Faction Tying a Golden Knot | Hapan Royal Wedding of Prince Astor Daaray

[Vemric Keldra]

KELDRA
FOUNTAIN PALACE | HAPES
TAG: Sentapoth Findos | Open

HALL OF THE MOUNTAIN KING​

The little Neimoidian's fear was palpable.

It had eased slightly when he recognised the Sephi, but not by much. Vemric was certain that if a hole were to present itself in front of the man, he would gladly jump inside it to avoid the event entirely. What went through Laborr's mind to promote this man? Even Ardin Paskal and his fascination with his own reflection held more presence in a room.

"Certainly, Lord Kaldera. My species possesses a heightened sensitivity to paranoia and fear, as you are likely aware. However, I can confidently affirm that I remain mentally capable of fulfilling my duties to the Confederacy."

Vemric's brow lofted, yet he continued to scan the hall in front of him instead of looking at the Federation Representative.
"Of that I have no doubt, General." To a trained ear like Admiral Miles', the sarcasm would have been heard in the aloof tone, yet to those that have not spent years in the Sephi's presence, it would remain just that - aloof.

Until Sentapoth spoke again.

"The last time the galaxy gathered for such an important event, the Grandmaster's Consort ended up assaulting a innocent man on Naboo. So forgive me for not dropping my highten caution and concern that something similiar could happen to anyone even myself, a frail and thin-boned Neimoidian."

The already tall frame of the Confederate Head of State straightened itself even more while a brow disappeared into his hairline. At this point, the entire bridge of the Requiem would have cowered behind their consoles.
"Certainly understandable, Sir." he said, suddenly sounding immensely bored. "Yet you have been awarded the rank of General, Master Findos. I was merely diplomatically suggesting that you carry yourself like one instead of cowering away like a fearful Bogling." he went on, finally looking down at the Neimoidian. The first thing his personnel are taught is that cowardice held no place in any vicinity around the Sephi. It was his personal pet peeve. The quicker Parliament learned that, the better.

Yet he remained politely regal as he extended a hand toward the rows of chairs and the numerous seated guests.
"Shall we?" he said as if he had not just insulted the man in front of him.

He then swept forward, parting some guests like the sea as he went. He did however tarry enough to offer a regal bow of the head to the Queen Kalantha of Naboo. He made a mental note to have his Office contact hers for a potential meeting. He still held a fondness for the planet, even though it hasn't been his place of residence for well over three decades now. It would be prudent for the Confederacy to rekindle the friendship its predecessor had with the Kingdom.
"Your Majesty." he said in a much warmer tone. "You look lovely this evening." Only a slight twitch of the corners of his mouth to lend an almost friendliness to the lines of his face.

And with that he swept forward once more before folding his military frame gracefully onto a chair and awaiting the proceedings. ​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"Right, right," Cora agreed without much of a fuss. She debated bringing up a certain Lovalla girl, but that would only sour their good time. "I can introduce you. Perhaps Roman would like to meet him, too."

As the crown prince of his kingdom, the eyes of Caelan Valoren were focused squarely on his duty. Maybe his responsible nature would rub off on Lysander, and perhaps her brother could help the young royal unwind a bit.

A flush touched pale cheeks at the mention of her own impending nuptials. It was hard to believe that she'd soon be wed to her second husband - and the first one she actually liked.

"We haven't set a date yet," she warned, her face sinking a little further behind the fan shyly before she frowned. There wasn't any real edge to her expression. "I do not get hangry," she declared.

Though she found him to be too carefree at times, Lysander was rather empathetic for a teenage boy. That, and he knew how to distract her properly. Cora took the bait, a dreamy little smile appearing behind that fan as her eyes sparkled, catching the light.

"He's very thoughtful and attentive, even when it comes to the little things."

A contented sigh left her. "You know, the first time we met, we fought over…" she trailed, realizing that a cafeteria pudding would only give him more ammunition. "Well, we fought. We didn't like each other very much at first. And now, we're engaged."

Cora glanced to the ring on her finger, observing pale yellow gem as it glittered. She wondered if the couple today was a love match, unlikely as that would be in their caste.

