First Order: A Herevan Rose

[Darlyn Excron]

"Perhaps you would, but even so it's a pleasure to travel with you. Far superior to public transit I can tell you that much." He chuckled lightly, straightening his tie out a bit as he continued to do as any good security did. Whilst there was little doubt that he would, at some point, partake somewhat in festivities, he was as much on the job as the Order's stormtroopers and guardsmen. He took his job seriously, perhaps a bit too seriously, but that seriousness was what lead his eyes to continue wandering and see a very familiar sight. His eyes locked a moment with those of a familiar, if dolled up, face. [member="Hyori Tal"], the agent he'd worked alongside during a trip to Bespin. Oh he remembered her well, neither fondly nor with any sense of malice. She'd been quite useful, and did her job to the letter.

A bit strict for his tastes, but little could be helped in that department. Still, he did hope the woman wouldn't assume anything of ill in his intent here, the last thing he needed was to be searched for weapons and spend the next several hours explaining, in very extensive detail, exactly why he was there and that no, the lightsaber is in fact just to fulfill his role as [member="Lady Kay"]'s guard. Still, if he had made it this far into their territory, and without conflict, he was certain the Agent would recognize he was on something of a peaceful mission.

Thoughts were interrupted by [member="Valessia Brentioch"]'s speech, and he listened carefully. He was well behaved, for an ex hunter, and did little to draw much attention to himself. When everything was in full swing once more, he turned his head to Kay with a small smile. He spoke quite easily to her, perhaps too easily sometimes.. "I don't suppose you'll be wanting me to make myself scarce anytime soon, my Queen? It might look scandalous if the Queen's 'date' is her head of security." It seemed even having an actual, steady job couldn't stem his flow of jokes.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

While Kaalia desperately tried to get accustomed to the ball, the dress and the heels, [member="Ara Ren"] seemed to be in her element the moment she came down the steps. The redhead wanted to hide in a corner, but her friend's arm was still around hers, leaving the woman no chance but to follow her. She hoped people's attention would be drawn to Ara more than her, and would take any distraction to dip out, at least for a while.

The mentioning of getting a drink by Ara sounded like music to her ears. "I think I need it more than you, the anxiety is killing me right now." Perhaps a drink would steel her nerves a bit. She gladly took a glass of champagne, tapping her glass with her friend's. She took a good sip, looking around the place as she swallowed the liquid down. Fancy suits mixed with all kinds of dresses, and Kaalia had to admit it was a view to behold. "I don't... I don't fit in a crowd like this." she whispered, the only one in range to hear it being Ara.

The introduction started, and as the crowd recited the pledge, Kaalia just stood there. She looked around, seeing nobody noticed the fact she didn't go along with the rest. The music then started, and her friend gave her the option between enjoying the music or dancing. She wasn't a dancer, she would probably embarass herself, and it would likely draw more attention to her. The choice was simple. "Let's just... Enjoy the music."

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Aran Piett"]

She gave a smile as she looked over to him. Ok nice they were in and settled she gave a moments thought to his question and looked over at him

let's go see...

She was interrupted and looked up, she gave a smile as she watched the ambassador speak, when the pledge came she let go of aran and stood straight and crisp saluting as she recited the words that she had grown with in her life, once it was done and bith sat she listned on...raffle huh she had to see about getting a ticket, then she smiked as they were set to and looked to aran


should we dance?

 

[Kay-Larr]

As [member="Darlyn Excron"] 's attention was drawn towards [member="Hyori Tal"] , so too was Kay's. She offered the agent a smile and bow of her head. Her dress was beautiful and the agent seemed to be observing everyone as though she was on duty. Perhaps she was.

More people passed them by, including the event's host [member="Valessia Brentioch"] . Kay bowed her head to the woman, having not really spoken to her at all, but knew how great she was at giving out speeches. The respect that everyone had for her was marvelous to witness, as was the display of honour and duty that the First Order held for it's officers and it's people. She was glad to donate to their worthy cause.

