Open Eriadu Liquor, Lust and Luck.

[Darth Stolas]

Someone somewhere had mentioned a party on Eriadu. It just so happened he'd been doing a little errand on that very planet for a good friend of his. It'd gotten done a little early so, hey, why not live it up a little? Plus some dude was posting up on the Holonet about Preef Callo himself showing up at the party. Who didn't want to meet the froggiest, dodgiest, gunslingingest pistolier in the outer rim? Other than his enemies, obviously.

He'd changed out of his errand-running clothes and into more relaxed attire, a pair of sunglasses perched over his face. Since it was only a party he figured he could get away with just one of his lightsabers tucked somewhere under his jacket. No need for the rest. Probably.

Morgan's Starhawk rumbled to a stop outside the penthouse dragging a small metal crate behind it by the tractor beam. He kicked it into standby and turned off the beam, locked the bike, and hefted the box up in both arms. Damn thing was heavy enough he could have fit his whole ass mother in there and not been surprised, but it woulda been rude not to bring a gift for the party hosts. Not that they needed it judging by the place, but manners were manners. Or somethin', whatever. Party time.

The young man stepped through the elevator doors and found himself immediately assaulted by the sight of a Rancher Rodian Extraordinaire, a Nautolan who looked like she was primed to explode at any second, a Twi'lek sizing up a pair of muscular and tattoo'd humans like sides of prime beef, and a broken statue with what he hoped was saliva all over the head and neck area.

"Haha, nice. Def a party," he commented to himself, skirting around the Rodian and bobbing his way toward the male human who hadn't wandered off and the female with him. Quite unceremoniously he thumped the crate he'd been carrying on the nearest unoccupied surface, shoving it a bit to make sure it wouldn't just fall off after, and turned to look at the two men. He lowered his sunglasses a tad, a flash of golden irises peaking over the top of the lenses.


"Damn, there's some boys in this house. Sak pase, you the hosts yeah? I come bearing gifts," Morgan announced to Nero and Bri in a clipped, lightly accented basic and thumping the crate good-naturedly. Then he slipped a cigarra from somewhere under his coat and lit it with some electric thing, breathing a cloud of smoke to join the rest in the penthouse. He indicated somewhere off behind him in the general direction of the entrance with a thumb, leaning in conspiratorially.

"So is that Preef Callo or what?"

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[Tommy]

Tommy thought she was going to pass out. Her vision went blurry for a moment and she realized she was embarrassing herself in front of her idol. Tommy had no idea what pantomiming he was doing until she realized it with a sick feeling. He had caught her making an idiot out of herself.

She let out an unintentional squeak when he extended his hand, but she slowly drew out her own to shake it to where he could feel her clammy palm. Tommy rose to stand at last, blinking stupidly at him, “O-Of course I know you are, you’re Preef Callo!” She said gleefully.

“I’m Tommy,” Tommy said at last, impressed with herself for being coherent. It was a wonder that she didn’t get knocked out from being starstruck. She awkwardly fiddled with one of her head tendrils, “So um.. Uh…. you come here often?”

Wow, really? That’s what she went with? The desire to turn invisible was strong. Thankfully Tac came by in the form of a distraction with a drink for Preef to allow her to internally hyperventilate.

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[Wiley Winnz]

"Mmm?" He murmured and turned to look towards the approaching voice. One of the apparent hosts had joined Wiley out on the balcony. A followed wave of his hand and raising of the existing beverage signaled he was fine in terms of drinks for the moment. "I fly swoops. Ladies ride me, mate." He clarified casually as he moved around the swoop to get a look at it from a different angle even to the point where he dropped down for a moment and squinted only one eye open. Hmm, not the best for camera mounting. "But if yer' askin if I know a thing er two abit flying swoops...aye. I'm savy enoof." The edges of his mouth curled into a grin as he looked back towards Tacitus.

