Floating Peace

[Paragon of Virtue]

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We shall have peace. Even if we must fight for it.​

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The galaxy had been nearly torn apart by war once more. For the past six months, violence had erupted in a scope that had not been seen in a long time. Yet as battles are constantly waged and fought across the 'verse, it is the big ones that come and go a the waves of the ocean, coming in to destroy nearly anything in their path despite the potential ulterior motives of at least some of the involved sides, only to then pull back almost as though they had never been there at all.

Yet they had been there.

The Confederacy of Independent Systems had not only been there, yet it had been the aggressor in all the wars it had been recently involved in. It was only their enemies that would deny that these wars had been necessary, for they would not suffer another empire to live, and they would not permit existing empires to wreak havoc on innocents across the galaxy. In more ways than one, the Confederacy had arrived as liberators.

But even that peace, came with a price.

The price was the devastation of four planets hit thus. Eshan, while suffering the most, had also received the greatest benefit package in the form of monetary and relief aid from the Confederacy, with their own top people coming in to help rebuild what had been lost.

And the recent planet to suffer, had been Kuat. Suffering that should never have occurred within the first place. Yet with the New Republic forces' refusal to cooperate with the Confederacy, damage had happened. People who should never have been harmed, had died. It was a victory for the Confederacy, but one whose price was not as sweet as it could have been.

As such, the Confederacy had made a vow. Where the New Republic had failed the planet, the Confederacy refused to do so. Money would be sent to Kuat, as well as top engineers, resources, and nearly anything else that was needed, in order to restore the Rings of Kuat to their former glory after nearly a decade.

Additional funds would be sent to the two other planets that had been graced with Confederate attention, yet generally forgotten by the rest of the galaxy at large – Copero and Zonmira. But Kuat would be the shining star of the evening.

The Confederacy had opened its doors to all governments and factions of the galaxy, save for those who were considered hostile. Those who would arrive would enjoy a large banquet and a ball, and charity donations would be accepted through the night. The guests of the ball would be able to enjoy the view of the Galaxy as the Congress of Confederate States moved through neutral space, just north of the Confederate borders. There would be food, there would be music, and there would be presents for all those who'd arrive at the end of the evening, even if they did not contribute to the charity.

The message was clear. War times were to be paused. For the moment, the Confederacy would see its incredible power for peace and rebuilding. It was time to turn a new page.

Spoiler: Locations

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As it often is in these events, the Ballroom is where the main event is to be held. Patrons are welcome to dance with each other, enjoy the music, or make witty comments while gazing from the inner balconies. Two kinds of servants will be attending you here; the first kind will be servicing all your liquor and finger food requests, whereas the second kind will be accepting donations made either by digital means or in cash.

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For those wishing to enjoy a quieter evening, the entire wing of the botanical gardens has been made open to the patrons attending the ball this night. In it you will find peace and quiet, as well as flora from all across the galaxy, including more than several plants that are considered to be endangered. The sweet smell of flowers will accompany you wherever you go here, and a small amount of important insects can be found as well. Don't worry though - they will neither bite nor bug you.

Occasionally, a charity servant will walk by, giving the patrons an easy way to make donations to the restoration of Kuat's rings.

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What is a party without good food? An entire large hall near the ballroom had been cleared out to make place for a lavish buffet, incorporating interplanetary foods that include both popular dishes and exquisite exotic ones. Special incognito guards have been put in place to ensure that for this party, no one manages to sneak in any love potions, hallucination spices, or any of that kind, so that the patros can enjoy a lovely dinner, all paid for by the Confederacy.

Occasionally, a charity servant will walk by, giving the patrons an easy way to make donations to the restoration of Kuat's rings.

