Galactic Alliance: A Little Bit Fancy

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

He smiled at her. "No, not tonight."

Alric wasn't very thirsty, though in an hour he'd likely be begging for something alcoholic to pass the time. He looked over the crowd of faces within the Gala, watching carefully as people interacted and talked with one another. He knew a few people within the crowd, some by association and others by simple rumor, though most of his former associates wouldn't dare be caught here.

The Tetan had always been a neutral entity, but one that had leaned towards the dark.

Many within this room probably thought of him as a supporter of Sith, though that was mostly because they hadn't known of his other ventures. It was the nature of the beast of course, and it had never really bothered him. He was happy enough with his own reputation that he felt no need to change it.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, his head turning slowly to see their host standing behind him.

The man spoke, boisterously, but in good humor. Alric only smiled at Danger. "That's a bet I'm willing to take."

 

[Ula Kaddo]

Ula had talked to a few folks here and there, mostly everyone seemed to know people from other places. She'd seen a few familiar faces from the Jedi meeting she walked into, and she smiled and nodded but most were wrapped up in conversation, catching up with friends and colleagues. Ula had skirted around the edges of the party, paying attention to the people interacting. Some of them looked glamorous as movie stars, and some looked like your typical Jedi. There were naval officers in uniforms and formal wear. It was interesting people watching that was for sure.

The house wasn't bad either. Ula had been confined to a small room on a transport so long, that a stationary life was taking some getting used to. The host's home was beautiful though and had a peaceful air to it, reflected in the furnishings and decor. Ula didn't dare touch anything though, lest she break it. She had a bit of a clumsy streak when she felt nervous or out of place. She didn't know which she was feeling at the moment.

Meeting new people was always difficult. Ula wanted them to like her, to accept her. At the same time, she couldn't let it make her feel bad about herself if they didn't notice her. She had to be strong enough to know that she was meant for this and still try her best to show that. Eventually, she was sure it would pay off. Right now, though, it just made her lonely. She noticed that her drink had gone dry so she carefully made her way through the crowd back to the bar.

She caught snippets of dialogue as she moved and started to piece somethings together about some of the people. That guy was someone important in the Jedi. That redhead was a merchant queen. Those two naval officers were so in love you could read it from orbit. That lady was another great Jedi, calm and collected. Those people her age were playful and gregarious. She didn't suppose she really needed to talk to them to start to see who they were. She could just watch and get a feel.

She ordered another amaretto sour and took a seat at the far edge of the bar, so she could watch the whole room. Observing physical cues would help Ula get things to open conversations with at a later date. So she sipped her drink, tapped along with the beat of the music and enjoyed the party.

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Last he'd seen Marcus was during the battle of Prakith. When the Republic launched a desperate counter-offensive against the One Sith onslaught, only to be driven back by excessive Vongness. That was the final battle that the Dreadguard had officially been involved in before disbanding due to low numbers. Casualties had been astronomically high that day. Rook had assumed his friend was one of the many who perished in the chaotic evacuation the followed. It seemed that was not the case.

"Yeah, it's Alex." He sighed as he released his old friend. "I didn't expect you'd leave the Republic, Pappy. Always thought you were somewhat of a die-hard." He paused. "Been awhile. What happened to you? Is Miranda with you?" He lofted a brow. It would have been nice to have Stanley here for his own added commentary. Unfortunately, the AI was rather busy keeping certain things from falling apart back home.

He'd be free again one of these days.

"I flowed in after the program fell apart. Went after the guys that did it. The war, the program, the Architects, all of it." He paused. "Got a few of them. Still looking for the others." He sighed. "Good to have you back Foster. Things aren't the same without a team at my back."

[member="Marcus Foster"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

The weight of a male hand, the brush of warm lips against her cheek, and the tickle of a beard that would rasp against it. At the greeting, Danger would give a half turn of her torso to greet their host. Her lips would curve into a dazzling smile, and there was notable devilry in her eyes that would spark with certain challenge at that.

There had been word about the former Lord of the Fringe High Council, and to see him here was a curious curio. She didn’t know the specifics, but this was the first time making his acquaintance.

“A pleasure, Mistah Na’Varro,” as he had not specified by what title he would prefer to be addressed with, Danger went with the safest bet. Their drinks were set upon the polished bar not a moment too soon, and it was with this note of wry daring that the redhead would take Alen’s glass and present it to him while she took hers.
“... as for that wager... “ she began, the corner of her mouth perking upward, “Well, momma always said to never underestimate a woman’s stubbornness… or her competitive streak..” she would tease, a wink tossed over to the Tetan's direction in knowing.

