The Black Party - FO & TSE

[Alkor Centaris]

"You heard him," Alkor stepped a foot up on one of the vacant barstools and raised his voice, both hands tightly clasping the neck of a bottle of Scotch. His voice increased in both loudness and presence as he announced their intentions for all to hear.

"Edward 40 Hands!"

He thrust one booze burdened fist skyward, a testament to their holy cause. As the Shard taped down one hand and fastened the container firmly to the Dark Jedi's palm, Alkor heard the silken voice of [member="Naamah"] . She touched his back, not in a provocative manner, but to let him know she was there.

People learned quickly when exposed to Alkor.

He looked to a Droid, busy behind the counter with several orders already. "This woman needs some Devronian Firewater," he spoke up, "hold the ice, it'll only water down the good stuff."

"Sir," the droid protested, "that Firewater is illegal in every system from here to Coruscant-"

Alkor raised an eyebrow. " You're saying you don't have it?" he asked skeptically.

The droid leaned closer and spoke softly, "I'm saying be quieter about ordering it," came the eager reply, "one Devronian Firewater, coming right up."

Alkor pulled his first hand back, suitably equipped, and offered the other to be taped. One of the spectators stepped forward and offered to assist [member="Eralam"] with his own Scotch, and Naamah finished taking the Dark Jedi up right before her drink was delivered.

"Those who revere the light may play at parties," he began as he gripped the cap of his first container between his teeth, spun it around, then spat it on the floor, "but Chaos is our domain, my friends. Hold nothing back."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel was not one for social gatherings, and had not seen the likes of the Sith in quite sometime, but he thought that this event would be a good time to reveal himself after not showing himself to many of his fellow Ren in the weeks that had past since Zonoma Sekot, and since then with the help of the scientist Tmoxin Temi and Vong Technology gained from the world he was able to properly restore his flesh, and in the same amount of time Project Silencer was finished. Things never seemed so brighter within the First Order as there had never been a time for greatness in years, worlds were thriving, people were happy, and new planets were discovered and colonized. This was indeed a time for celebration for Sith and Imperial alike, and still the thought of Imperials and Sith being able to tolerate one another was definitely unheard of, as Kyrel knew the Sith and Ren had always a long-standing feud over ideological differences, and now that feud had started to slowly thaw and they were able to unite thanks to one common enemy. The Jedi. Ever since the One Sith's fall a decade prior the Ren and Sith had their own battles and now they had in a sense become comrades. Kyrel at times still didn't trust the Sith, but if there was any chance for peace and prosperity between the two nations, then friendship might not be such a bad idea.

He had received an invitation to the ship where this was taken place. Known as the Cybele, Kyrel had traveled and here he suspected much of the First Order's Elite had come along with the Ren, After the ship docked Kyrel walked aboard with his apprentice [member="Aurora"] who he had encountered only weeks ago taking her from the planet Alexandria and offering to show her a better path, and slightly to Kyrel's annoyance she was always stuck at his side, but for a time Kyrel had started to grow fond of her, and slowly began to get used to it, after explaining that she was with him and getting their wristbands, Kyrel decided to walk to one of the rooms where the members of each faction were located, although of course separated there was the dance floor which was state of the art zero gravity, and indeed a Bar where the two factions could mingle. Wearing new robes after being in a suit for two years, these robes looked very Imperial in design almost similar to an officer's tunic but sporting an armorweave cape/hood and tunic and First Order Insignias on the shoulder as well as light armor underneath the fabric. This was apart of his new wardrobe to reveal that he was no longer a cyborg and awaited how others might look at him.

