Dominion [RNR] The Midas Touch || Dominion of New Cov

[Kalantha]

THE MIDAS TOUCH
… a Royal Naboo Republic Story

New Cov is a mysterious world known primarily for its export of rare biomolecules, a resource that has attracted the attention of raiders, Empires, and even the Corporate Sector Authority for generations. The Covie’s neutrality has kept the jungle world safe from the myriad wars the galaxy has endured, but much like Naboo, there comes a time when safety trumps complacency. In the Chaos era of 902 ABY, New Cov has resolved to join the Royal Republic. To spearhead this transition, Royal Assembly diplomats have arrived in the capital. Much of their work has centered on diplomacy between the Royal Assembly and New Cov’s government, but the Assembly has also established good-faith relations with a prominent Jedi enclave deep in the jungles.

Local defense contracts with mutual ally Strill Securities have also been brokered into New Cov's admission to the Republic. The Mandalorian PMC has been an active player in the Southern Systems, providing its services to dozens of systems and worlds throughout Republic space. To ensure that relationship continues, and to better establish trust among the locals, the Royal Assembly as adopted the Covie administration's contract with Strill.

Though some Covie are still wary of the transition, the majority of New Cov is receptive. Membership in the Royal Republic is a boon worth having during these trying times, when galaxies converge and hyperlanes shift. Support from allied worlds may yet be a saving grace for the wild jungle world.

OBJECTIVE I:
All That Glitters

Activity is buzzing in New Cov’s capital city of Ilic, where a charity auction is being held by the Royal Assembly’s Select Committee on Refugees. Invitations to attend were sent to dozens of organizations and individuals, from local business owners to the Queen herself.

A fine selection of donated pieces have been brought to the Mishra tapcafe in Ilic, a spacious establishment that offers guests a variety of drinks, local cuisine, live music, and games of chance. All proceeds from auctioned items will go directly into a charity fund to support refugees nationalizing in the Southern Systems.

Auction Rules

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Auction Rules

• Tag Sibylla Abrantes for your bids.
• Bids must increase by reasonable increments.
• Minimum bid accepted for items up listed starting at 1,000 credits is 100.
• Minimum bid accepted for items listed at 10,000 credits is 1,000.
• Bids of Underworld Credits are preferred; however, goods, services, favors, etc. for refugees and displaced people will be taken as legitimate bids and may receive preference over monetary bids, per the donee's / auctioner's prerogative.
• No outrageous bids.

Auction Items

Naboo Artwork, Relics, and Artisanal Crafts​

Shiraya's Embrace - Shiraya's Embrace is a rare and unique lightsaber crystal from Naboo's Gungan Sacred Place, harmonizing with the user's intentions to enhance their connection to the lightside of the Force, agility, and combat finesse. Its color-shifting hues reflect the wielder's innermost intentions, making it a prized possession for Force-sensitive individuals.
Minimum bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: Briana Sal-Soren

Parallax Crystal - The Parallax Crystal, a rare and powerful Force crystal, is attuned to its user's alignment, enabling enhanced abilities against spirits, especially those of opposing alignments, and providing the wielder with the ability to pierce illusions, though it is fragile and bonded permanently to its user, limiting its use.
Minimum bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: Phylis Alince

The Moonveil Pendant - The Moonveil Pendant is a unique Naboo heirloom crafted from chalcedony and silver filigree, once worn by Queen Andromeda Versai and believed to offer clarity and protection against manipulation.
Minimum bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: House Nayva

PGEM-Pf - The PGEM-Pf, or "Phrik-flop," is a lightsaber-resistant sandal crafted from nearly indestructible phrik, doubling as a throwable, heat-seeking weapon with a lifetime warranty!
Minimum bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: Niki Priddy

The Stone of Echoes - The Stone of Echoes is a mysterious relic of the ancient Elders of Naboo: an obsidian-veined sandstone tablet inscribed with shifting lithographs that respond to natural sounds with harmonic pulses. Believed to be a mnemonic key to a lost temple or star map, it offers immense archaeological intrigue and rare prestige to its future holder.
Minimum bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: Lady Callista Nerys Abrantes

The Singing Tree of the Eternal Flame - The Singing Tree of the Eternal Flame is a one-of-a-kind sonic crystal sculpture by renowned artist Aevya Diin, designed to resonate with each listener's emotions, weaving unique melodies that evoke healing, joy, or forgotten memories.
Minimum bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: Private Collector

Shimmerform Shiraya - The Shimmerform Shiraya Sentinel is a rare, kinetic light sculpture crafted by legendary Naboo artisan Thalira Vonn, featuring a compressed energy crystal that allows it to shapeshift into symbolic forms while masking Force signatures.
Minimum bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: Private Collector

First Edition Signed Lady Velvet Novels Set - Highly sought after and immensely rare first edition signed copies of the entire Lady Velvet novel series, best sellers and hot off the holo presses, to include her newest titles!
Minimum Bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: @Lady Velvet

Private Holocall Session Ask Me Anything* with Lady Velvet, famous galactic novelist! - For the first time, Lady Velvet is providing a highly coveted private 'Ask Me Anything' Holocall session with one very lucky winner! Dive into Lady Velvet's mind on her inspirations, writing tips, and spicy methodology… maybe even hints on her upcoming project! (*Inquiring about personal identity is not allowed)
Minimum Bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: @Lady Velvet (Corazona von Ascania )

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Gungan Artisinal Works
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The Ventforged Fang - The Ventforged Fang is a unique Gungan-crafted sword, forged from cortosis-veined ore salvaged from Naboo's undersea vents, capable of momentarily shorting out lightsabers upon contact.
Minimum bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: A Gungan Artwork Connissour

The Swampstone Band - The Swampstone Band is a unique artifact from Naboo's ancient Elders, featuring living vines that can be summoned to grasp objects or trip foes. Crafted from tungsten, water moss, and plasma-infused quartz, it emanates a faint emerald glow and embodies the planet's natural beauty.
Minimum bid: 1,000 UC's
Donated by: A Gungan Artwork Connissour

