First Order: A Herevan Rose

[Zeradias Mant]

Climbing up the stairs, he was joined by old squadmate Kad Forgrin. Amused by the way he brushed off the corporal, Forgrin asked about the stark difference between Dosuun and Coruscant. With a brief grunt in the affirmative, Sig took it a step further. "This planet is a steaming pile of bantha dung. No amount of imperial grandeur will ever compare to Coruscant." Though he had no lost love for the One Sith's capital, to even compare the two systems was silly. Coruscant was widely regarded as the capital of the galaxy, and likening a planet that happened to have civilization on it in the Outer Rim to the ecumenopolis was almost insulting.

Once inside the opera house, he was surprised to see as many people as were there. Hundreds of military personnel were there, puffing their chests proudly with the accolades from their benevolent Supreme Leader. Almost equal in number were those in formal civilian attire. Surely not all of them were the dates of the servicemembers, which meant only one thing. Of course government officials had to be present, to bask in the faux appreciation the military have for them. In reality, all they were were bureaucrats.

Already fed up, he put his head on a swivel so he might find the nearest bar. All he could see were these stupid waiters moseying around with glasses of 2% and finger foods. Much to his relief, behind a mass of suits was the holy grail - a wall of booze with numerous bartenders to ensure no one waited too long. "There we go...", he muttered audibly to himself, nudging his head for Kad to follow. Bee-lining to the bar, he started strong.

"Corellian whisky.", he ordered. The bartender was lucky he must have been in a groove or something, because Sig's patience was running thin. Now with some alcohol to dull the senses, the night was about to become a whole lot more entertaining.

[member="Kad Forgrin"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay raised a brow as a faint voice called out her name. It grew louder and louder until it was at her ear. She turned her head to look, but it certainly wasn't the blonde lady beside her.

The leaf caught her attention. She set her glass down on the bartop and with the white rose in hand, she weaved her way through the other attendants of the event, following the breeze and the leaf that showed her the way.

As it stopped, so did she, raising a brow at the old man as he almost stumbled over his words. She didn't recognize him at all, as was evident in her eyes. So who was he? There was only one way to find out.

Kay bowed her head to him. "Yes, you may." She let him lead her to the dance floor and slipped her free hand into his, whike the other still holding the rose, was set against the back of his shoulder. Was he the one behind the trick with the bottle? It was hard to say. The old man wasn't anywhere near it. For now he was just a mystery.

[member="The Page Master"]

 

[inactivechar01]

It was hard not to slightly grin at the short but on point description that his former squad leader Sig Avenir had given. Although Kad shared the same sentiment, he was more referring to the difference of character between the Order's military and that of the Sith. The sergeant barely remembered any sort of balls during his time with the Sith but the faded memories he has could not compare to the grandeur demonstrated here. His eyes fell upon various government officials and he realized how similar the bureaucrats and the military personnel looked. That sent a shiver up his spine as he shook his head.

The duo's navigation through the crowded and luxurious opera house led them to where both of them would find some sort of joy. No matter how sad that looked. Even sitting on the bar itself felt outlandish to him here. The bartender was already pouring a glass for the grumpy lieutenant when Kad ordered his own drink.

"Ithorian Mist." The sergeant gestured at the bartender who shook his head.

"I am sorry, Sir. We do not have any alien-produced beverages."

"Wait, what ?" Kad raised his eyebrows in complete shock as he gazed at the bartender who kept shaking his head. He glanced at his fellow former squadmate Sig then back at the bartender. "Just - just. Brokellian Whiskey, as well."

"Would you look at that, Sarnt ?" Kad scoffed as he turned his attention to the crowd of people. "No alien-produced beverages."

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[member="Sig Avenir"]​

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah beamed at [member="Matsu Xiangu"], as much for the compliment on her dress as for introducing her as friend.

Normally, the two of them functioned in a more professional capacity. They had rarely spent casual moments together, though the ones they had made it obvious just how different the two women were. Matsu poised, careful, calculating. Raja casual, laughing, her thoughts bouncing where ever they desired. And yet, if someone had asked her, she would have immediately called Matsu her friend. She simply hadn't been sure, until that moment, that it was mutual.

