Seasonal Festival of Stars — Life Day Event [Open to RNR and Friends]

[Lossa Aureus]

Mansion Estate | Moving Inside
Wearing
Heels, Bracelet
Hidden Broken Core Dagger
Briana Sal-Soren | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Blaire Sal-Soren | Aiden Porte | Dreidi Xeraic | Lorn Reingard​

She stared at the datapad in silent hope.

Longer than she should have for something that was even marginally normal in her life to appear. But it didn't appear. The bright light of the screen dimming slowly as she let it slide from her hand down onto the railing. Balancing there as she upended the flute and finished off her latest captured drink.

There was no telling what time it was... wherever he was. Probably had caught him at rest. Or maybe on patrol.

A sigh escaping her as she let her eyes stare upward and beyond the clouds. Looking at each glistening light that hung in the sky. Wondering to herself how quickly Bri would notice if she left the Gala now. The thought short lived as she leaned once more against the railing and mentally prepared herself for the noise and jovial atmosphere. Closing her own emotions back as much for her sake as it was for Briana's.

They had been at odds since her return to Naboo. A constant bristling of feelings from one side that spurred the other.

Failure burned every fiber within her body in a growing pyre as the days kept mounting that her daughter was not safe and sound with them here. Her feelings having no proper outlet to vent. The feeling of needing to hurt and hurt something a desire that none wanted to indulge her in. At least not to the depth that she required to feel something. Instead, resigning herself to the buzzing stings of training sabers and advanced hand to hand training that stretched muscles or teased the nerves.

She would have to break down the wall she'd made at some point to apologize to Briana in some way. To try and express herself as best she knew how without further worrying her.

"Bah. Need more." A growling sigh as she twirled the empty flute in her hand, turning to face the closed door behind her finally. Grimacing one final time before training her expression into that placating facade of ease and topical joy.

A smile that never reached the eyes as the door latched behind her. The dull ruby color searching the wandering faces that passed her as she spotted the group she could tolerate the most. With what seemed an all to familiar face beside the two of them speaking to Lorn. Interest carried her faster than the need to isolate. If she recalled correctly, that was... Blaire?

Snagging two more drinks from a passing server as she came close enough to hear the words from Lorn. To observe his attempt at socializing, networking, of pushing beyond the borders of the world he had known.

The sincerity was not lost on her. Thankfully able to keep herself from making any sort of sound that might have cast a shadow over the greeting as she joined the small circle of her cousins by taking a drink.

Standing more beside Briana than Bran or Blaire. Certainly not because she realized almost too late that Bran was taller than herself.

 

[Zara Saga]

Tags: Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik | Tova Rachi | Lady Nocturne | Cerys Dyn​

Zara's bright blue eyes, usually glittering with mischief, held a simmering resentment. This gaudy Naboo Life Day celebration was a waste of time. She'd rather be anywhere but here, preferably back on the bleak, familiar landscape of Bastion. This idyllic planet, with its pastel-colored buildings and saccharine displays, felt like a grotesque mockery of her past. The forced cheer of the festivities grated on her nerves, a constant reminder of the joy she'd never known.

Being a fifth wheel was excruciatingly boring. Nocturne, her master, and the Diarch, Reign, were lost in their own little world, the picture of blissful domesticity. Their affection, once a source of irritation, now felt like a cruel taunt. She owed Nocturne her life, and she respected Reign, yet she couldn't shake a suspicion about Tova, the Diarch Rellik's new…companion. The woman felt like an intruder, a polished jewel in a rough setting, and Zara instinctively distrusted her.

A stall overflowing with glittering trinkets caught her eye. A gold pendant, shaped like a stylized weeping willow with amethyst leaves, shimmered under the festival lights. The delicate metal seemed to absorb and reflect the light in a way that was almost hypnotic. It hummed subtly with an energy she felt familiar with, a whisper of the Force. The stall owner, a plump Rodian, offered her a chance to hold it. Zara accepted.

Then, a shift in the Force. Her gaze fell on a group a short distance away – a tense standoff between a Torgrutan ( Cerys Dyn ) and a green one ( Joro Kal'nath ). She had just slapped him. Interesting. The pendant, now safely tucked into her pocket, was forgotten. This was far more entertaining than the over stimulation of the Naboo festivities. The Force pulsed between them, strong; Jedi, Zara realized with a flicker of grim amusement. Why were they at a stall selling… intimate bedroom goods? What strange breed of Jedi were they?

She melted into the background, slipping behind the stall piled high with more… interesting merchandise. Selecting a package of "Galactic-Big" male enhancement pills—she had a particular someone in mind—Zara discreetly slipped it into the pocket of the most innocent-looking member of the Jedi group ( Zaiya Ceti ) before circling back to the stall front. With a casual whisper to the unsuspecting stall keeper, she falsely accused the colorful one of theft, then vanished into the crowd before anyone could react.

