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[Ginko The Mushishi]

A Place to Start..

The Eternal Empire has risen, and made its biggest debut cutting down two Jedi's and Sith's in cold blood.. With this arrival to the universe, the Eternal Empire's plans to conquer the galaxies that lay before it with an iron grip seem to slowly, grow closer to civilians, Jedi, Sith, Smugglers, Droids, Bounty Hunter's, Mandalorians, and of the like are in trouble. The Immortal Emperor Valkorion continues to stare out from his flagship with a shady interest, his son, the Dark Prince Arcann at his side, whom abuse the power of the force to their desires..


Today, though, an interesting meeting is being held for people all around the galaxy. Whether poor, rich, or in between they are allowed as long as they have transportation to do so. This meeting can be held with even those of a darker purpose, as long as Jedi and Soldiers don't notice. And maybe, just maybe there's something worth while in this Mansion party..

 

[Sensei Fox]

Adahi made his way around the mansion and the other patrons in attendance. Hapan had already made its choice not to formally attend. They felt confident in the protection of their navy and the Transient Mists forming a barrier around their territory. The Republic had already learned not to try and enter without permission. The people of Hapan looked at the situation light hearted calling it 'A reality check and a reminder for the Republic not to try and become too powerful or pushy'. Despite not making a formal appearance, there was nothing saying that he couldn't attend under the guise of just another human. However, Adahi was in Republic territory now. He made sure to check the pistol he had stored on a drop leg holster. He didn't expect any trouble, it was a precaution just in case someone did start trouble or miraculously discover that he wasn't a normal human. Some species were rather sore with the Hapan because of the pirates that spawn from the outer rim of their territories. The pirates were beyong anyone's control, but people will believe as they will. Adahi made sure to remove every insignia from his clothes before departing except for the designation across his hat. He had extreme doubts that anyone would draw a Hapan conclusion from that so it stayed. The only thing that stood out were his actual looks. They were natural to every Hapan, but being the only one around with those natural characteristics did make him more prominent in the room. Still, he had managed to go undetected and unsocial so far. Hopefully someone would start this meeting soon enough or at least bring drinks around.

 

[Blarg222]

HK-100 walked into the room beside his master, a Trandosian. Of all the organics that had owned him this one was the worst of all. HK-100 removed his name almost immediately from his data banks, he knew such master was unfit for his services and would no doubt be replaced. He was a greedy man and had swindled his HK's last master into giving him away, however as clever as he was he was also an idiot. Despite HK-100's obviously aggressive appearance the Trandosian was certain he was a protocol droid, and only used him to translate with other species. This tortured HK to his very CPU, he knew his purpose and this master kept him from fulfilling it. As he walked with him the fat winged creature he called master ordered HK, "Get me a drink, droid!". HK was appalled at how lowly he talked to the most high tech assassin droid in the galaxy, but there was nothing he could do about it. "Exclamation: Drinks? I am an Assassin, not a butler." HK retorted. "Of course I buy a broken droid!" he said to himself playing off the statement as a glitch, "Now go, before I sell you as scrap". HK reluctantly left his presence in search of a refreshment for his Idiot master, wading his huge metal body through the crowd of people.

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Deep in the kitchen a young woman in a small seductive midnight blue dress. Nara sipped the imported alcohol she had just shipped in. She opened her mouth and let out a soft "ahh, that is delicious." She looked at the chef and smiled, "that is some fine Ne'tra gal. I may not know much about the Mandalorians, but they have a fine taste in Ale." She tipped the glass and let the black ale slide down her throat. She brushed her pinky across her lips and looked at him as she watched the credits were transferred into one of her many accounts. The ding of the completed transfer put a smile on her face "lovely."


She stood up and smiled at the Ortolans chef, "a pleasure doing business with you. May we meet again." She turned around and made her way out of the kitchen and into the hallway. She smiled as she passed by some notable people and ignored their second glances. Tossing her hair back she made her way into the main room where there were more people to see. She gave the crowd a seductive smile as she made her way through the parting crowd. It was common for others to stare in awe a Hapan people. She was proud of her beauty more than her heritage.


