The Ziost Affair [The Primeval][PM for late invite]

[Boethiah]

To receive visit from a guest so early was unexpected, the witch intentionally turned away from the crowd for the reason of being alone. Yet she did not deny him his request, without a word she gestured with his hand, waving to him that he may enter if he wished. Although she sat amongst knowledge, she hadn't decided to partake in it--in fact she had done nothing but sat in place. Truthfully, she was pondering upon many matters, some of which he may understand and others which he couldn't comprehend.

For a moment it looked as if she had forgotten his presence, then she blinked twice before turning her gaze towards the man she once taught a bit in magick. Still, no words came from her lips, she examined him like a scientist examined specimen in a jar. Her eyes seemed blank and without emotion, lacking in any sure sign of intentions. Then her hand tapped along the arm of the chair, following no apparent melody for a brief moment before stopping entirely.

[member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Vengeance"]


"Never, besides I've got my own" Hand held up the glass of whatever alcoholic beverage seemed to be on tap tonight. Judah had plans on nursing it for as long as possible. The drink was just something more to play around with when he got bored or nervous. Boredom was rare with Danger....nervous...well, the woman was constantly making him on edge.


Gently nudging her shoulder with his own, he couldn't help but laugh at her people watching observation.


"Yes, who doesn't love to see people scratch where the sun don't shine?"


Another wandered over to them, looking a bit lost. It was something Judah expected while standing on the sidelines. Edges of the party always attracted those who may not want to be seen. Or even be at the party. Hopefully the woman wouldn't turn into crab-cake guy all over again.


"Miss Truden, a pleasure." Judah flashed smile, half of it visible due to the mask. "I'm Judah, this is Darcy. What brings you over to this corner of the galaxy? People watching? Miss Darcy swears it doesn't get any more exciting than right here."


A flick of his gaze to Danger. He didn't mean to make up an identity for her on the spot but he did know the great lengths the woman was going to not to be recognized. He could respect that. About to ask more questions to their newcomer, another arrived to pass out business cards. Here he thought he could get away for one night.


"Consulting? Not sure a simple man such as myself is in use of such a service..."

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar watched her as he leaned against the entry way to the library, seemingly intrigued by the absolute amount of nothing [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] was not doing. He remained there even as she turned her attention to him and examined him. It wasn't until after she had finished tapping and returned to doing absolutely nothing that he bowed to her in farewell and left the library. He hadn't expected much beyond a hello, maybe a greeting, but there was nothing. And to be fair, he shouldn't of expected anything beyond that bit of nothing he was given.

As the man strode down the steps to the main floor once more he strode towards the exit. Noticing [member="Vengeance"] along the way, he offered a nod of farewell before striding out of the door and into the evening air. He spoke to a guard, his longsword being returned to him, within it's rather plain sheath. He slid it into place upon his back and then took his lightsaber as well.

"Thank you, gentlemen."

Vaulkhar turned away from the man and made his way into the town, seeking out his ship.

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Enoch noticed a woman enter the Citadel that looked remarkably like Greta, yet with her mask, he couldn't be sure. He didn't feel confident in his ability to recognize her through the Force, so he simply pulled out his comm, sending her a quick message.

Where are you?​

Meet me on the main floor.​

You'll recognize it by the big throne, and pillars, Blondie.​

~Enoch~​

Just then, Enoch felt a presence walk up behind him. Slipping the comm back into one of his pockets, Enoch turned to face him. Ah, the false king himself. Immediately, Enoch recognized the man who ruled the city of his enemies. Naga Itesak, and he would find himself greeted with a scowl. Enoch wasn't one for negotiating at the moment. Normally, he might consider it, but given the fact that he absolutely hated this party so far, he wouldn't. A treaty? Bah. So, he planned on offering some sort of deal? Enoch had his doubts, this man was probably just going to stab him with a dagger the minute he turned around.

"Ahh...yes, Naga, I believe. I'll let you know I have little interest in an agreement, nor do my people. They want you and the Primeval gone. Now, I might do my fair share of Primeval chats, I mean, look at this party, but I've convinced the idiots to trust me. Now, let's here it out..."

[member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Naga Itesak"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor couldn’t help a few glances to [member="Keira Ticon"], this socially awkward Dark Jedi who scrubbed up pretty well. As she busied herself with a creature who was certainly a warlord, aligned to the Dark from his aura, Connor slowly moved his head around to look over the Citadel. Floors above and below were in full swing, and it was hauntingly majestic to be around those he wasn’t here to make friends with but not here to kill – a strange truce, brought together by an urge to do something a little darker for the galaxy, to not always play by the rules.

