Post by Vako on Mar 26, 2012 15:41:20 GMT -5
“Ra za malako ruo!!!”
A bloody Weequay yelled out raising his fists in the air. Behind him there lay on the floor another Weequay, but his face was far more battered and bruised. Around him there were others like him, who all began to congratulate him on tenderizing his opponents face so successfully. The large multitude of other races took notice of the fight, though none were as congratulatory as his fellow Weequay. But a fight on the dance floor was far from uncommon at one of Dalgot’s parties.
The “Celebration Hall”, as Dalgot had named it when he had the palace built, was massive. It was large enough to fit a pair of decent sized light freighters in, and still have a bit of room left over. The dance floor alone was the size of a landing pad. The main entrance into the room was through two large double doors, with a set of guards standing out front. It led there from a long hallway which ran straight to the front of the palace.
At the left wall there was a huge bar that ran half the length of the room. It had bottles on its shelves of every color one could think of, and over a dozen bartenders frantically trying to keep up with the unending orders for more drinks. Every few seconds a serving slave would run up with a platter and glasses would be set down upon it. Then they’d go running back into the crowd trying to find the ones that ordered it. On the other side of the room there was a large counter with food being placed on it in a great buffet style. Through a small hole one could see a kitchen, where an army of chefs prepared fine food in mass quantities. Just beside it sat remarkable cluster of tables, benches, and chairs. Most of them were in use, but others were just tipped over and lying on the floor. Creatures of every shape and size were there feasting on the food that was being prepared very close by.
The lights in the Celebration Hall were dimmed down, but flashed through many different variations ranging from orange and blue to green and red. At the right side of the room on a raised platform there was a band of musicians. The mixed species group played very upbeat music and had an impressive system linked in so that all could hear. Though it couldn’t be seen, an energy shield protected them from stray laser blasts. Dalgot had it put in, after an incident at a previous party where someone had shot the group leader and the music all sounded a bit off for the rest of the night. This was something he had opted to avoid in the future, and so he installed a shield.
Straight at the back of the room, there was a ramp that led up to a balcony. The balcony however had no railing around it. There were many people on it, but the most prominent was Dalgot the Hutt himself. A drink in one hand, and a fist full of brown much in the other, he stuffed his face. His deep laugh could be heard from all around as he told stories of his days as a pirate to a group of people that were gathered around him.
The Celebration hall was filled with people. No one really knew how many, but the number was easily in the thousands. There was no organization amongst them. Different species, big and small, moved passed each other. Some places were more crowded then others, but the bar and tables remained fairly easy to navigate. The dance floor was where the bulk of the people were. Not everyone was dancing there, some were just standing in clumped clusters, laughing and yelling. All around beautiful woman slave and not, were around. Dalgot kept his guests happy, and that usually was a great help.
People there varied immensely. Some were clearly rich, high class and proper as they wore fine clothing and stayed away from the poorer looking people. Others looked like they’d just gotten out of a fighters pit, wearing nothing but pants and the scars on their bodies. Many carried weapons visibly on their person, and looked like they could tear durasteel in half with their teeth. Others seemed small and frail to the point where if you breathed on them too hard they’d collapse. But everyone there knew what they were getting into, and few would risk it if they weren’t prepared.
Hovering three feet off the ground, Vako made his way from the buffet towards the bar. In his right hand there was a plate which was loaded with a wide variety of food that one could eat with their fingers. His gray skinned face with white tattoos shown differently with the many colors the passed over the people. After two seconds of trying to dodge through people, Vako flapped his wings strongly and began to fly over everyone in front of him. He wasn’t the only creature there with wings, and he noticed another person flying over the crowd with bug like wings the same moment he was. Still it was an advantage that he had which he readily used.
He came in close to the bar, and moved the rest of the way at the usual three feet. The armada of stools that were in front of the bar was of no concern to him, he was fine with hovering the way he was. He moved his eyes around to find a bar tender and set the plate of food down as he did. To his right came running up a human in brown clothing.
”Ta’nch ib conzotu.” Vako ordered in Huttese ”Sal’uvo du” holding his hand up to show the size of the drink he wanted, which seemed rather large. It was however not an intoxicating drink, merely something to give him energy. Being a Toydarian, Vako needed a lot of food and drink that was high in energy so that he could maintain his metabolism. It was quite common for his species and he took a bite from his plate as he waited.
Vako moved the small blaster rifle that was slung around his back just behind his right arm. He knew well enough to bring it to a place like this. The first time he’d been there was while he was still with “The Black Rock Brigade”, and there had been a full on shoot out between a few of the guests outside. Vako wasn’t involved, but he knew better then to pack light.
Behind him the bar tender came back up, a red drink in his hand. As it was set down Vako snatched it up between his three fingers and said nothing to the man. He took a drink from it, and as he did he took a moment to attempt to count how many bottles were on the shelf just in front of him.
