The Emperor's Ball

[Ria Misrani]

"I bet she was," Alvarex responded his tone echoed his heart, it was warm and welcoming. He danced as a Prince should, his pace matched the music and he was soft with Yasha. A man raised of blood and darkness who knew war better than love. Yet here he was, adorned in his military uniform dancing with a woman who knew war and blood as well as he. He found something amusing about it all. "Mhmm well our past makes who we are today, there's something to be said for that I think." The man laughed lightly at the thought of the Mandalorian's Warmaster dancing with a child but it was more of thought than anything. Alvarex was sure that Adara was having the time of her life, and now it was his job to make sure that her mother had the same.

As the music continued to play he thought he caught that mewl of a sign from her. If he had his only response was the smile he held only for her. Blue eyes were soft and lost in an emotion he had not known. The man wondered if this is what his father felt when he was with his mother, often as a child he saw his parents with their quiet moments. As a child, he thought it was disgusting and gross, as an older boy he thought it not worth his time. And as he grew, he slowly came to realize that being alone in this galaxy was not meant for him. It seemed that patience may pay off.

The Prince as completely unaware that the distance between them had closed. He basked in her pure and unadulterated glow. Alvarex felt like those men in the movies, the soft ones his sisters were always watching. If that was so, then - let it be. Her hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck and his arm moved around her waist. All the man knew then was that he craved to have more of these moments with her. Her. Yasha Mantis, Mand'alor the Infernal in his arms so content and secure.

Unfortunately, their moment would be interrupted by the honorable Queen. Alvarex on his part did not want it to end, but he surmised the night was young and he may yet get another chance to dance with Yasha. And when she began to untangle herself from him. He called to her, "Yasha, wait." Their hands were still just together. The Prince gentle in his movements as he pulled her into him. He took the opportunity as he looked into her eyes, and placed a kiss on her lips. "There." He pulled away and allowed his fingers to separate from hers as he stepped off the dance floor and looked over at his father, and then his brother who gave him a nod of respect. Then back to his father, the man headed for the Emperor's direction.

He exhaled and grinned, "remind me to thank my mothers for putting this on."

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

 

[Morus Jerrill]

I let out a long breath, then another, and barely avoided a binge at the drinks table. What I planned required precision and clarity, neither of which was compatible with alcohol.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] cut an imposing figure: a huge man with a shiny braid and all manner of finery, surrounded by a cloud of sycophants and allies. I used them for cover; I'm not a large man. I come up to the Sith Emperor's sternum. The most noticeable thing about my is my mustache, which is admittedly excellent. I caught myself twirling it nervously, and settled for adjusting my collar and the strap of the taozin amulet under my shirt. Folks say a Sith Lord can sense agitation, so I clamped down as best as I could. I shifted my mental playlist to help myself stay cool and calm.

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3umaLe37-LE

Much better.

I eased a little closer to His Majesty through the crowd and did my level best to clear my head. It helped that I didn't have malicious intent - not really. Sith could pick up on that too. My thumb tested the edges of the small blades in my pocket. The cronies parted, and there he was. His back, anyway. It looked like a Death Star: imposing, expensive, and just a little bulgy. Too many dinner parties over torture, maybe.

His long, immaculate braid dangled down his back. I slid in-

-raised the little pair of scissors-

-snip.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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Blakeslee Falls Estate, Galdiraan​

Accompanied By: [member="Kylea Varjo"] | Interacting With: [member="Darth Maliphant"], [member="Nilia Saavilin"]​

Objective: Survive.​

He knew that look. The spotlight of reality.

