Public Party Under the Dome

[Kahlil Noble]

Nothing else mattered now.

Kahlil blinked as he looked down to his wife. As the words registered in his ears, everything else in the room just.. Faded. It was just them now. He lifted her right up in his arms, spinning with a brought and happy laugh. It didn't matter how many times, he couldn't possibly be happier to know. "You're pregnant! We're going to be parents! I mean, again, but still!"

Should he be shouting that in a room of probably enemies? No. Was he going to anyway? Absolutely. There was nothing that mattered more to him now than celebrating this moment with his wife as he pulled her right in for a tight hug.

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Keshian Green Dress | Wedding Ring

Valery let out a surprised squeal as Kahlil’s strong hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her effortlessly off the ground. She couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bright and genuine, as he spun her around in celebration. His infectious joy brought an even wider smile to her face, her heart swelling with love for him.

“Kahlil!” she giggled, her voice filled with equal parts amusement and delight. His laughter, booming and uninhibited, echoed through the grand hall, drawing a few curious glances from the nearby crowd. But in that moment, Valery couldn’t care less. It was just the two of them, wrapped in a bubble of pure happiness.

As he slowed his spin, Valery leaned in, cupping his face with both hands. Her amber eyes shimmered with emotion, and without hesitation, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a kiss filled with all the love and excitement she felt. It was warm, tender, and unashamed, a perfect reflection of their shared joy.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested gently against his, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck in a hug. “We’re going to be parents again,” she murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly from the overwhelming emotion. “I can’t wait to go through this with you.”

She felt his arms tighten around her, holding her close as if he never wanted to let go. Valery chuckled softly, her grin growing wider as she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze again. Her lips brushed lightly against his as she whispered, teasingly, “So… are you planning to put me down anytime soon, or am I going to have to get used to floating around?”

Kahlil Noble | open​

 

[Nos Voros]

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

e."I'm flattered, hot pink." He said to Nos Voros Nos Voros . "But I just remembered there was a salon at the expo and I wanted to get a do-over. You fellas have a good night."

So much for that plan - but the core was solid. It didn't matter who it was, anybody more eye catching should serve.​

In the field being noticed was dangerous, and that brought on nerves. More anxiety, more pheromone output as a defense mechanism, more attention as a result. Nos had been caught in this cycle before.

The abnormal Zeltron furrowed his brow in thought before he found a glass of bubbling liquid handed to him by the comforting figure. A wing shielded Nos from view. The pressure Nos felt faded, instead feeling protective instinct through the empathic resonance.

"It might sound silly, but people are just people. Everyone here is probably more worried about themselves than you think. What feels like everyone's eyes on you? That's usually just in our own minds." Matthew continued, voice gentle, "You'd be surprised how little attention people actually pay. Most are wrapped up in their own worlds, barely noticing anyone else."

Nos let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding. He sipped the drink - nonalcoholic sparkling fruit juice of some sort.

“I apologize, I normally have better control over myself… thank you.” ​

Nos still felt a little shame at putting this burden on Matthew but it was perhaps the best move he could have made in retrospect.

“I know it's probably hard to imagine,” ​

Nos began, slightly self-deprecating but honestly,

“but I’ve been told as much before.”​

Frequently, by Lady Sylvia Organa in fact. But Nos received the message differently from a kind stranger than from the one he had to remain vigilant for.

“It logically makes sense but it’s so easy to forget in the moments when I most need to hear it.”​

Nos nodded along to Matthew of Valendale 's words of comfort, letting the message internalize. Posturing in a setting like this is just as important as projecting strength at a parley - or fending off larger orphans.

"By the way, have you happened to see Miss Valery Noble? I'd like to make sure she's well, if I can spot her."

Nos replied as he turned his head towards the balcony he started the evening at.

“Last I saw Valery Noble was on the balcon-”​

. "You're pregnant! We're going to be parents! I mean, again, but still!"

