First Annual Galactic Games - Avalonia

[Daxton Bane]

Watching [member="Tyyni Oluja"] worm his way through the stun bolt barrage was amusing Daxton couldn't help but laugh. If they thought this was his attack, they were about to have a very nasty surprise.

Leaping from his bike without warning, he activated his magboots and braced himself a mere meter from the fire trap. Sensing that the rider was no longer on board, the hoverbike's autopilot kicked in, pulling a high g maneuver to head back to their goal area.

With everyone so focused on attacking Undiin, he used his mastery of Force Push and Pull to take the ball and hurl it into the undefended goal, to score the first point of game. You could say he did this without breaking a sweat, like the time he yanked a carrier from the atmosphere to prevent it from escaping, only much easier since the mass of the ball was not as dense.

 

[Asharad Graush]

The brunette [member="Araceli Del Vilar"] did look as if she were a spectator. The High Colonel hadn't a clue as to who she was, and he could be certain the same could be said for her. The only piece of identity that would distinguish him from any of the other spectators there was the High Colonel rank pin on his black Officer's uniform. Along the railing the Sith Hybrid was merely a few metres away, two hands loosely wrapped around the bar as balanced his weight upon it.

Why was he there again?

Oh, yes, because a certain Moff had challenged his loyalty to the First Order.

Which was completely right mind you, but he couldn't let it be said that the young High Colonel wasn't wholeheartedly dedicated to the First Order.

The golden orbs in the High Colonel's skull was reserved specifically for [member="Rolf Amsel"]. The man was a member of his Regiment temporarily if what the higher ups said was true. Regardless, he was also a factor in the Prakithian's being there at the event.

Galactic Games.

"This already looks like a mess," he muttered lowly to himself. Twisting his head around to the side to look upon the woman on his right before looking back to the game. "The colour of your dress almost seems out of place here," he says. What with all the black, gray, and white that was standard for members of the First Order military and even some of the higher ups in its noble society. A conversation starter perhaps? Or rather to speak to another spectator? Meanwhile, it appeared that all of the contestants were leaping onto one person.

But then his eyes were drawn to the screens that showed one of the Mandalorians, something Bane, that much he knew, throwing the ball off at the goal.

Even with limited knowledge of the game A'sharad knew something was off.

"That's not how the game works."

Well they are called bucketheads for a reason.

 

[Samka Derith]

Gear: Training saber, barrage of offensive Force Powers



Insolent was Sam's first thought on [member="Rolf Amsel"]. She had thought officers of The First Order had been trained with more respect, perhaps if they met under different circumstances she would teach it to him but today choking her teammate would be counter productive. At least [member="Decima Fortan"] seemed to be in a much more hospitable mood.

Suddenly the count down to start was over and the Mandolorians were the first to make a move, predictably diving head first into The Silver Sanctum. Amsel too dived into the fray with a surprising burst of speed. Sam couldn't help but crack a small smile as she watched him dash off, so he may be worth his salt after all. She turned back towards Fortan and pointed to one of the elevated platforms in the arena. "I'm going to take the high ground and cover our enthusiastic teammate from there. If you require my support, give me a tap." They would be too far away to touch physically of course but Force users had an advantage in communication that way.

Sam leaped up to the arena's second floor with an effortless looking Force assisted jump, making sure to land in a dramatic pose for the audience. From here she would be temporarily safe from the chaos below. "Now how can we make this interesting?" Sam muttered to herself as she scanned the game taking place. She had a moment before Amsel would reach the Mandolorian captain, enough time for one move. Sam grinned as inspiration struck. One of the opposing competators, [member="Daxton Bane"], had abandoned his hover bike for a surprise attack. "Let's even out the odds somewhat." Sam picked up the bike with the Force, leaving it hovering above the arena a moment before crushing down in every angle. Horrible creaking noises filled the stadium as the bike slowly sprung dents then entire metallic parts began to fall onto the floor below. There was a large crunch as the hoverbike collapsed in on itself the fuel canister burst open. To finish up, Sam through the remaining scrap into one of the fire traps near The Silver Sanctum's goal. The fuel from the bike caused the fire to roar and grow to an unseen size adding to the danger and excitement.

