Intermission | CIS Dominion of Teyr

[Ascendant Muse]

T E Y R​

Not every story is baptized by Fire.

Such was the case of the system dominated by Teyr. Though the Galaxy had erupted into conflict numerous times in recent history, the distant world was relatively untouched by the fires of war. At a glance, the planet would seem to be a boon to any would-be conqueror. It was a temperate world which had grown fat from its numerous, impressive revenue streams. However. It was the very nature of these revenue streams which may have turned away the conquerors in the first place. For, overall, Teyr was a tourist location.

And as a result, all value the world had would plummet if a warmachine moved in. All those credits would run dry in a matter of days. And, for a time, there was not much in the way of tactical value to acquiring the world either. Thus, Teyr enjoyed many seasons of peace and continued prosperity - solely due to the fact that visitors continuously poured in from all over. However, war is indiscriminate. And while the tourist world itself was not occupied or harmed by the adjacent powers, it began to struggle.

Only a few years prior, the majority of its seasonal visitors hailed from the Galactic Alliance. But when the former bastion of light was eradicated, so too was that vital influx of credits. Teyr began to slowly, but surely, spiral into hard times - for the surrounding nations were far more concerned with survival over pleasure cruises. Moreover, the refugee crisis and ever growing conflicts abroad sunk their teeth into peoples' desire to travel. Most would rather stay home and count every precious moment they had with their families than spend a fortune on vacation.

Over time, the pride of Teyr's tourist ventures - atmospheric, luxury cruises - was facing being shut down. This would have been the nail in the coffin which spiraled the world into a bonafide Depression, if not for the timely intervention of the neighboring Confederacy. The Ministry of Finance thoroughly examined the world's plight and performed a bailout of the struggling industry. The negotiations, of course, included that Teyr would therefore enter the Confederacy as a member state - and reap all the benefits which came with it.

Teyr's leadership eagerly accepted and, within a few short months the luxury cruise venture was back in business. In order to celebrate the restoration of their cruise line, the Confederacy's finest was personally invited to partake in the maiden voyage. The White Dove represented a return to normalcy for the people of the Teyr - and also an opportunity for the Confederacy to breathe. With each passing month, it seemed a new battle demanded their sacrifice. And new enemies quickly rose to replace those that had been felled. For one day, it would do so many good to be able to put aside the worries. Even for a moment.

Thus, as the sun began to dip beyond the horizon, the mammoth vessel ascended. Its silvery exterior rose from the waters and into the heavens, affording those aboard a breathtaking view of the day's conclusion. Upon each of the floors, the festivities immediately kicked off! For one day, this would be an Intermission between the Confederacy's tales of battle.

Spoiler: Objectives

Though the din of music can faintly be heard if you try to hear it, the Lido Deck is specifically sealed to provide a quiet place. As a full-fledged observation center, wide viewports formed a dome through which one could witness the clouds and the sunset racing by. Fully stocked, self-service stations lined the southermost wall, whilst attendant droids fluttered about taking orders for light refreshments. Here, the tired soul can find a moment of peace among the skies.​

Cutting loose has always been one of the more attractive factors of a luxury cruise. And the Promenade was born with good vibes and good times in mind. Located in the beating heart of the ship, thunderous bass can be heard as one draws near. Inside, a full-fledged party of swaying bodies upon numerous dance floors await you! Moreover, orbiting the uppermost level of the Promenade deck are a number of jacuzzi units, completely stocked with bubbly beverages and droids on hand to procure more. Drinks are never out of reach - whether one hits the dance floor, the hot tubs, or the fully stocked bar. Here, the party is getting started!​

Who doesn't enjoy taking a few risks in life? For some, quiet isn't the answer. For others, dancing with a drink in hand isn't the way to go. But there are those who appreciate a deck of cards and credits on the line. Whose hearts race whenever they pull the level on the slots. And, like any good luxury liner, The White Dove aims to please. The Parier Deck is a neon-hued center of putting it all on the line. From sabaak tables, to roulette wheels - every game has a place. And every credit has a chance of being doubled...or lost. Are you in?​

