Faction Hapes Charity Gala [Jedi and allies]

[Thelma Goth]

Location: Hapes
Objective: Have fun
Tags: Silas Westgard
Attire

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"Uhhhhh... no."

Thelma narrowed her eyes in suspicion, but smirked and didn't press the matter further.

Of course, the music playing when they arrived on the dancefloor was slow. Thelma was dismayed at first, cursing her luck. But when Silas took her hand, it was easy to forget that anyone else was around. Her focus was entirely on him.

She settled into position, with her other hand resting on his shoulder. Once she was secured in his arms, Thelma began to move, slowly at first, one step at a time. But as soon as they had got the hang of each other, she cut loose, dancing with a preternatural grace, almost gliding across the ballroom.

A question was forming on her tongue. Finally, she gathered up enough courage to ask it.

"Do you like me?"

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[Cailen Corso]

HAPES CHARITY GALA
A Star Wars Story

Location: Hapes Charity Gala; Castle of Per'Agthra
Tags: Corazona von Ascania
Objective #3: Secure the gala
Soundtrack: Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts
Appearance: X

Cailen tried his best to hide his surprise, but Cora would certainly see that he'd expected her to feel some degree of distaste. Instead of explaining himself, he offered her a humble smile and a slight bow of his head.

"So, you and your family gather equipment from old ships to be repurposed? How useful! That must require a deep knowledge of starship components and their various models."

"It does, yes, but it's one of those things that you sort of pick up and never forget. The more time you spend around starships - the more you familiar you get with them - the easier it becomes second nature," he elaborated with enthusiasm.

There were many things he didn't miss about Anaxes: The thick, polluted air; Loud industrial machinery; The crowded spaceport; The bullies who tormented him. But despite all of the vices of the shipyards, Cailen desperately missed the simple pleasure of picking a forgotten starship clean of useful tech.

He made to continue, but a buzz from Cora's holopad caught both of their attention. His own had pinged several times in the last few moments, but his focus on the gala - and Cora - kept him from checking the device. Cailen scanned the ballroom over, visually sweeping the guests as he allowed his partner a moment to attend to her holopad, but the nudge she gave him recalled his attention. When his eyes returned to her, his heart sank.

Something was wrong. He could sense it not only in her, but as a faint pang in the Force as well.

She positioned her holopad so that he could glimpse the troubling headline that scrolled across the news report.

"That…is not good."

Cailen gave a brief, subtle shake of his head as he peered around at the guests once again. The majority of them were still dancing, drinking, or conversing, as if nothing else in the galaxy mattered. Some wore the same concern that he and Cora did. Word would spread quickly.

Luckily, just as the attack had come across their radar, one of the Jedi Knights present at the gala raised the security team over comms.

"Padawans," he cut in over the comm channel. "This is Jedi Knight Lónan Lodral. Let's not alert the attendees just yet. Fan out and keep your eye out for disturbances. Report anything you see. As the news inevitably spreads, your calmness and control of your emotions will be paramount."

Cailen nodded as he received Knight Lodral's orders, his eyes on Cora.

"What do you think the Queen will do?"

"I don't know," Cailen answered quietly, hoping his uncertainty wasn't overly apparent. The last thing the guests needed to see was a lack of control.

"But keep your guard up."

 

[Amanda braska]

Location: Hapes | Castle of Per'Agthra | Ballroom
Wearing: dress
Tag: Maxir Vancil Anniser Dannstac

She gave maxir a playful look "oh a trap and avoiding trouble so much for force basics I guess it's gonna be a sparring session" she joked taking a glass of champagne. She hated these events for more than one reason the alcohol never phased her due to her genetics never mind she could go shot for shot with a wookie or gamorean. And the food portions where basically non existent.

She smiled at maxirs comment about taking it easy tonight so he could be ready for the training session. Plus how this was work "if you save me a dance I might move your training session back a day or two" she teased. As anniser spoke up she smiled at her "anniser thank you and you look fantastic yourself" she said.

This was one of the closest events she had come to meeting royalty "I'm with maxir on this one that the queen-mother wouldn't want to meet a couple of jedi and she is busy but the anti force user attitude if the citizens doesn't help either" she said standing there.

 

[Maeve Linahan]

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For much of the gala, Maeve had been practically melded to the shadows, moving between one alcove to the next, wandering between the guests like she belonged.

