Blood and Wine [CIS]

[Lirka Ka]

[SIZE=11pt]It was always amusing the things the Galaxy liked to throw at people.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]One of those things was easily the woman known as “Lirka Ka”, a butcher and savage to those who looked surface level, a violent and blunt Marshal who crushed and killed without mercy. Or so it had seemed, that blunt tool of the Confederacy had simply [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]disappeared[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], as though she had never existed Lirka vanished into thin air.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]Only now to return as though it had never happen.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]And even more so, she had extended an invitation to many of the upper echelons of the CIS and anyone who she could reach within the Confederate Defense Force. A remarkable amount of planning for some crazed and bloodthirsty tool: all of it lead to Pektranai Arena on Geonosis, such a famous sight. But at current standing it mattered little, no, that part would come later. Of course, the top of the CIS knew why the Marshal who had made such a bloody name for herself had disappeared. The rest would be in the dark, for now.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]It seemed like a harmless social gathering, and to an extent, it was. Lirka had pulled some strings, acquiring a large room at one of the uppermost pillars of the arena: a nigh perfect view of the carnage that would eventually be split in the arena below. There was some traits that remained, always would Lirka hold that lust for the violence in things.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]Regardless, the whole thing radiated the High Society Lirka had existed in so many years ago: though held an unmistakable twist of someone who had also lived among cantinas and nightclubs for half a century. Music played, and booze flowed freely.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]It was obvious the whole thing was intended as a good time, dancing and the far beyond (even the slightest potential of someone dishing out spice to those who wanted it, not that Lirka had “anything to do with it”) littered the suite. Even Lirka herself, who had always been seen either carving a swath of severed limbs and screams or so drunk she could actually be friendly rather calmly engaged with those who had come. And not even a leaning tower of drinks with it! The Sephi had less than stellar reasons for her gathering, for in truth, it would be a demonstration of her work: when the time came.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]Until then, it was merely a time for the many denizens of the CIS to mingle and enjoy themselves. For little seemed to have been out of the Sephi’s mind was setting things up for her little party.[/SIZE]​

 

[Lefwen Claskier]

Location: The balcony overlooking the Pektranai Arena
Wearing: X

Leffie stared out onto the dark sands of the Pektranai Arena. It was strange being here, a place that she knew about only through fairy tales read to her by her nanny. For a moment she allowed herself to reminisce, remembering the smell of campo wood burning in the fireplace, the frayed hems of nanny's dress and the way her throat used to wobble when she got angry.

A blast of warm air driving over the balcony brought her back to the present. From behind her came the sounds of the party she was avoiding. She still didn't quite know why she was here; a week ago she had been serving drinks to members of the Confederacy on Archae Teuthis and here she was at another Confederate event, this time on the guest list, not the staff list. Who'd invited her she wasn't sure, but when she arrived on Geonosis that morning she'd been told that the room was paid for and 'her' clothes were freshly pressed.

She pulled the hose linked to her hydron-three canister and sucked it for a moment, as if to gird herself before turning around and facing the party. As she span, the anonymous black dress she was wearing trailed slightly. Rubbing her fingers, which were being irritated by the sand, she surveyed the crowd. She recognised a few faces from Archae Teuthis, but many of the people here were new to her. The hostess - a formidable looking woman with proud, pointed ears - was stalking the room calmly, her eyes studying the guests as a predator studies its prey. Perhaps this woman was Lefwen's patron? A distant possibility, perhaps. Now did not seem like the time to ask, however, and Leffie contented herself with a drink while she waited to find out who her sponsor was.

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Wearing: Black & Gold Suit, Navy Blue Plaid Pants, Boots
Wielding: Cane, Hidden Blades(Only one, on his left wrist, yet it is hidden under his suit)
Location: Party by the Balcony
Theme: The Greatest Show - Bass Boosted

There was no smile crossing the Viceroy's face, there was only a look of annoyed wondering as to why he, a Viceroy of the Confederacy, had been invited to a party at Pektranai Arena on Geonosis. Moreover, why he he had accepted. He had more important things to be doing, the only thing that made the party interesting was the bottle of Ale in his hand, and that barely lifted his spirits. He took a sip from it, sitting in a chair, near the opening to the balcony, but still inside. He smelt nice, it was subtle, and not powerful, but it could be smelt.

