Open Social A Crimson Hangover for a Crimson Dawn

[Nymeria]

Some Private Beach, illegally occupied​

MUSIC​

Across the Galaxy there were often gatherings that brought like-minded people together. Sometimes you had a excuse to celebrate, sometimes a reason to mourn, sometimes a call to answer. For the wretched hive of scum and villainy that had gathered at the beautiful beach in the middle of nowhere there was no reason beyond the simple fact that drinks needed drinking, spice needed flowing, and . What had started as a small gathering of a few delinquents breaking into a new beach-side property setup by some unfortunate soul who did not know who his neighbors were, soon swelled into something more as word spread through the ranks of the Crimson Dawn and beyond about the party. With each passing hour the numbers swelled, and soon the gathering was beginning to give Mos Eisley a complex.

Nymeria had played her part in spreading the word, making sure everyone who needed to know about the party knew about it. Things had been going well for them lately, and they were due a celebration. And it would also serve as an great opportunity to rub shoulders with some more of Terra's friends. A pina colada in one hand, a spiced cigara of some sort in the other, she walked around trying to find someone to get into trouble with.

OOC: Open to any character with criminal inclinations and on semi-cordial terms with Crimson Dawn.

 

[Terra Lanris]

"Hey I want to throw a party" Nymeria had said to Terra. Terra had, of course, decided this was a great idea, and immediately gotten on board. Now that she was out here on the beach in her bikini, sarong, and sunglasses, she could most assuredly confirm this was a great idea.

She ordered an appropriately colored phattro with a little umbrella and happily started sipping it down as she made her way over to Nymeria.

This was a great idea. I need to let you talk me into slacking off more often, she said, broad smile on her face as her tail flicked back and forth to the beat of the music playing over the sand.

She squeezed her toes together in the sand, letting her feet dig into the silky smooth sand.

 

[Jurgen Krusk]

Jurgen was already buzzed on something before he stumbled into the party, his blaster rifle drunkenly held in one hand and a case full of something in the other. A nice cigara box, atleast that's what he thought he grabbed from his ship before he stumbled over here. The rings on both of his hands softly grazed the items in his them, the blaster softly ringing as it clacked against the rings. His near knee high raised combat boots softly squished the sand under his feet as he stepped, the bright orange engineer jumpsuit he usually wore making sure anyone who would have missed him didn't. The leather hat he wore certainly helped keeping the sun off his face and complimented the leather trench coat he favored so much. Shame it had fur though, it already was hot and it would just keep getting hotter.

[Szo whosz the one who decided on thisz? Causze thisz isz already one of the beszt partiesz I've been ta in... well forever! Szo let's part-ay!] His voice had a soft mechanical twinge to it, coming through the speaker built into his breather device. He spoke in tognath, that's all he could speak. That was the interesting thing of the Tognath species, their vocal cords could only speak their own language. But it was rather easy to learn and understand. And it was clear this guy was already starting to slur his speech, which would be complimented by him raising a glass to the rest. Yet... it was not a glass. It was a blaster. It was not firing yet, but he had enough wits about him to keep it near incase something went south.

 

[Covax]

Although his meeting with Terra and Mars did not go as he had hoped, it didn't end in a gun fight. A disappointment, and a pleasant surprise. Still, he did not expect to be invited to..how did Nymeria put it? "A gathering of delinquents." Covax wasn't sure what bothered him more. The fact he was invited, or the fact that the info broker had his privet cell number.

So. Dressed in gray sleeveless t-shirt with one of his favorite acronyms printed across the front, black swim shorts, and a nice pair of shades. The towering human made his way across the warm sands towards Nymeria and subsequently Terra. Firstly, to casually greet his host. But mostly cause he wasn't sure what to make of the Tognath just yet. Because, who the fuck wears a jumpsuit AND a trench coat to the beach.

Covax had a frosted glass filled with Spice Runner Hard Cider, which he gave a slight tilt of, as well as a greeting nod of his head. "Not at all what I expected, well done." speaking to the Firrerreon. A nod to not only her party, but the alliance with Crimson Dawn as well. Then to Terra, "Impressive, truly impressive."

