Faction Coruscanti Nights

[Spencer Varanin]

//: Queen Aesthetic //:
//: Coruscant //: Jedi Temple //:
//: An Evening Out //:
Vaulkhar

Time had moved quickly as she spent time with Vaulkhar, making up for the moments they missed. Stubbornness had kept her from reaching out to him, frustration made her never want to see him, but she had finally allowed his place in her heart to overflow. In any other timeline, Spencer would have never decided to attend anything pertaining to the Jedi Order. Disturbing memories of the establishment filled her mind, never feeling as if she always belonged a stain on the Order’s former glory. Yet, Spencer felt the change in the demeanor of the light side.​

Something or someone on Coruscant had become a new beacon for the light of Ashla. The change called the Force Master, to investigate, to understand why the Jedi were fortunate enough to be blessed with the gift. It was a revolution for the Jedi, and the woman wanted to bear witness to it; if she could, she wanted to offer aid the best she could. In the end, her roots were with the Jedi, and she found her comfort in the arms of Ashla.​

Daydreaming, the Echani woman stared off in the distance, the sound of her son’s father drew her attention as she looked towards him. His constant sullen look made her smirk, “You don’t have to, but a quiet evening sounds a lot better than people having heart attacks seeing the Lord Executor.” Amber orbs stared at his now ice blue eyes, they still took her breath away. Quickly she looked away from him as she took his hand and used him to pull herself from the speeder. His question about why she wanted to bring him was expected. It seemed spending an evening with her in public wasn’t going to satisfy his curiosity.​

“I don’t need the Jedi to aid in your condition. They’re still finding their footing in this galaxy. We’re here, as former Jedi, to support them - to see the new generation.” Arm hooking into his as she leaned close to him. “A more selfish reason, probably my true reason, I missed having you at my side. I wish to take advantage of that. But you're right, you are the eye candy of the Former Eshan Queen, one that holds both my affection and my fury.” Her heart raced like a teenager, as she walked arm and arm with the man. "Lucky you." She whispered in his ear while they walked. Vaulkhar was special to her, there weren't many that were able to ignite the range of emotions as he did within the woman formerly nicknamed the Queen of Ice. Her heart warmed up to him as they spent more time together.​

As they walked and talked, she felt a familiar tug in the back of her mind. Aston was here, and she exhaled mentally preparing herself for what could be a confrontation. The pair had an understanding only they could ever have, but still, with everything she had done and his disappearance - they had a lot to explain to each other. She loved her brother; he was the only family she had and the only one that accepted her for her life choices.​

Looking up, she gave a small laugh at Vaulkhar’s comment about Tagge. “Perhaps a meeting is in order so you can make the judgment for yourself.” They were here to meet and mingle, but the former Queen would be happy to just enjoy her escort. As they entered, her eyes looked upon the faces that were entertaining and catering to each other. No one from the Compact was to be seen. “You know, I’m disappointed to not see anyone from this Echani Compact, you would have thought they would be here attempting to make friends with the Alliance. An opportunity truly missed.” ​

Spencer didn’t hide her distaste in the choices of the Compact missing this event. Even if the Compact wished not to donate to the New Jedi Order because of their loyalty to the SIlver Jedi, it seemed foolish. One knew that the large Factions only held their own interest, and as a planetary government, you needed to make as many friends as possible.​

Catching her mind mulling over her dissatisfaction, she relaxed her face and allowed it to relish in the happiness that she felt being here with the man. “Anyone, you recognize my Love?”​

 

[Ido Bastra]

// Better Off Dead //
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Regrettably, Ido hadn't been much help with the planning or setup of the gala. One would have probably expected the Pro-Jedi Senator of Coruscant to have a hand in it. However, rest had been a priority for the venerable politician for quite some time. He was still recovering from a rather had hit to his overall health. The sudden downturn in his health had come at a rather inconvenient time indeed, and the details of which had been kept under wraps for the sake of his personal privacy. Thankfully he was no longer bed-ridden, and though currently confined to a power chair for locomotion, he seemed as lively as ever.

"What a wonderful turnout," Bastra exclaimed happily as he floated towards the Chancellor, Senator of Balmorra, and the 'foreign' officials. He was wearing a suit, while nice and appropriate for the occasion, was awfully cliche of a man his age and of his class. "We can only hope the donation turnout comes to be just as impressive," while in jest, some worry did inflect through his tone. They were just one failed fundraiser away from this risking becoming a fully tax-funded endeavor. "Feels so right to see everything being pieced together again."

 

[Tyrell Paxxus]

// NEW-IMPERIAL GRAND VIZIER //
// CORSUCANT / GALACTIC CITY / JEDI TEMPLE //
// FOCUS // Emmen Tagge Adhira Chandra Custani Valcho
// Do what it takes to move through //

Tyrell's grasp matched the intensity of the Chancellor's. The firm shake was the first stepping stone of a good impression. Emmen seemed to match all of his ques. A firm handshake, confident eye-contact, good posture, and a polite yet forward method of addressing one another. Strange to think that despite the wild political and ideological differences they likely shared, the two wildly different cultures they came from, that the even the base ques and norms remained the same. Tyrell had intent to speak, but Emmen's inquiry came quicker than he had expected.

"I must say, I'm surprised you've come all this way. Have you been to Coruscant before?"
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Shit. He knew this question was going to come up eventually. It was only inevitable when talking to Coruscant residents as a 'foreigner'. Tyrell wasn't a liar, even when it would really suit him. Like right now, for instance. Navigating this issue so early in conversation wasn't exactly ideal. The Grand Vizier would have to think quickly to not out himself as a former defiler of the galaxy's heart.

"The trip was really not a problem. It's been a long time since I've seen Coruscant, and I have my own curiosities about the force, the Jedi, and such. The trip was well worth it in this case, not only to show support on behalf of the New-Imperials, but also to set eyes on this wonder again."

 

[Ryv]

// Sword of the Jedi //
// Jedi Temple // Coruscant //
// Fornicate with Women // Acquire Currency // Surfin' //
// Allyson Locke // Maynard Treicolt // Loske Treicolt
// Warchief Waddles // Zaavik Perl //

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Enjoying his momentary peace away from the crowds, Ryv waved over one of the serving staff. He plucked a non-alcoholic drink from the tray before once more leaning back against the wall. He sipped on it, still entertaining himself with the passing crowds. Truth be told, the Jedi Knight could've spent the entirety of the evening by himself, lost in the sounds of the distant city and nearby partygoers. Loske had other plans for the Jedi Knight. As if drawn to Ryv's isolation, the Jedi Ace located him in almost record time, with Maynard attached at the arm. Ryv hopped up from his chair, a smile on his face as he greeted both of them with open arms. He set the glass down and nodded along to her live narration of his recent weeks.

