We Like Balls [Galactic Alliance Fund-Raiser Gala]

[Kaili Talith]

There was a sigh of relief parting Kaili’s lips as she felt Allyson wrap her arms around her waist. They were close again, all was good. With a few rapid blinks Kaili tried to find Lilin again, but when she looked over at the spot where she had seen her friend she was already gone. Allyson made the young Talith know that she was free to do the jedi stuff again as her mind laced her words with guilt. The two of them began to wander. The guilt didn’t stop, it radiated off of Allyson in waves.

Kaili stopped.

“Stop worrying, Allyson.” She said before placing her lips against Allyson’s cheek. “I am fine, I wouldn’t have gone through with it if I didn’t trust you.” And then she sighed. “It is myself that I don’t trust. I have had… Issues with my temper and I just really need to keep that under wraps. For my own sake.”

“I would never blame you for the things that you have done for me.” She placed another quick kiss on Allyson’s lips. “You got me out of depression and you are constantly making me challenge myself in ways I never would on my own.”

“Heck, I even got a bigger workshop because of you. There is no way in hell that I can even be mad at you for that.”

[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Dayn Wren]

He thought he saw appreciation on Lilin's face when Owen had flown in to save the day. There had been a hint of a smirk on Aedan's lips, but for a moment. Suppose that was a good sign. She wasn't an easy one to read, and he couldn't tell what went on in her mind at all. Perhaps that came with being a Jedi Master and all. All he knew now was that she was glad to have dodged that situation and that she wanted another drink.

They were making steady progress towards the bar. In the process of doing so, he reminded himself of his hand on her back. A second of panic swept over him. Did this mean he could go to jail? No, that was silly. Pull yourself together. Fortunately for him the moment passed quickly. There was something slightly intimidating about doing this dance with a woman who likely could kill him in the blink of an eye if she felt like it. He wasn't used to have that looming over him. Did Jedi have diplomatic immunity? Probably. Kark.

Aedan was definitely feeling the alcohol creeping up on his senses, but he was still riding his buzz on a way upwards. "Don't kill me with your enthusiasm, Master Jedi" he teased her, giving her a playful look when they reached the bar. "You're not in your temple now." ah, finally the bartender looked his way allowing him to make his order. "And you're not an old man in a brown robe." hopefully their senses of humour aligned somewhat and she didn't take offence. However, if one never took that risk things often grew stale. Aedan had a tendency to grow more forward and less restricted the more he had to drink. Though suppose that was an experience everyone who drank went through. "What do you do for fun?" Please don't say kill overly familiar pilots.

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

 

[Liliane]

Aedan was making risky moves and Lilin didn't really know how to react to that other than to perform some dangerous moves herself. Her social skills were not as amazing as they once were, but she did try to give her best. Alcohol helped a lot with that, she had to admit.

"Well, my free time is limited, missions take up all the time," she started with her answer to that question. "I like some reading or walking around or whatever really." Nothing really risky yet. The man seemed to be feeling somewhat afraid of her or just uncomfortable, whether it was because he knew she was a Jedi Master or because of some other reason.

"It's not like I would go around, killing Sith and pilots and soldiers. Or well, whatever," she continued. "What do you yourself do?" she decided to ask as she would take a sip of a new drink. Whatever she was drinking, it tasted really good. Maybe it was a little bit too strong, but otherwise it was a fine glass of drink.

She could feel she was starting to get drunk. With every passing moment she felt more and more like just detoxifying the alcohol inside her, but she didn't want to be a party-poodoer, so she fought against her clear thinking.

"Oh and don't tell me you spend your time taking innocent Jedi Masters with you into bed," she said. Was it too much? Maybe. Maybe not. She didn't know how to feel about that. Ugh, she hated that feeling.

[ [member="Aedan Lochlan"] ]

 

[Asher]

Rogue Squadron at its base was a fighter squadron and that was what it did. The delivery of relief supplies was a task that fell on them when it came to protection, other than that they were really just the pawns. The best goshdern buttkicking squadron in the entire Alliance. He took another sip from his drink and nodded along with what [member="Charzon Loulan"] was saying. Music was one of those things he dabble in occasionally. Not professionally, but he dabbled. It was one of those remnants of having siblings that loved playing music together.