Sam's grin now stretched from ear to ear. A job well done. Now she turned back towards where Amsel would be attacking and threw a precise bolt of Force Lightning at his opponent's thigh. Her true speciality was duelling but she may as well save that talent for later when the enemy had exhausted themselves. From here she could distract and damage the Mandolorian captain enough that Amsel should bring him down without much difficulty.

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Marzena’s eyes lingered for a moment on the young Fortan down on the field, eyelashes fluttering with curiosity. Her attention shifted to the remaining two members of the team, and she gave a slight nod of approval. Surely these three could bring glory to the First Order. The announcer’s voice filled the arena again, Marzena’s hand rose to her chest as she listened to the quick explanation of the rules. Even though she was far from the field, she could feel her own heart beating swiftly with anticipation. She hadn’t even noticed the official that had entered their skybox to provide Ludolf with a hushed update. Marzena turned as she heard the General’s deep voice next to her, and she offered him a smile.

“Well, that will certainly be thrilling.” She said in response to his comment about the Supreme Leader’s appearance. “I would love a caf –” Marzena started to say, but pressed her lips together. A hot cup of caf did sound wonderful, but it was now on the list of things she was no longer allowed. Her eyes turned down towards her stomach for a moment, and she looked back up to [member="Ludolf Vaas"]. “Just some water, please.”

Marzena let go of the General’s hand and leaned forward in her seat, just in time to see the start of the game. Traps, weapons, and a mad rush of the players... things were already off to quite a start.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

"It appears that the main action of the game is centered on the Silver Sanctum's goal - [member="Valae Kitra"] and [member="Tyyni Oluja"] appear poised to pick the ball from the Mandos, while Jessica attempts to do the same from behind them. Meanwhile the First Order team crushed the Mando hoverbike and put its remains in a fire trap, forcing all three teams to take detours if they reached for the SSC's goal zone"

"In the Sanctum's case, it's really when going for offensive zones. Jessica just isn't the same as she was back on Kashyyyk: she lacked the accuracy she had at the time"

"It leaves me wondering just how could Jessica have held in terror a ranking member of the Alor'e Council alongside two senior officers back on Kashyyyk. She must be seizing the ball before the Mandos can score though"

Frank is baffled by how she could hold in terror three Mandalorian officers, one of which is a ranking member of the Alor'e Council, one of the Cuir Rekr: Draco Vereen. That is no mean feat, even if aided by Wookiee zombies (she had no hand in their creation however, or perhaps she just called them Wookiee zombies even though they aren't actually zombies). But the crowd was burning to see better from their hometeam. Dunames was about to predict that the main action would be happening nowhere near the teams' goal zones, especially since the shape of the field left the teams with defensive bottlenecks, unlike the more conventional square or rectangular fields used in huttball games. Dunames was just about to scream at the First Order team for simply showing defensive restraint while their opponents are locked in a stalemate near the Sanctum's goal zone... but Taking Off on a Star Tour's holovision debut was going to go down the drain if she did that.

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

Undin got hit by the Force Push , and as he tripped he felt the ball get taken away from his hands. He fell to the ground , but his armour protected him and he was fine and with the speed that he was going it allowed him to get up in his feet , just in time to see the Hutt coming at him. As the slime ball ignited his saber , so did Undin. In his left hand his Aquamarine saber and in his right hand his White saber. Unfortunately , for the enemy teams , his sabers weren't training ones. As the Hutt went for a swing at him, he paired the hit with his right saber and went for a chest stab with his left saber.
[member="Tyyni Oluja"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

The seconds were slipping by, but the moments seemed to stretch out before the Jedi Knight. Just as her hand had propelled her force push at [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"], she had spotted the handsome face of [member="Rolf Amsel"] speeding past. She guessed that he was trying to throw her off her guard. The form of [member="Tyyni Oluja"] was also visible, riding the force wave towards the tiny Mandalorian. Valae stood her ground, muscles taut and ready to spring into action. She had been anticipating that Undin would avoid her attack, but she was pleased to see him falling down to the ground.

And then the ball slipped from the boy’s grasp... only to be found by [member="Daxton Bane"]’s use of the force. However, instead of using his body to run the ball to the SSC goal, the man merely hurled the ball through the air. It wasn’t going to be that easy. Valae jumped into the air, the force powering her movements, and her hands reached for the ball. Success! The Jedi Knight landed with the ball in hand, just as a piece of the hoverbike fell into the fire trap nearby, and she jumped as the blaze raged next to her.

