Star Wars: A Thing Of Beauty

The Specterrium

It's been a month since Maul died on Ryloth, and Ahsoka was not able to figure out who ratted on him to Mr. Izanami. In fact, she doesn't even have any suspects. There's no evidence she could find that anyone in the Harrowers sold him out, and she learned a thing or two about putting pieces together from Maul. But this could play to her advantage if there is no rat in the club itself, and someone outside the Harrowers is the culprit. Because Ahsoka could potentially just talk to Bender and convince him to end the Izanami contracts or even turn on the Izanami corporation. Bender is not the kind of man who would enjoy lengthy contracts with mega corporations, and at some point the club is going to lose credibility, and be branded as corporate sellouts. So in theory if Ahsoka just lays out the things that the Harrowers are helping Takemura Izanami accomplish, paint the full picture and make a real push for change, Bender could turn the club around. However, she can't do that until she's absolutely certain that they could be persuaded, and Ahsoka also has to find the rat, or make sure that when she talks to Bender no one will hear her and gain Mr. Izanami's attention, which Ahsoka has so far avoided very well.

The Harrowers' K9-Base on Dromund Kaas has become a fully developed headquarters for the club. They have a legitimate hangar, a landing pad for their venator cruiser, and multiple buildings for different purposes. The branch of city outside of the K9-Base is also profiting off of the Harrowers success as the mercenaries live so close and buy tons of supplies there for not just the K9-Base, but for other bases as well. Ahsoka emerges from her quarters in an apartment building set up so each member of the Harrowers gets their own dorm to live in. And Marssi runs up to the Togruta, excited about something.
"Soka - Soka!" She says, shoving a datapad in her friend's face. "Dude - check it! I'm wanted!"

Ahsoka gently pushes the datapad away to see it properly, and sees Marssi's mugshot on a digital wanted poster. In the mugshot, Marssi looks much younger and her hair is full and much longer, unlike her current short hairstyle that's shaved on the sides.
"You're wanted." Ahsoka said, smirking. "And that's a good thing?"

"Yeeeah, dude!" Marssi answered, wrapping her arm around Ahsoka's shoulders, walking with her. "It means I'mma tough mother fucker. Annnd look at that fat price on my head! I'm worth TONS."

Ahsoka looks at the bounty again, and her eyes widen when she sees that Marssi is worth 20 million credits dead or alive, which is very impressive to the Harrowers. Meaning that Marssi is going places.
"If that makes you happy," Ahsoka said, not really wanting to condone the things Marssi did to get a wanted poster. "Then I'm happy for you."

"You're a peach!" Marssi said with a big, dorky smile, and then - "Oh shit - is that racist?"

"Wh-what?!" Ahsoka asked with a laugh. "No??"

"Its just that peaches are orange inside. And you're orange."

Ahsoka just laughs, and then so does Marssi, and the two head to a landing pad outside of the apartment building where all of the speederbikes of the building's inhabitants are parked. The two get onto Marssi's starhawk bike together and leave the base for a ride to the Specterrium. Ahsoka and Marssi have become pretty good friends, as Marssi is a very friendly person, and very easy to get along with. She can also be a lot of fun, too, which Ahsoka appreciates from time to time, what with all of the fires in her life.

