Independence Day | CIS Dominion of Fondor

[ToKola Bakari]

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Location: Streetbar | Objective: Eat | Wearing: This | Post: I | Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"]​

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"Yibambe!" The roar could be heard across the table, just before it was broken in half by one of the large Sandali men standing among it. He had taken a shot of something rather strong and was showing his pleasure in the drink. As the table folded, collapsing onto the ground, Cardinal laughed audibly at the display. The Sandali behemoth was ordering another, quick to experience the rush of good liquor once again. Cardinal sat in his booth, his arms laid over the leather cushions as he watched the men enjoy themselves. The Sandali men were shirtless and many of them sported a number of brands and tattoos that showed their commitment to the Jiwe tribes warrior ways. A rowdy bunch, however the owners were not exactly upset with the display. Before hand Cardinal had paid a generous sum to allow his band to utilize the bar for their own needs. Still...that was the fifth table. These things could not be cheap.

Cardinal muttered as his eyes flashed from one Sandali to another. "One...two...three..." He counted them until he arrived at twelve, then he relaxed back into his booth, wrapping his hand around the large mug of ale that had been set down for him. Twelve Jiwe warriors had left Sandala with him, eager to see what the galaxy had to offer. They had been impressed by Cardinal's strength, however that was not all that impressed them.

[member="Madalena Antares"] was....an appreciated form on Sandala and many of the men there had wanted to claim her. Of course, to do such a thing required they go through Cardinal. Some had tried, all had failed. Yet, when they realized there was a galaxy full of women of all forms, as well as powerful warriors to test their metal against, they were eager to accompany the Confederates off world.

Still, it was no easy task to wrangle Sandali warriors, especially members of the Jiwe. They were impulsive and based their decisions on emotion as opposed to logic. They made for excellent drinking partners though. The music that played in the bar caused Cardinal to chuckle once more, a number of the Jiwe were gathering in the center of the building, slapping their hands along their thighs in a rhythmic manner, while stomping their feet on the ground. They were drunk and overly excited, but the expressions on their faces were priceless. As Cardinal downed a bit more of the ale in his mug, he looked around a bit. He wondered just where Madalena was, hopefully she would join them soon. In the next minute, the chanting began. Cardinal looked up and saw that one of the warriors had raised his fist to another, slapping it on his chest in a challenge. The last time two Sandali got into a fight on a planet, Cardinal had to expend a good deal of his credits to reverse the trouble....of course he had been one of the Sandali, but still it was a costly affair.

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[Madalena Antares]

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Wearing: This
Tag: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]

An appreciated form on Sandala indeed. Knowing tonight the would be celebrating along a dozen warriors that had left the planet to follow Cardinal, Madalena had carefully selected her attire for the night to accentuate exactly what it was that those Sandali had appreciated about her body. There was no shame in her whats'o ever.

She had purposefully let her man leave ahead without her, knowing some time with his men would be well appreciated. An hour, she decided. That would be sufficient.

And she had been right.

Madalena smiled warmly as she entered the cantina, every step emphasizing the curve of her hips and behind, a confident look upon her face. Glowing green eyes scanned the area, noticing some of the warriors that were on the floor and she shook her head. It seemed that whatever the culture, wherever the planet, boys would always be boys.

Finding Cardinal, the Sith Sorceress slid next to him in the booth, pushing the mug away as her lips found his instead, and purred deeply into him.

"Who's winning?" she asked when the kiss broke, her body snuggling deep into his as she looked at the warriors, "and who needs a little hug to rekindle his spirits?"

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

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Location: Near the Shooting Star Dunking Booth​

Tag: [member="Vyra Silara"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"]​

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Since Thyferra the auburn haired Nabooian woman had been on administrative leave. Not for doing anything wrong, really, but for doing her job. Apparently, there was something to be said about needing a psych evaluation for slicing through civilians without knowing whether or not they could be cured. Naedira scoffed at the insinuation. Dead was dead. The people that she’d frozen or otherwise dismembered were anything but curable. She’d felt that much in the Force. If she hadn’t of acted, swiftly, the way her Knight Commanders instructed, the infection would have spread.

More people would have died.

With that in mind she’d made a show of attending events in an unofficial capacity to show that she was well-rounded. Why, exactly, was she on the chopping block when [member="Alkor Centaris"] was free to get his sociopath on? What, because he’d been assigned paper-pushing from orbit?

Unfair. It was a blemish on her record that annoyed her. A mistake, taken from the higher ups, that the time off that had been “suggested” to her was actually “mandatory”. Excellent.

With that in mind she stood amidst those enjoying a street fair. Most everyone was gawking at someone she loved, though, it wasn’t as if she could blame them. [member="Vyra Silara"] was likely the prettiest woman, regardless of race, that she had ever known. When they’d been younglings, she had idolized the current Queen of Relovian to the point of thinking her entirely infallible. She’d wanted to be just like her. Nae had tried. Failed, but, she’d tried.

Rather than trying to dunk her cousin or respond to the taunts from the man running the show she just leaned on the railing and gave the royal a small wave. She could see her sitting with the poise of a statue, with her back so straight, that it was even more tempting to send her into the waters below.

People were lining up around the block. Anyone with eyes knew it wasn’t because of the prizes. Even if it was part of a star. Everyone had come to see the Queen.

There seemed to be something in her head that evening, though, she couldn’t really bring herself to worry about it. A celebration of the existence of the Confederacy was something to be proud of. Mostly, she was. They’d fought in so many wars, so many battles, and somehow seemed to come out on top. Chestnut colored eyes, flecked with topaz, ran along the water. Hesitantly, she reached for her comm and pinged the Knight Commander that she hadn’t really seen since he procured the pre-requisite hot chocolate.

