Log:Hidden Potential

The Shadowport crew attempts to rob a high stakes sabacc tournament.

OOC Date: July 30, 20202
Location: A Crime Lords ship
Participants: The Shadowport, Eriu Jynx as GM, Liz'diot, Zhu Yan, Netep Muri, B'haav Adasta

The ship is rather fancy and owned by one crime boss or another - does it really matter? At this point the Shadowport group really does not care. They may later but now? Now they are getting free drinks with the fake idents that Eriu managed to get them all. They are up and comers, wealthy denizens looking to cash in on the business that is crime. Brushing shoulders with the morally questionable its likely easily rubbing off.

The main room the tourney is held in has several tables all set up for progression but the main table sees some big name gamblers that are standing in for their bosses or hired to play for the benefit of the rich and wealthy.

As the background music filters through the speakers there is the continued passing of more and more drinks that round those attending.

Eriu stands off to the side in her long emerald dress that is off one shoulder and slit rather high on the opposite. She glances aside at those gathered and then waits to see who will head off first to begin the snooping into the room where the collected winnings are held - the winnings that are representated by plastic chips in the room with the players.

According to the diagram EJ had given them all its back dwon the main hall where it forks off left and heads down an access hall that the staff use. There it is likely several guards as well as surveillance is set up. She lifts her hand up to adjust her hair and murmurs in the comms. "Time to get moving."

SO.

FLY.

It was a casino. So when you go to a casino, you gotta look the part, right? Well, evidently no one had briefed Zhu Yan, or in this case Cardan Gage, scion of the closest thing to a noble family in Thyferra's Xucphra Cartel because he was not unassuming. No sir-ee. Someone had given him, or more likely, he'd gone and bought himself a white leisure suit.

White.

Leisure suit.

Yes with the blazer. And the slightly flared pants and everything. Underneath it, a pastel pink button-up shirt and some black suspenders, and brown loafers with socks so short he looked like he wasn't wearing any. His hair was tied and pinnned back, his face was trimmed down to the stubble, and he had brown driving gloves on. Oddly enough, it looked like he had two flesh and blood hands today! But when you're merely covering up a wrist and the back of one's hand, it's a lot easier than doing the whole bit.

Cardan was grinning like a loon. A rich loon. Mainly because he was having fun. Primarily because he'd bought this suit four years ago for a casino raid back when he was one of the Arcadia Nine and he FINALLY got to wear it. He didn't look like Zhu Yan at all.

"Okay okay come on come on," he was saying. He was at one of the card tables, y'know, the ones where he could slip a skifter into the deck. Yan wasn't a gambler like Ryo, but what he could do was CHEAT. He heard a buzzing on the subdermal comm in his ear, that was EJ in the dress that he really liked, and he knew he was going to have to wrap up soon. "Pass this glorious gentleman some cards," said Cardan, referring to himself of course. His accent was thick Thyferran, which is what happens when you watch Frasier reruns on repeat for three weeks. Nevermind the cards already up his sleeve, and the one in his glove.

Netep Muri, winner of Tabac & Sabacc's Sabacc tourny last year is in fact NOT, according to her fake ID. According to this piece of plastic tucked in handbag, she is Efra Jox. LAME. Eau du parfum entrepeneur.....

HAHA, guys.

Muri - aka Efra - blows a kiss past the ear of whoever she's been shmoozign with to EJ's position, then deposits an empty whiskey glass on tray and sashays her blue, silky self to the game tables. Her lips purse into a neat, even line of boredom. She brushes behind Cardan's chair, grazing a finger along the white shoulder of his suit on her way by. "Room for one more?" She bellies up to table with a carton full of chips and pulls a compact from her bag to idly check her reflection while her essence goes to work. Ea du Lorrdian - a faintly citrusy sweet musk that might rank anywhere from 2-8 on the nice-RANK scale, olfactory bulbs pending. Some are offended, others enchanted, most indifferent...but noticing. She's made zero effort to mask that tonight. Those lips of hers have turned up in the corners, meeting her game mates' gaze with a knowing smile. If they recognize her BO for what it is, that'll suit her fancy. Let them have second thoughts about placing bets against a master of the art of body language.

