Floating Peace

[Talon Rahl]

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

It had had been some time since Talon and any sort of interaction with people since he had awaken from his force coma. For the first time in awhile he could forget his little dilemma which is kind of funny because his sole intention was to spark some sort of memory. As the evening progressed all he wanted was just to enjoy the moment.

Besides he was able to learn something new and engage in conversation with Pom. The idea of cultivating plants for different uses was new to him.Talon listened intently as she described different properties, he smiled jokingly.
“Well at least Its not poisonous, Probably wouldn’t look so well If the confederacy dropped dead.” He was at peace knowing he could share in some one else’s company.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

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



Pom smiles at his reply. “Not by themselves these are not! It is the plants that people most commonly are allergic to, which when required, are key to the most volatile potions.”

The waitstaff passed again with a tray of drinks hoisted high over a shoulder. This selection she grabbed as they did not stop but passed by, happened to be far stronger than champagne...perhaps some party’s direct order! One gulp of the concoction caused her head to spin anew! She smiled at Talon and handed it to him to share.

She heard the giggles of a woman ring out from the garden. She could not tell if they came from within the bushes or just beyond them! The young witch made a face that read her amusement and she took Talon’s arm to move on down a different path which lead to a hidden alcove. There she looked up at the stars for a moment which shone down through the overhead view-screen of the floating space station.

Light hit a lily just right, and it caught her attention next. Still holding onto Talon’s arm she leaned over the flower to catch its scent. ”Now this one...a Dathomiri would die to cultivate. Literally that is. On my planet they are known to grow only among the opening to a fire serpent pit.” She examined it closely. ”Isn’t it stunning?” referring to its rarity and quality, rather than its unique physical beauty.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Ballroom veranda


Djonas attempted to hold back a groan of disgust when she mentioned the home of the Echani. "Eshan is a ... complicated matter. Due to my particular bias, I am not permitted to assist with helping Eshan." Djonas was referring to the troubled and bloody history between Eshan and Thyrsus. He, personally, fought some of those battles. Killed hundreds of Echani, he did. He'd do it all again in a heartbeat. All of it.

"Anyway, back to the present. When we are not showing our support at these charity events, we typically go from planet to planet, cataloging their needs. Shelter, foodstuffs, medicine, whatever they could possibly need to live happily and comfortably. Once we have that, we take that back to our headquarters and begin planning our next move. From there, we gather the resources we need then bring aid to the people. It's a simple life, but a very gratifying one." The thyrsian replied before taking his last bit of black ale. Djonas did not know he was tending to anyone's social life besides his own. He only did what he felt was right. Representing the Adjudicators at events such as these was one of those things as he was one of the more charismatic ones of his ilk.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]​

 

[Alwine Daye]

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

Alwine said nothing as Vile said Eshan was a complicated matter. What was there for her to say? She greed; it was complicated. So many things had happened with the Confederacy's invasion of it that Alwine could not stand by, could not claim to support. Yet to speak against it would potentially be dangerous. She did not take her place within the Confederacy for granted, and knew there were things that could earn one an execution or a banishment. She was not about to play with it to find out if disagreeing against the Viceroyalty's decision would earn her either, or something else. Either way, it was not what the man next to her was referring to, as he said back to present which meant… Never mind. Alwine let it go and took another sip from her ale.

Cataloging needs… To that, the petite blonde could only shake her head. The hierarchy and separation into subgroups of the Knights Obsidian was in place before she and her eldest brother had been released from the clutches of Stewjon and brought into the Confederacy. "You never came to Stewjon, did you?" she asked, remembering now that he'd asked about it the previous time they had met, and had known nothing about it, "Stewjon could have used such people. Instead it was left to fester within itself, abandoned by the very Confederacy that would claim to be its savior."

Her little fingers wrapped around the ale glass; strong enough for knuckles to turn white, yet not enough to shatter it. Yet.

"How do you choose which planets to go to?" she asked, "do you rely only on what their viceroys tell you or do you actually go and see the peasants of the planets yourselves?"

