Dominion Starbird | GA Dominion of Coruscant

[Tempest Yore]

Tempest celebrates her Knighting!!

Dance Club Party!!



She delighted in the fact that he would entertain her fancy, even if he promised to dance with her only for the moment. She had that moment to get to know a bit of the person beneath such a handsome exterior.

"I am sorry. You probably already came here with someone; am I right? I mean… there is absolutely no way you are single!"

He asked her name and made a comment about the nature of Coruscant women. "Frankly I am from here, and I am not from here. Let's say I don't remember where I was born, but some years after that, then I ended up here," she said.

Her red wine bottle hung down at her hip, in a sling over her shoulder. Tempest held onto her new dance partner, Lucien Dooku , her arms wrapped around his neck as she swayed snug against his body as he lead her across the dance floor.

By what he said, he gave the impression that he might not be from around here. "You don't have to remain a stranger. You can make me a respectable woman."

Tempest stared dreamily at her partner in concentration, and she was about to reveal her name to him when she felt a rapid tap upon her shoulder and a crew member of her allied flight squadron asked in passing, "You going to be good for formations practice tomorrow, Miss Somber?"

Tempest pursed her lips and raised her eyes in concentration as she decided, "Nope."

"Well that has to be ok, I suppose we all deserve some R&R. We will pick up in a few days."

Tempest smiled and looked back to her dance partner. "Splendid idea!"

"Somber! Congratulations!" some others in passing said.

"M'hm! Indeed," she remarked. Tempest smiled again. Somber is her squadron call-sign. She soon found her focus caught up in her dance partner's smoky-blues. Her fellow squad members drifted off.

She had no idea what her new interest had in mind before she snagged him. For this exact moment she didn't even care. He is a hottie. Beyond the basics, her intuition is dulled by the wine. Life took on a surreal existence, under the strobe lights and the drifting smoke. The dance club is packed with people seeking a good time with friends, good food and good music. Some people she knows. Many she doesn't. Some have come to bid her well wishes and gone off to meet others. Some remained dancing, while other spread out about the tables near their friends. This could very will become her special place, she felt. Especially if this one comes around often!

She watched the waiter carrying a huge tray over his shoulder make his way across the dining area. He delivered a very expensive assortment of delectable imported interstellar crustaceans over to her table. Suddenly Miss Somber planted a quick kiss upon Luc's cheek and she backed out of his embrace. She took hold of his hand as she offered, "Join me!" She led the way over to the tables.

Tempest set the wine upon the table and immediately introduced her new acquaintance to those already seated. There is only two whose names she already knew, "Rendar and Taral." Tempest hadn't yet been introduced to the other two girls at the table, so in front of Luc she immediately asked them their names so he could be introduced as well. She didn't know any of them prior to that evening. The building being packed, she made an arrangement earlier on to sit together with this particular crowd, and decided on her own to celebrate the night with food not offered on the free menu. She doesn't care about money. It's her celebration! Her friends would sit close by and share in her spread.

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Objective 1: WOOOOO!
Coruscant, Galactic City, Senate District

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Realizing he'd failed to properly greet the High Admiral's company as she's introduced, Cassius offers the woman a subtle bow of his head, "Wing-Commander Cartwright, is it? A pleasure. Do you plan to keep flying with the Corellians, or join the federal Defense Force?"

"Yes... It's an honor to meet you, Admiral," Ava answered Cassius Callaesar with a professional smile about her pale pink lips and a slight cant of her golden head. "Well, after I successfully complete my current mission... " She patted her extended belly gently to make the point. "...I will reaccess where I can be most useful for the Galactic Alliance as a whole."

Goldie did miss flying a starfighter and dancing amongst the stars. She did wonder though if after having the baby if this motherhood thing would change her perspective. Pushing the limits of skill had won the day several times in the middle of a furball, but also had almost cost the Ralltiiri her life and bought her a prosthetic arm.

While the speeches continued, Ava clapped accordingly as each dignitary highlighted the importance of unity and their aspirations for it. The messages were mostly meaningful though with a side of political speak about them of course.

