Vendetta in the Vertical City

[Asinine Soup]

Nar Shaddaa
New Vertica
42:00

"The Vertical City." a soft-voiced Lillieth chimes, hair billowing lightly in the winds of the dark Smuggler's Moon. "It looks surreal from up here, hm?" She could only grin and cant her head in Jorath's direction - her hulking partner beside her in the passenger seat - to view his facial expression in lieu of her statement. It was humorous just thinking about what his visage would carelessly reflect.

The quadruplet sat within a civilian transport, anonymity at the cost of protection despite the Emperium's wishes. Seems the original duo's pilot would receive a day off as four individuals - Masters and Students, Crusaders and Acolytes - encircle the orbit and take in the breathtaking lights and neon signs. Clubs, businesses (most of which a Better Businessman's Bureau likely wouldn't appreciate), eateries, apartments all wizz by. She was driving, the young Lillieth, as her formal guidance in piloting craft as complex as Trooper Transports proved to trickle down to those as simple as an airspeeder.
"I get lost easily, Jor - are we still going the right way?" Her voice was loud, thanks to the rippling wind that lashed their faces, but she didn't seem to mind in the slightest. A few clues from past experiences on a semi-ruined vacation led them to this moon, and if one were to ask the young woman how she felt about it?...She would display her pleasure in having gotten the chance to return.

The constant hum of their vehicle blends in with the overpopulated noise, and after being given a direction by which to travel, they would eventually find a place to park...right along the street.
Attention was inadvertently given as several figures all along the rather crowded road pique two young beauties and two large...huge, hulking young men. It was a fun sight, but nothing nobody here had never seen before; everyone continues about their business but a moment later, though those wary within the aircraft would notice that there were eyes still upon them.

Lillieth is...actually rather excited. She's smiling, suppressing her effervescence as she climbs out of the speeder, having neglected to wear anything too immaculate on this Moon. A simple uniform that she adorns shapes her figure and gives a rather drastic backdrop for her fiery head of hair, and with a twist in her step, she takes a glimpse at the radiant, everlit street...

Crowds of a racial melting pot: Rodians, Humanoids, Slug-looking things, Kel Dor, Zabrak...but thank the stars, no Gungans. Yet. Ads and signs and neon lights spill color along the gray street surface; Twi'lek - dancers and smugglers alike - line the streets for their respective breaks from their underpaid dancing gigs and in wait for their next spice deal. The constant murmur and hum of speeders flying above and the business and livelihood drowning down on the streets below all bring a smile to Lillieth's face.

She holds up the matchbox retrieved from the corpse of a cultist with the symbol of a local bar - the silhouette of a provocative Twi'lek in sticker-form - and blinks up the street. Through the crowd...a matching symbol could be seen, a holo-image on repeat of yet another Twi'lek dancer. It seemed as though that species were the face of beauty here, and the young red-head couldn't help but to lift her chin in envy.
"Is that it?" she asks, vanity striking her tongue as she directs her query to the only one here who would know the exact location as to where they would have to go. She remains staring its direction, jaw stiffening...the Force speaking to her.

This wasn't going to go as smoothly as they planned.

The thought made her grin. She was hoping that mayhem was the only way it would pan out.

 

[Viabuck]

He really -really- did not want to be there..

Of all of the places in the universe, Hutt controlled worlds were among the worst. They were filled with some of the worst that the Galaxy had to offer, a variety of some of the statistically worst species in existence. Even the smell of the air as it passed over his face seemed to carry with it an odor that nearly nauseated the massive Crusader. Everything about the planet seemed toxic in regards to the effect that it would have upon a person ranging from the countless vices that they could engage in right down to the threat of violence that existed from a singular wrong encounter.

Sitting next to Lillieth, his large arms folded over his chest, the wind sweeping over his freshly shaved down hair which had been done mostly to save on time spent grooming along with combat practicality. Offering a brief look down to the pilot of their air speeder, he would grunt in response, his relaxed and talkative manner having disappeared over the night on Corellia, the standard 'always slightly unhappy about something' persona that he had been known for returning and leaving little trace of the relatively talkative and relaxed man.

"It stinks." he would remark rather simply, going back to watching where they were going, having been told several times by his partner and having witnessed the woman's utter lack of navigational skills. It would have almost been funny that in spite of the fact that she was a competent pilot that she was so remarkably capable of getting herself lost if only he wouldn't have been riding with her. "Right... Right... -RIGHT!-"

With his partner back on track and a parking spot being found, he was instanteously grateful to be back on his own two feet, walking on foot even if it was through a crowd who did occasionally stare. Having taken some precautions to not look entirely like a Sith, he had instead chosen to go with a simple combination of black leather boots, a pair of black tactical pants complete with a belt and a long sleeved black shirt. Keeping it simple always seemed to be the way to go, at least until the armor that he had commissioned -ages- ago was complete.

Moving through the crowd, opting to stay close to the red heads side, he would occasionally pay a glance to the Acolytes of the group before turning his attention back to where they were going. Occasionally offering a stern glare in the direction of anyone who stared at the group too long for any reason that they might have had, as they neared the bar, Jorath offered a quick nod of his head, looking down to Lillieth and what she held in her hand.

"Dancing Twi'leks.. Seems right to me.. We should go in and case the place, see if we can figure out who runs the place then work our way over to them. If we can get them somewhere away from the crowd we can question them and find out what they know.. If anything starts to go south try to avoid being -extremely- obvious that we're Sith. Unless they're pulling blasters on us I don't want to see any lightsabers and even then.. Only if necessary.. I don't want to catch hell for this because this could be one of those lard slug's bars." Jorath instructed, his voice plain and to the point as he began to lead the group toward the entrance.

 

[Okran]

There was quite a list of places that Fayath had zero desire to ever return to, this moon was by far at the top. This...place. The cesspool of the galaxy. Much of her youth was spent in on these streets, being forced to work with all the back dealings, traded from one person to another. It was revolting. As far as she was concerned, the empire should of crushed this place ages ago, yet sadly it was left to fester. A soft sigh escapes the young lady as her chin rests upon her hand propped up on the side of the vessel by her elbow."...The sooner we are off this rock the better." she mumbles as she adjusts herself in her seat, clearly begining to get antsy. The trip had barely started yet but it hard her nerves all kinds of jumbled. "Stinks is a gross understatement"A small chuckle would easily escape her as she hears the excited tone of Jorath in the front seat as Lillieth almost misses her turn.

