Dominion CIS Mix Tape || CIS Dominion of Har Binande

[Var Talon]

TAG: Astra Quik

A Deal's A Deal.

The last operation had taken the Echani completely out of his element. Retrieving some bum kark artifact in the middle of bum kark nowhere was not exactly Var's definition of a good time. However, the directives which came down from the Obsidian Council were not exactly the sort that could be ignored. Thus, he commissioned the assistance of an ace pilot to get the job done. She was a member of the Confederacy's own armed forces. And, as the operation was totally Obsidian in nature, she wasn't officially on the clock for her services.

Thus, Var owed her. Compensation in the form of credits had already been transferred prior to the evening's events. But, he had also promised a stiff drink and a good time for flying them outta there unscathed. As the southern systems welcomed a new world into the fold, there was no time like the present. Amidst the thunderous bass of the nightclub, the Echani waited by the bar. Per the usual, he stuck out like a sore thumb when compared to his Obsidian peers. Most wore some variation of the standard armor, or robes of some sort. Var? He had on his typical bomber jacket and a pair of jeans. Nothing fancy.

Comfort was the name of the game. But at least this would make finding him a breeze.

With his back casually leaned against the bar, the Echani's gaze swept across the nightclub - until he saw the mug he was looking for. His own shot glass was raised, paired with a smirk. "Just in time." he said, before motioning for Astra Quik to join him. "Took the liberty of picking the first round - local brew. Light." He waved his hand towards the shot glass that stood waiting.

"After this, my wallet and their menu are yours. As promised."

Not a bad deal for some under the table flying, right?

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[Titus Dorn]

D R I N K​

TAG: Tegan Farron

Inquiry.

A single word that was strong enough to make a grown man quake. For the uninitiated, that word meant a lifetime of trouble. A lifetime of uncertainty. Often the result of political bullkarkery, inquiries were when the powers that be placed an entire unit under a microscope. Every action, reaction, and decision were laid bare. Everything called into question. Why was this the case for DAUNTLESS? Because an Exarch had all but raised the middle finger to the southern systems. An Exarch who had one helluva hand in cultivating the division into what it was today.

In short, there were whispers of rebellion. Of treason. And the unit was caught smack dab in the middle of it. More often than not, such things were due to bad behavior from the top brass. Rank and file soldiers usually only had to mind their manners until the investigation was done. But for officers? Hell. Paperwork. Interviews. Being grilled day in and day out. It was enough that, when Titus was off duty, he damn near lived in the bottle.

He did his best not to bring his worries to the rest of Venom Squad. Tried to keep his stress hidden behind the visor. But they knew. And one of them, Tegan Farron, was vocal as hell about putting some distance between the inquiry and his off time. Going so far as to literally shove him into a shuttle and to ferry him off to the latest shindig being thrown for the Confederacy. Bar crawls and night clubs were not Titus' cup of tea, but he was being chaperoned by one of his finest. Tegan seemed to be a bit more familiar with the landscape. Thus, with hands stuffed into his pants' pocket, he followed the soldier into the club.

"Is all of this necessary?" he asked, though his fate was already sealed.

Ah well. What was the worst that could happen?

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[Tegan Farron]

Objective: Tainted Love
Wearing: [xXx]
Tag: | Titus Dorn |

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If there was anyone among the Venom squad who understood the deep, depraving pit that Inquiries threw a person into, it was Tegan. When all hell had broken loose for her, she had gone through her own round of such things. Not in the same context of course, but there had been legitimate questioning and concerns about what she could remember, and why she couldn't remember the things that she did - or just how true her lapse in memory really was. So she understood all too well what it did to a person, and watching Titus deal with it?

No, she had to get him the hell away from the cause.

It hadn't taken too much convincing from the blonde soldier, though perhaps that was because she hadn't really given the man much choice in the matter. Any arguing with her had been silenced with obnoxious, loud noises that were made just to drown anything said to her out. She had only had to do this once or twice before the point seemed to get across. The pair of them were going to this CIS shindig whether Titus liked it or not.

