Soiree of the Century (Axis Members Only)

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Circe Savan"]

In reality, the people who departed did so because the story was no longer being continued (a story which she had rudely interrupted) and they no longer wished to bear witness to the slowly escalating exchange. In a Galaxy filled with bigots, one more wasn't all that strange an occurrence for those gathered. Especially if they happened to feel the same about creepy non-humans. The remainder of them snickered with varying degrees of comfort as Hannibal rattled off his insults and the green woman's attempts to return fire only gave the Fondorian more ammunition.

"Meatbag? Looks like I ain't the only speciest in th' room after all! You get that insult from the back 'a ya cereal 'a somethin'? You are one unoriginal broad, sweetheart." Hannibal gave a harsh laugh, extending his arms and looking to onlookers as he directed his next statement towards them. "Lissen t' this man-jaw'd, overgrown weed prattle on! It's killin' me!"

"Do yaself a favor an' piss off. Quit harassin' the Lady Walsh while ya at it. Keep it up, an' Imma rip that branch outta ya ass and beat ya t' death with it. Capiche, dingus?"

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Taking a few steps backwards Sophia watched as the two seemingly fought for her attention which was silly. People didn't fight for her attention ever they knew how to wait their turn and act respectfully. That was the military though and this obviously wasn't that. It didn't seem like some knew how to get along or just didn't wish to get along. They both could have just walked away but instead words were exchanged. It seemed though that Circe was smart enough to leave the situation though.

Sighing she took a sip of her drink as she shook her head. If she would have still been in the military she would have handled it this in her own way. She definitely had plenty of experience dealing with fights that broke out amongst her crew. This however was a whole different setting and she not the same person. She had to say something though.

"You know, you don't have to insult people. She was just saying hi after all. I don't believe she was meaning to be rude. It happens. Lighten up."

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

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

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

"Me? lighten up? Why, I'm light as a feather, sweet'art." Hannibal assured Sophia, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Green broad interrupted me. I'm sure 'er vision an' hearin' can't be all that bad, even if she's some kinda fern on legs. She knew what she was doin'. Don't matter if she meant nothin' by it or not- 'cause it meant something."

Hannibal wasn't done cracking wise. Not by a long shot. It was his one true passion... Besides droid engineering and soldiering, of course. Perhaps he had multiple passions. First he had been interrupted, then he had been called a meatbag, imbecile, and then insulted his Grade-A snark. The gloves were off now. There would be no mercy found in Hannibal's verbal warfare. Only relentless, incessant badgering until he felt he was paid what he had been owed. Melodramatic? Yes. But what was the fun in life if one couldn't be an actor once in a while?

"Bimbo probably got doused with too much pesticide as a child." Hannibal's cybernetic gaze swiveled from Sophia back to Circe. "That true, ya fethin' shrub?"

 

[Onrai]

Circe merely smiled, waiting for the meatbag to stop talking and start actually trying to cause a physical confrontation. After all, the more he insulted her, the longer she had the opportunity to build up energy for what she intended to do.

This was going to be interesting , as @[member="Sophia Walsh"] rather obviously didn't appreciate @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] going full-scale insulting.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Circe Savan"]

Hannibal's eyes narrowed and he scowled, none-to-pleased with the smile on Circe's face. Other people were supposed to be smiling, or laughing, even. Not her. That was the direct antithesis of what he was going for here. She was clearly up to something, but Hannibal was too focused on tearing her a new one to even consider who she was or if she had the capacity to respond in a violent manner. All she had managed so far was to return-bluster in a meaningless, unimpressive way. Weak. Now she was just standing there smiling.

"What the hell are you smirkin' about, twinkletoes? You gotta brain? Do you not understand that I am currently roastin' you alive in front 'a this whole soiree?" Hannibal sneered, raising his voice. "Man, I swear, it's like talkin' to a wall. A stupid, green goddamn wall with fake tits an' a bad nose job. You got one ugly mug. You know that, ya damn Nerf?"

