Faction Grand Jedi Ball - Open to Jedi + Jedi Sympathizers

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Formal Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

"But if you ever need a hand, you can always borrow mine."

Azurine’s attempt to lift the mood was appreciated, and Aadihr couldn't help but mischeviously store her words to banter back later.

"Honestly, I could really use a good shove in the right direction. I'm supposed to meet with Grandmaster Valery and Master Kahlil, but it's important for me to meet with others of different traditions within the order itself. Where I came from, there wasn't an order at all, so it's nice to see all of the possible perspectives and discuss how we can be better for those who can't help themselves. If I miss it completely, I'll never live it down.”

The aura of those two were easy to spot for Aadihr. Memories of his time before knighthood and what news he had caught of the NJO during his travels, he could piece together the Noble's presence. It was positively radiant - moreso, it seemed, as what he expected as two force signatures was budding into three. Aadihr smiled softly, keeping any hint of the revelation hidden. If it wasn't public knowledge it wasn't his to share, if it was, he didn't need to.

“I'd be happy to lead you to them, though they seem to be wrapped in some conversation, so you don't seem to be in hot water yet,” Aadihr reassured Azurine.

Aadihr watched with growing fondness at the shifting hues and edges of Azzie’s aura. Trepidation, excitement, hope, self denial. It didn't take a mind reader to see the way Azurine looked at the couples on the dancefloor like a stray looking inside the window of a warm home.

"Whenever you'd like to head out, then, and maybe you can explain why you wear that blindfold?”

Aadihr laughed. “A deal’s a deal, though I think you got the short end of the stick,” He lifted his blindfold, revealing empty eye sockets under his eyebrows. “Pretty simple, just born without eyes” Aadihr grinned.

It felt like he made an unfair exchange of information, but he would make it up to her.
"Hey, about borrowing your hand,” Aadihr began, intending to keep his tone playful but finding himself more nervous now that he began, Aadihr found courage within and proceeded with confidence. He grabbed her mechanical hand in his “perhaps you could do me the honor of joining me for a dance before heading to the conference?”, Aadihr asked before tilting his head into a friendly smile and nervous blush.

Azurine Varek​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora nearly snorted. It amounted to a quick, sharp exhale through her nose.

Iris had a point, though. They all carried scars. Part of why she was still wrestling with an immense amount of worry over Lysander von Ascania - proud of her brother as she was, she couldn't bear to ever see him hurt.

Nor the other Padawans, really.

"At least they fancy each other and not some flirtatious Sith."

Iris' hand pulled away sharply and Cora froze. A flicker of emotion had risen to the surface of the healer's face before dissipating as quickly as it had come.

"Apologies," she said softly. There was genuine remorse in her tone as she pulled the napkin back. The appropriate thing to do would've been to hand Iris the cloth, not begin cleaning her hand.

Cora lifted her attention back to the crowd, smiling at Lily Decoria when the Echani caught her eye again. Ukatian traditions made her own style of dress more conservative, but she couldn't deny that Lily certainly had the body to pull off her dress.

Her gaze floated back to the pair of Padawans, rather endeared to the both of them.

"At the very least, they have this night."

Iris Arani

 

[Diogo Talon]

Tag: Eloise Dinn
Mood​

The way Eloise danced was intoxicating. It was like she was meant to be here. It drew Diogo in, like she was the gravity he was hopeless to escape from.

"I get dragged there every once in a while to deal with, uh, family business. You know, there's something about you that's unique too. I dunno what it is."

Diogo's gaze softened with a look of understanding—family business. "Sounds complicated," he said with a nod. He let the inquiry drop; though intrigued, it was enough poking for now.

"Unique," he repeated with a smile, pulling her in close. "We all have our secrets, darling." His and hers both. "But that means a lot coming from someone like you," he added, his usual playfulness giving way to honesty.

“It’s a goal to work towards,” she agreed. “Acknowledgment that you put in the work.”

"Do you actually agree, or are you just saying that?" he asked, with no hint of accusation in his voice. She clearly had strong feelings about the subject and he wanted to give her the space to express herself, if she wanted.

"Oh, you should always take me seriously, baby, with or without knighthood. Too many people make the mistake of thinking I’m just a joker."

"Not just a joker," he said with a laugh. "I won't make that mistake. I'd hate to get on your bad side."

“We probably won’t see each other again after this. I’m with the Vonnuvi Enclave… and I don’t get out much.”

"Ah, so I won't be invited to your Knighting Ceremony, then?" Diogo teased with a mock pout. "Is my dancing that bad?" In truth, the idea of never seeing her again deflated him, but he wasn't sure how to say that without sounding too sentimental. Easier to make light of it, for now.

