Fight Club - Warehouse 287 (Social)

[Callen Shaw]

Nar Shadaa - Warehouse 287 - Fight Night
Open to Anyone - No Actual PvP - No Shenanigans​

It was all hands on deck for Callen's small but growing crew. They had converted the abandoned warehouse to fit the purposes of the night nicely. There was a bar that sold both drinks and drugs staffed by several bartenders at one end of the room and card tables at the other if people prefered those activities but the main draw of the night was the arena that had been placed in the center of the large open area. Makeshift bleachers had been placed all around for seating.

There were already people taking bets on the fight and the crowds were starting to gather. Callen sat in a sectioned off the area on a second-floor balcony that had set up for Cartel VIPs or those with the money to buy there way in. There was a second, smaller bar up here that sold a bit higher tier drinks at a much higher cost. The whole balcony had an excellent view of the arena below.

Callen lounged in his chair, whiskey on the table in front of him and a cigar in his mouth. He wore a black sports coat with a white shirt underneath. He eyed the large display on the wall that indicated to everyone the fights would start in thirty minutes. The event had come together nicely and there was nothing left for him than to enjoy the party, maybe make some connections, and, of course, make a lot of money.

While everyone had come for the fights, this was also a party and plenty to do for anyone if they weren't interested in the fights.

 

[Tavek Aldir]

Tavek had heard about the fight nights that took place in the warehouse district, and they certainly sounded interesting. He made a mental note that he might have to come back and visit them some night when he wasn't working - place some wagers, do some spice, and take a woman home - but that wasn't tonight. Or was it? Could he do all of that after his contract was finished? Whatever the answer, he knew he needed to stay focused for now.

Unlike most of his jobs, this one wasn't strictly for the Empire. Granted, any contacts he developed the Empire would benefit from, but this one was for a rather wealthy Vigo in the Cartel. Normally, Tavek wouldn't have bothered, but he saw the opportunity to build a close relationship with someone of potential value later, so he agreed.

His target for the evening was a wealthy businessman with a well-known interest in gambling. The Vigo had been polite enough to provide Tavek with everything he could need for this operation and in exchange Tavek would plunge the knife. His new contact would owe him one, which was just how the assassin liked it.

He wore no armor to the event - as was his custom - and left behind his sword. Instead he'd brought along a more simple, concealed knife to replace it and left his hilts concealed. The target of the hour had yet to arrive, so Tavek made his way through the stands. A mind trick had easily put him past the guard at the VIP station and everything was working like a charm. He ordered a drink from one of the passing waiters and took a seat as he gazed down at the fight soon to commence.

One of the two looked notably smaller, but he saw a fair few individuals passing their money and declaring his name. Tell me, he said, leaning toward the man nearby whom he didn't know, (@Raydo) Do you ever bet on the scrappy ones?

 

[Victoria Winterblaze]

Victoria hadn't had a good proper brawl in a little while, at least not one where she wasn't already in an advantageous position to win before it began. The offer of booze, fist fighting, and more booze appealed to her although a little bit of mingling wouldn't hurt while the night was still young. It wouldn't be a fun fight after all if Victoria was completely stone sober and so she made her way over to the bar and ordered a nice tall glass of rum to start with.

The warehouse wasn't screaming high-class establishment but then again how many fancy hotels enjoyed patroning the blood sports for guests? Not many, in all likelihood. At least as the place began to fill with others, Victoria would get a chance to find companions or offers of employment, presuming, of course, she didn't completely embarrass herself in the fight.

 

[Nick Welch]

Nick was feeling for some fighting, so what did he do? He went to the fighting match of course. And naturally, he wasn't the one doing the fighting, he let that be for the ignorant fools who wanted to test their body's durability and capability. No, Nick was here for the money, it was always about the money, let the strong weak minded fools play their games, while the educated smart men betted. Nick was an investor, and today he would be investing, in people. Nick showed his pass to the entrance guard, and walked through, showing yet another pass to the nastier looking guard to gain entrance to the VIP only section. Here was where the big boy and big girls played. Walking over to an empty seat, Nick surveyed his surroundings, sensing the atmosphere rich with wealth. Nick felt the tension building up between the audience, typical before the fight starts. Nick cared less who won the fight, but instead came for alliances, and partnerships between people. Nonetheless, Nick pulled out his card, and read over the fighters, and a little of their biography. True strength was needed at competitions such as this, but strategy was a key component. Did not matter how strong you were, if your opponent was smarter and more cunning, they had a good chance of beating you and without any self damage. As more people began to fill in, the lights began to dim, and the announcer came over the intercom, the crowd beginning to quiet down.

 

[Käte]

Käte wasn't here to make friends, nor did she really know how to make friends outside of Deucalia. She had chosen to go on a lengthy leave with a man known as Allard Keever, in hopes of learning more about the galaxy. But more importantly than that, to find a war worth fighting for. This was more of a quick detour, for...fun, she supposed? Not a lot of people considered wrestling fun other than to make a quick profit.

