Setter Ryburn
Man of Ill Intent
Setter was the first to answer, without so much as a second thought or- really a thought.
"Kill the Sith, mostly."
"Kill the Sith, mostly."
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Mr. Heartbeat XXL (ORC Dominion of Skynara)
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Vorhi Alestrani
Blind Brawler
Vorhi smiled weakly. An interview? Well, I guess he could talk about date nights, or history, or academia...while standing in a loincloth. Hmmm. Then he heard the actual question. He didn't realize [member="Joza Perl"] hated him this much.
Of all the questions...ugh. The former diplomat had failed at that multiple times, and gotten a space station dropped on him for his trouble. Was it his failings, was it the CIS? Had it been a pipe dream to begin with? Genesis Rostu's thrice-forsaken ego? The Sith empire's unending cruelty. This was an unanswerable question, a question that kept Vorhi up at night. Not that he could say that. So, he forced a polite little smile, an used the greatest of all diplomatic tools: manipulating the truth into something palatable. After [member="Setter Ryburn"] offered his rather short and blunt take.
"I'm not sure it's really possible to bring peace to the galaxy, much less that I'm the one to manage it," he said with a slight nod. "But, If I can look after the people I care about, and save as many folks as I can, I'll be happy to do so," he said with a soft, almost gentle tone. "Setter's not entirely wrong, though. Some of us must be forceful to help protect those who can't help themselves," he said with a nod to the other man. Setter may have been about as tactful as a dump truck driving through a munitions lab, but he wasn't wrong. A lot of Sith needed to get the dumb smacked out of them more often than not.
Of all the questions...ugh. The former diplomat had failed at that multiple times, and gotten a space station dropped on him for his trouble. Was it his failings, was it the CIS? Had it been a pipe dream to begin with? Genesis Rostu's thrice-forsaken ego? The Sith empire's unending cruelty. This was an unanswerable question, a question that kept Vorhi up at night. Not that he could say that. So, he forced a polite little smile, an used the greatest of all diplomatic tools: manipulating the truth into something palatable. After [member="Setter Ryburn"] offered his rather short and blunt take.
"I'm not sure it's really possible to bring peace to the galaxy, much less that I'm the one to manage it," he said with a slight nod. "But, If I can look after the people I care about, and save as many folks as I can, I'll be happy to do so," he said with a soft, almost gentle tone. "Setter's not entirely wrong, though. Some of us must be forceful to help protect those who can't help themselves," he said with a nod to the other man. Setter may have been about as tactful as a dump truck driving through a munitions lab, but he wasn't wrong. A lot of Sith needed to get the dumb smacked out of them more often than not.
Oh you pretty thing
This crowd was a good one. The blonde was smiling as she was hearing a lot of betting going on. Or bidding. It was bidding. She really needed to change her way of thinking. The girl wasn’t working casino floors anymore. She’d semi-retired from that life. Working at the Praxeum as a steward of it, she had a lot on her plate already, and it was much more fulfilling. Sure, she could go visit BrightStar and be a ‘celebrity’ bartender, or sabacc dealer, but that was becoming a time with longer gaps. Now she used her funds to play the market a bit. And help out those she could.
The witch sipped on her drink as she watched the show, the athletiscism, the just interaction between contestants. She leaned back in her chair and took another sip of her drink. But now it was the question section. She had done at least one of these charity events where she was being auctioned off. It didn’t really matter what you said during these points. So long as you didn’t come across as murder-in-your-sleep type of person, you were fine.
It was really the other events that mattered. Finishing her drink, she called over the cocktail server before pulling up her finances, how much could she bid on… someone. Who though? She’d have to figure that out.
The witch sipped on her drink as she watched the show, the athletiscism, the just interaction between contestants. She leaned back in her chair and took another sip of her drink. But now it was the question section. She had done at least one of these charity events where she was being auctioned off. It didn’t really matter what you said during these points. So long as you didn’t come across as murder-in-your-sleep type of person, you were fine.
It was really the other events that mattered. Finishing her drink, she called over the cocktail server before pulling up her finances, how much could she bid on… someone. Who though? She’d have to figure that out.
Mrs. Starchaser
Celeste offered a subtle eye-roll at being called 'doll.' But she shrugged, he was probably right. It was difficult at times, to shed that mantle of a healer, but she would make an attempt. Tonight she was dressed up, in something other than Jedi robes or scrubs, her hair was done, and she had some makeup on her face. Maybe, just for a night, she could just be – Coren Starchaser's... girlfriend?