<<If you have time—You should check out the Shooting Star dunking booth.>>

She didn’t bother to explain. He wouldn’t care if she did. Only, she had never seen anything that looked like her cousin before. Something told her Centaris wouldn’t have either. Everything to do with him felt so steeped in duty and shadow that…It was hard to imagine him taking a moment.

Little did she know he was already sneaking off to enjoy the skyline on the Caterpillar.

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Guild Tower​

Objective: Socialize and enjoy the party
Wearing/Equipment: Tunic, Fashionable Gauntlets,​

Ring of Blades (Worn over Gauntlets, Left ring finger),​

Mantle of the Pilgrim, Ciniel
Tags: [member="Lucina Sunstryker"]​

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Voph grinned to himself. "And I never said you used a lightsaber." He held up a finger. "But, I did observe that you do not carry one. So you get partial credit." He raised his glass to his lips and took another sip. It was good that he did now, not later, else he might have spit on some poor unsuspecting soul below. Mandalorian. He felt his lip curl instinctively as she mentioned her involvement with the Crusaders. "Hmph. I suppose that explains a lot."

Voph's head turned to the side ever so slightly. "Didn't realize their standards had sunk so low. Begs the question, are you here because Mand'alor kicked you out, or are you one of those idealists that thinks everyone will be singing and dancing under the banner of a new Mand'alor?" Sunstryker. Not a clan name he was familiar with. If it even WAS a clan name. Voph turned back to the scene below him, brow furrowing as his mood dipped. His mannerisms and tone adopted a faint hostility. Though the exact nature of his displeasure at the revelation that Lucina was a Mandalorian wasn't clear. "You can call me Voph. Viceroy of Vylmira."

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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Post: II | Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"]​

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When the fists began to fly, the other Sandali warriors actually did something that impressed Cardinal. Those who had been no more than innocent bystanders trying to enjoy their night out, were ushered away from the fighting by the Jiwe brutes. This caused his brow to rise in a bit of surprise. Generally, the Sandali were not known for their cordiality. No, they were more known for their ability to throw and take a punch. Still, this was a step in the right direction, perhaps they would not break so many things this t-.

SLAM!

As one of the warriors lifted the other, slamming him into a table filled with Bantha wings and Corellian Ale, Cardinal rolled his tongue inside his cheek while making a matter of fact expression. "Well....six tables." He muttered to himself. His mug was lifted to his lips, however it never found home. Instead he felt a warm sensation rush over him as Madalena slid into the booth with him. Her lips were sweet, welcomed as he kissed her whole-heartedly. When finally she drew back he would offer a warm smile to the woman. "I'm winning." He said, wrapping an arm around her as she slid into his lap. He pulled her into his chest without a second thought, pressing his lips to her temple ever so briefly before glancing back at the fight occurring in the center of the bar. "Oh, you mean them....I believe Khemu is winning, although he did just get slammed into a table." Cardinal tilted his head as he looked to the men, trading blows in a such a manner that spoke to the fight's recreational nature. It almost seemed as if they just wanted to bust each other up, not far from the truth.

"How are you, my Yua?" Cardinal asked, glancing down from the fight to turn his eyes to the form that was before him. She had dressed in a way that showed off every piece of her body that the man had come to love so much. His hand went down the small of her back, until it firmly gripped her backside and then his eyes lit up at her. "They're enjoying Fondor. At least the liquor, they're really loving the liquor." He gestured to a rather unkempt pile of glasses that laid by the barside. The barkeeps were struggling to clear the number of glasses in time to replace them with fresh ones, though they did not seem overly concerned as most of Cardinal's men drank straight from the bottle anyway.

The man pressed his back into the back of the booth, though he nearly winced at the raw feeling that covered his back. Though it was covered, his back was yet raw from receiving his own Jiwe markings, a good number of them that marked him as a warrior of the tribe. "It's been an adjustment, coming back to this after spending our time on Sandala....honestly I miss my homeworld. Everything here seems so complicated compared to home."

 

[Damsy Callat]

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Form: Humanoid Location: [ above ]​

Outfit / Equipment: Casual attire / wrist comm / sidearm / leg exoskeletons​

Tag: [member="Darth Metus"] [ open to join! ]​

Post: 03​

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"Wait wait wait! Not that way!!"

Damsy came to another screeching halt to watch her drone go vertical, apparently bound for an open window or balcony on the thirteenth floor. She shifted on her feet nervously as his form disappeared from view, but he was hurdling back soon enough, landing folded up in her arms. "Too cold for ya?" she asked with a chuckle before walking towards the building's proper entrance.

After ascending the elevator, she stepped out onto the floor, and Squish crawled over Damsy's shoulder onto his charging port. She idly helped him on as she neared the closest window. They were so high. Nothing but buildings and little beings stretched into the horizon below.

She took a deep breath. It had been a while since she had looked out a building and saw anything but stormy seas.

It was good, just different.

Suddenly a firework detonating high in the night sky caused Damsy to step back. She tripped over something and staggered back before catching herself on the floor with a hand outstretched behind herself. For the time being, she seemed content on remaining on her haunches and canting her head to one side. It wasn't a weapon, judging but the lack of panicked response below. Nor was it a lightning flash, because no one sought shelter.

