Penthouse Party [CLOSED]

[Eccles]

Tilo Malik is a rather boastful podracer and after becoming the champion of Nar Shaddaa, both the Zabrak's hearts overflowed with prideful joy. It didn't take long into his first post-race interview that he announced tonight's party. Hosted in one of the Calrissian's most luxurious penthouses where the pool is filled with both Twi'lek and human dancers whose jewelry only barely conceals the scar tissue caused by the shackles they are forced to wear during the day. The generous host is providing for every vice the city-planet has to offer.

The penthouse is filled with podracers, professional gamblers, slavers, spice-dealers and all the big names in the jetset of the moon. As you enter, the big band of weird sentients switches from rancy dance music to cool jazz and numerous waiters move about offering free drinks and spice-products to make even the shy and the silent the new life of the party.

Pursuent with the Clarissian Hall security policy a large Gamorrean sharps his axe to look even more menacing while the cartel member he's assigned to protect plays a sporty game of Pazaak. Davik Lorso, the cartel Kung playing Pazaak, has been a regular at the pazaak tables ever since he returned from the spice triangle with a large amount of credits. There's no talent in his bones and he's surprisingly cheap with his credits, but with a large Gamorrean behind him there's no one brave enough to call him out on it.

 

[Arikka-Mar]

At first, she hated the lifestyle. Gluttony and corporate barbarism was infesting Galaxy, and the Hutt Cartel had been radiating it since nearly the dawn of time. But now? It grew on her. She still hated it, her core personality opposed everything to do with it. A modest life on Tatooine, followed by two decades in the Jedi Order had taught her the sins of crime and greed. But still, she had grown to accept it. Sure, in any situation that did not expose her identity, Arikka-Mar did not hesitate to help the victims of this mindset, but the dissonance between her, and her alternate identities had slowly decayed.

Amethyst Me'kor, her secret identity that wasn't just a cheap throw-away name, had made her way into the penthouse. She had made her way in as the plus-one to another big podracer, a piece of temporary eye-candy that would be forgotten within a few drinks. She knew that'd how it'd end up, it always was. Other girls who were actually interested in him, who were probably better looking, and more seductive, would chat it up with him, and he'd forget about her.

And as always, it happened only within a few minutes of arrival. Arikka watched as he made his way towards a rounded couch, with a small collection of spice, resting on the oval table. Arikka, or Amethyst, had made her way over to the bar instead. One of the vices she had come to accept was alcohol, and besides all the good talk was usually over an ale anyways. "Corellian Brandy, please." Arikka gestured to the Twi'lek barkeep. As she waited for her drink, she took a moment to absorb the atmosphere around her. It was not much different than what she'd seen before. Her eyes focused on the Pazaak tables, though, as she briefly reminisced over how her beginnings in the Cartel started over a game of Pazaak with a Mr. Sharp...

The drink was ready. It was a fast drink to make, but she had briefly forgotten about it, as she quickly turned back to the countertop and clasped the glass, giving a brief nod to the worker.

 

[DroidDude123]

HUNT-15 arrived, thanks to the Hutt prospects being invited. He needed a break since the Invasion of Kowak, a battle that exhausted him. He liked, however, the new modification he did to his arm cannon. His ion blaster could now also shoot a plasma whip, which was a plus. Plasma whips weren't commonly found in assassin droids, but the HUNT-series was capable of many levels of modding. He looked around, remembering that this party was going on, and he shouldn't be thinking of that right now. HUNT-15 sat down, and started talking with others about the Invasion of Kowak, and about it being successful. He did also mention, though, that the trap the inhabitants set up messed him up for a while, so he came here for some recreation to take him away from the battlefield for a while. He began to realize that things were getting entertaining as he began talking about what strategies he used in the battle. He also noticed that this topic was amusing to other Prospects, especially ones that survived the battle. He began having a strange sensation, though... a sensation... that was familiar...