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Spoiler: CIS Tags

[member="A'Runda"]
[member="Adelle Bastiel"]
[member="Akabane"]
[member="Alden Akaran"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Amarant deWinter"]
[member="Amaya Cardei"]
[member="Amelia von Sorenn"]
[member="Amethyst Atreides"]
[member="Amethyst Sovereign"]
[member="Anya Malvern"]
[member="Arabella Darkhold"]
[member="Ari Zanareth"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Azmodan"]
[member="Bandit Six"]
[member="Caesar Kenway"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]
[member="Cerria Rene"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Timorem"]
[member="Darth Novus"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Destroyer 2873"]
[member="Dhakarta"]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Drauchir"]
[member="Ecthelion Aiglos"]
[member="Efried Halbrecht"]
[member="Ella Nova"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Evie Miramat"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Gray Venasir"]
[member="Hajrah Marjanah"]
[member="Havoc (CT-375)"]
[member="Ingrid L'lerim"]
[member="Isarn Apis"]
[member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member="Jorco Czeku"]
[member="Jorge"]
[member="Josh Dragonsflame"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Kalee Bladesworn"]
[member="Kaptan Americus"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Keva"]
[member="Kiff Brayde"]
[member="Kingsley"]
[member="Kip Ridel"]
[member="Krest"]
[member="Krystal Estain"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kwelin Orlov"]
[member="Kyber"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Lefwen Claskier"]
[member="Lemongrass"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Mallory Bash"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Maur"]
[member="Mauer"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Orion Trex"]
[member="Osintrium"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Riley Reese"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Samantha Jade"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Shalita Vi'dreya"]
[member="Sola Marr"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Taramaz Laurs"]
[member="Tex Americus"]
[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]
[member="Thalira Kiing"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Traveler"]
[member="Treiades Rhoujen"]
[member="Valencia Hadley"]
[member="Varick Lechner"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="VildarnTentoria"]
[member="Voph"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member="Zhai'ellev"]
[member="Zorok Rane"]

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This thread is open to all members of the Confederacy, their allies, and any interested in the well-being of the affected worlds.​

 

[Mr. Bones]

The Confederacy, for all its actions across the Galaxy, wanted peace. To promote Peace, means to have to uphold it through ones own choices and actions from the point they claim to support peace Forward. Dopi Bones was on Kuat not to talk against this peace, but for it; He wanted to see how the Confederacy worked when it came to the Force and how they treated people who are not as...balanced, as the Silver Jedi usually are. He had been on the planet for a very short amount of time, landing only about a mere hour ago, walking his way into the Ballroom of the massive Space Station known as The Congress of Confederate States.

Already, he felt the Force was somewhat there once he entered the Ballroom. It was some form of tingling that made itself just barely known to where Dopi knew it was there, but it wasn't to the point of being obnoxious...It was just...There. Something else that was clearly obvious about Dopi's presence was the fact that of him just being there. A Blind Dathomirian with a wooden staff in grey and slightly old robes seemed very out of place in comparison to the formally dressed men and women in the ballroom; Like a Beggar just wandered his way into the throne room of a very wealthy Baron. As for the debate unto wither Dopi was there as a guest or for his own purposes...well...He was't dancing with anyone yet, and he was "looking" around with the Force as if he was searching for someone.

Maybe he just needed to find whoever was there as a part of the SJO so then he did not become a loner in this situation.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Ballroom veranda
Wearing: Dress
Tags: @Malok

This, Alwine could get behind. Standing atop of the veranda overviewing the dance area below her, the petite Lupine smiled. She'd had her reservations regarding the Confederacy in recent months, her opinion regarding the blood lust for war against injustice in systems so far away removed at the expense of planets that suffered within the Confederate's own space had not been something she'd supported by any measure. More than once had she sat inside the ship she and her brothers lived in, eying images of the larger galaxy, wondering if there was a place that would perhaps better be suited for a Lupine such as herself. Yet as long as she did not find such a place, and her brothers remained part of the Confederacy, she never actually had any intention of leaving.

And still, this event, and all that she saw it as representing, was something that brought a smile and pride to her young face. It was not the first time; Alwine remembered the ribbon cutting ceremony on a space station not too far from where the Congress of Confederate States was currently floating, a ceremony that to her, had symbolized advancement in trade, economic, and access those who were not always as lucky as to be able to freely go from one planet to another. This ball was different in that regard. It was neither about progression nor about enhancement. It was about healing. The petite blonde would never deny that sometimes, war was necessary. Yet anyone with enough weapons could go in and do violence, pretending that it was for the greater good. To be able to willingly accept that the time for senseless damage was over and the time for healing had arrived required so much more. And the Confederacy, as she understood it at present, was willing to put that more in.

Silently, she gazed as people began to fill the ballroom in. The Confederacy was known for its parties; it seemed as though every time one was announced, only a sparse few people could keep themselves away. This part would follow the same pattern, and she nodded her head to herself obviously pleased at the thought of it. Her only regret was that she would not be able to join in on the dancing; while her brothers had managed to learn how it was done, she was the last of the Lechner siblings who was clueless in that regard.

A waiter offering finger food paused by her, and Alwine gingerly took a piece of what looked like dough with a mixture of vegetables in it. It tasted good.

