed his meal conversing with his right hand Genf about some of his gubernatorial ideas for Geonosis. Picking at his seafood not at all noticing the new patron to his nightclub. His black and gold cane leaned against his booth seat as he cut little pieces of fish and lightly dipped them in butter.

[member="Kimiko"]