Chase Fashion Presents: A Charity Gala

[Damian Starchaser]

Chase Fashion presents, a Charity Gala! Damian smiled as he looked around the Green tower. It had grown on him. His friends [member="Hylocereus"] had set up the vertical farming Arcology in order to help rebuild Coruscant and feed hungry people. The tower was utterly gorgeous filled with gardens and festooned with plants of all kinds. On the roof was a number of penthouse villas complete with lawns and gardens and lawns that could only be described as swanky. No one currently lived up there save Hylo himself, although rumor had it Mara Merrill would be moving in soon with her fiance. Inside luxurious apartments made up the up the space between hydroponics farms on the upper level, however it was the lower levels that were what impressed Damian the most. Homeless shelters and soup kitchens lined the edges while indoor farms powered by grow lights kept them supplied with foodstuff.

It was all very impressive and Damian was proud to put his name to a charity at the venue. Well not his name per-say, Damian might have owned the majority of the company but other men largely ran it. The young man preferred not to be a public figure instead taking to the shadows which benefited him more in the long term given his extracurricular activities. Tonight he was happy just being another guest.

Tables of food were available and tables were set up along the side. There was music and an area cleared for dancing should people desire. For his part Damian stood by the bar for a moment looking at the gathered crowd sipping a drink. He wore his suit and had decided upon one of his companies luxury chronometers instead of the more exotic type. As he scanned the room he was looking for one person in particular [member="Rosa Gunn"], who had a charitable organization. Damian had intended to mingle a bit before cornering the woman with a sizable donation.

 

[Sal Katarn]

A cherry red sports speeder whined to a stop outside the gala. A Mirialan man in his early twenties wearing a tux exited the driver side and tossed the ignition stick to the valet.

The passenger hatch hissed open and two beautiful women stepped out, taking either of Lin’s arms. They wore tight fitting shimmer silk in bright hues and exotic patterns that either proved a superb contrast to Lin’s black tux, or clashed horribly.

The doorman couldn’t quite decide.

“Mr. Lin, I presume?”

A too-bright smile. “In the flesh.”

The girls looked at each other and giggled.

The doormen drew in a long-suffering breath and returned the smile stiffly. “Welcome, Chase thanks you for your donation.”

A very sizable donation, as it happened.

“My pleasure,” laughed Kai.

The three socialites made their way inside.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Normally Joza would have signed a check and sent a delegate. In all honesty, the Zeltron found galas boring—same fake smiles, same scripted, splintered conversations shared over some weird fancy liquor.

Tonight though, she’d elected to come and support her friend, Damian Starchaser. After it was determined that she had probably not tried to have him killed, the two rekindled a friendship started nearly a decade ago. Bringing fashion into the mix only made things better.

Joza was camped out at the bar with a martini and a plate of hors d'oeuvres she’d commandeered from a serving droid. Decked out in a lavish gown encrusted with many sparkly stones that showed plenty of skin, the Zeltron reclined against the counter and people watched while she ate.

A young green skinned man waltzed into the room with a lovely young thing on either side. Joza’s gaze swept over him and lingered for a moment as she frowned vaguely in thought. She’d forgotten her own floozies!

She almost groaned. Then she went back to people watching and eating cheese.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Lin Kai"]

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Go to the Gala, she said.

You'll network there, she said.

She hadn't the audacity to claim that it would be fun.

But then, her mother wasn't a liar. Usually. She had also been the one to cut the check. Cass had no idea for how much and she didn't care. Enough.

Cass deliberately mimicked her mother's voice in the brattiest tone possible in her head. It was slightly mollifying. Slightly. She sighed inwardly. Ascending the stairs, the red head looked impossibly bored as she stepped up to the doorman. Gloved hands moved slowly, retrieving her invitation only when she was at the door and making him wait while she did.

"Mrs. Cassandra Paige?"

Cass ground her teeth. Of course she had.

