Shore Leave | CA dominion of Sharb [Hex S-14]

[Matt the Radar Tech]

THE WHITE LION BAR
Objective 2: Bar crawl!
[member=Zsuzsa] | [member="Alezan"]

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Chaf'arcar'usorn had taken his time in the hotel, taking care to unpack his personal belongings precisely how he liked. It also allowed him a moment to reflect on things, to recognize the names and faces of his troops who had died on Noris, and to give them a moment of silence. While the Captain knew there would be services for the lost in the coming days, he still wanted to show his own respect, spending the time required to recite each marine's name and service number in order. It was sometime later by the time Chaf'arcar'usorn was finished the task, sadly, but he knew the Niners were probably waiting at the bar for him; so with a nod, a change of clothes, and a short walk the Captain approached the rundown looking bar.

Ironically, this place probably tries hard to look this seedy, Chaf'arcar'usorn thought to himself, smirking. This city is obscenely rich.

Dressed in casual ware, his civvies, Chaf'arcar'usorn looked like a typical Chiss on vacation. The planet had a comfortable temperature, neither too cold or too hot, so he simply wore a brightly colored shirt and dark slacks with his combat boots. The next week would see Chaf'arcar'usorn completely absent of marine identifiers and he planned to not even look at his uniform, fully dedicating to the leave he now had. There was a time to work and a time to play, and the Captain made sure to not to confuse the two.

Chaf'arcar'usorn walked into the bar, grinning.

"Ladies and nerf-herders," The marine announced as he held out his arms, approaching the Niners that were at one of the numerous bars. "It's time to drink... well, looks like you started without me. Time to catch up!"

Slapping a shoulder or two on the way along the bar, Chaf'arcar'usorn reached Flaz'suz'safis and found a spot next to her, opposite the merc Alezan. He ordered some rounds, picked up his glass when it arrived and nodded to his fellow marine.

"Sorry I'm late, what did I miss?"

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

UNKNOWN REGIONS​

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Aboard Transport 20; Sharb.​

Objective 1: Losca, the resort city.​

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Mitth'orn'eruod used the time to consider several things, as the transport broke through the atmosphere of the planet Sharb. The vacation time was appreciated, but not necessarily needed, though the newly promoted Admiral wouldn't turn down the opportunity to use spare time to plan ahead for adjustments and implementations for Second Fleet. There were subtle means for improvement, efficiency to be gained with some streamlined processes, and of course the important task of allocating subordinates to commanding positions based on past success and failures. Mitth'orn'eruod was not like some Chiss who saw failure as simply that, rather he recognized lessons were often best learned in its aftermath...

"Yes, I can certainly see the appeal, Chief Medical Officer Brask'ari'sabosen," The Admiral replied , looking to his travel companion of sorts. "I do admit it has been quite a time since I indulged in an expensive, or otherwise superior, meal for little reason beyond enjoyment. Perhaps that would be a prudent first step for this leave."

Mitth'orn'eruod was multitasking. He usually did. Brask'ari'sabosen was pleasant to be around, unlike some the Admiral knew, so he made sure to maintain attention on the conversation whilst conducting his mental preparations and 'to do' lists. The Defense Hierarchy would likely contact Mitth'orn'eruod tomorrow, to discuss specifics, and he wanted to be prepared on that front. Preparation was key to Chiss, after all, and it wouldn't do for him to stumble after such a prestigious appointment in rank.

"There are several restaurants that have excellent reviews and reputations," Mitth'orn'eruod said to Brask'ari'sabosen, as he raised an eyebrow. "Though I admit when it comes to this type of outing, I am severely uninformed and prone to selecting at random. Presuming you would care to join me, Chief Medical Officer Brask'ari'sabosen, did you have any recommendations? I trust your judgement."

Mitth'orn'eruod noted that the transport had begun the landing sequence, arriving in Losca. The pilot did an excellent landing, with little discomfort to the passengers on touching down. Likely aware of some of the individuals onboard, whomever it was aimed to impress. Mitth'orn'eruod admitted it worked. Unstrapping from his seat, the Admiral stood and looked to his companion, smiling.

"Although, I have heard some are visiting a local drinking establishment, the White Lion Bar if memory serves," Mitth'orn'eruod said, as he tapped his chin with one finger, feigning thought. "Perhaps that's also an option..."

The Admiral smirked. Clearly a joke, Mitth'orn'eruod wouldn't be caught dead in such a place...

 

[Sentiri]

Objective: 0 to 1​

Location: the planet of Sharb; Losca City​

Allies: Me, myself, and I (presently)​

The light from the datapad faded as the awards ceremony came to a close and the broadcast shut down.

The last image was the visage of the High Admiral. His pride was palpable. The pride of the entire Chiss Expansionary Defense Force was palpable. And that pride had come to be for good reason. The Chiss had conquered their oppressors and showed the galaxy that they could muster a force of their own. They could keep all of these alien entities at bay. To top off the list, they were finally comfortable showing the galaxy what they were capable of accomplishing.

So why hold back the grandeur? Let us feast, Sentiri thought, holding up a simple glass of whiskey as a toast. Let us gloat. She downed the finger of the spicy yet mild mild liquor alone.

