We Like Balls [Galactic Alliance Fund-Raiser Gala]

[Armand Temi]

Marcus was right that this room was a good spot. There were not very many beautiful views on Sullust, except for some of the underground lichen and moss caves built by the Sullustians to cultivate food, neither of which Sylvia would eat, but lichen especially was said to be a delicacy especially if seasoned with volcano pepper which was some type of incredibly eye-wateringly, hot spice. When the pilot caught the dark-haired slicer looking her way, she blushed, though in the dim light he was unlikely to see the trace of her shyness. C’mon Red Devil, we’ve done this before, she thought, but it suddenly seemed like their first date all over again.

But similar to what was in Marcus’s thoughts, Sylvia also mused about how much conflict there was in the galaxy, and how quickly she could be called away to a hostile planet. In a way, she longed to just leave it all behind, but flying was what she’d been raised to do. What else would I do, she thought? Be a simple-minded, administrative assistant in a boring skyscraper office on Coruscant? She certainly wouldn’t be sitting by a fire, with a handsome friend, watching lava-rivers undulate below them if that were the case.

Inching closer to Marcus, the red-head kicked off her kitten heels and tucked her feet up on the sofa under her. This time she was decidedly less drunk than at the Angel’s Den, but it didn’t make her desire for him any less palpable. Still there was something on her mind. Then laying her head on his shoulder, she asked, “Who do you really work for Marcus? I know you said clients, but who or what pays your bills?” She was not naïve that there could have been a criminal element to his work, and while Rogue Fifteen would not judge, she wanted to know just who she was getting close to.

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus couldn't help but feel a dramatic wave of heat course through his body as she snuggled up to him. It had not been the first time, that much was true, but in those dark emerald eyes he always managed to find himself a bit more nervous than he might have been with any of the other girls he had met around the galaxy. He wondered if he looked confident. Of course he had done his best to appear that way ever since he had first kindled the conversation at the bar. If he looked it, he certainly didn't feel it. He supposed she could see right through him.

When she had finally brought her head to rest against his shoulder he set his gaze into the fireplace which served as a healthy distraction from any thoughts he might have that went beyond simply talking. Her question was hardly surprising, he had been expecting it all night. It was rare that someone ever took interest in his career. Hell, it would be impossible to guess the last time that had actually taken the time to sit down and talk to him! Most of his time was spent looking up information for the promise of a substantial sum rather than having friendly chats with his all too dubious contacts. He at least owed her honesty for taking him away from that grind.

"Anyone who is willing... Bounty hunters, military officials... Even Jedi sometimes. You'd be surprised how precious a tiny bit of information can be."

And that much was true. It had baffled him at first the types of jobs that he had been called up for, and not all of them would be considered morally good. One did not have that type of luxury when they were living off of a string of less than legal work. It payed well though, and he was able to take care of himself. He prided himself on not being too frivolous with money, and he seldom found himself uncomfortable with whatever number his bank statement showed. The real amount of his wealth, however, was locked away on Aargau. It was there that his father had left his inheritance and he dare not withdraw from it unless it was vital.

"And I imagine the Alliance pays well?"


[member="Sylvia Nuru"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Heat began to fill the living room, and Sylvia tried to believe it was the hypnotizing fire or the pulsing warmth from the volcanic lava outside, but she was nearly positive that her flushed face and overheated skin had more to do with her proximity to Marcus. But it was not a bad feeling. Not in the slightest.

The slicer’s answer about his work wasn’t as terrible as she was expecting. He seemed to have fairly normal clients and did not mention the Sith. Of course bounty hunters need information, Sylvia. Marcus is just providing a transactional service, she rationalized. He isn't actually murdering anyone. And if Rogue Fifteen turned the mirror on herself, sure she’d shot down pirates and the like, although the red-head wasn’t sure she’d actually killed anyone either. But if she had to, for the sake of the honor and duty of whoever she served, she would not hesitate. It was not that different, if she really thought about it.

