A Night Of Celebration

[Athena]

Location: Throne Room [Main Hall]​

With: [member="Carbon"]​

Wearing​

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“Is there something wrong with filling in the blanks?”

The question was curious to her, one she turned over, and inside out. Didn’t people like to see the things they wanted? Didn’t people love to dream when reality didn’t measure up? She swayed a little bit while she thought it through before deciding that they needed to visit the very nice looking Rodian bartender. Her eyes seemed to change shade in the light. From a soft green to something that might have been a pale lavender. When she blinked—It was gone.

Athena pulled the much taller man along, full of life, and slid seamlessly into the much taller barstool. Her right leg crossed neatly over her left as she released him and rest her elbow on the bar top. Every movement she made was fluid. Seamless, unhindered, and without hesitation. “Do you not like the bar? If it will help—I can aid in your inevitable intoxication. We can play a game.”

Was that not what one did at parties? Imbibe? Have what passed for fun by impairing senses to the point of oblivion. Although, she did not wish to see this nice organic become ill. Perhaps she could simply monitor his intake. She lifted her wine glass and took a small sip. Barely a taste. Did she want to get him drunk? Well, that depended on a few things. Would it make him happy? “You seemed…At a loss. I wish for you to have a good time.”

Athena gifted the bartender with a dazzling smile and asked the Rodian to bring them something fun. Her focus returned to the man that she had absconded with when he gave his name. Her smile was a blessing and her right hand extended for a proper shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Carbon.”

He listed his origin and her eyes flickered again. Light flared in her iris while she chased down this “Kamino” to get more information. Ah. A water-world. Strange. He didn’t look like a sea creature. Athena continued along and rapid-fire processed the available data. “Kaminonas are quite pretty. If I am not mistaken Kamino is famous for their…Cloning technology?”

The auburn-haired beauty had not yet put two and two together. The Rodian brought back their drinks and Athena smiled again. Her whole face brightened when she picked up a swizzle stick that had several pieces of fruit on it. As excited as she was to try it, she took a little nibble, before an actual bite. It was sweet but not syrupy. She liked that. The fact that he’d mentioned being created was neither here no there. She had been created too. Weren’t they all?

“I matured on Lithios. It’s very rainy there. Not like this world…This world has so much color.”

Raising the swizzle stick she took another bite of the alcohol-soaked fruit. Her head tilted while she observed Carbon again. She’d read about his homeworld but that wasn’t the same as hearing about it from the source. “What is it like on Kamino? Did your family also mature there?”

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: The Bar
Wearing: xxx
Tag: [member="Daisy Americus"]



Kaden was having too much fun, arguably at the expense of [member="Daisy Americus"]. He could not help the chuckling any more than he could force himself to stop breathing. The woman had a way of being cute that elicited a certain response from the man. In this instance, Kaden chuckled. He was in no way making fun of the blonde mandalorian, but simply responding to how endearing she was to him. Daisy got under his skin in many ways, and this was just one example of that.

Daisy stressed every syllable as Kaden continued to chuckle. Her choice to do so only made him chuckle more, but he quickly stopped when she shot him an all too familiar look. It was the same look he had been greeted with the last time he had been late to an arranged date. By the Manda he still felt bad about that phase of their early and budding relationship. It was partly why Kaden was relieved when she softened a bit and teased about his promise to make the night up to her.

“Promise…”

They were there because they had to be, and there was no rule saying they had to like it. That did not mean Kaden could not make the night enjoyable. Of course he knew she was going to smack him as the explaination came from his mouth, but Kaden was too busy enjoying himself. The dress did him no favors. In fact, Kaden would have been disappointed in himself if seeing Daisy in the dress did not stir his blood to almost boiling.

He coughed, almost spilling his second shot when Daisy smacked his back.

“A bee… suuuuure,” he teased back.

The veiled threat which followed his offer to help Daisy out of the dress was also expected. Kaden was not going to lie to himself or Daisy that the idea was very tempting. He was a man and she was a very attractive woman. His thoughts were very natural and only compounded by the fact there were feelings for the blonde. The innuendo may have made things sound casual, but there was nothing casual about what the two were becoming to each other.

“You helped build that house… you would burn it down so quickly,” Kaden quipped back as a third shot was prepared and his hand rested on the small of her back. “I thought you said you were looking forward to spending a lot of time there?”

He lifted the glass and as he did so the distinct aroma of jasmine, and the scent of fresh rain, passed under his nose. Kaden slowly sat the glass back down on the bartop and began to look about the room. A slight look of concern washed over his face, enough so that if Daisy was paying attention she would notice the shift. Through their bond she would possibly feel his demeanor shift. Kaden was suddenly troubled.

“SHE is here,” he said turning back to Daisy.

There was on topic Kaden did not broach with Daisy often. In fact, Kaden could not recall going into any detail about the woman he now called mother. He recalled briefly mentioning someone who had helped him find his path out of the Netherworld and back into physical and living form once more, but beyond that, there had been few words. What reason did she have to be here? The last time he had talked to Selene she had called [member="Darth Metus"] a fool, complaining that he acted too soon. Kaden did not know what that had meant at the time, but he was beginning to understand.

[member="Darth Elyria"] was not just present. She was there. She was in attendance. She was distant.

“The woman who helped me is here.”

Kaden took his third shot, and the other meant for Daisy as well. He was clearly unnerved by it all.

 

[Carbon]

Location: Main Hall/Bar
Tag: [member="Athena"]

"Depends on how comfortable you are with potentially filling in the wrong answer." He replied, every bit the realist he'd always been. It was easy to tell, already, that she was an optimist, but he couldn't fault her. He was certain by now that the lights were playing tricks on him, as her eyes seemed to swim between hues with every blink of her lids. Easing himself onto the barstool, he could feel his vest going tight across the broad plain of his back, and he reached up to remove his hat and set it atop the counter while they adjusted and got comfortable.

