Open Social Nal Hutta Return of the Thug-Kings

[Zak Argon]

Spoiler: OOC Note

Open to FS members and those who want to mingle with lowlifes and grab a free drink or two.

Nal Hutta was the perfect place to host a small criminal hangout. So, that's what Zargon did; invite anyone interested to small criminal hangout with little heads up to go easy on the drinks- They weren't cheap. The Scoundrel found himself a seat at the outdoor restaurant with a round table with enough seats to have about eight others, maybe more if they all squeezed together. The Five Syndicates had been a little quiet as of late, so Zargon was hoping to at least get to introduce himself to some of the more well known members.

Zakarri wanted to acquaint himself with just about anyone that showed a promising relationship as far as syndicate business went. But, he did have his preferences. The Hutt Cartel was nice and all, but Zak just never understood how to appease a Hutt in conversation- plus, they smelled horrendous. Crimson Dawn had a cool cloak and dagger thing going for them, and Zakarri was a huge nerd for ancient artifacts, so hopefully they'd make an appearance. Black Sun seemed like a cool group to hangout with, too, especially if Zargon could get one of those cool jackets the seemed to tote around. Zaa Fenn...? Maybe not. Zakarri was too young to mingle with the most wanted criminal organization in the galaxy just to wind up died. The Pykes were always hiring...but Zak never really liked drugs. Or slaves. Or the smell of wet dog.

Maybe today would be a good day, or maybe today would totally blow, but Z liked to think that he made his own luck. The rest of the galaxy is just gonna have to flip their own coins...

@Xorism @Olwin

 

[Sigtryggr Thorite]

Whenever times got tough and coin were few, Sigtryggr found himself wandering back to Nal Hutta looking for the next big score. There were often small gangs looking for additional muscle or heavy fire power that he could rely on for some work. Occasionally the big bosses in the Hutt Cartel would offer a big job which came with a chance to move up in station with a crime lord or potentially get thrown into a rancor pit if you messed it up.

Entering the restaurant and seeking out a compatriot, Siggy wore the rugged look well for a young man. Wearing a light cloth garments and wolf skin shoulders, the Deucalian strolled into the outer part of the building and spotted the man he was looking for (@Charles), he moved closer to embrace the man and introducing himself. "I am the one they call Sigtryggr, today is a great day to discuss business, is it not?"

Whether the man had a job to offer or Sigtryggr could find one they could work together on was unclear yet, but the offer of drinks was not something that he would pass up. Eagerly, Siggy ordered a draught ale and set to work emptying it while they awaited any more company that might join them on future jobs.

@Charles @Olwin

 

[Gom Jabar]

The armored frame of the insectoid being slowly stepped into the vacinity of an outdoor resturant, the soft glow of his eyepieces diluted by the surrounding light. Each step was audible, but not loud; his soft armor creaked softly and the hard armor softly clanked with every step. His breathing, too, was heard.

He brought the young boy, @Silvus Dawn, with him, along the way conversating about various small things. Gom Jabar checked his wrist, making sure the communications went out to the various contacts his other contacts had for him. If this boy was to learn, it would be the best to learn in the heat of battle. He began typing on the keypad and sent out a message to the group before he sat down at a table. He knew that would reach those who decided to come and announce that he was present all in one swoop. He made sure he sat at a large table, knowing not of how many decided to come.

"Come, sit with me Silvus. Whatever is on the menu that interests you order. As a manager and mentor I also believe that you need to learn other skills beyond just your fighting. Yes it may be useful, but in our line of work life and death are decided by a dice roll if you aren't skilled enough." Gom knew this all to well, as he had seen many brave (or foolhardy) warriors take on too much and perish by sheer lack of experience. "So, if things pan out, I wish to bring you on several different jobs and excursions to get you acquainted with an aplethera of different scenarios and tasks."

@Charles @Xorism

 

[Thalia Galliford]

Thalia couldn't remember the last time she visited Nal Hutta. If she had to go anywhere near Hutt Space, it would always be Nar Shaddaa. But maybe just this once, she could appreciate the change of scenery and maybe even score herself a job. Her clothing of choice wasn't very practical for Nal Hutta. She realised that on the way there. I should've packed those damn trainers. At least she would know for the next time she came here.

