Faction A New Dawn l Alliance Inauguration

[Adhira Chandra]

A New Dawn

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Coruscant, the Senate Plaza... Following the shocking resignation of Chancellor Emmen Tagge, a ferocious electoral battle broke out on the floor of the Galactic Alliance Senate. Senate Gat Tambor was nominated quickly by the Capitalist Bloc of Senators and found support among the waning power of the Populists and insurgent Imperialists. Though reluctant, Senator Adhira Chandra agreed to stand for election, eventually carrying her voting bloc's majority vote and securing victory. Her election to the Chancellery marked a shift in the balance of power as the Core Worlds moved one step closer to reunification. The election of Chancellor Adhira Chandra signaled to the galaxy that the Alliance, once hesitant to consolidate power and exert influence, would soon be taking a more active role in maintaining peace across the stars.​

The Senate Plaza, a grand, sprawling avenue that dominated the horizon sprawling out from the Senate Rotunda would be the venue for Adhira's ascension. Hundreds of thousands of citizens from Coruscant and across the Alliance lined streets leading up to the place where their new Chancellor would be sworn in. It was a grand event complete with fanfare, a military parade, a flyover of fighters, and of course, the ceremonial presence of the Jedi. The ceremony came to a head, however, when Adhira finally took center stage to address the people. "My fellow citizens," she could hear her voice echoing for miles as her image was broadcast on screens that lined the plaza, "today, a new dawn rises over the Galactic Alliance." A thunderous cheer rippled through the crowd. The sound nearly took Adhira's breath away and filled her with pride as she continued.​

The speech continued for only a few moments before the ceremony concluded with a display of fireworks that dotted the entire planet.​

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As everyday citizens continued to celebrate in the streets, a more formal affair had been reserved for those guests of great import. High above the artificial surface of Coruscant, a number of politicians and foreign dignitaries had been invited to join the Chancellor and her husband for a party that would last deep into the small hours of the morning. Heads of state of every major faction, save the Sith, had been invited to attend, as had several of their planetary leaders. They would be joined by some of the most important celebrities, business tycoons, and guildsmen. It would be the perfect opportunity for everyone with an agenda to rub elbows.​

Adhira, meanwhile, was hoping to steal a few words with some of the foreign leaders in attendance in the hopes of getting an early start on diplomacy.​

Spoiler: Invitation List

The Silver Jedi Concord
The Confederacy of Independent Systems
The Corporate Authority of Denon
The New Imperial Order
The Eternal Empire
The Zweihander Union
Business Leaders
Political Leaders
Military Leaders
DISCLAIMER - Contact GA Staff to join. Assassins, sith, etc need not apply

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: The Senate Plaza, Coruscant
Equipment: Gildenweave Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink
Escort: 4/4 Wolfguards as Honour Gard (they are watching her from a distance)
Tag(s): Open

Well, it was an invitation she didn’t expect at all. In the last few weeks since she took over the leadership of the Eternal Empire, Ingrid has found no evidence that they have had any dealings with the Galactic Alliance. In addition to indirectly "waging" TSE against them. But nothing more. There was nothing in her Emperor's records about this either. They were the same mystery as the NIO. However, such an invitation could not be refused, so she was forced to travel to Coruscant.

She was here for the last time long ago, when she was still a CIS agent and having fun with a man. She played the silly girl quite precisely to get information from him. A lot has happened since then. And she came here alone with four Wolfsguards who were functioning as bodyguards at the moment. Since it was an official event, she could come in military uniform, thankfully. Although it could have been quite an interesting sight in this. As usual, when she wore a uniform, that dress was unmarked.

The red-haired woman had countless honours, but never wore them. She did not do what she did to receive an award, she only served the Empire she now led. Ingrid could be egoistic, but kept it more for privacy. True, she didn’t really need rankings to attract the attention of others. Her standing and radiance were enough to attract the attention of others. And of course her appearance because she was a beautiful woman. But it wasn’t her celebration, she hoped it wouldn’t even happen, not even if her fiancé, AMCO , was the first to bring up that Kainan Wolfe should be arranged to remain in the lost status forever.

Going back to the events, she thought the whole thing was too ostentatious, and this takeover was completely different from what she was part of. For them, the rebel soldiers wanted to execute the entire STRATCOM and every loyalist officers, during the coup, and her as well. Everything was fine here, as it was at home. But returning to the ceremony, she held a glass of champagne in her hand and watched the events from the edge of the crowd, watching who was here, trying to survey the personal networks. She has not visited such a central event many times before.

