Feeling a little foolish and dumbfounded, Dohr watched doctor Carstairs walk away. Perhaps they'd bump into each other again later on and he'd get to another chance to ask his question then. He turned around just in time to see Mr. Teckla approaching. Apparently most of the quests had already arrived or there was a calmer moment allowing the busy host to leave his post.

"Ah indeed, how thoughtless of me not to mention my trade. Apologies. But yes, I am indeed a doctor of medicine and I have specialized in military treatment and general surgery. But I do not wish to bore you with the details of my occupational background." There was a pause as the Kel Dor considered his next words. For while doctor Dohr Veen was skilled in many things, but lying wasn't one of them. "As for my working place… No. I do not work at any of the hospitals on Det Akari. I am more a… an entrepreneur. When I first arrived on Akari, I did not wish to get… stuck in another institutional job handling the same kind of things day to day. And I felt I would be of more use in places where the public healthcare could not or even would not reach. Hence I started my private clinic in the Claws… "

Dohr observed thow he Zeltron reacted to the word. "… some eighteen months ago. My two… " There was another pause and a slight ripple of sadness in Dohr's voice as he said the number." assistants and I have mostly been occupied by the confrontations between the various gangs in the Claws area as well as the racing track. It was there on the Tracks I met your friend doctor Carstairs as well as some of her… companions? There was a young girl who crashed pretty hard, but fortunately wasn't seriously injured. Perhaps you know her as well? I think she had registerd the the race under the alias 'K'."

Dohr nodded to a waiter and accepted a new drink. This time it was in a covered glass that had a nose or straw of sorts coming out from the top. Not very unlike the mugs human babies drank their water or milk from. He raised the glass in salutation to Vyn and took a sip. It was a very, very good Dorian Dreamy Devil.

"Ohhhh, you're THAT Doctor."  If Heigren thought anything of Dohr mentioning of the Claws District, nothing showed in his features.  He was surprised to hear the Doctor was a military man.

"So do you like practising in the Claws District?  I recently landed a sweet gig that got me off the planet I lived on.  It's great.  I get paid to kill Imperials and I even get time off to enjoy throwing parties like this!"

Dohr smiled behind his mask. So he had been right. They were all part of the same group of non-akarians. He bowed slightly in acknowledgement to Vyn. "Yes. I believe I am that doctor. Although your friend did not really require any treatment or care from my part or at least that was my initial assessment after a few scans. However I would not have released her so soon of course had doctor Carstairs not been there to accept responsiblity. For even a simple concussion may require constant observation for some time."

The doctor did not try to hide his feelings from Vyn and it was clear that something about discussing his work on Akari made him feel uncomfortable. But despite the discomfort, Dohr did respond honestly: "I have enjoyed my work, yes. The Claws is not the easiest of places to practice as the gangs tend to be fairly violent and do not take kindly to the treatment of their enemies. There have been a few unfortunate cases when I have been forced to… well… emphasize..  my stand in the matter, but fortunately we all have come to a common understanding on my impartiality."

The Kel Dor let's out a sigh that must sound a bit strange coming through his voice amplifier and continues: "However less than a full day ago, and actually only a few hours before I had a look at young 'K' at the Tracks, my life on Det Akari took a sudden, quite sad change to the worse." Dohr didn't know why he was spilling his guts to an unknown Zeltron, but when he got started he felt he should let it all come out: "This morning OOC: or was it even morning? I found one of my assistants, a human female called Majara, brutally murdered. I will not go into the details of her terrible demise here as it would just ruin the mood of your wonderful party for both of us. However in order to keep my orderly Dorank from experiencing a similar fate, I have decided to shut down the clinic and leave the planet behind as soon as possible."

Dohr knew his plan might sound like he was running like a coward, but he was not worried about his personal safety. As a trained soldier and a veteran of many fights, he knew how to take care of himself. The few gang members who'd tried to bully him in the past had been thick-skulled enough  to only learn the hard way.
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Mika pushes her way through the throng of people, gettiing more and more irritated with the situation.  Getting to her room, she does her best to slip into her room and shut the door behind her, but the press of people have them flowing into her room like a pressure valve blowing.

