Private Fortuitous Encounters

[Makai Dashiell]

Troithe | Deep Core Industrial Expo & Conference


[ Sir, may I remind you that we cannot be late. After that incident on Ammuud I can confirm your standing is what is often referred to as 'thin ice'. ]

"L3, buddy, I am painfully aware of my current standing. If I could make the turbolift go any faster I would. I promise to walk as fast as possible once we reach the top, even if someone stops to say hello I'll be sure to keep moving."

[ That is advisable Sir. I can stop and explain your situation of the ice and Mistress Arceneau. ]

Of all the places to get a lecture, Makai had not expected it to be a lift headed to a relatively obscure industrial expo. It was one he hadn't attended before, nor heard of, but Makai was just learning more about the Core after being in the Outer Reach and Tingel Arm for so long. Three days of activity around manufacturing, supply chains, and the latest in technological solutions for any issue that could arise in said businesses. According to L3, there was even a chance to tour the Scar of Troithe and see some large pieces of manufacturing equipment brought in for the event.

On 'paper' so to speak, Makai was here representing Salacia Consolidated as a potential choice for all refined mineral and metal needs, in addition to up-selling their in-house smelting and refining processes that offered more control for the end client. Unofficially, it was an excuse to spend three solid back-to-back days with a certain Trade Heiress under the guise of business. He had even booked the chefs table at some difficult to obtain reservation in an attempt to make up for a sailing misadventure.

Turbolift stopped and L3-37 all but shoved him out.

Fixing his navy tie, eyes scanned for his target before continuing on. Didn't need L3 to get any more impatient with him. Night one and the floor was already fairly packed, passing elaborate expo booths and industrial equipment somehow shoved into the open space, most likely through the massive windows. Luckily this wasn't his typical scene and no one knew who he was, or at least he didn't pass anyone who knew him. These types of events were normally handled by his father anyhow.

"Mister Dashiell." A simple greeting as he entered the VIP Lounge, the area and night-and-day experience. Less crowded, much quieter, as those at the top level gathered to rest on the varying pieces of furniture or down a glass of whisky or three.

The focus of his attention however was standing near a railing overlooking the lower level of the expo, just a floor below them, glass of wine in hand as she peered down. Steadfast bronze protocol droid stood a step behind, knowing to be quiet compared to his unit. As he approached, hand touched her lower back, a quick kiss on her temple in greeting. Judging by the amount of wine left in her glass, she hadn't been waiting long.

"Sorry I'm late, got held up on Borealis. L3 had far too many questions or I might had been on time." He flashed a quick smile. "You look stunning."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Lower Expo Floor

"You know what the downsides to these things are? Or the biggest downside?"

Arm around the Togruta, they moved at a leisurely pace. Judah had no real agenda to handle, no pressing place to be. The CEO had been in the area to check on the status of the mining headquarters on Palanhi and ensure the expansion of Pacanth and Zuma were on track and going as planned. A bit of a check behind his son, anyone could fake a report, but it was harder to fake an outpost expansion.

Coming to the Core had a twofold bonus ; first to check out the expo booth set up by Salacia and two, and more importantly, to see Azula Tin'dara again. How long had it been? Not for a lack of trying, the Tingel Arm and Pacanth Region were in wildly different portions of the 'verse and life tended to get the way of things.

"These conferences, expos, trade shows..." Hand made a on-and-on motion. "All faker than your most High Core society gala. Sure, the businesses are all legitimate, above board. Its just the polish, the too clean look, the entire veneer of it all. At least when one goes to a societal event, the fakeness is built right in. Everyone hates one another and knows it. Here credits are your only friend."

Judah offered a grin, recalling a conversation they had over dinner.

"Second biggest downside, no whisky and cigarra with my rich friends. Not sure how I will survive."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

For a moment, Myra froze at the touch of a hand at the small of her back. Her head swung quickly, only to have her temple brushed with a kiss and the scent of Makai’s familiar cologne envelope her. Relief washed over the heiress that it was Makai, and not some emboldened businessman attempting to get fresh with her. L3 would have warned her, but there had been a few close calls in the past that had warranted making sure the protocol was close by.

Makai apologized but just the flash of his little boy smile seemed to make it better. So not fair.

“Borleias?” She echoed, a pensive expression dotting her brow before realization dawned. Oh, that has been one of the worlds he'd mentioned regarding a new location. He must be actively looking for that new place.

