Being absolutely non-Force sensitive, Drazzak couldn’t read in the Trandoshan’s mind and discuss the matter of Trandoshan’s Art. Not that Drazzak really cared about Art, she just had specialised in sneakily robbing museums. It all came down to one simple fact: Art had a certain value and value meant money… big money!

"Information is it? Well you've bumped into the right Trandoshan... I can tell you a bit about a couple of the people here and all it will cost you is another round of drinks..."

Now that was suspicious but probably not as suspicious as the dirty muddy Drazzak was looking in that select place of the upper Coruscant. There was two options by now either she’ll trust the lizard or… Well! Another round of drink was not much asked from the scally creature.

“Name your drink then!” Said Drazzak with her raspy and horrible voice and a small gesture indicating the bar.

“Name your drink then!” Came the reply from the Ubese, and Skursir grinned in turn. He could have asked for credits, but that would have been an unkind gesture, even if it was to someone he'd just met. Besides, this was casual chatter, highlighted by the fact that they were by the bar with intoxicating beverages.

"That would be a Lum, if you pleasse...", Skursir said, before thumbing over (yet another very human gesture) discretely down the room, over to where a man and woman where having a chat, both seemingly human, or at least near-human. "The woman over there'ss called Aleena Fel, she'ss part of the Elimination and Protection Operationss for Contractual Hire Agency, high up the ladder, sso to sspeak."

He couldn't tell if he had Drazzak hooked or not on the information. He would also have parted with the knowledge that the very leader of the E.P.O.C.H was in the building, but he told himself that it was best not too many other people knew. There was a reason of course, why the Falleen kept to the shadows, and Drazzak could well try to take advantage of the many bounties on the Falleen.

"There iss a few more from the Agency, ssuch asss mysself, and my friend Jylan," a quick look over Drazzak's shoulder revealed that Jylan was still with the Twi'leks. Frowning with his scaley eyebrows, Skursir returned his attention to the Ubese, "I even hear the Hyperion is owned by the E.P.O.C.H", ending his round of speech by taking his recently arrived Lum, downing half of it and crossing his arms.

Drazzak ordered the trandoshan’s Lum simply by tossing a few creds on the counter with a nod toward the Giga-lizzard standing right in front of her. She was following Skusssir indication on who was who around here. Thought Drazzak wouldn’t say the trandoshan wasn’t particularly impressive –for a slightly drunk trandoshan that is- she felt rather uncomfortable when she saw Aleena Fel. There was something Drazzak couldn’t name but there was obviously something about the woman that made Drazzak feel uncomfortable.

The garbage-smelling Ubese was dragged out of her gaze of Mrs Fel by further details the Doshan added. Hopefully the helmet’s voice distorder would hide the Ubese’s emotion. Emotion here and applied to an Ubese wouldn’t mean she felt in love but rather that she felt very uncomfortable.

"There iss a few more from the Agency, ssuch asss mysself, and my friend Jylan, I even hear the Hyperion is owned by the E.P.O.C.H "
“Drazzak familiar with name EPOCH. Humble serious agency. Drazzak not understand agency interested in information or art. Drazzak wrong?”

For a second there, Drazzak was wondering if the Trandoshan wasn’t politely threatening her. She was slowly scanning the area for any improvised weapon if the need arise. This could get dirty based on the number of people but a good fighting would be fun.

((I thought i should start this again considering the changes in character and position to E.P.O.C.H))

The doors swooped open to the Hyperion, as Renia Vais entered wearing her black leather suit. Her belt connected to two holsters now left empty due to the rule of weapon confiscation.
"Fancy". She said as her head observed the room.
She continued to walk forward leaving the entrance hall, passing through the hall into the larger room filled with tables and chairs. A stage was placed centre back accompanied with a bar set at either side.
She took a seat at the bar on the left and ordered a drink. "Snillik". She tossed 4c over to the bartender before turning around and watching the stage. "Lets see what they've got for entertainment in here".

