Faction Ballad of Shiraya: Crowning A Queen | CIS

[Redd]

REDD
Tags: Gerwald Lechner | Lunara Azure | Oleander Webb

The red wolf didn’t feel like being in the celebratory mood. In fact, she hadn’t felt good about anything in a long time. Especially when it came to Naboo, for it was a place where she had lost everything. It was a reminder of a dream that she had once shared and it was a reminder that such a dream was quite possibly beyond her capabilities now. So now, wherever she looked and wherever she was, all that the wolf saw was the lost lives of her unborn pups and a mistake that had taken the chance to turn tail as soon as he possibly could.

There was only one person that she blamed for dragging her back to such a God’s forsaken place, one of whom did not appear to care in the slightest of the pain it caused to even be standing upon such a wretched planet. A planet that seemed to be cursed; for now they were on to Queen number three in such a short amount of time and The Red Demon did not hold such high hopes for this Queen’s reign. Maybe the Queen would prove her wrong, but it still wouldn’t make her enjoy the planet anymore than she did right in this moment.

Her darkly dressed figure, that was shrouded by a dark cloak with the hood pulled up over her head, moved through the crowded temple. From time to time, Redd growled low. It was a warning to anyone who dared to remain standing in her way, a warning that saw individuals scatter away from her advancing figure and eye wearily from the sidelines. She also heard their whispers when they did so; the whispers that carried upon their tongues when they turned to their partner or group that they stood beside. Although they whispered, The Red Demon ignored, for the pain that she carried upon her shoulders, meant that the woman was very aware of the anger that would soon follow if she didn’t keep it in check.

However, even as she approached Gerwald and his two companions, the red wolf still could feel the burning rage of hatred for all that was Naboo. Even as the Queen was being crowned, she didn’t want anything to do with it. She wanted to just watch it all crash and burn. If something were to happen to the Queen, The Red Demon wasn’t sure that she would even lift a claw to help. Such was the way of the complex feelings of a wolf; one who had been dragged back to a planet that only served as a reminder of her loss. A loss that was different to the loss of a pack and it somehow hurt a lot more. Perhaps it was because she had found a mate and been betrayed by them; only for a brother who was supposed to have her best interests at heart, drag her back to such a painful reminder.

Finally, her darkened form came to a stop beside the other Lupo and she lifted her arms to cross over her chest. ”Hello, brother who despises me.” Growled the red woman as golden eyes glared at anyone who dared to look their way. Did she hate the man for dragging her back? Perhaps. She did blame him after all, for dragging her back and abandoning her all over again. Gerwald was barely around and it was usually the red wolf who would have to reach out to him. At least upon Myrkr, she was under no illusion of what was expected of her. Here, she knew that there were standards that not even she was sure that she could maintain. ”I see that I’m just in time to maybe witness the death of the new Queen.” The Red Demon murmured and knew that her brother would hear regardless.​

 

[Svana Neoma]

Queen Liviana​

TAG: Aeson Rora | Everyone!
Wearing: [xXx]

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Time had seemed to slow for the young Queen to be. Her breathing had felt abnormally loud, the sound of the people around her all blurred together to be static, white noise in her ears, and the procession between her chambers to get ready and the Temple of Shiraya had this odd combination of seeming to move so slowly and yet pass by entirely too quickly. Her body felt numb, disconnected, as if she were watching the process from above her body rather than within it. The fact that she had needed such an elaborate escort, and watchful eyes within the crowd as well, was not lost upon Svana. She had not delighted in the idea of personal security, those who would be aside her as Handmaidens, with her at every twist and turn of her day. But perhaps, if this was the extent of measures needed to be taken, such personal measures truly needed to be considered.

But those were thoughts for another time.

Stepping foot within the temple had felt stiff, and yet there was no stumbling. Her ankles did not tremble nor waver, and her posture remained immaculate as she approached the priest who awaited her. The sounds of the prayer echoing from the walls soothed her, and it was the first real sound she heard since stepping foot towards this very place. A slow sigh parted her lips and her eyes closed as the world around her bore witness to simple little Svana becoming Queen Liviana.

"Long may she reign!" echoed through the chamber, bringing the Queen's eyes open, a bit wide for just the moment. The weight of realization was heavy for a breath of a moment, and then her expression smoothed as she rose in place and turned about to face those in immediate attendance. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and she allowed herself a moment to calm internally. That was it, it was done. She had gotten to this point without falling on her face or embarrassing not only herself, but every person who was counting on her as well.

Both of her hands lifted, her smile remained, and she spoke clearly so that her voice would carry. "Please, go and enjoy the rest of the festival!" It was time for the people to enjoy themselves, and truth be told? She was quite ready to have the eyes off of her as well - as much as they ever would be, of course.