This event can give her a chance to do a lot of things now, to get to know leaders she hasn’t known before. And the benefits could have been listed for hours. The four bodyguards who accompanied her were still nearby, but did not deal with them. She was much more tied up by the crowd at the moment, but her attention did not wane, who knows what will happen here.

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[Caldon Tenneth]

Outlander Club...

They said it was the dawning of a new era, the ushering in of a new age of peace and prosperity.

They always said that.

Caldon had no mind for politics, it always went over his head, in one ear and out the other. Besides, the day to day wheeling and dealing of government was not his concern. That was more Master Gedari’s or Wyndi’s scene anyway. The two of them had always paid close attention to politics. He was merely a Jedi Knight, not a Master or a senator who dealt with these things on a daily basis. This was why Caldon preferred the company of droids and starship engines. They tended to be straight with you and not dither around an issue. Plus they tended to not make you wear your formal robes when dealing with them.

But customs dictated that one who not only served the Force, but also the people of the Galactic Alliance as a member of Saber Squadron ought to pay their respects to the duly elected representatives of the people. Or at least, that was what Master Iroh Gedari had told him earlier, and somehow gotten R7-C4 to back him up. Damn traitors...

For now though, he was forced to stand here in the middle of all these people he did not know, nodding his head and smiling at them, while wearing these ridiculously ornate robes that must have been a pain to fight in back during the Old Republic. But unlike most of them, he did have a skill that he was pretty sure most of the assembled guests did not have. He opened himself to the Force, letting it flow through him, calming him and increasing his senses, allowing him to focus. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then summoning up his limited social courage he turned back towards the crowds.

 

[Taji Nelson]

Equipment:

Smoke Bombs
Archer Uniform
Hard Light Weaponry
Storage Unit
Upgraded Gloves
Darlene
Smart Ammunition Rifles
Smart Ammunition Hand Guns
Bo Staff
Gunblade
Shock Arrow
Archer Equipment

Clad in a black and green business suit he had commissioned that had no special properties, Taji was prepared should he need to do anything about the place's actions. Should the new Chancellor prove to be one that should not lead the Galactic Alliance, Taji had come more than ready. After all he wasn't one who could trust people in the slightest. Politics were not something he wanted to put up with in the slightest because of the chaos the place could cause if the people were abusive to the ones under their care. The way he had been treated on Denon was something that had ruined his tolerance for people to be honest. He really was hoping he wouldn't have any trouble here. The place had a lot of great smelling food that looked as well. He was going to raid the place for food. Perhaps he could also relieve some of the people of their possessions. It was why he was here after all.

"Hmm," He said, as he looked at the place for a moment. Officially he was here to represent Nelson Prototyping and work to expand the resources of the company so he could use the connections. He then made his way towards the Chancellor. He wanted to see if the Chancellor was a nice person or a person that he should pay a visit to as Archer. Really he hated donning that suit, but id the person was someone he needed to deal with as Archer he was more than prepared in order to do so. "Hello, Chancellor. I have some questions for you if you would be willing to answer them." He stated, as he looked at Chancellor Chandra for a moment. He was hoping he was right and she was a nice individual.

Her speech certainly showed she was highly charismatic.

 

[Alex Locke]

//: The Party //:
//: Hide //:
//: Qell Auraeli //: Openish //:

Parties. ​

Parties meant people. Parties meant people that Alex didn’t know. Parties meant people and alcohol, along with extremely awkward social moments. Alex wasn’t excited about the party, but being part of the GADF meant she needed to go. She had to make a presence, especially after graduating on the upper end of her class from the flight academy. Everything about the experiences up to now had been something. ​

Staring into the club’s bathroom mirror offered the youngest Locke a moment of contemplation. She fixed the lining of her eyeliner as she wondered if she should have bothered with any makeup at all, despite it not being anything complex. Her preferred look was grease-covered cheeks and baggy overalls as she worked on her X-Wing. Today though, she was commanded to dress in her dress blues. Stepping back, the Corellian looked down and noticed how the skirt liked to ride up slightly, showing off her slender legs and knees. Groaning, she did quick work to pull the fabric down, without falling out of uniform order. ​

Looking at the comm device on her wrist, she realized she had been hiding out in the bathroom for some time now. At least in the bathroom, some speakers played the Chancellor’s speech. Alex washed her hands and then gave herself a small pep talk. “You can do this.” Her hands curled into little fists as she held them in front of her, giving herself a small fist pump to hype her anxieties down. ​

Pushing the large door to the women’s bathroom open, she glanced around. There was someone in particular that she was looking for. Qell was supposed to be waiting for her by the door, where the Corellian remembered leaving her friend. ​