Spoiler: Tag

[member=A'Runda]
[member="Adelle Bastiel"]
[member="Akabane"]
[member="Alden Akaran"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Amarant deWinter"]
@Amaya Cardei
[member="Amelia von Sorenn"]
[member="Amethyst Atreides"]
[member="Amethyst Sovereign"]
[member="Anya Malvern"]
[member="Arabella Darkhold"]
[member="Ari Zanareth"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Azmodan"]
[member="Bandit Six"]
[member="Caesar Kenway"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]
[member="Cerria Rene"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Timorem"]
[member="Darth Novus"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Destroyer 2873"]
[member="Dhakarta"]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Drauchir"]
[member="Ecthelion Aiglos"]
[member="Efried Halbrecht"]
[member="Ella Nova"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Evie Miramat"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Gray Venasir"]
[member="Hajrah Marjanah"]
[member="Havoc (CT-375)"]
[member="Holt"]
[member="Ingrid L'lerim"]
[member="Isarn Apis"]
[member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member="Jorco Czeku"]
[member="Jorge"]
[member="Josh Dragonsflame"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
@Kalee Bladesworn
[member="Kaptan Americus"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Keva"]
[member="Kiff Brayde"]
[member="Kingsley"]
[member="Kip Ridel"]
[member="Krest"]
[member="Krystal Estain"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kwelin Orlov"]
[member="Kyber"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Lefwen Claskier"]
[member="Lemongrass"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Mallory Bash"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Maur"]
[member="Mauer"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Orion Trex"]
[member="Osintrium"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Riley Reese"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Samantha Jade"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Shalita Vi'dreya"]
[member="Sola Marr"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Talon Rahl"]
[member="Taramaz Laurs"]
[member="Tex Americus"]
[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]
[member="Thalira Kiing"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Traveler"]
[member="Treiades Rhoujen"]
[member="Valencia Hadley"]
[member="Vanric Dannon"]
[member="Varick Lechner"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="VildarnTentoria"]
[member="Voph"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member="Zhai'ellev"]
[member="Zorok Rane"]

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Observation Deck​

Wearing: This​

Objective: Relax
Tags: None yet...​

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Voph knelt in a quiet corner of the Observation deck, resting upon his heels, hands laid on his knees. The twin lightsabers he kept close at hand were tucked in their holsters along his spine, hidden by the decorative half-cape that hung from his shoulders to his waist. He drew a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Tired...So tired... He was beginning to feel it had been years since he was last able to just...rest. But try as he might, he found no solace in the quiet any more. His mind was always plagued with visions and riddles, concern for his men. His planet. His...people.

Voph wasn't surprised that the true extend of Vylmira's damages were an unknown quantity to the rest of the CIS. But to him... Voph had changed since the skirmish. And yet no one really knew why. He'd never tell them, of course. Aside from the pair of brave Confederate Soldiers that had accompanied him to the surface. Losing one's parents was always a struggle. Even worse to be reunited with those one believed dead, only for them to be ripped away by the cruel irony of fate.

But that was in the past now. Voph had other things to think of. And for now, he was content to sit in silence, meditating on whatever the force might show him. He fully expected to be interrupted, but such was the way of things in public spaces. His new robes, modeled after the visage he took during The War, almost glowed in the fading light of the evening. The black cloth hid armor plating, with hints of gold shining through. An oddly fitting detail he'd always appreciated about the original suit. His hair was pulled back into its usual short pony tail, the white strands appearing a soft glowing silver in the light. His wounds from Kuat had healed, though the one jagged scar still marred his face. But it all came together to form a picture of peace and serenity. One that exuded from the man in waves, filling the whole observation deck with a nearly intoxicating aura of peace and tranquility...

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Dance Floor
Wearing: Dress
Tags: Feel free to join


She was dancing.

The music here, it was different than what it was during the charity ball. It was the type of music to which one could use a partner, but could also dance alone to, and Scherezade was in the middle of the dancefloor, her body moving to the rhythm, her eyes closed, the glow kept tightly in reign behind their lids.

She had wanted to dance for so long. Had wanted to just let go. With the rise stress in her life, her sister now being real, her positions within the Confederacy changed, and many things not improving as she had dared to hope they would, normally, Scherezade would not have used a Confederate party to dance, but in between running herself to death with missions and attempting to show presence nearly anywhere that she could, there was simply no time to go off-world somewhere and find a place where no one knew her.

It had been several songs since she'd jumped on the dancefloor, swatting away the advanced of the two strangers who had dared send hands, the blades of her knives beneath her dress ready to be pulled out in case of need. But there would be no need here.

