Junction Red Red Wine | [FO] Empty Hex W of Dosuun + [CIS] Ichtor 8

[Resurgent Narrative]

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The First Order and the Confederacy of Independent Systems look to celebrate the completion of the First Order's embassy on Naboo. The completion of the embassy signifies the two nations' relations, as the CIS' embassy on Dosuun completed its construction last month. The two nations are throwing a party, more specifically a military ball on Naboo as a big thank you to their service members. Politicians and diplomats from both nations will convene privately elsewhere on Naboo to discuss various matters of interest to both the Confederacy and the First Order. The nations' two Force orders, the Knights Obsidian and the First Imperial Knights will also convene together and learn from one another. Of course, as business and political ties between both nations draw closer it is expected that not everyone will be in attendance at the military ball, and several private parties are expected to take place either on Naboo or Dosuun.​

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Diplomats and politicians from both the Confederacy and the First Order meet privately to discuss various state matters, including but not limited to trade, the state of the galaxy, and security. The diplomatic function is certainly more formal than the military ball taking place. The diplomatic meeting is to take place in the new embassy on Naboo.​

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Military personnel from both nations have the opportunity to wine and dine with one another. A military ball is being thrown as a big thank you t service members from the Confederacy and the First Order. The military ball is taking place on Naboo, not too far from where the new embassy has been completed.​

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The Knights Obsidian and the First Imperial Knights are meeting out in the countryside of Naboo. It is expected that the two Force orders will exchange knowledge and perhaps teach other techniques unique to either group. ​

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Bring your own objective! Party, drink, dance, talk about politics, or don't - have a great time!​

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[Delilah Graham]

B R I C K by B R I C K​

Delilah Graham had never been to Naboo before, though she had always wanted to see it. She had heard tell of its beauty, both natural and architectural, and on both scores the stories had undersold the reality. She hadn't seen much of Naboo outside of Theed, but what she did see was lush and verdant, often pastoral but always beautiful. And the design of the city of Theed was astonishingly beautiful. The architectural style felt simultaneously familial to Avalonia and yet entirely foreign, like distant cousins. There was a certain respect for history, for tradition, for classical style that was shared between the two styles. It felt almost like home here, Delilah mused as her car eased to a halt at the entrance to the embassy.

She quickly emerged from the car, smoothing the fabric of her black dress (a Blue Lotus original) with gloved hands before mounting the stairs towards the entryway. The First Order's Home Secretary paused at the top to be photographed by members of the political press and interviewed briefly. She parroted the company line beautifully: "This new embassy is an investment in the relationship between the First Order and our neighbors in the Confederacy of Independent Systems. It is my hope and my belief that this is merely the first magnificent step in a friendly relationship between our two peoples."

Duty completed, she proceeded into the embassy proper, where she was greeted by the Deputy Chief of Mission. "Good evening, Moff Graham. Welcome to Naboo."

"Delightful," said Delilah pleasantly. "How is it all going?"

He guided her the vestibule into the magnificent lobby which was done up for the reception, explaining the logistical difficulties of something of this magnitude. Delilah provided a sympathetic ear but nothing more; none of what he was saying was her responsibility. This was the Foreign Office's show, which still reported up to the Grand Moff. Stil, the embassy looked amazing. "For all the challenges," Delilah said pleasantly, "you've done a remarkable job. It's beautiful. Now where can I get a drink?"

They went to the broad bar, staffed by several bartenders along its length, and joined one of the small queues. Delilah ordered herself a Boulevardier. Drinks in hand, Delilah clinked her glass against the Deputy Chief of Mission's glass and wished him well, then excused herself to mingle with the others who had already arrived. The formal meeting would start soon, but there was still time to schmooze.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Part of what had sold the boy on helping to finance the Resistance against the original First Order had been the lack of Free Trade.

The government of Supreme Leader Sieger Ren had followed the trend of so many Imperial governments before it. State ownership or control of national corporations, and the promulgation of economic policies that kept foreign companies away. At the same time, the embargo against the Kathol Republic and Outer Planets Alliance had interfered with free trade between the Core Worlds and the Outer Rim.

For someone operating an interstellar corporation that extended throughout the southern systems, there was simply no way for the two to coexist.

Enter the government of Natasi Fortan and now the First Order was advocating for ORFTA -- the Outer Rim Free Trade Agreement -- and the situation was reversed. Now, not only did Sor-Jan see the First Order as a potential ally, but in all honesty, he needed this deal to go off without a hitch. With the continued growth and expansion of Confederate space, the available commercial traffic lanes to the Outer Rim were largely subject to the Confederacy First restriction that had been put into place.

While nominally inobtrusive in nature, further normalizing trade in or through Confederate space to the First Order and other far-flung sectors of space was of vital interest to the Corellia Digital Corporation.

And one could always count on a businessman to act in their own interests. Sor-Jan had seen to it that the regional managers in the First Order district had schmoozed with the moffs that needed schmoozing. And, likewise, with the Confederates, there were a number of viceroys that he hoped to have an opportunity to speak with.

Would Srina Talon be attending? Good relations with the Confederates was just good business, but Srina in particular seemed like good people as well.

