Aadun looks up from his cards at just the right moment to see the beautiful pink-skinned woman walk by his table.  His mouth drops open slightly, but as soon as he realizes he is staring, he closes his mouth and sheepishly looks back at his cards.  For a moment, he tries to pretend that he has the most interesting hand he's ever seen, but the damage may have already been done.  He wasn't aware enough to know that his tablemates also checked her out.

Kala smiles at the table, still not used to quite so much attention, but she was getting there. She does catch the stare of the Zabrak a little more then the others, but given what she was, and what she was wearing, she pushed that aside.

"So, what is this game? I don't believe I've ever seen it in my travels." She says, as she stands a little ways away from the table, as to not look at anyone's cards, if they had any showing.
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Aadun was focused on his cards quite intently, so he was somewhat surprised that the woman decided to stop by his table and talk to them.  He looks around at the other players for a second and then says, "Oh, this?  This is Seven Card Comet.  You should try it sometime and I might even be willing to give free lessons."

The turbolift doors hissed open, and a figure stepped out that seemed somehow out of place.  Some noticed it immediately, and others took a moment, but in the end, anyone who noticed the fully armored Mandalorian also noticed the distinctly female mold of the armor.  The plates of beskar'gam are a dull blue, while the well-kept flight suit underneath is a flat black, lending a dark air to the woman wearing the armor.

Said armor caused her to stand out among a crowd of people who were trying to blend.  The T-shaped visor slowly scanned the floor, automatically dividing the floor into fire sectors, even if she wasn't carrying any obvious weaponry on her.  It appeared that the vast majority of her arsenal was elsewhere, but Mandos were notorious for modifications to their armor, and it would be foolish to assume that she was unarmed at any time.

She carries herself with an athletic grace, and it's obvious she knows how to handle herself even without weapons.  She stands there for a moment, scanning the crowd before starting to work her way towards one of the tables with an active game of Seven Card Comet.

Kaiten was chewing his fish and pondering his next move when the hutt exited the booth and made his way outside. It seemed to be a personality of some import, unsurprising as this was Nar Shadda after all. For a moment Kaiten considered striking up a conversation with the hutt about his dealings with Jaered, but he waited too long and by then it was gone. He had had many dealings with hutts before along the outer rim on behalf of the Order, and had even gone so far as to learn their language at the behest of his master during his early days as a padawan. When the Empire took over the hutts unanimously declared their support for the Empire, at least outwardly, and had even attempted to hunt for Jedi on their own to score points with the Imperials. As a result Kaiten had lost nearly all his contacts among the hutts along the outer rim, though it was a loss he did not truly miss.

A few moments later a striking, pink skinned woman exited the booth she had been sharing with the hutt. A zeltron, and one who appeared too intelligent to be a simple companion. Kaiten thought about calling her over to lighten up his waiting time, but then decided against it as he did not want to be distracted from the task he had appointed himself.

Kala raised her eyebrows at the newcomer. 'There's something you don't see every day. A woman in mandalorian armor...'She thought, before she turned her attention back to the game. "I may take you up on that offer. the game does look pretty interesting."

It looked like it was about assembling a hand, and bluffing if you didn't get a good one. But, she didn't know all the rules, so there could be something in there that could change the nature of the game at a moment's notice.
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Sixth Floor - Kaiten

Kaiten waits another half hour before the Admiral deigns to exit the privacy booth. He is wearing his uniform, but it is slightly askew, and he has two beautiful human women accompanying him, one on each arm. Kaiten does not recognize either of them women. One is a slender brunette, the other a voluptuous blond.

"So, you'll both come up to my suite and spend the evening, right my lovelies?" he asks as he looks from one to the other while they walk towards the entrance of the restaurant.


Fifth Floor - Aadun, Kala, Krysten
Most of the patrons give Krysten a wide berth, a little uncomfortable seeing a full suit of Mandalorian armor in the casino. Only the fact that security isn't accosting her immediately is preventing any number of sentients in here from running away, assuming she's here to assassinate them.

The bothan dealer looks at Kala for a moment before asking, "Are you in or out?" Then he starts taking the ante for the next hand.

Colluded hazel eyes lifted from the binspo table as sudden silence fell upon those around him. Joron knew that type of silence, it was a silence garnered by the working class when someone important or, most often, very, very deadly appeared in the room. He half expected it to be some rugged beast of a thing, a bounty hunter or personal lapdog of of Mister Kienaan but as his eyes roamed to that approaching wave of crimson, he knew, he knew whom she was but what the intrepid youth did not know was...why she was here.

Loose strands of hair slid and fell to one side as he tilted his head to listen to those spoken words. Envy, envy, powerful envy rolled from those around him like a sinister song. It was a pleasant feeling, a feeling that reminded Joron of home and rightfully where he belonged. The only hint as to what she whispered rested in the way his eyes narrowed then opened again and the way his lips curled into a smile that hinted whatever she had to say pleased him. Slowly, he turned and offered the same courtesy...