She wasn't too sure of what was to come. The invitation seemed...odd. She's never heard of this "Gom Jabar" and that worried her a little. Fuck it. Thalia decided. She wasn't one to turn down an invitation. Besides, it would be worth it. She might even make a few connections whilst she's there. Crimson Dawn, Black Sun and Zaa Fenn. She thought about them often. She's never encountered them though.

Making her way through the city, she eventually found the restaurant that had been listed on the invitation. Four people sat at the round table. She giggled to herself a little. It reminded herself of an old fairy tale. About a group of knights and a round table. At least that's what it looked like to her. She fixed her hair slightly, and made sure that her lightsaber was secure and hidden from any noses that might be poking around. As she made her way to the table, Thalia made more of an effort to amplify the sound of her heels, clicking and clacking towards the men. "Hello, boys." She sat down in between the four men, and ordered herself a cider whilst she waited for the conversation to begin.

@Charles @Xorism @Olwin

 

[Lebowski]

Spoiler: OOC Note

Lebowski is a rewrite of Zargon, cuz I lost muse, but now I have it back. Please roll with it, lol.

Lebowski felt good about this meeting already! He had a cool looking guy with a nice beard sit next to him before two others did the same. Maybe Lebowski could really get in some good times with these guys and the syndicates they supported. Lebowski was leaning towards either Crimson Dawn or Black Sun. Both were powerful, both were feared, and they were also best friends with each other. With Lebowski's Haxion Brood armor, he'd probably fit in just about anywhere, but maybe he'd give the armor a different decal depending on who he was going to associate with.

"Hell yeah, dude!" Lebowski smiled his cheeky smile at Sigtryggr. "I'm Dashiellsyvic Lebowski, but most of my buds just call me Lebowski. Or Dash. But mainly Lebowski." Then, the Scoundrel removed his helmet and set it on the desk. There was a bug guy that decided to send a message...that Lebowski had already sent...and took a seat as if he had been the one in charge of this. Not cool, man. I bought those drink- not you. But he wouldn't say anything yet.

Then, the most beautiful lady in the entire galaxy decided to take a seat next to Lebowski. His heart, was asunder! Her red locks made the Near-human's skin tingle with goosebumps, and her soothing and sexy voice captivated the young Scoundrel entirely.

"H-hey, I'm beautiful, and you're very Lebowski-" Lebowski blinked a few times before giggling at his mixed up word play. "Sorry, I meant, I'm Lebowski, and you're very beautiful." Damn it. Now his cheeks were red hot and he couldn't stop his stupid childish grin from spreading across his childish face. "Uh, so...yeah, thanks for showing, guys! I was thinkin' we jump right in- Any of you already in tight with one of the big five? I'm lookin' to make somethin' of myself, and any of you are free to join me." He couldn't help but glance at Thalia when he said that last part.

@Resonance @Olwin @Xorism

 

[Iniya Pochi]

Showing up fashionably late was a common occurrence when dealing with Iniya Pochi. The Zeltron strolled up to the table, outside the restaurant on the invitation. It was occupied by five people already- four men and one woman. Her traditional smirk rested on her face as she slid into a chair on the other side of the woman.

"Haven't missed anything, have I?" she said in a silky tone. She scanned the four men at the table and gave the woman a softer, knowing smile. Females had to stick together.

@Resonance @Xorism @Charles @Olwin

 

[Silvus Dawn]

Silvus was sceptical about the whole ordeal. Yet the idea amused him that this stranger somehow had the godsent ability to open doors to opportunities, that even was outside the tall Zeltron’s reach. Gom clearly underestimated him. He wouldn’t be the first, and it always had unspoken value to watch the reaction of armoured men, when they slowly unravelled the layers of his being.

He walked not far behind from Gom in his own pace, no matter how urgent this meeting would be. Silvus was no common errand boy that could be kicked around as pleased. He had value, and he was very aware of it. So, he would set an example. The long white fur coat flowed behind him, and the heels of his black leather boots clicked against the ground under him. The smoke of his cigarette with questionable content wrapped around him in a thin fog, that together with the expensive pheromone perfume marked his arrival with silent fanfare. To most people, this would naturally give associations and lead thoughts astray to a certain kind of work. All of which… were true, and Silvus would never deny them. It was part of his nature as a Zeltron to seek corporal comfort. And he was good at it. So, it wouldn’t be within the imagination of most that saw Silvus, that this man regularly had his purple skin coated in blood and squashed corpses under his feet in front of an audience. And as easily transformed back to a being of glamour, when the mask was removed.

