Eat, Drink & Be Merry

[Valae Heavenshield]

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The doors to Silver Rest had been opened to receive members of the Order and their guests. It was a lovely evening on Kashyyyk, the sun was beginning to dip below the trees, illuminating the sky in a golden hue. Though the darkness would settle over the landscape soon, the air was still pleasantly warm. It was a lovely night to entertain.

And that’s just what Grandmaster Kitra intended to do.

Valae bustled about the main hall, chestnut eyes taking in every detail and feature – everything from the music, to the floral garlands that adorned the space, and the array of appetizers that would soon be making the rounds. She lifted a delicate canapé from a nearby tray and gave it a taste. “Mmm,” She gave an appreciative nod to one of the servers to signal that it was very, very good. The table settings were simple, but tasteful -- there were enough seats for many guests. There was even a portion of the hall that was ready for dancing, but at the moment there was soft music to welcome everyone. Servers were standing by with trays of drinks and appetizers, and their feast would soon be set out for guests to dine at their leisure.

Since they their move from Voss, the Silver Jedi had done had their share of diplomatic meetings. It was always nice to greet friends and allies, but this was the first time that they would gather to truly celebrate. After all, the Order of the Silver Jedi had seen their share of difficult times. She wanted to do something to give back to her people -- it was her way of thanking them for their support. Of course, the offer of food and drink was quite simple, but such things did have a way of bringing people together. Valae hoped that their allies would be present as well, it would be a good chance to strengthen their sense of camaraderie.

“Grandmaster,” Valae’s aide appeared at her side. “Guests will be arriving shortly.”

It was the woman’s way of saying ‘go finish getting ready.’ With a quick nod, Valae dashed away to a private room. As she retreated into the solitude of the quiet quarters, she wondered how [member="Jake Daniels"] was getting on. She’d left him to his own devices for the afternoon, so that she could be available at the temple. A quick glance at the clock told her that he would be there within the next few minutes to collect her, and they could make their entrance together. Valae changed into her gown, a sparkly blue number. Her hair was swept back into a simple style, and she even dabbed on a bit of lipstick.

The whole ensemble was very different than her usual fashions.

She smoothed down the fabric of her dress, blinking at the unfamiliar reflection in the mirror. Stepping into a pair of heels, she took a few hesitant steps -- she hoped that she’d be able to make it through the night.

OOC | Open to all members of the Silver Jed and their allies/friendly factions (IE, CIS, FWC, ORC and GA). If you are not a member of any of these factions, and would like an invite -- post here!

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

A celebration. By the Force, how long had it been since he had attended a good celebration? It felt like far, far too long. He was out of touch, and now he was getting a prime opportunity to fix such an issue. In his quarters in the temple, he stood in front of a mirror. Aidan did not own what anyone could consider fancy clothing, so instead he put on his best tunic with his cloak wrapped around the back. As always, his eyepatch adorned his face, covering the scarred mess that was his right eye. He had cleaned it up for the evening, so it didn't look too roughspun. Not that it helped, it always looked roughspun, but he thought that the area where his eye used to be tended to ruin good times, so it was better than the alternative.

Straightening his clothing, he stared into the mirror, ensuring he was truly ready. He wasn't always the most sociable of people, the Force knew that. Before, he had preferred to stay by himself, practicing his swordplay rather than engage in any social activity. Things were different, now. He was apart of a group, and he needed to embrace that. So, off to the celebration he went.

He was alone when he came to the hall. He had no escort, no one to enter with him. The closest things he had to friends so far were [member="Stephanie Swail"] and [member="Reggie Faayare"], and he wasn't sure they were yet close enough to go together to an event like this. So, alone he went. It was a beautiful place, with good music, good decorations, and it looked like good food, as well. All the stops had been pulled, and he was glad. It would be nice to relax and enjoy himself in such an environment.

Aidan entered, noting that he was among the first to arrive. That was fine. He needed some time to adjust himself to this fancy setting, anyway. The first thing he did was get a drink. He had not had any sort of alcohol in over four years. His first taste was at this celebration, and it was good. Very good. Now, to wait, and see who else would arrive, for the entire purpose was to socialize, was it not?

