Don't Stop Me Now [First Order Military Ball]

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

"Just water thank you I prefer not to drink alcohol before a performance." She says smiling and taking in the man's gestures and thinking about her routine. She had the acrobatics and the charisma that people seemed to love. She had danced in many places and at many events but this was by far the biggest most extravagant event she had ever been at.

As more people began to filter into the hall Echo realized she would have to be spectacular for this was the biggest crowd she had ever danced in front of. She was prepared to do anything to please this crowd for this was her job and she had never left a crowd unsatisfied and she wasn't about to start now. She smiled looking at the bag she had brought with her "Do you have a place I can put this?"

[member="Ludolf Vaas"]

 

[Boggo Flib]

No one had more class than a Kaminoan. After landing Rama gracefully walking to the palace. Adorned in his royal armor and rather expensive cloth the kaminoan bowed deeply to the guards with respect after all they were doing their job. " Thank you for being here today gentlemen." Rama commented and then continued inside. Towering over the rest of people the Kaminoan nodded to those he knew. It had been quite some time since he had been out and about specifically to a social event of this scale.

Business was sure to come up eventually.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Echo Kora"]

Harley saw some one giving up the opportunity n a drink, know it was not just any drink, it was Corellian brandy. This was not going to go to waste, as she asked for water instead. She turned round to the soldier type, and said Hay pudding I have that brandy if your offering. She was blatant in most ting she did, including asking for drinks, and stealing that sliver knife earlier. Though that was in her hand bag along with a few other things, anyone think she was kleptomaniac, as she never paid for anything. She how ever put it down to her birth right of being sith, though most sith where more intent on stealing words.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

"Ah, but of course," Ludolf replied to [member="Echo Kora"]. To refuse alcohol before a performance, she seemed quite serious about her craft. It seemed as though General Vaas had chosen the right artist for a performance. "I'll have your things brought up to the stage."

He motioned for two on-duty Stormtroopers to take Echo's bag. "Miss Kora's personals," Ludolf instructed the two men. "Place them on the main stage and see to it that they aren't touched."

Complying with his order, the two Troopers carried on with their duties. Ludolf turned his shoulder, his attention diverted by another woman. She had a strange appearance about her, and General Vaas was instantly able to recognize that she was not First Order, whatever she was. Her accent, too, was foreign, which led Ludolf to believe that she was probably with the One Sith. Not being Force-sensitive, he couldn't confirm this, but the woman carried herself with a saunter of the Sith that he was not at all unfamiliar with, after his time spent with the One Sith himself. Despite Harley's strange mannerisms, Ludolf couldn't help but give a tactful grin at her coment.

"Miss Kora," He turned back to Echo with a smile. "If you are ready to begin your performance, I shall announce you." Then, with two fingers, Ludolf motioned a nearby server towards the group of three. "A water for Miss Kora. And a Corellian brandy, for miss...?" He inquired of [member="Harley"] .

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

"I am ready thank you." She says and breaths in deeply. This was the gig she had been waiting for for a long time. This could make her a galactic superstar if she rocks this stage she could live the good life and who knows what could come out of this opportunity. She steadied her breathing and then waited for Mister Vaas to lead the way to the main stage these people were about to get the show of their lives

[member="Ludolf Vaas"]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Echo Kora"]

She finished her sentence for him, Miss Quinn, she then quickly took the brandy as it came. She never had the good stuff before As [member="Darth Vornskr"] kept his liqueur cabinet locked, oh not just any lock, it was sith alchemy was used on the lock. He probably knew not to trust her with anything not bolted down, even then it was always safe. She was not a zambrano, but she was part of the master race ether way. The glass came to her, and she took a sip and she could feel the quality over the moonshine she usually drinks. As she did she looked at the woman face, and waved hand in front of it, wondering if she could see it.

 

[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

I walk into the large lavish structure, "Whoa, this is fancy. Thank you Larry..." I walk in and instantly head for the bar, "Give me whatever you have, and make it snappy." My friend [member="Larry Cheswa"] told me about this. And you might ask, how do I know Larry? His family is a friend of my family, were practically cousins. I grab my drink and head to the crowd, "Larry! Hey Larry Cheswa!"

 

[Larry Cheswa]

(I am talking to myself now, great.) "Matthew! Long time no see eh?" I say in response to [member="Matthew (Rogue) Drevur"]. I walk with him towards some benches, "How are you? I haven't heard from you sense the whole, shot in the head incident?"

 

[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

"Ive been good, I have a bounty i'm supposed to collect. Not here of course, but hopefully I get the job done. It pays a lot ya know." Then I see him, [member="Rama Zhar'su"], "Well call me an idiot. I think I found my answer to this." I walk over to the Kaminoan, for you see, the bounty was on a cloning serum, or a clone itself, "Um excuse me sir, may I talk to you?"

