Mr. Heartbeat XXL (ORC Dominion of Skynara)

[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha watched as they dragged some poor deranged woman out of the room as she bid for the mandalorian [member="Gilamar Skirata"]. What does [member="Lynette Lykova"] know about the mando that no one else did except for that other woman over there.

She laughed if anything this would be a great time to do some people watching, some of these folks were nuts.

Her drink arrived as she settled into her chair all she needed was popcorn.

She had to admit though the next individual up for bid Rekha looked at...was..that...[member="Dax Fyre"] . How much did Joza offer him to do this...she tried not to giggle. This was for charity right?

Someone said something about adding free tax prep....yeah who paid taxes?

[member="Setter Ryburn"] said the bad word that got him buzzed which made her laugh outloud, well holy feth he had some sarcasm! That's great...[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] was doing his little dance enticing the women and getting some slide glances from a few men. Was it envy? Or...well...checking out the competition.

Ohhh...she just noticed there was another, she thumbed through the pic and stats for [member="Chance Bonaventure"]

Was she going to place a bid.....but if she was who would she bid on??? decisions decisions.

She took a long draw on her drink.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren had a lot of tricks and he wasn’t too concerned where he was seen, or who he ran into. Life on the Rim was…. Different. What happened on the Rim stayed on the Rim and all that. Not that he was going to be bidding on people, but through the percentage of Starchaser Enterprises he had owned, he was going to be making a donation for the charity. It helped when he was basically at needs of the Army, which wasn’t a bad thing.

“The pink drink?” He laughed and rolled his eyes at her. Laughing as she seemed to struggle through the title. She was really cute, wasn’t she? That wholesomenesss was definitely something Coren found attractive in her. And the way she wore a dress, that was pretty nice too.

“Hun, it’s a male beauty pageant.” He laughed as he ordered his own, a bit of a rum runner, but with a fancy Rim name. Not something he was going to be drinking special for seeing… was that Zark’s kid? Oh if the Jedi could see his kid now.

He probably wouldn’t want to. And who was that shouting? Not for Setter, or Chance, but for the Mandalorian?

Interesting.

[member="Celeste Rigel"] [member="Zak Amroth"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax wasn't oblivious to the obvious showboating that started going on around him. If he didn't think of something soon, he'd start falling behind. After all, he couldn't let the children down right? Right? Yeah, this definitely wasn't about saving his ego.

One of the other contestants, who'd been introduced as [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], was spending his time showing off his admittedly impressive muscle, while another man, who Dax recalled being called [member="Setter Ryburn"], grabbed a microphone and began to sweet talk the ladies by telling them...oh...wow okay then. Well, Dax dared not repeat those words around his own children, let alone a charity event...for the children.

Welp...Dax did have one thing that these others didn't have...well except [member="Zak Amroth"]...wait a second, Zak was here? How in the hell had Dax missed that. Oh, he was never going to let the poor boy live this one down. Proud Jedi lineage yada-yada. That would bring him laughs for years.

It was Dax's turn to show off. Showing off his body wasn't style. He had other things in mind. Dax looked at both end of the stage and nodded to himself. He had an idea. The man took off running towards the far end of the stage and leapt at the narrow piece of wall, stepping once, twice, almost as if he was running up the wall, and pushing off rotating his body through the air as he did so.

Suddenly Dax was flipping and kicking across the stage, a display of athleticism, clearly attained from years of training and combat. Yeah...that was impressive right? God Dax hoped so, otherwise he just made a real fool of himself.

 

[Joza Perl]

The room was thick with pheromones, both real and synthetic. And alcohol. Lots and lot of alcohol.

Are they really that nervous? The Zeltron MC wore a bemused smile as the anxieties of several contestants wafted over her. Really, this was the Coalition they were talking about, Humility was not their strong suit. Regardless of nerves, the show was on.

“Oh my, ladies. Can you imagine a night with [member="Setter Ryburn"]?” She winked to the crowd. “I’d book that hospital stay now if I were you.” Hopefully the crowd had good health insurance. The Silver Jedi were really turning it out this year. “And who wouldn’t want to spend the night in the arms of someone like [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]?” That’s it boys, sell it.