 

[Lilicky]

B I S C U I T S !​

Location: Naboo
Attire: Hat and Tutu
Objective: Biscuits!
Tag(s): Everyone!

Hark! For now, comes the moment that all in attendance had truly waited for. Yes, Naboo had lost two great monarchs in a short time and this event was to celebrate the crowning of a new Queen, or was it? Nay! For all the guests in attendance, even the newly crowned - or soon to be crowned, let's be honest, when you come into these things late and its already five pages, there's a lot to catch up on and you don't feel like reading it all - had arrived to witness in all of his splendiferous glory, the Slayer of the Bando Gora, the Conquerer of Hearts, the Stealer of Grumpy Goat's Hat, the mighty Ropo that protected the Omega Protectorate's greatest warrior, single-handed, from a Dragon - the Ropo Lord of Hoth and Comandante General of Cuteness, Lilicky!

Clearly, this entire meeting was dedicated to the greatness that was the little Ropo that had accomplished such a great many things in his short lifespan - er... no, retract that last part - for he was still accomplishing a great many things in his life. Just never mind the fact that the average Ropo only lives for about three years and we'll be fine - clearly though, for all intents and purposes and adherence to the rules - it should be noted that Lilicky is not immortal nor has the little Ropo ever claimed to be so...

"Biscuits!"

Ah, yes, my apologies, back to the main character of the story that everyone has come to focus upon and admire and lay before him a bounty of biscuits and their undying devotion and allegiance.

Lilicky sat quietly at the head of a table - much as he had not too long ago, also on Theed - again watching as these strange beings seemed to move about in what they called a celebration. Of course, though, it was clear, they were all celebrating Lilicky. After all, who wouldn't want to celebrate the mightiest of Ropos that had conquered so many trials and challenges and still was as cute as ever? Though in the time it had taken for him to begin paying attention, he had once more promptly fallen face-first into a plate of biscuits after tripping over his own tongue.

Still, it was another lovely event on Naboo to celebrate the coronation of a new Queen - or was it a King? Again, five pages in and I'm writing this with little sleep - I mean... yes, it was to celebrate Lilicky's many achievements and nothing more, with his most recent conquest being the plate of biscuits that had so recently trapped him face-first into their kingdom of deception - though it was conquered now. The plate was empty, with not even a single crumb being provided any kind of mercy as the little Ropo sat up and let out a little burp.

"Biscuits"

Yes, it was a glorious time to be alive, and such a celebration was worthy of one of such note as Lilicky. He chirped up again as he sat up, beginning to slowly plot his way down the long table to the far end to what appeared to be lanterns.

"Left, right, left, right, left, left, right, right, hop, hop, hop..."

"BISCUITS!"

He said proudly before once more tripping over his tongue and landing face-first on the table, his little legs kicking and arms swinging as he attempted to right himself to his proper orientation so that all might admire the great Lilicky.

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[Chant Sindhu]

Tag: Svana Neoma Aeson Rora Ra Akimo Open

Nodding at the Arkanian as she departed Chant then received a beep from her commlink. Immediately she activated the device and heard the voice of Captain Aeson Rora, asking if the temple was clean. Having been drilled constantly to give clear and precise answers the young Mon Calamari replied.

“Yes Captain, the perimeter is secured.”

Once the commlink turned off Chant sighed in relief. Thank the tides that I didn’t stutter. The new captain of the guard was proving to be someone didn’t tolerate nonsense nor incompetentance. Being a low rank guard, Chant did find her commanding officer quite intimidating in all honesty but greatly respected him nonetheless.

Meanwhile Ra announced to all present in the temple to make way for their new elected ruler. Private Sindhu made sure to scan the assembly repeatedly for possible trouble. Finally the chamber doors opened, revealing the royal procession. This is it. Chant thought in a mixture of nervousness and excitement as Svana and her escorts made their way to the altar.

As they did so am ancient chant was sung in the chambers.

Once Svana knelt before the priest, Chant looked on with a great interest. Soon the holy man anoint the young woman as Queen Livana and placed the silver circlet upon her head. Swelling with pride, Chant declared in unison with the masses.

“Long may she reign!”

From her vantage, the royal guard member noted Queen Liviana‘s brief surprised expression before a smile surfaced as she rose to face her subjects. Seeing the monarch lift both her hands Chant realized she was going to make a proclamation and waited in anticipation. When their ruler called for everyone to go and enjoy the festival Chant found herself smiling.

She is our queen and we are her people. Chant Sindhu thought with great hope.

 

[Hisashi]

CORONATION

Innocence.

For as long as the shinobi had lived, it was exceedingly rare that any had such a trait. His previous charge, the fallen monarch Mila, had come from a stock bathed in blood. Her sire, a man felled by his own sword, had spent decades swimming in dirty money from Hutt Space. And though Queen Karr had put on a face of public ignorance to her father's actions, Hisashi held his own suspicions. Innocence was not a trait he could attribute to most who were in proximity to wealth. His own upbringing had said as much. Those who called themselves Lord would always sit upon a throne of death.

