Floating Peace

[Ahron Rol]

Ahron sighed at Thedra's response. "Well then why are we out here," She sighed, resting her horns against the tree. She tapped her leg slowly. She looked at [member="Thedra'Vazuum"] carefully, before looking back up at the sky. "I mean, I came out here because I was getting tired of the people inside. I brought you along because I thought you wanted to do the same. Usually you relax when you have no reason to look proper, if you care about such things, but you don't seem to be the type to just sit down and do nothing," She grumbled. "Admittedly, I'm not exactly looking for any strenuous physical activity. I'm too old for such things if I can be honest with you," She added, letting out another deep sigh. "Well, don't hold me accountable for you not enjoying the party. Do what you so desire," She said simply.

 

[Zef Halo]

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

Quintus swore Kent's comments reminded him of the bold tongue his own father's financial adviser possessed. Rather than blessed with a sharp blade as every other Thyrsian, Darien seemed to be blessed with a sharper mind and the noble relished that fact.

"Madame Executive." A respectful nod given to the eccentric CEO of KDY. A small smirk at her outfit but no further comment did he add to it. His attention shifted to the Viceroy.

"Lord Viceroy, I echo Mr. Kent's earnest appreciations to the Confederacy efforts of restoring the damages Kuat had sustained and more." Unlike other politicians, Quintus liked to speak a bit more directly than usually. Kuat had become the unnecessary collateral damage in a vendetta war the Confederacy had led against the weak New Republic. Quintus appreciated the fact that the New Republic was eliminated from Kuat but would not take it at the cost of another colonist. No matter how greater than the Republic it was.

Kuat was no Geonosis.

Tradition of independence and power was not built in a day.

"Kuat welcomes the opportunity of forging mutually beneficial relationships between us and the Confederacy. Perhaps, the Madame Executive has mentioned to you her extraordinary efforts in restoring the infamous Drive Yards?"

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

LOCATION: Ballroom
TAGS: [member="Talon Rahl"]
OBJECTIVE: Waffles
MUSIC PLAYING: the Tango



As a reply from the woman she spoke to went ignored, Pom noticed one man round the pillars of the Ballroom who she would not ignore herself, nor, she figured, would she be ignored by. They had spent some time together, when the force -he claims- lead her to him with intent to lend him aid. In Pom’s eyes it was the spirit world which lead her to him.

With [member="Talon Rahl"] she locked eyes and mysteriously the Tango began to be played by the band. Pom’s eyes narrowed with mischief and she rendered him a lascivious smirk. She downed another champagne without missing a breath. The Sorceress slinked over towards him, not wavering in her gaze. Her desire read prominent in her body language. Pomsty wants to dance.

She drew close to him and raised her lips to his while her hands searched for his to lace their fingers firmly together as she slowly drew her bodice against him. Without haste her hips began to sway and her feet took over. Everything, all the chatter, along with the presence of everyone else faded to naught. She found much pleasure in him, seized by the music of the Tango.

 

[Talon Rahl]

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
Talon wondered if Pom would have entertained the thought of joining in the festivities. The Dark knight thought twice about drinking this evening and Was sipping a short scotch, shaken not stirred. Well than he watched her from afar her gaze locked with his, the one who helped him gain partial points of his memory. He called out with the force and It was pom who who had answered.


Apparently he had little choice in the matter, fingers laced hand in hand, the music changed from a soft melancholy to an upbeat tempo. The moment stood still, with no care in the world of who else was in the room.


“Aye My dear, we meet again” The music took over flowing through the both of them as the music took over. He cared little if anyone was in the way, He lead her through an array of people. He may have been off beat once or twice missing her toes.

Whispering in her ear"At least l didn't profess to be a marvelous dancer” Then He pulled her closer for the climatic dip and slowly drew her t him.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

LOCATION: Ballroom
TAGS: [member="Talon Rahl"]





Turn...bodies fused together...arms extended, an abrupt turn of her head and her hair cascades over his arm.

”I have to be transparent with you, Talon, I am so glad to see someone I know. I have no idea what to do at this sort of function.”

Her body glued to his in whatever moves he lead. A mild fumble, “Suave,” she said with a smile, having no preconceived expectations about his agility.

The famous Tango dip...

After all the drinks she had in just the last few minutes before his arrival, the spicy dip [member="Talon Rahl"] just gave her causes the pale young woman to blush, her body supple as he draws her up to him again. She needed to grip hold of his shoulders firmly till she found her footing again.

