Dominion Do or Donadus, There Is No Try | GA Dominion of Donadus

[Sergeant Omen]

The Barkeep plopped a drink in front of Stone in a miniature mythosaur skull. "Here, its on the house. Also, the boss wants to speak to you." He gave a vague gesture to what looked like an individual seated in the corner of the hall in what looked like old Phase 1 armor with a Mando twist and splatter over with a green camo pattern. That individual was playing with a standard-issue pocket knife as he looked over the scene set out before him like a Shriek Hawk looking out for prey.

Omen had apparently gotten quite the rep in the alcohol world and when he was given a contract for this event, not even a second passed before he accepted. More networking opportunities that he was getting paid to gain access to? Who could pass that up? It was no surprise however that most of the participants were either known features who Omen didn't know how to approach with a subject worthy of their ears. And then there was Runi who would find someone to get through his armor and kick him in the balls for that display on the battlefield. Making an unwanted approach of thanks being kissing a mage that could tear you in half wasn't exactly the best idea he had ever had. There only was one real person in silver armor that he had never seen before and that was the person who had introduced himself as Captain Stone. Color him intrigued and with a beckoning gesture, he asked the bartender to help him make the introduction. No, he didn't have two headtails but hopefully the other Mando would take him up on his offer. Maybe he would even help this evening get a little interesting.

Stone Gra'tua + Open

 

[Runi Kuryida]

Objective II: The Beskar Entente

:: Diplomatic Quarter​

Runi smiled and lifted her glass slightly as Ijaat paid tribute to the need for balance in one's self. Though the earlier sentiment of paying penance through tireless work... Well, it was not in itself a bad thing. Provided the man did make time for more than just restitution. A soul might at times need to balance the ledger to move forward, but if that is all one ended up doing then the future was lain on the sacrificial alter of the past.

A placid expression fell over the Shaman's features as she listened to Ijaat's familiarity with the scene that plaid out before them. Ijaat was a man of conviction and unaccustomed to idleness. As a Mandalorian should be. That it might have carried with it failure or even less was nothing to levy against him; without either how could they say they had ever truly grown? Too much peace was akin to mounting a finely crafted blade upon a wall -- a tribute to times of glory, but as useful in battle as a butter knife after the arm and hand had forgotten how to wield it. It was not a sentiment Jedi or the Alliance would understand; least of all embrace.

When Ijaat drew out a cigarra and turned his gaze to her with a calm yet mischievous glint, a smile turned up the corners of her lips. "The effort to try a Shaman's patience has oft been the leisurely activity of others," Runi replied in jest. "Though the mightiest chain can be broken if the right link is cut. Be sure to forge another that can help bear the burden. Perhaps then you would have more time to trouble me further." If Ijaat had someone that could stand in from time to time, he could pursue other activities. The Enclave should not place particular burdens on the shoulders of a single individual, nor did Runi believe they sought to do so. Distributing the load, however, could be its own challenge at times.

Her own emptied glass was set back on the counter behind Runi before she continued. "I would have liked to have met your wife. In these times it is all too easy to become swallowed in talk of strife and war. Even those that do not think of it directly yearn for it to create instability for exploitation." Hazel eyes glanced toward the crowd briefly. "While even our people need the good graces of an educator." Runi looked back at Ijaat pointedly. "Or singers." Not that Runi would advocate Ijaat turn his sword into a plow. Though not every man or woman in Enclave territory was a hardened fighter, and even a Mandalorian could have a profession outside of combat. As for the man before her, it would not be so terrible of a thing to have heard him sing. "Or do you feel that would instead be a penance upon the listener?"

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[Ishida Ashina]

BESKAR ENTANTE
CORUSCANT | DIPLOMATIC QUARTER | GALA
Aiko Hayata | Don Belkora

This was one of those times where the pale thump of that heartbeat from a past life ghosted in her ears. When she was conscious of it, it disappeared. It was one of those things that could only be appreciated in an instant.

Getting closer to that heartbeat meant she should have been on Prosperity.

Day by day, the pale-haired Ashina heir continued to straddle the line of commitment to the Jedi, in full servitude and pitched it against the legacy of Ashina. Somehow, she could feel it, somehow in the grey area between the two, the next chapter of the heirdom would succeed. It would be enough for Qiy’on to want to return, and enough for Inosuke’s exile not to be in vain. Somehow, the balance would be struck.

