Public Party Under the Dome

[Azula Tindara]

"Okay the two holding hands, Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble.Head of the Jedi. The guy is a real bastard, punched me at a Naboo Royal Gala not too long ago. Guardians of peace and justice my ass."

Azula drew close. They turned in a slow circle, side by side, as he introduced her to some of the personalities.

Azula had once spent some time hiding within the Silver Jedi Order impersonating a Jedi Master. That was before the time of the Nobles so she hoped that wouldn't turn out to be a problem.

However, news of the punching incident had her eyes go wide when she was trying to politely cover that they were talking about other people.

"Of course Persephone Dashiell came with us - unsure of the boy she is talking to, never seen him before.

"Well I hope they're ready for a touch more honesty than a political gala might be used to," Azula remarked. She liked Persie. Despite the lessons Judah was paying for, she was rather blunt.

"Now I'd like to go for a little dance soon but...why did you get punched by a jedi master?" The shock having passed, she turned Howard's him and hid her smile behind her glass.

 

[Ala Quin]

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He was a nice enough fellow, that Karl Von Strauss , but something felt a bit off. Frankly, something felt a bit off about this whole affair in general. She stepped aside to allow Von Strauss to pass, and gave him a slight tip of her head. "Another time then, Mister Von Strauss." That may have been his father's name, but he was older enough to be almost anyone's father in this place. That made him a 'mister'.

She took a deep breath, and looked about. Again, she felt that sudden feeling of being alone amongst many. She tried squishing the feeling down, but it was there, and it was almost the norm these days. How such melancholy could rare its head in such a lavish and social environ was beyond her. She was not alone, not in the slightest, and yet...had rarely felt so lonely.

With a slight tremble in her hand, that she fought to control, Ala tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear. She felt the point of her ear, and recollected a life before this appearance...when she was normal? No. Don't think like that.

With Valery and Kahlil present, and the other Jedi she was sure were here but she had not seen, Ala felt a bit surplus to supply. Instead of lingering any longer, she began to make her way to the exit.

@Open, or Exit

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tag: Persephone Dashiell

While Lysander was typically confident, he did manage to feel a speck of doubt creep into the back of his mind after asking to dance. But his smile widened slightly as she accepted his offer just after. Her taking his hand also made it feel reassuring, and he could now feel excitement within. With a gentle tug, he led her towards the dance floor, guided by the sound of music as it grew louder.

When they arrived, he turned to fully face her. He straightened up. Lysander was now prepared to guide her. “You’re right, it is a bit strange for me to be here. I don’t really know anyone either and thought it would be nice to get away from Coruscant for a couple of days. I thought you might be here too given the nature of the event, and I did enjoy getting to hang out on Challon. I hope I didn’t get you into too much trouble by sneaking away from the dig site there.”

Still holding her hand, he lifted it up slightly, feeling his thumb brush against the back of her hand while his other fingers wrapped the rest of her hand. Taking a small step forward, he then placed his other hand behind her shoulder blade for support. The Padawan was still trying to get a feel for the music. It wasn’t much different than what he was accustomed to back on Ukatis; the events there were typically lavish and geared towards wealthy nobles and other royalty, along with corporate executives, and those of high influence. "Why didn’t you want to be here?" His voice was barely audible above the music. "Did your parents force you to come?”

There was also a tinge of guilt now for having rejected Corazona von Ascania 's call. He was just trying to be funny earlier. He could have made a joke about the event with many of the Padawans he knew, but still chose her. After the dance, he would have to take a moment to return the call.

“Don’t worry if you’re unsure what to do Persephone. Just follow my lead and we can move together.”

He then initiated the graceful movements, seemingly on par with his preferred lightsaber form of Makashi. Moving with his left foot first, he would then go to the side with his right. The left followed, and he now stepped backwards with the right once more. It was like creating a box. Unsure of how she felt and how experienced she was with dancing, he decided to make conversation while the movements were still slow. "Have you been to many events like this one?"

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

Objective: BAR
Tags: Lyssara Thrynn Nora Laan
OPEN

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

Joran glanced down at the card on the bar. He noticed at a glance that this girl thought herself a captain as well. His eyes furrowed and he without an obvious look at the card tucked it away in a pocket.

