Ahhhhhhhh

[Ashin Varanin]

ZELTROS
A BEACH

The party stretched the length of the beach. Alec had brought the liquor, all of it, plus a blaster and a swimsuit of some brevity. Currently, she was lying on a beach chair, wearing a straw hat and the abbreviated swimsuit in question, sipping a Vaapad Lesson.

The One Sith had fallen. The Republic had too. So far as she was concerned, it was a good day.

All the party lacked was some music.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Sitting on a rock on the beach. So much fighting had been done in the past decades. He himself participated in some of it. Usually he enjoyed it, but this day was a different. This day he just wanted to sit back and relax to enjoy the historic event that had occurred.

So he sat there, a wooden instrument with 6 steel strings in hand, playing some relaxing tunes while enjoying the sun that wasn't actually hitting his skin because of all the clothing he wore. Why? He forgot his sunscreen.

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

It was certianly a day. Did Aleidis have mixed feelings about the Republic wavering, and perhaps beginning the slow, controlled descent into obscurity? Absolutely. But as much as she'd fought for what it could be, the reality had ever let her down. The reality of a lot of things let Aleidis down, actually. But between work and the very stressful life that was being semi-retired, the former Chancellor of the Republic felt that maybe, just this once, she could allow herself to indulge in a little schadenfreude. The senate had impeached her as she lay dying, killing a man who'd destroyed planets, so maybe having a couple of mai-tais and a grin while lounging in the sun was a fair and moderate response.

The Ghostling sat up on her beach chair to adjust her wide-brimmed straw hat, her prosthetic arm laying on a towel beside her. With her remaining arm, she scooped up a tall glass filled with something colourful and fruity, and clinked it against the brim of whatever [member="Alec Rekali"] was drinking before leaning to the other side to pass the celebration on to her wife with a slightly caustic grin. As much as Aleidis had suffered for the Republic's good health, perhaps Codi had suffered equally for having to keep her together through all of it. Today was a celebration for them both.

 

[Codi Zrgaat]

Codi could have been on Zeltros for any number of reasons.

She could have been there to celebrate the dissolution of the Sith, or the end of the same corrupt and decadent autocracy masquerading as the Republic that she'd left a decade ago. She could have been there to plug her bar, troll for business for someone who wanted to taste the exotic delights of a tiny speck of Coruscant on a backwater in the middle of nowhere. She could have been there to pick up on Zeltron mixing techniques and new flavors for that selfsame bar.

But she wasn't there for any of that. Codi Zrgaat wandered a beach on Zeltros barefoot, wearing far less than what was technically legal as a "swimsuit" on most core worlds, because [member="Aleidis Zrgaat"] was there. Bare orange toes kicked up a tiny wave of sand onto Alei's legs as Codi whirled into a seat in the sand right beside her, partaking of a glass of- "KKHGK!!" She coughed and grinned down at her glass. "Dang, that's got sum kick. Gonna have t'git the recipe fer this one, too."

And she smiled. Not because corruption had take two massive blows today, or because a huge weight had been lifted off of the galaxy's shoulders, but because Aleidis looked relaxed. She looked well and truly at peace, for the moment. That was worth far more to Codi than any fleeting "victory."

 

[Joza Perl]

The beach was certainly crowded today, Joza noticed. But it was only a fleeting thought, as she turned back towards the water to survey a gaggle of scantily clad young women as they splashed and played in the surf. The Zeltron had decided to take some of her dancers on a little vacation to her home world, known to be the Galaxy’s relaxation destination. It seemed that quite a few others had the same idea, if the heavily crowded beach was any indication.

She smiled as she drifted a bit closer to her group, watching as the Twi’leks, Zeltrons, Humans, and other assorted humanoid species that worked for her frolicked in the wake of the Republic’s fall into the shadows. Perhaps it didn’t mean too much to them, considering how they lived in protected Silver space.