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Reggie was not used to going to such gatherings. He never had the opportunity to attend one and he never was interested in them either. Socializing was nice, one of Reggie's favorite thing to do, but big groups made him uncomfortable sometimes. For the occasion, he went out to buy a purple tunic, pants, jacket, and some nice shoes. It was definitely more fashionable than what Reggie was used to.

When he arrived the first thing he did was search around for someone he knew. It was a day to have fun and socialize, so that's what he planned on doing. The first person he found was [member="Aidan Moonrunner"], so he decided to go say hello to the man.

"Greetings Master Aidan! It's nice to see you again, it's been awhile since our last meeting."

 

[Rick Kaloo]

The truth was that Rick was feeling very uncomfortable about this party. There were so much Jedi, and he wasn't sure of their expectations, and didn't want the party to turn into another business meeting. Rick had gone through far too many of those. He had parked a borrowed civilian ship in the nearby forest since Ne-Cal had yet to produce shuttles of their own, and flying in with an armed corvette would likely be seen as extremely offensive. A shuttle design would have to be yet another thing on Rick's endless agenda.

As he exited the tranquil beauty of the forest trail, he began to hear casual chatter, and sprawled out in front of him, was a large gray building complex, inside of which he had heard the party would be held at. Rick arrived at a polished gray path and began to travel toward the complex, others being relatively scarce due to his early timing. Even to the few people here, he was easily unrecognizable except for the fact that he wore all white clothing and had a small brown pin on the top left of his shirt containing a circle with triangles spaced away from the circle facing outward from it in all directions, the symbol of Ne-Cal Military Engineering. Eventually, he came to a reception area. There was a relatively short line, and he was approved into the facility quickly enough. Now it was time for him to relax, for once.

 

[Andy Khor]

"Better time to meet everyone right?" he thought to himself while entering the room with a common black suit. He left Hex outside with his helmet, so he wouldnt be able to canalize the force. He also left his lightsaber, but he expected that nobody would be stupid enough to attack a hall full of veteran master jedis. The space travel got him tired but a little meditation practice was better than waste time watching a movie.

He didnt knew what to do, as he havent met anyone apart from Ronin, and even his jedi training wasnt finished. Walking and sitting in one being alone and weird bother him. Standing on the limits of the room alone bother him. And so he would do the only thing he was better at, by using his comms "Hex, come here. We will be in charge of the music" a minute later, the droid approach floating "But do you have permission from Valae?" he did not take that into account, but Hex was right. Andy didnt knew anybody "Dude...why do you have to be like that..." People started to enter the hall, and it would be crowded in minute "Alright, I will chat with anybody that seems interested, but you will have to stay close" "Here to serve you"

A mon calamari entered the room and so Andy approach "Hello. Im Andy Khor, new to the Silver Jedi. You are?" it was the most unconfortable introduction of his life, but at least he was in his youth...

[member='Rick Kaloo']

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Rick began to walk through the facility, joining the group of people heading for a small building nearby. Eventually he realized that it was a dining hall, filled with food. People began to pour in, and he did the same, searching for a proper seat. A young male Jedi, a human with brown hair and a black suit, materialized from out of the crowd and walked toward him.

"Hello. Im Andy Khor, new to the Silver Jedi. You are?"

"I'm Rick Kaloo, owner of Ne-Cal Military Engineering, an arms company aligned with the Galactic Alliance, and a captain in their navy. I hope I can get a break from all the business and warring for once, I barely survived my last battle." Memories of Hoth suddenly flew into his head, the Order battlecruiser's shields deflecting Defiance's turbolasers effortlessly, corvettes surrounding the crippled vessel like bloodthirsty hounds, the ship ripping violently in half, how he barely escaped alive. He would improve, make sure not to think the same way cost him his flagship. When his new flagship was completed in the Ne-Cal docks, he would make sure of it.

