Open Social Hutt Ball Observation

[Jack Seypka]

Jack Seypka would watch him with a curious look as he took another drag of his cigarra and tapped the ashes on the glass tray. "Boxing mm?" he would take a moment to think on it. He kind of got lost in the thought as he looked at all the factors, worked the points and the validation behind them. His pale blue eyes flickering like he was reading a book or some sort of script in his head. Finally his bluie eyes focused back to Orrell as his little smirk formed in the corner of his mouth.

"A gentlemans sport, the passion for wondering who is stronger than the other..Our ancestors animal instincts." He smiled a bit as he took a mouthful of his whiskey and set it back down. He would continue while he flicked his eyes over to the holo screen and watched the game. It seemed rather eventful and still could be anyones game. "That sport is big money. No one pays to see whose the smartest in the room, but they pay big to see whose the toughest."

His smirk still on his face as it went away in the aftermath of his thought before taking another mouthful of his whiskey. Grabbing the bottle out of the bucket filled with ice and poured himself up another drink as he heard Orrell mention how his other hobbies may be to boring or unamusing to him. Jack should his head as he topped up Orrell's drink out of respect and his pale blue eyes focused on him. "Actually i'd love to hear it. I'm all for those subjects."

His demeanor would be rather serious and forward as he had books and books and books in his summer getaway home and his office. He spent a lot of time reading, knowing, expanding his knowledge in many things. Before Orrell could give him a response his guards would stand up as someone began to approach his VIP booth. They stood still as Jack turned his head to see a familiar face with a different look.

It took Jack a long minute to pin point the reference of the face before he finally realized who it was. It was cut short when a male Twi'lek came flying into her at mach speed from running. This all happened in a instant as Jack raised his eyebrow with a calm expression and motioned his guards to come over to the male Twi'lek and grab him under each arm and lift him up onto his feet before giving him a gentle shove in the opposite direction. "Get moving." A big Zabrak would bark at Taco.

@GABA @christhebetrayer @Die Shize

 

[Alisaah Tila]

It was plain for anyone to see that her mistress was upset about what happened to her tooth and Ali certainly was on her behalf. Though Aska tried to spot her, she was unable to relay enough information to Ali about what the news reporter looked like. The Togruta frowned. Perhaps if they saw this mystery woman later Aska might point her out, but for now, no apologies could be sought. As her mistress sat back down on her seat, two scantily clad Zeltron dancers walked right by them. The Togruta watched as they went by and noticed that Aska was checking them out; her chipped tooth biting her lip being a massive giveaway. Ali had seen the way Aska had looked at Zeltron women before. She seemed to have a type but the Togruta could understand why - they certainly were beautiful.

Ali heard the chatter about Thorne looking for a headline dancer. The Togruta knew her mistress had heard it too, because suddenly Aska jumped to her feet and grabbed the slave's hand. Ali was pulled from her own seat and had to hurriedly put her glass of water down on the bar before the strawberry blonde woman started to drag her away. "But mistress what about your tooth?" she asked with uncertainty. Regardless of what was happening in the VIP area, Ali still cared very much about Aska's well-being and could not help but be concerned. Besides, she had been conditioned to put her owner's needs over that of her own for many years, not least during her time with the Zygerrians, who tortured her until it became second nature.

After they squeezed past the crowd of people, they eventually found themselves stood in front of the bouncers dutifully guarding the entrance to the VIP lounge. A very large man stepped in front of the two, barring their entry on approach. As a response, Aska had yanked Ali forwards and the Togruta stood before the giant bouncer looking timid, like a porg in the headlights. "U-uhm... hi" she said, giving the bouncer a sweet smile and a wave, feeling very awkward and put on the spot. The bouncer's face looked sternly back at her, but at that moment another man came striding over from the lounge beyond and addressed them all.

"Mr. Thorne has permitted you in as guests. Follow me please" said the man, before turning swiftly on his heel and starting to walk away. The bouncer frowned but begrudgingly stepped aside for Ali and her mistress to enter. The Togruta gave him an apologetic nod of the head as they walked past. No doubt Aska would likely not be as courteous. Once inside the VIP area, Ali saw two familiar faces. She now knew where it was Klied had gotten to. The Lord of Onderon was deep in conversation with a man she did not recognise who had a cigar in his mouth (@Soygun York ). The second familiar face was that of Emryc Thorne (@Darth Raze ), the man they had met on Zeltros at the Blackwell Technology conference. He too was in conversation with a woman in a black dress (@Dr Ilana Morata ) and a man with striking red hair and beard (@Lucas Rinn ).