“I haven’t got much room for any real personal belongings in my quarters, but I used to rock some serious triangle and cowbell game as a kid.” Owen chuckled and took another sip. “I mean, that’s if we are to exclude my wicked awesome guitar skills.” The man lowered his beer in a silly air guitar riff. “I am Owen, by the way. Owen Holst, of Rogue Squadron. Number fourteen to be precise.” He then extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“What brings you to this event?”

 

[Dayn Wren]

Aedan nodded understandingly. He imagined her stiuation was somewhat similar to his. They were in a sense both soldiers in an army, though from different organizations. Perhaps they weren't so different? Perhaps he could understand her. Perhaps he ought to stop looking at her as a Jedi Master, and just for the person behind the title.

He laughed at her comment, looking her over real quick before replying "I don't know. You may look cute in that dress, but you could be dangerous." He played off of what she said, while trying to sneak in a compliment. Did it even make sense? She was a Jedi, of course she was dangerous. He never knew with compliments. Was it too much? Was it too little? He decided not to linger on it and move on. The alcohol helped with that, cause he feared if he got distracted now he might not be able to keep up at all.

Taking a sip from his drink, his eyes widened for a moment. Man, that was good. And... Strong. He tried to play it cool to not reveal the struggle as he poured it down. At least he didn't cough after. Yup. Judging how this felt, he would be in trouble. And when that happened there would be no Detoxify Poison to save him.

Her last comment made him smirk and laugh. To him it wasn't too much. He liked the game she was playing. Playing along was always more entertaining than getting drinks shoved up your face. "Actually, you're the first Jedi Master I've spoken to. And you're far from innocent" he raised his glass in a kind of playful toast, before taking another sip. Yup. It still burned.

"I like flying. That's probably not a surprise. But I mean, I really like flying." he said, deciding to give her a proper answer to the question asked. "Ever since a kid, I've always wanted to be above ground." especially in atmosphere. "Flying in space has its own charm. But there's just something about going at near supersonic speed, barely above the water line, climbing mountains in an X-Wing... I don't know. It's just beautiful." he was rambling now, he realised. "Up there you can let yourself fall, you can climb, turn, spin. Freedom" It was hard to stop himself sometimes, it was his passion after all. His tipsy demeanour didn't exactly help him catch himself either.

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"I heard rumors that people who may have a hand in the relief decisions or merchant navy procurement may be here today. I know an operator that may be able to deliver relief supplies, willing to deliver to either Dulvoyinn or Malastare, but this is a massive undertaking and that operator may not be able to get the supplies on their own"

If Charzon was in Star Tours' stead, she would prioritize Malastare if she had to choose one over the other. The ground threats are rather sparsely spread out over the planet, and there were few significant space threats, and Dulvoyinn still had one of the main One Sith fleets defending it. A Rasta Sub with four heavy fusion beam cannons, or even a Maximum Battleship with six heavy fusion beams, would be severely outgunned by the Hungry Mynock or other One Sith capital ships, because one heavy fusion beam would have the firepower of 12 turbolasers. But which one was truly the more urgent between Dulvoyinn or Malastare for the delivery of relief supplies? She knew that Dulvoyinn had a strategic importance while not being particularly economically important, while Malastare was economically important as well as strategically important.

[member="Owen Holst"]

 

[Loske Treicolt]

This was probably the first dress Loske had ever owned. So not to encourage anabolic shock, she still maintained that tell-tale ponytail to the event so there’d be some visual connection between the leggy, tomboy pilot to now. She’d also kept her tell-tale tardiness; getting swept up in the getting ready portion of the evening and being a popstar in her own refresh room. The tussling and hollowed tutorials paid off though, as the flashes that greeted the newcomers didn’t seem to cease even when the teen arrived.

Getting on any sort of spread was an untouched realm until tonight, and she folded her hands quickly after some photographer captured her awkward positioning and wandered away from the entrance carpet into the open room filled already with Alliance personnel; all celebrating their done-good work over Dulyovin and the rest of their accomplishments over the past couple of months.