"I really only talked to people. You guys, alongside the allies we have in the Senate, are just as much to thank for all this. Probably more, if I'm gonna be honest with you," Ryv slipped his hands into his jacket pockets, looking past the duo to the Mandalorian, making his way closer. "These rich types just think I'm quaint, jacket, and everything. Gives me a bit of an advantage," he fell silent as Isiah greeted Maynard, Ryv's lips maintaining his signature grin. He looked between Maynard and Isaiah as the former introduced the latter. "Pleasure to meet you, man. Anyone who can get old Concord Brawn here this excited seems like someone worth meeting," Ryv reached out for the Mandalorian's forearm, his thoughts briefly wandering to the group he'd met within the Beast. It might've been a year at most, but with the quickened pace of change at large in the galaxy, it felt so long ago.

Ryv took his arm back and slipped his hand back into its corresponding jacket pocket. His amber gaze settled on Lucien almost immediately. The Kiffar wanted to wave over the Prince-in-Exile, given he hadn't seen him much after returning from the front, but he opted out of it. The sight of Lyra at his side kept the Jedi Knight at bay. Just didn't seem right poaching the lad from a lovely evening out. From elsewhere in the crowd, Allyson approached, followed by another unfamiliar face. Much like for Isaiah, Ryv kept the smile for Zaavik, though his brow noticeably furrowed from Allyson's kiss.

"Good to meet you, my guy," Ryv reached out for a knuckle bump, his hand closed into a fist. "You've got yourself what might be the only master in the New Jedi Order training you, lucky guy," he crossed his arms and looked between the now large group. "Glad to see this party brought so many folks so. Surprised at the same time, but mostly happy."

 

[Thera Mayeen]

Coruscant was a world apart from any other in the Core. He found himself here more and more often though as he fought for the plight of refugees fleeing the Sith and Bryn'adul. Today though he wasn't here to lobby on the senate steps, but he was here to potentially smooze and wine with some of the richest people in the Galaxy. The Corellian shipwright and speeder designer had rolled up in style, an old Speedster depositing him on the steps of the Jedi Temple. There was a small crowd outside of folk just hoping to catch a glimpse of some star or politician they've admired. A smattering of various species holding various protest signs were also present and sprinkled throughout. Nobody would listen to them though. The GA was doing too well right now.

The inside of the Temple was amazing beyond words. He'd never been inside one before, let alone the Coruscant temple. It was clear that they were all being funneled though as on duty Jedi and their Page Droids wandered the halls and stood by doorways, blocking entry to other sections that were either still under construction or were just off-limits for the night. The NIO were here in Force alongside the GA. Unsurprising really with their joint war against the Sith and their recent victories at Muunilinst and Mygeeto but it still made his skin crawl. Imperials...SITH Imperials, whatever they called themselves and whatever this rebellion was over, were in the JEDI temple and they weren't in cuffs and headed to the brig. It was madness.

 

[Vaulkhar]

// Lord Executor Incognito //
// Jedi Temple // Coruscant //
// An Evening Out //
// Spencer Varanin //

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"As former Jedi, hm?" Vaulkhar looked through the crowd, his practiced eye scanning through for those he expected to jump out at him from the shadows. Given their surroundings, it didn't surprise the fallen Jedi when nothing revealed itself. Still, he maintained his suspicion as they glided seamlessly through the gala. It didn't take a genius to recognize the fluid movements of a masterful warrior, especially in how easily he seemed to guide Spencer through the crowds. Not a soul brushed up against either of them as he weaved in between groups and individuals, the swift journey second nature, much like blinking or breathing. "To tell you the truth, Spencer, the last few generations of Jedi, have been nothing but disappointing. I can't say I am excited to watch the next group of foolhardy heroes lose themselves to the war, or more likely, abandon it altogether."

Though entirely pessimistic in his view, Vaulkhar couldn't stop himself from grinding his teeth together. Every step within the temple's main hall sent a bead of rage coursing through his veins, threatening to break the illusion of calm he maintained over his horrendous form. Too many memories assailed his already crumbling mind, working in tandem with the ceaseless chatter thundering about him. Most of Spencer's words missed their mark, his focus now entirely on keeping together the failing barrier meant to hide the truth of his ravenous being from a room full of people inclined towards killing him outright. His breathing slowed, his movements mirroring that as he pulled away from the crowds and took up a position away from the sea of bodies pressing against him. Vaulkhar's hand slid within his robe, tightening on the undershirt hidden beneath as he searched for something tangible to help keep everything together.

'Relax, Vaulkhar.'

The momentary intrusion caught Vaulkhar off guard, so much so he couldn't hold back the surge of warmth centered on his chest. It spread throughout his being, working from his heart, down his arms, until reaching the tips of his fingers. It rolled down his core, crawling inch by inch until every facet of his being was aglow with the might of Ashla. Vaulkhar's breathing came more relaxed, his movements fluid once more as the stiffness in his frame melted away, replaced by the looseness of body and mind.

'See? It's not impossible. Do not damn yourself because others have damned you. If you'd given up when told to the first time, you wouldn't have risen up to face our father in the first place. Maintain your composure, lean on those who love you. This is the Jedi way, Vaulkhar. This is the path you chose years ago.'

Vaulkhar released a sigh, his attention returning to Spencer after his momentary lapse of cognizance.

"Anyone, I recognize?" Vaulkhar repeated the question, his head sweeping to his right, falling upon the grouping of Jedi, making up a small gathering away from the crowds. "The one pressed against the wall is Ryv. I interacted with him briefly on Peace, during Morga's failed attempt at initiating a Grandmaster vote," he muttered the explanation, the fallen's blues meeting that of the rising Jedi's amber gaze. "The Concordian is Maynard Treicolt, the Corellian Allyson Locke, the blonde Loske Matson, and the other two are unknowns," he slid his hand behind his back, resting it against his lower back. "When I devised the surprise attack against Muunilist, I had Tavlar request the group to lead Alliance forces on each front. While I hold little faith in the Jedi, they show promise."

A shift of attention led Vaulkhar to look elsewhere in the grand hall, though each passing second saw no recognition among the gathered guests. It left him perplexed. How did he not recognize a single face? Had the galaxy moved on without him, or were those gathered merely not significant enough to warrant his attention?

"Beyond the Jedi and New Imperial Forces, I recognize no one," Vaulkhar looked to Spencer. "What about you?"

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Coruscant
Jedi Temple-Hallway-Personal Quarters

"They've left this place a mess." Aston spoke talking to himself as he walked down the steps leading towards another hallway as he was making his way towards the personal quarters of the Temple. While the last he remembered it was in this direction. He wondered if the recent renovations were going to change things up. It always took change to implement new things in the galaxy. And to enact those changes, bad things always had to happen. He strives to hope that this new reintroduction of the Jedi and this temple would bring about a new found trust in the Jedi in the galaxy.

Aston took his time as he went down the hallway. He took a peek into the first room and just chuckled as he looked around. Roomier than he last remembered. Everything in here was nicely cleaned almost as if someone was ready to move in today.

