Public Party Under the Dome

[Nora Laan]

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Many faces come and go as the make their way through the grand hall. Some stop briefly near Nora, offering her bows, dips of their heads and salutes with their drinks. She offers the same in kind, bowing her head in thanks and at times raising her tall glass of wine. And yet each moment was fleeting as though they were either nervous, or not willing to interrupt before the ceremony began, or that they were merely passing through to another section of the hall. Either way, Nora didn't judge them. Instead she just took it all in stride.

That is until one man made his approach. It was almost as though he had singled her out, which more or less probably wasn't far from the truth. Still, this evening was going to be full of such encounters she was sure.

After his introduction and congratulations, Nora bowed her head in kind with a warm smile. "Thank you kindly, Lord Reign. I do believe that the Covie are in good hands for the future. NCBC has done so well for us, but it is now time that the Covie learn to walk on their own two feet for a little while and see how it goes. Miss Terallo and I went to school together, so I have known her for many years. She was always destined for a bright future, but I had not imagined this. I am only thankful to be a part of it."

With a pleased glint in her eyes she sipped her wine, allowing for a small pause in the conversation. "Would you be so kind as to save me a dance, this evening?"

Tag: Darth Reign + OPEN

 

[Liin Terallo]

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I cannot help but smile in more amusement as the young man nearly fumbles out of his nerves. It was sweet, in a way, and entirely understandable for I can see the recognition in his eyes as he looked at me. "Yes these treats are very tastey, I must agree. And you are most welcome to them."

To hear that he works for a bacta company had caught me off guard, which could probably be witnessed briefly on my face before I hid it with another smile. "Bacta-works, you say? How very interesting, Mister Hahn. I would love to hear of their innovations some time soon." My eyes are drawn past the young man towards Darth Reign , Valery Noble and even Caelan Valoren , the latter of which I was glad to see. He could use some connections and help for his people. I gesture towards him. "Mister Thel, if you look over there, you'll see a young man about your age that could probably be glad for a friend right now. And so could his world. Bacta-works could probably help them a lot." NCBC will be able to help in other ways, I am certain. Bacta and biomolecules can be competitors when it came to products for healing, but I know that the extensive uses of biomolecules was far greater.

I hope that the two find some common ground. I politely excuse myself and then move along the floor. My conversations for the moment needed to be brief until after the ceremony has taken place. Once that business is concluded I can be free as a bird.

I spot Karl Von Strauss at the bar and it was easy to see Tertius C. Nargath and his guard. And it was even easier to see him beckoning us to join him. I weave me way through the crowd only to pause as Kaila Irons and Tamsin Graves make their appearance. I owe the two a great debt for their help during one of our business ventures together. I make my way towards the pair and smile brightly. "Welcome to New Cov. I am so happy to see you both here. And I wish to thank you again for your help. Please enjoy yourself and we'll chat after I am finished with the ceremony?"

With an apologetic smile for having to depart them so quickly, I then proceed towards the Marquis and upon my approach, I dip my chin respectfully. "Thank you for coming. It is a special occasion. There are so many trickling in, I could not be more pleased for the Covie." And perhaps a little selfishly, I could not be more pleased for myself too.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch the beautiful plumage of my dear acquaintence Xitli Sacul . His people had been very helpful in Ilic's recovery from the toxin that plagued us. I do plan on conversing with him this evening as well.

Tags: Tertius C. Nargath Karl Von Strauss Thel Hahn Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Spoiler: Outfits

Karl | C1RC3

Spoiler: Colors

Karl Von Strauss
C1RC3

Karl weaved through the crowd having limited conversations with a few of the people present before his arrival. He was already halfway done with his first glass of gin and tonic when Tertius C. Nargath caught his eye. His hand beckoned him to come and talk. He raised his glass and nodded as began to make his way toward the Marquis.

About a third of the way to the Marquis,

As she stared at the dark sider from across the room, she continued to walk through the crowd, her attention only refocusing on where she as as she nearly walked straight into an older gentleman. She blushed immediately.

"Forgive me, sir," she said, largely in deference to his being her elder.

"On no, forgive me." Karl said with a small bow, his lapel pins clinking as he did, "I didn't mean to get in your way. Going straight through the middle of the party wasn't my brightest idea." He smiled and noticed that her cheeks were flush with color as were his own.

"Oh and don't worry, you weren't about to run into some privileged aristocrat. No, I am just an engineer. Karl Von Strauss at your service." He said with a smile that showed the large crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. "And following too closely behind me is my bodyguard, C1RC3. She doesn't bite." He said with a laugh motioning to the cape-clad, mouthless automata.

"Yes, I don't bite. After all, I don't have a mouth." She replies with a slight bow.

"Might I say: your dress is fabulous. Despite my own attire, I think the über lavish styles this evening are a bit much. But I suppose that's what galas are for." He said with a slightly hushed tone so as to not upset anyone nearby, then tapped his forehead with the palm of his hand, "I am so sorry, what is your name dearie?"