The decor might have been beautifully curated, but it spoke of duty, not love.

Lysander von Ascania

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Lots of energy in this one. He couldn't really blame her. Most of the time he didn't like just sitting around either. The one exception was if he had a really good book to read. That could make him sit still for hours. The rest of the time he was usually up and about, either training or now, working on righting things on Lazerian IV. There was much work to be done, and he was hands on with it, helping in any way he could. Sitting back and watching everyone else work just wasn't something he liked.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ceri," he said, genuinely meaning it.

Her bubbly nature was contagious, and served to brighten his mood further. Maybe this event wouldn't be too bad after all. He did see Roman Vossari off in the crowd, and Valery Noble so there were people he knew, plus new friends. Her comment about what to call him illicited a laugh, though.

"I would prefer it if you didn't. Just call me Caelan like everyone else. I'm not a stickler for formalities and I don't like to lord my status over people. I'm no different from anyone else, I just have a lot more responsibility."

Caelan had once believed he was better than others. When he was much younger. Growing up with a veritable silver spoon had a tendency to do that to you. What changed that was having parents that were intent on him knowing that even though he had a crown, he was still just a person, and a person that had a lot of weight on his shoulders. Leadership in the Kingdom of Devit had changed a lot from the days a thousand years ago when the Empire was controlling it.

And frankly, it was nice to be treated normally at times. He appreciated she wanted to go that route.

"I would be quite happy if you did that."

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ATTIRE: LINK (The Third Image) | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Ceri Fraissi​

 

[Diogo Talon]

Eloise Dinn + Amani Serys​

Diogo put his snack away. Apparently, Amani was already eating in that dress...

Well... these two had a weird relationship dynamic. Diogo would've expected more warmth between master and apprentice. Was that normal? Diogo was master-less and didn't know, but it didn't seem ideal.

"Well, I'm more of a plus one, I guess," she admitted truthfully. "Diogo's the hero who got the invitation, really."

"I just happen to know the right people," he said sheepishly. Yeah, he wanted to be given his flowers for rescuing people but saying it aloud felt gauche, especially to other Jedi. Better to be vague.

"Amani Serys-Organa," She made no mention of any honorifics or titles, placing a hand on her hip. "Nice to meet you, too. I'm not sure I recognize you. Are you with the Jedi Order, or, from elsewhere?"

"Oh, bet. I know who you are." Obviously, he knew who Amani Serys-Organa was, just hadn't put the face to the name before—he wasn't that dumb, bruh. Actually, he was that stupid. He only knew 'cus Eloise had mentioned the Chief Healer was her master and he'd asked around.

"I'm with the NJO. Used to chill in former-LAW space. But I've... shifted my priorities, recently." He glanced to Eloise, then back to Amani.

What the hell else were you supposed to say to someone so above your station? He elected to say nothing, lest he say something dumb and make this whole thing even weirder for his... boo?

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Outfit: XoXo | Hair: XoXo | Tag: Kahne Porte , Thayze Montserrat |
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So wrapped up in trying to sift through the mire of her own thoughts, it took a minute for Briana to register that someone was talking to her. She blinked a few times before glancing towards Kahne Porte who'd taken up the seat next to her, offering him a real and genuine smile — a notable change from the near-lifeless one that she'd been wearing out of formality.

"Good greetings to you," She replied, feeling the knot of tension in her stomach unravel and momentarily ease, glad to see a friendly face. "And thank you," she added, "You look pretty dapper, yourself."

Briana shifted slightly in her seat to try and make herself more comfortable, watching Kahne take several assessing glances around the room. The knot returned. "I feel it too," she admitted, her voice kept at a softer volume to ensure whatever nosey Susan next to them wouldn't be able to eavesdrop on their conversation. Hapan's loved a good gossip.

"It's probably just the anticipation of the day, and everyone being a little nervous." Briana wasn't sure if she was trying to convince herself of that, or Kahne, but for the first time since finding her seat, she let herself take a gander around the hall, peering into the glittering throng and picking out the various and familiar faces that she recognized among them. Several from the New Jedi Order were seated in attendance, interspersed with those from her own Order as well. Lorn Reingard took up residence against one of the walls like a silent sentinel, while several of the Padawans, including Lysander von Ascania , and Ceri Fraissi , were occupied in what seemed like pleasant conversations.

