Rainy Nights

[Cail Keona]

The rain poured down outside the club, but nobody within noticed, especially not Cail Keona, who was having about as good a time as any could have on this dark and dreary planet, Dromund Kaas. Everyone around here was dismal and obscured, for the Dark Side was strong on this planet. All the same, there were few places within the Old Empire that one could better find a place for a good fight. All those repressed Sith Lords caught up in their intrigues and their researches needed outlets, and so they liked to fight, or at least to sponsor them. And one such Lord had brought him in this time as a ringer. The fight had not been hard, and he had made a good show of it, but it had given him a few bruises in return. Even so, there's nothing like a nice drink after a big fight to take the edge off, so here he was now, relaxing in a booth at the "Docking Bay" some halfway decent place not far from the starport.

Cail raised the glass to his lips, and downed the drink. It didn't burn, which was a disappointment, he had hoped the drinks here wouldn't be so watered down, but then again, the owners had to make a profit somehow. That's how the world works, after all. Looking to his left and right, and back to his left, he offered a gentle smile to his companions, a menagerie of handsome men and beautiful women who had chosen to follow him after the fight. "So, I said to him, that's not a sarlaac, that's your wife!" He yelled over the music, before the group began to laugh. He didn't join in though, no, not at first. Better to play it cool for now. And so, Cail leaned back into the booth, letting the pleasing alcoholic numbness wash over the ache for a moment.

 

[Maria Sloviaena]

A woman in a dress enters the building and passed two idiots brawling. She then took a seat at the bar. The crazy lady she was she purchased an entire bottle of wine which the bartender gave with a glass which he poured some into. She took a sip at the incredibly sweet wine. She then picked up her glass and moved over to one of the tables nearby a boot. In the nearby both was a man and she asked him: “Hey what’s your name? I’m Maria, a sith acolyte.”

 

[Kerowyn Tempest]

Dromund Kaas. What was probably considered a proud and true Imperial planet, with such scenery and dull grey skylines, was drenched in a downpour. At least, where Kerowyn happened to be walking was soaked. She managed to coat herself with a thin layer of Force energy, nanometers from her skin to avoid getting wet.

Her armor could handle the rain, but she wouldn't be bothered to actually dry herself off. A Sith of her talents wouldn't bother with something so mundane when a solution as easy as the one she'd already applied. Stopping near the entrance to a bar, she laughed to herself slightly. Stopping in, she quickly ordered a drink and left almost as quickly.

"So I said to him..."

She found her eyes rolling before the joke even finished. Taking a swig of the whiskey she'd acquired, she gently wiped her lip and turned to see another woman approach the man, introducing herself as a Sith Acolyte. This is what passed a 'Sith' these days? The Emperor was off risking his life in a challenge directed to him by a child and they where busy fighting in street brawls for credits?

It was absolutely disgraceful. Luckily, to do something about it she'd have to truly care, but the assessment was halfhearted. They could beat the snot out of each other for her amusement if they wanted. The docking bay booth reminded her of her Father and the recent meeting between her and her siblings. It only soured her mood further. "Just a fighting booth? Hmm. I wouldn't mind going a few rounds." A predatory smile crossed her lips, she announced herself rather loudly, but was content to find a seat before anyone bothered to reply.

The easiest display of dominance in years. It was important to appear in control, or lacking that, taking control. And that is exactly what Kerowyn intended to do.

@Srota @Maria

 

[Cail Keona]

Cail looked like he wasn't paying attention, because, well, he wasn't. He didn't even respond to the redhead as she spoke to him. He didn't see her enter, didn't care about her dress or body. He was just too caught up in his own thoughts for the moment. But the green-skinned Mirialan woman next to him smiled and responded for him.

"Ohhh, you don't know who he is?" She said with a hint of disdain, "This is Cail Keona. I suppose we shouldn't be surprised..." She said as she pressed closer to Cail's left side, who barely moved in response. A little sneer in her voice carried the words over the music as Cail finally raised his head.

"Now now, Cata, not everyone is as well connected enough to see me fight." He turned his head so he was facing Maria, leaning a bit to one side, as he finally addressed her directly. "The name's Cail Keona." His voice was smooth, easy, comfortable to listen to, but there was just a hint of artifice to it, as if he was putting on an affectation. It had been there before, the entire night, in fact, he had been talking like this. It was always better to keep new people on friendly terms. You never knew when you needed a body to push into the line of fire.

