Deltarune | CIS Dominion of Delta IV (R, 39)

[Peyton Steele]

It wasn’t much of a surprise for someone to look past her. She was a lithe blonde but she could easily blend into the right places, the way she dressed and held herself. Besides, Cei was a Duros, not a human, who knew how that race worked? For most of the people who still supported the remnants of the Alliance, and her different branches, she was known. She’d been around enough to help link everyone together and keep an eye on the various groups, but it didn’t mean she was always here for one person or another. Happenstance, that was called.

She sipped on her Fireball while surveying the groups. Doing her best to identify those she could, and see what they were all thinking. She had heard the other rebel come in, one that she knew in passing and knew enough to be coming here. The blonde was keeping informed on everything she could. What was Peyton going to do? She’d wait for her own invite over, probably, but a few more of these Fireballs and she’d be ready for anything.

At least she was going to see what she could get herself involved in. The blonde smirked as she made eyes with [member="Cei Kyros"] and gave him a wink, who knew if it would translate, but she assumed [member="Frielle Kinniak"] would get it. The blonde had her gun on her hip, but on her back she had one of her stun batons stuck under her backpack.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: The Rave
Tags: [member="Rosario Perlyn"]

Alwine was very confused. This was her first experience with sound mufflers, bad as they were. She did not mind their clunky appearance, but apparently, every time she attempted to speak normally, she found herself screaming. When she attempted to speak softly, she only heard her voice inside herself, traveling through the bones, but it was clear that no one else heard her. It had taken several attempts to make sure the barman understood what she wanted; not beer, not ale, but mead. And then he gave her a beer anyway, which Alwine spit out, her entire face shrinking like a lemon for the duration it took for the taste to get off her taste buds.

Her proper mead was yet to arrive when someone touched her arm. Normally, this action alone would have made Alwine jump and take a defensive position, but her senses were already overloaded here that all she could do was simply turn her head. Her gaze fell on a woman who was, not surprisingly, taller than her. Yet what caused the young Lupine to stare was the woman's appearances; the blue hair and pink skin. She was certain she'd never seen that combination before. Did the woman belong to another species that Alwine had yet to meet?

The woman offered her… Earplugs? And said the looked nicer. Alwine had to agree on that, though she still did not particularly care about her appearance. Still, even after months of being with the Confederacy, she knew that kindness was not a common thing that was offered. Most people kept to themselves unless they wanted something. Whether this pink woman wanted something more than simply offer her better looking earplugs was yet to be seen, but she would not deny this gesture.

Taking the earplugs, Alwine did her best to switch the headphones quickly, the pain at the few seconds of being openly subjected to the volume of the music all too clear on her young face. She blinked several times in confusion as her senses adjusted to the new kind of muffled sound that was coming in now; but thankfully, it was much beer than the clunky headphones.

"Thank you," Alwine half screamed, "I am Alwine."

 

[Rosario Perlyn]

Rosario's hand lingered on Alwine's bare arm for a moment, the sensation of the skin against her fingers becoming unusually salient. It slipped away when the girl reached for the earplugs and put them in. Rosario could feel the profound discomfort she was in, and the wave of pain that suddenly swept over her when her ears were exposed. Such sensitivity to noise was beyond anything she had ever seen - what a dear unlucky creature she was!

There was a strange severity in the girl's appearance, in the black-and-white dress that enveloped her petite figure as much as in the way she carried herself. Though not hostile, she seemed out of place.

"I'm Rosario. Pleased to meet you, Alwine!" Rosario leaned forward to inspect the girl's drink. The sweet, but unmistakably alcoholic smell that rose from it was unfamiliar, but after only a brief moment Rosario seemed to lose interest and turned to Alwine with a concerned expression. She stood quite close and for a moment her lips almost touched the girl's ears as she spoke. "That's probably going to help a bit. But it's not going to make you really appreciate the place..." she remarked.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]​

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: The Rave
Tags: [member="Rosario Perlyn"]

Alwine stared at the pink skinned woman as she leaned forward to take scent of her drink. There was something about her that was much more… At ease? Invasive? Oblivious to personal space? Attempting to be nice? The Lupine did not know the proper answer to that. It was sheer will that was holding her rooted in place now, despite her wishes to take a step or few back.

It was not that Alwine was a complete stranger to physical closeness. She often hugged her brothers, and when another Lupine was discovered, she and Alwine had spent much time arm in arm or hugging while clothes-less in human form. There were different form of intimacies in all those sort of touches, though not a single one of them ventured into the realm or romantic or sexual.

But if she would step back, she would be unable to hear the blue haired woman's words. Or would she? There was no time to guess; Rosario, as she was named, leaned in so close that Alwine could feel her breath upon her ear, despite the plugs in place.

"I do not think this is the sort of place that can I am capable of really appreciating," she responded, half screaming again.

But no; enough was enough. Now she knew she was uncomfortable, and damned the screaming. Alwine took two small steps back, putting some air between her and the other woman.

"Will this soon be over?" she asked with the half screaming again.

