The Great Dachi [Chiss Ascendancy]

[Sila]

The date was set.

All across Csilla, activity was beginning to grow. Chiss all over were preparing for the momentous day that had come. Everyone who is anyone prepared their finest silks and threads and were getting ready for a night that would be remembered for many centuries to come. House Dachi had invited the most influential, the most prestigious, the most affluent members of the Chiss Ascendancy to celebrate the revival of their beloved Ascendancy. It was a time for merriment, joy, and progress. The Chiss Ascendancy had returned and House Dachi wanted the galaxy to know it.

The House Palace was being fully decorated for the occasion in the most extravagant ways possible. It was truly a sight to behold. Everything was done with extra precision and care as Marina dictated it to be. She would have no mistakes or mishaps to occur on her peoples' night. It was a night for them more than anything. She would die before letting it be ruined, but she would kill the one who ruined it first.

The kitchens of the House Palace were alive with activity as cooks were moving nonstop to prepare the meals for the night. To walk through the kitchens is to bless all your senses with the wonderful delicacies that are being prepared. Marina had hand picked the selected wines and drinks for the night, only choosing the finest of beverages for her people. Food from all over the galaxy was to be served tonight to please all of the palettes that would be celebrating at House Palace. Nothing was too good for them.

The band was tuning up their instruments. It was going to be a long night and they were fully prepared to keep the music going for the entirety of it. Good music was a staple of any celebration, but great music was a part of any Chiss celebration.

The front doors would open soon. Many were awaiting at the gates to be let in to enjoy the coming festivities.

No one would forget this night.

[member="Brae"] | [member="Thorne"] | [member="Ceninvo"] | [member="Anessa"] | [member="Naga"] | [member="[/FONT][FONT=georgia]Mitth'rae'leios"]​

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

CSILLA​

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Underground warren tunnels near Palace Dachi​

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Sometimes a walk cleared the mind.

Trudging along in his military uniform, heavy insulated coat over the pristine black-and-burgundy outfit, Mitth'orn'eruod mused at the situation. The commotion caused by the celebratory function was surprising, with a number of Houses and bloodlines seemingly invited that otherwise wouldn't have attended such an extravagant gala. Included in this number was House Mitth, which had suffered a disappointing number of social setbacks due to past family member actions and opinions; with perhaps the most well-known being Mitth'raw'nuruodo, known more commonly to the galaxy as Grand Admiral Thrawn, of the Empire.

Numerous speeders moved past the lone individual, some appearing to be headed in the same direction - if at a quicker kip. Nonetheless, Mitth'orn'eruod maintained his pace, bright red eyes staring hard at the duracrete beneath his boots, seeming to penetrate through as he pondered. From what the older members of House Mitth said, there had been continued efforts to bring the bloodline back from the sorry state it had been in, and the young Chiss was no exception to that effort; as being in his early twenties, Mitth'orn'eruod had already assisted with numerous engineering projects, and had attained the rank of Commander within the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet.

Still, one sentient's effort is not enough to undo the tarnish on our House, Mitth'orn'eruod thought to himself, a hint of resentment entering his thoughts.

Other members of House Mitth were known to also be doing their parts, performing beyond expectations, with the sole focus of reclaiming a position as a Ruling House once more. Sadly, within a society and culture that was so honor-bound, and prone to remembering every slight for their own advantage, such an endeavor had been long and arduous. Yet, clearly some headway had been made, as representatives of House Mitth were invited to attend the gathering of Ruling Houses, hosted by none other than House Dachi.

House Dachi was, by far, an extravagant house, prone to large displays of power and opulence. Mitth'orn'eruod suspected that tonight there would be no expense spared, in order to firmly reaffirm that House Dachi held a lot of the social power and influence on Csilla. Whether such continued gestures were wise, remained to be seen, as the Chiss were a people that believed in the whole, in their social oligarchy, and a single Ruling House claiming too much power was setting itself up for reprisal - especially by other Ruling Houses that felt slighted. Still, such actions would undoubtedly be subtle, legal and ultimately a long time in coming... but still, willingly placing such a target on ones back defied conventional means of solidifying a Houses power.

But, Mitth'orn'eruod was one of the members of fallen House Mitth. What did he know?

