Bells and Blasters | CIS Dominion of Hex X-41

[Minerva Vessia]

Location: Fortressa , one of the corridors.​

Post: 2​

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Walking in the dress was not easy. Movement was limited as if she stepped wrong it would not end pretty. Minerva did not wish to step on the long skirt. As she slightly lifted the front of the dress she had two different terrible thoughts. The first one was stepping on it the falling on her face. The second was stepping on the skirt and it ripping off her body. The first would be embarrassing. The second one would take away attention from the bride. Minerva was not shy but today was someone else’s day, not hers.

“Roger”, around the corner of the hallway Minerva heard a security droid.​

Rounding around the corner she could see two Security Battle Droids fussing over an open air vent. The open vent was along the wall but near the floor. The alarming part it was large enough for someone to crawl around in it. Minerva did not understand these things but it was a maintenance accesses port.
“What is going on here”, Minerva demanded, as she walked closer taking tinny steps.

“Ut-O, Witch alert”, one of the two droids said. The other one stood straight up and looked over to Minerva. Minerva could not tell with a droid face but it almost looked like it was surprised and a little alarmed.

“What”, Minerva said shocked by the reaction of the two droids.​

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“Ahh, there is nothing wrong here. Move along”, the droid that just stood up right said.​

“No it is not. You’re both acting distressed”, Minerva wondered why these type of droids always acting like so, malfunctioning and such. “Tell me what is going on right now”, she demanded.

“Simple maintenance Miss Vessia”, the first droid that said. That one that said Witch in a way Minerva did not like. “We’re just guarding while they work”, it finished saying.

Minerva could not sense any life down the hatch. She just chalked it up as it was droid down there doing the work. The truth was these two droids were investigating the open vent. This open vent might have to deal with the messing booze.

The two droids were actually in a panic trying to figure it out. Minerva coming around the corner inflated the situation. Thinking her magic might some disrupt the wedding proceedings.

“I do not like an open vent like this with only two droids guarding”, Minerva stated flatly showing her disappointment. “Call in more guards or I will find you later and it will not be pleasant for you”, Minerva turned around and started to take her baby steps down the hall.

“Er, we need like more droids down here”, the second droid called in over the comlink to droid command. “We have an open vent”, was the last words Minerva heard when she turned another corner and walked further away.

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[La'Ca Cavataio]

Already dancing around her room, La’Ca was having fun with dresses and ideas. She only came to be with her Goddess and capture one or more people to give to her Mistress Mira as gifts. More slaves in the cult was never a bad thing in her book. It allowed her to have all the funs ever. That was why she was dancing with dresses.

There was a reason for her madness. The dresses were tested to see how they would look while she partied. There was a winner. A simple silver dress with low neck line and back exposed. She got to show off her two most important markings. On her chest, there was Petra’s cult symbol, and on the back, she had Mira’s large mark. Like her Goddess, footwear was overrated at things like this. The dress was going to be all she was wearing.

La’Ca spent a few minutes enjoy jumping on the bed before slipping out of the room and looking for some prey, or were they going be targets. Who knows, there was going to be entertainment for crazy witch.

Location: Fortressa (top secret, maybe behind you right now)
Nearby: N/A
Post #3

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Post: #2
Location: Fortressa, Banquet Hall
Attention: @[member='Firenne Van-Derveld'],

"You look really nice, Fi." He smiled at her, his eyes scanning her for a moment, a little surprised by her appearance, but glad to see her all the same, her question making him fidget a little, unsure to how to answer the question completely, "Uh... I'm not really sure? It's been awhile since I've seen a planet come a part like that.", Rylan shrugged a little, trying to act as if it was nothing more than another day, but truth was, it did bother him.

Clearing his throat, he gestured towards a table to grab drinks of some sort, he figured they should at least try to enjoy the now, not knowing what the future may bring towards them, and decided it was better to not dwell on such thoughts, after all today was supposed to be a happy day at least for some people, and no reason he shouldn't be one of them in some form. Looking over Fi once again, he had to wonder if she was really all that comfortable, but he wouldn't question her choices, after all, he was wearing a stolen dress uniform, which was probably preferable to his burned and bloodied flight suit, though the thought did give him a chuckle as he picked up a pair of drinks from the table, passing one to his companion.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

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Location: Fortressa, Observation Room​

Post: 1​

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Edric breathed in and grabbed at his uniform, not used to wearing the thing and finding himself standing there with an odd look on his face as he stared back at himself through the glass of the panel. He cycled through trying to smile at himself a bit wider than normal and all of them looked forced and wrong. The young man eventually just sighed and took a seat, doing his normal bit of avoidance for a few minutes longer. He didn't mind the people here, nor was the ceremony not what he was looking forward to, he simply hated being in a crowd. He knew eventually he would have to get out there and mingle, plus show up for his own ceremony but for now he left his attendant to make sure everything was fine while he stared out at the stars from the observation room.