The man guiding them turned around and addressed Aska. "Mr. Thorne has arranged for you to have a private dance. Please, follow the twins and they will make sure you are well looked after" he said, gesturing to the two Zeltron women the pair had seen back at the bar, before turning his attention to the Togruta, "As for you, follow me." The slave glanced at Aska. She was unsure if she should follow this instruction. This man was not her master and Ali had not heard what this supposed plan of Aska's was, but equally, the Togruta remembered that when they had met Thorne the first time, Ali had been posing as a traveling dancer with Aska as her manager; to ask permission now might cause a scene. Unsure what to do, her green eyes found Aska's blue ones and she tilted her head in an attempt to communicate non-verbally.

@Tulos

 

[Jericho Trench]

Trench would smirk as he joke went right over her head. Now Trench may have been getting a little sloshed, but he was still a cop. And even he could tell this lady was laying it on thick. A reporter? Definitely bumped up to a ten on the hot/crazy matrix.

He'd take a sip as she continued to speak. "Sector Ranger." His gaze was drawn by some idiot twi getting pushed around and causing a ruckus. Then he had the idiocy to assault a poor woman. Glancing down, he flicked his blaster to stun, just in case the kid kept making problems or he needed to interfere.

He spoke as he assessed, his attention being pulled back by a touch on his hand. She must not have had experience honey potting men, but he'd humor her, hell the lip and wink were at least a good touch. "So you're here working? Or trying to make work? You could just stop to have a few drinks. Then maybe after that, I'll see if I know something." He'd say with a grin. His gaze flicked back to Taco and the bouncer, ready to help or intervene as need be. Kid deserved a good stun baton whooping, that was for sure.

@Scoobert

 

[Darth Tiamat]

With all the chattering and hollering while beings watched the game, Tiamat tried to think when the last she was in a place like this. It had to be years given that she did not like the closeness of everyone intentional or not. There were wild odors from both lack of hygienic care, to colognes and perfumes, all mixed with the smoke of cigarras from every corner of the galaxy. It was nearly overwhelming and she were certain if she came to this place a year earlier, she would not be able to hand it. It showed her efforts in control and it was enough to bring a small smirk until she felt something urgent as her eyes were drawn to a orange figure, darting from the table and to quickly end his sudden escape into Tiamat and her drink.

The liquor splashed into Tiamat, soaking her shirt and he had the gall to suggest she were his newlywed. Her brow narrowed and her fist sprung back, ready to deck the kid (@Tacovean Delminar ) when a few body guards came over and promptly lifted the Twi'lek teen to point him in the direction of the exit. Tia's still had a deadly scowl that crossed her face, watching for a moment before she set her empty glass down on a tray of a passing droid and continued near the VIP section where she had spotted Jack.

"Its been a while hasn't it?" she grinned, and grasped a handful of her shirt to squeeze out the remainder of her drink. A small frown formed before looking back at Jack, "Thank you for the interception back there."

@Exhilian

 

[Lucas Rinn]

Lucas let another chuckle. "You were on the Holo more while you were gone." he said in an exaggerated tone. "Is he dead? Did he join a tribe of Tuskan Raiders? Was he actually a time traveler?" he recited the actual headlines he had seen during Emeryc's hiatus from public view. "Quite insufferable," he said taking another sip from his drink.

"My family has sponsored a few over the years. Currently, Dani Blats is our star driver. She's young but has a promising career and a temper...mostly a temper." He answered Llana's question.

Lucas watched the game in the background. So far it was a rough showing, but it was early. These things could turn quickly.

Lucas saw Twi'lek woman get escorted, followed by two other dancers. They were all beautiful but the lead woman was stunning. This scene was a little out of character for the more reserved Governor. It was growing clear if he was going to stay there would need to be serious amounts of alcohol in his system.

"Shots?" he said asked looking towards Emryc and then Llana. "I think we need shots." he finally stated without waiting for a response. A moment later a round of shots were brought out. Lucas slipped off his jacket and rolled his sleeves up slightly.

