Faction The Gala [RTL + Friends]

[Ariel Yvarro]

IMPERIAL + DIPLOMACY
RIMWARD TRADE LEAGUE
S E S W E N N A

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The New Hope Foundation was a relatively new non-profit, started up by Ariel Yvarro. Funding was provided by several anonymous donors as well as private equity funds. The idea was to help boost the Rimward Trade League's efforts throughout the Outer Rim. This evening's gala in Motti City was not only put on a show of what such wealth could do but to further invite investors to come and put their credits with the Rimward Trade League through the New Hope Foundation. An example of efforts would be the improved RTL presence within Kirdo, Andelm, and Karazak after having more or less dealt with the Eclipse for the time being. As luck would have it, Motti City was named for an Imperial and had held onto Imperial influences from Eriadu and indeed from when Sieger Ren's First Order ruled both the Unknown Regions and the Outer Rim with an iron fist.

Thankfully, Motti City had become slightly less conservative and was truly living in what many considered the "Roaring Era" or perhaps a Golden Age as some were more than eager to call it. Whatever the case may be, Ariel was happy to have found like-minded companions, who were both happy to see the CIS gone and hoped that one day the Rimward Trade League might just look their way. The Crown Star Hotel happened to be part of GCG Crown Resorts a subsidiary of her family's company, thus making the decision to host the event here at the hotel that much easier. Ariel's goals tonight were not just to bring some much-needed investment and attention to the RTL's efforts, but to help them court outside corporations who may be interested in standardizing things like starfighters, weapons, starships, armor, and the like.

All the things that most centralized governments seem to take for granted, and such investments would be of great aid to the RTL and their hopes to keep the likes of the Maw, Sith, and Imperials away from the region. Ariel pulled a gorgeous, silk shawl over her shoulders as she departed the fanciful speeder and headed into the hotel. The Motti City press and varying news agencies had gathered, taking photographs, videos, and whatever other snapshots they could of guests as they arrived. Knowing that perhaps not all members of the RTL would crave such attention. Ariel arranged more private arrivals at the rear of the hotel, making sure staff would escort their esteemed guests straight into the gala. After all, tonight was a night of celebration, the war in the core had ended with a victory for those Alliance-loving friends and their allies, and the Rimward Trade League had just driven out slaver scum from their borders.

Ariel opened the evening's gala beyond the RTL and included friends in the Core. From the hotel's entry, the Dosuunian-raised Galidraani made her way toward the vestibule where many mingled and took champagne flutes from their hovering trays. From here there were a few choices, one could go straight into the ballroom to dance the night away, or there were places like the hotel's bar or perhaps the rooftop lounge that offered drinks and relaxation away from the noise of the electro-band. Then there were the hotel gardens that offered a more private and romantic getaway for those who desired it, and then there were the conference rooms for corporations and governments to make their deals. Not forgetting members of the Rimward Jedi Coalition, a special meditation room had been provided so that Force users could take a break and relax in area all their own. A Mephout, New Laveau Jazz Band had been hired on for the evening and as Ariel entered the ballroom they were doing a splendid job of creating a rather upbeat atmosphere that was sure to keep the party going.

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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami had been invited to this gala by Ariel, to make an appearance for some reason or another. He wasn't a fan of fancy gatherings and never had been. He always stuck out at these places since he was underdressed since he didn't own anything that would be considered, 'nice' enough for a black tie setting. Then again most times he had been called on to attend these events it had been as someone behind the scenes where his state of dress wouldn't draw attention to him or if it did, it was easy to write off due to his penchant for overindulging in alcohol and other fine spirits.

He had talked to Ariel about this issue upon receiving the invite, and told her that he was not going to be showing up in his normal attire, but that he didn't have a great many options either. This was true, he wore a short sleeved dark tan button up shirt with the collar unbuttoned, black slacks that displayed his first class bloodstripes, and a pair of black boots polished to a high shine. Granted, it was more casual that most would be, but it was a sight better than he normally managed. Still he slid his flask into his left pocket and made his way to the speeder.

He kept his eyes closed on the ride to the gala letting the Force flow through him, centering himself as the speeder slowed and came to a stop at the entrance to the event. Plastering on his signature smirk he turned and waved to a couple of the photographers before walking into the vestibule, looking to find the hostess of the evening, picking up a glass of champagne as he passed on of the hover trays. Upon picking Ariel out of the slowly gathering crowd, he made his way over and bowed his head as he raised his glass. "Well you got quite the setup here Ariel. Even managed to get me to dress up a bit, so good on ya. I can only hope that tonight not only meets, but far exceeds your hopes in terms of what you wish for it to achieve."

Ariel Yvarro ​

 

[Rhiza Dural]

Location: Gala ballroom
Objective: Revelry
Tags: OPEN

Spoiler: Equipment and links

Personal Equipment

• White bladed dual phase light saber
• Electro-whip
• Riftblade
• Viper mk1 skinsuit
• Ashlan Rosary
• Energy Bolas
• throwing shuriken
• Sairenro Shuriken pistol
• Empyrean Gland
• Morðingja-class Personal Cloaking Device

Starships

• Oubliette class transport
• Sciss class stealth fighter
• Ballerina Interceptor mk ii

A gala ball? This was a treat, the Zygerrian Jedi master thought to herself as she walked elegantly through the halls of the hotel in her equisite blue dress that showed off her long legs. This place reminded her a little of home, if she could call it that any more. As much as she regretted a lot of aspects of that old life, there was certain things that she missed, the opulence and the granduer of celebration there was top of the lost. And yet, here she was, on a far away planet, at a charity ball, surrounded by politicians and other well wishers as a representative of the Rimward Jedi Council.