As they finally reach their destination in one piece and fine themselves a parking spot, she reluctantly removes herself from the shuttle to step down on the on the street. "Uuuugh" she groans as she feels her boot land in some sort of excrement. Probably a trail some damned Hutt had left behind. "....I. Hate. This. Place....Why are we here again?" she complains as she scrapes her foot against a nearby curb to rid her boot of the disgusting substance. She would of seen to greatly alter her appearance for this trip, discarding her usual bandaging for a more tradition mask. She had even gone as for as to alter her hair color and wardrobe. What color she had been give was beyond her. She just told the person to go with something....different. The last thing she wanted was for some ex-client she had assisted in double crossing to recognize her, possibly drawing attention to herself and traveling companions.

She quietly scopes out the immediate area for a moment, taking notice of a few that seemed to be force sensitive, though seemed to lack any formal training in it, or perhaps didn't even know. Her gaze travels back to herself and her companions in time for Jorath's little spiel."If someone sees as I do, there's not much you can do to hide where you stand...unless you're like myself and Lillieth." she states with a small shrug as she focuses upon her own energy being emitted, toning it down to nothing more than your average Force Sensitive Miraluka. Her hands swing around to link together behind her back as she waits to carry on with the journey, and doing so once the begin moving.

 

[Sterling Malory Archer]

Pauru was going to be sick. Somewhere between the stench of desperate sentients, the traditional hutt excess, and the constant moving of the transport they were in... Yeah, the big guy was definately going to be sick. He didnt do well in speeders. And he especially didnt do well when he wasnt piloting them. Not to mention he was cooped up in the dang thing with two of his least favorite people and his overbearing, violent master. On the way to the force only knew where to start a fight that he didnt know the stakes for. Oh yeah... This was going to be buckets of fun.

Absolute Pails of it.

Pauru leapt out of the craft the moment they were able to disembark, long sandy brown cloak fluttering a little to reveal the dark jumpsuit underneath. He hadn't really bothered to change his usual attire much, seeing as it wasnt particularly sithy in the first place. His long cloak and hood remained in place, his dust mask firmly in place over his face. Filtered Lenses hiding his eyes and mouthpiece keeping his voice distorted. All in all... His usual attire was pretty perfect for not being recognized. And it had the added bonus of being nice and warm.

"Let's just... Get this over with."

His voice was not that of a happy camper. But he followed just behind Jorath with minimal complaining. No need to incite the wrath of the man... He just wanted to be done.

 

[Asinine Soup]

"Things have a tendency of going as far south as a rebels' pay-grades when it comes to us," Lillieth elaborates to the other two, lesser experienced individuals of the group, "but just...stay close and we'll see to it that we find what we need and get out of here in one or two pieces."
She continues following Jorath, and as they all seem to pass a bouncer - reluctant to even let them pass, if not for the large pair that accompanied a more feminine duo - the club's lights and vibrant cast comes full-front.
An actual club. Not a cantina, no, but a dancing, drinking, socializing club with plenty of shady figures in the corners hugging the walls to boot. Lillieth couldn't help but smile.

"Meet back here in thirty." she says to the larger pair, grinning; she had plans of her own for Fayath. "You, though, are coming with me. Time to teach you how to use those hips and twinkle that smile." She was half giggling and half-jittery at the same time. Seems she was fairly excited to be here; training manipulation was just as important as training Force techniques, right? In Lillieth's mind, however, this may have well been part two of her vacation. Flamboyant dancers and club-goers all dancing to lively upgraded Cantina music that shook the floor, it blared so loudly; laser-lights and club flashes all paint the room a variety of colors and alter the atmosphere to be exactly as those whom inhabited it wished for it to be. Hands in the air, dancing couples and singles, intoxicated altercations and armed bouncers escorting the rabble on and off the property; Twi'lek dancers on raised platforms and a pair of Bith DJ's organizing the digital, unorthadox, tech-like music that boomed through the club (a fair twist of excitement, considering the usual show-band is what Lillieth is used to).

Although the main hue of the club were mixtures of blues and reds, those with good enough aperture would likely notice that the DJ brothers (presumed brothers, if that's not racist already) held a slight skin discoloration...one that would be very similar to a more recent encounter with suicidal Gungans on Corellia.

As she waves the boys off with a wiggle of her fingers, she blinks back over to Fayath, a glinting smile adorning her cheeks. "So. Your first lesson can start on the dance floor, or at the bar - choose wisely." the girl coos, the loud music forcing the young woman to use her outside voice even at such a close, leaning-toward-the-ear proximity. It didn't take long for suiters to begin to spot that the women were now without their large, male companions. Eyes were upon them.

 

[Viabuck]

Making his way into the club, continuing to cast a scornful gaze on anyone who lingered too long, as they got in amongst the rabble, he for a minute almost felt as if he was home on a bad night. His mothers cantina, albeit far better run and generally having a certain level of standards that didn't include Twi'lek dancers performing for a bunch of drunk perverts was occasionally home to crowds of this sort and it took the giant back for a moment, a sense of nostalgia coming over him for a moment up until Lillieth spoke, dragging him back to the real world, his face contorting slightly into something that looked like it wanted to be neutral and non-effected but still betrayed hints of annoyance.

"Right, you two do your thing... Pauru we're going to do ours.." Jorath remarked as Lillieth and Fayath walked off to shake their smiles and twinkle their hips or something of that nature. Shoving his way through the crowd, not bothering to contort or twist his body to avoid bystanders, he would make a beeline straight for one of the bars atop of which a dancer was located. Finding two empty seats, or in this case, one and a very nervous looking, scrawny Zabrak who upon seeing Jorath arrive instantly moved away from the angry looking teen.