 

[Dawn Moor]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Wearing[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: Usual outfit. See profile.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]City streets, near the rave[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Post: 1[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Home is where you hide your stash...[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]A charming man with a knack for poetics once extolled the virtues of a place he called home. He had often called upon Dawn to make a visit, for one reason or another. And the naive girl indulged each time, albeit with a begrudging attitude. She meandered into the slums of a Lithios metropolis, suffered the invasive security checkpoints at the edges of the district, and trudged through the scrap and garbage that were tossed outside of the door of each residence. The building reeked of a pungent odor that stung the nose like vinegar and forced an involuntary gag reflex. From the upper floors, peering through the streaky residues upon the cracked glass window panes, Dawn could see the rest of the district...where every shadow on every corner walked.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Beyond all of this stood the charming man's oasis, a museum of true art collected from garbage piles of the rich upper class or nabbed for cheap on the black market. A rooftop penthouse, he extolled, constructed of bargain materials with his own two hands. Every amateurish bit of construction, every flaw of the lopsided abode gave the slipshod penthouse a defining character. And though the charmer spent every moment of her company poisoning her with his unsatisfactory essence, she found herself returning over and over again. Not for his abusive opportunism nor for his self-deluded musings, but for the art. The character. She left her home in the working class districts each night and ventured into the slums to submit herself because it was the only place she truly felt home.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]This city on Delta IV reminded Dawn of home.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Lithios, less specifically. Or the various metropolises on its surface. Though Delta IV more closely resembled Ethos City without all of the rain. It was intriguing to Dawn how other races on other planets could form their civilizations separately, without any communication, and still develop the same sense of aesthetics. Dawn fit in on the world as if she was a native. She acquired transportation, navigated the city's labyrinth, and fit in with the local rebels, anarchists, and artists in ways that made her feel almost as if the place she once called home wasn't an invisible speck hiding beyond the neon sky.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]But Nostalgia was not what brought Dawn to Delta IV. It was was necessity. Well, necessity with a hint of vanity. The most effective creams and oils that Dawn had come across in recent years were in short supply. Her more studious counterpart had tracked supply shipments directly to Delta IV. Particularly, the ingredients she required would be traded out from the Port. Due to the addictive nature of the substances derived from the ingredients, Dawn found the acquisition of a supply line extremely difficult. But her counterpart had arranged a meeting with a "supplier" who could circumvent restrictions and see that the constituent ingredients establish a more local market for Dawn and other interested parties.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Though Dawn was no stranger to bucking draconian authority, it was not a particular rebellious streak that had driven her necessity for these products. Her subdermal system required creams and oils to keep itself functional. The system had a large metabolic cost and required far too many hours of sleep for her to function in any normal society. But the ingredients in the spices, however addictive, helped trigger her nervous system into cooperating more efficiently with the technology and slightly lessen her need to sleep two-thirds of a day. It also helped cure dry skin which, as pale and thin as her skin already was, turned out to be entirely worth the risk on its own.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]The contact offered to meet Dawn at [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]LUX [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]sometime around the ceremony. And while Dawn was often terrible at directions, in true Dusk fashion, she felt herself compelled instinctively. She turned where she needed to turn. She obtained rides where she needed rides, and she let her thoughts wander as she strolled along the final roads that lead to the large glass building with brilliant lights. Not that she needed her counterpart's uncanny ability to memorize maps to find that building, at least. Her eyes and ears were sufficient at that point.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]The reverberations from the building sent waves of sensations throughout her body that, truly, she had missed. Her heart raced and a large, cheshire grin pulled at her lips. She closed her eyes and thought of a particular color pattern, and with a slight sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, her counterpart complied. Gradually, her skin literally began to glow in fantastic, rave-like patterns as lines of morphing neon-hued tattoos streaked across her skin and face. She rolled up the sleeves of her jacket to show more of her arms and hands. The luminous tattoos shifted, displaying colorful spirographs and fractal patterns. And along her forearm, Dawn could see a display of her sleep and energy levels color-coded with a single status bar that showed a pinkish off-white shade.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]With a deep breath, Dawn made her way into [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]LUX [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]to show the Deltans how Lithiosians party back home.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Welcome home.[/SIZE]

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[Rosario Perlyn]

Rosario didn't seem to mind Alwine's withdrawal, in fact there was no sign that she even recognised it as such. To move around was natural, and all the more so in a place like this. "Over? Why would it be over?" she asked in naive confusion, but still smiling. "Of course you're capable of appreciating this. You're human, you all are." Then suddenly the smile disappeared and she assumed a serious expression, as if something important had to be addressed. "It's just that to some of you it doesn't make sense when you're sober."

She stepped forward and took Alwine's hand to lead her away from the bar, leaving her barely enough time to pick up her glass. There was a determination and a certain force to her movement, of the sort that made it difficult for most people not to be swept away and follow, even though she did not hold the girl's hand very tightly. Neither did she make any effort to hold on to it when Alwine withdrew it, but she did not stop in her path that led past a small dancing crowd and back to the corner with the sofa and side table, slightly removed from the hustle and bustle and marginally quieter.