"She gets on the comms, yelling over the crowd.  "They're in my room."

She brandishes the stun baton, jumps on the bed and yells out, "Get out of my room!"  Any who seem disinterested in leaving immediately, she moves to give a shock.
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Location: Turbolifts

Heigren, clearly, isn't going anywhere.  The wait staff relent as Sheila walks off, though they eye her suspiciously.  While they haven't heard everything that's gone on they can tell Sheila clearly isn't happy with the host.

"Should we throw that one out, sir?" one of the staff ask Heigren, nodding to Sheila as she walks away.  "Could be trouble."


Location: Mika's Room

The gathering in Mika's room seems peaceful enough, though with that element of chaos that parties tend to possess.  People quickly move tables and chairs out of the way to create an impromptu dance floor and start gettin' down.  The 'bartender' starts handing out cocktails - complex looking things with layered green, blue and yellow colours.


Location: East Hallway

Flash remains on patrol.  A few people try to get him involved but the Duros's sullen demeanour soon warns them off.

As Sheila reaches the East Hallway she passes a door in the process of being opened and closed as someone goes in.  She doesn't get a good look into the room - room 11 - but she does see a lot of bodies, all naked, doing something that can only colloquially be called 'dancing'.  On the bright side everyone in the room seems pretty happy about the situation.


Location: West Hallway

On the other side of the floor Arin finds much the same.  The partygoers flood in and out of rooms, people drink and dance in the hallway, here and there are couples (sometimes more) engaging in a bit of healthy snogging.  By and large the party seems a bit raucous and somewhat excessive but, nonetheless, mostly in control.

Behind him, from around the corner in the North Hallway (the one he just left) he heard the distinctive crash of a chair falling over backwards and a lot of good-natured laughing.


Location: Function Room

The Falleen woman shakes her head, clearly unable to hear Devon.  She seems quite happy to take the excuse, though, to move right up against the Human as they dance, pressing her form against his and wrapping her arms around his neck to lean up and say something.  He can't hear her, either, but her gyrating movements seem to suggest that shutting up and enjoying the moment would be a great option.  She smells really good... 

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OOC notes...

These rooms, I should be clear, aren't 'rooms' per se.  They're suites.  Each is as large as a moderately-sized apartment and has two bedrooms, a kitchen area, combined bathroom/laundry and a living space.  A family of four could live in each comfortably enough.

The party seems, at the moment, to be loud and uproarious but not dangerous or wildly out of control.  Anyone with half a brain could see how it could GET out of control but Heigren seems to have the whole thing in hand - for now.  It's a matter of debate as to whether pulling Heigren away from his duties would be better or worse for the situation; on one hand it'd be quite possible to tell the wait staff not to let anyone else in, but on the other hand the existing party may spiral out of control if Heigren's not at the helm directing staff.

Sheila shows up with the waiter who was escorting her to Mika's room to find flash there.  She's asked everyone else over talon com to be at mika;s room to discuss the situation.
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Heigren shook his head at the wait staff.  "I have neither the desire nor the right.  That lady is a paid guest on this floor.  She has every right to be here."

He turned back to Dohr.  "Need to get off planet huh?  Well I'll be heading off with my group in a few weeks if you need a lift.  Hell, I might even be able to get you a job.  They could always use a doctor, especially one who is ex-military.    All they've got is Janine, and she clearly hasn't mentioned she isn't a doctor, just a medic.  I can ask the boss if you want.  It's high risk but high reward - my share of the last job is paying for this party.  Oh, and you have to hate Imperials."
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Flash was still patrolling the corridor, keeping more people from entering Mika's room as he'd told Sheila he would.  So far he hadn't seen anyone try to eject the guests.  Maybe Mika was enjoying herself.

