Worst Jedi
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Eat, Drink & Be Merry
- Thread starter Valae Heavenshield
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Andy Khor
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Akabane Jarvik
Well-Known Member
An invitation? excitement came over him. Akabane stood in a temple restroom looking at himself in the mirror, making sure his suit looked presentable. The choice this time was very different compared to the last party he went to. That could be seen by the all black and grey attire, shiny and purple the other time. He also wore leather gloves matching the suits color. From past experiences he didn't want to take any chances of being a victim while sharing a dance. Akabane had no trust in Jedi but that didn't mean he disliked them, they'd have to get along from now on anyways. It was just a precaution. He felt his head, a sad expression followed. My fedora..
Akabane continued looking at himself in the mirror, hand moving up to touch around his eyes. "What will they think?" he mumbled. After the initial change, when he received old memories that were lost, physical differences started to develop as well. One of those was the color of his eyes and they even glow now. He thought most people would think of him as an evil person or something vile. Although he did also regain the personality of his old self, who was truly vile. Luckily, the personalities mixed and he understood his current situation. Knowing he couldn't stay in here forever Akabane finished getting ready and prepared to step outside, but then he froze.
For the first time in awhile he feared going to a party. He couldn't grasp what the problem was though. It's just Jedi. My comrades are here as well. he thought. Then, he realized the Jedi were the issue. No, nothing against them. He just feared he'd be the black sheep. Akabane wasn't sure whether the Jedi would approach him in this state, looking his way might even taint them. Thinking this way probably sounded silly to anyone else. He took in a deep breath to calm down. "Feth you imagination. Stand tall Akabane." losing the fear after talking to himself somehow, he headed towards the party.
"Time to be a charmer while Miss Kitaki isn't around." he smirked. Akabane didn't plan on doing anything to hurt his relationship with Aevan so he'd not go too far. He walked slowly throughout the room until a waiter carrying drinks caught his wondering eyes. Akabane's feet moved a little faster as he grew excited. The charming must wait he joked in his mind before he reached the destination. A quick movement of his hand earned him a drink. Akabane looked around as he sipped some of the drink. He almost spit it out when he saw [member="Darth Metus"]. Fortunately he held in the liquid. One of the other apprentices was at his side, [member="Srina Talon"]. He couldn't remember the young lady's name, only the first letter, but her appearance is what he did remember. Another woman, [member="Nyx"] joined the two while he was thinking. Akabane wasn't sure who she was but it looked like Metus knew her well.
Not wanting to interrupt Akabane waved with a grin in case they noticed him. He continued drinking and observing the various people attending.
Akabane continued looking at himself in the mirror, hand moving up to touch around his eyes. "What will they think?" he mumbled. After the initial change, when he received old memories that were lost, physical differences started to develop as well. One of those was the color of his eyes and they even glow now. He thought most people would think of him as an evil person or something vile. Although he did also regain the personality of his old self, who was truly vile. Luckily, the personalities mixed and he understood his current situation. Knowing he couldn't stay in here forever Akabane finished getting ready and prepared to step outside, but then he froze.
For the first time in awhile he feared going to a party. He couldn't grasp what the problem was though. It's just Jedi. My comrades are here as well. he thought. Then, he realized the Jedi were the issue. No, nothing against them. He just feared he'd be the black sheep. Akabane wasn't sure whether the Jedi would approach him in this state, looking his way might even taint them. Thinking this way probably sounded silly to anyone else. He took in a deep breath to calm down. "Feth you imagination. Stand tall Akabane." losing the fear after talking to himself somehow, he headed towards the party.
"Time to be a charmer while Miss Kitaki isn't around." he smirked. Akabane didn't plan on doing anything to hurt his relationship with Aevan so he'd not go too far. He walked slowly throughout the room until a waiter carrying drinks caught his wondering eyes. Akabane's feet moved a little faster as he grew excited. The charming must wait he joked in his mind before he reached the destination. A quick movement of his hand earned him a drink. Akabane looked around as he sipped some of the drink. He almost spit it out when he saw [member="Darth Metus"]. Fortunately he held in the liquid. One of the other apprentices was at his side, [member="Srina Talon"]. He couldn't remember the young lady's name, only the first letter, but her appearance is what he did remember. Another woman, [member="Nyx"] joined the two while he was thinking. Akabane wasn't sure who she was but it looked like Metus knew her well.
