A Common Cause for Celebration

Kay-Larr · Nov 21, 2018

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It had been a few months since the battle for Commenor's liberation from the Sith Empire had come to an end. Buildings were being reconstructed and so was the freedom and daily routines for the Commenori. Both Chasin City and the Royal Palace were undergoing extensive repairs; the latter heavily so. Yet both the King and Queen wished to extend a thanks for all of those that came to their aid in such a dark time.

The Mandalorians, the New Republic, the Silver Jedi Order and others all put their best foot forward to fight oppression of the once neutral planet. It was a debt that Kay felt could never be fully repaid.

There were plenty of challenges up ahead. Yet there was a time for reflection too. And a breather. And this was a perfect reason to celebrate life and honour the fallen.

The new Throne room was prepared. An orchestra played epic music while the finishing touches on the many food and drink tables were prepared. Beside the two thrones that stood at the top of the steps were many small boxes to be handed out to many heroes on this day. Special medals were crafted that would be revealed during the ceremony.

Security was high, as expected, and all were sent invitations with the added note to come in their formal attire.

Kay stood in the middle of the throne room, taking a look around as some of the Palace staff moved swiftly about. This time she was without her tea, something that wss sure to be remedied in the future. In the meantime she waited for her husband to join her, along with all of the invited guests.

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Stardust Solus Skirae · Nov 21, 2018

She had finally just baey been released from the hospital, just in time for the celebration to begin and she smiled as they started arriving at the port brushing down her red fiery looking dress and adjusted it her scar right in the middle of her chest showing just a little

Arriving she looked to darben who was arriving with her and hummed as she entered the throne room as she took a breath seeing the fresh building and smiled

good to be back again
[member="Darben Skirae"]

Xi Rell · Nov 21, 2018

*removed*

Silfe Sosuri · Nov 21, 2018

It had been a while since Silfe had worn a ball gown, at least to her recollection. With over two years missing from her recent memory, she couldn't be certain, but she chose to ignore that nagging sensation that she was missing something vital. There was nothing she could do about it. They were simply going to remain a mystery. Perhaps it was better that way. She could only imagine the revenge her father must have taken on her when he finally had her within his grasp again. Shuddering, she handed her cloak to the coat check servant. The last thing she wanted was to imagine what that could have been. Firmly setting her mind to focus on the present, she began to wander through the new throne room.

It was lovely. As always [member="Lady Kay"] and [member="Veiere Arenais"] had good taste. The craftsman had worked a great deal to ensure that it had gotten done in time for the celebration. The multi tiered floor was beautiful, contrasting to the windows in the towering ceiling that would produce a great deal of light during the day, natural and lovely. Her dark eyes fell on the thrones and the stacks of boxes beside them. She wondered what was in them briefly, but thought it was better to let Kay have her surprises. She smiled and carefully tucked a loose dark chocolate curl back into the high updo it had fallen out of as a she approached Kay. "The throne room looks amazing your highness. Chasin City and the Royal Palace will be better than ever given time."

Silfe Sosuri had recovered mostly since the day when Commenor was retaken. Her broken bones and bruises had healed. Cuts and scrapes had faded to nothing. The only thing that remained a mark of that day was that her voice was just a little husky, a little raspy. It was still odd to her to hear it even months later. "Is there anything you need help with?"

Sor-Jan Xantha · Nov 21, 2018

Shadows on the wall.

The more that these, and others like them, clung to the light... the greater their shadows became.

There were shadows everywhere. Ebbs and flows of darkness where the light faded. Points that the light did not reach. Or spots where the light was blocked, creating a pocket of darkness right in their midst.

Darkness was a most misunderstood thing. There were many properties of darkness. Many nuances of shadow that described more than fifty shades of gray.

And one could never be quite sure just what was lurking there in the dark.

The Commenori were celebrating a victory that had been handed to them. The declaration of the Sith Emperor was that the costs of occupying a devastated world were no longer economically sound.

Let the Commenori scramble among the scraps for what little was left for them to reclaim. Perhaps they would fall victim to another, and so expose the wolf among the sheep. Perhaps they would prove their strength and rebuild... and, in so doing, make themselves a more worthy object of Sith attention. The young Cathar knew not which was going to be case.

So he merely watched.

And waited.