The comfortable social cushion would be with her squadron, those faces she saw so frequently concealed by helmets and grime. To see them cleaned up so well brought a smug grin and subtle nod. Heck yeah they were the hottest crew around.

She had a single targeted mission after Dulyovin, and that was reaping her reward. She spotted the beard in question, and a curl of mischief struck her pouted lips as skip found her steps - direction her straight to the conversation she was clearly invading between @Aedan Lochlan and [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]. That’s okay, she didn’t intend to stay long. Do her damage and seek the other Rogues. Maybe some other Alliance members if they were here - seemed the kind of do fancy pants [member="Sarge Potteiger"] may show up to, what with his turtlenecks and shined shoes.

“You know what else he likes?” She slid in, smoothly, catching an all too serendipitous segue. She'd thankfully missed the aforementioned flirtation. “Baking. Cakes especially after a good ‘ol twist with death in the skies.”


#cakeblock

 

[Asher]

“Yeah sorry, I wouldn’t really know anything about that, ma’am.” Owen shrugged and scratched his nose. “I only handle deliveries and the protection of such.”

He took a last swig of his bottle and threw a quick glance around the room trying to find the one in charge of such things but for all his efforts were worth Owen couldn’t find her. He spun on his heel once more and looked over at the bar. Things were proceeding with Aedan, good. He turned back to [member="Charzon Loulan"] again before looking back over at his friend to see another rogue make way for the man. With all due haste he turned back to the woman before him, raised his finger and opened his mouth.

“Uhhh,” His voice shook. “Sorry, I need to go. Girl problems. You understand, right?”

Just this once, Owen did indeed slap himself across the cheek on a very mental level. “Sorry.” He added once more as he set off across the room. He placed his empty bottle on a tall table and continued on his way towards Aedan. It wasn’t even remotely subtle, the man was on a direct approach much like the friendly fire heading for Beardface himself. Not once had he thought Rogue Five to be like this, then again he hadn’t really had the time to build an opinion on Five either. He was, after all, the new guy.

‘You know what else he likes? Baking. Cakes-’

Owen took a deep breath. Contact had been made, he bit his fist for a second before quickly appearing from behind [member="Loske Matson"].

“Five, come on,” He urged her as he put his hand on her shoulder. “She doesn’t care about that. Come on, let's go do something else. Buffet is right over there.” The man gently tugged the blonde away from Aedan, out of sight from the man of the hour.

With a quick glance over his shoulder he checked the coast before turning back to his squadmate.

“... Duu-uuude!” He exclaimed in a hissed whisper as he held his his wide open hands in front of himself. “I don’t know Beardface, but I have checked him all night. He has slowly gone from alone in a corner to that. You can’t just block him like this, man.”

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"] // [member="Aedan Lochlan"]

 

[Loske Treicolt]

These heels were difficult to balance in for once thing, having someone else steer your direction was another. Owen hardly gave her enough time to exchange apologetic slash baffled glances between Lilin and Aedan with a shrug before she was wheeled out of the situation. Didn’t matter, [member="Owen Holst"] used the magic word: Buffet. Loske wasn’t about to get embarrassed anytime soon. She was as oblivious as they came, and as soon as she was yanked from the romantic rally and 14 gave her the delivery of reality her doe-eyed expression was replaced with realization. Mouth curved into an ‘o’, and brows raised in unison before triangulating into a grin.

She fought against all her terrible judgement not to steal a backward glance, instead an excited shiver raced down her back. Oh the dramas of it all. Wasn’t girl getting Asmus’ thing?

“Oh-hohohoho​au man, no idea.” She raised her own hands, though following Owen’s cue and keeping them at rib level and not to be seen behind her. “No idea - all I know is guy owes me a cake. I’m sure he’ll recover no problem.” This time, her gesture wasn’t so concealed as she swiped the air with a nonchalance that swept the problem off the table.

“Though the slow creep from the corner? Really? Took him more as a go get ‘em straight away kind of guy.”

