[ARC]The After Party: An Inevitable Meeting

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[ARC]The After Party: An Inevitable Meeting

Post#1 » Sun Jul 07, 2013 1:26 am

The Dark Lord had rather enjoyed the party, though he had pushed much of it from his mind for the moment. No, something far more interesting was pressing on his thoughts. The mercenary, Victus, had kept the Dark Lord's attention during much of the conversation with Evander and the whelp of an aristocrat. While he certainly couldn't prove it just yet, Lord Phyr was all but certain this man was a Sith in hiding. The barely contained sea of rage, the urge to kill the Jedi that interfered, it all screamed Sith background. But Phyr hadn't felt much force sensitivity. This had three possibilities. The first being that he was completely wrong about this man, he was simply an angry merc. with a bad taste for Jedi. The second, he was adept at holding in his raging storm, able to hide in plain site so long as he remained focused. The third: he, like Rashos, knew some of the ancient Sith arts.



Rashos felt it was likely the second scenario, but he had to think of all possibilities. Assuming the man was the hired bodyguard of the Kuati 'businessman', Rashos left a message for the bouncer at the entrance/exit of the party. Victus was a hard man to miss, and therefor easy to describe. As he escorted his employer, the guard would deliver him a message. That Marruc Jahn would like to discuss a possible employment of his services. If he had any ounce of talent as a Sith or a mercenary, the man should easily recall that being the identity of the Zeltron that spent so much time talking to Evander and the Kuati man. The address he left was that of a nearby cantina.



Of course, should he be wrong and Victus decides to take another exit, then he'll have to waste time by hunting the man down. But one way or another, he would find him. Still, since all he had to do was wait, Phyr makes his way to the cantina. It was still in the high class neighborhood, so would be thugs and muggers were scarce, but a suit would still stick out. So once there he visited the refresher and stripped out of the neon green attire. Underneath which was his black bodysuit with crimson designs. The designs were based off of old Sith tattoos, and he wondered if Victus would notice. Leaving the suit behind, he had no need of it now, Lord Phyr sits at a table near the entrance, and orders a drink. He decides he'll give the mercenary one hour to show before he starts looking for him. </div>




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<div class='signature'> Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
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[ARC]The After Party: An Inevitable Meeting

Post#2 » Sun Jul 07, 2013 2:02 am

Needles to say, Victus was more than thrilled that posh overly uptight ball of a party was over. It was no place for a hardened killer who enjoyed roughing it more than being wined and dined by

Pompous nitwits. The feeling of ripping off that travesty they call a 'suit' and putting on some real clothing, such as his Mandalorian armor, was more than exhilarating. In truth, the beast of a man was amped up. Having to suppress his anger for so long to please his employer had caused him to become a powder keg of fury. If someone so much as looked his wrong he would quickly turn any man in a pool of mush, although he secretly wished he'd cross the Jedi again.



Needless to say when Lord Metus received the invitation to the Cantina by the bouncer, he was less than surprised. A man with his background and stature normally garnered attention. Usually from Amalek's rivals wanting to take his 'crown jewel of muscle' away. Its not that Victus was loyal, the rivals simply didnt offer enough to receive his services. However a feeling had sparked his interest into the man they called 'The Marrus Jahn', so he would see him. However as always, he'd stay on guard. Nothing is worse then a turned down employer if the credits arent right. They tend to make threats they later regret...



As Victus entered the cantina, the place found itself suddenly silenced as the patrons gazed upon the human monster. Victus could only scoff and turn his head slightly to the bartender. "Hand over your strongest liquor." He told him in his threatening voice. Although the wave of bewilderment shot over the bartender, he stupidly felt as though Victus had to elaborate. "U-Uh, our strongest is the 'Krayt Bomb' but the bottle is 120 credits. Do you want a shot instead?" Victus didnt respond, instead he marched over and grabbed the suddenly sheepish employee by the collar. "Do I look like a man who'll be satisfied with a shot?!" Woah, point taken. Atleast thats what the bartender thought being point blank into the death glare of Victus.



Nearly two seconds after that, Lord Metus stomped over to whom he recognized as Marruc Jahn with the bottle of liquor in hand, free of charge. Glaring at the business man, he took a quick swig of the bottle while clutching it in hand tightly, the very hands that have choked the life out of numerous poor souls. "Speak!" He boomed. The power of his vocals could be felt, nearly force amplified should one assume. His glaring eyes turned slightly to left upon hearing the scuffle of patrons hurrying out of the bar but it soon fell back upon the perspective employer. </div>




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[ARC]The After Party: An Inevitable Meeting

Post#3 » Sun Jul 07, 2013 1:32 pm

Victus could certainly make an entrance, that was sure. He looked up in mild surprise when the large mercenary blocked the doorway. In truth, he sensed the man's boiling rage long before he entered the bar. Already out of the suit, Rashos raised an eyebrow at what he saw. Ah, so he's a Mandolorian too... Thats rather interesting. A mandolorian Sith would be an unique crossover, and if this Victus was what Lord Phy suspected him to be, he wanted him all the more. He resisted the urge to smirk as Victus made he way to the barkeep and belligerently intimidated his way into a free bottle of hard liquor. The powder keg of anger threatened to burst any moment. Part of Rashos almost wanted it too, he was curious what this Mandolorian was capable of.



When he brazenly sat down and demanded the Dark Lord speak, Rashos almost chuckled. The mere power of his voice cleared the room of most of its patrons, and the barkeep seemed unsure of whether or not he wanted to summon the authorities. Their fear was delicious, and he relished the emotions for a moment. His spell of Concealment was still active, he didn't want to reveal himself to this man. Not just yet. Instead, he looked towards the barkeep, projecting a secure calmness onto his feeble mind. "Don't worry my friend, we're just going to have a little chat. Put his bottle on my tab." The man gave a weak smile and nodded before glancing at Victus once. Not quite over the experience, the barkeep was calm enough to compose himself and ho about his duties. He wouldn't disturb them again.



He turned his gaze towards Victus, his eyes calm and thoughtful. "My my, you certainly know how to make an entrance." He took a drink, deliberately taking his time. As if to emphasize that Victus's deep voice and large frame did little to intimidate him. "You are an impressive man, Victus. I can tell just by looking at you that you're more comfortable with a blaster in hand than a fancy cocktail. So tell me, why is a battle hardened warrior playing guard dog for some insect in a business suit?" There was a slight edge to his voice at the end. He allowed the coldness to seep through, more subtle messages to the Mando, this time to convey that he wasn't the typical happy joy joy Zeltron whelp that Victus likely assumed him to be. </div>




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<div class='signature'> Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
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[ARC]The After Party: An Inevitable Meeting

Post#4 » Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:04 am

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<div class='signature'> Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
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