Faction A Lighter Air (CIS)

[Svana Neoma]

Queen Liviana

TAG: Aeson Rora | Open
WEARING: [xXx]

Theed, Naboo

The days had been particularly quiet when it came to news of Naboo's Queen. It was by no means because she was not present, nor because she was not invested in all things going on with and for her planet. Quite the opposite in fact. She had been so busy, so lost in the thick of trying to maintain some sort of balance for her people as well as extend a hand to the refugees who needed assistance, that there had just been no time for her to be out and about as she desired to do. Add that to the lingering threat in the air, the ever present danger that lurked beneath the surface of Naboo, and it just hadn't been the time for appearances.

However, the young Queen had, had enough of being locked in. Enough so that she had even made an announcement to those of her inner circle; to spread word for her. She wanted something light, something uplifting, something that would allow the people to express themselves, enjoy themselves, and just put everything that was weighing down on everyone aside for just a couple of days. And so, word of an Arts and Crafts Festival spread through the streets like wildfire, and did not stop there. Naturally there was time for people to prepare for such an event. An entire week to do artistic things, or crafty things, and have a chance to display them for all to see upon the streets of Theed.

It was not just for visual displays either. Singers, poets, dancers, all were welcome to this event, to showcase their talents - so long as it was a talent that catered to clean, family fun of course. As this news spread, food and drink vendors became involved, booths for souvenirs (all of which were priced fairly as a rule set by the Queen herself), and soon enough the streets were full of light, bright things to see, experience, and enjoy.

Svana had all too eagerly dressed for the day, spoken of course to those who were always within close range of her, gone over a plan of action in case something should go awry - though she would come unglued if such disaster struck her little festival. And after Aeson had done his checks, the young Queen all too eagerly led the way out onto the streets. Music flitted to the ears, followed closely by the scent of freshly baked breads and other cooked things. There was laughter ringing in the air, bodies filtering about taking in the sights and sounds.

And it all made Svana stop, close her eyes, and sigh as she soaked it all in. This is what she wanted for her people; light, enjoyable days. And while she knew that it was impossible to think that every day could be like this one, the Queen of Naboo was now going to make it a point to have at least one day in each cycle dedicated to simple, joyous things. Everyone seemed to need it, including herself.

 

[Kyyrk]

F E S T I V A L
Wearing This​

Vylmira had given Voph much to think about. The crystal he recovered there had shown him something. Something wholly unexpected. In fact, it had sent him into a meditative state the likes of which had not yet been seen from this reincarnation of the once Lord Commander. It was at Srina Talon 's insistence, of course, that he find something else to consume his thoughts. So, dressed in a simple tunic, Voph stepped into one of the many courtyards that the festival spanned. About his neck hung the small violet crystal that he'd recovered from his home planet. He couldn't explain why, but its presence comforted him. The next he had time for research, he fully intended to see what he could discover about this..."Acolyte Verros" that had once owned it.

But for now, he immersed himself in the sights, sounds, and smells of the festival. Songs filled the air while artists and dancers alike put wonderous skill upon display. Voph walked with hands clasped at the small of his back, looking from display to display. His hair was tied back in the near-iconic ponytail, but unlike in years prior the sides of his head had been shaved down to a fine grain of black hair. An invocation of warrior tribes from across the eons. Though Voph could not help smile at the irony of appearing as a warrior, yet refusing to wear a blade.

A small gaggle of children shrieked in delight as Voph's companion landed upon his shoulder, and ruffled his feathers. <<So many noises. And smells.>> Voph chuckled quietly, the grin on his face quite wide. His left hand came up to his shoulder to stroke the bird's breast. "Indeed. We're not getting anything to eat here. Too expensive." Horace hooted in objection, but Voph held up the finger he'd been using to scratch the bird. "I'm not spending Talon's credits on such frivolous items. And that is that. If you wish her to buy you a sweet, you speak with her about it."

The small owl ruffled his feathers again, this time in indignation. Voph paused at the edge of the alley he'd been traveling down, turning to look first one direction, then the other. This was the largest gathering. If anyone would recognize him, it would likely be here. Word of his return had not been widely spread. But one would imagine that the existence of the jaw ridges, as well as his eyes (Glowing or not), would deter those who knew him before. His smile faded ever so slightly as his gaze fell upon the Queen herself at the edge of the crowd. His instincts caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end for just a moment. Where there were important people, there was a security risk. But the instinct was there for only a moment. This was to be a happy day. Voph was not on duty. No longer was he Darth Voph, Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian and stalwart defender of the Confederacy. Today, he was just Iskellion. Apprentice of Srina Talon, and fledgling member of the noble Acanthus chapter.

