Soiree of the Century (Axis Members Only)

[Neilo Ardik]

The entire venue was completely rearranged to become an elegant ballroom fit for a king's return from battle. At least, that's how High Admiral Neilo saw it. This was his shining moment. Where he and his allies would become true comrades. Neilo had set up a special area for him and the other high ranked members of the Axis where he could meet n' greet with the Confederacy's allies in a regal setting.

Neilo's yacht had arrived first. It was a beautiful ship. Pearlwhite with no markings visible to the naked eye. As the High Admiral walked down the ramp onto the planet's surface, each step was one of a sophisticated veteran, poised like royalty. He wore his traditional dress greys, adorned with his many officer's bars and medals. For an event such as this, Neilo decided upon keeping his helmet off since he had no need for it's services.

The high admiral made his way into the venue to begin socializing with his many guests and allies. Hopefully, they would be as friendly to him as he had planned to be to them. Neilo was not one to shy away from making new friends. He actually enjoyed meeting new people hence why he became a marine. It's what they do pretty much everyday.

The party had begun.

Neilo's world. Party time. Excellent.

 

[Seris Vant]

Ahh, high society gatherings of the rich and powerful. The important and the plebs serving the little sausage rolls. Those delicious little sausage rolls. This was indeed a class act going on here; a true place for one of his standing to take part in. Now that was a lie. What place does a Pirate Lord have at a fancy ball other than holding the place up for random. Well that was untruthful too. Rayl Wilded was not your average everyday lord of the black deeps. He was sponsored by the Syndicate now, and more then just a piece of paper to wave about; he had important responsibilities to carry out. Diplomatic relations to uphold, military engagements to support, a fleet to direct. On top of the regular responsibilities of running his own shop. Twas a good thing Rayl had a full regal mode. And was always dressed for an occasion such as this. Only the finest of cloths and armors adorned him.

A few flirtatious comments passed to a pretty woman as he strolled around were well received. She was quite a looker, but it was a little early in the evening to be thinking of that. Rayl plucked an appraiser from a passing pleb, not stopping at all as he continued to peruse and snack. A man of military regalia and shiny metals came into his field of observation. Obvious he was one of the most important fellows here, best for the scoundrel lord to be at his best and make a good impression. High standings kept contracts in place, new ones to form, and guns off your back.

"Ahh now I recall. Admiral Ardik, a pleasure to meet you face to face sir. I am Lord Wilded of Kira". Rayl extended a gloved hand to the man. "The Confederacy spared no expense for our entertainment. I am already enjoying myself".

 

[Neilo Ardik]

@[member="Rayl Wilded"]

Neilo laughed as the group he was sharing stories with traded joke after joke. "And then the Gungan said 'Yousa no keep that. Yousa a wet noodle!" The group all shared a hearty laugh as the last punchline was said. "Good one, captain." Neilo complimented the marine. "You're always chock full of wondrous jokes." Neilo took a sip from his glass of cognac and smiled. So far, so good. The get together for Axis officers was going quite well. Neilo had seen many faces he never had the pleasure of meeting before.

"Lord Wilded, eh? I've heard much about you. Glad you could make it." Neilo grabbed the man's hand and shook it strongly. "I surely hope you are enjoying yourself at my little party I have put together." Neilo grinned as he made eye contact with the lord. "How has life been treating you, lord of Kira?" Neilo asked.

