A Change of Pace [CIS Dominion of Nar Kaaga]

[Malok]

"I'm not much of a dancer either...And honestly, there's enough of a show going on right now. I don't want to add to it with my flailing." Said the Enforcer. Rising to his feet, he watched his beloved wander off with an exceptional sum of reluctance before hearkening to the voice in his head. Serian had some legitimate concerns and Abel was going to lay them to rest. "You're dark, but you're not evil." He began, wandering up and down the tables for a moment as he collected his thoughts. "I've stated evil in the eyes a few times, so I know what it looks like...that's not you, Serian. You say you don't want to lose your freedom, but honestly, that fear is unfounded. You haven't touched the Sith in centuries, so why worry now? Now, I'll admit, I dropped the ball for a minute there, but this whole thing brings up a good point...You're flying solo in the Galaxy for the most part, not including me of course. You've got scars on your heart and you're damn afraid to start anew. Well, here's some advice, move forward. Take those feet and start stepping in a direction."

"These guys? The Templars? They're what you want and need. You're more like them than you realize."

With that said, Abel decided to go confront the man, face to face, when he posed the question about Isabet's identity. He had not yet told Serian because...well, he didn't have a good read on him at the time. There were some things he kept to himself, out of necessity, and he hoped they'd both understand. Upon stepping out onto the balcony, he was surprised to see Isabet and Serian looking at each other. "Well now, this makes my night easier." He began aloud, "Isabet, this is Serian. He is my roommate and mentor in the Force. Serian, this is my lovely wife, Isabet." He then gave a quick summary in Serian's head: "Long story short...we got drunk and woke up married. Decided to give it a shot. Be nice, please...and no mention of the Sith stuff."

@[member="Isabet Kote"], @[member="Serian Loria"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Norge Rucras"]
Ruusan shook her head as he started talking.

"Ima wreck that flabby backside." she said as he began his flabby charge of stupidity.

The sad part was that wasn't even the worst charges she had heard of him making. The rates for his trash G-class movies was worse.

She side stepped and threw a right cross and his dribble soaked chin, hoping to finally shut him up long enough to try and lay her thang down a bit on one of those clones.

 

[Kaprosuchus96]

Ven took a long stretch as she walked through the entrance to the palace. She'd gotten a holo from the Commander just as she was finishing some errands. She stuck her hands in the pockets of her jacket, glancing around. "Looks like a party and sounds like a party." It was pretty loud, and then she happened to notice the stubby, pudgy man who was charging someone. She happened to make note of the vile that was dripping from him and the like. She wrinkled her nose, "Smells like one too. This is definitely a party.." She looked around, hoping to catch sight of the Commander given she didn't think she knew anybody else here. The Falleen made her way past the disgusting vomit scene and on towards the bar. Leaning against the counter she glanced at the bartender, "Whiskey please." she tossed a few credits onto the counter.



@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Apparently, the Mandalorian had struck a nerve...that resulted in the decimation of his meal. Fortunately, Isley was quick enough on his feet to avoid getting bike hurled upon his armor. Back-pedaling away as quickly as possible, whilst the Hutts laughed and clapped with joy, Isley pretty much dropped the situation in @[member="Ruusan"] 's lap. Yep. Nothing else more to it. Brisk strides bore him out of the Great Hall and far, far away from the scene. He wandered for a bit, shaking his head every so often, before seeing a rather gorgeous sight. 'Twas Phoebe, looking around and exploring. "Hey you..." He called out softly. Walking over to his side, Isley could not help but smile. She looked amazing...so much so that it damn near took his breath away. He then blinked and realized something about her dress...

"Is that...you got the dress you wore when I found you re-done? Aww, Phoebe...you look gorgeous my love. And we match!"

