( Xavka Duquo)

[Travot Ravenna]

Hangar Bay 8A, the Wheel...

"Finally..." said Travot, setting down his pack

Travot leaned up against a metal bulkhead, feeling its coolness suffuse through his skin. Dozens of people and droids to walked pass him, hurrying to their ships or eager to join in the debaucheries of the space station. Travot briefly closed his eyes to focus on the Force, letting his thoughts glide across its emotional currents. The crowd seemed more vibrant than anything he had ever felt before, though he was not entirely sure that it was a good thing. He focused more clearly, reaching out to find a particular familiar presence, yet he did not sense her's. Maybe she's late...well, it can't hurt to check out the station while I wait for her...His eyes briefly fell upon a stranger shrouded in blue robes. One knows, maybe I'll find someone equally as interesting as her...

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Hanger Bay 8B, The Wheel

Striding down the ramp of the ship he had arrived on was a tall and well built figure. A yellow eye glared out of the male's face, flickering around the area like a bird of prey looking for the perfect target to ponce on. Dressing in all black and silk, the Zabrak was silent as he moved, his bare feet shifting soundlessly as they touched lightly onto the ground. An open, black martial arts jacket hung loose over the tattooed and scarred torso while tight trousers that flared at the ankles covered his legs. White wrappings were tied around his head, covering his right eye, hiding it from view. Similar wrapping were tied around both the ribs and knuckles as well.

Xavka sighed quietly as he shifted through the large crowds, his ash grey hair gliding over the heads of most of the crowd. He had just arrived from Nar Shaddaa after finally being able to secure his freedom from his Hutt Master. After buying passage on a ship that would lead him away from the moon, Xavka had sat in the back of a ship for two weeks as it slowly passed through trade routes until he had finally arrived.

Stepping into the main hub of the slowly rotating, steel station, Xavka slowly looked out over the brightly lit room. Flashing and moving signs advertised cantinas and casinos while more provocative ones advertised bars with dancers and even a brothel. Shrugging, Xavka strode towards the nearest casino, figuring that he would try his luck in a game he had heard of in the slave pits, Sabacc.


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[Travot Ravenna]

Travot slid through the crowd, taking care not to get too close to anyone. As much as he liked to mingle and meet new people, he had wary feeling about the whole place. His eyes briefly fell upon a nearby teenage boy with a mop of black hair and almost threadbare clothing. He seemed to almost be bumping into people intentionally, causing Travot to briefly wonder if he was watching a pickpocket plying his trade, or if something more somber was happening. He briefly closed his eyes and focused on the boy, trying to get a feel on the boy's emotions. Yet he could only feel some sort of apathy from the boy. he wondered deeper into the station, reaching out through the Force to try and find his contact. But the padawan did not sense her, but he felt something else that he knew.

There's another force-user on this station...I'm sure of it. Travot sought to minimize his own presence in the Force, though he wasn't sure if the other person would have been tipped off by his incautious probing. I should probably investigate to see who it is. I've heard rumors of sith spies stopping by this place before heading off to Ossus...

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Sighing, Xavka handed over the last of his extensive arsenal to the security guard he had just prevented his entrance into the Casino. "Is that all, sir?" The tone that Xavka spoke with was biting and sharp. "Am I aloud to gamble now?" As the sarcasm almost dripped from his last word, Xavka's brow, where he would of had his left eyebrow if he, or his species, actually had them, lifted slightly. Grumbling something that he took no care in, the guard waved him in and, with a final huff, turned his attention back to the milling crowds outside of the Casino.

After offering a quick motion of his hand in a rude gesture he had leant in the Slave Pens to the turned back of the Gamorean guard, Xavka turned his attention to the room he had just entered. In the centre of the large and circular room was a raised platform, upon which a small horde of scantily clad, female Twi'leks danced, their alluring bodies a mix of yellow, greens, blues and reds as their hips moved in time with the heavy beat echoing around the room. Offering a quick and feral smile to one of the few red Twi'leks who seemed to be focused on him, Xavka moved past gracefully, his hair, normally grey, a weird mix of red and blue as the neon lighting of the room drowned out the soft colour.

Settling down at one table that continued to offer him a view of the red Twi'lek, Xavka cashed in some Credits that he had and was dealt his first hand. It was time to see how well a gambler he was. A blank mask settled onto his face, obscuring all emotion, the only thing showing emotion was his single eye which remained on the alluring Twi'lek after it had glanced at the cards he currently held.

