Party at Nem'ro's Place!

[Spectre (Old)]

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It's finished, done and over with, as Spectre has gone before the Hutt Council. The new Hutt Cartel Kajidii walked into the Supreme Mongul's palace as a Vigo, and he walked out now a Kajidii Lorda, with a seat on the Hutt Council and everything. The species barrier keeping non-slugs from moving beyond Vigo was shattered. Nem'ro's blessing proved to be a keyfactor in him gaining a seat, it's nice to back the right people. That's in addition to everything else Spectre had going in his favor. At the end of the day, Spectre is now a Kajidii and that's all that matters.

At the entrance Cantina of Nem'ro's palace. Now, the man of the hour, Spectre, would have his own corner booth all to himself. He would be standing up, wearing his dapper suit along with all his other stuff. He would have Erri Pescer, Jerry Oliver, Wesley Wren, and Aldric Alan would be sitting at the table having some differing alcoholic beverages. Spectre himself would be having a glass of Corellian brandy, his favorite drink.

This is a party thrown at the Besadii Lorda's palace, hosted by Spectre himself. There are dancers, there would be various gambling tables, there would be drinks. There would also be Gammorean guards watching overhead.Now, there would be more than the usual regulars in attendance, as this is a special occasion. That should drum up some business. Now lets see, who else will come? One thing is for sure, it's going to feel a bit weird, the thought of being addressed by 'Your Excellency' or 'Lorda' feels... doesn't know how he would describe it.

[fancybox2]OOC: Combat/Death Disabled. All Hutt Cartel members welcome! Anyone affiliated with the Cartel PC Orgs are welcome as well. Anyone else who is interested can PM me on the site or message me on discord. This is the last part of my Kajidii plot thread, so anyone who posts will get a small amount of plot credits on plot completion approval. Have fun!

@Nefieslab! @Malon [/fancybox2]

 

[Parvis]

Ha!

He knew that Spectre would be able to manage it!

The dapper cartel member had likely done more in a week to help promote the cause of the Cartel than some of the other Lorda had done in their years of service... there was no one more deserving of a spot on that Lorda council than Spectre and he was proud to say that he worked with the man.

Worked for the man now that he thought about it.

Buying himself a drink and one for the man of the hour, Parvis wandered on over to Spectre and handed the other man the champagne he had brought on over, raising his own glass to him with a grin,

"Lorda... you did it my friend." he declared with a grin, "How does it feel to be the single more powerful human being in all of Hutt Space?"

Ah this was a good day to be a human Cartel operative! A day where they could celebrate their own glass ceiling being utterly broken!

@Faster Than Light

 

[Max Hithor]

Nem’ro’s palace, one of the places Max didn’t expect to go, or not soon. But he had been invited to a party at the Lorda’s home. The party however had not been hosted by Nem’ro himself, but by the kajidii Spectre. Spectre was now the first human to ever be placed that title, it was a position traditionally held by Hutts. Nevertheless, Spectre has paved the road for more humans and other species to rank up through the Cartel system. Max hoped to reach that position sometime, and soon. As Max showed the guards his invitation, and gave them his weapons to pick up later, he saw Spectre himself talking to a Vigo, Parvis. Both men were extremely powerful. Max hoped to get close to at least one of them and be an ally or friend. He already had ties with another Vigo, the Wook. Max walked through the hall, noticing all the Cartel members chatting. Taking a champagne of of a server tray, Max noticed Nem’ro was not present, most likely talking to one of his liutenents or an advisor. Max walked around smiling, and saying hello to some people. There were several furniture around, so Max walked over to a couch, and laid his drink on a table beside him.

 

[Oz]

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OZ was, more or less, pretty well known among the Cartel by now. This was his first social event since Al'boonta's Eve, and his influence certainly had increased since then. It certainly showed; he noticed people's gazes lingering on him as he walked past, and heard chatter about the droid bounty hunter that had helped save Serenno. His presence during the apocalyptic world had boosted his social standing pretty decently, not that he cared much. His social systems had never been properly tuned either way, and he had no problem enjoying the company of no one but himself. Still, he did feel some pride.

He walked into the party without his rifle, but still had his pistol on its lip holster. Besides that, he had his armor, which featured both a hidden blade and flame thrower. To a human, wearing armor at a social event would seem uncomfortable and cumbersome, but the droid had no problem with this, since he did not have skin. His outfit had become symbolic by now anyway.

OZ strode through the party with a confident swagger, arms at his sides. A waiter offered him gas to drink, but he waved him away. The droid was a few weeks sober, and had never felt better in his life. As soon as the waiter walked off, he spotted a familiar face, and made a bee line for the person.