The expected speech was as uplifting as the last. She applauded at the appropriate moments and took note to enter into the raffles. Luck may be with her like before, and she could win again.

When it was over, she looked to Darlyn and smirked at his suggestion of a 'scandal'. "A date? You are my Head of Security, so you are doing your job. Would it not also be a scandal if I were to be here without anyone to accompany me? Think of the rumours....A Queen not capable of even being able to convince her own security to come with her, let alone be unable to arrive with a potential suitor by her side. I'd rather you remain with me until someone catches your eye."

"Did you see Agent Tal over there? Shall we go say hi?"

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

For Carlyle, the weeks between the repulsion of the Galactic Alliance incursion over Kaeshana, and the ball he was at had left the commander with little time to himself. Carlyle's life for the last few weeks revolved around three things. The fitting of the FIV Malice, his new resurgent-class star destroyer. Then there were the final drafts of the modular fortress which needed to be submitted and logged, and finally, the letters. Following on from the precedent set in the aftermath of the Omega Campaign, Carlyle had written a personalised letter to every man who had died under his watch.

Although not nearly as many letters had to be produced, after Kaeshana it was still more than he'd liked. Carlyle had incidentally been in Prosperia on the evening of the ball, delivering the last, and most heartfelt letter to the family of Captain Ranulph Gudderian, the man who was in command of the FIV Wrath when it slammed into Kaeshana's surface. For Carlyle, that had been the hardest letter to write. He and Ranulph had been close, real close. The two were nigh inseparable in the pre-First Order academy days, and had been looking forward to being able to work together, before being mercilessly struck down. It had been difficult talking to his wife, and young son who had just started at the academy, but it needed to be done.
Carlyle tried to perk himself up as he walked to the opera house. Today was a day of celebration, a day to give back to those who had lost so much. He saw the opera house, and stopped before the stairs to the entrance. He was waiting anxiously for [member="Charlotte Reed"], the first woman Carlyle had asked to a ball like this in near a decade. He fiddled with his collar, feeling himself growing a little hot under it. What if she didn't turn up? What if she found someone else? Gods, he looked like a bloody idiot out here.

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah gave [member="Nisha Skaiyr"] a slightly skeptical look.
​"I'm not entirely certain they are even going to let you in the building dressed like that."

She pursed her lips thoughtfully for a moment, then grinned widely and shrugged.

"If they give a fuss, we'll just say you're my body guard or something. Come on let's go!"

Laughter. After all, the idea that she would need a body guard was ridiculous. Of course.

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Irajah and Nisha arrived a short time later. They were, obviously, on the tardy side, but not so much as to be too terribly awkward about it. This was not the first social affair she had been to since moving into First Order space. But this was the first time she'd ever been to a Ball. It wasn't like she had moved in particularly rarified circles for the first twenty nine years of her life. The petite woman's excitement was an almost physical force around her, and she smiled at everyone she saw- at that point, she couldn't help but smile.

"Wow," she breathed, linking arms casually with her friend as they stepped into the warmly lit entry way.

"Have you ever seen anything like this?" Irajah was clearly impressed.

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax stretched and yawned, his eyes flickering open as he rightened himself in his bed. Not that was what he called a rest! The Master rose and walked into the main cabin of the Revenant Dawn. The floor beneath his feet softly vibrated with the thrusters of the corvette as he walked towards the bridge, rubbing his eyes free of sleep. The blue security droid, Designation 001 sat in the captain's seat silently piloting the ship. "Hey One..." the Rogue said, "Where are we?"
"Preparing to enter Dosuun's atmosphere, en route to Prosperia, Commander."
"Alright, lemme know when we touch down..." Dax said turning to walk to the kitchen again, covering his mouth with his hand, yawning once more. Suddenly the vessel's hull rumbled as it breached the planet's atmosphere, and Dax stopped dead in his tracks. As the violent shaking subsided Dax turned slowly to look at the droid once more. "Did you just say Dosuun? As in the First Order capital?" The droid gave no response, the muted whirring signifying that the droid had indeed heard the Rogue, and was attempting to formulate a response. "One. Answer?" A couple more brief moments passed before the droid's synthesized voice emanated from it's speakers.
"Two, Three and I thought it would be a pleasurable joke."
"Who the feth programmed you guys with a sense of humor?!"
"You did sir." To that Dax had no response...blast it all he was here now...they hadn't been shot down yet...maybe he could gather some intel?

