Queen of the Stars

[Jira]

The Star-Queen
Crew: 500
Passangers: 3,000
Nar Shaddaa - Taris
Status: In Orbit of Nar Shaddaa
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(OOC: Alright, this is my first RP post. Go easy on me, and give me pointers. I want this to be free-form, so mix it up as much as you like)

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It was one of the largest ships in orbit of Nar Shaddaa. It was also one of the ugliest. From what he could gather, Jerod determined that the Star-Queen was at least two hundred years old. Whatever government owned it probably had squeezed every ounce of firepower out of it, and promptly sold it to refill their war chest. Regardless, the ship had character, and it was the only reasonably priced transport.

His third-class quarters were cramped, and decorated in the lavish style that only the Hutts could appreciate. Sickly-sweet incense were being pumped in through the vents, and Jerod had to fight off nausea while he scribbled down more notes on his datapad.

A message came through the ship's intercom, "The Star-Queen will shove off in two hours." It was repeated in Huttese, and several other languages that Jerod couldn't recognize.

The message had broken his chain of thought. Jerod put the datapad down on the desk, stood up, and walked over to his bunk. He reached underneath the small bed and pulled out his backpack. Rummaging through it, he made sure that the artifact was still there. Even though he was alone, he was too paranoid to pull it out to observe it. Instead, he simply ran his fingers over the carved surface. For a brief moment, he felt that familiar, faint whisper.

Jerod shoved his backpack underneath the bunk again, still wondering what to do with his prize. He decided it was best to not think about that until he arrived at Taris. For now, he decided to prepare for a night in the Star-Queen's various bars and nightclubs.

In the shower, he wondered what Imperial Security would do if they found it.

 

[Rags]

The old selkath walked aboard. He had just got permission to put his swoop bike in the cargo bay while his ship stayed on Nar Shaddaa for repairs. He was carrying two black leather carryon's. He retreated to his room dropping his bags in the room. "The Star-Queen will shove off in two hours." blared from the intercom in many languages.
He walked down to the lounge.

A servant droid asked him what he wanted and he answered in Huttese "A glass of water with ice."
A minute latter he had his water. He sat down on a couch updating his holonet page. " On the Star-Queen, heading to Coruscant to help orphans. "
He read the holonet news as he waited. He rested his eyes as he waited.

 

[Livgardist]

That was one ugly-ass ship.

Considering the Star-Queen's status as a pleasure barge, its blaster-burnt outside seemed an inconsistency. It looked like a giant gray whale carcass tied to the docks of the Vertical City as a warning to other whale carcasses floating through space, the mercenary mused to himself. Of course, being the badass mercenary that he was, Uncas was there for business, not pleasure, and so the charisma of the whale carcass boat didn't much matter to the Zabrak.

Simply put, omebody wanted somebody else dead and their possessions stolen, and Uncas had been hired to see that happen. It didn't seem to weigh down the conscience of the young mercenary ("Trust us, the victim is a bad man") as he cheerfully hummed along to a song on his Pony Talkman while boarding the ship.

"Revvin' up your engine, listen to her howlin' roar, metal under tension, beggin' you to touch and go.... Hiiiighway tooooo the Mando Zone, riiiiiding to the Mando Zone..."

The interior of the ship, fortunately, looked better than the exterior, with art deco decorations lining the walls and ceiling, and red, gold-trimmed carpets covering the floors. Looking down on his gold-weaved ticket, his cabin was in 2nd Class, on B Deck. He joined a steady stream of fancily dressed people of all kinds of alien races going up the enormous and wide stairs to the B Deck. He saw bith, humans, fishfaces, squidfaces, even a wookie and a slug or two (Hutts). Soon he stepped out of the bottleneck and hurried his way through the corridors to the door with the number B404 on it.

He stopped, stared at the number, and then looked up and down the corridor for a moment before pulling a grease pen out of his pocket. Quickly, he drew two S's after the number.

B404SS

He hurried inside, closing and bolting the door behind him.