Being off the clock, and with familiar company, Tegan easily fell into the more relaxed side of her personality. She had no issues with dragging Titus off of the shuttle, and once they were well on their way to their first destination, she scoffed loudly in response to his question. "Necessary? Probably not," she answered him, and easily guided him towards the nearest place where drinks were being offered. "But answer me honestly," Tee took up a pair of the drinks and turned around to face her companion. "Would you rather be back home, sitting alone in your room, drinking by yourself?" One of the glasses was offered over to him and the blonde loft a brow. "Or out here, drinking with good company?"

 

[Titus Dorn]

TAINTED LOVE

Tegan already knew the answer.

Though the hustle and bustle of the nightclub was certainly not his aesthetic, drinking with good company certainly was. In brighter times, Titus was no stranger to passing around a bottle with his squadmates. Sometimes it would be within the hangar as soon as their latest sortie concluded. At others, they'd mingle together at a local watering hole. Titus would always dress for comfort and function, whilst the ladies of Venom would always turn heads. The Squad was its own little family, and thus the First Sarge was no stranger to giving deadly glares as they walked about.

Tonight was no different. Admittedly, it was the best sort of being out of his comfort zone. Hanging with a squadmate, getting a drink...this sure beat the dark quarters. Though he wouldn't totally admit as much out loud. Rather, as Tegan led the way and set them up with drinks, Titus did the usual. Scanning for exits. Glaring at whomever stared too long. And ultimately, he accepted the drink she offered. "If I answer wrong, will you buzz me again?" he said, beaming.

She had beeped and chirped over his protests so loudly that he damn near had no choice in the matter. Titus figured now was one such moment. So, he raised the glass to his lips, downed the shot, and signed. His gaze fell back to the blonde, and he blinked.

Now it was he who was staring.

"Of all the 'mates who could've dragged me out, I'm glad it was you." he said. But it wasn't him saying it. But it was? Just what the heck was in that shot!

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[Matthew Locke]

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TAG: John Locke​

Objective: Got your Six (BYOO)​

Spoiler: Objective

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Matt began to make it through the crowd of people that had gathered for the Festival that was in town. He wasn't that big of a party person, but he had been asked there by his older brother. Having recently gotten closer together he felt obliged to come and help his brother when it came to events such as these. Matt was taking some time off, so it should be a good time, have some drinks with his older brother, and perhaps get into at least a few shenanigans.​

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He searched the crowd for his brother, he would be a hard man to miss, the half-man stood out like a sore thumb when it came to events like this, especially with the overflow of Zeltrons that seemed to overtake the festival as soon as it had started. Thinking about it, Matt had wondered where all the people had come from, he hadn't remembered there being so many people the other night.​

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Shaking his head of the thought, he went back to focusing on looking for his brother, his eyes scanning over the crowd, pink, pink, pink, green, yellow, blue, red, pink, pink. Matt gave a sigh, and then he looked towards the walls, if he knew his brother, he knew that he would be hard stuck to the side of a building away from the crowds.​

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This is where he found his older brother, out of the way as he had waited for him, making his way over he wrapped his arms around his brother.​

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"Thought I wouldn't find you in this horde of people you piece of bantha crap. If I didn't know you, I'm not sure I would've found you by the time the festival ended."​

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Matt said this in a teasing manner letting go of his brother with a loud chuckle, the crowd of people swarming behind the pair.​

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[Vanya Aklin]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Abel Denko , Fauvel Astier

What was it that the woman felt in these moments? She couldn't decide. The Festival of Love. Vanya almost sneered at the thought. Love was a beautiful and dangerous notion- one that she had not been smitten with. Perhaps it was because she had not known what love truly was. It was not something she had experienced as a child or an adult. Adoration, desire, these were things she knew, not love. She loved her daughters, had taught them to be strong women. She had not loved their father. She loved herself because she was a visage of perfection. She had never loved another. But there was a certain level of enjoyment to be found in the evening, an atmosphere that had the irritation of previous days bleeding from her shoulders. Soft fabric brushed against inked skin as the woman moved, hips swaying with a soft sway, stride unmistakably confident.

Tonight was a taste of freedom, no longer had she an obligation to teach the next generation, to quest for knowledge, to raise children. Tonight was her own - a moment to breath - a moment to live again. Heels clicked rhythmically as she walked, dulled out by the din of conversations. She moved through the room as though pulled on a string, slow, purposeful. No one seemed to pay her mind, which was fine. When she wanted entertainment for the evening, she would find it. Coming to a standstill at the bar was when she sensed it. It was like a moth to the flame, the sonic scream of a broken will, calling to her darkest nature with its sweet melody.