And that was how Dax wound up standing on the surface of the FO's capital planet, with news of a big military ball and no way to get in. Blast, the man didn't even own a tie! The building stood before him and he simply stared up its height wondering how he'd firstly get in, and secondly how no one had killed him yet.

[member="Jaya Tandris"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

She nodded, understanding. Large swaths of time spent apart from certain red-eyed and red-haired partners wore on her as well no matter how she valued her time alone. It was not the same sort of pain but she could at least empathize. But it didn’t do to dwell beyond acknowledging the sorrow was there, her subtle press of understanding against his mind. Tonight was for reveling.

A gracious nod to the compliment, sardonic smile at his returned needling. “People-watching and my work aren’t so different. Just that one group is alive and the other...isn’t.”

The limo jostled closer to the carpet on which it would spit them out and as it pulled to the stop the doors opening up and out in butterfly fashion. Taking the proffered hand from Irani as she emerged from within she looked around at the scenery. She had to admit it was beautiful. A little too classic for her tastes, but it managed to display the First Order’s success without crossing the line to gaudy. Music drifted through the air though they hadn’t yet entered.

Looping an arm around Irani’s, the petite Sith Lord accompanied her date for the night towards the entrance. “Promise me you won’t start talking business with someone tonight. It’ll bore me to tears,” she teased, an absent smile shot at the First Order lackey manning greetings at the door.

[member="Darell Irani"]​

 

[Aran Piett]

"If that is what you want, then sure."​

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Aran wasn't really a dancer per say, but he still could "cut a rug" if need be. Standing up and extending his hand to Sara waiting for her to grab it, and lead her to the dance floor. He had a smile on his face, but at the same time he was thinking how Maree would hate this ball, it wasn't her style, too fancy for her taste. It was a beautiful opera hall for sure, it was a bit much for Aran as well but none the less he was enjoying it for sure.​

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[member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Aran Piett"]

She took his hand as she stood and smiled, she followed him to the floor, there she got in post a hand on his the other on his shoudler, she remembered the right way to hold a partner but the foot work well not so much at all better off in a tie then anything on the ground

i gotta say this ball isn't to bad I can't wait to see the dinner they are serving no doubt will be amazing

 

[Gunther Creed]

​Gunther nodded at[member="Valessia Brentioch"]'s mention of her duties and when she would be available. For an Ambassador she went well above and beyond the scope of the duties of her office. While it was taxing work there certainly was a reason why she was such a decorated, and well known official in the First Order. Valessia made herself indispensable to the man they called the Supreme Leader and his administration. Such dedication was often well received, and rewarded in turn with position, power, and influence. The Ambassador certainly knew how to play the great game, and she played it well.

​When she left the Iceman moved about in the crowds of people mingling here and there. He preferred to stay among the circles of other fellow officers then the various nobles, businessmen, and others in attendance. It felt like the right environment among those of his own at least until the proceeds were beginning. Much like all of the other guests he followed them into the concert hall. Balls were such predictable affairs with how they unfolded, but knowing how it would still didn't make the event that much less enjoyable. Everything was well organized, and very well done. He gave his attention to the Ambassador as she emerged on stage and began speaking about a variety of topics. The nights festivities, and the donations and where the proceeds were going.