Not wanting to interrupt Akabane waved with a grin in case they noticed him. He continued drinking and observing the various people attending.
St0rmSlaSh
Never Underestimate a Good Bottle of Whiskey
When Jerit was slumped over, he noticed a female alien sit next to them. He recognized the species as a Togruta. He had learned about them on his knowledge retreat. She ordered the same drink as him. Now he was curious whether the fellow Jedi can handle their drinks. He heard her ask a question and he responded with a more calm tone. The drink was starting to kick in.
"You know it. This and Bothan Brandy are my favorite drinks!" He took another gulp of his drink. The back of his throat tingled and burned from the drink. It felt good. He looked to the Togruta and she gave her drink drink a sip. Jerit chuckled to himself as he saw the woman drink. Her coughing told Jerit that she may not handle anything stronger. He took another sip as she made her comment about the strongness of the alcohol. He smiled once more.
"Ya. once you drink stuff like this on the daily, it becomes almost second nature which is nothing to brag about." Jerit thought more about his friends as he gave his drink one last guzzle. He semi-slammed the whiskey glass down and signaled the bartender.
"Re-fiil please."
Now Jerit thought hard. At a formal party like this, this refill has to be the last serving for a while, or maybe the night. He did not want to get flat out drunk in front of many masters and other important people. So this one might be the last one. he gave it another sip. He looked back over to the Torguta.
"I have not seen you around before. Are you new?"
[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
"You know it. This and Bothan Brandy are my favorite drinks!" He took another gulp of his drink. The back of his throat tingled and burned from the drink. It felt good. He looked to the Togruta and she gave her drink drink a sip. Jerit chuckled to himself as he saw the woman drink. Her coughing told Jerit that she may not handle anything stronger. He took another sip as she made her comment about the strongness of the alcohol. He smiled once more.
"Ya. once you drink stuff like this on the daily, it becomes almost second nature which is nothing to brag about." Jerit thought more about his friends as he gave his drink one last guzzle. He semi-slammed the whiskey glass down and signaled the bartender.
"Re-fiil please."
Now Jerit thought hard. At a formal party like this, this refill has to be the last serving for a while, or maybe the night. He did not want to get flat out drunk in front of many masters and other important people. So this one might be the last one. he gave it another sip. He looked back over to the Torguta.
"I have not seen you around before. Are you new?"
[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
Jsc
Disney's Princess
Jess turned to find a very embarrassed [member="Rick Kaloo"] struggling to apologize.
"Oh, quite alright dear. Think nothing of it."
The human couple paused for a moment before asking. Jessica once again speaking first,
"Are you by chance Jedi Master Korbo? From Nam Karta?"
It appeared they both thought he was someone else.
"Oh, quite alright dear. Think nothing of it."
The human couple paused for a moment before asking. Jessica once again speaking first,
"Are you by chance Jedi Master Korbo? From Nam Karta?"
It appeared they both thought he was someone else.
WelshGuy
Rawr!!!
Yuroic was dressed in plain white shirt, with the long sleeve of his right arm tied into a knot at his stump. He grabbed a waistcoat of navy colour and trousers of similar tone. His beloved Jairdain was away with her duties, it was going to be difficult for him as he avoided group gatherings. He felt very aware of his injuries, however, it was important that he step out of his comfort zone. Since the passing of Arisa, he was feeling isolated and was finding it difficult to socialise with other Jedi.
Stepping into the hall with his formal wear, Yuroic checked his watch and saw Grand Master Valae greeting others. He wandered up to her, giving a slight bow in greeting. "Hello Master Valae, you are looking very lovely tonight. I think this is a very good idea." Having a party to celebrate there new move was a good idea.
