Log:Defiance Guild: The Youths
The Youths
OOC Date: October 4th, 2017
Location: Naboo: Mullinshoots 'Breakout Club'
Participants: Tarion Tavers, Rheisa Dirleel, Hex, Kasia Ashkuri, and Jehni'va Cihn as GM
The Defiance crew rescue a damsel in distress - but not before they have to content with grabapples, hormones, and a teenage Gungan girl whom the dice rolls decided would be absolutely terrifying.
A popular hangout of local individuals in the ages of their teen years. This, once very respectable restaurant, now has recently fallen under new ownership and the new owners have decided to give the city's teenage young adults a place to socialize and interact in a, hopefully, peaceful way. The restaurant has different areas setup with hologaming tables ranging in starfighter simulation games, to no-gamble-card-games. The eating area is setup not far from the bar (which only serves non-alcoholic beverages and carbonated drinks). The place is always hopping with young adults and its quite popular.
"So, funny story...." The holograph had begun. Jehni'va Cihn sat, tied to a chair on the projection, looked anxiously from side to side. "Er... What?" There was some grumbling off holograph. "No, I don't speak - just /what/ - oh, okay." The trader had cleared her throat and looked back forward once more. "If you don't want to see me, er, and I quote 'shanked like the... Wastoid that I am' you will bring 10,000 -" Here, Jehn turned and looked off-holoprojection once more. "Okay, I'm telling you, they aren't going to go for t- okay! Okay, jeez.... 10,000 credits to Mullinshoot's Breakout Club on Theed."
Fast forward to the present. "I told you they wouldn't come." Jehn is still tied to a chair in the back of the club - the owner is nowhere to be found. There is no adult supervision. The place is crawling with youths of varying species, lorded over by a small clutch of Naboo and Gungans. "10,000 was way too ambitious, and you /really/ shouldn't smoke that, I'm telling you -" and on it goes. Kriffing teenagers, man.
"More like, /Dull/inshoot's Breakout Club," Tarion is saying as he comes in through the front door, dressed in a tight, tight shirt and a tight leather jacket. His pants both cling to and grip his buttocks, cupping and smoothing the grabbable flesh, and the knees are torn out. His jacket is leather or something like it, a size too small, and his shave is so fresh he's still got a bit of fresh blood from where the razor slipped. A YOUTH DISGUISE. "What up, you twisted freaks," he greets, a little higher than his usual tone, finger-gunning the nearest youth. "Me and this sweet little piece of action are here to check out the local scene, just in from, the uh, well... you couldn't afford it," he finishes smoothly, with a sympathetic grin. "So what's happenin' in here?"
She was here on business - non Defiance business - Legitimate, artist business - but that hadn't seemed to be of consequence, for long. Friends: sometimes they are a blessing. Sometimes....but sometimes it's for their benefit that you find yourself abandoning your nigh centurion friend at a high price banquet in order to 'infiltrate' a wannabe bar full of obnoviously hormonal youths.
Wtf, Defiance?
Rheisa, if she happened to use such vocabulary in her inner monologues, may have silently voiced such a thought. Instead, it goes something like "mi nah et n'ga." An undoubtedly venemous look is sent to Tarion at her side, but maybe that translates into love, somehow, in the fashionably apathetic minds of teens.
As one, the youth congregation spins to regard the newcomers. Who is this smarmy, cool dude?! Tarion's disguise is so spot-on that even Jehn doesn't recognize him; this could have something to do with the secondhand blowback she is getting from the Gungan teen currently burning through her stash right beside her. "Oh great, more of them."
The assigned 'security', two human kids with slicked over hair and leather jackets, saunter up to Tarion and Rheisa and circle them cockily. "Well getta load'a this." The first clicks his tongue, yanking a comb from his pocket and sliding it over his gelled do. "Dullingtons." He laughs. "Good one, guy." Tarion's street cred skyrockets as they look the obviously older Togruta woman up and down. The second youth whistles. "Yeah! Good one, guy."
"...Rheisa?" Jehn calls from the back.
"Of course it's a good one, you twit, now shut up," Tarion replies immediately, looking back at the Gungan blowing smoke in Jehn's face. "What the krif are you twerps up to, anyway, wasting good herb on a some kind of lame scarecrow?" He peers back there, rubbing his smooth cheek and breaking the scab off his razor cut, which starts bleeding again. "What kinda product you guys using?" The bounty hunter nods at the combs, reaching down to grab at Rheisa's ass, if available.