Perhaps she had been standing for too long in one spot, but now her back was beginning to hurt, well ache more like it. Dull at first then a little more intense as time passed, but nothing she couldn't handle. Ava had felt the discomfort before on the trip from Corellia to Coruscant, but a walkabout the ship and fluids had seemed to make it better

"Drack," she leaned over and whispered softly to Dracken Pryce in-between conversations the Corellian admiral was having with his counterparts. "I need to move about. Perhaps we can get a refreshment when you are done, hmm?"

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[Quinvee Dogen]

It was his turn now. To be honest, that toss, well it was not great. He expected that from one of those boys he'd inadvertently scared off. Not someone supremely confident in their ability like she had been a moment ago. Well, time to shatter her hopes and dreams. He set his drink down again, he'd been sipping as she got ready to throw, and tossed her a smirk that said 'That the best you got?' But she quickly looked away from him. He mentally sighed. Everyone stared at him. He was way too tall to be Mirialan and way too huge to boot, but that's why he'd gotten into sports to begin with. Nothing stopped him when he had the ball and charged through their lines and nobody was getting passed him.

Shrugging it off he walked over to the sim and picked up the ball. His turn now. He had to be careful not to break the machine and also still throw with enough force to utterly shatter any hope of winning.

"I work part-time at Rebel News Network and Coronet University as a guest professor and substitute," he said as he wound up, proper form and all. "History of Force Traditions and The Jedi." The ball left his fingertips, spinning through the air as a smashball should and landed in the "basket" that was his "teammate". His score updated and he turned to throw her a wild grin. "Also used to play for the Corellian Juggernauts."

Nora Lithos

 

[Nora Lithos]

Part-time journalist and professor? Nora slowly turned back around towards Quin and watched him take up stance. Force tradition and Jedi? Her eyes blinked out of surprise at their shared interest, but they quickly stopped as he took his shot at the ‘teammate’ and dropped the real truth bomb that he was, in fact,

A professional.

Fething.

Athlete.

What little had remained of Nora’s confident and smug demeanour quickly changed to one of horror. She had officially become the little Arkanian that bit off more than she could chew, the unprepared calf who had just challenged a full-grown bull to a show of strength. There were many analogies that could describe what she felt in that very moment, but hey, that was for a second or two at most.

With the realization that she was about to lose pretty damn raw, Nora let out a happy chuckle at the fact.

“Alright,” She said and shook her head with a grin. “So I might have picked the wrong opponent for this one, but…” Nora grabbed her second ball lined up for her and held it in her hands. “That just means I can learn a thing or two.”

Nora tossed the ball that bounced against the rim of the basket and then back out again. She turned back around towards Quin with a frustrated sigh and yet another shake of her head. She leaned against a nearby railing and crossed her arms before her.

“What made you pick Force Traditions, and the Jedi in particular?”

Quinvee Dogen

 

[Quinvee Dogen]

He pondered the question for a few seconds before answering. He'd never really thought about why he went into the field he had and not once had anyone in his family or his field questioned him on his decision. Folding his arms over his chest, he shrugged.

"I guess, I just felt left out. Both of my older siblings are Jedi," he said nonchalantly. They weren't famous or by any means well known Jedi. They tended to not stick out in the crowd and seemed content doing what they could to help those in need. A scholar couldn't really be as helpful to their communities as a Jedi could. "They're twins," he added quickly. It was his turn again so he took a few more sips, another ball, another windup and...DING DING DING as he scored. He'd have to show her how to throw if she wasn't going to toss herself over the railing in frustration.

"They always came home with their stories of adventure and mystery so I sought out to answer some of those questions they left me with." He held out the ball to the pouty woman.

Nora Lithos

 

[Dracken Pryce]

"Congratulations High Admiral!" He shouted as the man walked off towards the stage. He'd heard that he'd taken a blaster bolt for the Corellian Senator during one of their meetings. The Diktat had been a hair away from ordering a fleet the system, or so the rumors went. He didn't recognize any of the beings on the stage getting awards, probably because half of them were Jedi and the other a large Skakoan, but he clapped when the crowd did and hooped when they called out the Admiral's name. Ava's interruption though brought a look of worry to his face.

He reached out to hold her arm comfortingly, too afraid to let her wander into the crowd. Sure, they were on the surface, but Coruscant was still a dangerous place, especially at night. Was he being too worried? Maybe.