"Well, rinse my circuits and dust my processor! Davik Lorso!" he called out to the man. "Long time no see, buddy!"

OZ reached out to shake his hand, but then changed his mind and pulled Davik into a hug, slapping his back once or twice. Too bad that wasn't Davik.

@Quazi

 

[Faison Kelborn]

Faison let out a contented sigh as he took a long sip from his ale - a black pint of frothy ale that looked to be equal parts engine oil and beer. The Mandalorian couldn't say he was a close associate of Spectre - in fact the only ties he held with the newly anointed Kajidii was he helped the man acquire a certain ship. Perhaps he would remember Faison's contribution when it came to getting more work.

The Mandalorian had made quite a few contacts in the Hutt Cartel: Nem'ro, The Wook, a few members of the Twisted Twi'lek. If he could make Spectre a contact on top of that, he'd have a solid foundation of contacts to maintain his solid stream of income. Perhaps it would come in handy for his return to Mandalore. He had heard rumors of something regarding his late father that he... wasn't happy to hear, honestly. Nothing more had popped up except the few rumors he heard, but only time would tell as to whether any more would come of it.

Honestly, he hoped to make his trip to Mandalore sooner rather than later, and having friends in the Cartel to fall back on should osik hit the fan would be a solid safety net. So, it was with the goal of solidifying hopefully another working relationship that the Mandalorian left his perch at the bar, ale in hand and helmet tucked under his arm, and approached the man of the hour. His expression was dour as always, but he managed a smile. "Congratulations. I don't think we have officially met, but I'm Faison, of the Clan Kelborn. I helped you secure your newly acquired ship."

@Faster Than Light

 

[Christopher Harlow]

Seyfer stood off to the side of all the festivities, as such things weren't as interesting to him anymore. Spectre wouldn't know who he actually was, the change to his appearance having been complete even down to the voice. Only two people knew the truth, one not even affiliated with the Cartel and the other his employer, Nem'ro the Hutt. At one time the person Seyfer used to be, Ark Insalius, had been friends with Jack Lawson, now known as Spectre, and would have been happy for his success. Now, he felt...nothing. Which was better than the combination of despair and rage that he had felt when he knew that the man had slain his friend, the Chiss known as Ten, for the bounty on the man's head. Ten had been his companion and closest friend, his only of such friends, and his loss had...hurt. Badly. Especially because it had been Ark who had advised Spectre as a person to go to in order to try to remove their bounties. He should have gone himself, or with the man. But he hadn't, and that had led to the death of a treasured friend.

So no, he would not be celebrating Spectre's appointment. The only reason Seyfer was there was because he was Nem'ro's right hand, meaning the protection of the palace was one of his main tasks. He kept a tireless and close eye on the guests, making sure that none of them caused trouble or tried to pull anything cute. He wouldn't speak to anyone unless spoken to, and even then would probably just be a short answer to whatever question was asked. No, he wouldn't drink. No, he wouldn't dance. He'd only congratulate the man to his face if he asked at this point, and more out of necessity of courtesy than anything. He no longer wished for Spectre's death, as he had a while ago. He didn't wish for his success though, either. The man he'd met on Hosnian Prime years ago was gone, or perhaps had never existed. Their trip to Canto Bight was no longer a treasured memory. He didn't even try to look at the man. There were more important things than him in the palace right now, at least in Seyfer's opinion.

 

[Chiffon]

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Don't go anywhere without being ready to fight. Faxon had taught him that. Obviously he did not have the urge to wear heals or mini-skirts like Chiffon did. The man was nowhere to be seen and she had not heard from him in over five years. The woman had not given him much thought beyond the teachings he had provided though she repsected him and his memory. The Echani thought of him as if he were dead and he may very well be.

Tonight was about another individual, Spectre. The woman had been at the party where he had become Vigo before. Well the man climbed the ranks alright. She had to give him credit where it was due. Stepping out towards the back of the stage Chiffon was accompanied by Ivory. The Zabrak had voiced her opinion about coming to the palace of a Hutt but she was a member the Harlequins and they were both performers as well as bounty hunters. Even if Ivory was not a member of the Cartel she would have to venture to place she was not comfortable with eventually.

Both were dressed to party and perform. Chiffon had her Hippeus Protective Kit but it was inacitve and just looked like a large neck accessory. A few days ago she had been forced to kill a skeevy gentleman who had a few thugs under his control. At the time she thought it would be a clever idea to use his blood as war paint. The whole "wearing the blood of my enemies" seemed like a fun thing to do and the look on their faces made it worth it. She even took some of the man's blood and made it into some haair dye though now with her white hair it had faded to pink. The fact that it was no longer blood red made Chiffon mildly annoyed but she also liked pink so she would come to terms with the simple wardrobe adaptation.