Rhiza herself was moderately wealthy, she had been rich once, but had given most of it up, only keeping enough to make her new life go as smoothly as could be. She would be donating tonight once the oppurtunity arose.

A young serving woman brought a tray of drinks to her and she gently selected one of the gorgeous long stemmed champagne flutes before leaning against a nearby pillar to watch the revellers. "Its been too long since I danced." she said to nobody in particular. Her old apprentice, Eleri was also here, but had made friends amongst the other newly knighted jedi and was working that Zeltron charm to find herself a mate, she didn't see the eagerness herself. Rhiza had been married, what had it gotten her, eleven years of abuse, a slave empire that made her sick and a son that was better off for being taken from her. She smirked, she had to admit she was a little lonely sometimes, but that attachment, that decree if belonging to another person, that was behind her.

Her hop gently rocked to the music as her body urged her to go and dance, she started gently stroking her cheekbone and jawline with her fingernails, a subconscious move that even Rhiza did not notice, but that on Zygerria would be a clear indication to potential suitors that she was receptive.

 

[Valery Noble]

Seswenna

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Outfit: Dress
Appearance: Link
Tag: Kahlil Noble Kel Se'Taav

"This is a nice change of pace from all the fighting, hm?" Valery asked as she held onto her husband's arm while they entered the building, and began making their way up to the rooftop lounge. This was a day to not worry about duty too much, but she had still contacted an old friend — Kel Se'Taav — so she could introduce Kahlil to him. He was working for the RTL these days, and she valued a strong relationship between allies.

What better way to maintain it, than spending some off-duty time together as well?

Careful not to trip on her heels, Valery walked up the steps and gently leaned into him, a smile taking over as she looked around and was able to actually admire how beautiful this place was. During times of war, her mind was often too distracted by upcoming battles or people she needed to help.

Now, she felt relief.

"The senator and I met a while ago, and he was one of few in the senate who very openly supported the Jedi. I think you'll like him, too," she chuckled and pulled him inside the lounge, where she started looking around for the Bothan.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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T H E_G A L A

FINAL DAWN
SESWENNA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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The last time Sularen had visited the Seswenna Sector he had suffered one of the worst humiliations in his lifetime, having been insulted by the self-proclaimed High Moff of Eriadu, Vandar Tarkin and the enigmatic Criminal Kingpin only known as the Governor before subsequently losing an arm when Kyrel Ren himself intervened. He came to Eriadu to gain the support of Tarkin's resurgent Eriadu Authority against the Galactic Alliance in order to open a new front against them in the South, but left defeated and humiliated as Tarkin conspired with another rival of Sularen, an Imperial Moff by the name of Julius Haskler to humiliate him before Kyrel Ren showed up and forced him to leave.

It was one of the most painful memories that lingered in Sularen's mind, a reminder of why he joined the Maw in the first place, to eradicate those who wronged him once and for all and forcibly reshape the Core Worlds in his image, to create a more tolerant society that would learn to compromise and cooperate rather then remain intransigent and belligerent as they were now. To succeed where everyone had told him he would fail. But now, he was back where he started, the Maw was no more and all Sularen had accomplished throughout the Second Great Hyperspace War was the restoration of his former powerbase, rising to new heights of power but left in a tenuous situation, cornered by hostile nations that sought to undo everything he had worked hard to create.

Shortly after his visit to Sharb, Sularen had been informed by his subordinate Director-Admiral Dorian Sevenar of a ball hosted by a former First-Imperial Grand Moff by the name of Ariel Yvarro, held on Seswenna, a world in which the Final Dawn had an active presence on through it's Shipyards in orbit. Normally, Sularen would simply have Sevenar send an agent to keep an eyes on things, but upon learning that high-profile individuals from the Rimward Trade League would attend, the High Regent resolved to partake at the ball himself, determined to remind them of their presence and of their persistence in the wake of Exegol. The Galactic Alliance had already been reminded of the might of the Final Dawn and if they were smart enough they would steer clear of their territories for the time being, but the Rimward Trade League had yet to learn that lession.

Sularen was certain that they would take action against the Final Dawn sooner or later and it was imperative that they were ready for when that time came, but until then he would remind them that the Final Dawn was still an active force and atleast present the opportunity for a more diplomatic solution which would benefit Sularen. While he still had unfinished business with various groups across the area as long as he could keep the Rimward Trade League at bay he would be able to deal with them without interference and withdraw from the Trailing Sectors with his assets intact and the sooner he could accomplish this, the sooner he could get rid of his entanglements in the region for good.

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A Trio of small Battlecruisers belonging to the Final Dawn emerged from hyperspace arriving in proximity to Seswenna, near the Final Dawn's Shipyards in orbit, marking the arrival of the Final Dawn. Only shortly after the arrival of the three mighty warships, a fourth larger battlecruiser emerged from hyperspace, the FDS Predator, flagship of the High Regent, Marlon Sularen. While Sularen was here on a diplomatic mission he did not shy away from making use of grandiose displays of power as a means of reminding those who were against him that cooperation and compromise was much preferable then war.