Once the datapad went dark, the only remaining light came from the lamps outside, shining bright in the early hours of the Losca's evening. Sentiri had watched the entire event from the comforts of the room she had reserved on Sharb. The CEID had allowed their members to independently book their accommodations, as the High Admiral had hinted towards, to maintain their anonymity. The brass had given her a budget, naturally. But she did her research and found a nice secluded apartment on the outskirts of Losca City above some sort of late-night eatery. The slicer wasn't one for standing on ceremony, hence opting for viewing the event from afar. But she wasn't one to turn down the offer for a little rest and relaxation.

The Sentiri of old wasn't like that. Work was life to her from her time as an adolescent all the way through her service with the First Order. But her time on Terminus had changed that. Which, ultimately, was why she left the operation to her lieutenants and traveled about the galaxy instead. Only the call home from her House was enough to bring her out of Sentiri's reverie.

With a small smile creeping onto her face, Sentiri kicked her legs off of the desk from where she had propped them. The chair spun on its swivel and the woman practically sprang up from her seat. She'd left all of her gadgets at home and tonight was a night for simple pleasures. But first, she was determined to find out what that intoxicating aroma was coming from downstairs.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Bar
Objective: 2
Tags: [member="Farcarus"] | [member="Zsuzsa"]

Solitude. Something that can be found in crowded places like a bar or a night club. He wasn't a stranger to it nor was uncomfortable being alone. In his life, there were a lot of things he didn't complain about doing; things people would hesitate on. His life was one normal people would determine odd. A kid tagged along with his parents, going from star system to start system for contracts and other hired gun jobs. A life he would purse too, and now here he was. Enjoying his solitude until a female Chiss came along and sat down next to him.

Odd and interesting, someone was actually communicating with him and being...nice? He assumed she was.

What was it that his mother said about their kind? Chiss were always cold and blunt due to their military life, being excellent tacticians and strategists with amazing intelligence.

"Uhm...no, it's an alcohol beverage. The best they got is at the Raging Rancor Cantina," the mercenary replied back, totally not catching the vampire joke. Said it in a way to inform the Chiss marine on what the name was.

"Merc one? Sounds like a name you'd put on a droid; you can call me Alezan, Theta One," the hybrid continued their dialogue with some muse in his voice, curious about this Theta One girl. "My team went well, some bruises and wounds. Fortunately, no dead. The whole operation was kinda textbook protocol, y'know? Though we wouldn't had done it if the Niners weren't there, you one of them?"

He gave credit where it was due. The Niners of the Chiss Marines had the most firepower and muscle than his mercenaries, Alezan and his ragtatg team gave a little bit more fire into their forces.

A few seconds later came in the captain, a face he was familiar with as he met him before the battle on Noris.

 

[Samara Raine]

Objective 2 - Time to collect on IOU drinks & mingle
Locras, Seedy District, White Lion Bar
[member="Alezan"] | [member="Farcarus"]


"Oh, I see. Nice," Suz answered Alezan matter of fact.

The Marine had never heard of a cantina by that name in Chiss space. The Raging Rancor must be from the Known Regions where she had never been before or even dreamed of traveling to. It was both a scary thought and if honest a little intriguing to think what might lay outside the Chiss Ascendancy. Their people had up to this time been such isolationists, and for good reason. Flaz'suz'safis pushed that line of crazy thought away for now.

"I was not informed as to your proper rank so I addressed you as Merc One, your leadership position of your mercenary group, yes? I am sorry if that offended you, Alezan. I meant no disrespect," she conveyed to the Chiss hybrid with a nodding smile of apology, then added. "I am Lieutenant Flaz'suz'safis, and yes, I'm a squad leader in the 9th Battalion under Captain Chaf'arcar'usorn's command. Zsuzsa is my core name, if that would be easier for you to use."

The bartender stopped by and brought Theta Leader a couple more shots of whiskey compliments of some Niners across the way who owed the lieutenant for saving them from going boom in the Killik caves with alerting them about the methane gas the insects produced. Flaz'suz'safis grabbed one of the glasses and raised it up gesturing in thanks to her marine brothers watching, then tossed it back followed a tick later by the second. The empty shots were turned over upon the bar top. Boy did they burn going down, but a Marine Suz was and took it in stride.

A moment later, a familiar face finally joined his Niners in party mode already. Chaf'arcar'usorn made his way over to where Flaz'suz'safis and the merc were sitting. He took a seat on the other side of her, making it a trio sandwich. She turned her dark head towards the captain and noticed even though they were on leave, there was still much tension held around the man's crimson eyes.

"Glad you could make it, Captain... A nice toast was given by Sergeant Crusi'lul'luni in memory of those gone before us, otherwise I am just slowly collecting the drinks owed to me," Suz replied, flashing a lopsided grin at her CO with a quick wink, then the new LT turned to the hybrid seated on the other side of her and motioned with her hand.

"Alezan... You remember, Captain Chaf'arcar'usorn. I think you said you two met already, yes?" she said, then gazed back to Chaf'arcar'usorn.