When he agreed, she took his hand and gave it a firm shake. And when the handshake was over, she didn't let go, instead, her hand lingered there atop the table with his.
“Fine, fine,” Celeste conceded. But, she still had faith in Yuroic and Setter. The latter had even performed a song. Was that a lute? A song for lonely hearts, huh? Well... it was a strategy that could work in his favor.
Of course, when their MC, Ms. [member="Joza Perl"] called for their medics, Celeste was on the edge of her seat. However, she kept firmly anchored to Coren's hand. Of course, Celeste had noticed a few glances come their way, but did her best to ignore it. “Galactic peace?” She echoed. “Well, this should be interesting. Tell me, Mr. Starchaser,” She sipped her drink. “What would you do?”
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
When he agreed, she took his hand and gave it a firm shake. And when the handshake was over, she didn't let go, instead, her hand lingered there atop the table with his.
“Fine, fine,” Celeste conceded. But, she still had faith in Yuroic and Setter. The latter had even performed a song. Was that a lute? A song for lonely hearts, huh? Well... it was a strategy that could work in his favor.
Of course, when their MC, Ms. [member="Joza Perl"] called for their medics, Celeste was on the edge of her seat. However, she kept firmly anchored to Coren's hand. Of course, Celeste had noticed a few glances come their way, but did her best to ignore it. “Galactic peace?” She echoed. “Well, this should be interesting. Tell me, Mr. Starchaser,” She sipped her drink. “What would you do?”
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
Hope is Kindled
"Force help me..." Kahne whispered as he leaned back in his seat with his feet propped up on the chair in front of him. The Jedi Master took a long drink of the Corellian whiskey that was in his glass. The beverage was nice and smooth and he cleared his throat slightly as his glass was now about half full. "What am I doing here?" The Jedi inquired as he glanced around and noted several people that he knew. Kahne really had no intention of coming to this event, yet he found himself persuaded to. Like his future self came to him in his dreams and told him that if he didn't show up he would regret it forever.
The question for world peace came up and Kahne listened to those that had answered, and he just simply nodded his head and lightly shrugged his shoulders. Not bad.... He voiced mentally as he took another drink.
Kahne raised his glass to [member="Joza Perl"] when their eyes met. And individual whom he had the pleasure of meeting here recently. Thus he did the same thing as he glanced over to [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Celeste Rigel"] and raising his glass to them two before he looked back to what the festivities brought this evening.
The question for world peace came up and Kahne listened to those that had answered, and he just simply nodded his head and lightly shrugged his shoulders. Not bad.... He voiced mentally as he took another drink.
Kahne raised his glass to [member="Joza Perl"] when their eyes met. And individual whom he had the pleasure of meeting here recently. Thus he did the same thing as he glanced over to [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Celeste Rigel"] and raising his glass to them two before he looked back to what the festivities brought this evening.
Moonage Daydream
At least he didn’t do a forced doll, see like one of those noir crime films from a long time in the future, in a galaxy far far away…
As the call for medics came up, he grabbed her hand tighter, to hold her. If it was serious, she’d have been called up by name. He had a feeling [member="Joza Perl"] recognized who Celeste was. Probably why the glance before.
“To earn it? In my younger days, complete annihilation of the Sith.” He looked back in his mind, the Alliance and the One Sith. Now? He wanted a net of protection. “Now, I need to rally and unite the light, and make sure someone will carry the torch with me.” A nod, and not a smile, but definitely a look, as if wishing that future into being.
[member="Celeste Rigel"]
Episode 1
Earth Crime Movies
It is an interesting time on Earth
Crime was becoming very fancy, and actor said
‘see’ and ‘dame’ and ‘doll’ and wore fedoras
But then the hats were ruined by the internet
For the night? Yeah, she could easily be that role, he hoped it wouldn’t be a far stretch from where they were together now, anyway. The Corellian Master smiled as she grabbed his hand. He didn’t make any move that he was going to move his away from hers. Not how they were today. Did he know that [member="Zak Amroth"] and [member="Dax Fyre"] were making fun of him? No. And he didn’t rightfully care, either. The entertainment here was interesting, but the company far better.As the call for medics came up, he grabbed her hand tighter, to hold her. If it was serious, she’d have been called up by name. He had a feeling [member="Joza Perl"] recognized who Celeste was. Probably why the glance before.
“To earn it? In my younger days, complete annihilation of the Sith.” He looked back in his mind, the Alliance and the One Sith. Now? He wanted a net of protection. “Now, I need to rally and unite the light, and make sure someone will carry the torch with me.” A nod, and not a smile, but definitely a look, as if wishing that future into being.