"You look absolutely stunning," she said with a grin to Matsu before her eyes cast back over to [member="Darell Irani"]. Though she had casually introduced herself a moment ago, this was the first time she really saw him as not just a vague sense of Matsu's companion. Her attention had been primarily for her friend, as well as trying to track down where Nisha had gotten off to. Well, the taller woman could take care of herself- Irajah would simply keep an eye out for her-

She had offered her hand, intending on shaking, so it was with some surprise that she murmured a quiet 'oh', eyebrows shooting up when he raised it to his lips instead. Then she laughed, a little awkward, but amused and delighted nonetheless. It was, after all, a night for extravagance, wasn't it? And she supposed that went for the gestures as well.

"Please, just Irajah is fine. This is a party, not the OR," she said with a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes.

Glancing at Matsu, arching an eyebrow slightly in a 'nice choice' kind of way, she answered his question with a slight chuckle.

"Business, you could say. Matsu has been kind enough to allow me space to do some work in her labs, and I have done my best to offer my expertise on a few minor things." She downplayed the importance in both cases- keeping the details entirely out of the explanation. "And you two?"

She blinked, a twitch of something in the back of her mind.

"Old friends?"

 

[Zeradias Mant]

No alien-based drinks? What would a man have to do to get drunk at a bar? Taking a sip while Kad waited for his drink, Sig snickered. "Stop the madness.", he jested. He didn't care. Booze was booze, as long as you could get drunk off of it, he cared little. Tapping on the bar top, he notioned for another drink. Sig wasn't in the little leagues, he was double fisting it. "Let's bounce.", he said, taking a sip from his first drink. Not even 10 minutes into the ball and he was already taking his first smoke break.

He knew it killed him, but at this rate, the ball seemed closer to killing him than any cancer sticks would. Plus, smoking was social. It'd give them an opportunity to mingle with their fellow smokers or passersby. Dare someone try to bum one though, they'd know what true wrath felt like.

A light drizzle started coming down, but it didn't deter Sig. He liked the rain. It reminded him of his more grizzly days operating in tropical climates or temperate rainstorms. In a sense too, it also held a feeling of tranquility. Though salty and gruff on the outside, Sig did possess an appreciation for the finer things in life. This ball though was over the top. He'd have to do some searching to find something likable here.

[member="Kad Forgrin"]​

 

[Aran Piett]

"Then let us go find a table and get something to eat then."​

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Aran starts to walk towards the dining hall, he kept his arms around Sara as they walked. He never wanted to let her go, not after tonight. If possible he would even try to pull strings to get her assigned to his new command that was in the process of being built. He needed her in his life, the thought of her being around made him surviving the most recent combat action much better. He found a reason to make sure to come back from fights now. Yet how could he tell her how he felt about her.​

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[member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

 

[Darlyn Excron]

[member="Lady Kay"] asked a question, but before he could offer an answer she seemed to have disappeared. How, disappointing. He turned his head as he picked up the water, watching Kay head off to speak to an older gentleman. When she was on the dance floor, he was immediately more confident in his ability to see and observe her actions, and as such he turned back to the bar and the water.

Expensive water, judging by the tender's actions after the first bottle wasn't what he expected, and the fact it was in a very fancy bottle in the first place. What made water expensive? Water was water, same atoms, same composition. Maybe less minerals were mixed in, or more. Cheap ploy to get a few extra credits as far as he was concerned. He took a sip from it, admittedly it did taste good, relative to the fact it was, in fact, water. He sighed a little and glanced up at [member="Rocu"], humming a very small bit. He set the water down and nodded his head to the tender, hoping he'd catch his attention.

"Exciting night huh? Plenty of work to do I'd imagine." He didn't have anything else to do, and bartenders tended to make excellent conversation. At least from his experience.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Aran Piett"]

She gave a nod as she followed him, the smile on her face not leaving at all, she was happy and not happy for the combat or pleased happy, but happy happy, she placed a hand on his that was at her side and simply just rubbed it idly as they walked, when they arrived they were seated down, she sat down and sighed out smilimg as she looked around the place

i can smell the food from here definitely smells better then food from the ship or rations

She joked as she gave a grin

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​The Kings network of connections through the First Order was a work in progress, each day growing deeper and deeper. As for those attending the ball? Prior to the engagement his vast resources were used to obtain a guest list of those attending and quite a few names among them he was familiar with.

​Most would find their hair standing on end at the looming presence of [member="Darth Carnifex"], the Butcher-King beside them they'd feel incredibly uncomfortable. However he was perfectly comfortable when his nephew swept up alongside them by the entrance. Kaine was dressed in an elaborate imperial uniform in a style the God-King was known for. Braxus had long ago grown accustomed to his nephews presence, and as the closest thing he has to a brother. When Kaines warning came however he simply nodded.