 

[Chevu Visz]

The boy Liam was adorably talkative. Chevu didn't know much about boys, but even she could tell that Liam was smitten with the blonde. He couldn't keep his eyes off her.

"A princess, eh?" she said. "She definitely looks like one." Liam, guzzling his fruit juice, talked about the other girl for what seemed like an hour, and then she suddenly realized he had asked her a question. A pink blush crept up on her the apples of her green cheeks. Was he flirting with her?

"Oh, me? I came alone," she said with a hint of coyness.

"I'm furthering my study of Force techniques with Mast...Commander Starchaser. Do you know him?" Coren was around her somewhere, but the room had filled up so much, he was no longer in view. She flashed the boy a warm smile, her teeth impossibly white against her green skin. Having spent the last year with an old-as-dirt Sullustan, Chevu had almost forgotten what it was like to talk to people close to her own age.

"So you're a pilot, huh?" she asked. "What do you fly?"

[member="Liam Quez"]

 

[Krayn]

“You’ll find words of increased military presence tends to travel quite quickly.” Belis offered a smile. “Even the Republic isn’t deaf towards what is happening on Sullust.” He had to play it safe, one wrong foot and Coren could very easily pull it off as a farce. Fortunetly there were more Alliance heads here then just one Commander.

“In all truths I was in the sector on—“ the command of my Supreme Leader, “—Jedi business. I found out that several of my old Republic comrades were possibly on world before finding myself swept up within this affair. It’s a simple matter of coincidences that have led me here. I bring no ill will Commander.”

Nearby a man walked past narrowing his eyes towards Belis in an attempt to recognise what he saw as a familiar face.
Belis ignored him.
“The Alliance seems to aiming for the right cause none the less from what limited time I have been here. You must be very proud.” Time to play his cards. “I hear your superiors are also in session tonight. I would very much like to meet them.”

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Liam Quez]

I had spoken rather slyly, but as I was wooing the young Chevu – one of my good friends wandered up. Glancing towards Kaili Talith, I flashed her one of my signature grins and nodded my head to have her come join us. She seemed a bit out of place – not quite wearing what she should be wearing. Examining her slightly, I figured she was probably Ibaris’ size. Nodding my head again towards the dolled up Princess, I hinted to the young Talith girl. “You look about the same size as Ibaris, I’m sure she has another dress if you wanted to change – though I wouldn’t change if I were you. You look amazing.” I meant it, the Talith kids inherited their mother’s good looks – from what I noticed. What I’ve seen of Papa Talith well – he looks scary as all karking hell. Though – I was still more terrified of Ibaris’ papa…

Chevu began talking again and I quickly returned my attention towards her. My body shifted allowing Kaili to enter the little circle I had formed with Chevu, it had officially become the cool kids circle. The green girl’s cheeks turned a hue of soft red, the physical reaction made me smile wider. It was too adorable to not smile. A hand adjusted my bowtie and I straighten my posture a bit showing my confidence with my on skill. I realized that the girl was around my height and it as interesting, I hadn’t met many girls who were as tall as me. My little grin grew wider as I sighed softy and ran a hand through my blonde hair.

“I can fly anything. I love ships and I love feeling the rush when you’re in the cockpit. Currently though, I pilot a modified cargo ship that houses the Princess and I. Handles really well, but I’d rather get my high from an x-wing or something.” I nerdgasmed over ships for a few more minutes and then I remembered that she had mentioned she was a force user. “How’s the whole lightsaber thing? Or do you talk to people in their heads” I pointed to my head to emphasis it. A part of me was slightly terrified of that force power – mostly because Ibaris decided to rip through whatever mental walls I had naturally (which were none <3 ) and told me off after I stole a kiss from her a few years back.

Trust me, I learned boundaries REALLY quick after that. I was curious about this girl in front of me and I had hoped that Kaili would push herself to be a bit more social. A part of me wanted Ibaris to come over, though she seemed invested in the conversation she was having with that old dude. Maybe she liked old dudes and if this was a cartoon or an anime there would be a dark cloud forming over my head and rain pouring as I came to this conclusion with my overactive imagination. Despite the visual, I remained focused on my conversation with Chevu and Kaili never missing a beat~

[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Kaili Talith]

“Thanks, Liam.” Kaili responded to the compliment. her hand scratched the back of her neck ever so smooth before she repaid him in kind. “You look really good too.”

With a step into Liam’s circle the youngest Talith already started to feel better. She was included after all. That was nice; a good way to start the evening. Whereas the young man next to her straightened his posture so did Kaili. Hands behind her back to simulate a confidence she had, back straightened as if someone was pouring ice over her head. The girl truly had the most basic of disciplines ingrained at this point.