 

[Chikako Liona]

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Location: Guild Tower
Objective: Hopefully meet people
Wearing/Equipment: Standard dress
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"]

The young ruler turned her head towards the approaching figure, cocking her head to the side with a small sense of curiosity. Had she not been Echani Ahron's new look would have raised the question 'do I know you', thankfully personal looks came second to how a person move. Though the man had changed his movements were still the same, quite easy to identify in a casual setting such as this where it was the goal to make yourself known to your fellows. Still she had to wonder why the man wished to converse, on usual occasion Adron was preoccupied with other matters or a women whom she had yet to know the name of. Such quires would be out to rest, Chikako taking this chance to socialize with the man before other tasks pulled him away.

"Greetings m'l'rd pleasure to see thee this day",she replied in a proper voice fitting of most nobles, giving her better a polite curtsy. "I wouldst expecteth as much from a p'rson in thy position, as the cis grows more and more planets cometh und'r out control, I wouldst not bee surpris'd if 't be true the vicl'rd one day did expand out bureaucratic positions to bett'r runneth the gov'rnment" Until then the trust of running the victory and other matters would fall upon the Malvern name, though if she was to have a say, said man was the only one capable of filling such a task. "Also prithee doth not apologies f'r want of a visit, Tythe is still 80% inhospitable waste land, Tatooine wouldst beest a more exciting lodging to visit, but in two years things shall undoubtedly change"

Perhaps by then the rocky stripped mined lands of the planet would once again flourish with flora and fauna, a monumental task, but one she was determined to see though... perhaps in that regard her youthfulness was a good thing. "As f'r an esc'rt i assume thou art not ref'rring to mine own royal guard but company f'r this evenings events. Alas i has't few acquaintances within the gov'rnment to spend time with so the present day i am by myself" Her time as a witch being too short to make any proper connections and her time as a Vicroy yet to yield anything. She cleaned her throat, putting those thoughts aside, directing her gaze back towards Adron. "I seeth thou art by yourself too, such is not and oft sight, art thou not expecting company"?

 

[Kerstan Blackmoore]

Location: Street Entrance​

Wearing: xxx | w. [member="Áine"]​

Another day, and another celebration. Kerstan found his feet carrying him through the crowds of Confederates wondering how he found himself among them as often as he had. Thyferra had been interesting and fruitful. His goal had been to leave with a sample of the tainited bacta, and the antidote, which thanks to the woman currently on his arm, he had. Dark eyes looked to his left, down toward the fiery creation at his side. For the first time since he had made her, the two had acted and behaved as partners, not creator and creation, and it made Kerstan zealous for more. She was perfection. He still marveled at how he had been to make something so, and yet his experiments and creations did not end. Already he was being tasked with creating more, and then his own project. Áine would be instrumental in all of it.

Kerstan was dressed more than he likely should have been for the event, but his position and pride would not let him dress in anything less than what he wore. This was a celebration of a group which had made themselves a dominant force in the Galaxy, a personal alliance he needed if ever he wanted to take Indupar’s throne for himself and his house once more. The red suit was a fitting color, designed to complement and play off the hair of the woman he had created, and whom he called a lover.

The distinct aroma of street food filled Kerstan’s nostrils as did the smell of the various alcoholic beverages being sampled by the celebrators. This was not a fancy looking environment, but the atmosphere lent well to the types of things Kerstan found himself doing when he wanted to enjoy life, or discover a new culture. The best way to do so was to sample the food and drink their people had to offer. It wasn’t just the food prepared by the chefs which catered to the wealthy, but the foods made in the street by the people made it their livelihood which made the atmosphere what it was. This was what Kerstan wanted to see.

“This is not the fancy halls you have grown accustomed to, but sometimes what you find among the common is truly extraordinary.”

His eyes lingered on the green hue of Áine’s eyes before they moved on the plethora of food carts which littered the part of the city they were perusing. On the surface his comment would seem like a lesson, which it was. Kerstan felt most of their training the first twenty nine years of her life were spent on the finer things of life. He had failed to teach her how the common places often hid treasure simply waiting to be discovered. While Áine was the perfect embodiment of perfection, she was made up from the genetic material of common species to the galaxy.

He motioned toward one of the carts which had an assortment of finger foods arrayed in a clever pattern of their own. There was creativity which seemed to breed among street vendors, and seeing how their minds worked often bred creativity in the minds touched by the creations they sold. Perhaps Kerstan was there for inspiration, or maybe he was trying to spark something within what was his. Either way, there was always a reason Kerstan did everything. Áine did not have to know. Kerstan’s reason was much more simple than anything suggested. The man simply wanted to do all that he could to make up for the 500 years they had lost because of damnable pride.

“Here try this,” he said as he picked up fried dumpling which was filled with ground meats and green onions. “I promise you there is plenty to sample, and nothing like what you are used to perhaps. In many ways it might even be better.”

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Post: II
Tags: [member="Chikako Liona"] [member="Alessandra Creed"]

It was a refreshing feeling, of course. To hear the rich accent of true nobility. The nobles on Illyria were still a touch rugged and were in need of refinement. Of course, he could not complain too much. When it came to military might they were all practiced and hardened warriors that could stand on their own two feet. Something he valued more than well groomed table manners. She spoke of the weight of the CIS and Adron nodded in agreement. "The Vicelord prefers to consolidate the power of his office, in a way that grants the systems as much autonomy as can be spared. When systems remain somewhat independent it allows them to retain the very things that make them key to the Confederacy as a whole. I'd expect you understand this very well, my lady. With Tythe being such a unique planet, it's Imperium must enjoy a certain level of autonomy."

The Exarch allowed a brief smile to come over his face when she spoke of Tythe in such a manner. "Diamonds and coal." He said simply, before tasting another bit of champagne from his flute. "Besides, I'd sooner see Tatooine set to fire than set foot on that world again. It does not exactly hold a number of fond memories for me." He ran a hand, ever so briefly, over his abdomen where once his counterpart [member="Srina Talon"] had ran him through with her lightsaber. It was a lifetime ago, but the sting of defeat was ever present in his mind. The Galactic Empire had survived the invasion, yet most of Adron's garrison had fallen during the invasion and he himself was injured for a time.

