The Emperor's Ball

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat stared at Koda. He was a man, broken as he once was. But where as Preliat found purpose and renewed vigor for life, Koda was still, a broken man trying to find himself among the wars, among his mountain of bodies. Preliat frowned and placed a hand on the smaller, younger man's shoulders.

"I once thought that the Wolf was all I was. I need not tell you how wrong I was. We are not our fathers. And we are not doomed to the path we set ourselves on. There is still time for you to change what you think you are. Because I know, that you can be more than just a Bounty Hunter."

He leaned forward, speaking in their shared mother tongue.

"Gar liser cuyir bid much or'atu than gar cuyir jii."1



1. You can be so much more than you are now.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay raised a brow as [member="Krest"] reminded her of the tomb that the two of them had explored on Commenor long ago. It belonged to his family, so one must have their permission to enter. She caught the subtle sarcasm in his comment however. "Yes, it's a real shame, isn't it? There's no safer place to be than a tomb. Everyone in there is already dead..."

She sipped her tea once the cup was in hand, grateful for the gentle warmth that it brought, seeming to wrap her in a warm hug. It was the only thing that brought her some measurement of comfort in the prison of her home.

Kay turned her gaze to [member="Jor Kvall"] as they continued on their walk. "I agree. But I can only do so much to try to change that, in the present state of things."

Ferus spoke of colours and she smirked, pointing down to her sky blue gown. "The Commenori colours are blue and grey.
The red is just a stain that will one day be removed." She was quite certain about that fact. Yet she knew that the Sith Empire expected it from her too. They knew of her stubborness. It was why she was so carefully watched on Commenor. They expected others to arrive to try to help her escape.

 

[Anden Fancelo]

Anden Fancelo​

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Gardens, Blakeslee Falls Estate, Galidraan​

Objective: Ensure individual A to not worry and pray that coat is not ruined.​

Interacting with: [member="Tamara Wren"]​

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He brushed off whatever dirt was on his back, which to his fortune, there was very little. He then looked over to Tamara, as she took off her helmet. The way she did it though, it was. Odd. As if she was going to use her hand for some other purpose. Oh well.

As she made her comment regarding the floor's material, he gave a chuckle. "I can't argue with that. Would've hurt like hell too."

He then glanced over her, looking over the unique design of her armor. Raising a slight brow before gazing back at her face, once she made her apology. He raised his hand up, gesturing that there was no need. "It's fine, stuff like this happens. Especially in crowded places here." He said, calmly.

"I just wish I could bring my armor along with me, but it ain't the case for me." He said, raising the left lapel of his coat, exposing his dress blues with some ribbons regarding his merit and valor. A pin, shaped in the symbol of the Sovreignty would be placed a few inches below the ribbons. The pin's color scheme did not follow the faction's however, as it was entirely black. Perhaps symbolizing that the faction, is now just a memory. Fancelo then covered that section with his coat once more.

"You're a mandalorian, correct?" He asked, out of curiosity. Her armor looked the part but not exactly.

 

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Ballroom, Blakeslee Falls Estate, Galidraan
Objective| Having a good dance with Varas
Equipment| Red and Black Suit
With| [member="Varas Ren"]
Nearby| None?
Status| Gleeful and Embarrassed

Primat wouldn't say he was nervous to dance with Varas again. He wasn't nervous at all in fact, something that even surprised him. He had expected to at least be a little nervous about dancing with her again, considering this would be their second time dancing together...and their second dance in their whole lives. Something which was comical, given the two socially awkward Ren, yet something that held a romantic air and tension to it as well. Two people who weren't supposed to be together due to 'vows and promises' decreed in the order they served their leader. And yet, here they were, together with one another. It was reminiscent of the story of Reseo and Melient, two people who loved each other so much that they...died? Primat wasn't sure how that story exactly ended, he never did pay enough attention in holo-literature class at the university on Tamora. Though maybe he should have now that he was comparing him and Varas to a dead couple. He sighed in annoyance at himself, being frustrated that he couldn't figure out a proper comparison for him and Varas with the whole forbidden romance.

In an instant, his thoughts were turned away as he felt Varas pull him close to her. Their hands quickly found each other in an instant, followed by their hands on the lower back of each other. Their wasn't much to it as Primat now knew, just keep your hands in the proper place and don't step on your partner's feet. It was strange how even now, a month or two later, Marr's words of warning stayed in his mind. Even now thinking about her 'warning,' he couldn't help but smile. Marr was a treasure and like an actual younger sister to him, one he needed to protect and keep safe. Just like how he needed to keep Varas safe, he didn't want...that vision to come to pass, even if it had just been mustered up by a darkside holocron. But dancing here now with Varas helped to quell his fears about her dying.