She turned around again, chocolate brown eyes looking at those who had begun to dance.

It was indeed a night to celebrate.

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Entering the Ballroom​

Wearing: Voph's Admiral Armor, Ring of Blades, Cloak of Eshan​

Tags: None Yet​

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Voph grimaced as the Bacta infused cloth rubbed across his face. He hated trying to clean up for events like this. Made him miss the days when a full bucket helmet was acceptable fare. He'd even take a rebreather to hide the imperfections. But no, at an event like this, it was best to leave his face exposed. Even if the damage from the bomb was still healing. He'd looked worse, all things told. As he sat in the chair, though, he again wondered why he subjected himself to this manner of treatment. The attendants were, of course, just doing their jobs. Voph wanted to look good...well, as good as a being like him could look, for this event. His hair was pulled back in a strict ponytail, not a single hair out of place, and his new armor had been polished till it shone.

Voph stood as the attendants backed away, and held his arms up as the attendants helped him pull his gauntlets on. His cloak, received as a gift in thanks for the assistance rendered to Cardinal on Eshan, was affixed to his right shoulder. Voph rolled his shoulders as he adjusted to the weight of the armor. This one had to be his favorite set yet. If only because of the raw functionality it provided. Why he'd never thought of this during the war, he had no idea.

As the Scion landed and deposited her passengers, Voph found himself reflecting back on Kuat. It seemed like it had been ages ago. Eshan even moreso. In spite of his hefty contributions to his own newfound home of Vylmira, he was making sizable donations to all the affected worlds. After all, it was only fitting that a leader of the CIS set the example to aspire to, if not followed. It still felt odd that Voph had become a member of the Viceroyalty so early in his effective career with the CIS, but regardless, his homeworld had asked. Homeworld. The word still echoed oddly in Voph's mind. But it was pushed aside in favor of the present moment.

As Voph stepped into the ballroom, he was offered a collection of drinks, one of which he took. He waved off the servers seeking donations. His donation had been made already. In private, and under wraps. He was here to promote the good of the galaxy, not his own importance. For a time, he contented himself with small talk among the few notables that had already gathered, but he was pacing himself. There was a long night ahead of him, surrounded by people he certainly didn't care for. It would take a considerable amount of willpower to survive it with what little humor he still possessed intact...

 

[Runi Verin]

Objective: Pretend to Mingle / Represent KDY
Location: Ballroom
Mood: Uncomfortable
Wearing: Ugh.
Tagging: N/A

Runi Verin was not a party person. Crowds made her uneasy, the music was always bland and the food never enough. Throw in the fact that many of tonight’s guests could quite easily redefine the dictionary definition wealth and privilege without a second thought, it was safe to say she was feeling rather out of place amongst the all revelry and pageantry going on in the ballroom. Wanting nothing more than to slip away and return to the comforting confines of the scrap heap of a vessel she had arrived in.

Unfortunately for her, given her recent business ventures in acquiring Kuat Drive Yards, her attendance for tonight gala had been understandably compulsory. With the board even going so far as to politely suggest minor alterations in the spacer’s wardrobe. Alterations that had seen her customary flight suit and spacers jacket combo shelved for the evening in favor of…

“Fierfek,” Runi grunted sourly as she tugged on the hem of the silken, dark orange dress for the twentieth time in half as many minutes, her thunderous expression alone enough to warrant a wide berth within the mingling crowds. Or perhaps it was the scars that lined her features. Either that or the fact she had chosen to complete her mandated wardrobe with several unorthodox accessories - an overladen tool belt wrapped around her waist, complete with a heavy beskad sheathed at the small of her back, and a pair of heavy duty work boots. Went to show; you could take the girl out of the scrapheap, but you couldn’t take the scrapheap out of the girl.

If nothing else, it kept people from asking her to dance.

“Oy, or'dinii,” she jerked her head up at one of the waiters, ignoring the look of uncertain dread that flashed across his features as he caught sight of her in favor of tossing one of the slender crystal flutes into his fumbling hands. “You guys set on servin' anythin' that doesn't taste like bubbly bantha wazz tonight? Tihaar, neat. Chilled preferably, but I ain't fussy way as long as it can burn away the taste of whatever the kark that was.”

There was a pause as confusion ruled the day for the man.

“...I ain't up social gala servin' ettiquette, but I'm pretty sure that was your cue to go grab it, 'lek?”