Tags: Ala Quin
Mentions: Tertius C. Nargath

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

Objective: Bar/gamble
Tags: Lyssara Thrynn / open

"You cheat!"

"What did you say?" Joran asked.

"You cheat! Cheater!" the man sitting next to him at the card table accused again. The accuser was an average middle-aged man, short brown hair that was greying at the sides and a well-maintained shadow of a beard spread across his face. The beard had no grey and Joran suspected it was dyed. The man's accent reeked of the core worlds and his naivety screamed upper-crust or at the least a sheltered upbringing.

Joran was a hulking man and not someone the average person would insult with accusation but the drink and the purported safety precautions put in place by the party's host combined with dye-beard's presumed sheltered upbringing made him bold. Joran could respect bold, mostly.

Joran reached over and with one of his massive hands and slapped the absolute chit out of the man who had called him a cheater. Dye-beard was struck so solidly he slipped from his seat spilling a drink as he grabbed at the table to keep from falling all the way to the ground.

Joran…ehem…Captain Joran Del-Finn immediately clocked the response from a handful of security positioned around the room. Hands went to earpieces and fingers pointed in his direction. Joran swallowed the rest of his drink Mogano branded bourbon and watched as four guards got together and started to make their way over to where he was gambling.

He exhaled an exasperated breath. He had come to New Cov for business reasons not to land himself in a holding cell.

"You," one of the guards, a reasonably tall and fit man in his thirties said to Joran, voice stern and commanding.

"Ayye, itssalright," Joran told him in his most reassuring manner. He held his hands up to where security could see them, the sleeves on his very not cheap sweater rolled up to his elbows, exposing tanned forearms thick as the clubs the security carried.

"It's fine. It's fine," he repeated. "He's okay. He's sorry."

"I'm sorry?" Dye-beard asked with all the incredulity that only the privileged can muster when forced to face consequences.

"Yeah they know, mate." Joran said casually.

"No, wait, what I mean is…" Dye-beard started to stammer.

"No, no, no," Joran cut the man off with his most sympathetic tone which upon any scrutiny would sounds about as sincere as a Hutt promising not to screw you over. "There's no need. I forgive you for the grave insult you threw at me."

Dye-beard's eyes looked like they would pop right out of his head while his face turned more red than a Sith's shiny stick. "I insulted you?"

"What're you some sort of chatter monkey, repeating me again and again?" Joran asked. Security was running out of patience he could tell. Every time they tried to speak either Joran or Dye-beard jumped in first. "Aye, you impugned upon my reputation, mate, and in fine company. It was a right chit thing to do but I will just this once forgive. Live and let live, yeah?"

It was said casually but Joran had a talent for making his threats come across loud and clear. Dye-beard seemed to get the point and did not open his mouth for a retort.

"Find a new table, friend." The security officer said to Joran.

"I like this one, mate. I'm winning." Joran said, his attention now fully on the four guards who were hanging out nearby, hands covering near Billy clubs.

The guard who had been doing the talking didn't respond to Joran, he simply waited. Joran was pretty sure if it came to a scrap he could take the four of them even with their clubs. He was Mandalorian after all or was raised as such but that would do him no favors and favors were exactly why he had come to New Cov. A celebration for a newly elected government or some chit, it was in Joran's estimation a good chance to drum up some business for himself and his company.

Joran was a pilot by trade. A freighter pilot to be exact, he didn't bother with X-wings or TIE series. He was also a gambler, mechanic, bounty hunter and occasional gun for hire but here today he represented his very own freighter company, one started with funds and ships he had gotten from Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor .

No, the service he was hoping to sell to the new government or well anybody who would pay for it was shipping. Discreet, fast, and no bother with things like tariffs or port fees or regulation. Some people called what he offered smuggling. Those people would be right.

Joran threw his hands up in acquiescence, scooped up his winnings and stood up. At his full height Joran was more than a head taller than the security guard who had done the talking and was a heck of a lot wider, likely out weighing the man by a hundred or more pounds. Hands still hovered near Billy clubs but now those hands shook with nerves. Joran flipped one of his cred chips to the dealer and allowed himself to be escorted to the bar.

"Mate, Mogano Bourbon, tall, yeah?" Joran said to the bartender as he took a seat on one of the swanky stools, hardly noticing the young woman next to him until he was taking a sip of his drink. She looked young, too young for him, a man in his fifties but connections were connections.

"Next one's on me, yeah?" He told her "any luck at the tables?" He asked

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Devils Dance Floor
Wearing: Dress
Tags: Kaila Irons | Liin Terallo | Open

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She felt out of place, as her and Kaila walked into the hall. Sure, she had seen the luxuries of Canto Bight and the palace of Jutrand both had people with power and wealth but there were also people without it. Here everyone exuded wealth, power, and privilege, some who had earned it, some who inherited it, and others who paid for it. Her eyes scanned the room as they walked in, she was learning to read people, something Kaila had told her she would need to learn to do as an up-and-coming inquisitor.