Svana Neoma || Open

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[Phalsi Drynchen]

CELEBRATION
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Three ornate Zenji Needles being used as a hairpins.
Tags: Svana Neoma Kyyrk + Open​

Having navigated the back and forth of her scheduling issues between Emberlene, the Silvers, and now her continued envoy status in regard to Naboo, she found herself in the midst of a celebration. Not unexpectedly of course. Having planned accordingly, she was keeping to the back alleys in a favored garb that held a number of pockets and kept her cool against the colors it held. The hood was not about her head, the green and black of her hair still present, an afterthought yet still.

Her form had been seen dancing through a few tunes as she passed by, indulging in the sights and sounds around the festival. Crafts and performances abound as she paused to watch this and that before ultimately deciding to find a quiet spot to collect herself. Stopping by a food stand, dropping a few credits and getting a tasty snack had been the prelude to her withdrawing from the lively streets to more secluded alleys.

She was munching on a few choice snacks on her walk when she felt a somewhat familiar presence nearby.

Her eyes squinted, attention focusing sharply to the tingle of something just at the edge of her perception. Picking through the lanes, she spied an outfit that didn't fit the bright colors and whole scene that had been arranged around them. A feathery companion sat upon their shoulder, and she removed the rather shaky control she held over her force presence in a curious look at the one in question.

She knew that presence from somewhere. Her head tilted this way and that, disposing of the now empty stick in a receptacle before slowly closing the distance to Kyyrk for a closer look.

"Isk...allion?" She finally mustered what she recalled from a meeting on the beach. There was something off about the name she called out. The order of it maybe? No, that felt right. Number of vowels maybe? Iskallullion? Uskillion? No. She waited, observing their reaction rather than press into their personal space.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

N/A

 

[Ket Cros]

Ket strolled through the aisles of the Arts and Crafts Festival, looking at the wares available. There were some really good pieces of art here, with everything from handmade hand-woven rugs to tapestries, paintings, and sculptures. The Mando though liked simple things after looking at the lavishly decorated halls of his family's previous residence. He didn't need to stand out and besides, who was he going to show them to? He had no friends in this new world of the CIS, no one to turn to and say that painting came out from the styles of the famous Gayla Riemann or that pike belonged to the great monster assassin Savage Opress who used. He chuckled about how his father used to fawn over that thing, the pinnacle of his collection as his father had ever pointed out whenever Ket had mentioned why they had a spear that can shoot a deadly dart in their living room as a child.

Probably still does fawn over that old piece of cumbersome weaponry... Wait, let us look at these...

He stopped in front of a stall full of bracelets, necklaces, and even a crown made from Rainbow Gems that once belonged to the Queen of Hapes in its own case, with a bracelet made out of simple balls of stone catching his eye. It contained six stones of different colors in a rainbow pattern on the top of the bracelet with black stones connecting it underneath. It didn't have any great meaning to it but it didn't have to. He was allowed to like things just on his own accord of course. If only his family had thought...

"Hey, are you going to keep thinking or are you going to buy something. I trying to..."

The Mando simply held up his hand to the stubby male Ryn who must have been the stall's owner.

"How much for the bracelet"

"Why this? This will cost you a mere 10 credits."

That probably was too much even if they were real stones but the Mando didn't seem like bargaining today. "Fine, here" He tossed a ten credit to the man before taking the bracelet and attaching it to his belt. Hopefully, it would give him a little more color to offset his armors' dark blues and purples.

The Ryn snatched up the credit coin with a greedy smile before stuffing it in a credit pouch. "Pleasure doing business with you."

With a nod, Ket walked off looking at the other stalls but it wasn't long he heard shouting and something zooming past his shoulder, chuckling like mad. As he focused on the flying subject, making out a Toydarian flying off with the Rainbow Gem Crown.

One... day... I want one day without work... Can't the galaxy just give me one day of peace...