His cane rested between his legs, his hair was swept back. He finished his drink quicker, almost hoping it'd make the party accelerate to the point where he could slip away unnoticed without it being rude. He gave a curt nod to a waitress who came over and took away his bottle, and replaced it with a glass of bourbon.

He took a sip from the glass, his eyes sweeping over the crowd, looking for familiar faces, finding none from the first look, he looked down to his lap again, taking another sip of his bourbon. He was then approached by a human man in his mid 20's. The man asked him if he wanted any deathsticks or spice.

"No, I am quite alright." His tone sounded alot kinder and more forgiving than he intended, making it sound like a kindly old man's, instead of the annoyed, impatient and bored man it belonged to.

He waved the man away, who had stayed staring at him long enough already. His eyes then did another scan of the crowd, looking for those who might be of interest to him.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Zyrias Pax, the Canto Chameleon had somehow scored an invitation to [member="Lirka Ka"]’s gathering. The female Sephi and Marshal of the CIS had made quite a name for herself in the kind of circles that enjoyed bathing in the blood of their enemies and decorating their spiked fences with severed heads. It wasn’t really Zyri’s thing, but she enjoyed the element of danger at a party. Her own reputation as an “explosives expert” had been growing but presently she lay low, taking the occasional slicing gig to keep herself busy.

Wearing a ridiculously expensive dress (she still had that huge stash of credits from Kur’s Dozen which was dwindling fast at her spending rate), and an even more ludicrously priced string of Kallistan gems adorning her neck, Zyrias teetered on impossibly high heels, heading towards the bar. Ordering a Corellian whiskey the young criminal surveyed the room. She could not locate the Marshall, but noted that the arena had a gladiator-type feel for it, but likely there would just be some music festival act on later.

Spying a balcony and an even cuter girl ([member="Lefwen Claskier"]) standing idly upon it, Zyri went over to her and said, “What a great view from here. Mind if I join you?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her smile promised more of the same.

As she spoke, she made goo-goo eyes at the older man ([member="Caesar Kenway"]) standing nearby holding a glass of what looked to be bourbon or scotch. He was the same age as her last beau, a detective from Coruscant. While she’d rather be seen and photographed by the holo paps with a cadre of young and beautiful humans and aliens, she had such a weak spot for older men, it nearly made her knees tremble.

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Wearing: Black & Gold Suit, Navy Blue Plaid Pants, Boots
Wielding: Cane, Hidden Blades(Only one, on his left wrist, yet it is hidden under his suit)
Location: Party by the Balcony
Theme: The Greatest Show - Bass Boosted

He took a long sip of his drink, looking around. He caught the younger woman ([Member=Zyrias Pax]) making goo-goo eyes at him. He gave her one of his signature charming smiles, one of the ones that he used during his election process as the Governor of Ord Pardron. He took another sip of his drink, pretty much emptying the glass of all but a slither of drink.

He finished the drink, then raised a hand to a waitress, calling her over. He got another bourbon from the waitress, then limped over to pair of chairs near the balcony but not too far away, just out of ear shot of the others at the party. He took a seat, placing his cane between his legs, and took a sip of his bourbon. He then pulled out a datapad and started tapping and swiping, muttering under his breath. He continued for a brief moment, then took a sip of his drink, and waved at the female who had been goggling at him, calling her over. He took another sip of his drink, and coughed into his hand, clearing his throat.

He waited patiently, turning his gaze back to scanning the crowd, before he pulled a white handkerchief of a soft fabric out of his suit jacket and wiped his eyes with it. He then wiped his mouth with it, and put it back into his jacket, and took another sip of his bourbon. The alcohol was finally starting to take an affect on him, and a smile spread across his face, his eyes lit up with a form of drunken joy. It seemed he'd become more happy in general, his posture straightened, he leaned on his cane less. And he drank fewer times. Yet his still waited for the woman who had been goggling him to come over.