Vanya watched in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar; looking at the happy couples, those love stricken smiles, those without expression. And when her eyes found him, lips pulled into a slight smile. She shifted, the small of her back coming to rest against the bar, glass of blood red wine grasped in slender fingers tipped with midnight black nails. Some might think her coy, staring at him over the rim of the glass as the liquor splashed over her tongue, to shy to approach. Those same people might not have thought him practically empty, hollow, just by looking at him. It was the subtle nuances that gave it away, the look in his eyes, the way he nursed his drink.

But she did. She saw it, sensed it. Vanya preyed on the weak, the broken, with the intent to bend them and shape them into the perfect image, her perfect image, and she sensed it in him as easily as she felt the force around her.

 

[Fauvel Astier]

Wearing: XxX.
Tagging: Abel Denko ~ Vanya Aklin ~ Open.

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Politics were an ever changing scape, unpredictable and more often than not, surprising. Politics had seen Illyria depart from the Confederacy, and as was only natural her loyalties and responsibilities demanded her attentions be returned too to her homeworld. Of course, they had never left it, but now the Young Lady had to attend to more demands and projects that had begun shaping Illyria now that it had moved into this new era of unaffiliated independence. This, however, did not mean that Fauvel would forget her time spent as a member of the Confederacy nor its Order.

Particularly, the dark lady would not easily forsake the company of one she had come to see as a mentor but, more importantly, as a close friend. She had made it a priority to maintain contact with Abel while she was away, and when the opportunity arose to come visit the young Astier did not let it go to waste. This was what had brought her to Har Binande, to a kind of party that while very familiar to the Naboo noble, was out of the ordinary in every sense for the Illyrian.

Banquets, masquerades, dinners and fancy reunions in drawing rooms or opulent gardens were what the Magnate was used to. While they could certainly be fun, they were also haunted by pressure and responsibilities, and the unforgiving predatorial gaze of the rest of the Court that hungered for any inkling of drama they could find in order to destroy their fellow nobles. This type of informal, unrestrained, and stress free celebration was quite the rarity to her.

The glowing red gaze of the Starweird offshoot did not take long to settle on the man she had been searching for, and she proceeded to make her way towards the bar to greet him. A rare smile pulled at her lips, the darkness that surrounded her forming a familiar contrast against the brightness of his own presence. "Long time no see, Abel. I have missed you." If the smile was a rarity then such an admission coming from the usually cold Lady bordered on being miraculous. However, she was happy to see a close friend and felt no need to be guarded when she was far away from the intrigues of the Illyrian Court.

There's was a faint stirring of the Darkness around her, almost much too subtle to get any reaction from the witch if it were not for her innate sensitivity to the shadowed natures of the Force. Her eyes drifted momentarily, settling on a woman not to far from them. Perhaps Abel knew her?

 

[Tegan Farron]

Objective: Tainted Love
Wearing: [xXx]
Tag: | Titus Dorn |

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Ah ha! There was a touch of that elusive Titus humor, aimed at her interruptions of his protests earlier on no less. A playful smirk lined Tegan's lips, though the expression on her face would have seemed all too serious were it not for said smirk. "You know, I just might." she told him in response, smirk never waning. Once he took the shot from her, Tee raised her own and then tossed it back without a hitch. Strange how the liquid didn't exactly burn as it went down. Maybe it was weak...

Whatever the case may be, her brow furrowed and her gaze settled back on Titus. However any apologies or complaining she could have done about the alcohol being pathetic died in her throat. Flattery hit her hard at his words, and a smile replaced her apologetic expression. "Are you?" Why did that sound so strange coming from her? It was flirtatious? "Well, I'm just glad you didn't dig your heels in too hard."

The tone of her voice had changed, laced with a little sultry edge without her consent, or without her understanding for that matter. Maybe whatever was in those shots was a lot stronger than it had tasted!

 

[Tish Cowen]

TAG: Beric Layne | Open
WEARING: X

Ga!

Why on earth did she go on these type of ventures? The paranoid Knights Obsidian had thought it wise to send some of its finest members to keep an eye on the festivities. Why did she volunteer? Hoth only knew. But she was on the backwater planet, regardless.