Hannibal was getting up in her face now, determined to assert his dominance over one who had committed such a trite, near-meaningless slight against him. He loved it all. The theatrics, the attention he was drawing... Hannibal wasn't making a scene. He wasn't making a spectacle either. This was his performance.

"I will give ya one last chance- hear me; one -to get the hell outta my sight. Ya know, 'for I make due on my prior statement with the branch stuck up ya ass. You readin' me yet, shrub?"

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared had silently followed their exchange for some time now and he was amusing himself greatly. But when he noticed the beautiful woman who called herself @[member="Sophia Walsh"]? Well let us just say that his attention had been diverted majorly.

As such while the two lovers were trying to ease their sexual tension, he walked up towards Sophia and said: "Good day.. Lady Walsh I pressume? My name is Jared Ovmar, Lord Admiral of the Fringe Confederacy. " He then flashed a charming smile and continued: "What do you say if I got you a drink and we leave those two people alone to their fighting?"

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

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Sophia was about to open her mouth and say something about this situation but another came in the picture to stall her. It was a good thing too as what she had to say was none too pleasant and inappropriate for a lady. She was trying to make friends here not alienate people.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lord Admiral Ovmar." She smiled back turning her attention away from the fighting. Sophia had come to this function to meet someone like him not to fight. While she didn't like the behavior she found it best not to say anything. This after all was not her kingdom but such things wouldn't be tolerated there. It was best to go with him for now though she disapproved of the situation.

"That sounds like a lovely idea. Let's leave them to their fighting. I would love to get to know you more." She assumed that he knew her as he knew her. If not, she could remedy that too.

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

 

[Onrai]

"I'm not fighting though, Miss Walsh. I'm merely standing here listening to this man rather rudely insult me." She smiled, eying the man who had just walked up. "Nice to meet you, Lord High Admiral Ovmar. That's a lot of titles."

Of course, @[member="Jared Ovmar"] would likely recognize Circe as a member of the Fringe, assuming he'd been there for a significant amount of time.

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

 

[Arage Bao]

It was interesting to see how both the mercenary as Lady Savan had been fighting for Lady Walsh's attention. And in the end? In the end they both lost it, due to not properly adjusting their priorities. Oh yes, he had recognized Pandeima and it was funny how she acted all silly to bait him into a conversation. Instead he just winked and corrected her: "Lord Admiral Ovmar, my dear." Then he turned around and offered his arm to the Lady Walsh and said with boyish smile: "Well then, Lady Walsh. There is not a lot to tell about me. Just a man of the military."

All of this while slowly guiding her away from the nasty fight and to the bar for a couple of drinks. Because honestly who ever wants to be part of some drama, while it was also possible to have a good time.

"I would actually like to hear more about you and your faction. Tell me, what do you think the most important value is of the CIS?"

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

 

[Sophia Walsh]

"I'm sure there is plenty to tell about yourself Lord Admiral Ovmar." She smiled taking his offered arm and following him along to the bar. She knew plenty of military men and there was always more to them than what met the eye. He at least had some war stories she was sure that he could share. "Forgive me for not already knowing but I'm curious, what are you lord over?"

Sophia felt a little bad for not already knowing. She probably ought to have done her homework before coming here but she hadn't. All of her focus as of late had gone to District 2 and making it a better place. She had a million projects going on including what to do in ways of a government but that didn't excuse the fact she didn't know many of her allies. That though was the reason she took the night off and came here today.

"I would have to say our most important value is our freedom at least it is in my District. A high majority of the citizens were slaves at one point or another. I aim to ensure my people are able to keep their freedom."

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Chupa La'Roi]

Eyeing this conflict between Hannibal and Circe out of the corner of his...eyes, Chupa almost slid across to Hannibal and stuck out his hand to him, as if to shake it.

"Chupa La'Roi, at your service! Nice to see a man with such boasting in his blood as I!"