I'll be the first, Aston thought as he sat on the bed and laid down, his hands at his side as he let out a small happy sigh. It wasn't too bad, Aston closed his eyes for a brief moment and then they were disturbed by small array of giggling echoing across the hallway. "What in the world?" Aston whispered as he stood up and stuck his head outside the room. And there he saw a man and woman down the hall next to the stairs kissing and she pulled the man into one of the rooms.

"Oh dear...." Aston said as he shook his head. Well at least someone has opted to christened the temple that has yet to be complete. Aston left the room and back towards the stairs. He could hear the giggling getting louder as he walked by the room they were in. As he walked back he waved his hand slightly using the force to slide it shut, and as the door slid close. "Close the door." Aston said with a small smile on his face as he began his walk back up the steps. His next venture was going to be the best view of all.

Aston reached lever ground before breaching another set of stairs and then a familiar presence graced him as he slowed to a stop right in the middle of the steps. It was his sister Spencer, he never expected her to be here today. He hadn't seen her in years it seemed like. She lived her own life and that was something that Aston respected above all else. He loved her very much, and he would be lying if he he said he didn't want to see her. However he knew what tonight was about, it might not have been the best night for a reunion. With that being said, the night was still young. And he still had some exploring to do.

Aston took the next step and started his climb again as he made his way down the next hallway heading towards the elevator.

 

[Lucien Dooku]

Coruscant // Galactic City // Jedi Temple //
// Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt // Darth Avernus //
MOJO SO DOPE~​

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"Then Lyra, it is~" Luc replied, releasing the handshake and offering a casual, yet surprisingly coordinated half-bow. "Feel free to call me Luc, then. I'm not big on the whole titles and getting off on one's own station thing, y'know?" He echoed back. Going strictly off his intuition, it seemed as if she, much in the same vein as him, had not been present entirely of her own volition. The free alcohol and food had definitely improved the situation a bit, but nonetheless the stiffness of the evening was ever the present vibe around the room.

His roots within Serennoan nobility, and even his station as an exiled member of the royal family had done little to stifle these thoughts either. Even in the presence of one of the New Imperial Order's finest and most beautiful commanders, the ever present ambiance which was the chattering of the Core's elite sat at the cusp of his ears, reminding him ever few seconds as to just why he despised the affluent denizens of the Core for their pompous and arrogant ways.

Though his thoughts lingered this way, his gaze had no lingered away from the woman in his company. Still carrying on his expression a half-grin that radiated machiavellian intent, it was either the atmosphere or the liquor which fueled his desire to be in more appropriate company for the evening. It was no surprise that she had not remembered where the two had met before. The aforementioned red chicken-suit wearing man had made their ride awkward enough, and the burgeoning commander had yet to spread his wings by that point in his alignment with the Imperials.

That was the same day that he met the Mandalorian Trajan Fett ; the two had split off from the others, finding Sithspawn and Dark Jedi alike on their path to clear the Prism of its dark-aligned inhabitants. There weren't too many times where Luc had floated near the edge of death, but neither were there many opportunities to fight against the Sith and their Dark Jedi kin until he joined the Order. Opportunity to prove himself as more than just some exiled Prince had come and gone since then, and the Prince had risen from just a tag-along mercenary and into a full-fledged member of the Order.

Tapping at his chin, he pretended to linger on her question for just long enough to make it look somewhat natural. "Hmmm. I can faintly recall runnin' into you a few times here and there. The first time I happened to be graced by your presence was on the way to that one op on Diab 6, but both of us had our own objectives at the time, which made an introduction difficult." But not anymore, he thought. Perhaps it took a while, and surely there were plenty of interesting women who he'd met since then, but Luc never forgot a pretty face when it came along with an interesting mind.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

L O C A T I O N | The ball.
T A G S | Open, talk to me.​

These were probably the days that Lunafreya would keep in all her memory, for despite the glorious victories they had had on the planets now governed by the New Imperial Order, she enjoyed other pleasures. The pleasure of being rewarded and the pleasure of being able to obtain a coveted position, the pleasure of leading a fleet of ships manned by those capable and loyal soldiers that she appreciated so much, but what she would remember most would be that ball. It had been years since she had gone to a ball, the last time had been on her home planet, Kaikielius, when her father brought together all the Great Houses of her people and tried to reach for the stars and failed, something he probably did not forgot.​

Her former ways, were the ways of the elzeri and they were harsh on duties, but now she was free to enjoy herself and her perks as a noble female in this vast, vast galaxy. The only thing Lunafreya could complain about was the fact that she was late, she hated that because punctuality was a very strong trait that she shared with years of living with the military, but what she hated more than that was the fact that she didn't have one. appropriate chaperone to escort her to this social event. Not that she needed it, but her handmaiden’s company was almost unwanted by her in such situations and left her feeling strange.​

For despite all the glitz, glamor, flamboyant dresses, endless shoes, tiaras, fancy swords and loyal pets, she couldn't help feeling empty. And one of the times, if not the last, that she spoke to her sister Ashelia, Lunafreya remembered that she had asked her, what was the use of being on top of the world, looking down and all that vastness but having no one to be with her? side to share this? And if there was one thing that made her have a simple desire to go out in a killing spree, it was getting close to the idea that her sister might be right.​

'Not tonight, dear little sister, you won't ruin this for me as well.', She exclaimed to herself as she walked in her elegant formal dress covered by an even more elegant mantle of gold and silver threads, studded with gems tiny and by white fur of some exotic dead animal. She stopped at the huge entrance doors of the hall with her right hand resting on her waist, letting the sharp violet eyes run across the area, absorbing the shape of each face and letting the scents of each strange and familiar race fill her nostrils, making her curl the left corner of your mouth in a smile and allowing yourself to enter the place.​

Dismissing the company of Jellica, her handmaiden, to fetch a bowl of something for her to drink, while she just glided around the room, gliding like butter across the room and stopping at some point to look for something to observe. That planet had a feeling so uncanny of mixed energies that simply made her feel at home, for before her very eyes the darkness and the light merged in that room in true perfection. She only hoped that her foolish brother Larsa could have been there, to paint the occasion for her to hang inside her private chamber. ​

"Beauty can be such a pain.", she hummed to herself in a lone tone of voice, as her fingers wrapped around the weak crystal glass filled with ambrostine that her servant brought to her, gently taking the cup to her lips painted with golden lipstick and taking a sip, letting the bitter-sweet liquid go down your throat, sighing and muttering with pride. "Perfect."

