"Ahh. It is good to be introduced then Varis." Kala replied, as she walked a little closer, so she could whisper to the woman. [Private to The Force: 'So, you seem to have cut an impressive swath through the crowd. Their desire for you is so intense, that I think even a Non-Zeltron could feel it. I wonder what would happen if we had teamed up... I think we'd have the entire moon eating out of our hands. It is a good thing I don't have to compete with you, in that regard.']

She would wait a moment, in case Varis wanted to reply.

Varis replies quietly to Kala. [Private to Kala Jorn: "Maybe I have misjudged you, Kala. As long as you don't try to compete with me, I think we can be allies."]

"I'm sure we will see each other around the casino. I am pleased I saw you here and we could get to know one another. I should be getting back to Jaerad, now. My little errand is finished."

She glides back to the turbolift and there is a collective sigh as she vanished from sight.

Kala nodded as Varis left. 'Well, perhaps I've gained another ally on this moon...' She though, as she turned her attention back to the game. 'Though, I wonder how many I'll still have if anyone finds out about my past...' Turning fugatives into the empire tended to gain the person a fair amount of pretige, and credits.

The game had picked up again, which was to Aadun's liking.  Even still, there was one thing that was continuing to bother him since the red haired woman left.  "Hey, uh...  I can't remember your name, hmmm," he says, motioning for the pink-skinned lady to fill him in.

"Well, anyway, you work for Kienaan?"

"Kala Jorn. And yes, I just started working for Mister Keinaan." Kala replied, as she nodded to the Zabrak. "I just don't like to go around advertising it, stuff like that tends to turn away certian opportunities."

She let her empathic skills loose again, to see what the moods of people around her were. It was nothing like some Jedi could do, reading people's thoughts and the like, but it was more subtle, and a natural ability, not something that could be learned, or taught.

"Hmm, well next time you don't want somebody to know, don't have a loud conversation behind them," he responds honestly.  "I'm Aadun Ogden, by the way."  It wasn't completely fair to know her name and never give his own, after all.  At this point, he is beginning to feel a little sick and is going to need to concentrate on keeping that from getting worse.

Jealousy was such a palatable meal but even it had its limits. The time spent gambling came to an end, for the people gathered at the binspo table had lost any or all interest that Joron might have had. Attitudes had changed not once but twice. Where had the eyes that looked to him as a mark gone? Where were the casual conversations so common to the working class? Gone, gone, gone, much like the redhead that stirred desire in each of them. No, Joron was not a mark, nor was he their rival, he was above and beyond their creed. Motioning to the pit boss to cash his winnings, the erstwhile man of privilege gathered them and left.

"Such an interesting place, this casino," he murmured to himself. "And now I feel I must..." With the lady's words still on his mind, his brow furrowed in thought. Someone was sniffing around, someone that dare saw him as a gateway to untold credits, credits promised by the unseen. Anger boiled and swelled until long dexterous fingers tightened more and more around his winnings. It was hard, so very hard, to sit around with patience, to wait for Kienaan to work his magic while he did nothing.

The sound of the casino faded, replaced by naught but the his footsteps and internal paranoia. They led him back to the turbolift, where his finger absently pressed for the floor his suite was located. There were things he needed to look into, things that the redhead failed to mention or simply hadn't discovered. The price, just what was the present price going for? And was it made public knowledge? There was also something he needed to do about his appearance...

"Well, Aadun, I think you should concentrate on your game. If you want to meet up for breakfast after you sober up, don't hesitate to give me a call." She said, as she handed a slip of paper to him, with her personal commlink frequency on it.

She leaned over and planted a small kiss on his forehead. "For luck." With that, she nodded to those gathered, and wandered off, looking for other interesting events.

Turning to look at Kala he nods his head.  "Alright, bye," he says and pockets her com frequency for later use.  After she "wishes him luck" and leaves, he can't help himself and gives the table an obnoxious grin, before going back to his playing.  It was just as well that she left anyway, since his stomach was starting to turn.  In fact, he went ahead and hit his pager again, intending to ask Kyra if she would get him some sort of a bread-like snack.

Away from scum and games the turblift placed Joron exactly where he needed to be. Oh it was welcome, his time spent from the public eye but his journey from home did not come without consequence. He traded a life with little privacy for a life with less privacy and ample paranoia, perhaps more than he experienced in the past. Assassins, poisons, accidents, each were common place for those of his blood but there was always a not-so-subtle difference from combating such things from the sanctity of home over a foreign environment, an environment where you had been forced to rely on another person...

The walk from the lift and to his room was a leisurely one, a walk where his eyes scanned for anything out of place. That insipid creature was out there, sniffing around and without the benefit of its reputation to judge the alien by, there was no telling just how good or bad its skills were. With a small click of his teeth, Joron's regal face adorned a sour expression. It was all so very distasteful and he could only hope that Kienaan and his lovely assistant handled things swiftly.

As he arrived to his door, delicate fingers pressed and gauged, looking for any signs of forced entry or foul play. In these moments, his mind wandered [private to GM:, looking through the force to sense any presence in his room]. It almost seemed as if he were listening, listening for anything that could be beyond the threshold. Should he encounter no sense of sound, fingers moved to unlock as body moved to enter. Just as he had before, Joron went about carefully scanning his living quarters. Paranoia and doubt were such dangerous things and right now, they seemed to only escalate an otherwise cautious man.