"What brings you here tonight, Maria..." His question stopped halfway through as the other approached. This was much more of a sith than the first. She exuded the air of importance, of control, but that wasn't going to intimidate him. So he allowed himself to lazily roll back and his head to fall back against the booth.

"Afraid you're a bit mistaken there, my fight's all done for the night, I'm surprised you missed it." He yawned before sitting upright, more alert. "Either way, you're welcome to join me for a drink." Cail looked to the Mirialan on his left, and the human man lounging against him on his right, then smiled at each. "Well would you mind getting me and our new friends here a bottle?" He said, a bit more sharply now, and the pair clambered out of the booth leaving room for the others to join in among the still rather full booth.
@Maria Sloviaena @Kerowyn Tempest

 

[Maria Sloviaena]

Maria said “Oh I’m not asking to fight you I don’t want to fight you I just want to get to know you.” She then quickly decided to move over to the bright red booth that Cail was sitting in. She looked over that woman and though to herself “I thought I was crazy but she brought armor to a nightclub.” She then poured herself a glass of wine and offered him some.
@Kerowyn Tempest @Cail Keona

 

[Darth Victress]

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Dromund Kaas

It had been a while since the former acolyte visited this city though after her ascension to Crusader, she found herself frequently making more trips. This was largely due to the greater political influence this stratosphere held as well as all the Darths and Sith Lords which ushered orders down the chain of command. It would become a beacon for launching her numerous missions, as she found herself considerably more busy than before. The Docking bay club was one such establishment she preferred; she was seated comfortably in leather loungers in the middle of the large central room, VIP table. Joining her were her preferred agents: Arnen as well as Cher, the Reptilian Imperial Agent. Several bottles of high end liquor decorated the table while the Sorceress herself entertained her thirst with a glass of red wine.

Her attire was more formal than prior, but still maintained the ebony affinity she preferred. Cloaked hood fully lowered to reveal her facial visage and crimson locks; Green eyes slowly moved towards the side, where she momentarily cast her gaze upon Kerowyn Tempest.

"Drink up Arnen, unless that jaw is giving you troubles..What do you think Cher, shall we decide if this new group can assist in our affairs?" She stated, chuckling as she turned back to the man and Reptilian seated across from her. As Cail and the others continued their banter, one of the club's waitstaff approached and placed three shot glasses of flavored vodka energized with blackroot essence in front of them. Clearing his throat he spoke to the three of them. "Evening, Crusader Lady Marris would like your presence at her table.." @Srota @Autumn's Firefly @Maria

@Gian Greydragon @Nommie

 

[Nymeria (TL8)]

The invitation was cut short as a half naked figure suddenly came flying from above and landed with a loud crash on the table, shattering glasses under him and splattering everyone around the booth with a variety of drinks. He looked like one of the fighters, and from his state it seemed evident he had recently been involved in a fight.

"Apologies." A light haired woman said as she walked over to the table, hand held out in front of her as she maintained a powerful telekinetic grip on the man with the Force. A low, subtle, anger radiated from her through the Force, though he face betrayed none of it as she walked up to the booth and raised the man off of the table and brought him floating to face her, where he towered over her by almost two feet. "Next time you throw a fight the consequences will be worse." With that she tossed him to the side with a nonchalant flick of her hand, turning to the crowd around the booth with a smile on her lips as if nothing had happened.

"Forgive me for that inconvenience. These fights are the subject of some pretty significant wagers, and ever so often some fools think they are smart enough to try and use that to make something on the side. Fools, most of them." Which was when she noticed the man sitting in the booth, recognizing him from an earlier fight. "Unlike you. Mr Keona, if memory serves me right? A wonderful fight."

That was when she noticed the server still standing there, his drinks shattered all round them, standing there staring in horror at all of them. "What are you starting at? Go get everyone another round, and none of that cheap stuff, get your best from the back."

