A Splash of Freedom

[Saraya Arenais]

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[member=Seren]​

Standing at the end of the landing ramp, Willow felt herself tense. A warm breeze rolled across the desert landscape and caressed the bare skin on her arms. Despite the humidity, it was a sheer relief to breathe in fresh air again and not that stale recycled crap on the ship. It was a sheer relief to be standing in the sparkling yellow light of the sun, and not under some fluorescent white bulb. She was inches away from stepping onto a real earth again, breaking away from the monotonous click clack of the metal floor, but she remained waiting at the edge of the ramp.

Bright lavender eyes flicked back and forth across the animated landscape, in the distance specks of people wandered through the park. A soft hum of happy conversation filled the desert with something Willow had entirely forgotten the existence off these past few weeks, elation. Yet that wasn’t on the young Vahla’s mind, no. All she could think about was running. It would only take one step to get her started, one tiny movement that would see her feet set in the position to escape. Any normal person would have run a mile by now, perhaps even five if they had the powers she did.

For the first time since she reached the edge of the loading ramp, Willow moved. Shifted her weight from foot to foot as though the internal debate inside her couldn’t be contained. A sheen of bright red hair tumbled down her shoulder as she craned her neck to gaze into the dingy depths of her new home. Though she could only make out the shadow of the contents within, one look was enough to remind her of exactly why she wouldn’t run.

He would always find her.

The uncertain dance stopped as instantly as it had begun, and Willow’s frame visibly sank. There was no escape. Even if she could have run half way across the planet by now, he would run twice as fast to catch up. Even if she could have found somewhere to hide, he would have sniffed her out in half the time. Even if someone was kind enough to offer her help, he would have no qualms bringing them to a sticky end. It was hopeless, and she found herself less and less willing to risk the consequences as time went by.

Besides, hadn’t she spent the past week begging him to allow her out? For anything. A walk, to stand on the edge of the loading ramp, even to stick her head out of the window when they landed. Anything. She would be a fool to waste the opportunity now, and doubly so to dash the trust he was showing allowing her to attend such a… crowded event. Willow shook her head, doing her best to clear the thoughts from her mind.

‘So…’ The sharp features on her pale face twisted into the most exhilarated expression she could manage. With that one word, she had settled it. She would enjoy today for what it was. A chance to be free. Even if it was just for a brief moment. ‘Where are we?’ She called out in soft tones, directly into the belly of the ship.

 

[Josiah]

Tag: @Autume Denko-Durren​

Status: If you're not first, you're last.​

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Go Karts.

One of the things that Josiah was coming to realize about his beloved child was that she was very much like her Mother. Overall, in terms of appearance, Auteme bore such a striking resemblance that Josiah easily mistook them for siblings on the day they were reunited. However, genetics aside, Autume was a girl of few words - just like Josiah. Well...in truth, most could be considered "of few words" to the jovial warrior. Nonetheless, once the young woman had made her choice, a wide grin formed on the Jedi's face.

"Go karts it is. I hope you're ready to come in second place!"

Chuckling all the way, Josiah led the way forward in the direction of the Go Karts. Thankfully enough, due to the sweltering heat of the afternoon, there was not much of a line standing between the pair and the destination. In fact, it was only a mere handful of moments before a rather helpful droid attendant escorted the two over to a pair of adjacent go karts. Josiah paused only to buckle in the helmet that was provided to him before settling into the cramped seat. "The right pedal accelerates. The left pedal is brake. The middle pedal is reverse. Have fun!"

With the crash course given, Josiah offered to Autume a confident thumbs-up. "Loser is on dishes for the next month!" he teased, before setting his gaze forward. The light ticked down from Red, Yellow, and finally to Green! And with that, the Jedi slammed his foot into the gas and took off.

 

[Seren]

Tag: [member="Willow Fae"] | [member="Rhaina Tira"]​

Location: Golbah City, The Park​

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The Spider had been caught.

It had been weeks since that tumultous evening. Weeks since the slumbering wolf was rudely awakened by the avarice of another. The unscrupulous would look upon that day and say well, he got what was coming to him - for it was Seren who decided to rest his head in a seedy motel. It was Seren who had decided to tarry in Hutt Space rather than the relative safety of his own ship. However, the regal blood which burned through his veins afforded him advantages over the mundane. Unlike most prey, he did not rest silently when the Spider invaded his quarters.