The room itself was exquisite and certainly said much for Kinenaa's taste. Like his office, the suite was decorated finely, and spoke greatly for the man's character - or if not Jaerad than whomever chose to decorate this particular room. If all seemed well, if there were no shadowed figures or devices lurking in the dark, the brash young heir sat upon a chair and flicked a computer terminal to life. Here he could begin his own digging...[private to GM: Joron will attempt to access any information about a bounty placed on his head. Other useful info he could look up is the current state of Tapani (for example, if there's been news of his "death" or attack, anything that might impact his stay on Nar Shadda. If he needn't improve access, I'll just take 20 on the check for a result of 29, if I need to roll or improve access, let me know. >:)]

Krysten sat down at a Seven Card Comet table, leaving plenty of room for the jetpack on her back.  Swiping her credit chip across the reader, it spat out chip denominations for 500 credits in chips.  Waiting for the new hand, she eventually jumped in with 100.

[Private to The Force: 11:01, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 13 using 1d20+2. Wisdom for Gambling.]

Krysten sits down and begins to play. Her first hand isn't the best, but over the next few hands, she makes her credits back. The Zabrak sitting at the table with her is having about the same kind of luck she is, winning and losing, but not really making much.

Aadun can not help but notice the woman who sits down at this table and buys in to the game. She's wearing Mandalorian armor, after all. After a few hands, it seems she isn't on fire, but since Aadun isn't either, they probably have a few things in common.

[Private to Krysten Tyner: A roll represents an entire evening of gambling, so you'll lose your credits over the night, but you get a whole night before it happens.]

[Private to Joron Sarrus: Joron makes a little headway. There's no news of his death, but then, the odds are that without a body, whoever hired the hitters would not want to announce things too quickly and seem guilty if he showed up alive. As for a bounty, in spite of all of his searching, he finds no public notices. Whoever has hired the bounty hunter has done so privately and directly.]

Despite all of his searching, despite every attempt to remove the veil, Joron made little, if any, progress. Clever, the phantom menace making attempts on his life was clever, certainly more than the last fool and that fact made the young heir's blood boil. Excited, yes, part of him was excited at the prospects of truly being tested in the games famous to his House. Cutoff from familial agents and resources, he was at quite the disadvantage. But whomever was after his head made a single mistake, one that he would soon capitalize on. With a new ally in Jaerad, he would see to that sooner rather than later. Pressing away from the computer, Joron slid his hand into his pocket and activated the pager to call for Kyra. It was time to do a little shopping...

Aadun gave the woman in the armor a smile as she sits down at the table.  Something seemed familiar about the armor, like there was something he should know, but in his state of mind, he couldn't remember what it was.  "What brings you here?" he asked, innocently, thinking to hear a good story considering her chosen attire.

Krystens mind wasn't really on the game, it was simply something to keep her hands busy since she couldn't clean her weapons on the casino floor.  Plus, she was wanting to possibly meet some of the people she was going to be working with.

"A job that promises credits for which I am uniquely suited.  And yourself?"

The tone of her voice is slightly disrupted by the external speaker, but it's obvious there's a slightly husky quality to her voice.

"And you?"
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Aadun scowled down at his cards, muttering to himself and setting his hand down.  "The cards, they seem fickle tonight," he says to himself and then turns his attention back to the woman in the armor.  "Huh?  Oh, yeah credits.  That's why I'm here too, though I'm not getting very many right now."

Inside her helmet, Krysten grinned.  Leave it to the drunks to talk to themselves.  She kept her voice level as she spoke again.

"Indeed.  It seems luck has decided not to favor myself as well."

She paused for a moment, trying to decide just how 'friendly' to be.

"I'm called Krysten," she said, holding out a gauntlet-covered hand.
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"Nice ta meet you.  I'm Aadun Ogden," he says and firmly shakes her head back. "Welcome to the table.  I usually enjoy a game of cards, but today I'm not feeling the luck.  Do you often gamble?"  This question was followed by a scowl as he sets his cards down and sees that he lost that hand.

His grip was firm and steady, which was unusual for someone faced with a Mando visage, but that was fine by her.

"No, I don't usually gamble.  I'm simply looking for people who I may be working with in an attempt to get some idea of whom I might be working with."
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"Oh?  Who do you work for?  Maybe I know somebody," he asks and looks over at her as he's speaking.  He wonders vaguely what she looks like under that armor.

"I responded to an ad for a four to six person group for an undetermined period of time, courtesy of Mr. Keinaan."

She spoke while looking at her cards, though she occasionally glanced over at the Zabrak through the far side of her visor.

"Oh, yeah?  I did too," he says and then chuckels just a bit too loudly.  "What do you want to know?"  He glances around at their tablemates and is kind of wondering why they're all being quiet and some of them seem a little scared to be there.

She took the new hand and looked over it in disgust, but kept her voice neutral.

"Well, without getting into too much detail, what where you hired for?  Your capabilities in specific areas?"

Aadun was silent for a moment as he tried to decide what to say.  She would find out why he was hired one way or another anyway and it couldn't hurt him to tell her.  He leans over and says a quick phrase as quietly as he could.  [Private to Krysten Tyner: I'm a slicer.]

[Private to GM: Considering my inebriation, I'm willing to roll to see if I actually said that as quietly as I wanted to.]

This cycle of the day seems to be quieting down. While the casino does operate continuously, there are still slow periods and they seem to be entering one. The table is beginning to clear out, gradually.

[Private to Aadun Ogden: I think you're fine. There aren't too many people to overhear at the moment, anyway.]