Populate No Place Like Home for the Wieludays [GA Populate of Wielu]

[Valery Noble]

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Location: The Prosperity​

Valery: Appearance​

Pregnancy: 3/4 of the way in 3rd trimester​

Tag: Kahlil Noble Kalie Alverez Lyrrin | Open to anybody!​

Valery looked up at Kahlil with a smile before she gently took the hot cup into both hands. She raised it to her lips and carefully took another sip before setting the cup down. She felt someone approaching. As Kahlil spoke again, her gaze turned to see the familiar Farghul stepping up towards them.​

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"Hey Lyrrin, it has been a while. Good to see you again" she said with a warm smile but she quickly noticed the way he was looking at Kahlil, and tilted her head with a smirk. She wasn't surprised that he'd be analyzing him — he was an SIA agent with a noticeable dislike for most Jedi. ​

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Valery just chuckled and looked away as another friendly face approached. Kalie made her way over with widened eyes and gently poked Valery's stomach, causing the brunette to first blink in response. ​

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"I… can't believe you didn't tell me!"​

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Valery held her arms wide and wrapped them around Kalie to return the hug, a wide smile on her face. She had missed her friends a great deal during her time away, and coming here was largely to see them again. And of course, to introduce her partner as well.​

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"Congratulations sweetie!!"​

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"Thank you, Kalie and I'm sorry I didn't tell you. There were some.. complications." Yeah, she was going to leave it at that for now. "But I'm really happy to see you again." Valery felt her own eyes grow a little teary from seeing how excited and emotional her friend was.​

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Kalie then turned to Kahlil and the comment that followed made it hard not to grin widely. She knew Kahlil was more reserved, and such a remark was going to catch him off-guard. But Valery seemed to enjoy it, and leaned into him a little after he shook Kalie's hand, looking up to meet his gaze so she could reassure him a little.​

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The name Zambrano usually sparked hostile reactions from Jedi and those affiliated with the GA, but he was clearly not part of the cycle looking to oppress and destroy. ​

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"Mhmm, he is. I figured I'd come introduce him to some of my friends."​

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"Speaking of which, how have you both been?" she asked as she looked between Lyrrin and Kalie with a smirk.​

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[Aeris Lashiec]

Hidden somewhere the unbidden were strictly forbidden, laid the humanitarian librarian in an unencumbered slumber. Far from complaints, righteous saints, practiced feints, or any form of weight placed upon her quaint plate.

She had weathered the storm for a score more than she had sworn she could have ever worn. To finally rest her head and forget the dead, lying in a bed of sacred rest was a blessing. Infected by the joys and voices of girls and boys whose Life Day was thoroughly enjoyed was enough of a second-hand high for her to say good night.

For now it was all so peaceful, as the atmosphere around her was all too gleeful. Friends extended dependence in a way that blended love with…

What the hell was with that phrase? And why was Aeris thinking of all this weird praise? There was no rhyme or reason, a spike which striked against the psych and mind alike. Yikes.

Gentle voices called out to her in chorus, as Aeris woke up and realized that the eggnog had left her all too nauseous. This was what she got for falling asleep on a thesaurus.

 

[Ryv]

"I'm sure you'll have some time with them soon. Things have been getting worse on Denon, makes me think keeping them there much longer is a bad idea," Ryv admitted as he slipped the device back into his bag. He hated to think there'd be a day his children would leave their home because he couldn't keep them safe.

"It'll give 'em a chance to see the rest of the galaxy, though. I think they'd like that, at least."

Epoch was a mystery to the kiffar. Ryv heard rumors Sith remained there since Fossk's departure, a holdout meant to provide information. Auteme's oversight would mean safety. As a Senator, the Alliance valued her life. She was also a trained Jedi. Couldn't forget that.

"Dagon will contact you if we need to get them off-world," he said.

Ahh, Coruscant...

"Coruscant is constantly changing. I can't say I'm surprised it got to a point where you and I don't quite fit like we used to," Ryv shrugged. A favorite past time of his. "We've arrived at a point where we need to be more than the Sword and the Shield. You can hopefully bring about real change on Epoch and inspire some other senators to be a bit more selfless in the process. I see that as a win."