The cabin was large, but not as large as the 1st Class cabins, and had incense vented into it from the AC units. Yuck. A large glass window on the outer wall gave a massive view of space.

"The Star-Queen will shove off in two hours."

"Hiiighway toooo the Mando Zone!" Uncas hummed as he sat down by the bar, pulling out an envelope from his pocket. Tearing it open, out of it he pulled a simple holographic photo of a man in a white suit, with shirt and tie. His long hair and somewhat barren facial hair made him look like a wimp. Uncas tucked it into a pocket, stood up, and stepped out of his cabin. Time for a drink! He made his way towards the nightclubs on C Deck.

 

[Jira]

"The Star-Queen will shove off in one hour."

The message was so loud that Jerod fell out of his bed. Rubbing his eyes, he got up, and shuffled into the bathroom. He ran a comb through his hair and through his thin beard. If the blaring intercom didn't break the news, the loud hum of the engines warming up gave it away.

Oh the joys of third class. Jerod thought to himself. Cozying up with somebody in first class was his top priority.

To that end, Jerod finished his grooming, and slipped into his thick, crimson robe. It was an item of comfort, but Jerod also figured that women found men in robes intriguing. With everything in order, Jerod stepped out into the corridor.

In the final hour before launch, the ship's corridors had filled with beings from a thousand different worlds. Givin, Whiphids, and Rodians all scrambled to get to their quarters. The occasional crew member would walk by, ignoring the clamor as if they were in a trance. Before he stepped out, he saw a brain jar connected to a spider droid scuttle by. He heard it mutter something unintelligible at him as it rushed by.

Jerrod stepped out and braved the torrent of passengers. Keeping with the rhythm, he walked down the corridor until he came upon an information desk, manned by a protocol droid.

Jerod approached the desk, "Excuse me, where might I find food and drink?"

The droid, which was as old and decrepit as the Star-Queen, replied, "The Star-Queen has twenty-five restaurants, six cantinas, and three casinos. Shall I list them?"

"No need," Jerod shook his head, "What's the most popular casino? I might as well find some entertainment as well."

"The most popular club is Xizor's Palace, it is located in the Star-Queen's main hangar. It never closes."

"Perfect. Where is the nearest turbolift?"

"Take a left at the end of this corridor," The droid replied almost instantly, "Follow that corridor till the end, and take a left. Take the turbolift to the D-Deck, then simply follow the sign. This information will cost you fifteen credits."

Jerod's eyes grew wide and he opened his mouth to object. He stopped himself, figuring that security would know if he didn't pay up. He begrudgingly pulled a credit chip out of his pocket and slipped it to the droid. As he walked away, he thought he heard the droid chuckle.

 

[Rags]

He drank down his water as the occasional first class passenger would enter the first class lounge. He would have bought third class but his friend insisted that he bought Seponda first class. A human dressed in a crew uniform walked in and handed everyone a panflet. The panflet was a map of each floor and the certain bonus of first class. A message came in through the commlink. "1 hour till shove off."

 

[Jira]

On his way to Xizor's Palace, Jerod ended up meandering through the bowels of the ship. Just by observing the blast marks on the corridors, and the old computer terminals, he was beginning to write a thesis on the origins of the vessel in his head. For a moment, Jerod thought about paying for another trip from Taris to the Star-Queen's next destination just to learn more about the vessel. Then he remembered the artifact in his room. He had to figure out what to do with that artifact. His shifting focus brought with it a pang of hunger and thirst; it was time to eat.

Meanwhile, the Engineering crew was priming the reactor. Since they were so occupied, the agent managed to sneak into the coolant control room with nobody noticing. The room was filled with three, hollow columns, which pumped an enormous amount of florescent green material into the engines. Having experience with this sort of thing, the agent knew that the engines would disintegrate at hyperspace without coolant. In front of these green columns sat an old, lone computer terminal. This part of his job would require precision. The moment that he required no interruptions, was the moment that a Gran engineer walked in.

"What are you doing here?" The Gran asked, drawing his blaster.

