Music of the night [Open to all Silver Jedi]

[NightSister]

Rhen Var​

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In the middle of the glacial planet of Rhen Var stood a huge, grand building carved almost entirely out of ice. The palace-like structure had been put up courtesy of the Silver Jedi Order, and that night it was being lavishly decorated from the inside, lighting up the icy building to turn it into a palace. That palace would set the scene for what would be the Order's first ball - a masquerade.​

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It was to be the Order's way of boosting their members' morale while assuring them of their unity, showing that however much they fought against evil, however much they failed and however many they lost, the Order of the Silver Jedi would remain one of peace and even happiness.​

Now they would have a night where the only worrying things would be trivial and of little importance the next day, and consequences were of no meaning. The guardians could put down their sabers and instead put on their dancing shoes. The shadows could abandon their covers and facades to instead don masks made with jewels. The sages could have a glass of champagne with those that they had healed. The consulars could exchange their diplomatic debates for light-hearted conversations and fun.​

Tonight would be a night where there was nothing more to think about than the dancing, the merriment and the music of the night.​

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Open to all members of the Silver Jedi Order.​

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

[member="Lily Hex-Volsh"]

Well what better time was there to do things then at a party as the jedi knight was there dancing. A small mask on her face as well as the jingling sounds of her bracelets on her wrist with a look on her face. Providing a small place as she and her padawan could enjoy the place here with a nod of her head. "See now this is a fun place we can be and do things." She was moving and enjoying the look of the place here on Rhen Vat they had gotten set up for all of them. Now they just needed the real good music that would be able to set the mood and hopefuly other dancers like [member="Joza Perl"] would show up to flail around with her and Lily and set the theme of trying to enjoy the time and decompress.

 

[Judah Lesan Jr.]

Judah was not a dancer, not in the sense that most thought. The padawan had be forced to learn certain katas as a way to help him meditate and breathe. They also had helped with his combat. He was a rustic man however, having been raised in the forests of Coronet Peak by his parents. Dancing was not a skill he had learned, nor had it been something he had ever done much of. Yet, he was at the ball. Why? Because Judah was trying to move beyond the past several months, and come to terms with the fact his life did not end when he took the life of that Sith. Everything for him recently came down to the fact he only saw blood on his hands whenever he looked at them. Today was about the living, and so today he would try his best to live.

It was a masquerade, and it was from the title he pulled his inspiration for the costume. A white mask covered a portion of his face as his hair was slicked back. A black Victorian style tuxedo had been rented for the evening, and black leather gloves and shoes covered his hands and feet. To pull of the look even more, Judah carried with him a single red rose. Perhaps if he should meet up with a person to dance with, or attempt to not step on the toes of whoever was unlucky enough to be his partner, they would receive the rose. It would likely be a consolation as he was not a good dance partner by any means.

As Judah walked into the scene he was happy he had chosen the outfit he did. This was by far one of the fanciest settings he had been in during his life. While he was accustomed to having credits, he was not accustomed to the lavish environments which came as a result of having it. Judah truly was a simple person, and despite the experience life had given him, he really was an innocent. He just did not see himself in that light.

 

[Joza Perl]

Zeltrons liked parties. That was an irrefutable fact. So when Joza heard the words “masquerade ball”, what she really heard was “party”.

Drifting through the crowd, one might guess that the Zeltron woman was attempting to test the dress code. Joza was aware that she was not on her home planet, and that her favorite skin-tight cocktail dress with the sequins and cut out sides was probably not the best choice in attire. Wearing something like that would be embarrassing…maybe not for her, but for the others involved.

That being said, she wasn’t exactly dressed appropriately for a masquerade ball. Many of the women had gorgeous gowns—layered fabric with tasteful cuts and designs. Joza, on the other hand, decided to wear the same dress she’d worn during the The Kathol Outback’s Shindig Job. Though miles already of conservative by Zeltron standards, it was covered in rhinestones, sheer in several places and showed quite a bit of leg. Perhaps she’d get a few repulsed looks, but she was used to shrugging them off after leaving Zeltros.

Brushing her long tress of red hair over one shoulder, she went in search of her first target for the evening…drinks. Did they even serve alcohol at these things? There was a flask stored in her bosom just in case.

 

[Connor Harrison]

The black and grey mask which covered the mid-section of his face was as devoid of décor and flamboyance as the wearer was. It was a stone’s throw from his last masquerade effort of gold and black; but he was different then – more carefree. Now he was here out of duty to ensure the others had a good time.

