IC

((Written and RPed by Mel trix and me.))

A speeder lands on the platform. A good looking redhead with two blasters hanging on her belt disembarks and proceeds towards the Rattataki.

- Melkaio : Welcome to The Treasure island Casino Lady Trixie! Our hideout on Nar Shaddaa!

-Trixie : I’ve been called many things but Lady surely ain’t one of em’! Glad to see ya again Mel!

-Melkaio : A shared pleasure Trixie! Last time we met was at your party on Tatooine. The one where the Captain drunk himself under the table… well one of them.

At The same moment, a small droid scans the young lady and points two rotating automatic blasters at her.He is followed closely by a Jawa with an electro-baton.

- Technok : Scanning for targets, Ready for deletion…

Rusty, the Jawa, hits the droid with discharge from the electro-baton before it finishes it’s sentence.

- Rusty : Ukanbi uni Technok akata! (Quiet Technok!)

Water showers over her head, streaming along the network of scars scrawled across her cheekbones, brows, and nose. Ill-healed and twisted lids collect twin pools as her face cranes toward the ceiling, shivering and shrinking in upon herself, and she is

raising her arms to the storm, unceasing and unrelenting, lightning streaking through the Kaas sky. Storm-colored eyes, ringed with scarlet, cry out a challenge to the chaos, and there is

green for miles, gardens growing and fields blooming, and everywhere, everywhere, they are silent, still, and they stare. There are accusations in their eyes, suspicion and sorrow and sadness, thousands upon thousands, and then there is nothing. A chorus of voiceless laments, their faces flaking into ash and still they surround her until

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[= medium]PRESS RELEASE: Sammoj Kresh Hosts Charity Gala for the Orphans of Y’toub System[/]
The Lord Baron Sammoj Kresh of Sious IV announces a charity gala and ball dedicated to the elimination of poverty and want throughout the Y’toub system. In an effort to raise awareness of the growing problems of displacement, indentured servitude, and rampant narcotics abuse, Lord Kresh has organized a party of the most elite and powerful of Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa. The night promises to be one of the most exciting and indulgent on record. Proceeds from the event will be contributed to The Huttese Fund for Orphans and Unfortunates, LLC, minus expenses.

((Just a taste of Gordafrid's life. Enjoy!))

Gordafarid took in the scents of the air as she allowed her guide to lead her through the Hall, her senses straining to map her surroundings as best she could. Old wood, dried flowers, the scent of dust and cleaning supplies, polished stone. Scents were as much a landmark for her as sound and touch were. Granted, most times she didn’t really miss sight – it was difficult to miss something one never knew – but it was times like this that being able to see new obstacles in her path would be rather useful. “There are steps here, Miss Gazhdaham,” the light baritone at her side murmured, only stumbling slightly over her name. She suppressed a twinge of guilt that she was unchaperoned with a man not of her family, but she reminded herself firmly for the seventh time that day that this was England, and not her home.

Illuminati Non-Mandatory Social

Illuminati characters may find a new passport in their belongings. Or maybe they get it as an attachment to an email full of disturbing-yet-funny cat pictures from the Pyramidon. Maybe Kristin Geary just hands it to you and says "Fun fact - this just happened."

You are required to attend a non-mandatory social gathering.

The Labyrinth.
31-January, 4 P.M. Brooklyn time (US EST)

Tick-Tock.
Consider this a continuation of your official interview.

TO: ALL INVICTA SECURITY EMPLOYEES
FROM: ANJALINA ROSENTHALL
RE: MEETING TIMES
SUBJECT MATTER:
We will be holding a staff meeting in the next week or two. It is imperative that everyone responds to this memo with the best time, as we will be introducing each of you to the other, and discussing potential upcoming contracts.
We also need to start putting teams together so when we get a contract we can put the best people for the job into place quickly. I will be sending out another memo regarding skills, talents, and workforce desires.
As soon as I hear back from everyone, I will schedule the meeting.

Anjalina Rosenthall
Public Relations Director

Jar’rogen was reading a stack of reports when his console began to beep at him insistently and a quick glance at the title sent several datapads detailing odd activities in both the Empire and the Republic clattering to the floor as he brought the message up in full.

“Reports have been received that an anti-imperial terrorist group with ties to the republic called “Freedoms Claw” have attacked the imperial controlled rim world of Step Stone. These terrorists have struck four other Imperial rim world holdings since the battle for Corellia and in each case they have struck outlying settlements, killing all imperial citizens at either collaborators or traitors to the republic and destroying every structure possible before strained imperial forces can respond. The Freedoms Claw is rep…..”