Log:Hutt Cartel: Damsels in Distress

Damsels in Distress

OOC Date: May 13, 2018
Location: The Dulled Claw - Cantina - Starport District, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Usha, Samaya, Jonn Drayson

When your Hutt Lord boss mandates that the Cartel should be taking out some smaller gangs, well where does one even know where to begin? Excellent question! That is precisely what brings Samaya and Usha here to this particular venue this evening. The Dulled Claw is certainly one of the more classier joints on this moon, and the threat of violence is very limited. Perfect for an informational meeting.

Wearing something far above her own actual price range, Usha sits alone in a booth, smoking a cigarette and drinking a martini. Live music plays, giving a sense of ease to patrons. The Zeltron, entertains a glance or two from strangers with a dimply smile, but really her eyes are scanning across the room to look for Samaya. Who was instructed to be present, but to watch from a distance in case things get hairy.

Samaya has settled into a corner and is currently eating, looking blissfully unaware of her surroundings. But the those ears are working, scanning sounds and the like around her as she eats. Yep, she is ready if needed.

Usha takes another sip at her martini and her eyes catch two black ears at first and then the rest Togorian. Samaya after all is quite hard to miss. She purses her purple lips, hoping that her partner's oblivious look is an act, but she'll have no choice but to trust at this point. The music ends, everyone politely claps and the Bith musicians that were providing entertainment eventually scatter.

One Bith parts from the grouping and slips into the booth that Usha sits at. She greets him with a smile and a hand goes up to fetch a waiter so that the pair can order some drinks.

At this point the conversation looks friendly enough. Usha leans in as if whatever the Bith was saying was the most fascinating thing in the world. And the Bith, happy for the company, puffs his chest out in a show of bravado. Whatever they're talking about is not audible to the human ear, but it certainly shows no signs of souring thus far.

At Samaya's table, a waiter disrupts her private reverie with a drink, classy and quite expensive in presentation. "For you ma'am," he says, "Compliments of the gentleman in the far corner." An arm gestures to a human male, who is actually not completely reprehensible. He looks older, salt and pepper hair marking his experience. His suit is finely tailored, making his strong and lithe form apparent from even those across the room. He glances over at Samaya with cool eyes of confidence, welcoming her for at least a chat should she be interested.

A loud laugh comes from Usha's booth as a waiter comes by to serve them their drinks. Leaning in, she whispers something with a coy smile and the Bith seems to grab at her wrist. It almost looks slightly aggressive, but her magenta fingers run over his hand affectionately.

The mystery drink man, however, smiles in amusement as he's summoned and strides over to Samaya to take a seat across from her. His features are gentle and his wrinkles more apparent up close, but his peppery facial beard is well kept and trimmed. He is no small man, standing at a little over 6', but when he sits there's a casual, laxness to his shoulders. "Hello," he greets simply. His voice is deep and resounding but he gestures to the glass between them. "Skeptical?"

Samaya eyes the interaction between Usha and the Bith before she turns her eyes towards the man. "Possibly." She hasn't touched the drink yet. "It is.. uncommon for people to enjoy people of my size." She informs softly while one ear keeps tabs on Usha's table, for shouting and the like.

The Bith eventually loosens his grip on Usha's wrist, and she rewards him by kissing his hand. There's a long lingering hesitation between the two of them before the alien musician pull out his datapad on to the table. Their conversation remains inaudible.

The man smiles, the lines on his face crinkling. "As you should be," he says with understanding and slides the offered drink to his side of the table before taking a sip of it himself. "This one can be mine, and you can order one yourself. My treat." The man hails a waiter over like a taxi cab. His sleeve rides up his arm a bit revealing a peak of his sinewy forearm. "Oh? Is that so? You mean, you'd have to be my size in order for me to enjoy your company? Enjoy is a very vague word. Tell me, what's your understanding of enjoyment in this particular situation." The waiter comes by looking patiently at Samaya for her drink order.

