Populate A Winter's Blessing | THR Life and Name Day Thread [Resource Hex]

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania Makko Vyres
Last post before Jonyna dips, I lost track of this thread ;.;​

Cora and Makko seemed to have slipped away at some point.

Darnit Vulpesen if you weren't so distracting, I wouldn't have to call you a nerd.

The next few minutes were spent trying to navigate the festival to try and find her sister again. Jonyna truthfully, hated crowds. Getting lost in them was easy, and she hated not having a sense of direction. In the jungle, that could get you killed. To her, planning out a manic, but calculated path was basically her entire philosophy in life.

But eventually, she found her.

"Cora!" She called out as she approached the two, taking a moment to catch her breath.

"You can't just...huff...sneak away from me like that, yeah? I had a present for you two."

After a moment of breath, she composed herself, and reached into her signature jacket, to pull out two small items. Both the same.

A pair of old school compasses. She smiled, offering one to each, cracking them open. Set into the roof of the lid, was a picture of each of them, each set for the other to see.

"My old boyfriend Giran did this for me when we were still just punk rebels. He told me 'to never forget your true north'. I figured I'd pass that on to you two, as a baby shower gift. I gotta get going soon, mom duties call, but...stay in touch?"

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Objective II - Ukatis Warriors Challenge (Axe and Archery)​

Event: Axe Throwing & Archery Competition Participation: To participate in either the axe or archery event (or both!), a buy-in of 5,000 UCS is required per event.

Mechanics:

• Each participant will make three (3) standard d20 dice rolls for their chosen event.
  
  • This can be done through the board dice mechanic or a screenshot discord roll.
• Your total score for the event will be the sum of these three rolls.
• Faction Sponsorship Option: For 10,000 UCS, a Faction may allow one (1) reroll for a chosen participant, to be used on one of their three dice rolls per event.

Winning:

• The individual with the highest cumulative score in the Axe Throwing event wins that event. The same applies to the Archery event, determining a separate winner. Prizes (Separate for each event winner):
• A split of the collective UCS buy-in pot for their respective event.
• A unique forum flair commemorating their victory.
• The esteemed privilege of submitting a name recommendation for the Dowager Princess Corazona's expectant child.

All credits pay to Aurelian Veruna


Axe Events:

Adelle Bastiel (5, 7, 2 = 14)

Aurelian Veruna (3, 4, 16 = 23)

Isla Reingard (13, 6, 3 = 22)

Phillip Slate (10, 1, 10 = 21)

Shade (7, 18, 12 = 27)

Lysander von Ascania (6, 5, 8 = 19)

Naniti (9, 15, 19 = 43)

Acier Moonbound (14, 17, 1 = 32)

Varin Mortifer (6, 18, X = X)

Nir Si (18,16, X = X)

Archery Event:

Elian Abrantes (9, 1, 20 = 30)

Corazona von Ascania (12, X, X = X)



Let me know if i've missed any rolls.

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[Lysander von Ascania]

Naniti Acier Moonbound Varin Mortifer​

The contact ignited warmth beneath the winter chill like a little secret he wouldn't dare name aloud. His posture softened just so, chin tipping. She did realize that was how habits formed, right? Not that he would've minded, which is why he didn't shy away. Lysander's thumb flexed once, but the curve on his mouth next was gentler.

“Oh, undoubtedly. I’m going to be insufferable about it.”

Another axe flew, the motion caught from the corner of his vision. For a second it looked promising, and he was already beginning to nod in approval. The blade bit, wobbled..

.. then slipped free, dropping with a certified holodrama anticlimatic thud.

While staring at it he barked out a laugh through his nose. Fate pulled him toward Acier. So that was how the evening was going to be.. the univser humbling them both.

"I wouldn't overthink it. Just one of those Mid Rim curses.. happens almost every time I come home."

He couldn't say he cared deeply. From the snippets caught in the training yard, their newest shadow had hands and knew how to swing a lightsaber with lethal grace. That was all the effectiveness needed.

Something else rolled through the space afterwards. One of those things you felt before understanding. A tug drew his attention higher. The sky opened and streaks dashed across it. One after another.. meteors. His gaze tracked the lights as they passed.. moving.. searching..