 

[Lefwen Claskier]

Location: The balcony overlooking the Pektranai Arena
Wearing: X

Lefwen watched [member="Zyrias Pax"] approach with a mix of intrigue and growing dread. The young woman looked familiar - one of those faces you've seen but can't place - but the real worry was just how expensive her dress looked. Lefwen was fine in social situations, but the presence of this immaculately presentable woman made her feel incredibly under-dressed.

“What a great view from here. Mind if I join you?” the woman asked with an impish smile, before casting a seductive look in the direction of a stern looking viceroy ([member="Caesar Kenway"]) Lefwen found herself replying without thought, falling back into the polite-society small-talk she'd not experienced since she was teenager.

"It is rather amazing, isn't it?" She turned to look out on the arena before turning back to the woman. She forced a smile and then nodded in the direction of the older man, who was moving over to a more secluded table. "Although I can't be sure you were talking about the arena..." she grinned. "Lefwen Cla... Claftenor" she said formally, holding out her hand. "I think your friend is waving at us."

 

[Lirka Ka]

A fear of being presentable? Nonexistent to the hostess. Lirka didn’t wear any sort of fancy dress or some of the other ugly low quality junk you found throughout the Galaxy: no, Lirka wore a full suit of Battle Armor at gatherings like this. The only thing that made the armor half fancy looking? It was fresh out of getting repaired after it was heavily damaged on Seltos and it’s Sephi bearer had redone all the fine detail engravings that covered the thing, but it was blunt and brutal as ever.

But for once, Lirka wasn’t some jolly drunkard: everything she did had a calculation to it, it was the movement of a politician. Lirka’s training in her prior life hadn’t gone totally to waste, but regardless of the fact some of those more brunt elements came out.

“Ha. The view looks far better when the blood starts flowing.”

Even with her rather humorless laugh, Lirka showed some eagerness for when the actual gladiators were out: just so she could laugh at how boring the fights would be.

[member="Lefwen Claskier"] [member="Caesar Kenway"] [member="Zyrias Pax"]

 

[Zyrias Pax]

The platinum haired criminal was still wanted in Cantonica and also in Coruscant. A warrant for her arrest had been issued on Hapes and on Hela...

Wait, what did I do on Hela again? Oh well, it doesn’t matter, Zyri thought. It would only be a matter of time before she would have to hide out in Wild Space, but until then, she was going to party like her life depended on it.

Either way one would not know that the Chameleon was a criminal except for small cracks in the facade. Her voice was sweet and demure, but her makeup had been applied as though the girl had no maternal figure in her life to show her how to properly paint it on. She didn’t resemble a clown, but perhaps the blush was too strong and the foundation too thick, hiding the natural dark freckles on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

Now came the juggle between being social with the female party guest and being seductive towards the cute older man with the cane.

“I’m Zyri,” she said, sipping her whiskey, using her real name for once. “I can’t wait for the entertainment. There has to be something happening in that arena, right?”

“Ha. The view looks far better when the blood starts flowing," came the sinister warning from Ms. Ka herself.

“See what I mean?” Zyrias remarked to Lefwen with a conspirator's smile. “Oh waving? Huh?"

She played innocent, but the Chameleon had been watching Mr. Kenway out of the corner of her eye, and she’d also spied him waving. “Come over here!” she shouted, and then seeing him sitting with his cane, like a dutiful daughter would, the girl marched over and gave him the crook of her pretty pale arm so that he could stand up and join Lefwen, Lirka and the guests on the balcony.

