"No problem."  Flash called an elevator and selected the correct floor.  He looked at Mika.  "I take it you have the address of where we are going?"

Mika nods.  "Yeah, here it is.". Mika calls up e I formation provided to her by Helgren on her data pad.

Flash looked at the address then punched up a map on his datapad, gauging distance and the best route.  He then showed it to Mika as she'd have to navigate.  Once they got to his bike he powered it up, took one last look at the map and sped off into the night.

Mika nods, "Yeah, that works.  Let's go.'

It's odd for Mika, being the passenger on a swoop.  But she didn't want to buy another one, the Commander had her swoop more or less impounded and given that she cracker hers up, she couldn't really expect one of the others lend her their swoop.

"Rathon to Vyn. What's your location. I might need a hand with the local swoop gangs, if they decide to start exchanging blows", Arin's voice said through the Talon comm. It didn't sound exactly urgent, but not something to be passed over either.

Dohr felt a bit lost. Mr. Teckla and his associates were running this way and that. The two women seemed to be very pissed off at the host of the party. First the medic was telling the poor Zeltron a thing or two, again. To anyone passing by or not observing the duo closely it would have seemed like a couple was having a row. But Dohr had a box seat. He knew the touching and grabbing was just probably just for show, but it was plausible. It was good. No. Vyn was good. Ms. Carstairs seemed genuinely indignant.

Then K was suddenly there too, boiling under her skin, cheeks red with anger. The doctor would've loved to see how Vyn handled the situation, but apparently he was starting to lose his composure too and decided to take the next argument into a room and away from prying eyes. Dohr couldn't help but to wonder about the whole group. Was this what they did every day? He decided it wasn't. He'd seen the same happen many times before. The fact that one member of the group worried more about her companions than another was not a problem. It was life. And life was not always easy. Carefree and organized people tended to clash at times despite their best intentions.

Next to arrive was the Duros. He joined the others in the room. Dohr was probably the only one who paid any attention to the group. Anyone else at the party might have thought the four were into such a thing - a foursome in a dark, cramped space. The Kel Dor would've chuckled had it been something his kind did. But since it wasn't, he merely smiled at the thought instead. Wondering what to do and where Jit was and were the gangers at each other's throats and should he get another drink, Dohr was still standing in the same place when the Duros and K came out and headed for the turbolifts. Whatever was going on, at least the girl's mood seemed to have improved. That was good.

Heigren quickly regained his composure when the Talons went their various ways.  He saw Dohr watching from the side and wandered over.

"Women." was all he offered as an explanation.

He pulled over a waiter.  "That lady who just walked off.  Post someone near her room.  No party guest is to go near her door.  Deliver a tray of mixed food and drinks then ensure she's left alone."

Heigren did not respond to Arin's comm call as he did not receive it.  He returned to his party business and talking to the Kel Dor.



OOC:  Heigren does not have his Talon comm on him Arin.  He's using a different commlink tonight.

...Meanwhile in the functional room, Jit had found an ideal duo for his discreditable intentions: two sexy blue-skinned female Twi'leks showing their best moves at the dance floor. From time to time the girls danced very closely next to each other and exchange kisses the way as if the two had been a couple. The fixer was quite good at estimating people's feelings and motives though, and Jit was quite sure that the young women were just good friends performing some sort of 'best friends evah' -girls' stuff.

The Twi'lek women had gained many of the male guests' attention already, and some of them had gathered around the duo to enjoy the views. However, none of them had dared to approach the girls so far as the two seemed to have so much fun on their own. But that wasn't the case of Jitt'quin S'hak. This partygoer was impudent enough to seize the opportunity to pick up at least one of the girls in a middle of their male fans. While the reward was something worth having, it wouldn't hurt his inner feelings should the broker's advance be repelled - (since such incident certainly wouldn't happen for the first one for him).

Best of all, Jit had a secret weapon compared with his rivals. Thanks to the very loud music, it was almost impossible to communicate with other people - verbally. No problem at all for Twi'leks who could turn to 'speak' their silent Lekku language by using head-tails.

True, the blue-skinned Ruthian beauties might be quite cold towards a green-skinned Tukian Twi'lek. Luckily this meeting didn't occur in Ryloth, meaning that the clan system shouldn't be as strict when outside the Twi'leks' homeworld.

Smiling, Jit walked next to the girls with full of confidence and started to dance. [Language unknown: Allioueve dihi... Diness, Pafi Tacaat ing erolom laarac loich tiobutthu! El ro ng tiwer Laitmonoev atemenlesand!]
(OOC: Jitt'quin S'hak rolled 29)
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Location: Function Room

Devon's friend soon breaks away from the extended kisses and looks around briefly before nodding to the doorway leading to the western corridor, giving Devon a 'Shall we get outta here?' look. 

Jit, meanwhile, finds his opening line has caught the girls' attention.  They keep their arms around each other's waist but turn to him, glancing at one another for a silent opinion before nodding to him.  One of them moves her lekku in a distinctive manner. 