There was one contestant that wasn’t on the roster, but still managed to shamble his way onto the stage. She didn’t even have to say much about [member="Gilamar Skirata"] before the bids started rolling in. This was a little strange, but everything here was at least a little strange. “Keep on your pants there, silver fox.” She threw a hand back to give Gil pause if he were about to do the deed, not that he seemed fit to. Hungover, perhaps? Still, she watched the bidding escalate between [member="Lynette Lykova"] and her adversary until things got physical. “Sold! To the blue haired woman currently being escorted out by security. Pending payment verification.”

There were plenty of familiar faces in the crowd as well--[member="Rekha Kaarde"], @Griet van Vilet, [member="Coren Starchaser"] with…was that [member="Celeste Rigel"]? At a raunchy event like this? With Starchaser? As friends, obviously. She couldn’t picture the gentle healer with the galactic wrecking ball.

“Don’t be sad, ladies. There are still plenty of available men up here for bidding! Why not spend the day with one of our Coalition’s finest Judges, [member="Dax Fyre"] and [member="Zak Amroth"]? Yes, you can bid on them both. And can we get an age verification for Amroth, please?” Said men would probably be upset with her, but that was par for the course.

“Or why not take a chance on [member="Chance Bonaventure"]? Get your credit chips out ladies, because it’s time for the talent portion! C’mon boys, show us something special.”

No regrets on that one.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 2: It's Raining Men

Here she labeled Scenario 1 through 4 the following information provided by the client:

Scenario | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
Location | A | B | A | B
Market size | 600,000 | 600,000 | 450,000 | 450,000
Market share | 30% | 22% | 30% | 22%
Units sold | 180,000 | 132,000 | 135,000 | 99,000
Sales revenue | 720,000 | 528,000 | 540,000 | 396,000
Less: Variable expenses | 468,000 | 343,200 | 351,000 | 257,400
Contribution margin | 252,000 | 184,800 | 189,000 | 138,600
Less: Fixed expenses | 128,000 | 66,000 | 128,000 | 66,000
Net operating income | 124,000 | 118,800 | 71,000 | 72,600

In Griet's mind, scenarios 1 and 2 were much, much more likely than 55% and even the 600,000 gourmet pastries figure was a bit on the low side for Iokath: its population was far too big to consume just 600,000 gourmet pastries a year. But she feels the client would be interested in the break-even points (i.e. CVP analysis) to see how many pastries he would need to sell based on the locations.

 

[Zak Amroth]

“Don’t be sad, ladies. There are still plenty of available men up here for bidding! Why not spend the day with one of our Coalition’s finest Judges, [member="Dax Fyre"] and Zak Amroth? Yes, you can bid on them both. And can we get an age verification for Amroth, please?”

"Hey!" he glared over at [member="Joza Perl"] momentarily before remembering he was on stage, "Old enough, ladies!"

Zak had wanted to bring his blasters on stage, do a few quick spins and trick shots, but Joza had angrily insisted that firing a weapon in a crowded room was liable to cause a 'panic'. Whatever. Instead he mimed out a little cowboy routine, tipping his imaginary hat and pulling himself towards [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]. There were some playful woos from the crowd, but nothing close to the cheers [member="Chance Bonaventure"] was getting. Whoever this guy was, he knew some moves.

"Come on Skirata, for charity!" noticing [member="Gilamar Skirata"] had still not quite recovered from his deer in headlights look after being auctioned away, he gave the mandalorian a nice firm slap on the tush while cavorting by.

A blur whooshed past him, and by the time Amroth realized what was going on [member="Dax Fyre"] was already in the air, launching into another of his stupefying acrobatic displays. Zak narrowed his eyes. There had been a bad experience on Dagobah with Dax's half-sister, she had been mean to him and called him an idiot. Not to be outdone, the sheriff launched himself toward the same wall at a running sprint. He caught a flash of horror in Marshal Fyre's eye, a concern for his well being that Zak of course mistook for professional jealousy.

Zak ran up the wall and launched himself backward. He didn't quite make it.

"I think I hit my head..." he groaned, rubbing his eyes, "Could've sworn I saw [member="Coren Starchaser"] with a girl."

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Celeste reached up to smooth down a few strands of hair and tuck them behind her ear. “I suppose I'm a little out of my element here.” She said sheepishly. But, she eyed Coren with a smile, he did look rather dashing tonight.

