Zeltrons Gone Wild! (PM for invite)

[Garik Reed]

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

Val liked this place so far, looked like he could have fun here. A girl walked up to where he was standing with another human. She asked for him by name, which he found a little odd, but he shrugged it off. "Mmm..." Val took a large swig of his drink, raising his hand at the girl. "At your service." He did a mock bow, and set his drink down on the bar. A little too rough, some of it splashed over the lip, and onto his hand. Val wiped his and off on his pants, before bringing it up to scratch the stubble on his chin. "So, what'd you want?"

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Wandering the area, Josh would finally spot someone he recognized....

[member="Nimue Stormson"].... Drunk? Dancing? He would raise an eyebrow, obviously not expecting this sudden development. She was obviously intoxicated by her movements... And the words. He felt a shiver down his spine, and he could only think of a single phrase to counteract it.

"... What the kark?"

 

[Cryax Bane]

Turning the Datachit over and over in his hands, Cryax let Aleksandr's words sink in. He was gravely disappointed in Alek. Cryax had mistakenly thought the man was a friend, and now he was questioning everything. The Chiss shook his head dolefully.

"I lost a good friend in that battle," Cryax said, his red eyes staring down at the rim of his glass. "Lysle Rigger gave me my big break when I was destitute on Nar Shaddaa and about ready to start begging on the street to get my next meal. When I got caught slicing into a Black Sun network, any other crime boss would have simply let me rot away in their Kessel death camp as punishment for my failure. Not Rigger. He took a chance on me again and again, when everyone else treated me like the company IT guy. And now he's gone."

A long sigh escaped the lips of the Chiss, his anger subsiding. "I am interested in hearing more about those ships," he admitted despite himself. Then his brow furrowed as he asked the CEO another question, "So what were you doing on Makeb anyway?" Cryax didn't trust Gaillard as far as he could throw the man. He was erratic and full of spin. Normally, he would have enjoyed hanging out with a man like Alek, but his head was karked up from Lysle's death, and he didn't know what to think anymore.

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

"I'll be honest with you, Cryax. I paid two mercenary companies to fight each other -- told one to support the Rebellion and the other to support you, I can safely say part of the reason your cache was saved was because of this but my intention was to pit them against each other but unfortunately mercenary leaders can get crazy when hocked up on stims, the data I intended to retrieve was disrupted by that fleet; I was attempted to research a new stim pack that could both heal a soldier and boost their physicals. It was a live fight, what better way?", he had actually told him his entire strategy but it seems (due to inactivity) that the mercenaries got killed rather quickly or went on their own little rampages.

He smiled at the thought, but frowning at his initial say about Lysle, as if he was actually sorry about the death too. "I did not know you had lost a friend, Cryax. Forgive my earlier attitude. But I assure you, I was not against you, I was being an opportunist and perhaps with poor taste but all with the intention of helping you, and indeed in the end you were helped.", he said.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Okay this task wasn't going to be so bad after, she thought, inspecting the human. He was a little scraggly but handsome and muscular and well it didn't really matter what he was wearing. They would be covered in foam in a few minutes. She whistled to the bartender for a round of neon Dizzee Fizzies across the bar:

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Dak passed one to Cardin and drank hers down in one go. "Come with me," she said, smiling enigmatically. She held out her hand for the human to take it. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Empress making her way to the dance floor in the back. Figures, she thought. It was boring up there in the VIP lounge where the Chiss just wanted to karking fight with people. They were at Club Frenzy, not some boardroom in Antecedent. The blue-skinned Crime Lord needed to learn how to loosen up and have fun.

She knew on the Foam Dance Floor, where Paige and Genovia waited she would show Cardin a good time. She flashed him another smile: "We're about to get wet."

[member="Val Cardin"]
[member="Nimue Stormson"]
[member="Paige Argous"]

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Now down among the dancers Nimue was already getting involved. She almost shoved her way onto the dance floor before hoping up and down, getting soaked in sweat and whatever else had filtered its way into the area. Nimue, however, was too in the moment to care.​

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Often she came up to different strangers, becoming very alluring in her dance moves. Men, women, human, alien. It didn’t matter. She was just trying to make a spectacle of herself because her drunken mind thought it was best. It was then the force sense she had, which also seemed muddled, had picked up a familiar sensation. Turning she looked to see [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"].​

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With a wobbled way she came over to him and said “Master Dragons-Breath! A nice surprise to see you. I didn’t think *hick* you’d be invited to this sort of event.” After that she had an alluring look in her eyes as she pressed against him and asked “Want to dance? We can get really close to each other if we try hard.”​

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[member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Paige Argous"]​

 

[Faye Terrik]

Location: Club Frenzy, Zeltros, Republic Territory.
Task: Party

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Faye couldn't turn down a good party when one arose, and the way it had been advertised, the upcoming one on Zeltros was worth going out of her way for. She didn't have any tasks at hand, and she was only a few sectors away. The One Sith's aggression through Republic territory provided several small exposures in security on their borders. She had plotted the trip from Manaan to Zeltros, ensuring it was the safest known route there. Well, she made it to the club alive.