Yet, for just a moment, there was a small contradiction - the expression of the young Mina Ee'everwest . She was young and enjoyed the fruits of her Clan. She was raised well, wanted for nothing, and was not a difficult charge to keep watch over. Like most youth, she had her brief moments of rebellion - once causing Hisashi to have to track her down at night - but beyond this she was far from being a thorn in his side. And upon her face? He found nothing of blame. She had not, to his knowledge, sullied her hands with blood. Had not ordered his blade to smite enemies. She had not yet been corrupted by the flow of money and the need for power.

She was blameless. Without blemish, just like the flower that she accepted. Simply a young, good child. Mina thanked the shinobi for his gift, which was promptly tucked into the gold clip at the back of her head. "You are most welcome." came his response. His hands came to fold behind his back then as the events of the day began to unfold. In passing, Baros Sal-Soren earned a nod from the shinobi as he made his departure, heading out towards the seats.

The shining moment then arrived. Queen Liviana earned her crown. When last this momentous occasion had occurred, Hisashi had been at the side of the newly-appointed monarch. Now, he was one of the crowd. How quickly and how vastly things changed. Nonetheless, Hisashi had found himself a place to belong. And Naboo had found itself a capable leader. For both their sakes, the shinobi hoped that longevity found them.

"Long may she reign."​

Mina Ee'everwest | Teyla Sal-Soren | Svana Neoma | Baros Sal-Soren | Kimiko Taiyou | Alora Ee'everwest

 

[Var-Sulis]

While nodding at a few that pass by, Sulis looks on and sees the newly crowned from a distance. He takes a glass out of someone's hand and smiles and raises it high towards the stars. "Lonnnnggggg may she REIGN!" He smiled gleefully and winks at the person he managed to swipe the glass of bubbly from. He knocks it back with ease and pat's the man on the shoulder. He continued eyeing the Queen from a distance..What a marvel to behold..such elegance and beauty. Someone like himself would never come within a half mile of such a Noble, and he knew this. His daughter would have been in awe..starstruck at the event taking place..Var-Sulis didn't know why..but his life was hyperspeed personified. Keep moving Sulis. No time for admiration for too long. He continued in the crowd, hands resting in his pant pockets thinking perhaps he'll find a nice tea shop to keep the vitals strong. If he could eventually locate his target here on Naboo..well ...that is a plus..

 

[Darth Metus]

L A N T E R N​

This is confusing and pointless.

As the silken locks moved of their own accord, coiling about the man's arm, the Vicelord's eyes settled upon the works of her hand. The day's events were such that paper lanterns were being crafted at the table - and it appeared as though Darth Elyria 's was slowly taking shape. She was, of course, impatient - as was the case whenever "mortal" affairs were concerned. The woman was as ancient as she was powerful; and thus the fickle habits of mortals were lost upon her. Humans raced through too-short lives, and thus sentimental activities were often celebrated. Yet, for those who did not age? What point was there in commemorating anything? What point was there in anything mortal?

It was Darth Metus' role to see that she understood. Such was the nature of their bargain. And, as Elyria uttered the first half of her thoughts on the matter, it seemed as though her mindset had remained the same as the day they met. Yet, as she finished her thoughts, Darth Metus afforded himself a moment's satisfaction. Elyria felt compelled to try. Compelled to try her hand at something as mundane as molding paper into the form of a lantern. The Sith chuckled, promptly descending into his seat. His dominant hand gingerly stroked the locks of hair - as if assuring them that he saw how hard Elyria was working.

Seriously though, it seemed as though her hair liked him way more than the woman it belonged to.

"The point is to live in the moment." he said simply, reaching for the paper. For a few moments, Darth Metus marched to the beat of his own drum when it came to molding the paper into a final shape. His thoughts were immediately upon the recent hole in his chest. Though he and Runi were the furthest thing from the typical father and daughter, he would have at least liked to try something as mundane as this with her someday. Hell, with any of his children. Was it too late, now, to make up for lost time with those who survived? Was this why he clung to his alabaster apprentice so hard - was he trying to prove to himself that he was even capable of being a decent parent towards someone?

He dismissed the thoughts just as soundly as he dismissed his efforts to mold the paper into a plane. A solid huff escaped his nostrils before Elyria's voice reached his ears once more. He looked - and the expression he saw looking back was different. There was winter, but it was far less harsh than usual. Typically, her expression was as cold as a blizzard. But...for some odd reason she had lightened up. Like a picturesque morning with a light dusting of white upon the earth. Was she in a good mood? Her question gave the man pause. He knew that she had a number of "children" floating about...but this was the first time she ever asked about procuring one.