But the perp was getting away and who knows, there may be a bounty on him. The Mandalorian lit up his jump pack, flying into the air as the Toydarian, to busily kissing his prize screamed "ZEBB HAS WON, ZEBB HAS WON, ZEBB HAS THE PRECIOUS GEMS NOW!". The only reason he stopped was a gloved hand wrapping around his neck, choking the air out the Aliens lungs as he brought the alien into the waiting custody of the waiting place guards. One of them tossed a hundred credit chip to him. "Thanks, this guy has been wearing us out for the past week. Here is his bounty." The helmeted figure only nodded, tucking the credit away in one of his pouches. He was hoping for more but he knew better than to complain at getting money almost for free. As he handed the crown back to the Ryn, he commented in a low tone. "Don't leave your garbage gems unattended again... I won't be here to get them back a second time...". The Ryn only sheepishly nodding, not commenting on the garbage quality of his fake gems before running back to attend his booth. At least Ket could get on with his day now or what there was left of it anyway...​

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[Kyyrk]

F E S T I V A L
Wearing This​

Voph turned to look behind him, and smiled when his eyes landed upon the form of Phalsi Drynchen . One of the precious few people he could say that he knew since his return from the void. "Phalsi! Another day off, I see." Voph's smile seemed genuine, yet at the same time, there was something...off about it. Almost as if the man's face wasn't meant to smile. But smiling he was, as unfamiliar a gesture as it may seem.

"Glad to see you could join the festivities. How have you been?" Horace continued to scan their surroundings, his wide eyes and small head swiveling about to take in all the sights. Voph's hand still remained clasped at his back, though the fingerless nature of his gloves did reveal the presence of his cybernetic left hand. Voph seemed much happier than he had that day on the beach. Time to heal, and time to become acquainted with his surroundings. Not that Phalsi would know anything about that...

Svana Neoma || Phalsi Drynchen || Open

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[Dreidi Xeraic]

Interaction: Open

Dreidi was wearing her oversized plaid shirt, her band t-shirt underneath, jeans and her favourite sneakers. It was her usual attire with her hair in an unkempt style with some braids, she stretches her limbs and looks around. Outside was bright and warm, it was looking to be a nice day but she wasn't sure that there were bad weather days on Naboo. Every day just seemed to be perfect on the capital, it was super odd and Dreidi had made note to investigate if Naboo had rainy or stormy weather. For today though, the pleasant weather had drawn the normally reclusive teenager outside and enjoy the activities that were happening outside.

Stepping into the group and seeing the stalls and arts being on display, it seemed to be a celebration of the creative arts today which was cool. Dreidi was desperate to see if she could find things to improve her musical equipment or add some flair to her already decorated instrument. Talking to a stall owner, she asked what the festival was about, she was so out of the loop on these events and whether or not it was something new or a tradition that she must have missed being new to CIS compared to others.

 

[Edaline Black]

Interaction: Open

Noise. Damn noise, not to mention the light flowing through the shutters of their apartment. Turquoise eyelids open to to reveal blue irises. Under the overbearing sunlight coming through the shutters of their hotel room, Edaline can't help but squint. Their head was aching beyond belief. Hell, they barely remembered what was going on last night, a head full of fog and booze. With a deep sigh, they throw the covers off and ever so slowly roll over to sit at the edge of the bed, groaning with complaint along the way. Against what would be typical better judgement, Eda stares at the bottle of whiskey on the counter, debating for a few moments before they grab the bottle, taking a large swig and finishing what little was left on the container. Then they throw the bottle across the room, the trashcan nearly falling over as the glass lands within. "Blegh." They grunt, zoning out for a few moments before shaking their head. "Come on you old sack of fodder.....standing isn't that hard." They push on their knees, forcing themselves to stand. Sadly the remaining alcohol kicks in, their legs give out, and there's a thud as they hit the floor with an irritated screech. Face down, nose pressed to the floor, they seethe. "Dammit."

