For All The Good We Do

[Kay-Larr]

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~Wedding Invitation~​

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You are personally invited to the Royal Wedding of Lady Kay Larr and [member="Veiere Arenais"] in the forest near the Royal Palace at Chasin City. Accommodations will be provided. A reception will follow soon afterwards, along with a Coronation and some special surprises. ​

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The invites were sent out to Commenor's allies through their Embassies days earlier, stamped with the date of the wedding and the exact location. A guest list was going to be strictly enforced by her security and her staff. Although Kay and Veiere had been privately wed, it was now time for their public wedding to take place. Royal protocol demanded it afterall. There were other things to celebrate as well. Commenor had successfully expanded it's reach to the nearby worlds, and not through military means, but through diplomacy. They had to protect their region, their trade routes and their economy, and this was the best way to do that. Certain members of her staff were getting promoted, and both Veiere and [member="Bradshaw Ku"] were set to gain their new titles and crowns. Instead of holding three separate events, Kay had decided to hold all three at once.

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Each guest would be greeted by the Palace staff and directed across the field to the edge of the trees where the venue was set up. Flowers, lights and ornate wood carvings dotted the path through the trees that led to the large tented buildings. Some members of the media were there as well, with cameras set up to record the proceedings for the rest of Commenor and the Galaxy.


Meanwhile Kay stood near one of the windows in her bedchambers, overlooking the field as she watched some of the dignitaries arrive and walk across the grass. She was a little nervous of course. Not for getting married, mind you, but nervous over how the day will go. Hopefully it all runs smoothly and that everyone would have a good time. And as much as she knew that Veiere didn't like being in the spotlight, she knew that he would be willing to do so for today. It was important. Not just for her, but for Commenor.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, not yet dressed, her eyes all on the window. Her assistant Olivia did all the fussing about, making sure that Kay had eaten, had her tea, and that everything was accounted for. An invitation had been sent out to her Father, [member="Tobias Larr"] , but the chance that he would attend himself remained to be seen. Even though he wanted no part in her life, she still felt as though it was her duty to invite him. She also waited for [member="Kalyr Alor"] to arrive to her office. He was the one that was going to walk her down the isle and give her away.

So much could go wrong, yet so much could go right. All that Kay knew was that once the day was over, they could all rest easy and get back to a bit of normalcy.

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[member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Kendall Ginn"] [member="Lauri Törni"] [member="Nacaolu"] [member="Rex Cruger"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Sebastian Blood"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Krest"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Vraukt"] [member="Harvey"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Eddak Manod"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Tai Fa"] [member="Relina Zhan"]

 

[Thorald Magnusson]

The large metallic man had been standing in front of [member="Lady Kay"]'s door for a while seeing the palace servants run about back and forth getting the wedding set up. He glanced out the window of the office and saw the beautiful grounds she had set up and he sighed to himself making it inaudible to anyone but himself. He reached out with the force a little and felt Lady Kay and her worries but nothing more then what would be on her wedding day. He stood at near perfect attention, which wasn't hard wearing body armor that he could lock and look as if he was the perfect guard. He was searching up the plans on his HUD and checking them over making sure that they had everything the way they should.


Was he nervous? Being as it was his first big event with Lady Kay, and the track record of all her lovely adventures... Didn't scare him a bit, but he was hoping that if something did happen that he and the rest of the guards could stop it in time and that Kay had a great wedding day with her loving husband, they had gone through a lot, or so he heard from the stories the servants gossip about and they deserved a perfect day, and this metallic guard would do his best to make sure it went perfect.

 

[Klesta]

The Jawa just recently arrived in Chasin City, after buying a stake in the Cyrillia office of the Sith Inquisitor moments after Yula, the original owner of the newspaper, committed suicide. Back when the suicide occurred, he couldn't help but scream Utinni, especially since the newspaper had the largest distribution in the Stygian Caldera, and was also its newspaper of record. And he had multiple reasons to scream Utinni: the Resurgent Empire took no action whatsoever, whether prior to or after Yula's death. But it was time to put away any worries about his journalistic and wore more elegant clothing that forced him to wear something more elaborate than the simple brown hood he usually wears. For the wedding of [member="Lady Kay"] with one [member="Veiere Arenais"], he paid a handsome amount of money for that one ticket. Also he was pretty nervous seeing someone like [member="Rex Cruger"] unless he was security: Rex reminded him of those more vicious mercenaries and pirates operating around Hosnian Prime when he was a senator. But he was used to attending high-class social functions on Christophsis, Chazwa, Hosnian Prime or even Yutan, so hopefully it will prove to be rather similar to other events unless someone, Sith or otherwise, crashed it.