[member="Celeste Rigel"]
WelshPsych
Rawr!!!
How would you find Galactic Peace. It was a tough question, Setter jumped in with the simple, yet aggressive answer of killing Sith. But to Yuroic, what Sith? Sith from the Sith Empire? What about Sith from CIS? They were Sith and they were focused on the Dark Side of the Force. There were people who didn't like them? Yuroic got along with them fine but killing Sith wasn't as simple as Setter made it seem. Then there were the Mandalorians under Clan Cadera, they were inciting war just as much as the Sith. Yuroic crossed his arms as he let others talk about their methods. Thinking hard on what he wanted to do. Taking the matter seriously, not just because it was a competition but because it was an important matter, to get peace within the galaxy within their life time would be amazing.
Stepping in front, Yuroic coughed, realising that he was half naked talking about a serious matter, it was tough but he made his pecks flex and jump for a moment but looking a bit more serious. "To gain peace within our life time, violence isn't the way. If we killed all the Sith like Setter suggests, where do we stop? What about the Sith that aren't harming us? What about the First Order and the Mandalorians? They can cause as much harm as the Sith Empire." Yuroic then looked towards the audience and saw Celeste with Coren, a nice couple, there were also a few other faces he recognised. "To gain peace. We need to talk, uniting us is good but there will always be Dark Side faction, there will always be Sith, Knights of Ren and such. However, if we talked, showed trust and mutual respect, then we can start getting to the point where peace is an option."
"Look at the CIS, there are Sith within that faction but we are their allies, Jedi and Sith can live together, but we talked. Still talk, while there are methods we disagree on, we aren't fighting. Conversation and accepting differing ideology, that is the only way peace will be a long term solution." Yuroic shrugged as he doubted many would see his view but he stepped back to let someone else say their piece.
Stepping in front, Yuroic coughed, realising that he was half naked talking about a serious matter, it was tough but he made his pecks flex and jump for a moment but looking a bit more serious. "To gain peace within our life time, violence isn't the way. If we killed all the Sith like Setter suggests, where do we stop? What about the Sith that aren't harming us? What about the First Order and the Mandalorians? They can cause as much harm as the Sith Empire." Yuroic then looked towards the audience and saw Celeste with Coren, a nice couple, there were also a few other faces he recognised. "To gain peace. We need to talk, uniting us is good but there will always be Dark Side faction, there will always be Sith, Knights of Ren and such. However, if we talked, showed trust and mutual respect, then we can start getting to the point where peace is an option."
"Look at the CIS, there are Sith within that faction but we are their allies, Jedi and Sith can live together, but we talked. Still talk, while there are methods we disagree on, we aren't fighting. Conversation and accepting differing ideology, that is the only way peace will be a long term solution." Yuroic shrugged as he doubted many would see his view but he stepped back to let someone else say their piece.
"Hello, fellow Coalition."
Stumbling to his feet, Zak pushed past [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and the others. He waved to [member="Joza Perl"], mistaking her look of concern for one of cheerful encouragement.
"This you should vote me. I leave power, good! Thank you, thank you..." he trailed off for a moment, swaying back and forth on the stage, "If you vote me, I'm hot! Taxes, they'll be lower. The democratic vote for me is right thing to do Skynara, so do!"
He basked in overwhelming applause. The crowd was on their feet, Zak could see [member="Coren Starchaser"] screaming his name. He shot the Jedi Master some finger guns, and deftly caught a bouquet of roses. The Judge could see Joza coming over with his crown and sash. He took a single step towards her stumbled, collapsing onto the center of the stage. Dimly he was aware that the audience was still seated, their standing ovation had been a hallucination, in a sudden moment clarity before the oblivion of unconsciousness consumed him.
Stumbling to his feet, Zak pushed past [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and the others. He waved to [member="Joza Perl"], mistaking her look of concern for one of cheerful encouragement.
"This you should vote me. I leave power, good! Thank you, thank you..." he trailed off for a moment, swaying back and forth on the stage, "If you vote me, I'm hot! Taxes, they'll be lower. The democratic vote for me is right thing to do Skynara, so do!"
He basked in overwhelming applause. The crowd was on their feet, Zak could see [member="Coren Starchaser"] screaming his name. He shot the Jedi Master some finger guns, and deftly caught a bouquet of roses. The Judge could see Joza coming over with his crown and sash. He took a single step towards her stumbled, collapsing onto the center of the stage. Dimly he was aware that the audience was still seated, their standing ovation had been a hallucination, in a sudden moment clarity before the oblivion of unconsciousness consumed him.