"Then stand alone no longer." The Exarch said simply, snapping his fingers as a nearby servant passed by. He replaced his empty flute with a fresh one, also taking one for the princess and holding it out to her with a welcoming expression. "Here, it's a fine champagne." He offered warmly.

When Chikako spoke, this was met with an approving nod. She was young, but quite perceptive for her age. Most who took notice would know that the Exarch seldom traveled alone. There was usually one of two women to be found with him. Though his fellow Exarch was often in close proximity with him it was more often his own fiancé who stood by his side. "I am hoping my company will arrive soon, still for the time being I thought I could learn a bit more about the Princess of Tythe." It was true, because as the Exarch spoke his mind turned to the Force, allowing it to wash over her. The Force was present in her, perhaps not fully under her control, yet she was quite obviously aware of her gift. "So tell me, how long have you practiced your use in the Force?" He asked, curiosity leading his inquiry.

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Skywheel​

Wearing: xxx | w. [member="Daisy Americus"]​

Kaden rolled his eyes at the quick retort coming from Daisy’s lips. He found himself chuckling and smiling at the same time as well, so he must have also found it funny. In truth the teasing and banter was fun, light-hearted, and not meant to harm. Kaden seemed to be able to take it in stride, though this was something he was still learning. His whole life he had never entertained the thought of anyone other than who life had seemed to pair him with. There were certain things Kaden had experienced which were only shared by one other person, and Kaden had only begun to open up to Daisy about what those were. He loved how light-hearted she made things. It breathed a perspective of life into his lungs he was not used to.

“If you need alcohol to see it, then it likely isn’t there,” he said sticking his tongue out at the blonde before he tossed the ball which had secured the prize she was holding in her arm as the two walked hand in hand along the other booths toward the section of the carnival which had the rides. The point was to have fun. Kaden just nodded. Fun was a word with a different meaning to him. Getting so drunk on tihaar that a brawl broke out in the main hall, that was fun. Leaping onto giant mech, or some kind of gargantuan creature that was trying to kill you, that could be fun. This carefree kind of environment, Kaden had never experienced it before, and new could be fun also.

He smiled when she tugged him toward the circular ride. His eyes looked down to see the shoes on her feet, allowing the errant thought of how women could actually be comfortable in heels like that, let alone walk in them. When the arrived at the ride, the carriages did not seem to be secured by much, and he could not help but think that people were likely taking more of a risk getting on the contraption than they were fighting an invasion. The man who was afraid of nothing felt a little nervous about getting into one of the carriages with Daisy. It was not because of the way they were constructed, but because he could feel the tension between them. Their bond was close, and on occasion he could feel a small touch of what Daisy was feeling, confusion.

Kaden had no way of knowing that she was guilty because of whose Kaden had once been. All Kaden knew was that to him, nothing seemed more right in the world. He was attracted to the young blonde, but he cared for her deeply. The sandy haired warrior had been wounded so deeply that to find he could still care for someone after, it was like a healing salve to a gash he thought would never mend. As they reached the ticket taker, Kaden ensured that he managed to pay before Daisy could even try. There was no way he was letting go of her hand. Despite the hesitance expressed in taking it, this was the first touch they had shared which had not made her jump out of her skin. Kaden liked it.

The two sat in one of the carriages that was opened up for them. There was a goofy sort of grin on Kaden’s face that he was about try something new. Daisy would likely see the wonderment written all over his face, and as they slowly moved up and round as each new passenger was loaded, a moment came where they were at the top just looking out of the city. It was beautiful. “This is nice,” Kaden said turning his face to look at Daisy. “I am happy you said yes, even though I know that… well… things can seem complicated. I just..."

It was the second time in as many days Kaden had tried to say what he felt, or what he was thinking, and just trailed off. The man who feared nothing was afraid just admit that he had feelings for the blonde, or explain that Yasha had broken their vows before he died. There was nothing that connected him to the Mandalore anymore. She had ensured of that.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/y6IbqOMj9Po

The latch shut and sealed behind him almost as quickly as he slid between the attendants to secure a pod all for himself. Luckily they had a clear visual on his security clearance, or they might have impeded him. For Alkor, a quiet moment alone was precious and near impossible to find.

So when he got a buzz on his comm, he frowned. The ride had already begun ascension and warned for the riders to buckle themselves in for safety, but like all good instructions, Alkor ignored them. He shifted his weight skillfully as the lift shot skyward, maintaining balance as he read the words on his Datapad.

"Dunking booth?" he spoke up incredulously. It sounded like some type of game or ridiculous. [member="Naedira Darcrath"] had been in some kind of mood since Thyferra. Everytme she saw him, there was a scowl on her face. At least, that was how it seemed. He had thought to give her some free time at no expense for her troubles at the Rejuvenex facility, but time off only seemed to foul her mood more than the Undead had.

He would never understand the Inner workings of the female mind.

The Knight Commander paused as the skyline seemed to come to life around him. He only took notice of all the colors when they seemed to stand on even footing with him, and even then, they continued to shrink until they were beneath him. Neon and florescent lights intermingled with a multitude of colors and monolithic buildings to create a cityscape that for a moment seemed to rival Golbah.

But only for a moment. It was not that fleeting beauty that captured his eyes or commanded his attention. Alkor watched the skyline recede and the stars blink back into existence beyond the light pollution. He felt lighter than air as his pod raced across the sky in a controlled, but satisfying pattern.

