The Unity Celebration~CIS Dominion of Ropagi II {S-40}

[Adron Malvern]

The people of Ropagi II have always enjoyed the benefit of a prosperous society. The Ropagu are considered some of the galaxies most focused minds. Devoting their time to the furtherment of their society, either by the studies of their past or the prospects of their future. For years different galactic factions have vied for the resource rich world of the Ropagu and failed. Empires have sought to subjugate the world only to fall to the infamous mercenary armies the Ropagu employ. Where other nations have tried and failed The Confederacy of Independent Systems has succeeded. Of course it was not the iron fist of their droid legions or even the silken words of their master diplomats. In the end the addition of this new world was achieved by one family, House Malvern.

Adron Malvern, the Lord of House Malvern, along with his siblings [member="Faye Malvern"] and [member="Darth Tacitus"], saw fit to extend his hand to the Ropagu in an attempt to buy their loyalty. As with most people in the galaxy, they too had their price, and it was paid in full.

A splendid show of finance and power, Adron Malvern and his siblings saw fit to usher in a new age of wealth and prosperity upon this world. To celebrate this occasion the people of Ropagi II have opened their world to the galaxy, under the patronage of House Malvern a single day of celebration is to be enjoyed. This celebration is considered one to rival all others as it spans the entire planet. From city to city, the streets flowed with food, drinks, and various forms of entertainment. All paid for out of the pockets of the noble House Malvern. No one would go hungry, no one would go wanting, a new age was being ushered in the proper way.

In the stars, thousands of ships rocketed to the planet hoping to enjoy the hospitality of The Confederacy. Two massive battlecruisers kept a silent vigil over the planet, in a show of power and security. The Veil and The Midnight Exigent were like night and day, terror and splendor as they loomed over the world.

It was sure to be a day to remember.

Objective I: Day of Prosperity
On the planet's Eastern Hemisphere, known to the locals as Forethought, where the sun rises to midday a wondrous event was about to begin. For this very occasion The Confederacy has procured a floating palace barge. This barge traverses the land, showing off some of the most beautiful scenery that Ropagi II has to offer. In the depths of this palace is an elegant piece of the celebration, aimed for the upper class and leaders of the world. There will be dancing, dining, theatrical shows, music, and even exotic displays of animals and beasts brought from all over the galaxy. It is believed that no expense was spared during the implementation of this feast. Enjoy a day with the nobility and upper-echelon as they travel the hemisphere.

Objective II: Night of Celebration
Where the Nobility enjoy a day of formal dining and extravagance on the Eastern Hemisphere, the Western Hemisphere is enjoying the celebration a different way. The streets of the Western hemisphere were lit and flowing with alcohol. Music slammed from one block to the next as whole cities were taken by the planet's party. No city was enjoying this night of debauchery more than Kaloder, the capitol of the Western Hemisphere and center for the planetary party. All through the streets vendors would set up stands with drinks and foods from all across the galaxy. It seemed in a day the city had been transformed into a cultural hub. A make-shift swoop track has even been crafted within the city streets for those wishing to test their luck at the dangerous sport. It may not have been as extravagant as the noble celebration, but it was a party most would never forget.

Objective III: BYOO
As always feel free to explore the world and make your own stories!

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[member="A'Runda"]

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[member="Aiden"]
[member="Akabane"]
[member="Alexandrite"]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Amarant deWinter"]
[member="Amaya Cardei"]
[member="Amethyst Atreides"]
[member="Amethyst Sovereign"]
[member="Andi Americus"]
[member="Anya Malvern"]
[member="Arabella Darkhold"]
[member="Archim Calixis"]
[member="Ari Zanareth"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Azmodan"]
[member="Betty Americus"]
[member="Braan Kell"]
[member="Bandit Six"]
[member="Caesar Kenway"]
[member="Caid Centurion"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Zurvan"]
[member="Dauntless.Luna"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Derek Dib"]
[member="Dhakarta"]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Drauchir"]
[member="Ella Nova"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Gray Venasir"]
[member="Isarn Apis"]
[member="Ithiel Verd"]
[member="Jade Isara"]
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member="Jorco Czeku"]
[member="Jorge"]
[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Kalee Bladesworn"]
[member="Kaptan Americus"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Katria Vekarr"]
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Kilia"]
[member="Kingsley"]
[member="Kip Ridel"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kwelin Orlov"]
[member="Kyber"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Kyle Naktis"]
[member="Lady Psyona"]
[member="Lefwen Claskier"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
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[member="Natasha Darkstar"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Orion Trex"]
[member="Osintrium"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Samantha Jade"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Shalita Vi'dreya"]
[member="Sola Marr"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Tex Americus"]
[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]
[member="Thalira Kiing"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Traveler"]
[member="Treiades Rhoujen"]
[member="Umai"]
[member="Varick Lechner"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="VildarnTentoria"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member="Xenro"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member="Zhai'ellev"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Location: Palace Barge | Time: Late Morning | Attire: Suitcoat | Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Faye Malvern"]​

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Adron's lips were pressed into a thin, almost unseen smile. The Unity Celebration was about to begin and the turnout had left even Adron in awe. All across the galaxy visitors from other worlds had come to take part in what was set to be a momentous occasion. Rather than hosts these guests in the world's capitol city, Adron had commission the creation of something more befitting the occasion. From the outside it would almost appear as if a small city had been artistically combined into a single being. The palace barge spanned several miles, it's massive repulsorlifts keeping it well off the ground while still providing the guests with an excellent view of the world surrounding them. The interior of the palace was open and engaging, a rush to the senses. The walls were an off-white stained with shades of amethyst and violet.

The main hall had been cleared for dancing and visitation. Banners with the sigil of House Malvern fell from the ceiling, each of them also crested with the seal of The Confederacy. The hall was composed of two floors, one for dancing and another for the visitation in a balcony above the first. Adron stood in the main section of the balcony, watching as the band below let out a symphony to rival all others.

His hands were firmly clasped over his walking cane while his blue orbs scanned the room below. There was a certain glint in his eyes that most would miss, save his own date to the celebration, [member="Alessandra Creed"]. That woman always had a way of deciphering his expressions to the letter. The ebony and amethyst suitcoat he wore hugged his form tightly, yet the man seemed far more comfortable than when he was outside of such attire. A server approached the man, a young Rodian clad in a black and white tuxedo. He held a silver tray that was composed of crystal flutes, filled with a gold liquid.

