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

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Outfit: XoXo |Hair: XoXo | Equipment: -- | Tag: Lorn Reingard , Blaire Sal-Soren , Lossa Aureus , Brandyn Sal-Soren, Cybelle Sal-Soren , Rik Perris
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The glass Lorn handed her was emptied almost as quickly as it'd been given, fingers brushing his as she accepted it with a grateful nod. Never before had she so desperately wished to crawl into a Kindadlo cave and spend the rest of her days hidden there from the Galaxy, as she did in this moment.

Still, she bit back a sigh, lips curving into a faint smile that softened her sharp eyes for Lorn's benefit as he stumbled over his compliment. "Thank you," she said, voice even, her veins starting to feel like they were filled with the very stars burning up in the evening atmosphere.

"And Blaire," her tone shifted into something that took on a sort of sing-song edge, blue eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief that pointed on her sister. "If we're taking turns embarrassing each other, don't you think Lorn looks quite dashing tonight as well? Doesn't he deserve a compliment?"

The words left her lips before her better judgment could intervene. She thought fleetingly that Lorn did actually deserve the compliment. He did look dashing, in his own, authentic way. Though he perhaps did not deserve to be dragged into the crossfire of sibling antics. If she hadn't been three and a half glasses deep into champagne, she might have had the sense to stop herself.

Thankfully, before the moment could spiral any further, Rik arrived, cutting through the tension with his natural charisma and charm. A delicate brow raised at his overly poetic compliment, the corners of her mouth quirking into a small, feline grin, earning a soft laugh. "Oh, is that right?" she retorted, grin widening as she tilted her head, daring him to live up to his own flourish, mockingly curious. "I'd love to see you try."

The starlight was spreading through her, the earlier pang of weariness softened, pushed a little further away, like a distant ship bobbing on a vast ocean. In its place was a lightness she hadn't felt in far too long—a warmth that made the galaxy feel just a little smaller, a little less heavy.

Her eyes followed Lorns, who was still, quite frankly, looking a little shell-shocked. "Brandyn and Cybelle?" she asked, watching the blissful couple from across the way. It was easier to be happy for them, she found, while inebriated. Not that she was unhappy for them, she wasn't. Their happiness just reminded her of what she lacked. "We've all known Cybelle since we were little kids. She'd summer with us in Lake Country." Briana could remember the day that their mother introduced Cybelle to them. Brandyn had been smitten, even then, making it ridiculously easy for her tease him. Which she'd done, with relentless abandon. "She's… always been good for him. For all of us, really. The steady voice of reason to balance out the Sal-Soren impulsiveness." The kind of person who believed in people. In the best parts of them. Exactly the kind of person her brother needed.

"Hey, I gotta go meet someone. Message me if you need something." The datapad slipping back into her clutch as she gave Briana a quick hug before doing the same to Blaire.

"I'll catch up with you in a bit. Have fun!"

Briana almost frowned, but the smile on her cousins face gave her pause. When was the last time she'd seen Lossa smile like that? She returned Lossa's hug, squeezing her arm gently and doing her utmost to not let Lossa smell how flammable she'd become. "Yeah, of course. Don't let us keep you."

And then there were four.

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[Rhezz Falcar]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Briana Sal-Soren | Lorn Reingard | Blaire Sal-Soren | Rik Perris

He watched as people came and went. The pink lady left to go, somewhere. Didn't even take a coat with her. Either she was really used to the cold, or something really exciting had happened. Others drifted in and out. He could see a handful of people talking to the queen off to the other end of the bar from him. He didn't want to intrude on their conversation, but then again, he didn't want to intrude on any conversation. It just wasn't polite and it wasn't really his style, which was honestly why he had trouble meeting people that he didn't need to know professionally.

Maybe it was the drink getting the better of him, or the beautiful Sal-Soren women, but he decided that it might do him some good to get out of his comfort zone. Ghost couldn't always be a ghost or, well, he'd end up alone and miserable in the future, and what kind of life was that for a pilot? Random runs of delivering goods on some old freighter because he couldn't keep up with the younger pilots, with some droid for a co-pilot, didn't exactly seem thrilling to him.

He did order another drink before doing anything, though. If he was going to be chatting with people, the extra libation would go a long way to loosening his rather tightly wound tongue. Not to the point of loose lips sinking ships, but at least to the point he'd actually talk.

There were four of them still in the group. Two had left, for reasons unknown. Two women, two men. He was essentially the third wheel for the men, but he was only aiming to meet them. If he got to know some people, it might help him down the line, especially since Sando Squadron weren't just pilots, but were also somewhat of commando's and infiltrators. Their missions varied like that of the infamous Rogue Squadron of old. Never let it be said they lived a boring life.

"Evening," he said as he approached the group, drink in hand. "Couldn't help but notice the Sal-Soren's about. Never had the chance to meet you before so thought I'd... introduce myself to you and yours."

