Populate Darth Dance Revolution [SO Populate of Kirdo III]

[Aiwaz Khath]

When Aiwaz asked to dance in the the manner of their people, she felt herself blush again and say,
"Let's cut a rug and set it on fire for all to see our desire!" She then threw her hand over her mouth, that last bit had been a little more than she intended to say, and hoped that she had not scared him off.
She trying to regain composure after this embarssing expression of her affections turned her attention towards Akhuul Sautra and said, asserting herself,
"If ever you desire a pupil, I offer my fealty and devotion. It would be an honor to train under you and learn the ancient ways of the Tsis."
Karla was often direct, she did not play at intrigues unless absolutely necessary, she felt honesty was often the best choice, unless you were in a den of vipers. While one could argue that among the Dark Lords they were in such a den, it was that atmosphere that had created such strength. The Jedi grew decadent and slothful because they rely on trusting one another, the Sith grow stronger through conflict and distrust, because in the end your ascent depends on you alone, not an ally. The dark side was a jealous god, it demanded as much as it gave to its acolytes.

Something suddenly shifted in Aiwaz when Karla spoke, despite her bashfulness, and his crimson eyes lit up as she watched her. The music swirled with a raw, sensuous rhythm that hypnotised him. Taking her hand, he guided her towards the centre of the dance floor, as the rhythm carried his legs, his hips, his arms, and the language of their people spoke through him in ways he had never felt before. The whispers of Bogan enflamed his very veins as he found his hands pull her to him.

Suddenly, he was no longer a boy, but a rightful prince of his legacy, claiming what was his. So close to her now, her sweet scent filled his nostrils, and his piercing eyes locked with hers. His hands found their way to her hips, as the motion of their bodies thrummed wildly and deeply. As they became lost in the rhythm, the cave, the people, even the music, all faded away as they became the two inheritors of the most ancient and noble of lineages, expressing all that needed to be expressed between them. Thoughts disappeared, ego melted away, replaced by feeling, rhythm, scent and hunger.

There was nothing else.
Only her.
Only him.
Only the rhythm.
Only their unique language of burgeoning, burning passion.




TAG: Karala Midwan

 

[Neeva Soocha Dena]

Main TAG: Chasianna

Neeva had come to the party with some hesitation. She was a Herald, and Domina Prime was her chief concern in all matters, to please her and serve her. Much of the Twi'lek’s past in the Kainite was lost to her, she remembered some faces in her dreams, though she had no idea what they meant. As she came to the dance floor, she saw one that was grafted in her mind, Darth Carnifex , but why? She had no memory of ever speaking to this Superior in the Sith Order, and yet his image was ever fixed there among other faces. Walking in her rather loose clothing, she crossed the edge of the dance floor and came to an area where less of the Top Brass seemed to be mingling, or so it seemed to her. The truth is she had no idea what the standing of anyone was save their aura in the dark side. Some of them so potent, she got dizzy, like the one she recognized.

A Droid server approaching her with a tray of bubbly courage. Normally Neeva did not partake, she preferred to keep her faculties uninhibited by the fog of spirits. However, this setting had her nervous and she decided to sip some, the tingling sensation as her long tongue dipped into golden liquid, moving about the inner glass as if she was fishing out some treat, and her eyes closing briefly. The scene to anyone looking would.. well seem rather pleasant. Opening her eyes once more she then looked around, realizing she may have derived too much pleasure from it, since the glass was empty and the Droid held up another. Placing the used glass on the tray, the droid said to her,
"Savor. Alcoholic properties can cause light-headedness and bad decision making in Meatbags."
The Server Droid then walked off.
The Lonely Twi'lek scanned the area trying to see if Dima was anywhere nearby, she was not exactly one that disappeared in a crowd. Though she did not see her Liege Lady. So for the time being she decided just to enjoy her drink and maybe find something to eat, she was famished.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Accompanying Naamino Zuukamano

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The cat purred at the enthusiastic reaction from Naami over his outfit, even while giving a smile and a roll of his eyes as he started to reply, "Of co..."

Then Iskendyr Yvarro swooped in as... only Isky could. The cat felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck even as the Imperial boy sauntered between the two in his typical, overly friendly, sort of way. Also, jealous Bith was just unhappy he didn't have legs like this.

With gifts, no less.

Overly friendly and over the top. Definitely Isky. "You are too kind," the cat meowed, with a formal bow as he accepted the offered knife. Still, the smile didn't quite reach to his eyes.

He needed this Imperial Knight to tally the ho on so the cat could get back to enjoying the evening on Naami's arm. Thankfully, it seemed pretty boy had his eyes on... Mazda? Miata? Whatever her name was.

"I think I may have seen her over there," the cat offered vaguely.

Yes, it was a lie.

He wanted Naami and some aerial circus stunts. And maybe dancing. Did Naami dance?

For that matter, did Micah dance?

Well, one way to find out.

 

[Revna]

Tags: Darth Caedes // Madrona A’Mia ​

You’re magnificent.

Those words of his echoed through her mind, even as she lingered on the feelings of his pride and admiration in her that had passed through their connection. Around them, other dancers had pulled away, giving them room on the dance floor which both she and Caedes claimed without shame or concern of what others thought or felt.

It took courage to reveal to him the things she felt, the emotions that she had hidden away up until that very moment. In exposing it, peeling back the veil to let him feel and see, made her vulnerable to being irreparably wounded. But it became apparent as Caedes reacted to her heady scent that wrapped around them both, that he would respond to her vulnerability by revealing his own to her, and thus opening himself up to be wounded in return, should she decide to do so.