Full of joy and excitement, Jit headed towards the function room area. He was not in a hurry though as the fixer wanted to have a somewhat good look about the people around. Whenever there appeared to be interesting partygoers nearby, he gladly joined the group to have a word or two. If a good-looking hot chick passed by, he did his best to gain her attention: leering, checking her womanly curves, whistling, taking few dance steps and moves, doing some skillful coin sleight tricks, and starting minor conversations with punch lines such as “Need more sweet taste to my drink, join me Sugar!, “Getting so hot next to you sexy Baby, could you please turn down that heat of yours? and “Up for some exciting lekku experiences in room eleven, Hun?”

Jit also noticed doctor Veen had left him at some stage, but it didn’t bother him much. The two had made their plans for the following day already, and it was the Kel Dor’s own decision how to spend his free time here. Most likely Jit’s contact didn’t share the Twi'lek's intentions what it comes to the party anyway.

While meeting people and having chats here and there, the broker kept his ears open all the time. He was an information specialist after all, meaning the fixer was very interested in all kind of information and gossips. Oh Kika’lekki, he loved good parties so much! True, he met happy partygoers and gorgeous birds, but people tended to be more talkative and careless with their words when they got drunk more or less, too! Not to mention their unlucky occurrences to lost their property!
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One plus one is often two. Not always, but most of the time anyway. There were too many things with an apparent connection taking place at the same time for it all to be coincidental. Or if it was, then fate was throwing nasty jokes at him. First there were Dohr's encounters with doctor Carstairs, who apparently wasn't a doctor but a medic instead. In a world with millions? of inhabitants a chance meeting with a visitor from another world was more than rare. But bumping into the same person randomly again during the same day in a totally different place was almost impossible. Yet here they were, in the same party arranged by a Zeltron friend of Janine's. That's one lucky chance!

But it only got better with Vyn's revelation. Their group was apparently looking for people too, for a doctor even. And the fact that a military background didn't hurt, quite obviously pointed in the direction of a rebellious group or at least mercenaries. High risk, but high reward nailed it. The boss Vyn was talking about could not be anyone other than the merc leader who had hired Jit earlier on. The same man who wanted to buy hardware, people and even ships…

Of course theirs would not be the first mercenary band that came to Det Akari looking for new gear and muscle. And although Dohr didn't have connections in the underworld, even he knew enough to say such visits weren't all too common. There was no chance for two similar groups to be hiring at the same time. That would be too much. No, the boss Vyn was talking about had to be Jit's customer.

It now appeared that Dohr Veen had two paths to choose from: He could either be loyal to a friend who really wasn't one. Or he could try and talk himself into the group without Jit. Had he been a greedy man, the choice would've been obvious. Why let another get a cut when you could have it all yourself? But he wasn't one to want money before anything else. To Dohr credits were just a means to accomplish what he wanted to do. Naturally the more money he got, the easier it would be to get to his target, but he'd learned to work hard when there was a need to. Yet putting those famous Ones together, the doctor knew he might have a better chance to be accepted to the group with Jit.

"You are a brave man to talk about the Imperials aloud in such a way. But I have always appreciated courage. Hating what the clones represent nowadays is easy. I have done so ever since they invaded my dear home world and killed many of my kin..d. As for the rest, I would be most interested indeed. I have made up my mind about leaving Akari behind anyway. It is not a place to my liking really and although there is a never ending field of work for one like me in here, it is not very rewarding."

Dohr holds one of his customary pauses before he continues: "And I strongly believe that my actions, my defiance against the gangs perhaps, have brought about the death of an innocent girl. It is something I do not wish to happen again. Ever. In a group where everyone knows the risks involved it is different. That is one of the reasons I enjoyed my life in the military. That said, it does not mean that a life, soldier's or nurse's, would be any less important than another nor does it make losing one any easier. But at least there is little comfort in the fact that the people around you know the realities of what they and you are doing."

The Kel Dorian casts a glance in the direction Janine went a moment earlier. "Ah.. well. I do not mind, if she is a doctor or a medic. What she is doing within your group is equally important anyway and very clearly appreciated by her team. That is as it should be. Were things to advance so far, I would not wish to step on her toes by taking over her position as the medic of your group, not without her consent at least. But naturally, were I to join your enterprise, I would have to be in charge of the medical department. That is something you should mention to your leader, should talk to him about me."