“I... Like to fly too.” Kaili spoke as the corner of her mouth twitched in a nervous tsk. “Just nothing big. I have bad experiences with big ships.”

Eyes locked onto Liam. He knew what she meant, he had been there. It was almost like a repetition of what Kaili had heard of Aela in her younger days. Not that Aela was much older now, but this was right around the time Kaili was born. Nothing had truly felt the same since that crash. It still haunted her in many ways. However, countless hours with counselors and other professionals had brought her up to speed again.

“I’m Kaili.” She extended her hand to [member="Chevu Visz"] with the same solemn look on her face that she had given [member="Liam Quez"]. “Kaili Talith.”

“Honestly, Liam, they’re overrated.” The girl looked back at her friend. “I keep mine as a tool of defense mainly.” A smirk grew on her lips as she darted between her friend and... Friend of friend? “Now, droids on the other hand...” Her head nodded. “Henry is bound to be somewhere around here. I never leave home without him.”

Kaili looked around. “He’s a spybot capable of scaling walls and ceilings. Looks a bit like a spider.”

“Kind of a smartass but I love him none the less.”

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Mya Jesel"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Mya was a politician. Spark could respect that but the slicer was certainly no diplomat. She nodded when Jacen spoke about danger and a shiver ran down her spine. Her time with Sage Bane still hit a little too close. Still, it had been awfully satisfactory wrecking his ship through mechu-deru and shooting the Sith Lord with the laser canons thing.

#suckitSage

"Seems like a lot of us started with the Republic." Jace probably didn't know that about the blond. #boomnowhedid

A small smile tugged at her thin lips at his next question. "I work more with him than for him. You could say we're partners."

#partners!!!!!!! #notbringingupawkwarddating

"He cares about the people he works with, his team. Very mission focused and driven. His jokes need some help, though, and he has a little bit of armor lust but other than that..."

Her smile widened and she finished off that hard cider.

"How do you two know Coren, anyway?"

#alcoholmadesocializingeasier

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[member="Remy Steele"]

She was not one for fancy dinners preferring to stay at the bar, or travel very casual but tonight she decided to pull something from the closet she had bought on a whim. She liked this dress it wasn't what she would wear regularly, and it was a far cry from the colors she wore all the time.

She moved through the doors with a great deal of caution, the tiny heels that added to her height she prayed would not get caught on any hem of her dress . Wearing a dress to Rekha was like putting a dress on a gondar she however lacked the tusks, the smell, and and the armor. Emerald eyes glanced about looking for Remy he was her date, escort, man of the hour, lord she had no idea what he was to her.

He was however responsible for her having a good time tonight, so where was he. Slowly she walked to the one place she would have gone into, the bar. Looking across as the crowds slowly cleared she could see him. He looked quite charming from a distance.

She stood there just watching him before she moved towards him.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser was distracted. He could only pay so much attention to so many people There were others coming and going from the ball, but even the Commander had times to focus. No way or form was he a leader in the Alliance, not like with the Underground, which Spark was apparently broadcasting to everyone. He wasn’t sure they could all be trusted yet. Especially not with a member of the Jedi Order of the Republic in their midst. In the past year, the Underground alone did more on their shoe-string budget than the Republic ever did to slow the Sith movements.

He knew that Spark was about, and Jacen would have his back if he needed it. A republic Jedi coming to this meet-and-greet? He could handle it for now. And with Rekha nearby? He could see you there, Kaarde, in… bright yellow.

Black was your color.

“So, on mission from your Jedi Order to a meeting here.” Coren nodded, he could let it run for now. Jedi weren’t that intelligent, even the New Jedi Order. It was a fact. Religious fanatics were just that, fanatics. He’d take a Dread Guard over ten of the others any day of the week. He’d work with the New Jedi Order, because they didn’t need to sit in a circle every other day to make sure they weren’t doing anything still.

“We’re doing alright, keeping up the good fight, reclaiming this galaxy.” Or at least that was the goal. As for his superiors? He looked around. Was he going to need a gun?

[member="Belis Toobin"]

 

[Jsc]

Where everyone know your name
w [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Remy Steele"]

Roberts intercepted Rekha and Remy at the bar. She should have known this is where they'd meet. Classic people.

"Lady Kaarde. Master Steele. Hello hello! Good to see you both again. My my. It's this just a smugglers reunion. And you both look so wonderful. Mr Steele, that cigar! You sir, have excellent taste. And Rekha! Those shoes girl. Those shoes. I'm completely jealous of a woman in such fine heels. I just don't have the knees for it anymore, I do."

