A Very Kenway Christmas [CIS and Allies Life Day Party]

[Caesar Kenway]

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Music: White Christmas, Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Location: Kenway Keep
Guards: The guards of Kenway Keep, dressed up with Christmas cheer. Reindeer horns on their helmets, red noses, Christmas themed armour and weaponry, etc.
Guest List: Any and all who are a part of the CIS or an ally.
Host: [Member=Caesar Kenway] Wearing: Festive Suit
Hostess: Aelia Kenway Wearing: Festive Dress

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A heavy and deep layer of snow had formed all over Kenway Keep and the surrounding area, blanketing the ground and roofs and other surfaces in white. Colourful lights hung all around the Keep, decorating the street lights, buildings, guard house, everywhere. Large Pine Trees decorated with red, green, gold and white baubles, more lights, shiny chains with small, ornamental items crafted into them, and candy canes. Presents laid under them in various sized boxes, each with their own wrapping paper pattern and colour, ribbon colour, and shapes, though very carefully made so not to give away what was inside. Open for anyone to take. Decking the streets were shops selling sweets, Life Day ornaments, presents, etc. Each had it's own decorations inside, some with mistletoe, others with lights, some with trees, some with all of the above.

As one got closer to the Palace, one might hear the hustle and bustle of the Palace Staff preparing for the festivities due to start in less than an hour. Food and drinks were set out on long tables, something less common, instead of small tables that seated three or four people, these hosted atleast ten each, five on each side. These tables were separated into the various groups of the Confederacy, the Viceroyalty got their own section, seven tables long, seating seventy people, the Knight's Obsidian had four tables, the Dauntless Commandos had one, due to their currently low numbers, the Confederate Defense Force, more reasonably, it's Marshals, got two tables, the Black Bha'lir got a table, the Mandragora got three, and the Mandalorian Protectors got four. Then, at the very center of the room, were three tables, designated to hold all of the Confederacy's leaders, the Ministers, the Exarchs, the Vicelord, the Dominus Prime of the Knights Obsidian, the Grand Marshal, or rather, the two applicants, the Dauntless Commander, the heads of all the Mandalorian Protector Clans, though they could sit with their Clan, due to their loyalty. The Nightmother of the Mandragora, the Head Smuggler of the Black Bha'lir. Then, at the very end of all the normal tables, were three Guest Tables, for the allies of the CIS, it was unusual, as guests often ate in the Feast Division.

The main table also held extra space for those the leaders might want to bring along. The food was also a bit better, what did you expect? They were some of the most notorious people in the Confederacy, they worked hard, a bit of a better dinner was the least that could be done for them. There were no assigned seats in the Dining Hall, as such, the members of each division were left to find their seats at their own tables. The Dining Hall connected to an empty Grand Ballroom, and boy was it big, something right out of a fairy tale, plenty of room for all of the Confederacy's humans to dance the night away, some of this space was used up by a ginormous Pine Tree, decorated with baubles, lights, and other decorations. Under it resided hundreds of presents, all of different sizes and shapes, colours and patterns. They could be taken by anybody at the party, but were not to be opened till the end.

The party was about to start, a fleet of ships hung in orbit, protecting the Keep from whatever might be, and also monitoring air traffic. There was a clear No-Weaponry policy in place during the party, not even the Vicelord was excluded. Armour wasn't prohibited, but it was advised to wear something festive and comfortable, the same went for ships, they weren't prohibited or restricted in weaponry, but they had to go through a check point to be checked more thoroughly. It was also encouraged to make them fancy, razzle and dazzle, impress, this was a festive, happy night.

Everything was set, and the King of Ord Pardron, Minister of War, Caesar Kenway, stood in the Throne room, overlooking the party area, the dining hall, and grand ballroom. The King in his Castle, celebrating, how... classic. Though the title was purely decorative, ever since the Royal family was removed from power, and turned into the Head Noble family. It meant he was a King of nothing, he held no actual power with the title, he held power in his role as Minister of War. Now was not the time to argue over politics and royalty, no, people were arriving.