“Uh, right there, actually,” Nos motioned to the excited Noble pair. “She's right there.”​

Before the angelic figure has a chance to leave Nos grabs him by the wrist - quickly but not firmly.

“Matthew?”​

Nos searches for the right words but settles on:

“Thank you. Genuinely. Please do enjoy the festivities”​

Nos gives a smile that matches his emotional signal: both grateful and apologetic.

Matthew of Valendale | OPEN​

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Nos Voros ​

Matthew listened carefully, nodding softly as he let the man speak his mind. He didn't seem in any rush to interrupt the loving pair of nobles in their moment of celebration, though his focus remained on the Zeltron. Once the man calmed, Matthew folded his wing slowly and gently.

Matthew perked up, hearing—and then seeing—Valery as he listened to the fellow speak.

"Oh, why thank you… It's a little hard to bodyguard someone if you don't know where they are," he said with a joking tone, though a hint of seriousness lingered beneath it. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes briefly shifting over Kahlil and Valery. "I appreciate you pointing her out to me."

He spoke in a quiet, low tone, taking a sip of juice.

"But...I understand. It can be overwhelming, hard to figure out how to pull yourself back up or out when you get caught up in the feelings… It's certainly easier said than done. We can't always control how we feel or why… but we can choose how we respond to situations. If I may be so bold as to offer some unsolicited advice… I'd suggest that if you feel yourself getting overwhelmed, try excusing yourself. It's okay to step away and take a few minutes to regain your composure. Try washing your face in the refresher, talk to yourself in the mirror, hype yourself up. Taking care of yourself is important…"

He trailed off, slipping a hand into a small pouch on his belt, hidden beneath his cloak. From it, he pulled out a small, lustrous feather with the same prismatic opalescent sheen as those on his back, and offered the soft plume to Nos.

"Sometimes, it helps to keep a token, something to fidget with when dealing with those kinds of feelings. When you look at it, it can remind you to reset," Matthew offered, trying to think of the best way to help this poor fellow find stability within himself. He didn't seem to view this as a burden.

"Everyone gets overwhelmed now and then… there's nothing to be ashamed of," Matthew added softly. "I'm sorry you're feeling so out of sorts. And you are welcome." Reaching into a different pouch, he produced a small business card, sleek matte black with silver writing, and extended it between his fore and middle finger. "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'd be happy to lend an ear."

 

[Lady Sylvia Organa]

Outfit: Gown
Weapons: Minor self defense weapons

Sylvia dipped her head in acknowledgment of Caelan's formal greeting, though her striking blue eyes still waundered across the hall, looking to catch sight of the Zeltron man in question. She kept her warm smile spread across her face, even if it no longer completely met her eyes once the two boys confirmed that they hadn't seen Nos either. She let out a soft sigh and nodded, doing her best not to let the answer get to her.

Before she had the chance to give her gratitude and excuse herself, Caelan continued onward to ask if she had a moment to listen to him. Despite being unsettled at not having her bodyguard anywhere around, or really knowing where he'd disappeared to, her heart was quickly caught by the desperate sadness that seemed to radiate in waves off of the young boy before her. "Yes, of course I have some time."

She listened intently to everything he had to say, watching the way his hands twitched ever so slightly and the look in his eyes that accompanied the heavy emotions that seemed to go hand in hand with his words. They were emotions she had seen and felt from so many young people who'd found their way to the charities she ran on Alderaan, and her heart ached for him. "I wish I could say that this wasn't the first time I was hearing of this problem with Lazerian IV, Prince Valoren. However, I was only recently appointed to the senate. You certainly have my deepest sympathies for what's transpired," she started, reaching out to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Before we continue, I must make sure to remind you that a planet outside of the Galactic Alliance itself —even if it may be along the border— places this in a difficult matter of jurisdiction when it comes to what we can and cannot do on grounds of military assult." Though she did her absolute best to make her melodic voice as hopeful as possible, she needed to make sure he understood the reality of the roadblocks that could be faced moving forward. As desperately as she wanted to help, she knew that a full military assult on a neutral planet based solely off the brokenhearted words of a lost prince would be likely to come off as a mission of conquering rather than rescue. Moves would have to be made, knowledge gained, and support garnered before what he was directly asking for could be considered.