Prosperity (by means of galactic standard, not the Jedi ship) was part of the attraction Ishida was uncertain of but acknowledged its necessity. By Aiko’s invitation, she found herself in attendance amongst some of the most luxurious, and Beskar-clad. An astute opportunity to capitalize on a more sincere introduction, Aiko had said, given the Mandalorian’s religious affinity for fine weaponry and the boast of Ashina Steel. And Ishida already had some semblance of a relationship established with their warriors from V’Shar. It was too good an opportunity to miss for fairytale explorations. This would be auspicious, Aiko had proclaimed. And Ishida had listened.

Enough to keep listening, with no expression, on the floors of the gala hall. Smiles dazzled, drinks bubbled, fabrics and beskar shimmered, and the press’ questions were asked. Money talked, and lied, and laughed.

Moving from her space of observation back to the cluster that moved like a hive around Hayata, she nodded to her quasi-mentor and shifted a quick glance to the new bodies of guards. The amount travelling to protect was notable. But, Aiko had said before, she herself was no killer.

Just surrounded herself with them.

"I have a few friends I must meet, I'm sure you won't mind socialising, will you?"​

“You can start with me, if you like.” Ishida smoothed herself into what might have otherwise been deemed an interjection. A technique she’d learned from Aiko, picking up on the last few notions of a conversation and making it endearing enough to tailor it to her own introduction.

While she’d come to the gala alongside the Hayata crew, she hadn’t seen this fellow as a part of their travelling party. Thus, she made an introduction with a nod. Practice. “Ishida Ashina.”

The whisper of an explanation Of Ashina Steel was forgotten for the rest of the sentence, and she made a mental note to insist that forward next time.

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[Anashja Tal]

Location: The Gala
Equipment: Beskar'gam, lightsabers, healing supplies, 3 thermal detonators, EF-M401e Rampage

Objective II: The Beskar Entente

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As Lana announces she was going to do a magic trick, Asaaj glanced at Stone Gra'tua and gave him a slight raised eyebrow. Is this what the Jedi liked to use the force for now? Party tricks? She didn't let Lana see her slightly bemused reaction, she would hate to be impolite but it was an unusual thing to do. She turned and watched Lana, she fiddled with the cups a bit and Anashja could feel the at work though her. As the cup and saucer translocated across the room, Anashja was actually impressed, physical translocation was tricky, she certainly couldn't do it herself.

"Impressive Lana, not a lot of force users can do that" she said

Out of the corner she saw another man drinking out of a skull of some description ( Sergeant Omen ) "hey, someone decided to make it a mandalorian party after all, but I do see what you mean, this is certainly a aruetti party."

Lana asked if they could do any tricks, Anashja wasn't one for flaunting her force sensitivity herself but she had a thought "I suppose if you wanted a trick, I'd be willing to bet the fine captain here could shoot the wings off a fly for you?"

She drank more of her drink and put it down on the bar before standing and stretching her back, everything ached at the moment. She leaned her back against the bar and stretched, laughing a little as realised she totally looked like she was just showing off her figure. Turning she called the barman over, "what are you both drinking? It's my round," she laughed, it was a free bar, but she could still pretend couldn't she. She noticed that the barman was checking her out and she winked flirtatiously "how about you make mine a double this time" and he slid over two Ginger beers.

Anashja looked at the poor captain, what must he think of her, flaunting her body and flirting openly, "sorry about that, I sometimes forget myself, our line of work can be so gloomy sometimes, I like to let my montrals down a bit."

Tags: Stone Gra'tua Lana
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[Don Belkora]

DON BELKORA
COMPNOR
Incognito

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"A few?" he raised an eyebrow in surprise, not protesting at her suggestion as he followed the mogul to wherever the party went next. All kinds of people and species were here even, representatives from various worlds and businesses all here to wallow in the chancellor's favour and beg for tax breaks or some kind of support. Back home in the order, things were autocratic and streamlined, though there existed a large contingent of moffs and warlords with various stances and ideals all, in the end, bowed to the Emperor and the state police. The list one to grind against the state mantra ended up face down dead in snow with eight blaster holes in his chest and back. A fate no one, not even the Galidraani's or Prefsbeltians, were willing to chance.