He'd teased her on more than one occasion about being wound too tight. Maybe he was right, she admitted silently. As their drinks arrived, she lifted the pink-hued liquid and took a sip. She could loosen up a touch. Her chestnut eyes scanned the rowdy women that were packed in around the stage – okay, she wouldn't loosen up that much.

Still, perhaps it was time to have some fun.

“This is a charity event...” She dug into the far reaches of her bag. “I should probably contribute, right?” Celeste arched a brow and held up a few credit chips. “Should I bid?”

A grin found her lips. Mostly, she just wanted to see what Coren would say.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[WelshPsych]

He could heard Joza call out his name, something to do with spending the night in his arms. He wasn't sure if things could get that intimate with him, but he was happy to go on a date, for charity. However, things were progressing to a talent round. There was one guy flipping off a wall, another that didn't do as well flipping off a wall. Yuroic stepped to one side and brought on a salmon ladder. Twirling the pole in his hands, he gave a quick flashy show before he got on with the task. Gripping the pole firmly, he started to climb the ladder. It wasn't an easy task but he was going to give it a go to show off his skills.

If he wanted to demonstrate some real unique talents, he would have used the Force or shown off skills he gained from his Lightsaber skills. However, it was not something that these ladies was looking for. Instead, he showed off his muscular body and athletic prowess. He knew that charms could be a more useful talent and he could have demonstrate some other skills. But he was fit, young and not afraid to show off his body. Not breaking a sweat as he did several salmon ladder climbs.

From the top of the ladder, Yuroic flipped off and somersaulted in the air, before landing on one knee. Superhero pose. He winked to the audience. "I can work hard all night long ladies. Some guys just can't keep up with that level of fitness." Slight dig at Setter with his comment but only in the friendly competitive manner.

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Chance Bonaventure"] [member="Setter Ryburn"] [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The way that [member="Joza Perl"] looked over at him? That meant she noticed him, but what was more shocking was the way she looked at [member="Celeste Rigel"]. What was wrong with Celeste? She was dressed fine, she wasn’t shouting and hollering… Not that it was a problem. The blue-haired woman was making a ruckus but she was raising… or donating money, so why could he complain? That was why they were here.

But the look from Joza, that just made him shake his head, for a moment as his drink arrived. That was going to make him relax and watch, couldn’t say he’d enjoy, but definitely watch, the show. Smirking, he looked from the MC Zeltron over to Celeste.

“Not too far out, its all here to help everyone, and that’s what you do.” Taking a sip of the drink, he nodded.

“Afraid your Silvers are gonna lose to my Coalition boys?” That sounded way too much like he was either betting them in a fight, or pimping them out. “But when in Coruscant, right?”

 

[Setter Ryburn]

Setter stared out at the crowd, then to the man doing acrobatics.

Setter took a moment to think, before looking at out at the women, the gathered people. What were his talents? How would he showcase slitting someone's throat on stage correctly? How to properly neutralize a sentry? Program a radio? Proper shooting techniques, infiltration intricacies. He wasn't an acrobat, and he didn't have the force. He couldn't show what he could do, because of secrecy and the fact he was a silent professional when it came to that.

In fact, this was the first public appearance by Setter since the fall of the Republic.

"That guy may be able to climb a ladder real fancy like- but we all know how Jedi are when it comes to women..." A sly, wolfish grin crossed Setter's features, turning to Yuroic on the stage, before back to the crowd, wiggling his eyebrows.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Joza Perl"] and whomever else is nuts enough.



Black and green. Knots and fires. But Joza did say the magic words. "Talent portion." Vorhi wasn't some brilliantly handsome man. He wasn't a pretty boy, he was a master of Teras kasi. His body was a weapon, a tool, and a damn graceful nightmare when needed it to be. He came out, twirling a small lighter in one hand, an open mug of wine in the other as the spotlight hit him. He couldn't see it, but the heat was there. Good. It'd get hotter. He spoke into a small microphone briefly. "I'm afraid aiming for your eyes is difficult without any of my own, so let me appeal to your other senses...."


He lit the "wine" in the mug, crushing his hand, as some of the ribbons began to blaze, each knot unfurling in time as the embers hit it.


"A sense of heat....." he said a he thrust a punch forward, as small gout of flame settling into a glowing ribbon before disintegrating completely, harmlessly cooling in mid-air, a few of the scarves flying loose from his arm.


