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Location: Balustrad, New Balosar
Objective: Partake in the Sector Pub Crawl
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"The Colony Club" on New Balosar was the first stop of several on the agenda. Weeks ago, there had been a dispatch released to the upper echelon as well as the very dregs of the First Order - a sponsored First Order Pub Crawl, generating funds for the war effort. It was a last ditch hurrah as the forces of the First Order mobilized, the last bit of shore leave members of the military and even some of the other government agencies were guaranteed before they were assigned and deployed to various regions across First Order Space. The event had been publicized to all civilian and military entities, the government actively pushing their staff to attend - war was usually a long and lackluster affair and what better way to send them off with the time of their lives?
Already the ships had landed, a private fleet of shuttles collectively parked at the nearby spaceport had been chartered as transportation to prevent any hazardous circumstances in which any intoxicated participants would have to pilot - such things were to be avoided at any and all costs. Rolf Amsel had managed to snag a ride in one of the shuttles which carried some of the top tier faces of the First Order, Natasi Fortan, Major Eldrel, and Lydia Finn-Camden were only a few of the faces he recognized as he'd boarded but now that they had finally landed, he was sure he would recognize more. They had yet to walk the few blocks to "The Colony Club" - it would allow them a decent opportunity to witness just another of the Cities near First Order space, almost a vacation of sorts.
The itinerary spoke to at least three stops along the way. Starting with "The Colony Club" here on New Balosar, their journey was to continue after a few hours time back to the shuttles and off towards Quesaya to an establishment called "The Jumping Rocket", a sort of steampunk style venue, capitalizing on a retro-space theme. After drinks there, they would head towards a little known hole in the wall called "The Cormorant", the main attraction at the Valknut Mining Facility located on Chalcedon. How it had ended up on the list no one really knew but then again, no one really knew what it was either - they would find out eventually. To wrap up the evening of hedonism, a private cruiser had been chartered, the shuttles easily fitting inside the luxury vessel's hangar bay. Their final destination was near the Llon Nebulae. A scenic party room spanning almost a good half of the vessel's hull left a wide viewport through which the multi-colored Llon Nebulae could be observed, also equipped with a fully operational bar and pre-arranged rooms for the attendees, it would be a wonderful place to end the night. The vessel itself was called the "Mkubto" - named after a chain of islands located on Mon Cala, the vessel was in fact a refitted MC80 Star Cruiser which now had a minimum of weapon emplacements, effectively turning it into a floating pleasure barge. The final destination, the Mkubto had a sprawling array of options for entertainment from a gentleman's club to a completely equipped spa. To say it was grand would have been the understatement of the year.
No doubt some of the attendees had done some research before the event but for those who hadn't, their day of adventure was about to begin. Of course it was entirely up to each individual whether they dined at "The Colony Club" or opted to find street food, but Rolf guessed the more socialites among them would join them all for food at the club. As the final alert was given by the Captain of their shuttle, the Major reached down and unclipped his safety belt, standing in the shuttle and stretching. No uniforms today - clad in a comfortable pair of denim trousers, a soft gray T, and a light leather jacket, he even sported a shadow of facial hair - regulations were conveniently looked over. It felt strange, but relaxing to be free of the stiff collared uniform he usually sported, and he felt like he could let down his emotional guard, at least partially. The last few months had been really tough for a lot of them, to be able to simply exist was a welcome break from the formality of it all. Catching the eye of the reporter who'd been strangely present more often than not, he smiled before posing a playful question to the woman.
"Ready to get this party started?"