Everyone loves a lil psychological warfare.

B'haav Adasta is not too far from Eriu Jynx, a pale grey suit with navy pinstripes well-fitted to his narrow frame. Kobru H'hhhhhaav (newly-minted owner of a series of asteroid mining operations on the other side of the core), as his ident specified, is far from used to quality whiskey; as it doesn't require him to compensate for the burning anti-flavor, it goes smoothly down the wrong pipe and the coughing fit is short but extremely violent. He manages to set his glass down and a hand rises to the pale grey hat atop his head, holding it in place over brown-dyed hair as he waves away the concern of a nearby attendant. 

	 A team-building exercise, he had been told. 'Race' is code for all-out piracy, and it seems 'team-building' is code for heisting a casino. B'haav hopes he'll be spared on the day Eriu Jynx tells him they're going to do some crime. He looks to Cardan at the tables on his way to meet the attendant's still-concerned gaze. "Wrong tube. Nothing to worry about. Maybe you could ask the bar to find something closer to the bottom shelf for me? In the mining belts, we don't like our booze to get all dressed up when it's going on a one-way trip." His Corellian accent is clearly affected, covering an Eriaduin drawl. He gives the attendant a smile and drops a few credits on the tray to buy her quick departure.

Liz was far, far too hung over from a long night and morning of binge drinking to care what /anyone/ was saying or doing in this moment. All he knew was that he was on a ship and was here to steal soemthing. "YASSSS, YASSS, get on with it you pathetic HU-MONS." He spat, uncorking another bottle of amber liquid to chase away the bad feelings and crippling lonelyness. He shoved it down his mouth hole, gulping loudly. Yan actually matched Liz, for Liz was wearing what he always wore... his leisure suit of puple and the Pompadore wig with the fake sideburns, chest hair... and presumably merkin. He wasn't playing cards though... He pushed the controls on his hover chair, complete with spoiler and neon runners, moving the contraption forward. The motor was loud, making a 'tthhhhhpptttt' sound as it moved along. Likely the cause of a purposfully bad motivator: a style of sorts.

Eriu glances at the group, one at a time as she moves along the outer wall. She's too busy holding a now emnpty glass to converse with the few people that intercept her, waving them off as she is enroute to the bar when Muri steps up and heads for the table. A grin spreads to her lips only briefly at the kiss before her eyes dart, glancing back to Kobru. "Sir, I don't suppose you can tell me what you are drinking?" She queries.

She smooths her hand through her hair and tosses it over one shoulder with an exaggerated flop and tilt of her head. "Arris Lane," she says and offers her hand to B'haav.

Work the moment as the next round of players tries to stay in the game against the big players. Good luck Muri errr Efra.

As cards are dealt the players are allowed a moment to consider. "Place your bets, please." The game begins and Arris Lane starts to step aside and gasps, leaning heavily upon B'haav. "My ankle..could you help me to the ladies room outside?" Get the other game into motion.

A few looks her way but really they are all staring at Liz'diot who is attempting to pass off having hair. A bith..with hair. Maybe its compensating for something but out of everyone in the room he's definitely caught the most attention and not for good reasons. One figure starts his way. "Sir, I am not sure we have you on our list." A hand extends for identification. This is one way of saying 'you sir, are a big fat headed liar'.

[Zhu Yan] And there Yan spotted Liz'diot and noted that, of course, he'd put exactly as much effort into his disguise as he wanted. That is to say, zero. "Excuse me, my fine fellows, the doormen are harrassing The Count." For you see, everyone knew The Count. Cardan Gage knew The Count. If you didn't know The Count, you were a peasant. Cardan put his hands against the table and stood, giving everyone sitting a wary eye. "That chip pile had better be remaining upon my return. Touch it and my family will cut off your..." pause for efffeeeeccccccct, "business." Ooooo damn boy.

Up Cardan walked to the front pile, where he crossed awfully close to the vigilante doorman. "Count! Good to see you, my old fellow! Come, come! Join us. Cards are to be played with friends!" Okay. Distraction. The extending of his hand across the doorman to Liz blocked Yan's body as his free hand tapped furiously on the datapad he'd purloined. Not on the list? My ass. "Now, you," he rounded on the doorman, and poked him in the chest. "You are to admit The Count. You will find that he is on your pretty little list." The one Yan had concealed in his other palm. Making his way back to the table, Cardan brushed awfully close to the man again. And lo and behold, The Count was on the list.