He honestly would have preferred doing this at his home, not out in the middle of space, surrounded by a group of people his father was better acquainted with. Edric had fought beside them, helped here and there, but these people were not his companions or friends or anything of the likes. Edric was used to being in at home, in the mountains near Tahv or running missions with those he had fought beside for far longer. Or simply being beside Zes when he was bored and she wasn't busy. The thought made him smile and probably the only reason he had accepted in the first place was this was more proper than what he had simply planned.

After all, Edric didn't know what to do or how to set up for one of these things, and he had been a bit more busy than most as of late. It would be correct to say that Edric was seeing alot of the preparations for the first time like most of those who had come, a fact that made him sigh and wish he could atleast work on his father's garden while he waited, but this metal shell felt cold and empty out in the middle of space. One thing did touch his mind though as he started to mess with the force, a familiar strand of life that he could latch onto and couldn't wait to see again.

He wondered for that moment if his father had ever been like he was now, nervous and confused what to do. If his father had even been in this situation itself or if he was as cut off from others as Edric had come to believe. Solan had never really been around, a friend of his dropping in more than him these days and that woman who had become his and Aithne's godmother was even here tonight while Solan was off in another place, another location. And Aithne, she wasn't interested in this either, the young woman that was his sister having long since vanished from him on Kesh, and while they were not related by blood they did still act like siblings.

The thought made him think as he sat there before he knocked himself out of it and breathed in. He was psyching himself out for no reason and he knew that this would be over in time and he could be far more happy with being around Zes back at their home. The thought made him smile as he ran a hand over the blue and grey colored uniform of his, the only formal thing Edric owned and kept in good condition. He preferred his uniform over a simple suit anyways, a bit of pride in the item as it had been earned when Solan had still been king and Edric had yet to truly be adopted by the man.

His hand moved to remove a datapad, looking at the time and breathing in.

"Almost there." He said to himself, wondering if there were any familiar faces out in that hall in the first place as he started to stand and head for the door. He figured he should probably atleast attempt to socialize.

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Location: Ball Room
Objective: (1) Mingle
Weaning: All White
Interacting With: [member="Anya Malvern"] [member="Muad Dib"]

This event was certainly big, and despite the Republics less then eager attempts to remain one friendly terms with the CIS Harley was more then ready to step in and see what was up. The confederacy was a reasonable business partner to the Echani's company, one of their closest allies and white honestly just a very interesting government, considering what they had been in the past. Though hey, if the Mandos can change from an force user genociding Sith puppet warrior center culture then the confederacy was able to actually stick to it's ideal and not be mega game for some secret Sith Lord to take over the galaxy.

Still that was not the only reason why Harley had attended, a certain individual that he had drawn quite close to, and what better time to hang out with them then at a weeding. Upon entering the hall his eyes quickly fell upon the red haired individual, the woman wearing quite the elaborate and beautiful dress, it's fiery design and colour matching well. Said woman standing next to the infamous Maud Dib, quite the pyromaniac if intelligence said so. Getting closer to the small group he overheard Anya's last words, a small smile coming to the Senators face. "Who knows, maybe you will be in a similar position one day".

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Location: Fortressa, roaming the halls
Objective: Explore, then attend the ceremony
Attire: u know u like it
Post: 1

Something interesting came up... yes, very interesting. An acquaintance of his from some time ago was getting married. Akabane only met her a couple times in the past but it was probably safe to say they were friends. He did give her a nickname after all. Friends did that, right? Anyway, he forced himself to come celebrate her marriage because he'd feel bad otherwise... but there was also the thought of missing out on drinking good liquor hurt that his brain. Nonetheless, he decided to attend the wedding.

To make it even more interesting Akabane also knew the lucky man. In a dirty old ruins, that's where he first met the man who went by Edric Vanyan. A great man with enough power to end him in only a few minutes ,or seconds if he's lucky. Now, he wasn't sure if they were friends or not but at the least, they were definitely associates. When the two first met they were already working together after many unfortunate events. That meant something, or so he thought. Friends or not, Akabane made sure to be there to show he supported the guy and the marriage.

The main event was of course the wedding but the Fortressa was overwhelming to someone like Akabane. The incredible size of the beast from the outside was enough to shock him, then there was the inside which was decorated handsomely for the big day. There was not another time when he'd been surrounded by such a beautiful creation and enjoyed this much. Instead of going straight to the ball room he chose to explore the ship. He felt like he had time to waste so on he went through the halls.

As he explored, hands in pockets and hat bouncing on head, he thought about his past. He couldn't help but think about it at a time like this, when people were changing around him. Akabane's red eyes gazed into the deep darkness of space as he remembered a certain lady from some time ago. A very special one... his time with her wasn't long but he couldn't call it short either. He wanted to one day marry her and make everyday a good day. Unfortunately, something happened to her and he tried to figure out what it was, but Akabane failed. He slammed his fist again the window in anger.