[member="Aedan Lochlan"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Luce grinned and swirled the contents of the drink. "Fruit Punch."

Leaning forward, he whispered conspiratorially, "And a kick."

He watched her over the rim of the cup with a mischievous chestnut gaze.

"Dude bailed on you," he said into the cup, voice reverberating oddly. The kid took a sip, then sighed as it burned down his throat. Tasted stuff way worse on Nar Kreeta, but some way better too. This was kinda fancy. Not really his thing. Memories flitted by, of galas attended with a foil on hip and clad in the finest silks. Tapani nobility, once upon a time, or at least adopted nobility.

Well, not his thing anymore. He amended. How much did each sip cost? Probably more than he could afford, legally or otherwise.

Girl seemed a little standoffish and more than a bit wound tight.

"Here," Luce held out his cup, smirking. "Can't nark on what he didn't see."

[member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

Sal Katarn leaned back in his chair. Lot of finery running around, air full of voices in every dialect. Too much talking. He grimaced around his smoke, reached for a pocket and produced a deck of sabacc cards. Slowly, he started to shuffle them. Back and forth, back and forth, worn rectangles of flimsiplast flipping through calloused fingers.

The whole thing was far and away the opposite of his kind of 'crowd'. Still, he had to be here, for the job. Al-Int needed someone outside the normal peer circles. Just happened that that someone was him. Hmm. Long as he got paid, didn't particularly matter. Looked like there were a lot of Jedi around, or former Jedi. Recognized 'em from the dossiers. Couldn't decide which was worse, the innocuous small talk of the nobilities or the philsophic windbagging. Galaxy spun the way it wanted, tryin' to make heads or tails of it just gave headaches.

Least the Rogues were here. Sal's lips twitched as he watched 'em chase tail.

Cards flicked through his fingers and he laid 'em out. Mistress of flasks and the Idiot. Sal raised an eyebrow. S'about right.

 

[LT-137]

Of all the things this woman had presented, I found my violet eyes gravitating towards her radiant smile the most. There was something about it that I couldn't place. Reason in which my gaze was almost compelled to stare every time her lips had parted. Could it be that I was enchanted by the pearlescent chips within, or was it the sensation of joy that her smile had stirred within my breast? If it weren't for the booze, I would've been able to divine the truth behind my own secluded emotions. However, despite my thoughts being muddled by the rapid introduction of alcohol, it would be a diversion that I would pursue at a later date - when my heart had ceased its incessant pounding, and I could think clearly.

Drowning my tongue in the last remnants of Champagne, I nearly choked on the bubbly fluids as my mind realized what my Companion had done. Like a Wraith, she had slid from her stool and stalked through the swarming masses of people, only to slip in behind the bar and claim her prize. How was I to cover her from the comfort of my stool? It seemed like a silly request at first, but as my gaze had followed her every move - I felt like it was more of an invitation to take in the sight of her lithe figure in motion.

Though that was unlikely to have been the truth, I am, but a humble man and I cannot deny my primal nature. As she had rounded the bar, my eyes had peeled themselves off the subtle curves of her chartreuse-hued fabric and befell the poor Bartender, who committed the most heinous act of sacrilege to those in this line of work. I couldn't blame him that he very nearly spilled another man's drink, the woman we had both been eying was worth such a reaction, especially when she had reached up to claim the bottle of Corellian Reserve; a rare treat now that the Galaxy had seen fit to cleave the world in twain.

I couldn't help but chuckle as Alex had returned to my side with such a treasure in tow. It seemed that tonight, they would get to have a little taste of Corellian Culture - rather than drown their tongues in the bubbly swill that many had slurped like water this beautiful evening.

"I have to say; I'm impressed," I stated with a smile trailing after the words that slipped past my lips. "Not many can waltz in and take one of the few bottles of Corellian Reserve. It seems that yonder Barkeep was dumbfounded by such a Gorgeous woman, that he didn't see what you made off with."

Casting my gaze back towards the man and proffering a mischievous wink, I turned towards my companion and offered a hand to assist her in shouldering such a delicious burden.

