Public [Zinder Event] Lothal's Springtime Festival

[Rhys Swynol]

IT'S THE ZINDER SPRINGTIME FESTIVAL!!!

Lothal is a world of farming, with grand grassy plains. Spring a crucial time of the year for the many farmers of Lothal so working with us at Zinder, the farmers have opened their hearts and lands to help us celebrate a spring festival that will never be forgotten! Whether you wish for an intimate one on one with a tea ceremony, a chance to talk, admire the Ithorian traditions of Root Tea production. There is also a dance in celebration of the Jorgan blossoms, beautiful scented flowers that will develop into a delicious fruit, this is a chance for people to dance, drink and consume some Jorgan fruit based foods! There is also an opportunity to have silly, mythical fun in chasing the Loth Wolf tail! Rumours state those who capture the tail are granted a year's luck!

So, Zinder fans come join us in the celebrations, find your partner and fall hopelessly in love! Spring is a time for blossoming and growth, the perfect time for love to blossom and grow as well!

The festival of the Root Tea - With the bloom of spring in full swing, the inhabitants of Lothal are celebrating the season with a ceremony based around the Root Tea, the tea ceremony is meant to be an intimate and delicate process. It is also a chance to listen to the whistling of the Spine Trees as you sit, interact with the local Ithorians and sample this beautiful tea. A bonding experience that should allow any romantic feelings bloom into life!

Blossoms of Jogan - A dance in celebrations of the blossoms of the Jogan fruit sprouting! In the orchards of Lothal, a celebration for the blossoms is underway. A chance to smell the beautiful flora scent of the Jogan fruit as well as a chance to dance and receive a Jogan blossom crown! Come dance, experience the fantastic taste of the fruits and see what love may blossom with your match!

Chasing the Loth Wolf - A classic game! Chasing the mythical Loth Wolf through the grassy plains of Lothal! The local residents promise that the game will be a thrill and an opportunity to learn more about these mythical Force Sensitive beasts! If anyone gets the chance to catch the Loth Wolf tail out in the grassy plains, they are promised to have a year of fortune and wealth! Now if that isn't a sure fire way to guarantee the most successful Zinder date, I don't know what will be!

 

[Old Man Leonis]

Lothal
Tags: Closed (one post wonder lmao)

Lothal Protectorate, Lucy​

"Remind me what a 'Zinder' is again?"

Leonis looked out on the spring festival with an air of confusion, his wrinkled face contorted into a frown. They didn't usually get this many offworlders coming to these sorts of things. It perplexed the old Commander in Chief to no end. It wasn't the tourism they were used to, and it all seemed to be stirred up by this Zinder thing.

"It's a dating app, Commander," his assistant remarked, the young man adjusting his glasses. "You... know what those are?"

"Can't say I do," he shrugged "Yeh right lost me, son. If th' strangers of th' galaxy are lookin' t' hook up, whadda they need an app for? There's folks all over th' damn place."

"I believe the application is that it's more streamlined, sir."

"Eh, maybe," Leonis sighed. "I still think its a bit on th' side of lunacy. Guess I can't complain about th' tourism though..."

"Will... you be joining the festival, Commander Fynch?"

"Nope."

And with that Leonis Fynch returned to his transport.

 

[Nolan Knightfall]

Lothal – Teahouse – Porch
Objective: Festival of the Root Tea
NPC(s): Arthur Sterling​

Normally, the Knightfall Heir would not be caught as such events unless it suited his needs. Today, however, that proved to be the case along with the injuries he was still nursing from his more personal pursuits. The medical technology at his disposal to mend his wounds remained far more advanced than the current medical technology—something he sought to rectify in the future—but limited physical therapy and exercise would be important for breaking in his body once more. Chasing the Loth Wolf would be an excellent field exercise. He did not put much stock into luck, but, in the spirit of the occasion, the Silent Philanthropist figured it would be best to at least participate and secure himself at least one tail.

Besides, it would do wonders for his playboy reputation. Who would not like to see a strapping man demonstrate his athletic ability?

However, there was also the reclusive aspect of his reputation. Already, he could spy several lingering eyes on his person. He had to turn down a few offers rather gently or offer rainchecks just to get in the door of the teahouse and order a few special blends they had in stock. Still, the Most Eligible Bachelor had other reasons for attending the event. The Zinder organization behind it had invested resources into the event. But the Knightfall Successor had found several discrepancies within the app.

Discrepancies that required investigation.

