FILE NAME "DROM"
Name: Drom K'thn
Other Names: Drom, Kit
Status: ALIVE
Personal Status: ....kriff if I know
History: [scribble scribble]
Relatives/Family: None known
Associations: LADY MAR'TENN, MAC, COREM, J'TRE, PRESS-BLACK GANG
DATABASE NAME /DROM/
I first stumbled on THE BOX when fixing up a losing fighter in the old free-clinic that the 'Fifth used to play security for. The GFC moved out of security Nar Shaddaa shortly after SPICEQUEEN and the DARK BLADE CARTEL unleashed V-DEX on to the market and just as quickly pulled it back off. Working for DROM started before that though.
Slipped in as a substitute doctor for a fight night on the sly and bribed my way in through COREM and MAC with the right spice and a pretty boy. I should feel bad about the kid but he worked his way up and runs his own business. He owes me a favor now too, so that's useful. Still...feeling a bit bad for using him. It was mutual?
DROM keeps his employees at arm's length. There's an underground fight ring he runs - blood sports with kids - that covers THE BOX's real expenses. LADY MAR'TENN and her services cover the rest giving DROM and MAR'TENN a tidy profit to operate with. They pay to J'TRE, a Hutt with the PRESS-BLACK GANG who operate in their section of Lower Industrial Nar.
DROM first comes off as having no personal vices but I've watched him - and his emotions - enough to know that his weakness and strength is LADY MAR'TENN. MAR'TENN and he were definitely romantically involved at some point and I suspect came up with THE BOX as a way to dovetail their industries and interests and work together without arousing suspicion.
CURRENT STATUS: Alive, obviously, and running the Box still. Employs my alias "Doc" whenever I feel like showing up. Haven't been by in weeks, he must think Doc is dead again.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
CID Karv Drakkan
FILE NAME "STAB"
Name: Karv Drakkan
Other Names: [scribble scribble will look up PMs later]
Status: ALIVE
Personal Status: ....ally. Kriff me sideways.
OOC threads: PM threads (escape from Republic Space) (trips down memory lane and some torture (Book/Karv) (more torture (Karv/Book))
History: [scribble scribble will be filled in later]
Relatives/Family: Eidozi (LIGHTBRIGHT) (confirmed, Li'barrah managed to earn a black mark for attacking family. Stupid 'twi for doing that),
Associations: Krassk Vukal/House Vukal. Sphere of Defense. Mandalore. Mandalorians. Lots of guns. Tal Kad. More guns. Did I mention guns?
DATABASE NAME- /STAB/
STAB and I go way back. PROTEUS had STAB on retainer for capturing force sensitives for experimentations with SERUM. STAB and some members of TAL KAD (notably LILSTAB - you need a better name, come on...)( COLORGUNS? It might work.. LIGHTBRIGHT) were hired by PROTEUS for bounty hunting work.
STAB and I had some lovely fun, and by that I mean he tortured me a lot and I screamed more than enough. There was detaching of legs but happily PROTEUS wanted me in some semblance of 'whole' (that's what you get for pissing off the big bad Darth personally) so I got both legs back. You can't even feel the scars anymore.
In revenge when I found out STAB was wanted by the Republic and SIS I played 'Capture the STAB' and nabbed him. Evaded detection for a bit and played my own version of torture on him. Got a lot from his screwed-up head. Note to self, STAB is a kriffer to get information from in 'traditional' ways. Handed STAB over to the Republic authorities and was pretty sure that was the end of that.
But nooooooo - OTHONE stopped by and asked me what I knew about STAB after that whole debacle, and then let slip STAB was spotted in the local 'tina. When I went on the run from the Republic it was natural to find the one place no one would look so I hired STAB to extricate and hide me. That lasted until JADE contacted me needing help with DHEROVEER.
CURRENT STATUS: Ally. Alive. In a truce.
STAB and I have agreed that we are 'even' and are not going to 'take things personally' at the moment. STAB seems to have neglected to tell his people about the change in states, given COLORGUNS and a least one other took pot-shots. SELKIE and I chatted old business while STAB explained the situation to his people.
Apparently STAB wants some help in confusing the Republic and SIS in regards to his latest pet project. Suspect STAB is behind the attacks on SIS outposts and is sending them a message. Color me intrigued, and sorry Z, but I think I'll take this one up.
Name: Karv Drakkan
Other Names: [scribble scribble will look up PMs later]
Status: ALIVE
Personal Status: ....ally.