 

[Samara Raine]

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Objective 1 - Locras, the Resort City​

Arrival at Hotel​

[member="Thorne"] | [member="Sentiri"]​

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A single, slightly lingering glance towards the Admiral told Brask'ari'sabosen all she needed to know. Miith'orn'eruod had that same look about his face as her father did when he was juggling multiple things in his male mind. She too usually multitasked, but at the moment the doctor was content to just enjoy her travel companion on the flight down to Sharb. The man was most pleasant to be with both intellectually and physically. It was a small moment's indulgence she could afford herself to take.

Any way, there would be plenty of time during the week of leave to work on the restructuring of the Medical Corps she would take on now after her promotion to Chief Medical Officer. Well, that was Brask'ari'sabosen's intentions anyway in-between reading the backlog of medical journals and catching up on sleep of course.

"It would be my honor to join you, Admiral Mitth'orn'eruod," Ari nodded with a small smile offered.

"And yes, there was one restaurant in particular I was leaning towards as I had done research as well. Mr. P's is the name. I admit the overly simple moniker does not inspire much confidence though the establishment is well known for its tender steaks and fresh seafood, and has a five star rating. It also appears to be an easy walk from our accommodations per the city map provided. I for one do not mind stretching my legs in the fresh air."

The landing of the transport was without complaint. In fact, Brask'ari'sabosen hardly noticed the landing struts coming into contact with the duracrete landing pad on the tarmac. The Doctor stood and slipped out of the row ahead of Mitth'orn'eruod as he let her out, then she turned her dark head back towards the Chiss at his smirking comment.

"I believe you are correct, Admiral. I overheard some of the young medics talking about going to that same place to blow off steam. I dare say there will be some 'hurting units' tomorrow. I would rather pass and find a nice keybed bar with jazz music myself. It is more my speed," Ari grinned softly, then the doctor moved forward to deplane the ship with a graceful yet purposeful stride.

The luxury hotel where the CEDF personnel were being put up in the resort city of Locras was just a short hovertram ride from the starport. Their luggage had already been sent ahead so all they had to do was checkin and get their room assignments. The process was streamlined, and quickly keycards were in hand and the tubrolift button pushed.

"Well, shall we meet back here in the lobby say in one hour, Admiral Mitth'orn'eruod? If the restaurant I mentioned earlier is acceptable to you, I will make us a reservation for dinner."

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[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Bar
Tags: [member="Zsuzsa"] | [member="Farcarus"]
Objective: 2

"No need to apologize, I barely get offended," the Chiss replied, taking a sip from his drink. Sweet, yet had that firm taste of liquor. What did offended Alezan? A client breaking a deal was certainly high on the list which deserved a blaster shot at someone's face. Most people would view him and his calibre as scum and rabble, but they had honor when taking a contract. They always met the standards of their agenda without missing anything. Of course, there were some that always ditched the accords which would have repercussions on that particular and it said what kind of person they are. Though one thing veteran mercenaries would agree on is to never throw away their lives for a credit. It was never worth it, and was considered a waste that one of many merits and talents would be reckless for credits.

That was the only time he would break an accord. Other than that, Alezan was pretty carefree when it came to interactions. Insult him? He'd shrug it off. Pull a blaster on him? He'd beat them to the trigger.

"We have met, yeah. My employers assigned me to him. What made ya late, cap?"

He took a glance at his chronometer to see how much time he could afford here. Plenty enough. He was supposed to meet some important officer here on Sharb at the resort. It was a good thing the bar was not too far from there.

Taking another sip of his beverage which finished the sweet drink, he ordered something heavy from the bartender. Get on with the real drinks.

 

[Sila]

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Objective II
Unknown, Losca, Sharb

Marina lounged in the back of a hovercab, on her way to a destination she was advised to make her way to after checking into her hotel. She wore a modest scarf on her head and a pair of designer Gunray-Bans, red in color. Marina sported a burgundy dress and brown heels, fitting for the warm enviroment she found herself in currently. She loked out at the passing buildings and beautiful scenery that Losca had to offer. She had many ideas for her week off from work in the lab, however she knew where she would start her brief vacation.

"Driver, how much further is this bar?" Marina asked the hovercab driver.

"Just a few more minutes, ma'am. I ensure you, it is worth the wait. The Ocean City Bar is a one of a kind experience."

"You've been?"

"No, ma'am. I just have had quite a few customers who have and they tell me quite the interesting stories. That place is also a little bit out of my budget."

"All good, I hope? The stories."

"Yes ma'am."

A small smirk grew onto Marina's face. She was somewhat excited for her evening out. She did not expect too much or get her hopes too high, however, to avoid being disappointed. She only believed what she saw and experienced for herself.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

THE WHITE LION BAR
Objective 2: Bar crawl!
[member="Zsuzsa"] | [member="Alezan"]

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Chaf'arcar'usorn downed one of the shots placed before him, relishing the bitter liquid within the illuminated glass. He looked to his fellow soldiers, grinning as they laughed and talked, drinking among themselves. Turning his attention back to Flaz'suz'safis, the Captain nodded. Trust Crusi'lul'luni to take the lead and use opportunity to perform tasks while Chaf'arcar'usorn wasn't around. That marine, in particular, was eager and willing to do whatever was needed to be done to succeed. Perhaps more so than other Chiss, if such a thing was possible. Still, at least the moment of silence was done, which meant the Captain could focus on relaxing, kicking up his boots and drinking!