The waltz ended on a slow, swelling crescendo. Afterwards, a more up-beat song began fading in, kinda catchy. The drinks were kicking in around the Ball and people were ready to let a little more loose. The energy shift pulled him back into the moment. Diogo shrugged. "Show me how the Vonnuvi women really dance? I'll try to keep up."

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: @ | OBJECTIVE: II (Then I later) | POST #: 5
TAG (ALLIES) : Gil Horn | Rani Baros | Roman Vossari | Matsu Ike | Kassogtha Cthylla | Amani Serys
TAG (FOES) : @

Meet Jedi with different views than yourself and discuss the nature of the Force and the role the Jedi should play in the galaxy.

Happy that this conversation went well, Caltin sat back with a nod. Then let us table the rest of this conversation for when you come and see the place. You have my contact information and we are located just outside of Kachirho. I think that the biggest issue to resolve is efficient use of space, be it training, resources, and the like.

The sun hung low in the sky over the tranquil plains of Dantooine, casting a warm golden hue across the Jedi Temple. The air was filled with the soft hum of conversation as Jedi from across the galaxy gathered for a conference, a rare opportunity for the Order to unite and share knowledge. Among them was Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor, a towering figure with a presence that commanded respect and admiration. His deep-set eyes, filled with wisdom and compassion, reflected the light of the Force that flowed through him.

As the conference commenced, the grand hall of the Temple buzzed with energy. Jedi of all ranks mingled, exchanging ideas and experiences. Caltin sat at one of the tables, somewhat surrounded by a diverse group of Jedi, each representing different aspects of the Order. There was Master Kassogtha Cthylla , a skilled diplomat and lorekeeper to which he nodded whispering that he owed her a conversation; Knight Jarek, a young but talented warrior eager to prove himself; and Master Amani Serys , a wise healer whose gentle demeanor belied her fierce dedication to the light.

“Caltin,” Master Aelara (a diplomatic wayseeker) began, her voice melodic yet firm, “I’ve been thinking about the challenges we face in the Outer Rim. The darkness is spreading, and we must find a way to reach those who feel lost.”

Caltin nodded, his brow furrowing in thought. He did not really want to get into a conversation such as this right now, but with groups like the Dark Empire and the Sith Order making waves, not to mention rumors of the “Sith Assassins” still out there…

Knight Jarek, a young eager Sentinel out to prove capable of more, was eager to contribute, and chimed in. “What if we organized outreach programs? We could send Jedi to the most affected systems, offering assistance and guidance. We could show them that the Jedi are still here, that we care.” He was a “good kid” but had not quite learned the “bigger picture” something that can only be taught with time.

Thalia smiled softly, her eyes sparkling with understanding. “That’s a wonderful idea, Jarek. But we must also remember that our presence can be a double-edged sword. We must approach with caution and empathy, ensuring that we do not impose our will upon those who are suffering.”

Caltin listened intently, appreciating the perspectives of his fellow Jedi. He also found another reason to bring up something else to Master Matsu Ike . I might take a look at and take you up on some of those traditions you offer. I do not want the Shadow Temple to turn out as “just another Academy” I have ideas but want more training that could almost make us “a destination”.

As the discussion continued, the atmosphere shifted from one of concern to one of hope. The Jedi began to envision a plan that would not only address the immediate needs of those in distress but also empower them to stand against the darkness. Caltin felt a surge of pride for his fellow Jedi, their commitment to the light shining brightly in the face of adversity.

After hours of fruitful dialogue, Caltin stood to address the assembly. Those within earshot not already in the middle of their own conversations fell silent, eyes turning to him. My friends, he began, his voice resonating with warmth and authority, Do not let me stop you from sharing thoughts and ideas, you are all inspiring by the passion and dedication each of you have shown. But there is another matter I wish to discuss.

He paused, allowing the curiosity to build. As some of you know, I have built an Enclave, the Shadow Temple on Kashyyyk and hope it to be a place of refuge and training for those who seek to understand the balance of the Force. I believe it is time to open our doors to the galaxy. We will host an open house at the Shadow Temple, inviting people to come, look around and hopefully learn about the Force, to experience the light, and to understand that they are not alone in their struggles. Mind you, I do not wish to take away from the Shiraya, Vonnuvi, Selvaris, Jakku, or even the beautiful Caamas Enclaves. Let us not forget the Temple on Coruscant let alone one such as this. Know that the Shadow Temple will not try to take any students away, but “work with” each of you, working more towards an official “Enclave Network” and not just an “unwritten rule”.

