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Post#1 » Wed May 29, 2013 2:17 pm

A strong stereotype has plagued the Mandalorians for centuries following the long forgotten Mandalorians Wars was that many, if not all, of them were simple mercenaries and guns for hire. Although it is a stereotype, much of it has validity. Having been a Mandalorian Soldier for years, Victus was no stranger to doing random mercenary work. Infact he sometimes enjoyed doing them. He was a popular hire as well because of his big physique, tall stature, and fearsome demeanor. Even though he enjoyed getting new things to kill and do he did not, however, enjoy many of the people who've actually hired him.



Take Amakel Drak, for example. A wealthy Kuati aristocrat who was too timid to do his own dirty work let alone try to even be intimidating. The man was currently profiting from Kuat's militarization and current turmoil. However he needed hands to help keep the turmoil going and keep the competitors from joining in on his bankroll. Enter Clan Ordo and Victus. They were to do two things. Intimidate Drak's competitors off Kuat or give them a one-way ticket to whatever god they believed in. Victus, being the brute he is, opted for the latter most of the time. However because of this, Drak had gained numerous enemies and needed bodyguards to make sure he never received such a ticket. So at the night of one of Kuat City's Galas catered to the rich, Victus and few of his men were paid to tag along.



The glistening light, clinking of various cocktail glasses, and the constant murmur of socialites filled the air of this major ballroom. Victus arrived earlier than Drak to make sure the building was safe for him to enter. The towering beast of a man wore a black suit and tie, totally out of his element but credits were credits. He sipped begrudgingly at his cocktail glass with his free arm pressed up against his back in a 'proper' demeanor. He glared out into the crowd with his thoughts ranging from wanting to depart without the credits to punching that pompous looking man in the face with hope that it broke his neck.



The Former Sith Warrior turned his head slightly to see a fellow Mandalorian comrade, also dressed classy, patting his shoulder. "Don't look so gloomy, big fella. Our employer might be a piece of Poodoo but atleast we're treated to a party." Oh Axel Ordo, always the spirited one. Victus was less inclined to look on the brightside. He was a warrior, one hell of one too, this was no place for him. "Id rather be flogged to the break of dawn then suffer through this one more hour." He retorted with a fierce snort afterwards. Axel couldnt help but pat his shoulder again and give a small chuckle to such an answer. "Suit yourself, big fella, but I'm going to see if I can't get one of this rich dames to be my new sugar mama." Victus watched as his slightly drunken brother-in-arms trotted over to the cocktail bar to 'spit some game' so to speak.



How bothersome, all of this. Something in this galaxy is remaining alive instead of being killed while hes here. Fucked up. </div>




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Post#2 » Wed May 29, 2013 9:45 pm

Evander entered the room and looked around, it had been sometime since he had been in public, he did his best to clean himself up and remove the paint from his face which was customary of Had Abbadonian traditions. Before he was a Sith he was a noble and the nobility of Kuat were merchants and were rich, that means that they had enough money to fund expeditions to far-flung planets especially those which were off limits to most people. Evander had come to entertain the rich and wealthy for an expedition to Korriban, which he could finance himself but would rather use other peoples money, it was the nobles way, have others do the dirty work.



Evander entered the room with two bodyguards flanking his right and left side, as he entered the man responsible for announcing the nobles tapped a bell and the room quieted down. "Evander Remus, Noble of Had Abbadon." The room went eerily silent, the planet he had hailed from was still cut off much from the galaxy at large and had a sort of mythos to it. Evander stepped forward into the room and peered around, smiling. His multi-colored eyes only added to the controversy and conversation. Evander nodded at several people throughout the party who had already signed on for the project and his next "victim" was Amakel Drak a Kuati "entrepreneur". Evander spotted Drak and made his way to him.



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Post#3 » Thu May 30, 2013 1:19 am

Fancy parties were not something that Moema had experienced before today, but her Master had insisted that she come with him to this foray where she would learn the fine art of diplomacy.



"Jedi," Kvorikan had to explain, quite a number of times, "Are more than just Force adept warriors. War, in fact, is the last thing we desire. Peace through words and friendly action is the goal of all Jedi, and in that we are in kindred spirit to the diplomats present. What is more, we do not seek personal fortune, and in that we differ greatly from the common politician."



