Public Sing Me A Song (performances/karaoke night, open to anyone who can justify being on Coruscant)

[Makko Vyres]

Makko had a number of implants from his time with a hacktavist gang on Denon. One of those enabled him to record what he observed.

It wasn't used very often. Given his upbringing he had strong views about personal privacy and not being recorded and observed

Those views were not strong enough, not be a long way, to prevent him from recording every single second of Cora's performance.

 

[Tenn Kalos]

Hearing Maran rein in her behavior was unexpected. Tenn hadn't expected even a master to have enough of her respect to achieve that kind of response. He blinked, and offered them both a forced, polite smile. It was appreciated, but he was quite content to leave it at that, and get out of here as soon as possible regardless.

Tenn took a single step back, when he heard a voice on stage. He squinted, peering closer as if to confirm that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, "Is that… Cora?" It was. And she was drunk. Now having shed all inhibitions she broke into song for the entire establishment to see and hear. Part of him was tempted to record the event for posterity, but considering how he would've felt about someone doing the same to him, Tenn decided otherwise. Not that it would stop anyone else from pulling out their datapads. He winced.

"...Dear god…"

Now Tenn had to stay, if just out of morbid curiosity.

Maran | Jasper Kai'el | Corazona von Ascania​

 

[Dak Hobson]

ALL THE GALAXY IS A STAGE… AND IT’S SHOWTIME!​

Tour Stop: Open Night on Coruscant,baby!
How did you get there?: “The Golden Wings”
Yep, I'm wearing "The Eye of Pantor", and have my lightsaber nearby
Who are you playing to: Karaoke Night at the Cobalt Club
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No, this isn't a tour stop! I'm here on a rare night off, just having some fun with the entourage and my date. We're just listening to everyone enjoying themselves which was more and more unique as many of them are Jedi. Who would have thought that those with a reputation for being such stiffs could have such fun out there (Yeah, I saw the big guy!). Anyway, we played "Rock Paper Scissors" to see who would end up going there from our table. I won and didn't have to go. Now someone tell me how I ended up going up there anyway? Oh well.

There are fans here, I see a lot of them and shake some hands and give some hugs on my way up. That oddly brings "The boys" up as well, for those of you who don't know "The boys" are my ensemble band. I guess th... whoah! They're giving the in-house band a set off! Okay! Let's have some fun.

"How's it going, Cobalt Club?! For those of you who don't know me, my name is 'Dak'... and these are my boys. I guess it's our turn to have a little fun, eh? Boys... you pick."

 

[Amani Serys]

"What? Doesn't Inanna Organa have a nice ring to it?"

Amani just gave Inanna a sly smirk, not quite answering one way or another. She went back to her own, more alcoholic drink, despite the fact that she wasn't all that fond of it. It was an acquired taste.

They watched various performers come and go, many of them surprisingly good. A couple less so, but hey at least Cora was enjoying herself? The mirialan smiled awkwardly at the performance, before turning back toward Inanna.

Amani blinked, "Advice?" She looked at the woman a bit more intently, "Wait, he asked you for advice? On proposing? To me?"

Inanna Harth​

 

[Inanna Harth]

"Wait, he asked you for advice? On proposing? To me?"

Inanna nodded. "Yup. I basically told him to man up and marry you already. No more screwing around. Human lives are too short for that chit, blah blah. Just, you know—I said it in a gentler, more Alderaanian-friendly way." She winked.

Then raised an eyebrow at Corazona von Ascania 's... performance. "Wow." She whistled. "I remember when I used to be able to get that drunk."

Amani Serys​

 

[Desric Terassi]

"I'm sure you will do great. Have fun!" Leaning against the bar, Desric took another sip from his cocktail.

As it turned out, 'not very good' had been putting it mildly. That said, the spectacle was certainly entertaining.