"Is everything okay?" He whispered back, "Do you need to sit down? Let me grab you that drink. What did you say you wanted?" the questions came out rapid-fire from the nervous soon-to-be first time father.

Ava Cartwright-Pryce

 

[Lok Xiangu]

“Oh, boy, I wonder what shithole Coruscant will suffer in ten years,” the mercenary chuckled to himself at his own joke, remembering the last tragedy Coruscant was afflicted by in the waning hours of the Galactic Alliance. Last he remembered a Super Star Destroyer was sabotaged and was aimed right for the Jedi Temple of the Coruscant, along with the Sith Empire appearing from the stars and bombarding the planet. He wasn’t here for that mess, he’d only be there on the winning side and not the losing one.

Winning meant getting paid. Lok never recalled a moment where just and noble governments paid as much as Empires and Imperiums.

You know what else paid? Crime, and that’s what he was here for. Expand his base from Maena, in the Unknown Regions, to the beating heart of the Galaxy. Hyperlanes and trade routes were invaluable to everyone, no matter who. With Coruscant having access to most of the important ones it was crucial to have some kind of footing in here. Of course, things would be difficult with the Jedi and the benevolent Alliance, but has the filth of the Underworld ever been truly tamed?

If they couldn’t do it before, then they couldn’t do it again.

But first a drink or ten, and maybe some spice to complement that, before doing any business maneuvers. He was glad that he did when he saw a very familiar face at the bar he stopped by.

“I’ll be damned,” he mused to himself and began to walk on by the the person who caught his attention.

“Is that the Allyson Locke,” and a sly grin appeared, hoping to catch Allyson’s attention. Who the hell was the guy? “Been way too long, Ally, I’ve been starting to think you didn’t like me. Poor me.” All said with a casual, confident tone.

Allyson Locke | Ryv​

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson had quickly ordered a drink by the time Lok had decided to arrive at the festival. Nursing her Corellian whiskey, Allyson blinked, seeing the Mandalorian boy walk by her. He looked vaguely familiar, and Allyson set dow the glass before it touched her lips. It was a good thing for her that he turned and introduced herself; it saved her a trip. Smiling, she couldn't help but laugh at the comments he made. Lok was always the character and knew how to make her laugh in some of the oddest times. Or it could have been the whiskey. Brushing aside some of her hair, she gave Lok a look with her scrunched up nose. "You're a funny guy, and you know that." He was always a joker, cute, and a joker.

"I should be saying the same about you, Mr. Mando. You still trying to figure out a quick scheme to find some credits, or have you gone straight?" She remembered Lok. He was always trying to find the quick credit no matter what it was. He was a classic mercenary, and she knew he was still ready for a dangerous job. A good guy to have on your speed dial.

"It's been a long time, what have you been up to Lok?"

Lok Xiangu Ryv

 

[Gala Geert]

Coruscant // Galactic City // Senate District // Senate Plaza
Imperial Warlord Zovesa // Cai-Lan Raeth // Asmus Omaand // Jekadius Lawson // Arage Bao ​

A gaggle of faces who could easily be noticed as soldiers started to make their way to Gala and her admiralty. Arage Bao was taking too long to respond to anything, so Gala simply lifted a pair of champagne flutes from a passing busboy and punctuated her handing one over.

The grimness of the Chiss and her comrades was as stark, judging contrast to the cluster of Alliance celebrators around. Not a bad thing, just different.

Drinkily, she raised the rim of her glass in salutations to the blue skinned woman with the golden jaw piece, a gesture of invitation to join the cluster of herself and the stoic short-haired woman.

"Good time to start a coalition. Just in time for the party.'
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[Arage Bao]

Coruscant // Galactic City // Senate District // Senate Plaza
Gala Geert
Imperial Warlord Zovesa // Cai-Lan Raeth // Asmus Omaand // Jekadius Lawson​

"I don't do parties all that much." She demurred calmly, before accepting the glass from Gala. It was either accepting it or having the champagne be thrown all over her uniform.

The latter was far more undesirable than the former.

"I see you are more comfortable in a party, than a combat situation however." The smirk was hidden away by the gentle sip taken by the Lord Admiral. It could be seen as a compliment. Alternatively it could be seen as a very snippy insult. Of course the ruler of Humbarine wouldn't just take a pot shot at a soldier like that, would she?