As a veteran such charities held a special place in his heart and even more so as an officer who sent other men into battle. Soldiers fought and died under his command, others coming out of it in sorry states. So he gave a sizeable donation to the fund, it was the least he could do. When the speeches had concluded with the imperial pledge, he made his way through the crowds of the concert hall and managed to slip his way backstage. Carefully the Iceman made his way through the crowds of people who ran the show, until he saw the flowing purple dress of the Ambassador far ahead, he immediately moved towards her. "Ambassador Brentioch I must commend you on an excellent speech." ​He said taking her arm as they walked down another adjacent corridor. "You certainly have a way with words. It was perfect."

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Not that it ever seemed Kay cared for how he spoke to her, in fact he dared to think she might enjoy it. It was certainly a far cry from the constant political politeness and linguistic minefield she often had to wade through. He jest in turn brought a smile to Darlyn's face, to which he had little rebuttal, save perhaps one rather logical conclusion. "Oh but which can you turn about to benefit you, My Queen? Without security, perhaps that is a sign only of your own power. A queen so strong she has no need of others to protect her. A scandal such as the both of us, shall we say, getting to know one another much better, would be far more difficult to justify."

"Still, I am quite fortunate to have you as an employer. I can't say any Hutt or other poster of bounties ever provided the opportunity to attend a formal ball such as this. Though I cannot say I'm such a fan of being, relieved of my blaster. Makes my job a far more paranoid one, perhaps it's best no one 'catches my eye'." He smirked at his long-winded bit, but it was hard not to make friendly conversation with [member="Lady Kay"]. The woman just had such an appealing... presence. No matter what changed about her, she held herself quite elegantly, and he found it nigh impossible to refrain from friendly behavior.

At her suggestion to say 'hi' to [member="Hyori Tal"], Darlyn bit the inside of his cheek in thought. It could prove to be a wise motion, to help cement his role next to Kay herself, but the woman was well aware of his past as well. It could prove somewhat confrontational perhaps. Still, it would be poor taste to simply stand around, so perhaps it would be a far more... reasonable decision. He gave a curt little nod, and returned his gaze to the crowd at large. "I have indeed, and with little doubt she to has taken note. And it would simply be rude of us to notice her and not say our hellos, would it not?"

 

[Samka Derith]

She was home again.​

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Time after time. Mission after mission. Samka Derith was led to the most vile cesspits the galaxy had to offer. Crime ridden underworlds, frozen Sith ruins, a radioactive wasteland, swamps infested with deranged beasts... She did it all readily in service to her Empire and to the Supreme Leader and yet...

She took in the grand golden architecture illuminated by many twinkling lights.​

She took in the many elegant gowns and refined suits.​

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Some days she needed this.​

Preparation for this event had been more complicated than anticipated. Sam had always intended to attend, these events were a wonderful escape from her usual routine however a difficulty appeared when the subject of attending the ball popped up in conversation while working with [member="Irajah Ven"] at the clinic. Her mission with the doctor was not yet complete. It appeared she would have to keep to her alter-ego for at least some of the night. So, with a twinge of regret, she hid herself once more. Her hair was now blonde and the corruption of the Dark Side hidden away. Instead of a corrupted scarlet red, her pupils were a warm deep blue and her skin not as pale with a line of freckles trailing in a line across her nose, ear to ear.

Then there was the other issue. Sam's eyes cast back over to her companion and the newest member of the Order of Ren, [member="Mishel Ren"]. Quite why Mishel had elected to come, Sam wasn't sure. It hardly seemed like the girl's scene but perhaps she wanted to expand her horizons in which case Samka would happily assist. It was just a shame the dark haired Ren knew so little of the outside world. It had been Sam who had picked her attire for the event, spending an unanticipated amount of time doing so. She had make certain it fitted Mishel's form, matched her hair, complimented her skin tone and so on.

On her part, she'd chosen to wear a black lace gown with heels. A single decorative red rose rested in her in hair which had been stylised to glisten slightly in the light. She looked rather nice, if she did say so herself. Which she often did, of course.

