Floating Peace

[Azura]

Azura was funny in a quarky sorry of way and was always up for a party, although she was not formally invited to the confederacy celebration party, she had every intention of showing up anyways. Azura had intercepted a highly encrypted message detailing its precise location and decided to join in on the festivities. Perhaps this would be a way she could join the CIS if she wasn't arrested first.


Azura herself did not have any Ill feelings towards the CIS and as well she believed the Ascendancy did not either. Either way she needed an IN on the space station, actually she just needed a cover story, her ship had already been pulled into one of their hangar bays. Which she had already half expected a boarding party.


Needless to say she was already dressed up and ready for the party, her hair was tied up into two ponytails neatly out to each side. Her dress was black and frilled at the bottom just below the waist. With black fish net panty hose and high heels. Of course she went with a sleeveless dress. She must have looked pretty hilarious, the 5'7 chiss human hybrid with her musculature.


Exiting her ship she had already been met by a slew of officers, guns raised and pointed right her. She raised her hands in the efforts to show she had meant no harm, walked towards the officers, spun around and her dress lifted spinning with her movements showing she did not have any concealed weapons.


“Why hello there, which way to the party” Azura chuckled.

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Madalena Antares]

Location: Entrance to the Ballroom
Wearing: This
Tags: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]

At last!

Madalena's excitement could barely be contained. It had been months now of working so hard, gaining control over her new body, learning how to use it, how to move it, how to walk and breathe in it. Only three people had seen her during that entire time – her sister, [member="Scherezade deWinter"], her other half, [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], and his niece [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], who was the reason she could be here at all. During the first weeks, Madalena had required crutches to move about, for her muscles were too weak to keep her upright for extended periods of time, and while her arms had adjusted fairy quickly, her core and legs needed much more time.

The invisible braces Allya had made her provided their purpose; they had sped Madalena's recovery, and she wore them that night, discreetly hidden beneath the white fabrics of her dress. Tonight, she was ready. She would socialize, she would eat, she would drink, and above all – she would dance.

And yes, there was all that business with charity and Kuat and whatnot. But that was not where her heart or focus were at present.

The only person she was missing, the one person she wanted to do it all with, was [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], and he would arrive shortly, she knew. Having shoo'd her sister away so that she was ready to greet him alone, Madalena waited with near bursting excitement. If tonight went well, if she could do all she wanted tonight, then as far as she was concerned, she and Cardinal would embark on the journey to the Sandali homeworld the following morning.

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

The guard at the entrance who had checked [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] out had indeed missed the death stick the Nightsister had brought in with her. But whereas none would have made a move against the Vicelord's apprentice had she simply kept it in her pocket, once it was actually lit inside, the story had changed.

Doing her best not to roll her eyes, Aoife, a Knight Obsidian Archivist who had signed up on guard duty for the duration of the ball, left her stand to approach [member="Pom Stych Tivé"].

"Ma'am," the redheaded Archivist said, her voice stern and leaving no room for questioning, "I'm going to have to ask you to put that out and hand it to me. Smoking is not permitted indoors, especially not when it's illegal substances you're smoking."

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

[member="Eternal Virtue"]


Pom started at the approach of a fellow KO. Culture shock again. Nothing is illegal on Dathomir, and it seems everything and anything that make the Nightsister...unique, or for a more precise term, an actual Nightsister...is illegal off of Dathomir. At least it seems, she is still figuring this out. Yet on the battlefield nobody complains about her helping them reach their objective with spells and potions. How is she expected to know what is ok, when, and where? This does perplex her the most.

She casts a glance around the room while she takes one last deeeeeep inhalation of her cigarette, hoping that she has not caused an unforeseen scandal for her Master [member="Darth Metus"], before casually putting it out in the water of a vase set out upon the table, as there were no ashtrays directly that she could see. She held it out to Aoife as requested for disposal.

“Thanks,” she murmurs respectfully while rendering a subtle smile, truly confused about what determines one mind altering substance ok, such as the gallons of hard liquors each individual is about to ingest, and a little naturally grown spice socially unacceptable.

Next, the question now looming is how is she going to have any fun at all here? This just isn’t her thing. If she could get even with her Master for insisting on her attendance, she would.

