Aloha Archae | CIS Dominion of Archae Teuthis (U,40)

[Adron Malvern]

Adron had still been holding his sister in a loving embrace when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up once again. This time the Force was vivid in it's silent message to him, danger. Without a word he looked down to Faye and then realized the situation he had unwittingly brought himself into.

“Oh kark.” He said, before the loud shattering of glass could be heard. Adron winced softly before turning around and seeing a sight he truly wished to avoid. The Dark Side of the Force fed on all negative emotions and in this moment there was a feast of such radiating from Adron’s dearest. Alessandra was no less the stunning beauty she always was, however in this moment it was partially overshadowed by unyielding rage. Exhaling a bit, he knew this was going to be the beginning of a long night. He looked around and the crowd had parted to give a wide berth from the unscheduled bit of entertainment. “Alessandra. Stop it.” His words were cold and quiet as he gestured to the people around him.

“We are on a foreign world. Listen, come upstairs and I'll explai-” The flames that had been slowly dancing in the woman’s palm flew out, lashing towards Adron in a violent flurry. His hand rose in reaction as The Force created a barrier to halt the inferno. So not to harm any others the flames dissipated in before Adron’s palm yet his gaze had gone cold at Alessandra’s reaction. “Have you lost your mind?!” He hissed, glaring at the woman as he approached her. “Listen to me.” He said, his words coming out muddled in frustration. “Come upstairs.” He gestured to the balcony. “It's important we not cause more of a scene here. Besides, I'm sure my little sister would love to get to know you better.” Each word was layered with more anger and agitation than the next as he tried to get Alessandra to understand.
[member="Alessandra Creed"][member="Faye Malvern"]

 

[Kasca Fen]

Kasca was rarely impatient, but she did have quite a bit of anticipation to watch the guests enjoy the drugs she had laced their food and drink with. She sipped her red wine, having found that she really enjoyed the beverage, but knowing too, that it was laced and an alcohol. Both would intoxicate her. Now came the tricky part... making friends. The only person she knew in the Confederacy was Scherezade. She struggled for a while, wondering if she should impose on the other woman or if she should take some time to try joining peoples conversations. For her first 30 minutes, she tried to just meander and join conversations as they came but honestly, Kasca was quite terrible at interpersonal relationships. The drugs had started to work though. Her walls were starting to come down and she was feeling more light, sweet, even... a little amorous.

It took a while of wading through the crowd to finally find [member="Scherezade deWinter"] but she finally made it over. "Hello."She said and for a moment stood there, masked and likely unrecognizable to a woman who only met her once. As intense as that meeting had been, as joyous as it had been for her, it would be hard to recognize a masked woman. Kasca realized that after a moment and carefully lifted her mask. "It's Kasca Fen." she said a bit sheepishly.

 

[Darth Miseria]

Form: xxx​

Tags: [member=Jaron Lesan] | [member=Scherezade deWinter] | [member=Kasca Fen]​

Post: Five​

'MADDY!'

Dianah screeched back, waving furiously over the tops of people's heads. The increase in height from her shift coupled with the tall high heeled boots that completed her outfit allowed her to peer over the crowds. She could see Madalena's head bobbing toward her at a quick pace and Dianah bounded forward to meet her. It had been a while since the two had met, the last time they'd been kidnapped and forced to make their way across a dangerous jungle. Despite the fact that it came as a surprise, Dianah now held the incident fondly in her memory. It was definitely a bonding moment for the two and they were becoming fast friends.

She returned the crushing hug with enthusiasm and then took a step back, twirling a little to flash off her form. Madalena had been the only person in her life to express actual amazement at her shifting abilities. They'd talked about it at great length during their first mission together. Dianah even managed to accomplish something she'd never have even thought to try, all under Madalena's guidance. It was safe to say she was more than pleased with her friend's reaction.

'Actually they're a little of everything. Mostly tendon and hair. I had to lose a little mobility in my ankles and elbows to do it, but it means I can do this!' She turned her arms around slowly, wedging one of her fingers under the stitching to give it a firm tug. It pulled away from her skin and sprang back with a sharp snap. 'I can't tell you how long it took me, I was half blue half brown for ages and I'm not sure I'll shrink back anytime soon but it's so worth it!'

Dianah finally took a proper look at Madalena and whistled shrilly, followed by a wide grin in her direction. When the pair had first met Madalena had been someone entirely different. Her skin was tight around her bones and every part of her body looked like it would cut you if you got near enough. Since then something had changed in her and it wasn't just her body filling out. She no longer called herself Scherezade, she wasn't the anxious, quiet girl Dianah had talked too during the Honey Boo's first night out. Madalena was an entirely different person, even if they'd once shared the same body.