Eda pulls themselves up after some irritated mumbling. After slowly staggering over to the windows, they peer through the shutters, eyes narrowing. The street below the hotel room was full of market stalls and crowds of people browsing them. "A festival. That's.....that's great." They state, voice oozing sarcasm. The tentacles atop their head wiggle in an agitated motion. "I suppose there's work that needs to be done." Eda reaches into their bag that's beside the bed, pulling on their change of clothes for the day. A simple grey shirt with black trousers and black leather boots, and a dark grey cloak about their shoulders. The cloak is held in place by a golden band, and they place an assortment of golden rings on both their hands. Edaline enjoys showing off a little wealth. One of those rings being inlaid with a smoothed out blue kyber crystal from the lightsaber of a long dead jedi. Taking their own handguarded lightsaber off of the bedside table along with an LL-30, they put the blade in their coat and the blaster in a holster on their thigh. Ready for the day, Eda rubs their eyes, making their way over to the crate in the middle of the room. They tap a button, activating the repulsolift and setting it to follow. Just as they're exiting the door, they hear a metal ding, and turn about to their crate trapped in the doorway. Eda's left eye twitches ever so slightly.

Not long after, Eda was weaving through the crowds in the street, looking for a place to set up shop. The hotel was long left behind, multiple staff panicking since they've discovered the door to one of their rooms has been mysteriously cut into a giant circle, the door that used to be there chopped into ribbons, all done by a burning hot blade. Eventually, they spotted an empty spot on the left side of the street, and hurry their way over to the spot. Once their, they turn off the repulsolift and open the box to begin setting up shop.

It took about an hour, but a small stall was soon set up, full of various assorted wares. This was a craft fair, so they were all modified in some way to technically be allowed. A DC-15 LE spraypainted the colors of a rainbow, some golden rings and a carving knife with a small note above them that states 'will carve names' on it, various gems now put on chain necklaces, a damascus steel patterned vibroknife they got off of a trandoshan slaver, a few cases of homemade rum and whiskey, Edaline has no focus. It's an organized yet eye catching mess, specifically due to the rainbow gun that's displayed up front. They lean on the counter, blue eyes drifting about as they await their first customer.

 

[Aeson Rora]

TAG: Svana Neoma

She just never stayed still!

He had had quite the scare with the assassination attempt on his Queen's life as well as the constant lurking danger of the Eternal Flame. Now she had to get some jackrabbit up her butt again and hop all over the place, making his job that much harder to execute without some kind of incident.

On the other side, he could understand her frustration. But dangit, she can't be running around until they have apprehended the cultists. But of course, he wholly lost that argument with the headstrong Queen.

What a headache.

With a sigh he had run his checks with his personnel placed all over the city. It took a good 20 minutes for everyone to call in an all clear in their area. Svana was bouncing on her toes next to him as they stood waiting for the all clear.
"You chose to go out. Deal with it." he told her curtly as the entire Guard blared their checks in his ear. He served his Queen diligently and loyally, but he was probably the one person that did not kiss her feet and hang on her every word.

Finally, they were clear to head outside to join the festivities of the art festival that was in full swing. Aeson could instantly see the change in the Svana as the sun and sights and sounds hit them. She soaked it all in and he realised how caged she must have felt being kept out of the public eye so long.
"I'm sorry we had to cage you up as we did." he told her quietly as he stood next to her. "But please just stay close as we go through the day." he added.

 

[Ket Cros]

Tag: Edaline Black

As Ket walked down the streets, nothing really caught his eye. Everything was just too... normal for him. Growing up in a rich family, he had seen all the art that his parents had collected adorned on the walls of his family estate. After seeing the living art gallery that he had grown up in, everything had just come together in his mind into one big ball of paint, plaster, and stone. It also made him see that the simple things in life were sometimes the things you hold onto the most.

The Mando was nearing the end of the row of vendors when he spied something out of the ordinary, a spray-painted DC-15 LE in the colors of the rainbow. Not many of those were around anymore so it was quite the find. The vendor behind the booth was even more bizarre, a Mikkian whose scarred-up face made them look like they had just come to live from the ancient tombs of Korriban itself. Well, it was time to ask his price. He walked up to the booth, ready to bargain. "That gun still functional or just a display piece?"

 

[Svana Neoma]

Queen Liviana

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TAG: Aeson Rora | Open

There was always so many things that had to be done first before any moments could be enjoyed. Understandably of course, considering everything that had gone on up to this point - both before Svana's reign and during, but that didn't make her any less impatient to be able to go and enjoy the little things. Though when her Captain of the Guard had spoken up to her, she had shot him a sideways look before scoffing gently. "I'm not entirely sure you're supposed to talk to me that way..." she had pointed out, and managed to keep an almost stern tone despite the teasing nature of her words. If any one person could get away with speaking to her in such a manner, it was Aeson.