@Wit @Phoenix

 

[Yvon]

Yvon wasn't exactly a party person, but they were quickly learning that in order to make it in the "real world" they were going to have to talk to more faces and rub more elbows, as unsanitary as the action of rubbing elbows was. It was for that reason that Yvon had showed up for a Crimson Dawn party that they had heard about through the grapevine of the net. Crimson Dawn was one of the leading criminal organizations in the galaxy, particularly dealing in information and secrets. It was Yvon's kinda thing.

A beach party wasn't however. Yvon had fretted over what to wear for a bit too long before settling on a modest one piece with a floral kimono worn over it. They held a paper parasol idly over their shoulder that kept the sun's harsh rays from burning their face, and a pair of cool sunglasses to keep the sun out of their eyes. What little sun got through would hopefully be stopped by generously applied layer of sunscreen. On their skin, not their eyes.

An outsider, Yvon had come with gifts in tow. A bottle of the good Corellian whisky and a data chip that held some rather intriguing blackmail material on some politicians from the whisky's world. They had of course done a little bit of research before arriving, and already knew that one familiar face would be their.

Yvon walked across the sand trying their best to avoid getting sand in their shoes as they approached Terra and crew. "Hello Terra, I bring a gift." They said without prompting before handing over the bottle of liquor. Looking at the Tiefling woman's companions, Yvon took a moment to read the man's shirt before smirking. "I like your shirt." They said after a moment of awkward silence, hoping to break the ice. Not that the beach had much ice to break except the ice in everyone's drinks.

@Wit @Phoenix @Taz

 

[Bel]

When Bel had gotten word of party hosted by Crimson Dawn, he thought it would be a perfect opportunity to remind the Syndicate of their relationship with the allies within Black Sun. The last party Bel went to was an absolute shitshow, and he was planning on making sure that this gathering would be his redemption. The Zabrak enjoyed socials and clubs anyway- why ruin the fun? This could also be a good opportunity to further the Agent's reach within the Syndicates, not that the Syndicates knew as much.

Upon arriving at the beach party, Bel strolled across the warm sands dressed in black swim trunks tailored with cool looking golden embroidery, his favorite pair of aviators, and decided to wear a white short sleeve shirt to match his swim trunks. These people probably didn't have a clue who the Nightbrother was, and that was hopefully going to change for the better. Deciding it would be nice to introduce himself with a gift of some sort, he decided to bring two bottles of scotch and a few boxes of cigars made from Ord Mantell's finest, setting them down on a nearby table.

"Greetings, guys and gals," Bel chuckled before lighting a cigar of his own. "I bring drinks and smoke as a toast to...whatever the occasion is, heheh." He swore he recognized the man with the tank top ( @Taz ) but he couldn't quite put a finger on any names. "Nice shades, dude. Good taste." There seemed to be a Tiefling, an Echani-looking dude, another well dressed woman, and a Tognath present as well. "Whoever pulled this off knew what they were doing, huh?"

@Phoenix @Arcangel @Wit @Olwin

 

[Khalid Din]

Life had been quite different lately, becoming a prince and all that sounded cool at first but suddenly he was asked to be responsible and actually behave by his family and his brother's advisors. And, unlike back when he was a teenager, he couldn't just ignore it and hope they gave up on him because it would also bring a big headache to Altair...Why did he even make him a prince in the first place?

Well, here he was just yet another scummy nobody looking for a quick buck and a good time, no bootlickers, no gold diggers, no snotty nobles, just him in his element: Surrounded by people that would kill him for two credits. The Tiefling would be wearing an unbottoned Hawaiian shirt and blue swim shorts, an impish smile on his face as he arrived with a very expensive bottle of whiskey he had stolen from the royal palace "Aight, let's get this party started!" Khalid stated, soaking in the sun for a moment as he looked about, only really recognizing those that had made a name for themselves but people here seemed cool enough overall, hopefully it would be a good time.

 

[Jurgen Krusk]

The alien slowly strolled over to the prince he was absolutely oblivious was royalty and slung the blaster rifle over his shoulder. His steps were slow and spaced out as he tried fishing for a cigara from the box. It was rather full of them, all of different kinds and flavors, and he pulled a rather fat one out. From his coat he pulled out a blowtorch and flicked the end until the hiss of flame reached out. He put the end of the cigara in and lit it, before turning the blowtorch off. Even while buzzed it seemed he knew how to work his tools.