 

[Adhira Chandra]

Coruscant // Galactic City // Jedi Temple
Great Hall
Emmen Tagge // Tyrell Paxxus // Ryv // Custani Valcho

Adhira smiled again at Emmen as if to say 'you're on your own, pal' before politely excusing herself to a crystal podium at the head of the dais that overlooked the event. She cleared her throat into the microphone to gather initial attention to herself before picking up a golden instrument and strumming it several times against her glass stemware. The ringing, while rather pleasant, did call the attention of the entire Great Hall to her and she beamed proudly at the sea of dignitaries. The string instruments stopped playing and slowly, but surely the murmur of the crowd died away enough for her to speak.​

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"Your Majesties, Excellencies, Ladies, Lords, and fellow citizens of the Galactic Alliance," she drew a raspy breath, "it is my great honor to welcome you all to this historic event. Many of you have traveled across the galaxy to behold the magnificence of this ancient temple and to pay tribute to the orders past who have dedicated their lives to serve the betterment of all. I am of course speaking of the Jedi Order."​

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Adhira led the crowd in a brief symbolic round of applause for all the Jedi who might be in attendance, but in particular, she nodded in the direction of Ryv who would speak soon after herself.​

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"Following our successful assimilation of Metellos, the Galactic Alliance renewed our commitment to the Jedi and tonight's fundraiser, in an effort to replenish the Jedi Archives, is a perfect symbol of this newly formed trust. The members of this New Jedi Order are not distant monks in their high towers, they live and work among us as fellow citizens devoted to the common goal of freedom, democracy, and peace."​

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"So, on behalf of the Galactic Senate, I want to thank you all for coming to show your symbolic and monetary support for the rebuilding of this magnificent temple. And without further adieu, allow me to introduce the architect of this grand, new partnership, His Excellency, Emmen Tagge, Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance."​

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Adhira stepped aside from the podium, joining the crowd in roaring applause for Emmen Tagge as he made his way to the microphone. In lockstep with the Chancellor, a cluster of Senate Guards promptly stepped forward to form an intimidating perimeter around the podium.​

 

[Mina Praji]

Coruscant ll Jedi Temple ll Grand Hall
Assist the Chancellor
Emmen Tagge ll Adhira Chandra ll Others

Always close to Emmen's side, Mina in her form-fitting black dress was little more than a fixture of the landscape. In her left hand, she held a glass of dark-colored liquid from which she took a sip every few moments, meanwhile, in her right hand she held close her heart a datapad. On either side, the blond woman was constantly flanked by two tall human men in the azure blue colors and plumes of the Senate Guard, yet no matter where Emmen ended up in the room she was never far away. The icy blue eyes regularly scanned the room and its guests, noting the approach of controversial figures such as Tyrell Praxus and Custani Valcho, yet all the while she remained a silent sentry.

When Adhira Chandra, one of the Galactic Alliance Senators and Co-Chairs of the event stepped up to the podium, the woman elegantly handed her - now empty- glass off to an attendant and tapped a few places on her datapad. All around the room, Senate Guards seemed to shore up the perimeter of the Temple. A squadron of guards who acted as the Chancellor's personal escort also appeared to accompany Emmen Tagge to make his speech.

Mina stepped forward between the transition of Adhira leaving the podium and Emmen approaching to bring the Chancellor's speech upon the data screen of the lectern before returning to her place far behind him, flanked on either side by guards.

 

[Emmen Tagge]

Coruscant // Galactic City // Jedi Temple
Great Hall
Celebrate & Carouse
Adhira Chandra Tyrell Paxxus Ido Bastra Custani Valcho ​

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Emmen offers a feigned smile to the Grand Vizier's answer. He was smart enough to read between the lines of the answer, but silently agreed with Tyrell's decision to leave the words unsaid. It would do neither of them any good to resurface the past. Despite his concerns and reservations, the Chancellor thought it best to view the New Imperial Order as an opportunity for redemption for those who lacked a choice in the chains of the Sith.

"Well, I am glad to hear it's lived up to it's reputation," he begins to absently look around the grand hall, "as I'm sure you're aware, a great deal of work has gone into restoring the Great Temple to be as accurate to the original as possible. We've even imported some of the materials from Tython. There is still much more we can do, hence the idea of raising some public donations."

From the corner of his eyes, Emmen catches an unfamiliar figure dressed in white robes approaching their group. With the news of escalating violence in the systems surrounding the Confederacy's capital, the presence of a Viceroy on the Queen of the Core comes as a surprise. The Chancellor barely stifles a snicker at the Senator's jest, but his eyes still light up with amusement. If there was one absolute fact he'd learned since working with the fierce Balmorran, it was that she had a way with words. In this case, however, she said what he could not.

"Viceroy, how unexpected," he glances to the Grand Vizier, an unspoken apology for the interruption, "Mechis III, you say? Your droid forges must be quite busy, what with everything going on. The Core has it's own struggles, ones that we as a people must prioritize, but I'm not blind to the greater issues plaguing the Galaxy as a whole."

The arrival of the Coruscanti representative then steals Emmen's attention again, and he looks down to the dapper and comfortably seated man with a welcomiing smile on his face, "A wonderful turnout indeed, Senator Bastra. Glad you could make it, and you've brought the best seat in the temple! Unfortunately, while rebuilding the place we've opted to keep the smoothed stones they call chairs here."

He laughs, hoping the joke is well received and not taken as an insult, then rests a hand on Ido's shoulder, holding out his drink in cheers to the Senator's final statement, "You are quite right, my friend. We know the pieces fit. So slowly, but steadily, we will put them back together again."

Removing his hand, Emmen's eyes return to the Viceroy.

"So please, make careful choices in the future."​

The Chancellor's demeanor shifts to become less friendly after Custani utters what he can only assume to be a poorly veiled threat. With his expression now more stoic and posture more rigid, he takes a sip of his drink as he waits for the Viceroy to finish speaking. When he does, Emmen is quick to interject before another is able.

"Might I remind you, Viceroy, that the Alliance has already, and very publicly, made a choice as to how we'll deal with Confederacy First. Our trade with Concordia is unaffected, and with the development of the Starbird Trade Spine in full swing we will soon have options that avoid any need to deal with such complications," he shrugs, "but, we will hope that the voice of your people is, in fact, heard."

Adhira Chandra's voice projected from the speakers prompts the Chancellor to politely cut the conversations being had to turn his focus to the dais. Spotting several of his own Chancellor's Guard among the Senate Guards and knowing he was soon to be called upon, Emmen quietly bids farewell to the small group and maneuvers his way out from the crowd.

Drink in hand, Emmen steps up next to Adhira as she introduces him to the guests. He waves with his free hand as a small applause and quiet cheer fills the silence between their swap on the stage, but he mouths a word of thanks to the Senator when they pass eachother.

He takes a final sip of his drink as the last of the cheer fades and sets the empty flute on the podium infront of him. As he speaks up, his joyous tone is carried throughout the hall, "Thank you, thank you! I know that, by now, I must be known for my long speeches -- but I will be keeping this one short in the interest of celebration. Dear friends, colleagues, allies and citizens of our great Federation, we all appreciate your contributions and I personally thank you for coming here to celebrate this momentous occasion: the official inauguration of the New Jedi Order into the Galactic Alliance. Today we celebrate another step forward, together. We reignite a flame the One Sith had hoped to quench. In defiance to their intent, the Alliance and Jedi now stand side-by-side, united now more than ever before."