"Drink, sir?" Adron held a hand up to the man, silencing him so he could continue to enjoy the music and the sight below his uninterrupted. The Rodian seemed unsure of what to do as Adron had not dismissed him, so he merely stood there awkwardly for another half moment before the Exarch took one of the flutes without paying the alien another thought. As quick as he had come, he was gone and Adron was returned to a moment of bliss. The Exarch had not been seen such a display of power and wealth come from his House in over ten years, and now he was in awe at it. At what he had culminated through the reconnection of his family and his rise in The Confederacy. He was sure this would be an evening to rival all others, yet as it came to it's climax he knew there was still business to be had. His eyes scanned the lower floor, hoping to spy [member="Faye Malvern"] who usually tended to drift away during these sorts of events. It did not bother him, yet as a brother he could not help but keep an eye on his younger sister.

The guest list had been....extensive. As nearly the entire Confederate Viceroyalty had been invited, along with several prominent military commanders and diplomats, that was an automatic few hundred guests to be expected. Perhaps more. [member="Darth Tacitus"] was unlikely to take part in the finer parts of the evening, as he had broached the subject of business to Adron earlier that morning. Adron's elder brother was a shrewd man, who knew how to use every event to elevate his position. The Exarch brought the flute he held to his lips, savoring the sweet taste of the golden wine that filled the glass. After taking a generous sip he would continue to eye the event with a certain gaze.

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[WolfMortum]

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Location: Palace Barge | Attire: Suit | Partner: [member="Lady Kay"]​

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Now, it had been quite some time since Veiere Arenais had stepped out into the spotlight of the Galaxy, one that wasn't shining down on his home-world at the time in any case. With all of the work that he and his Wife had on their hands, being invited to attend such a pleasant and prosperous event for the World of Ropagi II, frankly it sounded like the break that he and [member="Lady Kay"] truly needed with all else that had been placed upon their shoulders. [member="Adron Malvern"]'s name had been upon the invitation that they had received, something of a kind surprise after such a long time since their last meeting in the territory of the former Galactic Empire; of course, Kay had seen him more recently where the Man had offered his support during a time Commenor needed all it could get, and Veiere...-Well, it wasn't his best year. Regardless, House Malvern under the Confederacy of Independent Systems had very generously extended their hand, and it came as a pleasure to be able to send confirmation ahead that they two would be in attendance for this day of celebration.

The KingsGuard had been prepped and the voyage into CIS Space had been trouble-free for the pair; this in itself was something of a change compared to the recent trials they had been put through. The twins were no longer Children, each pursuing their own paths in life. Their people were in safe hands and could afford a couple days without the ruling Monarchy, and above all else, Kay and Veiere needed to be reminded of what it meant to be a couple again. Away from all of the clout that came with politics, controversy and all. Their arrival was in a timely fashion, meet with an entourage where they would be guided to where the Palace Barge would be boarded.

"You know...I think this is the first vacation we've taken since our Wedding.." Veiere said as he and his Queen looked upon the massive Barge in awe of it's impressive size and appeal. They'd been told that it was to be spectacular, yet when Veiere thought of a barge, he thought of something rather smaller; this was more akin to a cruise-liner...-And the mere sight of it quickly earned Veiere's approval. "Shall we see what trouble awaits us today then, my love?" Veiere chuckled softly under his breath, turning to offer his arm to Kay. It was a remark spoken in humor, and one that hopefully wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass later on. Just one good time out without issue, was that so much to ask for?

Spoiler: Tags

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: Palace Barge [Balcony] | Time: Late Morning | Attire: Dress | Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Faye Malvern"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]​

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Dark eyes surveyed the scenery with a particular sense of disinterest. Alessandra was proud of her beloved for all that he had managed to accomplish in such a short amount of time, however, a soirée was just another word for a party. She had been too so many growing up on Brentaal IV that each one tended to look just like the other. The Creed woman had to admit that the floating palace barge was a nice touch. It was something she had never seen before—At least, not used this way. It was like being on a guided tour of the planet. They were too far up to notice any imperfections…

And most of the guest list would soon be too far intoxicated to care.

Alessandra moved through the crowd at a deliberate pace. She was neither hurried nor intensely focused. The Minister of Commerce had aided House Malvern where she could in taking care of the finer financial details, as currency was her passion, but for the most part, she was content to remain in the shadows. It was comfortable, to be seen, and not heard in a family affair that was not her own.

Her attendance at this event hinged on one person. Adron Malvern. If this hadn’t of been such an immense triumph for him she would have been content to stay on Geonosis crunching numbers. She didn’t care for people. Especially, people she didn’t know. She wasn’t the soft-hearted, charitable, Minister of the People. She was a politician that devoted herself to ensure that the machine of the Confederacy kept running smoothly. But, for Adron? She would be present, charming, and engaged.

Crimson lips curved into an almost wicked smile when she spotted the man in question. Adron was handsome, as always, and there was nothing to stop her from appreciating it. She moved slowly and deliberately, her hips rolling in their usual sensual gait, and approached him from behind. He would hear the click of her heels, but moreover, he would sense her. The amethyst jewel that she usually wore to bury her Force Signature was noticeably missing. Her form was wrapped almost indecently in purple and gold fabric while her long ebony hair had been left down, styled in loose, waving curls. “Are you hiding from me, my Exarch?”

It was a teasing question that was punctuated by hand falling to his spine. She moved around him, letting her fingers trail a little line, before her arm slipped around his waist, beneath his suit coat. It was intimate and less than subtle when she leaned up kiss his cheek. It was barely there, a delicate gesture, so that she wouldn’t leave her telltale lipstick behind. Appearances, appearances.

“This is quite the turnout. I can plan the budget, but, not the event.”

That was what paid designers were for. Making things aesthetically pleasing, whilst, cheerfully breaking the bank of the person that paid them in the first place. Alessandra knew what colors she preferred, what style she liked, but actually choosing decorations? No, no. That was reserved for domestics and those who had the artistry to see an idea like this through.

She leaned against Adron and her smile softened immeasurably. There was a sense of warmth and comfort at being so close—like a second skin—and she never minded dissolving into him. Especially when no one was watching. So far away, sequestered on the balcony, while the beauty of Ropagi passed by there was an illusion of privacy. Until someone came to shatter the distant dream of having time to themselves. It would happen. It always did...But until then? Alessandra was content to take the small quiet moment that they could.

“There. If my eyes do not deceive me...Commenor has arrived.”

 

[Faye Malvern]

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Location: Palace Barge | Time: Late Morning | Wearing: xxx | Tags: [member=Brayden Antares] - [member=Darth Tacitus] - [member=Adron Malvern] | Post: One​

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The magnitude of effort and wealth that had gone into the creating the Unity Celebration was beyond comprehension. Seeing the palace barge sparkling against the morning sun made Faye bristle with pride. Adron had certainly outdone himself. As they entered the palace a beautiful symphony floated from the dance hall, echoing softly against the marbled walls. From the lower floor Faye marveled at the long banners displaying the sigil of her house, they brought forth the swirling, distant memories of her childhood. At first it was a bitter sweet reminder of the life she once had but, as she walked up to the balcony in search of her brothers, she found herself considering it instead as a deeply profound promise of what was to come.

