Public Partying at Rodia - (Open to All)

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Rodia - Nightclub
Outfit: Party Dress
Tag: Open

It was Summer and time for night out in Lily's mind. She was determined to celebrate the warmer weather, the good fortunes that had been going on and just a way to blow off steam. Lily always enjoyed a night out and having drinks with friends so she invited her friends within the Jedi and those she had gotten to know during her travels, those she had gotten to know and stated that she was heading to Rodia for a night out of drinking, partying and celebrating her friendships with them all. She wasn't sure who would turn up, if there would be people already at the club that she knew there by chance or if she would make new friends. Lily was just excited to have another night out with a big group. Previously, she had been out with friends on Eshan to a couple clubs and enjoying the company there. It was exciting and fun but Lily had spent the time since then focusing on her training more, dealing with the trauma she had faced in her fights against the Sith and the pressures of being the perfect warrior.

That was mostly behind her now. Lily was able to move forward with life and she was excited to move forward.

Arriving on Rodia, Lily headed to the hotel she was staying at to change into her evening wearing and get herself looking perfect for the night out. Lily breathed in deeply, thankful to be here and to being able to enjoy a night with no responsibilities or commitments. It was something that showed how much she allowed herself into getting burned out, pushed beyond the healthy limitations that her mind and body could handle. This was a chance to demonstrate she was ready to move forward, that she was committed to being healthier and kinder to herself. It was a new Summer and therefore Lily was seeing this as a chance to blossoming as her new self. To be thankful to her friends for their support as well as showing them that she was back to being her usual self, the person who would be there for them.

Once changed, Lily headed out of the hotel room and arrived at the club, there was an excited smile on her lips as she had made efforts to ensure that everyone had a fantastic night. Approaching the bouncer, Lily held a confident look, "hey, Lily Decoria, I booked the VIP section of the club for the night. I have potential guests and friends attending, they will give my name to get access to the VIP section." Lily mentioned, knowing that having a more private area to meet, talk as well as the main dance floor. It was an ideal opportunity.

The bouncer nodded his head as he let Lily into the club, who headed right to the VIP bar for a drink. Her heart racing with the excitement of dancing and enjoying her night tonight.

Hey folks, this is meant to be a fun, casual thread. No violence or causing issues. Hopefully everyone has a fun time and a chilled time!

 

[Kaelon Virex]

Kael Virex didn’t know a soul on Rodia tonight.
And that was exactly why he was here.

Sometimes the best cure for restlessness wasn’t solitude—it was anonymity. No obligations, no galactic drama, no familiar faces asking about the past. Just music, shadows, and the neon-flicker glow of possibility. And Kael was chasing all of it, one drink at a time.

The speeder ride from his rented hangar loft to the club had been quick, winding through the muggy Rodian night. He hadn’t even planned to go out until he heard a pair of Zeltrons in the spaceport talking about some Jedi—or ex-Jedi, or someone—renting out the VIP section of the hottest club in this part of the city. Private bar, open invites, big energy.

He could smell the chaos already.

Kael arrived outside the club, eyeing the line with a slow grin, the bass thumping like a heartbeat beneath his feet. His look was unassuming but sharp: dark charcoal button-up, sleeves rolled to the forearms, collar open just enough to show the necklace he always wore—an old ring threaded through black cord, weathered and worn. He didn’t dress like he was trying to impress, but somehow, he always did.

He slid past the waiting crowd with a lazy confidence, coming to a halt at the bouncer’s station.

“Let me guess,” the Rodian muttered, unimpressed. “You’re not on the list.”

Kael gave a smooth shrug. “Wouldn’t dream of lying to you, chief. But maybe you could let me buy the lady who is on the list a drink?” He nodded toward the guest registry. “Name’s Lily Decoria, right? Booked the whole top level? I think she might like meeting someone unexpected tonight.”

The bouncer blinked.

Kael added with a smirk, “I’ll behave. Probably.”

A long stare later, the bouncer sighed and let him through. “She tosses you out, it’s not my fault.”

