A feast of Heroes, Villians, and everything between

[Barrett Haskins]

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"You look like you could use a drink." Barrett offered the armored man his bottle of Corellian whiskey. He knew from a young age it was better to befriend a Rancor than get eaten by one and this Rancor had his fair share of bruises and stains on his armor that pointed to a more...gruesome like of work than Haskins had dealt with before.

 

[Yuri Caedus]

Yuri simply looked over to the Smuggler giving the man a drink and a scowl came over his face for the briefest of moments. Before it was immediately taken off he narrowed his gaze to the two wondering Barrett's political motives behind what he was doing; however, Yuri once again showed lethargia to the current situation before turning his head back around to face the front taking a brief sip of the drink at the counter. He always despised not having a clear head in the company of others, especially now when he needed certain people to notice him. Thus, he took very small sips of the drink in order to slightly loosen up so that he may approach someone, instead of them approaching him.

He attempted to from his spot listen in on the various conversations going on around him whilst staring directly forward with the occasional look down at his drink and the swirl of his hand with it. Even though he did not feel a need to interject into the political game that some of the Sith Masters felt obliged to put themselves into. Yuri did see an importance for keeping up-to-date with the current news of the order and of the galaxy itself. Once you cut past all the rubbish that was their own gloating of course. As he continued to sip on the alcohol he began to wonder if the Empress would make an appearance. After all she did have reason to occasionally show her face at gatherings of people, she herself was entrenched in the political games of the Sith Order and of the Galaxy itself.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

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IC:

Voracitos was pleased by the great reception his ambiguous invitations to the various factions and trade organizations received, gaining a plethora of people from all corners of the galaxy, diplomats, warriors, and criminals alike. Enemies of the Empire, Friends of the Empire, the Empire, all the Empire's criminals as well as any from outside of the Empire. The entire Manor was filled with some sort of connection to the Empire. It didn't matter at all to the Dark Lord, as long as the people were here! What better way to feel appreciated than to have a horde of people gobbling up all your food and potentially breaking your expensive things? Of course, he needn't do any of these, as this whole thing had a much greater plot. For a while though, he would allow all his guests to grovel in the majesty of his personal Palace.

There were, of course, few people here he actually recognized, or bothered to recognized. He simply sat afloat in his massive throne just outside large double doors at the head of stairs leading down from his perspective. While he entered for his introduction, he watched his guests pour in by the dozens. He was a bit disappointed though in the imbalance of the genders. He thought his invitations would bring in a variety of people, which included those people being of other genders. But it was what it was. For now, the fat man simply waited for the moment, smiling without malevolence at the crowd. It was one of those few rare instances in a person’s entire life to see this Sith genuinely smile without male content behind it. There wasn't to say that deep behind the mask there wasn't something evil being plotted, because there was absolutely for sure something cooking up within his skull. Once he was fairly pleased by those that had come, he told his slaves to urge others to quite just a enough for the Master of Gluttony be heard.

"Welcome, honored guests of the Empire, and to me!" He spoke out with open arms, and bringing them in to his "heart" as he referred to his self.

"You have come from an number of backgrounds and stories that I'm sure would be all well and good to tell, and fight over, but tonight!" He raised a hand to the air, "I suggest you forget allllll that," He emphasized with the same hand pointed to the right in a cutting motion.

"And have a grand ol' time!" He laughed seemingly genuine, as he threw his expressive hands in the air for a display of fireworks visible through a giant glass dome overhead showing the now colorful sky. He descended from his speaking point and glided to the head of a giant banquet table, every meter filled with a different kind of food from just about every corner of the Galaxy. Later, he thought that perhaps some live performances of sporting activities would be a good thing to better please his guests.

 

[A 'den]

@[member="Barrett Haskins"]

"Thanks," said the Mando'ade. He took off his helmet, uncovering a face covered with many scars and burn marks, also a burnt/deformed right ear. Even though A 'den was only seventeen, he has drank alcoholic beverages a lot. He took swig of the Corellian Whiskey.