The agent turned around and stood silently. The Gran took another step towards him.

"You're not authorized in this area!"

Before the engineer could speak for a third time, the agent pulled a knife from his belt and threw it, hitting the Gran in the center of his chest. He grew pale, gawked at the wound, and fell over dead. The agent retrieved his knife and stashed the body in a nearby plasteel container.

Without any interruptions, the agent pulled out a bomb from his satchel, along with his datapad. He stood their for a moment, calculating the precise time at which the bomb would need to detonate. With the precise time calculated, he opened the service panel on the engine coolant control computer and secured the bomb. He closed the panel and reached for his comlink.

"This is Crusader-One, the device has been planted." The voice on the other end acknowledged, and the agent left to wait for the fireworks.

Jerod entered Xizor's Palace through the upper-level cantina. Before he ordered, he decided to scout out the main attractions. Following the signs, he made his way to the upper-level balcony that overlooked the Casino. The massive den of vice occupied the entire hangar. By rough estimation, Jerod figured the space could've held up to twenty-five stunt fighters in its prime. From the upper-level balcony, his eyes were drawn to a fifteen-foot-high statue of Prince Xizor, made of gold and electrum. the rest of the hangar was filled with gambling tables, and a massive, illuminated dance floor which was placed near the main hangar bay door. The blast door was open, and Nar Shaddaa could be seen. Hundreds of people were already dancing. Both sides of the dance floor and casino were flanked with bars and dinner tables that ran the entire length of the hangar space. A heavy techno beat pulsed incessantly as if it were the heartbeat of the ship, rattling the metal plating on the walls. Exotic dancers gyrated to the beat in cages suspended from the ceiling.

Jerod felt that he should eat before descending into the madness below, and he went back inside. Much to his pleasure, the sealing door behind him snubbed out most of the heavy, industrial beats from below. Presently, he was the only person at the bar. A protocol droid, identical to the one that he encountered earlier, shuffled out from the kitchen.

"What can I get you sir?" Said the droid in a chipper tone.

"Start me off with a Corellian whiskey on ice," Jerod picked up the menu off the bar, and looked over it, "I'll also have an order of the devil prawns."

The droid shuffled back to prepare his order. While he sat there, Jerod heard the hum of the engines grow louder, and felt a shift in the Star-Queen's lumbering momentum.

"The Star-Queen has launched." The announcement was met with uproarious cheer.

The Star-Queen
Nar Shaddaa - Taris
Comm Channel: Open; On Standby.
Status: Departed.​

 

[Rags]

As Veponda got up and clapped as the announcement came on. He left the first class lounge walking to a cantina. The closes one Xizors Palace. He walked into the bar and sitting down his only other occupant a human male. He ordered a glass of Tarisian Wine sipping it slowly. He just hopped something wouldn't go wrong.

The ship was old but not to old. He nodded at the human. "Can I get you something." Veponda asked?
He sipped his wine waiting for a response. Slow music played through out the cantina as he sipped his wine. He waved over the droid ordering a nice salad.

 

[Jira]

Jerod was completely zoned out by the time a Selkath sat down next to him.

"A salad is an odd choice for a place like this." Jerod stated to the Selkath with a grin.

The droid shuffled back out, with a bowl of steaming crawfish in one hand, and a short glass of iced whiskey in the other. When the droid placed his order on the bar, Jerod took a hearty sip of the whiskey, and cracked one of the abnormally large, blue prawns in half.