Standing back up, the Marauder was used to being looked at. There sounded to be plenty going on behind him that would probably be good entertainment provided it lastest. The muscled host seemed like the type that wanted to screw him one way or another. That was an assumed trait with everyone attending the party. Glancing over his shoulder he tried to do a quick guess at matchups.

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[Preef Callo]

Preef shook Tommy's hand and barely noticed it was a bit clammy.. something to do with rodian physiology. "Heh," he was still trying to get used to the fact everyone recognized him these days. That other members of the Five Syndicates did, sure that was to be expected.. but these comics and Holo-flicks basically yelled his name into the galaxy to a point that even young Nautolan girls and their grandmothers could pick him out of a line up. Come to think of it... this Tommy wasn't terrible to look at at all. "We have our own penthouse on planet," he heard himself boast casually. Eriadu was where the Zaa Fenn's headquarters were and his quarters had quite the view, too. "Maybe you'd want to-"

He was rudely interrupted by a human speaking somewhat slow and making no sense at all. Was he high? Preef instinctively put his right hand on his blaster as he turned and pushed the stranger gently away from Tommy. "That's no way to introduce yourself."


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[Tacitus Agrippa]

Tacitus snorted in amusement at the answer - he'd never met the guy before but seemed he knew his way around banter. He raised a drink to the line and took a drink to show his agreement with it. Looking over the swoop, he nodded.

"It's Bri's swoop I think - keeps going on about it." he shrugged a little bit, "It might be hot though so fair warning if you thinking of a test flight."

He eyed the other man for a minute before deciding to go with it.

"Hey you one of those Sith right?" he smirked a little bit as he started back inside, "Fifty credits says I can drink you under the table. You interested?"

If Wiley was interested or not, Tacitus would head back inside and pull out a bottle of Tarisian-style Whiskey. Tarisian style cus, well, Taris didn't do much alcohol production anymore.

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[Pidge Batana]

The spice was hitting hard. Pidge’s pupils were the size of small moons. Her heart beat hard, as if she’d just run a marathon, yet she had the energy to run a thousand more. Her lekku tingled. The stuff was potent- nothing like what she’d had in the back alleys of Nar Shaddaa. Perhaps she should have done a little less. One sniff more and she’d be right out. Not that she regretted it. Spice was powdered courage. If only that smug woman would walk away...

The pussycat’s eyes were boring into her as a pale hand danced suggestively across Nero’s torso and downwards. No such luck.

Just as she was about to turn away and grab another drink, the show woman beckoned her over. It was too early for a fight. Besides, all she’d done was look. That wasn’t a crime, was it. For the love of the force, she hoped she please wouldn’t be thrown out one of the windows yet. Gesturing for the other woman to give her a moment, she knocked back another shot. It would take at least six more for her to black out. Having built up a tolerance long ago, she was far from tipsy. Finally, after pettily delaying, Pidge approached, taking her time.

It was a game, and they both knew it. Maybe the other woman would win, but the Twi’lek could still have her fun. Casually intertwining her hand with Nero’s, she gently leaned into him and cocked an eyebrow.

“What a lovely woman you seem to be. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Pidge. And you are?”

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[Nero Agrippa]

Nero Agrippa would watch as Bri done a fat line right by him. The spice was coming out of peoples ears from the amount that was being done already and the drinks were like a never ending river. His bright teeth smirking and turning into a smile as he watched her beckon over the blue Twi'lek with her finger. Either Bri was going to kill her, makeout with her, or kill Nero. Who knew at this point, she could be as wild as Nero at times when she was in the mood for it. That's the one thing Nero enjoyed and loved about her. She was unpredictable and savage but smart. Taking a mouthful of the Ord Kark his brother gave him as he made a lip smacking face and turned to see Tacitus talking to the man inspecting Bri's swoop. Good choice considering if he tried doing anything fishy his brother might toss him over the railings but it seemed the pair were getting along.