Thel's comment about price, though, only seemed to garner a spark of disbelief in her eyes. How could anyone think of money on the backs of the suffering of others? It was baffling to her. She had to rien back the flustered look in her eyes, not digifying such a statement with a response just yet. She could handle the topic of cost once the political logistics had been handled, and that could take some time. Putting her focus back on Caelan, she continued, "That isn't to say we can't work on something. There is always hope for those who seek it. I will have to take this to Chancellor Alicio Organa a before I can promise anything on that front, though. What I can promise you is that I will do everything within my power to make this issue known and see to it that we exhaust all avenues available to us in order to try."

With that, she reached her hand out to shake his hand, "Give my office a call, and I will set up an appointment as soon as I can. Until then, I will need you to formally compile every small detail you have about the attackers and what occurred to the best of your ability. The more information you can provide me with, the better your case will be. And you, Mr. Hahn," she turned her attention to Thel next, also extending her hand outward to shake his as well, "I assure you, it's not exactly the best buisness practice to begin with an immediate reference to expenses before any kind of plans or research have been proposed, which, as you know, a proper quote estimate would require. That's a quick way for companies to lose customers. I say this only so you do not make a similar mistake in your future endeavors," her words carried absolutely no malice, sarcasm, or cruel intent whatsoever. They bore only a compassionate warmth, her intent being purly to provide a bit of advice. "Bacta Works will likely be hearing from us in the future regarding the needs in this situation, and we can collaborate budget then. I appreciate your time now and moving forward."

Caelan Valoren | Thel Hahn​

 

[Brakkus]

Business Expo - Ando Mining Collective
Tags: Open to all
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While other guests on New Cov reveled in gambling and dancing, Brakkus, president of the Ando Mining Collective, had business on his mind. The business expo provided an ideal platform for the company to showcase its latest mining technology, with Brakkus hoping to secure lucrative contracts within the Churba System. This effort was part of his broader vision to extend the Ando Mining Collective's reach beyond the Lambda Sector and across the Mid Rim. Progress had been slow but steady, and Brakkus was confident that substantial deals lay just ahead.

The Ando Mining Collective's exhibit was grand and meticulously crafted, highlighting the company's achievements throughout its history. Live demonstrations showcased their state-of-the-art mining equipment. The exhibit's centerpiece, a massive "Behemoth" haul truck, dominated the expo's main hall, towering over other displays and drawing crowds who marveled at the vehicle's sheer scale and speculated about how it was even brought into the hall.

Amidst the demonstrations and displays, Brakkus moved through the expo largely unrecognized. His business attire blended in with that of other attendees, granting him a welcome degree of anonymity. He preferred to let his company representatives handle public interactions while he focused on finding key individuals who could facilitate valuable contracts within the system and nearby sectors.
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[Corazona von Ascania]

OPEN | Hunting Lysander von Ascania

New Cov was not a place of fond memories. The last time she'd been here, she'd left unconscious, on a Sith cruiser.

With that ordeal over, she'd intended not to leave the starport after touching down. A quick refuel, then back on her way to Coruscant. Even if the celebrations in the near distance were alluring.

Her datapad gave a soft chime, prompting her to minimize the next Lady Velvet manuscript she'd been toying with. A message from Lysander flickered into the space in front of her.

<Hey nerf herder, just thought you should know that I kinda sorta ended up going to a big party. From what I’ve gathered so far, there’s even a Sith or two in the crowd. But don’t worry, there are some Jedi present as well... I think.>

She played the message again, then again, scrutinizing the projection of the guests behind her little brother's smug face. Sith? He was playing with fire. Worry crossed her features before irritation filtered in.