A single Shuttle then emerged from the ventral hangars of the Predator headed straight for Motti City, a Progressive Imperial that had been enjoying it's own Golden Age recently. It would really be a shame if war came to Seswenna should the Rimward Trade League decide to take action against the Final Dawn. He already gave his subordinate orders to implement scorched earth policies on the worlds in which the Final Dawn had a presence on within the Trailing Sectors, to force the Rimward Trade League to allocate resources towards their recovery while his forces safely withdrew outside their reach. Regardless only time would tell whether such drastic measures would be necessary or not.

Eventually, Sularen's Shuttle would come to rest at a landing pad near the Hotel where the bar was held with the High Regent proceeding to emerge from it, accompanied by a pair of Raptor Commandos, often utilized as his personal bodyguards and his trusted aide, Colonel Rackham. As they descended the ramps of the Shuttle, Rackham proceeded to speak to Sularen. "Sir, are you sure this is a good idea? By partaking in this gala you are putting yourself in the crosshairs of various groups of interest that seek your demise. Not to mention we could face a repeat of what happened last time you ventured in these places" Rackham said.

"I am fully aware of that risk, Colonel. But like i said before, our survival depends on our abilities to keep our enemies at a safe distance from our operations. Plus with that piece of shit Kyrel Ren now dead, i have no restraints, no shackles. I have an entire fleet in orbit, ready to lay waste to the surface if anyone dares to threaten my well being." Sularen proclaimed. He wasn't taking any chances this time, especially after what happened at Eriadu. He would make sure that his rise to power would remain unchallenged, one way or another regardless of the means.

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Tags | OPEN​

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[Ariel Yvarro]

OOC Disclaimer: This is a social thread, do not derail with violence of any sort, whatsoever.

IMPERIAL + DIPLOMACY
RIMWARD TRADE LEAGUE
S E S W E N N A

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"Thank you, Mr. Bloodborn, I appreciate it." Ariel gave him a respectful nod and raised her own fluted glass of champagne to match his. "My sincerest hope is that investors will gather and indeed see that the Rimward Trade League is good for the betterment of the Outer Rim." As for getting Kurayami dressed up, "well, you do clean up rather nicely, Mr. Bloodborn and I appreciate you doing so, greatly." As much as Ariel would have loved to have chatted with Mr. Bloodborn. A soft and rather disappointed sigh preceded her statement, "and as wonderful as it would be to talk with you all night, I must go about my rounds."

Departing the Corellian's company, Ariel moved about the ballroom heading back toward the vestibule so she could go about and mingle with all the guests. Her oldest daughter Ivalyn found her there in the vestibule, "Ivalyn, darling." Greeted Ariel with a maternal kiss atop her daughter's forehead. "How are you and where is your sister?"

"I am well, and Zola is in the powder room. I'm about to go back and get her."

Before Ivalyn could get another word in, Ariel moved Ivalyn's shawl that had until that point hung around the girl's arms. She fixed the shawl so it sat on her daughter's shoulders where it belonged. "Leave your shawl there," said in a tone that absolutely meant every word. Ivalyn would have protested but this was not the place to do so and instead she only agreed with her mother. "Go get your sister and then I only ask that the two of you stay within Mr. Bloodborn's vision."

Ariel knew Ivalyn would want to roll her eyes, the Balance only knew that that was exactly what she would have done at her age. Having sent Ivalyn off to get Zola, the former Grand Moff headed for the lift so she could head up to the rooftop lounge. It was not only the coolest place at the venue as far as air temperatures went, but it also held the best alcohol and the only spot there at the party that would hold anything resembling Dosuunian Bourbon.

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Exiting the lift, Ariel adjusted her own shawl and was approached by one of the waiters. "Dosuunian IX, please," requested the brunette who then took a deep breath and exhaled. As she stepped forward, the Galidraani surveyed her surroundings and spotted a rather familiar Bothan mingling with guests she didn't know directly, but certainly knew of. She took the small glass of bourbon with her as she made her way toward the trio.

Kel Se'Taav | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | Kurayami Bloodborn


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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

"I speak only to what I see, and if such a grandiose display cannot convince investors that the League is indeed here for the development and betterment of the rim, then I truly wonder what it would take to do so. Of course I suppose those who are used to such displays may find them to be a bit more hollow than myself. I never really attended many as a guest." He chuckled slightly at Ariel's compliment, taking a sip of his champagne as she spoke. "You are quite welcome, Ms Yvarro, and thank you for the kind words." The disappointment was rather well masked in her tone, however the sight that preceded her statement was not nearly as much so. "I understand that you must take your leave and go mingle as your status of hostess requires."

With that she took her leave and made her way back towards the vestibule to greet guests as they arrived. Or maybe not? Ivalyn, her elder daughter caught up with her and was apparent given some sort of talking to, though what about other than the state of her shawl he wasn't entirely sure and that much he could only figure out given the way her mother adjusted it before addressing her again. Sipping again at his champagne, he laughed once again at the sight. Finishing off his first drink, he set it down on a nearby tray, and picked up a glass of water. He would likely find time to wander later but for now, would remain here, but wouldn't say no to any who wished to visit him for the time being. As of now, he was unaware that he had been assigned to watch the two youngsters, but that was soon to change for sure.