[member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Lefwen Claskier"] [member="Caesar Kenway"]

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Wearing: Black & Gold Suit, Navy Blue Plaid Pants, Boots
Wielding: Cane, Hidden Blades(Only one, on his left wrist, yet it is hidden under his suit)
Location: Party by the Balcony
Theme: The Greatest Show - Bass Boosted

He looked at the young lady who had been goggling him. ([Member=Zyrias Pax]) He watched her approach him, taking a sip of his bourbon. He frowned at the young lady's realisation that he might have trouble getting up, it wasn't true, he could get up perfectly fine by himself. It was just his damn ankle that screwed him over, he could just hobble around, in reality, he could get around just fine, before his ankle situation.

He then smiled at her gratefully as she got closer, and set his glass down. He then moved his cane and tensed himself on it, ready. When the nice lady got close enough, he offered her another of his charming, election winning smiles and took her elbow, hauling himself up. He then leaned on his cane, supporting himself, then looked at the nice lady.

"Thank you dear, I normally wouldn't need help but... a blaster shot to the ankle works wonders against an old man."

He offered her another smile, then took a step forward with his right leg, which looked quite obviously like the one that had been shot, and then took a step forward with his other foot, and slipped, almost falling over on a puddle of spilt alcohol. He cussed and managed to catch himself on the young lady's shoulder. He then took another step and slipped again, this time falling over completely, and unfortunately, landing on a piece of a broken glass. He let out a loud curse, just loud enough for those nearest him to hear. Fortunately, the alcohol didn't get anywhere near his suit, and just got to his boots, which were waterproof. Unfortunately however, the piece of glass he had landed on cut his left cheek, causing it to start bleeding.

Now for some reason, unknown to Caesar, or anybody else. Nobody had seen him fall, well, nobody except Zyrias. Some might have heard him curse and cuss, but that was it, and they would've passed it off as part of an background conversation. He then tried to get up, but his ankle gave up trying not even two seconds in. And incase you haven't tried getting up with a severely injured ankle, it's hard. So he tried again, then gave up, lying there briefly. Rolling onto his left side slightly.

 

[Chikako Liona]

Location: Entrance
NPC guard: A Royal Fusilier
[member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Lefwen Claskier"]

Was it irresponsible to take time away from the development of her planet to such an event? Perhaps, Tythe for the most part was still largely inhospitable, most of the planet outside the resorted areas still being contaminated beyond belief. Even so she was still a child in many eyes and with her youth still on hand the young Echani could not be expected to spend all her time in an office dabbling over bureaucratic matters. Still, she was quite surprised by the host of such an event, [member="Lirka Ka"] was not exactly known for being a very talkative or people person, nor someone who really looked into governmental affairs of the CIS.

That alone made coming an interesting choice, perhaps sh'd get chance to talk with her and learn a little more about the mature Sephi, certainly not a race one got to be face to face with all that often. If not that the young princess did have some points to talk about concerning the military and a possible addition that her planet could make in time.

Entering the party area it seemed the games had already started, the cheers and woos from outside at the balcony signaling that the gladiator round had already started. "Well it is better to be late then never, I wonder where the Marshal is anyways", besides some images the only time she had seem the Sephi was in full body armor. Looking around she spotted the somewhat familiar figure of [member="Caesar Kenway"] mingaling in the crowd with another women, but besides that the turn out for this get together was rather small.

 

[Lefwen Claskier]

Location: The balcony overlooking the Pektranai Arena
Wearing: X

Lefwen studied the young woman's ([member="Zyrias Pax"]) face for a moment. Despite the fine clothes and extravagant gems she wore, the fiery lady's make-up was... well atrocious, on close inspection. In resembled the kind of artistry that would have earned Lefwen a thorough scolding from her handmaid way back when.

“I can’t wait for the entertainment. There has to be something happening in that arena, right?”

There was an eagerness in Zyri's voice; a kind of impetuousness underlined ever word. It was, by turns, endearing, although it seemed peculiar that a woman of such apparent wealth and stature could get away with such elocution. Perhaps there's more to her than meets the eye, Leffie pondered. The young woman had turned around again, and spoke to the elderly gentleman whom she had been flirting with. Clearly money and power are an easy avenue into some beds...