His Throne Room was closed, guarded by the Elite of the City Guard, nobody was allowed up, except for Members of his family. It would be quieter up here, he decided, more peaceful too. He couldn't spend the whole night here, of course, he had some social expectations to fulfil. Besides, he was the one who'd invited the Viceroy, and Metal Lord, Archim, to the Leaders table. It felt right, he may aswell have been a Minister of Production, he created that many things for the Confederacy. That aside, he invited him, and wanted to meet him, he'd heard great things of the man.

 

[Daxton Bane]

As was the nature of Daxton Bane, he was among the first to arrive, accompanied by his robotic bodyguards, Romus and Remus, whose arms were stacked with gift bags to be given as presents. The Sith Lord wore a white hooded cloak, whose sides were trimmed to reveal his rock hard red muscles, through a very fine and expensive mesh chain, a combination of avante garde and traditional all at once. His red tinged skin was very visible against the snow white fabric. A strange leather like material strapped his waist and corded itself to serve as a crude belt of sorts.

There was some commotion as the guards quickly got into an disagreement whether assassin droids counted as weapons even when scan were showing that droids were unarmed. In the end, a quick word and slight Force pressure of a few reproductive organs reminded everyone that it wasnt in anyones best interest to make Bane wait.

The gifts were a collection of holocrons, teachings on politics, governance, breeding and population control of some of the influencial Force users he had gathered from various sources. For the militantly inclined, alchemical blades designed to block lightsaber strikes, the cold black metal, infused with precious stones and metals, each handcrafted into a functional work of art. A small token from his research labs, a more practical one considering the gathering. Some of his other projects were of a slight less benevolent nature anyway.

Sitting at the bar, he had the barkeep pour him a glass of Corellian scotch and leave the bottle. Taking a neat sip he savored the burn before pouring himself another glass to wait to see who else would arrive.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Knights Obsidian Table
Wearing: Dress | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives
Tags: Feel free to join

This was absolutely going to be the last of the Life Day parties, Madalena promised to herself. She'd been literally in all of them – all those sponsored by the CIS, all those by the SJO, a few personal ones, winter wonderlands, and all of the rest. The festive season was becoming a drag and she was definitely going to ask for time off in advance next year because she was so not doing this again.

And then the invite to the party with the Minister of the War arrived, and as a Knight Obsidian, while she had a feeling a lot would not show up, she herself could not quite afford to skip it. Tings had gone less than smooth on the Fortressa's winter wonderland and if nothing else, she could show up here, not cause a scene, and then leave.

Arriving among the first, the Sithling wasted little time before she took her seat at the Knights Obsidian table, a tall glass of… She wasn't sure what it was, but she was drinking it anyway, noting with disappointed once more that the liquor had no effect on her. It was as though her body knew what to do with it more efficiently than she wanted it to do.

Still, keeping a pleasant smile on her face, plastic as it may have been, Madalena waited.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Music: Sexy Christmas Baby Mine
Location: Kenway Keep
Wearing: White dress and red heels
There to meet: [member="Caesar Kenway"]

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The galaxy holiday adopted from Wookiee culture, Life Day, always promised to be a week-long affair with cheer, gifts to cherished ones, comfort food and lots and lots of alcohol. Tmoxin rarely mixed with the rank and file but she made an exception for her loyal Morpho Security Team, so after hosting a quiet, informal party at her ranch for the soldiers who’d served her for so many years, she set out in the Sovereign Stingray to Kenway’s Keep for a lavish Viceroyal fete at the Minister of War’s palace.