Oh, that little-

It wasn't long before she was stalking through familiar streets – now jubilant and safe, in sharp contrast to the deadly scene that had played out during Nefaron's attack. She shook those images from her mind as she slipped into the dance hall, dressed in a navy Jedi tunic and dark trousers. A far cry from the usual gowns she delighted in wearing, and in sharp contrast to many of those around her who'd dressed appropriately.

Her wrist comm was held out in front of her as she tapped Lysander's contact information while scanning the crowd.

"You'd better pick up," she grumbled "if you know what's good for you."

 

[Darth Reign]

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Objective: 1
Tags: Tertius C. Nargath

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The Diarch led the way back to the bar, his eyes still constantly scanning.
He did clock a couple out on the balcony that gave him pause. If memory served, that was the Grandmaster of the Jedi Valery Noble and who he would assume was her husband Kahlil Noble , memories of their brief interaction advised Reign that perhaps best to avoid potential confrontation for the good of his hosts.

As he walked, he spoke kindly to his companion “I couldn’t agree more, as our business progresses, a line of communication to the leadership of your company will be a must.”

Reign did lock eyes with someone he met briefly in passing one Judah Dashiell , he made note to speak to the man more fully at this event.


The Diarch chuckled lightly “I wish I would have brought my security now.. there’s a few here that I dare say would love to do me harm. But I do trust that none would have the poor manners to disrespect our host.”

As they approached the bar, Reign ordered another Corellian Whiskey and turned to survey the party saying “ Karl Von Strauss , the imperial? I had no idea he was affiliated with the company, I would very much like to meet him. Your reach extends much farther than one would expect my friend”

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
EQUIP: Lightsaber
TAGS: Lady Sylvia Organa | Thel Hahn

"I'm sure we can pay for what we need, but that's not exactly help as much as it is a business transaction," Caelan said, frowning at the other youth.

Perhaps it was differences in their upbringing that made them so different. If he was approached by someone asking for aid, he would give it freely, not ask for payment. That was the way he was taught to do things by his parents, who were very much interested in helping those around them, not taking money from them as means of influence. Sure, they made money through taxation, but the primary usage of that money was to facilitate the growth of the populace, with only some going into the royal coffers. Very little actually made it into the family money vault.

He turned his attention back to Sylvia when she shook his hand.

"I would be delighted to speak with you and the Chancellor and anyone else who might be of aid to my people. I've been trying for some time, but I think my youth and the suppressed knowledge of what has happened there has made me seem not credible. I admit I get a bit worked up at times over it, but purely out of a desire to help those who have looked up to my family for thousands of years."

There definitely was a note of sadness within his words. Even now, months after what had transpired, he felt sad about the loss of his parents. He worried about his people all the time.

"I will reach out to your office immediately after this gala to schedule."

 

[Tia Windweaver]

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Tia Windweaver stepped into the dimly lit bar on New Cov, the sound of chatter and clinking glasses filling the air. Her black cloak, tattered at the edges and worn from years of travel, flowed behind her like a shadow cast from a storm. She was an enigma—her face serene, her presence calming, yet with an aura that hinted at a power far older and deeper than any star system's politics could contain.

New Cov was alive with energy tonight, the celebrations spilling from every corner of Ilic City's dome to honor their newfound democracy. Holographic banners flashed overhead, projecting the face of the elected leader as music filled the streets. The bar, nestled on the edge of the block, was a haven for both the celebratory and the weary. Among the crowd, Tia's arrival went unnoticed—yet there was something about her stillness that made the room pause for just a fraction of a second.

Her eyes scanned the room, not for danger, but for something else, something the Force whispered to her but would not yet reveal. Her hands, concealed beneath the folds of her cloak, rested lightly near the hilt of a forgotten weapon—a reminder of her past. Tia had walked many worlds, seen countless struggles, and yet, in her heart, she carried the belief that peace was not only possible, but achievable.

Tonight, the Force would lead her again.

