Dominion [RNR] The Midas Touch || Dominion of New Cov

[Dagos Terrek]

His opponent's counter to Dagos' Force attack was pretty hot chit. Not only did the pilot not pull a muscle, but he also avoided going down entirely by shifting his feet with the momentum of the pull attack. That was fething livewire footwork and it made Dagos heart sing. Footwork was everything! Dude, knew that chit too. It was obvious. The counter was a work of art. Something that came from three sources: The Force, instinct, or experience, but the way Fly Guy was forcing pressure while keeping away from Dagos power was more than preternatural ability, foresight, or muscle memory. It was beautiful.

The return volley of strikes was a choice.

Footwork was everything. Dagos went back. Not straight back, Dagos would never go straight back, chit was lazy and it meant you didn't think. Dagos took sharp measured steps angled off to his left trying to beat his opponent to where he was trying to go and keep him in range of something heavy from Dag's right side.

Fly Guy was t having that chit though and snapped a jab Dagos' way.

Head movement wasn't everything, but it wasn't nothin'. Dagos kept his head off center while Fly Guy poked in a jab trying to establish distance.

What the frell?

Was the first thought come to Dag's mind as a crackle of electricity danced across Fly Guy's knuckles, tickling Dagos' face. That chit was crazy.

Call it The Force, instinct, or experience but when Dag's opponent set his feet to fire something more purposeful than that jab, Dagos stopped his dancing footwork and launched a counter right.

Dag had expected to land his strike first, his hands was fast boy, but Seth was good, too good. Seth was able to sneak an elbow up into Dagos' midsection which the young Korunai took with a grunt and a grimace yet no other sign of discomfort which he was sure would come later.

They were too close together. Dagos worked better on the outside, moving, testing, wearing out his opponents and leaving them frustrated and touched up. Seth had turn this into close quarters though. Wasn't Dag's strong suit but he knew how to get down.

Dagos reached out with his left looking grab the back of Seth's neck, if you control the head you control the fight, and swung a sharp downward elbow of his own at Seth's head. It was the kind of strike that if landed in the right area wouldn't just discourage a sensible man from getting so close again but could very well bust a mutha sucka open with a cut above the eye.

Dagos would try to keep hold of Seth's head and follow up the elbow with a knee to the body.

Chit hadn’t stayed pretty for long. This fight was getting gnarly early and Dagos was here for it.

Seth Denko

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Please note - The Auction will end at 6pm Eastern Standard Time on April 24, 2025

Naboo Artwork, Relics, and Artisanal Crafts



Shiraya's Embrace

Max Bid: 4,600 UCs Rojuhr Pouihl

Current Bids:

• 3,000 Ucs Tasia Palpatine
• 2,000 UCs Makai Dashiell
• 1,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

Parallax Crystal

Max Bid: 10,000 UCs Rojuhr Pouihl

Current Bids:

• 7,000 UCs Edrick Edo
• 4,000 UCs Lossa Aureus
• 3,000 UCs Phillip Slate

The Moonveil Pendant

Max Bid: 1,400 UCs Phylis Alince

Current Bids:

• 1,300 UCs Nolan Knightfall

PGEM-Pf

Max Bid: 1,000 UCs Lysander von Ascania

Current Bids:



The Stone of Echoes

Max Bid:

• 4,200 UCs Phylis Alince

Current Bids:

• 4,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall
• 4,000 UCs Edrick Edo

The Singing Tree of the Eternal Flame

Max Bid: 4,200 UCs Makai Dashiell

Current Bids:

• 3,200 UCs Nolan Knightfall

Shimmerform Shiraya

Max Bid: 2,000 UCs Makai Dashiell

Current Bids:

• 1,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

First Edition Signed Lady Velvet Novels Set

Max Bid: 2,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

Current Bids:

• 2,000 UCs Lossa Aureus
• 1,500 Ucs Tasia Palpatine

Private Holocall Session Ask Me Anything* with Lady Velvet, famous galactic novelist!

Max Bid: 2,600 UCs Nolan Knightfall

Current Bids:

• 2,500 Boggo Flib

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Gungan Artisinal Works



The Ventforged Fang

Max Bid: 1,000 Ucs Tasia Palpatine

Current Bids:



The Swampstone Band

Max Bid: 2,000 UCs Makai Dashiell

Current Bids:

• 1,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

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Ships & Vehicles

J-type Apailana-class Elite Transport

Max Bid: 13,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

Current Bids:

• 13,000 UCs Sibylla Abrantes
• 12,500 UCs Rojuhr Pouihl

Tusk Cat-class Jedi Cruiser

Max Bid: 1,000 UCs Lossa Aureus

Current Bids:



"Crotch Rocket" Speeder/Swoop Bike

Max Bid: 1,000 UCs Lossa Aureus

Current Bids:



Lotus Expeditionary Information Frigate

Max Bid: 13,000 UCs Verity Suun

Current Bids:

• 11,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

 

[Aiden Porte]

OBJ: 1
Cerys Dyn

“Well,”

“this has gotten a bit dull, hasn’t it?”