[Hey man,] his voice slightly slurred, [want some good shit? I think I got this one on... oh it was Rodia I think. Or maybe Trandosha? I don't really remember, what I do know is this one is rather hearty, it sneaks up on ya. Go ahead, it's on the house.] The large male slowly slid the cigara he had between his pointer and middle finger to the tiefling, his head turning towards the smaller male. The tubes softly crinkled and stretched as his head turned, his black eyes staring down to the other being.

His coattails slowly swayed in the breeze, something he felt against his ash grey skin. It seemed that the breeze picking up slowly brought him to his senses, to be honest Jurgen didn't really know if he was hammered for a while, or just lightly buzzed, or even hung over. To be honest he was here to just have fun. And it seemed this new Tiefling who showed up would be fun to talk to.

[My name is Jurgen,] he slurred his words slightly less now, [Jurgen Krusk. Whats yours? And I gotta say dude, the horns you have are absolutely badass.] His free hand slowly pointed up towards the other beings head, his pinky sticking out and doing circles in the air as if circling them.

@Versok

 

[Covax]

Covax got a polite but dismissive smile for his efforts of trying the break the ice with the broker and her boss. So with a cock of his head and a shrug of his shoulders he decided to move on. Fortunately for the towering human, he didn't have to go far.

Reaching out and grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the Echani. Then popped the top and took a pull. "Mmm..mhmm.." he groaned and then swallowed. "Thank you, and thank you." He said with a nod of the bottle neck and a playful wink. Which was still covered by his shades. "Thanks, got'em at a shop on 1313." He said toward the Zabrak. Then returned his attention to the fare skinned gift giver.

Looking them up and down a moment. "I like it. The umbrella really...really....it looks good on you." He said with a circle of his finger. "Covax" reaching out his hand to take their's. Perhaps for a shake.

@Arcangel @Charles

 

[Acklay]

Mars had never really been a party kind of gal. Sure, she enjoyed the occasional drink, and yes she liked to sit and hang out with friends, but she rarely ever found herself attending stuff like this unless she was explicitly invited. She knew Terra would be showing up here though, so the cyborg woman had taken the time to riffle through her closet and find something that was at least adjacent to appropriate beachwear. She didn't really swim.

The slicer arrived wearing a set of lightweight overalls over a bandeau top paired with closed toe boots. Her black hair was worn half up and half down, with the up half tied up into two cute little space buns. Mars came bare-faced and let her metallic arms shine under the sunlight.

"Hey Terra," Mars greeted, her lips curling up into a smile as she entered the tiefling's field of view. Her dark eyes switched over to Nymeria, and she offered the woman a similar greeting. "Hey." She acquired a vodka from the bar. "Mars. We might have met?" The woman looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

Mars would also nod in the direction of anyone else nearby.

tags: @Wit @Phoenix

 

[Ezra Thorne]

“I’m literally where you told me to be,” He said with a huff as he plodded through the beach, “I don’t need this bullshit. My droid is who knows where and I’m tired of your shitty directions - hello? Hello?!” He yelled into his nalphone before he dialed a few things. Ezra Thorne would never admit it, but he was lost. He was dressed in a designer button down, khaki shorts, expensive sneakers and a chrono worth at least a 100k credits. He also had on a flashy aurodium necklace, a few expensive studs in both ears, a sport hat he wore backwards and designer shades.

“I’m straight up not having a good time, bruh,” Ezra spoke into his phone as he chewed his gum and heard music. He grimaced as he put his phone away and walked over to investigate. He could spot a group of people - misfits more like it. His gaze was immediately drawn to a dude in a trench coat. Great, now he was face to face with the Sunshine Slasher that would cut him open and sell his organs on the black market.

Ezra had been so proud of himself for giving his security detail the slip and getting away with a few friends. They had jumped into a janky boat and decided to go for a joyride. Of course, none of them actually knew how to operate a boat, so the thing capsized and they all floated in different directions. Ezra, of course, had managed to grab onto the only floating piece of board off the boat, leaving his friends to fend for themselves as they swam for their lives.

The last coordinates his buddies sent were past this beach, which meant he had to cut through this party to get there. He tried to discreetly walk through, doing his best to attempt casual. Normally he would stick out like a sore thumb, but the serial killer gave him the cover he needed. Hopefully.