 

[Harvey]

"Oh, it's beautiful, Harv!"

HV-3YA and Elsa came to the edge of the forest arm in arm, looking like a perfectly handsome couple. Harvey was dressed in a snazzy tuxedo, bow tie sitting perfectly around his neck. His cool blue eyes scanned the area, while underneath, the AI that ran the android picked up and processed data. His human partner skipped around in a lovely dress, matching her skin color almost perfectly, her beautiful, youthful face alight with glee.

"It is beautiful. Temperate worlds such as this are often my favorite. Just enough moisture to loosen up the joints, but not too much, to the point where it makes the servos draw on more power."

"Oh my goodness, Harv. Can you stop being a database for a second and just enjoy the scenery?"

"Very well. The trees are quite healthy. This species of tree, Oakanis floria, has roots that extend to just under-"

"Harvey! Stop!"

Bubbly laughter escaped from the woman's lips as she giggled at the android. Harvey merely gave a confused glance and continued observing the environment, looking for Lady Kay. She was most likely still preparing for the event. The two continued on to the main area, where there was sure to be others.

[member="Klesta"] [member="Rex Cruger"] [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

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This was one of the few occasions where Mac made the attempt to dress up. Mac had trimmed his beard and combed his hair after a nice shower, he wanted to look nice for this wedding after all. He didn't own a suit, but he dressed the best he could while still being comfortable and true to himself. He donned a loose long-sleeved undershirt followed by a black vest, jacket, and heavy coat that was long enough to conceal the two axes that were holstered on each side. Mac wouldn't be caught dead without his axes, even if he was going to a wedding. After looking over himself one last time in the mirror of his chambers, he made his way out of the Palace to the venue where the wedding was going to take place. The giant mercenary walked across the field to the treeline where he was greeted by a host of Palace staff and security

"May I have a name, sir?"

"Macoda Haberon."

The man placed a check by his name and the security guards allowed Mac to enter the venue. He was in a very good mood. Mac did not get the chance to get out often and he was going to enjoy himself and relax in this beautiful location. Mac admired the natural scenery, the tall trees and stunning flowers and wooden sculptures. For the first time in a long time, he was not anxious or stressed or angry at anything. With a wide smile, he entered the main area, looking for anyone to talk to, possibly even [member="Lady Kay"] herself.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Lady Kay"][member="Rex Cruger"]@Klesta@Harvey@Macoda Haberon

Her own sister was getting married, course she knew a little before hand but in any case it still surprised her and well shocked her a bit. Though the man she was marrying she trusted a lot and knew he was a good man for

Stardust arrived as she adjusting her binding over her eyes as she walked forward, a guard stopped her as she stopped and looked to him

name?

queen stardust raxis

She waited as they checked the name, she was let in soon after and looked around seeing the many different guest around, surely lots wpuld be here to see the queen finally married

 

[WolfMortum]

The day had finally come, the official ceremony that would be broadcast across all of Commenori Space and likely hijacked by the holo-net and bled out to all interested parties outside of their own. the union of [member="Lady Kay"] and he, soon to be coronation as King of Commenor, Veiere Arenais. From the life of a Jedi Exile, years spent living from day to day on the bones of his ass, to now finding himself standing before a mirror with one of their professional artisans finishing the last touches to his suit, fit for someone with far more emphasis and love for finance and political power than he had ever really craved. The two had already had their day, their moments spent together and married in private, away from the prying eyes of the local populace where they could simply be themselves; for Veiere now, this day was all about their responsibility to Commenor, a chore if you will that had to be played out for the sake of tradition and ceremony, the public edict that expected such a procedure, the naming of a King following their very formal union as man and wife. This was why he had suggested weeks ago that their wedding be done first in secret, this day lacked all intimacy that they had previously had and where the focus had been on themselves before, it was not in his mind, all about how they appeared to the rest of the galaxy, fake and frustrating though none the less necessary; a small price to pay for the wealth of compassion he had for his wife.