<She's wasn't kidding. / No. No, she was not.> Chuckling at the internal exchange, Desric gave Cora a thumbs up. <That wasn't very nice of you. She will definitely regret this.> Glancing over at Cadence's eyebot despite the internal nature of their 'speech', he quickly turned defensive. <Hey, her Jedi friend suggested it too. Besides, I'm sure this is educational.>

She would, if nothing else, learn to be careful with alcohol. That was educational, right?

Clapping as she finished her performance, he gestured towards a seat. "Well done! Maybe you should take a seat." If she did, he would place another colourful drink in front of her. "I got you another one, by the way. Should be just as tasty."

Unlike her first drink, this one was entirely nonalcoholic.

Corazona von Ascania​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

THE COBALT CLUB

“When you play, never mind who listens to you.”― Robert Schumann​

The problem with being the head of a major outreach program was that you are never truly “unreachable” and thus was the case with Chrysa as she took a call and stepped away from the table. This took a moment for Caltin to take in more of what was happening with those in attendance. This actually inspired the big man to walk up to the stage one more time as he took the microphone again. Smiling appreciatively at the enthusiastic response he received, Vanagor raised a hand to calm the crown for a moment as he spoke.

Thank you everyone. Thank you to the Cobalt Club for this fun evening. I will be taking my leave in a few moments, but I wanted to give each of you a message. Years ago, just after I was knighted, the person who was my “Master” was killed in action. This was difficult for me to process and I began to question things that I had never before. Then I met a Master who would become my mentor.

He was the “Master of the Order” at the time, a bald head… NO.. I am NOT copying him. He was a bit of a combat specialist, like I am. I will not name names, but many of you want me to teach the lightsaber form that he created.

As some began to realize who he was talking about, Caltin continued.

What some of you may not know is that he was a bit of an aspiring poet. He spoke a few words to me that I would like to share, I found them uplifting and a reminder of who we are and what we do. It reminded me that we are not alone out there, that while we may sometimes feel like we are fighting a losing game, that we fight it for a reason. It reminded me that we are different from those we stand against. Every time I feel the need to, I repeat this in my head...

“In silent rows of brown and tan they stood beneath the rain
that fell to the planet like angel’s tears amid the sad refrain.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, the notes hung on the air,
a last goodbye, a muffled cry, a word of whispered prayer.

And as beneath the flag I go to take my final rest,
my duty done, I leave you one, a lingering request.
To raise a glass in memory of all the good I’ve done;
To now and then tell stories of the races that I won.

Go start with all the bad guys – ones we lost and ones we caught,
of derring-do, heroics too, the battles that we fought.
But then recall with laughter all the mishaps we created,
the flubs and goofs, the pranks and spoofs, their telling oft-inflated.

But given time let stories turn to things that really mattered,
the ones we served who need us most, the broken and the battered.
Those who call in fear of violent spouse or muggers on the street,
and those stranded on a highway in a night of snow and sleet.

Don’t feel the need to mention all the burdens that we carried,
the awful sights and sounds and smells, the echoes we keep buried.
That’s just the price we pay to be the ones who charge the fray,
to rush into the worst of times when others run away.

It doesn’t matter when or where, it matters not the danger,
We race as though to help a friend when called on by a stranger.
And maybe just remind the few, if ill of us they speak,
that we are all that stands between the monsters and the weak.”

You all have yourselves a wonderful evening. Your last two drinks are on me.

Satisfied that he was leaving them with something inspiring (even if only to him) the massive Jedi Master walked off the stage and rejoined his wife who made her way to the bar to settle up. He went on to tell the bartender, as he dropped an account number down, that he was buying the “final rounds” for the Jedi in house, even those who are not. The only condition he asked for that they be the “virgin” model for each drink that they request, or better yet, something that is non-alcoholic, but does not taste alcoholic. Deceptive? Maybe. Well intentioned? Definitely.

Spoiler: The actual Poet who wrote this

Michael Marks, for those who are interested.