 

[Maria Sloviaena]

Maria approaches the table and greets her “Greetings Lady marris, I’m Maria slovaenia. You remember me right? You sponsored my fight with an Ewok...I got this scar?” She says as she points to the scar and the she looks at the lady who smashed all the glasses including her win and said to her “well i don’t care if you ordered more. You’re in f***ing trouble now, you smashed my f***ing bottle of wine.” She then pulled out her durasteel mask and swung at the lady.
@Nymeria @Arianna Marris @Cail Keona @Kerowyn Tempest

 

[Cher No Gorgon]

It has been a long while since Cher had visited the city. She had never been in this place, but the Raptor remembers the city very well. As usual people were afraid of approaching her, that hasn't changed one bit.

So it was rather amusing to watch people turn away from their drinks as the Tiss stalked into the place. One man even snapped his stick he was using for some table top game. It was not until the Raptor took a seat across from Arianna that everyone went back to their drinks. Cher could not say no when the sorceress invited the reptilian to join her, she has grown to rather like Arianna. She was kind but with a snap of a finger deadly.

Now here she is sitting with Arianna and her other companion Arnen. The Tiss looked at the group Arianna was talking about. The reptilian hissed quietly as she twirled a single claw in her drink, "Hmmmss. If you thinkss they will be of ssome assisstance then I don't ssee why not letting them join in on the fun." She replied after some thought. Her red eyes settled on the Sith, "Perhapss we sshould do a tesst run firsst?" She suggested.

@Faded Truth

 

[Kerowyn Tempest]

The smile never left her lips as the comment came across concerning her armor. "Some of us look good no matter what we wear. Others..." She had absolutely no idea who this woman was, but obviously being prepared wasn't her mandate. As for the fighter (a decent one at worst) who sat in a crowded area, proclaiming his fight was over, she simply nodded in acceptance. What a pity, she could've enjoyed a simple bout of skill. Not one that would exactly test her skills, but it would have been fun regardless. She was being unnecessarily antagonistic right now, but for some reason, she was in that sort of mood.

She stopped herself when a simple man proclaimed that a Crusader had requested her presence. She supposed she was supposed to be impressed or honored, but truthfully she didn't enjoy being summoned by anyone. Kerowyn wasn't some Ur-Spirit to conjure at the slightest of whims. But she conceded and rose, joining this Arianna Marris. To her surprise, a woman with pale white hair came walking... shortly after a shirtless man crashed into the table Kero had attempted to join. In a flurry of motion, she managed to avoid the collateral damage of every drink being knocked over. Again, resisting the urge to randomly lash out at the fool for being so careless. Until, of course, he was thrown aside. This woman had gained a deal of respect from the young Vahla already.

Somebody who was more than talk. "So you're some sort of fighting prodigy then? No wonder so many people know who you are, Cai... Cain? Cail? Cail." Following the comment, she turned to the woman who had so dramatically thrown people around with a slight smile. "Most of all of them. Apparently, he's the only exception. So which one of you called me over..." Her finger outstretched slightly, knowing it wasn't one of the two she had already been with. Dress comment lady and scrapper guy. She finally locked eyes with the redhead across the table, her own purple iris' flashing, her smile dimming slightly. "I assume it's you, then. Hello. How can I help you?"

@Srota @Maria @Wit @Nommie @Faded Truth

 

[Arnen Elgernoth]

Arnen looked at Arianna with a modicum of contempt at the comment about the jaw. It was not a laughing matter... mostly because he couldn't laugh. "Funny," he simply replied. Arnen's particular model cybernetic jaw allowed him to drink, and even opened to allow him to eat solid food; a far cry from the norm of cybernetics, although it was noticeably mechanical in it's motions, and did not simulate human lips, he was able to drink through a regular straw, which he had, and already ordered a strong gin cocktail, and a beer.

"Lipless wonder, over there..." he heard from the bar, from some trollop civilian, notably pointing out Arnen.

Arnen promptly stood, "Excuse me, fugly?! Say something else you'll regret, and I'll make sure the only way you eat moving forward is through a Force-damned straw!" he shouted, having manually turned up the volume on his vocabulator. The Dark Side swirled around him, as the temples of the male humanoid began to burn, ever so slightly. "Try me!" he added, before gathering his chair that he'd pushed over as he stood up in a huff. With the Force, he collected his chair and sat back down.

Needless to say, this new cybernetic jaw was not something to joke about.

 

[Maria Sloviaena]

@Kerowyn Tempest ”Excuse me what you doing preparing for war you wearing fucking armor to a nightclub...Show your face you coward” She says loudly to the snarky woman in armor. She then chuckled a bit at her own joke.