It hadn't taken Vestille long to cut his way through the sea of people to eventually reach Darth Maliphant and the woman that the General had assumed to be his apprentice; all with Kyela in tow, so it seemed. Upon transit from the one area he had remained for a time to the other where his curiosities had led him, Vestille had stopped a wandering waiter and grabbed yet another two drinks from the tray the serving lad was carrying, offering nothing more than a nod in his direction as the two glasses of champagne were distributed between himself and his companion; "Try to conserve it." the General added as the glass was exchanged from his hand to Kyela's as he'd add; "No doubt this night will require more-- Just need to be sensible about it." that last part sounded more like a muttered lecture to himself rather than the Lieutenant that stuck by him. It was rather strange, at least when he cast a thought to it; the fact that the Naval Lieutenant was willing to stick by his side despite everything that had been rumored about him. Maybe she did it out of fear? More likely the fact that she didn't quite know where else to go-- He would never get to the bottom of it, at least not at that moment. Having secured their drinks, Vestille moved past the waiter and towards the group that had seemed to gather-- With Darth Maliphant and his apprentice at the center stage.

Her expression told the same old tale; she displayed a diplomat's greatest weapon and no doubt saw straight through his guise. The knife that cut through the concealing curtain.

With Darth Maliphant's invitation to join the ever-expanding group and the introduction of the woman to his side, in the form of embarrassing statement nonetheless, it had at least bridged the gap and allowed the General the opportunity to get the first few words in; "General Thumahra, Commanding Officer of the 7th Field Army. Darth Maliphant made brief mention of his apprentices. You would be...?" the question had been left with a handshake to accompany it, if the apprentice was to accept the gesture was another thing entirely. There was a game to be played, it seemed, one where he would have to try and play along and jump over the hurdles to try and identify the woman that had looked so very familiar-- And her connection to the Sovereignty if it even existed. He hadn't heard from anyone beyond those that had defected with him during the final days of the state; since the day that he took to his exodus, no news came from anyone beyond the Gravewalkers, those loyal men that would follow Vestille to the death. It was an existence that had snuffed any possible light and the humanity it brought but-- Maybe tonight was a turning point, so he thought, a chance to turn the page. DT-2417 was dead but the personality and legacy that he led still remained rooted deep into the figure that replaced him. Day by day, it seemed that even that to which he gripped onto with a steady hand was slowly eaten away and replaced by a presence ruled by primal instincts and the tendencies of a beast. Was he doomed? He didn't know.

His glazed over stare seemed to stretch for miles, his mind swallowing itself in internal conflict once more.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“It was charming… but don’t tell her I said that.” Yasha chuckled softly, amber gaze fixated on his ever changing and expressive face. The breeding of Kings and despots lingered in his skin, his posture and the bearing of his rigid but smooth steps to the music. Ever the prized war steed carrying the future of his father [member="Darth Carnifex"]’s plans on his back. But not tonight.

Tonight he was ‘Rex, a fellow soldier finding respite in equally hardened arms. They could forget their battles for a while, a few mean hours before the dredge of their station sunk back on their shoulders with pauldrons and grieves. “I’ll drink to that… but not now… I just want to dance with you.”

The idea of control or the responsibilities of her station dissipated as the song seemed eternal, no doubt in retrospect a careful calculation from Invicta and [member="Salara Zambrano"]. While the universe outside refused to exist for the two young dancers, some elements of it refused to be ignored.

The beskar plates on her back depressed gingerly with the weight of Alvarex’s hand, allowing Yasha the tension and delight of feeling his touch without alarum. Closer they nudged, organically sliding together, until Yasha’s eyes, which looked on his face in the gentle thrill of newly burgeoning affection, sunk to his shoulder. Her cheek pressed against his chest for a blissful second, which in the holds of her mind would last for an eternity as a fond and cherished memory.

Auntie was coming, and she was not going to allow her newly orphaned (twice) niece get swept up in the passion of her first Ball. [member="Lady Kay"] would rescue Yasha if it took pushing past the Dark Lord of the Sith Himself, and she did exactly that.

Yasha didn’t see the glower stare of [member="Darth Carnifex"] as Kay burst through to Yasha and Alvarex, she saw nothing but the cut of Rex’s uniform jacket as she stepped back.

There in the centre of the dance floor, Yasha’s cheeks burned a bright and virile red. How much time passed while Alvarex and Yasha were dancing?