[Netep Muri] 'Efra Jox' sits straight up in her seat, elbows balanced delicately on the table's edge while she stares intently at each_and_every face there. Watching. Creepily. Also, pointedly ignoring the business with Cardan and the Count over there. Ocassional glances pass to her own hand ones the two cards have been dealt and she announces a ballsy '18' when promptedbefore motioning for another to be passed her way. And then? "Stand." There's a /faint/ sparkle in her eye. Faint, but there. The rest of her face remains impassively lax.

[B'haav Adasta] Kobru H'hhhhhaav shrugs at the question, setting the glass down to accept the proferred hand. "Something dressed up. Whiskey putting on airs, not for me." He tips his hat slightly with the other hand, but not enough to clear the plane of his hair and reveal anything underneath. "Kobru H'hhhhaav, and it's my pleasure to meet you. Arris Lane, do you have any hands in this game?" He nods to the tables where the gamblers and dabblers are doing their work. However, his eyes go wide as he feels her weight shift and sees the well-sold pain on her face. "Er, yes. Of course, miss. If you can point the way, I'll get you there."

	 Wincing on the inside - clearly not a fan of the false identity he has printed out of whole material - B'haav heads in the direction she gestures, not requiring much effort to keep his attention on the Hapan and not glancing at the other players in this scheme.

[Liz'diot]

Liz stared with intense scrutiny behind his rhimestone and gold plated tetan goggled. Surely a sign of wealth and flatulence. "HOW DARE YO-" That's when Yan-Cardan Gage-intercepted him and the security person. "YASSSS. The one named Gage is correct. I, COUNT DROLEX, the MOST wise and informed being in the entire galaxy am most definatly on the list." He reaches into the blaze of the purple leisure suit, pulling out the ident card he always keeps with him just incase. It even had one of those freshly stamped crests of nobility. "You lowly third dimensional poodoo stain. You should have been the ejaculate that ran down your mothers leg instead." He grimaces and... was that a growl. The bottle rises and tips back again, pouring more booze into his head sphyncter.

[Eriu Jynx] The man who is currently shaking down Liz in hake man scaping looks up at Yan when he arrives. Rather. Carden Gage. "I ummm..well he's..." he checks again and though the name is NOT on the list the two of them together and their continued battering as it were - even questioning his existence leaves the man looking somewhat put out. He ahems. "So he is." He says as he leans over to look at the seal on the paper and nods. He'd never had to look at one directly - all his lists were preapproved so he handwaves them.

Muri's competitors watch her carefully and that sweet smile wins over more thn a few. Standing as she does, one falls out and the other stands with her while yet another raises the bet. "Raising the pot another several thousand credits." In go the chips as he eyes Efra a long moment."

Arris leans on B'haav and together the two begin their hobbling supportive dance out of the main room and into the hallway. "I think its down here to the right...past the holo theater." Its going to be a haul to play fake hurt ankle but she manages somehow as they pass a few more servers who are carrying in trays and a fair bit of security. She leans over. "We need to get a little closer towards the vault...see if we can't get straight in there."

[Zhu Yan] "Welcome! Welcome!" exclaimed Cardan to his good friend Count Drolex, wincing a bit as The Count's words pummelled in one ear and out the other. Agony. "Please, please, join us. Refreshers are that way," he pointed towards where the refreshers were, which just so happened to be close to where surveillance laired, "and the tables are there. Many fine ne'er-do-wells are occupying themselves. Please, enjoy! I must... refresh!" And with that in mind, Cardan headed through the corridors towards the surveillance area.

[Netep Muri] It's a long an tense staredown between Efra and the charming Lord Kavendish, but eventually the former relents and shrugs her head a half degree to the side. "I fold," she concedes and swipes the cards outward toward the holodeck, followed by a slower, more thoughtful nudge of her credit chips. It's fine. Shadowport is footing this bill, right? Riiiiight?

