Be our Guest

[Claire Organa]

Some of the best stationery came from Walalla it was called Walallan Vellum and so unique was this stationery that it came delivered with it's own letter. Walalla was in unclaimed territory right now between the Galactic Alliance and the First Order. It was hoped that representatives from both sides would come. However one never knew who would came since invitations went out across the galaxy for these events.

But tonight Walalla was doing something else she hoped to be noted for, it was playing host to a small fashion forum, and corporate get together. It was the time that corporations, people, and fashion could meet in once place do some networking and maybe, with a little luck get some new clients.

Claire was no different, she had taken a few steps back months ago just keeping her business on Alderaan and working with the Nobility, and her existing clients. But it seemed that most of her clients were moving on in life even if she was standing still some, but one thing she always enjoyed these get togethers.


The Nebula Hotel was the host for the venue. Claire was anticipating a grand evening, and if all went well when everything died down she could get in some time to relax.

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Agenda​

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5-6 Cocktails in the Wayfare Bar​

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6-7 Dinner served in the The Glass House Dining Room​

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Dessert on the South Veranda​

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Dancing in the Starlight Room​

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Meeting rooms are available throughout the event​

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Cassie Choi walked along next to Jean Paul Renaud; the pair approached the event venue. The young Seoularian woman had agreed to be the Bespin designer’s plus one for the evening… even if she had obviously not been his first choice. Tonight she was dressed in a short black dress, nude heels, and a light coat to top it all off. She’d never been to this world before, but it was close enough to home to make an easy trip. She couldn’t pass up the chance to rub elbows with some of the influential people in the fashion industry. As an artist, she hoped that perhaps some of her paintings could be made into textiles. And it never hurt to expand one’s circle.

“So, you really don’t know where she is now?” Jean Paul asked, grabbing the sleeve of her trench coat.

The two stopped walking before they reached the doors of the Nebula Hotel, and stepped to the side to have a moment of private conversation.

“Why are we still talking about Marzena?” Cassie rolled her eyes dramatically. “I really don’t know. I already told you, all I’ve heard is that she had the baby and then moved off somewhere. I’m family and I haven’t even seen the baby yet.”

It was all quite mysterious, she had to admit. So far, the most of the Choi family did not know the whereabouts of the pop star. Cassie had seen a hint of worry in Sebastian Choi’s eyes in the days following the baby’s birth, but his lips had been tightly sealed on the topic.

“Whatever. I’m sure she’s fine.” Cassie shrugged and started walking again. “If she wants to let her name fall into obscurity, then that’s her problem.”

Jean Paul stood for a moment or two longer, second guessing his decision to ask Cassie along with him. Maybe this girl really was trouble. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and produced the invitation he had received from [member="Claire Organa"]. Rushed steps caught him up with Cassie.

“Now, Ms. Organa is a friend of mine.” He started, giving his hair a last minute finger-comb. “Behave yourself, okay?”

Cassie nodded her head and flashed the designer a charming smile. She would behave; after all, she did want to make a name for herself. If Marzena was leaving the limelight, someone had to be there to take her place...

 

[Claire Organa]

As Claire walked into the the Wayfare Bar for cocktails smoothing out her dress it was full of details and white. She wanted white to draw attention. If she could draw attention she could make some deals.

She had started using more and more of the silk spider thread in her designs to help provide a level of protection to her influential customers like [member="Natasi Fortan"] and [member="Marzena Vaas"] two women she had not seen since her self imposed seclusion. One of the things that brought her out was Natasi at an event and not wearing one of her designs. It meant she was being forgotten and a designer who is forgotten might as well hang it up.

Who else who show up at this little soiree she wasn't sure...but she was going to find out.

[member="Cassie Choi"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal was almost anything but refined. Before he had been subjected to Project: Madman, he had been as court savvy as any could ever be. He had been known for his graces, his powerful but quiet personality among his peers. There was still a small glimmer of that under all the horrors that had been committed to him--and by him--and he had to find that. He had to. Tonight was the first jaunt to try and find that, and to try and help earn some money for his RMIA.

Clad in a tailored dark suit, Subject 13 climbed out of the speeder parked before the elegant manor with a slight adjustment of his collar.

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His eyes swept across the place, storing ever detail into the cyborg portion of his brain for analysis for tactical advantages. Old training--or programing if you saw it that way--was hard to break. He counted the steps up to the door, his face scanning those around him.

Smile, Ardgal, smile, it is only polite.

