Public Imperial Thanksgiving

[Rex Valhoun]

Rex's P.O.V.
Thanksgiving
The Elysium Imperial Embassy, Mnemosyne​

It was a day of reflection and gratitude in The Elysium Empire, and in a nation with so many with so much to be thankful for, there was no holding back. Both in The Home Fleet, and on The Elysium Embassy on Mnemosyne, grand feasts were being held, and everyone of importance was being invited. The King, Loreena, The Mercenary Var-Sulis, The Scientist Aldrich Maximillian, and The Admiral Keatoch were all expected to be present at some point. Some individuals were invited, but their attendance was uncertain. These people included The Grand Shepherd Burtch , Mercenary-Gneral Credit Wizard , The Geonosian Cruk Tuk ,and some the Dobsons (Though The Dobsons were likely off plotting while everyone else enjoys a day off.)

Rex was standing just outside The Elysium embassy on Mnemosyne, ready to greet any guests that decided to show up. So far a few of the important ones had come along, but there were still many who were yet to appear. He was anxious. Not to eat, though he was looking forward to testing the hundreds of different meals prepared by the refugee chefs. He was anxious to meet so many important individuals. It was far from his first time meeting a general, Viceroy, or prime minister, but never had he met multiple in one room like this. It was a rare opportunity to make some new allies and maybe he'd get a chance to end some hostilities his father had made with his rhetoric and shotless "wars". He couldn't fix every problem his father had created of course, especially since he was still only the heir. But he would certainly try for the sake of The Empire.

Of course today wasn't all fun, games, and diplomacy. The problems that were to be avoided were always in the back of The young heir's mind. First he'd need to make sure any Dobsons that may show up, end up isolated from the others. They were too prone to cause trouble and at best stain the Empire's reputation, and at worst create a diplomatic crisis. Fortunately they were expected to be having their own "feast".

Secondly, Rex needed to make sure that Veinstein's subject "Red" stayed away from Loreena. She could haul off and hit him again, and create a repeat of the well-known "Sluis-van incident".

Thirdly he'd need to keep an eye on anyone from other nations. They could be spies, or they could be enemies with other guests, and order needed to be maintained.

Heath Valhoun's P.O.V.
The Utopia
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Heath sat in his chambers on The Utopia, staring at a mirror. He had been here for the past thirty minutes. He was thinking, reflecting on everything he had accomplished, and preparing himself for the toast he would be giving later today. Chefs from every corner of the galaxy had been hard at work all day making their meals. It would be quite impressive to citizens of other nations who probably had never had some of the meals being prepared today. The reason for this was the amount of refugees in The Elysium Empire. From Chiss who fled their home before its' destruction by The Brotherhood of The Maw, to Mandalorians hoping to start a new life away from their ruined home planet, The Empire had almost tripled its' population from just six months ago, almost entirely from refugees. Of course this had its' problems, but for a growing Empire the pros far outweigh the cons.

Heath took a deep breath, downed a shot of whiskey with some relaxing medicine in the mix, and rose to his feet. He would try his best to enjoy the day, but his duties would make that a tall order. He had to keep an eye on things, avoid assassins, watch out for Dobsons, meet as many guests as he could, give a speech followed by a toast, and try to have a good time. He wasn't sure if the mercenary Var-Sulis would be here, or at the other feast on Mnemosyne. He hoped the man would be here...not because he needed help or protection, but because he had one more thing to do today. The King walked out the door, pocketing a little blue vial as he did. The vial was the cure to Var-Sulis' disease. This was the payment that kept the man loyal to The Empire. Before it was just the promise that a cure would be made. Now, it would be a promise fulfilled.​

 

[Credit Wizard]

IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE

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IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE
TAGS: Rex Valhoun Grand Shepherd Burtch Cruk Tuk
LOCATION: The Elysium Embassy on Mnemosyne
RELEVANT LINKS: Monkrove Irs'Valachie Moldova
OUTFIT FOR EVENT: Robes