It's a Youth Club! Full of teenagers, and Tarion Tavers, who like people in holodramas, is a grown adult pretending to be a teenager. So what could be the coolest POSSIBLE person to walk into this place? Whoever that might be, it's not Hex, because Hex is a 30-something man holding a baby. It is a cute baby though, a purple Twi'lek kid a bit shy of 18 months old. Said baby looks a little happier to be here than Hex does. He props the door open as though in expectation of someone else's arrival, perhaps Kasia, and then looks around, exasperated. "Jehni'va?"
Rheisa's rear headtail clamps down protectively over her nape, while the left/right pair uplift eeeeever so slightly from her skull and stripes broaden into an innate 'pissoff' sort of gesture. To everyone. Her eyes nervously flit this way and that, keeping tabs on the circling teens that her montrals buzz so frantically about. It's their first date - it is! She and Tarion Tavers. Maybe later they'll tuck into a booth to 'neck' and her fangs'll finally rid the galaxy of him once and for all. For now, though...there's something on her buttock and she's /pretty/ damn sure it's....yes. It's Tarion. omgomgomgomgomgomg GET IT OFF!!!!
The 'older' Togruta woman - ie, adult - doesn't flinch. Doesn't move a muscle...it's just unnatural, those who KNOW miss Dirleel would contest. But she's never met these kids and she's pretty sure they won't have her back in a moment's hastily wrought decision, so that hand moves awaaaaay from the knife on her hip and instead, she leeeeans a fraction of a fraction of an inch into Tarion's ass grab, before her neck gracefully bows aside and stippled, gray lips dare to whisper "Enjoy it while you still breathe." Her glare, meanwhile, shifts slightly to absorb the sight of the Ashkuri pack entering in, behind. She doesn't look happy. Not in the least. Quite pathetic, actually.
Kasia is older than most people here, even older than most other people in the org, or all the other people? She's not going to think aout that too hard, the point that's trying to be made here is that she doesn't try to look like a youth, because she isn't one anymore. She looks like herself, a pretty unhappy one at that. "We could just kill them," she tells Hex quietly as he calls for their wayward 'child'. "Though I imagine the queen would frown on that plan."
Youth Thug #1 pauses behind Tarion and narrows his eyes. "What'd you say your name was?" He demands, suddenly suspicious of this guy who he had incorrectly pegged as a 'cool dude'. He presses forward and sizes up to the taller, adult male. "Yeah." Youth Thug #2 commiserates as the rest of the packed club seems to inch forward, menacingly. Imagine they all snap in time as they do - they don't, but imagine it. One of the Gungans smoking Jehn's weed and guarding her abandons her spot - the youths part to let her march through their poorly dressed pubescent masses. She levels a long, rubbery finger at Tarion, one eye unsteadily drinking in that hot piece of violent montral he's grabbing. "Whassa you be sayin your names was?" And then... Adult supervision?! Hex and Kasia, obvious old people, draw the ire of two dozen hissing teens. "You can't be here!" One shouts.
"Back here!" Jehn miserably answers from the very back.
"Yousa be listenin' reeeeeal good!" The Gungan teen shouts, waving her arms for order. "Yousa with the wiggle-wiggles like'a biiiig -" she makes a rude gesture for 'genitals'. She seems to be talking about Hex's lekku. "-Yousa here to be givin' us bounty?"
"That's right," Tarion smirks in response, sarcasm dripping heavy on his choice of wording as his cheerful demeanor takes on a menacing note. "That's right. And I'm cute, too. You little farts think you're hot shit just because the teacher left the classroom, huh? Well where I come from you gotta /earn/ your kriffing respect and take your licks," the bounty hunter announces, producing an overly-ostentatious throwing knife from somewhere, because when aren't they overdone? It's got like, metal wings on it to make it FLY. His other hand, his good right hand, gives Rheisa's bum a last, reluctant pat before pulling out /another/ knife, and pushing a button that sends a blade snicking up through the top of the hilt. SWITCHBLADE, chuckleheads! "Now how about you punks give us the girl and /we/ turn her in for the bounty?"
