Taking Shots 2: Electric Boogaloo

[Darth Perilius]

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Rules:
*Open for Everyone!
* Capture Disabled
* Death Disabled (fistfights and the like are allowed)
* Do whatever romance, drinking, etc you want

Above Coruscant, Mastadon Megaship

Markov was standing in the dining room of the ship eager for the night ahead of him. He rented the ship for a party he hosted in order to mingle with some of the ship, as well as to increase his popularity and influence amongst the Sith possibly. Earlier he made final preparations across the ship to make sure everything was in working order, and he placed some of his bodyguards to be extra security or bouncers for the party.

Donned on Markov was more formal wear and less armor than he’d typically wear in public. The Sith holstered his lightsabers and a communication device on his belt in case things would possibly become out of hand or a intruder invaded the ship.

The main bar and dining room of the ship was set of the most popular and tasteful drinks that the ship could get their hands on, and he promised in his holonet notice that drinks and snacks were on the house. The hangers of the ship were ready to park and guard the guests ships when they would arrive, droids to guide them to the main dining room.


Markov sighed as he stood in the nearly empty dining room in anticipation. The night was upon him.

 

[Mid Samekh]

When he first saw the name of the ship he swore he was on a spice trip. But then again, is 'Electric Boogaloo' really that ridiculous for a Hutt ship? Considering the disturbing dialect and other odd things related to them, it was quite mild to say the least.

Mid walked through the large hangar from his ship and entered the enormous ship's hallways. He tied a jacket button of his suit before continuing on. His pistols and other weapons might be missing, but his lightsabers were close by as always. He ran a hand over his sleek black hair, making sure he looked presentable. Well, as presentable as a Pureblood could look in a suit. He hated it. But it seemed that if one wanted to get anywhere in the galaxy they had to wear a suit to do so. Quite an irritable experience for the newly appointed Sith Lord. This was probably his first appearance in public since his promotion.

It was a bit of a walk through the enormous ship, but finally the Pureblood reached the main hall. Things were still very quiet but one man he immediately recognized. He walked over to the Crusader, his golden eyes studying him. "Markov. Haven't seen you in a very long time. Where have you been?" he asked with a slight smile, holding a hand out for the man to shake.

 

[Xzaien]

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Xzaien wasn't much for partying. But it would seem the frugal darksider did infact enjoy expensive cocktails served at a very modest price. That wasn't anything she were to pass up and was far too good to be true. Nevertheless, as Xzaien sat aboard her transport ship with the lot of her followers did she read over the invitation. Specifically the free booze aspect of it. She was no savage Coruscanti Under World worker who would order a few cheapie beers. No no- She was going to order the most extravagant and perhaps see fit to find some more connections.

She stood, turning toward her vaunted deck officer. She spoke in but a whisper, a smile on her face.

"Set a course for Coruscant at these Co-ordinates. It would seem that I am quite eager for some RnR with my followers."​

Not a word was spoken by the Deck Officer as he had his directives in mind and saught to use them. He turned, making way toward the Ship's bridge where presumably. The controls were. Nevertheless, the trip into hyperspace was but a few moments as the large cargo freighter hurtled through real space. Soon, the blue waves of hyperspace surrounded the troop transport in a odd circular fashion. Adding to it, that this ship was clearly overloaded with passengers and soldiers.

It would be only a few hours until the ship arrived at its current destination. Dropping outside of hyperspace above the Sith World of Coruscant, birthplace of Andraste's Empire. Soon, the ship came to be within the scopes of the Mastadon Megaship orbiting nearby, its ebony black hull contrasting against Coruscant's Reddish Blue skies. The Troop Transport would edge closer and closer to the Megaship. Eventually coming to dock into its port side. Xzaien had awoken, now it was her time to address the troopers accompanying her.

A lot of approximately thirty men stood standing by, many of them not dressed in the standardized bright white combat kit famous for their organization but instead opted for a far less covering and far more mobile variant of body armor which concealed their upper torsos and arms with a full visor helmet in-place of the far more used opened jaw helmet. At their head stood their commander. Wearing a non-standard variant of body armor typically associated with Mandalorians, yet incorporating curves and a full helmet. Otherwise, it was functionally featureless compared to the black armor the rank-and-file wore. Xzaien stood at their head, speaking so that all may hear.