Akaran Goddess
A rowdy group of women gathered in a large V.I.P. booth near the stage, ogling and cheering on as the various pieces of eye-candy put on one helluva show. They took turns, cheering for their favorites, throwing a seemingly endless amount of credits at the guys. The ladies were also partaking in some adult beverages, making them become increasingly rambunctious as the night advanced...all except one...
The empress herself, sat rather subdued in the midst of her more crazy compatriots. Clearly showing now, she did manage to crack the ever appreciative smile, and occasional cheer. But when her hubby took the stage, the white-haired fox somehow managed to drown out even those around her,"KNOCK 'EM DEAD BABE!"
She was going to ensure they all enjoyed this rare reprieve to the highest it would allow.
[member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Joza Perl"]
The empress herself, sat rather subdued in the midst of her more crazy compatriots. Clearly showing now, she did manage to crack the ever appreciative smile, and occasional cheer. But when her hubby took the stage, the white-haired fox somehow managed to drown out even those around her,"KNOCK 'EM DEAD BABE!"
She was going to ensure they all enjoyed this rare reprieve to the highest it would allow.
[member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Joza Perl"]
The Reaper of Won Shasot
"Tell me; what would you do to bring about galactic peace?"
'Way to put me on the spot, Jozie', Dax thought to himself as his compatriot, quite out of it, stood up and pushed his way to the front of the stage and with slurred speech said something about...votes? Taxes? How hard had Zak hit his head? The answer, apparently, was 'very' as the poor kid started to keel over. "Chit!" Of course he'd faint at the front of the stage where he was liable to fall right into the crowd. Dax dashed forward and reached out, barely grabbing Zak's shoulder and guiding him back towards the stage, lowering him to the ground. "Look Zark, I know you saved my life and all that way back then, but don't you think this is a bit much?" the Rogue muttered to himself as the medics finally got their butts on the stage.
Dax stepped out of the way and let out a sigh. Well, he supposed he should have expected this. The kid did have a knack for getting himself into trouble. The mic was then passed to Dax, and he could hear his better half shout, quite loudly "KNOCK'EM DEAD BABE!" The slightest bit of red tinged the man's cheeks as he sheepishly grinned at her. Now he just felt like a school kid with his parents watching his talent show performance...a half-naked, fully grown, and very fit school kid...
The Marshal took a deep breath as he thought about the question before speaking, "I guess being the Grand Marshal and all that, I'm supposed to have some profound plan and all that on how to bring about galactic peace right? Some hard and fast strategy to get everyone to play nice and stop all the fighting. Well, I can't really say I got one of those. The galaxy has been fighting itself for many millennia. I don't know how to stop that, but I do know that a single act of compassion, of mercy, can make all the difference. Galactic peace won't come from the guy on top of the hill. Galactic peace comes from you guys," Dax gestured over the crowd as he spoke, suddenly feeling like a tired old man, "I won't keep talking and being all depressing and chit, but be kind to each other, because it matters. And one day, if you lead by example, we might get that galactic peace we're all looking for." Dax passed the mic on to the next contestant silently. He looked over towards Ki again, and gave her a small smile.
[member="Kimiko Taiyo"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Joza Perl"]
'Way to put me on the spot, Jozie', Dax thought to himself as his compatriot, quite out of it, stood up and pushed his way to the front of the stage and with slurred speech said something about...votes? Taxes? How hard had Zak hit his head? The answer, apparently, was 'very' as the poor kid started to keel over. "Chit!" Of course he'd faint at the front of the stage where he was liable to fall right into the crowd. Dax dashed forward and reached out, barely grabbing Zak's shoulder and guiding him back towards the stage, lowering him to the ground. "Look Zark, I know you saved my life and all that way back then, but don't you think this is a bit much?" the Rogue muttered to himself as the medics finally got their butts on the stage.
Dax stepped out of the way and let out a sigh. Well, he supposed he should have expected this. The kid did have a knack for getting himself into trouble. The mic was then passed to Dax, and he could hear his better half shout, quite loudly "KNOCK'EM DEAD BABE!" The slightest bit of red tinged the man's cheeks as he sheepishly grinned at her. Now he just felt like a school kid with his parents watching his talent show performance...a half-naked, fully grown, and very fit school kid...