While keeping close contact with Hayata, he brushed past a rather large disgusting pig creature, Gorthalon whose stench almost sent the Tetan reeling, but diplomatic protocol forced the man to keep a straight face even as the Yuzzem was out of sight. Belkora and Aiko were soon met by another Aikos people, a strange silver-haired woman he recognised as Ishida Ashina. Compnor kept dossiers on everyone, but Ashinas profile was surprisingly slim, of little current interest to the agency, but she would remain of interest in the long run. But for now, she was but another face in a sea of future targets.

"Yoku atta misu Ashina-San."
(Well met, Miss Ashina.)

He responded in his best Atrisian, as shaky as it was and poor given his heavy Tetan accent clouding and butchering each word. Belkora lacked the grace to speak Atrisian aside from the odd command or greeting, it was a poetic and delicate language not a soldiers language.

"Names Aldo Amaro."
Ishida Ashina Aiko Hayata

 

[Alban Roble]

E X E C U T I V E

Objective: Business
Engaging: Aerarii Tithe

"Chancellor Tithe, the pleasure is mine," Alban replied, flashing a smile as he grabbed a drink off of a passing droid. Discreetly wafting it, he decided that it wasn't worth his sobriety and elected to relegate it to prop usage only. "And you must tell me where you got that suit sometime, it looks quite good on you. Befitting a Chancellor, I would say."

"Things to the south are," he continued, trailing off for a moment before snapping his fingers as he found the phrase he was looking for, "should I say, not as cohesive as they might be. Roble Manufacturing has terminated any contracts with the Confederate government, and it seems that they shall soon be reaping the rewards of investing in inferior merchandise. But I didn't come all the way of Coruscant to talk about ex-customers."

He flashed another ritzy smile at the Chancellor. "I like you, you know. You have an air of political savvy without the pretense that your predecessor. You come from a financial background, no? Business is both of our language. And if you're inebriated enough, I might have a couple of business proposals for you -- ways I think we can mutually benefit each other."
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[Stone Gra'tua]

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Objective : 2
Tag: Aerarii Tithe | Runi Kuryida | Faith Organa | Alban Roble | Ruus | Aiko Hayata | Ikenna Tahj | Kilij Qel-Nosh | Ijaat Mereel
Engaging : Anashja Tal Lana Sergeant Omen

The teleportation was a nice trick, far more difficult than the pretty young lady in pink made it seem, Stone's surprise and amazement felt genuine, for as cloaked in the mundane as he was, he felt nothing through the Force, and there was nothing to feel. Corellians believed in luck, and that served him for the time being, what soldier didn't need luck? He applauded Lana's impressive performance politely, while nodding and smiling at the gorgeous young Togruta as she professed that she was enjoying herself.

The drink in the mythosaur skull, cute, arrived while Stone was entranced between two young and attractive females, and it was all the Mereel Mando could do to remain open and friendly at being beskad blocked this early by the Bartender as proxy, and he looked over at 'The Boss', to his eyes, a Mando'ad playing with a knife. Stone didn't recognize the barve, and he wasn't going to leave these two lovely ladies in the lurch to lounge with lads just now. He muttered to the bartender "Tell the boss I'll check in with him." With that, Stone pointedly turned his back on the Barkeep and giving Ana and Lana his full and undivided attention once more.

"To be honest, ladies, I wish i was good at something other than war." That was Kad's honest truth, Stone had been many things in his long life, but he'd never found a talent greater than the ability to kill the right beings while keeping other beings from being killed. Old soldiers were tough to teach new tricks, and he'd been fighting most of his life, even if he told himself it was exploring; he was at first a soldier. "This isn't really the sort of event to show off any Mandalorian magic, and besides..." Stone pointed out the Senate Guard and the Protectors he'd noticed. ".. the security tonight looks pretty kriffing solid. I'd hate to mess with some of those chakaare, and me without my guns." He smiled politely, again speaking truth. Both the Senate Guard and the other security arrangements here tonight were impressive. The only reason he wasn't admiring that further was the fact that most of his concentration was taken up admiring the two fine drinking companions he had encountered.