Inside the club, Kael took a second to absorb the atmosphere—pulsing lights, hypnotic beats, bodies in motion. He made his way to the stairs, fingers gliding along the rail as he climbed up to the VIP lounge. The energy shifted up here. It was calmer, cooler. Reserved but not boring. Just the right spot for someone who wanted to watch the party before diving into it.

That’s when he saw her.

Lily.

She stood with an effortless glow—part Jedi grace, part pure, untamed joy. There was a kind of peace in her posture, the kind you only see in someone finally breathing again after a long time underwater. Kael paused, studied her for a second.

Then walked straight to the bar and ordered two drinks.

He slid one across to her without waiting for permission.

"Figured I'd introduce myself before the music gets too loud," he said with a crooked smile. "Name’s Kael. Not on your guest list. Hope that’s not a dealbreaker."

A beat.

"You looked like someone who deserved to be approached with a good drink and no expectations. Am I off the mark?"

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Rodia
Tags: Open
Clubbing outfit

It was nice to get away from the Temple. The peace and quiet. Being surrounded by lights, noises, people. It made Reina feel alive, even if she wasn't exactly in the VIP area. Maybe she'd make her way in there later, when there were more people she potentially knew. For now, she had claimed her grave for the tonight at the bar. Sure, she might have stopped drinking for answers, but that didn't mean she had stopped drinking full stop. It could be fun as she tapped the counter to get another drink. It was something fruity this time. Bubbly as well. She shrugged her shoulders, it wasn't like beggars could be choosers for their drinks.

With that, she turned her back to the counter and looked out towards the club, narrowing her eyes for a moment. The dancefloor was one place she was staying well away from. She valued her personal space too much to dance up amongst strangers that reeked of booze and sweat. That didn't stop her from watching a few of them dance as if they didn't have a single care in the world. They didn't care if they looked like an idiot, because they were having fun. It wasn't necessarily something she could fault for them if she was honest to herself. She couldn't dance like that. Move like that. She cared too much. She'd look like a right karking idiot dancing out there, especially with her prosthesis. Damned leg.

She just stood there, sipping away at her little drink. It didn't have the kick she was used to, but it tasted nice. A small little aftertaste of some fruit she didn't know the name of. Tonight seemed like it was going to be somewhat enjoyable, even if she didn't do much. She could just listen to the beat and people watch. It was time to see how many of her fellow Jedi let their inhibitions go when it came to partying. A small smirk flickering on her lips. That would be definitely fun to watch.​

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Lily Decoria //: Kaelon Virex //: Reina Daival //:
//: Dress //:

Being in High Republic space wasn't the plan for the young Echani Princess. She had wanted to avoid the territory, but their ships needed repair, and she had to go against her better judgment and seek aid in the territory of a potential enemy. Thankfully, outside the Blackwall and in more dangerous territory, she still had access to Echani ship signatures. This allowed her to use the weight of her royalty origins to her advantage.

They were stuck on Rodia for a few days while the ships were being repaired. This gave Echani a moment to let her hair down and explore the planet and its offerings.

One day, Rodia would be in her Empire, and they would flourish under her heel, bringing a slight curl to her lips. The idea of her Empire only brought joy, but it would be a journey - one that she had time for. The longer it took, the more complete it would be, and her rivals and her problems would fade away into the past.

When she was looking into what to do, the nightclub caught her attention. It would be an excuse for her to wear some of the prettier outfits she had brought with her. Diplomacy had a dress code, dancing and nightlife did not. Quietly thinking, she decided it would be more fun than sitting in her hotel room brooding over the extensive meetings she would get into once they left High Republic space.

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It didn't take long for the Echani princess to step through the VIP entrance of the club. Credits and reputation talked—and Quinn Varanin had plenty of both. Her face had graced enough fashion covers, and her name passed through enough aristocratic lips to make her presence felt when she arrived.