"I think we should get away from the bar before they realize what you've taken. Can't have them spoil the moment before we've cracked it open, now can we?"

| [member="Alexandra Russo"] |

 

[Tela Uolmi]

The talk from [member="Charzon Loulan"] had been boring her out of her skull, so she'd been distracting herself playing a little of game of 'guess the kink' with herself and the partygoers that she could see. When [member="Asmus Janes"] touched her arm, 'Huh?', she looked at him blankly, then followed the line of his nod. It took a moment, but she was suddenly a lot less bored.

Whether he was as old as the people this gala was meant to draw in or not was inconsequential; she liked what she saw. 'I dunno, and...' She was too busy furtively ogling [member="Sal Katarn"] to care about Choli's lack of chaperone, and too distracted by that ogling to even notice that Charzon had stopped talking because she'd walked away. Besides, the youngest member of the squadron was oddly one of the most responsible people in the squadron. She'd be alright, and the dismissive thinking ended there to return to the interesting addition to the party. '...I dunno.'

Tela turned her head only slightly back to Asmus, not looking away from the man that had now pulled out a deck of sabacc cards. 'I dunno yet,' only then turning her attention further towards the other pilot, as she pushed off of the bar and backed up a few steps, 'but I'm gonna find out,' a cheshire grin curling her lips, 'you comin', or you watchin'?'

Then she turned and stalked her way over to the scruffy nerfherder, answer or no.

 

[Micah Talith]

Fancy events were never really Micah's thing.

That didn't mean he wasn't the sociable sort. He would be the first to be out mingling if the event was fun enough and the buffet table wasn't too crowded. Typically he spent his time meandering around the food, gathering and plucking up whatever bite-sized pieces of sweatmeats and such. Food, was after all, food.

By the time he arrived, the place was already in full swing. Not one much for crowds - or getting spiffy - the Talith arrived in very casual attire and sandals. Yup. Sandals. In order to avoid getting glowered at by the stiffer upper lips, it was no trouble to cloak himself as he made his way through. Amusement glint in his orange eyes as he came to a stop alongside one of the many buffet tables. Hidden in the Force, he had ample opportunity to dabble in his own form of devilish pranks.

Plucking food here and there from the other patron's plates was nothing. He would take a brownie here. A deviled egg there. Taking a small strawberry tart, he scooped it up into his mouth as he spun away. Hair a disheveled mess and that swarthy jaw covered in what would seem a permanent five o'clock shadow, the man was anything but dapper amidst the dress uniforms and the fancy threads. A lazy white button up, some comfortable slacks. He managed to pilfer a stripped blazer from the coat check that wasn't too bad at all.

Luck would serve it that at that moment, a particular figure would catch his eye. The twin suns of his eyes grew wide in awareness, then narrowed with mischievous curiosity.

"Now what do we have here..." he murmured to himself, taking a step forward to get a better look. The blonde hair in a pony-tail was familiar, as were the baby blues. The rest... Well the low appreciative whistle would startle the nearby guest that was standing beside him; considering the Talith was currently cloaked in the Force. Said guest subsequently gave the stink eye to another poor sod, who had smiled in turn and found himself to be at the brunt of the blame for something he did not do.

Well, well Bright-eyes...The crooked smile turned into a wide grin. The observation would travel across surprising curves, a rather short dress, and legs as long as the Kessel Run. Snatching an apple from someone else's plate, he tossed it in the air and then quickly caught it. There was devilry in his eyes. A plot already forming.

This was going to be fun.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson couldn’t help but glow when Kaili kissed her on her cheek. Small loving gestures such as that always made Allyson smile. They were small reminders that she wasn’t such a horrible thing in Kaili’s life and what helped more was when the girl explained why putting things in better perspective. The guilt washed off and Allyson pulled Kaili closer. There were a group of people, she mostly recognized only because she had been admiring from afar the Rogue Squadron of the Alliance. It was only recently that she had submitted her application to the group. Things still seemed to be in the works, so Allyson wasn’t sure if she had been accepted or not.