Eventually, her attention dragged to the back of the hall, spotting one Thayze Montserrat , standing with whom she assumed to be his parents, waving at her. She hadn't met any of his family yet, and didn't know how much time they'd have to speak before the proceedings began, but they could at least get introductions out of the way.

Briana inclined her head towards the empty seats on the other side of her, indicating that he could come join her, before straightening her posture and turning back to Kahne with a soft exhale. "A lot is riding on this to event to go right, and it's rippling out."

The cracks beneath all of the pomp and circumstance were starting to show.

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[Shaya Khal]

THE FOUNTAIN PALACE
Astor Daaray

@Everyone
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The antechamber was quiet, the distant hum of the orchestra muffled behind thick doors. Shaya Khal stood before the full-length mirror, alone at last. The sapphires in her intricately woven braids sparkled under the soft glow of the chandelier, her gown flowing like liquid starlight. Every detail was flawless—deliberate, a masterpiece crafted for this moment.

Her gaze lingered on her reflection, and for once, she allowed herself to indulge in the stillness. This was her last private moment, the final pause before stepping into the world's gaze. She inhaled deeply, savoring the calm, and whispered to herself, her voice steady and resolute.

"The stars align because I command them to. Nothing more."

Her lips curved into a faint smile, serene and commanding. With a final glance at her reflection, she straightened her shoulders, letting the power of the moment wash over her.

The knock came softly. "My lady, it is time."

Exhaling one last breath of solitude, Shaya turned, her gown gliding behind her. When the doors opened, she stepped forward, the picture of poise and perfection, savoring every deliberate step as the future she had claimed awaited her.

The massive ceremonial doors of the Fountain Palace creaked open with an almost theatrical grandeur, revealing the splendor of the grand hall beyond. A hush fell over the gathered crowd, the whispers and murmurs of nobles, dignitaries, and envoys fading into an expectant silence. The air itself seemed to shimmer with anticipation, the glow of refractive chandeliers casting a celestial light across the obsidian floors. The orchestra swelled, the opening notes of a regal anthem echoing through the hall, filling the space with an almost ethereal resonance. Shaya took her first step, her heeled shoes clicking softly against the polished floor. The train of her gown glided behind her, carried by two young attendants dressed in ceremonial blue and gold.

The eyes of the Hapan elite followed her every move. Rows of nobles adorned in dazzling finery rose to their feet in a ripple of reverence, their gazes a mix of admiration, envy, and thinly veiled calculation. Foreign dignitaries there to observe with keen interest, their expressions betraying the weight of the moment. To them, Shaya was a bride, but to herself she was more than just a bride—she was the embodiment of Hapan tradition, the architect of a union that could reshape the political landscape of the galaxy—to that she did owe Astor some of her respect, for helping her realize her dreams.

Shaya's scanned the room as she walked, her expression serene yet commanding. Every glance she exchanged with a member of the audience was purposeful, each slight nod or flicker of acknowledgment reinforcing her position - it was all planned beforehand on who she'd acknowledge. She recognized faces from every corner of the Hapan Cluster—rivals, allies. Each was here because of her, because of what she was about to become—that's how she saw it.

As she approached the center dais, her gaze fell on Prince Astor Daaray, waiting for her at the altar. His expression was warm and confident, the very image of a gallant Hapan prince. But Shaya could see the flicker of disdain behind his eyes, the same look she herself often wore...then she glanced over and saw Briana Sal-Soren and her stomached turned. Not because the woman truly had Astor's heart, but because she wasted the opportunity to be in this very spot; it repulsed her.

Yet, in this moment, Shaya reminded herself of the bigger picture. This marriage was not about love or companionship—it was about power. And Astor, for all his charm and insufferable freedom, was a tool she would wield to elevate herself and House Khal to the pinnacle of the Hapes Consortium.

She reached the altar, and she made sure she was the one that extended a hand to him with a practiced smile, ensuring the crowd saw her as as lead, her fingers brushing his lightly as she tilted her head just enough to meet his gaze.