Although it's empty, Emmen plucks his glass to raise it and, loosely quoting the Revised Jedi Code, toasts to the multitude of Jedi present in the audience, "to the guardian of Peace in the Galaxy."

With nothing more than a simple thanks, he turns to walk off the stage.

Spoiler: Tags for Speech

Aston Jacobs
FN-999
Allyson Locke
Ryv
Warchief Waddles
Raona Cadera
Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
Lucien Dooku
Jecht Thrash
Sebastian Santelli
Runi Verin
Ria Misrani
Lunafreya Solidor
Lon Vondon
Zaavik Perl

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Coruscant // Jedi Temple // Main Hall
Warchief Waddles // Maynard Treicolt // Ryv // Allyson Locke // Zaavik Perl ​

After a small token of Thanks was exchanged for the amber drink, Loske took a sip. The Meranzane was the kind of liquor that pulled your cheeks with each sip. It timed perfectly with her shrug in lieu of an audible response to the challenge comment. It was a pungent beast, and not something she could schluck down rapidly. She’d probably be nursing this one glass for a while, given her lack of fortitude in the vice realm. Ended up being better for the wallet this way.

Humble as ever, Ryv denied anything but initiating and having conversation. finding the right words to represent was effort enough, and beyond the original frustration of just being the guy with the lightsaber. Evolution, baby. She gave an eye roll and shake of her head with a low, goading c’monnn. Maynard backed her up without hesitation, and the three fell into a typical rhythm pretty quickly from there. Any further conversation was stunted with the interjection that uhm, for lack of a better term, muscled in.

The spectacle of salutations kicked off almost immediately when someone introduced themselves to the trio. Quickly, Maynard took control of the situation and declared everyone’s most notables after posturing and admitting his rationale for sticking around. All the while, Loske stopped mid-sip and slicked a coy grin across her mouth. When his arm snaked around her, she reciprocated and leaned in. Despite the obviousness of their pairing, they hadn’t really had to meet anyone new, or..in this sort of context that would require any sort of explanation or titling before now. Her smile widened, and ears revelled in the broadcast.

“Hell-o Isaiah Priest,” she extended a hand in his direction, following shortly the fist bump from the other Kiffar. Two Concordians and two Kiffar — was there a joke here somewhere? They should walk into a bar. “I’m really wanting to make some sort of corn joke here, but not sure you all have the ears for it. Ope, there we go. Maize well.”

Before things got too out of hand, she reached forward to create a brief pause — face aglow with intrigue: “but also - Hold up, hold up, what’s this invisible bastard business?”

Allyson joined the group, with a curly-haired youth. A Padawan, like her! She wouldn’t be alone in the ranks anymore. Hoorah. The brunette looked eager to join, and greeted Ryv with the mirth Loske would have expected after the massive admittance beneath their X-Wings. But it was almost shunted, and Loske’s defensive girl senses tingled. She hm’d softly to herself, and raised her drink in salutations to the newcomers, cocking her head at her friend with a quizzical expression as if to ask When did you —- but instead said something entirely different out loud “Welcome to the group, Zaavik. Wait, is this the lesson on balance right now?”

Before anything else could happen, speeches began with Adhira Chandra ’s opening address. “Are we the excellencies of that?” Loske murmured in a hushed whisper, probably only loud enough for their immediate group to overhear. It was bolstering to hear once again The Alliance’s commitment to their group. Although the New Jedi Order was growing, it still felt specially attributed to the cluster that had gathered against the wall. The sounds of applause and revelries invoked a clap from her too, to join in. So, she did so and balanced the drink with the gesture. Even if it felt a little self indulgent. The Guardians of Peace had a nice ring to it.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Clasping the hand of his Concordian brother, Isaiah couldn’t hold back the smile that sprang to his face. He never imagined he’d see Maynard again, the two had been inseparable as kids even up till their time in the Jedi order when they both left. On the schoolyard playgrounds, they were the two loudest and obnoxious kids. Always playing, always joking. Running through the fields of Concordia. The trees bearing sweet, succulent fruits that they’d eat and share. The sweet memories of the past, something Isaiah hadn’t felt in so long. True friendship.

Clapping the other on the back twice, Isaiah released him and turned to the others that had been accompanying them as his old acquaintance gave out introductions. While listening, Isaiah’s eyes took in the other two individuals. Back during his times, those who had ended up becoming knights were so much younger, and those in charge were the masters. To see such a group of at ease Jedi knights running the order was enough to make the exiles head spin.

The one that was supposedly the Sword of the Jedi, so young. His way of speech, his mannerisms, that moreso of a scoundrel than a Jedi. To say the experience was surreal would have been an understatement.

Seizing the Sword’s forearm and giving them a firm grasp, Isaiah released them, offering a roguish grin. “Naaaah, anything can get this man that excited. Just get a few shots of Tihar into him! But to hear him speak so highly of you two, I must it is a pleasure to meet you both.”

Attention drawn to Loske, Isaiah also began to realize just how much more social these Jedi were in comparison to those he’d once known. Not too long ago the Jedi he’d dealt with had been more personal, sticking to their internal cliques. The Jedi of the Alliance seemed accepting to all.

“Well, you see this cheeky bastard vanished on me without giving even a single goodbye! Left me with a group of idiots is what he did and never reached back out. No harm done though, I’m just as guilty of doing the same.”

No sooner than him having finished the tale, yet another two Jedi joined the group. As the deathsticks influence began to retreat, the sheer overpowering presence of light began to fully seep into Isaiah’s being. Such luminance beings that had all gathered in one place. Beacons of the force that offered solace, protection, salvation. Something he could've been. He didn’t belong here now. “It is a pleasure to meet you Allyson, but I think it’s about time I see myself to the buffet and leave you all to your Jedi business.”

Beginning to turn from the group, Isaiah caught himself. Those peridot eyes locking onto Ryv. “I’m going to be in town awhile dealing with affairs for a Dawnstar, so I’ll be seeing you around. Oh and do get some better guards, if they let a person like me in, Force only knows what sort of bastards could get in.” With that and a mock salute, Isaiah moved off blending once more into the crowd while the Chancellor of the gave their speech.

Allyson Locke | Loske Treicolt | Maynard Treicolt | Ryv | Zaavik Perl

 

[Bastard]

// Nephilim //
// Jedi Temple // Coruscant //
// An Evening Out //
// Open to Imperial Knights or Bernard //

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In a different time and place, the gala would've been a welcome evening for Errant. As the former Crowned Prince of Eshan, Spencer Varanin's only relevant child partook in hundreds of events similar to the Coruscanti affair, though not quite at the same scale, nor for the same reasons. In his youth, he found them dull, losing time he could've spent training beside his father after the missing man's return. Still, as much as Errant disliked them in his earlier years, he found them far more exciting the older he became. The idea of rubbing elbows with others of significant influence in the galaxy provided him the opportunity to create alliances meant to eventually better Eshan. Unfortunately, the chance never came. When Spencer abdicated the throne after his father's disappearance, Errant departed their homeworld and followed the Force Master out into the galaxy. It wasn't until she chose to once more settle down did the now-Imperial Knight learn of the New Imperial Order's presence and war with the Sith Empire.

