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Don't Stop Me Now [First Order Military Ball]
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Icarus
"Mess with the best, die like the rest."
"At ease Lieutenant." He brushed a speck of dirt off of his shoulder, looking Meneer in the eye. "No, I can't say I have."
"Bartender, two drinks please."
[member="OK-3103"]
"Bartender, two drinks please."
[member="OK-3103"]
cheshire_kitty
All that remains
Konrad was late to the ball but that was not unexpected. Above all, the army came first to him and he had to fulfil his duties before he even considered doing anything else. Dressed in his army uniform, he entered the venue of the ball alone. It had never crossed his mind to bring a female on his arm as company, he had only ever loved one person and despite her death, he had remained loyal to her - any future of a family died with her.
A performance had begun not too long ago when he entered the room however, as he was never fond of the arts, he paid it no mind and headed in the direction of who he assumed was the man behind the ball [member="Ludolf Vaas"] who seemed to be with a woman. He had never met her before but he could tell she was force sensitive. Konrad waited a bit until the performance was over before introducing himself to the man.
"I assume you are General Vaas of the First Order? It is a pleasure to be in your company. I am Konrad von Grimmelshausen, High General of the One Sith Army but since this is a social event, I believe 'Konrad' would be more appropriate." He smiled at the man and the woman that he assumed accompanied him. "I hope I am not disturbing you since I see you are with a female friend but etiquette dictates that I introduce myself to the host."
[member="Harley"]
A performance had begun not too long ago when he entered the room however, as he was never fond of the arts, he paid it no mind and headed in the direction of who he assumed was the man behind the ball [member="Ludolf Vaas"] who seemed to be with a woman. He had never met her before but he could tell she was force sensitive. Konrad waited a bit until the performance was over before introducing himself to the man.
"I assume you are General Vaas of the First Order? It is a pleasure to be in your company. I am Konrad von Grimmelshausen, High General of the One Sith Army but since this is a social event, I believe 'Konrad' would be more appropriate." He smiled at the man and the woman that he assumed accompanied him. "I hope I am not disturbing you since I see you are with a female friend but etiquette dictates that I introduce myself to the host."
[member="Harley"]
Ax'no
Mystical Caprine
Gliding through the main entrance, with her three young maidens not too far behind her, Briga Tiin, a Caprine mystic from Iktotch, surveyed the crowded, lavish, military affair. No expense has been spared here, she thought, suitably impressed as was the idea.
Briga wore a long black sheath-like dress, which lapped at the tip of her black sandals.
Normally, she preferred to be adorned in more colorful garments and head gear, but since this was a stately ball held by the First Order, she opted for an elegant understated gown. Nothing revealing, of course. The Goddess was an apotheosis, a vessel for abundance, fertility and love. There was no need to advertise this fact. It just was. Ax'no was an ascetic vessel of the divine.
Or so that’s what she wanted the galaxy to believe.
Soon Ax’no will return, swift and unforgiving towards those who doubt her, she mused. And then I will have my apotheosis.
But for now, it was time to mingle.
Black, gloves made from an Ankarax hide adorned her arms; only a sliver of skin showed between the dress and the gloves above her elbows. Both for those who got close enough an extremely fine fur glazed the surface of her flesh. As all Caprines were, Briga was a social creature. She’d brought along three handmaidens, all of the Asti race of her species, a trio of svelte nymphs with bubbling laughter. However, they were not as cultured as the horned, amber-haired darksider.
“You must remember to eat with utensils,” she warned them. “And do not laugh too loud… and please for the love of Ax’no, do not drink too many spirits.” Her species enjoyed revelry, but this was a perfect opportunity to show off how majestic and disciplined Caprine could be. At least that’s what Briga wanted to display – the perfection of the anointed.
In order to secure her place at the ball, she’d been arranged as a date for one Braxus Zambrano, otherwise known as Sith Lord, [member="Darth Prazutis"]. She’d never met the man – or she thought he was human at least – but not intimidated by the thought of a blind date as it were, she looked forward to his company and eventually revealing her future plans, if not tonight, than at some point. Briga felt that the Sith could help her with the goals for her species like possible relocation to a planet with more abundant resources than Iktotch. Dosuun certainly fit that bill, thought the Caprine sorceress.
“What a fine world this is,” she said to her trio of horned adepts, searching the room for Lord Prazutis.