As she entered, the music pulsed through the floor, a deep beat that set the pace of the night. Heads turned. Whispers stirred beneath the rhythm, weaving around her like a current. Quinn walked with a confidence that echoed with each step. The crowd took notice, eyes tracking her movement like gravity had shifted in her favor.

She offered a cool and magnetic smile that was sharp enough to warn.

The club seemed to exhale and return to rhythm as she moved deeper inside, threading through the bodies that instinctively parted for her path. A few bold hands brushed near her as she passed, testing proximity. She let it happen. Let them dream.

But everyone knew—Quinn Varanin didn't chase attention. It chased her.

Knowing she was in Jedi space, Quinn's presence was dull, and the dark side non-existent. A skill she had mastered at a young age, hiding was key to her survival. While nowadays, she was strong enough to defend herself against anyone, it was still easier to blend in.

Leaning on the bar, she looked over at the options; everything was hard liquor or beer, which meant she couldn't get away with a glass of wine.

Biting her lip as she tried to decide, a drink appeared before her, causing the Princess to smile. The bartender, a handsome Echani with a jawline that seemed to be carved by the moon goddess herself, flashed the Princess a smile.

"On the house, my Princess," his voice velvet as he leaned on the bartop and pointed at the drink. "I remember from a royal party I worked at, Bespin Breeze, but with a little extra shuura since that's your favorite fruit."

Quinn was impressed. She remembered having to repeat the order a few times, but when an Echani stepped in, she never had to repeat herself again.

"Oh, I remember you." She smiled, took a sip of the drink, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Perfection as always." She nodded and slipped the man some credits as a tip.

He waved his hand, "Seeing that you're well, your highness was enough - just let me know when you want another one."

Quinn smiled and enjoyed the drink as she let her gaze wander to the nightclub patrons, glancing carefully at the red headed girl ( Reina Daival ) that was only a few people away from her.

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Rodia
Tags: Quinn Varanin
Clubbing outfit

She was enjoying the vibes far more than she thought she would. It was loud. Chaotic. That's what appealed to Reina the most. She liked the chaos, not to make sense of it, but to enjoy the waves it caused. Sure, maybe that wasn't too Jedi-like...but Reina wasn't entirely peaceful herself. There was a maelstrom of emotions that always were going on inside of her. Sometimes they were positive, sometimes negative. Right now? It was leaning towards a positive storm. She wouldn't say that she was necessarily happy, but Reina felt good at least. Sipping away at her little fruity cocktail until she felt a small breeze against the back of her neck. A sign from the Spirit of the Ocean, or in other words, the Force. Her gaze glanced across the nightclub for a moment, before she settled on a somewhat familiar sight...At least Reina thought they were familiar at first.

It was only after taking a closer look in Quinn Varanin 's direction did Reina realise that this Echani had both eyes. So it wasn't Everest. That made sense. Everest wouldn't wear a dress like that. Not that it was a bad dress. Black just didn't necessarily suit Everest in Reina's eyes. Her eyes glanced at the Echani's glass for a moment, raising an eyebrow before looking back at them. They seemed like they were meant to be someone important. That was easily apparent in the way the bartender seemed to keep attention. It was only then that Reina realised the bartender was also an Echani...Strange. At least she looked...nice. Well, better than nice but Reina didn't have the words for that as her eyes finally settled on Quinn's...

And she smiled in her direction, lifting her hand up in a small wave. She didn't know who they were, but it would be rude not to acknowledge them right? Of course, she was oblivious to any importance that Quinn might have had. Reina wasn't good at taking note of people who had high standing. You could have the Chancellor of the Alliance in front of her, and Reina still wouldn't have recognised them.

There was a part of her debating whether or not she should head over to talk to the stranger...but instead she turned her attention over towards the bartender to get their attention, before pointing at the little fruity drink in her hand, as if asking for another one. She'd cup the drink carefully in her spare hand and made her way over towards Quinn, carefully holding the drink out to her.

"Hey. Thought I should come over. Here. It's pretty nice."