The second the lock upon his door was breached, he could smell her. The aromatic contradiction to the stale atmosphere of the room. He memorized it. Burnt it into his memory evermore. And as the larcenist crept forward to pilfer what belonged to him, he rose up in defense. The result was a Spider being caught in his web. But. It would have been far too easy to kill her. Far too easy to leave her neck shattered within his grasp and to discard her behind the building. No, he intended to make this one pay for her mistake.

And so began her sentence. She stole when he commanded. Jumped when he dictated. And as the weeks moved ever forward, his vessel had become her cell.

To date, the Wolf had not decided in full the young woman's fate. However, as the initial shock of her current reality wore off, she began to make requests. She began to plead to see the light of day once more. It was all too easy to ignore - if it were not for a venture that desperately required the Wolf's attention. T'was auspicious that Golbah City had become the site of a water-centric event, for he could quell the whining whilst attending to matters efficiently. Thus, without giving [member="Willow Fae"] so much as an inkling of his true reason for attending, he offered an exasperated "Fine."

When they finally descended upon the Confederate capital, her rapid footsteps made for the exit. But they ceased, even as the ramp extended. One would think that fleeing - especially in the midst of a public event - would have been at the forefront of her mind. But she was smart enough to stay put. Good. Rising, Seren calmly made his way to the exit of their vessel and motioned his hand for her to go first. "Geonosis. Specifically, Golbah City." he began, striding after her down the ramp. "It is the capital of the Confederacy. You've heard of it, right?"

The idle chatter was punctuated by Seren's fishing into his pocket for something. Once found, he paused and offered it to the fiery-haired woman. "Here. Go get us something to eat." came his demand, coupled with the motioning of his chin towards the numerous food stalls. "Bring me back my change, understood?" Credits didn't grow on trees after all, but she was provided enough to have her pick of the menu. Seren certainly wasn't picky, for he had enough ship-rations to last him a lifetime.

With but a nod, he sent the little Spider on her way and settled onto one of the park's benches. Discreetly, he then tapped the comm affixed in his ear, accessing a rather private network.

"Hail the Crucible."​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Location: By the main pool, on a lounge chair​

Wearing: Swimsuit | Sunblock | Giant Sunglasses​

Tags: [member="Seren"]​

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Her skin was pale enough to reflect the sunlight as it hit her long legs. Could Kiffars even tan? The Minister of Secrets of the Confederacy of Independent Systems was quite certain that the answer to that question was a no, but she was not willing to risk it. She had heard it told that sunburn was a painful thing to experience, and no amount of brain surgery could make the actual damage go away.

Much of her life had been spent indoors and underground. She could still recall that day, several decades ago, when that had not been the case. She remembered the small hut, the simple fabrics worn by the women of her clan, and the preparation to cover her face in those ghastly tattoos. Even as a child who had never known anything else, she remembered how much she had not wanted to be marked like that, as though she would never be free of the chains that turned her into her tribe's property. The sacking of the village the very same day had been a stroke of luck. No one had marked her face. And it was not too long after that, that she had instead marked her soul.

And here she was now, decades later, holding the position of the Minister of Secrets in her grasp. Not even her true superiors had seen it coming. For all intends and purposes, she had been working quietly in the hospitals of Geridard, awaiting for the opportunity to take the place as the Minister of Science. Her years long projects of the mind had earned her with glory in her field, and the work in the hospital had granted her access to the brains and minds of so many Confederates… Did they truly not know, she often wondered, did they truly never suspect that was what in their heads did not truly belong to them? That with the proper tools and equipment, even the dreams they experienced as they slept, belonged to her and hers?

Such sweet thoughts, those were. They made Rhaina sleep like a baby at night.

It had been with a swoop that she'd gotten the position within the Ministry of Secrets after that. The right brains had wandered into her hospital, and through that, access to the network that ran among all the medical facilities under the funding and care of the Confederacy. It had not taken her long to draw the neural map from the brains she had to the brains that she had wanted, and a week before the second Minister was added to the Ministry, they had suddenly changed their minds. Though… She would not exactly claim that it was opinions that had changed, no. Far from it. It had been the mind itself, now turned into a vegetable state, unable to control the body enough to even clean its own mess up. A few more nudges, a few more exchanges with the correct people, and with only a little bit of delay, which was completely understandable considering the grave circumstances, and oh, that poor previous candidate, what an utter tragedy that had been, she'd been granted the position.

And how she relished in it.