“Yes, Aunt Kay, I’ll be happy to help you.” Placing a hand to her cheek, Yasha took a deep breath and hissed it out. “I haven’t danced since I wa-oh?”

Two words. ​

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Yasha, wait. ​

Cerulean eyes gazing into hers, firm and mighty hands tugging gentle as a lamb at her digits. Yasha, wait. The Infernal’s shoulders yanked to her ears as he kissed her, a fist untangling and preparing to slug him in the jaw…

… left hook un-thrown, shoulders lowering, this delicious battle lost. [member="Lady Kay"] was accurate in her inner admonition that Yasha Mantis, however hardened in battle, was as naive as a virgin in the art of seduction and love.

Kaden was fire and anger. Possession. They claimed each other and clung to survive the horrors of their youth. This, years after his death, was nothing but.

It was bliss, and tenderness and the ease of languishing over time and proper moments. Yasha had no inner defence, and nor did she desire to build one. [member="Alvarex Zambrano"]’s lips caught hers, and Yasha’s eyes shut. The fist, which would have struck him landed gently on his bicep, holding herself there for a brief and singular moment in time.

Their first kiss.

The Infernal stood and breathed, lips pursed for some seconds breathing as Alvarex walked to the side, so others might occupy their space.

“Wh-what was that, Aunt Kay? The powder… oh.. elek, I…” Doing an about-face, Yasha wound her arm around the smaller woman’s shoulders and briskly guided Queen Kay Arenais off the dance floor and out of the ballroom to one of the well situated powder rooms in the estate. Checking they were alone, Yasha shut and locked the door, then leaned her back against the wall and hissed out a cheerful, giddy breath.

“He kissed me. He kissed me, Auntie… Me… Alvarex kissed m-my lipstick! Oh, no it’s… you needed something? Do you need me to demand a proper meal out of the estate chefs, to help your stomach with the tea?” In that moment, Yasha was nothing but the glazed over young woman, who was newly kissed at her first ball.

“What… did you need? They were so soft… the softest lips in… ” Yasha grinned, holding a hand to the back of her own neck.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

He smiled at the younger Mandalorian, returning his hand from his back to be leaning over the balcony. He knew that Mando'a was not a thing that came naturally to the younger vode- so he backed off for the time being, albeit respectfully. Koda didn't need to say anything, he reminded him of a more stoic Silas. Just younger.

"What you do now, what you strive for- will fade away. I am offering you to do more, to do something not for yourself. But for the betterment of the people of Mandalore. For your people. For my people- for our people." He stood taller, his body posture shifting to emphasize his point more. "And it starts with the Infernal and her insufferable, pathetic rule of our people, and the weak, spineless cowards that had fallen into her vile schemes."


[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Heca Foliou]

It had been sometime since the young Foliou attended to one of these extravagant events.

Once upon a time she enjoyed to a high degree the many luxuries of life to the family she was born into, and lucky that she was the only child. Heca was introduced to social outings of the elite and higher class of society. She always made sure to dress at her absolute best in order to compete the other women at her age, trying to outshine them with her own beam. Consumed a bit from some superiority complex when entangled in the elite culture of Maena.

But that all came to an end when her parents murdered in front of her, with a lovely white skirt stained in blood and a heart twisted, carved into an abomination that craved endlessly for death. Fortunately, [member="Matsu Xiangu"], her Master worked with her to control that specter that took host in the young Maenan, learning how to co-exist with the spirit without losing control of herself. Such consequences of losing dominance resulted violent rampages that sought for blood and destruction; however, it had been some time since the last accident and tonight would be a test of how well Heca could fare in an event like this.

The young Sith wore a black dress that she suited her tastes. Nowadays she wore anything depressing unlike the old days when she preferred vibrant colors that were much alive than black. Though she made sure to keep her makeup and cosmetics elegant as she did still love that lovely, beautiful face of hers.

The Acolyte would then depart ways with her luxurious landspeeder, and make way from the courtyard to the interior of the castle that hosted the ballroom. She presented her invitation to security before anything, not expressing any radiant or happy emotions from her face. She looked at everyone like a craving.