As a man at the bar raised his glass, shouting a toast to the new era, Tia Windweaver turned, the weight of her past heavy on her shoulders but her heart still pure. She had a mission, and New Cov, for all its hopeful celebrations, would soon reveal its true test. The storm that had been brewing for years was on the horizon, and Tia could feel it in the air—though she would stand against it, her cloak as dark as the future that threatened to engulf them all.​

Tag: OPEN

 

[Thel Hahn]

"I'm sure we can pay for what we need, but that's not exactly help as much as it is a business transaction," Caelan said, frowning at the other youth.

"And you, Mr. Hahn," she turned her attention to Thel next, also extending her hand outward to shake his as well, "I assure you, it's not exactly the best buisness practice to begin with an immediate reference to expenses before any kind of plans or research have been proposed, which, as you know, a proper quote estimate would require. That's a quick way for companies to lose customers. I say this only so you do not make a similar mistake in your future endeavors," her words carried absolutely no malice, sarcasm, or cruel intent whatsoever. They bore only a compassionate warmth, her intent being purly to provide a bit of advice. "Bacta Works will likely be hearing from us in the future regarding the needs in this situation, and we can collaborate budget then. I appreciate your time now and moving forward."​

Thel wasn't all that surprised by their reactions, though he didn't fully understand why they disapproved. How could it be considered taboo to cut straight to the point, especially in a situation where time was of the essence? People were dying on Lazerian IV. They couldn't afford to wait.

"Just wanted to make it clear we aren't a charity organization," Thel said, accepting the woman's handshake. Then he turned to Caelan. Like Senator Organa, he didn't get annoyed or defensive or in any way emotional. But his tone was firm, not soft.

"Bacta Works can help your people now. We could cut a deal today and have food, medical aid, and other supplies shipped to Lazerian IV tomorrow." Rather than sympathy and a promise that the great galactic bureaucracy would help eventually, he was offering something concrete and immediate. "And," he allowed himself a small smile. "I guarantee our prices are better than the competition."

Lady Sylvia Organa Caelan Valoren​

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Persephone Dashiell
Avoiding: Corazona von Ascania

He couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth wash over him as he saw Persie’s expression. It wasn’t just the relief of having finally found her; he discovered on Challon that he actually enjoyed her company, especially since they shared a few similar interests, such as fashion and food. ”Maybe you’re just being too hard on yourself. Trust me, pink looks nice on you.”

For tonight, it felt as though he might be able to forget the weight of his training and all the expectations that came along with it. “Thank you," he said calmly, carrying a hint of surprise as well. For a moment, his gaze shifted out towards the the city. It was much different from Coruscant. “I wish I could wear outfits like this more often,” he added.

Her wrist comm was held out in front of her as she tapped Lysander's contact information while scanning the crowd.

"You'd better pick up," she grumbled "if you know what's good for you."

A hum from his small datapad broke through his thought process, and he instinctively reached into his pocket. The screen lit up to display the contact. A flicker of hesitation passed through him, but he then dismissed it and tapped the button to reject the incoming call. With a simple shake of his head, he returned his focus back to Persie with a smile. “Sorry. It’s just Cora. She worries too much.” His fingers moved across the surface to type another message.

<I’m fine. Relax.>

There was comfort in the thought that she was most likely many miles away; she wouldn't be able to sense his presence. He was also so distracted here that he didn't notice anyone familiar nearby.

As he looked around the balcony, it seemed pretty empty. “It's kind of lonely out here. Are you okay?” He couldn't help but notice the glass in her hand but tried not to make it obvious. The contents looked like it could be alcohol, but he decided not to press the issue, not wanting to upset her.

Now that Prime Minister Nora Laan’s speech was over it seemed like a few more people were moving to the dance floor.

"I haven't experienced anything like this since I left Ukatis," he started, his voice steady. “I think it'd be fun if you'd join me for this dance.” As Lysander awaited her response he extended his hand with the palm up.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

It's so boring, now he's going on about slot machines and talking rather impolitely at that. He hates slot machines because, as he says, they require no skill at all! I smile at that remark because I have no skill at gambling, so they suit me just fine. And he makes his point with conviction, then finally tells me his name. My drink arrives, and I take a sip.