 

[Djonas Vile]

Ballroom Veranda


Djonas sighed in defeat. "No. I personally have not gone to Stewjon myself. However, I cannot speak for other Adjudicators. Most of the time we go on missions alone due to our small numbers." Djonas replied. The Adjudicators were truly a small group. Most of the Force Users chose the path of Executor or Pathfinder. All much different from the Adjudicator. Both were paths Djonas walked before. Not in name, but in concept. He left those ways in the past, though.

Djonas turned his attention to her next question. "The Viceroys give us suggestions, yes. However, we choose which planets truly need our aid, ourselves. Dominus Prime also has a hand in decided where we go, but, mostly, he allows us to make our own decisions. We are adults, after all. Most of us." Djonas chuckled lightly. "Another reason why we go alone on most of our missions is due to the fact that some of us have conflicting conclusions on what we believe a planet truly needs. Most of the time, we come to an agreement everyone is satisfied with, but some of us believe that only their way is the way that works. I, personally, advocate for cohesion among ourselves. Only together can we truly secure a better future for our people."

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[member="Alwine Lechner"]​

 

[Yula Perl]

Sitting was boring, and strolling was almost as boring. But the gardens were pretty, and that was more than enough for Yula right now. Despite her people’s knack for conversation, the Zeltron hybrid had been socially exhausted during her earlier engagements. Having some time to herself helped her to recuperate somewhat.

Meandering her way through the finely manicured foliage, she nursed her drink, making little polite nods to other guests whenever they passed by.

She happened upon a tired looking man leaning against a tree. He had a certain way about him that said “I don’t want to be here”. You came across a lot of those in the Outer Rim, scoundrels and smugglers who felt they had no place at fancy events. His low mutter was distinct enough for her to make out something about needing a drink.

“Wanna share?” She plainly offered the beer, now half empty, to the stranger.

[member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: Ballroom [Edge - Near a Viewing Portal]​

Wearing: X - X​

Tag: [member="Aryn Teth"]​

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“The scale is not equal…”, Srina responded plainly while her eyes chased the blue-hued lines that ran just beneath the skin of the man before her. To the untrained eye he looked almost the same. His hair was unchanged. The cut of his jaw was just as strong as it ever was, the shade of his gaze, still the identical. Yet—She could see the differences as Echani eyes missed nothing. She could feel the differences. He would heal her, certainly, but the last vestiges of his connection to the Force would be exhausted. Srina would not be responsible for taking that from him.

No more than she already was; simply, by being caught in his gravity. She breathed? He suffered.

She had tried to fix what had been broken. Coming across the hardware and software needed to make the nanites function as it should was not something that Confederate scientists and engineers had simply pulled out of nothing. It was all experimental at best. He set down his drink while she glanced down at her own. Srina had never indulged openly before in liquor for a variety of reasons. She didn’t like when her senses dulled. She didn’t like the loss of control.

Her hand rose on its own and she took a small sip from the tall flute. It didn’t disturb the mask she wore, but alarms rang in the back of her head, for what felt like eternity, before she tilted her head back and downed the rest. It went down smoothly. Sweet, at first, but with a bitter effervescent burn.

A well of emotion poured from the former Jedi that stood at her side. He had once referred to himself as the Commander of Ashes. If she thought back hard enough, she could remember, sitting across a long table amongst the leaders of several nations. She didn’t belong there. Srina had been a simple Apprentice, an outsider, that was simply part of the attaché for the Vicelord. Regardless, for some reason, when she spoke—They listened. Aryn had been so different then. Less jaded, perhaps.

Just a boy and his droid that somehow had managed to ascend to the head of military power. It was reminiscent to her appointment as an Exarch. For a moment, a brief moment after Kuat, the Confederacy had fallen to either herself or Adron. Srina’s eyes closed. Silver bled to gold as she inhaled and corruption pattered itself around her eyes. She could feel his pain. The regret. It burned her through and through…“You survived, Aryn.”

“When a thermal detonator goes off at point blank range survival should have been too much to ask. Yet, you are here. I am here.”

Others were not so lucky. Srina set her glass down on the edge of a high table and reached out so that she could wrap her fingers around his. His hands felt the same. Callused where they needed to be, but soft, in other places. He had endured a life of hard work and sacrifice. There were things he needed to know, to understand, and things that he didn’t. He had blamed himself for the fall of the Galactic Alliance for so long. It didn’t matter how many times she pointed out the truth.

