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| General_Adenn | Date: Tuesday, 07 May 13, 12:24 PM | Message # 31 |
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| There wouldn't be much need for research, a quick query in to the HoloNet and the search would yield a wide number of returns. Most in regards to the 110th being officially disbanded. Basteel started as a humanitarian effort against a ruthless regime that had taken control of their local government. It ended with the roles being reversed. The Infantry that had been sent to save the innocents of the planet became the tormentors. Entire generations had been wiped out. It was a shameful display, and the Republic did not let it go unpunished. Cycerin was only one of around four hundred, out of the entire Division, that had not died on the planet, or was executed after trial.
As Ilanah entered the Speeder, Cycerin had once more placed his mismatched orbs firmly on Kal. There was definitely something about the man he couldn't quite place. Something familiar in the way he carried himself. Not that he'd done anything to start a wild brawl, many of the men in this area, of this lifestyle needed little more than a misguided and askew glance lobbed in their general direction and blood was ready to be shed.
"Well, enjoy the walk home, friend." Cycerin's tone was now as dismissive as ever as he began to circle around the back of the speeder, and when he finally came to the passenger side he nodded up once more. Taking a long, slow pull from what remained of the Pyrepenol, before flicking the nearly spent, still lit stub over the glossy roof of Ilanah's ride, directly towards Kal's chest. "Finish that off, my boy." He said, chuckling quite contently as he opened the door. "You want to grow up big and strong like me, right?"
Without another thought, nor word left to exchange he casually climbed in to the young girls speeder. Pulling the door shut, and secure behind him before he handed her a small scrap of cheap, crumpled paper with barely legible scribbles stretched across it. "You know how to get here?" He asked quietly, his eyes locked firmly in place on the side of her face. The address was to a small, but popular night club just east of the great waterfall that was popular with the tourists that came here for the beautiful scenery.
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Tuesday, 07 May 13, 3:58 PM | Message # 32 |
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| Ilanah pulled the door of her speeder shut and glanced out the darkened window at Kal briefly, as Cycerin was getting a last word or two in. She couldn't really hear him, as he was talking quiet enough and she had just started the speeder. The windows were tinted dark enough that he wouldn't be able see her, except perhaps the shape of a human figure sitting in the drivers seat.
When Cycerin got in and pulled the door shut, she looked over at him and took the offered piece of paper. She read over it and nodded before she handed it back to him. "Yeah...I've been there a few times." she murmured as she gave him a hesitant glance. With one last look back at Kal, she pressed the accelerator of the speeder to pull out of the space she was parked in and left the parking lot. Ilanah pushed her fingertips through her raven locks and she glanced back over once they were on their way.
"How do you know Calanon?" She asked after several moments of lingering silence. Yes, she was trusting, but something was making her hesitate. It was too late to change her mind now, however, and since she was in a confined space with this stranger, she thought she might as well be polite...to a point. "I mean...I was expecting him near an hour ago. He's been late before, but not like that..." Ilanah trailed off with the realization that he might not care or want to hear her rambling. So instead, she just shut up and drove.
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| General_Adenn | Date: Tuesday, 07 May 13, 4:30 PM | Message # 33 |
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| It wasn't so much that Cycerin was against small talk. No, in fact, in certain situations it was hard to get him to shut up. But as of right now, this was still considered business. He was supposed to direct her to the club, she was supposed to buy the drugs rich girls like using, what was it Calanon had said she was in to, Nyriaan? Then he'd get paid.
So for now he just let her ask her questions. As he carefully adjusted himself in the comfortable leather seat of her Speeder. Slowly he leaned further back in to the seat, stretching his long, strong legs forward as far as he could while he shifted and arm across the back rest of her seat. His other propped up against the base of the dark tinted window.
"Like I said, we're on and off associates." He reinformed her, his eyes lazily gazing upon the side of her face as the car filled with a drowned golden hue with each street lamp they passed underneath. "He tells me there's a job, or an errand, or. . . whatever. I do that, I get paid. We party a little here and there too. In love with Twi'Leks that one is, let me tell you."