Maybe it’s time to do as the locals do, and hit up the wait staff for a drink...if that really is ok to do!

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

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

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

{ Tag: [member="Voph"] }​

Open to Interact!​

~ † ~
She had stopped again a few yards on, wondering again where to go. When she felt a presence approach behind her, she sidestepped to give it room to move past her. Instead, a voice came that she recognized immediately. Prenn smiled, feeling suddenly snarky herself, and replied, “They wouldn’t let me wear my emergency room scrubs, would you believe that?”

She hadn't decided quite yet on Cassius's proposal regarding the paperwork to reinstate her doctor's medical licence, albeit under Prennis Keeoli rather than Aes'ona Terrani, but she had ​begun to forgive herself for her service to the First Order, slowly but surely. Since speaking the the newly-knighted Jedi, she had also seen reason not to hide as much. Yes, legally she was Prennis now, but still, part of her was Aes'ona. She couldn't push away who she'd been for, what, nearly thirty years of her life? So she had long since quit trying to alter her way of speaking, though her Imperial accent still remained discarded.

Then the feeling died down as she answered his question: “I haven’t been taken hostage recently, so yes, I suppo— Oh, dear stars, Voph, what happened?” It appeared his assumption had proved correct; as soon as Prennis turned to face the admiral, she saw past his well done up appearance right to his fading scars. She didn’t bother restraining herself to touch his face, sweeping it to the side with her one free hand to examining a few of them at once in better light. At least they were healing well.

"Nevermind am I well; are you taking care of yourself?" she asked again as she retracted her hand and cupped it over the face of her wine glass with the other. Admittedly, she still didn't now very many details of whatever it was that Voph did now since leaving the House of Lords, but if their unraveling of the terror plot at Mercy Learning Hospital was any indication, it was likely as or more dangerous than that.

 

[Ahron Rol]

Location: Ballroom
Wearing: Dark Robes
Tags: Anyone

Ahron, in her time at the party, realized that parties were super boring. At this point, the only reason she could tolerate the pounding headache being this close to people caused was because it was fun looking at them with squinted eyes, the way they all motion blurred. It was a small source amusement for her until she opened her eyes further and the motion blur stopped. Good things in moderation, she didn't want to be looked at strange for squinting all the time. People might think she was harder of sight than she actually was! Still, she was finding entertainment hard to come by.

"Why did I come here?" She asked rhetorically. "I know no one, and I don't donate to charity..." She said, looking around, snatching one of the small bites of food a waiter was carrying around, looking it over quickly before dropping it in her mouth, toothpick and all. She made short work of it, looking around again. She needed to fond something to do. Rich people were never known to exclusively follow the law. If anything, they were just as likely to break it as anyone else, so perhaps she could find some sort of spice den. At least then she could zone out and just stop caring about what was going on around her.

But that involved finding the spice den. Which was effort. Effort she didn't want to exert to find a room that wasn't even sure to exist. Likely, but not assured. Then again... "Excuse me," She said, stopping a waiter, her voice slow and drawn out. "Where would the spice den be?"

The Waiter looked at her, furrowing his brow. "Excuse me?"

"The spice den," Ahron repeated. "There is always one at these sort of gatherings," She explained, looking around the room.

"There... Isn't a spice den here?" He said, unsure of exactly how to answer. "And weapons aren't al-" He started before Ahron waved her hand.

"Weapons are fine," She said simply, not looking at the waiter. "For me, at least."

"Yes... Weapons are fine for you... I suppose" The waiter said, seeming confused.

"And you don't see a reason to tell anyone about this conversation," Ahron added, giving her awkward, unnerving smile.

"And there isn't a point telling anyone about this conversation. Is there anything else I can do for you?" The waiter asked.

"Not at all, carry on with whatever it was you were doing," Ahron smiled, slowly walking away, the smile fading into an annoyed scowl. "I don't have enough drugs to deal with the idiocy of this place," She muttered, reaching into her belt, pulling out her bottle, and popping another couple of pills into her mouth.