Drek, are they?

Taking advantage of the lull following her capitulation, Muri leans back in her seat and snaps some fingers at the nearest service-y looking person. "A pair of glasses," she requests and motions across to Kavendish, "for my friend and I." From her belt then comes a prettily engraved flask. "I'll wager a sip of Whyren's finest reserve you can't pull that luck a second time..." Wink.

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav continues to support Eriu Jynx as they make their way down the hallway. "Ah, great. That's terrific." Were he more advanced at self-delusion, he would deny being distracted by how close she was as he assisted her travel through the corridor. But he tried to be honest about his failings and more attention is definitely paid to the figure next to him than any others in the hallway. He's going to need to do something about that before his distractions end up getting him killed.

	 "If you need a scene, I'm quite confident I can make one. I have a few in mind. If not, I'm new to this and I'm likely going to need some direction." He wishes more of that whiskey had gone down his throat.

[Liz'diot] LORD DROLEX, aka Liz'diot was now hovering his way along with Gage. He drank and drakn, finally emptying the bottle. He tossed it towards a receptical. It shattered and broke against the wall. "HAH! YAS... you do that Mr. Peepee-poopoo pants. HAH!" He looks around, catching sight of a few guards moving towards where EJ and Bhav had went off to. "Ah, the Painted Whore and her new mate. Herm..." He follows behind the group of Guards, not caring if they can hear his hover chair or not. "The FINEST caff bean in ALL THE GALAXY, soon will be mine. INDEED."

[Eriu Jynx] Blind. That is what Eriu and B'haav are. Blinde to the guards following behind them as she leans into his side and hobbles. They are rounding the corner towards the entrance of the vault only to find that one guard is already gone earlier, the othe remaining. UGH THREE! Eriu offers a smile to the only one they currently see. "Hey..uhhh where is the ladies room or better yet, do you have a med bay? I seemed to have rolled my ankle." Eriu reaches down to pull up that beautiful dress and show off an akle that does not appear to be bruised or swollen at all. She glances to B'haav and nearly falls at the figure.

"Oh my ankle!" She says and is caught up quickly in his arms as he actualy squeals in surprise allow B'haav to test that door.

The two guards heading for shift change hear the whir of Liz behind them and the exclamation of a caf bean. THey slow and stop looking back at him and his 'disguise'. "Uhhh who are you?" Were their biths on the list?!

Surveillance. A place with one guard inside too busy watching his small datapad set up to the side to see who is winning the current Lexicon race. Podracers are screaming by as he leans over and slams his fist down. "COME ON!!!! DON'T YOU DARE WASTE MY CREDITS YOU BANTHA KRIFFER!" Oh look, Yan can see Liz with some guards and on another screen is EJ currently launched into the arms of a guard with likely a very confused B'haav.

Meanwhile....Efra is getting quite the look from Kavendish. He might even be smoothing his extra long grey struck eyebrows at her. "Its nice to have a lady at this table. Who knows when to quit." OR NOT. The next hand is dealt and he gives her a wolfish smile as he plays the big blind and waits.

[Zhu Yan] One guard? Easy. Cardan closed the door and locked it.

He'd seen how to do this on the holonet. Apparently, you just get up underneath the neck with one forearm, grab one hand with the other, and squeeeeeeeze. Coming up behind the fella, Yan did just that. "Shhhhhshshshshshshsh!" he shushed, trying to sound like a father soothing an upset child and instead coming out like a father pissed off at an obnoxiously loud child. The guy kicked, pushing against the console, and there was a thump as Yan was pushed back against the wall. Good thing he'd locked the door. "Sleep, you irascible-" the next word out of Yan's mouth was definitely not fit for public consumption. Finally, finally, the struggling ceased, and the man went down like a sack of tubers. There was a snore. Thank GOD. A murder would have brought questions. SATISFACTION, but questions.

Yan tapped his earpiece. "I'm in the security room." He looked at the monitor, saw EJ flashing leg, and suppressed that bubbling murdery urge. "EJ put that away."