"Mrs. Paige would be my mother," she said instead, her tone silkily. "She is ever so much older, so if we were together it would be impossible to mistake us. Miss is perfectly acceptable, thank you."

The doorman just nodded, feeling like there was something he'd missed there but not being entirely sure what it was, and Cass had the smug appreciation of someone who had just gotten in a jab the other person would never even know about.

The galaxy balanced itself, just a little.

Dressed in white, hair worn loose, the redheaded woman stepped inside. She surveyed the scene, judged everyone in it at a glance, and barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

Well, waste not, want not.

And she headed toward the bar.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Lin Kai"] [member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian was enjoying the bar when he caught sight of his friend Joza. It would be rude not to say hello wouldn't it? Grabbing a second glass of high quality liquor he walked over to the woman examining the green playboy making a note to chat him up later. As he walked from the bar a pretty red headed woman walked towards it. Another potential donor to schmooze. He was good at schmoozing although he hated it with a passion.

"Joza darling," Damian said in his impression of an upscale coruscanti accent. He had practice with it and had fooled more than a few natives. Any excuse for Damian to play dress-up and talk with an accent really. "A wallflower doesn't suit you." He examined the cheese in her hand and nodded with his chin to indicate it, "Then again with your figure I don't imagine you indulge very often." True enough, he had to work out like crazy to maintain his conditioning and watch what he ate. He quirked a brow before his little smile turned into a mighty smirk. "I do appreciate you showing up," his real, or standard, voice finally made its appearance dropping the pretense of his teasing. "I find interrogating assassins to be easier and more enjoyable than hobnobbing with snobs. Not that all rich people are but..."

Suddenly he put on a nice smile and laughed as a wealthy Coruscanti property owner passed by "Yes," he said as the main aproached him, "I believe Mr. Chase is over there, but so glad you could make it." Turning back to Joza he gave her a bit of a desperate look. "It's for a good cause right?"


[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Cassandra Paige"] [member="Lin Kai"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Lin Kai"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Cassandra Paige"]

Noah hated things like this, the dressing up, the posh upper Coruscanti fethers and the like. This thought was reinforced by the fact that the only high quality clothes that he had was his dress uniform. While nine times out of ten Noah didn't care for his appearance most of the time, feeling more at home in his armor than he did in what he was currently wearing. That didn't mean his uniform was disheveled at all. In fact his uniform was impeccable. Medals and Commendations earned from his time in the Republic, Protectorate and Alliance were pinned to his chest, his rank of Colonel was displayed on both the top of his sleeves and his lapels and finally seven service stripes when down the bottom of his sleeves as well indicating twenty-one years of military service. One thing that stood out though was Noah's headwear, unlike most dress uniforms that used officer caps Noah instead wore a beret that made it known he was a member of the Alliance special forces and Omega Pyre.

Sighing as he walked up to the entrance Noah presented his invitation to the doorman who smiled and beckoned him inside. As Noah walked inside and surveyed the area he immediately regretted letting his daughter convincing him to come to this event, it was for charity yeah but still. There was nothing but upper level asses roaming around, drunk and mingling. So where did Noah go? The bar of course.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Gala's, ball's, dinner's...it was the season for such charity events and thus far Rosa had dodged them, but the Green Tower held some interest for her, its purpose aligned perfectly with that of the Foundation and with her relatively recent acquisition of Iron Chef the tower was something she could take inspiration from and perhaps try to integrate something similar in refugee settlements.

So she'd donned a dress, bickered with her husband in an attempt to make [member="Seydon Gunn"] join her, before giving it up as a waste of energy. He'd only grumble throughout. Rosa disliked the snobs as much as he did, but she was far better at concealing her distaste and holding her tongue when necessary. This was, after all what she did for a living. The cab pulled up at the entrance to the tower, a footman opened the door allowing her to slide out, smoothing her dress as she straightened up she took a breath and moved towards the entrance, handing her invitation to the doorman.