For the brightest star.. just like Lysander used to when he was small, back when his oldest sister used to read him stories about brave knights and magical omens. You were supposed to make a wish, weren't you? Whether another Ukatian fairtytale, or something told to children to make the world seem kinder, it didn't really matter. The idea that maybe, just maybe, the whole galaxy was pausing to listen for a moment.. he still thought that was pretty wonderful.

Another unconscious smile graced his youthful visage.

Lowering his gaze, he searched the crowds around them for another flash of blonde hair. It only offered strangers that weren't Corazona von Ascania . But.. the wish found its place all the same.

And because he was Lysander, hopeless and predictable, he wouldn’t be content with just one. The second knew exactly where to land, settling as twin emeralds found the violet Togruta. An index finger darted toward her side to deliver a playful poke. “Hurry! Make a wish before it’s gone!”

 

[Varin Mortifer]

“Theres always a chance to get the perfect throw.”

He picked up his last axe and looked at the blade.

“But to tell you the truth, my luck may not be as good as yours in this sport.”

He turned to face the target as he lined his stance up, bringing the axe up as if to aim it by pointing it towards the target. He then pulled his arm back and threw.

The handle again whistled in the air as the blade sailed towards the target. For a moment it looked as if it would veer off again, only to land with a satisfying thunk but an unsatisfying placement.

“Hm. I guess it's fair to say it is not the axe's fault for my performance today.”

He chuckled, then turned to the Cathar.

“May you hit your mark.”

Nir Si​

(Rolled 13)

 

[Dominique Vexx]

"A decision isn't necessary today, Ambassador. Our offer is not time-exclusive. Certain things in life are transactional, but not everything need be. Please, let the Queen know not all Corpos are the same, and I'm not opposed to proving it." Dominique smiled as the Princess sought to navigate the perils of the moment. It was far from the first time someone expressed... concern at someone like her being involved. Sometimes they ended up outright refusing help.

There was nothing Dominique could do but make an offer -- an exceedingly generous offer, if she might be allowed to say so herself. Forcing someone to do as she wanted was not her style. It was a large galaxy, and very few genuinely irreplaceable opportunities. Though she wouldn't explain that to someone like Liana. People tended to take it personally not to be held to the highest degree of importance. Dominique understood; she was far from the most selfless person in the galaxy.

"Delightful." Sibylla offered Liana to come with them, and the young woman accepted. Perhaps their time together would show they were all at least mostly Human.

It was difficult not to see Sularen coming. The man stood out in a world covered in snow. Well, that was unfair; he stood out in a crowded ballroom as well. Just the way the man held himself. When you got to that level of authority it was difficult not to have a certain poise. Dominique laughed quietly when he drew near. "Supreme Commander Sularen. Director Vexx, please. There's no need to entangle these festivities with politics." There was no need for any Republic-Imperial philosophical concerns to bar one another from engaging in a little civilized conversation. "Have you had the pleasure of meeting the Voice -- and at present Queen -- of Naboo Abrantes, and the Ambassador of Alderaan Organa? They're delightful company at a gathering such as this. As you might be in exploring all on display."

Would her companions be as receptive to the man as she? Who could say. Dominique wasn't ignorant of history or political complications; but as a Director of the Corporate Sector such things couldn't be allowed to influence good business deals. The same might not be true for Sibylla and Organa.

Sibylla Abrantes | Liana Organa | Marlon Sularen​

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"You're only slightly better than Zee."

Persephone nudged his shoulder with her own in a teasing manner. Zee was incredibly annoying at times but also incredibly helpful. She definitely had a love-hate relationship with the droid but in reality she didn't have many close friends. There was the friend group her parents approved of and hand picked, then Kiran but that was it. Not that she was complaining - it could be worse.

"Hmm...if we get hit by debris its not a bad way to go. Interesting to say the least I mean who else could say that, right?"

Kiran leaned in close and she chuckled, shaking her head slightly.

"So I don't count? Sounds about right."