"I'm sure it was a touching moment, one Crusi'lul'luni was more than happy to give," Chaf'arcar'usorn muttered, before he gave a grin and took a large glass of alcohol from the bar. The bartender was keeping busy, constantly filling and placing. "So, Alezan, your group did good on the offensive. How did you find working with us marines? Anything you wanted cleared up or explained? It's obvious you aren't raised Chiss, but I won't hold that against you... any soldier who can fight worth a damn is okay in my book."

Clearing his throat, Chaf'arcar'usorn took another several gulps. One thing people found out quickly about the Captain was that while he was all business on the field, as soon as he had the chance, he left all the baggage at the door.

"Oh, just had to settle into my room," Chaf'arcar'usorn said to Alezan, smirking. "Unpacking is important to me. Everything has to be in its place, no deviations. That way I know when the rookies try and pull pranks, see? Don't tell them that though, I like them thinking they might get me one day..."

When Chaf'arcar'usorn heard the corename used by Flaz'suz'safis, he decided to offer the same.

"You can call me Farcarus, by the way," Chaf'arcar'usorn said as he drank some more beer. "Speaking of, what's your story, mercenary? You're part Chiss, at least. Where did you grow up?"

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

UNKNOWN REGIONS​

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Losca City; Sharb.​

Objective 1: Losca, the resort city.​

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Mitth'orn'eruod raised an eyebrow, surprised by Brask'ari'sabosen's mention of jazz. While certainly an acquired taste, music-wise, the Admiral had suspected something more classical. Though it was far from disconcerting regarding the officer, Mitth'orn'eruod had to admit he shared little interest in jazz personally. The nature of the genre was far too chaotic for his tastes, seen as indulging in flights of fancy per the musicians whims, rather than structured orchestral scores. Perhaps Mitth'orn'eruod would look into some more jazz, if only to see if he had been too hasty in his opinions.

"Indeed, I suspect a lot of tension will be released through the application of fists," The Admiral said, partly unimpressed. It was almost a custom for the soldiers on leave. "I do not envy you the line for bumps and bruises tomorrow."

The remainder of the trip to the hotel was uneventful, mostly just small talk with officers who had shared the transport. Some congratulated Mitth'orn'eruod on his promotion, others inquired about his new vessel and if crew positions were pending, and a few were quite content to show their disdain at the Chiss for what he had achieved. Those were the ones Mitth'orn'eruod remembered, putting their names and houses to memory, as sure as he caught their glares and sneers. It wasn't that the Admiral was incapable of forgetting a grudge, it was simply that he preferred to know when others were inclined to move against him. The hotel was opulent, but not overly so to be garish, and the transition to receiving keycards to personal rooms was quick and effortless. Additionally, the plans for the evening seemed pleasant and the suggestion for Brask'ari'sabosen to make reservations appreciated.

"Yes, it would be my pleasure to dine with you," Mitth'orn'eruod said with a nod, as he looked down to his keycard, noting the number. "One hour. I will see you here, Brask'ari'sabosen."

Mitth'orn'eruod entered a lift, departing from his companion, before heading to the second highest floor. He noted other high ranking officials from numerous branches of the Ascendancy's military also in the halls, suspecting it had been reserved specially. Wasting no time, Mitth'orn'eruod entered his room and checked that all of his belongings had arrived, unopened, before he paused a moment. The realization of his promotion, the responsibility it would require, and the eventual command of a larger fleet began to press in on him. In the confines of privacy, the Chiss clenched his fists, working his jaw muscles for several moments, as a passing sensation of mild panic crossed his mind. It was vital to never show weakness around other Chiss, so the Admiral allowed himself this single moment to come to terms with his new station, to process the uncertainty he felt, and to replace it with his usual steely determination.

He was Chiss, it didn't take long.

As Mitth'orn'eruod began to unpack his belongings, neatly placing them on shelving provided, the holo beeped with an incoming transmission. He activated it, looking at the orange-cast image of the High Admiral, who's face was large in the room, face passive.

"Admiral, excuse the interruption, I am aware you are on vacation," Wasd'odone'vlesoc said, voice low. "I wanted to congratulate you again on the promotion, and to pass along your pertinent information in preparation for beginning command on your new starship."

"Of course, High Admiral, it's no trouble at all," Mitth'orn'eruod replied with a nod. "I'm pleased to find out so soon."

"Excellent. As you are now Admiral of the Second Fleet, you will be leading one of the largest CEDF fleets currently in circulation," Wasd'odone'vlesoc continued, glancing down to data that was off-screen. "Enclosed in the following data transfer is the list of your personnel, including immediate subordinates, secondaries, Commodores and Captains. Each has been assigned to appropriate vessels based on past experience and service records, while also taking into account comparability with yourself."

How thoughtful, Mitth'orn'eruod thought, but maintained a neutral expression.