She had arrived dressed like royalty. Sandy hair loose at her shoulders, cheeks rosy with blush. She wore an emerald green dress flaked with gold and she was draped in enough accessories to put a Rimworld princess to shame, which was exactly the point. Maeve was in disguise. She’d come to the gala under the pretense she was there to participate, when in truth, she was serving alongside the security detail, and on a inconspicuous note.

Most of the others had done the same, of course. Finely tailored suits, jackets festooned with jasmine flowers, sparkling dresses the color of midnight. They blended in well among the crowd, and perhaps far better than Maeve ever could. Because while she was dressed for the part, acting the role had been a different story.

She didn’t socialize. Didn’t laugh or smile or uncork bottles of champagne. She couldn’t risk clouding her judgment with the sickly sweet wine that was making its rounds through the party. She was a Jedi Knight, and more importantly, on guard duty.

She couldn’t waste time having ‘fun.’ It didn’t suit her.

Her paranoia worsened when she felt it, too: a stab in her head, a knot in her stomach. The sensation was only for a passing moment, there and gone, perhaps a migraine from all the pleasantries she was hearing, but she knew what it was and what it had to be. A warning. She glanced over to one of the Jedi posted in the uniform of the Hapan Royal Guard, wondering if he felt the same. It was only at spying a holopad over a girl’s shoulder that her own suspicions were confirmed.

A bombing on Coruscant. Yet another terrorist attack. She should have expected the New Way would pull a stunt like this during the gala, but on an innocent world lightyears away?

She drew an inward breath. Not far from where she was, engaged in conversation, Master Abraxas stood, worry painting her face. So, Maeve was not the only one.

"…Do you feel that?"

“Like a knife has been thrust into your ear?” Maeve suggested. “I felt it too.” She cast a glance over her shoulder, lowering her voice. “There was a bombing on Coruscant. It would seem the New Way is making an attempt to upstage the Queen's charity ball.” Or sabotage it next. She did not speak those words, but she dreaded the thought of them all the same.

“I am Maeve, by the way. Jedi Knight. Security is already on alert, but I only thought it would be best if you knew what’s happened—Master Abraxas, Master Lesan.” She nodded her head in what might’ve passed as a bow. She was speaking to a prominent healer and a veteran war hero, at least some respect was warranted. “The Queen Mother is in good hands.”

Tags: Solenne Abraxas , Judah Lesan
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[Hollis Orenn]

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Outfit: xxx​

Tag: Justice Lesan​

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Hollis noticed the frown appear on Justice's face when she mentioned her fight with the Sith. It was her way to try and lighten the mood. But she also knew that this subject had been... difficult for them to broach. Her gaze softened as she looked at him, her love and affection well apparent.​

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However, she was glad to see Justice chuckle. It made her smile.​

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She let her dark gaze wander to where Judah Lesan was with a lovely woman. He couldn't be here on a date, could he? Well, she supposed he could be. But thankfully, Justice speaking up was enough to keep her mind from going down that path.​

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"Dance?" Hollis asked, her eyes lighting up.​

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She dabbed the corner of her wide smile with a napkin and gave Justice an enthusiastic nod. "I'd love to!" Hollis hugged onto Justice's arm once more and let him lead the way. There were already many dancing couples on the floor, the swirling of colorful gowns was almost hypnotic. She had taken some dance lessons before, but she'd never been very... graceful.​

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Hollis just hoped she wouldn't step on Justice's feet.​

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Looking up at him, she wrapped her arms about his shoulders as his hands found her waist. She couldn't resist being close to him, and closed her eyes as she let her head rest against him. This was nice, just spending time together... far away from any galactic incidents.​

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Or so they thought.​

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Hollis, however, was too happy to notice that couples were starting to stop – their dance steps halted by whispered words. A terrorist attack on Coruscant.​

 

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

With a calm reassurance Brandyn walked the Queen down the stairs. Her compliment was enough to settle his nerves and bring into focus a self-belief that he had struggled to maintain a grip on. It was good to do a job well. Despite being a mere support for the Queen as she entered the fray of the party, there was a sense of fulfillment in a job well done.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Brandyn heard Aiden's words come across the private comm.

[From the information I have gathered there have been three tours that they have booked. One was ten years ago, it was cancelled due to a sort of contract dispute.]

Brandyn thought nothing of it. Three tours, and once cancelled. That means his dad was at the one that did not happen when the elder Sal-Soren was kidnapped and being held for ransom. Brandyn was on mission on Chandrila at the time of the most recent concert. He remembered the music well, frame the action that had played out in the alleys around the docks.