Rick snapped back into focus, not wanting to leave the Jedi staring. "These have been rough days, and it's been difficult to move forward. I must get to a seat now a Hutt takes up the last sixteen chairs." Despite his usual seriousness, he let out a grin before walking away, examining the building. It was a simple design, beautiful in its simplicity. There were long tables spread out across the room, and there were plenty of seats open. He took a seat at a chair on near the middle of the central table and looked down on the table. Like the building structure, it was simple in a way appealing to the eye, with a plate, ice water, and multiple pieces of silverware. Rick took a sip of the water and then waited patiently for the appetizers, nervousness building up inside him.

[member="Andy Khor"]

 

[Jsc]

Jessica arrived alongside somebody she never brought anywhere. Her husband.

"So?" She smiled and took his arm, "First time to Kashyyyk?"

He smiled back and nodded, "Yeah. I guess, so. Ha. Nice place you got here. It's uh... Comfy."

"And tall. And fuzzy. And full of giant teddy bears. Hehe."

He turned and nodded with a chuckle, "Well then. I suppose I'll have to visit more often."

Together they entered the party. She in a long silver dress and he in a long black cloak. Finding [member="Valae Kitra"] nearer the walkway, Jessica began introductions.


"Grandmaster Valae Kitra. May I introduce, Justin Ashton Matthews. My husband and a controlling partner of Deacon Five's largest banking conglomerate. ...Justin. Valae Kitra."

"Hey there." He smiled and bowed lightly, "Nice to meet cha'."

 

[Eugen Aker]

As an agent of the Collections and Security Division, Jihun had possessed no particular love for the Silver Jedi or their cause, but he certainly did love the generous contracts they threw the IGBC's way. So for the upcoming banquet being hosted on Kashyyyk, the mercenary was only more than happy to attend and represent his employer.

While Lara finished primping upstairs, Jihun waited for her in the kitchen, enjoying a mug of sweet white tea as he watched the sun set over Alaris Prime. Day quickly giving away to night, starry scape dominated by the large rust colored gas giant that was Alaris.

Down below was an expanse of forests and mountains that stretched all the way coastline of a vast ocean. While Alaris Prime was much more urbanized than Kashyyyk as a major technology hub, much of the planet remained untouched by civilization. What infrastructure had developed was all carefully managed to mesh with its surroundings.

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, he decided to go check up on Lara's progress. Such functions like the banquet were regular events for Jihun, but not so much for Lara, having beginnings as small time farmer from the Outer Rim.

"How goes it?" he inquired after stepping into the room. Save for his jacket hanging on the back of a chair downstairs, he was all ready to go in his slim navy suit. A single chromed atomic watch hung around his left wrist, the ornate time piece serving little more than a status symbol.

​[member="Lara Fairfax"]

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami had heard rumors that the Silver Jedi had moved off of Voss. And then heard little else from them, running into a couple of acquaintances during the Incursion event though obviously not having much time to speak with anyone. The fact that he had drifted away from the Silvers was through no fault of theirs, he was simply a wanderer, something that wasn't easily changed. Given that he only owned one ship that was unarmed he had to bring one of the fighters otherwise finding a landing spot would take forever. With that singular thought in mind he chose to take his Amara class interceptor as transportation to the event.

Admittedly the man had never been known to dress up much for any sort of event, whether or not it was for the best. In his mind he was but a simple pilot so had no reason to even own 'nice clothes.' The could be seen in the fact that he showed up in his armored flight suit, first class bloodstripes proudly displayed, though oddly absent were his normal assortment of weapons, instead only his lightsaber hanging at his left hip. The hilt was partially covered by his flight jacket.

Kashyyyk was just as much jungle as he had remembered and he was immediately happy to have chosen the interceptor as his means of getting here. It still took a bit to find the temple, but to him flying through the heavy woods was relaxing, and once he found the temple he transmitted his clearance code. Once landed, he stepped out of the fighter, taking a few moments to look around at the setting of this gala. It was striking in its simplicity. Removing his helmet and clipping it to his belt he made his way to reception and eventually further into the gathering itself. As he passed a waiter he grabbed a glass of what he took to be Whyren's Reserve. He scanned the area to find any familiar faces, most here he was unfamiliar with.