Samaya hmms a bit. "There are.. several paths to take.. Sexual drive towards that.. Conversation.. building a contact inside a faction." She hmms a bit while looking at the man, trying to see if any of them make him twitch. She is keeping tabs on the Bith and seeing them relax a bit she turns towards the man infront of her more. She orders something 'weird' by specific ingridents; something native to her world.

No twitch comes from the man unfortunately. He simply smiles up at her with amusement, leaning his head lazily against his hand. "Yes, several paths indeed, but I asked which one is /your/ understanding?" he asks again, waiting for an answer, but certainly no rush to get it or to leave Samaya's company in general. "Very good ma'am," the waiter says in response to the Togorian's drink order and wanders to Usha's table.

Both aliens are hunched over the datapad, inspecting whatever contents scrolled across the screen. The Bith takes a moment to explain while Usha responds back with questions. Another band of Twi'leks take the stage to play some more music, and a small crowd of people fill the dance floor, occasionally blocking Samaya's view of the other table. Samaya hmms a bit to the man and shakes her head. "I don't know, for now; my understand is company." She says softly and sadly she is failing at her job now, both distracted by the guy with her and the dancing blocking her view making it harder.

"I agree," The man responds with a simple smile in his deep voice. He takes a swig of his drink and exhales, making his broad chest rise and fall. "Corellian whiskey. Best stuff." he comments and says. "So miss, would you be willing to put away your skepticism and simply just keep me company for a bit?" He leans forward, look directly into her rich blue eyes and rests his strong, warm hand atop her paw. "We're both adults. so I don't think I need to play coy when I say that you're an exceptionally lovely creature. And I'd love to get to know you better. What's your name?"

Between the music and the people, the snap shots that Samaya gets of Usha's conversation seems to vary. They both observe the datapad. A dancer swings into view and when she leaves, Usha is frowning slightly while her cigarette smokes. A couple glides through the line of vision. When they leave, Usha has snuffed out the cigarette and is annoyingly grabbing her clutch purse to leave. The Bith rises up with her. A waiter rushes past. Usha is on her way out the door but not without the Bith trying to roughly stop her by grabbing onto her arm before she goes. The waiter comes back to Samaya's table to serve her her drink. "As you ordered ma'am," he says and jaunts off to the next patron, clearing the line of view. Gone. Usha and the Bith are gone.

Samaya folds her ears back and growls a bit, "If you are.. going to go that path sir.. I would.. advise attempting that in.. six months." That stated. She takes the drink backs it in one go. "My race is not sexually active or interested in that sort of thing except one month a year." She smiles. "And I would not mind continuing this conversation then." That said she leans forward and gives him a kiss, yep she isn't against that before she move to follow the two who left.

Samaya follows the path and finds the cigs. Yep, she failed her duty and the woman controls herself not the destory the nearest counter top.

After some searching, a tiny black woman's shoe seems to have been haphazardly left by the backdoor of the kitchen.

Samaya growls a bit as she finds the shoe. The woman raises and eye brow and looks about outside.

A speeder is parked in the back alley and inside it a long-faced Kubaz sits in the driver seat, making non-verbal gestures at the passenger seat. With him is the Bith who has managed to cover Usha's mouth and drag her over to the vehicle. In vain, she struggles to shake him off but he's got her hands restrained. Meanwhile, the Kubaz notices Samaya's large head pop out of the back door and pulls out his blaster to shoot at her.

Samaya steps out as the bolt flies past her, the massive feline looking very pissed off as she pulls her pistol and fires at the driver, making sure the 'get away' isn't going to happen.

The Kubaz is slugged with the blast from Samaya's gun. It pushes him back into the seat causing his shoulder to start bleeding. Angrily he takes another shot at Samaya. Meanwhile, with hard bite to the Bith's hand, Usha manages to loosen herself free of his grip. The Bith groans in pain and reacting with that anger, slaps her across the face with his hand.

Samaya shifts slowly as she looks hisses, oh she is getting pissed. THe large woman moves closer, fingering a second bolt into the drive as she approaches. Something is growled in her native tongue.