She gently rested the glass on the counter in case Quinn didn't take it before looking out amongst the club once more, leaning her elbows against the counter.

"Nice dress by the way. It goes with your hair. A whole...dark and light element to it all."

Compliments weren't Reina's strong suit. It was easy enough to say "Oh, you look nice" but it was what you said afterwards that Reina always struggled with.

"I'm Reina."

A part of her did feel self conscious talking to a stranger. Reina didn't feel like she came off as super approachable. With the various small scars along her face and her metal leg, she felt like she came off as...broken. It didn't help that she wasn't exactly stood even because of the difference in length between her prosthesis and regular leg.​

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Club, Rodia
Wearing: Dress + Gloves
Tag: Jacen Breska Quinn Varanin Reina Daival

The mission had been a success.

Darth Anathemous and TK-710 had retrieved a decidedly uncooperative "asset" through which she once spied on former Rimward Trade League space on behalf of the Second Legion.

Extracting him had been risky as it was time consuming, and now they needed an alibi for the rest of the evening.

The young Darth had specifically requested TK-710, or "Jacen" as she'd since learned, for his experience fighting everything from rogue droids to starweirds. Now he deserved a night off much as any sith lord.

The club easily solved both issues, and getting in had been much easier than their adventure. Outside the blackwall she was still "Kaila Irons", owner of the Red Ronin Clubhouse resort in Canto Bight, and now Jacen was the businesswoman's plus one, or perhaps even bodyguard, should the night become... interesting.

She'd even gotten dressed up for the occasion, wearing a black dress of fine albeit little material, highlighting the warrior's most amazonian features whilst preserving the grace needed to sell the 'moody rich girl' persona she'd cultivated outside the order. It was enough to earn her a few glances as the pair entered, but not so extravagant as to grab too much attention.

"So... do you often go clubbing while on leave or is this your first time?"

She asked, gesturing vaguely with a hand that was always gloved, no matter where nor when the soldiers met her.

Despite the pleasantries however, those golden eyes seemed to dart ever vigilantly as they walked to the sound of clicking heels.

Her gaze began to follow the whispers and subtle gestures, right towards the bar.

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[Eivii]

Outfit: Dress

The club was too warm.
Or maybe that was just her.

Eivii leaned against a column with a half-finished drink sweating in her hand and a pulse behind her eyes that refused to ease up. The beat was loud enough to be a weapon. Her stomach had twisted twice already, and the scent of Rodian shellfruit on someone’s breath nearly made her gag.

She hadn’t eaten much today. That was probably it. Probably.

She told herself this wasn’t nostalgia. It wasn’t weakness. It definitely wasn’t jealousy. It was just another night to disappear into the noise—one last time—before whatever this was in her body changed everything.

Her dress clung tighter than she remembered. Her balance felt a half-step off. She ignored it. She'd ignored worse.

From her vantage point, she could see the dancefloor: flailing silhouettes, glimmering skin, the kind of laughter that didn't belong to people like her. She wasn’t made for light. She was the shadow in the booth. The mistake in someone else’s bed. The memory you lie about later.

But Nos hadn’t lied.​

He’d kept letting her in.​

Even now.​

Especially now.​

She swallowed hard. That ache in her ribs again. Everyone here reminded her of something. Of Someone. Of how small she’d felt watching from the mezzanine, pretending not to watch at all.

She hated this place.
She came here anyway.
She shouldn't be drinking.

Someone bumped her shoulder. She didn’t move. Just slid her eyes toward them—slow, deliberate, daring.

@Open​

 

[CT-312]

//: Quinn Varanin | OPEN //:
//: Nightclub, Rodia //:
//: Attire //::
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CT-312 was not one for going out.

Even during her rare shore leave, she typically kept to herself. Small, quiet spaces where she could observe, think, and not feel like a target standing in the open. But this wasn’t shore leave. This was High Republic space. A club…. Loud. Chaotic. Unfamiliar.

She was here on duty.