'You know, every time I've seen you you've been all covered up. I'm liking this look. You're gorgeous!'

Jaron returned with the drinks and Dianah took hers gratefully. There wasn't much of a relationship between Madalena and Jaron just yet but Dianah hoped tonight would be a reason for them to become friends as well. Both of them were equally incredible and from the moment she'd met them Dianah had been nothing but grateful. She let a laugh slip when Jaron made his toast coupled with a shake of her head and a soft tut. Madalena's toast was one she could get behind though. In fact, she'd entirely forgotten to tell that story to Jaron.

'To stupid, forever dead cults, new friendships and jumping down a dragons throat.' Dianah raised her glass to both of them, relishing in the soft clink they made as they joined together. After a deep drink Dianah turned her head to Jaron and smirked. 'Remind me to tell you that story. It's a good one. Madalena was amazing!' With their toast finished, Dianah was just about to jump into retelling the tale when the masked woman approached the group. Dianah was all for making new friends and offered the woman a warm smile as she addressed Madalena.

 

[Faye Malvern]

Wearing: xxx​

Tags: [member=Adron Malvern] | [member=Alessandra Creed] ​

Post: Six​

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How was it that someone's embrace could feel like home? Faye couldn't and didn't want to try and describe the comforting feeling of her brother's arms. So many things had happened since they saw each other last. When she had been whisked away from Serenno there had barely been time to disagree. She had simply accepted her fate and gotten on the shuttle that had been sent for her, leaving the only family she had behind.

'Where have you been? Why didn't you try to find me?'

Faye pulled away from the hug to search his eyes for the answer. Would the question cause him pain? Had he missed her as much as she missed them? She opened her mouth to barrel ahead with another question, mainly to ask why he'd said "oh kark", but before she could get so much as a syllable out the sound of smashing glass interrupted her thoughts. Faye snapped her head in the direction of the noise, narrowing her eyes a little at the interruption. The woman who stood a foot or two across from them was perhaps one of the most beautiful Faye had seen in a long time, but for now her mind was hyper focused on whatever the hell her problem was.

Jealousy was an easy emotion to spot. Upon closer inspection it was etched all over her face as plain as day. Faye's eyebrows knitted together in confusion and bewilderment took over her expression. Her head turned back to her brother, then to the woman, then to her brother again. Adron with a girlfriend? The thought was very nearly laughable but there wasn't time to dwell on the matter. The charcoal headed woman growled out her threat, which made Faye turn her lips down into a frown.

'What are you talking about you psyc-..'

Normally she was more graceful and well spoken. She'd never dream of calling someone a psycho, but for some reason her emotions were running hot and heavy. Something was stopping her from thinking before speaking. Fortunately Adron's smooth voice interrupted her before she could finish her sentence. At least now Faye could put a name to the face. Alessandra. If it weren't for the fact that she'd just threatened her Faye would have been overjoyed to meet someone that could catch Adron's eye and hold it there.

The flickering fire that had been resting in her fingers shifted and whizzed in their direction. Faye would have flinched but Adron raised a hand and the bright flame died away into nothing before her eyes. She could tell her brother was nervous. He was tripping over his own words and desperately trying to explain. Faye rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and gave off a heavy sigh. The wine was more powerful than she'd originally planned, she could already feel the affects taking hold of her. A thick cloud of fog took over her inhibitions, and in the "alcohol" induced haze Faye took a step forward toward the woman who had just tried to kill them both.

'Allow me to introduce myself, before you throw anymore fire balls. I'm Faye Malvern.' She motioned to the stairs with a free hand, her voice thick with amusement as the situation finally caught up to her. 'Please, join us upstairs.'

 

[Eugen Aker]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Boardwalk[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Trick[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Amid all the terrifying costumes on display, no one found the goofy looking [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]scarecrow[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] scary in the slightest. Never the less, she drew attention as she shambled down the boardwalk doing a [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]wild dance[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Along the way, she left a trail of loose straw and...full-sized candy, not the pitiful tiny "fun sized" pieces now being passed out by most. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]That was sure to make her popular with the locals.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Indeed it did, netting her an ever-growing crowd behind her, mostly younglings, following her all around the boardwalk. They had a grand old time, giggling at the comical dancing stranger while never questioning the unending lines of candy falling from the pockets and tears of her overalls. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]They had taken the bait.

[member="Allyson Locke"] [/SIZE]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Post: 1

"Maddy."