 

[A'Runda]

Location: Gala Ballroom
Objective: Meet and Greet
Tags: Rhiza Dural

Given his background the former tribesmen has been to a considerable number of Galas and similar social events. Likely so much so that he thought they were more common than for people across the galaxy than they really were. Also surprisingly he was rather wealthy from his time way back in the CIS. He made considerable credits back then, but lived such a frugal lifestyle he hardly ever spent his cash. Never really knowing what to do with it, he utilized the aid of a Neimoidan finance consultant to sort of take the reins of his finances. His wealth being used to make more wealth behind the scenes, the world of economics was more confusing, abstract and mystical than anything The Force could hope to compare too.

With the Maw defeated and a wide scale peace seemingly in the horizon, A’Runda
wanted to be a part of the wider galaxy again, not just by engaging in a one man war on the fringes of Maw space along the unknown regions. Hearing of a rather altruistic faction in the outerim, where his homeworld resided, the former tusken thought it best to look into. Catching word of a Gala for curious investors to look into. Calling up his greenish friend on Cato Nemoidia to let him know to throw some credits towards the Rimward Trade League. His consultant recommended against it but A’Runda was determined to show some support to the faction, investing as an anonymous donor.

At the Gala he stood in the ballroom, the warm light shining through the windows. Dressed up in a decent brown suit his medium length wavy hair was slicked back, and over his face was a dark mask. One that was more showy for the setting. Having heard something about many balls and galas where the guests wore masks. However this didn’t seem to be that kind of gala. But A”Runda didn't really mind, he always liked covering up to the best of his ability, and not really showing off much skin at all. Plus it kinda went with the anonymous donor roll he was playing for the evening.

There sensed a number of other Force Sensitives around, which wasn’t really odd, the RTL had their own sect of Jedi from his understanding, some of which might likely be here. This was a setting for him to sort of try and get his foot in the door with the League, even though it had been years since he’s been social like this. Thus he worried he may be at least a tad rusty. There a service worker offered what seemed to be champagne on a tray, but he simply shook his head and politely declined. He wasn’t really interested in any drinks at the moment, plus it would be hard with the mask over his face right now. Something caught his attention, the voice of a woman nearby, something about dancing. Looking over and around a pillar he saw a woman. A zagian? Zigaryan? Zegraian? He knew the name of her species was something like that but couldn’t remember exactly. She also had a pretty nice form fitting dress that showed off her legs. A’Runda was always rather bashful, yet he could respect someone who was seemingly so comfortable in their own skin. Something that was pretty sacrilege where he’s from.

Clearing his throat, he stepped a bit closer to the Zygerria woman around the pillar. “I think I understand what you mean, been a good while for myself too, and the upbeat tune makes it all the more tempting to join the others.” He mentioned, referring to the music playing. His eyes went a bit wide behind the hole in his mask to look out of. Fearing that his comment was out of place and a little random. “Sorry I uh, sorta overheard you mention you hadn't danced in a while as well.” He felt himself growing a bit more nervous. “Lovely dress by the way, reminds me of the ocean.” For the desert dweller, oceans were beautiful natural wonders. But he hoped the compliment wasn’t welcomed, and was feeling like he was socially rustier than he previously thought.

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[Lossa Aureus]

Equipment: Dress, Matching Clutch, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear
Tags: OPEN

Against her will, she was privy to a realization as Lossa found herself cornered in a chaise lounge to the side of the room. Listening to the prattling of one financially able young humanoid male.

Company kids had more credits than sense.

He'd been interesting at first. Decent looks with a mat of dark hair and a well groomed smile. But as her experience with the stranger on Kirdo had revealed.

Sometimes physical attraction could only mitigate so much of what lay beneath.

Even with emotional manipulation at her disposal, the young man had made it his goal for the evening to convince her to give up the jedi life. No amount of projected discomfort, or annoyance, of any sort seemed to deter his efforts.

If it wasn't for the slight giggles of other's, she might have thought he was just overly intrigued.

But she sensed a game was afoot.

The flute of champagne in her hand nearing empty as she continued to attempt some semblance of comfort. The verbal assault of pro's for his involvement in her life seeming to stretch onward without end.

Even if it seemed to only revolve around three of the same reasons painted in different ways.

"That's... That's lovely that you have a timeshare on... No. I don't want to see... Yes. That's a splendid view of the sunset." Her attempts to steer the conversation failing in every way

"You... No, I am not. But... I don't know that I... Top marks in... Oh how nice." The soft pink of her eyes having long fled as the deep crimson continued to flair up. The use of the force becoming more noticeable as the conversation drug on and centered around the Zeltron.

The effort of keeping from irritation enhanced by the calming presence of the force.

A quiet wonder as to how long that would last without-

She blinked at an idea that formed, faking a smile once more before her free hand let go of the clutch to rise to her left ear. Brushing a loose bit of hair back and removing the hearing aid in one motion.

Turning to the right, she got some relief from his grating voice with the now muffled sound.

