Zeltrons Gone Wild! (PM for invite)

[Nimue Stormson]

Since he wasn’t resisting as much as she thought it made it easier for the drunken Empress to pull the Jedi master into the ladies room. No one was around, yet, but that didn’t matter. Once she had him alone she hopped onto [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] and began forcefully kissing him again. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth while her arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close as she walked backwards at the same time.​

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One arm reached out to the side and felt around before finding a door into one of the stalls. Finally breaking off the kissing she opened it, seeing it was vacant, before looking back to DragonsFlame and giving a hungry, it dizzy, grin. Grabbing him with force she brought him in for another kiss before pushing him into the stall.​

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After that the Empress, starting to pull at the straps to her dress, walked in and closed the door behind her. What happened afterwards was, at least for Empress Nimue, one grand long blur that involved a lot of unusual noises.​

 

[Garik Reed]

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

Val had been given a foam gun in the dark, but as soon as the lights came back on, he found himself at the mercy of Dak. He held up his hands in mock surrender, and smirked at her. He looked at her as her fingers walked their way up his chest. "Well, I am your prisoner. Do with me as you wish..." He took her hand, and started leading her towards where he remembered the VIP Lounge being. He laughed inside his head. This night was turning out to better than expected. Sharing a canteen with a stranger, to a beautiful girl on his arm. Val whistled quickly as he pulled Dak along.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

What had happened after the Empress had shut the stall door had been a blur, not one that DragonsFlame was able to remember in particular. His inexperience in being in these environments for so long had led to him forgetting about the influence of pheromones, as well as the unusual strength of the drinks here. While he had tried to dull the effects of the drinks with the Force, it had been a hopeless endeavor. His memory wouldn't return to current events until the blonde haired Jedi Master would find himself outside of the party, seeming to be walking off the events in the.. Woo Hoo Room. As he did, he finally remembered a trick he had used on a prior Zeltros engagement. Force Breath, which as he used it, he could feel his air be cleansed and his senses begin to return to him. He would attempt to remember the events of before, though what had happened after he'd been dragged into the restroom was... Fuzzy. He vaguely remembered a lot of payback for the ass smack. What that entailed, he wasn't entirely sure.

What he didn't remember, as he decided to walk toward the docking bay to try and relax himself, was that he had left a phone number with [member="Nimue Stormson"] in the case they did not see each other again by parties end, when he went to go walk it off. If he would return to the party... Well, that would depend on a lot of things. For now, he was content to wander the area around for a bit.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Cryax Bane"] and his boyfriend got a glare. Preliat would return. He'd be back, he'd be back and he'd be less civil. He began to walk downwards, but he paused.


"You can pretend that you would win a war against us. You can pretend that we won't destroy everything you built. We won't take your planets. We won't enslave your people. We won't do any of that. We will destroy it, and we will leave nothing of the Ravens. I suggest, you think of a better course of action that pissing off the Mandalorians. It is not an endeavor that you will survive. And do not ever- ever, come for my family. Or Dredge and whatever hold he has over you and your people will be nothing but a small cut compared to what I will do to you."


Preliat began to leave, and was back at the door, receiving his weapons and his helmet. He bounced it in his hands, before cracking his neck, and sliding it over his head.


And he began to leave the club.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

Standing outside of the club was a figure in tall dark armor, an aura of pure sickening darkness poured off of his body and he stood leaning against a speeder. As Preliat exited the club the figure lifted up his fingers and from pinky to index finger dropped them down one by one waving at the man. Attached to his back was the massive sith sword that belonged to the former dark lord of the sith. His gleaming red eyes stared at Preliat and although it could not be seen wore a wolffish grin underneath his helmet.

"Ah Preliat Mantis. I see my men have failed me in their attempt on your life. Shame, I'll have to kill their young so weakness does not contaminate the blood line." Dredge said with a bit of happiness in his voice.

"I must say Preliat how long has it been since we last saw each other? Vorzyd? Perhaps that doomed prison planet when I had my old body. You look good though, have you been working out?" Dredge asked noticing that Preliat had gotten significantly bigger since the last time they spoke.

"Regardless we should talk."

 

[Armand Temi]

"I am your prisoner. Do with me as you wish..." Well, that was music to Dak's ears, better than anything the DJ could have played at that moment. When the human offered his hand, she took it. Her second liver was working overtime as it should. That biological asset would allow her to pretty much drink the human under the table.

She followed Cardin upstairs and as they entered the VIP lounge of Club Frenzy, bouncers parted to let the two of them settle into a private table. Dak snapped an order at a pretty Zeltron waitress to bring the bottle of Vistulo brandale to the table. "We could talk if you want. You could tell me about yourself," Dak said smiling. "Or we could just exchange information of a different kind. A more physical kind of information," she said, raising her glass full of brandale. "Either way, a toast to the newest Raven, Val Cardin!"