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Was Cameron fully aware that [member="Amorella Mae"]'s business efforts aided those in direct opposition to the First Order? Absolutely. While he did not pry into the personal life of his wife, he most certainly did make the occasional general query. The Sith Lord wasn't exactly one for long verbal discourse, and he also did not prefer long ceremonies. However, he was all too happy to entertain many of his dislikes if it were the wish of Esmae. To her credit, she did not often ask him to participate in anything that might otherwise displease him.

The frown that Amorella afforded Cameron in response to his question only served to send the Sith Lord's soft smile into a broad grin. He didn't think she had...though he was quite certain she did miss her mother. Never fear. They visited her brother a lot. Dissero was an individual that Cameron went to great lengths these days to...ensure he did not have any negative interactions with the First Order.

The great lengths really only constituted the occasional inquiry. It was a gift.

"Do you miss your divine affairs?"

Cameron shrugged his shoulders. "I mean let's be honest; I've engendered that level of fervent devotion in my past." The statement was completely absent arrogance. It was merely a conveyance of fact that Esmae would know all too well.

Releasing the alluring woman's arm, Cameron subtly slipped it around her waist as he drew closer to her, his desire to be beside her evident in his body language. "In all seriousness though, how could I miss it? I still have the best part of the experience with me."

Forcing himself to tear his gaze from Amorella, the Master of Ren allowed his eyes to take in the current inhabitants of the large room. There was quite a variety. From prestigious military officers, to a Stormtrooper that obviously could not stand to be parted with his helmet, to an entity he completely did not recognize...but seemed to be drawing a great deal of attention from some of the more...insipid...women.

"Look dear. A celebrity. Let's go be social." There were precisely three people in the galaxy that would undoubtedly know being social for Cameron generally meant attempting to prove some type of point. Casually, he offered his arm back to Amorella as he angled them towards [member="Raph Tritum"]'s location.

When they arrived within earshot, Cameron took it upon himself to break the ice. "My. You do seem to have quite a following. I'm almost embarrassed that I don't know you, Mr...?"

Almost.

 

[Clovis Torcularis]

I was use to being the new kid on the block, so it didn't surprise me when most of my peeps decided to splinter into their comfort cells. To be honest to those around me, I made my rounds shaking this hand and that hand, but not in a way that would condemn me as an ass-kisser. But in a way that people would know that I had their back in times of crisis. Being as tall as I am, my shoulders have a wide berth, perfectly made for some lonely lass or lad to cry upon. Of course that if someone did feel the need to cry upon my wide shoulders, I would have been at a lost.

By the time my rounds where finished, I found myself standing next to a serving droid. I once mentioned somewhere that I have nothing against droids, except for their inability to see the bigger picture. Since the droid didn't know me and I didn't know it, and my circle of friends here at the ball was diminished greatly, I decided to befriend the only individual whom I felt was less desirable than myself.

"Have you heard the joke about the three girls talking about their husbands named Richard," I asked my fellow mechanical speaker. The droid turned it's head slightly, unsure what I was getting at. Being the one that brings the most awkwardness to the room, I continued. "Since we all have a husband that is named Richard, I think we should delegate a nickname for them based off soda drinks. I'll go first. I'll name my husband 7-up because he is seven inches long and is always up. The second wife says I'll name my husband Mountain Dew because he can mount and do me anytime. The last wife says I'll name my husband Jack Daniels. At the mention of the name, the first wife says to the last wife 'Honey, Jack Daniels is a hard liquor.' The third wife says 'Yeah, that's my Richard."

The server droid's eyes blinked a couple of times, then he walked away from me. In disgust I hung my head in shame. There was a comedian I adored that had died a few years ago who coined the motto 'I get no respect.' I knew how he felt.

 

[Werah Unon]

Werah walked into the crowded ballroom, dressed in a outfit that was slightly more formal than normal. He had his mimic mask online, and was picking up as many accents as he could. He had been notified that the Techno Union were invited, and thought it would be good to make an appearance. Focusing his mind, he lifted a glass of a tray, with the force, and made it float high in the air. Bringing it closer, he grasped it tightly, and dropped his focus. He looked around, seeing if there was anyone he knew. No one caught his eye, but he didn't mind. He needed a bit of a party, after all the work on Lirra.

Suddenly, he spotted a face in the crowd. It was Alky, a fellow TU neophyte. Walking over, he spoke, "Alky! Good to see you here!", using one of the stranger accents he had picked up. Alky turned around, seeing Werah. "Oh, hiya Werah. Werah, this is Don Rigan", she said, gesturing at the man she was talking too. Werah looked at the man, a rather plump fellow. He had no idea who he was, so he listened to Alky. "He's a shipping magnate in the TU.", she explained, taking a sip of her drink...