Location: Mika's Room

Mika's room, lacking Mika or unexpected 'guests', remains locked.


Location: Sheila's Room

Sheila, having had enough of arguing, locks herself away for the moment.  The minibar is stocked with enough alcohol to get her well and truly drunk, while the music from the function room is audible, if muffled, giving her a private space to break out the dancing shoes in her soon-to-be-sodden state.


Location: North Hallway

The gangers, having growled at each other a bit, go their separate ways.  A fight seems to have been avoided but there's no doubt that neither gang member looks happy.  Even if the danger seems over for the moment these gangs could certainly bear watching.  Chances are good that Heigren would appreciate a few eyes around the place.


Location: South Hallway

The waiter nods to Heigren and hurries off.

Despite the fact, the gangers stood down slowly, Arin tried to reach Heigren again and again. If Flash knew, the Zeltron didn't have his comlink with him, he had not told about it to Arin and the ex-Imperial kept trying. He had decided to show, he was taking the whole business rather seriously despite the offers of sex from the alien girl and her companions. Maybe, if Flash would see him do his duty here, the situation between him and the Duro would tone down from volatile to at least easily flammable.

He watched the party with curiousness - he had been to a number of parties like this and if anything, he had to hand it to Heigren, he knew how to throw one. Of course the Zeltron could have asked them about it beforehand, or at least informed them, there was going to be one. But Arin wasn't really complaining, not exactly. Had he not been required to watch out for any potential situation about to get out of hand, he would have dived right in and had some fun. Part of him wanted to, the wild racer within, but the professional naval officer told otherwise and the youthful swoop-rider gave in under the authority.

Sheila used the fresher, beat her pillow into submission, and had a shot of some thing from the minibar.  Then she realized she couldn't just hide in here until she was sure that the rest of the team was ok with this.  She got on her com.  "Who's still here on the floor?  Are we going work run security or just let Vyn deal with it with his security?"

"Rathon still around", came a reply.

Flash's voice crackled over the comm a little after Arin.

"Forim here.  Kimi and I have left the building to go and see Kimi's. . .financial advisor.  Will keep you posted."

Heigren considered the turbolift briefly.  The number of guests had slowed somewhat.

He looked at Dohr.  "I'm going to do the rounds.  Care to come with me?  Seems your Twi'lek friend has abandoned you.  I hope he's more diligent in business than in pleasure.  Don't forget my offer is still open."

"First stop, function room to check on how things are going."

He left his 'greeters' to perform their duties.  They had his comm info should they need him.

After giving devon a reasonable amount of time to respond, (which I'm sure he doens't related to the fact that he's not wearing his com.)  SHeila adds.  "So, I don't see that we can really do anything other than let it happen.  Do we want to join in, run security, or get the hell out til morning, once you're done there?  Keep us posted, Forim, Kimi, if things go bad, Rathon and I will dig out (devon's name) and come rescue you.  Where did you go, by the way, just in case."
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"We can't 'run security' Janine, we have no authority.  All we can do is watch and intervene if necessary."

It was a change from his attitude while at the party, but the ride over had cooled his head.  Flying was when he thought best.  He realised he'd treated the party like a mission.  But this wasn't an Imperial stronghold or a slaver camp or an ememy TIE squadron, it was just a wild party.

"I can't think of anything at the hotel that could compromise us, even in our rooms.  Short of an invasion, hostage situation or the like, I'm not sure what exactly we can do, even in a security situation other then let hotel security handle it.  We're guests remember?  Janine reminded us all that we're glorified garbagemen on vacation.  Garbagemen don't walk around armed, speaking into military grade commlinks, acting as security at their own party.  Anything you do needs to keep within our cover."

'Unless all hell breaks loose' he thought to himself.

"Rathon, you linked up with Vyn yet?  He should keep us apprised of trouble."

When time allowed Flash would ask Mika to send Sheila the address they were heading to.
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Devon nods cheerful agreement, takes the ladys hand and leads her out the eastern door - instead of the one she had indicated.  By the time a puzzled look had begun assembling itself on her face, Devon was already unlocking the door to his room and giving her a conspiratorial wink.

With them both inside and the door locked again, the noise of the party is muted from riot-in-progress to just plain loud and Devon ears un-cringed.
"One of the perks of being a guest here is we can get some privacy - so far folk have respected locked doors." he explains easily as he shrugged his jacket off and tossed it in a corner.  "And now that we can hear each other: Hi, I'm Rian - I never did get your name..."

In reply to Allen 'Flash' (msg # 157):

"You know what I mean by run security, exactly what you just said.  But seriously, then the question becomes, stay or go?  Join in or not.  Well, not til you get back anyhow., but then.  . . . .i'm not joining the party, but I'm not staying unless we decide we need to be watchers,".  Sheila huffed into the com.  She will write down the address once she's given it.