The day was special for two reasons. Faye had been reunited with not only one but two brothers, which happened to be more family than she could have ever hoped for. Once upon a time the Malvern's had been great and powerful, in the wake of the disastrous events that saw the downfall of the noble house three siblings remained. All three were working hard to rebuild the lives they once had and to ensure the Malvern name stood proud and strong once again. The Unity Celebration was to be a show of just how far they had come and how much further they were willing to go. The second reason was more tangible as she currently hung off his arm.

In the short time she had known [member=Brayden Antares] the two had become entirely inseparable. A few weeks ago they had returned from a lengthy vacation during which Faye had taken the time to get to know both him and his family intimately, she hoped tonight would be a chance for him to do the same. 'Adron should be up here, somewhere.' Navigating the dance hall had been easy, the day was still young and the large majority of guests were enjoying the extensively decorated palace. Faye looked up at her lover, a sweet smile curling the corners of her lips up softly. 'I'm eager for you to meet him. I think you'll get along well.' Whatever they thought of each other it was sure to go better than it had when Faye met Alessandra, Adron's other half. She'd have to remember to tell Brayden the story a little later on.

At the top of the stairs Faye paused in their journey to adjust the fabric of her dress. Purple had been the Malvern's color for as long as she could remember and she took great delight in representing it with the clothes she wore. The expensive material hung loosely off her lightly tanned skin, held together with an elaborate silver choker. The belt resting on the curve of her waist proudly displayed an intricate wolf in the center of the shining metal. Faye had let her thick raven hair loose and wound it round a decorative piece to keep it away from her face. Once everything was set she scanned the crowd gathering on the balcony. Adron wouldn't be too difficult to spot.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Palace Barge | Time: Late Morning | Attire: Suitcoat | Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Faye Malvern"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] | Post: II

For a brief moment Adron opened himself to The Force, letting it pull his being from the balcony and projecting his senses over the planet of Ropagi. He could feel the supreme joy and splendor that fell over the world. It was almost sickeningly unnatural to feel an entire planet so devoured by bliss. His senses pulled him back to the palace as a familiar presence approached him from behind. The words that filled the air may as well have been gold to the Exarch. Three times as alluring and twice as valuable, Alessandra was easily recognized, well before her beautiful voice ever broke a word.

"Hide from you? What would drive me to such madness?" He asked, looking over his shoulder to soak in his paramour's form. She had, quite literally, taken his breath for a single moment while his eyes casually ran down her body. It was as if he took the time to savor every curve she had so elegantly put on display. She had always had a sensual nature to her but in this moment Adron's eyes held a certain glint to them, one that suggested he was considering departing from the party for a time. He took notice of the smile that she kept as her hand traced his spine, as delicate as winter's first snow. When she pressed into him, her lips grazing against his cheek his arm would wrap around her waist firmly.

His eyes took to the crowd below them and he could not help but nod at what Alessandra had said. "If it wasn't for your handling of the money I'm not so sure we would have been able to make it happen so fast. You did wonderfully." His lips pressed against her temple, offering a warm kiss before he kept looking down. His hand had, noticeably, gone beneath Alessandra's waist for a moment to admire her curves. He eyed her closely, a knowing smile on his face before he took hold of the flute of wine he had set on the balcony. Turning to her, he offered her a sip before looking up to a nearby clock. "It's going to be a difficult day, but a good one."

When Alessandra mentioned Commenor, Adron turned to see one of the approaching parties for the evening. [member="Veiere Arenais"] and [member="Lady Kay"]. "King Arenais.....He was my mentor, for a time. Actually, he was the one who helped me to reconnect with The Force. When I heard he resumed the mantle of King I thought it was appropriate to extend an invitation."

"Not to mention I..." Adron trailed off as his eyes finally caught hold of his younger sister, [member="Faye Malvern"]. She seemed to be heading towards the balcony with her usual bubbly intent. Yet it was the man who she clung to that caused the man to pause in consideration. He eyed him closely before turning his attention back to Alessandra. "I think the day just got a bit more difficult." He chuckled, light-heatedly before turning back to the stairway where his younger sister would be emerging. With his walking cane in his right hand and a hand wrapped firmly around Alessandra he would call out to his younger sister in greeting with a pleasant expression. "Francesca."

 

[Faye Malvern]

Location: Palace Barge | Time: Late Morning | Wearing: xxx | Tags: [member=Brayden Antares] - [member=Darth Tacitus] - [member=Adron Malvern] - [member=Alessandra Creed] | Post: Two

Her free arm raised and waved toward Adron as he greeted them. The more she thought on it the more excited she got about introducing Brayden to Adron. With her Father long gone he was the only form of approval she sought regardless of what it was. As she closed the distance between them she mumbled something to Brayden in a soft, sweet tone. 'Don't let him make you feel nervous. He's just as sweet as you are, when he wants to be.' A bright smile that made her charcoal eyes sparkle touched her expression when they reached the couple. Though she was entirely unwilling to let go of Brayden she was forced too for a moment as she lent forward to give Adron a soft kiss on the cheek. 'Adron.' To Alessandra she offered a warm smile and a similar kiss. 'Alessandra, it's so good to see you again. You look incredible.'

She stepped back and quickly wrapped her arm around Brayden's once more. For a moment she simply lost herself in the chiseled outline of his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed, and the shocking silver green of his eyes. Remembering herself quickly she began to give the introductions. 'Brayden, this is Adron Malvern, Exarch of the Confederacy and my elder brother. And the stunning woman beside him is Minster of Commerce, Alessandra Creed.' Her slim hand flicked quickly to her purple clad sibling, to the woman with the raven hair and then back again to the man on her arm. 'Adron, Alessandra. This is Brayden Antares.' Faye beamed, her love sick tone giving the nature of their relationship away instantly.

 

[Brayden Antares]

Day of Prosperity
Location: Palace Barge
Wearing: XXX
Tags: [member="Faye Malvern"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Alessandra Creed"]

Brayden's silver-green eyes casually surveyed his surroundings. It was a force of habit for the warrior to constantly evaluate the reality of his position from a number of different angles. What many did not realize was that a life lived purely by the blade created a certain...persona and view of the galaxy-at-large. While he had not seen as much of it as others, he'd been raised to observe a number of specific tenets; chief among them was strength. On Brayden's homeworld, it was the quality of achievement that ruled over all others. Yes there was an order to things, laws, beliefs, but they all came back to the same concept of fostering strength and knowledge.

