OBrah Club.(Owned by Black Sun)

[Selena Uhopria]

When you fist walk in, it looks like just a elegant club meant for dancing and eating. But if you know the right word and people ,near the back section behind large elegant gleaming black doors, is dealing and gambling at high stakes. Better watch your pants though you just might lose them.

[Tress Odak-Zann]

Ah, he thought as he walked in. This was just the place he was looking for. Girls, dancing, and food. What else could a man ask for after a hard days work at the library? Nothing really if you asked him.

Walking down he finds a table near the dance floor, and signals a passing waitress. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a large denomination credit stick and slips it to her smiling. "This isn't for the tab....its for you, just keep the Whyren's Corellian whiskey coming. Understood?" Nodding the girl slips off thinking, 'Finally a customer that isn't cheap...'

Sitting back he looks relaxed, but he is casing out the place, he notices several things. Like the bouncers in the back guarding the black doors. More in various places trying to act as if they weren't there. Turning slowly he looks at the bar and frowns. He had been to many places such as this one.....those like this one was a front for illegal activities.

[Khari Vestra]

She had needed some form of respite, Khari Vestra told herself when she stepped into the atmospherically lit club OBrah. Not the usual place she would frequent, and certainly never alone, but curiosity had always been a family trait of her's and the thought of spending another day poring over various documentation at the vast libraries didn't exactly fill her with the usual ammount of gratuitous joy.

The doorman, or what could actually pass for one, she wasn't quite certain of his species, let her pass unhindered, having paid her way and then some, it really didn't matter to her. And she cast her glance around the spaces beyond, various revelers people taking a moment of respite from whatever mundane things they had to endure during the worlds daylight hours, and general partygoers alike. Again, definitely not the kind of establishment she would have frequented on her homeworld, but that had been half the point of coming here, new sights, new experiences. And that had meant traveling further afield.

It would have been pointless to travel in disguise, people were what they where, as she saw it anyway, and any attempt to hide the fact she was anything less than someone of her ilk, would have just come off as plain suspicious. Stepping up to the bar, she waited for the droid behind the counter to take her order, muttering something non descript before turning her back to it, and gazing out on the room. The place was packed, wall to wall people of all different species, all different walks of life. Perhaps she shouldn't have come alone after all, but bringing anyone with her would have only drawn too much attention her way...not that she would have minded it, but it did have a tendancy to marr the situation a little.

At her back the droid chimed in with something about the price of the drink she had ordered, requesting payment. And she slid a credit chip across the bar top disinterestedly, ignoring the exclaimation from the flesh and blood bar tender when the droid scanned the chip and caught sight of the balance. Drink in hand, Khari waited for the droid to return the remainder to her, mind wandering as she watched the meandering crowds and the variety of interesting customers that moved about the room.

[Tress Odak-Zann]

As he was still checking out the place, he noticed her as she first walked in the door. Now there were woman present, but this one was special, she put them all to shame. The way she held herself. The way she moved as she walked. He was interested alright, now he would wait until she noticed him. Let her make the first move, be it to dismiss him or encourage him.

Fanning the smoke from his cigar to see her better, he sits back and glances at her from time to time. She was probably meeting someone here, a woman like that was never alone. But, it never stopped him from looking....besides it might be his lucky day.

Lifting the glass of Corellian whiskey to his lips he sips letting the Smokey flavor burn as it goes down. Still he waits and watches....

[Khari Vestra]

Drink in hand so luminous it could have been radioactive, she couldn't have looked more intrepid if she had tried, moving through the throngs of beings, she had decided that it was probably a good idea to get several of these beverages down her throat before even deigning to get up and dance. Therefore, she was in need of a table.

Unlike her homeworld, where she could walk into any establishment and there would be a plethora of persons moving to make certain her every whim was seen to, she couldn't expect the same of everywhere. And certainly not here, while still a very presitgeous world reputations tended not to preceed you unless you had been on the holonet most recently for unseemly reasons. On the way to the opposite side of the club, where a series of booths had been set along the adjacent wall, her scanning gaze, for reasons she would never be entirely sure, fell upon a man sitting across the way and whom seemed to be watching her...or at least looking in her direction. The notion, while not inconceivable that he might find her interesting, per say, had her quirking a brow in silent askence.

What did he find so amusing? There was a certain almost reserved cheekiness to his expression, as he was certainly keeping himself to himself aside from this silent exchange. Taking a cursory glance around herself perhaps just to see if she was mistaken, she decided to go over to him regardless of what her ingrained Kuati sensibilities told her she should not do. Which was precisely the reason she deigned to do so anyway, besides, it could prove interesting if nothing else.

Sashaying her way through the crowd, hips swaing gently as she moved, to his residing place, she stopped just short of where he was, dark eyed gaze meeting his evenly and without preamable.

"Not in the mood for dancing either, hmm? Or is it you found something else more interesting?"

[Tress Odak-Zann]

He knew the exact moment she raised her eyebrow he had won her over, even if was just to talk. Saluting her as if to say 'well played' with his glass, he took another drink before placing it on the table before him.