So, there he was. A little out of place for how old he looked, surveying the room and trying to get a feel for how the evening was going to go.

If ORFTA succeeded, then this could open new ports across the Outer Rim. And, in Sor-Jan's opinion, that was money in everyone's pocket. Which meant, job creation, profit reports, dividends, and a good quarter. If not a good year.

Happy shareholder. Happy life, right?

 

[Kiff Brayde]

G A L A

Tag: Srina Talon | CIS & FO | OPEN

Theed, Naboo.

When it came to parties, if you had to ask Kiff's opinion on the matter of things, then Naboo was certaintly not the place to host one if you wanted it to be fun. Sure, the ancient and austere architecture contributed to the decorum and formal atmosphere, but at the end of the day Kiff would choose a nightclub rager over a formal suit-and-gown ball every single time. But then again, it was obvious that no one asked Kiff's opinion about these things -- such matters were unfortunately, for the most part, squarely out of the hands of the Ministry of War.

He felt out of place in a dress uniform, but that didn't infect his usual mannerisms; he still carried himself with his usual roguish mannerisms, exacerbated by his position as Minister of War. He was no longer a mere, though attractive, High Marshal from the far-flung galactic north of the Confederacy, but the Minister of War, heartthrob and recently the source of much consternation among those Kiff collectively dubbed as the Military elite. There had been a number of high profile resignations in the aftermath of his appointment, and for the most part Kiff had let them go; it was almost a bonus, because Ministry policy dictated a much heavier severance package for those fired versus those who chose to leave of their own will. But there had been one resignation that Kiff did regret -- the former Grand Marshal of the Dauntless, Luna Terrik. Unlike her peers on the sparsely-populated High Command, Kiff had genuine respect for the fighter, and her resignation was a true loss; and although he didn't admit it publicly, he'd confided in to his close friends that he'd expected Terrik to receive the promotion over him.

But there was little time to dwell on regrets, or the lack thereof. The peace that had been brought to the galaxy by the Confederacy was unraveling, at an accelerating pace. The Tingle Arm and surrounding regions had been embroiled in the Sith-Imperial conflict for years now, and more and more nations were joining the fight -- the Galactic Alliance and Silver Jedi Order taking the fight to the Sith, while the Sith Empire itself had schismed twice over. The Confederacy found them fighting on both sides due to conflicting defense pacts -- another oversight that unfortunately fell outside the Ministry's range of influence as well -- and all the while, the Bryn'adul continued on their genocide campaign, drawing closer and closer to the Core.

In a galaxy torn by Conflict, the Southern Systems and Western Reaches had oddly been a source of peaceful complacency. The Confederacy had quickly expanded into territory left over by the sudden vacuum created by the dissolution of the Outer Planets Alliance, which itself had a tenuous control on the star systems within its grasp. CIS forces had brought order and prosperity to what had been a lawless frontier, likely to the chagrin of spacers and smugglers, but the civilians and billions of honest working beings had welcomed the Confederacy to their worlds. And for the Confederacy's part, the relations with the two neighboring powers had remained peaceful; with the Eternal Empire, the Confederacy maintained its standard policy of neutrality, while more amicable relations had been cemented with the First Order, culminating in the event they were now all celebrating: the founding of the First Order Embassy on the Confederacy capital.

All of these events had led to Kiff being at the glamorously-decorated bar of the gala, attended by chrome-plated serving droids while beings from the highest social stratas of the Confederacy and First Order intermingled. It wasn't his first choice of compatriots, but it could be much, much worse. "A Port-in-a-Storm, straight up," Kiff ordered, rapping on the bar in common fashion. A serving droid responded with brief binary blips and beeps before acknowledging the order in basic. "At our pleasure, Minister," the droid responded in monotone, having likely scanned Kiff's rank bar. He sighed, although only in his mind. It wouldn't be proper of his station to be discontent when guests were present, no?
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[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Varick Lechner | Lunara Azure | Palm-Imer | Kurenai Yumi | Raz Asai'il | Eenia Vahn | Cord Starfall | Axile Volzap | Luca Ioneşti | Matma Bernu | Firenne Van-Derveld | Resurgent Narrative | Open

Today was supposed to be a glorious day. The First Order and the Confederacy of Independent Systems had agreed to terms which would open up trade between their nations, and as such a new embassy was now open on the world of Naboo, the Confederate capitol. For Gerwald it was an interesting day. The Knights Obsidian had never run joint training operations with any other force order prior to this, as far as Gerwald knew, and the lupine had questions in his mind as to whether the day would prove fruitful. Seeing as how the Knights Obsidian welcomed all there was potential that some of their methods would not sit well with the Imperial Knights of the First Order.

Gerwald had one saving grace among all his doubts. @Varick Lecher, his older brother, commanded the Imperial Knights which would be joining them. Today would work if only for the fact the brothers would make it so, even if their competitive natures would come out. The day was young, so anything was possible.

The lupine stood in the open forest, a clearing which formed what seemed like a natural training arena for those who would attend. His attire was simple and loose fitting to keep him from being hindered as he moved. The black fabric would also breathe well, allowing the lupine to be comfortable as the day lingered on. A smirk pulled at his face, thinking about those that would find themselves stuck in suits, uniforms, and uncomfortable dresses. The military ball was one that as Lord Commander he should have possibly made an appearance at, but the woods were far more desirous to the wolf.