The two had arrived at Kuat the day before the festivities and Kvorikan had almost needed to physically force Moema to wear the traditional tunic of a Jedi padawan under her robes.



"If I leave my robe on, no one will notice." She had argued when he insisted quite vehemently.



"Someone will always notice." Kvorikan said, "And it will be noticed that you do not carry yourself comfortably in the tunic and someone will infer that you prefer a different form of attire. They will, however, know that you are a padawan and they will know that you are properly obedient to your master."



"But I'm n-"



"I know, I know," Kvorikan said, "But this time I need to put my foot down. After the party you can frolic through the shipyards naked for all I care, though I advise against that for numerous reasons."



Both Kvorikan and Moema had silent reservations about her attending the party despite Kvorikan's desire for her to learn social etiquette. Fortunately, the moment Moema was separated from her Master she found herself drawn to a group of diplomats talking and laughing together.



It turns out that they were all there against their will as well; forced to come by higher authorities. An extended and enjoyable conversation with that group warmed Moema up a little to the atmosphere and she began to enjoy herself. Once the group had broken off into various other conversations among themselves or passers-by she moved off to find another person to meet. Her natural outgoing social tendencies made it quite easy, and soon she found herself- inadvertently- speaking to the CEO of the Sluis Van Shipyards and swapping stories about bad experiences with poorly manufactured starfighters.

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Post#4 » Thu May 30, 2013 5:13 am

The disguised Darth Metus stood silently while clutching his cocktail glass. It was out-of-character to be drinking something other then straight liquor in a bottle. This was rather unbecoming of him. He almost felt insulted holding such a puny glass intended for the herd of weak-body individuals known as 'aristocrats' who pay people like him to do dirty work. It was a strange feeling. It seemed every time Victus did mercenary work, he felt as though Mandalorian glory could not be obtained through various contracts with pathetic opportunists. However when there wasnt any contracts to do, he found himself bored enough to seek some out. A vicious cycle.



The beast of a man turned his head slightly behind him to see his Duro employer appearing from the door while fidgeting with his tie. Victus couldnt help but feel certain animosity toward the alien for the cocky smirk he wore across his blue face. Amalek's ref eyes met with Victus's own when he was through toying with the object. "Does my tie look okay? I can't mingle up to the guests looking like common street trash." Victus observed Mr. Drak with a visible scowl. For a second, he contemplated how easy it would be to snap his neck but contrary to popular belief, the former Sith had more restraint then that. "You seem presentable enough, Amalek" Victus responded with that same animosity in his tone. Amalek rolled his crimson eyes and batted his hand to Victus's response. "Bah, what would a goon like you know about high class fashion anyway? I dont even know why I asked." Amalek's retort made Victus grit his teeth with a hateful grunt.



Yet another grunt emitted from Victus's lips when his employer gave him a stern pat on the back after brandishing his cane. "Stay close behind me, Ordo. I want these people to realize I ain't one to be intimidated." It was also a display of wealth and power to Drak to have someone as fearsome as Victus in his employment. The two men entered the hustle and bustle of the crowd while Amalek nodded off to people he'd known and had previously done business with. Victus stayed close behind his employer, still nursing that same cocktail he has had since the start.

The ballroom fell into a silent hush when the noble from Had Abbadon was announced. Victus himself was taken back just a tad. He didn't expect to see an aristocrat seemingly as built as himself. Perhaps he was too quick to judge these people. Eh, probably not. Interestingly enough though, Victus recalled hearing the name 'Had Abbadon' once during his tutelage on Korriban. He remembered his master muttering it but he could, for the life of him, recall the reason or context. The large man peered over to Amalek whom he could see growing that same cocky grin and rubbing his hands together in the universal sign for greed.



Amalek strolled over to the man known as Evander Remus, first quickly examining his bodyguards then the noble himself. "Ah, Mr Remus! A pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance. I received the memo your secretary forwarded over to my office about some juicy business proposition. Rumor has it that it has something to do with that worthless dust bowl of a planet, Korriban." The Duro lowered his head and looked at Evander slyly. "What is it youre looking for? Jewels? Treasure? Hidden secrets?!" It was obvious he was interested, a typical schemer.