But the curiosity he had for her only increased at her questions. She was speaking as if reciting from something she read - as if every question she posed was being pulled from the memory of something she'd read someplace. "Kamino is most definitely revered for it's cloning facilities. It's how my brothers and I were created." He replied with an easy smile that allowed the white caps of his teeth to show past his lips. But more drinks were brought, and it was quite clear she was dedicating herself to getting him to have a good time.

He'd have been concerned if she didn't seem so genuine, but there was something off about her he couldn't quite place. Then again, he'd never actually conversed with anyone as bubbly as she was, so perhaps it was just that.

Facing her as she faced him, he settled an elbow on the bar and kept at least one eye on the crowd. "Kamino is little more than constant storms and raging seas, and it's a wonder that anything survives there at all. Their cities are sterile, the walls so white as to make you feel as though you're living in a hospital." He smiled though, in spite of himself. It was home.

"My brothers and I - all ten thousand of us - were created from the DNA of the Primogenitor. At one time, he was the Lord Protector of the Omega Protectorate, but he's mostly retired now. A curious strategy on the part of the Confederacy, but a smart one - take the one soldier you could never beat, and create an army from him." Taking a moment to sip his wine, he found it a little too sweet, but the earnest gleam in her eyes and on her flawless face was so genuine as to almost be fake. But when you were trained to see enemies in everyone, perhaps the problem was just him.

 

[Gianna Aegis]

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Location: Courtyard [Dancing] - [member="John Locke"]

The self-proclaimed flower-child was walking on a proverbial cloud. She knew the value of taking a moment to relax and smell the roses, but she was a little hesitant to get too used to living like this. Even though she’d done her best to remain conservative it was still a little too rich for her tastes. Gianna didn’t want to become spoiled nor did she want to lose sight of her teachings. It was important that she remain true to her calling. With that in mind, she remained courteous, thoughtful, and caring toward anyone she crossed in their travels together.

Gianna could feel him watching her as he so often did. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was simply impossible for her not to know. There was a particular look in his eyes. Indulgence. A softness, a fondness, that she’d never seen anywhere else. A bare smile flickered across pale pink lips and her nose scrunched, just a little, leaving a rather cute effect. “What are you looking at?”

He agreed that the sky was beautiful but…He hadn’t ever looked up?

She waited patiently for a reply that never came. Instead, his eyes closed, and a moment later his arms came to encircle her further. The modest amount of distance between their bodies had been entirely eliminated in one small movement. Her breath hitched. Gianna was suddenly acutely aware of his hands, the very faint scent of cologne, and her head felt a little bit too big for her body. It was a little dizzying while her heartbeat began to quicken. “John…”, she murmured, but, didn’t elaborate.

She could not.

Not only because she couldn’t find the words but because anything further would break the illusion of a perfect night out. He wanted to stay. Like this. Her head nodded slowly and crimson-colored hair glinted like fire beneath the lamplight. Her arms felt a little bit. Instead of remaining wrapped around his neck her hands stopped against the flat of his chest. With metallic arms wrapped around her, holding her so very close, it was a little rough to keep them so high song after song.

Her head eventually turned and her cheek came to her cheek against the material of his suit jacket. He was solid but with just the right amount of softness that she could never describe him as uncomfortable. For the briefest moment, her eyes closed, and the Jedi forgot to resist. Gianna had erected careful barriers after Taanab. They were close. They always would be—But she had been careful not to allow his focus to center around her.

Tonight, she failed.

A soft sight escaped her and she dutifully quieted her mind. The rest of her followed. Her heart was last on the list while it insisted on leaping to her throat every time he breathed. It was her duty to care in a general sense. It was imperative that she empathize with those around her. That she felt their sorrow and joy. It was lesson. There was…Danger in this. Attachment, was risky. Unsafe. “…I don’t know what to do with you…”

The closer she got to John the more she placed others at jeopardy by their collective distraction. By the potential of making choices based for the welfare of each other versus the galaxy as a whole. In that moment, though he hadn’t said anything, Gianna could hear him loud and clear. His heart betrayed him. The depth of his contentment rang in her head in such a way that it felt unmistakable. It reminded her of when he held her on Taanab.

Oh, how he loved her.

Didn’t he know he loved something he could not have? Her heart wasn’t her own to give. She was a servant of the Force and an extension of the invisible energy that moved through all things. Gianna wanted to warn him. This was a path that would only lead to pain. For both of them.

Only…She couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

 

[Athena]

Location: Throne Room [Main Hall]​

With: [member="Carbon"]​

Wearing​

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“If it is what you desire—How can it be wrong?”

She liked the way he responded to her queries. There was no sense of irritation or disdain. His autonomic responses were on par with an organic male that seemed open to entertaining a companion for the evening. It allowed her to feel at ease despite any sort of gruff tone. His demeanor spoke of an individual that fairly strong-willed. If he did not want to stay at the bar with her, he would leave.

Since he had not? He obviously wished to endure further small talk.

He set his hat down on the counter and she reached out to pick it up. What a curious piece of headgear. She twirled it in deft fingers and let it settle right on her head. It was too large, but she smiled, expression filled with sweetness. Athena mimicked the way he had tipped his hat at her previously with an almost scary level of precision. “Is this fashionable on Kamino?”

Carbon informed her that she was indeed reading the correct holo-blog when he confirmed her words about the cloning facility. Dawning, came then. Cherry glossed lips would form a round “oh” while the data processed and she realized that this man was actually a clone. His smile brought her own and she actually seemed a little excited about it. A clone? How interesting. “You’re a clone…That’s amazing.”, she intoned honestly.