And she was far too serious about every damn thing for this to be a joke.

"That..." his first thought was to decline. To say something about the child having parents. Or that they couldn't just pluck some urchin up from the streets. Or to be offended that she'd want to pick up a kid when he just lost one. Yet...this was the most human thing he'd heard from her in a long time. Kriff it. "...is up to her. And her parents, if she has any." It wasn't a no, but the ball was now back in Elyria's court. Or, more precisely, the child's.

The din of bells drew the Sith's attention away from the primordial woman. The coronation had begun. Darth Metus then looked down upon the paper that had partially been molded by his own efforts. Ah, why not. When on Naboo, right? As he looked up on occasion, witnessing the rise of the third monarch, the plane became a lantern in its own right. Hastily constructed, it was far less impressive than the one Elyria had wrought - with the assistance of the child. But it would do. As he put the finishing touches on it, he heard the back and forth between the primordial one and the little one.

Elyria had no wish? But then, her hand quickly scrawled something on a piece of paper and settled it inside the lantern. For once, the Sith felt of the same mind as the dark one - for he had nothing in particular to wish for. But, for the sake of the event, he concocted one and wrote it down, placing it within the lantern.

"Long may she reign." he said, as the chorus of the people said the same. He sincerely hoped that the third monarch would last longer than her predecessors. And every precaution had been taken on their end to ensure this. With that particular ritual said and done, Darth Metus gingerly touched Elyria's hand.

"What'd you decide on wishing for?" he asked. Ah, but she would never give without receiving. So he sweetened the pot ever so slightly. "I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours."

Perhaps the mystery would be enough. The moment was enough to take his mind off things, even for an instant.​

 

[Rowena Seoras]

Tags: Daeryn Neoma - Open
Wearing: [X]


It had been a beautiful ceremony, really. The sort that poets wrote about, and sappy artists strummed songs to. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Rowena was neither of those things. She was an artist for sure, but not even remotely close to the sappy sort. Oh no, she liked things of a darker, grittier nature, and oh how she loved to play games. Now, that's not to say that she did not appreciate things that were beautiful, because she did. Especially beautiful people...and somewhere amongst this crowd, was Row's favorite beautiful person. He was brother to the new Queen, after all. Surely he wouldn't miss his own sister's coronation.

She was not the sort to be tied down, though that was merely because no one had yet to come into her life that could tie her down. That being said, Daeryn Neoma was most certainly her favorite person to both pass and spend time with. There was attachment most certainly, but no strings. He had a career and a life, just as Rowena had a career and a life. Entertainers were busy people when they were well liked.

Which was exactly what made finding Daeryn so easy. Despite the fact that this was his sister's day, and the loud echoing of "Long may she reign!" resonated through the area, there was still a fawning, ogling, squealing gaggle of girls to be found in his wake. But this did not make Rowena jealous, or hostile by any means, in fact it was quite amusing to her considering her own crowd that she had, had to disband as gently as possible before the crowning ceremony.

With calculated steps, the (current) blonde made her approach until she was stood just behind her favorite rock star. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you didn't want to be here..." Rowena knew that he would pick her voice out of any crowd, and so she merely stood as close to his back as she could without actually touching him, and waited with a soft smirk for acknowledgement.

 

[Luca Ioneşti]

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Wearing: Uniform of the Ebony Knights + light blue outer robe
Tags: Svana Neoma | Aeson Rora | Ra Akimo | Chant Sindhu | Teyla Sal-Soren | Open

Much like the Goddess, he too was a statue soon as the escort and their charge were in position within the temple, head bowed as the ceremony began. Listening. Feeling. Sensing the mix of presence, familiar and not, some energies on this plane much, much brighter to him than others; one giving pause, but in duty, he did not dwell on the presence of his... student, now no longer a padawan, but partner in their work, unnecessarily. Distractions were unaffordable for at least a little longer, as much as she had anchored into his mind, as much as her well-being mattered, as much as... It was a fine line to walk.

When the mass reply - Long may she reign! - went up, and the new Queen's insistence that they enjoy the festival was given, he still didn't move, despite the itch that he couldn't, wouldn't scratch not abating... but there were other ways to deal with that. Ways that temporarily quieted the urge, or at least distracted him from it, as it would (he hoped, because this was near-torture) lessen over time. Soon as it was reasonable, he had every intention of not sticking around.

There were sanctioned fights with sticks, which was just about the perfect distraction.

 

[Daeryn Neoma]

TAG: Octavia Bardot | Othello Bardot | Rowena Seoras | Open
WEARING: X

Well at least Othello wasn't boring.

Daer flashed the Bardot sibling a smile in recognition over his shoulder. He had no issues with someone that liked their liquor, even if said someone was somewhat odd. His eyes did narrow at Octavia's tone, however, but he chose to ignore her as he walked away. Who did she think she was?

