Ask Plot Eriadu Eriadu Boogaloo

[Tresshk]

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

 

[Marissa Hesse]

As far as Marissa was concerned, the Zaa Fenn it seemed had not so much fallen but rather slipped away into the Eriadu criminal ecosystem, and from the Syndicates by extension. Their lone little base offered enough to keep the ball rolling, but to be making meetings there with those outside the family was a sure fire way to see them raided before this whole little venture could get off the ground. What they needed was a front, well respected, and well patronned would make it all the better. While she and Preef were still new to the planet, the locals already knew just the place to target: the Boogaloo Club.

This was a first, she’d rarely had a gunslinger by her side other than Preef Callo, and he’d proved himself to her more times in the past than she could count. If anyone was family to her in this whole business, it would be him. Tonight though, she had along a new face. Tresshk had seemed plenty competent, she’d met enough muscle in her life to pick the good from the bar at this point. But tonight he’d have quite a part to play,

“Well I’ll be sure to leave some of them for you then” she flashed a confident smile in return, the trandoshan had certainly brushed up better than expected, and indeed if words became worse then it’d be on him to really knock them down. She herself though was dressed to draw an eye, sophisticated and certain, she was not here to mess around. And with a holdout blaster tucked beneath her shirt she had no plans on being taken by surprise,

“Well, let’s flash some credits and see if we can’t get ourselves some attention in there” that the Zaa Fenn were stepping up again hadn’t been publicised in any real way until now, their visit tonight unannounced. The plan? Splash some cash and see if they couldn’t get an owners attention. From there, they could ‘negotiate’, with Tresshk there to offer a little more persuasion to change their protection to her own outfit instead. With the front up, they’d be ready to get their real work underway.

Stepping up to the club door she laid her hand on it before looking back at her trandoshan companion,

“Shall we?” and throwing it open.

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

“The way I turn headss is more physical...and it makess this sssatisfying ssnap.” Tresshk chuckled, nodding then to Marissa as she took the lead, and he was happy to let her. She was the star attraction of the show, the one that would do the talking. He was there to help others listen, if they weren’t so inclined to be cooperative. As the two walked in, there was a decently bulky human at the door, who seemed to size Marissa up, and then her entourage. Though the man’s professionalism seemed to hold, assisted by the glasses covering his gaze and any potential reactions, he certainly did not move to stop or question the two. They passed the bouncer with ease.

“This isn’t really my scene for entertainment, tssk, nowhere to have a good go at sssomebody. Still, the dancers are sscertainly nice on the eyes, unlike all these lights.” Tresshk said with his ever-present grin of deadly teeth, said eyes moving quickly around the room, but perhaps lingering a bit too long on some of the ‘staff entertainment’. Still, he tagged along with Marissa for now, not minding the gazes he was getting, or bringing to his boss. Their pairing would certainly be an odd one, especially on Eriadu where Tresshk’s kind was far from a common sight. He seemed to possibly be a body guard, many could assume. Others would figure the two were more closely tied, given where they chose to come to, but none would really guess what the two had planned, unless someone in here recognized the human woman. Regardless, they already had people talking, and that would only take so long to spread along the grapevine. Now all they needed to do was get the proper attention of the owners...one way or another.

“I know the point is to catch eyess with credits...but how much am I allowed to sspend? Buying every dancer for the night would certainly be a trick, and I would persssonally appreciate it.” Tresshk said as he followed the Zaa Fenn forewoman to the counter centered in the large room. A cute, blue twi’lek girl was stationed there, giving off a large smile and waiting for an order from the two. Her skin seemed to match the reverberating lights throughout the dance room, as did her chining smile. She did much less well to hide her reaction as she looked between the two, but nevertheless waited patiently for either to speak.