Darben Skirae · Nov 21, 2018

Darben let out a sigh of relief as the cool Commenori air touched his lungs. His neck still hurt time to time, and sometimes he had a little bit of trouble breathing. But it felt like relief to feel the clean air. Commenor always had such clean air. And for a moment, the memories of the battle were gone. Then when he opened his eyes, it came back to him. And his heart went pounding for another moment till he rested his eyes upon his wife.

"It...it is good to be back. To see [member="Lady Kay"] again." Darben wore a simple suit, he was not really one to go out. Then he saw the throne room, and looked around. It was remarkable now.

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

WolfMortum · Nov 21, 2018

The people of Commenor had turned the odds back in their favor, and by some miracle that the Sith were preparing to evacuate the planet, the remnant fleet led by Veiere Arenais, alongside the allies that had rallied to his call for aid, had successfully cut the Sith Empire off from fleeing with the planets capital. What lucrative resources they could have made off with, had been halted and returned in the wake of the ships that had been routed and disabled. Many of the Sith had escaped, many had returned to the Empire's space, but regardless of how they had won, Commenor had been returned to them and that was cause enough for celebration.

Standing within the Throne Room Veiere watched as his wife, [member="Lady Kay"] delegated among those that had arrived already. Dressed in an attire more fit for such an occasion, the neck unbuttoned as a subtle rebellion against the business look that accompanied most government personnel, Veiere had neglected to wear his favored robes as was part of his former life before Kay.

Their victory came with several significant truths that had appeased the King greatly, most of all that Commenor still had strong alliance's within the Galaxy despite it's earlier attempt to remain nuetral and deal in trade with everyone regardless of alignment. The second fact was that the Sith Empire had forced Commenor to choose a side, and it was a side that Veiere had fought for most of his life. Not only that, but Veiere's capture and retaliation against the Emperor of the Sith had influenced his faith in the light to be restored, his resolve to not give up, even in the darkest times where his execution had been only moments away.

To himself, he smiled now, looking upon the faces whom were there to celebrate and bare witness to the starting days of a new dawn for the former Trade World. Today was about the past, tomorrow would bring some changes that he and his Wife had discussed over the last couple weeks. All good things in good time however...

Drystan Marakos · Nov 22, 2018

Drystan Marakos, now a Jedi Master, had arrived on Commenor as-was her custom: in silence, and with little hint of her presence. Beyond the crush of battle, the skilled Jedi Shadow moved in darkness - betraying nothing, save when it benefited her most. She'd chosen to arrive alone, letting her friends come in ways which suited them best. She was far more cautious. She'd arrived in Chasin City under false pretenses; her ship & identity that of a common jewel merchant. The identity was infallible... expertly crafted years ago by old friends in what was then the Galactic Alliance, and was now a useful (if simple) cover. She even possessed a small number of crystals & stones, some of which would fetch quite the price on the open market - or useful to grease the wheels of bureaucracy, when necessary.

Her ship, easily forgotten amongst the many coming & going from the rebuilding planet, was sterilized & passed on to another agent... one with a much more dangerous mission than Drystan's own. He would need a lift off-planet, when his business was complete. She, on the other hand, would catch a ride with her companions at the conclusion of the ceremony.

When she checked into her room at a fine hotel, she looked very different from when she left it. Brunette hair had given way to blonde, and a fine suit & fut coat had been replaced by a simple cloak & working clothes. The plan was to obtain finer clothing before her arrival at the Palace. Fading into the background noise of Chasin City, she would take her time investigating before eventually arriving at the palace...

She believed it was highly likely there were still enemy agents operating behind the scenes, and even with the joyous occasion, she'd be far better prepared than most.

At least, that was the idea.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

Daxton Bane · Nov 22, 2018

Daxton Bane’s arrival was discrete and without fanfare, as much as the Raven’s had extended aid to the people of Commenor, he was also sensitive to the fact there were those who choose to view him as a Sith. A relatively neutral one but a Sith none the less and he did not wish to cause undue commotion from his presence at the proceedings.

He wore a simple uniform tunic of purple and green, although closer inspection would reveal the expensive nature of the fabric and discrete but well appointed armor plates in case someone got excited and took a pot shot in his direction.