A second blast hits the Kubaz right in the chest and the alien instantly dies still in the driver seat of the speeder. Usha could indeed have run away, but for some reason she remains cornered in a match with the Bith. She tries to make a swipe for his blaster, but he pulls it out of her reach and attempts to shoot her instead. Luckily, he's not very good either and the blast misses her as well.

Samaya keeps approaching the Bith with a teeth bared while she approaches. The woman has her hackles up while moving closer. Her finger squeezes the trigger once again and then slows as she gets closer to that bith.

A shot from Samaya interrupts the scuffle between the Zeltron and the Bith. The Bith takes the hit in the leg, before turning. his attentions to the Togorian. A shot is taken at Samaya with his own blaster. But not for long, since Usha knocked the gun out of his hand and to the ground.

Samaya shifts slowly while moving closer, she doesn't show any outward signs of pain as she growls, but her next shot is off by just a hair.

Its a shame it missed, because the shot would've been a welcome one for Usha who lunges forward with all her weight and manages to wrestle the Bith to the ground. Struggling to keep him down, the Zeltron looks up pleadingly to her partner, "Samaya, finish him!"

Samaya and Usha are in the back alley way of the building. A speeder with a dead Kubaz in the driver seat is parked, and the pair are working on taking down its Bith companion.

Samaya shifts a bit as she moves forward and fires once into the man and once he's on the ground the large woman raises one foot and puts all her weight into crushing the man's head. There is a low growl as she shifts and picks her foot up. She takes a breath and looks to Usha. "Arrre you okay?"

It's a shame it was all over, because here comes the man himself. Jonn Drayson, face twisted into a scowl of determination, slightly-widows-peaking hair completely stiff in the wind (what wonderful hairspray!), and jacket flapping dramatically, charged into the alleyway holding an old Republic service pistol and looking around for the damsels in distress! What he saw, however, was a situation that had just missed its clearly dire need for a bona-fide Action Hero. "I hyurd shaoting, are you ladies okay?" he asked, his voice deep and his accent thicker than Bonadan molasses.

Usha holds the Bith down and doesn't take her eyes on him as Samaya's large paw crushes his head into goop. Adrenaline courses through her veins, and pretty much puts her on auto pilot going forward. With wide eyes and a bruise forming on her cheek from the slap, she looks back up at Samaya and says, "I'm fine. Get that guy out of the speeder, and then hop in. I'll drive." In the meantime, she goes searching through the dead Bith's pockets for the datapad they were looking at earlier, but pauses when another MASSIVE being joins the scene. "W-we're fine. Thank you sir. We don't need any help." Yep. Two dead bodies. Everything's A-OK here.

Jonn was skeptical, but a woman in distress was a woman in distress. His blaster was put away. He at least believed she was all fine! Being a fine, upstanding citizen, he asked, "Are you syure?" Genuine concern! On Nar Shaddaa! What in the blazes was this? "Dere looks to haf been an altercaytion. You should call der aud-horities and report dat you haf been attacked." Bless your heart, Jonn. He scouted around for any more threats to his new charges. "Go! Get to der cop shop!"

Aha! The datapad is found on the deadbody. Usha snatches it and hops into the driver's seat. "Thank you," she mutters to Samaya. And gets the speeder started. Fuddling with the settings, she accidentally backs the vehicle HARD into the alley's brick wall, "Sorry..." A second attempt is much smoother and she slowly glides the speeder forward past the Jonn. "That's so sweet of you, dearest. Call the authorities if you feel inclined to. Otherwise, we're quite alright." She gives a dimply smile and a wink to the man, but given that her face has been kinda slapped around tonight its not very appetizing. And off she goes with Samaya and the speeder.

Jonn Drayson was used to sweeping in, saving the day, and refusing all rewards. But this was confusing. The pink lady was nice, though, but Jonn was married. TO THE CONSTITUTION OF THE REPUBLIC. "I don't uhnderstand id," he said, rubbing his chin. "If dey were attacked, dey should call der poh-lice," he was mumbling as he walked out of the alley, having not paid a shred of attention to the dead bodies. He was used to a system of rules and laws and the wild frontier of Nar Shaddaa would never fail to surprise him.