 

[Shran]

Location: Star Destroyer/Ball room
Attire: Dress uniform (as depicted in profile)
Tags: Anyone else in the ballroom

This had been a welcome break from the stuffiness of Coruscant's government buildings. Following the declaration of war against the Republic, the Empire sought to coordinate with her allies in the Confederacy. Shran's job here would be to schmooze with other attendees, open up talks with the Confederacy to make sure that both factions are on the same page. In short; be a politician. Once seen as something Shran was going to despise, is now something that he quite enjoyed and looked forward to. In his personal quarters, the Defense Minister finished putting on his dress uniform before making his way to the bridge of the star destroyer. The captain turned to face Shran and said, "Ah, Minister. We are preparing to drop out of warp. I have taken the liberty of alerting the shuttle bay to prep your shuttle. We should be arriving at the Congress of the Confederacy shortly."

"Thank you, Captain." Shran took up a spot beside the captain, both watching as the blue hue of hyperspace encompassed the entire veiwport. After a few minutes, the blue faded and were replaced by a view of the Congress of the Confederacy against the backdrop of what seems to be endless amounts of stars. "I don't plan to be too long but feel free to put her in park for the duration of my visit. I'll see you when I get back, Captain."

Shortly after, Shran was aboard his personal shuttle. The red Lambda-class vessel folded up it's wings as it docked with the Confederate Congress superstructure. The shuttle made a hissing sound as the boarding ramp opened. Shran exited the shuttle, followed by two shock troopers. While the bulk of the Imperial military had been open to civilian to join, Coruscant had been seen as such a safe part of the Empire that clones remained the preferred security force. The shock troopers wore armor nearly identical to that of some of the first incarnations with the bright red patterns contrasting the white of the armor. However, despite the ornate design on the armor, it paled in comparison to the elegant uniform that Shran sported. A protocol droid walked up to to Shran and his entourage. "Greetings Defense Minister. We are most pleased that you could attend this function. Please follow me and I'll show you to the ballroom." Shan nodded and followed the droid. Upon entering the ballroom, the droid said, "Please enjoy your stay." before returning to it's duties in the shuttle bay. In the center of the room, several guests were dancing along to the music playing and around them, others snacked on horderves. Shran picked out a spot somewhat out of the way to observe the people at the function before deciding to approach anyone.

 

[Rashae]

Mission: Diplomatic relations
Tag: anyone who wants to talk to the Minister of Science of CIS

This is something that Rashae did best, formal events. That raven blue black hair of hers was sleeked back and placed up into an updo as errant tendrils cascade down the flawless alabaster skin to every so slightly swish along. Sapphires of various colors were in a hair wire that entertwined into her hair in as much as the Blue sapphire jewelry doned her ears and neck. Her dress was a glove like from an afluent designer. It hugged every sumptuous curve of the Minister of Science. The white only accented her lovely skin and dark hair. Those ice blue eyes stood out most of all.

She stood on the landing of the Ballroom as the Chamberlain announced her presence to the throng. “Doctor Rashae Lovous, Minister of Science of the Confederacy of Independent systems, Viscount of House Lovous of Alderaan.” The booming voice would echo as the lithe lady gracefully made down the stairs effortlessly without looking down. She held her chin up with pride and elegance unweighted it seemed with those titles. There would be a smile that was soft but guarded, cautious as she inclined her head to those that she passed. She glittered like the jewel she intended to be.

Those eyes looked for details as she scanned the crowd in her descent. A bit of her dress in her right hand lifted up so she could take steps. The hand was presented for a gentleman to kiss it as she greeted dignitaries. A polite and cultured voice and manner was imparted to greet the ladies with grace and diplomacy. A glass of champagne would find her hand at some point as she sipped delicately. On her wrists where bracelets that held precious arkanian stones with it. Going through weapons check the expensive bracelets would not show up. Just in case she was in need of personal protection since she was unescorted, she at least could stab someone.

Those ice blue eyes would scan the crowd still trying to spot those she recognized. Some she had seen only fleetingly in meetings. The graceful lady would walk slowly towards the middle listening to the various conversations as she did. That walk of hers would be a slow sensual figure eight that glided along as she closed the distance. “Hello” Came the velvet contralto of the raven haired beauty.

The fashion of the season!!