"You look handsome," She murmured under her breath, her tone carrying a mix of sincerity, jest, and irritation.

The orchestra shifted to a quieter, more reverent melody as the officiant, an elder from the Hapan priesthood, stepped forward to begin the ceremony.

Shaya turned to face the altar, her expression serene as the priest began to speak of unity, tradition, and the legacy of the Consortium. But beneath her calm exterior, her thoughts churned. This was not just a ceremony; it was a stage. Every word, every gesture, every glance mattered. This was her moment, the culmination of years of planning, ambition, and sacrifice.

 

[Amani Serys]

Eloise Dinn - Diogo Talon​

"Hero, huh?" Amani's eyebrow raised. Diogo played it down, merely admitted to some effective networking. It seemed there was more to the story than either was saying, but she didn't bother with prying. They didn't seem to be up to anything malicious, and it's pretty unlikely they could've just snuck in here on their own, "Well, it is quite the event." A bit ostentatious for her standards, but undeniably impressive nonetheless.

"Don't really have a whole lot of experience with the whole dating thing, so... Maybe this isn't the best way to announce it."

"Sorry to force it," Amani said more quietly, her lips twisting. As enjoyable as this was to see (and tease Eloise about), she didn't want to make it too awkward or embarrassing between the new lovebirds. Eloise was probably getting annoyed by her master as is. Perhaps she ought not to overstay her welcome…

"Oh, bet. I know who you are."

Ah, so he was aware of her. Probably for the best. All things considered, one would have to wonder what sort of rock he was living under to be in the Order, and not have heard of its Chief Healer, who was also the First Lady of the Alliance. "I see," Amani said with another knowing smile. She looked around, "Well, I won't keep you both. Just wanted to see if it was really you…" But as her gaze flicked to their surroundings, it seemed formal preparations were underway. The wedding itself was about to being, "Ope. No time I guess." Amani stole the seat next to Eloise, and before they knew it, the bride and groom were both at the altar.

 

[Pinda Solthar]

BROADCASTING LIVE...

The scene fades back to the 360° Around the Galaxy studio, where Pinda Solthar sits at the sleek discussion table with her expert commentators. The holographic backdrop displays the ceremonial hall of the Fountain Palace, where Lady Shaya Khal is preparing to walk down the aisle. Seated beside Pinda are Nyen Trevalis, an economic analyst, Dr. Elara Veylin, a cultural historian, and Camron Rykkar, a political strategist. Behind them, live feeds of the event add a dynamic energy to the room.

"Welcome back to 360° Around the Galaxy. The processional is moments away, and the Fountain Palace has never looked more radiant. But here on 360°, we don't just marvel at the spectacle—we unpack what it all really means. This isn't just a wedding; it's a masterclass in power, history, and politics."

The holographic display shifts to a montage of historical images: the Gun of Command, and archival footage of the Equal Rights protests.

"And let's talk about history, because it's impossible to separate today's ceremony from the darker threads of the Consortium's past—and its present. Dr. Veylin, the Gun of Command is one of the most notorious tools of Hapan control. It's still in use today, sanctioned by the government as both a weapon of war and a method of enforcement. What does this tell us about the Consortium's struggle between tradition and progress?"

Dr. Elara Veylin, the cultural historian adjusts her posture, her voice thoughtful yet unflinching: "It tells us that the Hapes Cluster is still deeply rooted in its matriarchal traditions, no matter how much it tries to project an image of modernity. The Gun of Command isn't just a weapon—it's a symbol of absolute authority. Its electromagnetic wave field erases the victim's ability to distinguish between their own thoughts and commands given to them.

In practice, it's been used for everything from battlefield control to executions, where condemned men—never women—are forced to take their own lives. And make no mistake, Pinda, its use isn't some relic of the past. The Queen Mothers and the noble houses still rely on it to maintain order, especially as the Consortium faces growing dissent."

Pinda leans forward slightly, her tone sharpens. "So while we watch this grand display of unity today, we're reminded that beneath the banners and floral arrangements lies a society where control—literal control—is not just accepted but has been celebrated for centuries. Camron, how does the continued sanction of the Gun of Command play into the unrest we've seen since the Equal Rights Act?"