"I've yet to sense any of his lordship's agents here,"

Tamsin almost laughed but held her lips tight, finding it a bit ironic considering they were his agents though she knew what Kaila was speaking of. "I like training." She openly admitted it was because it kept her mind off the world, she had stepped foot into and now couldn't escape. Training kept her thoughts focused off the impending doom she felt inside of her. It also gave her time with Kaila who grew busier with her duties within the brood and sith order. It wasn't entirely selfish Kaila even seemed less tense when they were training, a reprieve she deserved from the mountain being toppled on her that might crush her one day.

"But this could be fun, looks pretty well guarded too." She looked at the Mandalorian guards that had been supplied by Nyles Kote . "So, I don't think any physical fights will be breaking out. All I will have to worry about is whom you decide to take home with you at the end of the night." She said, smirking up at Kaila teasing her a bit for all the stories she had been told.

Tamsin continued to look around at all the extravagance of democracy and corporatocracy. Less dark and gloomy then the theocracy of the Sith. Less reds and blacks with more vibrant purples and blues. She and Kaila dressed in their best black seemed more like they were dressed for a funeral then a party. Her eyes fell on Darth Reign , she didn't know the man on any personal level but knew of him a rising master in the academic circles of the sith.

"There is a Jedi here,"

"Sith as well." Her head nodded towards Darth Reign. "So, it's a real powder keg. Perhaps you shouldn't have worn the badge." It was a status symbol, a mark of position and power. It could be intimidating to give yourself an advantage, but it could also make one a target. All part of the things she was learning in her inquisitor studies. That was thing she was slowly learning about all facets of the will, it wasn't always about raw displays of power but also about perceived power or making people think you lacked it. It was a delicate dance, making yourself look too strong you were a target or making yourself look to weak also made yourself a target.

Her eyes moved across the room once more, but they stopped on Ala Quin for a second longer then the others she was watching. Her sights though carried past the woman and onto others until she spotted Liin Terallo she gave the woman a warm smile. "Don't break a leg." Or was it go break a leg, such a strange saying why would you wish someone to break a leg. Tamsin was confused by weather she said the right words or not, but anyway she was wishing the woman the best. Liin was a good soul, and despite feeling like a fish out of water she was happy to be here to support a friend. She looked back to Kaila, a joy washed over her for a moment, the doom seeming to subside for the moment. "These people dance, dress, and seem to talk real fancy. May have to teach them how to do a serf's jig." She tapped her feet lightly against the dance floor, letting the kid in her show a little.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

My precious moment of peace and relaxation is disrupted by someone sitting at a poker table nearby. Poker… I have to admit, I don't really know how to play; I'd probably get fleeced in no time. Growing up in my jungle, I never really had the chance to play in casinos or try out all these complex games. The guy suddenly, violently threw someone across the room after being accused of cheating. Like some of the others, I glance over at him from the corner of my eye. My reaction is perfectly natural—he was enough of a disturbance to make security step in.

He's tall, imposing, impulsive… definitely the kind of person you'd want to avoid getting hit by. At the moment, I'm nowhere near ready for that kind of confrontation; I'd be laid out on the floor before I knew it.

I turn my attention back to my drink, now almost empty. I glance down at my glass.

"Oops, drank that too fast. Guess that just proves how good Taris beer really is."

I take the last sips, savoring them just a bit more. A moment later, the same person who nearly sparked a brawl earlier takes the seat next to me. He offers to buy me a drink. A drink? Well, why not? If he's feeling generous enough to spend some cartel credits, I won't say no to a free drink.

"why not, so I'll take a Coruscant Cooler this time. "

It's a strange cocktail from Coruscant that's a mix of wine and fruit juice—just some wine cut with fruit juice, really. I've been wanting to try all sorts of exotic drinks lately. I glance up at the menu and realize there's no way I can sample everything without ending up somewhere… questionable.

After all, I've got a new career ahead of me, transporting cargo across the galaxy. And in my other line of work… well, I'm a Sith. I can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of starting this new chapter, with my own ship, and the freedom to carve my own path through the stars. It feels like a fresh start, a much-needed escape from all the chaos I've endured. For now, though, I'm here, breathing in this moment of peace, eagerly waiting for the future that's finally within reach.

"and for the table I haven't had time to play yet, I'm getting ready first before trying my luck at the slot machines."

Joran Del-Finn | Tag : Open | Bar

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil idly fixed one of his sleeves. Suits weren't something he wore often, in favor of his Jedi attire at least. But today he was here not as a Jedi but a supporter of New Cov. Of the democracy they'd form. Of Liin Terallo 's choice to encourage such a thing on the many domed planet. "If they do, they do. I can hope so, but the choice is ultimately there's."

He patted Valery's hand, smiling softer to his wife. It'd be good, but, he wanted this planet's freedom to choose over anything else.

A different voice pulled his attention though. The new senator of Alderaan. Another Organa, though her relation to Alicio Organa wasn't something he'd looked too far into yet. He dipped his head in turn, giving a kind smile.

"Likewise, Senator. Enjoying the party so far?"