Victus tried to hide his utter contempt for Amalek's comment about Korriban being 'worthless dust bowl'. He couldn't even give the slightest indication that he had any attachment to that place. Instead he simply ignore his employer's ramblings to Evander and gave a silent respectful nod to the Had Abbandon bodyguards. However the same moment he decided to sip on his cocktail is when his senses began to pick a signature of light. His dark eyes slowly edged to the corner of his face to gaze upon two Jedi conversating within the crowd. Truth be told, he was in Federation space so he shouldn't be as surprised as he was that some showed up. Still, he masked his force signature well to keep up his inconspicuousness. As much as the former Sith hankered for a good fight and to avenge his fellow darksiders, he would force himself to avoid the pair... ...that is unless his 'dear' employer sought something from them. Although Victus was an expert tracker because of his force sense and Mandalorian skill, he wouldnt let the Jedi out of his sight. </div>




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Post#5 » Thu May 30, 2013 7:23 am

Evander saw the man approaching and smiled at him, giving him the reassuring feeling that he was interested in meeting him and visa versa. Evander eyed the man standing behind him, the hulking bodyguard was a sight it was almost abnormal to see someone of that stature but bodyguard work required...heavy lifting to say the least. Evander acted as if he was genuinely interested in the boastful greeting which he was given by Drak, Evander extended a hand and shook the mans hand. "Pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Drak." Evander smiled and released the mans hand. Evander had to contain his anger when he referred to Korriban as a dust bowl, Evander knew that he could not permit his anger to come forth and tear the mans throat from his body, that would be improper.



"Whilst I disagree with your description, I have interest in several items throughout Korriban which would go well with my family's collection of priceless artifacts from around the galaxy which we soon sell after being displayed. I recently acquired an urn from former Emperor Palpatines office, quite interesting isn't it?" Evander again eyed the bodyguard unsure of why the man was giving Evander an eerily familiar feeling. "But I digress." Evander motioned his hand back and one of the bodyguards handed Evander a datapad, Evander flicked it on and handed it to Drak. "This is the outline for the expedition, including costs and the potential profit. As you can see, the profits far outweigh the costs." Evander motioned towards the potential discovery list which he had personally made. "By your...patronage, we will give you whatever profits we make from the auctions, and might I add these auctions tend to be exclusive and attended by those who are prepared to spend much more money than the typical wealth banker would." Evander was attempting to ensure that the man bought into it.



Evander thought as he was talking that this man had no idea that at the end of the entire expedition, the galaxy would never be the same and that his corpse would be strew across the deserts of Korriban for his comment on the ancestral world of the Sith. Evander took a deep breath as he realized there was another presence in the room, that of a Jedi. Evander gritted his teeth as soon as he was finished talking and starred across the room at the two Jedi who entered. Evander was lucky enough to have inherited a Taozin amulet from his grandfather, it was essential in his cover. Evander eyed the bodyguard who took a particular interest to two seemingly unknown people in the room, even for the fact they were Jedi. </div>




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Post#6 » Sat Jun 01, 2013 9:51 am

Moema was finding pros and cons to this party. The pro of having so many different and interesting guests was that she was always certain to find an interesting conversation every few minutes so long as she happened to meet the right person and propose the correct introduction. The con, however, was that etiquette kept most of them moving around to other people after short conversations. Some stayed with Moema as long as they could but duty dictated that they speak to other ambassadors, representatives, and various wealthy types.



The Padawan would not complain though. She would embrace her position as diplomat and continue to try and get to know everybody at the party. She looked around and saw the man that had been introduced to a surprising silence. Evander something...Moema was not the best with names. She remembered his first name because it was a neat sounding name. Evander. It rolled off the tongue quite smoothly. PLUS he was from Had Abaddon; a planet steep with mythos and mystery. What exactly the myths were, Moema didn?t know, but she knew they existed, which made the planet interesting. Well, normally it was boring, but now it was interesting because she could talk to someone from it.



Weaving her way through the crowd, she caught Evander?s eye, or thought she did, and waved over some heads at him.



?Pardon me,? she said, walking through a group of five different aliens who were all conversing with each other. Eventually, she was near enough to be able to greet him.



?Hello!? She said happily, extending a hand while still five or six paces away. There was no one else between her and him, so she kept walking towards him. ?You?re Evander, yes? I heard your name announced a while ago.? She had quite forgotten that etiquette dictated that she use his title and surname rather than his personal name in an initial greeting.