A murmur of interest rippled through the crowd. Aelara’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. In that moment, Caltin realized that the true strength of the Jedi lay not in their lightsabers or their mastery of the Force, but in their ability to connect with others, to show compassion, and to be a source of light in a galaxy often shrouded in darkness.

As the sun set over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the gathering, Caltin felt a profound sense of fulfillment. The open house had not only brought hope to those who attended but had also rekindled the spirit of the Jedi within himself and his fellow Knights. They were not just defenders of peace; they were a family, united in their mission to bring light to the galaxy.

And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Caltin knew that this was just the beginning. The journey ahead would be filled with challenges, but together, they would face whatever darkness lay ahead, armed with the knowledge that hope could always be found, even in the most unexpected places.

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[Ayhan]

Objective I: The Dance, Don't cause a scene
Mahsa
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The smaller girl crouched down beside the Firronthix. Just a worn down, ragged, dog. Too much time spent snapping at others, biting the hands that tried to feed him, left to starve. Well that wasn't entirely true. Mahsa was there. Right there, next to him. Sitting with him, even after all the times he'd snapped at her, tore her down and pushed her away. Maybe that's why he didn't try to push her away this time. That was the definition of insanity, wasn't it? It try the same thing, over and over again, expecting the result to change? He had to blame sanity, because he couldn't let himself think that, even for just a moment, he needed her here with him, instead of on the other side of the galaxy.

He didn't even push her hand away when she reached for his scarred forearm, the silver marks gleaming in the moonlight. Her skin touching his, just the lightest touch, was an electric shock that made Ayhan flinch. To most, the buzz of anxiety and restlessness might've been little more than static, ever present and disconcerting, but to Ayhan, it was like a high voltage powerline, rushing throughout his body, overwhelming in a mere moment.

And beneath it all was worry, and concern. A grounding current.

The circuit wound back towards Masha, and Ayhan's own emotions escaped from him, entirely unbidden. The dark shadow of fear, a veritable storm of panic. Every set of eyes were like those of wolves in the dark, glowing with lethal intent, eager for their next meal. The bass and the voices of others were all claps of thunder and screams. And at the core of it all was Mahsa, unspoken fear of what might happen to her when it all closed in on them.

Ayhan recoiled and was left gasping for breath as his eyes stared at her, bordering a glare, but softened by the knowledge that maybe she understood how he felt better than he'd thought. "Why?" he asked, a one word question. Open ended. Why?

 

[Iris Arani]

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"Eugh, who'd want a Sith?"

There was a visible shudder from Iris. With all she'd seen from the Sith, there was no chance for her to ever understand why someone would ever be attracted to them. But she also saw them for the colors they gave to the Force. Or the lack there of since a good number of them just walked around like a void consuming the good and joy Iris could see in the Force. But, her expression softened. She idly rubbed over her scarred hand, nodding in agreement.

"That they do. They deserve to be kids, as much as they can be."

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Mahsa]

Mahsa had tried muting her emotions to a soft trickle, aware of the intensity they often carried, but it was impossible for her to know how much would’ve been too much when it came to someone like Ayhan. One had to wonder what Glorii Te had been thinking when he’d made the species polar opposites in that regard, but that thought was lost almost immediately as something unexpected happened.

She recoiled almost as quickly as Ayhan when the feedback zipped through her fingers, hand drawn back and held against her chest as a vibrant wave of citrine and copper hues rippled through her hair. A pair of golden eyes stared back at him, wide and bright as her mind tried to make sense of what had just happened and—more importantly—what she had just felt.

"I-I…!" She stammered when those dark eyes finally fell upon her, voice caught against her throat as deep ambers and ocher flooded into her curls. For a moment Mahsa was certain things had gone too far, her eyes closing tight as her shoulders tensed in preparation of the verbal lashing she was sure would come—

"Why?" A single worded question was the last thing she’d expected to hear, and when she finally dared to peek back at him she was surprised to find the characteristic edge missing from his stare. Citrine streaks and apricot highlights livened the hues that framed her face, shoulders slowly relaxing as a pensive look fell upon her face.

"D-Do you remember the stories I told you back at the C-Cage…?" She quietly gazed down at her pair of hands, now resting atop her lap as she had sat down beside the Firronthix. It was impossible to fully know what he meant with such an open-ended question, but it was the first thing she remembered after giving it some thought.

How that little story book had slipped into the materials that the Kaminoan gave them to review was anyone’s guess. She had first thought it a mistake, but that had seemed less likely the more she came to know of the scientist responsible for their creation, so perhaps it’d been one of the staffed members under him?