"My, don't we look the part" Vikras Ansion spoke up from further behind him, watching from the side as Veiere stood dressed in a mix of black and grays, black pants and a matching jacket, the hat to boot while his shirt the lighter tone and held comfortably against his form by the dress vest, backed with a black satin; "Hard to believe anyone could drag you into such an attire, Master Arenais", the Admiral's tone ended with great sarcasm as he called Veiere by title, something he only ever practiced when in the presence of subordinates or otherwise when poking fun at him.

"For someone whom commands billions of credits worth of naval equipment, it's hard to find confidence in our people when their Grand Admiral stands before me musing a maturity half his age..." Veiere remarked under his breath, the corner of his mouth curling as he turned to glance back at Vikras, a smirk full to starboard. He gestured for the artisan to leave them, satisfied with his attire, he left the jacket open, his vest and dress shirt more than enough for the occasion to warrant a touch of informality in his style. "Here's us hoping this all goes better than negotiations with the Mandalorian on Monastery" He rolled his eyes to himself, a slight chuckle escaping him though it didn't deter from showing a hint of his nerves for the whole ordeal.

"I heard the rumors...-The Galactic Empire has since dispatched bounties on several of the individuals involved..." Vikras replied pessimistically, "Given your love for theatrics, I'm surprised you didn't come away with one, let alone the good Lady Kay Larr...".

For a moment Veiere paused, finding a sense of deja-vu as he recalled saying something similar to Kay about her recklessness and the knack she had for finding herself in trouble; it was almost sounding as if Vikras was condemning him for being guilty in the same aspect and honestly, he couldn't tell whether he should be a little insulted by the statement, or proud that he and his wife were so alike. Though the likeness between them in such things hadn't occurred to him before. "What's the time..." he replied, changing the subject.

"There's plenty of it yet..." the Admiral frowned, stepping slightly closer and straightening Veiere's jacket to tidy up his appearance some, "Do you have somewhere else to be?" He mused, knowing well that Veiere didn't wish to be there. The targeted humor however would do well to distract him from admitting such a thing and too keep him lighthearted. "I suppose we should head out shortly though, you ought to be there before our good Queen begins her walk; least you have a plan for escape...-I would remind you that your freedom was stolen the night of your union" he grinned widely.

"Don't let her hear you say that, you'll lose your blasted commission!" Veiere retorted with a laugh, the pair soon leaving the room to head out towards the main area where he would take his place at the front before the crowd and meet with the ministers before the ceremony would begin.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Commenor was a strange world.

The beautiful scenery, with no immediate danger in sight, no large beasts to be slain or warded off. The united government, with no hint of dissonance within it's walls. The hordes of people, buying and selling and enjoying it, as one might enjoy a hunt. It's leader, a Queen, and the soon-to-be King.

In all honesty, it was overwhelming for Nacaolu.

The tall, lithe form of the reptilian stepped forward on light feet, obviously uncomfortable to be around so many people. He wore a bland brown robe over his dazzling white scales, the slight glow of his scarlet eyes peeking out from deep sockets. The Suchur swished his tail apprehensively as he was approached by a human with a list.

"Name?" The guard looked suspiciously at the new Commenori Knight, sizing him up. Nacaolu had no weapons on him, but he still looked intimidating.

"I am Nacaolu basq-Qoboz, from clan Qoboz." His words were quick, practiced, and showed his discomfort. He fidgeted as the Guard checked the list, his eyes widening as he saw part of the Suchur's name.

"Nakuku, yeah," he said, trying his hardest to pronounce the title. "Go on ahead... Sir."

