To Dine on Mountains High

[Kenrath]

Marcus smiled at the little speech given by their host. The Juran Mountains was intend a nice view. Marcus slowly made his way towards their host waiting in line if need be. He held a glass in Champagne in one hand. When he would finally make it in front of their host Marcus he would and give [member="Faith Organa"] a formal and polite bow.

"Your Majesty Marcus Nichols........Nichols Investment Firm. I just wanted to thank you for the invitation to such a fine event and you are correct the Mountains is perhaps one of the most lovely views I have seen in a long time."

Marcus glance at [member="Draco Vereen"] giving him a bow.

"My Lord."

The others around such as [member="HK-36"] [member="Rashae"] and [member="Darth Abyss"] would get polite nods as well.

 

[Joza Perl]

When the mysterious invitation appeared in her inbox, Joza took a few minutes to scrutinize it. The last time she was suddenly invited to something it had been by Darth Orcus—but that was a long time ago and likely way more nerve wracking.

But hey, who was she to turn down a free party?

The Zeltron had wandered over to the buffet to check out the eats with her second drink of the night in one hand. So far this night looked more promising than her date with the whale of a Sith Lord…who had been an absolute gentleman, but that didn’t help the fact that she was a terrified teenager at the time. Hopefully the alcohol could help obfuscate the handful of dark auras that lingered in the room (and the scary three-faced droid), but with a Zeltron’s tolerance it would take all night. Unless she were to start ungracefully pounding drinks, which the pink woman considered for a hot minute before the couple throwing the gala made their formal appearance. Nice looking couple, and Joza raised her glass in acknowledgement of the Queen’s words.

Alderaan was close to her home world of Zeltros, so at the very least it would be nice to get a handle on the royalty next door.

Down the hatch went the second glass of some expensive, pale liquid and back to the bar went the Zeltron.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Laira Vereen"]

 

[Briika Munin]

Briika Tor and [member="Vilaz Munin"] were attending an official dinner event hosted by the Queen of Alderaan, [member="Faith Organa"] and her prince consort, [member="Draco Vereen"]. It would be a good will gesture from Mand'alor the Exile to those of the Free Worlds Coalition, who were now the neighbors of the Mando'ade after the Faithful relocated to Onderone and the surrounding sectors ever since the destruction of Manda'yaim by traitors from within. There would also be renewing of old friendships or at the very least understandings of the common good.

The seasoned baar'ur looked at herself one last time in the mirror that was mounted on the inside of the doubled-sided footlocker in the captain's quarters of the Tarka'yayr that was docked at the spaceport. The golden-haired Mando was wearing her usual beskar'gam though the silver-colored armor plates and kama had been spruced up so they were polished and without any dents. The black kute worn underneath was clean and without any tattered seams or patches. Heavy cetare had been buffed to a shine. Bree's long blonde tresses had been braided into elaborate plaits atop her head that would still allow the wearing of her silver buy'ce, which had a red tinted T-visor.

Now all she needed to add was a ruby-colored cape that would drape down her back as her normal jet pack and weapons adorning the arm gauntlets would be left aboard the ship. In fact, the only weapons going with Briika was one Ripper to be holstered off the right side of her shapely hips and her beskad carried in a decorative sheath to be worn off the left.

Azure eyes caught her husband standing behind her. Briika closed the footlocker, then turned around to give the ruggedly handsome Concordian a sweet kiss before they left their ship to board a shuttle taking them directly to the reception hall for the state dinner at the palace.

"I'm ready to go when you are, ner cyare?"

 

[Darth Empyrean]

As conversations dragged on, and words of decadence became stale coming from the same placid folk over and over; The Slave offered them as little of his attention as possible. His eyes were wandering the crowds around him, careless looking for a face he might recognize from the HoloNet. Perhaps someone famous he could have a quick chat with, if not a full raunchy night with.

He sighed silently to himself, realizing the position he was in. For the sake of his identity, he couldn’t just -do- things like that. At least, not publically any longer. With a tired and careless touch, he brushed his hair back before the ever lingering hum of voices filled his ears again. The drone of their voices, the constant words they spoke that meant nothing, how disconnected they were with society. Nobility that failed to realize the nearly literal poverty they faced in wisdom, how cruel the world really could be outside the tall halls of their Queen’s home.