Kiran Arlos​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Makko Vyres | Jonyna Si | Aurelian Veruna | Adelle Bastiel
​

Cora hummed once, from the back of her throat, surprised and pleased in equal measure. Makko's arrow had embedded itself into the target not far from her own.

"Are you sure you've never done this before,” came her playful suspicion, all bright eyes and smiles. That expression fell away - sharply - when a haughty snicker came from somewhere to her left. Cora threw a glacial stare over her shoulder, scowling at the young lord who quickly found somewhere else to be.

"That was really good," Cora injected warmth into her tone as she turned back to Makko. "Especially for your first time. I couldn't even hit the target when I began learning, so you're already off to a good start."

"Cora!" She called out as she approached the two, taking a moment to catch her breath.

"You can't just...huff...sneak away from me like that, yeah? I had a present for you two."

Before Cora could lift her bow again, a familiar voice cut through the din. The princess gave a sheepish smile before taking a step back from the range.

"My old boyfriend Giran did this for me when we were still just punk rebels. He told me 'to never forget your true north'. I figured I'd pass that on to you two, as a baby shower gift. I gotta get going soon, mom duties call, but...stay in touch?"

The compasses might've been less modern, but it was clear that they'd been well cared for. And the addition of the pictures - that was what made them truly special.

"Oh Jonyna, this is…so incredibly thoughtful." Cora's smile unfurled into something more genuine as she tucked the bow under her arm and received the compass to examine it closer. Her thumb brushed over the image of her husband inlaid to the curved surface of the cover. "Yes, certainly. We'll have to meet up soon when it's just us."

Closing the compass, she slipped it into the pocket of her robe.

"We know how busy you are, so it means a lot to us that you made the trip over."

"Cora," he called, smiling sharp. "I sincerely hope you are not doing archery while with child. Wildly irresponsible. I'll have to issue a decree."

A final smile for Jonyna tightened into an amused little purse as it leveled on the approaching form of Aurelian.

"Come now," Cora scoffed, "my aim isn't so poor that it would put her in danger."

One hand rested atop the swell of her stomach as she arched a brow, but the warmth in her expression refused to fade.

"You? Supervising? That's a shock." Quiet enough that it wouldn't be a huge interruption, loud enough he could hear.

Cora hadn't noticed the Mandalorian at first - not until she followed Aurelian's gaze over to the woman with a feline settled around her shoulders.

"I don't find it particularly shocking," she mused, good humor laced through her tone as she lifted her bow again. "He is something of a control freak."

Cora turned her attention, briefly, back toward the target. She nocked an arrow, drew back the string, and after several seconds of finding her aim, released her second shot.

 

[Makko Vyres]

"Come now," Cora scoffed, "my aim isn't so poor that it would put her in danger."

She would have felt his surge of annoyance. A moment later he realised that Aurelian had been joking and he felt quite embarrassed with himself.

Naturally, he had sided with Cora when she had told him about Aurelian's warnings about working with refugees. Then he had begrudgingly admitted that Cora probably shouldn't have been near anyone with off-world diseases when pregnant.

"Maybe you should stand on the other side of me though!" Makko laughed. The bow did not feel natural on his hands.

Closing the compass, she slipped it into the pocket of her robe.

"We know how busy you are, so it means a lot to us that you made the trip over."

"Thank you Jonya," Makko said.

He had few words for the moment. He didn't speak as well as his wife. Not that he couldn't jabber on when he got going.

It was all in the tone of his voice, the soft waver as he looked at the picture inlaid in the compass.

"Thank you," he repeated.

He fumbled with the bow again and a snigger rose from some of the young lords. They had heard that Corazona had married a young knight in secret, a warrior from the Jedi order.

Seeing him struggle brought them joy. An outsider stealing their Princess - and a commoner no less - caused much gossip.

Makko wasn't in the mood today. He looked at them until they made eye contact.

There was a soft thud. The movement had barely been visible, but his arm was extended towards the target. Makko hadn't even looked at it. The hilt of a knife was embedded right in the centre of the gold.

No one sniggered.

"Thought so," he muttered under his breath.

Now he was retired, he was going to have to cultivate his reputation as an assassin around court.

That done, Makko looked to Aurelian and his companion and offered a genuine smile.