Rin glanced from the Hyperion back to her brother, "Sis come on maybe this isn't the right place, hell the information I got about this place is half a whisper at best."
Rin pointed at a pile of weapons that a young swordsman had deposited his blade into "Sure, this place seems like it caters to a class of people untouched by war, I’m sure that pile is just toys aye?" she turned back to her brother and sighed “look I’ll meet you where we discussed, relax we’re Chiasa this is how we meet new people.” Her brother sighed “I don’t see what makes you think you know how our family conducts itself in situations like this.” She patted him on the head raising a wagging finger “because I am a Chiasa and this is how I do it, how else could anyone with our blood act”
Rin left her brother at the corner lifting a hand to wave him off; when her hand dropped it was business as usual. Her smile left with the warmth of her eyes, she surveyed the crowd in queue to find faces she recognized there were no big fish in the line outside just small bounties hardly worth a meal and a bed. It was uncommon to find a club without obvious ties to the underworld that’s what made her think the information her brother received on this place was correct. The big fish stay at the bottom and are only known by the ripples they make when their prey is taken down. Rin knew to watch for the ripples when hunting a big fish if you look for the fish itself you wouldn’t find it till you were being swallowed. She stopped at the door and dropped her weapons into the pile, it was best to play by the rules of an establishment like this; places like this if one doesn’t keep their tongue in cheek they could find a blaster in their mouth. Rin entered the club the music and light flooding her senses, she never enjoyed being in places like this for the first time. The crowds seemed like beasts on the prowl waiting to swallow one that looked weak. Rin glanced across the room the club wasn’t as open as she expected; indeed it seemed rather cramped perhaps an intentional environment to help with defenses if the situation arose. She continued to the main hall her eyes greedily devoured the scene her eyes stopped on a Hapan woman, Rin’s stomach seemed to churn and turn to ice. When she was more reckless she had taken a bounty on a sith, she was easily beaten the sith had stabbed her in the chest as he chocked the life from her body. She had managed to survive the encounter with a missing rib and a metal vertebra. Rin placed her hand on the old wound and stumbled to the bar. Some force users irritated the wound merely by being present, it seemed her body would not let her forget the feeling of the force, a mix of blessing and curse she could sometimes sense a force wielder but would remember the pain of that day and the fear the sith had beaten into her. Only one thing would calm her. She raised her hand and mutter timidly through gritted teeth. “Flameout please!” She gulped the beverage down and ordered a second this time inhaling the scent of the beverage before drinking it. The smell of the spice reminded her of a mentor lost long ago; he was the only one that ever made her feel safe. This sith would know something, the next step was how to approach.
(( Hope that i got the details right, its been a while so I'm pretty rusty at rp xD, hope this doesn't post twice think there was a problem with the first))

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Ren noticed the woman order a drink. She looked somewhat disturbed; possibly uncomfortable, she'd quickly dispersed her first drink before ordering her second.
"You.. might want to take it easy on those. They're pretty strong" She advised before taking a sip of Sillik. She waited for no reply before speaking again. "So if you don't mind me asking, what brings you here?"

"I'm looking for something, but I'm not sure if I'm even in the right place yet." Rin fiddled with the empty glass.
"I'm sorry I must sound like a lunatic" *smiles politely*
"Are you a regular around here?"

It wasn't often that Cassus would visit a cantine, let alone a fairly popular one but on this one occasion he had made an exception. He expected no contact and so would probably draw no attention to himself. He entered through the Entrance Hall and headed through the hall after this; his duranium armor was light. Very light indeed, considering its properties. The substance was one of the most durable in the known galaxy, having an extremely high melting point. It was able to withstand a strike from a lightsaber (although eventually it would melt).

The bounty hunter was not wearing his helmet, which he had left outside in his ship - well-protected. It was extremely unlikely anything would happen to the ship, so the helmet and the rest of his personal belongings - although there was nothing personal about them - were quite safe.

Cassus had no real life, the closest he had ever come to having a life of sorts had died a long time ago, his parents had died in a tragic accident. One that still motivated him to this day. This accident had warped the hunter's perspective of right and wrong to the extent that it confused him deeply. On some occasions, killing was a perfectly normal thing to do while on other days a conscience burrowed its way to the surface and caused him immense pain. It was these days that he dreaded.

The bounty hunter's appearance was unremarkable; his face had no scratches which was surprising considering his career choice. This was due to the fact that Cassus belonged to a species known as the Polydroxol, who had the surprising ability to spontaneously regenerate any wounds. However, their complicated system was different of that of humans, and it required certain cells to divide and get back to their original numbers. This meant that he could appear unharmed, but feel extremely drained.

The armor he wore covered his entire body; there were no jetpacks on his back, they - like all his other work-related equipment - were left in the ship. All that remained of his equipment was a blaster on his belt, and a machine that was responsible for helping him through the day.

Fourteen years ago, Cassus was involved in an accident where his brain was damaged. Due to this, he lost the ability to store and recognise faces in his mind. Therefore, he utilises a machine he created himself to work with this. The machine stored a sample of peoples' voices, and then automatically saved them with the name given. When someone speaks to him at a later date and if he does not recognise the voice but it does seem familiar, he can use a scan function in order to get the name and any other additional information of the speaker.