Joza’s serene smile would soon fade into shock as a petite blue skinned Twi’lek girl closed in from behind and proceeded to rip off the Zeltron’s bathing suit top. Before Joza could do anything, the cheeky dancer had thrown it further into the ocean’s rolling waves. All she could do was roll her eyes and sink lower into the temperate waters. Whatever. At least I’m not a flat chested nymph.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

The Republic was gone. The One Sith had crumbled. Today was a beautiful day. There were still far too many Jedi in the Galaxy, meddling, preaching and being a general nuisance and the Sith were bound to return from the shadows...as usual.


But as far as Elpsis was concerned, this was a cause for celebration. A blight had been removed from the Galaxy. She was not drunk yet, but was probably well on the way. Her swimsuit covered as little as the censors would allow Two very curvy, adventurous girls, a Zeltron and a Togruta, were with her. She could kinda, sorta not really remember their names. Eh, whatever. They had fun dancing along with a bunch of other people. Dahomian dances tended to be rather wild. Being an empath, she soaked up the joy, satisfaction or smugness many amongst the crowd felt.

 

[Leos Palle]

MUSIC.

What party didn't have music? What was this nonsense? Of course music was on the agenda, it just hadn't yet arrived! Except it had! Roadies were currently quickly setting up a stage on the beach, and a whole bunch of musical equipment and other such odds and ends, including some nice banners indicating that Underground Revival was going to be performing there soon. Word would no doubt spread, and more people would be showing up to hear one of the most popular musical numbers throughout the galaxy! Once they arrived, of course. The roadies always arrived before the band did.

They were coming though. Soon.

[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Nawago"] [member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Sound check...

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Bryce was planet side by this time and looking to release some sonic poetry on the already joyous crowd. Taking his instrument of mass sadness destruction in hand he began to quickly play some practice riffs, all the while adjusting the strings to get the sound he was looking for. As he did he caught sight of his fellow red some distance down the beach. He was about to wave and go over then he saw a blue skinned Twi'lek remove her... top. Stopping mid cord Bryce was awestruck till [member="Joza Perl"] slide down a little more into the water. Smiling to himself he chuckled before saluting his friend.

"It's a good day indeed."

Spoiler

[member="Kytra Odran"] - Checking in

 

[Zak Dymo]

You want a sound check?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVtRDxm0txw​

His bass mando was plugged into an amplifyer.

The boy had his shirt off. Green skin shining underneath the Zeltros sun as he strummed at the instrument clad in a pair of board shorts. The fourteen head-tails whipped back and forth about his shoulders as he swayed, like dreadlocks swinging in the breeze. His feet plied into the soft, warm sand, as he started to lose himself in the rhythm and the music.

It wasn't for the audience.

It wasn't for the attention.

It was for the roadies. It was for the band. It was for the Nautolan who liked nothing better than to pick up an instrument and jam with people he liked, and offer up a piece of himself for their enjoyment.

And maybe for the golden haired Atrisian girl he hoped might be on that beach, waiting for him to finish so that they could take a long walk on the beach together.

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[member="Kytra Odran"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Sia Ike"]​

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Sia would be standing not too far from the ocean when she saw the love of her life standing a ways away from her and her heart melted. She loved it when he played music for her and she had never seen him without a shirt so that was extra special and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him she would start his way. She was wearing a cute pink bikini that she had bought for this exact party and she was praying that he would be here and her prayers had been answered. She would finally make it to him and smile and begin to sway.

[member="Zak Dymo"]

 

[knight_of_fire98]

[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

The Stormtrooper was on a deep cover mission for the First Order, to infiltrate the beach party and find a rebound girl for the powerful Mon Cal so he'd quit pining over his old apprentice, or to help the two end whatever feud lies between them and rekindle their strange romance. Of course, this was strictly off the books -if your definition of a book was resigned to a set of pages made from paper, set between two covers, and not a lengthy digital record of the Stormtroopers entire life within the corps. Accessible to any First Order military personal authorized to go through such personal information-. Though CT-47B had also signed and filed all the necessary paperwork required for 'shore leave', yet they were also technically not books.