The enigmatic leader of the Red Ravens leaned back in his chair at the bar and observed the crowd with amusement.

Caedyn Arenais · Nov 22, 2018

The Royal Palace,

Chasin City, Commenor.

Caedyn Arenais arrived dressed for the occasion, though not by Commenori standards but the formal Je'daii garments that he had worn the first day he had entered into the Order of Tython and Svivren, though they'd been adjusted to better fit him today, a number of years later. They were the last gift he had received from his Father too. Things had certainly been tense between the pair since the establishment of the phantom temple on Rannon and Veiere's previous mistakes...-Caedyn still didn't quite understand what had gone through his father's head back then, but these days he seemed to be back to his old self and had taken a stand against the people that had sought to hurt them.

Today was meant to be a day of happiness, one of celebration and a reminder of their victory; Their family hadn't always been under this amount of pressure but given the passed few years, today they were holding up with a fair bit more hope for the future than they had before. It wasn't all so bad either, the horrors of his time spent on Commenor during the occupation had been shared with [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], and they'd grown far closer than either of them had expected to become. He hadn't yet heard if she would be attending the ceremony though he had made sure that an invitation was sent back to Silver Jedi Space so that she would be included had she the wish.

His Sister on the other hand was probably hanging about somewhere, though he hadn't yet been tackled or caught in one of her infamous traps, so she'd probably been told to keep to her best behavior. [member="Loreena Arenais"] was the only other girl that knew him so well. Better than anyone else did in fact, including their parents. He had missed the time they used to spend together, the twins once having shared every day teasing and playing, laughing and genuinely having fun. That was before they had both been sent away to gain experience off-world and outside of their formerly sheltered lives.

Not yet ready to be bombarded by the gathering there already, Caedyn tried to slip through the crowded room as best he could in search for his Sister.

Xi Rell · Nov 22, 2018

*removed*

Drystan Marakos · Nov 22, 2018

The Palace appeared to be in much better shape, upon her arrival in the district. Much of the damage (extensive as it'd been) had been repaired... though to a discerning eye, one might notice cracks & craters where once it was all pristine. It didn't take much; showing her face & announcing her presence to the Guards led to a short transmission, and then she was cleared to enter. [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Lady Kay"], and their security detail would have been notified immediately that a member of the Silver Jedi Order had arrived. Drystan was still dressed in a simple tan working cloak & clothing, but she now had a canvas bag slung over her shoulder - proper wear for such a fine celebration. She'd still look quite nondescript until she changed... but that was, of course, the point.

The Palace Guards saluted & allowed her entry - Drystan & a group of Jedi Warriors had been directly responsible for liberating Commenor & protecting the Queen herself. The Entry into the palace had been relatively untouched by the battle, and sounds of construction continued. Her powerful aura had been well-concealed through the use of Quey'Tek Meditation, and she would appear to be a simple worker... for the moment.

Beings from across Commenor & elsewhere in the Galaxy were present, and paid her little mind.

Drystan Marakos, Master Sentinel of the Silver Jedi Order, brushed her hood back to reveal long blonde hair curled into an elegant braid, and her hazel eyes were bright & supremely aware. Her entire body shimmered; the edges of her aura sparkling through the force - a luminescent being, she was, as well a predator against the darkness. Up until that moment, she'd been entirely invisible in The Force... but the time for subterfuge was over. A small round of applause rose to greet her, and the hum of conversation increased as some of the staff & the visitors who'd already arrived recognized the presence of the powerful Jedi.

With a bright, joyful smile, Master Marakos approached [member="Veiere Arenais"] & [member="Lady Kay"]. She bowed to the King & Queen of Commenor. Nearby, [member="Silfe Sosuri"] was visible, and Drystan offered the woman a delighted grin. The raven-haired woman had nearly perished in the aftermath of the fight for the palace, and might have perished had she not drawn upon her own potential in The Force.

Through the crowd, she also recognized the armored form of [member="Kaine Australis"] - The Warmaster, a fellow warrior & a dangerous adversary... thankfully, the two had shared a side rather than worked against one-another, and Drystan had a small amount of respect for the Mandalorian... even if she didn't entirely agree with his tactics.

"Greetings, friends, from the Silver Jedi Order. You all look quite well, since last we spoke."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

[member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

Rick Kaloo · Nov 22, 2018

ROYAL PALACE, COMMENOR

The battle still haunted him.