Not even her little birds now were aware of how often the missions they fulfilled served not the Confederacy, but her, and those that she served. No bird knew what the other was actively working on, and no bird was even granted knowledge to the full scope of the mission they were on. It was always, go kill this person, go get information from there, go believe you're being rewarded for getting to fling mud balls at the Mandalorians. The Ministry was her little playground and she adored it. And naturally, there were enough missions that served the Confederacy itself. She could not ruin the opportunity to make proper use of the power she'd been granted, after all.

And now back to today…

Today, was one of those little things she had to do despite her wishes, for her job included actually being present from time to time. So while she quite disliked being a combatant, despite her abilities, she made sure to be present at the occasional Confederate party. The Gods knew there were more than enough of them to just pick from. Under normal circumstances, she would have preferred one of those that happened after the sun set, or in exotic locations, but she supposed that considering the mountain of paperwork piling atop her desk, this might do as well. There were enough faces that walked through the halls of the Citadel regularly that greeted her, and she greeted back, and thus she knew that her presence had been sufficiently noted. All she needed now was for the sun to lower itself ever so slightly so that she could get off this lounge chair and back into the cool halls of the building, where the air conditioner reigned supreme.

A sigh escaped her lips as the nanodevice within her ear gave that little sound. She already knew what the content of the message on the other side would be.

"Yes," she agreed with the statement from the person on the other side, "This had better be good."

Violet eyes gazed behind her sunglasses at her surroundings. There were children there. If any of them heard anything… It would be more of a headache to clean up than she had the patience to deal with.

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Location: Water Bar
Wearing: Navy blue bikini and blue floral sarong
Nearby tags: [member="Kat Decoria"], anyone else feel free to join!

The delicious ice cream was no problem to finish off before the hot geonosian sun made it into a milkshake instead. After all, all ice cream took advantage of being a little softer when enjoying it. Not taken directly from the freezer, all solid and rough. Said sun called for a dip in the pool, though. Kathy left the thoughts on yesterdays training at the beach bed and walked over to a stair case close to the water bar.

She would admit that socializing at an event like this did feel a little... Odd? Just a little revealing? Even though time had passed and she had got to know all the pilots in her own squadron, and even a few from the army, the Confederacy was way bigger than that and there was still few people that she knew around here. That was easy to think past though and did not prevent her that much from enjoying the day. She unwrapped the sarong and hang it on a nearby stand before she threw a glance around and waded down the stairs. The cool water tickled the skin initially but were then just as welcome as the warm sun would be after a week on the snowy and windy plains on Hoth. She waded over to the bar and ordered one of those signature cocktails; Wyvern's Resolve, to then walk over to the young blonde woman by the pool wall.

''Pretty neat, huh?'' she said, meaning the waterpark as a whole.

''Never thought we'd have a waterpark in our backyard...'' she continued to explicate what she meant, and then took a sip of the drink and sunk down with the back against the wall and beside the other woman.

 

[Saraya Arenais]

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[member=Seren]​

Even his footsteps commanded her to obey. They made the metal under her feet vibrate violently and caused her muscles to seize, a sensation that he had introduced her to that unfortunate night. It was only when his hand gestured out toward the park that Willow found her feet were finally willing to move. They crunched against earth, eliciting the first and only genuine smile Willow had produced since her entrapment. It was small, and almost as fragile as the woman herself, but it was there. The sensation was altogether magnificent. It was hard to imagine that someone could miss solid ground so much, yet here she was.

'I've heard of the Confederacy.' Her reply was short. They always were. Save to ask or answer necessary questions, she had been tight lipped. In a way giving him more than what he'd asked for felt like rewarding him, and he deserved nothing of the sort. If he was determined to keep her as some kind of house pet then so be it. That is what she would be. The memories of home, of her life before him, they were hers. The only thing he had yet to steal from her. The only source of moderate comfort she had found thus far, and she would keep them for herself if it was the last thing she did.

A single flamed brow lofted at his request, but her hand automatically shot out for the credits. Lavender eyes darted down to make a quick assessment of the amount, before they shot back up to stare at him in disbelief.

'Wh-...' She began to question it, but cut herself short almost as suddenly. Willow's fingers curled around the credits. It had been a good while since she felt their comforting weight grace the center of her palm, and an even longer while since she'd had the pleasure of spending them herself. With nothing more than a confused glance as her final response, Willow began to back away from him. Her movements were slow at first, as though she were waiting for him to suddenly change his mind and bark at her to come back. But the further she got from the bench, the more she realised this was the real deal. He was actually going to let her wander around? On her own? With enough credits to get her a decent way away if she had the mind too?

