Zeltros Nights

[Jsc]

Zeltros
Paz City
The Glamour District
Club Ice

She wanted to call it Little Coruscant. Blue, pink, and fuchsia holographics everywhere. An explosion of moving color. Fireworks, crispy honey treats, and loud music galore. Glass streets, silver towers, and scantily clad women were everywhere. At least, she figured them for women. Some of these species were so exotic, Karen really couldn't tell past the feathers and the headdresses. This district attracted all the wealthiest deviants. Even the G-humans could be Twi'leks on the weekends around here. Whoosh.

It was a similar story of wild tendencies inside Club Ice too. It was strange. Gungan sphere architecture in deep blues and glittering silvers. She'd never seen that arrangement before. Each room was a giant permaglass sphere tinted with crystal and holding a minimum of three, massive, orange ferns. Each room was bigger then the next too, interlocking like a desperate sexy puzzle. The rooms, (or bubbles,) where structured as follows; a dancefloor surrounded by many crescent lounges, two grand bars on each end, and a VIP section balcony situated above them all. Gaudy as hell and expensive beyond all measure.

The floors were a gray textured glass that illuminated with advertisements of beverages and pretty women as you walked on them. Below even that, and encased on all sides, was a salt-water aquarium filled with fish, mermaids, old pirate ships, and more. Yes, more. Sweet mercy, it was hard to tell just looking down. When where ever you stepped the floor LEDs changed colors. It wasn't making her thirsty or horny either. It was just giving this poor Corellian Jedi a headache from the start.

"...Trix. Can we just stop and talk a moment? I think the atmosphere is getting to me."

Clad in her silver titanium battle suit, Karen Roberts found a tiny space in the large crowd to take a break.

"Come on Karen. This is where all the best mercenary contracts and patrons can be found. Don't quit on me now girl. Never judge a dance club by it's cover. The adventure's just started."

Karen Roberts shook her head.

Shannon Trix. An aqua tinted Zeltron with purple hair. She was something of a preforming wrestler and part-time treasure hunter. Beautiful, busty, and deadly. Just the way she liked them. Well. In truth? She was just another one of Karen's many crazy contacts that keep the adventures interesting. Today they were meandering about the nightclub looking for a very specific Bounty Hunter named Rhino Sands. Karen just shuddered at the name alone. This mission was going to be a nightmare. She just knew it,

"Look. Just give me a minute to catch my breath. All these pheromones and walking around in heels is killing me. Bleh. How do all these humans even deal with it. This club is a hot soup of sexy-this and sexy-that. Ugh. I'm getting to old to go out dancing with sensual xenos anymore. I just knew it. Kill me now God. Don't toy with me like this."

Trix smiled and put her hands on her hips. Silly Jedi. Trix ain't for kids.

"Take a IB stim and you'll be fine, drama mama. Only a fool dances on Zeltros without a clear head and a repressed libedo. ...Here. Sit down and I'll go find our awful patron without you. He's got to be around here some where."

"Sure. Sure. I'll wait for you near the bar. Take your time with this one. We can talk about your bedside manner later. Ugh. Maybe I need that drink?"

Karen took a seat on a lounge nearer the bar. Throwing around about a dozen pillows before she could comfortably relax. The battle suit didn't help her posture either. Well, that was the real trouble with this planet. She playfully swooned.

The parties never, ever, stop.

"So many sexy people all in one place. What was I thinking looking for honest mercenary work in a hub like this. Ugh. I think I'm going to be sick for real this time."

Always playing it for drama. Whilest Karen lamented her surroundings Trix was busy scoping out the crowd. Bustling busty. Oh yes. One thing was for sure. For two lost souls on Zeltros?

It was going to be a busy night.

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[Josh Dragovalor]

Outside the mind.

Sitting at a table in a corner and sipping an already investigated drink was a man wearing a brown cloak, akin to the ones Jedi wore in the Order... The hood was over their head, only the lower half of their face being visible.... Just watching. Listening. Learning.

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Inside the mind.


After the last fiasco on Zeltros, Joshua was heavily prepared this time. He'd come to Zeltros for one reason. To listen, and to learn. Rumours ran rampant, as did the unsavory. This was where he came to find out information on everything from crime rings to slave rings. Of course, the last time he had come here, he was rusty, and fell victim to the pheromones. Not this time. This time, his head was clear. And his thoughts, wary. Nothing would catch him by surprise this time.