Her brow furrowed slightly, eyes scanning the club as soon they entered. Tracking exits, blind spots, and clusters of people who looked like they were trying too hard to blend in. CT-312 eyes swept over the ceiling fixtures, the layout of the upper balconies. Making mental notes of which tables had line-of-sight to the VIP lounge. It was a habit at this point. Training. Survival.

The Princess, Quinn, had her dress up for this occasion. Insisting was more like it. Ever since the Art Gallery on Nar Shaddaa, there had apparently been some silent campaign to civilize the DeathDrop’s attire. Apparently, camouflage was not fitting for high society.

Instead, CT-312 now stood in an outfit that felt like a foreign skin. Black leather jacket worn open over a crisp white button-up that was tucked in with a slim black tie. A belt securing dark slacks that fit her form well enough to be presentable without sacrificing movement. Her thick braid rested over one shoulder. Neat, but functional. And of course, CT-312 told the Princess the one compromise she wouldn’t surrender: concealment. Wearing a black mask-scarf, still covering the lower half of her face. Leaving only her sharp blue eyes that rarely blinked, exposed.

It was all far more dressed up than she ever cared to be. CT-312 felt more exposed, not less.

When the Princess slipped off towards the bar, CT-312 took a moment before following. Keeping a tactful distance. Close enough to intervene, but far enough to allow the Princess her space. The Princess blended into these sorts of environments effortlessly. She had a natural gift for it. CT-312’s role was much simpler. Her job was to watch for the ones who tried to get uncomfortably too close. Keeping an occasional eye on the Princess’s expressions for any flicker of disapproval or discomfort.

Once she was sure the Princess was occupied, CT-312 let out a low breath. Her discomfort rising as the pulsing music thudded through her chest. Her hand reached up, tugging at her tie. Loosening it enough to finally get some air. Unfastening the top two buttons of the shirt. ‘Better.’ Slightly. CT-312 resisted the urge to pull the scarf up higher.

She could feel the weight of people around her. Dancing, laughing, drinking, brushing past one another with barely any regard for personal space. This whole place felt like a swirling current she was being forced to stand against. CT-312 clicked her tongue softly. Tsk. A small exhale of mild irritation that was barely audible beneath the thrum of the music. ‘This is going to be a long night…’ Her eyes kept moving. Constantly scanning and watching.

This time her gaze landed on movement approaching the Princess. A woman. Young, red hair, prosthetic leg. A small wave towards the Princess, then a polite offer of a drink. ‘Non-hostile.’ No sudden aggressive movements. Just social. Keeping watch of both body languages. CT-312 took in the height, build, and possible concealed weapon points. If things went sideways, she was already running through response options. Not that she would need to. Probably.

CT-312 sighed quietly under her breath.

Movement from her peripherals caught her attention, a subtle ripple along the crowd’s edge. Two more individuals entered. ‘Ah.’ Faces she recognized. Darth Anathemous and TK-710. She knew that stance anywhere. Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t sure TK-710 had ever seen her out of uniform. Helmet always on. Same with the Sith Order. Even the Princess hadn’t seen her full face yet. Would he recognize her? ‘This would be entertaining’. A small amused smirk tugged beneath the scarf.

With that, she returned to her post. Eyes on the Princess and everything else.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RODIA NIGHTS ​

WEARING:: This
EQUIPMENT: HG-88 Hand Cannon
LOCATION: :: Rodia Nightclub ::
TAG: Kaila Irons

Jacen could count on one hand the amount of times he'd been outside the Blackwall. The rest of the galaxy outside Sith space might as well have been another realm of existence to him, so any chance that presented itself for him to explore more of the greater Galaxy he jumped on as quick as possible. When Lord Anathemous' request came down the line, it was no question that Jacen'd accept. Any Sith Lord got what they wanted, true, but at the very least Anathemous was one Jacen trusted. He knew she wouldn't kill him. Not for nothing, at least, which was something that gave him some measure of comfort.