While doing so he did catch sight of Jessica Matthews, recognizing her as one of t he Jedi that he had fought alongside during the battle against the Contingency. That whole thing still didn't seem entirely real to him. For now he would just walk the halls and see what was open to guests, even if the Silvers still considered him a member, he wasn't entirely sure.

 

[Jake Daniels]

It was odd to walk through the halls of Silver Rest when he wasn't training new Padawans. That had become his forte' of sorts as of late. He was the Silvers go to trainer when it came to lightsaber lessons. When he wasn't training, Jake spent his time at home, or more specifically Valae's home. Even though he spent nearly every night there, the man ensured that he always remembered it was her; not his. Still, thats where he had been all afternoon. While Valae had gone to Silver Rest to prepare for the day's activities, Jake was left behind to get ready.

As Jake continued to walk through, passing some Jedi he knew and other hes didn't, he kept a smile on his face. He felt good. Physically Jake looked as nice as he ever would. He was known for wearing nicer outfits. Why? He didn't want to be a slob for Valae. She deserved the best. Plain and simple. Still Jake would admit he felt special being this dressed up. Again, it was for Val. A semi-tuxedo ensemble; Jake didn't go over the top formal wearing tails or having a bow tie. This was an open house. If anyone wanted to see Jake in a full tuxedo then they'd have to wait for a very special occasion he hoped would soon come. First he had to ask a certain something; though that would definitely be soon. In fact, Jake had carried a small box on his person ever since receiving it on Midvinter. Tonight said box rested in his jackets breast pocket.

Mentally? Jake felt as good as he ever had. Jake had a breakthrough during a meditation session that seemed to lock his dark passenger away in a cell. That cell was firmly shut, secured, and hidden away within his very soul. It allowed for the side of Jake rarely seen; the sociable, the polite, the charismatic individual to emerge. Was Jake suspicious of others? Yes. Did he like being around groups of strangers? No. Tonight wasn't about him though. It was about Valae and the Silver Jedi.

As he rounded a corner, Jake arrived at the room that Grandmaster [member="Valae Kitra"] was preparing in. Jake smiled to one of Valae's waiting aides, whom stepped aside to let Jake in. The moment he entered, the man was dumbstruck by the beauty before him.

"You are absolutely beautiful, Mon Cheri'." Jake said coming to a momentary stop just inside the now closed door to admire the Lioness in front of him. "I fear I will need to fend off suitors with a cane when eyes befall you this evening."

Jake let out a small laugh, "I do hope I am presentable." This was the first time that Valae and Jake would appear at an event with one another. Jake's only fear? He'd be an embarrassment for Valae.

"This is a big step for us. Are you ready?" Jake asked.

Quietly he pressed his forehead to Valae's; the bond on the force igniting like it always seemed to do the moment flesh touched flesh. Taking her arm into his own, Jake escorted Valae out of the room. They had made it no more than a few steps before being approached by [member="Jessica Matthews"], a woman Jake had never met, nor seen, before. The woman's introduction indicated she knew Valae. The woman introduced the man with her; Justin Matthews. He showed a formality that came off natural. Dashing man with a dashing wife; they made quite the cute couple.

 

[Freja Liekvold]

Freja was not new to these sort of events, as he had attended them before on few occasions. Most of them being due to the fact that Arisa had dragged him along, but he enjoyed them nevertheless. Currently the male would be struggling to crawl out of bed, being rather comfy in the soft mattress. Having his phone blowing up with notifications, he'd be forced to lean out from his bed to the drawer next to him. Grabbing the device he'd see multiple messages from Arisa telling him to get ready. Groaning softly the male would abide to the woman’s request, slipping out of bed onto his two feet.

Scratching the top of his head, the hazy-eyed man would stroke his fingers through the thick golden locks, pushing his hair up out of his face. Making his way over to the bathroom, he'd stare into the mirror, admiring his reflection. The pilot would raise his left hand to stroke the faint facial hair on his chin, humming as he tilted his head back.