It probably was not fair but Joran looked at the girl and the thought of her as a smuggler was to him, laughable. Now, he was not young and he had been doing this for quite some time so to see her, a girl who still looked like she belonged at school as a hardened captain dealing with Hutts or the Pykes, seemed outright fanciful.

"'Both, actually. I'm here to have fun and make connections. And you, darling?~'" his bar companion asked


Joran opened his mouth to answer her when out of the corner of his eye he saw that they were approached by a woman in a stunning black and gold dress.

"Prime minister!" Joran exclaimed, getting to his feet. "Lovely speech, just lovely" he greeted the woman as if she were an old familiar friend and not a complete stranger save for an acceptance speech.

Joran Del-Finn could be an intimidating man. He stood six and a half feet tall and near to three hundred pounds, though at present he was closer to a lean two-hundred sixty. The hair on his head was shaved bald down to the skin and his beard was more grey than black, a testament to his age, not many in his line of work did it for as long as him.

"I was just telling her," he gestured vaguely toward Lyssara, "I was just telling her how lucky, no, how smart the people of New Cov were to recognize just how good of a leader you will be for them, I did." He said for the very first time ever.

He spoke as though his words had to fight their way through a mouthful of bees that he was desperate to not let escape. His accent was lilting and sing-songy, often hard to understand but that never did stop him from talking.

"Drinks are complimentary, I take it," he said aloud half to the prime minister and half to the bartender, "I'll have another bourbon to go along with madam prime minister's wine." He said patting the bartender on the chest "good lad."

"Where are my manners? I swear I'd forget me own head were it not such a handsome thing to look at. My name is Captain Joran Del-Finn." He held his hand out to take the prime minister's, if she did indulge him, he would lay a gentlemanly kiss on the back of her hand, very respectful like.

"I captain The Perseverance, a wonderful ship, fast as they come, always gets the job done, yeah? I also have a shipping business. Now now now, I know you think me some right shark bastard trying to talk business wiv you so soon and not at all at a proper venue, and for that I must apologize." He nodded his head with contrition. "But I offer you a service and I just don't think it's something that should wait for you to at least hear it, no harm in listening, right?" He took a drink of his fresh bourbon.

"I move things. Here to there, there to here, fft fft fft," he made his fingers dance across the bar. "I do so quiet like. No need to bother with things like, tariffs or port fees, or regulations, legality and such can be such murky business any way. If you, prime minister or your people need something or some credits for getting rid of something, but you'd rather not the galactic alliance or the Sith or whoever it is stick their nose or fingers or any other appendage into your business, well then, make it my business."

He took another drink.

"Once again, do forgive my boldness but it strikes me that as a politician you probably spend much of your time trying to guess the intention of the person your speaking to.”

Joran took another drink and emptied yet another glass.

“No need for an answer now, love. Think it over enjoy your drink, hell, let me buy you another, we can get to know each other better, really figure out how a partnership between us could work, yeah?”

 

[Nora Laan]

​

It wasn't the greeting that caught her attention. No, it was the man that stood up as he said it. He was nearly as tall as a Wookie, yet far less hairy, which for his sake was probably a good thing. And with the size of the muscles on his upper body and arms, there was little doubt in her mind that he could bench press her easily. Perhaps even two of her at once.

The brute of a man was suave, and as he laid on the compliments on her leadership skills, well it easily reminded her of a snake oil salesman or political lobbyist. In her time as Mayor of Ilic City, Nora had come across more than a handful of those.

He was no Covie and his behavior was almost comical. She couldn't quite tell what he was pretending to be. Nora cocked her head to the side a bit, sharing with him an amused smile. "Drinks are on the house, yes. So please, enjoy yourself."

The introduction came, upon which she reached out and placed her hand into his. However instead of getting a handshake, the self proclaimed Captain greeted her as a gentleman would. That had caught her by surprise. And it made her wonder just how much he has had to drink already. Liquid courage, they call it.

Still she was all ears as he listed out his qualifications and about the kind of business that he ran, which any man that did his homework on politicians knew that such an expertise would be a valuable one. Especially in this day and age.

Nora sipped her wine as he continued his spiel. There was no sign of boredom on her face, only a sign of intrigue. "Captain Del-Finn, I must say that that is a marvelous introduction. And you are correct; a politician like me will have use for your services. But the question weighing on my mind is just how trustworthy you could be. Afterall you are speaking with a lady that is leading a world that happens to have the Galaxy's most rarest resource. I'm sure that such a hot commodity would tempt even the most honest shippers to steal. So how would a man like you put a woman like me at ease?"