Dropping her duffle bag of gear on the stage she would adjust her outfit in preperation. Ivory would tweak the speakers slightly. The instruments were already set up so there was little they had to do. Approaching the microphone she would make introductions. "Good evening everyone. How's everybody feeling?" She would get a read of the crowd so far and their mood. The Harlequins had never performed at a palace before so this was a first. "Well you all know why we are here. To drink Nem'ro's booze right. Just kidd. No, we're here to congradulate and celebrate one of the hardest working members of our organization. Give a round of applause for the one and only Spectre. She would end the sentence with an open hand gesturing to where she had picked out the man in the crowd. (@Faster Than Light ) After the applause died down she would turn her attention towards another person of interest. "Of course this party could not happen without the great and generous Nem'ro. Give it up for our host!" Surprisingly she did not see the Hutt (@Malon ) anywhere in the immediate vecinity but it was only appropriate to thank the person who's palace you were occupying.

Once the applause was done she would get to introducing her own group. gfont=Black Ops One]"Now if we're done with all that..."[/gfont] She turned to look over at Ivory who would give her a thumbs up. "We're the Harlequins and we're going to not try to deafen you too much" She winked nobody in the crowd specifically. The group of two would play a song that probably cater more toward the present company's tastes. They would not likely enjoy the harder stuff the group was capable of. They had a niche following but it might not be the best in this environment to go full psycho. As she began performing she recognized Faison (@Fyremage ), the mandalorian by himself for the time being. There was also another man one that she could swear was familiar and then she realized it was Davik Lorso, (@Quazi ) or at least looked like him. The only reason she did not go to him and drag him out was she was currently performing.

Spoiler: Songs

A mixture of what the Harlequins perform so take your pick

 

[“LAZARUS”]

Anyone could say what they wanted to about the Hutts—and they probably wouldn't be wrong about it, either—but the slugs knew how to throw a party. An empty neon vial laid crushed on the floor, as Lazarus became jittered from the rush. His veins near the inner parts of his elbows illuminated faintly, as the narcotic drug raced through his blood. And he hadn't even gotten to the gambling tables yet—no_night was complete without a game of pazaak or dejarik... or hell, even just holodarts. This was a night to not give a damn about anything, and Lazarus was taking it all in to the full.

At the bar, the Corellian slicer took shots of everything, from a Fierfek_to Rancor's Blood_ to Juma Juice_ to even a Settov Hammer... and he hated Settov Hammers. Neon, ironically, helped to combat the adverse effects of alcohol, but Lazarus knew this was killing his liver, and he loved it... and made sure to arrange a paramedic pickup before the night was over. He didn't need it yet, but Force-willing, he would.

Even so, with the exception of his hands, which would not stop shaking, Lazarus still had clarity of mind and coordination. Mostly. His tongue was loosened and his walk had gotten sluggish, but he could still manage. Before he was too far gone, he did think he needed to see the man of the hour. After all, this was all for him. It wasn't exactly a rare_thing to see, but it was still fairly uncommon for a Human, or really just any non-Hutt, to consistently achieve prominence within the Hutt Cartel. On that basis alone, Spectre had a lot to be proud of.

"And I helped!", Lazarus called out suddenly, as he neared Faison and Spectre, squinting his eyes in the aftermath of his statement, pointing as he enunciated. "Well... with the sexy pilot... Sorta."

Lazarus stared to the floor briefly, as if his focus or balance was slightly slipping, pausing his speech after every few words. "But anyways... congratulations to the... ghost man... Um... Spectre", Lazarus said, finally pointing correctly at Spectre. "And yesh, he is... a better slasher... than meesh..."

The Corellian slicer inhaled sharply, blinking rapidly as he began to stagger and walk off. "I th-h...ink I heed to... shiit down.

 

[Max Hithor]

Max watched as more guests came in. Some were famous, and Max recognized them, and some were new faces. Drinking his drink, he set it back down when he noticed a droid (@The Matt ) advancing towards him. This droid was not a server droid, but a different kind, a droid Max had run into sometime. Then he remembered, he met the droid when he was hunting for Jedi. That was where he also met the Wook. He wondered if the Wook would attend, most likely. The droid stopped, centimeters from Max, and extended his droid arm for a hand shake, all the while saying someone else's name. The droid changed his mind about the handshake, instead exchanging it for a hug with a couple of hard slaps. Max had gone through a lot lately, but getting slapped on the back by a machine with metal hurt a lot. "Um, hi...I'm not Davick Lorso, I am Max Hithor. I believe we met on a roof top a while back, when we rolled for those lightsabers. And I believe that Davick Lorso is wanted by the Hutt Cartel. But anyways my droid friend how are you?" Max chuckled, he knew who Davick Lorso, not personally, but because of the bounty that was put on him by Nem'ro the Hutt. Max had made it his mission to remember that face well. If he could capture Davick, ded or alive, Max would get a lot of credits.