It was a moment of trust, so rare between Sith, as he revealed the pathway that would lead her into the depths of who he was so she could see him - the man beyond the crown. The significance of what he had chosen to show her, reveal to her, was not lost on Revna.

Her eyes drifted shut, becoming a gentle presence there within his own mind. She saw the broken shards of painful memories that echoed of war, of fighting and fleeing, of trying so hard to forget…things that persisted and continuously clawed at him, to remind him of the pain, of whispers that tried to force perceived failures upon him. Revna sucked in a soft breath as a faint shadow creased her brow. Though they lived two different lives, separated by time and different experiences - she was taken aback by how similar their struggles were. The pain, the want to forget and shut out the memories that always tried to choke the life from her, the whispers that tried to remind her over and over again of what she had done, how - undeserving she was of everything. She was intimately familiar with it too.

He showed her the fragments of his more childlike innocence, hidden away and preserved to keep them safe, the softer parts of him that were buried under an oath of duty that came with wearing a crown. The tremor of mercy - something that most Sith would scoff at or find disgust with - brought a soft smile to her face. It was not something she discarded or frowned upon, for she knew its value.

Revna knew in her heart that everything he had shown her, had allowed her to feel, had presented to her - was from a very deep and hidden place he kept locked away. She understood the magnitude of that - how open he had made himself to rejection. How open he'd been in revealing his desire to protect her, a glimpse of the possessiveness he now had for her. In response, she extended warmth and acceptance to him, to what he offered, like an embrace. Nothing he had shown her was going to scare her away; she wasn’t disturbed, and she wasn’t going to wound him or reject him. If anything, she felt closer to him.

She wanted to help carry those burdens, provide a place of relief - if she could. To fight those battles with him, so he didn’t have to face them alone anymore.

Revna spun away as she spoke her words to him, and Caedes was waiting to draw her right back in, far closer and more intimate as he leaned closer to her and brought his face near to hers. Revna’s heart fluttered in her chest as he traced his thumb over her lower lip, before capturing her chin as she laid bare the truth of how she felt to him and let the words, and her projected thought, settle between them.

No words were spoken immediately; none were needed. Revna felt his grip on her tighten, a recognition of the intentional meaning behind her thought and her words, and how it had been received. There was a strange feeling that seemed to settle over her, and in her mind she saw a flash of two different threads in a tapestry being woven together to begin building a new image, even as he asked if she could feel it. Was he feeling the same thing too?

“Yes…” she replied after a moment. “I feel…something that I’ve never felt before.”

The music around them dipped into a darker melody, echoing the dark majesty of who the King was and together they moved and shifted to the change as their dance became more intimate and personal. It revealed the connection, the chemistry, that existed between Revna and Darth Caedes. She was letting her eyes roam over the lines of his face, his shoulders and neck and chest when his thought slipped through to her - and instantly her gaze was on his face as she let those words, that declaration, fall over her.

He…truly wanted her to be his?

Revna blinked, a wonder tinged with a sadness in her eyes. This was almost too good to be true. She felt a tightness develop in her chest as her voice echoed in the back of her mind: This is all a dream…it has to be. I’m going to wake up any moment now and this is going to fade and I’m going to have to go back to seeing him from a distance…

Caedes’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, as he returned her own words to her on what she had done to him. A smile graced her beautiful face, turning coy as she felt an urge prickle through her, before daring to lift a gloved hand to rest it against his chest.

“I imagine it is a similar thing to what you’ve done to me. I never imagined anything like this would come to pass. Did you…?” she whispered, her eyes on her hand for a moment as she pondered the weight of the words that she was about to tell him. Once she said them, she knew there would be no going back. Not for her, anyway. When she gave her loyalty, her devotion, her decision to bond to someone…she gave it without reservation. It was clear to her now, to them both, of what existed between them. What had been born - a spark that had ignited into a fire.

Ember eyes returned to Darth’s Caedes’ own, and there was a seriousness upon her face. There was no more hesitation, no more fear, and she made that leap into the inferno.

“If you want me, then you have me.” Revna replied in the same soft voice meant just for him, her heart racing away in her chest. “Because I want you too, and I want to be yours...for as long as you desire me to be there with you.”

 

[Kivah]

Kivah had no idea what to expect. She hadn't even thought out what grabbing Dima and pulling her into a dance would bring, maybe sultry laughter at her boldness or simply getting decked for impertinence. Never could she have predicted being a shoulder to cry on. Not for the mad Mandalorian who road ships cackling into palaces at light speed. The claws flexing into her shoulder caused her to hiss as she sucked in a breath at the pain, but she was Cathar and used to the pricking of claws. Mostly she felt awkward, the same awkwardness that had been stalking her since she learned of her connection to the Force.

Years of martial arts and fighting allowed her to stay close, leather clad pelvis to bare hip, legs avoiding Dima's clawed feet and more awkward movements as she thought of what to say. Finally, she settled on the truth. At least her version of it. "The greatest thing about the Sith, is that none of us really belong. I'm ten years older than most of the other apprentices. A prizefighter and street mercenary that reaches for big guns and brawn before the Force and yet, somehow, I'm among the top of all the students here." Kivah kept her voice quiet, just for the two of them, as they slowly danced, Dima's head on her shoulder and Kivah murmuring into her ear. "I saw you with A'Mia. The student's whisper that she feeds by inserting her roots into prisoners' veins and draining them dry. My closest companions are outcast from their own families, others don't even have that, or have done terrible things just to survive. Everyone is here to start over. They claim it's for power, but to every one of them it's a means to an end. Something that needs to be overcome."