She stopped at the table, looking down onto it with intent, as if she was searching for something. Indeed the little powder case had disappeared, and Rosario frowned. Ignoring Alwine completely and somewhat abruptly, she turned and looked around. Spotting one of the twi'lek waitresses, she waved for the girl to come over. Rosario exchanged words with her with a certain familiarity, switching to Ryl with perfect facility. "<Hey, Poy, where did the spice go? You know the one I'm looking for. Have you seen it?>" The twi'lek girl seemed somewhat embarrassed and hurried to answer. "<I'm sorry, I took it away. I thought it would be better...>" Rosario grinned, needlessly delighted at the way in which things suddenly make sense. "<... to make sure nobody nicks it? Good thinking!>" "<One moment, I'll bring it...>"

Then just as abruptly as she had turned away from Alwine, she returned her attention to her. She approached her, again without any regard for personal space, or perhaps under the assumption that Alwine would retreat towards the sofa. Once there, Rosario sat down and pulled one leg up, putting her foot under the thigh of the other leg, enabled by the lack of heels on her shoes: unlike most of the other females around, she was wearing simple black flats with no heal whatsoever. "Now why don't you tell me why you're here in the first place, if you hate it so much? Did you lose a bet or something?" she said, looking up at Alwine with a friendly smile, and tapped on the sofa cushion next to her as if to invite her to take a seat.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]​

 

[Khia Varad]

Location: The rave, way at the back of the club.
Objective: Look. Drink. Look. Look at Drinks
Gear: Mahogany Red Leather Jacket, Ripped Rough-Style Skinny Jeans, Black Laced Boots, thin black V neck blouse buttoned up below the neck, rolled sleeves and beige shield sunglasses. Definitely a weapon or two in there somewhere, some silver on but low key.
Post: #1

Dressed up. You'd not often see it. What you would see was Khia’s group characteristically involved in an argument. A lot of staring, and a lot of swearing, with not much really being said between. On duty. The crusaders around her argued and drunk, slowly. Not exactly covert, they did their bit not to blow that they were here to watch over the club, out of sight and mind.

One of the Crusaders declared, “fifty creds says you don’t even know what a Wookiee marriage looks like Rosi, let alone been to one.”

Rosi wasn't convinced. “They wear white flowery dresses my butt.” Every crusader nodded and looked at the youngest here, convincing him. “Really?” Rosi said eventually.

There was roaring laughing from the table. Khia’s battle sister Seka punched Rosi on the arm. Alright they weren’t covert at all. Frak it. They were having a blast talking about old times, dead Varad and those names they remembered. Shooting the breeze, not getting blind drunk but bit by bit enjoying themselves.

Khia didn’t relax easy, running hands pressed tightly against her head, and through her hair, which didn’t look so bad tonight. Couldn’t relax too much, too much chance she’d have to punch someone. Which was always fine with her. A crusader pushed a drink over to encourage her, and she looked at them for a good minute until they took it away. Khia grinned and put her hand over the top. Taking it back. “One.”

Muse Music:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvwAJxM2O6Y

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

Delta IV

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At the Lux
In a booth with [member="Cei Kyros"], [member="Peyton Steele"] spyin'

"Thanks," Frielle replied to the bartender as she grabbed her drink. She watched the duros order a drink and head off toward a booth, she noted that the duros followed and remarked, "put it away." He hadn't exactly been the quietest type when pulling the weapon. "Not quite sure what ya mean mate." Finishing off her whiskey the Corellian ordered another. "Talk fast."

The continued bass of the club wormed its way into her words. If Peyton was around she could see the situation unfold, Frielle knew the man was taking precautions but she also knew the Confederacy was itchin' for a fight. At least from the holonet and news that had been on about these days, Geonosis Central News, Southern Systems News Network, and Confederacy Broadcast Network were at least three news networks reporting on the upcoming incursion into Jen'ari space. "Actually, can I get a Force Mind Trick please?" She said to a waiter as another brought her whiskey. She slid it toward the duros, "listen relax yourself, you're stickin' out like a sore thumb now aren't ya? We're not hoppin' about L-49 anymore, yeah?" Cool it.

"I'm just meetin' up with a friend here at the wonderful club... erm," Frielle leaned out and chirped, "Lux, Lux."

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Location: At the bar
Equipment: Outfit with T-Shirt, Hololink
Nearby: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]
Objective: Stay Yourself

(Post Soundtrack: Voodoo by DVBBS & Jay Hardway)​

The clink of the glasses was lost to the noise inside the club.

New memories. Jerek smiled at that as he tipped his own glass into his mouth, tongue moving over the saccharine liquid as it entered, but he was really thinking of what Allya had said first. To us. Perhaps that was the sign he had been looking for, to know if she liked him back. That there was more to this pairing than just mere friendship, something Jerek had stumbled into after a rather abrupt false start over some old relics. Was this a date?

"To us," he declared as he raised the glass to his lips again. His practiced mind was already cuing him to utilize the techniques he had been taught to neutralize the alcohol. There were enough distractions tonight with the noise and the crowd and Allya that Jerek didn't think he needed any more. Just looking at her was enough to send his mind reeling more than any cup of wine could, the red dress clinging to her body in a way her armor never did, showcasing her feminine curves and well-built physique.