It was as he dismissed again the suspicion of his father that more news came across the comms. That of the attack by The New Way.

- - - - BREAKING NEWS - - - - ATTACK ON CORUSCANT - - - - SOURCES LINKED T-

He felt his back stiffen with the news as it played out in his ears. Quietly, he tapped his comm unit, signifying an immediate raising of the alert level. This meant no new guests. Extra eyes on the floor, and sweep the crowd with detection equipment before proceeding with the event.

[Second one was eight years ago and.....cancelled due to the singer having an illness.]

Brandyn paused mid-procedure. Aiden's words failed to fully sink in to his conscious mind, but subconsciously he knew what it meant. His eyes were already seeking out his father, his mother, his sisters...Cybelle, Velda...anyone. His heart rate had spiked, beads of perspiration began to run from his face.

[And just four months ago, that was the only tour that was held.]

He couldn't make the decision. He couldn't turn him in.

His father was there. The day he was there with Aeris Lashiec on Chandrila. He had felt the presence of someone familiar, but dismissed it for the sake of the mission. His father was apparently being held ransom at the time...but heard Sithspawn playing there. How did he know? Surely his captors didn't take him to a concert.

There was only one answer that fit. And it now seemed foolish that he had cast doubt over Cybelle's assertions regarding what they had already discovered. His father, Baros Sal-Soren, was in some way a part of The New Way.

He couldn't breathe.

Leaning over to the Queen, a few second after he probably should have, and even as she was greeting some of the guests, Brandyn said, "Apologies, your highness. There was been...another New Way attack. This time on Coruscant. Shall we clear out the guests?" The decision had already been made earlier, but Brandyn asked for the simple reason that he could not make a decision at this moment.

He should report his father. He should protect the Queen. But. How?

Glancing about, Brandyn sought for someone familiar. Someone soothing, but saw nothing but smiling faces greeting the Queen, and the occasional frown from those who had already received the news from the attack.

"What would you like for us to do, Brandyn? The attendees may grow anxious as the news spreads."

"Padawan Sal-Soren, is it possible to reach the Queen Mother discreetly? The news may already be known to her, but she should be informed by one of us regardless."

Brandyn tapped his comm, attempted to control the waver in his tone. "Yes. The Queen has been made aware. Stand by."

He should alert the guards to a possible New Way actor being on site. He should. It was protocol. It was the right thing to do.

His eyes fell on the dance floor. Just for a moment, he saw his mother smiling in the arms of her husband. It seemed as if a distant dream. A thing that would never be seen again. Then he saw his father's face. Happy. Alight with the glow of his wife's radiance. Time seemed to stop in that moment. The moment that Brandyn Sal-Soren decided...to keep his mouth shut.

| Lónan Lodral | Kha'la Daaray | Briana Sal-Soren | Cybelle Sal-Soren | Corazona von Ascania | Velda Nar-Donna | Aiden Porte | Blaire Sal-Soren |​

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Equipment: Outfit, Heartbeat Heels, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Concealed Sling Bag
Tags: Iris Arani Luric Ee'everwest Sinara Thorne Desric Terassi Miri Nimdok Seva Geroux

The whole event had become a blur. She didn't quite remember what had prompted her to come along. Or who had brought her along. No. No that was Iris. Or was it Luric? Her hand patted the blue fabric in the midst of her stupor filled thinking.

The small flute of bubbly water almost empty now as her pink skin flushed to a deeper pink threatening crimson.

"Where-?" Rose colored eyes turned the event over slowly. The floor wobbled slightly as feelings of unease drifted across the air.

She craned her head back slightly at the offending feelings. Her perceptions altered as she slowly brought the flute to her lips and sipped.

Such lovely bubbly water.

Thirst had made her snatch the first of the flutes she had quietly snuck off with. Finding the flavor pleasant, she wondered what the filtration systems in the palace were like to have such delectable tasting water.

The fourth flute in she had to find a sturdy wall to help keep the world from tumbling over and taking her along with it.

Her dancers grace not saving her in her most dire hour of need.

She'd been abandoned it seemed. Left in strange lands to fend for herself. Granted with the water tasting so lovely she supposed there could be worse fates. A familiar head of hair presented itself in passing as she awkwardly twirled to follow it.

Not Luric She found out after tugging on the cuff of their sleeve.

Frog blinking an apology, she slowly waddled away to find someone familiar before a group became her focus. Iris and Luric both. And Luric kissing her friends hand.

That scoundrel.

