Open Coruscant Highs and Lows

[Gareth Gin]

Quick-Draw Cantina, Coruscant Lower Levels.
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So many things had happened recently, events that changed the Five Syndicates and the Zaa Fenn drastically, events that forced the White Lion of Zaa Fenn to push his limits and climb the hierarchy ladder of the family he had devoted himself to, he was an enforcer now, a big shot, his name known by friends and foes alike as one of the most infamous criminals of the Syndicate...Yet he was not happy, because even if he was at his best, the Zaa Fenn was going through a tough time, and there was no denying that.

The same things that forced him to take the lead are the ones that made him bitter, the death of the man that brought him to the Zaa Fenn at the hands of the sith, yet not being able to retaliate and having another enforcer update their deal with the damn sith maniacs, who obviously wanted their family to become nothing but the empire's dogs, yet it was still the best course of action since the ISC had also decided to target them and a big group of criminals couldn't stand against a government with their own military, let alone two, specially since, as former allies, the sith would've known about most of their hideouts.

But he still had to do his duties as an enforcer now, he had taken part in making Coruscant their new main place, and he was now the one behind the party that was taking place at the Quick-Draw Cantina, sure, he was bitter about the bad stuff that had been happening to them time and time again, but a party to celebrate not only his rise to power, but also the rise to power of other fellow criminals and scum of the galaxy, was required.

So, Gareth was currently sitting down at the VIP table, wearing a bussiness casual outfit combined with his Matukai gauntlets, which had become his trademark, just drinking from a very expensive glass of Gin as he had a good "view" from the table to the entrance in order to inspect anyone that entered the cantina at that time, flashing a grin to the newcomers as a show of hospitality.

 

[Daria Hel]

Daria entered the cantina. The heavy smell of alcohol and lack of cleaning hit her like every time. One would assume that being exposed to the stink would make you ignore it with time, but alas, thus far, she had been unable to do that.
Entering the room and coming closer, she notices she seemed to be the first one to arrive, except for Gareth. He was as bad at faking grins as he had always been, and the young thief was sure he probably did not remember her either. She had never frequented the bar often, and before he took over as enforcer, she had hardly seen him too.
But now, well, now that he was in charge, she would need to make her introduction eventually. So she might as well get done with that sooner than later.

So she strode towards his table, placing a grin on her face. Arriving, she pointed towards the chair and slant her head slightly to the left. "May I? Or are you waiting for someone special, Gareth?" She spoke in a light tone, as she studied the bind around his eyes. Or rather, there where his eyes should be, it was still amazing to her, how these aliens saw without any true eyes.

 

[Voren Dhur]

In the doldrums of Coruscant, level something-or-other, I was not having a good day. The room I was renting was above some club, or next to it - I don't remember - and by the state of the room, the club surely wasn't going to be much better. Apparently, it was owned by some local criminals, but, well that covered most landlords from here I'm standing. A hotel? Nah. The 'Herald' never cared that much about my conditions - but that didn't stop my thick-headed editor chewing my ear.

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<< Do you know what a contract means Dhur? >> the tinny voice over his comlink was barely audible over the sound of the street outside a dingy looking nightclub Voren was currently calling 'home'.

"Jeez, get off my dude. You got your story, it ain't my fault your proprietor didn't like it." he chuntered back down the line as he opened the door to the bar, and lit a stim, holding his comlink in place by craning his neck and pressing the device between his shoulder and cheek.

<< You need to cut this shit out Voren or we can't keep floating your work. You can't just hack, well, you can't just have a go at the Republic and the Consortium all the time. It's pissing off our shareho - >>

"Yeah yeah ok." he snapped the comlink off and rolled his eyes.

I need a fucking drink.

Taking a seat at the bar, on a plush looking stool, Voren looked around and was somewhat annoyed to see the bar looked a lot nicer than his room did. He sighed, typical.

"Yo," the barman ignored him, and he sighed again. Standing up he walked over to the VIP area, after all, he kinda was a VIP, no? Using the tried and tested method to get into anyone's good books, he opened a worn packet of stims and offered one to what appeared to be a large lion (@Versok), and took one for himself. "Anyone sat here?" he asked, not waiting for an answer as he took a seat.

"Names Vore -" he felt a buzz in his pocket as his comm went off again "...excuse me."

You piece of shit answer the phone. Don't you hang up on me again, I'll end your career you washed up nothing. Get back to Corellia, now. [21:23, Duoday]​

He dropped the comlink into a jug of water that sat in the middle of the table and felt a deep sense of relief.