"Welcome to the Gala, Mrs Gunn. Enjoy the evening."

Rosa inclined her head in thanks before sweeping past him, her eyes trailing along tables laden with food and the dance floor beyond them where a few couples walzted contentedly. She pursed her lips, maybe she should have made him come after all. Her heels clicked along the floor as she moved with a powerful grace towards the bar. Maybe she'd find a table to settle at with a drink.

[member="Noah Corek"][member="Damian Starchaser"][member="Cassandra Paige"][member="Joza Perl"][member="Lin Kai"]

 

[Seydon of Arda]

The tux rental was honoured until the end of business hours on the 17th. The shop holo-page boasted a clean fit, with gapanagher silk, Taboon cotton, and obsidian wood buttoning whittled, oiled, and stained from one of Kashyyyk’s heralded canopy workshops. Seydon battled to make the fit work on his frame, a size under his measurements, conscious of the slight ride on his ankles. The doorman allowed him on into the Green Tower, next escorted by a concierge heat-stamped with a company brand over his cheek.

Led into a glass and steristeel hall with horticultural galleries festooned with scaffold farms. Vertical farming wasn’t a new concept but few metropolitan centres had bothered investing in ‘greener’ technology. Not when imported foodstuffs command trillions in spent credit, Seydon thought. The expense of self-sustainable production would ensure a select market. The majority of relief supplies would still be a matter of off-world delivery. Coruscant required near total continental shifts, conversion towards scaled farming on a scale unseen in any urban centre, just to feed a seventeenth of its population. Rosa hadn’t appreciated his argument. Appreciated him even less by a refusal to don something not mud-stained and join her for the evening sipping at moderately pricey wine.

Ultimately, he owed her a dance. Made the last-minute suit rental and taxi’d from the port into upper-lower-mid-downtown Coruscant. A crowd billowed across the transparent floor plates, some bodies joining for a number struck up by an in-house, cyberized band. He’d caught Rosa’s perfume, and the one-of-a-kind subtle skin and pheromonal mixture, but couldn’t make her out through the twist of black-and-white suitcoats.

Nothing for it, he thought. Seydon adjusted his tie, reached for a champagne glass from a passing orderly, and began to prowl and swagger through the hall. Clicking his heels in time with the band.

[member="Noah Corek"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Cassandra Paige"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Lin Kai"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza’s eyes rolled into the back of her skull as she imitated Damian’s put-on accent. “Damian, darling.” She drawled. “Call me a gorram wallflower again and the next one will go through your eye.” She jabbed him in the arm with the toothpick she was holding for good measure.

Dropping the posh voice, Joza gave him a toothy grin as she snagged a fresh piece of cheese from another toothpick. “A naturally high metabolism and second liver do wonders for keeping in shape.” She rolled the now empty toothpick between her fingers. “That and running from pirates.” Or running into pirates, depending on who you asked. She…kept busy.

Her lips pursed as he diverted away someone who’d come looking for him, trying not to snicker. She may be eating a plate of cheese in a risqué ball gown but Joza had manners.

“C’mon Damian, you can’t deflect every rich snob who hands you a check. Gotta network. Here, like this.” Glancing at the young redhead who’d happened to take a seat at the bar on her other side, Joza leaned back to catch her eye. “Hey,” She gave [member="Cassandra Paige"] a winning smile. “Cheese?” She offered up a fresh cube of some fancy cheese speared on a toothpick.

[member="Seydon Gunn"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Lin Kai"] [member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Of course Damians suit was bulletproof, blast, stab, fire and stab resistant. That includes toothpicks. Still Damian feigned pain giving a little "Ouch" and recalling his arm from Joza his smile not leaving his face. Alright no wallflower jokes... unless you know... he wanted to provoke her. Yup he found a button he could press. Damian watched Joza's hand as she twisted and played with the toothpick before returning straight to her.