Connor had opted for muted colour in his outfit; a black ensemble with crimson tails, crimson stripes down the torso, crimson gloves and a thick brown belt. It could be seen as somewhat regal, but it was his outfit used to blend in with the crowds away from his more dutiful attire.

Rhen Var was a poignant place for Connor; it had been where his life had both ended and begun; where he had nearly died but also been reborn. From sitting on the external citadel steps and meeting some hulking stranger called [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] to now watching over old and new faces of an order he had helped nurture, Rhen Var was a special place indeed.

This “ice palace” was also a thing of beauty – dry ice crept along the floor and swirled as guests mingled and danced through it. Open walkways spiralled from the ground floor up leading guests to the lower levels where they had bars, buffets and chill-out rooms. All weapons were checked at the door by the Rangers on duty, but even they made the effort the blend in with their masks.

The music was rousing and echoed all around the ice palace. The lights were atmospheric as they span and shone around. The conversations were loud, the food and drink in good supply and there was a feeling of unification for members and allies of the Silver Jedi Order coming out of the dissolving of the Coalition. Connor couldn’t deny he was happy to see their name-sake back.

Standing two floors up, away from the hub of the lavish masquerade, the Rogue Master leant on a railing with both hands and surveyed from above like a hawk. Maybe he was here to protect them, or maybe he was here just to observe the future of the Order. Either way, it was their time, and Connor was happy to watch and ensure they enjoyed themselves well into the night.

They certainly needed this.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

This night was uncustomary for the Silver Jedi, but regardless of this fact something as enjoyable as a ball was more then welcomed. The idea of for one night forgetting all the recent trails that had had them regroup, for all the issues within the galaxy, they are ordinary people at the end of the day, people like any other that enjoy time to relax and let their hair down. It felt foreign to her, to be walking with her husband [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], along the wide corridor toward the doors to the main room in which the ball will take place. Even more so to be wearing a ball gown and mask, but ever cautious her lightsaber was strapped to upper thigh under the folds of the skirt of the dress.

The ice palace was carved with such perfection, every detail accounted for and nothing left wanting. She could hear the music filtering down the corridor and the soft chatter of those already in attendance. "Do you remember our last dance together my love?", she sudden stopped and turned to look up into her husband's handsome face before placing her hand to rest on his heart. "High up on the spire of the Cathedral of Winds, so defiant we were dancing there on a sith world as blaster bolts rained around us", she grinned wide with the remembrance. "You were so determined we would dance". She leaned upward and placed a kiss on his lips and her hand glided up to his shoulder.

Reluctantly, she pulled back from their embrace, her finger removing any smudge of makeup she left behind, "Now we shall dance with our friends and family". She looped her arms in his once more, prepared for him to lead her into the room and greet those that awaited them and dance the night away.

[member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | [member="Aria Vale"]​

 

[Lief]

The wonderful thing about attending a masquerade full of people that you didn't know was that they didn't know they hadn't met you before.

Faceless individuals moved here and there, their choice in adornment speaking more about them than any words might have. Simple, extravagant, dainty, plain, full face, half face, just the eyes... She did not know a single present soul, none that were actually going to be amidst the dancing that was, and yet she felt nothing in the way of nerves.

As she made her way up the icy steps of the Rhen Var academy - truly, more beautiful than anything she had ever seen before, with the declining light of dusk casting it in a shimmer - Kyra pondered on the night ahead. Her dearest friend and confidant had told her much about these people, things that she deemed both positive and negative features, but it wasn't until this very evening that she had found herself among them.

Jakku was a world away from this land of ice and snow. In fact she knew that such a magnificent structure would have melted in seconds under the fierce heat of its sun. And sand did not have quite the same effect. It was bland, coarse, and it got everywhere. Not like this frozen wasteland. It seemed as though her life would be full of surprises now that [member='Connor Harrison'] had returned to it. So many wondrous things that she had never before witnessed.

The chill which had set in quickly diminished as she stepped beneath the entrance way and into the main foyer. The final calm before the ensuing storm. A thin cloak was draped around her shoulders, fighting off the worst of the exterior weather, but now that the warmth was creeping in she allowed herself a moment of preparation before sliding it off.

Kyra was still not certain that she had chosen the right gown for the occasion. She was a tank top and trousers type of girl, forever covered in grease and oil, her hair messily pulled up so it wasn't in the way. Heavy boots, some special leather, usually adorned her feet. Her face plain... No sense in wasting time on your appearance if it was going to be reduced to a smudgy mess in minutes.