When Marcus asked about credits, Sylvia laughed in amusement, but it was not dismissive or derisive. “Not really, but there’s not much that I don’t long to have. Meals are provided in the mess hall, MREs if you’re out in the field. There’s a small stipend to spend on cantinas, sundries, and vacations. But it’s not much. My parents still send me the emergency credit or two and sometimes a care package."

She looked up at the dark-haired slicer with her verdant eyes. “I mean, there are definitely things that I want that the Alliance can’t provide.” As Sylvia said this, her hand reached over to clasp Marcus’s, her fingers entertaining with his. The redhead pilot was definitely a good girl, always taught to not make the first move, but like the night at the dark and mysterious Angel’s Den, she found herself irresistibly attracted to the slicer, and squeezing his fingers, reached up and planted a kiss on his mouth with her crimson lips.

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus hardly imagined the Alliance would pay very well. Most governments had a poor tendency to leave their soldiers underfunded besides the bare necessities, and in some cases he had heard of soldiers being left with nearly nothing to bring home to their families. Growing up around his father had left little room for the idea of a small paycheck and a pat on the back. His father had told him many times that a reward or any sort of payment was to be done strictly between two individuals... Less could slip through the hands of the middlemen that way. Whether or not the ideal had rubbed off on him was another story. He would be slightly shamed to admit that he was simply glad to be paid upon the completion of the job. Via an in-between or in person, it hardly mattered to him.

With the silence that followed, Marcus kicked away his own dress shoes and flexed his toes beneath the tight black socks. He truly despised it, all of this dressing up, but it certainly had brought about its own rewards. He could still hardly believe he'd found her here of all places. People drifting in and out of his life had seemed like the norm for the longest time and he felt as though somewhere along the line he had lost his connection with other people. Somewhere in the dark corridors of his starship, or in the smoke laden rooms of bars and cantinas, he had definitely lost something. In more ways than one, Sylvia helped him feel a bit more human. Although all of this was true, he still felt distant. Perhaps that was why he had not made the first move... Perhaps that had been the reason he had not contacted her immediately following their encounter on Soceras. The thought that he might be so detached from these sorts of interactions scared him, but he knew as soon as her eyes met his that he may always be able to find his way back.

Upon their lips meeting, the memories of Soceras seemed less distant than ever... Save for the fact that they could see straight. He was so relaxed in his current state of mind, that he hardly had time to stop himself from uttering a word that she would hardly understand.

"Kandosii'la..."


[member="Sylvia Nuru"]

 

[Kaile Vera]

There were few moments in life that rarely struck the Lorrdian. Those moments were tied to various paths in the past that led her to where she was now. Echos of whatif's and maybe's tangled up in regrets and concessions. This was her life. Kaile knew it well. She'd long ago made due with knowing that instead of looking to the past, she had to look forward, one step at a time.

She just didn't expect the past to broadside her without warning.

The catchy beat of the music would fade as Kaile's brown eyes would glance up to review the next set of facial recognition imprints. Each had a small holographic picture with general data, with encrypted information available for review beside it.

The file that came up was rather typical. Young male. Human. Homeworld Eriadu. Alliance Navy. Rogue Squadron. All little tidbits of the smirking visage with the goldflecked green eyes promising mischief in spades.

Asmus.

Her smile froze. Breath caught. For a moment, Kaile let her fingers hover over the file, letting it linger. Awareness of what it meant finally caught up to dawning realization. A pan of her gaze brought forth another holoscreen to focus. The live feed.

The search was quick; just a few taps of the keys. When the camera came zooming in upon a small trio, the slide of her fingers came to a stop.

There was no audio to pick up on his laughter or his quips. No microphone to stream the timbre of his voice as he happily stood in conversation with two other women. But Kaile could fill it in. The angle of the holocamera hanging by the wall couldn’t quite pick up a full frontal of his face, but the profile was there. It was him.