The bling

Rashae's hair




The sheek protection

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/110960-rashaekal-rashae-blades/

The Dress

Cant forget the back

 

[Shran]

Location: Ballroom
Tags: [member="Rashae"]

Shran took a sip of his drink, watching the minister of science enter. He was impressed by her elegance and, admittedly, gorgeous looks. Human woman were not a preference of his. He was more interested in fellow Chiss but this woman has an aura about her that intrigued Shran. As he sipped his drink, he decided that this was as good a time as any to dive into the sea of politicians. The former soldier in him hated every second of this place, but the Nuruodo in him hungered for it. Shran put on his best smile as he approached the science minister, extending his right hand out to her. "Minister Lovous, is it? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Minister Shran of the Imperial Confederation. I oversee the Empire's defense department. Pleasure to meet you." He offered in a gentle voice.

 

[Rashae]

Location: Ballroom
Tags: [member="Shran "]

There was a graceful turn of the Minister's head then the neck and body followed suit in one fluid motion. Those ice blue orbs would look into those disturbing red eyes with a piercing and fearless quality. The dainty hand that went into the chis's own was as well manicured as the rest of her. She allowed him to kiss her hand before pulling it back with the same graceful fluidity.

"It is indeed a pleasure Minister Shran." With the slight half nod from the cocked side. "The galaxy is in no hurry to be short on conflict so i am sure your Ministry is busy. " Came the velvet words with a bit of an 'impish' smile. There were multiple facets to the creature before the Minister of Defense.

 

[Shran]

Location: Ballroom
Tags: [member="Rashae"]

"Indeed we are. It's not easy trying to make sure the Galaxy doesn't fall apart." Shran smiled at his own remark. The importance of his work was not a fact that was lost on him. Serving in the Imperial Cabinet was an honor that few non-humans would ever achieve. Mere seconds later, a more serious expression came across Shran's face, "However, I would like to extend my deepest sympathies on behalf of the Empire regarding the attack at Kuat. I promise you that my people will offer any assistance needed in bringing the Republic to justice. But that's enough about me. Tell me, what's such a charming woman such as yourself doing in a room full a vipers like these? Surely the dirty business of politics is beneath someone of your elegance." Shran took a moment to dismiss his guards, sending them away before turning his attention back to the Science Minister. She was far more intriguing up close and if Shran didn't know better, he might have just gotten lost in those piercing blue eyes.

 

[Rashae]

Location: Ballroom
Tag: [member="Shran "]


Urbane Manners went a long way with the Minister of Science. There was a soft chuckle from the raven haired beauty. "You would think Science would fall apart in times of peace with mercurial divas of the makers of war. " her eyebrow arched with the delicate loads of satire within those words. "Alas, Science is well employed. "

She would tilt her head up to look at those red eyes. The cultured way he spoke told Rashae he was not a novice in the political arena much less the arena of charm. She found herself liking his charm though she was quite a bit cautious. "You are most kind,Minister Shran. We will manage. I lost a number of scientists that will be most difficult to replace. You don"t find a fusion scientist around the corner. " There came the sigh at that endeavor. A lot of people forget how much science went into all those toys people liked to use to do war upon each other. Though despite this was a venture towards peace, there will always be someone wanting something from someone else. Always. "Same as you, Diplomacy. " Said the scientist. Though she rather be in her lab. "The ministry position is as much a political position as is a practical one. " She herself oversees the genetic division of the sciences that is under her wings. Why? Because that is her specialty. As is good medical administration of a population.

The lady in white required excellence out of who work for her especially directly for her. Mistakes happen, but don't make the same mistake twice. Those piercing blue eyes looked at the Chiss as a pregnant minute passed with the languished sip of champagne. "I hear the pirates are starting to be an issue again. " She said keeping her topics neutral. He had her curious though. Chiss were often difficult to talk to as they consider themselves better than everyone else. Rashae was an enigma of a human as she did not fit the typical parameters of a human. Besides that she was not entirely all human. Rashae would smell quite inviting. There was something in her light perfume it seemed.