"Maybe. I don't know," Hex remarks to BTGG, glancing over at his wife before looking back to the teen in charge. The baby is watching BTGG with obvious enchantment. "You seem to be operating under the assumption that it's worth ten thousand credits for us to get her back. I'm not totally sure that's true. I could probably just get a new pilot for that, one who doesn't get herself kidnapped by the entrepreneurial youth of Naboo. What is it you mean to do with her if we say no? Sell her on a black market that most assuredly doesn't exist in that capacity on this particular planet? Cut her into little pieces? Force her to roll joints? There's a knack to it, ai'jouku, you think you've got it now, but you'll find in five years that you don't. Anyway. Is she really worth 10k?"
Kasia doesn't have anything to say on the matter of Jehn's worth, she's too busy eyeing BTGG to try and get the measure of her, and then the other punk ass youths that might be nearby. Ugh, youths. "What would you do right now if we just took her?" she asks after Hex dfinishes with his questions, dark brows rising as her gaze settles on BTGG once again. "I understand that you can do violence to her, but I think you've got to understand that you, above all others, wouldn't come out of this unhurt. How much is your safety worth to you?"
UGH. A for-real hiss spits in Tarion's direction now, as that second booty pat takes it TOO FAR for the the 'gruta WOMAN to handle. The same sentiment is awarded to the flop-eared Gungan chick, though she doesn't bring any weapons to bear. Just really flashy, chromatophorical warning signs of 'F YOU' and 'I AM BIG' while she stands there in her snazzy art people-on-the-town outfit that just a couple hours ago had poor Alexander Engelando fishing for another heart pill. At any rate, there're fangs on display. Maybe these kids have heard the rumors about Togruta and their lethal venom. Maybe not. She has, though.
The teenage girl that Tarion is threatening with a knife narrows those beanstalk eyes and marches a bold step forward, and then another, until she's put her own neck dangerously brushed against the weapon, toe to toe with the bounty hunter in the tight pants. "Yousa tink yousa beeeeerry scary with'a kniffins." She growls, low and dangerous, maintaining unsettling eye contact. "Mesa gon show you da meanin of hurtins." This Gungan kid is... Actually scary? "Mesa gon peel aaaall da skins offa du toes and make'a yousa be swallowin dems whole." She finally steps away to regard Hex, leaving Tarion to nurse his shrunken manhood, and with all the maddening smugness of a teen... She rolls her eyes and shrugs. "Whosa cares?"
"Um, mesa cares?" Jehn calls out. "Also? I don't have a bounty!" She is hushed by another youth. "Shuddup, bountyhead!" "No, I'm serious!" Jehn argues. "And... Guys, c'mon I've gotta be worth..." A sigh. Actually, he has a point. She accepts this and wilts back against the chair and the binds keeping her there.
BTGG spins on Rheisa now and her frills burst forward in an amphibious display of aggression, dominance and just... Wtf who knows. A mating display maybe? Hormones. She hisses, spitting out that long, sticky tongue and snatching a fly from the wall just beside Rheisa's head. Without another word, she turns back to the adults. "Yousa tink wesa not ready to be dyins?" There is uncomfortable shuffling from the group behind her. "WESA FEAR NOTHINS."
"Well then," Tarion decides, snicking the switchblade back into its handle and stowing it in his leather jacket. "Maybe I'mma join the Dullington Youth Squad and extort you old fogeys. I should have never let you hire me for this," he rants, turning towards the other adults and snapping his fingers in what he hopes is a sassy formation. His eyes flit around the group as he starts searching his brain for the next tactic to try here. "Gungan girl. Weesa lay in the tall tall grass together if yousa lettin theesa dumb ones go. Weesa make some little.... Gungan... eggs?" He looks at Hex. "Help me out here, would they be eggs?"
Hex, xenophobic bastard that he is, looks a little grossed out at the tongue SPLAT sticky situation happening near Rheisa's head, while his kid gasps and babbles something incomprehensible that's probably baby speak or 'again, again!' "You should care," he points out to BTGG, "Because you stand to walk away with nothin except a fat wad of trouble. Possibly also some busted up friends. Who, by the way... maybe you're not scared, but maybe they are, ka?" He looks over to Kasia and shrugs, "This has legitimately never occurred to me before, but I guess we could call the police," he suggests, but sounds ambivalent about this. "I mean, we're for once not the ones who -- TAVERS. Ryma'at! What is wrong with you? Why the everliving kriffnuts would you even knifing ask me if --?!" Pause, look back to BTGG. "/Is/ it eggs?"