Yuroic move past Valae, allowing to see to others as he wandered aimlessly around the hall. Curious to see what was happening around the party, meeting new and old, familiar faces.
Stepping into the hall with his formal wear, Yuroic checked his watch and saw Grand Master Valae greeting others. He wandered up to her, giving a slight bow in greeting. "Hello Master Valae, you are looking very lovely tonight. I think this is a very good idea." Having a party to celebrate there new move was a good idea.
Yuroic move past Valae, allowing to see to others as he wandered aimlessly around the hall. Curious to see what was happening around the party, meeting new and old, familiar faces.
Not a Hero
Valkren always felt awkward at these types of events. Going from spending weeks at a time in a foxhole, to sipping fine wines and dressing 'fancy,' just didn't feel right to him. Yet, his rank required him to be present for events like this one. Fortunately enough, he wasn't required to wear his decorated 'dress blues,' instead going with a more classic look. In truth the colonel had been at the event since the start, but had simply yet to enter the main hall.
Instead of making his entrance when it was initially required, Valk' had taken a moment to sit outside of the main hall, cigarette once again burning between his lips. His neck tie was loosened for the sake of comfort at the moment, but he knew he'd eventually have to make an appearance. After discarding the cigarette, he reached up and rubbed his freshly shaven face with his right hand, running over a heavy scar on the bottom side of his face.
With a deep exhale/sigh, he pushed himself up from his sitting position, tightening his tie as he rounded the corner. He walked in the front entrance of the main hall, buttoning his coat closed as he did so to remain somewhat proper. Taking in the sights, he couldn't believe it. Valk had no idea why they were celebrating..For a new move, perhaps..But the Silver Jedi had been on their heels for quite some time now.
And since Mirial..
The colonel tried to shake the idea from his mind, but it was almost impossible. Even in a place of happiness, he felt darkness creeping up from his soul, anxiety beginning to swallow him whole as he stood there. It felt hard to breath, his knees beginning to shake.
You're going to pass out, infront of all these people? You are just pathetic!
Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a single figure. A person he usually saw clad in Katarn armor, but now looking more elegant and beautiful as ever. Echo..No, Roona. The Sergeant seemed as if she had peeled off a layer of her own skin, standing there without her usual set of combat armor, trading it for a stunning gown. Suddenly, his body relaxed, his thoughts cleared. Something had caused his body to take back over of his panic, yet he still couldn't say a word. He wasn't choked up anymore..Just speechless.
With haste, he picked up a glass of champagne from the closest server, holding it by the stem very carefully as he moved toward Roona.
It's not a beer, but it'll do.
[member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]
Instead of making his entrance when it was initially required, Valk' had taken a moment to sit outside of the main hall, cigarette once again burning between his lips. His neck tie was loosened for the sake of comfort at the moment, but he knew he'd eventually have to make an appearance. After discarding the cigarette, he reached up and rubbed his freshly shaven face with his right hand, running over a heavy scar on the bottom side of his face.
With a deep exhale/sigh, he pushed himself up from his sitting position, tightening his tie as he rounded the corner. He walked in the front entrance of the main hall, buttoning his coat closed as he did so to remain somewhat proper. Taking in the sights, he couldn't believe it. Valk had no idea why they were celebrating..For a new move, perhaps..But the Silver Jedi had been on their heels for quite some time now.
And since Mirial..
The colonel tried to shake the idea from his mind, but it was almost impossible. Even in a place of happiness, he felt darkness creeping up from his soul, anxiety beginning to swallow him whole as he stood there. It felt hard to breath, his knees beginning to shake.
You're going to pass out, infront of all these people? You are just pathetic!
Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a single figure. A person he usually saw clad in Katarn armor, but now looking more elegant and beautiful as ever. Echo..No, Roona. The Sergeant seemed as if she had peeled off a layer of her own skin, standing there without her usual set of combat armor, trading it for a stunning gown. Suddenly, his body relaxed, his thoughts cleared. Something had caused his body to take back over of his panic, yet he still couldn't say a word. He wasn't choked up anymore..Just speechless.