@Wit

 

[Jurgen Krusk]

Jurgen's black eyes immidiently spotted the sucker well before he was near the group. He could know a good mark even with the distance between them. He looked like a rich kid, anyone could see that from a kilometer away, yet as he got closer this kid obviously came from money. Not just any money, major money. An absolute yuppie, given a silver spoon from birth and not knowing anything else. He began to step forward to this lad, even as Covax was near them. He held his blaster rifle in one hand, the barrel held to the ground yet his finger right below the trigger guard. He was already intimidating due to his height and build, yet the way he moved and stood made him even more so.

[Your holo...] his voice rumbled, the language he spoke slightly distorted by the vocalizer built into his mask. He stood up to his full height, standing three inches higher than the smaller being and looked as if he could simply pick the smaller lad up and bench press him. [...it looks rather nice. So do those shades. Here, let me take care of them as you go off to do whatever your doing. I'd hate for you to... loose them.] His hand readjusted on the blaster seemingly without thought, but he made sure to signify it was there. He was not threatening the kid, not by a long shot, it was just to remind him of what situation this was. A mugging.

Jurgen then leaned his head back and stared down his mask at the kid. [And I would hate to ask you again.] Those glasses would look good on him, and that holo could certainly fetch a pretty price. Maybe he would sell it, maybe he wouldn't, Jurgen didn't knew. He was smirking an evil smirk under his mask, he knew atleast by his first move he had all the power in this situation. He then slung his blaster rifle over his shoulder and crossed his arms, the flaps of his jacket opening up and revealing rows of construction tools. Screw drivers, hammers, a crowbar, all sorts of instruments thst could really hurt someone. But again, this was not a threat. Merely reminding the other that it would be unwise to say no. It would be a shame if something happened to his pretty face.

@Wit @Sreeya

 

[Nymeria]

MUSIC​

"About time you accepted my wisdom for what it is," Nymeria replied to Terra with a grin, clinking her own glass against hers, "the secret to a happy life." She wanted to say more, make a joke about increasing her cut of jobs, but they were interrupted by some of the party goers coming over to greet Terra. She was the big shot here after all, so Nymeria let them share greetings, till Juno greeted her as well. Nymeria was good with faces, and names, in her line of work that was a skill you had to rely on, so she recalled the slicer from another little shindig from a few years ago.

"Takodana, the party with the idiots getting shot. Juno, right?" As Juno got herself a vodka, Nymeria raised her glass in greeting, and realizing that her glass was empty, jumped onto a thought that jumped into her head, now that a fair few had gathered. Flagging down another reveler who had somehow been relegated to server duties, likely due to whatever debt he owned to Terra, or Juno, or someone here, she placed an order that he ran off to collect. She turned to Juno and Terra with a not too innocent grin on her face.

"So," she asked Terra as the man returned with a tray loaded with shot glasses, each with a mesmerizing purple flame burning across the surface of its contents, "I bet you've been in a few shoot offs, how about a shot off?" More trays were brought forward, plenty to cover the group, but she realized they could do with a few more.

"You," she called out to the new arrival, wondering for a moment if he was even old enough to drink, but noticing the elfin ears and realizing that neither could you really tell with sephi, nor was she his mother and obliged to care, "pretty boy! Here, now, please." She beckoned with two fingers, unaware of whatever the sunshine slasher was trying.

@Phoenix @Sreeya @lizziie @Taz @Arcangel @Olwin

 

[Terra Lanris]

Welcome, make yourself comfortable, she said with a wide smile at Covax (@Taz), lifting her drink in "toast" to him as well.

Yvon (@Arcangel) arrived shortly thereafter, a pleasant surprise. It hadn't been long since Terra had seen the Ecahni, and she was confident that they could still find business together going forward. The slicer handed over a bottle of liquor a moment later after announcing there was a gift, and Terra continued to smile.

Well, thank you, this is quite generous. We'll put it to good use, she said, though she recalled Yvon was no fan of alcohol or she'd have offered to share it directly.

Hey Mars, glad you could make it, she said (@lizziie) as the other slicer arrived. Of those here she was closest with Mars, and having a blooming friendship to add to the mix was always a nice thing.

Terra took up Nymeria's invitation (@Wit) and slammed back the first shot before looking over at the kid she'd called out to. Her eyes first swept to him then to the... guy he was talking to. Why was he dressed in full combat getup? Terra reached over to grab her purse and her eyes flicked over to the Blue Stars mercs who were providing security around the edges of the party area... the proverbial "bouncers" if you would. After all, at the end of the day this was a Crimson Dawn party, and Crimson Dawn had enemies. And she didn't know this heavily-armed man.

