[OSL] A Night to Relax

[Elijah Beckett]

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Location: Mid Rim - Monastery​

Leonasa​

It had been a few days since the events on Mandalore had finally reached its completion, and the OSL folks that had been there, had since made it back home. During the journey back however, Elijah had stirred up the idea of a party, or at least some type of social gathering. It had occurred to him that for quite a number of their people, the experience on Mandalore would’ve been their first, and as such could probably do with a break to just be able to relax. And he was saw the rest wouldn’t shake their head at the idea. So Elijah had brought up the subject to [member="Bethany Kismet"], with the initially idea of hosting in Sanctuary itself. Although [member="Michael Sardun"] had also been present, and a brief debate had broken out between the trio. It took a bit, but after some back and forth, a bit of side eye and a concern for security later; Elijah had relented and decided he’ll go and poke around the towns and villages once they were back on Monastery.

Jump forward some days and Elijah had found an ideal place; the town of Leonasa. Only mere hours after they had docked back home, he had set off from Sanctuary and wasn’t seen for the rest of the day. He did eventually come across the town, and its acting Mayor. The two had discussed a number of things, but the most important thing that had cropped up was that a local festival was going to take place in a couple days time. To Elijah it was perfect, and he quickly broached the subject of having the Sacred Lotus show up and take part. There had been some concerns on the Mayor's part. Elijah though had eased them away citing that his fellow Order members were all good people, a few interesting characters for sure, but overall weren’t going to cause any issues. And even there would be, he made sure that they’d take care of any that would crop up. With that, Elijah had returned back to Sanctuary with the good news, informing Kismet and ensuring that the word got out to everyone in the Order.

And tonight was the night, as the sun was beginning to set the Leonasa Festival was in full swing. Zonif Square was opened up to host the festivities, tables were set out with both food and drink; alcoholic and not. Which the local establishments kept stocked. A large fire had been constructed and lit, with a number of folks already dancing around it. Atop the stage; sitting behind the statue, was a band of local bards that were playing with various basic musical instruments, performing song after song for their audience. And high above; stringed between buildings were lanterns, all lit and shining down upon the festivities below. There was even a few market stalls open, with prospective merchants looking to sell some festival wares.

Elijah though, was sitting atop a half wall. He had a flagon in hand as he watched with a genuinely cheerful smile on his face, occasionally letting out an cheer and laugh as he watched Samuel attempting to woo one of the townswomen; the young lad already drunk off his head.

 

[Bethany Kismet]

"It was a good choice, Elijah, and a good idea."

Beth's voice sounded quietly from behind him. She stepped up, leaning her elbows on the half wall beside him, looking out at the festival.

"Everyone will have a great time."

It was well deserved- and much needed after Mandalore. They hadn't failed- but they hadn't succeeded they way they had hoped either. It had been too much, too soon. Optimism bordering on delusion in the case of her own task to herself. She recognized that now, and it served as a reminder of her limits.

The diminutive Jedi Master was dressed inconspicuously, but that wasn't anything new. Simple sleeveless tunic and leggings, soft boots, all in dove and tan. Long black hair was loose down to the middle of her back. Of course, somehow she'd found a vendor with piping hot tea, and a paper cup of the steaming tawny beverage was held loosely in one hand.

"Have you seen [member="Hal Terrano"] or [member="Michael Sardun"] ?" She asked, eyes scanning the crowd. She wasn't sure if either of them were actually coming or not.

There were other members of the Order scattered through the crowd, she was pleased to see. Giving every one a chance to relax, to get to know each other a little better in a more casual setting- these moments were important.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Elijah Henson"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

This has not been his idea.

In fact he had argued against it when it was brought up. But in the end Sardun had to be happy with half a victory - the fact that it was no longer planned around Sanctuary itself would have to be enough. He was aware that in the end this made him the sour grapes of the entourage, the stoic force that ruined things, but it was important to have a certain sense of order.

Security was not something to be played with.

Their position here wasn't strong yet and would not be for some time.