As Zyri walked over to her amore Lefwen returned to gazing out of the balcony, downing the small drink she had and feeling the burn on the back of her throat while she watched as the festivities began to wind into action in the arena below. For a moment she allowed herself to reach out with her mind, expanding herself to absorb the thoughtscape of the room. She was still not particularly skilled at this, it always felt as though there was more detail to be uncovered if only she new how find it. As things were, the emotions of those around her were somewhat blurred, like an image viewed through a frosted pane of glass, but such detail sufficed. Zyri seemed entirely at ease, and certainly somewhat enthralled by the gaze of the older gentleman who sat admiring her. There was something... practised about Zyri's confidence, though Lefwen could not discern it. The man ([member="Caesar Kenway"]) himself was agitated, though it wasn't clear why, and seemed to be soothing that frustration with alcohol. The host, Marshal [member="Lirka Ka"], was different - not anxious or concerned, but methodical and tinged with passion.

Suddenly the man's emotions rang out like a bell, sundering the thoughtscape Leffie had been occupying. She span around quickly, and upon turning saw the somewhat pitiful sight of Zyri standing over the older man, who was lying on the floor on his side, his cheek flushed with embarrassment and nicked by glass. Had Zyri hit him? The look on both their faces implied otherwise, and no other guests seemed to have noticed the fall. Confused and concerned, Leffie placed her empty glass upon the balcony-guard and paced over to the pair.

"Would you like me to fetch someone?" she asked as she arrived at the scene. "Or, perhaps find you a napkin to clean up that spill," she looked at the man's face, "and that cut?"

 

[Zyrias Pax]

While she didn’t exercise or treat her body healthy in any way, Zyrias had youth on her side. Therefore the cane in Caesar’s possession was a sign of the infirm and feeble, especially since she’d ruled out that it was some decorative prop for him to look distinguished as soon as he’d admitted he’d been shot by a blaster.

“An old war wound, eh?”
But then the older man slipped, and the platinum-haired Chameleon felt genuinely sorry for him with a hint of anxiety as if she’d bet on the wrong horse. And unfortunately Zyrias’s bony shoulder wasn’t that strong and the man kept… falling. She shrugged her shoulder instinctively so he wouldn't take her down with him.

The young criminal gazed around helplessly, closing her open mouth. Seeing Lefwen heading over she waved her in with a frantic hand. “I-I don’t know what happen. I think he slipped, but it’s clear he’s hurt. Want to help me try and get him up?”

Wobbling on her high heels, she bent down to make sure he wasn’t unconscious, but no, just a superficial cut and bruised pride. “Do you have a bacta patch maybe? He’s heavy. I’m not sure I can lift him on my own.”

[member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Lefwen Claskier"] [member="Caesar Kenway"] [member="Chikako Liona"]

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Wearing: Black & Gold Suit, Navy Blue Plaid Pants, Boots
Wielding: Cane, Hidden Blades(Only one, on his left wrist, yet it is hidden under his suit)
Location: Party by the Balcony
Theme: The Greatest Show - Bass Boosted

He rubbed his cheek, and felt the sting of the wound, and cursed. Then he stretched his neck and looked around at the two people who were looking at him ([Member=Zryias Pax] [Member=Lefwen Claskier]), then shook his head. His blood flowed slowly from his cheek, barely at all, making it look more of a simple cut. He then rolled onto his left side more, and managed a few words.

"I'll be fine, just... give me a minute..."

He pulled his knees up to his chest, and then rolled himself onto them, and put his left leg up in a kneeling position, which was his good leg. He then took his cane and put it by his right side, and pushed down on it, pulling himself up. He then leaned on his cane, grabbing a handkerchief from his suit jacket, and dabbed at the cut on his cheek, the handkerchief came away with little blood, as the wound was now healing and bleeding less. He then dipped a clean corner of the handkerchief in his glass of bourbon, and pulled it up, wiping at the wound with it, cleaning and sterilising it with the alcohol. With the blood around it gone, it looked like nothing more than a small cut.