@Nightfall @Marissa Hesse

 

[Marissa Hesse]

Leaning up against the bar Marissa caught the bartenders attention as the twi’lek met her gaze. Over the din of the music and the echoing hubbub of voices it was almost hard to talk, but she gestured up to the top shelf toward a very particular bottle of Mandalorian Tihaar. Tihaar was a spirit that was particularly difficult to come across these days given the state of the Mandalorians, if anyone was even still making the stuff they kept it very secret. And that gave it a price, and a mystique unlike anything else. The twi’lek gave her a look with her eyebrows, as if to ask if she was sure. Marissa nodded with a cool smile,

“Money is no object, not tonight” she said casually to Tresshk in reply “just don’t offer to but the whole bar. But buying the whole bar a round...” she looked up at the trandoshan, even if she had worn heels he would have towered over her. And yet, she didn’t seem the slightest bit intimidated. Looking back at the bartender she whirled her finger around to the room, the deal was done.

As shot glasses appeared done the length of the bar, Marissa calculated the cost in her head. It wasn’t cheap, but all of tonight was a calculated risk. As soon as the place was theirs, she wagered, they’d have all that and more back in days. And as patrons swooped in to take their drinks, she looked up above the dj in the back to see the polarised window overlooking the place she had no doubt was the boss’s office. It’d take a little more to bring him out of his den,

“So enjoy yourself Tresshk, just don’t get too carried away before we get the job done” like watching the dancers all night, implied but unsaid. Dancing, drinking, and flashing the cash, that was all more than acceptable. And if there were any way to know someone better, this would be it.

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

“Hehssk, is that sso? You’re giving me a dangerouss weapon, Misss Hessse. I’ve never had deep pockets before.” Tresshk spoke, his raspy voice chuckling with that deep reptilian noise that cut through the chatter. He made sure to stay close to Marissa as her prime purchase attracted quite the crowd of ‘friends’, each eager for their portion of freeloading and a chance at an exotic taste of one of the finest and rarest alcohols in the known galaxy. He kept a casual enough demeanor, but his presence made sure the woman wasn’t swarmed, though her own air of confidence kept her in control it seemed. Tresshk trusted Hesse to be able to handle herself, and this place wasn’t too dangerous that showing money would put her in the wrong thief’s sights, at least not until after the partying was through. He was there because his stature and his kind demanded attention, and attention was what would get them a seat at the table.

The trandoshan made sure to get his shot of the special mandalorian brew, and it seemed clear to him this was a warrior’s taste. It had an oddly relaxing chill to it, a chill that mixed in with the hard burn, something to test one’s resolve before giving them a smooth calm. It was unlike any liquid he’d tasted before...and added a little more confidence in his belly. He grinned then, beginning to step away from the crowd at the bar.

Tresshk knew his boss’s flaunt of cash would have the attention she wanted, eyes were on her and her trandoshan compatriot now. However, Tresshk knew that wouldn’t be quite enough to get the watchers above to make a move. Marissa’s display was well within the rules and fun of the place, but Tresshk had other plans for fun, plans that would make the owners have to decide.

The girls they’d hired had their dance routines and were sticking to then even as they lost audience members to the scene at the bar. Tresshk knew they weren’t to be touched for any reason, in any way. It was security for them, to stop any cocky drunks from harassing them. The trandoshan planned to put this to the test, but from a different angle than being a generic assholish brute.

“Care to dance?” The tall male grinned and offered a long arm to a theelin at work on her stand, who just looked from him to the human woman he had left. She didn’t seem too amenable to breaking the protocol, especially with a dangerous alien stranger. However, the flashing of some very valuable credit chips would have the entertainment second-guessing, glancing up to the tinted booth above, before taking Tresshk’s hand. The offer easily made up for the menial credits she was making as a dancer, and it seemed everyone here wanted to party, so why not join in on the fun for THAT many credits? Taking a breath, she was pulled along with Tresshk, he moving with her with some surprising competence. Who knew the trandoshan could dance?

His actions were more than just for fun, however, and it put the management in a tough position. If they allowed the slight transgression of their rules to go unabated, they would show that they weren’t really in charge here. If they wanted to put a stop to it, they’d call for an intervention, and as soon as they acknowledged the pair? Marissa and Tresshk wouldn’t be leaving here without a talk. If they wanted to stop the two then they could call them up. Or they could make the mistake of trying to have the two thrown out, which wouldn’t hinder their chances of getting that meeting, whether or not a bouncer had to lose a few fingers to get the message across.