The hand resting above Dima's tail rose to wipe away the moisture gathering under the lower eyes of Dima's tilted face, wiping it away with two gentle swipes of a thumb. "We're all monsters here, each with our own broken dream." That same hand took the bottle from clawed hand, and Kivah drank straight from it. She'd done the best she could, introspection and pep talks weren't really her thing. Action and doing were much more her speed. Actually... Yeah, that was probably why she was where she was among the students. She just did, and didn't leave room for questions. It had worked during the trials, it had worked when she grabbed Dima to dance with her, it would work if she were to lean in and kiss the xeno woman now.

But that would be taking advantage of her, and she wasn't about that. Instead, Kivah settled for a quick peck against the temple. Comforting instead of romance. "I can't tell you about normal or destruction. We are what we do, I guess. Your choice if you want to go to war or the beach."
Domina Prime

 

[Lunaria Talon]

Location: Korriban
Objective: Dance? [Exploring]
Tag: Matteo Guo-Yian | Viers Connory | Darth Carnifex

Lunaria thought she saw Viers Connory through the crowd and tried to wave once they were dismissed but she wasn't sure if her friend saw. She seemed distracted...But Luna, Artemis, was also more than a little preoccupied by something she wasn't used to.​

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Envy. ​

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It was a new feeling.​

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She'd been rather excited to get out of the Jutrand Academy uniform, even for an evening, and she'd felt quite grown up and posh until setting eyes on her mother. She prided herself on being agile, and quick in a fight, but no matter how much she trained, and practiced, she could never imitate how her mother moved. She could not imitate the way she…Held court. It didn't matter that it was a social gathering that she was trying to humble her presence within. Not to draw attention. It was her mother, and that was enough.​

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Her chin tucked low for a moment.​

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Even Matteo looked at the Empress that way…A moth to a flame.​

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It made her chew the inside of her cheek and her small hand clenched with the resolve it took not to rush toward Haru when he ( Darth Carnifex ) appeared. Not for her, of course.​

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For Naneth.​

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"I've never been to a party like this.", Artemis freely admitted to the young man at her side. Her eyes averted from their chaperone, ignoring, the needling feeling of being so close to the woman she most wanted to be near—But being so far away. She couldn't embrace her mother. She couldn't even acknowledge her as more than some mythical being. Head bowed. Respectful. She'd braided her hair alone. Dressed, alone. It left her with a hollow in the middle of her chest. "What do you suppose students do in a place like this?" ​

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It seemed that her friend had noticed her discomfort and she let her head tilt to rest against his shoulder for a moment. "I'm okay. Thank you, for thinking of me." ​

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Were it anyone else Lunaria would have been far more reserved and closed off. But…They'd been through enough at this point that she knew she could trust him. There was no way he was a spy or someone meant to cause her harm. He'd had every opportunity. Even if it had nothing to do with her Ada and Matteo just wanted to advance within the Academy—He'd had every opportunity to trick her, trap her, or otherwise mislead her. And…He hadn't. "I'd love something…" ​

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"The in-flight meal was…" ​

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Not great. Lunaria hated food that came out of an auto-chef almost as much as she despised when her mother decided to try and get creative in the kitchen. It was never a good thing, full, of tummy rumblins later on. For that reason alone, she tried to avoid it for as long as possible. "It looks like there are different attractions…Look at them!", she gestured toward the aerialists, blue-grey eyes going wide, teeth nibbling her lower lip. The gymnastics he had seen her practice had…​

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Nothing on these performers.​

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Wow.​

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So cool.​

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Korriban [KORRIBOOGIE]
Tag: Matteo Guo-Yian | Lunaria Talon | Darth Carnifex

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"Surely, you jest."

The soft words left her lips like a river that flowed downstream. Effortless. Her gaze didn't move from the aerialists nor did she flinch from the sudden presence at her side. The voice that broke through the cavern's revelry was a cold comfort. Deep, booming, and full of breathing power—But a familiar confidant and steadfast friend. Burnished golden orbs followed the performers much like her child even though she refrained from paying any attention to Lunaria at all.

The flaxen-haired youngling Mr. Guo-Yian's guest. Nothing more.

"Fear…", she trailed off quietly, her tone as cold and smooth as the surface of frozen glass, "…Is a companion that knows no parting. It has always been there. It will always be."

The faint glow that came from the veiled eyes of the Butcher King caught her peripheral vision. It was a faint but steady luminescence that somehow pierced effortlessly through the densest shadow. She did not turn to face him immediately, but when she did, her gaze moved with the deliberate grace of a tide. Inexorable. Steady—Until her pale features faced him, the gentle moon peeking out from behind a fateful cloud. "I did not expect your company…"

But she was glad for it.

Her hand remained where it was, beneath his, the gesture both calculated and meaningful. They both knew that touch to an Echani meant more than words ever could. Were his zealots present they would have railed against the atrocity of her besmirching his near consecrated person. They hated and took dire offense when she treated him so informally—Not knowing, that her breach of space was often a compliment of the highest order. It was a sacrifice they could never know, faith, they would never hold.

"…Let them whisper."

It was a statement, pure and simple. They both knew that the value of misinformation could often be worth more than the truth. Her eyes returned to the chamber below, looking over the railing, where dancers moved like shadows under spectral lights. "Let them wonder. Let them speak…Their words change nothing."

