Public KGM Charity Gala - (Fully Open)

[Aiden Porte]

"fine, fine, I suppose you can be wrong."

Aiden laughed and shook his head. "Why me? It should be you whos wrong, right?" He couldn't help but start chuckling lightly as he looked back over the options before he finally settled on something.

"What's your pick then, Aiden?"

"I'll take the same as yours." He finally said as he his mind began to doubt himself for a moment just on the choice of beverage. But he opted to branch out and try something different. He leaned against the bar just slightly as he showed Dreidi a small smile.

"If this drink is terrible, I'm blaming you." Aiden teased with a small wink as he glanced towards the dance floor. "Perhaps after this we should dance?"

Dreidi Xeraic

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"I've only met her once, it wouldn't make much of a difference if we met again or not, just more a curiosity. "

Persephone just found it odd the daughter of one of the Diarch was not in attendance. This was their territory and more importantly, the girl was getting close in age where these things were expected. Perhaps society worked different in these type of circles. It was beyond her.

Out of the corner of her eye, the teenager noticed the woman with the bleeding nose had finally sat down and was seemingly being attended to by her boyfriend. A sweet gesture, some boys were just dense. Or uncasing. Or would pass out at the sight of blood. Good thing it seemed the one she was with had two brain cells to rub together.

When Kiran Arlos asked her to dance, Persie offered a finely manicured hand to the teenage boy for him to take.

"Of course. I've been taking ballet and formal dance for the last three years. I'm not the best but I can hold my own."

Indirectly : Liin Terallo | Saul Whesai​

 

[Kiran Arlos]

When she accepted his offer for a dance, to be honest he was quite surprised. While he didn't convey or show that emotion, he just rather went the the flow. His hand extending smoothly towards her hand. He took hers in his as proper care as one could.

"Excellent, I haven't had a dance in over three years, our combined experience we should be able to avoid a catastrophe." Kiran smirked with a slight tease laced in his voice as he led them onto the dance floor.

The music drifted softly through the air, carried by a few simple instruments a tune meant more for joy than formality. There were Lanterns that glowed faintly in the gathering dusk, their light shimmering on the smooth stone floor where the two teenagers found themselves standing.

His first move was slightly awkward, his boots scuffing as if they weighed more than durasteel. He quickly recovered letting go of the nerves that seemingly grabbed hold of him for just a few moments. He was here and there wasn't nothing to be concerned about, other than making a fool out of himself. Yet he had done so plenty of times in her presence so she might have gotten used to it, or at this point was just plain tired of it. The rhythm of the song was nice and quite easy to follow, and she made it so much easier. Gradually, their movements found a natural rhythm not practiced but just seemingly perfect.

"Have you found anything interesting lately?" Kiran asked softly, inquiring about her artifact ventures and such.

Persephone Dashiell

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"So we're both experts at this, got it."

It was a rough start, with Kiran Arlos seemingly dragging his feet. Persie didn't think anything of it beyond the fact he was most likely trying to find her movements and match them with the song. Given their interactions were iffy to begin with not an easy thing. Yet after a minute or so the teenage boy seemed to fall in some type of rhythm. It was hard to say if he had ever danced before but they seemed to be making a go of it.

"No, nothing since the library and I'm working on that report. I went on a family trip to Empress Teta to visit a gravesite and catch up with those I had not seen in awhile. Sort of a end of summer celebration I would say with the internship done. From Teta I came here to this Gala and now you're caught up..."

Nothing terribly exciting since they had last seen one another, but that was to be expected on her end.

"What about you? Find any fresh bulkheads to punch?"

 

[Kiran Arlos]

"I trust that family venture was good?" Kiran inquired, although as she caught she mentioned gravesite he hoped he didn't press upon anything crazily severe or saddening on the trip. That wasn't his intent in the slightest. "We should do some research and go on another artifact hunt. I actually had a good time helping you with that." Kiran knew as she had stated that the internship was over, but perhaps they could find their own way and see what they could discover. "Not that I'm looking for praise for a discovery, but just nice to stay busy and help out." That was the key, staying busy and helping who he could. Perhaps it would help distract his mind from the other thoughts racing around his brain.

Kiran's moved became more relaxed as he twirled her around rather well and the moved together once more, hand in hand as dance continued. She asked him about his, and he could help but turn a slight shade of red and even chuckle.

"Nothing to extreme, and luckily the bulkheads have been avoiding me as of lately. I appreciate your understanding in that matter, by the way." Kiran spoke with a small smile.