 

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Plink.

An exotic high heel tapped down upon the coffee table sitting before [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], shaking the glasses just right. She was a lovely one too. Legs for days. A warm red hued female who ran a slender finger along her calf and up her thigh. Ending her journey at a holdout blaster strapped high against her pleasure.

"Hi."

She said with a flowers grace. Eyes like a hunter. Voice like an angel.

"The Producer would like to see you upstairs."

She smiled and flashed her dress to a close. That was enough peaking for now.

"Follow me."

Ah, but she didn't need a name. The two large guards nearer the stairs reminded Dragonflames senses of that. This wasn't a request. It was an... Invitation. The VIP balcony awaited.

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From across the room, Trix noticed this interaction as well.

"Pfft. Mr. Brown Robes it is then. That's my que."

She scampered along the lounges until she practically hoped upon Josh. Whoa. Two bombshells already? Way to go Jedi Master.

"Oh my gosh. Hehe. Sorry about that? I'm so clumsy. Here..."

Trix held out her perfectly sculpted arm for him to take in escort. Charisma with a naughty wink.

"...Our meeting on the balcony awaits."

Josh was her ticket into the big times.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

It wasn't long before his stay was interrupted by a woman who decided to get a little flirty and a little bit more showy. While his eyes couldn't be seen, they remained fixed on the eyes of his visitor. But what she could see? A smirk, crossing his lips at the bottom half of his face shown under the hood. An invitation then... Interesting. He would get to his feet, cracking his neck as he would stretch his shoulders before nodding silently. He didn't say a word, only kept his Force presence hidden and complied. His lightsaber remained hooked securely to his belt, and it would be useful if things got.. Ugly. Granted, he didn't need it... He had many more skills at his disposal for any situation.

As he went, he noted a woman nearly colliding with him and offering her arm. He would nod, smirking faintly and taking it. It was an odd invitation, but he would play along... For now.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

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Together they walked up the long coral stairway that led to the great expanse. The VIP. Trix played her part well. Arm candy for the handsome hero. The guards parted the like the sea and Josh's earlier flirtation waltzed ahead upon the floors of ocean blue. It was an effortless ascent that lead Dragonsflame to the seat of a serpent's power. The Producer of Club Ice.

The blue dress turned. Red hand raised with her ruby lips smiling,

"Wait here please."

She was a creature of few words it seemed. Josh could sense her cold heart even before she could disappear behind a curtain. The woman on his arm was much more nervous,

"Welcome to the top of the mercenary world my friend." She spoke playfully into Josh's ear. A purple smile to hide her anxious hands. "...You must be somebody rather important for Him to take notice. And I like important. Oh yes. A woman's fantasy indeed."

Trix tore herself awake like a soft breeze and introduced herself,

"Shannon Trix. Of the Blue Company. Maybe you've heard of me? Hm?"

The flattery was a pleasant waste of time. Her dress was the perfect mix of ambitious socialite mixed with a drop of warrior's wine. A pretty face to hide her fierce woman's nature. They had time. Maybe they could talk? After all, it appeared the Producer was not yet ready to show himself to [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]. Just yet.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

There was no trust, no foolishness on his end. He knew the type on Zeltros. Last time he had been here, he was foolish.... Arrogant... Human. Now... He was back in Jedi Master Mode. And there would be no mistakes. No. Mistakes. He didn't seem phased whatsoever by what he could sense around him. Coldness... Heartlessness... Nervousness.. These things ran through the air. Some might find it chilling. Not to him. He thrived in it. Someone wanted to see him... A mercenary, it seemed. When the woman would whisper into his ear, he only smirked in response. Top of the mercenary world, huh? Great, he had acquired notice.

"Joshua" He would respond softly, yet firmly. A leader's voice.... The flirtations did not escape his notice, of course... And he would quip in response, the first full sentence he had spoken since arriving.

"You would think the beautiful ones would be doing more then arm candy work" He would quip with a teasing hint to it, a small smile crossing his lips under the hood. "I hope they're paying you well to put looks like that to use?" He would inquire, a handsome smirk replacing the smile, the playfulness evident in his voice.

Of course, he knew they were just buying time... Her flattery was flat and likely fake. Like the rest of Zeltros. This, he knew well.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

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Trix smiled at his compliments. He had no idea,

"Oh don't worry. I know how to play rough with the best of them. A girl's gotta eat ya know."

