The Red Plom Bloom Charity Gala (FWC, Open to everyone)

[Faith Organa]

The Red Plom Bloom Charity Gala​

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Location: New Aldera City​

Place: New Aldera Palace​

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The Royal Family of Alderaan invites you to attend ​

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The Red Plom Bloom Charity Gala​

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The Gala is to support the refugees of the Galaxy who have suffered the loss of their homes in the recent invasions.​

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The invitations were sent out and everything was in place. Rangers, Keepers, and Royal Guards stationed inside and out. Out for protection, Inside for show.

Everyone had been invited that were friends of the Coalition and who wished to support the refugees that had begun to surge into free space. The Navy was on standby greeting all the ships that arrived carrying dignitaries, businessmen, and citizens from all corners of the galaxy. Faith stood looking out at the city from her bedroom as she prepared to go down stairs.

She could hear the music filtering upwards something with a heavy beat that was vibrating the very walls of Aldera. She laughed as she put her hand on edge of the window and she thought the kids played their music loud. [member="Alexander Sannes"] had outdone himself with the music. As much as she was looking forward to this evening her heart was heavy that once again the galaxy faced the rising evil.

The Coalition Agents were also coming into the Gala it was the perfect time to find out what they knew and if what she feared was truly happening.

The Museum was light up welcoming anyone who wishes to tour, the University and Hospital had tours going, and the grounds for the new botanical gardens welcomed anyone to view the work completed so far.

Faith felt the weight of her office slowly descend upon her. There was much at stake tonight. If only everyone knew.

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Spoiler

A time to support the Refugees of the recent Invasions and other things


[member="Alasdair Sitra"]
[member="Alessandro Waak'Tu"]
[member="Alexander Sannes"]
[member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"]
[member="Bazette Royalblaze"]
[member="Brad Solo"]
[member="Cal Sedaire"]
[member="Camellia Swift"]
[member="Delila Castillon"]
[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="Dresden Verbrennung"]
[member="Elpsis kerrigan-alcori"]
[member="Fiore de Noir"]
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]
[member="Hadleigh Purkis"]
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[member="Jada Raxis"]
[member="John Ash"]
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Kaida Taldir"]
[member="Kosu Goram"]
[member="Liliane"]
[member="Lucien Dolos"]
[member="Maria Natalja"]
[member="Matthew Calderon"]
[member="Myles Davorak"]
[member="Nima Tann"]
[member="Rashae"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Sirius Nova"]
@taryc ap'lrae
[member="Tek Sidereal"]
[member="Thalia Rist"]
[member="Vaena Askari"]
[member="Vanja Del'Vaan"]
[member="Von Kyux"]
[member="Allana Badeaux"]
[member="Relina Zhan"]
[member="Songbird"]
[member="Acaleus Thorn"]
[member="Cecile Miraxus"]
[member="Cato Fett"]
[member="Tahiri Veya"]
[member="Chekīta Kaie"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="AceReplica"]
[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
[member="RadioWhisper"]
[member="Cecily Demici"]
[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Duke Heston"]
[member="Ty Ax'lah"]
[member="Minna"]
[member="Damian Starchaser"]
[member="Thom Betna"]
[member="Marina DeVoe"]
[member="Orn Pharr"]
[member="SN-1411"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="AD-8"]
@Ra'a'mah
[member="Jim Pehico"]
[member="Mercutio"]
[member="Duke Kyle DeVoe"]
[member="Lord Mettallum"]
[member="Tavi Riley"]

 

[Alexander Sannes]

[member="Faith Organa"]

Alexander wasn't around much these days, and to tell the truth he was not the one to be thanked for the music. That was thanks to the aides he had put in-charge of the event's entertainment while he was off and looking for things to do. Well... a little more than just things to do. Luckily he had kept silent about that and now was free to simply be off and about on his own time. For now he was currently just relaxing on a bench though, his eyes closed and his mind was essentially blank. He was simply relaxing while the City was in a buzz and he found himself quickly drifting off.

He wouldn't fall asleep, atleast not fully. He was simply tired from moving around too much and wanted a few moments of peace. It helped to hear the music some ways off, and the movement of people as they walked through the street and talked, laughing and enjoying the company of others. His breath was soft, leaving slowly and with small moments of silence finding his ears.