It stopped his breath to look, so Jerek focused again on the glass in his hand.

He felt her finger on her nose, and looked up to see Allya's face just below his. It crinkled as she laughed, but even as close as they were, the sound was lost among the club's music volume. Jerek wanted to hear her laugh for real, and the closeness of her presence only seemed to amplify this desire in his mind. He glanced out to the sea of bodies still on the dance floor, moving rhythmically to the blaring music, and it gave him pause. The only body he wanted to be close to was right in front of him.

"I have an idea," he intoned, leaning in towards her ear so she could hear his lower voice. He grinned at the thought, even knowing she probably couldn't see it. It seemed like the perfect idea, keeping them close to the music —which Jerek had to admit was good— while still giving him a chance to get away from the crowds and out somewhere he could hear Allya's laugh. "Let's go somewhere private. Does this place have a roof?"

 

[Lanann Garwyn]

It took all of her will power to not burst out laughing at Nika. The little underling actually thought she was important, and that her word meant anything to Lana's situation. She had been under a dozen handlers in the last few years. Few survived very long. Frankly, she wouldn't bother to even care about the woman in front of her until she survived a few months in this position. Yawning, Lana gave Nika a bright, charming smile, hazel eyes sparkling. Reaching up, she cups the woman's chin a bit. "Don't worry, gorgeous, I know exactly what I'm supposed to do.”

Releasing her, she walks over to a table, drink in hand. At the table were about five people. One of them was a CEO who had pissed off the Syndicate a few months ago. She wasn't sure what he had done, but, it was his downfall. The other four, were potential suppliers for chemicals needed to make more chems, or weapons, and the like. Charm five, wrap them around her finger, while helping exact revenge. On it.

Leaning against the table, showing herself off to them a bit, she flashed the most beautiful of smiles, her eyes wide, so she practically sparkled in the light. Giving herself an ever so slight drunken slur, the woman spoke. “Heya boys, can I come sit with you?” Several of them recognized her.

“Miss Garwyn, congratulations on your win! That was a most daring victory.” Oh she didn't even bother to pay attention after that. She played off on her fame, used her form, and wits to wrap them all up in conversation. She sat herself near the CEO, and just kept the conversation going, anything went. All the while, she carefully sipped her whiskey, she knew how much it would take to actually get her drunk, this wasn't nearly enough. But, they didn't know it.

As the CEO, she never bothered to honestly learn his name, played with his datapad, taking care of business, she took note. Target found. When the conversation turned right, she scooted herself close to him, leaning over the CEO, to show off some little trinket on her, some ring, making up a story about how she got it from some important person they all knew. It could have been true, but, honestly, she wasn't sure where she had gotten it, she had been high as a kite at the time.

During this, she took the datapad, carefully, expertly from his pocket, and quickly put it in her own. One handedly, she hooked it up to another datapad, and activated the special encryption breaking programs, and the like she had pre-prepared. Hand rested on the CEO's leg, and soon his was on hers as she encouraged him to drink more. Just keep focusing on me. Soon the encryption was broken, the data downloaded onto the new data pad, and a tracking spyware virus placed in the original datapad, and it was slide back into his pocket.

Once it was done, she sat for awhile longer, to not draw suspicion to herself. She exchanged contact information with the men, made sure each knew she had sponsers that would LOVE to get to know them.

“I'm not really good with the whole business stuff, but, I know you guys are! And my sponsors are too, I know one was looking to expand into...” She inserted a line she had picked up from the random conversation earlier, and hooked them. She was instructed to give the information to her interested sponsor, and they would love to talk business. It was clockwork, she had done this a million times before. Standing up, wobbling a bit, she raised a finger to her lips. “Shhh, I need to go to the little pilots room.” Tongue sticks out at them a bit. “I'll be right back, promise!” Turning, she let them watch her go into the 'fresher. Once in the stall, she played with the datapad, made sure all the data was actually there, that the spy program was working, and it was all decrypted. Sure the new info would be encrypted still, but the Syndicates programs could finish the rest.

Exiting, washing her hands, she headed back out, passing by the bar. She handed off the contact information, and the datapad in a discrete manner to Nika. Yawning, she turned without a word and headed back over to the table, after refilling her glass. She hated this part. It was pointless banter, them trying to pick her up for a fling. But she went through it all, and later dismissed herself properly, heading back to the bar, as they began to get more busy.

When it was all done, the woman just leaned on the bar near Nika, sipping her drink, without a word for now.

[member="Nika Satari"]

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: The Rave
Tags: [member="Rosario Perlyn"]

"I am not human!" Alwine screamed back this time, not merely half screamed. "I am a Lupine!"

She would never take kindly to being called a human. For nineteen years she had been forced to pretend she was one, forced to swallow down the part of her that was the wolf, told time and time again that her life and her family would be in danger if the dark and terribly secret was ever found out. The Confederacy was supposed to have made things better when they'd landed on Stewjon, but instead they had made things worse, and Alwine had nearly died. She would never take kindly to being called a human, even if the mistake was an honest one.