But all of that had gone right out the window the moment she was free and clear to be out and about. Svana had taken her moment to soak in the immediate sensations that the festival threw out into the air, and then her focus shifted as she was spoken to again. "Its not as if I blame you, you know." she point out to him at his apology. "And I promise, I will not intentionally get out of your sight." She couldn't say that she would remain within eyesight at every given second because of the people crowded about, but she would not purposefully stray out of arm's reach.

There was a moment where she did pause, and set the lightness of the festivities aside. There were faces among the crowd that she recognized, even if she was not personally familiar with them, and she knew that there were other guards and knights stationed about to keep their eyes open for any disturbances. It was a sad thing really when she thought about it; the need to guard such a simple festival so very thoroughly. What had their world come to?

Svana's expression then lightened again, and once more her gaze turned upwards towards Aeson. "Alright then, come on. There is plenty to see, and I'm sure we don't have all day to see them, hm?" She took a step away from his side while playfully watching him, then another but did not get out of arm's reach just as she said she wouldn't. Was she being ornery about it? Perhaps, but what fun would it be if she didn't take every opportunity to tease the Captain of her guard throughout the day?

 

[Edaline Black]

Interaction: Open

The Mikkian was selling to a customer here and there, but business was overall slow. There were many stalls around that did what Eda had better. They were far from being a craftsman. They sold stuff, but couldn't make anything. Perhaps a lightsaber, or a slightly pretty art piece. Even when selling stuff, that was mostly a cover for them while they searched for sith relics and the like, anything to help track down the threat that took their powers away from them, or even better, find something that gives those powers back. Being force dead had it's advantages, but those advantages were nothing in comparison to the feeling of lightning leaving their fingertips.

After closing yet another sale, Eda pulls a whiskey flask from their coat, taking a long gulp from it before hiding it away once again. "This planet.... The sun is so fuckin bright." They mutter. Their voice is an interesting tone, almost feminine, but equally as masculine. That mixed with their androgynous form practically made guessing their gender out of the question. They had turned about to get some more merchandise out of their crate when Ket arrived at the stall. All the tentacles on top of the Mikkian's head suddenly point in the mandalorian's direction as he arrives, before he can even say anything. Those sensory organs in the tendrils were picking up every minor detail in the environment like a highly sensitive radar. "I'll be with you in a moment." Their back obscuring what they just picked up, they seem to sit there for a moment, observing the item before they chuckle a little. "Oh yea, this'll piss someone off. I like it."

Eda turns about to face Ket. Before they speak to him, they hang the shirt they had picked up onto a display hook that was in the upper right hand corner of the merchandise stand. The shirt has a really bad drawing of the legendary General Grievous with fifty arms holding lightsabers that span all over the entire shirt, instead of just four. Eda leans on the counter, raising a brow. "Where were we? Oh, right. the DC." They state, eyes resting upon the weapon. "I spray painted it this morning cause it's big and big colorful things catch people's eyes, therefore luring them to my store. Considering I shot someone fifteen times with it, it should still work. Unlike their clones, the republic made these blasters to last, I gotta say." They knock on the weapon, causing a metallic ding. "If you aren't into being flashy, the paint should come right off. Though, personally, I find that kinda boring." They cackle. For someone looking as if they were straight out of the korriban crypts....they seemed oddly...not like that at all in terms of personality.

Ket Cros

 

[Ket Cros]

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Tag: Edaline Black​

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The Mando pulled off his helmet and flashed the strange person presented him in front of him with a small smile. The seller was very out of the ordinary and he liked that. It was better than staring at a bunch of fake people at one of his parent's balls, milling around, doing nothing but talking about the latest fashions and galactic news. Their voice... how would he put it was very... offsetting to which kept him on guard. Not a lot of people could do that and it was something he respected. "Sounds like a very good marketing technique. You're a whole billboard all by yourself, not many people with that voice and attitude in this part of the galaxy. And I'll keep the paint if I buy it, nothing wrong with being flashy, just makes your enemy look at you more to give you the best shot between the eyes possible. As well as being boring which is a no-no in my book.​