​" Huh, maybe it's time for a shave. . . "​


Freja would reach with the same hand, down to a razor on the counter. Picking it up he'd wash it off and clean up his face, once done returning the tool back to where he had picked it up from. Having his face now cleaned up, Freja would exit the bathroom and make his way over the the closet. Opening the sliding doors, he'd reveal his luxurious purple suit given to him by Arisa. She often gave him his clothing for the events, not wanting to clash. He didn't mind this, because most often times than not, she picked out stylish attire.

Pulling the suit off the rack, he'd lay it out on the bed. Taking the suit and spreading all the individual pieces across the bed, doing this to be organized. Removing his current clothes, Freja would set them in a hamper in the corner of his room. Sliding on the silky pants and white button up, he'd grab his tie and make his way back into the bathroom to use the mirror. Needing its assistance to properly make the tie. After that was accomplished he'd make his way back into the room, grabbing his matching purple coat he'd throw it on swiftly. Pulling each arm through the sleeve, then shrugging his shoulders in a quick motion to correct any imbalances in the jacket. Pulling on the collar to straighten it out, Freja would feel rather confident on his appearance, this being obvious by the smirk on his face.

He didn't have much else to do other than fix his hair and slide on his shoes, so in the meantime he'd respond to Arisa, letting her know that he had gotten ready for the event.

[member="Jyoti"]​

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Invitation: Open invitation to CIS members
  

Aya might have declined once, the offer to join a banquet that was, on principle of her undeserved privilege to celebrate aught of importance. However, as she had spent much time working, and training, and growing stronger with each day in her swordsmanship, she felt she had some accomplishments to her name once more worth the small break. So, she had accepted the invitation of the SJO, taking the time to make sure her uniform was well cleaned, pressed and prepared for the day's event. After all she was a General, and the rank insignia pinned to the uniform necessitated a properly kept uniform behind it. Taking transport yet again, as she lacked any piloting skills, it was a lengthy journey, yes, but it was a relaxing stroll through the forest so to speak.

When she stepped off the transport, the woman immediately began to cut a noble figure against her surroundings, her lengthy coat fluttering like feathered wings behind her as she strode forth and a well polished sword strapped to her hip. Her left hand rested under the crossguard, on the scabbard itself, and the slight smile on her lips told of her sense of calm, relaxed security in this environment, and the glimmer in her eyes contained an almost childlike wonder at yet another new world to see. No matter how many planets she went to, no matter how many species she met, it was always awe inspiring to her. She almost wanted to cry for joy at the new opportunity, she'd made a good choice today.

When one of the staff politely requested that she not carry her blade alongside her, as most Jedi (a few of whom simply had to be carrying even now) could hide their weapons, she could not. Just loud enough for them to hear, her Twi'leki tinged accent almost seemed to help her words contain a certain lyricism to them. "Much like your patron's lightsaber, my blade holds meaning to me and has become intrinsic to my being. Politely I must request to keep it, though on my honor I will not draw it." Some more flowery language later, and she was finally able to convince them to let her through to the hall, immediately realizing she did not personally recognize anyone. It wouldn't be until she scanned the crowd she would notice [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], the only other Confederacy member she could see. Ah well, it meant she could interact with someone new.

She politely took an offered glass of, well she hoped it was wine as she suspected, and gently sipped the drink as she looked over the crowd calmly. Most everyone besides Kurayami was busy with their own conversation as far as she could see, and it would be rude to intrude so swiftly. So instead, she offered her fellow Confederate a small nod, acknowledging his presence politely, as she continued waiting for the opportunity to expand her sphere of interaction. She could wait, she could easily wait.

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

"Let's not pull another one of those... drunken moments again... " Jerit thought as he entered into the banquet hall. He remembered the time where he went to a trooper's bar and got so drunk in front of the used to be grand master, Arisa Yune. He chuckled to himself and had begun to to admire all of the new Jedi to accompany the glorious Silver Jedi Order. After his very brief break from studying of the force, Jerit decided he needed more and when he got the invitation to the banquet, he was very much excited. He saw all kinds of Jedi and Non-Jedi in the hall, a lot of whom the young padawan had never met. He felt a bit awkward in his Jedi robe accompanied by his father's lightsaber. He saw a female maybe about 2 or 3 years older walk by and she gave him a quick glance and smiled. She walked up to him.