 

[Lana]

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The Beskar Entente​

Objective II​

Equipment: Dress​

Tags: Anashja Tal Stone Gra'tua​

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It felt nice getting praise for once, so many times people seemed to want to scold her for her talents. Cheeks burning, Lana giggled out a polite 'thanks'. If only her parents could see her now, socializing with adults and all. Ana was buying drinks it seemed, which concerned Lana for a solid minute. Wide eyed, the witch patted herself down, realizing she had no money on her. In fact, she never had any money. Though she calmed when she realized the woman was making a joke, and simply took another soft drink to keep herself awake; though the two adults chatting about things didn't help her stay interested in the talk.​

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Lana tilted her head to the side, frowning at the two 'adults' spoke. Was this how children were made? Adults being all boring and weird? She hoped not, she wasn't ready to see that up close. Mister Stone got a drink from someone, though he seemed to be handling that matter privately. Lana heard about things like this, but usually men bought drinks for women...unless....did Mister Stone have a boyfriend? Ohhh, now it was getting interesting! Though the energetic pull that Lana felt from her curiosity dulled when she realized how sad Mister Stone sounded. Was he really only good at hurting people? Well, that was no fun, and she could see why that would make him sad. "Well, maybe you can try knitting! Or cooking! Or, or, or..." Her thoughts trailed off, trying to think of something more helpful or beneficial she could advise the man to do. Unfortunately, Lana had few skills outside of her force abilities. She could teleport things around, certainly, but outside of that, what could she do?​

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Looking over at the senate guards, Lana tilted her head to the side. She bit down gently on her lip, mischief came to mind, though she knew better than to entertain it. Last thing she needed was starting an intergalactic incident for the sake of entertainment. "They don't look so tough to me! But, better not make them mad, they look mighty grumpy." Lana gave her input, which wasn't much, but hey, she was still here. "I can't really shoot or fight or do any of that Mandalorian stuff, so I think that's pretty cool that you guys can do all that." She waved her hands about, recreating the practices she had done with the ichor back on Dathomir during her training days; though in reality, she was just waving her hands through empty air. "If we were back at the temple, I could do all sorts of cool tricks, but my masters get really, really, really, really mad at me for that." She shrugged, giving a loud sigh, and taking a hearty sip from her cup. "Adults are so lame."​

 

[Gorthalon]

THE BESKAR ENTENTE​

CORUSCANT × DIPLOMATIC QUARTER

Shai Maji Ishida Ashina Vren Rook | Open

As Gorthalon was tapping his index finger to the colorful notes thrumming from the stage and sipping on his Tash liquor, blissfully lost in the comfort of the moment, he came to realize that a friendly figure sprung up beside him in the meantime, already downing a shot and greeting him with kind, wholesome words. Without any attempt at trying to mask his appreciation for the Shistavanen's presence, he boldly exclaimed. – Shai! I must say… - He shook his head with a growing smile on his face, trying to find the right words to express himself, but ultimately deciding to confess a simple truth. – … I'm just happy you're here.

The Yuzzem turned to face The Warwick's graceful barkeep, politely waiting for her to meet his gaze and address her once she comes back to Shai's and Gorthalon's side of the counter. – Thank you, I'm afraid we need to leave now. Please add my friend's drinks to my bill. – Gorthalon making an awkward attempt at replicating Shai's smooth wink. – I owed her that for a long time now. – The bartender nodded and the credit exchange concluded quickly.

As the two friends exited the high-end bar, they chatted casually about their escapades within the bowels of V'Shar on their way to the gala. The pathfinder grew to like her very much. At the palace's entrance, he dug into his poncho's inner pocket and presented his admission ticket, at this point feeling much more comfortable in this rather unusual setting, due in no small part to Shai's welcoming and inclusive nature. With a smile still on his face, he motioned gently with his hand to let the young lady pass before him.

Standing inside, familiar feelings washed over him despite him being in such a setting for the first time. Towering over most people, he drew the gazes of many, at least for a moment before they drifted away. He felt out of place, but focused on appreciating what he had; friends, a fistful of credits and a day without conflict. – Um, this is rather new to me Shai. In my tribe, diplomacy involved more dancing and tongue-wiggling than it does here, it seems. – The Yuzzem sniffed the air, almost sneezing as a result of the excess olfactory information. He turned his head and saw others at the bar. – Another drink?