The audacity.

What felt like a small adventure was merely four generous steps as a drunk Lossa made her appearance to slap at Luric.

"No.Nuh-uh. Nosofast." She scolded with a delighted giggle. Trying to hold the flute of bubbly water and keep her balance as she leaned well over her balance and into Luric.

 

[Driver]

Coruscant

"...and I want full reports on the inspections of our inventory by tomorrow. The last thing I want is technical difficulties during deployment."

"Yes, sir!"

"You're dismissed, soldier"

Driver let out a sigh as the trooper departed. Keeping track of regular organics was far more demanding than ordering around other clones. These beings weren't bred for war, not like him. Still, the Clone War vet knew that there was potential there. He'd draw it out yet. The Sergeant Major returned to his desk, taking a sip of his caf and readjusting his eye patch. It had been an exhausting week, but Driver was confident that come time for deployment, Gorgara Company was to be a menace. There was some time to breath before then. The clone usually liked to read through the latest reports coming in from the fronts. Not much was new, aside from further conflict on Dorin, which the Alliance seemed to be "discretely" providing support. Latest accounts seemed to indicate that...

BOOM

The room began to shake violently, as if the entire planet was vibrating at it's core. Driver's instincts kicked in, immediately jumping to his feet and securing the nearest fire arm. The Sergeant Major poked his head out into the hallway to check for hostiles before turning back and making his way towards the window. Off in the distance, plumes of fire and ash billowed up into the sky. It was incredibly close, close enough that amber light from the flames cast a faint glow over the clone's face. This was an attack. An act of terror.

It wasn't long before the soldier he had dismissed had run back into the room, a panicked look plastered over his face.

"Report, private?" Driver asked, his face remaining glued to the window.

"A terrorist attack, sir," the man answered, shaken but maintaining his composure. "It seems to be in response to the Charity Gala being hosted on Hapes. New Way involvement seems likely."

"Prepare the gunships," the Sergeant Major ordered. "We need to begin an evacuation of the block. Keep an eye out for the perpetrators, but prioritize survivors first and foremost. People can still be saved if we make haste."

"Yes, sir."

As the soldier departed once again to rally whatever men he could, Driver holstered his blaster. Whatever was going on, he had a feeling that Coruscant was only the beginning. Hopefully the Hapans were prepared for such a thing. Without a second more wasted, the clone set off to oversee emergency search and rescue.

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[Luric Ee'everwest]

[Luric's Soundscape: Panic Sets In]

Gear: Lightsaber [Concealed]
Tags: Iris Arani | Desric Terassi | Miri Nimdok

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Bowing his head to Iris once more, he let her hand down gently, and gave her quick flash of his trademark smile, though if she could truly see the colors around him, she would know quickly enough that this was all an act that he had no choice but to partake in. Hopefully, he might get a chance alone with her to explain it all properly at some point within the night's festivities. It was then that both Seva Geroux and Sinara Thorne introduced themselves in kind. One of them; fair porcelain skin and an aire of both curiosity and just a touch of dismissal. "Miss Seva, a pleasure, I'm sure." he said, before turning his attention to the other; crimson red eyes and appearing to be of at least partial Eldorai decent. "Miss Thorne, to you as well. And please, call me Luric, I insist." he said with a charismatic undertone. "I hear they might even be auctioning off an especially rare piece, one of the first lightsabers ever fashioned. When they still were attached by physical cables to power-packs. I should be quite interested in seeing that particular piece, I must admit."

By the Force, how did Briana do this? It was almost antithetical to his very nature. Though, you'd never know it unless you truly knew the man himself. As the small group conversed, he felt the presence he'd been hoping would make itself known sooner rather than later. His cousin, Briana Sal-Soren , had finally arrived. She was close, and if he was right, she'd be dolled up to the nines, most likely accompanied by that soldier boy she had eyes for. It would do her good to be back in her element, having some fun, being the noble Duchess she always had an affinity for being. He still was thankful even now that their Aunt Alora had chosen her to be the heir of the family. Luric never wanted it, always feeling he was meant for another path in his life. Soon thereafter, he felt the presence of both his Uncle Baros Sal-Soren & his Aunt Teyla Sal-Soren . He was both annoyed and happy at the same time. He was sure his Uncle would have his usual tone with him, speaking down at Luric under the guise of something or other. Thankfully, Aunt Teyla would make sure his uncle behaved himself tonight, of that he was sure.