Today, however... Today was different. Her chosen attire was a far cry away from the junker, in fact she felt certain that the fools down in Cratertown would be hooting with laughter if they could see her now. The dress was beautiful, material draped so tenderly over her skin that it barely felt there at all. One shoulder was bared to reveal a prominent collarbone, while the opposing waist suffered the same exposure to the cool air.

Each step she took after removing the cloak had the skirt parting just a touch up her right leg... A decidedly strange sensation. Nothing clung, it simply lay, falling over each curve while honestly revealing very little. Even her hair remained free of restraint, hanging lazily down and reaching her shoulders thanks to the delicate ringlets which unusually adorned it.

She would have been lying if she said she didn't feel a little awkward in it. The first dress she had ever bought, chosen by some idjit who apparently knew what worked and what didn't. You simply must try this one... It's from our new line, and it would suit your body wonderfully... Kyra was no expert, she had trusted the tailor. Perhaps a little too trusting.

It's fine, Kyra. Nobody knows it's you. Nobody even knows who you are, though I daresay it's high time they did. You cannot hide behind him for the rest of your life, girl... You said you wanted to make a difference, you said you were open to change, so make the steps to carve your own fate. Only you can do so.

Three steps brought her out of the foyer and into a room so vast it was imposing. Split onto three levels, with a great ballroom taking up the lower and a sprawling bar to one side.

"And here I thought Jedi didn't drink" she mused to herself, with a cheeky little grin. One hand lifted to readjust the mask which covered her eyes, a project she had been working on in earnest ever since Connor had insisted she attend. Their time on Sarkany had revealed in her a love for the dainty greenery which adorned the tallest trees, beautiful leaves which had changed colour over their time there. It was this she had drawn her inspiration from, and while it was wrought from metal it remained surprisingly light.

Inhaling a small breath, Kyra felt her focus intensify before she continued on through the room, lingering on the edge of the dance floor for now. Simply watching. She could see the Grandmaster - [member='Thurion Heavenshield'] - dancing with his wife, [member='Coci Heavenshield']... The only two members of the Order she knew by sight. After all, Connor had spoken of them so much that she'd felt compelled to do a little research. They seemed to glow in the radiance of one another, kindred souls if ever she had seen any.

She edged her way around to the bar, keeping her posture perfect yet approachable. An odd sight for any here who might have known her, as Kyra was a serial sloucher. Somehow slouching in such attire didn't seem appropriate at all.

Order a drink and then mingle... She always had loved meeting strangers. There was something freeing about it, they had no preconceived notions on how she ought to act, they did not have any expectations of her. She could be herself. And that was perfect.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Donned in a more humble outfit than he'd worn at their wedding and his brother's coronation, Thurion still kept to Valkyri fashion by sporting a brown, almost crimson, leather jacket on top of a simple but comfortable shirt, along with dark trousers and leather boots. His beard was closely trimmed and his blonde hair swept back, fully exposing the worn face of one who had fought countless battles over the last couple decades, down every last faded scar. Hung from his belt was not a lightsaber, but rather the sword Snowfall resting in its scabbard for a more ceremonial purpose than anything else. As the dresscode for a masquerade demanded, upon his face sat an ornate mask crafted from lightweight metals.

When his wife spoke to him, Thurion didn't answer. His focus was wholly spent on taking in every inch of her face and her figure, each of them pure perfection in his eyes. It was times like these that he simply could not believe she was real, and that she'd chosen him to spend her life with. Even after all this time, he felt truly blessed by her love. Instead of speaking, there was a wide smile of a young boy reaching from cheek to cheek. They moved through the crowd occupying the outskirts of the wide-open dance floor already busy with pairs dancing the hours away.

Only when they stood upon the dance floor did he open his mouth, his eyes sparkling like sapphires as he spoke from directly from his heart. "You are so beautiful," was all he said, utterly stricken with how magnificent she looked. He then took her by the hand and raised it to his lips for a tender kiss. "May I have this dance, my lady?"

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Kyra Sol"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | [member="Aria Vale"]​

 

[Connor Harrison]

He slowly rubbed his thumbs together, elbows on the frosted railing and he smiled to himself subtly as he watched his friends and allies, and even some of THEIR friends and allies come together under the safety and unity of the Silver Jedi Order. They couldn't have picked a better place for a gathering like this. What would be even better would wrapping up in furs outside by the gas fires to watch the Rhen Var stars above and the galaxy peeking in at the festivities.