The Specterrium is the place to be for bounty hunters, mercenaries, criminal syndicates and similar types of people and organizations to gather for business, or shop for the best relevant items and gear from all corners of the Galaxy. Or perhaps to simply enjoy the immensely diverse selection of drinks and foods, and the lively atmosphere complete with a huge dance floor. But to even get inside, you have to either receive an invitation or have someone with enough credibility, such as a respected gang leader, like Bek Bender, vouch for you personally. And based on who's being vouched for, sometimes vouchers are simply denied anyway. Another way to get inside is as a client seeking bodies for some big job. But only clients that have something substantial work, like some crazy heist would even be considered. And even then, clients have to pay a huge fee, they would be watched closely and they could be there exclusively for business. The front entrance to the Specterrium is a huge, 4 foot thick, durasteel gate that goes up into the building, but there is also a smaller door that is part of that gate. And the entrance is guarded by two Dowutin men called the "Gorge Brothers," and they are both well over 7 feet tall, weigh over 500 pounds and they wear full body armor. And all Marssi and Ahsoka had to do was show the brothers their invitations and after they were confirmed to be real, the women were let inside.
The main hall of the dark temple ruins is huge, vaguely reminding Ahsoka of the Jedi temple on Coruscant. There are several different bars set up, and booths all over, surrounding a huge, squared dance floor and a second floor visible through windows, reserved for the VIPs - the most important players in these games. There are cages hanging from the ceiling with attractive women and men dancing, and more beautiful individuals walking around and serving drinks. The whole place is illuminated by dim lights that slowly change colors. The Specterrium is always loud with chatter and booming music, and people from every corner of the Galaxy gather in this diverse area. Pyke spice traders, Zygerrian slavers, Mandalorian warriors, liaisons and envoys for mega corporations, and even a Hutt here and there. Marssi is so happy to finally get inside to this mythic place. Especially after earning her way here and personally receiving an invitation. And one day she hopes to get into that second floor VIP lounge.
"Soka! Ya wanna dance with me?" She says, looking around in awe.

"We're here for work." Ahsoka answered. "Let's not get carried away."

"Fiiine." Marssi said.

The two search around the club for a bit, until they find a booth where Jinang, Dekker and Gyara are sitting with a sweaty, nervous looking Dofomian man. Dofomians are light, aqua-green near-humans, usually have white hair and they have a pair antennae on their foreheads. Since Maul died, Gyara has taken his place as the primary contractor. As the Harrowers' vice president, she has enough credibility to get by with all of work Maul left her. And she's here to discuss the next huge job for the club. The Dofomian man is a high ranking executive officer in Dofom's leadership, and part of the Separatist alliance. The mission is to steal top secret data from the respective headquarters of the Republic and the Separatists Felucia. He won't get into details beyond the fact that it's political, and the Harrowers don't care about politics. They just take the credits and get to work. But this Dofomian is definitely a pawn for the Izanami corporation... So Gyara goes over the details, and looks through a map and some data that the client provided, and then they part ways after a couple of hours of discussing the mission. Jinang and Gyara conducted themselves professionally, but the awkward tension they share could still be felt by the other Harrowers at the table. The Togruta packs up the data the client provided, and then sets a small plastic card on the table as she stood up.
"Enjoy yourselves, you've earned it." Gyara says. "This'll pay for a bit of fun. Marssi - stay the hell out of trouble."

"Yoooo!" Marssi said, grabbing the card as Gyara went off. "You guys wanna party? Will you guys dance with me? Huff some spice?"

"I'll pass on the spice." Jinang answered plainly. "But I'll dance with you."

Marssi smiled happily, and went off with Jinang close behind, and Ahsoka decided to go too. Dekker doesn't like this place very much. It's not his kind of vibe. But he's happy to see how much Marssi enjoys it. Coming to the Specterrium is her dream. As for Jinang and Ahsoka, they could both stand to loosen up a bit. Ahsoka has just been stressed out about the whole situation, and she is still very sad about Maul's death, so just having some fun would help. And Jinang has been very upset since he learned that Zorsia has been seeing Urowen, hooking up with the taller, more confident and much more attractive man right when the little warrior was going to tell the Chiss how he felt about her... It makes him so frustrated, and his stomach hurts, imagining them together. Jinang was hoping that she'd come to the Specterrium with him today, but she had other arrangements with Urowen instead... So he is going to try and let loose, and attempt to just enjoy spending time with Ahsoka and Marssi, dancing with them. He's never been much of a partier, but he's picked up some dance moves and can hold in a few drinks. Unfortunately though, Jinang just couldn't take his mind off of the disappointment of not telling Zorsia how he felt in time... He doesn't want to be here anymore, but Marssi loves it, and Jinang will stick around because it means a lot to his friend. Seeing how happy she is just to be here can put a genuine smile on his face. Despite Marssi's tendency to abuse substances, there is an odd wholesomeness to her. She's not trying to get anything from Jinang or Ahsoka, as in; her reasons for dancing with them are purely platonic. She just wants to have fun. And Jinang and Ahsoka are her best friends, and they both know how much it means to her to share this monumental moment in her life.