@[member="Phoebe Verd"]

 

[CC-848 Jon]

Calico's words were full of false truths. "I have no interest in any of these things Commander. Women? They mean nothing to me, credits? Even less. I was born as a warrior and that's the way it will always be, I live and breath to kill the CIS's enemies. I have no other purpose, no ambitions. I do not wish to have liberty, neither will I ever have the opportunity or desire to be liberated by anyone else." Jon regarded the sugared nuts as material items, things he didn't need. "Also, I am never off. I never want to be off, killing is the sweetest thing there is Commander. I'd be much happier putting people in the ground than growing fat and old and waiting until someone else puts me there. I'll die young Commander, that I know. Somebody too big I pick a fight with. Maybe I'll get poisoned. Maybe you'll see that I'm a loose cannon and put me up for decommission or something. I'm not going to live past forty, thats for sure." He sat back in his chair commander. "​You're right though, I would regret missed opportunities when I grow old. However I doubt I'll live to see those years, I'll die in some ditch or in the stomach of some hungry animal. That's just the way it is." He shrugged, and folded his arms across his chest again.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

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The fun thing about Norge, was that physical activity was evil to him.

The punch sent him sprawling, knocked out two teeth, and left him skidding across the floor right up to the Hutts. He simply grinned at the thing. "It'll teak more than that to put me down sugar ti-"

And then it happened. Our hero hunched over, grunted, and fell on his face, His skin went pale and clammy, and his body began to twitch. It was his diabetes. Homeboy needed insulin, stat.

Nar-Nar finished the deed, and walked off-screen. He left the poor woman to cower under a blanket, wondering why anyone would want a sequel trilogy centered on a frog, fish, poop joke creature.

 

[Una Gal]

She lent her head against his chest, enjoying the weight of his hands on her waist. His heavy heart beat sounding against her ear was all she needed to know. He felt the same way she did. It was a wonderful feeling that seemed to have her lost for words. Accompanied by his words, Una could have melted into his arms then and there. She would have given anything to save this moment. To replay it over and over again. She lifted her head from his chest, leaning forward to rest their foreheads together.


She didn't feel the need to say anything. Her eyes said it all. Locked onto his, starry and deeply infatuated. She had no idea what this meant for the two, but she liked where it was going. Una remained with her head touching his for a long while, before finally pulling away. A simple kiss connected to his lips as she spoke. "Perhaps we should go and socialise now..."

@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

 

[Revenchent]

Calico caught sight of @[member="Ven"], gave her a soft smile and a tilt of the head, then went back on to talking with Jon. He enjoyed her company, but he had his priorities.

"Listen to yourself talk son." Calico tightened his grip on the young man's shoulder, not like he'd feel it with that armor on. "That's just what you were indoctrinated to think. There's nothing wrong with killing so long as it's justified, but it's not something your life should center on. Neither is dying young."

Calico's voice was low and serious. He meant his words. "I'm working on giving you boys full lives. Glory is nice in thought, but what does it add up to when you're gone? Nothing. Eventually, people stop giving a damn. You don't have to become some greedy businessman, you don't have to give up soldiering, but don't try and not be human."

Hypocrite.

He leaned forward, right in the lad's visor. "I've tried. It doesn't work, especially when your buddies aren't there anymore. It's lonely and it's not the way a man should live. We're your family, and I don't decommission my boys, never think that. If you need something, I'm always going to be there." Calico stared in silence, hoping words would sink in. "You're a man, not a machine. Don't cut your life short because the world seems like osik to you."

@[member="CC-848 Jon"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="CC-114 Una"]

"Hmmm ok Una." He said smiling and enjoying the feeling of being together. A fight had broken out and there were other things happening all around. The Hutt host were laughing hysterically.

He looked around his big brown eyes not sure what was safe and what wasn't.

"Who should I socialize with?" He said ready to please as he pulled two drinks from a tray and handed her one. "I only know clones."

 

[Serian Loria]

His eyes widened, his lit ruby gaze taking in her armor “You weren’t perhaps going to say ‘Kote’ were you?” He then chuckled “Abel brought me with him, but left me to fend for myself in this sea of strangers, seems I’ll have to have a talk with him, he kept you a secret from me. You are welcome in our home Isabet, I promise there is plenty of room and...it would not do to neglect to make sure you and he were together.”