It was Asmus.

And it felt as if the floor suddenly went up in a puff of smoke.

 

[Armand Temi]

Sylvia leaned into the kiss, clasping her hands gently around the back of the slicer’s neck. All thoughts drifted away except for the pertinent and quite physical need now which drove the both of them to seek each other out again. The only sensation that Rogue Fifteen felt was the warmth of Marcus’s form, the taste of his lips and the desire in her own body to repeat the night they’d had on Soceras. Then she heard the words he’d spoken in a language with which she was not intimately familiar. Trying to convince herself it didn't mean, "By the Core, this girl is a bad kisser," when they’d both had their fill of the makeout session, enough to break away, Sylvia couldn’t help but ask.

“Is that Mandalorian?” The utterance of the warrior language introduced a new element into Sylvia’s thoughts about Marcus. The redhead pilot had been educated on Coruscant and while she wasn’t the best student inside the classroom, faring much better in the skies, she did know a little about the Mandalorians and loyalty was a key ingredient. “Does that mean that you’re a Mandalorian?”

Ultimately, Sylvia didn’t know what this meant. Marcus certainly didn’t seem like a Mandalorian, though admittedly she wasn’t sure what really defined them, more sure that they were a culture, rather than a race. Her mind scanned the list of the Galactic Alliance’s enemies, and the redhead pilot could not remember where the Mando Clans stood in relation. Perhaps Marcus knew and would shed more light upon it when he answered. If he was a true opponent of what the Alliance stood for, then she could not deny that it felt a little more than thrilling to be kissing one of the enemy.

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Kahne Porte]

Late, as late could be.

Sullust was indeed a volcanic planet, then again it had its moments to where it was truly a nice place to be. The Jedi Master had called this place home, much over his second home that was Naboo. Dressed rather decently or so he thought. He only slightly versed in elegant manner, and he hoped this was enough for such a thing. While he wasn't one for dressing up to much, his moment he did have they were in good supply. Kahne glanced around a moment while taking in a deep breath booze,drunkenness, and love he could smell in the air and he just chuckled lightly as he nodded to those few that had recognized him and gave a short wave or slight bow at which Kahne returned their courtesy.

The Jedi Master cleared his throat as he moved towards the bar, his hands placed lightly along the counter as he raised a hand requesting a drink.

"A small glass of Corellian whiskey, my friend." The Jedi said with a small smile, one of his guilty pleasures. Corellian whiskey, as he thought about that drink he thought on Corellia and what had become of the planet. It was such a shame, there was good memories made on that planet, he hoped at one point it could perhaps someday...

The glass delivered to him as he took it from the bartender and he gave a small nod, thus raising the glass to his lips and taking a drink. "That's very nice." The Jedi said enjoying himself as much as he could, for he knew the work would start at some point.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus had hardly noticed his slip of tongue and it still hadn't completely registered with him that she had actually heard the word at all, that is until she pointed it out. Had he said it? And even if she had, he was sure that she might have passed it off as some passive word of euphoria that passed between the lips of a man who had been neglected of such attention for some time. Whatever he had said, as soon as she mentioned the origin that had once set fear into many throughout the galaxy he certainly came to his senses. There would be no avoiding it now, and although it seemed hardly important to him, it may have borne some importance to her and her friends within the Alliance. He could hardly guess at the status that the clans had with the Alliance, though considering their allies were so few in the galaxy, he hardly expected it would be very friendly.

"I am... I guess I don't really look like one?"

He made a mock gesture towards the outfit that had played a heavy role in allowing him entrance to the party, though it was something that a member of the clans would seldom put on. He hardly expected that she might figure it out as being a slicer must not have exactly shouted honor across a few drinks. Perhaps she expected him to be a Corellian or something like that. Whatever the case may be, her reaction was not one of total shock, and he thanked the heavens for that. Perhaps it would not be such a large issue?

