Galactic Alliance: A Little Bit Fancy

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Alric Kuhn"]

An auburn brow would quirk up at the Tetan, only to turn her amused verdant gaze up to the former High Lord of the Fringe. The corner of her mouth perked. This.. was starting to turn into a night far more entertaining than originally expected. With a grin, Danger tapped the low ball glass with her finger.

"Alen," the rasp of her honeyed voice would sing the dare. Shadows would dance over her decolletage as she went leaning forward, a challenge in her eyes as she asked, "And what do you reckon you'll toss into the pot?" It wasn't about credits. It wasn't about property. It was about having fun. The game. The bragging rights of a good time. It had been a long while since she sat down to prove her worth, but something about the boisterous man made her grin.

Already there was a low murmur surrounding them, a thrum of excitement. The barkeep couldn't hide his Cheshire cat grin. The Host and Arceneau in a drinking contest? Couldn't be better. It meant more liquor would flow and more credits in his pockets.

As it was, no matter the wager, it was clear that several rounds of shots were soon to be brought into the vicinity. Without even skipping a beat, the man began to collect clean empty shot glasses.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

What Dashiell was working on actually sounded interesting to him, and told him a little more about the man - it was a good feeling, and only went further to help in solidifying his opinion on the Galactic Alliance thus far, and his considerations on how his relationship with this growing entity might form over time. After another sip, a laugh rumbled out of him, and he clapped a hand down on Judah's shoulder.

"No need," he insisted, with a small grin, "to subject yourself to that. To be honest, business is my life these days, as if I'd just had another child."

Surely, he would understand that. The hand slipped from the other man's shoulder, and Kelly continued on.

"So, biofuel, hm? It sounds fantastic," and he finished off his drink, "something like that could go a long way for an outfit like this, and you know... I've been thinking, after last time, that fondness for what came before?"

That hand slid into a trouser pocket and rested there.

"Well, I think we could get something out of that nostalgia for the old birds, Dashiell. Something that gives a good nod to the past, but thinking of your biofeul project, it also remains inexpensive, to go right along with that fuel of yours," he said, leveling a finger at the Salacia man when mentioning the fuel, with the hand that held his empty glass, "something clean..."

And a small chuckle.

"...unlike the mess that's my new headquarters, on Eriadu. Still under construction, like this outfit. A bit of last-minute impulsiveness, on Lessa's part, but that was the way she was, bless her," and he shrugged, "it is what it is. So, Dashiell. Thoughts?"

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu's dark eyebrows shot up in an expression of amused surprise. "Sit on your lap, huh?" she said with a laugh. Quick, quick, witty retort! Quippy bon mot! Go! Her blush returned and she looked away. To say that Chevu had no game was a serious understatement.

Flirting was hard.

"I don't think Commander Starchaser would mind if I took a day off to learn some things about piloting." Would he? Chevu didn't know [member="Coren Starchaser"] that well. During their training, he seemed intensely driven with a side order of laid back. Master Oomomo would have thrown a fit if she ran off with Liam, but would Commander Starchaser? It's not like she was a Padawan anymore. Either way, there was only one way to find out.

"I'm game when you are."

When the younger Talith put Liam on the spot, Chevu giggled as she watched his reaction. He sure was a talker, but how would he talk his way out of this?

[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Liam Quez"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Remy looked up in time to see [member="Rekha Kaarde"] enter the bar area. His eyes near popped out of her head as she stood there in a bright yellow dress. The color was good on her, and he could swear he felt his heart skip a beat. Dammit, at his age that was not good. Then again, maybe it was simply because it was trying to tell him something. The gruff, and grizzled, smuggler stood from his seat, leaned in, and placed a kiss on Rekha's cheek.

"You look gorgeous," he said sincerely as [member="Karen Roberts"] approached them.

He smiled and turned to the woman and nodded.

"I believe that was the last time we had the pleasure of meeting. Coren made good on his promise. Eliza did get hers, and it has come in handy to save her shebs a few times. The downside is that mando she's been working with also made it out okay..."

Whether he was teasing or not was open for interpretation.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha tilted her head for the kiss, "you look rather ravaging yourself [member="Remy Steele"] dear" She tugged on his coat just a bit, "hope you weren't waiting long" It was then that she turned to look at the woman talking to them,

"OOooo Karen I'm so disappointed lover, you're hair isn't blue anymore, just color me sad" She smiled then leaned over and kissed the woman softly on the lips, "Did you bring your hubby?" She then put her hand on Remy's arm to reassure him she was there with him, and just being all social with [member="Karen Roberts"].

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Kelly Perris"]



"Thoughts?"


Judah wasn't sure what the other was asking. Perhaps it was something to do with the idea the man was just going on about when biofuel was mentioned. He didn't want to appear dense. Most thought he was some un-educated hick who landed in good favor with [member="Danger Arceneau"] . It couldn't be farther from the truth but it wasn't something that kept him up at night.