She’d met him once during an assignment to loot an Imperial holdout on the Void Station asteroid, only recalling that he had a flair for the dramatic, which on some level she appreciated especially at a huge event like this one. Perhaps during battle itself she appreciated it less, but with her lightsaber safely secured on her ship and security thick both inside and outside of the palace, the red haired Hapan eased into a relaxed stroll as she walked through the entrance. She wore a festive, white dress, slightly provocative with peekaboo lace on the bodice and sleeves and a pair of shiny, candy-red six inch stilettos, and located the table which would seat Minister Kenway, and then not bothering with seating arrangements or formalities such as that, boldly walked to that specific table and nestled in beside the Chief Metal Lord, but with one empty chair between them. Perhaps her obnoxious sense of entitlement had only gotten worse as she grew older, but in the last year she’d launched a successful rebellion upon her home planet of Hapes, re-establishing the Hapan Heritage Council as an advisory committee to the Queen herself. If she could manage to find a way to make a bid for the monarchy she would, but for now she bid her time in that regard.

She’d brought a gift for Minister Kenway, an ornate and antique Hapan lute from the era of the first Queen Mother, Ta’a Chume. Also in typical do-what-she-pleased style, the Viceroyal of Lok did not place her present under the tree, but clutched it upon her lap as she wanted to hand deliver it to Minister Kenway.

She ordered a glass of champagne from one of the servers, noting it was still early, though guests began to stream in at a steady pace.

 

[Carbon]

He had been told his template hated parties. Carbon? He wasn’t entirely sure what purpose such gatherings served, but he was told the civilian population used them in the same way the clones used exercise during their training - they were meant to create a sense of camaraderie. Though, that could be hit or miss, he supposed.

Carbon hadn’t been issued clothes - a uniform, garrisons, and armor. Armor was the dressiest attire he had. His template had preferred armor, he’d been told. That made him feel more at ease. Pausing inside, scanning the guards through the information being relayed across his HUD, he took in the room and settled his attention on the nearest flagged person of interest.

With the familiar clank of moving plasteel, he came to a stop alongside [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and paused, gloved palms resting on the twin pistols at his hip. “Pathfinder.” He greets. “When was everyone told to muster?” He asks, quiet baritone distorted by his helmet. “People don’t normally filter into formation so.... haphazardly.”

Because, of course, the clone of one of the Outer Rim’s most decorated combat veteran hadn’t been socialized outside his military training.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Knights Obsidian Table
Wearing: Dress | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives
Tags: [member="Carbon"] | + Feel free to join

She had not been hungry. Madalena, keeping a friendly expression on her face, had instead opted to drink of the wine that was offered while she made small talk with those who were around her. The few that were around her so far; having arrived so early, the place was hardly full yet, and she hoped she could make a quiet exit before it did fill up.

As such, the Sithling was surprised when someone referred to her by her role. Turning her head, her sight befell on what she thought was a man, clad in armor. She had little knowledge of clones or templates, having not engaged with any communication with any of them, or at least not as far as she knew. The questions he asked were… Well, they obviously belonged to someone who was not well experienced with social gatherings.

"This is a social gathering," she explained with a friendly smile, "hours given are a suggestion at best and it is often considered acceptable to be as much as three hours late." Formation? To that, she shook her head, "there is no formation."

Motioning to the tin clad man, she offered the seat next to her. "Why don't you sit down and remove your helmet?" she offered, "I am Pathfinder Madalena Antares. What's your name?"

 

[Carbon]

He narrowed his eyes beneath his helmet, peering around the still mostly empty room with a frown. Should he remove his helmet? He supposed it couldn't hurt. They'd been told to establish good relations with the other arms of the Confederacy military, and the Knights Obsidian were a part of that network. After a moment, he reached up, removing the helmet and setting it aside. His brown hair was cropped short at the temples, and combed over up top. A shadow clung to his jaw, hinting as a shave that hadn't lasted through the day.

"Three hours late is... suboptimal." He remarks, turning his eyes to study [member="Scherezade deWinter"] as he took a seat beside her. He knew that, despite looking human, it was the eyes that gave away his heritage as much as his face; they were midnight black, and glimmered like a clear evening sky. "I'm CT-00001; Commander Carbon."