OOC threads: PM threads (escape from Republic Space) (trips down memory lane and some torture (Book/Karv) (more torture (Karv/Book))
History: [scribble scribble will be filled in later]
Relatives/Family: Eidozi (LIGHTBRIGHT) (confirmed, Li'barrah managed to earn a black mark for attacking family. Stupid 'twi for doing that),
Associations: Krassk Vukal/House Vukal. Sphere of Defense. Mandalore. Mandalorians. Lots of guns. Tal Kad. More guns. Did I mention guns?
DATABASE NAME- /STAB/
STAB and I go way back. PROTEUS had STAB on retainer for capturing force sensitives for experimentations with SERUM. STAB and some members of TAL KAD (notably LILSTAB - you need a better name, come on...)( COLORGUNS? It might work.. LIGHTBRIGHT) were hired by PROTEUS for bounty hunting work.
STAB and I had some lovely fun, and by that I mean he tortured me a lot and I screamed more than enough. There was detaching of legs but happily PROTEUS wanted me in some semblance of 'whole' (that's what you get for pissing off the big bad Darth personally) so I got both legs back. You can't even feel the scars anymore.
In revenge when I found out STAB was wanted by the Republic and SIS I played 'Capture the STAB' and nabbed him. Evaded detection for a bit and played my own version of torture on him. Got a lot from his screwed-up head. Note to self, STAB is a kriffer to get information from in 'traditional' ways. Handed STAB over to the Republic authorities and was pretty sure that was the end of that.
But nooooooo - OTHONE stopped by and asked me what I knew about STAB after that whole debacle, and then let slip STAB was spotted in the local 'tina. When I went on the run from the Republic it was natural to find the one place no one would look so I hired STAB to extricate and hide me. That lasted until JADE contacted me needing help with DHEROVEER.
CURRENT STATUS: Ally. Alive. In a truce.
STAB and I have agreed that we are 'even' and are not going to 'take things personally' at the moment. STAB seems to have neglected to tell his people about the change in states, given COLORGUNS and a least one other took pot-shots. SELKIE and I chatted old business while STAB explained the situation to his people.
Apparently STAB wants some help in confusing the Republic and SIS in regards to his latest pet project. Suspect STAB is behind the attacks on SIS outposts and is sending them a message. Color me intrigued, and sorry Z, but I think I'll take this one up.
CID Drom's Box
The Box stank.
It smelled of sweat and blood, dank water and sewers. It had that coppery tang in the air, the heat rolling off the bodies packed into the rooms of the clubhouse barely combated with a derelict air conditioning unit. Grime on the walls and bricks making up the building had built up for years until the once-white walls were stained brown, handprints etched in smoke and dirt, markers of people long gone.
The Box stood in the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler's moon. The Box paid its dues to the Hutt who ruled the streets around it and its thugs, the great and mighty J'tre and Press-Black gang. The Box's owner, Drom K'thn, managed to keep just enough autonomy that something was up. His establishment had no gangs working its roster, no protection money cut from the till - but it felt like it should.
Once you got inside the Box you realized there was something off about the club. It had a bar and served you every vice you could imagine - from spice to hookers, deathsticks to pretty boys - and sometimes when you looked things felt... wrong. There was no other way to put it, like the Box existed with a thin veneer over top of it, something darker than sex or drugs lurking.
A rival to J'tre wanted to know about the Box - about Drom, what it did - and was willing to pay for any information gleaned.
It just begged the question of how hard it would be to find out what secrets the Box held.
Regulars know-
Mac, the head bouncer of the club. Standing six-foot-and-seven, Mac was a tall human built like a brick wall, all muscle and scars. Mac ran a tight shift, keeping the peace in the Box with an iron fist that echoed the strict control Drom himself seemed to hold over the place. Slicked-back hair cropped short, the man was often seen in the presence of the regular staff, making sure no one at the club bothered the rest of Drom's staff.
Drom, the enigmatic head of the The Box. Somewhere between burly as one of his hired bouncers and businessman-sleek, Drom keeps a watchful eye on his beloved club but keeps everyone but bodyguards at an arm's length. Drom is at the club nearly every night, managing something, talking with clients and important guests. For such a down and outs location the Box manages to attract fairly high-brow clientèle on odd nights.