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Coruscant
Objective: Sing
Tag: Thelma Goth

Song

While Silas was keeping to a nice tone and voice in the song, Thelma sounded incredibly nervous and a screeching cat who has accidentally fallen into a cold bath. Somehow, Silas managed to keep a straight face through it all especially when they came face to face during the guitar solo "Free drinks? same here... I guess coincidence doesn't like us" or was it the force trying to tell them something? after all, they had bumped into each quite a few times now.

If that wasn't enough, her hands were quite sweaty and limp. What was up with Thelma lately? not long ago she kissed him at a ball and ran off, now she was acting even stranger during an event that was only made for some fun. She just needed to calm down, and let loose. For that to happen, Silas had an idea in mind to get a laugh out of her.

When the guitar was about to end, Silas broke away from her grip. With a point of his finger and a smile on his face, he took a deep breath and said the line

"Oh Thelma!"
​

 

[Amani Serys]

Amani grinned, "Well, safe to say your advice paid off," There was an unspoken look of gratefulness in the blue of her eyes. They were both ready for it, but actually taking that step was something different. A gentle nudge in the right direction was all that was needed.

Cora's performance had enraptured them both, and at Inanna's comment, Amani put her glass down, "Yyyep. That seems like as good a warning as any for me to stop," She snorted, "I don't need to be making that mistake for myself," The chief healer was a lightweight, and a sloppy drunk at that.

"So who's the lucky fella?" She rounded back to their talk of fiances.

Inanna Harth​

 

[Inanna Harth]

"So who's the lucky fella?"

"Wouldn't you like to know..." she muttered around the lip of the glass, taking another sip. "His name is Cato Harth. He's a Jedi. Said that he used to know you, kind of. You were both in the Silvers together."

Amani Serys​

 

[Thelma Goth]

"Oh Thelma!"

NO! WHY?!

Thelma cringed, eyes shut, waiting for the end. But nothing happened. She remained standing, awake, alert, and having missed her cue.

"... Yes Silas?" she mumbled a few seconds too late. They were off in uncharted territory now, the music getting farther ahead of them with each passing second. She was tempted to drop the mic and run off the stage.

Which she did wind up doing. Except after carefully setting the mic back on the stand, she turned to Silas, grabbed him by the shirt, and made a beeline for the nearest exit.

Silas Westgard​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

After wandering from the stage and back to the bar, Cora giggled at Desric's praise and took a sweeping, grandiose bow. The unbalanced Padawan nearly fell over and decided to heed his advice and stumble into a seat.

Cora lit up at the prospect of another drink, especially after having been denied service from Jasper earlier. "Why thank you! That was very thoughtful, Desric." Wasting no time, the parched singer took a generous sip of the fruity mocktail. It tasted just as good as her first, but without the kick. Perhaps she had simply gotten used to alcohol.

Pulling away from her drink with a satisfied gasp, she was all smiles. "That was quite exhilarating! I believe that my performance was not half bad." She nodded, assured by her own words. "Oh, but what did you think, Cadence? Please, tell me!"

She leaned forward, perhaps uncomfortably closed to the eyebot.

Desric Terassi

 

[Amani Serys]

Amani hummed in recognition , "For real? Yeah, I know him. Kinda. He and some of the other knights investigated my ah… defection. Helped clear my name," She became momentarily lost in thought, before returning to the present, "Yeah— Tell him I said... thanks." The mirialan smiled, and let another pause hang between them. Her smile then turned more sly.

"…Really? You're marrying him?" Her tone was more amused than critical, "Just… I dunno, I wouldn't have figured the two of you to be— well, compatible."

Inanna Harth​

 

[Inanna Harth]

"So I've heard. Forgive my assumption, but you don't seem like the type to defect to the Sith."

Inanna smiled. She was having fun with this now. "What exactly to you mean by 'compatible'?" she asked innocently.