The music stopped and the band immediately started a new number. Pomsty stood looking at Talon, ”You know, I believe you have probably done that dance before.” She remembers exactly who she learned the forbidden dance from, one of Dathomir’s Nightbrothers.

 

[Djonas Vile]

The Ballroom


Djonas arrived, as fashionably late as he could before missing out on the entire event. Recent duties kept him from many of the Confederacy's events and it caused him to grow a bit salty, however he did not allow it to pull him from his duties. For some events, like this one, he managed to make time for himself to enjoy some good old fashioned socializing and partying. In actuality, this ball was a part of his duties as an Adjudicator so, even while wearing a finely tailored suit and drinking and dancing the night away, he was still on duty. He was proud to be part of an event with the goal of bettering the Confederacy's worlds and healing the wounds of war on hundreds of worlds. It was why he became an Adjudicator. He wanted to repent for his past sins by aiding the innocent. It was hard work and, at times, a bit overwhelming, but he continued his work with great commitment.

Djonas walked into the ballroom, weaving through the thick crowd of people having conversations and drinking with one another while others were dancing the night away. As Djonas shifted his eyes across the room, many attractive faces caught his attention, however one cause him to stop in his tracks and change the direction he was walking. His eyes locked onto Executor Alwine Lechner, the beauty from Stewjon he had met not long ago. It was the first familiar face he spotted in a sea of mysterious ones. He slowly began his approach to her. Before getting to his destination, he took two champagne glasses from a tray a waiter held above his shoulder. The contents of the glasses was unknown to him, but he was sure the sweet smell meant it would be something pretty good. Then again, even chit can smell sweet if you mask it in fragrance.

"Executor. It is a pleasure to see you once again. How are you?"

[member="Alwine Lechner"]​

 

[Talon Rahl]

The two of them claimed the floor as their own while the music played, moving in unison to the sound of music flawlessly. Every step danced to flow of the music as the two soared across the floor, Talon smiled as the vixen blushed before him.”As do I” He whispered to her. “Just pretend we are the only ones in the room.”

Talon had grown up attending functions as these, so stay this wasn’t out of the norm for him. Although this time around was completely different; all the other occasions served a purpose for him. Here and now he had only known one person and he had the luxury to save a dance for her. “Mabe once or twice”Talon responded to the dance they had just shared. “Perhaps a drink in the garden than.” After a short pause and a smile. “Only If that makes you feel more comfortable” He politely asked.
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[(Just) Duncan]

Objective: Loom (with amusement)
Location: Ballroom
Nearby: [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Quintus Kuat"] [member="Daerian Kent"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Darth Metus"]

Beneath the helmet, Kirat smiled.

Honestly, there wasn't much for her to do. She was here for show. Different kind of show than fancy dress. Honestly? She was entirely certainly they were wasting her fee tonight. Not that someone couldn't be in danger at a thing like this, but that if someone WAS there were bigger fish and dedicated people to take care of it. The only exception would be if the KDY delegation were at risk from their hosts and there wasn't a single trace of that in any aspect of the scene around her. Possible? Certainly. In other circumstances. Here is was just paranoia. A lot of folks in her line of work thrived on a healthy dose of it, but that was the key. Healthy dose. Too much and you burned out, always thinking three different versions of any potential moment. Doable in the short term, but in the long run that led to a lack of any potential to accurately assess a situation.

She hadn't been expecting to be introduced at all. He could see it, but Kirat arched her eyebrows at Kent behind the mask. Who introduced their body guards?

Strange one.

Then, they all were.

Just an incline of her head when he did. They had no interest in socializing with her, and that was not only fine but expected.

Also rather a relief.

The conversation was boring.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Ballroom veranda
Wearing: Dress
Tags: [member="Djonas Vile"]

Alwine had been leaning against the veranda quietly as she watched the evening. To others, it seemed as though she was one of the invisible ones of the evening; thus far none had approached her or started a conversation with her, though there had been a few waves. Still, it did not bother her. Alwine had never needed much in terms of socializing when she knew all was well, and the only actual friend she would have chosen to spend some of the evening with had chosen not to attend.

There was something calming about watching the sea of dances from where she stood. Never once in her life had she thought she could one day become one of those dancers – and tonight, she most definitely would not be. But perhaps… Yes. She could ask her brothers to teach her, so that next time she would be able to participate. A small smile appeared on her lips. Whatever her other grievances were, Alwine was content for the evening.

And surprised.