Then, he froze. He smelled it first, the odd pheromones making their way through the crowds and beneath his nostrils. Faint… Oh so faint at first, but something that drew his attention almost immediately. He offered the few that surrounded him with a whisper of an apology, instantly turning to find just where the magnificent scent came from. And oh did he find it…

His heart skipped a beat as the subtle pink hues of [member="Joza Perl"] came into sight. She was drinking at the bar, but even seated he could make out her almost iconic form. A grin couldn’t help but find itself planted upon his lips as he took care to walk towards her from the rear. As she came within earshot, he spoke softly, in a tone he knew she wouldn’t recognize.

Let alone a face that looked like it had enough sleep. And took care of itself.

“This seat taken, Miss?”, he said, the faintest coyness to his tone. He couldn’t help but riddle his words with some semblance of who he really was.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Laira made her way out of the kitchens and into the main chamber through to begin mingling, as much as she didn't much care for events like this it did giver her an opportunity to wear a pretty dress with a low cut back. The princess made short strides in her heels through the guests, her bright red hair a beacon to her parents who were entering and addressing the assorted guests. Most of whom the Princess didn't care about, but some weren't so bad.

The sound of her brother's voice echoed down the hallway and she waved a hand behind her to usher him forward to catch up to her. She was expected to be present for at least a little while and nod at people, tell them how much she appreciated them coming and all that since she was technically Crown Princess if she ever decided to tell her mother that was the path she would be following, if she would follow in the footsteps of many other Organa women.

For the moment, there shouldn't be anyone that recognized her, its not like her face was plastered on posters or anything and she didn't make public appearances habitually even on Alderaan. The redhead made her way through the guests, nodding at those that greeted her for whatever reason, offering them polite smiles as she wove her way through them. Finally she arrived at the end of the bar. "I need a drink and something to eat." She batted her eye lashes at the server, leaning over to place her elbows on the bar. "If you could make that happen for me, I'd be very grateful."

"Of course Your Highness," the man answered, avoiding eye contact with the young woman and pouring her a glass of champagne and placing a few appetizers in front of the woman.

"Thank you sooo, much. I've been starvi-," Laira stopped, eyes widening at the sight of someone familiar, someone she didn't expect to see at some random party on Alderaan. Her instructor Joza Perl was making herself comfortable, and being mercilessly hit on, at the other end of the bar. She shook her head and fell into a strategy, a poor strategy, but something was better than nothing. "Starving since coming from the Outer Rim." The redhead smiled, taking the glass and plate from the server rather than continuing to bother him.

Now how was she supposed to get Theo in on her story without discussing it before hand? Improvisation perhaps?

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Theo Vereen"] [member="The Slave"]

 

[Makai Dashiell]

The shuttle ride was mercifully short to the surface, landing at the large estate where the party was being held. Crowd was already sizable as they made their way in,Makai nervously adjusted his seahorse print bowtie, causing Mr.Zej to laugh. Large blue hand came to guide the teenage boy through the large doors and into the shindig.


"Think everyone is here for free food or to actually conduct business?" Boyish grin cut towards Mr.Zej, clearly teasing. "Dad is always going on about what food is served where, so my guess might be the food."


Mr.Zej grabbed a glass of wine as it floated in his direction, the glass looking out of place in his large blue hands. He gave a shrug to Makai's question as they moved through the floor. Zej's strategy was to stick to the outer ring for the moment, leaving the center floor open for more important guests at the moment.


Meanwhile, Makai's iced azure eyes caught something familiar. A woman([member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] ) in full Firemane dress observing the crowd. Firemane provided a number of services to Salacia Consolidated, primarily hyperlane security in addition to keeping a small force on Tabaqui. He had never seen the soldiers in such garb.


"Firemane is here? I don't see Lady Kerrigan....Maybe shes a representative? I don't think I've spotted any of them dressed like that. Must be something different, special forces?"


"Not sure. I've never a Firemane soldier in that kind of get up. Then again, never seen them outside of regular work hours. Hard to say."

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith was listening to HK talk about Atrisia she knew just how bad Atrisia had gotten her visit after wards with [member="Rashae"] lovuous told the story. Faith nodded to the Minister of Medicine, "We need to go back to Atrisia and look in on the hospital and Hyogo."