Her hand shifted, subtle, neither withdrawing nor yielding. It was an acknowledgement, a silent understanding, shared only between them. Whatever rumor this encounter would stir, whatever misdirection their motives required, they both understood the reality that hid beneath a gilded and carefully crafted illusion. The uneducated and common had whispered about her for decades at this point. That she was merely cruel, cold, and heartless. Yet…There she stood. Empress, still.

"Solitude is a condition that I have made peace with…It walks, and breathes, with me. But…", Srina trailed off while her gaze momentarily slipped over her students. She could see Viers Connory in the distance. @Matteo Guo-Tian and Artemis Dreadmor. They seemed to be settling well enough. "I would much rather my companion be you. At least…I won't have to feign conversation."

She was…Terribly inefficient in diplomacy, in festive events, and it would likely eventually make itself known. The slender creature pulled away from the railing but left her hand in that of the former Emperor. Leading, through the event. "Walk with me. She…Is not adjusting well, to not having you."

The she that she referred to went unsaid.

Srina knew how her daughter felt from across the room. She wouldn't rub her nose in it.

 

[Karala Midwan]

Something suddenly shifted in Aiwaz when Karla spoke, despite her bashfulness, and his crimson eyes lit up as she watched her. The music swirled with a raw, sensuous rhythm that hypnotised him. Taking her hand, he guided her towards the centre of the dance floor, as the rhythm carried his legs, his hips, his arms, and the language of their people spoke through him in ways he had never felt before. The whispers of Bogan enflamed his very veins as he found his hands pull her to him.

Suddenly, he was no longer a boy, but a rightful prince of his legacy, claiming what was his. So close to her now, her sweet scent filled his nostrils, and his piercing eyes locked with hers. His hands found their way to her hips, as the motion of their bodies thrummed wildly and deeply. As they became lost in the rhythm, the cave, the people, even the music, all faded away as they became the two inheritors of the most ancient and noble of lineages, expressing all that needed to be expressed between them. Thoughts disappeared, ego melted away, replaced by feeling, rhythm, scent and hunger.

There was nothing else.
Only her.
Only him.
Only the rhythm.
Only their unique language of burgeoning, burning passion.




TAG: Karala Midwan

Karala was swept up by him, taken to the dance floor. It was as if something had come over him and then she too began to let go, letting him lead as she felt his touch which she drew in as if oxygen to her lungs, the tender feeling making her want more as she felt a tingling, like flames going up her spine. When he placed his hands on her hips. she wanted to bolt into his arms, already she drew her face closer to his, her eyes crackling with the passion therein, like two embers looking into his. She took her soft ruby hands, arching them around his shoulders as she drew her black lips to his, there were no spoken words, only that of the body, as she drew her waist close to his and they now appeared as One. Ever since Ozzuk she had wanted to be close to him, and now he had crossed that barrier, as male Purebloods are want to do, to show that they are worthy mates. He had proved himself in combat, and now he did so on the dance floor. She felt herself becoming weak as he held her, finally being vulnerable to another's dominion over her.

There was Only Passion, as the Creed said, who wanted peace with such feelings that formed as flames? Karla felt her heart inside beginning to unfurl, he alone would possess it.

 

[Chasianna]

Location: Mountain Caves - Korriban
Attire: Black Dress
Tag: Neeva Soocha Dena

Flipping a mane of long, jet black hair back over her shoulders, Chasianna entered the dance hall with an almost exaggerated full-hipped stride—one foot placed neatly in front of the other as if she were a feline on the prowl. The hem of her outfit—a simple black mini-dress—bounced and shifted as she made her way inside. It gave way to a pair of pale legs that were entirely exposed, indicating that the very slight chill in the air was no concern to her.

In fact, the weather was quite perfect.

After waving off a passing server, Chasianna made her way to the edge of the hall, her gaze sweeping across the area as she took in the lissome aerialists flying overhead, the contortionists maneuvering their bodies to aggressive melodies, the war dancers engaging in ritualized performances that harkened back to Korriban’s ancient traditions, and of course, the mildly awkward younger students who took up much of the central floor.

Shifting her head, it was only then that Chasianna caught sight of a statuesque Twi’lek figure only a few steps away. Like most everyone, she quite easily dwarfed Chasianna in terms of stature. However, she was quite objectively tall, to the point that she towered over virtually everyone else within the vicinity.

And yet, her imposing height was not the only thing which drew the Qilin to her.

Chasianna blinked, her eyes lighting up with recognition as she registered the subtleties of the Twi’lek’s presence in the Force. This was a pure creature—a being bathed in the dark side and blessed by the touch of the Eternal Father.

“Sister,” Chasianna spoke up as she approached, her stare fixated on the Twi’lek’s coral-pink visage and meeting her golden-hued eyes with a wide-eyed gaze. “I do not know you, but I do recognize you,” she continued, “It is lovely to meet a pure being in this sacred space.” Chasianna confided, her tone soft with affection.

“I am called Chasianna. May I know your name?”

 

[Lucette]

Viers Connory | Madrona A’Mia [By Proxy]​

The shuttle doors hissed open, and Lucette was the first to dart out, nearly knocking her cousins aside in her haste. "Out of my way!" she declared, her voice full of urgency and determination.

Vikar stumbled back, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, don't trample us, Princess."

"Call me that again, and I'll aim the next compact straight at your head," Lucette shot back without missing a beat, her hand already pulling the small mirror from her purse.

She paused just outside the shuttle, flipping the compact open to check her reflection. Her fingers smoothed a stray curl into place, and she adjusted the neckline of her dress, her lips pursed in concentration. The black and purple gown shimmered faintly under the lights of the venue, its intricate detailing a perfect match for the icy elegance of the setting.