Briga wore a long black sheath-like dress, which lapped at the tip of her black sandals.
Normally, she preferred to be adorned in more colorful garments and head gear, but since this was a stately ball held by the First Order, she opted for an elegant understated gown. Nothing revealing, of course. The Goddess was an apotheosis, a vessel for abundance, fertility and love. There was no need to advertise this fact. It just was. Ax'no was an ascetic vessel of the divine.
Or so that’s what she wanted the galaxy to believe.
Soon Ax’no will return, swift and unforgiving towards those who doubt her, she mused. And then I will have my apotheosis.
But for now, it was time to mingle.
Black, gloves made from an Ankarax hide adorned her arms; only a sliver of skin showed between the dress and the gloves above her elbows. Both for those who got close enough an extremely fine fur glazed the surface of her flesh. As all Caprines were, Briga was a social creature. She’d brought along three handmaidens, all of the Asti race of her species, a trio of svelte nymphs with bubbling laughter. However, they were not as cultured as the horned, amber-haired darksider.
“You must remember to eat with utensils,” she warned them. “And do not laugh too loud… and please for the love of Ax’no, do not drink too many spirits.” Her species enjoyed revelry, but this was a perfect opportunity to show off how majestic and disciplined Caprine could be. At least that’s what Briga wanted to display – the perfection of the anointed.
In order to secure her place at the ball, she’d been arranged as a date for one Braxus Zambrano, otherwise known as Sith Lord, [member="Darth Prazutis"]. She’d never met the man – or she thought he was human at least – but not intimidated by the thought of a blind date as it were, she looked forward to his company and eventually revealing her future plans, if not tonight, than at some point. Briga felt that the Sith could help her with the goals for her species like possible relocation to a planet with more abundant resources than Iktotch. Dosuun certainly fit that bill, thought the Caprine sorceress.
“What a fine world this is,” she said to her trio of horned adepts, searching the room for Lord Prazutis.
Clovis Torcularis
The Wretched Prodigal Son
I never attended many balls, or celebrations, so my little hymen was on the verge of being broken by the biggest hardcore representatives that made who we are. Trying not to gush when the petite little girl took the stage to shake her assets to showcase what I couldn't possibly do took center attention I couldn't help being jealous. I mean seriously, this [member="Echo Kora"] was making my third leg dance a jig, and I hoped that little masked monster would behave. I've stated many times, if you pay attention to me, that a sexual relationship is about as possible me as a renewed Full House ever happen. Uh, never mind. Stupid comparisions. Yep, I was so enthralled that I, me, misspelled a word. That was the magnitude of this lass' moves.
A cold shower later and a date with flesh friendly soap, I returned to the ball.
I returned to the ball, with no one missing me, but feeling a less heated.
Once again I tried to make myself a little more important by thwarting a drunk. Now understand that violence of any nature was forbidden, but I don't read unimportant edicts very successfully. I mean this guy was so overboard that I took it upon myself to sober him up.
This staggering man was making better crude jokes toward the opposite sex that for a minute I would have called him God. But reality and common sense, ok mainly jealousy took over, and I slid up to him. Putting my head on his shoulder, followed by my red eyes and asthmatic breathing, I quickly got his attention. Looking down upon me like I was some squatter, he tried to speak some wise philosophic words until I cut his head off. Did I ever mention that my reflexes are god-like. No, well they are.
I watched the thudding head hit the floor, realizing I broke some unspoken law here, and trying to look cool I shrugged and pointed to the headless drunk like he farted. Taking a step back from the severed head, I waved my hand in front of my face saying, "Beans. Damn. Beans!"
A cold shower later and a date with flesh friendly soap, I returned to the ball.
I returned to the ball, with no one missing me, but feeling a less heated.
Once again I tried to make myself a little more important by thwarting a drunk. Now understand that violence of any nature was forbidden, but I don't read unimportant edicts very successfully. I mean this guy was so overboard that I took it upon myself to sober him up.
This staggering man was making better crude jokes toward the opposite sex that for a minute I would have called him God. But reality and common sense, ok mainly jealousy took over, and I slid up to him. Putting my head on his shoulder, followed by my red eyes and asthmatic breathing, I quickly got his attention. Looking down upon me like I was some squatter, he tried to speak some wise philosophic words until I cut his head off. Did I ever mention that my reflexes are god-like. No, well they are.
