Election Night Party (Fringe+Kiskla)

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

"I've had good friends who favored Djem So," said Ashin, pouring another tray of Vaapad Lessons for a waiter to spirit (heh) away. "I'm a Shii-Cho person myself. I tend to find that most of the elegant, fancy, complicated bladework that people throw at me only requires simple counters. A chop, a step, something like that. Shii-Cho is as simple as it gets -- and from then on, it's just about timing. Anticipation, broken rhythm, something like a fourth-dimensional shatterpoint, if you know what I'm getting at." A belch struggled to rise. She fought it down. One too many Vaapad Lessons, presumably. "That, and it meshes pretty well with being a-"

A random Fringer ignited a lightsabre beside the bar. Without bothering to find out why, Ashin sidestepped, grabbed the lightsabre blade, and ripped the weapon out of his hands. She snatched the handle and powered it down, pointing at a large phrik-mesh jar which held speeder keys and lightsabres."That's a no, Farkas. You should have left it at the door."

The situation vanished. "Meshes well with being a tank," she said, as if she hadn't taken a break in the middle of the sentence. "So to speak. The picture's Krag, the day we assimilated the Infinite Empire. Krag is now Darth Volcanus, Emperor of the SIth Empire. Good times were had by all. Mostly."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

I don't know why I'm here. Sure, I stood up and spoke to a bunch of people, but everyone was doing it! And there was pie. Really really good pie. So, here I am tonight with my best trousers on, the boots @Sargon Vinyea bought me and my best red shirt (hah! Haha! Haaah!) and I've got some bubbling purple thing in my hand. There are some pretty frelling strong personalities here, and too much time spent might get me a migraine and a nosebleed. I check around for @[member="Jared Ovmar"], or Spencer and it's with no amount of disappointment however that my empathic mind comes up on @[member="Meret Blackmoon"]. My grin is broad.

"Hey! Fancy meeting you here, sunshine!" I hop over to Meret and @[member="Rave Merrill"] and give Rave a wave. "Hey, Rave, right? Anders. Least today I am." I laugh, maybe Meret'll get it. I gargle the mouthwash - err Vapaad Lesson in my cup and swallow with a cough. "Oooohhh this is gonna be a fun night." Odds are, if everyone gets drunk before I do, I might just keep my name. And my brain.

One can only hope.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Meret Blackmoon"]

"Tour, eh? Well, Governor Blackmoon, I'd be happy to offer a tour, and I'll gladly take you up on your offers sometime."

She watched as Meret got up and said her piece, and it was a pretty good piece. She watched, too, as Meret drained her Vaapad Lesson, and Rave grinned slowly.

"You certainly seem to be handling it pretty well. My name? Well, I'm a clone, for starters. Sira Ves Number Seven. I was found as a child in a burned-out research base, with the first and last parts of my label burned off to just leave 'r a v e.' So I got raised as Rave. When I was, oh, fourteen or so, I got adopted as a sister by a man named Jorus Merrill. He does a lot of business around Verkuyl -- bacta mostly." And helped run the Rebel Alliance on the side. For some obscure reason, Ashin hadn't yet seized his Verkuyl assets.

And then! -there was @[member="Anders Sivas"]. And the whole tenor of the conversation changed utterly.

"Watch it when you gargle with those," said Rave. "That's about twenty percent Ol' Janx Spirit and about thirty percent adrenal stim. I've heard of people getting tongue convulsions from not swallowing their Vaapad Lessons right away. One guy choked to death. It happened."

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

Meret's drink soften her cynical attitude. She was taken back by Rave's supportive nature and surprised by the materialization of Anders. Meret welcomed him over to their space and gave him a big Ewok hug. It was good to be in Anders' warm auric field. He made her feel safe. "Anders, Rave, Rave, Anders" The drink, her anxieties were getting to Meret. She motioned for Anders to sit with them.
@[member='Anders Sivas'], @[member='Rave Merrill'],

 

[The Dark Ace]

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Dark Ace's hand melded through the form of Mikhail. In shock he quickly pulled it away before realizing the trick. "An illusion" he whispered in affirmation for himself. Shorn was looking for trouble or something, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. Best to just banter and try not to put himself on that maniacs list. "That's a nice nick name. I'll have to decline though. I have a better one". Ace blew air out of his nose. Now amused at the situation. "So why the illusion. Bored and feeling left out, or you planning on causing a scene"?