 

[Yuri Caedus]

Yuri Caedus watched on as the over sized man spoke about. He genuinely despised Darth Voracitos now. The man was brutish, deceitful and lacked eloquence in the eyes of Yuri, something that Yuri could not stand for. How could a man such as that hold such an esteemed position? Perhaps he was quite strong in the force, this was something that Yuri had not thought of, but in physical combat? He seemed to not be fit in Yuri's eyes one bit. It appeared that simply being a political mind could get you into a seat of power within The Emprie, something that Yuri detested.

With all of these emotions of disdain for the Lord flowing through him, Yuri's facial expression resembled nothing more than a cold stern emotionless face as he watched upwards to the Lord. Perhaps in his best interests, Yuri turned to walk out of the party. Not only because of the obvious deceit taking place at the party but also because he genuinely did not like the Lord. And although Yuri detested politics taking on a man of that stature in his position was unwise and would do nothing to further a cause of any sorts. The stench of Jedi and Mando'ade in the air also disgusted Yuri, thus he took his leave.

As he walked to the doors through the corridors of the grand domain he looked around himself. His piercing eyes glaring around at the walls before his face turned sour. How could such a man live with himself? The question stayed on Yuri's mind whilst he walked to the large doors of the palace, his boots thudding one after the other.

 

[Alli Wren]

Alli Wren came out, the biggest speeder she could get to this obscure world dropped her off. She smirked wearing a strapless black dress that didn't leave much to be imagined. She confidently walked in, curious why she came here but then again she wanted to sell to the Sith, and the Sith were here. So Here Alli was.

She then saw a masked girl, the girl dispite her mask seemed sort of attractive. She knew where she was going. Alli smirked and grabbed two drinks from a passing waiter. Alli made her way up to the woman and held the extra drink to her. " Hello, and Here I thought I was the only woman here. " She said with a smile hoping that she would take the drink from her. She thought she was cute, So Alli didn't know where the night might take her. So she had approached the only woman she had found worth her while. " I am Alli Wren, CEO of Baktoid Industries"

 

[Barrett Haskins]

The smuggler took another swig before giving it back to the scared man before him, if he was going to get drunk he might as well get smashed. "Name's Barrett Haskins."

The Sith Lord had spoken and given them free reign over the palace, something very outside a Sith's usual behavior...

 

[Allyson Locke]

Sanctuary listened to the Fat Sith talk; he was quite the loud man. She watched everyone interact with each other and soon someone walked up to her. Looking over at the woman she was being offered a drink, it was the first time anyone besides Ashin offered her a drink. Taking the glass she smelled the liquid and realized it was alcohol. This was going to be interesting.

“Thanks and I was thinking the same thing.”

Taking a sip, she smiled tasting the bitter liquid. It coated her tongue and then the sweetness from the juice replaced the bitterness. She held the glass towards her stomach as she brushed her blonde hair from the visible side of her face.

“I’m called Sanctuary, I belong to the Empire.”

 

[Alli Wren]

" Nice to meet you " She said with a mischeavious look at Sanctuary. She drank down her drink rather fast. " So why the mask? I wasn't aware this was a masquarade party. " She said wondering who she was and what she did with the empire. " I don't normally go to these sorts of things but I figured why not. but what brings you here? I am here to find someone new clients. " Alli smiled and got a bit closer to Sanctuary.

Alli tried not to glance too much at Sancutary She had hoped to see sasha here but didn't see her. Well perhaps Santuary was game for some fun.

 

[Allyson Locke]

“The mask has its purposes, the Empress requires I keep who I am a secret. Let’s just say I’m a woman of mystery.”

Sanctuary took another sip, the ice clanked against the glass as she shook it a little. She noticed the woman move closer to her. Spencer recognized this and remembered how she was with Ashin. Deciding this was harmless and it would be nice to get to know someone; Spencer moved also just a small increment of space closer.

“What sort of new clients were you looking for?”

 

[Alli Wren]

Alli smiled, " I like a little mystery, but I am looking for people to buy my ships and weapons, I sell droids, tanks, ships, grenades, and resources" Alli said, knowing she could go on. " its a fun business it keeps me busy and the bills paid. " She smiled, " What do you do? for the empire, that requires the empress to have you be a secret? " She was curious what could she be that would require so much secrecy. "I am glad your here though... I don't know what I would do if you weren't here to talk to. " Alli kept her smile up drinking the rest of her drink.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Connory continued to wander. Eventually, he found himself near @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] and @[member="Alli Wren"]

"Loves the men, does Alli Wren
"And all the women too
"Her face is fair, so red her hair
"Her voice turns hearts to goo

"Her Baktoid ways and turn of phrase
"Have wooed hormonal hordes
"The CEO of libido
"In every room of boards

"Not my best work, but for an off-the-cuff composition, it'll endure." He grinned. "Because you really don't go into the same room as me while dressed in a barely-there cocktail gown. Thoughts?"