Though the heat of the trap was on her skin, she spotted [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] standing ready. “Jess! Catch!” Valae hollered at the blonde, sending the ball swiftly towards her teammate. How she hoped that it was not intercepted by another team. Out of the corner of her eyes she thought she saw Tyyni, and the flash of sabers. For now she would stand to defend, but would certainly go to aid the Hutt, should he need it.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Once Undin dropped the ball to engage [member="Tyyni Oluja"] using Yoda's lightsaber, Jessica rose to the occasion to pick up the ball left by a long pass [member="Valae Kitra"] made after a save. Understandably, she needed to keep that bowcaster on her back so that she could successfully make said catch. And thank the Force she had the silicar on that armor! As she learned it the hard way on Kashyyyk, she could walk through a fire trap that had the same temperature as the standard stuff used by Mandalorian flamethrowers (circa 1500 Kelvin) and she had to make it quick, to run through the fire trap with armor and a bowcaster - and not just so that she could keep the bowcaster working. That was one very long, Force-aided pass from Valae: Jessica could nonetheless catch it away from Daxton's reach, too dis. Because the Mandalorians made their push towards the Sanctum, Jessica made the run towards the Mandos' zone. She couldn't wield a bowcaster with one hand, the recoil was far too big for that.

"How quickly the momentum has shifted from the Mandos to the Silvers" a Silvers fan in the attendance screamed in Jessica's direction.

Jessica needed roughly ten seconds to run from her current position to the Mandos' goal zone. The Mandos' fans realized in horror that not only that lady fought on Kashyyyk posing as a Republican sniper, she was going to open wound once again on that huttball terrain. But was she fast enough to minimize any contact with one [member="Titan Kryze"] or any of the First Order players? The latter were going to be on the move soon enough.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

The stench of propaganda was appaling. The aesthetic of decorations that adorned the capital city of Avalonia was far too familiar. Allegedly celebrating athleticism and the human form, their sole purpose was to convey supremacy. Gleichschaltung, or the rewiring of society had already begun. Zonia couldn't ignore her gut feeling that told her something was amiss, a subtle, hidden agenda behind this display of olympian splendor. Why organize costly games and send out invitations across the galaxy? As an economist, Kalranoos could not come up with a valid reason why to invest in a such a large-scale sporting event, on a planet far away from main trading routes. Unless, the First Order was trying to make a statement and let the rest of the cosmos familiarize themselves with their Weltanshauung.

The Alliance had mostly ignored the invitation, viewing the Order as an enemy, but Zonia could not pass up the opportunity to witness it firsthand. Who knows what could one find out whilst idly mingling with the adversaries? She thus clad herself in a crimson gown that mimicked ominous silken banners in both hue and texture, and wore her dark hair in high bun. Kalranoos used the invitation which was extended to Alliance's diplomats to enter the stadium, but it seems like the clearance credentials had changed somewhat. Seemingly, only for Alliance personnel...

"I can't let you through, madam." a young officer waved a hand upon scanning her pass - "Your seat was cancelled."
"What do you mean... cancelled?" the Prakithan raised an eyebrow - "The Alliance was assigned seats in exclusive skybox a month ago. I didn't travel half-way across the galaxy to sit on the floor somewhere..."
"I'm sorry, madam. Nothing we can do." he replied with a shrug.
"I want to speak to your superior. Immediately." Zonia almost commanded, pouting her plump lips in dissatisfaction. The officer frowned slightly, before opening up a channel on his comm.

"Please notify the Director that Zonia Kalranoos from the Galactic Alliance has an invalid pass. Seems her seat reservation was cancelled." A sour smile crossed his lips - "Do not fret, madam. We'll get this sorted out quickly."
"I sure hope so." Kalranoos replied softly and turned around to briefly reapply red lipstick.

[member="Corvo Santagar"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Decima glanced at her teammates, smarming at one another like true First Orderites. These people...

"I say we go after the Mandalorians first. The Sanctum will be less of a threat to us if we use them as weapons against the Clans," she observed, but when she turned, [member="Samka Derith"] had fled and so had [member="Rolf Amsel"]. She lowered her head and sped into the fray. In her possession was a training blade, a pair of blaster pistols -- set to stun out of respect for the game, unlike the filthy illiterate [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] who seemed to be wielding real sabers. Alas, knowing how to read is what separated people from animals, and it seemed like the zoo had had an escapee. Decima scanned the battlefield, saw the ball in the hands of the blonde Silver Sanctum player, and scanned her environment.