Let the game begin.


[member="Travot Ravenna"]

 

[Travot Ravenna]

As he approached [member="Xavka Duquo"]'s whereabouts, he reached out to feel the emotions of those nearby him. The man almost immediately recoiled as he felt so much lust, pleasure, and depravity. Some of his instructors had cautioned him about indulging in such emotions and motivations, perhaps to the point where Travot almost felt dirty for just feeling them. He furrowed his brow. But what kind of force-user would go there? He straightened out his sandy-colored tabard as he briefly considered that point. Sounds like something a sith would indulge in...or maybe someone is going there to set things right with the world? I'm back at point one...He shook the thoughts from his head and proceeded down the corridor, noting that he was running increasingly into the station's rougher patrons, so to speak. A voice called out to him.

"Hey you, stop."

Travot halted and glanced to see a nikto glowering at him.

"I have to make sure you're not carrying anything...dangerous before I let you in."

Confusion briefly swept over his face until he glanced upwards to notice the sign. Ah...a private establishment...Looks like the type of place this person could be in...Travot bobbed his head up and down in understanding as the nikto padded him down.

"What's this?" said the guard, grasping his lightsaber.

This isn't good. Travot closed his eyes briefly, and forced himself into the guard's mind. The nikto seemed dazed for a brief second as Travot browsed the alien's thoughts. He quickly came to one and seized on it, bringing it to the forefront of the guard's mind.

"Part of a fusion cutter, huh? I can't let you take this in," said the guard, unclipping the device from the padawan's belt, "but it'll be here when you're done. Got it?"

"Got it," said Travot.

With that, the padawan slowly strolled into the cascade of dazzling lights, his eyes occasionally lingering on one of the room's occupants, both patron and dancer, before moving onto the next one...

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Smirking slightly as the Twi'lek he had been gazing at just earlier draped herself over himself, distracting his opponents and providing him with an exquisite feel of her lithe and toned body. Said smirk grew wider as the call for the hands to be shown was made and Xavka lay down his cards. Once again he had won the pot and the winning were being added to his already extensive amount.

While the Twi'lek leant over further, offering the male Human opposite him an even better view than before, and planet a kiss on his scarred cheek, Xavka kept his eyes fixed on a well-dressed Cyborg that had been sitting at the table when he had joined the game. The male's face, what little could be seen, had gone a fierce crimson red and, from the trembling in the hands which were curled into fists and were shaking slightly, Xavka could guess that the man was on the verge of shouting out in anger.

Sure enough, as the electronic currency was being added to his account which he could exchange for cash at the end was added to his account the man suddenly stood, tipping his chair backwards and pointing a finger at the Zabrak. "Cheater! You must be cheating, you karker!" Xavka's smirk froze at this and he pressed a gentle hand on the Twi'lek to get her to stand. Passing her a few cred chips he spoke softly into her Lekku after standing. "Take these and rent a room please, my dear Enth." He stood still watching the red skinned Twi'lek slink way before turning to the well-dresses human.

"Did you just call me a coward?" Xavka didn't wait for a reply before he leapt over the table to grab the human and headbutted him, driving his horns across the man's forehead to open up gashes. Holding the man in one hand even as the call for security went out, Xavka began to repeatedly punch the man's face, flashbacks of his time in the Slave Pens where he had suffered all sorts of insults running through his head. "Don't. Call. Me. A. Coward!" Each word was accompanied by a punch.


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[Travot Ravenna]

Travot's eyes wandered around the various sights of the spectacle, blinking as the lights flashed vibrant colors, and while trying to not have his eyes linger too longly at any one of the dancers. He briefly managed to avert his gaze to the subdued floor. I wonder if this is what it's like to have visions, or be high on drugs...A staccato-like crash of noise jumped over the room's music, causing the jedi's gaze to sweep to its source.

He blinked.

A fight? I guess I shouldn't be too surprised...that cyborg looks pissed...Ravenna's green eyes darted to land on [member="Xavka Duquo"]'s form. He looks like he could be a professional fighter too...Travot reached out through the Force to feel the cyborg's presence. He had been told by one of the instructor's on Ossus that cybernetics were thought to influence sometime to be more prone to the darkside's inclination. Yet the cyborg didn't seem to have any presence whatsoever, but Travot clearly felt that the presence was near. Of course, the other guy...but I don't know his motivations quite yet.

Travot began to push his way through the gathering crowd to get a closer look, and hopefully a better understanding, of the fighter in front of him.