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Circe Savan"]

Hannibal said nothing. This was quite a shocking turn of events, considering his recent behavior. The green lady continued to fail to address Hannibal's demand that she abscond from his field of vision as quickly as possible. She also seemed to be outright ignoring him once again. Just as before, this only served to further infuriate Hannibal. Like most beings, Hannibal had a tipping point. Now it had been reached. Just as Circe turned her head to address the recently arrived Lord Admiral, Hannibal's Repulse-Hand fired to life as he swung a superhuman right-hook for the back of Circe's head. There was enough power and speed in that single punch to floor a Wookie and give a Rancor pause.

Hannibal was not concerned with keeping Walsh's attention nor particularly perturbed that he had seemingly lost it. That the Admiral had now eloped with her was of little consequence to him as well. She had, after all, been chosen as a random passerby to participate in an engaging tale. One that Circe had interrupted. He had then been further incited in several ways that most would deem trite and subsequently let go. Unfortunately, Hannibal was not most people. Well, that, and he was still determined to make a spectacle.

There was no higher crime than to Hannibal than interrupting him in the midst of an engaging story. Except people who played the accordion. Goddamn those accordion players.

 

[Onrai]

And that was the moment she'd been waiting for. The moment that she had spent the last few minutes consistently charging and focusing her Force energy for. He swung at her as she turned around, ducking... and was caught in response by a massive Force Push. Massive as in Circe would be on her knees gasping for breath from the strength that had just been sapped from her body, attempting to(but failing) to smirk at what she'd been planning in case of an attack. And "massive" as in powerful enough to easily send @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] through the ceiling. And the ceiling above that, and the ceiling above that... And a significant few hundred feet in the air. She smiled whimsically before crawling towards the bar in an attempt to get something to drink and regain her energy before leaving.

He had swung into it, after all.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Circe Savan"]

Contrary to what Circe thought would happen, Hannibal did not travel upwards through several layers of ceiling and through the roof. That would be entirely ridiculous and not at all in line with a realistic assessment of the abilities Circe had. She was, after all, a mere Knight. A knight that did not specialize in telekinetic bursts at that. Hannibal was indeed sent upward and into the ceiling, where he smacked it with a sickening thud. Fortunately, this building wasn't made out of toothpicks, so there wasn't all that much extensive damage to the ceiling. Hannibal, on the other hand...

Hannibal plummeted to the ground like a rock, landing on a host of minor nobles that Circe was now, technically, guilty of assaulting. Hannibal had no comments to make for the time being, instead groaning in pain alongside the nobles he had landed on. He began struggling back to his feet, the objective of breaking Circe's limbs the only thing weighing on his mind.

 

[TB-705]

YubYub waltzed into the soiree, wearing nothing but a loincloth. The teddy bear immediately spotted his hated enemy @[member="Circe Savan"], attracting attention to herself by throwing around some cyborg-thing - @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] - and stomped over with tiny feet, a rapist's smile on his face. He was wearing what looked like dead skin and hair atop his head, woven into some sort of strange tribal headpiece.

Why the tiny, foul-mouthed Crime Lord of Endor had been invited to the soiree was a question no one seemed able to answer.

"Heyayou! Whatcha doin there ya lil' fethin mothakriffin murderer? I thought we killed your fething hide, lil' banthakriffer, lil' lizardfether." He ripped the headdress off. "This is ya kriffin scalp after all, fethin' Circe Savan."

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi did what any astute member of the diplomatic corps of the CIS did. He walked over, standing near the punch bowl, staying the ever-loving feth out of this cluster of dancing rancor intestines. He looked over at Admiral Ardik and sighed. "Some people just can't attend a party these days," he muttered, sipping his drink and mumbling something that any other Miralukan would know a general curse of dishonor upon the house of the fallen False God, Morzenkyo the Abiding. He sat back, but focused his breath, preparing for the impending brawl that was about to happen. He knew it, in his bones. he wondered which idiot was going to have be bounced back into this little mosh pit from hell.

