The Rager

[Metropolis]

Outside a hushed driving heavy beat thumped against the spaceport's thick perimeter walls. Guards at each entrance to the venue. Metro had picked a mix of locals, pros, and old contacts. Harsh light made those trying to get in clear against the night. It let the guards pick who got in free, who paid, and who did not get in at all. It also made weapon checks easier. But if one was clever though there could be other ways in. Once inside music was anything but hushed and what few lights flashed over the crowd were quickly absorbed. An illegal midnight party. Billed to continue until those who had entered had been consumed. Spent of their energy body and soul. It was the kind of party only a few places in the galaxy could be host to. This moon was one.

The main dance floor was already near capacity. Off to one side was the port's old cafeteria. Scrawled on the door Metro had scrawled the words 'VIP' and 'Entrance' only one of which was accurate. It was more of an overflow. Inside you could actually hear and be heard. Old and battered, bolted to the floor tables had managed to survive years of misuse. Small groups huddled here and there. They ran the gamut. Some local gang members throwing a bit of dice. Other more off world types wanting to experience the grimier side of the hyperlanes. He needed to make the impression that he could bring business to the area, so he had made sure to advertise in a variety of holonets as he traveled on business, with pre-tickets sold to offset the costs of the venture.

There was one group in particular that had made it into the old kitchens. If there was a real VIP this was it. There a gang boss, a barabel that always wore goggles, and some other high rollers were playing a strange game of pazaak that involved drinking instead of simple credit betting. The food and drink being sold at the party had all managed to end up piled next to the group. Metropolis himself would need to make a visit to the group. But for now he was banking on a late entrance. Not at all fashionable. In fact he was already at the party, looking out over the crowd from an old office area, raised above the dance floor. It was darker up there, but open, and it let him and a couple of gang members look over the party. Watching for any trouble makers. Despite precautions this was still a dangerous area. Metropolis did not know Grunagabol nearly as well as the other two did, but he did know the look of trouble.

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[Nah]

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N'ah - Kushiban Support
Grunagabol exterior -> main floor -> table.
The lengths you go to for that sick interview.

Thank the stars he had that business chip. The amount of real pieces of bantha dung here that he was sure would be more than happy to steal his tools and medical supplies was near the 100% range he wagered. Probably just to eat them, both kinds, or something like that. He was sure some of them would have been happy to just kill him and skin him before. Many a time the small Kushiban had been told that he would make a great pair of mittens for a Noble.

And the youth guards, that helped too.

The pains of being easy to grab and fluffy. Its odd how things are on a scale the more you experience. A decade or maybe two ago N'ah would have hated nothing more than being picked up and hugged for being what he was. Now he was having to look out for clothing designers and people wishing to skin him. The nerve of some people right?

The youths having noticed him easily at the perimeter of this district and were currently walking him to the spaceport with the thumping tunes. At least the pale Human? Seemed to inform his other workers of his potential new hire-ees.

N'ah was still unsure about all this really. This seemed like another criminal group that he was going to get stuck into. Not like he wanted to go become a charity worker or anything but the last one had just treated him SO WELL that he was still mentally kicking himself for showing up for this one too. At least pattering along on all fours let him keep up with the youths.

And the thumping tunes were soon right next to him as he was walked right past the Bouncers and then a brief time at some kind of front desk. The stoppage time Letting N'ah grab some gauze squares out of his backpack and stick them in his large ears to lesson the almost painful level of bass he was already experiencing. At least the main desk lady seemed nice as she looked over the desk at him with her huge eyes. Giving him a nod and what the Kush assumed was some kind of welcome but he didn't hear it super good. Good. At least he wouldn't go deaf tonight.

Following the youths again he was soon led out onto a main dance floor and then giving a 'hold' signal with the palm facing him as the youths then headed back toward the main desk. Right then. Time to wait around until he was directed to go somewhere else. A pair of taill fluffy ears and a tail would start to wriggle through the crowd before ending up at a table in the corner. A passed out drunk Rodian currently half sprawled over it but a clamber and a hop later N'ah had sat himself down on the other side of it. Amazed he hadn't been stepped on. And here he decided he would wait and watch the main floor. Tail curling around his sat legs so there was less chance of that being grabbed tonight.

 

[Carthus Phoenix Kira]

Carthus had been his usual self when he arrived at the venue, walking up the small line that had formed outside he made a tactical selection of two women, one Twi'lek looking to show off her beauty and attire. The golden dress she wore offset her blue skin, which in turn complimented the more business attire that Carthus was wearing, mainly black with a slight red trim.

The next person he pulled from the crowd as a young Zeltron, someone was certainly in for a good night with her. Even with the almost wordless expressive glances, Carthus gave she found no problem holding onto her possible new patron for the night like a mynock to a generator.