Tag: Joran Del-Finn

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Wait, but what? What did he just do to me?
me? This guy, he's not just a chatterbox like I'd first suspected.
suspected at first, what a lack of delicacy, he's everything I don't like
I don't like, noisy, aggressive, too flashy and, above all, he's disrespected her several times.
times.


First of all, he didn't take her seriously for a second when I
my card when he couldn't find his. He didn't even
He didn't even read it. If the conversation goes one way, I have no interest in staying in his way.
I empty my glass with a mischievous smile, holding back my anger.
I'm holding it in because an unexpected person has just entered the room.
the Prime Minister himself has joined us. It's now or never for me
to prove myself worthy of his presence. Keep calm, keep calm.


For one thing, he's disrespecting me by not taking me seriously.
two, he's insulting me outright, knowing that I, and I alone, am the one
who took the trouble to send a datapad message to the person in question. The
to see him agitated in the presence of the Prime Minister is sweet revenge in my eyes.
I'd love to see what he's going to say to the Prime Minister's question.
I like her style, all finesse. That's politicians for you,
even if it's the first time I've seen one, nah. This is the second one.
was this galactic alliance senator that I saw with my eyes in the
the dance area.


All these jedis, these partisans having fun, everything I hate
I hate is here, but you're not here for them today.


I stand up in turn, and make a polite little curtsy to the lady
the lady who has just arrived. Oh, the Prime Minister herself? Really? Did she see my message on her datapad or was it just a coincidence?


"Congratulations for your election as Prime Minister."


I cross my arms, looking at Joran. Then I turn
to the Prime Minister. I glare at them with my usual cold stare.
I who had come to this party naively to have fun, the wheel has just turned. I'm back to the bar in a another place. I take another drink, a simple beer this time i take a Tarisian Ale the same drink i have taken at the first time.
further removed from what I was before, I really think they have no idea what it's like to upset a sith already on the edge. I've done the usual greetings, now I'm going to let this politician have some fun with this guy. I guess she and I will talk business later...

Now I too have entered into the power game of politics, and what is certain is that I do not intend to help him, I will wait, I know how to be patient and then it is not me who is panicked security just before. It comes at perfect timing. I would have hoped for a different entrance, for my arrival in this world, but it doesn't matter, remember this lesson.

Tag : Open | Joran Del-Finn | Nora Laan

 

[Tamsin Graves]

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

"If it makes you feel any better, There are at least seven systems to go through before the empire reaches New Cov. Even then, they will likely focus on expanding the entire eastern border first rather than B-line it for this place. Their fate is not yet set in stone."

That did put her mind a bit at ease, it gave this place a chance to flourish and even maybe find some allies and maybe a way out. Still, it might mean a war sometime in the future, one where she might have to make a hard choice. Still the thought of it though a long way off sent a chill through her. She had made an oath and bond in blood with Kaila, and knowing Kaila's fear of her master might not be able to make the same choice she would.

"Ah? none of the young men in suits catch your eye then?"

It wasn't worth dwelling on there would be a lot of time between now and then, also it may never be. "Well.." She said looking around at all the men and women who had gathered. Her cheeks turning bright red. "I had…well…uhhh." She didn't know what to say to that, because she never really thought about it. Yeah, she knew Kaila had suitors and special friends, but Tamsin really hadn't looked at people like that in her life. Being a slave, she had always thought it would be forced on her, and now being free she it was more about what to do with her life.

"I'm sure none of them would want to dance with me anyway." She finally stuttered out, trying not to admit to Kaila she would even know how to approach anyone without looking like a complete idiot. "Plus, if your rusty and I am a complete noob." Clearly Tamsin had been on th eholonet to much with the vocabulary she was now using. Also her being a noob wasn't exactly true Tamsin knew how to dance a little but nothing formal like this. "We can call it practice…or training."

As she said that Liin Terallo approached them again Tamsin returned a pleasant smile to Liin. "Thank you again for inviting us. This is so grand; I am amazed by it. I am doing good it is good to get out of sith space and do something besides….." She stopped herself realizing there might be people listening in. "Work." Though even that sounded a bit awkward considering this event was part of Liin's work. "So are all these people your friends and business associates?"