Judging by the trajectory of [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] and her obvious target, Decima thought she could rush up the ramp leading to the scaffold over the field before the Mandalorians' goal. If she hurried...

She drew on the Force and time seemed to blur around her. She was up the ramp in seconds and hurling herself through the air with a little push from the energy field that surroudned all living things. The words of [member="Darth Veles"] and [member="Caid Centurion"], distant memories by now but echoing in her actions: she pulled the Force into herself, used it, harnessed it, flung herself into the air. She soared unnaturally -- falling, to be sure, but at a speed that caused her to be able to just tackle Jessica around the legs as she landed hard. The landing stung, bruised, but if her move had been a success it would be worth it.

 

[Kellyn Muir]

It wasn't long after Corvo had reached his skybox that he had business more business to attend to. A uniformed stormtrooper had notified him that he was needed at another skybox. Reaching into his bag of popcorn, he placed a piece in his mouth and began chewing as he let out a sarcastic sigh and did an about face. He didn't know who this [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] was, nor did he particularly care. The Minister of Security being relegated to resolving seating disputes - now that was a tale.

It didn't take long until he showed up to the location his guard had informed him about. He didn't have his usual entourage with him. In fact, this was a rare moment he was alone in public. Between the back and forth of the crowds not at their seats, he saw an officer holding his post and a woman waiting expectantly. Nonchalantly, he approached the two, placing another piece of popcorn into his mouth, chewing as he approached.

"What is it?", he asked. After a couple short minutes, he turned to direct his attention to the lady in need of assistance. "Miss Kalranoos.", he started with a sudden professionalism and apparent interest. He strolled past her, back to his own skybox. "Walk with me.", he requested. If she didn't, well, then he could enjoy his game and not worry about the problem that wasn't worth the stroll. He knew she'd come though, whether it was out of curiosity or because she had planned to see him beforehand.

 

[Progflaw99]

Rolf watched as the ball bounced as it exited the hands of [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"], ending up in the hands of the woman he'd stopped short near. It didn't take him more than a few seconds to realize she was going to pass the ball downfield. His eyes tracked the ball as it flew through the air, watching as one of the other SSC team, a blonde, snatched the ball out of the air. He let the ball go, instead choosing a new method. Looking to where the attractive brunette had gone, he grinned. There weren't any rules in huttball, at least not as far as off-sides or fouls. Gathering up his strength he shot forwards, following in [member="Valae Kitra"] 's footsteps he sprinted again. His breath was even and metered as his legs pumped, his arms swinging with the movement. In the corner of his eye he picked up movement, the crushed form of a crushed bike slamming into one of the fire traps. That must have been [member="Samka Derith"].

His feet sending him flying across the field, his ears picked up a sound... as he looked to where one of the Mandalorians had begun a fight in earnest, he got the distinct feeling something was amiss but couldn't place it. He saw in the distance, [member="Decima Fortan"] had taken a dive at the blond woman, [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] who now controlled the ball. He wished his teammate luck.

As he quickly came up from behind the woman, he lowered his force pike horizontally at knee level. He almost felt a twinge of guilt, singling her out again but the fact was it was a good opportunity. She'd stopped short after leaping back from the raging inferno of the fire trap. Now was his opportunity. His original target had been the Mandalorians but as it seemed he had the opportunity he adjusted his plan slightly. Mustering up as much force as he could he swung the force pike at the back of the woman's legs as he came up from behind and to her left. At the very last second he engaged the electrical current in the tip of the pike. If he managed to hit her with the electricity conducting part of the pike she'd feel a shock he wasn't envious of. Force pikes had been known to temporarily paralyze on contact, though he knew it wouldn't do more than that. It had been specially modified to cap out short of a lethal shock.

This time he kept his mouth shut, it wouldn't do to warn the woman of his rapid approach if he wanted to land a hit. Rolf was sure to hold the pike high enough so a simple jump wouldn't be able to skip over the leveled haft of the pike aiming closer to the rear of the woman's thighs.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

As Tyyni swung his training saber, he kept along his trajectory, stopping a few feet behind [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]. He felt contact with the white lightsaber, and suddenly felt the urge to move. He had barely enough time to disengage from one saber and block the other, inches away from contact.