@Marissa Hesse

 

[Marissa Hesse]

(A little music for us as we go)​

At first she thought she’d lost her lizard like attendant for the night. And as the lights continued their show and the music grew louder and louder, she must admit it didn’t phase her in the slightest. Not initially anyhow.

Marissa only partook in the first little fireball that was the shot of Tihaar, but she kept drinks flowing after that, getting her face out there and quickly the talk of the bar, if not the dance floor where Tresshk and the dancer seemed to have stolen the show, with hoots and hollers rising up from the crowd, especially with all the liquor she was seeing get into them. For any bar something like this would be a blessing, a night that would cover a weeks work and guaranteed little extra for everyone involved. But the actions had the desired effect eventually. Between her position, and Tresshk’s boundary pushing, it wasn’t long before Marissa felt a tap on her shoulder as she stepped away from the dance floor.

She was met by the smiling face of a female Devaron dressed in what Marissa considered a rather garish outfit of explosive colours and patterns, an open smile revealed her fierce canine teeth at the front,

“Now who do we have here? A new regular I’m hoping to hear” she laughed as she spoke, her voice scratching like sandpaper, too many death sticks in her younger days perhaps? She was flanked by a suited duros: security, evidently. By all accounts then the plan had worked, this was the boss. In which case, it was time to get to work,

“Marissa Hesse, a pleasure” she extended her hand to the owner with a wide smile. If she had fangs to bare herself now would have been the time. The owner though ignored it and threw her arm around her instead, and began to lead her to the back and a behind the curtain to a private room. Marissa looked back to catch the eye of Tresshk, it was time to start this little conversation. However, it was the duros security that stepped over to Tresshk now, clearly to address that little infraction while the boss was away.

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk's eyes left the pinkish Theelin girl and looked back to Marissa, watching her move off towards one of the back rooms with an eye-catchingly dressed, older Devaronian woman. He moved to bid the dancer goodbye and leave her with the flaunted credits, only to feel a hand press to his chest and push him back to the dance floor. Tresshk looked down then to the Duros that seemed to want and try his luck with the Trandoshan, his cold red stare somehow showing a cocky gaze even as his lips stayed muted in a light frown. He crossed his arms, staring up at Tresshk, who admittedly made this well-sized enforcer look like a peon. It only made the Duros more so think he could make an example of the scaled scoundrel.

"Choy? Do u tinka u do unko? U bolla ateema, mo u ouchy tee-tocky, reptilo sleemo." The Duros spoke in almost a robotically gravelly voice, and slowly a sharp-toothed smirk came across his muted expression. There was a moment in the air, as the crowd watched on with a maintained awe of entertainment at the seen, the drinks keeping grins on their faces, like it was all some show for their enjoyment. And earnestly? Tresshk couldn't help but feed into that. Marissa wanted to send a message, right? And in the moments, Tresshk's eyes got his own look of the blue, round-headed alien, looking him up and down. Seemed to have some years behind him, but he certainly wasn't wise in age. He showed off some scarring across his head, having been in fights and making it out with confidence still. But most importantly to Tresshk was a circular, almost tribal pattern made out of tentacles going across his neck. Tresshk didn't recognize it so much, but he instantly knew WHAT it was, he had one of his own in a much more private location. It was a tattoo, a gang tattoo, probably to some local chapter or group, likely the one that laid claim to this area, and this nightclub specifically. A grin came back across Tresshk's face without a word, which subsequently made the Duros growl. He reached to his hip. Tresshk reached faster, and with one hand still around the shocked dancer, the other went to the Duros's neck, lifting him up into the air with ease. A few people in the crowd shrieked, but most of them cheered, and the music muffled it all regardless. The bouncer at the door caught the scene, however, starting to move up only for Tresshk to reach over the Theelin and into his furred vest, pulling his pistol from the inner holster and pointing it directly to the slightly rotund human. He shook his head with a hissing chuckle.