Her lavender eyes narrowed warily, and she even hesitated at the last second to give him a final chance to change his mind, but he didn't. All of a sudden, her expression changed to one of disgust. What was she doing? Why on earth would she hesitate? Did she want him to make her stay? The very idea made her scoff and turn on her heel, kicking up a cloud of dust as she did.

She could hardly stop her feet from wanting to spring forward and carry her blurring into the center of all the fun, but she did. The slender redhead managed to make it all the way to the edge of the park without so much as speeding her step up. A victory in itself. She knew if she moved too quickly he would change his mind. Viewing the festivities from afar was one thing, but standing on the edge of them looking in brought on a sensation that Willow almost didn't recognise. Repose. The constant fear of having a wolf over her shoulder had faded for the meanwhile. Deep in the back of her mind she knew he would be watching, even if she lost herself in the crowd, but for now this brief taste of freedom wasn't going to be wasted.

Sweeping flaming red locks from her vision, Willow strode into the crowd. Ordinarily it would have been her goal to blend in, to move from group to group, to be entirely unseen, but today? She didn't care. Instead she followed her nose, which caught on to the delightful scent of something cooking over open flame. Everything else was lost to her, for the meanwhile. The scent of something other than the plain ship rations she'd been forced to eat for the past few weeks was mesmerizing. She tailed it all the way to a brightly coloured food stand with a display of skewered meat roasting over a barbeque. Lavender eyes gazed longingly at the charred delicacies, she could practically hear her stomach crying out for them.

'What'll it be, Miss?' Willow paused and unclenched her fist to reveal the pile of credits. There was enough there to get her passage on a ship going to the next sector, at the very least. There might even be enough left over to replace some of the equipment the wolf kept locked up on his ship. The question held more weight than this unsuspecting food vendor knew or even had the mind to understand.

What would it be?

 

[Faye Malvern]

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[member=Valek the Galactic Bard]​

Faye had come to love the heat of Geonosis. It made a stark difference to her previous home of ice and snow, and it had taken her more than a few weeks to get over the shock, but now it was pleasant. It reminded her of home. While the water park held some appeal, Faye couldn't imagine people would be amused at the Minister of Influence whizzing head first down a slide. She wasn't entirely sure Adron would be too pleased with the idea either. There was a reputation to uphold after all, and now she had earned her place at the table it was definitely one she had to help retain.

Instead, she opted to wander through the park. On a day like this she could hardly deny herself a drink or two, so her sunkissed hand nursed a highly decorated cocktail glass filled to the brim with what she would have called an alcoholic slushie. It was gratifying, for once, to hear Golbah City in a state of pure enjoyment. The change from the hustle and bustle of everyday life here was stark. Instead of the usual sounds all Faye could hear was joyful laughter, pleasant conversation, and the convincing cries of food vendors selling their wares. The change in atmosphere was immeasurable too, especially to someone who could feel it all.

As she settled in the shade of a tree, Faye decided to forget all of her work, just for today. Today she would enjoy the sun, she would delight in the fruity cocktail she sipped at, and she would revel in the elation of thousands.

Just as the heat began to sink into her bones, the sound of a soft song drifted in on the breeze. Ebony eyes searched the immediate area for the source, though from the accent she knew exactly who she was looking for. When they finally settled on the musician a smile wormed its way onto her expression. Most of the music she had the chance to listen too rarely contained words, they were elegant concertos designed for dancing. This was altogether something different, and a refreshing change. A perfect accompaniment to a hot day.

When his voice trailed off and signified the end of the song, Faye's hands came together in a soft round of applause. 'That was beautiful.' She raised the fruity drink in the air as a toast, following it with a nod of her head. 'Might I buy the musician a drink as thanks?'

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Location: Somewhere in the Park
Objective: Grab a drink and meet people
Outfit: Crop top with Halter neckline

"Your words are nearly a chant," Vytal remarked as she stood nearby, after a refine woman cheered the bard and offered him refreshment. "How surprising to hear the power of words in music away from home. So often it is lost in the noise of instruments and 'the beat.'" The pale figure stood with her arms crossed, a drink in her right hand providing a light chill to palm and the left arm it pressed against.

In a reluctant, but open admission, the Nightsister added, "I was also surprised by how much I could identify with what you said." Some of the details were wrong, but the sentiment was the same. The red of Dathomir, the endless struggle to survive, the deep of day and night... Vytal was not so sure of this 'zen,' but a plasant gathering of Sisters about a fire would have been welcome. "If I could make a suggestion?" There actually was a moment's pause to give him time to hear the question. "A song of Gathering might be welcome here as well by the crowds." Not to discard what he'd already had ready, but in addition to it later. A musician had more than one song, or at least Vytal believed as much.