There was only one thing she wanted now. She wanted to forget. Upon returning, bringing her sister into her own body had been the first priority. After that, dealing with the aftermath of coming clean regarding some of the things she had done had come second. But since then? There was too much time. Too much time for her heart to ache, not enough things on her mind to keep it from running to places it should not have. To anyone watching her, Scherezade looked just fine, yet the cracks that had adorned her exterior had merely moved to the in. Some of them were scabbing over. That was a good thing. But what she wanted now was to forget it all. Forget the cracks, forget the scabs, forget the pain. How had someone phrased it? Moving on.

And so, Scherezade danced.

 

[Chikako Liona]

Location: Observation Deck
Attire: Usual White/Blue outfit
Nearby Peps: [member="Voph"]

To some it was the same, just a simple star lowering below the horizon, casting a red shift effect over the water vapor turned clouds, just mere light doing what it did when the visible spectrum was refracted and distorted before reaching ones eyes. To her, it was something greater, each sunset one each planet was different each planets atmosphere doing their own thing with their slowly retreating sunlight, the forever changing clouds making the streams of rays dance around into all sorts of patterns. Yes, Teyr certainly had a nice sun set, it probably contributed a reasonable amount to their past tourism industry... perhaps it was a good thing the chose to bail the planet out from it's slowly incoming dept, one thing was for certain, she'd be back in the near future.

Though it would seem others chose to use the peaceful room like area for more then just admiring the view, to her site Chikako catching the glimpse of a man meditating, a radiating sense of peace coming from the individual, it was hard to not notice, even someone blind to the force would be able to pick up on it. It was a nice addition to the already tranquil area, but she doubted the man was some sort of employee or addition to the CIS get away, deep down the Echani thinking she had seen this man somewhere before, alas their name eluded memory.

​With an almost silent step the young monarch slowly approached the man, slightly eager to understand the strange person making the observation deck so lovely. At the same time she did not want to disturber the meditation, less lose the calming sense surrounding him, 'hmm, decision decisions'.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

FRIENDS: EVERYONE
LOCATION: PARIER DECK, SABAAK TABLE
WEARING: Ceremonial High Marshal Uniform​

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Sabaac. There was truly no better game to win a ship or gamble away your life's earnings. Full of strategy, drama, tension, and excitement, it was a perfect card game for Kiff Brayde. And for a man like Kiff, one that had a lot of funds to squander and alcoholic beverages coursing through his veins, there was no better pastime.

The sabaac table sat squarely in the middle of the Parier deck, illuminated by the pink and orange neon of the casinos and various slot machines. Beings of every shape, size and race mingled about as the players themselves took their seats at the fancy metallic table. The seats themselves were comfortable, made out of medal and padded with neon-pink cushioning. Everything about the game -- from the new chips to the freshly dealt cards -- smelled like a lot of money had gone into this game. And a lot of money was going to go to whoever won.

"I'll deal this hand," Kiff said with a roguish smile as he shuffled the deck against the table, waiting for the rest of the participants to take their seats.

 

[Haastal Haran]

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Location: Parier {Sabaac Table}​

Tags: [member="Kiff Brayde"]​

Wearing: Haastal Verd's Beskar'gam​

Post: {I}​

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Achilles, or Haastal, had been working closely with Clan Verd for weeks now. Of course, a few weeks meant chit when it came to the subject of paying off a life debt. Honor. It was a stupid concept that Achilles had let himself fall into and now he was paying the price. Still, things weren't all bad. Working with Clan Verd kept the mercenary well employed, so much so he felt as if he had a surplus of credits in his back pocket. When it came time for some R&R there were only two ways the man felt he wanted to spend his credits. Women and the Sabaac table. Back on Balmorra, the mercenary had often left the local defense forces with little left in their pocket. Maybe he could do the same on The White Dove.

He strode around the deck, clad in his shiny new armor that had been bestowed to him. It was a replica, a complete match of the wargear worn by the Mandalorian who had saved his life.

Karking Haastal, should have let him die.

The armor was not as comfortable as his own Archangel-Class Strike armor. It was heavier. Where Achilles had grown accustomed to the phrik plates guarding his vitals, the Beskar chestpiece kept his entire body safe from harm, but at the cost of being a bit heavier than he was used to. His Buy'ce, or whatever the hell they called it, was clipped to the side of his waist for the time being. His brother, [member="Isley Verd"] insisted that he wear the armor for a while, break it in. Achilles was still more than sure it was just the older man having a go at him again, wouldn't be the first time, damn sure not the last. In the middle of the deck was the Sabaac table. It seemed to be a bit larger to accommodate a bigger game, but other than that it was a standard table.