It was quite a shock to him to find himself face to face with yet another of the Kote clan, there was even a ghost of a similarity between her and her long dead ancestor. “I had the honor of being named brother by one within your clan, he was the one who taught me much about the Mando’ade. He’s passed on some time ago, but, its an honor to meet another from his family.”

He would have said more, but Abel showed up and pretty much confirmed what he already guessed. He snorted at him “Thanks, I was hoping to spare her that tiny fact, I’m no longer one of the Sith and have not been one for many many years. Abel, you are late to the punch, your beautiful wife was just cluing me in on the fact you are her husband. However, I expect she’ll be a new housemate as its not proper for two people with such deep affection to be separated. I just hope she doesn’t mind the rigorous training I put you through.”

He tucked the medallion into his shirt and sighed, running a hand through his hair “Isabet, would you do me the favor and mention nothing in regards to myself? I’m not really ready for anyone, outside a very small few to know.”

He didn’t mention anything about his apprentice’s words in regard to these ‘Templars’ as far as he was concerned he’d made his feeling very clear and the subject was closed.


@[member="Isabet Kote"] @[member="Abel Denko"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Norge Rucras"]

Ruusan watched as he began turning pale. It looked like he was going to die or something. Ruusan didn't care! She would kick an old man while he's down.

Ruusan hurried over and kicked at his exposed ribs.

"Your movies blow, you no talent kark stick!" She yelled as the Hutts roared with laughter.

 

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Norge would not tolerate this. He was Norge, the fantastic, famous, dying man. He squirmed for a few seconds on the ground, then went completely still. His voice died down to a quiet, raspy whisper.

"You...are...G..Canon...Schutta." The wounded, dying portly man pointed a big meaty claw at Ruu, just as Nar-Nar executed the Smedi Council. Such was the way it had to be. "And...you're just mad...because...my films...are...A-MUTHAKARKING-CANON!"

With that said, Norge lost consciousness. A Rodian--the one he had been playing cards with-- jogged on up to the man, took his tubby arm, and injected a syringe full of insulin. The director began to breath evenly, but he was out, for now at least.

@[member="Ruusan"]

 

[CC-848 Jon]

Calico's words sunk deep into Jon, however it wasn't for the reason he hoped. It dawned upon Jon, he'd rather be nothing than being something wrong. "With all due respect Commander, I'd rather be nothing than be these people. Or any other kind of social individual, I like it this way. I like being a machine, its what I've been brought up to do and what I intend on doing. Focus on your boys, I'm not one of them. I don't want to be one of them, I'm an executioner. I take orders and I follow them, that's all there is..." Jon stood up from his seat, he didn't wish to continue this conversation. "...Commander..." He nodded to Calico and walked away. His fists clenched, he didn't need Calico's words floating around in his head. He didn't want them, he was going to get drunk or kill someone. Which, he didn't know yet.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Kaprosuchus96]

Ven caught sight of Calico's glances just as she was handed her whiskey. She took a nice long sip, glancing quick over both him and the person he was with. She took a long slow thought before moving up off from against the counter and walking towards them, her drink in hand. The Falleen stopped to stand a foot or so from Calico, taking another deep sip, "Hey." she replied when she'd removed her lips from the glass, leaning all her weight onto her left side with her left hand on her hip as she held the glass in her right hand. "Wouldn't be a problem if I joined you boys, would it? Seems I know absolutely nobody in this place..." She trailed off as the other person walked off. She wiggled her nose, "Well then.." Frowning, hoping she hadn't run him off.


@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
@[member="CC-848 Jon"]

 

[Isabet Denko]

She glanced down to her glass, raising a brow. "How rude of him. I would have liked to imagine he was a little more proud of me." Of course, Isabet didn't care that he had kept it a secret. It wasn't really a proper ceremony and the two had been karked out of their faces. Come to think of it, Isabet hadn't told anyone about their wedding either. Though it wasn't exactly like she had anyone to tell. She nodded her head gracefully, returning a pleasant smile to her face. "Thank you, for the offer." It was an offer that she would have to ponder on for a while. "I shall think upon it. It was very gracious of you."