There had already been a few occasions which required Faye to dress up for some shindig or party, but this was the kind she truly enjoyed. One which was more on par with spiced-up dance floors and short-term relationships rather than three piece suits and handshakes. Sure there were VIP booths designed for those types, but Faye didn't expect to go up there tonight. Her attire was more expendable tonight; a cheap, tight dress which would be able to go to waste after tonight. Soap and Dayglo went together as good as a Jedi and Sith... It didn't.

In her clutch purse, she kept things she deemed necessary for the night. No weapons, she had heard a few other Raven members would be attending, and surely they'd vouch for her safety. Instead, she carried Republic credits, and another false ID. This one claimed her to be twenty four and a legal citizen of the Republic, both of which were big lies. Hopefully the devil in the details would help her get out of any law enforcement issues. For the local government to find she was both a member of the One Sith and the Red Ravens, certainly she'd be on trial within hours.

She made her way first made her way to one of the numerous bars on the second floor. She always needed a drink to get her going at these types of events. Of course, a little spice wouldn't hurt too... but she abstained for the occasion. The teenager ordered some fancy sounding drink which the bartender had suggested, not paying too much attention to what the Zeltron woman said. Faye eyed the dance floor, curious if she would be able to find a dance partner before she entered the vibrantly colored mob of dancers.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The blonde haired Jedi Master was heavily reconsidering coming to this party. He recognized nobody here, the pheromones were mildly annoying, and the only person he even mildly knew was drunk and doing the suave dance with everyone on the dance floor-Oh Force no.

"Yeah... Nice to see you, Your Grace" He would respond politely, trying not to sound uncomfortable with the fact the Empress was... Well, intoxicated. Before he could react, she would press up against him and offer a dance. The blonde would take a breath, relaxing, centering himself. "Remember your training, Joshua..." He thought to himself as he would look at her... And then a handsome smile would cross his lips.

"Of course, Miss Stormson. If you wish" He said, his tone almost a flirtatious one. There was no use in refusing the offer of the Empress, he would roll with it.

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Glad to hear his acceptance she said “Great!” She took his wrist and pulled him in front of her before saying “See? Who said you Jedi don’t know how to have fun? Fools I *hick* say! Right?”​

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Before he could respond she gave a hard slap to his rear, laughing wildly before pulling him fully into the dance floor. At that she began to dance in a very seductive manner, rubbing herself against him and teasing him at times. It was a mix of her own disposition mixed with her drunken thoughts muddling her way of thinking. In truth this might have been a long buried Empress Nimue getting uncovered thanks to enough alcohol.​

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As she danced with [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] Nimue backed up, running into the girl [member="Faye Terrik"] in the process. Seeing her she turned and apologized before eyeing her alluringly. And yet again her flirtatious attitude was getting the better of her, her more respective one currently beaten down with a bottle of whisky.​

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“Hi.” She said with a giggle. “You look a little alone. You want to dance with me? There’s *hick” room for more.” Indicating that she could dance with her and Joshua if need be.​

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[member="Dakita Calfur"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

It wasn't long before Joshua was pulled onto the dance floor. He knew there was naught he could do at this point, and so he decided to roll with the flow. He felt a wandering palm hit him in the lower back, and instinct kicked in as Josh would respond, and [member="Nimue Stormson"] would find a hard palm immediately making contact with her royal backside. A rather strong one, at that, the superhuman strength that people would speak of was true... And would probably leave a hell of a mark. The flirty side of Josh had come out, as much as he'd have preferred to suppress it.

And thus, they danced. He was surprised at the change in disposition from last he had met the Empress, but it was one he could dig. It had been a very long time since Josh had dealt with such... Eccentric company. Not since his former flame, he recalled. Their... Eccentric dance would be interrupted when the intoxicated Empress would hit another girl by accident... And then offer her a dance! Josh couldn't help it. He let out a laugh, obviously amused at the development.

This was going to be a long night.

 

[Paige Argous]

Paige was absorbed in dancing when suddenly, Genovia said something inaudibile over the music and pointed. Looking to where the Zeltron was pointing, the blonde found a Zeltron girl that she recognized, at the bar near the edge of the dance floor. The Zeltron girl was none other than their friend [member="Dakita Calfur"], who seemed to have brought some guy here with her. How exciting.