While waiting for Shai's reply, he recognized the Jedi Ishida Ashina in the company of an important-looking dignitary ( Aiko Hayata ) and her set of personal guards ( Don Belkora ). A light chuckle brightened his mood further as he recollected a certain memory he had regarding the young Jedi warrior.​

 

[Sssar Taszzn]

The Beskar Entente
Tags: Nayeïr Orega

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As Nayeïr Orega approached Sssar, the Filithar tilted his head to one of the two attendants. The woman to his left side whispered in his hear "Senator Orega of Anaxes. Corporatist." then Sssar leaned away from her and nodded his large head in the direction of the other Senator "Assss I am to ssssee you assss well, Ssssenator Orega. It hassss been a long time ssssince I have been at a function ssssuch assss thissss." since the ascension of Chancellor Tithe the Senator of Eclipse had been difficult to find. In the confines of Taszzn Station, the fortified manor home and base of operations of the Senator's paramilitary organization, Sssar had been consulting his inner circle about their next large scale movements. At a street level the visibility of the Abiding Precept Constabulary had been lessened, their infamous raid-like investigations had subsided in large part due to the uncertainty of the group's ability to remain on Coruscant.

"Isss there ssssomething you would like to disssscussss or issss thisssss ssssimply a courteoussss gessssture?"

 

[Lyrrin]

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Tags: Kalie Alverez Valery Noble Iris Arani OPEN

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Lyrrin looked over to see his friend Kalie Alverez and gave her a friendly smile then looked towards the tents he had just come from to the other agent "Well that's why we don't advertise it in the recruitment holos." he said in only a half-serious manner "Normally I would've expected something like this to only be done at one of our processing facilities. Not a joint training. Though-" he looked to Kalie and leaned over to whisper behind his hand "I think we both know that we aren't getting the whole truth here. Why would soldiers need to get agent screening? Doesn't make sense. They're not even joining the Agency." he leaned away from her then and put his hands on his hips "Something big is happening. I just hope whatever it is the Director knows what she is doing." the elusive IVI was a figure that Lyrrin only had scarce contact with and only through holograms mostly. He was loyal, of course, but he did not trust her by virtue of her being the Director alone.

At that time he saw Valery Noble approach with another in her wake and with a smirk he responded "What are you doing here? I won't speak without my lawyer present." as Lyrrin's eyes looked to the side to exam the stranger with Valery his eyes narrowed as she greeted him. Though he said nothing and looked towards Valery "Did she get clearance? Can't have her getting shot by a security droid, on accident of course." the Farghul glanced back to Iris Arani "Don't go in the tents and speak to no one." he said with a sharp tone. Lyrrin's disdain for the Jedi were not limited to Jedi Knights and Jedi Masters, the whole Order gave him a sour taste in his mouth.

 

[Anashja Tal]

Location: The Gala
Equipment: Beskar'gam, lightsabers, healing supplies, 3 thermal detonators, EF-M401e Rampage

Objective II: The Beskar Entente

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"Well Captain Stone Gra'tua , you appear to have in minutes, cased the place and made an assessment of the security situation, seems like a pretty handy non-war talent to me, maybe a retirement in security consultation once the bones get too old to fight?" It was true, she hadn't even thought about the guards herself, she could see them now, but didn't bat an eyelid and couldn't begin to assess their quality, it just wasn't their field. "Mandalorians are excellent at the craft of war, but the real thing which puts us above other soldiers is our wide training. How else could we keep up with you Jedi and you tricks." and she smiled at Lana

"Now, my pretty, young jedi friend, those guards, do you think they might look more intimidating if they weren't on your boss's payroll? It's your party after all." She smiled, and redoubled her smile when the two mando's were complemented by her, the Jedi were famed for their power with the force for certain, but to hear one acknowledge that the force wasn't the only way, made her happy.

"Adults are so lame."