“What is it like?”

For all intents and purposes, he seemed like every other organic male she had ever crossed. Further visual analysis didn’t really yield a significant amount of detail. When Carbon began to tell her more of his homeworld she listened with wide eyes that peered from beneath the brim of his hat. The notion of raging storms caused her to remember something. A fragment. The scent of petrichor. Rain. She could remember being in the rain with someone on Lithios—But she could not remember who.

Athena banished the errant piece of data as she often did. Carbon was far more fascinating than the cobwebs her ever evolving code kept shaking loose. “Kamino…It sounds frightening. I have never been to the hospital, but, I have seen many. I do not like them very much.”

It seemed that he did though. The notion of having ten thousand brothers was intense. Athena was used to being alone. She was strange, even for an HRD, and very much so one of a kind. Carbon explained where his DNA had come from and referenced names that she did not immediately know. Again, she remotely accessed the data stream to the Holo-Net and looked up what she was ignorant of. The replicant did not want to bore him by seeming inept.

“I do not find fault in the plan of the Confederacy. If a soldier is unstoppable it would behoove any organization to bring him to support their cause. Re-creating the Lord Protector in mass numbers…It is a short cut. Morally questionable but tactically sound.”

The statistical data she could find followed that train of thought. Part of her felt strangely confused on the prospect of a clone. Were they not still flesh and blood? Did Carbon not think for himself? Athena understood that replicants were considered lesser beings. Someone like Carbon? He was still a person.

She was not.

 

[Ettiene Kharne]

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Location: Throne Room (with [member="Faye Malvern"])​

Wearing: THIShttps://media.discordapp.net/attach...-Color-Business-Suit.jpg?width=676&height=676​

Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Alessandra Malvern"] | [member="Faye Malvern"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Aryn Teth"]​

Illyria. It was yet another first for Alden, and a first he took in hand with Faye. Though well known to his better half, Illyria was but a mystery to the High Marshal, but one that was filled with an overwhelming amount of beauty and a marvel to behold. Rolling green hills wrapped themselves around the splendor and excited that exclaimed from the city, Azurine. But even with all the gusto and revelry that abounded from this place on this special day, Alden couldn’t help but to feel his stomach knot with discomfort. A nervousness wrenched at his demeanor, and one that [member="Faye Malvern"] would easily be able to detect.

In some ways, the man wished he could travel back in time and cover the truth of his and Faye’s relationship up again; keep the Exarch, [member="Adron Malvern"], from ever coming across the truth as Faye has chosen to divulge back on Epica during their humanitarian efforts to bring aid to a desperate people in need. He and the Exarch, a man that served as his master, but was viewed more as a friend, hadn’t even spoken since that day. An uneasy tension hung in the air now between the two men, so thick, you’d believe it could be cut with a knife. However, another part of him was happy it was out there now. Relieved that the two could be open about what they felt for each other. Happy they were no longer choosing to live a lie for fear of what might come of the truth being revealed. No matter what he felt, though, there was no taking back what had happened in the past, only how they could handle the present and move into the future.

Alden took a hard, deep, empty swallow, just trying to steady his nerves before the two of them would make their entrance into the Grand Hall of the Palace and the Throne Room to follow. His eyes closed briefly only to reopen a moment later as Faye’s words would fall upon his ears. ‘Are you nervous?’ It was a valid question, and one he knew she would already know the answer to; it was written all over him. It would serve no good to lie about so he took in a deep breath and looked over to her.

She was simply immaculate and his heart raced. There was none more beautiful in his eye than Faye was and the hues of purple that swept over her form were radiant. Her bronzed skin and dark hair. The ebony jewels that seemed to glow in their own magnificence. Her perfection, to him, was simply unrivaled. Not even the Queen, [member="Alessandra Malvern"], compared. Not for him.

“It’s that obvious, is it?” He forced out a small chuckle, attempting to stemmy the unease that may have hung there in the air. But the truth was, if she hadn’t been there as his rock, he would likely have never made the trip. He simply couldn’t bring himself to confront the man of the hour when the revelation had been so recent. Not on his own. But with here by his side, he felt he could take on the world. Cliche as it may have been, it was the truth.

‘Ready?’ Her next words fell from her mouth and he gazed upon here as her lips curled into a warm smile. As her finger found themselves interlaced with his, he gripped her hand than normally would have, nervous anxiety bringing about a momentary slip in his awareness that he quickly recovered, once more loosening his grip.

He offered a gentle nod in confirmation to her. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” The gleaming doors opened into the chamber that followed - cream granite walls raising high above them, kissed with various tones of silver and amethyst. It glistened and even seemed to bring out the beauty of the dress Faye had chosen to wear. The room screamed of royalty. Everything was pristine. The walls. The floor. The decor. All of it polished and positioned with a studied expertise. It was simply art in its arrangement.

As the two would step forward, Faye tugging at his arm as she led the way, Alden would take a moment to take it all in. His gaze fell over a number of the guests that had already found their way to the friendly celebration. In fact, Alden was enamored to see the Confederacy’s other Exarch, and Adron’s counterpart in the legislation under that of the Vicelord had made the trip. He’d never actually met the woman, [member="Srina Talon"], but she wasn’t exactly a stranger to him. After all, one could not be in such and position without just about everyone in the galaxy knowing who they were. She was accompanied by a man ([member="Aryn Teth"]), but Alden could not place a name to the face.