 

[DroidDude123]

HUNT-15 was alert, but also focused on the conversation he was involved in. The droid wasn't usually social, but this was good for him, especially after a battle. It was just to distract him from the terrible truth of the galaxy: That war was a real, common thing. It was a business... Anyway, let's not get to much into that dark place. HUNT-15 was having a good time, despite the sensation mentioned earlier, and he decided to ignore it. HUNT-15 was currently having a fun time for the first time (assassin droids don't usually enjoy things), and he didn't want to distract himself from that. HUNT-15 eventually decided to sit down and start sketching a picture of the Invasion of Kowak's complicated battle strategy, and blueprints of his upgraded ion cannon featuring the plasma whip. HUNT-15 liked drawing, because he was decent at art and was creative. The latter sketch changed the subject of the conversation, when someone asked, "What is that?" HUNT-15 replied, "An upgrade I did to my ion cannon. It has the option of firing a plasma whip." He explained that he liked modifying himself, because they improved his performance as an assassin droid. He liked talking to others for once. At least it's better then fighting a battle.

 

[Robbie White]

A retired Chiss Imperial supersoldier, Ieng Arseko was trained to sneak into places. Crawling through a ventilation shaft, however, Ieng mused that this party was a different story. He wasn't sure how to sneak into the penthouse, but he figured he could sneak in when the waitress droids came near his vent. Soon, a few servers were serving alcohol and spice to the tables around him, and Ieng silently crept out. He'd loathe criminals until he dropped dead, but at least the party might be alright.

 

[Eccles]

The pazaak players were losing interest in Davik, who in his turn kept gazing into the crowd hoping to see cartel big shots that didn't seem to have gotten an invite from the podracing champion. He had been so sure that this party would be the place for him to get a cartel sugar daddy and rise the ranks.

The Gamorrean thug grunted and spat some excess saliva on his axe before he began polishing it again, seemingly dissatisfied with the result of the past hours.

 

[Robbie White]

Ieng walked up to "Hey", he said. "What would you say to a little extra coin?"

 

[Eccles]

A Chiss approached and for some reason spoke in Gamorrean. Davik spoke the language, but the blue sentient sure caught the attention of the Gamorrean bodyguard the casino assigned to every cartel member and the big green monster interrupted the polishing of his axe for a disapproval look at the puny critter.

Davik grinned, "I'm always interested in credits. What business are you in?"

 

[Robbie White]

(Void my character speaking Gamorrean)
"I'm not a criminal, I'm a retired Imperial. If you can bribe some Cartel boss into letting me stay, I'll pay you big time."

A server droid came over, and Ieng ordered a mug of coffee to avoid looking suspicious. Taking a sip, he showed Davik his clawed cyborg hands and his dark grey plasteel armor. "I used to be an experimental cyborg. Ever heard of the Terror Trooper?"

 

[Eccles]

Great Davik thought looking at the Ieng's hands. Cyborgs were the reason that warfare wasn't a profession for the common man anymore. Because who in their right mind would pick a fight with something that is created for the very thing you just rolled into after too many years in the slums struggling to get rancor leftovers.

"So let me get this straight; you want me to pay off a boss, in order to get whatever change you have on you after your desertion?" he shook his head in disbelief. Normally he'd nod and bow to please a Terror Trooper, but on Nar Shaddaa with a Gamorrean bodyguard at his back there really was no reason to tiptoe around someone.

"This is the Smuggler's Moon, pal, you don't need permission to live on this cesspit of a paradise. The only thing you need here are credits."

 

[Robbie White]

"Desertion? I retired, you criminal scum! I hate criminals! I'd like to see every last one gutted and hung out to dry on a stake! Ieng's posture indicated he was not looking for a fight.

 

[Eccles]

It was a thoroughly wrong move to threaten criminals during a party filled with them, and where the cartel members were protected by Gamorreans. It really didn't matter how enhanced the Chiss' combat abilities were at these odds.

