Public Pirate Kings Gala

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Ankus

Aedan Miles strode through the corridor of the home he had seemingly lived in for the past who knows how many years. All he knows is he had gone back to retrieve a younger version of himself a handful of times. As he strode through the halls he observed the Red Fang that would serve as security getting into position around the home. Chuckling as he shock his head his long hair ruffling against the back of his neck. The time of the start of the gala drew near and the young appear Pirate King was not worried. Eventually the guests would arrive until they did there was plenty of booze to go around and cooks were set up on rotations to ensure that food was always fresh. Walking into the grand hall he made his way to the large throne like chair at the head and allowed himself to fall into it. As he sat a small grin crossed his lips even as he recalled the message that had been sent across the galaxy announcing the return of a once feared and now almost forgotten figure to the galactic stage. As he sat he hummed tilting his head curious as to who would come who would remember the man he had been.

All across the large palace like structure moved various members of the Clan Akaata a clan of Mandalorians that had followed Aedan Miles for generations. They completed various tasks making sure landing zones were prepared and land speeders ready to ferry guests from their ships to the hall. Security also wandered the grounds mostly made up of Red Fang the large Cragmaloid troopers walked with lumbering steps ensuring the security was complete. Even as these preparations were finished the last of the messages soared across the galaxy bringing a single message to everyone. "It has been many long years sense any of you have heard from me. Some of you may not care and to that I care not. To those who do care though I am hosting a Gala on Ankus let it be known that any come are under my hospitality so kindly leave your arguments and disagreements at the edge of the system but come and enjoy the party. Drinks and food laughs for all music and dancing. Whatever may strike your fancy will be at the Gala hosted by the returning Pirate King Aedan Miles." The holographic image of the young man smirked gold eye gleaming as he bowed exaggeratedly at the recorder. "All are invited to come and partake for after the gala once more shall I set off across the galaxy who knows whether I bring terror or gifts either way prepare your defenses if you feel you must fear me or come to the gala and express you interest in having me visit your lands to see if I can find a home amongst your lands and lend my prowess to you." The young appearing man smirked and tilted his head to the side gold eye gleaming. "For I now announce the return of former Pirate King Aedan Miles and his forces."

Theme song: Missing Piece by John Michael Howell

 

[Aleksander Miles]

Aleksander scowled as he stormed through the halls fingers brushing over the bandoleer across his chest as he glared around. He hated the fact he was required to be here after all he wasn't really the heir of the Pirate King anymore that had been taken by Tuuli. He sneered thinking about the true born son but even with his heirship lost Aedan still provided for the cloned son he had created long ago. The long sleeveless red coat brushed against the ground as he finally neared the grand hall. Looking around the young man made his way over to the table that held the drinks snagging a glass of more expensive brandy he moved to lean against the shadowed pillars watching the hall blandly.

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Ra'a'mah did not arrive with spectacle or flourish, nor with the kind of ostentatious display some delegations favored when stepping onto unfamiliar ground. Her shuttle descended through the atmosphere of Ankus with quiet, deliberate precision, its approach vector cleared well in advance, as was customary for any Protectorate envoy attending an event hosted by a name that still carried a particular weight in certain circles.

Aedan Miles.

The name had not vanished from the galaxy so much as it had drifted into the edges of collective memory. It was spoken in tones that were never quite warning and never quite admiration, but something balanced between the two. She had heard enough of those stories to understand why she was here.

The ramp lowered with a soft hiss, and Ra stepped down onto the landing platform with the composed ease of someone who understood exactly how much attention she wished to command, and how much she did not. Her attire reflected the same intention: elegant without indulgence, a deep-toned gown that moved fluidly with her steps, paired with a light outer layer marked only by the subtle insignia of the United Protectorate at her shoulder. It was not meant to dominate the room, merely to clarify her role to those who knew how to read such things.

Behind her, a small escort remained near the shuttle, present enough to be appropriate, restrained enough not to intrude.

Her golden eyes lifted as she took in the structure before her, noting the movement of security personnel, the scale of preparation, and the deliberate choice to host something so open, so public, in a place that could have easily been closed off instead. It was a bold decision. Or a calculated one. Perhaps both.

She moved inside at an unhurried pace, allowing herself to be guided toward the grand hall rather than asserting direction. This was not her event, and she had no intention of behaving as though it were. Tonight, she was a guest, and she carried herself accordingly.

The shift in atmosphere was immediate, voices layered over one another, the subtle hum of anticipation, the unmistakable energy of a gathering that had drawn more attention than anyone would openly admit.

And at the center of it all stood the reason for that attention.

Aedan Miles.

Ra slowed as she entered the hall, her gaze settling on him where he sat with that effortless sense of belonging, as though the space had been shaped around him rather than the other way around. The thought passed through her mind with quiet amusement, unspoken but present.

She approached only as close as etiquette allowed before stopping, offering a small inclination of her head, respectful without being deferential, acknowledging without conceding anything more than was appropriate.

"Lord Miles," she said, her voice carrying clearly through the hall without needing to rise. "I admit I was curious whether your message would be taken as a rumor or an invitation."

A faint warmth touched her expression, subtle but genuine.

"It seems the galaxy has been given little choice but to believe it."

Her hands settled loosely at her sides, her posture relaxed in a way that suggested she was entirely comfortable here, even if the circumstances were anything but ordinary.

"We have not met," she continued, her tone calm and direct, "but we share acquaintances. Enough that your name is not unfamiliar."

She allowed a brief pause, long enough to acknowledge the weight of that statement without turning it into something heavier than she intended.

"Ra'a'mah," she said simply. "United Protectorate of Sovereign Systems."

Not a declaration. Just clarity.

Her gaze held his evenly, steady and unhurried.

"You've extended hospitality across the galaxy," she added, her voice softening with a thread of curiosity. "It seemed unwise not to see for myself what you intend to do with it."

Another small pause, this one carrying a hint of something more personal, interest, perhaps, or simply the awareness that stories rarely matched the reality of the person who inspired them.

"And whether the stories I've heard still apply."

She did not press further. This was his stage, his moment, and she was content, for now, to let him decide how the evening would unfold.

Aedan Miles Aleksander Miles

 

[Rylan Swok]

A pirate king on Ankus? That's all I need to hear to maneuver the Arcadia and stay in orbit around the banquet zone. I've heard pirates claiming to be revolutionaries, others calling themselves soldiers like us and still others making their fortunes in all sorts of ways. But to go as far as self-proclaiming as "Pirate King"... I really wonder what kind of feat they've pulled off to come strutting around here.

Descending into orbit with my small personal craft, leaving the big ship up there, I moor my vessel not far from here at a spaceport berth. After tossing a few credits to pay for the spot, I exit the airlock to head toward the gala building.

The Captain of the Golden Crew will be present at this little shindig; after all, why not meet some other outlaws? Ever since my last heist on Coruscant, stealing Corusca gems, I've got extra cash to burn.

Arriving at the perimeter of the building, I notice it is well-protected and heavily guarded. I let myself be searched; they'll find nothing on me but my personal blaster and my comm-datapad.

Entering the building, I head straight for the reception hall, climbing the steps with my hands in the pockets of my red jacket. Almost sighing, I wonder: what am I going to find at the banquet? Suspense... I truly wonder.

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