They stood across from the man and woman of the hour and they themselves were dress to the part. The Queen, [member="Alessandra Malvern"], was a woman who Alden really only knew in name on the rare occasion Adron would mention something about her during one of their sessions. However, in his experience, Adron had proven to be a very private person about what went on away from the call of his station. Nestled in her arms, Alden saw their infant son which Faye had spoken in great detail about. It seemed this Aries would be the highlight of her trip here, but who could fault her for that. He simply made her all bubbly and her excitement brought a smile to his face.

And finally, Alden’s sapphire eyes fell upon the sharply dressed figure of [member="Adron Malvern"]. They settled there for a moment as his mind raced through any of a number of different scenarios that might unfold. Mentally, he braced himself for what he believed might be the worst of any such unfolding. There was no denying the uneasy tension that currently divided the two men, but perhaps that could be set aside for the occasion. It was the hope at least.

As he and Faye made their final approach, Alden offered the royal couple a bow, one he believed to be the proper etiquette for the occasion, but one could never be sure when each monarch appeared to have a unique set of customs and kingdoms they would have their kingdoms follow.

 

[John Locke]

Location: Courtyard
With: [member="Gianna Aegis"]
Wearing: This

Soft delicate hands pressed against his chest, not pushing him away as he’d feared, as he was tortured in the nightmares that plagued him as he slept. They just rested against his chest as he felt the warmth of the woman pressed up against him, the soft scent of her perfume mixing with the flowers strewn through her hair. It was typical of her, the delicate scents not overpowering but subtle and yet they rang clear as a clarion call.

It was her way, never to push herself forward, never to try to draw attention to herself, so different from so many others he came across every day. Yet, there was something about Gianna that drew notice, a goodness or brightness you only needed to be near her to see. In a room full of diamonds and silk, of the good and great the flame-haired Jedi shone like the brightest star to John, everyone else pale shadows falling away in comparison.

John was acutely aware of the warmth of Gianna’s body pressed against him, as soft and comforting as the warmth of a fire, of the touch of the sun against his skin. She was light and happiness, all that was good and right in the galaxy contained in a fiery, quirky, wonderful package. She had asked him what he was looking at instead of the sky.

The answer was her, it was always her.

He had always prided himself on his ability to think out of the box, to see what other people couldn’t, what was right in front of him. He’d failed. It had taken Taanab, that nightmarish day when he thought he’d lost Gianna for him to realise what she’d come to mean to him.

Everything.

Somewhere along the line he’d fallen for his best friend, no that wasn’t entirely true. He’d loved her when he met her, everyone did, her openness and brightness drew those feelings out of everyone she met. John was fairly sure that the Jedi could charm a stone, but the longer he spent with her the deeper those feelings became. It wasn’t something he’d expected, had gone out looking for but the truth burned true at the core of his being. He loved her.

He’d wanted to tell her, every day, every second they spent together he wanted to tell her the truth but…something had held him back. It might have been the sadness he saw in her eyes back on Hoseria, it might have been fear that she’d pull away, that she’d reject him. Only, it wasn’t important. This, this was important, the feeling of having her this close, of just being with her while the rest of the world passed them by.

Her soft whispered words drew his attention away from his thoughts, back to Gianna, to that soft statement hanging in the air between them. Slowly one hand slipped away from her back, the cool metallic digits brushing back the woman’s hair ever so gently before his fingers cupped her chin, tilting her head back. Dark eyes met jade ones as John leaned down, soft words meant only for her a whisper on his lips.

“Stay with me.”

In that short sentence all the hope and fear, all the truths John had to offer laid bare. He could never hide anything from her, had never wanted to but now more than ever he was an open book. His head dropped lower, lips brushing against Gianna's as the world seemed to stop, the warm soft feeling of her lips, the smeel and warmth of the woman all that existed in the world.Wrapped up in this perfect moment he wasn’t the minister, the admiral or the executive, stripped down to the basics he was just John. Terrified, elated, a man in love.

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Throne Room - Entrance
Accompanying: [member="Valencia Hadley"]
Wearing: xxx

People like you ensure people like me don't have to die.

When first the Lord Commander encountered the Councillor, it was quite literally due to their both being buried by duty. In the case of Rience, navigating the tumultuous realm of the Mandragora had commanded the totality of his focus that day. So much so that his nose resided in a tome and his footsteps throughout the capital were largely on auto-pilot. The Councillor, similarly, had her eyes focused upon the screen of a datapad - and a sudden collision of their lives was the result. Polite apologies led to introductions. Introductions to a rather enjoyable conversation over dinner. In the end, Rience walked away from his meeting [member="Valencia Hadley"] with a newfound respect for the woman.

She was exceptional company. But beyond the fact that she liberated him from an evening of ration bars, her heart was genuine. Over the course of their chat, he learned the nature of her striding boldly into the Obsidian world he commanded. T'was not due to a desire to only grow powerful in the blade and in the Force - but rather, the scars of Eshan made manifest in her mind. By her own words, witnessing the descent of a Star Destroyer upon her people, her allies, and her loved ones was jarring. Enough so that she wanted to make a difference beyond the realm of political maneuvering. But, as the Lord Commander had said that night, her talents ensured that Eshans and Kuats did not occur.

Her gifts ensured that he and his people did not have to pay the ultimate price.

In the end, kinship was born between the pair and with it a mutual, mirthful agreement to share supper whenever the opportunity presented itself. Being stationed in Geonosis fortunately made this reality elementary, and thus they were often kept abreast of the others' developments. In particular, they both were made aware of a celebration that was taking place in the realm of the Exarch. There were many glad tidings to raise a glass for on this occasion. The union of Alessandra and Adron under the Malvern name. The welcoming of a new life into their family. Even his success as ruler of the planet whilst acting as a faithful Exarch to the Confederacy. Indeed, there was every reason to celebrate - and also every reason for the pair to attend. Rience then proposed, why not go together?