The overtly daunting display of wealth that presently was Ropagi II did not quite resonate with him in the same way as he was sure it did others. He knew wealth, certainly. Between the riches of countless civilizations amassed by his parents and their parents before them, the profits from a high-end jewelry exchange that he managed through shell organizations in his mother's name, and the independent actions of his family members, Brayden had certainly seen displays of wealth before. The Sith Lord did not exactly find an issue in enjoying the fruits of one's labor. He did not, however, quite understand the concept of wasting any of that on a planet that would inevitably belong to another entity altogether. Perhaps Faye's family was merely the biggest patron of the Confederacy? Despite what she had told him about her family, he felt that he still knew precious little.

The sound of Faye's melodic voice pulled Brayden from his thoughts. Turning to smile warmly at his heart's only true desire, Brayden leaned over and lightly kissed her on the cheek. "If he's even slightly like you, I'm sure we will get along just fine." For the next few moments, Brayden was content to hold Faye close as they weaved their way through the crowds towards the balcony. As they ascended, Brayden arched a curious brow at her statement. Was that normal? To feel nervous around the family of someone that one loved? Brayden felt like he learned something...awkward about the known galaxy every week. It seemed like people were very susceptible to emotions that held no real sway over life. Love was empowering...if you allowed it to be. To join yourself to another, truly, was to move to a higher plain of awareness and capability. Fear, on the other hand, was distracting and demoralizing. To be nervous though...that was something Brayden simply had yet to experience. At least, he didn't think he'd experienced it.

"Nervous about what?" The question faded as Faye stepped forward to greet her brother and his lady friend. Brayden's expression was neutral, pensive as his bright gaze slowly shifted between the two people he did not know. Perhaps Faye thought because he maintained a loose affiliation with the Confederacy that he would be nervous to meet an Exarch and a Minister? Titles neither intimidated nor conveyed any measure of actual power to Brayden. Fresh from their trip to both Endelaan and Malagarr, Faye no doubt knew this about him - having witnessed the throngs of people that showered even her with deference, respect, and awe. It was the result of his parents' efforts anyways, not his own. It made him feel uncomfortable, and that would likely continue to be the case. His concern was for his people, his sister, and above all the rest, Faye. Otherwise, Brayden did not truly lust for conflict and combat. He left that to his Uncle Aiden.

Extending his free hand as he had observed many of this time do, Brayden smiled warmly. "Adron, Alessandra, it is a pleasure to meet you both."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Palace Barge
Outfit: Dress
Companion: [member="Veiere Arenais"]


It had been some time since Kay had seen [member="Adron Malvern"] . The man had left her service as an advisor to take advantage of opportunities elsewhere; something that she never held against him. He had his own goals to empower his family and Commenor could only do so much.

There was much for the two to catch up on since their trip into Sith space that felt like a lifetime ago. Secrets were shared, along with some surprises and it only enhanced their respect for one another. That was something that would only serve to benefit them both.

"Has it really been that long?" She set down her tea cup and got to her feet. In truth the two had hardly spent any time together, even after the liberation of Commenor. There was much work ahead of them and this invitation couldn't of come any sooner. It was a perfect time to step away.

She smirked as Veiere commented on their strange knack at getting into trouble. Or perhaps it was really hers...At any rate, she took hold of his arm as she approached him. "Yes, let's. Probably the worst that could happen is that I step on your toes if we share a dance." Kay smiled warmly, having stepped on his toes plenty of times whenever they had taken to the dance floor. Hopefully this time she'd do better.

 

[WolfMortum]

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Location: Palace Barge | Attire: Suit | Partner: [member="Lady Kay"]​

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Veiere smiled fondly as he turned to glance down, meeting her gaze as she remarked on their often comical dancing habits on such occasions; Humor was often a tool they both enjoyed in otherwise tense or difficult times, the pair often able to bring about a quiet laugh in what could otherwise seem controversial to others, yet it was their way of coping with the stress that accompanied political fame (or infamy) within their line of work. "If that was all that I had to be concerned about, I could say with great confidence that this would be a wonderful day for us to enjoy" he replied, giving her a cheeky wink before turning his gaze forward as they began to walk among the crowd.

Today, the territory of the Confederacy had spread across space that had previously been under the former Galactic Empire. Veiere had not traveled this far south of the map in a very long time; in fact he had meant to avoid doing so for how close the CIS were to the planet Rannon and the memories that accompanied such thoughts. The King's past affiliation with the world wasn't public knowledge though there were two present there upon Ropagi that held first-hand experience in dealing with such times, now long since past, yet not forgotten. Never forgotten.

A hint of anxiety sought to borrow it's way up the back of his throat, yet he took a deep and silent breath in order to sooth his nerves. It hadn't dawned upon him until now that this was the first public event that he had participated in, since before the Deneba incident. The Celebration that took place over Commenor's recent victory was interesting, yet back home there was a certain security where others were unlikely to voice their judgements towards him. Few knew the blame that Veiere carried, and certainly none better than his wife whom shared with him such a intimate bond within the Force, only further strengthened by the wedding rings they wore. His return into leadership wasn't without controversy of it's own, nor had Veiere come out of such trying times unscathed.

"I'm relieved to know we still have some friends out there, I'll say that much" He spoke once again, though this time his voice was little more than a whisper as he smiled to those whom glanced their way, putting on his best polite and friendly impression, not recognizing any of the people that moved about the floor they stood upon. Even if Lady Kay weren't able to read him like an open book, she wouldn't need their Force bond to understand Veiere's feelings, as well as his concerns for Commenor's political image across the Galaxy today. They'd been dealt a hard blow and barely been able to come out on the other side of things, not to mention a number of betrayals that had helped to strengthen the Sith's cause, against them.

It also hadn't escaped him that the Confederacy were known sympathizers to the Sith, rumored to hold unknown numbers among their own people, government and military. Once upon a time, Veiere had worked alongside their kind, his belief that everyone deserved a chance to dispel the opinions of the public; at-least until they exposed themselves as criminals or those that threatened the innocent. He had always tried to treat others as though they were on equal footing, that their alignment might not define their character (or lack there of). Unfortunately today, he lacked the restraint that he once held, thanks to the Dark Lord and his Empire.

"...Grife. I'd forgotten how well known we are" he commented, as he found himself staring back at more glancing eyes than he had expected this far away from home.

Spoiler: Tags

[member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Alessandra Creed"], [member="Faye Malvern"], [member="Brayden Antares"].