A hand was placed on the shoulder of Madalena ( [member="Scherezade deWinter"] ) as a gentle smile crossed the blonde haired Jedi's face. He had come as a sort of +1 for [member="Jyoti Nooran"] but Jyoti had decided to go and traumatize a group of kids, leaving Josh to his own devices for a bit. So of course, he had gone looking for his friend. He hadn't expected to find her nearly naked, but perhaps he should have seen it coming.

"Nice outfit" He joked lightly. Josh himself was wearing garb you might find on the world's most generic smuggler. A rough looking vest and coat, to compliment each other. His hair, instead of being tied back, had been let down and came down to his shoulders. His beard looked rougher, as if he hadn't bothered to properly tame it on this day.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Boardwalk
Objective: Trick
Costume: Slayer

Bright yellow long sleeve top, short enough to show her stomach paired with a short yellow skirt with purple trim throughout. Happy footsteps followed behind the dancing scarecrow who left a trail of candy in her wake. It was an interesting dance that the woman lead with, it caused the cheerleader to raise an eyebrow and struggle to keep step with her march. Holding the baton tightly, she began to hum a soft little song under her breath to keep the rhythm of her march and twirling.

Allyson every so often would spin the baton she had with her. The ends of the baton flashed with lights as it spun. Tossing the flashing baton into the air, the Corellian spin, clapped a rhythmic beat and caught the baton behind her back. The casual spins and tosses of the colorful baton continued as the cheerleader kept a perfect march beat avoiding any chocolate in her steps. The last thing anyone wanted was to waste chocolate on the bottom of perfect white tennis shoes.

The small children clapped happily as she bowed and continued to entertain with the bright baton.

Oh the happy little younglings.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Athena]

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Archae Teuthis, Expansion Region, Brevost Sector​

Outfit: X​

Tag: [member="Arekk"]​

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“Yes! Almost!”, she spoke cheerfully, adjusting the curls that she had willed her hair into, along with a wreath of golden laurels. Athena had based her costume off of book of myths that she had crossed on the Holo-Net. The replicant female spent much of her time running through information out of sheer curiosity. This was something she had come to love. Flowing, ivory, chiton garments that were secured by a series of metallic fasteners at the tops of her shoulders.

Athena spun around in the mirror, watching the way the fabric swirled near her ankles, and giggled at the gossamer fabric that had been attached to a ring on the back of her neck. The long panels were also attached to rings that wound about her middle fingers. Her arms were sleeveless and were instead decorated with golden armbands that matched her gladiator style shoes. She felt free, floaty, like a little angel that had come to play with the mortals.

Her makeup had been carefully applied with kohl mascara and golden sweeps of shadow. The way Are’kk looked at her when she appeared caused her hands to clasp in front of her while a blush stole over her cheeks. He was so complimentary. “Thank you…”, Athena spoke sweetly, before she grasped the edges of her dress hand gave a princess-esque curtsey. Her smile bloomed next and she scampered to his side—full of barely contained excitement.

She loved his armor! It was so interesting and it looked fairly intricate. For a party—Not bad! Her fingers splayed over the little pieces of it while chandelier earrings glimmered in the light. “This is so wonderful! I hope we will not be too late.”

Her quarters on the Ebon Hawk, which mostly kept her clothes, had been turned upside down in an effort to make herself beautiful enough. Eventually, her hand pulled at his shoulder so she could lean up to kiss him softly. She was thankful that he would take her so far from home just to expose her more people. She was so curious about everything. It was all new to her. “What will we do first? Will we dance? Will we have tricks? And treats?”

Athena still wasn’t sure about the tricky part. Who wanted to be tricked?

 

[Kinaa Ronos]

Wearing: This​

Meeting: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Faye Malvern"] [member="Alessandra Creed"] ​

Meeting up with: [member="Kylo Kyr'am"]​

Post: 1​

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Kinaa Ronos checked the invitation to make sure she was at the right address. Yep, Archae Teuthis. Got the right planet at least, that’s a start. The blonde Mandalorian didn’t want to show up just anywhere dressed as a slutty cat. Then again, she was meeting both her new boss AND her love interest dressed as a slutty cat.

Is this really one of your best ideas, Kinaa?

Either way she noticed other guests milling around the firepits wearing costumes, so she’d found the location. Pre-party jitters took ahold of her as she realized her own attire was more DIY than some of the elaborate gowns and masks she spied.

The blonde warrior quickly found a table of edible delights, selecting a skewer packed full with delicate meat and vegetables, yet tucking into it found there to be a strangely bitter aftertaste. She immediately chalked it up to an allergy. Maybe.