Picking up a shot glass he held up to the others. "To shitty Huttball" he said before throwing back the shot.

@Bex @Sreeya @Killa Ree

 

[Aska Ryun]

As the bouncer begrudgingly stepped aside to allow the women to enter, Aska let Ali take the lead. When it came her time to pass the massive man, the clone smirked widely with her tongue pushing by her teeth slightly partnered with a raised middle finger. This warranted an eye roll from the brute but he wasn’t about to earn Thorne’s displeasure and knew it was better for his future to let it slide. Once inside, Aska was overwhelmed by the trance-like music that filled the air. Bobbing her head from one side to another, she was convinced that this was the right decision to make. Now it didn’t matter who won the game; she was just here to have fun, after all.

It didn’t take long for the clone to spot Emryc and his little entourage sat around a table, likely discussing matters far beyond her comprehension. Then, a short distance away, the impeccably dressed ‘Lord Raxx’ trying to smooth talk some cigar smoking man. ’How the hell did he get in here?’ Aska thought to herself, scrunching her face slightly. It was going to take some getting used too, seeing Klied as more than the Caveman she had come to know.

“Mr. Thorne has arranged for you to have a private dance. Please, follow the twins and they will make sure you are well looked after,”

The statement caused Aska to grab Ali by the arm, turning her to look her straight in the eyes. You would have had to be a damn fool to miss the excitement in the clone’s eyes.

”Twins, Ali! Twins!” she stammered with delight before turning to Emryc (@Sreeya) and pointing in his direction. ”You’re a damn champ, Thorne!” Aska laughed as the Zeltron’s converged on her, pulling the leather jacket from her shoulders and dropping it to the floor only to wrap themselves around each of her arms. She knew Ali was looking for permission to do... well, anything, but Aska's focus was too far gone to comprehend the Togrutan's inquiring glance.

“Come with us, doll,”

“Yes, we have a special treat for you,”

Tilting her head back in laughter, Aska let the twins lead the way. ”Best. Day. Ever,”

 

[Soma Stargazer]

Soma was already tired of doing what she was trying. The man clearly had his attention focused elsewhere. The reporter looked at him with a bit of an annoyed eyeroll and turned to see what he was looking at. Apparently the Twi'lek she saw before was causing problems by the MC guy. Great she missed her chance at a good video of chaos. The reporter had pulled her arm back and took a sharp swig of the whiskey poured for her before she spoke,

"You're no fun at all. If you have nothing, you GET nothing.. Look I'm worth more than a lead to something that isn't news worthy. If you have a story.. then we talk. Til then toodles!"

Soma stood as she grabbed the bottle and walked away. It was time to find that woman that she bumped into when she went to speak with Thorne. Surely a mostly full bottle of Corellian was enough to satisfy her. The reporter searched through the crowd and eventually found where she was. The woman was over by Thorne and his posse. A sigh came out as she walked toward the guard outside of the VIP area,

"I just wanna speak to that woman right there, so if you don't mind moving that word be lovely."

@Rhogar @Tulos

 

[Dr Ilana Morata]

She wasn't wrong. Unlike most of the others here, she couldn't get a read on Emryc. She prided herself on her ability to read others when necessary, but this man might as well not have been here in front of her. Much like the first time they met, she couldn't even glimpse emotions. Even around Sevrin, at least, she could catch muted glimpses, fragments of thoughts and emotions that flickered out.

She merely finished her glass, giving him a smile, slightly coy tilt on her lips. "What's life without a little risk, hmm?"

At Rinn's teasing of the Holonet being obsessed with Emryc, golden eyes glinted with an edge of mischief, and she cocked her head. Why not, subtle flirting wouldn't be a bad idea for now. "Well, perhaps my business will give them more to talk about. I have a few ideas for the Holonet, actually..."

At his mention of Dani, the smile warmed sligtly, amber eyes glowing from behind the glasses. "Really? Have you ever heard of Myrna Vel? She won quite a few accolades in the Core recently I believe, though has vanished from the limelight. I was considering sponsoring her before she left racing."

A genuine, bright silvery laugh slipped past her lips at the politician. The drinks were beginning to warm her, and she was beginning to relax, if only slightly. Taking up a glass of her own, she gave him a toast as well. "To the long game," she replied, tossing back her own shot as well. With drinks, dancers, and Huttball in the mix...