Even if they hadn't already guessed by his attire and the Sando Squadron patch on his jacket, they'd know shortly. He extended his hand to each of the men in turn, followed by the women.

"Rhezz Falcar, Sando Squadron. Friends call me Ghost."

 

[Blaire Sal-Soren]

Objective 3
Outfit
Tags: Briana Sal-Soren Lossa Aureus Rik Perris Lorn Reingard Rhezz Falcar
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Embarrassing each other?

She thought incredulously. How very typical of Briana to turn a charitable act into something nasty. Blaire was only trying to help. She'd been staying at Briana's since arriving on Naboo a couple weeks back and when ever she saw Briana, which was hardly at all since those awful nether portals had opened up again, she moped about the house thanks to her relationship with that Aiden fellow coming to an end. Blaire's had more than enough practice at moving on that she practically had it down to a science, a day of crying and self-pity, a day of drinking, a night(and perhaps a morning if it goes well) with some handsome but disposable creature.

don't you think Lorn looks quite dashing tonight as well? Doesn't he deserve a compliment?"

Blaire snagged another two flutes from a passing waiter and had one empty and back on the tray before they even had time to get away.

"Mmm, mhm," she said with a mouthful of champagne, "very dashing Lorn," she said quite absentmindedly, her focus very much on Briana now. "I very much agree, Lorn does deserve a compliment, Briana why don't you pay him one,"

"Lorn!"

A new voice called out and their little group grew by a member.

Bless me,

Shiraya was especially generous this Lifeday it would appear.

If dashing was what they were calling Lorn they would need to spend a day and night combing through the thesaurus to find the words for the newcomer in his three piece suit, and red kerchief, just dripping with charisma and Blaire couldn't wait to find out what else.

The man knew Lorn and that helped to raise Lorn in Blaire's esteem. He seemed to know Briana as well, somewhat intimately as well judging by his compliments.

"That is how you compliment a woman," Blaire said to no one in particular, her eyes still quite hungrily boring into the new arrival.

"Blaire Sal-Soren, Jedi's sister." Blaire said, placing her hand gently in Rik's with the clear intent for it to be kissed.

Blaire hardly noticed Lossa's distractedness. Her own distraction taking up plenty of her attention.

When Lossa made her exit Blaire gave Lossa a quick kiss on the cheek as her cousin hugged her good-bye. "Go easy on him," she told her cousin with a sly grin. Blaire had no clue really where Lossa was off to or what had called her away but Blaire had run out of enough parties half dressed to make an assumption.

Before long they were joined by another, their group having grown quite popular.

Shiraya's blessings continued,

The blonde, muscular, abhorrently underdressed man was apparently a pilot.

Blaire quite liked pilots. She thought of Jaa who technically was booted from the academy before ever earning his wings but still, he was pilot enough, or so he claimed, and she thought of Jonter Dalton , who did fly his own ship, through war zones apparently, but at the end of the day was just too good a guy for her.

"Ghost is it?" She asked failing to hide a snicker, "how does one get a name like that?"

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Cerys was full ready to complain all over again. But Lily's last words stopped her in her tracks. It was so very close to something that Master El-Vanna used to say. There is beauty in all life for those brave enough to view it aright.

The Togrutan's heart sunk. She did not belong here. Another failed attempt to finish her training, to keep her master's legacy alive. The very people she needed in order to progress, were also the people that caused affront to her morals. However, she had to admit that she liked Cybelle Sal-Soren quite a lot. And working alongside on the humanitarian work had started to grow on her. Perhaps, she could see beyond their moral failures and still learn what she needed to learn about being a Jedi.

"Do..."

She glanced at Lily with a wounded sidelong glance, and then looked sheepishly away.

"...do you see any beauty within me?"

Or am I just a problem to solve.

Lily Decoria

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Tags: Blaire Sal-Soren | Briana Sal-Soren | Rik Perris | Rhezz Falcar

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Lorn listened to Briana explain the dynamic between Brandyn and Cybelle, a familiar story of love and conflict, of teasing and affection. It was a story he knew too well, or at least, it was a story he thought he knew too well. Except, unlike his own experience with Virginia, this one had seemingly blossomed into something beautiful. Lorn felt a pang of longing deep within his chest, a dull ache for that lost connection, for the feeling of being truly seen and understood. He missed it, the shared laughter, the quiet moments of intimacy, the easy understanding. But he had buried that longing deep. He had devoted himself to his training, to the Force, and to protecting the people he cared about. What good had that even done him?

He snapped back to reality as Blaire's voice drifted through the air, drawing his gaze to the brewing exchange between the two women. He felt his ears burn as he became the sudden center of attention. This was a dynamic he had never experienced before, not at his adopted home with his Master, on Mirater. The upper-class on Mirater were much more subtle, their barbs veiled in pleasantries. This open, almost childish fight to embarrass each other was foreign. He hated being the focus of any attention and he really disliked whatever this situation was evolving into. He felt like a specimen under a microscope, pinned and dissected.