Alkor's eyes were distant, and his expression was vacant. He remembered the sensation of flight, and his first and only interaction with the Corellian skies. He watched Coronet recede into obscurity as he flitted away, a migratory animal without any intent to return. What did it mean to be free?

The myriad colors that seeped into his pod reflected off the streaks of moisture running down his cheeks as bittersweet memories whispered in the Corellian Exile's ear. It was a moment best not shared with anyone, and it had been perfect.

Alkor wiped away the stains from his face and took a seat, finally ready to finish the ride.

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

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Objective: Party
Location: 13th floor
Tags: Looking for partner

When you were Keira Cerdulan, every day was a party. Of course, sometimes that notion ended up not quite moving very smoothly, such as profuse amounts of drinking the day before the party rather than well...during it. Regardless of this fact the pilot didn't go and cower away from the thought of a good and energetic mash: albeit, she did wish she had once she finally reached the 13th floor.

The lights hurt her eyes and the music more or less pounded in rhythm with her head. But, such was the side-effects of living the good life. Nothing that a little spice couldn't fix, finding some pleasantly "empty" corner she could do her dirty work, Cerdulan gave herself a nice whiff of new energy. Before rather promptly realizing, this booze was infinitely too rich for her tastes.

But, booze was booze, and the somewhat displeased lunatic had decided to simply go to the closest thing that vaguely resembled a bar and make herself comfortable. Watch the crowds, see some people: or whatever those people were looking like in her current state.

 

[Faye Malvern]

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Location: The Guild Tower - Balcony | Wearing: [xxx] | [member=Darth Metus] - [member=Valencia Hadley]​

As the hiss of the turbo lift doors disappeared into the beat of a heavy bass, Faye remarked just how different this kind of party was to the ones she had frequented of late. Where there should have been a marbled ballroom there was a dance floor bathed in erratic neon lights. Where there should have been fine gowns and tailored suits there were threads of a much more casual design, ones intended to allow the wearer to move freely. Even the music was different. Faye felt it in her chest as the thumping rhythm rattled her rib cage, perfectly in time to the snaps and bangs of multicoloured fireworks. Fantastic shards of light, tinted in a red and green hue, danced across her sun kissed skin as she picked her way across the edge of the dance floor.

Faye hadn't found herself in such a place since her youth, and she had long since forgotten the last time she had a night of freedom. There was no pressing matter to attend too, no delegates garbed in fanciful clothing to greet, no meetings to plan. This party served no other purpose than to allow the people of the Confederacy to let their hair down, and Faye would try her best to do just that. The night itself held numerous causes for celebration, especially for Faye. Her rise in the ranks of the Confederacy had been speedy and, much to her own surprise, she had been found worthy of a place amongst the Ministers that stood by the Vicelord's side. Tonight, alongside celebrating the Confederacy's Independence day, Faye had promised herself that she would celebrate her own success too.

For once, instead of the opulent ballgowns she usually preferred to wear, the raven haired Serrenian had opted for a crimson thigh length dress that hugged her curves. It was a stark contrast to the flowing mass of fabric she usually dressed herself in, and she was keenly aware of just how uneasy it made her feel, but a cursory glance of the other attendees outfits told her she had made the right choice. A ballgown would have looked entirely out of place. The only thing she refused to leave behind were the shimmering silver jewels she so often hung from her body, each piece catching the dazzling array of lights as they passed over her frame. Before too long she found herself nursing a crystalline glass of blood red wine, eyes keenly searching for the shadow of someone she recognised.

Illuminated by the bright flashes of light that overtook the hall with each impressive firework, Faye finally found what she was looking for. As her the silver heels strapped to her feet carried her through the crowds of party goers, it was hard not to catch the infectious atmosphere of the party. Everyone had nothing but smiles to give and the jovial tones in their voices were far from forced. Though at the present moment she could feel nothing but nerves, Faye knew that the night's cheerful air would eventually take hold. 'I think the balcony would be perfect.' She answered the Vicelord's question as she arrived at his side, gracing his cheek with a softly placed kiss. 'I'd love to be able to actually hear you both properly.' After the cursory greeting she offered to her friend, Faye turned her onyx eyes onto the woman she had yet to meet.

'You must be Valencia.' The volume of her tone raised just a little to carry out over the fresh beat that invaded her ears. A tanned arm reached out to offer her hand in greeting to the beautiful blonde. 'I'm Faye.' Metus hadn't told her much about the woman, save for that they would be meeting tonight, but from her the logs she found in the Confederacy's database Faye knew Valencia was an impressive woman. Faye was more than eager to get to know her beyond the impersonal details listed in official logs. 'It's so nice to finally meet you!' She accompanied the statement with a friendly smile that saw her painted lips rise to reveal pearl white teeth. Now in familiar company she was eager to get the night started. The party would soon be in full swing and, as she drained the glass of her chosen drink, Faye reminded herself she was simply here to have fun.

 

[Bryce Americus]

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Every trip to a big city was an adventure for Bryce Americus. The tall buildings, bright lights, and so many people crowding around things he never saw back home on his farm. This time was no different. Fondor City was celebrating something Bryce had no idea about but he was certainly glad he decided to make a rest stop here. Only one thing attracted Bryce more than good food and that was a pretty girl in short shorts. Considering there was none of those around, Bryce's full attention was on all the food.

"Damn, where to start?" Bryce said to himself as he looked over all the food stands. So many scents entering his nose at once. His hunger grew by the minute. So, instead of trying one, he started trying everything. From the Mon Cal Squid Bites to the Mustafar Hot Wings, Bryce had himself a plate stacked with food. When he couldn't fit anymore on there, he found himself a nice little table outside of a restaurant and started picking apart his plate of food. There were things he has and hadn't heard of before him and he was excited to try all of it.