As he stood next to the stall waiting for the drinks, Daer noticed the people filing out of the temple after the ceremony. He probably should have been at his own sister's coronation, but at this moment, he really did not feel very supportive of her. She did not exactly come to his defence in his whole arranged predicament.

And then the next gaggle descended.

A bunch of screaming girls had run up to him, looking to have a holo pic with him and have it signed. Daer's million credit smile, spread on his face once, even if his insides were broiling with resentment.
"Of course ladies." came his deep reply as he inched in between them for the collective pic, making them squeal even more.

And then all resentment shattered.

He had just finished signing the pic when an all too familiar broke through all the giggling and questions. He turned around, he genuine smirk spreading on his lips.
"Well look what the Loth-cat dragged in." he said, looking at Rowena Seoras. "What brings Ro-Ro to this dumpsterfire?" he asked, completely forgetting about the drinks that were standing on the counter of the stall.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Naboo Crowning Ceremony
Equipment: Conservator and Vanguard 2.0 (Lightsabers)
Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"
Tag: Nico Kaidshau , Open

"Long may she reign."

He hoped that would be the case, with the way the galaxy was right now, the way this very ceremony was right now, what with the mixture of Light and Dark, the hope and despair. It was something that Naboo did not need, and while it was the problem of the CIS and not the Silvers, he could not help but feel for the people. She didn't look to be ready, ready to rule that is, but then again none of them ever did until they were thrust into the position and authority so she had that going for her. The Queen will be fine.

What was not fine was that the Force was pulling him to the Dance Hall, what was going on in there. Besides the obvious of course. There was something that required his attention. Something about the Dark Side in and around this event. In some places it was... reserved... lawful... some places it was... chaotic.. Either way, Ala Quin , whether he wanted to be around her or not right now was possibly going to be there and... well he was going to be there too. From afar anyway.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Octavia Bardot]

TAG: Daeryn Neoma | Othello Bardot | Open
Wearing: [xXx]

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There was a long, suffering sigh from Octavia in response to her brother's reaction. She rolled her eyes, shook her head only once, and then swat her twin. "Of course he is cute." she groused with a second shake of her head. "Unfortunately, he knows it." She huffed out a breath and folded her arms, watching as her husband-to-be disappeared into the crowd. Its not as if she couldn't locate him by the shrieks of adoring fans alone.

Something else to roll her eyes about.

"You know, neither of us is happy about this arrangement. But I am at least doing my best to make it the least miserable I can." her head shook again and she loosed one of her hands so that she could rub her face as carefully as possible. She didn't want to muss her carefully done face, after all. Tavi had even dressed up for him! Attempting to at least look nice so that maybe he wouldn't be ashamed to have her on his arm. But oh no...He still wouldn't even acknowledge her, much less stand near her.

There was a brief tremble to her jaw, but she was quick to catch it and adjust her posture. "I think I need to take a walk. Maybe build a lantern." Anything to not be in this same spot when Daeryn came back.

 

[Doctor Boidzerg]

"HOORAY! I HAVE FRIENDS! You are so kind! Taking me to your home!'

No one told him that he was being arrested, sure he was read his rights, but the good doctor thought it was a local custom. How was he supposed to know that the damage he did to those condiment tables cost so much?! He was hungry! Oh well.

"Yeah, you have the right to remain silent, use it." One of the officers belted out as he pushed our friend Boidzerg along. The perp-walk seemed to make the good doctor happy like he was a part of things and welcomed. So much so that he snorted the spinach puffs off of a woman's plate as they made their way out of the area.

"My spinach puffs!" She screamed in horror.

"They were wonderful!" He responded almost gleefully. "You should try them!"

 

[Zachariah Borgia]

Location: Naboo, tourney area
Dress: Casual
Equipment: Wooden Stick
Tag: Aito Vautah

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Zach smiled as the man called him on his ruse. It was true someone who had master combat could easily tell and call out those trying to fake their skill level. A master pretending to be an amateur their attempts were often to deliberately bad that they could be easily called out by another master. This man before Zach was clearly well schooled and could easily call him out. He could also sense the man’s frustration at Zach trying to foul him.


“That’s cold calling me out like that, I am trying to foul everyone.” He said with a smirk showing the man he was clearly kidding and did not mind that he had called him out on his deliberate act of pretending to be an amateur. Zach took a step back from the man, looked him up and down really quick.


“Eh Mandalorian and this is all about honor to you?” It was in the way they carried themselves even if they hadn’t been actively apart of there clan or merc groups they always had something about them in the way they carried themselves. “Yet your frustrated, not with my act so much as you are with the rules of the tournament.” Sure, there was a sort of honor in a tournament like this but no stakes and no real risk to earn that honor. In some ways with out the risk the tournament put an who joined on a little bit more equal footing then the others. Plus, all even an amateur had to do was try to push there opponent out of bounds.


