Open When the Boss is Out, the Scoundrels Play

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Kattada, Crymorah Beach House
(Open to all Crymorah or allied Syndi's and Indy's)​

Taldorak had been apart of the original crew that earned this property for their efforts in keeping former Senator Soygun York out of jail. He couldn't remember what exactly it was for or how he had done it, but hey, it worked. So, here he was, an Enforcer throwing a party and using his reputation as one of the most used hands of Crymorah Boss Preef. The Boss had melded away to his ranch for some much deserved R&R after taking Nar Shadaa from the Hutts and the war with the rival syndicate was going their way, even without the Boss.

So, with a mound of recently liberated spice, a comm full of contacts, and fully decked out luxury beach complex a hundred plus floors up, he'd go ahead and make some calls. Using his contact @Thai Ves on Coruscant to provide some of the booze that would be more... on par for the class of scum and villainy in attendance, and not the fancy osik, they had a fully stocked bar and some of the best grub that the beach resort had to offer. Pair that with the spice and some DJ from the Outer Rim who was big on visuals, things were sure to either get great, bad, or awful. Honestly, a mixture of all three wouldn't be so bad.

So.. Tal would activate his comm and send a ping out to the Crymorah and their remaining allied Syndicates. "Alright, you dirty scoundrels.. I'm sending coordinates for a big meet. Be there, or pay will be docked.." He let there be a long pause before laughing. "..Open bar, free food, and a pool or a beach. Let's get her done."

Ending the comm, Tal would be clad in a pair of swim trunks and some sandals, it was a pool party after all, and he planned on spending most of the night there, at least until he was too cracked to operate. Hopefully he wouldn't drown tonight, but if he did? Oh well. He was sure it would be a blast. Grabbing a bottle of tihaar from the bar, he would wait and see what kind of shenanigans the night would devolve into.

 

[IG 55]

IG-55 was not here because he loved hard drinks- he couldn’t actually drink and even if he did he would stay away from it because it would ruin his chances at staying at his most optimal setting constantly. He was here because no one was docking his pay. Not. One. Credit. He was not interested in Syndicate politics. The only negotiations the IG unit I understood was “If I shoot them enough times, they’ll die” and “If they shoot at me enough times, they’ll run out of ammo so I can shoot them enough times to kill them”.

Tal was only a rumor in the back of the bounty droid’s circuits, but now that he was actually meeting him, he felt downplayed. He had expected the enforcer to be like the great Redrix Dredgen 55 worked with alongside a stranger that hired them both to salvage something from a strange planet he had never heard of before. But even then, Redrix was ripped in half by an angry tree and then his legs were eaten by the stranger who IG-55 could still not recall. Did that guy even have a name?

Regardless, IG-55 was going to act like a bouncer and kick anyone out that was causing too much trouble. And if that happens to be Tal, it happened to be Tal. IG-55’s judgment would be as harsh to him as it would any other bantha poodoo that wanted to screw around.

@Rhogar

 

[Salbecca]

Cooperation between the Five Syndicates was, generally, terse. They were as often at war with each other as they were the rest of the Galaxy. Even in times of great conflict, though, the spice must flow; Salbecca happened to be in the area for just such an occasion. A Black Suns lieutenant had hired him as a bodyguard for ongoing negotiations. During the days, Salbecca had managed to keep a rather professional, level-headed attitude about him. As the party started to heat up in the evening, with drinks, drugs, and food flowing openly, his reservations started to melt away.

So much so that, after a shot of a particularly harsh Rodian brandy, he made a beeline for the pool. His translator mask picked up his words in-between ragged breaths. "CLEAR THE WAY," he howled at the party's crowd. "I'M GONNA JUMP!" His massive legs heaved him into the air, fur flying as he did so. After a moment or two in the sky, he came crashing down into the pool, shaking the entire space to all onlookers. He shook his wet hair out of his face before swimming up to the bar. He pulled his mask down to gulp down another drink. The night had barely started, and he was already in full swing.

He noted IG-55 with intent. He had always been so fascinated by their reflexes, the bizarre way that they move. They have a remarkable strength behind their wiry frame, too. I wonder if he'd arm wrestle me... A question to ask more earnestly when he was more drunk. For now, though, he swam alongside Taldorak. "This is a pretty great party. You sent out the comm message for it, yeah? You own this pretty chunk of paradise?"

@Kell Rook
@Rhogar