With haste, he picked up a glass of champagne from the closest server, holding it by the stem very carefully as he moved toward Roona.
It's not a beer, but it'll do.
[member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]
Aya Clarke
Lady Clarke, Saint of the Crimson Eagle
Time seemed to fluctuate, from one moment it felt like dozens of minutes flew by, each melding with the next, and then it seemed to slow until she could almost see the scene around her in its entirety. And still, most people seemed busy, discussing this and that as more guests, particularly from the Confederacy, arrived to fill the hall. Delightful, she was no longer the only one present, though she was in the minority of non force users present. Ah well, she was gaining nothing by staying apart from the others, sipping wine. She finished off her first glass, handing it over when offered and taking another glass, as she began to move towards one of the few she noticed weren't.. occupied.
She was able to make her way over without issue, and she offered a polite half-bow to the young man (Eight years her junior, after all) and offered a polite smile. The lyrical slur of her words would quite hopefully jar him into reality as she offered her words, even if he missed the polite bow gesture. "Quite the world, pleasant air and beauteous skies. I have not seen such vast forests in all my life... would you not agree Sir?" She kept one hand rested on her scabbard, under the crossguard, in a relaxed posture, her other hand gingerly holding the glass of wine. Fortunately she had enough sense to make her face, somewhat more pleasant to look at, though she was close to barren when it came to 'beauty products'.
[member="Douglas Starwind"]
She was able to make her way over without issue, and she offered a polite half-bow to the young man (Eight years her junior, after all) and offered a polite smile. The lyrical slur of her words would quite hopefully jar him into reality as she offered her words, even if he missed the polite bow gesture. "Quite the world, pleasant air and beauteous skies. I have not seen such vast forests in all my life... would you not agree Sir?" She kept one hand rested on her scabbard, under the crossguard, in a relaxed posture, her other hand gingerly holding the glass of wine. Fortunately she had enough sense to make her face, somewhat more pleasant to look at, though she was close to barren when it came to 'beauty products'.
[member="Douglas Starwind"]
The woman accepted Rick's apology, but he still felt nervous inside. As he was recovering, she said,
"I am not Jedi Master Korbo. I am Rick Kaloo, owner of Ne-Cal Military Engineering, an arms company working with the Alliance. I am also a captain in their navy, I lost my flagship recently but there is a new one being built."
This time, he was able to hold in memories of the battle, and focus on dealing with the woman.
"I really didn't come here for a business meeting, if you're that type, but if you are interested in such dealings, I guess I can't back out after what just happened, to make up for it."
Just in case, he decided to change the topic.
"You must be a Jedi Master, right? You seem like one."
[member="Jessica Matthews"]
At that moment, he realized that the woman didn't know his identity, and so he went into full detail.Jessica Matthews said:
"I am not Jedi Master Korbo. I am Rick Kaloo, owner of Ne-Cal Military Engineering, an arms company working with the Alliance. I am also a captain in their navy, I lost my flagship recently but there is a new one being built."
This time, he was able to hold in memories of the battle, and focus on dealing with the woman.
"I really didn't come here for a business meeting, if you're that type, but if you are interested in such dealings, I guess I can't back out after what just happened, to make up for it."
Just in case, he decided to change the topic.
"You must be a Jedi Master, right? You seem like one."
[member="Jessica Matthews"]
Jake Daniels
Archduke of Dantella IV
Dup.
Jake Daniels
Archduke of Dantella IV
Jake glanced to the woman that [member="Valae Kitra"] spoke with. She was Master Mathews. Her spouse was a head honcho in a company of some degree. Seemed as though they were a power couple of some influence. Jake remained silent through their pleasantries. He'd not been addressed, nor had any point in the conversation dictated a response from him. That was until Valae introduced him. When the word partner slipped her lips, Jake was somewhat taken aback. Partner? That was an odd word choice to use to describe him. Interesting but odd.
"A pleasure to meet the both of you." Jake said to [member="Jessica Matthews"] and her husband. "I do hope you find the evenings festivities to your liking."