The Clanking Noises of Hooves would be heard right outside of the embassy, as the Royal Carriage pulled up to the embassy pulled by a team of andronius war boars. The Carriage would proceed to stop a good enough distance away from the embassy itself, as one of the Household Guardsman would climb down from the carriage and open up the door, letting the Mercenary-General and Lord Kreigsmeiser out from the vehicle. Monkrove would descend down from the carriage stairs, wearing his best set of robes that were handcrafted for their protection and for occasions such as this. Moving around the carriage towards the entrance to the embassy itself. He noted down the architecture of the building for inspiration for his own palace design on the new world that the people from spindle Vi exodus too. Walking towards the entrance itself, Monkrove would appear to the heir of the Elysium Empire who had invited him to this Imperial Thanksgiving at the Elysium Imperial Embassy on the world of Mnemosyne accompanied by the Household Guardsman of Moldova by his side. To any observers who were looking in his direction, the General would be obese at 350 pounds but packed with immense muscles as well being a warrior-general for his world, his height would be 6'2 and his most noticeable feature would be his long white beard and white hair that draped his robes with elegance. His face would be wrinkled, but show a grandfatherly look to him.

Bowing his head a little in respect to the heir of the empire, he would speak in a polite tone. "Greetings to you, Heir to the Elysium Empire. Rex Valhoun. As you know, I am Mercenary-General Monkrove Irs'Valachie Moldova, Official Representative of Spindle VI, Lord Kreigsmeister of Vorskathae IX, Patriarch of the House of Moldova. I do thank you for the invitation to the Imperial Thanksgiving and look forward to enjoying the amazing food that is going to be prepared." Monkrove stated to him, before looking towards the entrance hall and figured that it would be best for him to mingle with the rest of the delegations that have arrived at the event. So he would cut this conversation short and entertain himself with the other people at the event. "Pardon me for leaving so soon after greeting each other, Heir to the Elysium Empire. But I would like to introduce myself to the other delegations that have arrived at this glorious celebration." Monkrove said to him, bowing his head once again and making his way inside the embassy to mingle with the other guest present. Walking inside and taking a seat at one of the tables, with his Household Guardman of Moldova right by his side as his security. Taking a beverage from a passing server and waiting for the official event to begin, as he would begin talking with another representative at the table from another planet within the galaxy that had also been invited.

 

[Holly Starstorm]

Location: The Elysium Imperial Embassy, Mnemosyne
Objective: Learn more about Dobson family and interview Royal family
Wearing: Blue Dress
Tags: Open

Holly entered the room and glanced around uncomfortably. Ever since her altercation with Severus Dobson, she had been digging into politics of The Elysium Empire. There was a lot more here than met the eye and if she was lucky she might get to speak to a member of the royal family about plots to overthrown the throne. It would make for a very good piece of journalism and might win her a coveted media award to boot.

Even if that did not happen there would still be food and interesting people to talk to so Holly felt she could have a pleasant time no matter the outcome. That is if any other Dobson's didn't cause trouble. From what she had learned about the family they all had some tempers.

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Mnemosyne was hers, along with her twin brother's. The two were the rulers of the planet left in secret by their late parents. The government led the planet however, while the two monarchs were there in case of crisis. And with Lori's arranged marriage to Rex Valhoun , it made perfect sense that an Embassy for the Elysium Empire be created. And here it was; the perfect venue for a feast of thanksgiving.

Lori wore a white gown with purple flowers in her hair. She walked into the Embassy with a practiced smile on her face. No doubt the Dobsons would be in attendance. That in and of itself would surely cause some trouble. Lori vowed to herself that she'd not be the one to cause it, however, and keep her fists to herself. Yet also she had to put on a show for everyone and portray herself and Rex as happy newlyweds. Would there be public displays of affection? Possibly. That would be a first for them.

She spotted Holly Starstorm in a lovely blue dress and gave her a small smile before her gaze fell upon Credit Wizard . He looked almost akin to Heath Valhoun , the two sharing the same kind of aura about them. Lori bowed her head to him if she caught his eye too.

 

[Credit Wizard]

IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE

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IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE
TAGS: Rex Valhoun Grand Shepherd Burtch Cruk Tuk Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Holly Starstorm
LOCATION: The Elysium Embassy on Mnemosyne
RELEVANT LINKS: Monkrove Irs'Valachie Moldova
OUTFIT FOR EVENT: Robes

Monkrove would get up from the table that he was currently at. Bowing his head in respect to the other representative at the table and moving away to refill his beverage from a nearby table. Spotting both the Holonet News Reporter Holly Starstorm in a stunning blue dress and a new person who had just arrived. He observed the women for a few minutes and noticed that the women was wearing a white gown with purple flowers within her hair. She looked important enough for him to make conversation with. So, refilling his glass he would proceed to make his way over to her once she bowed her head towards him. Standing near her now, Monkrove would proceed to speak. "Greetings, My Lady. I am Monkrove Irs'Valachie Moldova, Representative of the Industrial World of Spindle VI. If I can be so bold, what brings you to this event?" Monkrove asked her, it might seem weird for him to ask a lady about her intentions. But his main objective at this time was too establish connections with various people at the event. He waited for her to answer him, with his Household Guardsman of Moldova by his side.

