A celebration of two. (mandalorians, republic)

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Rianna Organa | @Antares Windu | @Kiskla Grayson @Joshua DragonsFlame @E`vi Sohl @Arla Balor @Emberli Garett, @Mia Monroe @Tracyn Ordo @Strider Garon @Gilamar Skirata @Verz Horak @Preliat Mantis @[member="Ordo"]




As everyone had began to move toward the bar .. she smiled at those she had yet to meet. However, it was time for her to go and give her wishes to the bride and groom. She refilled her glass of ale before moving toward Rianna and Ordo. She moved around the outside of the crowd until her stood beside Rianna. Iella had met Ordo before at the reconstruction of the Healers Halls. Although she did not have a lot of time with him that day, she remembered his face.

"Rianna you look stunning .. and your face tells me of your happiness and love. Ordo is it a pleasure to meet you again and I would like to bestow my best wishes to you both. I shall stay as you both have to entertain all your guests. But I noticed Master Sheltrak is here and I have yet to meet her", with those words she turned and looked for the beautiful woman.

She only just managed to catch sight of her moving out to the balcony.

The cool air of the evening soothed her face as Iella walked out on the balcony. Immediately she found Master Sheltrak alone by the railing. She approached and spoke. "Master Sheltrak, I have not had the pleasure of meeting you yet ... I am Iella E`ron", she said with a smile.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

@[member="Antares Windu"]
The blonde master nodded at her former student's request. To want to continue learning from her was flattering, considering her unorthodox pedagogical methods. "Of course Antares, as usual I'm at your knowledgeable disposal." She realized that he was a confident individual, and rightly so, but that didn't mean he shouldn't receive a compliment. Besides, music was filling the air and she didn't want to be a downer, no matter how she suddenly found this event to be very...gruelling. Had she really changed that much? She'd much rather have been working on her swordplay, or perhaps her recent venture with white current. She turned her attention back to the youth before her, and simpered knavishly. "And I know you'll do great things. No matter what anyone calls you."
She could probably make up an excuse. The Council of Reconciliation was classified to individuals of that sect, after all.

Speaking of name calling..Kiskla mentally muttered when a lumbering figure reappeared in her line of sight just over Antares' robed shoulder.
"If I could offer some advice for situations as this, since there's always opportunity to learn, make as many connections as you can." She unfolded her arms and brushed at imaginary dust clinging to her hips "Especially if Mandalorians have drinks in their hands. You'd be surprised where some pleasantries can get you." Kiskla, for one, was usually an excellent schmoozer should her mood implicate that it was the occassion for it. Maybe it was the dress, who knew, but she really wasn't feeling particularly social this evening. Which was a shame.
Maybe because last time she was at a party and dancing, she was the hostess and had ended up exchanging credentials with a Sith Lord. Awkward.

Ever curious, and ever willing to assist, the young woman side-stepped from her position and gave a slight pat to Antares' bicep as a parting motion. He was used to her switching focus without any forewarning; except this time the scent of ozone wasn't thick between them.

She cut off Marcello before he could rejoin herself and Antares' conversation. That was on a need-to-know basis and she wouldn't throw neither her Padawan's ego, nor her own under the bus like that.
"All cooled down?" She inquired innocently enough. As far as she knew, @[member="Marcello Matteo"] was uncomfortable in crowds hence his dedication to his squadron rather than Order pursuits and affiliations -- she'd also heard him say he needed air to Antares. No other justification required.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Iella E`ron"]

Leori turned upon hearing her name called, and smiled. "A pleasure to meet you, Iella. I'm Leori." She set down her drink before offering her hand. "It's a lovely day isn't it? A lovely day for a celebration."

It was indeed. It was just a little awkward for her. Though one would never know it. Leori was good at concealing her feelings. She picked up her drink again and took a sip.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]


'it is indeed, and Rianna and Ordo both look like they are the image of it", she said as she took her hand to shake. Iella turned to take in the view ... "This is nice, a good choice of you to come and seek the balcony".


She turned back to her .. "We do not see you around the Temple much, where are you stationed?", she said interested in Leori and her work.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Iella E`ron"]

"Rianna is the happiest I've seen her in a long time. It's nice to see her smiling all the time." Leori smiled too. "The bar was getting crowded, so I thought I'd check out the view."

Leori leaned against the rail sideways as the two Jedi chatted. "I'm working with Rianna at the Healer's Circle. I'm a nurse as well as a Force Healer. I don't do much at the temple other than sleep." She chuckled.

"What about you? Where are you stationed?"

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]


Iella took a sip of her ice cold ale as she listened to Leori, and a smile grew on her face.