Lorn downed another glass of champagne hoping it would dull the discomfort. Then a hand clapped him on the back, a voice booming with cheer and compliments. He had seen the man at the Padawan catastrophe, Rik, he recalled, but he couldn't remember a proper introduction. Lorn felt a little overwhelmed by the sheer force of his personality. By Ashla, the amount of charisma in him and, frankly, this whole group could fill any room.

Sure enough, another joined them, a pilot this time. Lorn gave a small, tight-lipped smile to the self-proclaimed Ghost, but inwardly he felt a cold dread begin to pool in his stomach. The unfamiliarity of the situation was starting to press down on him, the large group of strangers a stark reminder of how much his life had changed. He was used to the tight-knit group on Mirater, a group he knew inside and out, where he could anticipate their every move. Here, among these vibrant strangers, he felt adrift, his senses overloaded. The laughter, the playful jabs, the constant flow of conversation became a suffocating wave. He found it harder to breathe, his chest tight. It felt like he was being squeezed into a box, the air getting thinner with every passing moment. The heat of the room intensified, or maybe it was just his own discomfort, making the air feel heavy and thick.

Lorn's eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for an escape route. He figured they were all engaged with each other; If it was rude to leave, he would apologize later. Right now, he just needed to breathe. He feigned a look at his datapad, pretending to receive an urgent message, a Jedi on important business. He slipped away, easing himself out of the circle and heading toward the bar, hoping to grab a moment to gather himself. He ordered two whiskeys, slamming one back and taking the other with him as he bolted towards the door. He needed fresh air, desperately.

He pushed the door open, the cold air outside a welcome relief. Lorn exhaled, a cloud of smoke escaping his lips. Much better. He sat on the steps, taking a small sip of his drink. That hadn't gone as planned at all. The party, the people, a reminder of a life where he had to start all over again. He took another sip of his whiskey, the taste of the liquor a little harsh on his tongue. He needed to find his center again, find the calm he had left in his own hands.

-Thread Exit-

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Wearing
Heels, Bracelet
Hidden Broken Core Dagger
Zane Cameron​

The polite ask to not cry was met with as much laughter as she could muster.

"Sorry, it. It's just been a good day." His hands pulled away, and she was reminded that they were outside. His jacket slid off and around her as she watched his hands move. Careful, slow, deliberate. All for her as he adjusted the collar and let his hands rest on her shoulders. Their eyes meeting as she smiled and laughed a little more.

"I don't think you would ever allow that by choice." Closing her eyes to feel the warmth wrapped around her now. "Thank you. And you are looking quite handsome yourself."

Returning the compliment as he offered an arm to her. "Gladly." Graciously accepting as she thought about what she wanted to drink.

"I think we might be able to find something good. I haven't had the chance to try a lot of these myself but I have been told everything is worth a try by some reputable sources." Pointing out a few of them as they made for the stalls ahead of them. Enjoying the surprises this life day had to offer her as she looked back up to the estate with a grin. Not forgetting the scene she had abandoned to have a little day of her own.

"We can enjoy the celebrations," Leaning against him a little as they walked. Tone carrying a hint of mischief in it as she breathed deep and prepared herself mentally. "I would like you to meet some of my family before you leave. Show them who was important enough for me to leave them in the middle of a party."

Unsure just who would be present for that particular interaction, but not nearly as worried as she might have been.

 

[Orion Pavond]

NABOO - DEE'JA PEAK - MARKETPLACE
Zara Saga | Lily Decoria | Cerys Dyn

This would be simpler than he thought. Apparently, his compassion for another person's well-being was unwarranted nor wanted. As the woman pushed him away, Orion utilized the momentum to safely remove the necklace from her pocket without anyone the wiser.

The pendant was his. Now, it was time to make like a tree and leave.

What came as a bit of an unexpected surprise was the shove into his back. However, it was not an unwelcome one. In fact, it played right into his hands. Falling forward, Orion landed in the snow for the second time today. Turning around while remaining sprawled on the ground, Orion's own face briefly flashed a smirk and a wink before raising his voice to a whisper only she could hear.

"Not so fun when it happens to you, is it?"

That was as far as he got before he immediately switched gears, clutching his arm in "pain". Hollering out loud to draw attention, Orion wailed and complained with the best of them. If there was anything that could be counted on, it was bad publicity and the Naboo people being such a helpful bunch. Cry wolf and the whole town would be up in arms to help.

And cry wolf Orion did indeed.

"I said I'm sorry! I didn't meant to trip into you!" Orion cried, "Ow! My arm!"

If the attention from the local bystanders was not enough, Orion had not forgotten the woman's own personal group. People of power and influence and held to far higher accountability than him, a poor helpless civilian on this blessed holiday. However one looked at it; this would not work out for Zara Saga .

As bystanders began to intercede and help Orion up, his eyes met the woman's a final time. Whatever vengeance she might seek against him for this, there was no fear in his eyes. If anything, a twinkle of amusement and curiosity that faded away as Orion stepped back and let the people of Naboo intercede.