Cycerin let his gaze linger on her for but a moment longer before he returned to watching the quiet night life of Dee'Ja Peak. Always amazed at how quickly the city in the hills shifted from homeless drug fiends to dining tourists and nightlife enthusiasts, all in a matter of a few blocks.
"Yeah, I was having a drink. But, on the bright side, had I not been. You wouldn't have met your wonderful little school boy back there." He joked, his body numb and every nerve tingling with bliss. "I'm sure he'll know exactly how to bore you."
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Tuesday, 07 May 13, 5:00 PM | Message # 34 |
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| Ilanah shook her head. "I did not know he loved Twi'Leks...." She murmured as she kept driving. They weren't far off now, which was good. "I guess our interactions have been rather....limited." And in the brief amounts of time that she had spent with Calanon, Twi'Leks had never come up, then again, there was really never much talking happening.
She considered what he said about Kal, and didn't respond right away as she mulled the meeting of Kal over in her mind. "He wants to save me." She said, as a smirk crossed her face. "But he's not a school boy....I'm positive about that." there was something about Kal that kept Ilanah thinking about him, though for the moment she needed to push him out of her mind.
The young woman pulled the speeder up to the nightclub he had directed her to and she put the vehicle in park and let the valet take her keys before he helped her out of the speeder. She took something from her handbag and tucked it down into her cleavage and left the bag sitting in the back seat. There was nothing valuable in it anyway, so it didn't much matter to her.
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| General_Adenn | Date: Tuesday, 07 May 13, 5:37 PM | Message # 35 |
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| "Oh, I assure you he is. Don't let that special little tingle you got fool you. He's never seen one, that's why he was offering to save you. Not. . . weelll." He trailed off playfully, as they pulled in and she put her vehicle in park. "I think you know what I'm talking about."
Laggardly he removed himself from the Speeder, coughing violently as he heaved himself up and made his way around the front to Ilanah's left side. His lungs truly were on their final stretch it seemed. "Now you just stick around with me tonight, and maybe I'll show you how a real man should treat you." Cycerin cockily informed while he draped an arm over her, gripping his palm on to the ball of her shoulder that was furthest from him. Hugging her to the side of his hard, muscular body. No amount of shucking or protest would unhinge him either. She wasn't about to get lost in the crowd before he had the money in his pocket. "If you're a good girl, that is."
Satisfied, he began to rally her forward, no rush, the pace was casual. A line of people stretched all the way down the street, but their trajectory was not leading them towards the back of it. Oh no, he was headed straight for the Security guard at the entrance.
"Cycerin you dirty akk dog! The RSF hasn't locked you up yet?!" The tall, wide man yelled contently, unlatching a braided gold rope as they approached. Much to the disgust of many front line patrons.
"It hasn't been for a lack of effort, let me tell you. I can't even think about going to Moenia without getting hauled in." He replied just as loudly, slapping the man on his bicep with his free hand as they passed.
"To Malachor with them if they can't take a joke, right?! Calanon's in the back, man. Take it light."
As they entered, it was almost as though the world suddenly had been throw upside down. Music pumped wildly, the bass so heavy it felt as though the bones in your body were rattling, begging for mercy. The room was dark, lit only with black lights, and neon lasers with the occasional burst of flames over the bar. The building looked as though it held several hundred people too many as a vast majority of them danced to the hypnotic beat near the centre of the large room. Others stood casually huddled in various groups on the fringes of the large rhythmicly flailing horde, many on the prowl for a body to bring home to their bed.
But none of them were Cycerin's concern right now as he strode with Ilanah in tow further across the sea of sweat and dance. His arm holding her tight to the side of his tall frame as his head bounced enthusiastically to the beat. Their destination was quite clear now, a small room behind a thick curtain that appeared to be made out of some sort of leather, or other heavy material. That's where Calanon was, that's where the drugs were. That's where his money is.
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Tuesday, 07 May 13, 5:53 PM | Message # 36 |
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| "No...he's a Jedi." She said before she slammed the door of the speeder closed and stepped away from it so the valet could take care of it. "So I highly doubt that your assessment of school boy is correct." She wasn't positive about that, since Kal hadn't confirmed it, but she was pretty sure....