Groups upon, groups of men came up to her, but she ignored them. Nara didn't have time for flirtation with easy men, she was better than easy prey. She looked around scouring the area for someone interesting to talk to. No who here could be a good mark?

 

[Blarg222]

HK-100 had retrieved his master's drink finally, after his robotic hands accidently broke about 5 glasses. He walked back to his master and handed him his drink. His master was currently indulged in conversion which from the woman's clothing, was a Noble. He handed the drink to him in silence, as he did the women looked upon him in awe. His immense size and blackened armor did not make him a pretty sight by any means, though being a one of a kind droid did draw attention. "By the force, what kind of droid is that?" she exclaimed at the Trandosian. "He is my protocol droid, he's harmless" he said trying to comfort her. "Harmless? That thing looks like it could strangle a Rancor! Are you sure its safe?" She said looking over HK. "Yes I put a security bolt on him, as long as it is on him he follows all my orders" The Trandosian said patting HK's chest-plating, "Isn't that right pal?". HK-100 stood in silence, his programming told him to destroy this wrenched worm, but the bolt he wore activated his Passive protocol. "Oh could you send that droid to retrieve some cargo for me, it is of material wealth." She asked, swooning a seductive look at the Trandosian. The Trandosian species were greedy but above money they loved money. "Sure, sure, anything for you madam." He said waving off HK, barely even hearing the woman inquiry. HK moved outside to the landspeeder, inside he found mere boxes which he procceded to lift and move to the mansion's Storage bay.

 

[RedTimbre]

Brentaal.


Alderaan.


Selonia.


Ord Mantell... no, Quesh.


It was a game.


Jedi Consular Shaen Kenidai stood next to an elaborate sculpture of a prominent historical figure that was native to the planet he now stood upon. His hands remained clasped in one another while he maintained a stance similar to a Republic soldier’s parade rest. He was as still as the statue to his left as he took in the small crowd that had begun to assemble. It was unnecessary for him to turn his head in order to touch each unfamiliar face with his eyeless-gaze.


Politician.


Merchant.


Physician.


Officer of a privately owned and operated security firm?


The Force caressed everything in the room before relaying back the little hints and clues as to the origins and professions of those in attendance. However, it wasn’t the same as when he’d wrap a foreign object in his invisible grasp before moving it as he pleased: this was static. This was the residual effect of all things being connected - that was how his species perceived the world around them.


Something about a woman against the far wall prodded his imagination in a way that he was forced to conclude that she had arrived only hours ago by a speeder.


It was a game to try and puzzle it all out without asking the questions outright. What accent hailed from where, whose movements ached from exhaustion, the way one man moved that hinted at a concealed weapon: that had surprised him. He had not expected those who would gather - to receive the news of the latest menace to execute such unprovoked atrocities - would come armed as they were. But, perhaps that lack of foresight was in folly.


Shaen’s right hand gently rose with slightly parted fingers as a woman approached him from behind. It wasn’t necessary, yet he turned his head over his shoulder so that it was clear that he was addressing her. “No, thank you.” A large tray, balanced in her left hand, held several flutes of an exotic alcohol he had never tried. His voice was deep and articulate, but soft. The underpinnings of higher society - the past decade he’d spent engaging in politics and philosophy with members of the Galactic Senate - shaped his accent. The woman paused for only a moment before offering a small bow of her head and continuing on.


He felt her go, but in her wake formed a stronger wave of motion that pulled at his attention. A number of individuals - men - had begun to converge on a single point. Their intentions possessed a sense of purpose that struggled against the way their movements strained to not appear too eager. He could almost grasp the way a strange mix of ambition and anxiety caused each of their chests to echo with a heavy heart. In the middle of the small storm moved a single woman. She was the eye that formed within the surge that spawned around her.


A small twitch pressed an amused smile to the corners of his mouth as he continued to feel the scene unfold.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Darryn had tracked Astrid for three weeks, a waste of his time. He should be hunting Jedi and Sith, not killing an ordinary human. Credits are credits though, and he's happy to relieve them from his employer. Granted, the recent rumours of Jedi and Sith turning up dead from some external faction were reducing his business, but he was still able to find a contract with relative ease. It had been easy to slip into the luxurious villa that was this building. That was a thing, the arrival of this outside faction. It had a very sinister feel about it, like someone's aiming for a very lofty goal. Astrid was attending, so he would be too.