"Are you both enjoying the festival?"

Adelle Bastiel

Discord Roll: 20.

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Location: Archuuuureee
Tags: Adelle Bastiel | Corazona von Ascania | Makko Vyres

Aurelian shot Adelle an incredulous look at her comment, brows lifting as if personally wounded. "I listen," he said, quietly indignant. "I simply reserve the right to disregard advice I find incorrect."

He turned back just in time to hear Cora's assessment. His mouth curved, pleased despite himself. "I am not a control freak," he corrected smoothly. "I just happen to know better than most people. Statistically speaking, it would be irresponsible of me not to intervene."

Cora drew again, and Aurelian took a step back out of habit, eyes tracking the line of her shoulders and the set of her stance. The arrow snapped forward and landed just shy of perfect. He let out a low whistle. "Nearly dead on," he said. "You've been holding out on us."

Then Makko moved.

The arrow appeared, crossed the space, and buried itself cleanly in the gold center of the target. The laughter died instantly. Aurelian blinked once, very deliberately, then nodded to himself.

Right. Do not antagonize the commoner.

He relaxed, smile returning as Makko addressed them. "We are." Aurelian replied easily. He glanced sideways at Adelle. "And I've made a new friend."

Aurelian turned slightly, lifting his voice just enough to carry. "Lady von Ascania," he called, then hesitated, eyes flicking briefly to Makko. "And Lord… von Ascania," he added, committing to it with confidence. What was Makko now? Surely he filtered into his wife's family now?

He gestured to Adelle. "This is Adelle. Mandalorian. Professional party crasher. She's decided to test her hand at archery after I very graciously defeated her at axes."

He looked back at Adelle, eyes bright with challenge. "You're up," he said. "Life Day is going exceptionally well," he added. "No one's died yet. A personal victory."

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[Kiran Arlos]

Persephone Dashiell
​

Kiran huffed a soft laugh at the shoulder bump, the warmth of it lingering even as he kept his eyes on the meteors a moment longer. Her teasing didn't bother him, if anything, it steadied him, familiar and comfortable in a way few things were.

When she claimed getting hit by debris wouldn't be a bad way to go, he shook his head with a quiet, incredulous smile, breath misting in the cold.

"Only you would say that," he murmured, tone fond despite the words. "Most people aim for something a little less… dramatic."

He shifted his weight slightly so their shoulders brushed again, subtle, deliberate, before leaning in just enough that she'd hear him clearly over the whisper of wind skimming the hilltop.

"I just meant it's…different," he added, choosing his words with care. "Watching something like this alone is impressive. Watching it with someone who actually notices things, who makes it better, that matters."

A small, crooked smile followed, light but sincere.

"If falling space debris is how this ends, I'm glad it's not with a droid narrating my final moments."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Well, I'm not most people."

Persephone felt Kiran move in closer, talking low as he commented on the meteor shower and the presence of droids. The fact he was all but whispering was amusing to her. They seemed to be one of the only ones on the hilltop. A few scattered around but not lingering. Most were at the market and the various other amusements such as axe throwing.

Turning her head, Persephone deliberately reached out a grabbed Kiran's shirt, kissing him lightly on the lips before he could move. Why did she do it? He was acting cute in the moment. Besides she was certain their interactions had been building to some type of kiss. Persephone wasn't blind, she could see how the boy looked at her. An incredibly cute idiot that, unfortunately for him, was attracted to her. Poor guy.

Letting go of his shirt, she grinned.

"Just in case you get killed by falling space debris."

Kiran Arlos ​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

​

Objective I - Lights of the Ovli Market
Interacting with: Dominique Vexx Liana Organa Marlon Sularen

"I am glad," Sibylla replied warmly when Liana agreed to join them, and again when she promised to relay any offers of assistance to her mother. It was reassuring to hear, even if the road ahead remained uncertain.

They had only just begun making their way toward the dais when a new voice called out, addressing Dominique directly. Sibylla's steps slowed a fraction as she turned, curiosity flickering to life in her hazel eyes.

Supreme Commander Sularen.

