Life Day Sithmas Celebration

[Keira Cerdulan]

A small handful of ideas went through Keira's mind as she rather stupidly walked around the unfamiliar environment of the ball, vaguely remembering the last one she had been at. Back when Mastiff Squadron wasn't 99% space debris above Corellia...well...they didn't have to worry about her getting into too much trouble after raiding the bar. A vague melancholy set into after taking in those memories with the old squadron, but, she persisted on stone faced nonetheless.

Of all the things though that burned in her mind, the most pressing of them all them was: what in the name of the Nine Hells of Corellia was this "Snow" thing, and why was it so cold! Well, she had heard about "snow" before, seen a few photos of it even. But actually seeing it was a whole different thing entirely! It was...crunchy? Heavy? Hell if she knew how to describe it. All she had realized it was wet, and it was cold. And despite the rush of adrenaline she got at discovering had quickly disappeared after her prodding at the crunchy snow thing had yielded her wet pant legs and particularly wet shoes to go with it...

Maybe for once in her life Keira would actually go and research some information. Understand this strange phenomenon, not like they ever had snow on Cademimu...or in space for that matter. She hoped at least, was space snow a thing? She'd have to pester one of the techs about it again, those bores seemed to know everything. Pulling the scarf and coat she had been given to accompany her uniform even tighter than before, practically hiding her small self in the black clothing, she muttered off multiple curses in a multitude of languages cursing just how cold this snow stuff was. Kicking one of her legs slightly to try and get off some of the wetness and little bits of the "snow" that had...melted? partially on her boot. Weird. Always strange things the Galaxy throws at ya'.

Her mind, of course, wandered off to the name "Sithmas"....were those glowing eyed loonies so vain that they named a Holiday after themselves? She answered her own question immediately. Yes, they were. Would be nice if us pilots got a holiday named after us, her mind vaguely wandered too. Maybe it could be a holiday about booze, and blowing things up....yeah. She liked the sound of that holiday. Keira was next wondering about this whole "Father Sithmas" thing, he granted wishes or something if you sat on his lap? Hm. Sounds like a good gig, maybe I should go over there, wish for a new paint job and while her brain considered going and plopping down on man's lap and wishing for the higher ups of the Starfighter corps to let her paint her new Starfighter pretty colors, she in true Keira fashion, never considered it was for children. Of course, many would argue she was as mature as a child: or was the equivalent of a rebellious teenage girl who for some reason was now flying an expensive new Superiority fighter.

Regardless of these facts, Keira wandered like a lost little lamb. Truthfully she was confused by just how many things there were, but her mind, even in it's erratic state went to one thing in particular: which she spoke out loud far louder than she intended to.

"Now where can I just get some damn booze?"

She asked, to no one in particular.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

In came Cryax and Ahani, his blue-skinned lover giving him his due deference with as much restraint as he could muster. Even from this distance, the Emperor could sense the hunger writhing within Cryax, his energetic desires well-known to the towering Sith Lord.

"Thank you, Cryax."

The Emperor reached out and drew his finger across the Chiss' jawline, a dreamy expression falling over his features as his heart literally skipped a beat at his master's touch. But it was a fleeting moment, the Emperor was not one to display affection in such a public venue no matter who it was on the receiving end. Cryax knew and understood this, and with a bow, he again shows his reverence to the Dark Lord and proceeded to stand off to the side as to not be a bother to the Imperial family.

"And welcome, Lady Ahani. I am pleased that you could join this event, my wives worked hard organizing this little get-together."

Several of the Emperor's children neared, but his daughter Izevel was the first one to speak to him. His lips quivered in a smile as he reached out and caresses her hair, "My daughter. I am likewise pleased that you, and the rest of your brothers and sisters, could join us this evening. This is a time for unity and strength, to celebrate all that we have fought and bled for. And to enamor ourselves to what there is left to bleed for in the long wars ahead."

[member="Izevel Zambrano"] | [member="Salara Zambrano"] | [member="Invicta Zambrano"] | [member="Ahani Najwa"]​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Dromund Kaas​

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with [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

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It seemed like only a short time ago they had attended their first Sith-Imperial social event together as a couple. Now, here they were nearly two years afterward, "my, my how gorgeous it is in winter." If you hadn't considered what led to the drastic climate change to begin with. The Citadel or Old Imperial Palace was simply amazing with the snow and ice, the trees from Galidraan stood out proudly amongst all the decorations. Fiolette looked over at her beloved and took the Lorrdian's hand in hers. "You look remarkable darling." She gave her wife a soft kiss on the lips before giving the woman's hand a reassuring squeeze. The speeder manuvered through the skies over the citadel and began its final descent.