Myra gave a slight rotation of her wrist, her muscat wine swirling in her wine glass. It was sweet, slightly effervescent and quite tasty. Turning towards the younger Dashiell, Makai would finally be able to get a good look at her outfit. More practical than excessive, she wore a loose, almost billowy white blouse that crisscrossed over her breasts in a deep vee. It was tucked into a deep blue skirt that appeared to be wrapped around the waist, but was really buttoned up in a series of small buttons at the back. Her hair was up in a loose up do, with select wavy tendrils spilling to tickle her cheeks and neck. At this distance, the delicate scent of honeysuckle would tickle his nose.

“I take it you decided on that world then?” She asked. By all accounts, he made it barely on time, but she was still a little bit miffed from Ammund. Well not really, more just worried he wouldn’t show up like he said he would.

She missed him.

 

[Azula Tindara]

"Second biggest downside, no whisky and cigarra with my rich friends. Not sure how I will survive."

You just have freebies from the corporations desperate for your business and my company. However will you survive!" she replied.

Azula had come dressed for a business-like affair. Quite a plain white tunic and a deep grey long skirt. Of course the tunic was a little lower than it needed to be, the skirt a little snug around the hips. Judah would have missed her enough, but he wanted that on his mind all the time. She wore a relatively modest necklace and decoration across her brow of gold. For her species, some jewellery across the neck, head and montrals was like a good hair cut.

"Even if you haven't got your rich friends, they must be providing more free drinks into the evening?" she asked.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Amusement colored his features at the realization that right now, they were one of those matching couples. Makai was positive it was completely intentional on Ellie's part. L3-37 had taken liberties to ensure that he looked the part of Trade Heiress paramour, and that typically meant a variation of a blue suit because, as L3 mentioned repeatedly, it complimented his scales. All he could do was roll his eyes and follow the protocol droid and its fashion advice, it hadn't steered him wrong yet.

"Decision made, island bought."

It had been his first official visit but it didn't matter. Research had been done inbetween flying to mining outposts so it was just the matter of seeing with his own eyes.

He drew closer to the railing, looking down at the Expo. The pair used to play a little game as children, making up stories and scenarios for the world below while waiting for their respective parents to conduct business. There weren't many ten year olds who could say their parents dropped them off in a executive lounge and told them to wait while negotiations continued. Then again, not many ten year olds were under the wing of Danger Arceneau.

"I'm also going to need..." Makai didn't get to finish your help. Below he had spotted one shaggy head with salt-and-pepper temples, wearing a dark suit and moving without a care in the galaxy. What was his father doing in the Core? What was more surprising was who his arm was around. One Azula Tin'dara. Makai had met her once, not enough time to make a real determination of how he felt. Yet it looked like he was going to have to make a determination soon, he had seen his father offer his arm to escort a female friend around but this was different. This was arm fully around her, a brilliant smile flashed to the Togruta before a chuckle.

Damn, does Dad have a type? He has got to have a blue alien kink...explains why we ran into each other at PharmaTech.

Hand blindly reached out, trying to get Ellie's attention but also not take his eyes way from the pair before. Finally, Makai touched her, arm he hoped but who knew, and out of the corner of his eye caught her turning her head towards him once more.

"I think...I think thats Dad. Let me go down and see, if it is I'll right back...Sorry, one moment."

[ Ocular sensors do indicate that is your father Sir. Unknown on the Togruta, perhaps my programming is incomplete. ]

Makai left and L3 shuffled after him.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"Even if you haven't got your rich friends, they must be providing more free drinks into the evening?" she asked.

"Of course. This many uptight business beings in one area? Negotiations would be explosive and considering there are a number of heavy tools and sample pieces on the floor....could turn into an all out brawl. Imagine the public relations nightmare. The apologetic advertising campaigns. The fake CEO letters of apology. I definitely do not want to write one of those."

Judah gently steered her to the turbolifts to head one floor up to the lounge. He had no intentions of staying long this evening, some drinks in the lounge, another circle back to the Salacia booth before leaving for far more interesting pursuits with Azula. Judah would have to return by mid-morning for a meeting, but otherwise had no intention of jumping into his workaholic ways.

Turbolift opened and he was confronted with a surprising sight ; his son.