The name stirred something faintly familiar, though it eluded her. Sibylla's attention was most often claimed by Naboo, the Mandalorian Empire, and the Crown Worlds, and whatever thread tied him to the wider galaxy slipped just beyond her grasp.

Still, she followed Dominique's lead without hesitation, offering Marlon Sularen a composed incline of her head. If anything she would take her cues from the Denonite.

"Welcome to Ukatis's Name Day festival," she followed suit in a gracious and cordial manner.

"We are headed to the dais to give our congratulations to Lady von Ascania and her consort."

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Persephone Dashiell
​

For a heartbeat, Kiran forgot how to breathe. One moment he was sitting close, trying very hard to seem composed, and the next, her hand reached for his shirt, pulling him in before his mind even caught up.

The kiss was light. Quick. Soft enough that he might have doubted it happened at all if not for the unmistakable rush of warmth flooding his chest and the faint ghost of her lips lingering against his own.

By the time she pulled back, he was frozen in place, eyes only slightly wide, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and something dangerously close to hope. Persephone's grin didn't help. It knocked whatever remained of his composure sideways.

He blinked, swallowed, and managed a single, quiet exhale that turned into a laugh, shaken, startled, but warm.

"That's…" He tried again, voice lower, steadier. "That's one way to prepare for falling space debris."

He looked at her fully now, something soft and unguarded in his expression, a smile on his face.

"Just so you know," he added, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "That's probably going to be the last thing I think about if anything does fall out of the sky."

The meteor shower continued above them, silver fire streaking through the dark, but Kiran barely glanced at it. Persephone had become the moe beautiful thing to look at.

He spoke once again, more guarded and careful, as evident as the slow cadence of his question. "So, do this mean you trust me?"

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Hmm, that's one thing to think about as a molten rock careens towards your skull. The other, more sensible option, would be to move."

At least she had startled him in a good way. It meant she still had it - the ability to surprise the average teenage boy. Persie had doubted she had lost some of her skill but it seemed a lack of practice hadn't knocked her out of the game. Poor guy couldn't even breathe correctly. Her little kiss was going to keep him up for weeks at this rate.

Perfect.

Head craned back up at the meteor shower. It was still fairly intense. Persephone would have suspected it would have fizzled out by now. Unlike Kiran, she didn't read the pamphlet so she had zero clue. Maybe a comet passing by causing the intense show. Part of the beauty for her was the mystery. Knowing would ruin it.

Out of her corner of her eye she caught Kiran staring at her, followed by his question.

"Eighty...maybe eighty-five percent. That's actually not bad."

Kiran Arlos​

 

[Vulpesen]

"I'm sorry that I haven't reached out to thank you properly - years ago, you saved my younger sister." Cora leaned forward, offering Vulpesen a deep bow of her head. "You have my gratitude and appreciation."

Vulpesen returned the bow with a respectful incline of his own, his tail swishing behind him. "I remember that. One of my finer moments in an operation that was certainly worthy of my attention. I hope she's been doing well." Then, as swiftly as their conversation had begun, it was ended. Cora's husband, it seemed, was in a hurry to see more of the night than a pair of stuffy saber wielding politicians. Corazona was whisked away, followed swiftly by the striped cathar who hadn't even deigned to give the Valde a proper reaction to his lighthearted teasing.

He held back a snort of laughter, settling instead for a small chuckle as he turned his golden eyes to Ra'a'mah . "Ah, to be young again, darting from fancy to fancy with the certainty that every little thing is a crisis. I almost miss the days." For a Zorren, Vulpesen was far from old, but having grown up with a human perspective, there were times he felt his years far beyond those he had left. It was a feeling he was fairly certain that his companion could share, if she hadn't come to realize it already. "It seems we've done enough for initial appearances," he said as he offered his arm, "shall we see what more this Life day evening has to offer?"

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Tags: Aurelian Veruna | Corazona von Ascania | Makko Vyres

"I don't find it particularly shocking," she mused, good humor laced through her tone as she lifted her bow again. "He is something of a control freak."

Cora turned her attention, briefly, back toward the target. She nocked an arrow, drew back the string, and after several seconds of finding her aim, released her second shot.