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Ships & Vehicles
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J-type Apailana-class Elite Transport - The J-type Apailana-class Elite Transport is a rare, luxury personal starship crafted by Theed Hangar. It features a high-gloss durasteel hull, advanced countermeasures, and a Class 0.5 hyperdrive for swift, secure travel. Designed for aristocrats and technocrats, it offers unparalleled comfort and defense, making it a coveted vessel for discerning collectors.
Minimum bid: 10,000 UC's
Donated by: Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering Corps (Ok per Ashin Cardé Varanin )

Tusk Cat-class Jedi Cruiser - The Tusk Cat-class Jedi Cruiser is a 1,000-meter warship engineered by the Conglomerate of Owls. Equipped with a Class 1.0 hyperdrive and capable of deploying multiple starfighter squadrons, this cruiser offers a balanced blend of speed, protection, and offensive capabilities, making it a prized asset for collectors and strategists alike.
Minimum bid: 10,000 UC's
Donated by: Engineering core

"Crotch Rocket" Speeder/Swoop Bike - an exquisite high-performance one-person vehicle crafted by Guardian Authority Ltd., boasting cutting-edge hover capabilities, remote control functionality, and resilient "run-flat" tires, though it remains unarmed and devoid of defensive systems, perfect for those seeking unparalleled speed and style.
Minimum bid: 10,000 UC's
Donated by Caltin Vanagor

Lotus Expeditionary Information Frigate - a distinguished 450-meter-long vessel crafted by Krinemonen Hydraworks, renowned for its unrivaled capacity for extra-galactic exploration, featuring state-of-the-art defensive systems, advanced technological innovations, and self-sustaining functionality, designed to support a dedicated crew of approximately 300 in the most demanding of missions.
Minimum bid: 10,000 UC's
Donated by Phy

OBJECTIVE II:
Knighting of Tasia Palpatine

Deeper in the jungle, away from domed cities and spaceports, is a large Jedi enclave with deep roots and a unique Force tradition. Known as Force Warriors, this sect focuses heavily on controlling their bodies by mixing meditative techniques and martial arts to channel the Force. This form of unarmed combat is both a means of self defense and Force training, and has become a key element of the enclave’s Force tradition.

It is here that Tasia Palpatine shall be ascended to the rank of Jedi Knight.

Since joining the Order of Shiraya, Tasia has risen above the dark history of her namesake and dedicated herself to defending the meek against the forces of evil. She had proved herself time and time again in service of the Shirayans and the Royal Republic, and for that reason, Jedi Grandmaster Briana Sal-Soren shall officially name Tasia a Knight of the Order.

Eager to celebrate Knight Palpatine and test the mettle of the Shirayan Jedi, the Covie Force Warriors have opened their enclave to the Order and invite them to participate in a legendary sparring event. Those who wish to join must set their lightsabers aside and focus on martial combat and Force abilities. Nonparticipants are encouraged to celebrate Tasia in the temple complex, or spectate the event outside and cheer on their brave friends.

OBJECTIVE III:
The Law of the Jungle

Far from the comforts of New Cov’s domed cities, an expedition into the heart of the Covie jungles is underway. Members of the Republic Spacers Guild are searching for an untapped well of biomolecules, a rare element unique to the planet that has incredible technological applications for a modernizing Republic. Pinpointing the deposit’s location and setting up a beacon is the goal of the mission.

The jungles are dangerous, however. Carnivorous fauna and flora pose an extreme risk to anyone traveling beyond the safety of civilization. To ensure the expedition goes smoothly, the Guild has contracted a myriad of explorers to assist. Jedi, mercenaries, spacers, and researchers are among those embarking on the mission. Together with Strill Securities, the same private military force that helped defend Theed during the Second Cataclysm, the expedition sets underway with a fleet of repulsorcraft and all the equipment they need,

 

[Phylis Alince]

Sibylla Abrantes

Objective One

"Hmm, is this the place?" Phylis muttered to herself, peering at the sign.
Her droid beeped unhelpfully as he rolled up behind her.
"Hmmph, I see that now! You promised you'd behave. Don't make me send you back to the ship."
Six-Nine gave a sullen beep.
"You're right, I do. But try to play nice with people today. That young Padawan Michael Angellus still hasn't recovered from the roasting you gave him!"
The droid just warbled innocently.

The Jedi Master headed inside the Mishra. It looked like a lot places across the galaxy she'd been to, though a bit less rough than many.
As she sat down near a makeshift stage she looked at the list of items for auction.
"Oh, they have one of my Parallax crystals. Hmm, a thousand credits minimum bid...hmmph, it was a lot more difficult to fetch than that," she grumbled under her breath.
Eyes flicking down the list she finally settled on the 'Stone of Echoes', an item she had heard had been unearthed recently. Even if she couldn't solve the riddle it posed, she was enough of an archaeologist to want to at leave give it a try!

On her datapad she committed 3,000UC to a first bid for the Stone. She also put a simple 1,000UC bid for the Moonveil Pendant. She had never met this particular queen - there had been so many of them in the last...x...years after all, but she was all for historical items!

Beside her, Six-Nine chimed invitingly.
"No, hmmph, I am not bidding for romance novels. These look rather, hmm..." she paused, trying to find a word. "Impractical," she settled on.

Bids:

• 3,000UC for Stone of Echoes
• 1,000UC for Moonveil Pendant

 

[Tasia Palpatine]

OBJECTIVE 3
Knighting of Tasia Palpatine

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Carrying: Palpatine's Saber, Hunting gear, Kiffar Blade, Underwater breather
Wearing: Raiments of Shiraya

Tasia did not expect that she would be nervous about today. She would not have requested this recognition if she did not wholeheartedly feel it was the right direction for her life, and the Shiraya would not have accepted her if they did not believe in her. But here she was, more nervous than if she might be facing down a grumpy forest rancor.

She wore the raiments of the order, having taken them as her own soon after joining, the thing they were missing was the mark of her rank, of which she had none. Tasia had watched the order from the outside for a while and had done everything she could to be a useful independent ally. She was a talented Jedi and whilst still a little rough around the edges owing to learning style, she was fully capable to the rank of Knight and ready to help train the next generation. To this end her own unofficial learner, a young naboo girl from her village was also here. She would hopefully be accepted as a padawan of Shiraya and Tasia be allowed to keep training her, but there were several others she would happily see her trained by.