She did not know how much HK had faced there during the takeover, she knew how much [member="Draco Vereen"] had taken on. She smiled as she reached over to take her husband's hand a gesture to show how glad she was he made it home. So far it looked as if everything was going well it was early yet.

Then another voice "Marcus Nichols a pleasure. You represent an investment firm are you looking for investors, or looking to invest?" She had met only a couple of investment firms representatives most of them wanted to know her net value and where they could put the family's credits to work. So far Faith had not given in to any of them. Faith could not help but look beyond those speaking with her to see how many of her guests were already interacting, this was good, it would promote business.

She then turned to look at Marcus again.

Ana stood off to the side watching her job tonight was to ensure that Faith spoke to each guest which meant making sure she kept moving along.

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles had heard of the event taking place at the Queen's Palace. It was a beautiful structure in the Juran Mountains, and Myles was invited.

He was sure mother had something to do with it perhaps, or maybe someone put it a good word for him.

"Well now, gotta fit up nice fer the Queen." He said as he scrambled to find decent dress clothes.

His ship The Tempest docked at the spaceport and he was using the remainder of his time to find decent attire. He could still fit in his military fatigues.....nah, he wasn't in the military anymore.
He picked up the nicest jacket he had and put on some neutral colored pants. He was perhaps under-dressed, he didn't want to insult the Queen, after all he could make a bad impression.

"AH-HA! There ya are, sneaky devil" He blurted as he found the outfit he would wear. It was an older suit that he wore to a ball once, although it was for business not pleasure. It looked just as nice as it did that day.

Myles was very cautious and he thought of taking a pistol with him just in case but he digressed, he would instead take a small vibroknife--no harm no foul.

Myles approached the lavish Palace. The Queen's guards were at full attention of their surroundings. Myles checked in up front without any trouble and was granted passage. It was packed.
He smiled in anticipation, it had been a while since he cut back on business and just had fun---to relax even would be a nice change of pace. He strolled up near [member="Faith Organa"] and offered a polite bow (Myles is all about making a good impression)

"M'Lady it is an honor to meet you and an honor to be here, i wanted to thank you for the invitation. This is a gorgeous palace. If there is anything i can do to repay this kind gift, I will be there no matter what"

"M'Lord, same to you, it is an honor to meet you as well" He said to Draco, offering the same polite bow he gave the Queen

This was a nice party indeed, and no party was complete without drinks (in Myles' opinion). He would beeline to the drinks, after talking to a few locals of course.
[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Rashae"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Alexander Sannes"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Abyss"] (and others if I missed any)

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]


"You swear they didn't dress me in pink?" Elpsis asked. It was truly a serious question. "Harmony is mean that way." Verily, the Dahomian kept trying to exploit poor Elpsis' colour-blindness. For some reason, Auntie Siobhan thought it was funny. She was mean, too.


Anyhow, Elpsis had tagged along with Taryc and was similarly attired in a Firemane dress uniform. She had no enchanted sword with cool fire effects, but wore her lightsabre on her belt. The girl hated formal wear or uniforms of any sort, so this attire made her feel a little uncomfortable. But the alternative had been to wear a girly dress or silly robes and that was a no-go.


Anyhow, she was here with Taryc and that naturally put her in a good mood. As they made their approach, she tentatively reached out to gently take her fellow pyromancer's hand into hers, threading their fingers together.

 

[Kenrath]

Marcus smiled shaking his head.

"Nichols Investment Firm is a pet project of mine. Focusing mainly of Hospitality and entertainment venues. Our most recent investment was in high end Hotels and casinos on Courscant and a few other core worlds. Today however I am just a guest who is honored to have been invited."

Marcus pulled a business card from his pocket and extended it towards [member="Faith Organa"] with a bow.

"I will not take up anymore of your time your Majesty I just wanted to introduce myself and thank you personally for the invite. Should you find yourself in need of an investor in the future I hope you will consider us an option."

Whether she took the card or not Marcus would slip away and back into the crowd to mingle.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Theo Vereen]

[member="Laira Vereen"]

Did his sister just wave at and like make little fingers for him to follow. Theo looked at the plate he had half of the appetizers gone if he did not catch up to Laira he knew he would eat them all. But she wouldn't know would she? He picked up another and popped in his mouth.

