First Reply Naboo Nightlife

[Amelia von Sorenn]

NIGHTLIFE​

Theed, Naboo
Confederacy of Independent Systems



With all the recent changes that came with the decision of moving the Capital from Geonosis to Naboo, there had been little time for Amelia to dedicate strictly to herself that had not involved some other means or form of function both in her own position as a Grand Marshal, and as a somewhat public figure within the Confederacy - though by no means as well known as some of the larger, heavy hitters. After all, she could without a doubt claim that she didn't have a Horde of children running about the Confederacy - or that she caused two invasions with her private impliments of pleasure. Either way, it had been a long time coming that she had some modicum of time for herself - and she was spending it somewhat wisely and at the same time, somewhat foolishly. Even as the sun had seemingly begun to set - thankful that it seemed that this planet wasn't always baked in the sun or filling one's nostrils with sand and grit - she was still being careful to avoid it like it were a plague, sticking to the shadows as she carefully made her way along the Palace Plaza - albeit having remained towards the far end to avoid being pulled into the Palace itself for some work related problem that would require a solution.

It was then there her attention was caught by what appeared to be a small cafe, nestled between the larger buildings and covered in the shade of one that loomed over it from across the plaza. With a soft smile upon her lips, she straightened out her coat, her hands brushing against her attire to ensure that it was wrinkle free before she made her way towards the cafe. She hadn't a real chance to enjoy the nightlife of Naboo - though she did remember that a couple weeks ago or so she had found herself in a hole-in-the-wall bar - that hardly counted as a 'night out' when it had shown so much promise, though ultimately ended in disappointment - just like many of her forays in dealing with individuals of the opposite sex. After all, she thought to herself, who threatens a bar fight and then doesn't follow through - still, she did wonder if that broody teenager found what he was looking for - now, however, was not the time for her to worry about such a triffling thing as she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind.

Finding a seat for herself in the shade of the Palace Plaza, she carefully leaned back in her seat, her attention shifting towards watching the myriad of individuals making their way about the plaza. Golden-yellow hues watched carefully as the crowd began to slowly thin as the mintues began to tick away and the sun slipped lower and lower beyond the horizon. Soon enough it would be her preferred time - night time - and not solely due in part to her species propensity to 'burn' - as it were - in the sunlight. She often found that towns, cities, and at times, entire planets changed come night - be it from their own noctural cycles that brought out more elusive and dangerous beasts, or, bringing out those that worked at night for their own reasons in desiring to avoid larger crowds to preferring the stillness that the night could bring. Either way, she was currently pleased with her location and that situation in which she found herself - watching others - though in doing so, she hadn't noticed the young waitress that had arrived at her table.

A moment later however, and Amelia was fully attentive to the presence of the individual, a soft smile crossing her lips and showing the barest hint of a fang as she placed an order - not wanting to take up the space of the table and not contribute to the prosperity and financial stability of the business in question. Though she was capable of eating food and enjoying drinks, she found no nourshiment in those things - having to find it in another means - though as often as she enjoyed her exotic selection of ichors, she had imbibed enough earlier in the day that she need not worry about turning into a feral beast then and there. However, that was not to say that she didn't find her attention falling upon a lovely looking neck or two which stirred their own thoughts - thoughts that could be capitalized upon as the night slunk further into the wee hours and she found something to keep her attention in those waning hours of the night.

As she patiently awaited her meal - the beverage having already arrived in a prompt manner - she carefully settled in for the night that she had ahead. The starting of which was merely just as she was now, enjoying herself in the peaceful, albeit, noisy atmosphere that the Palace Plaza began to absorb and project. She remembered that some eight-hundred plus years prior, this Plaza had a different appearance, and in those days the Confederacy was not as welcomed - though that was during a time when the Trade Federation had marched its armies through the streets of Theed - now though, it was common place to see B1-Series Battle Droids making their rounds of the Place and its adjoining streets. The relocation of the Confederacy's Capital to Naboo brought about a different atmosphere - and she was sure that there were still those families that had a deep seated distrust and dislike of Droids spanning all the way back to those opening years that would eventually lead to the Clone Wars. She couldn't fault those individuals however - and she understood what a lengthy memory that families had when passing down lessons and teachings from generation to generation.