"I'm sorry? How old are you?" She laughed, she was often mistaken for a youngster herself because of her naturally young complexion and her height, but she was very curious what age this other bar patron was. She was drinking soft drinks, maybe she was just a teen, after all the Jedi liked to take their trainees as young as possible. She looked at Stone too, trying to get an idea of how he was feeling, he seemed to be enjoying their company which was nice. "You hear that, apparently we are the adults in this situation." and she laughed with her hand on his shoulder, trying to look with mock sternness at Lana.

Tags: Stone Gra'tua Lana
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[Ijaat Mereel]

B E S K A R E N T E N T E

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Tag: Aerarii Tithe | Runi Kuryida | Faith Organa | Alban Roble | Ruus | Aiko Hayata | Ikenna Tahj | Kilij Qel-Nosh | Anashja Tal | OPEN

"You and her? I suspect i'd be eating salad and substantially healthier."

With a sigh he heaved smoke from his nostrils, shaking his head as the cherry of his smoke glowed faintly. This shaman was something else, and he was almost convinced of her sincerity. A slim jagged edge of cynicism persisted, But he found himself liking the banter and care.

"But the Sith took her. So I have made war my mistress. As for my singing... My wife said the hammer ringing on anvil sounded better at times... It might be a war crime, even for me."

Turning to the bartender, he gestured and spoke quietly.

"Tihaar on the rocks, double."

Glancing the crowd, he looked to his conversational companion and spoke from left field as he sipped the drink.

"For being the first spiritual person to not try and convert me to their way of the Force, I thank you. You have my respect for that."

 

[The Human]

Hill Area, Overlook​

Equipment: Force Armor and Mask, Kusak Heavy Blaster Pistol, X8-H "Endgame" Elite Disruptor Rifle, Lightsabers (x) (x), Camouflage Netting (Personal Location), Small Sensor Jammer, Electrobinoculars, small thermal bedroll and a folding chair.
Starship: TIE Phantom (Restored, Camouflage Netting with Sensor Jammer)

Holding the rifle in his hands, he slowly aimed it down onto the small table he set up. Placing the power cell into the bottom of the disruptor, he heard it whine loudly and slowly aimed at one of the targets. Breathing in, he spotted one talking to a group of people and was ready to fire before hearing a beeping noise behind him. It was his communicator as he covered the top of the scope and leaned back to check on it. It was new orders, meant to take him away from here. There was bigger fish to fry as one would call it at another location a bit further away. Pulling the disruptor up, he would start to disassemble it and overlooked the training area.

"Lucky...aren't you all?"

Grabbing his gear after a few minutes, he would leave the tent up and start to walk away for several miles towards his TIE Phantom. His new orders were as followed, it was for sabotage for another system far off from here. He was to regroup with commandos and prepare for an assault. When it will happen...is anyones guess.

 

[Aiko Hayata]

T H E_T I G E R
Aiko Hayata|CORUSCANT|Business
Aerarii Tithe Ishida Ashina Don Belkora

MUSIC

She spared Belkora the pain of her pained expressions at his pronunciation of Atrisian words, preferring to turn at an angle to avoid being caught cringing as she took another measured sip of her drink. Ishida was at least fluent enough not to butcher individual words, though in her case, she had no excuse for it being Atrisian like herself. Belkora was at least in his own defence, not an actual Atrisian.

"We meet again Ishida, I do apologise for not finding you sooner, but I had things to attend to."

Aiko was truthful in that regard; things had significantly intensified, and with business being as good as ever, the Atrisian had nothing to want for nor worry about. Her friendship with the chancellor, the trade federation membership and the deal with COMPNOR had all elevated the Hayata family to heights it'd never experienced before as a clan. Once a minor bandit family living in the rural hills of Atrisia, now a powerful dynasty and corporation stretching across the galaxy.

"My friend is an acquaintance of mine, very talented; Mr Amaro is one of my best security consultants in fact."​

 

[Kalie Alverez]

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LOCATION: DONADUS - SIA TENTS NEAR TRAINING EXERCISES
AGENT: KALIE ALVEREZ
PRIMARY OBJECTIVES: OBJECTIVE 1: REBEL DAWN (SIA SHINANIGANS)
FRIENDLY TAGS: Saul Colsan Osarla Ridor Lyrrin Valery Noble Iris Arani


Kalie nodded slowly, squinting her gaze back towards the tents as she listened to Lyrrin 's suspicions. It was true… very unorthodox for the agency.