Catching up with her group, Zara allowed herself a small, bitter smile. The slow, deliberate pace of their procession towards the Queen's retreat felt almost deliberately designed to test her patience. This night stretched before her, an endless parade of forced smiles, annoying politeness, and the uneasy presence of Tova. But Zara held her secrets close, the stolen pendant a cold, comforting weight against her skin, and the thought of the Jedi's bewildered reaction a dark, delicious morsel she would savor long after the festivities ended. The night, she thought, was far from over.

 

[Tycho Arak]

Outfit: LINK
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tags: Tova Rachi | Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik | Lady Nocturne | Zara Saga

He would never have come to something like this if his people hadn't told him the Diarch's were going to be there. He should still have been in their space, watching them, running his cell, but with them retreating to Naboo, well, he saw opportunity. So he put on an outfit that would help him at least somewhat fit into the crowd, possibly make him look like security forces did. That was his aim. He wanted to be conspicuously inconspicuous. If he was noticed, they'd see how he was dressed and assume he was security.

The only one among them who wouldn't was the white haired woman that he was hoping to get a moment with at some point. Maybe. If he was lucky. Somehow. But he made sure he was still being incognito, and stopped to help some people who appeared to be lost, which is certainly something that a security officer would do. When they went their way, he moved on, walking right past the small group without his eyes drifting over them, though it would be impossible for HER not to notice him.

He turned down an alley in front of them and worked his way into the shadows, utilizing the Force to hide himself as he waited. Would she come? He didn't know. It might be impossible for her to get away just yet. But she knew he was there, now. If she desired to see him, even if for just a brief moment, she knew that she could. Otherwise, he would just observe from a distance, keeping an eye on what they were doing and what shops they went into.

Like the varmint that had snuck off to plant evidence on the poor Lovalla girl. Yeah, he'd seen that. If she ended up in trouble he'd find a way to get her out of it later.

 

[Aris Noble]

There was little Aris couldn't hear, even if he wanted to tune it out. A blessing and a curse, truly. In this case? A blessing. It was incredibly odd that a random lady decided to try and sneak up on him, Zaiya, and several other Jedi to plant a sex pill on a teenager. But rather than pull attention to it, he was certain practically everyone saw it given this tent wasn't busy. So he plucked out the planted evidence and casually tossed it back on the shelf in a quick, subtle motion.

Zaiya Ceti didn't need that kind of drama sheesh.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

A SENTIMENTAL FEELING
Wandering Dee'ja Peak's Marketplace
Interacting with: Cerys Dyn Aris Noble Joro Kal'nath Lily Decoria

It felt like Zaiya had stumbled into a live Shock boxing match, and she was the poor soul stuck in the splash zone. Her eyes darted frantically between Joro and Cerys, her mouth opening and closing like a malfunctioning holotransmitter. Whatever Joro had just said to Cerys -- it must have been bad -- because Zaiya's jaw dropped in unfiltered shock.

"Hey... you shouldn't say such things to her," she managed to blurt out, though it didn't seem to be heard. Honestly, she didn't even fully process what Joro meant; her brain was too scrambled to keep up with the chaos.

And then, just as she tried to piece together the mess, he showed up.

"A-Aris?! " Zaiya's voice cracked, her wide eyes snapping up to meet him as if she'd conjured him out of thin air. He stepped in so casually, his warm presence cutting through the tension like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. She blinked rapidly, unsure if this was reality or some bizarre stress induced Force vision. Her hands moved automatically to accept the food he offered, but her brain? Complete system meltdown.

"What are you doing -- wait, what?" And that's when the situation went from bad to worse as his question registered. Sex tent? Wait, they were standing in front of the tent. The sex tent.

The blank expression on Zaiya's face would've been priceless if it wasn't so tragically real. Her colorshifting, usually a mesmerizing swirl of hues, stuttered to an awkward halt, mirroring the way her brain had completely flatlined. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess of panic and denial, and then, like a badly timed puzzle piece snapping into place, Lily Decoria 's confirming remarks hit her like a turbolaser to the chest as the navpoints finally clicked.

Oh.

Oh.

OH!

Blazing heat surged up Zaiya's neck and onto her face, her normally rosy golden base color draining to a silvery sheen. Her mottled spots erupted in a fierce, iridescent coral, flaring so brightly she could've rivaled a Naboo sunset.

"Oh… I... didn't… I mean -- know…" she stammered, her voice barely above a squeak. Mortification slammed into her. If her Master, Iris Arani , ever caught wind of this, Zaiya would never hear the end of it.

But before she could spiral further into embarrassment, the sharp sound of a slap snapped her back to reality. Her head whipped around just in time to see Joro reeling from a very purposeful smack courtesy of Cerys. The commotion immediately drew attention, more than a few curious glances flicking their way.

And then, as if Zaiya's day couldn't possibly get worse, Cerys turned her attention directly to her. The Togruta's piercing gaze locked onto Zaiya, her voice cutting through the air with the most absurd, mortifying comment Zaiya had ever heard.

If Zaiya thought she couldn't blush any harder, she was about to be proven very, very wrong.