"I think if business is like a new baby, it seems I'm doing all the crying this time."


He couldn't help but chuckle a little. A waiter circulated by, offering to take his empty glass. Judah waved him off. He wasn't big on alcohol but the glass would keep his hands busy during those times the Gala conversation got more than a little dull. Although since Perry was talking about business and nostalgia, the night was certainly on a better track.


"Are you trying to capture that nostalgia feeling in your products once again Mr.Perry? My advice, make something inexpensive, reliable with the ability to customize. Folks like to feel they are a part of something, having the ability to turn a little piece of hell your own goes a long way."


"Think about all those X-Wing pilots of old. The appeal comes from the stories that pilots told once they got went home to their backwater planets once more. Gave the vessel a....a type of golden era due to these stories told down the generations. Made folks want to be in one or want to own one, even though they may have had no intention of being a starfighter pilot."


"My feeling is....you make your new product a story worth tellin' over and over again....well, you'll have more orders than you can keep up with."

 

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Open Bar
w [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Remy Steele"]

When Remy mentioned a Mando in Eliza's life, Karen perked up with a nod. That sounded wonderful scandalous to her. Son in law, on the way perhaps? Oh my. What would Remy do with that twist of fate. Hehe. Roberts made introductions and gleefully received another kiss from Rekha. What a woman.

"Well Mister Steele, I am glad to hear Eliza is doing well then. No doubt she gets her adventurous side from you, hmm? Oh yes. I can see it in your eyes. There's a born rebel behind that cigar yet. ...You best watch out Lady Kaarde. This man's a firecracker on your arm. Hehe."

She tugged on her hair. Yes. It wasn't as blue as it used to be.

"Alas, yes. I'm afraid I've finally gone and gotten myself a sense of corporate professionalism. Grant mentioned that I can't run a proper PMC group wearing only metal bikini's and lavishing blue hair. And, as much as my dear husband and I make time to still enjoy our deviant habits? Well. Let's just say I've had to make some sacrifices to appear more... Pulled together. Hehe."

She smirked with a shrug. Karen had soldiers who looked up to her now. So she had to buckle down and lose the attitude. Well, just a bit anyway.

"Oh. And I'm afraid Grant, my husband, is back on Denon this month. I came all this way with just my Lieutenants. Though, they are terrible at parties. Mandos. You know. So I told them to mind the farmhouse while I'm away. Hopefully they'll try not to blow up all of Sullust for one just evening. ...We'll see how it goes. Mm."

Karen paused and knew she shouldn't ramble. There were a thousand question she wanted to ask Remy and Kaarde. About their lives, the GA, the future, and all that. But... This was a party and she didn't want to intrude on their night for much longer. They should enjoy the evening as a couple and make the most of their time together. Not simply wasting a whole evening humoring an old wizarding woman and her gun collection. Naturally.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Remy quirked a brow at two things. First was the kiss Rekha gave to Karen. The second was the obvious absence of her husband. In fact, She was always alone every time Remy had the chance of running into her. This led him to think this husband was simply a ficticious apparition designed to keep men like him from hitting on her all night. Did he dare even mention the second thing he was thinking after that kiss. How lucky could a man get?

"You could always run a bar, sweets. Metal bikinis and blue hair would be the professional look for that," he teased as he reached back to set the cigar on the ash tray. "And yeah, Lizzy is a bit more like her old man than I'd like to think or admit. Though, she's got her mother's fiery temper. Quite a shame she never lived long enough to see the woman Lizzy turned into. She'd either be really proud, or smackin me for turning her into a smuggler."

Right, moving along. The grizzled smuggler never liked talking about the loss of his wife. It had been a long time ago, but it still stung. He'd never settled down after. No one could ever replace her, because there was no one else like her. He also knew finding someone and settling down wouldn't take those memories away, but he was still holding on to her. Rekha, well it was the first time he'd had a second date, if you could call it that, in long time.

"Well, Karen, care to join us for a drink, or you got some business contacts to make?"

[member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Always being the type to be fashionably late Spencer checked in a coat and quickly was handed a glass of brut. The bubbly beverage released its carbonation through the open top of the flute glass, while Spencer made her way through the small crowds that had settled into the party. After wandering the galaxy, she soon had found herself a true home. The other places, like the Silver Sanctum Coalition was a fine place to settle down for a moment, but the Galactic Alliance had something more. Something that she could find herself completely settling herself into. A letter was sent to Ashin letting her know of the decision she made to wander from the Prime despite the union of the Fringe. The letter of course revealed an open invitation for the rejuvenated woman to join her when the time was right.