Kyrel had decided to head to the bar with his apprentice, not in the mood for liquor tonight, he decided to see if any of the Sith would want to mingle, although he doubts anyone would know him considering he was not in any armor anymore, and as he walked to the bar hearing sounds of music and merriment, he had wondered if he was up for this as socializing was not a hobby he had done very often. After some time he had reached the bar area taking a seat in one of the booths to perhaps relax and observe. Watching all sorts of beings laugh, talk, or dance among other things he had just sat there looking onwards at other people's fun.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee had recently become Queen of Serenno, and this was chance to meet and great people of influence. She had always been socially awkward, but she was queen now, she had to atleast try. As it could mean more influence for her and her people, as well as other serenno nobles. She was wearing a strapless dress, it was black but with a bejeweled pattern used as it midsection. As she arrived she saw a fair few of her fellow sith, and some of the knights ren, she smiled at them. She saw [member="Darth Morbian"], one of [member="Darth Carnifex"] clan. She also saw [member="Mishel Zanteres"], who was now queen of Panatha the Zambrano homeworld. Also she saw someone she did not expect to see, a fellow by the name of [member="Vereshin"], who seems to curried favour with the dark lord himself.

She moved towards the bar area, where she could get a drink of red wine. She took a sip it was nice, but not as good as the Echani red, but getting hold of it has been harder these days. She then turned around and looked at the throng of people and tried to decide who to try and mingle with. She was not in her comfort zone, she much prefered being in battle, or debating people without the social niceties this place required.

 

[Asheda Tyr]

If this gathering had happened in the past Asheda would most likely have come as a diplomat or representative, but on this occasion she just came for fun, to mingle with the others, meets new faces, see what was happening on the other side of the galaxy, and to see a certain master of Ren with there skin attached. Asheda walked into the complex without much difficulty, though retiring from the diplomatic corps for the time being due to certain events she still held some sway, enough to attend a social gathering anyways.

Once getting through the crowed her eyes and senses scanned for the familiar feeling of said Ren, eager to meet once again and catch up since there last meeting. Soon her green gaze fell on the person of interest, over by the bar with some young woman tailing behind, "Ah that must be his new apprentice". Using the skills taught to her by said Ren Asheda cloaked her force signature, sneaking up behind, trying to get within a few inches of his newly exposed ear, "Hello [member="Kyrel Ren"], how is the new skin treating you tonight, and who is this cutie, your new student, what might your name be"?

[member="Aurora"]

 

[Aurora]

Aurora had come to this 'social gathering' with her master [member="Kyrel Ren"] thinking it would be something boring and political but felt her eyes lit up when she saw the zero gravity dance floor. Although she wanted to dive into the excitement, she also wanted to keep Kyrel's respect, which was already at an abundance and would surely go if she didn't behave herself more. However when she saw the togrutan she couldn't help but give a cheeky wink

"I'm Aurora." She said to [member="Asheda Tyr"] with a grin "And you?"

 

[Komo]

There was no karking way that Greta was going to miss the party. Especially not a party with a Zero-G dance floor aboard a ship called the Technicolor Beat. Are you kidding? Arriving at the coordinates of the party’s location had been simple enough, and the Sith made her way aboard the party ship without much of an issue. There was that issue of that dull sounding robot who greeted her and processed her invitation but she guessed that either it was malfunctioning or simply the fact that not everyone could be excitable now could they? Some people just didn’t know how to enjoy life. So what if they’re robots? Robots can enjoy life too. That’s no excuse.

Dressed in a simple black cocktail dress, Greta was more than ready to party. While on her way into the main dance area, she happened to notice a dark-haired man fumbling around before he almost bumped into a pair of women. A smile appeared just moments before it became a smirk as she recognised a certain someone. No, she may not have met this one before, but any fan of Kaine Zambrano worth their salt would do well to known his children, as numerous as they may be. It may be a challenge, but Greta relished challenges like any good Sith.

Before the man could escape, she walked over to him, blocking his retreat from going any further. The night was still young, or well the party was. He can’t be leaving already! She hadn’t got to meet and know him personally yet. That can’t do now, can it?

“Now where're you going Sethaius? You’re not leaving already, are you? You're long overdue for some fun.”

[member="Darth Morbian"]

 

[The Major]

Enter the Major, a hunter. ​

Even if she hadn't been invited directly there would have been some means to either take someone else’s note or forge a copy. A party involving all of the highest ranking officers of both the Sith Empire and the First Order upon a station that is both cut off from reinforcement and where the guests were mostly deprived of weapons? Sounds like a great opportunity. To the credit of the guest list, attacking a place like this filled to the brim with some of the most powerful practitioners of Force based religions seemed to be fraught with complication.