The success of a nation did not fall on the shoulders of one. It was the synchronization of gears and cogs all working in harmony to support the system as a whole. Without a strong foundation, with crumbling arms and legs, how could he have hoped to stand?

“…You didn’t do this. Goheno nin*.” [Forgive me*]

He hadn’t chosen this. He hadn’t chosen to keep fighting after Coruscant had torn asunder. She had pulled him back into this life by continuing to fight with Confederacy—No matter the cost. He had pulled away from this existence as a public, warmongering servant, but Srina knew nothing else. She was a soldier. Always. Blood, would always have blood. There was no perfect world, no place, where battle didn’t sing in her veins. Reparations would be made…But as long as there were those that had more than others, that believed different ideals, there would always be war. Death was her gift.

Everywhere she went—It followed. Nothing was safe, nothing, and no one.

Her eyes closed against the viewport to block out the endless sea of stars. Briefly, she contemplated sharing the rest of her thoughts…But she quickly chided her own weakness. Her mind doubled down, warding away entry to her most secret thoughts, even to those that were closest to her.

There were just some things…Aryn never needed to know.

 

[Alwine Daye]

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

The sound of defeat was not a stranger to Alwine's ears, bringing a smile out of the petite blonde whom many mistook for being almost entirely harmless.

"You sound like a hive mind's dream," she noted when he had finished explaining his views, "I have seen such so-called better futures secured by cohesion. It is always those at the top who believe the cohesion is required for a better future… For their better future.

Taking another sip from her drink, Alwine's chocolate brown eyes never once wavered from Djonas' face. It was the penetrative gaze of a person who had seen too much, experienced too much, to believe in such words of innocent and fantasy. Because that, was what they were not.

"Who is to say that your version of cohesiveness is the correct one? Or that the many necessarily know the needs and best requirements of the less? Even this government, who gives yu orders and decides where to send you to, is far from being an entity that can be described as good or even right many times."

 

[Djonas Vile]

Ballroom Veranda


Djonas gave her a warm smile. "Perhaps. However, where you're wrong, Executor, is that you believe the Confederacy tells us where our duties are most important. As Adjudicators, that is for us to decide. That is not to say we don't make mistakes. We are mortal. Some worlds may need more help than the ones we find ourselves aiding. Some worlds don't get the help they need for quite some time."

Djonas sighed. "For some..it is too late. However, the Adjudicators work hard to see that each and every planet under the Confederacy, and even those outside of the Confederacy, recieve every bit of relief we can spare. The Confederacy may have times where it doesn't truly have it's heart in the right place. Trust me, I know. But, it's people, the blood of the Confederacy, are the ones who must make those righteous decisions that the government is too pre-occupied to make. That's why whenever an Adjudicator brings aid to a planet, we do not go to babysit them. No. We go to help them to reach a point where they can be self-sufficient. Help them get to their feet once again and thrive. There's nothing stronger thna a village, city, or planet capable of surviving and thriving on it's own. I'm not saying we help a planet with a few issues thne roll out of there. Hell no. We keep watchful eyes over all the worlds in the Confederacy. But, we do help them reach a point where our help is not needed, but appreciated. I hope that makes sense, Executor."

[member="Alwine Lechner"] ​

 

[Alwine Daye]

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

Alwine listened carefully as Djonas explained about his work and the work of the Adjudicators. It sounded almost like a dream. What he described, it was what the Confederacy was supposed to be like, the charter that they promised. It was everything she had hoped and dreamed of it. Yet those hopes and dreams were crushed time after time. She found herself losing faith with the government of it; yet she had never out right voiced this, not even told her brothers.

"Show me," she found herself saying after a long silence, "I want to see a planet that has received that sort of help. Because I have never seen something like this happen, not once. I need to see it."

There was a certain vulnerability in her voice, one that she could not mask. Yet for all other intents and purposes, the tough appearance that was often displayed on her face was still there. It was a mere ripple, that point of potential pain. But she wanted to see. She needed a reason to remain there. And perhaps… Perhaps this man, whom she did not quite trust, who worked in an industry she abhorred, could give her that.