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden watched the robust man speak. Everytime the man said a word, it made Zaiden question it's meaning. It all seemed...prewritten. maybe he was imagining things, but in his past he knew to be careful.

"Always one in the chamber, even if there's not..." He murmured, thinking outloud. His right hand subconsciously seemed to end up on his hip, just next to his saber hilt. He did not trust the man. He knew however that at best he would be a minor nuisance to the man with his current training. When he was finished with his training however...he might just have to challenge the man simply for the right to say he bested another man of sour nature.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail stared evenly at Harrison. "John, you are drunk. Go home." Then he winked suddenly and slapped the man on the back. "Kidding. Party on, Harry."

"Anyway, Z," Mikhail turned back to the man who seemed quite talkative. "the words Sith and agenda are inseperable. But I'm not sure what the Voracious lord of gluttony has on his agenda besides more food. Unless he's turned to cannibalism, in which case, you should be very afraid." Blue eyes widened and Mikhail gave an alarmingly sinister smile.

His gaze traversed the crowd as he felt a familiar presence. Humph. His apprentice. Of sorts. Mikhail ignored him. He didn't like to acknowledge the fact that he hadn't killed Yuri yet. He felt it was some sort of massive failure on his part. The egotistical kid certainly seemed in his element. A party was a perfect place for attention. And Yuri needed it like he needed air or water. As it happened, Mikhail found attention a pleasant appetiser.

A great many people were present at this party. And who wouldn't be? Voracitos was known to spare no expense. All different colors and styles were represented. Flashy. Somber. Hues of gold, silver and black were common. People didn't miss an opportunity to show their wealth. Slaves scurried about with platters of food and drink. The guests paid them little heed. In the Empire, slaves could be a common sight. Mikhail felt indifferent toward the matter. He found apathy applied to a surprisingly wide variety of topics. Some of the guests wore masks to hide their features. Like that woman. Mikhail's blue eyes searched. He found her standing next to another woman with red hair. Hmm. Mikhail decided it was time for a little fun.

"See ya, Z." Mikhail waved a hand and retreated to one of the tables on the far end of the banquet from the masked woman and the scarlet haired bomb. He plopped down in a seat, and closed his eyes. Concentrating, Mikhail drew the Force into him. He had practiced this technique privately a great deal since Velok taught it to him. Mikhail appeared lazy, but the Republic military happened to have instilled in him a work ethic for training. Shorn's eyes snapped open. The pale blues twinkled with mischief. @[member="Velok"] would be so disappointed.

A raven-haired man, devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored tuxedo strode next to @[member="Alli Wren"] and @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]. He sipped on a glass of champagne, grey-blue eyes staring over the glass at the two. Mikhail winked.

 

[Yuri Caedus]

As Yuri stepped to the doors of the palace to make his exit he simply looked forwards for a moment contemplating his actions and what it was he was doing at the party. Yes Mikhail was right, he needed the attention; though, not in the way that Mikhail thought it was. Nevertheless the stench of Voracitos and the look of him made Yuri wish to throw up a bit inside of his mouth every second that he stood there a moment longer. Yuri did not need this party, or so he felt. And of course the Agenda of Voracitos was something that he did not wish to stick around for. He absolutely despised that party, because it was held for nothing more than up-plays of power, and illusions of so called power; thus, Yuri went to depart.

Hopefully this departure also would catch the attention of Mikhail who thought that the man was egotistical, when that wasn't even it in the slightest. However, Yuri Caedus knew that Mikhail Shorn would most likely ignore him as that was his nature. He himself was quite the egotistical one, yet also there was a looming depression in the man that Yuri could not figure out. He cared little for the daily life of the man or even what he thought about Yuri, only that he was imparting at least little bits of his knowledge to Yuri, and that would suffice.. For now.

