Public Party in the Zeltron Capital! (SJO Paddy Pack!)

[Kat Decoria]

Outfit: Jacket with this dress

After the rough trip to Toydaria, the ever growing presence of the Sith and the hard Jedi training, the Padawans needed a break. Time to let off steam and enjoy themselves, and what better planet to go visit to let off steam than Zeltros!? It was the party world from what Kat had learned, she was super eager to visit and meet other Zeltrons. She was hoping that going might offer her some insight into Kyra's behaviour since the Life Day party. She fiddled with her jacket, it was new and a little tight on her but she enjoyed the style and it was definitely improvement over her older one. The dress underneath was simple and black but she didn't mind that. Her shortish hair was fringed over her left eye, she had some dark make up and loop earrings. Kat looked very different to her normal, slightly oiled mechanic self, now she looked very much like a typical Echani and almost like a model.

Stepping off the ship that flown the Padawans to Zeltros, Kat looked around the place. The air was intoxicating, it was almost like she was on a high instantly due to the pheromones that were heavy on the planet. Kat looked at the other Padawans and jumped somewhat excited to have a big break. "Oh, which club should we go to first?" Kat asked, her body language was very different, not the usual shy self that Kat was around others, this was a bubbly and energetic Kat that wasn't being self-conscious about her appearance. Her fishnet stockings showed off her metal legs, demonstrating a confidence in her legs that she didn't normally have.

Hopefully, they would find some interesting people to meet and talk with, maybe even dance!

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Outfit: Black leather flight Jacket and jeans.

To say that he was a bundle of nerves was an understatement. For most of his life, Aaran's day to day activities consisted of hard manual labour. Early rising to tend to many of his duties as a farmhand.Time to be spent on frivilous things was often in short supply. But, he never complained. The work he did was honest. And the presence of his family had always been a comfort. Ever since joining the Order. It had been more of the same. Discipline, hard work and training. Nothing he ever particularly complained about simply because it was all he knew.

That, and the Order was teaching him how to use supernatural powers. That alone was a great deal more interesting than farmwork.

But now he was out of his depth. Not only had he found himself dragged along on an outing to an unknown planet. But he also found himself surrounded by his own peers. That was enough to create an almost comical sight of the bulky, heavily muscled Padawan retreating into himself. Attempting to minimise his frame in an effort to avoid anyone drawing him into a conversation. And it was all for the simple reason that Aaran Tafo did not have much experience in dealing with people of his own age. While naturally friendly, he had simply never gone out of his way to interact with his fellow Padawans. And so the young man found himself bereft of the needed social experience of someone his age..

Stepping off the ship behind Kat Decoria . The larger Padawan shrugged sheepishly. "I uhh. Never been here before. What's a good thing to do around these parts?" He asked aloud, finally screwing his courage to the sticking point and attempting to initate conversation with any of the other Padawans.

 

[Sanni Ni]

[Outfit: These robes, but the hood has holes for Sanni's montrals.]

Just recently made an apprentice. Sanni Ni was rather nervous to meet those who joined the Padawan ranks before her. Sanni desired to make those social connections, but she felt so insanely nervous over it. Especially nervous, since this was Zeltron Part Land. She heard it was a place for the foolish, and Sanni honestly disliked parties. They were too loud. Nonetheless, she was here. To connect with those she would learn and fight against.

Wearing more fanciful robes than usual, she walked towards the food table at the corner of the party area and placed a meat and cheese appetizer in her mouth. She was from a carnivorous species after all! As the party started to fill with guests, she felt that coming here was a mistake. In a nervous manner, she kept eating off the meat and cheese platter.

 

[Kirieth]

Outfit: Padawan tunic and trousers without robes.

It felt an age since she had last stepped on to a planet like this, but most of the time when she and her master went to a city world, it was to the slums. Where dirt and other substances of disrepute were common. So Kirieth was a little bit curious about the outing other padawans were going on. It was to a planet called Zeltos or something. Sounded like a cereal.

The ship they were on eventually landed, causing Kirieth to almost fall over due to the slight impact, forgetting to actually sit down. She usually bonked her head onto something, but luckily there were only a few walls, the ground and ceiling around her, so she only grazed her head on the former. “Ow…” she muttered, rubbing her head that grown quite used to getting hit by now. She looked around for a moment, before realising she had to go with the others. She hurried along, checking she had her things. Tunic, check. Trousers, check, shoes, check. Credits, check. They were supposed to bring money, right? They were going to have fun, she wasn’t sure how much she could actually afford, though. Master Pongle had usually sent her to get stuff with money, but let her keep the excess on occasion. Okay, she had everything she was supposed to have. She thought.