While waiting for her answer, Monkrove would take a few sips from his glass of wine and brush his long white beard filled with ornamental things that screamed royalty. Monkrove quietly observed the crowd around at the event, peering over to the infamous holonet news reporter and giving her a polite nod. Making a mental note of who to talk too would be important for later, as well as making sure that his life wouldn't be in danger. Although the fact that doing such evil deeds at an embassy was a crime no less, he didn't expect the current situation of the empire to make this event as tight as possible with regards to security as a whole. Focusing back on the women in front of him, after making mental notes within his head. He simply paid attention to her fully once she would proceed to respond to him.

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Credit Wizard was quick to spot Lori looking at him. At least she remembered to bow her head. She had seen her mother do it countless of times and it appeared in this instance to work in her favour.

"Greetings, M'Lord. I am Loreena Arenais-Valhoun, Queen of Mnemosyne, wife to the heir of the Elysium Empire, and CEO of MandalArms. It's quite the mouthful of titles, I assure you. But welcome to Mnemosyne. I'm glad that you could make it. I'm sure that we could accomplish a few objectives over dinner. The chefs have really outdone themselves today."

The smell of the foods was almost to die for and she couldn't wait to dig in.

And oddly enough she felt a little more relaxed talking to the man in front of her than she did her own husband. But arranged marriages were like that. She was certain of it.

Rex Valhoun Holly Starstorm

 

[Rex Valhoun]

Rex's P.O.V.
Thanksgiving
The Elysium Imperial Embassy, Mnemosyne​

Rex hardly had time to greet The Mercenary-General with a simple "Welcome, we're pleased to have you!" before the man rushed off. 'He must have been hungry' Rex thought to himself as he watched the man walk off. He couldn't help but feel a bit unworthy of having such a guest around. The man seemed to radiate with leadership and influence, and while Rex was roughly the same height, he was clearly younger, and he had underdressed in hopes of this event being a casual gettogether rather than a formal meeting.

The Mercenary-General was perhaps the most influential guest to show up so far, though a popular reporter named Holly Starstorm had joined, which was certainly a good thing. Publicity was important. If the galaxy, even if it were only a small portion of it, were to see members of The Empire gathered in Thanksgiving, enjoying a feast together, it would give The Empire legitimacy and publicity. At the least, it was a better look than Declaring war on half the galaxy in a speech. Indeed, it was good that he was on Mnemosyne with his wife Loreena Arenais-Valhoun while his father was remaining in The Fleet...it would allow him to show a different side of The Empire, one that didn't declare war on everyone. One that didn't arrest Arken Dobson for a fight started by Loreena. A side that was competent, and realistic.

Heath Valhoun's P.O.V.
The Utopia
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The King walked into the kitchens of The Utopia, where the chefs were hard at work still. The variety of meals was shocking. Closest to him, a human female was cooking up some kind of meat with several seasonings on it. Immediately to his right he saw a man mixing a gallon of some kind of black liquid. His meal would be interesting, certainly. On the other end of the room a wookie was arguing with a Chiss woman resembling Thaliias over some kind of dessert item. He even saw Chef Drayle of The HMS Shi-Cho. Heath couldn't help but grin. This was his Empire. Wookies, Chiss, Humans, all working together to create a meal, which they would share. Just seeing this scene strengthened his resolve. If an Empire without territory could unite so many then what could they do with territory like The Galactic Alliance?

The King exited the kitchen, giving the crew their space. The smell lasted for a long portion of the hall leading to the dining room, but finally faded, and was replaced by noise. The noise of course was the crowd gathering in the dining room. Their banter was overwhelming as hundreds of conversations took place in the massive room. It was normally a hangar bay but Heath had sent the ships to Mnemosyne to escort Rex and Loreena on their journey. Then he some individuals set up tables. There were round tables, square tables, long rectangular tables like those of a mess hall, and even desk-like tables with trays that extended from below the top. Hundreds of individuals were gathered here. These were the citizens of The Elysium Empire. While The Mnemosyne Embassy would feed a number of people, it was for nobles and foreigners. Here, the people who lived their lives in The Fleet were gathered.