The small cadre of company children varied in age. Most milling about in their carefully curated social circles while keeping an eye on her situation. Some with muted distaste visible on their faces.

A few with almost leering hatred. And even fewer with a great deal of amusement in their eyes.

The last batch of emotions sticking out in her mind as she began to formulate an idea for wiping it from their face. Only to mitigate the ongoing situation of course. And certainly not for her own enjoyment.

No, certainly not.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Vestibule
Objective: TBD
Tags: OPEN

It had happened again. Honestly, it was starting to become a thing and he should put some effort into fixing it, but doing so would take time away from other pursuits. Now that he thought about it though it would actually allocate time towards other pursuits...nope, rabbit hole.

In short, the Sephi worked too much. Give him an interesting project and he could easily become lost in it until completion, be that days or months later. When trying to balance Jedi and non-Jedi business this could be a problem. Technically speaking he was a member of the Rimward Trade League's Jedi branch, the Rimward Jedi Coalition, but he couldn't remember a single time that he'd collaborated with them or visited their temple. If they had a temple. That was fuzzy too. As far as what had been happening in the galaxy over the past few months? That'd been a crash course in the past two days that he was still mentally sifting through.

It didn't help that he was the company owner and assigned himself his own projects. This time it hadn't been so much interesting as necessity: top leadership had organized a restructure that needed to be completed. They'd planned it in broad sweeps from the top down, getting more detailed at each level, and believed the plan solid. A small group had decided to try and carve out their own niche and expand their influence however, which had snagged up other portions of the implementation. Instead of becoming minor powerhouses within the company the offenders had ended up excised entirely. It had taken significant investment to course correct but the efforts had succeeded and only minor wrap-up was left.

Upon surfacing from the endeavor, Audren's cousin had sent him on a business trip to one Seswenna, specifically the Crown Star Hotel in Motti City. Not alone of course, but she'd insisted he make a personal appearance at this event and as he read over the brief during the trip he could understand why. The briefing included overviews of recent events leading to the present to provide context. Most stunning was the sudden collapse of numerous galactic powers including the Silver Jedi Concord; though remnants remained they were no longer the sector-spanning authorities they once were. This gala they were en route to was to support the RTL on many fronts. It was a party for those who enjoyed parties, a conference for business dealings, a fundraiser, and much more. It hadn't slipped Korynn's attentions that all of this was being organized by the New Hope Foundation, a non-profit organization. Audren's own opinions of NGOs varied, but among other elements he recognized a certain risk in third parties collecting and organizing money for organizations: there was considerable room for graft.

During the trip, Korynn made sure he understood the need behind attending. Audren had been out of sight for months on end in both his duties as Jedi and business owner, and Ceredir and its brand names had likewise become less visible. The less visible a company, the less market share it commanded. That could easily become a death spiral if allowed...and that would not happen in this case. The Sephi was to make an appearance, have some discussions with various parties, and others would work through the specifics of any business interest.

The Sephi's yacht dropped from hyperspace and into orbital traffic patterns like most other ships. No weapons were visible, it showed clearly on sensors, and followed the air traffic instructions to the letter. Soon after touchdown a speeder left the hangar headed for the Crown Star Hotel. Audren exited at the hotel's main entry to allow various agencies their chance to capture the moment, while Korynn slipped in through one of the more private entrances. She was there solely for business, while he was there to be seen.

The Elfin Jedi definitely caught eyes with his chosen clothing. The finely-wrought formal robes were uniquely designed, managing to be both formal and functional simultaneously. A lightsaber hung at his right hip, silently proclaiming his status as a Jedi, and no other weapons were visible. His left bracer showed the occasional glint of technology, noted by the observant as a compact datapad.

The media was one of his most-detested duties so Audren had faced them first while his tolerances were still high, and was quite confident his distaste hadn't shown. Once through the gauntlet, the Jedi Master headed inside to deal with the real objectives he'd been given.

 

[Kel Se'Taav]

Location: Seswenna | Soundtrack: The Presidium | Uniform: X

“As I live and breathe!” Kel said with open arms as he walked to meet Valery Noble and her partner.

Life-partner, it would seem, by the way she hung on his arm. The Bothan hadn’t seen Master Noble beyond the confines of war (or its preparations), and found it incredibly humbling to see the Sword of the Jedi enjoying the evening as the hilt rather than the blade.

He offered the pair a formal bow, but soon followed with a firm handshake.

“Master Noble! It’s been far too long, my dear.”

“I hear you’re enjoying unequivocal success in the Galactic North. Victory against the mongrel Brotherhood! Bah, I do wish I’d been afforded the opportunity to be present for such a monumental triumph.”

His shoulders sank, but the bittersweet smile on his face hinted that he was proud of his own achievements since departing the Alliance. The Bothan kept them to himself, though, turning his focus to Kahlil Noble with great interest.

“Ah! Forgive me for prattling, Master. You must be the arist-shayl!” Kel said proudly, like an old uncle who was always a step behind on the family news.

He beckoned for them to follow, saying with a chuckle, “I’d offer you drinks, but it seems a colleague of mine has already managed to find us some!”

Kel nodded to Ariel Yvarro , waving her over to join them. The Bothan turned to lead them to a reserved table in a quieter section of the lounge, where old friends and new could relax without departing the gala entirely. As they made their way, Kel introduced his fellow Councilor.