Arm gently squeezed Azula, making no move to part from her. Makai was going to have to find out sometime and this may be an easier way to find out rather than walking in on them back on Celestia Station. The young man was making his way over, confusion painted all over his features.

"Son."

"Dad, Zuly."

"What are you doing here? I figured you would be with Myra."

"I am, she's up in the lounge."

"Great, I haven't seen in her ages. Come on, Azula and I need a drink anyways."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Makai had tapped on her arm, and it was only by sheer luck that she hadn't spilled her wine on her dress. Instead, she spilled it over her hand. By then, Makai had stepped out, briskly departing. Shocked and perplexed at his exit, Myra barely had time to follow up with, "Wait, where are you going?" in confusion, watching him leave. A stab of melancholy hit her that he left so soon after greeting her.

[ It appears that Mister Dashiell has identified the appearance of his father, along with an unidentified escort. ] L3 explained that even for a droid, one could not miss the sense of disappointment at Makai's sudden withdrawal.

Turning round to look back over the balcony, Myra searched the crowd. It took her a few seconds before she identified Judah and, sure enough, a tall, azure-skinned Togruta female arm in arm. The body language alone was enough to quirk a brow in inquiry. For all the years she'd known Judah, she'd never heard of him bringing an escort to an event that wasn't Makai or working alongside her mother.

What did this mean?

[I shall bring appropriate materials for you to clean up with, Mistress. Please do not depart from this location. I shall be prompt with my task. ] L3 went shuffling out as quickly as he could manage. This wouldn't do. Makai was to be Mistress Arceneau's escort. Leaving her side was unbecoming of his character and showed a lack of foresight in caring for Myra's needs. He hadn't even explained why he had left nor how long he would take.

"I'll be fine, El-Three. I just need a napkin." She didn't have one her person, having always depended on her escort of such things.

Normally, she'd have just licked off the wine, but if anyone saw or caught her at the right moment, it would be plastered all over the holofeed.

 

[Casteel Mer'taal]

The woman was beautiful.

Although Myra was a different type of pretty than the classic Core World ideal, she was a beauty that stood out indeed. Many still had the gall to attempt their pursuits despite the looming shadow of the Arceneau-Kuhn name. Or perhaps that was the pot of Aurodium her name gave at the end of the rainbow. Few were as intimately aware as he regarding Myra Arceneau Kuhn's personality quirks. A hefty contract fee had assured Casteel Mer'taal's loyalty, silence, and the ability to ensure Myra's every need was supported. He'd been curious why his escort had not been requested for the Expo, but perhaps it now made itself clear.

He'd taken his time observing Myra's worrisome wait before seeing a dark-haired man in blue reach her. Even without an introduction, at this distance, Casteel would recognize the shaggy dark hair and his face: Makai Dashiell, heir to the Salacia Mining and Salvage Empire.

Or, more intimately known as the 'Blasted Idiot', if his recollection was correct. Casteel had been privy for years to the tears and the heartbreak Miss Arceneau held for her childhood friend. Truthfully, he was amazed at the type of devotion she held for the Dashiell heir despite the years of separation. It was rare to see in his society circles, where mistresses and lovers were kept aplenty aside from the marriage of convenience.

Cheeky bugger came back, did he? Casteel mused, a blond brow arching as he observed the pair chat briefly, only for the younger Dashiell to suddenly gesture for Myra's attention, then briskly walked off.

Yet, all too quickly departed. A narrowing of disapproval colored his sapphire eyes. He was not pleased that the Salacia heir would dart off without any further ado, much less after almost spilling Myra's drink into her dress. His eyes immediately swept over the waterfall of emotion that befell her pretty face. The confusion, the alarm, and the longing that lingered upon the Dashiell as he wove his way toward the turbolift.

Would this be one of those nights? He mused, thinking back to the events where Casteel had to usher Myra out before she made a spectacle of herself, tipsy with wine, tears in her eyes, her heart a mess -- a broken little dove.

With a sigh, Casteel made a decision. His taunt lips relaxed into a smile. Casteel leisurely sauntered towards Myra as he looked directly at her- back straight, platinum blonde head held high. He steadily closed the distance. If Myra was the hand that would allow him to make his legacy, he had no reason to turn down her assistance or her favor. He would give her what she wanted and take what he needed. Moreover, with her, the exchange would be simple and neat.