Once more her mind began to wander as she sat there silently, delicate fingers wrapped around a polished wooden drinking goblet - she seemed to always find the more rustic and archaic themed locations - bringing the drinking vessel to her lips and carefully sipping on the Blosom Wine. As much as she enjoyed the Ichors that she kept close, Blosom Wine was her second favorite drink - at times preferring it to others and greatly appreciating the work and craftsmanship that went into producing the beverage. She had even managed to get her hands on a few older bottles - remembering that she'd gifted a near six-hundred year old bottle to an old friend of hers a few years back. If they drank it or turned around and sold it, she did not know, though still hoped that they found some enjoyment or pleasure in having such a storied bottle of wine in their possession for some time - even if it were only a few hours.

Shifting her attention once more as she carefully sat the drinking vessel down upon the table at her side, she leaned back gently, nestling herself into her seat as she found the perfect position in which she was the most comfortable. Slipping one leg over the other, her left hand came down to rest upon her knee, her right hand remaining firmly, albeit gentle, around the drinking goblet. A soft sigh of contentment slipped from her lips as she enjoyed the sights and sounds of Naboo's Nightlife.

Chaos NaNo: 1,241​

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[Argos of the East]

Naboo.​

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When one thought of ‘criminal enterprises’, they would think of worlds like Barbatos, Nar Shadaa, or Coruscant; and they would be correct. All those planets had the population and economies to support even the smallest club of malcontents and losers looking for a cred - but the reality was that crime surpassed such simple requirements. Anywhere there was people, there was crime - and where there was crime, Argos was not far behind.​

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Raven black hair hung on his shoulders as his cybernetic limb gripped the back of the man’s neck. A cigarette in his other hand, he pulled him close - and the man flinched, closing his eyes as he expected to be hit. Though Argos offered nothing of the sort - but a low and violent whisper that vibrated deep in the man’s ear;​

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“Get my money, or get off the planet.”​

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And with that, he let him go - letting him slip back into his chair. Argos offered him a smile, dusted him off, and slapped his chin ever so slightly - but with enough force to remind the kid who was in charge. A cocky smile, and a kind word -​

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“I don’t usually ask so kindly, kid. Remember, I’m doing you a favor here.”​

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With that, he pushed him aside - and the kid did the smart thing and made for the exit. Argos took a heavy drag of his cigarette and glanced around what remained of the ‘cantina’ - if it could be called that. Naboo was odd for its tastes, and somehow he managed to get on a planet that enjoyed its older aesthetics; and here he managed to find the most podunk tavern planet side.​

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Might as well enjoy it while he was here, he thought to himself.​

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He grabbed a drink from another patron, but witnessing the ordeal that happened only a moment before the man made no attempt to stop Argos from his efforts. Rather, the raven haired criminal made a lap around; looking for anything, or anyone of interest. These places tended to be disappointing, and today he expected no different.​

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And yet, he was surprised.​

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Although he didn’t recognize her, there was a striking presence to her he couldn’t deny. Golden eyes, white hair, and a presence that spoke confidence - he wouldn’t be surprised if she was a high ranking member of the Confederacy with their recent move. He wasn’t much into their politics, just found alot of money bypassing their tariffs with smugglers.​

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He made his way across the room to her, and with a smile motioned to the seat across from her - his own drink in the other hand.​

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“This spot taken?”​

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Amelia von Sorenn​

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

N I G H T L I F E​

Theed, Naboo
Confederacy of Independent Systems



The still air of the night had been palatable in its own way - those golden-yellow hues carefully watching those that hurried about on their own tasks and duties as the air seemed to grow just a bit cooler than it had, though the old stones of the city radiated a slight heat after having bathed in the warm sun for so long when it had hung high over the plaza. It was a strange feeling, to say the least - the warmness - while welcomed, was vastly different than the heat that one often felt sitting outside at night while on Geonosis. The small cafe had been a rather enjoyable discovery, and sitting outside in its small fenced off area for its patrons had been a welcomed reprieve to the otherwise annoyance of slinking from shadow to shadow to stay out of the sun. She had, for the most part, not expecting anyone to join or request to join her table - often preferring to keep others at an arm's length - she'd forgone any kind of actual attachments for some time now, considerable given the length in which she'd been with the Confederacy.