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"As they should know."

Kahlil only nodded once. He wanted nothing more than to shout it at the top of his lungs. If this wasn't a party to celebrate democracy on New Cov, he might've absolutely stolen the whole party just to celebrate this. For now, though, he'd only talk about it loudly for others to overhear rather than make a declaration. Not his fault if people were eavesdropping the good news.

He did pause though, glanced at the lady who approached. And frowned.

"My business hours are on Coruscant, not here. Make a proper appointment. Go put that weapon away, it has no business being here."

That was that. He wasn't about to let someone trying to play politics ruin his mood about the fantastic news of his newest child. If anything, Cora's arrival made it that much easier to move on. His expression brightened right up.

"We're having a baby!"

Valery Noble | Corazona von Ascania | Magdalena Bloodscrawl

 

[Valery Noble]

​

Outfit: Keshian Green Dress | Wedding Ring

Valery chuckled softly at Kahlil's response to the businesswoman, finding his directness fitting for the moment. As Magda was ushered away, Valery's focus shifted entirely to the familiar presence of Cora. The sight of her former Padawan, now a Jedi Knight in her own right, always brought a swell of pride and affection.

Before Valery could say much, Kahlil's voice rang out, loud and unabashed.

"We're having a baby!"

Valery laughed, her hand instinctively moving to rest over her stomach. "Let's hope it's just one this time," she teased, her amber eyes sparkling with mirth as she glanced up at Kahlil. Their daughter Vera had been a handful as a baby, and the thought of handling triplets or twins again made her chuckle.

She turned back to Cora, unable to stop beaming. "Can you believe it? Even more little Nobles running around soon." Her voice was warm, almost giddy. "And it's so good to see you, Cora. I hope you've been well," she added with a lingering smile.

Valery's gaze flicked between her husband and her former Padawan, the love she felt for both of them radiating in her expression. The joy of sharing this moment with the people she cared about most made her heart feel impossibly full.

Kahlil Noble Corazona von Ascania | open​

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

"Wrap it up, boys, let's leave the two to their party..." Magda said to her employees without missing a beat, departing with neither protest or fanfare from the two Jedi.

Their reaction was about what Magda had been expecting, based on the briefing her son had given her. These two definitely were not paying attention. And when the upper management is not paying attention, the lower ranks--though her son by this point technically outranked them even though for all they knew, he was just some no name Padawan, easily forgotten in their heroic hustle--the lower ranks are free to basically run amok, she concluded. Her own son was expecting a child, but he would never allow himself to be distracted by that fact unlike Kahlil Noble . Yet another hole in Jedi Security, their inattentiveness and lack of curiosity.

Head in the clouds. It's what cost them Tython twice... she thought as she walked away. She had been semi retired for years, and on her worst day she would NEVER have let such an ancient relic slip by with no questions...

Oh well. There were plenty of OTHER people to make business opportunities with. She knew they certainly weren't going to be thinking about anything but their child as she dug her claws into this rich, famous crowd of people with connections that echoed out into the Force.

Too human for their profession... she mused in silence as she grabbed a tasty snack off a Butler's platter, her reasoning as alien in its process as most of her kind was. This is why they always get surprised by the freaks of nature in their ranks whenever they turn up.

Magda, of course, fully included herself in the category of Freak Of Nature. And how could she not?

Slowly, the humanoid Abomination of The Light Side, something on par with an in-her-prime Syd Celsius , was getting a feel for how the NJO operated, how they reacted on an individual level to anomalies...

It would all be invaluable to her unnatural mind going forward.

Magda quickly went around looking to socialize...

OPEN

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora watched quietly as the woman Valery and Kahlil had been speaking to took her leave. She was well-dressed, appropriately so for this type of event. The blonde looked down at herself, suddenly in disdain for her Jedi robes. She never passed up an opportunity to wear a nice gown, but unforeseen circumstances had led her here.

"Oh!" Cora nearly spilled her wine from her startled gesture. "That's wonderful!"

In an instant, her sour demeanor had recalibrated into a wide grin. Children were a blessing, especially when they were born into a loving family.

"Oh, I've been well," she answered absently, adding to her mental tally of the Future Noble Basketball team. "There are, ah, many among the new crop of Padawans that would make for fine babysitters."

She sipped her wine slowly, eyes wide.