"With more recent developments, the fleet flagships have been upgraded somewhat. You would have been commanding an older model were it several months prior, but as of now you will be captain of the Vesci, a newly christened and powerful battlecruiser of the Mohn-Class. You will be one of the first, so take pride in the vessel the Defense Hierarchy has provided, and make sure to continue earning those successful missions. In time, you will find your influence considerable within the CEDF, should you remain on the same trajectory you are."

"I will endeavor to do so, High Admiral."

"Excellent. With that, the data is transferred and I wish you a pleasant vacation. Enjoy it. High Admiral Wasd'odone'vlesoc out."

The holo communication shut off, leaving Mitth'orn'eruod alone once more in his room. He took a moment to acquire the data, sifting through several pages with narrowed crimson eyes, as he read the numerous entries. There was at least a hundred pages, if not more, listing crew and vessels and various breakdowns of sub-divisions. It would take a considerable amount of time to commit it to memory, perhaps most of the vacation should Mitth'orn'eruod decide to use it for that, but tonight he had other plans. The Admiral instead used the refresher, before changing into a less formal uniform, one that lacked much of the parade pomp and flare, before spending the next forty minutes scanning information about his immediate officers aboard the Vesci.

Not long after, Mitth'orn'eruod noted the time, and exited his room. He made for the lift, descended to the lobby, and proceeded to wait for Brask'ari'sabosen with hands at the small of his back. He was five minutes early, not wanting to be tardy. To keep himself occupied, Mitth'orn'eruod thought back to the information he had been processing, re-analyzing it and mulling over any potential problems or issues with officers he could foresee...

 

[Dezoti]

Location: Outside a Dive Bar
Objective: Get Drunk
Objective 2
Nearby: [member="Thadrinn"] [member="Tryenu"] [member="Zsuzsa"] [member="Vhirr'bel'laminis"] [member="Zsuzsa"] [member="Alezan"] [member="Farcarus"]

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"Large is good. We're gonna need all the room we can to fit all the drinks I plan on having!" She laughed heartily to Tryenu, smiling to him as she made her way to the bar. Already there were others of the Chiss army making their way in, causing her grin to continue to widen. "Hey, Vector. Looks like we got some Marines here thinkin they can keep their liquor." Dezoti snickered as she passed by Zsuzsa, purposely announcing the challenge out loud.

What fun was drinking alone after all?

 

[Samara Raine]

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Sharb, Sharb System, Unknown Regions​

Objective: 1 - Losca, the resort city​

Mr. P's Steakhouse & Lounge​

[member="Thorne"]​

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Brask'ari'sabosen's hotel room was near the top of the building though below the VIP floors where Mitth'orn'eruod's room would most likely be housed. It was generously appointed with luxurious coverings of 600 thread count, and a king size bed rather than two queen's as the CMO did not have to share with a roommate anymore. There was a small balcony that overlooked a pool area. The bathroom was nice as well with a tiled floor and was that a granite countertop?

After unpacking and hanging up her clothes in the closet and placing the smaller items neatly in the dark wood dresser drawers provided, she took a shower. It was heavenly to indulge for just a moment in a real water shower instead of a sonic one; the hot spray running down over tense muscles felt so good.

Refreshed, Brask'ari'sabosen changed into the attire she was going to wear out to dinner with the Admiral. A capped-sleeved, black dress with a narrow v-cut neckline that hugged her feminine curves though not too tightly was chosen. Its hem came to just above her knees showing off her appreciable long and lean legs as she was a runner. A hand-painted scarf in sun-jeweled colors would be worn like a shawl covering her toned upper arms. Minimal jewelry would be added as her motto was simple but elegant.

There was just enough time to exchange a quick holocomm with her father as the Syndic had called to congratulate his daughter on her promotion, and to thank Ari for the holo sent him now displayed on his desk. Mitth'oru'sabosen was very proud of his offspring's accomplishments. Though now that she was back home, he had plans for her and was looking into what avenues going forward would be best to achieve the goals for his only child. Brask'ari'sabosen just smiled and placated her father like a dutiful daughter should... for now. The last plans for an arranged marriage when Ari was much younger did not go very well with the Nuruodo family and one of their sons, course they too had lost much during the Iron Empire debacle. She silently wished to find an appropriate partner on her own terms, perhaps even find mutual love as well as respect in that person though the former was merely a luxury in traditional Chiss marriages, well at least of the ruling class.

But tonight wasn't about that... Brask'ari'sabosen just wanted to enjoy the company of Mitth'orn'eruod as they dined and took a moment to relax from their respective duties to the Chiss Ascendancy and their families. She was curious about the man in general though and hoped to gain some insight into the up and coming Chiss leader on a more personal basis. His professional persona and military deeds were impeccable as indicated in his promotion to Admiral of the 2nd Fleet at such a young age. No, who was he; the person?

Looking to her wrist chrono, it was time to meet him in the lobby with two minutes to spare as was Brask'ari'sabosen's intention. She quickly slipped on a pair of heeled black pumps, then did a double check of herself in the mirror before exiting the hotel room. Was Ari nervous? Yes, but when the lift door opened to the lobby no one would know as the Chiss doctor stepped out, strolling over to greet her dinner companion with grace, elegance, and fortitude the Sabosen woman was known for.