 

[Ahron Rol]

Location: Ballroom
Wearing: Dark robes
Tags: None

Ahron, admittedly, had no idea how she got here. She didn't even know why she was here. To top it off, she didn't even know why this party was a thing, or why she had relented to showing up. There were a lot of people here, and all of them were far more appropriately dressed than she was. Her eyes clenched shut as she let out a growl, the constant pounding of the presence of everyone around her driving a spike into her brain. She pulled a small bottle out of her belt, her lightsabers swaying in the open, before grabbing a glass of clear liquid from a staff member walking by with a tray. Her tongue snaked out of her muzzle, tasting the air around the glass. Water. Good. Her tail coiled around her body, wrapping around the glass so both of her hands could manipulate the bottle, and she popped something into her maw, following it with the water.

She placed the bottle back into her belt, taking the glass in her hand once again, and waited for the relief to hit. She looked around the room again, taking into account anyone who particularly stood out. No one of any particular interest, though the Miraluka was probably going to notice her rather quickly. They usually did. Force sensitive species, blind, seeing only with the force. It was interesting seeing how different species learned to handle the force. Though, the ones who could see the force would be able to see her very easily. In fact, she would probably be near impossible to miss. That would either make the night very interesting, or very annoying.

While she was letting these thoughts wander through her mind, Her body seemed to relax very noticeably to any watchers, slumping up against the wall and letting the water in her cup pour out onto the floor. She let out a relaxed hissing sigh, her head lolling to the side to notice a table next to her. She looked at the empty cup, then the small amount of water pooling around her feet, and placed the cup on said table. "I suppose a little water never hurt anyone before..." She sighed, standing up on her own and walking along the perimeter of the ballroom, watching everyone with a lazy gaze.

 

[Bushi Nadora]

Objective: Arrive, Mingle, Represent
Location: Ballroom
Internal Theme: X
Tagging: [member="Quintus Kuat"] | [member="Kirat Raithe"] | [member="Runi Verin"]

This was the exact moment that Daerian had been waiting for.

The event that made all those years on that cold frigid world worth it. Rothana had not been awful, but most definitely utilitarian. They didn't know the meaning of comfort. Their idea of luxury was a toilet that didn't freeze over at night. Ah, the indignities suffered. The long hours spend balancing the books. All the energy spend pushing against the fools, trying to overreach over and over again, only to be proven right every time? Now it would be different. Back in the Core, guiding the main office of Kuat Drive Yards. Oh, the planet was a mess, but it was their mess. It would take years... but now there was something real to work for.

Briefly Daerian looked over to the other side of the shuttle-annex-luxurious space limousine. Kirat Raithe looking rather awkward in her power armor. He had warned her. It was a confined space, it would be cramped, but noooo. The mercenary had been firm. Apparently her lungs were permanently damaged and she needed her suit to survive? Such a cliche. But he supposed if it had been good enough for Darth Vader, it might as well be good enough for Darth Raithe.

Quintus?

Who knew what was running around in his head. Some sixth cousin dragged up from obscurity. The only thing setting him aside? Not being flattened by the falling yards. The less said about him the better, Daerian reckoned.

"We have arrived, sir." The pilot announced over his shoulder just as the shuttle settled down. Daerian sighed softly and then nodded. "This should be simple, Lord Kuat," Mister Kent said, rising up, dusting off imaginary particles from his collar. "Since they have already been so kind to invest in the relief fund, this is a mere practicality." All style and grace Daerian stepped out of the shuttle.

Right into a thin sheen of oil gathered up near the shuttle.

He made a face.

"It can only get better from here..." Reminding himself that this was the time. Champagne, good music, people of style and good breeding. It would all be excellent. They were escorted out of the hangars and straight into the party. Welcomed by music once the invitations were exchanged. Then. Daerian was in for another shock. Perhaps the biggest of all. To Kuat- "....is that our CEO with a tool belt, construction boots and a gorram beskad?" Muttered with a hushed voice.

Oh.... the indignities were coming back already.

That didn't take very long.

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Location: Ballroom
Wearing:

Spoiler

Tags:

The viceroy turned pirate lord figured he could show up to the confederate social gathering. No matter the mixed emotions that may relate to him among others in the confederacy. Fortunately when greeting people he didn't need to tell them that he was a former viceroy that was removed from office for incompetence. But him and his pirate buddies were glad to not just be shot on site by the CDF for still hanging around the southern systems. After all he was trying to establish a criminal underground railroad from Nar Shaddaa to Geonosis and the surrounding planets, and with the turbulent times they were in selling weapons was a surefire way to make a profit.