Eyes wide, and mouth in a taut line, Cerys bore holes through his head with her eyes. The same eyes then flicked to Zaiya. "Well. Everyone at the training balcony the other day thought you and your not friend that is a boy...were in love,"

Oh, stars, this was worse! Aris was here to hear that rubbish!

"I.. no... that isn't --" Panic now bled in shards of canary yellow and grays over the canvas of Zaiya's skin, the Lovalla immediately turning to look at Aris to deny such a thing. "That wasn't what happened!"

"You are all abhorrent. Hormone driven. Attachment mad. Embarrassments to the name Jedi!"

Zaiya gave a slight flinch at the sharp remark, her mouth falling open only to close when she swiveled her head to look at Cerys again. Unable to help the wave of empathy the Lovalla naturally felt bloom despite her own distress, Zaiya called out, "No! Wait... "

"Oi! You! The colorful one!!" The sudden gruff tone of the vendor managed to draw Zaiya's attention from Cerys Dyn departing form, startled at the reference but not quite unused to it.

"I -- umm," visibly flustered, this trip to Naboo was really starting to feel as if it was the Force's terrible sense of humor at trying to toss Zaiya into the most uncomfortable and mortifying of situations to truly test her patience, calm, and ability to effectively be able to be the type of Jedi who could keep her emotions in check and being able to keep calm. She had so desperately wanted to make Iris proud in trying to control how her colorshifting changed compared to how she felt inside. Right now, Zaiya felt she was utterly failing once again.

"Sorry, we didn't mean to cause a commotion. We will go and --" Zaiya began, only to be cut off by the vendor pointing a finger to say, "Show me your pockets! "

Wait.. what?!

"Show me your pockets! I've a mind that you caused this whole commotion to take something!" He suddenly declared, fueled by the false accusation given by Zara Saga .

"I... no, I didn't --" Zaiya took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and told herself to try and calm down. In the wake of what happened after the first day at the Sanctuary, she didn't want to fall back into that terrible state she had been in -- but stars were the Force and the Universe working against her!

"No. I have not taken anything!" Zaiya defended herself, the flustered state she was in now melting into growing disbelief. Now, this was getting utterly ridiculous. What was it about this week that somehow had her be the target of so many?! Was this really the Force trying to give her a Trial of Spirit and test her mettle?!

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The party made their way through the bustling streets. Looking at the stalls and vendors as they passed with glee. Reign showing a moment of his youth with Lady Nocturne. It was genuinely sweet to see.

Peculiarly Rellik himself was rather stoic. Known to be lively and enjoy the whims of a good celebration. In Ravelin upon their new home of Bastion he is known to create firework illusions for his citizens. Adorning the sky with celebration.

Yet here he seems, quiet.

This was his first trip to Naboo. He had always read the planet excelled at staying neutral and having its own story. As he gazed at the lanterns above Dee'ja Peak village, listened to the music and watched the people live freely he was stunned.

A world like Naboo is what he fought for within the Diarchy every day, and through Tova; they found their way to each other.

He believed his daydreaming had been noticed when he felt a squeeze on his arm. Tova was looking at him now, sweet as ever. Her beauty only exemplified among the charm of the quaint scenery.

He felt... like he was among his people. A new home away from his own. He enjoyed watching his new Diarne's eyes glance from item to item. Enjoying the festivities of her home.

As she moved around looking at goodies he noticed her dress getting wet within puddles and gently used the force to keep it ever so slightly up. Not enough to tarnish her dignity but enough to keep her clothing clean.

"This is truly it." he thought to himself while looking around. Noticing the happiness his brother Reign and Nocturne shared. Something he never thought possible for himself before Tova.

"hand craft ornaments for your decorations at home. Perhaps one for our first Life Day, my dear?" Jolted the Diarch to life.

"Hmmmph" A quiet tough man grunt leaving his mouth with a smile. He turned around as a commotion was coming from behind them. Something about a thief? Only to see Nocturnes apprentice standing professionally a few paces back before turning back towards Tova. "It would be nice to have something from Naboo to see, especially for our children." he gave a soft nudge from his elbow as they were intertwined.

"Here, you go to the stall you want to see and I will get us some Cider okay?" He gave her a kiss on the cheek and parted from her for a moment to go to stand in line for a hot beverage for them both.

Tova Rachi Diarch Reign Zara Saga Tycho Arak

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Persephone Dashiell

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The Padawan noticed her cheeks turn a rosy hue. Rather than shying away from the moment, as he might have done before, Lysander stood resolute. "I get it," he said, his voice a soft murmur. “I probably shouldn’t have mentioned it anyways. Maybe I should check the ancient Jedi texts next time before speaking,” he teased with a small chuckle. It was a modest attempt to try and lighten the moment. He could still feel the weight of unspoken thoughts in the air; a flutter of vulnerability made him feel exposed.

He paused, his gaze lingering on the droid before returning to Persie. "But even with the confusion between us, it still feels effortless to want to be around you." A faint smile played on her lips. "The droid doesn’t have to take away from the spirit of this event.”