Ilanah groaned some as he dragged her close. She understood why, and she didn't care, it was just the swiftness and possessiveness of the gesture that shocked her to a point. After a few moments, she relaxed considerably. Once inside the club, she relaxed further. It was dark and loud...and comfortable to her. Truth be told, she felt comfortable with his arm draped over her. So comfortable, in fact, that she lipped her arm around his waist.
As they walked, she plucked a shot off of a passing waiter droids tray. The alcohol slid down her throat easily and relaxed her further. Hearing Calanon's name made her feel better also, but not markedly so. "Mm...sorry....did you want one?" Ilanah picked up another and handed it to Cycerin casually, before she deposited her empty glass back on the tray.
She knew he was on a mission, and just wanted a paycheck, but one drink wouldn't slow either of them down enough to matter. "So, Calanon is back here?" Ilanah asked before she pushed open the curtain with her free hand so they could go on back.
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| General_Adenn | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 5:49 AM | Message # 37 |
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| Ah, so the mystery man she had been referring to as Kal was actually a Jedi. Cycerin had known something was off about him. Something strange. Perhaps the strangest part of the entire story was that he, a Galactic peace keeper was going to be HER saviour. From what he could gather out of the girls sparse, and oft times semi-coherent whispers of Kal he wasn't going to send her off, nor urge her to seek the help she needed at one of Naboo, nay, the Galaxy's many, many rehabilitation clinics. Perhaps he should use this to his benefit and hire a ghost writer of some sort to pen him a trashy novel one would find on any book cart at innumerable mini-marts across the Galaxy. Jedi meets rich wayward girl, Jedi promises to lead her back to the light side of life, Jedi marries girl, Jedi lustfully bends girl forward and ravages her for years to come. Now that'd be a best seller with all of the lonely housewives from Coruscant to the Outer-Rim.
"I'm not well known for saying no, " He joked, his head leaning close to hers so he could breathe the words in to her ear over the loud thump of the music. He'd opt to drop the subject about the Jedi before he flew off the deep end completely. Plus, this night was about him now. He'd have some money, there were drugs just beyond the curtain, good music, and plenty of hours left in the night to make a whole host of regrettable decisions. "Yeah, let's get going." He spoke in to her ear once more after shooting the drink down with one masterful gulp.
As Ilanah peeled the curtain backward, and the two stepped through, Cycerin finally released his grip from her body. Letting her step away if she so chose.
"By the Force, Cycerin! You're like two hours late! I thought you'd been pinched." Calanon almost instantly shouted towards the two of them as they entered. Marking the second time in a span of less than twelve minutes that someone had alluded to him having issues with the authorities.
This room was quite different than the main club. The walls were a rich burgundy with thick, comfortable black couches across the back wall. In the centre of the room was a small stage with a red lit floor and a tall pole stood directly in the middle. On the stage, unsurprisingly, a white fleshed, topless twi'lek swayed hypnotically to the beat of the music outside. To the left of the stage a serving droid and a mini-bar. To the right a few chairs and a circular table with a whole host of different coloured powders, pills, vials and needles.
"Better late than never, right?" Cycerin said flatly as he approached the couch.
Calanon was seated in the middle. A blue skinned, barely clothed twi'lek reclined on his left, her legs settled over his lap as she carefully inhaled a line of Glitteryll through her nostril from a small square mirror.
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 8:17 AM | Message # 38 |
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| Ilanah glanced up at Cy as he took the offered drink and downed the liquid in one easy shot. It was a fiery drink, and she wasn’t sure what it was, but she also didn’t care. There was honestly not a whole lot that the girl cared about anymore, especially right at that moment. But even as she felt that way, her mind kept wandering back to the meeting, just a bit ago, with Kal. No matter how hard she tried, she was struggling to push him out of her mind. The next course of action was to drown out her thoughts with alcohol and drugs.
The change of scenery didn’t phase her in the slightest, nor did the Twi’Lek dancer on stage, or the one draped across Calanon’s lap. She glanced at him and a half smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Ilanah shooed the girl away and dropped down next to her ‘friend’ and crossed her legs. “Nice choice.” She commented as she watched the Twi move off to the side. “Pretty, too.” There was no hint of jealousy there, because she truly didn't care what (or who) Calanon did with or in his free time. It was all up to him. Once she was out of earshot though, Ilanah pulled a credit chip from her cleavage and held it out to him.
