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

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: 2
Wearing: Dress | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots
Tags: [member="Aiden"] [member="Naedira Darcrath"] [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]

"Cardinal it is, then," she nodded, trying to give the man a little smile. She managed to down two more shots before he said he buys plants from different planets he visited.

Madalena's smile at that was genuine. She had seen the amount of plants Cardinal kept in his office, but she would never have guessed that it was one from each planet under any circumstances. She was great with animals and even greater with weapons, but flora was just not on the list of things she knew about. But it was a nice thing to know, though she wasn't sure why exactly yet.

Nodding with enthusiasm at the chance to leave, Madalena almost jumped out of the bar stool she'd been sitting on with Cardinal's help, and slightly leaned into him as the two began to walk.

Something began to tug in the back of Madalena's mind. For a moment, she thought… No, that was impossible. Perhaps the alcohol had affected her somewhat. Her senses were picking up a family member that was not Brayden. But that was impossible; Brayden was the only person she had in her family. Her parents had told them time and time again that they were only children, that their parents were dead, that there weren't other siblings of theirs. She set it out of her mind, returning her gaze to Cardinal.

"Do you have a favorite plant?" she asked, "or how about a favorite planet?"

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

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


Oops. It was the only word that popped into her mind when things changed. It was plebian, childish, and unbefitting of a Knight but it was all she had. If it had been anyone else Naedira might not have noticed so keenly. Most people were animated to the point of exhaustion, but pulling emotion from Aiden was an art form she had yet to master. The shift in him would have been considered subtle by most standards. Silent. Yet, because it was him, it spoke volumes. Oops. Because, she wasn’t as good at keeping her thoughts to herself as she thought she was.

Oops, because somehow, he knew exactly where her mind had unintentionally gone.

The small smile he issued caused unbidden warmth to spread up her neck. Olive-toned skin took on the barest blush and chestnut-eyes flickered down to the top of the bar. It was an unfamiliar feeling that she’d deliberately done her best to avoid in the past. A soft breeze stirred her hair, tussling waves and gentle curls, as butterflies emerged in her stomach. Her momentary respite ended when the Viceroy spoke her name. Apologizing. Wonders, apparently, never ceased. “You misunderstand me Aiden…”

“It wasn’t uncomfortable.”

It was dizzying. Warm, all-encompassing. The admission caused her to reach up and run her fingers through her hair briefly, pulling it back, before she took another sip of whiskey. Unsurprisingly he was already ordering another. Naedira had a strong constitution, but, she knew to pace herself. Especially, when something else, or someone else, was already clouding her judgment.

Braving the sight of him once more, his smile, his silver-green eyes, was almost her undoing. His candid nature chipped away at all of the walls she had intentionally raised. He barreled through years of isolation and self-imposed control as if it were nothing. When he spoke next it was timed with an unfortunate sip of her drink. Somehow, she managed to get it down, but that was a miracle in itself. Her body tensed, visibly, and it would become clear that the tide of her internal battle had shifted. Luminous eyes were filled with things unspoken—of things she had forgotten how to say.

Things he seemed to take great pleasure in causing her to remember.

“What you want to do and need to do are two different things.”

She almost sounded like herself. Almost. Were it not for the breathy note to her otherwise steady vocals Naedira could have nearly convinced herself that she wasn’t suddenly feeling ten degrees too warm. As often as they spent time with one another, this sense of desire, was relatively new. Her iron will cracked. Just a little. Her hand reached for his and slender digits wrapped around his, tugging it free from the tumbler, before she brought it to her face. A simple movement…

Nothing really, in the grand scheme of things, but for Naedira to initiate contact… It was something. Her cheek turned so that his palm pressed against it and her eyes closed, briefly, while she settled. Aiden was always warm. Her hand remained partially wrapped around his holding it close. Jus that small piece of him left the auburn-haired woman breathless. Her chest felt tight, though, her heart seemed to have a mind of its own. Fluttering, rapidly, as if her chest was a cage with a trapped bird inside.

“Duty, family, first.”

She could wait.

Probably.

 

[Lirka Ka]

It seemed all but natural for Lirka to never just sit down and enjoy herself for more than an hour. Moved too much, now, maybe the amount of booze she had been consuming did help. As he little rat stash of booze had quickly run out, and drunkenly the woman stood from her fine little alcove on the barge and began another of her mighty trips back to the bar. Stumbling up her heavy metal boots made a half stomp, hey, it wasn't too different from the ladies and all their shiny heels...well...except here's were metal, and made for combat, and given mag locks: okay, maybe they weren't that similar. But regardless the Sephi made her way to the bar with what could only be described as the opposite of elegant grace.

