Level 1333
The 'Music' of the club reverberated through the walls to be heard clearly in the streets outside. Inside, mercenaries, criminals, and degenerates mingled and danced. The New Republic and Free Worlds Alliance had fallen apart, and this was more than enough cause to celebrate for the scum of the underworld. Standing around an open area near the right side of the bar, Ivarr Bone Breaker aimed another Blast-Dart at the little steel shield the Deucalians were using as a makeshift dart board.
Roughly four of her clansmen, including Sehra (@lizziie), stood nearby as their chief lined up her shot. A quick flick of the wrist and the dart landed squarely in the middle of the shield, hitting it with a 'DING!' before exploding into a small burst of fire. Laughing and cheering for herself, Ivarr snatched up another pint of Corellian Ale and sat in one of the chairs they had previously dragged into their area. Looking at her friend, Sehra, Ivarr remarked, "Can you believe it, the Free Worlds and the Republic, gone!? So much loot, so many overpriced vessels sitting in yards, no organized police! We should be fucking RAIDING!"
At that last word, two of the other clansmen shouted, "Ramund!" and, as if it were a reflex, Ivarr shouted back, "Ramund!" Ivarr had not forgotten her words and pledges to the Hutt Clans, specifically Nor'baal. But there might never be another opportunity like this for her clan. So, leaving only a small, elite detachment to stick near Nor'baal's litter, Ivarr took the main force of her clan back into space. Piracy and growth were on her mind now, there would not be a better time to do it.
The call had been sent out by Ivarr, anyone interested in working for, with, or becoming a member of Clan Ramund was welcome to attend this open-air bar. Amongst the blasting music, there would be many raids hatched by the Deucalian pirates. Ivarr hoped that her call had impressed at least one phrase into those she spoke with-
Don't miss out.
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