Location: the Hotel Elevator

The turbolift doors 'shoom' open smoothly and a rush of noise hits the Talons waiting therein.  Shouts, screams and calls echo down the corridors but it's immediately obvious - mainly from the music playing behind the sounds - that it's no kind of gunfight or hostage situation.  They aren't shrieks of fear but shouts of amusement and fun.

It's a party.  A really big, really loud party.

Two humans (both male) stand nearby, one either side of the elevator, and smile automatically to the Talons.  They're dressed in hotel staff outfits.  No wonder security isn't up here; not only is it clearly a party (and security would have seen that from the video feed of the cameras in the hotel floor's corridors) but at least some of the hotel staff are in on it.

"Welcome to the Party of the Century," one of the wait staff says smoothly.  "Please keep weapons holstered and leave any grudges at the door. The free bar is in room sixteen; food can be found on tables and in bar fridges throughout the level.  Please respect any locked doors and have fun."

The other human raises a party horn to his lips and, with a rather forced smile, blows it.  It unrolls and toots.  One has to wonder if that's all the staff member has been hired to do.

There are heaps of people here already, at least a hundred party-goers, dressed in a myriad of different outfits from business wear to clubbing duds to gang clothing.  There are quite a few gangs represented here, too, though exactly how many is hard to say as the Talons haven't been on-planet long enough to really tell.  Nonetheless there's a big selection of street types.  Word of this party has obviously managed to get around.  Here and there one can see a serving droid carrying a tray of nibblies.  Someone has even brought an astromech unit that's been modified to lug around a small cask of beer, dispensing it from taps on its chest.

(( OOC: It's on!  Party like it's Shore Leave!  Please note that if/when you split up you will almost certainly lose track of one another. ))

Devon stared goggle eyed for a few moments and then without looking round reached sideways and closed his hand over Arins on-display blaster, pushing it gently downwards and out of sight.

He took a few steps into the room, staring round in disbelief at what he was seeing; then turned to face the other Talons.

"Vyn." he said, using Heigrens cover identity.  "He's here, or he arranged the whole thing.  Either way he's - huh? thanks." he said to the random person who'd just pushed a drink into his hand.

"Either way, I bet you he knows more about this than we do.  So lets look for him.  But first things first, I'm gonna see if my room is still locked, and if it is, I'm gonna dump my stuff in there.  You guys are welcome to leave things there too."
Devon looked around again, then shook his head in disbelief and peered into the glass he'd been handed, trying to decide what was in it.

Mika nods, wanting to make sure her own room is locked as well.  There was a time when she'd have found a blow-out like this much to her liking, but she's still miffed about being locked out of the hanger and not in the mood to deal with a bunch of people, many of whom wouldn't get out of the way.  She turns to Sheila and practically shouts, "I'm going to make sure my room's still locked, then head down to the lobby.  If you want to see the holo, meet me down there.  If I don't hear anything in the next half hour, I'll assume you've found true love and I'm on my own."  She smirks and gives Shelia a wink.

Flash looked at Mika with surprise at her comments.  Then he turned back to the scene at hand.  The party seemed to be under control for now.  But that could change.

"I'm staying here.  As head of security it's my job to protect our possessions and our interest.  Anyone who wants to help, I'd appreciate it.  For now I need to check the perimeter and find Vyn, if indeed this is his work."

Flash was doubtful.  He didn't know the Zeltron well but he knew as of a week ago he had no money at all.  How would he put something together this big on a planet he'd never been to before?

In reply to Allen 'Flash' (msg # 4):

Janine steps out next to Flash.  "I want to make sure my room is still locked, if there's anyone in there, Vyns dead.  I'm staying, there are already complaints, and cleaning this out is going to be a pain.  and Yes,  Vyn could do this."   Although she hadn't expect him to bring the party back here.  Idiot.   She looks at the head of security, "You want to check the rooms together, otherwise, we'll never find each other again."