For the evenings events the Rodian was wearing a royal blue pinstripe suit. Something he would wear to an old mobster meeting with other bosses. Wearing partly because of his history, but mainly because that's the only real formal wear he had for himself. After losing his position on Rodia he didn't care as much about his looks. He wore some greenish makeup to cover the scar going over his right eye. Sadly there was makeup for large white, blind eyes, so to better cover up the asymmetry he wore a rather large eye patch over his right eye. How cliché, a pirate captain with an eye patch. Nonetheless it was black like his left eye so at least the colors matched. But above all this was some perfume, or was it cologne? He could never really tell the difference, so he thought it was just two different names for the same thing. His antenna certainly couldn't tell the difference.

Looking around he saw a colorful cast of characters around him. A blind man who seem to really know their way around, perhaps they were a Miralukan? A blonde women he feels like he has recognized, and the last person to in any way catch his interest was a reptilian women who seemed to have a Force Using look to her. Further confirmed by the glint of a lightsaber hilt on her person.

Jorco was here as a former combatant of Eshan, perhaps he should look for others from that battle to share stories with about their experience...

 

[Custani Valcho]

Minister Greodu of the United Galactic Federation greeted his fellow leaders as he walked into the ballroom. Why was he here. He was a Minister of War meaning that he was probably going to get a cold shoulder by members of the CIS. Prime Minister Valcho was the only reason he was here. The older man had requested that he attended in his absence. The situation at Corellia was very delicate and deserved the Prime Minister's attention. He had arrived to Kuat on a yacht although he already missed his Flagship the ' Endevor' Mine as well make the most of the evening

 

[Destroyer 2873]

Location: Ballroom Entrance​

Objective: Tactical Droid Brain - Mingle with employers and run damage control, Droideka Brain - Complain about a lack of battle to the employers​

Wearing: Got his brass plating Polished to a bright shine​

Tags: None (Anyone who wants to can join)​

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"Why are we going to another one of your shindigs?" the gravely voice said out loud.
"The same reason as to why we went to the one before!" the neutral voice reprimanded.
"And that was a tremendous disaster!"
"It is still important to ... "
"No!" the gravely voice interrupted, "You may still be programmed on how to handle the internal politics of military affairs, but my body wasn't made to have rounds of tennis with the higher brass. My body was made to fight in combat and that is why we have been hired in the first place, to fight for the Confederacy in their battles as a mercenary."
"Ah ... yes ... about that."
"What?"
"I have kept this particular piece of data from you until we got here."
"What data!?"
"The reason this event is happening is to celebrate the Confederacy's recent return to peace and issue in an era of growth and development outside of wartime."
"What!"
"I have confirmed that our contract will not be terminated. Now is the time to stay calm and ... "
"I have been anticipating battle for a long time and now I am told that it is too late for us to engage in combat!"
"While that may be true, the current unstable political situation means that there is at least a 98.23% chance that war breaks out again in the remaining year. Until that time comes it is too our benefit that we associate ourselves with our contract holders through discussion and interaction."
"I will be discussing with our employers alright. Let's go!"

*The droideka started to head into the ballroom before jerking to a stop.*

"Hold on. Your current actions are highly illogical and misguided. If we just wait a minute and come up with a plan."
"You had your chance on Stobar, it is my turn to decide our actions now."
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With that, Destroyer 2873 entered into the event where he determined what he believed to be a high ranking CIS member in a quick search of the venue. He approached that member and said in a deep and gravely tone "Hello. I would like to discuss an issue I am having under your current employment."

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: Inspect
Location: Ballroom
Tags: [member="Daerian Kent"] ; [member="Kirat Raithe"] ; [member="Runi Verin"]

Fancy.

Is how Quintus described the ball. He wondered what did this facade actually cover. Deep in thought he considered retrospectively the events that led to this ball. Dubious reasons brought the CIS to war with the New Republic over Kuat. The collateral damage, although incomparable to the conclusion of the Omega War, still damaged enough his homeworld's restoration efforts.

And now this. The Confederation was funneling funds in rebuilding planets, including Kuat. Why? Every politician worth his renommee always sought the actual reasoning behind actions. Intergalactic peace? Goodwill? Sand tossed in the eyes of the common folk. What the Confederation aimed was the question he sought the answer to with his arrival to this ball. With the analytical mind of KDY's CFO and KDY's...enforcer?