With this is mind, he intended to make the most of this break, and as such attempted to blend in like a normal citizen. Wearing the white and black blocked shorts provided to him by the volunteer shore leave preparation committee, and a pair of fliplops -which much to his pride, he knew to wear without socks-. In his hand however, he was holding something quite different than what he usually carried onto foreign, possibly hostile worlds. A white plastic cup in the shape of a First Order helmet, rife with minor errors in the design the souvenir sellers back in First Order space would have never been allowed to make. With a straw poking out from the back of the helmet from which he'd take the occasional sip. A pina colada. Not always thought of as the manliest drink in the universe, but when you're 6,6 and in peak physical condition according to the stringent standards imposed by First Order requirements, have little experience of life outside of a starship, and have access to some of the galaxies most advanced gym facilities. Those worries seem to fade away.

He wandered down the beach and paused beside [member="Bryce Bantam"] as the women began to undress. Something that he had observed at several officer events usually occurred when people were much drunker.

But he did not complain. This was one alien custom he could quickly get used to.

 

[Isar]

An Ewok started doing body shots off a Hutt.

[member="Rekali the Hutt"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

What's this? Someone was building up a stage for a band? Now this certainly caught Azalus attention. Hm, what style would they play? What tunes would they bring? He was all giddy to find out.

Then he realised they would be louder than he was with his ol' little acoustic thing.

His eyes narrowed and he stared at the band as they started playing. They were standing there, playing their music, having fun, being louder. That infuriated Azalus. He needed to stop this. There was no way he would let this slide. So he jumped off of the rock and started walking towards the stage, pushing through the crowd of people until he was able to actually climb onto the stage by athletically dodging security as they tried to stop him. He held his hand close to his weapon, ready to unleash the fury that the band had stirred within him. He pointed at [member="Bryce Bantam"].

"You." He drew his weapon. "I challenge you to a duel!" His weapon turned out to be a conveniently placed electric model of the instrument he was playing earlier.

[member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Kytra Odran"]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akjUcRHSPdU

 

[Leos Palle]

[member="Zak Dymo"]'s sound check was rocking. She couldn't help but grin as she walked in to hear it, dressed for the occasion. The first thing she did was run a hand over her Synthesizer with a smile. Then she turned to see [member="Bryce Bantam"] staring at a topless Zeltron. Yeah, it was going to be one of those nights, but what could they expect from Zeltrons? It was like a constant floozy fest on Zeltros, but hey, it was a gig and Underground Revival wasn't going to disappoint! So long as they actually got to play. [member="Nawago"] and [member="Veino Garn"] were still getting adjusted, but it was time for sound checks at the moment, so she did a brief one herself:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVj2X_S13iw

And about the time she finished, some guy walked up with a guitar, [member="Azalus"], pointed at Bryce, and challenged him to a guitar duel.

"Come on, Bryce. We've got a show to do. Just say no so we can get this party rocking!"

[member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="CT-47B"] [member="Sia Ike"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Codi Zrgaat"] [member="Aleidis Zrgaat"] [member="Alec Rekali"]

 

[TC-91]

Nawago arrived at the beach a bit late, but just on time to set up all of his equipment. The fall of the One Sith was definitely an amazing occurrence. Less evil and bloodthirsty savages in the galaxy. On the other hand, the Republic slowly died off as well. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that one of the good major powers was going down was unsettling, whereas they were a bit TOO good for his tastes. Not willing to be a little brutal to get rid of villains. All of the assembling people to celebrate was a refreshing sight, as there was a moment of happiness through all of the fighting.

Maybe now was a good time to mention that he's only ever played a guitar a few times before... Or not, it didn't matter too much.

Spoiler

[member="Kytra Odran"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Veino Garn]

Whether the galaxy believed it or not, Veino had skills that did not involve a lightsaber or insurgency. In fact, he had many. Perhaps the most potent were his abilities as an empath. But interestingly enough, he was also quite wizard at the keyboard. It had been a hobby of his growing up and he had kept up with it best he could in the following years, but his return to the Underground, now stuck in one place in the Kathol Outback, had found a rather interesting thing going on. A band had been created, both to be a band and to be a front. They needed a keyboard, so here he was.