Anxiety started to pull at her chest as she poked her head around the corner of the hallway, trying to lock her eyes on her fellow pilot and reason for being in the situation she was in. If Alex had a stronger backbone, she would have found herself a mechanic, safe and far away from any of the fighting. Though thinking a moment without the K’paur made the anxiety in her chest tighten. “Q-Qell where are you?” She spoke quietly to herself as she began to wander out into the crowd, trying to find the familiar face. ​

Alex Locke forced a smile on her face as she nodded at the people passing in the group. Some thanked her for her service, which she didn’t know how to explain to them all she had done was go to school. It felt rude to correct them, so she continued through the crowd with a hand fiddling with the beret she wore over her dark blonde hair. ​

Chit. Chit. Chit. Where the kark are you, Qell?!​

 

[Ben Craig]

Ben Craig
Chairman of the Union ; Director of The Military Department of Advanced Weapons Research; CEO of N&Z Umbrella Corporation​

Location: Coruscant , Upper Level
Dress: Link
Tags: Open

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It was a welcome surprise that officials of the Zweihander Union were invited to the Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance's inauguration, and to the super private party. Ben found it rather amusing when three major nations suddenly elected new leaders, more or less around the same time. The Eternal Empire, Zweihander Union and Galactic Alliance. Three different nations spread across the galaxy. Ben chuckled as he took the turbolift up. In the turbolift were holo tv screens projecting the Chancellor's speech that was occuring. "Charming." Was all he said.

The turbolift stopped as it arrived at it's designation. It's occupants dispersing the ride and checking through a second layer of security. Passing through, he glanced at more screens adorning a side of the wall, before snatching a glass of wine. He took a sip cherishing the fine, sweet golden liquid. The main room was full of cheerful politicians, delegates from nations, and corporate officials. He smiled and walked around looking for any familiar faces.

 

[Tristan Evore]

G R A N D _ A D M I R A L


// LOCATION //: Senate Plaza, Courscant
// OBJECTIVE //: Congratulate the new Chancellor
// TAGS //: Adhira Chandra | Ben Craig | Taji Nelson | OPEN
// NPCS //: None At the Momment

Being back on Courscant was disorienting. Not long ago, he had helped a rather young individual seize control of the planet. He had washed his hands in the blood of his traitorous subordinates. He had been proclaimed a hero, and a confidant of yet another monarch. By then he had served Graf, Shran, Vakel and then Grayson.

But Imperialism never lasted.

And soon, the young Lord Imperator was injured and power was seized by the House of Lords with individuals such as Shran and Savri Sal, representatives of the Imperial and Corporate Bloc respectively, quickly netrulized. What power and sway he had in the Imperium's military died that day, but the realization that true power lied in the hands of the people dawned on the former Imperial Grand Moff. And like that, he was reborn.

It may have taken him a while to fully understand this new reality but he eventually did which lead him to his current position and his current life. He owed everything he had to the people of the Alliance.

"Charming doesn't lead a country, Chairman. Charming sways a people. I suggest you take notes" He whispered into the ear of Craig as they both exited the turbolift. "You will have a lot of swaying to do, espically with the Oligarchy. But let's worry about that later"

He raised a glass of some yet unidentified alcoholic beverage to his lips. He took a long, deep drink before turning back to the new leader of the Union. "Ready to meet Chancellor Chandra?"

 

[Qell Auraeli]

T H E . O U T L A N D E R . C L U B
U S C R U . D I S T R I C T , . C O R U S C A N T

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O P E N . I N T E R A C T I O N
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Like Alex, the freshly commissioned Flight Officer Qellian Auraeli had decided that discretion was the better part of velour when it came to the evening's affairs and had retreated to the upper balcony to avoid the crowds that had gradually begun to pour into the club. Despite being dressed to the nines in a seemingly identical set of freshly pressed and dry-cleaned dress blues, she had felt decidedly out of place with the servicemen and women that had packed out the Outlander Club. She had no glory to her name. No real accolades or achievements. Just a set of pilot wings - or 'Golden Leg Spreaders!' as one of her erstwhile classmate had proclaimed excitedly and enthusiastically to anyone that would listen - pinned to her collar. Gifted upon her graduation just a scant week or so past, but they had yet to be earned. They still didn't feel real.

Without Alex to distract or keep her company...

She twisted the dark blue beret in her hands as she continued to people watch. Now that the speech and ceremony had concluded, the party was slowly beginning to liven up below. Bottles of expensive bubbly were being cracked open, unwilling dance partners were getting dragged to the floor by impatient dates, raucous cheers sounding out as GADF NCOs congregated at one of the corner tables for a game of pazaak everyone would deny all knowledge of when later questioned by the brass. All in all, a far cry from the lavish galas and state events she had been subjected to growing up back on Alderaan. The curse of being the child of both a diplomat and scion of a Great House. Even now classical music gave her anxiety, flashing her back to a time of fake smiles, saccharine platitudes and the constricting crush of a corset.

