The Miss Galaxy Pageant, sponsored by the Techno Union (PM for invite)

[Tmoxin Temi]

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Location: The Golden Nautolan on Nar Shaddaa​

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A long, red carpet was unfurled outside of the Golden Nautolan. Black luxury speeders hovered around, depositing guests, judges and contestants near the entrance to either walk the carpet, catching the eye of the paparrazi with holocameras, or to quietly enter a side door away from the fanfare.

Far from the musical sound of slot machines and revelers in the main area of the casino, a large auditorium was nearly prepared for the arrival of a highly-anticipated event.

The first annual Miss Galaxy Pageant, sponsored by The Techno Union was about to begin. Contestants would be entering in their finest evening wear to be judged by a panel of technocrats.

Audience members and competitors alike were given a flimsiplast program which gave the agenda for the evening:

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Arrival of guests​

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Host introduction​

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Evening gown competition​

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Personal interview​

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Talent competition​

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Winner to be chosen Miss Galaxy​

Tmoxin Temi placed her program down on the judges table as she took a seat. It was a rather long table in case which helped if the judges were not so friendly with each other. Luckily, the Hapan executive got along with all of them, although she had not spoken to Commander Vereen since he stormed off during a negotiation with the Hutt Cartel. Looking at the placards, she noticed she was seated by Vengeance, but since she hadn’t had a chance to talk to Draco about their argument, she moved her seat so that she would sit beside him and perhaps be able to smooth things over as they judged the pageant together.

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[member="Token Waters"] [member="Tanalth"] [member="Audrey Starchaser"] [member="Circe Savan"] [member="Enoch Zambrano"] [member="Særa Ayña Savan"] [member="Braith Achlys"] [member="Leilani Paaie"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Inger Strömfire"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Tadietti Tann"] [member="Goros the Hutt"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Naomi Winchest"] [member="Popo"] [member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix was rather stressed really, He'd some how roped himself into judging a Beauty pageant it had seemed like a good idea at first. Time away from [member="Thais Kallisto"] and her new squeeze, he still hadn't forgotten his 'Punishment' Damn Schutta try to sell the love of his life then have him beaten. He hated her so much Vile loathsome woman. He tossed his cue cards across the room reflecting on his rage was not helping his nerves. Damn this whole bloody month. He should never have left his bed all that time ago when the princess called. He should have rolled over and gone to sleep on Toby's shoulder content to laze in bed till his father died. Alas he had wanted to leave and he had ...
On balance perhaps leaving had been good to him, his lifestyle was better and he hated Thais just a trifle less than he hated his father so that was something.

He was disturbed in his contemplation by the sound of cue cards being placed back on his dressing table then the light tug of a hand taking his, leading him from his dressing table to a couch in a secluded coach in the corner of the dressing room. His wardrobe people would be along soon, then makeup to ensure he looked flawless for the main event couldn't have the audience watching a bruised and battered host could they? Before that though it seemed Toby had snuck some TLC into the scheduled. Crix smiled contented as Toby laid him across his lap, gently teasing his hair with one hand and rubbing his neck with the other He'd been good to him like this all day anytime crix snapped under the weight off all the thoughts in his head Toby had been there to fetch him a drink, or to be romantic in the breaks between outfit fittings and rehearsals. Crix truly didn't know what he'd do without Toby ... blow a gasket probably

"Sorry T, I'm nervous and sore and ..." He had begun agitation building again until the hand that had been on his neck came up to shush him. He complied looking up as he rolled over to see his Toby offering a sympathetic half smile. Crix smiled back and reached up to stroke Toby's cheek then his hand went weak and fell to hit him in the face ... That was embarrassing. Crix flushed red ... wait was Toby giggling? He was ... Crix frowned then he too broke into a chuckle "Stop laughing at me " He replied still laughing as he tried his best to look cross "... and find us some dinner it occurs to me that in the hustle of today all I've eaten was a biscuit" His slave nodded and slipped himself out from under his master's head, then made his way out. Crix lay back again and closed his eyes to savour the dying of the quite. The event would be in full swing soon.

 

[Naomi Winchest]

"Are you sure about this, Alice? This doesn't seem like your kind of thing," the shorter woman asked, watching as the city passed them by. The duo were riding in one of the black speeders, heading towards the side door, attempting to avoid all of the flashing lights. Marissa was prone to headaches. A bunch of noise would likely cause one for her. Which is why her companion was concerned. Though Marissa had managed to voice her own worries first.