He managed a half-pained expression as is lips curved in a tight closed expression of semi-cordiality, semi-pain.

He had to find that side of him again, he had to.

[member="Claire Organa"] I [member="Cassie Choi"] I

 

[Sigea Chamra]

Sigea might be used to a lot of things, these sorts of things did not fall into that sphere. But, those who backed her traveling thought it was a good idea for her to network on their behalf and so Sigea didn't really have a choice in the matter. Thankfully she was able to wear a dress without embarrassing herself, in this case it was black and fairly form fitting reaching to the floor, with a collar of black feathers and a thin silver choker. Sigea took a moment to remind herself no matter how she might want to tell these people what she really thought, they were her fellow guests and causing issues at the event would not do.

She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath as she paused for a moment and collected her thoughts before moving towards the entrance. She did her best not to stare at people as they walked past her towards the door as well. She bit her tongue and decided against pointing out most of what they wore on their person could feed a small planet or more than one small planet depending on the party goer in question.

She stopped to adjust her hair elaborately braided hair in a reflective surface, this thing could only last so long. She made her way inside and found herself a good spot to survey they comings and going as people continued to file in.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi was decked out in a [member="Claire Organa"] original this evening, an evening gown custom made for the Grand Moff by the talented designer. She had accessorized, as she often did, with simple, sparing pieces of platinum jewelry and, for something new, a handsome fellow on her arm.

Things with [member="Carach"], aka Darell Irani being in flux as they were, she has chosen to be accompanied by an old family friend from Galidraan. The fact that [member="Hector Finn-Camden"] was also extremely good looking and carried a gun in addition to his entire body being a weapon -- well, that made him all the more suitable.

She arrived on time, making her way to the cocktail reception, all the while conversing quietly with Hector about her history with Claire. She specifically wanted to use this opportunity to convince the dressmaker to open shops in First Order space. She would make a killing, even without Natasi's tacit endorsement.

"Gin and tonic for me, please," she told the bartender. 'Whiskey on the rocks for the gentleman."

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Cassie and Jean Paul made their way into the venue, and followed a few finely dressed figures into the cocktail reception. The young woman tossed a few strands of hair off her shoulder and cast a glance down her nose at the surroundings. But it seemed that even she could not find a single thing to criticize. It wasn’t long before her gaze had found a rather influential figure – the Grand Moff of the First Order.

“Who is that?” She asked, elbowing Jean Paul in the tender part of his side.

“Well, if it isn’t Grand Moff [member="Natasi Fortan"].” He spoke softly, arching his brows with interest.

“I know who she is,” Cassie pushed out an irritated sigh, “I’m talking about the man with her.”

Jean Paul quietly remarked that he did not know, but gave a small nod of approval before nudging Cassie towards the bar. As they went, he gave her a look that seemed to say ‘stop staring.’ Approaching the bar, Cassie tapped her fingertips on the wooden surface.

“I’ll have a cosmopolitan.” She said to the barman and turned slightly to survey the other guests.

[member="Claire Organa"] wasn’t difficult to spot; Cassie eyed the shimmery fabric of her gown. While she had never met the designer, she did know that her cousin had been friends with her. She even remembered a few of the Contessa gowns that Marzena had worn.

 

[Claire Organa]

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Cassie Choi"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Sigea Chamra"]​

Nerves hers were doing a wonderful number on her stomach tonight. She looked about the Wayfare Bar and began to see people she knew. She gave a wave to Phillippe he was currently retooling his factory to begin designing purses. Seems he wanted to compete with Jean Paul least that was what he whispered to her a month ago when they had lunch on Alderaan.

He was so..odd.

Then she spotted an old friend Jean Paul. For a moment Claire thought it was Marzena on his arm but a closer look told her she was mistaken. Marzena here would be insane she had a baby and a husband. She was..settled.

As her gaze traveled down the length of the bar she saw another familiar face, Natasi. She wasn't alone. Oooo was the guy she wanted to her to wear the gold dress for? He looked rather dashing didn't he. Natasi had never said and Claire just kept trying to put the Moff into something that wasn't boxy and gray. She would succeed, she promised herself. Course now what she wore tonight...OH she had on one of HER dresses. A warm feeling spread all over. She couldn't be more pleased, but now who to speak with first... her curiosity would get the better of her in finding out about who the new escorts with her friends were.

oh goodness. There were new faces too ones the beckoned for her to come and meet them.