Roberts did her best social butterfly. Which, was surprisingly easier when you're not wearing heavy armor or blowing up space stations. Even without her signature blue hair to get it done in classic Karen style.

"Let me think. Mm. Transponders, right? Yes, yes. That was where I last found you too. Oh my, yes! How did that go by the way? Did Coren ever get you two those fine gadgets? I must have missed that. ...I certainly hope he did. If not, why? ...I'll just have to Force Throw him right over here and squeeze them out of him. Hehe. (Kidding, of course.)"

She placed a finger to her lips and smiled deviantly,

"But really. It is so good to see you two. How have you been?"

 

[Chevu Visz]

Liam had an easy grin that pulled right Chevu in, and bright blue eyes. She found herself relaxing into the conversation, even without added social lubrication that alcohol would provide. When he talked, she found herself involuntarily giggling. It had been a long time since Chevu had fun. Actual. Factual. Fun.

"Lightsabers, Mind Control. I do both," she explained. "Coren Starchaser is teaching me some Tutaminis, too."

Smiling shyly, lower lip bit, she quickly added, "I'd like to go flying with you sometime." Was she asking him out? Oh god, she kind of was, wasn't she?

There was another girl with them. Had she been standing here the whole time, or had Chevu been too blinded by Liam's cute smile?

"Hi, I'm Chevu," she told Kalli, shaking her hand. "I'm a Jedi Marsh...I'm a Jedi." Chevu was uncomfortable giving out her official title. It never felt like hers. It rightfully belonged to Jedi Master Nub Oomomo of Pirin, but with Master Oomomo gravely ill, Chevu was sent in his stead. His little green proxy. Titles should be earned, and Chevu felt she hadn't earned it yet. Plus, if Oomomo got bettter...when Oomomo got better. He would be fighting alongside Marshall Talith and leading the New Jedi Order to victory. Chevu was just a placeholder. Wait, hold on...Talith.

"You're related to Marshall Talith?"

[member="Liam Quez"] [member="Kaili Talith"]

 

[Krayn]

Belis tilted his head sidewards ever so slightly as Coren spoke. He was on edge, not overly visible but enough was there for Belis to catch the scent. Yet the Knight of Ren had to give Starchaser the benefit of the doubt, he held his stature like a professional.

“Yes a scouting mission” He was on a mission, a very important one indeed. His Supreme Leader would be appreciative of any information he could garner from this meeting. “We’ve heard rumours of a separatist Imperial sect operating out of the area and decided to investigate.”

As Coren looked around, Belis took the time to glance at the crowd himself, not to many familiar faces. “There have been whispers that a fleet engagement with this sect recently happened near Sullust. I assume your good fight to reclaim the galaxy was probably involved?”

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Aran Finn]

[member="Alric Kuhn"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"]

The bearded man chuckled, taking his glass up with his right hand and regarding Galactic Trade's First Couple with a hint of mischief and anticipation. It was time to take this party up a notch. Now, if there were vikings in this galaxy, Na'Varro's drinking style would have been compared to theirs. His was a more boisterous style of drinking. It started with jokes and conversation, then with the next stage came drinking for sport, friendly competition and energetic dancing. Then he'd move on to chatting up females or looking for a fight, depending on his mood. Sometimes he fought with friends when enemies weren't readily available, and sometimes he got away with doing both. To sum up, Drunk Alen Na'Varro was fun, social and fairly unpredictable. It remained to be seen what he'd get up to tonight.

"Call me Alen, team," he said to the couple, smiling winningly. "So, what are we wagering?"

Gods, Na'Varro hoped it wasn't credits. Though he was fairly affluent, he was talking to two of the richest richie rich's in the entire galaxy. And throwing events like this wasn't particularly cheap.

"As for your ma's wisdom, sounds like I could have used it in my younger years. Heh. Maybe I could use it now ... maybe I don't know what I'm getting myself into."

Alen grinned wryly, shrugged, and threw his drink back with gusto. What was the worst that could happen?

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"]

There was much that the two of them could wager with. Both Alric and Danger had vast fortunes that likely eclipsed the annual earnings of some governments, but that also meant money was rather cheap. Credits meant very little to either of them, and that also meant betting with them was a lot less fun then one would assume.

Alric cast a glance at Danger, then smiled.

"Mister Na'Varro." Alric said sliding an arm around the mans shoulder. "If you manage to beat my lovely escort in this little wager..."

For a moment he trailed off as he looked at Danger, simply smiling at her as if sending a coded message. "I'll personally assure that my corporation creates the finest specialist armor this side of the galaxy for the Galactic Alliance."