"I suppose the lesson here is listening.. Don't need to act until they do their thing.. Which probably involves Lil' getting every guy here's attention, letting them get grabby, she starts killing them and then I find one and murder it.. It's generally the way of things.. But we're not jumping right into that.. Instead we're going to observe and no, I'm not talking about the Twi'lek. I want you to keep your eyes open. Find anything that may be out of the ordinary. We're looking for drug users or anyone who looks like they may be carrying them.." he explained, resting his elbows upon the table, folding his hands together and resting his chin atop them, seemingly not bothered by the fact that there was a scantly clad pink skinned alien contorting her body every which way in an effort to draw attention from men and at least in the giant's case, failing.

"This can be done two ways.. The first being with your eyes.. Or the second being the force.. Reach out with it.. Block out the distractions and feel with it. You have to have some familiarity with it.. Well don't push with it or try to make it do anything.. Just lightly send it out.. Sort of like feelers on a Sar'laac. You can pick up a lot about a persons intentions just by doing that.. I personally don't care for it much but my Master insisted I learn it so I didn't run face first into a tree.. This is a much easier way to learn.." he quietly explained, knowing that his voice would either by drowned out to most by the music or simply not cared all that much about.

On the off chance that someone -did- care.. Well then they had to deal with a Sith. Two of them in fact and two Semi-Siths. He liked his odds of continuing to do as he liked. All the same, he did occasionally look over his shoulder from where he sat, attempting to keep an eye on his partner.

 

[Okran]

A heavy sigh escapes the young Miraluka as she listens in on what Lillieth had to say to hear. She would appear far from pleased to accept the task they were to undertake. "I told myself never again, yet here I stand. Wonderful." she groans out at a normal volume, probably making it a bit hard to hear in the current environment. Though she was without a doubt not looking forward to their means of information gathering, with the destination being Nar Shaddaa, Fayath had taken the necessary preparations for a planet like this. There were only three ways to get any sort of information on this moon. Credits, force, or the one that, in most cases, women were best suited for. Before the largest of their party had a chance to slip away, the young woman takes advantage of the wall they formed to block the line of sight of those present in this wretched club.

A part needed to be played, and sadly she found herself suited for it, unzipping the jacket she was wearing and quickly flipping it inside out, before slipping it back on. A black sport jacket now sat upon her shoulders, revealing her shirt within which didn't fall short of being just that...revealing. Heavy angles expossing cleavage and her midriff on display for any and all to say. She quickly removes what was holding her hair up, allowing the violet locks to cascade down over her shoulders, as she pivots around from behind the massive men to find her way back to Lillieth. "Come now, dear." she responds in a playful voice, much like any young woman their age that would find themselves in this sort of place on a boring night, choosing her words to mirror Lillieth's usual terms."You merely adopted this lifestyle. I was born in it....Molded by it, if you will." she coos as a big smile spreads across her lips as if she were having the time of her life.

The air around Fayath would noticably change as she assumed the role she needed to for this outing. Her posture was more upright, shoulders back, chest out, and hip cocked to the side. As the DJs hit the next song, the young woman reacts in turn, voice far louder than normal. "Oh my god, I love this song! Shall we, Lil?! When I hear it, I just -haaave- to dance!" Before she would even allow Lillieth a chance to respond, Fayath would of attempted to take the woman's hand, to place on her shoulder as she turns towards the dance floor, her own hand still accompanying the other woman's. If Lillieth had no protest to these actions, the young Miraluka would lead her out across the dance floor to find them a suitable place towards the middle of the crowd, body swaying seductively to the music as she walked.

Once in the middle of the crowd, she turns to face her exploration partner turned master, taking hold of the woman's other hand to place on her opposite shoulder. Fayath would close the distance between herself and Lillieth, her body moving more ferociously to the music, assuming the role of two drunk bffs out to have a good time for the night. If they hadn't drawn all the attention yet, this surely would of done the deed. On the surface, that would appear to be the case at least. Fayath's special kind of sight would of been on the hunt, for what, she wasn't sure of. It seemed no different than any other night in one of these places. She closes the distance between her face and Lillieth's, slipping past to speak at a normal volume to the other woman to keep their conversation a bit private, body continuing to sway. "Exactly what are we looking for here? I see nothing out of the ordinary. Your usual batch of normals, some untapped force sensitives, and your usual drug addicts." As the Miralukan finishes what she had to say, she takes a small step back, spinning in place before pressing her back against Lillieth, head laying back on the woman's shoulder. This was of course, if Lillieth had gone along with everything so far.

 

[Asinine Soup]

With a bite of the lip and tinge of excitement, Lillieth's demeanor screams delight that she would get to hit the dance floor. Her fingertips reach for the zipper that kept her attire tight and oppressive and releases a hint of her bust near the mid-sternum; her skin displayed, she stamps forward with a grin. As though her 'dances' with lightsabers and cultists and monstrous creatures weren't enough, she begins shaking her hips - free hand in the air as though drunk on life without a single drop of her favorite Correllian Brandy spicing her tongue - as the duo make their way to the middle of the crowd. Ah, such excitement, the warmth of a crowd's body and a contagious essence of freedom and excitement: this was her escape from the bland life of the rich pomp and circumstance.

The two girls dance and draw attention from not only the crowd, but those glimpsing down from the skylines up above - bouncers and onlookers, maybe more important figures with their arms crossed. Fayath's statement rings true, though muffled from the excessive talk and chatter and loud, pumping music; the girl twists in front of her and leans her head upon her shoulder, expertly playing the role of what they were to portray. One word - unspoken by Lillieth's tongue yet very encouraging and clearly in the red-head's voice - appears within Fayath's head, at that moment, and as it does, Lillieth's arms would begin waving around in the air...hips swinging, hair bouncing, waist swaying:

"Dance!"