Besides, Sterling had forced him to go out and get fresh air at what might have effectively been gunpoint. This was one of the few events that might stimulate his mind from simply going through the trained motions of his carefully crafted person via a private investigation into the event and its patrons and consumers. That and the chance to interact with a lothal wolf had its benefits too.

Even if he did not admit it out loud to anyone.

Hedging his bets, the Silent Philanthropist had the teahouse brew a few cups of tea as well as collect a few snacks. A cup for himself to enjoy, and a few snacks and tea cups to cool down and safely offer to the lothal wolves should he find himself unable to catch their tails in his current state. However, that was an off-chance.

He would catch them, if for no other reason than to prove he could, and then offer the tea and food afterwards. An easy cover should anyone investigate too closely into his physical capabilities. The Knightfall could always blame his success on the snacks "conveniently" in his pocket.

As he sat outside nursing his tea with his small bag of tea and snacks set aside, the Rich One observed the festivities with a careful observant gaze—never letting his guard down despite his nonchalant yet perfectly postured demeanor.

It's calm, for a festival. Almost relaxing.

Almost.

Direct: OPEN | OPEN || Indirect: OPEN | OPEN​

 

[Iria]

Lothal
Tags: Nos Voros

Iria sat on her knees upon a grassy knoll, her eyes closed and her hands in her lap. She was meditating, mentally preparing herself for what she hoped would be a fulfilling bout of combat that would hone her skill. The Lothal breeze wafted through her bangs, and her companion, Rancor the Lothcat, pranced about in circles around her chasing an insect. The ongoing festivities were of no concern to the Smarteelian Zabrak.

It was a strange way to go about finding sparing partners, but Iria had very limited methods of searching for opponents to train with. The active bounty on her head made her all but unable to make use of public facilities. Fortunately these events always seemed to go to quiet locations that made it easier for her to find willing adversaries. She needed to get stronger. After all, one day she would be fighting to rule her house. It would take an extraordinary display of skill and cunning to pry it from the grasp of the galactic underworld.

Her sword lay before her on the ground, sheathed in an ornate scabbard. A blade of song steel lie within, harvested and forged on her homeworld of Smarteel.

Any moment now and her request would be fulfilled.

 

[Perail Staite]

Lothal Orchards—Blossoms of Jogan

Perail had only been at the new Jedi Temple on Lothal for a few weeks. Her master had decided that it would be beneficial for her to experience the quieter, simpler life of the place, more connected to the surrounding nature and the local populace, in addition to the somewhat stern, more ascetic and more formal environs of the temple on Coruscant. A Jedi needed to be comfortable in any place and any culture in the galaxy. That was not always easy, though the variety of species who cohabited on Lothal were quite welcome and made it easy to fit in.

The temple here was in frequent contact and collaboration with the locals and not very much isolated, and so word had spread quite easily of a local festival that was to take place. And while her master did discourage indulgence in frivolous sensual pleasures, it seemed very justifiable to Perail to explore this as a matter of cultural competency, to observe and connect to her surroundings. Her own home world had festivals of its own, like the Lunar Night, which she had attended in her childhood, but this one might well be very different.

She had already heard of the Jogan fruit as a specialty and prized export of Lothal, and had first tried it shortly after her arrival. It kept well, and so the bloom of the trees could be celebrated while eating fruits from the last harvest. There was no question that what they had here was of a higher quality than the supplies of the Jedi temple, and Perail had very much indulged in some sensual pleasures by eating the juicy fruit.

Now she was idly wandering through the crowd, enjoying her breaths of the blossom-scented air, and enjoying the merriness of the people around her. Lothal was a diverse, but friendly planet. She liked it.

Perhaps someone would end up asking her for a dance?

 

[Saul Whesai]

Lothal Orchards—Blossoms of Jogan
Outfit

Saul couldn't help but feel cramped among all of the revelers. His place was above them, running over buildings or far above in any ship he could stow on, not trying to push through the massive crowd that was gawking at the various sights and each other. At least everyone was too busy to notice how out of place the android was, dressed in an outfit he had gotten off one of the local vendors for the event. An outfit that he was starting to feel constricted in, not a welcome feeling for someone who felt like having a range of movement was essential. Still, it was for a good cause, Saul thought. It makes me feel more human than I really am. Besides, it was nice to get some fresh air rather than the usual fumes from the craft he repaired.