Turning his head back he heard a rumble and seen a ship carrying a small metal box in its tractor beam as he hovered right over the outside balcony. A cigarra hung from Nero's mouth as he lit one for himself and for Bri right next to him as the young man made his way over to the pair carrying the box and setting it down. "Well i'll be damned, you make a good entrance." he chuckled with the smoke burning from his cigarra up in the air. Nodding to him as he mentioned about being the hosts he would smirk. "This is Bri, I'm Nero. What in the kark is in that box?" He would perk a brow as he heard him mention Preef as he pointed behind him in the general area by the front entrance. Nero nodded "That is the legendary Rodian indeed." He would glance over to see he was taking a liking to the awkward and clumsy Nautolan. Turning his head back in a jovial smile he watched the blue Twi'lek finally come over after knocking a shot back and seemed confident.

Nero's buzz was strong and his free hand was onto the Ord kark as the Blue twi'lek came over and intertwined her hand with his and leaned into Nero and Bri. She spoke directly to Bri as Nero raised a eyebrow. Honestly she had guts and Nero liked that. Bri herself was a intimidating figure but Nero was curious as to how this would play out. He took another mouthful of the Ord and glanced between Bri and Pidge.

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[Bri Valentia]

The fact little Blueberry had balls wasn't surprising.

She just had them in the wrong places.

Bri gave a wicked smile at the woman slamming back shots just to come closer. It was cute, in a way. She even addressed her. How cute. Pidge. Like the name of a lap dog, a pretty little pet practically swooning in her man's lap. She could feel Nero's own emotions as well; Tacitus was still fangirling over some 5S bigshot and perhaps his girlfriend? Not that it mattered.

And some boy dropped in a crate while some twig eyed over her bike.

She smirked at Pidge, leaning into the woman. Her fingers trailed over the woman's cheek in a tender caress, brown eyes flickering gold for the briefest moment. Standing in front of Nero, back against his front as she pressed against the woman, then wrapping an arm around the woman's waist.

"Bri."

And with that, she pressed her lips hard against the woman's in a passionate kiss, hand sliding from her waist down, the other cupping her cheek in a light caress.

When she pulled away from little Blue, she smirked again, her voice a low, rough whisper.

"Sweet."

And then her head lashed forward to smash into the other woman's nose, lips still curled into a smirk.

"But touch one of my men without my permission again and I'll light you up like a Life Day tree. Now. Are you sleeping with us, or just karking around, little Blue?" She was still snuggled up to Nero, full lips pulled into a sly grin.

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[Wiley Winnz]

Wiley smiled a little as he got closer to the man. He smells nice enough for a large fella. Think he might be hittin on me tho... The Marauder was flattered if that were the case. But that wasn't really his speed. Like feeling the tingling buzz radiate through his body, Wiley could feel the pleasure radiating from the others inside. It was den of iniquity and didn't disappoint.

Tacitcus walked away from the balcony and Wiley's bare finger traced along the seat of the swoop before standing where the man had been the second before, gripping the nearest handlebar for a moment. Eyeing the vehicle, he wasn't looking at the man anymore, his gaze slowly raised as his senses projected behind him. He was a fighter pilot and having eyes in the back of his head was one of the few things he was better at. Other people had been looking at him like at any party. But he wondered what kind of motivation some of them had.

I love this game.​

The hand would drop as he heard the wager. "Nah friend, you want a first time gamble with a stranger?" The dark sider felt parts of his back begin to loosen up as he relaxed. The Force ebbed and radiated from him for a moment as he let it vent outwards. The swoop lifted off the ground and would shift several centimeters towards the edge of the balcony. "I'll have another drink first. Get back to me." Moving away from the bike he would follow the elder Aggripa back inside.

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[Percius Anzag]

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THEME

Eriadu. Quite the familiar planet for Percius Anzag. He visited it quite often when he was little and his family had a business extension there for some time. He had been on the planet while on a sort of break from his own work as a Sith. The danger of the jungle that enveloped a large portion of the planet always entertained him significantly. Instead of going for the jungle, he stuck to the city and came across an open penthouse, claiming to have a party with free drinks. If drinks were on the house, he knew he was in for sure. Alcohol was something he always thoroughly enjoyed as recreation.