He couldn't help but dread giving the toast later. He was a fine speaker, but this crowd was massive, he couldn't please everyone. But the one man he was looking for was Var-Sulis . He needed to deliver the cure, plus it'd be nice to have some security around...​

 

[Credit Wizard]

IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE

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IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE
TAGS: Rex Valhoun Grand Shepherd Burtch Cruk Tuk Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Holly Starstorm
LOCATION: The Elysium Embassy on Mnemosyne
RELEVANT LINKS: Monkrove Irs'Valachie Moldova
OUTFIT FOR EVENT: Robes

Monkrove would turn his attention towards, the now announced Loreena Arenais-Valhoun to whom he was speaking too. He took an interest in the fact that she was the Queen of this planet and the consort to the heir of the Elysium Empire. Proceeding to listen to her, until she got done speaking and he promptly responded. "Well, Your Grace of Mnemosyne. I thank you for your welcoming committee and for inviting me to this wonderous event. Forgive me for my ignorance on the subject as my world is far away from galactic affairs, but I am not familiar with such a company called MandalArms. Perhaps you can explain it over the dinner as you suggested. Trade Alliances are important to keep both of our populaces happy at this current time. I will certainly look forward to eating the food that the chefs have prepared with no doubt 100% precision. Until then, your grace. I will be taking my seat as my 82 year old body is shaky at this stage in my life. If you wish to carry on the conversation, please join me at my table" Monkrove said to her, smiling to her in a gentle grandfatherly manner towards the Queen of Mnemosyne. Bowing his head in respect to her, he would proceed to make his withdraw back to his seat and rest his old bones upon the seat itself. He quickly observed around for a minute, looking to see if anyone else of interest would speak to him. Sniffing the air occasionally due to the overpowering smell of the food.

Monkrove would wave a passing servant down with his hand, ordering himself a class of wine and setting it down upon the table. It would be interesting to see who else would show up on the guest list at this event. As the lady had explained, the food was prepared with service and taste in mind and monkrove couldn't wait to begin. Although not that he recalled it, he was a bit rude to the heir to the empire at the front of the house. But he would apologize would due haste once the heir would sit down and the feast would begin as to not be perceived as an insult towards the Elysium Empire. He wanted to avoid any intergalactic issues with another faction that was certainly more powerful than his own world at this time. While he would wait for the Wife of the Heir to either sit down or engage in conversation with him, explaining what mandalarms was.

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori smiled as Credit Wizard exused himself, bowing her head in return. Of course she had every intention of joining him, but first she spoke with one of the staff to help her select the tastiest of the foods to eat. Her time on Mnemosyne had been relatively short and so she wasn't acutely familiar with their cuisine.

Once her pickings were settled, she joined the elder Lord at the table with staff placing her plate of food and glass of tiharr. Lori wasn't used to wine. Her teenage and adult years had been with Mandalorians when she wasn't alone.

"Don't worry about being away from Galactic affairs. I'm not involved with them either. I've always been kept out of it for my own health and safety." She took a sip of her drink after holding the glass in the air for a moment in a silent salute to her fallen vod. "MandalArms is a shipbuilding and weapons company created by a Mandalorian General named Kaine Australis. He was my mentor and family. And when him and his kin were killed by the Sith, MandalArms had been entrusted to me in his will. I've worked hard to keep the business going and to ensure it's growth. Much of the proceeds go towards rebuilding Mandalore after the planet was decimated by wars."

She took a bite of the meat, being careful to have the best manners possible. "What's your corner of the Galaxy like?"