His gaze shifted briefly to the Zeltron with her, and there was only a slight dip in his smile. Their pheramones had been weaponized against him as a boy, and it wasn't something that he'd properly had to face yet.

Valery Noble | Nos Voros | Lady Sylvia Organa

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Keshian Green Dress | Wedding Ring

Valery's gaze lingered on the dance floor down below as Kahlil's words settled in. "You're right," she murmured softly, her voice threaded with quiet admiration. "It's their choice to make, and they've taken such a brave step forward today. Whatever path they decide, it's bound to shape their future for the better." She smiled up at him, her fingers gently squeezing his hand in silent agreement.

The warmth of the moment was interrupted by the approach of Sylvia and Nos. Valery turned, her amber eyes lighting up with recognition as Sylvia spoke. "Senator Organa, it's wonderful to see you again as well," Valery greeted, her tone warm and genuine. "You flatter me," she added with a light chuckle, acknowledging the compliment with a modest dip of her head. Her gaze shifted to Nos, her smile never faltering as she offered him the same kind courtesy. "It's a pleasure to see you both."

Valery quickly caught the subtle tension in Kahlil's expression, the faint dip in his smile when he noticed Nos' presence. Understanding dawned swiftly — the Zeltron's pheromones. Without drawing attention, she gave Kahlil's hand a comforting squeeze, her silent reassurance that she was there for him. Her smile softened as she turned back to their guests.

"I hope the party's been enjoyable so far," she said, echoing Kahlil's sentiment. "It's a remarkable day for New Cov. What do you both think of the path they've chosen?" Her tone was curious, genuinely inviting their perspectives.

Despite her outward poise, Valery felt an undercurrent of restlessness stirring beneath the surface. As much as she valued this opportunity to engage with allies and celebrate the historic moment, she couldn't ignore the quiet urgency of her own thoughts. Later, when the evening slowed and the crowds thinned, she would need a private moment with Kahlil. There was something important she needed to share with him, something that had been weighing on her heart.

Kahlil Noble | open​

 

[Nos Voros]

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Outfit: Clothing
Weapons: Holdout Blaster | Vibroknife | A few more concealed somewhere

Nos could sense a familiar feeling from within Kahlil Noble - one he knew all too well.

The Zeltron couldn't identify what it was precisely, but the feeling was a dark memory. Nos had no intention to cause undue harm.

Nos’s memories of years enslaved rose in his mind, regretfully more vivid than his memories of childhood on Zeltros before he had been kidnapped. ​

The less time spent dwelling on the resonating emotion through his telepathy the better.

“I apologize, Lady Sylvia, Lord and Lady Noble, I must beg my leave - I believe I spotted an old friend”
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Nos lied hurriedly as he bowed and stepped away from the balcony as Lady Sylvia Organa and Valery Noble continued talking about New Cov.

The bodyguard walked through the crowd, intentionally stepping between groups of elegantly dressed attendees to break line of sight from Sylvia and the two Jedi, easily done with years of practice as a runaway.

A drink, Nos decided. ​

He grabbed the first glass at random and stood amongst the other wallflowers while he nursed it.

While I may not know anyone else, at least I’m not actively harming anyone here,
Nos thought to himself.
I can put up with the consequences of my pheromones for a while.​

Nos decided he should at least try to talk to someone. At the very least a chance to sell the deception in case Sylvia spots him. She would definitely know something was up if she did. The last thing Nos wanted to do was make himself a burden at a celebration like this.

Nos shuddered, shaking off the emotion he picked up from Kahlil, though concern for the man lingered.

That wasn't the kind of feeling one simply moves on from. ​

Nos sipped, not tasting the drink as he scanned the room.

Lady Sylvia Organa | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | OPEN​

 

[Thel Hahn]

Thel was so anxious about making a good first impression that it took a moment for him to even process what Liin had said. His face fell. She was pushing him onto someone else—another kid. The boy scowled. Figures.

But she had said she would like to hear more about Bacta Works some time soon. That at least gave him hope that he could fulfill his mission at a later date. He needed to know more about the merger if he was to fulfill his end of the bargain with Omri.

He turned to face Caelan Valoren , took a deep breath (and another bite of food) then walked over. “I heard you had a planet in need of aid,” he said, skipping all pretense. “I’m Thel Hahn, with Bacta-Works.”

Unlike with Liin, Thel wasn’t nervous at all now. He leaned casually against a pillar, looking at the other boy with a cool, even gaze. They were roughly the same age, but Thel acted like he was older, whether out of habit or arrogance or some combination thereof.

Liin Terallo Caelan Valoren​

 

[Ala Quin]

Wearing​

"I was doing the same thing," she said sheepishly, "going through the middle of the party that is." She didn't want the man to think that it was in anyway his fault.

"I am very glad you do not bite," she said in reply, smile creeping across her lips in its normally sparkling manner, "I don't much care for being bitten..."