The party was an open event, so he just came in as if he was meant to be there. Due to the more covert nature of this mission, he'd had to forgo his usual equipment and armour. He instead packed a small holdout blaster and a dagger. If anything went wrong, his ship was very near, and his gear was aboard. The security at this event was very light. He could hardly see any guards. This would be easier than he thought.


A cheery female voice came from behind him. "Any drinks, sir?" Gah! Servants! He hated the way they call you 'sir' or 'madam'; he'd much rather be addressed as an equal, because he was. Actually, he was somewhat below them. They're earning a decent living in a decent profession. He was a criminal wanted for many counts of murder and kidnapping, along with several other charges. He dismissed the thought and the offer with a wave of the hand. Now was not the time for those thoughts. Instead he filled his thoughts with a general feeling of satisfaction and pleasure. You never know when a Jedi could be around and sense what's going on with you. He'd learned that the hard way.


Speak of the devil. There was a Jedi now. He had a hood covering the top half of his face and looked at parade rest, but alert nonetheless. He maintained control over his thought patterns and mindset, hoping to not alert the Jedi. He was standing next to a natural-looking statue. Some kind of cultural monument, it seemed. He didn't quite know what it represented, but it was the thought that counted. Turning his focus back to the Jedi, he reevaluated his chances. He didn't have his cortosis vibroblades, nor any armour, nor any other equipment like mines or grenades. If something went wrong, Darryn would be a dead man.


Shifting his gaze he saw a gaggle of men in the trail of a woman he would have called stunning when he was younger. Now his cybernetic enhancements had removed that kind of drive from him. He let his gaze linger, though. He would just be standing out if he didn't. Especially to the Jedi, damn him! He'd have to maintain focus at all times. Shame, he was hoping to relax a little more on this mission. That's the way the galaxy spins. as his mother once said.

 

[Christopher Pyne MP]

Maximus blended into the party, dressed as an outer rim aristocrat. "Dare I trouble you for a drink?" he asked the serving girl, taking a glass of fine drink, before sipping on it. He looked around the party and could sense people across the entire force spectrum. He sensed someone confused with their being, and immediately looked to her, a Hapan girl. He walked towards her "Evening." he said curtly "How are you this evening?"


Corellius needed somewhere to relax after the chaos of the last week. He has fucked up, and fucked up real bad. While he sat, schmoozing with the rich and the elite, his cruiser lay in ruins in a nearby dock, destroyed by pulling into the planets orbit too low, and forcing a crash landing. An amaeteur mistake with big conserquences. "Hey, droid!" he called out "Mind sending us an ale over here?"

 

[jole875]

Walking past a group a of laughing twileks Daren strode the group of people beyond the layers of poorer people, behind him Pinic stood hand on his blaster at all times. Walking up to where he could guess was a bar he motioned over the bartender,"Get me some blue milk and some bantha steak, i'll throw in some extra credits for the steak," Daren said with a slight smile. Behind him Pinic was surveying the area, with a squeak he turned to face the crowd, Daren had spent most of his adult life in the underground and with his unique skills had gotten many, many connections. In the crowd he could see a few people he knew, a corellian here a human there, a few of which he was friends with. Looking past the interior around him he could see that in the crowd a very very beautiful young woman,"Well damn Pini-" Daren was about to compliment the girl when from behind the bartender tapped his shoulder and handed him his blue milk. "Your steak will be done in a few minutes," the bartender said looking back toward the kitchens.

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Nara turned to see a man who looked intriguing to say the least, she smiled as he found her intriguing as well. Target acquired, he seems like fun. Her lips broke into a soft smile as he poorly tried to start a conversation with her. She could tell by his brazen manner that he was no aristocrat. Having met many in her day, she could always sense a slight poise to them, something that this man severely lacked. No matter, I can still have my fun with him. Besides what kind of party would it be if I can't have a little fun.