It was among the waves of people that he saw her, a young woman who looked like she was in a trance as she looked at her surroundings. She looks cute. Well, here we go... Hopefully, she doesn't mind people with cybernetics. Getting two glasses of punch from the refreshment table, he tried not to embarrass himself by dropping them onto the grass as he approached her, attempting to hand her one as his neon blue eyes highlighted her face. "Hi, nice night tonight isn't it?"

Perail Staite

 

[Perail Staite]

Lothal Orchards—Blossoms of Jogan

Perail found herself approached by a boyish-looking figure barely taller than herself. A scruffy-looking head of purple hair, a ghostly white face, gaunt features, and utterly inhuman eyes shining with a blue glow in the evening light—none of these things felt natural, human, comforting, or right. But it wasn't just his looks—the way he moved, the way he spoke, and that ineffable other feeling she often had about people, they all screamed deprivation and discomfort.

She felt pity for him, but also considerable discomfort of her own. This was a lot to deal with. Nevertheless, she managed to accept the glass he handed her with a gracious smile. "It is, isn't it?" Silence hung in the air for a moment—or rather, the murmur of the conversation around them, the music, the sounds of insects and birds, but it felt like silence. Perail let it rest. Her master had been teaching her to be comfortable with it, and she forced herself to endure it much as she wanted to escape the situation—not so much escape into conversation, as escape altogether. But that would have been unkind. She instinctively turned to a tried and true tactic: making the other person talk about himself. Ideally in a way that showed you were interested in them and their experience.

"What does it look like through your eyes? Do you see differently from us humans?" she asked naively, perhaps not understanding the cybernetic nature of her vis-à-vis. The question didn't need to make sense as long as it made him think.

Saul Whesai​

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

The late afternoon light stretched long over the field, casting warm gold across the grass that rippled under the soft push of the wind. Over the curve of the knoll, a figure appeared — deliberate, steady, cutting a silhouette against the fading sky.

Nos Voros crested the rise with the quiet confidence of a man who knew how to move unseen if he wanted, but this time chose not to. His clothing was a sharp contrast to his usual battle-worn gear: a tailored dark gray jacket with rolled sleeves, neat but worn-in, paired with a muted navy shirt left unbuttoned at the collar. Well-fitted black trousers and scuffed but polished boots completed the look — practical, comfortable, but with a certain unspoken pride threaded into every choice.

In each hand, he carried a short vibroblade — twin flashes of matte durasteel, humming faintly with lethal energy. The blades were close to shortsword length, compact and heavy, built for brutal, efficient work rather than ceremony. They glinted with every casual shift of his shoulders as he descended the slope, the tips low but ready, his stance relaxed but unmistakably alert.

His turquoise eyes caught the light for a moment as he glanced up from under the loose fall of his hair, the scars marring his cheek stark against the sunlit scarlet of his skin. There was no rush to his steps, no wasted motion. Just a slow, inexorable approach — the kind of calm that came from surviving too many fights and knowing exactly what he was capable of.

And if the wind happened to tug at the open edges of his jacket, revealing the faint shimmer of the lightweight body armor hidden underneath, well — Nos hadn’t survived this long by being reckless with anything he wasn't willing to lose.

He wasn't sure how the tone of this dating app rendezvous would play out - but the Zabrak asked for a fight. On that, he could deliver. He would let the meditative woman speak first; getting a read on her emotions would help him determine how to break the ice — or if he should be expecting an immediate attack despite her posture.

Iria​

 

[Iria]

Lothal
Tags: Nos Voros

Iria tilted her head. Her body, enhanced by her alien biology, was sensitive to the movements around her. That combined with the sound of rustling grass was all she needed to confirm that her opponent had arrived. She could feel the hum of vibroblades as well. It seemed that he message had been taken seriously.

Good.

The young woman picked up her blade and stood, turning to meet the man who had come to face her in combat. Older, grizzled, and sporting the look of a soldier. Two shorter vibroblades were clutched in his hands. An advantage in numbers, but a disadvantage in range. Both would have a very different path to claim victory. The Smarteelian Zabrak took a moment to feel the direction of the wind. Diagonal. A sign that no particular side was favored to any degree. How curious.

"I must thank you for honoring my request," Iria stated. Her voice was refined, clearly high class. "Sparring partners are few and far between as a result of my... unusual circumstances. It pleases me that you accepted my words at face value."

With a graceful hand she drew her blade, gently clipping the scabbard to her waist. The song steel was radiant, seeming almost colorful even as it was clearly just silver. The craftsmanship was fine, no blemish or imperfection in sight. It was clearly cared for, polished to a shine that added to its ethereal glow in the light of the setting sun.