Following in his father's footsteps, Errant took up his weapon for a cause greater than himself. The Echani joined the New Imperial Force Corps to slaughter the corrupt dark siders. He sought to meet the Sith on the field of battle, surrounded on all sides by the chaos of war, whilst wading through the corpses of his father's most hated enemy. Such machinations saw Errant to Mygeeto, where he engaged the Sith-Imperial forces for nearly a month in near-constant skirmishes each day. If it wasn't for the High Knight Marshal herself, the young Knight likely would've petitioned her to travel to Muunilist beside the Sovereign-Imperator in hopes of encountering the Dark Lord of the Sith himself, Darth Carnifex. Fate decided differently, his commanding officers sending the young man off to Alashan to explore an unearthed city. Rather than cut down his craven foe, he traversed this forgotten cityscape in pursuit of ancient technologies and 'workplace' bonding, as the Chiss woman put it.

Errant Varanin stepped up to the threshold of the Jedi Temple, his golden gaze rolling over the crowds before him. His lightsaber hung at his belt, not exactly out of place, given the surroundings. The young Knight's weapon caught the attention of one of the numerous guards at the entryway, this particular individual holding up a hand to stop Errant's passage.

"I'm going to need to see some identification," the guard stated, a handheld out in wait.

"Hmm, of course, I'm sorry about that," Errant stepped to the side, dragging the guard's attention with him. He dug around in his coat pocket for a moment before withdrawing his hand. It passed across the guard's face, the force coming to the Knight's call. "You have seen my identification and have approved my entry."

"I have seen your identification," the guard began, his vision hazy and words somewhat slowed. "And have approved your entry," he motioned towards the entrance once more. "Welcome to the gala, sir."

"Very well," Errant dipped his head in passing, his quiet steps carrying the Imperial Knight across the threshold and into the party proper. While he always favored his father's teachings given the more combat-oriented nature, the young Echani couldn't argue the results of his mother's lessons. In his seventeen years of life, he hadn't met another mentalist on the level of Spencer Varanin. She'd told him stories of the ages past she'd walked, exploring as if born within them. Errant knew his way around some mind tricks, but nothing in comparison to what she's accomplished. Perhaps in time, he'd pursue such studies further. Until then, he had a war to fight and plenty of other skills to master to ensure his success.

Speaking of the former Queen, Errant caught a fleeting glimpse of the woman as an unfamiliar individual led her through the crowd. The Imperial narrowed his eyes and moved to follow, dancing through the crowd after the duo.

 

[LT-137]

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Core Worlds // Coruscant // Jedi Temple.
Outfit // Device One // Cylinder One // Bodyglove and Biosuit.
Open To Interactions...​

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The atmosphere was laden with the scent of spiced liquor, wicked perspiration from hundreds of star systems, and the palpable stench of wealth. However, something all too familiar lingered at the edge of the Thyrsian's senses, something that seemed barely noticeable beneath the Core Region's Elite's prancing feet. He could smell the faint echoes of spilled vitae that stained the weathered stone steps arrayed before him. Although the pools of aqueous blood were long scoured from the stone, the deadly intent seeped into the Temple's very foundations. It was staining the stairs forevermore with the subtle, nearly imperceptible scent of death, of lives taken long before their natural end. It was enticing, in a way, but rapidly grew stale as soon as the man disembarked from his private transport.

Khonsu would be forced to suffer through many things before the evening was out. The cloying scent of blood was the first, whilst the other was the Outfit that adorned his muscular frame. The man elected not to wear his traditional garments, as this was a special occasion. His usual coverings, which were woven by the Clans of Thyrsus, were replaced by something marginally more grandiose - at least by his people's nebulous standards. Almost everything from the neck down was covered by treated wyrm-skin, which in turn was overlaid by dyed-silken textiles and hardened bantha leather. There were symbols of the Twinned Suns acid-etched into the pieces of his Outfit that were composed of treated hide -which stood out alongside the dozens of decorative beads made from polished and dyed bone.

However, while the Outfit seemed innocent on the surface - there lurked something sinister beneath the hardened wyrm-skin. Khonsu's armoured bodyglove was fitted snugly to his muscular frame and whispered invitingly as the man began to ascend the stone-carved stairs towards the distant party. While the bodyglove wouldn't protect him as much as his full gilded regalia, it would be enough to safeguard the Warlord's life, or catapult him into battle, should the occasion present itself. He wore a strange device around his wrist, that was heavy, and reminded many who glanced upon it to be nothing more than a personal terminal. But, the truth was far from innocent.

To complete his Outfit there was a small, cylindrical tube fitted into his leather pauldron - seemingly acting as structural support to the hide-bound piece. Should it ever be removed for any reason, the Thyrsian would find himself wielding a ceremonial part of his Planet's long, blood-stained history.

As the Thrysian crested the final stair, his dark eyes swept across the ever-growing gathering before him. There were several faces of note that lingered in the distance, with several more who the man never had the pleasure of meeting. He knew them by reputation, and whatever information could be found on the HoloNet. Key amongst them was the Chancellor of the reconstituted Galactic Alliance himself. While it was unlikely they would ever meet face to face, Khonsu was more than pleased to see that distant, elderly man pressing the flesh with the Core Region's Elite. Several Senators seemingly orbited around the man - likely seeking his attention and support or attempting to curry favours in their future endeavours. Some, the Warlord recognized. Senator Ido being one of them. His Repulsorchair made him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the more… youthful of his compatriots.

From there, the Thyrsian recognized Otto Shule - CEO of the Republic Engineering Corporation - and the Representative from Thyrsus, who clung to that man's arm. While they had never officially met, Khonsu was fond of her father and was saddened when the man left the Sun Guard's rank and file to help restore his Clan. However, such a departure was expected, and many of the Sunborn within his organization followed suit. They spent the majority of their lives away from home; it was only natural that once their distant world of Thyrsus was reclaimed, that their fight was done. Khonsu smiled as their eyes connected for the briefest of seconds, but that expression soon faded as the man slowly approached the rebuilt statues depicting the Four Ancient Masters.

When the man reached those towering memorials, Khonsu was intercepted by several uniformed Officers. Some were bearing the sigil of the reformed Defence Force, and others bore the markings of the Alliance Marshals. Security was tight - but that wasn't expected. They did have some of the most important figures within the Alliance's Government gathered beneath a single roof this evening. He wouldn't be surprised if the airspace above the Temple were heavily regulated with combat patrols, and only a single approach vector was cleared for the guests to arrive. As if on cue, a Gunship soared overhead with its floodlights bathing the Temple's exterior - routinely sweeping for any unwanted guests.