"A sense of passion," as he traipsed up the walkway with a grin, twirling yet again, a few of the black ribbons turning into soot and glowing as they crumbled on the floor. Now about a third as dressed as he was. Timing, patience, each knot burning enough to be torn with a few choice movements.


"A sense of smoldering, and rising fire...." he half-growled this line as a small amount of sparks hit the powder in wraps, a bit of smoke. "And an explosive finale!" He threw up his hands as the rest of his outfit, save for a rather neatly embroider loincloth, and matching blindfold, flew off in small explosion, leaving silk scarves as souvenirs scattered around the room. "Normally I prefer that trick lasts a while longer, but you all did seem so impatient," he said with a slight grin as he picked up a falling scarf and wrapped his arm coyly with his hand. His mind's eye had caught a few familiar faces. "Perhaps a sense of mischief for the next trick?" He cocked his head to the side, feigning innocence.


~~Tildes for the sake of sorting the plot~~


Ganna nearly choked on her drink as she watched her former boss manage to combine stripping and explosives in a way that constitutes at least two misdemeanors. "Glad to see that idiot's still alive," she muttered as she signal a bar-tender, not realizing she was holding a paddle. "Yo!" The paddle chirped. "Bid logged of 275 credits."

Ganna Sekeiros frowned. Stupid droid panel sensors. Wait, what? How did that work? Damnit...

 

[Kingsley]

"Bird Daddy to Princess! Bird Daddy to Princess!" Kingsley squawked over comms, referring to [member="Chance Bonaventure"] by a code name they had definitely not discussed, "We're in position! Waiting on your signal for a go."

They were in the life support network above the main cargo hold. If their information was correct, below them were the exact coordinates of the Veil of Skynara, a priceless sculpture worth a fortune on the black market. It had been a while since he had been in the artifact game, but in these uncertain times ancient relics were more valuable than ever. So he and Chance hatched a plan, and now here they were in the middle of some beauty pageant.

Kingsley had offered to enter the competition, but for some reason Chance didn't think it would be as effective a distraction. The socorran smuggler had a point, if he got on stage he would probably cause a riot, maybe even win the whole competition. Then everyone would remember his face, it was too much hassle. Sometimes it was a real tragedy being this pretty.

"Utinni! Togo togu!"

"Quiet!" he cuffed his first mate Iziz, who in turn cuffed the next senior jawa in their cohort and on down it went. They were dumb as hell, but cheaper to feed than droid maintenance, "Now remember, try not to go too quickly!"

Iziz saluted, swelling his chest up with pride at such responsibility.

Helping Kingsley into position, his jawa team strained against his bulk while they waited to lower him down towards the sculpture below.

All they needed now was to hear confirmation from Bonaventure.

 

[Chance Bonaventure]

The Five Veils Route, Skynara,​

Veil of Skynara Transport,​

Objective I: Release the DAZZLE!​

​

For the entire pageant, Chance had been keeping a rough count in his mind. He grinned, posed, moved where directed, but he maintained the count. The hardest part was knowing if certain parties were actually in place, or even prepared, for what was to come. Still, there needed to be a set sequence of events, before anything meaningful could begin. And so it was, amid the tumbling and flexing, the young scoundrel smirked and observed.

Look at them go, macho men, He thought to himself, raising eyebrows as one used fire and explosions, revealing a loincloth. Impressive, not gonna to lie...

When the other sentients on display were about done with their little shows, Chance stepped forward. He had paid the stage-hand a tidy sum to make sure that things were conducted a certain way for him, so when Chance was front and center, the lights dropped throughout the stage area.

Darkness.

Some gasps. Some cheers. Some confusion?

"You came to see a show, beautiful sentients," Chance said in the dark. "And I won't disappoint."

Suddenly a spotlight appeared, centered on the scoundrel on the stage. He stood stock-still, his hands behind his back, waiting.

"Start with a bang."

The stage lit up, flashing lights, bursts of smoke, strobes and thumping music with a deep resounding bass. From behind his back, Chance produced a single blaster pistol and a handful of coins. He threw the coins into the air, half a dozen total, and spinning (in such a way that his cape billowed dramatically about him) the scoundrel fired six times in rapid succession - each coin was hit, the low powered laser bolts impacting on the metal objects with a series of pings!