"I thank you for your hospitality." Nacaolu flicked his thick tail, and continued inward, with the nagging feeling that he was in the wrong place.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"] | [member="Harvey"] | [member="Klesta"] | [member="Rex Cruger"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[Ultimatum]

The universe was full of simultaneously occurring events, new life being born and dying, blackholes forming and stars beginning their existence. So much ending and beginning every single moment. At the exact second that Ultimatum was landing his scientists aboard the Sovereignty were studying the development of a nebula in a far off galaxy. Perhaps what was more bizarre was that the nebula had probably already formed some several millennia ago and that the light from the nebula was only now reaching this galaxy. It was like they were watching a previous time, it was impressive. Perhaps in the time that it had taken the light to reach the eyes of his scientists, life had already developed on those worlds or perhaps they had been colonized by some alien race that dwarfed the technological capabilities of this galaxy. It was beautiful to think of, so much out there and very few willing to explore it.

Yet there was beauty here in this galaxy. Such simple things as the marriage of two people seemed to bring more light into the lives of the everyday person than the works of the Great. Today [member="Lady Kay"] would take another leap in her life... the droid wondered if it was the act or the decision that equated as the moment that she took the leap. Certainly action was the definite point but did the decision not mean that she intended on acting? It was difficult to decide and at the end Ultimatum simply had to leave it be as he stepped across the cool grass. It had not been a difficult decision as to whether or not to come. He would always be there when Kay needed him and wanted him, though the latter was more uncertain.

The droid recalled that Kay had expressed a preference for his more original bodies, thus he did not arrive in the less aggressive Communal body but decided to come in his original. He did not believe any physical form he took to be his definite appearance, but if he had to choose his first body, the one he had arrived in, was his true form. He hoped that it would not create a scene, this day was not about him and thus he did not want to be the center of attention. Fortunately, his appearance was well known to the staff and little happened after he identified himself. He allowed himself to enjoy the beauty of the pathway and the pleasant foliage. He reminded himself that he needed to take time from the dark machinations of his work to remember what he was working for. As he entered the clearing around the tent he noted several other faces, some familiar and others not, also in attendance. He looked forward to meeting them, but most importantly he looked forward to seeing Kay and her soon to be husband.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan laid sprawled out on the floor of a dirty, rubbished filled room. Two Twi-leks were spiced out on the bed and a banging could be heard on the door outside. "Uh sir, please open the door. We've had numerous complaints."

The nagging voice seemed to stir Cadan from his spice induced rest and slowly the Duros made his way to the door, in nought but his tighie whities, which seemed as though they should be throw in a fire rather than washed and re-worn. " 'Ang on a sec." Cadan's robotic right arm gripped the door hand and he slammed the door open, revealing the state of the room. The Duros brushed past the small man he had demanded his attention and walk out of the dodgy looking hotel. "Let tha' tail 'eads pay for the room."

Now Cadan wondered around until he found his small shuttle, ready to take him back to his ship that was still hopefully in orbit. As he made his way back a message blared up on his dashboard. "Kay's wedding. Should we crash it."

The Spice Lord rolled his eyes. The one person that [member="Thraxis"] had dedicated thousands of credits to attempt to corrupt and maim was now to be married. A wolfish grin crossed his face. Wait until Thraxis hears about this. "Make us a reso' I don't mind me a weddin'".

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Thraxis]

It was time. Time to reveal a grand plan, not one of malice or intrigue, no death of a thousand suns level of macabre. No, it was a simple, yet ingenious plan to really sway and liven up the celebrations.

He wandered through the sewers, his body hunched as he kept an eye out for passersby any guards wandering and trudging through the sewer system to ruin his plans, though it seemed Thraxis had come across his lucky break for once. The sewers were a vast and intricate system, which was always a nuisance, never a straight forward deal but hell when were his plans ever straightforward. The black figure moved with ease as he listened to the crowds, he was at the base of his operations looking through a grate to catch a sliver of a glimpse of people crowded around, merriment ensuing as he pressed his hands against his lips. "These unsuspecting dunces.... Ain't prepared for what I got ready." He laughed as he continued to move through the tunnels, his feet drenched in muck and crap as he motioned his way that little bit deeper into the Palace.