Valery Noble Kahlil Noble (shhh Lysander von Ascania )

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"Now I'd like to go for a little dance soon but...why did you get punched by a jedi master?"

"I can tell you find this amusing. Here I thought you'd be on my side"

Finishing up his whisky, Judah shrugged slightly. He still didn't have much of an answer despite Danger filling him in on what he knew. Of course he had met with Wife Noble but he wasn't sure of her account on things.

"So, I introduced myself because she was talking to Danger. Barely get my name out and I'm punched. Apparently there's another Judah thats a pervert and we look alike."

Judah set his empty glass down on a passing tray. He gently grabbed Azula Tindara 's glass and also placed it on the tray. He took her hand, leading her to the dance floor as they spoke.

"My problem with that is....don't people have an unique signature in the Force?Like in this room...you know its me, right?"

Turning to face her, one hand went on her hip, seamlessly starting to blend into the dancing throng.

 

[Azula Tindara]

"I am most certainly not on his side," she remarked. "Thoroughly bemusing, but maybe I shouldn't smile."

Her glass was set aside by Judah and she was led towards to floor. She glanced toward the Jedi Masters, now talking to a young human woman.

"Sort of," she agreed as she let herself fall into the rhythm of the music. "And if he hadn't met the other Judah or didn't know him well it would have been difficult to tell."

"But I'm sorry you got lamped for no reason. Have you spoken to him about it since? Or would you rather just enjoy our time tonight and some gentle conversation?"

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"So Jedi can't tell people apart through the Force."

Voice was monotone, as if he didn't believe her. Granted, Judah had zero idea how the Force worked. Just seemed to him if one could lift things with their mind then one could also tell two separate people apart. There was no reason to doubt Azula Tindara ,it just didn't seem like a very believable thing from his limited perspective.

"No. No desire, the burden isn't on me to resolve. Its on him. Its not like I do business with the Jedi or Galactic Alliance to make it something I have to worry about smoothing over. Different if I was actively seeking government contracts or something along those lines."

The music was classical in nature, moving in a type of waltz around the dance floor. Lucky for him, Azula was well versed in playing the game and could easily dance to the more classic of music with no difficulty.

"Just want to get through this, stop by and say hello to Director Terallo, and call it an evening."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

I hope I didn’t get you into too much trouble by sneaking away from the dig site there.

A rather loud, unladylike snort emanated from the teenager.

"Oh, nothing major. Just grounded, no allowance, no Fashion Network, extra coursework. Talks of my bodyguard droid sticking even closer on my outings. This is a droid-free outing, so small miracles. This is the first time I've been off Joiol since hanging out on Challon. I enjoyed spending the day, so good thing we had fun. Did you get in any trouble?"

Persephone was confident she wasn't going to see in the inside of a mall or be able to order from any fashion houses until well past Life Day. She was also confident Lysander von Ascania did not get in any sort of trouble for skipping the field trip. Different rules for Jedi kids.

“Don’t worry if you’re unsure what to do Persephone. Just follow my lead and we can move together.”

Ignoring his other question, Persephone nodded. There was no desire to answer, to dive deeper into her lack of desire of being at the political ball. Given she had just informed the teenage boy of her punishment, she figured Lysander would just chalk it up to her lockdown.

"We're moving in a standard box waltz. One-two-three,one-two-three. I should be good unless we happen not to sync our counting or something."

One hand rested on his shoulder, the other wrapped up in his in the standard form. Persephone didn't know much beyond the basics and hoped he wouldn't go too far off the rails.

"Tell me what you have been doing, I need a tale from the outside."

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

Objective: Bar
Tag: Nora Laan Open

She had not dismissed him outright, so that was a victory.

Even if she had only placated him his introduction and pitch with the insincere ear of a politician or worse the ear of a woman caught at the bar and desperate to escape, he would've counted it a victory, albeit one that came at a cost.

Instead she humored him. No, not humored, she actually listened to him. She listened and liked enough of what she heard to ask a follow up question, that was called a negotiation, and it was as large a victory as he could've hoped for.

"Captain Del-Finn, I must say that that is a marvelous introduction. And you are correct; a politician like me will have use for your services. But the question weighing on my mind is just how trustworthy you could be. Afterall you are speaking with a lady that is leading a world that happens to have the Galaxy's most rarest resource. I'm sure that such a hot commodity would tempt even the most honest shippers to steal. So how would a man like you put a woman like me at ease?"