 

[Yasha Cadera]

After our hug, I curl up to sit beside @[member="Meret Blackmoon"], running my tongue against the roof of your mouth. "I fink I got burns onnmitongue. . . Youserisssommunediedomigosh." @[member="Rave Merrill"] was right. These Vapaad Lessons were deadly, deadly poison. I finished mine off and asked for another from one of the waiting people. Or maybe I was just persuasive enough to snag another person's drink. There's this purchase of space I feel around Meret, as if the universe is allowing me this one space of a few yards to be the strongest Meret needs me to be. I can't understand it and I certainly don't have a name for it, but I can feel the radiating anxiety coming from this little spot of sunshine.

Can't let that happen. No really, I can't. If Meret gets super-stressed I'm going to turn into a basket case. "Rave, you made a solid speech. Rousing, even. Mine fizzled with all the snap-crackle-pop of a shaken bottle of fizzy-pop. Eheh. You too, Meret. Really impressive."

Into Meret's mind, I send a little nudge. 'What can I do to help you out, Meret?'

 

[Bundori]

Bundori looked at Ashin and slightly puffed her cheeks out while pursing her lips with a practiced tremble to them. Her wide blue eyes got slightly larger if it was possible and she brought her hands up to her chest. "Pretty please?" Then there was mention of cake and she turned her head going after it with a smile. "Cake cake cake got to find the cake."

 

[Onrai]

Still no one. Well, as good a time as any to take a camera and place it in the corner of the room, so she could record this and show it on Fringe national television after the election. After all, it would make this worthwhile. Sitting down near @[member="Rave Merrill"] and @[member="Meret Blackmoon"], across from @[member="Ashin Varanin"], she sighed.

This would be good.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

@[member="The Dark Ace"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Meret Blackmoon"] @EVERYBODY

Shorn rolled his eyes. "Real me couldn't have gotten through the door without killing a few guards, genius. Or did you forget about the part where Mikhail Shorn was explicitly denied access to the premises?"

The doppelganger grabbed at a drink on a passing servitor's platter. Amazingly, his incorporeal fingers wrapped around the glass. He leaned forward and whispered a few words into the servitor's ear, before the humanoid walked off. Shorn turned to face his newfound acquaintance. Ice blue eyes slid through the man like cold, polished steel. "Now get lost, I've got a party to ruin."

The Thronebreaker stalked off in the direction of the vote counters. Behind him, two things happened one after the other as if in a chain reaction. First, a gamorrean server bull rushed the table with the cake on it. The piggy slammed his face into the cake and began to devour it, whole hog. Bits of icing and crumbs went flying with the voracity of his hunger.

A furious roar split the air and caused the ground to quake as the dragon gave evidence of his displeasure at the dissemination of the cake.

Meanwhile, the drink servitor Shorn had whispered to ran up to Ashin and flung the entire contents of his platter full of drinks at the High Commander.

"YOU PROMISED ME WE'D BE TOGETHER FOREVER!" Screamed the three-eyed Gran hysterically. "YOU PROMISED ME!"

By this time, Shorn had passed the numbers booth and whispered in an analyst's ear. The analyst became a bit glassy-eyed. Suddenly, the immense holoscreen displayed @[member="Circe Savan"]n winning a High Council seat with 99.9% of the votes. In fact, it showed her winning ALL of the High Council seats.

 

[Isar]

Faenrovon watched with unbridled fury as the cake - his cake - was devoured by a fat morsel of pig flesh. He promptly seized control of a servitor's mind. The mind-controlled servitor, now his thrall, rushed the Gamorrean. They became embroiled in a brutal fist fight full of punches, elbows, and headbutts. The Dragon tried not to grin too toothily.

Proxy wars were the best wars.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"And then he said…. Oh my giddy aunt there's a dragon in the room!" Yeah, smart Anders. Really incredibly brainy. How is it I just now see the massive @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] dragon in the room!? "Woa! How'd. . . how'd he get in the door?" I peer over, looking back at @[member="Meret Blackmoon"] and @[member="Rave Merrill"] before an uncanny ruckus begins to the other side.