He wouldn't regale her with the story of his template. She either knew him or she didn't - either way, they weren't the same individual, and were separated by quite a bit in age, too. Carbon looked like Sarge in his early twenties; he would look that way for awhile. "I'm sure we'll be working together in the future, Pathfinder Antares."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Knights Obsidian Table
Wearing: Kurta Tunic | Obsidian Ring (Pendant) | Beats (Music: Alan Walker v. Coldplay)
Wielding: EMT MedPac
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Carbon"]

The young Nautolan was orbiting somewhat near his chair.

It was a highly elliptical orbit. He'd drift away, body in motion to a rhythm that was decided not that of the holiday music being played inside the venue. Then, he'd drift back into arm's reach in order to grab something to eat. Usually with his hands. There was silverware on the table of course, but that was just part of the decoration, surely.

The young Jedi had made the voyage from the Sacred Lotus' sanctuary on Monastery because he'd heard that this was 'sposed to be a party. He supposed he'd thought that maybe these people knew how to get down like the Outer Rim Coalition.

Instead, it was a formal affair. The type that [member="Nefertari Sovint Vael"] would throw at her quaint chateau on Chandrila. Where everybody would be in the suits and Zak would be in his little valet get-up so that he could announce, the countess of Rrrrrrrrrosedge.

You had to roll the 'r'. It gave it some class.

Of course, that was not a party. It was just a gathering while everybody wore uncomfortable clothes and pretended to like each other over fancy dinners where you were supposed to know the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork. Seriously, it was a fork, people. You stab the food with it.

Also, salad. No.

Right now, he was holding out for hope that there was a dessert course. There were presents, which the boy was giving the side eye at the moment. Given the clientele and the stuffy-stuff nature of this shindig, he was definitely not trusting those presents. There was more likely to be a pair of socks inside than something practical and useful... like the HoloStation Switch Force Unleashed special edition.

Drifting back toward his chair, the green skinned xenomorph placed on knee in the seat as he raised himself on his tip toe and leaned into the table. Both hands came up to frame his face, dropping the headphones down to hang around his neck before he stretched a hand out toward a glass of water.

"I'm sure we'll be working together in the future, Pathfinder Antares."

The boy's head turned. Within his black, abyssal eyes, the reflection of the two individuals could been seen, as though in a mirror darkly.

What was a Pathfinder again? Was that like a Jedi Guardian? Or, Obsidian Guardian in this case... Or was it more like an Obsidian Sentinel?

Wait, wasn't there another warrior type... what was it called? Group? Gang? Crew?

No, it was one of those multiple syllable words. It started with an 'i'? Whatever. Gang was close enough. There was a separate warrior gang, so Pathfinder had to be a different thing.

He hoped there wouldn't be a test on this later. He could barely keep all the Jedi stuff straight. And now he had to learn about this Knights Obsidian stuff, too?

Brutal.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Knights Obsidian Table
Wearing: Dress | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives
Tags: [member="Carbon"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | + Feel free to join

Glowing green eyes beheld the armored man with interest as he removed his helmet. It was not the hair or the jaw that held her interest though; it was the eyes. Not human. But his scent… Madalena inhaled deeply again. She was a blood hound, and one of the gifts that came with it was her ability to tell Species and Blood Lines through the Force. His scent though… It confused her. She was unsure what to make of it. Perhaps it was because this was the first time she was so close to a clone, perhaps… Yeah, it was probably that. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and whisk him off to somewhere more private so she could question him about what he was and how he came to be, but now was not the right time for it.

"Good evening, Commander Carbon," she said with a pleasant smile, "I'm looking forward to it. What do you do within the Confederacy?" Much as she wanted to pretend otherwise, Madalena didn't really know much about the inner workings of the faction. She knew who the Knights Obsidian were, of course; she'd studied them for weeks before deciding to join. She also knew what the Mandragora and the Viceroyalty were. But beyond that, with the constant changes of the various divisions and the lack of cooperation with said other divisions, she didn't quite know what everything was.

