Party in the Taanab! - SJO Dominion of Taanab

[Reggie Faayare]

Objective 2

Tags: [member="Atasihd Zi"] [member="Josh Dragonsflame"]

Before the Togruta came by, Reggie had smiled and waved at Jason as they were being introduced. It was true that he wasn't officially introduced to the Master's son.

Back to the now, the response that was given and the canines that were being shown was a clear indication that the sandwich was good. Now the Padawan was starting to get hungry and Master Dragonsflame's offer to join him in obtaining food couldn't have come at a better time.

"I second that. Let us go get some food."

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Wait for it.

Wait for it...

"Hit it," a voice cried.

Five small ships streaked over the BBQ crowd -- with two craft for other large concentrations of people engaged in other projects -- making no effort to be stealthy in their passing. Naturally, flight plans had been filed for the engagement cause otherwise this was going to get awk-ward. As they fly by small projectiles were ejected into the air above, unlikely to be seen or noticed by any drawn to the affair. If a few eagle-eyed individuals caught sight of them and flipped out they'd get a bubbly admonishment later over it. But just seconds later those brilliant little baubles of joy would erupt into a rainbow of bursts, swirls, and sparkles isolated or in tight groups painted themselves in the sky. Why, effort had even been made to all but silence the explosive detonation of the festivity given recent events.

A pink woman bounced up out of no where with both hands pumped into the sky, both feet off the ground, and a loud, "YEAH."

When the Zeltron's feet hit the ground, she grinned like a cat that's swallowed no fewer than three canaries. Painted on her paint-splattered shirt was the word 'Whimsy-kins.' Like, the fact someone had gotten some fireworks off first totally didn't dampen her spirit. They'd brought lots of colorful sky painters.

Cali might have heard there was going to be a party. And she might have heard Twinkle Doom saying something about going to Taanab. And she might have totally organized some fireworks to liven things up and get all festive, and that totally might not have been what the little, grumpy droid wanted. Like, food and drink delivery was fine, but this wasn't a birthday party -- well, kind of? -- this was a celebration. And what was more invigorating than a little festivity while you worked, huh? Or in the case of people chowing down a little festivity while they par-tied. Fudge yeah!

Objective: Two
Strategy: Supply party supplies. Detonate Fireworks over Objectives One, Two, and Three. Party, party, party.
Tags: Open, [member="Xobos Yakieer"], [member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Objective: Repair a barn!​

Tag: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Krystal Estain"]​

Her mind wandered to her Jedi lover, Jerek. She hated not having him at her side. But, as with all things, she saw him enough. However, he didn't need to get involved in the political wars. No, he needed to learn to be a proper Jedi, like Coren, and Veiere. Wise, powerful, righteous as a man could be. Her large brown eyes blinked for a moment, returning to reality. The empathic teenager looked at Krystal and smiled at the young woman. However, she paid her little mind. She had no clue who Krystal was at all.

Allya turned and went to help Coren. She grabbed rope, and looped it over the pylon they were using to hold the roof up, and try to push the wall in place. She was a tiny little creature, it just was reality. But still, once the rope was ready, it got tied to the roof, and she pulled hard, to keep it steady. Her soldiers came up, and began to help push on the wall, to begin to walk it up as high as it could, before more pullies got involved to bring it up the rest of the way.

She gritted her teeth some. Walking on a broken leg was bad. And moving with the broken rib made it even worse. Not to mention the many other injures. Maybe she should have taken their advice? Ah well, too late to worry about it now! She had a barn to help put up!

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: At the BBQ
Objective: Eat?

Sid shook his head at [member="Reggie Faayare"] stating he'd be sure to be more aware of his surroundings. The mauling still affected the Togruta in some ways, his thoughts drifting back through the past few months at the most inopportune moments. They could both do with being more aware, and he knew his awareness would return to normal, given time and effort, but he didn't know the boy at all, to say the same thing for him. Still, the apology and stated effort to do better went a ways in improving his mood beyond the mild incident. He swallowed.

"Good, yes," he agreed, in deep, accented basic, "the nerf steak isn't too well done."