[Netep Muri] Oh ho ho...Muri - I mean Efra - takes this opportunity of arriving glassware to pour a couple drinks of the good stuff and tries not to think about how big a fistful of those eyebrows she could totally grab up and --

"I do try to be a good girl," She doesn't, she really, really doesn't Muri's lying. Her mildly venemous expression says as much as she leans forward to sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide that liquid goodness across to fuzzywuzzyhandsomeface. The afforded peep down her pantsuit's front might've been more effective if she'd had some bigger goods to showcase, but y'know. Work with what ya got?

And Muri's got cards. To be more precise, she's got Endurance of staves(hah!) and Moderation of flasks(double hah!!) for a total of -22. "Stand," she orders flatly without bothering to think it over and slams down a swallow of that reserve.

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav jumped back in surprise as Eriu Jynx flung herself at the guard. His eyes shoot wide and in a perfectly-sold pantomime, he gasps. "Tarc's milk, I think I heard something break just there." He gestures down the hall where the other guard must have gone, in a split-second guess based solely off of common nature from his observations in psychology, and the map that had been distributed en route. "Here, I've done some field medicine, I'll check out that ankle. You might want to check on that, sounded like someone calling out for some assistance right after." He kneels and begins to study the ankle, already dismissing the guard as leaving; it would be the only sensible outcome.

[Liz'diot] If Bith could twitch, one of Liz's big black eye would be doing so right now as the guards continue to harrass him. "This is the second tim, I COUNT DROLEX, has been harrased by this ships security tonight." he holds up that same ID he had shown the man at the door. "I am here to collect my bean, from the vault. I will use it for barter for the tournament. You will take me there worthless peon." He looks over toward Bhavv and EJ. "Pitiful HU-MON and... antennas... very interesting..." He starts to move in his chair towards the Balosar, intruiged

[Eriu Jynx] SHHHHHH. SHHHH says Yan the man and the security guard fights him. Down he goes though in a heap when his oxygen supply quickly runs out. He collapses in a heap and drools a little out the side of his mouth. DROOOOOOL POOL! That man will not live that down and likely won't have a job after this.

So much for surveillance. The security however is another thing entirely for though they are fooled there are more of them? Thats not helpful when the two lean in to look at Liz's credentials. One blinks, stares at the seal, looks up at Liz and then scoffs. "Bean?" asks the other one. "We were headed to the vault. If you folow us." But then they are all too quickly in view of Eriu who is mauling the one guard physically with Yan in her ear chirping at her to put it away. She grits her teeth and looks up at the camera before flashing a brilliant smile. "I need help, oh please. I certainly am going to need help to the med bay." The one guard who's shift change it is says. "Wahlberg, I need to go speak with the wife think you can handle this lady from here? She needs to be taken to medical and I have to go." Wahlberg - one of the two that was escorting Liz just sighs until he sees leg. He hesitates. "Yeah I got it." Gerry, that simple white guy just waits for the confusion to clear up as the other two shuffle off - one with Eriu in tow.

This leaves Liz and B'haav with one guard and Yan in security. What could go wrong? Many many things. He stands aside and holds out his hand. "I will need to see your security card." OH DRAT!

Muri on the other hand is getting eyed over, some of them disinterested but she's the easiest thing on the eyes at the table - at least this is what Kavendish thinks. There is a bit of footsie under the table as Lord Dish drags his foot up Muri's leg. "Behaved? OH believe it." No he does not. "Stand."

[Zhu Yan] In all the kerfuffle Cardan had become a little bit dishevelled. "Aaaah for..." he hissed, pulling a pin out of his hair, grabbing the loose bit and smoothing it back, and sticking the pin back in. Bloody grooming and maintenance. Pah. Okay. Cameras. Cameras. Oh. Yan peered at the one harrassing Bav and Liz. Okay quick call them off, call them off. "Don't you dare waste my credits, don't you dare waste my credits," he murmured to himself as he pulled up the on-duty manifest, matching the name Gerry to the comm-piece. His voice was changing, becoming rougher like the guy he'd just knocked the frack out. "You bantha kriffer," he growled in a voice much unlike his own.

Then he keyed the comm.

"Gerry," said the voice of Higgins the Surveillance Man. "Before you get carried away, upstairs says let the Bith through. I don't know who this clown is, but he's pulled some strings. Hold five while I run the other guy."