Festivities were running high as the Knight set foot on Har Binande. One would think that a Zeltron had gotten to the cider, the way people were going on. Raina was no prune, however.

There was Bespin Fizz in abundance.

The Dark Witch never hesitated in getting herself a fizzy drink, before turning to face the music. While sipping on the cloudy drink, she grimaced at the off-key sonatas some of her fellow Confederates were spouting. It really caught her attention tonight. She really doubted that she had ever heard something as atrocious.

Yet, the longer she sipped on her drink, the more melodious it sounded. Through a clouded haze, she was frowning in slight confusion when she caught sight of someone she least expected to see. Sauntering...no, almost staggering over to Beric Layne , she flashed a sly smile while pressing a finger to his chest.
"What brings the handsome Ice King here? Surely there are better places to be?" she teased. The little bit of presence she had left in her mind, seemingly gone. Her eyes were shining a bright violet after the slight sips she had taken.

 

[Titus Dorn]

TAINTED LOVE

Her voice sent ripples down his spine.

The Soldier blinked. Several times. As her words reached his ears, the thoughts which thundered into his mind were not the sort that a commanding officer should have for his subordinate. Not to say that Tegan wasn't excessively pretty or anything - she was. But to even notice that was a faux pas. "I couldn't resist you if I tried." The actual feth did he just say? It was like an out of body experience. The words formed and fell from his lips, but he couldn't stop them. Couldn't catch them before they leapt across the gap and into her own.

Those shots were strong. Those shots were...ah feth it.

She dragged him out here to live a little. Might as well. He stepped forward, breaching all protocol by draping a single arm around her waist. His dominant hand, yet occupied by his empty glass, motioned towards the dance floor. "Speaking of heels, how's about we move yours?" Titus didn't dance. In theory he could, but this wasn't his forte. Liquid courage...or liquid whatever the feth was raging through him at this point.

Train had left the station. Here's hoping it doesn't crash.​

Tegan Farron

 

[Abel Denko]

BAR CRAWL

For the most part, Abel was alone.

Whilst awaiting the arrival of his Apprentice, the Jedi very much kept to himself. At most, his offhand bounced upon the table slightly - moving in tune with the beat of the moment. Otherwise, he quietly nursed his beverage. He was far too...lacking in energy this evening to be of any fun to the younger crowds. No one was attempting to drag him out to the dance floor. Nor was he attempting to float beverages towards anyone in particular. He was simply aloof. Quite. Lost in thought.

That is, until he saw the gaze from over the wine glass. Piercing. Intentful. Abel resisted the urge to raise his own eyebrows when he witnessed Vanya Aklin . In a word, the woman was midnight. Down the blackened nails which coiled about the glass. She was striking. She was...Abel simply raised his hand, flagging down one of the wait staff. A simple request was given - a classic - before he returned his attention towards his slowly dwindling beverage.

In short order, the midnight woman was gifted a fresh glass of wine. One of the establishment's finest. From the blond gentleman.

Meanwhile, the Jedi's patience paid off. The noble presence of the young Starweird descended upon the booth, and Abel's face lit up like Life Day. He extended his fist in greeting, providing a brief bump before motioning for her to sit. "Long time no see indeed. You look well!" He paused, finishing off his beverage with a hearty swig. "You're not working yourself to death, are you?"

Of course she was. Such was the "curse" of nobility.​

Fauvel Astier || Vanya Aklin

 

[Tegan Farron]

Objective: Tainted Love
Tag: | Titus Dorn |

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His response almost made her giggle - almost. Seems even in her quickly intoxicated state, Tegan still had enough control over at least the more silly, girly nature that other girls seemed to possess and she just simply did not...for now. The blonde could feel the odd sensation that usually came with too much alcohol consumption wafting about her headspace, and yet it wasn't the same buzz. So strange...and yet there was no urge to resist. In fact, resistance never even crossed her mind.

"Of course you couldn't," there was a touch of arrogance in her tone, yet it was still flirtatious. "The pair of us do seem to fit together quite well." A bold statement, but one Titus seemed intent to prove. There was little more than a shift of Tee's footing when his arm set around her, and that smirk reappeared on her lips. "Case and point." She hadn't been speaking literally about them fitting together, but that seemed to work nicely as well. And considering what came out of his mouth next?