Cassus went to the stage-left bar and sat at the end seat, waiting for a bartender to come to him who was currently speaking to someone else, further down. The way they were talking seemed intense, as though they had known each other for a long time. Their voices were hushed, and they did not seem to be paying much attention to the others at the table. The only other person was a man sitting directly in the middle. Cassus turned his attention away and began examing what to get....

Taking the last sips of her drink delicately, Aleina's red eyes watched Keel with interest as they concluded their business in more of a cordial manner than she had expected. He was an interesting character, and despite his emotions flaring on and off like a docking bay's landing beacons, during their conversation she got the distinct impression that his main driving force lied in the accumulation of wealth. Good. Loyalty can be bought, and The Agency certainly wasn't short of credits.

She would have liked to have learned more about the man but knew she would get the opportunity over the coming months and besides, her time here was running short. She was due to report in to The Falleen soon and she had to prepare.

"Well, it has been a pleasure Mr Keel," She said with a smile and the slightest of nods as she placed the glass down on the table in front of her. "But alas duties call me away from more agreeable pursuits, so I'll have to beg your leave."

Standing up and smoothing down her outfit, she outstretched her hand for him to clasp.

"I look forward to working with you."



The S-100 Stinger Class Starfighter made its way through the crowded lanes of speeders and smaller ships buzzing around in the skies of Coruscant, a steady stream of metal and noise which looked like a flock of single-minded birds to observers below.

Branching off from the herd its descended through the sky-lanes until it reached the landing pad of The Hyperion: flood-lights arched beams of light high into the night air and the flickering of the landing lights blinked in unison with the elegant holo-sign above the massive and opulent nightclub.
It was quite a sight.

The small ship landed in a spare space on the pad, surrounded by larger vessels and expensive looking speeders. The canopy opened to reveal a human with mid-length dark hair tied back in a top-knot and a smile wider than a Hutt full of Boga Noga. Leaping from the ship with exuberance, his heavy boots connected with the landing pad with a thump. Completely lacking any kind of armour, he wore a pair of simple black trousers, a white vest-top and a grey military-style jacket. The only concession to the dangers of the Galaxy came in the form of a set of twin Blaster Pistols sitting in a hip-holster worn loosely at his waist.

The usual long line of attendees waited patiently outside the club, a hundred or so people awaiting entrance to the venue. A long canopy stretched from the doors right to the landing pad, sheltering them from bad weather which was luckily absent tonight. Even those outside were catered to however, The Hyperion was one of Coruscant's most popular nightclubs for a reason: dancing girls and musical entertainers could be found at various points along the line, keeping the punters amused until they finally reached the large translucent rotating doors. Though they paled in comparison to the delights found inside, they were a welcome distraction none the less.

Gideon smirked somewhat smugly as he strolled right past the long line, listening to the mutterings and quiet curses of those waiting in line that he'd just usurped.

As he approached the doors he was spotted by Hamal, who waved him over. The Barbel was always pleased to see the Corellian man, ever since Gideon first came there a couple of years back the two had always made time for each others company and had shared more than one drink together during off duty hours. Morastus was there as well, also guarding the door and filtering people through one at a time, but took a moment to nod to Gideon as he approached.

Unstrapping his guns and passing them to Hamal before he was asked, Gideon nodded back to Morastus before turning back to his friend.

"Good Evening, Mister Larrs." The Barbel said as he towered over him.

"What's with the 'Mr Larrs' business? C'mere you giant freak!" The Bounty Hunter said as he grabbed Hamal in a brotherly hug and the two laughed.

"Walking solo tonight?" The Barbel joked as he let go of the small human (small from a Barbel perspective).

"Hmmm....no." Gideon replied as he turned around and faced the que, scanning it for a pretty face or two. It didn't take him long to find one he liked, a rather enchanting young human woman with strawberry blond hair and endowments to be proud of. She stood next to a striking but slightly dangerous-looking Togruta woman with dark red skin and purplish colouring. Making eye contact with the Human, he said to Hamal loud enough that she could hear:

"My friend.." He stopped to think of a suitable name "...Rebecca there, really shouldn't be waiting in line. I should have called ahead."

Motioning the woman forward with a wave of his hand, Hamal replied with a wry knowing smile.

"Yes, you really should have."

Winking to 'Rebecca' who looked more than a little appreciative to have been plucked from the crowd, he noticed the Togruta woman trying to hide her disappointment behind a regal front. The two women had obviously come to the club together. Gideon was in a good mood, still slightly high on Ryll and in need of good company. Nobody present but Hamal knew that most of his behaviour was an act, he still wasn't completely over the murder of his beloved wife, J'neera Dane.