He kept wiping at it, until the bleeding had virtually stopped, he then put his handkerchief back in his suit jacket. He proceeded to dust off his suit quickly, not really needed to. He followed up on the mock dusting by cursing, under his breath, and repeated the same word again, just for good measure. He then looked around, and stretched his shoulders and neck briefly, as if he'd been cramping up on the floor, doing all of that. He then turned to the women who had come to check on him ([Member=Lefwen Claskier] [Member=Zyrias Pax]).

"To answer your questions, my dear lady ([Member=Zyrias Pax]). Yes, you could say it is an old war wound, and I slipped because of some idiot spilling alcohol onto the floor. Also, don't underestimate my ability to get up, I have fought in battles before you know, and I have fallen over with no help to get up. Now, m'lady ([Member=Lefwen Claskier]) I doubt you will need to get somebody, I should be fine. It should heal quite quickly."

He looked around then walked over to his glass of bourbon, and picked it up, then walked back to Zyrias and Lefwen. He then motioned for Lefwen to walk ahead, and he hung by Zyrias, waiting a moment for Lefwen, then turned his attention to Zyrias. He then placed a hand on the crook of her pretty, pale arm. Squeezing it slightly, then releasing the squeeze. To be honest with himself, he didn't know why he squeezed her arm, and he intended to play if off if possible. His fingers slowly peeled off his cane, then clamped back onto it.

He spoke out of nowhere, which might startle Zyrias, a bit.

"Why was a young, pretty, little thing like you staring at me like that?"

His head turned to look down at her, a kind smile upon his face, yes a look of query and curiosity had rested upon him aswell.

 

[Lefwen Claskier]

Location: The balcony overlooking the Pektranai Arena
Wearing: X

Lefwen went to help the stricken man ([member="Caesar Kenway"]) up before being brushed aside. Watching as the man awkwardly stumbled to his feet, she was fixed with a mixture of admiration and pity. There was something to be said for someone who could look after themselves, even if he does look like flipped over hornbeetle in the beak of a treewarbler...

Once he had struggled to his feet, the man cleaned up his face and addressed [member="Zyrias Pax"] and Leffie's questions. He had a stern voice, and despite the fall he maintained a calm and confident demeanour that betrayed his position. A politician? Or, what did they call them... a viceroy? The man slid the newly stained hankerchief he had been using back into a pocket and collected his drink before returning to the pair of much younger women. With a callous hand he ushered towards Lefwen, while simultaneously he moved to hold Zyri's arm. Who the fripp does he think he is? Leffie pondered, regarding the man with undisguised animosity. She bit her lip, her face returning to the placid, practised politeness she had adopted since the party started. For a moment she remembered back to her encounters with politicians before: they were common at the Claskier estate, always lurking in the state rooms of her home and beseeching her family for something. Her other encounters had come later, usually in some seedy bar on the underside of a space-port known for goods and services. It was hard to work out which she disliked more, the lickspittle-types who grovelled to their superiors, or the predatory ones who found sport in pursuing men and women who sold their services for soup tickets...

Leffie smiled unconvincingly. Well he's come to a party he hates and he's gawping at someone half his age, so I guess this sleemo's both... But still, if you're going to take back what's yours you might need some slimeballs around to placate the board...

"You're welcome," she said politely, before walking the group back to the balcony. Once there she signalled to one of the waiters to bring her a new drink and looked out on the movement in the sands below. The games are beginning...

 

[Lirka Ka]

Another person had decided to join [member="Lefwen Claskier"] on the balcony, Lirka had grown tired of the people she was conversing with: having to act so cordial was boring, she wasn't much a Princess anymore and evidently the life of politics wasn't horribly fitting for her. As if to emphasize the point of how little of a politician she was, anyone would've heard Lirka's heavy metal boots hit the ground before they'd have even seen her.

The Sephi had good eyes, those two dots of icy blue that seemed to radiate malice, albeit, a much more calculated malice than before. And in the topic of Lirka's physical traits, something new had shown up for those who had seen her before: while beforehand her hair had been long and black as the midnight sky, it was a fiery red instead a simple shift after the...unfortunate....injuries she had sustained on Seltos burned away a decent bit of her hair.