Akabane sighed after calming down and placed his hand back into the pocket. He used his other hand to wipe his eyes quickly. I'm getting all sad on a day like this... how unsightly of me. Akabane continued to look at the void.

@ anyone who wants to come steal his top hat

 

[Chikako Liona]

Location: Fortressa, Banquet Hall
Interacting With: No one yet
Attire: White dress and hat
Post: 2

Chikako continued to pace around the hall, watching as more and more people arrived, quite a few still being new faces, some she had seen before and a few whom she had a feeling she should know, but just did not. She kept a reserved and distant manner about herself as each new person arrived, observing their movements and trying to get an idea of what they did for a living, a lot could be said about a person just from the way they move their feet and body.

A few like [member="Minerva Vessia"] she could tell where magic casters of sorts, their moments being flowing and smooth, something needed for conjuring up spells, others like the flamboyant [member="Akabane"] where brisk and full of flare. Though what was to be expected of a person like him, in that mans case just looking at their clothes was enough, dressing head to toe in red, now if that did not speak about his personality and character then nothing else would.

Still the aspiring Viceroy still did not have much to do until the ceremony started, herself continuing to wader around the massive complex, observing people and inspecting the wide spread of food available for those attending.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

Location: The Fortressa - Ceremony/Banquet Hall
Wearing: This
Interacting With: Adron Malvern

She wasn’t entirely certain that the Vicelord was paying her enough to traverse half of his territory, to the edges of backwater space, and watch a happy, sweet couple say ‘I Do’. The olive-skinned beauty walked the halls of the Fortressa, chocolate eyes lingering on the decorations that had more than likely cost the Confederacy a small fleet of starships. [member="Darth Metus"] had ordered, that for his people, no expense ought to be spared. So it wasn’t.

The bride as she understood it had a varied past, however, their Confederacy had taken a shine to her. The groom was an interesting character, but truth be told, she didn’t really know much about either save for the details in their dockets. But, as both she, and [member="Adron Malvern"] were Ministers it was only respectful that they attend. The Minister of Science (@Xenro) also would have been requested but the raven-haired woman had a hard time seeing him mingling at a joyful event. There was something off about him, waxy, and illusory. It wasn’t the type of presence that would be appreciated at such an event.

Besides—it had been difficult enough to find him a host for their last soirée.

Her curving form swayed slightly as she walked, side to side, as she held gently to the arm of the Minister of War. Despite her initial reservations about the former Imperial, and their first meeting, there was something about him that required further examination. It seemed only natural to attend this venture together. It was a chance that otherwise, due to their respective duties, would be much more difficult to find. The Brentaal-born woman seemed entirely at home in the festivities, and more than that, entirely comfortable with her proximity to Adron.

She’d chosen something elegant for the affair, sophisticated, yet still playing to her more promising features. The dress itself was a rich shade, akin to fine wine, and the Creed woman wore it as if she had been sewn into it. Her shoulders were mostly bare, save for the twin straps that held the ensemble in place, and the neckline was rather generous. As she moved the eye would be drawn to the split in the satin fabric that ran from her upper thigh until it hit the floor. The luxurious color highlighted a pair of ebony high heels, the design delicately wicked, though more than anything she enjoyed the added few inches to her height. “Tell me, Minister Malvern…”, her velvet tones trailed off slowly, somehow, managing to turn his name into tangible dark. “Do you regret your transition to the Confederacy yet?”

Alessandra rounded on him as a server walked by, carrying a tray full of sparkling beverages, as they slowly meandered toward the hall where the ceremony itself was being held. There was no rush, at least, not until the protocol droids gave the warning that everything was about to begin. Her head tilted while she examined his chiseled features and a little laugh hid in the kiss of her mouth. “It’s all right if you haven’t decided yet. I’ll give you time to think about it.”

“Not too much, though. Patience is not a virtue I possess.”, Alé murmured as her smile widened, just slightly, raven curls falling delicately over her shoulder. Her chestnut eyes were expressive, flecked with cinnamon, outlined with kohl, and always seemed to hold something unspoken. There was more mystery to her that she truly intended, however, less than some of the other shadowy members of their government. “They’ll probably begin seating soon…”

Across the hall, she had seen many faces. Most of which, she did not know. She signed the paychecks of the Knights Obsidian, for the Mandragora, and even signed off on the monstrosities that the Vicelord commissioned. But, did she really know many of them? No. It was by design. Alessandra could remain impartial and unbiased, far more easily, if she remained at a distance. It had been a drastic change from what she was used to on her homeworld. Social event after social event had primed her for a lifestyle that was opposite of that which she had chosen.