No...Mr. Lorso would not be attending the party, he would have been really bold to do so. The lights dimmed, and on the stage, and woman appeared (@Darasuum ), dropping a bag. She spoke to the audience, and gave the usual thanks to the hosts of the party. As she spoke, she glanced across the room, and her eyes met Max's. Max swore she was glaring at him, as if she wanted to tag and bag him. Max did not know this woman at all, so for her to be glaring at him was weird, and scary. She turned her head, and Max felt a wave of relief crash over him. As the woman was continuing to ramble, Max looked into the crowd, looking for anymore familiar heads. He spotted Faison (@Fyremage ) , a non Hutt Cartel oriented person, who Max just recently worked with. Returning his gaze to the woman, he noticed the droid was still standing next to him, his processors processing the words coming from the mouth of the woman.

 

[Andraste]

There was a noticeable change in temperature within the palace as she strolled in, the air considerably chillier. By now, those that knew her had gotten used to it, but it was still enough to cause the hairs in the backs of their neck to stand on end. Darkness swirled around her at all times, regardless of whether or not she actively used it.

Andraste was adorned in an elegant, black dress that made no efforts to hide her every growing belly. She had recently conquered the Sith empire, and before that she had been crowned Grand Countess of Serenno. Despite all that, Andraste was not one to forget the allies that helped her throughout her endeavors.

It was a credit to Spectre and how he had friends in very high places that the Sith Empress herself left Korriban to attend an event in his honor. Her yellow eyes scanned all around, recognizing some of the faces. Andraste spotted a familiar figure on a stage, the woman (@Darasuum ) the very same that had embarrassed herself during the Boonta’s Eve tournament. She simply grinned at the woman, “Break a leg..” Andraste muttered under her breath to wish the woman luck.

She almost did a double take as she spotted someone that looked like her close friend Davik. The resemblance was uncanny, and her gaze lingered on him for a few moments. Andraste kept walking till she closed the distance between her and Spectre, offering him a smile, “I’m not surprised in the least. You truly deserve this. May our alliances and friendships continue to thrive,” Andraste had a non-alcoholic beverage in her hand that she raised in toast to him before taking a sip from it.

@Faster Than Light

 

[Parvis]

Oh this party was starting to get jumping! Spectre was getting mobbed by well wishers and that was cool though she he just stuck around for a few moments, taking a sip of his drink as he just looked over who had actually bothered to turn up to this shindig. As with all the others, he made sure to raise his glass in a toast when others decided that they were going to call out about Spectre and Nem'ro's achievements.

He would have gone to see Nem'ro himself to congratulate him in person like he was doing with Spectre here but he honestly couldn't be sure if it wouldn't turn out like last time he had met the Hutt while under the influence of alcohol.

Jock straps and horny Hutts did NOT mix well.

The air got a little bit chilly but Parvis did his best to pay it no mind and instead took another drink from his glass... which he immediately almost choked on when he realised who had wandered on up to Spectre to stand beside Parvis himself. He swallowed thickly,

"An-andraste." he greeted her awkwardly, slightly breathless from almost choking himself on his drink, "You... you're here. Of course you're here! You can go wherever you like! Hehe..."

He groaned a little bit and turned away for a moment to mutter a quick "kill me" under his breath before turning back to her and commenting on the first thing he could think of.

"You look glowing!" he told her quickly before adding, "Not that you didn't always glow but... just that there's an... an extra glow around you right now."

By the Force if he were struck down now that'd be great...

 

[Christopher Harlow]

And so walked in the more important thing that Seyfer had just been thinking of. Overlord Andraste had just made an appearance. No, it wasn't Overlord anymore. His intelligence network, such as it was at the moment, had managed to get the report of what had happened on Korriban to him, though later than he would have liked. Well, it wasn't like they were an enemy, as allies it was fine for the slower sharing of information. He knew that she had become Empress of the Sith civilization, as it was called, and that was a game changer all in itself. He still lacked enough knowledge to know for sure what the future would hold, something he would have to fix after his upcoming visit to Sluis Van. What was obvious was that the...Sith, now? Were gaining power quickly. They had to keep up, be competitive, otherwise they'd just be absorbed by the larger power. Seyfer could find his way regardless, but he owed Nem'ro enough to at least try to prevent that fate.