Thus, whilst the capital city was illuminated in celebration of their liege, the Lord Commander and Councillor to the Vicelord made their arrival to the Royal Palace. This day was one of the few that Rience abandoned his rather eccentric, Obsidian robes in favor of something traditionally classy. He did not feel too out of his comfort zone whilst wearing the suit - a testament to the wonders of having something well tailored. However, as they advanced into the throne room-turned-banquet hall, the man's attention was hardly upon himself. Firstly, the who's who of the nation were enjoying themselves all throughout the space. And, secondly, he had an excessively pretty friend on his arm. Sparing a thought about his shoes certainly would not do in the moment.

"There is enough of the Viceroyalty present that I'd consider this a session." he began, forming a light smile. "I do believe that means wine. Don't you agree?"

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: right outside Grand Hall
Wearing: Golden dress, purple-black stockings, lightsabers clipped to belt
Mental state: Teasing
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]

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Xobos certainly heard her pink partner well before actually seeing her, though the Zeltron certainly made her presence known once her form came quickly down the ramp. Before the Miraluka knew what was happening, she was being wrapped up in the embrace of the taller woman. Even in heels, somehow the pink alien was taller than her. Not that Xobos minded much. Made cuddling and snuggling a much easier task, especially when Zeltron seemed more comfortable being the big spoon. Xobos definitely didn’t mind being wrapped up in the alien’s embrace.

And right now, even as the woman detailed the exploits that had landed her being late, which she somehow always managed to get into, Xobos leaned forward, turning her head to place it on the woman’s chest happily. She rocked back and forth slowly, listening with a smile to all of the trouble the Zeltron managed to get into. It seemed to be a special talent of hers, getting into trouble no matter where she went. Though, Xobos was very trusting Cali’s abilities to get out of bad situations, especially now that they’ve done a little training together.

When she felt the Zeltron leaning down towad her, Xobos responded in kind, leaning up to embrace the other woman in a soft kiss that lasted for a few seconds. She was almost disheartened to have to break it, but the thought of getting sick from standing out in the cold came to mind quickly when a freezing breeze swept over the landing pad. Before she reached down to take the pink alien’s hand in her own, the apprentice gave a full smile upward, speaking over the wind. “I’m so happy to spend this night together with you as well. And that we can introduce you to Illyria.”

With that she began to pull her partner into the building, giving a parting wave to the pilot of the shuttle before the doors closed behind them. Now in the much warmer building, Xobos slowed her pace to a slow strike, her heels clicking softly echoing in the empty hall. She wanted to enjoy these solitary moment’s before they had to go into full socializing mode once they hit the grand hall. Turning to look up at the Zeltron, Xobos’s full smile returned as she spoke. “So…a couple of things. There will be plenty of food, other people to socialize with. Y’know, typical party stuff.”

Her smile fell slightly, almost looking a bit nervous, as one thought came to her mind. “And…like I told you..my master is here. This whole party is for him, really.” Swallowing lightly, the pair came to a stop right outside the grand hall, with the Miraluka gazing in for a few moments, then continued her little speech. “So I will try to introduce you tonight. And I trust that..that everything will be perfectly fine.” It almost sounded like a question, one that was confirmed as she looked to the Zeltron, giving her a hopeful smile, followed by, “right?”

 

[Valencia Hadley]

Location: Grand Hall - Entrance
Accompanying: [member="Rience"]
Wearing: XXX

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If she was going to be stepping back into the realm of politic, the former Viceroy would need to begin somewhere. The formal presentation of the newly wed couple that encompassed an Exarch and the Minister of Commerce seemed as fine a place to start as anywhere. The fair haired woman brought with her a gift which she readily handed over to those attending the entrance. The pile of beautifully wrapped presents and cards was quite the sight - but she knew as well as anyone that power and influence bred the necessity for grandeur... And a newly wed royal pairing was most certainly that.

She silently hoped that her gift of finely made swaddling clothing for the young prince would not be one of many of the same sets that the pair received.

Once that piece had been completed, she found herself swept effortlessly into the mass of those in attendance, and was grateful once again for that ounce of anonymity that a crowd may provide. It helped also that her companion had chosen to leave his traditional Knights garb back in his quarters. Effortlessly looping her arm around that of the Lord Commander, the Councillor gave him a tired smile and motioned towards the smattering of beverage stations that lined the walls of the Great Hall.

"If you're suggesting that we get entirely liquored at the presentation of the young prince of Illyria... You've got yourself a deal." She motioned for him to lead on and despite the towering golden heels she wore, easily kept pace with the larger man.

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Grand Hall - Liquor Lounge
Accompanying: [member="Valencia Hadley"]
Wearing: xxx

If the Lord Commander was being perfectly honest, he was glad he had an expert on his arm.

When it came to matters of the battlefield, Rience was perfectly comfortable. It mattered not the enemy or the theatre. It mattered not the odds. Warfare was his forte - and this he could operate with confidence whilst engaging. Conversely. Anything that had to do with the nuances of typical, political circles...he tended to stray far away from. Fortunately, the mantle of Lord Commander seldom required him to wade through the mire of pleasantries. However, as his footsteps bore him deeper into the extravagant hall, Rience was immediately grateful that the former Viceroy was at his side. While he was confident he wouldn't trip over himself and fall chin first into the dirt - he knew that she wouldn't allow him to trip over himself politically.

Though, of course, that was while sober. He had only been introduced to the delightfully buzzed Councillor thus far - but the offerings of the evening far exceeded their usual get togethers.