The food had been better, admittedly.

The Outlander Club had put forward a solid spread for the occasion, but the menu was less in the vein extravagant Mon Calamari crab-stuffed creampuffs and more in the way of mini bantha sliders and miscellaneous meat-on-a-stick. Not exactly the height of stellar cuisine. Not that that had stopped the young woman from devouring half a tray while she waited for her friend to stop fretting in the toilet. She could have easily blamed her K'paur heritage and its naturally higher caloric demands, but honestly even the most basic of fare was a welcome reprieve to the last few years dining in a flight academy mess hall. Still, word must have gotten out amongst the servers as they all seemed to be avoiding her with a purpose, giving her suspicious side glances like she was the saboteur in that 'Amidst Us' hologame Alex loved to play.

Speaking of Alex...

A slender smile creased her scarred features as a familiar nest of blonde hair bobbed, weaved and altogether meandered awkwardly in the thronged mass below. Even from here, at this angle, there was simply no mistaking that nervous ball of energy that frantically apologized and flustered its way through a dozen conversations in the space of a minute. Without thinking she brought her hand up to her lips, fingers sliding between a set of sharp canines as she let out a high pitched, highly undignified and rather unladylike whistle that would have had her mother rolling in her grave at the impropriety.

Qell didn't care. At least she wasn't alone anymore - She had her wingman.

"Eyes up, Flight Officer Locke! Friendly on your six. Grab us some drinks while you're down there, yeah?" There was a beat before she added, casting daggers at the servers who avoided both her gaze and reach. "Oh and food!"

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Alex Locke
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[Andien Gale]

Coruscant Orbit
Aboard Patrol Cruiser ANV Enigma

Andien sat legs crossed in her command chair as they glided through space. Despite being hard at work refitting and rearming at one of the mobile REC deepdocks they had all paused to watch or listen to the speech given by the new Chancellor. Setting her datapad aside for a moment she watched a monitor that displayed the event in full, brilliant color. It brought a smile to her eyes as the crowd burst into applause and she saw the fireworks begin to go off. It wasn't just in the capital sector though, which was on the opposite side of the planet from where she and a slowly growing number of warships were gathering. She could see fireworks going off all over the planet, lighting up the planet's atmosphere with brilliant flashes of color. It was almost as if Coruscant itself was exploding or some great war was happening that they weren't privy to.

Satisfied with her short break she thumbed the com on her command board.

"Alright, everyone back to work. The faster we get this done the faster we get our leave time." She released her finger from the com switch and looked at the still staring bridge crew. She cleared her throat loudly, causing a few of them to look at her. "That means you all too!" With sudden realization the crew began scampering about, datapads in hand as they began giving orders to their own minor crews and team members. Andien leaned back in her chair and looked at the datapad again, two words blazing their image into her mind.

"Battlegroup Kenobi."

 

[Dracken Pryce]

The Outlander Club
Interacting With: Qell Auraeli Alex Locke Ava Cartwright-Pryce

"Make that three drinks," came a loud and unfamiliar voice from behind Qell. Dress blues, no cap, a Corellian General's pauldron, first and second class Bloodstripes laced down the sides of his freshly pressed pants in an alternating yellow and orange ladder, and a rank bar on his chest that said: shut up, straighten up, and don't you dare move a muscle. High Admiral Dracken Pryce stood over the newly minted officer and called down to whoever she was talking to in all this chaos. He had escaped the hustle and bustle of the night, preferring to be in the weeds with the men and women crewing his ships than in that ocean of Bloodfins. He'd never been much of a politician. In times past, he'd read, people of his rank typically didn't get there without political aptitude. But nearly a decade of war and sacrifice had not only left the pool unfathomably shallow, but Pryce liked to think that he'd earned his way through competence despite his record.

The Outlander club was then a much more comfortable place to be despite his 'duties' and rank. He whistled out a huff of air as he leaned on the rail next to the younger woman.

"Made it just in time, eh?" His eyes glanced at her uniform, taking note of the golden wings at her collar and the barret. Navy uniforms came with a proper service cap but for most functions it was optional, and while they had some sort of indicator of rank on their collars, usually indicating battlegroups or mid-ranks like 2nd Lieutenant or 1st Captain, they mostly relied on the rank placks on their chest to do the talking for them. Though this was basically null and void for a man in Pryce's rank. His collar had a total of six golden bars and a command star on both indicating his absolute command of the six fleets thta had once composed the 3rd Sector Group. His rank bars on his chest reflected the dazzling lights from the dance floor below and there was a slightly newer looking medal pinned just beneath it for his service during the Braxant Run campaign and the Battle of Bastion. While his demeanor and relatively easygoing nature said he was just another grunt, everything about his uniform spelled out "Court Martial" if one so much as spilled a cup of caf on him.