I watched the thudding head hit the floor, realizing I broke some unspoken law here, and trying to look cool I shrugged and pointed to the headless drunk like he farted. Taking a step back from the severed head, I waved my hand in front of my face saying, "Beans. Damn. Beans!"
Larry Cheswa
Second In Command of Sibar Laval. First Order
After Rogue departed, I headed toward the bar, which is filled with the brim with people at the moment. "Get me a drink." I grab my drink and sit down. (I am actually going to an event right now, ill get to posting tomorrow)
Jia Zhu
Member
Jia leaned into the touch from Viktor. She didn't know how she felt yet though. Being here with all these important people. She felt like she didn't belong but she wanted too.
Jia turned and looked at Viktor and flashed a nervous smile, he unnerved her. "Do you want anything? I can serve you." Jia would be proud to serve him.
[member="Viktor Alexander"]
Jia turned and looked at Viktor and flashed a nervous smile, he unnerved her. "Do you want anything? I can serve you." Jia would be proud to serve him.
[member="Viktor Alexander"]
Hailey Sosis
Snowflake
[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Echo Kora"]
She asked @ludolf vass, Who highly recommend her, after all she blind. Harley may be a force user, but she no real galactic knowledge. She then watched her dance, it was in her eyes the way she outfought people, in reality it was much more graceful. No big deal she thought to herself, after all she consider herself a member of the master race. Then another member of the one sith came in, she had not met him before. Then again he was only in charge non force users, which still more responsibility than she had. Though she had manged to hold Jedi masters to a draw in an invasion, and had almost captured a republic ship, if they did not set the self destruction button. Her talents where in fighting not leading men into battle, also stealing things she was good at that too. Though it was more due to blatant consequences of trying to stop her, as she was quite vicious once she got going. She then watched im just call her a female friend, her eyes flashed Yellow, he could asked her name first.
She asked @ludolf vass, Who highly recommend her, after all she blind. Harley may be a force user, but she no real galactic knowledge. She then watched her dance, it was in her eyes the way she outfought people, in reality it was much more graceful. No big deal she thought to herself, after all she consider herself a member of the master race. Then another member of the one sith came in, she had not met him before. Then again he was only in charge non force users, which still more responsibility than she had. Though she had manged to hold Jedi masters to a draw in an invasion, and had almost captured a republic ship, if they did not set the self destruction button. Her talents where in fighting not leading men into battle, also stealing things she was good at that too. Though it was more due to blatant consequences of trying to stop her, as she was quite vicious once she got going. She then watched im just call her a female friend, her eyes flashed Yellow, he could asked her name first.
Hydralord
New Member
Hydra looked closely at the ball standing in the corner window, He gazed over the crowd hopping his HUD can pick up a scent of a bounty
"Come on there has to be a scumbag here that the resistance wants dead" Hydra said, to himself
This ball is elegant he thought to himself, all the fixtures and the uniforms the commanders wore, then he remembered his past
"This is no time for parties" Hydra said
Then his HUD started to lable someone, there was his bounty
"Come on there has to be a scumbag here that the resistance wants dead" Hydra said, to himself
This ball is elegant he thought to himself, all the fixtures and the uniforms the commanders wore, then he remembered his past
"This is no time for parties" Hydra said
Then his HUD started to lable someone, there was his bounty
Hydralord
New Member
Hydra looked closely at the ball standing in the corner window, He gazed over the crowd hopping his HUD can pick up a scent of a bounty
"Come on there has to be a scumbag here that the resistance wants dead" Hydra said, to himself
This ball is elegant he thought to himself, all the fixtures and the uniforms the commanders wore, then he remembered his past
"This is no time for parties" Hydra said
Then his HUD started to label someone, there was his bounty
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/81778-my-character-hydra/#entry1203470 (Character Bio)
"Come on there has to be a scumbag here that the resistance wants dead" Hydra said, to himself
This ball is elegant he thought to himself, all the fixtures and the uniforms the commanders wore, then he remembered his past
"This is no time for parties" Hydra said
Then his HUD started to label someone, there was his bounty
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/81778-my-character-hydra/#entry1203470 (Character Bio)
Eli-Mae Forrest
Well-Known Member
Soon Echo would finish her routine and hit her finishing pose waiting for the applause that would be her cue to release and move from the stage onto the floor. she smiled with the fedora low her face where her eyes would be. As the applause started she then curtsied and walked off the stage taking off the hat on the way off placing it back in the bag she then fought her way through the crowd and found [member="Ludolf Vaas"], and [member="Harley"]
Success or Death.