Even bacta and a few months of relative peace had only done so much, and his simple white business suit only partially hit large scars running up his chest and back. Since fainting on his gunship, he had been taken to medics and healed, but he would still experience bouts of nausea every now and then. Here in Commenor, it was especially present, with only the battle on his mind, him unable to pull out. Ever since the battle, Rick's view of the planet had been affected beyond repair.

Rick had been one of the first responders to Commenor's distress calls, bringing in a mighty fleet set on reversing what had been done on Mon Calamari. They had singlehandedly tackled dozens of Sith reinforcements in one of the largest space battles Rick had ever seen, emerging victorious only by pure will and strength. Then, Rick had taken a dropship directly planetside, delivering hundreds of soldiers to raid Sith positions. Rick had killed many Sith troopers, not having time to think of any mercy or compassion. Then, Rick had nearly dueled with one Sith, and dodged another to reach a gunship in a desperate attempt to evacuate the Queen. The ship had only made it halfway up before massive beasts lay siege to it, giving Rick many of the scars he now wore.

Now, the peace seemed eerie, almost as if it was an illusion and when Rick blinked, there would be war without end. Walking into the rebuilt castle with its newly polished walls, Rick reminded himself that it was the result of peace, of restoration and repairs. As he entered the throne room, he was greeted with a blast of artillery fire - no, a blast of music, and the chattering of dozens of guests. Rick mentally reminded himself that Commenor had been freed, and the Queen only had the best intentions in mind, along with her guests.

And yet Rick still doubted.

[member="Drystan Marakos"], [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Xi Rell"]

Allyson Locke · Nov 22, 2018

Location: SJO Embassy

The clean up was mostly done and the crews were going to be let of early because of the ceremony. It felt like yesterday that the planet was being freed from the grasp of the Sith Empire. It was a good move and it seemed that most of the conflict was over with. Standing there, Allyson watched and helped where she could. The day before there was a lot of heavy lifting and with her oddly stronger self, she was able to lift much of it. Not all of it, the Corellian was still somewhat human. There was a bit of soreness in her shoulders, but she did her best to hide it.

“Locke! Can you lend a hand?” One of the workers waved at the Corellian, he remembered her from the day before and knew she would be able to help. “Yeah!” Pulling off her spacy uniform jacket, she hung it on one of the doorknobs and wandered over. The pair lifted one of the heavier desks and adjusted it to the room and carefully set it down. A few jokes and laughter echoed the Embassy and Allyson shook the man’s hand. “You’re going right?” The man nodded, and the crew began its final clean up to begin their way to the celebrations.

Allyson looked around and wondered were a certain someone had wandered too. She began to make her way towards the door that her jacket hung on, as the rest of the room cleared out leaving her with her jacket.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]

Tathra Khaeus · Nov 22, 2018

ROYAL PALACE -

A few months previous, a small band of Brutes led by their Chieftain made for an attempt on the Queen's life. An attempt on all who stood in their path. They had came numbered in few, dwarfed by the forces present on the planet. Yet still all had fled before them on the field of battle as they Bryn'adûl had no equal in their savagery. Most of all their Chieftain, who made it all but necessary for the Commenori and their allies to flee the capital lest they all die by the desperate barrages of the Mandalorians or by the Chieftain's own unrelenting hand.

Now, he would provide them with not his hand but his words. The Chieftain intended to exchange not blades nor scars with the Commenori but indeed words, he had fought them for a cause that would of made them all corpses regardless of their stature or who they were. He'd killed them, shared blood soaked ground and slain them for a purpose irrelevant to their identity. He would allow them that knowledge, and to discover their identity for himself.

Entry to the system - to the planet at all was difficult. The Bryn'adûl had taken control of an envoy ship as it passed between hyperlanes toward Commenor. It was simple enough, catch the ship in a tractor beam and block its communication abilities before boarding. It was a commercial vehicle carrying building supplies for reconstruction within Chasin City.

Tathra had brought a small company of Bryn'adûl drones on-board, ravenous and violent. But they were obedient to their Chieftain - for they feared to be anything but. The Chieftain landed the ship in a construction site hangar, once the clearance codes had past, using a voice modulator and clearances codes gifted through his abilities of persuasion.