The plan had been to simply stay at the fringes, stand guard and vigil, ensure that the people having a good time would continue to do so. But one of his Journeymen, a Neti by the name of Olso Daa... was quite forceful with him. Apparently his companions finally decided that Michael had been working too hard and basically forced him to go and enjoy himself.

They would stand watch today in his steed.

A few grumblings here and there, but eventually Sardun accepted it and joined the party.

"Here." The Jedi Master responded as he joined Elijah and Beth from the crowd. "Bethany, Elijah."

He greeted with a nod, while studying that same crowd and the people within it. There was no frown to be found though and through the Force there was a mild amusement radiating from him.

"You have done well, Elijah. I hear the Mayor was quite charmed with your persuasive ways."

Very amused.

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Spoiler

Alright I'm gonna start tagging everyone so we can get some activity in this thread. If you have anything you want to talk about, please do so in the OOC Thread here.

Please do take part in this.

[member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Electroheart"] [member="Malok"] [member="Elisea Korrado"] [member="Quintus"] [member="Galen Adina"] [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Bonde We"] @Saint Monica [member="Lethia Morow"] [member="Lt. Sage"] [member="Mother Arg'garok "][member="Artyom Kirilov"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Nod Zaam"] [member="Solana Murphy"] [member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Samara Raine"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Amit Nykoan"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Caid Keller"] [member="Darren Shaw"] [member="Diana Veneris"] [member="Faith Highwind"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Jolyn Vahr"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Quintus"]

I apologize if I've missed anyone, if you know of anyone else that's not listed and should be, feel free to tag them in so they know.

Elijah had almost not heard [member="Bethany Kismet"] with how quietly she had spoken, especially so all noise that was around them. He peered to his side; looking towards her and smiled slightly.

"Thank you. And well, I couldn't just let the Order not have something like this after Mandalore." Elijah paused for a moment to take a sip from his flagon. "Back when I still had my team, we'd do something like this - much smaller scale though, whenever we had gotten through a particularly tough operation. Which at some points were unfortunately frequent."

It was probably a surprise for anyone that knew Elijah, to hear him actually; willingly bring up his painful past. Maybe it was the alcohol he had already consumed, or perhaps it was simply the good mood that seemed to radiate all around the festival.

"Haven't seen [member="Hal Terrano"] yet, though I think he said he'd try and make it at some point tonight." He went to continue, but stopped abruptly when [member="Michael Sardun"] made his presense known.

"Michael." He gave the man a nod, but then gave him a cross between a curious look and a glare. He could hear the amusement in Michael's voice.

"Me, persuasive?" He let out a dismissive snort, but had a joking glint in his eyes. "Nah. Though I will say, the Mayor certainly seemed to share similiar concerns to yours. I'd say you two would get along well."

 

[Andy Khor]

The music and the gathering was pretty quite for everyone to talk and spend a serene evening. After leaving the monastery and travelling around the galaxy, he had gained a little experience. Now he was back...

Hex was levitating by his side, carrying a couple of big crates. Andy had his helmet on listening to music, as it was the only way for him to use the force. With his two hands, another two crates were floating in front of him. He managed to get a free road for him and Hex to pass. The helmet was linked to Hex view, and with that, he could scan the whole place in a moment. At the moment he was wearing a jacket with black pants.

He got close to [member='Elijah Henson'] "Hi there. Where should i leave my DJ table and the amplifiers? Oh and at what time should i play?" "Sir i need to charge my battery. Got half an hour to go" "And a charger" said with a smile on his face.

[member='Michael Sardun'] [member='Bethany Kismet']

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

And tonight was the night, as the sun was beginning to set the Leonasa Festival was in full swing. Zonif Square was opened up to host the festivities, tables were set out with both food and drink; alcoholic and not. Which the local establishments kept stocked. A large fire had been constructed and lit, with a number of folks already dancing around it. Atop the stage; sitting behind the statue, was a band of local bards that were playing with various basic musical instruments, performing song after song for their audience. And high above; stringed between buildings were lanterns, all lit and shining down upon the festivities below. There was even a few market stalls open, with prospective merchants looking to sell some festival wares.