As the child ([member="Zak Dymo"]) next to them stirred and moved to look at them, he caught Madalena's attention. Madalena was a sucker for kids. She adored them. Her smile went from pleasant and soft to an ear to ear grin and she waved at the kidlet, motioning with her head for him to come close if he so wished.

 

[Carbon]

He frowned again, for a moment, wondering how best to explain what he did. In the end, the simplest answer was often best. "Commander of the newly returned Clone Legion. We're soldiers, Pathfinder." He replies. It was vague on purpose - they hadn't been sent into actual combat yet, so he wasn't entirely sure what they were going to be used for. They had training - lots of it - but you could train for close quarters combat and be dropped out onto a salt plain to fight it out at long range.

Combat didn't care about training. It cared only about who survived.

Tracking [member="Scherezade deWinter"]'s eyes to [member="Zak Dymo"], he went through the mental checklist. Nautolan; homeworld - Glee Anselm; humanoid, but amphibious; head-tails used to analyze emotion. There were several prominent Jedi from Glee Anselm, at least in the past. The new Jedi Order records weren't exactly available to him. Still, it was odd to see a child here. Carbon was singularly unprepared for an alien child, but, thankfully, Madalena took contact.

That meant he'd be providing cover, but for now, the hall was still fairly tame and empty, and there wasn't anything for him to worry about. The kid was staring, though, and he found that Zak's black eyes reminded Carbon of his own. "Something wrong?" He asks the Nautolan, leaning against a forearm he propped on the table's edge to get a better look at the boy.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Knights Obsidian Table
Wearing: Kurta Tunic | Obsidian Ring (Pendant) | Beats (Music: Blah Blah Blah)
Wielding: EMT MedPac
Tags: [member="Carbon"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

"Something wrong?"

The young Nautolan's head perked up. The expressionless black eyes gazed back at the man for a moment, before the child blinked and looked around. When he looked back at the man, it was clear that the boy wasn't quite certain that the man was referring to him or not.

There was no one else around so... apparently?

The boy's nervousness was displayed in the lopsided smile that he offered, sheepishly. "Oh, I was just tryin' to 'member what a pathfinder was," the boy admitted, as though apologetic about the fact. "I'm still new to the Knights Obsidian. But I know that I'm an a... ad-ju-di-ca-tor..."

His rate of speech slowed down as he said it, as he was careful to articulate each syllable as though sounding out the word as though he wasn't entirely sure of it. Who came up with these names? Probably the same people who used multiple syllable words in everyday conversation.

Who did that?

"...I think," he added, with a quiet, bubbly laugh.

No, he wasn't sure.

The child gave a formal bow toward the two. Straightening back up, he explained, "I'm Zak. I'm a student at the Jedi hospital on Monastery."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Knights Obsidian Table
Wearing: Dress | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives
Tags: [member="Carbon"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | + Feel free to join

A soldier then. Madalena nodded, giving him a little smile. She knew little of soldiers within the Confederacy; the Knights Obsidian, while a unit of their own, didn't quite operate the same. She herself was more usually the person you dropped into a pile of enemies and then came back later to find her munching on some bantha jerkie while sitting atop of corpses waiting for the pickup.

However, when Carbon asked the kidlet if something was wrong, Madalena frowned. Soldier, sure, but that was just a kid. She looked at the boy looked around, trying to comprehend whether he was the one that had been addressed, and waited for his gaze to return to them so she could motion for him again that it was safe to come closer and join them.

"A Pathfinder is someone who does infiltration, among other things," she explained with a wicked little grin, "rather than face the enemy head-on, we go inside and break their toys before they realize we're even there. And then we usually join the Executors to help with the brute force thing."