"Good evening, Admiral Mitth'orn'eruod," Ari offered with a small smile gracing her modestly colored lips. "I hope you found your accommodations to your liking? Mine are very adequate I must say. The Defense Hierarchy has gone well above all expectations in their generosity towards the men and women who serve under them in the name of the Chiss Ascendancy. We are very privileged to be here indeed."

After the small talk was finished in the lobby, the two began their walk towards Mr. P's that would take them into the heart of Losca City. Brask'ari'sabosen was glad she had worn the lightweight outfit as the outdoor temperature was much warmer on Sharb than on her homeworld of Sposia, and of course dramatically more so than Csilla. The ice dome above Csaplar only moderately made living on the ice ball tolerable, though the Chiss world was the center of the Ascendancy so one just made do without complaint and enjoyed the amenities it had to offer... such as the symphony. Classical music was her favorite, though the doctor had come to like smooth jazz as it was quite popular on Dosuun where she was stationed with FIMS for part of her tenure with the First Order.

As soon as they arrived at the Steak House and Lounge, the couple were seated in the main dining area in one of the crescent-shaped booths and given menus to peruse over along with a wine list.

Brask'ari'sabosen looked over the offerings of the various meats and seafood with discernment, then her crimson orbs glanced over the top of the menu at Mitth'orn'eruod, studying him for a moment before speaking. "I normally am very efficient in determining what I want to eat, but everything sounds so good I am having difficulty in deciding. Perhaps I will defer to your good judgment and allow you to order for the both of us," she smiled softly, then closed the leather-cased menu and set it to the side.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Bar
Tags: [member="Dezoti"] | [member="Farcarus"] | [member="Zsuzsa"] | [member="Marina"]
Objective: 2

"Not at all, I've worked with both military and paramilitary organizations. The battle was all textbook to me. I can freely operate how I want while being assigned to an officer. It's all second nature," the mercenary said, being observant of his fellow Chiss. Was strange to see them all friendly and smiles on their faces. He had projected some image about them. One that had them with proper etiquette, having a fine dinner with elegant wine, and talking with some sense of superiority. Not with these soldiers however. Quite ironic he already was stereotyping them which no doubt they did the same. Still it was all strange for the hybrid, and he wouldn't let his guard down. Another he dislikes was one taking him as a fool.

"My story? It's somewhat common with other folks of my type out in the Outer Rim. Only thing you could call home was your parents and a ship. Always moving around for work. Not ideal, but worth it in my opinion," he could dive in more, but he didn't want to give away all about his history. That piece of information seemed adequate for the time being. "Wanna guess what's my other race I mixed in?"

A pair of Commandos walked by to which Alezan heard the challenge they dared for the marines. He wasn't quite sure what branch they belonged to, but it certainly sounded they rivaled with the marines. Interesting, yet the Chiss were all about competition and striving to be the best of their kind. Would he join in? Perhaps, he would just have to see.

 

[Samara Raine]

Objective 2 - Let off steam... drink, fight, or what ever comes next.
Locras, Seedy District, White Lion Bar
[member="Alezan"] | [member="Farcarus"] | [member="Dezoti"] | [member="Thadrinn"] | [member="Tryenu"]


Flaz'suz'safis ordered a glass of water to go along with the shots that kept coming and being thrown down the hatch. At least if she could stay hydrated, the hangover the next morning wouldn't be as bad... Though, this evening was promising to be one hell of a fun time so anticipation of tomorrow being a lay by the pool day real nice and quiet like might be in the plan. Time would only tell what the night would bring to the newly minted LT.

The Marine woman listened to the conversation between the Chiss mercenary Alezan and Chaf'arcar'usorn. Flaz'suz'safis had never experienced the captain so relaxed after finally getting into the groove of the evening. He usually was very stiff, well most Chiss were. She tended to break the mold a bit, but knew when to push the boundaries or not. Growing up in the orphanage on Csilla had made her pretty self-reliant, and it gave Suz an independent streak that sometimes got in the way of advancement.

When Alezan asked for them to guess on his heritage being he was a hybrid mix, Flaz'suz'safis took the bait and responded first.

"Well with your skin tone as blue as it is that narrows the choices down... Not a Duro, and definitely not a Twi'lek." Suz gave a hearty chuckle at that notion, then a knowing grin slowly grew on her face. "Red and yellow make orange, which your eyes are so my conjecture is... Pantoran!"

A voice from behind caught the Marine Lieutenant's attention when a challenge was brought down upon their division of the military. Flasz'suz'safis turned on her bar stool to eye Captain Prusde'zoti'lore parading by in all her fine glory... and skin. The woman was one of the 'logistical officers' which was code for a Chiss commando, but of course that was only known off the books.

Amused glowing red orbs looked at Prusde'zoti'lore, then casually to her buddies. Tier Ones were so full of themselves. Their burgeoning egos really needed to be be popped, and the Niners were all too willing to oblige.