The Box holds regular "fight nights", rowdy affairs in a temporarily erected cage that are as brutal as any combat. Fan-favorite for winning this year's Box "Champion" title is a plucky Rodian, Jntrix Kem, known for being wily and wiry more than brute muscle. Jntrix frequents the Box when not fighting, making nice with his loyal fans who hope he will secure his title in the upcoming ring nights.
Head of the Box's attached "adult" services is Lady Mar'tenn, a Pureblood rumored to be either a sadist, Sith, or both. Lady Mar'tenn and Drom were once rumored to be an item but if they are or aren't is anyone's guess as they two keep their relationship in public to be strictly professional. Lady Mar'tenn's range of associates span every legal (and illegal) vice to be found on Nar Shaddaa. In the power structure of the Box Lady Mar'tenn stands almost as equal to Drom in terms of implicit authority, the bouncers and staff obeying her commands as readily as they obeyed Mac's or Drom's.
Corem, the head bartender and fixture at the Box for ten years is known to be a man with a vice or two, always having one of Lady Mar'tenn's boys nearby. Corem and his fleet of bartenders man the many drinking holes and keep the alcohol flowing. Corem himself has been noted to note drink a drop - but he offers a shoulder to his favorite customers (those who buy him a little more time with Lady Mar'tenn's lovely boys) and a willing ear like a good bartender does.
It smelled of sweat and blood, dank water and sewers. It had that coppery tang in the air, the heat rolling off the bodies packed into the rooms of the clubhouse barely combated with a derelict air conditioning unit. Grime on the walls and bricks making up the building had built up for years until the once-white walls were stained brown, handprints etched in smoke and dirt, markers of people long gone.
The Box stood in the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler's moon. The Box paid its dues to the Hutt who ruled the streets around it and its thugs, the great and mighty J'tre and Press-Black gang. The Box's owner, Drom K'thn, managed to keep just enough autonomy that something was up. His establishment had no gangs working its roster, no protection money cut from the till - but it felt like it should.
Once you got inside the Box you realized there was something off about the club. It had a bar and served you every vice you could imagine - from spice to hookers, deathsticks to pretty boys - and sometimes when you looked things felt... wrong. There was no other way to put it, like the Box existed with a thin veneer over top of it, something darker than sex or drugs lurking.
A rival to J'tre wanted to know about the Box - about Drom, what it did - and was willing to pay for any information gleaned.
It just begged the question of how hard it would be to find out what secrets the Box held.
Regulars know-
Mac, the head bouncer of the club. Standing six-foot-and-seven, Mac was a tall human built like a brick wall, all muscle and scars. Mac ran a tight shift, keeping the peace in the Box with an iron fist that echoed the strict control Drom himself seemed to hold over the place. Slicked-back hair cropped short, the man was often seen in the presence of the regular staff, making sure no one at the club bothered the rest of Drom's staff.
Drom, the enigmatic head of the The Box. Somewhere between burly as one of his hired bouncers and businessman-sleek, Drom keeps a watchful eye on his beloved club but keeps everyone but bodyguards at an arm's length. Drom is at the club nearly every night, managing something, talking with clients and important guests. For such a down and outs location the Box manages to attract fairly high-brow clientèle on odd nights.
The Box holds regular "fight nights", rowdy affairs in a temporarily erected cage that are as brutal as any combat. Fan-favorite for winning this year's Box "Champion" title is a plucky Rodian, Jntrix Kem, known for being wily and wiry more than brute muscle. Jntrix frequents the Box when not fighting, making nice with his loyal fans who hope he will secure his title in the upcoming ring nights.
Head of the Box's attached "adult" services is Lady Mar'tenn, a Pureblood rumored to be either a sadist, Sith, or both. Lady Mar'tenn and Drom were once rumored to be an item but if they are or aren't is anyone's guess as they two keep their relationship in public to be strictly professional. Lady Mar'tenn's range of associates span every legal (and illegal) vice to be found on Nar Shaddaa. In the power structure of the Box Lady Mar'tenn stands almost as equal to Drom in terms of implicit authority, the bouncers and staff obeying her commands as readily as they obeyed Mac's or Drom's.
Corem, the head bartender and fixture at the Box for ten years is known to be a man with a vice or two, always having one of Lady Mar'tenn's boys nearby. Corem and his fleet of bartenders man the many drinking holes and keep the alcohol flowing. Corem himself has been noted to note drink a drop - but he offers a shoulder to his favorite customers (those who buy him a little more time with Lady Mar'tenn's lovely boys) and a willing ear like a good bartender does.
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