 

[Seris Vant]

"A might bit easier without our exchanges of turbo fire sir. It is a fairer deal to only have to fight two navies admirals then three". Rayl smilled, his usual red mask tucked down at his collar. Smiling of course that none of the three men had yet to get the upper hand on the Lord of Kiva, Ardik may of even lost his chance for good. "The old days are dead though. Grand changes will surely take place once this war ends. Our past is buried and the future uncertain. And where foes are friends, I just don't know what to expect next". Rayl laugh aloud, a joyous one at that. The two had been foes for years, now they had to get along and maybe even work together. What else could the man do but laugh.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine rather enjoyed formal occasions such as this, allowed him to mingle with the higher-ups of other organizations and meet new people. He was always fond of meeting new people, creating more connections and secret alliances to further his own personal goals and ambitions. He had come to this ball dressed in a fine pure white commander's suit with a pair of frilled golden shoulder-pads stitched into the suit at, where else, his shoulders. Along with that he sported a pair of black leather jackboots, and a single black leather glove pulled tightly over his right hand while his cybernetic left was allowed to remain bare to all who gazed upon it. It was a rather grim contraption, forged of black metal and dark bronze with servos that whirred silently with each movement of his artificial joints. He shook a few hands and nodded at a few choice individuals before making his way to one of the darker corners flanked by an attendant and at least three or four concubines he had decided to come to 'entertain' some guests as a friendly gesture of good will to the Axis officers.

Two guests that had peaked his interest was the High Admiral Neilo Ardik, obviously a relative of the former Emperor of the Empire, Tyrin Ardik, whom Kaine had not seen or heard from since his dethroning. The other was a pirate in service to the Black Sun Syndicate by the name of Lord Rayl Wilded, which Kaine recognized from a couple of files he pulled when researching a few choice individuals from every organization in the Axis that he had no real good knowledge on. Both of them would need to be watched carefully, especially the Ardik boy due to his ties with Tyrin.

@[member="Neilo Ardik"] @[member="Rayl Wilded"]

 

[Neilo Ardik]

@[member="Rayl Wilded"]

Neilo raised his glass to his lips for the last sip of his cognac before placing the glass on a nearby table. He then took a proper stance before replying to the pirate. "Well, hopefully we won't have to meet each other in such circumstances in the future." Neilo chuckled. The high admiral recalled their last encounter. It was not one he'd forget, nor was it one he was going to be sore about losing. "How have the years been treating you, comrade?" Neilo asked the man before him.

 

[Seris Vant]

@[member="Neilo Ardik"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

Rayl was clutched by Neilo's repeat of the same question to him. A slight word indifference but it was the exact question he had just answered. Rayl's eyes shifted side to side but a moment, seeking a face to be as perplexed by the Admirals restatement. It was quite a worrisome situation. A pondered lightning note handed out some possible answers to the Pirate. It could of been in their last battle he gave the Admiral a little more then a head rattle. The stress of his position could be revealing itself, causing him to loop back in discussions. Maybe something else had happened to him between their last encounter? And it should be said that Lord Wilded generally wouldn't entertain a thought on most. Something to be said about their foe relationship though, it was in a way special. Something that took years to build. Those years had perhaps not been as kind to the Admiral as it had to him though. Now was not the place to be asking the state of his mental health though. Rayl was quick of his thoughts and to get over his initial hurdle of unease. "Well, Admiral Ardik. May I say profitable too, especially as of late. How has this season of war been treating you"? Rayl took a quick look over his shoulder, something else was giving him an uneasiness about being here, with out a sausage roll or anything to boot. A man in white regalia was looking in their circle. Very disturbing looking character, long black hair and white clothing. Fashion senses were screaming my mother dresses me. Rayl smirked before turning his attention back to Ardik.

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared, the Lord Admiral of the Fringe Military stepped through the door and was amused at the sheer sign of wealth and prosperity the ball room showed. In some ways it angered him, for he still remembered the poor districts of the Coruscant Underworld and the sheer lack of.. well everything there. On the other hand he was glad to be part of all of this and that he was able to leave his shoddy past behind him.

He stood still for a moment and allowed himself to review the participants of the room. It was not hard to discern the more important guests of the party, namely High Admiral Nardik, the Sith Lord and King of Thule Zambrano and the self-proclaimed Pirate Lord Wilded. Interesting society indeed, but that was what Axis was all about. Bringing the various large factions of the Universe closer together to cooperate and bring forth a time of plenty for all of them.