Bringing her glass back to her lips, she carefully sipped the Blossom Wine - permitting the liquid to dance over her tongue as she savored its unique tastes and profile before it slipped down her throat. There was a strange, almost perverse, enjoyment she found when tasting and drinking wine - though she treated it the exact same way she would one of her ichors. She carefully studied the beverage, slowly swirling it in the glass, admiring the color and texture as it danced upon the wooden siding of the goblet before she once more took another sip. As she slowly brought the goblet down to rest against the table while still watching the citizens of Theed rush to and fro, a soft smirk pulled at her lips when she heard the voice - the only retort coming to mind was quick, though it left the individual open as to their ultimate decision.

"If you have to ask..."

Amelia trailed off for a moment before running a finger along the rim of her drinking goblet, her attention not shifting just yet as it remained on the denizens of Naboo - finding them, at least for the moment, more interesting. It was some time - though not too long - before she pulled her attention away and figured she'd acknowledge the presence of the other individual that had arrived, her golden-yellow hues quickly falling upon the male - making a note of the obvious cybernetic arm and his otherwise disheveled appearance. She thought for a moment, though quickly suppressed such a thought, that perhaps he was a Nerf Herder - having once heard some rumor ages ago that many of them were rather scruffy looking. Such thoughts, however, were not appropriate - and she was rather pleased that it was rather difficult to read her mind given her own physiology.

Sitting still, she retained her position, her back towards the entrance of the Cafe with her right side resting against the table - the seat on the other side was still tucked into its position - though that didn't seem to last much longer. Shifting just slightly, it was difficult to tell if she had moved, or had perhaps utilized the force to push the chair out from its position - in some odd manner of her own, offering the seat to the individual - though still not making eye contact just yet. Her attention, having shifted away from the young male, returned to the individuals that moved about the city, watching as the children seemed to play their own strange games involving the wandering B1 Series Battle Droids - while a few adults at the same time ushered the children away.

"Fascinating, isn't it?"

Amelia spoke as she carefully brought the goblet back to her lips, once more taking a long, slow sip of the wine though finding that she was quickly running low on the alcoholic beverage. Making a mental note to ask for the bottle once the waitress returned - she kept her attention on the individuals in the Plaza as she set the drinking vessel down upon the table once more. Though she did not turn her attention towards her newly established companion - her eyes carefully following the individuals going about their business as a myriad of other establishments began to open for the evening.

"Some ten years prior to the opening of the conflict known as the Clone Wars - the planet of Naboo was blockaded and invaded by the ancient Trade Federation. And now, eight-hundred plus years later, the Confederacy is calling Naboo it's Capital. Of course, there are still those that are hesitant to accept the B1 Series marching through the streets on patrol - families have long memories - though it seems that children see them as nothing more than an object to play their games with."

It was then that she finally turned her attention upon the young male - now, not merely to just acknowledge that he was there - with golden-yellow hues falling upon him before shifting towards the seat that had been pushed out. She didn't mind others conducting their business on Naboo - rather she'd prefer in many ways to overlook such an event, though that was rather difficult when done so blatantly in a Cafe that she was considering becoming a normal patron at - and it would look rather bad if the Grand Marshal of Naval Command didn't speak up about the event.

"Let's talk about your little business dealing that you saw fit to conclude in the public eye."

Her voice rolled from her lips as though it were a purr - through the hint of a fang could often lead one to such a conclusion, it was still something else entirely. Shifting slightly, she slipped her legs from where they had been positioned, though only so to permit the other to assume the position atop as the dominant. Her hand once more finding its way to rest upon her knee as her other arm remained resting against the table - a soft smile crossing her lips when the waitress returned and set the woman's meal down in front of her. With a knowing nod, she motioned for a quick moment - acting upon her own mental note.

"Miss, if you would, bring the bottle to the table - and that will be all for the moment."

Amelia spoke softly, the tone seeming to switch in how she spoke with the young male and how she spoke with the waitress. Anyone with a good ear would clearly hear it - as it seemed that the tone she took with the young male was more of a scolding mother than anything else. As she turned her attention from the young lady to her food, she smirked softly before looking at the male that had joined her.