Adelle watched the arrow find its mark near the center, the princess being apparently an expert. She wished she had a mug of something alcoholic now to hide behind.

"I defer to your judgement," she said, cursing herself for suggesting archery to Aurelian. "Both times I've run into him, he's been slacking off."

Kriff, why did she suggest archery? She hadn't expected the politicians to be here but why wouldn't they be partaking in their own party? Now she was going to embarrass herself by attempting something she'd tried twice in her life in front of--

Phantom bumped her head against her jaw, purring loudly in her ear. The soft fur and thunderous sound grounded her, stopping the spiral. Adelle felt some of the tightness in her chest uncoil, tension melting from her shoulders. Adelle reached up to rub Phantom's chin. This was fine. An audience to her failure was fine. It wasn't likely they'd even remember her name. Hells, it wasn't likely she'd ever see them again.

Adelle inclined her head as Aurelian introduced her, breathing a little easier now.

"He's only saying that because he lost the crown of Naboo," Adelle said when he mentioned how "graciously" he beat her. An eyebrow rose when he said that nobody dying yet was a personal victory.

"No one died at the jousts on Nessantico either. Or the yacht party," she pointed out. "Or do they not count?"

Adelle walked over to the racks and set down Phantom, who maowed plaintively at being in the snow again. Picking up a bow, she grabbed three arrows and walked to a lane. She tried to remember what that one clanmate had said about drawing a bow, nocking the arrow, and aiming. Well, whatever. She could beat just about anyone here. The Lord and Lady von Ascania excluded. She could feel their Force presences, just as sure as they'd sense hers.

With a quick prayer to whatever gods there were that she wouldn't embarrass herself, she drew and released the arrow.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Makko Vyres Aurelian Veruna Adelle Bastiel | Open to visitors!

"Nearly dead on," he said. "You've been holding out on us."

"Naturally," she replied. If they didn't have onlookers, perhaps she would've chalked it up to luck.

Cora hummed once, approvingly, when the knife embedded itself into the center of the target. It was a sharp reminder of the way Makko had honed his skills as a Jedi shadow.

She wouldn't begrudge her husband for failing to follow the rules of an archery range. Not when the precision of his blade had pierced the aristocratic snickering that came from the sidelines. There were many in the courts of Ukatis that hadn't been receptive to her marrying a commoner. The corners of her lips lifted in a proud little smile.

Good. Show them what you're worth.

"We are." Aurelian replied easily. He glanced sideways at Adelle. "And I've made a new friend."

A brow lifted. Friend was not a word she'd grown accustomed to hearing from Aurelian. She said nothing to her husband being addressed as Lord von Ascania, but the line of her lips did purse as though she were holding back laughter.

She nudged Makko gently with her elbow.

"Given how picky Aurelian is when it comes to enjoying the company of others, I'd take that as high praise. Welcome to Ukatis, Adelle. You can call me Cora," she gestured to herself, then to her consort, "and Makko."

"He's only saying that because he lost the crown of Naboo," Adelle said when he mentioned how "graciously" he beat her. An eyebrow rose when he said that nobody dying yet was a personal victory.

Appraising eyes looked on as Adelle nocked her arrow to the tune of a disgruntled feline. Cora bent at the waist and lowered her knees - as much as her stomach would allow her to - and offered a hand to Phantom.

With a muted thuk, the arrow landed at the inner red ring of the target. Cora's other brow lifted, her gaze tilting toward Aurelian. "Are you certain that she didn't let you win?"

Perhaps it was the Force's will that guided her arrow true. Perhaps it was skill. Or maybe, a secret third thing.

"You've done this before, Lady Adelle?"

Straightening herself out, she nocked her final arrow.

"In the spirit of Life Day, I’d prefer if everyone here kept their lives intact.” Cora drew back on the bowstring, then released her third shot. “At least for the evening.”

 

[Makko Vyres]

MAKKO

Adelle Bastiel

. "Lady von Ascania," he called, then hesitated, eyes flicking briefly to Makko. "And Lord… von Ascania,"

Makko pulled a brief grimace at that. He didn't mind the surname, it was the idea of being called a Lord.