Her eyes shifted to Faye and then back to Valek. "I am Vytal. May I join you?" There was no overwhelming sense of the Force or Magick flowing from the Bard, but today was not a day of seeking out the most powerful or the wealthy. Perhaps it would do just to meet the people of the Confederacy. Learn more of the offworlders Vytal had shunned so long fearful they would try to exploit her Sisters. Now they had the fortifications of the Mandragora, she might be able to be less paranoid of each one she passed on the street. Chance meetings like this would test that theory.

Tag: [member="Valek the Galactic Bard"] | [member="Faye Malvern"]​

 

[Gath]

Tag: [member="Seren"] | [member="Rhaina Tira"]​

Location: The Darkness Between the Stars​

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Every breath was an insult.

In the beginning, the plate of iron affixed to his visage served a logicial purpose. T'was simply a vocabulator - one poised to translate his will into the tongues of those beneath. Yet Shimia...blasted Shimia...the offenses of the Confederacy saw that his lungs were forever singed. Though his life remained his own, every breath which invaded his lungs teemed with effort. It mattered not how many gallons of bacta were thrown at the cause - his old enemy had succeeded in marring him evermore. They had succeeded in providing that he, Gath, were but a mere mortal.

The Crucible would do the very same in return.

How silent had then been over these years. Allowing the adversary to grow fat upon the failures of their neighbors. As the Galactic Alliance was drawn and quartered...as the First Order fell to a paltry enemy...the Confederacy began to gorge upon the fallen territory. This, of course, allowed Gath to paint his grand design without interruption. The Darkness of the East had become his home. And now, the time had to come to move. Precious pieces of his chess board were in play - and at the appointed hour, holoscreens erupted into being before his gaze.

Precious seeds, scattered throughout the Southern Systems, had finally taken root. "Yes. It will be." The answer to the quip last uttered rumbled across the encrypted channel, marred by the metallic edge of his affliction. Visible to some and audible to all, Gath began. "The Philistia is nearing completion, thus it is time to move on our adversary. Albatross. I require the trajectories. Will the target be at the appointed locale as promised?"

The avian one knew better than to keep the Commander waiting.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: The Arcade
Wearing: Dress | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 2 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knives | 1 Nastirci Combat Knives
Tags: [member="Alden Akaran"] | Free to join!

"That's an evasive answer, Akaran," she replied with a shrug as she took another bite rom her food, "Unless you're from one of those planets where people ask how you doin' just to be polite and then the other person answers oh all is well or something equally empty to keep the same level of pretend politeness going?"

She didn't like that sort of thing. Never understood it, never got it. When she answered in evasive ways, it was to actually evade the need to answer anything. It was something she would be using on higher ups, or stuck ups, or… Well, all those people who'd worked hard enough to make her feel like chit ever since she'd gotten out of that stupid pebble.

But Alden wasn't one of them. Even Scherezade recognized in the awkwardness they both shared that he was trying to be nice. She didn't quite comprehend it but despite has somewhat abrasive nature, she was more than a touch terrified to turn him from trying to be so towards her.

Sighing, the Sithling took another bite from her food, realizing it was almost finished. "Working like crazy, taking on missions left and right, bored to heck and back with nothing to actually sink my teeth into," she finally answered his own question, and then motioned for the food bar, "hungry?"

 

[Galaar Fett]

Location: Water Bar
Wearing: Shorts, Beach hat
Tags: [member="Calixte Diantha"]

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The corellian whisky that was put in front of the man was quickly acknowledged with a nod toward the bar tender with a smile, and the sliding of credits on the bar top could be heard over the splashing water from other parts of the water park. The glass was lifted to his lips, and the golden liquid was sipped down with a satisfied sigh coming as he moved it from his lips. There really wasn’t too much better than enjoying a cold shot of whisky on a warm day. The way the liquid made it’s way through the body, warming it from the inside out, had any interesting effect on an already warm body. Galaar never really understood the science behind it, he just made sure to always have a glass of whisky ready for him at the monastery after long missions.

Cali’s question about his motivations to come and socialize brought him out of enjoyment of the whisky for a moment, causing him to turn to the woman and smile softly in the beauties direction. “Well, it was to catch up with old friends. I was hoping to see some people that I had fought beside…maybe catch up with them. Got some plans in the works, could use some friends nearby when they come to fruition.” He raised the glass once again to his lips, finishing the shot with a short cough from the fire of the liquid down his throat.