Camron Rykkar, the political strategist clasps his hands together, his voice carrying a mix of pragmatism and urgency: "It's fuel to the fire, Pinda. The Equal Rights Act was meant to bring change, but for many, it's felt like too little, too late—especially when tools like the Gun of Command remain fully sanctioned. It's a stark reminder that equality in the Consortium is conditional, at best.

Now, nobility, if they happen to fall on that side of the line is betting big on this wedding as a way to shift the narrative, to show strength and unity. But if the underlying issues—like the historical systemic use of the Gun of Command—aren't addressed, all the pageantry in the galaxy won't stop the unrest from boiling over. We're already at the edge."

Pinda nodded, her gaze steady as the camera transitions to a live feed of the ceremonial hall. Lady Shaya Khal enters, her gown a cascade of shimmering gemstones and intricate embroidery, each step resonating with tradition and spectacle.

"And now, as we watch Lady Shaya Khal take her first steps down the aisle, let's remember what this moment represents...or could represent. It's not just a union of two powerful houses; it's a public statement, one meant to reaffirm the Consortium's strength and continuity.

But the galaxy's eyes are sharp, and so are the questions. Sitting among the dignitaries is Queen Kalantha of Naboo, her attendance a clear signal of the Consortium's desire to strengthen ties with its allies? Perhaps. And there, not far from the altar, Jedi Knight Briana Sal-Soren —once romantically linked to Prince Astor—observes with what I'd call a Jedi's trademark stoicism? Maybe. What must she be thinking as she watches the man she once loved marry another? Stray glances from our bride indicate there might be some tension there...."

The camera lingers on Briana Sal-Soren, her expression neutral but her presence unmistakable, before cutting back to Pinda in the studio.

"Unity, tradition, control—it's all on display here in Ta'a Chume'Dan. But the question remains: can these deeply ingrained traditions coexist with the growing calls for change? Or are they destined to clash in ways the Consortium can no longer control?

The processional continues, and so does our coverage. You're watching 360° Around the Galaxy, where we don't just report the news—we dissect it. Stay with us."

The broadcast transitions to a sweeping view of Lady Shaya's ascent to the altar, with subtle commentary continuing over the regal music filling the hall.

 

[Thayze Montserrat]

|| TYING A KNOT ||
Head in the Clouds - Chapter 1

OUTFIT: Black Formal Dress
TAG: Briana Sal-Soren | Kahne Porte

Spoiler: THEME

FOUNTAIN PALACE, HAPES

Just as Thayze noticed that Briana Sal-Soren was gesturing for him to come, the orchestra opened the ceremony with august notes that built up to the groom's entrance, and more importantly, the bride's. Lady Giulia and Hugo are lasers-focused on the proceedings, from the two blessed souls, tying the knots for as long as they breathe, to the honorable guests: The Queen of Naboo, The Leader of the Confederacy, politicians of the Alliance, high-ranking Jedi, and CEOs and representatives of galactical corporations. Thayze can feel how tense they are, it is a public display of power-grab they are witnessing, after all, at least an attempt at it, something that the couple definitely invests in heavily, on one side or the other. He can see beneath his father's wrinkling forehead the financial forecast of three outcomes possibilities, and on his mother's the daring political maneuvers she will force him to spearhead in the coming days. It still possesses him a huge dilemma, caught between the values of the Jedi and the dreams of his parents; he always tries to have a positive outlook toward it, so that he can balance the two and one day be the leader that his people need, but deep down he knows how hard and unlikely it is.

Just before the priest officially started the ceremony, Thayze excused himself from his preoccupied parents and waltzed across the hall to sit beside his Master. It has gotten stale with his parents so invested in the proceedings, not to mention the usual 'have you found someone?' question that will come sooner or later. Of course, he has done his portion of observation, on both sides, but Thayze's the patient, composed type, if not a little bit too overconfident in his ability to calmly navigate multiple crises altogether. There's no sin in having a more relaxed conversation with his own Master on this eventful night, he thought. "Master Briana, Master Kahne, it's good to see you two here," Thayze greeted in Galactic Basic, the first time he spoke in it today. His voice still retains some of the commanding regal aura that comes with his High Galactic accent, as opposed to his usual boyish tone. "My parents would like to meet you Master, but they are currently pretty occupied with faces and gestures," he snickers, a little nervous about how the two parties will perceive one another upon the meeting. He took another glance towards his parents, Lady Giulia now looking at Briana while his husband whispered something in her ear.