She bowed at the gathered Jedi and took a deep breath, removing her hood to show her heavily tattooed Kiffar face.

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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OBJECTIVE I:
All That Glitters
Interacting with: OPEN

Sibylla stood at the edge of the Mishra tapcafe's upper mezzanine, the gilded edge of her sleeve catching the jungle-dappled light filtering through the tall arching windows. The dress and crescent moon headress woven with delicate silver weave, shone in House Abrantes colors in a Nabooan cut, hand-stitched and regal without shouting, and had been her mother's suggestion. Or rather, her mother's orchestration. Lady Callista Nerys Abrantes had overseen every detail of the charity auction, from the authentication seals on a set of Kyber-etched temple masks to the positioning of the tapcafe's fragrant vine bloom centerpieces. The effect was subtle, elegant, and distinctly Nabooan to relay a cultural handshake in a foreign jungle.

Sibylla didn't mind playing her part. The bubbly in her flute had a strange effervescence, something local, she assumed, but she raised it lightly when an envoy from the Republic's Agricultural Reclamation Bureau passed, nodding with just enough warmth to suggest she might remember his name later.

This was the dance. Appear polished, speak well, say little.

She had arrived as much to support her mother as to make strategic appearances. The auction was for a good cause, yes, but every piece sold was also a political seed planted. She scanned the floor below, noting the attendees: Republic delegates, local entrepreneurs, a few cautious Covie leaders observing the crowd with quiet calculation. All of it useful.

So far, no distinct blonde head. She had given Lysander von Ascania an invitation to the auction. Not that she'd expected him to appear; no, that would require stepping out of whatever poisoned crafting or desert philosophy experiment he'd entangled himself in lately. A pity. She'd rather hoped to confront his penchant for disappearing into the void wearing hooded cloaks and moral ambiguity. Perhaps that was why he sent datapad messages rather than facing her directly -- one couldn't raise a finely arched brow through encrypted comms.

Still. The auction had begun. Sibylla turned slightly, glass still in hand, her gaze sliding towards the holographic displays of the starships in auction: the J-type Apailana-class Elite Transport. She was interested. Very. But she hadn't bid. Yet.

No sense in showing your hand when the whole room's watching. Let them think she was just another pretty face from Naboo. Let them wonder.

And when the moment came, Sibylla would show them exactly who she was.

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

The Jedi gathered in hushed silence amidst the ancient halls of the Enclave that'd welcomed them, the room mostly dark, save for a singular circle of light where Tasia knelt.

A sole, cerulean blade was lifted upwards, breaking the silence with its familiar hum as Briana stepped out from the shadows to approach the kneeling woman in the middle of light. The Grand Masters face was a mask of perfect, resolute composure and a slight upward curve to her lips, but beneath facade, Briana's heart beat with a rapid, rhythmic 'bump'.

Each step she'd taken towards Tasia was filled with a thousand different thoughts, various memories of her own life, her own purpose, flooding her mind.

She looked on Tasia herself, musing on the woman's bravery and what it took for her to stand here, with them — understanding, on a deeper and more personal level than most, what it was to fight every day to be something more than what the rest of the galaxy expected of you.

It took strength to break from a legacy. It took even greater strength to try and build something better in its place. And that was what had cemented in Briana's mind why she deserved this. Not because she'd proven her physical mettle or prowess, but because by stepping into the light, she kindled hope.

And that was the bravest, most true that a Jedi Knight could be.

Meeting Tasia's gaze, Briana gave her a genuine, soft smile.

"In the name of the light, I charge you to defend the innocent." Her blade was brought down to hover over Tasia's head. "In the name of the Force, I charge you to protect the balance." She weaved her saber to the woman's right shoulder, then pulled it over to the left. "In the name of Shiraya, let no shadow claim you."

She waited a moment, a beat. " Tasia Palpatine , I dub thee —"

"A Knight of Shiraya."
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"You may rise."
After Tasia stood, Briana disengaged her lightsaber and took a few steps back.
The ancient hall of the enclave came to life, stone doors screeching in protest as they pushed open, allowing for the bright jungle light to shower all of those who'd gathered, and the area itself, in brilliant golden hues — beating the darkness back as this first part of the ceremony and celebration was drawn to a close. Warm applause rose from every corner, granting Tasia a moment to accept the Order's congratulations and for friends to approach before attention would shift to the tournament being held in her honor.

TAG: Tasia Palpatine

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[Verity Suun]

Location: Mishra, Ilic, New Cov
Objective: One

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A trio of Human-looking individuals stood amongst the throng of people. They might have been otherwise unremarkable save for their pure white uniforms, and the starry sash the woman in the middle wore. Some unrecognizable insignia adorned their breasts and sleeves that might vaguely convey some sort of status or rank of some kind.

Suun had acquired a flute of drink whose flavor had yet to grow on her, but it would be rude to throw it on the floor. At least she would not need to concern herself with buying more so she didn't have an empty glass while 'blending in.' Though at some point she might hand it to her second officer and let them worry about how to dispose of its contents.

It was... unique being among so many different species. Almost none of these beings ever made it out to the Imperium. It was certainly a diverse assortment. From their skin color, to their physiological characteristics, their dress, speech, and no doubt cultural differences. Was it any wonder finding opportunity for the crew to engage in shore leave off the ship was so difficult? There'd already been one altercation in a different solar system resulting from perceived slights to the Imperium by a few young officers.

One thing Suun hoped to come out of this, however, was a better understanding of how this galactic community functioned. Perhaps a firmer grasp on their 'Basic' language as well. People could probably tell from her inflections and what words she emphasized it wasn't her first language. Well, nothing but experience would improve on that and so, being the dutiful commanding officer that she was, there Suun stood surrounded by all manner of entity.

As for the reason for the gathering -- aside from its apparent normal draw -- Suun found most of the items... intriguing, but not entirely captivating. Perhaps most of their history or importance resonated with the natives more than it did an outsider. Her eyes were drawn again to the nearby display where she found two sculptures of note and a pendant that claimed to react to starlight -- though its name and most of the description seemed more inclined toward the moon. The latter bit had Suun reluctant to consider it. Some considered such bodies opposites to the stars themselves, which naturally meant it reflect anti-Imperium sentiment and would have her crew mutiny on the spot.