"Did Lucy tell you anything about this young man she was bringing tonight?" Fiolette asked Taeli, wondering if her daughter had confided in the woman beside her. Josef had only briefly mentioned that Lucy would be bringing someone, and Lucy reassured her mother that he was a young man from Galidraan. Which of course earned, 'well your cousin would be happy about that.' Halscott hadn't been a name she had heard but he may have been from another one of Galidraan's planets. Josef would be in attendance this evening with Ariel and Ryssa for the Father Sithmas event and then they planned on heading back to Bastion. Which was the overall plan, a brief time here at Dromund Kaas and then back home to prepare for the family celebration and lighting of the family tree. And of course, the singing of carols but that would be for later. As of now, the speeder had finally pulled in, "shall we?"

A valet helped them out of the speeder and Fiolette adjusted her coat, it was black with red and gold trimmings the offical winter outerwear for the brass. An arm extended for Taeli to hold, Fiolette looked around the plaza a moment. "I believe we can go through here." She gestured to the left with a gloved hand.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Watching Cryax unravel at the slight touch of his Master and lover somehow tows me through the cloud of beings to see clearly. Standing mute as I was, I give Cryax a tiny wave as he moves off. A man who knows his place. Beautiful man, one of the few I can keep remembering if I stop to think. Most beings here are still ephemeral blurs.

As beings from across Empires mill about laden with gifts, it comes that this is some form of children’s charitable event. I bring nothing.

“I didn’t bring anything.” My eyebrows tweak, carrying down in the middle. Grey eyes gaze up at the man, who pulled me from the Event Horizon of a singularity, the man who clinched me in. Gave me a place of my own, and servants to keep me.

[member="Darth Carnifex"], my student and my Master. Master... is that the word for him? “What is the word? There’s a word, what is it?”

I must have started to dig my fingernails into my hair, because Cryax’s hand slides into his raven hair, winking at me to leave it be. A gentle tug from the blue skin of my keeper.

“Thank you, Kaine. It is a beautiful party and your wives did create an elegant eve.” My hand strokes on his chest. I don’t recognize what made Cryax’s breath catch. “Pleased, is it? Mmmh, your coat is soft.”

Settling in beside Kaine the way most folk settle around the one person they know in a foreign party, I think to his sentiment to his children. War.

“Are you expecting a battle? Or starting one?” I must have said something wrong, for Cryax is back, threading his hand in mine to bring me away.

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Location: The Gardens, Center Fountain (because of course)
Activity: Ice Skating
In Scene: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

Vessa wasn't a dark sider per se. But there was nothing light about her use of the Force either. What darkness or light could there be in nature itself? The cycle of life, death, decay, and renewal? In truth, she didn't think too much about it, one way or the other. There was a certain simplicity in her approach to the Force. Most of it she didn't even bother with. But some deep upwelling in herself led her in certain directions and she followed where it led.

Much to the enjoyment of her creator.

Not that Vessa herself was even aware of that.

She scooted a bit farther out onto the ice, arms out straight to either side as she wobbled for a moment. A voice sounding out, oddly muffled by the snow, made her wobble harder to catch her balance before she looked up.

Vessa hadn't interacted much with children her own age. Mostly, she took care of Darth Coniferous. His 'Little Gardener'. She flitted about at the edges of the Sith, mostly beneath their notice, which was just as well.

Her head cocked to the side.

"Where does that nickname come from?" She asked curiously as she slid forward another step. It didn't sound like it came from her full name, so it must have been something else then, right? Her tongue stuck out the corner of her mouth in concentration. "I'm Vessa. Just.... just Vessa." She looked with some concern down at the ice for a moment.

"I think it's frozen all the way through," she said after some consideration. Where Vexia smiled warmly, Vessa was serious and intent. The combination of doing a new thing and the experience of winter taking up quite a bit of her attention. "I think it's safe."

 

[Djorn Bline]

Tag: [member="Kole Harper"]

"Agreed, a drink sounds a good place to start," the Inquisitor agreed with his partner, while raising his eyebrows in a quick motion. Raised at the fact that Harper had attended to one of these social events once which was another eloquent balls similar to this, only difference was the season and how gracefully the Palace was decorated. All in the name of Sithmas. Did he cared about holidays? Not entirely, though there were some he took pride in celebrating. A patriot for the Empire he was and was proud of it, but he was rather unusual and unorthodox in that sense. His style of talking which contrasted against the Imperial accent most citizens of the Empire used, his own fashion, and other factors.