This could be an interesting night.

@Sreeya @Raydo

 

[Amon Aldinari]

It had been quite a spacious amount of time since Amon had been able to view a live Huttball game. His duties as a Sith made him traverse the galaxy within a moment's notice and that prevented much time from being dedicated to the sport. His love for fantasy Hutball managed to battle the boredom in the meantime and turned him into a rabid fan as well. When he had caught the news of the live game, especially near his proximity, he couldn't miss the opportunity.

Amon entered the scene as people cheered whatever happened on the field. He was casually dressed in his long sleeve shirt and pants, his hands gloved as they normally were. He took a moment to breathe in the air around him, feeling a sense of home as he could smell the alcohol and other assortments of scents that assaulted his nose. It had been a while since he had returned to civilian life and he didn't realize how much he desperately missed the simplicity and complexity of it that he had been introduced to before becoming a Sith.

Without hesitation, Amon made his way over to the bar and quickly ordered himself two drinks once he pushed through the layer of people. After, he made his way near the counter at the section that overlooked the field, near the VIP section. Setting his two drinks down, Amon placed a shoulder on a nearby support to rest on as he threw out a shout when others did at a cheap block, his gaze on the field, "Come on!" The atmosphere of the place was already drawing him in and he wasn't going to offer any resistance.

He pulled out a small metal container from his pocket and opened it with the tip of his gloved thumb. It revealed a row of cigarras and one was pulled out with his lips before he closed the container with a snap and placed it back in his pocket. Amon lit the lone cigarra nonchalantly as a puff of smoke would soon surround his head while he focused on the game. He had a couple of bets riding on the event and made him quite an invested audience member.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

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Emryc tilted his head to regard Lucas as he rattled off the headlines from his absence. The half Sephi grinned and actually gave a quiet chuckle at that - he genuinely didn’t know the galaxy still talked about him. He took another sip from his whiskey, “Jealousy doesn’t look too great on you, Lucas,” He said with a half grin.

He glanced over briefly at Ilana, “Perhaps you and I can make some appearances to really get the galaxy talking,” He said as he clinked his glass against hers before finishing off his drink. Emryc looked up to see Aska walk in, followed by the togruta dancer. The half Sephi grinned and nodded at Aska in response, snapping his fingers to get some servers over to her to give her whatever drinks she wanted.

The half Sephi’s gaze locked on the dancer, openly admiring her from where he stood. The woman had a confidence about her that was traced with the slightest streak of shy or coy. It was that little streak that hooked Emryc the most, and he found himself enthralled. The man had a great weakness for shyness. He stared her way for a long moment, almost missing what Lucas said.

Emryc turned around and saw Lucas take off his jacket and roll up his sleeves. He decided to do the same, taking off his blazer and setting it on the back of a chair by him. Emryc wore a tailored dress shirt underneath that conformed to his very muscular and broad shouldered build that the blazer had deceptively hid before. He left the top two buttons undone to reveal the black shirt and Rancor logo beneath.

He took the shot glass and tossed it back, grinning as he did so. Emryc’s sensitive ears picked up the laughter from Ilana, deciding he liked that sound. He turned forward and ordered another round of shots, this time turning to York and the Onderon Lord, "Gentlemen, I believe it's high time you join us," He called out as he tossed the shot back. It was clear the real partying had begun now.

Meanwhile, outside the VIP box area, the guard crossed his arms and glared at Soma, “Absolutely no reporters allowed in Thorne’s VIP area. You’ll have to wait till someone comes out.”

@Killa Ree @Raydo @Bex @Tulos @Isen @Reyn @Scoobert

 

[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music IC

Smoke curled in the corridor, drifting toward the ceiling and creating a kind of cloudy carpet as the man in the black leather jacket waltzed on up toward the bar. That was until someone knocked the cigarette out from between his fingers. It was some orange Twi’lek and, quite evidently, some teenager.

“HMM’HUH’WHAT THE SHENAN—” The kid cried out, quite confused, suddenly realizing had just bumped into a big guy. “—Oh shit sorry my dude! I keep bumping into people! It ain’t on purpose, I swear! I was just a little excited watching the Huttball game and got on this table to watch and the guy didn’t like that so I accidentally knocked his beer over and well he didn’t like that either so I legged it and bumped into this cute chick and knocked her drink over and I got so nervous I asked her to marry me and hey you gonna finish this?”