Did he even have others with him at the time?

"D-Dara and I used to think about them all the time." The little collection had become dear to them, and Mahsa had made sure to memorize each and every word on the pages to heart—prepared for the inevitable moment when Glorii Te finally found the little book and it was promptly discarded. "W-We used to pretend we were part of them… and talk about the things we’d do if we had been there instead."

The memory brought a solemn smile to her lips, the familiar sting around the corners of her eyes forcing Mahsa to pause as she focused on taking slow and steady breaths instead. She was oblivious to the shifting hues in her hair, the previous vibrancy swallowed by a wave of dark navy blues—shades he would recognize with ease—and silvery flecks that shone brightly against the moonlight.

A hauntingly beautiful sight for anyone that laid eyes on the Kazelrrian in that moment, enhanced by the design of her dress and the jewelry she currently wore, that perfectly hid the cold void and sickening grief clawing against the insides of her chest.

"She c-couldn’t see the real stars with us, or see the world outside of our C-Cage." A light hitch in her voice cracked the composed visage she had stubbornly curated throughout the years, fingers tightly curled against handfuls of fabric in a desperate attempt to keep the sharpened claws from dangerously pressing against the heel of her palms. "So I want to experience as much of it as I c-can for us instead..."

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Ayhan ​

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Thirdas Heavenshield | Kahlil Noble | Valery Noble | @Open

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Roman, cheeks still smeared with remnants of a particularly rich pastry, regarded the trio with a glazed-eyed confusion. Kahlil's question about Anneliese washed over him barely registering. His focus remained fixated on the guard, Thirdas, whose expression had taken a turn for the severe. Seriously, what was this guy's problem?

It was then that Thirdas, the towering giant of a man, erupted into motion, snatching Roman by the wrist with a force that sent a jolt of surprise through the padawan's slightly intoxicated system. Feth, why is his grip so damn strong? "Hey, what's your problem, bud?" he called out as he was unceremoniously dragged towards the fountain, the sudden shift in events momentarily sobering him up enough to protest.

He looked at the water, then back at Thirdas, a confused frown wrinkling his brow. Before he could fully process the situation, his head was forcefully submerged. Roman gasped for a breath, sputtering and choking as he resurfaced. "Help! I don't know this man!" he bellowed, unashamedly shouting for assistance to the assembled crowd in the conference room.

His body went limp, a strategic plan in the face of the guards overpowering strength. If this guard dog was going to manhandle him, he was going to make it as difficult as possible. Roman's protests continued as Thirdas dragged him out of the room, a mention of "honor" – whatever that meant – echoing vaguely in the background. "Honor, what the feth are you talking about?" Roman kicked and squirmed, increasing his resistance, while simultaneously checking to see if anyone was observing the scene. "Does no one see this? Is no one going to help??"

Once outside and unceremoniously deposited on the stone bench, Roman bounced back to his feet the instant Thirdas moved away, a glare radiating from the imposing figure. "Have you no shame!?" Roman retorted, attempting to push Thirdas back, though he was met with an immovable force. Water still dripped from his long red hair, a stark contrast to his flushing cheeks, and the chill of the Dantooine night was starting to set in.

It was at this point that Thirdas casually asked about Anneliese, his earlier fury apparently subsiding. "What's your problem? I wasn't bothering anyone, and then you force me into a fountain. Now you want to talk about Anneliese?" Roman voiced his displeasure, a touch of annoyance creeping into his tone. He paused, a mischievous grin forming on his lips, then added, "Where's your honor, soldier!" in a deep, mocking imitation of Thirdas' earlier pronouncements. The words were delivered with a theatrical flair, a stark contrast to his earlier panicked cries for help.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Roman Vossari Valery Noble Kahlil Noble ​

The blonde brute stood as stone when Roman attempted to shove him, lending credence to his name of 'Ironside'. All this flailing about, shouting and panicking... it annoyed him. The mocking voice did not help Roman's case, either. A red dot appeared on the Jedi's forehead, but Thirdas looked away and shook his head, making the red dot disappear.

"Sit. Down. Boy," he snarled menacingly whilst placing his metal hand atop Roman's ginger head and pushing him back down through sheer force, and it would remain there until he learned to obey.

"Firstly: You're damn right I'm a soldier," he replied menacingly. "Worse than that — I'm a killer. I've damn near killed everything that walks, crawls, flies or swims. I'm a horrid brute; a hound of war with battle in my veins, and there's nothing I love more than to bathe in the blood of my enemies. So you'll sit there and listen to what I've to say, Roman of the Vossari."