Achilles took a seat, across from the man who had already taken the cards into his hand, [member="Kiff Brayde"]. He gave the man a brief nod before glancing over the table and taking a look at those who were beginning to gravitating towards the table and the credits. As Achilles leaned back into the seat, adjusting his buy'ce, he looked to Kiff with an arched brow. "House rules?" Most casinos and open tables played the galactic standard, but out in the outer rim you never really could tell.

 

[Holt]

TAG: [member="Caesar Kenway"]
LOCATION: Lido Deck
WEARING: Business Suit​

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Intermission. A funny word, one that implied there was a break from all the chaos that happened in the galaxy. For some, sure, that could possibly exist. For Holt, however? There was no break, no rest, no respite from his duties. While the warriors and fighters of the galaxy may relax, and it was earned rightly so, there was no such thing for Holt until his cold, dead body was lying in the soil. Then he could finally sleep. It was a dark destiny, and something that Holt tried not to dwell on often. He'd been in this life for so long that he hardly noticed what he missed, even to the point of not wanting it. All in all, Holt was an interesting character on a luxury cruise.

Unlike the majority of the Confederacy soldiers and officers that had elected to join on this voyage through the atmosphere of Teyr, a means of escape from the relentless expansion and warfare that engulfed the Confederacy's ever-widening borders, Holt did not choose to spend his time foolishly gambling away credits or dancing with the headache-inducing bass boosted music of the Promenade. No, the Lido observation deck was more of Holt's style; quiet and peaceful, a place for reflection and private conversation. And for Holt, an operative and Rook in the Confederacy Ministry of Secrets, it seemed that every part of his life was private, one way or the other.

With one hand slipped casually into the pocket of his jacket, mostly concealed by his long overcoat, his other lifted the rim of a rather exquisite wine glass to his lips. A trickle of golden-yellow Merenzane Gold, the more expensive Sacorrian variety, trickled from the glass and down his throat. He lowered the glass slightly to swallow the liquor before taking another sip and a deep breath. Another unfortunate drawback of Holt's job was that importing finer wines to the Rookery was too much of a hassle, and his limited choice of alcohol was often the meager and rough concoctions native to Druckenwell. Being somewhat of a wine connoisseur, the lack of any fine spirits was often a serious impediment to Holt's mood, and so in a way this luxury cruise was relaxing, at least in one sense.

Shaking the thoughts of alcohol and liquor from his mind, his brain automatically turned to the task at hand. He was here to meet with someone important -- someone really important, the Minister of War himself, [member="Caesar Kenway]. Usually things such as this would go between Holt and the Minister of Secrets, but the territory that Holt was aiming for was a little more in Minister Kenway's arena. Plus, making some new friends (and especially powerful friends) was Holt's basic job description. Nothing wrong with that, now, was there?

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Location: Observation Deck
Attire: Top and bottom, boots, silver bracelet and a thin silver necklace. Hair worn in low ample ponytail with some strands framing her face.
Nearby tags: [member="Voph"], [member="Chikako Liona"], [member="Holt"]

Kathryn stood leaning onto a railing, silently observing the magnificent sunset in the horizon as the luxury cruiser made its ascent into the skies of Teyr. This had never been a problem for her; soaring the skies high above the ground. Maybe it was because everything on the ground became so small that it was hard to get the feeling of hight. Maybe her pure love for flying made her mind to suppress her fear of heights. Certainly some of both. The denonian smiled softly to herself as she thought about it.

Since her joining with the Confederation, shortly after her first meetings with [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and the visit to Monastery, she had been in training to learn operating the different vessels of her new place of service. It had been and still was a quite fast paced journey, mainly because of her being a step ahead of the whole new pilots that had to learn starfighter operation from the start. If you already had the basics and advanced knowledge about certain types of fighters, it went fairly quick to adapt into new ones. Atleast if they were meant for human operation. Then, those droid fighters? They might be good, but seemed to make up for the quantity and not the quality of the CIS Fleet. She firmly believed that nothing could beat human creativity. She did not despise them, they had their upsides. But if she had to choose, she rather had a human as a wingman than an emotionless and dead AI by her side.