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Of course, he had heard the fifteen people dead by this rifle but that didn't faze him. Plenty of people died, whether they deserved it or they didn't and the person in front of him was interesting to talk to. He pulled out two flasks of ne'tra gal (Mando Black Ale for non-Mandos) from one of his belt pouches that he had planned to have with some of the food at this craft fair and placed them on the table. "I would offer you straight credits but that seems a little boring which of course, is a no-no. So I'll give you the two flasks of ale for the DC and the T-shirt you just put up." He then gestures to a booth selling handwoven hats down the aisle. "I'll even throw in a sun hat of your choice. So, what do you say? Deal?" Ket hoped this deal would go through, and that maybe, just maybe he would earn a weird friend in this place he now called home.​

 

[Edaline Black]

Interaction: open

"I've found the more troubled the life, the more flashy the person living said life is. Which is why people get more and more ridiculous the further you go into sith space." They state, grinning to the mandalorian in return. Of course, this shows off those sharp teeth, which fit perfectly together in an intimidating smile, like a puzzle. Sharp teeth wasn't a normal thing for mikkians though, and it seemed these were completely natural, no signs of being filed down or tampered with. It certainly added to the mystery that was this alien. "Personally, even I wouldn't keep that paint job. But..." They shrug. "To each their own." It wasn't fifteen people dead by the rifle, it was one, Shot fifteen times. Poor bastard must have looked like swiss cheese. Their eyes follow his hands as he gets out the mandalorian Ale and places it on the counter. "Hm." They state, taking up the flask. They pop the cap with their thumb and take a good long sniff, a brow raising. "Scary stuff in that bottle. You've got my interest. At least for the shirt. I hate to say it, but a clone war era blaster is worth more than a few ales."

The Mikkian then chuckles slightly at the other offer. "Ahhh, you're gonna have to choose something else." They reach up to stroke one of the tendrils atop their head. "I can't wear hats, none of my kind can. U suppose I could cut holes for the tendrils to poke through...but there's making a fashion statement, then there's looking like a dumbass." They pause momentarily, pulling some sort of device out of their cloak to check the time before stowing it away once more. "Where was I? Right." Their gaze focus on Kes. "This is likely your first time meeting a Mikkian. These?" They gesture to the tendrils. "They're our ears. Highly sensitive. I can also use them to sense humidity, temperature, magnetic directly, and even radiation. The radiation sensitivity is so potent. I could shut my eyes and see just fine. My kind can literally 'see' light and dark, since light in of itself has a source, therefore giving off a form of radiation. Though in your sense....it's not so much of seeing as it is hearing light really well.." They gesture to his armor, elbows leaning on the counter. "I can even hear the way your beskar reflects light, allowing it to deflect lightsabers. It seems you're wearing....pure beskar. Most use an alloy...resulting in weak points in the metal which, unlike most, I am able to hear." They cackle, grinning widely. "Anyways, I'm ranting, Point is, though I hate to sound disrespectful, you're gonna have to find something other than the hat."

Ket Cros

 

[Ket Cros]

The Mando nodded at the truth of the galaxy. "Sith have their egos to protect, it's why they sport capes that they can wrap around themselves like a blanket when they feel threatened by each other. With a raised eyebrow and a smirk, he passively scanned for anything he might know about the shop owner in front of him but then again, not all Sith tried to get on the galaxies stage. As long as the Mikkian didn't try to stab him through with a lightsaber, he wouldn't judge them as the big bads of the galaxy. Besides, not all Sith were alike and this being seemed to be the exception. "Seems like you know a lot about the Sith for a mercant but then again, that's not my business is it. I guess the only way I can combat that truth is that if Tattonine slaves are troubled, how come they only wear tans and browns. Shouldn't they be trying to be more colorful with handmade designs trying to mimic what fashion week says?" Not like the slaves could afford fashion week's subscription fee but that was beyond the point. He probably was sounding more like a professor than a harden mercenary right now. Time to get back on topic but not before the Mikkian questioned his offer. Looks like painting the blaster the same color as his armor would have to wait.

Ket shrugged as put his hands up in mock surrender as the merchant called him out on his offer. "You're right, I will admit it is the first time I've met a Mikkian so I'm a bit caught out, especially with one who is as eccentric as you. Never was around many non-humans growing up." His family had never been big alien fans and all the parties they hosted were filled with most humans. They collected their works of art but that was all. Even then it wasn't displayed in the home, just kept in a warehouse to look at occasionally. I wonder what Buir would think of me now? Probably nothing good.