Amani Serys​

 

[Desric Terassi]

Smiling broadly at her antics, he took another sip from his own drink - still only half-empty.

"Anytime." It seemed only polite to ensure that she would avoid further alcohol. While one-drink Corazona was amusing, it seemed in everyone's - especially her's - best interest to prevent her from getting drunker. Were Force Users a hazard when intoxicated? He did not actually know; he needed a great deal of focus, but the Jedi were trained for battlefields.

The last thing the club needed was someone being thrown through a wall by someone's combat reflexes.

His smile only broadened when she asked Cadence's opinion. The AI should be more than capable of lying with impunity, given her complete lack of physical 'tells' - at the same time, he knew perfectly well that she preferred honesty.

"It was certainly something, Cora," Cadence said, pointedly not evaluating its quality. "You were very brave to take the stage like that." Especially given her talent or rather lack thereof. "Was it your first time singing in public? If so, you were very confident!"

The eyebot's screen displayed applauding hands - but it remained ready to pull back to avoid getting headbutted.

<If you sugarcoat it any more, you will be serving her a pile of sugar.> Cadence pointedly ignored his message.

Corazona von Ascania​

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

A Bothan couple entered the establishment, each with one hand wrapped around the other's. The male on the right wore the dress uniform for the Alliance army captain while his wife wore a rich velvet dress. Behind them came a human woman with a fierce expression who came alongside the officer. She wore a tannish embroidered jacket with a bluish shirt underneath with fine woolen trousers of dark color and brown boots in a soft cross over knit top.

Despite the nice attire the human would appear a bit uncomfortable with the way she scanned the room all around her. Her demeanor was that of a person trying to remain professional but felt immensely exposed. Noticing their human's discomfort the lieutenant whispered.

"Now remember Minerva, behave yourself. This is the Cobalt Club, not some run down cantina on Tatooine. They won't tolerate any sign of violence so try to have your fun in…a different way."

Suppressing a sigh the unarmored Mandalorian replied, staring up at the stage.

"I'll…do my best. But if anyone threatens me I can't make promises that I won't fight back."

The captain sighed but his wife with an understanding smile remarked.

"Come now you two just learn to relax, it's not like a court trial. Minerva there are other ways to have fun besides bar brawling. You just have to be open to the possibilities."

The captain smiled in return, giving his beloved a kiss on the cheek while Minerva rolled her eyes but she thought.

Nih is being generous with me. Ever since I landed here on this planet, Captain Tren'dol's superiors have been trying to figure out what to do with me. We're allies to be sure but I get the feeling they don't want me loose on Coruscant's streets causing an 'incident' as they see it. Hence why was I invited by the captain to join him and Nih for a night at this club as some kind of compromise.

Finally turning to the Bothan pair she nodded. "We will see. So where are you lovebirds going to be sitting?"

Chuckling Nih pointed at one of the reserved tables near the stage on the left hand side. Finally Captain Tren'dol spoke up looking his charge in the eyes.

"As we agreed upon you can sit somewhere else just show some restraint. I'm not trying to make you deny your heritage and I doubt it would be even possible Minerva but not everyone lives according to your way. Please keep that in mind."

Raising both hands in a defensive manner Minerva interjected.

"Alright, alright ya made your point. I'm not a rancor in a glass shop."

Slightly annoyed, the captain nonetheless gave a nod while Nih laughed some more, before saying.

"Go enjoy yourself dear. You just might be surprised at the kind of fun there is to have here."

Minerva shook her head as Nih and the captain headed off. Quickly Minerva navigated through the crowd while thinking with a wince.

It feels so weird not wearing my armor in public. Well I sometimes went undercover during my merc jobs but this is not anything like that.

Within half a minute she sat down at one of the bar stools. A young Rodian server came over and asked.

"Your order?"

Pausing for a moment she then looked back at the waiter and said.

"Corellian ale." At the server's nod Minerca then looked back at the stage to watch whatever performance comes next.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Coruscant, Cobalt Club
Tags: Maran , Others...