[member="Val Cardin"]

 

[Nimue Stormson]

After her “Jedi for the night” had left the only place anyone would find Empress Nimue of Effekt was currently passed out in the women’s room in the stall where she’d “claimed her prize of the night”; as her people would say. She was slumped up and sitting on the toilet with her arms hanging woozily at her side. Her dress was halfway off her body. One of her high-heels was missing from her left foot. Someone had come in and written “Karked out” on her forehead while other used marker and made funny doddles all over her face. The corner of her mouth stained with what was possibly vomit. And there was a mushed up number written on her arm as well. Not to mention her “unmentionables” were currently nowhere to be seen.​

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Her bodyguards would eventually find her and try to get her to a room to sleep it off for the night. The entire time, however, the Empress was as limp as an old fish. She’d experienced the party life of the galaxy, and Force only knew when she’d fully recover from it. It ever.​

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[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Val Cardin"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Jack Rand"]​

 

[Garik Reed]

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

Val sat down in the booth next to Dak. He toasted with her, and took a sip from his drink. "Hmm, well, physical information sounds good. Let's see, oh yeah." He pulled the collar of his shirt to just underneath his collarbone, revealing a nasty looking scar. "I got that one when I tried to pick up a wookiee's girl. Don't worry, she was a twi'lek." He let his collar go back up to his neck. He looked like he was thinking for a second. "Oh yeah..." He lifted up the bottom of his shirt up to his bottom of his ribcage, and there was what looked like a puncture wound. "That was for hitting on a trandoshan's mother...yeah, she was trandoshan. Not too proud of that one." The whole time he talked, his voice had a joking tone to it. He was obviously teasing Dak. For all she knew, what he'd just said was all made up. Suddenly, his eyebrow arched up, and he smirked at her. "Oh, I think you mean this..." He let his voice trail off, and he threw his arm around her neck. Val's other hand came up to her chin, and he moved in to kiss her.

 

[Armand Temi]

When the human showed all of his wounds, well it wasn't anything Dak hadn't seen before. But then when he went through his litany of wounds in painstaking detail - well she was getting a little turned on with the display of flesh. She listened intently and finally when he kissed her deeply she said, "Mr. Cardin, would you like to get out of here right now?"

[member="Val Cardin"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"Fifteen seconds."


Preliat glared at [member="Dredge"] beneath his helmet. He'd be wise to make the seconds count.

 

[Garik Reed]

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

Before she was done asking the question, Cardin was already out of the booth. He pulled her with him. One hand flew to his drink, the other to her waist. He pounded down the rest of his drink, and smacked it down on the table. "I honestly thought you were never going to ask." His joking tone had turned to a serious one. Val looked her in the eyes, showing her he meant business. "Where're we going?" Val asked.

 

[Armand Temi]

"To my hotel, Mesh'la." Dak gave the human a great big kiss on the mouth. She grabbed the handsome pilot around his waist and coaxed him to follow her to her Hotel which was conveniently across the street. "Let's order room service." She couldn't wait to get him into the room and have him all to herself.

[member="Val Cardin"]

 

[Garik Reed]

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

Cardin followed Dak out of the club. He smiled when he realized her hotel was right across the street. He followed her into her room, and took off his leather jacket, throwing it to the ground. He walked over to the high tech phone to call down for room service. A raspy 'Hello,' came over the comm. Val looked over to Dak. "What d'ya want? Drinks? Food?" He smirked at her, and gestured to the intercom.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

Dredge threw back his head in a genuine throaty laugh that echoed off the walls of the club in bassos of inhuman creepiness. He slowly calmed himself and wiped a tear from his eye.

"Oh it's good to see you too Preliat. I remember now the last time I saw you, I had just finished stabbing that old man you care about through the neck. Shame he survived, though I do suppose it gives me the pleasure of killing him again." Dredge said in a casual voice.

"Drop the whole diehard routine for a moment Preliat, there are four snipers with anti material rounds aimed at you right now and I could kill you if I so pleased. But that would be too easy, your time isn't here. No when you die, I'm going to make you watch me kill your little girl and your queen before I rip out your throat!" Dredge said with a snarl at the mando

"But." He said calming himself.

"I am simply here to tell you something. And since you killed my men you've proven yourself to be somewhat capable so you deserve to hear this from myself personally. You noticed that the men who attacked you wore Mandolorian armor correct? Well that wasn't even half of them. And let's just say" Dredge let out a sinister laugh

"They don't have words for the things I've done to them." He said with a a bit of malice in his voice

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"You're going to die, [member="Dredge"]."