A big smirk twisted upon her face at the concept.​

Luckily for all involved the mission was simple: monitor the various officials and agents of the First Order Security Bureau and ensure they didn’t try to get too cute with their allegiances. Oh, rest the Major’s heart -she really did want someone to pull some garbage that could be contrived to be treachery. Anything to give her small interrogation (A.K.A reeducation) team and their growing pool of resources some intimate work for a week or two -or three. There was little hope, however, for it was rumored that some of the commanders of the Ren would be present. Generally, the agents didn’t try to run too far when they were being watched. Perhaps the spice and booze would loosen some tongues.

Thus, the only Fallanassi agent currently employed with the glorious First Order entered the arena.

“Oooh.​

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“Ahhh.​

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“Woo.”​

She cooed, taking in a massive display of hedonistic opulence and appreciating the presentation. Bodies tangled and thumped to the beat of music designed to dip one into a trance, and every terrible substance in the galaxy flowed and flowed and flowed. Lights pounded and dulled the eyes, and everything looked taut with perverse, living energy.

!CLINK!​

The most dandy of agents smacked the tip of her silvery cane upon the floor, already timing well into the beat of the bass. White leather gloves touched with the smell of lilac and lemon squeezed tightly, crunching in that squeaky way that satisfied a very specific taste. Walking in time towards the bar, combat boots with yellow stitching wrapped in various leather belts up to her knees bounced happily along the path. She wore an aristocratic tuxedo jacket tailored with a lightweight fabric for breathability in this soon to be hot place. Long and embroidered coat tails trailed behind her legs. Beneath the coat was a buckle slit skirt, cut in tiers to reveal most of her left thigh and secured from flying away by a single garter attached to the boot straps. A silk kerchief wrapped about the neck and flowed down a blouse -this was pinned in place by several black ribbons which held a blue rose. And if somehow this wasn’t enough her head was adorned with a top hat wrapped in blue fabric. Buttons secured what appeared to be withered feathers from carrion fowl.

Wonderful. If there was anything this special agent liked, it was to be anachronistic against a backdrop. With any luck it would also send a clear message to stay away, although she supposed she could have cast an illusion to look like a giant blob of protoplasmic bubbles. Subtlety would do. Ever beholden to a strict regimen of anonymity, she wore no indicator of rank or allegiance. You either knew the Major or you did not. Simple.

The bespectacled merovingian styled delight tapped the table loudly with the knuckles of her free hand for the servant’s attention.

“Vodka, cranberry, and orange seltzer mixed in equal parts, my good man. Oh, and a water on the side, please.”

While waiting for the barkeep to get that in order, the Major turned to look at the crowd and found herself surprised to see a certain incognito shard playing games with some of the guests. Ridiculous! How did he get here? She considered making a beeline to bother him, but thought against it. Better to watch on for a bit before picking a sector to stick in.

Spoiler

[member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Aurora"] [member="Asheda Tyr"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Vereshin"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Ishana Pavanos"] [member="Naamah"] [member="Lark"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Eralam"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

So many new faces. So much noise. So many fake smiles. Idiots.

Joon wasn't good at social gatherings - she hadn't been to more than three in her life. Two of them had been against her will and for her to act as a maiden. Those days were very much over.

She stepped down from the transport with a few of the other Sith guests, bundled in together with nothing glamorous or decadent about them compared to the ones who had been invited personally. Today she was just one of the sheep, herded in and told not to be disrespectful in the name of the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord. Just a title. So, Joon was here now among the Sith Empire and the First Order, a group she had never come across before, to see what the Axis of Evil had to offer.

Probably sticking out like a sore thumb, she wore her black and tan brown leather attire with drapes hanging off her wrist, her fur cowl and white and black hair pulled tight whilst hanging down her side.

The amber eyes took in everything that interested her. To be fair, the whole set up was interesting - it was something else. So full of atmosphere and darkness with no trace of weak Jedi Knights.

Joon walked slowly along, following the congregation she arrived with, noting all the regalia and pomp of First Order agents including their Force warriors, who looked rather fine and majestic she had to say. The officers caught her eye looking like her true Imperial creators, and she caught herself staring at men and women a few times drinking in their authority. The Sith were strong in stature and walked, stood or danced with confidence as if nothing else mattered and nobody else was important.