The drums bounced out a little rhythm, the pipes did their thing, and for the first time in quite a while, Mara felt like she was home. She'd spent a couple of years running a small castle on the hidden low-tech world of Kilia Four. Though Monastery was less martial and considerably warmer, its aesthetics clicked for her. She'd arrived in the Scar of Ilum, dressed local in Kilian attire, and spent a few days riding her pulka around the river valleys. The dialect wasn't nearly as outlandish as Kilian, and a Theran technique helped her assimilate it when necessary.

At a table under a bright awning, she drank the local beer alone, and toyed with the blue gemstone that hung around her neck. The stone's presence was more of a nervous tic than a call for attention; she hadn't contacted the Order of the Sacred Lotus so far. If the Kilian Rangers and the Wardens of the Sky and all her esoteric teachers had given her one lesson in common, it was this: judge Forcers by the people who live and work around them. Her Zeltron empathy had detected no unusually deep devotion like the Silvers often cultivated, or the more autocratic Rangers. Even this close to the Sanctum, she sensed full freedom of opinion, a range of outlooks among the townspeople. That boded well. Maybe tonight she'd approach someone from the Order and ask her questions. Maybe not.

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Jakkor did not know the OSL very well besides going on a mission to Mandalore with them to aid with civilians, he wished he could have done more but realized their would be other missions to help with those in need. That he found comfort as he felt that is what a being a Jedi meant serving the force, and to help with the innocent. He had come to the town of Leonasa where a festival was going on. Still dressed in his normal Tusken style Jedi robes, he had decided to take his wife [member="Viktoria Kess"] with him. He had not met too many people, and so spending time with his wife was always the next best thing.

He had walked to the town his arm around her, he had always enjoyed her company and so wanted to treat her with a few drinks, some dancing, maybe new people to talk to and force knows what else would come through the night. He remained calm in her embrace throughout the entire walk, as by the time they got to the town square many people were out smiling, dancing, feasting all around. Jakkor smiled underneath his mask in the face of such a calm atmosphere and so led his Wife into the bar with him.

 

[Zara Lianna]

Viktoria wasn't very well aquainted with the OSL, other than meeting a few people, such as [member="Bethany Kismet"] and many others, helping rebuild some of the Temples on Monastery. Viktoria wished she could have gone with her husband, [member="Jakkor Kess"] on the mission to Mandalore, but unfortunately, hearing about it had been a last minute decision and Viktoria decide to stay home and take care of her girls.

Now the couple were walking arm and arm with each other down to the town of Leonasa. Before they left, Viktoria had been sitting on the couch reading a book in sweatpants and a t-shirt, with a messy bun. It wasn't common for her to be dressed like this, it just felt like a lazy day. Then all of a sudden, Jakkor came over to her and asked her if she wanted to go to the party that going on in town. Viktoria had shrugged and decided that it wouldn't be a bad idea to go. Especially knowing what had previously happened with Mandalore.

Getting up from the couch, she went to their room and she put on one of her Jedi outfits. It was nothing fancy, but it was at least something nice that she could be seen wearing in public. She also quickly put up her hair, but since she wasn't doing anything crazy, like a mission and since it was cooler out, she only did a simple hairstyle to keep the hair out of her eyes.

As they walked into the town, the smell and light of a wood fire could be seen just ahead. Once they got to the area they could see people dancing and having a great time. Viktoria all of a sudden got really excited.

 

[Hal Terrano]

At the edge Zonif Square an Archivist appeared.

Not quite a social maverick (in fact, the stark opposite) Hal Terrano wasn't quite sure why he had come. He could, of course, understand the purpose of such an affair. A way of relaxing, socialising and a method of improving morale. At the very least, that much was understood and yet, on a personal level it completely eluded the incredibly serious man.

Music. Food. Drink. People.

It felt so far from the silent comfort of an archive, his preferred venue for any occasion.