 

[Onrai]

Smiling, Circe walked away, holding her datapad as she messaged the one who ran this event, @[member="Neilo Ardik"].

Dear Mr. Ardik,

One of your guests, @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], just attempted to assault me with a repulsor-hand, a weapon illegal in this system. I successfully warded off his assault, and will gladly pay any damages my defending myself caused, but he did attempt to assail me first, as a significant amount of witnesses will gladly tell you. As well, the Ewok who just arrived, @[member="YubYub the Vengeful"], just admitted to having the scalp of a sentient he evidently removed, a crime against nature. I would merely like to inform you of what these persons have done.


Thank you for the party,

Polarine
CIS Technical Representative

And with that, the last vestiges of her Force Energy began to feed her immersion, slipping out of the soiree undetected as she returned to her shuttle.

That was fun.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="YubYub the Vengeful"]

Hannibal staggered to his feet, lunging for Circe, but then suddenly she vanished. Strange. He hadn't even received a chance to retaliate and she was already heading for the hills. It was odd that she managed to do such a thing despite having drained a significant portion of her energy earlier, but Hannibal didn't know that and so really couldn't think about it too extensively. Instead he tried to refocus his vision and locate the source of what sounded like a squealing teddy bear.

Oh, wait, it actually was a squealing teddy bear. An Ewok dressed like a savage was spouting enough profanity to make a Confederate war droid blush, but he mentioned a name that caught his attention. Circe Savan? He had seen a bounty posting for that name.

"Oi, fuzzball. What're ya yakkin' about Savan for?" Hannibal did a double take. "...Was... Was that her?"

 

[Arage Bao]

Behind them he could clearly hear the sound of a struggle and then a grunt of pain. Jared shook his head at that, it seemed Pandeima had been able to solve her own problems after all. Still it would be prudent to help the ol' mercenary up, he might be of some use later on. As such Jared drew upon the vast reservoir that is the Force and released his mind to find the signature of the Mercenary. He was not that badly hurt, strong fellow indeed. Without so much as a second glance, Jared ordered them some drinks while slowly pouring his energy into the wounds of the amusing man with a small mental message: "I would suggest you to pick your targets more carefully, friend. This should help you a bit, cheers." @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

"I'm sure there is plenty to tell about yourself Lord Admiral Ovmar. Forgive me for not already knowing but I'm curious, what are you lord over?"​

Jared smiled at the words of the woman and said: "Please, call me Jared. And to answer your question, I am Lord over the Armies of the Fringe Confederacy. I hope I do not disappoint with my lack of noble blood, my Lady?" he asked her with a wink, to show there was no offense.

"I would have to say our most important value is our freedom at least it is in my District. A high majority of the citizens were slaves at one point or another. I aim to ensure my people are able to keep their freedom." ​

Freedom, yes it was one of the important values of the whole galaxy if you would ask Jared. How could it otherwise be when growing up in the gutter of Coruscant's Underworld? Every single one of those lost souls wished for freedom and most of them got their wishes denied. The Fringe on the other hand granted that wish, freedom for all was its major creed. There was only one single planet that did not abide by it, Rakata Beta. Measures would have to be taken, he would make sure it would happen.

"Freedom.. a very commendable effort. I applaud you, my Lady. I wonder though, if I may be so bold. Have you ever been in the military? It is just stance and gaze that impressed me very much."

@Sophia Welsh

 

[Sophia Walsh]

"No of course not. Being Lord over the armies by itself is quite impressive." She was basically the same as him just an elected official. Sophia had scratched and clawed her way to where she was today. There was a possibility in the future of ascending to queen. "I'm not of noble blood myself Jared and please call me Sophia."

If anything was in Sophia's blood it was the military. "I was a Senior Commander in the Navy before I was elected Viceroy of District 2. Being in the Navy is quite the family tradition going back generations. I dare say my father is upset that I'm not anymore." She might have ranked up but her Admiral father didn't seem that pleased probably because she was above him.

"I must thank you for getting me out of that mess before I did anything unladylike."

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]