"Dear friends, it would seem that I am rewarding your honored and loyal service. Today, we are to be practicing the tactic of RNR this planet round. So do- have fun and enjoy yourselves today and be on your best behavior. I have reason to believe that there are going to be a plethora of force users. So- therefor do not fire upon them unless explicitly told to by me or your commanding officer. Now- Let us go."
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The men turned toward Xzaien as she took her place at the head of the thirty man column. Directly next to the Commanding Officer who stood to her right. The ramp itself slowly dropped, presenting the deck crew with a full combat crew of thirty armored goons. Ready to kill. At least one of the deck officers contemplated raising the alarm but that would only cause his immediate and painful death. Xzaien pranced ahead of her followers, coming to stand face-to-face with the Deck Officer.

"Salutations Dear Friend, It would seem that I am here to answer a call. An invitation if you will sent to me personally by a certain... Mr Alataus. I am sure you know him."​

The Deck Officer nodded, mumbling his confirmations to his superiors. He and his men turned, guiding Xzaien toward where the party was going to be started. Now, Xziaen had arrived grotesquely early, fifteen-minutes-to-fifteen minutes early. So far, there were only two men present. A Sith whom she recognized, Clearly is was Mid, and the man standing next to him. Blatantly unknown and the clear thrower of this party.

Xzaien viewed the man himself as presently handsome. Not ugly and tentacle faces as a typical Sith, but far more human. Perhaps even Cathar like in appearance. Which tickled her greatly.

"Xzaien's Commander"​

Now if Mid or Alataus turned to look at the door, they would see Xzaien. Dressed comfortably in her typical blood red robes concealing everything on her person from view with her head exposed and blond hair wrapped neatly into a bun. She wore no makeup, clearly her natural Cathar dark spots did that for her, and ontop of that. Her eyes were no longer a typical blood orange as before, but now blazed a bright red. Somewhat enticing and notable. However, what was far more notable was Xzaien's right hand man. A white armored man whom wore unfamiliar markings on his armor, face concealed with a Plastoid Helmet. What revealed itself, presently was a sudden fanning out of thirty black armored goons which took up strategically strong positions in the party. Was this an ambush? Perhaps, but their rifles were slung over their shoulders with some taking off their helmets and making their way to the karaoke stand or the bar. What was noted, was that all of them were male and seemed to look identical. Strange...

"Xzaien's Following"
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Xzaien turned, toward Mid and the unfamiliar human. She smiled all her best as she approached slowly, the Commander attached to her hip like a loving puppy dog. She approached Aletaus, and waited for mid to stop talking before she introduced herself. Once he had, she began speaking.

"Salutations, I assume Mr. Aletaus. I am deeply appreciative of the invitation here. Perhaps gentle conversation shall rule the day here? Ah, Mr. Mid good to see you again. It would seem fate has us to meet again, has it not?" ​

She spoke with a typical Outer Rim accent. She had no qualms about showing off her speaking and annunciation skills in-front of two Sith. Oh yes, she could see it a mile away with thise orange eyes and somewhat overbearing posture. She awaited a response.

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Kalanda had shoved herself into the dress that Mid had advised her to wear, after all she didn't want to displease her master, though frankly she found it rather cumbersome, but it was his party after all; or was it someone elses? She couldn't remember. Honestly she didn't care, parties like this sucked; which was why her lightsaber was still with her, you know, for party tricks. Taking the small red fans that she was given -what the hell did Mid think this was? A horse derby?- she made her way out into the party scene. She hated parties, always too many people, not enough ego to go around; it was a disaster waiting to happen, especially for Sith. But, she was asked to come to this, so last thing she wanted to do was make a bad impression. When she did arrive, she came across quite a scene. At first she thought the empresses was present, but found no sight or hint of the woman, then she realized the guard's attire was all wrong. Odd. She spotted her master speaking with Markov and some sort cat looking thing; weird, she didn't think they let pets on board, but this one was wearing clothes. It took her a moment to realize she was staring at a Cathar, but no harm no foul; at least not yet.

Realizing what she was walking into, she put on her best fake smile, taking her master's side. "Master, Markov," She greeted, only nodding to the strange cat looking woman. "I don't know you're name, but your dress is certainly...remarkable." Kalanda stated, not finding anything more whelmed than 'remarkable' to say. "Is the Empress here by any chance? All these guards just seemed a tad extreme." She commented, fanning herself with the silly little fan she had been given, with the intent to deflect any case of resting bitch face that was being directed towards her; be it Markov, or the little cat thing. She was here for Mid and him alone, everyone else could jump out an airlock naked far as she cared.