He could eat just the steak ten times over. He was a carnivore, as all Togruta were, but not an obligate one. Tasting other flavours was acceptable, once in a while. But in all honesty, raw was best. He flashed a full mouth of canines at the boy, grinning, and would have offered a piece of his own sandwich as an apology of his own, if not for the invitation from [member="Josh Dragonsflame"].

"Gladly," he lifted the sandwich in a manner of toasting the idea, "I will need more of these," and he tore off another large bite.

Objective 2

Tags: [member="Atasihd Zi"] [member="Josh Dragonsflame"]

Before the Togruta came by, Reggie had smiled and waved at Jason as they were being introduced. It was true that he wasn't officially introduced to the Master's son.

Back to the now, the response that was given and the canines that were being shown was a clear indication that the sandwich was good. Now the Padawan was starting to get hungry and Master Dragonsflame's offer to join him in obtaining food couldn't have come at a better time.

"I second that. Let us go get some food."

Objective: 2

"Jason, would you want to get something to eat as well?" Josh had turned and asked his son once it was clear the other two were game to go. The child's eyes lit up and he nodded his head. "Yeah!" Jason chirped, and the Jedi smiled in turn. "I guess that settles it. To get some grub, we go!" He cracked with a laugh as he looked around, trying to spot the areas where they could get some good food. After initially trying to take the lead in getting there, Josh realized that his speed was... Not great, when it came to walking speed. Even Jason walked ahead of him at times, before the five year old realized soon after that his father was not there with him and immediately slowed down. Within the minute, the Jedi stopped, mouthing frustrated curses and getting them out of his system as he turned to the others.

"My apologies for my... State. Please, take the lead. I'll catch up in time."

 

[Madalena Antares]

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"]​

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It was strange, to be standing by the barbeque, and wait for the meat to be placed onto her plate. The memories of her time in her sister's body were as strong as ever, and she recalled so many such events during which getting the barbeque was more or less the only thing she'd done in terms of food. But since coming into her own body, her taste had actually developed into more than just meat, cheese, and eggs, and yet somehow she found herself standing by the meat hand outs time and time again. Some habits, she supposed, stuck even when you switched bodies.

She smiled politely as a bunch of cuts were placed on her plate and moved away, piling up on the various breads and salads that were offered. Those, she knew, she would be enjoying as much if not more than the meat, though her eyes did keep a watch out, looking for the sweets she'd have later for desert.

All in all, Taanab had been another successful mission on her end. As Knight Commander, she had done what she could not only to protect the area in which the FOB had been built, but she had protected her people as well. The casualty and injury lists were as low as they could humanely get. Those who had been directly near her – Pathfinder Yumi and Knight Forrest – had come out in one piece, all fine and well. The Mandalorian enemy had been thrown back by another leap, and soon the Silvers would be coming in, the borders secure.

It was a beautifully orchestrated move.

Of course, there were more thoughts Knight Commander Madalena Antares had to offer over the entire situation. Entire speeches and monologues, delving deeper and deeper. But, this was a festival. And there was food. So deeper'ness was simply going to wait.

Especially when a similar presence suddenly revealed itself.

Madalena blinked, looking to where it had come from. [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]. She blinked again before she put the plate down, a smile widening upon her face. Dia! She had not seen her best friend in so long, both of their lines of work keeping them well away from each other for months.

"Dia!" Madalena called as she half ran towards her friends, arms stretched out for a hug. Her fiancé, @Jaron Lessan, received a wave and a smile as well. But it was Murugan that made her freeze in place, stop, and just look at him. "Is that…" she asked with wonder, letting go of Dia as she walked to the beast, offering him a hug as well. "It's so weird to see them so grown up, isn't it?" she laughed. Baal was of similar size, though with him, she had witnessed his growth day by day and had become used to it.

Once all hugs and kisses were said and done, she turned her attention back to the secretly married couple. Was their marriage still a secret? Unless they told her otherwise, she was going to have to assume that yes. "What are you two doing here? What have you been up to?"

 

[Atasihd Zi]

Location: At the BBQ
Objective: Eat!

It was hard to imagine anyone not agreeing to food. Atasihd was very active, and often needed fuel to run the usually well-oiled machine that was his body. Now, the body continued to heal, and the fuel went to those efforts just as much. Following along with [member="Reggie Faayare"] and [member="Josh Dragonsflame"], he finished chewing his second bite, swallowed, and ambled along at his own pace, which was still faster than the master, despite both their states - the blonde man's injuries were a few months newer. Thus when urged to take the lead, it only made sense.