"I've oiled the hinges, Mars, they won't distract anyone with their squeaking. Trust me," Naomi replied, using her own nickname for the woman she sat with. She didn't even remember why people had started calling her Alice, though she assumed it was because of her middle name. Personally she thought that Alicke was a good enough name. But people had always removed the 'k' from it. Maybe they thought there were already to many 'weird' things about her. "I'm more worried about how those lights might effect you."

Marissa just shrugged in response, figuring that they were pretty much there already. Why leave now? If her head starting hurting, or if to many people kept glancing at Naomi's leg braces, then they could head out. For now though... they could stay, look at pretty people, and maybe have a drink or two. In Mars' case, though, it would probably end up being a drink or ten. The Epicanthix didn't know when to say 'no' when it came to alcohol.

That was the main reason why Naomi had decided to come with her. Originally she hadn't been sure about going, considering her past experiences with 'beauty pageant types'. But after talking to Mars and reviewing the details of the event... well, she hadn't been able to stay home. Though she had been forced to spend some time adjusting her leg braces before she left. They were notoriously squeaky, enough so that they would have caused a fair amount of annoyance to those who sat by her.

"Well, we're here. To bad your company isn't that famous yet. We coulda gone down the red carpet!" Marissa said, pulling herself out of the speeder. In response Naomi started shuffling along, cringing a little as her braces got caught against the seat. She let out a swear, frowning, and paused. After a moment her friend helped her out, doing so without any laughter, snide remarks, or judgement. They worked well together.

Well enough that they managed to make it inside without any further issues.

 

[Tanalth]

Why was she doing this? A powerful Gen'Dai like Tanalth could have had anything else to do this night. Cause some mayhem. Steal something. Start a fight. Go out for a bounty hunt. So why in the name of all the powers of the Force was she here for a beauty pageant? Well why else, for the prizes and fame of course. Upon hearing that the Techno Union was hosting such an event she was put-off at first. From what she knew about pageants they were nothing more than fancy shows for girls to show off how good cosmetics and surgery could take someone pretty far. Nothing that struck her true fancy at first. But when talk of things like prize money and the fact of having so many looking at her, seeing her in all her glory, the idea became all the more inciting.​

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Even with all her love for wreckage and wanton destruction even Tanalth had an ego to feed. Having everyone enjoying the sight of a sultry red gen'dai like herself was too golden an opportunity to miss. She had a feeling some of the boys would have their tongue o the floor the moment they saw what she had on for the evening. Aside from what she had ready for the "evening wear" portion of the competition, she was currently wearing a nice little black number to get them rolling in the aisles.​

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As the sounds of people gathering could be heard from behind stage Tanalth busied herself with making sure she looked good. But hell, in her mind she thought even without the makeup and styled hair and so forth she still looked really damn good.​

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[member="Tmoxin Temi"]​

 

[Goros the Hutt]

NPCS:

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Minions! 5 Noghri Commandos, 10 Trandoshans, 5 Rodians. A dozen Servants and Slaves.

There was only one Hutt as fat and as Pink as Goros, and that was the reflection staring back at him, as he was thoroughly prepared by his servants. The grand Goros's not insubstantial mass finally being assisted along by a multitude of twi’leks who pushed along his hoversled, as it could no longer run on its own steam due to his weight. Goros was illusive, it was a rare moment of weakness to come to such a public event out of his usual hiding, but the chance for his underlings to make business arrangements with some of the wealthiest clients in the galaxy was just too much to pass up.

Announced at the door in huttese by a charming red male zeltron, unfortunately there was no way Goros was fitting in three seats let alone one, so he’d bought a booth on the top left of proceedings, so he could greet guests privately. His bodyguards formed two figurative rings around him, with the most trusted and lethal Noghri at the center upstairs with him, and the rest either on the approach or the seats closest the way up to the booth. The booth of course was fitted with blasterproof transparent crystal-like glass, it seemed this particular Hutt was paranoid, well yes in a sense he was!

