From Party to Robbery

[Bastilo Marshall]

Nar Shadda
Sector 12-S Hutt Space
Skyscraper owned by Alzor​

Nar Shadda, the smugglers moon and what Tango liked to call it. Party City. In one of the many sky scrapers that towered over the many buildings sparkling and flashing with lights as ships and such flew by in a rush. Wind blowing around due to the speed of the ships flew by as almost every smuggler in hutt space at the time were invited along with those on Tatooine, even bounty hunters showed up. Many more smugglers on each planet were invited to come due to the one who threw this party wanting more money. Everyone who came had to at least pay 26 credits each. At least 3 famous people showed up, one being Tango Jorl who was known on Sullust, Tatooine, and in all Hutt space for his music and for his smuggling career which seemed to not be as known as his music. He had a history with this person who threw this party as Alzor was a gang leader who wanted Tango dead and the blade that he stole from him back.

As Tango got into the building it was on the highest floor and Alzor's ship was on the landing pad outside on the extended part of the balcony. Tango was in the mood to have fun so for a few minutes played some of his best pieces of music and brightened the night for most of the attendants. Light flashed multiple colors in a array of variety from white and thousands of different tints of colors to white. The living room was the largest room as it also led into the kitchen where the attendants danced. Those who were drunk made out in random corners and random places together as the rest went to sleep from time to time, passed out, got in fights, or continued to dance. Tango had a few drinks himself and got into one fight and flirted with a few girls but soon stopped as he roamed the party and continued to have a fun time. Soon or later Tango would be done with the party and hijack Alzor's ship but at the moment he was busy partying his heart away.
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OOC: (I'd prefer it if Smugglers, Criminals, Rogue, Gang members or Leaders, and even bounty hunters came.)

 

[Herrith]

Herrith sat in a small booth, watching as a man (Tango) played in the small room. He was alright. Some of his music was actually on par with the professionals. Of course, he could have very well been a professional. Or, at least, an underground one. Nar Shaddaa wasn't a place for famous people. Muggings happened by the number and there was no telling when the person next to you could have a knife in his or her back.

She ordered a Corellian whiskey and stayed in her seat, not really feeling like doing much else anyways, she'd completed a job recently and had a decent amount of credits.

Not like she'd be doing anything else. Or so the Zeltron hoped.

 

[Ceder_Tree]

Nec, would sit alone in a booth. He wasn't a man of partying, nor did he drink at all. He thought it was disgusting thing. However, there he was, in the midst of drunkards and people blacking out drunk. He'd personally despise all of it, however he'd want to speak to some of the people of influence at this very party. There'd be all kinds, of bosses, and hunters. He also found, it was mighty easy to convince people, while there nearly blacked out. He did enjoy one thing at these parties, the fights that broke out. They atleast, had some interest to him.

He'd continue sitting, watching Tango. Playing his flute, at least he recognized someone here. Maybe, he'd go walk up to the front. However, he'd have a quite a while to do that. He'd just sit back, and listen to the music.

 

[Denzein]

Mkvenner was done with Nar Shaddaa. Three weeks of scoping out prospective contracts, all the while scavenging and making smart use of his meagre credits, had ended in failure. Hutts were motivated by money, not ideals, and though he'd hoped there might be someone on this planet a little less corrupted, his search was mostly in vain. There actually were plenty of employers here hitting the Empire, he was just being picky about their motivations.

A mercenary with a conscience probably wasn't going to do well on Nar Shadda, he decided. In the end taking a handful of contracts out had become necessary, such were the costs of staying on this so called jewel of Hutt space. He didn't really like any of them - data running from one Imperial system to another, the theft of some supplies from a minor outpost in the outer rim, and the assassination of a Moff's advisor. Small time, almost menial jobs, but he had bills to pay and mouths to feed.

Mkvenner had been loaned a beaten up old freighter for the data running job. It looked like shit and for the most part it was, but it did at least have a number of smuggling compartments that would come in handy. He had been intending to get away as quickly as possible...