Before this moment, Tyyni had felt at peace. Grace under fire was one of his strong points, especially in a supposedly non-lethal duel. But as he felt the heat from both of the Mandalorian's weapons, he felt a burst of fear break his concentration. He's trying to kill me.

Eyes widening, Tyyni began to disengage, inching away from the madman that was Undin. Tyyni had never been in a duel for his life before, and desperately didn't want to die for the sake of some game. He'd much rather lose. The Hutt had noticed [member="Valae Kitra"] collect the ball, and throw it to [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], who was being hotly pursued by [member="Rolf Amsel"] and [member="Decima Fortan"]. It seemed the First Order was finally kicking into gear, into the undefended Mando goal.

Tyyni, despite the fear, had the courage to smile at his adversary, and yell to Valae. "Go, help her! I will be alright!" Despite his outburst of confidence, he wasn't sure he would be okay. Whether the Mandalorian in front of the Hutt would actually try to murder him, or go defend his goal, was up to him.

- [member="Samka Derith"] - [member="Daxton Bane"] -

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

The Hutt had blocked his blades , but Undin realized that his saber wasn't ready to be used in an actual fight. He'd hate to win because his adversary didn't have the trust from his Master to have an actual weapon and not a toy. He turned off the Aquamarine saber and trowed it at the slime ball , along with the words "Try not to kill yourself while using that.". He then got his third saber from his belt and activated it, the small hilt that once belonged to Yoda , emitted a smaller than normal green blade.
He forgot of his surroundings focusing on his enemy. He smiled , but his armour covered his face and it couldn't be seen. "Go ahead , try to kill me.".
He put his blades up , awaiting his opponents move.

[member="Tyyni Oluja"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae’s attention was focused on Jessica, watching as her teammate caught the ball. Phew! There was a momentary feeling of relief, but it wouldn’t last for long. She watched as the lithe figure of [member="Decima Fortan"] flew through the air towards [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], arms outstretched and grabbing for the blonde woman’s legs. Just at that moment, her head turned back in [member="Tyyni Oluja"]’s direction, pleased to his shout of reassurance. However, the Jedi Knight had let her mind get lost in the Chaos all round her – a very big mistake.

Just as Valae was about to move in Jessica’s direction, she felt it. There was a rippling in the force that told her something was coming her way, but she reacted too late. Suddenly, there came the sharp pain of being hit in the back of the legs, along with the shocking burn of an electrical current. She dropped down to her knees, and then onto her stomach, flattened out on the field. Her body went ridged, and she tried to scream, but her voice was stuck inside her throat. Valae couldn’t move, her eyes were open and staring to the side, but she couldn’t even force them to close.

After what felt like an eternity, Valae pulled in a great, gasping breath – trying to regain the air that had been knocked out of her lungs. She could only watch the events unfolding before her; unable to aid her team for the moment, but at least she could breathe now. It was a very strange sensation, not to be able to move her limbs, they felt numb and heavy. And though her body was still suffering the effects of paralysis, her mind was still racing, and sensing the presence of [member="Rolf Amsel"] – handsome, cunning, and ruthless.

Valae needed to get up and get back in the game. Her fingers twitched, her toes moved inside her boots... the feeling was starting to return. It wouldn’t be long now. And once she was back on her feet, she had a score to settle.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The gargantuan warrior-king took up his seat next to Grand Moff [member="Natasi Fortan"], and clasped both of his hands together in front of him while leveraging his elbows on the chair's armrests. Outside the sky box's window the games were already underway with teams representing the Silver Sanctum, Mandalorian Clans, and the First Order all competing for supremacy. Normally he wouldn't had bothered to pay attention to any aspect of the droll affair, but one name in particular caught his ear and produced a curious raise of the eyebrow.

[member="Daxton Bane"].

That wasn't a name he had heard in many a long decade, and definitely not one he expected to crop up here of all places. But then again his old master was never one to be where anyone expected him to be, a trait that Carnifex had attempted to mimic ever since he had left Bane's tutelage. He wondered how powerful Daxton had become since they last met, he wondered how long he would last against his old apprentice: an apprentice who had learned so many eldritch secrets of the Force, and had killed so many Jedi he had long since lost count. But now wasn't a time to reminisce, now was a time to set down concrete ground rules between this First Order and his kingdom to the galactic north.

