Session export: Runaway Luxury
***Welcome to the SoroSuub 3000-class luxury yacht, the Orbitary Wealth. This transport for the rich, famous, or lucky few is known for its in-flight entertainment and amenities. On the main deck, you will find the Promenade where our Grand Atrium, casino, and restaurant can be found. You will never have to worry about seeing our staff as the sub-deck is reserved for ship systems and engineering, with maintenance hatches to keep the unsightly away from your experience.
The passenger quarters is the top deck and separated into First Class, Crew Quarters, Laundry, and Economy.
We thank you for investing in us for your travel get-away, and hope you treat this like your home…away from home.***
“`The ship hums at a constant pitch, quickly falling away into the white noise as countless patrons go about their personal activities. Most notably, the casino is full of the wealthy and well-dressed, actively engaged in games of cards and slots, betting on spinning wheels and chance. The Grand Atrium hosts the main thoroughfares as the lifts lead to and from the passenger deck.
At the same time, somewhere deep in the cargo bay, a worker is about to set off a chain reaction he would never be able to account for, lost to the music of his headset while moving crates.”`
Einhardt stood behind Masahiro as the “Jedi” sat at a sabacc table in his usual attire, a set of full plate armor, much to the dismay of the security team of the Orbitary Wealth. He was assigned to watch over the VOICE of the Brotherhood as Clan Odan-Urr didn’t fully trust the Royal Guard fully and who better to be a symbol of protection than someone claiming to be a knight. His shield was slung on his back and he rested his left hand on the hilt of the “sword” at his waist.
On the stool right by Masahiro, a young pantoran female had a rather bored expression on her face. The ball of her feet was on the edge of the stroll as her chin rested on her knees.
This yacht didn’t even have a pool. Or a library. She glanced over to her dad, I’m going to check out the resturant. What do you want?
Snacks.
There was a moment of pause before, what kind?
Yes.
Amara scoffed as she rolled her eyes and slid off the stool. She adjusted her shoulder bag to make sure it was right at her hip. The Tribune started to make her way towards where the restaurant would be. Masahiro would know her enough that she would bring a bit of everything for him.
Somehow.
A wry smile passed from the Sephi-Arkanian to his daughter as she made her way off for food, before he checked his shoulder for his ever-present guardian. He questioned if it was that Odan-Urr didn’t trust the Royal Guard, or if they no longer trusted him since he had become Voice, after all their tenuous peace with the Vatali Empire had devolved into full-blown warfare, with Hoth and Sunrider both staging guerilla strikes across Daleem and Solyiat, while the temple was left in the middle of their conflict.
“You know, you can sit, Einhardt. The likelihood of someone else trying to kill me right now? Pretty low. There’d have to be a stampede, localized entirely in the casino, this time of the year, for that to even be a consideration.” He jested, as he tossed one of his cards into the interference field and signaled the dealer.
As the dealer rounded the table, the inevitable happened. A Sabacc shift, enough to change the value of his hand for the better, but not enough to beat the Idiot’s Array the Sullustan at the far end of the table threw down.
A losing hand, but a small tax compared to the Human who looked like he just lost everything.
“I think I’ll go in for one more hand, maybe two depending on how long Amara takes.”
Vael stood out among the crowd as he entered the gambling hall, his alabaster skin and scarring drawing the attention of those nearby as he passed.
His suit was black and gold, an unofficial uniform representing his usual charge. Though the Grandmaster was not aboard, he had sent Vael in his stead to watch over the gathering. With not only a member of the Council present, but other members of the Brotherhood aboard as well, he had implied the need for someone capable of serving as his eyes and ears.
In truth, the Grandmaster had simply wanted an opportunity to slip off Arx undetected to visit a particular Firrerreo, without his usual guard accompaniment.
The Arkanian reached for a glass offered by a passing waiter. Taking the glass in his grip without raising it to his lips.
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“` Despair and greed in equal measure permeated the Sabacc table. As ever, the shifting temporal nature of the game left much to the fates, adding to its addictive nature.
As the dealer shuffled and prepared the next set, the Human with disastrous luck was replaced with a rather well-fed Twi'lek His oily montrails slapped against his heft as he dropped onto his seat. The dealer acknowledged the new entrant as their chits were added to the beginnings of the pile.
A server came by with a beverage tray and offered it to those at the table.
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“` The restaurant was bustling with activity, both those at the seating tables and the separated "to-go” counter. A variety of exotic sounding meals, appetizers, and drinks filled out the offerings. The prices weren’t listed, of course. Those on the ship could afford it and didn’t need to ask. Also most offerings were included in the initial cost of the ticket. It was only the more…restricted options that had an additional cost. And that would have to be requested specifically.
The line for the counter is short, compared to those waiting to be seated.
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The waiter nodded in greeting to Vael as the glass was taken, not dallying before continuing their rounds. The den itself was a thing of luxury, with opulent water features and sight lines that provided a false sky that could be seen through viewports to give a sense that they weren't actually in space.
“I told you to pay attention!” the shift manager roared.
“I was, man! It’s not my fault the thing shifted its weight around on the lift!”
“Oh it’s not? If you were following proper safety guidelines you wouldn’t have exceeded the recommended load and given it the chance to be shifted!”