He thought he was an adjudicator? Madalena blinked. She hadn't realized that actual children were part of their ranks. Did the child's parents even know? Sure, adjudicators weren't usually in the thick of the fighting, but still…

She fully intended to ask about it too, but then the child got up and bowed, giving his name. "I'm Madalena, and this here is Carbon," she introduced the two of them, "why don't you come sit with us?"

Turning her head then, the expression on Madalena's face gave away her slight confusion. The child, she now realized, didn't smell entirely like a Nautolan. She meant, yes, he did smell like a Nautolan, but not only that, just like Carbon smelled human but not really. And the differences between the two differences weren't identical either.

How curious.

Wait – Carbon had said… Clone legion. So he was a clone? Was that the strange scent that Madalena was picking up from him? She blinked again, looking at him, only now realizing she'd never actually been close enough to a clone to pick their scent up, but she'd always imagined they would cent the same way their original… File? Copy? Whatever the term was. "Are you a clone too, Carbon?" she asked, her interest now increasing towards the two strangers that she was quickly deciding on getting friendlier with.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Entrance
Attire: Red Kimono with Yellow Sash
Tags: To be added

Life day celebrations for Kurenai had not actually been in CIS space, herself opting to return to Atrisia and spend time with family for the holidays. It had come as a small surprise that said celebrations were still underway across the confederacy, most notable was the one on OrdPandor along with the open invitation to anyone that held a position among the CIS.

She was unsure if it was some political maneuver to get more notice among the social elite or just an excuse to have fun and party, either way it was a chance to continue relaxing and having fun. More over such an event would give herself a chance to properly mingle with others in the CIS before they were once again trusted back into the front lines of battle.

The Pathfinder had entered into the keep dressed in the typical Kimono of her people, her hair having grown quite a bit since she had last been in the presence of other Obsidian Knights. Her eyes and ears scanning the area for any noticeable or familiar people though was surprised with how small the crowd was, probably what happened when everyone was throwing celebrations, you slip attendees up to much.

Three people did stand out though, ([member="Scherezade deWinter"]) Madalena being the first to come into view, the young women seeming to be everywhere you went. Then again considering she didn't have a proper home besides the Knight quarters it was reasonable, still it was impressive to see her at every major event the CIS held. Standing not far away but approaching the table was quite the youthful looking Nautolan seeming to send out a light side presence, a student of some one perhaps?

The last person though caused Kurenai to hesitate, just next to Madalena was a white cladded trooper, donned in the same armor as a phase 2 clone trooper. Immediately she was cause of the man, keeping eyes looking onto his potion as she approached, unsure of if they were an actual clone. Ture the CIS did have Kamino, but from what she knew the Vicroy had opted not to weaponize clone troopers and only use the facilities if needed, more relying on the droid army.

She'd wait until conformation to show any hostility, the last time she jumped to conclusions some poor sod almost lost his head. Taking a deep breath she continued to approach the table, hands in sleeve and the most calm face she could muster.

[member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Carbon"]

 

[Rashae]

Doctor Rashae Lovous, Medical doctor and Genetic scientist, Minister of Science had received the invitation from the Minister of War of another Life Day party. It was the season of these functions. Last year she could skip it as she wasn't anything which allowed her to focus on classified projects. Now she had a title within the confederacy. She made a face as she couldn't refuse the invitation. The doctor went and dressed like a goddess for the party.

A medical corvette comes out of hyperspace and maneuvered to settle on an assigned landing pad close to Kenway keep. She had to cover up as it was rather chilly there. Her escort was a contingent of soldiers and special forces. She entered the palace and allowed her cloak to be taken. The unescorted Minister of science entered the grand hall with all the tables as she held her head high as the chamberlain announced her arrival. The woman glided down the stairs and to the hall. She was a look of perfection and grace.

Once she got to the central table area she smiled politely and inclined her head. “Minister Kenway thank you for the invitation. “ She would begin once at the central table for the leaders.