Still, he had told [member="Elijah Henson"] that he would have come and if Terrano was anything, he was good for his word (and they were so often single syllable words). Although now that he had arrived, the man was suddenly at a loss for what to do. Was he supposed to interact with strangers? Or glue himself to the sides of [member="Bethany Kismet"] and [member="Michael Sardun"] for the duration of the evening?

A frown.

That didn't sound right.

Perhaps he would just observe. Yes, standing at the edge of processions with his arms folded across his chest sounded much more like it. Although, in the very act of simple and silent observance he would had evidently wasted approximately three hours of his time reading social guides and researching ice breakers. The man usually claimed that all knowledge is worthwhile...

...but why would you talk about the weather when you can look at the sky?

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Bethany smiled at [member="Michael Sardun"] as he joined she and [member="Elijah Henson"] at the wall. Sipping her tea as they chatted, her eyes scanned the crowd, picking out familiar faces. [member="Jakkor Kess"] and Viktoria Kess walking arm in arm. [member="Hal Terrano"] , there on the edges. Bethany stood up on her toes and waved, but she wasn't sure he saw her. [member="Andy Khor"] approached, and she smiled, taking a step back to let Elijah do his organizing thing.

It was good for him to have something to do that wasn't the same kinds of stress as.... she frowned ever so slightly, a thoughtful expression on her face as she watched him talk to Andy for a moment. So much potential there, but so much holding him back. Hopefully time, time and this place, would help him find it path forward.

Glancing up at Michael, she cast her eyes significantly in Hal's direction.

"Come on, someone needs a nudge," she said with a slight smile before starting to thread her way through the crowd.

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

 

[Kahne Porte]

Laughter,kisses,dancing,music....good people. Kahne had travelled far and wide during his time as a Jedi and even before during his times at war and had never found the kind of peace that he found here. The doctrine and what higher ups were doing here was something of a true and peaceful nature. The Jedi Master had never seen such peace and tranquility until his arrival here. Dressed rather comfortably minus a few things around his neck and face. Kahne was sitting underneath the tree back against it, with one leg extended outwards another bent up close. His left arm resting on the knee that was bent up and his right resting across his stomach.

The Jedi smirked lightly as his head bobbed every so lightly in tune with the music, the hat he was wearing that hindered his vision just so. He wondered where [member="Samara Raine"] was, he assumed she was conversing with the crowds. Kahne hoped she was enjoying herself as much as she allowed herself too. He had hoped that she would break free and start flying soon, it took a little more time with some though. The Master was perfectly fine with that, she needed more time and he would help her as much as he could.


He had met few people since his arrival, Kahne normally tended to stick to himself at the present time. Choosing his own nature then conversing at least for now. However those faces that he did know and meet he caught with his eye, as much as he could see. It was the biggest surprise he could have ever received knowing that his old Master, Bethany Kismet was here. He trusted her when he was a Padawan, Knight and then Master. Kahne still did to this day, that wouldn't ever change. He seemed fitting that he follow her again, in what she was building and had already built.

However after that a familiar essence seemed to make its way towards Kahne. The Jedi cocked his head to the side, Ale?

Interesting...

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Hal Terrano"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Elijah Henson"]

Sardun followed Beth's gaze and found Hal quite easily over the crowd.

Sometimes his height was definitely a plus. It seemed that Hal had made it to the party, but was doing that thing he often did, which was settle him down at the fringes of the event. Then simply observe calmly without actually trying to involve himself with it. Which was a shame, because he sat next to the archivist when he had been practicing his jokes.

They were pretty funny.

"Right you are." He replied calmly, before giving a nod to Elijah and then stepping up behind Kismet to Hal. Not that Michael could really blame Terrano for this.

If it had been up to him, he would have been standing right there next to him.

Just holding vigil and leaving the merry-making to those who knew what they were doing.