 

[Shran]

Location: Ballroom
Tags: [member="Rashae"]

The minister smiled at her words. Over his years as a politician, he found that in an environment where being a different color than the majority species was in itself enough to put you on thin ice, it was best to adopt a more humble approach to delicate functions such as these. Even more so when the subject of death, particularly of someone valuable or loved was at hand. After taking another sip of his drink, Shran nodded as he said, "Fair enough. I suppose a minister is still, well... a minister. Regarding the pirate issue, I will say they are certainly a thorn in our side but nothing more." Shran's eyes continued to meet Rashae's, only glancing away briefly to do a cursory look around the room. "One might think that a Defense Minister simply meets with military leadership all day an all that nonsense. While they wouldn't be entirely wrong, they forget that military isn't always about big ships and bigger armies. It can be as simple as immigration enforcement."

The slight hints of a perfume like aroma had been floating around Shran's general area for quite some time now. He had come to the conclusion that it was yet another inciting feature of Rashae's. In another life, or at least another setting, Shran might be very concerned about this whole encounter. He had yet to find a single flaw on this woman, and it was certainly not for lack of trying. "Ma'am, might I offer you something to eat? Perhaps we can find a table and continue this discussion over a nice meal."

 

[Rashae]

Location: Ballroom
Tag: [member="Shran "]


Rashae was raised in the arena of diplomacy and politics. Though for the most part she was expected to be something to pawn off for more advantage through marriage, she learned a great deal. Her eye for politics was good as her own responses tended to be more truth than diversionary.

"well i usually find my own way of security of the ministry of defense thinks that my needs are not important. One must be resourceful as a Minister. " She took a gentle sip of her champagne. Each response she gauged and thought about before speaking. Each of his responses was regarded with a care. It could be said there had been a clash or two between her ministry and the ministry of defense. She didn't look that ruffled about it either.

"It is amazing how such seemingly minor things take up so much of one's time. " that polite smile never left her pretty face. The scent continued to swirl in around her area as he asked her to dinner.

"That would be lovely. " If offered she would put her hand upon her forearm to be lead away to a table for something to eat. She would not hurry her step for him as she fully expected for him to slow for her. The woman had exact expectations of a gentleman.

 

[Shran]

Location: Ballroom/Dining Hall
Tags:[member="Rashae"]

Shran smiled as he extended his arm, allowing the Science Minister to hold onto him. "I would beg to differ, your work sounds very important. Without people like you, we wouldn't have things to power our ships. We wouldn't have things to power our weapons and weapons, my dear, are what keep me employed. So I would hope that any military mind would see the the importance of your work. Though I guess I can't fault them for being blinded by your beauty."

The two eventually made their way over to the dining hall where a large table full of food. Once they made it to the buffet table, Shran allowed Rashae to take her arm back. He picked up a plate before handing it to her then picked up one for himself. He began to fill his plate, first with some kind of blue crustacean and then some herbs and vegetables.

 

[Malok]

Tag: [member="Runi Verin"] | Open​

Wearing: Something Presidential?​

Politics were a far easier battlefield.

There were plenty who had managed to dabble within the worlds of warfare and politics. Plenty more still who had emerged with a totally opposing view than the one maintained by the Vicelord. Most warriors who had the "pleasure" of dabbling with the exchange of honied words and grasps at power much preferred explosions. To them, firing upon an enemy position was far easier and far more comfortable than navigating the labyrinth of social etiquettes. Yet, for the Sith, he had a far contrary view. Politics were, at least for Darth Metus, far easier to survive than a Star Destroyer to the face. Literally. In fact, in accordance with his role, the most that he would be exposed to were a few angsty constituants at the end of his term. In war, he had to worry about liberating those he cared about from the jaws of death, whilst also laying low the enemy.

Perhaps that was the crux of it all. In politics, Darth Metus did not have to worry about protecting those he cared for. When it came to translating two-faced natures or reading between the lines, he only had to worry about ambition ran rampant. But his children? His siblings? His apprentices? They would be safe from the retaliatory bill to cut taxes next quarter. They would be wholly and truly safe. And, for the moment, Darth Metus would revel in the safety they could enjoy. For one night, at least, they could look back and say all the blood and sweat they shed over the past several months had not been in vein. Several worlds had been liberated from otherwise corrupt or vicious hands. And now, amidst music, drink, and good company, they had a chance to leave those worlds in a far better position.