"I'm guessing you know a bit?"


[member="Sylvia Nuru"]

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Spoiler

Lucius… I'm moving on before the thread makes a time jump. Luv ya.

Alexandra didn't want to, but she really needed to. After two glasses of champagne and nearly half a bottle of whiskey, and not just any brand either - a rare Whyren's Reserve no less, the sun-kissed brown haired Rogue had to use the fresher. The Taanabian downed the rest of the fine spirit in her glass, then her brandy brown gaze laid upon [member="Lucius Varad"], the silver-haired fox or now the one and only Baird, with an apologetic smile.

"I have thoroughly enjoyed your company tonight, Lucius, but you'll have to excuse me as I need to go powder my nose, then walk about a bit I think before I can't anymore," Alleycat chuckled softly.

She rose from her chair, then leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss upon Lucius' cheek. "Please enjoy the rest of the bottle… You've earned it with your wonderful singing performance earlier." With that said, Alex strolled away with her small, black clutch purse in hand looking for the ladies room.

---

Several minutes later, the brandy-eyed brunette emerged from the ladies powder room to rejoin the gala goers with her gold dress smoothed over, fresh lips, and a light dab of Happy Heart to her pulse points. She was feeling real good by this time, but not sloppy drunk by any means. The pilot could still feel her top teeth, which meant her words weren't too slurred and her gait still graceful though maybe her hips swayed a bit more side to side while sauntering through the crowd.

As she neared the bar once again, Alexandra spied a tall, dark and handsome man wearing a tux standing there having a drink seemingly alone. She'd not seen the Jedi Master since their shared day off together, which was several weeks ago due to their respective busy schedules. Good memories of their first encounter flooded her booze-fogged mind so naturally her high heeled feet walked over to where [member="Kahne Porte"] was, and she flashed him a warm smile as their eyes met; losing herself in those blue pools of his.

"Hello Kahne…"

 

[Kahne Porte]

[member="Alexandra Russo"]

"Hello Kahne…"

Kahne glanced to his side when he heard his name and then a smile came across his face when he saw who it was exactly. The Jedi looked her up and down and still smiled as he nodded his head. "Alexandra..." Kahne said just above a whisper thus taking a small drink from his glass. "You look beautiful." The Jedi said again as he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.

"It's really good to see you, I was surprised to actually bump into you here. I'm not really one for dressing and gala events and what not but this is a for a very good cause." Kahne took another drink, and finally leaned against the bar just a tiny bit.

"Are you here alone?" The Jedi inquired as he didn't see if she was with anyone.

 

[Alexandra Porte]

It was good to know Alexandra still made [member="Kahne Porte"] smile. She'd missed doing so. And with the Jedi Master's endearing compliment and tender kiss placed upon her cheek, it definitely made her smile back.

"Why thank you… You don't look so bad yourself," the brandy-eyed brunette grinned sweetly, her gaze appreciating him up and down as well.

"It is a good cause indeed. I'm glad I could be a part of it."

As the dark-haired Jedi leaned against the bar all smexy like in his tux, Alex stepped in closer and reached for his drink; her fingers brushing against Kahne's rather sensually as the glass was borrowed and a sip taken of the amber spirit. She licked her lips afterwards with a little "mmmm" added, then the Rogue handed the glass back.

"I am… Are you as well?"

 

[Kahne Porte]

It didn't take long for Kahne to notice that she was a little bit tipsy the more he focused on her and that in itself just made him chuckled. She reached for his drink, her hand embracing his and the glass raised to her lips and he heard the satisfying reply from her and he chuckled again. "It's pretty good right, I can't get enough of his stuff." The Jedi raised his glass to her for a brief moment and he then took another drink.

"Yes, flying solo for the night. You know we Jedi are forbidden from attachments." Kahne smirked and then winked at her for a moment as he set the glass down on the edge and requested another drink, which didn't take long to get a response and a refill. She seemed a little tipsy, while Kahne had not gotten to that point yet, if at the most he would look after her the rest of the evening.