 

[Cail Keona]

Well this was getting interesting. Just as he was relaxing once more, his head lolling back on the top of the booth's back, everything seemed to come exploding... And wasn't that a giant lizard? He was pretty sure he hadn't been hit that hard, but he had been wrong before. Oh well, best to just roll with it. He was about to respond to the woman across from him and correct her on his name when the world seemed to shatter and a pale, barely dressed man landed on his table. He hadn't had this crazy of a night... well... since... he couldn't remember, but it had been about a week prior. Sith Crusaders, recognition, random people joining his table. It certainly meant this night was going to be interesting. Slowly, he sat forward, his eyes gazing about, he stood up, as if he was about to say something, and adjusted his jacket before sitting right back down.

"Yes, ladies, I am indeed Cail Keona." He said, letting his eyes drift to the point of almost complete closure. "The pleasure, though, is mine. It is nice to meet some who can fight rather than just pretend" That lazy gaze of his gazed over at Maria as she lashed out with a mask? "Seriously? Who uses a mask..." He said mostly to himself, the words barely audible to those around him given the chaos. He moved suddenly, with the grace of a fighter, his body suddenly upright. He was behind Nymeria, his arm outstretched, the mask in his hand. He smiled, looking at the pale woman in front of him with a soft, playful smile. "Well, I think someone is jealous..." He whispered to Nymeria, before relaxing once more, his shoulders slouching.

He moved slowly now, easily, as if the expenditure had been nothing, a brief use of pure force, but it had taken more out of him than he would like to let on. His skill in the force was not at the level of the others here, but he was naturally talented in a fight, and used to making such quick bursts of speed count. But he didn't let it show, at least not until he approached Maria, and with a bit of disdain in his voice well after she had thrown a punch at midair, he reached out with the mask, pushing it hard into her gut, not maliciously, but with enough force to convey his point. "These masks make about as good of a weapon as they do protection." And with that, he walked on past, making his way to the crusader's table, where he flopped into a seat a bit heavier than he had planned.

"Crusader Marris, I do not believe I have had the pleasure of your acquaintance before. I am Cail Keona." He looked over at Kerowyn, and said with a soft smile "Nor have I had the pleasure of your acquaintance either, miss..."
@Maria Sloviaena @Nymeria @Arnen Elgernoth @Cher No Gorgon @Kerowyn Tempest @Arianna Marris

 

[Nymeria (TL8)]

Having ignore the red headed woman till then, the mention of a Crusader had drawn her attention towards the table everyone slowly began drifting towards. That was when the woman began screaming and attempted to attack her in the midst of her tantrum. The Force was already in Nymeria's grasp, ready to react, when the fighter stepped in and caught the mask. While he dealt with her and her mask, Nymeria picked up the bottle of wine the woman was getting so worked up over and began walking towards the Crusader while reading the label.

As Cail slammed the mask into it's owner's gut, Nyemria reached out with the Force and hit her in the throat with a small but powerful telekinetic punch. Not strong enough to crush her throat, but enough to leave her gasping for breath and most probably send her to her knees. It was subtle enough that to the naked eye it would seem like Cail's attack her knocked her out, but for those with enough control to sense what she had done the truth would be obvious. If the woman went down and there was no threat of a counter from anywhere, Nyemaria would once more begin walking towards the Crusader's table, dropping the wine bottle's label besides the breathless woman as she walked past her. "It wasn't even good wine."

Reaching the table where the Crusader was seated, she smiled at the woman and while she introduced herself, took measure of the Crusader. "Crusader Marris, Nymeria. An honor to make your acquaintance." She still held onto the Force, her senses alert in case the woman chose to throw another tantrum, or had friends who wanted to intervene on her behalf. If there was one thing Nyemria had learned during her time as a Sith, it was to be prepared. Always.

 

[Darth Victress]

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Arianna reached out with her hand and delicately grabbed onto Arnen's wrist as he stood up in anger towards the bartender, "Not here darling.." She whispered quietly, releasing her grip as he sat back down at her side. Green eyes shifted towards Maria, nodding in acknowledgment. "Yes Ms. Sloviaena, I remember that fight, you performed well. Think of your scar as a medal, wear it proudly. It is what separates us from those false Imperial weaklings." She chuckled before her attention got diverted again by the crashing male through the table and the several verbal exchanges/outbursts that soon followed between the acolytes. Arianna smirked at Cher's comment, nodding in fact that they may even see a trial run here.

