Open Coruscant The Krayt Den

[The Krayt Twins]

Level 1313 was not the sort of place one went to with honest intentions. However, the 'Krayt Den', a gambling room and bar on the outskirts of the infamous level, was doing its utmost to attract a more nuanced clientele, the sorts who only came down from their Skytop towers when the company was good and the drinks even better.

As the proprietors of this particular establishment purchased a few years back with their considerable share of cage-fighting earnings, Han and Dan Krayt, the twin brothers who had lent their name to the venue, sat at the bar - as if holding court.

Located to the left-hand side as a patron entered the venue, the bar gave a commanding view over the gambling tables, which sat in the centre of the room. 'The Pit', the name given to the collection of betting tables, was two steps lower than the rest of the room to better enable the twins to spot anyone trying to cheat the house. A performance stage could be seen in front of the pit, where a sizeable bombastic singer was rattling out some Corellian classics.

"No way he's playing honest." Dan scowled down at one of the tables, where a Rodian was hauling over a small mound of credits for the fifth time that evening. "He could just be lucky, Dan." his brother replied, lighting a stim and offering one to his irate sibling.

"He's cheating. I ain't never seen a Rodian pull five pots in a row. So ain't possible," Dan replied, puffing out a balloon of smoke and drumming his fingers on the bar top with annoyance.

Han rolled his eyes. His brother always had a paranoid streak, and the drugs didn't help. "Alright mate, we'll sort it out -" he placed his hand on his brothers shoulder as Dan went to stand "- later, we don't want to make a scene in front of our guests now, do we?" he asserted, removing his hand quickly.

Standing up, he gestured for Dan to do the same, and the pair of them began to make their latest circuit of the bar, to see who had popped in.

OOC - Floor plan. Open to all.

 

[Morgrim Ohmin-Din]

Morgrim hated the collar around his neck. It was what gave him the status of 'Slave'. Currently, he served only one purpose; to be a shield for his current owner. How despicable. The Rodian was lucky he was at least somewhat decent to Morgrim, but the Orcolan-Tiefling hybrid wanted to see his blood spilled across the table he played cards on all the same. However, the Matukai kept these thoughts to himself, as there was no point to anger his master. It was all futile.

The Rodian, Zsuuk Rowl, was a dishonest player as well. If only Dan had pressed the matter further, he would find that Zsuuk had literal cards up his sleeve. But, Morgrim remained silent. The amount of volts that could go through the collar had frightened Morgrim. Though the Matukai's spirits were still prevalent, the Rodian master need not know.

"I am parched." He would mutter to the Rodian who waved him off, allowing him to get himself a drink. But, he had no intention of that. Instead, the monstrous humanoid made his way to the twins. "Greetings, Hosts of the Den." He said to them without looking them in the eyes. Zsuuk was keeping a close eye on him. "Check thine guest's sleeve." Morgrim knew that what he was doing was crazy, but he was desperate. Five years he had been a slave. Five years he was forced to take lives that needed not to be taken. The hybrid was finished with such a putrid and demeaning lifestyle.

I will not lay these foolish ambitions to rest...

@Nor'baal

 

[Covax]

Level 1313 was indeed not a place for honest intentions. Rather, it was the seat of power for the Crymorah families in the core. It was home, to Covax.

The syndicate Vanguard had been away. Been distracted by the loss of friends, and the struggles for power. Now however ? Well, now he needed a drink. So, with his bodyguard shadowing him. Covax entered the cantina, wearing his usual black on black suit, concealing his holdout pistol and his blade.

The syndicate boss strode across the open floor plan of the tiny cantina, taking a seat the the furthest north table just left of the stage. Giving him a commanding view of the bar, the door, and the stage itself. Then ordered his usual drink.

@Nor'baal