Persephone Dashiell

 

[Kloe Weo]

Kloe was a skilled enough dancer to not embarrass herself in the arms of even a larger brute, but she still didn't like making eye contact. She found other places to look - a shoulder, the dance floor, a collar. It almost looked like she was glaring, though that wasn't exactly the case - assessing the surroundings would perhaps be more accurate. One might assume that if she was angry enough to glare, she'd bee too angry to let Tibera Jessen lead her about on the dance floor, and they'd be correct to do so.

"You flirt like you're apologizing." The Umbaran woman observed in a low tone, furrowing her brow. "Stop. It is unattractive of you."

The large woman was here to further her business, and she didn't mind flattening aristocrats? "You have enough things going for you to be worth my time." She continued, almost stern.

Kloe's placid and relatively static neutral expression contrasted with her feet. She was nimble in heels, agile as she was spun about in an energetic tango, and matched Tibera step-for-step. While Kloe did not go out of her way to do so very often, it was fairly clear that she'd been taught how to dance at a few points in her life and retained the information alongside a natural agility. Or, at the very least, a natural slinkiness and a comfort in heels.

Dancing wasn't for lectures, though. Dancing was for courtship, displaying status, and mingling with the wealthy targets she'd come here to sell venom and muscle to. Kloe glanced briefly upwards, her hips swaying in time with the music - as led by Tibera, of course. "Your name. You haven't given it yet?" She requested. "I gave mine. It would be appropriate. You can utilize an alias if you'd like."

 

[Jairdain Ismet-Thio]

"Wars are just as easily started by a stray bullet getting fired at the wrong time or wrong place. Yes, I have met some people who were eager to start wars. I've also met just as many who wanted them to end. I have also participated in them. As a commoner."

She emphasized the last word, indicating where she was in her life when she was in wars more often. As it stood, the two of them had only fought side by side once or twice. Jairdain was not a fighter by nature, but she was a supporter. She gave her husband strength and saved his life. However, they weren't married at that time.

"Great, I'm glad. If your droid had taken it, I would have been very upset. It's a donation of credits to help. Just drop it in the box.

"Thank you."

Holding his hand, she kissed his cheek gently and felt through the Force a darkness she hadn't felt for a long time.

"There's a Sith here. Over on the dance floor."

Peace was supposed to be respected here, but this Sith had her attention.

Jax Thio

 

[Liin Terallo]

Well that reply certainly pleased him. The way that his face lit up when I asked him if he would visit; it was as though he had just received a lot of money through some lottery.

Saul then made a suggestion about accompaning me to where I am staying. Truth be told that I was not staying on world. I had it set that afterwards I would be flown back to Bastion. Being out in the public so soon was a gamble for me. At least when it came to my own fears. So I had made no arrangements to stay overnight. More than likely I would sleep on my journey back.

"I believe that your suggestion is a good one. But keep in mind that there is no need to drop everything the moment that I do reach out. Unless of course it is an emergency. Then by all means, try to get to me as quickly as possible. But with luck it will never have to come to that." Something told me that Saul would drop everything any ways. But that was just an assumption.

"I feel better now, thank you."

Tag: Saul Whesai Persephone Dashiell

 

[Darth Kharnaz]

Kharnaz grinned.

"You would be surprised at how many high in the republic have ties to the Sith. Everyone has their secrets."

Khrnaz leads the dance. While most of the dancers are elegant and graceful kharnaz is strong and forceful. He goes through the moves but without any of the poise.

He thinks for a moment.

"You are wasted here. Serving these rich couch-sitters, tossing credits at problems. You have power, Iandre. Do not waste it on those who do not deserve it."

Iandre Athlea

 

[Saul Whesai]

Giving her an easy smile, Saul let her speak before answering her. "Trust me, you have now gone to the top of my to do list." He looked up into the darkness of the night and whispered, "Sorry, Ladies..." for all the starships he would never get to service now Liin was in the picture. Turning back to her, he enjoyed the rest of the night of conversation. For the first time in a while, the future looked promising, and this woman had given him a purpose again.

-Thread Closed-​

Liin Terallo

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"We....could."

Persephone wasn't sure what do in regards to her research. She was busy writing up a massive report on the library - a report that had to stay quiet for now. She was going to put out feelers to university professors to assist her with the find. Jedi. Sith. Couldn't be trusted with the information. Beyond that, this was her in road to gain acceptance to a great university program. Maybe even be taken in under the wing of a Professor.

"Tython has fallen, even I wouldn't try to stick a toe in that direction. Not quite sure at the moment."

Persie followed his lead as the song changed, moving across the dancefloor.