​Truthfully?

​He wasn't worried the slightest about this ball, Braxus hadn't even snuck weapons through security. After all the First Order were their allies and he had more than enough cunning and skill to outmaneuver any slick politician. Tonight was a rare night that he just wanted to enjoy himself with [member="Braith Achlys"] tonight. "I do I know quite a few attending this evening, I'll introduce you." ​Braxus said as his eyes scanned the crowd, his eyes falling on the rather massive apelike creature that approached them.

[member="Malok"]

​Commander of the ApeX Military Company and the force sensitive acolyte that became his apprentice. After the insurrection on Kaeshana where tested both Malok and his apprentice [member="Valessia Brentioch"] both passed with flying colors. Each however were at different stages of progress as well as different skillsets. Valessia was far more cunning, charismatic, and sharp. Malok was strong, ruthless, a malevolent intellect burned behind those savage eyes. "Good evening. Braith this is Malok, my apprentice. Malok also leads the ApeX mercenary company." ​Braxus said introducing them. Kaine and Malok were already previously acquainted during one of Maloks many training sessions on Panatha.

​Suddenly a sight in the crowd drew his attention, the dining hall and dance floor that the group could see into from their position in the atrium. He leaned in to speak to Braith then "Would you like to dance?"

 

[Mishel Kryze]

The ball, the ball seemed to be a place where Mishel could get lost. Music played loudly and the amount of money spent on this Opera House, was it? Seemed absurd. @Samka Derith had dressed Mishel in a beautiful red dress. The newest Knight of Ren had quietly walked through the venue taking note of those around her. With Sister Sam inside the Concert Hall, Mishel walked up the stairs heading toward the balcony level from there she could see everyone congregating. She could see the massive forms of [member="Malok"], and the diminutive forms of some such as [member="Natasi Fortan"] who seemed so small from here and Mishel knew nothing of either of their backgrounds. Content to watch, she managed to watch an interaction between [member="Braith Achlys"], @Darth Prazutis even the Queen [member="Lady Kay"] had not escaped her eyes as she walked in and around the second level.

When she tired of watching she decided perhaps the open bar wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Descending back down the grand staircase she crossed between the crowds of people, slipping into the open bar which laid across from a closed room marked DINNING. The concert hall was loud, which was all that she could say of the sounds she heard. [member="Rocu"] was serving drinks, where the Queen had been concerned and another man [member="Connor Harrison"]. If Connor was the Connor of the Silver Jedi, then he might recognise Mishel's facial features. While she favoured Valessia Brentioch in some areas of her beauty, the rest of it came from Siobhan Kerrigan, yes the Siobhan Kerrigan had a daughter - whether or not such knowledge was public knowledge. No longer mattered, Mishel saddled up to the bar and looked around before ordering whatever it was the Queen had ordered. Now then, Mishel had never had a drop of drink in her life, so this would be interesting.

 

[Gunther Creed]

"Oh I have my ways." Gunther said as they moved near the exit that would take him and [member="Valessia Brentioch"] out to the main floor. "I am enjoying myself quite well thank you Ambassador. How about you Valessia, have you gotten to enjoy the evening at all?" ​Gunther asked her as they brushed the doors open. Gunther hoped Valessia was getting to enioy the evening, or would enjoy it somewhat. The very notion of the idea was silly and he knew it they were both extremely dedicated to their work. Rarely did their many dedications afford them any degree of free time not that they didn't want free time. In truth if someone had asked him the same question he might've laughed and then told them enjoyment and free time weren't productive.

For years due to his upbringing the Iceman managed every minute of every day, ensuring each moment was the most productive that it could possibly be. Hugo Creed, his father, always preached efficiency from the earliest days.

Just as the doors parted however and the pair approached a person he had not expected. [member="Natasi Fortan"], Grand Moff of the First Order and [member="Hector Finn-Camden"]. Unlike Valessia who was higher in station within the First Order and on good standing with the Grand Moff, Gunther wasn't in the same position. Immediately he froze his posture as stiff as a board as he saluted the Grand Moff "It is an honor to meet you your excellency. I have heard a lot about you as well." ​Gunther said respectfully. Natasi Fortan was vastly above his station and in his role as Colonel in the First Order Army, he needed to show his superior all the respect she deserved.