The Jedi Padawan chuckled lightly as he gave the smallest of nods. "I suppose it has." Aiden glanced to the chime that was heard indicating the new bid and he glanced over to it for a moment. As he glanced back he felt the hand on his shoulder briefly.

She then walked away, as the Jedi Padawan was left, surprisingly a small smile on his face.

"Take care of yourself Cerys....." Aiden whispered, she wouldn't be able to hear it, but it was enough for him. He knew how guarded she was, there were indeed stories and words that travelled through the halls of the sacntuary. He couldn't force it on her, she would accept what she could. Just like there for a while how he wasn't telling anyone about what he was going through. It took time, and if not, he wasn't sure what else could be done.

Aiden sat back in his chair as he continued to watch the auction proceed and continue, seeing who was up next to bid.

 

[Seth Denko]

OBJECTIVE II - THE KNIGHTING

Seth felt the hit land—elbow tucked up and tight like a piston, right into Dagos’ middle—and got a grimace for his trouble.

But that was it.

No step back. No pause. Just a damn grin, probably, and a right hook already cocked and flying.

Seth caught the motion too late to dodge clean. He turned with it instead—chin tucked, shoulder raised—and still felt the crack of knuckles clipping his temple. Stars popped at the edge of his vision. His knee nearly gave, but momentum did what instinct couldn’t: carried him forward.

He didn’t get a breath before fingers found the back of his neck.

Shit.

Dagos wasn’t just strong—he was mean with it. The elbow came down like a falling hammer, and Seth’s world snapped. It didn’t land flush, thank the stars, but it was close enough to tear a stinging line across his brow. He felt warmth spill instantly. Blood.

Then came the knee.

It caught him in the side, hard enough to steal air. A wet grunt punched out of Seth’s chest—but the body kept moving. Because it had to. Because Nar Shaddaa didn’t teach breaks. It taught counters.

So Seth bit down and swung his own damn head forward, aiming a wild-but-purposeful headbutt toward Dagos’ nose—not elegant, but desperate enough to break rhythm. And if it connected? All the better.

He surged forward again, not retreating, not resetting—smothering. One arm swung low to swat at Dagos’ grasping hand, trying to peel it from his neck, while his other came up with a jab-jab-hook combo—not clean boxing form, but dirty, tight punches thrown from the hip. The static from earlier crackled faintly again across his knuckles.

Not Force power. Just pain.​

Dagos Terrek​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Lysander von Ascania Cassian Abrantes

Sibylla's attention might have been fixed on the rising bids for the J-type, but it was difficult not to be distracted by the two men nearby; one perpetually three seconds from bantering with his wit, the other forever three seconds from lecturing her about her safety.

Her lips curved into a smile just shy of impish as Lysander leaned in with his mock-serious murmur.

"Distracting you?" she repeated airily, not glancing away from the datapad as she submitted another bid, "I wouldn't dare. Though if I were, I imagine you'd only be grateful. Unless, of course, you're susceptible to a particular type of distraction?" She looked up then, eyes glinting, the implication featherlight but unmistakable.

However, Lysander's noble insistence that he'd kept her safe, after the Mandalorian raid, the escape, the general chaos, earned a delicately arched brow.

"Goodness, such heroics. One might think you'd been thrust into the jaws of battle daily for my sake rather than merely enduring the mild inconvenience of muddy boots and my rather insistent schedule." her tone airy with amusement and just a touch too knowing.

She turned to Lysander fully then, a playful glint in her eyes, "Still, I suppose I ought to provide notable tribute in gratitude -- for your continued vigilance and enduring spirit. Not everyone can survive both a Mandalorian ambush and a wardrobe malfunction."

The laughter danced in her tone, but her eyes were already watching him again, keen and curious. He'd said something about Lady Velvet with the sort of embarrassed gravity that made her tilt her head slightly.

Oh, now this was new.

A Jedi confessing to reading pulpy romance novels?

She leaned a fraction closer, crossing her arm over her chest as if it were all terribly academic.

"So beneath all that restraint, Lysander von Ascania does have a heart for longing gazes and confessions by candlelight? I never would have guessed. I was certain your favorite bedtime reading was some treatise on the ethics of saber stances."