But he was on the Light side, wasn’t he?

His gaze stopped on one who made his face tighten and eyes narrow - [member="Kana Truden"] was propping up a bar with others, and looking rather fetching in her new attire, but the bite she had taken from Connor on Ziost still burned, and he would love nothing more than to knock seven bells out of her now the gloves were off – but now wasn’t the time. She was certainly looking more out of her depth here.

Keira brought him back to reality as she broke away, leaving him with the warlord – this [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] – who slowly came to his mind as the one who had died while Keira was in his custody. He should be dead, right? The warrior looked imposing enough before Connor, who did his best to flash a diffusing smile.

”Pleasure to meet you. Sorry to hear about your passing, but if you don’t mind me saying, you look pretty good for a dead Sith.”

Glancing away, Connor couldn’t help get a little irked by the fact Keira now had gone to sit with another loner. What did he expect? She was here with him out of pity probably – now, for the time being, he was truly alone surrounded by Primeval monsters and facing a dead-undead Sith Lord.

Perfect.

 

[Kaster Sane]

[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"][member="Doctor Azure"]


He wasn't a fan of flashy parties, He preferred ti be in some dank scum ridden hell hole like Mos Eisley, But credits were credits and he was here and may as well make the best of it. So as he made his way to the bar, Quickly brushing a bit of fuzz from his designer tailored suit, He grumbled about the situation yet never took his sights off the woman or her husband.

Once by the bar he would settle onto a stool and order a drink before slowly spinning around to face the actual party and all its guests, Wondering just how many, like himself, had still managed to get a weapon of some kind past the security, If that's what you'd call it.

 

[Doctor Azure]

The question was one that Lor couldn't immediately answer. Normally, he might've simply guessed that most of the dishes were meat just dolled up to look nice. But this was a Primeval citadel on Ziost. One could not simply assume that all these foods were actually edible to him and Rawnie. He squinted, and the badly scrawled Aurebesh became clearer. At the sight of the words 'bacon-wrapped orobird', his mouth watered.​

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"Okay, well, that is safe for us to eat. Plus there's bacon in it... ooh, and seaweed."​

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Yum.​

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[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"]​

 

[Rapax]

Naga grinned a little hearing that the boy is merely using the rebels here ...he is quite the interesting creature but no matter business first. He spoke again to [member="Enoch Zambrano"] with a serious tone and some hesitance in his voice, " I have given much thought.......it would do the prime little good to have the both of us at each others throats like this.....and i dont see the point in wasting much valued resources in a pointless ceasefire that will simply tear the very world we seek to control into pieces, so after much thought and deliberation i have decided....to hand full control to you ..there are other worlds ...other planets to control and i have no intention of defileing anymore of this planets history"

 

[Kana Truden]

“Likewise, Mister Judah and-” Kana twitched for a brief moment as the acknowledgement of existence was received from [member="Keira Ticon"]. A rapid response of affirmation was sent back. No words were to be uttered between one another today. “Sorry. Right, where was I? Oh yes, good day to you too Miss Darcy. Sorry, I thought I saw someone behind you. I was mistaken.”

The former Jedi squinted for a second as she thought on why she was here. There was only really just the one answer to the question. “I’m not really sure... Why I am here...” Kana looked around the room. “I got myself an invitation, but don’t ask me what for. I have no idea.”

That’s when the blonde man, ‘Marcus Nichols’ arrived. A consultant. Kana disguised her skepticism at what she saw as a disguise of his true self. It was most likely the masks around the place that had her in a mild state of paranoia, but if he wanted to hide his real persona at a masquerade what business was it of hers?

It wasn’t, but she still had her odd sense of humor.

“Consulting? I used to work electronics and programming before I was forced to move.” Kana looked at Miss Darcy, then Judah, then Mister Nichols. “I mean, that’s what the small people tend to do when war knocks on their door. Or well, knocks down an entire city block in my case.”

“But enough about that.” Kana turned around to face the rest of the crowd. “I am sure most of us are just about as tired of the war as everyone else.”

“Unless you’re one of these people, I guess.”

[member="Judah Dashiell"] // [member="Danger Arceneau"] // [member="Vengeance"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Lorelei Darke"]

As one could have expected, there was a small grin plastered on his face when she pulled away. "Oh, I'm glad you like it." The selection had mostly been arbitrary. Anything that wasn't directly tied to corporate matters or the affairs of state were generally arbitrary. Unless wearing a specific color somehow increased revenue or avoided a civil war, it was safe to say as little thought as possible went into the whole thing. Thankfully he didn't have to regret that choice like he regretted his mask, pausing momentarily to touch the part that went over the bridge of his nose to make sure it didn't slide anywhere.

