At the end of Raxilon's prestigious Raxilon Row is the Condor Club, an awesome nightclub, bar, and grille. Here even the Obsidian Knights can be found blowing off steam on the dance floor, betting on swoop races, or gambling at pazaak and sabacc.
Post by Serith Fillian on Aug 25, 2019 18:44:12 GMT
The ground pulsed like a heartbeat. These sorts of places tended to have a living energy of their own. The people and beings from across the galaxy moved in time as the rhythm echoed in the chest of each patron. This was the sort of place that nighttime Serith loved to be, The joy, the drugs, the raw eros present in the room after a long day of grueling work on the base rushed through Serith. Being able to feel the feelings of those around her had its perks in these situations. The utter life high present in the room became present in her. She lived off the life of those around her, and in turn people would live off her energy too. It had been a long time since Serith really felt part of a whole. Despite the ever constant demand for results and progress in her work, that verged upon unreasonable, the dedication to a unified goal of greatness was something that Serith really admired about the forces of the Obsidian Knights and the soldiers of the union. When at work, Serith would sense a different type of high all together, if high is even the right word. The work ethic could be best described as zeal, in the classical sense of zealotry. The people here truly believed in the cause. Being around this feeling all day, alongside the constant media, and propaganda in support of the Union oftentimes made Serith wonder if she believed in the cause of the Union herself. The mission of Galactic Superiority certainly doesn't come to be without a certain degree of charisma. For this reason, Serith truly valued nights at the condor. It was here that the soldiers put aside their zealous purpose and had fun. Here, Serith got to be a person, where at work she was Technician Specialist Fillian. She recognized however, that she was beginning to understand and like both sides of the Obsidian coin. There was just as much magnetic charm in the people of the Union as there was in the Union itself, and Serith was beginning to fall for both. After being on the run from the Vong for most of her life, nowhere to stay, and no one to trust, having a 'home' and a group of people to be with made her happy. The life of this party, her co-workers, the soldiers and people of the Obsidian Union made her happy. Being a part of this group and energy was truly intoxicating.
For now, Serith lived in the rhythm of the night, sitting in a booth with many of her co-workers, taking in the atmosphere and energy of those around her. Prvt. Torman Val'rooth, an Arkanian with good hair and a strong jaw sat on one side of her, his arm resting behind her back and hand sitting gently upon her hip. On her other side a shy information technician, Specialist Mirantha Klii, a short Togruta woman, had finally opened up to Serith's many advances and draped herself over Serith's body. Mirantha's head was resting on Serith's shoulder and every once and a while Mirantha would playfully bite Serith's ear with sharp carnivorous teeth.
Surrounded by friends, with a drink she didn't have to buy, Serith opened herself up to the possibilities of the night. With friends across the table from her, and potential partners at either side, the opportunities the night offered were in multitudes.
Post by Darth Lucifer on Aug 25, 2019 19:07:52 GMT
The night seemed to already be alive and the atmosphere filled with a vibrancy that could not quite be comprehended. This Lucifer noted as he entered the Condor Club and Casino, with each carefully measured step. This was not his usual place of relaxation but none the less he had decided to at least investigate what he had heard so much about in the Union. The club's reputation proceeded itself and even he had to admit as he entered, it was impressive.
He kept his sabres hidden, just in case trouble reared it's head, not that it would...but...he was prepared for the worst just in case. Finding a private booth, he ordered a Mandolorian's Ale, a drink he was told was favoured by the warriors of the Mandolorian people. He was curious if this also lived up to it's reputation. As he waited, his eyes silently scanned the club, his eyes piercing through his mask and his senses streteched out in the Force.
He felt the very energy here and it was exotic. It was tempting almost to feed on it, but he resisted. Instead he continued to observe, noting several had also gathered nearby in a booth of their own. One of them for some reason or other caught his attention...he was intrigued but did nothing. The Force would decide as to what happened next.
Lord Of War Dark Lord/First Consul Of The New Sith Brotherhood War Minister Of The Sith Empire
'' 'Evil' is a word used by the ignorant and the weak. The darkside is about survival, it's about unleashing your inner power. It glorifies the strength of the individual.'' - Darth Lucifer
Kairos was on the dance floor. He wasn't much of a dancer, but he was too drunk to care, and so was everyone around him. He'd never really cared for it in his old life, but now he lived for it. It was the only way to forget Force Powers and lightsabers, Grand Designs and military campaigns, just close his eyes and enjoy himself and hopefully go home with a nice being at the end of the night.
He was having a good time and a nice Twi'lek girl was grinding up against him, when he caught sight of the Red Warrior sitting in a distant booth. Despite the crowd of people between them their eyes met, and Kairos' good spirits vanished.
He couldn't hate Red, not really. Over time, Kairos had come to see him for what he was - utterly, zealotrously committed to the Sith cause. He saw everything through that lens, every action he took was to further that purpose. He had taken Kairos' life away because he viewed it as a step towards his higher cause, there had been no emotion or hatred involved. Kairos doubted he even hated the Jedi like he claimed, and thought that maybe he just saw them as the greatest obstacle to his vision of utopia. But even with that understanding, Kairos could, would, never forgive him.