Ala laughed at her own joke, nose crinkling at her own wittiness. It was probably uncouth, and she quickly pursed her lips. "It is my pleasure to meet you Mr. Von Strauss...and C1R...C...3." It took a bit to remember each to the letters. Droids needed names, not designations.

She cast a glance about again, trying to keep her eye on the Sith auras in the room.

His compliment grabbed her attention again. Her dress? Fabulous? She looked down and found herself smoothing down the fabric nervously.
With a quick slight courtesy, she said, "Ala Quin...from Sullust? I guess. And I am no aristocrat either."

She left out the bit about being a Jedi. It seemed wise to not lean into too much. She could just be her, right? Just in case Mr Von Strauss was not just an engineer.

"Too tell you the truth...I am not super comfortable at these sort of events," she said, leaning in a little closer. He was taller than her, most people were, but she still did not want the carefully manicured facade of 'belonging' to drop for all and sundry.

"What is it that you hope to gain from being here, Mr Von Strauss? A dance perhaps? Or something more business related?" Her eyes sparkled a little bit, mischievous as ever.

Karl Von Strauss
Watching you: Darth Reign Tamsin Graves Kaila Irons

 

[Tertius C. Nargath]

Attire: [X]
Equipment/security: [X] [X]

With Liin Terallo reaching him and giving him the warm greeting he had certainly expected from the new Director of the N&Z Laboratories, having a more relaxing moment for herself now that her duties were no longer political in nature, but purely about her passion. "Lady Terallo, it is most certainly good to see you and indeed, it is also very nice to see you content with the proceedings. New Cove will flourish with this new direction it has taken and will be taking. Perhaps I should give the newly appointed Prime Minister my regards and the assistance of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation should they deem it necessary, hmm?"

Turning his attention back into the direction where he'd seen Karl Von Strauss , for some reason Tertius couldn't find the man, but simply shrugged his shoulders. It would have been nice to chat to the man, who had had quite the promotion within the empire and whose efforts had greatly increased the importance of the N&Z as a whole within the empire of the lost.

However, noticing the two figures of Kaila Irons and Tamsin Graves in the distance, having seen their brief interaction with Lady Terallo confirmed the thought that they knew his associate, not really an issue for the Chairman of the N&Z, but there was perhaps some good connection to be made with those two for the sake of his business and now ofcourse, also Lady Terallo's business.

"Excuse me lady Terallo, I should say hello to another associate of mine," Gently reaching for the Director's hand, the Chairman made a graceous bow as he calmly placed his lips upon the back of her hand. "While some may think it is the Prime Minister who is to be celebrated, know that I still believe it is you who should be honored on this occassion."

With those words, the Marquis turned around and weaved through the crowd to stand face to face with another man who had caught his eye and the eyes of his company for a short while now. Darth Reign was somewhat different to most Sith Tertius had seen so far, but his keen insight and desire to expand were a key factor in their recent dealings and the Marquis wouldn't be a good associate if he were not to great this potentially quite lucrative client. "Honored Diarch, I am surprised to find you here at New Cov, are you perhaps an associate of the Prime minister or maybe...of Lady Terallo?"
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[Kaila Irons]

Wearing || Badge
Tamsin Graves || Open​

"All I will have to worry about is whom you decide to take home with you at the end of the night."

"I... I'm not so bad about this, am I? I mean, I know I've taken on a... few lovers, but you speak as though I've a reputation." Kaila couldn't fight back a subtle blush, perhaps for the first time that Tamsin had seen. But also a most mischievous and guilty smile, which she hadn't even realized until too late that she'd briefly directed it towards some poor Zeltron man who didn't look like they were having the best of days( Nos Voros ).

"Oh bloody hell, I really am that bad aren't I."

she quickly averted her gaze, hiding her grimacing face as they continued to stroll through the edge of the crowd.

Perhaps some day she might justify herself by explaining the reason she seemed to take on new lovers so often, how she'd served aboard her master's luxurious and debaucherous court since she'd come of age, and how the only pleasantry in between long hours of torment at his hands were those evenings spent with his most exotic companions, leaving her with an addiction of sorts. It may not have been the healthiest of habits, drifting from one pair of arms to the next, but at least it was better than her master's sadistic pastimes.

Though her methods were vastly different, the Apprentice of Darth Carnifex had learned and would one day impart a valuable lesson: Find whatever little thing brings you joy, and never let go. For it was all they had, such lesser sith as she and Tamsin.

But for now she would refrain from ruining such a joyous occasion with these grim lessons, hoping to allow her own apprentice a chance to enjoy herself while it lasted.

However, it was good to see her apprentice was being observant still. Tamsin was able to recognize a fellow sith long before she had herself, and was making excellent observations.

"Sith as well." Her head nodded towards Darth Reign. "So, it's a real powder keg. Perhaps you shouldn't have worn the badge."

"Chit." she cursed beneath her breath, perhaps the first of such barbaric language which her student might have heard, a break away from the graceful and ladylike persona which Kaila only ever shed during battle where her mask might fall and her secret warrior heritage show.