“Nobles, this is Madame Ariel Yvarro. A colleague of mine in the League, and a shrewd one for sure.”

The Bothan gestured to the pair of Jedi, adding, “And this is Master Valery and Kahlil Noble. Sword and Shield of the New Jedi Order.”

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Tags: Valery Noble ; Kahlil Noble ; Ariel Yvarro ​

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* Arist-shayl ~ Beloved one; spouse

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"That's the hope, yeah."

Kahlil let out a sigh as he glanced to Valery. Gave her a brief smile. It was nice to get dressed up in a suit without, well, armor underneath. Not that he didn't have his Lightsaber, he'd always have that. But no armor, no need to be on edge. No violence. No massive fleet hovering overhead ready to unleash havoc. Just a simple, fun party.

"I trust your opinion. Politics still aren't my favorite, but.. Not everyone is bad, thankfully." Alicio Organa was a prime example of that. And pretty swiftly Kel Se'Taav was working his way there, too. He chuckled a little, nodding his head in greeting both to the Bantha and his colleague.

"I can't say I understood the word you used, but I think I've got an idea on it's meaning."

Valery Noble | Kel Se'Taav | Ariel Yvarro

 

[Valery Noble]

Seswenna

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Outfit: Dress
Appearance: Link
Tag: Kahlil Noble Kel Se'Taav Ariel Yvarro

"You know I don't like politics either. The last time I got remotely involved, someone tried to blow me up on a train." She paused, blinked, and unconsciously squeezed his arm a little more before she continued walking. She wanted this evening to be about more than politics — she considered Kel a friend, and even if there were things they possibly disagreed on, she knew that this evening could be without tension or hostilities.

It was an evening off with her husband, even though maintaining a good relationship with allies was also part of it all.

When Kel finally appeared, Valery smiled brightly and briefly let go of her husband's arm, so she could firmly shake the man's hand, "It's very good to see you again, and please, just Valery is alright." She chuckled and slipped her much smaller hand into Kahlil's while she continued to listen to him.

"Ah! Forgive me for prattling, Master. You must be the arist-shayl!"

Valery squeezed Kahlil's hand lightly and chuckled, "He's the one," she said lovingly before her eyes shifted to the woman who approached. Kel introduced her as a colleague, so she chose a more polite and formal greeting. She dipped her head and extended a hand. "A pleasure to meet you,"

 

[Elias Edo]

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Tags: A'Runda | Rhiza Dural
Objective 2: Ballroom
At the Crown Star Hotel on SESWENNA...

Elias tugged at his cuff links for perhaps the dozenth time, adjusting them again despite there being nothing out of place. KT-77 had told him as much, but his nerves wouldn't let him sit still for long. He hated formal attire, how restrictive and uncomfortable it was. Even the most sacred ceremonies on his homeworld lacked pleated pants and tucked shirts, favoring instead traditional robes or brilliantly crafted jewelry.

He sighed as he gave himself a final look over, then stepped off the Calypso with Katie in tow.

"How delightful, Master Edo!" the droid swooned, toddling along behind Elias. He flashed her a nervous smile.

"Indeed it is," he offered, trying to keep up the small talk. It was strangely soothing, having Katie with him. Elias had grown quite fond of her and often brought her along when he traveled. Even for a protocol droid, Dagobah's massive library must get boring after awhile.

"Are there other Jedi in attendance?" Katie asked, her blue eyes flickering as she spoke. Elias shrugged.

"I believe there's a few, but this is gala is hosted by our allies in the League. We're just here as a show of good faith on behalf of the Coalition."

A half-truth, but one Katie seemed to have missed. Honestly, Elias was here in hopes of running into the Coalition's spymaster, Rhiza Dural . She was the only one to see the trouble behind his eyes on Kazarak, but an opportunity to talk with her about it had failed to present itself. The gala seemed a good place to chat, its distance from Dagobah and the rest of the Council a small respite for the heaviness that he'd been carrying for nearly three years now.

"Master Edo?" Katie asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Are you alright, sir?"

Elias nodded, making an effort to soften his furrowed brows.

"Yes, Katie. I'm alright."

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[Ariel Yvarro]

OOC Disclaimer: This is a social thread, do not derail with violence of any sort, whatsoever.

IMPERIAL + DIPLOMACY
RIMWARD TRADE LEAGUE
S E S W E N N A

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Such lofty titles, Ariel thought to herself while internally amused she was sure the Galactic Alliance and their New Jedi Order had every reason to bestow such titles onto the couple. "The pleasure is mine, I am honored that the two of you could come so far." She returned their greetings in kind and motioned for a waiter to come toward the group. She whispered that the Nobles' tab would be taken care of by Primo Victorian, one of the sponsors of the gala. She was sure her sister Ryssa would be delighted to cover the expenses for the pair. "I hope you will find the evening a delight, and there are plenty of private spaces, should the two of you wish to get away and relax."

"Will the two of you be staying long on this side of the Outer Rim, I would love to be able to speak with you later on, perhaps in private," for if she could get to know a few prominent names in the Core. It would suit her goals all the better, she kept the bourbon in hand and took only the smallest and polite sips while in lofty company. "Se'Taav has been a delight to work with so far, I look forward to not only future endeavors but the overall betterment of the Outer Rim."

