In Honor of Zesiro and Edric Vanyan!
Too often those who lived and thrived under the banner of the CIS found themselves absorbed with the madness and mayhem that came with caretaking an expanding nation. They were ever careful, always on the move, and never really seemed to take a breather for more than a few moments at a time. Most recently the Celebration of Ascension had taught them all a valuable lesson. It was important to rest, recharge, and take notice of the little things. There was more to life than the stampeding hordes of droid-soldiers that were deployed from the bowels of their foundries. There was more to it than their tech, armor, weapons, politics--And more specifically more to it than their need to sit on the edge of war.
With the recent fall of the Galactic Alliance, they could all use a stark reminder. This particular memorandum came in the form of an expression of love. Some griped that it was a wretched institution, that it was overly complicated, requiring the mastery of courtship games, and an overly strong sense of undo commitment. Others found it simply something to be expected. A social norm. Others still found it beautiful. A divine union, comprised of a perfect, and unbreakable bond. It was strange that something so wonderful could exist, among all the darkness, among all the death.
Wonderful, strange, and rare. Who actually got married these days? Who got married and couldn’t say that they’d already been happily married and divorced three times? Marriage was certainly a hazardous affair. But one look at a happy, blissful, perhaps even nervous new bride and groom? It was all worth it. Every flower, every hors-d'oeuvre, every gift, and every credit spent...It was worth it.
Despite any misgivings from those who would clearly die alone, heartless and sad, the gilded Fortressa would be the site of this event. A surprisingly large turnout would be welcomed onto the first flagship of the Confederacy. For this day, and this day alone, the durasteel walls had been decorated with silver and blue swaths of shimmersilk that were pinned by gorgeous arrangements of flowers. One of the largest meeting halls had been converted into a venue suited for the ceremony itself, while the expansive cafeteria, was barely recognizable.
It had become something of a wonderland. There was a large table for guests to leave their gifts, an even larger spread full of tasty treats, and more than that, a full bar stocked with the finest alcohol the Confederacy had to offer. There were round tables covered in embroidered white tablecloths with lovely centerpieces and candles that floated in midair. The middle of the room had become a rather large dance floor.
Guests could stay the night on the Fortressa if they so wished, however, it couldn’t all be confetti and cake. The Fortressa was, after all, a flagship. They were on the edge of Confederate space and there was a certain amount of danger in lingering so close to what appeared to be a no-mans land. The Vicelord of the Confederacy, concerned for the well-being of his people, despite their scouts assuring that the area was relatively safe had taken the newly christened Dread Queen out for a test drive.
While the party-goers, friends, family, viceroyals and diplomats alike all enjoyed the festivities a smaller group would ensure that the CIS fully claimed the rest of the air-space between themselves and the Empire. The joyful broadcasts over open comms would provide the perfect cover for the stealthy move, at least, until they got close enough for sensors to pick them up. A distraction, a wedding, and a new super star destroyer. What can go wrong?
[EVERYONE WILL BEGIN STARTING JUST BEFORE THE CEREMONY STARTS]
Edited by Srina Talon, 01 June 2018 - 11:45 PM.