Among his own personal companions, a certain blue twi’lek dressed in a blue gown, and completely veiled was sitting somewhere nearby, sharing the booth, [member="Tadietti Tann"], but so were twelve or so others of his personal staff, slaves or trusted cartel members, so it was hard to pick anyone out especially hidden behind a veil. While the mercenaries wore polished armor with top of the line FFE equipment, shields, their ceremonial glittering but very functional gear. Several slave Twi’leks and a multitude of indentured servants of different species were waiting on them. [member="Nima Tann"].

As the show got ready to begin, so did his first serving of food, and by the end of the night it would be far from his last!

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin took her seat at the judges table, waiting for the others to arrive. Sipping a drink, taken from the tray of a serving droid, the Hapan executive watched the audience file in. A young blonde girl in leg braces with a companion or two moved through the audience. Then her attention was drawn to a large Hutt with an even larger entourage. The massive slug was an interesting shade of pink, the gaudiness of which fit in very well in the casino-like atmosphere of The Golden Nautolan. The corner of her mouth turned down in a frown as she watched a bevy of Twi'leks push and pull the Hutt's hovercart around. It was a slightly distasteful sight.

The Hutts were of special interest to the red-haired Dark Jedi. The Techno Union and the Hutt Cartel had tried to come to an agreement on the Nar Shaddaa crime problem, but it ended in disaster, and now she was on alert for any type of sabotage from the Cartel. Into a small earpiece and commlink, she spoke: "Security team: A pink hutt is in the blaster-proof box seats between rows G and H. Keep your eyes on him. He has quite a healthy crew from the looks of it."

She sat back and waited for the curtain to open. The Pageant would begin soon.

[member="Goros the Hutt"] [member="Tanalth"] [member="Naomi Winchest"] [member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Nomkneer artzhul"] [member="Xalus"]

 

[Xalus]

Considering this was a galactic event, and sponsored by some of the most powerful corporations to have ever graced the galaxy, security was tighter than the Dark Lord's hidden bedchambers. Xalus, a well-known freelancer who made numerous runs across the entire galaxy, was charged with overseeing much of the security that happened here. He'd been tasked with similar operations cliented by various Techno Union executive members and now he was beginning to see even more prominent jobs fill his inbox.

The entirety of the palace was filled to the brim with hundreds upon hundreds of Xalus' personal TA1 droids. They lined the walls, flanked each entrance, made random patrols, and otherwise kept the perimeter clear and the guests free of their weaponry. Security cameras were placed in every corner to see everything from every angle - it was a bit much, but when the Techno Union wanted something safe, it stayed that way. As an added measure of security, one hundred of his TA4 droids scoured the arena.

Then there was he himself, clad in all of his armor with a heavy assault rifle cradled within bulging arms. When [member="Tmoxin Temi"] contacted him, he knew something was up in an instant. His higher-ups didn't tend to advise him on matters unless it was that important.

"I'll handle it," he gloomily replied before signalling a trio of TA4s to follow him as he made for [member="Goros the Hutt"].

 

[Tadietti Tann]

as lady blue

Veiled completely from head to toe, sat awaiting the contestants to arrive, the young Twi’lek was getting her last minute directions from her employer, she had on her full gown that was only matched by her skin color in its radiance. Although her Master’s mercenaries were visible in their seats below, they were on their best behavior, and the booth they had reserved was no trouble at all to anyone, Goros was actually fairly reserved unless food was involved.

Below they noted an associate of the event approach, and usually being the diplomatic one, usually, she was sent down to greet them. A whisper in the ear of the nearest mercenary brought her closer to him, and the twi’lek’s petite masked form greeted him, with just her lips on show. Speaking to either [member="Xalus"] or whoever approached their stairs up to their booth first.

[member="Xalus"] or @NPC

“My Master wishes to thank you for your kind and generous seating you have allowed him, and says that if I may do anything to ensure you know that our intentions are to enjoy a lovely evening, of talent and sophistication, we should in earnest do so humbly.” Lady blue did the smallest of a bow with her head, respectful and practiced. Whatever the hutt cartel had or had not done at their last meeting, Goros was a businessman first and foremost, and had not been present. He had no intent but his own overblown protection, as always. If the TU played this right, who knows, their future was always unfolding.

“He also wishes to convey that he has a gift later, two crates of silver arriving for our hosts this evening,” lady blue’s smiling lips whispered ever so slightly, always the lips, despite her position the mercenaries at stairs to their booth seemed to heed her instruction and watch her moves exceptionally carefully. Unknown to her, all this sadly brought her much closer to view for anyone watching [member="Nima Tann"], but still this was a big event and lots of people were about...