Oh, how delightful this would be if it was only Maena.

But this wasn't her backyard to play in, and would adhere to the strict instructions of her Master.

Control herself...and have fun.

[member="Imogen Daniels"]​

 

[Koda Fett]

Now, that was a proposition. The Bounty Hunter hadn't truly known as to what it was that Preliat was suggesting, or offering. Fett, admittedly, had found himself curious at the thought; but a sneaking suspicion enabled a hint of doubt, almost wishing he didn't want to understand the words that came from his mouth, and the words that would follow. Fett had once been a Mandalorian, but now he was nothing more than a Bounty Hunter that bore their armour, their clan insignia's, and so on. Perhaps through heritage had he been one, but he was no longer apart of that culture. Fett faced exile after the Red Coronation, and then once more at the hands of Mardos Fett. It was befitting, that even amongst killers he didn't fit in. A persistent outcast.

"Go on." Koda replied, encouraging the Mandalorian that stood before him to move along with his speech of encouragement, or so it had seemed. Unsure as to what he was truly ready to ramble on about.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"Koda, it's time to come home. It's time to fight for your people's future and not just a paycheck."

He sighed.

"I think you could do great things, if you'd only apply yourself elsewhere in life. As a leader."

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

The Outer Rim, Galidraan, Blakeslee Falls Estate, The Outdoor Dining Area, The Outskirts, Unspecified Time
Primrose | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] | (Others TBD) ~ Young and Beautiful ~ "Hot summer days, rock and roll."
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"You know," Lyn sighed, shoulders dropping half an inch from the effort, "You always know how to figure it out."

Believe it or not, that was a compliment. Somehow the HRD had it together a lot more than she did most of the time; she, who fell into old types and traps all too easily. He was one of the main reasons their first case together had even really been solved, after all. Her teeth ran over her lower lip in a soft hiss, another exhale of air through her half-closed mouth, "And when have I ever been fair t'you, babe?" It should be clear that she was just playing, teasing, but there was a kernel of truth in it as well. When had she been fair to the poor droid who seemed so helplessly wrapped up?

She could be fair. With a loosening smile she sighed, rolling her pink head around her equally-pink neck for a second or two, "Okay. What are we gonna do now. That does not involve any alcohol."

"Open to any ideas." Well, maybe not totally fair.

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Evening Wear Attire

 

[Koda Fett]

"No."

There was nothing but absolute certainty within his tone. He had no intentions of returning to Mandalore; they had no longer plagued his mind, but had become nothing more than a whisper on the wind. Fett was a Bounty Hunter, and that was his calling. He had become disillusioned of a greater Mandalore, and it all lay within that Throne Room; blood flowing like tears into the cracks between tiles, staining the walls with the ash of the incinerated, and the broken corpses that crumbled beneath that throne. Mandalore had become a distant memory, an old fantasy.

He lacked reason. Perhaps he could find one in time.

"I will not be your Mand'alor, Preliat."

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"I would not ask you to. Men like us are not born to lead. We are weapons. We are soldiers. We are warriors. And I need your help. We need, your help. Look, look upon what has become of our once great people." Preliat gestured to the party. Sith. Surrounded by Sith. Vile, pale, weak, infighting, insufferable creatures.

"Subjugated with petty thoughts and whispers of a so called Dark Lord, whored out by a child, by a petty girl and her attraction to some boy. We waged a hard war to replace a broken system, in which we rightfully won, and she turned her backs on what we fought for. And I ask not for your pledge to leadership, but your steady hand and your practiced aim. What happens after is upon you, not me."

He sighed, regaining his composure.

"I was a broken man, too, Koda. I know what it's like to lose everything."

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Tamara Wren]

There was a bit of relief on Tam's face when it was clear it was fine. Sure it wasn't how her dad would have handled it, but there were a lot of things, she thought sourly, that she didn't like about how her dad handled things.

"They wouldn't let you wear it?"