The Marshal took a deep breath as he thought about the question before speaking, "I guess being the Grand Marshal and all that, I'm supposed to have some profound plan and all that on how to bring about galactic peace right? Some hard and fast strategy to get everyone to play nice and stop all the fighting. Well, I can't really say I got one of those. The galaxy has been fighting itself for many millennia. I don't know how to stop that, but I do know that a single act of compassion, of mercy, can make all the difference. Galactic peace won't come from the guy on top of the hill. Galactic peace comes from you guys," Dax gestured over the crowd as he spoke, suddenly feeling like a tired old man, "I won't keep talking and being all depressing and chit, but be kind to each other, because it matters. And one day, if you lead by example, we might get that galactic peace we're all looking for." Dax passed the mic on to the next contestant silently. He looked over towards Ki again, and gave her a small smile.
[member="Kimiko Taiyo"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Joza Perl"]
The Five Veils Route, Skynara,
Veil of Skynara Transport,
Objective I: Answer the most asked question, ever.
Things took a downward spiral for Chance around the time he - and the others - were asked about galactic peace. This was the kind of stuff from every kind of pageant in every sector of the galaxy, which sort of disappointed the scoundrel. He was also thinking about the other elements of the show, and whether or not his associates had done the job, or if they had royally screwed it up. Given who was involved, namely Kingsley's Jawas, it was a coin toss at this rate...When it was Chance's turn to answer the question about galactic peace, he paused for a moment, considering. The good looking young man tapped his chin, humming to himself, before he walked forward and held both hands out before him, pointing.
"Galactic peace? Simple," He said in a low tone, smiling as he eyed the crowd. "You reform the senate. If it's one thing that works in politics, it's pressure. Pressure will cause the more war-focused groups to settle down, because if they kick up a stink, they'll have the rest of the senate on them. A collective group of leaders that are held accountable by other leaders should pave the way to a more peaceful existence throughout the galaxy... and if anyone tries to pull another Palpatine, well, this time we're aware of that and can stop it a second time around."
Chance looked to the judges, nodding.
"A galactic senate would create leashes to keep everyone on their best behavior. No one wants to fight the rest of the galaxy if they step out of line. That means peace."
With a small bow, and a blow of kisses with his hands, Chance stepped back into the line of male humanoids...
Jedi Accountant
Objective 2: It's raining men
Now that she realized [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] wouldn't bite, and not the least of which because she suspects his area of fiscal residency isn't planned to be served by VPN in the near-future, she took her time to listen to the other contestants that followed, such as [member="Setter Ryburn"], which was perhaps a bit radical to her taste, and [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], which she could probably more readily agree with. But there was one problem with giving out a lifetime of free tax returns: fiscal residency. While, for Griet, it was pretty straightforward at this point, the matter was much more difficult to resolve to some, even with tax treaties such as the Nagai-Talz tax treaty. And it even was a matter of tax litigation, so much so that VPN has hired a lawyer specifically for servicing clients with fiscal residency disputes awaiting litigation, for individuals, corporations as well as trusts. However, before being held liable for promising a service that cannot be delivered, she'd rather ask the question of fiscal residency to see whether or not it can, in fact, be delivered, should he choose to avail himself to it.
"Hey, Yuroic, where is your fiscal residency on? You just won a lifetime of free tax returns, but just because the prize will follow your fiscal residence, a lifetime of free tax returns is just not the same depending on where you are a fiscal resident of"
Now that she realized [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] wouldn't bite, and not the least of which because she suspects his area of fiscal residency isn't planned to be served by VPN in the near-future, she took her time to listen to the other contestants that followed, such as [member="Setter Ryburn"], which was perhaps a bit radical to her taste, and [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], which she could probably more readily agree with. But there was one problem with giving out a lifetime of free tax returns: fiscal residency. While, for Griet, it was pretty straightforward at this point, the matter was much more difficult to resolve to some, even with tax treaties such as the Nagai-Talz tax treaty. And it even was a matter of tax litigation, so much so that VPN has hired a lawyer specifically for servicing clients with fiscal residency disputes awaiting litigation, for individuals, corporations as well as trusts. However, before being held liable for promising a service that cannot be delivered, she'd rather ask the question of fiscal residency to see whether or not it can, in fact, be delivered, should he choose to avail himself to it.
"Hey, Yuroic, where is your fiscal residency on? You just won a lifetime of free tax returns, but just because the prize will follow your fiscal residence, a lifetime of free tax returns is just not the same depending on where you are a fiscal resident of"
Mrs. Starchaser
Glancing over, she spotted [member="Kahne Porte"] raising a glass in their direction. She returned the gesture and had another sip of her pink concoction. Celeste's shoulders began to relax, still straight and graceful, but no longer rigid with tension. The drink was helping, and so was Coren's presence. She canted her head to the side as she listened to him, and blinked softly as she caught the look he'd given her.