"Good idea Janine. We'll check our rooms are secure and watch for Vyn or signs of trouble. "

Flash put his comm in his ear. He'd switched it off during the meeting but now he might need it.

"I've got your back, Forim." Arin wasn't exactly thrilled about the surprise party. He wasn't very thrilled to be stuck with Flash either, but the Security Chief had a good point about securing things and since Arin had very little in the way of possessions, he didn't have any kind of a hurry to check on them - there just wasn't anything worth stealing.

Flash nodded to Arin and Sheila.  "Let's go then.  If you find anything, let us know."  He touched his ear to indicate his commlink.

He leads Sheila and Arin in a sweep of the floor, taking time to ensure rooms are locks, especially Mark and Zyra's.

Arin kept the blaster hidden but readied for any surprises. He had decided to show Flash, he knew what he was doing and despite the differences in doctrine, the Imperial security protocols were reasonably good. While he was a pilot, he knew a thing or two about security as well.

Location: Turbolifts

Irrespective of Arin's attitude toward a fellow Talon who obviously trusts him enough to have handed him a hold-out blaster, the Duros heads off through the crowd.  Moving along the corridors isn't difficult, it's just slow; the press of people is considerable and getting greater by the minute.  It's pretty clear that if things don't settle down soon the whole floor will be in full swing.  Already the sound of a live band jamming in the floor's main function room can be heard through the halls, boosted by a series of entertainment droids acting as satellite speakers.

While the party is certainly noisy it's unlikely, the Talons come to realise, that the gathering is so loud that the floors above and below have complained.  A disgruntled tenant who just happened by, maybe?  Or was that the concierge's way of getting the Talons to deal with the problem before it gets too big?

Mika, left by the turbolift to leave or stay as she sees fit, watches as the crowd rapidly swallows the Talons.

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Location: East Hallway

Two Nautolans - one male, one female - and an Omwati male race around a corner in a less crowded section of the hallways and almost collide with Flash.  Not one of them is clothed and the trio of streakers are all yelling 'WOOOOO!' at the tops of their lungs.  Alcohol-fuelled mirth, most likely.  There's not too much in the floor that's not alcohol-fuelled, it seems.  They don't even pause to apologise for the near-collision and instead race on, whooping, into one of the spare rooms, scattering a small group of party-goers.

After pushing and weaving through the partiers for a minute or so the Talons find themselves in the stretch of corridor outside their own rooms, the doors of which are still soundly locked.

Small groups of people hang about talking, drinking, laughing.  Everyone seems to be having a good time.  A few of them watch the Talons with vague, passing interest as they approach.

"I'll stay here and patrol this corridor, make sure our rooms stay safe.  Why don't the rest of you do a sweep?  See if it really is Vyn running the show or someone else."

Finding as quiet a spot as he could he tapped his comm.  "CC9, I need some extra security here, send the B1's or come yourself."

CC9's voice immediately comes over the Talon comms.  "Report situation."

"I need extra eyes and possible crowd control.  There's a party going on and it's getting bigger.  Want you on site to help monitor vital areas like the corridor with our rooms."


OOC:  This is on the open Talon frequency so any Talon with their comm on can hear this.
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There is a slight pause.  "Request denied.  The hangar must be kept secure.  Psychology algorithms also suggest that the presence of combat-ready droids may increase situational volatility.  Suggest slicing into the hotel security camera system for greater visual acuity and contacting hotel security if situation becomes hostile."

Flash would have rolled his eyes if he could have done so.  First Arin was lecturing him on psychology and now a battle droid.

"Your opinion is noted CC9.  Now I'm ordering you to provide additional security personnel."

"Inaccurate.  There are three Talons with higher authority than you in non-critical situations.  As you do not have the authority to override the orders of the CO, XO or my mistress you are making a request.  And your request, as I stated before, is denied.  Should the situation become critical your requests will attain higher priority.  Again, I suggest that you work with the resources you have rather than calling in droids that are designed primarily to shoot things."