But as she made her way back to that lovely little heaven on the barge, a woman caught her eye: that small one she had fought during that one wargame. The one who should have been recovering from a broken, but alas, things didn't work out that way and it was Lirka who had been thrown into the medbay...again. But regardless, seemed like Lirka had found something to cure her boredom with this place with something other than drinking.

Moving behind the much smaller woman, making sure to cast some sort of a shadow Lirka's heavily accented voice spoke out what could best be called a greeting to the Confederacy's favorite lunatic: holding a slight slur to it, to little shock.

"So, would this be an inappropriate place to snap you over my knee?"

Disturbingly enough, it seemed Lirka actually had a sense of humor.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: Barge (Objective 1)
Tags: [member="Lirka Ka"]

Alwine had received her giant mug of mead and was standing in the warm sunlight, sipping slowly from it. Normally, she tended to down the first mug in as few gulps as possible, but as she had no one to toast with that day, she preferred to take her time, enjoying the bitter honey taste. It was not great mead, but it was better than most that she'd had since leaving Stewjon. As she knew that she would be returning to Stewjon soon enough, the Lupine made a mental note to purchase a few kegs for her and her brothers. Gerwald and Varick, she hoped, would be delighted with some of the better things from their home available at the tips of their fingers again, even if for only a little while.

She heard the sounds of heavy boots long before the shadow was cast over her. Alwine was a tiny woman, needing to stand up straight and keep her core muscles engaged just to hit her full potential of five feet in height. Pretty much everyone towered over her wherever she went. But this one who was casting her shade did not merely tower over her. She was larger than her brothers too, and Alwine knew who it was before she scented her.

The gargantuan female from the war game.

"It would," Alwine said with an indifferent voice as she took another sip before turning around to look up at her. By the gods, she was a large woman. The Shield Maidens on Stewjon would have celebrated her without expecting her to show any battle skill at all. All she was missing was some chin hair and maybe a wart or two. "But I do not expect big brainless brutes to know the subtleties of behavior adjustments required based on the social settings they find themselves in."

Shots. Fired.

 

[Lirka Ka]

“O eisi eil ailondrorolal var, shasaelia shysia os tia eiraelol. Eil aelael jhaer mai si aelaesia air shyr saji sai shael o ailai solia volaer, jhori shystal.”

Lirka too had her own little cat claws, but when Lirka shot back it was in Sephi as to avoid actually having to break the small woman over her knee. Though...considering her intoxicated state it would likely be more like breaking her over her shin, or wherever else she’d put her after she’d miss. Her little bout was easily summarized by “insignificant rat”, “unworthy of my attention”, and of course “little woman”. The joys of knowing one of the lesser known languages of the Galaxy.

“Your first mistake was thinking me little more than a brute, small one. Second one was callin’ me it, but don’t worry. I’m not going to break you, yet. Or at least not break ya’ back.”

In truth, Lirka laughed. A hardy thing, to little shock considering just how ridiculously massive she was...maybe that was why she nevermind wore anything in the vague style of a dress. Without asking, she sat herself down next to her “old foe”, and like the seasoned alcoholic she was, quickly shot off her order.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: Barge (Objective 1)
Tags: [member="Lirka Ka"]

"Am I meant to be moved by you cursing me in a language you know I do not speak?" the Lupine asked with a frown. Oh, she could guess that there were at least a few descriptive words regarding her in that mass of verbiage, but she would never ask this mammoth of a female for the precise translation.

"You will not be breaking any part of me," Alwine announced, still standing as straight as she could. With the massive female sitting, they were almost of the same height now. This was a preferable situation to the petite. "I have every intention of remaining as whole as possible for as long as I still draw breath."

Sipping from her mead again, chocolate brown eyes stared at the beastly woman. "And you are drunk," she noted, raising her nose ever so slightly.

 

[Lirka Ka]

“If you actually knew what I was sayin’ then I’d just have to break you. Or snap something else.”

Lirka let out another laugh, she was far from serious this time around. It was simple banter to her drunken self and not too much else.

“Now that is just a quitter attitude, always something to break. And besides! Life isn’t fun if you aren’t locked into the medbay with multiple breakages.”

Lirka grinned, she was also painfully open about just how much she was hurt in the line of duty. Even during the war games she was stuck in the medbay after most of her leg was torn apart by that slug. Such was life of course.