Auteme​

 

[Viera]

Location: The Prosperity - Mess Hall
Outfit
Tags: Open
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Viera let out a content sigh as she drank some of her hot chocolate. She had arrived at the Prosperity earlier that day, having only just returned from a particularly chilling mission. The Thyrsian had been requested to provide escort and defence for an expedition force. Supposedly, a ruin had been discovered in a frozen tundra, which required both camping and fighting in ice cold conditions.

It certainly wasn’t Viera’s preferred weather to do either. But it hadn’t been the biting chill that had caused her concern, it was almost dying.

Okay, that was an exaggeration. But Viera had felt like the breath in her lungs had suddenly disappeared after utilising Form VII. After the panic had subsided, and she could think on it, Viera realised what had happened.

She had used darker emotions, required to fully tap into Juyo. And thus the ‘curse’ that was afflicting her took its payment. At least now she had an answer to one of Aeris’ questions.

Viera shook her head, pushing the thoughts away. She was here to enjoy herself, not dwell on darkness. She needed this, even if it was going to be brief in the long run.

The Thyrsian sighed, taking another sip before glancing out across the Mess Hall. Viera had taken up a position somewhat aways from everyone else, giving her a perfect view to see who was coming and going.

She barely knew anyone here, maybe recognized a couple faces like Auteme and Ryv , but she didn’t personally know them. Viera knew Aeris Lashiec was somewhere on the ship. After all, she had reported her findings to the blonde earlier on.

Viera’s attention did get drawn to the entrance when a new duo entered the Hall. A couple from the looks of things, and at least one of their faces was familiar to Viera. Though, it was quickly forgotten about when she noted the fact the brunette was pregnant.

She blinked.

The last time she had seen Valery Noble , it was back on Coruscant when the Maw had assaulted it. Viera had encountered and assisted the group in removing rubble to save those trapped inside.

Has that much time already passed?

Viera was lost in her thoughts, vaguely paying attention as Lyrrin and Kalie Alverez approached the group, and the silver-haired man introduced himself as Kahlil Noble .

But she found herself smiling, watching things from a distance.

Reminded, that even if death was approaching her, there was always new life blooming elsewhere.

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

OBJ I - Your Presents Is Requested​

Tags: Open

"Another life day party, how wonderful" Isla said to herself as she walked in to the beautiful venue. The Ashlan Command had been invited fairly last minute to this event, but she wanted to show her face. The Galactic Alliance had been good allies to them in the past. She looked around and she recognised a few faces but mostly they were unknown to her. She wondered if the Chancellor was present, she had briefly met Aerarii Tithe over Korriban when her fleet rescued him from his crippled flagship, but other than that he was a relative enigma to her.

Everything was about networking at the moment, from the interesting events on Alderaan to her own lifeday party. She wanted to make both personal and professional connections. Her work needed contacts and by Ashla her parents were begging her to go out and mix with men who were not crusaders and Jedi. Well, they could wait a little longer couldn't they, she had a little look of mirth on her face, the idea of her parents, sending her out like some schoolgirl still, despite what she had achieved. She loved them dearly and was grateful for everything, but one more comment about grand children and they were getting rocks for lifeday.

Tonight was going to be fun, although she must try not to stay up until sunrise drinking with the staff like after her own party, that was such a good time, but her head regretted it during the conference call to the ambassadors Ninn the next morning.

 

[Auteme]

Ryv
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Auteme smiled and gave a small chuckle. It'd been so long since they'd talked, she'd almost forgotten how differently they saw things; saw themselves.

"I feel like becoming a Senator is the most selfish thing I've done in my life," she said. "It shouldn't be. It probably won't be. Just... feels that way." She sighed. It wasn't a bad thing, of course -- if anything it was also the best decision she'd made in her life.

What did that say about her?

"Why did you come here? Life Day, yeah, but- why now?"

 

[Ryv]

"You've taken responsibility for an entire planet. That doesn't sound selfish to me, but I won't fight you on it."

Ah, yes, the tricky question.

"Why did I come here? To Prosperity? On Life Day?" Ryv looked past her for a moment. His gaze settled on a room full of people he once called his family. Jedi and their allies from all corners of the galaxy. These were his people. It should've been entirely normal for him to be there beside them all, grieving for the lost and celebrating those to come.