The two men walked, navigating through the patrons and invitees that crowded the floors of the Palace. There was no one Djorn was interested in exchanging dialogue with; however, he did perked up at the knowledge of Kole already attending the previous ball. That was something he would take note of and hopefully talk about when they reach the bar and enjoy a few drinks.

Two stools, no doubt made of fine oak, were vacated and awaited to be sat down. Other people were already in the bar, mostly men that were esteemed officers in the military or important politicians that managed the bureaucracy of the Empire. Bureaucracy, hmph. Another word and idea he hated, but he supposed there would be no order in his Empire. His parents always fancied the idea of him retiring from his service in the Saaraishash and purse a new life of politics. Thinking about it made him roll his shoulders to forget the idea.

"Good evening, sirs. How may I be of service on this gilded night," the bartender asked when the two Operatives made their place at the bar counter.

"Well, I'm feeling for a nice glass of bourbon, mister..."

"Ullman; Lloyd Ullman, sir."

"Splendid, I like that name. And y'know what? Let's upgrade that to the whole bottle of bourbon, the best one his Majesty has to offer for me and my partner."

"Yes, sir. As you wish," and went off to fetch two glasses with ice and a nice bottle of bourbon, Lloyd filling in the glass with the liquor.

"Fantastic. I like you, Lloyd. Probably my new favorite bartender the Empire has to offer around these parts," and raised his glass to Lloyd.

"Thank you, sir. May you two enjoy," and departed to attend another patron, if there were any.

"Hopefully, this'll last us the night, Harper," Bline said to his companion before taking a drink of his bourbon, relishing the taste and texture of it.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

DROMUND KAAS​

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Djorn certainly seemed more sociable than the Droid, and it might've been for that reason exactly; he found no comfort, or solace in the constant conversing among others, let alone in larger groupings. Kole, as it were, preferred silent isolation-- surrounded by things, rather than persons. It had absolutely become beneficial to some degree, however. It provided plenty of time to become adept at particular skills, applying himself further in regards to tinkering with robotics, mechanics, slicing, and most definitely the ever consistently growing mountain of inquisition related work that comes with being a member of the Saaraishash. But, Agent Harper could never remain in perfect isolation forever and often departed his own sanctuary in favour of reality where he remained apathetically indifferent through his vacant glares and soundless expressions.

He managed to stand so idly as the Inquisitor made an order for their drinks, and engaged in the every brief but oh so very polite conversation. Kole reached outwards for his glass, and held it closer to his chest after offering an awfully brief nod accompanied by the slightest of smiles that lasted a mere moment. He practically mouthed, "Thanks." But his lips hardly moved, and barely made a sound. Kole pivoted in place as he leant back against the bar itself as those synthetic eyes cast themselves over those that resided in the palace. The HRD subtly shifted his head off to the side as he breathed a, "Yeah." Letting the singular word sit before a, "Hopefully." Followed. Kole hadn't been overly excited to reappear, or so it would seem.

Kole raised his glass towards his mouth and took the slightest of sips, then lowering it back down once more. "So you've never come to one of these things before?" He asked, idly questioning. Maybe it was a mistake, and he should've stayed home. Hell, if he could even call that apartment 'home'.

[member="Djorn Bline"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Tag: [member="Kole Harper"]

"Never, these type of things don't really interest. I mean, look around you. We don't belong with these types of people, or at least me," the Inquisitor replied back to the Agent, taking another sip of the bourbon. Some of the invitees near them exchanged looks at Bline and Harper before resuming their talks. Unique was a word that fit Djorn, everyone was unique though. But there was another word that suited better for him. Unorthodox. He wasn't shy to voice his own opinions, contrary to the propaganda that Rebel cells and other factions that adverse the Empire portrayed him and his fellow active service members to be. He was far from being brainwashed and often spoke up against orders that seemed to be incompetent to his eyes. Which followed some form of punishment for him, himself questioning how he hadn't been detained or face some sort of legal prosecution. While unorthodox, he was still loyal to his Empire and proud of his service.

"I only came because his Majesty invited me; otherwise, I'd probably be at home or at a bar," now toying with his glass of liquor, swirling the liquor and ice in his hand before setting it down and looking at his companion.

"What about you? You said you came to one of these joints before, how was that for ya? Entertaining or boring?"