'Well, that works out just fine for me. I have no knowledge of card games, so slot machines are perfect for me.'

'Lyssara Thrynn.' I give my own name in return, out of politeness. Why not, after all? He adds that he's a competitor; he's also a smuggler ship captain. I reach into my own pocket to slide my business card to him across the bar; he'll see that I, too, am a captain—and that I plan on doing business as well.

'My business card, here, if you'd like to take it.'

I take another sip of the fruit wine. It's unusual but not bad—a harmonious blend, fruity and sweet. Delicious. Definitely not to be overindulged in; this drink is deceptively strong.

As for his question about business, I think he has his answer with my business card right there. I'm not sure what kind of ship he has, but I'm not lacking with my Solar Spectre Class 0.7.

'Both, actually. I'm here to have fun and make connections. And you, darling?~'

I'm interrupted by the host's speech, addressing the crowd to introduce the new prime minister. I listen to the main holocommunication, and once he finishes his speech, I take up my glass again, taking another sip as the celebration officially begins.

Tag : Joran Del-Finn | Open | Bar

 

[Ruus Kote]

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Friendly Units:
'Mirshir'verd'jurkad'gam' and 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frames have been issued force wide.

• 3 squadrons of Busayr-class Heavy Assault Transports
  
  • Lead squadron: I'dadr squadron
• 3 squadrons of Jai'galaar-class Fighter-bombers
  
  • Lead squadron: Asmulr squadron
• 3 squadrons of Kyr'galaar-class Multi-role Fighters
  
  • Lead squadron: Kalikir squadron
• 1 squadron of Ram'ser-class Super-Heavy Bombers (Ash'amur)
• 1 Strill Securities Jurkad Verde Shere'shoy Mechanized Infantry Battalion
• 1 Strill Securities Jurkad Verde Kad b' Marev Armored Battalion
• Ruus Kote's HQ Company

Equipment

• Armor:​
  • 'Verd'jurkad'gam'​
    • Left Vambrace:​
      • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher​
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster​
  • Right Vambrace:​
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector​
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher​
      • 4x Cretanr'ika-lcass Guided Plasma Micro-missile​
      • 4x Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile​
  • Back Mount: A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon​
• Weapons:​
  • B-01M Beskad​
  • M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr (2)​
  • RP-05A Ripper Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' Short Range Optic​
  • AR-2CQB Verpine Assault Rifle w/ UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher and 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' Medium Range Optic ​
• Explosives:​
  • 3x CG-02 CryoBan Grenade​
  • 3x PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade ​
  • 2x BG-02 Baradium Grenade​
  • 2x NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade​
  • 2x AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade​
• Implants:​
  • 'Verd' Enhancement Package​
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface​

Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal
Verbor'ad ures aliit
Mhi draar baat'i meg'parjii'se
Kote lo'shebs'ul narit.

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Some would say two battalions was too much to guarantee security for an event, even for a world like New Cov. Ruus was not one of those people. Given what had happened on New Cov the last time it was attacked, the company was taking no chances with this event. Especially given who were attending. Ruus didn't know if it'd be the Jetii or the Dar'jetii that would start something, or any of the other potentially controversial figures in attendance. Wasn't his job to guess, however, just to be ready in the event that any of them did. Reminded him of something some aruetii he'd worked with had told him a while ago, "don't start something, there won't be nothing."

He'd spread his forces around both the event and the city, maintaining two strict defense lines. One, in defense of the city itself, and the other in defense of the event location. Though his forces were largely evenly spread, Aamer was handling the external perimeter, given an attack that required his expertise in blunting armored assaults was most likely to come from outside the city. Mirta and the best elements of her mechanized infantry along with some of Aamer's armor and his command company were stationed around the event. One might have questioned the need for armor to protect an event, but if there was something that working for the CIS had taught him, if you didn't bring a tank you would almost certainly need one and not have one.