"Adjudicator Vile," she replied as the man appeared out of seemingly nowhere, with two glasses of something that smelled sweet in his hands. "Are you about to offer me schutta slurp?" she asked with unveiled surprise.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Location: Gardens
Tag: [member="Talon Rahl"]


Definitely another drink! She can feel herself beginning to sober up. Instead of show it, she shrugs and simply smiles agreeably.

Pom isn't really the type to enjoy the gardens like is expected of a typical woman. Instead of enjoying the abundant plantlife for its splendor, the smells just guide her to Potion ingredients. Worst is, it likely will not be approved, should she delve into the foliage and gather ingredients she knows to be magical. The people just will not understand her. She has no idea how to simply enjoy time.

She followed his lead out of the ballroom and her eyes darted about at first, as there are ten plants with magical properties just within the entryway! She would have realized more, had she one hundred percent of her whits about her. This type of thing is her livelihood. It is a field of money. How terrible she must keep walking! She would tear up everything and utilize it....not stare at it!

"I don't understand this...culture. I don't know how people can take so much time to tend their gardens, and not utilize them at all. It's wasteful. They cut them and place them on tables! Do they honestly have no idea what they have here?"

 

[Djonas Vile]

Ballroom Veranda
With: [member="Alwine Lechner"]


"Schutta slurp?" Djonas asked. He had never heard that term used before but he figured it wasn't something good. Or was it? "No, no, no. It's uh..." Djonas gave the drink a whiff. "I believe it's black ale. I can find something else if you would like?" Djonas began looking around for other servers and taking a quick inventory on what was being served. Some drinks he could recognize from his selection at Bittie Land. Others were a bit obscure to him due to their common appearances.

 

[Talon Rahl]

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
Location:Garden

The Dark knight could sense her reluctance to follow his lead, he thought perhaps Pom would feel more comfortable unfortunately he had judged the situation poorly. Quickly surveying Talon raised a hand, and a serving droid attended the Sorceress.

Talon listened intently, as she described her point of view about gardens and how she felt they should best utilized. While he understood her point, he was careful to explain another side of such things. “You very well may be right, I’m not disputing by no means, some people as here simply enjoy the beauty of it as well.” After some thought on the mater.”Well I have no Idea, most people have no Idea how to cultivate and its purpose. So they just indulge in the idea that its beauty gives them a sense of peace that their life has purpose, that there is more to life than being wrapped up in themselves. In the end I believe peace is fleeting, it only lasts for a time. It’s an allusion to think it will last.”

Talon stopped while he was speaking, at this point he noticed he was just babbling along. “How would you use these" Pointing to a flower arrangement in front of them.He was interested in hearing her point of view.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Ballroom veranda
Wearing: Dress
Tags: [member="Djonas Vile"]

Alwine's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she saw the man before her attempt to defend his choice of beverages for the evening, the corners of her mouth curling into a little wicked smile. Perhaps not on purpose, but Mr. Vile was being absolutely adorable in that moment.

"It was a term for a girly drink," she explained, hoping it would calm him down, though she still did her best not to burst into laughter. "You know, sweet and soft, with a blend of flavors to hide the fact that it includes liquor. Sometimes comes with a little umbrella?"

Eying the glass in his hands again, she observed it with some suspicion before taking it. "I do not know what black ale is, but I shall try it," Alwine said with a nod, "is this what you have for yourself as well?"

 

[Djonas Vile]

Ballroom veranda


Djoans couldn't help but laugh at himself briefly. "Those are the best kind of drinks, yeah? I don't really see 'em as girly, but I understand." He exhaled and was left with a smile on his face. "I highly suggest black ale at any kinda event where you just wanna get loose with little effort. You have the Vile guarantee." Djonas handed her her glass and clinked his glass against hers. "I have the same. It's how I start all my nights." Djonas waited for her to take some of her drink before drinking some of his.

"So, what brings you here, Executor? Starting to think you're following me to these events. I've experienced far too much to believe in coincidence, but just enough to believe in destiny."

[member="Alwine Lechner"]​

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Ballroom veranda
Wearing: Dress
Tags: [member="Djonas Vile"]

Chocolate brown eyes squinted as the man before her claimed those were the best drinks. Alwine had come from a culture that praised the truly manly drinks; mead and ale. And while they were considered manly, a man was not a man and a woman was not a woman if she could not drink it. It was a rite of passage back at home, in more ways than one.