She then hurried toward the exit. In her haste to catch up with the others, she banged her head on the door as it shifted out of her way. She paused, pain pulsating on the side of her forehead. Yep. There it was.

Moving down with the others. “Uh… Hi, I’m Kirieth! I... Feel a bit formally dressed.” she said sheepishly, looking at the others here, two of them were in jackets, the other a robe that made her feel a little bit better. She wasn’t sure if she knew anyone here yet. The air smelt a bit strange here, she felt as though she was being forced into fight mode. Which shouldn’t be right, this was just a fun outing, wasn’t it? She looked around. No threats seemed to be present. She sniffed the air again, feeling a bit light-headed. “This place is pretty strange...” she muttered to herself. She heard something about clubs and shuddered. Those usually weren't any good, but then again, it was Pongle who brought her to them to find out some things. Maybe the ones here weren't so bad? "What kinda clubs are there?" she asked curiously.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Outfit? People dress up to drink? (standard crimson lightsaber, black hilt.)

While outside Confederate Space, it was the policy of the Knights Obsidian to remain vigilant. Even within the umbrella of their allies' protection, the mandate remained to stay armed and ready for conflict wherever it may arise. It seemed like overkill to leave Golbah City for a drink, but Alkor wanted to go someplace where no one knew him.

It was hard when everyone except his brother wanted him gone. The ire bled into the Force and made his head ache. On Zeltron, the emotions ran high but they were always centered in euphoria and things that alienated disgust, hatred, and avoidance.

He disliked Zeltrons and their pheromones, but for once, he was thankful they existed as an outlet. Alkor entered the unassuming bar and found a seat at one of the seedier, darker corners. While the Jedi were in control, drugs became less rampant and the crime that existed dwindled to near nothing. It was a party destination, but it had become much more wholesome on the whole.

Or at least, on the surface.

Alkor knew how the black markets operated. He understood the criminal underworld. The ones dancing in the corner, whispering to each other weren't adorable lovebirds talking about some scandalous retreat they wanted to embark on. He could smell the spice. It wrinkled his nose.

He hated spice. He loathed what it did to people. But, Alkor Centaris was off the clock, and this wasn't his jurisdiction.

Instead of taking action, Alkor contentedly sipped his ale.

 

[Kat Decoria]

Aaran Tafo Sanni Ni Kirieth Alkor Centaris

Looking around, Kat was slightly gutted that she couldn't see Kyra around yet but she knew that the instant that Kyra smelt a Padawan party or anyone causing mischief then she would rush to join in on the fun. Looking at the people who had joined her, she smiled widely and looked around the area unfamiliar to her. She had never been to Zeltros before but she knew it was a party world and there would be something for a group, there were teens on Zeltros so she was sure there would be teen friendly clubs. Stretching and smiling widely, "the air is thick with pheromones, Zeltrons produce pheromones, tends to lighten a person's mood and much more agreeable. They can influence you in more seductive ways, which means you should be wary of being influenced into romance."

Looking at the many various clubs and bars that were open for them to explore, Kat paused as she tapped her chin, unsure which ones would be a good place to start. "Hmmmmmmm... That one!" Kat pointed at a nearby club that she saw others around their age enter and it seemed friendly with a good music selection thumping out. Gesturing to the other Padawans to join her as they entered the club, she was basically buzzing on the spot. Unable to resist the strong pheromones that were all around them. "There's the bar, a dance floor and a few arcade games going on!" Kat cheered as she headed to the bar and ordered herself a drink.

Obviously, this was going to be a great day out!

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura had followed slowly behind the group, getting lost for a second before running up to catch them. How in the universe the other had convinced her to come was beyond the Lervon. She may have gotten better with parties and socializing, but so far she only recognized Kat Decoria . Well, at least she knew someone. It also didn't help that she had gotten at least a coupe of stares already from the locals of Zeltron. One of the other Padawans then introduced themselves. Kirieth . Ura nodded, sill a bit nervous. "Hello. I'm Ura." She then heard her fellow Padawan mention the pheromones, which got Ura curious.

"I've honestly never been affected by pheromones, but I'm almost certain Kyra's tried to mimic the feeling with the Force." Ura continued to follow the others until they got to the club Kat had pointed to. It was nice. The arcade, for one reason or another, caught the Lervon's eye, and she slowly began to make her way over there. She'd stashed a few credits in her crystal mass, so she could get a few good games from it.

Aaran Tafo Sanni Ni Alkor Centaris