He loosened his grip of Roman's head and gave him a pat on the cheek for being a good boy.

"My soul is long since blackened and I make no apologies for it, but you? You're a Jedi. A paragon of honour and justice, yet you act like a drunken swine, gorging yourself on free food. I've lost too many good men over the years waging Jedi wars for the likes of you to defecate all over their sacrifices. That is the honour I speak of. Not mine, but theirs. Earn their sacrifice, damn it! Be the hero you Jedi are meant to be."

Thirdas took a step back, letting the hostile air clear between them and potentially cooler heads prevail.

"Secondly: You're the one who drunkenly insinuated my father had something to do with your sweetheart's disappearance. What did you mean by that?"

 

[Azurine Varek]

Take Tonight

Outfit: Dress | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

"Pretty simple, just born without eyes.”

Azurine immediately lit up with an almost obnoxious level of curiosity. She took a couple of quick steps forward, wanting to get a better look. She certainly hoped not to overstep the line of personal space too badly, though she very likely failed. She didn't see any scarring. Nothing to suggest anything traumatic was a cause. It also didn't seem to her like Aadihr was bothered by this fact. It might have shown in his aura otherwise. She began to wonder what the reason behind it actually was and if it was related to anything planetary or culturally.

"That's cool, though!" She stopped herself, trying to figure out if that was the wrong thing to say. She thought it was incredibly interesting. She certainly came off more excited and fascinated than she intended to, but it was difficult for her to dampen. Especially seeing as how it didn't seem to be a sore spot of discussion for him. "Was everyone in your family born like that? Is the lack of eyes because of your planet or something else? Are the rest of your senses turned up to make up for it?"

Her rapid-fire questions were immediately silenced, though her mouth was still open as if she was about to ask more of them. Her amethyst-colored eyes went wide, watching as he grabbed her hand. She had no feeling in it—one of its drawbacks being a lack of synthetic nerves—but that didn't necessarily matter. Her gaze rose to meet the blindfold that concealed Aadihr's lack of eyes. She was thankful he couldn't see the heat completely taking over her face, and she knew she had to have turned a fair shade of pink. She was too wrapped up in her own attempt to hide the color in her cheeks that she'd completely missed his own.

Azzie couldn't tell for how long she was silenced before she finally turned her gaze to the side, having to shake her head to regain her composure. "Yeah... yeah, why not? I mean, I kind of owe you one for the help, anyway." She said, trying to tease away the quick moment of being flustered. She was just caught off guard for a moment. That's all. She appreciated the gesture and was happy to be making more friends.

She allowed him to lead her out to the dance floor, making her even more fascinated as to how he was able to move through a crowd so easily despite being blind. Before she really knew what she'd gotten herself into, his hand was on her waist, and she was trying not to watch her feet too much to keep from making a misstep. "Just warn me if I step on you, okay?" Luckily for her—and his toes—she was a quick learner when it came to movement. A sheer, unfiltered joy flooded outward into her eyes and expression, and she found herself laughing from it. Twirling across the room in the dress she was wearing made her look as though she was made of fire itself, held in check only by rolling waves of temperance provided by Aadihr.

Aadihr Lidos​

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Dantooine
Equipment: Formal Outfit, Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Dreidi Xeraic


"Well, I'll be damned," Jax turned at the sound of the familiar voice, he didn't expect Dreidi of all people to be at this ball. Though a smile was spread across Jax's face, he did wonder what his stepdaughter was doing here. "Chit Dreidi," Jax said taking a look at his drink. "I never liked Wine it was always sweet for me. Back in the day I used go to the Courscant Underground to hang out with the locals at the bar and drink the night away."

The Jedi Master chuckled staring at his drink. "Ever try Grog?" Jax asked Dreidi. "I assure it's real alcohol not the ones that these fancy types love. It's hard to get drunk with so sweet stuff these winemakers put into this."

Jax shook his head continuing to chuckle, it was good that Dreidi came here. He wanted desperately to connect with her, they both promised to try to bond even after what transpired with Darth Carnifex with Jax turning to the Dark Side. "So Dreidi," Jax said. "What are you doing here? Came here with a cute boyfriend that I'm not aware of? Tried to get your mother to come but she's busy unfortunately. So, I'm forced to suffer alone with cheap wine and sappy music."

He looked down at his outfit. "And tight as frack suit," he grumbled. "I already miss wearing my robes."

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

OBJECTIVE ONE: THE DANCE
Interacting with: Aris Noble

Zaiya's lips curved into a determined purse at Aris's challenge, her fiery resolve igniting with every teasing word.