Casteel even nodded slightly to those he occasionally met eyes with. It was an inevitable habit ingrained into his body since childhood. Yet, his focus was on the lone brunette presently attempting to wipe off the droplets of wine from her hand. He pulled the white silk monogrammed handkerchief from his breast pocket with an elegant motion of his wrist.

Well, time to see how the pretty dove is doing. He recalled the details of their star-crossed lovers' romance and took the last few steps toward her.

"Here you are," Casteel looked down at the woman, his eyes still faintly smiling. The grey eyes, red lips, and pale skin that showed her veins. After studying the few stands of soft brown hair falling down her neck, his glacier blue eyes paused on Myra's smoky grey eyes. With a graceful gesture, he gently offered his handkerchief and pat away the wine over her hand, placing his hand right under her elbow to hold it steady—an action he had done before.

"You look lovely as ever, Myra." Casteel said as he looked down at the heiress with fond eyes.

 

[Azula Tindara]

"Dad, Zuly."

"Makai," she said, offering a slow nod. "It's lovely to see you."

Azula had survived - and occasionally thrived - by blending in wherever she went. She was perfectly at ease with Judah, but she required a little of that masking at the sudden appearance of his son.

It was not like he wasn't going to find out at some point. She and Judah had started to firm up their relationship and started to open up about what they meant to one another. Given that she had worked with Makai it would not have been long before one of them explained it.

Azula might have approached this differently if she'd know they were meeting Makai. She would have tugged her tunic up by about an inch, for a start.

She offered Judah a sideways glance and a little smile as they followed Makai up to the lounge. This was more of a moment for Judah than it was for her. He had been alone for a long time, something Makai had become accustomed to.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"You're fine" Judah had tipped his head towards Azula, leaning in to speak to her without Makai overhearing. Hand squeezed hers in solidarity for a moment, unconcerned. His son had seemed more confused than anything, as if trying to piece together the what and the how behind the sudden appearance of a woman on his life. It was going to be an adjustment for both of them, although one Judah hoped would be easier now that his son was an adult and living on his own.

No doubt there would be questions later.

Striding through the lounge, Judah had immediately spotted Myra and a blonde haired man against the railing. The older Dashiell had seen the man frequently throughout the last five years, and he often wondered of the pairing. He had not seen anything amorous, no, but more in the choosing of Casteel by Danger. While he had been friends with the Trade Queen for nearly two decades, there were some things one did not ask about. Like ladies underthings, this was one of them.

"Myra, Casteel. It's been too long."

Judah leaned in, kissing the young woman on the cheek. Myra was practically a daughter at this point, one Judah had fretted over just as much as his own son. It had been interesting to watch her step out of Danger's shadow and into her own light, just starting to make a name for herself. A firm handshake for Casteel before introducing Azula.

" May I introduce Azula Tin'dara, Master Jedi and a genius xenolinguist. Azula, Myra Arceneau-Kuhn and Casteel Mer'taal. I've known Myra since she was knee high to a fieldhopper."

He flashed a fatherly smile at the young woman.

"Casteel, I didn't expect to see you here considering Makai was able to make it."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Makai was in a daze. His father and Azula? When did such a thing happen? Was it happening when he and Azula went into the Pacanth together? Is that why his father had thrown them together, for Azula to observe him without such concerns of trying to impress as a potential future presence in his life? Why hadn't he been informed sooner? How long has this woman been with my father?

He entertained no thoughts of his parents ever getting back together, that had been abundantly clear when he was fourteen, the two having a thinly veiled hatred of one another ever since. His father could deny all he wanted but he saw the body language between his parents at graduation and it was tense. Nor did he expect his father to be alone forever, he was middle aged and in relatively good health, who would want to see their father struggle for the next thirty years?

Azula seemed fine enough, his father happy. It was just overwhelming to experience and not be able to ask questions as this was not a time or place for such things.

"Casteel, I didn't expect to see you here considering Makai was able to make it."

Makai moved to stand next to Ellie once again, arm slipping around her lower back despite the fact it seemed Casteel was trying to take his spot. The half-Galan needed the gentle anchoring that was Myra Elspeth Arceneau, especially now that he was being hit from both sides ; Dad's new girlfriend and Casteel.

Handsome blonde bastard.

