active measures
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
AVALONIA | DOSUUN
T A L K I N _ H A W K I N
THE_BOYS | Irveric Tavlar | Tyrell Paxxus | Djorn Bline | Lucien Dooku | Robogeber
INTERACTING | Adron Malvern | Alessandra Creed | Xobos Yakieer | Freyu Molidias | Valessia Brentioch
Harrsk instinctively raised his eyebrows at the unexpected animalistic growl from one of the tallest beings he had ever seen. It looked...Pantoran, yet he wondered whether it was a semi-sentient born and bred to protect its masters to the death. Perhaps, perhaps not. The lengths to which influential figures went to maximize their security were infinite; and, the Commissioner believed to an extent, it made a lot of sense.AVALONIA | DOSUUN
T A L K I N _ H A W K I N
THE_BOYS | Irveric Tavlar | Tyrell Paxxus | Djorn Bline | Lucien Dooku | Robogeber
INTERACTING | Adron Malvern | Alessandra Creed | Xobos Yakieer | Freyu Molidias | Valessia Brentioch
"Adron Malvern, Exarch of The Confederacy and King of Illyria. The pleasure is mine, Commissioner. However, it is your pleasure to be introduced to my beautiful wife, Alessandra. Minister of Commerce for The Confederacy and Queen-Consort of Illyria."
"Certainly, Exarch." the commissioner replied with a slight smirk across his scarred face as he offered his greeting to the Queen-Consort of Illyria.
“Charmed.”, she responded, lightly, though not without a certain smooth edge. “The Outer Rim has been less than stable since the OPA collapsed. Perhaps, the First Order will begin to reign in the lawless.”
The King's wife was certainly beautiful, perhaps even that was an understatement. He'd never seen an unattractive noble before, the clean streak continued; even improved. Jaeger's scanning eyes beneath the sunglasses caught something familiar across her features, he couldn't put the fledgling memories of intelligence reports, verbal accounts and semi-hearsay flashing across his mind to it. He finally drew his sights off the Queen with a reminder for later and followed the King's direction towards the nearest bar.
"It had been my displeasure to never meet a delegate from your Order, we can begin correcting that immediately." The King enthused, however before saying too much more he brought his cane up, gesturing towards the closest bar that his eyes could spy. "At events such as these I find a need to partake in two things. Dance and drink. Would you care to join us for something a little more potent than wine, Commissioner?" He asked the man. "Unless Imperials are shy to drink these days?"
Jaeger chuckled at the Exarch's question, "Not yet." the King, unlike most of the few nobles he had ever come close to socialize with before, brought a fresh air of hospitality rather than the usual snot-nosed arrogance. Whether honest, a ploy or a grey eminence, Jaeger welcomed it. It was a good change of pace from the turbulent, hostile and fruitless negotiations with the Sith Empire after the fall of their capital. "We get a few breaks here and there for a sip in between liberating worlds from the Sith and, I guess, trying to stand out less in coronation balls." the latter comment was a humorous self-irony at the New Imperials' exaggerating militant looks and manners. A glance at the dance floor saw him adjust his sunglasses at the sight of the Supreme Leader and Sovereign Imperator locked in a waltz.
"Commissioner." He stated, as if testing the man's rank upon his tongue to see where it measures. "So tell me, are you placed within the standard military or do you do something a bit more specialized?" The art of a Ball such as this was to gain as much pertinent information as possible. Of course, Imperials were often difficult to drain information from, but not impossible. He found a proper Bourbon or Whiskey would usually do the trick.
"Whiskey? Or maybe scotch?" He looked to the Commissioner questioningly as they found themselves placed before the bartender droid.
"Vodka." he replied with the smirk still on his face as he nodded to the server. "Ice cold."
“I’m going to assume this means that I’ll be the sober one between us tonight. I warn you Commissioner Harrsk…My husband can put the those with the heartiest of gills beneath the table.”
An audible grin escaped Jaeger at the Queen's observation. He was a drinker, in the sense that a glass of vodka entertained him after sunset almost every day, but he knew well his limits. He knew no ex-mil that did not indulge in alcohol one way or another. When it came to Kings and Queens and nobles altogether, Harrsk saw himself agreeing with the Queen. This was certainly not a race he'd volunteer into.
The commissioner shifted his focus back on the Exarch, "To answer your previous question - the latter." he paused deliberately, then, "I work for the so-called Commission for the Preservation of the New Order." COMPNOR, as it was usually known as, was no secret information. "The name itself is self-explanatory for my... desk job." he said with a downplaying tone. Let them perceive it as they willed. Jaeger raised his glass at his unexpected socialites, "To your health." and took a gulp of the crystal clear liquid.
"We've certainly not had any official between our two States." the commissioner reiterated the Exarch's earlier observation. "What I hear about the Southern Systems mostly comes from second hand information, half-true, half-not." that, in itself, was half-true and half-not. The Confederacy and the New Imperials were still further away from each other and both had their own perils to solve. "I am curious what general views flow across the Confederacy over our war with the Sith."
He reached for his pack of cigarettes, slid one out and put it methodically parallel to his glass of vodka.