But, that was the reason she had crossed the verse, wasn’t it? To get away from the people who would only ever see her for the connections to either of her parents. How could she ever make a name for herself, for her own merit, if she was always falling back to the privilege of her birth? It was irritating, however, Alessandra was adjusting. Geonosis was not Brentaal IV or the Pancath Reach but…Slowly, surely, it was becoming home.

Spotting [member="Rylan Kordel"] through the crowd she inclined her head at the Knight, raising her hand briefly in greeting, before she turned her focus back to her date for the evening. Rylan had been kind enough to escort her through the bazaar in the Hub of Golbah City not too long ago. He looked a little worse for wear, however, still managed to fill out his uniform rather well. It seemed to be a common trait among CIS men—though Alessandra would draw the line at any man who spent more time doing their hair than she did. Briefly, her eyes flickered back toward Adron, curiously amused.

[The lights flickered. Presumably, the ceremony would begin soon.]​

“That’s our cue…”

Alessandra tightened her grip on Adron’s arm and tugged him toward the beautifully decorated hall that had been emptied and filled with seating and a long runway down the middle. The silvery floor roller was adorned with flower petals for the bride to walk down and there were little floating candles hanging from the ceiling. The Minister of Commerce elected to take a seat with the Minister of War in one of the rows furthest back, respectfully leaving the front rows, for family and friends.

Light music played from a quartet off to the right of the altar and Alessandra sighed softly. Her air of detachment might have been overplayed. Every little girl dreamed of this day—Didn’t they? The Fortressa truly was a historic and excellent venue. The security strips in the walls could provide excellent holos for keepsakes and few in the Confederacy would ever forget the conversion of their flagship into a picturesque place of joy. Her expression grew quiet as her thoughts turned inward.

Some people could have this. Some people couldn’t. Alessandra felt that she was more on par with the latter over the former. [member="Zesiro"] and [member="Edric Vanyan"] were lucky indeed. Both, to have each other, and a place that supported their union enough to place all other efforts on hold.

When everything was said and done, and the cheers rose up, and the clapping started…Alessandra would be mean it.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: The Fortressa Ceremony Hall
Objective: Watch the ceremony
Interacting with: [member="Alessandra Creed"]
Wearing: This
Equipment: Walking Stick
Post: I

The galaxy had an extremely sick way of reminding Adron of his own failures. Perhaps chief among those would be the moment of nostalgia as he stood before the ceremony hall. Deep blue eyes peered at the extravagant decorations that accented the hall, quite well in Adron’s opinion. He had seen it all before many times, however the last time he saw it his place was not among the crowd. How ironic that the next wedding he would attend would be for the sister of the woman he had divorced. Yes, Ironic. He had been caught in the slightest of dazes because of these thoughts, so when Alessandra spoke there was a brief moment when he met her with only silence as his mind worked to catch up.

She hung from his arm, her own draped around it as she shared his space. He could not deny how beautiful the woman was, he would remark on it, yet she knew the information in full capacity. He would save flattery for later. His free hand held an elegant walking cane, carved from a fine tree root the long black staff fell to the floor, as it’s silvern ornament was clasped firmly in Adron’s palm, he would use the piece more as an accent than a true cane. Tradition often called for such eccentrics, did it not?

Tapping the cane on the floor, the Minister would return Alessandra’s question with a sly smile, as if he was poorly attempting to hide the truth behind his expression.

He watched her closely as she moved in front of him, his eyes watching her almost as a snake would it's prey, yet the touch of amusement never leaving his expression. Alessandra was playful and poised, an elegant beauty with an almost deadly radiance that drew Adron as honey would draw a bee. Her words were light and majestic, nearly threatening to wash the man away in a pleasant symphony. Yet, he would not give her too much joy, as he cut the effects of her allure from his thoughts as he spoke.

“Oh? Do I seem so downtrodden by the company I have decided to keep?” It had been years, years since Adron’s Serennoan accent had crept through his words. In the recent years he had taken to the choppy, droid-like Imperial dialect through immersion yet time away from the Imperial Military was changing that. Now his tone was powerful and almost melodic, as if each word held its own meaning beyond the sentence he spoke. Refined and powerful, it was a pleasant taste on his tongue.

As Alessandra’s smile came to widen again, Adron allowed his to do the same. “I'm not in the habit of keeping people waiting.” He said, clasping his hand around the base of his cane as he spoke to the woman. His eyes looked to her searchingly for a moment before he simply let off another brief smile. “I've already decided my transition into The Confederacy was the right one. The Empire is in ruins due to the civil war and with the Sith expansion…. Well, it's good to be on the winning team. Or, at least A winning team.” He said, revealing a bit of his character to the woman.

“So, how do you feel having a former Imperial working so close to you?” He asked, a very amused twinkle springing from his eyes. “Do I worry you, Minister Creed?”