Preliat turned his body, and began to walk away.


"Just you, though. Not me."

 

[Dredge]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

"We all have to die sometime Preliat, some more than others. Like your friends."

Dredge said before turning away and walking off into the night as well

 

[Paige Argous]

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

"Huh, jobs?" Paige repeated when her Zeltron friend mentioned working at the Red Revans. "Sure, I guess. I'll consider it." she said with a grin. Both blondes had a matching definition of 'fun', after all. Smirking around at the men who gazed at them, Paige was then led by her blonde friend to the dance floor. "Alright, dancing first it is, then."

The blonde human danced first with Dakita, until her friend left her to dance with the new guy. She was about to go up to them and ask if they wanted to go upstairs, but then the lights went out. Suddenly, she found herself on the recieving end of a rather powerful foam-gun when the lights came back on. So instead of going after Dakita and her friend, Paige let herself get drenched in the foam a bit more. After showing off some prurient dances on the dance floor though, she was done with dancing for the night. So, she went around, looking for people to hang out with.

Her hair and various parts of her body drenched in foam, the blonde couldn't help but wish she could take a shower or something. Maybe she should call it a night? After walking around a bit, Paige found herself looking at a man who was just wandering about the general area around the dance floor. ([member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]) "Hi there, you having a good time?" she asked with a friendly grin as she neared him.

 

[Armand Temi]

"I'd kill for some hubba chips and a nerfburger," she said loudly enough for the concierge to hear. "And a bottle of champagne." Dak needed to be careful because even though her trip was being funded by [member="Cryax Bane"] so that they could meet with Club Frenzy's owner, her boss's generosity with credits only went so far. As Val ordered she went over to the hotel window because something had caught her eye on the street as they left but both human and Zeltron were in such a rush to get to the hotel, she didn't get a good look. Gazing up and down the street outside of Club Frenzy she saw only party goers and guests spilling out into the street. Speeders stopped, deposited more patrons and zoomed off. She grimaced and hoped that nobody had spiked her drink because she swore she had seen the same scary Yuuzhan Vong she had seen on Makeb. She shook her head. Speaking of spiked drinks...

Dak stripped down to lacy red underwear and fishnet stockings and sat on the bed, rifling through her large and crowded handbag. "Ah-ha!" she said. She pulled out a small plastic bag of Nyriaan spice and tossed it on the duvet cover. She also quickly opened her datapad and texted [member="Paige Argous"] to see if she wanted to join them at the hotel. And there was also a text from Frab via Cryax who wanted her to get combat training. Ugh, why!?!? She had Krevin after all. She fired off a quick text to her Twi'lek bodyguard to also come to the hotel in case Cardin wasn't who he said he was. Dak could be reckless with men, but this fellow did have an awful lot of scars that you didn't get by just being a pilot.

Then she tossed her datapad on the floor, kicked her bag off the bed and stretched out next to the bag of Nyriaan spice. She smiled at Dak, twirled her hair and said, Okay prisoner, out of those clothes or I'm going to put you in solitary confinement."

Pleasure Hotel across the street from Club Frenzy:

[member="Val Cardin"]

 

[Garik Reed]

Val didn't order anything else after Dak, and simply thanked the voice on the other line. He smiled at Dak as she went to the window. Cardin looked at the Nyriaan spice, and chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry, babe, I don't play that game." He walked into the bathroom, and watched his hair in the sink, trying to get all the foam out. Val came back out, and sat down on the bed. He took his boots off as he looked Dak up and down. He winked to her again, and frowned at the knock on their door. He reached across the bed, and gave Dak a passionate kiss before going to the door. He opened it part way, and rudely grabbed their food from the twi'lek who'd brought it. "Thanks." Cardin slammed the door in his face, and turned back to Dak. He set the tray down on the bed, and took off his black shirt, revealing a few more smaller cuts, and some interesting tattoos. He started pouring the both of them drinks, and handed one to Dak.

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Dak took the glass of champagne and sipped it, inspecting Val's tattoos and healed cuts. "Those are some nasty lookin' scars," she said. "Who in the galaxy have you been pissing off?" she asked, giggling. He wasn't a spice-head which didn't bother her at all. I mean someone had to see straight to pilot a ship out of here when their trip was over. Normally that would be Krevin.

Suddenly she was not hungry at all for either spice or food, even though the burger smelled delicious. She leaned in to give the rugged pilot a longer kiss, one hand resting lightly on his neck. She could feel his pulse pounding through her fingertips.

[member="Val Cardin"]