To each their own, she supposed.

The Valengard took a spot near a railing, readjusting her tank top and habitually scratching the tattoo running down the length of her body from her collar. Hopefully nobody was into Deucalian history, otherwise she would have to give quite a lengthy speech (in Basic, mind you) about why she was here.

 

[Serie Fond]

Serie waited for the crowd to separate a bit as she came walking through. Which was good, because if anyone had touched her it very well might have meant the loss of that limb for the poor soul. Not that she was in a bad mood particularly, just in a no nonsense sort of mood.

While she was here to supposedly enjoy watching some people beat the crap out of each other, she was actually there for a bit different reasons. One of which was obviously Callen.

As her eyes scanned quickly she picked him up in the crowd just in front of, sitting next to some man she hadn't seen before, she was sure, although there was something familiar about him.

Just as she was about to take to the stands and start conversing with the man, she just happened to look over her shoulder and notice that a blonde woman with an familiar looking tattoo leaning over the railing watching the fights as well. Everythingg about the woman screamed Decalucian, but she could tell the woman appeared not to be recognize her however, so she doubted that she had been on Mandalore.

Finding a seat next to Callen, she smiled at him before leaning down for a brief one arm hug, giving he the chance to keep her eyes on the other.

Hey there. Quite the crowd gathering tonight huh? Think you'll want to participate tonight? Who's your friend?

For whatever reason, she recalled back to their first night together, and of course the morning after. She always seemed to be playing 21 questions with him. She took her seat next to Callen and turned her attention to the stage, curious to see who would the next ones fighting, mostly because she liked critiquing them if nothing else.

 

[Callen Shaw]

He puffed on the cigar when a nearby man leaned over and asked him about some of the fighters below. "Occasionally." he said grinning "Though if I had to bet it all on one fight, I would usually go with the bigger guy." (@Phoenix) he said honestly. Everyone loved an underdog, but the entire reason they were the underdog is that people like them normally got the shit kicked out of them.

"Its easier to stomach a loss when you side with the underdog, they are supposed to lose." he said puffing on cigar again before taking it in his hand and pointing it at man. "But losing with the guy who is supposed to win? That shit stings." he finished taking a sip of whiskey and placing the cigar back in his mouth.

He continued to watch when a woman caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He glanced over seeing Serie approaching. He smiled and winked at the woman as she approached. She leaned down and hugged him before taking a seat. He was glad she was here. He was growing fond of her company and they always seemed to have a good time together. She had been a huge help as of late as well. "Evening" he replied as she (@anzat17) took a seat next to him. "It is a decent crowd" he continued looking over the warehouse from their vantage point on the second story. The room was growing more and more crowded by the second.

"Just a spectator tonight." he answered another one of her questions. Callen wouldn't have minded joining in and he loved a good fight, and before he would have been down there eager to get his hands bloody. Now, he tried looking at the bigger picture. Tonight was about so much more than winning a single fight.

He turned back to the man he was speaking with before. "So care to put your money on scrappy?" he said nodding down towards the arena. "I'll bet you a thousand credits the big guy takes it." he offered. (@Phoenix)

 

[Preyt Jhess]

Preyt was excited, it had been years since the last time he participates in one of these fight clubs, but he had very good memories of it, it was always safer to shoot or slice someone in his job, leaving little room for some good old punching and kicking. And even if he had the opportunity, the thugs he usually dealed with only had unarmed experience from bar brawls, getting shut down pretty quickly, these fighters, however? They seemed a little more challenging.

Preyt was already wearing his fighting attire, some shock boxing shorts that he didn't get to use much, his favorite black tanktop and white wrapping bandages all around his arms. "Hey, bartender! Give me your ssstrongessst drink, wanna prepare myself for my fight my own way" Preyt shouted at him to call his attention, followed by a laugh, looking around to see if he knew anyone there, recognizing Callen( @Raydo ) And greeting him with a salute and a smile before starting to poison his body with some alcohol, some people would have told him that drinking before a fight was not the best of ideas, but the Trandoshans were able to drink much more than the average sentient race, only being rivalled by other races like...well, the Wookiees, who just had to be their rivals at everything. Besides, if he got drunk it would balance the fact that he is at least 100 pounds heavier than the average fighter there, giving them more of a chance and making it a little bit more balanced and fun for everyone.

 

[Tavek Aldir]

Tavek smiled broadly and nodded as the other man mentioned that he sometimes betted on the smaller ones. He couldn't help but be a sucker for betting on the small, scrappy ones. He wasn't much of an underdog man himself, but he had known a kind once upon a time who was small but potent and had given Tavek a taste for those who fought with speed.

I'll take it, he said with a nod, reaching his hand out to shake on it. If he lost the bet, he would merely steal it back from someone else. Or win it back gambling on dice... a nice game where a flick of a finger meant he was winning.

Tavek Toladan, he said, offering his alias and then offering a hand to the new arrival as well. Despite both being Sith, he'd not met the woman before, and though he would have recognized her name immediately, he couldn't say he knew her face.