As he was loading gear into the ship a kid ran up to him and handed him a data pad. "For you, Mr Mkvenner sir!" Before he could respond the child legged it, as if he was experienced in avoiding fallout from bad news.

On Nar Shadda being the messenger was no guarantee you weren't going to get shot.

Opening the message, he read an invitation to a party he knew he had no place attending. He for a moment assumed it had simply been sent in error, and was about to delete the message and keep the pad, when he saw the number of recipients - This invite had been sent to literally thousands of people, some names he recognised but the vast majority were new to him. Django, Futhark, Herrith, all total strangers as far as he was concerned - though he recognised the name Tango from somewhere. To cap it all there was an entry fee, though it was low enough that pretty much anyone walking by on the street could pay it. This party had all the hallmarks of trouble... He knew it was a terrible idea, but he was intrigued.

And so he arrived at the venue, apparently an entire tower block given over to the occasion, dressed for anything. His bowcaster had been left on the ship, but his pistol, sword and knife were all sheathed in their respective places on his body armour - that he had opted to attend in, choosing it over normal clothing. He was vindicated in his choice almost immediately, around half of the people inside were in full body armour and everyone was armed.

He smiled ruefully. Everyone here expected something to happen, and they had all come regardless. They were all as mad as eachother.

Handing over the 26 credits to a bouncer that looked thoroughly overwhelmed by both the quantity and quality of his master's invitees, Mkvenner entered the hive of scum and villainy without a second look.

He took an elevator up to the top floor, figuring that was where the real fun would be had. The doors opened with a hiss, and fully armoured swordsman exited the lift. Not that he exactly stood out he reminded himself.

Heading over to the bar, Mkvenner snagged a beer and turned around, leaning on the bar looking out. There were all kinds here, from every walk of life your mother warned you about. He cast an eye around the room, watching everything. If he was smart he realised, there was probably a good deal of work waiting a for him here tonight - if he could find the right people to schmooze. Despite himself Mkvenner grinned, whatever shit was going down tonight, he knew it was going to be fun.

And Mkvenner planned to wade right in.

 

[Bastilo Marshall]

As the party kept lively through the night with music from other musicians continuing to play, Tango went to get himself some drinks for the bar as he order himself his favorite, Bantha Milk. He drank his mugs and looked around for people he knew as he found Nec Grend from one of his jobs. He wasn't very fond of him but considered him a friend as he approached him. As he past some people drinking, dancing, talking, and fighting he saw someone who seemed oddly out of place to him as this person has a pistol, a sheathed blade and sword and wore normal clothes. He got a feeling this person might just be someone he should've knew but he ignored that feeling. He nodded around to people that acknowledged him politely as he finally reached Nec after passing by a pink Zeltron. He wondered why Nec would be here and asked in a curious tone.
"Hey Nec, Right? Um I know from that mission on bespin, I just wanted to ask why you'd be here at a place like this?"
As he then gestured around to everyone and Alzor, the host of the party who didn't seem to notice Tango just yet.

 

[Herrith]

Herrith watched as the guy she had seen playing on stage walked past and spoke to another person, raising an eyebrow before returning to her drink.

It wasn't her business, and she wasn't one to be that curious.

 

[Ceder_Tree]

He'd, look as Tango walked over towards him. Well atleast he'd not have to move through the rows of dunks, and having four fights along the way. He'd sit up as Tango approached. Turing towards him.

"Hey, Nec right? Um I know from that mission on Bespin, I just wanted to ask why'd you be here."

"Well, you know..looking for a few jobs here and there, and really..looking more for a crew. Really, like to be a Captain with the Blackbird's. Unfortunately, most blackout before I finish talking.." Nec, would say. "What, have you been up too since Bespin?" 4 He'd ask Tango.

 

[Denzein]

As the party progressed and things got steadily more drunken, Mkvenner realised more and more that his initial thought had been correct: He really did have no business coming here. The vast majority of the people that had turned up, be they fellow mercenaries, businessmen, organised gangsters or otherwise, were interested only in consuming as much alcohol as they could and revelling the night away.