Jared decided to first get himself something to drink, before mingling with the various high ranking officials. Walking up to the bar, he ordered himself a drink and sat down.

@[member="Rayl Wilded"] @[member="Neilo Ardik"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

 

[Neilo Ardik]

Neilo waved to a Confederate officer who called out to his name, a warm wave as if he knew the man well. "It's been busy. All of these administrative powers dropped on me at once. Nothing but paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. I hope to return to battle soon but we shall see." Neilo replied followed by a small chuckle. "Say, what have you and the rest of your organization been keeping yourselves busy with recently?" Neilo inquired with fake sincerity as to what the Black Sun were up to. As High Admiral, Neilo wanted to keep as many tabs as possible on his Axis allies just in case they were ballsy enough to become traitors. If Rayl were to be a bit shy with information, ONI would surely find out what he was hiding.

With his sharp eyes, Neilo managed to slightly see the visage of the notorious Kaine Zambrano. With a warm smile and raise of his hand, Neilo signaled the Sith Lord to approach him. Once Kaine was near, Neilo began with "Good day to you, Lord Kaine. I am glad to see an individual such as yourself make time for an old man's get together. You enjoying the ball?" Neilo stated then asked the Sith Lord. Considering the Confederacy's origins, it only seemed kosher that Neilo buddy up with members of the Sith Empire.
@[member="Jared Ovmar"] | @[member="Rayl Wilded"] | @[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

 

[Feena]

Another social event. Honestly, Feena was more used to this than she liked to admit. It seemed every time something good happened, someone had to throw the 'social event of the season' to celebrate. Or they hosted a ball to make political connections, or to bring spirits up when something bad happened, or just because someone was bored and needed some way to throw their wealth around.
Well, whatever the reason for this event, Feena was hardly one to complain. She rather enjoyed being out and about, especially when she was allowed to bring along her husband. Any time she could spend with him was precious. It seemed like she was away more and more now. It really didn't seem fair in her condition to work as hard as she did, but when she tried to feel mad about it, she reminded herself that half the work she did was of her own choosing and was really not required of her in the first place.

"Darling, be honest with me. Do I look terrible?"

It was an honest question. It was hard to not look fat when she was this pregnant. No matter how expensive the gown, no matter how fashionable, she still felt like the most unattractive person in the room no matter where she was.

She laced her arm around his as they walked in. She took such pride in the way she held herself. She was known to be so graceful, so elegant... And now she felt like a bantha stomping around in an expensive dress. She did not feel like she should be here and it absolutely showed in the way she had dressed for the occasion.

Feena never wore black, but she would wear gray if she thought she could get away with it, and tonight was one of those nights that she thought she could get away with it. A nice dark color to make her look slimmer... hopefully. The high empire waist of the gown really did not help. It was such an unflattering silhouette, if you asked her, but nothing could really be done about it. There were only so many styles that would fit her anymore.

@[member="Keter"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Sophia enjoyed going to formal gatherings like this. They offered her the ability to mingle with other higher ups and make friends. She didn't know any members of Axis that were not apart of the confederacy so this would be good for her and what was good for her was also good for her district. While this was supposed to be a fun party Sophia knew that she needed to stay alert at all times. She knew far too well how easily things could turn for the worse still she planned to have some fun.

Entering the ballroom dressed in a knee length black dress Sophia glanced around for any familiar faces. Besides the dress she also had on an emerald green necklace and matching bracelet. Now that she wasn't an officer she was able to dress any way she wished for these events. Finding none she picked up a drink from one of the waiters to carry around with her as she wandered around the ballroom mingling with the other guests. She hoped that her guest would be able to make an appearance here tonight with her. She knew he was busy but it would be nice to not be here totally alone.

@[member="Neilo Ardik"] @[member="Rayl Wilded"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="VenomTartarus"]

 

[Chupa La'Roi]

Chupa strolled into the soiree wearing his old Imperial Royal Guard armor, minus the helmet and fancy cape, replaced by his normal raiding armor and shiny bantha skin boots, his shaggy mane open to the air, mouth almost stuck in a permanent grin. His first gathering with other major members of the Axis, so, you know, first impressions and all that.