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Alexandra walked across a grassy area carrying two mugs of ale to where [member="Kahne Porte"] had settled himself under a big tree. The Jedi Master, his padawan, [member="Samara Raine"], and her had come together to the festive gathering that was hosted by the Order of the Sacred Lotus. The mechanically-inclined pilot just happened to be on planet visiting her long time lover. Alleycat was always up for a good party being a flygirl at heart so here she be.

It was too good of an invitation to refuse. Alex liked what she'd seen so far of the newly established group of like minded people. The former Rogue Leader was tired of warring just for warring sake. It was nice to see an organization truly believe in peace and helping others.

The village town of Leonasa was very quant. It reminded the Taanabian of some of the rural areas of her homeworld, though here on Monastery she found the green was much more lush and vibrant in color. Most of all though, there was a serenity never felt before. It was a comforting feeling that boosted Alexandra's hopeful aspirations.

A sweet smile graced the brandy eyed brunette's face as she approached the dark-haired Master Jedi looking all relaxed enjoying the folk music provided by the locals. She was dressed in her new spacer attire minus the hydrospanner that was usually attached to the leather utility belt slung low off her shapely hips, saying goodbye to the Force awful rebel orange flight suits of old.

"What?! Can't celebrate without a little something to cheer with," Alex smirked, then handed a frothy mug of dark amber liquid to Kahne, then she sat down beside him under the tree, leaning back against the wide trunk, crossing long legs over at her booted ankles.

"Thanks again for inviting me. I'm glad to be here with you," she said, flashing a warm smile over at the Jedi Master, then the mug was lifted to her cherry-flavored balmed lips for a sip. "Kinda feels like a little piece of home."

[member="Elijah Henson"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Viktoria Kess"]

 

[Samara Raine]

When the trio got to the gathering for the Order of the Sacred Lotus hosted in the rural town of Leonasa, Samara excused herself to let her master, [member="Kahne Porte"], and his lady friend, [member="Alexandra Russo"], have their space, then the teen wandered around the village square where the celebration was set up. There was so much to see, hear, smell, taste and feel... The padawan's senses were working on overtime. There was joy, sadness, longing, regret just to name a few of the emotions floating around from the crowd in the Force. There was something else too, a common entity woven in the fabric, but it was illusive to the young Jedi though positive in nature. Time would perhaps have it present itself, until then enjoying the festivities would have to do.

The honey blonde had left her colarbone-length hair down instead of wearing it back in a ponytail as usual, leaving the golden tresses to pillow upon the shoulder's of her tan-colored Jedi robes. Brown leather boots clicked along the river stone pavers as Samara weaved in and out of the partiers in search of something to eat. The Jedi teen was always hungry and could eat most anything and still stay on the slim side.

Coming to a table that had slices of cake set out on individual flimsi plates, Samara took the one that had chocolate frosting, grabbing a plastoid fork and napkin to go with it, then she stepped over to where the musicians were playing an upbeat tune and sat down on a bench. She took a bite of the dessert, a yum look coming to her fair face as the sweet treat was chewed, then the socially timid padawan reached into a pouch on her utility belt and pulled out a datapad. If anyone were to happen by and notice, her slate blue eyes would be glued to the screen while shoveling in more bites of the cake; a booted foot tapping to the music as well while sitting there by herself.

[member="Elijah Henson"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Hal Terrano"]

 

[Elisea Apollodor]

Leonasa was a quaint town, as quaint as any Elisea supposed as she walked from the Water Wheel carrying a little Leoquae in her hand. As she looked up at the lights that were strung around Zonif Square she smiled. While not as eloquent or grand as Avalonia, she could admire the simplistic nature of the town, and as she headed for the square Elisea watched the people coming to and fro. Kiffars, Togrutans, Bothans, Atrisians, and so many others wearing clothes that had been spun from the flax grown here. The brunette brought her hand held snack to her lips and took a bite. Red bean filling surrounded by a sweet rice cake made it so delicious, they had nothing like this back home. The closer she got to the square the more she could see, dancing, music and plenty of joy to be had. Mandalore had been a lesson to learn, a lesson in facing your fears or so at least Elisea gathered recalling the times she crawled on debris riddled floor, jumped out of a perfectly good ship.