This surely is going to be a long, long night.​

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[Lily Decoria]

Location: Wedding
Outfit: Dress
Tag: Briana Sal-Soren | Kahne Porte | Thayze Montserrat | Shaya Khal | Astor Daaray

Lily had been invited by her Master to attend the wedding of the royal prince of Hapan to someone she did not know. What Lily had learned was that her Master had previously been in a relationship with this prince. A history that she was sure held many assorted stories.

However, Lily knew what she was here to do. Celebrate the happy union of the two? No, Lily wasn't even sure it would be a happy union since they never sparred and exposed one another to their core raw emotions and beliefs.

No, this was about supporting Briana and making sure that whoever was marrying this prince would forever know that they were second best and only that. That was her goal to make sure that Briana held the confidence and grace she had before things with Aiden had failed.

Arriving at the wedding, Lily stood next to her Master and watched as others filtered in and took their positions. Her high standing with the royal family of Eshan meant that Lily's family was seen by many as nobility. It was a strange term but apparently the closest word that her people had for such positions.

Once the bride came walking down the aisle and then looked towards Briana, Lily then leaned in, whispering low. "She must feel such shame entering her wedding and realising she isn't even the third most attractive woman here." Lily smirked forward.

Watching the event with her silver eyes.

 

[Orion Pavond]

HAPES - FOUNTAIN PALACE - MARRIAGE CEREMONY
@OPEN

Most arrivals here were either of nobility, royalty, or special standing. Perhaps even a relation to the about-to-be-newlyweds. Orion shared none of those characteristics at this event. No, his invitation did not come in the form of a letter, but rather through an assignment. His entire purpose at this event was to ensure it ran smoothly and without issue. His eyes taking into account each individual at this procession.

There was much to be learned from observing the attendees. The drama and innermost feelings of each individual could be spotted a mile away. And that was without utilizing the Force to guide his perceptions. Every microexpression and pursed lip a story to be told on how each person felt and thought about this momentous occasion.

If anything, the Force only allowed him to easily filter through the different conversation in earshot. Every hushed whisper or gossip. Most might be hearsay but information is information. There was more to it if one could read between the lines.

But this was not his immediate target. Instead, Orion walked with his hands in his pockets nonchalantly, gazing over the assortment of gourmet food. A hand reached out and began picking particular desserts. A few cookies and cupcakes that he stuffed into his pockets discretely before taking a bite out of a strudel. He had a sweet tooth. And besides, who was going to stop him from helping himself?

Mm, this is good. I should steal a recipe or two while I'm here.

After all, everyone else was too busy with the event itself to spare any attention to him.

Taking another bite out of the strudel as he walked back to the main hall, Orion glanced at the tapestry before shifting his attention to the various royals. Everyone in the finest garb and putting on a show. And that's why Orion accepted this assignment. For the showmanship, the entertainment value. He hoped there was drama and more. Something to really spice up the afternoon.

If not, maybe he would need to create his own entertainment. Assuming, of course, this was the type of wedding he might suspect it to be. All political plays and power moves. Not an ounce of genuine care or affection. It showed.

No one would have hang a tapestry this gaudy at a wedding they cared about. No, this had the makings of a show of power, if nothing else. But better to be safe than sorry and wait until he got a proper look at the bride and groom.

Although, that implied he cared enough to stop anyone from making such a monumental mistake. After all, this marriage was carrying forward for an important reason, several in fact if he had to bet money. Who was he to judge? Who was he indeed.

No one else seemed to care and those that might have kept silent.

Let them stew and let them suffer. Perhaps, something could be learned from this.

Orion sat down at the edge of the procession, overlooking the whole event as he leaned back and took another, final bite of the strudel. Then his hands worked into his pockets and picked out the cupcake in his hand, ready to enjoy another sweet treat during this rather boring start.