"They're forming funds for this...restoration plan, correct? You can check the sources of these funds after the ball, Mister Kent. I'd like to know where they're coming from and from who." The emissary of House Kuat said. He'd learned the need and benefits of financial masters like Daerian Kent from his own father whose closest circle included a chief financial officer and a lawyer.

"....is that our CEO with a tool belt, construction boots and a gorram beskad?"

Quintus squinted at where Kent was looking at...and yes.

Runi Verin.

He was not surprised. The moment he'd met her before he implemented his plan into motion, Quintus knew he wasn't dealing with no suit and tie. However, her skillset, he had learned, proved vital due to her unpredictability. A trump card, he described her as.

"It certainly is." Even amidst the colorful multicultural theme of the ball, the CEO stood out. Good. A step to the right and he was on his way towards Verin. "Let's go ahead and catch up with her, Mister Kent."

 

[(Just) Duncan]

Objective: Loom
Location: Ballroom
Attention: [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Quintus Kuat"] [member="Daerian Kent"]

This was not Kirat Raithe's strong suit. That was one way of putting it.

Literally unfolding from the cramped confines of the shuttle, she stepped out of the shuttle before the two men, scanning the landing area as they disembarked. They ignored her, which was fine and honestly she wasn't here to mingle anyway. As far as 'assignment' went, this was about what she had expected when she had signed on. Sure there would be other things as time went on, but she knew going in that most of her time would involve baby sitting duty for suits.

Despite her assurance that this sort of detail would be fine, in truth?

She'd never, not once, been to an event like this.

One of the things she liked about the armor was that it hid her facial expressions. So she didn't have to do anything to hide the curiosity on her face as she looked around the whole affair.

She had nothing to do other than loom, shadow, and watch their backs while they drank champagne that cost more than a house on her homeworld, she had nothing much to do. So she contented herself in absorbing the lot of it.

When they drew attention to their CEO however?

Kirat cut the mike in her helmet. Because she couldn't stop the fit of laughter at their responses. Outwardly there was no trace of it. But inwardly? She cracked up.

She liked this Runi Verin already.

 

[Kaili Talith]

“And to think I had to be the one to show a Talith how to act like nobility.”
- Mara Merrill, paraphrased.​

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The white silken fabrics of her dress swayed in the winds with each movement she made. Kaili had never been one known for dresses, in fact most people had most likely never seen her in one, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen. There was something in the way this one latched onto her arm and neck to keep from falling off and the way it just felt amazing as it brushed against her skin. Tailor-made for this occasion it was not something she had thought herself to wear and much less so to an event she had no plans of attending. These sort of things were not amongst the type of events she frequented but ones she was familiar with all the same.

Interests for this evening was two-fold. Kuat Driveyards were for all intents and purposes a company she had no right to hold close anymore yet recent developments had made things far more interesting than she could have predicted. The ties that had been severed years ago between her and it had been thought be permanent, but the second she had heard news of the attack on the planet she had felt her heart skip just for a second as she thought about her family, extended or not. She didn’t know a majority of them and had only met a few of them during an event referred to as ‘Crownfall’ — at the very least within her family — since then.

With a certain someone’s acquisition of a position amongst the higher-ups and this ball being outrageously easy to get access to if you had the right contacts there was simply no way she couldn’t at the very least get a good feel for who and what it was that drove the latest generation of KDY forward. Kaili had kept tabs on it during the years, but that had sort of faded out ever since that one person took charge who seemed to think that taking away Kuat from Kuat Driveyards was a bright idea.

Whatever happened to that guy anyway? Did he quit? Evidently, given the current situation, right?

Regardless of that there were other reasons to attend, of course. Eshan had been a personal experience, and beyond that… Well, it never hurt to keep personal tabs on who was who within the Confederacy. Much like a creep with a portable telescope, Kaili began to circle around the room at an ever too slow pace as she tried to take in the looks and faces of whoever was here.

Interesting crowd. A bit more Corellian than she might have hoped, but good nonetheless.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

BALLROOM

When an interstellar government set its mind to rebuild a galaxy-class shipyard and lift up four damaged worlds, a metric fethton of money was in play. Tens of thousands of RFPs, tenders aplenty, contracts large and small. Gallofree Transports, like hundreds of other corps, meant to get its share of that business. As part of an overall strategy, the full details of which were above Jerec's pay grade, he'd been dispatched to mingle.

As a walking billboard.