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Post#7 » Fri Jun 07, 2013 10:40 pm

Evander felt the presence of the Jedi approaching and kept himself from snarling and smiled when the Jedi arrived within clear sight. Evander turned his head and eyed the massive bodyguard who seemingly got uncomfortable or just didn't like the look of the young Jedi. When she spoke his name, he smiled, how ironic that a Jedi was approaching a Sith in the middle of a crowded ballroom. Oh the irony he thought. The Jedi extended her hand and Evander returned the favor and shook the hand of the Jedi in some twisted fate. "I am Evander, that is correct. Pleasure to meet you." Evander didn't know the Jedi's name but in his head he had already made a plan to ensure that the Jedi would not survive the night.



"I am glad to see my name has attracted such a presence." Evander smiled continuing to play his cover off without a hitch. It was something that he even admired about himself. The ability of his personality to adopt and change as necessary to the situations which he was faced with. He almost began to state that he was discussing an expedition to Korriban but did not want to unintentionally invite a Jedi on an expedition which Evander was seeking Sith knowledge.



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Post#8 » Sat Jun 08, 2013 1:58 pm

Victus couldn't help but examine and give a personal anaylsis of the man Drak was quickly 'befriending'. Although his attitude seemed quite proper and fitting for someone of his status and guest of the party, he couldnt help but feel the man known as Evander had plenty of tricks of his sleeve. He looked like man that could protect himself to great effect. This bothered Victus somewhat, why would a man who could have anything at the snap of his fingers, feel the need to maintain muscle of a bulking caliber. The former Sith couldnt sense even a drop of force sensitivity within him, maybe he was simply overreacting to this oddity. Maybe.



The Mandalorian mercenary returned his attention to his cocky employer who was chuckling, noticeably, underneath his breath as Evander gave the gist of his project. "Several items, you say? Yes, sounds quite interesting. That is unless its a bunch of dusty bones from those 'Sith' dumbasses who idiotically got themselves eradicated but an urn is better!." Drak released a boisterous laugh as he nudged the Had Abbadon royal in a joking manner. Most sentient beings were able to be clever with their jokes, Drak was not one of them. Although business savvy, he was socially inept. Sone wonder how he managed to 'charm' investors.



Amalek took the list of figures in hand and glanced over them while keeping an eye on Evander every second or so. Resisting to drool from the possible capital almost overpowered him. The money-lust was far too strong for this one to endure though he attempted to compose himself. "I must say, a very tempting. One I am willing to invest in. However, you must be willing to allow me to visit Korriban on occasion to check up on the project... Ya know, to make sure my money is continued to be spent well." To Drak, this was almost too perfect. Half his mind wanted to betray Evander at the height of the project and take every thin for himself. He felt confident he could.



The conversation was cut short however when precocious Jedi Padawan did what Victus had hoped she wouldn't: approach. The hulk of a Sith kept his calm demeanor but eyed the Jedi almost uncomfortably. He itched for a fight but he confident enough that he could maintain his composure. The Jedi seemed heavily interested in meeting Evander which didnt necessarily bother Victus but it did bother Drak who muscled his way between the Jedi and the Royal. "Hey! Beat it, little girl. Cant you see we're the middle of discussing business?! Run along and play with youd hocus pocus and light toys or Ill have my merc remove you!" Drak was a hostile asshole with a very short fuse. Yes, he flew off the handle but it was okay: he's an idiot. Victus gave a nasty grin, he kind of hoped he could. Already he thought of six different ways he would.



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Post#9 » Mon Jun 10, 2013 4:34 am

The introduction was pleasant enough for Moema to feel comfortable in beginning a new conversation. However, no sooner had she released Evander?s hand than did the large man that had been beside Evander step in between them and accosted her. Moema blinked, her smile faltering, and took a step back.



?Pardon me...? She said in an apologetic tone. There was a firm hand on her shoulder that stopped her retreat. She glanced over and saw her Master standing with her, his polite smile in place.