Satisfied, she snapped the compact shut and tossed it over her shoulder, straight into Kaivaan's hands. "Thanks, Kai!" she called without looking back, already striding toward the entrance.

Kaivaan barely caught the compact in time, his expression a mixture of exasperation and resignation. "You're welcome," he muttered, tucking it into his pocket for safekeeping.

Lucette didn't hear him. Her heels clicked against the polished stone path as she moved with purpose, her gaze scanning the clusters of people milling about. Her heart raced with anticipation, though she kept her expression composed, as though she were merely surveying the room.

In reality, she was searching for one person—and one person only. The flicker of a certain Corellian's smile, the familiar tilt of her cap, the chaotic energy that always seemed to radiate from her like a beacon. Lucette's focus sharpened, her surroundings fading into the background as she pressed forward.

"Where are you, Viers?" she murmured to herself, her eyes narrowing slightly as she scanned the crowd. The anticipation thrummed in her chest, and a small, secret smile played at her lips. Whatever delay they'd endured, whatever chaos had preceded this moment, none of it mattered now.
She was here, and she was determined to find her.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

[ VIBES ]

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Temporarily caught off guard by the approach of a familiar handsome face, Naamino listen with one raised brow as Iskendyr did his nobility thing. His tone seemed to be full of implication and gold eyes roamed meaningfully across the pair of them. Naami didn't particularly like whatever feeling churned in his core at that, his hand dropping away from Micah's shoulder once so much attention was brought to it.

A look of stern contemplation took over his features as Iskendyr handed him the journal. He was taken aback honestly, not thinking that the boy considered him enough of a true friend to give him a gift at all let alone one that felt so personal. In truth, Naami had only thought to get Micah, Kivah , and Gavin Vel lifeday gifts because they were the only people he'd even know the first thing about shopping for.

He listened silently, eyes flicking between Iskey and assessing Micah's reaction. The cat, polite as ever, seemed indifferent to the boy's presence and casually directed him to where Maiza Vex might be. For his part, Naami couldn't exactly carry a journal around the dance and he was already feeling the need for movement again so he thought he'd kill two porgs with one stone.

"Thanks Iskendyr, appreciate it." He held out a hand to shake firmly, a formality that felt fitting between the two of them.

"I should- uhm, gonna go put this with my stuff at the cloak check," he indicated the journal, "You guys want something to drink? I can keep an eye out for Maze too."

With that he was off, trotting to complete his new mission, unknowingly heading in nearly the opposite direction of the girl Iskendyr searched for. He made fast time despite the mass of party goers, his serious demeanor and relative sturdiness giving him advantage at parting the crowds. Naami stowed the journal with his black winter cloak at the entrance, then turned to locate one of those giant impressive ice sculptures which doubled as a gaudy punch bowl. Carefully he half filled the cups and carried them in a triangle formation for steadiness. He was just about to make his way back when he spotted someone familiar.

Naami took a quick detour to where Leshanna seemed to be watching the festivities from the sideline. He didn't quite smile, but his eyes were friendly enough and they widened as he drew near and saw what she was wearing.

"Hey Lesh, you look nice. Uh-" he lifted the cups by way of explanation, "Was just heading back to Micah and- you haven't met Iskey have you?"

The exchange was perhaps awkward on his end, he had no idea how any of this dance and party stuff worked. Should he invite her over with him? Should he have just left her alone? The unspoken social rules of stuff like this tended to baffle him. He knew the rules of engagement on a battlefield, was generally at ease in average social settings. But this was a whole different level and he lacked the seemingly effortless decorum of Micah tol Powl and Iskendyr Yvarro .

 

[Iskendyr Yvarro]

Naamino Zuukamano | Micah tol Powl | Maiza Vex​

Iskendyr lingered near Micah, the faint hum of music and chatter swirling around them. His golden eyes tracked Naami as the Zabrak made his exit toward the cloak check, journal in hand. Turning back to Micah, he offered the Cathar a disarming smile, his tone as smooth as ever.

"Your ensemble is truly impressive, Micah," he said, gesturing to the intricate tailoring of the Cathar's outfit. "Not many can pull off short pants at an event like this, but you, my friend, make it look inspired. I should hire you to design something for me."

Micah's polite smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and Iskendyr noted the faint flicker of irritation beneath the surface. Not that it fazed him. "A rare talent," Iskendyr continued, his tone light and teasing. "Don't let the jealousy of lesser men—or, dare I say, Sith—dampen your confidence."

He caught a flicker of movement in the crowd, his gaze shifting as he straightened. There she was: Maiza, standing near the aerial dancers, her sharp features set in a familiar mix of defiance and intrigue. She hadn't noticed him yet—or rather, she was doing an excellent job of pretending she hadn't.

"Ah, if you'll excuse me," Iskendyr said to Micah, his smile broadening, "duty calls."

With that, he turned and strode casually through the crowd, his cape billowing faintly behind him. He intercepted Naami on his way back from the ice sculpture, reaching out to deftly take the drink the Zabrak was carrying. "Thank you, Naami," he said smoothly, his tone warm but playful. "You always know what I need."

Before Naami could protest, or answer. Iskendyr gave him a quick wink and nodded toward a young brunette [ Leshanna ] nearby. "She looks like she might need a dance partner. Be a gentleman, won't you?" The young man looked over at the girl briefly, "Iskendyr Yvarro, I'm sure we'll talk soon." He called out without to her, waiting for a response, Iskendyr moved on, weaving through the throng of partygoers with practiced ease. The glint of Maiza's gaze finally met his as he closed the distance, and he couldn't resist the sly grin that spread across his face.