It was not every day Darth Ophidia attended a party. Last time she had, it did not end well for the hosts. However, she had no such intentions for this night. On this night, she was actually trying to enjoy herself with the mundane pleasures of the rich, the powerful, and otherwise those allowed in. Sometimes, such events granted her a certain insight in the minds of others, their character if you will. Some times, it was a bore and a waste of time.
She had remained quite in the middle of the crowd during the speech, being just another head in the mass. So many who did not want to be seen made the grave mistake of remaining on the outskirts. In the middle, it was far easier to be forgotten, unless you already stood out or did something very, very stupid. Some would say it was easier to observe from the corners, but you would only be observing the outskirts. She found that the best way of blending in and staying observant was to be mobile and centred, though not too centred. Talk to some, but do not remain in conversation; buy drinks, but not too much; move, but do so calmly and with apparent purpose.
Of course, she was not there to remain unseen, that was simply a force of habit.
What was not as much a habit of hers was the dressing up. Her dress, black in colour and decorated with patterns she had never bothered learning the names of. What had marvelled her the most when she was dressed up in it was the fact that parts were actually glued onto her skin in order to prevent the silken fabrics from slipping. It could certainly be worn without glue, but knowing her aptitude for fast-moving escapades, it was a prudent decision to apply extra measures of fastening. The open back of the dress also revealed the extensive scar of electrocution, spreading from her spine like a tree with a thousand branches disappearing into the fabrics of her dress. Some of the branches reached as high as her neck, grasping like thin fingers at the base of her skull. It had faded some, thanks to the great care of One Sith medical personell, and for this night it was lightly subdued by a layer of cosmetics to give it something of a delicate look.
Balancing on heels like only a master of the Way of the Ysalamiri could, she strode to the bar and placed down her empty glass. She somehow managed to fit her rump on a stool as the glass was taken away and a new one poured with rich, red liquid. She nodded to the bartender and surveyed the wall of bottles. While her right hand lightly gripped the stalk of the glass, her left traced the head of the silver, serpentine jewellery wrapped around her neck. To cover the difference in colour of her arms, they were both adorned with gloves, reaching just above her elbows. To be honest, she was not too shy about her scars, but some times it was apparently customary to show one's best appearance.
She brought the wine up to her nose, gave it a customary sniff, then a sip.
Turning on her stool, Ophidia was able to observe the dancer. She had to admit, it was quite the remarkable performance. The use of hats was certainly colourful. Setting down the glass, she gave a light applause.
She had remained quite in the middle of the crowd during the speech, being just another head in the mass. So many who did not want to be seen made the grave mistake of remaining on the outskirts. In the middle, it was far easier to be forgotten, unless you already stood out or did something very, very stupid. Some would say it was easier to observe from the corners, but you would only be observing the outskirts. She found that the best way of blending in and staying observant was to be mobile and centred, though not too centred. Talk to some, but do not remain in conversation; buy drinks, but not too much; move, but do so calmly and with apparent purpose.
Of course, she was not there to remain unseen, that was simply a force of habit.
What was not as much a habit of hers was the dressing up. Her dress, black in colour and decorated with patterns she had never bothered learning the names of. What had marvelled her the most when she was dressed up in it was the fact that parts were actually glued onto her skin in order to prevent the silken fabrics from slipping. It could certainly be worn without glue, but knowing her aptitude for fast-moving escapades, it was a prudent decision to apply extra measures of fastening. The open back of the dress also revealed the extensive scar of electrocution, spreading from her spine like a tree with a thousand branches disappearing into the fabrics of her dress. Some of the branches reached as high as her neck, grasping like thin fingers at the base of her skull. It had faded some, thanks to the great care of One Sith medical personell, and for this night it was lightly subdued by a layer of cosmetics to give it something of a delicate look.
Balancing on heels like only a master of the Way of the Ysalamiri could, she strode to the bar and placed down her empty glass. She somehow managed to fit her rump on a stool as the glass was taken away and a new one poured with rich, red liquid. She nodded to the bartender and surveyed the wall of bottles. While her right hand lightly gripped the stalk of the glass, her left traced the head of the silver, serpentine jewellery wrapped around her neck. To cover the difference in colour of her arms, they were both adorned with gloves, reaching just above her elbows. To be honest, she was not too shy about her scars, but some times it was apparently customary to show one's best appearance.