Dancing. "I think that is an excellent idea." did she though? It wasn't exactly normal by any standards, and honestly the blonde couldn't recall the last time she saw him cutting a rug. Plus, Titus was her commanding officer, and Tegan could only imagine how this could get back to the others. And yet her feet betrayed her not a second later. Her body twisted so that she could walk backwards, but still be within arm's reach for him. "Let's hope that you can keep up." that didn't exactly sound platonic spilling from her mouth, but at this point? All Tegan could do was blame the drinks.

 

[Vanya Aklin]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Abel Denko , Fauvel Astier

Attention shifted with the arrival of another, a woman. She was young and beautiful. Vanya took a moment to watch the two of them, observing their interactions; how his face lit up when he saw her, and how she looked at the stranger watching her friend. Their relationship appeared to be comfortable and friendly. It was clear to the Nightsister that they were close but it did not seem romantic. His reactions to his companion, the shift in his demeanour, the change in his expression, were interesting though. It was useful information--could be used against him, against both of them. And when her eyes came back to the younger woman, the atmosphere shifted ever so slightly, a subtle change that would have been unnoticed by most. The woman's darkness was striking against the light of his aura. How curious.

It wouldn't be the first time, the inked woman mused while finishing the blood red wine. She had broken duos before, friends, lovers, families. It was fun; breaking one with cruel and devastating torture, listening as the other screamed and begged. Maybe she would do it again... with them. The arrival of a waiter had the thoughtful expression melting from her features into a more amused one as he explained that the glass was from the from the blond gentlemen. So he had been paying attention - good. The Nightsister slide that same waiter a napkin and instructed him to deliver to the gentlemen. Still she did not move, instead choosing to sow the seeds from a distance. It was a game of cat and mouse, and she was on the prowl.

Vanya swirled the honey-coloured liquid in the glass, letting the air work through it before bringing it to her nose. It was a rich aroma, dense, flavourful. And when at last she bought the glass to her lips, she was looking at him, eyes dark and enticing, dangerous, as she made a display of accepting his gift. The waiter delivered her note, from the lady at the bar, he would say and motion to her. And when he looked he would see the words 'thank you' along with the stain of pale pink lipstick;, a delicate kiss, a perfect temptation, a prelude to what might be his.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

D R I N K I N G

Tag: Vaux Gred

As the first draft of drink hit Kiff's throat, he recoiled slightly from the unexpected fiery sensation it gave off as it went down, his eyes twinging and brow furrowing. He coughed slightly as the liquor entered his system, raising the drink to take a closer look at it when he realized that his vision was blurred. He looked around, his head swimming, when his eyes finally settled on a young woman sitting next to him, who'd just said something that was unregistered on Kiff's mind.

Besides, he wasn't focusing on the woman's words. Because up until now, Kiff had never seen something. . . no, someone as beautiful as her.

His mind automatically went into the most suave mode that it had ever been, throwing his shoulder back and setting into a swagger lean as he shifted his weight onto one shoulder on the bar. "What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" He asked, his voice uncharacteristically deep as he raised one of his eyebrows.
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[Beric Layne]

O B S E R V E

Tag: Tish Cowen
Wearing: x

Har Binande.

Another day, another Confederate expansion into a new star system that could bring potential trouble. Before the advent of the Eye's attack on Knight Obsidian bases throughout the Confederacy, the duty of ensuring integration went smoothly were responsibilities left to the average Knight-and-Squire pair; but in the aftermath, the ranks of the Knights Obsidian had been thinned so much that Beric was now being called out from Vandor and his other Lordly duties several rotations nearly every month.

And to what? Police a bar during some lust-centered festival?

The local festival seemed to have drawn in a lot of foreign visitors, even some big names in the Confederacy that Beric recognized. He personally felt out of place in the futuristic, pulsing nightclub dressed in his traditional Vandor tunic and trousers. He was only here on duty, and so the mead he held in a rather deep tanker was only one-quarter gone, the rest slightly moving around as he stood in the corner, keeping silent watch of the place in case something happened.

His thoughts were interrupted by the surprising introduction of a familiar voice: the Dark Witch, Raina Demici. She appeared as if out of the very Netherworld herself. She smiled seductively, running a single finger down his chest before speaking, asking what could've passively brought him here. "Same reason as you, no?" he raised his hand holding the tankard, gesturing to the surrounding club. "Make sure people don't fall into any. . ." her violet eyes were exceptionally bright tonight. "Trouble."