"Maze," he greeted, his voice low and inviting. "Still charming the crowd with that trademark scowl, I see."

He extended the drink toward her with a flourish. "A peace offering, from your friendly neighborhood zabrak. Naami picked it out, but I assure you, it's amazing."

His tone softened slightly as he reached into his satchel, pulling out two small packages. "And, because Life Day wouldn't be complete without a little something extra…"

The first was a gold bracelet, adorned with sapphires and emeralds that caught the light like stolen treasure. "For your boldness," Iskendyr said, placing it in her hand. "A little something to remind you that even the fiercest pirates deserve something beautiful."

The second was a handcrafted dagger, its hilt wrapped in finely worked leather, the blade gleaming with a razor's edge. "And this," he added, his voice dipping into a softer, more serious tone, "for the fighter. A blade as sharp as your wit—and far less dangerous, I hope."

He stepped back slightly, his grin returning. "Don't say I never think of you, Maze. Though I imagine you've already decided what trouble to stir up next."

Lifting his glass in a toast, he held her gaze, waiting for her inevitable reply.

It was then he noticed the young man [ Abishai Jade ] , around about their age, "apologies, where are my manners, I'm Iskendyr Yvarro, a pleasure to meet you." He offered his hand out to shake.

 

[Matteo Guo-Yian]

Lunaria Talon | Viers Connory

"I am not sure." Matteo said in response to Artemis' first question. "It's the first time I attend one of these things." His parents had been relatively high-placed in the Kanite cult on Tion, but it hadn't really included a lot of invitations to galas and parties of the sort. He felt a little bit off-balanced if he had to be truthful.

He just didn't want to show his whole arse in front of everyone when the Empress put her faith in him.

"Of course I think of you, Art, you are my best friend!" Said with such sincerity and ease. Matteo didn't particularly worry about these things. They had shook their hand on it and that was all that mattered to him.

She was his best friend. It was decided. It meant he should take care of her.

His fingers laced into Art's, squeezing reassuringly as they watched the acrobats together. He wasn't really sure where Artemis' feelings were coming from. She was upset, clearly, but her inner workings were a mystery to him. Maybe she wished that the Empress had sponsored her too? Matteo would gently tug her along to the buffet once she made clear she hadn't had that much to eat to begin with.

"You know, I am sure I could talk to the Empress." He whispered conspiratorially. "You are much more competent and hard-working than I am. I am sure she'd love to sponsor you."

A throw in the dark, he had no idea how close he was to the truth.

 

[Neeva Soocha Dena]

TAG: Chasianna

She was not sure if it was champagne or if perhaps someone was using some magic, but it seemed as if the dancers were suddenly moving slowly and then she saw a figure that stood out from the rest. The Lady had skin as pale as the snow outside on the banks, a child like face with great teal eyes. and ears pointed as blades. No one in this gathering could match her, and if these features were not enough to set her apart, she was rather small in stature, coming to the Twi'lek's waist. Most odd of all was her words of address,
"Sister?" was this a term of endearment, that they were both in then Sith Order? Then she mentioned purity, which was even more difficult to discern what she meant by that.
"I do not think any has called me pure before. You would be the first." She had hiccup, the gas in the drink was causing this effect which she found rather aggitating.
As with the Man who dominated the floor with his presence, who's forehead was adorned with a crimson Sith rune, she did recognize this short and sweet natured being. Why? How as she had said, "We have never met, though I recognize you." What was it about each other that they were drawn to one another? Her memories felt so difficult to summon in their entireity, she saw a lab, and instruments, waters of Becta, though to recall more was painful to her.
"My name is Neeva Soocha Dena, Herald to Domina Prime and at your service."
She had no idea why she said that ladder part, she was not operating in an offical capacity at the moment and if Dima saw her burping up bubbles, she probably be ashamed of her. Trying to regain her composure, she took the glass of sparkling gold that matched her eyes and sat it on a table and held her hand over her mouth as she was about to purge more of that gas. She summoning her strength began to supress it.
"I beg your sincerest pardon.. I am not accustom to these drinks.. I seem to be allergic or something."
She blushed, her pink and coral cheeks getting red circles as she bowed her head, which even if she had gone down to her knees she would barely reach this gal, who she hoped would forgive this involuntary reaction to that dank droid's vintage.

 

[Chasianna]

Location: Mountain Caves - Korriban
Attire: Black Dress
Tag: Neeva Soocha Dena

Staring up at the much taller Sith, Chasianna cocked her head to the side as the Twi’lek expressed confusion regarding the manner in which she had been addressed. And for a moment, the Qilin doubted herself in turn. She extended her Sense again, this time very briefly closing her eyes for better focus. In doing so, she willed herself to center her attention solely on the Twi’lek, a prospect made slightly more difficult by the all-dominating presence of the Eternal Father at the event, which she could not help but to find herself drawn to.

Only a couple seconds later, Chasianna opened her eyes, a very slight frown forming across her pale visage as her brow furrowed in contemplation. The result was the same. Neeva was a Rajakzân. The Qilin was sure of it.

Why then, did Neeva not believe herself to be one? Or even remember that she was pure?

“No one has ever called you pure before? Are you sure?” Chasianna pressed. “You are Rajakzân, yes?”

And yet, Chasianna’s questions did not end there. When Neeva mentioned that she was a Herald to Domina Prime , the acolyte’s arched brows rose up her forehead, a wide-eyed expression of surprise struck over her face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that. You are the Herald to...” Chasianna paused, momentarily disbelieving the reality of the name she had heard spoken. “Domina Prime?” She asked in a questioning tone.