With a subtle nod Lysander led them through the heart of Dee'ja Peak. The vibrant and warm aura from the atmosphere felt like it enveloped him completely. He knew they could have stayed longer, but hadn't ruled out the possibility of returning later. Even as they drifted further away, the melodies of the street musicians and the aromas from the nearby stalls still called for indulgence. Drawing closer, he felt both excitement and wonder. The sight of the Kaadu, combined with the aesthetics of their surroundings brought forth a sense of magic.

As time passed, it only grew more captivating. The frosty air nipped at the teen's skin, causing him to pull the scarf closer to his neck. Feeling another touch of courage, he hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching for Persie's hand. His fingers brushed against hers, still slightly unsure; then, he allowed them to intertwine. "Reading about Kaadu is one thing, but seeing them up close for the first time is really something else," he said, eyes wide. He then turned to look at Persie. "I've really been looking forward to this all day. This is a totally new experience for me."

 

[Blaire Sal-Soren]

Objective:3
Outfit
Tags: Briana Sal-Soren Brandyn Sal-Soren Lossa Aureus Dreidi Xeraic Lorn Reingard Aiden Porte ​

"Pleasure to meet you Blaire. Hopefully you are enjoying the evening."

"Oh yeah, time of my life," Blaire said not bothering to hide her sarcasm "but, it definitely has potential," she said still looking over at Aiden and the man at the bar.

"I best let you all catch up, seems Aiden is done with his singing and I better go tease him about it."

My Aiden?

She watched the woman walk away toward the bar where Aiden had parked himself after his performance instead of coming to find her.

Maybe he doesn't know I'm here? Some Jedi.

"Hey...Bleh-bleh,"

There was no mistaking the look Blaire gave Brandyn and one did not need to be a Jedi to understand it, it screamed, 'I am going to kill you' and every time he used that name in public she would kill him even slower.

Before Blaire could tell Bran exactly what sort of torment he would be in for if he called her that again Briana pulled her into an unexpected hug. Blaire's face turned up in a frown before she saw Bran mouth the word 'zipper'

Chit.

"Make sure you check the mirror next time."

"It was coat check, Briana, there was no mirror," she whispered back to her sister, "besides, Jaa said he zipped me. I swear to shiraya he does this on purpose. He is a literal child."

"I believe his name is Lorn, he's a new Knight at the Temple."

"Lorn huh? What's his deal?" She asked her sister keeping one eye on the Jedi at the bar and one on Aiden and Dredi. Blaire only now just noticed that Dredi was pregnant.

she had a lot on her mind, okay?

"Wait, how do Aiden and her know each other?" Blaire asked, her question coming out like an accusation just as Bran took her and Briana into his arms.

"I am going to come over tomorrow...I want at least an hour holding each of my nieces,"

"Shiraya bless you, Brandyn." If Blaire's night went half as well as she hoped, taking care of twin infants might actually kill her.

"for now...you should totally go talk to Lorn. He is a really great guy...not the...trip and fall into type."

That's too bad Blaire thought.

Lorn the great guy left his spot at the bar and walked straight for the three Sal-Sorens. He looked even better up close than he did from across the room, a touch more rugged than most of the dressed up nobles at this party. He introduced himself and it was a bit…awkward?…cute, it was cute.

Lorn held his hand out to each of them. When Brianna took her turn to shake or whatever Blaire would give her light but tipsy shove in the back toward Lorn.

Brandyn meant well but Blaire was historically only interested in the trip and fall into type.

Maybe that was a problem?

Blaire shrugged the thought away.

If any of them needed a 'great guy' for the night, it was Bri. Besides, if Blaire struck out here, there was always Jaa.

"Are you sharing?" Blaire asked the other person who had snuck up and joined them. It took her probably longer than it should to realize that it was her cousin Lossa.

 

[Kalantha]

Her Blessings Flow

Kalantha sipped gingerly on spiced apple cider as she listened cheekily to Aiden Porte sing. She had forgone a formal ceremony to mark the start of the Life Day festivities and instead had proposed a simple toast to friends, family, and the continued prosperity of Naboo and the Republic - she should have added a small prayer of confidence for her Queensguard.

A thin smile touched her lips as she and a small group of nobles listened to him. She knew he’d rather be anywhere else than the stage, recognizing that the meddling of Kahne Porte was probably the only reason he was up there. But the children were enjoying his performance very much. The young ones looked up to him in a similar way to how Kalantha herself did.

When was finished with his song, she would be among the first to applaud him - then she would wave for him to join her.

“I just know that your father was at work here,” she mused as she greeted him, “but you really are a good performer. Look at how bright the children are!” Smiles and laughter resonated through the room. She offered Aiden a cider with a smile of her own.

“I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice to take a step back, even if only for an evening.” She was of course referring to the bustle in Theed following what was already being dubbed the Second Cataclysm. Overseeing reconstruction efforts and coordinating humanitarian assistance with Mother Askani and Joran Del-Finn -the latter of which was preset here this evening- had colored her days since the incursion.