"Good thing the bulkheads haven't been injured."

Kiran Arlos

 

[Iandre Athlea]

After being a witness to history, his words haunted Iandre a little. They were very likely accurate, and she wondered if she was looking at any traitors to the Republic right now. Knowing how Reign and Rellik felt about the Sith, she didn't think they would be viable contacts. Maybe at one point in time, but that had been before her time among them.

"I actually believe you, Kharnaz."

Adjusting to his dancing, Iandre remained graceful.

"Next time, let me lead."

For the first time since he had approached her, the former Jedi laughed lightly. That ended when he spoke again. Lifting an eyebrow at him, she shook her head.

"I do have power, no doubt. It's not wasted, as you put it. Who would you suggest I use it on?"

In one of their turns, her eyes met those of Rellik. Nodding at him, she hoped he would take it as the signal she intended it to be. That she was safe, for the moment, but wouldn't hesitate to reach out to him if that changed.

Turning her attention back to Kharnaz, she waited for his answer.

Darth Kharnaz Diarch Rellik

 

[Kiran Arlos]

"We....could."

"Tython has fallen, even I wouldn't try to stick a toe in that direction. Not quite sure at the moment."

"I've heard, I would say we should definitely try to avoid incredibly dangerous places." Kiran smiled as he continued, the dance seemed to be going smoothly, twirling her around once more as the song had seemingly called for it. "Only slightly dangerous we should explore." Kiran spoke in a teasing manner. He couldn't deny the fact that he was happy she was being so, agreeable? It made things in his mind a little bit easier as he tried more and more to just be that constant if she needed. But more so, she was one of the few that she knew, knew his past and still seemed to want to be around him.

"Good thing the bulkheads haven't been injured."

"Only me from time to time." He said as he gave her a small dip, and then another twirl before they were back together once more. "I've learned my lesson."

Persephone Dashiell

 

[Kael Varnok]

Kael Varnok hated suits.

The thought ran through his head for the twentieth time as he adjusted the stiff collar of the deep navy jacket that hugged his frame. Whoever had tailored it had clearly taken one look at his build and decided "armored fortress" was the aesthetic to lean into. The fabric strained over broad shoulders and wrapped around a torso carved by years of combat, as though it had been designed to remind everyone he could snap the crystal stem of a wine glass with two fingers.

His reflection in the polished glass near the entrance was… tolerable. The scars peeking up from his collar, the faint glint of tattoos curling against his neck, the untamed shock of red hair, and the ever-present smirk that tugged at the edge of his mouth—they weren't hidden, only dressed up. He tugged at the collar again and muttered under his breath.

"Robes, armor, hell, even rags—fine. But this?" He huffed. "Whoever thought wrapping me like a Core world senator was a good idea, I should let my other half strangle."

"Other half?" The voice came quick, sharp, coiling in the back of his skull. "Don't pin this on me. I'd never put us in a straitjacket like this. Look at them—peacocks strutting in gold. Weak. Breakable."

Kael clenched his jaw and forced a slow exhale through his nose. Not tonight, he reminded himself, pushing past the ornate doors. Neutral ground. No fighting. No corpses on the floor.

Neutral, the voice laughed bitterly. As if neutrality exists. They hide their knives in smiles. I'd bet credits half this room has blood under their nails already. You know it. I know it. We could—

Shut it, Kael snapped inwardly, blue eyes scanning the chandeliers, the dancers, the gleaming tables of cards and drinks. He reached out, snagged a glass of Alderaanian wine from a passing server, and swirled it lazily. On the surface, he looked composed, even charming, but the tension was there in the twitch of his jaw and the sharp line of his shoulders.

"Serenity, my ass," he muttered, smirk tugging at his lips as he raised the glass to no one in particular. "Let's see how long it takes before this little masquerade cracks."

 

[Darth Kharnaz]

Kharnaz allowed her to lead this time. After all she seemed rather good at it. He wondered if she had done this much before.

"I do have power, no doubt. It's not wasted, as you put it. Who would you suggest I use it on?"

"Why those who are weaker than you. It goes against nature for the strong to serve the weak. Survival of the fittest. These people need to be put in their place, at the bottom of the food chain. They need to be reminded that in the end they are nothing but prey. And we are the predators."

Kharnaz pulled aside part of his suit, revealing his lightsaber to her.

"If I was to pull out my weapon how many would flee? How many would scream and panic, scared for their miserable lives? Perhaps, Iandre, we need to show them who is really in charge."