He noticed [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and [member="Coci Heavenshield"] since most of those in there way parted and smiled and stopped to say hello. He had to smile more because they were the golden couple; the ones he had admired from the start. The ones who had helped him through the dark times and pushed him forward when things looked impossible to move on from. While the Bearded One scrubbed up well, it was his beaming wife who stole the show.

"Enjoy yourselves, Grandmaster," he whispered, talking direct to Thurion's mind, "and give that radiant wife of yours a kiss from me."

He couldn't help smirk as he started to tap to the music as it swelled for another round.

[member="Nico Minuro Ike"] and [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] were newer faces to Connor, but they would be the future of the Order and they certainly looked the part.

Under the mask, Connor squinted a moment as one [member="Joza Perl"] certainly drew in a few whispers and smiles from those around her as she made her way through the crowds. For a moment Connor caught himself staring - of course he was; who wouldn't? She looked stunning in her dress. While he hadn't really gotten to know her, he had at least scratched the surface of the Zeltron's personal battles, and he would keep an eye on her to make sure she stayed on the side of the Light where she belonged.

Another, talking to a few guests, took his eye and looked familiar - [member="Kyra Sol"] - except he couldn't place her. She looked familiar, but from where, he didn't know. She seemed to glide across, keeping herself to herself, but with a radiant smile and a very calm manner in which she held herself. It wasn't Kyra was it...? Others took her attention, and he decided against it being her. This world wouldn't be the most inviting for her and she'd be comfortable in tank-tops and cargo trousers. She would have benefited from being here.

If things carried on like this, he'd try to break away a bit later once he was happy things were secure and everyone was enjoying the night. He was happy enough seeing others happy.

 

[Lief]

Adiara had been completely adamant that he would most definitely not be wearing a mask this night.

Childsplay, simply childsplay, this whole fiasco. Waltzing around under mysterious guise, acting coy in the hopes that some fool might eye you up, pretending that you didn't know who it was, ridiculous... Simply ridiculous! Everybody knows who you are, anyway, this is a room filled with idjits trained to sense that sort of thing!

Two hours before he was due to land on Rhen Var, when he was all done up in his suit, he remained of the same mind.

Absolutely not! There is no way I am walking into this event with some stupid piece of ceramic stuck to my face. I'd rather be caught sleeping with... Well, maybe not that... But still!

And yet somehow, even with this in mind, when Adiara walked through the arches and into the ballroom there lay upon his face a silver adornment. Apparently it wasn't an option, not in the eyes of some of the younger Jedi at the event.

Pesky Jedi... They preach about choice but really, when it comes down to it, all they want is conformity. Bah!

He slicked back his hair and ran a hand over his clean shaven face. It felt strange to be unladen again after so long sporting a full beard and long unkempt hair, though he knew that it was long overdue. It didn't matter though, he wasn't here to make an impression he was simply around to observe. After all while these fools enjoyed their evening of revelry somebody had to stand watch. So many Jedi in one spot? A Sith's wish come true!

Still as he ventured around the edge of the dancefloor he couldn't help but notice that the role of silent watchman had already been stolen. Up near the rafters, Phantom Reborn, stood the fool who gave him this position among the Silvers in the first place.

I see you there, Master Harrison, looking so broody as you seem to enjoy doing... Think you're going to steal my role for the evening, do you? Well think again!

Of course, it was ludicrous to think that only one person could do the job. Didn't stop him from his internal mutterings all the same. Damn Jedi, it was like he had it out for him or something!

"I do so hope there's caf' on offer around here somewhere..."

Void knew he wouldn't be getting through the evening without it.

So many faces, so many strangers, he had never come into contact with. Part of him felt a pang of sadness that the one soul in the Galaxy who might have made the evening more bearable was nowhere to be found. Aerin, the speck of fire from Nar Shaddaa... Would she have appreciated this call to home? She did so enjoy the ice after all!

No use thinking on that, Adiara. She is long gone now, and in a Galaxy so vast you've no hopes of meeting her again. That's the sad truth of the matter! Now stop your moping, you old fool... And find a good spot to observe from.

[member='Connor Harrison']

 

[NightSister]

No matter how far out of her shell she came, however many dances she attended and however many conversations she lived through, Aria would always feel out of place in grand affairs, especially ones such as tonight's masquerade. However, that didn't mean she didn't plan to enjoy herself - even if her ever-stronger ties to the Silver Jedi hadn't placed her under a moral obligation to come, it was likely enough that she would have shown up anyway. It would take a few dances and perhaps a cocktail or two, but Aria had every intention of having fun.