Shortly after arrival, attendants came and plucked the parcels they had provided for the prince out of their grasp. The young heir had quite the display of presents and gift bags arranged - so much so that Rience wondered if the royal couple would ever actually go through them all. This was, of course, one of the nuances that he relied upon the expert to navigate. And thus his gift was very much so a companion to her own. She had opted for finely crafted, swaddling clothes. He had provided the matching accessories - blankets, bibs, hats, etc. Rience doubted that a royal would be in short supply of any of them, but, politically, it was a good idea to have his name on the stack of presents she advised.

Bereft of their gifts, the Lord Commander had quipped about indulging in their usual when it came to the presence of the Viceroyalty. And the Councillor happily agreed. He led, taking long strides through the crowd. He nodded to those he did not know personally. Offered raised hands and smiles to those he did. When they arrived at the lounge, Rience grabbed the attention of the barkeep with but a raise of his chin. "What's that drink you always get..." he began, thinking aloud for a moment, before saying. "Ah yes. Two white wine spritzers, please." The barkeep gave Rience a skeptical look for but a millisecond before preparing their beverages in short order.

And once he had his drink in hand, he beamed. "This must feel like riding a bike to you, yes? A gala like this?" He punctuated his thoughts with a sip of his drink. It was light and crisp - a solid starter before they got into the more entertaining swill. "Question is, are these a perk of the job to you? Or a pain in the a-" He caught his tongue, remembering that he wasn't among his subordinates but rather the ruling elite. Stifling a chuckle, he sipped once more.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Location: Grand Hall Hallway
Wearing: Navy practically black halter neckline with sheer fitted bodice embellished with beading
Tags: [member="Xobos Yakieer"]

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Cali smiled as Xobos took her hand. "This is going to be great," she replied despite the shiver from the sudden wind. Like, that totally didn't feel so good given how open her outfit was along the bottom. There was no scandalously chill touch of some ethereal spirit or whatever; it was just cold.

Thankfully her Miraluka didn't disagree and off they scurried to the Grand Hall. It was quite impressive to find Xobos could run in those heels. Like, Cali had loads of practice. Better not to ask, but if you must know not every Ball ends with fake smiles and champagne -- sometimes they try shooting you. Don't ask why!

In the delightfully warmer environment, a soft sigh escaped pink lips knowing the cold air was behind them now. That and Xobos turned toward her and the two of them seemed to have a moment to themselves in the hallway. Naturally, she drifted closer and reached out to take the other woman's hand. Their eyes met as the pretty creature spoke.

First, the usual social niceties. Food. Drink. People. Probably some boring speeches with bad attempts at humor. Sometimes it worked. People usually chuckled regardless, thankful they weren't the ones that had to give the speech.

Second -- and this was what Xobos obviously wanted to talk about, because Cali totally went to enough parties to get numero uno -- Xobos' Master was there. Not only that, but the Miraluka wanted to introduce her pink companion to him. Of course, being the student that had to deal with the man every day, she was nervous. Nothing to do with Cali being a bubbly Zeltron, of course. Just usual jitters bringing home a girl to meet the parental guardian.

After all, that was nerve wracking. Guy could probably throw lightning out of his fingertips.

The Zeltron smiled as Xobos spoke. Her fingers curled about her Miraluka's hands, and slowly she lifted them so they were between the two women. "Everything will be fine, Xobos. I know how much this means to you, and I'll totally be on my best behavior." When wasn't she? But, really, Cali promised to behave "properly" in his presence. It wasn't impossible, she just didn't see the point of being all uptight all the time. Life was a party, you should enjoy it not worry about 'How do I look? Are my shoulders squared, my chin just so, and a disdainful gleam to my eye?'

"Don't worry, I'll be with you the entire time. By the time the night's over, he'll be saying 'I hope she arranges a shipment of those chocolates, again.'" Cali giggled and tilted her head a bit to the right.

 

[Valencia Hadley]

Location: Grand Hall - Entrance
Accompanying: Rience
Wearing: XXX

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It was a nice change, honestly...

There were so many times in recent memory that Valencia had hear tell of a gala or gathering, parties and fetes... All of them were meant for those in positions akin to the one she used to possess. She'd felt wholly outside of that world, and it had been difficult to avoid falling back into old habits. Though, with the recent changes she'd discussed with the Commander, it made diving face first into this realm as easy as breathing.

Walking with her arm carefully draped over the finely made suit that Rience had chosen for the event left her open to instead keep her eyes up and attention on those around them. Where her companion was silent and offering muted waves in acknowledgement to those he recognized, Valencia was like a force - gently tugging him towards those she knew and providing polite introductions and small snippets of conversation. 'Such wonderful news - the young prince is truly adorable.' 'So wonderful to see you again!' 'How has your family been?' 'Please tell me that trade deal went through without issue...'

By the time the pair had made it to the bar she'd originally motioned to and Rience had gathered them the drinks, she assumed he might be a bit sick of it. The life of an extrovert was complex - but when you added to that a massive social gathering? Anyone who didn't live for it would be exhausted in no time. She accepted the stem of the wine glass, gently clinking the rim against his own glass before taking a sip and sighing happily. Her pale blue eyes scanned the crowd, dazzling smile still plastered to her lips as she waved to a few more familiar faces.

"I never did learn how to ride a bike, I'm afraid... But I'd say it's not dissimilar to breathing." Turning those brilliant white teeth and sparkling eyes back to the Commander, Valencia gently leaned her elbows against the cocktail table they'd stood before. Setting her glass down and lightly sliding her palms across the cool metal she posed a question of her own. "Hopefully you aren't regretting asking me to attend with you already..."

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Grand Hall - Liquor Lounge
Accompanying: [member="Valencia Hadley"]
Wearing: xxx

The Councillor was truly in her element.