 

[Zoe Rosella]

Wearing: C-SDU w/ Naval Sword // Location: Palace Barge​

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Prelude​

Naval traditions dictated courtesy during these social events. As brash as the Balmorran people were, they still believed strongly in military formalities, and Zoe knew all about it. As per tradition, it was common for commanders to display a show of power, which in the navy was to place your flagship in the vicinity to show that you were in attendance. Obviously, other commanders had the same idea, as there were two flagships looming above Ropagi II, The Veil and The Midnight Exigent, belonging to their respective owners.

With this in mind, Zoe thought to bring her own flagship in a display of her own power. Her ship, CNS Purity, was provided to her soon after her joining the CIS as a fleet marshal. She rather enjoyed the aesthetics of the ship, as it resembled the striking appearance of an Imperial Stardestroyer, which typically struck fear into the enemy.

It was imperative that Zoe looked her best, as it was her military status that allowed her to join in the festivities. After an intensive cleaning period, her uniform was spotless, her shoes gleaming and her sword shining, she was ready to attend the party.

Arrival​

This was Zoe's first formal gathering since she left Balmorra, after arriving on the flotilla she had to spend a moment gazing out to the planet, mainly to still her nerves as this was the first time she would meet some of the Confederacy's most prestigious patrons and members, but the view was still wonderful..

She double checked her uniform, ensuring all parts were positioned properly, correcting small errors and swiping a single hair off her sleeve, took a deep breath and entered the main hall.. she was taken back by the decor. "Drink, Ma'am?" the steward surprised her, accepting the drink she wandered off into the gathering, mingling with important figures who she knew nothing of...

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Night of Celebration
Location: Kaloder
Appearance: XXX
Tags: [member="Naedira Darcrath"]

Aiden's silver-green gaze burned bright on the dark half of the planet. He had, of course, received an invitation to the Day of Prosperity celebrations on the other side of the planet. He was rather well certain ever member of nobility within the Confederacy and then some had received invitations. However, the entire idea of the occasion had left a...less-than-respectful taste in his mouth. It was not that he cast aspersion on any Malvern. Quite to the contrary he couldn't have cared less about them despite the fact his nephew was, apparently, very smitten with one.

For Aiden, the idea of purchasing lands and, therefore, people did not really appeal to him. Aiden had been raised, trained, and fully indoctrinated into a life of living by the blade; even more so than any of his other family members. There was neither honor nor glory in the dispersion of funds for land rights, but that was yet another reason why he did not involve himself in the Game of Thrones that was definitely occurring within his own family. Sure - hostilities had yet to break out, but it was only a matter of time. Eventually someone would require a very militant solution to a very social problem.

After Aiden had stepped several feet away from his personal JV-7 that had transported himself and Naedira to Ropagi II, he hazarded a glance in the woman's direction. Even as the sound of music, laughter, and raucous celebration touched his ears, the Sith Lord found a...recently familiar sensation swept over his body. From Malagarr to Stewjon, the unlikely pairing had spent a fair amount of time together. With each interaction, the Sith Lord felt his soul stir just a little more, like it was reacting to her every breath and thought.

He was not a fan initially...not at all. Seeking answers from seers connected with his past had proven ultimately fruitless. With each new interaction, Aiden felt more like being around Naedira, for whatever reason, was just right. The Viceroy knew enough about the Knight's past to be careful. Aiden certainly did not begrudge Nae for being a bit apprehensive about investing in another person...only to have that sliver of warmth and happiness ripped away from her. The Sith Lord certainly was not yet prepared to engage in that type of...devotion. Still...he otherwise was more than willing to engage in plenty with Naedira.

Realizing that he had, effectively, been staring at Naedira for several moments now, Aiden cleared his throat and faced the throngs of street vendors that they were closing upon. "So...are you going to argue with me the entire time we're here like the last party we attended?" Glancing at Naedira's alluring figure out the corner of his eye, Aiden smiled thinly. Expecting a witty retort, the large Sith eventually shrugged his shoulders. "Feisty Nae isn't exactly a problem for me."

Oh but it is...

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: Palace Barge [Balcony] | Time: Late Morning | Attire: Dress | Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Faye Malvern"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Brayden Antares"] | [member="Lady Kay"]​

“Temporary insanity…”, Alessandra responded to the Exarch teasingly. He had a moment, as most warm-blooded men did, where his eyes betrayed his silence. She knew of his fondness for all shades of pristine violet and had long ago fallen suit out of her duty to the Confederacy. Her closet was bursting at the seams, but it would be obvious, that one color dominated her preferences over all others. It was her way of showing patriotism where her no-nonsense personality often led others to think her apathetic. “Or, perhaps, you thought it might escape me that you were dallying with a certain albino menace on Thaere Privo.”

The raven-haired woman remained in his grasp. If his thoughts were wandering dangerously toward the edge of untoward, more than anything, the Minister imagined that she had just dumped a bucket of ice water over his head. Nothing put a damper on romantic inclinations quite so easily as calling out an indiscretion as plainly as one stated “Good Morning” or “Have you tried the cake?” in the middle of a very crowded palace barge.

“You might start giving me the impression that I’m not pale enough for you. Perhaps I should practice more at being emotionally stunted? I suppose, I could stare blankly more often.”

The fact that she hadn’t immediately resorted to a fireball and still remained entwined in the arms of the Serenno noble would speak volumes. If she had intended to make a scene as a drug induced haze had ensured previously she would have already done so. However, that didn’t mean, that she had to like any of it. Alessandra was possessive. She would not deny it, had no shame in it, and distinctly did not like others touching her things. To that end, she would be as saltish as she pleased.

Adron’s only saving grace in the matter was her perspective on [member="[/FONT][FONT='lucida sans unicode']Srina[/FONT][FONT='lucida sans unicode'] Talon"]. She was about as risqué as a sea snail and barely half as interesting. With someone so dispassionate and the rest of the reports that had followed about rampant displays if indecency it didn’t take a genius to see that some sort of foul play was afoot. No, no, she wouldn’t flambé his soul and everything he held dear in this instance. “I have eyes and ears everywhere. You should have told me.”

Ah, the point. Transparency. If he wanted what they had to last he would learn very quickly that the Creed woman did not suffer fools. If he wanted to keep his hands on the curves of her hips for any length of time he would adhere to her not so subtle demands. She let him kiss her temple as a slight smile curved her lips with his compliment. “I’m good with numbers.”, Alessandra responded casually with a light shrug, as if, she hadn’t just potentially roasted his chestnuts over an open fire.