He was still looking at her eyes drifting from head to toe, sizing her up and admiring her outfit at the same time. She came from wealth. Her walking stance was that of someone of nobility. There was no other walk quiet like it. Standing as courtesy dictated he nods his head in greeting. "Nope. Not really a dancer, I prefer....other forms of entertainment." Waving a hand at the empty chair. "If your not meeting anyone, please join me...."

Hoping she takes his offer, he asks. "Can I buy you another drink, Miss....?" it was a lame line to get her name, but the mischievous smile playing on his lips usually distracted others to over looking that fact.

[Khari Vestra]

He wasn't from around here either, she deduced in those first few seconds, for one thing, he didn't speak like most of the obroans she had encountered during her time here and another was his dress sense. But it was of little comfort to her that she wasn't the only proverbial sore thumb that stuck out.
A warm, but entirely fabricated smile spread across her lips without a second thought, it took a little more than mere manners to move her, but then why would people try unless they wanted...something. Cynical though that made her, she had learned from an early age to be wary of the stranger that seemed a little too good to be true.

With a motion of her glass to the room at her back she nodded in agreement, "I can imagine, and the talz at the entrance appears to be shedding...I think i'll wait until later myself."

A brief chuckle left her at that thought, yes...she was going to need more than this to get out there and do her thing. And then he offered her a seat at his table, dubiously skeptical, but more curious than anything else. She accepted, seating herself opposite him, elegantly adjusting the fall of the dark skirt that sheathed her long legs before crossing one over the other.
Another closer inspection of him proved quite interesting, he was unusual in the most aesthetically pleasing of ways, and like most Kuati women, she had an eye for the rakishly sublime. If ever she could say she had a guilty pleasure, then it was probably just that.

"Vestra...but call me Khari, I never was one for formality in a non formal setting." She responded with a confidant jut of her perfectly formed chin, "I'll finish this drink and then decide if it's all the same by you, I haven't decided weather I am staying yet. You don't look like you're from around here...would I be right?"

With a flicker of a smile she realized she hadn't actually asked his name yet, not that her own lack of manners actually bothered her at all.

"And you are?"

[Tress Odak-Zann]

She accepted his invite which allowed him to sit, too. Relaxing in his usual manner, he took a puff from his cigar and turned to blow the smoke away from her.

She was different alright. Kuati judging by her accent and last name. Elegant and refined, but it hung loose on her as if she did what she pleased.

"Vestra" he said under his breathe letting it slide off his tongue, but Khari suited her better. "Ok, then Khari it is...." he offered her his hand over the table, palm up. "I am known as Tress or Senator if you prefer. You are correct, I am from Anaxes. " He wasn't bragging, just letting her know who he was up front.

"And I understand about the drink, maybe later i can convince you....if your willing to accept one."

[Khari Vestra]

Her mind wandering, Khari had not caught the first few words of what he had said, letting it fly right over her head as she decided without a doubt, yes...he was very easy on the eye.

And then she caught his title, and was unable to keep the incredulity out of her expression. Had she heard right?

"Senator?" She hadn't meant that to sound as incredulous as her expression appeared, but there it was anyway. It wasn't like her to baulk at titles, nor was it like her to care. She reigned in that surprise quickly.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't...well, imagine i'd find -" Khari paused shaking her head, gesturing widely to the room,

"I was going to ask you why, of all places, you chose this one, but then I suppose I am a fine one to talk." Laughing slightly, she took a sip of her brightly coloured drink, then ran a hand through her inky black hair, perhaps exasperated at the irony of what she had been about to say. "Anaxes? I can't say I have been, but then I haven't tended to venture out that way, my endeavours don't tend to take me far from the Kuat system. Not too far anyway. What brings you to Obroa Skai Tress, business, pleasure?"

Yes, she much preferred his first name, it rolled off the tongue nicely.

"We shall see about later, though I am almost certain that it takes a lot to learn to like these...whatever this is"

Swirling the luminous liquid around in the glass, she made a less than satisfied face at the taste.

[Tress Odak-Zann]

He chuckled the sound rolling off of him naturally, his new title had surprised her, as it did many. "Yes, I am the new Senator of my home world." He says as he looks at her gesturing around the room. "This places have their own charm.....and unexpected breathe taking views, if you don't mind me saying." His eyes which had been glancing around the room, came back to rest on hers as he spoke the last part.


What had brought him was a closely guarded secret, should he say anything all his plans might be ruined. "Business officially....pleasure not really, although I think about it all the time, life is to be enjoyed after all. Whats the point of living if not.....?"

Kuat she had said, he had never been there, but wished to get better acquainted with them in the future. Maybe this was his chance, but there was ample time for that later.

"Try this...its Corellian Whiskey...strong smokey flavor. One of those pleasures to be enjoyed....." He slide his glass to her with one pointed finger.

[Khari Vestra]

Despite herself, she felt her skin flush warm in the semblance of a blush, but she tried to shake that off almost instantly, if it had been that easy to sway her mind as well as her outward reactions, she probably wouldn't be sitting here today to tell the tale. Even so, his blatantness was admirable, direct was something she had always appreciated in many forms.