She winked for effect. Though, it was obvious he didn't know of the Blue Company and their merits. A pity. The purple Zeltron spun around and pulled back the curtain nearby. It lead to a long hallway with no one nearby. A back entrance maybe? Trix didn't know. But before she could inquire of Josh further, the other woman quickly appeared from behind another red curtain. Smiling like a perfectly pleasant servant was supposed to,

"Thank you for waiting Master Jedi. May I present to you. The Producer. Colonel Jack Mire of the Gray Serpents Company. Zeltros."

An large brusk fellow exited the curtain behind her with a look of sheer boredom on his face. He was a handsome human male, tall, and definitely made of muscle. He wore a trimmed goatee and a full suit of red duraplast battle armor. Knives everywhere. His neck and hands showed the evidence of a full suite of tattoos covering his entire body. War trophies probably. ...And he looked none too excited to see Josh either.

The Colonel grabbed a cigar from his hostess and frowned. Looking over both of them with a sigh of distaste,

"This. This right here? ...This is what you pulled me away from my card game for?" He frowned to his hostess woman, "...Please. He doesn't even look like a Sith Master."

"Jedi Master, sir."

"Whatever. ...Hey buddy? You're expected, sure. But uh? ...I thought you were supposed to be a woman. With blue hair? What gives? They expecting me to give away all my best jobs to amateurs these days. Bah. What a joke."

He put the cigar in his mouth and shrugged. Wondering why he was supposed to be taking with Josh in the first place. Trix knew better however, even as the four massive guards nearer the sides of the balcony began to get a bit nervous. She knew exactly what the Colonel was talking about.

"Oops."

Trix kept her mouth shut and looked to [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] with a guilty expression. How was Josh going to talk his way out of this one?

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He couldn't help but chuckle. He highly doubted the woman had no combat abilities. He was sure that each of the escorts and arm candy here were capable, fully, of combat... Though he couldn't help but wonder how those abilities were used.

"I don't doubt you" He would tease with a small smile. "I just hope they're using your abilities correctly" he would tease, giving her a playful wink in response. But their conversation would come to a premature end as the other woman, Elsa, he had nicknamed her in his head, would appear from the curtain and introduce a Colonal or something like that. Gray Serpents Company. What had he gotten himself into now?

He certainly didn't seem happy to see him, and he would quickly find out why. It seemed that they had been expecting a Jedi Master for a mercenary job of sorts, which while he didn't approve of a Jedi Master taking mercenary work, the peculiar thing was that someone had apparently sensed his force energy, and they had grabbed the wrong Jedi Master!

"Oops" Trix had said. He doubted the sincerity of her guilty expression, and he shot her a look, but still retained his calm amusement the entire time. And what did he do then? Laugh. A jolly, amused laugh. "I see what's going on here now" The Jedi Master would speak finally. "You were expecting a woman, a Jedi Master. The problem is... It seems your forces got the wrong Jedi Master" He would add as he would remove his hood, finally revealing who he was as the blonde hair would fall to his face, and brimming brown eyes stared a hole through the Colonal.

"I'll be blunt with you, as beautiful as your girls here are, it seems they've made a mistake in identifying their Jedi Master. My name is Joshua DragonsFlame" He would introduce with a polite bow. He wouldn't bother talking up his credentials, they spoke for themselves, and stroking his own ego wasn't something he generally did. What he did know was that he was a former Council Member in the Jedi Order, a member since his days as a Jedi Knight, the Order's former Weaponmaster, and considered one of the better swordsmen in the Order during his time. And of course, a former Grandmaster, which spoke for itself. But the time for introductions was finished, it was time for business.

"Now, if you have no further business with me, seeing as this was a terrible misunderstanding, I will take my leave. But if I see; or sense; your mercenary Jedi Master, I'll send her upstairs" He would add with a small smile. "Blue haired woman, right?" He would inquire. Y'know, he almost recalled seeing a blue haired female in the Order, a Master too... He thought. He knew he would probably recognize her if he saw her.

"Good day, Colonal. And you as well, Miss Trix, with your name as ironic as you are beautiful" He would bid farewell before turning to leave the room. Of course, his guard was still up. He wouldn't trust these people for a second.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

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Everyone looked to the Colonel. He just shrugged with a little surprise. Guess they had the wrong guy? Oh well. Poor 'Elsa' must have just grabbed the first brown robes she saw downstairs. And I guess that was that. They let the Jedi Master take his exit unmolested. The Producer could now return to his card game with fewer distractions.