Primat knew he just needed to enjoy this moment in the here and now, instead of just thinking about what could happen...and not what was happening right now. Something he didn't tend to do, which was much to his displeasure and annoyance. "How would we even steal a luxury ship is the question. The running away part is easy, the finding a life...is the hard part. But, we can't just leave our life behind here, Varas. I mean, as much as I would love to run away with you...we can't leave those we know, like Seto, Marriskcal, Raco. What would they think? Believe me, I would jump at the chance to run away with you...to leave the First Order behind, to leave Kyrel behind. But we just...it's complicated right now, especially with Sieger being around." He hoped that she knew what he was saying was truth and genuine. He was honest that he wanted to run away with her just, he didn't think doing it now was the right time. They had to give it time and leave at the right opportunity. And he still had his loyalty to Sieger and the First Order. He did at times want to leave that behind, though it was difficult because he felt a need to stay. Primat then pressed his forehead against hers, kissing her on the forehead softly as his hand on her lower back creeped a bit lower, below her waist. It wasn't on purpose of course, though Primat felt the Galaxy had it out for him when it happened again. But, he had secretly done it on purpose this time, maybe not entirely...though the thought had entered his mind and he liked the idea. As his hand tried to close back around her waist, his fingers brushed low, caressing the curve of her derriere to the point of almost skirting the lines of impropriety. "S-sorry! I didn't mean for it to happen again!"

 

[Rakaan Horne]

GALIDRAAN​

BLAKESLEE FALLS ESTATE​

THE OUTDOOR DINING AREA​

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Kole returned the gesture. His fingers, too, had opted for the tender squeeze around her fingers as a sign of affection. His gaze hadn't turned away from, not for a moment, not until that drink had been slid in her direction. It was a brief dart of the eyes, identifying it as something she had previously and was bound to have more of in the future. "How many more of those are you planning on having?" He asked, his tone almost told it as a joke, but maybe Lyn was capable of telling that there was some lingering concern. As it had been said time, and time again in the past, he couldn't really deal with a drunk Zeltron running rampant in a crowd he wasn't entirely comfortable within.

​His fingers had previously reciprocated the touch, the squeeze, the affection behind it all. Her statement regarding him being forgiven was forgotten, swept under the rug as if it was never uttered. He didn't need to think about his admittedly selfish, or potentially selfless, decision in never reaching out. Another sip taken, the glass emptied, lowered down and placed on the bar, a softer thud.

[member="Lynnori Cruz"]

 

[Koda Fett]

Strange.

Fett surely had not anticipated such an interaction. It was as if Koda happened to be the Son that Preliat had never received. The Wolf was vocal in his disdain for his Daughter, even his Granddaughter. It should come to no surprise that he sought a student, a protege, a successor in someone else. Perhaps it was the clasp of his armoured shoulder that confirmed such suspicions.

Unfortunately, the Bounty Hunter had only understood Mando'a in passing. Hardly fluent, barely understanding. Some of the words in which Preliat spoke had landed, and others faded into obscurity. Nothing of it was mentioned, however. He let it slide.

His armoured figure had turned, his frame against the railing as both his arms found themselves folded over his chest. His helmet, dipped, looked towards Preliat. Maybe someone inexperienced with Mandalorians saw nothing bar the helmet, but emotions were capable of being conveyed through such body language. It was questioning, confused, and Fett hadn't known where this old dog was leading, but he was curious to say the least.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Silas Mantis]

On the list of places Silas preferred not to be, a formal event in the heart of Sith space was somewhere near the top. Those present pushed it even farther. Instinct told him to strike, but he was far from stupid. Instead he simply pushed them out of his mind, and found his way to the alcohol. It was a crutch of sorts, sure, but this wasn't the time for deep introspective contemplation. It was just time to down a couple shots of whatever the Sith had, then stumble around until he bumped into someone worth talking to.

"Something strong." He demanded as he arrived at the closest bartender, setting his prosthetic onto the counter. It had lost its gleam a long time ago, now it was marked with a litany of scars and burns, testament to the limbs heavy usage and his status as a warrior. The drinks came from the server wordlessly and Silas left with them in kind, aimlessly wandering as he so often had.