"Admiral Suun," her Second, Jehlen, politely called out from her side before he indicated the ships further down the list, "I have heard reports of this Isotope Five," the foreign words carefully enunciated no doubt so clearly from practice, "acquiring this vessel could prove useful for study."

Just as importantly, this Lotus Expeditionary Information Frigate sounded like it could hold its own in battle as well. Seeing as how the vessel wasn't nearly as large as the Aether, himself, they should be able to properly crew it. "These Underworld Credits," such a strange phrase to describe their common currency, "are difficult to come by." Seeing as how they were relatively new to the wider galactic community, they'd only amassed so many from happenstance or relieving hostile parties of their caches. "Gather more information and send it back to the Aether for analysis. Determine if it is worth the expense." Perhaps they didn't have a lot of uses for UC yet, but being so far from home they'd undoubtedly need some to keep the Aether supplied. It was only prudent to use such currency wisely.

Perhaps she would place an initial bid of ten thousand credits for the Frigate. It would reveal if there were interest by other parties in acquiring it, and perhaps help guage how high the final price may reach. ( Sibylla Abrantes 10,000 UC on Lotus Expeditionary Information Frigate).

Suun spared a glance off to the side at Phylis Alince . "Romance novels?" Romance? That was related to affection, wasn't it? This was more than a single book written about affectionate encounters; and somehow the release of a new one was of importance.

Open​

 

[Lorn Reingard]

OBJ 1
Tasia Palpatine | Briana Sal-Soren

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Lorn stood near the back of the enclave hall, half-shadowed by a towering vine-draped column, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't need to be front and center to feel the weight of the moment, he could feel it in the Force, humming quietly like the stillness before a storm.

His eyes stayed locked on Tasia, kneeling in the spotlight. As Briana's blade hovered above her, Lorn felt a knot in his throat he didn't expect.

Not because he was sentimental, but because something about it brought him back.

The jungle heat faded for just a second, and he was younger again, sitting around a campfire. His Master had declared him a Knight after some brutal battle, more exhausted than ceremonial. No sabers, no speeches. Just blood still drying on their boots, stars above, friends beside him, and someone passing around a bottle that should've been illegal. There'd been laughter. There'd been tears. There'd been something like hope.

He missed them. All of them.

The cheer that erupted when Tasia stood snapped him back. He let the applause wash over him without joining it, nodding once to himself as the hall's great doors yawned open, flooding the stone floor with sunlight and humid jungle air. People surged forward, eager to embrace her, to offer words, tears, smiles. Lorn stayed where he was for one beat longer… then turned on his heel and walked out.

He wasn't good at this part, the hugging, the talking, the teary congratulations. He'd find her later, when the crowd thinned and the moment wasn't so fragile. For now, there was a different kind of communion waiting.

While the formalities kicked on inside, Lorn was already at the training mats. The stone was warm beneath his feet. He'd stripped off his shirt, sweat already pearling along his brow in the jungle heat as he finished wrapping his hands with steady, practiced movements.

He scanned the gathering Force Warriors, sharp eyes narrowed with quiet anticipation. He wasn't here to posture. He wasn't here to show off. He was here for the real thing, to feel fists connect, Force clash, breath burn in lungs. To lose himself in something that didn't ask for words, only will.

Lorn rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and stepped forward.

Let the Covie warriors pick their champion.

He was ready.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

OBJECTIVE I:
All That Glitters
Sibylla Abrantes

Lysander relaxed in his seat aboard the commercial flight. The decision to travel this way wasn’t exactly his top choice, but it was necessary. Without the skills to pilot a ship, nor a vessel of his own, there weren't exactly many alternatives. And with where he was currently studying, secrecy was required.

At least New Cov offered a more direct flight, which was easier than reaching Naboo, which always required changing shuttles.

Gazing into the screen of his datapad, he saw his reflection. There it was, staring back at him-- a scar just above his brow, a constant reminder. While not always seen by others, for him, it was always the first thing he saw. After a moment of contemplation, his gaze drifted downward to something more recent–-a cut that marred the skin near the edge of his lower lip. Fortunately, this one was temporary, the result of a bad sparring session. The sight of it evoked a peer's message in his mind-- that he would have to endure being the nail long before he would become the hammer in striking.

Each bruise and gash as the months passed felt like paying rent.

With a final glance, the acolyte chuckled. The only bothersome thing about it was the timing; he could already envision the knowing look from a particular someone at the charity event.

Upon arrival at Ilac he stepped off the transport and made way through one of the terminals. A sleek black tunic and matching leggings spoke of elegance, fashioned from the finest materials, hugging his lithe form with natural grace.

All instructions had been given to him via email. Drawing closer to the appropriate district, it suddenly became crowded. Here, the air was a symphony of conversations. Amidst it all, he tried to register an announcement overhead, but his mind was already elsewhere. It was a short journey to the Mishra tapcafe, and by the time he arrived, the auction was already in full swing. Scanning about, taking in the scene, he was actually reluctant to not see any familiar faces.

His gaze was drawn to a holographic display, head tilted slightly, before lifting a hand to adjust the collar of his tunic; clearly, he was unhurried. Bringing his favorite device before him, he composed a message, knowing it would reach her just before he did.

What should I bid on? The Ventforged Fang is rather interesting.

Once it was sent, his focus returned to the weapon; something was oddly familiar about it. The appearance was similar to the one he and Ms. Dangereuse looted from a rebel Gungan when trying to gain Boss Pommu's favor in Otoh Gungah. The memory lingered, causing his mouth to curl up into a smirk, before eventually moving on.

At last, it was time to ascend to the mezzanine, where he entered nonchalantly. A meticulous assessment was given, absorbing the details of those around him; it reminded him of when he learned the nuances of courtly politics back on Ukatis.

A server passed by, carrying a tray of glasses filled with something bubbly and expensive. Lysander’s hand smoothly reached out and claimed one for himself, before locating his target just ahead.

After several strides, he was standing before her; the blonde's expression was neutral, and there was a glint of amusement dancing in his emerald orbs.

Silence stretched for several beats. Composed and unbothered, he stood as if nothing was wrong, as if he'd been here all this time. "Sibylla," he began, his voice calm and warm, "I knew you would be impossible to miss tonight."

 

[Ala Quin]

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Ala was beaming.

From her place near the front, the little Jedi all but vibrated with joy, her hands clasped in front of her chest, brown eyes shining like twin stars. She didn’t know Tasia well—not yet—but that didn’t matter. This moment was sacred. Powerful. Alive.

Ala remembered the day she was knighted. Over 800 years ago now. Back before the galaxy had burned, before the wars, before the long sleep. The faces of those long dead came rushing back to her—the voices, the laughter, the sense that something good was being built. That she was a part of it.

It hit her like a breath held too long finally released.

Tasia’s name echoed through the enclave. Applause erupted. Ala joined in instantly, clapping with more enthusiasm than anyone had a right to, eyes just a little watery.

Without hesitation the diminutive elven master stepped into the middle of the room and wrapped her arms around Tasia, head leaning against her arm in a warm embrace. "Welcome to the cool kids club, Tasia...the road will not be easy. If you ever need anything. I am here," she said, before pulling back and offering a gentle comforting smile before breaking the hug.

And then she saw Lorn leave.

Her brow furrowed. She watched him slip out through the golden jungle light like a shadow trying not to be seen. And without even thinking, she followed.

Down the vine-draped steps. Across the warm stone paths. Into the training circle where the tournament would soon begin.

She paused.

Oh. Oh. Oooooooh.

Lorn was shirtless.

Ala stopped mid-step, heart skipping, elven ears definitely going red. He was wrapping his hands with the ease of someone who’d done this a thousand times, his whole body carved like a statue left out in the rain—rugged, powerful, warm. Her thoughts scattered like startled birds.

She blinked hard.

Nope. Nope, we are not doing this.

Focus. Jedi. Friend. Serious.

She shook her head quickly, cheeks flushed but determined, and stepped forward again. Her voice was light but laced with something earnest.

"Are you fighting too?" she asked, tilting her head with a cheeky smile. "Wouldn’t it be crazy if they put us against each other?"

And though the thought made her grin, she was really watching his eyes. Wondering what storm he’d walked away from in that hall. And whether she could help anchor him, even just a little, if the wind picked up again.

She instinctively kept his expression in her periphery, quietly reaching out in the Force for any shift in his emotional current. Just in case. Just to be there.

Her fingers fumbled in her pockets, pulling out a fresh roll of hand wrap tape she’d picked up earlier that day—her very first. She hadn’t needed any before today, and it showed.

She started wrapping her hands with the enthusiasm of someone who had watched others do it once and assumed it couldn’t be that hard.

"Oh!" she squeaked, realising mid-wrap that maybe she should’ve taken her robe off first.
She tried anyway, tugging the fabric over her head with her half-taped hands—only to end up flailing as her sleeves stuck, her arms caught somewhere between freedom and defeat.

Now tangled in her own Jedi dignity, she froze for a second, then muttered, "...okay, this is fine."

It absolutely was not fine.

Briana Sal-Soren Tasia Palpatine Lorn Reingard ​

 

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

It was a privilege to be here. A privilege to be a part of the council that approved Tasia's elevation to Knighthood. She was not Order of Shiraya in origin, but none of them were. She was however, Order of Shiraya in spirit, and that was all that any of them currently had. She was step one in a legacy that they hoped to build. The importance of the moment was not lost on him.

It was lost entirely on his padawan though. Both of them it seemed. He knew Cerys would not be here. That was his gentle mercy to the Togruta that still struggled with her own lack of promotion. Seeing someone else nab first spot would make her none to happy. Where Lysander was though, he would have to investigate later.

His hands were clapping without much thought. His smile broad and accepting. After an over zealous elf grabbed the spotlight with some joyous hugs, Brandyn walked over and rested his hand on Tasia' shoulder, while extending his others for a handshake.

"You have earned this, Tasia. I gladly stand beside you as a Knight of Shiraya."

| TAG: Tasia Palpatine Briana Sal-Soren Lorn Reingard |

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[Cerys Dyn]

Cerys sat in one of the corner booths of the Mishra tapcafe, hands folded neatly in her lap, posture impossibly straight. She wasn’t bidding. She didn’t have the credits for it — and even if she did, what would she buy? A weapon she didn’t need? A relic she hadn’t earned?

No, she was here to observe. Quietly. Professionally. Just another Jedi representative maintaining public presence. That was all.

Except it wasn’t.

Her eyes drifted — again — to the mezzanine.

She didn’t mean to keep looking. But there he was. That stupid tunic. That smug little tilt of his head. And... that hair. What was he thinking? It looked like he’d tried to tame it with wind shear.

And her. The tall one. Elegant. Poised. Talking with Lysander as if she knew him. Like she’d always known him. Like she had a right.

Cerys' jaw tightened. She didn’t know why. It wasn’t irritation. Not exactly. It wasn’t anger either, because she wasn’t angry. Jedi don’t get angry. She was just... aware. Deeply aware. Hyperaware, even, of every small gesture he made toward that woman. The way his smile lingered. The way he stood too close.

She tried not to look. Turned back toward the auction displays. Forced her eyes to the holos of ancient relics, sculpted crystal, warships she couldn’t afford. She even picked up a glass of water just to give her hands something to do.

But then her gaze flicked back. Just for a second.

She didn’t know what it was. This feeling. This tightness in her chest. This ridiculous need to scowl when he laughed. She wasn’t sure if she hated it — or hated that she didn’t understand it.

All she knew was that she would not let it distract her. Not tonight.

She was here to observe.

Just observe.

Quietly.

And maybe glance one more time when no one was looking.

| TAG: None (especially not him) | EQUIPMENT: Datapad, mild spite

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[Nolan Knightfall]

New Cov – Ilic – Mishra Tapcafe
Objective: That's A Lot of Money . . . For Someone Like You
NPC(s): Arthur Sterling​

Another charity event. The only difference is that this was an auction, not necessarily a party or social event. This format granted the Knightfall Successor a degree of privacy as he scrutinized the items on display. Of course, he had already done his research ahead of time as his eyes scanned each item. The contact lenses cataloguing each item and their relative intrinsic value. This would be another trial run for the technology as he turned his gaze towards the different names and faces present, cataloguing each within his HUD.

