Dance Rebels Dance

[Nyos Val]

An invite was sent to each and every member of the group known as the Rebel Alliance. An organization that sought to restore the Galaxy to a more peaceful existence. But with all the drama and turmoil that they have faced these last few months, one man thought it was time to celebrate all the good the RA has done.

As a Financial Backer and active member of the Rebel Alliance, Nyos saw the opportunity to both expand the social aspect of his involvement as well as deliver a present to the Rebel leaders as a thanks for their hard work and a tool to continue their work towards ending the Evil in the universe.

Dressed in his best tuxedo, the cyborg walked through the main hall on Cyto Val's subterranean complex as his crews worked to open the hall to the guests.

With glass in hand, Nyos ordered the doors open, the music to start and the bar to open.

 

[Krasnaya Xue]

Robots: disgusting 'creatures', taking jobs from hard workers and degrading sentience with their makers' mantras of 'harder, better, faster, stronger'. Or so Krasnaya considered them. She was not exactly enthusiastic about this [member="Nyos Val"] and his enterprises, but he was a backer of the Alliance and the Alliance did not equal Selectivism, despite what so many might try to convey to the rest of the galaxy. It was simply one government theory of many--but it was one that Xue believed to be the best. And so she lived by it, though she got along fine with her non-socialist comrades.

Besides, it was a dance, not a review panel. And droids did have their uses, though the Red Fleet's admiral would insist that limitation was key. She could live with it. And she would attend. Selectivists are, after all, relatively normal people just like the rest of them, and therefore have manners and can look beyond the faults of people they disagree with--to an extent.

And maybe she could have a little fun. Though most might not be able to vouch for the admiral being any sort of fun-lover. But then she was a private person, too. So how could they know? She was as human as any other human. And perhaps this dance could lead to more socially profitable things, such as an arrangement with InVal (as one might suspect from a dance hosted by such a company), a contact arrangement, or even a living arrangement if someone was really feeling that way. Xue had never been opposed to it.

"Krasnaya Xue," she announced herself to the steward, hands clasped in front of her waist as she looked about the room to ascertain the environment's attributes.