A drink, she needed a drink. She approached the bar, "champagne please" Yes Claire wanted to celebrate. She was closest to Jean Paul, taking a few steps to her right, "Jean Paul so good to see you and about dear." Claire looked at Cassie, "Hello, I'm Claire, you are?" She looked a lot like Marzena, were they sisters? Claire looked down to Natasi she did not want the Grand Moff to think she had not been seen, Claire would head her way next. Unless, she came their way.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal's pilgrimage ended with him taking a spot near the bar. It was just a safe place to perch. He had seen these sort of things in the holovids and holodramas, he vaguely remembered resting and waiting in places like this during occasions like this. He ran his fingers over the polished surface. It was a cold, marble white surface as chill on his hands as it was pale. He could see his face dimly reflecting off it. His eyes dimmed out as he remembered staring down at a coffin of the same color, same texture and surface years ago. Words from that day echoed in his ears;

Everyone is either your enemy or your ally. Always be ready for them to eventually become your enemies. He could see the glassy blue eyes of the stoic scientist looking back at him with a clinical nature so severe it was antiseptic personified.

"Sir... Sir..... Sir," said a voice slowly drawing Ardgal from his musings.

The warrior looked up, blinking twice, "Mm?"

"What will you have to drink, sir?" the barkeep asked half professional, half suspicious.

"Correllian Wine. White. Vintage 297," the words came out of his mouth like a foreign language.

"I'm afraid the oldest we have on hand is 298, will that do?"

"Mm," he gave a nod.

When the glass of wine was given, the warrior turned and surveyed the room once more. A young woman who he didn't recognize from his studies of social and political high-do-wells had come in while he was busy with the barkeep. Crossing the space like a march across the battlegrounds back on Xal 3 he made his way closer towards her.

"Evening," he said giving a slight tilt of his glass towards her, "I don't believe I have seen you around. I'm Captain Raxis," he took a sip from his white wine that was just a hair too rusty to be refined, "Who might you be?"

[member="Sigea Chamra"]

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

The Anzati was surprised that he had been invited to such a prestigious event. From his understanding, it had been an event created by the Organa family to host a large host of corporations. Krayzen saw this as an opportunity to set up some contacts for Drakos Systems. The Iron Centurion did however remember to maintain his composure during the meeting.

"Sir, we are here." his personal droid stated.

Krayzen simply nodded, acknowledging his statement, but not caring for it. He wondered if he would be the odd man, considering a large part of his body comprised of cybernetics. A part of him felt self-conscious as to how he looked, or if he was appropriately dressed for the evening. Krayzen made sure to wear an elegant black suite, although he did admit that he felt odd not having his weapons around him.

When he arrived, he could see that the event had already began. The Anzat saw notable figures. While they conversed about various matters, Krayzen went to the host, [member="Claire Organa"].

"Thank you for inviting me to the event." he said, hoping to lay the foundations for a conversation.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Now settled within the Outer Rim with the reconstituted Republic for the time being, Suravi decided it was a good idea to get out there and start networking. Her immediate concerns had been addressed by her arrangement with the First Order, but long term, she was looking to attract some private investment for a terraforming project currently underway.

The event being hosted by Claire Organa was a good place to start. They had something of a rapport, she having been one of Claire's clients while still Kiribi's Senator. On the whole, she didn't care much for the Alderaanian court, but she had never had an issue with Claire in particular.

A stranger to these parts, she arrived alone, though several of her Guardsmen were hanging around nearby to keep watch on their dear leader. As per usual, they insisted they stick closer, and as per usual, she denied them. The token guards would have been more of a hindrance than a help to the killer in these kinds of settings.

As she entered the bar for the first round of events, she could see some jaw drops out of the corner of her tawny eyes, from those who immediately recognized her, and felt their shock within the Force. Outside of a transmission once a while back to stem civil war on former Republic worlds, it was the first time that Suravi had been seen out in a public venue in years.

On her end, she spotted a few people she knew out of the crowd outside of Claire herself. First and foremost, Natasi, whom she had a working relationship as they worked together against the Jedi Junta of Sullust. She seemed occupied with a rather dashing specimen around her arm at the moment, so she'd just give her a polite nod in greeting as she passed through the room. She may try a friendly chat later in the evening.

There was also Cassie Choi, whom she had met previously during one of her excursions on Seoul, where she had acquired the sleek silken piece she wore now. A nice girl with a good pedigree. She looked to be doing many things with the Choi Chaebol (Kingdom) in the future. When terraforming was completed, Albion would require new infrastructure on a global scale.