The Jedi glanced towards the dance floor just as a familiar song would soon start to play.

"Would you like to dance?" The Jedi inquired thus taking a small drink of his whiskey and setting it down lightly.

[member="Alexandra Russo"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Sylvia hoped her naivety didn’t show because she honestly wasn’t sure if the Mandalorian clans were friends or foes of the Galactic Alliance. The redhead pilot was normally so focused on training, working-out, and hanging close to the engineers to make sure that her X-wing was in perfect condition all of the time. You could get better at politics, she told herself, realizing there was so much she didn’t know or could not speak to, so trapped willingly in the cockpit she was at all times.

But honestly Marcus could have been the most heinous Sith in the galaxy right now, and she would have still kissed him, and done so again in a heartbeat.

“You don’t look like one, I agree. But imagine there are many Mandos that fly below the radar like you do,” Sylvia said. "Or so I'm guessing."

The corner of her lips rose in a smile as he motioned to his suit, which fit him perfectly, she marveled inside. Reaching up to his face with a hand to wipe a stray mark of crimson lipstick off from where they’d been kissing, she moved closer to him, entwining one pale leg with his. With her heels off Marcus would see that the shiny color painted on her toenails matched the color of her lips – a bright scarlet red. As she ventured a caress of her foot along his calf, she said, “Actually, I am ashamed to admit it but I know relatively nothing about the Mandalorians aside from history databanks and HNN. Tell me about your involvement with them. If you don’t mind?”

This time, she would not squander her time with the slicer by drinking too much alcohol. She would finally get to know him as she’d wanted to on Soceras, but hadn’t due to the fervor of their one-night stand.

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Alexandra Porte]

"Forbidden, hmmm… Well I'm a Rogue. Breaking the rules is part of our code," Alex quipped back with a soft giggle. "You could be in for trouble then, Master Jedi," she grinned; her brandy brown orbs speaking volumes of mischief behind them.

It was hard to keep her hands off the tall, dark, and handsome man standing so desirable before her, but a solution to her problem was soon found when Kahne asked Alleycat to dance.

"Yes, I'd love to," Alex replied sweetly, then waited for the Jedi to take a sip of his new drink. "But you really need to down that sucker so you're at least halfway drunk. It is a party after all, and you're here to show me a good time," she smiled in a playful way, handing the glass back to Kahne. Gods if he didn't throw it back, she would, but the pilot didn't need any more liquid encouragement at the moment.

When the band began to play the next song, they walked out hand in hand onto the dance floor. With her stilettos on, the long-legged brunette was nearly on eye level with the Jedi Master. Alexandra faced him and snaked her left arm around Kahne's shoulder and rested her hand upon the nap of his neck and collar loosely, then slipped her right hand into his offered one. The music was slower and more intimate than the previous one that had played. It was perfect for the moment.

As they swayed back and forth, Alexandra couldn't take help but get lost in those mesmerizing blue pools of his; this time allowing herself to drown in them as her finger's teased the back of his hair.

"I've missed you, Kahne," she uttered softly between them.

[member="Kahne Porte"]

 

[Kahne Porte]

"So I've heard..." The Jedi muttered with a small smirk."Well, I'm usually in a lot of trouble here lately." The Jedi said as he went to take a small drink and he chuckled again when she mentioned downing the whole glass and getting drunk. "It takes a lot more than just this to get me drunk sweetheart." The Jedi winked at her as he followed suit and downed the glass of whiskey and took a deep breath afterwards. Kahne tossed the glass to the bartender and nodded his head. "I'll be right back." The Jedi said to the bartender then looked back to Alexandra.

"So, its my job to show you a good time huh?" The Jedi inquired as he narrowed his eyes playfully at the Rogue and then just chuckled lightly. "I suppose that can start now." The Jedi twirled Alexandra around once slowly matching the pace of the song as they closed distance with each other, rather intimately he had to say. One hand holding on to her's, while the other was place at the small of her back.