"A pleasure to meet you, Duke." Gunther said shaking the mans hand.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He couldn't help himself despite his devotion to the dark side, he couldn't resist her lips. He became lost within her as she returned his kiss, and they slowly moved in their dance to lost within one another to even care, as time seemed to stand still. He knew he could be a cruel master especially towards her, but his mind lost in a drunken haze just told him to say kark it just for one night. He thought about it, and came up with the reasoning that it wouldn't matter the next day anyway. He just stood their for the longest time pressing the kiss, and slowly rubbing the scars against her back.

As he moved with her to the music keeping the kiss, he finally started to run out of breath, and so stopped the kiss a hint of a blush hit his cheeks, and so he looked down quickly embarrassed as he stopped rubbing her scarred back unknown what to say, and stopped moving for now. Unaware of what he could say he just silently cursed himself.

[member="Skylar Walker"]

 

[Samka Derith]

It wasn't every day she had the chance to listen to real music. Music played live by esteemed professionals? There was no chance she'd miss this. She's always appreciated music, she had done so since she could talk and danced since she could walk. The way the instruments worked together to create a harmony, alone they meant little but together they made something beautiful. It was one of the first ways she came to understand the ideology of the Ren and the First Order. Strength through unity, strength through togetherness.

She gazed down into the orchestra resting her chin on her palm, studying each member in turn and how they handled their instruments of choice. Every so often she'd make a comment over her shoulder to [member="Mishel Ren"]:

"This is a charming little piece."

"Did you catch how the strings faded in and then out once more? It highlights the strength of that chorus over the other times the chorus has been played."

"I usually don't much care Hutt instruments but it blends in nicely when used sparingly."

and finally:

"Are you feeling alright, Mishel? You've been awfully-" Sam looked backwards to find no trace of her companion "-quiet..."

Her eyes darted around looking for the girl to no avail. Just other patrons who must have assumed Samka was madly chatting to herself. Wonderful.

This was her own fault really, she thought to herself. Sam had been so caught up in what she wanted to do, she hadn't paid the other girl's wishes much mind. She'd just assumed Mishel would stick with her and not run gallivanting around on her own. Her heels clacked on the polished floor as Sam hurried back to the main hallway. She saw quite a few familiar faces in attendance, perhaps later she'd have time to talk to them but right now the priority was making sure the Ren fresh from the tank wasn't in trouble. Wherever she may be.

 

[The Page Master]

[member="Lady Kay"]

He felt trapped. Already, he knew she was not the same as she had been: inherently kind, caring; a champion of love. She was hurt, broken. She was lost. He wanted to help his old friend as best as he could, but such was not to be his lot in life. He was not given his gifts to spoil the story, nor cheat the journey. The pendulum swung both ways, lest it break and remain still forever, causing chaos and confusion. There was only so much he could intercede before he did wrong by the main characters of life's story in this universe.

Why were old men always so cryptic? They knew better than to speak their knowledge plainly; stripping the recipient of challenges to overcome and adversity to defeat. It was best to make the most of the time they were given, for it is not promised to a single person tomorrow.

"Thank you, my Lady," replied The...actually, that name is a bit of a mouthful. For the sake of ease at this event, let's just call him (in the third person sense, of course) Aldwin.

He settled into the dance, the poise, as naturally as though he'd done this all his life. Grand ball gatherings were a loved tradition in the department of fairy tale fiction; his favorite fiction.

"My, my, Kay! It's almost hard to believe: you're a queen, now, correct? I shouldn't have expected any less. You were royalty material since the day we met. Is it all you ever dreamed, my Lady? I couldn't imagine, myself...Well, because I couldn't become Queen, you see. That's strictly a---never mind. I'm rambling again. Anyhow,"

Now came the part of the dance where they both moved opposite from each other, clapped twice, moved back towards and then away from each other, clapped twice and then came back to touch hands above and walk in a circle.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to come back, Kay. There was danger afoot, trying to find you again. I had to make sacrifices that delayed my healing. Evil walks among us, Kay. The light brings us mirth in this place, but it blinds us from the claws and teeth beneath."

They resumed the normal dance procedure as everyone moved about the dance hall in near-synchronization.

"What happened to you, Kay? Please, tell me, dear-dear-dear..."

His voice echoed as though down a tunnel. The room seemed to be bending inwards, as though the tops of the pillars were glaring down at them. Everything would gradually feel more claustrophobic. There was a flash and she'd see herself standing in an underground river with a horned lady, a little fairy and a flying, blue fish. Everyone was laughing light heartedly at a fully armored man who was soaked to the core.