 

[Livgardist]

Uncas on his way to the bar gradually found himself straying from that destination, as several colorful signs told of Xizor's Palace, the ship's largest casino. Now, aside from women and alcohol, gambling was one of Uncas' largest vices, and so almost subconsciously, he found himself turning his way towards the gambling den instead. A lot of people had already headed there after the opening of the casino now that the Queen had departed. Most of them wore expensive dresses and tuxedos, telling tales of fortunes won, and no doubt lost. Uncas didn't see this as much as he saw the slot machines. As he stepped inside the casino, tuxedo-less, he rubbed his hands together, and thought to himself; [o]Alright, let's get rich![/i]

He walked up to a table and dropped a hundred credit chip to the Black Jack dealer, who dealt him some cards. He watched as the man flicked his own cards, and he played the game quickly. Moments later, the dealer took his money, and said: "I'm afraid you lost, sir. Would you care to try your luck one more time?" Uncas let out a huff, turned around and walked over to the bar, muttering under his breath words about "stupid card dealers" and "immoral parcel of highwaymen and robbers". Like his old man told him before he left this shitty world; The right dealer can make ya, the wrong one can break ya... Bloody cheaters and galloots, the lot of them...

Sitting down, he almost angrily plopped his lightsaber on the bar next to him, as if it were his girlfriend. A man stared at it, but after an angry glare from the mercenary, he left the bar and wandered off. A droid came up to him, wiping down the bar disk in front of him. His metal parts were hidden by a black vest and a red bowtie, which together almost made him look like a parody of a human bartender. But his politeness was on par as he asked;

"Can I get you anything to drink, master?"

"Johnny Vader." Uncas muttered, chewing down some chili covered peanuts from a bowl the bartender droid left behind. As the droid left, he shouted after him; "And don't water it down, bucket brain!" He looked around, and his eyes fell on two fellow bar patrons. He nearly fell off his chair in surprise when his eyes fell on the human part of the duo, a man with long, slightly curly brown hair, and a thin beard, intelligent eyes and... He realized the man, together with his Selkath partner, were staring at him. Faking a big and embarrassed grin he scratched his neck while laughing awkwardly.

"Sorry, gents. I'm not...err...used to seeing fishf....err, I mean, Selkath so far from Manaan." Fortunately, saving him from the awkwardness of the moment, the bartender returned with his whiskey, which he gracefully took and emptied in one sweep. "One more, and make it snappy! Chop chop!" He told the droid. Finally recovering from the surprising twist of fate, he turned back to the duo, and continued, seeing his target's robes, with his efforts to make conversation; "Are you a jedi, sir?"

(Oran didn't tell me I'd have to fight a Jedi when I took this shitty job. I'm going to kick his ass for this when I get back to Nar Shaddaa... Man, this conversation shit is painful. Give me a good fight over this any day...)

 

[Jira]

Jerod was taken back by the Zabrak who plopped down next to him and the Selkath. The man was sort of type that Jerod didn't particularly care for, overtly brazen, too gregarious, and too quick to disturb the peace. Jerod made note that he brazenly put his lightsaber on the bar. He didn't behave like a Jedi, but he was also too unreserved to be a Sith.

"Me?" Jerod eventually asked, "No, I'm not a Jedi. Personally, I think they cause more trouble then they are worth." He cracked the head off another prawn and pulled the meat out of the neck. "I used to be in the B'omarr order, hence the robes."

Jerod discarded the prawn shell and took another sip of whiskey. He couldn't tell if it was the alcohol, or something else, that allowed him to sense the inner glow within the Zabrak.

(OOC: He is a Zabrak right?)

 

[Rags]

Veponda shoved his fork into his salad his food crunching between his teeth. "Yes, I get it fishface. Yeah I am here on voluntary work."
He watched the two with curiosity as he munched into his salad sipping his wine. He finished his wine and ordered another salad and a nonalcoholic cocktail. "So why are you to on this ship?" He asked sitting back and relaxing.

He looked at the stage twi'leks dancing on the stage. Their head tails swung side to side in the very revealing tight costumes. His eyes followed their head tails. Bith musicians played a fast song. "Hey you like gambling?" He asked the zabrack.
The droid came back and placed down his order before walking away.[/COLOR]

 

[The Captain]

Gand slipped his hand from the torso of the Duros engineer, examining the green blood now dripping from his hand. He was always surprised how effective the Piercing Touch was on the soft-bodied. The poor fool whose heart was hanging out on the engine room floor had caught Gand checking his weapons in the nearby third class cabins. He couldn't afford any witnesses, this needed to be a relatively clean job. Get in, kill the historian, get the datapad, and smuggle the relic back to Nar Shadda.