"Perhaps you should order something else - unless you've planned to drink your evening meal."

She motioned towards the glass already possessed in his hand - though either way - it made no difference to her. He could just as easily tell her to kark off and march his merry self off across the Plaza to the nightclub that was opening, just as much as he could take the seat that she had offered. All that could be said, was that a decision was going to be made, and it was a decision purely left to the individual that stood before her.

Argos of the East

Chaos NaNo: 1284​

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[Veles Oshu]

(Wrong account.)

 

[Argos of the East]

“If you have to ask…”​

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She may not have finished the sentence, but she didn’t really have to. Her form spoke elegance, refinement, absolutely being full of herself. Argos offered a hearty laugh in the den of old time reverie before taking a seat;​

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“Aren’t you a spicy one.”, he mused as he took half ‘his’ drink in a single swallow.​

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She spoke for a moment about the irony of Naboo now forming the capital of the Confederacy - where once it was one of their glorious battlefields. Argos wasn’t much for history, but you’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to know about the old Clone Wars. Though still, the philosophical irony of the situation didn’t actually resonate with him - and he made that clear;​

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“Children don’t know no better, and the nobles think their long line of assholes makes them a better nerf herder themselves. I’ve found blue bloods still bleed red, so their grudges mean little and less to a man like me.”, he said with a quick glance to the crowd, only to bring his own back to her.​

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Though her comment about talking about his ‘business deal’ forced Argos to raise a brow. Sure, he wasn’t exactly ‘quiet’ about it - but it was hardly a situation. She was perceptible, or she just enjoyed watching him - one of which was a better conclusion to come to, and one he hoped more. Argos didn’t much care for the idea of being on the Confederates radar right now.​

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“And what about it?”, he said with a bit of a furrow of his brow.​

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“You like watching me or something?”​

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Amelia von Sorenn​

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

N I G H T L I F E​

Theed, Naboo
Confederacy of Independent Systems



Carefully cradling her glass in one hand, she brought it up to finish what had remained of the drink - though it was only a momentary inconvenience as the bottle would soon arrive for her own needs and ease of refilling her drink. Though as she took those last few sips from the glass, those golden-yellow hues remained completely fixated upon the young male that still stood before her table - though not in any manner as he described. She didn't enjoy watching him - and in all honesty - she likely could have gone without the meeting, however, to overhear his not entirely legal meeting that had taken place in the cafe and not said a word would have caused its own problems given her position within the Confederacy.

"I prefer those of a thinner, more lithe figure than what you possess - nor do you possess the matching attributes and, ahem, equipment for my tastes."

She was rather blunt in her means of brushing off any kind of advance or flirting that he may have had in mind - as she had just plainly put - it was clear that the waitress was more her type and in honesty, she was more than likely watching the young woman more so than the man that was still standing next to the table. Even with the chair already pulled out for him, she was beginning to grow rather annoyed that at this point he hadn't taken the seat when it had been offered to the gentleman. Still, she could overlook that for the moment - as there was something else she should have done - having forgotten her manners for a moment before she set that glass down upon the table, the drinking vessel now empty.

"My apologies, I've entirely forgotten my manners. Allow me to introduce myself."

Amelia spoke with a soft, near purring tone as those golden-yellow hues remained upon the individual - carefully inspecting and watching his every action. It suited her to ensure that she knew what others were thinking - and even though she could not read one's mind like a Jedi or Sith might be capable, she could still read an individual's movements and body language without much trouble. His own reactions would tell her all that she would need to know in how the evening would continue and ultimately end - depending fully on his next reaction.

"I am Grand Marshal Amelia von Sorenn of the Confederacy of Independent Systems Naval Command. Now, please, Sit."

Her tone shifted towards the end, showing a more measured and forceful hint that it was no longer an option for him to stand and she was finding it rather rude. Now that his business deal was concluded and out in the open, it was a problem, one that she could not overlook - and she did not want to have to ruin her evening otherwise. Shifting in her seat just slightly, her legs slipped free from where they had previously been crossed, though only for a moment. Once more they returned to their former placement, albeit with one atop the other now prior to its former location. Both of her hands were now resting on the table, clasped together, and though her food had arrived - she'd not yet touched the meal that was waiting.