"Congratulations, I am certain you'll serve your world well." She replied, taking another sip of that drink, then deciding she probably shouldn't finish the whole glass, setting it down and pushing it aside.

"Now that is a phillosophy to live by, I couldn't agree more. People say you should never mix the two - that may be so, but in essence you take all the spirit out of a...transaction, shall we say? And without spirit what are we really?"


As he slid the glass across the table, she glanced down at it's amber colour, then back up to him and down again. She knew what it was of course, and she also knew what kinds of people tended to invest in that kind of beverage were like, not that she hadn't ever tried it herself mind, but she could indulge him for a little while, she supposed.

Slender fingers curling around the glass, she lifted it to her lips and drank, the liquid burning all the way down her throat, unable to keep the slightly soured expression from her face before setting the glass down again and nodding estutely.

"And they order in the good stuff too, wonderful to see." There was that smile again, perhaps she found it somewhat infectious, but she couldn't help herself, he'd probably expected her to be a certain way, and as well she might be, but he wasn't the only one with surprises up his sleeves.

"A friend of mine spends a lot of time sampling the imports, it's catching." She explained.

[Tress Odak-Zann]

"Thank you...." he accepts her compliment, with another smile. He did put out his cigar, the smoke was blocking his view of her, so he did it without thinking.


That was the point wasn't it, he thinks as she speaks. Fun, pleasure, living every moment as it was your last. Spirit, ah yes...spirit was always good. "Thats is exactly...spirit. Its needed to enjoy live to the fullest."

He looks on as she wraps her slender fingers around the glass and takes a drink. Watched as she took a sip and as she let it travel down, the soured expression on her face. "Not to your taste then....." He starts off as he hers about her friend. A look quickly passes through his eyes, not one solely of possession, but disappointment was more accurate as it was some what rooted in that she was attached to someone else.

"A friend?" He asks trying to get more out of her.

[Khari Vestra]

Catching the undertones of something in his voice there, she let her gaze narrow ever so slightly, pensively going over in her head, what she had just wondered if she had heard. Deciding the only answer would be found in actually answering that question, she did so without preamable.

"Yes, we have those on Kuat too, friends." She responded cooly, but not devoid of humour, she had been jesting of a sort. "A friend I have had from childhood as it goes, nothing more, nothing less, another member of one of the ruling households. Contrary to popular belief, we do not spend ALL of our time arguing amongst ourselves...just most of it."

Shooting him a quick flash of a pearly white smile, she waited to see if that undertone was there again, and what would come of it. Of course, she could have expanded on that little tale she'd just told him, but where would the fun be in that?
She had already let slip just who she was, or rather, how high up the food chain, a potentially fatal move in the wrong circumstances, but he seemed inocuous enough. Besides, this was distraction of the right sort.

[Tress Odak-Zann]

Smiling mischievously again he found an opening. "Are off-worlders considered friends of Kuati ladies....or are they only someone that they meet in a chance meeting in a club of all places?"

Sitting closer he shows genuine interest. "Tell me of your home world. Is it as bad as people say? It's hard to believe things like that when they say the same about the Empire I serve, or about my family. Well in both case there is or might be some cause." He laughs softly.

They had always thought of the RGE as 'evil' for some reason. The way he saw it, all they were doing is trying to bring order out of chaos. Control where people had run free to prey on the weak. A better way to put it was bring Law to the lawless.

In his families case, others drew the conclusion of once a gangster always a gangster. His grandfather being Tyber Zann, he could put two and two together, but it was still humorous to him. Having spent his summers with his grandfather Tyber, he had come to see he did what others did everyday....which was to make the hard decisions in order to survive. Others might balk at this, but he just considered them ignorant and left it at that.....

[Khari Vestra]

She actually genuinely laughed at the first thing he had said, she wasn't certain what he had heard but if he was assuming that had they met under different circumstances she might never have deigned to speak with him. That was only partially true, she told herself, had they met on Kuat, she might have acted differently, certainly, but not spoken to him at all? Doubtful...especially since he was that easy on the eye.

"I think it's safe to assume so, yes." she responded just as jovially "Or does that notion shatter another of our...mystery?"

What he said next almost took her aback. How bad was it? It had never ocurred to her that anything that happened on her homeworld as common place was actually bad, per say, there were some things the rest of the galaxy might never understand, but was that not true of all worlds?
A frown creasing her otherwise immaculate brow, she sighed theatrically, her gaze an almost admonishing one. He couldn't genuinely be that naive? And then again, perhaps he was?

"As bad as what whom say? I find that both an interesting and perhaps perplexing notion all at once...why would living on Kuat be bad?" she arched one slender eyebrow curiously "It is what it is, which is far better off than say one of the outer rim worlds. It is much like coruscant I suppose, only less vast on the cities and more refined, sculpted in the image of the dreams the founders had for it...so the records go."

She leaned in slightly, watching his expression carefully, he was fishing, that much was apparrent. So could she.
"But please, I would hear more of these rumours you have heard, I am more than happy to dispell them."