She drank in their auras, feeding from them all and looking for the ones who could open up her future.

 

[Darth Odium]

Light shown in myriad hues around the room as his black eyes watched the gathered masses. They played at socializing but resembled milling insects all scrabbling for mates or scraps from a higher table. His long dark green cloak hung about his shoulders like a shroud as he slowly glided along the railing of an upper balcony.

The force called to him, urged him to taste of the sweet miasma of cloying emotions. He gripped the railing and hissed at his vile need for restraint. He felt the presence of so many gathered force sensitives and longed to drain them of their every scrap of essence then walk with temporary satisfaction over their crumbling husk.

The bones he wore like ornaments on his belt clacked softly as he began to move once more. He could bear it no longer. He just wanted a taste, a sampling, a finger swipe of the proverbial frosting.

He reached out in the force and simply let the life forces drift over his sense. He reached out slowly, carefully, and brushed across the gathered masses with the force. So sweet. He drew back in the force lest he lose control and give in to his inexorable hunger.

He walked away. Down to the bar. He drank little and ate less these days but appearances were important to some and a distraction was needed.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Kaalia admired the room the two would be staying in for a moment after the door opened, appreciating the decor even though she probably wouldn't have much time to look at it over the course of her stay. She would either be out, busy with Ishana, or when they would be in it was going to be very likely they were going to be just as busy. That didn't mean she wasn't happy with it, however. The interior already flooded the woman with style ideas for their own home now that they had come to the decision that the Blue Star was becoming a bit too small for them to live out of, and had started looking for a more conventional living space.

As Ishana invited the redhead in, the corner of her mouth curled upwards, winking as she entered the room. Watching the Balmorran take of her jacket distracted Kaalia for a second before realizing she had to change as well, causing her to fling the bag off of her shoulder and toss it into the bed. While taking out her own outfit for the night and getting herself in it she couldn't help but let her gaze trail off towards Ishana as she was doing the same, which slowed down the process a bit. About a minute after her wife finished she did too, the clothes she changed out of laying in a messy heap on the floor next to the bed, she herself sitting on the edge of it.

After putting her pair of shoes back on Kaalia got up and walked towards Ishana who waited at the door, her eyes fixated only on the woman. They shared a kiss and she nodded before turning towards the door and opening it. "If you want to steal the show, then we will do just that," she answered as she followed the music in order to find their destination.

Stepping into the nightclub the woman admired the lights and music for a moment, although it did not slow down her walk towards the bar. "I'm going to get a drink to loosen up a bit, want something too?" She waved someone over and ordered a brandy, then looked over towards Ishana. "You?"

[member="Ishana Pavanos"]

 

[Darth Morbian]

The scion of Kaine has made it clear of the dance hall, no longer feeling the thrum of the heavy bass pulsing through his very being, but was still reeling from the mental-heaviness afflicted upon him by those pheromones. Had he known the biochemical nature of the Zeltron prancing about providing libations to the guests, he's be in a significantly reduced panic. But this unknown 'assault' had him understandably concerned.

Leaning heavily against a wall, he panted, struggling to will his way through this fog clouding his mind, when he saw her. Blame it on the pheromones, because these thoughts would have never occurred to Sethaius typically, given his upbringing and training.... By the Force, she is lovely.... he thought, before a sudden expression of utter confusion came across his face. The.... the feth was that Seth?!?! he quickly chided himself, knowing full well how uncharacteristic such a thought was.

A few steadying shakes of his head, the fog lifted just faintly, far enough away from the Zeltron servers for the moment, enough for him to comprehend what she was saying to him. A wry smile slowly danced across his rough, stubble coated face. "I'm afraid you have me at multiple disadvantages here m'Lady.... I can only assume you serve my father, which would explain our one sided familiarity.... and I was never afforded the concept of.... fun.... as everyone here seems to view this event as...."

His smile faltered, as another wave of that.... weight.... rolled over his mind, causing his own mass to lean somewhat more firmly against the wall. "And something about this place.... clouds my mind.... and not like alcohol does.... something just isn't.... right...." he stated, just loud enough for the woman to hear.