With one lady in each arm, he approached the bouncer with an air of confidence to his stride, to no surprise the man already starting to open the door before even checking them for weapons. That was why he had chosen the Zeltron, their pheromones tended to have quite the effect if one wasn't careful, the mixture of that plus the beauty on his other arm, well sight and sense was sure to go well out the window. Who would pay much attention to a possible blade strapped under the jacket of the man?

He could feel the thud of the base from the music vibrating through his very core, he continued to keep the two girls close to him all the way into the club, until he was sure he was far enough inside then he threw both of his arms up, spinning around grabbing them and walking backward as he pulled them towards the dance floor.

All the while Carthus danced slightly, his laughter drowned out by the music and the people around him. He released his grip on the Twilek first, sliding deeper and deeper into the crowd dancing on the floor. Walking backward and still moving his body left and right in rhythm to the music before finally releasing the other girl's hand and sliding deeper into the crowd. With that, he turned around fully and strolled out through the crowd and out of the other side of the dance floor to the bar.

Finding a free spot at a bar counter he leaned in, waving a hand with a series of gestures and mouthing at the person who came to get his order. With the exchange of a few credits Carthus turned around placing his arms wide behind him on the counter, this would give him some breathing room at least at the bar and stop people crowding around him for the time being. His eyes started to scan the scene around him. My my what a wild night this was going to be he thought to himself, his eyes then wandered up to the higher levels noticing a possible vantage point.

With his drink having arrived he turned his body slightly to take it with his left hand, choosing to use that, for now, to keep his dominant hand free, his eyes scanned the lower levels with the rotation he made. He paused for a moment seeing a Kushiban sat at a table, now that was different.

With a chuckle to himself, he took a sip from the cup of Tevraki whiskey he had ordered.

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[Sylvie Corser]

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Sylvie excitedly stepped into the club with a mischievous smile on her face, readjusting the jacket around her shoulders. The music sent jolts of energy through her spine, and the mixed emotions flying about the place only served to improve her mood. A friend of a friend of a friend had told her about this place. The night was already looking up. She wandered into the masses, winking at a nearby man and making her way to the bar, waving at the bartender and ordering a lightly intoxicated drink to get her started. She would prefer to start off buzzed than totally hammered, after all. Who knows? Maybe someone wanted to have a couple shots with her and pass out. That'd be rather interesting and a change of pace.

She leaned her back against the counter and downed the cocktail that had been sent her way, wiping her mouth and slamming the cup down on the table, smile regrowing once more while the music intensified. Sylvie chuckled under her breath and grabbed a man wading into the crowd by the hand, flicking her hair out of her face and pulling close to the guy. Closer to the speakers, the music pounded along with her heartbeat. She had gotten little to no protest from her victim--then again, who would protest to a Zeltron dragging you somewhere? Not that it mattered. She might get scooped up by someone else not a minute after being with this guy, anyways.

"What, you just gonna stand there and gawk at me? Let's DANCE!"

 

[Metropolis]

Metropolis decided it was time to go down. It looked like everything was running smoothly. For now at least. He had the feeling at least one fist fight would break out tonight. Well, he'd be lucky if it was just fists. As he was leaving a runner came up and told him there was some sort of creature here to see him. Metropolis had to repeat who they were several times. When that came up empty he asked what do they look like several times. Eventually he understood it was small white furred animal with large ears. He smiled. Hairball had decided to come.

Metropolis had needed some datapads that each needed a simple modification. He wasn't sure if it was similar to droid work, but as long as the small sentient didn't sell the pads, he could throw other jobs his way. Skilled and honest help was hard to find on Nar Shaddaa, and he figured his small hands were probably nimble and good at that kind of stuff. The datapads were cheap so it worked out fine either way. But where had he left them? Metropolis bumbled about the darkness until his foot hit his case of work stuff. With a grunt of satisfaction he picked it up and headed down to meet his prospect.

Upon getting close to hairball he noticed the plugged ears. Discomfort seemed to radiate off him, and he didn't need to use the force to realize it. Metropolis motioned to follow him. He walked briskly to the VIP lounge and into a far corner before turning around and putting his case down.

"Hey. I'm Metropolis." He said and stuck a hand out to Nah's level, pausing for the other's name. "I'm Umbaran. We read minds." He tapped a finger to his head with his other hand. "Sort of." He added, as most people's conception of mind reading was not how it really worked. His eyes remained on N'ah, wondering what his own deal was.

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[Nah]

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N'ah - Kushiban Support
Grunagabol table -> VIP Room.
Woo buisness.