[member="Xalus"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Nima Tann"]​

 

[Leilani Paaie]

Leilani smoothed her gown again, the first even was evening dress. She had a few of these stunning numbers in her closet and she hoped that it was sexy and yet sophisticated. She wanted to represent her people, and herself in such a manner that Zeltros would once again become a mecca for a good time, and sophisticated fun.

She had secured the sponsorship of the Pink Pleasure Palace and they made sure that she had everything she needed. The owner Breanna seemed quite enthusiastic about the event. She had to admit it was quite the turn out. She tried to only occasionally look at those around her but she couldn't help but notice the others and mentally she began to compare herself to them.

She had a fair chance, as did they all.

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Naomi Winchest"] @Tanalth @Goros the Hutt @Xalus @Tadietti Tann [member="Leilani Paaie"]


Vengeance stepped into the place in a nice suit fitting his reason for being there. Sith robes just wouldn't really make this thing go off well. As he approached the table he gave his fellow judges a polite nod.

"Evening looks like we have a good crowd for this event." "My compliments to the organizer."

He smiled flipping through the program wait on things to begin. He was not even sure why he had volunteered. Maybe he just wanted to do something different. Be part of something that didn't involve violence and destruction if only just for one night.

 

[Nomkneer]

Nomkneer was on a special guard duty for the miss beauty pageant, at first the idea didn't sound quite interesting but that aside they explained that surprises may occur during the pageant and so they needed guards for such duty. Nomkneer felt a little curious about it so he went to Nar Shadda, or as they call it, "the smugglers moon is the next coordinance pilot", he spoke to his slave not as such but as his job. Nomkneer wouldn't take his time to come up with a name for someone that only knows how to pilot. They arrived and Nomkneer entered the building he was told that there was a hutt enjoying the miss beauty pageant, "well this will be interesting".

Nomkneer would enter the area where the miss beauty pageant would be located and with extreme silence he would jump to the top corner of the ceiling hanging to his dagger as he pierced it in the wall. Nomkneer was able to see everything from up within the shadows, No one could see him but he could see all. He saw clearly the pink hutt entering the room where the pageant was being done. Nomkneers lowered his force energy by concentrating while hanging to the ceiling.

Nomkneer had become a shadow itself, with his smokey black cloak and his hidden within the corner in the shadows he would be able to hide effectively unnoticeable and as he did he saw the spectacle start and the pink hutt, [member="Goros the Hutt"] just be there enjoying the show as if he was playing innocence with his guards aside him building defense all around him.


[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Raka the Hutt]

Being in Nar Shadda, Raka couldn't resist the temptation to go to a beauty pageant. So naturally, the did the only thing reasonable, he hacked his way into the guest list. Inching his way to the booth he bought he looked over to one of his Tradoshan body guards "Mali tel nal fe tai?" Quickly the droid next to him translated Did you clear my record? The Tradoshan looked up to Raka and smiled "Of course your magnificence, all of your ties to the cartel have been severed and your illegals deals wiped, you have a clean slate." Raka laughed slightly and looked over to the stage.

He was starving so he did the only he knew how to do in this situation "CHUBAS!" GORGS! One of the slaves accompanying him quickly grabbed the large bowl of gorgs and fed them to Raka one by one. Raka joyfully accepted every gorg the slave gave to him as he watch the stage carefully.

 

[Kyber Salurra]

Kyber entered into the giant building wearing his casual attire, not seeing a need for anything fancy. He wasn't the one being judged after all, in fact, he was gonna be the one doing the judging. So, without any wasted time or energy he made his way through the complex before heading into the main hall. He walked past the many rows as they were just filling in with people, passing it all as he trudged ever closer to his final destination; the judges table.

After skimming over the seating order laid neatly on the edge of the table he plopped himself down next to [member="Draco Vereen"] on the opposite side of [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and began perusing the list of contestants. He ran himself through the names and as he should've guessed, he didn't recognize any of them. So, he leaned back in his chair and rested his arms behind his head with a tired yawn as he awaited the festivities to begin.