Oh, he was going to get it! The Lovalla Padawan bristled with competitive spirit, the kaleidoscopic hues rippling across her rosy golden skin now gleaming brighter than ever. Her colors had taken on a jewel like brilliance, as though responding to the playful energy sparking between them.

"Still hasn't left his cage?" Zaiya echoed, her brow furrowing slightly in confusion as she tilted her head at him. Her curiosity was clear in her voice, though she quickly adjusted her footing as he guided her into the next rhythm of the dance.

"I'm not distracted!" she insisted, flashing him a mock serious expression that quickly melted into a goofy, pointed look. "Just curious."

Her words turned into a beaming smile as the music swelled around them, the lively tempo urging their movements to quicken. Aris's confident smirk only fueled her determination, and she couldn't help the way her fingers danced idly along the edge of his shoulder, brushing against the colorful fabric of his cloak -- and just faintly grazing the warmth of his skin beneath.

"Besides," she added, leaning slightly closer, her tone laced with playful defiance, "let's see if you can keep up!"

With a flicker of teal shimmer dancing over her spots, Zaiya surged into the dance, her steps nimble and fluid, practically daring Aris to match her pace, her giggle floating up between them, tinting her cheeks a slight pink at the giddy joy she felt being with him.

This was great. It was nice. A bubbly, effervescent feeling that made her feel as if she was floating on cloud nine while being in his arms.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Red Dress

Valery stood silently for a moment, her amber eyes narrowing as she watched the scene escalate further. The playful evening she'd hoped for had turned into a tense display of pride and tempers, and her patience, though considerable, was beginning to fray. Her hand instinctively moved to rest over her stomach, a subtle but grounding gesture as she took a steadying breath.

"Love," she said softly, her voice calm but carrying an edge of strain. Her hand found his arm, fingers curling gently around it as she glanced up at him. Through their bond, the depth of her weariness and quiet frustration flowed clearly, as if carried by the Force itself. The weight of the night and the tension in the room were becoming too much, her pregnancy amplifying the toll it all took on her.

"We need to stop this," she said, her tone almost pleading, though her expression remained composed. "It's getting out of hand."

She turned her gaze to Thirdas and Roman, stepping forward slightly but remaining close to Kahlil. Her presence radiated authority and calm, though there was an undeniable firmness in her voice. "Enough." The single word was sharp but not harsh, commanding attention without raising her voice.

"Thirdas," she said, her eyes softening as they met his. "I understand your frustration, and I respect your honor and the sacrifices you and your men have made. But this isn't the time or place for this." Her tone shifted, carrying a note of compassion. "Let's not forget why we're here. This evening was meant to bring us together, not to drive wedges between us."

Her attention then shifted to Roman, her expression holding a motherly mix of disappointment and understanding. "And Roman," she began, her voice firm but kind, "You're better than this. You have so much potential, so much to offer, and I need you to take responsibility for yourself, even in moments like this. Let's not make this a memory you'll regret."

Finally, her gaze returned to Kahlil, seeking his support as she stood between the two men. "Let's calm things down and enjoy what's left of the night," she said, her voice quiet but steady. Through their Dyad, the undercurrent of her emotions swirled, a gentle plea for him to help her ease the situation before it spiraled further.

She was too tired for this.

Kahlil Noble Roman Vossari Thirdas Heavenshield | OPEN!​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Formal Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

The great hall of the Jedi Temple shimmered with the soft golden light of force reflections, like chandeliers casting gentle lights against the polished floors. The air buzzed with quiet conversation, the swish of robes, and the faint hum of music.

Aadihr hesitated briefly but found himself guided by the subtle aura of her joy that surrounded Azurine Varek . With a small nod and smile he led her by the hand through the throng of conversations onto the polished floor. Their steps were a quiet prelude to the unfolding melody.

Aadihr began with a deliberate grace, placing his steps simply so that Azurine could follow his lead. He felt her initial insecurity giving way as she attuned to the motion and the proximity of his aura.

"Just warn me if I step on you, okay?”

“You’ll do fine,” Aadihr reassured as he leaned closer to her ear so she could hear him over the music, “I find it helps to listen,” he continued softly, his tone as measured as his steps. “To the music. To the Force. To the movements of my partner.”

Aadihr did not give Azzie time to respond as he picked up the pace, leading her deeper into the throng of dancing pairs without the need to see visually to avoid colliding with them. Aadihr found himself smiling at Azzie's joy he vicariously felt through the psychometric resonance of ber touch.

The first few steps were simple, really. a steady sway to eased her into the rhythm. Then, with a sudden shift in weight, Aadihr led her into a turn, his hand gentle yet firm over her head as he spun her. Azurine twirled with surprising elegance, her movements becoming even more confident as they fell into sync.