"I am Atasihd Zi," he said, looking back at Dragonsflame and his son, appearing to be random - he'd heard the names of his present companions in the quest for food, a few minutes before, "and coming to this world has been my first journey outside of the temple grounds since my arrival there."

He looked ahead, in the direction they were going - back to the food tents he had already visited once.

"I am... not so used to staying in one spot for very long, anymore."

He took the second to last bite of his first sandwich, and chewed in thought.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Objective: 2
Mental State: Blurry
Wearing: Party Outfit
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"], [member="Adron Malvern"], open to others, just ask!

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After all that had happened in orbit, Xobos wasn’t exactly keen on taking the time to come down to the planet and party. The battle that had been fought between her and the smaller fleet in the lower atmosphere had cost the lives of many between the two sides. She had watched as the Core’s Voyager, Bright Star, and Vicelord’s Façade had all been destroyed in the battle. The Hive Destoryer and Roon’s Spear had taken plenty of damage as well, and in all honesty, she wasn’t exactly fully recovered from the episode that had taken place on the bridge of her ship.

She still had no idea what had caused it. In the few hours gap she had had between the end of the engagement and the party itself, she had attempted to meditate on the moments leading up to the incident, yet only found her memory to be blurry and unintelligible. All she had clear memories of was the dark room, where all of her pilots were, and the dark room afterword, where she had been able to speak directly to Ambrus and Ora for the first time. Certainly a new experience, and one that she was curious to do again. Yet she was stuck here, as this party, attempting to pull her mind away from the funerals that were currently going on on the Roon’s Spear.

There was the small chance that she would see her master here, but other than that, the Miraluka went in knowing absolutely nobody. Which is probably why she stood more off to the side of the food area, taking the time to just enjoy herself a bit and nibble on something to eat. Maybe she would just finish her plate and head back to the ship. She had it on her mind to interview grey one about their dogfight, and if he remembered something changing during the fight at any point.

Still, even though Xobos was exhausted, emotionally distraught, and practically socially alone, it’d be a crime to admit that the fireworks weren’t extremely fun to watch. Yet that wasn’t the only thing that was making her smile, for she had noticed a certain fun loving, bubbly pink being bouncing her way through the crowd. That Zeltron that she had met at the chocolate factory. Or at least, that’s who she thought it was. It would take getting closer to confirm the fact. So she left her plate on the table, beginning to weave her way through the dancing patrons, until she was right behind the bouncy pink woman, reaching up to poke her shoulder, while speaking over the music. “Cali..?”

 

[Bedrovelse Hevn]

Hevn took a seat on a nearby stair, and removes his helm. Alkor issues his commands for relief, and a drink. With that, he could assume their victory over the Mandalorians. The relentless machine of the Confederacy swept over the landscape and began to dominate the horizon in every direction. The last of the fighting had finally passed. He was frustrated to have tasted none of that conflict.

A win, was a win though right? Sometimes your job was just your job, and others were called on for valiance and heroism. Today was not Hevn’s day. He wondered if that bitterness plagued his brother as well. Whether it be for victory or to rinse the idleness from his mind and body, it was time for a drink.

“Ale, Brother? These farmers make a hell of a shine. Had a cup or two in my Kessel days slinging spice and the like. Nothing stronger! I sithspit you not.” His head bobs in anticipation of the pleasure and a slight grin appears on his lips as their relief arrived. “Come! Let us observe the Jedi stealing the glories of greater men and women.”

Hevn beacons his ship to dock at the port, and launch two speeders. In the heat of battle and chasing the Knight Commander down he had pushed his lungs to the limits. They were free to roam now, and he didn’t see why walking would be especially necessary unless Alkor had something to discuss. He spares a moment to change from his full armor into his casual wear.

As he returns to the landing pad he gestures toward a speeder for Alkor, nodding to him. Hevn tears off ahead toward the ping they had just received for beginning festivities. The smell of the barbecue was grotesquely repelled by Hevn’s nostrils. Hevn punches his comm to jest with Alkor ::Little soon don’t you think? We just got done cooking this planet...heh::

His grim sense of humor was lost on most, but it never stopped him from throwing the verbal punches anyways.