“Do tell me,” the queen went on, never passing a moment to tease Aiden, “is your arm empty tonight? It’s such a lovely festival, I expected a pretty Jedi to be right there.” She pointed to the crook of his arm and giggled. It was all in good fun, of course. Kalantha knew Aiden’s heart. He wasn’t frivolous with affectations.

A true Naboo gentleman.

Tags: Aiden Porte | Blaire Sal-Soren | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Briana Sal-Soren | Dreidi Xeraic | Lorn Reingard | Lossa Aureus​

 

[Aiden Porte]

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Interacting w/ Dreidi Xeraic Kalantha Briana Sal-Soren Brandyn Sal-Soren Lossa Aureus Blaire Sal-Soren

"Hey guy, you could use two more of these. We should test out your friends statement."

"Yea, why not...?" Aiden said with a smile as he stared at the two small glasses in front of him. The Padawan knew this was an incredibly bad idea, why he was going through with it, he wasn't sure. When he was drinking with Roman Vossari it was take help his friend feel better. But now, he had no idea. Probably just the holiday and the festive spirit in his mind.

With those thoughts in his mind. "Bottoms up..." Aiden said with a small smile as he reached for the first glass, immediately followed by the second one. It seemed to be worse this time, Aiden had a smallest of coughing fits as he brought his hand to his mouth to cover it. The coughing subsided over a few seconds and then they were graced with the presence of the queen.

“I just know that your father was at work here,”

“but you really are a good performer. Look at how bright the children are!”

“I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice to take a step back, even if only for an evening.”

"Your majesty?!" Aiden said as he looked her way. "It's great to see you, I'm glad you are able to be here and unwind." Aiden accepted her glass and he took a sip. "Oh wow, this so much better than that blue chit I've been drinking."

"Kalantha, this is Dreidi Xeraic." The Padawan said with a smile between the two. "She's a good friend of mine, she's kicked my butt several times on the sparring ring. I feel I am getting better thought right? And Dreidi, this is the Queen Kalantha. I'm part of her security detail Although not tonight, I wouldn't be much help would I......?" Aiden said with a small laugh as it trailed off. Aiden raised his hands to his face as he rubbed it slightly. That warm feeling spreading again, and without even realizing it, his face was bright red. He turned back to the bar, where two more glasses were place before him.

"Would you stop..." Aiden asked with a small pleading face to the server.

"You could always say no." The server said with a laugh as he moved on to another individual.

“Do tell me,”

“is your arm empty tonight? It’s such a lovely festival, I expected a pretty Jedi to be right there.”

"Unfortunately not, Kalantha. I feel like shes never gonna talk to me again....." Aiden showed a small somber expression, but then he picked himself up with a big smile. "But who needs that when you got great friends like this." The Padawan laughed, looking between the two of them, and then he looked over to Brandyn and company "And also good people like them over there."

There it was again, that feeling in his chest. Aiden took a deep breath before laughing off how he was feeling at the moment. His anxieties rising again. Not just that, the subtle hint of a pretty Jedi at his side, Tatooine came rushing back to his mind. Esme came to his mind, then Jun.

The war on Tython, he felt he should've......died so many times.

He should be dead....

"Excuse me for one moment I will be right back, I promise." Aiden set the glass down on the bar. He needed some fresh air, like yesterday. He made a a straight line, or well semi straight as he walked somewhat unorderly towards the exit of this place. The cool air hit him like a freight train and he took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs and he was finally able to settle himself down. Aiden took a few steps into the snowy courtyard and breathing returned to a good level once again.

"Force help me....."

 

[Kahne Porte]

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Tags:Open
Security Checks


"Easy guys, don't run to fast." The Jedi Master smirked and shook his head at the sight of the younglings running through the halls. Kahne hadn't planned on coming for dancing and such. Primarily to keep an eye on things, he wanted everyone to have a great time tonight and if he could help be keeping the area as safe as possible.

It's what would be done.

Kahne smiled deeply as he stared at the decorations up and down the hallway, and he moved into the great hall once more. Prepared for another round of walking and perimeter checks until he felt a small nudge through the force. It started off small and then just amplified, affecting him so because it came from his son. Aiden probably wasn't even sure that it happened. The Jedi Master turned just in time to see Aiden in the distance making a rather un straight line towards the door leading outside.

Kahne placed his hand on his chin for a few moments, he was having another anxiety attack. Kahne couldn't get him to open up, he wondered why he hadn't told anyone yet. Keeping this bottled up wasn't going to help him. The Jedi Master had opted to go and check on Aiden, but encouraging words only went so far.

Kahne turned and continued walking down the hallway with his hands behind his back. He took a deep breath, giving his son a gentle nudge through the force.

Breathe......

 

[Lady Nocturne]

Location: Naboo Dee'ja peak market headed towards the ball
Tags: Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Tova Rachi Zara Saga

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This was Nocturne's favorite tradition, seeing the distant planets and experiencing their cultures alongside the Diarch.. HER Diarch. But there was something special about Naboo, the peacefulness and the air of nobility reminded her of her own home world of Chandrila.