Inside she immediately set a course to find the orchestra. Music, especially this kind, soothed her. There was a reason she had been involved with song and dance for as long as she could remember. The reason why she now had begun to play an instrument of her own. It fascinated her. So she always made it the first port of call on any event like this to find the musicians so she could either praise them or scold them as appropriate.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel limped with the use of his cane, he had never been one for social events, and recognized many such as the purple haired ren known as [member="Samka Derith"], or the Captain of Bolt Squadron [member="Sara Lee Jones"]. Needless to say he was glad none of them knew who he was yet save for Sara, and his Apprentice who was currently attached to one of his arms moving with each step he took. He was quite nervous this night, as he did not want his disfigurements to show, but couldn't show up in his suit that was still undergoing repairs either. So he had to show up in his ugly form. He saw alcohol, and figured what better way to get rid of his social anxiety is through drinking.

He limped over getting a glass of some sparkling clear liquid for him, and his protege. He said in what some would perceive as a calm and warm voice, when without his vocabulater it sounded raspy than anything else. "For you my dear. Cheers to First Order and our glorious victory on Kaeshana, may the fallen never be forgotten." He raised his glass slightly up before drinking about half of it's contents, the clear liquid sending a burning sensation as it went down his throat. He than watched the speaker address the crowd, and show the pledge to the Supreme Leader, which he couldn't be more proud to serve. After waiting several minutes after the music started playing, he acted unlike himself and said nervously to the attractive Mandalorian disciple. "Would you like to dance?"

[member="Skylar Walker"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

Typically, A'sharad wouldn't venture off of Yalara to entertain events such as this. The last time he had come to an event similar to this, it was immediately after OMEGA when awards were handed out. Or whatever happened then, the Sith High Marshal couldn't remember, nor did he particularly care. His past actions may have made him into what he was today, but he was not inclined to actually remember what he was like in the past.

Despite the apparent barring of weapons, Vyrassu ventured into the ball and past [member="Rexus Wenck"] and his what he appeared to be Gunners without even taking note of them, solely sporting the lightsabre that he had acquired from what he had taken to be the corpse of [member="Dax Fyre"]. Although a short time ago, the exact features of the man were evidently forgotten. The duel, however brief was more of the Sith Lord being in a reactionary state, rather than consciously there, yet, conscious enough to collect his opponent's fallen lightsabre.

The right arm, now a cybernetic brushed against the lightsabre on his belt, and he found comfort in that. When he had parted ways with his right hand, it had been different... Unexpected, almost wrong in a way, but the cybernetic that he now sported was better than ever. It allowed him to do things he would've have been able to in the past...

Through the Force, he could sense the multitude of Dark Siders within, he ignored them. He imagined few were an actual threat to him, and with a mind-trick here and there, he was waved through and into the ball, lightsabre in full view for any and all to see it. Regardless of whether he constructed the lightsabre or not, he hadn't brought himself to rebuild any of his own. Up ahead, there was [member="Aria DuSang"] greeting officials that entered the Ball. He could admit that she was attractive, the First Order's Government seemed adept at attracting the pretty ones.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Scotch. A gentleman's drink. Or at least that was the idea - best served at room temperature in a chilled glass. A shame then that he hadn't been drinking that before his short shuttle ride to the Opera House a blur, the taste of whiskey only now beginning to fade from his breath. His uniform as always was immaculate, the medals and ribbons perfectly aligned, shiny bits gleaming in the light of the evening both natural and artificial. It hadn't taken the Major long to make his way away from the dance floor and out into the evening air - the balcony was moderately populated but he managed to find a corner that was for the most part, unoccupied.

