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CORUSCANT, SENATE EVENT CENTER
EVENING
The venue was at the very base of a tall tower.EVENING
Not at the very top, like many of it's kind would be gathered. Bright lights and beautiful waltzing music leaked out of the ground floor of a skyscraper, coloring the side of the domed Senate Building with a warm glow. Beautiful red curtains and carpets were rolled out, and large candelabras had been put on display around a luxurious ballroom, creating a palate of crimson and gold.
Folks of all kinds and dispositions entered dressed to the nines, wearing ostentatious suitcoats and blazers, dresses and capes flowing around the feet like a river. But the most striking feature of the guests were the masks. Most only covered the eyes, lacing the cheeks and bridge of the nose with unexpected color, while others covered the entire face, or jutted out at the nose, or erupted with the plumes of strange birds.
Attendants wearing simple brass face coverings and carrying ornate bronze bowls maneuvered their way around the ball. The masked patrons paused their merriment to drop credits or slips of paper into the bowls, before continuing to make merry, enjoying the fully-stocked bar, or taking a spin with a partner on the dance floor.
Despite the comforts of anonymity, Alicio did not feel all that comfortable.
The nobleman stood next to the entrance of the ballroom, frowning deeply behind his golden mask. He wore simple clothes, given the venue; black coat with golden buttons, under a dark cape that billowed at his boots. A strange addition to his ensemble, that any would realize if they could recognize him, was the black cane at his side, which he held with white knuckles.
The last gala he had been to had been scarring, to say the least. In response, this party, created to accrue donations to the Alliance war effort, had been made a masquerade, to protect the identities of the patrons. Many didn't take it seriously, there was only so much a domino mask could do for an Ithorian after all, but at least everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Everyone except for the Count, of course.
Alicio couldn't get the images of the last party out of his mind. He looked over his shoulder constantly. wondering if any of the people he talked to could pull a blaster on him. He clutched the hilt of his cane, looking for the crystal inside for comfort. It sang to him in deep tones, but offered no peace of mind.
What good was a lightsaber if he didn't know how to wield it?
- Valery Noble -