The massive titan moved hunched through the silver steel hallways of the small Durasteel cargo-ship. His massive form causing its metal to creek and bend against his immense weight as he moved toward the docking pad. Two of his Bryn'adûl waited on either side of him, standing guard however the Chieftain would go alone.

A gust of steam escaped from either side of the ship as its engines slowed to a crawl, barely activate as the docking pad extended to the ground beneath him. His shadow stretched out before him, reaching the end of the pad as two security personnel moved to greet the workers that were supposed to unload the shipment. Tathra ordered his soldiers back a few feet, crouching down as he held himself against the wall of the ship.

"Hello? My friend, he's ah- sprained his ankle. Could you two help me unload this titanium?"

Tathra did his best to soften his voice, listening intently as he heard the grumble of the two security men as their soft footsteps moved up the docking bay ramp. Eyes wide, as they saw Tathra come upon then. He incapacitated the two within a few moments with relative ease. He did not intend on spilling any blood, least not unless it was entirely necessary.

"[Draelvasier]: Restrain them with the rest of ships crew." Tathra barked back at his Bryn'adûl before moving down the docking pad, quickly ducking under some construction equipment before heading for the Palace itself. The massive titan was in a different attire, a new set of armour that was entirely different to what he had once worn.

Still, most but the few Mandalorian survivors who had been likely horribly wounded in the artillery barrage did not know his face. Only the rumour of beasts lead by a dark champion. Tathra entered under the guise of a benefactor, allowing the force to sway his easy entrance from his will to reality. The titan moved along the outskirts of the festivity, arriving from an out of site entrance as he moved with a relaxed pace, observing the citizens and delegates as they ate.

Some, stopping to observe the massive warrior as no doubt the few who had paid attention to the descriptions of the unexpected attackers would no doubt begin to put the dots together, however entirely unwilling to say much of anything. Entirely spineless, as expected. Tathra moved into the centre of the Throne Room, allowing his large and unrefined form to be viewed by all. The massive titan was wearing a more formal attire, a vest of some kind. Still, unmistakably combat armour but more refined and subtle. His arms were bare, red and thick muscle coupled with thick volcanic like hide stretching over the length of his shoulders.

His massive footsteps would no doubt draw attention to himself, his every step would thunder as he drew closer - no longer simply drowned out in the back of the crowd. He moved with both arms raised with open palms, feigning passivity as he approached the Monarchs.

"[Draelvasier]: How they grovel in their stupidity. - [Basic]: I don't believe we've been formally introduced, Monarch of the Commenori." Tathra gave a short nod of his head, tilting it slightly as his voice was intended to reach both Queen and King. His golden-orange eyes shifting as he noticed some rather distinguished individuals before returning to the two.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Drystan Marakos"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]

Eugen Aker · Nov 22, 2018

Location: SJO Embassy
Wearing: White Jedi Robes

Then

Jyoti stood on the front lawn of the embassy, on a bench right before a crystalline cylinder about two meters tall, lit up by several memory moths that fluttered within. Every so often, she picked out a new memory moth from a jar under her left arm. She would whisper a name to each one, then release them into the cylinder.

Each name she whispered was a Silver Jedi, Ranger, or staffer that has perished during the conflict between the Commenori and the Sith Empire. The memory moths, thought to be immortal, would whisper their names for all eternity in remembrance of their service.

When she was done, she wandered back inside to find Allyson who was supposed to wait for return before leaving for the ceremony later that day. Feeling out the Corellian's familiar aura, it wasn't long before she tracked her down to an empty room.

"You're looking sharp today, hotshot," she said, picking off Allyson's jacket from the hanger. With a wave of her free hand, she swept away a few odd pieces of lint with invisible tendrils of the Force. "You put in some good work, I'm proud of you."

If it wasn't for Allyson showing up, then Admiral Kaloo and Queen Kay may have ended up as slag by the sudden attacks of a mysterious UFO. To this day, said UFO and its pilot(s) still remained at large. It made her wonder how many other Sith were still stranded on Commenor, hiding.

It may be time for another hunt.

Smiling, she held open the jacket to let Allyson slide it right on if she backed up a few steps.