Whereas the Lord Commander was quite the stoic figure, the former Viceroy was the definition of social butterfly. Every step they took through the Grand Hall was a testament to how differently they approached this particular world. On one hand, Rience made nonverbal acknowldgements of those he recognized throughout the crowd. A nod here, a wave there, nothing too spectacular. Yet, conversely? Valencia was a blur of energy. Given the differences in their statures, it was easy to mistake the Lord Commander as being the one who was guiding their steps that evening.

But that couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth.

The bar remained on the metaphorical horizon for several moments as the politician moved. She steered the ship by gently guiding his arm forward - and no matter where they stopped, introductions were always made. Rience did his absolute best to make the practiced politician look as though she had chosen a proper plus one for the event, so he did attempt to engage in the chatter a little. He'd accompany her introductions with a smile and brief how do you do? He'd laugh at the corny jokes. Act surprised. Smiled. Smiled. Smiled.

When at last they reached the bar and he secured the beverages, despite the "fruity" nature of a white wine spritzer, Rience welcomed the liquor to his system. While he was, more or less, out of his element amidst the political ocean - Valencia swam gracefully with the best of them. But, most of all, a dazzling smile remained fixed upon her features. She seemed energized - the most energized he had witnessed since coming to know her. That, in of itself, made the trip through the one percent worthwhile.

"You can't tell me with a straight face that you never learned how to ride a bike!" he chuckled aloud at the thought but didn't pursue it further. Whilst he indulged in a fresh sip of his beverage, she then poked ever so slightly. The man's eyebrow raised. "Far from it." he replied. "Seeing you in your element was worth breaking out the suit. Though, in the future, we're doing pregame drinks."

With a toothy smile, he raised his glass to his dear friend. "Here's to you, learning how to breathe again."

 

[Valencia Hadley]

Location: Grand Hall - Entrance
Accompanying: [member="Rience"]
Wearing: XXX

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She could see it in her eyes when she confessed to having a moderately different upbringing... Offering a tired smile in response was about all she could manage. In a time when other children were actively enjoying a childhood, the Councillor had been- well, not getting as much outside time as perhaps she should have been. There was only one person left who knew in great detail the trails of her younger years, one who used to attend her at events like this. Certainly not polite conversation to be having with her newest friend over drinks at the presentation of the little prince.

"If I tell you I never learned while grinning like an idiot, does it make it a bit easier to believe?" Her eyes sparkled as she lifted the glass to take another sip, seemingly making a joke out of the news she'd given him. As he noted her comfort levels here she couldn't help but reflect on it herself. It was true that being surrounded by those that had gathered for the gala truly made her feel at home... It was a wonder she'd lasted in the KO for as long as she had.

Raising her glass to gently clink against the lip of his own, she gave him a wink. "And to you, Lord Commander, for being an excellent sport." Taking another sip, she carefully set the glass atop the high table and turned a touch, taking in the crowds with a bit of muted interest. She provided smiles and waves or nods to those who met her gaze - but she seemed unable to locate whom it was she searched for. Returning her gaze to Rience once more she snatched up the glass and held her hand out to him.

"Ready for another round?"

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Grand Hall - Liquor Lounce
Accompanying: [member="Valencia Hadley"]
Wearing: xxx


Clink.

With but the softest collision, the two made a toast to one another. With but the passing of a few moments, the Lord Commander was learning more and more about his stunning friend. To date, the sum of his knowledge regarding her history was only that which was public record. Her service as a member of the Viceroyalty, for example. Beyond this, Valencia had never offered to provide even a fleeting glimpse into the pages of her history - not that he had personally asked. Yet here, amidst the thicket of one percenters and their attendants, the Councilor opened the door just a smidgen.

Her upbringing must have been boring as hell if she didn't learn how to ride a bike, that's for sure. Even an Imperial like Rience had that experience. Hell, the Dathomiri who had mentored him had that experience too. The thought was certainly an amusing one, which led to the persistance of the man's smile. "That does make it a touch more believable." came his response to her quip. He did not remark further on their toast, but rather watched as the woman turned her attention to the crowd.

Her head moved, sweeping ever so slightly. She waved and nodded as her eyes made contact with others - but soon she returned his attention to him. Perhaps she was looking for someone? For now, the Councilor had intended on getting another round - but a wave of boldness nestled within the Lord Commander's stomach. As the saying went, when on Coruscant, do as the Coruscanti do - and tonight, he'd try to ride the Councilor's bike so to speak. Beaming, he took her hand, but jutted his chin towards the floor.

"I've just enough swill in me to think dancing is a good idea. Humor me?"

 

[Valencia Hadley]

Location: Grand Hall - Dance Floor
Accompanying: [member="Rience"]
Wearing: XXX

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As the Lord Commander took hold of the hand she'd offered, the former Viceroy stepped from behind her side of the table, anticipating he'd steer them towards the bar, but noted quickly that their trajectory was towards the centre of the room instead. Dancing? A soft smile tugged at the edge of one side of her lips, the dimple there shown in stark relief as she strode effortlessly along beside him.

"Happily. I haven't had cause to dance in... Well..." Her eyes became distant for a moment as she tried to recall the last time she'd danced. Had it really been on that ridiculous broadcasted dancing show? The one with the giant worm? Goodness. Yes - she could certainly use some dancing that wasn't for the benefit of others then.

As the pair reached the edge of the dance floor she paused, allowing [member="Rience"] to move ahead of her and therefore lead the pair as he turned towards her. Her free hand slid easily up to rest against his shoulder, fingers draping pleasantly across the well crafted stitching of his suit. One brow rose a touch as she discovered there was no padding under the fabric, and that what was normally a bit of bulk added to make the lines more pleasing was just well toned muscle. Though that would make sense... The man was a soldier, after all.

