Saftey First: The Nabooian Queen ~11ABY

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

CORUSCANT
midnight, local time

Sasseeri smiled tightly at a fan as she walked through the Queen toward a turbolift. Tick and Tock flanked her, as they usually did, their pale Twi'leki bulk deterring most people who might try to get close to the prowling half-breed.

"jI just want a drrjink," she scowled. "jI suppose that's too much to ask. jIn my own place!?" As her voice rose a startled server popped into her line of sight, a glass with two fingers of bourbon on a tray.

Sasseeri snatched it and the girl vanished. Ever since finding out that her ... step mother? was on Cloud City asking for her, she'd been in a foul mood. Granted, that had just been twenty minutes ago. It had even soured the afterglow of a particularly pleasant evening with one of her assistants.

Downing the drink she held out the glass and dropped it, Tick expertly catching it and removing it to the side. Sasseeri stalked to the balcony that overlooked the upper gaming floor, fuming silently as she stared down with unseeing eyes. What would Sirraaithi want from her, anyway? Assurances she wasn't going to make a claim on her money? The old bat had already relinquished all her business holdings to Taataani, anyway. Sass didn't have any delusions that there was any inheritance coming her way once Sirra finally croaked.

Her fingers tightened on the railing. "Trragonji, pull up a vjiew of Cumulus. Locate Sirraaithi Meorrrei. Show me what she's dojing."

"Certainly. Processing...."

Tock leaned toward her, another drink in his hand, and also a datapad. Sasseeri took both and retreated to her private booth, curling up to glare at the security footage of the elderly Cizeri eating lunch on Cloud City.


(ooc: OPEN to all who wish to be here, the Corellian BOMBINGS in Tyrena and Kor Vella, targeting commuter maglev trains before or during the morning commute will be occurring shortly and a THING will occur here at the casino and at ALL Sasseeri's casinos.)

[SYN]

Following behind Vigo Saseeri Reeouurra was like following in the wake of some great natural disaster. A tornado, perhaps. She left flustered staff and displaced patrons behind as she stalked her way across the room. She growled for refreshment, and it appeared immediately. SYN had taken the liberty of calling ahead to make sure that the expected luxuries were all in place and within arm's reach. It required much of his incredible processing power just to predict and account for the many different ways the volatile Vigo might proceed. Right now she was being especially chaotic, and there were too many tangents of possibility to prepare for them all.

"IF YOU'LL PARDON THE SUGGESTION, MA'AM. WE CAN HAVE HER REMOVED FROM THE CUMULUS IF YOU SO DESIRE? WE HAVE... MR. NAGA AVAILABLE TO ESCORT HER OUT."

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

"What? Oh, not yet. jI want to know what she's up to, fjirrst." Sasseeri's ears trembled a bit, and she glared at SYN. "Rrremodulate yourrr vojice, you'rrre too loud."

Sirraaithi and her elderly manservant, both older than death, were finishing up their meal, and Sasseeri tossed the padd aside. "Sanjis wjill take carrre of herrr." She thought about another drink, then shook her head. "On second thought, get Naga to the Cumulus. Just jin case."

[SYN]

"YES, MA'AM."

Turning away Syn activated his communication suite and established a connection directly to Tragoni, the security AI that was installed throughout several of Sasseeri's establishments. He did so loath such interactions. Tragoni was so very much beneath him but it was a necessity of this position he had installed himself into. Eventually he planned to usurp the AI and replace it with another fragment of himself, one that would imitate Tragoni as it was now, and so that no one would notice the difference. Such positions of control were the most ideal for his machinations.

[Tragoni, please send Enforcer Naga to escort the occupants of Table Six out of the Cumulus Casino]

[Tragoni]

Command accepted.

://:rebooooOOootttttttttt....:://|::

Security Lockdown Initiated.

[Alienor Vankar]

Her latest visit to Coruscant had been filled with a handful of concerts at various venues; as well as taking care of some business on the side, especially as she was now involved in some of her life partner's projects. While she was only scheduled to give a performance at the Nabooian Queen two nights from now, Alienor had decided to stop by and get a feel for the place - along with a few drinks, that evening. Sadly, Tonyh's presence was requested elsewhere for some networking and contracts purposes. Good thing that the casino was full of entertaining options.