That just sounded weird to Tam. They practically lived in their armor these days. [member="Ronan Vizsla"] had always been like that, but Tamara hadn't been. Before....

"I don't think my father would have come if they'd told him he couldn't."

That wasn't true. Tam was ENTIRELY certain they wouldn't have come if they hadn't been given permission to do so.

She looked down as he was straightening up, catch sight of the pins and ribbons. She wasn't familiar enough with the Empire's (and certainly not the Sovereignty's) traditions. She know what they meant in a general sort of way, but could not read the specifics. The over view was enough. The man in front of her was a soldier. That much was clear, not only from those but from how he moved. Not someone who simply stood on the bridge of a ship all day. Like recognized like, and it was less a conscious awareness of it than it was simply a recognition of a common ground.

His question caught her off guard. It wasn't often someone asked that, but then, Tam was rarely around anyone but other Mandalorians, especially lately. But even before, she had grown up on Wayland, surrounded by her father's clan. EVERYONE was Mandalorian in her everyday life.

"Yes," she answered with a nod, tucking her helmet under one arm. "I'm Tamara Wren, of house Vizsla." She hesitated, then put out her hand again, this time for a different reason, and hoped it wouldn't be a repeat.

[member="Anden Fancelo"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay watched as it happened. That first kiss between [member="Yasha Mantis"] and [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] . She clenched her jaw, with holding back the frown of dismay. This was complicating things. But that was exactly what [member="Darth Carnifex"] had wanted. If only the young man was a part of some other family....

The kiss had made Yasha stumble over her words. And as she wrapped her arm around Kay and took her to the powder room quickly, the tea that the Queen held nearly spilled. At least they weren't stopped.

With the powder room secured, she let Yasha catch her breath. Although they seemed to be alone, the words expressed by the Sith Emperor earlier let her know that nowhere here was safe. So she had to choose her words carefully. They both did.

"Yes, I saw. And of course he kissed you. It's all part and parcel of their plans." She gestured to her eyes and ears, then towards the ceiling. "My stomache is fine.
I just have so much fabric here. I need you to loosen my lacings on the back so that I can get out of this dress momentarily and use the facilities." At least she had a slip on underneath. Thankfully.

As Yasha helped her out, Kay rambled on. "I still have to spend some time with him, to be sure that he's a good fit. I don't want you to end up heartbroken. Carnifex doesn't like my interference, but it's my job to look out for you. Love can be blind and I want to be certain that it's genuine. There is much at stake here. I don't want you to be used, hurt and discarded for another. This ball isn't the proper place for us to spend time together. You should bring me to your home before taking me back to Commenor. It has been some time since I've been. " She needed to see [member="Gray Raxis"] as well.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

GALIDRAAN​

BLAKESLEE FALLS ESTATE
THE OUTDOOR DINING AREA​

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Kole let out a sigh of his own. It wasn't in boredom, he found himself rather entertained by the Zeltron's attempts to do anything, but it was in acceptance of something he hadn't really wanted. Lyn was similar to a child in the vein that she needed constant entertainment, monitoring, and care. She may not have enjoyed that being said to her, but, oh well. Kole's thoughts and feelings were safe from his companion, even if she was capable of delving into that of others. There were always a few benefits to secretly being robotic, no?

"You wanted that dance?" Kole asked, extending his hand outwards as if she was to grab a hold of it. Ready to be led away and into an activity neither had any really proficiency in. Maybe that was part of enjoyment- stumbling through the motions, unsure of where to place your feet next.

[member="Lynnori Cruz"]

 

[Imogen Daniels]

To say Imogen felt out of place standing before security, invitation held firmly between lithe fingers, vacant eyes staring just off to the side of the guards face - was an understatement.

Balls weren’t her thing, nor were any highly populated social events. Having grown up where she did - sheltered away from any newer technology, and furthermore being treated like scum for being force sensitive, Imogen wasn’t social. Her master, [member="Jacob Crawford"] had brought her out of her shell in many ways, and with the help of her friend and teacher, [member="Matsu Xiangu"] - Imogen was learning how to handle her newly acquired talents well.