"Tsssk tsssk tssk. I wouldn't do that if I were you." Tresshk spoke with a wide grin of sharp teeth, the dancer now running away and behind her stand with panic once his grip was off of her. The human put his hand up, and Tresshk quickly ran his eyes over the human's form. No tentacle tattoo that he could see, and the type of gang this was clearly had them out in full display, to make sure others knew. He nodded towards the door then, giving the bouncer his choice, and the man took it, leaving the scene with his life an no fuss. Tresshk turned back then to the Duros he had suspended in air, choking and grasping at the scaled forearm. As he reached back down for the blaster at his side, Tresshk snarled and hucked the Duros into a lit-up pillar, blue-ish green residue of alien blood trailing from the back of his head on impact. The Duros man groaned, weakly coming to and feeling for his gun once more, only to have a Trandoshan fist smack across his face, and again, and again, leaving him limp jawed and bruised. Tresshk finally spit on the male, giving him a glare that declared his survival lucky, if not temporary, to Tresshk not caring to escalate this further...-yet-.

"Tee-tocky newpa ka tinka nek do grancha." Tresshk hissed, pushing the knocked out Duros's body over on his front. He reached down and grabbed the holdout pistol, putting it up into his powerful bite and snapping the blaster nearly in two. He spat out the pieces next to the Duros, before stepping off towards the meeting room. Sure a scene was caused, but that was all part of the end goal anyways, and most of the unruly crowd was either too drunk, too entertained, or too uncaring to make much of a real commotion. He supposed he'd find out if he was in trouble when he joined Marissa's little business conference.

@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

Marissa took a seat in the back room, the sound of the club muted as the Devaronian joined her on the couch. Though the Duros had left, they were not alone. A human with some level of cybernetic augmentation stood at the rear, watching over the scene,

"Now" the Devaronian started firmly, clearly in no mood to jest now she was away from the crowd "I don't see many make a scene like you while you're here. so what do you want? because my guess is it wasn't the Tihaar" her eyes didn't leave Marissa, the lighting rolling colours across her skin as the guard stood impassively behind her. The opening gambit had got them attention, clearly. It seemed to Marissa there was no point in playing that game anymore,

"I've heard that your security is run by the Vortex gang, am I right?" her eyes flicked up to the guard, who remained silent. Professional,

"Overpriced, ineffective - " the Devaronian looked frustrated, breaking their silence in an outburst,

"My security can do its job particularly effectively, I'm sure they'd be happy to show you because if this is really what you came here about, I don't have time for it" she went to stand up as the cybernetic human moved toward Marissa. Marissa didn't even flinch. For as the Devaronian opened the curtain to the club she caught sight of the Duros on the floor and Tresshk standing tall above them,

"Ever heard of the Zaa Fenn?"

@Rorren


(OOC - Sorry for the delay!)

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk cracked his knuckles then as he looked back to the doorway, seeing it open and placing his dirty work on display for the associates of the meeting. Tresshk gave an almost cheeky smile, though a part of him wondered if he was in trouble for his actions. Even if he was...The duros had it coming, he’d stand by that.

He walked forward then, even with his hand covered in the Vortex gang member’s blood, as he glanced to eye the large cyborg in the room. Tresshk folded his arms then, looking back to Marissa and giving a brief nod towards the man. It was a clear yet subtle message; did she want him dealt with as well? Augments or not, Tresshk thought he could put this guy down in a heartbeat, and keep him down if he tried to get backup. His eyes also glanced over the devaronian then, and the furred woman would almost see the hellfire in those amber eyes, the pension for destruction and death.

@Marissa Hesse

(All good, I’m a patient man)

 

[Marissa Hesse]

Marissa couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto her face as she saw Tresshk finish with the Duros and wander over to meet her, looking up at her new ally and giving him a rather pleased nod as the Devaronian still took in the scene. It was stark, brutal, and sent the obvious message they needed to send: your security is not good enough,

"I do hope that they weren't in charge of your operation here, because it seems like my companion here has rather taken control of the situation" she spoke calmly as the club boss coughed meekly, mouth agape, before turning back to her. Marissa waved Tresshk inside, and closed the curtains once more as the four took their place inside the backroom once more,