 

[Covax]

The moment he heard the voice, the hairs on the back of Covax's neck stood up and a chill ran down his spine. "Excuse me." He said, putting the pointer finger of his free hand up. Then leaned to get a better look and the kid who suddenly found him way into the beach party of criminals and cutthroats.

"How...why....no...no no no." He stammered. "No, don't...you dumb son of ah..." he continued. Then marched toward the masked moron stupid enough to try and mug the son of one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy. He switched the whiskey bottle to his off hand. Freeing up his droid arm.

He pulled on the man's rifle, yarding him back, then twisted it to she sling pressed on the hose of his mask. "I know your species isn't known for it's intelligence. But are you really that stupid. Do you not realize who this kid is?" Covax started to grumble into the alien's ear. Then looked toward Ezra, "You heard the lady. Over there. Now."

If the thug tried to resist, Covax would be more than pleased to take this up a notch. But he was hoping the foolish man would realize exactly who the very stupid kid was. "Here, have a drink." Offering the bottle.

@Sreeya @Olwin

 

[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra quickened his pace as he realized the Sunshine Slasher was making a beeline for him. However, he didn’t move fast enough and the guy stood right in his path. Ezra knew he was in deep poodoo, a grimace appearing on his face as he stared up at the guy. His eyes popped open as he spotted the rifle he held. Who brought a rifle like that to a beach?! What the hell did he stumble into?! As he had largely grown up in ISC space, he never experienced warfare and he only saw guards with guns. This guy was clearly a terrorist of some sort.

Though he was terrified, externally Ezra appeared calm, his face largely stoic, “This nalphone’s got multiple layers of encryption on it. It’ll be a useless brick to you,” He said flatly as he pointed the phone at the man’s face. Being the President’s son added some perks and security measures. He had pressed a button that would scan his face and immediately upload it to a watch list as a threat without him realizing, “And my shades are custom fitted to my ears,” He pointed at his fluted ears, “They wouldn’t work with your face,” Ezra crossed his arms over his chest and glared, “And I dunno the rest of what you said.”

Within seconds, several of those present would hear notifications and chimes on their comlinks as a new target was uploaded to both the local authorities and the bounty list. Ezra kept his cool as he stared at the terrorist until someone called him over.

“I’ll give you this watch though so you don’t shoot me,” He said as he took it off and tossed it over. Ezra stared blankly at the man that stepped in to interject. He was surprised anyone recognized him out here. Covax would see some painfully familiar eyes looking back at him. However, unlike the ones he had seen before, these ones weren't laced with malice. And he wouldn't get that cold chill down his spine. Instead, he saw hints of fear giving way to gratitude. Ezra nodded and quickly shuffled away towards the ladies as told.

@Olwin @Wit

 

[Acklay]

"Ah, right." Same place where that insufferable slicer called Ham, Hex, Hell - whatever - had insulted the host's security ten feet away from her. Mars wasn't really sure if anything ever came from that, nor did she care. "Ah, Mars, preferably." The cyborg had been going by her last name for so long that hearing anyone speak the word rubbed her the wrong way. Not that she blamed Nymeria for it, though she found it a bit odd considering nearly everyone here knew her as Mars. The woman must've looked into her at some point, she figured.

"I'm down for shots," she chimed in, plucking a glass off the tray and raising it in Terra's direction with a smile as the tiefling greeted her. "Yeah, figured since you were coming I might as well drop in." The two had worked together several times, and they'd gotten drinks more than once. Terra was probably the only person here Mars could seriously consider a friend. She then threw back the drink, letting it burn down her throat before she set the glass down and turned her head toward the commotion not too far away.

Her eyes found what looked like a teen. He looked strikingly similar like she'd seen him on the HoloNet before. Nymeria had already called him over, but it looked like the pretty boy was in the middle of a standoff between Covax and some tinhead toting a gun.

"Who brings a rifle to a beach party?" Mars snorted, turning to look back at Nymeria and Terra with her eyes already rolling. After Ezra wandered over to Nymeria's beckon and at Covax's stern command, the cyborg would offer him a nod up while she studied him for a few seconds. She couldn't quite place it, but he did look damn familiar. Oh well.