There was something else she noticed in the Force as she moved. It was like a pit in the among the sea of auras around her. The sensation was akin to being within the presence of a pure Vong biot.

Intrigued, she tracked down the source of the anomaly to the bar proper. It was centered on a man (Ardgal) enjoying a drink, looking to be in conversation with another woman she did not know.

There was a vacant spot to the other side of a man. Quietly, she took her seat on the stool.

"What will you have?" the bartender asked.

"I don't suppose you have any sparkbee honey lying around, do you?"

"Ah, let me check," he answered, ducking under the bartop for a few moments. "We do, actually. You're the first person to ask for it tonight."

They set a large silver tank on the counter as they came back up to stand. The popular Vong beverage in large amounts could be used as a weapon's grade incendiary in the wrong hands, so special care had to be taken with the substance. In most places, it was hard to acquire on the consumer market for this reason.

"Well then, it's my lucky day," she answered, beaming. "One glass on the rocks, please."

The bartender nodded and began the careful process of preparing the drink, and she could feel a hint of anxiety as they worked.

While she waited for her drink, she leaned over every so slightly toward the mystery man to attract his attention while not interrupting his flirtations with the woman on the other side. So close, he may have been hit with the scent of her flowery perfume. Ruggedly handsome, but otherwise nothing else about him seemed out of the ordinary. Just what was his story?

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[member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Claire Organa"] [member="Cassie Choi"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Sigea Chamra"]

 

[Sigea Chamra]

She had been people watching more or less, till she was brought out of her thoughts by a voice very near her. She had already visited the bar and had a drink, A Walk in the Phelopean Forest, not something that she would come across often and had she thought about it would be an indication of what kind of get together this was. She was nursing it and perhaps pondering just how they got their layers to do that.

"Sigea." She replied giving her name and an once over to see who had come wondering up besides her. Of course she was on her best interacting with people behavior for the evening, no need to cause trouble or to risk getting tossed out, which would likely happen if she were to start trouble in the middle of the event.

"I don't believe we've met."There was nothing like small talk, clearly they had not met if she had to ask her name but it beat standing there and staring at him awkwardly. "I'd ask you why you were here but..." she trailed off, clearly he was here because he had been invited or he had heard about it and wished to make an appearance. There were limited reasons to attend such an affair.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

[member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Sigea Chamra"]

The man's eyes shifted left then right as he processed the semi-asked question. His stoic face didn't move an inch.

"No idea," he answered as blunt as a hammer. His voice was flat and stone cold like the metal in his bones.

Before he would have been as comfortable here as a fish in water, perhaps even charismatic in his own way. But there was something about having your humanity stripped away that made social events a challenge.

His free hand balled into a fist on the counter of the cold bar. It was the only anchor helping him stay in the moment.

"I'm a killer," Ardgal didn't have any romantic idealizations about his line of work. "And I'm--"

He caught sight of Suravi out of the corner of his eye. The olfactory nodes implanted under his skull detected 129 different chemicals off her person simulating the scent of a flower garden from the Core worlds. Or, at least he would assume so. He had never been in one.

"Madam Teigra," he said with an incline of his head towards her. No introduction was needed, the lady was, of course, holonews material. "An honor. Captain Raxis at your service. Have you met Sigea?"

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

With her drink in hand, she glanced over to see that Jean Paul had opted for champagne. The two were just about to step away from the bar, when [member="Claire Organa"] appeared. The designer offered Claire a broad smile and a quick peck on the cheek in greeting.

“Nice to see you again, dear.” Jean Paul said with a nod, “I hope business has been treating you well.”

Cassie stepped forward and offered her hand to Claire; she also threw on a dazzling smile.

“It’s a pleasure, Claire.” Her smile grew, “My name is Cassie Choi. I’m pretty sure you know Marzena, she’s my cousin. I’ve seen some of the lovely designs you’ve made for her.”

Her dark eyes darted slightly, unsure whether or not she should continue speaking about the pop star. For the moment, she decided to keep the details about her rather strange disappearance tucked away.

During the brief lull in conversation, she watched as [member="Krayzen Dratos"] came up to speak with Claire. She took a small step back to allow him some space, and gave a brief nod. Of course, their hostess would be kept quite busy tonight. This also gave her a moment to survey the room once more; her eyes found the stunning [member="Suravi Teigra"] as well. It seemed that her acquaintance was engaged in conversations of her own, so she made a note to greet her later on.