At the bottom of the wide coral stairway there stood a familiar description. A blue-haired woman in a silver titanium battle suit. Smirking as she gave a short bow to Josh's arrival. Her Force Aura was potent indeed,

"Ah. Master Dragonsflame. I did not sense you. Forgive me. But fancy it to find you on Zeltros as well? Hehe. I am Karen Roberts of Corellia. An old associate of Grandmaster Darron Wraith's. And it appears we are trading places today. You come down, whilst I endeavor to go up. Fascinating."

She set one foot on the stairs and the guards parted ways. Even these dumb brutes knew not to stop anyone who might be a Force Adept. Especially when she carried a helm under her arm and twin lightsabers on her belt so openly.

"Time for a chat later? I've, got some business to attend to upstairs first. But I'd love to share a drink this evening?"

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He figured as much that they'd just grabbed the first brown robed guy they saw, assuming it was their Jedi Mercenary. He would shrug as he left. Poor Elsa. Hopefully they wouldn't get mad and would just... Let it go. As the blonde haired Jedi Master would walk down the stairs, amused by the encounter, he would end up face to face with a familiar one though, the Jedi he was thinking about earlier. He recognized her now... Karen Roberts. They hadn't spoken much at all, and he couldn't recall where he remembered her from. But by her description, it was obvious this was the one they were looking for.

To her offer, he would give a warm, yet amused smile. "That would be lovely, Master Roberts. Do give my regards to your... Rather peculiar mercenary friends" He would respond with a small chuckle before his hand would disappear into the sleeve of his robes, to return with something in his hand. He would hand it to her, two roses. "My regards especially, rose and all, to miss Trix as well. The other one is for you" He would tease with a handsome smile as he would turn and continue down the stairs, before looking back at her. "And Master Roberts? Next time you take jobs from mercenary groups, do try and make sure to give them a proper description, robes and all. Less mistakes that way" He would snark, a knowing grin crossing his lips, in a way telling her within a few words what had happened before heading back down. He would meet her later, he was sure.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

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"Indeed." She smirked and wondered aloud. What a charming gentleman. Hm.

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Business took just over an hour. Karen parted ways with Trix just outside the club and made her way further up the silver streets. Stopping in to a Cobblestone Bakery for a coffee and a stim. Zeltron pheromones were getting to her again. She needed to bring her body back down to earth again. Bah. Horrible species. It was a wonder she hadn't married one by now.

Her first mission for the Red Sands didn't begin until tomorrow. She had time to kill until the night was fully expired. Perhaps it was time to see if the old Grandmaster was available for that drink. The roses she had used during the negotiations. Trix seemed rather smitten with them really.

She extended her sense and her Force Aura to it's maximum potency. Browsing for similar signatures. If Josh was still around. He would be sure to sense her from miles away.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

She wouldn't have to look far.

The aura from before would reach her senses quite quickly, as the Jedi Master appeared to be near. He had a mind like hers, it seemed, as the young Jedi Master had opted to visit the bakery in order to grab something to eat, to regain his senses and keep his mind off the pheromones. After his last visit to Zeltros had led to him, in his inexperience after not being exposed to them for so long and pretty much not being in Jedi Master Mode, to succumbing to pheromones and ended up being dragged into a bathroom with an Empress from a foreign kingdom. This time, he was in full Jedi Master Mode, remembering how he'd handled pheromones during his first visit, while Grandmaster. He would not succumb again. Ever. But after that experience, he was much more careful this time, but as he was at the bakery, he could sense another presence projecting itself. Nearby, too. Turning, he would smile as the Jedi Master from before would enter his vision.

"Miss Roberts, a pleasure to see you again" He would greet her warmly. "How did your... Negotiations go, if I might ask?"

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

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A shadow indeed. Would Peter Pan have had better luck. It appeared Dragonsflame was of a like mind towards the Bakery too. How strange.

"Oh? Why hello there. My my. How fancy are we two. Meeting like this so commonly. Scandalous indeed. Hehe."

Who was following who, she wondered.

"My business went very well, thank you. Trix is an amazing woman when it comes to swaying the minds of others. I expect a very profitable return on my next investment. Couldn't be happier."