He was rather simple in how he looked as well as how he acted. A small case sat beside the bench, within reach of Alexander's hand and a saber remained hidden among white clothing that clung to his body, almost like robes but not quite. It was an interesting sight to see, this youngman dressed in white, resting with a instrument case nearby. It was if a street musician had found himself with nothing more to do than to simply wait.

He did wonder what [member="Faith Organa"] and her guests were doing, but he was sure it was nothing that required him to be there, after all, the Minister of music was illusive most days as it was.

 

[Chikako Liona]

Chikako had arrived at the ball more for her own enjoyment and want to help people in unfortunate circumstances then anything to do with the CIS, but it helped their image never the least and in a sense strengthened ties between the two galactic powers. The young Echani had donned her usual white and black dress for this occasion, though not the nicest of attire at her disposal was the most recognizable to those familiar with the CIS or the noble houses of Eshan, like always the young girl flanked by two Jedi bodyguards. This would not be the first ball/gathering the duchess had done, but the fact it would be more formal as well as the lack of familiar faces did play a bit on her mind, hopefully the delegates and others attending would be friendly.

Entering the hall Chikako was surprised to see not many visitors as of yet, a few people of common looking birth here and there as well as [member="Faith Organa"] herself, the woman being as radiance ad pretty as always, but other then that no one of great importance, aside from a boy with notably white hair sitting to the side of the main hall ([member="Alexander Sannes"]). Chikako did not know the reason, but she felt drawn to the man as such slowly walking over to the same bench, "Why hello there sir, are you doing alright today"? on a closer look the man appeared to be an Echani, making the young girl a little happy in some regard.

 

[Tavi Riley]

“Stop staring at it” Tavi said into his private comlink

A cyclops drone floated next to him, it stared at it and gave a low beep.

“What did I say? Come on doesn’t it look nice?” Tavi said as he turned in a circle showing off his armor.

Git stared at Tavi and gave no response, and then turned away and floated away back into it’s patrol route.

Tavi sighed as he looked down at his usual black armor that was now painted in FWC colors. He had to look nice for tonight. Tavi didn’t have much experience with being in person, on the ground at high profile events. Even on Coruscant he was kept out of sight, using drones to monitor the events. He had decided to try and paint his armor, and find some colored Armorweave and cloth. In his opinion it was a good idea. He hoped others thought the same.

Tavi took a look around, and caught sight of Net, and Atom, his other cyclops droids. They were hovering well away from the crowd. Atom was staying close to [member="Faith Organa"], ready to use his electroshock probe if it sensed a threat to her. Other than that, the crowd has not gotten that big yet, and some of the VIPs and nobles haven’t shown up yet. So things were quiet for now. Tavi would have to change the patrol routes as more guest arrived. He felt good though, he didn’t think anything major would happen. Fingers crossed.

[member="Alexander Sannes"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]

 

[STaCLO]

Standing by the droid watched some as the gala played out. The droid had polished himself some, making him extra shiny. As well as his medals. It wasn't every day he was at a mass gathering like this. With his commander's hat on and his coat buttoned, he looked as good as he could. Of course this was for a good cause, but the more self obsessed droid had other reasons to be here besides refugees.

Plus the possibility of developing relations with important people, not just in the FWC, attracted him as well. SN loved the setting, it felt so fitting to him, being so grand and royal. He imagined himself one day being able to host such events, and being invited to more. But this was certainly one of his many glory dreams of fame and influence. He'd love it if he could possibly dance with someone at the ball, but then again who would want to say they wasted a dance with a simple protocol droid. SN then thought of what other kind of activities he'd like to to during this event.

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

Well, it wasn't every day that she was sent to go to a gala. Ok, she'd never been sent to one. There wasn't really a reason to before. There were local events on Nadiem, of course, usually harvest festivals, but she'd not gone to anything overly formal. Not to say she didn't have clothing that would be acceptable at a formal event. At least, she felt it would be. It was more of the cut of clothing like what she was used to at home, but it was still nice. Quite frankly it was a good way to root out the high and mighty types anyway. Anyone that judged her on her clothes was worthless to her anyway. Only people who didn't care were worth her time.