In typical Spencer fashion of course, she sent the date, the time and the location of the current party in hopes that her wife would make her own appearance. Spencer knew though the things that Ashin was up to was far important especially to her own well-being. Sighing softly, the woman in the black dress continued to wander through the party softly sipping on the brut. The bubbles hit the mark along with the slight acidic and tantalizing sweetness that some brut were known to have. Her arms folded as she examined picking out some people that she knew about and who she knew personally. She mused and continued to enjoy herself quietly. Her eyes quietly fell on her daughter and as any proud mother, she smirked. The girl had picked up some fashion from her while they spent time together, Spencer was worried that the rugged nature of the girl’s Papa would influence her more than anything.

Simple times and Spencer missed them, the girl had grown far too quickly and she wondered if this was how her mother felt. A pang of guilt as Spencer realized she hadn’t spoken to her mother in years and Ibaris hadn’t done the same with the woman either. Making a mental note, Spencer decided it was time that they both made a trip to Dathomir. Plans aside, Spencer decided to enjoy herself – it was the first time she was at a party stag, how interesting.

 

[Liam Quez]

I noticed how she reacted and that already gave me my answer to the piloting. Of course I’m always looking for a good time and Chevu seemed like a girl that knew how to have a good time – if she could get out from under her Master’s thumb or something. Either way, It was going to be fun. Tapping my chin, I pondered and thought about what would be some cool places to fly, hell we could even go pod racing. It’s been years since I got my hands on one of those things.

While my mind went a mile a minute, Ms Talith decided to bring in a factor that I hadn’t considered while I was talking with Chevu. Blinking, I looked at Kaili and wrinkled my nose. “I doubt she would mind? Why would she mind? I doubt she’d ever want to go somewhere with me that wasn’t on her chart or something.” I made a gesture with my hand mimicking the holocron the girl wore around her neck that contained a star map. Shrugging, glanced at her from across the room. She was pretty tonight, but I would never admit it to her – pft Princess.

Looking back towards Chevu, I waved off the comment from Kaili then took a sip of my juice. “Mmm, I doubt Starchaser would mind, just call it training or something. I’m a good pilot and fun to hang out with.” Remembering she mentioned sitting on my lap after I said it. I flexed my free hand and grinned, “I work out so don’t worry about sitting on my lap. I’m pretty strong.”

[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

"OH karen you looked suitable before don't let the times try and remove the sophistication of an independent woman from you, if you want your hair blue, dye it blue" Rekha smiled she was all for independence. She was the example of independence and how women could live without a man. Whether by choice or design, course she was here with Remy tonight.

And they were....hmm doing ok.

"Yes Karen come have something with us, we'll drink a bottle of something wonderfully middle of the galaxy and see what contact are to be made at this fancy shindig" Rekha was always vocal, if there was a loud spot in any room she was likely at its center.

[member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Remy Steele"]

 

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In the Middle
w [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Remy Steele"]

Oh my. Two invitations? Well, we just can't say no then, can we.

"Goodness you two. I would be flattered to join you. And by all means, kick me away when you demand the privacy. Hehe. I hate to spoil a surprise."

She pulled up the bar and quickly made a drink order. Speed being rather important to her request. After all? If she left it to chance then poor Rekha would probably order a whole bottle of something gloriously strong. Oh dear. Do you know what drinking a whole bottle between Corellians does to your evening? Karen sure did. Ha. And she wasn't about to fly back to her new soldiers with frazzled hair and taxi face again.

"Vodka tonic with lime, barmaster. Stirred well. Perfect. Thank you."

A small round glass of clear liquid graced her hands. Karen would drink socially and carefully tonight. Well. Can't get too loose with Remy around. He might start twirling that mustache of his. And we all know what that means. Naughty boy.

Roberts jumped right in,

"So? Galactic Alliance huh? ...Flashy. Very flashy. And it looks like all my quiet smuggler missions are quickly be replaced with air raids and field skirmishes. Hehe. Not that I'm complaining. But surely you two must be felling the change something dramatic? Have these tiny Sullustian's tricked either of you two into signing up for the Army yet? Hehe. I'd wager they've at least tried, yes?"

 

[Kaili Talith]

It was kind of typical of boys, wasn’t it? Kaili stood next to both parties involved as the overwhelming sensation of turning into the third wheel on the bicycle. But something was weird. The more time Kaili spent around Liam the more she could notice that he seemed a bit... Absent-minded. Well, you know, more than usual that is. She stood on her toes to look over at the blonde in the dress and then Liam.

Still didn’t matter.

“Cap-Coren?” Kaili chimed up. “He was pretty relaxed during the diving courses I undertook before. Just mention ships and having fun and you should be good to go.”

“... Probably.”

A second back and forth look had Kaili more curious about the stranger in the dress.

“Seriously though, Liam. Who is the woman in the dress?” Kaili indiscreetly extended her neck to get a better view. “She’s pretty.”