"You got a light?"

 

[Kara Zaa Fenn]

A large member of the Lower Level Bouncers (LLB) moved to forcefully pull a stranger (@Nor'baal) out of the VIP section, but Kara blocked his way and shook her head. "It's okay, Jax-" she smiled before turning towards the Zaa Fenn enforce (@Versok) and his two guests.

Kara was a fixer and she'd be a particularly bad one if she didn't recognize one of the galaxy's most famous tabloid journalists. Voren Dhurr was what Rynn Run aspired to be. It was probably smart not to give the man something to write about.

A few days ago Kara was promoted to 'ringleader' within the Zaa Fenn Crime Family. She wasn't anywhere close to being adopted into the family and bearing its last name, but she did get an office in the back of the Quick-Draw Cantina and that was pretty neat. Every day she send out scoundrels and enforcers to do jobs from either the Proletariat Bounty Board or she was contacted about personally, just like back on Byblos. She made a lot more credits now than she did back then, though. Guess that was the big positive of being part of the infamous Zaa Fenn Crime Family.

She walked up to the journalist and took one of the stims from the worn packets as she passed him, "Thank you, Voren." Kara took the seat next to Gareth and motioned for the attention of one of the servers. "Agamar Cognac for me, and shots of Hutta moonshine for the table." It had become a Zaa Fenn tradition to take a shot of sewer-riped Hutta 'shine in honor of Preef Callo.

@Nor'baal @Versok @ThisIsHowLibetyDies

 

[K]

The Quick-Draw Cantina. K was not the type to frequent such establishments when she had lived on Atrisia. Mostly due to her age. She was uncertain if the business would extend their hospitality to a younger person such as herself, but the cantina had been suggested to her as a place where she could find an opportunity for some credits. Credits bought food, passage, secrecy. All things that would benefit a ronin on the run.

Stepping into the cantina she stopped briefly at the entrance, her eyes scanning the establishment. The bouncers were big, and the red man in the VIP booth was even bigger. She recognized Daria as well, and would give her a slight nod if their eyes met (@ThisIsHowLibetyDies ). High security doors leading to the back and cameras everywhere. There was more to meet the eye to the place.

K approached the bar, standing before it with a hand rested on the pommel of her swords casually. The bartender was busy mixing drinks and pouring shots that smelled worse than Atrisian sake. K's nose wrinkled ever so slightly as she judged the shot, deciding the only place a liquor that rank should be dumped was down the refresher. It certainly smelled like it belonged there.

The shots disappeared to be taken to the VIP booth and the server turned his attention to K, eyeing her with suspicion, especially the location of her hand resting easily on her weapon.

"Atrisia sake. If you have it." K spoke, and received a raised eyebrow in response from the barman before he began to prepare her drink.

@Eccles @Versok

 

[Gareth Gin]

slowly but surely, people started coming into the cantina. First was a girl that referred to him by his name in quite the casual manner. Was she someone he had talked to in the past? To get here he had to work with so many scoundrels within the 5S it was not a surprise for him that he couldn't remember all of them, but that didn't really matter, Gareth would simply nod and wave at her (@ThisIsHowLibertyDies) "Eh, I guess you can join me, the place ain't too crowded yet, could do with some company" Usually he wouldn't give away seats on a VIP table, but eh, who cares, chances are not many would join this little party. After all, Gareth did mobilize a lot of the people working under him to make sure this level of Coruscant belonged to them, only those that were free at that moment would be able to join withour repercussion.

And afterwards, two people joined one after the other, one of them being someone he certainly didn't expect, what was Voren Dhur (@Nor'baal) doing in the cantina right now? Did the guy want some kinda interview with the newest enforcer of the family or any of the other Zaa Fenn big shots? Well, that didn't matter, Gareth understood that good PR was always welcomed and so he decided to let Voren sit down as the other newest arrival, Kara Lok (@Eccles), took care of the bouncers, giving her a nod and a smile.

"Voren Dhur, yeah, know the name" Gareth said as he refused the stims but lighted up Vhoren's, putting his hand under it before snapping his fingers and having a small flame coming from his hand, casually using the force for something that trivial just to see how the guy would react "So, nice havin' you here Kara, sorry if the party is a bit emptier than you would expect, but most of the boys are working." Gareth explained as he then leaned on the back of his seat and took a big sip from his Gin, his head slightly tilted towards the ronin woman (@Arclight)...Interesting drink choice and he could feel something coming from her...Was she a jedi? He would need to be alert just in case.