 

[Akhuul Sautra]

Tags: Karala Midwan Aiwaz Khath | OPEN
Location: Caves in the Korriban Mountains
Equipment: In Bio
Objective: 1 - Darth Dance Revolution
Music:

Spoiler: HERE

"It is an inspiring sight that our kind has not died out, Sion of Khath and Lady Midwan.", I would say with sentimental satisfaction in the old tongue, "Perhaps I will see both of you at my lectures. These initiates and slaves they have me oversee need actual examples of Sith." I then waved the younger ones off as they go to the dance floor in full. Though, my head would mechanically jolt around once more when I heard Lady Midwan's words. She seeks my personal tutelage in the ways of the Sith! Perfection, indeed! The calculations of betrayal were only in conventional amounts as my digital mind displayed the probabilities of her gaining power under me. My chances of escaping to the shadows could make any possibility of betrayal negligible in consequence. It would just need to ensure she never sees Sautra Vokh.

Yet, a young member of my kind asking for my tutelage could not possibly most satisfactory to hear. I likely would smile if I had lips to do so, and look with confidence and acceptance at the offer. Instead, a slow mechanical nod with my death mask of a face would be all the young Sith woman would get. All other means of hospitality were gone with my flesh eons ago. Instead, that nod and a slight glow in the chassis coming from the joy of meeting members of my kind, would be what possibly could convey approval.

It would be back to the perimeters of this dancing spectacle. A few of these whelps seemed to have learned proper movements and presented themselves close enough to reduce my disappointment. A few required correction, and I would not deprive them of harsh admonishment from sloppiness. The music, still loud. Motion of the mortals, continuous and intense. Temperatures, still reading to be cold but no effects on my mechanisms would be possible. I thanked the ancestors that my machine body could still withstand the climate of my home. The Jedi and Ashlan barbarians did not destroy that, at least.

 

[Neeva Soocha Dena]

The titan of a Twi'lek looking down at her raised her soft carol hand to her lips which were painted gold for the occasion on the top lip and black on the bottom. Trying to delve into her memories, which were as whirlpool of water, flowing around in such a dizzying fashion into an abyss, she tried to recollect if anyone had called her pure, a voice stood out, a masculine one that, that said, "Blessed are Pure, for they shall see the Eternal Father." She saw what appeared to be man with skin as white as pearls, and rippled as in lines with front teeth that crossed as if to create an x shape. Who was this? Feeling rather disturbed by this image, she took a step backward, her bear feet sliding on the cold floor as she fell on a couch, her eyes dancing as those on the floor. She then trying to get her barrings looked across her field of vision and saw the Lady who had called her a very strange word, laying there on burgundy cushions, her lekku as serpents draped on the back and on a cushion she said,
"Rajakzân, what in the Force is a Rajakzân?"

The query this Chasianna had made was being eclipsed by some vision of a figure, a Pau'un who spoke of some Eternal Father. Who was that? As the title flooded her head, her eyes as if not in her control came upon the One, that powerful presence who carried Himself as a King, Darth Carnifex , and his head as she locked eyes with him heard repeating,
"Eternal Father! Eternal Father! Eternal Father!"
Her pulse began to race, as she saw the tatoo on his forehead, it was familiar, and burning in flame in her mind. What was this? Why were they faces so known to her? Why was this name.. Eternal Father.. like a chant in her brain? She trying to regain her composure, turned to the Short Gal who had triggered this seemingly strange occurrence.
"Domina.. Domina Prime is my liege.. Where is.. Dima.."
Her breaths accompanying these words sound as if she as if her lungs were being drained. She looking to this One who had called her, "Rajakzân."
"What is this? Why am I.. hearing things.. seeing things? Who is the Eternal Father?"
As she heard that she heard in his mind an organ playing, and cantors. All of this was strange, and she was afraid. Reaching out to the Pointy Eared one who now was taller than her as she lounged, she said,
"What is happening to me?"

 

[Maiza Vex]

Outfit: Suit | Sneakers
Tags: Abishai Jade | Iskendyr Yvarro | Naamino Zuukamano | Micah tol Powl Open

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Oh chit… he spotted her as she heard pretty boy call out her name. She was talking to mouth but totally lost her train of thought as pretty boy began his approach. He offer her a drink claiming it was a peace offer from Naami of all people. She looked at it confused for a moment wondering if maybe it was poisoned or something. No there was no honor in poisoning your challenger, so she took the drink gracefully not letting a smile cross her face it was hard and the sides of her lips where twitching trying to hold it back.

She still didn't say anything, just stared him up and down as he started to talk about lifeday. She had forgotten all about lifeday even though this celebration was all about that. She had been trying hard to forget it was life day, it was her first with out her parents. Then she remembered mouth was standing right behind her, she put up a finger to temporarily halt Pretty boy as she turned back to mouth.

"Mouth this is pretty boy, pretty boy this is mouth." She presented the mouth kid Abishai Jade to Iskendyr Yvarro . "He is my new minion, I need him do something for me." She openly admitted to Iskendyr, though she considered him a friend at this point because of their alliance in the survival games even if he had originally offered to pay for that friendship.

"Alright mouth, what I need you do for me is just before the crowning ceremony is cause a big distraction. Once you do that we will be square and your debt cleared." She didn't explain to him why she needed the distraction just that she needed one. "You can go now just don't forget I don't want to have to kneecap you."