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Observation Deck​

Wearing: This​

Objective: Relax
Tags: [member="Kathryn Foster"]​

@Holt​

[member="Chikako Liona"]​

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"Don't be timid, little one." The deep voice rumbled forth, breaking the otherwise quiet atmosphere of the room. Voph had seen the girl watching him for some time now. Of course, meditation this deep allowed him to see practically anyone on the ship he wished to see. But for now, he brought himself back to the here and now. His head turned slightly, blind gaze locking on to the young Echani woman.He had seen her step towards him, hesitant and unsure. He smiled, drawing another deep breath. The aura of calm did not dissipate, instead lingering on even as Voph stirred.

Voph pushed himself to his feet, towering over the smaller being as he rose to his full height. He bowed stiffly. "I do not believe we have ever had the pleasure. High Councilor Sitdrisa'yr. Viceroy of Vylmira, High Marshal of the Vylmiran Defense Force, Admiral of the Octarchy Covenant Task Force, and Captain of the C.D.F. Resolve. At your service." As he straightened back up, he smiled again. An...odd expression that did not seem to sit on his face quite right. The smile itself seemed genuine enough, but there was...something about it that didn't look right. As if the face it adorned was not used to such gestures. His attention turned ever so briefly to the blonde woman leaning against the railing near them before turning back to Chikako. "Was there something you wished to speak to me about, little one?"

 

[Luca Donskoi]

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Location: Teyr (Dance Floor)​

Attire: Service Dress Uniform​

Armament: KS-95 "Ace of Spade" Blaster Pistol (hidden beneath jacket), Lightsaber (hidden beneath jacket)​

Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | Anyone Else​

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So much had happened in recent months. Hell, even recent weeks. Even now, Alden still hadn’t fully recovered from the misfortunate that had overcome the Valiant and her crew. A tragedy that had nearly cost the man his life just weeks earlier. It wasn’t long ago that Alden thought himself done for. Lost in the mist that thickly blanketed that quaint world of Umgul. He held completely faith and certainty that had it not been for the efforts of [member="Ek Vilibro Griz"] and [member="Scherezade deWinter"], that Umgul would have become that fated resting place when he still had so much left to experience and take on in life.

But there wasn’t any reason to really dwell in the past. Learn from it, certainly. But mulling over what could have been solved no problems. No. All that would do would be to create more of them.

So tonight he found himself on Teyr, at what seemed, for all intents and purposes, to be a merry gathering. Music rang out of the concourse and the makeshift dance floor that had been erected was flooded with beings of all shapes, sizes and species alike. Among them was a face that had become all too familiar in recent weeks to him, and although he couldn’t see the all too distinguishing glowing green eyes hidden beneath her eyelids, she, herself, was unmistakable. It was Scherezade deWinter, one of the very two people that had saved him just weeks prior. And act he felt he would not ever be able to thank the two for enough.

He closed his eyes and let loose and long and controlled exhale as he gathered himself before quickly downing the rest of the drink he held in hand. He set it down on the table, its contents now empty, and stepped forward, patting down and straightening out the bulk of the service blues that hugged to his body; the new rank he would upon his lapel seemed to have an extra shine to it as cascading lights reflected off its polished, metallic surface.

As he approached her [Scherezade], he raised his hands disarmingly, elbows bent. It was partially as a joke as he witnessed her fend the two strangers off from earlier, but more so simply out of respect for her own personal space. He bowed his head slightly and spoke. “Nice to see a familiar face around here for a change.”

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

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Location: Sitting at a Table on Lido Deck with [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

Wearing: X x X x X​

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Naedira had never been on a cruise before. She fidgeted, beneath her civilian clothing, and wondered why it bothered her a little bit being on a boat. How was it that she could go through hyperspace with zero issues but floating merrily along on a body of water? She felt uneasy. Every so often the Knights were told to take time off. After the events of Arkam? Yeah, that was one of those times. If she focused hard enough on the memory, she could still smell the smoke. She could still feel the small hands of a child wrapped around her neck. Terrified. Alone.

She blinked, coming back to the present, and passed Centaris a vaguely apologetic smile for zoning out. The Knight was certain he wouldn’t care, but, she had grown up with a need to maintain polite appearances when in situations like this. The worst part, in her eyes, was the fact that they were essentially trapped till the cruise was over. The White Dove was nice enough, but, it wasn’t Geonosis and it wasn’t her flat. It wasn’t familiar. It left her guard up. Way, way, up.