Looking back towards Kaili, she chuckled. “Your temper is a short fuse no matter if you’re sober or not. You’re aware of it and honestly that's all anyone could really ask for.” Chuckling softly, Allyson rubbed the back of her neck. “The only thing I’m ever worried about is if you’re going to cheat when we compete” She couldn’t help it, she had to make the jab at the girl beside her. It was a lovely relationship, friends and lovers. Allyson quickly covered her face and continued to laugh. “At least there’ aren’t any trees!”

She was terrible and Kaili knew this, though Allyson was curious to see how controlled Kaili could be even with the alcohol in her system. Peering through her fingers, Allyson grinned. “You ready for a drink? Something that’s mixed and not just a straight shot?” Remembering that Kaili's friends were around, she lowered her hands and nodded towards the direction of the brunette she had pointed out. "Did you want to go see your friend?" Part of her wanted to head that way for two reasons, the Rogues were over there and it was an opportunity for her to meet some of Kaili's friends, people that knew her before everything that she had explained happened. Allyson wondered what her curiosity meant, but she decided it was something good. "We can do both?"

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Kaili Talith"]

 

[Aran Finn]

“I’m as good as I can be Alen," Spencer said as they moved slowly and gracefully, her melancholic demeanor all too obvious. Alen had been late to the whole 'empathy' party and was your typical, bumbling man when it came to feeling and understanding the emotions of others, but he could feel Spencer's feeling of loss quite strongly. Truth be told, he understood it. In coming to this universe, this place in time and space, he had lost a wife too. A wife and two young children, at that time the only real positive part of his life. It was a massive component of who he was, and losing her had ripped half of his personality from him and left him with a massive, empty gap. He had filled that gap with work and dedication to becoming the strongest being in the universe. And so he had become a war hero and a famous warrior ... thought not quite the strongest that ever was. He might have put Ashin's name in the hat for that one. “Its not like she broke it off with me, so I don’t have to see her all the time and I don’t see her with others, but the fact that I don’t see her and that there’s never a chance for me to have that again.”

She laughed. It didn't sound like her others, in younger, happier times.

“I don’t know which would have been worse.”

Alen chuckled, recognising her attempt at levity and responding in kind. His sense of humour was still decidedly dark, despite age and experience wearying him somewhat.

"Velok could have showed up," he joked, throwing her a sidelong look, "That would have been worse. I still can't quite believe she's gone ... She's damn hard to kill. Thought the ol' battleaxe was just about invincible ..."

The bearded man felt Spencer move closer, semi-hugging him in a quasi-embrace. He responded, letting her feel that warmth that she needed. He'd needed that warmth once, and he wished he'd had a friend to give him that. Everyone needs a friend once in a while.

"How have you been?" she asked as she pulled back, and Alen grinned sheepishly.

"Ah y'know, being a single Dad with two daughters who have less than stringent criteria when choosing boyfriends. Alida goes for the type that should probably be in prison, and Laura's brought home a couple of prissy lil milk-drinkers for dinner. So I've been chasing them off ... now I've sorta hung up the lightsaber, I'm doing things like this for the Alliance. Everyone likes a party, and the money goes to a good cause. Apart from that ..." he trailed off for a second before coming back to reality. "You should come round more. Be social. Eat my food. And tell Ibby to come round more, haven't seen her in ages."

Like he had done all those years ago, [member="Spencer Varanin"] needed to get out of the gorram house/spaceship and be with people who cared. Being anti-social cured nor distracted none of the pain and the loss. And if someone had to get her to do it, it'd be Alen Na'Varro.

 

[Choli Vyn]

"Yeaah..." Choli would drawl out, eyeballing where her squadron mate likely headed off to. "Not surprised." she swung her head back to [member="Lucien Shorn"], one eyebrow perking up in interest. That is, curious interest. Not that kind of interest.

"He'll pay when I have to drag his ass back to the barracks." she said plainly, frowning a bit as she took in the stranger's smirk and the offer of a drink. The corner of her mouth perked up. Not that she wasn't looking to turn down a drink, but she also had a responsibility. Then again... what was one sip?