"I generally go where I am needed, but mainly between Coruscant and Tython. I like to train myself and my Padawans there .. have you been to Tython? it truly is a beautiful place", she asked.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Iella E`ron"]

"I haven't been in many years." She replied. "Every few years I tour around the galaxy to provide Medical relief to worlds that desperately need it. I've only recently returned from a tour. I help out at the Healer's Circle, and wherever else I'm needed. I also haven't had a padawan in a long time. My former padawan is over at the bar there." She pointed to Marcello.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]


"Oh I see", she said turning to see Marcello another Master Iella believes she has not met. "Well it seems you do well with your Padawans as he is Master, you must be a good teacher".

She shifted her position back to view the surroundings. "Maybe it is time to find another?", Padawans do keep you mind of troubles.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Iella E`ron"]

Leori smiled. "Thank you, it is very kind of you to say. But, a padawan has to make progress on their own. I can only show them the way. His success is entirely of his own desire to learn."

She was silent for a moment. "Perhaps it is. A change would be welcome." Leori couldn't argue that she could use a change. "I will check in at the Temple when I return to Coruscant."

Maybe a padawan would keep her thoughts on moving forward and not thinking about the past. "Tell me more about you." She smiled.

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Emberli Garett"] @E'vi Sohl @Kiskla Grayson @Rasu Gan @Rianna Organa @Joshua DragonsFlame @Marcello Matteo @Antares Windu @Mia Monroe @Verz Horak @[member="Davin Starrunner"]

Aran rushed down the boarding ramp and thick armored boots pounded the duracrete as he raced along at high speed to get to his Buir's party. He had gotten everything done early with the help of some vode and he had just made it in. Besides, they were making roast shatual! Arangot to the doors and skidded to a stop to take a few breaths. He was in good shape and it wasn't long before he had composed himself. He was dressed as nice as he could be in his Armor. he pulled off his helmet and clipped it on his hip and adjusted his belt and weapon before walking into the party.

He had a grin ear to ear as he looked at all the people. He saw his Buir and the lovely Rianna, who was now his mum, which made his thought about her being lovely feel a little wrong. He scanned the room and looked at the lovely ladies. He quickly decided to go and talk to a pretty blond in a gold dress, until she turned around and he saw it was E'vi!

'Gross' he thought 'why couldn't she wear at least some armor so I can recognize her like Arla!'

Switching gears he decided to head for the food . He filled a plate of Shatua and spiced vegetables, and still forgot to say hi to his adopted Parents, while he headed out to eat on the balcony. He walked out chewing loudly and trying not to smile. It was the best food he had eaten in ages, galley food just didn't come close to this! He stepped out not noticing the two Jedi Masters (@[member="Leori Sheltrak"] and @Iella E'ron).

He was in the process of taking another bite when he looked up and saw the to gorgeous women standing in conversation. With filled cheeks he went wide eyed and turned red with embarrassment.

"Hiya..." he said swallowing down his food.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"] @[member="Aran Ordo"]

Leori had hit on a topic Iella does not like to talk about. Not that she is hiding anything, she just finds talking about herself not that interesting. "I am .. tired", she began being honest with the way she feels now. "The Wars .. have taken a toll but we will recover. I am enjoying the opportunity to be able to come and celebrate something wonderful".

Iella turned her head as someone approached and spoke. "Greetings" she replied to the man with his mouth full of food.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Aran Ordo"]

Leori nodded. "I feel the same way. Very tired. I've seen many casualties. But I am hopeful that one day we'll be enjoying peace. Celebration means we can escape for a little while."

They were joined by a man indulging himself with a great deal of food all at once. She turned and nodded to him before speaking. "Hello."

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello arched a curious eyebrow as Kiskla approached and asked him if he was cooled down. His initial instinct was to offer a witty, sarcastic retort...but wit seemed to fail him this time around. Instead, he simply nodded his head and smiled thinly. "I've never been all that great handling an abundance of gushing, blushing, and fawning, so yes the fresh air was great." The drink had probably done more to ease his nerves and slow his far-too-active mind than the fresh air, however. His past apprehensions with the subject aside, Marcello also knew that clearing his conscious would be the...best thing. Always a time and place for that...here at a party when Kiskla was, clearly, already a bit on edge was a terrible idea.

The young Jedi Master's perception of his reasons for not hanging out around some Temple were inaccurate, but it wasn't like he discussed it a great deal during their time together. Marcello had no reason to travel to Coruscant just to receive tasks or report their completion. He was a Jedi Master, he identified a need to act and acted. If the Council wished to assign him a task, they knew all too well how to contact him and, most of the time, where he was. Absent any direction, he was a self-starter. The Naboo native had been that way since birth...he had too.

As music had started being played, Marcello lifted his gaze to survey the crowd. It seemed most were gradually starting to settle into whatever their social element was. Marcello, however, was still hungry. Had he waited for Kiskla intentionally or just been preoccupied.

Irrelevant.