The raven haired beauty would incline her head towards other leaders. She took up a glass of champagne once offered in those delicate hands. Her skin was luminous with a shimmer it seemed as did the ice blue eyes match the snowy conditions. Her eyes caught Pathfinder Antares as she lifted her glass towards the blade. Despite her inability to address her correctly, she was effective in how she dealt with things.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] -- [member="Caesar Kenway"]

 

[Carbon]

"I'm a clone, yes." He responds, nodding faintly. "My template was 'Sarge' Potteiger, former Lord Protector of the Omega Protectorate and it's most decorated combat veteran." He couldn't even begin to fathom how that particular series of decisions had been made to bring his DNA into the Kamino facilities. He supposed that if you couldn't beat them, you may as well use them to pad out your armies. For a moment, he wasn't sure how to respond to Zak, but thankfully Madalena took care of that for him.

After a moment, he tilted his head. "A Jedi Student?" He asks, "I take it you're learning the healing arts." He'd said hospital, so that was the logical train of thought. Though, he could be recieving a basic, generic form of training before being sent to another installation to learn more.

He... hadn't really been told what to make of the Jedi.

A gloved hand rose, and he brushed his fingertips across a stubble-shaded jaw, black eyes narrowing as he contemplated the people before him. It was clear he had plenty to learn about the Confederacy still.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Location: Near by the Knights Obsidian Table
Wearing: Suit
Wielding: Nothing
Tags: [member="Alora Fae"]


Letting out a light sigh while tugging on his collar, Rylan scanned the table of those assembled so far, one he recognized by scanning the Knights data base, the other two he was unfamiliar with, and so he leaned up against the wall with a slight huff. To be completely honest, he was unsure of why he was here, it's not like he was really a core member of the faction, in fact he pretty much came and went as he pleased, until recently at least, a glance to his left, to the person closest to him, made a small smile creep across his face, Alora. This woman had changed a lot of the Sith's behaviour in the last number of months, she made him stop questioning his place, and rather kept him on track, fighting for his place in the galaxy.

Scanning her for a moment, he got a curious look on his face, then signed to her in the language of her people ~Are you sure we had to come? Social events are not my forte.~

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Knights Obsidian Table
Wearing: Kurta Tunic | Obsidian Ring (Pendant) | Beats (Music: Blah Blah Blah)
Wielding: EMT MedPac
Tags: [member="Carbon"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

"You're a clone?" the boy chirped brightly, his head-tails bouncing as the youngling perked up with a sudden burst of energy. "Me, too!" the young Nautolan remarked, his voice squeaking with enthusiasm as he edging slightly closer to Carbon.

Puffing out his chest, the green-skinned clone gestured back to himself with one thumb as he proudly proclaimed, "I'm Midi-Chlorian Manipulation Experiment Six-Two-Six." At least, that's what the Aurebesh on the aquarium had said, in the Sith laboratory where the Iron Legion had found the boy on Glee Anselm. "But, err'body jus' calls me Zak. That was the name of my clone template," the youngling amended, pausing for a moment as he thought about why that was.

"It's totes easier to say."

Midi-Chlorian Manipulation Experiment 626 would be a lot to put on a nametag. Plus, what kind of nickname would you get with that name? Midi? Mani? Chlorian?

Actually, Chlorian wouldn't be that bad. Yo, Chlorian!

"I take it you're learning the healing arts."

"Uhhhh...." the young Nautolan mused aloud at that question. "Mostly I just change a lot of bed pans and get told to go get stuff," the boy remarked, quite candidly. Pulling himself up into the chair next to Carbon, the boy stood on his knees as he added, "And meditate! Jedi, like... Jedi, like, meditate a lot. LIke, sooooo much."

Much zen. Many boring. "I usually fall asleep and then they get mad," the child added, swaying in the chair as his head rolled dramatically. It was super tragic!

