Open Arms (Open Party)

[Jaster Awaud]

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Location: Imperial Embassy, Natro-Terra
Time: 1015 Standard Galactic Time

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[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M57Fi19vcSI[/video]​

Walking into the Ball Room, Jaster wore his custom made Grand Moff Dress Uniform, the Emperor was very adamant about him looking the part of a Imperial Official. After all the Diplomatic Corp worked so hard to secure an alliance between the Terrans of Natro-Terra, and the Imperials. He was proud of how quick the Structure of the Fel Empire was coming together and as such he sent out new of a Ball to celebrate the new alliance. It was a mile stone for the Imperium and all Officials of the Government, Military, as well as the Imperial Security Protectorate Agents. Invitations to many of the Governments in the galaxy were sent out. It was open to the public as Jaster was always looking for some of the best operators in the galaxy to recruit. At each corner there were finely dressed guards that were of course from the Stormtrooper Corp, but they wore their Flat Black Uniforms and their Rank Pins were not attached to keep the leaders hidden within the ranks. At the foot of the stair cases on both sides were stationed two Imperial Knights, dressed in their Red Armor and wearing their Protected Helms that were more for appearance then that of protection.

In truth though, the aging Mandalorian Worrier just wanted some time away from the Moff Desk and the paperwork and properly enjoy his time. Since the Emperor became Ill with Cryo Sickness and he was named Grand Moff, he had very little of time to do anything other then fill out more paperwork.

Holding onto the gold gilded hand rail as he descended into the party below, his dark toned cape taped on the stairs each time he took a step. It was just long enough to do such a bothersome thing. His relaxed aging eyes looked over the dance floor as he could not remembered the last time he would have been able to dance. A smile carved itself out of his strong features and the eyes of a killer lightened to a child in a candy shop. He stopped at the top of the stair well before it descended farther to the Ball Room Floor where other danced. Music of famed high society played as Imperials, Terrans, and other galactic citizens mingled and shared stories. He would have to make his rounds to meet with all the participants of this little shin-dig.

A Imperial Announcer approached the Grand Moff, and was about to announce his titles and other odds and end. However, Jaster just held up his hand slightly, "No need, I never really enjoyed that part." The announcer nodded and backed off. He just continued down and walked to the rest of the party to really just interact with anyone willing to interact with him. After all, all were welcome here.

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Akar Me'rikh [member="Dan Tray"] [member="ES-06"] [member="Isabella LaFleur"] [member="Ishmael"] [member="Jairdain"] [member="Jerel"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Klesta"] [member="Lasky Rynn"] [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] [member="Oscar Saint-Just"] [member="Sai Fel"] [member="Tevro"] [member="The Mirage"] @Titan[/spolier]

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[Priscilla Utorna]

Is this a shindig? Do they still call these things shindigs? Sighing after the out of touch thought. To say she was getting a tad bored of schmoozing would be an understatement. When she heard the Empire were going to be having another party, she pondered just how many canopés she could have without bursting the seam of her attire for the evening, and it was at times like these she wished she could get in touch with her masculine side a little more often. It seemed the Grand Moff, [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], who had recently taken over for Toran due to his illness, had made the very unwise decision to open this gathering to the public.

And of course that meant they suddenly had to sacrifice their arms at the door. Not that she particularly cared, that heirloom rifle was getting a little worn out anyway.

As she passed the grand entrance and peered at the lavish decor, she could hear the sniggers people were making in their heads at the provocative garments she bore. They never said it out loud, keeping their criticisms for their own head to hear, though the rabble off of the streets often didn't have an appreciation for upper class culture. Intimidated from the peasantry and lack of familiar faces in the sea of common folk, she moved to the only person she could spot in the room that she had spoken to before, Jaster.

The sound of a soft whisper coming from LaFleur was an unusual one, and with the Mandalorian being a working colleague he might even be shocked to hear her now screaming. "A lovely gathering you have thrown here, Grand Moff. How are you?"