He offered the Red Warrior a slight nod of greeting, and the Warrior's gaze drifted away. Suddenly the pounding music was a hammer in his head, and the crushing heat of the bodies around him was suffocating. Leaving a disappointed Twi'lek behind, he pushed his way off of the dance floor and went to find a quiet corner where he could focus on a drink.
"Attention, organics," the voice was that of the Condor Club's DJ, 2CL-4U, a T-series tactical droid reprogrammed to analyze music, who presently floated above the dance floor on his hover turn-tables, "The following instrumentation has been recalibrated to maximize pleasure response in the brains of over twenty-seven million species. Your ears cannot repel music of this magnitude. Prepare to initiate auditory enjoyment in three...two...one...
Post by Serith Fillian on Aug 27, 2019 1:13:58 GMT
"This is my fucking jam!" Serith shouted as the bass dropped and shook the building, "C'mon, Mirantha, let's dance!"
Serith and Mirantha slid out of the booth, the first pulling the other towards the dance floor. The two young women started dancing, awkwardly at first in Mirantho's case, but eventually got into the feeling of the groove. They danced with each other, getting closer and closer, touching each other. The elation Serith felt in the music transferred between the two of them, filling them with the rhythm of the room.
"Lets go get drinks at the bar" Mirantha said, "It's super loud, and as fun as this is, I wanna get off the dance floor." The two ladies moved through the dancing crowd, barely able to escape the draw of such ultimate, musical, sensory pleasure. As Serith approached the bar she drunkenly bumped into a tall, handsome, blonde man trying to leave with his newly made drink. She saw the drink start to tumble from the bar, where we was about to grab it, and tried to reach out and catch it. AuKvZwP3p_1d20+3Luckily she was able to catch the drink before anything spilled, and handed it back to him. "I'm so sorry. I almost spilled your drink mister..." Of course she had accidentally bumped into High Marshall Venaris.
"Oh my! High Marshall!" Serith gave a quick salute and went back at ease, "I'm so sorry for bumping into you sir, I hope I didn't spill anything."1d20+3
The music pounded against his ears and Kairos clapped his hands over them to try and drown it out. Distracted, he went to grab his drink from the bar and turn away when somebody bumped into him and sent his drink flying. Thank the Force they caught it, and Kairos turned around.
"I'm so sorry. I almost spilled your drink mister...Oh my! High Marshall!"
Kairos' eyes enjoyed a wiry and shapely Zeltron woman wearing a party outfit that hugged her form in all the right places, accentuating curves and emphasizing assets in a way that dared him to wonder what was underneath the thin fabric-
Frakking pheromones, he thought as he caught himself. She saluted him, telling him that she was part of the military, but he didn't recognise her. "I'm so sorry for bumping into you sir, I hope I didn't spill anything," she continued. Kairos shook his head. "No salutes here. And it didn't spill, so it's fine," he said. He had absolutely no idea who she was, and she wasn't wearing any insignias (or much of anything, really...thankfully).
"But you can make up for it by letting me buy you a drink and...oh, you've already got company," he said as a Togruta emerged from the crowd and latched herself onto the Zeltron's arm. He really didn't care to carry on a conversation with that damn DJ bot personally blaring recycled digital Jizz into his ears, so he shrugged and said. "Ah, you're busy. I'm gonna go find somewhere quiet, careful you don't spill something on somebody more important," he joked, and then pushed his way into the crowd around them and let the nice Corellian whiskey medicate his tongue as soon as he had the chance.
What I'd like to see her tongue do, he thought, and then, Frakking Zeltrons!
Reaver entered the club, he winced slightly at the volume of music, but taking a deep breath entered. The music he heard was just a tuneless cacophony to what he had used to listen too a millenia ago, but he was forced to accept that the vast majority of what he had used to listen too, was now long forgotten and theose songs and tunes that had survived would now be classified as folk or traditional music and unlikely to be played in a fashionable nightclub, He would just have to get used to the more modern music
He approached the bar, "Rum" he ordered as he looked around
It's been a long trip going from Ossus to Raxus second. Jinn walked into the club wearing a simple slim fit white shirt with a black zipper hoody over it. His black pants and black leather combat pants all fitting nice on his body. His black hair covering a big part of the left side of his face keeping only his right eye visible to everyone to see. Around his neck was a silver necklace with an old silver ring as a pendulum.
Jinn walked calmly into the bar and looked around himself a bit with his grey eyes of his. He started to walk towards the bar and took a seat. Jinn took a seat on a barstool and waited calmly until the bartender went towards him. He rubbed the back of his neck a bit while he stretched himself out waiting on the bartender. When the tender was There Jinn calmly looked towards the bartender "One large beer, thank you." Jinn said in a calm tone towards the bartender. The bartender would look towards Jinn though wonder if he was old enough to drink or not.
Post by Serith Fillian on Sept 15, 2019 10:04:05 GMT
"Yikes, I literally bumped into the High Marshall!" Serith, laughed, releasing the tension of the moment.