Her robes matched that of her husband, the dark shadowsilk with bright cantonican gold accents, their private tailor on Cantonica had seen to their attire. But she always enjoyed when she and her husband matched, it gave an air of unity of purpose and spirit, just as had been in their wedding vows.

She had been taking in the sights with Reign when she was captivated by some crystalline ornaments on display at one of the stalls. "How much for this one?" she asked the Vazooan shopkeeper, pointing to what appeared to be a snowflake that shimmered in the light

"Oh you've got a good eye, my lady, this is one of a kind here! We can part with it for ohhh one thousand credits" the small green creature said, with a little more enthusiasm than Nocturne would have guessed appropriate for a sale like this.

Over-inflated prices for a festival, how unsurprising she thought to herself, but, with a smile on her face she paid the small creature and after picking up a few more gifts for their daughters, returned to her husband's side. Only to be pulled away for some snack that he'd had when last here on business.

"I had tried this the last time we were in the system, it's delicious, let's grab some to share" He had said, it was good to see him smiling, the trials of their growing movement had left him more serious of late. She squeezed his arm three times, a small personal sign of her love for him before saying "That is assuming you let me eat any of it! Remember when we visited Tatooine and we were to "Share" all the street food? I had to go back and buy my own!"

As they returned to their group, Reign speaking to their newest family member, Nocturne flashed a look to her apprentice Zara. Sensing the sour attitude of the youth. Locking eyes with her, the master's eyes hardened slightly, as a reminder to the young one to be on her best behavior.

As her Brother In-Law went to walk off to buy cider for himself and his betrothed, Nocturne called after him "Please, grab one for us as well! and do try to SMILE a little bit brother" a playful smile on her lips.

She stood back, looping her arm around her husband again relishing being alone for a moment (save the sullen apprentice behind them) "I do love these quiet times together, I'm so looking forward to the ball and dancing though!" as she stepped up on her tippy toes to give the Diarch a brief kiss.

 

[Joro Kal'nath]

ATTIRE: Jedi Robes, Blue Lightsaber
TAGS: Zaiya Ceti | Lily Decoria | Cerys Dyn | Aris Noble | @Anyone I Missed

SLAP. And then: SLAP.

Yeah, he'd probably deserved it, but he didn't say anything to indicate as much. Instead, he rubbed at his cheek slightly and waited until she walked away to say anything.

"One of these times she's gonna slip up and admit what's wrong."

See, Joro might be an ass, and incredibly blunt, but that didn't mean he didn't care. He knew something was bothering Cerys, and that straight up asking her what it was would go nowhere. The only way to get it out of her was to force her to inadvertently admit what was wrong. Antagonizing her the way he did was part of his method to try and cause that to happen. Albeit the only reason he'd done it this time was because she was being a jerk for no reason to both him and Zaiya and it had annoyed him.

Lowering his hand once more, he realized that what he'd said had clearly been lost in the shuffle of everything that was going on. Just like he hadn't seen the person try and plant something on Zaiya because he was busy getting his face slapped. It made him both sad and angry at the same time that his request for help was going unanswered. Here he was, trying to do something he felt was nice, and it was getting nowhere. It was small wonder he was rarely nice to people.

But the shopkeeper was clearly intent on harassing Zaiya about something or other.

"Look, sir, she doesn't even understand what your wares are used for, so she has no reason to steal anything. Besides, Jedi don't steal."

He didn't know what the man's problem was, but he knew Zaiya hadn't stolen anything. She wasn't even really near the vials themselves, and besides, she was too innocent to have any use for them. He looked to the others and then motioned them back out.

"We should get out of here and find somewhere else to congregate. Maybe a seating area near the food vendors?"

The need for someone's help, probably Zaiya's as she seemed to be the only one who really knew Lossa, unless the other woman did, was still there, but he wasn't going to get anywhere with his quest if they continued to stand around the sex tent. If they went somewhere else, maybe everyone would calm down and then he'd be able to get some idea of what to get for her.

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

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Outfit: Casual
Companion: Grisial
Tag: Aiden Porte | Kalantha | Briana Sal-Soren | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Blaire Sal-Soren

She enjoyed the panicked expression of Aiden about the fact that he hadn't seen the holofilm and clearly did not know what to do in that moment. She shook her head, "I didn't want a party, not yet. And if I messaged you, I would have missed out on poking fun at you for asking silly questions." She winked and poked her tongue out to Aiden.

What Dreidi couldn't understand was the dagger to her heart that the comment of her being his friend felt. It was sharp and she had to swallow her feelings to ensure that she didn't have a breakdown. Things were fine as friends, she knew that and she couldn't force Aiden's heart into liking her. Before she could say anything further, the queen of Naboo approached the pair of them. Apparently she knew Aiden quite well and Dreidi would only raise her eyebrow at this since she did not expect Aiden to be so close with royalty.