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Noatyr stood next to one of the tables that bore many refreshments. He sipped from a glass of brandy of some sort, and he grinned. This was the kind of party he was at ease in. His clothing was neat, and for once lacking any signs of wear.

Although he acted refined in that moment, he was just waiting for the opportunity to tuck into the food that lay on the table behind him. He could wait though, he'd left others take a few things before he started his rampage upon the unsuspecting refreshments.

​''It's times like these that make one forget all troubles.''​ He thought to himself, staring out at the open crowd that stood scattered about within the Ball room.

He could recognize only two faces so far. That of [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] himself, and [member="Isabella LaFleur"], who had just entered.

The young man gave them both a cheerful wave, even if they didn't notice it.

 

[ES-06]

Having been near for other reasons it dawned on ES as a good idea to show up to the party hosted by his new friends he didn't know much about them or vice versa so here he is not dawning his armor this was a more classy meeting walking around giving simple greetings he made his way to the refreshments this would be a good start to burn some time as he waited for Jaster to free up taking a little of everything he saw a man to his right [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] " Great way to start a gathering Isn't it " he spoke with a friendly voice slightly excited.


He was used to war and missions public gatherings never made it to his to-do list but he would have to learn at some point sooner the better I guess.

@Jaster of Clan Awaud | [member="Isabella LaFleur"] |

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

''Aye, that it is friend. You sound familiar. Were you one of those guys in the armor?'' Noatyr asked curiously.

He remembered a few different Mandalorian's and several other Mercs in full armor, so he could only assume that [member="ES-06"] had been one of the ones he had seen during the hunt.

The hunt brought back memories. It had been a good time, no doubt about that.

He brought the glass to his lips again and took a sip. He would've drank it in one go and went for another round, but he was trying to make it last for now.

His gaze moved throughout the rest of the crowd, not out of boredom but rather out of habit. His attention remained on the man beside him, but his eyes moved to each individual guest, trying to pick out the biggest threats, the ones with the most money, the ones who couldn't protect themselves, and those who just seemed to stand out.

It wasn't out of paranoia that his eyes scanned the calm party around him, just reflex, and it gave his brain something to do. His mind was always prepped for something, and at the moment, the party could've withheld many dangers.

He figured when he had thought out every possible threat he'd try and think up a new combination for some of the drinks.

[member="Isabella LaFleur"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster was enjoying the view that was the party for the Imperials. It was a great test to have the Terrans join the Imperial Protected States, they now had a base to construct and build all ththe Imperium would need. He was interrupted his thoughts by Lady [member="Isabella LaFleur"] newly assigned Foriegn Diplomatic Attaché as well as a Noble within the Imperium. It was nice to see her hidden hateful spite, it was entertaining to see her attempting to be nice.

He turned to meet her greeting, "Geetings to you as well Lady LaFleur, we need to advertise our victories were we can, having the Terrans join us means we now have the foundations of a Nation, but are short on leaders."

Seeing [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] wave, he waved back from a distance and lifted his drink of Mandalorian Wine to show his choice of drink was in well taste. Watching him speak with [member="ES-06"] was a show he did not need to break away to speak as well and continued to speak with Lady LaFleur, "Politically, Economicly, and Militarily we are still lacking the ability to expand so we must be open to others who wish to join us, being concerned with their origins will only effect us in the long run."

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

"I suppose so" rolling her eyes a tad, hiding her disagreement. "Though inviting everyone and anyone to a government held gathering is a bit of a dangerous thing to do, wouldn't you agree?" Turning to her side and beginning to slowly stride towards [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"], though not before raising her hand and waving effortlessly to the mandalorian, "You ponder on that, I'm going to go quench my thirst for a drink and my thirst for schmoozing, don't be a stranger now dear."