Deliberately he walked slower, "Mmmmm, so goood" there were other forms of taunting ones sister. "Wow, I think this one is Laira's favorite" He walked along nodding to the staff, "Don't tell Mom and Dad, OH and Chef Nan." He chewed politely of course until he turned the corner where he had lost sight of Laira. Everything was set up he was supposed to tell Laira what they were to do tonight but so far she had hid out in her room like some pirate guarding her booty.

Behavior highly suspicious of the girl who once tried to feed him mud pies. He saw her she had food, so she didn't really need his. He ate another, as he wandered through the sea of servers to get near his sister.

"Laira what are you up to?" He could tell from the way her face pinched she was thinking hard on something.

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles maneuvered away back to the crowd of people. He felt out of place somewhat, most people here looked like they were nobility or of a high-ranking status, then there was Myles, a soldier for hire discharged from the military and working freelance.

He was making his way to where the drinks were located and passed a man along the way that "stuck" out to him. Not in a bad way, but he felt the need to strike up a friendly conversation.

"One heck of a party is it not?" he said to the man ( [member="Vengeance"] )

He turned his head, examining the crowd and the festivities taking place. It would for sure be a party to remember.

"The Queen sure does know how to throw a party......Davorak, Myles Davorak, pleasure to meet you Mr....?"

 

[Rashae]

ashae would incline her head towards people in an objective neutral fashion. Her education from infancy in dealing with these situations was drummed into her thoroughly. John would have hated this. It was; however, were she thrived in. The same polite formal and stiff response was provided to Draco Vereen. As other guests came up she turned and took a half to full step back to the Queen's left. The right side was Vereen's esteemed position.

Her head tilted towards the Queen's words as the Doctor said in low tones in response. “The large atmospheric purifier is still there. I will prepare as soon as possible for the trip your Majesty. “ All of this said without her face changing its polite smile and visage of loveliness.

When Marcus Nichols arrived her eyebrows rose as saw the man. He oozed corporate. Rashae's experience with big pharma corporations gave her the tells that this person was a Business man. There was a polite smile and incline of her head towards the man in kind to his own before he addressed their Majesties.

“Lord Protector, tiss a pleasure to meet you again. “ Rashae gave a polite incline of her head towards the gregarious sentient. The geneticist still didn't know quite how to take the sentient droid. He was obviously protective and just as obviously seemed to have an ego the size of Alderaan itself. Even humans with that much ego found themselves in variably in a great deal of trouble. The sort of trouble Rashae didn't care for. The royal family favor him so therefore the Minister of Medicine will honor that favor. Personally she still wasn't trusting or sure about the Lord Protector. Her greeting may have caution and distance to it.

“Pleasure to meet you Mister Nichols. ” The voice that spoke was smooth, svelte as honey on heated polished marble. Those ice blue eyes were relentless as they looked right into the eyes of whom she addressed. Cold and calculating as the smile was a thin veil to the glacial demeanor the doctor often presented. “I am Doctor Rashae Lovous, Minister of Medicine and CEO of Gentech. “ She dropped the Viscount title almost in an offhand way and conveniently left out other positions she held. Mister Nichols had a look of a man of the corporations she has dealt with on several occasions.

If anyone had done their homework, Doctor Lovous had made strides in producing uncanny genetic fusion solutions to certain medical products unseen before. It was growing steadily, not quickly but in a way that was stable. At least what would be public knowledge. There could be hints of other research rather difficult to find out.

As Mister Davorak came to greet the Queen, the man oddly reminded her of John, which irritated her a tad. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance Mister Davorak.” She said in a polite but distant tone. Rashae didn't know the man



[member="Myles Davorak"] @Vengeance [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member='HK-36'] [member='Darth Abyss']

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

The ride was a rather pleasant trip, the scenery of Alderaan slipping by as the convoy of speeders sped through the city towards the Gala in the mountains. A soft smile crossed her lips as she closed her eyes for a moment, resting and relaxing. She felt each turn and shift of the vehicle as they drew closer before her yellow hues slowly opened, the looming castle slipping by the window before the speeders moved up the path that would lead to the front gates. As the convoy came to a stop, it was the Sigma Praetorian that stepped out first, the sun gleaming off of their armor, a few low hisses escaping some of the members as they took up a defensive posture.

