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This thread takes place directly after the commission meeting. It's a no-death, no-capture social thread for a single participant besides myself.
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After the commission meeting Davik had returned to his penthouse with a tipsy mind and a heavy body, having had too much to drink and way too much to eat, he made his way through the brightly lit corridor and if it wasn’t for his uncomfortable shoes keeping him awake, the brandy would have had him sleeping on the floor already. A holo-communicator was buzzing in his pocket, but as he tried to reach for it he swayed dangerous to the other side of the corridor and decided to let is buzz until he was safe on his couch. Luckily he was only three, two, one step away from his door and as it slid open the pissed Davik remembered something “Jana! Go get me some coffee!” he yelled as the door closed behind him. He heard footsteps rushing to the kitchen as he stumbled towards the living room “and put some Bantha milk in it!”
Kicking off his shoes he was just about to let himself fall on his big comfortably couch when he spotted the Chiss woman sitting on it uncomfortably with a glass of his Corellian brandy. “Well, who the bantha are you?” he slurred his words as he tried to wrap his brain around this surprise. The Chiss frowned, “I’m Lorna Chal, we were playing pazaak until you had me imprisoned here as a household slave” she said with plenty of anger in her voice. Davik stared at her for a moment “Oh. Right. Welcome to the family.” he said absentmindedly “JANA!”
“Yes yes you drunk buffoon” Jana responded as she rushed back with his cup of coffee. “You do realize your datapad is buzzing?” she continued and pointed at the datapad sticking from his pocket after handing him the coffee, but Davik was distracted again as he took notice of the curves on his slave “I’m just happy to see you” he winked, but in doing so lost his balance and fell on top of the Chiss that also got the hot coffee on her shirt and yelped in pain. “You bastard!” she cursed and quickly took off her shirt to prevent her skin from getting burned, much to the enjoyment of the drunk Davik. “Ah yes! Now I remember you!” he laughed as he held the now empty cup into the air “JANA! Where’s my coffee!? Do I have to get the taser out?”
The Chiss gasped “Is that another word for-“ but was interrupted by Jana “no,” she said lifting her hair and showing the slave collar “I just forget it’s there sometimes”. Another gasp, and a scowling look towards Davik later and the Chiss was covering her bare skin with a cushion and started walking towards the door, but Davik was having none of that. “You leave and you’re dead tomorrow, Lorna Chal.” and if that had been said by anyone else, the Chiss might have ignored it. But on Nar Shaddaa there’s one truth and that was that cartel members always spoke it. Didn’t matter he was drunk and might not remember it in a few hours, but the Chiss didn’t want to take the risk that after years of saving up credits for her freedom, she’d be dead not even a week into it. Defeated by fear, she quietly sat down on the couch again and remained silent. Jana disappeared into the kitchen again as Davik struggled to get the datapad out of his pocket, but when he saw what the message contained his eyes grew wide and he motioned to Lorna “Get the giggledust from that box over there, I need to sober up” he said in a serious tone and his eyes told the Chiss that the man was suddenly regretting his indulgence in food and drink. By the time Jana returned with a new cup of coffee Davik snorted a line of giggledust up his nose “Woah! That’s good for the senses right there” he said and quickly followed up the sensation with some coffee before he motioned for silence as he read the message again, and again, before he turned to Jana “Jane, what do you make of this:”
“Dear Davik, attached to this message is your confirmation for the lease of several bulk freighters to be signed for upon their arrival at a Nar Shaddaa spaceport at your choice.” he read it out loud with raised eyebrows suggesting he still didn’t understand what was going on. “Did I lease a small fleet the day before yesterday when I was, you know, testing the Kessel merchandise?” he asked Jana, carefully reframing his spice binge of which he remembered absolutely nothing, but Jana shook her head “No, I made sure your datapad wasn’t in reach. Someo-“
“wait-“ Davik interrupted her “here’s another message: Davik, you must’ve received confirmation by now. Make sure you’re at these coordinates at the specified time. M” Davik blinked a couple of times trying to figure out who M was and why he would need to fly a fleet of freighters to a bunch of coordinates close to.. the Daedalus. “p.s. prepare for passengers”
“Who’s M?” Lorna asked “where does one sign up?” she continued, her interest clearly piqued.
“I don’t know” Davik replied without taking his eyes from the screen, “but I know someone that does.”