A dark huffing laughter escaped Silvus.
“Oh Gom. Gom, Gom, Gom, it’s almost like you think I was born into the ring. I have plenty of other experiences before I settled here. On Zeltros we love. And when we can’t love…”.

The pearly white grin of a Cheshire cat’s likeliness grew wider on his lips. He narrowed the red eyes, that glistened with the spark of something that was difficult to place.
“-We make war. It’s delicate, yet eternal dance. But please, go ahead. Show me what I need to learn. I am much curious what you may have in mind. And I am very excited to see this little entourage”.

He made sure to take notice of the surroundings and the guests. Anything from body language to mood he could pick up on with his telekinetic ability or see with the infrared range of his eyes. It could all prove to be useful. Soon it would show if Gom was lying about all the great promises.

Silvus was about to settle down, when a familiar face popped into his attention with glee.
“Sigtryggr, you dog! What in Kessel’s hollow hellhole, are you following me?”

That attention – however- was only brief, for he suddenly saw something that caught his interest more. This young lady knew how to make an entrance, and Silvus’ red eyes wandered over her, unashamed and with ferocious interest, studying the hills and valleys of her body and rocking hips. She was beautiful. But the galaxy had many beautiful individuals, and they weren’t usually off-limits to the Zeltron. He wasn’t hungry. Unlike the one that introduced himself as Lebowsky, Silvus never broke his neck to give her attention.

He hang the fur coat on the back of the chair and took his seat beside Gom, sending a brief smile to the young woman as a gesture, followed by a cooing
“Good evening darling”. Then he began studying the many expensive stones on his gold rings.

“I’ll have a bottle of Tarul wine. The best one, Gom. I want to be able to feel it for once. Make sure it’ll be the real deal. I can distinguish imitations miles away”.

Another arrival entered their midst. And to Silvus' pleasant surprise and spontaneous slap of home-sickness, it was a woman of his own kind.
"You are certainly far away from home, aren't you dear?"

@Xorism @Charles @Reylo4evr @Olwin @Resonance

 

[Thalia Galliford]

Thalia grimaces at Lebowski. She shuffles her position so that she’s closer to the woman who just sat down beside her. “Not really,” She says in a quieter voice. “I only got here a few minutes before you did, here’s the drinks menu.” She slides her the small double sided piece of paper that listed all the drinks on it. She looks around the table scanning the unique collection of individuals. Her eyes land on the rather attractive blonde guy wearing fur covered shoulder pad type things. Thalia suddenly realises that she's blushing, and turns her attention towards the Verpine. She hasn't seen a Verpine in a long time. They always interested her. It's nice to see there's a few of them about. She looked at the man with red eyes as a flash of light caught her peripheral vision. As she watched him, she noticed the gold rings on his hands, and they reminded her of her own jewellery. The ones she left at home. She doesn't wear rings that often, but seeing them on this man makes her want to wear them again. Thalia adjusts her gold necklace so that it sits properly around her neck. A small gold bar, encrusted with a polished piece of peridot. So simple, yet so beautifully done. It cost her an arm and a leg to get it, but she's worn it so many times by now, that the cost of it doesn't bother her anymore.

She crosses her legs and orders another cider, adjusting the holster sitting on her thigh, making sure her pistol was secured. Thalia can feel her anxiety rise ever so slightly. It’s not that Thalia hates meetings like these, it’s just that she doesn’t socialise that often anymore. Hopefully this will change that, and maybe, just maybe, she could make a friend or two out of this. "So..." She pauses and takes a sip of the cider she ordered. "Which one of you is Gom?"

@Reylo4evr @Moon Nymph @Charles @Xorism @Olwin

 

[Lebowski]

Oh, so Thalia wasn't into Dash's compliment. Then, she completely dissed him by asking for the guy that had nothing to do with the meeting. It was Lebowski that had set this up, Gom just showed up and drank Dash's credits worth of drinks. This meeting was off to a rough start, and Lebowski was feeling the stress. I can't let these guys walk over me.