As he watched the pair walk away, Jake perked a curious brow towards Valae. Partner? Of all of the words... partner? Perhaps that word had different meaning from Jake's time. Perhaps this part of the galaxy considered it something else than what Jake had grown accustomed to a particular meaning. Before the man could speak, the oddest of things happened. Valae was approached by a little droid. When it spoke Jake remained silent though smirked as the situation unfolded. It asked if a new member to the Silver Jedi could play some ambient techno music. What the hell was ambient techno music? Another brow perked towards Valae.
With Valae responding to the droid, Jake took a look at the gathering. There were a hell of a lot more people here than he personally thought he felt comfortable with. A man that had served as the shadow of @Mahet. The man that had lived his life sliding along walls and ensuring he was present without being seen was now in the midst of a large group. Social gatherings? Balls? Fancy dinners? There was a reason Jake was never invited to them. He just seemed to get awkward.
When the droid left, Jake turned his gaze back to Valae and gave a quiet smile. "Based on the room and the four gazes you have received it appears you are the envy of several women here." It was here that Jake realized just what he was tonight; and it was all thanks to a catchy Dantooine tune he had recently heard while heading off world... and no he sure as hell did not mind simply being that guy with the radiant Grandmaster on this evening. Afterall it was an honor just to be in her presence. "How many of the people whom have already arrived do you personally know?"
"A pleasure to meet the both of you." Jake said to [member="Jessica Matthews"] and her husband. "I do hope you find the evenings festivities to your liking."
As he watched the pair walk away, Jake perked a curious brow towards Valae. Partner? Of all of the words... partner? Perhaps that word had different meaning from Jake's time. Perhaps this part of the galaxy considered it something else than what Jake had grown accustomed to a particular meaning. Before the man could speak, the oddest of things happened. Valae was approached by a little droid. When it spoke Jake remained silent though smirked as the situation unfolded. It asked if a new member to the Silver Jedi could play some ambient techno music. What the hell was ambient techno music? Another brow perked towards Valae.
With Valae responding to the droid, Jake took a look at the gathering. There were a hell of a lot more people here than he personally thought he felt comfortable with. A man that had served as the shadow of @Mahet. The man that had lived his life sliding along walls and ensuring he was present without being seen was now in the midst of a large group. Social gatherings? Balls? Fancy dinners? There was a reason Jake was never invited to them. He just seemed to get awkward.
When the droid left, Jake turned his gaze back to Valae and gave a quiet smile. "Based on the room and the four gazes you have received it appears you are the envy of several women here." It was here that Jake realized just what he was tonight; and it was all thanks to a catchy Dantooine tune he had recently heard while heading off world... and no he sure as hell did not mind simply being that guy with the radiant Grandmaster on this evening. Afterall it was an honor just to be in her presence. "How many of the people whom have already arrived do you personally know?"
Kurayami Bloodborn
Drunken Savant
Kurayami had taken his time wandering around the building, simply taking in the sights that he could from the main hallways. As he made his way back towards the gathering he noticed that a few more from the CIS had shown up. He immediately recognized the Viceroy, [member="Darth Metus"], and his fellow squadron mate [member="Aya Clarke"]. He smiled slightly, nodding in recognition of the two of them. Taking a moment to check the level of his drink and upon noticing that it was less than a quarter full he sauntered over to the bar and set his drink down on the bar and motioned to the barkeep.
"My glass of whiskey is a bit low, would you mind grabbing me a bottle of namana nectar?"
As soon as the bartender turned around making his way over to grab the bottle of alcohol, Kurayami finished off what was left in his glass. When the bartender returned with the aforementioned drink Kurayami simply picked up the bottle and took a long swig from it. The burn was always a good feeling to him, dulling his memory just enough for him to be more relaxed than usual.
"My glass of whiskey is a bit low, would you mind grabbing me a bottle of namana nectar?"
As soon as the bartender turned around making his way over to grab the bottle of alcohol, Kurayami finished off what was left in his glass. When the bartender returned with the aforementioned drink Kurayami simply picked up the bottle and took a long swig from it. The burn was always a good feeling to him, dulling his memory just enough for him to be more relaxed than usual.