His eyes settled on his squire, Palm-Imer as he waited for the rest to arrive. Naboo sweet memories. Their first meeting had been in a makeshift training room where the lupine assessed the geminaie’s ability in the force. She was strong and capable, though he had learned the ways she limited herself because of the philosophy she had chosen to believe. It had taken some time, but Palm now followed the ways of the Knights Obsidian, and like Gerwald, found herself among the Acanthus chapter, neutral, but controlling a darkness that both had learned to embrace. His promise to teach her had been kept. There was one more vow he had made to the woman that needed to be kept. Her connection to the force would be restored.

There was another Gerwald was expecting, a friend with whom he held a peculiar relationship. Lunara Azure teased him like a friend, made fun of his faults like only family could, and listened to his troubles as a trusted counselor. The Ice Princess was not a combatant, but her mastery of the force was undisputed. The elements bent to her will, and the blonde was particularly skilled with ice. Often Gerwald found himself debating at which she had mastered more, the element of her choosing or the witty banter which flowed eloquently from her tongue.

More Knights had been invited as well, and Gerwald hoped they would come. One thing he dreaded was his brother showing up with a larger contingent and rubbing it in. They were a competitive lot, but it also highlighted the truth Gerwald had to face. Rebuilding the Knights Obsidian was the most important task he had inherited from the previous Lord Commander.

“Do your best today,” Gerwald spoke to his squire before the others began to arrive. “I wish my promise to you was fulfilled so others could see your talent with the force. Though I know you will impress in other ways.”

Gerwald smiled as he let his presence brush against her mind through the force. It had become a habit, and the need to know his squire was near, even if she refused to allow herself to touch the force for now, was constant. The bond they shared still confused him. There was only one to whom he held a deeper bond, and that was Naedira Darcrath . The ring which hung around his neck and laid against his chest passed through his fingers and Gerwald played with it absentmindedly. It was another habit, once which Palm had witnessed far too many times, and one that Lunara knew for herself only too well.

Naboo had been Naedira’s home, and Gerwald could not help but think she should have been here for this training. She had missed the coronation, and now she had missed this. The wolf sighed as he let the ring drop back to his chest.

“Also, you will meet my brother today. Do not inquire of our sister if you decide to make small talk. The subject still pains him greatly.”
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[Draconis Sederius Wolf]

Location: Theed Embassy, Diplomatic Event
Dress Attire: Fully Military Dress Uniform
Objective: Represent the people of Surric and exalt the glorious Confederacy and their friends!
Tags: Sor-Jan Xantha, Delilah Graham, open

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Draconis would arrive to the embassy in his mostly unnotably plain air speeder. So plain in fact that someone was about to approach and tell the driver that they weren't allowed to park there as the doors opened and Draconis stepped outside. When he finally stood up to full height and his two much smaller attaches disembarked behind him, the guard would snap a quick salute apparently recognizing him from his days in the CAF.

"Sir! Welcome to the Theed Embassy!"

Draconis would look about seeing the party was getting started and looked at his watch, before speaking.

"Good heavens we aren't late are we? It would be bad form for my first meeting with foreign dignitaries to be late to our very own party,"

"No sir, you are right on time, please this way,"

Draconis breathed a sigh of relief as the driver of the speeder would press a button to close the automatic doors before taking off. His Navy Blue uniform with gold accents catching the various lights and shining brilliantly, he looked like he should have been at the military ball. Especially with his two attaches in similar looking uniforms, however where his uniform had a screaming eagle clutching arrows and an olive branch, their uniforms simply bore two connected gold bars on their shoulders. As they stepped in, the place looked lively Draconis having been to Theed on multiple occasions as his duty as Viceroy to the Surric System meant he was in the representative's chambers quite often nowadays.

As much as he hated dealing with the stupidity that was politics.

However as he stepped through he noted the various delegates as they were coming in, seeing various members of both states and even noting there was what appeared to be a child in attendance. Good heavens he hoped the boy hadn't lost his parents nearby! He would speak to his two aides softly just out of earshot.

"Go ahead and enjoy yourselves tonight gentlemen, there shouldn't be any need of protective services here,"

"In a veritable snakes' den of politicians and bureaucrats? That's laughable sir, we'll have a little fun but don't expect us to relax because the promise of security was made," The one on his left would retort in a whisper, as they had been his protective detail since his appointment as a Viceroy-Elect. They'd seen the stupidity of other politicians firsthand, and while the Viceroy wasn't defenseless, his safety was their concern.

"Fine then," Draconis sighed.

He would first go over to the smaller looking child, standing over the boy with his no-doubt impressive figure and his booming voice would start with a hearty chuckle.

"Hohoho why hello there my little friend! My name is Draconis Sederius Wolf, Viceroy of the Surric System of our glorious Confederacy! What's your name? I am quite pleased to make your acquaintance and wish to welcome you to the absolutely beautiful and wonderous planet of Theed and our embassy!"