Tongue openly wagging at the sight of some of the ladies that were hung around the arms of some of these folks, he strutted right up to the small group of members gathering. Some he recognized from the Fringe, but others...Ah well. Smirking, he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled,

"Let's get this party started!"

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

(OOC: This, plus a big shade hat.)

Vorhi smirked. This was going to be a nice change of pace. Nice suit, black lacquered hat, and his lucky dancing boots. He smirked walking right over to the host, the illustrious high Admiral, and extended a respectful bow, with one fist over the other. "It is a pleasure, High Admiral," he said with a grin. It was nice to avoid stuffy delegations for a change. Now he could cut loose and relax. "So, how's the new office here on Bothawui? Enjoying the weather?" He said with a cheerful laugh, smirking with his blindfold and hat cheerfully shining under the light.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

There was no way Hannibal was supposed to be here. He wasn't important, he didn't hold a fancy title or sway over vast swathes of space. He was a mercenary and a bounty hunter. One who was sponsored by BlasTech and frequently worked with the Confederate. But there he was, in the fanciest suit he could rent. There was a medal pinned to it, possibly indicating he had done something worthy of merit in the field. It was likely that was what had landed him an invitation to this party. So far it seemed he didn't have any trouble blending in, managing to keep a gaggle fancy looking attendees enthralled with some sort of a war story.

"So there I am, standin' there right in front 'a the guy. Got my disruptor pistol pointed inn'is face." Hannibal mimicked a gun with his right hand, his cybernetic arm (the same arm that was weaponized and illegal in most civilized space), and pointed it for affect. "And I says to 'im, this is what I says to 'im."

"I says: Lissen 'ere, punk. I know what ya thinking. Ya thinkin', 'did he fire ten shots, or only nine?' Well, Imma level with ya. I kinda lost track myself in all this commotion, dig?"

Hannibal went from guest to guest, pointing his pantomime'd gun at each of them. It was all dramatics. Theatrics, of course. "An' I'm lookin' at this guy. I can see the gears turnin' in 'is head. He's goin' over that fire fight we just had. Tryin' ta count the shots, dig? So I ask 'im something. Ya know, expedite those turnin' gears."

He stopped at the last guest, raising his fingers to poke the man right between the eyes with the "gun." The guest, previously laughing along with the others, suddenly went dead silent. Hannibal looked the startled fellow dead in the eyes, the orange cybernetics making his stare both piercing and very uncomfortable.

"Do ya feel lucky, punk?" Hannibal clicked, imitating the sound of a gun being cocked. The man continued to stare back at him, blinking a number of times and silently hoping Hannibal would move on with his story and as far away from him as possible. "Well do ya?"

Hannibal abruptly turned from the man, returning to address the rest of the gaggle of onlookers.

"Guy says nothin', a'course." Hannibal adroitly snagged a drink from a waiter that just happened to stroll on by, not breaking eye contact with his paltry audience in his doing so. "Those Aqualish, y'know? Not too bright. Takes some time f'r 'em ta think thoughts."

He took a swing from the drink, continuing to saunter around as he recalled his tale. Hannibal liked this kind of thing, telling his stories to random collections of strangers. Not so much because he liked entertaining people. What he did like was bragging and being listened to. In order to do either of those things without making people hate you, he had to be fun about it. Make it a spectacle, a dramatic affair; something folks would actually like to hear. How else was a man to get his kicks without actually kicking something? Sure, he had just made that one Aqualish ambassador storm off in a huff, but that was irrelevant.

"Then get this, I'm tellin' ya- bonafide truth -this is what the guy does: he starts laughin'. Like he knows somethin', dig? Counted th' shots an' whatnot. Then he goes for his gun." Hannibal paused, inclining his head, looking for another passerby to harass via audience-storyteller interaction. He spotted a lady moving around from group to group, @[member="Sophia Walsh"]. He had a winner. "Ey, Lady. C'mere. Ask me what I says to the guy."