Now which man to find first? Kylo or Mr. Malvern. Kinaa was on her own and as sweet as the head of Kyr’ac clan had been, she’d always held a job, something to keep her busy and keep food on the table. So she’d accepted work with the Viceroyal to be his bodyguard. Even Sith Lords needed extra protection from time to time. She spied him, recognizing him from his holopicture and approached as he and two other women appeared to be in a very serious conversation, all of them motioning towards the stairs.

A quick introduction and then I’ll find Kylo, she thought. She walked up to the trio, holding a champagne flute in her hand and feeling a little bit funny. Of course you feel funny, you’re dressed as a black cat.

“Viceroyal Malvern? Sorry to interrupt, but I’m Kinaa Ronos, your new bodyguard.”

As soon as she’d uttered the the words, the blonde Mandalorian felt a strange, heated rush through her body, not desire or anger, but something otherworldly. But she couldn’t very well dash off to the fresher in the middle of the introduction, could she?

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: Otok Bay [Leaving, Immediately.]​

Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Faye Malvern"] [member="Kinaa Ronos"]​

Wearing: XXXX​

Her eyes were cruel. Between the hateful expression that had twisted classically striking features into that of a wrathful snake and the fire that reignited at her fingers—her eyes were still the worst. They were expressive, dipped in shadow, and sharper than broken glass. Crimson lips twitched it what could have been misconstrued as humor were it not for the fact that she was blisteringly heated. He gestured toward the people, who, to be honest, weren’t really all that close by and her eyes rolled heavenward.

Now he cared?

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

The fact that he thought to even try and rationalize what he had done just made her eyes darken. He blocked the flame she threw in the general direction of his face and her expression remained as it was. It was a vein of distaste that would appear foreign to him. They’d met under diplomatic circumstances in which she’d been firm with Commenor, though, her head always remained in the game. Focused. This was different. It was personal.

He approached and she backed away. The movement was quick. She had never shied away from him before. For a brief moment, her eyes flickered, and as her jaw tightened Adron would see a breath of what he seemed to overlook entirely. Whatever she’d witnessed? It hurt. She felt scalded from the inside out and he was worried about causing a scene? A rather careless sneer tore across her expression to hide anything that might have resembled humanity. Her eyes narrowed at the claim that this willowy thing was his sister. Disbelief. She remained unmoved.

All of his female siblings were dead. By his own admission, they were dead.

The harlot spoke up. She didn’t look at the brunette, dressed like a little princess, but instead seemed to look through the dark-haired Exarch. Faye Malvern. What kind of joke was that? Was it a lie? Something designed to save a little dignity in the face of exposure? Both seemed to wish that she would follow them upstairs but she remained rooted to the spot. Her legs felt as if they had grown roots, tethering her down, if only, to keep her from slapping Adron in his too handsome, too pretty face.

Her lips parted to respond but an interruption to her left stilled her. A small creature, wearing feline ears, with silken blonde hair and the distinct air of Mandalorian about her. Her eyes turned back toward the man whom she thought she could trust. “Bodyguard. Right. Another one.”

She twirled her hand in the air and slowly extinguished the second fireball. Her emotions rolled through her like a wave and bitterness snared logic through and through. There was no pretense, no hesitation, just an intense feeling of being wronged. It was amplified by the very Sith need for revenge. When she finally fell into motion it was only to shake her head. Her eyes closed.

“Enjoy your party. Exarch.”

Her words were soft, but his title, she spat with enough venom to poison an entire city. Her head was swirling, both with wine, and the lovely [Trick] someone had left behind. She’d been drinking most of the night while doing what was expected of her. She had never anticipated this.

She turned on her heel without a word and raised her wrist to speak into her comm.

“Prepare my ship. I want to be off this rock within an hour.”

 

[Kylo Kyr'am]

Wearing: This Costume

Meeting up with [member="Kinaa Ronos"]

Kylo would walk up to the building knowing this had to be the place, everyone was in a costume. Kylo was dressed as a killer clown. He was seen in a black and red clown costume styled clothes, black unlaced boots, then his mask was all white with red paint and a scar over the forehead, with orange hair sticking out under a small black top hat. The mask had black netting over the eyes so his eyes couldn't be seen.

Once Kylo was inside he begin looking around for Kinaa. He noticed a lot of unique costumes. After a moment or two he sighted Kinaa, he would recognize her instantly, that cat costume was very attractive on her. Kylo would walk up behind her wrapping his arms around her and putting his head on her shoulder hugging her, then in a jokingly manner whispered in her ear. Do clowns scare you Kitty cat.

Kylo continued to hold Kinaa around the waist.