I suppose its time to see if I made a wise investment, he said. Turning back to the arena, he saw the first fight commence. It was a quick one it seemed. The two traded blows and at first the scrappy one seemed to be doing well. He landed several blows and dodged even more, but then, things shifted to the unfortunate. A good punch sent the man sprawling back on his back unconscious. Tavek let out a groan and made a "tisk" noise as he shook his head.

Maybe I should have stuck with the big man, he said, passing the prize to his drinking companion. Well played, my friend. @Raydo @anzat17

 

[Allard Keever]

He was here!

He was late... but he was here! He chuckled a little bit as he wandered into the place, dressed in his armoured suit with a gym bag slung over one shoulder. After all, he was going to be having a fight with Kalla so he wasn't going to be going in with his suit! That would be weird, overdressed and he would likely get blood on it at some point.

Moving over to where the better was going already going down, Allard flashed a grin as he handed over a credit chip,

"Five thousand on Kate." he bet with the house, handing over the credits and accepting the betting slip, "Thank you kindly."

Moving over to the Deucalian, Allard handed her a bottle of water with a grin.

"I hope you win... if you do, we'll split the winnings I'll be making, 50/50, deal?"

@Herrith

 

[Callen Shaw]

He shook the man's hand "Callen Shaw." he said nodding. Regardless of the outcome, neither men looked like the loss of 1,000 credits would harm them too much. It was just enough to sting and get the blood going.

The smaller man landed his fair share of blows, but it only took one wrong hit and the man had been knocked out. The sound of cheering mixed with the sound of people hissing at their lost money.

He shrugged. "You win some. You lose some." he said in an even tone as he took his winnings. "Let me buy you drink, friend." he said waving over one of the waitresses. "I'll have another whiskey." he said before looking towards Tavek "and my friend here will have a..." he said waiting for the man to give an order.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked Serie while the waitress was still there. Seconds later they would have their drinks. Callen relaxed for a bit a longer, he would be announcing some the bigger fights later but for now he just wanted to watch.

It was not hard to spot the large Trandoshan who nodded to Callen when they saw each other. They had worked together in the past, and Callen knew they Preyt could fight. He nodded at the man from across the way. @Versok

@Pheonix @anzat17

 

[Tavek Aldir]

Tavek certainly wasn't going to reject a drink. Especially when he had just lost 1,000 credits in a single go. Well, it was no bother, he'd just swindle some poor oaf out of it later tonight. I suppose I can't turn it down now, he said with a smile as he leaned back again (@Raydo). I'll take an Alderaanian Brandy, he said to the waitress, smiling and noticing just how attractive she was.

I don't believe I caught the name of your lovely drinking partner here, he stated, turning now to the woman who had sat across from him. Something about her still seemed vaguely familiar and he was trying to place her. Not to mention she was obviously attractive - though also seemingly taken? He wasn't sure, and he wasn't always sure it mattered. @anzat17

 

[Serie Fond]

Already the fights were proving to be the exciting venture for her. Of course she wasn't surprised when Callen had once again picked a winner. He was decidedly good at she had come to find out herself, and at a bit of an expense as well.

While the two talked she paid little attention, instead waiting to see who would be the next c9nyestants to beat each others brains out. Well not literally anyway. That was until she got the feeling she was being talked about and glanced over in time to hear Callens guest inquiring her name.

Serie Fond. It's a pleasure.

She said with a curious smile and slight tilt of her head. And you are?

 

[Preyt Jhess]

Preyt stormed through the warehouse's doors with a big, dumb smile on his face, he had just won his fight by making the other opponent concede "Guesss who has just won!" He screamed with excitement, walking towards the bar and looking at the bartender with a shit eating grin "Hey, Barman, Give me another drink, the ssstrongessst, mossst expensssive one ya have to offer, I need to celebrate this well earned victory" The Trandoshan said loudly before lowering his tone "Better yet, give me the whole bottle! don't worry, have more than enough to pay it" He commented, noticing how the barman was nodding but also staring at his right hand "Yeah, right, a band aid or sssomething for my right hand would be appreciated" The lizard added, looking at his right hand which lacked a good amount of flesh between his thumb and the index finger, staining the bar counter with his reptile blood, but hey, Trandoshans regenerated, Preyt would just have his hand fully operational in a few days again, so who cares? For now, he only cared about how drunk he was going to get.

 

[Nick Welch]

In the end, it didn't matter who won the match. Nick had some fun, a good sort of entertainment. Unfortunately, Nick was too caught up in the game to go around and socialize with the other patrons and guests. He finished his exotic drink, and leaned back in his reclining chair, complements of his VIP status. He looked around the room, laughter emerging from the group in the corner, angry faces, sad faces, and unemotional faces. Nick checked his watch, perhaps there was still time to walk around and chat. With ease, he stood up, left his drink on the table next to his chair, and walked around to see if he saw any familiar faces, or perhaps meet new ones.