Chance began spinning his pistol in an intricate display of pistoleering. Precision, speed, dramatic flare and a culmination of sight, sound and music. Reaching up with one hand, Chance pulled his cape free, as he crouched down and continued spinning both the blaster in his right hand, and the cape above his head in the left, before he threw the expensive item of clothing into the crowd.

"I'm just as talented with both hands."

Flipping the blaster into the air, spinning it, Chance caught the weapon with his other hand without breaking momentum, continuing to flip and twist the pistol. His free right hand began to unbutton his shirt, as he smirked at the crowd, walking left to right, before circling back to the center of the stage - and with a final throw of the blaster into the air, it spinning end over end, Chance pulled his shirt completely off and spun it into the crowd like the cape prior!

"And can deliver the big finish..."

Chance spun on the spot, stopping with one hand pointing at the crowd, his other catching the falling blaster; and in the same motion, he backtwirled the weapon, sliding it into the holster on his right hip. Then, he clicked his fingers of the pointing hand, and suddenly the stage area exploded in a dazzling display of glitter sprinklers, which erupted across the hall from within the ceiling-mounted fire suppression system, throwing masses upon masses upon masses of brightly colored and densely packed reflective glitter in every direction!

"Cha-ching!"

Chance stepped back, as even he was covered by the now sparkling air, coating his dark skin and sticking to the sweat he had built up...

Now let's see how things go.

 

[Dax Perl]

"Don’t be sad, ladies. There are still plenty of available men up here for bidding! Why not spend the day with one of our Coalition’s finest Judges, Dax Fyre and Zak Amroth? Yes, you can bid on them both. And can we get an age verification for Amroth, please?"

Dax shot straight up after sticking his last landing upon hearing this, head snapping towards [member="Joza Perl"], eyes narrowed as he glared at her. Did she just pimp Zak and himself out? Together?...well...Dax supposed there were worse people he could forcibly be partnered with....Ki was definitely having a right old laugh about this...

Suddenly a figure whipped right past Dax. The Marshal watched Zak as events played out in what seemed like slow-motion. The man running past Dax, a cock-sure grin plastered across his face. Watching Zak attempt to step on the wall. Zak planting his foot exactly the wrong way on the wall. The Sheriff going completely horizontal before gravity cruelly grasped him once more and pulled him back to the surface with a loud thud accompanied by the audible slapping sound of Dax facepalming.

The man walked over to Zak and offered the man a hand, "Yes, you hit your head..." the Rogue said, looking off into the crowd, eyes searching for a particular pair, "And yes, you did indeed see our dear friend with a woman. Hell must've frozen over Sheriff."

As Dax hoisted his friend up off the ground bursts of flames caught his eye. [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]? When the hell did that foolish sage get here? Better question, did Joza bribe the man into participating, or did he bribe her into letting him participate?

The question was left unanswered as the lights suddenly went down, and Dax's instincts suddenly kicked in. His feet and weight shifted, his ears perked up, trying to make out and discern every little sound. And then the spot light shown down on one [member="Chance Bonaventure"]. The sound of his blaster firing at the coins was followed by glitter raining down from the sky, to which Dax could only wince...the poor man hated glitter...coarse...rough...and it got everywhere. But wait, how in the hell did he get the glitter into the fire suppression system in the first place?! And where in the world did the blaster come from?!...was that what that bulge in his pants was earlier? The Marshal wasn't sure if he should consider everything that just happened a security threat or not...

No matter, Dax was falling behind in the races now, and if he was gonna be on stage, he may as well perform...I mean be performing. The Rogue decided if fire was name of the game. Well it was his name too and he sure as hell wasn't gonna let that fact go to waste. Good thing he didn't leave his cigarettes in his jacket. Dax fished the pack of cigarette out of the pockets of his board shorts and put one in his mouth. With a snap of his fingers, a small flame sprung to life between his thumb and index finger. The Marshal lit the cigarette in his mouth and took a long draw. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, the Rogue blew a large 'O' of smoke and pushed it away. With a little assistance from the Force, he let it travel farther and farther, growing larger than it should've. Sure, the smoke wasn't exactly fire itself. But it was heat and it was carbon and air. All the makings of a glorious blaze. The admittedly pyromanic man focused with the Force for a brief moment, and the huge smokey 'O' suddenly burst into a ring fire high above the guests heads. The Rogue sustained the flames of the burning circle as he began to spin it. As the ring spun it broke into six orbs of flames before Dax sent them all shooting around the room, weaving between guests, in between their legs, around their heads, the Rogue put much effort into making this one interesting light show. As one last act, Dax sent all six orbs shooting towards the ceiling, careful not to set off the fire suppression systems though, and forced them all to collide where they burst into the distinctive symbol of the Coalition before disappearing into nothing.