A bloody Weequay yelled out raising his fists in the air. Behind him there lay on the floor another Weequay, but his face was far more battered and bruised. Around him there were others like him, who all began to congratulate him on tenderizing his opponents face so successfully. The large multitude of other races took notice of the fight, though none were as congratulatory as his fellow Weequay. But a fight on the dance floor was far from uncommon at one of Dalgot’s parties.
The “Celebration Hall”, as Dalgot had named it when he had the palace built, was massive. It was large enough to fit a pair of decent sized light freighters in, and still have a bit of room left over. The dance floor alone was the size of a landing pad. The main entrance into the room was through two large double doors, with a set of guards standing out front. It led there from a long hallway which ran straight to the front of the palace.
At the left wall there was a huge bar that ran half the length of the room. It had bottles on its shelves of every color one could think of, and over a dozen bartenders frantically trying to keep up with the unending orders for more drinks. Every few seconds a serving slave would run up with a platter and glasses would be set down upon it. Then they’d go running back into the crowd trying to find the ones that ordered it. On the other side of the room there was a large counter with food being placed on it in a great buffet style. Through a small hole one could see a kitchen, where an army of chefs prepared fine food in mass quantities. Just beside it sat remarkable cluster of tables, benches, and chairs. Most of them were in use, but others were just tipped over and lying on the floor. Creatures of every shape and size were there feasting on the food that was being prepared very close by.
The lights in the Celebration Hall were dimmed down, but flashed through many different variations ranging from orange and blue to green and red. At the right side of the room on a raised platform there was a band of musicians. The mixed species group played very upbeat music and had an impressive system linked in so that all could hear. Though it couldn’t be seen, an energy shield protected them from stray laser blasts. Dalgot had it put in, after an incident at a previous party where someone had shot the group leader and the music all sounded a bit off for the rest of the night. This was something he had opted to avoid in the future, and so he installed a shield.
Straight at the back of the room, there was a ramp that led up to a balcony. The balcony however had no railing around it. There were many people on it, but the most prominent was Dalgot the Hutt himself. A drink in one hand, and a fist full of brown much in the other, he stuffed his face. His deep laugh could be heard from all around as he told stories of his days as a pirate to a group of people that were gathered around him.
The Celebration hall was filled with people. No one really knew how many, but the number was easily in the thousands. There was no organization amongst them. Different species, big and small, moved passed each other. Some places were more crowded then others, but the bar and tables remained fairly easy to navigate. The dance floor was where the bulk of the people were. Not everyone was dancing there, some were just standing in clumped clusters, laughing and yelling. All around beautiful woman slave and not, were around. Dalgot kept his guests happy, and that usually was a great help.
People there varied immensely. Some were clearly rich, high class and proper as they wore fine clothing and stayed away from the poorer looking people. Others looked like they’d just gotten out of a fighters pit, wearing nothing but pants and the scars on their bodies. Many carried weapons visibly on their person, and looked like they could tear durasteel in half with their teeth. Others seemed small and frail to the point where if you breathed on them too hard they’d collapse. But everyone there knew what they were getting into, and few would risk it if they weren’t prepared.
Hovering three feet off the ground, Vako made his way from the buffet towards the bar. In his right hand there was a plate which was loaded with a wide variety of food that one could eat with their fingers. His gray skinned face with white tattoos shown differently with the many colors the passed over the people. After two seconds of trying to dodge through people, Vako flapped his wings strongly and began to fly over everyone in front of him. He wasn’t the only creature there with wings, and he noticed another person flying over the crowd with bug like wings the same moment he was. Still it was an advantage that he had which he readily used.
He came in close to the bar, and moved the rest of the way at the usual three feet. The armada of stools that were in front of the bar was of no concern to him, he was fine with hovering the way he was. He moved his eyes around to find a bar tender and set the plate of food down as he did. To his right came running up a human in brown clothing.
”Ta’nch ib conzotu.” Vako ordered in Huttese ”Sal’uvo du” holding his hand up to show the size of the drink he wanted, which seemed rather large. It was however not an intoxicating drink, merely something to give him energy. Being a Toydarian, Vako needed a lot of food and drink that was high in energy so that he could maintain his metabolism. It was quite common for his species and he took a bite from his plate as he waited.
Vako moved the small blaster rifle that was slung around his back just behind his right arm. He knew well enough to bring it to a place like this. The first time he’d been there was while he was still with “The Black Rock Brigade”, and there had been a full on shoot out between a few of the guests outside. Vako wasn’t involved, but he knew better then to pack light.
Behind him the bar tender came back up, a red drink in his hand. As it was set down Vako snatched it up between his three fingers and said nothing to the man. He took a drink from it, and as he did he took a moment to attempt to count how many bottles were on the shelf just in front of him.