Offering the striking blonde his arm once more, Marcello motioned with his head towards the food. "Come on. I'm damn sure not about to let this free food go unconsumed. Who knows? I might even buy you a drink." With his free hand, Marcello made a motion like he knew what Kiskla was going to say. He didn't. "I know. You can't imagine how you ended up with such a gentleman of a suitor."

Marcello immediately regretted his choice of last word, but it was an internal regret that only manifested in the space of budding affection that he was convinced he could suffocate into non-existence.

Even Marcello could be stupid.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

Aran cleared his throat and smiled as he tried to pretend he hadn't been caught stuffing his face. He sat his plate on a low table and pulled of one of his gloves.

"Where are my manners?" He said in his slightly accented basic, as he stuck out his hand "I'm Aran."

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Aran Ordo"] @[member="Iella E`ron"]

Leori shook his offered hand. "A pleasure to meet you Aran. I'm Leori Sheltrak, a Jedi Healer."

She would let Iella introduce herself, since they'd only just met themselves. "How's the food?"

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"] @[member="Iella E`ron"]

'Leori? That is a pretty name.' He thought as he shook her hand kindly.

"The pleasure is mine I think, Leori Sheltrak Jedi Healer." He said with a grin.

'The Jedi should visit more often' he thought as he avoided looking at her dress. He would hate for people to think Ordo raised in mannered boys.

"The food is good IF you like a little spice in your day." He said with a grin.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Aran Ordo"]

She let go of his hand and smiled back.

"Hmm. Well I suppose a little spice won't kill me." Leori was still smiling. "Normally I'm a bantha steak kind of girl."

"So, what do you do Aran? And how do you know the newlyweds?"

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

"If. You like Bantha you're going to love shatual." He said a little relieved he hadn't made a fool of himself yet.

'She's nice' He thought for a moment before realizing he was just smiling like a fool.

"Oh ah sorry." Aran said "I am a commando but I do a lot of managing for Ordo. I know Ordo because he took me in and took care of me when I was younger. Ordo is just a nickname but don't tell him I told you."

Stop babbling Aran!

"And you work with Rianna, no doubt?"

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna moved away toward the endless food. Well she may have gone overboard, but it was a day she expected to never occur again. She picked up plates and began filling them. One thing she knew he loved good food, usually by his own hand but today was the exception. Rianna looked around again.

So many faces. A few that she was sad not to see, Hawk Solo was not there, Jon Burke, Adrianna , Faith, Theo, Dar. Yes seemed a lot if her family was not in attendance. Sad. But she would make the best of it.

She made her way back,Ord'ika, "Ner Cyar'ika, will you sing for me?" She loved the sound of his voice how it boomed filling a room, how sweet he could be and how much of a ruckus he could make! Yes. She loved it all.

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla didn’t know how dates to events worked. If she left, did she have to take Marcello? Did they have to stick together the entire time? She was used to operating alone; she’d evidenced that embarrassingly enough on Naboo when she and Darron were supposed to work together against a Sith attack. Whoops! If she wasn’t alone, she was the vanguard of a strike team or the teacher of a student. Both were fairly predisposed positions and there wasn’t much room for leeway or improvisation.

Arriving to a party with someone though..she had no guidelines for. No manual, and certainly no intuitive reactions. Especially when her desire to remain a part of the crowd was quickly fading; which was peculiar for the social butterfly. Maybe that Vong Poison wasn’t completely eradicated.

Speculations aside, her toned arm lifted to meet the offered nook. She realized when he commented about his inability to be around copious emotions, that she knew rather little about the spacer. Apart from the fact he was a strategic fighter, resourceful and practical, and a swell pilot, she had no idea why he was even a Jedi Master; which qualifications he had. Why he wasn’t present at either of the temples, or why he chose a more naval affiliation? She may have theoretically known him for three years, almost four, but that was having a run-in with him and then abstaining from any further contact due to separate paths. She really had no idea, nor did he considering he’d just offered to buy her a drink.

Unless it was champagne, the food was far more interesting.

“Don’t limit my imagination.”

Kiskla challenged, with what would have been a wink, but instead dipped her head and quicker her brow. The poor girl couldn’t wink smoothly — she’d never really practiced.

Being back in the crowds, her eyes never stopped moving. She couldn’t help it, it was now an innate reaction to entering any unfamiliar scenario. Dragonsflame, Sheltrak, E’ron and other Jedi were recognized. Most were engaged in conversations.

Speaking of conversations, Kiskla physically tightened while she walked when she caught wind of some words beside from her. Her pouted lips tucked together to prevent from snickering out loud. Apparently, the bride was requesting some song from her husband. To each their own, but the idea was laughable as far as the blonde considered; my goodness was this turning into more and more of a social struggle. It was obvious she’d found something worth reacting to and she turned to her companion, letting go to reach for a plate and hand one to him, before keeping her own.

“I’m really, really hoping he says yes.”

@[member="Marcello Matteo"]