"Ma'am, I still must protest to your attending."

"Shh Knight-Captain Krig, it will fine. There are already multiple security nets put in place. If anything the worst we need worry about is the Prince-Consort embarrassing the court."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as the door was opened, only so much as to permit the droid in the back to step out. The droid stood for a moment before it produced a rather large shade umbrella, pushing it open and holding it as a member of the Sigma Praetorian stood at the door, a hand held out for Amelia.

"Thank you my dear Knight-Lieutenant Jiktar."

She smiled to the woman beneath the armor before she stretched slightly. Her gown revealed as she stepped forward, giving enough room for the good Knight-Captain to exit the vehicle as well. Turning to view the entrance she signed again. It would be her luck that she was probably late, though she was there now and that should count for something. Stepping forward, the Sigma Praetorian formed around her and the Knight-Captain as well as the droid, the formation moving towards the steps.

Once they slipped into the shade of the room, the droid remained outside, folding the umbrella back into its position and waiting. A soft smirk crossed the woman's lips as her golden hues slowly moved over the room. Then they settled upon the Queen, watching as Faith stood there with what appeared to be a three faced droid and of course the Prince-Consort.

"Come now, lets not make a scene of ourselves."

She said to the squad of soldiers before she stepped forward. Two of them remained at the door, the other seven followed at Amelia's heels for a moment before being sent off to various perches and posts around the main ballroom. The only one remaining at her side the well armored Knight-Captain.

[member="Faith Organa"]
[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="HK-36"]

Because I don't believe I posted it in the first - The Sigma Praetorian

 

[Joza Perl]

“Mmm?” Joza turned to face none other than [member="The Slave"], mouth full of wine before she quickly swallowed. “If it isn’t John Doe.” She started speaking after a moment of recognition, scarlet brows arching then falling back into place over the course of a few moments. “Have a seat if you’d like.” A pause as her gazed raked over his body before settling back onto his face. “You clean up well, I’ll give you that.” Another sip of wine—was it wine? She didn’t really care—this one more delicate.

Green eyes unfocused from him gradually as she caught sight of a familiar form. Was that…[member="Laira Vereen"]? The young woman she’d taken under her wing one afternoon at the dance studio. Joza raised a pair of fingers, giving the other redhead a friendly wave of acknowledgement. While very much a social butterfly, it was nice to have some familiar faces about. The Zeltron was unsure of whether or not she’d know anyone here. What was Laira’s connection to all of this, she wondered.

Swirling the glass of wine idly, another familiar presence crept onto the edge of her senses, one she’d not felt in a long time. It would take her a little bit to recognize it as @Vengeance.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Oh, dear goddess -”, he said in a slow sultry tone.

“- Today, I’m Paxton Bon. Mind that.”, he finished as he offered her a slight wink.

The man she knew as The Slave raised a finger to the barkeep, quietly coming by and offering him a drink he didn’t have to ask the name of. It was obvious by both their expression it wasn’t his first drink, and judging by the ‘keep alone, it might have been his tenth. Still, despite the concern the worker might have had, he was composed as ever and sipped slow before glancing to Joza once more.

Somehow, he managed to hold the same work ethic in his liver as most Zeltrons did in two. Likely the experience of unknown amounts of parties, but who knew with the enigmatic figure that he was.

“You don’t look… So bad yourself.” he spoke, his tone hesitating mid sentence as to emphasize what he meant. As an empath, she could already tell he meant he enjoyed her a little too much.

“What brings you here?”

│ [member="Joza Perl"] │

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles was surprised when the young lady addressed him. He didn't figure that he was the approachable type....which was good. Myles wanted to let loose and converse with others, see who they were and hear about their tales. Davorak was a curious man and liked hearing tales from others, should they grant him such an audience.

"Ah yes....You can call me Myles. I overheard; you are Doctor.....Lovous, yes? Ahhh yes, i have seen you before, at least on Holovid. CEO of Gentech. Pleasure to meet you Doctor."

He offered his hand for a polite shake. Like he figured, this party would be ripe with interesting and higher-up individuals. He wasn't sure where he fit in.....Not yet.