 

[Credit Wizard]

IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE

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IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE
TAGS: Rex Valhoun Grand Shepherd Burtch Cruk Tuk Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Holly Starstorm
LOCATION: The Elysium Embassy on Mnemosyne
RELEVANT LINKS: Monkrove Irs'Valachie Moldova
OUTFIT FOR EVENT: Robes

Monkrove had ordered his own plate of food from a passing servant, being two large steaks and thirty-four chicken legs. Along with a side of ale to keep him in good spirits. Watching as the Consort to the Heir of the Elysium Empire would join him at the table. Watching her take a seat, as he began to dine and drink while she spoke in a respectful manner of course. He listened and understood that MandalArms was something that was to be treasured, as a weapons company but also as a charitable organization within his mind that would help support a planet that had been devastated by wars and regional conflicts. He would have to offer something as that was only natural. So he responded to her words, once she got done speaking. "It is honorable for the MandalArms Company to use its profits to help rebuild a planet. And I have no doubt that it will be a successful company for eons to come, my friend. There must be something that I can do for you, to help the cause." He said, thinking it over before proceeding. Digging into his robes a bit and pulling out a check and setting it on the table. "This is a check for you, it is only about 100,000 credits which I had planned on using for a vacation. But it is going towards a better cause at this time. I will not take no, for an answer. So please take the check and use it wisely." He said, writing his name on the check and stamping his official house seal on it to make it creditable when they went to exchange it at a bank. Monkrove would take a sip of his glass of ale, as the fizzle would run down his beard a bit. Before responding to her question.

"Well, my corner of the galaxy is free of any major conflicts at this time. The Galactic Powers have not made much attempt to take over the area as of late. Mostly due to independent factions, such has having many pirate strongholds within the region or just due to the long cost of fuel. My world of Spindle VI has been growing mostly with trade of arms through the Merchant Alliance of Spindle VI, much like MandalArms and the profits from that will be handed over to the government and then divided down to the citizens. We have recently engaged in talks with the High Imperator of Vandemar to establish trade relations and the Galactic Bureau of Astrology & Astrogation to set up an observatory on the word to attract more tourist to our world as a whole." Monkrove said, giving a brief summary, as to not bore his companion sitting by him. He would take a chicken leg and devour it without even taking the bones out of it. Proving his iron stomach to the lady next to himself. He decided to ask her another question, and proceeded to do so. "Well, Your Grace. How is the Elysium Empire doing of late. By the appearance of this world, which you happen to be the queen off. I would guess that the empire is doing fine and is without conflict. Although, please correct me if I am wrong." He said, waiting for her to respond to his earlier statement and now his question. Sipping on his class of ale, and ordering another one from a passing servant within the embassy.

 

[Var-Sulis]

The Utopia

Aboard the Utopia....I gathered some belongings in my quarters. Leaving behind most of my gadgetry and other "toys" as I called them, I knew it was time to switch my way of thinking..Temporarily..There would be a feast occurring if it already hasn't started and the only thing i needed was one small Ec-17 handheld. As I stood up adjusting the dark purple vest that rest comfortably over my white long-sleeved shirt, I was impressed as I turned and looked in the mirror. Winking to the man that stared back at me and making a simple "tch" that would escape my lips, I was ready to mingle. No matter where I go I will be the best that I can be. Apparel is a must. In my profession, So is the skill to back up the look if need be. Now then..As I exhaled and turned from the mirror and grabbed hold of my auto lockbox and pressed the middle button that would scan my fingerprint quickly before sliding open. Taking a few creds to get me through the evening if need be, I was ready to go. (Where is the King?) I thought to myself while placing the box back down near a side table. (Oh..That's right..Dining hall by now..I'm sure) I said to myself as I would exit. Heading down the hallway, distinct chatter would grow louder as the setting was unfolding before me. Entering the large room where many were gathered my eyes scanned the room looking for the King Heath Valhoun , which I can safely say I regard as an ally now. Maybe even a friend in a weird way. He had what I needed as a cough that I tried to hide escaped my mouth would remind me. I'm tired of being sick and relying on enhancements that I knew were outdated. Time to take it to the next level.

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[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori bowed her head in thanks as Credit Wizard complimented MandalArms and it's work. She was proud of it's products and ships, as well as it's efforts to rebuild Mandalore. It would take years, but she was certain that it could be done.

She sipped her tihaar, only to nearly choke on it as the man brought out a hefty cheque. "Oh but..." Monkrove went on to say that he wouldn't take no for an answer. Lori recognized that kind of stubborness, for she had it herself. After a moment she gingerly took the cheque and slipped it into a hidden pocket within the folds of her gown. "Thank you. This will help pay for the terraforming efforts. Your generosity will be well noted."

Lori ate a little more as Monkrove told her about Spindle VI. It sounded lovely with being untouched by the major powers in the Galaxy. There was much to benefit in that. There was less costly wars in being left alone, and less planets in need of repair. And that was far better than anything else.