The words held impression, and Fayath would have heard the lyric...and would have most likely, although mind likely previously on the mission at hand, would have felt ever-so-inclined to dance her little feet off and have a little fun.
Lillieth, throughout, played half-and-half, eyes on the crowd. Several individuals stood still within the bobbing crowd, leering at the two girls in the middle. Lady Sunsinger tends to keep a good compass about her for measuring the difference between salacious stares and inquisitive ones. It wasn't long before suitors begin to approach, dancing with the music with attempts to lure the girls into dancing as provocatively upon them as they were one another. All the while, the more effervescent of the pair didn't seem afraid of backing what she had into a stranger, seeming to bask in the attention and glow in the pump of the music.

All the while, she never forgot her role. Slowly but surely, more attention would guide its way upon the two - attention from the 'management' who held a more exclusive party experience in the back rooms of the place.

In fact, the individuals that keenly approached Fayath and Lillieth had several empty syringes of those 'Death Stix' in their robing, their high deteriorating but present, nonetheless.
Lillieth's arm curls around the stranger's neck as she dances facing away from him, eyes sliding to Jorath's direction through the crowd with the intention to lock despite the bodies that moved back and forth between them.

Her face indicates she had a lead, were their eyes to lock.
If he were to register the fact, her smile would return from an evolving lip-bite that labeled her excitement within the dance.
"I like your moves~" she coos to the humanoid, needle-pricks marking his cloaked arms tattered with ink marking his affiliation with whom they came here to see.

 

[Viabuck]

And just like that, Jorath discovered that his apprentice, while reminding him greatly of himself was something of a pain to instruct in the ways of the force.. Much in the way that he had been and it was because of that that unlike his own teacher, he would dispatch his Acolyte back to the ship, intending to keep him out of trouble while he took the lead on the mission with Lillieth and Fayath. Three was a better number in his mind anyhow, at least in regards to the proper number for a mission. Keeping track of the two girls would be far easier now that he didn't have to worry about trying to provide a lesson for his pupil as well. Now then, if he were to refocus on the mission, his attention would be abruptly brought forward to a pair of pink skinned Twi'lek boobs inches away from his face, the woman clearly having been trying her damndest to earn some credits from the massive Sith for quite some time while he had been spaced out, his mind dwelling on other things. This was uncomfortable..

His personal space was being invaded..

He couldn't really afford to go and call attention..

'Eurgh..'

Reaching into his pants pocket, Jorath would fish about for a moment withdrawing a credit chit with about ten credits value and offer it to the Twi'lek, his irritation only furthered by the fact that he was forced to tuck it into a belt on her leg through continued insistence and what seemed like an endless desire to annoy him. Sitting at the bar in front of the dancer has proven to be more of a bane to his efforts than a boona nd it was because of that that the rather large Sith in an effort to not blow his cover stood up and turned to walk away, just in time to catch a sight of Lillieth who seemed to have found herself and Fayath some friends.. Some rather seedy looking friends who he had already begun to develop a very real desire to break in half.

Making his own way out onto the dance floor, allowing his shoulders to move slightly and his hands to move about as if they were shaking a pair of dice, the giant clearly lacked any kind of social graces in regards to dancing and yet avoided any real humiliation if only because to certain individuals, the muscle bound human could be considered moderately handsome. That was -extremely- fortunate because honestly, epileptic Wookies probably would have had more natural grace in regards to what he was currently doing.

Nearing Lillieth's position, still keeping his eyes on her, he would work his way through the crowd, attempting to get near the pair, his own eyes scanning the crowd in search of a dance partner if only to avoid looking conspicuous.. Damn it he needed something. What was he going to do? Surely there had to be some way to stand close enough with someone that would get them out of the front of the house and oh hey look at that, a Zeltron.. A stereotypically attractive pink skinned, woman who seemed to have a number of men's attention. She'd do.

Dice shaking his way on over to her, it was at that point that Jorath once again used intimidation to alpha male away the weaker males, staring them down or simply forcing them out of the way with a well aimed elbow, staggering them and sending one accidentally onto the floor. Mission accomplished. As the last viable male in the hunting grounds, the female would choose the alpha continuing to put on display of natural physical grace in hopes of enticing them back to her den. That of course wouldn't be happening and while he may have continued dancing, the mission was still the prerogative.. Along with breaking the legs of the drug addict.

'Get him to get us in a back room somehow..' he would insist telepathically, his yellow eyes remaining trained on his partner, seemingly continuously oblivious to the Zeltron rubbing herself upon him.

 

[Okran]

What was this feeling. Something in the back of the Miralukian's mind was screaming at her to be done with this nonsense, but the little voice seemed to be sealed off for the time being. Her body moves of it's own accord, sliding down the front of Lillieth before twirling off to make some space once again facing the other woman. She's entranced, hips moving in time to the music, barely taking note of what was going on around her. Sure somewhere in her mind she was still observing her surroundings, but the thought at the front of her mind was to dance like there was no tomorrow. If people approached her to dance, she would oblige, though in no way like the way she would of with Lillieth. Even with the that of dancing at the forefront of Lillieth's mind, she was still her, and no one was getting that close to her unless she deemed them fine to do so.

While most of the glances sent in their direction bounced between the two seductive ladies, one set in particular remains glued on the Miraluka. Where the others eyes spoke of lust and desire, his were of a whole other nature. A small snarl plays acrossed the face of the being hidden in the shadows as he deems his interest unflawed, pressing off the wall to make his way across the club, effortlessly bobbing and weaving through the packed dance floor towards his target.

The effects of the command on Fayath's mind slowly fade, her subconscious screaming at her to wake up as it sensed something not quite right heading right for her, yet with her level of mental protection, that being not much at all, it was a losing battle. It wouldn't be long before a hand would reach out to snag her by the arm, that hand belonging to the Sakiyan male that had crossed the floor to get his hands on the girl. The mans voice snaps her back to reality as he grabs her, memories of yet another double crossed client flowing into her mind. "Well if it isn't the captain's little harlot, come back to her stomping grounds. Where is the no good thieving, scruffy-looking nerfherder? I'm owed a good sum of credits and you better start talking before I take it out of your pretty little skin."

