We're Not Making Evil Plans

[Cairyn Midore]

Another day of ridiculous heat, as to be expected from Geonosis. The arena was unusually busy this day. The crowds were nothing in comparison to events scheduled way in advanced, but this was still a good turnout considering a midday match in the midst of the week. The spectators were divided in seating - some sacrificed their view to sit in the shade, others endured for front row seats. Nevertheless, the seats were about a third of the way filled.

Cairyn was exhausted, the surprise match had thrown everything off schedule. Feeding times had to be rearranged, his pets that'd be participating this day had to be prepped, their hides freshly groomed. Even if it was a truthfully unimportant match, everything had to be perfect. Since earlier than usual, Cairyn had been up and running, relaying orders, visiting his friends. And geez, giving orders was hard work.

His fatigue showed in his comparative casual dress. Yes, he wore no less than the finer fabrics he could, creating a silhouette meant for a man out of his time, but this was still far from his finest. No, today was meant for comfort, his garments rigged with their usual coolant, a drink dangling between his fingers in a lazy fashion, glasses still on his face. Time and time again, he'd asked, requested, ordered, the service droids bring him alcohol. It was his arena, after all, why not partake in what it had to offer? Yet for some odd reason, he was always denied, almost as if there was someone whose commands superseded his own had decided to deny him.

And so he waited for his guests, ready for the entertainment to begin, almost nodding off from the sheer boredom of waiting. When they did make their entrance, it was then that he even remembered he still wore his glasses, a fact that he soon remedied by throwing the pair in the general direction of the service droid

[member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Lady Psyona"] | [member="Jack Anderson"]​

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn sat in the shuttle that would ferry them to the arena boredly. He was accompanied by several guards in power armor and he himself wore his signature armor Pirate’s Folly. Beskar chain mail, stacked with phrik plating, lined with precious gems, including void stone, and a brilliant red cape billowing from his back. His armor allowed the Trandoshan to best even Sith lords. Causstiks sawed off Scattergun sat idly on his left hip, while a verpine shatter pistol rested on his right.

The shuttle began to slow and Causstik stared out of the window. He marveled at the sheer size of the coliseum. It was far larger than his one in Bone City and the Trandoshan felt a bubble of envy form in his gut. Causstik beckoned to one of his guards.

“When we get back to Bone City, the slaves will begin work on a new arena immediately,” He growled to his comrade.

The guard merely bowed his head “Yes, War-chief,” He said beneath his power armor.

Causstik was a whole new level of petty. He had to have the biggest toys and if he did not he would simply take them from whoever did… The shuttle touched down and Causstik exited the craft. He was immediately assaulted by the brutal heat and he found its warmth pleasing to his cold blood. He marched up the steps to the overseer’s personal seating area and found a small child waiting for him. Causstik was insulted, was this boy to be some sort of offering to him? There was hardly any fat on his bones, he wouldn't even make a prime steak. Too much sinew and muscle. Even so Causstik supposed the boy would have his uses, even if he wasn't edible.

“Boy, fetch me some tihaar,” Causstik ordered. Maybe after Causstik had a slight buzz the boy might look more tasty...

[member="Cairyn Midore"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Grace was quiet, her mouth moving in silent words as she approached the doorway. The heat was not unusual for the time of year, but still she found it unbearable. No matter where she was, it always seemed like there was enough heat to boil her alive. The black cloak probably didn't help, but she couldn't ditch it now. It would have to do, even on Cairyn's personal balcony. Her lips formed the word Dvasi in the old tongue as she turned the corner. A serving droid seemed to be hurrying out of the room where she was supposed to meet them.

"Mistress Grace! He keeps trying to order alcohol! Whatever shall I do?" The droid's voice seemed worried. A pair of glasses sat on the disorginized tray in the machine's hand told her she hadn't arrived before the others. Something she had hoped to avoid.

"Keep denying him. He's not drink for a few more years. It'll damage the development of his brain." With that, she turned, entering the room to the growling voice of a Trandoshan's command. This could only end well.