While he could do with a drink, getting blackout wasted and ending the night with a knife between his ribs was not what Mkvenner had in mind. He continued to nurse his beer, content to indulge in a spot of people watching to see if there actually was anyone of substance here.


The flautist was now chatting with another stranger off in the corner, presumably about some business they have with eachother. There was no need to intervene, in all likelihood he'd probably just start another fight by barging in like that. Unfortunately for Mkvenner there were precious few others in the room content to act with any modicum of restraint.


There was one other though. A pink skinned woman sitting alone, pacing herself with what looked like whiskey. Shrugging to nobody in particular, he shifted off the bar and went over, calmly parting a pair of drunken revelers who were moments from coming to blows in the process. Neither fancied their chances, apparently, with the armoured bearded sword wielding space Nord.


As far as Mkvenner was concerned, people watching was all well and good - but for tonight to be anything other than a lengthy bottle of beer he'd have to actually talk to people at some point. He might as well start with one of the more sober ones... That and she had been doing exactly the same as him - watching the room. Perhaps she knew who was who, perhaps she was just nosy, it didn't really matter.


She was the first word on the page, the ice breaker of his evening. Objectively pretty though she was, Mkvenner had hardly noticed. He just wanted to talk, and from there perhaps find whatever he was looking for from this party.


What that was? He didn't know yet. Work maybe. Sex. Or just a good fight. He'd figure it out, but first he had to bite the bullet and actually talk to someone.


“You look as out of place as I feel. Mind if I join you?”

 

[Bastilo Marshall]

Tango thought about how acquainted he was with this person and decided to at least not let him get caught in the immediate cross fire and told his new friend Nec "This is the first place I got to after, but don't stay long" carefully. He leaned closer and whispered to him "The guy who through this party wants me dead and I'm gonna steal his ship" He gestured to the ship on the helipad outside the window that was the wall for the pent house which gave an overview of nar shadaa. He leaned out of Nec's space and said to him "I could use some assistance with it if you'd like to help a friend of yours" and smirked. He looked around once again noticed the man that stood out from before was gone from where he saw him before. He then found him talking to the Zeltron he saw as well and thought they'd make a fine mixture of alien species and skills crew, but that was just an assumption in his head which he would probably go with. Some guards within the pent house began to move around through the room as if they were just making sure of something instead of looking for somebody. He took another sip from his mug of bantha milk and waited for an answer.

 

[Herrith]

“You look as out of place as I feel. Mind if I join you?”

Herrith turned her head to find a man awaiting an answer with a bored look on his face. She took another sip of her whiskey and spoke.

"Come and sit, sure."

Out of place was not something she'd thought of herself as. Sure, a Zeltron among a bunch of rogues was odd, but she didn't stand out that much. Or that was something Herrith had always thought. She'd seemed to manage being able to blend into a crowd. Guess this guy happened to be particularly observant. Or just desperate.

 

[Denzein]

Although she didn't realise it, the zeltron was more right than she knew. Mkvenner was extremely observant - he'd had to be in the past to evade Imperial justice for years, so it was rare for someone in a social gathering to avoid his scrutiny. Whether they looked suspicious or were a practiced hand at blending into crowds, it made little difference.

That said Mkvenner knew next to nothing about what a zeltron was, so he still didn't exactly have the high ground. Pleasure worlds were not one of his areas of expertise, their native species even less so. As far as he was concerned, the woman sitting in front of him simply had pink skin.

Elsewhere the last musician had given up, and ambient club music began thumping out of speakers set up all over the penthouse to compensate and keep the atmosphere smooth. It wasn't loud, nor was it quiet - just right, to avoid forcing people to shout if they wanted a conversation instead of a dance. It wasn't horrible, he decided.

Sitting down next to his new drinking partner, he took a slug of beer from his bottle - still half full. The flautist was still visible from his new vantage point, and he couldn't help but wonder what he and his friend were talking about in such hushed tones. They were far from the only pair looking to have a quiet conversation away from prying ears, but something told Mkvenner that they were more interesting than the rest.