Dohr too another sip of the drink and then a third one. "However, I believe my friend Jit may already have been in talks with your people. He is a very capable broker and as I have understood has a very… profitable deal in the works for a group of, let us say, capable people such as yourself. So as much as I would enjoy chatting with your boss directly, I would not like to hurt Jit's business by cutting corners. I am sure you understand. That naturally does not mean that I would not personally appreciate a few good words you might put in for me. Quite on the contrary. To me your offer or that of your group's would be the best opportunity to get off planet and to find a worthy cause to support."

The commlink in Devons ear crackled but he only half heard the message over the blaring music and the ringing in his ears - something about someone being in somewhere?  Didn't sound so bad, he told himself - the others would take care of it.

And besides, what was happening right here was far far more interesting!  Devon slipped his arms around his partners waist and decided to take her advice - enjoy the moment.
Plus he hadn't heard what this lovely lady had tried to say to him, and any excuse to get closer to her was an excuse he was going to use...

OOC:  Gotta love dem pheromones!  :)

When Flash saw Sheila returning, complete with hotel staff, he shot her a nod and left his spot at the door to continue his sweep.  Short of a violent encounter he could see no reason why two Talons and a hotel staff member couldn't ask a few drunken party guests to move on.

As he swept the corridor he clicked his comm.  "Rathon, when you've finished the west corridor, could you also check the north?  I'm going to check the function room, find out why Devon is out of contact.  Then I might speak to Vyn about his security arrangements."
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Location: Mika's Room (short update)

People back off from the clearly insane Human female wielding the electrified truncheon.  One, a Duros, completely flips his shit and stumbles backward, falling over backward and scrambling to his knees, pleading desperately for leniency.

[Language unknown: "Thu!  Witsonnti ear ni, sale!"] he cries, flinching away from the wrathful room-owner.  His reaction is as excessive it is passionate and when he raises his arms to ward off what he clearly thinks is an impending attack Mika can see scars along his skin from wrist to elbow.

Location: Mika's Room

A hand grips Mika's shoulder from behind .

You should put that down before someone gets hurt.  The voice is female and neutral in both volume anjd tone.
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Heigren shrugs.  "I doubt you'll find many people at this gathering who like Imperials.  You'll notice there's very few humans at this party.  Also, this is a neutral world.  People tend to come to places like this to avoid the Empire.  As for the employment possibility, it's your choice.  I don't know who your friend has been talking to.  Could be my boss, could be someone else.  If you change your mind let me know."

Sheila arrives as Mika is going ballistic,  and starts assisting people out of the room.  Most of them don't seem too upset about going though, as Mika is waving about her stun baton.  The other goal is to keep more from coming in, although Mik awaving about her stun baton ought to help matters in that direction.

Mika spins as she feels the hand on her shoulder.  "You got a deal, all of you get out of my room and I'll put it down.  Now, get moving."

Fiarr makes no attempt to keep the woman from spinning, merely takes a step back to avoid being struck with the baton.  The bothan is slightly taller than the human, standing 1.6m tall and is fairly unremarkable in feature.  Her grey fur has no specific markings.  She is outfitted in a simple dress, suited to a party with a small handbag the only feature.  She held nothing in her hands as she faced the human.

As you can see you have achieved your wish.  Of course you could have just asked people to go.  None of us knew this was the wrong room.

She pointed to the Duros, still wimpering on the floor.  Did you think he was a terrorist of some kind that you needed to threaten him with a weapon?  He only just escaped from an Imperial slave camp a few weeks ago.  I brought him here tonight to show him that he could live his life without Imperials whipping him for no reason, that it was permissable to enjoy himself.  What does he get instead?  An armed human threatening him with a physical harm for a minor infraction.  I hope this doesn't irreparably harm his rehabilitation.

Fiarr's voice remains neutral the whole time, without any anger or apparent resentment.  She could have been telling the human about tomorrow's weather.  She then steps off the bed and walks over to the prone Duros.  Speaking quietly to him, she helps him up and leads him towards the door.
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Mika starts setting aside her anger, but not quite.  "A bunch of strangers force their way into your room, you got the right to get a bit angry about it.  You don't like the welcome, then next time wit for an invite."