"I've missed you, Kahne,"

The Jedi stared into her eyes just as she was with him as the song's melody continued on, steering them to a place where seemingly only the existed. The Jedi leaned forward, his cheek against hers and whispered into her ear. "I can tell, I've missed you too." The Jedi cleared his throat and closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again. He could feel her fingers toying with the back of his hair.

"It's a shame we were apart for so long." The Jedi whispered to her, a soft light chuckle escaping his lips. As he knew it couldn't always be like this. And for the Jedi Master he was having difficultly right now. While he knew part of him wanted to just let go and fall into her, something was telling him not too, or at least be weary and careful of this emotion.

[member="Alexandra Russo"]

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus had hoped that she might not find out about his true origin, if not for the fact that his people's history was dotted with the odd extermination of a species and their way of life, then for the cold relationship that the inner worlds usually held with the Mandalorians and their ilk. He was proud that he could still say that he was an honorable man. Many of his people had worked their whole lives in cold blooded slaughter that yielded a larger paycheck from the sith rather than any sort of good standing reputation, and he only hoped that she had not learned of the multiple mercenaries that were in their service. At the very least, he expected that she might believe one of his kinsmen to be a bulking, ignorant, and cold man... Though he could only hope that he had broken that misconception.

"I wouldn't expect you to be able to pick one out. Unless they were in their armor of course... Have you heard of the armor at least?"

Out of all the symbols that his people bore when they traveled the galaxy, the famous Beskar'gam would be the most notable in the eyes of an outsider. Bulky, chiseled, and strong enough to withstand direct contact with lightsabers for a time made it a favored armor among many, and in rare cases it was seen drifting out of the protection of the clans. From the time he had arrived at the enclave, Marcus had been instructed to wear his armor as if it were a second skin, and her certainly had worn it enough to let that statement reign as a bit of truth.

The sudden thoughts of his homeworld only distracted him slightly from her advances, and he absentmindedly found himself moving his fingers through her fiery locks that glowed against the light of the fire.


[member="Sylvia Nuru"]

 

[Armand Temi]

“Yes,” she laughed, feeling like vapebait at the fact that she knew so little of the Mandalorian culture. “Beskar'gam.” Sylvia tried to picture Marcus in the armor, but it was a difficult illustration to paint in her head. As a slicer she assumed he was behind the scenes, in server rooms, tinkering with software and even hardware to jam communications, retrieve data, and move in and out of the shadows as they’d done in the Jedi Master’s estate.

But envisioning him on the front lines of a raging battle in Beskar'gam?

“Are you in danger often that you have to wear such protective armor?” she asked in a softer voice. Nothing could be more life-threatening than piloting an X-wing in a sky full of pirates or Sith, but for some reason, she felt safe and protected in her fighter. Combat on the ground terrified her to be honest, but it was because she’d come practically out of the womb in a flight suit, her family so entrenched in the Imperial Navy.

Sylvia sighed as Marcus’s hand found its way into her hair. She closed her eyes and again rested her head on his shoulder, content, but also curious about his lifestyle, the Mandalorian culture he was a part of and just where the two of them would be headed after this night.

“If you die in battle, how are we going to continue bumping into each other randomly?” the red-haired pilot asked, teasing, but with a hint of seriousness to her melodic voice.

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Alexandra Porte]

As the two danced cheek to cheek, Alexandra picked up on the Jedi Master's scent; his particular male spiciness making her feel like she was home here in his arms. She let herself completely mold into him enjoying every nuance of their bodies that was between them as they swayed to and fro in perfect sync.

"Mhmm… I've often thought of you, us, together," Alex whispered tenderly into Kahne's ear, then the smallest chuckle slipped from her lips. "Caf even has taken on a whole new meaning to me. I want to share it with you again and always."