"Do you really care?" the Falleen says, a bit breathlessly, but she laughs then.  "I'm Lessenda.  Nice to meet you, Rian."  She approaches him in a slinky kind of way, putting her arms around him and guiding him toward the bedroom of the suite.  "I've never kissed a mammal before.  It's fun," she admits.
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Dohr nodded to Vyn. A little walk around the place with the host didn't sound bad at all. Actually Mr. Teckla showing him around gave the Kel Dor a good excuse to find out how Jit was doing, whether the gangers were behaving and to get another drink, in addition to helping him pass the time. A noisy party with drunken people and random sex wasn't really the doctor's thing, although he could appreciate live music even when the band wasn't playing the kind he preferred. "Yes why not. That would be good. And I would not worry about Jit. I am quite positive he can separate business from pleasure."

Dohr let a giggling human girl pass and then caught up with Vyn. "As for your offer… I do not think you handling over my contact details to your superior would really hurt anyone, Jitt'quin 'Shack included." While walking he fished out his datapad, checked for the location of the closest flimsiplast printer and found one in the so called "function room". Dohr dragged his ID picture from the top left corner of the pad's screen to the printer icon and then followed or more like pushed himself into the larger space between two couples engaged in swapping spit in the doorway. He pulled off a piece of fresh plast from the small device on the wall and handed it over to Vyn. "Here you go."

The Kel Dor leaned closer to the Zeltron and raised his voice enough for the host to hear. "I am sure you are well aware of the gangers in the party? There could of course be more of then in here, but the ones I have noticed are wearing outfits of two different gangs. The one in red and black is a member of the South-Sky Screamers. They are an old biker group and fairly powerful too. Whereas the other one is a Blue Blade. They are a smaller band of rogues that somehow have managed to survive. I would not consider either very aggressive or violent and fortunately they are not usually at each other's throats. However this is not the first time I have seen a member of both gangs in the one place today. And the last time they were quite agitated. While it does not necessarily mean anything, it is strange to see the two gangs mix when they usually do not. So I am sure it would be a good idea for the security to keep an eye on both all the time."
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"awww - I'm your first." said Devon as he let Lessenda drag him towards a night of activities he definitely wouldn't be telling his mother about.
"and yeah - I do care what your name is." Devon managed to sound serious for almost the entire sentence, but a laugh crept back into his voice as he continued.  "After all, tomorrow morning I'm going to need to know who to blame for any marks down my back..."

"Janine, do you have a knowledge of where Vyn is", came the question through the comms. Arin wasn't letting go of the little control he had over the situation, if any, and getting in to contact with the Zeltron was somewhat required.

Heigren accepted the flimsi from Dohr as they did a circuit of the function room.  "It is only wise to pursue both avenues.  I'm sure if you receive a patient from another doctor you perform your own assessment even if you've received a full report already.  It's not a question of trust but of thoroughness."

The Zeltron stopped regularly to talk to guest and staff alike, ensuring everyone was enjoying themselves.  Whilst the noise in the function room was quite loud, Heigren didn't seem in the least bit bothered.  When Dohr mentioned the gangers he shrugged.

"I have heard a little about the various gangs but I doubt I know anywhere near the amount you do."  "I did understand though that there has been no major feuds between the various groups for some time.  Security will deal with any problems I'm sure."

"Isn't that your friend over there?"  Heigren pointed across the function room to where Jit was enjoying himself with a pair of blue-skinned Twi'lek girls.
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The girls' response wasn't exactly what Jit would have hoped for. These two actually wanted him to prove them that the fixer was attractive enough to have their attention! It shouldn't have been a surprise though as there were male persons around them already to enjoy their intimate, sexy dance - these girls could pick up anyone they wanted if they were on such mood. And even though you might call Jit some sort of a party animal, he wasn't especially good at dancing.

Such challenges didn't upset the scoundrel though. Unbuttoning his cloak and leather jacket, he threw them on the dance floor and unfastened the buttons of his shirt too. Then the green-skinned Twi'lek poured the whole content of his glass on his forehead and shook his head rapidly from side to side, making the liqueur fly here and there (although he did his best not to wet the girls yet).

[Language unknown: Ionvirwhe omeerecon ngun hastercoment era resforwerous weadll u Koresssheenc! Ul out! Redingres iound n precontra teraveere thuherore!]

After that he grabbed one of the girls to his left side and gently put his arm and lekku around her, doing the same thing to the other girl to his right side.

It was time for some Twi'lekian gangdance.


OOC 10:18, Tue 22 Oct 2013: Jitt'quin 'Shak rolled 9 using 1d20+3 ((6)).
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In reply to Arin Branden (msg # 164):

She  clicked the comm to private with Arin (we can do this, IIRC)  "Last time I saw him,  just before Kimi and Forim left, he was at the elevators where we came up.  I'm in my room. Do you need me to do something besides talk to him, because I'm gonna strangle him.