The kid picked up the cigarette from the floor and breathed in. “Say is this Bantha brand? Always has that sweet aftertaste, hey hey, my dude?”

Zad just stood there blinking for a moment before dismissing the boy with a sigh. “Yep...” Then he was off, not turning to look as the kid just went on and on. “Hey does this mean I can keep the smoke, hey? Hey, mind pretending you’re my dad so I can go back in and watch the game? Karking bouncers threw me out! YO! HEY! All right well I guess we’ll talk later then! I can wait... Want my com number just in case?”

In the bar built for big people and not teenage Twi’leks getting thrown out of it, well, Zad felt right at home. The dancers were cute, the Donuts were...Donuts...and the drinks were strong. “Whiskey. Double. No ice.” Service was just as good and the drink came back a moment later.

Scoping the joint out, there were some familiar faces but mostly foreign. One of them had a face as daringly dashing as Zad’s own. Almost. But I got him beat. “Howdy, partner,” the Ranger addressed the other. “Guess watching six players beat the hell out of each other to get a ball is something else we got in common.” He raised his glass to that.

“Also, turns out there’s a Twi’lek teen lingering in the corridor. Just in case someone with a wet shirt goes looking for him.”

@Rhogar

 

[Soygun York]

York was pleased to see that the Onderonian Lord was open to the idea of working out of the ISC. The Kattadan governor had no idea how much economic impact it would have in the grand scheme of things, but small rocks can build big walls. And, having a few mercenary companies dotted around the ISC would serve as a secondary protection force if war broke out with the Five Syndicates down the road.

After placing the cigar back in his teeth, he typed some information into a datapad. "I'll have my real estate guy on Manda pick out four or five prime locations that will fit your needs, and I'll put you two in touch."

Then the Lord cut to the chase. He was looking for financial backing. Investors. Maybe some people in powerful positions that could set them up with high-profile clients early so they could bypass most of the rungs on the ladder and build a galactic-class resume in a hurry. "Lord Raxx, I'm a real estate man. Guns and thermal detonators...that's messy business. Necessary business, I understand, but messy." He grinned and removed the cigar from his lips again. "It's not really what I specialize in, but...I'm sure I can introduce you to some of the people who do."

Then he noticed the ISC President was turned and speaking to him and Lord Raxx. "Gentlemen, I believe it's high time you join us."

The Kattadan laughed quietly and then looked at the Onderonian Lord. "I guess that's enough business for today. When the President says drink...you drink." He handed his cigar to Travix who put it back into his cigar case. He made his way to the bar and ordered up three shots. York had the bartender put one in front of Thorne, one in front himself, and one in front of Lord Raxx. "Mr. President, meet Lord Raxx of Onderon...quite possibly soon to be a business owner inside the friendly confines of the ISC. Cheers." With that, York tossed back his shot, gave Raxx a pat on the back and then ordered another shot for himself.

@Sreeya @Reyn

 

[Hypaxian]

"Jee canta mah tozei Wamba umena wai lwaa woy che tah apoya." the diminutive alien snapped, turning to admire himself in the mirror before him. Now on his fourteenth costume change of the hour, Hypaxian was determined to look his best for the event of the season. "Yes your magnificence." came the deflated reply of his butler, the long-suffering Weequay, Frooj, as he swapped the finely quaffed Ewok Pañosa from his master's shoulders, replacing it instead with a be-jewelled white ensemble of pure Wampa fur.

"Fa pankhotka cuee x'hoo cay bu Bkahhantkap conkawi an bu maypauahe maw, cha uba canta Frooj? he asked his assistant, before laughing and shaking his head "Coo doth Jee uahlonh? Uba gee tytung bu wotan banka see wa bo- pheye mynock!" he barked a loud laugh at his own transcendent humourous whims, before climbing into his Hoverchair, and leaving the comfort of his private box.

Making his way to the entrance doors, he stopped his chair a few feet away from the large looking doorman, and waited impatiently for the bowing, scraping and genuflecting to commence.

Nothing happened, the doorman stood, a still as a statue.

"Ahem." Frooj gestured to Hypaxian as if encouraging the doorman.