Until next time.

Disappearing away into the crowd, Orion slipped the necklace from his inner jacket's arm and into his pocket. Walking with a slight limp that gradually became a more steady and pleased canter, Orion smiled as he planned to make a quick stop at the exact stall that sold these necklaces and trinkets, if he could find it. It should not be too difficult.

Let's say he had a hunch. That and he needed insurance for the future. Just in case. It never hurt to be too careful.

Stuffing a piece of parchment into his jacket's inner pocket as Orion left a particular stall, his senses and trained instincts began searching for two particular individuals: Lily Decoria and Cerys Dyn. If he remembered the general direction the pair traveled, it should not be too difficult to find them. Walking alongside the riverbank, Orion took note of the head of white hair and the blue-and-white lekku. Exactly the people he was looking for. However, neither of them had spotted him yet.

As he approached, Orion's ears began to pick up bits and pieces of the conversation before stopping in his tracks and ducking behind a market stall on the outskirts.

Oh no!

This was a critical point in the conversation, and the Mirialan hybrid and Jedi Knight knew enough to not ruin a beautiful moment like this. After all, the man knew when to make an entrance and when to make an exit.

So, he waited. Unobtrusive and out of the way as possible while listening in. Maybe, when the time was right, Orion could produce his bounty and put a few smiles on faces. But not right now. Not until this conversation sorted itself out and not a moment sooner.

Isn't this lovely?

 

[Cybelle Sal-Soren]

Location: Somewhere Between Spiked Egg Nog & a Life Day Tree
Tag: Brandyn Sal-Soren
Wearing: XoXo

"The whole thing."

She reaffirmed for him thoughtfully, as it was her wifely duty, to provide her husband with adequate clarification. Of course, he was her world. What else would he be? Cybelle giggled softly to herself at the memory of their sad Life Day tree at home. She'd been so proud of it having grown it from a little sprout over the last few months. It was a sturdy tree that would flourish once they somehow figured out how to move it outside. While she was quite environmentally aware…She realized she hadn't quite thought that plan through. Even ugly, it was still nice to lay under it and watch the lights twinkle.

The kiss to her ear drew her from thoughts and fed her ever-growing affection for him.

Then Brandyn dropped the bomb. They were leaving?

"But why?", she asked, her voice lilting with genuine curiosity and a hint of protest. Her lips formed a small pout for a moment before gesturing toward the towering tree next to the appetizer area. The dramatic flourish of the act might have seemed out of place were it not for the fact that she was so adorable in her concerns…Of course, worried about leaving it as it was. "This tree isn't even finished yet. Look…It's lovely, but it needs more sparkle. Don't you think?"

Her bewilderment hit an all-time high when she jumped subjects faster than a light-rail and her head nestled itself against his shoulder. More often than not, she felt like she fit, right there. A puzzle piece that had its place. "You said I could drink the eggy-nogg, you know. I said it looked strange and you said it was marvelous…", she added, her tone matter-of-fact, though, Cybelle was now looking at her near-empty cup of nogg on the edge of the table as if it had betrayed her. She hadn't realized it was that kind of beverage until it was too late.

"Can confirm, it's marvelous. Sneaky...But marvelous."

The kiss on her forehead mollified her indignation and her confusion softened into a sweet, sheepish smile. Cybelle leaned into him just a bit, comforted by the steady warmth of his arm around her waist. She missed any movement or motions he might have made toward other party-goers for the simple fact that she only had eyes for him. How could she be blamed for not seeing anything else? Hearing him refer to her, again, as his wife she bit her lip and snuggled against him. "You were there too. You actually did it. Married me. Infront of people. I love you.", she prattled on softly, considerately, while singing his praises into his shoulder like a little pixie. He was her Brandyn, after all.

"I love you so much."

No praise was enough. He really was so very pretty—

"But I'm not done enjoying the party. You're here. I'm here. It's perfect.", Cybelle murmured into him, but with such sincerity, that it likely made the statement feel as if it had more weight. She was completely oblivious to any guilt he might have felt in the moment, rather, content to simply inform him what she thought of him. How often, she thought of him. It was perhaps codependency at its finest but they'd earned a little reprieve from reality. It was harsh. Loving him, was simple.

As easy as breathing.

One delicate eyebrow arched for a moment, though, suddenly as her mind caught up to his previous words. "Wait…You think I've had enough?", she pulled away just enough, but someone bumped into her back and she stumbled back into his chest with a little laugh that dissolved into secret giggles. If she hadn't been intent on drinking her body weight in nogg she would have caught herself easy enough. No Jedi had such poor balance. "Okay, maybe, I've had enough."

When he told her she was the prettiest person there, her cheeks flushed even deeper, and she gave him a playful nudge with her shoulder. "You're just saying that because you looove me.", she teased, though, the way her smile lit up the room made it clear how much the compliment meant to her. Cybelle didn't care what anyone else thought of her, respectfully. Just what Brandyn thought, what he saw.