“It’s only a day. Not even, just an evening…”, she murmured, before letting her chin drop into her hand, whole auburn locks tumbled down her shoulders. She was wearing a crisp little black dress with gold stitching and embroidery down the front. Matching earrings hung neatly, with a dash of makeup, but nothing substantial. It was just enough to be presentable. “Sometimes I feel more suspicious of quiet events over the ones where we get shot at.”

She could hear light music playing and her eyes closed for a moment whilst she listened to the stringed instruments pull smooth notes through the calm sitting area. It was one of the few quiet places on deck, with plenty of places to lounge, chat, and enjoy the sights. Naedira was content to have found an empty table to sit at with her partner. They had a lot of differing opinions, but, Naedira was starting to accept his quirks. Most of them stemmed from the fact that he just didn’t seem to know any better.

Naedira didn’t often pry into his personal life. It wasn’t out of fear, or any sort of dislike, but more a case of professional distance. She had been tasked with helping him assimilate and ensuring that he found his footing. She didn’t want anything to cloud her judgement. “I have a grand idea. Let’s drink.”

She sat up straight and signaled a droid to come take their order. Chestnut eyes, warm, and touched with flecks of topaz would glimmer in a way that signified the young woman was up to something.

“We can play a game to pass the time. You'll like it--Lots of liquor.”

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Alkor stared out at the skyline speeding by beneath them. It seemed so slow, when in reality their craft maintained a fairly quick pace and pattern that only served to trick the mind into thinking otherwise. It was a grand selling point for tourist worlds- make the view last as long as possible. Keep the people coming back.

The Confederacy would profit immensely from adding such a resource to their assets. At least, that was his opinion on the matter, cut and dry as it was. He nursed the same Corellian ale up until [member="Naedira Darcrath"] spoke, at which time he finished it off. She seemed tense- not uncommon, especially after the events that unfolded on Arkam.

"The beautiful lies get harder to stomach once you've seen the ugly truth," he counseled. No matter how old he grew or how much wisdom he gained, it seemed that lesson kept coming back to him. Certainly, they were off duty- and he wore the messy, tattered black garments he always did. It was possible he owned little else- he never mentioned other clothes, nor wore them.

He did keep them clean, however. That was a matter of courtesy.

When she suggested alcohol, he lifted an eyebrow. Yes, the woman had done so with him present before, but never once had they indulged together.

"You're certain that's what you'd like to do with your free time?" he asked her. "Drink with me?"

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: The Bar

The pounding thump of music pulsed with a life of its own, there at the bar was a strange sight would greet the eyes of the normal crowd goers out to desensitize themselves for the night. A Zabrak, glistening in aromatic body oil wore loose robe of lavander spidersilk, a few platinum links clinked musically as he drained the glass of expensive Corellian scotch in a single gulp only to have the bartender refill it to the brim the moment it touched the bar once more. Several patrons were taking advantage of Daxton Bane’s generous offer to an open bar to get plastered as quickly as they could before the tides changed. The Siths eyes roamed the crowd as if he was looking for someone or something, what it was would be determined later.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Dance Floor
Wearing: Dress
Tags: [member="Alden Akaran"] + Feel free to join


She opened her eyes before she knew he was there. Just for a brief moment, to take a glance at her surroundings through her vision and not just sense it. There was nothing worth of note at first; she knew there were more than enough people in the area, some dancing, some drinking, some just being social. No one was actually here for her. And why would they be? The Confederates rarely had a reason for things like that, despite how many missions she went on, no matter how many successful notes she had by her accomplishments.

Turning around, Scherezade was more than ready to continue dancing with her eyes closed, when her sight befell [member="Alden Akaran"], who was trying to get her attention. Or at least, trying not to get her violent attention as he held his hands up like that. For a moment, she narrowed her eyes, but then her face visible relaxed and she stopped dancing, taking a step or two n Alden's general direction.

Familiar face?

Scherezade blinked, obviously not expecting that… Tone? Was he trying to be friendly? Was he trying to initiate a conversation? Putting your knife in people was easy to the Sithling, but holding small talk was… Quite the opposite. She flashed him a smile, and shrugged. "It's one of those places Confederates generally tend to flock to," she answered, ever so slightly out of breath. "I'm sure there are a lot of friendly faces here," she offered with a little smile. Or was that supposed to come without one?