Mirantha hugged tightly to her arm, seemingly upset about something. Serith could feel it grow within her own body. Mirantha's jealousy started transforming her own emotional state. The downside to her innate emotional telepathy presented itself in moments like these. The highs of joy and lust that she picked up on were not the only emotions she would mirror. Things such as jealousy and sadness effected her just as much.
"What's this about?" Serith accused, "Why are you feeling jealous?" Mirantha blushed, as visibly as a mostly red woman could, and replied, "He was obviously flirting with you. He's got rank, and power, and good looks, and... I'm... I'm me. I just don't want someone better to take you away, especially after I finally got up the courage to finally go out with you."
Serith put her arms around Mirantho's waist and pulled her close. "You've got good looks, and rank, and power,"
"I do not have power."
"Oh yes you do," Serith chirped back. "You've got power over me. And I bet that you could have any one of these guys around your pinky. Who knows, maybe we'll hunt ourselves another playmate... to share, together." She nibbled Mirantho's ear in return, and whispered, "C'mon, love, let's go hunting."
Serith could feel Mirantha's Jealousy fade and be replaced with arousal, and excitement. Serith loved feeling the rush she gave other people. Also, being hot and bothered like this was far better than feeling jealous and self-conscious as had been transferred to her before.
Mirantha looked around the bar, scanning like a lioness, searching for prey; an unusual demeanor for the intelligence specialist that Serith was quite proud of fostering in her current, shy object of affection. "How about him?" Mirantha said, pointing at the young man who just sat down at the bar. "He still needs a drink, and looks like he's available since he came here alone. Oh--but promise you'll back me up if I make a fool of myself!"
Serith giggled, "No promises. C'mon, let's go." The two walked over towards Jinn, and sat down at the bar next to him. "Two Vodka sodas please," Mirantha said to the bartender, "Actually, make that three, unless you want something else?" the Togruta said to Jinn, leaning on the bar and looking over at him, in as coy a manner as possible for a nerdy computer operator learning to flirt on the fly.
Darth Xaos: Oh, yeah? What site?
Jan 26, 2020 2:49:55 GMT
Darth Lucifer: Cool, I might check it out see the progress lol 😄 Me,Sampaga and Blazze and a few others been rping together again of late on another site. At least one of us old folk still about lol
Jan 25, 2020 5:57:30 GMT
Darth Xaos: I've added a character guide to the first post of the Rise of the New Sith Brotherhood thread; figured it might be useful since I'm rapidly approaching HBO-like numbers of major characters in this thing. lol
Jan 22, 2020 0:37:55 GMT
Darth Xaos: @ Xyr: That would be awesome, you should!
Jan 13, 2020 23:31:57 GMT
Darth Xaos: @ Sampaga: Raziel has an account here but he only ever dropped by to say hi, he RPs pretty much only on Facebook these days. Byss' player had a different character on the site this community was on right before this one but it's been a while since.
Jan 13, 2020 23:31:39 GMT
Darth Xyrafus: after rise of skywalker, I've been thinking of getting back into writing the history of Xyrafus
Jan 13, 2020 13:48:10 GMT
Darth Sampaga: that was some great stuff wow what a history you guys have here is raziel or darth byss here too ?
Jan 12, 2020 2:59:51 GMT
Darth Xaos: I'm gonna try to make the gap until the next one much less. Though I crunched the numbers, and I've got an averaged rate that's basically a chapter or interlude once per year, even despite this recent 3 year gap.
Jan 8, 2020 23:42:12 GMT
Darth Kairos: Only way it could have been worth it is if the bit with the Blazing Chain had included a forty page epic about how in a few decades time a certain Sith Lord would annihilate them with brilliant tactics and amazing wit.
Jan 8, 2020 7:20:44 GMT
Darth Kairos: Well...no. But it was pretty good all the same.
Jan 8, 2020 7:20:07 GMT
Darth Xaos: Thanks, mate, I appreciate it. Though was it worth the wait of the three year gap since the last chapter? lol
Jan 6, 2020 23:25:21 GMT
Darth Kairos: As always, brilliant work my old friend. The way you balance intrigue and drama with a healthy dose of tense combat always gets me excited. And watching Trivas' slide into greater and greater acts of evil is gripping.
Jan 6, 2020 8:29:19 GMT
Darth Xaos: @ Sampaga: Rise of NSB is a fanfiction I've been writing over the years (and continue to write despite us closing down) fictionalizing the events of the old communities, going all the way back to sithorder.com and sithcouncil.com.
Jan 5, 2020 19:21:06 GMT
Darth Xaos: @ All: Just posted a new chapter in Rise of the New Sith Brotherhood!
Jan 5, 2020 19:19:08 GMT
Darth Xaos: @ Sampaga: Indeed,it's been a while since I've seen your name as well. Sadly we had to shut down due to our main staff just not having enough time. If you want to see a whole bunch more names from the old days though, check this out...
Jan 5, 2020 19:18:38 GMT
darth sampaga: i see alot of familiar names here from years ago wow
Dec 28, 2019 17:15:39 GMT
Darth Kairos: Undead but now redead
Dec 25, 2019 1:19:26 GMT