Moving up close to the girl, the Sephi leaned forward. Her arms resting on the railings of the balcony, looking down to the pits with a very dull amusement and maybe even a disdain. Oh not for the sport itself, she adored it, but for how shameful of a display it was to her veteran eyes.

"Such a waste of time, aren't they?"

She spoke to Lefwen, not looking the girl's direction. Her heavily accented voice seemed to hold an amusement to it: though she never specified who "they" were, but she assumed the girl could guess she meant Politicians like Kenway.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Zyrias stood back and watched man the roll over and pull himself up. Once he was done cleaning himself, she pulled a tissue out of her clutch purse and dabbed at a stray wet spot on his expensive suit.

“So are you saying you can party with us?” the platinum haired criminal asked.

His hand fell into the divot of her elbow joint, and then his fingers squeezed, not too firmly but enough to broadcast his interest in her flirtation. Still, she didn’t know him well and realized there was safety in numbers - even for a girl who’d bombed a casino floor in Cantonica.

“And by the way, where I go Leffie goes tonight, right Leffie?”

Zyrias wasn’t ready to be alone with Caesar. Not yet at least. But at the same time, Lirka Ka was speaking to Lefwen. There was only so much she could control - a large gathering like this had its own ebb and flow. Either way, she knew how to get in and out of trouble if the older man turned out to be a bounty hunter or something.

She giggled when he boldly asked her why she was staring at him. “Because you seem like a powerful man. And you’re attractive. What’s your name anyway?”

[member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Lefwen Claskier"] [member="Caesar Kenway"] [member="Chikako Liona"]

 

[Lefwen Claskier]

Location: The balcony overlooking the Pektranai Arena
Wearing: X

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A multi-armed droid, each limb tipped with devilish weapons, flailed on the sand, kicking up great clouds of dust and dirt. Over it stood a Togruta mercenary, his head tails resplendent with warpaint and barbed lengths of armour. The vibroblade descended swiftly, the crowd of Geonosians and off-worlders in the lower stands roared, and Lefwen sighed as boredom gripped her once more. There had been something interesting about the initial few rounds of fighting: a pitched battle between two asymmetrically-equipped armies of droids, a duel between a pair of Twi'lek soldiers who danced and gyrated around one another until first blood was drawn; these were all intriguing novelties. However, there was only so many times you could watch sentients and non-sentients kill each other before apathy set in.

[member="Zyrias Pax"] was giggling as she spoke with the bureaucrat she had attached herself to. Lefwen had agreed to stay with her, and that she had done, but it was hard not to feel like a third-wheel. She backed another drink, noticing that she'd become accustomed to the burn... perhaps she was taking it a bit too far; it had been a long time since she'd drunk this much. The party was more muted now, with most of the guests having assembled on the balconies to view the fighting below. Most guests pointed and laughed, enjoying the novelty of it all, but the host - that ominous looking woman who Leffie had spotted earlier - was not among them. Instead, she had taken up a position in the balcony just adjacent to Lefwen. Leffie regarded the Zyri and the politician again before signalling for another drink and turning back to the arena.

"Such a waste of time, aren't they?" The voice was cold and powerful, like a Winter wind blasting through a small hamlet. Lefwen span her head to face the source, the imposing host who leaned on the railing near to her. The woman hadn't turned to face Leffie, but it was clear the message was intended for her.

"Politicians?" Lefwen stuttered. "Erm, they have their uses, I suppose. I know little of politics in this sector though," she lied. It wasn't a complete lie: she did know nothing of this man. However, it was hard to be a Claskier, even a disowned one, and not have some interest in the back and forth of sector politics. "I guess you must agree, otherwise you wouldn't have invited them, m'lady."

[member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="Caesar Kenway"] [member="Chikako Liona"]

 

[Lirka Ka]

"M'lady? Ha! No, my name is Lirka, girl."