She brought the wine up to her nose, gave it a customary sniff, then a sip.
Turning on her stool, Ophidia was able to observe the dancer. She had to admit, it was quite the remarkable performance. The use of hats was certainly colourful. Setting down the glass, she gave a light applause.
Kenrath
Well-Known Member
Viktor smiled taking a moment to politely clap when the performance was over before turning to [member="Jia Zhu"] leaning in so nobody could hear what he said.
"Jia you are here as my guest not my servant." "Try and enjoy yourself and not look so nervous." "Yes there are important and powerful people here." "However they are people, they have wants, needs, and desires just like everyone else."
As one of the servers walked by Viktor grabbed two drinks handing one to Jia. The exact opposite of what she had just proposed to him. He smiled waiting for her to take the drink from him before taking a sip of his own.
"Jia you are here as my guest not my servant." "Try and enjoy yourself and not look so nervous." "Yes there are important and powerful people here." "However they are people, they have wants, needs, and desires just like everyone else."
As one of the servers walked by Viktor grabbed two drinks handing one to Jia. The exact opposite of what she had just proposed to him. He smiled waiting for her to take the drink from him before taking a sip of his own.
Ludolf Vaas
"Trust me"
Observing [member="Echo Kora"]'s dance, Ludolf raised an eyebrow. He had certainly never seen anything like it before. Then again, he had spent most of his life learning various inventive ways to kill people, which left him somewhat at a loss for today's current pop culture. He supposed the average foot soldier would appreciate the dance much more, and judging by their applause, that seemed to be the case. And that was all that mattered.
General Vaas turned to [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]. A man after his own heart, the two were coiffed and dressed similarly - at a glance one would almost imagine that they belonged to the same faction. It wasn't so very long ago that Ludolf himself held a similar position to Konrad's in the One Sith. Ludolf smiled at the fellow General.
"General von Grimmelshausen - Konrad," He corrected himself. "Likewise, you may call me Ludolf." Being another General, Ludolf considered him a peer, even if they were not of the same faction. "It is good to meet you. I'm glad the One Sith has found their way to the event. Please, make yourself at home," He told Konrad.
He was certainly glad to see another General, rather than a Sith Lord. Ludolf still couldn't be sure how his defection from the One Sith caused him to be viewed by the Dark Council.
"You should also know that the First Order's strength is ready to assist the One Sith at any time," He continued, to Konrad. "We should like it known that we view men like you as brothers of the same yoke."
Ludolf also caught that [member="Harley"] didn't exactly take too well to being called his "female friend". Vaas smiled, amused. "This is Miss Quinn. I believe she is also part of the One Sith."
It was just then that Echo returned from her routine. It went over well with the men, who were most likely looking to meet her. "Miss Kora, a most excellent performance. Bravo." He handed Echo a glass of champagne.
General Vaas turned to [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]. A man after his own heart, the two were coiffed and dressed similarly - at a glance one would almost imagine that they belonged to the same faction. It wasn't so very long ago that Ludolf himself held a similar position to Konrad's in the One Sith. Ludolf smiled at the fellow General.
"General von Grimmelshausen - Konrad," He corrected himself. "Likewise, you may call me Ludolf." Being another General, Ludolf considered him a peer, even if they were not of the same faction. "It is good to meet you. I'm glad the One Sith has found their way to the event. Please, make yourself at home," He told Konrad.
He was certainly glad to see another General, rather than a Sith Lord. Ludolf still couldn't be sure how his defection from the One Sith caused him to be viewed by the Dark Council.
"You should also know that the First Order's strength is ready to assist the One Sith at any time," He continued, to Konrad. "We should like it known that we view men like you as brothers of the same yoke."
Ludolf also caught that [member="Harley"] didn't exactly take too well to being called his "female friend". Vaas smiled, amused. "This is Miss Quinn. I believe she is also part of the One Sith."
It was just then that Echo returned from her routine. It went over well with the men, who were most likely looking to meet her. "Miss Kora, a most excellent performance. Bravo." He handed Echo a glass of champagne.
Shadow Hand
Strolling through the main entrance was a tall man who cast an even larger shadow in his wake, Darth Prazutis, the Director of Imperial Intelligence carefully observed the elegant military affair that unfolded before him. The tall man wore a classy outfit consisting of a tuxedo with a bowtie, and dress shoes. He even chose not to openly wear his lightsabers to this ball, rather carefully concealing them into this custom built tuxedo, he never went anywhere without being prepared.