He grabbed his holocommunicator and pressed a few buttons with sober accuracy. This wasn't a drunk dial, as he would never dial the number of a Hutt for anything but business. Truthfully, there wasn't anyone else he knew that could possibly shed some light on these strange messages @Nor'baal
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After the commission meeting Davik had returned to his penthouse with a tipsy mind and a heavy body, having had too much to drink and way too much to eat, he made his way through the brightly lit corridor and if it wasn’t for his uncomfortable shoes keeping him awake, the brandy would have had him sleeping on the floor already. A holo-communicator was buzzing in his pocket, but as he tried to reach for it he swayed dangerous to the other side of the corridor and decided to let is buzz until he was safe on his couch. Luckily he was only three, two, one step away from his door and as it slid open the pissed Davik remembered something “Jana! Go get me some coffee!” he yelled as the door closed behind him. He heard footsteps rushing to the kitchen as he stumbled towards the living room “and put some Bantha milk in it!”
Kicking off his shoes he was just about to let himself fall on his big comfortably couch when he spotted the Chiss woman sitting on it uncomfortably with a glass of his Corellian brandy. “Well, who the bantha are you?” he slurred his words as he tried to wrap his brain around this surprise. The Chiss frowned, “I’m Lorna Chal, we were playing pazaak until you had me imprisoned here as a household slave” she said with plenty of anger in her voice. Davik stared at her for a moment “Oh. Right. Welcome to the family.” he said absentmindedly “JANA!”
“Yes yes you drunk buffoon” Jana responded as she rushed back with his cup of coffee. “You do realize your datapad is buzzing?” she continued and pointed at the datapad sticking from his pocket after handing him the coffee, but Davik was distracted again as he took notice of the curves on his slave “I’m just happy to see you” he winked, but in doing so lost his balance and fell on top of the Chiss that also got the hot coffee on her shirt and yelped in pain. “You bastard!” she cursed and quickly took off her shirt to prevent her skin from getting burned, much to the enjoyment of the drunk Davik. “Ah yes! Now I remember you!” he laughed as he held the now empty cup into the air “JANA! Where’s my coffee!? Do I have to get the taser out?”
The Chiss gasped “Is that another word for-“ but was interrupted by Jana “no,” she said lifting her hair and showing the slave collar “I just forget it’s there sometimes”. Another gasp, and a scowling look towards Davik later and the Chiss was covering her bare skin with a cushion and started walking towards the door, but Davik was having none of that. “You leave and you’re dead tomorrow, Lorna Chal.” and if that had been said by anyone else, the Chiss might have ignored it. But on Nar Shaddaa there’s one truth and that was that cartel members always spoke it. Didn’t matter he was drunk and might not remember it in a few hours, but the Chiss didn’t want to take the risk that after years of saving up credits for her freedom, she’d be dead not even a week into it. Defeated by fear, she quietly sat down on the couch again and remained silent. Jana disappeared into the kitchen again as Davik struggled to get the datapad out of his pocket, but when he saw what the message contained his eyes grew wide and he motioned to Lorna “Get the giggledust from that box over there, I need to sober up” he said in a serious tone and his eyes told the Chiss that the man was suddenly regretting his indulgence in food and drink. By the time Jana returned with a new cup of coffee Davik snorted a line of giggledust up his nose “Woah! That’s good for the senses right there” he said and quickly followed up the sensation with some coffee before he motioned for silence as he read the message again, and again, before he turned to Jana “Jane, what do you make of this:”
“Dear Davik, attached to this message is your confirmation for the lease of several bulk freighters to be signed for upon their arrival at a Nar Shaddaa spaceport at your choice.” he read it out loud with raised eyebrows suggesting he still didn’t understand what was going on. “Did I lease a small fleet the day before yesterday when I was, you know, testing the Kessel merchandise?” he asked Jana, carefully reframing his spice binge of which he remembered absolutely nothing, but Jana shook her head “No, I made sure your datapad wasn’t in reach. Someo-“
“wait-“ Davik interrupted her “here’s another message: Davik, you must’ve received confirmation by now. Make sure you’re at these coordinates at the specified time. M” Davik blinked a couple of times trying to figure out who M was and why he would need to fly a fleet of freighters to a bunch of coordinates close to.. the Daedalus. “p.s. prepare for passengers”
“Who’s M?” Lorna asked “where does one sign up?” she continued, her interest clearly piqued.
“I don’t know” Davik replied without taking his eyes from the screen, “but I know someone that does.”
He grabbed his holocommunicator and pressed a few buttons with sober accuracy. This wasn't a drunk dial, as he would never dial the number of a Hutt for anything but business. Truthfully, there wasn't anyone else he knew that could possibly shed some light on these strange messages @Nor'baal