If only that smirk was visible.

"Gentlemen, Marshal." Inclining her head slightly as their two separate groups collided by Gala's maneuverings. "I have been rather impressed by what I have heard from the New Imperial Order. Let us hope you will continue to pacify those unruly areas."

It was wildly known that Arage Bao, unofficially the tyrant of Humbarine, was very sympathetic to imperial causes.

While absolutely detesting the Sith and the Jedi.

 

[Jekadius Lawson]

Location: Coruscant - Galactic City - Senate District - Senate Plaza
Objective: Escort Marshal Zovesa
Allies: NIO Delegation, Imperial Force Corps, Imperial Warlord Zovesa , Asmus Omaand , Cai-Lan Raeth
Neutrals: GA, Arage Bao , Gala Geert

The High Marshal clarified her position to the new Page, the boy was young but when the Force entered your life there was little to do about it than to train and it was better for him to do it with the Force Corps than one of the cults of the galaxy. It wasn't that he had any issue with the Jedi, in truth his limited experience had told him that they were generally good people but stories told a thousand different ways always portrayed a desire for the moral high ground, their choice of good over logic was noble but incorrect. Of course there was little needed to be said on why it was good for the boy not to be Sith.

The Marshal followed that up by reminding Law and the others of the escort team of the mission and that it included celebration before ushering Page Raeth toward the refreshments. Law was wearing armor but of a light variety, trading protection for some semblance of propriety. His orders amended Law tried to enjoy the event, placing a smile and nodding at people as the group moved forward. Their target seemed to include two woman, one Mirialin the other Human or one of it's offshoots, the green one seemed to be enjoying herself while the other put off a more conservative aura. The latter was a Admiral he knew that much from his reading on the VIPs they would be running in to, the Marshal would be handling most of the talking as the groups met up so Law opened the comm channel to the rest of the escort party and told them he would be right back. She said it was an order.

He perused the drinks provided, many held toxins that would effect his decision making and he wrote them off immediately, before finding a pot of Caf and a array of cups next to it. He filled one avoiding the various additives that many others chose to weaken the drinks taste. Of course Law kept the drink held in his off hand ready to discard it and have access to his lightsaber in a moments notice. Law returned to the group with the commander now speaking to the ladies, he threw a quick nod off to the others on his team in case anyone else wanted to get something. Hopefully they would understand his goal was to minimize the number of people breaking off at one time. Positioned so that he was close enough to aid the Marshal should something happen but far enough that he didn't seem to be trying to place himself into the conversation as an equal. Keep your place. Law still wasn't sure if the natural rules he learned under the thumb of the Sith were useful or not but he was here as a member of the Force Corps better to keep the image of a professional.

 

[Ryv]

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// PARAGON // SWORD OF THE JEDI //
// CORUSCANT // GALACTIC CITY // TAKEN THE STAGE //
// SQUUUUAAAAAD //
// FOCUS // Maynard Treicolt | Emmen Tagge | Allyson Locke | Lok Xiangu

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There were many moments throughout Ryv's short life that brought him great shame. Five years on Nar Shaddaa slowly but surely broke him down, corrupting his body, mind, and spirit to a point he considered impossible to undo. Even beneath the training of Cedric Grayson and Wyatt Morga, two of the most skilled and wisest Jedi Masters in the modern era, Ryv struggled to see a better future for himself. It wasn't until he found himself in the same position as his closest friend did the Kiffar realize all that he accomplished. The pride Ryv felt as he ascended through the ranks of the Order, his life's work at that point, overshadowed every memory and event in his life. Up until now, anyway. Looking down at his best friend, a man he would affectionately call his brother, the day of his knighting immediately paled in comparison. Never would Ryv have the audacity to claim responsibility for Maynard's growth. Each hardship overcame by the Concordian proved the most excellent teacher. Still, Ryv couldn't help but feel the pride he imagined Cedric or Wyatt felt in seeing his growth. ​