Before he knew it, Mitth'orn'eruod had arrived at the large estate. He heard the low conversations, the throngs of Chiss all dressed in their finery, before he looked up to see them. It was a considerable crowd, filled with a sea of unfamiliar faces, though there were the odd individuals Mitth'orn'eruod knew. Most of those gathered were from higher stations, insofar as House reputation, which meant that the young Chiss remained toward the back of the group. Certainly, given his rank of Commander, Mitth'orn'eruod could have warranted a more esteemed place in the line, but there were some battles worth losing, for the victory in the bigger war.

Make an appearance, shake some hands, don't react to the slurs of the House, Mitth'orn'eruod thought to himself. This is an opportunity. Seize it.

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[member="Marina Dachi"] | [member="Brae"] | [member="Ceninvo"] | [member="Anessa"] | [member="Naga"] | [member="Mitth'rae'leios"]​

 

[Myra]

Brae was quietly trecking through the subterranean pathways within the city, scowling at her datapad as even now she works diligently, looking over contracts, potential dealings, and personnel reports to better further APEX and Guardian Inc. She has a fur cloak hanging loosely around her shoulders and opens in the front, which shows off her crimson dress which clings loosely to her form, jewelry adorns her neck and wrists, symbols of what House Theyiri can bring to the Ascendancy. Although she was not here to propagate the will and potential of her own fledgling house. Instead, she was here to cozy up personally to those who were in control, house Dachi.

The sudden rise of house Dachi was well underway when she returned to the Ascendancy, although she knew little of Chiss politics at the time. She was a military woman, controlled by ambition and the will to thrive. So this ball, as well as this dress and jewelry was certainly uncomfortable. She fidgeted with a bracelet between typing on the datapad as she trudges down the pathways. She pays little heed to others around her, especially the speeders or ships overhead, too engrossed in her work.

She arrives to the estate, sighing in frustration as she realizes she knows no one here. Yet, she trudges into the heart of the party, shedding her coat and hanging it on one of the many coat-racks. Before crossing her arms and heading into the chattering hoard of nameless faces to find any sort of food or drink.

[member="Thorne"] [member="Ceninvo"] [member="Anessa"] [member="Naga"] [member="Marina Dachi"]

 

[Ceninvo]

Ceninvo had never been one for parties, or for any sort of extravagance, for that matter. Still, he was forced to admit that it served a purpose.

House Dachi needed to consolidate its power, especially since it seemed to intend to rule supreme amongst all the ruling families, a decision that would no doubt enrage many of them. In truth, he cared little for such matters, nor politics in general. The well-being of House Drec was important to him, of course, but his training with the Viziters had ingrained a sense of duty to all Chiss, not any one House. The Chiss force users were still distrusted by many and could not afford to be seen as favouring any one house at the expense of the whole. Especially someone as high up in the hierarchy as himself.

It was for that reason he was currently making his way to the Dachi House Palace. It was for that reason that his uniform, while immaculate, was purely black and bore little in the way of ornament. The Viziters needed to appear neutral. They needed to appear loyal. They needed to elevate themselves above distrust. For that reason, he would make an appearance today, as would many of his fellow Exarchs and a number of Adepts. Granted, not all made the same amount of effort as he did to appear neutral, but they were all highly trained and extremely disciplined. He was confident there would be no slip-ups. Not today.

Arriving at the expansive estate from the subterranean tunnels, he made his way into the sea of finely dressed Chiss. His face displayed little in the way of emotion as he scanned the crowd for people he recognised. He had made a point of memorizing a number of individuals which it might be beneficial to be seen talking to, and he would be careful to balance the houses of those he spoke to. When it came to Ceninvo's actions, everything was planned ahead of time. Everything was intended to slowly but inexorably eliminate the distrust towards the Viziters. Yes, he was confident there would be no slip-ups. He had planned too well for that.

[member="Marina Dachi"] - [member="Thorne"] - [member="Brae"]

 

[Sila]

Marina descended the main stairwell, wearing her signature gown made for such high profile situations such as the one at hand. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, the announcer walked up to Marina to greet her.

"Good evening, madam. The festivities are prepared to begin upon your word."

"Excellent. Are my guests at the gate?"

"Yes, ma'am. They eagerly await to bask in the greatness that is the House Palace and the party you hav eplanned out."

"Then, let my people in."

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Moments later, the front gates to the House Palace would open followed by the front doors of the House Palace. The party had commenced and it would be a certainly eventful night to say the least. Once the first few patrons of the party walked through the door, the band began playing high tempo, lively music to get things started, the food was brought out filling the air with it's delicious aroma, and the announcer would annoucne the name of those who'd walk through the door along with any and all of their important titles.