"While I take pride in overlooking some of the more - less than legal livings and dealings that individuals may undertake within the Confederacy, I can only do so when it is not in the public eye. And you, my dear sir, roughing up an individual in an otherwise respectable cafe, is frankly put, in the public eye. Now then, let us have a civil discourse as to how we can rectify this situation - as the last thing I'd desire to do on one of the few evenings I have off, is paperwork by getting the security forces involved."

Amelia seemed to emphasize her point by nodding towards the B1 Series Battle Droids that were patrolling the plaza just beyond the fenced-off area of the small cafe. She had been hoping that the evening would have gone without such a problematic distraction - though - provided it ended in a more desirable situation and one in which both parties could part on better terms than they had begun, it was something she could deal with. For the moment her attention was drawn away from the individual, though only momentarily so as the waitress returned to deliver the bottle to the table. Amelia smiled sweetly, thanking the young woman before speaking up.

"If you would, please refill this gentleman's drink - and do not stop unless he renders that decision. I'll cover the cost."

The waitress would not before slipping away once more into the Cafe. With the table, once freer of distractions - and the apparent continued discourse once more capable of proceeding, she motioned to the seat again, this time a bit more kind than she had previously. It wasn't so much that she desired him to sit as much as it was that she did not want to develop a kink in her neck from looking up at him. Plus, it was rather rude to stand at a table with polite company was sitting. Ultimately, however, it was still entirely his decision on if he would sit or not - and that could have its own cause in how the evening would continue as it would more than likely set the tone.

"I do not care if you decide to continue whatever business it was with that gentleman - as I often overlook certain aspects of the less than legal side of the Confederacy - as that falls entirely in the purview of the Guild's operations. It still must be said, that we cannot permit it to be flaunted or overtly displayed in the public eye. Do you understand this?"

The woman asked - her tone had shifted from the harsher scolding to something a bit more soothing and smooth as she carefully pulled a fork and knife free from the confines of the napkin they had so skillfully been wrapped in for display. A soft smirk crossing her lips as she began to carefully cut into her meal to reveal the blue rare state within the meat - the perfect coloration that she always enjoyed in her meals. Though she would gain no real nourishment from this meal, that would not stop her from enjoying the meal itself.

"Now then, as I mentioned earlier, do you plan on eating this evening, or shall it be a liquid dinner?"

Argos of the East

Chaos NaNo: 1116​

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[Argos of the East]

Despite her insistence, he was already sitting - he had done so after laughing. Luckily, he chose to ignore her insistence; leaning forward in his seat as she spoke, even introducing herself as the ‘Grand Mashal’ followed by a few more words about her very important position. With a growing smile, Argos wagged a finger at her -​

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“Von Sorenn? Here I thought you were all dead.”, he mused for a moment - though the intention became more obvious as he removed his glasses.​

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“I think I get what this is. Foreplay, right? This is your thing - acting important, introducing yourself with a long name I don’t care about -”​

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As the woman began to pour his drink, he ignored her. All up until the drink filled to the brim, and off habit the girl tried to stop, but Argos raised a finger and glanced up to her; offering only two words with a serious look -​

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“Keep pouring.”​

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And so she did, slowly spilling the bottles contents onto the table. The waitress looked more stressed by the moment, be it from Argos vague threat, or the fact she was no doubt going to have to clean this in a short amount of time. Argos, however, looked back to Sorenn with a returning smile.​

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“As I was saying, this is your thing, right? Asserting control on the uncontrolled, as though me being subservient to you will help that blue blood ego of yours.”​

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He almost snarled off that last word before narrowing his vision.​

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“And you really think I’d just roll over?”​

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He slapped the table, but signed it with a loud guffa that forced a few around the room to glance to him and his jubilant expression -​

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“Of course I will! Those droids scare me a touch more than you, Queen of the Dead.”​

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“It’s… empty.”, the waitress offered in a meek tone.​

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Argos nodded, lifted his all too spilled drink and raised it high -​

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“Cheers, to a subservient me. Now, blue blood, what kind of ‘discourse’ did you have in mind?”​

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Amelia von Sorenn​