Worst Jedi
“Yeah, I just got here a little while ago,” the young woman looked up from her drink, placing the glass down on the counter with a gentle clink as she waved her now free hand around the room. “I’d heard all about the Silver Jedi, about their temple and their noble feats. I’d gotten all excited about it then ended up in the middle of the jungle. Not that I’m complaining, I love the fact that nature is just a few steps outside the door but…pretty abrupt change.”
An amused smile played over her lips as she idly ran a finger along the edge of the glass, the motion sending vibrations through the vessel. A clarion note, a high pitched squeak filled the space around the bar as she set herself against a barstool, relaxing as she peered over at the man. “I can’t say I’ve had all much alcohol before but you know apart from feeling like my mouth and throat are on fire, it’s not too bad. I’ve always seen people order it in bars but…” the Padawan hefted her glass, taking another sip of the amber liquid. “I don’t think I’d be against trying it again.”
As the burning travelled down her throat the Togruta inclined her head to the man sitting next to her. “And you? Been here a while?”
[member="Jerit Kolomor"]
An amused smile played over her lips as she idly ran a finger along the edge of the glass, the motion sending vibrations through the vessel. A clarion note, a high pitched squeak filled the space around the bar as she set herself against a barstool, relaxing as she peered over at the man. “I can’t say I’ve had all much alcohol before but you know apart from feeling like my mouth and throat are on fire, it’s not too bad. I’ve always seen people order it in bars but…” the Padawan hefted her glass, taking another sip of the amber liquid. “I don’t think I’d be against trying it again.”
As the burning travelled down her throat the Togruta inclined her head to the man sitting next to her. “And you? Been here a while?”
[member="Jerit Kolomor"]
Holding her flute of champagne gently, she let her eyes idly roam the faces of the crowd. The Ysannan generally spent her time with the Rangers; she’d fraternized very little with the other members of the Order. There were elegantly dressed woman and equally dapper gentlemen, it was like a scene out of a holofilm.
It was a rather large step outside of her comfort zone.
Roona brought the delicate glass up to her lips and took a quick sip. But then, motion caught her eyes. Turning slightly, she spotted the form of [member="Valkren Calderon"] moving through the crowd. His clean-cut appearance made her pause, and she blinked once or twice. Ever since Mirial, she’d gotten used to seeing him appear rather scruffy. This was certainly a change. It was also something of a shock to see him wearing such a fine suit. The Colonel was a good looking man on a normal day, wearing his armor or fatigues, but this was nice, too.
As he snatched a glass off a tray and approached, Roona suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. Though the woman always stood tall, but did she look too stiff and ridged? Was her makeup appropriate for the occasion? Should she have chosen a different ensemble to wear?
When the Colonel was close, she might have mouthed a silent word of ‘hello.’ But she wasn’t sure if she’d actually said anything. She was nervous. But there was something about the Colonel’s presence that made her feel slightly more at ease; she supposed the familiarity was helpful. After another hearty drink of champagne, she loosened up, if only just a bit. Instinctively, her she reached out to straighten the knot of his tie – but her fingers quickly retreated once the task had been completed.
“You’re looking sharp,” She said, finding her voice. Roona’s stony expression finally broke into a relieved smile. “This drink…” She held up her flute, “It’s alright, I guess. But is there anything stronger here?”
It was a rather large step outside of her comfort zone.
Roona brought the delicate glass up to her lips and took a quick sip. But then, motion caught her eyes. Turning slightly, she spotted the form of [member="Valkren Calderon"] moving through the crowd. His clean-cut appearance made her pause, and she blinked once or twice. Ever since Mirial, she’d gotten used to seeing him appear rather scruffy. This was certainly a change. It was also something of a shock to see him wearing such a fine suit. The Colonel was a good looking man on a normal day, wearing his armor or fatigues, but this was nice, too.