"This is a really nice party. Haven't been to Alderaan before, quite a lovely environment." he added.

Not only did he have to make a good impression here, but he also had another goal in mind: Get to know others, scope out potential allies/jobs should that opportunity arise.
[member="Rashae"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Elpsis Elaris"]

Taryc smiled as Elpsis stepped up beside her and slipped her hand into Taryc's. It had been good to get the invitation from Draco, but had taken a lot of wrangling to get Elpsis to come, and even more to stop Harmony from attempting to scandalize her on the trip.

"I assure you, you are beautiful and not in any pink." She said, then sent a fairly dirty thought telepathically to her partner that involved pink clothing she didn't think the blind pyromancer would mind. "At least not yet." She grinned wickedly and squeezed Elpsis's hand.

The shuttle deposited them mere meters from the party, and Taryc happily walked from the shuttle into the party hand in hand with Elpsis. As she looked around the room, she saw much as she had expected to see. Aside from Draco, she really didn't know anyone who wasn't in ceremonial (but still useful) armor and on duty. That was what she got for spending all of her time on Alderaan in training. She offered a wave with her off hand to [member="Draco vereen"] before grabbing a pair of wine glasses off of a waiter's tray, and handed one to Elpsis.

"Parties...I try to avoid them, but I owe Draco my life. I figure I should at least meet his family." She spoke to Elpsis as they walked slowly into the room. She had likely mentioned this several hundred times in the course of their trip here. It was obvious she was nervous about it.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]


The message was received and it was...fun. We cannot elaborate because kiddies might be hurt, but can recommend a few good war crimes threads instead. Regardless, Elpsis grinned broadly. "Oooh, now that's my kind of pink," she declared cheerfully.


So off the two went and arrived at the party, which was filled with various people. Most of whom Elpsis did not know, but she spotted Draco among the crowd. So far she had not noticed a certain Laira, who was busy trying to hide her heritage.


Feeling the obvious nerves coming from her lover, Elpsis gave her hand a good, loving squeeze. "Hey, don't stress over it, babe. It'll be ok. Just be your usual self. You're amazing. And I'll be there to fangirl over you. That reminds me, I gotta introduce you to my mum" The awkwardness would be terrific. Then she spotted a familiar face amongst the throng. "Oh, that's [member="Makai Dashiell"]. He's kind of like my little nerdy brother."

 

[The Count]

After a speeder ride that had taken several minutes, Dexen appeared outside of the palace near the entrance to the place. He jogged up the innumerable stone steps and cautiously passed any guards that were stationed on the way, unsure if they would immediately arrest him for a long list of crimes, almost as many as there were steps in the damned place. The man claimed victory over the first obstacle, only to be met with the second, a standard search and invitation check was the one thing that was standing between him and an open bar.

Yash would get into the queue to be searched behind a lady in a tight fitting dress, which accentuated her admirably curvaceous figure, which the Alderaanian would take advantage of during his idle.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and it was Dexen's turn to be felt up by an overeager guard. He gave his invitation to someone who looked at it and then a datapad, nodding and returning it to him, then came the pat down. Legs, chest, arms, yielded no results, and somehow they neglected to check his ankle, where a blaster remained. And in he was, entering the main hall where the even was currently taking place, of course his first destination was to head to the open bar, receiving a nice glass of cold scotch.

"No, no. Fill up the glass all the way, thatsa swig and I don't want to keep coming back 'ere." He scolded, casting a glance towards [member="Joza Perl"] and [member="The Slave"], faintly smiling at the attractive qualities of the zeltron before grabbing his glass and moving out to the room at large.

There were a lot of lovely ladies out there, but his sights were set on the best, the Queen herself. He meandered towards the small group at best, analyzing those involved so that he could be ready for possible conversation; So far he already knew [member="Faith Organa"] and [member="Draco Vereen"], as well as a droid known as [member="HK-36"], but there was a man with them that he didn't recognize that slipped away before he could make a connection.

He arrived and introduced himself with a swift bow "Your Highness, Prince; I am Dexen Yash, representing the humble merchants of the Felswoop Syndicate, may I say what an honor it is to make your acquaintance." The man greeted, a charismatic smile creeping over his features.