 

[Saraya Arenais]

Location: Near the Knights Obsidian Table
Wearing: xxx
Tag: [member=Rylan Kordel]

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It came as second nature to correct Rylan's hand speech now, shifting his fingers an inch closer here or making sure his hand was a fraction straighter with certain words. The complex language was difficult for even the most seasoned adults, it was impressive how quickly he'd picked it up. Watching him always made her smile. 'Nsopuru na oru.' The foreign dialect flew quickly from her mouth like a bird taking flight, quick and smooth. She was trying to teach him a few words to go along with the signs, after all they weren't really meant for outsiders. Alora was almost certain if anyone back home found out about it she'd be in serious trouble. After she corrected all his signs she found herself wanting something else to smooth out. His collar, tie and shirt fit the bill perfectly. 'Honour and duty. I must be attending for these reasons today. You did not have to be, but I am happy you are.'

Once all was right with his suit, at least in her eyes, Alora scanned the crowd gathered in the festive hall. In all honesty she wasn't exactly pleased to be here either. It was hard to socialise properly when you spoke a lot like a toddler fresh out of creche. Her knowledge of basic was entirely that: basic. As per usual Alora didn't really know anyone else, which made it all the more awkward when she spoke. Her accent was often too thick for most people to grasp. All the more reason for her to be pleased that Rylan had come with her. Since their first meeting he had acted as a translator, a guide, a teacher and most importantly a friend. Alora was joined to him at the hip. A new and entirely strange sensation for the Ochotan warrior, but she couldn't deny she was enjoying his company.

Alora slipped her arm into his. They seemed to fit together incredibly well. Almost as if they were hand tailored to stand arm in arm, side by side. 'Anyi ga-eme nke oma. Anyia na-ejikota onu na mmadu na-aru oru zuru oke.'* She laughed at herself, though it wasn't an entirely untrue statement. Her social skills weren't the best, but only because of the language barriers. With Rylan there it was easier, he was her voice when nobody could understand and her words when she had forgotten how to speak them. In turn she mostly did all the talking for the two of them, only stopping to allow Rylan to fix a phrase here and there or translate something complicated. A mutually beneficial relationship on both sides. 'Let's join in before we are the left behind ones.' Alora gave him a gentle tug, dragging them both unwillingly to the sea of KO members.

* = We will do well. Together we almost make one fully functioning human.

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Location: Near by the Knights Obsidian Table
Wearing: Suit
Wielding: Nothing
Tags: Alora Fae

After the corrections, and her words to him, Rylan smiled and leaned in a little to run his nose with Alora's playfully before kissing her forehead, "I won't leave you to the wolves by yourself." was his soft spoken reply, trying desperately not to seem overly clingy and protective, but truth was, at this point he wasn't sure what he'd do without her. With their arms looped and the being gently tugged towards the others he let out a sigh, knowing full well she was right about both themselves and the reason she had to be here.

"There's nothing wrong with being left behind..." he murmured under his breath, knowing full well that she'd hear his comment. He found himself glancing at her once more, not being able to contain his smile as he studied her face a little more, she was definitely the most beautiful woman he'd laid eyes on in a long time. Looking back to the rest of the assembled knights, he nodded very slightly, prepping himself mentally for the rest of the night.

 

[Kyber]

Location: Viceroy table
Wearing: His droid chasis of course
Wielding: Nothing for once

Kyber arrived to the party with a very large present with multiple unarmed droids and one Nekghoul holding a holopad guarding it. If one listened close enough they would hear the sounds of some strange exotic creature inside it. This Kyber spent alot of credits bribing the security forces to let his present through without anyone finding out what was inside it.

Once Kyber took a seat he called one of the servants to him. "How may I assist you Viceroy uhhhh" The servant said. "This One is Viceroy Kyber if Kalinda. Please inform That One called Minister of War [member="Caesar Kenway"] that This One has heard That One likes exotic pets"

As Kyber watched as the server left to inform Kenway. Kyber would then notice that the wanna be droid organic Metal Lord Archim has been invited to the leaders seat even though currently it sems he had not came. It made Kyber wonder if the CIS believed he was the highest Metal Lord there was even though that title is meant for the sparklords.