Waving away the last words of his statement, his eyes focused back on Cali, smile returning to his face. “But, business later. Much later, hopefully. Why are you here, exactly?”

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[Xobos Yakieer]

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Location: Beachside of one of the more intense wave pools
Wearing: Swimsuit borrowed from the pink lady
Mental state: Relaxed
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]

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The singsongy voice of one of her best friends had Xobos sitting up in her chair, opening her eyes to look over to where the voice was emanating from. Her grin widened at seeing Zeltron practically skipping over, carrying the pairs drinks along with her. Something that Xobos still didn’t have an answer for was how the woman managed to never spill or trip while skipping. It’s like the alien had somehow learned how to skip before she actually learned to walk, meaning she was more used to it. These were questions that needed answers, and ones that the Miraluka would absolutely dig for.

Her other thoughts went to how..jawdropping the woman’s suit was. If she didn’t know better, Xobos might have guessed that Cali had picked the swimsuit because it almost matched her skin. Or better yet, it actually made sense that Cali would do that purposefully. The woman was extremely comfortable in her own skin, plus she seemed to get enjoyment at seeing the Miraluka blush. Which, as the Zeltron got closer, xobos could feel herself doing, cheeks warm.

She hid those cheeks as best she could while she quickly pulled the drink up to her lips, sipping on it. It left her sputtering at the strength of the drink. Sure, it was colorful and looked super pretty, but it hit like a hovertruck, leaving the Miraluka wishing she hadn’t attempt to suck down the drink so quickly. While recovering, she gave Cali a quick thumbs up, coughing turning to little giggles. “I should have taken that more slowly…obviously.”

With a shrug, Cali’s question lingered on her mind for a moment while she raised the drink back up to her lips to sip on the drink once again. When she was finished, she placed the drink back on the table, smirking lightly in the Zeltron’s direction. “Why, I have not, ms Cali. Are you offering to be so kind to put it on me?” Her smirk turned to a giggle, sitting up and leaning close to the Zeltron as she sat down.

 

[Luca Donskoi]

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Location: Geonosis (The Park)​

Objective: Enjoy The Park​

Equipment: Asheran Armorweave | VT-Kinetic Impact Gel | KC-95 "Ace of Spades" Blaster Pistol | Lightsaber (purple blade)​

Post: 3​

Tag(s): [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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Alden was taken aback as Scherezade challenged his response to her. She had told him he was evading the question, and perhaps, in a way he was, but not out of ill contempt or spite. No. If he really gave her the lavish answer it seemed she wanted, he’d be telling her for hours and there simply wasn’t enough down time afforded to either of them at this junction for that. So instead, he allowed her jest - her challenge - of his answer drift to the wayside. Afterall, what had been done, was already done and by this point she’d already gone into her response to his asking about her.

At the mention of food, Alden’s hand dropped to his stomach as it made its thoughts on the situation evident with its grumble. It seemed he’d just been so set on the fact that he was finally getting some shore leave that wasn’t spent in rigorous training scenarios with Adron that he’d actually neglected to eat. How foolish.

He let out a hearty chuckle after his stomach’s grumbling had ended. “I guess I’d been so focused on just getting some time off for a change, I hadn’t noticed. I’m famished; let’s do this!”

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: The Arcade
Wearing: Dress | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 2 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knives | 1 Nastirci Combat Knives
Tags: [member="Alden Akaran"] | Free to join!

Food it was to be, then. Scherezade nodded, and led the both of them to the place where she had gotten her hotdog a precious few minutes ago, her stomach ready for another pile or few of the same thing. The stall—bar offered various kinds of cheap meat as well as buckets of popcorn, sticks of cotton candy, and slurpies in every color of the rainbow.

But Scherezade was simple when it came to food. Hotdog, extra bacon, and a side of pickled cabbage. Once again she was given it in bread, and once again she discarded that, making a face. Maybe, if she was still hungry after that, she'd offer a different place for food. One where she could have her meat without the added bread. It was such a waste.

"How long has it been since you took some time off?" she asked as they waited for Alden's food to be given to him, "What do you even do with the Confederacy, now that you're not crashing on planets anymore?"

 

[Kat Decoria]

The water was so relaxing that Kat felt herself fall into a sort of slumber. However, when she heard a voice call out to her, Kat opened her eyes and looked over to the other woman with a warm smile etched on her face. "Hi, yeah, it is pretty neat to have this here. Must be nice to enjoy the water after a busy day, I know I could use one at Kashyyyk." Kat commented as she took another sip of her drink. It was nice to have company and someone to talk to.