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"Nah, man, you would've found your way with or without me. I've just been along for the ride," Ryv returned the hug, embracing his best friend. "When it comes down to it, you know I'm always gonna have your back. I think it's taken both of us way too long to realize it, but that's what family is," he released Maynard and watched the latest Jedi Knight return to his place in line. There was so much more Ryv wanted to say and do, but of all areas to do it, this wasn't the one. With Chancellor Tagge's arrival, Ryv looked up at the elder politician and returned the smile. Everything leading up to this merging of powers kept the Sword of the Jedi far busier than he wanted to admit. To see his actions recognized, by the Chancellor of the newly christened Galactic Alliance no less, felt good. As the Chancellor began passing out rewards to the gathered quartet, Ryv straightened and remained still. What military training he received during his service to the Imperium shone through the moment he recognized what transpired before him. Regardless of the training, a wide grin conquered Ryv's failed attempt at stoicism. The actions taken by all four gathered earned this moment, and he couldn't call himself their friend if he didn't support them in their successes. ​

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When called upon by Chancellor Emmen Tagge, Ryv's entire form went rigid. This wasn't in the script. He took a deep breath, steadying the sudden rise of nerves within him, and crossed the stage. At the halfway point, he met the elder man, Ryv's gloved hand, subconsciously brushing against the lightsaber hilt hanging at his side. He didn't realize one could feel so happy in a single span of a few minutes, yet, here they stood. Beside all others atop that stage, Ryv would go down in the Galactic Alliance's history as something more than just a single man. He took a shaky breath, barely containing his excitement at such a thought. When offered the Chancellor's hand, Ryv reached out and shook it.

"Thank you, Chancellor. I dunno if I could find a way to express how much this means to me, so, thank you," Ryv withdrew his hand and reached up, running his bare fingers along the smooth metal surface. "No matter what happens, Chancellor, I'm gonna make sure we don't let you down. When the time comes, the Jedi will always stand by the Alliance."​

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When the duo broke apart, Ryv turned and descended from the stage. He wanted to snag Maynard for some quality bro-time, but he could think of a certain beautiful blonde who'd likely crucify the Kiffar if he did such a thing. Ryv knew he'd have time to play catch up with the rest of them. He centered himself, eyes slowly closing as he tugged on the cosmic power permeating the air all around him. Ever his ally, the force provided him the link he searched for, a subtle connection to a rather boisterous Jedi Master. Following that invisible thread, Ryv gently pushed through the crowd, thanking some and shaking the hands of others. It felt odd to be recognized by more than just Jedi, but he liked it. To inspire hope and bring change, that was the purpose of a Jedi Knight. To think he of all people managed to do that on such a scale, it made all the pain worth it.​

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Soon enough, Ryv spotted the Corellian chatting it up with someone the Jedi Knight didn't recognize. With a shrug, Ryv wandered up to the bar beside them and gently rapped his knuckles on the table.​

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"Something for the lady, boss."​

 

[Lok Xiangu]

“What the hell, Ally, calling me ‘Mr. Mando’? Trying to upset my stomach? I haven’t even ordered a drink,” all meant as fun and games with a laugh, after all he is a funny guy. Lok was also serious about part of his dialogue as he no longer associated with the culture of the Mandalorians and distanced himself everything he knew about it. The only thing he kept from that past was his armor, ingenious engineering and design that most mercenaries wished to have.

“If I’d gone straight, then I think I’d be a casual citizen without the sense of humor to make you laugh. Can’t be a fun guy without some danger.”

Both of them knew what danger was like. He still remembered when they did a heist on Cato Neimodia and made the filthy rich Neimodians look like fools when they leeched a lot of credits from their vaults. Each had their own agendas: Allyson wanted to spoil the riches to the less fortunate sea and Lok wanted it all to himself.

“Not much, just chasing the credit. Figured I’d stop by and expand my, uh, business portfolio,” which really was illicit and illegal services that folks like the Jedi would stop. “I might shop around and see what luck I have, but I think I’ll wait for that as I got you right here,” and his eyes then made a quick glance over Allyson’s person, being attracted to her looks and liking the dress she had this fine day. She’s no doubt catch his eyes and then he offered a mischievous wink.

And then came some other guy at their vicinity. Who the hell invited this...person. Lok caught sight of his apparel and it was enough to figure out this man was a Jedi or some Force User belonging to a religious organization. Something for the lady? What?