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Dressed in an elegant black gown which hopefully matched the grand and glamorous theme of the ball, Aria entered the palace, her abnormally high heels scratching on the icy floors. Not sure where to look as she made her grand entrance - she was far too afraid to make eye contact - she found herself admiring the scenery. The venue for the masquerade was nothing short of stunning, especially when one looked at the harsh and frigid lands that surrounded, and made for a good way to avoid catching anyone's eye.​

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The first thing she did was find herself a glass of champagne - she had no intention of getting drunk, but without a bit of alcohol to tone down her social discomfort, she'd be sitting down all night and avoiding human contact. Taking a glass along with a chocolate truffle from a little golden serving dish, Aria wove her way through the maze of people to a nice empty table, where she took a sip of her drink and at last scanned the hall. While masks where a nice way to add a twist to the traditional ball, they did little in the way of hiding one's identity, and so it took no more than a few​

moments to pick out some familiar faces - she recognized her Master, Connor, standing on an upper floor and appearing even less integrated into the environment than herself, the Grandmaster, dancing with his wife Coci, Joza Perl, another Master and an acquaintance of hers, ensuring that the ball remained a party, among several others whom she could put no name to.​

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Well, you can't stay here all night, she thought to herself as she drained the last of her champagne. She would have to send her compliments to whoever was in charge of the drinks later. Readjusting the ribbon that kept her intricately adorned black mask on her head, Aria stood up reluctantly and headed out into the centre of the hall, where couples were waltzing merrily to a beautiful classical piece.
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Guess I didn't think this all the way through. It quickly became clear that if Aria were to remain where the dancers were, she would be one of about three dancing alone. Right away, she retreated back to the sidelines, but didn't sit down. By now there were too many people there, and if she could still find an empty table, sitting there alone would appear just the slightest bit antisocial.
Instead, she stood by the side, keeping a watchful eye out for newcomers.​

[member="Connor Harrison"] - [member="Joza Perl"] - [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] - [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] - [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] - [member="Coci Heavenshield"] - [member="Adiara Drelas"]​

 

[Judah Lesan Jr.]

Judah watched as others strode into the ballroom with much more suave and elegance than he had. There was one more element which they had which Judah lacked, confidence. The young padawan was confident in the fact he was ready for the trials if he ever found a master. He was confident that he could best many of his fellow padawans and even some knights in saberplay. The confidence Judah lacked was the confidence he needed to walk right up to a woman such as [member="Joza Perl"] and ask for a dance. Instead he had himself convinced he was out her league despite the fact she was a Zeltron.

Others entered, faces Judah did not know. In fact there were only two he had recognized. [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and [member="Coci Heavenshield"] were known by almost all who were there. Judah still had fond memories of the Fete they had organized, though he looked back on that know with bittersweet thoughts. Pressing his emotions deeper within his eyes fell to a fellow wallflower. Her movements were near what his own would be if he actually had wanted to try and dance. She moved from an empty table to the group which seemed to be heading toward the dance floor only to move back again. Perhaps he would be safe with her, and he would not have to dance. At any rate he would not be alone. Socialization was not his issue.

He quietly approached her trying to come up with a line to break the ice. This was where he was nothing like his father who would likely insert his foot in his mouth the moment he opened it. No, junior was too innocent, or wary, to do that. This was a masquerade though, so something a bit more bold than usual may be called for. "Perhaps a pop of color would make you stand out more," he said as he offered the rose he held in his hand to [member="Aria Vale"]. "If I carry this around much longer people might start asking questions. It will complement you more than it will me I think."

That was either the cheesiest thing he had ever done, or not, but he wasn't going to know until she answered. A server passed by and he quickly grabbed a glass of champagne which likely broadcasted he was second guessing whether that was the right thing to say or not. The young Lesan was not used to these formal settings and was looking forward to shedding the tuxedo for work clothes. He would rather have something he could build with his hands than dress up for such a lavish affair. Judah truly was country at heart.

[member="Adiara Drelas"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Kyra Sol"] [member="Nico Minuro Ike"]

 

[Gideon Crowseye]

Darkness, complete and utter darkness was the only sanctuary he found in this damnable metal box. He didn't belong here, he belonged on the nice hard ground, looking up at stars not traveling among them! Yet here he was moving through the heavens pushed onward by a fiery tail. Would the Gods even know where to look for him if he died up here so far from home? Not that he really wanted to get started on that again, exactly how far he was from home was enough to make him feel ill. How was he to know the galaxy was so big? He thought he was well traveled from hunts, and yet his mind literally couldn't comprehend the distances they'd traveled tonight. Was it even tonight? How did the tell time up here? Did one world get to claim the standard for the entire thing or was everyone just confused all the time?