"Don't mess this up!" Jerit thought to himself.

The woman introduced herself. Her name was Karani and she is a new Padawan to a master Jerit has never heard of. He smiles as she talked, making sure he seemed interested in what she was saying, which he really was! After her introduction, Jerit calmly replied,

"My name's Jerit! It is a pleasure! You wanna take a seat with me and chat some more?" He cannot believe what he was saying! Jerit had never had such an interest in someone like this before. Maybe it was the nervousness overtaking himself that he just said that out of nowhere? Who knows, but the boy was absolutely ecstatic when Karani smiled once more and answered yes.

The two sat at a lone table and talked about their journies as Jedi and what they are most looking forward to in the future of their lives...

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Tana enjoyed a little party, hang out with friends, make new ones, eat food, and tease people along the way, though this party turned out to be more a social gathering, sort of like a fancy dress party or what now for all people on good terms with the SJO to hang out and have fun. Not really his cut of tea but the though of meeting with people from different factions and other places may be fun, unfortunately his mother had decided to show up, which was slightly mind boggling since Kurenai never seemed to be interested in parties, as such the two where accompanying one another into the main foray where the social gathering was being held.

"You know mother, I never expected to see you in nice clothes, but don't you think our attire is the wrong way around", typical of himself Tana had donned a feminine light red yukata given to him by his master, elegant but also made from some heavy dusty material, making the somewhat fragile piece of clothing combat capable. This was in stark comparison to his mother who had chosen to wear a more tight fitting dress suit that would have looked more in place on a man then her, to on lookers it probably looked a little odd.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

It was true Kurenai was not much or a party person, or really a people person at that, but her last attendance to a social gathering had lea to meeting with some unusual people, so in her mind it was worth coming here, especially with so many different factions coming together. Though that was not the entire reason, her son Tansuki had never been to a formal gathering before, and knowing his attitude a fight would break out at some point, or his constant flirting would cause other problems, something that she did not want to happen any time soon.

As the duo walked through the corridors towards the banquette hall Kurenai slight sighed at her sons quip, "That may be true, but from at least my point of view, the clothes which I am wearing are that of a woman's, yours on the other hand... you know what, never mind, I know there is no point in arguing with you, but on that note being my son you should know that dresses are of no interest to me". For this party, and all those that she had attended in the past Kurenai had worn her usually dress suit black pants, white shirt and a navy blue vest, along with a necklaces and high heel boots.

Hopefully today would go well, it was a shame Sky'ito could not join, her slightly wayward daughter running off on some big adventure again with another Jedi in search of crystals and Holocrons.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

As the tutorial drew to a close on Lara's datapad, she compared her results in the mirror to the ones in the video. Her eyeliner was, perhaps, a little thinner than the model in the video, but she didn't think that her eyeshadow, a nice pale blue that complemented the icy blue color of her gown. She looked over her shoulder as [member="Cardinam"] came in. "That's awfully brave, coming in before knowing whether I was dressed," Lara said with a smirk as she turned back to the mirror. She selected a lipstick from her bag, a gentle and neutralish pink. "Who would've guessed," said Lara as she began to carefully apply the glossy color to her lips, speaking gingerly to avoid smudges, "that the contents of a simple ladies' makeup kit would be just as confusing and difficult to operate as a dodgy AR-47."

She smirked at him in the reflection of the mirror before finally finishing up her makeup and turning to face Jihun. "Don't you clean up nicely," said the small-time farmer, taking a silver clip from her kit and using it to clasp her platinum hair in place. When she was finally done, she turned fully back towards her companion for the evening. "Well, you know better than I. Will I do?" She spread her hands and looked down at her dress.

 

[Malok]

Darth Metus adjusted his tie.