Once she'd landed, and made her way towards the palace. She adjusted her dress once and pushed her comb back into her hair to make sure it was keeping it up properly. Once she was satisfied that it was, and the fact that no one was likely to notice that it was also a blade, considering it was made of plastic, she smoothed her dress and continued onward. She'd been given an invitation by [member="Alexander Sannes"] back in Republic space. He seemed to think she was good enough to represent the Republic there, and that it would be good for them to meet with the Free Worlds individuals. She hadn't been overly thrilled about it, but her father had told her to go and enjoy herself, but not be embarrassing about it.

"Not embarrassing," she said to herself. "Right. Easy enough."

She approached the gate and showed her invitation before being ushered inside. She allowed her hand satchel to be checked, but they would find nothing but identification, some credits, and a few other essential items within. No weapons. She trusted these people, for the most part, to keep the gala secure. Once she was inside, she heaved a sigh and looked around before making her way to the nearest drink. She was a but nervous, and thought that the drink might help to calm her nerves. If nothing else she'd feel a bit better about herself.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

What was the point of having several hundred thousand employees if he still had to do this sort of stuff?

Seriously, back home he had an un-opened bag of Frags, a six pack of ice cold Fizzyglug, and a HoloStation 4. How was this not the perfect plan for an evening in? But noooooooooooooo... there was some richy-rich, Alderaan, grand high poobah muckily-muck shin-dig and no one else from Corellia Digital was going to jump on that grenade. So the youngling was anchoring the team. As per the usual.

He was totally going to remember this when it came time for year-end bonuses.

...or, he would. Except the whole 2-second attention span thing made it hard to recall 10 months from now and several fete weeks later just what he was 'sposed to remember.

There wasn't even a kids table! What kind of royal shin-dig didn't include a kid's table!? Well, honestly, probably most royal shin-digs, but still, Sor-Jan was seriously, like, totally the only youngling within twelve parsecs of this place.

The tow-headed Anzat actually dressed up rather decently, primarily due to the two killjoys that hovered like two older sisters in the peripheral around the boy. His hair was actually combed and he wore a little tuxedo. The one stand out feature were his shoes, which were a pair of Howlys.

Who even was he 'sposed to talk to? For as far as the boy could see, it was nothing but a forest of legs. A sea of giant, adult people, all towering over the little Jedi.

He was just here to hand off a check to whoever was taking the money for the refugees. Shake hands. Photo-op. Good PR. All that stuff that the board of directors ate up. But, these sorts of inconveniences probably made up for the fact that Sor-Jan was possibly the most overpaid youngling in all history.

...and he still got stuck doing the chore list. Like "attend Coalition gala." Which, was probably a step up from taking out the trash, but still... he'd rather be playing HoloStation.

[member="Faith Organa"]​

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Politics...
So this was how it really worked. Marina had not by any sense arrived, but more so had been there before everyone who were invited did. Although her name were on the guest list like so many here; she were in fact part of the staff so to say. Marina was serving under her Queen, in her majesty's internship program. As thus, she were certainly representing both her Queen and House DeVoe, dressed in a graceful golden accentuated flowing evening gown.

It were one by which her own grandmother had worn to a similar gala which had been held even before the Queen Mother had been head of the Royal House nearly 7 decades past. Such gowns upon which House DeVoe had commissioned , and there were many, were all just about as ageless as beauty itself. And although House Devoe oversaw Aeiden providence in Norther Alderaan as one of the Great Houses, it were not a house that flaunted its wealth..not if they passed on classical dresses down. It most definitely showed that House DeVoe was not wasteful and when fine dresses were commissioned, they became family heirlooms and not a spare no cost to only wear it once.

It were so then, that Marina, as well dressed as she were; had on one of her grandmother's gala designed original that was 7 decades old. ..and she loved it.

her purpose and task here this evening? Well, for starters she had not really arrived, as more so had been there during the palace's preparations. That served many things, such as making early arrival of guests not feel they had rushed getting there as many Great House daughters and sons were already there and it gave the feeling that everyone coming in had arrived as they had intended.

So Marina as she waited fr her Queen to make her entrance, mingled and met the palace's guest as another representative of Alderaan's Great Houses.

"Lady DeVoe, if you so please" A royal servant was making his round with a tray of Sovereign wines in tall flutes.

