Nar Shaddaa

The Yellow Viper Cantina is lively tonight, a great deal of rough looking folks and Mandalorians in armor are milling about enjoying the booze and the atmosphere. Corso Fett is on the second floor surrounded by his entourage of hardened Mandalorian fighters of varying clans. Standing guard near the entrance of the VIP area he has taken as his own is Shae Vizla, his second in command. She is in casual clothes with a modded disruptor pistol on her hip and a vibro-knife in her boot.

Corso sits and speaks with other Mandalorian leaders. Downstairs the clans sing, fight, and carouse with all the fury a Mandalorian can muster.

Craw swaggers into the establishment. He brushes off the few looks given to him on his way to the bar, obviously they are just jealous of his awesomeness, not judging the sorry state of his armor. He saddles up to the bar, and quickly catches the bartender's attention.

"One tihaar please, make it snappy." He says, giving the bartender a quick finger gun with his right hand, and winking. Although the bartender probably won't catch the wink from under Craw's helmet.

As he waits for his drink to arrive, he glances around the club, eyeing the crowd.

A good party was good to find.

Galen entered the club, looking around for friendly faces and watching out for unfriendly ones.

Following Galen was the pink Twi'lek. A good party wouldn't be missed!

A Mandalorian woman in armor pushes past and orders a drink as well though not with as much swagger. She removes her helmet and turns to the raucous gathering as two Mandalorians get into a fist fight. She shakes her head and then tips back the heavy liquor with ease and then orders another.

She notices Craw and gives him a slight nod of respect, if only for being a Mandalorian.

Craw too removes his helmet when his drink arrives. He nods to the other mandalorian and winks at her, before downing his drink and asking for a refill from the bartender.

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A cloaked, masked figure entered the establishment, accompanied by an armoured Mandalorian. While the blonde proceeded toward the Vode An singing group, joining them quickly in voice and drink, the mysterious figure quietly moved to the stairway up, soon meeting the readhead. A respectful nod.

"I am a friend of Clan Vizsla. You might have heard about me from Vorn. I believe I've been invited."

Shae looks the mysterious woman over and says, "Name?"

Galen paused to watch the fight, then glanced over to another fight. Then he led Aphr on to the bar. It was best to get a drink before someone punched him.

"This face belongs to a Sith called the Red Wraith. The face underneath is the one who's been invited." Moyr passed her datapad with the invitation.

Aphr moved to sit with Galen, also watching. "That didn't take long" she said quietly with a chuckle

Moyr Ahaya wrote:"This face belongs to a Sith called the Red Wraith. The face underneath is the one who's been invited." Moyr passed her datapad with the invitation.

Shae looks it over carefully and says, "What's a Sith want with Mandalorians, looking to hire?"

Aphr Ahaya wrote:Aphr moved to sit with Galen, also watching. "That didn't take long" she said quietly with a chuckle

"Work hard, play harder." he grinned. "I love Mandalorians. What would you like to drink?"

Aphr Ahaya wrote:Aphr moved to sit with Galen, also watching. "That didn't take long" she said quietly with a chuckle

Aphr feels a cold shiver come over her and for a moment she can see blood on her hands... a blink and it is gone.

Craw Toboga wrote:Craw swaggers into the establishment. He brushes off the few looks given to him on his way to the bar, obviously they are just jealous of his awesomeness, not judging the sorry state of his armor. He saddles up to the bar, and quickly catches the bartender's attention.

"One tihaar please, make it snappy." He says, giving the bartender a quick finger gun with his right hand, and winking. Although the bartender probably won't catch the wink from under Craw's helmet.

As he waits for his drink to arrive, he glances around the club, eyeing the crowd.

The bartender set the drink forward. However, that was not the only new appearance on the counter. A knife slammed down as well. At first, the bartender was, at first, angry over it but he soon knew to back off.



"You have the nerve to come here. You're either brave or stupid, or maybe both." The woman shook her head. "'Verd ori'shya beskar'gam.' Does that mean anything to you or have you been rolling around in your own filth for so long to have forgotten the language too?"

"That is not a question I was asked before, and yet it has not prevented me from having a mutually beneficial ties with men and women of Mandalore. I come with no particular business this time. There might be arrangements in the future. I was told Corso Fett is interested in meeting me. I would not shun a man like him with rejecting this courtesy, and I am equally curious. So here I am, answering the call."

Craw Toboga wrote:Craw too removes his helmet when his drink arrives. He nods to the other mandalorian and winks at her, before downing his drink and asking for a refill from the bartender.

"Cute, you got a name or should I call you Winks," she says.

Moyr Ahaya wrote:"That is not a question I was asked before, and yet it has not prevented me from having a mutually beneficial ties with men and women of Mandalore. I come with no particular business this time. I was told Corso Fett is interested in meeting me. I would not shun a man like him with rejecting this courtesy, and I am equally curious. So here I am, answering the call."

Shae looks over to Corso and he gives her approval and she steps aside.

Moyr strolled forth, not overdoing the natural grace of her movements, but neither trying to conceal her gender. "It's good to meet you, Corso Fett. May it be a token of my confidence in you and your people that you know me by my two names already, even though I prefer to keep them distinct." A nod for a greeting.

"What do you..." Aphr began to say, before she suddenly shivered. She brought her hands up to rub her bare arms for warmth, then stared wide-eyed at the blood.

A moment later and it was gone, but she was still staring.

Nekoinu wrote:The bartender set the drink forward. However, that was not the only new appearance on the counter. A knife slammed down as well. At first, the bartender was, at first, angry over it but he soon knew to back off.



"You have the nerve to come here. You're either brave or stupid, or maybe both." The woman shook her head. "'Verd ori'shya beskar'gam.' Does that mean anything to you or have you been rolling around in your own filth for so long to have forgotten the language too?"

It took a minute for Craw to process this. But when he finally realized what she had said, he stood up and slammed his fist on the bar. "Where the hell do you get the nerve to talk like that to me?! I don't even fucking know you!"

Aphr Ahaya wrote:"What do you..." Aphr began to say, before she suddenly shivered. She brought her hands up to rub her bare arms for warmth, then stared wide-eyed at the blood.

A moment later and it was gone, but she was still staring.

He caught her reaction as her voice trailed off. Stepping closer, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Vera Ordo," the woman explained before stuffing her dagger back into its sheath. She crossed her arms. "My Clan has good relations with Clan Cadera. Can you figure it out yet or do I need to kriffing remind you why you are vilified?"

Galen Sol wrote:

Aphr Ahaya wrote:"What do you..." Aphr began to say, before she suddenly shivered. She brought her hands up to rub her bare arms for warmth, then stared wide-eyed at the blood.

A moment later and it was gone, but she was still staring.

He caught her reaction as her voice trailed off. Stepping closer, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"There was blood on my hands" she whispered very quietly to the boy, showing her hands "there isn't now. I felt a shiver too."

She looked around, checking to see who had arrived recently.

Craw's face goes through a number of emotions in an alarmingly short timespan. Starts at anger, goes to panic, then to fear, then he just gives up and sits back down, burying his face in his hands. "Aw fuck..." He pauses before grabbing his drink and emptying it.
He continues, his tone flat. "Suppose I should feel lucky that it's you who found me and not her."