[private to Varis Rei: "Only if you bring to me the man whose arm I severed," he said, the word trailing off most promisingly. Sadly, Joron's attackers had been clad in armor and, save their voices, there was very little for him to go by. First, he explained to Varis the way their armor looked and any specific details then he added, "one of them spoke as if he were a blithering duros. Perhaps...a visit to their sector or one of their scrap heaps may be in order? They destroyed a number of my droids, if they could be salvaged..."

OOC: It is said that after the fall of the Trade Federation and the rise of the Galactic Empire, the Duros Sector of Nar Shadda fell into disrepair and malaise. This could have been a heavy motivator for many of their ilk to seek employment as bounty hunters, assassins or pirates. But then, this is Nar Shadda and you need only wave credits at a person to motivate them...]

Kaiten immediately sat up and strolled over to the admiral. He cleared his throat loudly before greeting the man. "Good day admiral. I am Kaiten, an employee of Jaeden Kienaan. I was wondering if you would join me in discussing some business."

Varis gives a throaty chuckle at whatever it is that Joron has whispered in her ear, then drapes herself around him in a sensual embraces as she leans across him to whisper in his other ear. The waves of lust and envy from the others at his table intensify and it appears that none of them, including the pit boss, have any thoughts of continuing the game at this moment.[Private to Joron Sarrus: "Ah, what a shame. There's a Kadas'sa'Nikto bounty hunter sniffing about, searching for a man matching your description. He has both of his arms, though. Jaerad will have him followed. It may yield a lead," she says quietly into his ear.]

She pulls away from Joron then, leaving a lingering kiss on his cheek. Looking at the table, she pulls a credit chip from between her breasts and drops it. "Five thousand credits on black." She does not even wait for the gambling to resume before she walks away, leaving the astounded patrons still wanting more.

Keynes barely pauses to glare at Kaiten. "I told the hostess, and I'll tell you the same thing, 'I'm busy.' And you can tell Kienaan to stop hounding me. I'll tell him my decision tomorrow. If you people don't leave me alone, it's going to seriously affect my good mood and my decision."

The two women spare a brief glance for Kaiten, intent as they are on the Admiral. One of them discretely straightens his uniform jacket as she realizes it is askew.

"Here, I will explain the rules first!" he says, excited to have an active audience.  He gestures for Kala to step over and if she does he shows her what he has and then he quickly runs over the basics of how to play and what hands are considered "good" or "bad".  He is surprisingly honest about the gaming mechanics, though he leaves out all mention of bluffing.

"Watch me play a hand or two to decide and if you don't wanna play, you can continue to watch.  I won't mind."  He seemed perfectly content to keep her at his side if at all possible.

"Ah yes, the decision." Kaiten replied smoothly. "That is the thing. Jaered was worried you may not have completely understood the terms of the...agreement, and wanted me to reiterate them for you if that is so. However before I can do that I require you to state what you have inferred so far so I will know how to proceed." He said, speaking quickly and hoping the admiral would be confused enough to blurt out something useful Kaiten could latch onto.

Keynes stops, letting his arms drop to his sides and leaving the women momentarily confused, then turns to scrutinize Kaiten from head to toe. Keynes adjusts his stance slightly, from one of complete relaxation to that of a soldier, and his expression hardens as he unconsciously places his right hand on his hip, where his sidearm would be. "If Jaerad Kienaan knows you're here, harassing me, I'll eat my boots. I know your face now, Kaiten. You can leave me alone now, and I'll let Kienaan stay in the dark, or I can call Jaerad now and settle the matter. It's your decision."

The women stand in the background, completely uncertain as to what they should be doing. Yet again, a number of patrons are looking at Kaiten, although he recognizes none of them. The hostess looks mortified, as she is able to overhear the exchange.

The admiral was canny, Kaiten granted him that. But then again one didn't get to be an admiral in the empire by being a slouch. "There is no need to get offended admiral. I was simply trying to serve Jaeden and you. Perhaps we can talk more once you are free off...other concerns." He glanced at the women. "I will let Jaered know of your response. And a word of caution admiral, one should be wary about making comments about the Emperor. You never know who might be listening." Kaiten bowed, turned and began to make his way towards the turbo lifts. Well at least he had learned something, that a deal was in the works. Perhaps he could learn more from Jaered himself when they met. Whatever the case Kaiten felt he had gotten all that he could from the admiral for now. It was time to see the other floors of this casino.

[Private to GM: ooc: If Kaiten gets to the turbo lifts undisturbed, he will go to the second floor. (the arena)]

Sight, scent, sound, every facet of the redhead's presence seemed somehow infectious and riveting. Her appreciative laughter spurned his own dark chuckle whilst the sensuous embrace served to heighten the tension and desire in those around them. Yes, just as his thoughts on the silence initially attested, she was dangerous, more than that, she was the type of woman most often found amidst his own house. The very type of woman he was so accustomed to dealing. Rolling his head as she moved from ear to ear, he stood quietly and listened. Whatever she said earned a throaty murmur.