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[Jaron Lesan]

Wearing: xxx​

With: [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Kasca Fen"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]​

Post: two​

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Jaron did not see what was wrong with his toast. Clearly he was calling Dianah beautiful and working to endear himself to her friend. The effort to impress was being put in admirably, as the kiss to his cheek had noted. He may have been a bit smug about the fact that his attempt to be nice with Dianah's friend seemed to work, but then again, before Dianah, Jaron would not have tried. Maddy offered her own toast, one that Dianah had said came with a story. His curiosity was piqued at the moment he heard about dead cults and knew there was something to that he wanted to know.

"And to think that I thought that you only committed mass murder with me, ner cyare," Jaron teased as he raised his glass. "Dead cults and new friends it is... that part about the dragon's throat though..." A chuckle escaped Jaron's mouth knowing he had done certainly more dangerous things than that. After all when he met Dianah he nearly killed himself using a combination of force power that had been needed to keep them, and mostly her, alive. It had led to a vision, one that Jaron still wondered if he chasing or disregarding. Either way his choice had been made a long time ago. He and Dianah were fated to be one.

He took a drink and no sooner had his glass come down than a new member Jaron did not know came to greet Maddy. Another followed on her heels immediately, and Jaron smirked as he wondered if her costume was the reason she was so popular. He would never voice it, but when someone displayed the courage to come to a party as she did, that usually gained the person much deserved attention and respect.

"Seems your friend here is quite popular tonight. I wonder if she is going to introduce us to these people. Especially the bearded one. I'm curious as to how they know each other.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Bottom part, Top part, Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots
Wielding: 4 Czerka knives
Tags: [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
Post: 4

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Madalena bounced and squealed as Dia explained how she had turned herself into the costume that she was tonight, and couldn’t keep herself from poking a piece of stitching before falling into mad laughter regarding the matter. As almost always, she wanted to lure Dianah into a dark corner and experiment on what she could and couldn’t do with that form, but this was a party and Madsy was going to be on her utter best behavior, sans-experimentation.

“I might always be covered up, but I’m almost always wearing skin tight gear anyway,” she said with a grin and pretended an innocent expression on her face, “so really, it’s not that much of a difference. Besides, all the private bits are properly covered.” Madalena was far from the dainty and tiny-measuremented women that seemed to so often be present at various governments and hierarchies, but she didn’t care. She had a mirror on her ship and she knew even without it that she looked great, and while she wasn’t really vain about it, she wasn’t really modest regarding the matter either. She was young and she turned heads, so why not enjoy it.

Jaron made a comment about mass murder, drawing another huge grin from Madalena. “I leave a trail of dead wherever I go,” she said with a little shrug, not remembering who the first person was who had coined that saying about her, “and Dia is a lovely partner to have for such adventures. Maybe you could join in next time,” she offered with a genuine smile. Madalena was a people-person. If they were all of the same mind? The more the merrier!

The three toasted, and Madalena was just about to take a sip from her glass, when she noticed a masked woman ([member="Kasca Fen"]) who was looking at her from close-by. She raised her eyebrows, wondering if this was supposed to remember her signature within the Force, but nothing bubbled to the surface of her memories. The woman introduced herself, giving a name. Still no sign of recognition from Madalena, who really didn’t know.

“Madalena Antares,” she said with a smile as she held her forearm out to shake with hers.

A hand on her shoulder and Madalena spun around, emerald eyes falling on her BFF, Jedi Master [member="Josh DragonsFlame"].

“JOSH!” Madalena screamed as she spun around and jumped on him with a lung crashing hug. “thank you,” she laughed, “your costume sucks!”

Turning around while still holding Josh’s arm, Madalena smiled at everyone who had come together. It was going to be an awesome evening! Somewhere between the toast and jumping on Josh she had lost her glass, which was a shame, since she hadn’t even taken a single sip yet. Oh well. She’d have to remedy that after introductions were made.