He began to speak of Commenor and the Minister of Commerce let her eyes follow the movements of the King and Queen respectively. Adron seemed to hold them in extremely high esteem. For that alone, she took a little more interest than she otherwise would have. The dealings of heads of state, of a monarchy, unless it involved her books, were entirely above her pay grade. The only exposure she’d ever had to Commenor was an interesting meeting over trade. It had gone as expected. Successful, in the end, but not without difficulties. Briefly, she wondered about security. The Confederacy had spared no expense but nothing, absolutely nothing, but a good time to happen to the rulers of Commenor on their soil. She would be mindful, even if, this barge reeked of happiness.

Her focus on @Veiere Arenais and [member="Lady Kay"] was stolen by the appearance of the littlest living Malvern. Alessandra let her gaze sweep over the delicately beautiful creature without ignominy before she treated [member="Brayden Antares"] to the same examination. Her appraisal was always slow, thorough, and complete. A product of habit and upbringing. “It’s good to see you too. Are you well?”, she questioned [member="Faye Malvern"] lightly, careful, to kiss the air beside her cheek—Just as she had done with Adron. Faye was a work of art. She wouldn’t besmirch it with red.

Alessandra inclined her head politely toward Brayden and reached for the hand he offered. She couldn’t tell what he was. At least, not yet. She couldn’t help but separate things about him into imaginary columns and graphs. He was an investment that Faye seemed as if she very much so intended to make. Her voice had spoken volumes, touched with sugary affection, and almost girlish bliss. She very much so wanted her brother to approve of her metallic-green eyed companion.

Aside from height, a strong jaw, and obvious assets—that stood out. It was unusual in a galaxy full of oddities and eight armed squid people. Where had she seen it before?

“It’s a pleasure. So. Let us do away with the pleasantries. Where are you from? You must tell us how you came to meet our lovely Faye.”

Our. It was a habit. It was Adron’s sister, and thus, she felt a sting of protectiveness. It was the least she could do after threatening her with varying degrees of bodily harm.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: Barge (Objective 1)
Tags: TBD

Another day, another party with the Confederacy. In truth, Alwine was beginning to tire of these. It had been too long since she'd gone on a mission with the Knights Obsidian, had sunk her teeth or her vines into an enemy that didn't know any better. On Stewjon, she had the prey in the forests to take care of her blood lust, but after the death of her mother, she discovered that this no longer satisfied her. Hunting was fun, but it was more on the recreational side of things. There was a hunger that prickled beneath her skin now.

In truth, she did not understand it. When she took lives, even those of enemies, she felt no joy at it, no satisfaction. Her complete and utter apathy to it had more than once worried her. Yet without it, the prickling occurred, demanding blood, demanding life. She had wanted to discuss it with her brothers, yet it seemed there was never any time, especially now that she had accepted the position on Stewjon.

Leaning against the railway of the barge, Alwine sighed and looked at the landscapes. They were supposed to be beautiful, she knew. That would be what others have said and would be saying when this party was conclude. A few would say it in order to schmooze their way into important conversations. There were few conversations that would happen this day that Alwine thought she would be able to consider important. No. Most likely, there would be none. Those that she deemed impotent were not for places such as this in any way.

Pushing herself off the edge of the barge, the petite woman began to make her way towards the bar. Perhaps a few mugs of mead would help her swallow the bitter feelings.

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

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Location: Ropagi II [Kaloder City]
Objective: Night of Celebration
Appearance: XXX
Tag: [member="Aiden"]

Off Duty, he said. It’ll be fine, he said. Right.

Naedira hated being off duty. She hated being off the clock. There was something unsettling about the lack of structure that made her want to turn right around and find the nearest tablet to sign in for extra hours. She had wrapped herself in a thin dark covering for the trip in the rather obvious JV-7 escort shuttle. Space, as a matter of fact, could be quite cold and she’d made too many mistakes in the past assuming that climate control would be enough to ensure she didn’t freeze without Tapas.

She was doubly-glad that she had read the invitation correctly. There were two sides to this event. The floating barge for those of higher standing and a general madhouse-rave in the cities beneath it all. Aiden had informed her that they would be attending the latter. He had neglected to inform her, until the last moment that whilst they would be attending, he was not requesting her presence as a Knight Obsidian. Tonight, after their recent escapades, he sought her company for unofficial reasons.

When the ship settled she excused herself to put her outerwear somewhere safe. Naedira caught sight of her reflection in one of the ships viewing ports and felt a sense of nostalgia. Aside from the lack of length to her skirt, it reminded her of something she might have worn for a gathering on Naboo before everything went south. It was light, airy, and befitting of a young woman.

She just didn’t feel like herself. Her Obsidian Strike Armor had become a second skin, her best friend, and the most expensive thing in her closet. It was the betterment of all not to even get her started on her lack of weaponry. It wasn’t as if they’d been specifically banned from the event, however, the auburn-haired warrior simply had nowhere to put them. She couldn’t wander the streets of Kaloder with a sword half the length of her body openly strapped to her back.

At best, she had a small blade tucked into her boot and a few tiny items hidden. It would have to do.

When she walked from the ship, down the ramp, the Viceroy of Stewjon seemed to be staring at her. His eyes were bright, so bright, that even in the dark that gaze could not be mistaken. The curving woman swallowed hard and looked down. Was her clothing not appropriate? She couldn’t see where that was a problem because he wasn’t even wearing a shirt. The Knight had donned something surprisingly playful. A black and brown top that was cropped, exposing her midriff, and a taupe colored skirt with a thick belt to keep it where it belonged. Keeping with the casual memo she’d received she had on a pair of knee-high dark-leather boots.

Typically, her hair was pulled back fully in a braid, or a bun, or anything that would keep it out of her eyes. Tonight she left it down with only a few decorative braids running through it.

Aiden broke the staring contest and Naedira finally felt her body un-freeze. For a moment he’d left her feeling like a furry wood-land creature caught in the headlights of a land speeder. His frame of mind could be hard to truly discern, however, his needs were typically simple. Food, fight, sleep. At least that was what she had observed thus far. The sounds of music trilling through the air and laughing people poured in as he immediately returned to the status quo. It was his favorite game. Bait, Naedira.

“Be careful what you wish for Viceroy…We can argue the entirety of this night…”, Nae trailed off lightly, her voice carrying a touch of unintended velvet, “If you want to.”

She passed him slowly as her hands came to settle on her hips. The whole city, as far as she could see, seemed to be covered in lights and filled to the brim with vendors and dancing. Cinnamon flecked eyes turned toward Aiden, inspecting him briefly, before she nodded her head toward one of the many booths boasting the ‘best ale’ in town. Despite her initial reservations, there was a flicker of excitement teasing around the base of her spine at the prospect of forgetting her work for the evening. Or, perhaps it was at the thought of spending time with Aiden.