"No, you're right. I only wore it because they made me. Probably want me to intimidate the prime minister or something, what with our eastward expansion and all."


There was a momentary hesitation as she covered the badge with her hand, considering the various outcomes of what she was about to do. On the one hand, she had developed a habit of following orders to the letter as of late, this new inquisition threatening to reveal her heretical actions against her master such that she had simply discontinued any such activities for fear of reprisal.

But on the other hand, here in this room, she was in charge of this mission and the only other inquisitorial agent for several systems was her trusted companion and student. They were the inquisition.

Ripping the gription mounted badge from her dress, she dropped it in a nearby trash bin as they passed.

Perhaps her first little act of resistance since the inquisition's second founding, even if it might aid in her supposed "mission".

"Welcome to New Cov."

"Ah!" she smiled warmly, at the sudden appearance of Miss Terallo, pretending that nothing had happened and praying silently that no one had seen.

"I am so happy to see you both here. And I wish to thank you again for your help. Please enjoy yourself and we'll chat after I am finished with the ceremony?"

"Yes of course, always a pleasure. I'll look forward to catching up."

Despite the tension, her smile towards Terallo was most genuine. She was perhaps one of the few individuals who Kaila did not feel threatened the safety of her secrets despite knowing both her nature as a sith and her un-imperial dealings with the Haxion Brood behind her master's back.

"Don't break a leg."

That smile only widened as her apprentice butchered a common saying, fighting back the urge to laugh which instead manifested in a soft, breathy chuckle.

"These people dance, dress, and seem to talk real fancy. May have to teach them how to do a serf's jig."

"Well, It would certainly be entertaining, and I'm sure you've far more experience than they do." she smirked.

"And it's break a leg, dear. Confusing I'm sure, but I believe it originates from theatre, where tempting fate by wishing one good luck is actually quite unlucky, so one should do the opposite."

"I suppose we're not unlike them in that regard, fighting ever nefarious destiny by subverting norms. It would seem then that those of true life experience oft resort to such cynical methods, whereas the naïve cling to a fantasy of harmony with the greater will. But I suppose you already understand, for you've seen the world as these people never will. You're a survivor, and so you know better."

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: OPEN

Matthew stood at the edge of the entrance to the venue, curiosity tugging him forward into the heart of New Cov. He'd flown a few rounds above the city, his sharp gaze sweeping the landscape, sketching a map of streets and structures into memory. Landing with effortless grace, he folded his wings in a fluid motion and adjusted his cloak with a quick flick, the fabric settling around his frame as he moved.

Unmasked, his face was open and unguarded—a rare sight for those accustomed to his more concealed visage. His attire today was lighter, with intricate patterns woven into the fabric, a balance of elegance and practicality that allowed for easy movement.

As he stepped into the venue, his sharp blue eyes cut through the crowd, lingering briefly on each face, each outfit, as he made silent assessments.

 

[Darth Reign]

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Location: New Cov City Hall
Tags: Nora Laan Tertius C. Nargath

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Darth Reign listened to the prime minister’s words. A faint smile on his lips. Before saying
“You are too modest Prime Minister. I’ve kept appraised of your campaign, you should give yourself more credit.”

With a small bow he excused himself, turning away from the Prime Minister. His eyes traveled the room briefly, settling for a moment on Tamsin Graves and Kaila Irons . He made a mental note to keep an eye on the two Sith. While he had an alliance with the King of Korriban Darth Caedes , he was still at odds with the Sith as a whole.. and he did not know where the loyalties of these two might lie.

Continuing his scan of the room, he locked eyes with the chairman of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation. As the Chairman greeting him, Reign bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment. “Most esteemed Chairman, I’m happy to see you here. To answer your question, yes, I’m a friend of Lady Terallo. She assisted me greatly when the Diarchy was first formed and has been a great friend to myself personally and our movement.”

He smiled at the chairman, while their dealings had been fruitful as of late, it was the other man’s demeanor and decorum that the Diarch truly held in esteem. If their partnership continued, Reign might even count him as a friend one day.

His smile still on his face he said “I was quite pleased to hear of the merger, and came to honor both you and Lady Terallo. I know you are busy but If you have the time, walk with me, let’s get a drink. There are many faces here that are not as friendly to me as I’d hope”

 

[Nos Voros]

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Outfit: Clothing
Weapons: Holdout Blaster | Vibroknife | A few more concealed somewhere

Well, that's not something you see every day. ​

Nos muttered to himself, his ruminations cut short as the bright and iridescent figure of Matthew of Valendale glided to a graceful stride into the venue. The winged figure didn't seem to be immediately approaching any of the VIPs present.

A tad conspicuous, but the winged figure could help draw the eyes of others away from myself for a bit. ​

Nos set his empty glass down, looking up from the table just in time to see another face turn away from him ( Kaila Irons ), evidently mid conversation with a high ranking group that Nos was unfamiliar with.

Right - I should probably keep moving so I don't cloud up this corner.​

Nos adopted the best smile he could muster for a complete stranger and approached the winged newcomer, hoping he was as charitable as his visage seemed to be.