Bryce started with an odd morsel the vendor called 'Bloody Warts'. It was an odd name but Bryce was open to trying anything. He took a bite out the little ball of fried dough and instantly knew why it had the name it did. A ball of fried dough filled with muja sauce, a red jelly normally used for waffles. The amount of sweetness hitting his taste buds was overwhelming. "Chitfire, that ain't too bad." He finished the bloody wart then starting scouring his plate for more to test out.

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[Gerwald Lechner]

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Location: Shooting Star Dunking Booth​

Wearing: xxx | w. [member="Naedira Darcrath"] - [member="Vyra Silara"]​

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There were many familiar faces which had arrived to celebrate the founding days of the Confederacy, and Gerwald Lechner was among them. How could he avoid the celebration of the one group that had single handedly changed the course and direction of his life. There were memories attached with decisions he had made in the time he had spent among them. Some of those decisions had been mistakes, where there were others which he would happily repeat. Life was like that, but Gerwald refused to regret anything, though it was hard. Being among the Confederates had meant Gerwald often spent less time with the people he wanted, or the ones he cared about. One of them had been sort of a mentor, and definitely a friend.

[member="Naedira Darcrath"] knew what it was to want something out of life that could not be attained by remaining where one was raised. It was not for that reason the two had an understanding of each other. A battle meld had left them mentally bonded, something which did not completely span the distance of all the stars, but the closer they were the more the more it became clear the other was close as errant thoughts pinged their minds. Usually Gerwald did his best to keep his thoughts private, but today, he let his thoughts out only for the one who would sense them the minute he came close. Gerwald could not recall the last time he had spent any significant time with his friend. His last memory had seen him in a suit, and showing off the way he could actually dance after having been caught lying several times about the matter. That night had also seen him apologizing more times than needed for not being on Eshan. Gerwald still felt guilty to some degree he had not been there.

He sighed knowing the guilt he sometimes felt was a symptom of something deeper, yet Gerwald remained guarded. After the thing he had experienced it was clear Gerwald had a difficult time knowing where the line was when caring for someone and what was or was not appropriate. That was one he wished to have again, the ability to say no both women, or at least one of them. As it stood he was with neither, and Naedira encouraged Gerwald to remain unattached for a time. Attachment led to heartache as it was from what he could tell, and Gerwald hated it.

She was close, and Gerwald looked for her as he drew near. Once he spotted her, a small wave was offered as he pointed to the dunking booth. A rather stunning example of just how beautiful women could be sat on the bench poised as the victim. Gerwald should have recognized her as the Viceroy of Relovian, but Gerwald had never been the studious type. [member="Vyra Silara"] was not dressed how anyone would imagine royalty to be, and while it seemed that others who knew better opted to avoid hitting the target, Gerwald paid for the three leather bound ball and took his shot at the target. No one ever said he was good at throwing a ball. His skills had always been in close quarter combat with melee weapons. A soft, but frustrated sigh escaped his lips as motioned for the carnie in charge of the dunk tank.

"Hey... how much to just walk up and push the button," he asked with a small wink.

The two haggled around for a bit, but when they finally reached an agreement, Gerwald plopped his thoughts into Naedira's mind.

"Hey check this out," he said unaware this was her cousin, and with a grandiose and demonstrative gesture, Gerwald pushed the button which would drop the queen into the tank.

 

[Áine]

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Location: Street Entrance - Fondor City | Wearing: [xxx] | [member=Kerstan Blackmoore]​

Kerstan had promised her a night to remember, and so far the beautifully decorated streets of Fondor City were delivering. Áine found herself marvelling at the aggressive colours that danced over her pale skin, changing hues with every step they took. Somehow each market vendor had managed to make their stall look entirely different to the one next to it, but they all displayed brightly designed decor and tempting smells that caught her attention no matter what their product. Whilst the night held something vastly different to the lavish lifestyle she was used to, Áine had always been a willing slave to the temptation of something new. Even through five hundred years of life, she still found herself surprised at the things she had yet to discover. Her time with the Confederacy had so far provided her with all that she had grown accustom too but she craved a taste of something different, and that was just what the streets of Fondor City was going to provide.

Overtaken by the sound of booming voices peddling their wares and jovial laughter from the people who joined them in the throngs that wondered the streets, Áine's eyes did not relent in their exploration. Even at the sound of her creators voice trickling into her ears. 'I don't doubt it. I find myself blown away by what you can find when you step away from luxury. Simple things are often the most beautiful.' She remarked in sweet bird like tones, expression still bright with the excitement that surrounded them. In truth, what made the night perfect, was the chance to spend time with the man who had gifted her the very air she breathed. Though their reunion had not been brief in any sense of the word, the subsequent months had seen them too distracted by other tasks to put aside a day or two together. So far their only meetings had been by pure chance, and even then they found themselves working instead of enjoying each other's company. This time they were able to focus entirely on each other and not some outlying objective.

In all honesty, it was with some chagrin that she accepted the fact that she wanted to spend time with Kerstan. Though their relationship grew stronger every day, the wounds of the past ran deep. Áine was in no haste to forget about it, or to allow Kerstan to do the same. The crimson haired woman was still coming to terms with the intense claim she felt she held on him, and like wise him with her. It gnawed on the side of her that longed to hunt, that side that longed to be free so that it could continue unimpeded, but Kerstan was trying harder every day. The more they met the more he did to comfort the worries of the blood thirsty assassin and to ease the pain he had once caused in her. For the first time that night, Áine drew her dazling emerald gaze from the street vendors to her creator, though he was much more than that now. Ironically he had become exactly what he had told her he would on the very first day she stepped out of the pod. A guide, a creator, a friend, a lover, a master, and, though she was loathed to admit it, a god.