Silas stuck out like a sore thumb to be completely honest, places like this suited him ill. Even in times of peace he'd never been one for events such as this. But he'd told himself that things might have changed, he was older now, less inhibited by the nerves of his youth, but it changed quite literally nothing. His brother was wrapped up in conversation with Fett, the others had dispersed and gone on to other things, and that left him alone in a very crowded room.

Could've been worse.

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Rowena Ewesa
Post 5
Attire: Short Black Dress
[member="Keira Cerdulan"]

After taking Karl's offered holocommunicator, Rowena gave the captain a demure wave, before taking another small sip from her hot chocolate. "I'll see you later tonight Karl, I'll meet someone...interesting...hopefully." Rowena replied, her words ending in a somewhat nervous tone.

Rowena blew into her hot chocolate in order to let the sweet-flavored beverage cool, took a few discreet glances at her surroundings, and quickly gulped the rest of the drink down. Upon doing so, Rowena stood from her seat and placed a few credit chips from her purse on the table as a tip to waiter. Then, she walked down the stairs until she reached the main floor of the ball room, where the patrons to the party were dancing and socializing. Her gaze was drawn to the numerous armored figures at the event, some of whom even wore T-visored helmets on top of their heads. Rowena knew immediately that these individuals were Mandalorians, but she was surprised that she had not noticed them earlier. They were such a distinctive group amid the crowd of nobles, military officers, lords, and ladies, most of whom were wearing formal attire or military dress uniforms.

In her left periphery, Rowena spotted a blonde-haired Sith Imperial officer ([member="Keira Cerdulan"]), who's uniform bore symbols matching that of the Sith Imperial Armada, specifically, the Starfighter Corps. The amount of drinks that the blonde pilot carried within her arms seemed a little excessive to Rowena. However, the woman's searching gaze implied that she was open to conversation. Rowena met the woman's gaze, spared her a bashful wave, and gracefully approached her from the front.

"I noticed the symbol of the Starfighter Corps on your uniform." Rowena spoke softly, her sharp eyes locking with the woman's gaze as she extended a slender arm in greeting.. "I assume that you are a starfighter pilot, as well?"

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

“Bet your bum I am!”

And with that greeting, and an ever so slight slur to her words it was obvious those drinks were far from her first. What else was she supposed to do? Squadron was off probably doing the same, or hunting for a partner for the night....or where they could get a line of spice. Never did much with the latter, surprisingly enough: once or twice on Cademimu and that was it.

Her own arm extended after finding somewhere to put her drink, and to her credit she only missed it once. A hardy handshake was given. Hadn’t seen a pointy-ear in a long time, though the nickname had no malice to it: it was just the name she knew. Species names were usually quite hard growing up.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

[member="Rowena Ewesa"]

 

[AMCO]

Location: Ballroom
Interacting With: [member="Shoma Ike"] & [member="Muad Dib"]
Wearing: Custom Suit with Shimmersilk Half-Cloak.
+1: [member="Icarn Amonta"]

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Desired no titles, or simply wished to keep himself sufficiently mysterious? A difficult distinction to make, at times. Whatever the case, he was certainly an interesting individual and one with which Adrian shared several interests of note.

"Muad, then. The K'Kayeh dragon? Truly? How interesting; I've heard plenty about that great beast, though it's always hard to separate myth from truth. I take it you've recreated not one, but several? Very interesting." A lovely project, that. Recreating not only a mighty beast but a piece of history as well. A mythical display of the ingenuity of Sith Alchemy, worthy of being brought back from the history books. A worthy endeavour indeed, though he himself had always specialised in creating entirely new kinds of life.

Curious. Did the Jedi not understand exactly what he was hinting at, or was he unusually open-minded? Whatever the case, he would find out soon, with the latter certainly being a pleasant surprise. Too often, Jedi were overly concerned about "the natural order" and "the will of the Force"; meaningless concepts, as far as the young Knight was concerned, but concepts which they treasured dearly nonetheless.

Eyes alight, he nodded, a smile at his lips. "Science experiments indeed, though my personal expertise lies squarely in Force-related fields. I do, however, bankroll various other groups and individuals, both wholly and partially."

He had, as any self-respecting Sith should have, scientists of all sorts working for him, their efforts advancing his power base and benefiting him financially. In addition, he also saw fit to donate to various other endeavours, only some of which benefited him directly. Unusual for a Sith, perhaps, though not surprising for someone so fanatically devoted to the concept of progress as himself.