[Netep Muri] Why do they make the tables so small? Or how long is that guy's leg?? These are questions Muri would like answers to, but 'Efra' should be more interested in the fact that OH she's won the hand! A slender swoop of arm draws the chips in toward self from the hand pot and she downs the rest of the whiskey.

"Seems we're evenly matched," she notes aloud without regard for the other gamers present and stacks the chips into neat little columns, back into her carton. Her unmolested leg goes up to cross over the racetrack that Kavendish's tootsies are traversing. Roadblock. Her stare goes across table without blinking and she quietly reattaches flask to belt. "I seem to be out of liquor. My first time aboard this ship...any volunteers wanna escort me toward s'more?" A toothy grin, then. She's only got eyes for those eyebrows, man. WHY!?!? Who friggin knows, she doesn't.

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav stands, a little oblivious. All of his plans involved him grabbing some amount of attention while others did the actual crime-type things. Being as most of them involve a knowing ally, and Kobru not being acquainted with the Count, B'haav defaults to the one thing he does best: he pulls the bottle of whiskey out of his pocket, removes the lid and begins chugging. Midway through, his legs are slightly more wobbly, and the transition is slow enough to be imperceptible. Lowering the bottle, he looks between the two, the Eriaduin accent growing thicker as it slurs.

	 "Kriff, one of you stinks something awful. A parsec of drek in one place. Is that you?" He leans towards the guard, inhaling much more loudly than is naturally necessary. "Ugh, what is your problem, man? You should..." He chugs the rest of the bottle. "You should do something about that," he finishes, dropping the empty bottle to the floor.

[Liz'diot] Liz is busy picking some wax buildup from out of one of his ear holes. The puss from his bulbious sores likes to collect there too and they hindered his hearing by plugging them up. This He flicks the congealed wax ball towards the security guard asking fo his clearance card, hearing Yan's shrill vocie through the ear piece loudly. "I don't nee no stinkin' badges. So I look like a lowly three dimensional being to you..." He points to B'haav, "Look this one is drunk.. deal with it. I shall carry on." The hover chair starts to move. Thhhhhpttting it's way towards the vault. "The stink would be me... isn't is lovely? I made it myself." He farts and starts to laugh.

[Eriu Jynx] Gerry looks at B'haav and then Liz and as the voice in his ear spits at him verbally, he narrows his gaze and hesitates. "Right okay...man.." he remarks. "Higgins you sound like you have a cold. Get that looked at. None of us want to get sick!" He declares and then moves with Liz to open the door, his key card doing the trick before he lifts his arm to sniff at the underside. Nope. Good. Then the fart. His face pales and he motions to Bav. "Sir...I suggest you take your leave. Head back to the main hall where they have proper glasses for that." He reaches to try to confiscate the alcohol. "Lord Kavendish really prefers that you consume what he has offered." Bottoms helf bottle. Good enough for the guard but Bav is given a long look.

Eriu has been seen to the med bay as she keeps Wahlberg distracted. "When do you think I will be tended to. How bad does it look. IT IS BAD?!" She lifts her leg and shoves her ankle in his face as she sits on the table. He sniffs and stares. Eyes going wide. "I could not say I am a doctor." Stare.

Yan is doing hsi job, Higgins is still down cold but Gerry could and is likely going to be a problem though once Liz is inside he can see the winnings with a field around it. It can fit under his chair rather easily but getting through the field is the one thing that is needed.

Muri however has impressed and as she continues to imbibe at an alarming rate, Kavendish chuckles and leans towards her. "It seems not only do you have an appetite for winning, you do for alcohol as well." he motions over his own personal servant and a very nice glass of Nabooian Blossom Wine is poured for her. "No need to go anywhere my dear. Unless you are folding and giving up the winnings."

[Zhu Yan] "Okay, what next," Yan murmured to himself, ignoring the prattling from Gerry in the surveillance room speakers. He kept an eye on where Gerry was, because that guy was the only one unaccounted for. His gaze traversed to the vault wherein the tootling and tooting Bith was headed. Field. "Uh, okay," again talking to himself. How did he bring that down? There was a button there called FIELD, that might be it, but it might not, so Yan pressed the one next to it.