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[Amur]

Amur thought that she earned herself a break from the normal wear of being a Sith. Fighting on Korriban, nearly dying on Mandalore, having to deal with the most insufferable Cathar on Yavin, and committing unspeakable acts on Vicondor. Some R&R with socializing and talking would be a nice change of pace. Truth be told she was yearning for another discussion like the one she experienced with that Jedi. So hearing a enterprising ambitious Sith with a case of chronic loneliness was throwing a party she decided to go join in on the fun.

She opted to stay in her robes noticing that almost every social she went to involving Sith always seemed like it was mere milliseconds away from sudden bloodshed. Her helmet had a small modification so she could drink with a straw a note she took from Mandalorians. She didn't have any overt weaponry. Just her sidearm which was holstered and concealed away as well as her lightsaber hanging from her side. She wasn't expecting a war just a pleasant evening.

The megaship was a sight to behold. A monument to Hutt depravity, excess and lack of taste. Just the perfect place to get lost in one's vices. If she were more irrational she take her time at the casinos and gambling floors letting the slugs bleed her of all her credits. Walking to the main dining room a flair of anticipation running up her spine. She was looking forward to this night. Who knows who might be there...

So the Sith was understandably surprised to see an entire company of troopers taking up all the space and ruining the decor with their garish armor. Who the kark could be here? The Empress, no she seemed like the type to not like attention. Her mind coursed through the possibilities finding it could only consider one person she knew who might be behind this... The last person she wanted to meet again. Surely enough tracing her eyes she found a midget cathar chatting with the others of the party. Oh for [REDACTED] sake!

She didn't like this person, infact truth be told there was just a certain something about every little thing from the way she carried herself, her talking, the mannerisms. Amur wasn't a Sith of much hate and when she did hate it was for rational, justifiable reasons. This Cathar though the Sith just hated. Still she walked up to the group vowing that she would resist every urge to shove that wench out of an airlock. There were people she actually would like to talk to here afterall. Just focus on Kalanda, Mid and Markov.

"Hello, why I have to say you all look fabulous. I apologize that my attire is rather disappointing by comparison. Mid, Kalanda nice to see you're still kicking. Amur raised her hand to shake them, not realizing that she had slipped into the facade of the socialite already without trying. Though she wasn't lying Mid, Markov and Kalanda looked great. She could already feel her gaze drift about to examine the various eye candy that presented itself to her.

"I take it you're Markov. I'm Amur it's a pleasure to meet you." Pleasantries were always the worst part of the conversation but society demanded them to appear 'cordial'. Still that would hopefully fade away after a few drinks. She had to admit he was well kept, except for the hair. Though with some brushing and cutting it could probably be worked into something more presentable. The scar on his cheek was adorable though maybe that was because of how hilariously it was compared to her scars. How did this man not get a woman or man already?

Though she was straining every fiber in being to not just slap the Cathar and kick her out as her mind was working tirelessly to ignore her presence. Still she was impossible to not address especially with the soldiers. She turned to the Cathar and then walked closer from the acceptable comfortable bubble she tried to accommodate for everyone to literally looking down on her. She wanted Xzaien and everyone else to know she saw the Cathar as below her.

"Xzaien... dearie, I have to address the Rancor in the room. Why did you bring a full attachment of fully armed soldiers to a party? It's not very polite of you to do this. Do you want to scare off everybody or something? I would appreciate it if your men withdraw or at least take off the armor and stow their weapons." Maybe she would get into a fist fight saying that but she didn't care.

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[Edvar Hallo]

Edvar had come far on his journey, and if he was to complete his role as the Emissary of Yag'Dhul to the galactic core, Coruscant was certainly the place to begin. The beating heart of the galaxy, and birth place of humanity, if rumors were true. It was once the heart of an ancient Republic, washed away five centuries ago by a Sith Empire. He thought to himself he'd likely prefer working with them as opposed to the new order of things. Regardless he'd made it to the capitol of galaxy, so that was certainly something. An Imperial contact he made early upon crossing into their space had gotten him an invitation to this party. What better way to introduce himself to the powers than be.