They'd timed their entrance well, and as the pair began to move across the floor, a new tune was struck up. The small orchestral piece that had been put together for the occasion had chosen something classic and slow - and it made it easy to continue to converse as the pair stepped and spun their way through the crowd of other dancers.

"It never ceases to amaze me how well the men of the Confederacy can dance... Were you trained for it?"

 

[Adron Malvern]

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[member="Alessandra Malvern"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="John Locke"] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Gianna Aegis"] | [member="Carbon"] | [member="Cali Ziiva"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"]​

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He could not help it. As Alessandra asked how it was Aries always knew when Srina was coming, he merely shook his head at the question. The young Malvern was going to be exceptionally powerful in the Force. Paired with a body that was more durable than that of his father, he was likely to be a powerful King in his own right one day. Still, Adron looked to Alessandra, taking a moment to adjust a single strand of her hair back into place. "He is his mother's child. Depth in the Force is one thing, however he has a powerful intuition." He said, softly before turning back to what laid before them. When the conversation passed to Faye, the man could not help but let out a shallow exhale. The last time he had seen his dear sister, he had wounded her. Not physically, yet he had treated her just as their father once treated them. He would not apologize for it, but it did need to be made right. She had invested herself in [member="Alden Akaran"], a man who, until recently, had stood as one of Adron's trusted apprentices. The bond of Master and Apprentice had been severed by Adron's own hands and that was not something he was keen to undo, yet it did not mean civility must be thrown out of the door.

Now Alden and Faye approached them, and upon their arrival Alden bowed low at the waist. Perhaps Adron had been a bit rash in the way he had handled the news that the two were together, yet he was not yet certain. He waved a hand at the two, urging them to rise from their bow after it was returned with a respectful bow of the head. Adron's eyes first set to his sister, but then they turned to Alden as well. He gave the man a guarded look, one that could not entirely tell the contents of his mind. Perhaps he was amused, or perhaps he was angered, it was hard to tell. In the end, Adron was mostly impressed. For the man to present himself here was...in some ways foolish, yet it did ring of a certain boldness that the man appreciated. In time his lips curled into an unreadable smile.

It was only moments later when a member of his guard approached, leaning to speak with the King so that only he could hear once again. Adron's expression turned to one of discontent before he breathed a slight sigh of agitation. There were facets of being a King that even he was growing to find distasteful.

"Now, let us have a drink." He said, when his attention returned to those who had gathered around him. In the corner of the room was a doorway, draped with a deep violet fabric. In the next moment the fabric was pulled back from the doorway and a number of servants began to enter the room, each tray of silver carrying a myriad of colorful liquors and spirits. They would travel the room, providing a drink to all who did not have one. Although the King may have been a bit of a lush at times, there was a reason behind this action.

He took Alessandra's hand, stepping back to the platform where their thrones stood. His hand clasped around her own, while he raised his glass into the skies.

"Over a thousand years ago." His voice was loud and pure, and with it came a silence that would dawn over the hall. "The noble House of Malvern was formed on the planet Serenno. My ancestors believed that you do what you must, to survive in a galaxy such as this. It is a cold, dark, unforgiving place that will see anyone, peasant or King, thrown into the dirt of history never to be remembered. However, that is not the fate of this House. It is not the fate of this world. " He paused, his hand running along the glass in his hand as he looked down to the golden liquid within.

"Today we have gathered you all here, so that you may see the first page in a new chapter. We welcome you to our world and to our home to celebrate a union that will forever strengthen House Malvern. Now, let us drink!" He cheered, before taking a measured sip of his own wine.

 

[Startorn]

Startorn listened to the speech, honestly it reminded him of his people, he got here just in time to here it as he stood in the back, honestly he was a little surprised that the King hadn't been sniped dead yet, sure there was a lot of security but still, *quit thinking dark thoughts Star, this is a celebration* he thought, he saw the Lord Commander dancing with some lady, he hadn't actually met the commander yet do to him just joining the Confederacy but he had heard stuff from the guild members when he was there.

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Grand Hall - Dance Floor
Accompanying: [member="Valencia Hadley"]
Wearing: xxx

I haven't had cause to dance in...Well...

Though her voice trailed off for a few moments, each syllable was uttered with a content chime. When the Lord Commander had suggested that they take advantage of the liquid courage running through their veins, he had been met with quite the dazzling smile. Taking that as an affirmation, Rience led the way forward through the crowd. He was careful not to accidentally prod or bump any of the patrons along the way - for any undue attention would have been enough to put a crack in the spritzer's spell. Nonetheless, in time, the reached the dance floor proper.

"I can assure you...you've had cause to dance long before I have." His response came amidst a light chuckle as her offhand rose and settled upon his shoulder. In turn, his freehand curved about her form and settled on the small of her back. Amidst the bright smile he offered, his mind immediately became conscious of his feet; and he prayed to whatever was listening that he did not crush her toes on accident. Rience delayed the start of their dance for just a moment so that he might feel the rhythm of the bass and the strings.

And in tandem, he began to guide them across the floor. Careful not to crush the toes. The mantra repeated through his mind until the tune came to an end. Soon thereafter, the orchestra began to play - it was something a much slower than prior. In fact...he could have sworn he had heard the melody before...though he couldn't quite place when. Nonetheless, his offhand drew his dance partner's form ever so slightly closer. "If I told you that twirling a lightsaber translated very well into dancing, would you believe me?"

"...And for the record, I never learned while grinning like an idiot either."

Rience thought he was very funny. Someone had to.