It took more then a few moments for Jacen to acclimate to Lord Ana-...Kaila's appearance outside of her Armor or official Sith uniform. She was absolutely stunning to him. It took Jacen internally reminding himself that not only could this person kill him with her mind, but she very well could have killed him with her hands as well. It took his appreciation of her to an entirely different level, someone who trained her physical self as much as her mental self.

More than once he found himself subconsciously admiring her and had to adjust his gaze.

For himself, any measure of skin showing felt as if he was exposed. So even when told to relax, Jacen appreciated his black clothing with long sleeves. A simple black leather Jacket and black shirt with some red design he didn't recognize on the front. He looked, or tried to look, positively civilian aside from his hand cannon he kept concealed under his shirt. Simply attending his friend, having a good night, and then quick as they could scampering back beyond the Blackwall once it was convenient to do so. For now, however, he tried to relax and enjoy his night. As they entered the club, Jacen's eyes immediately scanned the occupants, unable to shake the urge to identify any possible threats.

Maybe he needed this night off more then he thought.

"Huh?" He responded, blinking twice in confusion before looking at her, "What? Oh. Uh...No. Never gone to the club before," he looked around, then back at her and smiled, "Some bars but nothing so..." he looked around, feeling the vibe in the room before looking back at Kaila, "energetic?"

Jacen took a few steps forward, feeling out the space and turned to face Kaila again, "What about you, Kaila?" Even as he said the name, it felt out of place in his mouth. It felt like an egregious sin had been committed, and some part inside of him flinched when he said it. Like he expected someone to rap him on the head for it, like he had said a swear word. Pushing that feeling down, he continued speaking, "Do you often come out to the clubs when you're not...doing what you do?"

He did wonder what those with power did during their off time. When you could conceivably have whatever you want whenever you wanted it, what did drive look like? What drove a person who already held so much? What did they do for fun, what did 'fun' even mean? What was luxury, when nothing was out of reach? That must have been the life. The struggle for it all, for every fleeting moment of pleasure and happiness that made him so very Human felt so very overrated by comparison.

A small part of Jacen wondered what he would give to be able to do what Kaila could.

But relaxing was the mission tonight, not this hypothetical. Shore leave outside the Blackwall. If only every Soldier could be so lucky. And so he waited patiently for Kaila's answer.

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[Colette]

OPEN TO ANYONE

She had dressed up somewhat for today. No knife, no canteen, no anything. Much like last time that Colette had been at an event such as this she felt uneasy, but unlike that time there was something in the air tonight that tickled like little needles against her senses. It was an uneasiness that something was wrong when she had no real reason to believe such was the case at all like a phantom sickness of the mind. For all intents and purposes she had come here tonight for the sake of fun, but it would seem the force had other plans.

Staring from across the room to Reina was her master — no, teacher — with eyes set on her like a hawk observing its prey. Or were they? The longer one would look, the more clear it got that Colette was in fact not looking at her pupil as much as the person that she was talking to.

She had the entire case board memorized by this point. Princess of Eshan, Quinn Varanin . Daughter of Ashin and Spencer Varanin. Assumedly a half-breed Echani given the eyes, but that was just an assumption at this point. Average height, average build albeit somewhat more slender than what Colette herself had remembered or even come to expect of an Echani. She was immensely powerful in the force and yet seemingly not even present today.

Although in the end it was perhaps more accurate to say that she was a formidable foe, and the one that had nearly seen Colette dead on Woostri.

The torrential waves of the dancing crowd jumped up and down and amidst it stood one Colette Noble like a solitary rock in a vast ocean. One moment she was there and the next she was not. While she would love to make a scene today and enact some sort of arrest, now was just not the time. She swept into the crowd and then up to the bar a good distance away from the conversation.

There were no words, just a finger pointed at some sort of bottle and then an exchange of money. The less Colette had to speak right now, the better this whole night would be. Was she worried for her apprentice? A little. Did she know it wasn't necessary? Yeah.

Quinn was bound by the same rules as Colette tonight. No fights, no ruckus, just a good time and drinks. She could find comfort in that.