"I didn't know you were bringing a friend....darling." He said as he waved the Togruta woman over and slipped a hand around the waist of the girl at his side. When the red-skinned woman joined them and hung off his other arm, the three turned back to Hamal who opened the doors and a wave of loud music, heat and colour poured out into the night air.

As the trio walked casually into the club Hamal patted Gideon on the shoulder as he passed.

"Have a good night."

((If anyone wants to grab Aleina at any point I can happily RP her and Gideon at the same time))

Out of the corner of her eye Rin noticed the Hapan begin to leave her guest, now was as good a chance as any to make her move. She paid for her drinks and gave farewell to the woman who had approached her. "I'm sorry, I'm probably not making a good first impression with you leaving like this but i think what I'm looking for is leaving." Rin approached the Hapan woman taking care not to adapt the normal stalking movements she was use to. "Excuse me, do you have a moment to discuss things that go bump in the night?" Her tone was coy and she wore, perhaps, a too cheerful grin.

((ALEINA))

The Chief Operative was taken slightly aback by the tone of the woman who addressed her as she left from talking to Keel.

She was an attractive creature with bright, youthful green eyes that shone like emeralds and a shock of bright pink hair that only added to her charms. Despite wearing a modified combat suit befitting of most Bounty Hunters, it was clear that under the metal and durasteel mesh she hid a well toned and womanly physique though she was confident enough in her own body to not put it on show for others to admire.
Aleina had been known to pursue the female of species as much as the male, but she never let it interfere with business... unless that person was the business of course.

"Excuse me?" She said politely as she turned to the woman. Up close it was obvious that Aleina was a Hapan, her features were genetically modified to neigh perfection. For all her beauty there was something very wrong about her however, especially in such close proximity. Apart from the obvious crimson red of her eyes, her skin was a little too smooth, a little too pale and she moved with a decidedly predatory stance.

This was made all the more odd when she kept a very civil tongue in her head at all times.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met. My name is Fel; is there something I can do for you?"

Rin was startled by Fel's eyes they had the same appearence of the sith who had attacked her. Eyes that seemed to pierce one physically as much as they did figuratively, those eyes seemed to asses her as prey. Rin centered herself quickly Its in my mind there's no reason to act like prey if I'm not. She bowed her head slightly and extended her hand. "My name is Rin Chiasa, I'm a bounty hunter." her voice lowered to be as quite as possible while remaining audible to Fel "I have reason to believe that there is something going on here that would be more profitable than my current work."

((GIDEON))

The trio entered the grand entrance area of the club, blue lights dancing off the dark crimson walls giving the whole room a purple neon-lit effect. The loud thumping music of the main hall could be heard even through the thick doors that led from the entrance foyer to the dividing corridor beyond. Muffled as it was Gideon could still hear the familiar voices of "The Super Novas" and he smiled to himself connecting them with many happier memories within the place.

Various individuals were lounging around on the seating. Most were flirting with one another or trying to not too look to alone or needy whereas some were just chatting, old friends catching up and exchanging opinions and gossip. The door to the side lounge was shut, a sure sign that something was going on in there. It could be as innocent as a business meeting but the Corellian knew it was more likely to be far more intimate in nature.

Christine Lunelle was behind the bar and although she was serving as the three of them entered The Hyperion, the dark-haired Coruscant-born woman nodded to him as soon as she saw him, which he replied to in kind.

It was then that he noticed the girls at his side were looking around in awe at the place, he assumed it must be their first time there. They were clinging to him slightly not sure which way to go first but he didn't really feel like babysitting, regardless of how pretty they were. Gently slipping his arm from the Togruta's and unhooking his other from the waist of the Human woman he smiled and nodded to them when they both turned to him.

"I don't wanna hold you ladies up, this place is damn big and you gotta lot o' faces here tonight. Go have some fun and if you run into any problems or need a hand, just ask for Larrs."

The Human woman took the cue and tried to pull her friend away, ready to enjoy a night of fun. The Togruta woman didn't leave immediately, taking the time to bow deeply to the Bounty Hunter, making him feel on ceremony and more than slightly ill at ease.

"Thank you, Larrs. My name is G'sheena Volarus. I'll remember your kindness."

Putting his hand behind his head in slight embarrassment, he half smiled, half winced in response.

"Ah, no problem. You know what? Its Gideon Larrs. Hell, it’s just Gideon, ok?"