Then he heard it, the sound of maidens crying, eager for the party to ensure, he looked up, peering through a grate above into an empty room, he let loose a long winded chuckle that a mangy mutt from some crazy racing show for Children would make as he placed down his duffel bag, a luminescent shine glimmering from inside the bag. There were no weapons, no gases or poisons to hunt and maim. No torture tools to start some sort of sewer torture ring. That was for Nacalou and his crazy Child Knife Fighting ring. He slowly slid the electric coloured metallic suit slip over his armour pressing against the neck to check if the voice modulator would work. "Hello, I am designated Droid D3P0." His voice sounded no longer with its granite aged texture, now it was more clunky, robotic in tone and texture as he looked around. No one up in the room yet. Time to get to work as he pressed the Metalic face over his own, scaling up and pushing the grate to the side before emerging from the hole. As he pushed it aside his movements were metallic even his very stance was that of a droid not willing to let anything fall out of place.

He turned back and fourth as he started to skulk the all too familiar halls. He hadn't been here in a long time not since he was left a battered and beaten mess as he walked through the Gauntlet. It gave a shudder. What they called torture on this planet was far from it as he took to memory. He had gone past those glittering girls, maybe they were the Bakers of this little shindig Kay called a marriage. As he moved he felt the insulting scent grace his nostrils, his features twisted and curled at the scent. Tea... Just follow the putrid stench I suppose. He thought to himself as he pushed himself forward, why was she such a fan of tea? Alcohol was a far better choice.
[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"] | [member="Harvey"] | [member="Klesta"] | [member="Rex Cruger"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A Jedi in a suit. Who would have thought?

But well... Kay had gone to his wedding. Sure, she couldn't actually remember, seeing as this was before she'd lost her memory, but Josh still wanted to return the favor. So he'd suck it up and wear the bloody damned suit.

Striding into the area, the Jedi Master wore a black suit, a white shirt buttoned up all proper and with a nice tie and all. Bloody hell... He was a warrior, not a space-Ken doll. But traditions, traditions... He felt uncomfortable in the suit, it really wasn't him at all. Regardless, he pretended it wasn't a factor as the Jedi Master would make his stride, being quite the sight at 6'4 as he walked with long strides, long-blonde hair tied up in a braid for the occasion. Usually, he let it flow all out, but for the formality, he had his wife [member="Shmi Labooda"] tie it. He hadn't brought Jason this time. He figured the noise would frighten the poor child, and since his mother was home this go around, Josh had been fine to leave him at home with Shmi. Of course, with Shmi busy with her own affairs, she'd been unable to attend, unfortunately.

He recognized a few people, at the least. [member="Ultimatum"] he had not seen in a dog's age. [member="Stardust Raxis"] he had met from a long, war-torn time ago. But he wasn't sure if any of them would approach him. It didn't matter either way, he supposed. He was here to support his friend, [member="Lady Kay"] in the biggest day of her life. Just as she'd been there for his.

 

[Ignatius]

This was a day that could only be given due love and kindness. I had decided that despite not wanting to do so, It was for the betterment of the woman who I looked after for a time. A woman who I cared deeply for. I felt as though she were my own daughter. That is why I am here. In a suit, and having everything revealed to the galaxy, My short brown hair was trimmed a little and brushed to the side. Breathing in slightly, I walked down the hall to the chambers where the bride awaits.

I was scared. Scared that others would ruin the wedding. Scared that with so many people here that something would go wrong. I breathed a sigh slightly as I did conceal a hold out blaster at the small of my back, but honestly, it was more so to make me not feel quite so... naked.

Knocking on the door, I then slowly opened the door to Kay's chambers. Entering in, I opened the door wide enough for me to slide through. To be fair, I was large enough that another man could crouch near my legs and still slide in. Entering the room, I then closed the door behind me and walked towards, likely the only person I truly cared for.

"It has been a long time since I have been to one of these darling, but I am glad to be here to see you."

Looking the woman up and down in her dress and inspecting the ensemble that would be Queen Lady Kay, my smiled deepened as I stood there. Almost as though I were the lucky S-O-B who got to marry her. However, I was happy for Veiere, and Kay. They fit well together, and I have no problems with a man who is as fit to be her King.

[member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Lady Kay"],

 

[Garza]

"I swear to any of the gods, If you try and even come past this line, I will gut you on live holonet."
"We get it. No need to give us idle threats."
"Threats are always idle. I give promises."