The insect snatched up the worker's datapad and comlink, searching for the biggest hotspot on the ship. Xizor's Palace. As he moved toward the turbolift, something caught his peripheral vision. A bit of blood on the nearby catwalk. Someone else was at work on this rusty tub. He needed to move fast.

 

[Jira]

The sight of a Gamorrean in the gilded uniform of a Captain might've made some of the first-class passengers he passed on his commute to the bridge uncomfortable. Even if they were, they said nothing. As he entered the turbolift, he gave a piggish sigh. He hated the oppressively bright lights on the bridge, especially after a night of drinking. It was a quick flight up from first class, and for a moment, he lingered in the turbolift before opening the door to face the piercing florescence.

"Status report!" He shouted at his crew, who already had the ship up-and-running.

His first officer, a bright-eyed young human, stood from the navigation console and turned to the Captain, "We are ready to go to hyperspace on your command, sir."

The Captain rubbed his eyes, "I told you a hundred times Jek, this isn't the navy. Stop standing to attention every time I wallow onto the bridge." The Captain flopped down into his chair and wiped a thick strand of mucus away from his snout.

"There is something else sir." The first officer hesitantly stated.

"Well sithspit!" The Gamorrean slammed his meaty fist onto the armrest, "Out with it boy!"

"Several Engineering officers haven't reported in for their pre-Hyperspace launch report."

The Captain waved his hand at the officer, "Damn them anyway. We have a schedule to keep. Sit down and mark the course."

Jek almost gave an objection, but decided it was best not to antagonize his commanding officer any more, even if it was his job to do so. He sat back down at the navigation terminal and plotted the projected course to Taris. "Course laid in sir."

"Close all hangar bays," The Captain grunted. "And mark."

The bridge crew toiled away on their consoles, and the Star Queen's engines moaned and whirred. At the height of the noise, the stars in front of the bridge melded together to form a swirling blue tempest. The Gamorrean Captain had to force himself to keep his breakfast down while staring into the vortex.

 

[Sara Rain]

The floor shook as the Star Queen finally blasted into hyperspace, the sudden jolt sending a smear of dark black eyeliner across Sara's cheek. The young Sith acolyte cursed under her breath. She could think of a thousand tasks more engrossing than a night out in an old pleasure barge, but she was not here to serve her superiors, not indulge in her own interests.

After expertly repairing the make-up on her face, Sara did not waste time examining herself in the mirror. She was wearing an expensive white silk dress. In an effort to draw as much attention away from her charge as possible, Sara's dress had been tailored with much less fabric than she was comfortable with. At least the dress allowed her to conceal a few small weapons.

Sara wished she could have brought a lightsaber to accompany her on the mission, but she was still yet to build one.She also wished she could have been given more training in the Force before being assigned to her first mission, but Sara understood the Imperium's situation. The defection of the Ubiqtorate had practically destroyed the Imperium's Intelligence Service, forcing the Imperium to make use of former agents such as Sara to carry out missions while new agents we're trained. At least once she finished this mission she would be able to return to her Sith training.

As the ship settled into hyperspace, Sara left the fresher and entered the main room of the first class suite she was staying in. Waiting for her was a lean man in his early fifties, wearing a matching white suit and tie. The man had intelligent brown eyes, and a professional, clean-shaven face. Sara offered him a weak smile. She had come to know and respect the man over the last few days, and she felt that he was just as reluctant as her to leave the safety of their suite.

"I'm not much of a gambler", the man mused, his concentration fixed on a point on the floor, "Never have been". He looked up at her. "Are you sure we have to go down there? Surely we will be more safe in the room?"

Sara put a hand on his shoulder. It was easy to see why a man whose life and family had been marked to death by a group of Mandalorian radicals would prefer to spend time in quiet contemplation instead of a noisy casino, but unfortunately, he had little choice in the matter.