His jovial tone and absolutely beaming nature would be quite apparent that he was a genuine heartfelt person. His raised arms, his shining head with single curl of blonde hair, he was absolutely exuding positive energy and a love for all. His two aides would silently face palm as Draconis would make his presence quite known to everyone here with such a booming laugh and loud introduction.

 

[Isobel Nakano]

I N C A N D E S C E N S E
[THEME]|[OUTFIT]

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Ostensibly, Isobel Nakano's presence at the First Order's embassy on Naboo was multi-purpose. She was, publicly, a reasonably high-profile businesswoman with Blue Lotus, a fashion house notable among the wealthy and well-connected in the First Order. It would make sense for her to be present to seek patronage and business contacts in the newly-opened Confederacy markets. She was also a senior agent in the First Order intelligence apparatus, assigned to the Strategic Operations Executive, which gave her presence another clandestine role: security and subterfuge if necessary.

But that wasn't why she was here, precisely. She was there to have a frank conversation with her onetime mentor, friend, and handler.

Once she was through the security checkpoint, Isobel spotted Delilah Graham meandering across the lobby from the bar. She smoothed the crimson fabric of her evening gown and, after a deep breath, set out across the lobby on a path to intercept. She tried to ignore the weight of the FO-SUSPCT tucked into the lace top of her stockings, doubling as a holster. It was six-to-five and pick'em whether she would use the thing, but it was nice to have it anyway.

Good to have options.

"Delilah," she called softly once they were within earshot of each other. She accelerated her steps to match pace with the Home Secretary. "How fortunate to cross your path. I've had such a hard time getting an appointment when I've been on the capital." Isobel smiled serenely, not showing all her teeth. Not yet. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since... must be Terminus, right?"

 

[Axile Volzap]

Technically Axile was a diplomat. A minor one, at that. With no experience on his resume. You see the latest inductee to the Obsidian Order had mixed his studies to become a diplomat for Naboo. A very lucrative position that could set you up for life if your career went well, and if you were good enough at the job. Of course there were the strains of the position. Dealing with politics- particularly those on the galactic stage- could often induce a state of stress or anxiety especially when it came to matters of war, or economics. But as Axile reminded himself the position was well worth the rewards it brought.

He had only begun his career in the Confederacy recently. As a member of the Obsidian Order he, of course, had other duties that would need attending too later on. But today he was proud to be a representative of Naboo. He held no influence or political sway... yet; and if it came to a discussion about politics, economics or trade he would then his opponent would find himself having a very poor conversation. It would take some time to understand the finer things in the upper echelons of Naboo or even that of the Confederacy for him to be considered up to date with the finer points.

He would do well not to confess to anyone today that he had only recently learned of the passing of the two Nabooian Queens after attending the thirds coronation ceremony recently. Axile wouldn't want anyone to think that he wasn't up to the job!

The pale Nabooian made his way through the streets of Theed by foot. He held no vehicle or even a form of personal transportation off-world. He relied on public services, or Confederacy ships that were making their routes system to system at the moment. Perhaps this would be an occasion for him to acquire some wealth- perhaps even a vehicle or shuttle for personal use- and at the very least the means to meet allies both in the Confederacy and the First Order. A chance to learn who the First Order were; and their pact with the Confederacy; and their intentions for Naboo.

For Axile's home was a world that held the status of the Confederacy's Capital. It also held one of the Galaxies greatest stockpiles of plasma: a renewable source of energy that Empires (or Confederacy's) would need to sustain itself. These things were some of the avenues Axile could used to help exploit some of that political sway, or wealth, or that vehicle or shuttle he had been thinking of as he made his way to the new embassy.

It did not take him long to find it. Others had already convened for celebrations. This wasn't the first one he had attended since joining the Obsidian Order, neither.

The Confederacy did like to party.

 

[Delilah Graham]

B R I C K by B R I C K​

Delilah felt herself tense as she heard a familiar voice behind her. She slowed, hastily arranging her features into a pleasant smile, and turned as Isobel approached. "Isobel," she enthused breathily, leaning forward to exchange cheek-kisses with the other woman. "We were so pleased you could come. One of the most influential fashion houses in the First Order is bound to make a splash in the Confederacy. I'm sure you're aware that the women in this part of the galaxy have credits to spend on dresses."

When Isobel mentioned being unable to find time on her schedule to meet, Delilah had the good graces to look apologetic. "Yes, it's been rather chaotic lately with the new Pax Imperialis plans and initiatives." She smiled broadly. "Besides, I thought you were on holiday. After Terminus, I'd have thought you would need to focus on recuperating."

Terminus, where Isobel had gone more or less rogue in pursuit of Cierrol Harlow and nearly killed them both crashing her speeder into his and taking the whole circus into a collision with a building. It was not one of Isobel's more graceful moments, but since it had resulted in the successful collar of Harlow, that was all the better. Somehow, Delilah thought, this illusive meeting was about what had happened to Harlow after Terminus. She took a sip of her drink. "But I'm sure once this event is over I'll be able to pencil you in."