A beach party on Zeltros was really not where he preferred to be, but it was a good place for a first gig. Last time he had been there had been when the One Sith had attempted to sack the planet. Far darker times than here on the beach. But still, it reminded him of home, and hanging out on the beaches around Yumfla, if with more nudity this time. That was to be expected in this situation. But it was time to have a sound check. His keyboard had already been set up and Veino strode up to it, dressed in band gear rather than traveling gear.

Someone challenged their guitarist to a duel of sound, which was interesting. Veino had never seen that before. But that wasn't his concern. Nobody would get killed in a guitar duel. It was fine. Maybe even added something to their mystique as a band.

But he began to practice some jams, bouncing to the rhythm.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Bryce look over at the stiff dude [member="CT-47B"] drinking the fruit drink next to him. Not they may have different tastes in liquid refreshment but their eye for beauty was one in the same. Giving the dude a friendly slap on the back he motioned over for security.

"Go get her man, just watch out."

Bryce smiled as he watched security came to escort him off stage, but before he saw what happen to the man he was distracted by six stringed warrior [member="Azalus"] who decided to throw down.

"You." He drew his weapon. "I challenge you to a duel!"

Before Bryce could respond the most excellent spirit of rock came over him and guided his next words.

"Brother, let us not be heinous with one another. Has the force not blessed us with this beautiful day. Not provided the most excellent of babes to behold and the most tasty of liquid refreshment?"

Bryce instead of a challenge held out a beer to his would-be rival.

"Come join me fellow axe hero, the stage is built for rocking and the company is ready to melt faces. Let is not waist our energies upon one another but join them to destroy minds with the glory of music."

Should he accept, he would be welcomed to rock out as a guest member of the band so the performance can begin all were now assembled and soon the music would flow like beer from a can into the waiting mouth of a thrusty frat boy.

[member="Kytra Odran"] | [member="Nawago"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Zak Dymo"]d

 

[Atlas Kane]

Azalus had to admit, that was a karking good speech. This man had the spirit of rock within him, something the Masked Gunslinger deeply respected, for not many were fortunate enough to claim they did.

"Hm, you're right. Let's not waste these tunes in a fight. May our anthems of rock make these frets ignite, so that this musical fire can burn all night!"

With that Azalus stepped in line with the rest of the band, preparing his six-stringed weapon of mass face-meltstruction. It was a rare opportunity to play for the masses with such talented individuals and the Gunslinger would certainly enjoy every rockin' moment of it.

"Let's jam."

[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Nawago"] [member="Kytra Odran"]

 

[Leos Palle]

A guest rocker? Well, she supposed that was alright.

"Alright guys. It's time. I'd give us an intro, but I think we should let the music do the talking!"

She grinned as everyone got into position. Even Veino seemed in tune with the spirit of the endeavor. Yes, this was going to be something to behold. She stepped back over to her Synthesizer and gave everyone the thumbs up sign. When she got the high sign that everyone was ready, even the new guy who was joining them, she got them started off with a little breathy air, knowing full well that the others would no when to kick in. She grabbed her mic at just the right second, lifting it to her mouth.

"Drop dead cynical!"

And so the song would begin.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdyExxpd3Pg

[member="Azalus"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Nawago"] [member="Zak Dymo"]

 

[Zak Dymo]

Warmed up from his earlier practice, the Nautolan started head-banging.

The head-tails whipped back and forth with the motion, as the teen's hands nimbly darted across the strings of the bass mando. The sound was a little heavier than his solo stuff, but he could still get into the rhythm and the sound.

There were a few breaks where the bridge allowed Veino's keyboards to shine, the Nautolan taking the pause to reach a hand up and sweep the mass of tendrils back behind him before he jumped back into the sound with the electric bass.

Plus there was a blonde haired padawan in a bikini. So safe to say the boy might have been showing off a little.

[member="Kytra Odran"] | [member="Azalus"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Nawago"] | [member="Sia Ike"]​