"Uh, guys, if I may, I set this up. My money is fuelin' your drinks. And I know I already mentioned this...but let's get started, shall we?" The first order of business was figuring out who was aligned with who. "I'm Dash Lebowski, by the way. Did some jobs for the Hutts, but Hutts really aren't my speed. So I'm lookin' for alternatives." Lebowski still kept his giddy smile, even though his spirits were low.

"I'm thinkin' we grab the other syndicates attention. Like, with something big. I already had an idea, but I need more than just one set of hands for the job..." Dash slid his personav to the center of the table. It then began to project a hologram of what looked to be some sort of casino. "Ord Mantell is home to the Lady Fate casino, which has one of the largest vaults on the planet." Lebowski had the plan trimmed out and everything, all he needed now was for the rest of this motely crew to get with his idea.

"It may seem like a lot, but this is going to be quite the grab, and I've fleshed everything out the best I can." He said in a hushed tone. The table they sat at was private, set away from the rest of the bustling masses. "So...who's gonna fold?" Now everyone present would get the chance to chicken out or draw their luck with Dash. How's that for an introduction?

@Resonance @Olwin @Xorism @Reylo4evr @Moon Nymph

 

[Gom Jabar]

The armored insectoid being known as Gom Jabar leaned back into his seat and nodded to seemingly every question shared around the group. This plan was small compared to what Gom Jabar had. He knew of something that could give the group enough credits to make some lower level bounty hunters jealous, yet this fool decided to steam roll the entire meeting. Gom Jabar could have simply blown this being away and no one around him would care, but Gom Jabar was not a lesser being. He knew this could show which of these beings could be useful in the job the Black Sun had set up and which would be useless.

"Gom Jabar and I are one in the same, loyal member of the Black Sun. And my Vigo relayed a message to me, yet I think this 'Lebowski' may have put it into play anyway. Depending on how this goes, Lebowski, you will either secure your role in a much larger job and the Black Sun by extension, or shall be... removed from any future equation. So what is your plan?" He huffed softly and waited for the other being to respond. Gom Jabar was already reopening his wrist computer and began priming a message back to his Vigo, the plan was not yet in motion. He would not get brownie points for this, but the Vigo knew he had his reasons. Now it was time to separate the wheat from the chaff.

 

[Sigtryggr Thorite]

The score of arrivals filled the table nicely, although Sigtryggr could only recognise one, his long time pinky friend Silvus (@Moon Nymph). Although everyone else seemed friendly enough and ready to talk business straight away, and so did he. It was an interesting mix, with some members of rivals appearing even, and maybe some independent contractors sprinkled in for good measure.

Nodding towards Lebowski, (@Charles) he responded in kind. "I shall remember the name."

When Silvus (@Moon Nymph) arrived, and he noticed, "Oh great, this will be fun" he said in a humorous tone making light of how he was often roped into funny and interesting schemes when Silvus was around.

Sigtryggr watched each member of the group with interest, passing general glances without lingering for too long as they conversed. He caught the end of a gaze from the beautiful red head across the way (@Resonance), waving in her direction as she looked away, blushing. The thought causing a smile to caress his face as he took a piece of fruit from the table and a bit into it, the rest seemed to be waiting for the meeting to get started.

"I am interested, but I will need to know more details." Sigtryggr spoke bluntly, and to the point. "What's the plan and more importantly, what's my cut?"

@Charles @Olwin @Resonance @Reylo4evr @Moon Nymph

 

[Lebowski]

"There is an upcoming Huttball game where the notorious Cohn Jena goes up against Bom Trady. Why is this important? Well..." Dash pressed a button on his comlink and the holo coming from the personav changed perspectives, zooming into what looked like a huge vault. "All of the casinos on Ord Mantell are required by galactic law to carry an amount of credits equal to every amount of chips that are played on the floor. So, on an average weekday, Lady Fate is required by law to host around fifty to sixty million credits. On a weekend, it's closer to around eighty or ninety million. On the night of the Huttball game two weeks from tonight- the night we're going to break in -there will be around one hundred and fifty million credits. There's seven of us, so you do the math."