He circles the party around once before spotting a tent erected for refreshments. He dismounts the speeder and saunters inside. He wonders how many of the participants are spread between militant and civilian. Approaching the bar a pair of children howl with laughter. Hevn was a fan of games of skill and intellect, and he wondered what it was they could be playing. Too young for sabaac to be sure. Casting a glance over their table he reads words etched into each card.

“The most debilitating hangover I ever had was when _______”

Someone had placed a card on top of this that caused a horrendous belt of laughter to rip from Hevn’s lungs.

“ [member="Alkor Centaris"] .”

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Objective 2

Tags: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] [member="Atasihd Zi"]

As they walked together, Reggie couldn't help but realize his Master's slowness and soon to be frustration. The Padawan tried to keep with his pace, eventually discovering that it was more difficult to do than he thought. When Master Dragonsflame turned and apologized, Reggie shook his head.

"It's no problem Master. We're in no rush."

If it wasn't for Atasihd Zi introducing himself, Reggie would have slowed his pace to continue to walk by his Master. However, introductions were in order, so he quickened his pace a bit in order to listen to the Torguta and introduce himself in turn, not knowing that Atasihd Zi had already over heard their names.

"My name is Reggie Faayare."

As always, Reggie was interested to hear more about the background of his new companion.

"I understand that. Staying in one place for too long can get a bit dull, though the reason for that can vary between people. If you don't mind me asking, why don't you like to stay in one place for too long?"

Anyone who talked with Reggie can usually tell that he's a talker. The Padawan has made sure to change how much he talks, as to not annoy people, but now was a good time to converse. No better time to do so than eating a delicious meal with one another, something that Reggie was increasingly looking forward to as the aroma of food began to increase as they walked

 

[Kat Decoria]

Objective: 3 - Purple Heart
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Krystal Estain"]
Location: Taanab surface

There was the legendary Coren Starchaser, he was a hero among Padawans and other Jedi groups. Strong stance against Sith and taking the fight to them. It was dangerous work so it was hard not to admire a man who could inspire others to join him in a war, especially one so dangerous. The Sith were getting stronger all the time and Kat knew that there were some impossibly strong Sith out there. She feared that it was more reckless than brave, especially seeing war, seeing the devastation and seeing the loss of life. She didn't understand how he could bear the weight of all that and keep going strong, was it that he was just stronger than she was? Kat lost half a dozen pilots fighting for Taanab and she was haunted by their deaths. Still having nightmares of their last moments. She had to move out of her family's home because she was waking up everyone with her screams every night.

It was just too much at times and Kat feared she was going to go insane if it continued. She just didn't know what to do.

Seeing Master Starchaser call her over, Kat waved her men off to do their jobs before walking over to the small group of people. Looking over, she spotted Allya who she had seen around before and another young woman she did not recognise. Hands in her pocket, she looked over to Master Starchaser, "how can I help Master Starchaser?" Kat asked politely, she was still feeling lost at the moment so hopefully working with the group would help keep her mind occupied and maybe she would eventually figure out something to keep her from going insane due to all of this.

 

[Gianna Aegis]

Location: Pandath City - Old Apothecary [Near City Center]​

Tag: [member="John Locke"] | [member="Orn Pharr"]​

Objective: Hard to say. BYOO - A little of each?​

Status: “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ​

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Gianna snuggled into her arms while sunlight peeked through the cracks in the tent. The fabric was strong but tattered from the elements. The young Knight would have been embarrassed to know that she had fallen asleep while making a salve, but, the events of the war were bound to creep up on her eventually. The scent of some exotic flower kept her buried beneath a wave of slumber. One moment, the clatter of shrapnel, and the next, she felt as if she were walking in air.

A voice pulled at her subconscious. At first, she didn’t stir, but the endearment of little one had her dream-self pulling up from the desk. She looked around blearily. Tired. Still, even in sleep, so very exhausted that she could feel the ache of exhaustion in her bones. “Master Pharr?”

She didn’t really have to ask. But, still.