?Pardon my padawan,? He said, his voice projecting confidence and peace, ?She is not yet learned in the ways of statecraft, though she does mingle well in groups of strangers.? He gave her a reassuring smile and then stepped forward, between her and Drak. He looked past the wannabe bodyguard to Evander. ?I am Jedi Knight Kvorikan. This is Padawan Moema Dilay.? Then to Drak he said ?I am sorry if your opinion of our Order is negative, but I am prepared to offer every assurance that we are here on peaceful and diplomatic terms and want nothing more than polite conversation with your employer.?



Moema watched her Master with concealed awe. She sensed no use of the Force in his voice or manner on these men; he was just using his personal charisma and oratory skills.

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Post#10 » Thu Jun 13, 2013 12:36 am

Darth Phyr, Dark Lord of the Sith, stood in the near center of the room dressed in a neon green suit, and bright red bow tie. Typical to Zeltron fashion, the suit was perfectly tailored to show off his impressive physique, and it was short before he had a cocktail in hand and a rather buxom Twi'lek on his arm. Marruc Jahn, as the few aritocrats, business men and party goers he'd talked to knew him as, was enjoying himself immensely. But he was here for business too, it was always nice when the two could go hand in hand. He winked at the woman he'd been charming. Her cerulean skin flushed purple and she beamed a light headed smile. Oolana, if he recalled correctly, was nearly giddy being in such close proximity to his pheromones.



He'd been going around discussing business, and pleasure, for quite some time now, making a few deals and opening the doors for potential later ones. However, despite the beautiful girl on his arm, the drink in hand, and all the business talk, he was keeping his mind focused. The two Jedi in the room never escaped his attention, and it was only his Spell of concealment that kept the dark storm inside of him from being detected. The Jedi, while unexpected, were little more than a nuisance however. He'd spent too long working in the shadows to allow his cover to be blown at some fat cat party.



He paused with the others at the announcement of the nobleman Evander Remus. He smiled at the name. He'd heard of him before, but had yet to see him face to face. Evander reminded Rashos of himself. He was fit, more than was typical of the upper class, with a commanding presence that yelled authority and charisma. But there was more. A hard set to his jaw, a coldness to his eyes. Underneath the all the charm and nobility was a man of who could get his hands dirty. Sith potential if he'd had any ounce of Force sensitivity. But Rashos's keen senses picked up nothing of the sort. Still, he mused. The nobleman could be of some value.



Dancing around the crowd, making idle chit chat, he made his way to Evander. The man was talking to a Kuati aristocrat who practically radiated greed. The man cared only for credits, and would stomp, or rather hire someone to stomp, on all who got in the way of his profits. The Dark Lord had already dismissed the worm from his thoughts, and rather turned his mind to the hulking man behind him. The man was clearly more comfortable in armor than a suit. A merc. perhaps, but that wasn't what interested Lord Phyr. No... There was something else there. He could sense it, almost. The burning rage underneath the surface, the urge to kill the insect that was likely his employer... This one screamed Sith by his emotions alone, and Rashos wondered if the warrior was masking himself from the Jedi just as he was. He would approach this one later...



He cursed mentally, the Jedi had approached them before he did. He didn't stop his path however, and had to control all impulses that urged him to lash out and kill the impudent fools. When he was there, he read the situation quickly. The three men clearly didn't enjoy the Jedi interruption. The warrior and Evander both seemed to want to kill her, while the Kuati bug was simply irritated that he was interrupted. The Padawan was taken aback slightly, but in awe of her Master's attempts at peace. Rashos could've incited more anger, it would've been fun to watch. But instead he decided to handle it diplomatically. Helping the Jedi might make them leave sooner.



Continuing his idle banter, acting as though it wasn't his intent to arrive precisely where he was, he glanced up as though just now noticing the conflict. Setting his drink down, he flashed a big smile to the five people. "Hey, hey guys. No need for such hostility, its a party, lets enjoy ourselves!" He projected a calm, lighthearted joy on the minds of Evander, the merc and aristocrat. The little whelp was easy to influence, but the other two he had to push a little harder. He wasn't surprised with the merc. It just fed his suspicions that the man knew the Darkside. But Evander... As far as he could tell the nobleman couldn't touch the Force. Yet even the strongest mind couldn't resist a Zeltron's influence without some talent in it. Curious... His smiling visage lingered on Evander for a moment longer than the rest. There is more to you than meets the eye... he thought to himself. </div>




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Post#11 » Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:04 am

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