"I wonder if M is mobilizing more off-the-books black-ops teams. She could be ramping up for a coming war… I don't know about you, but I feel like the Maw's attack on Coruscant and the separation of the NJO are neon signs of our weakness to all our enemies… We could be seeing attacks on all sides soon enough. Blood is in the water…"

Kalie sighed, it was even more confirmation that she needed Tiresh exactly where she was… to have ears on the Senate floor and in those murky political spheres. As much as she hated it… it was already proving fruitful in some regards. Besides… was it possibly that she was naive enough to think that she could produce effective change through her presence in the senate as well?

Possibly. She was a dreamer, after all.

And she had been feeling like everyone was ramping up their own protective measures. Even Tiresh was developing an unprecedented and substantial military and navy fleet on Lujo. Something was coming…. And they needed to be ready.

Kalie shook her head as she ran her hand through her hair,

"I don't know… just… Something is coming… I can feel it."

Suddenly she let a large mischievous smile wash across her face as her eyes shot back towards Lyrrin

"Maybe I'm one of those force people to!" She gasped in pretend shock, then laughed as she punched his arm playfully, knowing his strong distrust towards force users.

Speaking of force users, Kalie turned and gave Valery Noble a bright smile as she approached, giving her a light salute with one finger,

"Hey there, gorgeous!" She said affectionately. It refreshing to see her again, she had missed her.

Upon being introduced to Iris Arani , her eyes looked the Padawan over. She was a pretty little thing. Kalie felt a slight sense of sadness at the fact that young girl would likely be loosing that fresh, young innocence soon enough. The Galaxy had a way of doing that to girls like her. Kalie knew this from... personal experience. Kalie always felt drawn to protect younger girls from the horrors of reality, and so she couldn't help but immediately feel a sense of defensiveness regarding the Padawan.

She blinked with a smile and stretched out her hand in greeting,

"Hi there! You're in good hands with this one…" Kalie motioned with a nod towards Valery Noble , whom she was referring to. "She's the real deal."

As Lyrrin spoke inquisitively about the viability of the padawans presence, Kalie gently put her hand against his arm. Hopefully providing a warm reassuring touch from a friend would help to ease his suspicions and concerns, however she said nothing, instead winking at Iris Arani , signaling for her to not take his words too seriously.

Kalie looked back towards Valery as she asked what the plan for the day was,

"From what I understand, we are showing these troopers how it's done, but…" She looked towards Lyrrin , "I missed the briefing. Care to fill us all in?"

 

[Faith Organa]

Beskar Entente
Location: On board a shuttle headed to the Gala​

There was some silence in the shuttle as they flew to the Gala. She looked at Ikenna Tahj and then to Kilij Qel-Nosh what the feth? She turned in her seat to look at Becca.

"So do we know who is in attendance so far at the Gala?" Faith questioned Becca.

"Ummmm yes. The Chancellor Aerarii Tithe , representatives from the Mandalorians Runi Kuryida , Ijaat Mereel , ummm Alban Roble , Ruus , Aiko Hayata , Anashja Tal I think that is everyone Faith"

"Good...then we know who we can go and talk to." She looked at her 'guards' everyone should play nice with everyone else tonight, she thought it but did not say it. It made her laugh but the mood of the men well that might not go over well.

"How long till we arrive?"

"About 10 minutes maybe 15 depending on traffic". Becca sunk down in her chair it was tense...

"Excellent I could use a glass of tihaar." how much could she drink without making herself look a fool. She wouldn't find out tonight.

 

[Stone Gra'tua]

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Objective : 2
Tag: Aerarii Tithe | Runi Kuryida | Faith Organa | Alban Roble | Ruus | Aiko Hayata | Ikenna Tahj | Kilij Qel-Nosh | Ijaat Mereel
Engaging : Anashja Tal Lana Sergeant Omen

Stone nodded appreciation at the compliment Ana had paid him. The young one in the pink dress wasn't wrong, Adults were indeed lame. Responsibilities weighed elders down, mostly the responsibility of looking out for the young ones, lest they end up hurt or very much dead. Mandalorians grew up fast, but then again, so did Jetiise. Having responsibility over life and death thrust upon them from a young age was something their cultures shared, though not every Mando or Jedi would admit such.