[member="Greta Kohler"]​

 

[Komo]

Sethatius seemed to be at a greater confusion that he was before she approached him and that was fully understandable. After all, who wouldn’t be when a stranger who knows who you are approaches you? He spoke with the assumption that she served his father, and he wasn’t wrong, but really, in the grand scale of things, don’t they all? He’s the Dark Lord, the Top-Dog Sith if you will. “You’re not wrong. I do serve him, just like many others.” Turning her look to one of disappointment as he revealed that he’d never really understood the concept of fun, especially the type in a party such as this. “Well, that’s why you’re here isn’t it? To change that mindset, and see what it’s like? You’ve got to learn at some point or another anyhow.”

He then commented on the fact that he felt rather strange and uncomfortable, and there was something in this place that made him felt so uneasy. Taking a brief look at him, initially assuming that he’d somehow got high on spice or something, Greta then gave a sweeping look at the rest of the room, her gaze eventually landing on the multitude of Zeltron servers happily handing out drinks to the party guests in both the Sith Empire and the First Order. She erupted into laughter there and then as the brunette realised what was intoxicating him.

“Oh my, you’ve never been under the influence of the Zeltron’s pheromones have you?” Pointing out the pink-skinned servers to him, Greta educated him on his intoxication. “They're known to secrete strong chemicals known as pheromones to influence your behaviour towards the opposite sex, even of other sentient races. You’re fine. Just take it all in and enjoy.”

[member="Darth Morbian"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

So much had happened since the Mistress Pom Stych Tivé met [member=Vereshin]. She never would have thought that meeting one person would open so many doors. What lie behind them all, she thus far found intriguing. Since their introduction, she had begun truly learning about the Sith. It was not long after spending time among them, she was discovered by her Paternal Grandfather [member=Lord Depravious], her only link to family on the side of her Late father. She thought them a great people.

Vereshin had invited her on quite a few trips. Never did she meet anyone so adoring. To a Nightsister, his chivalrous attitude towards her was a stark culture shock. Nightsisters don't inherently allow men to lead. Her people are known as lustful and direct, covetous, and gender biased. Pomst, enjoyed sitting back and watching Vereshin operate. He never gave up. She did not wish him to.

She developed a respect for him over the past few weeks, so she did not treat him the way a Nightsister treats a man. He serenaded, and showed off like a peacock, and even though her hormones churned for his touch, she resisted the urge to appease. She never even allowed herself to truly lose herself in a kiss with him, because she enjoyed observing the subtle, as well as the blatant awakenings he stirred. A coy smile often cast from her lips, as his entire being would clearly depict what he truly wanted from her. Pomst wondered if he ever would employ a direct approach. She knew she would not turn him away. Every night held the possibility. The newness continues to thrill her.

The sorceress always fancied herself unapproachable until she met Vereshin. She knows her appearance and her practices creep out just about most. Even on her own planet, Dathomir, the witches start at the mere presence of the Nightsisters. Vereshin and the Sith did not seem bothered in the least by her differences. Their company she found refreshing.

Pomst leaned her body against Vereshin while they sat at the bar. Maybe tonight… She let the music mesmerize her mood. She detected something absolutely alluring which hung in the air, Pheromones. She allowed her mind to become void to her own will, enchanted by the party and the drink which she infused with her own herbal accents.

“Do you see our host anywhere around?” She wanted to greet [member=The Slave].

 

[Darth Morbian]

He blinked several times, the gears working to piece the puzzle together, as his face slowly began to show his dawning realization. "So, that explains my sudden attraction to you...." he mused out loud, nodding slightly, "Physical attraction is a new.... experience.... to me." he finished his thought, oblivious to the societal ramifications of what he just said. His eyes refocused on the woman standing before him, a weak smile being offered. "Well, if I must learn, it would help immensely to have a.... friend.... to help teach me.... no?" he asked, head angling just slightly as he looked down to her.