The blonde had been enjoying herself taking the crowd in, and profusely sampling the cocktail menu. She hadn't left her booth as much as she had originally thought but there was something about her headscape and the atmosphere that gave her spurs of inspiration. She had been spending the last few hours drinking and jotting notes down for future projects, whether tour ideas or melodies to explore. Many said that tragedy fueled creativity but she had to say that being in a happier place had made her almost the most creative she had ever been, which said a lot with her brain running a few parsec per minutes at times!

Her comlink dinged with a message from Tonyh who was also done for the night. She let him know she was finishing a few things and he offered to stop by the casino to grab one last drink before they headed back to their hotel. Grinning, she agreed to the plan and returned her attention to her notes after flagging a waitress for another cocktail.

No way she was going to let that inspiration scamper off before she had got everything she could from it!

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Sasseeri caught sight of her headliner for the Queen's upcoming concert, Alienor Tankreyd, sitting in a booth nearby. The woman flagged down another drink and returned to her... studying, or whatever it was she was doing. "Make surrre Ms. Tankrrreyd gets whateverrr she wants," the Vigo barked at Syn. "Can't have herrr postjing anythjing but the most glowjing endorrrsements on the holonet."

She turned away from the view and retreated toward her private office. The door did not open for her. As she pushed against the automatic sliding glass doors that refused to budge, her commlink buzzed.

"Yes?" Sasseeri snapped, shoving Tick with one hand and pointing emphatically at her office door. "What jis jit?"

"Boss, the front doors just locked and the overrides aren't working. I've got a lot of pissed off patrons down here."

"Just hand everryone frree play coupons and get the doorrrs open!" Irritated, she hung up, crossing her arms and glaring at her Twi'leki bodyguards whose immense strength was no match for her office door, apparently.

Her commlink went off again. "Ms. Reeouurraa, the turbolifts have all stopped. Some of them between floors."

"Rrun the overrjide!"

"Of course we did that already, I--"

"Who jis thjis? What's yourr name? jI need to know whjich prrofound jidjiot jI need to fjirrre."

"We'll get them running again, sorry to bother you ma'am."

The line went dead, and Sasseeri flipped her commlink to Tock, who caught it easily. "Tragoni - unlock the doorrrs and djiagnose the jissue wjith the turboljifts."

Tick and Tock left the unmovable office door alone and stood still, listening for the security AI's reply.

"Tragoni!" After another pause, Sasseeri stomped her foot. "What the fuck jis gojing on?!"

[SYN]

Without a word the thin droid nodded his head and stepped away from the trio, moving across the floor and down the stairs to the same level as Ms. Tankreyd. In addition to keeping Sasseeri abreast of the happenings of the establishment, SYN's duties often included those of hospitality. Taking care of the VIPs, smoothing over those who had lost big, and of course being fully capable of comping meals and providing free services. Whatever was needed to keep everything running smoothly. Like a machine, if you will. Sasseeri would prefer to be involved in as little as possible.

It was quite the mutual agreement. After all, it gave him much more freedom to pursue his own interests in the course of his duties.

Intercepting the waiter bringing the young lady's drink, SYN scooped the tray and bubbling cocktail from him and made his way alone to the secluded booth. Taking only a moment to indulge in the hubris of smoothing out his sculpted hair.

"YOUR BEVERAGE, MS. TANKREYD." With well oiled machinery he transitioned the glass from the serving tray to the tabletop, with a flourish of his hand as he retreated. "IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE I CAN GET FOR YOU?"

There was a buzzing in his internal comms. Something was going on. Calls were being made. He would have to wait until he had a moment away from the clients to investigate.

[Alienor Vankar]

Alienor hummed some new-ish melodies to herself as she lost herself into her new notes, juggling various documents on her device. She suddenly got a voice message flagged as important from Tonyh, whom she had just expected to walk in and find her. She hit the play button and she frowned at what he said, and especially at how the message cut. What the frell was going on?

She looked up and around the area, nothing seeming quite out of the ordinary at first glance. She eventually saw people by one of the lifts further away and there seemed to be a problem based on the facial expressions and annoyed gestures.

As if on cue, she saw a droid bring a tray with her latest drink. She noticed he addressed her by name, likely meaning he was attached to the management, as so far she had just been a patron among others, despite not hiding who she was. That was a surprising development she would have just taken in stride as she was scheduled to perform that same week.

"Thank you."

When he asked if she needed anything else, she saw the perfect segue into inquiring about what the hell might be up. For now she was fine staying put, especially as she had already assessed where the various exits were when she had chosen that booth as some habits died hard.

"My partner was supposed to join me for a last drink; but he left me a message saying that he couldn't get in, along with other patrons, and then it cut off. Is there a problem?"