"My little niece would love to come try out the different rides. She can be a little wild like me at times, so she would definitely be jealous when I tell her about all this." Kat chuckled as she ordered a second drink and rubbed her shoulders firmly. "How's your day?"

[member="Kathryn Foster"]

 

[Laneya Wexler]

Location: Souvenir Stalls​

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Wearing: [xXx]​

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Tags: Free to join​

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News of this water park had spread, at least to certain circles of people, and as that information trickled down the chain, Laneya had caught wind of it. The idea of such a place had sparked an instant desire to both see it and participate in it, and as such? She had worked hard to make sure she had the means to go. When she had arrived, the teen filtered her way in with other patrons, and then she had broke away from the crowd so that she could explore the place first hand. She wanted to see everything with her own eyes, touch everything with her own hands. Of course, she wasn’t allowed to touch everything, and she didn’t try – she wasn’t an idiot. But she most definitely got as close to everything she could.

Never before had she been to such a place. She had never had the freedom allotted to her to do as such. So this new experience was something she was planning to enjoy thoroughly. Admittedly Lana had no idea just what exactly she could or should do here. There were so many things and it was a bit overwhelming to someone who had never experienced such a thing. Sure, she’s been to fun places here and there since she broke away from the Home, but it had never been anything like this place.

Eventually Lana found her way to the souvenir stalls, and immediately she was drawn in by all of the baubles and trinkets that were for sale. She knew better than to buy up anything right now; for one she didn’t want to carry things around with her all day long, and for another as soon as she bought something she would end up finding something else that she liked more.

So for the time being, the teen settled for meandering and more or less windowless-window-shopping. Sooner or later she would migrate somewhere else, but for now she was satisfied by looking at all of the pretty and/or cute things set out on display.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Location: Beachside of one of the more intense wave pools
Wearing: Monokini Bandage Swimsuit
Tags: [member="Xobos Yakieer"]

The Zeltron giggled as Xobos fought to contain her excitement. "Strong stuff, huh?" She brought the glass up to take a sip of the drink herself. Her eyes fell shut and a broad smile spread across her lips as Cali sat on her own chair enjoying the moment. Hey, the planet wasn't half bad when there was moisture in the air. All that arid stuff typical of the planet wasn't good for a girl's skin, you know. So much moisturizer -- it should probably be a crime to haul around so much, but no Zeltron was turning into a raisin!

With the sound of Xobos setting her glass down, the pink one's eyes slid open and she hurried to set her's aside as well. Nothing like a cool drink and a little tipsy to make things pass smoothly. Though, with her Miraluka present it was unlikely it'd pass any other way. Which is why the Zeltron's eyes quickly turned back to the pretty Sith Acolyte.

Even as the other woman's lips moved, Cali was already in flight. She slipped off her chair, and her face went straight in toward the Miraluka's. Blind or not her Force Sight would find that pink face taking up every inch of sight as the tip of Cali's nose stopped a quarter inch short of Xobos'. If the woman leaned back to avoid contact or seek more space, Cali would only follow until she stopped -- either out of surrender, or to avoid breaking her back. Wide-eyed, Cali gazed into that cloth covering where Xobos' eyes would be on a human. "You are not turning into a red kyber crystal." Her hands had taken up position on either side of her companion. If it'd been necessary to pursue Xobos, a leg or two might have taken perch as well.

Judgment delivered, Cali drew back as swiftly as she'd arrived. Just enough to reach down between the chairs and produce a bottle for Xobos' examination. "Ta da." Face-splitting grin accompaniment followed. "Now, lay on your front. And remember there are children present, so no loud, lewd noises." Cali was pretty sure she'd threatened to give Xobos a massage once and how Cali believed Zeltrons were like the best masseurs in the galaxy. Not that this was technically a massage. Oh, "And strip."

 

[Calixte Diantha]

Location: Water Bar

Wearing: [xXx]

Tags: [member="Galaar Fett"]


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Calixte listened as she got an answer from the man seated beside her, though she had taken the time to switch out her empty drink for the fresh, full one that had been made and offered over to her. The redhead’s body then shifted back so that she was paying full attention to Galaar, and she sipped idly at the straw while she listened to his explanation.