"But mostly people come for the free booze," that was always a safe line.

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Reflection[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Lido Deck[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]None currently[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Nearby: [member="Voph"] [member="Kathryn Foster"] [member="Holt"] [member="Chikako Liona"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The calm was indeed foreign, though not unwelcomed. In all of these events Keva had ended up in that same situation of merely standing, with hands clasped, the world around her merely a distant thought. The twisting and twirling machine that was her mind was instead the focus, she reflected today. Considered possibilities. It was not uncommon, Keva had little interest in social interaction most of the time.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Pride and embarrassing actions did not blend well, and at the end of the day Keva’s attempts to interact in basic were merely an embarrassment. Not accounting for how much she merely just didn’t enjoy approaching people for idle chatter..[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]But so, she stood, clad in standard military garb that was far too pristine and clear like usual. Her hands clasped behind her back, and red eyes staring out beyond the glass. She had much to consider these days, the chaos on Arkham had been an interesting turn of events. She had enemies now. Or so she presumed. A slip up in the plan, but it would be rectified in time.[/SIZE]

 

[Kira Salis]

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[Chikako Liona]

Location: Observation Deck
Attire: Usual White/Blue outfit
Nearby Peps: [member="Voph"] [member="Kathryn Foster"]

Even if she noted the small moments of the meditating man, when the deep voice penetrated her ears it still brought a small surprise to the young princess, "Intimidation is not the word I'd used, excising caution would be more along the lines". Still it was nice to know the man lacked any hostility for her interruption, the wave of calmness still washing over the upper observation deck, her feet carrying her closer to the slowly rising force user. He certainly was tall, Chikako having to bend her neck back to properly face them, the warm childlike smile still present across her face.

A small curtsy cam from the shorter women, behind her greeting the large title held by this Sitdrisa'yr being quite overwhelming, such an important figure head here, and taking with her of all people. "Tis is a pleasure to meet you Mr, Sitdrisa'yr" his long list of titles making her resort to the simple Mr. "I am Chikako Liona, current Viceroy and princess of Tythe, I must say it is an honor to meet someone of such high stature in such a casual location", no doubt the man was able to halndle himself but it seemed a little odd that no guards or attendant was present for him.

"As for my actions I was but intrigued by your person is all, curiosity got the better, forgive me if I interrupted your meditation".

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

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Location: Sitting at a Table on Lido Deck with [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

Wearing: X x X x X​

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Naedira stared at Centaris for a long moment, pondering his words, before trying to find a middle ground. He could be very cynical at times. Others, there was a mote of truth in his darkness. With this…She couldn’t help but agree. The Knight wasn’t carrying her sword, wasn’t wearing her armor, and almost felt naked without it. It didn’t make any sense. She walked around Geonosis and Naboo quite frequently without her face hidden…But those worlds had something Teyr did not. They were home.

“You’re right. I just feel…Distant, from other Knights sometimes. I can’t blame them though. Is it so wrong to believe in a beautiful lie if it helps them get through life and get the job done?”

The auburn-haired woman wished she could still see their missions through such rose-colored glasses. Tawny eyes swept over his attire. She really didn’t know why he wore such threadbare garments when the wages they earned were more than substantial. Their housing was inexpensive, subsidized, so that left many of them that didn’t drink their credits away with a decent spending budget. Most of them blew it on toys. The newest weapons, gear, and ships. Advanced tech was an easy way to stay on top. “You and I…We really need to update your wardrobe. If you wear that much longer, I’m pretty sure it’s going to fall off. Or unravel. One of the two.”

His raised eyebrow at her suggestion caused a light laugh to spill from her lips. Her partner was predictable if nothing else. “Why not? I suppose, I could try and schmooze one of the rich guys on the Promenade…But that’s never been my thing. Besides, you look like you could use a little fun.”

Or, she could use a little fun. One of the two. She just wasn’t feeling up to this sort of setting. It was too peaceful. Too quiet. It left her on edge.

“Two whiskeys please. Corellian?”, she questioned, glancing at Centaris, before she nodded back to the serving droid. “Yes. Corellian.”

The little robot went to retrieve their order while Naedira settled in to explain the rules of their little game. They weren’t hard, but, something about Alkor Centaris told her that he wasn’t one for games. Unless it involved a weapon, a bounty, and pay out. “When our drinks get here…I’ll make a statement about your past. If I'm right, you drink. If I'm wrong I drink. And no lying! I'll know if you're lying."