She then began walking towards where the pair was. As she walked, she went past three people ([member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Nimue Stormson"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]), who seemed to have bumped into one another in mid-dance. Smirking slightly, and not wanting to get caught up in the awkward situation, Paige brushed past them before waving at Dakita and her companion, who were busy drinking for the moment.

"Hi!" she said simply to the handsome man Dakita was with, after she arrived at where the pair was. ([member="Val Cardin"]) Paige's gaze then shifted immediately over to her pretty Zeltron friend, and she grinned before speaking. "Haven't seen you on Zeltros for a while, Dakita! Like, how are you?" she said enthusiastically, before outstretching her arms and offering a foamy hug.

 

[Armand Temi]

As she turned around to lead [member="Val Cardin"] to the dance floor, none other than @Paige Anginous walked up. Dak squealed and hugged the pretty human back, letting the embrace linger a little too long for the benefit of the surrounding men. "I'm good Mesh'la! Got myself a new gig right now. Can't wait to tell you all about it." Dak looked around at the mostly male crowd who had suddenly gathered when the two blondes had their flirtateous hug. "Shoo! Away! I have business here," she said and they scuttled off which left the trio to talk. The music was loud at the bar but not as deafening as it would be on the dance floor so Dak decided to tell both of them quickly about the Ravens.

"I'm working for the Red Ravens right now. If either of you are interested there are, um... jobs to do and I can find you work." She looked at Paige and smiled. "Especially for you, Mesh'la. I think you'd have fun working for them. And there are lots of on the job perks." She looked Paige up and down, admiring her toned body in the pink bikini. The Ravens could use Paige because not only was she beautiful, but she looked like she was in incredible shape. Not that being attractive was a prerequisite for the job, but for sure [member="Cryax Bane"] would find a way to exploit the blonde dancer's looks to his advantage. She turned to the rugged human male. "You too, Cardin. You don't have to answer right away." She smiled and tilted her head to the side, tossing her long blonde hair. "We could always dance a little first."

[member="Val Cardin"]
[member="Paige Argous"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

In any other circumstance, Cryax would have simply laughed and congratulated [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"] on his cockamamie scheme. However, Lysle Rigger was dead and hundreds of bodies were hanging crucified on the streets of Makeb. It didn't put the Chiss in the jolliest of moods. Nor the most forgiving.

"You little queen," Cryax spat, his red alien orbs flashing with rage. "You know, Aleksandr, I once thought we could be business partners, but drok it, you had to go and pull this stunt. I've got half a mind to shoot your face off right here in this club." He moved back the lapel on his suit jacket to reveal the blaster holster strapped to his chest. "But lucky for you, I'm feeling generous tonight. Just don't be surprised if you wake up one day sleeping next to a decapitated Bantha head instead of whatever you creature you take as your lover. From what I've heard, you're not picky."

The Chiss stood and pocketed the Datachit. "It's going to take alot to get you back in my good graces, Gaillard," he said disdainfully. Then before Alek could get in the last word, Cryax turned on his heel and walked away from the man, his fists clenching and unclenching as he made his way downstairs. Normally the euphoric atmosphere at Club Frenzy would have been infectious enough to distract the crime boss from his troubles, but after his altercation with the CEO, and the fact that his karking boyfriend [member="Jalek Sathora"] was late again, the mood of the Chiss at this point couldn't be more foul.

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Before she could get an answer out of the girl [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] had returned Nimue’s favor when he slapped her on the rear. His was a little more forceful than hers, making her yelp and leap a little. When she recovered, feeling the warm sting on her cheek, she looked back to him with a hungrier look on her eyes. If it wasn’t clear in her eyes then it certainly was when she gave a large toothy grin.​

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She turned and leapt on the Jedi and shoved her mouth over his, practically tackling him to the ground. Some people were pushed over or had to move away at this but upon seeing what the two were doing they cheered, seeing someone had gotten their party on.​

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After a moment of forcing her tongue into the Jedi’s mouth she raised herself up, her arms in the air, and cheering “I have claimed the Jedi Master as my own!”​

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The partygoers, not fully getting it, only cheered at the fact she was enjoying herself. She laughed and cheered before standing up, her dress right over Joshua’s face, as she found someone handing her a cup of more alcohol. Of course she drank it down the moment she had it, some of it spilling around her chin, only to cheer again and try to dance more.​