Just that last sentence made it very clear to the reporters that they can't cross the line and shove their cameras into the face of the soon to be royal couple. As much as I would rather not have agreed to do this, be a best man for a very public and large wedding. However, it was for the people. It was to show the people of Commenor, and of the galaxy, that these two are creating a bond even among a time of cold war between various nations. Even despite Kay Larr's loss of memory, which was kept a secret, She still fell for a man who I could find no better.

In fact, as his best man, I kind of put myself in charge of making sure that everything ran smoothly when she was away or was busy with something else. Speaking of, Thalia walked up. Pressing a hand on my shoulder. Turning around to face her, I looked down with wide eyes as she wore a very stunning dress. She just smiled up at me as she spoke.

"This isn't boot camp. Be nice to them a little. Just because you are the best man, doesn't mean you have to be a drill Sargent."
"Media takes every inch they can get. If you show them the line in the sand, and that it can't be moved, then they will stay like obedient dogs."

Thalia then shook her head like I was some lunatic. Pushing me down the isle and motioning for me to leave. I was about to head to her when she put a hand out to stop and just gave me one dirty look that could have killed me should she have the power to do so. Shaking my head, I turned around and headed down the isle while everyone was getting seated and moving to their spots. I made my way down and through to the halls and came 'round the corner to see Veiere and his Admiral making their way towards me. Nodding to the Admiral, I then stopped. Waiting to come within speaking distance.

"Everything is set up and ready to go. Just need to wait a few for everyone to get seated, and then you and your lover."

[member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Ultimatum"], [member="Nacaolu"], [member="Stardust Raxis"], [member="Macoda Haberon"], [member="Harvey"], [member="Klesta"], [member="Rex Cruger"], [member="Lady Kay"],

 

[Kay-Larr]

Terrac looked happy for once, if not a bit amused at the whole affair. Although he wasn't entirely comfortable around Kay yet, he did in some manner forgive her past discretions. And the fact that [member="Veiere Arenais"] had so much faith in his employer, he had to relent on his anger somewhat. The old man would choose his moments of when to be cranky, but now wasn't it. He spotted Veiere and Admiral Anison as they walked inside the venue and headed right towards them, his hand out to greet the groom as he approached the pair. "So you made it. Here I thought you'd of gotten cold feet and run away. You're a braver man than most would be." He grinned. Terrac had never married, never had a kid of his own that he knew of. But he'd been to a couple of weddings and knew what was expected. He patted his left pocket. "And if it goes on for too long, I have some whiskey to help the time go by easier until the reception." Even on this day, Terrac couldn't be without his favourite drink of choice.

The Cleric stood outside the venue, watching ever so closely at the guests as they arrived. What was he looking for? That was only for him to know. He had secretly wed Kay and Veiere weeks earlier, doing his part not to blab it to anyone. As far as he knew, he was successful, for it hadn't hit the holo-news yet. Plus he was asked to officiate today's ceremony and Coronations, so the couple had to have been pleased with his performance.

Soon it would be time for him to step inside with the rest.

Kay had just finished getting into her dress and jewelry, (of which there was plenty), by the time that [member="Kalyr Alor"] stepped in. She smiled up at him and made a slow turn so that he might inspect it. "Do you think it's too much? I had been given so much jewels by our allies that I thought that I should put them to use. I guess that I could've gotten a bit carried away..." Contacts hid the faintest hints of corruption that still was evident in her eyes and with the potential for the Galaxy to be watching, she needed to keep her secret still.

She walked over to him and gave him a light hug. "I'm glad that you could make it. No doubt I'd look pretty silly giving myself away." Kay hadn't been to many weddings either, that she could recall. Those memories were stripped from her. But hopefully she'd get them all back one day.

Kay let him go and walked over to her vanity. Two mid-sized chests were on it. One by one she opened them and took the crowns out, placing them onto pillows.

"These are for the Coronations. Could you help me to bring them downstairs? I am going to have my new guard [member="Rex Cruger"] carry them. They should be safe in his hands."