League security at the event was rather tight as evidenced by the guards there. Her own private fleet lurked around the system ensuring the peace was kept and that the VIPs here at the Crown Star would have a lovely evening. "Where are my manners, I must congratulate you two and the Galactic Alliance, on the victory." This Galactic Alliance was certainly a stronger lot than its predecessor and she supposed that was a good thing for the stability of the Core Worlds.

Kel Se'Taav | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble |


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[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Armorweave Suit and Tie (Navy Blue Suit Color, Pink Tie)

Armed With: Nathan's Lightsaber


Nathan stared at the suit Moya Virtu had taken the liberty of ordering him, resting on a mannequin in the center of the main office aboard the old space station they used. He had walked in with a small black cage

"A pink tie..." Nathan muttered, staring at her with a raised eyebrow. The office and a single deck had been fully restored aboard the derelict station they had been using, enough so that it could genuinely be used beyond the most basic planning of operations.

Moya folded her arms, smirking playfully.

"It's a nice color. Not too much of it..." Moya replied.

"Since when did you become my tailor?" He asked.

"I don't know how they did it in The Gulag Era, Nathan, but Jedi do have to dress as diplomats on occasion."

"It's unseemly, going to ballrooms. It's the exact thing I despised about Arianna..." Nathan explained. "Always dancing at those damned places while the Galaxy burned. I'm better off in the field."

"Consider it part of your therapy, then..." Moya replied smoothly. "How can you appreciate what you're fighting to defend unless you go and walk in one of the nicer places in the Galaxy?"

"Every second spent in a ballroom is a second not spent doing something productive." Nathan answered tersely.

"Getting your fellow Jedi used to your face is hardly the worst idea you could have." Moya replied back "You need a break, Nathan. Doctor's Orders. Especially after Exegol."

Nathan scowled at her.

"Alright..." he spoke in a sullen manner.

"But I still don't like the tie..."

"You'll live..." Moya replied. She glanced at the small black cage.

"What's that?" Moya asked.

Nathan opened the cage pulled out a gray furred baby rabbit. It sniffed at Moya eagerly.

Nathan said nothing as Moya took it, stunned.

"I..." Moya paused, clasping the rabbit.

"I got Holonet installed." Nathan spoke stoically. "Kick your feet up. Move the station closer to Epica's sun while I'm gone.

"What ship are you taking?" Moya asked, petting the baby rabbit.

"The Silverlark..." Nathan answered, folding the clothes up neatly, putting them in a special zipbag for suits before heading to the fridge and looking for the leftovers. He needed food. Even if it all tasted like wet paper to him.

He got the biggest shock in months when, after he bit off a portion of reheated leftover pizza, it tasted faintly like pizza.

He staggered back away from the slice in surprise. He could barely taste it. But he could taste it all the same.

Nathan hesitantly went over and took another bite...

Present...

Nathan walked to the hotel, deeply uncomfortable in the business suit. Save for the pink tie, everything about the suit was navy blue. Only his Lightsaber, rarely glimpsed outside of a combat setting, gave away he was something other than a businessman of some kind. It dangled from a clasp on his belt, already bearing signs of weathering and heavy use.

As he walked into the Lobby, he took in the sights, though they stirred no sense of wonder. It was all crude matter to him.

Nathan had taken a seat he had reserved beforehand. He refused any offered champagne, in case the enemy had slipped in and poisoned it. He had never, ever liked parties. Too many ambush routes. Everyone dressed to the nines. This would've gotten them all killed during the Plague. Even before the Plague, places like this had an unusual habit of turning sour when Jedi gathered. And he didn't want to hear jack fethin' chit about how this was one hundred percent friendly territory. Jedi Order had been taken apart in their own turf before, in places supposedly inaccessible to the enemy.

His stomach grumbled and he ate a granola bar he had brought with him. He barely tasted the sweetness. The crunching in his mouth barely registered. He saw the usual suspects filtering in...

Nathan didn't let himself get acclimated. He merely watched the others dance. The cheerful music was anathema to him...

Tags: OPEN

 

[Rhiza Dural]

Location: Gala ballroom
Objective: Revelry
Tags: OPEN

Spoiler: Equipment and links

Personal Equipment

• White bladed dual phase light saber
• Electro-whip
• Riftblade
• Viper mk1 skinsuit
• Ashlan Rosary
• Energy Bolas
• throwing shuriken
• Sairenro Shuriken pistol
• Empyrean Gland
• Morðingja-class Personal Cloaking Device

Starships

• Oubliette class transport
• Sciss class stealth fighter
• Ballerina Interceptor mk ii

As A'Runda moved round the column the Zygerrian was quickly taken out of her daydream and turned to face him. "Thank you, it was made be someone from a world with beautiful oceans, so maybe?" she tasted her drink and inspected the man in front of her, she didnt recognise him and a lot of his face was covered so he was a hard read, but she felt he had the force in him. "Rhiza, it has been a while yes, my last employers only danced rarely and I never really fit in well enough to be invited, but this, this is nice. Do you enjoy it?"