"Well, another glass of wine to start wiv, I think, a light bit of music, maybe a dance yeah…yeah. Though…" he made a show of pausing to think "you strike me as a woman who might enjoy a whiskey on her off hours and a bit of trouble, I'd wager." He flashed her his most charming smile, which he had through practice came to find was pretty charming in fact.

This maybe was where he treaded over ice he had narrowly avoided not just moments earlier. She was a politician and potential client, a much needed and very important client and yet he could not help himself. Not ever.

"As for assurances, I could be offended and make some remark about my honor being impugned but you're too smart for all that, I'd wager. I will however point out to you that the woman on the dance floor being twirled in the air, off rhythm might I add, is the grandmaster of the Jedi,"

Joran knew Valery Noble from more than sight or news reports or what have you, he had once been hired by the Jedi Master to take her some place for some thing and had nearly gotten himself killed and sucked out into the vacuum of space in the process.


"So, clearly you have some right powerful friends, but of course I'm offering you a service best left off the regular books so perhaps calling the Jedi wouldn't be your first instinct,"

Joran waved the barman back over for a refill.

"Well as my dad used to say, that's what the credits are for. So, your best bet would be to compensate me to such a degree that it would be bad business for me to run off wiv your shipments. Delivery bonuses, that sort of thing, right? But that's for the data crunchers to figure out, yeah? I was just telling–"

Joran turned to where Lyssara had been but the girl was gone. Moved on to a different place at the bar. Joran's esteem of the girl fell even further. A smuggler who waited for work to find them was a hungry smuggler. Joran detested being hungry.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell Corazona von Ascania

His face shifted into a mischievous grin, finding it difficult not to laugh when he heard the response. It sounded rather absurd, especially in comparison to his own punishment.

“All of that sounds terrible. Being grounded for you is like a full time job. I guess if your stealth skills are good enough, you could still sneak away from the droid bodyguard? Or at least make it carry everything for you. I just had to perform some extra tasks within the temple and the community too because they felt like I didn’t understand the value of responsibility, or something like that. Mostly just helping others with a few simple things. It was mainly annoying because it took away some of the time I could’ve spent studying at the library.”

His movements felt fluid, and guiding Persie was effortless so far. "Well," he began, "I recently visited a place called the Shadow Temple on Kashyyyk." His voice carried a hint of awe. "I studied a new lesson under Master Caltin with some other Padawans. He’s kind of scary in his own way, but not really." The boy shook his head. "He just makes the Wookies there look small. I feel safe around him.”

He fell silent for a moment and allowed his gaze to drift across the dance floor, scanning the different couples moving about. His attention then fell to the edge of the crowd, where he instantly spotted a figure that was talking amongst two others. His eyes widened a bit. The woman had blonde hair that mirrored his own, and the Jedi robes were unmistakable. It was his sister. He could tell right away that she wasn’t here to dance; she was here for a different purpose. If he had to guess, the red liquid in her glass wasn’t fruit punch either.

He doubted she would make a scene in front of everyone. Or so he hoped.

Making another turn in the box pattern, his hand dropped to rest on Persie’s waist, and he pulled her closer. “Cora is here," he whispered. Lysander was already feeling a bit self-conscious, even though she hadn’t seen him yet.

With a grin he guided her out of the box, still in rhythm with the music, and slowly approached the space close to where his sister was standing. Deciding to add some flair to their movements, he released his hand from her waist while still holding the other. He would then spin Persie away from him.

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

Magda Crownwraithe had been busy chatting up the locals, many of whom were quite nervous about how the war was going, with people having twice failed to reclaim Tython. There were many people eager for materials. Weapons.

The trouble was finding reliable people to ship some of the more questionable stuff.

Magda headed over to the bar, spotted Joran Del-Finn , a giant mountain of muscle, talking to another about his expertise.

The voices in her head, a small army of them, urged her to go to the bar and order.

She picked tonic water with a slice of lemon on the glass as she listened to him talk at a distance. She did not dare glance his way, lest he catch on that he was being observed. She, instead, listened. So far, she liked what she was hearing. She sipped her water mildly, watching the rest of the area, considering, how, exactly, to approach Joran. It seemed rude to barge in when he was in the middle of conversation, but with the hole those two Jedi had just revealed in The Order's security, it was all the more urgent she double down on finding smuggler contacts for the rare stuff Bacta-Works needed to move...