Either way here he was dressed in his finest, which was evidently not the galactic standard of finest. Still he rather liked it other then it was so damned hot up here. The ship must be too close to a star, it was the only explanation for the heat. They were all going to die gobbled up by the flames of a star and just disappear. He wanted to pace, but there just wasn't enough room and that would only make him hotter. His leg twitched almost uncontrollably though as he tried to gain control of his nervousness.

What if she wasn't excited to see him, or happy he came? He didn't fit in here, he was just plain ignorant, a savage. What if he was like a mongrel dog just shedding about the place and being an embarrassment? Sure she'd never made him feel anything else less then special down on the planet, but up here he was just so damn backwards. If that was the case though, her Mother wouldn't have invited him, but what if she secretly hated him and this was her way of showing Mysa she was being silly for being around him?

Standing he staved off dread panic as they finally arrived, and he donned his mask before exiting behind Mysa's mother. He was nervous but he held himself straight and tall without too much nerve. Well at least the twitch had stopped now that he was moving. It was all so much to take in, the lights, the smells, creatures he had no idea existed, but at least the ice cooled him off at least. With a deep breath he kept his shoulders up and trudged on in utter dread and anxious anticipation. His eyes never stopped though, not for a single moment did they stop searching for her. Of all the things he could have seen and wondered at he saw far less, because his heart had eyes for only one.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

These people had no idea how to masquerade.

For one thing, masquerade meant costume party! And costumes meant more than just some silly mask that did nothing to conceal who you were. You didn't have to be 913 years old to know that.

"How long have you had these appetizers?"

Yes, he was a little short to be a stormtrooper.

Standing up an impromptu security checkpoint at the end of the hors d'oeuvres line, the youngling knight was attired in a children's stormtrooper costume he'd found from an Imperial Party City surplus store out in the Kathol Outback, on one of the worlds of the former Imperial Remnant.

After listening to some flimsy excuse about just going through the line, the small Anzat felt he had no choice but to confiscate the plate of appetizers for reasons of national security. Waving one hand, the boy ushered the now food-less Jedi to go on about his business. "Move along. Move along."

And now, evidence of weapons of mass destruction in hand, it was vital that the boy get this to the crime lab!

Note that 'weapons of mass destruction' in this context may have appeared to have been a plate of delicious finger foods.

And the 'crime lab' may have seemed, to an outsider, as nothing more than a room with a HoloStation 4 in it where the younglings had congregated together.

Sor-Jan wasn't the only one wandering around Rhen Var. [member="Boo Chiyo"] was almost certainly lurking somewhere and, if Sor-Jan was here, [member="3X744"] was probably around, too. And that polar bear kid, who didn't even know what HoloStation was!

[member="Gideon Crowseye"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Adiara Drelas"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]​

 

[Joza Perl]

Ah, the familiar feeling of having eyes on her. Not nearly all of them, of course, but even the quick glances were relished. It was nice to attract attention sometimes, and the Zeltron had been a performer long before she was a Jedi. Not that she was going to be busting out any raunchy moves during such an exquisite affair—at least not at least until she was good and inebriated.

Some faces were more familiar than others…well, half-faces. That was right, this was a masquerade. Perhaps some of the funny looks she’d gotten were due to the fact that she was without a mask. With a huff of realization, she dug into the little evening bag she’d brought along, fetching the glittery mask and settling it onto her face. She was used to wearing all sorts of veils during performances, but honestly this was just a waste of a good contour.

A serving droid happened to whisk by, and she deftly plucked a flute of what she hoped was alcohol from its tray. Taking a cautious sip of the champagne, the Zeltron winced. Ugh. A hand quickly reached into her bust, retrieving a small flask as glanced to the side. Quickly, she poured a slug of the clear liquid into her glass and took another delicate sip. Ah, much better. She could actually taste something other than carbonation now. Slipping the flask back into her chest, she glanced around idly with her lips pressed to the glass. The Masters of the Order had arrived, and for the first time she noticed what a stunning couple they were—it made her smile against the flute.

Miss [member="Aria Vale"] was in attendance as well, a talented Padawan with a tenacious streak Joza approved of. She was currently in the company of someone she didn’t recognize—a young [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] Finally, her gaze rested on the form of [member="Connor Harrison"]—watching the festivities like a sentinel from several floors above. A brow arched from behind her glitzy mask, and she swiped another glass of refreshment from a server as she shifted her way through the crowds, passing a…storm trooper? Who appeared to be policing the appetizer buffet?