Her hand was taken then, and the young Lupine found herself removed from the bar. It was a small mercy that she managed to grab her mug of mead at the last moment before she was too distant from it, and she drank from it eagerly. Being drunk was not a concern; petite as she may have been, Alwine was still a Stewjoni, bred to be able to consume giant quantities of it without it interfering with her ability to draw a sword.

The words exchanged with the Twi'lek was not understood by Alwine either; kept from being able to receive a proper education, there were only two languages that she knew – Stewjoni, and Basic. Everything else was so new and foreign to her that she did not even know how to tell languages apart by the mere sound of it.

But as the two spoke, Alwine noticed something else. Well, noticed was a harsh word. It was the wolf that reacted, trying to scratch out from beneath the skin, and it took all Alwine had not to begin whimpering in need. What? In need of what? Alwine blinked, confused. She found herself frozen in her spot, unsure of what to do. She wanted something. She was desiring something. And she was understanding none of it.

The pink skinned woman motioned for Alwine to join her on the sofa, and Alwine found herself wanting to almost as soon as her hand touched the velvet fabric that covered it. She sat, sitting with her back very straight, obviously horribly nervous about being here, and about what the wolf within her wanted.

"Because it is important to meet people within the Confederacy," she answered the question, "and I did not know I would hate it. This is a…" Alwine searched for the words, "a dirty party. Not like the other parties of the Confederacy that I have been to."

The smallest of pouts formed on the young Lupine's face. She wanted to get up and leave, go home. But she also wanted to stay around and remain close to Rosario. And the wolf… Simply wanted to be let loose.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Location: Club
Objective: Have fun with Jerek
Equipment: Custom Made Vambrace from her armor

Eyes locked with his, as she sipped the alcoholic drink. She used no such tricks, and didn't run from the emotions inside her, or the choices she made. She did what she meant, meant what she did, and just tried to enjoy life. When he came over to whisper to her, she leaned over, and rested her cheek against his, before she whispered back. Warmth breath tickled his ear, and the scent of nova lily clung to her, which soon surrounded the boy.

“Yes, come on, I know a way.” She reached out with her free hand and entwined their fingers, so they were not separated along the way. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and flashed him the brightest of smiles, before finishing it up with a wink. Time for a little harmless mischief, and get them to a more isolated spot. She honestly didn't mind, she wanted time with him, getting to know him better. He was so handsome, kind, brave, a damned good pilot, and just....she enjoyed his company so much.

As they moved towards the stairs that went to the roof, she noticed one of the club security was stood guard over it. He was a big brute of a gamorrean . She always thought they were adorable, and had wanted to get a security team of them for some time. But lets be honest, they couldn't keep up with her. Most of her droids couldn't either. She was working on that. Allya tapped her cheek a bit, and finally, she waved a hand, and a bottle flew across the room near the pigman's face, which made him squeal in alarm. He grunted and went over to check on where he felt the bottle went. It floated back to Allya's hand and she put it back on the nearby table. With a cheeky grin she ran up the stairs, nearly bounding up them, hand in hand with Jerek.

It took awhile, as the building was several stories tall. Finally, as she she stood at the door to the roof, eyes looked over the door. A small pad was on the side of the door, locking it. Nah, don't force it. She freed her hand from Jerek's for a moment, she took a cord from her vambrace, and plugged it into the locking pad. It was still part of her armor, so much more advanced than anything they used. A small program ran, which disabled the alarm, and unlocked the door. She gave Jerek a big grin, as her hair fell into her face. Once more she grabbed the boy and went outside, the door closed behind them. The door locked behind them, and the alarm reactivated.

Outside, was a roof top garden, and fountains. It was pretty, probably used for special occasions or day time meetings. There was a small bar, fountains, and gardens of pretty flowers. Her eyes went wide, and mouth went agape. “Oh so pretty!”

She spun around, and laughed, as she sat her wine on the edge of the bar. The music was able to be heard, but much less intense in volume. There were no others in the area what so over. Brown eyes once more sought out his, to lock onto them, to make sure he was seeing her, and not some place else. Head tilts, and she finally brushes the hair out of her face. “So....” Hands reached out out and she took his arms, and tried to wrap them around her, letting him know he was welcome to touch. “I'm sorry if I get a bit crazy. I'm a passion sith, the more intense my emotions, the more I...well, the more power I get. But, I also can feed from the emotions from others around me. Isn't it funny? People having fun? Or feeling hope, or joy, happiness, sadness, grief, excitement....these all are my source of the dark side. I love it when a child is born, everyone feels so strongly.”

She felt the need to explain what she was, as she gazed into his eyes, body pressed to his, and her arms wrapped around his neck. He was taller than her, it was kind of fun. “I'm never sure exactly what I am, my uncles and Aunt Srina are always on me to act like a proper Sith, but most have accepted I am one, even if I am an odd breed of one. I think they hope I grow up though. I love life, I love living, and doing, and seeing things. I love feeling things. Like this, honestly I like having you here at my side. A lot. I'm so happy every time we get to do things together. I admit, I even really enjoyed it when you were chasing me on Coruscant. It was a dance, just for us. At the time it seemed inevitable. My Brave and Noble Jedi would hunt down the evil Sith, to protect his heritage, but I had to get away, to keep you out of the eyes of those who wanted to harm me for stealing those relics out from under them. I wanted to tell you so badly, that it would be okay. But even when you caught me...I realized. I had never honestly taken into account your thoughts about it all. And I'm so sorry Jerek. I never meant to harm you, or your history, I never meant to make you feel that way at all. I just didn't think. I thought, before meeting you there, you would be so proud when you found out what I had done. How silly! Haha! But....”

