It's time we offer out 'protection services' to the underworld premier nightclub on Eriadu. What? There's already a gang active in that sector? Huh? No I think you misheard. The 'Boogaloo Club' will be under our protection by tonight. I don't care what you do with anyone that tries to stop you. Blast, recruit, seduce or bribe them if you must.
Distant music reverberated through the streets under the moonlight on Eriadu...
Tresshk once again found himself standing by a building he had no intention of personally visiting in his lifetime, and once again on Eriadu. The tall lizard was waiting out for his 'date', one Marissa Hesse, who he assumed might have him hung by his entrails if he ever referred to her as such out loud. Still, the thought made him chuckle. The two of them WERE going to the esteemed Boogaloo Nightclub together, and whether or not the patrons would be ready for them, the two would be...-dressed to kill-, so to speak. Licking his lips at the thought, the trandoshan fully planned for this night to be filled with fun, one way or another.
He didn't quite know how to read Marissa, the human woman had her own aura of certainty about her, and yet she was at the bottom of a totem pole in a system both of them knew was a thin line between promotion and death. Safety was never expected, victory or not, and they were playing the dangerous game of expansion now. Hesse, or 'the Boss' as Tresshk often mentioned her as, was looking to make moves for her little crime family. She wanted Zaa Fenn to rise in the Crymorah Syndicate, and when the trandoshan had crossed her path she seemed to take enough interest to invite him on board with her not-so-little scheme. In all honesty, Tresshk had no belief that this move was the best for him or what he wanted, he'd already been burned before. He knew what Hesse saw in him, and it wasn't a friend, ally, or even likely an equal. He knew he was a savage trandoshan to most, and he embraced it. She likely just saw him for the work he'd managed to do with Preef, and the young muscle he could provide the Zaa Fenn. It didn't matter to him, though, Tresshk loved to play the game, and if it would be the death of him one day? He would die having gotten all the thrill and excitement he could.
Despite his action-seeking nature, the trandoshan had never really seen the nightclubs as his scene. Seedy nightlife and the enjoyment of alcohol? Sure, he could appreciate that, but the trandoshan didn't dance, not in front of anybody else at least. And hitting on the ladies? He'd never met one adventurous enough to even consider coming home, not ones that weren't too drunk for his tastes anyways. Still, despite all of that, the trandoshan had actually cared enough to get himself done up, as much as a scaled killer could. Rather than his normal tight one piece spacesuit and bandolier full of deadly devices, the trandoshan now wore a fur-frilled jacket and ripped denim. He kept the sheening gold ring in his right horn as usual. It certainly wasn't fancy, but it made him fit the scene. Hidden in the jacket was his trusted sidearm, in case it was needed, but other than that the large male trusted his more natural affinities for fighting to be plenty enough to do his work. Checking the holopad on his watch then, he looked up and back to the approaching woman, giving one unmistakable Marissa Hesse a wide grin of his pearly-white, well maintained killer teeth, glancing over her with his reptilian gaze.
"You look sstunning tonight, Bosss. I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead." He chuckled at his little joke as he offered an arm, though he didn't honestly expect her to take it. The pulsing lights and thumping beat of the music emanated from the building just ahead of them, a place where Marissa intended to make a scene. Subtle or outright, the two of them would be marking this place as Zaa Fenn territory tonight. And given the fact she had chosen the deadly trandoshan enforcer to come along? He assumed Marissa had a high expectation for the latter.
@Nightfall @Marissa Hesse
Distant music reverberated through the streets under the moonlight on Eriadu...
Tresshk once again found himself standing by a building he had no intention of personally visiting in his lifetime, and once again on Eriadu. The tall lizard was waiting out for his 'date', one Marissa Hesse, who he assumed might have him hung by his entrails if he ever referred to her as such out loud. Still, the thought made him chuckle. The two of them WERE going to the esteemed Boogaloo Nightclub together, and whether or not the patrons would be ready for them, the two would be...-dressed to kill-, so to speak. Licking his lips at the thought, the trandoshan fully planned for this night to be filled with fun, one way or another.
He didn't quite know how to read Marissa, the human woman had her own aura of certainty about her, and yet she was at the bottom of a totem pole in a system both of them knew was a thin line between promotion and death. Safety was never expected, victory or not, and they were playing the dangerous game of expansion now. Hesse, or 'the Boss' as Tresshk often mentioned her as, was looking to make moves for her little crime family. She wanted Zaa Fenn to rise in the Crymorah Syndicate, and when the trandoshan had crossed her path she seemed to take enough interest to invite him on board with her not-so-little scheme. In all honesty, Tresshk had no belief that this move was the best for him or what he wanted, he'd already been burned before. He knew what Hesse saw in him, and it wasn't a friend, ally, or even likely an equal. He knew he was a savage trandoshan to most, and he embraced it. She likely just saw him for the work he'd managed to do with Preef, and the young muscle he could provide the Zaa Fenn. It didn't matter to him, though, Tresshk loved to play the game, and if it would be the death of him one day? He would die having gotten all the thrill and excitement he could.
Despite his action-seeking nature, the trandoshan had never really seen the nightclubs as his scene. Seedy nightlife and the enjoyment of alcohol? Sure, he could appreciate that, but the trandoshan didn't dance, not in front of anybody else at least. And hitting on the ladies? He'd never met one adventurous enough to even consider coming home, not ones that weren't too drunk for his tastes anyways. Still, despite all of that, the trandoshan had actually cared enough to get himself done up, as much as a scaled killer could. Rather than his normal tight one piece spacesuit and bandolier full of deadly devices, the trandoshan now wore a fur-frilled jacket and ripped denim. He kept the sheening gold ring in his right horn as usual. It certainly wasn't fancy, but it made him fit the scene. Hidden in the jacket was his trusted sidearm, in case it was needed, but other than that the large male trusted his more natural affinities for fighting to be plenty enough to do his work. Checking the holopad on his watch then, he looked up and back to the approaching woman, giving one unmistakable Marissa Hesse a wide grin of his pearly-white, well maintained killer teeth, glancing over her with his reptilian gaze.
"You look sstunning tonight, Bosss. I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead." He chuckled at his little joke as he offered an arm, though he didn't honestly expect her to take it. The pulsing lights and thumping beat of the music emanated from the building just ahead of them, a place where Marissa intended to make a scene. Subtle or outright, the two of them would be marking this place as Zaa Fenn territory tonight. And given the fact she had chosen the deadly trandoshan enforcer to come along? He assumed Marissa had a high expectation for the latter.
@Nightfall @Marissa Hesse