"Wh-hhhuuhh. . . okay that three eyed guy is gonna get splatted like a grapefruit out a window. . . Hehehe. I mean! Oh no! Someone save him!" I get comfier in my seat and watch the calamity caused by this mysterious @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]. "But not me, I'm comfy."

Chaos ensues.

 

[The Dark Ace]

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"]

"Now get lost, I've got a party to ruin."

Oh how much that hurt. Really cut deep. A slight for what he was to do though. A Gamorrean dove for the cake out of no where. Intend of being the pig he was. Ace narrowly avoided ruining his nice suit. Glass shattered off in the distance over the quieting crowd, they'd begun to take notice of the commotion. Well, some near the incidents anyways. Ace backed away a little further from the flinging cake, his head turned away to pin point where the noise came from. Another servant started attacking the cake one, a brutal cake infused fight broke out. His attention was fully back at the cake incident. This was out of hand in all of fifteen seconds, and Shorn was to blame.

Damage control mode activated. Dark Ace bashed the skulls of the two servitors. They both fell to the floor like a bag of lumpy Correllian potatoes. They'd been so locked on doing it themselves. Fighting wasn't to be had here, and it was far to early in the evening for it to happen anyways. "Don't mind me folks. Just make way". Dark Ace pushed through the crowds towards the bar. If what he was told was right, and if she was still there. Ashin would be one of the bartenders right now. She needed to be told of Shorn post haste!

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien stepped out of His car and nodded to the chauffeur who had let him out. As he walked into the hall he straightened his Bow tie and passed through the door. The first thing he noticed was the commotion, Then he noticed Mikhail. The two things connected quickly in his mind, after the wedding these things came to be expected. Lucien was about to fetch a drink but noticed that his fiance was present. He made his way to her briefly speaking to Mikhails doppelganger as he passed "Having fun master"

Then he arrived at Merets table "Good Evening My lady" He said before knelling down and going for a hug. After that he stood up retrieving a champagne glass from a passing server. He noticed that his wife to be had company so he offered a greeting to each of them also.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The party was well underway @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] had was in attendance despite the ban on his presence, but if that surprised the Zabrak it wouldn't show for even a moment. The man was an enigma to most, and more dangerous then then an army when he was in the mood. Sargon had seen first hand the man's antics on Coruscant, and he'd seen his what chaos his hijinks could cause when left to stir the pot. Walking up behind the whirlwind of chaos the Zabrak could feel the dark side emanate less from the man then the last time he'd seen him, in fact he seemed to be missing a great deal of the dark side. The usual feel of darkness at his side was missing, according to rumor a legendary weapon, an artifact of the dark side.
Eyes locked on the bringer of chaos the Zabrak nodded slightly before approaching. "Same game, Shorn, different planet? I think you need a drink, preferably one that doesn't end in a dozen people dead." Handing the man the night's signature drink the Zabrak nodded towards a table and walked towards it. He doubted Shorn would be contained tonight, but it was always worth a shot.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Already holding one drink, Mikhail smiled and made to grab the one which Sargon handed him. The glass passed straight through Shorn's incorporeal fingers and shattered against the floor. Shorn made a face.

"Oopsy, now look what you did, Horn-Head. Always causing trouble."

He followed after Sargon and took a seat at the table. The Sith seemed quite smug as the repercussions of his actions continued to cause a stir among the crowd.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden stood silent for a long moment, hidden amongst the shadows around those he called ally. He wanted to offer his own speech, but didn't know what to say. So he spoke the words that came to mind, "I have served many times for this group. Giving my all on more then one occasion. I lost an arm, then the other and even 75% of my entire body. I died for this team - and I would again. I wish to offer myself up for a seat on the council. Ashin, I wish for this to be known - a hand you will retain even if I take a seat."

"Also, on a soft note, a grand deal of this team's weapons among other items come from me. If that adds sugar to frosting." Zaiden said, having enfused each word with the force so it carried to all ears nearby. The words would be accompanied by a sharp Telekinetic stab at Shorn whom stood nearby, the karkin prick was responsible for all but 2 of his stated wrong doings.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Ow."

All the Force sensitives in the room would have felt that telekinetic strike. Shorn's Doppelganger of course felt no real pain. He was a Similfuturus after all.