"Sir," one of the Uniformed Officers said, pulling Khonsu's attention back to the events unfolding before him. "I need your IdentChip, Invitation, and to produce any weapons you may have on your person."

Khonsu complied. He presented both his IdentChip alongside the Invitation that summoned him from Thyrsus. While his reputation likely preceded him, the Warlord was often seen encased within his armour. Many residents of the known universe hadn't seen his face before - as the man elected to wear some covering that shrouded his facial features. There was a time that he was worried that his modifications would expose his dealing with the Sith, and subsequently destroy the fragile web that bound the Sun Guard warbands together. However, as the xenografted flesh fully healed and bonded with his own, the Warlord discovered several substances that - when applied - made his skin look and feel natural. Some devices were placed over his retinas that blended in with his eyes - making them seem unaltered.

So, without a worry of discovery slipping into his thoughts, Khonsu left his smile return as the Officers proceeded with their routine. He was searched for weapons twice, with the first being far more invasive than the last. As the scanner chirped negatively, the Warlord recovered his wrist-bound device and several items that weren't worthy of note. He brought a datapad with him that was tucked into the interior of his hardened leather kama and allowed the guards to peruse it's contents - even permitting them to open several of the model's hidden compartments. No contraband would be found. While the Thyrsian peddled in narcotics, thanks to his connections to the Thyrsian Black Market, it would've been foolish to try and smuggle them into this event; especially with security being so tight.

"Alright," the Officer, who held the scanner, said. "You're cleared to proceed. Enjoy the evening, Mister Amon."

Khonsu kept his smile and offered a curt bow to the Officers. While it was an unfortunate necessity in this day and age, he wondered why people so reportedly powerful needed to establish security checkpoints. If the Temple were attacked in any way, inevitably, the people within would retreat into the proverbial fortress and allow these vaunted Sabre-jockey's to fly to the rescue. However, such trivial means of hostility were often negated. Hundreds of warships likely patrolled the heavens above Coruscant, from the tiniest of Custom Corvettes to the largest Battleships. Adding in the myriad of networked defence orbitals, and thousands of personnel forming the Planetary Garrison - it would've been foolish for anyone to stage a small scale assault on the Alliance's Capitol.

That being said; however, that didn't stop people from trying—especially the more seedy aspects of Coruscant's Underworld. Thanks in part to his connections, there were rumours of something big happening on the Capitol World. Sadly, that's all the details he could squeeze out of his informants - as they knew little else. He knew that something big could've been a Grand Heist transpiring somewhere below the Planet's surface. Nevertheless, it was enough to warrant some measure of protection, especially since it would've been… controversial of him to arrive fully adorned in his aureate panoply. However, the stench of old blood would've likely blended in with his surroundings - making him feel at home. But, that would be an experience for another lifetime or another tumultuous moment in history.

Now within the boundaries of the Gala proper, Khonsu began to move towards the Bar - looking to garner refreshments to keep his fingers from twitching.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Coruscant
Jedi Temple-Council Chambers

Now this was a scene. Aston thought as he entered the council chambers and stared around at the entirety of the room. The chairs for the council members had yet to be set. That didn't stop him from using his imagination and seeing the seats adorned their as they were many years ago. Aston had only been in the council chambers a few times and he was always happy to come up here. More than anything he enjoyed the view. Sure, speaking with the Masters of the council was an important thing too. Aston stood almost a foot away from the glass pane as he stared out across Coruscant. The city really looked beautiful at night. Granted there was probably some crazy crime going down right now, however it still looked nice.

He absentmindedly rose his hand to his lips as if he had a glass in his hand until about halfway he realized that he didn't. "Blast, I knew I was forgetting something." Aston turned around just as he did, another two individuals had entered the council chamber room and were invovled in the same sort of fiasco as the couple downstairs in the personal quarters. "Are you kidding me?!" Aston declared. "Allya help me, sheesh. You could've gone down to the personal quarters at least." Aston shook his head as he moved past the duo and made his way into the elevator, taking it down a few floors before descending the rest of the way by steps. Grumbling the whole way down the flights of stairs.

"At least some people are having night to remember." Aston began as he reached ground floor and made his way back to grand hall. He arrived just in time to hear Emmen Tagge give his speech at which he thoroughly enjoyed it. It was nice to see the Senate backing the foundation of a newly formed Jedi Order as well as a constructed Temple. After he finished he clapped along with everyone else showing a smile while doing so. Aston reached for a glass as a drink tender passed by. Aston raised the glass to his lips and took a small drink. His eyes then were set upon Spencer Varanin and Vaulkhar as he looked on from his location.

Spencer! Aston exclaimed mentally as he took another drink. She looked more beautfiul than ever, however he wasn't too sure who she was in the company of. The bearded man slowly made his way through the crowd, unaware that he was in for a interesting reunion And was also going to meet a new nephew. This is the kind of thing that happens when you don't keep in touch. Aston chuckled lightly as he made a point to have at least monthly if not weekly visits with his sister.

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

“I’m really wanting to make some sort of corn joke here, but not sure you all have the ears for it. Ope, there we go. Maize well.”

There she goes again. Maynard not helping but force out a laugh to the punny remark. As much as he claimed he loathed it, it might've been one of Blue's more endearing quirks, not that Maynard could single out a facet of her he didn't like. Or the very least, grew from a roll of the eyes to a bright endearment to the Concordian.

"In all fairness I think Isaiah's been hittin' a lot more than corn." Maynard says, smacking the shoulder of the Mandalorian. Suppose it showed a difference in the regime sported by a Mandalorian warrior and a Jedi Knight, even if Maynard retained the foundation of muscle that came from his rural upbringing and later military and jedi conditioning to form a tough physique all himself.

“Well, you see this cheeky bastard vanished on me without giving even a single goodbye! Left me with a group of idiots is what he did and never reached back out. No harm done though, I’m just as guilty of doing the same.”

"Yeah...yeah that was all my bad but hell, it was a weird time. Can't imagine you felt much different. But hey, its all the past. We got a hell of a set up now, man. It's good to see you among the living and in some kinda civilization." Maynard stated candidly to the Mandalorian.

That brief glimpse of a gesture offered up by Ryv at the closeness of Allyson drew a narrowed gaze himself that lived in his eyes only briefly before his attention shifted to the Zeltron. It wasn't all too often those faint mannerisms escaped him, he'd gathered a close and honed perception through his time as a spacer and now as a Jedi Knight and military officer.

"Good to meet you, Zaavik. Allyson is a hell of a Shadow, so you're in good hands. Helped out me and the boys a ton on Muunilinst." A point he had to make even if he let the topic of the recent campaign fade with a brief glance in the direction of Loske. He hoped she wasn't still wracked with the guilt of her being forced to leave him behind after her near death, leaving him to fight through to the battle's conclusion. Alone.