Much time had passed since Fayath had last found herself in such a situation. She lacked the means to deal with such a brute before, but now? Now she could easily put the trash in it's place, but she had a part to play, and play it she would."Let go of me, you brute! I don't know who you think I am, but I don't know anything about any captain or credits!" she yell as she plays the innocent little girl being attacked by an unknown assailant, feeble attempts to pull away to complete the act. A small smirk stretches across the fiends lips as he hears her speak, shaking his head disapprovingly. "You can change your looks, but there aint no fooling my nose. You're comming with me."

Though, it wouldn't seem she was having much success pulling one over on this guy, the drugged up previous dance partner of the Miraluka was easily convinced. "Try your luck somewhere else there chief. There won't be no cutting in on me now, you hear?" the druggie states as his fingers tickle the side of a blaster, free hand sliding up his sleeve to reveal the markings of who he was with. The Sakiyan scowls at the markings as he weighs his options here, leaning more towards his early departure, though the promise of credits causing hesitation.Fayath clenches her jaw as she dreams of bashing the cretin's knee and snapping his neck, though she'd continue to struggle against the grip, attempting to place herself behind her "hero"

 

[Asinine Soup]

With a stranger's hands on her waist and her hands in the air, Lillieth would appear to be having the time of her life - smiling jovially and making an assortment of faces as she demonstrates her moves. Her behavior was as if she didn't even hear Jorath's words within her mind, but she had. She knew her role, and as soon as she was going to begin step two, a disturbance rings through the Force, though she hadn't the slightest clue what it was.

She keeps her cool, but as an individual begins to cut between the crowd toward her -- wait, no. He was heading toward Fayath, walking directly past Lillieth and squeezing through the two or three couples that separated the pair from one another. She couldn't read his lips, but he certainly had a less-than-friendly look upon his face, and guise or not, she wouldn't have a random thug pressing on her 'apprentice'. Ah...that's a nice little phrase. Apprentice. While half of her wanted to see how she would handle it, the other, protective, instinctive side kicked in; stopping her dancing, she furrows her best 'what the ****' expression upon her face and steps forward, girlishly shoving at the Sakiyan's chest as it appeared Fayath's dance partner held weaponry.
Then again, no doubt 80% of this club did.
"Get -off- her, man." Lillieth yells, though her voice rather muffled behind the music. Tinged with frustration at both the physical contact and the lack of being able to snatch his target, he swings a hand aimed for the red-head's face. She, maintaining a ruse, is struck and is sent to the dance-floor with a grunt. Her intoxicated date steps forward with a furrowed brow, and, well...a fist-fight ensues.

The two swing and grapple one another, the one whom attempted to recognize Fayath despite her ruse ultimately loosing the fray after a few chin-shots; nothing to spectacular occurs, but after the pup is sent whimpering with his tail between his legs, Lillieth is aided off the floor like the defenseless princess she is portrayed to be. She rubs her cheek, a bruise forming, but otherwise thanks the man as the crowd whom was watching shrinks back, confused as to whether they should still be dancing or not.
Eventually, Lillieth's eyes would shoot to Jorath as though she knew exactly where he was in the crowd. Words appear within his conscience, wanting to cull his anger so he doesn't ruin things that occurred thus far:
"I'm fine - it's all going alright, they're about to invite us into the back. Ten credits say after a drink."

"You okay, babe? Can I getcha' somethin'? Buy you a drank?" says Lillieth's hero, and with a shy grin, she bats her eyes and turns back to Fayath, presumably beside her still.
"For me and my best friend?" she inquires, biting a lip playfully and reaching out for her blind companion's wrist - because OMG TOTES MY BFF FAY.
"Heheh, yeah, we got Credits; c'mon, doll."

The four are ushered toward the bar through the crowd, all holding unto one another's shoulders and hands to ensure no one gets lost along the way. Lillieth, second in line, gives Fayath a gentle squeeze of the hand so she could know...
...that everything was going well. While there wasn't a set plan, it was best to roll with the punches, and Fayath was learning that vital lesson here, today.

Roll with the punches.

 

[Viabuck]

There were moments when a situation called for competent leadership above all else. They called for a leader who could keep their cool and a leader who could make decisions that in spite of their personal feelings, ultimately served a higher cause, one that was for the greater good and one that would serve to benefit everyone. The longer this evening seemed to drag on? The more that Mister Baylor wanted less and less to be that kind of leader.

All of the drug addicts.. The nameless individuals.. All of them tampering with the people whom he had deemed to be under his protection. It was almost more than he could bear but what was there that he could really do to improve upon the situation? He could activate his lightsabers and in a clear disregard of his own orders he could sever the arms of one of the individuals who had taken an interest in the girls before repeatedly slapping them across the face until they chose to disclose everything that he wished to know. Yes.. That would be ideal... But alas no, he couldn't do that..

Did someone just punch Lillieth?

And just like that, the Sith went from phase zero all the way to three skipping two steps of blind fury, simply reaching down and picking up his Zeltron that he had found if only to add to his disguise, hoisting her up by the hips and placing her down behind him as if she was a piece of furniture to be moved. Moving through the crowd, broad shoulders impacting hard with several dancing nearby individuals as he centered his pursuit not on his partner but instead upon her attacker, anyone with the slightest hint of force sensitivity being able to sense a slight disturbance coming off of the Crusader in that moment.

While the girls pushed for phase two, there were other matters which he needed to attend to such as following the assailaint to the refresher where they were checking their lips for cuts in a mirror as the giant arrived. Paying a quick glance around, Jorath would lean in against the sink, resting the hilts of his palm upon the edge of it, looking down for a moment and exhaling a deep breath. While his soon to be victim was more concerned about themselves for the time being, the poor fool wouldn't even see it coming when without even paying a second glance, the Crusader's hand was drawn up, drawn back and sent flying into the side of their head sending them off of their feet and crashing against a bathroom stall leaving them struggling to hold onto consciousness.

Before they could even register a protest, they would glance up just in time to a seven foot tall four hundred plus pound freight train barreling right at them, lifting off of the ground and suddenly driving the bottoms of both of his feet into the mans chest, dropping him through the stall wall and then the next one where they would lay in a broken heap, water from a broken toilet pooling around them.