It was at the suggestion of [member="Srina Talon"] that he out of the comfort zone this evening. Typically, whenever he wasn't shooting at someone, the Vicelord could be seen wearing a standard tie. Nothing flashy. Reserved. Maybe a funky color if a holiday was imminent. However, having been teased one too many times regarding looking elderly, he had decided to take her advice of trying something new. For the occasion, his apprentice had hand-picked a checkered bow tie to round out his attire for the evening. And frankly, it just felt...off.

But, the night wasn't about him. It was about making up to her.

Of course, as Vicelord he had to make an appearance. It was a show of support for the new bond between the Confederacy and the Silver Jedi - a night that all could come together and celebrate. However, the bundle of excitement on his arm was another story. You see, whenever the Sith inadvertently messed up in regards to his apprentice, he created a debt. And tonight, bringing the young Echani as his plus one was the latest payment. The debt itself was incurred during the Golbah Games, where she had expressed supreme dissatisfaction at the Gamemaster's methods.

Darth Metus found them hilarious.

Regardless.

It was not shortly after the initial wave of guests that the Vicelord and his apprentice entered the Hall. Together, they were as Night and Day. Whilst his sulfuric gaze swept over the beautified interior of the Temple, Darth Metus was soon approached by an offer. A platter of beverages was walking by and he just could not refuse. His offhand reached out and claimed a single glass. It was gently iced, had a nice aroma...and upon taking a sip noted a dropkick's worth of alcohol content.

The Jedi sure as chit knew how to throw a party.

[member="Srina Talon"], [member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

"Can't believe I had to spend good credits on a dress."
She continued to mutter to herself about the garment in question, the non-existent sleeves of her dress exposing her heavily tattooed and scarred arms, feeling uncomfortable out of her jacket. That jacket was part of her, her signature. Without it, she was naked. Almost as naked as she felt without her guns, which she had been told would be frowned upon to bring. So fine, no guns. When she had suggested bringing her lightsaber, she had also received a frown, and even her axe. Nyx had not been without a single weapon for longer than she could remember. And she would not start that tradition tonight, for in her boot she had slipped a small knife. She didn't plan on starting anything, it just made her feel better. She didn't like being defenseless.

She had considered bringing one of her gang members as her plus one, but that was most likely not a very good idea. The mercenary was the most refined out of all of them, and that was not saying much. So they stayed on her ship, and she came down alone. There had better be fething alcohol at this thing, or she was going to lose her mind.

Nyx entered the hall and lazily looked around. She hadn't interacted with the Silvers much in her time. She wasn't exactly the type to hang around Jedi, after all. Most she had met weren't fans of her methods. But dear old daddy [member="Darth Metus"] had insisted she come. So, here she was. Their relationship had far improved, and she'd do just about anything the man asked of her, including spending good money on an expensive dress that she would likely never wear again, until the next time her father dragged her to a fancy banquet, ball, whatever the hell you called them.

Speaking of the big man himself, she spotted him with an Echani girl she didn't recognize. Maybe that was the apprentice she'd heard about, [member="Srina Talon"]. She couldn't help but internally chuckle. If this had been during the days of the Crusaders, she would have been mad with jealousy and petty snark. That was a different time, a different her. Things had changed.

She made her way over to the pair, stealing a drink off the tray, throwing back a large swallow. It was stronger than she had anticipated, and she coughed slightly, shaking her head.
"Hell's bells, I didn't think the Jedi would knock me on my ass tonight with drinks." She chuckled at her own wit.
"I hope you appreciate that I spent a good day's paycheck on this dress. I could have spent it on dancers or a new gun, you know."

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Katrine Van-Derveld's oppinion on the Jedi had developed through an entire childhood of listening to Mother's adventure. Curupira had been a Jedi once, joining the faction because she wanted to find Aunt Ti'Cira. She had found her, did her early training, was knighted and eventually decided the Jedi were boring and quickly jumped at Father's offer to become a Sith because her own life had taught her that Sith had most fun. She wasn't really a Sith, all evil and stuff but it was way more fun and liberating being one. That was all Curupira had told little Kat while she was growing up so it was only natural that she eventually had those thoughts imprinted into her mind. The Jedi were boring.