Another flash. She was in a rowboat on dark waters. She was holding Aldwin's weak hand while he said to her,

"Kay, I'm not doing this to mean you any harm. I simply need to know what happened. I want to help---"

He breathed in sharply and exhaled a gasp of pain as the color drained from his face and their boat headed into the light.

Another flash. They were back in the hall, dancing, as though nothing had happened. The hall looked normal. Everything was normal. Aldwin looked crestfallen, but still kept the pace going.

"I'm sorry," he said to her. "I can't help you, yet. They're coming, now."

 

[Hansen]

Joan Lunor
Reimalai Opera House and Theatre

Joan takes a seat in the fine chair, with her hands finding a perch on the lacquered wood armrests. Beneath Joan's blue eyes is a panoramic view of the Orchestra from above the rank and file guests. These seats were reserved for Commissioned Officers, Government Officials and Persons of Importance to the First Order. Joan's right-hand comes up to her head and pulls off her service cap placing it gently on the table to the right with a sigh, it separating herself from another chair. Here alone for a moment Joan would permit herself to relax, posture slouches and her lips ripple with a sigh. Joan is distracted from the Orchestra for a moment by her own thoughts, right glove rubs firmly across the bridge of the nose. "It isn't really their thing anyway, probably at the bar back on base getting drunk with the NCOs and Privates." Joan muses to herself, unable to help but crack a smile at the thought of her company celebrating their comrades' release from rehabilitation. It did Joan's heart good to know that Lightning had made it. That day on Kaeshana she feared would be the day she'd have to let go of the closest thing she had ever known as family. Joan laughs briefly and shakes her head at a fond memory. "Hotshot lighting those blasted cigars with his flamethrower." Joan flashes her teeth with this smile, and quickly the happiness leaves. Now Joan has a whole company, four platoons to command and look after. Though it was a responsibility she had long desired, Joan now worries about whether or not she is strong and competent enough for the role.

[member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="The Page Master"] was a very skilled dancer, so much so that he was able to mask and recover from any of the times that Kay stepped on his feet accidentally. She hadn't danced in what felt like a lifetime. But in a way it was almost like dueling.

He started talking then, or rather, he rambled on. She remained polite however as he seemed rather harmless and she was a guest here, so she had to act accordingly. "I suppose that it was my destiny. Is it everything that I've ever dreamed? Like any high position, it's a lot of work. I have never been afraid of hard work."

They were seperated in the dance for a short while, but then came back together. Aldwin chose that moment to reveal a bit more of who he was. Someone from her old self's life. Her brows furrowed as he explained about not being able to get to her and of the Light blinding people to the Dark that attacks from beneath them. And then he asked about what happened to her. That was a terribly long story and this really wasn't the time.

Aldwins voice started to fade and everything changed. Her movements came to a standstill while flashes of different scenes played out in front of her. She saw herself, both in times of happiness and in a time of sadness. Yet she remembered none of it. Again he asked her what happened and again Kay delved further inside of herself. Now was not the time. He needed to stop asking! She didn't want to go through it right now. It was too much. The walls seemed to be closing in all around her, like the walls in her cell. Such a huge place was getting to be so tiny and she wanted to get out or she'd scream!!

Another flash and everything was as it was before. She wasn't standing there stiffly, she was dancing with grace and ease of movement. Her eyes met Aldwin's as he spoke again. "Who's coming?" She was used to people that she had no memories of being disappointed in her since her return. Those that she could remember were coming to her, allying themselves with her and helping her to become stronger. Yet there were others with far darker agendas that had met with her as well. For now their needs of her were a mystery.

 

[Connor Harrison]

"Would you excuse me for a few moments?” Connor said to [member="Eldaah Aderyn"].

He took his drink and peered through the crowds to try and see the speaker of the night milling around, but so far nothing. Many insignia-adorned men and women were floating around, some together and some alone. The whites of the Stormtrooper armour was glimpsed as the light reflected of it now and then as they stood dormant ensuring nothing broke the peaceful atmosphere.

He took a sip, but stopped and leaned out a little seeing a familiar face – faces - towards the rear of the floor in conversation. Well, one certainly looked like the Doctor [member="Irajah Ven"] but couldn’t be certain without the lab coat, and the other most certainly looked like the Sorceress [member="Matsu Xiangu"] but…she looked so…elegant.

Connor grinned, with a shake of the head. So many sides to people he once never wanted to look at without the blinding Light, were now showing so much more humanity and character than ever before. While the company they kept looked rather important, Connor held back on wandering over.