Typically not jealous, Makai knew full well Ellie was his. He had seen it in her eyes, her actions, the way she touched him in their quietest moments. Makai had no reason not to trust her, nor did he expect a betrayal of said trust. Casteel though. Well, Makai was no idiot. What young man wouldn't make a move on the Trade Heiress? While Ellie was intelligent, beautiful, graceful, and warm there was something far greater most focused on : Arceneau Trade and Vanir Technologies. Play one's cards right and suddenly the entire galaxy opened up with the securing of her hand. Power and credits were attractive and Ellie was swimming in both.

Instead of being the jerk he wanted to be, he outstretched his hand to shake Casteels'.

"Makai Dashiell, I've heard quite a bit about you."

Take Casteel Mer'taal, your Companion. He would be favorable had he an inheritance and sway like his older brother, perhaps if he made a name for himself independently.

He was going to need a drink soon to make it through, mainly to ensure his mouth remained fully shut and thoughts kept to himself.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

"Casteel!" Surprise, but a note of pleasure would bathe Myra's face, her lips softening into a smile. The scent of spicy, warm woody, amber, and patchouli tickled Myra's nose, the latest trend in Core World eau de perfumes. It is so different from Makai's bergamot, clary sage, and sea salt. Before he left, she could still smell the notes from Water Lily, Ambergris, Sandalwood, Musk, Sea Moss, and Cedar. The thought reminded her of that night that had wrecked all her plans when Makai took her hand and told her he loved her.

Myra couldn't help the beaming smile that lit up her face, reminiscing, shining that up to Casteel to add, "I didn't realize you'd be here."

He murmured that he had made several appointments with potential investors. He was finally working his way towards establishing his bank. By then, Judah, Azula, and Makai had returned. Both L3 protocol droids shuffled in their wake to catch up, with one of them holding a napkin in its hand.

The warmth of Makai's hand at her lower back sent a wave of pleasure and comfort through Myra. Her cheeks gave a fetching flush of delight, rosy and warm against that delicate alabaster skin.

There was genuine affection in greeting Judah, kissing him on the cheek as well. Avid curiosity and a subtle widening of her eyes at the Jedi Master Togruta standing beside the elder Dashiell. Simply by the manner in which he'd introduced her spoke volumes. Something to mull over. Her mother likely would hear about it soon. Internally, Myra gave a slight mental wince at the title of Jedi, being a victim of her prejudice, but then she was intrigued by the details that Azula was a Xenolinguist.

"A pleasure," Myra relayed, extending her hand to shake Azula's. The greeting was automatic but so far genuine. Myra was making an effort for Judah's and Makai's sake.

"A Xenolinguist? Good to hear. I also majored in xenolinguistics at the University of Coruscant. Business Administration and Xenolinguists. May I ask where did you study? And what are your specializations?" Myra was on board with the small talk and chatter expected of her.

As Myra had not recalled the remarks about Casteel, his potential as a suiter, or adamantly telling Makai while inebriated that there wasn't anything between her and Casteel, the young Heiress was oblivious to Makai's internal struggles. It appeared that Makai had, at the very least, learned thus far how to hide his emotions and keep his internal thoughts at bay.

Sober, at least.

 

[Casteel Mer'taal]

Ha! Casteel gave an internal scoff at the propriety method the Dashiell heir seemed to move himself into position by Myra's side.

Oh, now you want to pay the piper? Casteel mused while maintaining the air of a cordial and pleasant gentleman. Even seen up close was a man who was impossible to read, even more so when he'd smile that dimpled smile so composedly. He let go of Myra, but she held on to his monogrammed handkerchief.

"Judah, good to see you as well." There was a tranquil warmth to Casteel's voice, which followed the strong, firm handshake of greeting the elder Dashiell.

"I'm here on business, discussing with potential investors for Corsuca bank," he informed then, that chiseled jaw flashing perfect pearly white teeth in a wide smile.

"Myra honored me with her company while catching up." He made it sound so typical, the ability to slip beside Myra with the ease of slipping on a sweater or a cloak. After all, he spent years doing exactly that. It was clear it was second nature.

At Makai's extended hand and greeting, Casteel smoothly took Dashiell's hand firmly.

"All good, I hope." Casteel would reply, giving a ghost of a smile. Meanwhile, the promising banker had been deftly studying Makai's body language, stance, and words. In mere seconds, Casteel found him wanting as an escort.

