Senator of Anaxes
The war had been expected, that much was true. However, the ferocity with which the conflict would truly begin was something few had prepared for. The opening salvos had been hard and heavy, already the list of wounded and lost causing a stir among the Anaxsi talking heads. Of course, a fair number of Mandalorians had been scrubbed, but it did little to reassure those carrying Alliance commissions. Senatorial response had been quick to condemn the actions, worlds all across the alliance springing into action by means of offering aid, refuge, and in some cases - ramping up production of wartime assets and materials. Business was booming. There was some truth to the old adage, "War never changes." Though the drums of war beat their rhythm and the hearts of the valiant thumped in their chests, there was one thing that the war effort still required: Finances. What better way to head off a financial burden than by inviting the upper echelons of Alliance Society to an exclusive dinner at one of the best that Pols Anaxes had to offer?
The invites had gone out only days ago, a last minute effort by Raphael Calgar. He too had only a few days to recover from the injuries sustained in the Thyferra system at the hands of the Mandalorians. His colleague, Natasi Fortan, hadn't returned from that trip. That trip originally had been an effort to improve both their worlds and position them to better support the growing needs of the Alliance. What it had turned into was a quagmire of political backlash and public outcry. Such barbaric actions could not be left to stand. Another reason for the event was to rally the wagons. With inflamed hearts and firm resolve, it would be all the more likely that attendees could be separated from their pocketbooks.
Upbeat tones of Jizz music sounded throughout the entirety of The Golden Orchid, flashy dresses and trim suits adorning the beautiful people there. Alliance citizen, soldier, ally, even Jedi filled the illustrious club as people mingled. It was a perfect opportunity for networking, commiserating, and celebrating the small victories they could. The itinerary was loose, with only a few key events but the one thing that would flow continuously were liquor and hors d'oeuvres. Bartenders, servers, and even kitchen staff were prepped and ready for the throngs.
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Raphael adjusted his tie one more time, squinting narrowly as he looked at himself in the mirror. "There's nothing for it, it seems," he said to no one. The Senator's eye had healed much since his return but even the modern marvels of technology were unable to fix completely what was broken - at least, without replicating it. His natural eye was beyond repair. Of course, there was the matter of the eye, but the man's skepticism kept him from committing. With a soft sigh, he took a step back, content with his appearance. It wasn't that his eye didn't work but Raphael had some difficulty in focusing his vision when it remained uncovered. As such, an unobtrusive patch remained in place over it. A subtle thing, matching in form with his trim suit. "Back to it then," he muttered, turning towards the lavatory exit and heading back out to the main ballroom. He had people to meet, hands to shake, and money to raise for the war effort.
OOC NOTES
Salutations! Primarily a social thread, physical conflict is discouraged and will be dealt with accordingly!
Who can attend?:
Galactic Alliance Members and Allies.
What can I gain by attending?:
An opportunity to interact with characters you might not regularly get to meet. Additionally, there will be two unique items for "Silent Auction" which will be drawn out of a hat for all those interested. Alliance Members and Guests permitted to enter the "Raffle".