He took a deep breath. Then another. And a third shortly after that.

"To say goodbye, Auteme," Ryv reached forward and took her hand into his.

"I've seen visions during my time on Denon. Images of a battle that only I can fight. An enemy only I can defeat," his gaze drifted back to her gentle green eyes. "It's the fight I've always warned you about. Warned everyone about," he winced, like the very mention of his greatest fear physically hurt him. "It's the one I don't come back from."

Auteme​

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

YOUR PRESENTS IS REQUESTED
500 REPUBLICA // CORUSCANT

Seto Du Couteau | “Adam Versili” Dorian Sevanar | Isla Draellix-Kobitana

“…now, do travel safe and send my regards to the Prolocutor. Bye bye now.”

Tithe waved to the corporate representative as they moved down the greeting line to make room for his next guest. Their comically oversized credit chit, bequesting 10 million Galactic Alliance Credits to the Northern Refugee Resettlement Fund, was handed to an aide who took the hollow gesture of goodwill to be stored with the hundreds of others handed to the Chancellor throughout the evening. While the credits would make their way to the northern systems affected by the Brotherhood’s continual march toward Coruscant, the credits themselves weren’t important to the donar.

They were here for one thing - access to Coruscant’s political elite.

“Can we get, yes, someone else?” Tithe asked his aides. The sizes of the donations seemed to be decreasing the further down the receiving line he went, quickly reducing his return on investment. His time could better be spent working the room.

With a Committee Chair roped in to take over his duties, Tithe was released. He quickly was joined by Rieki, who had already walked the crowded gala and identified the most profitable guests with her usual efficiency. The event had brought all manner of business interests to 500 Republica to lay the founding for future ventures. Word that the Alliance was turning its attention to reconnecting the southern system was spreading fast. That probably had something to do with Tithe’s office privately backgrounding friendly journalists.

“But first, a drink,” he explained, pausing as he looked around for a serving droid.

 

[Auteme]

Ryv
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"You- you don't know that," she said, paling. She'd seen death many times before, even led others into places she knew might be deadly; this was the first time someone had told her in advance. To her, that just meant she'd been given a chance to change things.

"I know the Force- shows us things that seem real. And I know it's tempting to be fatalistic about it, and I know how- how you are, with this sort of stuff, but it isn't that way, and- and- it's not sure. You're here, so it's not gonna be that way."

 

[Ryv]

Ryv knew different. He'd wrestled with the meaning of these visions for years. He searched the Force for answers. His studies took him to forgotten temples and hermitic masters, where he believed a solution to the burning question could be found. No one told him differently. It all seemed far too real, too simple for anything more than a foretelling of his fate.

He made peace with his reality. Death was on the table from the moment he took up the saber and continued training so many years ago.

"Alright, alright," Ryv relented before he could truly begin. He couldn't expect her to take doom at face value like that. Her hope was what made her beautiful, made her shine in his eyes.

"If we can figure something out, I'm not against it. But I can't ignore what I've seen. Fossk is out there, plotting, waiting for his chance to strike again. We've played his game for years, and we're losing," he took a deep breath to calm himself. That lingering shame came close to surfacing once again, but he forced it down. Not here. Not now.

"I don't think anyone else can beat him, Auteme. It's like I know him... that unyielding push to prove himself to the galaxy in the quest to achieve his goal. That feeling, it fueled me for so many years. Hell, I lost myself to it. I lost everything to it," his hand tightened around hers, the idea of losing her touch in that moment unbearable.

"We're the same, him and I."

Auteme | Darth Solipsis​

 

[Bayaz]

Elena Lowe

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Pelted by snowballs launched from handheld cannons that were made for war was not the way he thought he'd go out. Yet as he fell to the ground from his stool and instinctively flipped the table on its side he wondered if it would be how these cadets met their end. The balls hit the table with thuds and splats.

"Rail!" he heard someone call, and a blaster, or rather what had been made to look like one, landed in his lap. He looked up in surprise to see three marines sliding tables down and getting ready for a fight.

"Marines, Howlrunner!" A little difficult considering there were only three of them, but they got the gist. "KTF."