Alessandra and Adron took a moment to take in the crowd. Adron knew…. None of these people. Some he had seen in briefest of passings, yet aside from Darth Metus and Srina, his list of people he knew in the CIS was extremely limited. His attention was momentarily pulled as the lights throughout the hall gave a brief flicker. Alessandra spoke, advancing towards the main part of the hall. The marriage ceremony today was for Zesiro, Adron’s former sister in law. He actually didn't know much about the woman, save for she switched Allegiances even more so than he did. In the back of his mind he hoped Anya would not be in attendance, it was merely more than he wanted to deal with in this lifetime.

Alessandra and Adron took to one of the trail rows of seating. Once they found their seats they stood silently, the music finally starting. When the music started, he looked to Alessandra, who held her silence, whether it was out of respect or just inner thought he did not know.

His hands we're resting on his walking stick as he kept his eyes locked on the altar.

 

[Cezar Alexandrescu]

Location: Fortressa, Random Corridor
Attention: N/A
Outfit: Knight’s armor
Post: 4

There was not much going on for Cezar. She was basically playing security guard which was alright for her. A little easy job to do in between mission strikes. The rest also helped keep the hyperthymesia from triggering hardcore. Some people voices sounded like people in the past but so far nothing too extreme.

Another good thing about playing guard, she could move away from the people attending the wedding. It was not because she did not like people. It had to do with witches from Dathomir and Ryloth. It made her blood boil when around them. The treatment of her life by witches gave her a healthy hatred for them. So to be a good knight, she moved on to parts of the ship that no authorized personnel should be in. It would make it easier handling trouble if there was going to be some. Who would know until it happens?

 

[La'Ca Cavataio]

Location: Fortressa (top secret, maybe behind you right now)
Nearby: N/A
Post 5

Skipping through the halls, her silver dress flowed lovely with the motion. Everything held perfectly in place. Instead of enjoying being arm candy for her Goddess which she would be down for completely. She was excited to plot and plan on targets. Future victims… well more slaves for Mira and Petra to play with until they break them or kill them whichever comes first. That thought made La’Ca giggle a bit insanely. She was never right in the head, and now making up this objective for herself on this ship just kept pushing her down that deep rabbit hole of her old self. The one that talked to every object cause they spoke to her from the start. Oh, the fun that could from that madness.

In the end, La'Ca made it the ceremony hall, and took her place to look over the people. The happiness she was having in selecting her prey from the people.

 

[Muad Dib]

Turning his head he caught sight of [member="Tom Taff"] approaching. Smirking lightly he turned to the man who spoke to him. Lightly scratching his jaw he shrugged with a roll of his shoulders.

"We should find out soon enough ner vod. Seems everyone is marrying these days. When will you be having your own?"

He grinned as he said this. Most men would find a shiver run up their spine at the prospect. Unless they were ready for marriage. It spoke to a man's character and where they were in life in their feeling on the matter. The young man was still relatively unknown, having met him purely because of Muad's knowing his father. Yet the two seemed to hit it off well. Still, they were still learning just who one another truly was outside of the labels the Galaxy thrust upon them.

At the sound of his Any'ika he turned with a grin. The red gown she had chosen spoke volumes to her personality. Fiery and bold. He nodded at the sentiments she spoke.

"Seems like yesterday that she came into my life. And now she's all grown up and getting married."

He mimed wiping a tear from his eye as he chuckled. Both his daughters should know he would be behind them no matter what, they were his ad'ika, and he would always be in their corner.

[member="Harley"] Fenstermacher approached the small group with soft spoken words. Arching a brow at [member="Anya Malvern"] he cast his glowing eyes back to the man.

"Aye. Any'ika may in time. And just as with her sister, I'll stand behind her. Course her potential spouse will have to be great to capture her attention and heart. Or I'll have to rip their's out."

He let a feral grin cross his face. Then his eyes caught the bride, [member="Zesiro"] , who was making her way towards them. Nodding toward the woman he felt a moment of silence. She was his ad'ika, blood or not it didn't matter. He was proud of her for following her heart.

"Zes'ika, you are beautiful. Your mate is a blessed man."

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Location: Fortressa’s Ceremony Hall
Nearby: N/A
Outfit: dress without any footwear
Post: #6

Petra made it to the hall as the lights flickered. She was about to move towards the room but stopped. A chill went down her spine. Taking a deep breath, her bare feet carried her into the hall. At least one thing about her was still working compare to her mind. A wedding, more precisely, a bonding ceremony gave her that chill. There were a few of her own that happen in her lifetime, and that did not start to count her children to her great-great-grandchildren. Those memories were short lived as the real source was the memories of standing over their bodies in the end.

Moving past the memories, her rear found a spot to plant itself. Then it came back. No rest for the idle mind. The ease of her mind is slipping back to think about bonding ceremonies. The first one that came up her husband. The one she still has frozen and hidden away for safekeeping. Yes, that is how Petra deals with actual relationships. Abuse the heck out of them, torture, play, freeze, and with some even killed. The need to be amused could always lead her down the oddest paths.