An eyebrow was raised as Monkrove devoured the bird's leg bone and all. He must have very strong teeth, she thought, not to mention his stomach. It made her wonder if everyone from Spindle VI was like that.

"Mnemosyne does not belong to Elysium. It falls within Silver Jedi territory for the moment. Elysium has no territory other than it's fleet which houses refugees and soldiers, scientists and doctors. We'll find a place to call home soon, I'm sure. And it won't be through some hostile takeover either.". She had another sip of her drink. "Do you need any help against the pirates?"

Rex Valhoun Holly Starstorm Var-Sulis

 

[Credit Wizard]

IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE

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IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE
TAGS: Rex Valhoun Grand Shepherd Burtch Cruk Tuk Var-Sulis Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Holly Starstorm
LOCATION: The Elysium Embassy on Mnemosyne
RELEVANT LINKS: Monkrove Irs'Valachie Moldova
OUTFIT FOR EVENT: Robes

Monkrove smiled as she took the check without issue, helping planets is what nobility should do in his opinion. Responding to her statement, about his generosity. "It is nothing special, My Lady. Being generous to planets is the noble way of doing things." He said in response, sipping on his new glass of ale that was delivered to his table. Picking up several more chicken legs and devouring them whole. Whipping his mouth with his napkin to not appear like slob in front of the Queen of Mnemosyne. He listned with great interest, when she spoke about how her planet was within the sphere of the Silver Jedi Concord. Monkrove had heard of the jedi as they were the peacekeepers of the galaxy, but trusting force users in this galaxy would take much time to do such. Something caught his attention, about when she spoke about finding a suitable planet for them to call home. An idea popped into his head, and he would voice it to her. "If the Elysium Empire, indeed has no territory and is a mobile empire through its fleets. Then I believe that offering my system to be your world is the right course of action as a safe haven for you away from the other major galactic powers. Although I mean no disrespect to the empire in the slightest with my comment, if you take offense to my words. We have two gas giants located within our system which could provide fuel and other resources to the empire as a whole." He said in a respectful manner to her, his words would be polite and without greed intent like most would have at this golden opportunity. While she would think about it no doubt within her own head, he would sip on his cup of ale and await her response.

Monkrove would lower the glass, when she asked about the pirates within his region. Figuring that he could kill two birds with one stone, he would request their aid. Although the Spindle VI Security Fleet could handle pirates and the like from invading their region to take its resources. A considerable pirate fleet has been amassing within an asteroid field. So he spoke once again, to her in a polite manner of course. "The regular pirates we can handle without trouble. However a larger pirate guild is amassing a fleet to attack my homeworld. Unfortunately for me, my ships don't have the necessary hyperdrives or the firepower to penetrate their defenses. They have two locations, one within a dense asteroid field and another on a world located within my region. If the empire could assist in expelling them from the region, then I would be most grateful." Monkrove explained to her, leaning back on his chair. He knew that it was a gamble to risk the security of his world on another faction, but he didn't have that much of a choice in these situations. He looked around the hall for a minute, before focusing his attention back to the Queen in front of himself. He waited for her to respond to either of his statements.

 

[Rex Valhoun]

Rex's P.O.V.
Thanksgiving
The Elysium Imperial Embassy, Mnemosyne​

Rex waited a bit more, but the flow of guests had slowed. He took a few more minutes, formulating a plan. He wanted to speak to the mercenary general, but he also needed to speak with the reporter, Holly Starstorm at some point. He also wanted to be there for Loreena in case she was stressed with so many important people around. It'd be tough, but he resolved that he would meet with all three individuals, even if only for a few minutes each.

He looked ahead, making sure there were no last-second guests, then turned around and walked into the embassy. There was an impressive collection of people. The young heir was surprised that an Empire with no territory was able to reach so many important people. He scanned the room and immediately found the Mercenary General speaking with Loreena. Perfect! The two were together, he could knock out two birds with one stone...speaking with Credit Wizard , and supporting Lori at the same time.

He smiled and walked toward the duo, taking a seat next to Loreena.

"Mercenary General Monkrove Moldova, a pleasure to meet you formally, and my apologies for not being able to come with you when you first arrived. Are you enjoying the meal?"