Can they move this along, please?

His normally inquisitive and curious gaze began to dull into a sense of neutrality and nonchalance, receding into his own mind and perusing his own personal thoughts while keeping a careful watch.

For now, he only observed and nothing more.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

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Lysander's gaze softened as he observed Cora slowly disappear behind the fan; it triggered a sense of protectiveness, a feeling that reminded him of how much he’d grown and changed since leaving Ukatis. But that didn’t prevent another innocent smile from etching across his face, one that was both playful and affectionate, for he enjoyed the sight of watching his sister try to hide her emotions.

A chuckle was suppressed, and his thoughts were already in disagreement; personally, his irritation was quite palpable when desiring food.

The Padawan pushed back a stray strand of blonde hair that seemed determined to keep falling back into his eyes. For a second, they crossed as he tried to focus on it.

Listening to their story, without a doubt, might have been the least exciting thing he’d heard in a while. But he wasn’t about to voice that. Instead, he pressed a finger to his lips and gazed upward, pretending to be deep in thought. “Ohh, I see. Enemies turned lovers. Such a classic tale.”

His tone remained light. “Well, what little things has he done then?” he asked, genuinely curious. Rather than sibling banter, he wanted to understand Cora’s happiness, and maybe even see the sparkle in her gaze again. "Hmm, does he draw funny pictures to make you smile? Or like.. does he actually remember your favorite snacks?”

Before long, his attention was drawn elsewhere, watching as someone emerged from the grand doors; the entrance was enchanting, and the orchestra had a way of complimenting the regal figure’s presence. A sense of urgency washed over him, and he turned back to his sister, wanting to make sure she wasn’t still hiding.

His middle finger quickly snapped off his thumb, giving the hand that was holding the fan a sharp flick. Lysander leaned in, his voice a whisper. "Hey! Try to stop thinking about Makko for a minute, or you're going to miss everything!"

 

[Shineke Dravenné]

But a few moments after Kalantha had finished speaking, Vemric Keldra emerged from the crowd. He paid her a compliment and an attempt at a smile, and Shineke was very relieved that she stood on the queen's political periphery.

It struck Shineke as deeply ironic that he spoke to a woman who wore the scar of remembrance in the presence of four more who did as well, including Neke. Of course, the scar symbolized the suffering that predated the Great Time of Peace on Naboo, but more modern suffering could be memorialized by it as well.

The Cataclysm came to her mind. Surely it came to Kalantha's too.

Neke side-eyed her queen, unwilling to act before her—even to give the new Confederacy's head of state a proper, albeit insincere, smile.

Kalantha + OPEN(ish)​

 

[Kahne Porte]

Tags: Briana Sal-Soren Thayze Montserrat

"Good greetings to you,"

The Master showed a small nod and smile towards Briana at her comment. "Thank you." He winked at her just as the music started and the bride came down the aisle, he couldn't help but notice a small glanced between the two and then Lily Decoria comment seemed to lay things out. And he couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the comment by her. Not to the point to where he would draw looks, but it did put a smile on his face.

"Master Briana, Master Kahne, it's good to see you two here,"

"It's good to see you my friend." The Jedi Master whispered and showed a small respectful nod towards him. He would make a note to formally greet him after the wedding was over.

"A lot is riding on this to event to go right, and it's rippling out."

"Usually when you expect things to go right, they never do." Kahne said looking over briefly to Briana. "I'm hopeful that everything will turn out well, and if it doesn't. You aren't alone my friend."

 

[Sentapoth Findos]

/:/ Tag: Vemric Keldra Kalantha [Passing Mention and Greeting]

The Neimoidian extended his hand to take a glass of wine from a passing service droid, wishing that the sparkling drink would soothe his anxiety and help him unwind, even as a profound apprehension lingered that unforeseen complications might arise with the increasing mingling of guests, yet none could truly compete with the Trade Federation in terms of wealth accumulation.

Such disparity was evident in the tacky attire chosen by the nobility for the occasion, though such criticism remained unspoken as Lord Vemric Keldra resumed his typical manner of speaking, characterized by a lack of compassion or empathy towards the Neimoidian's plight. The Sephi's disdain for him was unmistakable, perceiving him merely as an insignificant insect that required verbal elimination.