Suddenly, a small premonition in the force distracted Beric's mind, and his head turned quickly upwards from staring into Raina's eyes to scan the bar. Something felt wrong. . . not doomsday wrong, no, but definitely not good. "Did you sense that?" he asked aside to Raina as he continued to look around.
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[John Locke]

A glass of whiskey trembled, cybernetic fingers dancing over the sides of the tumbler as John felt his eyes widen slightly as Matt’s arms encircled him. The two brother’s had only recently reconnected and he wasn’t used to the show of affection just yet. Not many of his friends or colleagues were prone to displays of affection, in fact he could only think of one who would reach out like that. Well…two now.

The dark-haired cyborg reached up hesitantly, patting his brother gently on the back before he untangled himself from Matthew. The tumble came up, the crystal vessel catching the light, scattering it into rainbow danced over the crowd shifting and moving around them. Dark eyes glanced around a moment before settling on the muscular form of his brother, a small smile curling up the corner of his lips, his eyes playfully.

“Well, someone has to be the adult and keep an eye on all the kids.”

Between all the laughing and singing, the party seemed to be kicking off in a fine fashion. Knowing the rest of the Confederacy, something was going to happen, something big, something flashy. It was always the way, you could never go anywhere, a mission, a party, without some kind of twist. More and more of the reports that came across his desk on a daily basis painted that picture again and again. John wished he was immune to this trend, but he knew he wasn’t, that he was as guilty as anyone else was.

“Smart resourceful guy like you? How long do you think I could really have managed to play hide and seek with you? You always were better at finding me than I was at finding you. Besides, are you telling me that you never had to fish a target out of a crowd like this, a bounty or something?”

John hadn’t heard much about Matthew’s history, the missions he’d been on other than the tabs he’d been able to keep on his brother as he danced across the galaxy. The stories he’d heard were…shocking at the best, probably better to never tell their parents about it. That didn’t mean that John wasn’t curious himself about the stories, to hear them from the horse’s mouth.

Matthew Locke

 

[Illian Dragos]

Objective: Any really.
Tag: Anyone.

The idea of love was one that eluded Illian.

For his entire life, the only love he had experienced was a familial bond. Even when entering the Confederacy, it had been through coercion, never voluntarily. His entire experience in life had constantly had one theme: survival. And even now, he only chose to remin here in order to becaus of simplistic motives. It had never been because it was what he truly wanted, but what he had to do.

During his entire time at the festival, he felt out of place. Illian had never had the opportunity to afford such an extravegrance, such luxury. And one year into the Confederacy, the young squire felt out of place here. He had been in various social situations throughout hisl ife, but it was his first itme experiencing something like this on a grand scale. His hands feeling cold, he attempted to mask his feelings and appear comfortable. But the discerning eye would notice his feelings.

Dressed to experience, he touched his tie in an attempt to make it more comfortable. He could see so many people here. Some of the galaxy's most powerful beings, whether via the force, or through influence had assembled for their own reason. His only comfort was thathe knew one thing: there were people just like him.

Remembering his time in a certain nightclub, he chose to approach the bar. His hands grew closer as he sensed the familiar presence of Vytal Noctura . Turning towards another direction, he looked for another bar to find, and someone to talk to.

 

[G 3 M 1 N 1]

Tag: -Open​

Attire: - This​

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Gemini had, had a long series of missions to a number of worlds on behalf of the dire-wolves. The smell of blaster-gas, blood and shattered bones lingered on her sensors as she swayed into the dimply lit room. Her assistant AI had been relegated to simple tasks for the mean time, against all objections to the contrary the volatile cybernetic entity had become all but uncontrollable in recent days. Its undying spark sought limitless perfection and improvement, no effectiveness was deemed efficient enough to satiate its desire for more, leaving Gemini mystified with what to do in the mean time. So, she sat, mulling over her predicaments in the midst of what appeared to be a function held by a group of Zeltron in accordance with the CIS, people spoke, the idle chatter filling the room with a pleasantness that had been missed in Gemini's world of war.​