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

The server returned with both a glass of water and a Corellian brandy, and Ludolf smiled at [member="Echo Kora"].

"Excellent. Shall we, then?" And, over his shoulder to [member="Harley"], "Would you excuse me for a moment, Miss Quinn?"

General Vaas led Echo up to a small platform to the main ballroom floor. Several Stormtroopers cleared the floor to prepare for Echo's performance, making sure that the stage would be completely set for her. Meanwhile, a spotlight posted high above on the palace's high walls beamed a light down onto the ballroom floor, while the rest of the lights in the main hall began to slowly darken.

On the stage, Echo would find her bag, should she need it. Ludolf slipped off to the side and said a few hushed words to another officer, who then went and stepped up to the top of the grandiose staircase that overlooked the entire hall. Pressing a comlink button on his collar, the officer projected his voice across the entire room, his deep basso profundo echoing throughout the halls of the palace for all to hear.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for your entertainment pleasure. The First Order presents - a performance by Echo Kora."

Ludolf relinquished from the ballroom floor and returned to his position beside Harley. A passing waiter with a tray was stopped by the General, who snatched a full glass of champagne from the tray before sending him on his way, and focusing his attention on the performance about to unfold.

"This dancer has come highly recommended. Ought to be interesting," He said to Miss Quinn.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Echo takes a deep breath and then steps forward into the beam of light the spotlight was providing. Her hair glowed slightly as the light shined down upon her. She smiled and then as the music started she begins her routine the only way she knew how she launched herself into a side spin before landing and moon walking to her bag pulling out a white fedora and putting it on she then did a backflip. Before launching into her main routine which consisted mostly of acrobatics and some dubsep moves

[member="Ludolf Vaas"]

 

[RoyaleChaos]

Zratos walked in a suit with a hood still over his face while strolling over to the bar "Get me your strongest drink." He then turned without another word and looked over the crowd. It felt so weird for him to have all six of his arms showing at once. He saw the man standing alone after being abandoned by a droid. and decided his drink cold wait a bit longer and he walked over briskly to the person

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Late arrival, she liked being a late arrival gave everyone else the chance to mingle and wander while she could slip in grab a drink and watch the ever growing list of interactions among them all.

This was how she learned, watching them. Their habits the way they scanned a room, spoke to friends, and enemies. Her father had taught her that observation could be a great asset in determining how one's enemies could react.

She arrived wearing her favorite color, black this dress fit her well almost as well as the one she wore for the installation of the new king of Atrisia. This one however showed a bit more leg. She walked in and immediately picked up a glass of champagne, winking at the waiter as he went by.

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor's attention was pulled away hearing the announcement about entertainment. Guiding [member="Jia Zhu"] with him he moved a little closer to the Platform. Out of the corner of his eye he saw [member="Sentiri"] playing wall ornament. He chuckled slightly to himself before turning back to watch the performance.

"Well that seems interesting.........was not expecting acrobatics." "The Fedora is a nice touch though don't you think."

He slipped an arm around Jia's waist as he watched the show for a moment before whisperign to her and slipping back to where Agent Sentiri was.

"Kind of hard to have fun staying back her all by yourself." "My not mingle with people.........you can come meet my friend Jia." "She is a bit of the shy type herself."

Viktor smiled before sliding back up to Jia's side.

 

[OK-3103]

He was late and not even fashionably so. It was oddly his first time in dress uniform. In all his time as a trooper, he never got to wear one, and not he was an officer? Well it felt even odder. For a start it wasn't standard issue but was instead tailored. This was a first for him. And as he approached the gathering and walked softly, so as not to spoil the entertainment, he cast his eyes around for somewhere to stand.

His appointment to become an officer was recent. He was no longer a rank and file trooper, but he didn't feel like an officer just yet, either. So - as so often happens - the two groups remained islands amongst the assembled masses, he had to decide where to go.

He ran a finger under his collar. It wasn't that the shirt did not fit, it was simply an involuntary reaction to the tension. Battles he took in his stride. Social occasions, they were so much more treacherous, especially if you didn't know the rules of engagement.

 

[Icarus]

Kirk fixed his uniform jacket, scratching at his stubble. Where should I go first? He turned his attention to the lone officer, [member="OK-3103"] as he watched him fiddle with the collar of his uniform.

(What's his rank?)

 

[OK-3103]

Lieutenant Meneer Chrome turned to his superior officer, who had arrived shortly after he had. 'At least I'm not last,' he thought. He removed his index finger from his collar and saluted, slightly awkwardly. It was odd to perform this simple task without a helmet. It looked as though his hand was half a kilometre away from his head, and when he compensated, he tended to hit himself in the temple.

"Have you been to many of these events?" he asked. It was hopefully a safe question, and desirable to asking the man what he did for a living, which would have been a really foolish thing to ask.

[member="Icarus"]