“Good answer,” She said and gave his hand a squeeze.
But, as she returned said look, it was as though there was an unspoken understanding. Celeste would be there at his side. After a moment, she lifted one of her credit sticks from the table and slid it into the pocket of Coren's jacket.
“You win,” She smiled. Even if he hadn't gotten up on stage, maybe [member="Coren Starchaser"] really was Mr. Heartbeat. At least, he was in Celeste's eyes. Leaning closer to him, she let her chestnut eyes scan the contestants on the stage. She'd missed some of their answers, but arched a brow. “Now, who do you think will really win?”
“Good answer,” She said and gave his hand a squeeze.
But, as she returned said look, it was as though there was an unspoken understanding. Celeste would be there at his side. After a moment, she lifted one of her credit sticks from the table and slid it into the pocket of Coren's jacket.
“You win,” She smiled. Even if he hadn't gotten up on stage, maybe [member="Coren Starchaser"] really was Mr. Heartbeat. At least, he was in Celeste's eyes. Leaning closer to him, she let her chestnut eyes scan the contestants on the stage. She'd missed some of their answers, but arched a brow. “Now, who do you think will really win?”
Moonage Daydream
The pair were having fun here, and that was important. Too many times Starchaser was worried about the war, or the next front, and not the life he was trying to create for the people who were surviving. The ones that were not on the war front. And today was a good reminder that he could take the time to be a person again, and not worry too hard. Celeste made it a bit easier.
Feeling her grip his hand tighter, the man smiled. Watching her slide the credit chip over, and stick them in his pocket, he shook his head, with a smirk. “Trying to buy me? Not going to bid?” He looked from her to the stage and back to her.
“Or at least a donation?” He was going to bid out for Zak the Concussed. Well, just to get the money in for the fundraiser. He still held her hand and tossed her a wink.
[member="Celeste Rigel"]
Feeling her grip his hand tighter, the man smiled. Watching her slide the credit chip over, and stick them in his pocket, he shook his head, with a smirk. “Trying to buy me? Not going to bid?” He looked from her to the stage and back to her.
“Or at least a donation?” He was going to bid out for Zak the Concussed. Well, just to get the money in for the fundraiser. He still held her hand and tossed her a wink.
[member="Celeste Rigel"]
Hope is the elixir of life. (semi-retired)
"I'm sure the tooth fairy will come... but only if you go to sleep right now, Addison. Mommy and Daddy will be home in a couple of days. Love you and Aiden always. Till then, bye sweetheart."
Alexandra disconnected the long distance comm call, then let out a long sigh. If it wasn't one important thing, it was another that she, no they, missed in their young children's lives. She felt guilty not being there for the twins 24/7, but at the same time it was good to just get away as a couple. I mean lately, [member="Kahne Porte"] and Alex had been together a lot, but it was more as Master and Student. This night out was for fun... and them.
The tall brunette smoothed over her casual chic outfit, then went back inside to where the competition for Mr. Heartbeat was going on. She slipped into the chair next to her husband and reached over to his glass of whiskey and took a hearty sip, then flashed him a lopsided grin as her hand came to rest atop his thigh under the table.
"Everything is okay at home. Addy just finally lost that loose tooth and is worried that the Tooth Fairy won't come. Margarette is going to make sure it happens.... So what did I miss, hmm?" she asked as the Taanabian's brandy brown gaze flicked to the stage and the scantily dressed men parading about for charity.
"Oh my... Quite a lot from what I can see," Alex exclaimed softly with a playful shrug of her bare shoulders and a wink for her own loverboy.
Alexandra disconnected the long distance comm call, then let out a long sigh. If it wasn't one important thing, it was another that she, no they, missed in their young children's lives. She felt guilty not being there for the twins 24/7, but at the same time it was good to just get away as a couple. I mean lately, [member="Kahne Porte"] and Alex had been together a lot, but it was more as Master and Student. This night out was for fun... and them.
The tall brunette smoothed over her casual chic outfit, then went back inside to where the competition for Mr. Heartbeat was going on. She slipped into the chair next to her husband and reached over to his glass of whiskey and took a hearty sip, then flashed him a lopsided grin as her hand came to rest atop his thigh under the table.