Mikavkeeps the stun baton near at hand, checking to make sure all uninvited guests exit her suite.

Fiarr ensured the Duros was outside then looked back over her shoulder.  "You have every right to get angry for your privacy being disturbed.  You have no right to threaten innocent people with violence.  Nobody broke into your room, the door was unlocked.  Nobody threatened your personal safety.  Unfortunately the same can't be said for these people.  Even now you still threaten, the way you keep that weapon so close."

The Bothan left.
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Location: Mika's Room (small update; I'll get to a bigger one soon)

The party guests leave Mika's room, but only after the Bothan has left with the Duros.  Several dark glances are thrown the human's way and she even heard the impromptu bartender mutter, "Frackin' Imperials," as he goes.

Location: Function Room

Devon's new friend seems quite willing to have him near her, though when she leans in to kiss him she's hesitant at first (kissing mammals is weird).  She's got no particular issue with it, she soon finds, and (presuming he's interested) is soon half-dancing, half-snogging the human pretty avidly.

Jit, meanwhile, wanders in to spot quite a party.  The thunderous music makes conversation impossible and a few of the girls he approaches flutter their eyelids at him (he IS cute).  He easily spots a certain Nib Squillin dancing on a pool table but he's on the other side of a heck of a press of people.  For the most part people seem intent on enjoying themselves as best they can.  The band is pretty good, though probably not star material.  Not yet.  Considering the broad range of people at the party, though, jit judges that there's probably talent scouts that'll pick them up soon enough.

He easily spots that most of the crowd is non-human.

Location: North Hallway

Arin, having already checked the north hallway, checks it again when Flash mentions it.  The Wookiee is on the floor and the Cathar he saw previously looks a bit smug even if she is swaying a bit.  Those Iktotchi girls are nowhere to be seen (for now) but they're probably pretty easy to find if Arin cares to try.

A couple of people in a corner look like they're having an argument over something.  There's a lot of tough-guy body language and the two seem (to Arin) to be wearing gang outfits - different gang outfits.  That means it could turn nasty.  But it hasn't yet, clearly.

Location: Mika's Room

The guests are now cleared out.  Sheila enters, looking around to see if there's any further interlopers.  The wait staff member who was with her shakes her head at Mika.

"It's a party, miss, you can put that away, please."  He indicates the stun baton by her side.  "If you don't I'll be forced to call security and have you removed."

Location: Turbolifts

The flow of incoming guests has slowed to a trickle now.  Most people who are coming are probably already here and the place is packed.  Fiarr, heading for the lifts, has the nervous Duros by her side.  Dohr knows the signs of trauma when he sees them and the Duros looks like something has badly shaken him up.

Mika gives the wait staff person a frosty smile, and puts away the stun baton.  "And you bet the bank that if there's any more intruders in my room, I'll be forced to call security and see that they are removed."

She glances at Sheila, "Can you believe that?  A bunch of people just waltz into my suite and when I push 'em to get out, the damn waiter talks about calling security on me.  You got a clue about what's going on?

"Pushing is one thing, ma'am.  Threatening with a weapon is against the security protocols of the hotel.  The next time you do it this 'damn waiter' will have you tossed out on your ear."  The man then turns and marches out.

Once the room was empty except for her and Flash and Mika (if flash stays) Sheila answered.  "Vyn had a party.  Put it out on the social media, probably just after we arrived, but didn't bother to check that the person he delegated to send out the invites sent any to us o4r even notified us.  The hotel knows about the party, I'm sure, but I can't prove it, that the hotel checked with the boss or Sarah, but Vyn didn't tell them himself either.  The question is what we do.  Go out to a holo and let it happen, stay in our rooms and let it happen, go find Vyn and insist he stop the party or at least stuff everyone in his suite, or go out and join the party and pretend we're openminded imperials."  She glanced back at the door.  "You know, if they knew we were imperials, what the hell are they all doing here?  This doesn't feel right."
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