They were trouble. His trigger finger twitched.

Looking away and back to the woman, he appraised her briefly. She was tall, almost as tall as Mkvenner - though probably lacking the same physical strength, or intimidation factor he could inspire in people. To counter this however she was very easy on the eye, it was unlikely she had to scare anyone - she looked the type that if she asked nicely enough most people would simply obey.

That made her dangerous too, in her own way. Mkvenner respected that.

She appeared a smuggler, given her attire. He had no doubt therefore that she'd seen her fair share of fights, and aside from an ugly scar on the side of her head appeared largely unscathed. His bearded face creased into a half smile. He had chosen his drinking companion well.

“What brings you here tonight? This is a strange place to come if you've no appetite for partying...”

 

[Caleb Del'Fin]

"I'll give you 1000"
"1000?!" The sumuggler replied, with a puzzled look in his eyes. "A cask of this wine is at least 300 credits. and I brought you 5 of them! You should at least be giving me 1500!"
The Besalisk bartender, who had met Caleb at the docks behind his bar, stepped and glared at the smuggler. He may not have been much taller than Caleb, but he sure did weigh more - and had four arms.
"1300. Final offer."
Caleb shrugged his shoulders and took the credits from the man. He watched as the Besalisk took two barrels in his arms and walked inside of the bar. Caleb counted his credits, smirked, and walked off back to his ship. "More like 100 a barrel." he mumbled to himself.
Transferring some of the credits into his account to hold for fuel, Caleb decided he should splurge a bit to celebrate a job well done.
The usual place, he thought to himself as he took off. Nar Shaddaa was fully of shady bars and cantinas that he could enjoy himself at for cheap.
As his freighter took off, he flew low above the streets of the city. That was when his eyes caught glimpse of a large skyscraper, the bright lights on the top floor indicating that someone was throwing one hell of a party. Scratching at the stubble on his chin, he figured he could find a way to get in there and check it out.

He landed his ship at the nearest port and made his way through the streets to where he saw the skyscraper. To his surprise, he did not need to lie to get in. The bouncer at the door told him that a man of his skills and business was welcome inside. Caleb made his way to where everyone was gathered, after paying the 26 credits to get in, and immediately made his way to the bar. "Well well..." Caleb said to himself with a smirk on his face. "Hell of a party." The ginger ordered a whiskey and took a seat at the bar, looking around at the pretty women and anything else this Penthouse gathering had to offer.

 

[Herrith]

“What brings you here tonight? This is a strange place to come if you've no appetite for partying...”

The Zeltron scoffed. That was ironic, considering what she was. She was quite surprised he had no about her kind. Or so that's what he seemed to portray with his question. She took a sip of a fresh drink and spoke.

"That's ironic. Considering what Zeltrons are known for. We enjoy a party, for sure. And I recall that humans and most humanoids do as well. Or am I wrong to judge?"

Before she continued, Herrith turned to face the man.
"I'm here for the drinks and the party. You assumed I wasn't, I guess. Just getting into the mood."

She had no intention of partying this entire night. Hopefully the man would pass out dead drunk before it got to that point.

 

[Ceder_Tree]

He'd sit up, at Tango's prospect, Well at least he'd not sit there bored for rest of this litttle. Plus, he really had grown tired of the smell of alcohol in the air. He'd smile, showing his yellowed teeth. "Taking a ship over...sounds like a real pirate thing to do." He'd stop for a moment, then he considered the difficulty of doing this with only two people, and espically if this guy had any guards worth anything. "But, I do hope you have more then me and you to take them out..." He'd then await Tangi's sincerely hoping that, he had a better plan then the two of them...