Unlike him, however, many of his fellow Sith were intensely unwilling to share knowledge. Hells, even he had his limits. In that assessment, Muad was far from erroneous.

Nodding in agreement to both parties, the young Knight's tone was thoughtful. "Not a wrong assessment, that. Still, I for one would be open to such a suggestion, and I am sure the same can be said for plenty of other parties within the Sith-Imperial hierarchy." A slight pause. "That being said, I sincerely doubt any such cooperation could feasibly extend to military technology, military-related technology, or the study of the Force." Another, slightly longer, pause. "Though an exception might be made if you were operating directly through the First Order."

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

The Outer Rim, Galidraan, Blakeslee Falls Estate, The Outdoor Dining Area, The Bar, Unspecified Time
Ambrosia | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] | (Others TBD) ~ Young and Beautiful ~ "I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now."
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"Huh?"

Her eyes wandered back down to the glass from him, an amused smirk present. That smirk. One Kole likely recognized as being the harbinger of her worst decisions; surely, not reassuring in the slightest, "I don't know, however many they make me." Her free hand occupied itself with picking up the glass, swirling the drink before back to her ritual of sip, stare, sip again. A glance around to the surroundings once in a while to see if anything dramatic was happening, which, unfortunately, was not the case. Ah, well. Give it a few hours.

"Worried I'll do something stupid?" Lyn openly teased his insecurity now, a grin to rival a lothcat's painted across her face before strong drink chased it down. Truthfully, due to the calibre of drink she had ordered mixed, the effects were already starting to take hold; mainly, a darker pink flush to her face, the more loose smile, the way they stood too close, so her ankle could casually brush along his. The smile turned a bit wicked, as was to be expected; she was only Lynnori, after all. For Kole to have expected otherwise was naive.

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Evening Wear Attire

 

[Rakaan Horne]

GALIDRAAN​

BLAKESLEE FALLS ESTATE​

THE OUTDOOR DINING AREA​

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"More than you know." Kole remarked through a suppressed laugh. His mouth remained still, albeit curved with a grin. Although, there happened to be a series of amused huffs that came from the Droid. It was clear to him that those drinks began to take effect. He wasn't entirely lying when confirming that he held some form of concern, or 'worry'. Lyn happened to be rather unpredictable, even more so when intoxicated but what was there to expect, she was a Zeltron. They were infamous for such attitudes, and whilst it seemed to be something that Lyn constantly attempted to flee from, it was inescapable. Kole reached outwards with his left hand, planting it on her lower back before beginning to leave the bar area, or attempting to. "You can't do that here." He stated in an attempt to provide some form of distraction in the effort of leaving a potentially dangerous situation. He had seen that smile on more than one occasion.

If Kole was capable of manoeuvring himself, and his companion, through the dense crowd they were sure to find themselves breathing fresh air again. As they were to approach the kind of table that was higher up, around chest height, with no seats around it. Akin to a platform. There had been all kinds of imperials scattered in the area, and on occasion his artificial eyes had wandered in their direction, but had primarily kept themselves fixated on that pink thing before him.

[member="Lynnori Cruz"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Indeed it will." Darth Ferus bowed his head to [member="Lady Kay"] 's rather direct exclamation about the Sith, causing a grin to form on the Iridonian's lips. There was nothing like the glory of battle to make the King giddy. "It's a shame you can't speak with other like minded people without being so callously watched. Perhaps," His blue gaze flicked to [member="Jor Kvall"] as he paused to take another sip of his tea. "The Mandolorians are up for talks with a representative of Commenor. If only there was a way to reach the King." With his voice as low as a whisper and hidden by the cup on his lips he mumbled the simple idea.

Slowly he settled the cup back down, smiling warmly at the pair. "Lovely party though, isn't it?"

 

[Tez Bola]

Galidraan
Blakeslee Falls Estate
Interacting With: [member="The Major"]
Status: (Still) Trepidatious

“A prince?” Tez sputtered as she allowed herself to be gently dragged by the Deranged Director. “Can’t we start talking to someone a little lower on social totem- you know, like a count, or an admiral- and work our way up?” Tez was a little hesitant and much too sober to jump in to intellectual and/or political conversation this early in the night. She had hoped that she and [member="The Major"] would meander around the grounds together, and perhaps share a few private laughs over ridiculously expensive wine. Maybe even practice utilizing certain Force techniques that they had been working on such as mind guarding, aura sensing, and a little dabbling of innocent thought reading. Tez was all for acting the part of sophisticated socialite when the need arose, but after the preliminary greetings, what could she possibly say that would garner the interest of such influential people?