"I was thinking you could get one of those sun visors with the band that holds it in place around your head, something not in the way of your tendrils and to keep the light off your face. Either that or sunglasses since you have to deal with this bright sun all festival long. Unfourtantly crafts don't mean umbrella carrying probe droids are here or I would try to trade that that for the rifle. I'm lucky that my helmet has shaders so I don't have to deal with that so much." The Mando thought a moment before coming what he thought would be a fair offer.

"What was the market price of a DC-15 when it first came out... 2,200 credits? So the LE version was probably between 2,500 and 3,000... I can give you 5,500 for it right now to get it off your hands. That should account for the collectability and the added attachments and give you 5,500 for a gun that you probably got for free off of a dead man's body and I just have your word on if it actually works." The Mando just gave a grin when the weird being in front of him said he was sorry for ranting as he waved his new acquaintance's fears away. "Better to rant than have nothing to rant about and be overlooked. And besides, it's fun talking some with another point of view. I've probably wasted enough of your time however with you checking your Chrono. So deal or do you have a counteroffer?"

 

[Talak Jenste]

TAG: Svana Neoma | Open

Talak moved within the crowd few knew his face and fewer still knew of him still being on Naboo. Even if security did find him, they would be woefully inadequate to handle a battle-tested Sith, though his presence here was not to start trouble but in fact prevent it. Naboo had seen such strife since the woman he called Queen fled, clearly she could not handle the course she had set everyone upon. It was understandable, she was young so as she fled he remained to root out the conspirators of the false Queen the one he had sworn to protect at one point. Some had come to suspect him as the mastermind behind everything that had befallen Naboo, that suited him fine it meant those responsible would be complacent.

Sadly Naboo's young Queen Svana Neoma was just as naive as those who proceeded her, even with security all around you there is no such thing as 'safe' especially when you or your security detail gets separated by a crowd. He tailed her for a time watching to see if her security team re-engaged their charge, yet more time passed and she was isolated even more so by the second he doubted seriously that she even noticed but she was headed right for trouble. Of course, the Eternal Flame would be watching for opportunities

He moved past Svana and spoke quietly as he did "Stop" it was short but neither hostile nor uncaring and was quickly followed by the sound of a snap followed by a hissing sound from the superheated plasma of his lightsaber as he surged forward through the crowd into the gathering of Eternal Flame who were waiting to ambush her. What followed was a ballet of death bathed in the light of crimson plasma as Talak one by one butchered the members of the Eternal Flame. They never even saw him coming and it was over in seconds, the display brought more attention than he liked so he would need to move quickly. Placing his saber back at his hip as walked briskly back toward Svana before grabbing her arm and leading her back to her security detail. "Do be more careful highness. I am sure they don't tell you all the dark details but a monarch on her own is very valuable in many circles, none of them particularly endearing."

 

[Svana Neoma]

Queen Liviana​

TAG: Talak Jenste

It had been surprisingly easy for the Queen of Naboo to break her word and end up separated from her Captain of the Guard. She hadn't even noticed the separation had happened. Something had caught her attention off to the side, and while the Captain had been looking at something else, Svana had slipped right away from him without so much as a backwards glance. And looking at one thing led to looking at another, and with the air full of life and so many attracting sounds? She didn't even pause to consider the fact that Aeson's looming presence was missing.

And she continued to be oblivious to this fact until there had been a body that passed too close and dished out an order to her. Automatically the young Queen's feet stilled and she gave a glance around.

Great...she was in trouble.

But the realization had been nothing in comparison to what transpired not moments after she discovered the lack of her escort. The hiss of a lightsaber sent chills up one side of her body and down the other, and she took an involuntary step backwards. There wasn't even a confrontation; one moment there was movement and people being cut down, the next this man had hold of her arm and was leading her briskly away from the scene. What in Shiraya's name was going on?

"I hadn't even realized I was alone..." she uttered out, clearly baffled by not only what had just happened, but the fact that she had clearly managed to wander off so far without any of her security detail taking notice. She wasn't even sure if she was in better hands or not yet, though at least this particular set of hands had kept her alive when she had been clearly oblivious to danger lurking around her.