Lok opted to ignore that comment and remained focus on Allyson. “Feels a bit too crowded in here, wanna go somewhere more fun than here? It matches my humor.”

Allyson Locke | Ryv​

 

[Allyson Locke]

Ryv walked by, and Allyson couldn't help but follow him with her eyes till he was out of her peripheral vision. He had done quite a fantastic speech, and it was only right that she commends him for it. Though instead of following him towards the bar, Allyson turned her attention back to Lok, who seemed to have also noticed Ryv arrive. Nodding Allyson understood his gameplan for just about everything when it came to credits, she did remember their fun times on Cato Neimodia, and she was so young back them - the both of them were. Musing over the pleasant memory, she finished the drink she had in her hand. A waiter swooped casually by and grabbed the glass, and Allyson stood empty-handed. Arms crossed casually in front of her chest, listening to him try and smooth talk her like butter.

"This is a good place to get some contacts - I'll make sure to keep your information handy if we ever need someone with your specialties. I promise I'll make sure it's worth your time." Lok had done some growing up, and he was a whole lot better at flirting than when he was when they were kids. She smiled at him as she enjoyed his company, running into an old friend like this was a good experience. His next question came, and Allyson blinked quickly. The man had just gotten here, and they had barely enjoyed the party. A single index finger waved at the Mercenary. "Maybe later, Lok Lokky."

"Also, didn't you say you wanted to make some work contacts? Tell me what work you're looking for. " Winking, she smirked.

Ryv Lok Xiangu

 

[Ryv]

// PARAGON // SWORD OF THE JEDI //
// CORUSCANT // GALACTIC CITY // EXIT STAGE LEFT //
// FLEX // ON // EM //
// FOCUS // Allyson Locke | Lok Xiangu

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Ryv fell into silent consideration of his brief encounter with Cedric. With all the hype surrounding the award ceremony, the speeches, and his short interaction with Maynard, his body and mind stuck with excitement. Finally, feeling that shot of adrenaline fading away, Ryv thought back on the Jedi Master's words. The Kiffar's knowledge of the galaxy paled in comparison to most other Jedi. It wasn't even worth mentioning what little he knew about the history of the force or the Jedi of old. Cedric's words were a mystery to his apprentice, which left Ryv rather frustrated with it all. If only he could accompany the Jedi Master and help him in whatever affair that drew him away. Whether Cedric believed it or not, Ryv knew the Jedi and the Alliance could use him.​

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"Why don't you see it, man?" Ryv asked no one in particular. He released a sigh and rubbed at his eyes, trying his best to ward off a sense of dread.​

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"I'm sorry, sir, what was that?" Shawn asked, the bartender catching the tail end of Ryv's isolated musings. "And I have the drink ready if you'd like to take it over to the lady."​

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The clink of glass on the bartop drew Ryv's attention. He looked back from the whiskey to Allyson and chuckled softly, a mischievous smile taking hold of his features. Ryv settled his gaze on Shawn once more and shook his head.​

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"I've got a better idea, my friend," Ryv pushed off the counter and looked off in the direction of the speeder garage. "Just do me a solid and hand the drink off to Allyson. Let her know Ryv will be waiting in hangar 2C by his bike," he slid a credit chip across the counter before turning on his heel and wandering away. The problem of his master's path still weighed heavily on him, somewhat darkening his mood, but Ryv knew there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Cedric had long since escaped the confines of an order or mentor figure. To try and police the rogue Jedi's actions would only drive a wedge between them, and Ryv wasn't sure he could stomach that.​

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By the time Shawn approached Allyson, Ryv was out of sight. The bartender found the request odd to say the least, but credits were credits. He cleared his throat and held the drink out to the Jedi Master.​

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"Sorry to interrupt, Lucky, but I've got a whiskey here for you from Ryv. He wanted me to let you know he'd be waiting by his speeder bike in hangar 2C," Shawn looked towards the Mandalorian, offering a nod. "Sorry for interrupting, sir."​

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

// IMPERATOR //
// OBJECTIVE // Decompress
// FOCUS // Lyra Voi'kryt

"Try and follow how?" Irveric asked, arching a brow to her as he crossed his arms over his chest, offering out a breath from his nose as his lone gaze shifted about the room once more before it met her eyes for the first time since the night's onset. As they spoke in hushed whispers in the shadow of revelry Irveric still spelled stoic placidity upon his expression. Not as if she should've expected anything else. Luckily, there was no need for Irveric to be here. He was present for...presence, so that his face was there in the holo news out of good faith for the coreward coalition the New Imperial Order had brokered with but in turn, for a brief moment the burden of obligation was lifted in tangibility.