The Rogue looked over to [member="Zak Amroth"] with the cigarette between his lips, "Think you can top that, kid?"

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Still pinching the credit chips between her fingers, she narrowed her eyes at [member="Coren Starchaser"]. Was she scared that the Silver boys were going to lose to the Coalition? Her gaze darted towards the stage for a moment, had [member="Dax Fyre"] just done some sort of flip? Okay, maybe she was a little scared.

“N-No,” She answered, unconvincingly. “Look, Yuroic's pretty fit!” She said, pointing. The young master was now showing off a feat of upper body strength. “And Setter – ” Celeste paused and tilted her head as she looked at the soldier. “He's, well, he's sort of manly, isn't he?”

Celeste swallowed another sip of her pink drink, silently hoping that the Silvers could pull this off.

“Okay,” She slapped the credit chips down in front of Coren. “If one of the Silvers wins, you match my bet.” She indicated the chips again. “If, by chance, one of your Coalition guys wins... I'll match yours.” It was all for a good cause. “And – if I win, you have to take me on vacation, somewhere nice.”

She held her hand out to Coren, smiling. “Deal?”

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 2: It's raining men

"A lifetime of free tax returns prepared by VPN for a date with Vorhi!" she shouted in an attempt to land a date with that contestant. "These tax returns are worth more than 275 credits altogether"

It was the least the accountant could offer to display her gratitude towards [member="Vorhi Alestrani"], putting in her bid for a date with him. On two occasions did Griet actually fight with him: Terminus and Rhen Var. Poodoo: these market size estimates the client gave me are just that: poodoo. Iokath's organic population would support a lot more than just 600,000 gourmet pastries a year, and my suggestion would be, if he could secure an extra 100,000 for seed funding, to open both locations, but at the interest rates offered, the debt route would mean tacking on an additional 3,000 or so in interest. I'm sure the market is large enough on Iokath for two gourmet pastry shops whose total sales are the sum of both scenarios, she thought, while performing the CVP analysis for both locations, assuming 1.40 in contribution margin (since Iokath taxation consists only of excise on manufactured goods, income tax expense is a variable cost and already accounted for). Turns out the break-even points for locations A and B are 91,429 and 47,143 gourmet pastries respectively. Surely Joliver could sell more than 138,572 gourmet pastries a year on Iokath alone and the real market size is much larger than 600,000 pastries/year.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

It was a grand show for certain oh it was bad. Like a kid in a candy shop it was hard to pick just the right one. [member="Dax Fyre"] was definitely limber and in excellent shape. [member="Chance Bonaventure"] was a showman a lot of flash! Could be fun. [member="Kingsley"] what was that?...hhmm.. [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] left everyone speechless...and with a souvenir. [member="Setter Ryburn"] was a bit tense, what was he thinking about ? ohh was he making googly eyes at the silvers?[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] holy feth look at what he can do.

What would she do with one of them? Really...she's a sarcastic, drink loving, at time loud mouth. She'd probably frighten most of these guys. How many of them can ride a thranta in the skies of Bespin? Or gamble the night away in Canto Bight? Then there was the Coruscant nights, could they hang through one of them? Yeah she was impressed she wouldn't deny it.

She'd have to put the names in a hat and have one chose. The napkin she had she began to tear into little pieces putting the initials of each one on a piece. When she finished she turned them all upside down on the table swished them all around..."Excuse..excuse...will you just pick one of these little pieces up please?"

The girl gave her an odd look Rekha smiled, "Don't worry cupcake you won't miss much of the show, hell I'll even buy you a drink for your trouble."

The girl had soft brown eyes which matched her wavy auburn hair, she had a tiny waist and a ring on her finger that yelled credits. Rekha just smiled all the while thinking spoilt? or thief? llllhmmm...