For the first time she noticed that her cheeks were wet. Was she crying? A quiet flutter of fabric while she rubbed at her eyes confirmed it. It seemed that she could not escape the sadness that wrapped around her heart like a wreath. It squeezed. “I don’t mean to…”, she whispered, a little forlorn, when the Neti bade her not to shed tears for him. The fact that he had many friends where he had drifted off to was both better and worse. She was glad he was not alone.

Yet—They were all beyond her reach.

Gianna could see him. The wizened old tree that had left such a permanent impression on her being that she couldn’t help feeling cheated. He was gone before his time. No matter how old the Neti was. It was too soon. The other faces of friends Master Pharr had mentioned seemed to encourage her. She did not recognize them, mostly, because her gaze kept sliding from distinctive features. Regardless—She felt their warmth and support. “I hope…I hope I will make you proud. All of you.”

Her heart tightened again. She reminded him what it was to be a Jedi?

The Jedi Knight had allowed emotion to get the better of her ever since her feet touched the ground. It confused her that all of these specters seemed to approve of her. Mostly, she felt as if she had failed.

Jade eyes closed again when the voice of her friend seemed to fade. A soft chuckle escaped her, watery, but a laugh nonetheless when he hoped to see her again—But not too soon. It sounded just like something the Jedi Master would say.

“Not too soon.”, she agreed gently, doing her best, to hide a small sniffle. He wouldn’t begrudge her that when part of her grief was mellowed by the subtle dark humor. Even it death, even though, she seemed to know she was dreaming—His presence was calming. It took some of the shadow of Taanab and chased away the negativity. Hope filled the empty places once more. Gentleness, and hope.

Things would be all right. Gianna would pull through this. Faith intact. Only, as the veil lifted, the fading visage of Master Pharr would feel her wish. If not for her, then the countless Jedi, the countless people, who could learn from him. She would miss him.

More than anything…She wished he could stay.

Her dreams slipped back into blurry shapes of color while she settled. Her soul was lighter. Yet—It would be quite some time before she was exactly as she had been. War changed people.

She was no different than anyone else.

 

[John Locke]

Location: Taanab
Objective: BYOO: Hope against hope
Tagging: [member="Gianna Aegis"]

The world seemed to blur around John as he walked, if you could call the hurried pace he set really a walk. He knew the likelihood of anything was small, fleetingly so, but still...but still/ He'd thought that the last few days had inured him against it, that he'd stop seeing her all around him, a flash or red hair rounding the corner, the sound of her voice. time was supposed to cure all things right? If not the walls of despair that had erected themselves around his heart. He wasn't supposed to feel right? He didn't want to, to feel, to open himself up like that was to invite the pain. Each breath, each thought, was like a jagged edge cutting through him, as if they were tearing him asunder. So he'd tried to stop, to wall himself away, to not feel anything was better than the subject himself to that pain again and again.

Yet that overheard sentence, the question it had raised, the little seed of hope had acted like none of that was there, that it wasn't important. He'd tried to protect himself in the only way he knew how but there it was, that question burning in the back of his mind. 'What if?' What if he'd been mistaken, what if she was still alive. John knew it was a fools hope, that he was just setting himself up for a fall, letting the gates to the world of pain waiting for him swing open again...but he couldn't stop himself. That was the irony of it, he was walking upto the edge because, maybe, maybe there was some chance, and he'd never forgive himself if he didn't go, he'd never forgive himself if he went.

It was the same dilemma that had ever existed, dare you go, dare you not? Only John wasn't even thinking about that, the words wrapping around his head didn't let him, nothing else existed just that small hope that seemed to drive him on. He heard his comm unit buzzing in his pocket, the sound of greetings but none of them really registered with the man in his quest. It was only when he arrived at the hospital that he was forced to stop, the sheer amount of humanity around the hospital stopping him short. He'd been avoiding the hospital, afraid that the memory, the accusation would be too high here. He'd been afraid that the they'd all be staring at him with an accusing eye but there was none of that here.

There was barely a glance spared his way, the majority of the patients the nurse all focused on their lives, on the new opportunities available to them. There were even a few who asked him if he needed help, an old man who actually approached to offer him a blanket and to take him to the doctor. In the end he'd just needed directions to teh Jedi, the one thing that the man seemed happy to provide, his eyes practically sparkling as he talked about how she'd saved his grandson.