“Okay, round of introductions!” she announced and started pointing while bouncing in her spot as well, “this is Josh, he’s my best dude friend, and he’s with the Silvers. This is Dia, she’s a fellow Knight Obsidian, and she can shift into a tree! And that’s Jaron, her paramour, and… Jaron, I don’t know almost anything about you other than your fine taste in women. Are you a Knight Obsidian too?” Was paramour even the right word to use? Neither Dia nor Jaron had used any words to describe their type of togetherness that Madalena could remember. She hoped that if it was wrong, they’d at least take it okay, “and this is Kasca!” With no memories of Kasca, who a girl who no longer existed had brought into the Mandragora, there was nothing she could add to her introduction. But it didn’t matter. Everyone was here, and tonight was going to rock.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Wearing: THIS HAT​

Bumping into: [member="Alessandra Creed"]​

Post: Three​

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Someone said party, and where there was a party there were potential clients. Ambrose had never been much for mingling strictly for the sake of mingling. Even when there were times to do that on his ship, with his crew, he often sat and watched as they enjoyed themselves and just... smiled. Just because he did not venture out into the social lives of the people he knew, he did enjoy it when they enjoyed themselves. Today was purely about business though. Everyone knew the Confederacy paid top shelf credits for those under their employ, and with the number of viceroyals that would be in attendance, Ambrose wasn't going to miss the opportunity to make a few contacts.

What was the best way to do that? To show up as himself of course... his only real costume piece being a hat that he had gotten from an old friend of his. It was a loud and obnoxious statement, but it would certainly be the icebreaker he needed it to be.

His eyes settled on few wealthy looking types on the balcony or something, and he thought that he would make his way to where they were. The man seemed to be in some kind of trouble considering that there were two brunettes, and one throwing fireballs, Ambrose cold only assume the man had been caught redheaded dipping his hand into more than one cookie jar. Ambrose chuckled at his own mental joke. A tray of delectable drinks passed by him, but he waved them off. Never trust a drink at a party. Pulling out his own flask he took his own drink as he continued to walk along, not paying any attention to the fact miss fireball was rushing his direction.

CRASH!!!​

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Ambrose was flat on his backside, but the flask, well that flew up in the air and spilled it contents all over the woman that he had just bumped into. Looked like he wasn't going to be getting any work from this party. Instead he was going to have to deal with an already angry woman, and the fact that what was in the flask had ruined her dress.

He sighed as he jumped back up to his feet.

"I am sooooo sorry! I wasn't even paying attention... miss... I will replace that for you I swear... ummmmm right."

He honestly had no idea what to do with his hands at the moment. Ambrose wanted to help, and even grabbed a small handkerchief from his pocket only to realize it was not big enough to even cover the mess that he made. Frak! This was not going to be his day at all. He could already tell this was not going to end well!

[member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Faye Malvern"] | [member="Kinaa Ronos"]

 

[Arekk]

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Archae Teuthis, Expansion Region, Brevost Sector​

Outfit: X
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[member="Athena"] ​

"We will be there right on time if my calculations are right."

Ar'ekk felt strange wearing this type of outfit that resembled an ancient warrior's set more than anything, making him miss his leather jacket and pants yet today had to be a happy day so no sad faces were allowed. Holding Athena by his side and planting a kiss on her temple, the former Jedi appreciated once more her cute outfit and overall look with loving compliments and "Oh!" faces that denoted his utter excitement.

Showing her the world like it should be was an ever warming thought that had been crossing his head for so long and knowing that today was the day to properly do it had him slightly nervous yet happy to take her somewhere she'd be able to meet other people. Her exposure to meeting strangers had been a couple of missions where she accompanied Ar'ekk away from Lithios but that was it.

"Mhmmmmm.... I'm not sure yet. We both love dancing, don't we? Could do that first!" He mused with a big grin on his face while gently pressing Athena closer to him, caressing her soft cheeks. "And you know I love eating so that's definitely on the plate, no pun intended."

The Ebon Hawk soon touched the ground with the rest of the vessels and the lower ramp opened to allow them into the spooky party. Tricks and treats awaited for them.

"Hopefully we'll have a handful of both!"

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[Adron Malvern]

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This evening was spiraling out of control far faster than Adron had the patience for. He offered his sister an arch of the brow as she stepped forward attempting to convey his story to Alessandra. As lovely as she was there would be little to sate the deadly anger of the young Minister. When Alessandra said Adron would not tell her what to do he felt a slow headache begin to crawl over him. This was entirely more than he had been expecting for this evening.

When Adron approached again Alessandra retreated from him. This was what caught the man's attention. He had known Alessandra as long as he had been in The Confederacy and he never once watched her give ground to anyone, for any reason. Her eyes told the story he least wanted to see. This 'slight' had been a wound to the woman in a way that he could barely comprehend. He had been hurt before yet he could not understand why the woman could not see the truth that laid before her. Not once had Adron spared a second glance to any other woman, he had hoped that at least would give him ground to stand on. It certainly did not.

He tried to speak again, but this time a voice filled his ears. A young voice that had breached the space that had been cleared to allow the group some bit of privacy....well more so no one was swallowed by the wrath of the woman who stood before Adron.