"KTF" They responded. One popped over his table and started shooting rounded snowy death on the cadets. Tossing a few hand signs Rail and the other Marine scuttled across the floor towards the barrier between the observing space and the open wall into the sim field. Draw their fire, move to flank.

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[Lao Pak]

Coruscant - 500 Republica - Life Day Charity Gala

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"Lao Pak LOVES the Holidays!" And he did. Probably one of the only times he would speak the honest to goodness truth all night. He gave the serving droid a smile as he took a Chandrilian wine flute off its tray. He was appropriately dressed for a Life Day event. His hair was combed, Life Day swagger in full swing, and even his droid was in festive cheer with a Life Day hat and red cloak on. Did he run or own a business? No. Did he have a lot of money? Yes. Did he use his money to gain connections and find a dignitary with too much dirt under his pillow and use it to snatch his invitation to the event?

Also yes.

"MMMMmmmmmMm! This is the finest thing in life you know L9?"

"But sir, you could purchase several cases of this wine with-"

"It not about being ABLE to purchase. Its about being able to take it and no one care! Its free!" He took a small plate of some sort of fancy hors-d'oeuvre and tossed it into his open mouth. He grimaced.

"Ah. Yes, I can see the emotion on your face now. Free expensive items are...Distasteful to the palate." Lao Pak swatted at his droid companion and swallowed in defiance. What was that? He wasn't sure, but he hoped he wasn't allergic.

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[Dracken Pryce]

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Despite no longer being in the military Pryce spent most of his time at these sorts of functions with his old pals in the Admiralty. At functions like this, where he was expected to mingle with anyone other than the military, he couldn't help but gravitate towards a world he knew. The world of politics was still fresh and dangerous for him. Say the wrong thing at the right time and suddenly people who you've been working with towards a goal for weeks suddenly stopped responding to messages and inquiries while a new crop of people begin to flood your inbox.

It was stressful.

But probably not as stressful as seeing the person who had promised to watch over your kids partying it up with the rest of the uper crust of Coruscant. But he knew those montrals anywhere. Osarla Ridor . Jedi and Captain in the 222nd. She'd saved his life and the life of his men more times than he could count during the war. He'd stepped out, she'd stepped up. Maybe she deserved a little chance to let loose. But she'd also said...

"Ridor, I thought Jedi didn't break their word." He whispered as he sidled up next to her.

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[Mylo Thorne]

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LOCATION: TRAINING GROUP, GADF SPACE STATION, SOUTHERN FRONT
TAGS:
Bayaz Elena Lowe

"Duck cadets!" There was an air of light-hearted euphoria that filled the sim-hall of the GADF Space Station. A light haired young man of around seventeen or eighteen, rolled into pristine snow. Whipping out two pistols, he sent out a wave of fire towards the maines letting out a chuckle as he shot. But instead of blaster rounds from tibanna, it fired out balls of the same snow that carpeted the ground.

He was greatful for the rest, at least for Life Day. Back home, Life Day was never a big occassion. There were the usual presents, but his mother Qatarine was either too busy on a shoot, or his father doing an interview or something offworld, so he ironically barely ever saw them on this day of family. The only time he could remember the family sitting down to Life Day celebrations was when he was eight, but that had been quickly interrupted when his father had to leave for a competition on Alsakan. It was safe to say, there had been a siginifcant disttance between the family after those incidents.

But here, it was different. It truly felt like a celebration, a gathering of friends. Not as the obligation that he had become used too. Mylo ducked, as a snowball skimmed his head. One haphazard roll later, he was at the cadets' position, ready to help them. "Right people any plans?" The rookie pilot asked with a cheeky green plastered on his face.

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

OBJ I - Your Presents Is Requested​

Tags: Aerarii Tithe

Isla spotted him, the Chancellor, walking the room and looking about as if he was missing a drink, oh dear little droids, someone get him a drink before you get promoted to waste extraction, she smiled to herself as she walked up to him, grabbing a fine looking glass for herself and an extra, to help with introductions.

"Chancellor Tithe, you are looking thirsty, may I?" and she handed him the still bubbling glass of champagne "If I had been in such a panic, watching you suffer without a glass I would have checked your preffered tipple, but I hope this will tide you over until the droids wake up" she attempted to kiss his cheek as a greeting but would take a hand if offered. She hadn't seen him for a while and had only met him briefly previously but she hoped he would recognise her from diplomatic relations.