“Well, you accomplished at least one of those goals.” Cali stated. “You’ve now seen someone you’ve fought alongside, and you’ve at least told me that you have plans.” She arched a brow, clearly amused with this fact. “Though as for the rest of it?” she shrugged a shoulder and took the time to sip at her drink again before continuing. “I suppose you’ll figure that out when its business time, hm?”

When he asked about why she was here, the redhead made a noise in her throat and looked away and out over the pool instead. “I’ve spent more time on jobs, or running around here and there doing this and that…I just needed a break. Get out, do something that didn’t involve my gear or my blades. So when this cropped up? It was like divine intervention, and I jumped at the opportunity to get out, get some sun, and maybe even catch up with some familiar faces.”

She smirked against the straw as it was brought back up towards her mouth. “Which means I’ve accomplished a goal or two as well already.”

 

[Seren]

Tag: [member="Willow Fae"] | @Rhiana Tira​

Location: Park Bench, Golbah City​

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The temptation was Strong.

Golbah City was the beating heart of one of the most powerful nations in the Galaxy. Therefore, the metropolis was far greater and far denser than any hovel in Hutt Space. Unlike the locales the Wolf and the Spider had frequented thus far, this one (seemingly) was a better avenue for escape. With spaceports strewn about, public transit, and a thriving event to boot? To simply take off running into the crowd and to never look back must have been the definition of enticing. And yet, even though the doors of the vessel slid open and the landing ramp had fully extended, the Vahla's footsteps came to a halt. On the precipice of an attempt at freedom, Willow stopped.

T'was as if an invisible leash had been coiled about her very existence, and the one at the far end was none other than Seren. She knew better, by now, than to attempt such things. Knew that, no matter how far she ran or how far, he always found her. Acceptance was far better than prolonging the inevitable. The less of a nuisance she made herself, the more comfortable her days and her nights would be. After all, though it was her own transgressions that had begun the circumstances of the present, her consequence did not need to be a perpetual damnation.

Nonetheless, once the pair had disembarked and the credits were pressed into her grasp, Seren turned his mind onto more mundane affairs. Before he had begun to kneel before the pallid Witch. Before he had even begun his search for his elder sibling in earnest, there was the Crucible. The organization had been responsible for plucking the wayward pup out of the jaws of death when he first emerged in the modern Galaxy. And thus, he owed them a debt of gratitude for each breath that entered his lungs. Thus, as he reclined against the park bench, he spared not a thought for the fiery-haired woman under his care. He knew it would not be long until she joined him.

And in the interim, he would listen.

The thunderous baritone which greeted the channel was all-too familiar. It had a metallic edge - one born of wounds sustained whilst battling against this very nation. And yet, despite facing down some of the Confederacy's best, the Commander yet lived. He, like all true adversaries, was of the stubborn sort and would not go quietly into oblivion. For now, his dictation was not intended for the Wolf, as he was addressing one of their collaborators. But, the nugget of information afforded in his speech was quite interesting. The Philistia was nearing completion...and once that calamity was fully operational, the peace of the Southern Systems would be an illusion of the past.

Seren looked over to where the young woman stood, debating what to procure for their afternoon meal. His microphone was promptly muted as a solemn sigh fell from his lips. She had brought this one herself, after all. She had been the one who had trespassed and attempted to steal from him. And she was a stubborn mess to boot. She...She...

Just what the Hell was he getting her into.

 

[Galaar Fett]

Location: Water Bar
Wearing: Shorts, Beach hat
Tags: [member="Calixte Diantha"]

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He liked her. Her wit was something that could easily rub off on someone like him, and it was obvious enough that she knew that fact too. The firey haired woman was a Mandalorian he could see himself fighting alongside. And if the plans that he had in the works began to work out, he would need as many guns beside him as possible. Cali was putting herself at the front of the line for people he would need to call up.

As the woman spoke, Galaar nodded to the bartender to fill both of their drinks once again. He wasn’t trying to get them both tipsy, per say, but a good shot of whisky always made company a little better. Her reasons for being here almost mirrored his own, causing him to chuckle lightly. Her last statement, speaking how she might have already completed one of those goals with that little smirk peaking at her lips had the man sitting up a little bit straighter in his chair, a soft grin hinting on his features.

He allowed the glass to be refilled by the bartender, giving him another nod and sliding him a few extra credits, and took a small sip before speaking, his grin no longer hidden behind his harder features. “Get a little extra sun, hm? Aren’t you slightly more susceptible to getting burned? I hope you’ve taken time to get protected.” Taking another sip, his eyebrow raising while a knowing smirk peaked at the edge of his lips.