"And a very lovely shape it is." Damian said nodding at Joza. "But pirates are easier than socialites," he managed in a whisper before Joza waved the cheese in front of another guest.

"Its really wonderful cheese, although I don't suggest filling up before the main course is delivered in the dining room." Damian took a piece of the cheese himself and dropped it into his mouth. looking at [member="Cassandra Paige"] with a smile. "Damian Starchaser," he said extending his hand, "And this beautiful lady is Joza Perl." It was the proper thing for a gentleman to announce and introduce a lady. And she's maneuvered him into this situation she might as well suffer alongside him.


[member="Lin Kai"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Seydon Gunn"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Dahlia]

Charity.

This really wasn’t Dahlia’s thing, not at all. As far as she was concerned, she liked to keep her heart dark black – just like her caf. To the crime lord, there really wasn’t much of a point to giving credits away. But, no matter her feelings… she could always put on a show for appearances.

And that’s just what she was going to do.

After all, Gemma Hentz Burton – her alter ego – was a window, and a very rich one at that. It would do her some good to get back out there and possibly make some new connections. Most of her old ones had died right alongside her husband, God rest him. After making a rather sizable donation, she’s secured an invite to the Gala tonight. And instead of doing her usual thing and picking someone up at the party, she’d called on a business associate to be her plus one.

Dressed for the occasion in a cute little frock that was a tad on the conservative side, she stood outside the building with a lit cigarette in hand. The trench coat that was set gently upon her shoulders billowed lightly in the breeze. Glancing towards the door, she spotted a sign that had “Chase Fashion” emblazoned on the front. Ah, yes… they were the ones putting on this shindig for the greater good.

Since when did fashionistas care about charity? The thought made a small smirk tug at her red lips.

[member="Cardinam"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Isabella fought to keep her composure as she added the last finishing touches to her ensemble. Tonight she was disguised as 'Maxine Layton' and Maxine was supposed to be a poised, elegant woman. Isabella fought down a giggle but couldn't suppress a grin. It was time for the fun to begin. She gathered her items and headed to the venue.

Isabella's outfit:

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She had fought through a mountain of paperwork and favours, but the SIS had finally let her go on this 'mission', if you could call it such. They had paid for her entry into the gala, gave her a fake identity and all she had to do was bully a few minor nobles into supporting the Galactic Alliance. That much she had already completed and now she could relax. She hadn't had time to absorb her surroundings, and now that she was looking around she found herself gaping at the beautiful flora. A passing Twi'lek woman smirked at her open mouth and Isabella took control of her features. 'Focus' she thought. 'You are Maxine, socialite, not the lesser bureaucrat you actually are'. A sudden realisation stuck her. "I can be anybody..." She whispered, with a sly grin on her face.

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"Yes, well you see the Layton's come from a very prestigious family" she was talking to a group of semi-drunk nobles, who were enraptured with her. "We own a great deal of mining stations on the Kalinda belt" she tried to make herself sound as insufferable as possible. "And the Layton name was just spreading to the rest of the galaxy when pesky pirates attacked, and I was forced to flee. I do hope my soldiers there give them a slap on the wrist for me." The Kalinda belt was just outside Alliance space and wasn't well known. She doubted anyone would catch her out.

She mingled a bit, nibbling on sweets and fending off suitors. She would laugh at their jokes, in such a high and nasal way that they would mutter in a horrified tone, and leave. Soon she had some time to herself and looked at the other guests. She had recognised [member="Noah Corek"] as soon as she had entered, but hadn't dared approach the man while she was undercover. Nevertheless, it was good to know the Alliance was well represented tonight. She had also prepared a dossier on [member="Damian Starchaser"], as he was heading the gala. The man was a Jedi and, alledgedly, a clone. Her source of that information wasn't particularly reliable. He was talking to [member="Joza Perl"], the half-Zeltron master of the force. She was well known to the SIS, who seemed to know everything about her, except her age. There was a bet going around HQ, the most likely being that she was an immortal who never aged. Isabella didn't want to press her luck tonight, so the mystery would have to stay unsolved.