Party time.

[member="Ceninvo"] | [member="Brae"] | [member="Thorne"]​

 

[Thadrinn]

Stood off to one side, huddled in a slightly too big, black overcoat, Thadrinn nearly merged with the shadows that he surrounded himself with as he glared at the mingling crowds gathered outside of the gates of House Dachi's Palace, his crimson eyes glittering heatedly as the smoldering butt of a nearly fully burnt out cigarette hung from his lips. The odd look that he garnered were soon tarnished by disdain as the appearance of a rather shabby overcoat over top of his military uniform and the sight of his dreadlocked hair, slouched posture and the cigarette registered with those that looked his way before turning their noses up and return to their conversations. In response to every hint of disdain directed his way, Thadrinn only smirked all the deeper around the butt of the cigarette, twisting the scar on his cheek all the more as he reveled in the disgust.

What strife had these scum known? Every position that they held had been earned through their own merit as was the Chiss way, yes, but, how many of them had had to perform and excel with the weight of a disgraced Family holding them back, pushing them down should they let their guards falter for but a moment? None, he was sure. And, thus, to him they were weak. Without the stress of knowing that it was the job of you and your kin to constantly be perfect in every way so as to continue the work of your parents and their parents in earning back the respect your Family had been robbed off, without the strain that that placed upon a child as they sort to find their way in a world, their souls were weak. Treated within the fires of experience and work they may be, but without the tempering of having to help clean your Family name they were untempered and brittle.

Grunting to himself as the last of the cigarette ran out, Thadrinn casually tossed the butt aside and reached into his overcoat for another as well as his lighter and, in soon order whispers of smoke were curling from the corners of his mouth and drifting up into the air to form to dance among the lights of the Palace. In the end, he supposed, he would have to act like that smoke tonight. Malleable and shaped by the wind into a variety of contortions as he presented mask after mask to mask to the gathered masses, bending over hands and buying favours with wits and cunning in the effort to help House Mitth while still, fundamentally, beneath the surface, remaining true to himself. Smoke shaped by the wind was, after all, still smoke in the end, just smoke pushed into different shapes. It would not do for him to jeopardise the efforts of his kin. It may not take one man to raise them up but it certainly took one man to bring them down.

Slowly House Mitth had been clawing their way back to power and prestige, many of them seeking to do so through the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet, playing off of the respect that role garnered and the close bonds that naturally formed between those that went through Boot Camp together and served together. Thadrinn himself currently held the rank of Lieutenant within the CEDF, his current work more directed towards spec-ops within the frame of the Commandos than his advancement within the navy.

However, he had attended the Ball that House Dachi was using to promote themselves with those that stood in greater rank within the Navy than himself. The majority of the group had mingled into crowd already, leaving Thadrinn alone to keep watch for the absent member of their group that had chosen to work of the frustrations that had boiled by walking instead of journeying the full way in the speeder with them. Finally, the uniform clad form of Mitth'orn'eluod stepped into the light cast outside of the Palace gates. Pushing himself forwards, cigarette still between his lips and hands shoved deep into the pockets of his overcoat, Mitth'adrin'nvtae cast a quick look at his kinsman out the corner of his eyes as he fell into step with him.

"Mitth'orn'eruod." The name was uttered under his breath in greeting before Thadrinn's voice raised slightly, not enough to be overheard by the passing Chiss but enough that it was clear when he shifted from informal to slightly more formal as they grew closer to the crowd. "The walk help any, Commander? Ready to spend the night begging and scraping like some common dog now?" His voice was kept low and quiet, for Thorne's ears only, a bitterness that did not show in his features tinging his words. "Rest of them have already gone ahead and started. Nominated me to keep an eye out for you." Exhaling a long breathe of smoke, Thadrinn smirked at the scoff that reached his ears. He didn't feel the need to turn to see if that had come from his kinsman or from one of the crowd, as, either way, the scoff was a balm to his bitterness.

"Reckon this show will start soon? No point in freezing our bollocks off." Immediately after Thadrinn had spoken the gates swung open and the first names were announced. "Huh, what do you know, maybe I do have some Force in me after all?" Turning, Thadrinn smirked at Thorne as the pair fell into line.


[member="Thorne"] | [member="Marina"] | [member="Ceninvo"] | [member="Brae"]