"Put your credits where your mouth is, and let's just see about that, hmm." Suz smirked.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

THE WHITE LION BAR

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Objective 2: Bar crawl!
[member=Thadrinn] | [member="Dezoti"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Vhirr’bel'laminis"] | [member="Alezan"] | [member="Zsuzsa"]

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Vrott'ryen'uortoqh smirked at the Captain, as he took a mouthful of his beverage. He suspected there was going to be a lot of alcohol consumed tonight, and probably for several nights to come, since they had a full seven days of leave. Unlike the other soldiers, mostly the marines it seemed, Vrott'ryen'uortoqh had no plans to go wild. He planned on pacing himself over the next five days, before weaning off toward the end of the week, avoiding any hangovers - but also maintaining readiness should an emergency occur.

"I guess I'm the designated driver, hm?" Vrott'ryen'uortoqh muttered as he looked to his fellow commandos. He began following the Captain, limping behind her. "Worse comes to worst, I can carry you all to the billets, I guess. Might be good therapy for my leg."

That was when Prusde'zoti'lore made her comment to the marines sitting at the bar. Vrott'ryen'uortoqh gave a wry smile...

"And here we go..."

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

THE WHITE LION BAR
Objective 2: Bar crawl!
[member="Zsuzsa"] | [member="Alezan"]

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Chaf'arcar'usorn nodded, as Alezan explained some of his background, glossing over things. It wasn't unexpected, especially since they were still getting a feel for one another. Was never wise to just tell someone everything about yourself, after all. Chaf'arcar'usorn could respect that. In fact, by the sounds of it, the mercenary's upbringing wasn't too dissimilar from other Chiss, on a fundamental level. Sure there were other influences and another species halved into the mix, but ultimately it seemed Alezan had been taught what he needed to do well, which was the ethos of the Chiss. Whether that different upbringing led to as good a result as a fully educated Chiss, remained to be seen...

"Guess your other half? No, thanks," The Captain chuckled as he gulped more alcohol. "I'm smart enough to know assumptions are trouble and wise enough to know to stop making them... but I can bet the other Niners would gladly have a shot at guessing, might even lay some wagers down. You could walk away with a nice stack of credits if you play things right, merc."

That was when some pompous commandos sauntered by, throwing out challenges to the marines from their raised pedestals. Typical black ops, they weren't fooling anyone, even out of armor you could tell who they were by the swagger and attitude. Every branch of the military had a vibe about them, a means to tell who was what, and these guys screamed small close-knit group with bravado to match. Amusingly, Flaz'suz'safis retorted, which made the marine Captain grin.

Stick it to them, Chaf'arcar'usorn thought to himself, deciding to let the Lieutenant handle it. Show them what marines are made of.

 

[Dezoti]

Location: Outside a Dive Bar
Objective: Get Drunk
Objective 2
Nearby: [member="Thadrinn"] [member="Tryenu"] [member="Zsuzsa"] [member="Vhirr'bel'laminis"] [member="Zsuzsa"] [member="Alezan"] [member="Farcarus"]

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"They're already there, Marine." Dezoti grinned wickedly at the woman who rose to her challenge. It was a shame there were so many Marines like her around, less she might have heard of Zsuzsa. The glamoured Commando waved to one of the bartenders, slapping down a rather large amount of credits she pulled from.. Somewhere in her dress. "Keep the shots coming. You're gonna be here for a while love."

The human bartender only shrugged, doing his best to keep professional. There was something about the way the Commando held herself that made others feel like they had to be more. Well, most others. The first shot was poured, two glasses slid out at the pair.

"Last chance for any one of ya to buy in. Show me what the Marines got."

 

[Sentiri]

Objective: 1 (eat the foods, kick back, chill)​

Location: the outskirts of Losca City, planet of Sharb​

Allies: the most tender of morsels​

When the specialty of a restaurant was labelled as being "small plates," Sentiri hadn't a clue what that meant. Reading over the menu outside of the restaurant beneath her apartment gave little indication either. The "dishes" listed, if they could be called that, seemed more like a list of ingredients rather than anything resembling a fully wrought dish. And while the idea of a picture menu seemed either incredibly childish or incredibly gaudy depending on the execution, some kind of indication of what the thing was that she was preparing herself to eat would be helpful. Never had Sentiri gone into a meal feeling trepidation. Or rather, she had never had that feeling specifically about the food.

This was Marzena's area of expertise, Sentiri mused to herself as she sat alone in a not-overly plush booth. She would be able to navigate a vacation like none other. Her thoughts lingered on her old human friend for a few moments. Much time had passed since they last spoke. Sentiri had seen relatives of the human woman more recently than had she seen her own friend. A slight smile crept onto Sentiri's face. The idea of friendship was not completely foreign to the Chiss, but typically, such a label was a rare thing, and almost always served some sort of function beyond just the social aspect. Yet Sentiri could honestly say that Marzena had been a friend, not for gain, not for purpose, just someone to, well, spend time and chat. The smile on her face almost grew to a snicker at the thought and Sentiri buried her face in the menu, suddenly feeling rather self-conscious for making faces at a menu in public. What kind of Chiss had Sentiri become?