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That was when she’d spotted [member="Cryax Bane"] and called “Sir Bane! Oh Sir Baney! Over here!” Once she got his attention she called “Come dance with me. I want that *hick* handsome blue face of yours right here where I can see it.” The way she was pointing made it seem as though she wanted him to bury his face in her chest, unclear if that’s what she meant or not. Either say she’d called “Where’s the cute *hick* boyfriend? The three of us should *hick* come back to my little palace and claim each other in the bedchamber!" ​

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[member="Dakita Calfur"]​

 

[Cryax Bane]

As Cryax neared the dancefloor, he couldn't help but notice Empress Stormson waving at him and pointing to her ample chest. He blinked his glowing red eyes. With a sigh he closed his eyes, hung his head, and counted backwards, taking deep cleansing, breaths. He had just burned bridges with a business partner upstairs, no use in letting his mood kark up a relationship with a potential royal ally. Lifting his head to meet her gaze, a big old fake smile plastered on his face, the Chiss strode towards her. She smelled of sweat and booze, and was slurring her words like an alcoholic on a bender.

He took each one of the Empress's hands in his and air kissed her on each cheek. "Lady Stormson! What a pleasant surprise to see you here," the Chiss said through gritted teeth. "My boyfriend? He's not here yet. Fashionably late that one." And fashionably dead. Impuncutuality was one of the Chiss's biggest pet peeves and Jalek was going to get an earful when he finally deigned to show. "Have you been enjoying the party, my lady?" Well, duh Cryax, obviously she was having a grand old time.

He wasn't quite sure how to tell the Empress that he only enjoyed the company of men in the "bedchamber," so he just smiled and nodded. Plus, he had a feeling that before they even made it to anyone's bedchamber, the Empress would be passed out drooling on the floor somewhere, so no harm no foul.

[member="Nimue Stormson"] [member="Jalek Sathora"]

 

[Garik Reed]

Val too, had drowned his colorful drink in one go, except he stole a second one from the strange alien who was sitting next to. Giving it a rude gesture, and took Dakita's hand, and followed her out onto the dance floor. "This is gonna be fun." He mumbled to himself, and took a sip of his stolen drink. As they walked out, another girl came up, giving Dakita a hug. Val arched an eyebrow at the men who quickly surrounded them. He couldn't help but chuckle, he too had been admiring them, but he knew how to keep his jaw from hanging off his head. "Hey." He said to the new girl.

Val downed the rest of his drink, and handed the empty glass to some stranger dancing. They didn't even work here, but he really didn't care. "Dancing sounds a lot better than working." He winked at Dakita. The offer for work did intrigue him, but the two girls in front of him intrigued him more.

[member="Paige Argous"] | [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

They took his tomahawk and his helmet. Well, they asked for it. And he gave it to them. And the holdout pistol. And the knife. And the Ori'ramikad knife on his forearm. They didn't ask for the crushgaunts, but he knew he wouldn't need them. He'd been invited. He wouldn't cause trouble here. Besides, nobody really wanted to tangle with The Wolf- even if he was unarmed (for the most part). The armored Mandalorian stuck out like a sore thumb, and he rubbed the sides of his head, feeling the freshly-shaved sides, and the long hair of his mohawk resting on top of his head. The only thing he was missing was the war paint that he used to scare his enemies if he ever took off his helmet when they could see it. He blinked, as he made his way deeper into the club, searching. Searching with his hate-filled eyes.


Then, he saw him. The blue-skinned, red-eyed snake of a person. The cowardly, enslaved [member="Cryax Bane"]. He watched him for a while, and was unable to see who he was talking to. Nobody pleasant or that he liked, from his body language it seemed. Preliat saw him descending the stairs, and turned his head, and pressed his body against the wall. His black and red armor allowed him to blend in with the mass of people. Then, he looked up as Cryax was about three steps above him. And he moved forward, just ever so slightly.


And stared him right in the eye.


"You and I should talk."


The Wolf glared at him, demanding far more attention than the drunken [member="Nimue Stormson"], given that Preliat was fully capable of killing him with his bare hands. But it didn't appear that Preliat was going to inflict harm on him, as he was unarmed- and hadn't already snapped his neck or choked the life out of him.