An while she had indeed said she would try this thing called black ale, now that he described it as something to get loose, and added to that his guarantee… Alwine was suddenly not so sure anymore. A sip, she supposed, would not hurt. After all, even if something had indeed been slipped into it, her brother was nearby, as were many other members of the Knights Obsidian and the Confederacy. So in truth, she would be safe.

Raising the glass ever so slightly, the petite blonde gave it a taste. It was… All right, she supposed. Her face did not contort into a sour expression, and it slid down well enough. It still held nothing to Stewjoni mead. Perhaps she ought to inquire about importing it to the next Confederate event, so that she and her brother could properly enjoy it. After all, it was one of the very few things they had from home that they considered as good in any way.

"I am not following you," Alwine retorted then, obviously missing the banter and taking his words at face value, "this is a Confederate event, and for once it is one that I stand behind. Being here is my duty – and my pleasure."

Taking another sip from her drink, she returned her gaze to him, "and what is your excuse for attending? I have not seen you on any missions thus; surely an Adjudicator does more than attend social events?"

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

[member="Talon Rahl"]
Location: Gardens



She is being trained to observe people, and yet the basic social norms escape her. She wouldn’t even recognize if something she actually did went too far. Unless it’s trailing after a murderer, an enemy to the CIS, she has no clue about deducing a man’s feelings or his intentions. Pom is running away from a lover, to whom she has a long history. New romance happens to be the farthest thing from her mind. She just needs to cut loose and have some fun sometimes. On Dathomir, rituals and gatherings are a constant event. She is not accustomed to spending time alone, and she has done too much of it since enlisting in the KO. Maybe the Mandragora will pick up someday. If she has hurt Talon’s feelings by her actions, it was entirely unintentional on her part.

Talon listened to her gripe about the magical properties of these flowers being wasted, and then made an effort to ask about a certain type. Pom pursed her lips together and then drolly declared, “The properties of that is as an antioxidant tea. Tastes like pickles and bananas. Not useful for relaxation, moreso just aggravates you. Even stains your glass to taste like pickles and bananas a week later.” The thought did not even cross her mind that this can be exceptionally boring to most. Neither did she realize what a good sport he must be to put up with her.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Ballroom veranda

Yikes. Djonas could tell she was possibly offended by what he said. "My apologies, Executor. I did not mean to offend." He took a quick drink of the black ale, seemingly not affected by it's alcohol content.

The thyrsian quickly moved on to her next question. "In fact, an event such as this is part of what Adjudicators do, Executor. Giving back to the people who have experienced loss and disaster, providing aid to those who would otherwise perish, and ensuring that their future is safe and secure. That is why this fundraiser exists now. That is why I am here. To give back to the people of Kuat, Copero, and Zonmira."

[member="Alwine Lechner"]​

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Ballroom veranda
Wearing: Dress
Tags: [member="Djonas Vile"]

"But not Eshan?" Alwine asked with a chuckle. She had counted the planets he specified by name. And she knew which planets the Confederacy had been involved with. "I was there, when everything was said and done," she commented, "I saw the destruction wreathed on the planet by those who belong to the Mandalorian Empire. I tried to help them rebuild after the devastation."

And ultimately, Alwine hadn't the faintest clue about whether or not she'd made a difference. Certainly, she had used as much of her power as she could to grow some of the nature back. Give the planet its flora back, return the trees and grass and flowers. But what were flowers when entire families were wiped out in an instant? What help was a tree when medical supplies would be dwindling without the Confederacy's aid? She had no answers to that; no easy answers, under any circumstances.

"But what do Adjudicators do when such events are not happening?" she asked with genuine interest as she took another sip from the black ale which by now was beginning to somewhat grow on her, although her chest remained mysteriously void of any hairs, "surely taking care of the Confederacy's social life is not your only responsibility?"

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Wearing: Blue Tuxedo​

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With: [member="Calixte Diantha"]​