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Xi Rell"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

Allyson Locke · Nov 22, 2018

SJO Embassy
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]

Then

Allyson could feel through the force the Echani searching for her. On queue she heard her voice as she entered. The compliment filled Corellian’s ego as she smirked and nodded. The jacket was being offered and Ally slipped an arm into the sleeve and kept her back to the woman as she stepped back into it. Her other arm slipped into the other sleeve and she nodded.

“Thanks. You look pretty nice yourself there Grandmaster.” Allyson remained closed to the Echani as they were alone for the time being. Allyson brought her arms forward and began to tuck in the under shirt, so she could button the uniform jacket up. “You made a good call having me wait, I’m happy Rick and the Queen made it out.”

In the back of Allyson’s mind, she knew she had lost the target after the city, she should have continued, but there were other things that needed her attention. The battle was over, and she had been called back. A slight shake of her head, she pushed the thoughts of the UFO and its pilot out of her mind, tonight was a celebration.

“What were those in the jar you had with you?” Fingers began to button her uniform.

Stardust Solus Skirae · Nov 22, 2018

[member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

She nodded and moved further in looking around at the gathered people, she moved slowly just barely having gotten her strength back but a week ago

yes...its so good to see her, and good to see veiere again to...

She hadn't seen that man since his trial...and even then she didn't have the nerve to talk to her old friend. Today however she needed to do so, talk to him once again to reforge that bridge

I say we go talk to them, what do you say darben?

Sor-Jan Xantha · Nov 22, 2018

Pellaeon Gardens, Bastion
The Sith Empire

This is what adults called a party?

The Cathar kitten was underwhelmed. Where was the pinatas? Where was the entertainment? The games? For that matter, where were the slaves? The executions?

A party without at least three deaths was bad luck for certain.

They just kept talking and talking, in really long sentences, jumping from topic to topic. It was really quite hypnotic...

The kitten shook his head, trying to get his bearings again as he peered through the shadows at the scene unfolding within the royal palace on Commenor. It seemed that all the traitors and villains one would expect were there.

Silver Jedi? The unrepentant terrorists of the known galaxy? A given.

The Zabrak was unusual. The boy wasn't sure just what to think of that one yet.

But seriously, if this was what the Commenori did for fun, then the Sith Emperor was right to get the kark out of there.

WolfMortum · Nov 23, 2018

A number of people were showing up now, some that Veiere recognized, and others that gave him cause for concern that for the time being he kept to himself. With [member="Lady Kay"] in the same room, she might feel his discomfort through their bond in the Force, yet he didn't have reason enough to follow up on his intrigue given that their World had always associated with a number of different peoples from different backgrounds since the beginning of their establishment on Commenor. Perhaps he was still a little unsettled from the past few months, the fighting and the stress that had followed over the days they had been scrambling to secure and rebuild.

Veiere's gaze landed upon his son, [member=Caedyn Arenais] as the boy seemed to be making his way through the crowd, not towards Veiere of course but seemingly looking for something or someone else. Things had still been rocky between he and his Son; Lori had her Mother's forgiveness and compassion, where as his Son seemed to be more prone to hold onto the past. Frankly, Veiere couldn't blame the lad. He was still a young man and still had plenty to experience ahead of him; hopefully he wouldn't make the same mistakes that his father had in life.

Formal occasions such as these weren't exactly Veiere's idea of a perfect way to spend the day, his Wife was far more accustomed to this sort of thing where as politics had always been something he'd been discouraged from in his younger days. His former Master would probably be turning in her grave to see Veiere presiding over so many a people under the title of 'King'. Looking back, his time spent in the Jedi Order had seemed simpler. More straight forward...He knew what was expected of him and had his teachings to use as a guide were he to question things. Today however, he had the potential to encourage the prosperity in millions of lives, something he never had as a lone Jedi Knight back then.

[member="Drystan Marakos"] eventually made her way towards he and his wife, Veiere turning his attention to the Silver Jedi and offering a fond smile in greeting. They'd found one another within the Palace during the battle for the world's liberation and she had saved Silfe Sosuri's life. Veiere hadn't quite recalled their history of service together, however now in a much more comfortable time without the stress of war over their shoulders, he greeted her as a friend.

"Good to see you Master Marakos, you'll have to forgive me for being so short on words the last we met. I hope you're faring well since?".

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