He gestured to her with his free hand, beckoning her over. "Go on, ask me what I says t' the guy."

 

[Onrai]

@[member="Sophia Walsh"]

Circe had arrived here at the Soiree, a soft smile on her face. Her research into genetic engineering had been moving along quite well, but she needed some assistance with her next level of experiments. Eying through the persons here, she thought that someone who rarely noticed her would be perfectly suited to the task at hand. And funny enough, here someone was. Though it was of course proper for her to get to know the woman first.

"Hi... I'm Polarine, from the CIS. You're Sophia Walsh, right?"

 

[Sophia Walsh]

"What he say?" She turned to the guy whom had motioned to her. It had been a good long while since someone like him had turned her way. Sophia was used to dealing with people whom acted all proper and that. This was a breath of fresh air though she wouldn't let him know that.

Taking a sip of her drink she walked closer so that she could actually hear the rest of the story. She was sure it wasn't one that she couldn't easily catch up on.

It wasn't long however that her attention was diverted again. No matter where she went it seemed to happen. She didn't know this new comer as of yet even though she was in the confederacy as well. "Yes, I'm Sophia. It's nice to meet you. How can I help you?" Normally when someone was looking for her it was all business. Sophia guessed that was the case here. She could never seem to get a nice night off.

@[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Sophia Walsh"] | @[member="Circe Savan"]

"What do I says t' th' guy?" Hannibal echoed, holding up a single finger and looking between the crowd before looking back to the woman he'd called out. "I'll tells ya what I says to the guy. I says to the guy-"

Hannibal was cut off from finishing the rest of his statement by the sudden interjection of a woman with green skin. Hannibal's brow furrowed and he scowled. There were two things Hannibal hated more than anything else in the whole wide Galaxy. One of them was being interrupted in the middle of a story. That wasn't exactly strange. Lots of people didn't like to be interrupted, but it wasn't that Hannibal didn't like to be interrupted. It was that he absolutely loathed it with every fiber of his Fondorian being. There were few words in the Basic language to describe the intensity of the fury that boiled over inside of Hannibal at that very moment.

Oh, and the second thing was accordions. Hannibal hated accordions.

"Ey, Green Beans," Hannibal growled. "Do you not see that I am in the middle of'a conversation right now?"

 

[Onrai]

"My apologies, but I would indeed appreciate it if you stopped attempting to be speciesist towards me simply due to my skin coloration." She crossed her arms, eying him over and all the while focusing, building up a Force Push if it ended up being necessary. "I'll wait until you finish, if you're going to be so insistent about it."

And with that, she stood there, silent and waiting for him to finish his story.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Sophia Walsh"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Circe Savan"]

"'I would indeed,' she says. Like she ain't as green as Dagobah." Hannibal mocked. "What, you gonna tell me ya ain't green? Or did I get the plant wrong? What are ya, a ficus?"

Hannibal gestured wildly, apparently still in spectacle-making mode. This interruption had annoyed him right and proper. Now there was only one way to release the steam that had been rapidly building up. That is to say he released it by figuratively exploding and directing the rage towards the woman.

"Tell ya what, make like a tree an' get the hell outta 'ere. That branch grownin' outta ya ass is spoilin' my groove, dig?" Hannibal jabbed his thumb behind him, indicating the direction he believed the interrupter should exit from.

 

[Onrai]

"Quit being such a blatant racist. If you were looking for any respect from @[member="Sophia Walsh"], two credits says you've lost it all. Now, I'm going to go and find people to talk to who aren't imbecilic meatbags like ,who can only come up with insults based on someone's species and biological makeup. Sophia, if you'd like to join me, I'd appreciate it."

The energy was still building up, and already several people who'd been listening to Hannibal's speciesist rant had left the circle of conversation, not wanting anything to do with such an obvious bigot.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]