"Jedi grow up fast. So do Mando'ade. If you're old enough to carry a blaster or a lightsaber and use it, if you ask me, you're old enough to decide what to drink." Jedi didn't have an age of responsibility, they gained a lightsaber and were mentored until they became Knights. Mandalorians were generally mentored by many different adults, but they all gained responsibility after their Verd'goten, at age thirteen. He raised his mythosaur skull mug for emphasis and took a sip, smiling.

Stone Mereel was a thirty five year old Corellian human, though inwardly, Stone Hoole the two hundred year old Shi'ido still smirked at being thought of as an adult. Though he was, even to his own people, he'd never really grown up. Being childish was too much fun to just give it up because it was expected of you. He kept up his concentration on appearing relaxed, which was getting harder with Anashja's hand on his shoulder. He wasn't used to being touched, much less by attractive ladies. He didn't want to speak, in case she moved her hand. He liked the hand being there, even as it made him more nervous than he wished to appear. War was easier than women. The music changed, and he glanced towards the dance floor, but then his attention was fixed back upon Lana and Ana.

 

[Lana]

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The Beskar Entente​

Objective II​

Equipment: Dress​

Tags: Anashja Tal Stone Gra'tua​

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Her party? Lana blinked, and nearly did something rather stupid before she controlled herself. "If this was my party, it would be way more fun than this." She waved her arms around dramatically, as if trying to make a grand statement, but seemed to drop the topic as soon as she brought it up. Lana had no idea how to throw a party after all.​

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"I've actually never had a blaster, or a lightsaber thingie." Lana answered, knowing that to some, it was probably unheard of for a jedi to not have a lightsaber. Lana had her staff, but the few times that her master had pushed her to using a lightsaber, she just didn't like how it felt. Pouting at being asked how old she was, Lana stuck out her tongue before finishing off the rest of her soda. Honestly, she didn't know how old she was. Usually she just said a number and people seemed to agree with her. Being in the force neither for so long confused the hell out of her, and she had just given up on keeping track of her age. Still, she had paperwork for this sort of thing, none of which she had with her. Pouting, Lana held up her fingers, wiggling them as she tried to count her years, and gave up after fifteen.​

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It was strange, she used to be able to remember alot of things from when she was younger, but now? It was all just a big fuzzy picture now, and not the cute kind. The smile Lana had fell away, turning to a concerned scowl. "You know, I can't remember." She muttered, trying not to linger on those thoughts, but it bothered her greatly.​

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Why couldn't she remember?​

 

[Runi Kuryida]

Objective II: The Beskar Entente

:: Diplomatic Quarter​

Runi gave Ijaat a slight nod at his tale of loss. A common story, sadly. No less tragic or painful for those that bore the scars despite how frequently it occurred in the galaxy. Every soul and union should be cherished, and their loss lamented. The Mandalorians did not believe in shying away from the face of Death, but that did not mean they begged to fall into its clutches.

"I've heard many sing in the forges of Resa; I can endure much," she quipped in regards to the man's singing ability. After all, the Mandokarla didn't welcome people to live in Resa to heal emotionally only because they could hold a tune. If a Student of their Way could not tolerate the noise they would find no mercy from the Ranger, Pathfinder, or Shaman seeing their training later. Better the howls of the living than the cries of the dying.

A soft, short chuckle escaped Runi after Ijaat expressed gratitude for her 'restraint.' "I trust all souls to find their own Path in life. If I can provide them a tool along the way to aid them in their journey, I am pleased." Her form of proselytizing was convincing people to make the right decision. Some had become lost in darkness and needed a light home; while others needed reminded that weapons and ships were not the only needs of the Mandalorian people.

"You are always welcome in Resa. To learn. To remember. ...To sing. Otherwise, I will haunt you in Chambers as the Wild Space worlds find their voices." As for the little village of the hidden world of Kestri, the Mandokarla had already begun work on another Resa on Hefi. It would be difficult to direct people to a spiritual sanctuary without breaking the silence otherwise. "For now, I hope we can elude the political currents and enjoy one another's company."

:: Ijaat Mereel ​