"I am Iria of House Gyukia," the swordswoman stated. "I seek to hone my instincts. There is a matter for which I must prepare. For that I ask you face me in battle."

She gave a bow of her head before she readied her blade before her.

"You may begin when you are ready."

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

"I must thank you for honoring my request," Iria stated. Her voice was refined, clearly high class. "Sparring partners are few and far between as a result of my... unusual circumstances. It pleases me that you accepted my words at face value."

Nos thought better of playfully bringing up his past duel with an Iridonian Zabrak. It seemed there was a matter of Honor to this one. Nos was well practiced in etiquette aming dignitaries and royalty, so he took the introduction in stride.

"I am Iria of House Gyukia, I seek to hone my instincts. There is a matter for which I must prepare. For that I ask you face me in battle."

She gave a bow of her head before she readied her blade before her.

"You may begin when you are ready."

The scarred Zeltron unclipped his protective vest, along with the myriad of concealed weapons holstered within. He saw no armor being used, he would meet at the same level. He tossed aside the apparel, harness clanking with blasters, knives, and a even a foldout SMG.

Nothing but his blades and body.

"I am Nos Voros, Captain of Rubrus Squadron of the Senate Commandos and chief retainer of Lady Sylvia Organa ." He returned with a stiff albeit formal bow, as one would expect of military types.

He raised his blades, one high, overhead, pointing downward. elbow out and above. The other blade was low, forward, in in a more formal main gauche stance.

While he assumed the intent of the match was nonlethal, in truth it mattered little with his line of training. Incapacitating without causing undue harm while avoiding lethal strikes himself was second nature.

If a situation called for lethality, he didn't clash blades, he buried them.

She did seem earnest about needing to train. Nos supposed this was still the least dangerous out of the options he swiped on. Mostly, he was relieved his murderous ex Eivii didn't seem to have spotted him... Or his profile, so he hoped.

Enough of that.

Mind clear.

The when fight began, his lower blade thrust forward with a probing lunge while his higher blade sought to counter; to deflect or offset the tip of her sword to prevent a riposte from striking true.

Iria​

 

[Tiber Septimus]

OPEN TO ALL

Tiberius "Tiber" Septimus III was many things- prince, a officer of the Niaheli Navy who had served with distinction during the Nagai incursions of the Mundus Systems, a adept advisor of the throne, and a Senator representing Niahelios. He counted himself as a gentleman, a scholar, and a duelist, fairly capable of handling himself.

Nervous was not how he would describe himself, but here he was.

As a benefit- perhaps the benefit- of being third in line to the throne(assuming one of his brothers actually married and had legitimate children) was that it allowed Tiber to live his life on his terms, largely removed from the machinations of court; consequently, this also afforded him the right to love and marry who he wanted. Unfortunately, while Tiber was third in line to the throne, he was by and far His Majesty Uriel Septimus IV's favorite. So when his staffer signed him up for a Zinder event, his father not only approved of her actions, but strongly encouraged his attendance.

"As the bridge to Galaxy, my son, you must represent the Crown, and the Niaheli, in a number of matters", his father declared over Tiber's strident protestations, his eyes twinkling.

So, he he was, on Lothal, putting himself out there in a matter he found to be most uncomfortable. He was settling into the root tea festival; at the very least, he could talk to other individual participating in the event.

Tiber took another deep breath, and took a sip of tea to steady his nerves.

 

[Iria]

Lothal
Tags: Nos Voros

Two daggers, one to strike and one to parry. His style was reflective of some two-handed fencing Iria had seen utilized before. One high and poised to parry, the second coming in for the first strike. This rung true for a Senate Commando. One tasked with protecting the lives of important people typically struck first. It was either the opponent or their client, after all, and one failure was sure to ruin your reputation.

Iria met the lower strike with precision, parrying the blow with her heavier sword. She maintained a two-handed style for the time being, not wishing to pivot to one hand and buckler shield just yet. She would activate her wrist mounted shield for a brief moment, simply as a courtesy to reveal it to Nos. There would be nothing unexpected from her. This was going to be an honorable bout.

The Smarteelian Zabrak then made her own attack. Her blade was poised to strike high, up towards the dagger primed for a parry, but arched down half-way through her strike. She brought the blade down heavy, aiming to hit the blade in his lower grip. It was much akin to the disarming strike of Shii Cho, a blow aimed to force one to release their weapon. Or attempt to, anyways. Iria was all but certain that this was an individual who would not be bested by such simple swordplay.

This was a warrior. He was covered in the scars to prove it.