Zach turned to look at the other field of combatants. “They do look like a sorry lot but perhaps the skilled fighters haven’t showed up yet.” He scanned the crowd over again and really the Mandalorian was correct they did not look like much had Zach not had a mission he probably would have ignored this tournament all together. Then again there was the mysterious prize to draw him and now that he thought about impressing the queen would not be bad either. “I’m here to kill a man.“ He said laugh slightly at the end of that statement making out to be a joke instead of the truth it really was. “More I was bored. So why did you enter you seem more suited for a death match plus there is more honor in losing in one of those.”

 

[Axile Volzap]

Theed was full of festivities. People from far and wide had come to pay their respects. A Queen was set to be coronated; and her predecessors were to be remembered. It was Axile's first coronation on Naboo. In a past life he had watched the festivities from afar. Secluded with the other children in the orphanage with only a holo to keep them company in that dark place. They had talked about what it would be like to attend such a glorious festival when they were of age to think and act for themselves. Many fantasied about the suits or dresses they would wear to the occasion. Others spoke about the delicious food and drinks that would have been prepared for such an occasion. It certainly would have beaten the daily broth that they had been served growing up.

Axile made his way through the crowds. His eyes searched for ghosts from the past. Since he had left the orphanage he had been on the look out for the others that he had grown up with. But he had yet to find anyone. Not even rumours or stories that could give him some type of closure to that past life. It wasn't that he missed them, mind. But it would have been a good experience in of itself to find someone from that place... To share stories from that awful time... For a sense of closure. Of course the orphanage had closed down since he had grown up. He had heard that new (and better) facilities had been opened up since the Confederacy had moved in. He was thankful that those orphans would probably have a better childhood then he had.

Laughter. The touch of small hands interlinked together. The brush of a strong gale which swept the top of the tower. Sounds of the children below laughing, playing and talking among themselves. But only they were the ones that could reach this summit and watch the setting star which would give way to an ink black canvas full of stars, and the three satellites which hung above them. A Thernbee shrieks somewhere in the distanc-

The parade brought him back to his senses. With the other attendees Axile prepared his lantern to commiserate the occasion. It was an age old Nabooian tradition that had held throughout the ages.

A Queen would rise.

 

[Aito Vautah]

Tag: Zachariah Borgia
Location: Naboo, tourney area
Attire: Casual Fighting Gi
Equipment: A wooden stick... A wooden stick?!

Aito continued to glare at the man, he seemed to be joking around and not taking this serious. Something that he couldn't blame the stranger for, this didn't seem the most competitive scene, a couple of others had arrived and were practicing that were clearly skilled and he took note of them in case he needed to fight them. Aito then turned his focus on the man, talking to him, "if I wanted to call you out properly, then I would have announced it louder. I did not let everyone know that you are skilled." His tone was neutral, still trying to figure out this stranger, his attitude and appearance was someone who clearly struggled to let loose and have fun, Aito was constantly desperate to prove himself as a Mando and this was a stepping stone, he had hoped. This was Naboo, CIS space, and he had heard that Mandalorians were part of the CIS. People he could learn from.

"Hmph, look around you. There is no honour in beating amateurs, you should know that. If this was death match, they would be all slaughtered in less than a minute. But I am sure that they would not be fighting if death was a risk. Cowards, I am fighting cowards." Aito sighed, he had hoped to meet other Mandos and learn from but his reason for being here was actually part of paying off a debt. Someone wanted him there to win and cash in a bet. It was not a choice but clearing a debt, meaning there was even less honour in this but it was better to do this then the other suggestion to clear his debt and he did not have the cash to pay. "I doubt there will be skilled fighters. There will be force users, but they will likely cheat with their magic." Aito said, clearly distrustful of Force Users and their skills in a power he had no understand of.

Looking at the man as he confessed jokingly to be here to kill someone, Aito was unsure what to believe. It was hard figuring this guy out, which was annoying Aito more. "Well, too bad that we cannot kill with these weapons and the judges." Aito knew he could kill with a blunt wooden stick but it was the judges that would likely prevent it. "I am here as a favour." Keeping his reasons vague, he was ashamed of his gambling debt though it was clear this was less a favour and more forced by his appearance and attitude to everything around him.​

 

[Teyla Sal-Soren]

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"Don't be too long my love," she replied back to Baros, her lips pulling into a smile and lingering on his form until he disappeared in the crowd.

At the same time, like some kind of starweird, Hisashi materialized seemingly out of nowhere. Warm brown eyes studied him with astute regard; between the glow of his fiery eyes and his presence alone, it was certainly enough to make anyone cower back in fear.

Teyla, simply smiled. “Hello, Hisashi.”