Percius donned on a decently sophisticated garb compared to what most would wear, but he always had the tendency to overdress. He didn’t care what others thought of him too much unlike many Sith. Despite his lavish lifestyle, he could enjoy something more casual than what House Anzag would expect of one of their members. Entering the penthouse, he took some time to explore and take in the surroundings, breathing in the atmosphere and letting it guide him to what he’d do. “This definitely seems to be one kriff of a party already. Perhaps I could find something to do so I won’t drink myself into a poor predicament”

He felt dark-side prescenses nearby in the force, but he didn’t care for anything Sith related at the moment. Maneuvering through crowds Percius made a beeline for the expansive bar. He noticed a Twi’Lek interacting with a Sith on his way, and he sat decently near. He ordered a drink and began drinking almost immediately. He hadn’t had anything to consume for a while and it was relief having something that was more tasteful compared to what he’d have while working.
He then noticed spice being used as well as people already entering drunken stupor. “Tonight would be a good night to let a little off...” he thought. By the time he was nearly done with his drink, rather quickly, he already felt more loose than he would normally be.

Indeed it will be a fun night

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[Srucayr]

Eriadu. Srucayr could feel the poison of the inhabitants on the planet. Kad had led him to the planet, now he would find the purpose why. Word of a party thrown by some hotshots in the Syndicate would reach him in the hangar bay. What a good omen. In order to cleanse his enemies, he needed to know them. And if he could foster trade with them, one day they would be their own undoing. The ancient silver and blue beskar would find itself in the turbolift to the penthouse. Warpick clipped to his belt and blade sheathed to his back he would await the door to open. All of his life he had known none but his own kind, learning always the evils of the Aruetii. Today, he'd experience it firsthand. For his people. He would learn how to destroy the enemies of his kind, by perhaps befriending them.

As the door slid open, he'd enter the party, visor shifting to the deformed statue and the Naut before it as well as her Rodian companion. A further look and he was graced by the sudden act of violence to the twi'lek. A fight already? Maybe that would be the singular similarity all night to one of his Clan's parties.

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk let out a huff as he came to a stop, parking his recently acquired 74-Z speeder bike. It was vintage Imperial, likely a replica in his mind but he didn’t care, it worked, and it got him around place to place on Eriadu. He was running in the big leagues now, even if he was still mostly in on small time jobs. That sentiment hit too close to home with his time on the Black Sun, time cut abruptly short by a backstabbing he didn’t quite want to think about right now. In fact, that’s exactly why he was here, he wanted to do some forgetting, and no one was around home base to entertain him. It was so boring sitting alone, and word had spread about some celebratory shindig going on in an upper level penthouse. That’s all he needed to hear to make new plans for his night.

As he strode to the door, he could already hear the rowdiness within, and his sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight from the eager grin spreading across his face. Perhaps this was his kind of party? A good old fashioned brawl would suit him for entertainment, and he would at least try to not kill anyone this time.

Moving up to the doorway, he saw some sort of armored figure peering over the crowd, but the trandoshan hardly minded. He simply did the same as he looked above the man’s head, and the figure had moved on by the time his eyes caught onto one Preef Callo. So this is where the Boss woman’s right hand man had gone? And just when the rodian thought he may have escaped the trandoshan’s antics for the night. However, seeing Preef had a lady with him, Tresshk decided he would give the rodian a break, at the very least for a few minutes. That’s when his predator’s nose caught the smell of blood, and his head snapped over to see some human looking woman standing over a blue twi’lek, one he recognized, which turned his face to a scowl. He marched over to the bar scene, folding his arms as he stood towering over one Bri Valentia, a woman he didn’t recognize. His amber, reptilian gaze would glance to the admittedly rather large human she was with, but given the trandoshan’s own stature he wasn’t about to back down. He would keep an eye on that one.

