Gathering on the Hunters Moon [Invite Only]

[Roth Tillian]

Roth nodded, "That's a relief then." He swirled his glass again. Meet people. How often had he done that? Dozens? Hundreds? A thousand? How many did he still know? Five? Six? Seven? His shoulders slumped slightly. "And so am I," He said slowly, surveying the crowd, "For that infinitesimal amount of time in the sea of eternity when the strands of lives intersect at least." He shrugged sheepishly and cleared his throat, "Sorry. I, uh, get artistic sometimes." By sometimes, he meant everytime he was in space, or had had too much to drink. The fact that he'd only had one glass so far indicated its quality.

He picked up the other glass, "I should probably talk to other people. Sign some contracts, make some credits."

[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Onrai]

A soft smile crossed Circe's lips as her ship entered orbit. "Good to see the party hasn't started without me." Her shuttle traveled to the surface, where she smiled and gave a soft grin as she stepped out, wearing only simple black dress with little jewelry, though her lips remained their standard coloration. For the time being, she would wait and interact with Alicia when the time was right - which it wasn't at the moment.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

Oh okay. She replied to him as he wandered of. She was left wondering, what she had said wrong. She watched him for a moment, as wander over to another group of people. Oh well, may be next time. She then wander over to a window to watch, the birds fly around for a moment why she figured what to do next. They seemed so content, flying around and singing to each other.

 

[Azrael]

High class society, and socialite events had never been Azrael's forte. He was the son of a barmaid, and a junker by trade. His entire life before the Mandalorians entered the picture was that of a low-class psuedo-citizen of Ord Mantell. He had never even been off-world until the day when he was rescued from a bar fight by a pair of Mandalorians who saw in him the potential for something greater. The Fort itself was a grand palace compared to the places he had lived, and even in the past year with the vode, the ettiquette of a dining hall, or the formality of lavish comfort were beyond him. However, he understood the precaution, he understood the paranoia of the rich and wealthy. The casino owners on Ord Mantell were no stranger to hiring private security. It was almost a necessity with the types of people that attended their establishments. Security as to be seen and rarely heard, and half of the entire reason they were there was simply to be seen and noticed. He doubted however there would be much interaction - and if there was, it was going to be related to keeping the peace.

:: Keep the chatter to a middle you two. They may seem well behaved, but our job isn't to cast lots for who swings first. We're here to make sure no one swings at all. :: Azrael chimed in on the private conversation between the vode. He had his own opinions on the guests currently gracing the dining hall proper. Some were nominal, others weren't exactly flattering, but none were being broadcast. They weren't being paid to gawk, stare, or dismantle a person with their eyes. They were paid to protect, and that meant keeping a level head, and a steady visor. Each guest had passed the security clearance and check-list afforded by their benefactor. As to who they were, and what their motives for being here were, that was a moot point at the current time. :: The hunt is scheduled for tomorrow, get a read on who you'll need to be around before the night is over, and make sure you stick by that post. :: He had read enough about the planet to know there were some exotic dangers hidden in the forests of the Hunter's Moon, but nothing he expected would give himself of the other Mandalorians much pause.

[member="Michael Steelfang"] | [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Grimm]

Alex had come to the function with a new hair style to his regular hair color and some nice casusal clothing. It seemed to be the most fashionable piece of clothing in the universe for now anyway, but he just wanted to look different from the others. Many were older than him, but he was no fool despite his youth. He would make his company grow into the biggest malfucture in the universe but many were chasing after that same goal.

He would come in fashionably late, while he smiled at everyone. His pink eyes would shine behind his glasses as he looked around the room at everyone. Of course he looked over to his date for his evening Geneviève Lasedri, hopefully she would aceept his invitation and he would look decent with someone to accompany him on this first time experience. Yet, she might not be the type for social interactions, but he hoped that she would dress up properly for the event.

He never liked to stick out like a sore thumb, waiting around the entrance. It would seem that he was just leaning against the wall, but in reality. His eyes were scouting everyone within, hundreds of high powered men and he was one of them for the evening.

 

[Barkt Melan]

Glancing around the room, Barkt knew no one. Sure he recognized some from his father's files, but none of them he had met in person. Skimming over their faces, he tried to remember them. Only one he could remember the name from the top of his head. And so, he planned to make use of that little advantage. Approching the window where [member="Darth Banshee"] stood, he spoke.
"Miss Kotass?" he asked, unsure if he was remembering it right. The Sith had known and worked with his father, on multiple occasions. In his notes, Strask commented that she "was still young enough to have her ideals intact". That was good, but she was still a sith. If she saw the world like some did, this may not go over well.

 

[Darth Banshee]

She turned and looked at the bothan, he did look like her friend a lot, possibly an a relative of his. He then asked her if she was miss kotass, she had not used that name for a while. She recognized his eyes, they where same as her bothan friend. She had not seen for a while, and feared the worst. Though in the circles he was in, and she was in for that matter, these things did happen.

She polity smiled at him, and replied yes I am miss kotass, who may you be.

[member="Barkt Melan"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya smiled in response. "Don't delay for too long, Miss Drey, we have much to talk about." She offered a wink and moved away. Her eyes flicking over the guests as they were trickling in. Collecting a drink off a passing tray as she went, she made mental notes of the faces. Alicia had some interesting contacts, there was one that stucki out to her and drew a smile upon her face. She moved to rest her back on the bar next to him.

"Hello Mister Slade." she purred at him.

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Glancing over towards a red Twi'Lek who spoke his name, Christian recognized her to be a rather overconfident young creature who'd entered his Casino one night acting as if she owned the place. They hadn't been so polite to one another on that occasion. Specifically on Christian's side as he'd asked the woman to leave almost immediately or he would have her removed, but he remembered that his night had also not been going the way he'd planned for it to go. He'd let other things push his anger to project towards others, and that had directly effected Anaya.

Deciding to be more polite this time around, Christian raised his glass towards the Twi'Lek before lowering it back down to his mouth to take a sip of the whiskey within. "Hello, Love.", he said before glancing around the estate with curious eyes wondering what secrets it may hold. "You seem playful.", he admitted, before turning his attention back to the red skinned woman.

[member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

"Always." she replied eyes watching the room and not the man next to her. She brought the glass she'd hijacked to her lips and took a sip. The crisp champagne was pleasant on her tongue, bringing a small smile to her lips. She turned her attention back to Slade, there was something enticing about those eyes of his. "The galaxy is a giant chessboard, everything is a game. If you're not playful, you're not going to win."

Eyes flickered over the guests once more. "She'd collected an interesting lot, hasn't she. How do you know Miss Drey?"

[member="Christian Slade"]