"How many more fights before the party's over, you think?" she asked of the people around her as her eyes peaked back over toward Covax and Jurgen. Her money was, of course, on the man she knew.

tags: @Wit @Phoenix @Sreeya @Taz @Olwin

 

[Yazz]

With a strong gust of wind, Yazz blew into the beach. The excitable Yazzum was springing with unmatched energy as he broke into a stroll. A small brown knapsack loosely strapped to his back held his most important worldly possessions, while a small rolled-up beach mat fit snugly under his left arm. There appeared to be some commotion ahead which didn't phase the small fuzzball in the slightest.

Given the fabulous weather, it was likely just a polite beachgoer warning the others of the importance of proper skincare routines to avoid turning into a crisp. @Taz @Olwin @Sreeya

The large mucus bags under his eyes inflamed under the heat, only furthering his own conviction. Stopping briefly, Yazz could only think to offer assistance of his own as he pulled out a small bottle of lotion from the bag. Wheezing into his arm before correcting himself, he squirted some of the creme sunscreens into his palms before starting to rub himself down over the exposed skin while standing just off to their side.

Oh Kriff this is SPF30, I knew I should have gotten the other bottle. "Excuse me do you happen to have any better quality lotion, I'm looking for treasure and can't be.." the Yazzum broke out in another hearty, full-chested cough before spitting out a mouthful of phlegm before continuing. "...caught in the sun for too long or I'll be baked!"

 

[Zhaan Duran]

Zhaan'd strolled onto the beach scene wearing more or less what he usually did, with a few modifications. The man wasn't overly fond of the beach and sand and whatnot, but he still went for kinda-sorta blending in. A white v-neck t-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, flip-flops, and his ever-present gunbelt lest someone forget what his job was. Slapped atop his head was his usual wide-brimmed hat arranged at a rakish angle to keep the sun outta his face.

At least didn't bring a whole-ass trenchcoat. That was the fast track to smelling like leathery, sun-cooked bacon that'd been marinating in week-old gym socks. Oddly specific, but that's probably 'cause of the mighty whiff Duran got as he walked by a being wearing just such a trenchcoat and lugging an antique blaster rifle about. "What in hell?" he muttered to himself before getting to somewhere with drinks and ladies about.

"Ladies," he greeted Terra, Nymeria, and Juno, removing his hat to do so. He added a "Howdy," to Yvon, and sat himself down to relax and have a nice drink. About which time his 'pad beeped an alert. Zhaan looked at the alert, then slowly lowered the pad to look at the situation between some silver-eyed rich-looking somebody and the leather-bound wonder. Now, rich kids weren't uncommon at mob parties, but their faces were generally known and they tended toward having bodyguards around, so...

"Three at least," he answered Juno, sipping a whiskey on the rocks. It had some kinda paper umbrella in it, so you could tell it was a beach drink and not just a regular whiskey.

@Phoenix @Wit @Arcangel @lizziie

 

[Khalid Din]

Khalid looked up and down at the alien that approached him (@Olwin )...How was the dude not melting under all those layers? Did their species live in a fucking volcano or something? Well, he did not care even if he was kinda perplexed by it,. What he did know, however, is that he had been offered drugs that not even the guy know what they were, so Khalid grabbed the cigara and took a bit of a sniff to discern what it was.

As the resident stoner of the family, Khalid had known and tried most spices and drugs in the galaxy, but he always told his brothers to never try shit of unknown origins without ascertaining what it was because it could potentially ruin their lives. Thankfully, this was a lesson that his brothers took to heart as far as he knew, they would never take something they didn't know and potentially end their professional careers, surely! (@Sreeya )

Khalid did know what it was after a quick sniff though, just your standard means to get as high as a kite, so he simply smiled at the Tognath and nodded his head before taking a good puff "Well, they are as pretty as they are effective, so I am proud of 'em for sure" After saying that, the Tognath left the conversation to try and mug a kid before Khalid could even ask why he was wearing all that junk, so he simply approached the rest of the group.

Leaving the expensive whiskey on a nearby table, Khalid would see the interaction between Covax and Jorgen unfold alongside the others "Y'know, that species seems ta have a propensity ta be shot during your parties" He told Nymeria (@Wit), remembering the good old times back on Takodana...If Jurgen was smart, he would not pick a fight with a Nar Shaddaa legend, but he kinda hoped he really, really wasn't.