Feeling the presence of the guard shift out of her way in front of her, Imogen nodded her head in thanks before picking up a part of the dark grey tulle of her dress, heading into the ballroom.

Immediately hit with the feeling of presences surrounding her on all sides, it was hard for Imogen to not feel overwhelmed. Though she was learning exceptionally quickly about how to get around without her sight, she couldn’t help but wish she had Jacob there at her side with her.

If she was to survive this night, to get through it without causing any major scenes - she’d need a drink.

Shifting towards the first person she noticed wasn’t actively engaged in conversation with someone - she reached out, fingers brushing the material of the woman’s dress sleeve. Grabbing her attention she offered a slight smile.

“I beg your pardon, but could you please point me in the closest direction of drinks? These aren’t really my thing…”

A chuckle escaped her lips, mind repeating ‘be pleasant.. You’re here to enjoy yourself. Have fun’.

[member="Heca Foliou"]​

 

[Dae]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Vaulkhar"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]His words made Dae raise an eyebrow slightly, to hear the Prince speak of his father in such a way was highly interesting. The woman filed this moment away for the time being, she would dote on it at another time. Curiosity had already grabbed her attention. She felt his eyes on her, he was examining her as much as she was taking in his nature. Though, she did her best not to be so obvious as the man beside her. Her name echoed on his tongue, it sounded better than any one had said it before, but she would only smile – not wanting to give him too much satisfaction of her enjoyment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Thank you, it was my grandmother’s. My Father adored his mother, and wished to make sure her legacy continued.” The woman nodded in thanks and she continued to be on his arm avoiding party guests and the like. He asked of her reason for the ball, it made her wonder if there were many that didn’t attend. The more she thought about it, she didn’t see much of the First Order, another mental note was filed away.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Oh you’re just a bonus. A good one at that.” The woman smiled and sighed slightly as she looked away from him and towards the crowd that was dancing. “I came this evening as a favor to my Father, he wished to have attended, but he’s sick. He wanted to make sure we were represented – especially now that the First Order has taken Atrisia in their influence.” Dae watched as the group of Kaine Zambrano and company move away from everyone. Notable figures were spotted and Dae raised an eyebrow. It was odd seeing the Mandalorians being close with the Sith – especially with their Civil War and previous out look on Force users, not to mention those that were loyal to the Mandalorian cause being seen else where and with those that were against the Sith Empire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Curious things indeed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Dae returned her attention to Vaulkhar and she smiled a finger making small circles on his bicep as she held on. “Seems we both need to make an appearance for our father’s sakes. I’m glad you were able to pull yourself away, he won’t be missing you?” She questioned and smiled happily towards the man.[/SIZE]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adara Raxis"]

Smiling as Fiolette led her out onto the dance floor, she certainly could agree that it was a lovely waltz. She was going to have to find a recording of this orchestra for her collection at Stormvale. She placed a hand within Fiolette's while the other went around her waist as they began to dance.

"I have to agree, it is such a lovely tune," she whispered back, her purple eyes glittering. She could spy little Adara dancing with the Warmaster, and other couples had taken to the floor. While others... well it wouldn't be a Sith party without some sort of plotting or other going on. The Dark Lord was not the only one with a familiar, although hers was currently nesting in the eaves. She didn't need it to know that tension was lying under the surface, but if anyone did something to ruin the night, like Vilaz and Australis fighting... it would be unpleasant.

"I didn't realize you knew how to dance," Taeli half-joked. "Galidraani custom hmm?"

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Their plans? Aunt you cannot possibly think that [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] is in on the Dark Lord’s deeper musings. Alvarex had as much revulsion as I did about an arranged courtship, it’s one of the reasons I went on that first ‘about town’ on Bastion. And months until we saw each other again on Vaynai.”

After helping [member="Lady Kay"] out of her gown, Yasha pressed her palms to her face, taking a towel from the display and dampening it with floral scented water in the powder room’s ablutions station. Ringing it out, she pressed the cloth to her cheeks, to cool herself down.