A hand would be offered, as he girded his confidence, preparing to return to the party he so earnestly fled from moments before. Perhaps a friend would make the whole mess significantly less intimidating. "Proper introductions would serve.... Sethaius Zambrano." He remembered vaguely that proper protocol dictates that a man should press his lips gently to the knuckles of a woman when introductions were had. When she would give her name, his lips would just lightly brush against her delicate knuckles, before standing full to look down at her again, smiling with just a sliver more confidence. "A pleasure."

Turning slightly, to allow the woman to move parallel with him as they would advance towards the party, a chuckle, laced lightly with tightened nerves, would preempt his next statement. "Lead on. Let this night of 'fun' be.... well.... educational."

[member="Greta Kohler"]​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

As the music changed, faded from one genre to the next as a new DJ came into view. Mishel turned her head to order up a shot of Brentaalan Whiskey, a finer variant on the Corellian brand. As she waited for her drink, her eyes caught sight of a rather unusual creature. With curiosity, her eyes followed the Merovingian styled, woman as her eyes feasted on what the skirt revealed. The bartender tapped the counter she took her shot and downed it with ease, and looked over to the other woman, [member="Jorryn Fordyce"], "give me a call when you want to be," she paused a moment biting down on her lower lip, "free ."

There was a slight on the word as she spoke, the pheromones were wreaking havoc with her, and she enjoyed the way they made her feel. It was a liberating feeling, as opposed to the way the medications that the First Order prescribed her. As those medications were intended to keep her focused, keep her down to earth. Mishel made no secret to hide that she was watching the redhead, [member="The Major"]. Carefully she ordered up a second shot for courage and began to make her way back to the ground floor. All the while the synthwave music was all too familiar to her. Someone had become very familiar with the most popular club music within the First Empire. Synthwave clubs dotted across the entire country and were a happy spot to go to, back when Mishel was just starting to learn what clubs were. All from her big sister Ara, and as she found herself on the bottom floor with her feet gliding across her eyes did not move from the redhead.

The eighteen-year-old was captivated and glad, glad that synthetic skin hid most of her scars. Minus the carbon fibre graft that was concealed by her dress, quietly she approached the bar beside the redhead. "An Avalonian Long, on the rocks please." She ordered with ease as she slid up to the counter, she gave a quick glance over to the redhead and then turned back to her drink as it arrived. Allowing the music to flood into her ears and pull her away, allowing herself to forget what it meant to be Ren.

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[Samka Derith]

"An answer for an answer, seems fair to me." A playful smirk crept onto Samka's face.

Elsewhere, she felt the presence of [member="Mishel Zanteres"]. Of course the girl was here, the invitation was a mass one and once the security forces were certain it was genuine, permission was granted across the rank and file. Mishel was never one to miss the chance for 'fun'. However she defined it. But for the moment, she trusted the girl wouldn't cause an incident. Samka wasn't here to babysit. She was here to meet people and the host had taken her interest.

The Dark Side within him was strong yet unrefined. Compared with many of the Sith in attendance, he was weak. Yet all the more fascinating for it. Everything about him, from his unorthodox dress sense to his laid back manner seemed her opposite. Yet he had managed to secure a path to network with some of the most powerful beings in the galaxy. It spoke of his intelligence and roundabout ambition.

She reclined backwards in her seat, never taking her eyes off of the man in front of her.

"Yes actually, the second is a question I would very much like to know. How this man built all this and put some of the most dangerous and secretive people in the galaxy onto his guest list?" she gestured lightly to the collection of people dancing, drinking or engaging in whatever other hedonist activities on offer. "It would tell me a lot about the gentleman's background, his contacts, possibly his nature," the grin got deeper before fading away once again.

"And this really isn't my scene," she replied flatly. "Enjoy what you wish but I prefer not to poison my mind with chemicals. There are better ways to spend one's time rather than laying in the arms of another. Honing one's self, service to the nation and so on. That's what I'm here to do. Not wake up beside a prostitute surrounded by my own vomit, thank you very much."

"So?" The girl leaned forwards again, eyes which would be so innocent were they not tainted crimson by the Dark Side, willing her companion onwards, telling him nothing was worth hiding from her. That she was, oh so very trustworthy.

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Ah, yes. Service to your nation...”, he idly repeated; a mixture of feigning interest, and passively poking fun at the young duty hound.