It went a long way toward letting him lead her to the exit.

"Are you sure...You don't want just one dance?"

They hadn't done that in a while and the way she asked made it seem as if she were asking for more than that. Just…Being with him, in public. She might have been a touch more smiley than normal but she could still walk in a straight line. "I won't embarrass you in front of the pretty fellas…"

Cybelle would probably…Crawl into the floor and die if he was ashamed to be seen with her.

His—Mrs. Sal-Soren.

Her hand raised and she held out her pinky. "Promise."

 

[Kahne Porte]

Tags: Blaire Sal-Soren Rhezz Falcar Briana Sal-Soren Rik Perris

Kahne stood with his arms crossed, snow fell lightly on the Jedi Master, as he stood from the balcony and watched the exchange between Dreidi Xeraic and Aiden Porte

He wasn't trying to snoop, however he was concerned. Kahne took a deep breath inhaling the cold air, filling his lungs. He watched his son disappeared into the darkness.

"All isn't so hopeless, my son." The Jedi Master whispered, as if the cold winds would carry his words to him. Providing a small measure of peace, of comfort in these time. "You have so much yet to do." Kahne pulled away from the balcony as he moved back inside before giving a small shake to loosen the snow that had accumulated on him. Kahne could feel the emotions of those around him. Much filled with merriment, while other were filled with a sense of sorrow.

He moved back through the beautiful retreat that Kalantha had graciously invited them too. He passed by Brandyn Sal-Soren and Cybelle Sal-Soren a small smile crept across his face. In his mind, he wished them much happiness. He knew of their story, and that they were here and with each other.

That was everything.

He stopped by the bar and requested a glass of Corellian whiskey, before moving closer to Briana, her sister Blaire and a new face that he didn't know.

"Good tidings, to you all." The Jedi Master said with a small smile, raising his glass to the four of them before taking a small sip. "I hope your evening has been merry." He glanced towards Blaire, whom he hadn't officially met yet, to Rhezz and then Rik. "I am Kahne Porte, it's a pleasure meet you all." The Jedi Master smiled and offered a friendly hand towards them.

 

[Zane Cameron]

Zane chuckled softly, the warmth of her words and the laughter in her tone settling into his chest like a perfect melody. He glanced at her, a crooked grin playing across his lips as they strolled through the festive stalls, her arm tucked securely in his.

"A good day, huh?" he teased gently, his tone light. "Well, I'll take that as a win." He gave her a playful nudge with his shoulder, careful not to jostle her too much.

When she leaned into him, her warmth pressed against his side, Zane felt a flicker of something that wasn't quite nerves but wasn't entirely calm either. Her presence was grounding, yet her words carried weight, especially when she brought up family. His brows lifted slightly, and he let out an exaggerated gasp, placing his free hand over his heart in mock alarm.

"Meet your family?" he asked, his grin widening into something mischievous. "They're not the types to draw lightsabers for stealing you away, are they?" he joked, "I'll happily meet them if I get to live another day."

His green eyes sparkled with humor, but the underlying warmth in his tone made it clear he wasn't actually worried. If anything, he was honored she wanted to introduce him, and it showed in the way his grin softened at the edges.

He led her toward a vendor selling steaming mugs of caf and cocoa, his hand lightly brushing hers as he gestured. "First, though, hot drinks. Can't have you introduce me frozen solid."

He winked at her, his laughter light as he handed her a steaming cup of cocoa. "Here's to more good days," he said, raising his own mug with a grin. "And maybe a little trouble while we're at it."

Lossa Aureus ​

 

[Zara Saga]

Tags: Orion Pavond​

Zara's hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. "Get up…" she hissed, the words strained and laced with a barely contained fury. The man's pathetic display, the theatrical clutching of his arm and the exaggerated wails, it was an insult. A childish, cowardly escape from the consequences of his actions. Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint igniting within them. She could feel the weight of stares, the curious gazes of onlookers turning towards her as the green man's voice rose in volume and fabricated distress.

The Force surged within her, a dark tendril coiling around his throat as the impulse to choke him, to silence his pathetic cries, threatened to overwhelm her. But then, she registered his gaze darting over her shoulder, towards the stoic figures of the Diarchs. "Chit." she muttered, the curse a sharp expulsion of frustration, and yanked her hand back, cutting off the flow of the Force before it could betray her. She couldn't afford to draw that kind of attention, not now.

"Coward..." she spat at the man, the word dripping with disdain. Then, with a slow, deliberate burn of anger intensifying her every movement, she began to back away. Her eyes didn't leave him, though, fixed on his smirking face, a viper's fascination with a poison not yet delivered. She walked backward, every step a stomp of frustration. Her jaw was tight, her teeth grit together, the muscles in her neck corded with tension. It wasn't just the pendant, not anymore. It was the audacity, the blatant manipulation, and the indignity of being made a fool of in front of everyone.