Like guns and blasters...

There could be millions in it for him if he played ball...

When he turned to look for his associate and didn't find her, that was when she perceived an opening.

"Pardon my interruption, good sir, but I couldn't help but notice you seem to be in the market for work...and the company I represent would be very interested in acquiring your services..." Magda said, taking a very slight step forward, so as to not risk violating his or Nora Laan 's personal space...

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Datapad | nutrient tube
Tag : | Open | Nora Laan
Location : New Cov | Casino


Now that I think about it, my objective is accomplished. I've made the customary greetings to the Prime Minister, and the rest of the evening is mine. I can finally relax and enjoy the party, as one should. Certainly, I can't ignore all these luminaries flitting around, but why not do as they do and blend into the crowd? Sometimes, knowing how to stay discreet is a form of elegance. Retreat can be the wiser choice. And it's not my time to shine—at least, not yet.

I calm my aura, breathing in and out slowly. Alcohol doesn't always help keep thoughts clear… yet I take another sip of beer. My role is fulfilled, my duty done. If the Prime Minister wishes to continue the conversation, I'll gladly oblige, but for now, my glass seems like the best company. Everyone seems to orbit around her—it's impressive. I suppose I'm not much different, though I try to keep a little distance.

I stand up from the bar, glass in hand, ready to explore the other side of this evening: the slot machines. I offer the Prime Minister a courteous smile.

"Well, it's time for me to try out some of these games! Who knows, maybe luck will smile upon me! Thanks again for the drinks—they're excellent! Prime Minister, you can be proud of your reception!"

I walk confidently toward the casino. My beer intake is under control… for now. I'm walking straight, for now, too. The decor sparkles; everything seems designed to captivate and fascinate. My instinct leads me straight to the slot machines—a game of pure chance and entertainment, perfect for me tonight. With no strategy in mind, just the desire to have fun.

I sit down at a machine, insert a token, and glance around for the lever. Ah, there it is, on the right. My glass naturally finds its place in the cup holder, and my eyes fix on the glittering screen. The numbers and symbols scroll hypnotically, promising fortune… or nothing at all. No matter—tonight, I'm playing for the thrill of it.

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Sometimes, it is better to know how to step back, control yourself and come back in good conditions. I must maintain self-control. My strategy was retirement since my objective was accomplished, I placed the cards I wanted, now all I have to do is wait, being patient is one of the virtues.

Oh no, I lost at the slot machine, it tells me that I haven't won anything, well it's the first time I've played also no wonder, I insert another chip into the machine ready to do battle with this one. I take a sip of beer, pulling the lever again and laughing to myself enjoying the warm music of the place. I'm feeling good again, I like these games.

 

[Liin Terallo]

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I spend a moment in thought. Kaila had spoken of monitoring an entire Empire for treason. That is sure to be quite the task indeed. I can only hope that she does not do it alone. Even with Tamsin there to help, it is surely an enormous task. And perhaps even an overwhelming one. I had plenty on my plate leading both a major corporation and a planet, but now the latter has been passed along to someone else, giving me more time to focus on making new discoveries and inventions with biomolecules.

"I hope that this respite from your duties will be a good one. And you are most welcome. I just did not want to share in my success and this new chapter in my life without some of my most treasured associates." I do not call them my friends as of yet, for I have not quite had many of those and I would hate to be wrong in calling them that if they were not. Friends were hard to come by, most especially those that could be trusting and loyal to the friendship. I suppose one could say that I am a loner, which is more than likely the opposite of what a politician is expected to be. But it is just how it is.

I offer up a polite smile as Tamsin remarks about not having to work at this moment. "Yes, please consider yourself off duty while you are here."

As for her question on the other guests, I find myself taking a look around the hall briefly. It was a sea of faces with some of them being familiar to me. However most were not. "I do not know most of those invited here. In actual fact, there is just a small few that I know. With these types of events, it is rather common to invite dignitaries and business elites that one has never met. I am certain that there will be some inquiries into business deals amongst the guests. As well as some dancing and drinking." The drinking I am certain to accomplish tonight. The dancing part is not entirely certain. One would need to have a partner for that lest one looked like a fool.

Tags: Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves