Faction Royal Fantasia Gala: A Celebration of Nations

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

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As was usual for Kurayami he was running up against the clock for the gala. Not out of sheer forgetfulness this time, surprising as that may be, no this time it was down to a maintenance issue with some of the fighters that were supposed to be used in the parade formation. Apparently some wrenchmonkey had managed to reverse the polarity of the thrust coils on one, the vectoring system controls were somehow miscalibrated on another and the third wouldn't stay ignited for an appreciable amount of time. Thankfully the first two were able to be replace be reserve craft and the third? Well it shouldn't have taken calling in Kurayami to figure out that they needed to refuel the damn thing. He was less than thrilled at the delay and was more than happy to be able to open the throttle on the modified 125-Z treadspeeder bike.

He watched the chrono tick down on the HUD inside his helmet, at least he had the forethought to wear the nice armor tonight and not his normal flightsuit. Easing the bike to a stop outside he checked to make sure that all weapons were left behind, with the exception of her saber. It was in a hardsided case tonight, one with an anti-sensor coating, but also maglocked. It was not a weapon tonight nor even visible to others. He only had it to keep the one who had first taught him how to survive these events nearby.

As he entered the event he removed the black and gold gammaplast helmet and clipped it to his belt , the chestplate and pauldrons giving off a strange sheen beneath the bright lights of the gala, still the breathmask remained in place, and he moved slowly paying no heed as there were whispers about the appearance of the scars that covered almost the entirety of his scalp as he looked around at those gathered. Already he spotted faces he recognized, few though they may be among the many whom he was unfamiliar with. Drazen Lutris was one who stood out, he had heard of the Kaggath against Lord Asmod and that the man now ruled Terminus. Not one to be underestimated by any metric. Taeli Raaf stood out as well, and she seemed to be in good spirits, which from what he knew was to be expected on a night such as this where levity and celebration were the focus of the evening. Judah Dashiell , business as always, Gerwald Lechner , he recongnized from their time in the Confederacy together, though he had not known the man all that well. The only other ones he knew offhand were Ivalyn Yvarro and Darth Carnifex . It would be highly unbecoming of him to not recognize his own niece or the twice Emperor of the Sith afterall. For now he made no move to engage any specific party still destressing from the earlier events in the hangar.

Thessa Kai | Astrid pentoghast | Tertius C. Nargath | Annika Starfire | Rulonom Laborr | Eira Dyn | Makai Dashiell | Seela Leini | Lord Tooka

 

[Fiolette Yvarro]

Fiolette stood before the mirror, adjusting the high collar of her traditional Imperial military uniform. The dark fabric, reminiscent of Royal Navy uniforms from an older era in Galidraan's history and it was meticulously tailored to her frame. A hint of lilac peeked through the inner lining of her black cape, matching the color of her wife's dress. The white cloth gloves she wore added a touch of elegance and tradition, a nod to her storied military career.

As she moved to help Taeli with her ensemble, Fiolette couldn't help but smile at her wife's frustration. Taeli's second dress, a stunning lilac gown with delicate silver and aurodium accents, highlighted her natural beauty. Fiolette adjusted the tiara in Taeli's hair with gentle precision and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"You look amazing as always, love," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "It's probably just the cut of the dress. You know how these things can be." She gave Taeli a tender kiss before linking arms with her, ready to head to their shuttle.

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The approach to the Grand Ravvitanal Palace was nothing short of spectacular. Fiolette took in the sight of the honor guards and the flyovers with a practiced eye, noting the increased military presence. The Concordia, a massive silhouette in the atmosphere over Kiruaagam, added to the grandeur of the event. As they walked arm in arm, surrounded by their family, Fiolette couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and happiness.

Taeli's comment about the increased number of guards caught her attention. "The escort around the Concordia was doubled from when it was here for the negotiations," she muttered quietly. "And they're feeling quite similar to some soldiers I recall facing some decades ago."

Fiolette nodded, her expression thoughtful. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say the Commonwealth is nothing more than a veneer for the First Order," she replied quietly. "They certainly know how to put on a show, but there's a distinct air of familiarity about all this."

Her eyes swept the crowd, taking in the presence of various dignitaries and military personnel. She noted Iaacen and Aerys in their full Commonwealth uniforms, their children following closely behind. The scene was a testament to their family's strength and unity, despite the complexities of their lives.

Fiolette's gaze shifted to Ivalyn, her granddaughter, who was overseeing the event with a keen eye. "Ivalyn, this looks fantastic," she said in greeting once Kaine had moved away to speak with Rulonom Laborr, Viceroy of the Trade Federation. She gave her granddaughter a radiant smile. "Truly a wonderful evening thus far, hope you're not too nervous for your speeches.

Turning to Gerwald Lechner and Naedira Darcath, Fiolette extended a warm greeting. "A good evening to you both as well, Lord Lechner and Lady Darcath. A pleasure to finally meet you."

As they continued through the Grand Atrium, Fiolette felt a sense of contentment wash over her. The combination of Najarkan and Galidraani architecture was stunning, blending tradition with modern elegance. She made a mental note to speak with the Dashiells later, as Taeli had suggested. The gala was an opportunity not just for diplomacy, but for healing and strengthening their family bonds.

She glanced back at their children and the rest of their retinue, her heart feeling light. The night promised to be unforgettable, and Fiolette was determined to make the most of it, both for her family and her position within the galaxy. With a confident stride and a loving smile for her wife, Fiolette embraced the evening, ready to face whatever came their way.

Which happened to be someone Fiolette couldn't quite recall having seen before or met, but he certainly made sure to almost blatantly ignore the Admiral. She let him finish his introduction, her silence a calculated move to emphasize her authority when she finally spoke.

"Marquis Nargath," Fiolette began, her voice cold and precise, cutting through the air with the sharpness of a well-honed blade. She stepped forward, placing herself firmly beside Taeli, making her presence impossible to ignore. "Admiral Fiolette Raaf." The rather brief if succint introduction now out of the way. Fio's piercing blue eyes locked onto his, the weight of her gaze unwavering. "It is customary, Marquis, to acknowledge both parties when approaching a couple. Your oversight is noted."

She paused, allowing her words to settle, before continuing with a slightly softer tone. "However, the Gala is indeed a place for both business and pleasure. If you wish to discuss your proposals, I suggest scheduling a proper meeting. Lady Raaf and I have a busy evening ahead, enjoying these festivities as you mentioned."

Fiolette's demeanor softened slightly as she turned to Taeli, giving her a small, reassuring smile before looking back at the Marquis. "For now, let us continue to enjoy the evening. We can arrange a more suitable time for discussions that require our full attention and respect." She inclined her head slightly, as she gently guided Taeli around Nargath. The Galidraani was certain that what he had to offer could be discussed at a later time.

"Perhaps, now, might be that later you spoke of when you mentioned approaching the Dashiells." Fio whispered with Taeli still on her arm. A small glance over her shoulder was all the Admiral needed, "and maybe, we get a sit down with the grandchildren. Provided, we can get around Aerys."

Iaacen and his children were happily engaged in conversation, a stark contrast to Aerys and her family.

Gerwald Lechner | Naedira Darcrath | Darth Carnifex | Rulonom Laborr | Taeli Raaf | Judah Dashiell | Makai Dashiell | Thessa Kai | Tertius C. Nargath

Aerys walked a few steps behind her mothers, her Commonwealth Army dress red uniform feeling like a cage. Her gloved hands were clasped behind her back, her posture rigid and formal. She loathed every moment of this gala, but the High Queen had practically forced her hand. At least Sæunn was with her, her wife's presence a small comfort in this sea of unwanted memories and insincere smiles.

She glanced at her daughters, walking beside and behind her, their eyes wide with curiosity and excitement. They were eager to meet their grandmothers, but Aerys couldn't muster the same enthusiasm. Taeli and Fiolette had abandoned her when she was young, leaving her to be raised by her older sisters. Their attempts to reconcile now felt hollow and too late.

"Try to keep an open mind, Aerys," Sæunn whispered, her hand gently touching Aerys's arm. "Tonight might be a step toward healing."

Aerys sighed, her jaw tightening. "I'm here, aren't I?" she replied, her tone clipped. "That's more than enough."

Ahead, her mothers walked arm in arm, their presence commanding attention. Taeli looked radiant in her lilac dress, and Fiolette's military uniform, accented with a matching lilac lining, exuded authority and elegance. It should have been a proud moment, but Aerys felt only a cold detachment.

As they approached the entrance to the Grand Ravvitanal Palace, the grandeur of the venue couldn't be ignored. The blend of Najarkan and Galidraani architecture was impressive, a testament to the Commonwealth's rich cultural tapestry. The honor guards in their resplendent gold, black, and red armor stood like statues, a reminder of the power and prestige on display. Aerys's eyes caught the distinct shape of the Concordia in orbit above the city, the increased escort around it not lost on her. Sæunn gave her a concerned look, but Aerys shrugged it off.

The family entered the grand atrium, and Aerys's heart sank further. She spotted Ivalyn, her niece, orchestrating the event with poise and grace. There was no escaping the night's obligations, not even the speech she had to deliver as part of the opening ceremonies.

"Stay close," she told her daughters, who were already eyeing the opulent surroundings with awe. "And remember, we're here for appearances. Don't get too attached."

Aerys couldn't help but notice the glances from her mothers as they mingled with the guests. She knew they wanted to bridge the gap, to heal the rift that had formed years ago. But for Aerys, the wounds were still too raw, the memories too painful.

As they made their way deeper into the hall, she steeled herself for the evening ahead. She was here out of duty, not desire. And while her daughters might be curious, Aerys was determined to keep her distance, protecting herself from the hurt that always seemed to follow.

 

[Lord Tooka]

Lord Tooka circled around the gorgeous Twilek, brushing her with her gown like cat would.
And like a cat she looked up to her, not submissive, but demanding.
She underhooked her arm and led the woman to the party.

The stench of Darth Carnifex's megalomania was perpetrating the Dark Side. Like a cat would acknowledge a stronger foe she avoided the monstrous leader and his retinue of worthless scum hoping for bits falling from the buffet of the mighty buffoon like womp rats hoping to scavenge from a rat-tailed grinning Nexu.

Behind her mask, she wrinkled her petite nose in disgust as the foul stench of the cancerous growth of capitalistic ambition joined in this miasma of clear darkness. A brownish yellow stink, tarnishing the shiny blackness of the true warrior splendor.
A to this metaphor fitting methane breathing Skakoan traitor, so evil and despicable he resonated strong in the Dark Side, joined the Darth of the Darths to sully his black splendor with underhanded, nefarious speak of treason and betrayal.
Please be angered and hack this excrement breather to pieces, Darth Carnifex! Let his pressure suit explode like a methane balloon!

Lord Tooka was driven from this scene to seek distraction at the main course. Nerf lamb in Ithorian mint! What a Coruscantian meal!
As a Sephi she should be horrified in disgust, but the former Thustrian had developed an appetite for meat as she was dehumanized as a slave of the Hutts who enjoyed force-feeding vegetarian species flesh.

"An apéritif, taking part at the diner or should we wait for the ball to start, Fragile Dancer? Or should we make small talk with some guests?"

Seela Leini

 

[Allyson Locke]

"Another party?" Allyson examined the invitation from both Darth Carnifex and Taeli Raaf . She hadn't expected another party so soon after the wedding reception. "The Sith sure like to party, I guess…" Never in her life had she found herself at this many parties. The thought of having such a carefree life was exhilarating; was this something she had missed? Dressing up for a party, meeting people, and not having your presence hidden, was this what living was like?

A dream, one that she would ignore for now. This was an excellent opportunity to continue to learn and observe. Her conversation with the Emperor haunted her, his words eating at every thought. Allyson thought she knew the Sith inside and out - enough to predict their next move. This could be what Kaine wanted to show her, proving she still had so much more to figure out. Taeli, on the other hand, seemed to have a genuine interest in letting the Corellian live her life. It was an odd feeling. The freedom she suddenly had was intoxicating. At least she had her own traumas to ground her.

"At this rate, I'm going to run out of clothes…" Allyson looked to her closet, deciding to observe but at least try and have fun. It was the least the Shadow could do. It wasn't every day she got to go to a party and not worry about the whispers.

//: OPEN //:
//: Outfit //:

Allyson chose to stay simple. The slacks and pressed shirt of the tuxedo hugged her form, moving with each step as she nodded at people who looked her way. The major players of the Sith were around; she could feel them through the Force. Knowing she was in the middle of the snake's den, the Corellian suppressed her force energy. The last thing she wanted was to draw too much attention to herself. The suppression was simple, a skill she had grown accustomed to performing even when she was around fellow Jedi.

A hand ran gently through her brown hair, brushing it back and away from her face as she continued to see the entrance area. She had heard about the galas the Galidraani would throw. Allyson tried to recall if she had ever gotten a chance to attend one; if she had, it was lost to memories belonging to another face and another name.

Knowing her luck, the memory belonged to one face that still brought her nightmares and blissful dreams of what-ifs. For a brief moment, her mind trailed to the former Head Inquisitor. Allyson hoped the woman had found happiness where she had gone. Hope was all she had when it came to Jorryn.

Nerves started to get to her, and she adjusted the open collar and loose necktie. Get yourself together, Locke; this isn't your first rodeo. Allyson gave herself a quick pep talk and then settled back into herself, and with hands in her pockets, she continued to look around for anything or anyone familiar.

Allyson wondered what the evening had in store for her, finally feeling free.

 

[Kaivaan Raaf]

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Kaivaan adjusted his Dosuunian-style robes, taking a deep breath as he glanced around the opulent surroundings of the Royal Fantasia Gala. The ornate decorations, the elegantly dressed attendees, and the vibrant atmosphere were almost overwhelming. It was his first night out since being freed from Darth Strosius' grasp, and while the memories of that ordeal still haunted him, he was determined to make the most of the evening.

Beside him, his father, Iaacen, stood tall and proud in his Commonwealth Starfighter Corps dress blues. Kaivaan took comfort in his father's presence, feeling a sense of security he hadn't felt in a long time. Behind him, his siblings Vikar and Aleya, dressed in equally regal robes and gowns, whispered to each other, their expressions a mix of awe and nervousness. The grandeur of the event was a stark contrast to the harrowing months they had endured.

They had been healing at their grandmothers' Genesian villa, a sanctuary where they could begin to piece their lives back together. The kindness and care they had received from their grandmothers, Taeli and Fiolette, had been a beacon of hope in their darkest times. Kaivaan was deeply grateful for their rescue, a debt of gratitude that words could scarcely convey.

As he looked around the gala, Kaivaan's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. Relief at being back in Commonwealth space, a place he had always called home. Anxiety about facing the public after such an ordeal. And a flicker of determination to reclaim his life and stand tall once more. He knew the road to recovery would be long, but he was ready to take the first step.

Kaivaan's resemblance to his grandmother Taeli was uncanny, a fact not lost on many attendees who stole glances in their direction. He stood a bit straighter, shoulders squared, channeling the strength and poise he had seen in her countless times. Tonight was a chance to begin anew, to show that he and his siblings were not broken by their captivity but were instead resilient and unyielding.

His eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the faces of people he had once known and those who were strangers. The weight of their collective gaze pressed down on him, but he refused to falter. He knew that there were eyes on him, judging, sympathizing, and perhaps even doubting. But Kaivaan was determined to prove that he was more than just a survivor. He was a fighter, a future leader, and someone worth rallying around.

A gentle nudge from his father brought him back to the present. Iaacen gave him a reassuring smile, a silent reminder that he was not alone. Kaivaan returned the smile, feeling a surge of warmth and strength. With his family by his side and the support of those who cared about him, he knew he could face whatever lay ahead.

As the evening progressed, Kaivaan engaged with guests, his voice steady and his demeanor composed. He shared stories of his recovery, expressed his gratitude to his grandmothers, and allowed himself to be embraced by the warmth of the community. Each interaction, each kind word, fortified his resolve.

By the end of the night, Kaivaan felt a renewed sense of purpose. He was back in Commonwealth space, surrounded by family and friends. The road ahead was still uncertain, but he was ready to walk it with his head held high. And as he looked around at the faces of those who had come to support him, he knew that he wasn't alone.

Taeli Raaf | OPEN​

 

[Darth Xyrah]

There was quite the commotion by the entrance of the Grand Atrium when an unexpected arrival made it to the party. Darth Xyrah, one of Carnifex's beloved spouses, had just shown up after being mysteriously absent from the public eye for a while, having retired from their former duties as ruler of Eliad and leader of the Sith Imperial Banking Clan. Since that time, Darth Xyrah had been enjoying much needed rest and seclusion on Dromund Kaas, spending time recuperating in the presence of his husband, Darth Carnifex and his other spouses.

He'd shown up to the party in an exotic, stylish golden dress which accentuated his highly effeminate physique nicely, always one for looking absolutely fabulous at such lavish occasions. He quickly approached his husband, as well as his old friend and business associate, Rulonom Laborr , a warm smile upon his face. "Apologies for the delay, husband. I just had to fix my makeup.", he said, his lips and eyes freshly coated with sparkly golden lipstick and eyeliner. Gold had always been his favorite color, after all. One he used for a great many things, both beautiful and practical.

He then beamed a smile towards Rulonom. "Ahh! Rulonom, my old friend. It's always good to see you. Discussing business with my husband, are we? I have my own I'd love to discuss with you as well, when you're finished."

 

[Iuuna Talon]

Eira Dyn | Allyson Locke | OPEN​

Eira would not be alone at the Gala, as her master, Iuuna Talon, had just arrived. Iuuna had considered leaving Eira to her own devices for the evening, but it had been quite some time since she herself had enjoyed a party. Adjusting her shawl, she pressed onward toward the Grand Atrium, her heels clicking with confidence against the polished marble floors.

Iuuna paused briefly, taking in the opulence of the palace. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over the elegantly dressed attendees, and the grandeur of the surroundings was unmistakable. She allowed herself a moment to appreciate the lavishness before making her way into the palace proper, her movements graceful and deliberate.

As she entered the Grand Atrium, Iuuna surveyed the crowd with a discerning eye. The gathering was larger than she had anticipated, a sea of faces and finery. Yet, it wouldn't take long for her to spot her apprentice. Gliding through the throng, she scrutinized those present, noting the usual players of the Empire—Carnifex, even her uncle's brother.

Draped in a gown of deep burgundy that clung to her figure, the fabric shimmering subtly with her every step, Iuuna exuded an air of regal elegance. Her shawl, a delicate lace of black and gold, framed her shoulders and added an extra touch of sophistication to her ensemble. Her silvery-white hair was styled in loose waves, cascading over her shoulders, and her makeup was flawless, highlighting her striking features.

A hint of disappointment flickered in her eyes as she scanned the room. The usual suspects failed to capture her interest until her gaze landed on a woman in a suit. The woman's presence was commanding, her attire sharply tailored, and Iuuna's curiosity was piqued. She made a mental note to approach her later in the evening, her mind already contemplating the possibilities.

For now, her focus returned to her apprentice. "Eira, darling," she called out, her voice smooth and assured. "My apologies, I hope I'm not too late. Everything well? You look fabulous."

As she approached Eira, her demeanor was poised and commanding, her presence exuding the haughtiness of someone accustomed to being the center of attention. The evening promised intrigue and perhaps more, but for now, she would ensure her apprentice was well attended to.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

FANTASIA GALA

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Thessa Kai | Judah Dashiell | Open

Don't you ever worry about Makai?

Adjusting his floral tuxedo jacket, Makai rolled his eyes slightly behind his parents as they talked. Turned out, he was third-wheeling with this parents now. His date, Lady Thorne, must have grown tired of trying to be set up and left him for someone she knew while attending the University of Courscant. Considering they were friends and he had brought her with him to get her out of the Tingel Arm, to make some friends. Seems she was already on her way.

"Mom, I'm right behind you two, I can hear."

He figured after the introductions were underway, he would grab a drink and mingle around and stop following the pair. Until then, it looks like they were stuck as one little family unit. Not the worst thing in the world, but he wasn't going to tag along like a lost little duckling all night long.

"Don't worry Mom, I doubt Dad will get punched this time. No Jedi in attendance, so we shouldn't need to worry about that mug of his getting clocked this time around. I don't think he's actually gone anywhere since Naboo either, so we get to see if that was a one time event or the new standard."

A little fun at his fathers expense? Naturally.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"And I feel naked without my blaster,"

"Security seems tight here, I wouldn't worry too much. Between Commonwealth guards and personal body guards in attendance, there's enough to start a small army here."

Making their way to Ivalyn Yvarro , Judah heard Makai speak up from behind them about the entire incident on Naboo. It had really soured his tastes for these things, which was a shame since as he always joked, these events were where he got free cigars and talked shop on the balcony. It didn't seem tonight his ex-wife was going to let him sneak away to smoke though. Maybe if Makai stepped into his spot escorting her around.

"Let's not discuss that tonight or put it in the atmosphere, shall we?" Judah looked back at the half-Galan. "No suggestions that I have 'one of those faces' or anything similar either."

 

[Seela Leini]

Location: Grand Ravvitanal Palace, Palatial District, Kiruaagam - Najarka
Attire: Dress
Tag: Lord Tooka

Seela’s eyes shot wide open as it suddenly dawned on her that she now somewhat towered over Lord Tooka, where previously she had been slightly shorter than her date. As the Sith ace was not one for heels, she retained all of her feline-like grace as she circled around Seela and brushed at her gown, causing the Twi’lek’s pastel cerulean features to manifest a stark crimson undershade. Such was the intimacy of the display that Seela almost felt pampered, eyelashes fluttering with excitement as it transpired.

Unfortunately, as Lord Tooka’s face was hidden beneath her helmet, Seela could not witness her beauty in turn. Nevertheless, Seela did not dare ask why the Sephi had opted to conceal her visage from the world. That was her right and not one that the Twi’lek would seek to infringe upon. Thus, when the Sephi under hooked her arm, Seela offered her a cautious smile, before allowing herself to be led into the grand hall.

In doing so, Seela found herself trailing not too far behind the Eternal Father. Of course, Seela had no way of knowing that Lord Tooka despised Him. While her own feelings on the Sith’ari were in stark opposition to those of her date’s, the Twi’lek dared not let her eyes linger for too long in His direction. However, she allowed herself one last breath of His all Eclipsing Shadow before being led away and escorted deeper into the grand hall. Moments later, the hostess herself ( Ivalyn Yvarro ) arrived to offer the pair a greeting. Seela acknowledged her with all the proper etiquette and protocols before exchanging brief pleasantries. Then, the engagement came to a quick end. The woman was doubtlessly extremely busy, especially for an event of such extreme grandiosity. Fortunately, the hostess’ quick departure gave Seela that much more time to take in the aura of the occasion, while also enjoying the company of her date.

From there, Seela found herself being led towards the bar—the Gilded Chalice. She allowed herself a brief moment to absorb the scene as a number of guests stood outside, seemingly waiting for it to open. However, a slight frown came over her features as it dawned on her what exactly the purpose of such an establishment was.

Alcohol, of course.

"An apéritif, taking part at the diner or should we wait for the ball to start, Fragile Dancer? Or should we make small talk with some guests?"

“I can not drink, Lady Tooka.” Seela frowned. “But, I would be happy to indulge in the mocktail menu!” She added.

 

[Firrerreo]

Sell Yourself Emporium™ was now open.

Firrerreo was dressed in the uniform of the Academy, sans the goofy helmet and incredibly high.. Neck coverings? Head coverings? He wasn't sure what their purpose was at all, but the most they did was block his hearing ad his line of sight. It made sense for the students to be faceless at times, as part of the lessons. Right now, though? No.

No he was here to make an appearance and get himself a higher ranking sponsor. He wasn't blind to the game there. They provided everything their student might need. Acted as unspoken protection. As well as a possible threat, depending. But the benefits far outweighed the risks, and Fir was certainly here to make use of those benefits as much as he could.

So he stood to the side, smiling softly to each that looked his way before he patiently waited for the festivities to start proper. Then he'd reach out, start making himself seen. Known.

He'd make this night amazing, if only for himself.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Dress for the Occasion
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The approach from the Marquis Tertius C. Nargath was surprising as she was unfamiliar with both him and the corporation he purported to run, although he certainly seemed to know her. Her reputation always preceded her, whether it be from the corporations she controlled or her standing within the Sith, it was always a necessary task to engage with people wanting to work with her. However, she would shoot quick glance to her wife as Fiolette bristled at being ignored and cut into the introduction herself.

"Perhaps later on in the evening, Marquis, once the opening ceremonies have concluded and the party is fully engaged," she said, offering a softer approach than her wife, the diplomat to the warrior. It would give the Marquis time to put together a proposal to offer her, and she wouldn't have to think about business negotiations before she had to give one of the opening speeches. "Until later tonight, Marquis." she would say as Fiolette led them and their family further into the crowd mingling within the Grand Atrium.

Her gaze would flicker over to where their middle child and her family had gathered themselves, keeping aloof, and even from this distance she could feel the cold bitterness. Fixing her relationship with this daughter would not be nearly as easy as patching things up with Iaacen and his part of it, but she would try. Her daughter's wife looked radiant and she looked forward, hopefully, to being introduced to her and young girls with Aerys. More grandchildren... she would shake her head as Fiolette would feel, once again, how strange that thought was for her.

"I do think you're right," she said, steering both her and Fiolette to where Judah Dashiell and his wife or date and his son Makai Dashiell and his escort for the evening Thessa Kai were in the atrium. As they passed through towards the Dashiells, she noted with a small smile at the corner of her lips the appearance of Allyson Locke who was likely surprised by the joint invitation sent by Taeli and Kaine, but then, they were continuing to keep her within the web. She also noticed that Kaivaan Raaf , her grandson, was trying to carry himself like them as they moved through the crowd.

"I think someone has found some idols," she muttered, smiling wider as they finally got to the Dashiells. "Mr. Dashiell, and Mr. Dashiell, it is a pleasure to finally meet you two in person. I wanted to thank you both for your efforts out in the Scarred Worlds and for the particular attention you both have extended to the Centrality. I deeply appreciate it."

She would look at her wife.

"Apologies, where are my manners? This is my wife, Admiral Fiolette Yvarro ."

Tags for other attendees already present
Darth Carnifex Rulonom Laborr Astrid pentoghast Annika Starfire Iuuna Talon Eira Dyn Firrerreo Gerwald Lechner Drazen Lutris Seela Leini Lord Tooka Darth Xyrah Kurayami Bloodborn​

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

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Ivalyn Yvarro had meticulously planned every detail of the Royal Fantasia Gala, and as she moved through the crowd, she ensured everything was running smoothly. Her keen eye caught the tiniest imperfection, and her presence radiated a blend of authority and elegance.

"Thank you, grandmothers," Ivalyn replied, her voice steady and confident. "A little nervous, perhaps, but nothing I can't handle." After exchanging pleasantries, Ivalyn briefly stepped away to greet other guests. When she returned to her grandmothers, she brought Merryn with her.

After Taeli had introduced Fiolette, Ivalyn took the opportunity to interject, "Mr. Dashiell, a pleasure to see you again." A beat, "I see you've just met my grandmothers, Lady Taeli Raaf and Admiral Fiolette Yvarro." She offered out her hand to the two women, if she had to hazard a guess it was that the younger one of the two was the son.

Briefly she turned to Fiolette and Taeli. "Grandmothers, I'd like you to my beautiful date for the evening," Ivalyn said, introducing the brunette with blue eyes who stood confidently by her side. While Ivalyn knew Merryn worked for her grandmother, she still felt it appropriate to introduce her as her date. "Merryn."

Just then, Iaacen joined the group along with his children, Kaivaan, Vikar, and Aleya not far behind. He grinned mischievously at Ivalyn. "Another date, Ivalyn? You do know the concept of a second date, right?"

Ivalyn chuckled, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, Uncle Iaacen, always the comedian. I'll have you know, Merryn is special. Besides, isn't Órla on her way?" She watched with amusement as her uncle's confident facade crumbled, his expression shifting to one of a deer caught in headlights.

As if on cue, Órla approached, her presence commanding attention. Iaacen's children moved to hug their mother, while Órla shot Iaacen a mean look before turning to Ivalyn with a smile. Ivalyn should feel bad for ambushing Iaacen, but she didn't, Órla had been quite crossed when she had heard what happened to her children and it seemed Iaacen had a lot to explain.

"Órla, you look stunning," Ivalyn said, returning the smile. "And just in time. The Dashiells have joined us." She turned to Judah Dashiell, whom she had met at a business function. "Mr. Dashiell, my apologies for the chaos. This is my uncle Iaacen, his wife Órla, and their children Kaivaan, Vikar, and Aleya." She knew the looks that might happen given that she and Iaacen were practically the same age but that was a problem for her grandmother Fiolette to explain. "And if I'm not mistaken, over there would be, Aerys and her wife Sæunn and their daughters. I'm sure they'll swing by to meet with you at some point."

Ivalyn gave Taeli and Fio a look, she knew the situation as much as they did and at this point it would be up to Aerys to interact. Meanwhile the Dosuunian excused herself and Merryn, flashing a charming smile. "If you'll excuse us, Merryn and I need a moment before the opening ceremonies."

As they walked away, Merryn leaned in. "So, am I really special, or was that just for show?"

Ivalyn smirked, her dry humor evident. "Oh, you're special, Merryn. But don't let it go to your head."

Merryn laughed softly. "I wouldn't dare."

They shared a brief, intimate moment before Ivalyn's responsibilities called her back. The evening was still young, and there was much to be done, but for now, she allowed herself to enjoy the company of someone who made the chaos of the gala feel a little more manageable. Ivalyn exited the grand atrium and made her way to Monarch Hall.

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In a quiet, secluded room of the Grand Ravvitanal Palace, Ivalyn Yvarro stood before a full-length mirror. She gracefully slipped out of one exquisite Najarkan couture gown and into another—a stunning creation of shimmering white adorned with beautiful gold accents and trims. Her hair was elegantly pulled up, allowing the intricate gold collar of her gown to be fully appreciated, and her gold earrings glinted in the soft light. With a final glance in the mirror, she took a deep breath, ready to address the guests.

The announcement echoed through the palace, signaling the opening of Monarch Hall. The guests at the Royal Fantasia Gala were gently guided towards the stunning Monarch Hall, a breathtaking fusion of Najarkan and Galidraani architecture. The Grand Ravvitanal Palace's design, with its intricate arches and elegant details, mirrored the unity that the evening symbolized. As the Royal Symphony Orchestra's music softly faded, an announcement echoed through the palace, signaling the opening of Monarch Hall.

The master of ceremonies waited behind the stage as guests continued to file into the grand ballroom. When most of the guests and dignitaries had filed in, the orchestra played her on. Curtains pulled back, Ivalyn walked across the grand stage out in front of the orchestra and approached the microphone. Her presence exuded confidence and grace as she prepared to speak to the gathered dignitaries and guests.

"Distinguished guests, esteemed allies, and dear friends," she started, her voice carrying warmth and authority. "Welcome to the Royal Fantasia Gala, a celebration of nations and the union of the Dosuunian Commonwealth of Nations with the Sith Empire. Tonight, we gather not only to honor this significant alliance but also to acknowledge the shared vision and collective efforts that have brought us together."

Ivalyn paused, allowing her words to resonate. The significance of the evening was palpable, and she aimed to make everyone feel at ease and understand the importance of their presence.

"The decision to hold this gala in Kiruaagam is deeply symbolic," she continued. "It was here, in this very city, that the negotiations took place. Kiruaagam, with its rich history and cultural heritage, serves as a reminder of our commitment to fostering unity and cooperation. It stands as a testament to what we can achieve when we come together with mutual respect and shared goals."

She smiled, looking out at the diverse assembly of guests. "Our journey has not been without challenges, but it is through these trials that we have forged stronger bonds. The Dosuunian Commonwealth and the Sith Empire now stand united, ready to face the future with unwavering resolve and a renewed sense of purpose."

Ivalyn's gaze shifted to her step-grandmother, and she felt a surge of pride. "It is my honor to introduce one of the key negotiators of this historic meeting, a woman whose dedication and leadership have been instrumental in bringing us to this moment. Please join me in welcoming Lady Taeli Raaf."

As the audience applauded, Ivalyn stepped aside, her heart swelling with a sense of accomplishment. The evening had only just begun, but the foundation for a memorable and meaningful celebration had been set.

Taeli Raaf | Darth Carnifex | Firrerreo | Gerwald Lechner | Drazen Lutris | Seela Leini | Lord Tooka | Darth Xyrah | Kurayami Bloodborn | Judah Dashiell | Makai Dashiell | Eira Dyn | Astrid pentoghast | Rulonom Laborr | Annika Starfire | Allyson Locke | Thessa Kai | Tertius C. Nargath | Naedira Darcrath | John Locke ​

 

[Srina Talon]

Tag: TBA [ Darth Empyrean ] - Maybe?
Appearance: XoXo
Location: Monarch Hall Ballroom [Listening to the Address]
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The overwhelming show of force was expected.

The milk-pale woman arrived to the event rather quietly. There was no fanfare. No announcement of her name, title, or anything that might disrupt the carefully crafted atmosphere. A delicate hand turned over her invitation to the while she was evaluated thoroughly for weaponry and the like by the Marine Commandos. They would find nothing obvious, though, there were two rings on her fingers that could easily be considered as such. One was her wedding ring. The other a gift from her husband…

Certainly…In the interest of moving forward they would not deny her that.

Srina had no reason to bring destruction to this event, nor, was she offended by the lack of trust. The Sith Order might not have been the Sith Empire but the Commonwealth had every reason to fear the superpower that had encompassed their once sovereign territory. The reaction to the presence of so many darksiders in their midst was contradictory. It was meant to be an expression of warning and strength. But…It only reminded the Empress of fragility.

They were frightened.

They should be.

If for some reason all out nuclear war befell this gathering while she was still planetside there would be no number of soldiers, star fighters, or "Force Assessors" that would be capable of turning the tide. This beautiful planet, full of life, with intelligent and traditional people would face an extinction level event that would make Tion look like the Sith had merely taken a very, very long walk. This wondrous place full of resources and culture would suffer for generations…And for what?

Because some delinquent said "Boo" and some Marine with an itchy trigger finger responded with "Bet" and lit up the sky.

It was appropriate levels of foolishness. Fear had done what it was created to do—Evoke a response. Srina, expected nothing less.

With that truth in mind, she let herself wander the allotted gilded area with the sole intent of mindful exploration. Her mood was dour from reasons that had nothing to do with the Commonwealth and everything to do with her personal life. For one—Her husband would not be present. It had been far too long since she'd set eyes on him, and even longer, since she'd been able to look at him without feeling…Far more than she was equipped to deal with.

How could one feel so strongly for someone else in equal and opposite directions?

It was maddening.

With his ongoing war efforts, it was a requirement that she attend the celebration of nations without him. It would likely be considered dismissive of the efforts of the Commonwealth if at least one of them didn't arrive. She would stay as long as the night willed. The conversations surrounding her distracted her from items that did not need her to dwell. It was done.

That didn't mean she had to like it.

"…Thank you.", she murmured when a member of the waitstaff offered her a glass of something bubbly and light. The young man seemed to stare for a moment too long and she was able to watch a myriad of emotion sweep over his features. Curiosity—And then his visage went deathly pale. The ghostly smile that she offered in response seemed to terrify him further and he backed up with a thousand apologies. Either the aureate of her eyes had betrayed her as Sith…Or her reputation preceded her.

She spent the next while pretending to sip the beverage while focusing on the artwork that lined the walls. Srina didn't think anyone would come to her to speak about business and unless something went wrong…Her best conversationalist would be her own shadow. It was the only thing that wouldn't hold her taciturn nature and cold stare against her.

Eventually, they were ushered forward to hear a speech from the host. It was pretty. Touched with hope and the notion of a better future…Until a member of the Dark Council was pulled on stage. For a nation filled with such fear, such horror, that they left their defensive forces bare for all to see…

They honored the Lady of Secrets.

The wintry Empress rose her glass just a touch at that.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Outfit: Dress
Tag: Iuuna Talon | Srina Talon | Allyson Locke

Eira saw many enter and begin to mingle, she was watching as a wallflower, for now she was just an acolyte with too much to prove before she dared to approach others and attempt to hold a conversation. There was too much risk that she would leak information or say something to dishonour her mentor and that was a risk she would aim to avoid. Instead, listening, observing and watching how others moved around the gala. That would guide Eira in how she should act and behave. How Eira should speak and present herself.

When Iuuna approach, Eira bowed politely, spotting that a woman in the crowd had caught the glint of her mentor. It had been subtle but it proved some insight into the preferences that her mentor held. She held back a smirk and did not say anything, at least for now, she might help her mentor find her path to the woman later on. For now, Iuuna wished to interact with Eira and she appreciated the attention. "Thank you Master. The dress. I know it is not usual apparel for a black tie event such as this but it was a style, fashion that suited my look as well as holding a lot of class." Or at least, Eira thought the dress held a lot of grace and class.

It had also been a costly dress that Eira would never had usually spend.

"I am currently just observing the party goers and understanding how one must hold themselves." Eira mentioned and then noticed Empress Srina, "Master. The Empress is here. Shall we greet her? Or I can greet her and keep her company while you enjoy conversing with others, if any catch your eye." Eira offering the chance for her Master to meet and interact with the woman she had spotted previously. While Eira had only met the Empress once, she hoped that she could be of pleasing presence for the Empress to enjoy during this event.

 

[Fiolette Yvarro]

The Grand Atrium of the Grand Ravvitanal Palace was a stunning blend of Najarkan and Galidraani architecture, with high ceilings, intricate detailing, and a warm, inviting ambiance. Soft lighting illuminated the space, highlighting the elegant decor and the gathered guests in their finest attire. The murmur of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the gentle strains of the Royal Symphony Orchestra filled the air.

"Mr. Dashiell, and Mr. Dashiell," Fiolette greeted warmly, giving her wife a cheeky grin. Before she could say more, Ivalyn interjected with introductions, and Fiolette turned to greet Merryn. "Wonderful to meet you." Although Fiolette wasn't sure she'd met much of the Aurora Industries staff, she wasn't surprised to see Merryn out, knowing Taeli had probably mentioned it.

Fiolette maintained her composure as Ivalyn and Iaacen exchanged playful banter. Órla, stunning in an emerald gown, wore pearl earrings and a statement necklace, her wavy red hair cascading down her shoulders. "Órla, a pleasure to meet you. I am Fiolette, and this is Taeli, Iaacen's mothers."

Órla graciously responded, "Pleased to meet you both, and I am very, very grateful to you for bringing my wee ones back." She gave Iaacen a look that made Fiolette feel a twinge of sympathy for her son. Spotting Nerralyn nearby, Fiolette turned back to the Dashiells with a smile.

"And this here is Nerralyn, mine and Taeli's oldest daughter," Fiolette introduced warmly. She took a breath, "There are a lot of us tonight, I do apologize."

"Well, have no worries. Iaacen and I need to have a bit of a chat," Órla remarked. "It was certainly wonderful to meet you both, Mr. Dashiells. Children, stay with your aunties or nans, no wandering off, you lot, got it?"

The children nodded obediently as Órla took Iaacen's hand. "Your father and I need to have a wee chat." Iaacen, looking like he might want help, was led away by his wife, but no help would be forthcoming.

Fiolette beamed and glanced at the time, watching Ivalyn from afar. "It seems the opening ceremonies will be starting soon," she noted, looking over at her wife and then toward Aerys. "It would be rather good of someone to help their mother."

Sæunn, already leading her wife toward the group, spoke up. "Aerys was just about to help her mother to the ballroom," she said, bringing her daughters forward. "Once the ceremonies have concluded, perhaps Admiral, we can have a small chat ourselves. I'd so love it if you and Taeli could get to know the girls a little."

"That sounds amazing," Fiolette acknowledged, just as Sæunn guided the girls past them, discussing something about fixing dresses. Aerys adjusted her uniform and looked over at Taeli. Fiolette looked between them both, then stepped around the pair, she paused only to give Taeli a kiss on the cheek and a reassuring squeeze of her hand. The Galidraani returned her attention to the Dashiells.

"My apologies again," she said. "We haven't had all the children together like this in years. I am quite pleased to hear you were able to assist my wife out in Centrality. Anyone who is willing to assist my wife is a friend of mine, I'd say." She remarked with an almost uncharacteristic, but warm, smile.

"Oh and I don't believe we've been introduced," she began, an attempt at meeting the gorgeous Galan in the company of the Dashiells. "Fiolette Yvarro." The music died down, and an announcement had been made. "Well it seems the opening ceremonies are beginning, shall we?" Fiolette guestured toward Monarch Hall, as the huge doors began to open.

Taeli Raaf | Judah Dashiell | Makai Dashiell | Thessa Kai
OPEN​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Dark Lord's veiled face did not turn towards the Viceroy, but there was little doubt that He was addressing him all the same. "So long as the tithe rolls in, so long as the quotas are met or exceeded, and so long as your actions do not negatively impact our Empire's designs, the Empire -- and the Emperor -- will gift the Trade Federation the rights to establish an industrial presence on Sullust. Long occupation by nations of lesser will has left most of the planet's resources untapped. I can assure you, Viceroy, the Empire does not care what methods are used to seize the wealth of the earth."

There were many worlds in this part of the Outer Rim that had been more carefully conserved by foreign powers. Laws and regulations prevented the least scrupulous organizations from tapping into the full potential of entire star systems, to preserve their populations, their environments. The Sith cared not for such things, they would permit the rampant defoliation of whole worlds so long as it fed the Empire; especially it's war machine. Corporations like the Trade Federation could line their pockets if they wished, but so long as the tribute to the Sith was observed.

"All things," continued the Dark Lord after a short pause, "Are brought about through the Assembly. It is not the Senate of the Alliance, it does not hold such sway over policy. The Dark Council rules the Assembly, and the Assembly acts consultatively. You will find that they will be quite amiable to your request." The Assembly had been born of His design, the Dark Lord of the Kainate having been given the unique privilege of orchestrating the political reforms for the Empire. If one looked closely, one would find Carnifex's ideology stamped across nearly all segments of the Sith Empire.

The Dark Lord's eyes settled on His wife, Saryn, as he approached. The golden dress he wore barely concealed his lithe, athletic frame, accentuating the carefully cultivated portions of fat the younger man took great care to flaunt. It was in stark contrast to the Dark Lord, whose voluminous cloak -- when drawn about His body -- smoothed out His sihlouette until it was virtually amorphous.

"Indeed, Xyrah. I will let my wife continue this conversation, know that we are allied in such things. In time, we will further discuss Sullust's fate." It was all but assured in the end, the Dark Lord would see it done. But His gaze was drawn towards the grand stage, watching as Ivalyn Yvarro began to speak to all assembled. The Dark Lord listened quietly, allowing her words to be absorbed and analyzed. When Taeli Raaf was honored and brought forth to speak, the Dark Lord took this time to move away from the Viceroy and Saryn for the time being.

He would then find Himself approaching the Silver Dragon, His shadowy presence a dark blemish compared to her shimmering radiance. But there was little trepidation found between them, no awkwardness or uncertainty. It was completely upended by a deep sense of familiarity, exceedingly intimate and beyond what many might believe them capable of. The Dark Lord's eyes looked into those of the Sith Empress as He took up position beside her, His shadow wordlessly falling across her.

"How do you fare?" Was all He said to her.

Rulonom Laborr | Darth Xyrah | Srina Talon ​

 

[Tertius C. Nargath]

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Spoiler: attire

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While he had hoped to have at the very least made a proper impression upon the former CEO of the distinguished and well-known Aurora Industries with whome the N&Z had a small contract with in the distant past, it seemed that in his pursuit to make this proper introduction, he had mistakenly managed to neglect Taeli Raaf 's paramoor Fiolette Yvarro .