“We gonna have sssome troubless here? Hsssk.” The tattooed trandoshan growled as he leaned over to Pidge, putting an arm under the girl to support her. She may not have recognized him, especially not in the state she was in, and the two had never formally met. However, they were in the same family so to speak, the Zaa Fenn family, and Tresshk did his due diligence to know who all he had tied his life to. He recognized the undeniably stunning girl from among his roster of compatriots, and that meant she was under his protection. Tresshk expected as much from his rodian companion as well, because he was self aware to know he was hardly a negotiator, meaning this could very well go south...

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[Kyle "Kitt" Fitz]

Kitt

His greeting to Preef Callo was not met with a good response. Kitt looked upon the Rodians blaster. He was right, if he continued any longer he'd be shot by Preef Callo. Quick, he had to woo him, impress him, turn on his charisma. "Uh...ah...uh, I think I'm going to sit down. Before I..." Oh no...Kitt's stomach was bubbling, it was about to erupt...he was about to...whitey. His first turned white as he rushed to the toilet at the speed of light. Entering the bathroom and urging whoever was in there to get out he curled over the table. It was like molten lava erupting from his mouth. The taste disgusting. Was that last night's space waffle? Whatever it was, it was no longer in his body. After bringing his guts up he stood up with a wobble. "Ughhh" He said as he flushed the toilet, placing his hand to his forehead and staggering out of the bathroom. Water would be a good choice for now he thought as he made his way to the taps and poured himself a glass. Sipping it slowly. He went in way too fast and too rough. It had been a while since he'd done spice, a long while. Hopefully he'd be fine soon. Apologise to Preef Callo, make amends. It was a terrible introduction, but drugs sometimes did that to a person.

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[Tacitus Agrippa]

Tacitcus got the impression that Wiley was having a bit of fun and he wasn't quite sure how or if it was at his expense. And he didn't much care. Seeing the dude grin like that made Tacitcus grin right back and he nodded a little bit, eyeing the swoop for a little bit before deciding he was gonna call it here and back out of the gamble as Wiley had left him that opening.

"Alright man, I'll catch you later with a bet." he assured the man as he headed back inside alongside him, "What's yer poison? Been humping my ass across half the Galaxy to make sure I got a variety - Nero is a picky karker so he likes his variety."

Of course he stepped back inside the apartment in time to see the whole... thing... with Nero, Pidge and Bri going down. He stared at them for a moment before sighing, feeling exasperated as though he couldn't leave them alone for a moment. Tacitcus downed the drink in his hand.

"Case in karking point I guess..."

And now Nero was staring down a karking trando.

He turned to Wiley.

"You got any cigarras? I'm fresh out and I'm thinking I'm gonna need them."

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[Wiley Winnz]

"Twice Dead Twi' tequila is a label I ain't seen in...." Wiley stopped beside Tacitus with his own expression of new interest at the commotion that had erupted. "...awhile." Things had definitely changed quickly since he had gone to the balcony and back. But the energy that came over him was like opening a speeder door that was being clam baked by a highschoolers.

"Yea, here ya go mate."
He fished out his pack from in his jacket and pulled it out for him to take. Once Tacitus handed it back the Marauder would pull one for himself and snap his fingers. The snap would be easy to cause a jet to shoot out. "OH...woops. Guess I got a little excited." The wave of heat felt like he could have nearly singed his eyebrows. But it shot up into the air and managed to avoid anybody. The flame, now no larger than an average hand lighter, came towards the cigara in Wiley's mouth.

Flapping his hand afterwards, he would stop the flame projection. It was hotter than it looked. "On second thought maybe soomthin' smoother."

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[Pidge Batana]

Well, the woman was nothing if not a good kisser. The light touch on the Twi’lek‘s hip made her stomach drop like a faulty cargo lift. Her lips were soft and tasted faintly of alcohol. Pidge glided her hands up Bri’s hip to her chest. It had taken her by surprise, but she liked surprises. After a moment, the other woman stepped back.

“Sweet.” Sweet? That was what Bri had to say? Everything about the woman enthralled and infuriated her. Her cold, toying tone, her careless yet passionate kiss.