Despite all that, Kerstan still looked much the same as the day he left her all those years ago. He was perhaps the only face in the Galaxy Áine could claim as truly familiar. She allowed her stare to travel the rest of the way, taking in the tailored crimson suit that clung to his chest. Though some might have considered them moderately over dressed for the occasion, neither creator or creation would allow themselves to be seen in anything less than the finest. Áine had draped her flesh in a flowing white dress in an effort to combat the heat that hugged them closely. Twinkling silver jewels sparkled against the neon shop signs, littered randomly over her porcelain skin. Together the pair were a stark contrast to the people they brushed elbows with, but neither would have had it any other way. They were both designed to stand out. For Áine, the most eye catching thing about Kerstan were the chiselled features of his face. It seemed even the great creator could not avoid the cheery atmosphere they thrust themselves into, and despite all the darkness in him Áine thought he rather suited the subtle but telling smile he wore.

When she finally found his eyes again, it did not surprise Áine in the least that his deep brown gaze had been observing her the whole time. Part of her would have been offended if it hadn't. To reward him she offered a dazzling smile that dimpled her cheeks and lit up her entire face, though the sense of wonderment her expression for the street they walked down was not lost. A sudden shift in his movement brought her round from the trance his enamoured stares had placed her under. His rumbling baritone danced in her mind, music to her ears as he offered out the tasty treat for her to try. Elegant even in the way she ate, Áine wasted no time diving into something different. A delighted hum of appreciation left her lips as her teeth tore through the soft dough Kerstan's fingers held out. A burst of flavour danced across her tongue, eliciting a beaming smile from the porcelain skinned woman. 'Delicious...' Her tone poured sickly sweet from her mouth as her tongue chased the lingering taste left behind on her lips.

Once satisfied, Áine once again found her emerald eyes tracing a path from the food to her creators own. Her slender frame swayed as she stepped forward, reaching a hand up to push the remaining half of the dumpling to Kerstan's mouth. 'It's definitely something I never would have thought to try.' A smirk played on her lips as she took a cursory glance at the other things the vendor had to sell, though it was not long before she returned to Kerstan's comforting gaze. Often hidden away behind a graceful expression and purposefully elegant movements, Áine's childlike excitement bubbled to the surface as she spoke. 'Will you find me something sweet?'

 

[Layla Solari]

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Layla traveled the galaxy. She always had, bouncing from orphanage to orphanage. Most of the time, she just pretended to be a space brat, catching rides where she could. Life was pretty fun. Sometimes she worked as a mercenary, other times pickpocket, other times hired assassin, oh the options were endless! However, as luck had it, right now and for the last few weeks she had been a band member! The drummer of her favorite band, the White Stripes, had “disappeared” after a night of drugs and drinking. No one was sure where he had went. But, Layla was there, a small trained drummer. Besides, she had worked with the White Stripes a few times before, so when they ran into each other, it was a match made in the stars!

A few concerts later, here they were on Fondor. It was the CIS' independence celebration. That same CIS that had turned a blind eye while those twisted karking scientists created her. Whatever, there was going to be lots of food. And lots of people. At the end of this little adventure she had every intention to be quite full. As they stood on the stage, she felt her blood quicken through her body. They had dressed her up in a more fitting outfit. Though, the bracelets, choker and backpack were always there. As the show began, Layla manned the drums like an expert. The way her body worked made it really easy for her to quickly keep up with everyone else, and she had practiced endlessly.

It was a fun hour, with thousands in attendance. They were not the best band in the galaxy, but, it was always enjoyable to see how many came to see the performances. When done, the lead singer/stringer ruffled her hair. “Good job out there Kid.” As the ever present groupies came rushing around, she gave them a grin and lifted her hand in a fist. “I'm out. Not going to cramp your style! Go wild boys! There is an entire planet of food waiting for me!” The guys laughed and she turned with a flourish before marching to a bathroom. She quickly changed again, to blend in a bit better, combed out her hair, and took off. She knew that the guys would get drunk, high, and have fun with their groupies. She wanted no part in that.

The jacket she had put on was a bit heavy, and caused discomfort, but, the city planet was a tad chilly for her. As she slid up to a food stall, she slapped the counter. “Two churros, and one chiptas!” She slid the credit chips over, and happily devoured the delicious treats. She practically hopped from one stall to another, bounding with excitement. In the darker shadows, she would slide some of whatever she got into the backpack to be devoured by the nanech. However, even as the hunger in her stomach was satisfied, the other hungers were still ravenous.

She looked into one of the restaurants, after feeling a very strong force presence in the area. Her eyes locked on [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] and [member="Madalena Antares"] . As delicious as they would be, they would pose far to strong of a challenge. Besides, she was a sucker for romance. She had never killed a couple...well, not while they were on a date at least. Head ducked back outside, and she hummed happily. However, there were a lot of drunk party goers. If a handful of them disappeared, oh, no one would ever know what happened. Or even that anything had happened, if she was careful.

Her hands went into her pocket, as she followed a pickpocket through the crowds, watching as he took the credits of unsuspecting people. He also had a bit more force potential than average, perfect. For now, Layla was content to hang back and just wait for the right time.