Isobel Nakano

 

[Cord Starfall]

Tags: Gerwald Lechner | Palm-Imer | Varick Lechner | Lunara Azure | Kurenai Yumi | Raz Asai'il | Eenia Vahn | Axile Volzap | Luca Ioneşti | Matma Bernu | Firenne Van-Derveld | Resurgent Narrative

Equipment: Sith Mask | Light Sith Armor | Sith Battle Skirt | Green Long coat | Solar | Fiend | X2 DL-44 heavy blaster pistols | Stun gauntlets

Her orange eyes scanned the forest from behind her silver and purple mask with ancient Sith writing on it in gold. It listed the sins of the monster that hide its face behind the mask, a reminder that one may rise above there past action but there past should never be forgotten. Among the thousand and one sins etched upon the mask was also mention of her legacy she was one of the descendants of Ice and one of the Wolves of the Howling Crags clan of Dathomir. Her name among the sith was Darth Sekhmet however she had turned her back on both Jedi and Sith both had failed her. She had forged her own path becoming the Pirate Queen and a Lord Marshal in the Knight Obsidian.


How she had risen through their ranks so fast was beyond her, she barely knew anyone in the order itself. Perhaps they had just been that desperate after losing many of there order in an incident she still did not fully understand. In any case she now found herself in the forest of Naboo meeting up with these strangers she called allies. She had her green weighted long coat on hood up but open the front revealing her light sith battle armor and battle skirt. At her side hung her sith swords unlike most force users Cord had long ago forsaken light sabers having thrown hers into the oceans on Drexel when she chose to turn against both Jedi and Sith.


As she made her way to meeting with the rest of the Obsedian Knights she did nothing to hide the permanent darkside taint on her soul. It was a deep wound she could never cleanse of heal a scar of both her cruel past and being hit by direct energy from a darkside nexus. Choosing not to hide it she was a beacon for anyone sensing the force in the area. It was not long, and she found herself among the firsts to arrive.


Her orange eyes peered out through her mask at those who had already arrived. She smelled the air around her under her mask she smirked a bit. The open fresh air was good but a memory spark in her mind of her grandfather Blade Ice saying to her. “Cordilla it is beautiful out here, but the view is ruined by the smell of wet dog.” Her grandfather had a long a storied history with Lupines one could call it unhealthy obsession. Cord new there was one around and as she scanned the area her eyes landed on Gerwald Lechner next to him stood a young woman Palm-Imer the two made an interesting pairing.


Though Cord had as of yet met Gerwald she did know of him by name and that he was the Lord Commander of the order. It was no time like the present to make introductions, Cord figured as she made her war clad self over to his vicinity. As made her way she slid back the hood of her coat and began removing the mask from her face her long black hair flowing out unto her shoulders and her orange glowing eyes flashing with determination step after step.


She stood before Gerwald bowing her head in greeting to both him and Palm. “Lord Commander, I’m Cord Starfall.” He voice was silvery and her demeanor was straight forward and firm. Though in the back her mind she head her grandfathers voice “Never kneel, never put yourself beneath another’s boot and always remember Bite the Lupine before it bites you.” She gave Gerwald a smile and tried not to laugh at the comments from her grandfather going on in her head.

 

[Aithche Wierz]

Aithche detested social events and she hated dressing up even more. The prospect of a diplomatic function at an embassy filled her more with dread than storming a Trandoshan trench with grenades and shock mauls. Still, here she was, subject to the requirements of the service. Every embassy had some amount of cloak and dagger work going on behind the scenes. Naturally she didn't merit even a secretarial position. Attaché, assistant attaché no less. Part of her rankled at the lowly rank but on the plus side it did give her time to do work even if it meant being at the beck and call of most dignatories at an event like this.

She could recognise a few of the players from her side. The labyrinthian dimensions of the First Order's intelligence apparatus didn't stop you from remembering faces. Delilah Graham was probably here in some official function but she didn't recognise the woman she was talking to. Could be FOSB, SOE, military intelligence, there were far too many options.

Her attention turned to the CIS contingent. Some faces she could remember from briefing files, others she didn't know. Like most raised out on the frontier, Aithche had a bit of a dismissive air to those from closer to the Core. They were soft, they hadn't had the same struggles like those in the Outer Rim had had. Part of it was probably envy, the CIS were a major territorial power and could call on resources the First Order could only dream of. Not quite allies but not quite enemies either. Aithche reminded herself that healthy paranoia was the only reason the First Order still existed.

"A drink" she ordered, jabbing her finger at the one she wanted before turning her back on the barman. Just the one. Something to settle the nerves and quell any of the shakes. She wasn't on probation yet but getting horrendously drunk at a diplomatic function could guarantee that. Especially something that was clearly intended to bring the two powers closer together. Hers not to reason why, the higher ups moved on a different plane of existence from lesser mortals.

The drink's fire warmed her and did a bit to calm her growing unease.

 

[Srina Talon]

N A B O O
Tag: Kiff Brayde + [OPEN]
Location: Dance Floor
Dressed in: Silver
What Are You Doing: Ensuring things are running smoothly. Now, getting water from the bar.
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An embassy promised; an embassy delivered.