Thus, optimism colored the Vicelord's thoughts as he arrived for the evening's festivities. A private shuttle docked with the Congress whilst the man browsed a datapad. "Anyone else vital on the guest list?" he inquired, making a last minute check-in with the protocol droid driving the vessel. "Aside from those we went over sir, expect representatives from Kuat Drive Yards." His brow raised for a moment as he left the datapad behind, rising to button his suit's jacket. "Not the Senator, though?" "Not that I have seen sir. But the night is yet young." The Sith paused in midstride, adjusting his tie momentarily. "Who's running the show nowadays? The Kuat family?"

"No sir, your family." The quip was in reference to [member="Runi Verin"], the new CEO of KDY. And estranged daughter of the Vicelord.

Pride colored his smile as he disembarked and entered the "fray" that was the Gala. There was much in the way of handshakes, nods, and shuttering camera that the man had to wade through before finally arriving in the ballroom proper. And, after navigating such a minefield, Darth Metus procured for himself a champagne flute off of one of the numerous trays going about. The beverage was promptly raised to his lips before he set about orbiting the floor, seeking out the tattooed visage of the young woman he hadn't seen since...what, Hoth?

 

[Kyyrk]

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

Voph grimaced and stiffened under the woman's touch. It wasn't immediately clear if this was his distaste of being touched, or if the scars still pained him. Oh well. He knew it was coming. "Fate caught up with me, it would seem." He drew a hand across his cheek as Prennis released him, gently caressing the wound, a dim blue glow coming from a band around one of his fingers. "There was an attempt on Exarch Talon's life. She had been seeking a peaceful solution to the...hostilities between the Confederacy and the New Republic. I was there as her bodyguard." He smiled grimly, turning to gesture to a waiter to bring him a drink. "Bomb went off before we realized what was happening. I sacrificed my own well being to protect her." He shrugged, turning back to Prenn. "Course, without the armor it would have been much worse. Not much left of it, but it kept me alive. Mostly."

"But, try as I might, I find myself in good health. Healing wounds aside, of course. And mountains upon mountains of paperwork. Always seems to intensify after a wound. Probably because they know I can't run." Voph smirked at his quip, focusing his attention back on Prennis. His brow furrowed as he studied her face. "Things have been busy since our last meeting. I've been deployed to the western regions to help bring stability to the ruins of the First Order. Not been easy, but..." Voph shrugged as he took a sip of the drink he'd just been handed. "I've been busy. Let's just leave it at that." Voph lapsed into silence for a moment, his thoughts clearly elsewhere, and his mood seeming to darken for a moment, before he returned to his senses, and looked back at Prennis. "But what brings you to the realm of the Confederacy, Miss Keeoli? In need of another break from your studies? Certainly a better choice than that dive we first met in..."

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

​

Location: Some Hidden alcove in the garden​

Equipment: Full Beskar'gam, and fully armed and operational​

Objectives: Avoid people and browse the holonet​

No matter how much responsibility she took on, every time these events came up, Allya came decked up in her beskar'gam, and was generally found outside, away from the food, the noise, and the people. Frankly, the teenager was very social: When around people she was comfortable with. But countless assassination attempts throughout her life had made it difficult to relax when around a lot of people like this. Nor could she trust the food or drink. It was a lesson learned hard, and nearly at the cost of her life over and over.

Deep in the garden, lost in thought, the girl reached a gloved hand to touch the plants, and spent time just admiring them. Her brain went to wanting to raise some on her ship. She had a green house just for this purpose. Okay, it was actually so she could breed genetically engineered plants, and attempt to figure out new uses for them, but that was besides the point. Far away from the noise, she sat on a bench. The Mandalorian teen just tried to relax as best a possible.