A holographic over-robe and hood displayed artsy blueprints, infographics, and upward-trending charts to the effect that Gallofree Transports Knew Its Business And Would Happily Take Yours. The robe had not been Jerec's idea. At minimum he'd been able to nudge MarComs toward including the beautiful Tannhauser, Avier, and Cursor transport lines as elements in the ever-changing holographic display. All too often, in-atmosphere mass transit dominated his body's ad space instead. Not that a hoverbus wasn't great and all, but it wasn't easy to chat up a nice-looking sapient with a holographic transit line running across your forehead.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Equipment: Dress, pager, holographic disguise matrix (hidden) }​

{ Objective: Mingle / keep an ear open / standby medical care }​

{ Tag: [member="Voph"] }​

Open to Interact!​

~ † ~​

Prennis liked a good party well enough, with tempered enthusiasm and more than her fair share of guilt of course even when she had been a First Imperial, but never charities. She preferred lending a hand over giving money. As a nurse, once a doctor (and maybe one again soon, if she could deign to offer herself enough forgiveness for the past misuse of her licence), that much should not have been much of a surprise at all.

She smoothly scooped up a flute of wine from a server's tray held aloft as she moved past. With a few more steps, she stopped to glance around the floor and, as she did, take a small sip. Where to start? She wanted to find someone who could let her do something, offer her practice to the hurting and homeless of one of the affected worlds perhaps, but if she couldn't...well, she would settle for making a monetary contribution.

But not until she had sufficiently worked to crowd with the hope of being personally, directly useful.

No, she could not get used to whatever was in that glass. By some miracle, the nurse avoided screwing up her face at the lingering aftertaste of her drink, and rather continued on through the gathered crowds.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: The Gardens
Tags: [member="Alkor Centaris"]

As far as the ORC was concerned, the CIS and all of their relevant entities were their friendly neighbors to the east. While they mostly stayed out of each other’s business, they were willing to lend a hand when the other needed help. Not that the CIS needed much help these days,

As a show of good faith, an invitation to the charity gala had extended to her allies. Yula arrived to make proxy donation for her mother, [member="Joza Perl"] and take in the festivities. While normally she was a fan of parties, the smuggler found fancy events to be tedious. After rubbing elbows in the ballroom, she set towards the gardens in hope of some respite.

It was far more peaceful here, less stifling. In a weird sort of contrast, the Zeltron was perched on a bench twined with flowers, clad in an elegant black number she’d stolen from her mother, drinking a beer.

Normally she took no issue with large crowds, but perhaps her time on Midvinter had made her more accustomed to the quiet.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: The Gardens
Tag: [member="Yula Perl"]

When he was told he was to be off duty, Alkor protested. He hated the days where he was useless, where he sat alone in his apartment on Golbah and drank himself numb. He had joined the Knights Obsidian at some goading from [member="Darth Metus"], seeking to use the culmination of destructive skills he had gained over his lifetime to protect his Brother's vision.

The order came from no less than that selfsame brother. Alkor had done a fine job of hiding the injuries he had sustained on Eshan, but after the fiasco on Kuat, he was left reeling and found by medical teams in a hideous state.

Some of the finest doctors in the Galaxy resided in Golbah City, studying and working for the Confederacy due to their advanced technology and cutting edge equipment. They labored on Alkor's arms extensively, and they were finally able to salvage one of them with skin grafts, tissue regrowth, and nerve therapy. The other was something they took his closest family aside to disclose.

His right shoulder was now affixed with a permanent blight, a plasteel cuff that constantly delivered a kolto and saline flush to undo some of the catastrophic damage, in hopes that one day it might be operable. It took the eyes of a Sith Lord to see the lingering darkness, the grip of the hungering Force itself, eager to eat return the favor to one who feasted so readily upon it.

No, there was another answer, and it was one Alkor despised.

"Cybernetic nerve replacement system," the doctors had called it. Stimulus from robotics placed within his body to work his arm like a machine. He couldn't feel it anymore- the flames had burnt away many layers of tissue, leaving nothing but their heat and the reminder of his own rage. He moved the fingers of that hand with a thought, but even that response felt unnatural. The subtle twitch as microscopic servomotors stimulated movement was...

It was annoying.

He sat in the Gardens because he was told to relax, but he wanted to be watching the main event for danger. He wanted to feel like he wasn't as useless as the past several days had inclined him to feel. Yet, he felt the cool surge of fluid as the hourly release flushed into his bloodstream, and the lightheadedness that accompanied saline came again.

"I need a drink," he muttered. He rested against a tall, sturdy tree and closed his eyes. Unlike most of the people in attendance, he wore something more casual.