"Causstik, he's not the servant here. Try the droids for that." The smile on her face was something anyone who had met her would know all too well. "The name's Lady Psyona." Slow steps carried her forward as she walked towards the massive figure. "I believe we have business to discuss."

[member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Jack Anderson]

Jack was getting ready for a fight, he had been tearing apart the armoury on the Hot Drop, the floor was a mess, blasters, thermal detonators, and other weapons.

He picked up a blaster rifle, "Nah, not enough kick." He puts it back down

He looks at a rotary blaster, "Uses too much energy." He leaves it be.

He puts a rocket launcher on his shoulder. "Whoa, way too friggin heavy." He let it fall to the side.

Jack settled down in front of his usual gear and picked it up, before stopping at the lightsaber he had gotten from Grace, "Well you might come in handy." He said, picking it up and clipping it to his belt next to a thermal detonator.

[member="Lady Psyona"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Cairyn Midore"]

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Cairyn had a rough idea of who had just entered his personal balcony. More specifically, he saw a relatively green blur, he heard this creature attempt to give him orders and to that, he rose a brow. This person, his guest, just ordered him to do what? He was tempted, so very tempted, forsake the arranged fight and cast this 'guest' into the arena. That'd teach him to dare call Cairyn, the ruler of this establishment, a mere boy.

"Causstik, he's not the servant here." He almost didn't catch Chase's approach, so caught up in the blinding rage of being so grievously offended. He didn't even give Grace a chance to go on, the boy standing, walking right up to the green blur with a sickening smile. To the untrained eye, he seemed as cheerful as could be, save for the fingernail stabbing into his palm.

"Boy, you say?" His voice was sickeningly sweet, really capitalizing on those higher octaves. "Y'know, that reminds me. We just got a new addition to the pits, something with an alarming similarity to you. You don't think there's any relation, do ya 'cause it sure looks like it to me. Oh! I have a great idea! Why don't we throw both of you in and we can find out."

At this point, he was cut off by Grace. But seeing as he was already in a killing mood, he seemed content with letting her take over the conversation, not before coming up with at least five ways to make this rude guest suffer should the boy get any more alone time with him. With a glare to Causstik, he turned his back on the two, cape flickering as he made his way to the edge of the balcony, addressing the crowd.

"Ladies and others, thank you for joining us on this lovely day of carnage! Now, let's skip all the silly pleasantries and get to the fun bit!" At his cue, one of the many entrances of the arena opened up, a fearsome doashim emerging from its resting place. "This beauty right here is Kevin! His opponent, uh...uh..." he turned to the nearest service droid. "Who is he fighting, again?"

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[member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Lady Psyona"] | [member="Jack Anderson"]​

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik eyed the boy momentarily as he threatened him. The kid had spunk. A little too much spunk. This annoyed the Trandoshan war chief and he thought about cuffing the squinting child. Grace approached the Trandoshan and told him the kid wasn't a servant. Causstik merely shrugged, but felt a little dismayed at the fact this probably meant he couldn't eat him. Causstik withdrew a ciggara from the folds of his armor and put it to his lips. He sparked this smoke with a lighter and began to idly puff on it.

Once it was fully lit he looked to a serving droid “Bring me tihaar,” The lizard growled and then regarded Psyona. “Yeah… Buisness,”

He said as he took a seat on one of the balconies stone chairs. He idly looked at the boy once again, wondering if he was not a servant than what was he to the woman. But, just as soon as the thought had manifested, it disappeared. Causstik took another drag from his cigar and let out a long stream of smoke. He stared out into the arena as a ferocious looking beast and a lone man appeared. Causstik was not amused. Surely the creature would make short work of the man before it. But, at seeing the man the crowd filling the arena seemed to go wild chanting the name of their beloved hero. Jack. Causstik shrugged, perhaps the man was more than met the eye. The lizard turned his head to regard the Sith woman once again

“So I hear you are in need of Cerberus’s expertise,” Causstik growled, his voice like raking leaves.

[member="Cairyn Midore"] / [member="Jack Anderson"] / [member="Lady Psyona"]