So it was John found himself standing in front of a tent, just one tent like so many that had been thrown up around the hospital. This one was special though, this was the tent of the Jedi...a Jedi. He was right infront of hte flap but...it felt like he was miles away, having to remind himself not to give in, not to let himself get too much hope built up.

He'd built gigantic star ships and the most delicate of micro-electronics before, but the hand that pushed aside the flap had none of the usual surety and security that he displayed, they were actually trembling as he pushed back the flap of cloth to slip inside. The tent looked like any other, a bed, chairs, some books and a table and a shock of red hair. A breath he hadn't known he was holding flowed out of his lungs as John took a step forward, his hand reaching out as he swallowed nervously. She wasn't real...it was just a ghost, but no ghost ever looked so real, could capture the little murmur in her voice, that small twitch of her lips.

A hand fell on her should, so softly, ever so gently as the cyborg blinked away tears from his one real eye. It was...he didn't know how to describe it, had never experienced anything like it before. The wreck of walls surrounded his heart, not gone, not vanished but blow asunder by the sight of the woman slumbering in front of him. The pain, the scars weren't gone, weren't banished entirely but they weren't so pressing on him either. For a moment the world outside, all that pain and suffering, none of it matter, the past few days seemed like a bad dream.

"You just had to fall asleep didn't you," the man's voice was soft, fond as he reached forward, his other hand slipping under Gianna's legs, lifting her out of her chair as he turned to the bed crossing the room to stand next to the small camp bed she'd been using.

He'd put her down in a moment, let her get some proper sleep. Only he wasn't sure he wanted to let her go, not just yet. There was a part of him that couldn't believe this wasn't a dream but...she was warm, she felt real and...she was alive. Nothing else mattered.

His voice was broken, barely above a whisper as John closed his eyes, tears still falling unheeded down his cheek, "I thought I'd lost you."

 

[Aida Aquila]

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Objective 4: Community Garden, Byoo
Location: Rural town

Aida stood up, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead, leaving a smear of soil across her pale skin. Tranquil blue orbs took in the scene, things were coming together quite well indeed. Most of the raised beds now had new greenery, and hand-written labels that marked each section. The larger plots of soil that made up their field had been seeded, new crops would begin to grow. There were children helping to water them, a sight that warmed her heart. There were clusters of people talking, their voices hopeful for the future. The Jedi master took it all in, letting this feeling imprint upon her.

Yes, this was what she had hoped for – this would be a place of community, not just a garden.

Moving towards the front of the garden, she let her fingertips fall against the petals of cheerful blooms that had been planted in large barrels to mark the entrance. It was quite a nice little touch. Taanab still had quite a ways to go, but the healing process had already started. She was confident that the Order and their partners in the CIS were doing their part to make good, to repair the damage that had marred the soil here.

“This is looking splendid,” she said, clasping her hands together. “A day of hard work deserves a hot meal, don't you think?” She asked, brows lofting slightly.

There were several nods and smiles.

“Then, let us join the others at the barbecue,” Aida smiled, too.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Objective: Two
Strategy: Zeltron's gotta Zeltron
Tags: Open, [member="Xobos Yakieer"]

The Pink One bopped and bounced around the area. She checked in on the food, the drink, the party favors, the random swag... Cheered at the fireworks, gave thanks to the DJ, and swung about with some fancy footloose people. Like there was definitely an undercurrent of melancholy and shock from what had happened, maybe even resentment from some, but there was so much more excitement and fun and... Well, Cali was going to keep it lively and even get in with the young ones because Pink Girl's got moves.

So lively was the Zeltron that when a certain someone came near, gave a little poke, and a soft utterance that the pink haired, pink skinned, bubbly one didn't think twice. Strawberries, she didn't think once! Spun on the spot, Cali surged forward like a tidal wave of giggly wrapped in a bundle of joy. Arms went right about the Miraluka and she planted a good, firm kiss right on her lips. She drew back her head just as suddenly as it had arrived in order to get a good look at the other woman. "Xobos! Oh my grooves, you're here?" she cried with wide, unblinking eyes. "Wanna dance?" a grin split her lips just that quickly having dropped the abrupt offer in the Miraluka's lap.