Her steps grew faster, a controlled retreat that barely contained the torrent of fury threatening to boil over. Each backward stride was like a physical expression of her rage, the hem of her dress swishing back and forth like a flag of war proclaiming her intent for retribution. She would have that pendant, and she would make him pay for the humiliation, even if it meant nothing to her and even if she stole it in the first place..

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

A SENTIMENTAL FEELING
Wandering Dee'ja Peak's Marketplace

"Thanks, Zaiya," he said, stopping in his tracks. "Think I know what I'm going to get for her. You two have fun."

Zaiya watched Joro Kal'nath disappear into the crowd, her bioluminescent skin dimming to soft, muted hues that mirrored the exhaustion settling over her. It was just her and Aris now, the lingering quiet wrapping around them like the chill in the air. She took a deep breath, letting the crisp air fill her lungs, and exhaled slowly, her breath misting faintly in the fading light.

Glancing up at Aris Noble , she managed a faint smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Sorry for all the crazy..." she said, brushing a stray lock of hair back from her face. Her voice was soft and tinged with weariness, though her skin shimmered faintly with warm bronze-flecked peach, a small attempt to reassure him.

She had been so-o excited to explore the marketplace earlier, to find something special for him, Mahsa, and Ayhan. But after everything that had happened, her energy had drained faster than a faulty power cell. And, well… she couldn't very well let him see what she might pick out for him, could she?

"I think I'm a bit tired," she admitted, her spots rippling faintly with soft weary tan streaks. "If you're not too busy, do you want to come with me to Lossa's? I'm staying there while Iris is away."

She paused, glancing at him to gauge his reaction before adding, "We can catch up there."

Aris didn't hesitate; his agreement was as steady and sure as always. A grateful warmth spread through her, glowing golden on her skin. Looping her arm through his, Zaiya gave him a small, genuine smile, one that finally reflected in her eyes. Together, they turned and left the bustle of the marketplace behind, the noise fading into the distance as they walked side by side.

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[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

"Did you say...eggy-nog?" He said, laughter unable to be suppressed. Brandyn's eyes were alight with delight.

"I think the proper name is eggy-noggy," he added though his laughter. It felt good to feel so light and free. Life had been so very heavy for so very long.

It was honestly taking everything in his power not to just sweep her up into his arms and carry her home. If nothing else, it would be highly amusing to watch her struggle between protesting and curling up in his arms. The sweetness of the thought was nigh to overwhelming.

"Pretty fellas?" He said. His tone was thick with a playful accusation "Point out these pretty fellas...I gotta mess some faces up tonight."

He made a show of walking away from Cybelle to go after these so-called pretty fellas, but instead sung about with a pivot on his heel. "How about I offer you a dance with the prettiest fella around?" He said. The conspiracy was afoot. He could play the game too.

He bent slightly, face coming to her level. One eyebrow popped up and a smile played at the edges of a serious expression. "I have heard tale of a handsome Jedi Knight who has set his heart on the fairest maiden of them all..."

Brandyn squinted as if remembering the details of a story he had once been told. He looked as though he was struggling to remember, with a moment of clarity bringing about another torrent of mischievous words.

"...she of caramel coloured eyes was all the more sweet for the smile that could light even the coldest of hearts. Dark chocolate hair framed the natural radiance of her innocent and flawless face...now come to think of it the person that told me this story may have been a little hungry at the time because they used a lot of food based metaphors...but I digress..."

He stood up again and stretched forth his hand.

"...sadly for this handsome Jedi Knight, I beat him here. So...fair maiden...knowing that there is someone even more handsome than I on the way...can I at least get the first dance?"

Cybelle Sal-Soren

 

[Gideon Bast]

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

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"Our primary facility is in Kijimi City of course," he said, referring to the capital. "NCBC is welcome to establish auxiliary offices and labs there, or if you would prefer more seclusion from the locals, there are several sites in the mountains surrounding the city that would make excellent locations for new construction. Perhaps we can arrange for a trip in the near future, so that you can tour both options and make an informed decision."

And it really did come down to Liin's preference. In terms of industry, Kijimi was a literal hidden gem; the mountains were loaded with precious metals below the blanket of ice and snow that packed their peaks. The city was also full of untapped potential. Despite their checkered past, the First Order remnants were not as difficult to work with as they might seem. Even the Ashiga Clan was simple enough to get along with, assuming you showed respect to their queen and her 'voice,' a little bug by the name of Keexem Skel who often spoke on her behalf.

"You don't have to reveal any trade secrets, Miss. Terallo, but I'm curious to know what you might need from us to set things in motion. What typically goes into an NCBC facility?"

 

[Liin Terallo]

In the mountains? That gave the impression to me that I could encounter snow again. I have yet to touch snow with my bare hands, nor be amongst the snow as it falls from the sky. I know that it is cold, but is it soft as it looks? Or with sharp edges like ice? Such childish wonders are to be experienced when I have a moment to myself. Although moments like those are very rare, indeed.