As Petra waited for the show on the road, she focused on the memories of her hubby at the moment.

 

[Ravenfire]

Tom would smile at [member="Muad Dib"] as he was asked when was he having his own wedding. Tom stopped for a few seconds while Muad spoke with [member="Harley Fenstermacher"], [member="Anya Malvern"], and the bride [member="Zesiro"]. Tom hadn't thought of it before. But the answer seemed fairly simple at least to him. "when ever Mykes and me are ready. Some point in the future I suspect. Don't worry you will be invited when it happens." He would say with a smile.

His features would darken for a second "I just hope we find dad before then." He would brighten up again "But we still will need to have a party with it, maybe even pinch some of Uncle Kaine's stash. Don't tell him I said that until after I have pinched it though. Otherwise he will be too busy guarding it to enjoy life." Tom would scan the room also noting that Harley was an Echani and so was Anya. His features would darken as he would say the word as if it was an acid dripping from his tongue. "Echanis" He would quickly brighten back up "and you Muad? When are you getting married ner vod?"

 

[Srina Talon]

Aboard the Dread Queen​

Srina Talon stood off to the right of her Master while he commanded the newest addition to their naval forces. She was dressed in the uniform that had been created for the Knights Obsidian, the hexagonal good pulled down, with long moonlit hair spilling haphazardly over slender shoulders. She was here to observe [member="Darth Metus"] today as they made their advances into the unknown and potentially ran headlong into their enemy. The fleet that had arrived with them was sizeable.

It was not as large as the force they had mustered to try and seize Tatooine, however, they hadn’t had any super star destroyers on that venture. Now, for the protection of a wedding party, and to expand their borders they had THREE massive ships headed toward the edge of Empire space. Srina wasn’t certain whether or not the Emperor would take it as the signs of an attack or not, however, only a foolish man would ignore it intentionally. Adron had mentioned that there was some sort of in-fighting going on between the Imperials.

Perhaps they were too focused on their inner squabbles to care about the next door neighbor.

“Adron did state that the Emperor revealed his status as a Sith Lord. Perhaps that has caused more turmoil than we initially anticipated?”, she breathed quietly, idly, watching something on her Holo-Comm. It was a live feed from the wedding. The Fortressa had been turned into something beautiful, almost organic, for the union of Zesiro and Edric. The white-haired woman had never formally met either, however, she could see the effect such an event had on their people.

It was uplifting. There were secret parts of her that wondered how true love could exist in this world, in a place, where friends became enemies the moment they lost their usefulness. It was a petty, putrid state of affairs, but Srina was glad for this one, small, beautiful thing. It was unlike the Mandalorian wedding she had attended. After that, the Sith Apprentice had been shaken to the core. Damaged, with the knowledge that their greatest enemy still lived. He walked among the sheep like a wolf. Srina deliberately pulled her focus from that day. This was a new one. A brighter one.

A nation could not exist on death and doom alone. People needed more. They needed hope.

Hearing her Master hail the Exigent the slender woman closed her feed to the Fortressa. She could always check in later. After all, the staff had indeed promised to save the Vicelord a piece of cake. By the Goddess, for their sakes, she hoped they made good on their word. “I still hate the name of this ship. It’s a terrible title to have…”, she spoke abruptly, breaking the air, after the Vicelord finished his transmission. “But…”

“She is beautiful.”

The concession passed through her lips hesitantly. Her tones, soft as the first fingers of dawn, would be one of the only sounds to interrupt the bridge. The droids served their purpose and the few Knights on board did not feel the need to actively engage in conversation while at their station. Silver eyes flickered to the vid-screens and she exhaled slowly. More and more, colors appeared on the screens, signaling that the enemy had finally realized they were there. It was time to secure this sector of space once and for all. “Incoming.”, she breathed, eyes focusing, in the light of battle.

Even if it wasn’t traditional hand to hand combat she could feel adrenaline move through her veins. She reached down and placed her hand on the shoulder of the Vicelord, momentary support, before she prepared to witness the carnage their flagships were capable of. As she had stated in the skies of Maramere: No Mercy

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[member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Amethyst Atreides"]

 

[Firenne Van-Derveld]

Location: Fortressa, Banquet Hall
Attention: [member="Rylan Kordel"]
Post: 3


"Thank you..." she said softly after a moment, surprised but pleased at the same time that he'd offered the compliment. Firenne's cheeks warmed slightly but she managed to hold his gaze in spite of herself. She withdrew her fingers slowly, after smoothing out a wrinkle in the fabric, head canted to the side as she regarded him carefully.