Myra deserves better.

Yet, perhaps he could be trained.

"Casteel Mer'taal," a gentlemanly nod in greeting, then, with the practiced air of social etiquette, added," Would anyone like drinks?"

 

[Azula Tindara]

"Casteel, I didn't expect to see you here considering Makai was able to make it."

Azula resisted a sidelong glance at Judah.

Well this was an interesting dynamic. It might have been subtle enough to avoid provoking a response, but Judah had thrown some shade.

Myra Arceneau-Kuhn too. That was a name that Azula knew. She had - after all - been paid quite highly to steal from the very richest in the galaxy in recent years. Judah had shocked her with his selfless attitude and devotion to his staff. It was perhaps the first thing that had caught her attention.

She wondered if Myra had such traits or of she was simply a holo-zine cover heiress. What an interesting mark she would have made.

"A please to meet you all," she said. She wasn't technically a professional xenolinguist, but she could certainly speak enough languages that only a true academic could challenge the assertion.

"A Xenolinguist? Good to hear. I also majored in xenolinguistics at the University of Coruscant. Business Administration and Xenolinguists. May I ask where did you study? And what are your specializations?" Myra was on board with the small talk and chatter expected of her.

Fuckdamnit.

"Thyferra," she replied, avoiding being specific. Azula really didn't want to ingratiate herself with Makai by stealing from his girlfriend's mind. "It's no longer my profession, but I did a nice project on the dialects of the Hutt before returning to my Jedi studies. What were your specialities?"

"Casteel Mer'taal," a gentlemanly nod in greeting, then, with the practiced air of social etiquette, added," Would anyone like drinks?"

"Did you know I would be quite happy to go and fetch a round. Especially if you have investors to go and chase. Judah, another glass?"

It was difficult, caring. She had avoided it for so long. Now she gave a damn what people thought about her - the real her - and it was so much effort.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"Did you know I would be quite happy to go and fetch a round. Especially if you have investors to go and chase. Judah, another glass?"

"I'd be happy to help. Excuse me a moment."

Arm slipped back around Azula as they walked away, head coming back close to hers once again. Judah didn't need the room overhearing as the pair moved towards the bar. Despite best efforts of the staff, there was a line as always at these things, giving him a chance to lay out his plan for the evening. Or at least what he thought was a plan they could work with.

"We need to get our way out of this. My plans included you and you alone, not entertaining the kids and Casteel in a round of small talk. I can tell I'm going to be at my wits end soon...especially now that Makai knows about us. It was bound to happen soon but its not like I want to explain my entire private life at an Expo full of strangers."

Line moved forward slightly.

"Start plotting our escape now. Sickness, we left the stove on, we're tired...something. Not sure if I can put up with an entire night of drama."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Sleazy enough to be a banker, this tracks.

Makai had seen the type of guys like Casteel before. They typically started off nice enough, working the crowd with charm and sheer charisma. Yet if they were rebuffed? The situation turned ugly, hell bent on making life miserable for all involved. He had walked home enough crying, panicked girls in university to know the lengths a nice guy like Casteel would go to.

Would the same thing happen to Ellie? It was clear the blonde saw him as no threat. What would he do if she rejected further advances? The thought made his stomach churn.

Not that he could tell Ellie any of this. Not at all. Makai knew what pushback he would receive, her argument that he was just trained to assist and nothing more. Pushback that he didn't trust her, which was far from the case. Pushback that it was just how things worked in certain circles. She would call him jealous and his overactive imagination was running wild.

Makai wanted to ask Ellie to just step out and speak with him, but now she was engaged with Azula, attention drawn elsewhere. It was tempting to interrupt, to be completely rude just to have a private moment. It would be easy to fake a sickness where Ellie would need to tend to him. Visit the men's room and come back looking sweaty and pale would be doable, but knowing his luck his father would offer to step in.

Azula and his father were practically killing themselves to get away, both intent on grabbing a drink.

“Pick me up something? Thanks Dad.”

Since when did his father regularly drink? Makai watched as the two walked away, his father putting an arm back around her and moving in to speak low as they walked.

It was going to take a long time before he got used to that.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

"Thyferra. It's no longer my profession, but I did a nice project on the dialects of the Hutt before returning to my Jedi studies. What were your specialities?"