Especially with the queen asking for a dance from Aiden. Something that Dreidi was stunned by, how could she compete with a queen? A gorgeous young queen at that.

When Aiden seemed to spiral hard from everything that was going on, Dreidi watched him walk off, somewhat drunk due to the server continuing to supply him with beverages. Dreidi looked to the queen and gave a polite smile, "I'll go check on him and make sure that he accepts your generous offer for a dance." Dreidi mentioned, figuring that Aiden needed help from a friend right now.

Walking outside, she spotted Aiden and took a deep breath, then coughed to announced her presence. "Hey Aiden. Did you need to talk? I know everyone appreciates you being a beacon of positivity but if you are struggling, you can talk to me about it. A burden shared is a burden halved, right?"

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

OH WHAT FUN

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"I probably shouldn't have mentioned it anyways. Maybe I should check the ancient Jedi texts next time before speaking,"

Persephone looked oddly at Lysander von Ascania as he mentioned checking the ancient Jedi texts before speaking. It was supposed to be a joke, she could tell by his expression, but one she didn't get. Instead a brow lofted in amusement at such a lame attempt. Or at least it was lame to her. Perhaps to a Jedi it would be hilarious. So she left it at that, amused, walking towards the sleigh ride area with Lysander.

As they approached, she felt his hand intertwine with hers. She didn't pull back, enjoying the feeling of his warm hand in hers. She liked Lysander, had a bit of a crush on him, trouble was communication. It was like it didn't pay attention sometimes and then too much attention at other times. It didn't help she could be a little emotional and quick to shut down in response.

Kaadu seemed....interesting. Not a nature fan, she wasn't in awe of the creature like Lysander was.

"The sleigh ride seems interesting, fun. Its new to me too, never went on such a ride or celebrated Life Day before."

 

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

Lossa, Blaire, Briana and Brandyn together in one place. It was good. It was also highly likely to end in one of them making an utter fool of themselves. His mind wandered to the triplets youth, and then the misadventures of Bri and Lossa. This quartet had all the potential for creating a fiasco worse than what transpired the other day on the training balcony. Now, Brandyn did assume that they were more mature and more reasonable now. But he also knew that three quarters of the quartet were going through some of the most stressful days of their lives. Anything could happen.

And then there was five.

"Lorn Reingard!" Brandyn said, extracting himself from his sister's arms and sniping Briana's first in spot, "I have heard positive things about you from my Padawan." It took him a moment to realise that Blaire had intended to get Briana in Lorn's way. Brandyn shot his barely-younger sister a glare. Not now. Too soon.

Brandyn gave the Jedi a knowing glance. Lorn would understand, hopefully. Brandyn took the man's hand in a firm grip and shook it briefly. "We need every good Jedi we can get. You are our hero."

Lorn seemed uncertain. Brandyn understood the feeling all too well. He glanced at his left and right. "Lorn...allow me to introduce to you my sisters...Blaire...Briana...and my cousin Lossa Aureus. But I think you were three were somewhere around that fiasco on the balcony the other day." He glanced at Blaire with a look that conveyed 'it was bad'.

It felt almost perfect. Save for one small missing detail. Cybelle. Where was she? Brandyn glanced around again. He felt a little hint of worry that she had not returned. It had been some months since they had been through something dramatic, but it felt like now as as good as time as any to shatter his illusion of eternal happiness.

"If you would all excuse me," he said, feeling a tightness in his throat that he hoped was not conveyed, "I need to find my wife."

He reached out and took Loss's hand for a second, giving it a subtle squeeze. "I have a lead," he whispered, "I leave tomorrow."

He wandered past Briana. "You are the leader of this Enclave...don't get drunk," he whispered with an accompanying half-hug.

And then his Blaire. He reached forth both arms and took her into a full embrace. Burying his face in her shoulder, he felt the tears welling up. She was home. She...was home. It felt unreal.

If only mom could see us now. Like a real family.

Brandyn gasped for air. Breathing out onto his sister's shoulder just a few simple words, "I love you so much, Blaire."

After a few moments of struggle, Brandyn stood and composed himself. There was a day that Brandyn Sal-Soren would never dare be seen crying. But that was before he had gained the whole world when he had almost lost his galaxy. This was his second chance. And he would embrace it.

He glanced at Lorn again, and gave him a slight nod. With that he turned and walked into the crowd. Somewhere in this room there was an adorable Hapan woman that had disappeared. She had better not fallen asleep in the corner again.

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Thread exit or tag for Cybelle Sal-Soren

Lorn Reingard Briana Sal-Soren Blaire Sal-Soren Lossa Aureus Aiden Porte Kalantha Dreidi Xeraic​

 

[Aiden Porte]

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Tags: Dreidi Xeraic Kalantha Briana Sal-Soren Blaire Sal-Soren Lossa Aureus Lorn Reingard

"Hey Aiden. Did you need to talk? I know everyone appreciates you being a beacon of positivity but if you are struggling, you can talk to me about it. A burden shared is a burden halved, right?"