She clasped her hands around her coffee mug and motioned them towards the windows. Karen enjoyed talking with a view of the city in mind.

"And what about you Master Dragonsflame? What brings you to our fair city today hm? Business or pleasure?"

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Well, she had wanted to see him anyway. This just saved them both the trip around Zeltros looking for one another. When two are fated to meet, it usually happens sooner rather than later, he supposed. "The Force works in mysterious ways, m'lady, bringing people together when it sees fit. Perhaps this is just one of those times?" He would tease with a joking grin crossing his face.

To her answer, he couldn't help but laugh. "Trix is an... Interesting sort. She makes a Sith look like an angel when it comes to swaying others" He would joke cheekily. Despite his former self imposed exile, it appeared that Master DragonsFlame had been unable to lose one thing, and that was his sense of humour. "I do hope she enjoyed the roses" He would add with a chuckle.

Getting his coffee, he would follow Karen to the seats near the window amusedly. "A bit of both" He would admit with a casual shrug. "I enjoy applying a very basic Jedi attribute, which is patience. Watching and learning. Simply enjoying yourself, sitting and drinking leads to good information if you're patient enough to listen. This is how I deal with slavers" He would reveal, smirking a bit. "I follow where the Force takes me, unfortunately the Force likes to hide in the mouths of unruly bar goers" He would tongue in cheek.

"And what of you, Master Roberts? What brings a Jedi of all people to Zeltros to do mercenary work? Kiskla didn't lower the mediocre pay for Masters so much to pay for her hair products that you had to quit and take a job as a mercenary in Zeltros to keep yourself afloat, did she?" He would joke at the end, though a legitimate question of what in the world was a Jedi Master doing on Zeltros taking mercenary work.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

The air shimmered and contorted, a mirage without a desert. A humanoid egressed from the phantasmagoria, solid and cloaked in tincture of sable. Hair of pure alabaster hung past cinder hued features, surpassing chiseled marble in chill austerity. Eyes like twin embers of flickering hate cast the only glow of color. They flicked around the room predatorily.

Dûvain grimaced, thin lips peeling back to reveal yellowed fangs as he adjusted a strap on the matte-grey durasteel breastplate clearly visible beneath his black long coat, the edges of which draped below the knees. The abomination finished and prowled past bystanders with the gravitas of a hungry vine cat, lean after winter.

He moved into a back dark lit room reserved for private audiences. A Zeltrosian courtesan followed after him, either too curious or too greedy. The pink-skinned femme closed the door and sashayed toward the tall stranger, but Dûvain did not take the indicated seat. Before she could extend a hand for payment her gaze found the red orbs that sat where his eyes should have been. The courtesan swayed, eyes drooping, suddenly weary.

"Shh," whispered the stranger, one clawed hand taking the back of her head.

Sleep beckoned her, sagging her limbs so that they might not move, even when pouches flared open on the tall man's cheeks and tendrils shot out toward her face. She thought she should scream, but her throat would not respond. Was it strange, those tendrils shooting toward her, the way they slithered up her nostrils and set her head to pounding? She thought it might be... she thought....

And then she thought nothing at all.

The Arkanian-Anzat hybrid finished his meal and let the corpse slump to the ground. Arching brows slashed downward like thunderbolts in a frown. That had been.... unsatisfying. He needed something more... a diversion from life's bland tedium. Dûvain slipped out of the private room and shut the door behind. A dead hooker on Zeltros? How unusual. He snorted at the blandness of his actions. Something more exotic was required, a bit more entropy to disrupt the system.

"But what?" he wondered.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | [member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[J.Reaper]

reaper satt in one of the corner tables having a drink, he had put his helmet close to him while he still had his weapons except a blade that he had put next to him, a dagger on his back, he had a cigarette in his mouth and looked around, he then drank the glass empty before puting on his helmet aswell as his cloak and covered part of his helmet since seeing a clone was weird. reaper got up as he put his sword on his left side of his hip as he walked out and looked up, he then sighed before hearing something in a ally close by, he walked over there seeing to a group of people fighting like a gang of birds fighting over a corpse, he looked at them and the people starting looking at him "what you looking at!!??" one of them screamed, reaper just looked at them without saying a word, one of them walked over to him as he tried to look at him "did you hear me you bastard? or are you to afraid to say anything?" reaper looked at him through his visor before he grinned and punched the man in the stomach before kicking him to the others. the others looked at there friend then at reaper and charged him. reaper standed his ground, one of them tried to punch him and reaper quickly sidestepped as he kicked him into the wall knocking him out, another trying to kick his head, he blocked it with his arm and then did a straight punch towards the face hearing a cracking sound indicating that he broke the mans jaw. he had beaten up everysingle one except one that was holding a dagger, he charged reaper and was aiming towards his stomach, reaper grinned as he kicked up the mans hand and sended the knife up the air as he grabbed the mans throat, he catched the mans knife as it was falling back down, reaper then quickly stabbed him in the stomach and let him fall dead to the ground. reaper looked around before walking away cracking his neck. "that was fun, i guess" he said with a smirk on his face.