As the women drew closer, Tez noticed that the princeling was already engaged in active conversation with two other figures. It would be false to say that she didn’t feel an ounce of intimidation and insecurity. “Hold on a second,” Tez hoarsely whispered. She pulled back her arm and gave Sybil a look of faux warning. She regained her composure and gulped down the rest of her remaining liquid courage. As her eyes scanned the room seeking out another server, she asked softly, “ Let me get another glass of wine before I make a complete fool of myself- and you. Do you know those other men too?”

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

The Outer Rim, Galidraan, Blakeslee Falls Estate, The Outdoor Dining Area, The Bar, Unspecified Time
Violet; White | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] | (Others TBD) ~ Young and Beautiful ~ "Channeling angels in the new age now."
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He never really was much fun, but that was part of his charms, part of the temptations between them. He tested her, push and pull, whether he intended to or not; he did. It was endearing, in a way that made her emotions fluctuate like waves in a sea. Something about sharks, right? Or was it scorpions? Do scorpions swim, or drown? How many had made her feel like that before Kole?

"Okay, ok-aaay," Lyn sighed a little overdramatically, as if Kole was being utterly unreasonable in terms of modesty (Which, of course, he wasn't -- But self-awareness was a skill she needed so direly), "But I want a dance later." 'Dance', could mean so many things. But, likely, she meant literally; this was a ball after all. Lyn had never indicated she could dance, though. Hrm. Regardless, she moved to lean against the standing table, drink abandoned at the bar, which left her fingers loosely linked together and her thumbs to twiddle, "You gonna go find your employer now, huh?" The Zeltron teased a bit, eyebrow raised. More or less testing, again. Would he actually go and trust her to stay here safely?

Probably not. They were always a little tied together.

With an exhale that bordered on bored Lyn's golden gaze swept past Kole to the Imperial crowd before returning to him. Ever the temptress, ever tempting him to stay.

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Evening Wear Attire

 

[Rakaan Horne]

GALIDRAAN​

BLAKESLEE FALLS ESTATE​

THE OUTDOOR DINING AREA​

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There often had to be someone that was controlled. That was responsible, measured, aware. Between the Droid and the Zeltron, it had been the Droid; that was to be expected, of course. Droid's were known for their regimented existences, the monotony of their movements in tandem with their eternal loyalty to those that had created them and an utter lack of complete sentience. Kole blurred that line, shifting back and forth what it was that be man or a machine, but such a thing truly hand't helped him. The Zeltrons, however, were known for various things, but ultimately of similar nature. They weren't entirely diverse In their stereotypes, or so it had seemed.

"That's not fair." Kole claimed, his head subtly turning to the side with a look that resembled someone questioning whether or not they really meant the accusation they'd claimed. Lyn might know it, she often teased the HRD for more reasons than one. "They can wait." His head softly nodding forwards, "I can figure something out." Kole reassured. The Droid was going to have to, really. There were connections that led him here in the first place, and thus they shouldn't be too difficult to reconnect with when all was said and done.

He hadn't made mention of that dance. Kole, in truth, wasn't much of one. If Lyn wanted it, she'd have to persist.

[member="Lynnori Cruz"]

 

[Jor Kvall]

He who is never silent
speaks plenty
of meaningless words;
the fast-talking tongue
unless it have controllers,
often sings itself harm.

-House Kvall saying

Kay and [member="Krest"] spoke, Kvall listened,​

Their words not welcome, woefully powerless.​

Now there could not be a solution, nor respite​

while the Sith still ruled with strength unquestionable​

their barbs buried deep, burning Mandalore's heart.​

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He gripped his glass tightly, grimacing in anger​

at the futile forces assembled before him.​

His eyes were ice blue, but inside there was a fire​

that could be caught by Kay, if she perceived.​

His drink was done, and doubtless as unsatisfying​

as this conversation, he cast his cup aside.​

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"Perhaps some day we'll meet again, [member="Lady Kay"]. When you're ready."​

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Jor turned away and trudged back inside.​

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Galidraan

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Blakeslee Falls Estate
Outdoor Dining Area
[member="Kaalia Pavanos"]


Ishana looked over her wife to receive only a grin for her quip. The Balmorran thought for a second but decided to move forward, she half expected her wife to say something in return. Odd. "You, uh," or not, "you feelin' alright babe?" She asked with some concern while placing veggie wraps and other delectables on a plate for the Kro Varian. She became distracted when the red head mentioned her culinary skills or lack thereof. It was perfectly fine, Ishana could cook between the two of them and given that their entire family lived with them. Either one of their parents was more than happy to cook, a sight really to see a pair of Kro Varians - Kaalia's parents and the whole brood of Balmorrans - Ishana's family.