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[member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Tobias Larr"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Kendall Ginn"] [member="Nacaolu"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Sebastian Blood"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Krest"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Vraukt"] [member="Harvey"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Eddak Manod"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Tai Fa"] [member="Relina Zhan"] and I suppose.... [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben Skirae was excited to say the least. Finally, [member="Veiere Arenais"] and [member="Lady Kay"], King and Queen of Commenor as some called them. He had put on a nice looking tuxedo, despite how he was entirely fond of such outfits over jackets. A staff member greeted him, asking for a name.

"Darben Skirae" he answered. The staff member observed the list, then nodded, allowing the Minister of Trade through. There, he took his seating, Mute following right behind then taking her own seat, but not before pointing over at a recognizable face. Darben waved quickly over at [member="Macoda Haberon"]. The last time he had seen the giant of a man was on the diplomatic mission to Cato Nemoidia. He had yet to see [member="Veiere Arenais"] and [member="Lady Kay"], the lucky two of this day. And it was quite the turn out, with everyone who had arrived so far.

"It's quite the turn out here, isn't it?" Darben asked toward Mute, the muted Twi'Lek that had been tagging along with him for some time now. She signed back toward him that she was rather excited about all of this. He smiled back at her.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Security. He always ran security for something, be it now, where he actually cared beyond the credits, or his days as a hunter. You always had to run as security for someone at some point. Truth be told, Darlyn had grown rather fond of playing [member="Lady Kay"]'s protector, someone who defended her with blade and gun come push or shove. But it was by far an exhausting job, nothing ever seemed to go quite right for her, and by extension for him. So today was... stressful to say the absolute least.

Not only because of his usual security concerns, but for the fact he actually cared about Kay. For all his play of being above personal attachment, she'd found a bit of a weakspot and grown in there firmly. No he didn't love her, but he was compelled to keep her safe and secure.

And that was why, even now wearing a somewhat loose, but we'll trimmed black suit along with his wide brimmed hat, he still had his lightsaber clipped to his belt and his DL-18 holstered on his chest under the left side of his suit top. In hand, as he rushed through the castle halls, was a cup of tea Kay had made him grow fond of over their time together, the only reason he had enough energy to deal with this without being remotely violent.

He moved along his way, essentially getting a free pass through security (considering he was security) as he put in a call to Olivia. "Olivia, is everything going well? Still on schedule as we expected?" He did have to make sure the security was aware if anything was going slow, it would be terrible if they got antsy after all.

Meanwhile, he was in the open of the growing crowd, drawing eyes for his obvious weapons on his hips. Most people recognized him as staff, or someone allowed to bring them, but they still were drawn to him. Or perhaps it was just normal crowd behavior, who knew. He sipped the cup of tea patiently as he marked in his head where everyone was.

Just in case.

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Lady Kay"]

Daxton Bane sat down among the dignitaries, resplendent in a deep royal purple robe devoid of an decoration save a very simple looking silver brooch in the form of raven. He appeared to have some difficulty walking and required an ornately designed metal staff to lean on from time to time. In reality, it wasn't something he needed or required, but it gave people a false sense of secuirty if they felt that enigmatic representative was mortal just like mosr normal folk, a subterfuge he found he could exploit should the need arise.

He watched with polite amusement and wondered what gift would be appropriate to give the couple on this day. Some virility wine perhaps?

 

[Bradshaw Ku]

Big Boy​

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“Sir, could you please not fidget quite so much, this will only take a few moments longer,” grumbled the old artisan making last-minute adjustments to Bradshaw’s suit.

Despite this likely being the biggest day of his life – the day his mother would marry anew for the first time after his father’s death, the day Veiere would become much more than just his Master, and the day he would be announced Commenor’s Prince – he’d given serious thought to wearing the plain Jedi robes he’d begun wearing during training sessions with Veiere. It wasn’t that he was especially fond of Jedi robes, at least, not yet, but more that their ascetic nature was a constant, useful reminder to him to be humble. A reminder anyone who knew him, knew he needed, to say the least. Old habits die hard, but he had turned a corner and was at least heading down a better path, rather than the one of vengeance, anger, and selfishness he had been walking.

What was the point of wearing monastic garb if it only made you stand out? And besides, he didn’t want to give the impression that he wasn’t happy for the occasion. His shoulder’s squirmed slightly as the older man pointed out his fidgeting. The biggest party he’d ever been to had been on a hutt’s yacht and nobody had been wearing suits then, nor had he been an invited guest to that particular jamboree.