That was a reference to their first day spent together that sparked something in both of them that they couldn't deny was there with a purpose. The question was what to do with it now, and possibly in the future, if indeed that was to be the goal.

[member="Kahne Porte"]

 

[LT-137]

I could do nothing more than smile as my violet eyes watched Alex take her leave. There was a part of me that would've begged her to stay a while longer, and help finish off this rare treat - but I knew better. Thus, as she left the bottle of rare Corellian Whiskey in my care, I downed the pitiful remnants and poured myself another glass. This time, several fingers more than before.

It wasn't because she had left me alone, I understood long before my days at the academy had begun, that women were mystical creatures that I shouldn't concern myself with. They're better off as friends, lest the memories of the time before the Alliance begin to resurface. Sadly, due to the events of Malastare and the uncertain future, I would find her ashen revenant haunting my nightly dreams with an ethereal vengeance.

Downing my thoughts in a tide of honey-dark alcohol, I tore my distant gaze off the bar, and it's many patrons, leaving my eyes to wander back towards the bottle standing defiantly before me. It was more than half empty, but I couldn't finish it. It was too much for me to drink alone, and compared to many that populated this grand hall - I wasn't much of a heavy drinker. In fact, what surprised me the most, was that I was able to ingest so much of the liquid without wetting myself or violently spitting out the contents of my stomach.

As that thought came to mind, I downed the rest of the magnificent elixir and placed the empty glass atop the depressingly barren table. There would be no need to finish what another had started, not when there were better things to do than drink alone. Wallow as one might when deprived of such divine company, I felt that my evening would be better spent attempting to purge my system of the accrued toxins. Snatching the bottle from the table and re-sealing it with the casually discarded cork, I returned the rare brew back to the disgruntled Bartender with a dismissive shrug. A confused look had crossed his face, and I couldn't help but laugh at how it folded his flesh in the most quizzical of manners.

"In another life," I said, flashing my pearlescent chips in a false approximation of a smile. "Sadly, we're going to be on duty tomorrow, and I want to nurse this headache long before I get behind the wheel. Do me a favor would you?" Pushing the bottle of Whiskey into the man's hands, I nodded in the direction of a lonely Hapan woman, busying herself with what seemed like tomorrow's itinerary. "Captain Saren looks like she needs something stiff, this bottle of Whyren's should cheer her up."

As the man was walking away, I waved to the Captain and smiled. Hopefully, she'd take it easy on us poor Rogues come the morning, but one could never be too sure what the future held. With my gift slowly making its way towards the distant Captain, my body began carrying me off towards the marbled foyer long before I realized what was taking place. Making my way through the crowds and pausing only to bid farewell to my fellow pilots, I slipped into one of the many waiting Hovercabs and departed the Gala.

There would come another time in which I would feel right at home within the bounds of the pretentious and wealthy - but it was not this day. This day? I'd rest. Sleep off the haze worming it's way into my ailing sight, and come the morning? Be able to fly with a modicum of skill.

 

[Kahne Porte]

The song continued on, as the Rogue and the Jedi swayed in perfect rhythm together. Her voice whispered in his ear and he got that same familiar feeling that he had a long time ago. It made him feel good, and he was happy during that time. Granted not that he wasn't happy now, but there was indeed something missing. And all things pointed towards Alexandra. But how that would fare out in the long run he wasn't too sure. Something's however had to be just given a chance, and see what could happen.

"I know what you mean." Kahne whispered back to her. "When I was on Hoth I dreamed about you a few times. I'd see you walking through a field, with your palms running over the tassel tops of the grain in the evening." The Jedi leaned his head into her just a bit more, affectionately. "You were always walking towards someone, I couldn't tell who." Kahne whisphered to her again as he pulled back just enough to place a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth.

"I often wondered if that was me." Kahne said with a smile as he placed his cheek against her's again.

[member="Alexandra Russo"]