She didn't recognise anyone else, but that was fine. She'd done her job, time to relax. She rose from her seat and went on the hunt for food.

[member="Lin Kai"] ~ [member="Cassandra Paige"] ~ [member="Rosa Gunn"] ~ [member="Seydon Gunn"] ~ [member="Dahlia"]​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Just go visit the kid, that was what Ardellian had been saying. Lily had always been there with Coren, leading the Warbirds back int heir Imperial days, and being an anchor for the group during the days between the stars. He didn’t want to deal with more Starchasers, but well, this one had been trying to find its purpose. And if Coren could direct him? Maybe that could help.

The thing was, the kid also had some skills. Running a fashion company? He saw the list, apparently there was a bit more to it than that, at least with the amount of credits being sunk into it. Maybe there was something more to it. So, that was what Starchaser was doing here. He wanted to see what this was all about. But since it was a gala, after all, he was dressed appropriately. Even his lightsaber wasn’t with him, just a hold-out under his jacket.

Stepping away from his shuttle, the Shortfin, that unique one that looked presentable. Still, he was the one who was looking completely out of place. Late, probably, but… well, he was here.

Now, food?

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Resting both forearms on the bar, wrists crossed lightly, she looked over the offerings before snapping her fingers insistently to catch the bartender's attention when he didn't come right over. Then, out of the principal of it, she made him wait another moment, her finger lofted in the air to hold him there before finally addressing him.

"I don't see Crème D'Infame, do you have it?" Her tone clearly said that she expected him to say no or ask what it was and that she would judge him for it.

"Oh, Ah, yes Ma'am."

An eyebrow lofted. A beat.

"Well? A glass."

It sent him scurrying out of sight and she sighed, turning around to settle the small of her back against the bar, one heeled shoe kicking up slightly to rest on the rail below. It was at that point that a piece of cheese was shoved (as far as she reckoned these things) into her face. She didn't even pretend to resist the wrinkling of her nose, especially when she registered that the skin of the hand holding it up at her was a zeltron.

Oh good lords. They'd let anyone into these things.

She didn't look at the other woman's face until after the snap judgement had been made, so what she was certain was this woman's best attempt at a smile did not, perhaps, have the effect it might have usually. Grey eyes cast to the young man beside her, moving up and down for a moment.

"Thank you, but no. Lactose intolerant," she lied with a smile that said she wasn't even trying to pretend that she wasn't.

He introduced them both- his name she knew (it was his gala after all) and hers was lost almost immediately, dismissed with the likes of all of those who were almost human, but not quite.

She reached out to shake his hand, more with the tips of her fingers than a full shake.

"Charmed." At least this time the lie was more convincing as she sighed inwardly and forced herself to put on her 'normal person in public' persona. "Cassandra Paige. So. How is your little gala going for you?"

That boy needed to hurry up with her drink.

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

It didn't take the empathic abilities of a Zeltron to realize that [member="Cassandra Paige"] was more than a bit xenophobic. There was tell tale signs of her eyeing Joza and the uncomfortable smile she made which was to say nothing of the unconvincing lie that she told about being lactose intolerant. Damian was a much more practiced liar, although he preferred the term actor.

As he accepted the good ladies hand he leaned forward and gave it a delicate kiss on the backside. "A pleasure," he said, although he left for whom his little secret. He'd seen the way her eyes had scanned him up and down and had seen the look before from a few choice ladies. "The gala is going well I'd say."

One of Damians hands snaked under the table to connect with Joza's leg attempting to give her knee little reassuring squeeze. The intent was to reassure his friend in the face of this.... damnit... he'd just copped a feel. Joza and her damned revealing dress. As Damians hand touched pink flesh he maintained his composure save for the blood rushing to his head causing his cheeks to flush. Maintaining eye contact with Cassandra he loosed his grip a little and said simply.