If anything, working alongside with Chloe meant that there had been ample amount of whiskey around.

"Aren't you a little young to be offering bootleg?" she managed to chuckle out, before taking the offered cup. Typical practicality required her to give it the appropriate sniff. It smelled like fruit punch. It looked like fruit punch. But was it really fruit punch.

Choli flashed the teenager a searching expression, one brow rose. "What exactly is in it?"

 

[Asher]

The man laughed it off, quite uncertain if his watch had just begun or if it was over. He had tried his best to keep people away from [member="Aedan Lochlan"] but the galaxy just kept on pushing for more and more people to try and disrupt what he and [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] had going. With a gentle sigh and a quick glance in their direction he shook his head in resignation. He wasn’t a miracle worker, there was nothing more he could do other than to perhaps enjoy the rest of the evening as best he could. That meant staying to the crew. As far as people he wanted to speak to went he didn’t actually see all that many. Besides, there was never a bad time to bond with the people who’d save his ass and whose asses he would have to save in the near future.

There was a buffet table in front of him and as such he obliged, picking all the different kinds of small dishes to stuff his mouth with before finally grabbing himself yet another non-alcoholic drink. Why non-alcoholic? Well…

“Yeah, I pulled the short straw.” He chuckled and looked over at Loske, just in case she had a mind to point it out. “Eh, Beardface might just have a hard time adjusting to life on land or something. Here’s hoping he can manage something by himself from here on out.”

“Besides, I can’t cover for him all evening. I too have to meet new people, right?” Complete attention fell on [member="Loske Matson"]. Eyes wandering up and down her very, very shapely shape. “Nice, uh, dress by the way.” The man said as he rolled a hand down his shirt-coat-pants-shoes combo. “I didn’t really know what to go with, just kinda grabbed whatever was at hand around the bunk.”

“As far as post-battle celebrations go… I guess I’ve seen worse.” He shrugged with yet another snicker as he continued to top his plate with more and more food. “Oh sweet, blueberry pie!”

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Gil didn't often make his way into Galactic Alliance space, in fact, he rarely left Mandalorian space. The last few months had basically confirmed the old saying that a Mandalorian never retires. It had been several months since the Death Watch had cut off a soft Mandalorian hold on most of their space and Gil had been thrust back into his armor when they had been bold enough to invade Mandalore. Since then he had been in a new battle every week, slowly pushing back the Death Watch. But they had done their damage. The Mandalorians had split, albeit peacefully for now, but regardless the damage had been done and Death Watch still held out on some worlds.

But tonight was a change of pace. He had been invited by GA military officials to Sullust. As the General of the Shriek-Hawk mercs, a group of Mandalorian mercenaries that were basically at this point a part of the GA military machine, he had been invited as one of the many guests of honor whom likewise were contributes to the GA. What did that mean? Well it just meant he got to have nicer wine and smaller sandwiches. Luckily for him though his guest status didn't bar him from the real food, or his own drink. He prefered the black ale of his homeworld or other hard liquors, not fancy wine and fruity spirits.

His lack of class showed even among the regular guests though. His suit, while definitely nice by Mandalorian standards, cost him about one hundred standard credits, where as the men and women around him no doubt spent hundreds if not thousands more on their garb. He felt leering eyes on him as he picked over the cheeses and meats, but the old Mandalorian couldn't care less about their gaze.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Tela Uolmi"] [member="Kaili Talith"]

"Oh, I'm coming over but...oh hold the comm..." he said, spotting [member="Allyson Locke"] across the floor. "Well hello legs. Right Tela, I'm off but you be a good wingmate. If Mr. Scruffy isn't interested you find out which way he leans and come report right back. You hear me? Right back!" But Asmus had the feeling she wasn't paying attention any more. Next time he was going to sneak off without drawing Tela's attention. Clearly the girl didn't waste any time.

He had to very carefully manoeuvrer his drink through the crowd towards the familiar face. The place was getting quite busy. Alliance Jedi and pilots mingled with those who had paid their way into the event. Extra credits for the cause.

"Hey Allyson!" he called, the corner of his lips twitched up as he approached the pair.