"You will certainly feel safer in your room", Sara answered, "But in reality, you will be more safe downstairs.

"If anyone figures out your secret identity, your room will be the first place they come looking, and up here, we're sitting ducks. It will be more difficult for potential threats to locate us if we stay mobile, and we should be able to easily blend in with the crowd downstairs as well.

"Besides", Sara continued, "Wealthy buisnessman, Marco di Conassa, and his daughter Riana are not likely to spend their vacation sitting quietly in their room. Staying here will raise suspicion".

Sara's explanation was clear and to the point, and the man sitting down in front of her nodded in agreement. "You would be an excellent addition to the Imperial Diplomatic Corps", he said grudgingly.

Sara ignored the comment, instead holding up her hand to offer him a lare blue pill. "This will make your urine burn", she explained, "But it should prevent you from becoming intoxicated". He waited for her to swallow her own pill before taking his own, a wise move Sara figured he must have learned in the IDC.

"The last time I had a drink was on my wedding night", the man shared with her as he got to his feet.

"Well", she answered, heading towards the door, "Then you're long overdue".

After several minutes they found themselves on the casino floor. While the accommodations of the Star Queen left much to be desired, the ship's owner had spared no expense on furnishing it's casino.

Catchy music blared from large speakers overhead while serving droids rushed back and forth delivering food and beverages. The floor was a thick red carpet, and the walls were lined with holoprojecters broadcasting beautiful images from some of the galaxy's most awe-inspiring planets. Sara happily noted the presence of at least dozens of sentient security guards.

The pair ordered glasses of champagne and chose a small sabacc table near the back. At least the Imperium had provided Sara with an ample amount of funds for the mission. She chose a position with her back against the wall, allowing her to view everything going on in the casino in front of her. Her charge chose the spot opposite of her.

There was a total of six seats at the table, though all but one were currently full. As Sara was dealt her first hand of cards, a wave of uneasiness crashed into her. While she was no expert in the Force, she felt the presence of sone thing powerful on the ship, and while she could not quite sense any feelings of malice towards her or her charge, that did not mean that such threats were not present at all.

 

[Livgardist]

Uncas looked at the men, somewhat relieved when the target told him he was not a Jedi. He had never heard of the order known as the B'omarr, and filed that piece of info under "Useless information". He could however feel the man through the Force. It was clear that he was dealing with a Force sensitive. He wasn't sure about the Selkath, however. Deciding it was best to keep up the appearances until he had an opportunity to act, he answered the Selkath;

"I'm kind of like that bitch Andraste. I'm only happy when I win." His face didn't show whether or not he was joking, but his sarcasm helped rid him of the awkwardness that had come with the surprise of finding himself next to his target. He added; "Like my old man used to tell me before he left this shitty world; The person that said winning isn’t everything never won anything." Or spent a single day as a slave to the Sith..., he thought to himself.

 

[Jira]

Jerod sensed a flash of emotion, if he were to guess, he figured it would have been surprise. But Why? He thought to himself. Still, he chuckled at his self-comparison to Andraste, and gave him a pat on the back. Jerod's face was becoming flustered, and his body warm from the whiskey surging in his veins.

"Well Gentlemen," Jerod said as he finished the last bit of his third drink, "I do believe I am going to the Casino. Feel free to join me, I'll gladly take your credits." He howled with laughter as he stepped into the turbolift in the back of the Cantina.

After a quick ride to the floor below, the doors opened and Jerod was faced with the den of vice. The incessant bass-driven music had refused to subside, but Jerod now bopped his head to the beat while he walked around, scouting out the seemingly endless gambling options. While en route to the Dejarik tables, somebody caught his eyes. He stood in the middle of the casino, causing patrons to curse at him as they walked around him. The object of his fixation was a specter-like beauty in a white silk dress sitting at sabacc table.

Now's the time to move up to first class. He thought to himself.

Wasting no time, he sat next to her and placed a credit chip on the table, and the dealer dealt him cards which he ignored.