"It's what we agreed on last time, Calanon. But don't forget to pay your friend...since you couldn't be bothered with meeting me yourself. Maybe I'll have to find someone else that actually wants the job. He might...." She glanced to Cy. "He might want to take the whole profit instead of just the pittance you are probably paying him." Once again, for the first time since they had arrived in the night club, she locked her gaze with Cycerin's and offered a small smile.
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| General_Adenn | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 10:27 AM | Message # 39 |
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| "Oh. . . ?" Calanon replied, his tone suddenly serious, and short. Hesitantly he lobbed a stare towards Cycerin, he was by no means scared of the man, at least not while he himself was nearly black out drunk and stoned. But he did know who he was, and he knew what he was capable of. So he'd do his best not to ignite any type of fire here he could not easily control. Ilanah on the other hand. . . young, naive Ilanah.
"The price has doubled, " He said lowly, batting the hand that bore her credit chip to the side before he pinched a tight grip on to the back of her neck, forcing her to lean towards him so they could share some intimate words. "You go ahead and do that you junkie brat." He seethed venomously, "But tell me this." He glanced back towards Cycerin once before returning his gaze to Ilanah. "What do you honestly think would happen when a Pyrepenol addicted, alcoholic, spice head war criminal is going to do when he finds out who your father is?" He questioned. "-I- keep you safe around here. -I- let you live this lavish, excessively decadent life. And if you think I won't end you, you have another thing coming!" He growled, forcefully pushing his weight on to the back of her neck, urging her with considerable aggression off from the couch. "And don't you EVER forget that you ungreatful little rat."
The sudden commotion seemed to instantly alter the entire karma of the room. Cycerin, whom had been watching the two was now standing. As was the blue twi'lek, while her white fleshed friend had stopped dancing and had inched towards the edge of the stage nervously.
"Now I suggest you get out of my sight and fix that attitude before I really get mad." He insisted, complete disbelief pouring over him. Who did this over privileged little girl think she was? WHERE did she think she was. "I don't recall telling you to stop dancing!"
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Wednesday, 08 May 13, 2:59 PM | Message # 40 |
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| She barely flinched when he pushed her hand, and instead of dropping the credit chip, she managed to slip it into his shirt pocket. Ilanah was completely prepared to give him another one, as he had gotten grumpy and done that before, when he grabbed her and pulled her close. He didn't frighten her at all, because while he felt he could threaten her, what she could do to him was far, far worse.
When he pushed her, though, she stumbled just enough to fall into Cycerin. It only took her a moment to collect herself and straighten her dress before she moved the few steps back to Calanon. "Do you remember when we met, Calanon? You were a rookie, fresh out of academy...crappy little apartment, no money...until I asked you to help me. I wonder how the head of the NSF would feel when he found out that one of his own, one sworn to protect the innocent, was selling drugs to supplement his income? And oh! What about how he seduced and lied to the daughter of the Queen's highest Royal Advisory Councillors....and got her hooked on those same drugs? I wonder how long that would put you in prison for, Calanon? The rest of your miserable and pathetic life? It would probably be short, at least, you're too pretty to go to prison."
"So I dare you to get mad. Because at this point you have a couple of options: 1.) remember who helped you get here and give me what I came for and we will continue on as we have so far, B.) Try to hurt me, and we will see if your 'Pyrepenol addicted, alcoholic, spice head war criminal' chooses your losing side, or the side of a pretty girl with a helluva bank roll and other ways to get and give him what he needs, Next.) Refuse to give us what we want, and pay him, and we will see how long you last in a Republic prison. Because honestly, who are the authorities going to believe?" She was sure as hell that her father had enough pull, that it wouldn't be Calanon's story that everyone listened to.
Ilanah cleared her throat and stood again, straightening her short black dress before she moved back to Cycerine, where she stood in front of him, but slightly to the side. "So what is it going to be, Cal?"
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