The second Ieng moved forward so did Davik's Gamorrean bodyguard. His axe broke the pazaak table and the spectacle turned many heads towards them. Davik in his turn simply grinned "On Nar Shaddaa murder might not be a capital offense, but disrupting a party sure as hell is. Now, you've got the choice between cracking a smile and having a drink, or spending the rest of your machine-enhanced life with a slave collar around your neck."

Spoiler

OOC: This is a purely social thread. If you're intent on a fight then it'll have to be in another thread.

 

[DroidDude123]

HUNT-15 wondered what the heck was going on. He got up, furious that the party that was supposed to be anything but a fight started getting contention. He shouted, "Okay, okay! Just stop! Threatening each other never ends well, and is only a source of a conflict. And trust me, at this point, I prefer to have no conflict. None." He sat back down, hoping that stopped the contention instead of increasing it. But he could always just take care of himself if it did increase it. He came here for a break from the battlefield, not to simply walk into another one. So he wanted to do anything he could to stop whatever was going on at that table.

 

[Robbie White]

Ieng drew a tiny deactivator. It would be no match for even something made by a one-year-old Gamorrean, let alone whatever Davik might have.

"You threaten me one more time, I'll have a slave collar down your throat!" Ieng warned. A band stopped playing and nearly every eye was on Ieng.

 

[Eccles]

Spoiler

From the Nar Shaddaa description:
On each of the gambling and recreational floors, a squad of armed guards patrol the venues with ion pistols and rifles to make sure that there is nothing outside of the ordinary going on. Each room/suite is checked by a bomb/HAZMAT expert(s) after a guest leaves, and sweeps are often held at random even while guests are still checked in. At any high risk table, or those where Cartel Agents have chosen to play, a trained and specialized dealer is placed with an ion rifle of his own. All guards subservient and ready to protect the Cartel members that are regularly gambling and hosting events at the casino and resort.

Davik just laughed, heartily and full of mirth. A number of the guests joined him, some to shake their uneasiness about the situation and others because they saw the humor in all of it. Although the laughter was directed at the slim chance and hollow threat of the Chiss, Davik shared the droid's sentiment. There was no desire for conflict here. However, sometimes you just have to cross a line.

"Personally, I prefer my slaves to be a bit more pleasant on the eyes." he grinned "but I hear there's a Hutt who enjoys little male genitals on his slaves. Bet he'll pay a few credits for yours."

Tilo Malik, the generous host, had been silently outraged by the destruction of the pazaak table and called security. Davik had barely finished saying his last sentence when a full squad of them calmly approached the Chiss with the deactivator. Recognizing Davik as a prospect with the Cartel, Ieng was their natural target.

 

[Robbie White]

Ieng cracked a smile and went over to the bar, ordering a pint of ale. He had a blaster burn on his cheek. a scar near his eyebrow, and his clothes were a bit bloody, but he seemed completely unconcerned as three Gamorrean brutes came up to him. One muttered in Gamorrean. <<"Out!">> the first brute said.

 

[Eccles]

[[OOC: WHY!?!? First of all: This thread was meant to be strictly non-combat, so NO FIGHTING. Secondly: Picking a fight in THIS THREAD is just rude. Thirdly: You're not invincible and this is just ridiculous.]]

Attacking security officers of the Calrissian Hall was a definetive no-go. Encouraged by this floor's senior officer the pod-racing champion and all his guests were escorted back to the casino floors. Davik Lorso was disappointed that he didn't get the opportunity to meet a higher ranking member of the cartel that he could pledge himself to, but he understood that they had to cut the party short for fear of escalation.

[OOC: THREAD IS CLOSED. SORRY FOR OTHER PARTICIPANTS. Interested in keeping some Hutt RP going in any form? Feel free to send me private message.]

 

[Robbie White]

[OOC: Deleted my post, sorry. I didn't see the non combat thing as I didn't read the first post all the way through.]

 

[Robbie White]

[OOC: Also, I was about to have an NPC kick me out.]

The Gamorrean brute ushered me to the door, and I go out.