The venue was a grandiose affair, the exterior almost just as artistic as the interior, though the decoration was clearly focused on the interior. Fair enough the Major supposed as he reached into his boot, withdrawing the thin cigarette case and flicking it open and retrieving a tightly rolled cigarette before dropping it back into its boot. In the same motion Rolf procured a small box of matches from somewhere - the small box containing only a handful of the strikers. Bringing the cigarette to his mouth, he struck the match and held it to the end, a small billow of smoke indicating the job had been finished. And then with a quick flick of his wrist and a subtle flick, the extinguished match was gone, down to the street below. Classy? Most likely not, but truthfully the dark tendrils of bitterness had already begun to creep their way into the Major's demeanor as he gazed out upon Prosperia, the modern architecture a symbol of First Order superiority in engineering - a sigh escaped Rolf's lips.

Gods he could use another drink, he thought, leaning against the ornate railing that skirted the balcony. The music inside echoed out from the doors but the beat did nothing for him - he should be celebrating, but he found it hard to after the recent events he'd borne witness to. It had gone less than swimmingly for his company, over 50% casualties, closer to 75% - certainly not a good mark on his record, even if it had been no fault of his own. Taking a long drag of the tobacco, he let the smoke gently pass between his lips - wafting away into the night air. A disinterested glance to his chrono showed him the time - [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] should be arriving soon, they'd both been a little bit behind schedule but he had yet to run into her. Maybe a familiar face would help keep his mind off the somber events behind the celebrations of the evening.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

"Where's the lamb sauce!?!" yelled Jarven to the cooks.

"Over here, sir!" yelled back one of the cooks.

"Just checking!" replied Jarven.

As Jarven made a sweep of the kitchens, he was making sure that everything was beyond the suspicion of doubt; void of anything out of the ordinary. He was, essentially, a second pair of hands to have on deck wherever needed, but he didn't mind. He liked to help pitch in. To avoid a trolley of food, he ducked into a corner and bumped into [member="Rocu"]. Rocu was an odd fellow; a young Chiss, in fact. He seemed to have no semblance of ego or self-importance. He was skittish and could be cowed easily. Just another soul trying to survive in this galaxy, he guessed.

He turned to face the startled Chiss and said,

"Oh! Hey, Rocu. Are you ready for the real deal?"

"Y-y-yes, S-sir!" stammered Rocu.

"None of that scaredy act, Rocu. You have a job that's going to need to be done to the best of your ability. There are people present tonight that are Fear Incarnate. It wouldn't do for you to get unnecessarily worked up already before even working in their presence." [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | @Darth Harambe (Make it happen, Big G)

For some reason, this didn't help to assuage poor Rocu's mind. With a gulp, Rocu tried to steady his nerves.

"Meh! You'll be fine, kid! Just keep a chin up and you can't go wrong."

With that, Jarven walked away and out into the concert hall to witness the opening statement and be a part of the festivities.

 

[Rocu]

"Y-y-yes, S-sir!" replied Rocu.

Rocu: Part Chiss, part mutant, in need of stability and 100% freak.

He was so incredibly thankful that he was able to land this job through the welfare system. He was used to obeying directions and doing things right the first time, lest he risk the wrath of higher ups. However, the sheer amount of people here made him shake whilst he waited on standby to get involved directly. The bulk of the servants were waiting for dinner time to arrive before they would all spring into action.

What made things worse was that his tail's positioning was a constant reminder gnawing at the back of his head. He had it wrapped around and down his left leg, the blade-like tip flat against his skin. He had become accustomed to walking around with his tail like this, but it still felt unnatural. Besides, if anything or anyone bumped the root of his tail sticking out of his coccyx area, the pain was a lesser version of a human falling and landing straight on their coccyx bone. He had gone through much to ensure that he could be here and work to support himself. If anyone found out about his dagger-like tail, surely they would falsely believe that he was some sort of planted assassin. He couldn't risk losing this job, yet that required being in a potentially dangerous environment. In that moment, he hated himself for being such a freak.

"Meh! You'll be fine, kid! Just keep a chin up and you can't go wrong."

Jarven left off and went about his own life.

Easy for him! He's normal. They won't hurt him, thought Rocu.