Shaking her head, she ascended the staircase and approached the Rogue Master, a drink in each hand while her evening bag hung from a strap on her wrist. “You put the effort in to dress so nice, why hide away up here, out of sight?” Her tone was friendly if not a bit teasing, and she held one of the champagne flutes—the one she had not spiked—out to him. “Drink?”

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

When he had heard the Silver Order would come to Rhen Var for a ball, Théo looked at the message with disbelief. It was not until the construction of the ice palace had began did he truly believe this would take place and once that happened he had organised security for the ball. After all there would be lots of the Silver Jedi attending and on his watch so nothing was left to chance while they started here to celebrate.


He walked the sides of the room, dressed in a dark blue suit to suit to occasion with a blue mask to match the attire.


Quite frankly he felt like a goof in this get up, always seen mostly in his Valkyri black leathers and fur especially here on Rhen Var. However, he trailed around the edge of the room, sipping on his drink with his eyes watching those that had arrived. Father and Mother had arrived and took to the dance floor, a curious grin formed on his lips as he watched them for a moment and deep down he hoped one day to have a love of his own as equally as powerful as his parents have for each other.

The girls of the Silver Order looked amazing in all their finery, dresses that showed off their wonderful frames, they all look beautiful but for a moment his mind recalled a girl, covered in mud and swamp water and those green eyes that sparkled like emeralds. He allowed her in his mind for a moment, before he pushed the image of her away and returned his mind to the ball.

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[member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Gideon Crowseye"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Adiara Drelas"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Kyra Sol"] | [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | and father [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

To be honest, there was much about these fur-less peoples that Kiriko simply couldn't understand.

Chief among them was this predisposition towards dressing up. Or dressing at all, for that matter. A Beorni's fur provided all the warmth, comfort, and security a bear could ever need! At least when it was dry. In fact, a Beorni could overheat when running by virtue of how much body heat was retained by their thick, multi-layer coat. Now, when it was wet, it was a poor insulator. That's when a Beorni needed a good layer of fat to pad the body.

Which, maybe that was the reason for all these clothing things. These fur-less peoples were really, really thin. Especially the pink lady. Or the pink-lady-who-was-pinkish-but-not-like-in-your-face-pink. The latter of which was Master Théo's mum, though there were two others of similar skin tone that were all equally emaciated in figure.

Did these human peoples ever eat?

In any event. There were clothings. And masks. And one confused cub who was doing his best to nonetheless be the best helper he could be. "Can I take your cloak, sir?"

He was a good helper bear.

Plus, Master Théo was responsible for the Silver Watch thing-y. And the Silver Watch thing-y was responsible for this Land of the Rhen Var. And so they were hosts for these colorful, confusing, clothed people. And that meant they had responsibilities!

From checking cloaks and capes, to picking up around the ballroom, to helping the catering droids refresh the appetizers, the small white bear was a slow but steady bundle of energy. Making his way over to check on the food, the bear saw that only a few Ithorian lettuce wraps were left. So he went ahead and finished off the plate, so that he could take it into the kitchen to get another.

And then, when he'd done that, he ate a couple of more. To make sure that the fresh ones were good.

Quality control was very important to the Silver Watch.

Then, picking up a small plate, the boy went through the line and started making up an assortment of different things. Corellian meatballs. Sullustan sausages. Mandalorian spiced kabobs. And, when he'd finished putting the plate together, the small cub made his way through the crowd and presented the plate up to [member="Théodred Heavenshield"].

"Here, Master," the boy offered cheerfully.

 

[Lily Hex-Volsh]

She walked, or rather, danced around her father with excitement and delight the young zeltron was has yet to attend something like this, it was always books in and books out with the occasional dance with her master [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] . As fun as that was it would not compare to the festivities that were to come at this "ball" that she was hearing so much about. She giggled lightly as she stopped for a moment keeping close to her ever silent father whilst holding his large hand with one hand while pulling her blue and silver dress that was meant to match her masters. outward to show it off a bit. "How do I look?" She asked her father with a light smile. The large hooded man clad in his heavy robes and armor looked down to his daughter, the monster of a man grunted before leaning down and bit to rub her cheek lightly with his thumb to clean off a little smudge of make up she had missed in her excitement. "Wonderful." The warrior commented. "Did you remember your mask?" The warrior questioned her. The young zeltron's smile widened as she put on her mask then feigned a pout. "Now I look like you!" She joked to her father letting out a giggle, the warrior let out a sigh in response. As they entered the room her eyes widened as she saw the glorious sized room filled with members of the order all finely dressed and the decor creating such a wondrous setting.