Iandre Athlea

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Ord Mantell
Tags: Vera Mina Lady Nocturne

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Reign took in the information, it was the first clear indication that he’d had, that there was discontent within the Galactic Alliance. And while he was not here to assess weaknesses, he always kept an ear open.

“This “Galactic Empire” is but a resurgence of the Dark Empire that plagued the galactic north during our rise to the galactic stage. It pains me to allow them to continue on this path. But there is not yet any friendship between the Alliance and the Diarchy. So I can not put my people at risk for an enemy”

His smile had faltered when he spoke, but it returned quickly.

“And we would welcome you, and your people. The Diarchy is a nation of warriors, but it is also a nation of change. The galaxy needs change lest it be caught in the endless cycle of war. Jedi versus Sith.. Republic versus Empire.”

He paused a moment, aware he was veering into giving a speech again.

“But I am talking too much.. as my dear wife would remind me.. please, tell me, how could we help with your current refugee crisis? Innocents require all of our aid”

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Brows furrowed as she thought of someplace to go. Perhaps it was the party but she was drawing a blank on something suitable. There were thousands upon thousands of locations at their disposal but she figured they may require research. Kiran Arlos didn't seem like the research type but Persephone thought killing two birds with one stone to be beneficial.

Persie was able to easily move into the twirl and dip through years of ballet practice. It was one of those songs that had a grand finale with a dip and twirl, now back facing one another as the song ended. Which was fine by her, it seemed several people were shuffling on and off the dance floor with a change in the band's set.

"That's good. Perhaps there is a bulkhead warning network. Informed everyone before your arrival."

Persephone wasn't a fan of tantrums but she wasn't going to hold it against Kiran unless it was a repeat situation. In many ways he reminded her of a lost little loth-cat who couldn't find his way around. Where as having a rough life had made her grow up in a different way, Kiran was still struggling with it all. Perhaps it helped she never had delusions about a loving, cohesive family.

"What do you consider slightly dangerous?"

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Kiran tilted his head at her question, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips though his eyes betrayed a deeper wariness. He wasn't used to being asked things so plainly, it always felt like people either expected him to know everything or nothing at all. Persephone's tone had the rare effect of pulling him into the middle ground.

He ran a hand through his hair, buying time. "Slightly dangerous?" He gave a small laugh under his breath, shaking his head. But the truth was, he wanted to give her a real answer. So he leaned closer, lowering his voice enough that it was meant for her ears alone.

"I guess… slightly dangerous is a place where you can breathe easy, but you still keep one hand near the blaster. Where you're not sure if the person across the table is going to share a drink with you… or sell you out." His gaze flicked toward the lanterns above, then back to her. "That's the kind of place I've always felt most at home. Not safe, not deadly. Just… uncertain."


He shrugged, trying to ease the heaviness of the words with a crooked grin. "But maybe you've got a better definition. I'm still working on mine."

Persephone Dashiell

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Leading the dance, their movements were far more graceful. Likely a change of pace for Kharnaz. As a Sith, he was probably used to being in control. This was something Iandre would remember. Listening to his answer, they went on another circle around the dancefloor.

His answer wasn't entirely unexpected, but to hear him give voice to it made her want to shake her head at him.

"You are not some animal, Kharnaz. You might not be human like I am, but that doesn't mean you can learn to feel like one. Give yourself the chance to feel sympathy, emotional pain that is yours, and try to put yourself into the shoes of somebody else for a change."

When he revealed his lightsaber hilt, she couldn't help but laugh just slightly. Tipping her head in the direction of the various Jedi, Lords, and her friends, she stifled it and closed her mouth for a moment.

"I don't think you would last very long if you did that, Kharnaz. You, like me, are apprentices. They are our superiors. Would you make people freak out? Undoubtedly. Is that thrill worth your life?"

As she spoke, her voice remained neutral, yet it carried an edge. An edge that hadn't been there when they first crossed sabers.

"If you wish, we can take this outside. That isn't something I want, though."

Darth Kharnaz

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Blinking, Persephone was trying to decide how to answer. First, the whispering. She highly doubted anyone in attendance cared about two teenagers and what they had to say. Neither was an influential person within the Diarchy borders. Her family had no ties to the government, although businesses were located within their space. It happened, corporations didn't change their locations on the whims of rotating governmental powers.

"We don't have to whisper. I don't think anyone will be concerned over your definition of slightly dangerous." She regarded Kiran Arlos ,looking him up and down for a moment. "Also, you prefer uncertainty?Really? Are you trying to impress me? It's not working."

A small shake of her head at the thought.

"Party is almost over. Where you headed after this?"