This was still a testing time for him, and he wasn’t going to set a foot out of place when it wasn’t needed. But it was nice to see them in the same place. It proved they shared the same alliances. If they split, he would go see Matsu for sure.

[member="Ara Ren"] and her party were dancing. [member="Malok"] had happily moved on.

There was still time.

He turned to put his glass back on the bar, now empty, and caught a lady in red looking at him. Only for a moment, but when eyes lock, you just have to smile a courteous smile. Connor looked away. And glanced back curiously.

The girl had a familiar face. A rather muted, dark aura about her but a familiar face.

While the Connor of old would happily ignore things and shrink away, this Connor wasn’t going to risk losing anything by not speaking up. He leant over.

"I’m very sorry to bother you, but you look wonderfully familiar. Have we met before?”

[member="Mishel Ren"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Cigarettes.

It didn't take them long to ditch the bar in favor for the open smoking area. These deadly sticks had been almost every enlisted's escape from the reality of war. Kad was not exempt. He'd definitely had cut them down by a margin ever since he started smoking and would now mostly smoke when on a campaign or when there is an occasion like today's ball. Lighting up the cigarette, he inhaled the fumes and appreciated their entry into his lungs.

He was sure Sig felt the same. Hell, the man was like a chimney ever since their days in the One Sith. The man lived on tobacco. Kad's eyes scoured the area seeing all the different faces gathered here. Their facial expressions, the way they interacted, their body language. All seemed faux to him. He felt foreign. Even in the storm commandos corps, he felt outlandish. Somehow, Kad had to get used to that, adapt, since these were the men that had to have his back.

"Well, how's the new job treating ya?" The sergeant took his eyes back at the one eyed lieutenant who seemed grumpy at everything as usual. "Made new friends ?" Kad scoffed.

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[member="Sig Avenir"]​

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Her smile grew as she watched him shift subtly from the doting courtier to that of true interest. She laughed heartily at his deep and wholly unnecessary bow, appreciating the gallantry and dramatic flair to the gesture regardless. She played the game and she played it well. It was a skill she had cultivated over the last few years and it was wonderful to know she hadn't quite lost her touch at it. A few kind words, smiles, light touches, combined with the right amount of sympathy...it always bought their interest.

Not that she was completely devoid of her own interest. He was the first Hapan besides her own family that she had the chance to meet and would not waste the opportunity to learn more about herself and her history. It also never hurt to have an ally who was also Captain of a Stormtrooper unit.

"This evening has been a very surprising and beneficial one for both of us, I do agree."

She took his offered arm as they made their way towards the bar.

Her soft smile turned sly as they approached, recognizing one of the figures. The ex-Jedi was conversing with a pretty young girl, another force presence on her mind. She smiled and inclined her head respectfully to the girl, not wishing to interrupt their conversation. Sliding up next to [member="Connor Harrison"], she waved down the bartender ([member="Rocu"]).

"Correlian Brandy and a glass of Champagne, please." She tilted her head to look at [member="Pharazon Draken], inviting him to add in his order with hers. [color=gold]"I thought Kaalia might enjoy another beverage as well."[/color]

As their drinks arrived, she took a small sip, savoring the burn of liquid fire. A soft sigh accompanied the move and she turned, spotting [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and [member="Jaron Lesan"] across the room. She offered her arm to the Captain. "Shall we return? I'm afraid the other captain is enjoying the music without you."

As they started to move away from the bar, she paused. At the first lull in conversation, she leaned in to whisper in Connor's ear, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"Try not to smash that glass against someone's head if you can help it." Her eyes crinkled with mirth as she pointedly looked to the empty glass by his hand.

Returning to her companion, she took his arm as they easily crossed back to their small group.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[member="Connor Harrison"] would not have been the first one to have said such a thing. Mishel noticed since she had emerged from the tank that she bore the face of someone familiar. Seiger Ren did not believe in keeping secrets from his child. The girl had been taught that she was indeed the child of Siobhan Kerrigan, but than Siobhan had neglected her and that he - he had saved her. Educated her, raised her as his own - however much one could raise a girl in such a short manner of time.

She greeted Connor with a smile, manners - manners had been taught in one form or another. "You have not seen my face," Mishel told the man flatly and then sipped on the brandy. The girl did her best to hide the disgust that came across her face, she took another sip for good measure. "However." A slight pause as she set the drink down, "perhaps you mistake me for my mother?" She asked, letting the question hang for a moment. Mishel was not ignorant enough to say this woman's name out loud. Leaning in she whispered into this man's ear. "Siobhan Kerrigan."