"Thank you, captain." Marina graciously took a white from the serving tray, and made her way near the top of one of the grand stairways which wrapped itself around the great hall. She were looking about casually, seeing the many guests which were themselves mingling and new arrivals. It were a great vantage point and she was in many ways enjoying herself. Her only task was to represent her House and get to meet and know of the Queen's guests.

 

[Alexander Sannes]

Alexander blinked with tired eyes and looked up at a woman who was now standing near him, greeting him. He sat up from the bench he had been laying across and yawned, wiping at his eyes and lazily looking around to make sure he hadn't caused any commotion or disrespect for some important noble or something. Thankfully it did not appear so and his eyes refocused on the woman who was standing there. The first feature he was able to focus on was the hair and how the woman seemed to be watching him. There seemed to be a happy, knowing look in the eyes of the woman that made Alexander assume she was like him, an Echani that had left their home after things had become a tad dangerous for anyone who might not support the governments seeking influence over the planet. While no threats had actually been leveled against him, he understood what people did to garner power in searching for those that might undermine things.

And to tell the truth, Alexander only really cared for three governments, none of which in hold of Eshan at the moment.

Focusing back on the matter at hand, Alexander moved his eyes back to [member="Chikako Liona"], speaking with a similarly cheerful, yet obviously tired and relaxed tone.

"Actually, I am feeling quite well. The music and the people are calming and I love how the night air feels and tastes. Nothing quite like how soft the night air is on this planet, winds that come down from the mountains, carrying with them that warming breeze." He smiled, swaying his head a bit as he listened to the music. "If I might ask, who are you miss? I would apologize for my lackluster appearance, but I have no idea who I am addressing."

 

[STaCLO]

SN had felt a bit like an outcast, from the look of things he was the only droid here that wasn't serving. Such was the curse of being what he believed to be a living droid. Watching your brothers and sisters mindlessly go about doing simple tasks.

But he shouldn't dwell on such things, he was hear to help make a name for himself and meet other people. Possible co-workers on tasks for the FWC, or some of the royals that he'll be working under. Slowly the protocol droid made his way around the gala. Looking at some of the newcomers, and those who were already here. Taking some long strides, the bottom of his long coat following behind. His medals shinning brightly along with his metallic exterior. Of course he couldn't help but want to eye some of the fancy food being served. It was kinda his new favorite form of art. Admiring such delicate work before having it eaten and turned to waste. He found it so poetic, odd for a droid, but one of his "class" could interpret it.

The beverages he didn't care for as much, viewing a simple glass of wine not to be art. But something with more time and effort to make it more sophisticated might please him some more. But he shouldn't spend all his time here looking at foodstuffs. He should really be mingling with the other guests. Taking a quick look around he saw a rather prestigious looking women nearby, someone that looked quite familiar. He figured that there'd be now real harm in trying to make some verbal engagement with them so he made his way to them. Closer he was better able to tell who it was. "Ah, hello there, correct more if I'm ground but are you, Miss [member="Marina DeVoe"] of house, well, DeVoe?" SN felt like the end of that question was a little rhetorical. "May I just say that you're looking rather stunning this evening Miss. Oh, and please don't break my heart and say you're Mrs DeVoe." The droid felt a little silly saying that but thought it was kinda neat.

 

[Ohm-Lai]

Kensic strode into the gala chamber in an elaborate red dress and hair expertly coiffed. She may not have been a star actress, but she had been an actress, and she knew how these events worked. Of course, she wasn’t just there as a washed up holoactress looking tie her face to crisis relief.

No. She was one of the senior agents of RESINT by this point. Not that there were many, honestly. But still, they were real. And so Kensic was here to mingle with wealthy and powerful of the core, make connections, and do what she could to secure supply connections, discreetly of course. Gauge the people’s view of the Resistance and subtly point them in a beneficial direction.

She gave one puff of her hair and swept her way through the crowd, giving everyone she met a dazzling smile. She had missed this part.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

The Sovereign was exquisite, and in the course of observing the palace guests and new arrivals, Marina had been enjoying a little sip here and there of the Sovereign white. It were more having something to do, while observing than really drinking. But in the course of some time, her small wine flute was down to about a quarter glass. So as she continued watching, she waited for a server to take her near empty glass, as it were not proper etiquette to completely consume a beverage to the last sip.

