A Change of Pace [CIS Dominion of Nar Kaaga]

[Una Gal]

She laced her fingers through his, shrugging at his question. She had no idea who to talk to and it seemed that everyone else was pre-occupied. There was nothing to do for either of them. Una smiled as she took the drink, taking her first sip with incredible gusto. She had been waiting a while to feel the settling tingle in her fingers from the alcohol. There were no new faces that interested her and no passing conversation that took her fancy. Instead she simply stood there, holding his hand in hers with a rather dazed smile plastered on her face. Nothing could spoil today, except for the stench of vomit that seemed to be making itself apparent. "Perhaps we should just stick to ourselves..." She glanced up at Oryuken.

@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

 

[Darth Metus]

"Well, you could have called love." he said jokingly. Seeing as though there was still a racket coming from the Great Hall, the Mandalorian laced his fingers through his beloved's and guided her further down the corridor. There was no particular destination in sight. In fact, Isley would have preferred to simply get lost with the one he loved. The Banquet, though full of a drunken man's episode, was going exceptionally well and was a fitting celebration to herald a new world's addition to the Confederacy. But, the thing that Isley was most pleased about? Seeing @[member="Phoebe Verd"] wearing that dress again. "A tour? Well, I don't know my way around...so how's about we just wander about..."

 

[M4N-SDD]

@[member="Isley Verd"]
M4N-SDD had taken to following Verd as some form of bodyguard during this meeting of organics.his prinary objective was to ensure the safety of tge organic known as Isley Verd, whilst his secondary was to not initiate combat. This lead M4 to believe that an Organic verbal exchange was due to take place, and it would hold importance to the Confederacy of independent Organics. In order to ensure that he wasn't going to be a source of combat, the three metric tonne droid spoke in hisnusual, booming and resonant voice.

<ORGANICS. DO NOT BE ALARMED. NON COMBAT MODE OPERATIVE. THERE IS NO REASON FOR WORRY. BE CALM ORGANICS.>

No doubt that the sudden loud voice behind isley would cause a fair few people to jump, and certainly stop being calm, but M4 felt it was within the parameters of his secondary objective to ensure that everyone was calm.

 

[CC-848 Jon]

Jon had just gotten away from conversation and another potential schutta came strolling along towards him. He turned his body half way towards her, redhead with a ponytail, good for pulling when in a fight. He'd keep that in mind, he held nothing in his hands, but looked upon the girl. "Keep walking or shut your mouth and drink." He spoke bluntly, he didn't want to talk. He didn't want to converse, he didn't want to socialise on any level. His eyes lingered on her gingerly for but a moment to see how she would react.

@[member="Ruusan"]

 

[Phoebe Draclau]

"I like the sound of that," she smiled as she lightly brought their hands up so she could kiss his. She missed him terribly when he was gone and yes the drunken fool was funny but Phoebe much rather spend time with the one she loved than do anything else.

"I doubt that anybody will notice we are gone." She had wore that dress because it was special to her in so many ways. It was the one @[member="Isley Verd"] had found her in. She loved him more than anything and was glad that he got to see him in here. "We can get lost together," she grinned as they took a corner.

 

[Kaprosuchus96]

"Oh, stakling you, most definitely." she grins, sittingdown beside him, taking another long drink from her whiskey, shaking her head, "No. I did get your message just as I was done making an.. Errand." she sighed, sipping more from her drink, "And the name has changed now? What's this one mean hmm?" She leaned down on the table, cocking her head to thes side. She felt kinda bad about the man having left, "It'll get better, Commander. Just gotta believe it will." she flashed a reassuring smile at him.


@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="CC-114 Una"]

He looked down at Una and shrugged. He could not imagine sticking with anyone else.

"I can live with stuck together." He said holding his drink in one hand and her hand in the other.

"Do we have to go soon?" He asked worried it was all going to end and he would wake up and be confused again. Maybe he would get fixed someday. "Cuz I wanna stay with you."