Her words shattered him, more than she would ever know. Aiden felt that no one could help him. Not even those close to him, he was speaking out of a dark place within him. Something that was perhaps fueled by the alcohol and the anxiety attack that he had. While it diminished, the after effects still lingered within him.

He clearly wasn't himself right now and that would be evident to almost everyone.

"No Dreidi...." Aiden finally spoke as he turned to her, glancing at her for just a moment before looking away again. He took a deep breath, regaining his composure and a small smile appeared on his face.

Completely forced.....

He looked back to Dreidi, showing that smile "I'm good," He wasn't sure why he was lying, truth was he needed a lot of help. Aiden looked down to his hands, unsure if they were shaking because of the cold or something else.

"I"m sorry Dreidi, will you tell everyone I'm-. I have to go...." Aiden clasped his hands together, letting out a small groan in frustration. The young Jedi started to walk away, before looking back to Dreidi. She would desperation in his eyes, but his stubbornness wouldn't give in. "Truth is, I don't know if there is anyone that can help me."

He turned back around and kept walking, trudging through the snow until he disappeared into the darkness.

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[Zane Cameron]

The text came through just as Zane stepped off the transport onto Naboo, his boots crunching lightly against the frost-dusted cobblestone streets. A cool breeze swept through the city square, carrying the scent of blooming winter flowers and the distant sound of music drifting from one of the many Life Day celebrations scattered across the serene lakeside.

How's your life-day going?

Zane blinked at the message, his pace slowing as he pulled his datapad from his pocket. A small smile tugged at his lips, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He could hear her voice behind the text, that familiar teasing tone, but something about it didn't sit right. Something was off — and this, coming from her on Life Day, was unacceptable.

Still, he wasn't going to let on just yet.

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"Oh, you know. Freezing my ass off, as usual. Hope you're behaving yourself."

He fired the text off, but he wasn't done. Not even close.

The scarf around his neck fluttered slightly as the wind picked up again, tousling his blonde locks. He tugged it higher, stuffing his free hand into the deep pocket of his long coat. A part of him wanted to curse Naboo for being so damn picturesque — every lake and lantern-lit walkway looked like something out of a holofilm, making it that much harder to track someone down.

But he was determined. She might not have outright invited him, but Zane had a talent for showing up exactly when he was needed, invited or not.

Lossa Aureus ​

 

[Gideon Bast]

Tags: Liin Terallo
Objective 3: Her Blessings Flow
Location: Naboo

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The snow that fell against the exterior of Gideon’s shuttle melted quickly from its emanating warmth as it sliced through the frigid mountain air. He’d come a long way from Kijimi to seek business ventures and mingle with the galaxy’s newest political power, and luckily, he was well acclimated to the cold.

His shuttle touched down on the grounds of Queen Kalantha’s lavish mountain villa. He stepped down the landing ramp alone, despite having been escorted by a small cadre of officers; Gideon felt it was best not to place any undo stress on the hosts by parading around with a complement of First Order loyalists.

The commander made his way into the foyer, submitting to a predicable Royal Security pat down before finally entering the manor. He was here for Liin Terallo of NCBM, and after a brief moment of scanning the room, he soon found her amidst a small crowd. Gideon approached her and offered a warm bow at the hip when she noticed him.

“Miss Terallo,” he said, “it’s very nice to meet you. I’m Commander Bast, of Kijimi.” Better to keep his allegiances close to heart for now. “I’m quite interested in picking your brain, if you’d indulge me.”

He held out an arm for her to take, if she were so inclined.

“Shall we?”

 

[Liin Terallo]

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Objective: 3

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This is my first trip to Naboo. I had travelled with the Prime Minister's entourage, although beyond that we went our seperate ways. I did not need to cling to her side for I was not amongst her team. No, I had my own purposes for this visit.

One of which was to encounter fresh fallen snow. I could not help but linger outside far longer than the rest. We do not get snow on New Cov, nor do we experience a lot of the weather first hand for we live underneath transparent domes. So getting a chance to do so now was a gift upon itself. Of course I was cold, but it was such a new sensation that I did not mind it at all. And I had dressed for it with a rather large fur overcoat.

But I was not here to remain solo. I had new contacts to make for both NCBC and N&Z that would hopefully bring about some new contracts. It was sure to be a positive evening.

Once inside the venue, I handed off my coat to one of the staff, allowing for my sparkling gown to be revealed. Long and flowing, it enveloped me in a comfortable way and I just loved how it flowed like water when I walked.

Most greeted me in kind, though not by name. I do not expect that I would be recognized here, much in the same as how I do not recognize them either. It was a sea of strangers. However it was a friendly sea.

One such stranger approached and gave me bow in greeting, to which I gave a bow of my head in turn following it up with a polite smile. It seems as though he was searching for me directly and I find that to be very fortunate. I can get set to work straight away.

"Wonderful to meet you, Commander Bast. I would be happy to appease your curiosity." I take his arm and prepare to follow his lead to wherever he planned for us to have our conversation.

Tag: Gideon Bast