Working together preparing meals but it was a beautiful thing to see each week. They designated one day out of the week where they could all eat outside having a picnic on the new vineyards and orchards. The Pavanos family had their own land for farming back on Balmorra and brought their trade with them to Dromund Kaas recently when they were relocated. "You sure, you're okay Habibi?" Again out of concern, as Ishana was thoughtful in her choices picking what seemed more akin to her wife's usual tastes.

Eventually, she had gotten a plate done for not just her wife but for herself as well. "Looks like we got a nice table there looking out at the gardens." Ishana gestured and carried the two plates over with some ease. The heels she wore were a thing to get used to but the former pilot managed. Setting plates down, the woman moved to help her wife get seated before sitting down herself. A waiter came over and took their drink orders, Ishana moved for a smooth cider to start the night off since they hadn't quite reached the dance floor - and well, Ishana wanted to be able to actually dance and not slosh her way across.

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Is she now?" Alvarex asked with a chuckle as they moved to the dance floor. The Prince took his opportunities when they came to scan the ballroom for the little one. He was certainly not disappointed. The young man's grin only widened as he danced with Yasha, "oh you are correct she is hard to miss, I see her there with my uncle." The Epicanthix noted as he gave a nod in [member="Darth Prazutis"]'s direction. Alvarex's gaze turned and his eyes fell upon the amber orbs of the Mand'alor as she smiled in response to his admittanence of more surprises. He would only give her a wink for this, and not reveal what they were just yet.

When he had turned to try and figure out his brother's gestures he had felt Yasha's hand on his cheek. The gesture caught him off guard, in a pleasant way Alvarex reassured her with a smile and his hand over hers. He hadn't forgotten it, no, he kept that memory for himself now. While simultaneously making a note to thank his brother, with Yasha's hand on his shoulder and their movements timed with the music. The Prince felt the same - his mothers had chosen the set well and the orchestra thus far was magnificent. It was a moment in which time seemed to slow where all he could hear was the music. Sounds of the ballroom seemed to fade and for a little while at least all was right with the Galaxy.

Even if tensions between the Mandalorians and the Exiles were rising. While his father and mothers oversaw the ball as the whole ensuring that every guest enjoyed the evening and that no one stepped out of line. The Prince was happy, he danced with the Mand'alor as if she were the Princess, it was here he realized that there was something there that wasn't there before. What it was, he couldn't place - and in that time he was happy not to question it.

[member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Adara Raxis"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | @Et Al Ballroom

 

[Kay-Larr]

"I'm not sure where my husband is, Ferus. But I'm sure that he'd be open to meeting with whomever he needs to. However he'll probably be wary. It was one of the Mandalorians that captured him and brought him to the Sith Emperor.
I don't know yet who exactly it was..." But she'd be sure to get after them when she found out. That is if she had the chance to do so. Right now her actions and words were limited.

Kay didn't share in [member="Krest"] 's sentiments in regards to the party. She hated it, in fact. But she had to try to pretend otherwise, although that was difficult at best.

She sipped her tea and looked to [member="Jor Kvall"] , noticing the deep anger in his eyes. It was quite intense, so much so that she could feel it. No doubt he wasn't at all happy with her careful answers. But Kay had to be careful. She couldn't speak frankly here. She couldn't speak her mind. It was too dangerous.

"When I'm..?" The words just hung in the air for a moment. "I look forward to it." As Jor turned and left, Kay stared straight ahead with her brows furrowed in thought. "There's so much at play here. So many pieces to put in place. I just wish that I had the freedom to do more." She needed to get her niece [member="Yasha Mantis"] out of the Sith Emperor's clutches, and with that the Mandalorians. And she needed to free her planet from occupation.

There had to be a way to accomplish both even while her hands were tied. Kay had a great power of influence. She had to use that as her weapon against her enemies. And use it she shall.