His eyes caught the various groups beginning their descent into his world; from the group at the bar beneath them taping bottles of alcohol to their hands, while other groups fell victim to the pheromones he paid plenty for, there seemed to be no end to the fun that would be had aboard the vessel. Eventually, The Slave would turn back to this innocent guised waif with a curious expression;

“What if I told you I didn’t know how this all came about?”, he said with an almost expressionless gaze.

“That all this simply appeared?”, he finished before a grin crept on face.

“I jest; Simply put, it doesn't matter.”, he responded somewhat flatly, "I'm sure someone like you knows all you need to know about me already."

“Maybe after we wake in each others arms, with minimal vomit of course, I could tell you.”, he teased.

“As far as the guest list?”, he said looking around the nightclub, “That’s because of Cybele. The woman who greeted you, and called you over here.”

With his own curiously innocent expression, one not as refined as hers as he seemed riddled with danger and hunger, he leaned back towards her with a vested interest in her soon to be answer. A question slipped from his lips just as it had before, dripping in gold;

“Tell me, what’s your name? Your real one.”

[member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

T E C H N I C O L O R B E A T​

"Whatever's domestic, I don't want to get too wasted tonight."

Ishana replied as she felt the music change and closed her eyes. While the thirty-something-year-old had formally been a fighter pilot and was trained to do so. Her true calling had been dancing. It was how she made money between the collapse of one empire and the rise of another. The synthwave invaded her mind and she let her body move to its rhythms. Once the drinks were down on the counter, the Balmorran drifted toward the bar and took a long swig of her beer. Setting it down she slinked her arm around her wife's waist. Soon both hands had found purchase on the other woman's hips and moved her toward the dance floor. The tone of her eyes as she looked at the redhead screamed of want.

In a come-hither motion of her hand, she let released her grip on [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and faded into the crowd.

Find me.

She uttered with her lips just before she drowned into the crowd.

 

[Komo]

Greta watched with amusement and delight as Sethiaus began to get a grasp and really understood what was happening to him. “Well, that’s just a possible explanation.” Amber orbs stared at him in a frown at he made a remark on how physical attraction was something new to him. “New to you? You’ve never experienced such a thing at all? And you still a Zambrano?”

The brunette joked with a smile and a half giggle. “Well, it seems like you haven’t learnt from your father in that regard. He’s known to be an extremely virile man after all.” An offer with a weak smile came along just then as he gave her a casual enough proposition to teach him what he was missing out on. A delightful chuckle erupted from her as the thought of having to possibly educate a Zambrano child on fun and physical attraction. He offered his hand then, rather gentlemanly and formally introduced himself even though she’d knew who he was.

Giving her his hand gently in an elegant motion, he kissed the back of her hand to a bright smile on her visage. “Very good Sethaius. I see you have basics down at least. I am Greta Kohler, and it’s no doubt a pleasure to meet your acquaintance as well.” Instead of moving as gingerly as she should, the brunette then tugged him as she hurried on. “Oh come on! Let us not tarry!” She said as she began to drag him off towards the main area. They had many things to cover after all.

[member="Darth Morbian"]

 

[Darth Morbian]

As he was dragged down the hall, back into the thrum of music and the heaviness of the pheromones, a genuine chuckle escaped his throat, for a moment, before being cut off with an expression of confusion. Did.... did I laugh? I.... am I enjoying myself? I... I think... I am? he pondered, an expression of bemusement plain upon his face, as one corner of his mouth twitched, threatening to curl into a smirk.

As they ran in Sethaius waved towards a Zeltron server, bearing a tray with various libations. Taking a glass of whiskey, a calming drink for Seth, he observed his female counterpart curiously, wondering silently about what her poison of choice would be.

After she made her selection from the tray, he'd offer a clink, stating in his smooth timbre, "The night is yet young, here is to getting to know one another, and whatever that may entail!," he'd finish with a rich laugh.

He had no real idea about what he was getting into, and the odd sensations he was feeling were still abundantly unnerving, but he'd found a friend to endure it with.

It definitely didn't hurt that she was growing too be more appealing company by the moment. Was it really just the pheromones? Sethaius was not sure.

He wasn't sure about a lot of things today.

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