"I don't like being muscled in on. And neither will the Vortex" she stated, her stunned look turning to a mix of frustration, and disappointment,

"Because yeah I remember the Zaa Fenn, Shere ran that little family into the ground. Vortex, Orange Haze, all taken over since then. So what, you takin' up a dead name and going to try and scare me with it?" she rattled back at the pair. For her part, Marissa looked slightly bemused the whole time, waiting to reply,

"Rumours of our demise have been greatly exaggerated. Even if the Vortex won't like it, it seems clear enough to me they can't offer anyone of any real ability to protect you here. We can"

That was when she nodded at Tresshk to move on the Cyborg. One last demonstration to sell themselves.

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk couldn’t help but grin when he heard the older devaronian owner speak back to Marissa, knowing the defiance would quite possibly lead to another demonstration, he favorite kind of demonstration. Getting the confirmation from Marissa, he turned to the large cyborg with a wicked grin, and the large man readied himself. Tresshk swiped with his left hook, the man quickly ducked, his fake eyes reading the movement. He swung hard into Tresshk’s midsection, a very hard spot to miss considering the sheer size of the trandoshan, and he didn’t. The swing impacted right into the scaly wide, almost sounding like it hit a pad, and it had a similar effect to if the punch had been against a practice bag, Tresshk didn’t so much as budge as he just grinned down at the man and chuckled.

“You sure do have a lot of gizmoss in that head of yours. They make you faster, don’t they? But you’re ssstill just a man, tsssk, and unfortunately for you, you’re in my Boss’s way.” The trandoshan spoke quite condescendingly, grabbing the arm that had hit the punch on his gut. He twisted it with a spine-chilling crunch, and no amount of augmentations would stop the pain from registering in the cyborg’s brain as he cried out, Tresshk letting go and allowing him to recoil back. He sneered over the man, only to suddenly get a back-handed fist that sent Tresshk flying back into the wall, his darker blood flying out across the desk and onto Marissa’s dress as Tresshk slumped some against the wall, and the cyborg got to his feet triumphantly.

“I think the best thing you’re ‘little‘ trando friend will make for the Boogaloo is a new rug, maybe some nice thigh-high boots as a gift to Miss Hesse here. And a reminder not to kark with the Vortex-.” The cyborg began, only for a pot to fly across the room and smash over his head.

“That arm ain’t real...damn it hitss hard. Real kriffin hard. Shoulda led with that! Hehssk, maybe you’ll get another one to replace that floppy right hand you have. But then again, what a wasste that would be. All the money on prostheticsss...for a dead man.” Tresshk spoke, up on his feet again. He ran his long forearm across his lip, wiping the blood away as he began to walk forward towards the Vortex guardsman. The man swung again, but this time the trandoshan was prepared. He feigned right, and the analytical brain put up the arm for a block for a strike that didn’t come. It came around and smacked hard across his face, sending the sensors in his brain for a whirl. Tresshk took that time to grip the fake arm as he had the real one, planting a foot firmly to the man’s shoulder. With a roar in his throat he pulled as he pushed, circuits sparking and metal tearing apart as the prosthetic was ripped from its socket. With a snarl, the arm was swung to crack across the man’s face, breaking his jaw with far more blood than he’d drawn from Tresshk. He pulled the male up to his face, opening his teeth and gripping the cyborg attachment over his eye. What happened next was a gruesome sight, likely to make at the very least the devaronian look away and feel quite sick. He walked back over, pulling the glass that had been set out for the club owner and bring it up to his mouth. He spat out a mouthful of wires and unsavory residue into her drink, placing it back in front of her then.

“Leavess a bad taste in my mouth. Tsssk.” He growled then, his tongue flicking out and rubbing over the lump on his lip.

@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

As she watched the melee break out in front of her, and the two hulking fighters begin to duke it out in front of herself and the Devaronian, she couldn’t help but glance over at the clubs boss. While they had clearly seen plenty of people thrown out, perhaps even some jacked up on too much spice and especially violent, this proximity to it certainly appeared to be something new to them.

That, it seemed, might work in the Zaa Fenn’s favour.