Nothing happened, still, he stood there, as implacable as a Wroshyr tree.

"How dare you!" Hypaxian harrumphed as the guard sighed "Do you have any idea who you are standing in the presence of your useless sack of boo..." he bellowed, rolling his eyes in fury as the guard shrugged.

"Don't care mate, you on the list?" the reply came, as Hypaxians rage hit tumult.

"Mate? You would be so lucky. To suggest that one of my lineages would share the intimate rituals of the mating cycle with one such as you, oh the Shadwanity, Frooj..." he gasped, waving for his assistant, who scurried over "Moisturise me, moisturise me!"

The Weequay obliged, before misting a thin film of perfumed water over his master from a small jewelled bottle, waiving his ticket to the guard as he did so, who waved them through, a bemused look on his face.

"Uncultured swine! I'll see you smelted down for parts." he spat, floating into the room, and making his way toward his reserved booth.

 

[Mallister Keynion]

Spoiler: Music IC

Now on the fourteenth song change of the hour, Mal was getting a mite perturbed. He had come to The Daedalus for a quiet time and wasn’t really sure if that was in store for him anymore. Crowd was getting kind of rowdy as the game raged.

There was this one Twi’lek who had climbed on the table as if about to strip. Fortunately he just knocked some stranger’s beer over and Mal would swear to a face recognized. Ain’t that...Doohicky Dololo? Doesn’t he owe me money? Or do I owe him money?

Oh well, since it could be either or it was probably a safer bet to stay seated and sip on his own beer. Mal was alone in the booth, his crew somewhere else, though that was likely James at the bar yelling at the screen.

Red and blue were about on even terms. The Mandos were doing what Mandos did, there was a crazy Kel Dor with a lightsaber, and also that one guy named Mr. Macho. Colorful character. Likely a wrestler. Wonder if he does autographs?

Mal thought about that some more and then about what it must be like to be in a hoverchair. Especially in a bar. You could just float around everywhere as the drinks came to you. Kinda what James does every day. Though the latter would break something straining his brain to figure out what the hell that meant.

Well the oversized frog in the hoverchair was nobody that Mal recognized. That Weequay beside him? Yep. That guy definitely owes me money. So the smuggler finished his beer, straightened his brown coat and paced on over to the pair.

“Skur, isn’t it?” Mal piped, cordially as you could have it, starting this shindig off like he was about to ask the Weequay for gambling tips and no shenanigans. “Or is it Skudd? Skripp? Skar?” Dang it. Scratched his head (Mal’s not the Weequay’s). “From that one job back in Bespin? Bells ringin’?” Nope. Just my eardrum getting blocked again. Dang it.

@Nor'baal

 

[Jericho Trench]

Trench would wave off Soma, letting her take his bottle as he signalled for another. He was pouring himself a new glass when he heard a familiar voice and grinned. "If it ain't my favorite cowboy, how's it hanging, partnah."

He clapped Zad on the back and signalled for another glass. He'd whistle at the leather jacket. "Fuck. Ain't we some good looking mother fuckers to-night!" He said with a drunken laugh. "The game? Horrible. It's probably why I could afford it. But the entertainment is definitely there!"

@Die Shize

 

[Srucayr]

Srucayr had been in the box for awhile, minding his own business. Typically, he avoided Aruetii, unless he was killing them. But, he made an exception just this once. Why? He had been invited by an excited Laren to watch him and Cas represent their people in a game of Huttball.

That posed the second question: What in the nine hells was a Huttball? Well, unfortunately for the War Priest, his imagination was far more active then whoever named the sport. So imagine his disappointment when they weren't lobbing Hutt heads at each other.

He'd arrived with a retinue of other Mandalorians. He just had to see how the future 'Mandalore' would do. So far? He was severely disappointed. He'd wave over one of the workers. "Tell me I can buy a recording of this."

"Absolutely, sir."

"Perfect. I'll take a dozen. Maybe two." The old veteran said with a laugh. Laren was in rare form today and he -almost- felt bad for the kid. Instead, he just lounged in his chair, still clad in his heavy beskar. Thankfully, he was able to walk in armed, after all, Hutt Space was pretty liberal.