She would stubbornly never admit to either. Ever since Aikhibba…Things had been different. Nae couldn’t put her finger exactly on what had changed, when they briefly shared one another’s sight, but it was definitely altered.

“But first, just like our last party, you can buy me a drink. Surprise me.”

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: 2 (nightclub)
Wearing: Dress | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots
Tags: TBD

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The end of the year was quickly approaching. The Silver Jedi Winter Ball, the Sith Empire Winter Ball, other Balls, balls krakking everywhere.

Madalena was tired of it. She was tired of attending parties and going home alone, she was tired of being the only one on the scene not to have a single drink all night, she was tired of things coming to such a screeching halt that she felt like she was falling on most of the fronts in her life. And now she was here, at another party, again. She hadn't asked Josh to accompany her this time. She didn't feel like interfering with any of her girlfriends who would either not attend or attend with a date.

She did not enjoy being like this. Not at all. Up until not too long ago, she was happy. She had so few cares in the 'verse. Whatever it was that was going on, she hoped it would end soon. She wanted to go back to being carefree, to screaming while falling from the sky, to dancing wildly… She wanted that life again. A life of adrenaline, running from mission to mission, and dancing in between.

For now… All she could do was either take on a mission, or come here and look for a distraction. Distractions had won.

Madalena was standing by the bar, trying to decide which drink to start the night with.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Palace Barge | Time: Late Morning | Attire: Suitcoat | Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Faye Malvern"] [member="Brayden Antares"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Lady Kay"] | Post: III

Crystal blue eyes locked on Alessandra the moment she mentioned Thaere Privo. The Exarch was not entirely surprised his lover had found out about a more than interesting night the man had with his counterpart [member="Srina Talon"]. They had been in public and shared more than their share of affections, far more. It had all been under the command of a love potion, used to spike the wine for the evening and causing most of the partygoers to experience false emotions. Never the less, the Exarch was not quite thrilled to be confronted on this matter, especially not now of all times.

The whit that came next from Alessandra showed she must have known the entire story, thank The Force. Had she not known Adron's had been intoxicated by the love potion there was sure to be far less talking and far more flames produced to take off the Exarch's head. Not unlike the night Alessandra had met his own sister, wrapped in his arms with a kiss placed on the crown of her head. Another night where the drinks had been spiked....Perhaps it would be conducive for him to hire a taste tester?

"Alessandra..." He was cut off when she spoke a statement he knew to be true. He should have told her and in all honesty he had intended to....eventually. He did not respond to her words, but instead gave her a nod of understanding. "We'll talk about it later. We have much to talk about later, actually." He said, rather cryptically. Once Faye had finally crested the steps and made her way over, she was greeted with a warm hug and the softest whisper. "You look magnificent." He assured her, before she pulled herself from his arms to move on to Alessandra. Adron eyed the man before him with a certain interest. He seemed capable and certainly someone of decency if Faye dared to be seen with him, especially in a place like this. The man's eyes were the tell-tale sign of his lineage, and bought him some merit with Adron. Though the House of Antares was....unconventional to say the least, they had been faithfully serving The Confederacy for years, which meant a good deal to Adron.

He took the man's hand, firm and sure while still sizing him up a bit. "Brayden Antares. I am sure the pleasure is ours." When Alessandra began to speak, Adron arched a brow at her with notable interest. She was a magnificent woman in every fiber of the word, yet he interjected before she could truly get started. "Where are our manners, Alessandra? This palace represents the seat of our House. We cannot welcome a guest without the proper order of events, now can we?" The way Adron was insistent that the palace represented their House would not be missed, it was a hinting to something and a ritual the man had gotten into.

His hand rose to the air, for the briefest of moments, before he called one of the servers to his side. Again, the silver tray would flash before them, filled with flutes of golden liquid. The fine wines of Serenno had been imported from across the galaxy, and the wine would flow for hours to come. Adron replaced his empty flute for a fresh one, before his crystal blue eyes were locked on Faye and Alessandra. "Now. Where did you meet Francesca?" His eyes drifted amusingly over to his sister before taking a sip of the golden liquid in his hands. "And more importantly....Can you defend her?" He challenged with an amused, yet serious glint in his eye. Adron was very protective of his younger sister, so any man who wished to stand with her had to show some form of will.

 

[Amilthi Camlenn]

Location: Palace Barge | Appearance: xxx | Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Lady Kay"]

It was a long time since Amilthi had exposed herself, or been exposed, to such a radically new kind of situation, and she couldn't deny that the prospect was making her deeply uncomfortable. But she recognised this and put it down as something to be overcome, and on some level she relished the challenge.

It started with something so trivial as clothes. Adron had insisted that she should attend a reception on Ropagi II on occasion of the planet’s accession to the Confederacy, and been adamant that her usual attire simply would not do. Yet she could not help but appreciate his considerateness in sending her to a tailor and paying for a dress without any questions asked, which had made it easy to take her mind off the wastefulness of it: at the proximal level, it was just a matter of redistributing money from Adron, who had entirely too much of it, to the proficient and assiduous craftsman.

As they were on their way through hyperspace, Amilthi was now kneeling in the floor in her suite aboard the Veil, wearing the same dress. It felt wrong, and it made her self-conscious to be aware of how much of her skin was exposed by it. In preparation for tomorrow’s event, she would meditate on these unfamiliar sensations.

She quieted her mind and focussed her attention on the irksome feeling of the straps on the skin if her shoulders. She soon began to notice that it was not constant, but was really only a sequence of individual burst if sensation that flickered in and out of existence. The moments in-between began to fill with an uneasy anticipation of the next instance - and then, after some time if observing this process, something snapped and the emotional valence of the sensations disappeared. They just were. And so, over the span of sone considerable time, she repeated the process for all the areas of her body that felt strange and uncomfortable. She noticed at the periphery of her attention how various tiny tensions slowly went away and her back almost imperceptibly straightened, settling naturally into an optimal position of minimal effort.

When she finally rose from the floor, the awkwardness had fallen off and she felt much freer, now that the sensation of the air on her skin and the absence of cloth no longer asserted itself so vigorously at the forefront of her consciousness.

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The whole setting was nothing if not ostentatious. Amilthi understood the concept of a costly signal and recognised that such things were sometimes a necessity, but this affair struck her altogether as too self-indulgent. It wasn't made any better by the fact that she felt fundamentally irrelevant to it - and it to her. She found herself resenting Adron for having brought her here, but took it as an occasion to remind herself that she understood quite well why he had done so and couldn't entirely deny the legitimacy of his motives. To function in this sort of environment was a skill, coming naturally to some while others, like herself, innately lacked it. But that did not mean that it could not be acquired, or that it was not potentially useful to do so.