“Hello, I hope you don't mind my saying, but your outfit paired with your wings cut a fine figure - I’m Nos Voros” ​

The Zeltron complimented while extending a hand in greeting.

“I’m afraid I can't claim to be of any import compared to the rest of the crowd here.”​

Nos continued, telepathically sending his emotion as a silent plea for aid:

a suffocating feeling of knowing no one in a crowd, heightened by the high ranking individuals he did recognize.


Matthew of Valendale | OPEN​

 

[Liin Terallo]

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I cannot help but smile as the Marquis graces the back of my hand with a kiss, and I very nearly blush. His manners are truely appreciated and dually noted. "You are too kind, Marquis Nargath. I am merely playing my part as I walk along a new path. And I thank you for your part in it." I would love to not walk the journey alone as I can feel that this new path will be a thrilling and profitable one. But I will be content to dive into my work and enjoy the fruits of that labor either way.

Watching where the Marquis walks off to, I do find it funny that he seems to be heading in the exact direction that I wish to. With a quiet laughter I follow in behind, being mindful not to get too close. And once he approaches Lord Reign, I pause and give them a moment while my eyes survey the crowds. I see many that I do not know; yet there are others that I know of very well. It is just so wonderful that they could all be here for this occasion.

Once I notice a pause, I make my approach and bow my head to Lord Reign before taking a gentle hold of the newly elected Prime Minister's arm. "Lovely to see you again, Lord Reign. Marquis Nargath I promise that I am not stalking you. But if you gentlemen will please excuse me, I need to borrow Prime Minister Laan for a few minutes."

With a smile I lead her up the steps, bading her to wait just to my left before I approach the mic stand. A spotlight is set upon me. The light reflects off of my silver gown, causing it to sparkle with every breath and movement that I make. Soft undertones of the New Cov National Anthem begin to play by the band behind me. The sound of the gentle strings and soft flutes almost seem to caress the air within the room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may please have your attention." I give the customary pause as one does when addressing a large audience. I try to see them all from the stage, however the spotlight makes it a little difficult. "Thank you. And thank you all for coming. I am so pleased that you all could make the journey. It really means a lot to me and to New Cov.

For centuries New Cov has been a corporate government, with the New Cov Biomolecule Company at the forefront. Such a form of government have done the Covie very well. It has kept our world neutral, which has given our economy a rather diverse customer base and soaring profits. And allowing us the luxary of avoiding war. Those profits have enabled us to grow as a people and a planet.

And now, to quote a slogan in the recent election campaign; 'it is time for New Cov to walk on it's own two feet'. With recent elections, the Covie have chosen their first Prime Minister leading us on this new path with it's first fully democratic government. I cannot wait to see what further successes come of it.

And now without further ado, I proudly present to you all; Prime Minister Nora Laan!" I step aside as I begin the applause and gesture for Nora to take my place on the stage.

And with that one simple gesture, the handover is complete. A weight is now lifted from my shoulders as I no longer carry the burden of two full time careers. Now I can focus on my work leading the N&Z Laboratories with NCBC. Of course I am truly excited for this new path for New Cov and will always be on hand for them when needed. Yet now I no longer need to divide my time between the two.

And what a marvelous thing that is.

Tags: Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Judah Dashiell Loris Weavemark Ezorea Zethussaln Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves Nos Voros Marlon Sularen Lady Sylvia Organa Shuklaar Kyrdol Tertius C. Nargath Darth Reign Vyllia Santhe Lyssara Thrynn Caelan Valoren n Thel Hahn Fel Vinic Ala Quin Karl Von Strauss Kasir Dorran Yit Los'ena Matthew of Valendale @and others that I may have missed!

 

[Fel Vinic]

Tags: Matthew of Valendale | Nos Voros
Gear: Light-up jacket | Formal dress | Two lightsabers | Shades
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New Cov was def not Fel's scene. People would NEVER show up with what he was rocking, yet he wanted to show off as per usual. He had a dress shirt, slacks, and shoes while his damn light up jacket draped over his decent formal attire. He even rented a limo speeder to take him from the spaceport. As it pulled into the venue, he was already irritating most of the guests while Fel took his sweet time strutting out of the limo. He pushed a button under the left breast and an array of blue and green lights lit up. He then reached into his pocket, pulled out his shades, and strutted to the entrance of the party. The limo had pulled out and Fel was hoping he garnered some attention. It mostly came from party goers who were blocked by the limo. He paid them no mind.

As he strutted by the entrance however, he took note of the two colorful individuals by the venue entrance. A buff zeltron and a dude with wings. Finally. His people.

Wasting no time, he made himself known to the pair as they were talking. Getting closer, he felt a sense of ecstasy and calm towards the zeltron. He picked up a little of the conversation to insert himself in. "If you fellas ask me, I think we are the most captivating specimens at this function."