Finishing up her snack, Elisea dusted her hands against one another and stepped into the square. Wearing a simple red and white gown. The Avalonian surveyed her surroundings and she noted a familiar face in both [member="Bethany Kismet"] and [member="Elijah Henson"]. Sadly she could not, or at least did not spot [member="Valae Kitra"] in the crowd and the others were strangers to her and so she took a deep breath and walked toward another vendor that was preparing a hardy snack. A type of breaded meat snack that was made right before your eyes, at least for now and then maybe she could crawl toward the Nailed Horn for a good mug of the local brew.

 

[Elijah Beckett]

"Andy." He said simply, taking a sip of his drink. "I believe the bards have already been going for over and hour or two now so...I think they'll probably be having a break soonish, that'll be your time to take over until they're rested up. For now though, just put your stuff by the stage." Elijah hummed in thought, wondering where he could get a charger of all things. Then an idea struck him.

"Samuel!" He let out a short whistle, knowing it would get the young man's attention. Samuel at first was quite reluctant so part ways with his lady friend; even if were only for a short time. There was some whispers and giggling before Samuel finally walked over.

"Whaddup boss?"

"Remember that Holocamera we were going to use?"

"Oh yeah, you want to get it up and running now?"

Elijah shook his head. "Nah, another time perhaps. But I do believe we also brought a charge station, where did we put it?"

Samuel scratched his head a bit, thinking. Then he looked around and pointed off to a building; where there was a group of crates stacked up.

"It's over there I think, we had the other guy's haul the crates. Can I go back now?"

Elijah just gave a small nod, and the young man was immediately gone and back to dancing. With that, he looked at [member="Andy Khor"]. "Hopefully it's the right charger for Hex."

He hadn't even realised [member="Bethany Kismet"] and [member="Michael Sardun"] had walked off until he saw the latter in his peripheral vision give him a nod before he was off with Bethany towards [member="Hal Terrano"]. And now with Andy gone, Elijah was left to his own devices as he gazed around at the familiar faces he could pick out.

He saw the husband-wife duo of [member="Jakkor Kess"] and [member="Viktoria Kess"] as they entered the town. Elijah's thoughts immediately drifted to Yuna and the might-have-beens and a dark part of his brain wished he was back on Mandalore so he could be distracted from those kind of thoughts.

Next his eyes fell on [member="Kahne Porte"] and [member="Alexandra Russo"], he frowned briefly not recognising the two. But he quickly recalled that Monastery had a few new arrivals since he had ventured off and been busy setting this party up.

Hmm, didn't he have a Padawan with him? Elijah's eyes drifted around until he spotted [member="Samara Raine"] minding her own business with her datapad. Ah that's probably her.

He caught sight of [member="Elisea Korrado"] as the young woman stepped into the square and looked around. As her eyes passed over him, he gave her a welcoming nod.

And finally as Elijah tipped his tankard to his lips; drinking the last of its contents, his eyes fell on [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]. He frowned at her though not necessarily because he didn't recognise her; well that was also part of it. But as he watched he felt something, not a bad thing but it was still something.

Elijah grumbled to himself realising it was the Force being an annoyance. He went to drink again only to realise that he had only just emptied it not half a minute ago. With a bit of reluctance to move from his spot, Elijah pushed himself off the wall and made a quick round about the square; refilling his tankard as he did so. Though instead of going back where he had originally been, he instead ended up at Mara's table, taking seat opposite her.

"So, have you been enjoying yourself so far?"

 

[Hal Terrano]

This was definitely not his cup of tea.

His eyes shifted, moving from one unknown face to the next as he stood static in a world of strangers. His reclusive nature left him at such a stark disadvantage that all instinct told the man that he needed to turn on his heel and leave immediately, return to the peaceful confines of the archives. However, he was so painfully aware that his presence here was almost important. Not in any sense of duty, but just so he could be...well...present.

If he kept to himself all the time then he would have fast become a myth within the Lotus. There would be tales of the monastic librarian who may or may not have even existed. Socialising was good. Talking was good.