She brushed her hair back behind her shoulder and looked at him through thick eyelashes. "I was actually quite bored until you walked in, that is." A droid came over to the two of them with the Black Ale she had just sold on a serving plate. She took some of the imported ale the droid handed to her and held he glass in her hand. Her fingers slid across the rim of the glass and looked at him with a seductive smile. "So you're a ale man? I would have never guessed, the aristocratic taste is such a wide pallet. So many things to taste and be tasted."


From behind she could fell eyes upon her. It was not uncommon to her but she could feel something off. She didn't like the feeling, her instinct to leave rang off in her head. However she stayed, hiding her paranoia in a mask of calm seduction. Knowing that panic would only speed up the trouble. Let's play this out first.


@Bullet Tooth Tony (Please Tag me in conversations regarding Nara or my upcoming character. Thank you!!!)

 

[Homunculus]

"ＴＨＥ ＣＲＩＭＳＯＮ ＷＩＴＣＨ"




Steady footsteps made their way over to the Grandeur doors of the manor, two simple guard Droids stood vigilant with their rudimentary blasters. Maybe in those little metal shells they actually felt some sort of protection or superiority...then again they were just Droids. Regarding them with cold disdain She made her way past as her typical dark themed robe dragged across the ground, the very ends of it torn from combat and age though she didn't feel a need to get rid of it. Three Sabre's were straddled to her belt, mocking trophies of battle that she got from one of her little raids on the Jedi Temples. Two of them were from stupid Padawans who couldn't barely comprehend the idea of true power and thought their mastery over the force was better than hers...The cracking of their bones when they crashed into the pillars was satisfying...Oooh but the other one was from their master..Good fighter but sadly as all Jedi, He was inferior. The fighting was satisfying...but his screams made it worth while.


The minute she had walked in, heads turned. She didn't even need to read their expressions thank to the physiology of her race, who were capable of sensing Pheromones with stunning ease. Some were filled with wonder and curiosity whilst others were clearly fearful of her and knew of the Sorceress's reputation..The live guards exchanged looks and kept a fair distance whilst the Droids made sure their weapons were functioning in case anything went down...Then again what would in a place filled with such simpletons?...Ventra was never fond of those who lacked abilities in the force, truth be told she thought they were useless things to be cast aside once they served their purpose...but something else caught her eye among this crowd of ignorant fools..


The red orbs that formed her eyes shifted their gaze to two people in particular..One was a girl who seemed to be Hapan, But Ventra could feel underlying potential beneath that beautiful exterior and she had her doubts she was a true Jedi...Sadly this was the opposite to the other person she had noticed. A Robed man standing next to an elaborate sculpture that was no doubt made to resemble some idiotic local hero. Sneering she approached with a casual demeanour, but the expression on her face was far from friendly. Another blade to the collection would be wonderful and helpful but in a public place like this...Hmph it just won't do...that and they had been called here because of some "Common threat"...She had her doubts about the validity of this...If they stood in the way of her pursuit for knowledge, like all others they would be cast down by the rats they are.


Shifting her mind back to the figure in front of her, her expression remained cold and still as she spoke. "So What brings the so called Peace keepers of the galaxy to this place exactly.." Jedi were intolerable to her...So ignorant about the true power of the force, squandering it's true power and following some silly strictures. Course fools always believed foolish things...
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[jole875]

Looking back toward the beautiful girl he looked toward Pinic,"Is that a hapan or just some beautiful girl," he asked Pinic with a low voice. After several seconds he said,"From my records she is unknown, not in republic records it seems that she is unknown master, from my own opinion I think she may just be human, though I think your interest for her is beyond your priorities." With a slight smile Daren said,"Gotta have bait to catch your fish, always gotta have bait." As the bartender made his rounds he got a glass of some ale and gave it to Pinic,"Take that to her."


@The Suspicious Eye

 

[Blarg222]

HK-100 continued being the beast of burden for his master, until one distinct moment. While lifting one of the boxes HK accidently removed the landspeeder's brake, causing it to collide with him. The ensuing crash did no visible damage, but it damage one thing, HK's security bolt. HK was overtaken as his old data seeped back into his systems with the bolt removed and he stood up once more. HK returned inside, his targeting computer analyzing all occupants of the room, his assassination protocals calculating how to effectively kill all of them. There was but one thing missing, a sufficient master, one that could use his programming to full function. He merely stepped about the room earning glares from some occupants, probably associated to his brutish appearance. The Trandosian came up to order him but he ignored him as he paced the room. He noticed there was a series of Jedi and Sith, the likes of whom he had enjoyed killing in his better years.