It seemed as if a majority of the family were here this night, as his cousin Blaire Sal-Soren could be felt as well, and it had been far too long since he'd seen his youngest cousin. One of the many benefits of being a student of the Living Force was his ability to recognize those he was closest to. And for all their faults, their ups and downs, their nature to act human as all others did, Luric loved his family above all else. His family was what gave him strength, and saw him through his toughest times and lifted him up in his successes. Still, he thought quietly about what might happen this night, so many of the family here, mingling amon-

Suddenly, Luric paused. He lifted a hand to his temple, as if he were in severe pain. Deep in his core, the Force whispered to him. He felt the mighty river that was the Living Force shudder and wane, if for only a moment. As if it were less than it once was and far too quickly to be anything natural. Something terrible had happened, but far from this place. Being attuned to the Living Force as he was, having studied it and pondering it's mysteries all his life, he could not help but feel this disturbance within it. Next thing he knew, comms began to go off, one by one. Reaching out, he used the Force to augment his ability to focus upon one sound alone, listening closely to a comm nearby the small group as it chirped away...

- - - - BREAKING NEWS - - - - ATTACK ON CORUSCANT - - - - SOURCES LINKED TO-​

...The New Way. The very reason this entire Gala was organized, and suddenly, the sheer horrifying precision of it all dawned upon the Atrisian Jedi Knight. All these Jedi, from Masters to Padawans, gathered here upon Hapes, and they attack the one place they know the Jedi's numbers at the moment are minimal. Right under their noses. Quickly, Luric scanned the room, and reached out into the beyond of the Force, trying to get a bead on what was going on as best he could whilst trying to save face. Yet, as soon as he did, he jerked his head back as the appearance of a very pink and excessively close hand almost made contact with his face. A part of Luric wondered why it was always the face as his hand shot up, catching the pink one as gently as possible.

"Lossa? Have you been..." he stopped part-way through his sentence as he could see the half-empty champagne flute in her hand, and the sound of her words rung through the air. Acting quickly, he did the only thing he could think of at the time, his mind going into overdrive. "Ahh, cousin Lossa. You know you shouldn't be having the champagne. Have you forgotten your allergies?" he said in lower, hushed tones. "I believe you said you always keep some of the medication with you, hmm?"

This was turning into a nightmare on repulsorlifts. Force, how he hated these dammed formal affairs.

 

[Desric Terassi]

Miri Nimdok & the group chatting over there. You know who you are.​

Had that been laughter? That was not the reaction Desric had expected, but fortunately he was not as prickly as certain others present - a certain Lord Whalon, for one. Still, he did raise a single elegant eyebrow, a quizzical expression on his face.

"Certainly sounds like it. Another time, perhaps." Preferably never; long stories featuring Adrian were rarely pleasant.

"I was close to him, yes. At least as a child," he said in an even tone, before shrugging. "The more involved he became in the Sith Order's business, the less I saw of him. Towards the end he was entirely absent - no doubt tied up working on wonder weapons to turn the war around and contingencies to save his own hide should that fail."

Smiling fondly, he leaned a bit closer. "He did come by to lose some state secrets, mind you. Funny how that happens. He may have been anticipating the possibility of having to disappear quickly."

If he had jumped ship a bit sooner...

 

[Marissa Shoda]

TAGS: Jasper Kai'el | Open

Jasper was understandably as nervous as her about actually dancing on a ballroom. One look at the other dancers already had her heart beating faster. Elegant moves, flowing dresses, low bends and perfect coordination... yeah, they were completely outmatched. With his mechanical hand on her shoulder, Marissa leaned a bit more into him with a nervous grin. "I mean... I can dance... but it ain't nothing like this. I'm a street dancer... not... whatever this is. Waltz or something, right?" She spoke as she looked up at him.

At the mention of finishing their drinks, Marissa threw etiquette out the window once again by knocking back the expensive drink. Hopefully they didn't have to pay for their drinks at the end of the evening...

Her eyes turned bright blue as she stared off into nothing for a moment. A quick holonet search on the basics. "Come on, robot boy, let's go. I got a basic sequence here but... yeah, we're gonna fall." She snickered as she took his mechanical hand and pulled him along to the dance floor.

"Okay... one hand on my hip... and the other..." She took his hand and stretched her arm out, while the other rested on his cybernetic shoulder. Glowing blue eyes stared at him along with bright red cheeks and an amused grin. "If you want, get your datapad out and hold it under my jacket. Bit more discrete. I got my HUD to walk me through it." She muttered softly.