“Then we switch. And it’ll be your turn to ask me.”

Their beverages arrived and Naedira thanked the droid mindlessly, forgetting, that politeness wasn’t really necessary with a mechanical waiter. Once she held the short tumbler, she began to think of what she wanted to ask. Considering, she knew very little about the man, there were plenty of things to go over. “Let’s see…Well. Hmm. I guess we can start with more general questions.”

“You had an unorthodox upbringing that made you grow up faster than most younglings.”

 

[Daisy Americus]

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Location: Sabaac Table w/[member="Haastal Verd"], [member="Kiff Brayde"], and Soon to be [member="Kaden Farr"]​

Wearing: XOXOXO​

Objective: Learn to Gamble [And Not Go Broke]​

This place was amazing.

Daisy spun around in a slow circle to take in the atmosphere. It was nothing like the Sierra Blanca on Haseria. The Confederacy could just be so fancy sometimes that she was left standing around like a fish with its mouth gaping wide. The Mandalorian woman had gotten all gussied up really didn’t know what to do with herself. Getting sloshed was out of the question, mostly, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself—But also because she didn’t want to forget the experience.

There were people dancing, playing cards, gambling, and in general seemed to be having a good time. Daisy liked that. Happy people. She was more than content to blend into the scenery and just become one of hundreds of joyful customers. What could go wrong with that?

She wore a white dress patterned with flowers and little lace accents around the hem. It wasn’t nearly as elaborate as what some of the ladies wore, but, it made Daisy feel pretty enough to get by. No one would know that she spent the majority of her time with a T-Visor on. Or that she had a mini-slugthrower pistol hidden in a clutch that she had snuck aboard. One couldn’t be too careful.

A round of cheering went up around the card tables and the curious young woman wandered over, eyes wide, while watching the dealers pass out cards for sabaac. Daisy didn’t know how to play. Truthfully, aside from basic poker, she really didn’t know much about gambling. Drinking? Sure. Booze was a time-honored Mandalorian past-time. But gambling? Her mama would have her hide.

She snuck forward and took a hesitant seat at the table where [member="Kiff Brayde"] was handling the cards. There were a lot of credits flying around, so she waited, to see what it would be to join. Another man, a Mandalorian she recognized from Mechis III, asked if they were playing by “House Rules” and she swallowed hard. What were house rules? She really wanted to play but maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…”What are house rules?”, she questioned, and her backwater accent came through heavy. It was thicker than a day-old bowl full of oatmeal.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] was supposed to be around here somewhere. Was it too late to phone-a-friend for help?

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Sabacc Tables​

Wearing: xxx​

w. [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Haastal Verd"] | [member="Kiff Brayde"]​

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The ship was fancier than anything Kaden was used to, well, in this life. When he was younger and learning what it meant to live as an Atrisian noble, Kaden had seen all kinds of fancy things. That felt like ages ago. Baiko was no longer alive, the only person he had recognized as a mother in his life at the time. She had been taken from him by death. Many things had been taken from him because of death, and yet in all of it Kaden found his purpose. The stoic mandalorian had opted to keep his dress simple. There was only one reason for him to be on the ship and that was to gamble. Having died once and spending two stents in the Netherworld had hardened Kaden and made him care little for things like possessions or money. There was always a way to get his hands on more if he needed it.

His eyes looked over to the tables, and they seemed pretty active. For a moment Kaden felt a little out of place considering the dresses and suits some of the others were wearing around him. A smirk tugged at his lip as his eyes fell on the blonde wearing a white floral patterned dress. It wasn't the fanciest thing, but it was certainly something he had never seen her in. Kaden was a bit surprised to see her at the tables, and as he approached her question only confirmed his reason for the surprise. Daisy was going to get eaten alive.

Kaden sighed just before taking the seat next to Daisy. Despite his insistence that he had not been haunting her, Kaden still seemed to be around when she was even now that he was no longer dead. He was pretty sure she thought he was some kind of stalker at this point when it was all just a matter of coincidence.

"The rules for the game... sometimes the house, casino, has a certain way they like to play. It could be regular game rules with certain cards wild, etc."

Kaden looked at Daisy with a small smile.

"I got you," he said as he leaned over and nudged her with his shoulder. "Any of you mind if I help her out for a couple of hands?"