He looked over at the frustrated artisan, eyes having returned to their natural dark green after they’d begun to show the yellowed signs of corruption, “It’s not every day you go to your mother’s wedding and your coronation all in the same party. Besides,” he said with a smirk, turning his head back, “I’ve seen the holo-movies, this is how your supposed to act when you’re not used to this sort of thing.” Though his eyes had begun to yellow, his corruption had been of a different nature than the darkness that had been literally beaten into his mother and so, just as easily as it had begun, he had had an easier time overcoming it, and its effects, with the right help.

“Were most of those character’s children, sir?”

Bradshaw frowned, pretending to be hurt by the man’s implied jab. “Well… yes.” His features lightened.

In truth, it wasn’t the simple, but finely crafted, black and grey tuxedo with white undershirt that was making him squirm. Nor, even, was it the thought of his mother’s and Veiere’s union, for, he knew by now, that it would do only good for either of them, and, himself. Instead, it was the increasing pressure and responsibility that would come from openly being Commenor’s Prince. Right now, almost nobody knew his relationship to the Queen and that had hidden him in a shroud of anonymity. Hidden him from the prying eyes of the media. From the citizens of Commenor or its many protectorates. From the galaxy and the many enemies who would wish to harm the Queen by going through him. Most of all, it had hidden him from the responsibility of royalty, government, and politics, in which he had less than zero experience.

He’d abused that anonymity, until recently. He had to try to be better, to fit the role expected, no matter how much it sometimes felt like a square peg and a round hole. His family and the people of Commenor deserved that much, he deserved that much.

“Alright, sir, your suit is finished. I dare say I’ve outdone myself, all things considered.” Bradshaw raised an eyebrow at the comment before looking at himself in the mirror, “Yeah, I look pretty snazzy if I do say so myself, which I do.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? You best be off or you might hold up the ceremony.”

Certainly not wanting to be late for this, of all gatherings, he promptly stepped from the short podium on which the artisan made him stand for his fitting and hurried out the door to where Veiere, Admiral Ansion, [member="Atheus"], and Terrac were congregated.

He had no hidden knife, no lightsaber, or concealed blaster. As much as he liked packing-heat as the next trigger happy smuggler, he trusted that [member="Darlyn Excron"], security, and his mother’s friends could handle just about anything that might arise and considering this was Commenor and Lady Kay’s wedding, he almost expected something, or someone, to turn up. Though he hopped, for once, nothing would.

Waiting for his opportunity, he patted [member="Veiere Arenais"]' shoulder with a friendly hand, “So Master, you ready to marry [member="Lady Kay"]?” He said with a conspiratorial wink, as if the entire galaxy wouldn't know his relationship to Kay in a matter of hours. He was trying to stave off the pressure of his own coronation lurking at the back of his mind.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Nacaolu had finally found somewhere he felt comfortable.

The white crocodilian was sprawled out on the branch of a large tree, basking in the warm Commenori sun. His tail drooped against the rough bark, and he drew a claw over the grains. The relaxing swirl of green leaves around him was calming, and his jaws opened, absorbing as much warmth as possible.

The treeline was a small ways away from the wedding itself, which was how he wanted it. He didn't know how to act in such a setting. He had just learned what a wedding even was only a few days ago. The bonding of two beings, contractually obligated to be together for eternity.

Nacaolu thought the idea a little odd.

To be fair, everything in the galaxy was a little odd.

Like handshakes, for example.

In a few short months, Nacaolu had left his basq, traveled the galaxy, and eventually found himself with the Knights of Commenor. Why, he didn't know. He had felt a pull towards the planet, one he couldn't ignore if he tried. The tranquility, the beautiful forests, and something else had called him here. He joined the Order on a whim, not entirely believing his own actions, and not entirely sure what was in store for him.

Perhaps it had something to do with this 'wedding'.

[member="Bradshaw Ku"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Darben Skirae"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Atheus"] | [member="Kalyr Alor"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"] | [member="Harvey"] | [member="Rex Cruger"] |​