The lights in the security room turned off.

"Sithspit," he grumbled, pressing it again to turn the lights back on, and this time pressed the FIELD button. Done. On the earpiece, he said, "Count, field's down, get your caf and our jewels and bail."

[Netep Muri] Mmmmm......Blossom wine. Efra's got no qualms about accepting this glass and keeping her butt in her seat and Muri has even less, as we all know. *Sip*

"You'd like it iff'n I folded an'..." A tiny hiccup-burp escapes Muri's windpipe and she smirks, dipping her upper lip in for a second taste while motioning for the dealer to get the game going. "Gave it up." Haaaaaaaah she so crass. Alas, the eyebrows must be ignored for a moment while she casts a sly eye to her dealt two, which are presently totaling 16. "Hit me," she invites the dealer - maybe the entire table in a minute - after a couple fold and a couple stand. More chips are tossed into the hand's pot. The third card is swapped for one of her existing but remains face down. "Ms Efra Jox stands..." she murmurs. "D'ya take him everywhere with you in your pocket?" she motions to the personal servant. "Did he come with the ship?"

Yeah she drunk. Just a wee bit tho.

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav grins, leaning in towards the guard. "Oh, I don't need any fancy glasses. Tell you what, though, Stinky. You've had a hard night, by the smell of it. I'll share." Simultaneously convulsing every muscle in his stomach and trying to cough and spit at the same time, the widening of the Balosar's eyes is the only warning before a torrent of bile-tainted whiskey erupts from his mouth and on course to entirely soak the front of the guard's uniform. As the torrent dies down, B'haav suppresses the aftershocks and smiles at the guard.

	 "'at's... all for you." Big dopey grin.

[Liz'diot] Liz turns his head over his shoulder as B'haav starts wretching. "Hah... A man after my own heart. GROSS." He turns back towards the jewels and what not. "Come on... where is it." He presses a button on his console and the hatch in the back pops open. Mechanical arms sneak out and start to pick the loot up and stuff it into the hover chair where it can. Meanwhile, the Bith continues to search. "No... WHERE IS IT? That Cathar LIED to me. LIED. Damnable FELINES!" He slams his fits on his chair. With the loot gotten, the mechanical arms snake back into the 'trunk' before the hatch closes seamlessly against the body of the chir. The bith turns it and starts back out into the hallway.

[Eriu Jynx] Its not exactly the most amazing plan in the universe nor will it ever match up to a diabolical level but they make it work. SOMEHOW. The group at large manages to quietly pull off their actions with such flare that it seems real. Because it is. They are that much of a misfit bunch of delinquents that it just seems to work. Eriu was left by the guard and after the medic looked at her ankle she was released and began her walk back towards the ship. She hums as she goes, touches up her lipstick and boards the ship to begin the preparation and clearance to leave. Ramp still down she comes in over the comms. "I am going to hope you have or are close to getting what we need. So I suggest we go as the engines are warm and waiting on the Majestic."

She drags a hand through her hair and slips into her comfy bantha slippers for the ride home. Heels suck.

The guard who is covered in Bav stomach juice just stares, arms out as his lips part and he can not help it when he upchucks off to the side. Balosar juices are not exactly the most wonderful. It gives Bav a chance to step away and let the guard deal with his need for a change of clothes. This has bought Liz just enough time to get the goods onto his chair and out of the vault.

Flawless execution from Yan save for the slight drool forming at Higgins mouth that is still gathering. All the while Kavendish has his eyes on Muri. "Mmmhmmmm. This is my ship. He is always here. The benefits of being rich. I have everything I need. Right. Here." He leans closer to her. "You should stay."

[Zhu Yan] Well, Yan's part here was done. He patted his hair, made sure it was still in its ponytail, and made sure Higgins was out of sight of the doorway (not hard, put him BEHIND the door) before unlocking it and opening it. Quick look, left-right, what was Yan expecting? He'd made sure the hallway was clear. Out he went, and the easy smile came back and here was Cardan Gage, Thyferran Bacta Baron. Ladies.