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Soon enough she would order herself a drink, sipping on it as her systems would process the bio-organic matter in a way that would allow her to replicate the act of eating in order to satiate phantom hunger or thirst. From what her sensors were able to gather from nearby conversations, it seemed that this gathering was focused around attempting to find a lover of some kind. Perhaps a match that would allow them to move into the future as a pair rather than alone. Loneliness was an insipid venom after all, and there was enough vast space out there in the verse to ensure that there was just enough of it for everybody.​

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The Cyborg wore a slim fitting sleeveless shirt that seemed to be padded for the elements, clinging to her pale synthetic skin. Small cracks streaked down her arms revealing the dull violet pulse of her hardware, magnified by the cracks that would also line her wrists, finger joints neck and other locations that frequently moved. The millimeter spaced vents would make her seem a little more like a marionette than a woman, whose warm eyes of amethyst fire would glimmer silently. She could read the hormones that permeated the room, such was the nature of Zeltrons after all, it seemed to be expected that an affair like this would need some form of chemical relaxant to be able to smooth over the awkward interactions that were sure to come to pass in a scenario like this. ​

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Sure enough however, it seemed that she was sitting at one of the tables that were a part of this sordid affair. As one of the patrons would begin to move to take a seat, Gemini would look surprised at first, taken aback by the presence of someone else so close to her. Letting out a audible exclamation of surprise she would seem a little meek at first, meeting the face of whomever deemed her worthy of their attention. ​

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"O-oh! Hi, I'm sorry I uh, only just got here. I must have been miles away. Uhm, Hello! How are you?"​

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Gem would almost babble frantically attempting to orient herself to the situation and failing by almost every available metric causing her to inevitably slump, a tad defeated by the surprise interaction while the flustered cyborg hoped that who-ever had given her the attention would rescue her from continuing on any further. ​

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Why was she here?​

 

[Matthew Locke]

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TAG: John Locke​

Objective: Got your Six (BYOO)​

Spoiler: Objective

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Matthew gave his brother a jab in the ribs as he chuckled and looked at the man, being the wallflower as always. Shaking his head Matt just looked at his brother with a charming smile as he turned to look into the crowd, his eyes dancing over the figures that congregated and moved through the ocean of people, some more fluently than others. In the big picture each one of them was there for their own reason, whether if it was for the festival or not, Matt always found it interesting to think about any singular part of the sea, instead of the whole congregation.​

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"They chose you to be the adult? Or did the wallflower choose to be the "adult" here? Because you are a terrible chaperone."​

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Matt gave a chuckle as his eyes flicked across the faces and figures of the people out in front of the pair. Turning his head to his brother he gave a small smile out of the corner of his mouth as he listened to his brother talking about him and his skills that he must have contracted over the years.​

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"Now you are just ruining the fun, have to point out that I would've found you anyways. Can't even tease you anymore, such a buzzkill."​

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Matt shook his head as he stood there, John was right though if he really needed to find his brother he could probably do it, might've taken him a while longer, he would've gotten it done. It made him think of a bounty he had taken on Nar Shadda when he was a little younger. All these party cities weren't his style, but it didn't mean he couldn't blend in and take out a target if he needed to. When he was younger he always imagined buying some big casino and living his old age out that way. Now, he figured that he would buy some big plot somewhere surrounded by forests and live his life out like that, in the quiet.​

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"Talking about kids, when are you gonna make some little nephews and nieces, I'm dying to be an uncle here, give me more reason to take breaks from getting shot at every week. You know mom and dad wanna live to see some kids come into the family so they can be Meme and Popop or something like that."​

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Knowing nothing of his brother's love life Matt was more messing with his brother than making a serious question about his brother having kids.​

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[Vaux Gred]

Tags: Kiff Brayde

Vaux seemed to give a look at her drink as something came over her. Her vision was blurred. What the heck? Why was.... Then she heard someone, looking over to see the person she'd sat beside. Usually, the hot-headed Mando would've slapped him for saying that, but... somehow she found him to to be the most handsome person she'd ever seen!

Vaux quickly looked, trying fix her hair a little bit. She smiled, looking over with her silvery eyes before finally speaking up. "Oh! Well I had come in for a drink, but looks like I found something a lot better than a drink." She smirked and leaned on the bar a little. "So, what's your name, nadala kebise (hot stuff)."