"Didn't I already kill you?" Shorn said, eyes turning from @[member="Penumbra"] to @[member="Sargon Vynea"]. "Are you going to arrest him, or will I have to handle this?... Again."

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The eyes of the Zabrak locked with the man as his awareness flooded out around him in search of the force signature of a man he knew better then Shorn would ever guess, Spencer's memories had granted that much at least. The man was an expert in telekinesis and a master of the force, but this wasn't one of his deeper talents according to Sargon's knowledge, he'd be close. Moving his head to Zaiden the Zabrak just shook his head, it had been a bad move on his part. Zaiden was more then slightly behind in his fight record with Mikhail, and this was hardly the place to try another bought.

Turing back to the doppelganger Sargon smiled slightly, "If you boys can't play nice, move it outside, but no fighting in the party. As to arresting the Legate, I don't think that is necessary at the moment. @[member="Penumbra"] apologizes for the behavior, don't you?"

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer had avoided a grand entrance, mostly because she had one thing in mind and that was cake. Of course to her dismay, the cake was gone. Frowning as she realized she had missed the event for cake she stood at the empty table and crossed her arms. The young woman pouted like a child as she tried to think of a way to get some sort of cake possibly from the Kitchen. Looking towards @[member="Ashin Varanin"] 's direction she was going to whine a little, but realized the woman was being social and as Spencer watched her disarm another Fringer of his weapon, she felt her breath shorten. A soft blush adorned her cheeks and she returned her gaze towards the cake stand.

“Well I guess fashionably late wasn’t a good idea.”

Shrugging it off, Spencer reached out and grasped a glass of alcohol as it passed. The bubbly champagne was something she hadn’t experienced before and she watched as the bubbles popped in the drink and made it to the surface. In childish amusement she blew into the glass popping the bubbles that were on the surface. Her hair pulled back in a French twist, she didn’t have to worry about her hair getting in her face and in the way of the drink. Taking a sip of the champagne she caught a glimpse of herself, the high heels and the form fitting strapless black dress contrasted against her porcelain skin.

“Hmm”

Not too shabby there Jacobs

The girl mused to herself as she made pleasantries with the random Fringers that had arrived at the party. Familiar faces were always good; it meant that people weren’t dying as often. The thought of reoccurring people within the faction made Spencer happy and she continued to sip the champagne tasting its wonderfully bubbly concoction. Of course, the sweet yet robust alcohol was constantly put into her hand once her glass was empty – the waiters were not going to let the Admiral Wife go thirst tonight! Stopping mid step something tickled her and she shrugged it off. The force had been tampered with, but she was in a good mood wasn't going to let some boys and their differences get in the way.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

A three dimensional projection, stemming from the base of what kept her image upright, was the proxy for Kiskla's physical presence that evening. Which was a shame, because as uproarious as they were, the festivities seemed quite entertaining. There was something about it that made Kiskla marvel initially, after receiving the toast from the Commander. It was the near tangible feeling of sheer excitement and giddiness that was paralleled to The Republic's current frame of mind; they were actively war hungry and had no time to share and create cohesion like this. The marvel really stemmed from the mutual feelings throughout the vicinity, despite the diversity of The Fringe.

Brows furrowed at the apparent confusion the pollers were having behind their desks. It contrasted with the data the blonde was running, and she quickly corrected it from her own channel, which was essentially an overpowering motherboard to whatever was running on Annaj.
In the past few weeks, she'd spent more time behind a data-processing machine than she had in her entire life. Next career plan? Slicer.

The Jedi Master chose not to make a physical appearance to the party, instead stayed within the comforts of her own planet as she had her own pursuits to take care of -- and affording the time for space travel was..not really viable. She'd further reasoned that this way, there was more assurance that the data wouldn't be tampered with, and if she was in control of the votes from a distance nobody would know how to contact her in order to do any sort of manipulation. Whatsoever. It also meant she wouldn't be pressured to drink; which was a plus in this instance. But only appearing as a blue silhouette didn't mean she'd disrespect the occasion with traditional Republic soldier garb. No, she still had respect for complimenting a host, and dressed for the occasion. Unfortunately, at this distance, her force persuasion was limited and she couldn't just will her little robotic transport stand toward the girl who had been so easily influenced by the troublemaker and lift the force persuasion. In that instance, the distance was not in her favour.