"We are in agreement then. The proud people of Panatha have always been stalwart champions of the Imperialist way, even more so since I ascended the throne all those years ago. We do not seek to start, nor perpetuate, petty squabbling between fellow Imperials. Especially with the rapid decline of the One Sith Empire in the Core, we've come to understand that we need to bind together rather than divide ourselves with nonsensical ideological differences. I hope that you feel the same as I do, Lady Fortan."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

"By now it appears that [member="Tyyni Oluja"] and [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] are locked in a lightsaber duel; meanwhile [member="Rolf Amsel"] just hit [member="Valae Kitra"] from behind. That got to hurt"

"Jessica has also caught the ball and rushing towards the Mandalorian goal. It would appear the Mandalorians actually have only two active players: [member="Titan Kryze"] seems to be missing in action lately, while [member="Decima Fortan"] dived in an attempt to get Jessica to drop the ball. Now we see why Jessica was so eagerly picked by the head scout. She just had a slow start, that's all"

"The head scout, a Padawan in her early teens, one [member="Sabetha Tag"], is somewhere with the Ikes in the crowd..."

"The Mandos are in deep trouble - they are effectively on the penalty kill"

When you thought Jessica had no agility... that's probably a function of Jessica making as direct a beeline for the Mandalorian goal left defenseless due to Titan's inaction. Plus a penalty kill was when a team was short-handed, even though the term used in that sense originated from another sport. When a player was killed, for example. But Titan wasn't actually dead or even playing; aiming and, in essence, rushing for the Mandalorian goal was the obvious thing for Jessica to do with the ball once she caught it. Would Decima's dive force the ball from Jessica's hands? Dunames gasped when she tried that, potentially getting hurt in an attempt to hurt an opponent. But she couldn't hide the disappointment of the local crowd when she saw the crowd booing Jessica even more heavily as she was tripped over by Decima. Jessica's only hope was that Decima's tackle had enough momentum to make the ball continue on forward or to force her to jettison it with sufficient speed.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

(OOC: [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] Now it's just an attempt...)

[member="Decima Fortan"] crashed on Jessica's ankles. But she had only a few split-seconds to throw the ball before Decima does. Knowing that Decima has fallen flat and hard, the pain makes her slower to pull herself back up before she could do something about the ball. But in the end, appearances can lie. She threw the ball in an area of the field that was still lying within the Mandos' zone, but would [member="Titan Kryze"]'s apparent inactivity just be a trap to catch her off-guard? But she did not have enough strength to muster because she had someone crashing on her ankles. Amid the boos of the crowd, she was trying as hard as she could.

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
OOC:
Could you please wait until [member="Titan Kryze"] replies ? You should give 2 posts before doing something like that. 1 doing the action and 2 confirming it.
Thank you.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Zonia matched his stroll, picking up the seams of her dress to walk faster. She felt a few prying eyes inspect her as the two made their way to Director's personal skybox. Judging by their raised eyebrows, a female entourage was highly unorthodox for the chief of security. Kalranoos directed her attention towards to Santagar, offering him a coy smile.

"I do apologize for being late." she said, having effectively arrived after the Games already started, which could be interpreted as rude - "But I had a hard time finding a direct flight between Avalonia and Sullust."
Her smile transformed into a mysterious smirk.
"I sometimes wonder why this is so."

The First Order never bothered to establish direct diplomatic and trade relations with the Alliance, despite their proximity. Seeds of tension were planted in the past, direct conflict only a matter of time. Director's sudden interest in her only confirmed it. Nonetheless, she would endulge him and play his game.

Santagar's skybox was the highest in the stadium, with unobstructed view of the entire field and audience. He seemingly liked to keep everything under control, to stay on top of things.

"Your personal involvement in resolving the seating issue is much appreciated. But I hate to bother you with such trivialities... I am sure one of your officers could escort me to my designated seat." she said, pretending not to be aware he was taking her to his personal skybox. He'd want to keep a close eye on her, lest who knows what the little mole would digg out if left unattended....

[member="Corvo Santagar"]