Scooting more over when the Rodian briefly looked up and reached for him N'ah continued to look displeased at where he was. Which was true for the most part but this was more common for him than not really. Most Hutt work ended up in Dives far worse than this for the team to get ready or for payment to be handed out. And due to his stature he couldn't really drink much. He preferred to get his high of sweets anyway. And so he was often sat in the corner while the rest of the team drank away their pay. Perhaps that was one of the reasons they abandoned him? But thankfully he was freed from these dark ruminations by the weird human(?) that had tossed him the buisness chip a few nights ago approaching. Oh thank the Flame he had the right place and this wasn't some elaborate trick.

And before he could even wave and then point at his ears the Human(?) seemed to notice them and beckoned for him to follow. Well at least he was observant. So he hopped off the table and padded after him on all fours to make it easier to both keep up and hop sideways to avoid swinging dancing feet. Thankfully they were soon in a much quieter room. N'ah standing back up as he reached up to remove the gauze and toss it in a nearby trash can before flicking his ears back and fourth before turning his full attention to the benefactor.

It was good to have a name, "N'ah - thanks for the quiet room and invite here Metropolis." What a weird name. "Ahhh thats what it was. I originally thought you were just a Human who was trying to make a statement or some surgery." A fluffy eyebrow was up though. "Like full 'what I'm thinking'? or more like emotions wise?" Before he patted his backpack and nodded. "Also I'm going to guess you'd like to know what I'm good at. In my...former job I was responsible for handling medical issues if some of my co workers were injured and also repair their weapons or any droids we happened to be using." That should serve as a good baseline as N'ah started to work on the story in his head if he was asked to expand on this 'former job' and how much this Metro would kill him if he didn't like Hutts.

 

[Carthus Phoenix Kira]

Carthus watched seeing the arrival of a Umbaran into the mix, well this venue was certainly turning into a mix of races from all over it seemed. How curious indeed. But was more curious for him was seeing how there was a little exchange of unspoken words and the man moved off into the VIP area. So this person was of someone of importance, given that he had not seen or heard of this place until a few nights ago and the man was carrying a case of some kind the chances were that they ran some aspect here or another.

With a slight smirk and thinking that there was a chance a Hutt or a Gang was involved behind actions here he took another swig from his drink and pushed away from the bar he was resting against and began to make his way towards the dance floor. It was time to start properly scoping the place out a bit more. The way he had found out about this place had been somewhat interesting, to say the least, but that was by the by.

As Carthus moved onto the dance floor he began to look between the bouncers and security that was there. Making sure that he moved with the rhythm and the beat of the music, reaching up towards the jacket he was wearing and readjusted it with both of his hands quickly. Keeping his grin upon his face as he moved through the dance floor flirting with several people as he went along until his eyes came across a figure seeming to pour a bit of bright colored powered into a persons drink. His eyebrows raised moving over towards the figure as his hands reached up plucking the drink from their hands as they went to protest he took a sip before spitting it straight back out into the cup

"Oh no no.......this is terrible! Here you go sweet thing get yourself a bottle of the good stuff"

He responded sliding her a large credit chip, not allowing her a moment to speak before spinning around and moving towards the figure who had applied it turning around and starting to dance backward as he slid up behind the man sat near a table with his drink on it, and with a quick flip of his wrist poured the contents of it into the glass and leaving the empty glass on the table returning to the dance towards the speakers.

Bah! Millaflower awful stuff

He said pulling a face for a moment, moving past a man who seemed intoxicated by a Zeltron. A grin appearing on his face hearing the comment she made, with a swift slap on the man's backside

"it's rude to keep a lady waiting, your in for a wild evening"​

 

[Sylvie Corser]

Sylvie had managed to get the man into a relatively good mood and molded into something that could adequately dance--only to find that he had a girlfriend and in fact she had swept him away from his group of friends. Oops. One awkward conversation between a drunkard and a Zeltron later, and she was back oj the hunt. A few moments prior to her discovery of her first victim being taken, some other man with a grin and a knack for slapping lower backs had come and gone. She managed to chase him down and wrapped an arm over his shoulder, keeping pace and turning to look at him as though surprised, despite knowing full well her actions.

"Oh-oh dear. You're not a woman. I mistook you for the friend that I don't have who came along. Wanna take their place, or are you too focused on the ugly Twi'lek chicks wandering the tables? Cause they're no fun, lemme tell ya. Hell, I'll buy you a drink, man."

She smiled, a joking glimmer in her eye as her arm unwrapped itself from over his shoulder and she attempted to keep pace. Sylvie might get slapped. But oh well. That didn't matter. Not like she had anything to lose, anyways. Maybe just self esteem.