Apparently.

Terrano remained perfectly oblivious to the approaching welcoming party until they were practically stood before him. Michael and Bethany. Even in his own limited imagination he could picture them dragging him into some variation of traditional dance with the locals. A horrifying concept at worst, and completely and utterly ridiculous at best.

Apprehension writ large upon his stony features Hal looked to the smaller woman, before casting his gaze upwards to the man.

“Hello.”

Truly he was the very essence of charisma released into the wild.

“The weather is suitable for this event.”

Oh Force.

“There should be no need for coats until much later.”

Why weren't they stopping him?

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[member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Michael Sardun"]

 

[Andy Khor]

With that he would be on his way. Hex moved at his pace "Sir...?" "Leave the crates and then you´ll have half an hour to charge" "Alright" With that being said, they reach the backstage. The problem he had learn at the beginning, was that every world had his own taste. A song could be banned or being lame. Depending on the region of a world in a system. Hex had it all downloaded, linked to the helmet for Andy to search and create his own playlist.

After leaving the stage, he accompany his droid to charge his battery "Remember to keep me away from alcohol. Its a disctraction i dont want" "I understand" in his way, he walked at third person, using Hex as his eyes from behind. It was cool and weird at the same time, seeing through another eyes. For now he would wait for the bards to end, then he would start.

[member='Bethany Kismet'] [member='Elijah Henson']

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Elijah Henson"]

And finally as Elijah tipped his tankard to his lips; drinking the last of its contents, his eyes fell on Mara D'Lessio Merrill. He frowned at her though not necessarily because he didn't recognise her; well that was also part of it. But as he watched he felt something, not a bad thing but it was still something. Elijah grumbled to himself realising it was the Force being an annoyance. He went to drink again only to realise that he had only just emptied it not half a minute ago. With a bit of reluctance to move from his spot, Elijah pushed himself off the wall and made a quick round about the square; refilling his tankard as he did so. Though instead of going back where he had originally been, he instead ended up at Mara's table, taking seat opposite her. "So, have you been enjoying yourself so far?"

Normally, the question would have gotten a glib and automatic answer, maybe a quip. Instead she just took a long slurp of the local beer and leaned back. The wooden chair groaned at the awkward angle. "Not sure I really came for a good time," she said after a bit. He had ten years on her, maybe more, but something boyish about his haircut made her see him as a peer of some kind.

On the off chance he was a Lotus guy, she stretched out to the Force in a certain very specific way and felt a hint of what she sought. A Jedi, then, or close enough, but probably not a Master.

"Then again," she said slowly, "I'm open to persuasion. I heard the Sacred Lotus was going to show up tonight. I was hoping to take a look at them. Seems I'm being looked at instead. Accurate?"

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Elijah didn't even touch his drink for a minute or two, he just looked at the woman with an odd look; a raised eyebrow. Unsure whether there was a misunderstanding or if she was pulling his leg. But the fact she was looking at him, as if sizing him up settled the decision in Elijah's mind. That and even if he was actively interested in that, he generally went for those around his age. At least he assumed the woman seated in front of him was younger.

He smiled, brought the tankard up to his lips and took a healthy sip of it. When he pulled it away, Elijah chuckled and shook his head.

"You're certainly a lovely lady, but I was actually asking how your were enjoying this festival-party thing? Music good? Drink good?" He brought his own to his lips again emphasising his point, taking another large sip.

"I mean personally I've very eh about it, though I guess that comes with having actually arranged it. Like anything one creates, stare at it long enough and you start picking out the problems - what could've been done better."

Elijah's eyes lingered away from Mara, and stayed there for a few seconds before returning. It was fairly clear what was on his mind had nothing to do with the party.

"Anyway, you said you wanted to speak to the Sacred Lotus?" He paused a moment to spread his arms open lazily. "Well you're looking at one." He pulled his arms back in and promptly drank some more.

"Elijah Henson, at your service. Jedi Padawan and Teacher."

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]