"Enjoying the festivities Pilot? Glad to see they let the new cadets join the party down here on the surface."

 

[Caldon Tenneth]

It was not the sheer amount of food that concerned Caldon...

It was the type of food being served that had him concerned. Despite not being as expensive as he was sure it could be, it still blew the young Jedi’s mind. How could beings consume this, when other’s down below them were barely scraping by, living meager paycheck to paycheck. Folks like his parents, if they were still alive.

Caldon had just managed to extricate himself from what he could only describe as a boring conversation with a man who was old enough to be his grandfather who had what he could only hope was just a date for the evening, given her age was about that of Caldon’s. Though...given the amount of attention and praise she was showering him with...

He shuddered out of sheer horror, as he did not want to contemplate the details...

He made his way towards the food and drinks, selecting something small and modest as well as a non alcoholic beverage for himself. Without R7 to watch out for him as he would attempt to make his way back to the Jedi Temple this evening, it would pay for him to keep his wits about him. Plus, water was easier to clean out of these pure white Jedi robes than red wine or champagne would ever be.

As if he did not already stick out like a sore thumb wearing them to begin with. He made a note to pick up a set of Defense Force dress blues next time, at least then he could hide in the crowd. Sure his two lightsabers would be a bit out of place, but at least he would not be as big of a flashing sign saying “Hey look! A Jedi! Come and Gawk or Bother With Questions I Cannot Answer!”

How had he ever let Master Gedari talk him into this?

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

The Outlander Club
Interacting With: Qell Auraeli | Alex Locke | Ava Cartwright-Pryce | Dracken Pryce

Admittedly it'd been a while since Frielle had been to any kind of shindig like this, and it'd been a long time since she'd committed herself to any particular government. She was wary of the Galactic Alliance at first, given how it ended in its previous incarnation - and the cost. Her father died, just one of the many Jedi who perished at Coruscant, which unraveled a whole kriff worth of information about her family's heritage. Imperials, and of all families the ones associated with the First Order. It was enough to mess with Frielle's head, enough to give her room for reevaluation. ​

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Walking into the Outlander Club, however, was just a way of putting it all into perspective. Her father fought and died so that others could live free of tyranny, and thus far the Galactic Alliance - this Galactic Alliance had done so in the core. It was something to be proud of and so here she was in dress uniform. A reinstated pilot and as she happened into the club the number of uniforms in the place was filled to the brim with'em. It wouldn't do her any good to be a pilot without a wingman, and it already sucked - being without one at a club of all places. ​

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Her normal crew were still somewhere in the Outer Rim.​

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They weren't keen on throwing themselves in with another Galactic Alliance.​

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Frielle couldn't blame them, still, it would've been nice if they had come along with. She crossed the club toward a small gathering of folk only to find an Admiral of all ranks there. At least this one wasn't related. As Frielle approached he definitely gave off the stern-dad vibes, she overheard a call for food and drink. One she could at least empathize with, one order of beer - to start with. A smirk as the Admiral seemed to be glad that the cadets were allowed to party. ​

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It was an excuse to let loose and have fun, everyone was going to be sore or hungover - well, some. There were the ones who could handle a lot more than just a few drinks. ​

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[Spirit of Wisdom]

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The Inaugural Ball for the newly elected Chancellor of the Alliance was well underway and a festive mood filled the air of the spacious ballroom. There was delicious food, fizzy drinks that made your head spin, and elegant music echoing all around. However, as the guests mingled they would find themselves quite secure under the watchful gaze of the Senate Guard. The elite troopers were placed strategically around the perimeter in full ceremonial garb. It was hard to miss their sapphire robes and plumed helmets, each with a heavy rifle hanging from their shoulder. While these uniforms might have made them look harmless to the untrained eye, that would be a grave mistake as under those robes were some of the most highly skilled soldiers in the Alliance.

As Chancellor Chandra mingled her way through the party she was surrounded by six similarly dressed guards, however, these 6 had double plumed helmets and carried staves of dark-colored metal inlaid with blue marble. Their eyes carefully scanned every attendee who approached the Chancellor, not necessarily meant to keep people away from her - more to remind them all that any unfriendly advances would be a deadly mistake.