It were then that such a servant in the form of a protocol type that approached her..even knowing her title. It were not surprising as she was after all the Queen's intern and her name were on the guest list too.
So she casually extended her near empty flute for the droid to take it away-

But that's when she suddenly retracted it, as she had embarisingly mistaken a sentient droid for a service droid.
"Oh!... Oh, yes... Ahem..." She cleared her throat, drawing the flute close to her person, trying to do her best at not looking awkward, as she had not meant to assume the droid, who was confirming the fact that it were indeed a sentient droid, had been mistaken for another.

"Why yes, I am Marina of House DeVoe." she replied, trying to recall where exactly she had met the sentient, as-
...well, she had met many droids, similar in design. Not that it were easy to tell from one protocol design to another as they had no distinct features, at least not in their original design and date of conception... No.
Such distinct features on droids were acquired through their service life per say...a scuff here... a scuff there...a dent or more there...a new partial skin covering...etc. And unlike living beings, what scars they attained, remained.

But for the life of her, she just couldn't remember ever-
Oh wait.... Onderon.
Onderon came to mind as she had overheard about a sentient droid applying for consideration of joining the FWC. It had gotten Marina's attention, as the FWC was in the process of joining alliances with the Metal Lords.

"I do seem to recall.... something about your person..." She tried as she might to remember the droid's call number. Or at least the abridged serial that were used commonplace.
But to no avail, all she could remember was just the rumor that she overheard of a sentient droid that had been on Onderon during her visit there with the Queen.

"Just that the name escapes me..." Marina attentively said. All the while, the droid's mannerism were something more and above normal programming.




[member="SN-1411"]

 

[STaCLO]

After listening to her, and seeing her behavior SN gave a robotic chuckle. He had recognized her as being the queen's intern. It being quite a prestigious position for a intern. "Please, don't worry my dear, I am SN-1411. Like you I serve her majesty. Although I'm sure with less, diplomatic affairs." The droid said, trying to act rather quite polite.

"My apologies if I caught you at a rather bad. I'm sure you're more then aware that we are encouraged to meet other people within the Free Worlds Coalition, helping to build a better connection to our partners. Especially with the Metal Lords." The protocol droid said after talking off his commanders hat to be more polite. Although SN had quite the superiority complex in that artificial mind of his. I did make him want to act on his best behavior most of the time. As if always trying to one up others he's with. It was odd to have such a narcissistic droid.

[member="Marina DeVoe"]

 

[Tavi Riley]

Tavi cracked his neck as he slowly walked on the outskirts of the guest. A few have approached him, curious about his armor. One had even made a minor complaint about his drones. He had responded accordingly merely saying....

"They are not going anywhere, deal with it. Would you like to make another complaint?" with his voice mogilator turned on. .

Very effective, no one else made any other complaints.

As Tavi continued to survey the crowd and his surroundings. He began to see more VIPs show up. Some nobles like Marina DeVoe had shown up. It looked like SN-141 was flustering her. She looked so nervous. Tavi made a note to check up on them later. Then, Tavi passed by a stunning woman in a red dress, Git had to bump into him to make him stop drooling. Thankfully, he had a helmet on, no one noticed.....right?

Tavi then stopped as he saw a little boy, who seemed to look lost among the guests. He was dressed fashionably...well as fashionably as a little kid can be. Must be important. Near to him where two identical girls. Maybe his sisters?.....Tavi approached the little boy, and stood right next to him for a moment, this little one felt...wrong somehow. Tavi shook the feeling off and made sure his voice mogilator was off.

"Now, are you enjoying the party sir?....No need to answer that, doesn't take a mind reader to know you don't want to be here." Tavi said as looked down on the little one.

"If i had to bet anything it would be you would rather be home in your "lair" playing Holostation right? Maybe playing.... JUBG?" Tavi asked?

[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

 

[Tristram Senan]

Normally this would be the time when a certain someone woke up with a hangover behind a random building or in an alley, but not this time around. No, Tristram was not following his usual habits tonight. He wasn't hungover or drunk. He wasn't unkempt or scruffy, well not to his near homeless looking norm of either. This evening he had to be fancy and clean. Why was this? He was attending a charity event. There was going to be all sorts of types he should get himself some level of familiarity with there and because of that he needed to be presentable outside of a dive bar for once. So that is what he did.