He was pretty certain he hadn't earned such a title by Ukatis traditions either.

. "This is Adelle. Mandalorian. Professional party crasher. She's decided to test her hand at archery after I very graciously defeated her at axes."

"Given how picky Aurelian is when it comes to enjoying the company of others, I'd take that as high praise. Welcome to Ukatis, Adelle. You can call me Cora," she gestured to herself, then to her consort, "and Makko."

"Hi," went Makko. His detractors silenced, he was back to his typically easy mannerisms.

"Lovely to meet you."

Makko was just fine. He could have lived with either Knight Vyres or Knight von Ascania. He imparted as much towards Cora through the Force. Something to talk about later.

He picked up the bow again. It felt wrong. It was one thing to watch someone. It was quite another to try and put his body through the motions.

His arrow clipped the riser and struck the target at an angle. The point was just inside the black. He was lucky to have struck the target at all.

He didn't supposed the knife embedded right in the centre or the gold counted, but it had made him feel better.

"I might like to try this again," he laughed. "Definitely need help."

Rolled: 5 on Discord

 

[Atham Harek]

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Ah, children. The gift of life. The joyous laughter. The wondrous gift-giving of laughter and.... and Lieutenant Harek didn't know. He had no children nor wife to call his own (despite the claim from a lying, conniving woman intent on squandering his money and inheritance!), so the concept of gift-giving to a child was foreign to him. What to give a child? Toys? Books? A firearm? A sword, perfect for stabbing? A riding cane? Something to light the housefire?

He stood near a table of gifts, intended for the mother-to-be. Security guards were watchful, ensuring no ne'er-do-well were to say, plant a bomb, virus, or some Sith contraption that was convolouted and ultimately ending in a destructive event. They seemed all the rage these days! Rituals and doomsday machines and devices. Much too nefarious, in his taste. Villainy was to be respected, but the tom foolery about destroying a planet or humming your negative feelings into a giant energy beam of hatred to split a planet in half, well. Not for him.

What was for him, however, was a gift. It was much too difficult to steal a gift, but-

Swapping the tags, of the gift card he bought her to a nearby cafe in the amount of a few credits (he'd enlisted the help of a servant to put "whatever was in his purse" that he threw at the servant. The purse contained nearly 40,000 credits. The servant bought a gift card worth 30,000 and spent the rest on a lavish shopping day. Atham was none the wiser), to a much larger, more lavish looking gift. A much larger box, too!

He smiled towards the dais, and the guards, and the people around. He was light-fingered, from women's lingerie to relative's pockets. It translated well into soldiering. He just liked to practice now and again.

Ah, Life Day.

He might've not cared for children, but he did care for the holiday centered around drinking and women feeling lonely. His eyes turned around to the crowd, eager to find one such loose woman. He grabbed a nearby mug of warm.... well he had no idea. He wasn't particularly cultured in that aspect, the drink of the poorer folk of the galaxy. He spiked it, however, with a flask from his uniform jacket. Fine brandy, for a fine night, and looking for a fine woman. An adjustment of his fine beret, his uniform, and he was off to the races.

He hummed to himself happily, walking away from the gift-giving pile. He might have been a fan of decadence, lavishiness, but even he of all people didn't have an entire area to give him gifts. But then the thought occurred to him- why didn't he? He certainly could have. People of higher class were easy to guilt into giving gifts. Case and point.

Ah, there was always next year....

 

[Liana Organa]

Marlon Sularen Sibylla Abrantes Dominique Vexx​

Vexx didn't press the matter much further. Both women seemed to content to have Liana tag along, and continue enjoying the festivities with a sense of holiday cordiality.

Just as they had begun to move, another individual sought the opportunity to speak with them, or more specifically, with Dominique. Liana had never seen him before, and her knowledge of intergalactic politics was still fledgling, but the title alone made her scoff, "'Supreme Commander'?" Argue the nuances of corpo directors all you want, but nothing good ever came from a guy calling himself Supreme Commander.

"I am Junior Ambassador Organa," She pointed herself out, raising a finger, "So uh, who are you?" Liana asked bluntly, in search of a straightforward answer.