She felt another presence in the room, was it because he had been on her mind a little since the brief conection on Kazarak? Or something else? She looked across and saw Elias Edo . She waved her hand in a polite gesture as she saw the man walking nearby. "Master Edo, please, join us." she hadnt gotten the name of the man who had first approached her, but she hoped he would be forthcoming with that information in response to here.

"We were just discussing the time it has been since we each danced, how about you? Do you like to dance?" She asked her fellow council member.

 

[A'Runda]

Location: Gala Ballroom
Objective: Meet and Greet
Tags: Rhiza Dural | Elias Edo

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“Oh, yeah perhaps my comment wasn’t too off the mark.” A’Runda replied and smiled, though it was behind his mask. She said her name as well, Rhiza, certainly not one he was familiar with. The zygerrian asked if he enjoyed dancing, thinking about it for a short moment he gave a slight nod. “Yes, I think so, but back at home we never really danced much , generally it was only for special occasions.” He replied thinking back to the traditional tusken dances he got to partake in back on Tatooine.

Rhiza then seemed to take notice of another gentleman in the room. One she’d recognized and knew no doubt. Realizing he hadn’t yet shared his name he would speak to correct that. “Oh and where’s my manners, my name is A’Runda. New to the league, looking to take part in the anonymous donations for the gala.” Thinking about what he just said he added. “Haha, I suppose expressing that sort of ruins the point of anonymity though huh? Even then I was never very good with secrets.” He gave a slight chuckle with that last statement. It was true, the former tusken wasn’t much for secrecy, perhaps that was ironic considering he was hiding his face behind a mask at the moment.

Looking over to the Master Edo she called over and A'Runda seconded Rhiza’s statement. “Yep, it seems as though the joy of dance has been in short supply as of late.”

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami had taken his time to do a bit of people watching and decided that, for now at least he would move somewhere else. Where else was the question and that is what he was trying to decide on with some level of finality. It was hard to say where would be his favored place before ending up at the bar tonight, during his wandering though he figure he would start with the gardens, somewhere peaceful and out of the way. Where he could be alone with his thoughts and just sit and think for a bit.

Turning on his heel he made his way slowly out to the gardens, not wishing to draw attention to himself as he admired the architecture of the hotel while passing through on his way to the attached gardens. Upon walking into the gardens proper he smiled slightly at the feel of the cool air and the sights of the pristinely kept grounds around him, it was a beautiful night out on Seswenna. Taking a sip of his water, he took a dep breath and reached out through the Force, feeling the air of calm that permeated the city as a whole and though a few of the attendants nearby were tinged with feelings of a more negative light he didn't press to pin down what any of them were o to whom they belonged. He sighed, recentering himself and made his way to sit down on the edge of a nearby fountain.

Looking around, on the periphery of his vision he saw a small amount of movement. Two small figures, but as soon as he caught sight of them it seemed they were gone. He knew he wasn't drunk yet, he hadn't had all that much to drink so far tonight. Maybe a tinge of a Force vision of some sort? No, they were more recognizable than that, Ariel's kids? Maybe? But why? That was the real question...were they looking to prank him? If so then he would definitely have to be on guard

Ariel Yvarro​

 

[Elias Edo]

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Tags: A'Runda | Rhiza Dural
Objective 2: Ballroom
At the Crown Star Hotel on SESWENNA...

Rhiza caught his eye from across the room before she’d noticed him, her electric blue dress reminding him of the endless oceans of Genetia. A brief pang of homesickness struck his chest as she waved him over to join. Elias crossed the distance between them, trying to keep both his face and presence in the Force as air-tight as possible; He was beginning to doubt his desire to share what happened on Kazarak. The flashbacks that were ingrained into his mind, that taunted him when they assaulted the slaver base. They were too grotesque for a ballroom gala.

Now wasn’t the time, he decided.

“Master Dural,” Elias said warmly as he offered a bow. “It’s good to see you again.” He looked to the new face, what he could see of it anyway, and regarded the man with a kind nod. Elias generally felt uneasy about those who conceal their identity, but he could feel the Force in A'Runda . That, and the fact that Rhiza Dural would have strung him up by his ankles already if he were a threat, left Elias unconcerned.

“It’s a pleasure,” he offered the man before answering the inquiry.

“I used to dance quite often, although I’m afraid very few of our traditional dances would fit a ballroom setting.”

The Genetians enjoyed a number of dances, songs, and other performances, but nearly all of them were ceremonial and deeply exotic in comparison to the gentle hand-on-hip swaying that was the galactic standard. ‘Formal dancing’ was just as austere as the attire expected to accompany it. Elias tugged on his cuff link once again, just to prove his mental point. Still, he figured slipping a few moves from his youth into the swing dances couldn’t hurt. He could always lie and suggest it’s a strange Zygerrian jig he picked up from Rhiza. The internal jest made him let out a puffy chuckle.

“Master Edo?” KT asked, a note of intrigue in her synthetic voice. “I do believe that an Ithorian gentleman is in need of a translator. May I assist him?” Elias nodded amusedly, offering the droid a warm smile.

“Of course, Katie. We’ll be here, chatting-” he flashed a suggestive eyebrow raise to his friends, “or perhaps dancing?”

Katie toddled off to lend her linguistic support, leaving the trio to their organic devices. Elias looked to A’Runda with interest.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what brings you to Seswenna?”

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