"The Ashlan Crusade would like to extend their best Lifeday wishes to you and yours, the party is lovely. I apologise for leaving my oversized cheque in my showing off dress, I will make sure the credits go towards a good cause, my fleet are in deep discussions with building a humanitarian union with a foundation belonging to one of your Senators. Once you are refreshed, I would love to see if the rumours of your skills on the dance floor were true?" She had heard nothing of his skills either way on the dance floor, but it might be enough to tempt him, either to show off, or to prove some imaginary detractor wrong.

 

[Ishida Ashina]

ABOVE CORUSCANT | PROSPERITY | EN ROUTE TO MAIN GATHERING
Bernard of Arca

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After a brief, unplanned run-in with Master Hortula and exchanging well-wishes, Ishida resumed the story of the differences between what she was experiencing for the first time, versus Ashina’s usual take on the intergalactic holiday. On Atrisia, called Bunka no Hi. It was as if the run-in with the Ithorian had never happened, the way she smoothly transitioned back to what she’d been saying earlier —

“And I wanted to be prepared for what to expect…” The eventual explanation was close. Close enough that the edges of her red-painted mouth were mischievously curled. Still, she feigned innocence and rolled her shoulders into a shrug and let her silvery stare slither over the embossed bronze walls of the hallway. In the halls of healing, the figures had been sages, healers, wise-Jedi that were honoured for their practice. Near the sparring arenas were ancient Jedi renowned for their dedication to the blade, and their excellence with forms they called their own. Here, in the main walkways leading toward the main gathering area where the feast was to be hosted, were traditional heroes. Outlines of strong-jawed Kenobi, gentle-eyed Tano, wrinkled Yoda. At the feet of these heroes, three or four younglings were crouched over loud, crunching wrapped boxes. Hurriedly untying the ribbons around them and digging into the contents with excited giggles.

“Naturally, I wanted to stay somewhat current, referencing just before the official start of the Stygian Campaign, I think...give or take a bit.” She reached into her pocket and pretended to dig around for a small, palm-sized disc. She knew exactly where it was.

“These events were well documented...”

She tugged on Bernard’s arm to get him to stop and stand with her, just off to the side of the hallway so as not to interrupt anyone else. Between two fingers, she presented the projector before flattening it against her hand and letting the image manifest between them.

Her overjoyed face glowed behind the blue silhouette of a foot-high Bernard of yore in a pointed hat and striped tights. He was younger then, his hair longer, his posture prouder and grouchier, his boots jinglier.

 

[Osarla Ridor]

YOUR PRESENTS IS REQUESTED | CORUSCANT| GALA
Dracken Pryce

"Admi—" she caught herself, the words a little slippery on her tongue, accredited to the red, bubbling cocktail in her hand. When she moved to greet the former navyman at her side, the ice clinked against the glass.

When she'd first arrived, she'd been as stiff as the drink and had depended on two or more (maybe a habit inherited from Yenna ) to make her movements feel more fluid in this environment without her typical armour. "Senator Pryce."

"Ridor, I thought Jedi didn't break their word."

As if on cue, somewhere just behind a life day orb that had been suspended on one of the lowest rung of branches on the impressively mammoth tree dropped to the floor. Right at the feet of two children who immediately look Osarla's way, and she looked theirs. Three pairs of eyes met and she shook her head while the boy stooped to scoop up the orb and check it for any damage.

"It's not my word that's broken..."

She grinned once she could see one of the kids had hung the ball back up on the tree and were cautiously navigating back out of sight. Not to worry. They were helping test a new tracking prototype. Subtle, without their knowledge.

"And you didn't say these were the kind of parties you went to nowadays. Every day the change makes more and more sense."