All else aside, including his masters feelings and even Yuri's feelings he departed. Moving through the doors of the palace and outside to where his ship lay. Yuri trudged along the ground his boots thudding with every step that he took until he ascended up the ramp into his ship. As he walked to the front of the ship and pressed a few buttons the ship itself ascended into the air and began to take off into space. Yuri would have nothing to do with the political games of some man who though himself greater than he possibly was.

 

[A 'den]

@[member="Barrett Haskins"]

A 'den took the Whiskey and drank a gulp or two and handed it back. "I am A 'den." He was keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.

 

[Thessa Kai]

[SIZE=10pt]Entering the party…or rather, sausage fest, the rebel Rogue Squadron leader immediately felt like the oddball out. Aqua-lips curled into an easy-going smile. A challenge never stopped her before, from having fun. Or completing her mission. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Fingertips brushed against the blaster holstered tightly to her side as she wove her way through the crowds and toward the bar. Iced-azure gaze locked onto one of the bartenders. “Got any kelp juice? And I'd like it from an unopened bottle.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]She was not going to have another Zeltros.[/SIZE]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"One kelp juice, coming right up."

A raven haired man in a black button-down shirt turned around from behind the bar. He smiled winsomely. Far across, the room, Mikhail Shorn's tuxedo self had vanished before the faces of Alli and Spencer. It turned out that keeping up a Doppelganger took a lot of effort. So exhausting. Mind tricking the bartender into taking a very long bathroom break was so much simpler. Now he could drug everyone's drinks! Partay on!

Mikhail turned his back on Thess and grabbed an unopened kelp juice bottle. He popped it open while slipping in the drug with a little sleight of hand. Force user's had that kind of uncanny speed. The drug was nothing more than a very strong judgement inhibitor, rather than a sedative. Shorn had handed out several already!

"Here you go miss."

 

[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Yuri Caedus"] Darn, I had a plan for you. Are you sure you don't want me to shoot you out of the sky? I was going to have slaves stop you. Meh, very well. Have it your way.

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"], I have no idea how to respond to that! Haha, at least you’re making something happen, unlike myself.

Anyway, I'm about to introduce an NPC who will be watching you naughty children party. Beware, you will neither notice him in visual or in mental until he decides to make himself known. Meet, First.

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From an undisclosed location a man discretely watched the guests as a Vulture would his meal. The mute simply stared, plotting of which would be his first to victimize. Of course, it wasn't out of the orders of his Master, and there would be no death or pain; at least, no death or pain that was authored by himself. Like the messenger of the Gods, First would notify their subjects. His most important job though, was not meant for the living. It was for the dead.

His head jerked as a bird would, scouting for the perfect specimen. Even cloaked in black, and covered by the shadow his hat provided, his trench coat trailing behind him, not a soul knew he was there. But soon enough, he would bump into one, and have an extremely brief interview, where he would decide their sentence to Thanatos, the bringer of Death; whom would use a most efficient, but yet untapped tool. For a simple slave, First was far from ordinary, and the reason why his Master held him in such high regard. Especially now with his new... desires.

A most interesting creature his Master, a man of little change, but yet he always wanted more. Then he had a taste of what he truly wanted in all his life, and he finds it is unobtainable. Then why go through the trouble? First would never understand, but before he would ever choose to question his Master he'd be dead. His loyalty was absolute. That was when he bumped into a little miss of which had a feeling she might be of use (@[member="Alli Wren"]).

Alli, yes? Don't look at me. The others don't know of me, see of me, or even hear of me. For all you know, I may be an illusion. Speak not, I will not reply, simply think and I shall hear. Do you know why my Lord has brought these people here?

He sent to her from the mind, while others continued to socialize in their own ways with her, completely never noticing or sensing this strange man in black.

 

[Matreya]

Watching his newest companion walk off, he cast his eyes across the room. Stopping on a person stacked in armor, he remembered that Shorn had mentioned him, quickly he walked over in the man's direction.

Finishing his drink, he reached for another off of a nearby table. Downing it in one go, he sighed. Many nights he had spent awake, a bottle in his hand. Then to stop abruptly after so long a time. Only in the last few months had he allowed himself the pleasure again.

Finally reaching the man (@[member="Darren Shaw"]) he stood nearby, "Howdy. Names Zaiden."