"Each of us will have specific roles to play, and we must play them perfectly or else we risk spending the rest of our nights hanging out with Gareth Gin in a galactic supermax prison." The holo zoomed out and then focused on what seemed to be the security room. "So, the first task will be reconnaissance. I want to know everything that's going on in the Lady Fate, the rotation of the dealers, the path of every cash cart, I want to know about everything about every guard and every watcher, anyone with a security pass, I want to know where they're from, what their nicknames are, how they take their coffee, most of all, I want you guys to know these casinos, they're built to keep people in, I want you guys to know the quick routes out. Second task, surveillance: Casino security has an eye and ear on everyone, so we want an eye and ear on them."

Then, the hologram split into three sections; the gaming floors, the employee floors, and the security rooms. Luckily for Dash, the group he had an equal number he'd be able to split up accordingly. Based on the talents of everyone at the table, Dash could make the assignments accordingly. Stockier and tougher guys like Sig and Gom would be best placed as security. The more luxurious types like Thalia and Silvus would pose as simple gamblers trying to make the biggest bang out of their buck. Those that could blend in better like Dash, himself, along with Oshin and Iniya would be best disguised as casino employees.

"But, I need to know what you all are best at. I'm a good slicer and an okay pilot. You'll be placed where your strengths are at their peak. However, if one of us screws up, we all screw up. I know I'm asking a lot, but so is a hundred-fifty million credits."

@Xorism @Olwin @Die Shize @Resonance @Moon Nymph @Reylo4evr

 

[Iniya Pochi]

Iniya could see the slight strain on Thalia's face and understood how she felt. She then ordered the most expensive thing on the menu and eyed the cocky Zeltron male. "Home is a matter of perspective, dear," she replied vaguely, giving Silvus a false, simpering smile. She leaned back in her chair and sipped her drink. The others made pointless small talk and Lebowski leaned forward, impatiently calling them to order. He must be inexperienced, Iniya thought, if he laid all his cards all out on the table before he had fully divulged the plan or recieved acceptance of whatever mission he wanted to do to earn more credits.

When Lebowski did finally explain everything, Iniya was the first to speak. "That's a hell of a lot of credits," she said calmly as if they were discussing the weather. A perfectly manicured eyebrow arched over one of her bright, violet eyes. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out what I'm best at," the Zeltron said, leaning forward. Manipulation. Whether it be in the bedroom or the political conference room. She was also good with a blaster, which definitely helped her causes.

@Xorism @Olwin @Die Shize @Resonance @Moon Nymph @Charles

 

[Silvus Dawn]

If colours could be felt, the aura of the table would be quite an interesting rainbow. The thirst of the Lebowsky, his insecurity that made him puff up in an attempt to camouflage it. The young woman’s social anxiety. Gom’s calm, that somehow had a distinct scent of annoyance. All channels of Silvus were open, and he lapped it up like a starving dog.

The little pink lady was curious one. She gave Silvus gold digger vibes. And she absolutely needed to order more than that, if she wanted to get a buzz on with the species naturally high alcohol tolerance. (Also, to soften that horrid attitude). He snapped his fingers and shook her icy words off him, like water raining on the feathers of a goose. His smile had not shrunk the slightest. Neither had his repertoire of ways to objectify a woman.
“Ooof, you are quite a tough crowd, mamacita”.

This one spoke back. He liked that. But, the projected light of the holo pictures flashed in his eyes and made him concentrate on quite a different subject.

“A casino? Listening”.
Silvus rose one brow and leaned his upper body closer to the table, folding his hands and nodding slowly.

“Colour me impressed. You really thought this through”.

He glanced towards Gom. “What do you say?”

Then he leaned back in the seat, rolling his wrist in a gesture and used the black jade cigarette holder as a pointer to focus his words. He did a small nudge with his head as bow.

“Silvus Dawn at your service. I am but a humble entertainer from Zeltros” he said, correcting the gold chains around his neck.


“Persuasion is my middle name. I’ve been in the game for a long time. This has granted me good instincts, and I’m an excellent judge of character and fake personalities”.
The last comment was said as he side-eyed miss Pinky. How dared she?


“Should things get out of hand, I’m also quite a skilled fighter”.