“And who says I wasn’t always drunk!”

[member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: Barge (Objective 1)
Tags: [member="Lirka Ka"]

"There will be no snapping," Alwine said with a calm and even tone, "what is this language, anyway?" She wished she was someone who had enough galactic knowledge to at least be able to pick up what it was, even if not understand it, but she was not. Alwine's knowledge of languages ended with Stewjoni and Basic, and her ear could not recognize the other languages she heard by sound alone.

"I spent a day in a bacta tank once," she admitted, "it is not something I would like to do again in the foreseeable future."

It had been a… A training accident. Better a training accident than a battle field accident though. The first minutes had been interesting, a new experience for the Lupine inside the healing waters. But it had gotten old, and fast, and she had asked to be sedated for the remaining hours she had left to remain in there. It was… Easier, that way.

Now for the last question…

For the first time that day, Alwine smiled. "Where I am from, there are warriors who purposefully get drunk before they enter combat," she said, "but they also tend to have the highest rate of casualties and injuries."

 

[Lirka Ka]

“Oh don’t be so boring.”

Lirka finally got her drink, swiftly shooting down practically half of the thing once it appeared.

“Sephi, Thustran. Depends who you ask.”

She felt no real reason to really go and hide her language, Lirka wasn’t big on hiding where she was from or her past on Thustra, she just didn’t talk about it. Good old Princess Lirka, so long ago. So unfitting now,

“On Seltos I suffered 4 broken ribs, most of my scalp burnt off, I suffered....13? blaster wounds. Among other nonsense. Good fun, can’t live till you nearly die. Not even considering all that I fought on Choah!”

Lirka chuckled at such a concept, seems the booze made her “giggly”. Or at least, as giggly as the brutal woman would ever be.

“Sounds like my type of people. On my homeworld, we made art. Not much more exciting than that.”

[member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: Barge (Objective 1)
Tags: [member="Lirka Ka"]

Boring? A low growl escaped Alwine's throat, sounding nothing like what human vocal chords could ever produce. She had been called many things throughout her young life, but boring had never been a word that had been used. She moved her neck, releasing a loud crack, and put the names Sephi and Thustran to memory, to look up at another time.

"Sounds like you are an adept at getting needlessly injured," Alwine pointed out with obvious disapproval. There was no glory in being injured or in almost dying. Not when what you received in return for it was usually so little. "Just as I would expect from a big brutish female who only makes use of her size and not her mind."

Boom. Alwine's way of going about tossing insults was more subtle than the giant's, but she could handle her own.

"But your home world sounds dreadful," she admitted, finally taking a seat next to the woman. Were they… Bonding? Absolutely not. "On my home world, women were rarely permitted to fight at all. I was raised and trained as a servant. My brothers taught me how to fight in secret, but I did not truly begin to learn this until I joined the Confederacy some months ago."

She took another sip of her mead before looking at the drunk gigantic woman. "My name is Alwine." Fine. A little bonding.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay raised a brow slightly as it had seemed as though [member="Amilthi Camlenn"] didn't like their answers to her questions. Perhaps their lack of knowledge in what [member="Adron Malvern"] had been up to since he left CSA space was part in parcel as to why both [member="Veiere Arenais"] and herself were naive as to just what the Jedi was trying to get at. The lady was fishing for more information about the man for some odd reason. And neither Veiere nor herself knew of the reasoning's behind their own invitation to this celebration. Perhaps it was just for a night away? Or for economic purposes? Or to check on their well being after what they've been through this past year or so? It was very hard to say without speaking to their host.

"How does anyone make a friend? Everyone is different and cling to certain traits. He's kind, respectful and bold. All good qualities." Kay didn't delve into any details. There was no real need to as far as she could tell. "Perhaps you should talk with him yourself and discover for your own? There's no harm in that." At least then she'd get some of her answers. Kay and Veiere would have to talk to him soon anyways so that their curiosity over the invitation could be satiated as well. But all in good time. Hosts were always busy. She knew that. He'd get to them when he was able.

 

[WolfMortum]

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

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It seemed as though they had jumped to conclusions, misunderstanding [member="Amilthi Camlenn"]'s inquiry into [member="Adron Malvern"] entirely. "Forgive us..." Veiere lifted a hand in gentle suggestion, a chuckle escaping his lips as he hoped to elaborate on their part in the mishap; "Kay and I are too used to having to defend ourselves against the political ideals and views of the Galaxy outside of our own, I'm afraid. We don't mean to be rude...".