The arrival of her husband stole her attention for a few moments, only long enough for her face to show a small manner of adoration. She listened for a moment to Serian's words, offering an understanding nod of her head. Compared to other Mandalorians, Isabet had no distaste for sith. Apart from the one that had almost destroyed her bones, they had done nothing to her. She had heard stories of course, but she wasn't one to judge. "Of course, your secret is safe with me." She knew about secrets, and about keeping them till the right moment arose. She wouldn't be the one to ruin it for him.

She cleared her throat, setting her drink down beside her plate. "Actually, I'm sorry to say I know nothing of my ancestors or my clan. I was found on Dxun. I wish I could appease your interest but I know little to nothing about them." Isabet wasn't afraid of telling people that she had no clue were she was from, or how she got here today. It made for an interesting story at the very least.

@[member="Serian Loria"] @[member="Abel Denko"]

 

[CC-848 Jon]

"You have the commander all to yourself, I was just leaving." He commented to @[member="Ven"] before walking further away, this way Calico could not followed him.
It seemed things were turning up Jon tonight.

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Norge Rucras"]

Ruusan cocked her leg back again ready to bring it at the fat blow-hard's chest when a pair of Hutt enforcer's pulled her away.

"Get your worm rubbing hands off me." She said pulling away and slapping them both. "Is that how you treat a karking lady!?"

Ruusan smoothed her clothes and fixed her pony tail. She stood up straight and stamped away chin held high.

"Tools." She said as she took a drink from a serving tray and walked over to Jon.

"Hi." She said taking a sip of her new whiskey and acting innocent. "My name is Ruusan. You can call me Ruu."
@[member="CC-848 Jon"]

 

[Revenchent]

Calico set his elbows on the table and placed his head in his hands. Whatever he had said, it only made things worse. "If he needs me, I'll be here but..." He trailed off, tilting his head to stare up at Ven. She'd proven herself loyal and reliable on Nar Haaska, and that was good enough for Calico.

"Yeah, plop down Vi'ika. My boys and I have little spats here and there." He sat up straight, forcing a smile up at the woman. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy her company, he was simply downtrodden that he couldn't help Jon feel like he belonged. It hurt. "I see you got my message? That, or you've been stalking me again."

@[member="Ven"]

 

[Malok]

Wordlessly, the Enforcer stood behind his spouse and rested his chin upon her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist. Looking upon his mentor, he could not help but roll his eyes ever so slightly. "Yes, that's right, we are married. If not for the fact that, y'know, we've only been roommates for...less than a month? I'd have clued you in." he said before placing a kiss upon her cheek. While Abel and Serian had a camaraderie between them, and each day was a step in the direction of full and mutual trust...they were not there yet. Of the two, the Enforcer was much more guarded; and had every reason to be. Regardless, he was with the woman who set his heart drumming away and set a horde of butterflies loose in his stomach. "And well...I'd love nothing more than to have you with me, Isa'ika." he whispered, placing yet another kiss upon her cheek. "Take as much time as you need to think it over, though. No rush of course."

The Enforcer then looked to Serian and narrowed his eyes, giving him a mental nudge. Closed subjects be damned, if he was sitting there introducing his spouse, the least Serian could do was hear him out. "OI!" he mentally yelled, doing his best to cause as much mental annoyance as possible. "ANSWER ME!"

@[member="Serian Loria"], @[member="Isabet Kote"]

 

[Phoebe Draclau]

"Yes, it is." She smiled spinning around for him to see. Phoebe was rather surprised that he noticed such a thing as the type of dress she was wearing. He had such an eye for details. "I didn't think I would see you here my love." Reaching with her free hand she pulled him in closer for a passionate kiss. She honestly didn't care who saw her be affection with him. If they wished to stare they could, it wasn't as if she was going to try and take off his clothes here. That would and could wait until later.

"We match because we are always insync even when we are far apart," she grinned kissing him again. Phoebe wanted to drag him away from this party and have fun with him. She was sure though the polite thing to do was stay and not wander off. "You should give me a tour of the castle."

@[member="Isley Verd"]