 

[Chikako Liona]

Location: Guild Tower
Objective: Speak like somone from 1000000 years ago
Wearing/Equipment: Standard dress
Tags: Adron Malvernhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/14974-adron-malvern/http://starwarsrp.net/user/14974-adron-malvern/

Adron did make a good point, the CIS at the end of the day was that, a confederacy if independent systems, each with independent rule, willingly joining the larger government out of need want or to see the galaxy as a better place. In all it was a much more functional republic like state but with more independent autonomy, though at the same time a central military force that would keep order and not allow planets to go rouge. "Yes, t doest maketh us diff'rent from most, and being able to ruleth the planet without much outside int'rf'rence hast greatly holp in the revitalization of t's surface". "It;s s'rv'd to maketh the Imp'rium thriveth, but our closeth neighb'rs has't eke been a big holp in yond regard, Nelvaan's metal deposites and needeth f'r food hadst leadeth to a healthy tradeth relationship"

She roses back up fully, poorly hiding a small giggle at mans joke, "It wouldst beest hard to setteth a planet already boiling on fireth, but i und'rstand the sentiment, tythe may not beest as well did develop as tatooine, but is population is much m're reputable". Mainly due to the presence of an actual military and it's controlled immigration, something the criminal like world greatly lacked, which did not seem to change, no matter who controlled the planet. Still she could not help but note his reaction, his movements, a small hint in the force... did Adron have something personal against the world? She had known a bit about the mans past, about the Galactic Empire and the CIS attack on the desert world, being captured or something along those lines. It was something she wished to know more of but would not push the question, not here and now during a celebration, as others would say, water under the bridge.

Her head once again cocked to the side in a quizzical manner, "are thee suggesting we spendeth this night conv'rsing? t is not something i am cross to, thanketh thee". Her gloved hand wrapping around the offered glass, holding it in a manner fit of a mature noble women, smelling the aroma before lightly sipping the high quality drink. "So, what is't yond thee wisheth to knoweth about me? i shall admiteth mine own life st'ry is rath'r longeth, i has't accomplish'd much in mine own timeth while apart and bef're joining the cis", her answer came a few moments later in a query about her force sensitivity, Chikako lowering her drink raising a finger to her chin and she reflected on past events.

"Sue to mine own amnesia from which i am still recov'ring i cannot sayeth, but i knoweth mine own moth'r wast a f'rce us'r and most likely instruct'd me in the basics, i wast artful at animal bonding and oth'r telekinetic abilities". A small amount of strain present in her voice as she reminisced on her time in the galactic underworld as a simple ship hand. "Though i did start to delve m're into mine own gift once meeting a witch on dathomir, the lady gaveth me this necklaces and each night I has't dreams to rebuild mine own hath lost memories of mine own childhood, p'rhaps i shall beest able to bid thy m're lat'r".

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Post: III
Tags: [member="Chikako Liona"] [member="Alessandra Creed"]

The Exarch seemed to hold a twinge of amusement at hearing that Nelvaan had been freely trading with Tythe. Although it was not quite common knowledge, Adron was the younger brother of the Eternal Emperor, and even less known he was one of the Emperor's chief advisors. Although the latter of the developments was a newer one. Adron never intended to take a place in his brother's hiearchy, however as he was a member of the Eternal Empire's royal family it was only natural. Still, the Exarch was more focused on his own affairs than that of Tacitus.

"The Eternal Empire does often look to improve the situation of those around them." That or execute everyone in mass droves until stabilization occurs, one or the other. Adron placed a hand on his chin as he considered his words, always attempting to remain as political as he can manage. "Still, it is good to see two of The Confederacy's systems working so well together." The soft song of the young Echani's laughter was met with a meaningful expression. "I'm sure I'd find a way." He admitted. Chikako accepted the flute of champagne and Adron raised his own in a subtle toast to the woman.

"You're certainly young to be the Queen of a planet, I was interested in hearing just how you came to power at such a young age. Is that customary for your planet or were there....extenuating circumstances?" He was poised but it was quite obvious that the man was still a bit surprised with how young Chikako was to be running a planet. Of course, he was not so aged that his own position was justified by his age. So he listened to the woman's explanation with some interest, though there was a question that came to mind. "I can sense you have a distinct presence in the Force, you know a member of the Knight's Obsidian could be tasked as your guardsmen so that he may instruct you in the more complex side of the Force." It was not unknown that Adron himself was a Sith Lord. The apprentice to Darth Metus, he and Srina Talon were scions of darkness that served on behest of the dark lord, yet each of them were powerful in their own right.

 

[Visanj T'shkali]

Where: Guild Tower - Balcony II Wearing: XXX​

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"I don't care if you want to go to Tosche Station for power converters! You heard Bucket! Yes, a paper on the socio-political ramifications of the Reconquest of the Rim and its causal relationship to the formation of the Outer Rim Coalition, on my desk by morning young lady. Yes, final. Have a good night. Love you too!"

Vi tugged on her earlobe, ending the conversation. "Kids..." She smiled awkwardly at the others in the lift, checking herself in the reflection of the lift panels just as the door opened. These Confederates and their Independence Day celebrations. Not like back home: Executing slavers, citizenship ceremonies, arguments about historical nuances over copious drinks. As the doors opened to the neon illumination of swirling masses, Visanj sighed, not a burning Zygerrian in sight. Oh well, at least there's booze.

She strutted out and surveyed the scene unfolding before her, certain to pinpoint the bar. Just then a server passed with a tray of cocktails and Visanj snatched one for herself, "Don't mind if I do." The server glared at her, to which Vi glared back, "No, you don't mind if I do."

"I don't mind if you do..." He said, with that glazed over look.

"Have a nice night"

"Have a nice night, Ma'am" He said, moving on back into the crowd. Why be a Force-user if you don't use it for the important things, Vi thought.

She glanced over at @Voph and sipped her drink as she walked towards a familiar face.