Arriving late to the party, Tristram had his hair tied back in a fashion that at the very least wouldn't embarrass him or his associates. His beard was trimmed and cleaned up from being mismanaged scruff to a somewhat fashionable roguish scruff. He was even wearing a nice looking suit instead of his typical clothes more suited to working or fighting. For once in years the Nighthawk was actually looking like a decent person rather than mobile trash. He even had the scent of Pantoran flowers about him. It was for him though rather than those around him. It was the scent of his mother and reminded him of the manners she had tried to teach him as a child. She would have loved this sort of event....

Tristram got to looking around to see what was already happening. The event already seemed to have gotten started with other guests. Tours and tours and more tours were going on at different facilities. Did any of those tours end at an open bar? Oh there was drinks. He began to meander his way over. This even might not be so bad with free drinks being served. The only problem was making sure he didn't over do it and cause a scene.... Well not too big of a scene. If there was one thing Tristram was sure of it was that by the end of the night he would have a few drinks and sing for some random stranger.

[member="Ever Dawnracer"]

 

[Nilia Saavilin]

Alderaan, New Aldera City, New Aldera Palace, Undetermined Time | Thunder

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Parties.

It was always parties.

Admittedly, for all her silent griping, Nilia didn't even mind events like these too much; they were excellent for socialization, normally had good causes that were being given to generously and were a hotspot to build relationships. And the food often wasn't that bad either, plus, free drinks? But a little variation never killed anyone, least of all her, and these functions all seemed to start and end the same. Well, beggars can't be choosers, she mused silently as her eyes flicked around the crowd of people in attendance of the gala, and these certainly aren't beggars.

Briefly fidgeting with the hem of her dress, the Sovereignty Senator awkwardly lingered near the centre of the venue, desperately looking for something to do or someone to interact with. Oh, blessed alcohol. Almost tenderly lifting the lightweight fabric as to ensure it wouldn't get caught on her shoes, she began to make her way towards the far end of the bar set up, quickly ordering something cheap and strong.

The bartender was happy to oblige, sliding over a small glass atop a napkin after a moment of creative mixology to concoct something for the waiting politician. Offering a polite smile and a credit chit in response, Nilia set her forearms on the polished surface and took a quick sip, eyes resuming their lazy scan of the partygoers and their various entourages. There were certainly many people to meet and be diplomatic with. It was just a matter of finding the right person to chat up...

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Spoiler: Interacting With

Nobody, yet -- Figured this might be a fun thread to jump into

 

[Marina DeVoe]

" Ahh... [member="SN-1411"] ....of course" She beamed a genuine smile.

"I recall spotting you on Onderon...only I were a bit too preoccupied at the time to defer from my current agenda with her majesty, to follow my curiousity ."
Now it came back to her a little clearer. Yes, she had known of sentient droids being near equal with living entities. More so in professional levels, than social. But it weren't uncommon out in the Outer Rims as it were closer to the core systems.

"Well, I needn't ask as to how you did...here we are!" Yes it were obvious that SN-1411 had been inducted into the FWC. But if the droid had indicated that he were not dealing with same affairs as she, did it mean he then were part of the staff?...security...or perhaps a translator. But an interpreter could easily be gotten using just protocol droids. This sentient was more than a protocol droid. It had certainly gotten Marina's attention.

It were then that a server came about making his round that Marina finally and properly disposed of the flute glass.
"No..no thank you..." She smiled to the server, as he also had a few full flutes of varied wines on the same tray. Seemed somehow that the house knew of the guests preferences, which explained the wines which were offered to her twice now.

"Please, SN-1411 walk with me. " She offered an invite, slightly moving her arm, in a minute gesture to suggest the droid take it.
"I'd like to learn more of your over programming..."
Yes, she always wondered who made the sentient droids and for what real purpose? It weren't like they were just born and grew to be sentient on their own. They had to have a creator..a user that went above and beyond basic programming a droid. And the independence? how were it attained, if they had been made and not born?