 

[Bastilo Marshall]

"Of course, It would be a low life over arrogant bald ego maniac criminal whos and idiot to take the ship with two people. Like me, but I'm handsome, smart, and not much of an eco maniac... and not a low life." He said with assurance. He looked around for the most interesting people who might be reasonable enough to work with him. His eyes landed on a Zeltron and someone else talking to each other along with someone who just came to the party. He pointed to the Zeltron and human and said "Those to might help" and then pointed to the human that just walked in"And maybe him. Try talking to him for me" He said as he then tossed a small datapad that was able to communicate with himself. "Stay in contact" He said slyly with his back turned as he began to head towards the two, navigating himself out of the way of multiple people and bumping into a few and stealing one martini of a plate, taking a sip out of it, placing back on a different plate and reached them. He then asked them "How the party going for you guys? Judging by your expressions I'm guessing badly."

 

[Denzein]

"That's ironic. Considering what Zeltrons are known for. We enjoy a party, for sure. And I recall that humans and most humanoids do as well. Or am I wrong to judge?”

Then she turned to him, fixing him with a piercing emerald stare.

“I'm here for the drinks and the party. You assumed I wasn't, I guess. Just getting into the mood."

Taking another sip, he held her gaze as she assured him he was wrong. Looking deep into her pretty green eyes, he searched them as best he could.

Liar.

He wasn't about to tell it to her face but Mkvenner was certain, being both observant enough and having had the right experiences to not be thrown off by her apparent sincerity. The brush off was obvious to him, what wasn't was the intent: Did she simply wish to be alone? Or was there other business afoot that Mkvenner was distracting her from? Whatever the reason, this was not a man easily fooled. He'd find the truth sooner or later.

Mkvenner raised an eyebrow slightly - a small, involuntary tell suggesting he didn't believe her - before tearing his eyes from hers, turning the beer bottle in his hands. Looking back suddenly he flashed her a disarming smile. She wasn't the only one with armour.

“We’ll see, then. I have a feeling tonight’s going to be more than either of us are bargaining for anyway. Call it a human's intuition - if your kind value such things.”

Someone approached them, and on looking away from the zeltron Mkvenner found himself staring up at the flautist. Another smuggler by the looks of things.

"How the party going for you guys? Judging by your expressions I'm guessing badly."

Giving the zeltron a sidelong look as if to say “right on time”, Mkvenner looked this new arrival up and down. He wanted something.

“How my night proceeds depends very much on you, and what it is you want, I think”.

He was deliberately being very direct. After all, the man had interrupted their conversation - as false as it had been, Mkvenner had enjoyed it for what it was. These days it was rare for him to be able to just sit and talk to someone, he was always busy.

Now he had the unshakable feeling that he would become so again. A shame, he would have liked to talk more - even if he got the feeling the zeltron didn't.

 

[Herrith]

“We’ll see, then. I have a feeling tonight’s going to be more than either of us are bargaining for anyway. Call it a human's intuition - if your kind value such things.”

She nodded, still examining the man. As he came to his conclusion, she was just about discovering hers. The guy was about as observant as she was, probably the most observant human she'd met. The Zeltron considered her ability to mask her facial expressions very effective, but this guy was decent at what he was doing. He looked away and then flashed a smile.

Herrith decided to drop her mask and tilted her head slightly, downing her whiskey and returning her own smile.

“We’ll see, then. I have a feeling tonight’s going to be more than either of us are bargaining for anyway. Call it a human's intuition - if your kind value such things.”

She nodded slightly and replied.
"We'll see."

Herrith was okay with the talking. Better than sitting around and waiting for her memories to flood back. She hadn't taken Booster Blue in a while. Mostly cause she'd been busy.

"How the party going for you guys? Judging by your expressions I'm guessing badly."

Another voice came from the side and she.turned to find herself face to face with the musician that was playing earlier. The man sitting next to her replied immediately.

“How my night proceeds depends very much on you, and what it is you want, I think”.

Herrith couldn't have phrased it better. Guess the musician was very social. She said nothing and ordered another drink.
"It'd been nice if we could have kept talking uninterrupted."

The Zeltron said this with a smile.

 

[Caleb Del'Fin]

The drink in his hand was running low. As he twirled the short glass in his hand, he heard the cubes of ice clink against the glass. He stared down at the contents of the cup before downing it. Turning back to the bar, he ordered another drink, slipping the bartender and extra credit to make it a double.