Ruus pulled up the tactical map generated by the Manda and fed by the sensor suite of every single unit under his command. Their recon droids and infantry support droids were combing through the city from street level and from high above the streets respectively. His scouts zipped through the streets, making sure that they were in the best position to pick up anything the droids might have missed. Heavy weapons teams and snipers were stationed in strategic locations in both places. Inside, Mirta's elite troops walked the various locations. Not all of them had Ysalamiri packs, but a squad with ysalamiri packs was never far. There was nothing for Mirta, Aamer or him to do but to wait. Wait for this all to end peacefully, or as it usually did, for everything to go to haran in a handbasket.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Sounds like she's just protective of her baby brother."

Persephone supposed she would be like Cora one day, harassing her little 'sister' through the comm, checking up on her. Difference was there would be a much wider age gap, well over a decade. How that relationship would play out remained to be seen,but Persephone imagined she would be involved in one way or another.

“It's kind of lonely out here. Are you okay?”

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah. I don't really want to be here and I don't know anyone, so I'm just observing the crowd. People watching."

Not mentioning the alcohol, because she wasn't sure if Lysander von Ascania was going to give her a lecture or not. Sometimes it was difficult to gauge his stance on things despite them skipping class to shop at a mall. She didn't even finish half the flute anyway.

“I think it'd be fun if you'd join me for this dance.” As Lysander awaited her response he extended his hand with the palm up.

Persie blinked in surprised. She suspected Lysander could dance given his noble background and the fact he was trying to be a Jedi. She had heard fighters often took dance classes to help with movement. Much how she took ballet classes to assist in moving more gracefully.

Well manicured hand took his, accepting the invitation to dance. Her free hand set down the flute on a table, no intention on coming back to finish her drink.

"Sure, I'd love to." Surprise colored her tone. She figured they would stand around and talk, watching the adults in the room. Most boys didn't come straight out of the gate and offer to dance. They moved onto the dance floor and Persephone gave him a curious look. "I find it odd you are here."

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Oh I probably should put you down, but I can't help but want to carry you right now." If he had his way, he'd be carrying her all throughout this pregnancy now. He still held her, but did, eventually, set her down with the bright smile on his face. He didn't hesitate to kiss her either, despite his usual adversion to public displays of affection. The joy he had was just too much.

"I don't even know what to do now. How long? Did you just find out?"

Valery Noble

 

[Meleena Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: This

Armed With: herself, good looks, charm


Meleena Bloodscrawl, coded to be the "Older" Sister of Nathan Bloodscrawl, found that what her sister Melissa said about Organics, how they were easily smitten by beauty was resoundingly true.

It fascinated the custom Biot, whose Organs and Blood were styled to look like those of a human, making her, at most, come off as a extensively modified human to typical scanners. How they stumbled over themselves to talk to her, or even just to steal a glance. In the months since her initial activation, Meleena had enhanced herself further with an Adonis Biomod, bringing her to the absolute precipice of physical perfection muscle wise while still being an absolutely gorgeous, tall blonde.

Already, she had been flirted with subtly. She smiled, pretended to be oblivious to potential suitors, and continued the pattern of playful, yet tasteful teasing before excusing herself to explore the place, her enhanced ears picking up the lascivious comments about her behind her back, whispered under the breath of Men and Women alike.

She spotted her Nephew, Thel Hahn , and monitored the conversation at a distance, singling out his words. He was enterprising but aggressive. He needed to back off at this point but she refused to undermine him by interceding, for that would have just made him look weak to the ones he was speaking to as she walked through the crowds, turning heads almost involuntarily, casting a spell on whoever spotted her.

As Robert Palmer might put it, she was...

so fine there's no telling where the money went.

I mean it. Don't even try to guess where that money is.

Meleena grabbed a cocktail from the plate of a silver protocol droid, flashing it an openly flirting wink of the eye before walking through the crowd. The Protocol Droid seemed taken back by this, having never been openly flirted with before...