Jorath meanwhile exited, a huge grin upon his face, his dice shaking dance moves if one could generously call it back in full swing. His rage sated for the time being with a drop kick which would go unnoticed due to the combination of a loud crowd and even louder music, the human would slowly migrate back over toward the bar where Lillieth stood, he would move in toward the group.

'When he leads you back I'm following.. I'll attempt to mind trick whoever is on guard but if it fails... They're going through a wall..'

 

[Okran]

The struggle continues on, the young woman yanking and pulling her arm to free herself as the Sakiyan continues to contemplate his choices here, her drugged up dance partners hand closing around their blaster. Just as seemed the being was about to give up on it for now, Fayath catches a tingling sensation of Lillieth head right for them."...This might not end well." she thinks as she watches the woman approach with purpose. Next thing she knows there's some pushing and swinging, and LillIeth's layed out on the floor, Fayath following shortly after, squatting down next to he fallen BFF."You brute! How dare you hit her! You okay Lil?"

A small smirk inches a cross the Miraluka's lips as she watches Lillieth's former dance partner doing her dirty work for her. This had definitely started to redeem the night after having to sit there shaking her behind for all those prying eyes. Everything now fine and dandy and they are now getting drinks. Fantastic...another vice the Miraluka wants nothing to do with. A small sigh escapes the young lady as she follows along, being towed by Lillieth's grip on her hand.

Fayath would feel bad for whomever was on the lower deck beneath where they were sitting at the bar. Her incredibly low desire to consume any fire water was low enough that the moment no one was looking, the contents of her glass would be chucked back over her shoulder. As if timed out perfectly, each time her glass emptied, the druggie taking care of her tab would look back and order another. Someone obviously thought they were getting lucky tonight. Otherwise, she just carries on with whatever mindless small talk the men could come up with, adding in a cute little giggle here and there, just waiting for them to get this over with.

 

[Asinine Soup]

Bottles. Bottles. Bottles.

Either they were big spenders, or these two guys knew the bartender - the place was practically theirs, in their minds, and dammit if using up all these bottles of various liquors, beers and brandies meant they'd get some sentient ass tonight? Then it was worth a lashing from the boss, right?
Of course they're right.

Lillieth did not seem to take the same approach as Fayath, however noting her glass disappearing in terms of volume after each re-fill. There was no way she was downing that stuff so fast - not even her liver was that acute. The red-head, on the other hand, had an exquisite taste in wines and liquors, and having been quite the party girl for a while, she held her own. The wonderful thing about the Force, however, is that her body treated the alcohol as a toxin; Fayath would likely notice Lily's usage of the Force in diluting the product and washing it away from her system, a type of 'poison extraction and removal'. She wasn't getting drunk, that much was obvious...but not to their guests.

"Wow," Lillieth praises, hands and chest leaning upon her former dance-partner's arm," you've got more drink than I've got inhibition..." a soft giggle escaping her slurred tongue. She sure did play the part well, and as player number one takes a grin to player number two, it seemed the pair thought they were 'ready'.
"Hey'a, we gotta' private spot in the backrooms fer you n' ya friend, here - ya wanna tag along?" he offers, testosterone building.

"Mmm...hmhm, I'd love to - Corra, wanna' come with?" she asks Fayath, seemingly having cultivated a name for her BFF. On the chance that she agreed, considering all was going according to the 'plan', the two would be ushered through a small crowd and up a flight of stairs; the music muffles as they travel up to a higher level of the club, several members of individuals beholding the same markings and weapons and drugs within a room to the left, all chattering it up...and a closed door with a bodyguard with his arms crossed at the end of the hall. The corridor narrow, it seemed this was the entrance to whatever macabre lounge they would be thrown within accompanying two semi-drunk druggies with a hairpin trigger.

Mister Bouncer in front of the door scoots out of the way for the four to enter, and as the giggling pair and grinning duo all access the room and the door closes, Jor - were he following - would likely have been spotted in the long hallway by now.
"'Ey. VIP only, bub - get lost," palm opening as he displays a blaster on his hip as though to deter the large human.

Within the room, not even a few moments after the door closed, Fayath would be advanced upon. The room was otherwise empty, leading to areas deeper within the back-rooms, and the fact that there was a guard perhaps signaled the depth of the secrecy that was here.
"I'm getting really tired," Lillieth hiccups, wry fingertip etching toward the now-closed door and giving it a lock with a twist of the handle. She grins.

"Don't kill him." - a simple set of instructions appear within Fayath's mind, and with a quick pivot, as she's attempted to be scooped into the arms of her 'hero', Lillieth's elbow sharply extends into the abdomen of he who would attempt to get her wasted and laid out. The movement sends the man bending over in pain, only to be put out of his misery with Lillieth's arm wrapping about his neck. A grin on her face, and with a single twist, the sound of death resonates the room, not even a grunt of surprise being able to escape the grunt's lips; his body thumps to the floor as the redhead showed no remorse.
She watches as Fayath would attempt to render her own partner disabled or unconscious - they would need information from him, after all.

 

[Viabuck]

Dancing along after the two girls, his eyes never leaving his friend and teammate, he would watch the pair disappear into the back room before finding himself being confronted by the bouncer, much as he had expected himself to be. A grin forming upon his face, he figured now would be a good time to test his abilities of mental manipulation against someone who -should- have been an easy target. Being a bouncer never required a lot of actual thought and it was because of that fact that he couldn't shake the notion that this individual should have been pretty easy prey for his mental manipulations that he would attempt.

Waving a hand in front of the man's face, he would utter the words "But I am a -very- important person.. I'm supposed to be back there..", his golden eyes peering into the man's own, attempting to guide the force to cause the man's will to falter in that moment. For a moment he could have sworn he saw the light disappear from his target's eyes only to come back, the blaster being lifted to chest level, a stern glare being paid in his direction. Well that hadn't gone how he had hoped.

"I don't know who you think you're playin' games with, bub, but if you try anymore funny business and don't get to movin' this is goin' between your eyes."

"Well, you had your chance of the easy way."