Each of the larger figures important and influential in their own right. But that was not the concern. No, how much was in their pockets drew his attention for there were several items on display that drew his attention.

Partly because of their utility for his own personal agenda and also to maintain the image the Rich One crafted of himself. A man with more money than he knew to do with, spending it on trinkets and fast vehicles with only a limited understanding of the true worth of these prized objects. The CEO and second-in-command of his company Elias Xavier would probably caution Nolan against spending so much or question the wisdom in such spending.

But the time and effort spent here to maintain the cover story had proven necessary. Besides, the Knightfall's time spent here would remain at a minimum as long as he avoided any unnecessary conflicts or conversations with any of the other delegates and executives.

As the Silent Philanthropist sat, his eyes gazed at the datapad before tapping a few different inputs on the screen.

</ The Moonveil Pendant - 1,100 UCs Bid | The Stone of Echoes - 3,100 UCs Bid | First Edition Signed Lady Velvet Novels Set - 1,000 UCs | The Singing Tree of the Eternal Flame - 1,000 UCs | Private Holocall Session Ask Me Anything* with Lady Velvet, famous galactic novelist! - 1,000 UCs | J-type Apailana-class Elite Transport - 10,000 UCs | Lotus Expeditionary Information Frigate - 10,100 UCs >

</ Bids inputted ( Sibylla Abrantes ). >

These should be interesting expenses on the account.

The datapad pinged the auctioneers and brokers with his offer before the Knightfall looked back up to study the reactions of the crowd. After all, when money talks, people often balk.

His thoughts briefly focused upon how many enemies or rivals he would make today through this auction. And then his thoughts shifted to how grateful his new allies and acquaintances would be with their newly purchased gifts. The gratefulness and favors that would be given for his own personal use and leisure.

This auction was simply another opportunity in disguise for him to apply the right kinds of social pressure and grace to achieve his own ends.

Direct: Sibylla Abrantes | OPEN || Indirect: Makai Dashiell | OPEN​

 

[Cassian Abrantes]

Objective: 1
Tags: Open

The days seemed to roll together more quicker than the previous. It became just a part of life, the more he ingrained himself with his new role and rank with the Royal Defense Force. Cass always made it a law in his own mind that he was to be the first awake. It showed a sense of discipline and strong ethic about him. Dressed in accordance with his station and the colors of House Abrantes, he was more than ready for the event that was taking place. Charity Auction and support given to the refugees that had fled numerous systems in wake of the recent events. His mother Lady Callista had a strong hand in orchestrating this event, while he had originally intended on assisting as a security measure into the heart of the Jungle in search for the element, unique to the planet with great advancement opportunities for the Royal Republic.

A few small talks and a simple request had altered his mind. There seemed to be enough personnel on the expedition that things would look to be in good hands. Essentially nothing further would change with his appointment or his absence from the venture. He could do with spending a time away from his duties to the Defense Force and engaging in the public sectors with his family.

The young man smiled at the event that was put together, taking a look over items that were up for auction, he caught glimpse of Sibylla Abrantes , give her a nod and encouraging smile from afar. She looked as beautiful as ever, the true elegance and poise of House Abrantes.

His family was the one of the most important things to him.

Cassian politely waved off the server that had offered him a drink before moving among the crowd and began his mingling and conversations with those that he could.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

NEW COV

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Sibylla Abrantes (Auctioneer), Nolan Knightfall (indirectly), OPEN | Objective 1

Makai wasn't sure how widely known it was he was a collector of nearly anything geological. Crystals, various gemstones, odd ores, weirdly shaped rocks. Most of his collection was in his home office on Joiol, neatly set on rows in a type of pride only someone with an eye for a hobby could have. He wasn't someone to have something just because it was rare, despite how deep his credit line could be.

Hands shoved into his pockets, he surveyed the room. There was Knigtfall, Makai had heard rumors. Being similar in age and wealthy, social circles tended to overlap. Iced azure eyes scanned the room for someone else too, coming up short. Whispers of his half-brother, Balun Dashiell , taking on Liin Terallo as a paramour. Frankly an improvement. He would have to make a mental note to reach out and invite her to dinner. Wasn't this her homeworld? Bit odd she wouldn't come and spend a few credits on refugees.

[ Sir, you own mines, are you sure you should be bidding on more crystals? What will Mistress Arceneau think? ] Thirty-Seven's metallic voice cut through his thoughts.

"Of course I should be bidding, its for charity. As for Ellie, once I place them in with my old ones she'll never notice. They all look the same to her I'm sure."


Bids :

Shiraya's Embrace - 1,000UC
Shimmerform Sentinel - 1,000UC
Singing Tree of Eternal Flame - 2,000UC
Swampstone Band - 1,000UC

 

[Nolan Knightfall]

New Cov – Ilic – Mishra Tapcafe
Objective: That's A Lot of Money . . . For Someone Like You
NPC(s): Arthur Sterling​

A single alert on the HUD of his contact lenses notified Nolan of a particular audience member. Makai Dashiell . Son of Judah Dashiell. The same man who had sent him a note during the Southern Systems alliance talks. Focusing his attention on the main event, Nolan only casted a carefully hidden side glance at the Dashiell before returning his gaze upon the various items on display. For a few moments, the Shadow Philanthropist sat in perfect silence as his mind analyzed the situation before him. Would there be any benefit in engaging in conversation with the young Dashiell? Another ally, perhaps, but there was a matter of character and the potential opportunity for a rivalry rather than cooperation. The Knightfall had done his research, however, on the Dashiell family and their associates—especially after first contact with the young man's father.

Upon review of their shared family background, his main concern were if there were any deeper connections or relationships to the Sith. The family demonstrated close ties to the Arceneau family and the Arceneau trading company, a company famous for their neutrality when engaging in commerce even with the likes of Sith space. While the Rich One can see the advantages it provided, his own company had been far more careful to engage with the faction, even in a humanitarian context.

In the back of his mind, the concern remained that he wondered if the Dashiell and Arceneau families were compromised, and by engaging and allying with them, his own company and himself would become compromised by simple association and cooperation alone, if nothing else.