These events were always filled with hefty political maneuvering, the various and sunderous ulterior motives of the arriving guests, business, and people just trying to enjoy themselves. Tonight Darth Prazutis fit into the latter category for once. The First Order were allies of the One Sith and this ball was not only a chance to build a good rapport with their ally, but to just enjoy the evening at this luxurious event.
He even had set himself up with a blind date for the night, out of a list of screened individuals. [member="Briga Tiin"] a cultured caprine mystic from Ikotch, and a beautiful socialite among the higher circles. It's widely regarded among the caprine peoples on Ikotch that she's the reincarnation of a harvest god called Ax'no. This information was hard to come by but for a man with the complex intelligence network that Darth Prazutis had, it was a simple command followed by some monetary sums placed into the right hands and eventually the information would work its way up the ladder of contacts, agents, informants, and Intelligence officers until it reached his desk in a neatly prepared file.
This woman intrigued him not only because he had never met a caprine before, but because of the cult-like following this mystic had. He scanned the crowd with a careful, observant eye for his date until he came upon a sight he was sure it was her. A crowd of four that were unmistakable for a subrace of the caprine he learned up about the asti, after all he always liked to do his homework on people. Were it anyone else they might be intimidated at the group that huddled around the lithe woman who he was sure was Briga, a woman who carried herself far differently from her three bubbling friends.
Prazutis walked through the crowds to the group and made himself known once he was approaching her side "Pardon me for interrupting Lady Tiin. I am Lord Prazutis." Prazutis said as he gently grabbed the womans hand, for such an imposing figure he could be surprisingly graceful. He then lightly kissed her hand, then slowly letting go "I do apologize for my tardiness I had to take care of some business. I hope I didnt keep such a beautiful woman as yourself waiting too long." Prazutis added. First impressions were very important and he knew just how to perform them. He was an excellent actor, a deceiver, but there were no need for lies and facades here, only to speak the truth in a charming manner of course.
These events were always filled with hefty political maneuvering, the various and sunderous ulterior motives of the arriving guests, business, and people just trying to enjoy themselves. Tonight Darth Prazutis fit into the latter category for once. The First Order were allies of the One Sith and this ball was not only a chance to build a good rapport with their ally, but to just enjoy the evening at this luxurious event.
He even had set himself up with a blind date for the night, out of a list of screened individuals. [member="Briga Tiin"] a cultured caprine mystic from Ikotch, and a beautiful socialite among the higher circles. It's widely regarded among the caprine peoples on Ikotch that she's the reincarnation of a harvest god called Ax'no. This information was hard to come by but for a man with the complex intelligence network that Darth Prazutis had, it was a simple command followed by some monetary sums placed into the right hands and eventually the information would work its way up the ladder of contacts, agents, informants, and Intelligence officers until it reached his desk in a neatly prepared file.
This woman intrigued him not only because he had never met a caprine before, but because of the cult-like following this mystic had. He scanned the crowd with a careful, observant eye for his date until he came upon a sight he was sure it was her. A crowd of four that were unmistakable for a subrace of the caprine he learned up about the asti, after all he always liked to do his homework on people. Were it anyone else they might be intimidated at the group that huddled around the lithe woman who he was sure was Briga, a woman who carried herself far differently from her three bubbling friends.
Prazutis walked through the crowds to the group and made himself known once he was approaching her side "Pardon me for interrupting Lady Tiin. I am Lord Prazutis." Prazutis said as he gently grabbed the womans hand, for such an imposing figure he could be surprisingly graceful. He then lightly kissed her hand, then slowly letting go "I do apologize for my tardiness I had to take care of some business. I hope I didnt keep such a beautiful woman as yourself waiting too long." Prazutis added. First impressions were very important and he knew just how to perform them. He was an excellent actor, a deceiver, but there were no need for lies and facades here, only to speak the truth in a charming manner of course.
Just when Raph thought he'd escaped the clutches of the debs, he found himself confronted by an august couple. The man wore apparel of simple elegance, showing at least an inkling of decorum. Rather swarthy, he radiated proper power, physical and otherwise. Had some high Baron arrived whose face Raph did not recognize? Unlikely, he knew all the important Tapani, excluding those blood sucking parasites from the free worlds, with their blasted notions of democracy and consent to govern. Plebes could barely read user agreements on the holonet before clicking "I have read and understood," how could they be expected to know anything about governance.