All eyes were on the sabacc table hosting the main game, so Cardan went to the now-deserted one where his credits remained. Good, they'd taken the threat seriously. "Thank you, thank you, I shall l-" he coughed, his throat irritated from copying Higgins, "sorry, had a bit too much, had to expel it. I shall let the family know that Kavendish runs a marvelous game," he said, in that smarmy upper-crust voice he was far too good at. And with that he was out.

By the time he'd made it to the ship he was holding a hair tie and far too many hair pins. It was a shaggy mess. To EJ, at the ramp, he held up a finger and said, "Not a word," in that Corellian accent that just sounded fake, now.

[Netep Muri] She SHOULD.

"Idiot's Array wins!" calls the dealer and a disappointed Muri is left to stare at her not quite pure Sabacc. Dirty Sabacc. "Best bow out while I'm not terribly behind," Muri sighs and collects her carton of remaining chips to self. "But more urgently, I believe I'm being summoned to the queen's throne." An apologetic wince accompanies this admission and she leaves the last lil bit of wine untouched on the table. "Lord Kavendish, it's been an honor thus far and I look forward to seeing if you can make it worth my while." Which means she'll be right back, right? A bow of cerulean curls go cascading over her shoulder, then she turns to scurry away. Hopefully toward the refresher, she didn't actually look to see where that was. Also hopefully he doesn't deign to follow!

"Gotta go, gotta go, scuse me..." all said while combing some fingers through her hair and cuing the link behind ear so hopefully they know she's on her way! Worse case scenario, she gets to spend more quality time with the host and victim?

No, Muri, No. He's no bad and probably a gross person on the inside. S'matter with you?

Those eyebrows.

Many minutes longer, Muri comes power shuffling toward the ship, not trusting herself to attempt a full out sprint in these shoes. Her carton's held aloft overhead, waved like a victor's flag, even if she lost 2 outta the 3, so it 1 round in the hole. But she didn't lose it ALL! "Are we all here? Let's be all here. By here i mean elsewhere, like preferably hyper." She's more'n a little flustered looking/smelling by the time she gets up the ramp. And THEN runs for the fresher.

[B'haav Adasta] Kobru H'hhhhhaav stumbles away from the guard, producing his own brand of stomach juices, and makes a bee-line for the door with a hand over his mouth. Intercepting a server along the way, he finds a glass of whiskey and a few handfuls of appetizing finger foods which he takes with him towards the door. He flings open the door, hat askew as he saunters roughly in the direction of the ship and spits half a mouthful of alcohol on the ground to rinse out and then swallows the other; tossing the glass, he begins munching on the finger snacks while he mounts the ramp. His suit is quite rumpled, deeply in need of cleaning, and there are spatters of... used whiskey on his cuffs and shoes, as well as a definite scent coming from the Balosar. From this point forward, any outing with these people - his people? He realizes that he's unsure if he's actually a part of this or simply a convenient pulse-bearing cog for the machine - will require some amount of mouth-cleanser.

	 And a second emergency bottle of whiskey. B'haav looks at the flecks on his wrist in mourning. "Pour booze never had a shot." He begins to giggle at the wordplay. Some of it had.

[Liz'diot] Liz hovers his way past the guard and back into the main area. "YAS YAAASSSS. HAHAHAHAHA. Foolish HU-MONS." He probablby just looked like a man man saying those things as his hover chair moved through the tournament area. He made it back to the ship, boarding it without delay. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAH."

[Eriu Jynx] "Me? Not say anything?" Eriu looks completely innocent, feet up on the side console and crossed as she waits for Yan to take the pilots seat. "Hair cut," she whispers at him and winks, lifting her 'ankle' into the air to twirl it slowly and rotate her foot. "Oh my ankle! Yan! Rub it! IT ACHES!" she says and lifts the back of her arm to woe it against her forehead.

She drags her fingers through her hair and when that whir of a chair comes up the ramp carrying the triumphant Liz with their winnings, she upnods. "Closing ramp. Time to get out of here!" They have been here long enough really and she looks like she's more than ready to go. Slippers are on after all. Dress remains but that is besides the point.

"So then...I think we need to celebrate. Coruscant anyone?!"