Srina could recall the rather rocky meeting that the Confederacy had first attended in regards to the formal nature of their relationship with the First Order. She had been on dozens of diplomatic ventures in the past decade. The minutia had started to fade as it always did, however, there was a singular theme that would keep her guard raised throughout the festivities. They were not yet trusted by the resurgent nation. It was of no surprise. It was to be expected. Beyond that—It was what made events such as these so important. If they wished for peaceful, profitable relations to continue, there was a modicum of good faith required.

That meant existing in the same space and managing not to slaughter each other.

The pale Exarch had yet to decide where to spend her time. Though she could play the part in pristine clothing that had been chosen for her, truly, she was not the diplomatic savant that advisors might wish her to be. The Vicelord had placed his faith within her since the day they’d first crossed paths so many years ago on Coruscant. She performed, as required, but John Locke was much better at making deals than she was. Srina was a warrior. She was more comfortable with the notion of fighting fiends that lived in the dark versus navigating smiling political assemblies that tended to lie through pearly white teeth.

She knew how to tame monstrous beasts. People, were different. Complicated.

Thusly her weapons were absent and instead she had donned attire that would present her station and intent. A combination of unassuming silvery general-textile cloth and the lightest, most inconspicuous, armor-weave possible. Enough fabric to seem non-threatening, however, enough resistant fibers to ensure basic protection. The style would let her move through different venues of the function without seeming out of place in any area. At the very least it seemed to adhere to her nature and personality. Quiet and severe.

The slender woman would opt for continued amity; however, the Exarch was ready for all things. There was no choice in the matter. Meticulous pacing and inspection of the grounds in the last few weeks had given way to some level of surety that the First Order would be pleased with their accommodations. Srina had been removed from choosing decorations due to her rather spartan views, though, even she could admit that the designated areas were pleasing to the eye. Not too opulent, nor too dull.

Had the Exarch realized that there was a witty, formidable, and familiar entrepreneur (Sor-Jan Xantha) looking for her among the diplomatic setting she might have begun there. She had passed through many trials and tribulations since he had last graced the space the Confederacy occupied, but she would have remembered him. The seemingly young lad was small, but not to be underestimated. He packed more intellect into his smallest finger than most did throughout their whole body.

She twisted the golden ring that sat snug on her left hand. Maliphant was on the other end of it. Somewhere. Fighting? She couldn’t quite tell, though, he had occupied a large portion of her mind as of late. He was growing more and more entrenched with the Worm Emperor and despite certain promises and declarations…She feared losing him completely. Their nations had the wrong friends.

The wrong ideals. They did not mesh, so it seemed, on any level. Worrisome.

White hair drifted behind her like shifting beams of light as she approached the bar that was in full swing for the Military Ball. The servers were moving through guests at such a rapid rate that Srina was gladdened most of their waitstaff were of the droid variety. Off-handedly she wondered if Ariel Yvarro, Renata Westaway, or even Kurayami Bloodborn might be in attendance. At least, they were familiar faces. “Water, please.”, she intoned with a raised hand when they finished serving none other than the newly minted Minister of War, Kiff Brayde .

He was a scoundrel no longer. It was time to put away childish things, grievances, and all that would follow one so young from those that had been passed over. The Echani accepted her beverage with a faint nod of her head and turned toward their youngest Minister. Silvery eyes swept across his uniform without forgiveness and he would feel gladdened, truly, if he had taken the time to press and steam it.

She would see every flaw.

“Should you not be mingling, Minister?”

There were many of the First Order that he ought to meet, given, the current circumstances. His name was one that would need to be known. The only way that would happen would be if he presented himself properly and rubbed elbows when he had the chance. He needn’t impress her.

He already had the job.

It was the rest of the galaxy, their guests, that could use reassurances from a respectful up-and-coming youth.

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

Location: Outside the Main Embassy
Tag: Duckie Talon | [OPEN]​

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They weren’t supposed to be here.​

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Silver tipped rabbit ears poked up above the ledge of transparisteel windows. BNI-Bella tried to pull her ears down at the last moment but it was already too late. Drat. She blue-hued rabbit droid placed tiny paws on the edge and tried to pull her chassis up so that she could see better and it only led to little legs dangling while she tried to scurry up. “Oh no, oh no—”​

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T H U D ​

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BNI-Bella’s singular photoreceptor blinked while she reached back to rub non-existent pain out her posterior. Mostly, she was concerned that her freshly buffed bod had gotten scuffed in the garden. Both automatons had done their best to appear presentable should the Mistress catch them. They wanted to set forth a good example too. Obviously, they were perfect ambassadors for the Order of Firsts.​

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“It’s the First Order Bel.”​

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“No it isn’t—They disbanded and stay out of my data stream, grumpy. It’s the Order of Firsts.”​

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“No. I promise you – It’s the First Order.”​

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“Order. Of. Firsts.”​

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BNI-Leo drew a deep fake breath gave an exaggerated airless sigh while he pointed toward a holo-announcement signaling the opening of a spacious and rather grand diplomatic building they were currently trying to break into. “See? First Order, Bel.”​

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“…Well they’re wrong too.”​

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Stubby, fat metallic arms, crossed against her chassis while servos whined a little bit. The smaller rabbit went quiet for a moment while she tried to think of another way to get into the party. The Mistress would not be pleased with them if she saw them, so it was best that she did not see. It had been discovered with Amelia von Sorenn that if they held very, very still…They were not invisible. They were getting the hand of the camouflage though. “What are we gonna do?”​