It barely effected her dazed grin.

“I know… I know nothing would make [member="Darth Carnifex"] happier… but he is not in control of my destiny. I will see Alvarex of my own free will, or I won’t. Rex will do the same.” Still, Yasha’s brow furrowed under the headplate holding her gold feathered headdress aloft.

“You’re nervous about him. I’ll admit you, above all people, have the right… and Dad’s not here, so… I’ll follow your lead. But once you spend time with Alvarex you will see him for who he is. An honourable man doing right by those round him… and a fantastic kisser.” Yasha slid her backside against the wall, landing on one of the two chaise longs in the mirrored section of the powder room. She knew deep down that the optics of her relationship with the Zambrano Prince gave a certain impression about her rule, and the position of Mandalore. To think that she could fall into affection for the man of her own free will, unencumbered by outside influence was yet to enter the minds of some. But now?

“I won’t go running off into the night, if that’s what you mean. I escorted you into the Ball, and I shall escort you out… but I would like to dance with him again. He is being a perfect gentleman. Maybe take a walk through the garden. I’ll be careful. Maybe take a dance with Adara... are your fears quelled?”

[member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Rowena Ewesa
Post 6
Attire: Short Black Dress
[member="Keira Cerdulan"]

A coy smile crossed Rowena's soft features upon hearing the pilot's confident response to her initial question. Her own handshake was demure and muted in comparison to the hardy one that she received from the possibly intoxicated blonde. She thought that she had sniffed alcohol on the woman's breath, but she could not be certain from the distance she currently standing. Perhaps it had been passive scent of alcohol from the people around her, or something else entirely.

"No, you haven't, unfortunately." Rowena replied calmly, although her long and pointed ears seemed to visibly twitch as she spoke. "My name is Rowena Ewesa, Flight Officer in the First Imperial Starfighter Corps." She continued, before releasing the handshake when she felt the blonde's grip slacken. "And you are?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Obviously, his allies of the Sith particularly [member="Taeli Raaf"], did not enjoy the threat he offered to Australis. He was not moved by the threat the Lady of Secrets made to him, thought he wouldn't consider it a threat but more of a warning. And if the former it would not impress him. Threats were nothing new to Vilaz, due to his life up this day he'd face those kinds of remarks from different kinds of people. Something that he would shrug off.

Nevertheless, he'd behave to honor his word to the Dark Lord, but the Concordian would not prevent from saying something so...radical in terms of threats if provoked.

Talk chit, get chit.

And he would remember the little ultimatum he sent for the Australis. Him and his kin would eventually be hung for all to see on Mandalore. A sight he imagined in his mind that only brought him a grin.

"Thank you, Carnifex. Working with you and the Empire certainly has been a great experience for me and my clan," the Munin replied back to the Dark Lord of the Sith, after his compliments of how Vilaz was an excellent asset to the Sith Empire. In truth, the Alor did enjoy the benefits of working with the Zambrano for almost a decade. Great pay and excellent treatment from the Sith Emperor that considered Vilaz a personal ally for the behemoth Epicanthix. After the events of the Red Coronation it was Kaine that offered the system of Echoy'la to his clan, as well as the Fetts and Vizslas. It all be under Mandalorian authority without any Sith-Imperial interference; just as long they didn't plan on staging some sort of attack of any kind.

Then came another Mandalorian that appeared to belong to the abomination of the Mandalorian Empire, considering he was dressed outside of proper beskar'gam and making interaction with Vilaz. The man certainly offended not only him, but the Dark Lord too when he offered him a dance. Clearly he was drunk just by observing him, and Vilaz would've probably take his hand if they weren't here as guests.

"I don't like being touched by your filth," the Concordian said to [member="Abel Australis"], right after Carnifex shared his own words for the man.

After that, his attention went to his ally. "If you'll excuse us, old friend, we'll be getting something to drink. I wonder if you do have some tihaar to spare around."

[member="Briika Munin"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Irella Vizsla"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Tamara Wren"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"]​