"It is for charity of course, and the proceeds from tonight will do a lot of good in the greater galaxy." Damn, she probably thought he was blushing at her. Damn [member="Joza Perl"]'s bloody revealing and inviting... no that was a Merek line of thought... dress. "And of course there is the tax write off." That was probably more Cassandra's speed.

He opened his mouth to talk about the benefits of appearing to be a benevolent CEO when he saw something unexpected. [member="Coren Starchaser"] has just walked into his event. "Sorry my uncle just walked in." Half of his adolesent life he was trying to get the mans attention, to connect with his family and this was finally the time he had it? A wave of emotion started to flood him and he made a conscious effort to suppress it. He didn't want Joza's empathetic ability picking up... damnit. His hand was still on her leg squeezing probably a bit too tightly for comfort. It didn't take empathic abilities to read that emotion. Damian released his hand from her leg stealing a glance at her eyes trying to beg her pardon with a look alone.

Taking a deep breath he stood up. Joza could take care of herself, and besides he'd be back. That's what he told himself as he spoke; "If you'll excuse me I should really greet him. I'll be right back."

Picking a piece of cheese with a toothpick he crossed the room approaching Coren, eating the cheese as he approached. It took a measure of control for him to maintain his image and cover before approaching the man. "Welcome Uncle," with a smile and embracing the man like people expected family should. Then he took a page from Joza's book and jabbed him hard in the side with a toothpick. "I tried for so long to grab your attention as a kid. I robbed Marek's casino, I stole schematics for advanced fighters from criminals looking to sell it on the open market, I broke Kana Tuden out of your prison. And you show up to a fundraiser?"

For good measure Damian prodded him again with the toothpick before leaving his embrace. "Of all the times to connect."

 

[Joza Perl]

For [member="Isabella Fonti"]’s record, Joza probably didn’t even know her own age. Not even the SIS agent she’d once been involved with could say for sure.

Joza’s smile remained wholesome and intact as the other redhead looked her over. Being a Zeltron, she was used to the looks, the upturned noses, being sneered at as if she were a starving nexu. The revealing gown of course didn’t help her case, but Joza wouldn’t be Joza if she wasn’t at least a touch inappropriate.

Speaking of inappropriate touches, she arched a brow at Damian as he gave her knee what was probably intended to be a reassuring squeeze underneath the sheer silk of her dress.

Then she refocused on [member="Cassandra Paige"] and her thinly veiled polite response. The pink woman pouted. “That’s a shame.” Locking eyes with the young socialite, she took the proffered cheese for herself, teeth lightly scraping the wood of the toothpick as the point came to rest against the dark ruby of her lips. “Enjoy your Crème D'Infame. Refresher’s just around the corner for when your dairy troubles flare up, love.” She tilted her chin in the proper direction, speaking with just enough warmth and concern that it would be considered genuine if she were speaking to a friend. If.

Slipping off the chair, Joza fought the urge to cackle as she wandered past [member="Damian Starchaser"] while he approached his Uncle and jabbed him in the hand with the toothpick for good measure.

Then she headed for the appetizer table, which was conveniently filled with more cheese.

 

[Claire Organa]

Claire extended her invitation as well as prepared to drop the cheque she had written. A charitable gala and the word fashion in the same sentence brought her out. Tonight she wore a design of her own making yes she loved the blue coloring and the fit. She was unconcerned about all the troubles that seemed to have plagued her recently and her house.

Tonight was not about that, tonight was about helping others. She smiled nodding a greeting, "Ms. Treadway welcome." Claire smiled warmly her eyes resting for a moment on the young man greeting her. "I'm pleased to be here."