Heath Valhoun's P.O.V.
The Utopia
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Heath continued looking around, searching for Var-Sulis in the crowd. But his efforts were meaningless. It seemed that if he were to find the man, it'd be the man finding him. Heath sighed, disappointed that he had spent the past ten minutes searching two extremely populated rooms to no avail. But he couldn't search forever. He had work to do. He began walking through the temporary dining hall, towards the table reserved for himself, and some VIPs.

As he made his way through the room, people began to notice him. Within a minute he found himself being cheered by the entire room. He smiled, shook as many hands and gave as many hugs as he could, before finally giving up and heading straight toward his table. It amazed him how much these people loved him. He understood it, but felt that he did not deserve it. Sure, he was the leader of an Empire...which was just a fleet and initially was made of just Imperial Descendants and a militia group...but he had not directly helped these people. They could have gone anywhere after escaping The Bryn, or The Brotherhood, or whatever conflict they were fleeing.

Perhaps it was the no-tax policy. Everyone in The Empire was free of taxes, and would remain so until The Empire settled down on a planet or two. But other places had tax breaks for refugees, immigrants, and impoverished people. Perhaps it was his promise to unite the galaxy. But so far that was an impossible task....they simply didn't have the allies nor the resources to go head to head with the enemies he had created.

He didn't know why they loved him. He did not deserve it, even his son probably thought by now that his reign was a failure. He had so many regrets, and so many things he could not fix. But still, so many gathered here on a day of thanks...and thanked him. ​

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Credit Wizard wasn't finished with his generosity this night. For not only did he give her plenty of credits for Mandalore, but now he offered a home to the Elysium Empire as well?

"My Lord that is...a very generous offer and one that I will certainly bring to the attention of my husband and father-in-law. It is their Empire that they nurtured. I had merely been married into it. But I will certainly bring it up to them." No doubt if she was to agree to it right away without the consent of Rex Valhoun or Heath Valhoun , then both Severus Dobson and Arken Dobson would use it against her and take it as though she was staging a coup. And she wasn't about to let that happen.

And just like that her husband had appeared, taking a seat next to her and addressing Monkrove. She remembered her promise to Heath in regards to giving the appearance of her marriage being normal, and so she gave a polite smile and bow of her head to Rex. "So glad that you could join us. Lord Monkrove has requested that the Elysium Fleets help him with a pirate problem. And he has also offered our Empire a place to call home. I'm sure that Father would love to hear of these things. Don't you?""

Holly Starstorm Var-Sulis

 

[Credit Wizard]

IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE

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IMPERIAL THANKSGIVING ON MNEMOSYNE
TAGS: Rex Valhoun Grand Shepherd Burtch Cruk Tuk Holly Starstorm Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Var-Sulis
LOCATION: The Elysium Embassy on Mnemosyne
RELEVANT LINKS: Monkrove Irs'Valachie Moldova
OUTFIT FOR EVENT: Robes

Monkrove would wait for her to respond, and once she did. He promptly responded back in due fashion. "I'm sure that they will be surprised by the offer, Your Grace. However helping out other people is the noble thing to do like I have already said. Besides, helping each other can benefit us in the future if we need mutual assistance." He said in response, digging into the 38 chicken legs in front of himself, devouring them one after the other in a polite manner. Waiting for her to respond to his statements, in the meantime he would carry on eating his meal and drinking his fizzy ale.


Monkrove had devoured the rest of his 38 chicken legs in a few small bites. Turning his attention to the two stakes in front of himself. and beginning to cut them with his utensils. He peered over for just a minute, as the Heir to the Empire would be walking over to the both of them, taking a seat next to his consort. Monkrove bowed his head a little in respect to the heir, as he listened to him speak about formalities and the like. He waited for him to get done before responding. "A Former Mercenary-General, Your Grace. I have retired from the life of mercenary work and have lended my support over to the Galactic Bureau of Astrology & Astrogation which primarily handle hyperspace navigation and finding alternative routes for starships to avoid warzones . You have no need to apologize, you are a busy man and there are far more important guest than myself attending this event. I am in indeed, enjoying the meal that is being provided." Monkrove said in response, putting down his fork and cleaning his mouth with his napkin. Turning his attention to the both of them, pulling out a holomap from his royal robes and putting it on the table in the meantime. "If you would like to know the specifics of the pirate guild, then I would be happy to explain in detail." Monkrove said, as he waited for the heir of the empire to respond or the consort of the heir to respond to his previous statements. Leaning back within his chair and brushing his long beard.