"You know I don't dance, if that's what you're suggesting. We're not half of the liquor there needed for that." Irveric stated outright. His idea of fun was...whatever it was, it wasn't anything with parties in mind. For all the strata of commanding leaders of the Galactic powers might've preferred the attention and spotlight shone in positive tastes that these sort of events came with. For Irveric he was indifferent. Lingering so much in the dark, being in the light was...perplexing.

"But its fascinating isn't it...usually all of this, in Bastion? Kass? None of this would've ever been for us. Yet here we are reasonably blending in...uniform aside." Irveric remarked, he'd been people watching the entire time.

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

// OUTRIDER //
// OBJECTIVE // Try and not cry tbh
// FOCUS // Loske Matson | Amea Virou | Emmen Tagge | Ryv

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There wasn't anymore he could say to Ryv in this moment. Obligations aside, he said all he needed to. It was then when Tagge approached him, speaking in isolation from the open revelry and crowded cheers to respect the merit that lifted Maynard to this very moment. Nodding with tears still staining his cheeks he leaned his head forward to accept the medal around his neck before shaking the Chancellor's hand in gratitude.

"Thank you, sir. I'll always answer the call, whenever the Alliance needs me, I'll be there." Maynard said, offering a smile in humble gratitude as he then turned toward the others receiving their medals. The entire row had certainly earned it, recognition where it was just due. Leon and Cassius had been there valiantly at Brentaal, easily the lowest point of the now defunct and reformed Grayson Imperium before it reformed into the Core Alliance the Core itself began its slow march into unity and optimistic prosperity that'd culminated to this day.

To see Ryv receive what was just due himself spurred another smile from the Concordian. With the Kiffar at Maynard's side for each of what he'd received acclaim for it was only fitting he saw the same recognition here. Even if only in shared words between him and the Chancellor, it wasn't the spectacle which mattered in any of this only the sentiment which would serve to do good in binding the fates of these Jedi and the Alliance. A showing of true good will in exchange for selfless sacrifice and dutiful service. From all his years spent running the odd spacer jobs in wasteful stagnation, he'd never imagine this level of acclaim for service to any banner.

Even still, in this self reformation he found deep satisfaction and fulfillment which he hadn't ever felt until a wave of it crashed over him with a culmination of recent events. The man who returned to the Order downtrodden felt nigh soaring as he began to make his way from the stage. Wrapping an arm around Ryv's shoulder on the way down he made another remark to his Kiffar friend, both men recently acclaimed.

"Now I don't gotta feel bad about mine, happy for ya, you handsome bastard." Maynard offers with a pat on the shoulder before he lets him run off to his own time of debauchery, his own gaze immediately looking to seek out the two spacer babes he arrived with.

Eventually, fishing back through the crowd he happened on the two again, the Concordian instantly looking to pull Loske in an embrace. Pulling her body close to his in gratitude he spoke in a hushed tone close to her ear.

"Thank you- for being there, here's no way I'm here without you." Maynard admits, for the second time in the night to her and just about anyone else he spoke to, ever eager to cede the credit to those closest to him. After all it was a culmination of a greater sum than Maynard alone.

Easing back from the embrace with his hands set on her hips before he moves to pull her into a kiss. Already seeming to get the memo from the short time around Amea that she didn't care all too much for the loving energy the two offered each other and thus kept the gesture short before he went to take one of her hands into his with a gentle squeeze.

"So- I need a drink after all that." Treicolt admitted outright to the two.

 

[Nora Lithos]

Quinvee Dogen

Feeling left out wasn’t an all too unfamiliar concept around Jedi. Not perhaps on a familial level, Nora was an only-child after all, but in the fact that she was in a very small minority when she had stayed with the Sacred Lotus on Monastery.