She slowly walked through the doors her gaze swept the room was Jean Pierre here tonight, or Natasi, any one else that she knew from the fashion world. No Quentin either how disappointing. She nodded as a droid passed with a tray with all the skill of a practiced hand she reached out and plucked a single glass from the passing try. She had practice at such moves.

How wonderful maybe she could find a new client.

Claire joined the crowds.

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Cassandra Paige"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Isabella Fonti"] @Dahlia @Seydon Gunn [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Lin Kai"]

 

[Ereza]

The center of galactic commerce is Coruscant. That's where you'll want to go once you've paid a visit to Canto Bight. I recall reading something about a Charity Gala ... meant to make a donation from GLF Inc. but as you know I've been a might bit distracted.

Breadcrumbs to a universal network. Here, there, everywhere. Assuming this new career position included the task of sifting through the crumb detritus, but at the very least [member="Dissero"] had given her a verbal map to start with. The Gala was not the largest of crumbs nor had it been on the way to her eventual destination of Ceto, but it proved to be of curious intrigue. There would be figureheads of all sorts, to be certain, and if nothing else it would give the woman a chance to see this gleaming gem of a planet for herself.

This may not have been the best of introductions but who could really expect their first steps on the planet-wide city to be in a tower of plants?

She arrived at the height of the event, a regal golden vision spilling like molten ore into the throngs of attendees. As an unknown entity to this corporate game her healthy donation received a cordial but curious acknowledgement. Seemed CETO's reach didn't much exceed Wild Space, which was just as well considering its history. If no one here knew of them then her only task today would be to plant the seeds.

No circumstantial pun intended.

In no hurry to be anywhere, Ereza broke from the current of the crowd to wander the expansive hall and admire both the scenery of Coruscant beyond the massive bay windows as well as the greenery staged all around.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Oh, so the kid was here. That was just… so great. So great. Coren was good in a few situations, conflict, wars, smuggling, but dealing with kids? Not so much. Just ask Jared and Kaia, yeah, he was doing so well with them. Shaking his head, the pilot braced himself for what was about to happen. He ran a hand through his own hair and nodded. Right, he was going to have to deal with this.

Watching as the kid approached, he nodded. Not even going to say hi, nope. Just let it all happen. And hugging? That was new. Coren gave Damian a brief hug. “You got a ---” Frak, what was that? He looked at the kid again, a bit shocked, but not unexpected.

“Yeah, well… I was busy. And… well, the Unknown Regions helped put things into perspective. Looks like you’ve been getting your own feet on the ground too!” Another important thing for the Starchasers, learning where they stand on their own. “What sort of things does Chase off, anyhow?” Right to business, because, well, family was uncomfortable.

Unless it was flight lessons, or combat sorties. Then it was easy.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian narrowed his eyes as he looked at [member="Coren Starchaser"]. This is who he had been trying to impress as a kid? He opened his mouth to speak when Joza walked by and poked him with a toothpick. He practically bit his own tongue to deny her the satisfaction of a response before narrowing his eyes and staring at the woman. Oh he'd get her for that one.

His eyes lingered on the pink woman as she walked; they lingers a bit too long perhaps. "You really aren't good at this family thing are you?" Damian asked. Shaking his head he looked the man over. "Here at Chase Fashion we offer the most fashionable clothing, including in mens fashion. What do we offer?" He looked the man over once or twice. "Well I can make even someone as disheveled as you and fit you for a nice suit." A smile crept over his face. "Armored of course, blaster resistant, bullet proof, blast resistant, fire resistant.... and so on and so forth."

Leaning in he said, "We also make these," he showed the man his chronometer. Lifesign detector, encrypted communicator were shown off, "And of course there is other features, including defensive ones." and offensive ones, but he hardly was going to show off garrotes, sleeping gas, and probably a laser at a swanky party such as this. Too many eyes were on him. "Right now we're working on an Armored Umbrella. Won't be much, but the prototype saved my life in the field against a large whiphid sith."