Walking over, Seyfer waited until the others had stopped talking before giving a crisp, proper bow of respect to the woman who had done so much. "Welcome, Empress Andraste. In my employer's place, let me welcome you to the Palace of Nem'ro the Hutt. I wish to congratulate you on your own accomplishments, and I eagerly wait to hear the tales of your conquest. That can be for another time, however. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask." He knew that the party was for Spectre, but Andraste's actions, and influence, demanded to be respected as well. He wouldn't be the one to suffer from that kind of bad hosting, as it was possible that such an insult could result in deadly consequences. At least, if all the stories were true. He wondered if Andraste would recognize him, though it would be difficult for her to do so. His mind couldn't be read and his body and voice were vastly different than when he was the best man for Cregan at their wedding on Lothal. Regardless, that was in the past now. She was an Empress and he was a Vigo. How times changed.

@Sreeya

 

[Faison Kelborn]

"Heh, take it easy kid." Faison said as Lazarus took his seat, giving the appearance he had partaken in a bit too much alcohol (well, perhaps for him). The Mandalorian turned his attention back to Spectre, but took pause. Faison didn't intimidate easily. So it should be of note that when Andraste made herself known at the party, his blood ran cold. He had never met the woman personally - no, the galaxy had been kind to him in that respect. But her reputation had preceded her to the point where even a seasoned mercenary such as he took pause about getting involved with her. Generally, force users unsettled the Mandalorian with a mixture of profound respect for their martial prowess, and a level of chagrin at the fact they possessed a weapon he could never hope to possess himself. 'The Force' he thought he heard it called.

His first thought was to simply excuse himself and let the woman have her space, but he recalled what motivated him to approach Spectre and wish him well in the first place. He wasn't going to appear weak, so he remained in place and merely gave the woman a slight smile and nod, but thereafter averted his gaze to somewhere else entirely. His eyes rested on Chiffon, who was performing for the party. The Mandalorian chuckled slightly, half out of nerves and the other half out of amusement. 'Never thought i'd see that crazy schutta again.' He thought to himself. Honestly, she probably had bigger balls than he did. @Darasuum

 

[Spectre (Old)]

This party couldn't really be off at a better start. The very first person to congratulate Spectre with his success was none other than Parvis (@Nefieslab!), his best friend in the Cartel. Of course it would be him. The well-dressed Hutt Council member then smiled "Well, I must say, it feels good, and thank you sir." he would would lightly chuckle to Parvis. After Spectre responded, more well-wishers came his way. Faison Kelborne (@Fyremage), one of the people who Spectre tasks with taking the T2 Thresher Freighter he currently owns. And the other is the up and coming slicer LAZARUS (@Korvo), who accompanied Spectre when he went to recruit the Erri. After Fiason spoke, Lazarus spoke as well. "Thanks guys. And yes Faison. I remember you." Spectre remembers what Faison looks like when looking at his dossiar when it came for hiring out for acquiring the freighter he was wanting. "I appreciate yours and everyone's efforts with my project, and I trust that you were well compensated for your troubles". Of course he was well compensated. He would nod his head while smiling while also shooting a glance at Lazarus, thanking him as well. Chiffon (@Darasuum) also gave Spectre a shout out over microphone, in which Spectre looked over in her direction. He got applause. He nervously grinned as he wasn't sure on how to process this. He never had this much attention on him at this point. He still never moved passed the point of being at least somewhat socially awkward as well.

And then suddenly, Spectre felt a chilling sensation in the air, even underneath the layers of dress clothes he is wearing, and the palace is in a desert planet as well. And then it become apparent as to why as soon as Andraste (@Sreeya) came into view. The one and only Andraste. He sure didn't expect to see her here. Putting aside all the background noise and the sensory overload, Andraste has the Kajidii's undivided attention. If Spectre had a hat, he'd take it off in respect for her. When Andraste smiled at Spectre, he smiled back . "Well... Thank you Empress Andraste. I really appreciate it" he would bow his head towards her solemnly and respectfully towards her. "It's an honour to have you here" he would nod his head in approval of his own words. And he would raise his glass in hand for a toast in response to her doing the same. "And yes indeed. Cheers to our continuing friendship as look we move forward towards a prosperous future for all of us" he would smile again. He would then take a sip of his drink before asking Andraste if she is enjoying herself. "Thank you again for coming. Hope you are enjoying yourself." he said. Both Parvis and the droid, Seyfer Quasar seem to be big admirers of Andraste's work as well.