Still, she had to admit the splatter that struck her dress was hardly something she had hoped to get from tonight. She’d wave down a soda from the bar afterwards to get the stain out. Perhaps, she thought, though he was clearly effective, it may be worth asking Tresshk to tone it down slightly, depending on the client they were approaching. For tonight though, the rather brutal display seemed to have the intended effect. The devaronian was horrified. Mouth agape, she looked away and to Marissa, whose cool demeanour remained unbroken,

“I’m sure you can understand why one would seem such violence to be on your side” she said, lifting her happily electronics free drink to her lips, taking a short sip before placing it back down,

“Do we have a deal?”

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

“Misss Hesse, you wound me! I’m not such a violent creature, I jusst do my job damn well. Hehehesk...Wouldn’t you agree, devaronian? I’d had to have to do more work.” Tresshk chuckled, picking some frayed wires from his teeth. He licked across his eerie smile to clean it up some, even with his maw covered in the blood of the now deceased Vortex gang member. His words likely weren’t so true, and it seemed he was fully aware of that fact. Maybe he wasn’t some raging reek of a trandoshan, but he -certainly- had a proclivity for violence, and enjoying the job that he did so well.

“You just tell any guessts that this lovely lady wouldn’t want around to beat it, tsssk, we’ll take care of the rest.” Tresshk added then as he placed his hand on the back of Marissa’s chair, watching their endeavor coming to fruition as the devaronian woman shuddered some and lowered her head, giving a light nod of acceptance. What other choice did she have? The Vortex gang certainly wouldn’t make any effort to help her, if they even came back to avenge their comrades and reclaim this turf.

“What are your terms then? Will I still own my business? What of payment?” She sighed, opening her eyes to look up towards Marissa across the desk, steeling her gaze of the bloody aftermath around them.

@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

Marissa often wondered if her image would ever serve to intimidate others. But she knew in this moment, with Tresshk towering behind her now following his display, there would be few who wouldn’t be intimidated,

“The place is still yours to run as you see fit. Obviously for providing the security to the venue the Zaa Fenn will take a modest cut, but nothing that will bankrupt you, I assure you” she took the last sip of her drink as she finished up her statements, they’d be done here shortly,

“And of course, should we have use of your rooms, storage, the clubs name and reputation... we shall be allowed to” it was a clean deal, one that they held the power in now, that could be altered later should they need it to be so. The Boogaloo Club was theirs.

The owner swallowed heavily, there was little more to do now. Breathing deep they stood up, looked over at Tresshk and Marissa before speaking up,

“It will be a pleasure to work for you, Ms Zaa Fenn” she nodded and took her leave. Marissa stood as well, looking back to Tresshk,

“An evening well spent” she said, pleased with the nights events “I’ll make a call, get those two sorted out before the nights over. Go and enjoy yourself” she flashed a smile his way. Credits were still no object, and he’d clearly earned his keep. And perhaps, a place in the family.

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

“You’re too kind, though I’m going to the resstroom to, hsssk, ‘clean my weapons’. Hehehessk.” Tresshk commented, and while the words may have normally been some kind of innuendo, his grin full of residue from the fight made it clear the trandoshan had a surprising care for hygiene, to keep his winning smile in peak condition.

“If you have anymore trouble, jussst holler. I’m sure our new asssociate is smarter than that, though, issn’t she?” The large lizard commented then, giving the devaronian businesswoman a telling glare that he wouldn’t go easy on her should she try and double cross his boss. With that he stood fully, using his foot to kick the cyborg’s body aside in order to stride out. He would shoot the theelin dancer a wink, who would look back with severe uncertainty, but she kept up her routine as Tresshk headed to get himself refreshed.

One way or another, this night had been worth his while, and there was so much more ahead of him to enjoy the festivities. Maybe he could get used to this life, but the trandoshan held that thought as he ran his head under the restroom sink. Getting comfortable had cost him nearly his life last time, he had no plan on trusting the Zaa Fenn to not do the same to him. He had his own work to focus on, this was just a way to het him to the point he needed...he couldn’t waver his course.

@Nightfall

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