"Everything is okay at home. Addy just finally lost that loose tooth and is worried that the Tooth Fairy won't come. Margarette is going to make sure it happens.... So what did I miss, hmm?" she asked as the Taanabian's brandy brown gaze flicked to the stage and the scantily dressed men parading about for charity.
"Oh my... Quite a lot from what I can see," Alex exclaimed softly with a playful shrug of her bare shoulders and a wink for her own loverboy.
Kingsley
intergalactic bird of mystery
"Keep me steady!" Kingsley hissed as loud as he dared over the comm set, swaying precariously halfway up the cargo hold.
Recovering the Veil of Syknara had nearly ended in disaster. For one thing, the sculpture nearly weighed as much as he did. But getting his crewmates to stop shifting long enough for him to even make a grab for it was the real challenge. The delay had cost them valuable time, and he could already hear things starting to die down outside the hold as the pageant moved on from distracting theatrics to a more hushed question and answer round.
"Hkeek nkulla!"
"I don't care if your arms are tired!" he growled, sweating with the effort of holding the sculpture aloft, "Keep pulling! Hold on a second, I think I hear something..."
He squawked softly in alarm when the cargo bay doors opened and a pair of burly looking security officers marched into view. Focused on eye level, so far they hadn't noticed him. Kingsley froze, swaying softly.
"I'm telling you, its nothing," one of the guards was saying to the other, "Some wild porgs or something probably snuck on board and tripped the-"
"The Veil!" the other guard gasped, pointing accusingly at an empty display case, "Sound the alarm!"
"Pull me up!" he breathed as loud as he dared.
There was a sharp painful jerk and he started to ascend. Clattering and cursing on the other end of the line was the only warning he received before he fell. One of the guards looked up just in time to see him plummeting towards them, and gave a cry before ducking aside. Kingsley landed right on top of the other, pummeling him to the floor and nearly losing his grip on the sculpture. There was another painful tug on his waist, and he started to rise again, swinging across the room and accidentally slamming his prize into the face of the second rising guard.
It took him a few seconds to realize that both guards were unconscious, and his beak slowly curved into a greedy smile.
"The perfect crime!" he snickered to himself, wishing [member="Chance Bonaventure"] could have seen this.
Recovering the Veil of Syknara had nearly ended in disaster. For one thing, the sculpture nearly weighed as much as he did. But getting his crewmates to stop shifting long enough for him to even make a grab for it was the real challenge. The delay had cost them valuable time, and he could already hear things starting to die down outside the hold as the pageant moved on from distracting theatrics to a more hushed question and answer round.
"Hkeek nkulla!"
"I don't care if your arms are tired!" he growled, sweating with the effort of holding the sculpture aloft, "Keep pulling! Hold on a second, I think I hear something..."
He squawked softly in alarm when the cargo bay doors opened and a pair of burly looking security officers marched into view. Focused on eye level, so far they hadn't noticed him. Kingsley froze, swaying softly.
"I'm telling you, its nothing," one of the guards was saying to the other, "Some wild porgs or something probably snuck on board and tripped the-"
"The Veil!" the other guard gasped, pointing accusingly at an empty display case, "Sound the alarm!"
"Pull me up!" he breathed as loud as he dared.
There was a sharp painful jerk and he started to ascend. Clattering and cursing on the other end of the line was the only warning he received before he fell. One of the guards looked up just in time to see him plummeting towards them, and gave a cry before ducking aside. Kingsley landed right on top of the other, pummeling him to the floor and nearly losing his grip on the sculpture. There was another painful tug on his waist, and he started to rise again, swinging across the room and accidentally slamming his prize into the face of the second rising guard.
It took him a few seconds to realize that both guards were unconscious, and his beak slowly curved into a greedy smile.
"The perfect crime!" he snickered to himself, wishing [member="Chance Bonaventure"] could have seen this.
Mrs. Starchaser
Laughing, Celeste gave him a small shrug. “I might be trying to buy you.” Of course, she really didn't need to use credits to keep Coren's company. She followed his eyes towards the stage, but her gaze remained there for a few moments before she turned back to [member="Coren Starchaser"]. She gave his pocket a small pat. “That's yours now, you won it fair and square – feel free to include it in your bid.”
In fact, she was planning to bid, just contribute to the cause. Calling over one of the scantily clad servers again, she informed him of her bids and handed over her credits. Of course, she had put the credits on the two Silvers – [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and [member="Setter Ryburn"]. Even if they didn't win, she appreciated that they were willing to step on stage for the greater good.
“There,” She said. “I have my fingers crossed for the Silvers.”