As he snatched a glass off a tray and approached, Roona suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. Though the woman always stood tall, but did she look too stiff and ridged? Was her makeup appropriate for the occasion? Should she have chosen a different ensemble to wear?
When the Colonel was close, she might have mouthed a silent word of ‘hello.’ But she wasn’t sure if she’d actually said anything. She was nervous. But there was something about the Colonel’s presence that made her feel slightly more at ease; she supposed the familiarity was helpful. After another hearty drink of champagne, she loosened up, if only just a bit. Instinctively, her she reached out to straighten the knot of his tie – but her fingers quickly retreated once the task had been completed.
“You’re looking sharp,” She said, finding her voice. Roona’s stony expression finally broke into a relieved smile. “This drink…” She held up her flute, “It’s alright, I guess. But is there anything stronger here?”
Jedi Healer
With a moment to themselves, Valae gave Jake’s arm a squeeze. Glancing up, she blew out a gentle breath. “Sorry--” She smiled, “I don’t know why I called you my partner.” Valae chuckled and shook her head. “Just a bit nervous.” She placed the palm of her hand against her midsection and forced herself to take a deep breath to ease the jitters away.
But it was then that her attention was drawn towards a small droid.
“[member="Andy Khor"]?” Valae repeated, it was a new name. Her eyes searched the crowd for a moment, but she couldn’t quite put a face to this name. “Please let him know that we will try to accommodate his request… but a bit later tonight.”
Techno? Valae wasn’t sure exactly what sort of music that was, but she had a feeling that it was a bit too rowdy. For the moment, she wanted quiet ambience to give the guests a chance to converse. But she was sure that the party would be in full swing later on, and the dance floor would be quite popular.
A bright smile formed on her lips when [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] paid her a compliment. “Very good to see you, Yuroic! I’m so glad you could come.” She called as he started to move past.
Returning her attention to [member="Jake Daniels"], she blushed deeply. She supposed that people would be looking her way quite a lot tonight, but simply because she was the Grandmaster. Taking a moment to scan the crowd, there were several people that stood out to her.
“I know quite a lot of the silvers in attendance – there’s [member="Valkren Calderon"],” She pointed out the Colonel. “Over there by the bar, there’s Padawan [member="Jerit Kolomor"].” It’d been quite some time since she’d seen him, but the young man’s presence here made her smile. “The Countess [member="Leah Winsclav"] is here as well,” She nodded towards the young noblewoman. “And of course, my apprentice -- [member="Stephanie Swail"].”
She did hope that her padawan had a chance to relax and have fun tonight.
“The list goes on...” Valae smiled, “With some of our allies here tonight, there are many unfamiliar faces tonight, too.” It was then that she realized she should probably make her way towards the small stage that had been set up for the band. “I should probably say something… I’ll be back in a quick minute!”
After giving Jake a quick peck on the cheek, she stepped up onto the stage. The music stopped, and the Grandmaster took the microphone.
“Greetings everyone,” She started, letting the crowd settle. “I would like to thank you for joining us here at Silver Rest tonight to celebrate. But before we let the festivities get underway, I would also like to take a moment to remember those that could not be here with us tonight. We have not forgotten the sacrifices made to ensure that the Order succeeds.”
Valae bowed her head solemnly.
“And now, please join us to dine and dance.” She nodded towards the feast that was now set up, and the dance floor just before her. “Please enjoy yourselves tonight, thank you!”
But it was then that her attention was drawn towards a small droid.
“[member="Andy Khor"]?” Valae repeated, it was a new name. Her eyes searched the crowd for a moment, but she couldn’t quite put a face to this name. “Please let him know that we will try to accommodate his request… but a bit later tonight.”
Techno? Valae wasn’t sure exactly what sort of music that was, but she had a feeling that it was a bit too rowdy. For the moment, she wanted quiet ambience to give the guests a chance to converse. But she was sure that the party would be in full swing later on, and the dance floor would be quite popular.
A bright smile formed on her lips when [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] paid her a compliment. “Very good to see you, Yuroic! I’m so glad you could come.” She called as he started to move past.