The truth was that it had been such a long time since Veiere had last met with Adron, that he could scarcely remember the mans ideals. As far as his personality was concerned, he had been a fair man and one whom seemed to pride himself on his business at the time. He had been an Imperial Moff, if Veiere recalled accurately. "Adron always appeared to be professional, in my experience. Though it's been a great many years since our last run-in together" his gaze left their immediate discussion, turning his attention to the rest of the crowded barge, wondering if he might spot their host.

"It was certainly a kind surprise to receive the invitation; it's been difficult to know where we stand in the views of the larger powers residing over our Galaxy these days. I'm afraid I don't know a heck of a lot with regards to the Confederacy, but back in the Galactic Empire, I believe Adron was very well regarded and quite high within their ranks. I don't recall ever having to question the man's integrity" Veiere concluded with a smile, turning to glance back to the Jedi Knight.

"He certainly didn't appear the like of the Sith Empire" Veiere added, the notion of his being a Sith Lord still seated at the back of his mind. Something that he was glad to be aware of, yet wouldn't wish to judge the man purely on title alone. After-all, as he had already expressed, Veiere preferred to speak on an even keel with others, and judgements rarely brought any good to a conversation.

Spoiler

[member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Alessandra Creed"], [member="Faye Malvern"], [member="Brayden Antares"], [member="Zoe Rosella"], [member="Aiden"], [member="Damsy Callat"], [member="Alora Fae"], [member="Darth Tacitus"], [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Lirka Ka"], [member="Alwine Lechner"], [member="Naedira Darcrath"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"].

 

[Amilthi Camlenn]

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

The Queen of Commenor gave a typical politician's answer, and Amilthi was sure she wasn't entirely succeeding at concealing her annoyance at such platitudes.

"Perhaps it's you who ought to talk to him", she retorted pertly. "You might find that your friend has changed... or that you never really knew him."

Veiere's words appeased her, even to the point of a reassuring smile appearing on her lips when he apologised for his previous unnecessary defensiveness. It was a strange and unfamiliar experience to feel that she had, on some level, power over him and his emotions.

"You are quite right, he is very unlike them and has no kind words to say about them. But he is very proud of being, in his own words, 'not a good man'. Don't let me detain you - you might find the conversation with him interesting."

She couldn't help but wonder if Adron's story was really so commonplace as to be yet another instance of corruption through power.

 

[Lirka Ka]

"A noise like that is very unfitting of a girl like you."

Lirka let out another laugh. Downing the rest of drink with little care, impressive just how much booze this woman could drown. Raised the question if she was just in an eternal state of being hungover...not horribly unlikely. No wonder she was so angry all the time.

"How old are you, jhori kos? But my name is Lirka."

Age was grossly important to how Ka would move through the concept of her seemingly brutish existence, she seemed young enough. But it was always nice to check. Ancient old Lirka had some strange ways of talking to the "kids" when she was drunk, more so than usual.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay was growing quite uncomfortable. It was much in the same way when Yasha had brought her to the Sith Emperor's ball. So much was spoken and not spoken about her being there and yet she had remained for the sake of her niece. And now she was here for Force knows what?

What did the rest of the Galaxy think of herself and [member="Veiere Arenais"] ? Not much. But then again, it has always been that way. During the many meetings with the heads of each powerful political government, both her and Veiere's words and opinions fell on deaf ears. It didn't matter how big their territory was or how much their economies were worth. It was the fact that they didn't partake in the constant battles within one territory or the next that kept them far from anyone's minds. Unless of course it was to be made fun of. Hopefully tonight wouldn't be one of those times too.

Given that Veiere seemed to be more known and well received, Kay just remained quiet while he conversed with [member="Amilthi Camlenn"] .

 

[WolfMortum]

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

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[member="Amilthi Camlenn"] didn't seem to give too much consideration towards how she would respond to his wife, [member="Lady Kay"], causing Veiere's head to lift in a half nod, both surprise and recognition of the woman's apparent bias towards them, confirmed. Through their connection within the Force, Veiere was an open book for Kay to read, and though he feigned complacency on the outside, she would feel his frustration for their peer's behavior.

He wasn't in the position to judge, at-least not without owning part of the blame for the way the Jedi were taught to refrain themselves from looking down upon others with any given bias, yet this one wasn't exactly proving to be an enjoyable conversationalist, especially when every response came in something of a patronizing demeanor towards he and his Wife.