Unfortunately for Taji Nelson , his sudden approach proved out of place enough to elicit an immediate reaction from the soldiers. The two members of the Chancellor Guard leading the platoon out in front of the Chancellor pounded the butt of their heavy metal staves on the ground. The tops of the staves ignited in bright blue and crossed in front of each other to bar his approach. "HALT!" one of the men declared authoritatively.

"The Chancellor is not accepting questions at this time. Move along, citizen." It was not up for debate by the sound of their voice and after a moment the platoon continued on.

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[Olen Halcorr]

The Outlander Club
Coruscant
Dracken Pryce Ava Cartwright-Pryce Qell Auraeli Alex Locke

Olen had seen his fair share of parades in his time. But this one, it was different, it seemed so much more free. Many in the Starfighter Corps had mixed feelings about Emmen Tagge, Olen had never really been one for politics, he generally disliked politicians, believing most of them to be completely self-serving. But lately, he'd made some sort of effort to keep up with the election, and many propositions had brought him to vote for Adhira Chandra, perhaps she might be the one to change his mind.

The blonde haired starfighter commander quickly headed into the club, managing to not acknowledge one of the faulty neon signs. He and the rest of Phantom Squadron had been ordered to complete a flyover to supplement the festivities and so it had been a rush to get back home and change into his dress blues in time to get smashed at the Outlander Club.

Many of those who frolicked in the club, he'd never met. He generally avoided social invitations but he'd made the decision that he'd only live once and he would need to go to at least one before he inevitably was shot down in his X-Wing. Strangely, among the fray was Dracken Pryce and his wife Ava Cartwright-Pryce , both friends of his, the former being the commanding officer of the Third Sector Group, and the Ouroboros, the ship the Phantoms had been stationed on.

"Make that four drinks Admiral, I never thought you were one for parties." He remarked with a cheeky grin, giving a nod to Ava and pulling on the collar of his rather tight uniform.

Both their blues told stories of battles past. His own tunic had the Bastion, Dubrillion and Brentaal IV patches, all major engagements that he had partaken in. Like the cadets, he had two golden wings, one for each shoulder patch and six pips on his rank plaque, indicating the rank of Commander and bringing connotations of a wizened old fighter. He acknowledged the young cadets, reminiscing to a time when he was like them, still in awe at all the older pilots.

"Good to see some more cadets for the Starfighter Corps, hope you're both enjoying yourselves. Say, have you two received your squadron placements yet?"

The part that he'd found most anxious was the waiting. Waiting to see how his own future would fan out, and he imagined it to be the same for the young cadets.

 

[Adhira Chandra]

As soon as the speech on the promenade ended, Adhira was whisked away by a collection of political attaches, assistants, stylists, and designers to her new apartments. They were all chattering at her at once, it seemed, though she did manage to pick up on the fact that her speech had apparently been well received, her dress for the ball would be rising, and the stock markets were blue. Wait... that can't be right, she thought as the voices continued to blend together. She never imagined Emmen's life had been such a daily exercise in restraint.​

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It seemed like an eternity and no time at all before she was gliding along on the marble floors of the ballroom in a floor-length cerulean gown lined with gold - the colors of the Alliance. She was comforted by the fact that several imposing soldiers were filtering the crowd before it got to her. Doubtless, many people were going to be interested in getting a word with the new Chancellor, but she had come prepared with an agenda of her own. She had personally invited Irveric Tavlar to the event and was intent on having a chat with him when he arrived.​

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She continued to make nice with all of the dignitaries and politicians who streamed past to congratulate her and express their concern for this issue or that. The mundanity was interrupted, however, by the sudden clatter of metal on stone as the Chancellor Guardsmen apparently stopped a guest from approaching. Her dark eyes turned in their direction and she regarded Taji Nelson with curiosity for a moment. Adhira had rather gotten used to the occurrence of other people making decisions about safety on her behalf. Of course, all of the decisions were hers to make now.​

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"Stand down," she said cooly to the guards as she approached the corporate asset. Her expression was one of bemusement as she looked Taji over for a moment. The soldiers relented, relaxing their stance. "You will have to forgive my escort, they just got a new boss and I hear she's a real nag," she mused as the two guards shifted uncomfortably at the comment, "but they're right, unfortunately, I cannot stand around answering questions all evening, so why dont we settle on just one question? Hmm?"​

 

[Noah Corek]

Location: Senate Plaza
Tags: Open

Noah had listened to the speech that Chancellor Adhira Chandra with lackluster attention if he were to be honest. 'A new dawn huh? How original.' His cynicism was well deserved, having been a part of five or six 'new dawns' in his nearly four decades of service and he had seen each and every one of them come to an end, not all the same way. Some had ended violently, others had merely fizzled out but they all ended no matter what.