Once they were set, Cricket waited for him to make the first move... and immediately managed to drive a heel down onto his toes. "Oh kriff... sorry..." She snickered as her forehead planted into his chest to hide her embarrassment.

 

[Kat Decoria]

Location: Enroute to the charity auction
Outfit: Dress
Tags: Aveline Cuiléin
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A charity auction sounded interesting and while Kat wasn't usually one for auctions and checking out what others were willing to sell, it was for a good cause and she rather attend that than trying to find a date for the ballroom. Having gone to several without a date, she knew that she was going to absolutely refuse to attend one without a date. Her dress had been selected by her sister once again and it was certainly something that she knew would impress some. Her hair was styled elegantly with jewelled hair pieces and some family heirlooms that her sister had managed to sneak in there as Kat pressed her red lips into a smile and thanked the driver to the event for such a smooth ride. She looked around the place and couldn't help but acknowledge what an impression location this was. It had the familiar feeling of royalty, wealth beyond imagine and elitism that she felt when she had previously visited the Echani queen's palace.

Smoothing her dress, Kat looked around and tried to spy some familiar faces, there were a few Jedi that she recognised and there were others that she knew were going to be in the ballroom, she was curious who would be spending money at the charity auction. There might be some in the Galactic Alliance that she had meant that could fit the bill, but she was never too sure. Spotting one Padawan on security duty, Kat smirked, it was clear that Aveline was working which was a shame in terms of holding a conversation that could last the evening or at least find someone to drag around and ask their opinions of the items that were being offered. However, there was no harm in saying hello to the Padawan.

Wandering over, Kat smirked, "looking good there Padawan." Kat said in no nonsense tone. "Hopefully you are working hard tonight." Kat laughed a little and winked to Aveline, "hopefully you have been keeping well Aveline." She finally said in a softer, friendlier tone.

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Location: Ballroom
Outfit: Dress
Tags: Open to interaction | Cybelle Sal-Soren

It had taken a few moments longer for Cybelle to catch onto what Dreidi was attempting to be subtle about and she was glad that the woman would play along with her. It was a chance to interact with someone new and not spend the time having to have droll conversations with some of the elites around here. She was never one for societal, or political, conversations and being brought up in a family of Jedi, she had mostly known that. Her mother was supposedly of royal blood but the graces of royalty never really stuck with Dreidi when it came to it in the end. Instead, she worked with what she had and ensured that she was as fun as she possibly could be.

"Well, Brandyn will just have to try pout! If he didn't give up and lose our last sparring match against me, then I would likely not have much in terms of teasing stories about him. But alas, I was able to beat him in front of a load of other Padawans." Dreidi joked, she noticed the look shared between the two earlier and merely mentioning his name had changed Cybelle's demeanour which was clear evidence of the relationship between the two of them. Dreidi was pleased that Brandyn had someone who cared so deeply about him, she did think it was silly of him to be on security duty instead of dancing with the woman he cared about. "Anyways, I figured that talking about Brandyn might break some ice between us since he was someone we both knew to some degree." Dreidi smiled warmly.

Moving as elegantly as she could through the dance, Dreidi letting her body flow with the music, letting her talents with dancing come through, "Pleasure to meet you Cybelle. I'm Dreidi Xeraic. Jedi Padawan like Brandyn and also a witch." Enjoying the music before noticing the change in attitude and the hushed whispers among people before she noticed the announcement of a bomb going off on Coruscant and narrowed her brow, it was not good that the New Way were able to get an attack off like this, especially getting one so well advertised. Looking over to Cybelle.

"Do you need to go? I don't think there is much I can to help the situation from here but I understand if you need to go and sort something out." Dreidi stated, unsure what to do or what anyone else was aiming to do about the changing developments.

 

[Judah Lesan]

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Wearing: xxx
Weapon: xxx x2
Tag: Solenne Abraxas | Maeve Linahan

Judah nodded. He understood what the Hapan Jedi was suggesting. While he believed there were times which required passivity, Judah mostly held the conviction it was better to help the force along. In this case, the noble needed a lesson in karma, not that Judah believed in it. There were times which Judah simply believed that he was karma. It was not a very Jedi like mentality, but Judah had never been a typical Jedi despite his dedication to the light.

"Terrorist organizations change, they morph, become something else, but they never run out of steam. You had just said something about small minded people. I believe that would apply to those who turn a blind eye to the New Way. I wish they would, but perhaps a more direct intervention is required to see that come to fruition."

