Imperial Remnant (PM with questions)

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Aboard Wren'goa Station

((OOC: All guest will be screened for weapons and asked not to indulge in active force use of any kind. Please be on your best behavior.))

Duke Decimus Meridius of Crina stood at the entrance as was his custom to welcome the esteemed guest of the Imperial Remnant. His Imperial dress uniform was pressed and cleaned to perfection as he stood beside his aides and other esteemed members of the empire. His white gloves on his still strong hands were folded behind his back and a small smile adorned his aged visage.

An orchestra was already playing softly in the ballroom at one end while the round tables sat at the other for guest to sit and mingle. A full bar was at their beck and call as black and white clad wait staff moved about to take orders and offer drinks. Holo images of imperial vessels and scenes depicting Imperial units providing aid to its citizens. Pictures of famous admirals, generals and the Crinan royal family adorned the walls.

The Duke shook hands with or bowed to guest and offered a few words if the guest were inclined to talk the Iperial leaders and Crinan king and queen sat in their box above the crowd as the ball began.

[member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Julius Paceus"] [member="Ikki Ike"] [member="Aurna Vern"] [member="Felicity Simmons"] [member="Tiberius Saye"] [member="Kraz Bavelc"]

 

[Skyler]

[member="Decimus Meridius"]

She slapped the hand of a security guard away from her purse.

"Excuse me, that is not a weapon. Get your hands away from my slide bundle. Your fingerprints will ruin everything! Do you even know who I am?"

"Uh, no ma'am. We were just given orders to search all the guests...,"

Felicity clutched her clutch a little tighter. She went to adjust a set of glasses on her face but stopped midway, remembering that for the first time, she was wearing contacts. "A sample collecting kit is not a weapon. You'd do well to remember that. I am THE head scientist, so step aside. And don't even think about frisking me."

To think she had transferred over recently to be treated like this.

How rude.

She was making enough of a commotion to catch the eye of, well, anyone in the immediate vicinity.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Ey dame," came a singsong voice, with the sort of high-pitched lilt common to native Rodese speakers.

Pauul Farrlo strolled up to [member="Felicity Simmons"], one ear stalk swiveled back. The Rodian wore moderately appropriate clothing, for what high-society would term a 'thug'. Plain jacket and pants in several shades of light brown still marked him out as a bit of a commoner.

"Yuz wuldn' kno' 'bout anybuddy whoz a goner in 'ere, would ya?"

Compound eyes stared at the human female. Of course, those multi-faceted eyes might be staring everywhere else too.

A black-clad Gran lagged behind, blinking dumbly at empty hands that he kept opening and closing. He missed the feel of Class A thermal detonators in them, their spherical surfaces cool to the touch, thumbs on the ridges of the activation switches.

"Don't mind Punchy, he just gets a lil' ansy when he can't have 'iz toys, eh?"

The Gran nodded mutely.

 

[Tiberius Saye]

The ball was a nice relaxing change from the past few hectic days. It hadn't been a week since Tiberius warped out of hyperspace almost 800 years in the future. And not just him. His entire battle squadron had warped out too. Apparently the entire squadron's relativistic shields had failed due to a clever piece of sabotage. Now Tiberius was marooned in the future. If only time relativity allowed you to go back.

Obviously, he had been in for quite a shock when he discovered just how far the Empire had fallen. Only an almost infitesimal fraction of the former Empire remained. What was left was corrupted by alien species. Other Imperials might have shifted their views to more progressive ones, but Tiberius was set in his ways.

He decided it was time to mingle with the rest of the Imperials. He left his loyal friend Captain Dodson behind at the bar and moved around the room. He couldn't dance of course; he had spent his spare time overseeing torture and upgrading his ships. However, he would have to learn to change.

He spotted a woman making a fuss over near the security and decided to head over. He might as well help keep order as he socialized. At least he would be a little comfortable that way.

[member="Pauul Farrlo"] [member="Felicity Simmons"][member="Decimus Meridius"]

 

[Skyler]

[member="Pauul Farrlo"] [member="Tiberius Saye"] [member="Decimus Meridius"]

Face soured as her vengeful-gaze turned on the Rodian and the Gran. Oh, gross. A rodian and a gran. "I...what?" Nose scrunched up a she saw the fidgety sub-species.

"You'll do well to work on your basic, sir."

Three-six would be appalled if she didn't at least try to treat this non-human with some respect. But it really wasn't so much that he wasn't human. It was more because he didn't seem that well educated. The guard at the door finally motioned Felicity through.

Finally.

She clenched her arms into her sides and went to inch around the Rodian and his friend, being very careful about keeping her bubble of space intact. "Ex--excuse me. If your friend wanted party favors he should've gone to king and queen's son's sixth birthday party."

Obviously, the Rodian's original meaning behind his words was lost on the flustered and uppity imperial scientist.

 

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[member="Felicity Simmons"] [member="Pauul Farrlo"] [member="Tiberius Saye"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Julius Paceus"] @Ikke Ike [member="Aurna Vern"]

Decumus frowned at the commotion before him and approached with the calm "in control" demeanor that had characterized his military career. His boots like black mirrors tapped marking time his long strides as he drew close to the blond woman that by all accounts was absolutely brilliant in her field.

"Doctor Simmons!" he exclaimed with the kind of pleased excitement one would expect of a host, "How good of you to have come. Please forgive the door men they must have forgotten their place as well as their list of privileged guest."

He gestured to the room and the various tables. His eyes sparkling with something that could have been pride or amusement. "Would you please come and enjoy yourself." He said with a tight lipped smile, "I've heard much about you and your run in with rebels at your last assignment. We are so pleased you're safe." His glowing photoreceptor left eye focused and dilated, "I would love to hear more about your work when you've the time."

He looked to the others that she had been speaking with and gave a nod. "Please come in and enjoy yourselves, um, gentleman."