But reliving the past and dwelling on it wasn't why Noah was here today, no he was here today for the future. The future of his relatively new mercenary group, or private military contract as he preferred to call them, the Galactic Foreign Legion. As with any mercenary group the Legion ran almost exclusively on the patronage of others in the form of contracts to continue their day to day operations. It was with this in mind that he was at the inauguration, in an attempt to drum up aforementioned contracts.

'And once again here I am dancing for the politicians.' He had left government run military for a variety of reasons, the politics involved in them being pretty high on the list. He had spent too much of his time in the military jockeying for funding and resources for his liking and even now he thought his organization's reputation should speak for itself but some people like to be wined and dined as he thought.

It was for this he decided to stand out among the partygoers, wearing a untucked light blue button up shirt with a dark blue tie, a pair of tan slacks and a pair of dark brown boots, his hatred of suits and dress uniforms also played into the decision. His decision was also practical as well as his left boot hid a knife and the back of his untucked shirt hid a pistol and a trio of spare mags nestled in their holsters against the small of his back.

And it was with a sigh he downed the rest of the Corellian Whiskey in his tumbler, left a sizeable tip to the bartender and began to smooze and mingle with the big wigs.

 

[Taji Nelson]

Equipment:

Smoke Bombs
Archer Uniform
Hard Light Weaponry
Storage Unit
Upgraded Gloves
Darlene
Smart Ammunition Rifles
Smart Ammunition Hand Guns
Bo Staff
Gunblade
Shock Arrow
Archer Equipment

When he was ordered to back off by the Guards, Taji tensed. He was almost to take out the hand gun in his storage unit but he chose not to. The actions of the Chancellor caused him to rethink the idea of removing the hand gun from his storage unit. After all she was nice, or at least knew not to have her guards beat down people. She had gotten a bit of good will from him, and so he wouldn't cause a scene now.

"Be honest with me. How do you intend to treat the people of the Alliance?" He asked. He was tense and ready to react should he need to do so. His hand was over the storage unit so he could put it to use when he needed to do so. Darlene might be useful, or maybe a set of hand guns loaded with his smart ammunition so he could use them to take down the guards should she prove to be like the authorities on Corpos. Ones like that should not have any position whatsoever. He needed to make sure she wasn't the wrong type of leader for the alliance. From the old historical data he had read about the Republic there had been a period of time known as the "Galactic Empire" when a Chancellor had become an Emperor. He wasn't going to allow something like that to happen. After all, the galaxy didn't need another empire inside it.

Hopefully she would be honest with him about that.

 

[Alex Locke]

//: The Outlander Club //:
//: Avoid All Eye Contact //:
//: Qell Auraeli //: Dracken Pryce //:

Alex was starting to lose hope in finding Qell. There were so many people, and she was beginning to feel a bit claustrophobic. People wanted to continue to ask her questions that she didn't have the answer to. The little ball of nerves exhaled softly as she found her way through the small pack of people and found a bit of space for herself. As the nervous knots began to unravel, a sharp whistle pierced the peaceful atmosphere. Alex jumped instantly as she looked behind her, wide-eyed with every ounce of fear that she could muster. ​

Blue eyes darted back and forth as more people joined Qell. She had thought they were going to be able to just hang out with each other. Instead, it seemed her charismatic friend attracted the attention of several others. Most she didn't' recognize, but there was one in particular that she instantly knew. The man's face was plastered in a lot of their text during the academy. He was Dracken Pryce, a high admiral in the GADF. Alex lost the last bit of color in her face as she could now pass as translucent. ​

She gave her friend the universal hand signal for 'okay.' What was she supposed to do? There was no running from this. Alex did her best to push her way through to the food and drinks. With the loud announcement of her name, she received looks of both awe and disdain. Such a broad range of emotions could be caused by none other than her older cousin and older brother, both having a reputation that the young Corellian would rather not deal with. How could she ever live up to John Locke's genius or her cousin Allyson's ability to get into things she's not supposed to?​

Alex couldn't let herself drown in her self pity for much longer; she had a mission. Stopping by the table, she looked at the assortment of food. There was really nothing much she could eat, but the others would find themselves enjoying probably the mini sliders and quiches. Only having so many hands, Alex looked towards a waiter who had an empty tray. "Um, can I use that?" The waiter gave her a weird look but figured he would avoid having to serve the politicians for a moment and handed her the tray. "Thanks." A small voice came from her lips as she politely nodded. Quickly, she went to work, loading the tray with food and a few stems of champagne. ​

Each item had a place; Alex knew she needed to balance everything out so that when she carried it, nothing spilled or flopped over. Lifting the tray, she held it and blinked towards one of the more exciting characters she had seen while in the club. A Jedi. ( Caldon Tenneth ) She offered him a small smile, and off she went trying not to scamper back as fast as she could to Qell's side. ​