Even if he had wished to protest the obvious militaristic woman's harsh and dominating denouncement of his actions, the Marquis could only show a faint smile as he apologetically bowed towards the woman, defying her dismissive nature by at the very least show her that he would not lose his cool or his temper and that an Eriaduan would live up to his faults and mistakes with the pride that comes within an already militaristic culture. "My deepest apologies for this breach of decorum, Admiral."

When Lady Raaf seemed to show some compassion for the Marquis' plight, he simply dismissed it with a wave of his hand, showing that he understood and accepted the situation for what it was. "I will look forward to any conversation in regards to business and culture with both you and your esteemed other half."

As the pair left him behind, tailed by what he assumed to be their children and...grandchildren, Tertius momentarily wondered if everyone in this place was family and whether or not all members of this family were blessed with some sort of elusive longevity. After all, at least Lady Raaf had to have been fifty or beyond that already and yet seemed to be younger than himself at first glance. Shrugging his shoulders and taking in the atmosphere of the festivities, Tertius enjoyed his drink and kept himself a low profile, considering it was best not to make a bad impression like he had already accidentally done with the admiral. "These are festivities after all, best not to sour too many people's mood."

However, even if he had chosen to do this, the Marquis of House Nargath spotted someone who just like that man who seemed to be identified as the highest authority within the Sith Empire, gave him a chill of sorts, but her impact was different. When his system had been incorporated within the CIS, she was part of them, he had seen her in recordings of the old senate meetings, especially the ones that eventually decided the fate of his own family. To see Srina Talon , a woman whose strangely ethereal presence and undeniable beauty had mystified Tertius even in his youth made him wonder...considering the CIS was no more, what she was up to now.

Calmly, without attempting to draw any attention, the Marquis moved through the crowd, reaching to grasp a second glass of wine from one of the servers' trays, closing in the distance between himself and the mysterious woman, while keeping his eyes also on the address made by the host of the festival, Tertius really wanted to try his best to get close to the ethereal and luminous presence that captivated him so. However, when it looked like so many others seemed to converge near her, Tertius hold still and placed his empty glass on another server's tray, switching the wine glass he held to his dominant hand and simply nodding politely to some local dignitaries, hoping he could perhaps pick up something interesting from the growing group of strange, yet captivating people...

Darth Carnifex | Srina Talon

 

[Rulonom Laborr]

V I C E R O Y
THE TRADE FEDERATION

Darth Carnifex Darth Xyrah ​

There was no mistaking the reason why the Dark Lord Carnifex had reigned over the entirety of the Sith, not once but twice in its varied and expansive history stretching back thousands of years. His exceptional strength and cleverness enabled him to influence and dominate those in his vicinity, effortlessly shaping them to his desires, like mere puppets on a string and there was little doubt that if the Dark Lord pushed, the Commonwealth would follow even against their own Monarchy.

Laborr coldly gazed through the armored goggles, anticipating a suitable reply to the Trade Federation's plea for planetary rights to Sullust. The Dark Lord had the option to decline, citing security issues due to the Federation's connections with the Galactic Alliance, or to agree and acquire a priceless industrial asset that could greatly enhance the capabilities of the Sith Order, extending their influence to the Core Region and potentially leading to the downfall of the New Jedi Order.

It appeared to be the second choice, since Darth Carnifex simply stated that the Assembly's will could bestow such a reward upon the Federation, provided that specific quotas and goals were achieved. "Make no mistake, The Trade Federation is prepared to provide the necessary allocations for a seamless transfer of power once the issue is thoroughly discussed in the Assembly. Sullust's resources will be exhausted and processed to support the Sith Order's military campaign against the Empire of the Lost and the Galactic Alliance." An unambiguous reaction, albeit tinged with a sense of disillusionment, was expressed regarding the Sith's decision to utilize a parliamentary voting system for the enactment of laws. It was lamented that the Sith risked transforming into yet another Galactic Alliance through this approach.

Following the Dark Lord's departure from the conversation, the Viceroy was able to turn his attention to the recent arrival of the former head of the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan, Darth Xyrah who patiently waited for them to finish their conversation.

"Lord Xyrah, there are numerous matters related to business that we will address in due time, however, I am particularly interested in understanding the reasons behind your resignation from the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan." The Skakoan inquired with an arched eyebrow towards Darth Xyrah , seeking to comprehend the rationale behind entrusting a significant governmental organ to individuals lacking ties to the Trade Federation. Although Lord Xyrah was a trusted ally of his corporation, continued imprudent actions might lead to regrettable consequences of severing ties.

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Darth Xyrah watched his husband depart to go and speak with his old friend, the Empress Srina herself, before turning once more to Rulonom and nodding in response to his question. "In short? The Sith Imperial Banking Clan was too irreparably damaged by it's prior overseers for me to enact proper repairs. I did what I could, but in the end Darth Empyrean was not satisfied with my efforts. I opted to remove myself from the equation and let him handle it himself.", he said bluntly. Darth Xyrah had indeed put great effort into fixing the SIBC and restoring the Sith economy, but even one of his talents was limited in what he could do. He then spoke more quietly. "It did however grant me a great deal of financial data that may prove greatly useful to the Trade Federation in securing future arrangements."

"It is actually the Federation I wished to discuss with you. I was curious if you might have value for one of my skills on the Board of Directors? I have a great deal of financial and scientific expertise I think the Federation would find greatly useful.", Darth Xyrah said with a warm, charming smile. "In truth, Sith politics have grown....tiresome. I miss the corporate lifestyle. Far more manageable than the usual Sith infighting. I am content to let my husband handle Sith affairs for the both of us while I focus on far more profitable matters."

Saryn peered at the speech going on, before gesturing for Rulonom to follow him over to a more quiet corner of the hall where they might discuss business away from the loudness of the festivities. He then continued to speak. "And it is not merely financial and scientific support I offer. I retain my military strength also. As you likely know I've spent a great deal of money and effort constructing fleets of droid crewed ships, and armies of battle droids. I have billions of said droids stored in vast warehouses on Eliad, amongst other war material. I would offer such, as well as the designs to create more, to the Trade Federation's military arm. We would have the largest corporate military in the galaxy. Strength with which to secure the Trade Federation's dominance over it's rivals. I think you are greatly intrigued by such a possibility, are you not?"

Rulonom Laborr