 

[Atasihd Zi]

Location: Nearly to MOAR FOOD
Objective: 2 - BBQ
Tags: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"]

With that second to last bite sent down to digest, the Togruta had gotten enough time to consider how best to answer the younger man's question. Should anything be held back, or should he tell all? What words to use, and what level of speech? The conversation was already casual, and as things went, he surmised they were on the same level, in the Jedi realm.

"It's not that I do not like it," he started, rubbing at his left ribcage, still aching as it would continue to do for some time, "it's that my..." which word? "...job, my former employment, had me travelling to many places. Living such a life for many moons, habits form, levels of comfort change."

His mouth formed a thin line of further, momentary thought.

"I was a bounty hunter... Reggie," he tried the name out, he'd never known a Reggie before, "until a contract went 'sour', as they say, and I was left hospitalised for three months." His fiery eyes looked sidelong at the shorter man, "So to say I was going... 'stir-crazy' could be an understatement."

He popped the last bit of sandwich in his mouth.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective 2:
Tags: [member="Reggie Faayare"] - [member="Atasihd Zi"]

"Thank you" Josh spoke softly when Reggie tried to assuage his frustration over his current state. Josh couldn't help it though, he already felt useless as it was, not being able to go onto the field right now as he wanted to, and now he couldn't even lead the lot of them to the table without horribly lagging behind. He despised it, but... This was the price he paid for what he had done. He had weathered the dark storm and saved hundreds on Azure, but that had come at a cost, and one that, again, he was going to have to live with for awhile.

He listened as the two of them spoke for a bit about the wanderlust of the Togruta, about how he couldn't stay in one place for long. Josh supposed he got that. While he was a family man through and through, and enjoyed his time at home with his family... He'd go stir crazy too if he didn't get a chance to explore the galaxy and do things. That was why he hadn't retired as a Jedi long ago, to be honest. He wouldn't be able to stay that way.

Eventually though they did manage to reach the food, and Josh and Jason began to load things up, a big plate for each of them. It seemed Jason got being a big eater from someone. Though Josh's plate was mostly meat.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Objective: 2 | Tags: [member="Violet Kianar"] | Outfit: This​

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The young Viceroy's response to her Exarch's question was one that caused Adron to draw a thin smile over his face. He was partially amused by the political shadow that stood behind her answer. As a Viceroy she could not hint to anything other than loyalty. If she showed herself to be disloyal, then there could be any number of responses. None of them good. Still, she was well spoken and seemed to consider her words. The Exarch nodded at her approvingly, though he did not respond her statement. There was no reason to affirm nor deny her words. When it did seem he was going to speak, another approached the two. This man was known to Adron. [member="Kiff Brayde"]. A High Marshal in the Confederate Defense Force. He had served under Adron's armada, and done so well. So perhaps he was a man of some consideration.

"Marshal Brayde. No, we have not had the pleasure. Although I was impressed with your command during the invasion. Well done." The Exarch's tone was ever curt and straight to the point. His eyes, however, were as daggers wielded towards all. Even though they were a vibrant shade of amethyst they were ice cold. Adron glanced at the Viceroy, who had now fallen silent.

"Now if i recall correctly, you are the Marshal of the Miranda Armada. A competent Commander, though your methods and demeanor are sometimes considered unorthodox." The Exarch had read into all of his Naval Commander's files at length. Most were considerably standard, however Marshal Brayde was considered a bit different from the others.

The Exarch turned his eyes to the skies, where the low whine of fighters caused his eyes to faintly glow with a purple haze. The moment the Exarch saw that the fighters were no more than another round of fireworks dispensers, he immediately leashed his hold over the Force, causing the glow to subside. It seemed a young Zeltros woman, [member="Cali Ziiva"], had joined the party. Oddly enough, what Adron saw next did catch his eye. His own apprentice, [member="Xobos Yakieer"], approached the Zeltros. Adron's lips turned to an interested smile before he tapped his glass soundly. He considered speaking to the woman, however he decided against it. Xobos would need to create new relationships on her own and expand her personality, this would make her a far larger use in the future. So instead, the man turned back to the Viceroy and Marshal before him.

"I'll be interested to see both of you progress in the future. Perhaps you will both prove yourselves and continue to ascend."

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[Darth Metus]

Objective II - [member=Áine]​

His eye was yet closed.