Her name was all too familiar yet in the very moment he could not place it. Once she revealed she had been the new bodyguard that he commissioned he buried his face into the palm of his hands. Alessandra's words were....expected and he gave a deep sigh in response to her. "This is not happening." He huffed with a tired expression crossing his face. When Alessandra spoke Adron could easily recognize the immense anger and pain behind her words. He still could not understand it, yet as she turned to leave Adron sighed once again. In reality he should just let the woman leave and cool off. He was not the type to follow after a hurt woman like some mongrel pup...….Yet his legs were moving. Why were they moving!?

He walked over to [member="Faye Malvern"] with a soft tone taken up. "Listen. I need to handle this. Stay here until I come back."

Adron pointed his hand to [member="Kinaa Ronos"] just as he gestured to come to their side. "Ronos. You're the Mandalorian, correct? Do you see this woman here?" He pointed to Faye with a certain gaze. "Your first assignment is to keep her safe. If a single hair on her head is out of place when I return you will answer to me." Just As Adron turned back to the door he saw that some buffoon had crashed into Alessandra, spilling his drink all over the woman's dress. Was someone recording this for the Holonet?!

[member="Ambrose Garrett"] [member="Alessandra Creed"]

 

[Taramaz Arcturus]

Tags: [Member=Lirika Ka]
Wearing: Coming Soon! basically though, Deathtrooper armour with some red on it.
Wielding: E-11D, seemingly part of the costume, and not real, but in reality, it is. And is perfectly capable of shooting. Pretty much, every weapon on the armour he wore was real, from the blaster to the grenades.
Theme: Can't Hold Us
Feeling: Happy!

He walked towards the bar, ignoring the singing, and buying a few drinks. A couple glasses of whiskey and a few bottles o' rum, and he took of his helmet, and drank a glass of whiskey, and took notice of the Elf Lady's singing. His eyes widened in shock at how good she was, despite being drunk, and speaking Huttese. He kept drinking, ordering two chicken wings, and started eating them, tearing into the meat. When he'd finished his food, he went back to drinking, finishing the other glass of whiskey, and just for a bit of confidence, downed a bottle of rum. He then grabbed another bottle of rum, and started drinking from it.

He walked over to the Elf Lady, and put his helmet back on, pressing a button, creating a hole for him to down the rum, then threw it away. He grabbed the final bottle and closed his mask, the voice modulator activating, as he made his way through the crowd. He pushed and shoved, until he got over to the Elf Lady. "Hey, you." He pointed to Lirka, the Elf Lady.

"You look like a warrior, name an achievement. Wait, don't bother, I don't need to know. All I know is, you look like a warrior, and I like that in a woman. How about I buy us a few drinks and we can exchange stories, maybe even go for a walk around town. See what we can find."

Dear Mandalore he hoped that the Elf Lady would accept, and he also hoped she spoke Basic. As he did deal with Hutts occasionally, he did not feel like translating into Huttese, it burned up his throat. Apart from that, he had nothing to fear, he had spent the better part of his life fighting. He was muscular, even for a Mandalorian, he stood at about eight foot three, he intimidated most people he came across. He had nothing to worry about.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka was always quite fine at talking, even when booze flowed at best the only change in her speech was talking with a bit more Underworld slang. As for the Huttese? Lirka was fluent in three languages, and knew bits and pieces of many more, remainders of her old training in politics back when the life of Monarchy seemed to be where she was going.

“Mala tee! Poor way to greet a lady, wouldn’t ya’ say?”

He could be thankful those drugs had made the Sephi more friendly, a few select choices of words in something like this would’ve gotten one of her trademark, and usually deadly, backhands with her gauntlet.

“You make a convincing arguement though, youngin’”

Infinitely too young for Lirka, when you reach an age of almost 128 years old you tend to take a different approach to most species in the Galaxy, taking a wild guess that she was dealing with another human: lots of them around these parts. And might as well stab at the likely age difference: though it was highly amusing to meet someone so much taller than her, though albeit she found it far from very intimidating.

[member="Taramaz Laurs"]

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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By the Beach, Archae Teuthis, Brevost Sector, The Expansion Region​

Interacting With: [member="Srina Talon"]​

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The ocean was always comforting to Aryn. It was strange, for a man born and bred in the Carrion Plateau, far away from the open ocean and dry as a bone on the best of days. Perhaps that actually contributed to his love of the open water, the fact that it had been missing from his life for so long, largely until he first left his homeworld, meant that he took to it with warmth and fascination at first. The love he'd developed for the coasts was one of the main reasons he had built his home on Naboo where it now lay, and it was why he was particularly pleased to attend the Autumn holidays on Archae Teuthis.