Admittedly, she wanted to be as far from here as she could be. Back in the arms of her lover, onboard her ship training, surrounded by her beloved clone troopers and Dauntless commandos, in the middle of some duel of fate, where death was just around the corner for her. Yeah, any one of those would be much better than here. Politics, power, wealth, authority, fancy drinks, beautiful dresses, expensive jewlery. Not her thing. Give her overalls, let her get covered in grease from working on new armor, weapons, ships, droids or, perhaps dirt from crawling through mud filled trenches, or maybe sweat from having worked out heavily, or a quiet library surrounded by books. Those were amazing times! Or cookies. Cookies would have been nice.

Still, she said she would come, and so she did. But now that she was here, she was probably going to use the advanced components of her suit to do the only thing she could do! Browse the holoweb.

 

[Ashara Evanaris]

The Confederacy! What were the odds Ashara would be at a gala celebrating its victory. Since she was once apart of the Jen'Ari a highly respected queen of Draika, a Governor of her own planet. Now in exile the Red sith Twi'lek had lost everything, her own apprentice was now masterless after Jen'Ari collapse.Ashara was now even more at war with herself.


Over the past few months she had been hiding herself in her studies, secluded learning what ever she could about the mysterious and mysticism of the force and it's dark arts. She was not open to the mere Idea of socializing with someone else's fears when she only saw her own defeats. Filled with anger and conflict over her loss something had driven her across the Galaxy to this celebration.


Ashara once was a human women, but was always a Sith first and foremost, but once she was in the Jen'Ari empire she chose to undergo a procedure that would probably would have killed her. She was the product of an experiment through sith Alchemy that destroyed her human body and transformed her into what she is now. Still even now she can feel certain parts that are no longer there. She used to have a nervous twitch which she would run her fingers through her hair, and it's just a phantom feeling. One she had not yet grown used too.Still till this day she has no regrets over her decision.


While in the Jen'Ari CIS was off limits unless you wanted an instant war, and now she was smack dab in the middle of it. Ashara had yet to find her place in all of this, and her inner turmoil wasnt making it any easier. At least she had one person with her she could rely on.Joran who she had at first enslaved, and until recently gave him is freedom. She was shocked when he had sworn his unyielding loyalty to her. Joran never left her side, she could feel he was secretly in love with her. It was only fitting he would accompany her.


The gala had already started when the both of them had entered the ball room, she was hoping she was not well known in the Galaxy and they could go unnoticed.Ashara had the feeling this was a mere false hope. Ashara had asked Joran to go and mingle for a bit, she wanted a drink at the bar and calm her nerves. Apparently she didn't have to wait long, a server had already stopped and served her one. Taking the drink of course. Pulling back the jet black hood of her robes revealing who she was walked across the ballroom floor. She could feel the intensity of certain individuals staring at her while she walked. The outcome of the evening has yet to be seen.

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

Aoife's eyes narrowed as the witch before her took another deep inhale. The Archivist's hands curled into fists. It was often said that the Archivists were the non-combatants of the Knights Obsidian. And while that was generally true, Aoife was sufficiently trained to be able to take the Dathomiri down if it came to that, and as the woman dragged from her stick, Aoife was also very willing.

The woman then put the stick out in… The water vase? Aoife shook her head and grabbed the vase. Did the witch have no basic decency to those around her? It was a formal event. How could they expect patrons of the ball to donate thousands and millions while there were stick buds floating around in the decoration? It was unseemly.

"Enjoy the evening," Aoife said dryly, and left the table to find a place where she could dispose of the vase and get it away from rich people's eyes.

It was a few minutes later that Aoife first caught the movement from the corner of her eye. While she was not near enough to actually hear the conversation, she knew perfectly well what hat wave of the hand could mean, and saw the reactions of an otherwise perfectly trained waiter. Whatever it precisely was, it couldn't really be good. On top of that was thematter of the pill popping.

Aoife sighed. Guard duty had turned to babysitting duty. At least this time the patron seemed to at least want to try to keep it discreet. There was nothing about the lizard woman's behavior to make her threaten to kick her out, but a pair of eyes were clearly needed.

Keeping her gaze neutral, the Archivist approached [member="Ahron Rol"].

"Ma'am," she said carefully. Trained or not, she would prefer not to cause a scene, "Are you all right? Do you require any assistance?" Quietly, Aoife hoped that the lizard female would simply hand her weapons over and the rest of the night would go smoothly. However, she had a bad feeling about it.