Naturally, he would never voice such a dangerous opinion around someone far too dangerous to cross.

"Rocu!" came the familiar sound of one of the porters. "We need you at the bar. Hop to it, lad!"

Rocu turned and found that the other butlers, previously waiting on deck, had left while he was busy musing.

"B-b-but, I---"

"Now, Rocu!"

"Yes, sir!"

Rocu hopped, alright, and went to help serve alcohol to any and all at the bar. Upon arriving, he smoothed out his outfit and got to work.

Spoiler

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Gunther Creed"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Darell Irani"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Nisha Skaiyr"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] | [member="Aria DuSang"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Hyori Tal"] | [member="Cain Olper"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Skylar Walker"] | [member="Hector Finn-Camden"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="FN-888"] | [member="Zmej Ren"]

Taste the Rainbow. Be a Rainbow.

Meanwhile, a tuft of white fur poked out from underneath a stationary cart. If you looked close enough, you could see the pink color of a tongue, as well.

 

[Skylar Walker]

Skylar got the feeling that there was something very different about Kyrel tonight. Nevertheless, she still walked forth and she noticed that she herself was getting alot of attention on her appearance. A young woman that went by the name of [member="Ara Ren"], seemed to brush by her in a rush, but as she did, they both made eye contact and as Ara gave a smile to Skye, she returned it with a smile of her own and a nod in respect. She did not know the young lady, but she'd probably talk to her later in the evening if she got the chance. Looking around as she and [member="Kyrel Ren"] walked, she noticed the familiar hue of purple hair in the crowd as [member="Samka Derith"]. She'd been on a mission with her before and found her amusing, but the two never actually had the chance to get to know each other.

Alot of peoples' eyes were surprised to see Kyrel especially in his position, but the looks were not what mattered to Skylar. If anyone dare judge, Skye would be the first to defend. It was another Beauty and the Beast story, but she accepted things the way they were. At the same time, they spotted the alcohol and still linked in his arm, they went over and she was about to grab her own glass, when Kyrel grabbed two and handed one of them to her. Taking it gently, she gave a small smile as he then toasted to her and the events of Kaeshana. Raising her glass a little bit at the same time, she took a sip as well. She had to say, seeing him like this was new. This was a Kyrel she had yet to meet.

Skye didn't drink too much but she knew when a drink was high class. The champagne was like gold and it had a nice crisp taste to it. After taking a sip, the sound of someone on the microphone startled her for a second before her head came back to the real world. The crowd was addressed by the speaker and the pledge to the Supreme Leader was projected on the stage for everyone to see. Skylar had chills going through her as the sense of pride seemed to spread through the building.

After they finished the pledge, the music started back up again and what Kyrel said next, surprised Skylar to no end. He asked her to dance.. honestly, was he feeling ok?? Did he have something for her as well?? Skye didn't know, but with a blush spreading across her cheeks and an almost shocked look upon her face, she responded to him nervously.

"Uhm.. Ye-yes, yes of course. I'd love to."

she said, cursing at herself silently for stuttering. Why she was nervous, she didn't know. Replacing her shock with a smile, she took another sip of the bubbly drink and then she waited for Kyrel to walk with her to the floor.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay smirked at the rebuttal that [member="Darlyn Excron"] put forth. He was right and so was she. It was a win-win situation. Or a lose-lose situation, depending on how one looked at it. She was fine with either way. It wasn't as though she had enough dealings with the First Order to have to worry about any rumours.

She nodded as Darlyn agreed to approach Agent [member="Hyori Tal"] and soon they were at her side. "Agent Tal, you look lovely this evening. I trust that you're well? And you remember Darlyn, don't you? Not to worry, he's my security detail this evening and I promise that he'll be on his best behaviour."

She clasped her hands in front of her, not quite ready yet to sample any of the drinks. Kay wondered if they'll have any of her beloved Sapir tea. Perhaps in one of the other floors.