“You adapt quickly!” Aadihr said, both as a statement of fact and a compliment. Aadihr felt a bit mischievous as he ramped up the complexity of the dance, testing how long Azzie could keep up - he found she wouldn't be quick to stumble, and any missteps she made were easy enough for Aadihr to avoid being caught underfoot without the need to look down to feel her motions.

Spoiler: Azurine and Aadihr Dancing

As the music swelled, Aadihr guided her into another spin, the fabric of her dress fluttering briefly before she returned to his side. Aadihr kept his movements fluid but intentional, his awareness steadfast for every shift in her balance and energy. This wasn’t about control—it was about harmony. Through her aura, he could see her confidence building, her initial restlessness transforming into focus.

Aadhir found that Azurine began to anticipate his steps, matching his rhythm with an ease that surprised him.

Before long, the movements of the pair became a seamless exchange, the boundary between leader and follower blurring as they followed the rhythm of the music. When Aadihr lifted her into a gentle dip, the motion was so effortless that he barely noticed the transition. He paused for a moment, admiring the bright aura that enveloped Azurine. As if by proxy he could feel that same elation reflected in himself.

The music softened to a close and Aadihr brought her upright and hesitated, caught between the lingering warmth of the dance and the growing awareness of the crowd around them.

Aadihr struggled to find words that wouldn't ruin such a perfect moment. He cleared his throat and returned his hands to his sides, settling on a comically over-formal “Thank you, Azurine Varek, for the dance” with a slight bow.

After an awkward laugh when the tension released, he continued, “I promise I’ll find a time when we can sit down and I’ll answer all your questions about my eyeless face - but first I should return the favor and guide you to Grandmaster Noble, yes?”

Aadihr once more offered his hand, suddenly feeling nervous again.

Azurine Varek​

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Thirdas Heavenshield | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble

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Roman's sunk to a seat, his ginger hair a dishevelled mess against the hard metal of Thirdas's hand. The giant's menacing presence, coupled with the sudden shift in the atmosphere, had sobered him up a fraction. He still felt a fuzzy warmth inside, but the air of defiance had evaporated, replaced by a confused and slightly intimidated awareness of his predicament. Thirdas was a force of nature, and Roman, despite his Jedi training, felt like a particularly clumsy pup in his presence.

"She's... she's training with your father," Roman mumbled, his voice slurred but somehow carrying a hint of defiance that was quickly quashed. "I'm not saying he took her, you... you..." His words died in his throat, the insult caught between his teeth as he saw Valery and Kahlil approach, their expressions a mix of concern and disapproval.

A grin spread across Roman's face as Valery addressed Thirdas, her words sharp and clear. He'd been hoping she'd step in, and her presence was a welcome balm to his suddenly bruised ego. He stared up at Thirdas with a newfound arrogance, a brief flicker of rebellion sparked by her words. But that arrogance quickly faded when Valery fixed her gaze on him, her voice a mixture of disappointment and understanding.

Roman's eyes fell to the floor, a wave of shame washing over him. He hadn't meant to upset the Noble pair, hadn't intended to cause such a ruckus. He'd simply been enjoying the night, minding his own business before Thirdas had barged in, ruining the evening for everyone. The brute was making him look bad – and that, Roman knew, wouldn't stand. He'd pay for this, one way or another. Or maybe Roman wouldn't even remember this whole ordeal in the morning, who knew with all the alcohol sloshing around in his system?

"Sorry, Masters." Roman mumbled, his voice thick with the remnants of his drunken state. "You won't hear another peep from me the rest of the night. I promise." He mumbled this into the night air, not daring to make eye contact with Valery or Kahlil. He knew he'd messed up, and whatever the consequences, he was ready to face them – or maybe, he wouldn't even remember to face them come morning.

 

[Sazo Vass]

Sazo continued sipping on the wine, back to the bar, peering over the assembled Light-Siders. The venue was lovely, the atmosphere was divine; it felt good to be away from it all. It felt good to be Sazo- not of the Jedi, not of the Vass, just a girl, oogling boys her ag-

...Wait, what?

Sazo's face reddened as that stray thought shot through her mind. She stifled a giggle, then sipped the wine. Glancing down at her glass, she raised her hand to the bartender, to signal for a refill.

That's when she felt it. A tell-tale sense of impending doom. Something that made the hairs on her arm stand up and goosebumps break out. Turning around slowly, she scanned the room and let out a shriek, startling the other patrons and getting her the evil eye. No, Sazo wasn't looking at them.