Moments later, he was handed a glass that was twice the size. That was more like it, taking the glass to his lips, he poured the bitter, but smooth, liquid down his throat. Olive eyes scanned the room, simply being observant of all of those in attendance. The musician, that was finishing up his performance as he entered the party, was now mingling with guests, now specifically with a human male and Zeltron female. The two did not seem very enthralled by his random approach, judging by their facial expressions. He took another longer sip of his drink, the contents warming his throat. His eyes caught glimpse of two women sitting at the far end of the bar, A Twi'lek and a Human. Caleb called the bartender over and asked him to send over two drinks for the ladies on him. After the two received their drinks, they looked over to the man and exchanged smiling glances with him. He felt that was his invitation to make conversation with the two. Leaving his lonely spot at the bar, he strolled over to where the two women stood.

 

[Bastilo Marshall]

“How my night proceeds depends very much on you, and what it is you want, I think”.

"It'd been nice if we could have kept talking uninterrupted."

Man these two were busy Tango thought due to how they reacted by his approach. He didn't feel like much of an interruption as what he was about to do might get some people here killed. He then responded to there replies.

"I didn't mean to interrupt anything to important. I have a question though for you both."

He shrugged off and tried to lean in closer for whispering distance but not to close just to keep things at a normal level. His flute had a sharp flash as the end of it which what seemed to look like phrik was at. The flash was cause by an over head light swinging and slowly coming to a stop, caused by a drunk man who threw a bottle at it. He then said to them in a whisper.

"The guy who threw this party tried to have me killed and I want to get some pay back. I'm gonna steal his ship here with a friend of mine and we need a few more people for this just to help. Would you be interested in helping steal his ship and maybe seeing some action at this party with a load of credits to go around?"

 

[Denzein]

Down went the whiskey, and with it the woman's guard - she smiled at Mkvenner for the first time since they'd greeted eachother. Tilting her head to one side she nodded, apparently satisfied with how Mkvenner saw the evening progressing as the bith musician approached.

Mkvenner wondered how often the zeltron lowered her mask like this, even only slightly as he suspected was probably the case given her continued brevity. Was he the first in a week? A month? Or was this also simply part of her repertoire of deceit? He decided he enjoyed her. A mental puzzle like even a few minutes with this woman was an entirely different challenge than braving the ice storms of Rhen Var, for example, and Mkvenner relished the change.

"It'd been nice if we could have kept talking uninterrupted." The zeltron murmured with a smile. Mkvenner noted that meant he'd made a mistake. Assuming she was now telling the truth, which he would like to believe, she found him just as interesting.

Danger. He glanced at her briefly, momentarily distracted, before giving the bith his full attention. He'd rather chat with her more too, but he knew the flautist wasn't just going to leave them alone.

"I didn't mean to interrupt anything to important. I have a question though for you both."

Right again, here it came. Mkvenner sighed softly, wondering just what the musician’s reasons were for disturbing him from the first fun he'd had on Nar Shadda. No doubt it was a violent proposal, they generally all were.

"The guy who threw this party tried to have me killed and I want to get some pay back. I'm gonna steal his ship here with a friend of mine and we need a few more people for this just to help. Would you be interested in helping steal his ship and maybe seeing some action at this party with a load of credits to go around?"

Watching the bith closely, examining him as he spoke, he couldn't help but notice the flute - it was tipped with the same metal that Mkvenner's blades were forged from after all. Once the musician stopped talking, Mkvenner found himself suspicious. Nowhere near enough detail for him to consider crashing this party. He needed more.

“I can’t think of a single small time musician with the coin to meet my fee, and even then I don't just take any job. Who are you exactly? How much money are you talking about? And why did he try and have you killed? I don't know enough to help you.”

He looked back to his drinking companion, wondering what she thought about the offer. How she reacted to it would tell him a lot about her. He cocked an eyebrow at her, inviting her opinion. He didn't have to ask, he was sure she could read him well enough to know his meaning.