 

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Cobblestone Bakery
Paz City, Zeltros

Karen and Josh sat by the windows, talking easily.

"Oh. Perhaps I have a story to tell then. Hehe. ...I've been only loosely affiliated with the Republic State Orders since long before the Invasion of Teta. I floated mostly in the Navy circles until the loss of Coruscant too. But. By then I'd already had years enough to realize that the Republic was simply not enough. Not enough for me and not enough for them. Even the Jedi Orders are too concerned with internal politics to worry about the external ones these days. ...It's a boring story, I know. Repeated several times already and it only gets more depressing. Hehe."

She waved the comment away with a chuckle. She could make fun of herself in that way.

"Anyway. In the mean time I've been living a wayward destiny around Corellia. Amassing fortunes, learning new technologies, surviving wild new Force Techniques, and acquiring colorful friends far, far from the Force Orders of our day. Even a few mercenary contracts and proxy wars amongst them too. Hehe. It's been a hell of a ride."

Karen didn't mention even half of the events that had happened since she'd become a Jedi Knight. There simply wasn't the time.

"However. I've recently become a part of Master Nytrau's 'Jedi Academy Network'. A loose collaboration of all of the galaxies Light-sided Cults. ...I think it has great promise. Mm."

She held her coffee close and stared out the window. It had been so long since her days on Tython. Was there really any hope left for another unified Jedi Government? In the quiet moments that lingered. She doubted it.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

 

[Sal Katarn]

Dûvain sniffed the air. The quarry lay nearby, he could feel them. The abomination prowled down the street, another courtesan following in his wake. So easy, to mold minds. The thoughts of mortals were feeble, effortlessly enticed with a tug here and a push there to let their dreams hang in the balance. The Zeltrosian hooker would fulfill her destiny soon enough.

The red-skinned femme stood outside while he entered Cobblestone Bakery. The presences of two Force auras shone from within, confident and unsuppressed. Dûvain ran a parched tongue along his teeth. Time to slake the eternal thirst.

The hybrid drifted inside, seized a chair from a table he passed and set it down next to [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] and [member="Karen Roberts"]' table. Then he seated himself without so much as a by-your-leave.

He waited until their conversation paused, then...

"Hello, travelers," he uttered in an uncanny, reverberating voice.

 

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Roberts cut her story short. Ah yes. They had company. Company which made her spider-sense go: Warning Will Robinson, Warning. Or something to that effect. She cut to the chase. In her short lifetime of eternal conflict, she'd only been approached by Darksiders like this about a dozen times. Usually in teams of two, Force Aura cloaked, and wearing Phrik armor. Funny. It was usually in a bar too. Kaine Zambrano must have been getting rusty with his assassins these days. This guy even bothered to say hello.

She sighed and tipped her head to Josh,

"I'll start. You can take his allies. And uh, we can flip for the interrogation later. Cheers."

She kicked out her chair and took a Form V stance. Her seat smashed against the far wall and splintered. A smile grew on the matron's face and her blue single-hilt was already burning. Ah. Assassination attempts. Thanks Sith Lords. It was feeling just like old times already.

[member="Dûvain"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

 

[Sal Katarn]

Woods shards sprayed through the air, but Dûvain remained seated, an expression of mild surprise mixed with pleasure on those stone-etched features. Ah, at last, an unpredictable response. Foolish and idiotic yes, but so deliciously new. Dealing with these saber-happy mortals was always painfully defacing, but at least it provided some entertainment.

"Mmm," the blanket of apathy returned as she spoke and grew predictable again. Sabers first, questions later, and all the while furniture died. ".... you disappoint me."

He waited for the blond one to react.

[member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]