 

[Dorian Sevanar]

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O P E R A T I O N_B L A C K W I N G
Chapter 2 : Life Day Negotiations

FINAL DAWN
CORUSCANT , CORE WORLDS
DISGUISE (Minus the Imperial Medallion)

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Dorian Sevenar walked into the venue of the Life Day Charity Gala for the Northern Refugee Settlement Fund. It was the first time Sevenar had been to Coruscant since the collapse of the Core Imperial Confederation over a decade during his days as an Admiral within the Core Imperial Navy. Now he was here on official business as Adam Versili , the CEO of the Intergalactic Shipping Collective with the goal of establishing official ties with the Galactic Alliance and securing a place within Chancellor Tithe’s proposed SILK Trade Road. It was the first step in the Final Dawn’s overall plan in expanding it’s influence within former Confederate Territory especially within the territories the Alliance might have already set it’s eyes on such as Fondor , Thyferra , Mechis III and Bestine IV.

As he walked around the venue greeting other wealthy aristocrats and business men that made part of the Alliance’s Political Elite , Sevenar spotted the Chancellor who was bing approached by Blonde Female , an individual he recognized as Grand Admiral and Minister of Defense Isla Draellix of the Ashlan Crusade. While it seemed that they were already in a conversation , the CEO decided to approach the Chancellor and Grand Admiral seeking to formally introduce himself within the Galactic Alliance. It was a good thing no one knew who he really was as this disguise of his was good enough to fool even the SIA who as far as Sevenar was concerned were still unaware of the existence of the Politorate and he wished to keep things that way to ensure that his mission could proceed as smoothly as possible. This meeting was critical for Operation Blackwing and should his mission be a success , the Final Dawn maintained their foothold within the Confederate Inner World long after the Galactic Alliance had brought them into the fold.

Thus the Director-Admiral began approaching both Tithe and Draellix ready to introduce himself to both of them. “Chancellor Tithe. Grand Admiral” The Director-Admiral began hoping to gain their attention. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything. My name is Adam Versili , CEO of the Intergalactic Shipping Collective, it's a pleasure to meet you. On behalf of my Corporation I'd like to extend our best Life Day Wishes to both you and the people of the Galactic Alliance and Ashlan Crusade along with a nice little donation for the Resettlement Fund. It’s sad to see that so many people are displaced from their homes at this time of the year, some who might have been separated from their loved ones by the carnage brought forth by the Maw. I can’t imagine what these people are going through. At Least they’ll have a roof on their head and a means to survive this traumatizing conflict.” The Director-Admiral said in a sincere tone.

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Directly Interacting with | Aerarii Tithe | Isla Draellix-Kobitana
Nearby | Dracken Pryce | Osarla Ridor | Lao Pak | Seto Du Couteau ​

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[Auteme]

Ryv
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"You're not."

She shook her head. "You said it yourself -- you used to be that way, to be consumed by that need. Ryv," she said, the force of her voice compelling him to look at her, "you are so much more. You don't need to define yourself in opposition to Solipsis, or even by your similarities. You're you, and-" she choked on the last thought, and left it unsaid.

She placed her other hand on his.

"Just- I want you to be safe, you know?"

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

YOUR PRESENTS IS REQUESTED
500 REPUBLICA // CORUSCANT

Isla Draellix-Kobitana | “Adam Versili” Dorian Sevanar

“My dear, as radiant as always,” Tithe replied, offering a kiss on each cheek before accepting the drink from the Grand Admiral. “The generosity of our dear Ashlan friends warms my heart.” That the Alliance had lost its closest ally in the NIO, leaving the Crusade their most reliable partner, was of more interest to Tithe than the credits they had provided.

“Yes and how are things in the Caldera?” He’d had extensive dealings in the galactic northeast where the Ashlan Crusade resided, both in his private life and in the service of the Sith Empire. Had Tiss’sharl not been claimed by any ally, Tithe would have personally razed the planet after the end of the Stygian Campaign. Those business savvy therapods had cost him dearly.

An unfamiliar CEO approached Tithe, which intrigued him. There were few in the galaxy in the business world who he didn’t know. If a face was unfamiliar either they were small-time or had chosen to stay out of the public life, for better or worse. The platitudes of Versili were along the lines of those made but every other donor tonight, who were all quick to declare the donation to the Galactic Alliance Monetary Authority as a tax deduction.

Was this Versili truly a selfless philanthropist, or just less vulgar than his colleagues?

“The less fortune to the north thank you for your, ah, magnanimity,” Tithe replied. “I must say my good man, your enterprise is unfamiliar to me. If you would care to indulge me, what is this Collective?"