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Nos Voros
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Matthew's feathers shifted slightly, their folded edges splaying out in a gentle quiver before settling smoothly against his back. His bright cerulean gaze landed on Nos, dilating slightly as he took in the approaching stranger. Then, a small smile graced his lips.

Towering over most at a solid 7'0", Matthew had a presence that simply couldn't be ignored—especially with his vast, prismatic wings that took up a generous amount of space, forcing him to move with careful grace indoors. He smiled again, extending a hand in return, his grip bypassing the palm to clasp Nos's forearm instead. "Thank you," he said warmly. "It's an absolute pleasure to meet you. I'm Matthew."

At Nos's self-deprecating remark, Matthew's eyes brightened with a knowing glint. "Nonsense. You've got something special about you, something that makes you stand out. And that's personality. And for the record, I like you just the way you are," he added, a crooked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

A soft, protective warmth radiated from him, a sense of comfort that seemed to envelop Nos. "I was just about to grab a drink," Matthew continued, his tone inviting. "You're welcome to join me if you'd like. Good company's a rare find, and tonight it seems I'm exceptionally lucky—with quite a nice view, too," he finished, his smile deepening as he offered a sincere nod to Nos.

"I come to these things hoping for conversation worth remembering. And maybe," he adds, casting a curious glance at Nos, "someone worth remembering."

 

[Lady Sylvia Organa]

Outfit: Gown
Weapons: Minor self defense weapons

Sylvia had found herself chuckling a bit when Nos had mentioned all those who were staring. Of course, she noticed it. She always did, but she normally pretended to ignore it for his sake, knowing how much he hated the attention. "You could always just relent and admit to yourself that you look rather dashing in a suit instead of putting all the blame on the pheromones," she'd joked lightheartedly, giving his arm a squeeze and hoping to put his mind at ease a little bit. She knew how easy it was to fall for a Zeltron because of their more natural abilities, first hand in fact, but she'd spent at least twelve years building up quite an immunity to it.

That wasn't to say she didn't find him attractive, quite the opposite, in fact, but that was a different situation altogether. Even then, once she'd turned from the balconies edge and her ice blue eyes met his for the split second as she caught him watching her rather than the view, a small sheepish blush had krept onto her face. She did hope it wasn't as noticeable as she felt it was, having to turn her full attention to the two jedi to get it to drop.

"The party is lovely, and this hall is absolutely beautiful! It's so nice to get to see the progress of another planet in action!"

That hope she had to ease his mind was quickly squandered, however, when Kahlil had his attention fixed on him. As an empath, she picked up on both of their tense emotions almost immediately. The masters first followed quickly by her bodyguards. She hadn't had the chance to say anything more before he spoke,

"I apologize, Lady Sylvia, Lord and Lady Noble, I must beg my leave - I believe I spotted an old friend"

She reached out for his arm, wanting to help somehow, "Nos wait, you don't—" but he was already gone. She knew he had been lying. When they arrived, he'd spoken about just how much he didn't know anyone around and she'd had to assure him that she didn't either so they were both in the same boat of mostly unfamiliar faces. She bit her lip, having to take a quick breath before turning her attention back to Valery and Kahlil. She didn't want to draw any more attention to him than he already felt like he had, given that was such a source of alarm for him. So she smiled warmly and offered her hand to Kahlil for a quick shake, even if her eyes were unable to hide her worried sadness. The downside of wearing ones heart on their sleeve by nature.

"It was lovely to meet you and to see you both, but I had planned to introduce myself to the new Prime Minister —maybe offer future aid if ever they need it— before the night is up. I'm sure you'd like some time to yourselves as well. I want to thank you for your support in my work thus far. You and Alicio have been so wonderful to me, and I greatly appreciate it."

With that, Sylvia gave a quick bow and turned to leave. The moment she'd turned away from them, her smile dropped rather quickly, heading off to go find Nos. Her pace definitely quickened when she felt she was no longer in sight of them. The room had turned into such a sea of faces, though, that she found herself surrounded by it. She had always been more outgoing and, frankly, quite extroverted in large groups, but it had been a rather long time since she'd attended an event like this without him at her side for most of it, and she had to admit to herself that on a planet in neutral territory she felt extremely vulnerable without him. Like a lamb who'd wandered too far from home.

So much for having fun tonight ...

While she made he way towards the bar, hoping she'd find him sooner rather than later, she found herself nearly running into a young boy who couldn't be much older than fourteen. He was quite well dressed, though, and speaking to another boy that had to be about the same age, though the emotions coming off of him were irritation rather than enjoyment. "Oh, pardon me. I'm so sorry to interrupt." she spoke quickly, but with a warmth of tone that had a calming melodic quality to it. She was nothing if not regal and respectful, even in a moment of worry that she was ever thankful had not gone far enough to knock the boys water over.

She was about to go back to her search when she stopped, "Actually, have either of you seen a Zeltron wearing a suit with the Organa crest embroidered on the left shoulder?" she asked politely. Like she tended to say to others, it was always easier to ask for aid than to continue without it.

Nos Voros | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | Caelan Valoren | Thel Hahn​