"Don't let me detain you - you might find the conversation with him interesting".​

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"Like-wise" Veiere dipped his head in acknowledgement, soon taking Kay's arm in his once more and before taking their leave, giving their farewell; "Do enjoy the Party. After all, [member="Adron Malvern"] was generous enough to invite us all" He smiled politely, though he also hoped that she might take his meaning and realize she was speaking ill of their Host. This was the sort of negativity that Veiere loathed from politics, both within and outside of the Jedi Order. It seemed he would never escape that age old gripe that he had with those who claimed to be Jedi, yet acted without the Virtue they were meant to have been taught during their student years.

Leaving Amilthi to her own means while he and his wife moved off through the crowded floor, Veiere released a shallow sigh under his breath in resignation. Veiere knew all to well that he was the last person to lecture anyone on the virtue of the Jedi, given how miserably he had failed in the recent years. It was why he didn't bring it up in discussion, other than to imply simple manners as a guest of the Confederacy and the House Malvern.

"Must it always be this way?" He muttered quietly, though Kay would hear his question given their closeness. Veiere wasn't a man to put on a front, he sought to talk to people openly and honestly, to stand on the same level with those he shared a discussion with...-Yet it could be so discouraging at times to see just how antagonistic or fake some people could be.

Spoiler: Tags

[member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Alessandra Creed"], [member="Faye Malvern"], [member="Brayden Antares"], [member="Zoe Rosella"], [member="Aiden"], [member="Damsy Callat"], [member="Alora Fae"], [member="Darth Tacitus"], [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Lirka Ka"], [member="Alwine Lechner"], [member="Naedira Darcrath"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"].

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[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: Barge (Objective 1)
Tags: Lirka Ka

"I am not a girl," Alwine almost hissed at the big woman, "girl is a Human term. I am a Lupine."

To be technical, lots of Lupine girls were actually called girls. Or at least, so she thought, though she hadn't known any other Lupine girls. Alwine had frequently been called that when she was younger, and still was from time to time since her tiny stature meant people often mistook her for someone much younger in years than she actually was. She hated the word. Always used to try to peg her down even more. It was a disgusting word when used like that.

"What does jhori kos mean?" came an inquiring question. It sounded like a title, the way she called her brothers dalniyuk no matter what language they were speaking. But there was no reason this mammothly beastly woman would call her a term of endearment.

Her age had been asked for. On Stewjon, it seemed most people lived more or less the same average amount. But since leaving Stewjon, Alwine had come across species that lived much shorter and much longer lifespans, rendering a mere number to be a completely useless thing when given without context.

"Old enough to be wedded and bedded," she answered, "and would have probably been recently had I not left the world upon which I was raised. And you?"

 

[Lirka Ka]

“You are a girl, because I am your elder.”

Lirka always was gruff, even if she did have that drunken jolly attitude. Everyone was either a boy, girl, or some sort of derogatory term to her. Such was the way the Sephi went about things.

“Jhorti is little, you can go have fun trying to figure out the rest.”

She let out another laugh, that was moreso just a bit of fun prodding at the small little girl over an actual jest, not enough hatred in her drunken heart right now.

“127 standard years.”

Sephi were known for living a long time.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Dress
Location: Barge (Objective 1)
Tags: [member="Lirka Ka"]

"Being old and fat does not make you my elder," Aline shot back at the Sephi. The Lupine had absolutely no intention of taking sass from anyone based on an age difference. Age made no one wiser, and most people in the galaxy were too stupid to learn from experience. Days not murdered did not count in her book.

Jhorti meant little. She did not know what kos meant, but it sounded like something dirty. Still, Alwine would accept it, for now. Everyone seemed to give her nicknames based on her size. It was quickly getting old, but she was becoming accustomed to it by now.

Taking her mead mug back in her hands, Alwine allowed herself some sips before speaking again. "What is your position with the Confederacy, jatha'la rewt uss?"

Yeah… Alwine could play the nickname in another language game too.

 

[Lirka Ka]

“Alas, Jhorti Kas, the only one who could be considered remotely fat here is you.”

Lirka threw her head back with a hardy chuckle, she knew calling any of them “fat” was ridiculous: the Sephi herself was just a literal walking brick of muscle, and Alwine herself was far from being fat at all. But, banter for the sake of banter was enjoyable.

She threw out her hand, signaling for another drink: already burning through the first one she had gotten. Seasoned alcoholic indeed.

“Gone through a handful of positions, Iron Crusade, for some godsdamm reason a Mandalorian, but those shiny new “Dauntless Commandos” are where I stay.”

It was true, Lirka had gone through a ridiculous amount of positions.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]