No matter. This fellow seemed like he would read any quite thoroughly before signing. Even if he was bald, light reflecting off his bald pate. Seemed like he might know one end of a light foil from the other too. Fencers had a certain poise, a surety of footing. And this man might teach the Mecetti Griffin a thing or two about deadly grace. His eyes were a startling silver-green. Some sort of mutation? A genetic off shoot? Or merely an unusual human?
Raph hurriedly broke eye contact, his own verdant gaze traveling to the man's companion. A fair-skinned creature with fiery red hair and eyes of a deep blue that Raph wouldn't mind drowning in. Her smile revealed sharpened canines. Tritum held back a shudder.
He covered it with a quick bow. "Nonsense. Raph Tritum of House Mecetti, a pleasure."
[member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Amorella Mae"]
No matter. This fellow seemed like he would read any quite thoroughly before signing. Even if he was bald, light reflecting off his bald pate. Seemed like he might know one end of a light foil from the other too. Fencers had a certain poise, a surety of footing. And this man might teach the Mecetti Griffin a thing or two about deadly grace. His eyes were a startling silver-green. Some sort of mutation? A genetic off shoot? Or merely an unusual human?
Raph hurriedly broke eye contact, his own verdant gaze traveling to the man's companion. A fair-skinned creature with fiery red hair and eyes of a deep blue that Raph wouldn't mind drowning in. Her smile revealed sharpened canines. Tritum held back a shudder.
He covered it with a quick bow. "Nonsense. Raph Tritum of House Mecetti, a pleasure."
[member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Amorella Mae"]
cheshire_kitty
All that remains
Konrad thanked [member="Ludolf Vaas"] for his and by extension, the hospitality of the First Order. It was obvious that no expense had been spared in the planning of this event. “The One Sith too are ready to assist our First Order allies should the need ever arise. Let us drink to the strengthening of the friendship between our two factions.” He said as he held took a non-alcoholic beverage from the tray of a passing waiter. It was a nice change to converse with another who held a position similar to his own from a different faction from his.
After taking a sip of his drink, he turned his attention to ‘Miss Quinn’ who stood near Ludolf after sensing her displeasure at something he had said. “My apologies Miss Quinn if I have slighted you with my words. As Ludolf had mentioned before, you too are a member of the One Sith yet, I do not believe this is the first time we meet. Nothing out of the ordinary for a faction with many members especially since my job is with the army and non-force users.” Konrad smiled to hide the fact that he was not good with women. Soldiers and armies were easy to understand and command but to him, women were a whole other beast entirely.
Having not paid much attention at all to the performance that had just ended, Konrad gave the dancer – Miss Kora – he remembered Ludolf calling her a bit ago, a quick nod in acknowledgement as she approached the group.
[member="Harley"] | [member="Echo Kora"]
After taking a sip of his drink, he turned his attention to ‘Miss Quinn’ who stood near Ludolf after sensing her displeasure at something he had said. “My apologies Miss Quinn if I have slighted you with my words. As Ludolf had mentioned before, you too are a member of the One Sith yet, I do not believe this is the first time we meet. Nothing out of the ordinary for a faction with many members especially since my job is with the army and non-force users.” Konrad smiled to hide the fact that he was not good with women. Soldiers and armies were easy to understand and command but to him, women were a whole other beast entirely.
Having not paid much attention at all to the performance that had just ended, Konrad gave the dancer – Miss Kora – he remembered Ludolf calling her a bit ago, a quick nod in acknowledgement as she approached the group.
[member="Harley"] | [member="Echo Kora"]
Ax'no
Mystical Caprine
“Priestess Tiin, this Sith Lord… is he rich?” asked Saira, her favorite of her handmaidens. The Asti Caprine wasn’t as cunning as the other two, but she was spirited and funny. Briga enjoyed levity and wine away from the prying eyes of her Colony, who thought of her as austere and serious, and Saira never failed to entertain her. The question caused the Caprine mystic to laugh. “I don’t know if he’s rich. There are certainly more attributes to a suitor than wealth.” Briga wasn’t even sure he was a suitor. It could have been that he didn’t want to show up without a lovely lady on his arm. But she knew that powerful galaxy figures like Lord Prazutis did nothing on a whim. It was likely that he’d calculated his every move tonight, including her prescence. But could Briga do the same?