Jerod opened his mouth to speak, but the darkness he sensed in her snatched the words from his mouth.

 

[The Captain]

As the turbolift reached the Palace, Gand began to pan the floor for any signs of his target. Finding one scholar in a loud, heavily packed casino was definatly going to be a challenge. Or so he thought. His attention was drawn to a B'ommar monk standing in the middle of the floor, drawing incredible spite from everyone around him. The monk, clearly intoxicated, shambled over to a sharply dressed women and her bodyguard. Gand moved around the club to a nearby booth, trying to avoid drawing attention. A drunken monk and a heavily guarded 1st class passenger seemed like a good place to start investigating.

 

[Sara Rain]

Not long after sitting down at the table Sara realized that she could easily dominate the game. Her training in the Ubiqtorate had given her the keen ability to read others, and any real gambler would truthfully testify that victory in sabaac was found in playing the men at the table, and not the cards in one's hand. It also helped that Sara was one of two people at the table who was not already intoxicated.

Of course winning every game would quickly draw attention and hostility towards Sara's direction, so she played it smart, opting to win the little hands and let the big ones go. With the proper luck, she could break even on the night and maybe even bring a few extra credits in for the Imperium.

An hour went by, and the seat next to Sara was filled by a red-robed man with liquor on his breath. Normally Sara would not be too worried about a drunk man stumbling up to a sabaac table in the middle of a casino, but it was clear that the man sitting beside her was much more interested in her than his cards, and such a situation could easily become problematic, especially if those fancy robes he was wearing were the robes of a Jedi Knight.

Thinking quickly, Sara smiled politely at the man sitting beside her. "Hello, you smell like you just came from the bar". She wrinkled her nose slightly. "Was there any chance you saw my fiancé there? He's the big red Zabrak probably trying to impress all you guys with his shiny IAF medal". She rolled her eyes and smiled fondly, "He never goes anywhere without that piece of blasted medal". She shrugged. "I guess that's special forces for you".

Out of the corner of her eye, Sara noticed an armed and armored insect enter the casino. Sara was instantly suspicious. The insect looked quite out of place in the first-class casino. Luckily, a few of the security guards had noticed the Gand as well. Keeping her attention directed at the game in front of her, Sara watched the mysterious insect out of the corner of her eye.

 

[Jira]

"I did meet a Zabrak in the bar," Jerod said before hiccuping, "Quite a gregarious fellow, a little too flashy with his lightsaber."

Jerod reluctantly placed his bet, defeated by the warding-word fiance. Despite the Casino filling up, Jerod payed attention to the Gand. He seemed too out of place, and his movements almost made Jerod felt like he was prey being encircled. Now he wondered about the woman sitting next to him, and the Zabrak at the bar. Something felt off about them both; something that sent a chill up his spine. Jerod stood up for a moment, leaning against the table to prevent his spinning head from causing him to fall over. He had to get away.

But where would I go?

On the other side of the Casino, the hooded man thumbed his commlink, waiting for the message. He knew that he may die in the attack, but it would be a worthy death. Despite his rationalization, he drank to calm his nerves. The commlink chirped and he answered the call.

"Yes," He said solemnly, "It shall be done."

He placed the commlink on the table and pulled the detonator out of his pocket. He was gripped by hesitation for a moment. Even though he was a warrior, causing so much carnage felt like a high price for the hide one Imperial. The agent placed his finger on the detonation button, still waiting for the hesitation to subside.

 

[Rags]

As the people he was talking about walked away he got up. He walked out of the bar heading to the casino waving goodbye to the other occupant. As he entered the casino he sat down at a derjaik table. He saw the red clocked monk sit down with a rather attractive lady. He turned the table on and a Humansat at the table. He placed some credits on the table and the game begun.

The first game ended with his opponent winning. But the second game Seponda came out ahead winning back his credits. He saw a rather bug like creature enter the casino but what was he to do about it. He got up drinking a glass of water. He watched the dancers. He caught snippets of conversations and muffled a laugh occasionally.