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Entering the Ballroom
Wearing: Voph's Admiral Armor, Ring of Blades, Cloak of Eshan
Tags: [member="Prennis Keeoli"]

Voph had drifted to the edge of the dance floor when he noticed it. The slim figure clad in what he had come to associate as a bright color of dress. For some reason, he felt his heart skip a beat. Perhaps this night wouldn't be so bad after all. He turned his back, and moved through the crowd towards the entrance, depositing his now empty drink with a server. As he walked, he reached down to adjust his gauntlets, head turning to the side towards.....what appeared to be a lizard of some kind in the corner. A remarkable signature within the Force, but of no concern to him now. He had another target in mind.

The large man stepped into the crowd beside the young woman he had spotted from across the room. And for once in his life, he was at a loss of things to say. Normally he had all manner of snark or observation prepared for use at a moment's notice. But for now, the only thing he could think was, "I pray that your garb means you are here for leisure, not business." He smiled gently as he greeted Prennis, the scars on his face twisting as he did so. The ones inflicted on Kuat were healing nicely. Hardly noticeable if you weren't looking for them. The bacta soaked bandages had helped. But he was sure that for all his polished armor and gleaming appearance, Prennis would notice that first. "I trust you have been well since our last meeting, Miss Keeoli?"

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

[member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Darth Metus"] -See I posted.​

Snuggly SJO ~.o​

wanted to arrive looking like: https://f4.bcbits.com/img/0010050131_20.jpg​

instead came dressed like: https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t31.0-8/fr/cp0/e15/q65/13920417_1113941972013733_1826660130225454566_o.jpg?_nc_cat=109&efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&_nc_eui2=AeGDN2Ajt76bixdJS21E7gJuPSGTP9BwpLiiXcRrUNNyON99wcjvHkLD78kseo2Bs_p0cfLYFbsjLntFK0TjKsOrXrSkNPkjMPDNOBHNJR_leg&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=3abe908943c24e9d94b71a48089fa9b5&oe=5D31376D​

..because putting a link into text doesn't work tonight..​

Frisked by security at the entrance. "Can I help it if people need me?" Sure last time she had sold the proprietor a Love Potion. There are worse concoctions on the market! "Watch those hands, Mister, or I'll call Daddy and he might get the shot gun! I am not crass enough to hide my potions anywhere I could not easily retrieve them…don't give everyone a free show at it! Really, must I explain what each vial holds?" Pomsty turned in a huff and stormed into the ballroom once she was finally unhanded and cleared. Her Master's notoriety will apparently only get her so much leeway at these multi-faction galas! "What is everyone afraid of, anyhow?" she asked aloud rustling her skirts. "It's not like they won't drink themselves stupid-fied, and pray they get…friends."

She walked to a table and lit a spice stick. She taunted security with a snarky face, mouthing, "You missed this."

In all honesty, she does not see the purpose for any of these sorts of functions, but her Master [member="Darth Metus"] insists they are necessary, so she doesn't get herself stabbed in the back by people who don't know her, and would judge her by her appearance. She could have gone all out full blown drama goth in her looks, but she assumed he would not like that, so she went with something…dare say, practical.

She sighed at looking at everyone so scattered about and nobody mingling as of yet. 'Love Potions just work so much better, and you don't get hungover. If you are lucky somebody makes waffles for breakfast.' She glanced around at the hors d'oeuvre. 'There are no waffles here, as expected. A girl has to earn her waffles!' She never met Jedi before, and can only expect that she will NEVER get to the point of waffles with any of them!

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Observe [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]None currently [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Large scale interaction was far from Keva’s strength, and that fact had the Chiss end up in the gardens. Once again enjoying these alcoves of mainly wasted space and nature, they were calming to an extent: but peace was quickly becoming something that left the Major jumpy, for the field of war calmed her just as much as these gardens did. The expendable nature of droids had utterly changed things, it was pure, and crushing logic. Very calming.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Of course, the only reason she was here was to look at Kuat after the “battle”. Though truthfully the Chiss felt she could barely call it that, the fighting on the ground was miniscule and much of the fighting had been in space, and in the rolling mental charts Keva employed to make decisions had decided the damage to the planet was miniscule. Without widespread ground combat the major collateral could not be inflicted, less of the battered and bruised remnants of a warzone she had expected.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And so, the woman merely stood among the calm: ignore the charity servants as much as she could, not like she had any money to give or the desire to: allocation of resources was important, and Kuat would do just fine without her.[/SIZE]