"How was your flight out? I hope the One Sith didn't protest terribly."

From what he understood, the One Sith were rather stingy when it came to letting monarchs under their thumb trapeze unsupervised about the galaxy, even if it was with their allies. He'd also heard the had been formalizing some sort of parliament system; some sort of senate equivalent. Gerion could hardly imagine why they thought that was necessary. If they wanted to function more like the Republic, they should just lose the next twenty battles they fought. It apparently left room for worlds to govern themselves despite being subjected to a Sith governor... Or however it worked.

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Bacon. Seaweed. He didn't have to tell Rawnie twice. She picked up a serving of it, and waited for Lorane to decide what he would be eating as well. It smelled so good, but so strong. So many complex spices and flavors. Rawnie wasn't sure she'd be able to fully appreciate the timeit must have taken to make it. Still, she would do her best to savor it.

"Lor, I need to find something non-alcoholic to drink too."

Her heels clacked along the hard polished floor in an unsteady rhythm. Honestly, how did people wear these? On a normal day? It was entirely function-less in combat, unless you wanted to snatch one off your foot and stab someone with the heel? Rawnie had a feeling her mother might have had that in mind, actually, when she sent her in here with no weapons on her. And the dress! There had to be a way to design a garment that was both functional and aesthetically appealing. Couldn't someone add a metal plate or something and call it decoration? Didn't seem that hard to Rawnie...

[member="Doctor Azure"]

 

[Doctor Azure]

Lor grabbed a plate of the same stuff he'd pointed out to Rawnie, seeing as it was the only thing he was certain to be able to digest, so far. He chuckled a little bit at his wife's grumpy-looking expression as she looked at her dress again. Honestly, his current clothing wouldn't have been his first choice, either. The only reason he'd worn it was because Zandra had practically put it on him.​

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"Non-alcoholic, huh... Means nothing I can't pronounce... Meh, I'll just go with soda. Usually safe enough."​

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[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"]​

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

The difference between his outfit and hers was that at least he was covered. She had to keep tugging the fabric back down so her entire backside wasn't visible. And then there was the fact that it was so lowcut up top. If she tugged too far at the bottom, it pulled down more than she was comfortable on the top. At least at top though, she had a fur shawl to cover herself with. Honestly, her mother wore this? When?

Nope. Don't even want to think about it.

She took a seat after nearly tripping twice. That would have been a disaster. But she made it at last.

"Could you just find me water? This is already going to be more flavor than I'm used to..."

[member="Doctor Azure"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Watching [member="Keira Ticon"] walk away made the Epicanthix chuckle some. It was bad that she reminded him of himself sometimes. Turning his attention this [member="Connor Harrison"], Kezeroth held a stoic face. This was the man that rescued Keira? His orange gaze scanned over that man briefly. When the Word "Sith" was brought up Kezeroth raised a brow. His jaw grew stern as he became slightly angry by such a false label.

Walking towards Connor using few steps Kezeroth muttered. "Sith eh? Take a good look at me Connor and tell me... Do I look like a kakring Sith to you?" Giving the man some space Kezeroth took a step back out of respect for Keiras rescue. It seemed the conversation was going very well. " If I do then im afraid you may have a serious eye condition." he jeered.

" Although I gotta say its good to see Keira with you then see her with..Them" he glanced to his right were countless Sith and Primeval cultists conversed and drank with each other.

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic finished his fourth drink and was starting to slowly feel more at ease with the party as he looked around and saw [member="Keira Ticon"] approach [member="Slade Zambrano"] it seemed that he was within earshot being at the bar as well so he rose from his seat, slightly unsteady on his feet. He looked at the two and mumbled to himself. "Better leave before it gets ugly over here. Now lets find some food!" He stepped forward and came to quick realisation that he might have been drinking alot faster, and alot stronger than he was use to.

He stumbled quite drunkenly to the food table though overly cautious as to not bump into people or the table, he grabbed a plate and piled his plate with alot of food. He then looked for a quiet corner as he took a glass of bubbly champagne from a waiter and sat down ready to eat. He was enjoying the quietness it gave him chance to observe others, take in what they say and what they do, though if he was keeping this pace of drinking then there wouldn't much note taking expect where the toilets were so he could royally vomit then return for more drinks.