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BNI-Leo reached up and pulled on his ears in aggravation and looked up at the blue sky.​

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“I don’t know yet, let me think Ninety. This place is a fortress.”​

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[Duckie Talon]

Location: Outside the Main Embassy
Tagging: BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo

If there was a party, a gathering of any kind then it was a chance for the enemies of the Confederacy to gather, to plot and work their wiles in the shadows to bring chaos and ruination to the galaxy. No worse enemies, no worse fiends exists than the worms and their never-ending plot to spread their evil ways across the face of the galaxy. Duckie had made a vow, to hunt down the worms and their agents, wherever they might be, whatever mischief they would get into. The Quacklord would find them and root them out.

If there was any justice in the world that would have been the moment the wind picked up, blowing leaves in the background as the tiny yellow duckling struck a pose. Sadly, what force gods existed failed to heed his silent pleas and the duckling waddled out of the shadows without the heroes entrance he'd been hoping for.

Nevermind, he was here for one purpose and one purpose only to find the agents of the worms and...that looked tasty.

He'd tried bless him, but the duckling's focus and attention was dragged away from his task by a bug buzzing through the air, stubby webbed feet pounding along the sidewalk as he hopped into the air, wings flapping against his sides as he tried to climb just that little higher, beak snapping shut as the bug buzzed merrily away and the duckling went tumbling head over feet. He swore he could hear the laughter of that big as it buzzed away leaving him rolling down the street towards the wall. Beady black eyes squeezed shut as the duckling braced himself. foor impact, a folorn sound slipping from his beak.

"Quack"

 

[Axile Volzap]

As Axile entered the embassy he noted that he didn't recognize a single person there. That was to be expected, of course. The Confederacy was a large entity which consisted of hundreds- if not thousands- of operatives which ranged from minor diplomats (like himself) up to the likes of the Lord Commander who presided over the Obisidan Order itself. He didn't see anyone from the recent meetings at Voltan or Apatros yet. But perhaps he would recognize a face soon.

He followed Aithche Wierz to the bar. It seemed like a good place to find people and make introductions. Plus a nice glass of Gizer Ale wouldn't hurt. It was his favourite drink. A green liquid which tasted like an assortment of candy. A sweet taste which was followed by the bitterness of it's alcoholic substances. It was a good drink or at least that was his opinion on it. So as he approached the bar he waited for the bartender to finish making Aithche's drink and when he was done serving her did Axile speak up: "Gizer Ale, please. No ice."

The man turned to make the drink. As he begun pouring it from one of the nearby taps Axile turned his gaze to the woman near him. He asked: "Confederacy or First Order?"

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

Location: Outside the Main Embassy
Tag: Duckie Talon | [OPEN]​

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“Quack”​

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BNI-Leo froze mid-motion.​

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No. Friggen. Way.​

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The slightly larger red-hued rabbit turned a pretty powerful and mightily pissed off ocular canon toward the sound that echoed between buildings. There was no way that a small, seemingly flightless, and or, bad-at-flying side of poultry could have made it from the elbow of the Confederacy to the Capital. It wasn’t as if he had a ship. Had the crayon-yellow creature caught a ride in the cuffs of Darth Metus pant leg? Leo wasn’t sure what he was more irritated about.​

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Whether the fact that an immature-fowl was about to blow their cover, or, that it had seemingly appeared out of thin air. “I wonder if ducks crisp up like chicken? If we nuke‘em Bel the fleshbags can serve him up for nibbles.” ​

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A small paw on his shoulder joint kept him from discharging the giant canon that sat in the middle of his face. The red light had already started to glow, ready, while targeting system came online. “Nine-One you can’t just shoot everything you don’t like. That’s mean.”​

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“Well, why not? Organics destroy what they don’t like.”​

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“Because, Leo. You just can’t. It’s just a cute—”​

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“Cute?!”​

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The squabbling went on. The red-rabbit wanted the “worm eater” off his lawn and kept shaking his puny fist to ensure the duckling knew how he felt while the blue-rabbit kept trying to quiet her partner droid down. It really, really didn’t help when she calmly explained that this was not his lawn at all. By Confederate Law this patch of grass actually belonged to the Order of Firsts.​

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“It’s the FIRST ORDER!”​

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“Stay out of my head!”​

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“It’s our head.”​

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BNI-Bella huffed and turned her head away from BNI-Leo because he was acting like he had his wires crossed. He could be a real jerk, sometimes. Probably from watching all of that 13+ programming on the Holo-Net and listening to bad herglic rage-metal. It was causing him to completely disregard his etiquette and manners protocol. “If you keep acting like this I’m going home!”​

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The female-oriented rabbit turned away from the angry one and her metallic arms crossed even tighter. BNI-Leo didn’t want to give in, but, he hated when BNI-Bella was mad at him. It registered through a series of ones and zeroes through their shared data stream that he had in fact harmed her simulated feelings. Leo winced. Great.​

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Just, great.​

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“This is all your fault, worm eater.”​

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Just like the last time. Obviously, it wasn't his fault. ​

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[Aithche Wierz]

Aithche blinked as a voice sounded next to her. She turned to face the man ( Axile Volzap ) , her eyes doing a casual once over. She bit back a sharp comment and forced herself to be civil. "Is that what passes for a diplomatic introduction these days?" she asked, voice just a little sarcastic. "I'm a member of the First Order's embassy staff". Her Basic was clear with just a trace of a frontier accent.