Her body swayed to a slower beat than the music, as they stood like this. “I....think....you are amazing. You make me feel so much. Make me think so much. I never thought about how what I do impacts another in that way. I just thought, if my intentions were good, everything would be okay. That it was right. However.....” She leaned up and kissed his cheek gently. “I am grateful you helped me figure it out. And that you came here with me. And....um...c-can we do a lot more together too?” Eyes looked so hopeful as she looked into his. She chewed lightly on her lower lip.

As the smell of flowers floated all around them, the young woman desperately hoped her words would convey what she felt.

[member="Jerek Zenduu"]

 

[Miel Tevv]

Lux Night Club​

Delta IV​

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"Consider it an insurance policy," Cei shrugged, still keeping the blaster holstered but making no move to take his hand off the grip.

He glanced lazily back and forth between [member="Frielle Kinniak"] and [member="Peyton Steele"], his raised brow making it painfully unsubtle how skeptical he was that the two weren't connected. The duros was used to Alliance types, their hearts were usually in the right place but they lived and died by all these rules on how to behave. Clawing his way to status in the underworld, Captain Kyros had spent his entire life living in shades of gray.

"My mistake, then," he shrugged again and grinned, a wicked curl on his lips that suggested he believed he hadn't done anything of the sort.

When she slid a drink across the table, Cei dexterously swiped it into his palm without spilling a drop, raising it in toast to the rebel operative.

"To friends!" he slapped the table boisterously before downing the glass. Leaning forward with a lecherous look on his face, the duros said more softly, "Sometimes sticking out is the best way to blend in, 'specially round these parts."

Kyros could tell by the look on her face that Frielle was quickly losing patience. He had that effect on people.

"I'm in the real estate game myself," he continued before she could storm off, "Local enterprise mostly, and...start ups. Its an electrum rush down here, ya know? The new frontier."

 

[Rosario Perlyn]

Rosario laughed merrily at the way Alwine described the party. She threw back her head and rested it atop the backrest of the sofa, but turned it to look at the other girl in a way that made her neck appear somewhat contorted. Yet she seemed to receive no discomfort from it.

She seemed momentarily distracted. The sensations that flooded her consciousness overwhelmed her - the texture of the sofa where it touched her skin, the tingling sensation that flowed through her body and made her shiver, the music that did not merely wash over, but through her. And the insane concoction of emotions that was seething in the room. The spice had a way of amplifying her pre-existing sensitivity even further, sometimes to the point that her mind seemed no longer distinct from another person's and she would lose her grasp on who the thoughts and feelings belonged to, or even on what it meant for a feeling to be one person's as opposed to another's.

She wasn't there yet, not tonight - and for a moment, the prospect frightened her. That girl next to her was intense. Despite, or perhaps because of, her uncomfortableness, she was keeping her composure very well, looking very prim and adorable in that dress that was so ill-matched with the occasion; but there was more to her, somewhere in the background there was an almost impalpable savage element. Rosario couldn't quite put her finger on what it was and what it wanted.

Then, suddenly, as if coming out of a reverie, her full attention was on Alwine again. "The Confederacy? Are you part of the government?" she asked with interest.

That moment, the twi'lek girl came back with a small metal case. Rosario straightened up again and reached out to take it, almost enveloping Poy's hand with hers in the process, touching her fingers far more than would have been necessary. "<Thank you, Poy!>" she said with a beaming smile.

She leaned forwards, busying herself with opening the tiny case over the table, then presented it to Alwine. It was filled with a fine white powder. "Just dip your pinky finger in it like this", she instructed, demonstrating the gesture without quite reaching the powder and then licking her finger. "This whole situation here" - she gestured into the room - "will start making a lot more sense."

"Also... What's a Lupine?" she eventually asked with a curiously sheepish smile as if she were embarrassed for her own lack of education.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]​

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

Delta IV

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Lux Nightclub
[member="Cei Kyros"]

"Right then," she moved on and remarked, "perhaps you'd fit better in the Outer Rim, but yeah - final frontier and all that jazz. Lookin' to set up shop in the Confederacy, or were you lookin' to sell?"

She knocked back a shot and settled into the seat while the bass continued to thump drowning out any other sound with it. Startups and local enterprises were one thing, she titled her head a moment and studied the duros' features again. "Yeah, speakin' of start ups. Might have a bit of an operation, I represent the good men and women of Three Moons Supply and Development, we'd be rightly interested in some... warehouse space or even a small shipyard, nothing too fancy. We're a small group, franchisin' out so to speak."