 

[Claire Organa]

[member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Cassie Choi"]


Claire wasn't really the host of the event she was a guest like many others here invited by the Economic Council of Walalla. Though she had given them a list of businesses that might be interested. Currently Walalla was making money off of each one of the attendees here. But if businesses came because of Claire she'd take a little credit for it and maybe a contract.

She turned slightly from Jean Paul and Cassie as she heard someone addressing her. "OH I just gave them some names of business I knew, you're quite welcome." She smiled she had not caught his name, did he give it? "I don't think we've met before." He was clearly glad to be here.

"OH let me introduce you to Jean Paul another designer of many fashionable items, shoes, purses, dresses, I believe suits too. And this is Cassie Choi cousin of the singing star Marzena." If he hadn't heard Cassie say that she wanted to be sure they knew. Course it was a terrible thing to admit but Claire actually had never really seen Marzena perform. they were foodies, and fashion chasers.

"What kind of business are you in?" She stood next to Jean Paul and Cassie giving him room to join them and speak.

That was the great thing about this collection of businesses no one had to say First Order, Iron Empire, Coalition, or Galactic Alliance there were no factions here.

 

[Ben Antillies]

"Why, why would I go to this thing X-3?" Ben asked his droid companion while he puts on a completely black tux. "It's an opportunity for you to get your name out and see if anyone needs a bounty hunter." X-3 replied. "Okay, but isn't this a peaceful meeting?" "Yes, but that doesn't mean people will not want bounty hunters. Also you'll need these." X-3 says while holding a wrist communicator and a wrist gauntlet. "I'll say it again, peaceful." "Look, you're going to need these tonight in case anything gets out of hand, okay? Just in case." "Fine." Ben puts them on but hides them so they aren't visible. Ben has been looking forward to this as soon as he got the letter. He could advertise his hunting skill, and get to talk to the Corellian Engineering Corporation.

"You're all set sir." "Thank you X-3." Ben acknowledged. "We are approaching the planet. I'll drop you off and head home to work on the corvette. Got anything else?" "Yes, will you make sure to reprogram the AD-7 prototype while I'm gone?" "Of course sir." "Woah, is that the planet?" "Seems to be. I'm decreasing speed. Breaking atmosphere. Activating thrusters." "Oh, one more thing X-3." "What?" "Do not activate the prototype, he attempted to kill me last time I tried." "Alright sir. Landing procedure activated." "See ya X-3." "Have a good time sir." The ship left the planet.

Ben headed straight for the bar. "Two quitek cocktails please." Ben asked. "Who's the second one for?" The bar tender asked. "My above average attitude." Ben downed the first cocktail, then Claire walked in. 'She's so beautiful in that dress.' Ben said to himself. 'Dang it! Getting off topic!' He downed the second one and got up. A Corellian Employee walked in. 'Well, it's my time to shine.'

 

[Ben Antillies]

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[Sigea Chamra]

While she waited for a reply from the woman the thought about the other questions, there was something for being said about being blunt but Sigea wasn't sure she would have worded anything quiet that way. But, then she wasn't exactly a stranger to violence but to come out and say it in such a setting was something else. "I'm sure there are many people who can make that claim, I don't think many of them would admit it at a place like this someone might faint, then where would you be."

She took a look around the room for a moment and sipped her drink in the resulting silence. It was true enough some of them would have been horrified at the statement others would have been impressed. It remained to be seen which person in the room was which. After all war and violence did make a profit and she was sure more than a few people would be happy to let it go on so long as it lined their pockets with credits.

She noted he cut off his sentence and was mildly curious about what he was going to say, she made a note to ask about it later. Should it come up again.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Cassie took a sip of her drink as [member="Claire Organa"] addressed [member="Krayzen Dratos"], and she let her eyes wander the room. She also took a moment to inspect the Contessa designer’s own dress. Now, Cassie was not well-versed in fabrics and any sort of design aspects… but she could tell when something was well made. It was obvious even to her that Claire had a definite attention to detail. When the conversation came to a brief lull, she took the opportunity to speak up.

“Claire, your dress is simply divine.” She said and raised her glass before taking a sip. “I think I will have to place some orders with you before I leave here.”

Cassie was aware that the designer was based in Alderaan. Unfortunately, it was located in a part of the galaxy that she rarely visited herself.

“You know, you really should talk to Sebastian Choi – Marzena’s brother. He just opened a new mall on Seoul, your clothes would sell there, I’m sure they would.”

 

[Ben Antillies]

"I second that, It's a great idea!" Ben exclaimed agreeing with [member="Cassie Choi"], knowing that no one recognizes him.