 

[Xalus]

Xalus made sure to be extra careful when moving through the ground. The rare occasion saw him not realizing his own strength, or the fact that he was scantily-clad in beskar, and resulted in unintentional injuries. However, these beings seemed to possess much more spatial awareness and common sense that your typical rabble found on Little Coruscant. Most of them offered him a wide berth as the rifle-toting mercenary and his automated compatriots until they were standing before the Hutt's little barge.

Before even he, or any of his droids could move, a Twi'lek was upon them. The seven foot Gen'dai towered over here even as she walked down the steps, though she spoke with a confidence in her voice that made the mercenary wonder if she really was just a slave or not. Her words were simple, seemingly genuine, and none of the Hutt's bodyguards reacted whatsoever save for the occasional surveying glance.

The armored nerve cluster peered down into the Twi'lel's eyes. "Those terms are accepted." He grumbled and waved off his triad of droids to exit and collect the crates of silver. "Be advised, your weaponry is to remain concealed and any hostile transgressions will see you and your master escorted from the premises - or I will cart out your bodies myself."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Tadietti Tann"], [member="Goros the Hutt"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

My mood was better than it had been, but even still I wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing Tmoxin at the moment. She had never sent me a rant about my behavior and it made me assume she was building up for a confrontation. Certainly she was aware as volatile as I was, I was no threat to her, at least not directly. She was an ally, a close friend. There were very few circumstances that could render me physically opposing her, and of those most didn't include her endangering my own life. That said, I wasn't ashamed or apologetic for what had happened on Christophsis. If anything it had been an excellent display of power and would send the Hutt Cartel into a paranoid spiral to prepare for my eventual attack on them. The gears were already in motion there.

I strode through the room, nodding at the few already here I recognized. When I finally found my way to the judge's table I smiled and took a seat next to Tmoxin. "I hope you are well, Tmoxin." I said, straightening my suit as I situated myself. Public was good. She most likely wouldn't openly chastise me in public and that would save me for now. Maybe I could slip away when it was over before she could drag me off and say her piece.

Kyber sitting opposite of her I had heard about, but had largely ignored. He was the new Director of Security, which was a decent job but hadn't provided me with a means to formally meet the man, or for that matter properly judge his character. Keeping my eyes forward I spoke aloud, "With any luck this event will remain pleasant." I said with a smirk. It was partly me attempting to display pride in reference to the incident on Christophsis. She should at least know I wasn't displeased with the outcome.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Xander's arrival was next. Naturally he was dressed differently than most, and his signature top hat was fixed to his head. He found his seat next to [member="Tmoxin Temi"], in the free seat which was still available. He nodded to the other judges as he sat down, and offered a smile to his friends. His lover was one of the sponsors of the event, and it only made sense he was one of the judges.

Blue eyes skimmed the crowd, most of the faces were unknown to Xander. This was going to prove entertaining. [member="Crix Meriet"] was there, a shame. Xander would have to behave.

"Gentleman, Tmoxin, Can we go right to the evening wear and swim suit competition?"

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The four other judges had arrived. [member="Vengeance"], a Sith Knight, arrived in a nice tuxedo. And then came [member="Kyber Salurra"], the new Director of Security for the Techno Union. He had organized the security for the night. "Impressive team," said Tmoxin to Salurra. "They responded right away when I pointed out a potential threat." But so far, the evening was going well. Anticipation of the event began to hang like a cloud in the casino auditorium.

Finally Commander Vereen strode over to the judges table. While the Hapan executive hadn't completely forgotten his sudden outburst during a diplomatic meeting on Christophsis, she held no grudges towards Draco. Occasionally conflict between humanoid men and Hapan women was to be expected. It was a reminder to her every now and then that she would be quite far from the Seven Moons.

"I am well, thank you. It's good to see you, Commander. In hindsight, I'm glad the Techno Union was able to keep this little gem of a business," Tmoxin said, indicating the Golden Nautolan. The old Raven's casino was still extremely profitable, the taxes of which helped keep the Union in healthy financial standing.

Finally Darth Vizios arrived. He was another witness to the Christophsis debaucle. The Sith Lord had a new companion, the Princess who Tmoxin had met briefly on Indupar. From what she could remember the girl was young and beautiful. And rumored to be insanly wealthy. Their pairing made sense in terms of noble standing. But could such an inexperienced woman satisfy the new King of the Crown Worlds? Or would he tire of her and seek entertainment and admiration elsewhere?