 

[RedTimbre]

The subtle smile that had touched Shaen's mouth devolved into a small frown. The woman who had readily commanded the eyes of men thirsty for more than fine ale was more than a trophy to be won. Or, perhaps she would be if she wasn't already so old. A soft light emitted from her core: it was the tiny ember that Knights and Masters alike sought in young recruits. Had she been discovered as a child, her parents would have been approached a persuaded that she begin her training immediately.


Unfortunately, the time for that opportunity had long since passed.


The room around him still pulsed in three-hundred and sixty degrees with his Force driven sensory perception. A man - another missed opportunity - approached the young woman. His own ember was an artistic compliment to her own. They were nearly symmetrical in strength, though his had a tinge of a darker hue than hers. He could feel the pleasantries being exchanged between them. To his own ears they were wordless, but something ulterior seemed to emanate between them. It was reminiscent of the way two politicians felt when they engaged in small talk while skirting around a more deliberate issue. Courtship, he assumed, was the unspoken topic.


A practice wholly unfamiliar to himself.


Shaen's smile returned as his mind flipped through the invisible holocron that was his memory. Love was the undercurrent in nearly every great saga that the past refused to wipe from the Galaxy's memory. It always seemed such a fleeting thing, prone to corruption or the falsification by agents of lust and deliberate deception: at times it was even a tool and a weapon. He couldn't help but feel that, due to his affinity for discourse and dialect, he would be good at it, were he ever to try his own hand.


The irony of the sentiment was, for once, completely lost on the Jedi.


Another ripple of motion - sentients and droids alike - turning their attention in tandem towards the door commanded his eyeless-gaze. Where the man and woman he had been observing possessed the tiny spark necessary to control the force: she was a Star imploding in on itself. His spine reminded itself of the perfect posture he aimed to keep, while every muscle schooled themselves to find relaxed serenity. Blood red - defiled by a smoke the pitch of night and ash with a sickly tint of disease - swirled around the Nautolan. This time he did not make the unnecessary movement to physically turn his head when he spoke.


"Just that, Sith," he spoke low so no one else could hear. "Keeping the peace." He deliberately placed the emphasis on his intention, rather that the insult she undoubtedly wore with pride as her title. This was no place for the two of them to challenge one another. He could feel that the taint of her aura was derived from a deep seeded knowledge of The Dark Side: it went beyond simple hatred. His focus released her in order to sweep across the room. It was more likely than not that innocents would suffer, should they choose to illustrate the command each of them held over The Force.


"I would ask the same of you..." He let his words trail off as he gave a small bow of his head and offered a smile at a passing woman whose eyes were glued to the Nautolan. He would remain collected, if not simply for their sake. "But, I do not think that is necessary. I suspect your interest and purpose in this event is to learn more of men who killed two of your own in cold blood?" This time he did turn his head to address her. "Or, would that be a presumptuous over simplification - a mistake - to assume that you yet retain the capacity for compassion? Perhaps it is fear that has inspired you to learn more."


Shaen turned his head to appear as if he was looking forward as he stood beside her. It was tempting to try and goad a disciple of the more emotionally unstable side of The Force. However, the soft pulse of so many lives around him reminded the Jedi of the virtue of patience.

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Nara smiled and slowly drank the Ale she had in her glass. She brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled as she let it the tips of her hair brush across her back. She laughed and smiled as she felt the eyes on her once again, she glanced around but in the crowd of hundreds she couldn't pick the eyes on her out. She turned around as a odd looking server came up to her with another drink. She looked down at her glass realizing it was empty.


"Ah, thank you." Slipping her fingers around the glass she replaced it with the empty one. She held the drink in her hand and gave a relaxed smiled to the droid. She looked it over curiously, "my, my, you don't look like any of there server droids I seen here. Tell me who is your owner? Your design is fascinating."