No, she was looking at Master Serys, who had been occupied with another- pretty handsome, they'd have to trade notes later- Jedi, was staring daggers at her. She couldn't hear her, but she could see that she saw her sneaked the wine, and was telegraphing that she was none-too-amused. Sazo could sense an incredible punishment brewing when they returned to Selvaris.

"Ma'am? Here's your refill", said the bartender, sliding it her way. Sazo looked at Ran. Looked at the drink. Looked back at Ran.

Oh hells, I'm in trouble already, no use letting this go to waste.

With that, Sazo snatched the drink, and ran as fast as she could in heels(which to say, was not fast as Sazo seldom wore heels), the click-clacking of the heels somehow echoing throughout the dance hall.

Ran Serys

 

[Aris Noble]

"That's for him to talk about, if and when he wants to."

He probably shouldn't have mentioned the cage to begin with, but Zaiya was as much Ayhan's friend as Aris was. Mm. That was complicated. And not his place. He smiled instead, focusing on Zaiya. If something was wrong, there were many Jedi here who could help both Mahsa and Ayhan. And- Aris blinked in surprise as Zaiya stepped up the dance. She wasn't just going to let him lead, then? Her grin and giggle only made his own wider. He matched her steps, his own emotions bubbling with joy through the connection they currently shared.

"You know I can keep up, but how long can you last? You're going to get tired and slip up."

He taunted, his eyes filled with mischief.

Zaiya Ceti

 

[Kahlil Noble]

This had gone well overboard for what it was. Kahlil let out a sigh before he gently wrapped an arm around Valery's waist and turned her from the argument. She'd spoken what he was thinking himself. Roman clearly had a couple too many. He certainly wasn't a fan of the idea of that being someone dating Annalise. Valery's Padawan's might as well be his own children, even if he didn't often interact with them. There were plenty of other people to talk to.

Perhaps when Roman sobered, they could have an actual conversation later.

Valery Noble | Roman Vossari | Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Jack Wright]

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(Tag: Lily Decoria )

"Hm. Naboo, beautiful place," Jack noted the obvious, smiling down with full-blown indulgence, as he answered regarding his own story. "Knight, I recently transferred from New Cov all the way to Corsucant. Believe it or not, this was my planet of birth."

And indeed, all this time, home felt like home. Granted the memories weren't altogether... Pleasant, but he saw no need to ruin the atmosphere, offering Lily another heartfelt twirl, her presence and magnetic energy drawing him like a moth to a flame. Opening up more and more, the further the night progressed, yet had no ego to only have it be solely about himself.

"How is Naboo this time of year?" The Knight would inquire, tilting his head in open curiosity. Showing his emotions on a platter, "As peaceful as its lakes?"

 

[Azurine Varek]

Take Tonight

Outfit: Dress | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

Azurine wasn't necessarily sure what she had expected when she'd agreed to dance, but it certainly wasn't something that was almost magical. She barely remembered the few dances she had ever been taught before as a child—given her mother was a diplomatic advisor—because she never paid attention to it then. She certainly stumbled a few times, having to recover from nearly stepping on her own foot or tripping by trying to correct herself. Every time she stumbled, though, Aadihr had made up for it and worked around it as if it didn't matter. Her gaze stopped wandering, stopped trying to watch herself, and finally locked with his face.

“You adapt quickly!”

She found herself laughing, a bit of that chaotic energy flashing through her eyes. "Is that all you've got, or are you going to keep holding back on me?" She teased with a bright grin. He was blind—she'd seen the proof of it—but he moved like he wasn't. It piqued her interest more and more with every step. As if on que, he picked up the pace. She could handle it, that feisty fire that lit up her eyes burning through her aura as well. Even when she did make mistakes, he was able to make them look intentional, not drawing attention to them but incorporating them into the dance itself.

He's clearly kind. And gentle...

She found herself looking away again, a weird feeling picking up in her stomach. Despite that, her brain instantly rationalized it as having had too much sugar for the evening because it couldn't be anything else, absolutely not.

Before she got the chance to think on it any further, Aadihr was making her laugh again with his overly dramatic bow. The distraction was more than welcome, and she was glad to be able to share it with a new friend. "I'm going to hold you to that, you know! No getting out of it now; I'm too interested." With that, she took hold of his arm to head out. Maybe they could come back later and talk or something, but she was already so late as it was she didn't want to miss everything before she'd even got there.

"How do you do it?" She asked as they finally left the hall before she could really think to stop herself, thinking about how easily he could weave through a crowd. "The way you see the world, I mean."

Aadihr Lidos​