“It’s an interesting religion.” Nora said and grabbed the ball that’d make her third and final shot. “I was sent from Arkania to Monastery as a teenager because of my father’s supposed anti-government ties. It was all lies, but well… They didn’t really care, it was they who made the lies after all.”

He had spent enough time with people from outside to try and bring some of the messages with him. The need for less bigotry and an acceptance of the fact that they had their weaknesses. Not all could afford the means for genetic enhancements, and Nora was certainly proof of that. Her eyes were as blank as a cloud, the light of many a star still proved blinding, and even now it was a hindrance. But, she had overcome it. She found pride in that.

“So, I was afforded a basic education with the Lotus. Helped gather a lot of data on plants around the galaxy. Even dragged my friend Nylea with me through the literal mud in search of those unknown wonders of nature.” Nora assumed a stance, accepting any pointers Quin would give her before she threw the ball at the basket.

Her arm reached out and a sharp pain spread along her arm. The Arkanian woman recoiled in pain and began to roll her shoulder. The ball missed entirely and with it she grimaced as her hand gently pressed against her upper arm.

“So much for being undefeated, huh?” She said and slowly shook her head at Quin with a grin.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

"Right now my time is worth its seconds," another flirt fired at her. He could remember a time when his flirts were cringe and probably got him laughs as a joke and nothing to get someone interested in him. His game definitely had improved with growing up and being exposed to unique experiences. Consistently going to clubs and bars sure helped him improve that. "Lok Lokky? New original nickname? At least it's better than Mr. Mando, you remember any other nicknames you might've dubbed me?" Trying to be nostalgic with the past and remembering good moments, that sure helped. Allyson probably knew he had a thing for her back then and still did today.

He did catch that wink and returned a grin. "Something to do with mercenary work, maybe security details," that was legitimate work, he didn't want to blow his plans and his time with Allyson that he was looking to do some investment with spice and other criminal activites. "Maybe you can be my partner, hmm? Just like the older days, I know I gave you a splendid time on that jig we did on Cato Neimodia."

Then someone came over with a drink and offered it to Allyson. Regards by Ryv. Who the hell was that? A friend?

"What kind of whiskey?" he asked the man and before he opened his mouth Lok shut him up as he spoke again, "actually don't answer, you'll probably give a poor answer an d risk losing your job. I know what kind of whiskey she likes. Whatcha say for a shot of Corellian Whiskey, Ally? Maybe get us a whole bottle worth of it? I'll take care of the tab."

How about that for a winning personality?

Allyson Locke | Ryv ​

 

[Cuyan'ika Rook]

Location: Outlander Club
Task: Objective One - Party
Focus: Din Marren Gideon Raith
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Cuyan couldn't help but let a laugh slip from his lips the moment he heard the commando use the term Master. He knew he dressed a fair bit more flashy than most other padawans, but he never made the assumption that other's would mistake him for a master. Was it how he walked? Carried himself? He had no idea. This was all freshly new to him, being seen as an other through two different lenses. Perhaps it was an innocent mistake, or maybe the divide between cultural knowledge drives a bit deeper than he could assume. All in all, Cuyan had no idea if he should expect more like that down the line. He was quick to let the light noise flutter down and away, attempting nearly to suppress it. As if he had heard an inappropriate joke that he understood he shouldn't laugh at.

Absentmindedly, he sat his glass onto the table as he listened to the commando speak. His voice carried in a way that the Mando was unfamiliar with. It was far from the barking commands he was used to from most of the shards of militarism, it was also far from the mystical hum that the Masters at the temple gave him. It was grounded, flowing as if it was telling a story, much more human than he ever could have expected from the man. The approach from the droid, and it's quick departure, was another one of the many things he would have to adjust to. Droids were uncommon in his old life, but here in the GA, they were plentiful and everywhere. Automated servants willing to call and cater to every last wish.

He took the offered drink from Dare with a semi-hesitant hand, as if he was unsure for a moment if he was being handed the drink or if the man was simply making a point. Another smile dared itself behind the Mando's helmet.

"I'm Cuyan, Padawan Cuyan." He paused for a moment, seemingly to fade away in the conversation, attempting to recall exactly where he was going to head with his answer. He was entirely too unsure on why he was here, to be honest.

"To drink, I think." And with that, he reached up to his helmet again, tapping the button that released the metal straw.