She didn't reach out with her Force sense, much as she wanted to in order to ascertain the truth of his words. It would have been unforgivably rude under the circumstance, and she was left with her Lupine senses, which told her enough. Barely resisting the urge to fuss over him again, she nodded faintly. "I've been working on organizing the reports and the holo footage that was captured. I can't even imagine what it was like to actually be in the middle of it. I'm willing to listen if you want to talk about it at any point."

There was more she wanted to say, but the setting wasn't precisely appropriate for any more than that. Firenne absently smoothed out her dress, still self-conscious about the length, as they walked quietly over to a table bearing a variety of drinks. She accepted the glass handed to her, clinked the rim against his and took a sip. "I forgot to mention it earlier, but I did manage to find a gift. Hopefully they'll like it...I'm never sure when it comes to these things."

Fi sipped from her drink again, savoring the sweetness of it and still wishing she could have brought some form of sketchbook with her. Lamentably, the tiny clutch that matched her dress didn't allow for much more than her holocommunicator and her security key. Glancing up at Rylan she spoke quietly. "You know, I finally finished the sketches from Ascension. Turning a couple of them into bigger pieces for the archives-"

The lights flickered, and for a moment, she wondered if something had gone wrong. But then she noticed the flow of people moving towards the ceremony space, and set down her nearly empty glass. "...I think that's our cue to find seats. Shall we?"

 

[Katiara Initrios]

Location: Aboard the Fortressa; Ceremony/Banquet Hall​

Adressing: None​

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She had never seen anything quite like it. And yet, as vessels came in a variety of forms, she persisted in an effort to equate the elegance and sheer intensity of the Fortressa to something she had previously experienced. It was for that reason that it saddened her that each attempt fell short when run aground of the comparison to weapons of war and death wielded by the empires of old. Ultimately she would admit it: the Fortressa was a wonder that even she could not deny the unique splendor of.

It was beauty that came in a great many forms. From the attire of a woman attending a magnanimous event or a room adorned to the extent of it's appeal, she took each beauty with the next. Perhaps it was the extent of her years pressing her to broaden her spectrum, or the freshness of the days past littered with a plethora of new allures. As she tread cleared the entrance into the banquet hall it only became abundantly clear that the event aboard the Fortressa was intended to be one to remember.

Upon her arrival, halting just short of the closest collective of people, the witch could not help but to span the room with her eyes. One after another she admired and absorbed the sights that were each individual. From a man carrying a cane ([member="Adron Malvern"]), adorned in a plum suit, to a woman sleekly clad in regal purple ([member="Alessandra Creed"]), to a collective of staff decked from head to toe in what she could only interpret as the Confederacy's attempt at event staff attire, she drew in each as they passed into their place.

A pang struck her as she silently observed. Awash with a memory, a flash of a time she'd fought to forget, of a woman dressed in grassy green standing across from a man clad in black. Silently drawing in a sharp breath, fluttering her eyes shut to divert attention to the culminating emotion within them, she took a small step towards the edge of the hall and massaged the pendant about her neck; the stone warm to the touch as she focused her mind into it and through it the emotions she needed.

"Thy past is thy prison, fly forth lest thee be lost forever," She breathed as in a hushed whisper as she felt energy flow through her. The images faded, slowly replaced with placid feelings she'd embraced moments before as the energy drew out the negative. As the stone grew cold, her finger sliding off of it to fall with her hand against her side once more, she fluttered her eyes open to once again rest them upon the hall and ceremony to come. "Peace adrift in a galaxy bereft of it."

As quickly as she spoke, her lips moving slowly and softly with each word, she felt silent. She had learned many things about the galaxy away from her home, of the worlds inhabited by beings who hardly lived a percentage of her kind's longevity. While they did not deny the beauties that her own kind grasped in heart, they were blissfully appeased by the small moments that would be remembered by only those in attendance. Perhaps had she continued to live with her own she might have persisted on the complexity of it, but eight hundred years taught her different.

Taking another breath and surrendering to her own silence amidst the hushed clamor of the room, the witch once again resigned herself to the tangible reality of the present.

Let not the past define thine future for, Child, it may bear thee hence to suffering~

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Zesiro"]

She glanced to Harley once he arrived and giggled. She turned to watching her sister as she just couldnt believe it one bit, her own blood, her own twin married after all that's happened in their lives. She couldn't help but move a bit closer to Harley and take his hand squeezing gently

maybe so we shall see what the future will bring eh?

Around that time her father spoke. She couldnt help but get a look of mock shock and a gasp as she gently pushed at him

now dont scare hom away buir! I gotta at least see if he'll last right?

She couldn't help a feral smirk to Harley as well. Then looked to her father as she addressed him

besides, my potential spouse may be closer then we imagine. Buir this is [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher, I met him on geonosis about...few months ago? Does that seem right Harley?