Then, out of nowhere, Kitty slammed her head against the scoundrels nose. She felt something crack. The appendage went partially numb, but Pidge could feel the warm stream of blood cascade down her chin and spill across her gold dress, dripping onto the floor. Pain began to radiate around her eyes. It did not take her medical knowledge to know it was broken. One hand, already dripping with blood went to pinch the nose while the other reached out to deliver a stinging slap. If that failed, a kick to the shins would provide a drop of revenge at the little bitch. Indignance, betrayl, anger, and lust rose in the twi’lek’s chest.

Little Blue? Perhaps that could be her new nickname. She rather liked it. But nicknames were for friends. The former dancer sneered through red-tinted, perfectly straight teeth. “Apologies. You must have missed my name. It’s actually Pidge. Batana. Zaa Fenn family,” she snarled. “and I don’t kark around. Clearly you want a taste of me. Who am I to stop someone, or someones, who could be high paying customers. Maybe you’ll surprise me.“

A hulking figure approached from the crowd. Even through blurry vision, he looked vaguely familiar. The voice confirmed her suspicions: Tresshk. Another member of her adoptive family. Tough looking Trandoshan. It was good to know she had backup if things were about to go down. She’d seen him before, but never made his acquaintance. Unfortunately, her situation was not the most ideal first impression. The free teal hand reached up to his chest, blocking him from going any further. “Thank you Tresshk. I mean no trouble.“ At least not yet “I would like to ask you something, though.” The lie was easy. She let him help her a bit further away, far enough so that party chatter would mask their conversation. “Can you make her pay? Maybe mess up her bike or something?” Before he could answer, she slipped him a few credits and waltzed away with a faux smile. She would have her way eventually.

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[Riyocho Drew]

THEME​

Riyocho watched the repeating video he had saved on his datapad. On it the visual of the masked man so much of the galaxy had become familiar with played. The Arcanist moved with his twin blades and switched to a blogger ecstatically reacting to it. It wasn't the first time Riyocho had seen the video.

The Arcanist has the right idea.

Leaning slowly off of the stolen parked swoop, he stared at the large building. Overhead he could see the lights high in the sky on one balcony or another. That Rodian hadn't been paying too much attention and his thugs were easy to sneak past as well. But he also couldn't just walk up into the pent house. He needed a way up without drawing attention.


Just go in and see if there's any of them in there. Go from there.
In his baggy clothes he could feel the weight of stamped durasteel. Taking a deep breath. Crix's mother had suffered. The Jedi had done a piss poor job. The Rangers were limited by the wheels of democracy. His own family was off trying to speak freedom and peace for the rest of the galaxy so he supposed he could blame that on the Sith too. The polluted air of the Sith controlled planet didn't help at all.

Going to the building, Riyocho had already been watching the building for a few minutes and saw an alley around back. No dice, the back doors were locked. Craning his neck he saw further up, maybe a few dozen stories, there was a window washer. Walking to the opposite side of the alley the maintenance door to the other building was unlocked. "Yss!"He said through clenched teeth before quickly looked up and down the alley way but nobody was looking as far as he could see.

Darting inside he walked through the plain hall ways until coming to a freight elevator. It would take him up high enough and past the first floor security of the neighboring shopping building. Cigara butts said he wasn't the only casual passerby and this place was much fancier on the outside for being in this part of the planet. There was something going on, hositility and violent intent. At first he thought he was about to punch the door for not opening. But a ding would ring and Riyocho tensed his grip around the weapon hidden in his clothes. The doors parted and nothing was on the other side. Get it together man. Maybe it will just be Preef and his 'ranch hands'.

Coming back to the same side of the building the Pantoran had entered, the only difference was there wasn't ground for a long way down. Reaching out, Riyocho opened a window and felt the rushing in air flow his pink hair back. Across and down one floor was the swaying platform for cleaning the outside.

"Yup...just need to make that jump. That reeeeallly....really far jump...."