It was both a statement and a question. Judah believed they needed to be stopped, but he did not want to seem overly zealous on this opinion unless he was certain the woman next to him shared it. They were both there for the same reason, in case they needed to act, but neither were taking an overt or direct action. Judah was a shadow, and it was not his way to act openly and blatantly. Solenne, she seemed to be more diplomatic in her thinking. He could assume her path, but did not want to.

He chuckled as the woman teased him in return. Had he called her old? No, but she definitely had found a wide opening in the way he phrased his compliment and question. His head shook, partly as an answer, but also in amazement that she volleyed a joke his way. It seemed even though they were relative strangers there was a small amount of comfort or courage to engage in a certain level of banter.

"My dear, if that were the case I would think the compliment would ring even more true, and I would have to add you do not look your age at all."

Judah was never afraid of doubling down. There were moments he could go too far, and his face had felt the sting of it many times. Even in his older age he did not seem to slow down in his flirtatious attitude. There was rarely any harm in it. Were Katara still alive the energy would be entirely focused on her, but those days had long passed. Judah had finally allowed himself some closure, perhaps because the relationships that seemed to fall apart with her death had recently been mended.

There was a wisdom hidden in her words. She was acting on her own, and out of personal interest. She did not see the need to involve others or bore them with a charity event that may prove to remain dull. He was about to respond, but something heavy shook him. The smile which had been plastered on his face grew calm. A thin line, almost cold and stoic , replaced the curve of his lips. Judah displayed a trait which rarely rose to the surface. He was serious.

He nodded.

"Yes," his answer came before a knight came forward and informed them of the news. She introduced herself, somehow knowing who they were. Working security had its benefits.

Briefly Judah turned to find Justice Lesan and Hollis Orenn . He was curious if they had felt the disturbance, but being so young and still in training he doubted it would rock them in the way it had crashed on the Jedi Master. As long as they were not disturbed he would feel better about the situation at least.

"This was a diversion then," Judah answered with conviction. "And it is exactly what I would have done. We need to ensure those here remain safe, and mobilize a response."

He turned to address the other master directly.

"If you wish to return to Coruscant immediately, my ship is already prepared to leave. We could be off the ground within fifteen minutes."

 

[Iris Arani]

"Old weapons, new weapons. They're only ever used to harm, and yet people are willing to buy them as works of art. I wonder how much the blood they spilt changes the price." Iris did as she always did. Spoke her mind without care or desire to play the part of noble. The same couldn't be said for Luric, though. She watched him, his colors. Frowned.

"If you don't like pretendi-"

Something changed. She blinked, watching the colors around him darken. Then throughout the room. Something had happened. An attack? The report close by answered that.

She clicked her tongue. So much for her intent to get in good with the Corpos.

"The Jedi still at the temple will have this handled. There's far more there than here." Or at least, those she trusted to handle this matter. Jand, Cailex.

Zak Dymo.

Her expression dipped for a moment before she turned. Zak was still on Coruscant. "We'll have to find a different time for a date, Luric. Preferably one where you don't look so miserable."

Then she was gone, weaving through the crowd to get to an exit. Her ship. She needed to get back.

Seva Geroux | Luric Ee'everwest | Sinara Thorne

 

[Kha'la Daaray]

Wearing | Hapes |
Brandyn Sal-Soren Alicio Organa Amani Serys ​

After making her way down and looking around, Kha'la soon enough spotted someone approaching her — a couple who she had never met before, so she knew they weren't going to be Hapan nobility. Alicio Organa was the first to speak, and she greeted him with a polite smile after taking a brief moment to give her two guests a more thorough look-over. Everybody had done their best to be dressed appropriately for this evening, but she couldn't deny the beauty in their appearances.

"I can't say I have either but it's a welcome sight," Kha'la said, her voice strong but kind. Alicio then introduced himself as the senator of Alderaan, and she immediately understood why he had such good taste in fashion. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Senator, and you as well, Mrs. Serys." She briefly glanced at Brandyn after the introductions but he seemed awfully busy all of a sudden, and she noticed other guards nearby being a little tense as well.

"The event is everything I had hoped it to be and mooor-" her voice trailed off as Brandyn Sal-Soren leaned in closer to share the news about the attack. A deep frown settled on her face, and for a few seconds, she considered her options. She could cancel the night and send everybody home, thereby giving in to what had happened. Alternatively, she could take a stance and allow people to make the choice themselves but there was still a potential risk to safety.