The closest thing she tolerated in that regard was how her honor guard referred to her as Queen in their native language. The four warriors had filted out throughout the balcony: each one wielded their Glaive calm but at the ready if anyone dared to get aggressive with their Lady. Annoying enough, but good fighters, that was Lirka's opinion on them. But she didn't let herself get distracted, and returned back to the girl. So young, so amusing.

​"Politicians have power and money, that is their use: we liked to call them Majaer. But no, I referred more to how their eyes are drawn to the woman with the shiniest clothes and the most construction material injected into their body."

She let out another laugh, they were rough things. It was amusing enough to say so, considering Lirka had a disturbing amount of synth-flesh into her to replace all the missing bits and pieces that had been removed. But she held her little bits of insults towards the very people she had invited, they had power, they had money: she needed something they had, though truly it was neither their money and very little of their power.

[member="Lefwen Claskier"]

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Wearing: Black & Gold Suit, Navy Blue Plaid Pants, Boots
Wielding: Cane, Hidden Blades(Only one, on his left wrist, yet it is hidden under his suit)
Location: Party by the Balcony
Theme: The Greatest Show - Bass Boosted

He let go of [Member=Zyrias Pax]'s arm quickly, and his face seemed to dim down a bit, going duller, some colour draining from it, as he began to sober up. He took a sip of his bourbon, a bit of that colour returning to his face, like water washing into a sinking ship. He took another sip, quickly emptying the glass, he then put it down on a nearby table, and leaned on his cane a bit.

"You know, m'lady, it was quite unnecessary for you to try and dry my suit like that, it's rather cheap in the grand scheme of things, though I do appreciate the gesture. And I'm not saying I can party with you, though I am saying I can join you in talk and drink."

He looked at her for a brief moment, then listened to her statement about [Member=Lefwen Claskier], nodding along. He then waved over a waitress, and took a bourbon, sipping from it, for a moment. Just waiting to see what she'd say next. But before Zyrias could say her piece, a drunken man started to tip and tilt and stumble, before eventually falling right over near Caesar. He expertly caught the man by his arms, sitting him in a chair, then turned his attention back to Zyrias. He nodded along to what she was saying, taking note of her giggle. He took a sip of his bourbon before answering her, a bit more colour coming to his face than before.

"Now, while I can not deny I am powerful, I can not say I've been called attractive for a good thirty odd years, more specifically, with any meaning behind the word other than pointless persuasion. And my name? Viceroy Caesar Magnus-Alexander Kenway of the Confederacy and Governor of Ord Pardron, however without all of the fancy political crap, it's Lord Caesar Magnus-Alexander Kenway, though you can call me Caesar, or Magnus."

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Zyrias wasn’t a self-reflective girl. She operated more on raw, somatic need, appeasing her whims and impulses and ignoring pragmatism and utility. While this could make her seem materialistic and flighty, she made for a good companion because as an individual interested more in the id than the ego, the Chameleon could be an indulgent companion.

She was a giver when it suited her, but a taker when she needed to cut and run.

Zyri saw no reason to run right now. Not with Lord Caesar Magnus-Alexander Kenway by her side. Was she wrong that the more titles a man had, the more credits lined his bank account? It seemed to be a good rule of thumb in any case.

Glancing to Leffie, seeing her engaged in discussion with the intimidating hostess herself, the fugitive turned back towards Caesar. “So you mean the ladies you pay don’t even call you attractive?” Zyrias teased. She would be surprised if he didn’t indulge in dancers or companions to keep him company but then again, she did not know anything about him. Perhaps his taste in females ran towards a more alien species?

She put her empty champagne glass down on the head of a nearby serving droid and picked up a fresh flute of bubbly.

“I've heard much about the Confederacy, so much that I'd like to... I don't know, join up somehow. What does a Viceroy do?”

At the same time, she kept an eye on Lefwen, now her honorary wingwoman in case Lord Kenway turned creepy.


[member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Lefwen Claskier"] [member="Caesar Kenway"]