@Olwin @Xorism @Charles @Reylo4evr @Resonance @Die Shize

 

[Thalia Galliford]

Thalia looked back and forth between the low-key terrifying pink lady and the wannabe Cheshire Cat. If it wasn't for this table and everybody else, one would assume these two would already be at each other's throats. You could feel the tension between them...and it was a lot too handle.

Thalia shifts her position and face Lebowski "In spite of the fact that I have only a few skills, one of them is that I happen to be quite good at memorizing floor plans and numbers. There have been a few times where I have observed this recently. I don't understand why I'm good at that but it's just one of those things that happens. I could go to this casino before anyone else does and spend a couple days there observing as much as I possibly can. I can always just book a hotel near to this casino or if it has one attached to it. I could also take Silvus with me if he'd be okay with it, and we could do some preliminary reconnaissance?" Thalia gestures to Silvus as she finishes. She doesn't particularly like him but, this might provide an excellent opportunity for her to become acquainted with her fellow group members.

Thalia reaches down to the small crescent moon-shaped bag she brought with her, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. She doesn't smoke that often, but in this situation she could use one. She puts the pack on the table along with her lighter, "Does anyone mind if I smoke?" She orders another drink before anyone responds, this time she chose a vodka rather than a cider. She was getting tired of them. Luckily for her, Thalia's alcohol tolerance is rather high. Mostly from all the parties and premieres she had to attend when she was still an artist, so drinking a lot of alcohol wouldn't be a problem for her. She scans the table of many faces before she makes her decision. She doubts anyone here would object to her smoking, but just in case.

@Olwin @Xorism @Charles @Reylo4evr @Moon Nymph @Die Shize

 

[Morgan Gannik]

A small and unremarkable diner, the sign half off the wall and next to impossible to read. Morgan sighed as he walked inside, dressed for work in his armour and strolled past a bored-looking bouncer playing Pazaak with a patron rather than doing his job. He wasn't all that shocked; there was no reason to stop people from walking into such a venue armed anyway, not like the authorities cared.

It didn't take all that long once he was inside to clock the 'free' drinks, being dolled out by a whispy-looking human in his early twenties. Morgan was always sceptical about anything being palmed off as 'free'. In his experience, there was no such thing, especially in Hutt Space. A more prominent man, Duecilian by the style of his hair and the apparent tattoos, stood with him deep in conspiratorial conversation with a Vespid at his side.

A young woman stood between the two humans as well. A business deal was going down, and of that, Morgan was confident. He felt a little smug as he walked into the bar, his theory about 'free' drinks again ringing true.

Proceeding into the bar, he walked off to one side and headed to a barstool. He moved it to one side and called for a pint of Corellian ale as he leaned on the bar top and listened in as more and more people approached the group - lured by the prospect of free booze. Morgan placed his credits on the bar; he'd pick up his own tab.

Another human, accompanied soon after by a Zeltros male, joined in. Morgan's interest rose further, and he walked away from the bar, closer to the group and began to catch snippets of the conversation. The ringleader, the man who called himself 'Lebowski', appeared to be laying out plans for a big job, one that would 'grab the other syndicates' attention'. They seemed to want to pull off a heist on a massive casino frequented by major syndicate bosses, but also...

a hundred-fifty million credits

He nearly spat out his drink as he heard the figure they were looking to pull. Morgan looked at the group leader and extended a hand holding a lighter to the woman reaching for a stim, lighting it for her politely as he spoke "No way you're hauling that sort of scratch, and planning your biz in a place like this." he interjected, his face etched with shock at the staggering amount of credits the 'heist master' was looking to bring in.

"Half of you are gunna get mulched by Casino security if you even put a toe out of line. And, how does anyone know you can trust this koochoo anyway? What's sayin' he doesn't rat you out as soon as he can, and bolt with your cut?"

 

[Lebowski]

Dear lord. Today was a day and Dash wanted it to be tomorrow or yesterday but not today. Some new guy came out of nowhere and immediately started asking questions- which was, in all honesty, reasonable at the very least, but the way he went about asking them was not. Luckily for him, Dash didn't have a temper which just resulted in Lebowski feeling worse and worse. Nevertheless, he held his sly smile like a perfect mask the he thought hid his dwindling emotions.