There was only one way to investigate, and that was getting a closer look at both families. One that was far more personal than simple research and data analysis.

</ The Singing Tree of the Eternal Flame - 2,100 UCs | Shiraya's Embrace - 1,100UC | Shimmerform Sentinel - 1,100UC | Swampstone Band - 1,100UC >

</ Bid inputted ( Sibylla Abrantes ). >

Another bid inputted before the Knightfall began typing out a message on his datapad. This one addressed to the young Dashiell.

</ I will cover the expenses for your bidded items. Enjoy the auction, Mr. Dashiell. >

Demeanor posed and resolute, the Generous One cast a single look towards Mr. Dashiell before giving gave a simple and subtle nod before facing his gaze back towards the auction itself.

The Knightfall would keep true to his word.

Direct: Sibylla Abrantes | Makai Dashiell || Indirect: OPEN | OPEN​

 

[Blaire Sal-Soren]

Objective 2

Blaire stood in the dark of an ancient Jedi enclave, witness now to her second knighting ceremony, or perhaps her third. She wasn't sure if Briana and Brandyn being knighted simultaneously counted as two ceremonies or just one.

Blaire was not a part of this enclave nor a part of The Order of Shiraya who had chosen this place to, from what she understood, for the first time elevate one of their members to the rank of Knight. Blaire wasn't a Jedi at all.

There was something… 'fitting' doesn't seem the right word but another escapes the mind, that Blaire was present again for one of Briana's first knightings. The first time being Briana's own of course with their brother Brandyn and now here her first time knighting someone else as Grandmaster.

None could deny her sister had risen high.

Blaire watched Briana approach the lone figure kneeling in the center of the circle of light that Blaire and the others stood at the edge of.

The air was thick and sticky. The weight of it felt like she could slice pieces of the atmosphere and serve them on little silver trays.

Blaire was beginning to grow impatient as she felt a trickle of sweat run down her arm. Her dress would begin to cling to her soon and not in the ways she had intended. She was far too overdressed or maybe under dressed for this kind of thing out here in the jungle away from the climate controlled domes cities of New Cov. Part of her knew however that the jungle was not responsible for the climate inside this room.

The hot, heavy, sticky, oppressive buzz that swam here was no effect of the rainforest. It was The Force, grand and touching everything, here it nestled itself fully surrounding those with the gift to wield it and surrounding Blaire too who shared a touch of The Force as well. Her own secret piece of this thing she long thought had ignored her in favor of her siblings. They'd had The Force their whole lives, so did her mother, but Blaire, Blaire had grown up ungifted, ignored and Unblessed. That was until she had nearly died on Epica, her and her children as they grew inside her. It was only thanks to the quick thinking of Senator Achan that she and they survived.

Still months later she did not know all the details that went into saving her but she knew somehow The Force was involved. She knew that two of her children lived along with her. She knew that she was told the third had not lived. Yet, she knew he still lived. She knew because The Force told her. Screamed it to her every night and every morning. She did not know how to prove it true nor did she know how control whatever tiny connection she had to The Force.

Surely Brandyn or Briana could help her grow stronger or understand better but Blaire could not bring herself to tell either of them that she felt The Force no matter how tenuous the connection. It was secret and it was hers. To share with them that she was finally in her own way like them felt terrifying, as if somehow that would make it mean less or that she would no longer have it. They knew what it was better than she ever would and they would expect things of her if they knew. She did not want their expectations nor their worry.

She wanted their love and their faith though she doubted she had either and to worry them with a new found connection to The Force and ramblings about her son being alive was no way to earn either.

It was not just The Force surrounding them that Blaire could feel. She found herself being quite adept at reading the feelings of others. Next to her the boy, no, the young man was tense. She was surprised. Blaire thought he would be excited, joyful even, but when Briana had finally finished her speech and the Jedi gathered together to make their congratulations to the newly minted Knight, he did not move

"Was it everything you'd hoped it would be?" She asked the young man standing next to her.

'Young' felt like an odd way to describe anyone considering Blaire was not exactly anything approaching old herself but he was young. She was fair-skinned, though she kept quite the tan at all times of year. The young man was dark and of Korunai origin, taller than her by inches, though younger than her by more than half a decade. Blaire was in her mid twenties and he was hardly older than eighteen.

They stood near enough to each other to have clearly come together but the way they held themselves it was obvious they were not 'together'.

The young man, a pilot by the name of Dagos Terrek did not answer her straight away. Perhaps he did not hear over the buzz of The Force or the slight din of voices that rose to congratulate the new Jedi Knight. This surprised Blaire as well, on any other occasion she couldn't get Dagos to shut up. He would tell her this story or that joke or would comment on the readouts on his ship or the color of her nail polish. He had a crush and he didn't bother to hide it. Sure, it got annoying every so often but Blaire never discouraged him, not really, because every time that he found a joke that made her laugh or some story where she would tell him to go on, he would smile at her like he just won the lottery and Dagos had a very nice smile.

Moments after the knighting happened a large set of doors that led out into the courtyard opened letting in a wave of natural light and the thick wet atmosphere of the jungle that somehow lightened the air around them.

She could see more faces now and could place what she had been feeling in its proper context. Melancholy moved through the room in the shape of Lorn. A Jedi she had met and embarrassed herself in front of at the life day party. She should really find the time to apologize. She watched as he left the hall shirtless and joined a group of natives. For just a moment she wondered what he was doing and then he began wrapping his hands and she took better note of the others who were near him. They looked like fighters. Duh, Briana's invitation mentioned something about this.

She had an idea.

"Dag, why don't you join Lorn and them out there. See if you can fight or whatever it is they are getting ready to do." She told the young Korunai, a gentle hand placed on his arm.

"You think?" He asked, finally speaking to her. His voice full of uncertainty. "Joran said I was supposed to stay with you. Keep you safe a chit."

"Keep me out of trouble you mean," she said rolling her eyes. "Trouble is where I thrive," she told him devilishly. "Anyway, aren't you a smuggler? What smuggler do you know who gets worried about what his daddy thinks?"

Dagos' face screwed up like he was going to retort with an insult of his own but that quickly slipped away into that smile of his.