She held up her slim fingers, delicately crossed to punctuate her point.
In fact, she was planning to bid, just contribute to the cause. Calling over one of the scantily clad servers again, she informed him of her bids and handed over her credits. Of course, she had put the credits on the two Silvers – [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and [member="Setter Ryburn"]. Even if they didn't win, she appreciated that they were willing to step on stage for the greater good.
“There,” She said. “I have my fingers crossed for the Silvers.”
She held up her slim fingers, delicately crossed to punctuate her point.
Hope is Kindled
"I'm sure she is excited." Kahne said with a smile as he looked towards Alexandra, she looked as beautiful as ever. The man was happy to have her at his side. "The tooth fairy will definitely come. She's the sweetest girl in the galaxy." Kahne rested his hand upon hers and gave it a gently squeeze.
It was nice to get out as they were right now. Not having to worry about to much, just to be themselves and to enjoy each others company. While here recently they were with each other quite a lot it wasn't the same when they were just together just as a couple. That was always the best time.
"You missed quite a lot." Kahne chuckled slightly as he felt her nudge against him. "Should I be jealous?" He joked, as he took the glass back and finished what was left. With a satisfied sigh, he requested another from the server passing by.
[member="Alexandra Porte"]
It was nice to get out as they were right now. Not having to worry about to much, just to be themselves and to enjoy each others company. While here recently they were with each other quite a lot it wasn't the same when they were just together just as a couple. That was always the best time.
"You missed quite a lot." Kahne chuckled slightly as he felt her nudge against him. "Should I be jealous?" He joked, as he took the glass back and finished what was left. With a satisfied sigh, he requested another from the server passing by.
[member="Alexandra Porte"]
Hope is the elixir of life. (semi-retired)
Alexandra nestled up against her husband as they sat side by side at the table. This was such a nice break from all the training and missions as of late. Tonight was for them, and she was going to make the best of it.
When the server took Kahne's drink order, the brunette raised her hand. "I'll have the same, please... and a plate of your Outback Skins too," she added as Alex needed to eat something with the alcohol.
"Well, I have to say they are rather entertaining to watch," the Taanabian grinned with a mischievous twinkle etched in those brandy brown orbs of hers. "But.... the truth is I plan to go home with the real Mr. Hearbeat, and looking forward to him making my pulse quicken as only he can." she winked before pressing a kiss to the Jedi Master's smooth cheek.
"Hmmm... Now, whom should I vote for?"
[member="Kahne Porte"]
When the server took Kahne's drink order, the brunette raised her hand. "I'll have the same, please... and a plate of your Outback Skins too," she added as Alex needed to eat something with the alcohol.
"Well, I have to say they are rather entertaining to watch," the Taanabian grinned with a mischievous twinkle etched in those brandy brown orbs of hers. "But.... the truth is I plan to go home with the real Mr. Hearbeat, and looking forward to him making my pulse quicken as only he can." she winked before pressing a kiss to the Jedi Master's smooth cheek.
"Hmmm... Now, whom should I vote for?"
[member="Kahne Porte"]
Mother of Pearl
The answers to her question had been interesting, but the crowd was too tipsy to care one way or another. She gave [member="Kahne Porte"] and his wife [member="Alexandra Porte"] a smile in turn when she spotted them, glad to see them turn out and show their support. [member="Coren Starchaser"] seemed to really be hitting it off with [member="Celeste Rigel"]. However odd that was, perhaps someone like Celeste could temper the galactic wrecking ball. Maybe then he’d stop allowing her kids onto the battlefield.
The votes were cast, and an envelope was handed to her. “Ladies and gentleman, I’d like to announce the winner. This year’s Mr. Heartbeat is…” Pausing for dramatic effect, she opened the envelope and retrieved the notecard. “…[member="Setter Ryburn"]!” Whatever Setter had done, he’d worked his charm on the crowd and won them over.
“Everyone, give Mr. Ryburn a big hand!” The crowd cheered while the ceremonial crown and scepter were brought out.
The votes were cast, and an envelope was handed to her. “Ladies and gentleman, I’d like to announce the winner. This year’s Mr. Heartbeat is…” Pausing for dramatic effect, she opened the envelope and retrieved the notecard. “…[member="Setter Ryburn"]!” Whatever Setter had done, he’d worked his charm on the crowd and won them over.
“Everyone, give Mr. Ryburn a big hand!” The crowd cheered while the ceremonial crown and scepter were brought out.
[member="Chance Bonaventure"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]