She then turned right back to Iskendyr like she had just threatened to kneecap a kid. As Pretty boy and he started presenting gifts to her. Oh god don't cry, don't cry the words raced through her mind as the dwelled on her parents for a moment. In that moment she could have broke but she clenched her right fist and let her nails dig into the palm of her hand focusing on the pain rather then the other feelings.

She looked at the gifts as he presented them to her…..a lump in her throat she gulped it back. He put a bracelet on her wrist, she had never seen something so shiny and striking so close to her peach-colored skin. Then he presented her with a blade and that just about sent her over the edge but the nails digging into her palm kept her from breaking. It was perhaps the first time she had been flustered for words. Then ever the gentleman Isk introduced himself properly to mouth. As she looked at the blade and bracelet. "I…" frak what should she say. "Dammit." She cursed and then thrusted her cane forward towards him a with gold etched handle out towards, but she stopped it before it would actually hit him. "Take it, it was my fathers. It has a small sword in it and a shot glass in the tip." It wasn't actually a shot glass it was just what Maiz used it for it was actually a cup for poisoning the tip of the sword inside it. Though now there was a bit of water lining the edge of her eyes. "A golden cane sword for a silver-tongued devil. "

 

[Abishai Jade]

There were so many things to see and do, and Abishai was stuck with this importunate horn-head. The girl just would not give up. She was easily deserving of his ire, which made what happened next leave Abishai a little slack-jawed.

The cute blonde guy came over to talk to her. Needless to say, Abishai found his excessive flourishes to be a tad grating, but for some reason he gave this Iskendyr a pass. Abishai felt a heat rise in his cheeks, though he pushed any focus on it aside by leaning into his surprise.

Gifts? For her? She wasn't entirely unattractive. Had it not been for her personality, Abishai suspected he may have even liked what he saw. Instead, he just felt confused.

And then, she talked about him. All he could do was laugh. Laugh and lift his hands palms up in a show of utter confusion. "What the actual..."

What had Iskendyr called her? Maze? Seemed fitting. She was certainly the type of girl that could make you want to get lost.

"One. I am not your minion. Two. You can go shove your plan up your ass. And three. You do not dismiss me like a slave you obnoxious cretin," he said while counting with his fingers. He had started with four, and left the middle one standing - facing in her direction.

He then grabbed Iskendyr's offered handshake a little too firmly, leaving him a little red faced again. "Abishai Inkari," he relinquished his hand too quickly, but felt his own palm tingle just a little. Iskendyr had a firmer grip than he had expected.

"Well. Iskendyr. Let me leave you with this," he said before pointy both fingers like guns at Maze, "she totally has the hots for you. So have fun with that information...and both of you enjoy your night."

With that, he spun on his heals and high-tailed it away from the two of them as quickly as his little Jade legs could carry him. He passed multiple acts to which he would have to return later. It was all so stimulating. Exciting. He rounded a great dance area and thought he caught sight of Revna with a handsome pale skinned man. She seemed lost in the moment. It felt oddly endearing, like he was happy for her. That didn't seem right?

Abishai had determined to just make an exit but noticed some important looking Sith having entered. He quickly assessed and decided against trying to pass them. There was a young girl with the important looking woman, almost a mini-version of the elder. There was no way in hell he was getting close to anyone important, especially one of their kids. Not in the mood that he was in. So, he aimed for the refreshment table, grabbed a napkin while glancing over his shoulder to see if Maze had followed him, and then spooned into his napkin some nibbles to keep him occupied.

He slunk away to a nearby wall giving only a cursor nod to an elder teen and her high stiff collar. This wall would make an excellent vantage point to foresee any possible retaliation. So, he began to squirrel-eat his nibbles.

Maiza Vex Iskendyr Yvarro Adean Castor
Referencing: Revna Darth Caedes Srina Talon Lunaria Talon

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

Karala was swept up by him, taken to the dance floor. It was as if something had come over him and then she too began to let go, letting him lead as she felt his touch which she drew in as if oxygen to her lungs, the tender feeling making her want more as she felt a tingling, like flames going up her spine. When he placed his hands on her hips. she wanted to bolt into his arms, already she drew her face closer to his, her eyes crackling with the passion therein, like two embers looking into his. She took her soft ruby hands, arching them around his shoulders as she drew her black lips to his, there were no spoken words, only that of the body, as she drew her waist close to his and they now appeared as One. Ever since Ozzuk she had wanted to be close to him, and now he had crossed that barrier, as male Purebloods are want to do, to show that they are worthy mates. He had proved himself in combat, and now he did so on the dance floor. She felt herself becoming weak as he held her, finally being vulnerable to another's dominion over her.

There was Only Passion, as the Creed said, who wanted peace with such feelings that formed as flames? Karla felt her heart inside beginning to unfurl, he alone would possess it.

She was spectacular in every way. The bounce and whip of her hair, the rhythm of her hips matching his own, her enflamed eyes that drew him in endlessly, her dark scent that intoxicated his innermost sense. Amidst the chaos of the night, and the ceaseless movement of their bodies where all else about them had faded, he was no longer a boy, but a man of Clan Khath; a true-blooded heir of the Spirit of Korriban.

All anxieties melted into naught. All apprehensions of who he was, where he was going, his duties in life and his destiny with the Force all faded instantly as everything suddenly shifted into an undeniable lucidity, and he realised with a perfect, unequivocal clarity that she was at the centre of his universe; the solar heart around which his orbit was so passionately founded.

And his lips locked with hers.

There was nothing else in the universe.





TAG: Karala Midwan