[member="Liam Quez"] // [member="Chevu Visz"] // [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Fortunately, I'm too old to be recruited for active duty."

Remy smirked and winked at Rekha. He was the one staying home while she did what she wanted, and most of the time he was at the bar. This thing was [member="Rekha Kaarde"] was interesting. He'd managed to stay away from other gals too. Well, Rekha had made it easy. She was with him constantly. They were at his place or her place, and well, it was good Remy was still trying to figure it all out though. What was it they were after with this? Were they something long term? Good thing they were giving it time to figure things out. At least the sex was good. Though, Remy really did like her for more than the bedroom.

"So ladies, who is who around here? I make it a point to know who I'm doing business with."

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Seeing as Rook's conversation with [member="Marcus Foster"] had faded to black, (scandalous, I know) Rook gave everyone a hearty farewell, wished those trying to start some of those sweet romance sub-plots his best, made like a skeleton, and doot-dooted on outta there.

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2ivqtvLh50

 

[Aran Finn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Alric Kuhn"]

"Well ... the one thing I can offer you both is myself." The bearded man grinned. "Name one person, one time. I'll take care of the rest."

His meaning was implied, and obviously understood. So he took a seat at the bar as a crowd gathered, taking a full shot glass into his hands and eyeing Danger down. Eyes flicked briefly to her Tetan partner, eyebrows rose in amusement, then back to Danger with a hint of challenge. His fingers caressed the glass ... man, Laura was going to kill him for this.

"Cheers." A salute with the glass, and then Na'Varro tipped it down the hatch.

1.

It was stiff liquor, but Na'Varro's bearded visage didn't even flinch. Kicking goals already.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Alric Kuhn"]

Roll(1d6)+0:
2,+0
Total:2

Game on.

With a crooked grin, the drinking competition would begin. The former Lord of the Fringe took the shot back without even a grimace. Well, at least he could take it like a man, Danger would muse. Ahh, but this was her territory. There ain't no business meeting that the woman didn't drink a glass of whiskey. Granted, she didn't normally go for shot after shot.

None the less, she was not to be cowed. Her fingers went curling round the first shot glass, and with a slight incline of a toast, brought it to her lips. Kicking it back, the first fiery trail would wash down her gullet, burning a warm path.

The pink tip of her tongue went darting around to take the lingering bead. With a devilish smirk and all pomp and circumstance, she flipped the shot glass and set it upside down.

First round was done.

 

[Aran Finn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Alric Kuhn"]

Miss Arceneau put the shot away with all the class and show she could muster. Alen was impressed, especially as she chased the last bit of alcohol ... that was either very impressive, very sexy or very disturbing. He wasn't drunk yet, but still, he couldn't decide between the three.

Not one to lose momentum, Alen took another shot glass loosely with his fingers and prepared to drain it, keeping up the tempo of their little game. And down the hatch it went, burning all the way down his throat to his stomach where it lay, smouldering away like cooling lava.

2 (Overall = 3)

No worries, m8.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Sitting cozy with [member="Remy Steele"] and [member="Karen Roberts"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha ordered a glass of ale, she was in a hoppy kind of mood now, she looked at the hard stuff that Karen was drinking, and of course Remy with his usual.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“As long as I get to fly I’m there” Rekha took a drink, “Flash or no flash” She winked back at Remy, “You’re never too old hon, never”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She inched and turned to look at the room, “I only know those from the Underground, the Galactic Alliance just well you know it’s big” Rekha leaned slightly looking, “I bet we can figure out who the players are”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She smiled.[/SIZE]

 

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Name Dropper
w [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Remy Steele"]

Karen smiled and likewise turned to face the audience. Oh boy. Naming names would take awhile. There were quite few go-getters in attendance and Roberts could probably chat them up for awhile. So, to be discrete she decided to just start with one. The Hostess. Alen Na'varro.

"Well. Let's see. Today's host is a one, Alen Na'varro. That's him right there talking with Danger Arcenaeu. The head of ATC. ...Mm. Now. Last I met Master Na'varro he was a warlord living out in Fringe Space. A mage. By the way. His powers being strongly centered around his own personal feelings and ambitions. It's... Something the Jedi can sense and, well, something most would find distasteful. That said? Very effective magicks to throw around on a battlefield. Mm."

She scratched her chin and thought about that a moment. Maybe Remy and Rekha weren't comfortable around mages? If so. She sorta wished she could take that comment back. After all. When speaking casually it is best not to remind your friends that Space Magic surrounded them in abundance. It was... Distasteful.

"Ahem. Anyway. It remains to be seen what he will accomplish here on Sullust. Given the show of wealth and ambiance? I expect him to jockey for position in the organization sooner, rather than later. ...Keep on eye on that one, yes? Hehe."

Karen waved the comment away with a giggle. Planting spies in Na'varros circles? Yum. If only.