“Are we the excellencies of that?”

Listening through the speeches of the politicians he found himself idly easing himself against Loske just as she muttered her question to the group around them, drawing a faint laugh from himelf before he responded in hopes of reverberating more of that drunken light hearted sentiment among the group. Even if the occasion was bright there was always an underlying pit of angst surrounding this crowd, not that he had much ground to stand on.

"Well I mean it'd be a helluva slight if we were just the 'fellow citizens'." Maynard remarks, hefting his glass with the toast to their very order before he drowned himself in the remaining sip of the amber liquor.

Loske Treicolt | Ryv | Allyson Locke | Warchief Waddles | Zaavik Perl

 

[Rurik Fel]

It'd been a long time coming since Wymar was due to return to the Core. It was his long time home in-exile after he'd been expelled from Serenno, marooned for his then newfound adherence to the Jedi Code in what was an act of insurmountable rebellion among an aristocratic house which had long adhered to the Sith Empire.

Only fitting that the Jedi who’d once raised his saber for the old Galactic Alliance only to forsake the banner and that of its wayward successor to adhere to the Imperial Codex and the authoritarian regime that had risen up in defiance of the Sith Empire. Flawed as any government was, they we’re the very tip of the spear. The lightning rod, a catalyst to bring about the end of the rotting, crooked machine which had put the Galaxy to the sword unfettered. On Mygeeto and Muunilinst, the New Imperials showed the galaxy that the Gods can bleed all the same. That they’d been shuddering in fear for far too long. Too often though the patterns of history was the clutches of power held by the Dark Lord Of the Sith. That time...that rei

The victories could only be reveled in for so long until the very scope of the existential conflict could come back into frame. It was only the first campaign of many. The Sovereign Imperator was still eyes over the holomaps, numbers and fronts when the invitation to this gala was sent the way of the New Imperials. Rurik wasn’t sure Irveric ever considered it for the briefest of moments. The man had always seemed to prefer solitude over anything else.

As a gesture of good will, an ode to the Jedi he once was, apprentice to Vyrin Karis maligned by the many failings of the orders returned to offer yet another olive branch to this New Jedi Order. At the very least, these Jedi fought to uproot darkness and protect their people. It was a good deal more than what could be said of the followers to this supposed creed of light in recent memory. Alliance against a common enemy or not, he'd urge the New Imperial Order to cooperate. In the end...darkness would besiege them all if they did not. Arriving in his flat grey uniform trimmed and the gold and white of the Force Corps with his silver saber and pistol secured at his hip.

Now wasn't the time to tangle with these existential crises however. At least not without drink in hand. As apart of the delegation sent from the New Imperial Order, he'd made a brief introduction before he splintered off alone and toward the bar. After all, he was not the center of attention here. He was not the authority of the happenings in the New Imperial Outlands so long as Tyrell Paxxus was here. As temperate as he deemed himself to be, the loud and hectic atmosphere did not make him immune to the temptations of liquors. Or at the very least, the need to somehow inoculate the sensory envelopment around him.

Standing before the largely empty counter of the bar as people gathered to hear the speech of the Chancellor and accompanying retinue of glad hands, Rurik drank down another sip of alcohol before he shot a wayward glance to the approaching individual. Khonsu Amon, the Supreme Sun Guardian. He was an enigma to most and Rurik was no different. All he'd known of the man is that he'd met with the Sovereign Imperator and somehow, his feared mercenary band had sworn non involvement in the civil war...for now.

"And what draws the Supreme Sun Guardian to a gala in celebration of the Jedi?" The Knight Commander inquired, the man stuck out far enough to piece together descriptors and stringent context to determine that was the man himself.

LT-137 | Bastard | Bernard

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: C O R U S C A N T //:
//: T E M P L E //:
//: D R I P //:
Ryv Zaavik Perl Loske Treicolt Maynard Treicolt Warchief Waddles

The warm feeling that bonded the two Jedi contrasted the look she saw from the corner of her eye as she greeted Isaiah. His gaze was unexpected, but she understood where it was coming from. Having a high profile, he had put her in danger, especially with her own work being one shrouded in secrecy. Allyson knew better, but her lapse in judgment put her in the position she was in. As much as she knew what needed to be done to keep them both safe, the Corellian hated having to play by these rules. She wanted to be happy to see him, to show him affection, and just be normal.​

Allyson avoided looking in Ryv's direction for the time being. Instead, her eyes fell upon their two friends, who had obviously seen the exchange between them. Almost instantly, Allyson felt the burning pains of embarrassment. She had spilled her heart to Loske, who knew how she felt, and that meant that probably Maynard knew as well. Already embarrassed by her emotional reveals, to see that they had seen the displeasure in the young man's face after she had shown him fondness. A hand moved over her brow as she tried to hide from the world. She masked the move by giving her forehead a little rub as if she was nursing a headache.​

She was hurt and now embarrassed beyond belief, especially after realizing there was a stranger and her own padawan who got to witness this small moment. When Isaiah said his goodbyes, Allyson absentmindedly waved back, not catching much of what was said. She continued to let her mind mull over what had happened, trying to fully understand the crime she had committed. The more she thought about it, the more that fiery Corellian temper brewed. The speeches began, and Allyson took it as a sign that she could excuse herself without repercussions. A small forced smile as she looked at her friends, "I need to step out its just - its really warm." She feigned fanning herself as she turned on her heel and headed towards the Jedi Temple's entrance.​

With vexed steps, she moved through the crowd of people, separating where she was to where the fresh Corusacanti air awaited her. Allyson felt her face flush with embarrassment that was slowly turning into frustration. It was some time since she had felt this flustered over something, but with the stress of everything, it was hitting her in a weak spot. Just once, she wanted someone to be happy to have her at their side. There were others before Ryv, and he was only this way because of the danger. She was a target, not an easy one - but still, one that could hurt the Sword of the Jedi. She couldn't entirely fault him for his actions. He cared deeply for her, and Allyson knew that, but the image of his furrowed brow burned into her mind. Knuckles rested against her face as she cursed in Old Corellian quietly, because of the situation and how she was feeling about it. ​

The cooling breeze of the outside helped relax the woman, her emotional roller coaster was unexpected. Feeling the way she did, she felt foolish, notably allowing it to almost ruin her evening. A few brushes of the breeze brought her thoughts back in order. What her heart truly desired had to wait till the galaxy had found peace. She needed to keep fighting for that and hold onto that dream, the one where she was able to finally rest and enjoy the good things life had to offer. One of those good things was still inside - where she left him. ​

Entering the room again she began to make her way back towards the crowd, there were more people now, and it was proving difficult to make her way through as she tried to dodge different representatives wanting to talk to the Shadow. She smiled politely and continued to try and make it back to Ryv. Drowning in the sea of people, Allyson did her best. All she really wanted to do right now was talk to him and enjoy his company before they both had to return to the reality of their work.​