 

[Nimue Stormson]

“What a shame.” She responded when [member="Cryax Bane"] had said his boyfriend had not arrived. After that when he asked if she was enjoying herself she declared “I feel like I’m in the Hall of Eternity! With all the fallen *hick* warriors of old. And we’re drinking with the gods and we feast and ffffff-fornicate out way to paradise.” Another low and drunked laugh before she held him by the collar and said “I’d think I’d like it a little more with you, Mr. Bane. You handsome, blue *hick* devil, you.” She pressed her face against his shoulder for a minute, giggling, before saying “Sorry. I know you have a thing for men. But I have a thing for women AND men. Who you think *hick* has it worst, huh?”​

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As she arched herself from a laugh she’d looked up when big man [member="Preliat Mantis"] had shown up. In any other case she’d have found him intimidating. Instead she just looked at Bane and smirked before stumbling onto the Mandolorian.​

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“Well look at you, Sir Big-And *hick* Tall.” She said, pressing herself against him. “If you’re in for men then Cryax is currently spoken for. *hick* But I’m not doing anything later if you’re not. You ever make it with an Empress before?” she asked while trying to rub his chest.​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Before she could get an answer out of the girl [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] had returned Nimue’s favor when he slapped her on the rear. His was a little more forceful than hers, making her yelp and leap a little. When she recovered, feeling the warm sting on her cheek, she looked back to him with a hungrier look on her eyes. If it wasn’t clear in her eyes then it certainly was when she gave a large toothy grin.​

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She turned and leapt on the Jedi and shoved her mouth over his, practically tackling him to the ground. Some people were pushed over or had to move away at this but upon seeing what the two were doing they cheered, seeing someone had gotten their party on.​

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After a moment of forcing her tongue into the Jedi’s mouth she raised herself up, her arms in the air, and cheering “I have claimed the Jedi Master as my own!”​

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The partygoers, not fully getting it, only cheered at the fact she was enjoying herself. She laughed and cheered before standing up, her dress right over Joshua’s face, as she found someone handing her a cup of more alcohol. Of course she drank it down the moment she had it, some of it spilling around her chin, only to cheer again and try to dance more.​

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That was when she’d spotted [member="Cryax Bane"] and called “Sir Bane! Oh Sir Baney! Over here!” Once she got his attention she called “Come dance with me. I want that *hick* handsome blue face of yours right here where I can see it.” The way she was pointing made it seem as though she wanted him to bury his face in her chest, unclear if that’s what she meant or not. Either say she’d called “Where’s the cute *hick* boyfriend? The three of us should *hick* come back to my little palace and claim each other in the bedchamber!" ​

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[member="Dakita Calfur"]​

Perhaps the retaliation wasn't the smartest idea, but Josh didn't exactly have time to think about the consequences of his actions before he was practically tackled to the ground. As his mouth opened to breathe from having the wind knocked out of him, he felt lips meet his own and her tongue force itself into the open mouth. Now, a long time ago, instincts would have kicked in and Josh would have probably responded by headbutting the Empress out of habit. It was a running joke among the Jedi about how reserved and stiff he'd been in that sector. Of course, his time spent clearing his head away from the galaxy at large had hit the big "reset" button on him, and a lot of his old habits were no longer. Unfortunately for him, the pheromones were starting to get to him, they were in the air, after all, and Josh had taken less time to protect himself from them; than he should have. So what happened? Well, her passionate array of mouth to mouth was met with a response, one in kind that mirrored her, even matching her force of tongue tango. Everything around him was numb, he wasn't hearing words or responses very well, but he was just doing what his mind and body felt right doing. He was no longer strict, bound to a code and stiff as a board, a lot of things had changed...

Finally, he would feel the dress in his face and his senses would return to him. Wiping his mouth, the Jedi Master could only laugh along with the others at the events that had occurred as he would rise to his feet. And with that, as the Empress would decide to take conversation to another man, the Chiss from the royal ball, the Jedi Master would chuckle, seeing that their round of fun had come to an end. While he didn't part with a word, he would, in passing, leave a smack upon the rear end of the Empress, more gentle then the original, but something to remember him by, if drunks are capable of remembering. He would shoot her a cheeky grin and a wink, a thanks for the time before heading toward the bar to grab himself a seat and a drink.

As he would grab his drink, he would look back and notice that [member="Nimue Stormson"] had already moved from the gay Chiss onto a Mandalorian, and the Jedi couldn't help but laugh into the counter as he would use the Force to check the drink for any sort of... Contaminations before taking his sip.

 

[Jack Rand]

As Jack was finishing up with the receptionist as soon as another man was offering him a drink, man this night was going to be fun. "This ain't spiked or anything is it." Jack then quickly laughed and took a swig from the man's canteen, Jack somehow managed to forget to bring his own. The man he was talking to was rather attractive and stood at the exact same height as Jack, which was always a good thing. That's when a Zeltron woman came to take the man away which disappointed Jack, but oh well no point in being a downer at a party. Jack ordered a drink and then made his way over to the dance floor following the man and the Zeltron woman.

[member="Val Cardin"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Paige Argous"]