But then, Katrine was born in a world of Witches and she always thought herself to be one when everyone around her thought her strange and bad. She was a Lupine, she heard voices, she liked to use Father's explosives whenever she had a chance. They weren't very accepting of who she was either. So maybe, what you were didn't define what you called yourself, right? Maybe. Katrine had met a Jedi once, at least she thought he was a Jedi, and he was very nice and welcoming him. Thurion taken her on to her ship when hers was broken and was great. So maybe what you were didn't define what you called yourself, right? Maybe. But then, maybe she'd been worse, vanishing in the next port when something had caught her attention. It would be hours before she'd remembered she had to go back to the ship but by then, she had already met another stranger for whom she had a thousand of questions to ask. And Avarisa had been running her ear about the future they were going to have that Katrine had lost concentration all together on the current set of affairs.

When Katrine stepped into main hall of the Silver Rest, after having docked Mother's ship into the Silver Landing, her dress silver since it seemed fitting for where she had arrived, she promised herself she would drink, dance, be merry and try not to call too many Jedi boring. It was rude or something, appearantly.

Upon her arrival, she noticed some of the faces already present. One of them had a thing over his eye. An itch to ask what happened to the man's eyes immediately emerged inside her head. Katrine bit her tongue to keep herself from marching over and asking. Next, she spotted an alien with big eyes. Admitedly, the blond had stared at him for a while though not on purpose. It wasn't very day she'd seen a Mon Calamari. When she remembered she was being rude and diverted her sapphire blue gaze, she spotted the brunette with the pretty sparkly dark blue dress chatting with a blonde and a man. That didn't hold her interest too long, her eyes shifting to find one of a her fellow Yellow Squadrom members, Kurayama Bloodborn, though she recognized him for his armored flight suit which she thought was rude to wear to a party. Then another familiar face from the Confederacy reached her eyes, Kurenai Yumi. At least she dressed for the occasion, sorta.

Next up, Katrine spotted Uncle Isley, snorting a little at the sight of his bowtie, her head shaking a little. He was far from an old man, the massive bowtie seemed too sily on him. Then again, Katrine never really knew how old he was. He might have thought him as such, she didn't know. But he did have a pretty girl at his side which was nice. Katrine shrugged. Maybe he'd murder some people for her and get himself attached already, last she checked, Uncle Isley was all kids and no pair. Katrine grabbed one of the offered drinks on a tray, taking a long tray and making a slight face. Champagne wasn't her thing by far but she wasn't one to refuse a free drink, she decided as she took another sip, made another face and moved further into the room.

 

[Leah Winsclav]

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Leah arrived quietly, she had decided to have noble flair of any kind when she arrived, she wanted to be recognised and treated as though she was any other guest. This party would probably hide a large variety of people, from both common and noble backgrounds. It would do not to make too much of a show. Slipping inside the main area, Leah would take a small glass gently from one of the Waitresses, the liquid inside was a warm oak brown in colour, chilled, but not cold. Whisky, she recognised it as a rather expensive brand all in all, how tasteful! She cast her eyes over the rest of the hall, her eyes assessing some of the other visitors and the various foods and drink that were available.

It seems she had chosen wisely for her clothing, the long flowing dress was no doubt going to make her stand out a little, but it was the idea of it being stood upon repeatedly that made her regret the choice, but she was covered decently. The woman almost sported some posh pumps, made of a soft leather and most comfortable for walking, even dancing in.


It was going to be interesting, she swirled her glass in one hand, still attempting to spot someone in the crowd that she wanted to approach and speak with. [member="Valae Kitra"] stood out immediately, she recognised the woman without question. She knew the nature of her approach was to be rather morbid and best left unsaid, but the Countess needed to have some assurance. It might be best to wait until spirits are higher? With this in mind, she grabbed another glass of whisky and began to venture over towards the Grandmaster, it was going to be one weird part. At least for Leah.