"I think that a visit to scout out potential locations would be most suitable. It is far better than what schematics and holo-images can produce."

I have a sip of the champagne as he inquires about what NCBC would need in terms of our facilities. Such an inquiry is common, so there is no hestitation for me in responding. "We require decent sized laboratories and storage facilities temperature controlled to be similar to that of New Cov. Access to various metals and supplies that each project would require would also be helpful. For the less that we need to ship over, the better." Ideally biomolecules and staff should be all that NCBC ships to Kijimi. It is my hope that there is no need to move through potentially hostile territory.

"Have you visited New Cov yet? Perhaps if you were to tour one of our facilities it would give you a greater idea as to the kinds of spaces that we require."

Tag: Gideon Bast

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Wearing
Heels, Bracelet
Hidden Broken Core Dagger
Zane Cameron​

He was warm against her. A warmth she hadn't remembered for some time. A refreshing reminder that she wasn't alone. Walking beside him, grinning like the loth cat returning from a victorious outing.

"I would hope so. Not often I get to enjoy this day." Laughing as he nudged her with his shoulder. Earning him a playful pat in return before leaning into him again.

Watching him as he processed her words. Feeling something about him shift but not draw away at the mention of her family. Hopeful feelings settling over her as they walked along as her head turned enough to watch his theatrics. Not at all hiding the grin that formed at the sight. His willingness to meet those that she held close and called family an equal reminder of how important those people were regardless of everything that was happening around her.

"I won't let them near you with a lightsaber." A slight giggle forming at the idea of Briana charging after them in her evening wear wielding her blade at the slight of missing this meeting. "Though, one in particular would be after my hide if I don't have you meet them."

The thought of any more of her family, direct or otherwise, was quickly shelved as they found the vendor selling caf and cocoa. A familiar wave to the man behind the stand that was now eying both of them as if he'd just learned the greatest secret in the galaxy. The look hidden as her eyes shot him a curious look.

"If you met them while I was chilled, we might actually have a problem." She laughed, graciously accepting the mug and holding it in her hands. A wide smile at his wink as he raised his own mug in a toast to the evening. Her mug clinking against his as she added on to his words.

"To more good days, and a little trouble too."

 

[Rik Perris]

HER BLESSINGS FLOW
THE QUEEN'S RETREAT - DEE'JA PEAK - NABOO

Though he was a Corellian Jedi through and through, he did learn much as a boy, as all his half-siblings did, on the matters of dancing, noble etiquette, and more besides at the insistence of the matriarch of the Alderaanian family his mother had married into before he was old enough to remember. Lady Osira was a loving yet cunning great-grandmother who could convince him of anything at that age; after all, she had been a lawyer and never treated him as a child where it mattered most.

She impressed upon him what mattered. That stayed with him, even now, almost two decades later. So, when Blaire put her hand in his, curling her fingers over the edge of his hand rather than grasping it for a handshake, Rik gave a soft half-smile, lifted her hand, and bent just enough to gingerly press his lips to her fingers. Then he lifted his head and looked squarely at her for a moment, but didn’t release her hand just yet.

“A pleasure.”

A safe enough response. Yes, he caught how hungrily she had been staring, practically felt it, not in the least bit demure. He could say something, he could say any number of things, but it was simply in his best interests not to. It wasn’t his business to. He didn’t know her. Countless reasons. He just wasn’t that kind of guy.

And with her sister right there? No bueno, anyway.

Then he let her hand go with a full, though small smile this time, and returned his attention to the rest of the group, sipping his whisky. Thinking over the retort Briana had lobbed at him for his poetic compliment when he went to introduce himself to Blaire… well, his glass hid that amused smirk. It was good to see her spirits lifting, even if it had taken champagne to make it happen, so long as that didn’t become a problem., though it would seem he'd turned away from Blaire just in time to see Lossa Aureus leave.

"Yeah, of course. Don't let us keep you."

"Go easy on him."

"Good for her," he mused, lowering his glass, wondering who the lucky fella was. Or unfortunate, depending on how he played his cards. Then as if some sort of strange trade had occurred, the little group got someone decidedly less attractive - though it was plain unfair comparing a lot of people to that pink-skinned, black-haired woman - in exchange.

"Hey, there."

Rik lifted his glass to the guy who was wearing a squadron patch he didn't recognise; the Corellian Knight had handed off his old squadron jacket to his youngest brother ages back. After he had done the rest of his growing, filled out, and put on a lot more muscle over the years, Rik had found the jacket that once fit the scrawny young guy he used to be was a little too snug. Giving it up hadn't been easy, but he wasn't getting any more use out of it, as he rarely did combat flight anymore.

He had transitioned to ground combat quite easily, though, and that better aligned with what he'd wanted as a young boy, before the Force within him had made itself known. At the blond's initial intro, one corner of his mouth lifted, humoured, and he gave his head a little shake, going for another sip of his whisky, then shaking the pilot's hand when the offer and his actual introduction came around.