She went to the section where delicacies had been laid out for the guests, keeping her ear on the exchange between Thel Hahn and Lady Sylvia Organa with Caelan Valoren . Thel needed this if he was going to truly start feeling like a member of her family: He needed to be able to feel like he could represent them on his own without hand holding. She was actually quite proud of him, in truth. He was holding his ground. Any coaching or follow up could happen after they left here.

Meleena processed the room passively for potential threats in the meantime. House Bloodscrawl was always vigilant...

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Keshian Green Dress | Wedding Ring

Valery laughed softly, her arms still draped loosely around his neck even as her feet touched the ground again. She tilted her head up, amber eyes glowing with affection as she returned his kiss without hesitation. His joy was infectious, and in this moment, nothing else mattered but them.

"I found out this morning," she admitted, her voice warm and a little playful. "I was going to wait until later, maybe surprise you when we were home." Her fingers lightly brushed against his jaw, her smile softening. "But I didn't want to risk anything interrupting this. I wanted to share this moment with you right here, right now."

Her hands slid down to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat. "Seeing your reaction… it was worth it." She chuckled, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Though I think half the room knows by now," she teased, glancing around briefly before her gaze locked onto his again. "Not that I mind. You make me so happy, love."

Pulling back a little, she looked up at him with a smile that could never fade, "I do think we've drawn some attention, so let's socialize some?"

Kahlil Noble | open​

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: This

Armed With: Saberstaff (Exar Kun Length Saberstaff model, green bladed)

Current Personality: Magda Crownwraithe (See Bio)

Meleena and Thel Hahn were not the only members of the Bloodscrawl Family present.

The Sorceress of Ossus had shown as well...technically. One advantage of being a Force Spawn, a very distinct advantage, was that no two personas felt the same to another Force User. Meleena was aware of this particular face but Thel Hahn was not, though she nonetheless dressed in red as a subtle sign of her allegiance to House Bloodscrawl.

Her adopted son, Nathan, had set up this particular persona (Who had been specifically tailored to act as Nathan's mother during that super effed up phase of his life where he was basically nothing but a weapon during the Gulag era...). to recently act as the chief manager of Atomic Decoratives, so she went over, her current guise and mind completely different from her typical appearance . Magdalena had not met Thel yet. Nathan was still trying to ease Thel into the family, and didn't want to trigger the typical OMGHELLNO response most ordinary people, even occasionally those in House Io had to being in close proximity to Force Spawn and realizing it.

Thel would not see Magdalena Bloodscrawl this day.

But he would catch a glimpse of Magda Crownwraithe as the dark haired woman with a curly perm and tan skin walked over to Kahlil Noble and Valery Noble .

"Master Jedi..." she called out pleasantly as she approached Valery.

"My name is Magda Crownwraithe..." Magda said. "I'm the General Manager of Atomic Decoratives. We are a subsidiary of Bacta-Works, and have developed an interest in supplying specialized items toward the Jedi... such as advanced protection, and medicines..."

AD employees rolled in a single set of Armor in a large transparisteel box. The gold and black armor gleamed and sparkled, it's aesthetics from another era.

"A gesture of good will..." she said smoothly... "An antique weapon system created for Jedi from before the Plague..."

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Valery Noble Kahlil Noble (also Lysander von Ascania )

He sent her to voicemail. A moment later, a message popped up.

<I’m fine. Relax.>

Cora's left eye twitched. She saw red - literally, in the form of a waiter passing by with a tray of wine glasses. Deftly, she snatched one up and sipped as she tried to call Lysander again to no avail.

"That little-" Grumbling, she scanned the room until her eyes landed on a familiar sight. Not her little brother who would be getting a good talking to, but Kahlil lifting Valery in his arms, beaming.

"Masters Noble," she sidled her way over and dipped her head by way of greeting. More formal than normal given how much they were family, but she had to take their surroundings into consideration.

"A…good night, is it?" She lifted her wine glass, as if to gesture at how the pair were positively glowing.