She looked up to her father and gave him a hug knowing this was not something that he was comfortable staying at and knew he would not be staying long. The warrior took a knee so he could look to her face to face as he tidied her up a bit from patting her hair down to straightening out her dress a bit more. "Remember..." The warrior started off before getting cut off by her. "I know, greet the grandmaster and the other masters with a bow of respect." She started off. "Don't cause too much..." Her father gives her a look. "I mean any trouble...And be polite to the other padawans." The warrior nodded his head. "Good. Have fun little one." The warrior commented. "I will papa. You sure you don't want to stay for a little longer?" She responded and asked. Jericho merely shook his head and Lily let out and sad but short sigh. "I figured, just thought I'd ask." She stated then placed her forehead against his as was their way of affection before departure. She watched as her father made quick greeting to those who had spotted him before making an even speedier departure. The little Zeltron turn around and prance first next to her master greeting her with a quick hip bump. "Hey, Master Ike!" She said politely but happily. "This is some pretty fancy, huh?!"

[member="Gideon Crowseye"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Adiara Drelas"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

She laced her fingers through his as Thurion led her around the room on the edge of the dance floor. As they weaved their way through the ever growing crowd and came to a stop on the floor her husband turned to her with the biggest smile she had ever seen on his face, which of course made her smile too yet she was curious as to why. His kiss on her hand warm and tender as he asked her for a dance, and something that would never be denied. "It would be my pleasure", she grinned back her black eyes sparkling with delight and love for a man that has no equal.

Coci took a step forward until they are close, a hand rested on his shoulder while the other remained entwined in his and they began to move to the music. She could not take her eyes from his, delighting in the brilliance of them, and she moved closer still until their bodies pressed together. Caring little about others watching them, the show of pure love for him evident in the woman, not only by their physical presence but through the force her love radiated for him.

She turned her face into his nuzzling against his cheek before a tender kiss rested on his skin, she whispers "I love you, now and beyond this life". The words equally as true as the day she first vowed them. Coci closed her eyes allowing her senses to take in his scent and live in the moment in which all she wanted was for them to hide away from the world, the nights on Midvinter in which they would lay by the hearth with only fur to adorn their bodies and simply be Thurion and Coci, delighting in each others company.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Gideon Crowseye"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Adiara Drelas"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | [member="Lily Hex-Volsh"] | ​

 

[Connor Harrison]

The night was in full swing now and Connor couldn’t help chuckle at the First Order Stormtrooper - [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] - on guard by the buffet. A near identical costume of the effective soldiers in white, and here the Silver Jedi had their own for security. That, or the Silver Jedi security was lapse. That had made his night seeing the diminutive trooper milling around.

And more familiar faces came in, and others he didn’t know. One in particular had swanned in like the ball was for him and him alone; one [member="Adiara Drelas"] now getting his feet right under the table. Connor slowly rolled his tongue around the inside of his mouth, pushing against his teeth at the mild irritation. From their first contact, Drelas had an attitude and while he would be a useful asset to the Order, Connor didn’t like him. And he knew the feeling was mutual.

Glancing back to the Stormtrooper, Connor was getting peckish. Some warm bread and salsa had caught his eye – plain foods with a burst of flavour pleased him and it was calling to him. He licked his lips and drummed his fingers on the barrier. All looked well, and everyone looked content.

He stopped.

Was…was…was that a bear walking around? Squinting, Connor laughed again. He really HAD been out of it for a while; so many new faces and species filled the ranks, he had to connect with them all again soon.

A figure caught his eye coming up to the quieter floor that had nothing for guests to bother themselves with, hence the perfect place for Connor. He leant back and saw [member="Joza Perl"] with two glasses. Taking a breath inwards, he looked back out and pretended he hadn’t taken a generous eyeful of her more than generous attire. Her compliment forced his attention. Looking at the drink for a moment, he took it, even though he wasn’t a fan of alcohol.

"Thank you, Joza," he smiled, taking a smell of the drink. Fruity. "Same question to you. You’re looking rather radiant tonight."

He took a sip – sweet and fizzy. Not bad. He raised the glass in a small cheers.

"I trust you thought about what I said? You’ve found your place with us now?"

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Gideon Crowseye"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | [member="Lily Hex-Volsh"]