"Can I get 'nother shot, yeah, double then would ya? Thanks." Frielle had waved down a waiter and ordered up another round, she shifted in the seat again and adjusted her jacket. "What kinda price you lookin' at or maybe we can square off on a trade?" She offered lastly, her eyes scanned the club again having lost track of the pretty blonde. Then again, she suspected that was all part of the gig, bloody spooks she thought a moment before returning her focus to the duros.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Location: On the roof
Equipment: Outfit with T-Shirt, Hololink
Nearby: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]
Objective: Enjoy Yourself

(Post Soundtrack: Next In Line by Walk the Moon)​

Jerek chuckled at the trick Allya had used on the Gamorrean guard. His masters would have disapproved, but he didn't care right now. There wasn't much else the boy's thoughts were focused on except for the dark-haired girl in the red dress ahead of him. He climbed up the stairs with her, giddy on every step as his head floated higher and higher.

"Wow," was his reaction to the sight at the top of the club building. They emerged out into an empty terrace where Jerek had expected bare duracrete and industrial systems. Apparently the club went all out on extravagance, and the teen had to wonder at who could afford such opulence. He wondered only briefly, his attention returning to the girl and her light feet in the open-aired atrium. Red danced among green as she spun, and he grinned a mirthful grin at the sight of it, feeding more effort into the grin than he had before.

Up here, away from the bright lights and the crowds and the oppressive beat of the music, it was easier for Jerek to think. The thoughts that were fuzzy downstairs slowly coalesced into precision, and the more precise they became, the more self-conscious of his own actions he was. He felt her against him, and then around him, pulling his arms to do the same. His hands felt damp from nervous sweat, making the boy glad they were touching Allya's dress and not her skin. His heart beat so loudly in his ears that he was certain she could hear it, too, even if she gave no indication through her words.

He wasn't really sure how to handle it as Allya poured her heart out to him. His inner voice mentally screamed at every reference she made to the Sith, and he had to resist nodding when she referred to them satirically as evil. He didn't want to be seen as mocking her or her heritage, even though the teachings ingrained in him since childhood called her beliefs and morals misguided at best. The boy inside him battled the Jedi he was, a fight he felt himself weakening against.

Taking a hand away from Allya, Jerek grabbed the cup of wine she had set on the counter, and took a hard gulp. This time he let the drink do its job without interference, he definitely needed a distraction now.

Not that a kiss on the cheek itself wasn't a good one.

Before Jerek let himself open his mouth, he set the cup down, bringing his free hand up to her face and brushing back a lock of hair that had come free. It hovered there as he hesitated, wanting more, but unsure if he should reach for it. The Jedi had taught him to be selfless and respectful, that desire and attachment was dangerous if not kept in check. But the excitement that coursed through his veins said otherwise, urged him towards action. Could his own body really betray him? He settled for placing the hand on her shoulder, a compromise he didn't like but would force himself to.

"We can do plenty, like, uhh..." the boy trailed off, wondering just how he was going to answer that. It's not like he could bring a Sith to a Jedi training session, or expect her to help on a mission like the one to Ossus or Jablim. Or, well, he had no idea what normal beings did for dates. "Stuff like this, dancing, but in someplace less crowded? Or going flying, just not when it's a deadly chase with me against you, right?"

That was a good start, right?

"Or maybe, umm, do you ever watch Holoflix?"

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Location: Roof Top

With: [member="Jerek Zenduu"]

Objective: Get to know this guy better



Allya leaned into his touch, as his hand rested on her shoulder. Her body was firm, and yet has a layer of softness to it as well. Head tilted as he talked, as she hung on the boy's every word like it was needed for her to keep breathing. Without much thought her body swayed to the beat of the music that came from below, and her head bobbed side to side.

As she wrinkled her nose, the girl burst into laughter. “Yeah, but, deadly chases are fun. You learn a lot about the other person during them. But I think you are right. I would love to fly against you in a sim though. I think I could learn so much about flying from you. Maybe be your co-pilot or something!” Eyes shone with so much excitement at this thought. “Oh! And I love holoflix, I got hooked on this show called Sithier Things. I watched a couple episodes, and just was hooked ever since. I admit, I'm not caught up right now, but, by the force is it amazing.” As she spoke of it, the girl literally bounced on her toes, in a bubbly manner.

“Oh! Duh! Hey, hey, hey, um....” Allya blushed a bit, and looked to the side, as she chewed on her lower lip. “Um, would you like to meditate sometime? I admit, I practice it a lot, but I only had a week to learn it, and I am probably doing it wrong. And the people I am always with are TOTALLY whack when it comes to stuff like this.” Head moved back to him, eyes shone with such joy and excitement. The expression across her face was one of complete relaxation and happiness.

“Um, oh, I also read holocomics. Like, a lot. You should see my room.” The girl stuck her tongue out playfully at him. “Honestly, I collect all the Jedi Adventure comics. My dad just rolls his eyes! I can't blame him. I also collect limited figurines of modern Jedi Masters, like Coren Starchaser and others.” She nodded firmly. “I admit, I am a weirdo. I love studying the Jedi, and just all that stuff. I started traveling to Silver's Rest just to watch the training and stuff. Weird right?” One dark hand reached up to run fingers through her hair, before her attention rested back on Jerek. Allya impulsively pulled him to the bar counter. Hand reached behind it, where she grabbed more sweet wine, and glasses. With them firmly in her grasp, the girl then dragged him back to the couches. Once she placed the glasses and bottles on the table, she then sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her. “Hey, sit with me? Please? And what about you? Do you have any hobbies and stuff?"