As the others gravitated towards her table, she had the waitstaff fill enough glasses of assortment liquors, a variety between wines and vodka, she was certain her guests would find something they preferred. The crusader appeared relaxed, back leaning into the leather lounger as she twirled the crimson stained wine in its glass before looking at those that addressed her. "Greetings Cail Keona and Nymeria, the pleasure is mine. Join us for a drink. Have you met my associates? They may accompany you in the field at some point. This is Arnen Elgernoth and Imperial Agent Cher No Gorgon." The last of introductions was towards the more reserved acolyte, Arianna casting a glance towards Kerowyn as the young woman approached her table. The crusader didn't really address what she wanted with the girl, but confidently acknowledged her presence and greeted her accordingly. "Welcome acolyte, have you had a chance to meet your fellow Sith? Some of them may be at your side as your venture this galaxy, enforcing our Rule of the Strong." She smirked, a sinister and carnal promise evident on her features. Arianna knew what being a good crusader entailed, and the word of a Vahla acolyte who gave into her anger had quickly spread through overseers and into her ears.

@Gian Greydragon @Nommie @Autumn's Firefly @Wit @Maria @Srota

 

[Cher No Gorgon]

Cher was rather amused with how activity in the place went from calm to crazy then back to somewhat calm in a blink of an eye. Well it only went calm after Cail put his foot down so to speak. The Raptor liked him. She is not too sure about the others that Arianna invited to join them at the table.

The Tiss nodded her head silently as Arianna introduced her to those that joined the crusador, the hot head and the reptile at the table. Well hopefully things will start to get interesting or unfortunately the place will be deemed boring in Cher's books.

The black as night raptor removed her claw from her drink as she took a sip of the beverage. She didn't remember what it was that Arianna ordered for her. Not that she cared since all the drinks present at the table have some level of alcohol in them.

 

[Kerowyn Tempest]

Kerowyn turned to the redheaded Sith girl, Maria, with a look on her face that could only be contrived as amusement. Raising her hands slowly, she removed her mask to reveal sparkling lavender eyes, her brown hair, and the very same smirk that had covered it earlier. "It's called being prepared. You'll learn it eventually." She turned back over to Nymeria for a moment as a similar mask went flying across the room, and Cail caught it before it struck it's intended target. This caused a faint look of concern to cross her face, before she rolled her eyes.

She didn't feel like getting involved at the second, it seemed Cail had the situation in hand. Striking Maria in the chest with enough force to send her to the ground, perhaps. But there was something else at play to that blow, the windup had simply not been enough to cause so much damage. That was... interesting. Not interesting enough to investigate, but it did elicit a smile. A genuine one, for once. Taking another swig of her drink, she placed the alcohol down on the table and found herself a seat.

She nodded to each in turn as they were introduced, replying in kind. She gently sat on the chair provided, crossing her legs left over right, turning to the man who went to rise with a small nod. He was right to engage after such an insult. And then, of course, there was the lizard. A member of the Tiss'shar race, if anything she remembered form her studies was correct.

Arianna's reply was rather vague and completely avoided the question. Maybe it was in the nature of all Sith Crusaders to be incredibly shifty in all things, who was Kerowyn to know. But somehow she deduced there was another reason she'd been called here, some use that was yet unrevealed to her, and she would wait with thin patience to find the answer. "My name. It's Kerowyn Tempest, though most people prefer the shortened version of Kero. I tend to keep to myself most times, the company of others eludes me... until tonight."

@Srota @Maria @Wit @Nommie @Faded Truth

 

[Maria Sloviaena]

Maria knocked down got up and snapped her fingers and using the force the glasses of @Kerowyn Tempest and @Nymeria she then coughed a bit as she pulled up a chair and said “What a great way to meet...The pleasure is mine” in sarcastic tone. She apologised to the rest for seeing that and sincerly said “Unless you want to fight me...I think it’s better that I keep my fists down.”

@Kerowyn Tempest @Cher No Gorgon @Cail Keona @Nymeria @Arianna Marris