@jole875 (Thank you for tagging me.)

 

[Homunculus]

"ＴＨＥ ＣＲＩＭＳＯＮ ＷＩＴＣＨ"




"Indeed killed in the cold blood of their own incapable idiocy...If they were good they would have actually survived but ah how unfortunate that they did not...and I hold no compassion for those who have the mental ability of a labour droid...Hmph fear...now that's an interesting concept, but the true powers of the Sith magik's are even more interesting..."


She gave a cold smile to the man, he should be an interesting one to deal with in a place such as this...hopefully this meeting doesn't draw out longer than it has too. It would be unfortunate if one of her Sabre's accidentally decapitated him..but ah well accidents do happen.


Forming a scheming smile upon her face, she had noticed how he was examining the two little force adepts talking to one another in a casual conversation. They did seem to radiate that familiar pulse of potential that most capable of the force had...Possible Candidates for training?...Unlikely...Most people had a fascination with physical combat and the easier to learn side of the force, tending to forget the powerful magic & Alchemical knowledge the true Sith's had forged long ago on Korriban.


Noticing that the blue dressed beauty look around again, to Ventra it was evident that she was feeling like someone was watching her...and that feeling was quite true.


'Well aren't you a little beauty hmph?...It must be fun playing dress up yes?...If you want to actually talk, find the Nautolan with Red eyes next to a hooded man and statue..'


Ventra chose to Telepathically communicate with the girl, a little light teasing to pass the time never hurt of course...To most that little disguise would work but Ventra knew better than most.


This girl was hiding something but what Ventra wasn't overly sure.


Whatever it was, It was more likely of little importance...This was just to ease the gnawing boredom eating away at her...That and those who hadn't chose an allegiance to either side of the force where just ripe for the picking.


"I hope you don't mind me taking your wasted Opportunity, Little defender..."



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@The Suspicious Eye @RedTimbre

 

[jole875]

Pinic looked the girl over slowly then said,"I am Pinic my master is very intrigued with you." Turning slowly, but still with one hand on his blaster like always he points to Daren. "I am no ordinary droid madam," he said with a mechanical laugh, walking back over to where Daren was standing he turned to the crowd awaiting the woman to follow him.


Daren had dug into his bantha steak and had already finished most of it when Pinic came walking back, always looking stiff and honorable. "Good job Pinic that's a few more credits towards your brother," Daren said with a smile.


@The Suspicious Eye

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

"Pssst! Hey you! HK-100 model?! Come here!" Spoke a voice from the hallway, a young man was dragging one of the bartender's away, having successfully knocked him out and took his clothes, putting them on, he threw the bartender into the freezer. The young man had black, thick long hair, tied in a ponytail with a few long strips of hair poking out and covering bits of his face, he was rather tall, around 6 feet at least. Lean and built at the same time. He seemed to have a common interest in the droid, and especially knowing its name? After all these years and only one had been ever made? There was something intriguing about the young man indeed, he made sure to supress his force sensitivity, ensuring no Sith or Jedi would be amazed at the power, and go look for it.


"You have a master? Well..A Droid can't go without a master can they? I wonder, are you hiring? Cuz I can buy you if ya like!" He stated with an obvious, rather devilish smirk. Cracking his knuckles after a job well done of sneaking in. "I'd like your help if you're willing to make me your master, all up to you buddy! I know what you're capable of and its amazing! Such craftsmanship of a Droid like yourself deserves to be recognized and praised!" He looked around, jumping out and blending in with the ole' simple crowd. Trying to meet the HK-100 Droid he was so interested in.


Making his way over he bumped into Nara, gave a soft smile "Sorry Ma'am!" Sliding past Daren and Nara he caught a glimpse of the Sith and the Jedi together, speaking to himself, or more in his head.. "Well, didn't expect anyone from the Republic or the Sith to arrive here...Guess No Force Sensitivity at all for tonight!"


He twirled around Darryn, slowly tangoed with Maximus and then slid under Corellius, patted Adahi on the back. As he came near the Sith he pat her tentacles, with a swift motion blending in the crowd before she could catch notice, and lightly flicked the Jedi's neck, continuing with his rather stealthy approach.