She assured him again that she would be fine on his own and watched as he practically ran outside to join the covies and Lorn and his companion who, well if Lorn was described as melancholy embodied then she was strength, Blaire was sorta rooting for her.

"Hey stranger!" Blaire said hoping she had successfully snuck up on her big brother, without any care in the galaxy about whether she was interrupting him doing something important since he was still near in the middle of congratulating the new Jedi Knight.

Brandyn Sal-Soren Briana Sal-Soren

 

[Makai Dashiell]

NEW COV

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Nolan Knightfall , Sibylla Abrantes , Open @ Objective One

Datapad buzzed in the breast pocket of his suit just as new bids for the crystal items came through. The half-Galan was thoroughly prepared for a bidding war. He was also very prepared to come out on top and offer non-traditional items as well. It hadn't come to that yet, they were just getting started. He fished the device out of his pocket.

</ I will cover the expenses for your bidded items. Enjoy the auction, Mr. Dashiell. >

Eyebrow raised. Behind him, he could feel Thirty-Seven shifting behind his shoulder to read the message. A human-esq move, considering the droid could access his messages at any moment.

[ Seems you have a secret admirer Sir. ] Humor was laced in the vocabulator of the droid.

Makai rolled his eyes at the comment, trying not to laugh. Poor form considering his admirer was probably watching him every so often to see if he was actually reading the message. He quickly typed back a response.

(( Mister Knightfall, I am flattered by your proposal but I am a happily married man. I do know an annoying blonde haired banker who may be interested. I can pass along his contact information ))

Datapad back in his pocket, he put his bids back in.

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Bids :

Shiraya's Embrace - 2,000UC
Shimmerform Sentinel - 2,000UC
Singing Tree of Eternal Flame - 3,000UC
Swampstone Band - 2,000UC

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

My post is coming in later, but I wanted to post current Auction Bids!

Naboo Artwork, Relics, and Artisanal Crafts

Shiraya's Embrace
Max Bid: 2,000 UCs Makai Dashiell
Current Bids:

• 1,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

Parallax Crystal
Max Bid: None
Current Bids:

The Moonveil Pendant
Max Bid: 1,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall
Current Bids:

• 1,000 UCs Phylis Alince

PGEM-Pf
Max Bid: None
Current Bids:

The Stone of Echoes
Max Bid: 3,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall
Current Bids: 3000 UCs Phylis Alince

The Singing Tree of the Eternal Flame
Max Bid: 2,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall
Current Bids:

• 2,000 UCs Makai Dashiell

Shimmerform Shiraya
Max Bid: 2,000 UCs Makai Dashiell
Current Bids:

• 1,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

First Edition Signed Lady Velvet Novels Set
Max Bid: 1,000 UCs Nolan Knightfall
Current Bids:

Private Holocall Session Ask Me Anything* with Lady Velvet, famous galactic novelist!
Max Bid: 1,000 UCs Nolan Knightfall
Current Bids:

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Gungan Artisinal Works

The Ventforged Fang
Max Bid: None
Current Bids:

The Swampstone Band
Max Bid: 2,000 UCs Makai Dashiell
Current Bids:

• 1,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

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Ships & Vehicles
J-type Apailana-class Elite Transport
Max Bid: 10,000 UCs Nolan Knightfall
Current Bids:

Tusk Cat-class Jedi Cruiser
Max Bid: None
Current Bids:

"Crotch Rocket" Speeder/Swoop Bike
Max Bid: None
Current Bids:

Lotus Expeditionary Information Frigat

Max Bid: 10,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall
Current Bids:

• 10,000 UCs Verity Suun

 

[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Open and also Sibylla Abrantes for bets

Phillip took a look at all of the donated pieces as he stood in the hall, trying his best to blend in with the crowd. His family had been invited to the auction and whilst he had wanted to avoid the auction and spend time at the Knighting, his parents had said otherwise. It wasn't that much of a disappointment but there was a part of Phillip that was starting to feel like he fit more with the Order of Shiraya than he did with his own family.

For now, he let his eyes scan over what was available on the auction as he adjusted his glasses ever so slightly. There wasn't much that would actually interest him. Plus he'd need to figure out how to explain to his family why he'd even put in a bit for something. That was the one good side of his family at least. He had some spending credits to use for things as he stared at the list in thought.

The Shiraya's Embrace seems like it could be useful for when I eventually make my lightsaber...but...would it be an unfair advantage for me?...It would enhance my capabilities but at the same way...it would be a crutch I need...Plus people are already trying to get that...Dad would probably like the Shimmerform...but it's not something I want. Lady Velvet stuff is just...an instant no. I guess I can try to go for the Parallax crystal. I can say that it was...important for my Jedi education...How does this thing work? I think I tap here...and then there...1000 Underworld Credits for the Parallax Crystal

With that, Phillip put his own little bid ahead for the crystal. Was it technically cheating to get his crystal this way? Maybe. Maybe it was the Will of the Force that he was here however, being made to spend time mingling amongst strangers when he didn't want to, instead of being with the people he knew...somewhat.

 

[Verity Suun]

Location: Mishra, Ilic, New Cov
Objective: One

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Suun's gaze slid over the crowd. A stranger in a strange land, she was. If anything happened, she was certain not to hear the end of it from her First. These people appeared at peace, but they'd heard the scuttlebutt of the masses as they explored the Southern Reaches. The galaxy was anything but peaceful. Still, there was being cautious and then there was being scared, and no Knight of the Imperium would ever allow themselves to be scared of merely what might happen. And if it did, they died in service to the Emperor.

Even stars eventually faded. Not that anyone spoke such a thought aloud for the implications it might house. Still, new stars could be born from the loss of the old as their dust is scattered throughout the cosmos.

A subtle sound drew her attention back to a nearby display. Suun regarded it dispassionately. It would seem another showed interest in the Frigate. But only a little. An increase of a single percent. Someone frugal with their finances, only wishing to spend the absolute minimum needed? Or someone testing the waters?

She could certainly understand the former, but as for the latter... Suun reached out to enter a new bid for the Lotus Expeditionary Information Frigate: 11,000 UC ( Sibylla Abrantes ).

Tag:: Open​