Somebody of such a low rank probably shouldn't be giving her superior so much sass, though it was what he was probably accustomed to working with her. If they needed to advertise the empire's victories, of which there were many, she could certainly do that. As she passed to make way to the refreshment table she was greeted by many other members of the Noblius, similarly disgusted and passing off remarks at the lack familiar faces in the room. On final approach, she her eyes widened slightly at the selection of drinks, and instinctively reached for the strongest one available and downing it in a single gulp.

Finally, she turned to the man who had waved to her moments before. "Such a splendid gathering, wouldn't you agree? Isabella of House LaFleur..." pausing and awaiting the two to similarly introduce themselves, all the while reaching for another glass of alcohol.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] I [member="ES-06"] I [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"]

 

[Oscar Saint-Just]

The newly-promoted navy captain, adorned in full Imperial naval dress uniform, initially stayed away from the large crowds towards the back wall of the Imperial embassy's ballroom. Not familiar with many of the high ranking nobles and diplomats, Oscar wanted to try to keep a low profile. How uncharacteristic of me, I know. After examining and appreciating some of the large portraits of past Fel Emperors on the wall, he turned towards the room and examined the crowd. I wonder if my presence here means I will end up as the Naval Attaché at this Imperial embassy on Terra, he thought briefly before dismissing it. Surely my abilities warrant a more important post.

He figured it would not be fitting for someone of his caliber to display anti-social tendencies at an important diplomatic event like this, though, at least for the sake of their Empire. So the naval officer decided to go rejoin the crowded main hall. Although he certainly was no stranger to upper class society, walking through the crowds most of the faces were not familiar to him, and the Navy captain's uncommonly young age also drew some eyes but distanced him from most of the older dignitaries. But Oscar did not give them much attention anyway as his mind drifted elsewhere. Oscar was glad to see the Empire at least beginning to expand its influence further throughout the galaxy, remembering His Fel Majesty's talk of the "Victory Without War" program, something that he strongly supports despite being a soldier himself.

It was good that the government would not risk the lives of its soldiers when it wasn't necessary, a step up from those like the Sith. The blond officer also recognized that at its current state the young Fel military was not yet capable of directly confronting the older great powers of the galaxy and had to use other, more subtle means. His thoughts were interrupted as Oscar noticed a few familiar faces nearby, including Grand Moff [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] and the noblewoman [member="Isabella LaFleur"], along with the fellow soldiers [member="ES-06"] and [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] from the grand hunt earlier, so the officer headed in their direction. He figured if he had to socialize with anyone it would best be some people he was at least somewhat familiar with.

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

​''Noatyr Moldmerr m 'lady. Pleasure to meet you. This is a rather fine party, plenty of drink, enough acquaintances to chat with, and a rather pretty face has just approached, so it just got better.''​

His manners were far better then one would expect of a common mercenary, but having been in such gatherings a few times before combined with the fact that some of his former clients had been of the upper class themselves just added up to a more polite person overall. Sometimes he'd joke that he'd even apologize before having to kill somebody.

He spotted more movement approaching them, another noble, [member="Oscar Saint-Just"], who he remembered from the hunt. He hadn't looked like the type to be out and about at such a gathering, but here, he almost blended in. His age was the only downfall, but Noatyr could relate in that regard.

[member="Isabella LaFleur"] on the other hand was at his estimate, a lot older then him. However, she didn't look it on first glance. [member="ES-06"] was also rather young, so that made Noatyr glad he wasn't the youngest there.

He decided to change his thinking to something other then age. Age mattered little. It was all about how you carried yourself.

He nodded a greeting to the approaching blond, before reaching behind him for the bottle of brandy, pouring it into his glass, and taking another sip.

 

[ES-06]

Finishing his drink he glanced over at the host of the party looking for some free time to say hello " Yea I have some armor, black designed off some stormtrooper armor just more protection and gadgets, " stopping mid-sentence he looked over at the newest friend to come over and greet giving him a friendly nod " Yes it is a great party indeed I'm not used to such conditions but hey first time for everything " giving off a slight smirk he reached for another glass.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="Isabella LaFleur"] | [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] | [member="Oscar Saint-Just"]