Of course, the festivities were not the only reason he had come, in fact, considering the fact that he was most certainly not in any costume, they were one of the last reasons he had come. Really, he was there to accompany [member="Srina Talon"], as he almost always was when he came to these events in Confederate space. More importantly, he was there to make a delivery to her. Making his way along the rocky beach towards the Melodie-dressed woman, he fiddled idly with the small box in his left hand, eyes flicking from the waves to her figure as he approached, the faintest hint of nervousness running through his mind.

It wasn't like he was particularly worried how things would go, technically there was no question to ask. Srina had already agreed to marry him roughly a month or so ago, however with the rather sudden and impromptu desire to pop the question, Aryn hadn't prepared a ring. Indeed, it had taken him some time to search for the right one, well, what he assumed would be 'right'. Realistically, he figured that the ever-pragmatic Srina Talon could honestly care less about whatever accessory he would give her.

As he came up beside her, he moved to sit at her side, slipping his right arm around her waist gently as he brushed his lips over her cheek, a smile on his face as his gaze flicked over her visage. "Taking a break from the festivities?" He queried with a smile, enjoying even more-so the silent tranquility of their newfound spot by the water than the hustle and bustle of the busy festival-goers. The festival was enjoyable, certainly, but not something he was particularly used to.

Either unwilling to wait much longer, or more likely as a result of the nerves, Aryn brought the small box to bear, a smile on his face as he flicked open the lid to reveal the ring within. "I figured i'd give you a treat, rather than a trick." Admittedly, Aryn had no real idea if what he had just said actually pertained to the rules of the festival they were at. Srina had made a strained effort to explain it all to him before they got there, but in all honesty he really wasn't paying that much attention.

 

[Darth Miseria]

Form: xxx​

Tags: [member=Jaron Lesan] | [member=Scherezade deWinter] | [member=Kasca Fen] | [member=Josh DragonsFlame]​

Post: Seven​

Dianah giggled at Jaron's comment, leaning back to rest her spindly frame against his.

'Surprised, my love? I'm a very busy woman. I'm sure I've told you this before. Besides, it was hardly mass murder. They didn't really exist in the end, just a figment of our imagination. Imaginary mass murder doesn't count, I think.'

She paused, the glass half way to her lips again, with a thoughtful look on her face. Madalena would probably have an answer, she was very intelligent considering her age and it was clear to Dianah that she thought of the world more deeply that she did. When Madalena suggested Jaron join them on a mission one day Dianah nodded her head enthusiastically. Technically they had all been on a mission together, once.

'I suppose we did have Rishi. Though I'm not really sure you could call it a mission? A forced one, maybe? I'm sure we ca-...'

Another person approached the group and placed a hand on Madalena's shoulder. Dianah cut her sentence short, it was clear they knew each other by the way he said her name. There was a whole night ahead of them as well, plenty of time to catch each other up. Madalena's screech made Dianah jump a little, the liquid in her glass threatening to spill over the rim. She fought back a grin when Jaron whispered in her ear.

'I expect she will... Look at you though, being all social. I like it. Good job, cyar'ika.' She lent up to kiss Jaron on his cheek, a soft smile forming on her lips as the stubble on his cheek tickled her face. One blue tinted hand lifted up to allow her fingers to stroke across the length of his cheek. 'I like this, you suit it.'

An amorous expression formed on her face and for a moment Dianah didn't really care that they were surrounded by two strangers and a woman that was quickly becoming part of the family. It took Madalena's announcement to snap her back to reality. If it were at all possible the blue hue on her cheeks would have turned pink but fortunately some forms didn't have the same emotional reaction as human forms did.

'Josh, pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Maddy's is a friend of ours.'

Dianah reached across the open space, offering her hand for him to shake. She'd never actually met a Jedi before. Of course, on the first mission she and Jaron took together there had been Jedi there but they didn't have the same moral compass as the Silvers did. Dianah made a mental note to pepper him with questions about it later. It seemed the night was turning out to be even more interesting than she'd originally expected.

'Actually, on that note... I'm not in the Knights Obsidian anymore. I'm the Viceroy of Krant! Jaron is going to be overseeing security.'

Her voice tittered with excitement as she spoke, partly because of the step she'd made in the CIS and partly because it meant herself and Jaron would be living together soon. It had been a long time coming and she'd shared the news with everyone who cared to listen since he'd made the suggestion. Dianah had been dying to tell Madalena most of all, not because she knew much about the relationship she and Jaron shared, but because Madalena was the only person she'd met that could match her enthusiasm for things.