"Rik Perris," he replied in kind, "Ghost? They used to call me Scraps." Rik grinned, but before he could say more, Blaire chimed in, "Ghost is it?" while failing to hide a snicker, "how does one get a name like that?"

Rik's brows went up a little, and he blew out a short breath, mildly amused. "Can tell you right now he didn't choose it," Rik answered, then with a small laugh, he kept going, "it chose him. Fighter jocks are animals." He could say worse things, but only in jest. He lifted his chin toward Falcar, indicating the guy. "What's the story?"

Soon enough he noticed Lorn Reingard take a quick glance around, peer at his datapad, and slip away, seemingly in response to whatever was he saw. Brown eyes followed him for a moment or two, finding it strange that he stopped at the bar if whatever pulled him away was so urgent... but that was probably the Order's business. He went to glance at Briana, only to see yet another come to fill in for the one that had just left, and so ensued another round of handshakes and introductions.

At least Rik had met this one, already; he'd known of the man's wife for years before meeting Kahne himself, from when she'd flown together with his own parents, many years back. He wasn't all that well acquainted with their children; Kelly, though...

"How's the fam doing, Kahne? You heard much from Addison lately?"

'Cause last he'd heard from his own mother, Kelly was off on some beach-world-hopping trip with the girl, but Kelly never told him anything. They'd hardly talked for the past decade, apart from the odd Life Day that both he and his Revenant brother came home, and that was always a bit awkward.

Briana Sal-Soren • Blaire Sal-Soren • Rhezz Falcar • Kahne Porte​

 

[Zane Cameron]

Zane's grin widened as their mugs clinked together, the soft chime ringing out like a promise. He took a slow sip of his cocoa, savoring the warmth that spread through him — though he wasn't entirely sure it wasn't just Lossa's presence doing most of the warming.

He glanced down at her, the playful glint in his green eyes softening as he caught the smile on her lips. It wasn't just the laugh or her words that struck him, though those were undeniably charming. It was the way her energy seemed to brighten, the way she leaned into him, comfortable and content. It felt like he was part of the reason for that, and the thought sent a pleasant flutter through his chest.

"You know," Zane began, tilting his head as he looked at her, "I think I'm getting the better end of this deal. Good company, great cocoa, and no imminent threat of lightsabers. You're really spoiling me here, Lossa."

He winked, his voice carrying a teasing edge, but there was no missing the sincerity behind his words. He gave her hand a light squeeze, his thumb brushing over her knuckles absentmindedly as they strolled past another festive stall. The soft glow of string lights overhead cast a warm hue on the snow-dusted street, making everything feel just a little more magical.

"Honestly, I think we're onto something here," he continued, his grin returning as he gestured at the world around them. "Good days, a little trouble, and…" He paused, giving her an exaggerated once-over. "I even got you a gift."

He let his words hang in the air just long enough to watch her reaction, the mischievous gleam in his eyes bright as ever. Then, as if unable to help himself, he leaned a little closer and added, "Do you want it now? Or wait until later?"

Zane smiled, light and easy, letting the moment settle comfortably between them as they continued their stroll. Wherever this night led, he knew one thing for sure — being here with Lossa was a memory he wouldn't trade for anything.

Lossa Aureus ​

 

[Kalantha]

Her Blessings Flow

Kalantha kept her eyes on Nora Laan , interested in learning more about New Cov and possibly making connections for the future as well.

“Have you come to Naboo for business, perhaps? Or a spot of diplomacy?” New Cov wasn’t that far from the growing Republic, after all. With Nora’s company being Joran Del-Finn , it was entirely possible that she was considering diplomatic relations with Naboo. Joran rarely kept up with those he did not view as either a political ally or an enemy that needed to be kept close, and Nora hardly seemed to be the latter.

Kalantha presumed that diplomacy, then, was a safe way of conversation. “The Covie have remained neutral, as I understand it. Do your people intend to remain as such, or are you seeking admission into the Galactic Alliance… or perhaps the Republic?”

Tags: Joran Del-Finn | Nora Laan​

 

[Kahne Porte]

"How's the fam doing, Kahne? You heard much from Addison lately?"

"It's good to see you Rik." The Jedi Master said with a smile and a polite bow of his head. "The family is doing rather well, for the most part." Kahne said with a small chuckle as he thought of Aiden for a brief moment, going through his own struggles but he would get through them.

"Not as much as I would like, but she is growing and needs her freedom." Kahne smirked as he knew what things were like for him at that age. Granted Kahne's parents were taken from him at an incredibly young age. However, he had several parental figures in his youth, so he would catch tease from them at his lack of communication and such.

"She keeps mentioning a boy but doesn't say to much other than that. She seems to be very happy though, that's all I care about." The Jedi Master smiled.

"How about you, what new things has life brought to you?"

Rik Perris Briana Sal-Soren Rhezz Falcar Blaire Sal-Soren