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Tag: [member="Darth Metus"]

”So did I, but looks can be deceiving. You’d probably know, Isley,” the clone said in a calming manner. Unlike the Sith Lord, he was not angry. Be foolish to be angry. He was more so...upset and disappointed in his past actions. Actions that couldn’t be reversed unless some wizard had the power to change all that. What life could be back then? One would never knew, but they could imagine it in their world. Have countless happy imaginations that would never touch the fabric of reality.

Oh, what a shame it was really.

But the chance to start over again could still happen. Start fresh with a clean slate.

”I’m glad you have reasoning, could’ve used some of that a long time ago,” and gestured the Verd fo follow him to a a vacated table. Guards were still alarmed and on their guard. They weren’t Fett to Canal’s taste, but something was better than nothing. He changed, yet he still religiously believed that his own blood was superior than whatever grunts fought in the Galaxy. None possessed the efficiency of a Fett clone. They would get the mission done no matter what.

”No doubt you want to get a good jab on me or two which I could hardy blame you. Times changed and I’ve long realized my actions were poorly made ones, but it was already too late when that revelation came. Though maybe I could start clean again. It’s the main reason I allowed you and your band to dock their ships here. I’ve heard some news about a reborn confederacy led by the same man I knew back then. Figured this would be my chance to settle things straight and correct my mistakes. I’ve always been stubborn to apologize, so...I’m sorry, Isley.”

The apology was genuine, yet a pain to utter. The Fet was really never good at them.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: The Rave
Tags: [member="Rosario Perlyn"]

Alwine remained seated, almost frozenly so. She felt no comfort or desire to lean against the cough, though the idea of getting on all fours and shredding it while rubbing her skin against it at the same time seemed desirable to her. It was by pure chance that she knew her mind well enough to know that this was not her true will; but how much longer would she be able to keep so still? How long before the wolf took over, and insanity took over the wolf?

"Government?" she asked, confused, most of her attention still working on keeping the wolf down, "no, I am with the Knights Obsidian. A combatant."

Brown eyes followed the movements as the Twi'lek returned and gave something to Rosario, and suddenly Alwine was presented with… A powder? Was she being offered this? Oh, she was not entirely ignorant, though she came from a backwater planet; she'd seen the Lords of Stewjon use these things to get people into…

Alwine stared at Rosario. Was she trying to get her to take spice so she would willingly enter her bed? A low growl came from her throat then, a sound that no human vocal chords could ever hope to make.

"A Lupine is a shapeshifter; human and wolf," she explained, though the anger was so tangible it could be licked.

Wait, licked? No. Alwine shook her head, trying to regain her senses with little luck. "Why are you offering me spice?" she gasped, breathing hard. Did she even need them? With a Lupine's sensitive sense of smell, it seemed the pheromones were taking their effect, though step by step; it was probably her strength of self that kept them from taking her over entirely.

But that meant… That with or without the spice, Alwine would soon find herself be doing things she would otherwise not do.

The mere thought of it was enough to keep her frozen on that sofa.

 

[Rosario Perlyn]

Rosario tilted her head and looked curiously at the girl. She didn't know what the Knights Obsidian were, but the notion that this cute little girl should involve herself in violence was outlandish. She must have misheard. The little Zeltron shrugged off the thought, her attention already caught by the next revelation. She couldn't for the life of her understand why her companion would be so annoyed, nor was she even sure that the annoyance was directed at herself. In fact, it seemed to her that it was not, being more of a revolt against the situation as a whole, or perhaps even against something going on in the girl's own mind. "Oh! I didn't know", said Rosario apologetically and somewhat disconcerted. "There are so many different kinds in the universe. I once met a boy who was the same, except he could turn into a bear. He had very fluffy fur. Are you fluffy?"

Alwine seemed quite upset at the offer of spice, and Rosario withdrew her hand with the case hastily, looking at the girl with astonished incomprehension. Something was going on that she didn't at all understand. For a moment she felt as if she had lost the ground under her feet and were about to tumble down into a dark place, and her expression morphed quickly as a whirlwind of confusing emotions displayed itself in her physical form, a bout of anxiety and insecurity that at first gave way to concern - but then it was as if the dark place she had thought the was falling towards turned out not to even exist! It wasn't that she had caught herself through any act of will or concentration, but as though her mind had suddenly remembered that it was simply not able to feel dark emotions. She broke into a smile, still guarded at first, but rapidly brightening. "Why, because it makes the music make sense... ! In fact, it's going to make this whole thing" - she made a wide gesture at the room with her arm - "make a whole lot more sense to you. It's quite... enlightening, really, not to mention enjoyable."

She gave the girl an encouraging look. Alwine seemed tortured by something incomprehensible when the key to the experience was to let go. It was almost unbearable to watch, and Rosario was overwhelmed by the desire to help. At this moment, the other girl's palpable anguish seemed like the biggest problem in the entire world.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]​