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At: The Grand Ballroom​

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[SIZE=11pt]Joy of the Confident[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]The Minister watched as the woman approached him, her glass still empty. His smile continued, he leaned more casual-like, folding his arms.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Ah, so you know my name? Well, I thank you for your compliment, it's not often I attend parties, the last one I went to ended with a hairless Wookie, and a very hairy Trandoshan. And no, you don't want to hear the story. But I thank you anyway, I bought this tuxedo for the occasion. And whether or not you can assist me is entirely up to you, I just noticed you were without any drink in your glass. A true crime for a pretty young lady in a party so extravagant, when it is still but beginning!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Minister stood, watching and examining her reaction carefully. Still smiling, but his smile switched to a more friendly, warm, and inviting one. He waved a waitress carrying a platter of treats over. He then pulled out something like fifty credits. He held them in his hand, waiting for the waitress to approach.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Now, it is but my duty as a gentleman to rectify trivial mistakes such as these, as such, allow me to buy you a few drinks. And no, you can not possibly change my mind."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]When the waitress came over, he looked over, and handed her the credits, taking a complimentary scone from the platter. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]"I want you to refill this fine young lady's glass at her every request with whatever she desires."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The waitress smiled, and nodded, understanding the War-Hero's request perfectly. She then looked over at Ms Diantha, offering her a complimentary pastry, or sweet, or chocolate even. She then headed off to fetch her a top-up on her drink. Then, in perfect timing, a donation collector came over, and asked if either of the two would donate but a credit to the worlds ravaged by the Confederacy's liberation. In response, the Minister reached into his blaiser, and retrieved his pre-written check, topped off with five pieces of metal, each a credit worth a thousand of it's more common variants. The Minister handed these into the care of the donation collector.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]"A cheque for two billion credits, that should cover a small percentage of your goal tonight, I believe. You can never have too high a goal, after all, especially when you seek to rebuild Kuat's rings, and rebuild Zonmira, a fallen capital of the Jen'ari, and provide salvation to their Chiss allies, caught in the crossfire. Those credits should also provide a down payment to prove my seriousness."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]He offered a smile, then waved another waiter over, carrying a glass of brandy that he had ordered earlier, before he had been graced with such fine, young company on such a glorious evening. He gave the another credit, covering the cost of the expensive drink. He raised the glass to his lips, and tilted his head back ever so slightly, sipping on the fine beverage, then leaned his head forward again, the burning first taste of alcohol that day settling in his gut, warming him. He then turned back to his company, and smiled warmer than before.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]"Ah, I do not believe I ever got your name, Miss? But aside from that, what brings you to such a fine party on such a fine day as this?"[/SIZE]

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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The Ballroom, Congress of Confederate States, Neutral Space​

Attn: [member="Srina Talon"]​

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As Aryn felt Srina slip away from his hand as she move to protest his offered assistance, instinct prompted him to close the distance once more, but he fought the urge this time, his gaze lingering on her own as she spoke. Aryn had felt her anger, and he could not blame her for it. So many times he had been injured ensuring that Srina would be safe when the Confederacy had gone to war, and countless other times danger had surrounded the two of them. He knew the pain and worry it put her through, the fear and doubt that ran through her mind every time he ended up in a bacta tank or a hospital bed. He knew it all too well because he had felt it too.

The Confederate assault on Tatooine, when the world had still been under the control of the Galactic Empire was long in the past. The Great Galactic War had been at its height and the bond he shared with Srina had ensured he was alongside the Confederate armies when the battle occurred. In that same battle, it had been Srina who was gravely injured, it had been her who was confined to a bacta tank in the aftermath, almost-mortally injured by the same man who was now one of her closest friends, and her fellow Exarch.

It had been seeing the aftermath, seeing how close to death Srina had come, and knowing he had been unable to help her or prevent the injury which had shattered Aryn at the time. He had sworn in the wake of Tatooine that he would never allow her to come to such harm again, and he had kept that promise to himself thus far, even though the toll it had exacted upon himself was significant. Perhaps in a way, it was selfish for Aryn to insist upon keeping her out of harm's way by placing himself in it time and time again, but he had come to rely on her far too much, to lose her would have destroyed him.

"We both should be." He spoke softly in response to her comment, indeed under normal circumstances there was no way he would have been standing by now. Certainly, under normal circumstances he would not be walking around at all for the foreseeable future, but the nanites coursing through his veins had already done the work that all the rest in the galaxy would have done for him. For Aryn, there were no physical pains left from Kuat, only those of the mind left to conquer.

Gently he turned and settled his glass upon a nearby table, the thoughts that had run through his mind already did a better job of stifling any thirst than any amount of drink would do. His hands slipped downward into his pockets, and his gaze shifted to the viewport and out into the stars beyond. There was so much to ponder, to consider and discuss. Aryn had kept Srina safe physically, certainly, but he had caused her the pain of time and time again seeing his own suffering, of being unable to prevent his agony.

He pulled his right hand out, his eyes turning down to look over the softly shifting glow of blue running through his veins. They were scars to him, reminders of no the injuries which had necessitated such a significant alteration, but reminders of who else he had hurt in receiving them. A tear splashed against his open palm, and he clutched into a fist. "What have I done..?"