The lights dimmed, signaling the pageant was about to begin. It was showtime!

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Time passed quickly when you had people tugging at you and applying things to you ... boy he'd been 'punished' with less force than this. None the less an army of wardrobe and makeup technicians and half a sandwich later Crix was flawless and ready. No rest for the wicked he thought to himself as he looked over himself once more in the mirror gulping down a painkiller. The bruising was all but gone, that was good Crix wanted to look perfect.

one last squeeze on Toby's hand and then he was being called away by a stage hand. More last minute touch ups as his bowtie was straightened for the hundredth time. The lights were faded on the other side of the curtain and he was gently pushed forward tilting his head back a touch he walked out ... why had he agreed to this again? Alas too late now ... Smile and walk.

Binking at the spot light he walked to the centre of the stage " Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to The first annual Miss Galaxy Pageant" He flashed a smile . Then leant forward and in a loud whisper stated "I have been informed by the people who pay me that I need to keep reminding you that tonight is brought to you by the Techno Union ... so you know don't forget, I need the money" another grin. "Before we begin Let us meet our glamourous judges On the far right from the Techno Union [member="Draco Vereen"] Don't start any wars tonight eh Draco" Was that supposed to be a joke, who wrote these cards ? "Next to him the our token handsome sith [member="Vengeance"], Then Hapan Hussy and business Lady Miss [member="Tmoxin Temi"]" Eurgh this was painful "Next up he listens to your voice mails so you don't have too head of security for the union [member="Kyber Salurra"]" Hmm that one was better. Then came Crix's favouritest judge on the panel "Then Finally, I bet he looks great in a dress it's [member="Darth Vizios"]" Suck it up kingie, A final big grin at his favourite king " A hand for our judges Ladies and Gentlemen"

Applause, applause ... all Dandy

"But now without further ado the real stars of the show the contestants for tonight, In just a moment your eyes will be assaulted by flawless hair and beautiful evening wear " Look upon them and be envious "Ladies and Gentlemen on behalf of the techno Union I present The contestants ... " Pointing toward the wings he melted to downstage ready to provide commentary on their dresses ... he supposed crude comments were banned shame.

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[member="Token Waters"]
[member="Tanalth"]
[member="Circe Savan"]
[member="Enoch Zambrano"]
[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]
[member="Braith Achlys"]
[member="Leilani Paaie"]
[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
[member="Inger Strömfire"]

 

[Tadietti Tann]

as Lady Blue

“Very generous of you,“ @[member="Xalus"] lady blue’s lekku swayed and rippled slightly down her arm, as if confirmation of her tension leaving her back, whatever her motivations for not informing her Master of just how bad things had gone between the Hutts and the TU, one might only speculate, as for now her hidden eyes could not be seen to betray intent or motive regardless behind her veil. The TU had just moved a step too soon for her.

There was however just a smallest of curls of her lip, but this was gone just as quickly. Meek and humble, mostly, she turned her head and walked back up their booths stairs, taking seat beside Goros again. A slave and not, if there was a tier of slaves surrounding the great fat pink hutt, now gorging himself on the fine dining in bucket sized quantities, her tier would be hard to define.

She liked it that way.

Mercenaries got their orders to sling their weapons to their shoulders, or holster anything on display, those in the crowd themselves proving surprisingly discreet, because Goros had not brought fools today, today was about business and those greeting him in his booth now were doing just that!

Applause!!! She joined in, keeping her seat, dignity and composure but feeling envy.

From Tadi inside, overlooking the contest there was a longing, a smallest rush of excitement up into her palms as they brought out their contestants, envy for not being able to join them coming from somewhere behind the veil.

[member="Xalus"]​

 

[Brooke Waters]

Token wasn’t really sure… She had done things like this, contests were always fun, but… Well, it meant htat she had to be very pleasant. And that was something she was typically good at. Friendly and polite and a bit flirty, that was probably why she in charge of Bright Star nowadays. She needed to be all of those, if she was going to run a corporation. And working with the Techno Union? It’d been a joy so far.

She had spent a few hours, days, almost a week, really, deciding just what to wear. Talking it over with [member="Zola"] and some of the staff from Bright Star. It seemed Marek was going to be about, but that didn’t really equate to much. Still, the blonde had made her way to where she needed to be.

Red dress. Black boots. Blonde hair.

She could do this, right?