For some reason, the crowd had suddenly thickened, and to Alex's dismay, people had assumed she was the staff. Small whimpers of frustration escaped, but they were enough to start warding people away. Hips rolled as she dodged people bumping into her and carefully, with one foot in front of the other, she made it up the stairs. The tray lowered from over her head, and she looked down, seeing that her efforts to save most of the food had failed, but the drinks were safe. ​

"Uh, I tried." She offered a glass of champagne to everyone,( Olen Halcorr & Frielle Kinniak ) then looked at Qell with an almost pleading glance asking why the girl had invited all of the officers to where they were supposed to hideout. Remembering that Admiral Pryce was there, she saluted, nearly knocking over her champagne glass. "It's a p-pleasure, A-Admiral Pryce."​

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: The Senate Plaza, Coruscant
Equipment: Gildenweave Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink
Escort: 4/4 Wolfguards as Honour Gard (they are watching her from a distance)
Tag(s): Open

Ingrid's blue eyes scanned the crowd and those there. Luckily, she knew the galactic leaders well enough, even if she hadn’t met them in person to recognize quite a few people here. But of course there were also people here who were already lucky enough to meet. Such was the case of Taji Nelson, with whom the Eternal Empire was also prepared to do business, at least Tacitus wanted that. She didn't know the fate of this. Yes, that's something she couldn't even figure out.

It was as if the Emperor had been paranoid and had made no official records or notes about anything. It was not an easy task for STRATCOM. The next person she noticed and knew was Ben Craig from the Zweihander Union. Of course, she had seen Adhira Chandra , the host, before. Mercenary figures, countless soldiers, officers, politicians. It looked like quite an interesting company had gathered this evening. True, she was not surprised at all, and tried to watch to see if she heard anything interesting.

Ingrid was so well educated and felt so outsiders that for now she wouldn’t go there to anyone. If she caught Ben Craig 's gaze, she nodded measuredly to him, as they already knew each other. Even if they didn’t talk too much, because that night was more about rivalry between the man and his former boss Credius . Nevertheless, she had already received the man’s invitation to the diplomatic treaty, and they were also told back that the Eternal Empire was going to the meeting. That is, she will go there.

The outsider thing; it tensed her, though it was not visible on her, nor could it be felt through the Force that no one from the Sith Empire was present or invited. It was well known that the Eternal Empire had made peace with them again and entered into an alliance, and they also sealed the contract with a marriage. Quite precisely for the time being with an engagement. So that’s why I was surprised by this invitation. The tension only lasted for a moment because she suppressed that feeling in moments. It was also one she didn’t let influence her. After drinking her champagne, she dropped the empty glass on one of the trays.

After that, she did what she had done so far, gathering information.

​

 

[Caldon Tenneth]

Wyndi used to talk about those moments, in the stories, when two individuals locked eyes and all sorts of things went on.

Well, Caldon couldn’t deny that his heart had started beating faster when that young pilot ( Alex Locke ) had smiled at him, or that he was happy he’d followed Master Gedari’s advice to run a comb through his hair. But what was more interesting to him was how she was stacking all that food and drink on that...serving tray? So she must have been the one sent to forage for refreshments for her group.

He was quite curious to see how this would play out...well if she could pass flight school then perhaps she could navigate that tray all the way back to her friends. But...something told him that she would fail to make it back with her spoils.

He made a rash decision right then and there.

Moving back to the buffet he piled some extra food onto his plate, food that he was sure he would never have access to in his lifetime ever again. Well, it probably wasn’t worth all the fuss anyway. It was a wonder to him how wealthy people managed to get so far in life when the food they ate was both overpriced and under nourishing at the same time. Wouldn’t they eventually either go broke or die from malnutrition, or any sort of other problems? Well then again, they’d probably had enough money to pay for doctors and such...the bastards...

He looked back up and saw her moving back through the crowd, and sure enough, she was losing things left and right. He moved through the crowd and called out to her.

“Hey, Flight Officer...”

Oh scrap...oh scrap oh scrap oh scrap...oh he was in deep scrap right now he was sure of it. A full systems admiral worth ( Dracken Pryce ), as well as apparently two squadron leaders ( Olen Halcorr and Ava Cartwright-Pryce ) and other assorted military officers ( Qell Auraeli and Frielle Kinniak). Never before more had he wished that he had stayed home than this moment. He could have been working on those beautiful IE-10 ion engines on his new Saber-class X-Wing.

There is no emotion, there is peace...well, he definitely needed peace right now, as he was certainly out of his depth...