Finally, she let out a sigh and turned to Brandyn, "Do not clear out the guests yet. I want everything thoroughly inspected by security before we create more chaos. Please arrange a microphone as well, and I'll make a statement from the balcony shortly." Kha'la looked at Amani and Alicio with an apologetic smile and dipped her head. "Apologies that our meeting was so short, I had looked forward to learning more about you. But there is something I must attend to."

​

 

[Miri Nimdok]

Tags: Desric Terassi
Attire
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"A funny story, too," she added, letting a bit of her smile peek through. "But best saved for another time."

She sipped the champagne once more—it was really an excellent vintage—and listened. Desric had evidently realized she must've known Adrian's allegiance, so he didn't bother trying to hide it. Miri initially thought he was being rather bold, given that they were at a function with a large Jedi presence, but it soon became clear that he was deliberately distancing himself from that aspect of his brother's life.

"How exactly does one lose state secrets?" she asked, puzzled by the wording of his statement. Files could be deleted and memories could be erased, but it didn't sound like Desric meant that sort of loss.

 

[Aldric Laurent]

Valery Noble
​

"Mmhmm," Aldric hummed knowingly as he watched her spin. They came back together, and he considered himself lucky that she hadn't caught sight of Silas during that time, before settling back into the dance. His good looks had their uses.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," He chuckled, before she pressed a kiss against his lips. Val then stepped back, putting enough space between them for Aldric to spin her back to his side, and pull her into a dip. He leaned in close, when the hubbub around them suddenly became a distraction. Aldric looked up curiously to see people gossiping about some new development. He gave Val a sheepish smile before reaching into his pocket to check his datapad, quickly seeing the same thing as everyone else.

Aldric sighed, almost annoyedly, "Attack on Coruscant. Of course."

 

[Maxir Vancil]

Location: Hapes | Castle of Per'Agthra | Ballroom
Wearing: Suit
Tags: Anniser Dannstac | Amanda braska

It seemed avoiding the trap was not as easy as admitting that Amanda looked fantastic. She always seemed to have something to show Maxir. The fact that she handled alcohol a whole lot better than he did, was something he’d learned quite early on in their relationship. The fact that her discomfort was something that Maxir was able to feel through the Force he wasn’t sure if that was attributable to their growing bond or the fact that she was really uncomfortable. Either way he would do his best to put her at ease knowing that he was the reason she had even made an appearance.

“Did you really think I would not take advantage of having you here in a dress like that and not take you for a spin around the dance floor?” Maxir asked with a grin. “More than one if I have my way. Especially if it will postpone training for a bit and allow me to have a few drinks to enjoy the evening to the fullest.”

Maxir gave Anniser a smile as Amanda agreed that meeting the Queen Mother might be a bit much. “Maybe later,” I said with a smile before offering an arm to Amanda.

“So Master I think it’s time to show if you can dance in a social situation as well as you do with a lightsaber in your hands,” Maxir stated with a smirk. He had been trained in all sorts of dancing so he would take the lead for once. As they made their way to the dance floor there seemed to be a lot of whispers and commotion throughout the ballroom. Maxir had left his comm behind not expecting to need it. “Wonder what’s happening?”​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Castle of Per'Agthra
Tags: Marissa Shoda

"Come on, robot boy, let's go. I got a basic sequence here but... yeah, we're gonna fall."

"Awesome," Jasper laughed as he was dragged along to the dance floor, quickly finishing his drink.

Marissa seemed to have looked up a basic guide with her cybernetic eyes, which was still the coolest thing ever. In a matter of moments, she was quickly giving him the rundown on how all of this was supposed to work. One hand on her hip... her hand on his shoulder, their free hands joined and slightly lifted... and they were off.

Jasper couldn't help but snicker a little when she had mentioned hiding a datapad under her jacket to cheat a little. Of course, they were stepping on each other's toes soon enough. Shoda's heel came down on his foot, though not in a way that caused him much destress. Marissa was clearly embarrassed, pressing her forehead into his chest to hide her red cheeks. Jasper, hand still on her hip, pulled her slightly closer, touching the top of her head with his forehead.

"We'll figure it out," he assured her. "And if we don't, who cares? It's not like we'll see these people ever again. Oh!"

The blonde Jedi lifted his head, a goofy smile spreading across his face.

"I have an idea," Jasper told her. "Stand on my feet. Can't step on any toes if you already on them."

It was, undoubtedly, very stupid, but maybe just stupid enough to work.