That perked Myra's interest. Huttese was one of the more common modes of intergalactic communication, so much so that the Baobab School of Speed-Learning offered an extremely popular course to promote Huttese fluency. All the Nimbanels were fluent in Huttese, which was also the primary language for the Rodians. The Toydarians, Niktos, Klatooinians, and Vodrans. All knew Huttesse as well. As Arceneau Trade Company began its roots on Tatooine, where Huttesse was the primary language, then expanded across the Southern Systems Cartel, then subsequently, with the Hutt Cartell, Myra had to do extensive studies in Huttese and the various dialects to be able to negotiate and socialize with the various Hutt Clans.

"That's great to hear!" It was evident by the sparkle in Myra's eyes and the flush of excitement washing over Myra's face that she was excited to discuss this. "I also specialize in Huttesse and its various dialects, along with the various Trade Languages across the galaxy, satellite galaxies, and Otherspace." These were Bocce, Sy Bisti, Taarja, Meese Caulf, Minnisiat, and both Jawa and Squib Trade Language. In addition, she also studied High Galactic, Hapan, Naboo, Tapani, and Pak-Pak. Toss in the ones she couldn't speak but could understand, including Cheunh, Shyriiwook, Xaczik, Thykarann, and Binary.

"I'd love to pick your brain regarding the Huttese writing system and their different use of upper and lower case letters and how that has translated over to the different Huttese dialects, specifically. in like that the Niktos have managed to preserve their language despite generations under Hutt slavery."

Okay, maybe being a Jedi wasn't so bad if Azula Tindara is a xenolinguist counterpart. It would be fabulous to have a conversation regarding xenolinguistist rather than mingling with someone else and having to play pretend while discussing business for a change, even if it was for an hour.

Alas, perhaps it was not meant to be, as Judah Dashiell ushered Azula off for drinks. The expression of disappointment was quite evident on Myra's face. She had been looking forward to that. Even Makai asked Judah for a drink, oblivious to his inner turmoil. Perhaps I should finish mine first then?

Taking a look at her glass, she sighed, only to turn back to Casteel and smile. With a slight nod she offered the handkerchief back. "Thank you, Casteel. I appreciate it."

 

[Casteel Mer'taal]

"Did you know I would be quite happy to go and fetch a round. Especially if you have investors to go and chase. Judah, another glass?"

Glacier-colored eyes subtly went drifting over the Togruta. Casteel did not miss her subtle dismissal of him. Hmm, what could have caught her in a tizzy? For a man well used to high society's subtle and nuanced barbs, what Azula lanced his way merely slid off his shoulder. It wasn't even worth being bothered over. He was more amused that she would so quickly turn to dismiss him. He'd expect that from Old Money, who thought his Companion status was unfortunate but well deserved. He never received it from a Jedi before.

"I'd be happy to help. Excuse me a moment."

Casteel gave a nod of gratitude towards the elder Dashiell. They were well-known to each other and got along well. There were no issues or concerns regarding what Judah thought of Casteel other than trusting Danger's judgment and seeing that Casteel did have Myra's best interests at heart. With almost six years of assisting, escorting, and ensuring Myra's minimal panic attacks, Casteel had earned his place at Myra's side as a proper and loyal escort.

Casteel had no doubts that Judah would bring him back his standard whiskey with ice. They've had plenty of conversations in the past, and Casteel had no reason to believe Judah would snub him by not bringing him one.

“Pick me up something? Thanks Dad.”

Ah, so the errant almost lover chose to stay? Well, that would be a first, Casteel mused, thinking to himself how the past six years had affected Myra. Truth be told, he had wondered at what point Myra's mother would take steps to try and navigate her daughter's matter of the heart and encourage her to move forward. There had been Blythe De'taar, a young man of means who had been a potential suitor for Myra. However, it was quickly determined that such a coupling would not prevail mainly because Casteel made a point of leveraging his knowledge regarding Blythe's long-term mistress available to Danger's investigators, which quickly made that courtship end.

He certainly didn't regret it.

Casteel, however, did wonder just how and why Makai Dashiell had decided to make a return now. Certainly, the little dove had been anxious over his departure but had invited him back with open arms now that he'd returned. It both amused him as much as annoyed him. He'd been subject to several instances of a weeping, inconsolable Myra after indulging in a heavy dose of social media stalking. Obsessive, yes. But on par to the types of quirks, those in high society chose to keep hidden away. Everyone had their secrets. Myra's just happened to be an obsessive one-side love affair.