"I appreciate the vote of confidence, Lord Keldra." He took a moment to respond after being stunlocked, feeling relieved that the Head of State was not insisting on his immediate resignation, thereby allowing Abrion Major to retain a leader with the necessary fortitude to oversee its development and contribution to the Confederate cause.

Though it was followed up by a rather nasty remark that his cowardice was disgusting, and beneath the man's time to engage with him any further.

"I am always blindsided by your infinite wisedom....surely that comes with age." Sentapoth remarked with a subtle smile, one that was scarcely noticeable. Should the Sephi wish to partake in a playful exchange of barbs, he would acquiesce in order to protect his own reputation from further decline as they approached the Queen of Naboo, Kalantha , who was flanked by attendants and various other individuals.

"Your Majesty, The Trade Federation and the Neimoidian Government are pleased to see you at this event, and wish you well on the building of the Naboo Republic. A shining example of the galaxy's future with a visionary person in charge." He replied with a blend of inflection, taking a seat nearby as the person of the hour Shaya Khal made her entrance to greet her consort and begin the ceremony before the guest got bored with mere discussions about galactic politics.

 

[Kha'la Daaray]

The regal fanfare of horns announced the arrival of the Queen Mother as the grand doors to the ceremonial hall of the Fountain Palace swung open. The symphony of sound commanded immediate attention, and much of the crowd of nobles, dignitaries, and esteemed guests turned as one toward the entryway.

Kha'la emerged, a vision of elegance and authority, her every movement carrying the weight of her station. Her dress, a masterpiece of Hapan artistry, shimmered in the ambient light of the hall. It was crafted from rare, silken fabric that seemed to ripple like liquid starlight, catching hues of gold and deep cerulean with each step. Delicate embroidery of Hapan starbursts adorned the gown, cascading down its flowing train, which was carried by two attendants. A subtle diadem of platinum and aquamarine rested upon her brow, a symbol of her lineage and unyielding sovereignty.

Flanking her were the Royal Guard, their polished armor gleaming under the hall's radiant chandeliers. They moved in perfect unison, a silent declaration of the strength and unity she brought to her family and her people. Their presence was a reminder that while this was a day of celebration, it was also a day of significance for the future of the Consortium.

Kha'la's fiery gaze swept across the gathered crowd, her expression composed yet warm, as she nodded gracefully to those who inclined their heads in deference. Her lips curved into a subtle smile as her eyes found Prince Astor Daaray and Lady Shaya Khal , standing resplendent at the altar. Pride flickered in her gaze, an unspoken acknowledgment of the union that would solidify the legacy of their family.

As she ascended the grand aisle, the soft rustle of her gown mingled with the reverent silence of the onlookers. Her steps were measured, deliberate, embodying the weight of tradition and the hope she carried for the future. For a moment, her gaze softened, and she looked to Astor with the pride only a mother could feel. This was his day, his future — but it was also a day that marked another step toward the Consortium's enduring strength.

With a final glance around the grand hall, she folded her hands before her, ready to support her family and act as queen representing her people.

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[Liin Terallo]

Ah, there he is.

I give Mister Dashiell a polite smile as he approaches and dutifully take his arm as he offers it. I bow my head at the compliment and follow it with one of my own. "Thank you, Mister Dashiell. And that tailored suit suits you well."

In regards to his other statement, I give a polite nod. "My journey here was uneventful, yes. It is an advantage of living in neutral space. None deem you as a threat nor a target. And fortunately I am not well known, so I am able to travel without drawing attention to myself. Especially given that I do not travel with a large entourage. Relinquishing one of my positions was probably one of the best moves that I had made. However there are cons for such a decision as well. But those will go away on their own in time."

I allow him to lead me into the venue. The crystals and reflections of light everywhere catch my eye. It is probably by far the richest looking venue that I had ever been in. I could only imagine how others see it. Does their colored vision see it as more beautiful? Or less? Does it amaze them or are they all far too used to such a display of wealth? Different worlds had different approaches.

"And how was your journey here?"

Tag: Judah Dashiell