Upon laying eyes on the Electric Boogaloo the Red Mist seemed quite inadequate but he at least made it into the hangar, landing alongside a far larger freighter. He took a few minutes to prepare before exiting the small Mynoc Class that served as the diplomats transportation and home. He shed the facial coverings that protected him from vacuums, but certainly looked intimidating. He then donned the long earthen green robes that served as the symbol of the Body Calculus's authority being vested upon the young explorer, but he had quickly learned the Sith had robes to, so the show factor certainly had less of an effect, regardless it made concealing his vibrodagger and pistol easier, and he was certain these folk were above patting down their guests. he slid his fingers along his sister's chaplet a final time and with a sigh, and lowered the ramp off of his ship.

Upon stepping out he was taken aback and almost tripped over MR4-B, his protocol droid. Leave it to this so called Sith Empire to have more troopers than guests at a party. Maybe the droid needed to be installed with a flamethrower to amount him some level of respect, or at the very least a nice red and black paint job. At least robes seemed to be in. He sighed and approached the circle that appeared to be the center of attention, intent on introducing himself. A diverse lot species wise, but at least well dressed. The eye of the vac storm is usually the safest place to be, but logic from home seemed to have little value here. He tried his hardest to move in a human manner and hide his natural shambling walk at least for first impressions.

He seemed to arrive just as a helmeted woman voiced a complaint about the soldiers. Bad timing, but idle listening was worse. With a gulp he made a slight bow to the circle, and began his standard greeting to dignitaries:

"Greetings, it would appear you are the host and company, and noble Sith Warriors by your appearance. Your just rule and honorable combat proceeds you. My name is Edvar Hallo, Emissary of Yag'Dhul, appointed by the Prime and August Grand Logician of the Body Calculus. I come from that world in what your company would consider Wild Space, though I desire to make my kind as known to you as you to us. I was educated by a native of this grand planet, Coruscant, and I am as impressed by its appearance as I was wowed by stories of its grandeur. And this Electric Boogaloo I knew not that men could build such a grand tower in space. I would be keen to speak of yourselves, and the history of your empire and most August order tonight if you have the time, and I am just as willing to speak of the worlds and wonders of "Wild Space" if you deem it of import."

With that he bowed again, more deeply and with a bit of hand flourish, and took two strides back, hoping that his greeting had diffused the situation long enough to give him time to draw or seek cover if things got violent. At least 4-B was right beside him if he had just committed some grave faux pas to a group of mystical and emotionally unstable warriors.

 

[Darth Perilius]

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The Sith Lord watched as diverse groups of people, mainly Sith however, filed into the room. One of them in particular brought their personal guards with them as they greeted Darth Perilius. Giving a nod to the head, he greeted with a,"Welcome to the gathering... There's drinks on the house over there if you want..."

More appeared throughout the next few minutes, but the one that struck him early was the appearence of Darth Kados making his appearance at the party. The pureblood came with a calm and friendly mood as he shook his hand, curious about the Lord's recent adventures. "Well I went into the Unknown Regions on the behalf of Victress in order to explore and live in a concentration of Dark Side. It was a successful trip, with me coming out as far more tied with the Force than previously, and with the ability of extended meditation..." he summarized, giving a slight smile as he stood beside his fellow Sith Lord.

The familiar Kalanda entered the room in quick succession with another female Sith. She greeted with a respectable Master, which he was a little surprised about. "Welcome, Kalanda..." he said simply before the other female approached him, taking curiosity over the Sith Lord. She introduced herself under the name Amur. "Welcome Amur. I'm appreciative of you coming all the way down here to have a drink.. Nice to meet you." the Lord said with a pleasant expression. The two had a few things in common: Sophistication and Display in public was the most obvious to see. She had the appearance of attempting at retaining sophistication and presenting herself as such. This would probably fade after a few drinks.

Finally, an Emissary made his entrance to join the party as he gave a brief sense of clumsiness with his droid. As he met with Perilius, he shook his hand as he listened to his anecdote about himself. "Make yourself at home, Edvar. It's quite nice seeing some faces that are generally not from this area around here..." he said.

After he seemed to see all the guests finish arriving, a droid appeared beside him with a cart of multiple drinks and flavors directly from the bar. "What would you like to drink, my Lord, and his friends?" the droid inquired. Attempting to choose a drink he usually wouldn't pick he chose to have a Cyclonic Highball. The droid served it to him as he turned to the comrades around Perilius.

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