The kid had done free running before and some parkour or running from authorities at times. But even the current distance and risked drop suddenly seemed like a lot more. Staring at it for a moment the young man huffed. His heart beat felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. :etting the natural increase in violent nature flow around him like a water current. Dank ferrik He ran full tilt and leapt out the window, the force helping with his jump and causing him to end up flying with more momentum. His body slammed into the pent house building's glass window causing a small spiderweb crack to appear. The teen let out a groan in pain before trying to get up from and steady himself. "Ow"

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[Srucayr]

Srucayr would watch the Trandoshan lumber around him and hurry to the twi's aid. With a look around he noticed various tattoos marking people as members of different families. Cursing to himself, he'd step farther into the penthouse suite, sticking close enough to the altercation to step in if needed.

 

[Nero Agrippa]

Nero Agrippa would be standing next to Bri enjoying his whiskey and his cigarra with her next to him and talking to the one who came in with a small metal box. He had a mouthful of Ord and was looking back and forth between the pair before a head butt came flying out of nowhere and smashing Pidge in the face. Well Nero rose a eyebrow as this all happened within seconds as Pidge let go of Nero's hand and reached for her face. Watching as the other hand came directly at Bri like a instant reaction from the pain. He almost spat out his ord from the sudden turn of events but managed to swallow it with a weird look in his eye. It seemed Bri didn't mind sharing but she liked the politeness of asking first to happen instead of being bold and asserting dominance.

Nero watched as he mentioned her name and her crime family as he turned his head over to see Preef and suddenly a reptile sort of thing come marching right up to the pair and standing infront of the group. It seemed he wanted to play tough as Nero lowered his arm the glass and stared into the Reptiles face. His green piercing eyes would look right through him as he was no doubt a big farkin' ugly thing but Nero was Nero. Hearing him speak he would wait until Pidge finished what she had to say. "No troubles that include you. Bri was about to take Pidge upstairs I recall but it seems she wanted to spice things up." Nero almost had Pidge sitting on his face but Bri was Bri and he knew she rathered Pidge talk to them with the idea first than holding hands. Well I guess the ball is in the two females courts. He would count on Preef coming over to investigate since it was his crime family.

Pidge decided to move off from the group and talk to her friend as Nero never kept his eyes off him. He had a weird look on his face like a smile and his eyes didn't blink as he stared at just he male. Nero didn't take any heat from Pidge or thought any different. Nero himself would be pissed if he got his nose smashed in but then again he would probably be more turned on. Getting hit in the face and immediately retreating to talk to her protector? Something never sat right. Unfortunately the Zaa Fenn needed to depend on each other and not handle their own battles but he kept the comment to himself for now. He didn't know what he wanted to do more, Smash the lizard off the balcony, makeout with Pidge with her bloody face or carry Bri upstairs. Through all of it he wanted the first option a good bit but suddenly he heard a thud. Someone tried leaping building to building to get to the penthouse and brought up solid in the window..Lovely.

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[Tommy]

Tommy’s heart fluttered as Preef began to describe a penthouse. She was about to say something else that would no doubt come out as more garbled mumbling. They were interrupted by a man that obviously had a bit too much spice. Preef cut in right away, pushing him to keep his distance. Tommy’s eyes went wide - what a hero!

“Mr. Callo, I would be honored-” She began but saw some movement at the corner of her eye. She recognized the blue twi’lek from being somewhat affiliated with Preef. Preef had fame, but so did the people that rubbed elbows with him to some degree. Tommy gasped as she saw the pretty woman from earlier straight up headbutt the twi’lek after smooching on her (who does that?!).

Now, Tommy may not have been a badass, but she was loyal. In a room full of Syndicates, if you messed with one, you messed with all, “OY!” She angrily yelled out, crouching down to grab the head of the statue (alas, spit and spice didn’t make a good adhesive). She took aim and chucked it directly at the pretty lady’s head.

Unfortunately, Tommy’s aim was absolute garbage. The head would instead sail through the air and probably conk the face of the pretty boy that had been standing between the two ladies.

Kriff.

@Exhilian @Eccles @Killa Ree