To think so clearly of the irrelevancy of it all, the fact that she almost certainly had few or no concerns in common with most people here and nothing to offer them, was clearly the wrong mindset. She looked around for a different one. There was, after all, a small chance that she might meet an interesting person and make a beneficial connection after all, and given that she was already here and couldn't exactly escape the situation, to pursue this possibility, however remote, was the rational course of action, as there was no better use of her time available. She could hardly stand in a corner and meditate. But she simply could not convince herself that the chance was of a significant magnitude, and the cool, rational recognition of its existence proved insufficiently motivating. It was simply impossible to translate it into any enthusiasm - whose absence would likely be noticeable and sabotage the whole endeavour. This mindset simply wouldn't work.

Suddenly it occurred to her that she could view the matter under an entirely different aspect: as a practice exercise in perception. To some of her fellow Jedi, people were an open book. They could apprehend their emotions with easy and observe in detail how they reacted to various stimuli, which in turn made it easier to establish pattern and learn to provoke one or the other reaction by way of normal sentient interaction, without resorting to forcing their will upon others in a more violent way. It was a skill Amilthi did not call her own, and what better arena to practice than a room full of people that were mutually inconsequential for her? A smile fleeted over her lips and a certain playful excitement arose when she had discovered this angle.

Adron was occupied with his family and had thankfully made no effort to pull her into those affairs. That was a minefield which she had no particular desire to navigate. As her eyes wandered around the room, she spotted, very much to her surprise, the Commenorean royal couple. She had not understood this as an event where foreign political figures were to be expected, and wondered why, and by whom, they had been invited, and what their reasons for attending were. After the mess they had somehow made of Commenor, it was natural for them to seek ties to a more powerful political entity, but it would have been natural to put themselves under the protection of the Silver Jedi Order or join the New Republic and gather political influence there as they apparently liked to do. What the Confederacy should have to do with any of it was unclear, and potentially significant to find out.

It had been some years since her last meeting with the Jedi master, and both of them had visibly aged in the turmoil that their domain had undergone. Amilthi, personally, was not particularly looking forward to their company, but with a goal in mind, it was easy to push this consideration aside, and she approached her fellow Jedi with a smile.

"Master Arenais. Your Majesty", she politely greeted the royal couple with a bow. It was not the most appropriate thing to do in such a dress as she was wearing, but old habits were not so easily extinguished.

 

[Faye Malvern]

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Location: Palace Barge | Time: Late Morning | Wearing: xxx | Tags: [member=Brayden Antares] - [member=Darth Tacitus] - [member=Adron Malvern] | Post: Three​

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The confusion that spilled from Brayden after her statement was deeply amusing to Faye. Out of all the things you could miss out on in life he was fortunate to have missed out on the nervousness that came with meeting your soul mates family. For a moment she was almost jealous. Nervousness had wrecked her bones the minute Madalena had walked up to them on Thaere Privo, as it had done when they had stepped off his ship and onto his home world. In response to his question she simply smiled. A rather bold, reassuring smile to show him there was nothing to be worried about. He was probably better off that way, not knowing or recognizing how far up the ladder Adron truly was. Then again, Brayden's position definitely rivaled and perhaps even entirely surpassed her brothers.

'Very well, thank you.' She responded to Ale, nodding her head to go along with her statement. 'How a-...' Before she could even ask the same question back Alessandra had spilled over into a series of questions for Brayden. It felt entirely strange having people who cared enough to question the company she kept, strange in a wonderfully comforting way. However, she knew Brayden would be less than pleased with the intimate details of where he came from. Faye was about to interject when Adron took the opportunity to do it for her. The exchange between the two men happened quickly and, for a minute or two, it seemed Brayden would get away without a grilling from either of them. She was almost entirely wrong. Adron's question made her cringe. Ordinarily she would have held the expression back but it manifested on her face in the form of a frown that made her lower lip stick out slightly. 'Adron.' She almost hissed as she spoke, mostly out of embarrassment as opposed to maliciousness. 'I don't mind the first question but I must say I'm offended you think I need someone to defend me. Not that Brayden isn't up to the task.'

Her mouth was half way open to try and steer the conversation elsewhere when a familiar force signature crept over her skin, causing goosebumps to rise on her lightly tanned forearms. The sensation seemed to be coming from someone she had met a long time ago, or perhaps only met briefly. It clicked suddenly, the wolf girl. The last person in the entire Galaxy Faye wanted to be here right now. She couldn't exactly blame the woman for the occurrences that night. She could, however, blame her for her overly dramatic reaction and her deep desire to talk to Brayden about that night, whatever that meant. There was no bad blood between the two, it was simply a matter of Faye preferring to avoid the woman who had kissed her soul mate. She was sure Brayden felt the same in regards to Gerwald, who she had spent a portion of that night with. Faye said nothing, she rather suspected Brayden knew the exact reason why she had chosen to remain tight lipped instead of answering either of Adron's question herself. A moment later she had equip herself with a glass, similar in style to Adron's and filled with it's own sparkling gold liquid.

'I think perhaps Brayden can tell you the story of how we met.' Faye spoke quickly, choosing to distract herself from the unwelcome sensation of the wolf woman's signature pressing up against her. Her head turned so she could offer her lover a comforting smile, one hand flicked strands of raven hair over her bare shoulders. 'I'm sure he'll weave a more elegant tale than I.' Of course she could have told the story herself, but she was rather interested in Brayden's version. There wasn't much too it but, as Faye had recently found out on their trip to Endelaan, perspective changes everything.

 

[Lirka Ka]

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To those more uninitiated souls, and there were many of them, it seemed as though if Lirka held no regard for proper regal at such parties like this. While so many came in fine suits and flowing dresses, she wore heavy plates of battle armor: like a Dewback in a herd of Banthas. They, of course, were young and ignorant members of the Galaxy: the (not so) beloved Sephi brute embraced such elegance in other ways, it merely took an eye with a knack for the finer details. The fine edges of the plates, the disturbingly straight lines that made those edges, and for those who looked closer than all the rest: the immensely tiny engravings that covered that suit of armor head to toe. But, alas, few had such an eye.

But it didn't bother her. She was here for a reason and that was that.

Such a reason more or less came down entirely to the better booze, but the prospect of beasts did leave her more than enticed into coming: she which ones she had fought before and see just which species she planned on fighting later. Always violence: that little quirk was what made her so unfit for parties like this, or the perfect reason why she kept to herself instead of chattering with the richies and nobility.

And with such a thing in mind, the Sephi went off to horde as much booze as she could hold; like she was some sort of crazed rat, and found a nice place to settle in and look off to the view. It was passable...didn't quite see what everyone was so ecstatic about: the booze on the other hand? Much better than that.