“` The argument between workers was taking place next to an overturned lift with several crates knocked over next to it. Hidden in the shadows, four eyes reflected the faint light like tiny mirrors before blinking, leaving the glint of sharp claws as it slunk away.
The voices grew louder as a third man in an orange safety vest approached. ”`
“Ho there, boyos. Bob here, eh? GOSHA safety supervisor on duty, don'tcha know? Gonna need you boys to come with me to fill out some forms.”
The pair groaned loudly, knowing that forms were never a quick thing when it came to Galactic Occupational Safety and Health Administration compliance.
Einhardt watched as Amara walked away in the direction of the restaurant before turning his attention back to Masahiro.
“I am aware that I can sit, I am choosing not to. I’ve never been comfortable in these… prätentiöse orte.”
A bead of sweat trickled the side of Amara’s head as she frowned at the menu. She can’t see the prices of these items.
It’s fine. Dad should have enough. He did get the tickets. Is that how this works? Amara mentally fretted for a bit longer as she shifted her shoulder bag to move to front of her waist.
The blue skinned female got out her datapad and typed out the order. Once she was next in line, the magenta-haired hybrid flashed a smile as she showed them the datapad. There’s a line of greeting and hope that they were having a good day. Then the next line of orders. Amara hoped she had this right and it would be about 2-3 bags worth of food to carry.
Vael did what he could to ease the tension in his shoulders, attempting to put on the airs of someone relaxed and contemplative as he watched one of the viewports. Every instinct told him to leave the gambling hall, return to his quarters, and not come out until his next meal.
“I’m on a luxury yacht… I could just get room service.”
As the server came by with drinks, the white-haired half-Sephi shook his head. Silver-green eyes took in those around the table, the new addition unsettled him slightly and caused him to hesitate for a moment before he anted up for the next set.
A gentle sigh escaped him as he rolled his knuckles across the tabletop.
“Einhardt,” he chuckled, “you really need to find a woman, or maybe a man, maybe even just a therapist, someone to help you get rid of that tension.”
“`As the ongoing enjoyment of the amenities carried on, there was suddenly a flicker in the localized lighting systems. A few panicked exclamations accompanied it, but overall there was little more than hushed whispers of concern.
Everything seemed to return to normal before a few bing-bongs rang out and called for attention, followed by a robotic announcement.”`
“We apologize for the disruption. We are experiencing localized disturbances in the power grid and our excellent support teams are working to resolve the situation. Additionally, we ask that all passengers avoid the cargo hold until told otherwise. Thank you.”
Amara raised an eyebrow as she noticed the lights flickered. Majority of the people turned their heads to a certain direction so she followed and saw the screen.
Her jaw dropped a bit at seeing the scrolling text fly by. Now, she did not expect for this yacht to even consider accessibility. She let out a huff of amusement while she let her curious thoughts fly to what could possibly happen at the cargo hold. With a shrug, she grabbed the bags and thanked the server.
The hungry Jedi started to make her way back to the gambling hall, hoping to find her father still in the same spot and that weird dude.
“Of all the people who’s advise on that I would listen to, you are not one of them sir.” As notification played out Einhardt stared at Masahiro. “You spoke, something, into existence it seems.” He made some minute adjustments to his posture, getting ready on the off chance whatever was happening in the cargo hold turned out to be something more. “Wake up the Kriegsrabbe and have it perform a scan of the cargo hold, just in case.” A throaty, gurglely croak was all he got in reply from his suit’s AI.
“One would think of anyone’s advice you should take on the matter, I am—” the Jedi shot back, as a smirk crept over his face.
His snark would be short-lived, however, as the alarms sounded as Einhardt’s comment cut him to the quick. Feigning injury, Masahiro sighed wistfully as he folded his hand and stood from the table, silver-green eyes on the watch for his daughter.
“So it would seem,” he exclaimed, “you’re already a step ahead, I see.”
“`On the surface, everything continued as usual, despite the announcement. Everything was fine. Of course it was. They said so…right?
Meanwhile, Einhardt’s command resulted in a scan of the cargo hold. The response was as expected: multiple bio signatures detected, all contained within the holding. Except the few that just slipped out of scan range as they were being registered.
But that was fine. Right?”`
“Report: Multiple non-humanoid signals are leaving the cargo hold.” The suit’s AI croaked at Einhardt. Ignoring the snark from the Jedi he sent more commands to the robot to try to get visuals on the situation in the cargo hold. “Things are about to get annoying. Something just left the cargo hold, and it’s not humanoid.”
Masahiro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he stared down his escort.
“Anything besides ‘not humanoid’ or is your droid only good for smashing things?” He asked.
A growing sense of dread pushed into the back of the Jedi’s mind as he replayed the announcement in the back of his head again.
“Quickest route between cargo hold and here?”
They had return. With boxes and bags, more than she can carried. Amara looked at the server, a bit flabbergasted. Just how big was the food?!
She quickly gestured to an empty table that a pale looking man was sitting and quietly enjoying his drink. She gave him a look of apology while typing on their comm.
So sorry! I just need the table for a hot minute.
Then once he read it, she moved to messages and started the message to send to her father.
Dad, I am not carrying all this. The portions are bigger than I thought. Amara rapidly typed on her comm and sent it to Masahiro.
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