You are just as clever and smart as the rest of them, despite your upbringing. It wasn’t as if the Caprine in general were seen as a worldy species, despite Priestess Tiin being revered among them. And she would do anything for them.
Anything.
“He’s the Director of Imperial Intelligence, Saira.” With amber eyes scanning the crowd, she found him, heading her way. Still watching him approach, she took a sip of her drink and then whispered to Saira. “That’s much more useful than credits. Now take the other maidens and go have fun. As usual don’t stray too far.” As she watched Saira bounce away, she hoped the Caprines would stay out of trouble. Wherever they were, mischief wasn't too far behind.
The tall human – or near-human, for now that he was close, she thought he had the saturnine complexion of an Epicanthix, dressed in a crisp black tuxedo, kissed her hand lightly, which caused Briga to blush slightly. She was not used to such amorous attention in public. Private was another matter.
“Not at all. My ladies were just leaving to socialize themselves. They are very excited to be here.” The mystic smiled up at him, her teeth slightly sharper. In fact with the light covering of fur, the horns and long claw-like fingernails, she had a slightly feral appearance. Hopefully, the sophisticated Sith Lord would not be deterred by that fact. “Lord Prazutis, I have to admit that I do not know much about you. Not that I wasn’t curious.” With a kittenish grin, she canted her head just slightly to let him know that, indeed, she was curious about him. “But I figured that would give us much to talk about. As long as my questions don’t appear too intrusive. So first off, tell me a little bit about your background, and your role within the Sith Organization.”
[member="Darth Prazutis"]
You are just as clever and smart as the rest of them, despite your upbringing. It wasn’t as if the Caprine in general were seen as a worldy species, despite Priestess Tiin being revered among them. And she would do anything for them.
Anything.
“He’s the Director of Imperial Intelligence, Saira.” With amber eyes scanning the crowd, she found him, heading her way. Still watching him approach, she took a sip of her drink and then whispered to Saira. “That’s much more useful than credits. Now take the other maidens and go have fun. As usual don’t stray too far.” As she watched Saira bounce away, she hoped the Caprines would stay out of trouble. Wherever they were, mischief wasn't too far behind.
The tall human – or near-human, for now that he was close, she thought he had the saturnine complexion of an Epicanthix, dressed in a crisp black tuxedo, kissed her hand lightly, which caused Briga to blush slightly. She was not used to such amorous attention in public. Private was another matter.
“Not at all. My ladies were just leaving to socialize themselves. They are very excited to be here.” The mystic smiled up at him, her teeth slightly sharper. In fact with the light covering of fur, the horns and long claw-like fingernails, she had a slightly feral appearance. Hopefully, the sophisticated Sith Lord would not be deterred by that fact. “Lord Prazutis, I have to admit that I do not know much about you. Not that I wasn’t curious.” With a kittenish grin, she canted her head just slightly to let him know that, indeed, she was curious about him. “But I figured that would give us much to talk about. As long as my questions don’t appear too intrusive. So first off, tell me a little bit about your background, and your role within the Sith Organization.”
[member="Darth Prazutis"]
Hailey Sosis
Snowflake
Harley gave [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] a nod to acknowledge his apology, she then saw he had improved his etiquette as [member="Echo Kora"] as he at least gave her polite nod, and remember to get her name. She was still a little hurt by his rudeness, nothing that lightsaber through his throat would not cure, good job he could not read her mind otherwise he might take offence. She then asked [member="Ludolf Vaas"], Who is that talking to [member="Darth Prazutis"], she was interested in gossip when it came to Zambrano clan, as she was a minor member to that family, though never made t be part of it, she was still a minor member. She was not interested in the politics of war or armies, that was job of others. This did however interest her, as it might mean more Zambrano to run after.
Eli-Mae Forrest
Well-Known Member
As she is handed the glass she takes a sip she had always loved champagne it was great she then took another sip smiling at [member="Ludolf Vaas"], before looking over at [member="Harley"] who seemed a little upset from what her senses told her she then spoke up "Miss Quinn are you ok? I hate to intrude but my senses speak to me and tell me you are upset over something that was said or was it something that wasn't said?" She asks and then smiles sweetly in Harley's direction and setting her glass on a table that was just to her side before noting once again the new comer "Oh forgive me I have neglected to introduce myself I am Echo."
[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]