 

[Var-Sulis]

As I entered the room to the thundering sounds of applause and merry spirits it gave the notion that the King was close by. So many people, from different walks of life. All here in admiration to a man that made a tall order of promises still needing to be delivered. At least that would be what I've overheard amongst past chatter. But no matter. I'm not here for the politics..I am here for protection. And my target is now in view. There he is. "Excuse me...Sorry...Pardon..." I uttered as I awkwardly moved amongst the crowd in an unorthodox fashion. Approaching Heath Valhoun I noticed a few eyes lock with mine. No doubt a moment of concern as I'm sure they had no idea who I was. "You keep putting on shows like this...I'll have to consider forming a team!" I spoke loudly with my right hand extended to him. I was relieved..And calm now...Time to let events happen as they may according to the King's will...

Tag: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Rex Valhoun Holly Starstorm Cruk Tuk Credit Wizard

 

[Rex Valhoun]

Rex's P.O.V.
Thanksgiving
The Elysium Imperial Embassy, Mnemosyne​

"Ah! My mistake. Former Mercenary General." Rex bit his cheek. Already he had made the mistake of calling Monkrove the wrong title. "That sounds like a very noble cause, too often civilians get caught in the crossfires. I am glad you are enjoying your meal." Rex looked at the man's plate in disbelief. How could one man eat so much? He wouldn't judge, he was certain Monkrove was more than capable in any athletic event, even if he was a hair overweight.

Monkrove then said something about pirates, which left Rex slightly confused. It was clearly something the man was discussing with Loreena before Rex could join them. He considered asking what the man was speaking about, but instead held his tongue and looked to Loreena, hoping she would catch him up with her response. Meanwhile he typed in his order in his datapad. Soon he would be served several exotic foods, including Roasted Porg, sliced Meiloorun Fruit, Cushnip, a pie with several fruits in it, and three drinks: A cup of Blue Milk, A glass of fizzy water, and a glass of aged wine from Naboo. Finally he had a handful of little orange candies, a gift from Rowena Arenais to Rex's father, who apparently really liked the things. Rex looked forward to trying them, he had heard good things about them.

Heath Valhoun's P.O.V.
The Utopia
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""You keep putting on shows like this...I'll have to consider forming a team!"" Called out a familiar voice. Heath looked up from his datapad where he found Var-Sulis approaching. Heath grinned, relieved that he'd now have better security around, and that he would be able to give the cure to him and mark one thing off his to-do list.

"Var-Sulis, my friend. How are you doing? Has the fleet treated you well?"

He put his datapad away, and took the cure out of his pocket. After Var-Sulis' response, he'd put the cure on the table and explain how it works. Unless of course, Var-Sulis brought up something important in his response to Heath's greeting that needed to be addressed. ​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

ELSEWHERE
A DISUSED WAREHOUSE
MNEMOSYNE

An impromptu ship-thief crew had taken shape in the warehouse around a handful of speeders, unobtrusive and modded to feth. The speeders, that is. The thieves were both flashy and bog-standard.

"Now remember," Jerec said as he started his swoop bike's engine, "the target is NOT Loreena Arenais-Valhoun , queen of this planet and CEO of MandalSomethingSomething. The target is whatever MandalSomethingSomething ship or yacht or luxury speeder she took to this embassy function. We've got data coming in from a little probe droid in re: what the feth this vehicle actually is. We think it'll be parked just outside the embassy grounds under elite guard." Perhaps uselessly, Jerec adjusted the bandana that disguised the lower half of his face. "Any last-second questions?"

 

[Peyton Steele]

Were credits that scarce, or was it the thrill of the job? Peyton didn't have anyone to really report to any more aside from helping in the Underground and Ossus Initiative. But those were not formal military roles like she was used to. Did she keep tabs on literally anything she could nowadays? Yes, absolutely. That was just good planning.

But there was a thrill in not being beholden to a large government in the open. She wore no rank, and Force knew she wasn't actually a Jedi. She was just her, Peyton Steele, part time gun runner, and information broker. Full time critic of how everyone else did things.

And she was joining ta team, run by a very familiar Ithorian who she thought she knew… But could she? Her long blonde hair up under a black beanie, and a matching black bandana on her face. "We can get that ship flying. But say… just say Queen of MandalSomething is on it… do we space her? Or land and let her go?" A kidnapper she was not.

Jerec Asyr