"You should give it up honey you don't look like you can afford it" She smiled and turned away. Rekha looked down at her clothes, what as wrong with her the clothes were clean, made to be comfortable, and were paid for. Shaking her head Rekha got up on her feet and reaching for the brunette's hair, she was ready for a fight. "I'll show you what I'm up to" Her left hand was already balling up.

She had not grabbed her yet, she was giving it some serious thought that she should.

 

[Setter Ryburn]

Setter knew what he had to do.

When the lights went out, it was time- he had to move quickly. He descended behind the stage, praying. To the Force, to the Gods, whoever was listening.

"I am one with the force and the force-"


He turned and looked downward near the entrance to the seated area, tucked behind a few sound equipment. A Hapan lute- six strings of melancholy, melancholy that he hoped would win him over with the crowd. Women liked vulnerability- didn't they?

Setter grabbed it, bypassing a sound technician who was already upset with him. He was protesting that it was his, for someone else- but Setter walked back. And then, it was his turn. He walked back up to the mic, tuning it now and again, before coughing.

"This is for the lonely hearts out there. You know who you are."

He didn't use a pick- odd for some people, but the way he played made a more somber sound. Setter, despite all of his bravado, his lethality- was a man with faults, and love. And love came with loss- and Setter had plenty of that. He started to play, and his voice was soft, and lost it's edge- for the first time, Setter showed real emotion. Setter showed vulnerability, loss, love. The song was something he heard a long time ago- the song was a factual reality, something that Setter had come to terms with years ago, but the pain resonated. He played softly, quietly, but his voice had enough volume to it to carry- the microphone helped.

His eyes were the only real expressive part of him- even those without the force could see the pain in them- but the Jedi in the room could feel that loss, that heartache that only true, agonizing heartbreak could. But that was where it was beautiful- for he loved, and he lost- but he loved all the same. He finished his song, appreciating the audience's diligence. He smiled for the first time in two years, a genuine smile- not a smirk, not a grin- a smile. Admittedly, Setter had a nice smile.

"Thanks for listening."

Sure, he didn't have washboard abs or fancy fire or showmanship- but he was at least, more genuine than these knuckleheads.

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza had to admit, they had more talent and showmanship than she had anticipated. Except for [member="Zak Amroth"], but he tried, he really did. Maybe he could make that work for him. Some girls were into cute and dumb, right?

This contest had everything—acrobatic feats, athleticism, music, whatever the hell [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] was doing, live rounds and glitter. Really, everything was covered in glitter thanks to [member="Chance Bonaventure"] and his act. One woman was frantically trying to claw her way onto the stage after [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] but was held back by security, and she could have sworn that one or two had swooned onto the floor after [member="Setter Ryburn"]’s performance.

But that they had to move on before [member="Dax Fyre"] and Amroth got into a full-blown cage match, not that it wouldn’t go over well with the crowd. “Could we get one of our medics up here to check on Amroth’s concussion? Perhaps one of our lovely ladies could play nurse.” He’d be fine, though. The kid had a thick head.

“What an exciting round that was! Contestants, it’s now time for the final task—the interview. Tell me; what would you do to bring about galactic peace?”

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Running a hand over his scruffy chin, Starchaser shook his head. He could tell that his comrades were out there judging him, but who here was on the stage? Right. He thought it wasn’t him. “You need to relax, doll, you don’t need to be Jedi Master, Celeste Rigel, chief healer of the Order of Silver Jedi tonight. You can have fun every so often.” Now there was an appearance of the roguish grin Starchaser was at one time well known for.
Or really, all Corellians were.

He wanted her to have fun, and there wasn’t much that would make Coren Starchaser jealous. It was 856ABY, any hang ups were really a personal issue and Coren didn’t have many of those anymore. Well, hang ups. Personal issues? Yeah, but he worked those ones out on the battlefield. Hell, his last partner was kidnapped by the Sith and now he was… dating? Celeste, what could happen to her?

Maybe why the rum always went down so well.

Shaking his head, he smiled at her. “Deal. Got the perfect place for a vacation, because when I win, you’re letting me pick where we go.” Not that he wasn’t going to take her somewhere nice for a few days away from it all, but he had his own idea of where to go. And for once, it wasn’t a warzone.

Could he buy Joza? How terrible of an idea would that be? Both because, well, it was Joza, and two, Celeste was here.

[member="Celeste Rigel"]