Beyond the tongue wagging the other nobles did, Teyla could not find a shred of evidence to suggest that the warrior had been implicit in the previous Queen’s crimes - and her intuition insisted he was a man that she could place her assurance in.

She felt honor, and a desire to know peace - a gentle, but mangled soul buried within him. Teyla trusted that feeling, trusted in Alora’s discernment - at least in this.

Watching the brief exchange between him and her delicate younger sister - budding with a charm and grace she didn’t yet seem to see in herself; further confirmed what she felt she already knew. There were dark things in the galaxy to fear, but Teyla did not count the samurai among them.

From Mina and Hisashi, Teyla turned to the appearance of Eline whose first inclination was to address the children.

“Th-thank you,” Marcus replied shyly, his blue eyes shining at the encouragement of his aunt. The boy peeled ever so slightly from Teyla’s hand to try and muster all the dignity that a newly minted four-year old could manage - that is, until his rambunctious sister stole the show.

A rosy hue warmed Teyla’s cheeks when Careina nearly caused Eline to tip over, thankful for her sister's graceful handling of her daughter's wild spirit. "Careina," she scolded gently, lofting a brow.

“I’m glad you made it today,” Teyla said finally to the Hapan beauty, but couldn’t say much more, as the call to make way for the coming Queen was announced.

“Now that we're all accounted for. We better get to our seats, shall we?” Teyla asked, ushering the children along.

The would-be-Queen’s procession passed. Loss seemed to be a common thread shared among all the people of Naboo this past year, but looking on the young woman as she ascended to the dais to be anointed, Teyla felt a sense of cautious hope alight in the pit of her stomach. Hope that this would be the era to bring stability back to her home world, and praying to Shiraya that the Goddess give this new Queen the strength to ceasingly press onward for the betterment of her people.

“Long may she reign!” Teyla repeated, her voice ringing clear as a bell.

 

[Othello Bardot]

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Othello copied his sisters huff and likewise crossed his arms watching Daeryn walk away in mock solidarity.​

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“Harumph.” He said, and started tapping his finger against his arm....then his hand. Then he started tapping his foot incessantly.​

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“Maybe some air would uh. Would do you good sis.” He looked at her and forced a smile as he reached a hand into his pocket and absentmindedly thumbed his lighter.​

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“If you need some space, go get some space. I’ll be here if your Prince Charming decides he can’t live without you. I’ll point him in the right direction.”​

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He took a step away from his beloved sister. He still didn’t want to foul the air around her, but...deathsticks made these social functions more bearable. He took his free hand and reached into his other pocket, pulling out a deathstick and placing it in his mouth. He pulled the lighter out of his other pocket and lit it, closing his eyes and taking a deep drag and exhale. People around him shot Othello a glance. Their faces scrunched up in disgust.​

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With delicious, poisonous air filling his lungs he opened his eyes again and looked at Octavia.​

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“I do think I’ll stick around. Get a measure of the man that would be my brother in law. Or maybe I’ll go get into trouble elsewhere if he is otherwise...” ​

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Othello put a hand to his mouth and smiled wide, stifling a giggle. “...Engaged.”​

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“Besides. If he does come back and you’re not here that’s three drinks for me. Yours, mines, probably his if I’m quick enough.” ​

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“If you do decide to take a break, I will come find you soon, yeah? I’d hate to think of you alone in this big scary soirée.”​

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After he had spoken to his sister, Somewhere off in the distance a cheer rang out that was carried throughout the night. Out of patriotic fervor, Othello raised his deathstick and quietly celebrated “woohoo Long May Queen Liviana reign....I’d hate to come to another one of these.”​

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[Baros Sal-Soren]

Tags: Teyla Sal-Soren | Mina Ee'everwest | Svana Neoma | Alora Ee'everwest | Hisashi | +Open
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Gather to the left of the entrance into the temple where the new Queen would be hailed. Baros found himself to be rather uncomfortable. He knew that there were many and sundry that thought him ill fit for the task he had been assigned. To be fair, he thought this of himself. The belief of his dear Teyla had forged this path for him. Her love and belief was enough to set many a fleet to sailing on a whim and a prayer. And so he stood resolute in the fact that the single person whose opinion he cared about truly believed it good for him to be here.

Then there was the other side of his thought process. The influence the position afforded would be beneficial to the New Way, the burgeoning ideology that had taken root in seeds of distrust years earlier. From his position he would have access to, and rightful access at that, to many a visiting dignitary and even perhaps be the visitor to some far off world. Yes, providence had indeed smiled upon his plans, whether that be the providence of Shiraya he did not know, nor did he much care.

So, it was with a mixture of emotions that Baros looked out over the new Queen as she was crowned, and called out with all those that were present. "Long may she reign!" The words seemed so outdated given the electoral system that brought the Queen to power, but if Naboo was anything...it was a stickler for tradition.