"I'm gonna go get a drink. Not alcohol. Uh.. Yeah."

"...Good?" Jasper replied to this with a confused frown.

That was strangely specific. Was it that she planed on respecting the drinking age or getting a drink and was just lying about it. Either way, he was running the bar. Jasper would find out if she was doing anything. From there, he turned to his clone brother.

"Right then," he nodded. "Let's go."

Jalen followed the aura of his brother up onto the stage, preemptively switching his hallikset to electric. It was going to be fine. He couldn't see their faces, they couldn't see his. If it wasn't for the cheering, he wouldn't know they were even there, right? Not really. He could still feel them, but perhaps it was best to pretend that he couldn't. They didn't play up the theatrics like others had. Jasper just silently took his place at the mic.

"Ready?" his brother whispered back.

"Y-yeah," Jalen nodded.

He wasn't, but who really was.

"It kills me not to know this
But I've all but just forgotten
What the colour of her eyes were
And her scars and how she got tem
As the telling signs of age rain down
A single tear is droppinng
Through the valleys of an aging face
That this world has forgotten..."

And Jalen came in, filling the air with an electric hum as he began to back up his brother's singing. Now Jasper wasn't just okay. He was good. Like, really good. Good enough that had he been left on the doorstep of a music studio, he may have wound up becoming a musician with at least a cult following. A glimpse into an alternate life, perhaps, one where he never took up the blade. Jalen was fine if he was overshadowed in all of this. He didn't want the attention anyways...

​

The two had gone in a route most others hadn't. Louder, metal-er, and maybe even a tad bit "edgy," but they were just here to play. Never mind people's taste. Eventually, the final cord would be strummed. They concluded to thunderous applause, or at least what Jalen perceived as such. It was loud, anyways. Jasper, without much warning, scooped the young Jedi up onto his shoulders raising his hands in a bit of a celebratory showing. Jalen turned a bright red under his mask...

But he was smiling.

From there, Jasper would return to the bar, and Jalen would go home. The blind child had to ease his panic attack.

 

[Amani Serys]

Amani smiled sheepishly, "Yeah. It's- A bit more complicated that. But… yeah," This wasn't really the place to regale such a story even if she wanted to.

Inanna's inquiry got her to shrug, suddenly much more paranoid about her choice of words, "I just mean- like- I dunno. Your personalities seem very… different," Not that people couldn't have successful relationships with differently-minded people. Opposites attract, as they say. Still, they certainly struck Amani as a peculiar couple.

Inanna Harth​

 

[Cato Harth]

Speak of the devil.

Around the same time that Amani and Inanna began talking about Cato, he had made his way onto the stage. The man was slightly inebriated, and had a guitar strapped around his chest. He tapped the mic a few times and cleared his throat, "This one is for my fiancée," A few of the similarly drunk men near the front of the stage whooped in solidarity. Cato then shot Inanna a dumb grin, and pointed right at her, "This one is for you, Inanna!" And then, he began to play.



All things considered, he was a perfectly adequate singer, and even an above average guitarist. The song didn't exactly challenge his vocal range, and the addition of backup singers helped to uplift his own execution. For a night of drunken karaoke, and for how much unnecessary effort he put into his performance, the results could have been much worse. In any case, drunk Cato was shameless, leaving the stage with a lazy salute, having broken a sweat by the time he stumbled off back to the main floor.

Inanna Harth | Amani Serys​

 

[Inanna Harth]

"I just mean- like- I dunno. Your personalities seem very… different."

Before Inanna could reply, a commotion on the stage drew her attention. She did a double-take at the sight of a guitar-wielding and clearly drunk Cato dedicating a song to her.

"Well, I guess that answers your question," she said to Amani after Cato's performance had finished, barely controlling her laughter. "The man makes loving fun."

Amani Serys Cato Harth​