What am I supposed to do with myself? Go sightseeing? The Agent's thoughts returned to her shore leave as she looked over the menu. The listing hadn't changed from outside, and Sentiri wasn't sure why she was reading the thing over again. She set it down on the table and waited patiently for the cue to be picked up by the wait staff. The thought of "small plates" continued to stick in her head and she wondered if they would just bring her one of everything. She had credits to spare. What else was she going to spend them on? She decided not to dwell on that as a droid hovered over.

"Welcome to Afai's Cafe," the droid said in a low, gravelly, but surprisingly svelte voice. "Do you have any questions, ma'am, or may I take your order?"

"I will have one of everything," Sentiri stated with overstated confidence.

For a droid to hesitate in a noticeable fashion, the machine-brain of the unit would have to be taxed to a point beyond the level of comprehension that the droid was capable of maintaining. The serving droid hesitated at Sentiri's statement. She felt the urge to bury her face in the menu once more but realized she was more or less alone in the restaurant and the urge quickly faded.

"All at once? Or...?"

Sentiri's hesitation was more obvious. What kind of droid... She realized she was probably talking to a person through the droid rather than to the droid itself. Her embarrassment returned in full. "Whatever you think is best," she said. And then after a moment of hesitation she added, "I will leave it to you." Sentiri wasn't sure why she felt the need to say that. The statement didn't clarify anything.

"Alright then," the droid hovered off and Sentiri could have sworn she heard the thing chuckle.

 

[Samara Raine]

Objective 2 - Drink off
Locras, Seedy District, White Lion Bar

[member="Alezan"] | [member="Farcarus"] | [member="Dezoti"] | [member="Thadrinn"] | [member="Tryenu"]​

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(Dezoti)

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A place at the bar counter was cleared for the drink off between the Commando Captain Prusde'zoti'lore and the Marine Lieutenant. Side bets were being placed between third parties. The roar of the gallery was going crazy wild as the first shots were downed, then the second and third and....

Niners were chanting their rallying cry for Theta squad leader. Even Crusi'lul'luni was getting into it when usually he was pretty somber. The alcohol was starting to take effect... Gods was tomorrow going to hurt.

Flaz'suz'safis dared a look over to Alezan, then to Chaf'arcar'usorn while in-between rounds. The glasses were starting to stack up on the bar top. She did not want to let her captain down nor the Marine Corps itself. The LT was in this for the win no matter what!

"I say we up the ante and add ten push ups for every shot taken going forward... What do you say, Captain? Think you can handle that in your nice little dress and high heels?" Suz smirked at the glamor girl.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

UNKNOWN REGIONS​

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Mr. P's Steakhouse & Lounge; Losca City.​

Objective 1: Losca, the resort city.​

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Mitth'orn'eruod stood straighter when he saw Brask'ari'sabosen exit the lift, maintaining a respectful gaze despite the dress she wore. He waited as she crossed the foyer, before nodding and offering a small smile. She looked quite nice, certainly attractive out of her uniform, and the Admiral couldn't deny that his preference for seeing Brask'ari'sabosen in military dress was beginning to shift...

"Good evening, Brask'ari'sabosen," Mitth'orn'eruod responded, allowing the formal title to drop. He suspected his companion would notice. It would likely allude to the fact this was a more personal event for him. "Yes, I agree. The Defense Hierarchy has certainly spared little expense, likely earning the favor of many servicemen and servicewomen. I do admit I cannot argue with a brief reprieve from duty. Our expansion efforts have been considerable. I would also be remiss to not mention you look lovely."

The walk to the restaurant was pleasant, the pair sharing some small talk, observations about the city, and similar topics. Nonetheless, the trip was quick. The establishment was quite impressive, leading Mitth'orn'eruod to agree with his companion about the misleading name. Once inside, the pair were seen to rather quickly, the Admiral noting the ornate decoration and layout. Once at the booth, Mitth'orn'eruod pulled out Brask'ari'sabosen's chair, before rounding the table to take his own.

Looking at the menu, Mitth'orn'eruod raised an eyebrow when Brask'ari'sabosen asked him to order for her. From what the Admiral knew of such requests, they were often tests, but he suspected at this juncture it was simply a case of enjoying a moment not making decisions. Two could play at that game, however, so Mitth'orn'eruod made sure he would return the favor momentarily - just out of amusement and fun, of course. Mitth'orn'eruod looked up to the waiter...

"For my companion, I would order the chef's finest seafood dish," He said, having seen numerous options on the menu, but trusting the chef to know his or her or its most accomplished plate. "For myself, I will have a medium-rare Krayt steak."

Mitth'orn'eruod looked to Brask'ari'sabosen, smiling.

"Would you care to decide on the beverages? I feel I've a simpletons tastes when it comes to fine wines or spirits, instead sticking to a single malt type when I should be trying others."

He also had a notion that might break the ice, so to speak, as food and drink was prepared.

"I admit I couldn't help but notice the night sky. Despite spending my youth on Copero, I have become more used to the caverns of Csilla due to my years of service," He mused, enjoying the real stars of the galaxy for a change, from outside the confines of a starship. "Despite the attempts of Csilla to have an artificial sky display, one can certainly tell the difference... there's a particular glow to space that can't quite be captured with holoprojectors... I understand you are from Sposia? What was it like?"