For a moment the Sith prepared to reach out clutching his hand, preparing to force choke yet -another- person when instead, he thought better of it. Another thought had crossed his mind and it was one that was both clever and a tad bit out of character for him. For you see instead of gripping the bouncers throat, he would instead focus his efforts upon a chair in the crowd, lifting it from the ground via the force and suddenly throwing it high over the sea of people, crashing down on top of a now very angry looking Weequay who had been sitting at one of the dancer platforms.

Just like that? A punch was thrown toward the the Rodian sitting behind him and it was on.. A full scale bar fight that only seemed to be fed more and more by flying chairs which the Sith was more than happy to continuously generate.

"Oh.. Well look at that.."

"If I catch you back there, buddy, I'm shootin' you in tha'face just remember that."

And with the bouncer heading off to try and regain some degree of control, Jorath would stand there for only a few moments longer before quietly making his way back the hallway in pursuit of his teammates who upon his arrival seemed to have the situation entirely under control. Damn it, who was he going to beat up now? With a huff the large Crusader made his way over the red head, moving over next to her and putting one of his massive boots down upon her victims hand, clearly trying to casually break a few fingers.

"Lillieth, do the thing."

With the instruction given, he would direct a glance to the blind Acolyte, her comment regarding the correctness of his target bringing a smirk to his face. "Nope. No I didn't."

 

[Okran]

Nod, smile, giggle....nod, flirt, giggle, and smile. The drugged up dance partners seemed to be more than full enough of themselves to keep the conversation going, Lillieth adding a bit to it here and there to keep it going. With a name coming into play she wasn't familiar with or even for it to be directed for her, there would be an over all delayed response. If it wasn't for her being able to feel the stares coming her way, she probably would of just sat there in silence, looking like an idiot. She gives her head a shake, turning to face them almost staggering out of her seat to play the part of just being overly intoxicated. Her lips would part for a moment to speak, though nothing would escape them as though she had forgotten what she wanted to say, only to have an ecstatic look take over her expression as it comes back to her. "Um...yeaaaah. Night's still young! So much more fun to be had!" the Miralukian utters as she hops up to her feet, stumbling ever so slightly and leaning on Lillieth.

The young lady would appear to not notice a single soul around them as they made their way through the club, up the stairs, comming to a stop in front of the first room. She turns to face them giving a cutsie wave with a "Hi boooys." before carrying along as though nothing had happened. Something felt a bit off among the area, as they continued along their way. Some people in the corridor appearing to have a greater connection to the force than anyone else they had passed by in the club today, the bouncer that would stop for but a moment before ushering them in being among them lot she'd take notice of."Woow. You guys really now how to make a girl feel special. It's so nice in here...away from the eyes of the crowd" she coos seductively, giving her dance partner a cue he would promptly accept.

She gets the message loud and clear as the man makes his way over to her. She makes a mental note to address Lillieth about the invasion of her mind at a later time, her being the only one in the room she figured that would be coming from. As the druggie leans in to press his lips against Fayath's, her extended index finger would stop him as she places it against his lips. A small burp escapes the young woman."Oh my! Excuse me!" she says with a small giggle as her free hand lowers to effortlessly undo the mans belt, sliding it out through all the loops in one swift motion. "I don't think you'll much be needing this..." she whispers to the man as she moves around to his side.

Seeing Lillieth moving herself into action, the Miraluka's foot closest to the man would promptly lift, only to come smashing into the side of the man's knee. A loud snap would echo through the room, more than likely being muffled outside of it by the sounds of the club. As her foot follows through, she spins around on the one still standing, her hand with the belt swinging around to wrap around the mans throat. The way it all went down almost seemed professional, though it was by far beginners luck, though it popped an idea into her mind that she would further think on at a later time.

She gives it a quick tug to cut off his air flow enough to muffle his pained screams to a loud groan. If the bouncer outside were to hear it, it would probably sound like it came from a more pleasuring happening going on inside. Fayath slams her knee into the mans back for leverage as she reels back on the belt. The druggies hands shoot up to tug on the belt, only giving him enough leeway for enough air to maintain consciousness. Her free hand slips down her thigh onto the handle of a knife she had concealed, quickly withdrawing the blade and slamming it down into the mans shoulder. As far as she was concerned, he was subdued, in pain, but still alive for now. The Miraluka flinches ever so slightly as she hears the sound of the mans neck snap. She thought the goal was to keep people alive, not thinking about how they only needed one at the time.

She gives her shoulders a light shrug as her gaze wanders out of the room to see how their hulky third member was fairing on his ventures. All and all, she was pretty impressed at the way he handled getting passed the bouncer. She had expected to see the pair crashing through the door at any minute, but he actually took a none chaotic route. She gives a nod of approval as he walks in, though he would ruin it all as he walks in and breaks the fingers of the dead guy at Lillieth's feet. "...Wrong one there big guy." she states as she gives the blade a twist to get a pained groan out of the guy she kept alive.

 

[Asinine Soup]

Lillieth parts her lips, a giggle escaping the tongue at the entirety of the scenario in and of itself. She'd just killed someone with a smile, and a certain individual losing consciousness - no doubt - thought he was next. Choking and grabbing at air, murmuring his pain from the room as well as his dissatisfaction of being conned by a pair of blue-balling girls, he seems to calm as Jorath breaks a few of his dead-partner's fingers.

*Snap, crunch, crick*

"Music to my ears," Lillieth says softly right before her Apprentice's retort. She smiles at her, then up to Jorath. "Oh, right - the thing." she responds, shrugging lightly. She seemed to be in a very good mood! This was the party life, and as she pirouettes forth toward the bleeding, choking thug, she bends down into a kneel and peers into his eyes.
"So. We can do this one of three ways, and I'll be fair...not all of them end with you breathing, sweetie." she states, smirking and caressing a hand along Fayath's victim's cheek and jaw. Fear struck his eyes, and it fueled the red-head's inhibition.
"One...you can tell me what kind of operation you're running here, what and whom are in the back rooms, and who and where your superiors are... and maybe wake up in a medbay in a few days." she shrugs as though it were the best she could offer.
"Two...you can get five seconds with my friend, here." She cants a thumb backward toward Jorath. "I'd say ten seconds, but we wouldn't want him having too much fun, now would we?"
She could just imagine the grin that would be on Jorath's face at that news. He was likely rooting for option two.
"Three?...Well. I guess option three is a combination of a few choices, because you see, I'll be yanking information out of your skull - memories, information, even things I likely don't want to know -...and then I'll let my loving partners finish you off. So. Play your hand, babe."