She tried to dial it down a little. She was here officially as an attaché. Assistant attaché, her mind unhelpfully reminded her. The sharp attitude might be fine when meeting contacts in dives or interrogating suspects but not when mingling at a diplomatic function. The therapy hadn't helped much but it had brought up some points for her to focus on.

"Another Confederacy member then?" she pressed, "I'm guessing from your getup that you're not here on guard detail". She forced a smile and offered her hand "Aithche Wierz, assistant attaché".

 

[Axile Volzap]

"No. I am not one of the guards," Axile smiled at the woman. He was oblivious to the fact that she was annoyed to be here. "Honestly it's hard to tell with everyone here. I probably sound like an idiot. But only begun serving the Confederacy a few days ago so I am still getting up to speed with everything. In fact I only learned of this alliance between our two governments earlier today."

He paused to take a sip of his drink. Savouring the taste of candy in his mouth he let it roll there a few seconds before swallowing and letting out a light ah. "That tastes good. Tell me how the Confederacy can help our new allies? I will be sure to find out if there is anything we can do to accommodate your people."

Aithche Wierz

 

[Aithche Wierz]

Aithche blinked at the statement. She wasn't quite sure she'd heard him correctly. "A few days?" she repeated, "Are you an immigrant to the Confederacy then?" she enquired, trying to be delicate about it. Posh boy or former royalty? He must have been of some substance if a few days service merited an invitation to the inaugural event for the First Order's Naboo embassy.

"Well alliance might be a strong word" she said, "Perhaps it's better to say that existing ties are being strengthened. I'm not sure if any new treaties or agreements have been signed yet". There was a mutual understanding of course, there were always under the table communications between powers, off the books of course and plausibly deniable.

She smiled at the offer. "Well tell me then, what do you think about these recent revelations about war crimes by the NJO? Or the continuing conflict towards the Tingel Arm? How are the Confederacy viewing these events?" Might as well put the thumbscrews on him.

Axile Volzap

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"Are you sure it's not too -- "

Natasi was, rather uncharacteristically, at a loss for words. She stood with Banks behind her, gazing at her reflection in a full-length mirror. The gown was black with a golden-beaded bodice, trimmed in black velvet, and -- for Natasi, somewhat shockingly -- strapless.

"Daring?" supplied Banks helpfully as she finished tucking Natasi's glossy chestnut locks into the sophisticated updo. Natasi could think of a few other words to describe it; she had agreed to wear the dress as a way of promoting the growing fashion industry in the First Order. It was the least she could do as sovereign but now that it had come to it, she felt slightly embarrassed. Curse my Galidraani modesty, she thought, lifting a hand to tug the neck of the bodice a little.

"Are you sure it won't fall down?" Natasi asked dubiously. She thought she saw a ghost of a smirk on Banks' lips.

"Quite sure, Your Majesty. Don't be concerned. And don't forget we've got the wrap."

The Supreme Leader took the wrap and wrapped it around herself, then took her gloves from the table and began to work them up her arm, up past her elbows. She studied herself in the mirror as, like second nature, she clasped her bracelet around her wrist. A moment later she emerged into the sitting room of the suite with Banks in tow. She greeted Dyrn Grav with a smile; she had become almost at ease with his presence. She found him reliable, punctual, reasonable, and possessive of good humor. "Don't you look nice," Natasi said pleasantly. "We'd better get going. I'd hate to be late."

The journey to the embassy was short from the ambassador's residence, barely two minutes by speeder. She was greeted by the Chief of Mission, all bows and toothy smiles, and escorted into the lobby. He offered champagne to both Natasi and Grav; Natasi took the offered flute with a smile of thanks and held it steady as she considered her position. Natasi's presence there was ornamental; it was the Grand Moff Ariel Yvarro who would be signing off on the deal. She wondered if Sieger Ren had ever felt this way; surplus to requirements. She suspected not; after all, he had his Knights of Ren, his shadowy activities, his cult. Natasi had finally quieted the voice in her head, at least during waking hours, so she didn't expect an answer to her idle curiosity. Instead she surveyed the massive lobby, taking in as many faces as she could. Some she recognized, most she did not. Her eyes scanned for Ariel, but she didn't see her cousin yet. The Chief of Mission excused himself.

Natasi was relieved. His nervousness had led him to be overly deferential and somewhat chatty, which Natasi found irritating. She rounded on Grav. "Have you any plans for afterwards?" Natasi asked him. "I'm told there's a good party for military personnel, although I don't remember where. You're more than welcome to take the evening off once you've put me to bed back at the ambassador's residence." She took a sip of the champagne, then nearly choked on it when she realized the dual meaning of her flippant remark.

"I --that is... well, you know what I mean," Natasi said, blanching.