 

[Revenchent]

"I figured as much." Calico huffed a quiet laugh, making mental notes not to pay heed to any of the others. They were all having romance contests and, well, that wasn't something he wanted, nor had the right to stick his head into. "The errand go over alright? Cargo didn't complain about bad in-flight service?" He leaned back into his chair, eying the table they sat at to keep himself distracted.

"And yes, I have a lot of names for you. Don't worry, it's a term of affection in Mando'a." Calico tilted his head toward the Faleen, trying to gauge what her motives were. Credits were likely, perhaps it was a chance to get closer to Krest, but the question still tugged at the back of his mind; especially given the position she now held.

"I have faith, oddly enough. He'll turn out fine. If I can't do it, someone else will. Whether it'll be one of his brothers or a pretty young lady, doesn't matter to me." He paused, raising a brow. "Y'know, you never told me your last name."

@[member="Ven"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="CC-848 Jon"]

She downed her drink and pulled her hand back ready to break it on the clone's head. She held back and shook her head.

"Have it your way Mir'oisk" she said turning around, "they probably didn't clone what I was looking for right anyway."

Ruusan walked away and lit a cigar.

"Karking clones!."

 

[CC-848 Jon]

"Looking for? And a damned back street schutta like yourself would know what she's looking for. Apologies on behalf of the CIS, we don't make sugar daddy clones." A smile crossed his face as his fists clenched and he taunted the girl, he wanted a fight. His blood was boiling for one, he needed this. He stretched a little as he waited for a reaction, his hand falling to his side as he readied his body for pain.

@[member="Ruusan"]

 

[Serian Loria]

He would have answered Isabet, but Abel intruded upon his mind and the manner snapped the tenuous control he had. The aura he had long kept hidden away from the start of their partnership shattered and that gaping maw reared up and laced his mind-voice. He’d hand his hand on the railing, the stone broke with a crack Don’t you dare speak to me like that, you know NOTHING of what lays within my heart, how dare you assume you think to know what’s best for me. My path is MINE to choose and no one will dictate to me where it lay.

His lit ruby gaze blazed, glowing in the night like the eyes of a demon, the visage of the Master he used to be fully unfurled visible even to Isabet, he severed the connection before he lashed out. He sucked in a sharp breath, a hand rising to cover his eyes, he jerked away and strode out the door dragging the beast back behind a wall, he left through the double doors in haste trying to put distance between him and everyone, including his apprentice. When he felt he was far enough he drew in a ragged breath, shame gnawed at him and he felt guilty for snapping at him like he had. Abel...I...I’m taking a walk, please...forgive me.

He leaned against a building shaking, he would stay away from the party till it was over, perhaps by then he could face the man again. It was one thing to have walked away, but to break the conditioning? To not feel the need to smack down any challenge? That was another matter altogether and he had nearly killed him again. What he needed was to face a force who could go toe to toe with him so that he could release the pressure that had built up inside. Someone who he could spend himself against, to let it all out and burn down to ash, for he was a ticking time-bomb waiting to blow.




@[member="Abel Denko"] @[member="Isabet Kote"] @[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="CC-848 Jon"]

"You stupid son of a schutta lovin, kark!" She said as she turned around.


CIS sugar daddy clones? She'd give him some karking sugar. She turned and threw her glass at his head and ran to try and spear him to the ground.

 

[Kaprosuchus96]

[SIZE=10pt]“The, ah, errand went well. I’m sure it wanted to upset itself and I have a feeling it really doesn’t like me and was glaring at me the whole time.” She kept her voice quiet, shrugging, “It’s creepy.” She leans back once more and sips from her whiskey, cocking her head to the side, [/SIZE]“Oh, I don’t doubt it’s in any unkind, I’m just curious as to what they mean. Curiosity is half of my lifeblood after all.”[SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]She swirled her drink, watching him, cocking her head to the side, biting her lip, [/SIZE]“I uh.. Don’t have one.”[SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]She was close to trusting Calico at this point but not with her past. Give away her last name and she gives away her past, and she was not about to do that. "Not that I know of," she was outright lying at this point. "Last names weren't very prominant back with my family."