Or so Casteel thought. The nearness of Makai and the press of his hand against the small of Myra's back declared in no uncertain terms that he was claiming her as his own.

How precious. What a prat. Casteel has seen his type before. Taking a lady and her affections for granted and only come sniffing around her skirts when it was convenient for them. Never taking into account the hovertrain wreck they left behind, providing just enough bait to keep them hanging on, but never truly following through. He'd seen his fair share of mistresses expecting to become wives only to be sorely disappointed. Even Casteel, as a Companion, was well aware that while his status was respected among social circles, there would be those who would only see him as Myra's high-paid rebranded Cafarel.

It didn't bother him. He made more than enough to start Corsuca Bank and make networking connections using Arceneau Trade. Myra was his key to it, and he was not one to let it go lightly. Certainly not to a backwater git who had proven himself to be more likely to scat than remain. At that point, who will be the one to pick up the little Dove's broken heart shattered to pieces?

Me.

"Thank you, Casteel. I appreciate it."

Casteel slowly turned at the sound of Myra's voice. A fond look returned to Casteel's eyes, catching her beam of a smile. If anything, Myra did her best to try to fit in. Her genuine attempts at navigating these bloodthirsty social circles were cute. Dangerous, but cute. Left alone, the pretty little dove would be torn to shreds by the Great Tit songbirds flocking the arena, ever ready to make a swipe or opportunistic kill.

"Please retain it for your use. I have another," he told her warmly, deftly using a hand to pull another handkerchief from his inner breast coat pocket and easily slipping it in place. He then turned his attention from Myra to Makai.

"I take it you each are representing Salacia Incorporated and Arceneau Trade and its subsidiaries in this expo?" He returned his gaze to Myra with that calm, cordial, but thoughtful demeanor, " Your mother mentioned she would not be participating." it was a nuanced piece of information, but it was there. It said that Casteel maintained direct contact and conversed with the Trade Queen recently, perhaps even regularly.

 

[Azula Tindara]

"Start plotting our escape now. Sickness, we left the stove on, we're tired...something. Not sure if I can put up with an entire night of drama."

"Here's an easier lie: we're going to see someone else you know or a particular stand. Then we simply slip away."

She was teaching him to lie now? Or at least, to sell an easier half-truth.

"Or we simply say that we are leaving," she added.

She asked for a tray to collect the drinks for the party. It was going to be difficult to continue the xenolinguistics act if Myra actually had connections. There was a difference between knowing languages and studying papers. Azula could build the lie with a little more practice.

Preparing for more lies now?

"We could just talk to them for a little longer. I know tonight is for us but..."

The cat was out of the bag.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"We could just talk to them for a little longer. I know tonight is for us but..."

Judah looked to Azula as if she had lost her mind. Eyebrow raised at the suggestion. Who was this sudden woman who didn't want to create a lie on the spot and maneuver their way out of the situation? Surprise colored his expression, curious as to where this was coming from. Judah would have expected her to be on board with an outlandish tale and absconding into the night.

"Who is this Azula Tin'dara? I've never met her. Apparently some of my pragmatic side is rubbing off on you. I'm only mildly disappointed mind you, we probably should stay and at least be sociable for a little while. I haven't seen both of the kids together since they started dating so, should be interesting to see how this plays out."

Drink requests made, attention was turned back to Azula. If they were staying to talk to the trio it was wise to give advice, or at least some information so the Togruta could navigate the situation to the best of her ability. Naturally, he could always step in to re-direct the conversation as needed. Hopefully things would be easier given the audience but somehow Judah doubted it.

"I shouldn't have mentioned the xenolinguistics thing. I forgot Myra is smart as a whip and of course would have deep dived into a bunch of different questions about what you can speak....Just navigate those waters carefully, if you plan on staying around and the kids stay together, its going to be a lie you're going to have to build up."

Judah shook his head slightly.

"Poor girl could have any man in the galaxy and she waits on my idiot son. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to see it." If Judah thought he waited on Thessa too long to come back, Myra had him beat by a longshot with Makai. "We should have them over one-on-one in the future. Wasn't an ideal way to introduce the new dynamic."