Perhaps he had a drinking problem after all... Life was too short to care about that now!

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor noticed his eyes had to go up to take all of this [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] in. When he spoke, he spoke with conviction and with nothing but a "I'm-Right-You're-An-Idiot" tone.

He dry swallowed, and nodded dismissively.

”W...well, you...” he blinked and shrugged. Then nodded. ”Fair enough.”

Following Kezeroth's gaze to the right, taking in the assorted Force users he could feel and other twisted, knarly beasts from the Primeval, Connor nodded gently in actual agreement. Sith and Primeval were nothing but leeches - it was those who stood apart from them that were the true Masters and Lords.

”My mistake. So where do you align yourself in the grand scheme of things?”

He rocked gently on his heels, slightly pushing up to try elevate himself more to match this brute

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Seeming to find it safe for the moment, Ijaat nodded to the bartender, taking a rocks glass filled with a few fingers of good whiskey, and strode from the bar. Whoever that voice-box was talking to her, whatever he was saying, they firmly had Anija's attention, and so the exit strategy presented itself. His eyes lit on [member="Connor Harrison"], talking to an Epicanthix whose mannerism pricked at the beskar-smiths brain, but didn't really settle in to any one place. Connor he knew only by reputation, and it was a fairly solid one. A man he might not mind striking up a conversation with, if he were honest.

Grabbing the bottle from the bar on his way out, with a cheeky grin to the astonished tender, he almost strutted up to the two, slipping through the crowd with relative ease and grace, and nodded, the bottle cradled in the crook of his left arm almost like a baby or a parade sword. With the other hand, he raised his glass to Connor in a sort of salute, bowing his head at the same time in a gesture of significantly more respect than to the poor door watcher earlier. This was a fellow warrior, at least in his eyes, and his stance read utter ease, or as much as an aging soldier like him ever eased. The smile that came after the haphazard salute was slow and easy, the whiskey just enough to overide the vong-shaping and give him a good buzz for the moment.

"Ahhhh, there is a face I believe I've heard the name to, but not the pleasure of meeting... I'm Ijaat Akun, pleasure to meet you, you're on of the Silvers, I believe?"

With his stance turned to almost put his back to [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"], it wasn't quite disrespectful, but it was clear he wasn't terribly interested in the, to him, unknown entity that Kez represented.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

A playful smile showed as the Epicanthix heard [member="Connor Harrison"]'s response. " If you know Keira you can get a picture where I stand. Only darker. Thats the best way i can put it." Kezeroth rubbed his beard as he thought of a different way to answer but he couldn't. Kezeroth was interrupted from his thoughts as [member="Ijaat Akun"] came to salute Connor, with a smile Kezeroth crossed his arms against his chest.

" Everytime I see you Ijaat. Your drinking... Though this time I dont see the young lass that was with you. Karen I believe her name was." Kezeroth said giving away a huge hint to who he was. Last time they met was at a Mandalorian bar long ago. The Epicanthix was eager to see what reaction Ijaat would have. " Narir gar graoti'r ni?" his smile towards Ijaat grew evermore.

 

[Doctor Azure]

In reply to Rawnie, Lor simply nodded. It wasn't like water was in short supply, and a servant droid quickly got the two of them a whole bottle, along with a weird sort of repulsorlift tray to put all the plates and whatnot they were carrying on. He was thankful for the freeing of his hands, because he now used them to pull the bottom of his wife's dress down a little more. The fact that his hands stayed there wasn't important, right?​

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"How about we find somewhere to sit down, Snow Cat? I bet there's tables out on that terrace."​

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What he didn't say, but was probably relatively obvious, was that it was a quieter place for them to sit down and relax a little. If anybody really wanted to talk to or confront them, it was also a safe enough area for Lor to use his jet boots, which were nicely concealed under the loose-cut legs of his slacks.​

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[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"]​

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Rook"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Spark Finn, alias, Taylor Topol, was playing it Clark-Kent style. #noglasses #newname Having bounties to your name could have been totes a debbie-downer, but not tonight. #disguise!!!!! Still, she tried to keep the frown off her thin lips at having to mingle with so many...darksiders? unknowns? having to mingle period instead of being on her datapad and monitoring her Spacebook account?

She passed security with Rook.

Blue-eyes looked her friend up and down. #Rook #Armory The dude saved her life a few times working with the Galactic Alliance. Bottom line: she trusted him. Aaaand, she was beginning to be able to read him.

"Why are you fidgeting so much?"