[private to Varis Rei: "Interesting," he began with a murderous tone, it was as if his thoughts had already considered how he wished to deal with the reptilian upstart. "That would mean my escape has already spread back to their employer. Unless...he was a part of the crew and is trying to cover up his failure." He considered that thought as arms wrapped around the lady's waist. "Good, I look...forward to the next report."]
As a thoughtful host to a mixture of emotions, the lingering kiss to his cheek did much to soothe whatever visions had crept into Joron's mind. Then, as she placed the credit chip onto black, he turned to the pit boss with a grin while she turned to leave. "Well, you heard the lady..." he said, his voice full of brutal aristocratic insinuation. "Are you content to stand there with your jaw on the floor or will you be wiping the drool from your face so we might play?" Then, with a smug look on his face he placed his own chips with her credits.
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Keynes quirks an eyebrow at Kaiten's comment, but otherwise seems unperturbed. He places his arms around the womens' shoulders and smiles charmingly as he relaxes again. "Now, ladies, where were we?"
[Private to Kaiten: The Arena is sub-level 2, actually. I'll give you access. I didn't think you character would be the type to enjoy blood sports.]
The hostess is in the process of making a call on a private comlink at her station as Kaiten makes his way to the turbolifts, but he is otherwise left alone.

"Thanks for the quick lesson. I'll watch for a little." Kala replied, as she nodded to Aadun, and then the dealer. It was an intriguing game, a lot of potential for bluffing, and counter bluffing. Trying to see who could best conceal what they had.

It reminded her a bit of her own life. Except, with paper cards. When she felt comfortable, perhaps she'd join in.
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The table seemed to be moving at a good pace, so Aadun began paying a lot more attention to his cards and what he was doing.  When there seemed to be a lull however as the Twi'lek had to really think about his hand, he glanced back up at the pink-skinned woman.

She seemed like she could be uncomfortable, he reasons to himself.  Those shoes alone looked quite painful.  "You know, you do look horribly uncomfortable just standing there.  Especially with those pointed shoes. Why don't you have a seat?" he asked and then pulls his chair out and pats his leg so as to offer her a seat.

[Private to GM: I'm rolling my persuision, minus the one for my inebriation and I got this: You rolled 24 using 1d20+8 ((16)). and I assume she gets a counter roll.]

[Private to Kala Jorn: I did make a roll, so I assume there would be some sort of a counter roll unless you are absolutely against it, :p]
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Kala had to laugh a little at the Zabrak's antics. "I think my friend, you have had one too many." She finished, as she shook her head. He was pretty funny, she had to give him that.

She gave a second or two's thoughts of taking a seat, but risking her dress in the hands of a drunk wasn't a good idea. "I'm alright. Years of wearing these types of shoes has gotten me used to walking around for long periods of time."
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"Alright, just trying to be mannerly and all.  If you change your mind, you know where to find me," he says and shrugs his shoulders.  He goes back to his table and looks down at his cards.  They were pretty good, so he throws in some chips and gets his head back into the game.

After leaving the third level, the striking beauty makes her way to the turbolift and heads up to the fifth floor, where she makes a circuit of the level. Eyes follow her along her entire path as games are disrupted and halted while men, and a few women, stare lustily or enviously.

The expression on her face tells the astute observer, who doesn't get lost in her curves, that she is well aware of and very much enjoys the havoc she is causing. Beyond that, however, it's difficult to discern if there's any more thought in her head than just reveling in her physical beauty.

[Private to Kala Jorn: Kala recognizes the woman who was in Kienaan's office.]
[Private to Aadun Ogden: Aadun recognizes her as the woman who stuck her head in Kienaan's office while he was being interviewed.]

As the woman enters her field of view, Kala looks up, watching eyes fall upon her, and emotions start to heighten in the surrounding area. She could almost see the lust that some of the men and women were feeling at the moment. She gave a nod to the woman as she walked by, not saying anything.

She hoped there wasn't any hard feelings still lingering from their initial meeting though.

Even he noticed the sudden change in the mood of the room.  He looks up from his cards, quite confused until his eyes land on the red haired woman from before.  It clicks in his mind that that was the woman who had been in Kienaan's office while he was there earlier.  Then, he barely gave her a second glance but now he could barely look away.

He almost made to stand up, but then when his eyes left her and he saw the cards on the table he knew that he couldn't leave them.  Besides which, even in his state he didn't want to mess with who could potentially be his boss' girl.  He just didn't want to die.

The woman's circuit brings her by the table where Aadun is playing and Kala is standing. She stops very near Kala and surveys the audience, as if to see who is paying attention to her and whose eyes might be on Kala. She looks quite satisfied with the result of her search.

She addresses Kala, "Jaerad forgot his manners when he neglected to introduce us. I am Varis Rei, Duchess of Phiris."