"As you wish." Another bow then, this one lower than the last and the Corellian man had to virtually avert his eyes when she unwittingly revealed more cleavage than she probably intended.

As they almost ran toward the doors which opened flooding the room with sudden loud music that obliterated all conversation until the door swung back closed of its own account, nobody heard Gideon let out a rather loud sigh.

As he turned to the bar, Christina was just finishing serving a customer and saw him approach. With a wry smile and knowing wink she addressed the Bounty Hunter.

"Hi sugar. More admirers I see?" Her tone was playful, she'd known Gideon some years and despite their closeness over the years their intimacy was through friendship, not romance.

"Yeah, lucky me eh?" he grumbled. If he were a younger man he would have loved the attention, or more importantly if he was completely over his dead wife he would have appreciated it.

"Anyone interesting in tonight?" He said as he wrapped his hands around the Corellian Whiskey she'd just finished pouring him, as she had done hundreds of times before.

"The usual suspects," She replied, flicking a lock of black hair out of her eyes as she put the bottle back on the rack. "Some new faces too, as well as some of....your crowd."

He let his forehead gently fall against the bar in mock depression.

"I was hoping for a night off, y'know?"

Christine's mischievous side came to the surface as she leaned in close to him and whispered:

"Your favourite Hapan Lady is in tonight."

The sigh that came from his lips would be hard-pressed to be silenced even from all the doors of the club opening at once.

"Oh deep joy."

****

((ALEINA))

With a grin that seemed slightly too predatory for Rin's liking, the Hapan Witch turned to address her properly. She wore no armour, despite most others decision to do so. Instead she was dressed in a red and black outfit, consisting of little more than figure-hugging shorts, long boots, and a top which clung to her form but left her shoulders exposed. Upon her arms she wore sleeve-cuffs of a similar design and although the outfit was designed for maximum mobility it also emphasised her curves.

"And just what exactly do you believe is 'going on' if I might ask?"

Her voice was soft-spoken and low but also had just the slightest hint of suspicion.

Rin took a breath and closed her eyes briefly; when she opened them they were cold and lifeless. Her stance had also lost all emotion, as she seemingly stood at attention. Her voice was cold and calm, "While researching this place I noticed a strange anomaly, one that led me in ever widening circles that made it impossible to find any real information about the owner of this place. I do not mean the one who is named.” Rin crossed her arms and raised a finger to her chin “Normally a place like this would have obvious criminal ties, the reason this place is so fishy to me is because it appears to be so legitimate.” Rin shifts her weight to her left leg “Also there are people here who have quite a history for trouble, mercenary types and even some bounty hunters; then there are people like you, force users both sith and jedi. They come here and relinquish their weapons trusting the owner to keep this place peaceful; it’s kind of frightening to think about who must be in charge that would make a sith fear reprisal.” Rin smiled cheerfully once again putting her hands on her hips “Plus I’m a bounty hunter so I notice when my clientele start to drop my business; also bounty hunters are a real group of gossipers and there are rumors of some type of syndicate of mercenaries taking on hard jobs that required multiple bounty hunters previously.” Rin looked pleased with the information she had gathered, “It would seem that even if you can manage to make a building invisible that you still have to worry about fools stumbling into the wall. That’s why I felt you would be a good person to speak to; you sith types always seem to have some back room deals going on.” Rin smiled bowing slightly “Sorry to insult and assume on your character.”

((ALEINA))

Aleina raised an eyebrow at the woman's response. It was refreshing to be surprised at times, especially in her line of work. The Bounty Hunter had obviously done research on the place, but she was perhaps a little too free with her information on the subject. Spies were everywhere and it didn't pay to give competitors or enemies ammunition. Her motives might well be genuine, but it was not the sort of thing they should discuss in the open.

"I see. Well, I would recommend not theorizing over any 'criminal elements' in connection with an establishment such as The Hyperion, but you are correct about the wide range of visitors we get here. The fact that no weapons are allowed and the use of the Force is highly regulated here puts everyone on neutral territory making this club a popular meeting place...that and the entertainment, of course."

A slight and unnoticeable glimpse into the Force around the young woman revealed her surface thoughts; she had understood and taken into account what Fel was suggesting, that the hint had been accepted but discretion was required. She also felt the woman was eager to take the conversation further, and that was encouraging. Aleina always admired the way Bounty Hunters wouldn't let go of something if it was in their interest.

"..and I take no insult upon the assumption of my character, your observations are very astute. Can I offer you a drink, Miss Chiasa?" She said as she turned and motioned toward the bar.