@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Revenchent]

"Glad you showed him some common courtesy." He let a larger smile slip. His mood was starting to brighten once more. "It can mean anything from little sister to something akin to a lover. It's very broad. A lot of Mando'a is."

Calico pushed up from his chair, and offered Ven a hand. "You don't have one? That's a bit odd, but I'll roll with it." His shoulders lifted in a slight shrug. "You brought your crate right? I have an engagement with a world that just decided to raise the CIS banner. Some kind of party. Fly me there, I don't have to pay a toll, you get to visit a beach, deal?"

Better than waiting for a shuttle to take off.

"And...I suppose we'll just have to get you a surname then."

@[member="Ven"]

 

[CC-848 Jon]

Jon smiled with glee as he gained the reaction he wanted and a glass was thrown at him, he batted it away with the armour of his gauntlet and waited for the girl to come at him. "Bring it on!" He said raising his right fist up into a defensive position, his left hand holding a knife behind his back in a reverse grip. Once she got close, he'd gut her like a fish and throw her in the ditches where she belonged.

@[member="Ruusan"]

 

[Tia`ser Verd]

@[member="Serian Loria"] @[member="Isley Verd"] @[member="Abel Denko"]

Tia was very very late and feeling like she did not really want to be here, but it afforded more time to spend with her father and get to know more of her family. Some of which she had yet to meet. She quickly walked along the corridor toward the celebrations. Dressed in her golden [/URL]">gown which she held up with her hands to raise the skirt to walk faster, she approached the doors .. then she saw her Master, but she halted in her stride.. something was wrong and she grew deeply concerned.

"Master?", she inquired in a soft voice .. "Master Loria?", she began to follow him at a run until she found him leaning against a wall. She approached without saying a word as she knew he would sense her presence.

 

[Kaprosuchus96]

She wiggles her nose, and took his hand, standing up along with him, "A beach?" She perks an eyebrow, "I dunno.." She thinks for a moment, "It's going to take a lot of convincing to get me on a beach, Commander." She warned, "But I'll take you none the less." She frowned at what he said about the surname, "No. I. I'll be fine without one." She waves it off, dismissing it. the last thing she wanted was a last name that would tie her to some family, all she wanted to do was forgether last name and her past alike.


@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Revenchent]

Calico's hand didn't linger. He figured that would give off signals, and frankly, he was unsure if they would be true or not. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and began weaving around the overthrown table and the general mess left behind. "Oh, come on. You know you want to~." The Marshal put on a fake, sing-songey voice as he led her off.

At least I can talk to this one.

"Okay, no surnames. You'll continue to be mysterious and what-not...Is'ika, Ven is taking me to that beach thing. Watch the kids."

 

[Kaprosuchus96]

Ven rolled her eyes, smiling faintly, "We'll see Commander, no promises." She shakes her head as she follows him out of there, putting her past and the whole 'surname' business behind her. Hopefully he wouldn't bring it up again. She glanced back one last time at the party before making her leave, only having left an empty whiskey glass behind on the table.

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="CC-848 Jon"]

She rushed forward ready to hand him his armored shebs, until the two bounces flanked her and startes dragging her toward the door.

"Let me go!" She yelled as she kicked and pulled at the two Gamoreans. "KARK YOU CLONE PUNK. THE BEST PART OF YOU DRIBBLED DOWN THE SIDE OF THE TEST TUBE AND GOT EATEN BY YOUR VONG MOTHER!"

She continied to kick and scream as she was dragged out of the party bodily.

"I am gonna fry your green over sized roba shebs! She screamed at the boucers as they pulled her to the door. "Your mother karks Kaminiise, Jon! This isn't Karking over!"