Though the fighting had come to a close, the sting yet lingered. The worst of the Wolf's injuries had been rectified by healing hands, of course, but there were the phantom aches which manifested every so often. Still, despite the realities of the battle, victory had been theirs. And, as a result, Hisashi was gifted with a momentary reprieve. Taanab had been liberated from Mandalorian influence, by their blood and their efforts...and for now, he was perfectly content with leaving his duties for just a little while. The morrow would always be there, but for now..

For now, he could revel in the company of the Sorceress.

He hadn't the gall to address Áine as much out loud. However, her recent flirtations with the Mandragora and seemingly boundless power left quite the impression on Hisashi. Moreover, she seemed to have cast a spell on the man over their brief time knowing each other. Even in the thick of battle on Taanab, Hisashi had always spared thoughts upon her whereabouts and her wellbeing. If the opportunity arose to stay by her side, he took it. If the opportunity arose to keep pressure off her position, he'd dive at the enemy until there was nothing left. Such was how he earned the fresh gash over his eyelid - a wound he'd wear proudly.

In the present, the celebration of their victory was made all the more sweeter because she was with him. She busied herself sampling what smelled a fruity beverage, whilst Hisashi nibbled on a kebab of freshly roasted meats. Amidst the music, chatter, and her company, Hisashi was a man of great smiles. "I'm surprised you haven't seen anything that colorful." he remarked, after a hearty swallow. "And here I thought having a wide variety of options was paramount for the wealthy. Ha." Though he was poking fun, his dominant arm rose and found her waist.

"I suppose I'll have to show you all the perks of low-born living." And with that, the smoky hints of his snack were left upon her lips.

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Objective 2

Tags: [member="Atasihd Zi"] [member="Josh Dragonsflame"]

Reggie listened intently as they walked. The response that was given reminded the Padawan that Jedi come from many different paths, which also contributed to their strengths. Though he has already made assessments on Astasihd's skills, Reggie was curious to see those skills in action. His assessment could be wrong after all. That was a question for another time though.

"Being hospitalized that long must of been miserable. I'm sorry to hear that happened."

Upon reaching the food, Reggie would let his companions acquire their food first. He was a big eater, so it came to no suprise that the food on his plate was small in comparison to others.

 

[Áine]

Objective 2 | Wearing: [xxx] | [member=Hisashi]​

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Many things came with being part of the Confederacy, but thus far the most interesting had been her introduction to the Mandragora. Áine found herself feeling at home there, amongst the other Nightsisters. Her mastery over the force meant that spells and magik came easily. If anywhere, that was the place she was going to make her mark. Hisashi had followed her without question, and for that she was more grateful than words could express. He was like a crutch to her now. No matter where she went in the Galaxy, if she was without him she was lacking.

A sweet giggle filled the space between them as she shook her bright red locks. 'You'd be surprised to find out just how much variety people are prepared to give up in order to look pretentious.' After another drawn out sip of the icy drink she placed the glass onto the bar with a soft clunk. When his arm snaked around her waist she found herself pleasantly surprised, but not taken aback. It felt comforting, like it belonged. 'You're enough of a perk to make me crave the lifestyle.' Her eyes shut to the world as he came close enough for his scent to wash over her, and they remained closed as a smoky taste overtook the fruity cocktail. When they opened again she was brought face to face with the gash that ran clean across the centre of his eyelid. Áine winced, and it was obvious.

Pale fingers reached out to softly stroke the puckered skin. Guilt was plain on the assassin's face, an emotion she rarely dallied with. Though she was rarely lost for words, Áine found her lips remained partially open with every intention of sound coming out, but nothing came. When she finally gathered the mind to speak she did so in a sorrowful tone. 'I'm so sorry, I was such a fool.' Her lower lip sank slightly, but she did her best to keep it under control. Tanaab was a fight she would have rather forgotten. In the heat of the battle she had lost sight of Hisashi, and by the time he had found her again she was surrounded. She didn't belong in the middle of war, she preferred fighting her battles with words, and from this fact alone she should have known to stick by Hisashi's side. He had gained that wound defending her, protecting her.

Áine knew he had already forgive her, from the moment he was forced to dive in and help to the second the blade left his flesh. She didn't need to ask for it, but the words came anyway. 'Will you forgive me?'