Simple, clean, and something the Galactic Alliance would need in the coming months.

 

[Liam Quez]

There were so many forcers around, I kind of felt like the minority. There were days I wished I could do that cool fancy stuff, but it seemed they were always training or sitting down with their eyes closed. Always figured it was Ibaris’ way of telling me to leave her alone. Looking towards kaili I stuck my tongue out, she always liked to talk about droids - surprised she hasn’t made herself a boyfriend yet. There was an urge to ruffle Kaili’s hair, she had her moments when she was adorable, but not like adorable that I found attractive - more like big brother to little sister adorable.

Either way, ever since that time and that ship - I’ve always wanted to look out for her.

I didn’t speak more on it because it was a touchy subject for all of us involved. There was still a bit of guilty residing in me because a girl like Kaili shouldn't have that sort of guilt on her shoulders. “Droids are pretty cool, especially the ones you build Kaili”

Chevu mentioned the things she was learning and I smiled. All of those things were pretty cool and I wish I could do them. She mentioned flying, which that was something I could do - especially if I could get my hands on something fast. Impress her that way and I doubt Ibaris would let me fly another girl around the Peregrine...my mind slowly wandered to the time Myra had shown up on the ship. Shaking my head, I shook the memory of the girl from my mind.

“That would be fun Chevu, I can show you some cool stuff - we just have to get our hands on something fast and can fit two people. I mean you could probably sit on my lap and we'd be okay. Thought would be tough to pull off some maneuvers.” My mind wandered and started to think of the ships I could ‘borrow’, I knew ships and I knew how to steal them err well borrow them if I needed to. I hadn’t realized really what I had said, everything just sort of came out at once. “Just tell me when Starchaser gives you a day off.”

Once more I smiled.

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Kaili Talith"]

 

[Kaili Talith]

“Yep, all my life.” Kaili shrugged at [member="Chevu Visz"]. “It's not as cool as you might think. Or in case you didn't think it’s cool, then you'd be correct.”

There had been low-points and high-points, of course. There always was. The period between when Micah and Aela didn’t talk had hit Kaili particularly hard. The sting that she felt over not even really knowing her second sister even more so. In the end Kaili imagined it was because of their differences. Whereas Maleah was all about nature; Kaili was all about artificial lifeforms. Somewhere along the line they had grown distant and now, well, she didn’t even know where her sister was at this point.

“Thanks, Liam.” Kaili smiled at the compliment.

The girl watched the rest of the conversation play out. Two people, one starfighter, sitting in laps, maneuvers. Kaili covered her snickering up in a few coughs and turned away from the other two.

“I’m sorry, must have had something in my-...” Was that a second round coming? ... No, no it wasn’t. “I must have had something in my throat. Gone now though.”

“So, uh, what will Ibs think of this, LQ?” Kaili perked her brow. “Don’t she need you for... You know, flying stuff?”

[member="Liam Quez"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser wasn’t one who really dealt with groups, and stood on ceremony. The Sanctum was a good place before the merge, it was low-key, loose. The Underground was even better, he got to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Former military training was not really making him the most keen looking military member. But he was an advisor because he had a lot of different ideas.

“Looking into the Sith with the Final Order? Or…?” Coren shrugged as he couldn’t grab the words he was looking for. “And we’ve had a few dealings with them, digging up eldritch terrors that should probably stay dead. What, is the Republic actually going to mobilize?” He regarded the man again.


[member="Belis Toobin"]

 

[Krayn]

“The supposed Sith.” Belis added with a small smirk that he swore was in his head rather than written across his features. “I don’t think there is any actual evidence to this cult, just a bunch of ideologised Imperial officers living out a little fantasy.” Had he come across to strong? Hopefully not.

“However, we can’t allow a group like that run amok throughout any part of the galaxy, Republic space or not. So I was dispatched to determine the true threat level.” He ran a hand across his chin and even offered a small laugh at Coren’s suggestion of the Republic mobilising. “Now we both know that the Republic wont mobilise, and that’s coming from one of it’s own.” It was true. The Republic was stale and in a state of emergency with the Sith threat from the core. Fragments were beginning to separate from the major power holders of the galaxy, tears in once solid institutions. That is what made this era exciting, the balance of power was shifting and Belis would assure the First Order were among those who could claim that power.


“I am extremely interested in your work Commander Starchaser—” Belis gave him a small nod. “—and appreciate the time you have offered me today. I know it can be hard keeping up with all the faces, new and old.”

[member="Coren Starchaser"]