Returning her attention to [member="Jake Daniels"], she blushed deeply. She supposed that people would be looking her way quite a lot tonight, but simply because she was the Grandmaster. Taking a moment to scan the crowd, there were several people that stood out to her.
“I know quite a lot of the silvers in attendance – there’s [member="Valkren Calderon"],” She pointed out the Colonel. “Over there by the bar, there’s Padawan [member="Jerit Kolomor"].” It’d been quite some time since she’d seen him, but the young man’s presence here made her smile. “The Countess [member="Leah Winsclav"] is here as well,” She nodded towards the young noblewoman. “And of course, my apprentice -- [member="Stephanie Swail"].”
She did hope that her padawan had a chance to relax and have fun tonight.
“The list goes on...” Valae smiled, “With some of our allies here tonight, there are many unfamiliar faces tonight, too.” It was then that she realized she should probably make her way towards the small stage that had been set up for the band. “I should probably say something… I’ll be back in a quick minute!”
After giving Jake a quick peck on the cheek, she stepped up onto the stage. The music stopped, and the Grandmaster took the microphone.
“Greetings everyone,” She started, letting the crowd settle. “I would like to thank you for joining us here at Silver Rest tonight to celebrate. But before we let the festivities get underway, I would also like to take a moment to remember those that could not be here with us tonight. We have not forgotten the sacrifices made to ensure that the Order succeeds.”
Valae bowed her head solemnly.
“And now, please join us to dine and dance.” She nodded towards the feast that was now set up, and the dance floor just before her. “Please enjoy yourselves tonight, thank you!”
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Yuroic smiled as he watched [member="Valae Kitra"] move away from [member="Jake Daniels"] there was a strong connection. It did give a pang of loneliness, wishing that Jairdain had been able to escape her new duties, however, it would have been unfair to guilty into coming. Her new role with the CSA was important and he was proud of her, even if she got more adventure than himself. He was still working as the Head Librarian. Archives were his adventure now.
Looking around after Master Valae's speak, he spotted [member="Stephanie Swail"] Master Valae's Padawan. He gave a slight smile, he knew all too well the pressure being the Padawan of the Grand Master weighed. He grabbed a flute glass and wandered over to Stephanie. Offering her the glass, Yuroic gave a cheery smile. "Hi, Stephanie, right? I'm Yuroic, normally found at the Archive section of the Temple these days. Here have a drink." He wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Being a padawan for a Grand Master is tough, I always felt like everyone was watching me. Expecting greatness. I am empathise if you feel the same. Anyway, tonight is for celebrating, have a drink and unwind. Just don't over do it. Hangovers kill, trust me, had way too many." Gesturing over to Jerit and the Togruta Padawan he was talking to. "Those two are getting along but think Jerit needs to slow down on the drink. Think Valkren got him a tattoo last time they were drinking. Or at least I think they were talking about getting one."
Yuroic chuckled softly to himself. Those days were long gone, but everything seemed calmer. Less danger on the horizon. Maybe that will return soon, he hoped.
Looking around after Master Valae's speak, he spotted [member="Stephanie Swail"] Master Valae's Padawan. He gave a slight smile, he knew all too well the pressure being the Padawan of the Grand Master weighed. He grabbed a flute glass and wandered over to Stephanie. Offering her the glass, Yuroic gave a cheery smile. "Hi, Stephanie, right? I'm Yuroic, normally found at the Archive section of the Temple these days. Here have a drink." He wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Being a padawan for a Grand Master is tough, I always felt like everyone was watching me. Expecting greatness. I am empathise if you feel the same. Anyway, tonight is for celebrating, have a drink and unwind. Just don't over do it. Hangovers kill, trust me, had way too many." Gesturing over to Jerit and the Togruta Padawan he was talking to. "Those two are getting along but think Jerit needs to slow down on the drink. Think Valkren got him a tattoo last time they were drinking. Or at least I think they were talking about getting one."
Yuroic chuckled softly to himself. Those days were long gone, but everything seemed calmer. Less danger on the horizon. Maybe that will return soon, he hoped.