Okay. Gross. Gross gross gross. Rheisa's mortified expression goes from googlyeyed Gungan to Tarion and his proposition and for a moment, she isn't sure who's worse. The striped montrals wag back and forth. While the teen's tied up giving sass though, she decides that maybe she's just gonna keep moving toward the back, to uh...hang out, with Jehn. So she does. One foot...two foots...silk-clad ass waving Tarion goodbye as it drifts beyond his reach.
Kasia reaches out a hand to touch Hex's arm, giving it a little squeeze before she steps forwrd, closer to BTGG, eyes directly on the young being. "I'm not saying that this trip was too out of the way, but it was a little, and it's gotten in the way of some business that I needed to conduct, so it's already costing me money. In light of that, what I'm going to do is call it even, I'm not going to take it out on you, or take that amount from you, but you /are/ going to let her go unharmed, right now, so that we can be on our way." She smiles, a polite smile, but maybe there's a little menace behind it. Maybe. "Alright?"
The Gungan teenager slides back toward Tarion and traces a long, blue finger over his cheek before whispering softly: "yousa sad, sad excuse per sa /man/." She spits at his feet. But then something happens... Hex mentions the police. The room goes still, though BTGG just scoffs. "Yousa think wesa..." But there is something going /on/ with her as Kasia steps forward. She stares at space mama for a long moment, and then: "mesa going to letsa her go unharmed so yousa can be on yousa way." is repeated in a monotone voice.
Rheisa marches, unimpeded by anything more than an uncomfortable boner in passing as she sweeps through the teenagers to reach Jehn, tied to the chair, a little stoned, and very confused. Nothing new, really. "Uh... Sple-Sple?" One of the teens asks, but is ignored.
"Wait, are you... are you into women?" Tarion isn't used to be rejected! Yes he is, it happens all the time, Rheisa knows. </3 "Well, whatever. Let's get Jehn and go." The bounty hunter discreetly pulls his pants away from his butt a little, adjusting things before relaxing on his feet again. "You punks better stay out of our way!"
"Am I gonna have to shoot someone while I'm holding my damn baby, because I really don't want to--" Somewhere in the middle of Hex whining, this whole thing was resolved, and his lekku twitch with sudden surprise to find that the situation is just... suddenly resolved, because Space Mom got involved and had enough of everyone's shenanigans and goings on. "Oh," he concludes, lamely. "Well, shit. Get Jehni'va and let's go, we need to get out of here and get Tavers some pants that don't cling to his ass with such devotion. Yeah, I noticed, ai'jou, and I'm gonna have night terrors over it now."
At least Hex didn't have Tavers fingers on HIS ass...this time? Rheisa's twitches, skin shuddering like it could cast off a bad feel as easily as a biting fly. "Time to go home," She grunts, finally pulling that little knife out to cut Jehn's binds and give the nearest teens a scowly sort of look, for wasting her time and ruining her free dinner. "How you let this happen, anyway?" she queries and offers a hand in case the human happens to be tooooo stoned to rise steadily on her own. Her own nostrils are already starting to burn with the smell of such poisons.... "I think maybe they would be easy kill," as once of her straying glance around settles on uh...an unfortunate signal of male attentiveness. It warrants a snort.
Kasia smiles at the BTGG with what looks like warmth, nodding a little. "I thought we could come to an agreement. Good." She steps back, waiting to ensure that Tarion and Rheisa can, in fact, free Jehn without any more trouble, then tilts her head toward the door. "Hex is right, let's go before anyone else gets any big ideas."
Aren't we all, Hex. Aren't we all. Sple Sple still has that far-off look in her eyes as she drifts back towards her allies in the crowd; the youths appear to have accepted that age really does come before beauty, so they are ambivelantly melting away. Well, most of them are. Before Tarion and his tight pants can leave, another Gungan slips forward and whispers "mesa can have that egg, baby." and flicks his disturbingly long tongue over his ugly rubber face. Runrunrun.
"Mesa not into /girls/." Sple Sple scoffs, looking confused about the events that have transpired and staring at the equally bemused faces around her, rubbing a hand at the back of her neck. "Wesa... Just gonna have to be findins otha bigbig bountyheads."
At the back, their pilot, mechanic, and all around fuck-up is finding freedom. "Where did Hex get a baby?" Jehn asks casually, and not for the first time, brushing her pants off like this has all been a perfectly normal venture. "Oh, that's a /great/ story." She assures Rheisa, sauntering toward the exit like she owns the place.
We may never know what happened here, but it's probably best that no one talks about it again. Ever.