 

[Darth Elyria]

Tag: Darth Metus ​

Attire: Black Itchy Frock​

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“Why must I only live in one when there are many?”​

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That seemed to be a waste of time and energy. Elyria could not see things easily in the way that the Sith Lord presented them. She was used to the shattered faces of time bending to her whim whilst she slipped through the cracks to do as she pleased. It had been so long since she had thought to make a home outside the Vault that it felt strange. In her time, the sky would not be filled with lights. Flowers would not grow so merrily, so easily, at the heralded death of two monarchs.​

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In her time—Nightmares walked them. They walked, danced, skewered victims in plain sight, and pulled free their worst fears and desires for the world to see. It was no form of penance or punishment. Not to bring forth character development, nor, any sense of morality. Simply to make them laugh.​

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For there was no fear that a human mind could generate that could ever birth dread in the darkness of her core. What they did dream of? What they did fear?​

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Tendrils of hair released Isley a little bit so that he could work on his own paper monstrosity in peace. Every so often a length of black silk would reach across to nudge his fingers as the youngling had done for her, though largely, she left him to his own designs. What could an alchemist make with a piece of parchment and party decorations? Nothing, certainly, with the way he was dwelling on mortal ineptitudes. She could feel the very ebb and flow of his brooding through the Force like a siren song of misery. Were Elyria a sailor she would have had no choice but to throw herself upon his rocky shores to languish and die.​

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Tactful, cognizant of his mood, she instead asked for this one. This child pleased her with her quiet vibrance and skill. Would she not please him as well? Could they not provide more than her biological donors? She placed her lantern down for a moment so she could look at Isley while he considered her proposal. Her hair wound around him again while she leaned in, slipping around him like smoke, before settling back in her chair. “Why do they matter?”​

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The child was too young to think for herself, clearly. Her clothing was not shabby by any means but it was clear by a lack of parental presence that they were lackluster, to say the least. Who left their blood alone in a crowd of strangers? “Even if the youngling declined editing memories is a simple process. I may be less than what I was…But I am not that far disgraced.”, she intoned, truthfully, seeming a little offended that he thought so little of her. Her expression seemed to take on a few shadows and she leaned forward to let her elbow thump on the table.​

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This place was no fun. A terrible, grievous, disappointment.​

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The time to wish the new Queen well had come and it did stir her out of her lackadaisical internal languishing long enough to chorus with the rest of the crowd. Even if her words were mostly out of selfish gain and a little sardonic, truly, she meant them. Elyria had difficulty seeing others as peers, mostly, because they didn’t tend to exist. At best, humanity offered amusement.​

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At least Theed reeked of influence. The shadowed woman had retained everything before she had been locked away in the Vault. Trapped, to sleep for all time. Did it not make sense that she would seek to take it back? It was something Isley was well aware of. It was part of the reason he kept her close. That—And he wasn’t an imbecile. Even injured, a waning moon, he understood the power she represented.​

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This was what she believed he kept his end of the bargain and attempted to integrate her. He did not worship her as his kind once had. He did not cherish her, love her, as he one day would.​

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She could no longer hear the song of the stars without concentration. The raven-haired woman could not do many things that would have previously taken little more than a snap of her fingers. She realized that she overcompensated for the loss of it. But, it burned.​

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When Darth Metus asked of her wish her lips parted to inform him but the little girl immediately started shaking her head. “No, no—If you say it out loud your wishes won’t come true!”​

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Elyria started at the youngling for a long moment before settling her lantern down again on the table. The coronation seemed to be going off without a hitch and the paper illumination devices would soon be released. Her own creation was as done as it was going to get. “I keep my peace because it suits me.”​

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The little girl grinned and dimples appeared again, clearly, viewing this as a victory. “You talk funny.”​

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“You look funny.”​

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The little girl snickered at the decidedly lame comeback and sat down in her stool to watch the Queen again. Most people seemed to be doing so in silence. Elyria fussed a little bit and leaned up against her guide while her arms came to cross over her chest. So, she couldn’t say it. A wicked little smile kissed the corner of her lips and her mind reached for that of the Sith Lord. He would feel it like an all-encompassing wave. Dark, but sweet, with the scent of jasmine and rain filling his senses.​

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The brat had stated that she could not speak it aloud. So, she would not.​

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<<We do not have a body to bury for your child, nor, any of her things. The worst feeling to endure is that of powerlessness. It can be paralyzing. I have wished that her spirit be granted peace on your behalf. I have asked that she be allowed to sleep in the eternal. Now, and always. Then…>>, she trailed off, dark eyes flickering, black as the night itself. A pale hand reached up to touch sable skin and her fingers lingered around his cheek before following the line of his jaw. It would be obvious that she was thinking before speaking. Truly, for his benefit.​

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<<Then you both may rest.>>​