"Uh, hello, stranger. The best way to hide is to hide in plain sight, or that's what a buddy of mine used to say." Dash responded to the newcomer's retort. "If you want out, there's the door. I don't need you anyway." And the Scoundrel's Huttese wasn't perfect, but he understood Morgan's insult with ease. "Hey man, I'm not here to make enemies. These guys all have a part to play and if any of us screw over, we all lose. I don't need all that money anyway- I just want to make my mark on the galaxy. Besides, I'm pretty sure they'd all have my head within a day or two if I tried anything stupid."

"I'm not the kind of idiot you're taking me for, too. You're just as much of a nobody as I am, pal. Except this," Lebowski pointed at himself with both of his thumbs. "Nobody has got a plan. You're just drinking what I paid for, Ballsy."

@Nor'baal

 

[Sigtryggr Thorite]

Sigtryggr sat relaxed in his chair taking in the atmosphere of the party, the humid air was an uncomfortable feeling for the Deucalian who was more suited to a colder climate, making him shuffle a little. It would have been impossible to keep a straight face once the real reason they were present was revealed. 150 million credits was an enormous haul on its own, would set someone up for life, but split eight ways between everyone around the table wouldn't even break 20 million.

Still an impressive sum, and that of course assumed that none of the others were caught or killed in the process, which would only increase the payout for the remaining group. It felt foolish to join such a plot with a group of strangers, but at the same time not only did it sound like a fantastic adventure in the making, but it would certainly be a tale worth recounting many years in the future over as many ales as years had passed.

"I'm in." Siggy responded quickly, looking at Silvus and then around the room. "I'm a lover, I'm a winner, and I'm a fighter, all that you need in one. I have my own ship and can handle myself, so don't worry about me, pretty one. Just point me in the right direction."

@Charles @Olwin @Resonance @Reylo4evr @Moon Nymph

 

[Iniya Pochi]

Iniya knew the others at the table looked at her with varying degrees of shock, interest, and fear, and she welcomed it all. At Silvus' last comment directed toward her, she gave a nonchalant shrug and ordered another drink, just as expensive and extravagant as her first one.

When Thalia asked if she could smoke, Iniya shrugged once more. "Doesn't matter to me," she said, still leaning back in her chair. She was facing the bar and was the first to notice the big, bald male come over. "If we're here, we know what the risks are," Iniya replied, her voice calm as she slowly moved her gaze from the newcomer to the others seated at the table. Her gaze lingered on Silvus. She didn't know if it was such a good idea on Thalia's part to volunteer to work with Silvus, but she figured Thalia could handle herself. And if she couldn't, well, Iniya would not have regrets when ending his life.

None of her thoughts were displayed on her face and to all the others, she looked insanely calm, carefree, and even arrogant with an "I dare you" attitude. "I'm in," she said, crossing one leather-clad leg over the other.

@Die Shize @Charles @Xorism @Olwin @Resonance @Moon Nymph @Nor'baal

 

[Thalia Galliford]

Thalia nods at the pink skinned lady, she picks up her cigarette and her lighter, but before she could actually light it, a bald headed man appears and lights it for her. “Thank you.” Thalia bows her head slightly.

“I’m in…” Thalia says as she turns to Lebowski. “Our chance of survival is pretty low, but the potential outcome would be worth more than any of our lives. It’s worth a shot. If it fails from the get go then some of us would potentially have a small chance to escape.” Thalia pauses. “However, if you do rat us out, I will personally make it my mission to find you and kill you. She glares to Lebowski. This side of Thalia doesn’t appear that often, but when it does, you know she’s serious.

She gets up from her chair and tucks it back in under the table. “With that being said, I’ll see you all at the Lady Fate.” She opens up her bag and pulls out a small rectangular card. “Contact me when you’re ready.” She hands it to Lebowski and walks away from the group. She still doesn’t know what to make of this. But a little bit of excitement begins to surface in her. She smiles as she heads back to her ship. Her cigarette is almost done now, Thalia lets it go from her fingers and it falls to the floor with a soft thump. She steps on it with her heel, putting it out. She digs around in her bag and pulls out her datapad. She opens up her messages and begins typing out a message to her assistant. Get me everything you can find on Lebowski. She hits send and puts her datapad back into her bag and heads for the spaceport.

[Thalia Exit]

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