 

[Zesiro]

Post: 2
Interacting with: [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Anya Malvern"]

She shared some trepidation for today. Not for the future, but this day alone. Hoping she didn't fall on her face, look like a fool or make any sort of mistake, Zesiro was a little emotional ball. One thing she did not feel was sorrow or sadness which was good, at least to her. Excitement, joy, happiness and nervousness all around.

Walking up to Muad and Anya, she would give them each a hug. Taking a small step back, she would look at Muad.

"Would you do the honor and walk me down the asile?"

Looking at her sister and hearing what she had just said, she smiled. Not quite beaming, but close.

"I never thought I would see this day, Anya. Remember when we met?"

Two women that wanted to tear the heart of the other. Fighting and spitting at each other (probably like they had as children) like two cats fighting over some piece of meat. After that rocky start, they learned who they were to each other and never looked back at that day. It was in the past and would stay there. Just spoken about as a memory to pass on.

She let out a sigh, ran her hands down her dress and hoped she looked fine.

Turning her head at the new person to the party, she narrowed her eyes slightly to get a feel for him and nodded slightly.

"If he makes you happy...well who am I to say anything?"

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: One of the seats in the back of the wedding hall
Wearing: This incredibly revealing dress + combat boots
Wielding: Czerka knives in her combat boots, a champagne glass filled with vodka
Tags: none yet
Posts: 1

There is nothing for you outside the Darkness.

Scherezade took another sip from her champagne glass. It had been the first thing she'd done after arrival; made sure she had liquor. Her head was woozy with it, as this not only was her third drink of the evening, but it had come after finishing an entire bottle on her own during the hours before her arrival. The last few days in the Sith's life had thus been the hardest she had to endure. She had been brought to the brink of death by a murderous Jedi and then nursed back to health by her then-sister and the man she was in love with, only to wake up an discover that they had both betrayed her as she fought first for her life and then to find her way out of the Darkness. It had been an ugly scene, filled with screams and tears, and she had burned every bridge she had during it. Her then-sister had sent a message to her after that using Jart, but Scherezade had banged her head against the ground until the message stopped, her forehead split, the blood running into her eyes.

And that had only been the beginning. She wanted to say that she had embraced the Darkness since that horrible night, that she had made it a part of her, that she controlled it and wielded it with elegance. But she had not. Her pain was all too easy to read on her face even now, and her mind kept jumping back to that night, still wanting one moment to run back and apologize, and the next moment find ways to make things worse. She had cast herself out of Katrine and Gerwald's lives. The Darkness had been right. There were two people in her life when she'd entered it, and there was no one now. The pain had been unbearable. She had thought that she would actually die more than once. Not for the physical aspect of it, but for the impossible pain and suffering that resided in her heart. She loved Gerwald to depths she had never imagined possible, and the wound that was ripped into her by his and Katrine's betrayal was even deeper. And still she loved him. And still she loved her. It was an impossible situation.

She took another sip from her glass. That was the secret. The liquor numbed her emotions, made it easier to forget that her heart still beat, that her heart still bled. She wished she'd had the nerve to try something harsher, something stronger. But she did not.

Other things had happened the day she'd returned to her ship. The inside of it looked so different now than it had before that dreadful week. The entire hangar bay was covered in her own blood, words written. The message Kamon Vondairanach had left on the Alliance office's wall was nothing compared to that. She had used her knives to remove the Jart tattoo that had been on her back in a slow process, wishing for the pain on her back to undo the pain in her soul. It hadn't. She had ended up skinning her entire back in the process, but had remembered to save enough blood before she ducked herself into the bacta tank. There were no remains on her flesh now. Anyone who would look - and they would look, considering how much her dress revealed - would see nothing but pale skin. And there was more. There was always more. If there was an end to the depths of misery she could fall into, she payed she would reach it soon. It was too unbearable.

And still she had come here, to this wedding. No longer as part of the Mandragora. No longer Katrine's ward or sister. But then why? She had no answer. She had tried to come up with one as she walked through Coruscant's high end districts, looking for a perfect dress to wear. She had fallen in love with this nearly transparent piece that had the gall to call itself a dress and not just random skin ornaments. It hugged every curve in her body, curves that had been growing these past few months now. When you didn't look at her face, she looked like a million credits, perhaps more. It was only her face that ruined it, her stupid face upon which the misery was so easy to see.

Why was she here? She did not have an answer. There were no friends for her within the Confederacy. No one to talk no, no one that she could trust. It was the same outside of the Confederacy. The Darkness had been right. She was truly alone. And perhaps it was her masochism that had brought her here, to see two people becoming happily one. It was not a future that she would ever have. Scherezade had learned that some people were simply not meant to be loved, were not meant to be wanted or desired, and that she was one of those people.

Scherezade took another sip from her glass and sighed. The ceremony would be over soon enough. And perhaps the she would be able to leave quietly and forget she'd ever come.