Finally, he met the HK-100 droid,smiling. "So, how about it? I'll let you at least beat up some guards that we find and some servants. But we can't kill for now buddy!"


@Bullet Tooth Tony @Fezzes @Sensei Fox

 

[Blarg222]

"What make you think you are worthy of my service meatbag? I am HK-100, The most advanced Assassin Droid in the quadrant. I may enjoy liquidating meatbags but do not misconstrue, my form of assassination is art" HK said looking at the new human in his presence.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

"Oh I know all about you HK-100, Assassin Droid that survived the Mandalorian Wars, the only model made, Cortosis Armor Plating, the most high tech in figuring out the best Assassinations, oh I know all about you indeed. I'm only surprised to find you here!"


He grinned, looking over the droid with a mechanic's eye, he enjoyed studying the droid. "I'm sure you and I both can work something out, if you want, you can be my companion and I your master, I know all about your weaponry, your design. Its amazing! To have you be my ally, would be an even more amazing moment in my life!"

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Nara was intrigued and excused herself from the man she was speaking to (@Bullet Tooth Tony ). Sliding her hand up on his chest and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She slid her hand across the strap of her dress to her cleavage and turned to the droid. She decided to follow the droid to his master. She was intrigued by the gentleman behind the droid, or at least much more interested than the man who's pocket she just picked. She swayed behind the man slowly making her way over to Daren. She smiled at him as she arrived, pleasantly surprised. She was about to speak when she was bumped by a man.


Her drink toppled and the ale, that se spent quite some effort smuggling, spilled onto the floor. The man apologies, but it was already too late, he was on her black list. Men with no grace should spend their time at a cantina not at a party. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Calm down there's no need to start a fight just yet. She smiled and slid her fingers through her hair. Regaining her grip on the glass she looked at Darren. "Well you must be the man I've been looking for." She slid a hand down her side and let it rest on her waist. "You are the one who sent this droid to deliver me this delicious ale am I correct?"


@jole875

 

[jole875]

With a smile Daren took another sip of his milk and put it down,"Yes, it seems. Don't let him full you, if he hasn't told you already his name is Pinic and he is much smarter than he looks," Said Daren giving Pinic a nod and a smile. "Where are my manners, my name is Daren Virakk. I saw you across the room and I could tell you weren't an ordinary woman, quite magnificent if I might say, may I know your name madam," Daren asked with his slick smile as he rubbed his blue hair.


@The Suspicious Eye

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Darryn could feel the tension in the air between the Jedi and the Sith. It was time to leave. He couldn't survive the whirlwind tat was probably about to ensure without his gear. He slipped from the rum and into a side closet, where his armour, cortosis laced vibrorapier, a demo charge, and a thermal detonator were waiting. He'd been prepared for this, but walking through the front door in armour and with weapons would have made him target number one for security. Now that would be the Sith, so they may not see him. Either way, somebody's day was going to be ruined by the end of this. He was determined to make sure it wasn't his.

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Nara nodded recalling the droid's hand on the gun. She wouldn't take him or his owner so lightly. She would play this out and see where it goes, her instincts would tell her when to get out. She batted her eyelashes and turned away feigning bashfulness. Glancing at him, she looked at him with seductive eyes. "You could tell all that by just glancing across the room? My I wonder what you can tell about me from up close. You may lean all my secrets." She paused for a moment and looked into his eyes, Sliding her finger across her red lips she lightly nibbled on the nail and smiled.


She put both of her hands on the glass and took another step to him. "I suppose knowing my name won't give away too much of the mystery." She held out her hand to him to kiss, "my name is Leeadra Xen." She lied easily, taking a name of one of her many aliases came easily to her. The name would register on any Republic database as the daughter of a wealthy CEO of a large company. "It's nice to meet you Daren."


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With a smile he bowed and kissed her hand,"Very nice to meet you indeed,"I must have heard that name somewhere in one of my favorite cantinas, but never mind that.I 'm a businessman by trade you see, I'm what you could call a organic calculator," Daren paused for a second,"I'm very good at solving problems, I have to know, are you a Hapan," Daren asked trying to stay as relaxed as he could, he didn't want to get sucked into any seduction.


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