Marina had many questions. And while she took interest in knowing more of what made SN-1411 unique and apart from protocol droids, there was that upcoming summit meeting with the Metal Lords. How better to negotiate an alliance than learning more about sentient droids first.

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

It wasn't long before [member="Tristram Senan"] sidled up to the bar and got himself a drink. A suave, debonair man if she ever saw one. The suit didn't look good on him. Not because it wasn't cut for him, it clearly was, but because it made him look like a stiff. In her own dress she felt somewhat out of place, or as if she'd be pegged for of a simple people's. They'd be right to do so, but her outfit wasn't meant to be flashy. It was meany to be modestly revealing and to show her spunk. That and it was reminiscent of her people and as such was an accurate representation of who she was supposed to be representing. The result was rather much what she wanted.

She hoisted her drink to her lips and took a sip. It was some fruity drink; she hadn't even asked the name. By all rights it was quite sweet. Normally she preferred things with less sugar but it wasn't bad, and it made her seem less off putting than being pegged for the soldier that she really was.

"That suit makes you look like a stiff," she said to the man as he ordered his drink.

Her eyes perused over, through, and past him as she looked over the top of her drink. Moments later her gaze moved away entirely. Not that she wasn't still paying attention to him; she most certainly was. She wanted it to appear that she wasn't, that she'd just made a jab at him. She was supposed to be enjoying herself at the gala anyway. Doing so in a way that she enjoyed, being the tease and lighthearted woman she was, was the best way for her to enjoy herself. Given that she'd also never met the man, had no idea what his name was or who he represented, it would make it all the easier. Men always wanted to get to know a woman, especially one that initiated conversation. Right?

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Probably nothing said stranger danger more than a random dude in helmet and armor rolling up.

But Sor-Jan had been in the galaxy for far too long to be fazed by the sight of someone in combat gear. It almost reminded him of the clone troopers...

"If i had to bet anything it would be you would rather be home in your "lair" playing Holostation right? Maybe playing.... JUBG?"

Turning to face the armored figure, the boy craned his head so that he was looking up into the face plate. "No, that was last week," the youth replied, as though to suggest -- and quite seriously so -- that one week's time was forever ago. Ergo, ancient history. "We've got a couple of games that we're beta testing at the moment."

Seriously, it was a holo-game company. They always had games in development. And if critics thought that the port of Q*bert to the HoloStation 4 had been a flop, then they should see some of the concepts that Sor-Jan outright rejected.

"There's, like, this new... like, a new Beskar Gear Solid that I'm playing now," Sor-Jan remarked, becoming animated as he tended to talk with his hands. "But I'm stuck on this level where you fight this... this, like... this huge mecha-Rancor on Mustafar."

Cocking his head to one side, the youngling seemed to stare off at something over the man's shoulder. "Are those cyclops probe droids?" the boy inquired curiously.

Would they be using a sensor-optics package? Or would a com-scan provide better fidelity?

What was the control interface? Was it a partial logic control circuit? Or were they autonomous? Parallel connection? The boy's mind was already starting to imagine the engineering.

[member="Tavi Riley"]​

 

[STaCLO]

SN gladly took her arm as they walked, moving along side her happily. "Yes, I figured there was much to be gained as a simple droid working for galactic royalty. That's what my business was back on Onderon." He said to her as the two of them walked through the gala some.

"Oh, so you wanna hear about my programming huh?" He questioned, thinking for a moment. "Well, how I gain sentience probably won't sound that interesting. You see I had a mild sense of self awareness when I was first powered back on. But this was mainly from software glitches from the incompatible hardware the Jawas used to get me working again. Yes I was brought back by a couple of silly Jawas. After that I was able to gain a more full and better sense of self awareness. It took a while, but I managed to gain sentience after earning enough. Since I was able to have enough of an idea of what it was before hand to make me want it." The protocol droid paused for a moment, feeling as if he quickly and easily shared his life's story.

It was in no way hard to get SN to talk about himself, it was probably one of his favorite things to do other then looking at fancy foods. Similar to some other droids in the past, they gain their sentience from some software mess ups. While they walked, it was clear after a bit that SN had sort of a stride to it. Like his confidence had grown, which he did end up feeding his own ego talking about himself. "What about you Miss [member="Marina DeVoe"] ? I would love to know more about you."