@Die Shize @Scoobert @Casmer

 

[Kliedden Raxx]

Klied was glad to have York assisting him in a field he wasn't very practiced in, less glad to hear he had no personal interest in his company beyond selling him some land. Still, the governor had been extremely polite and helpful, so the Onderonian maintained a pleasant smile. "Well I'm sorry to hear that Governor, but I appreciate you letting me bend your ear. I look forward to any dealings we might have in the future."

He figured that might be the end of the conversation, but then someone else called out to him. Klied's head turned to look across the VIP room. Now this man he recognized. He might not have paid much attention to the news, but one would need to live under a rock to not know Emryc Thorne when they saw him. He recognized the woman with him too, Doctor Ilana Morata of MorataCorp. York certainly had friends in high places.

Not about to give up a valuable opportunity, Klied got up smoothly and followed after the governor. As York introduced him, and made sure to mention he might be opening a business based within the ISC, he chuckled lightly and nodded towards the Kattadan. "Your friend here could probably convince me to buy ten properties within the ISC if he wanted to. Tongue of pure silver on that one." He offered the young man a friendly smile and a hand to shake. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. President. I see you keep fine company." And he would bow his head politely to Doctor Morata as well. After introductions were finished he would take the shot York had asked for him, clearing his throat gruffly afterwards and requesting his glass be refilled.

@Isen @Sreeya @Killa Ree @Tulos @Bex @Raydo

 

[Ramail Lone]

Ramail had no idea what was going on. Truly. Huttball was a sport that had eluded her so far in her life, and truth be told she didn't really feel the need to make its acquaintance. The amount of aruetii around didn't exactly thrill her either. She had been surrounded primarily with other of her kin lately, and she had grown a bit accustomed to it. Being in a place like this, surrounded by beings of all walks of life, kind of zapped her mojo a little bit.

However, there was talk of a couple of vods playing for one of the teams, and Srucayr had said that it would be worth the trip - if for nothing else than to have a laugh as they tried to play this aruetii sport.

Helmet sitting on her lap, Ramail was knocking back a Corellian whiskey, perhaps a little faster than she should. She reached up and scratched the skin at the base of one of her cranial horns, leaning over to Srucayr. "Do you have any idea what's going on," she said, gesturing at the players.

@Rhogar @Die Shize @Scoobert

 

[Zad Ruzed]

Leather jackets. Facial hair. Rough and tough ways of taking care of business. Yep, we sure look like a pair of B.A.M.s ain’t no mistake. Truth be told Zad was glad to have already found a friend in this bar. He didn’t generally go out of his way making more than an acquaintance even among other Rangers but this occasion definitely called for it.

“So, who do we got…” He hummed as he turned to the viewscreen while sipping whiskey. “Faennag… That a flower? Death. Okay, okay. Bit pushy but okay. Mr. Macho. Hey wait ain’t he a singer? Krazy Kel. That’s definitely the name of a rapper. Anvil. So what she’s like a blacksmith or..? Iron Man. Now that is a name I do dig!”

“Yeah, go Mandos!” Cheered a passing patron who had caught Zad’s comment. “Oh, you know we got our own Mandos in the house right here right now!?” He pointed at a private box. “GO MANDOS! WOOOOO!”

Then the drunk fellow was off as Zad prompted Trench toward that box. “Hmm what do you think? Should we go say hi?” That was either a good idea or a bad one. Zad often drifted between both.

@Rhogar

 

[Lucas Rinn]

"Doesn't it now?" he replied to Emryc. "I personally think it goes great with my eyes." he joked again.

His eyes lit up at the mention of the racer as he nodded in appreciation. "I have. Its a shame has disappeared from the scene." The woman had an eye for talent. "Maybe when you are done saving the galaxy." he said, gesturing abstractly around them. "We will have to spend some time at the track. Let me win some of those hard-earned hero credits," he said with a smile.

As the shots started to flow, a pleasant buzz filled the Governor. When they were joined by York and his associate, Lucas's face turned somewhat. The two had butted heads before as was only natural in politics. "I suppose we have to fend for ourselves this round." he said to Llana jokingly when York had only brought three shots. "Cheap bastard." he murmured to himself as he ordered the remaining two without a drink and then the next round for five of them.

He tossed back another shot, face turned only somewhat as the liquid rolled down his throat.

@Sreeya @Killa Ree @Isen @Reyn