By this point, Lillieth was already slowly extracting information from her victim's mind, sneaking through his anxiety and his fear and using those vivid emotions to extract in an inconspicuous manner.
All the while?...A soft grin plastered upon her face is coupled with a slightly widening pair of eyes. Oh, she was excited. What kind of information would she be leaking?

 

[Viabuck]

Standing there looking as menacing as possible, continuing to crunch down on the corpses hand, grinding the heel of his boot down into it, he would peer toward the terrified man, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Option two was seeming more and more like something that he would hold an interest in, he quietly hoped the scared man would crack under the rather unpleasant options that he was being presented with. Knowing full well that Lillieth was likely pulling information all the while, he decided to help stir up a few, putting a fair amount of fear in the man's mind on top of what the red head was doing on her own.

".. Let's not do seconds. Let's do limbs.. For every ten seconds you don't speak up.." Jorath started, making his way over and kneeling next to the man, his hand reaching out and moving in toward his face, his hand moving to physically take the man by the nose, gripping it between his middle and index fingers, squeezing down and beginning to apply a bit of pressure. A cruel smile forming upon his face, it was at this point that the man began to squirm, his thoughts racing, involuntarily disclosing to Lillieth that he was taking orders from a man that he believed to be a Sith. A vision was presented of a male Twi'lek oddly enough, covered in markings, his eyes glowing an odd green color.

Of course given that he hadn't spoken... Well..

*CRUNCH*

Jorath twisted and a scream would have rang out if his free hand handn't immediately gone up to cover his mouth, the Crusader making a 'Shhhhhh' sound as he began to squeeze now on the man's lower jaw, staring him right in the eyes.

"I'm going to rip off your lower jaw next.."

This of course caused an even more panicked response, the man shaking his head and beginning to ramble incoherently, only something about a Twi'lek, an albino Trandoshan, and some human guards being distinguishable along with how they were making him sell the drugs in the first place. For a moment Jorath loosened his grip, raising an eyebrow to Lillieth. Giving her a questioning look, he seemed to be asking whether he should do as he had threatened or not. He had given them information but since when did they leave survivors?

 

[Okran]

The foot of a bored Miraluka taps against the floor as they see to the interrogation of her little captured druggie. There wasn't too much for her really to be doing at this point in time, what with Lillieth doing the "thing", whatever that was, and the giant seeing to a more physical approach. Instead her gaze would wonder out towards the bit of chaos going on in the main section of the building. Bodies, bottles, and furniture continuing to fly all about from enraged guessed, some resorting to using fists like a normal person, and the bouncers doing their best to break up the whole thing. All in all, it was far more entertaining than what was going on right in front of her. It wasn't until the snapping of the mans nose that she realized, she should probably focus on the here and now more. You'd think they would of realized that the man would have trouble responding with Fayath holding the belt tight around his throat, or perhaps the big guy didn't care either way.

The young woman shakes her head slightly at the display before loosening the belt from around the mans throat, swinging it around to rest upon her shoulder. Sure she could have thrown it off to the side, but she liked its style. Some sort of leather with metal studs all along it. Oh yeah, she could definitely see herself wearing it. Seeing as Jorath had a hold on the guy, she really saw no reason to continue standing here. Fayath gives her blade a quick tug to remove the blade from the mans shoulder, making sure to wipe off their blood on their clothing before putting it away. Her foot slam down on the ankle of the mans good leg for extra assurance he wouldn't be trying any escape before turning and sauntering off to find herself a place to sit, choosing the comfiest looking of couches in the back room. A low sigh escapes the woman as she plops down onto the couch, head leaning back to rest against it.

Back to watching the brawl she went, or at least that's what she would have been doing if it hadn't seemed to be getting back under control. "Well darn...that was going to be entertaining." she mumbles as she continues to look around the remaining people for any signs of a fight still going on. Not a thing, though a certain individual would catch her attention. Seemed their old friend the door guard was heading for the stairs now, no doubt heading back their way, he turning here and there as though searching for something."Bouncers starting to head back to the door." she utters nonchalantly as her right leg comes up to cross over the left. She continues on, monitoring his movements as she waits for them to finish up getting what they wanted to known. "...and he seems to be stopping at the room we passed on the way in here with all the weapons and narcotics. Just in case you two were curious." she adds as a small makes its way onto her features.

 

[Asinine Soup]

Lillieth peers up, giving a look as bland as Jorath's questioning visage; she truly didn't care either way, but she felt a reward of some sort was in order. Clearing her throat, she pats the head of the 'captive' after hearing the Miraluka's warning behind her. Lillieth had gotten her way, as she often had, so while the thug was of no further use to her, she didn't exactly care to end his life. That wasn't her decision.
"Good boy," she coos before releasing his head from her grasp, standing unto her feet and peering around the room. She would allow Jorath to do as he wished, taking a mild few steps toward the entrance of the room and back (of course stepping over the corpse she 'created' en route).

"The information he presented was accurate, to his knowledge - we have less time than we have leads, though. What's next?" she assesses, hips seeming to absent-mindedly sway to the music that could still be heard from the dance-floor. She hums lightly, patting her legs to the beat as she peers about the room, then back to Jorath. She hard her own ideas on whether they pursue the back rooms of search of further evidence...better leads...weapons...drugs?
Meh, she could party without hopping on that bandwagon.

She finally pulls herself from her mild dancing reverie before peering toward the door, the action seeming to quiet down as bodies dropped to the floor with thumps and groans of unconscious aliens resonate through the wall. They had limited time, though enough to get their next actions out of the way, depending on the course.
"If we explore the contents of the back few rooms, I'm sure they'll be here by the time we're done, so..."