Her grin threatened to become genuine.

But before she could press further, Cassian struck like only an older brother could. With a single raised brow and a casual, maddening statement:

Is she the one that writes those over the top romance novels? There's a few I've seen you read when you think no one is watching?"

Sibylla didn't flinch. She was a junior legislator from Naboo. She faced public hearings, gala fundraisers, and the occasional assassination attempt with her composure intact. She would not allow one comment from her insufferable brother to rattle her -- though the slight pink that brushed across her cheeks might've said otherwise.

"I thank you, dear brother, for proving once again that privacy is entirely dead in our household," she replied primly. "Truly, you've missed your calling. You should be directing surveillance droids with Senator Aurelian Veruna , not the Royal Naboo Security teams." Sibylla added with a distinct quip, referencing the scion of House Veruna, a name that elicited a medley of thoughts. An image of the Senator brought with it a parting muse on how the man smiled liek a man with secrets -- every motion every word too precise, too rehearsed.

The man was certainly playing a longer game for sure.

Nonethe less, Sibylla's attention returned back to the pair as her brow lifted further.

"And while we're on the topic of my reading habits, can we discuss how I've been trailed by one of your guards for three days? I promise you, if I need someone to hover behind me while I shop for fabric swatches, I will hire one. Or take Lysander with me." She added in mild amusement, turning to press a final bid for fifteen thousand with all the imperious flourish of a noblewoman, then looked back toward Lysander as if nothing at all had just happened.

"After all, you protected me so well from additional threats since the battle at Theed Palace…and we still have to brighten your aesthetic. " she said sweetly, fingers poised over the bidding interface. She deliberately didn't mention Dee'ja peak and their brush with death more than a few times therein, for if Cassian realized what she had done, she would never heard the end of it.

J Type - 15000

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

My post is coming in later, but I wanted to post the current Auction Bids!
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Please note - The Auction will end at 6 pm Eastern Standard Time on April 24, 2025​

Naboo Artwork, Relics, and Artisanal Crafts
Shiraya's Embrace
Max Bid: 4,600 UCs Rojuhr Pouihl
Current Bids:

• 3,000 Ucs Tasia Palpatine
• 2,000 UCs Makai Dashiell
• 1,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

Parallax Crystal
Max Bid: 10,000 UCs Rojuhr Pouihl
Current Bids:

• 7,000 UCs Edrick Edo
• 4,000 UCs Lossa Aureus
• 3,000 UCs Phillip Slate

The Moonveil Pendant
Max Bid: 1,400 UCs Phylis Alince
Current Bids:

• 1,300 UCs Nolan Knightfall

PGEM-Pf
Max Bid: 1,000 UCs Lysander von Ascania
Current Bids:

The Stone of Echoes
Max Bid: 4,200 UCs Phylis Alince
Current Bids:

• 4,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall
• 4,000 UCs Edrick Edo

The Singing Tree of the Eternal Flame
Max Bid: 4,200 UCs Makai Dashiell
Current Bids:

• 3,200 UCs Nolan Knightfall

Shimmerform Shiraya
Max Bid: 2,000 UCs Makai Dashiell
Current Bids:

• 1,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

First Edition Signed Lady Velvet Novels Set
Max Bid: 2,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall
Current Bids:

• 2,000 UCs Lossa Aureus
• 1,500 Ucs Tasia Palpatine

Private Holocall Session Ask Me Anything* with Lady Velvet, famous galactic novelist!
Max Bid: 2,600 UCs Nolan Knightfall
Current Bids:

• 2,500 Boggo Flib

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Gungan Artisinal Works
The Ventforged Fang
Max Bid: 1,000 Ucs Tasia Palpatine
Current Bids:

The Swampstone Band
Max Bid: 2,000 UCs Makai Dashiell
Current Bids:

• 1,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

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Ships & Vehicles
J-type Apailana-class Elite Transport
Max Bid: 15,000 UCs Sibylla Abrantes
Current Bids:

• 13,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall
• 12,500 UCs Rojuhr Pouihl

Tusk Cat-class Jedi Cruiser
Max Bid: 1,000 UCs Lossa Aureus
Current Bids:

"Crotch Rocket" Speeder/Swoop Bike
Max Bid: 1,000 UCs Lossa Aureus
Current Bids:

Lotus Expeditionary Information Frigate
Max Bid: 13,000 UCs Verity Suun
Current Bids:

• 11,100 UCs Nolan Knightfall

 

[Phylis Alince]

Sibylla Abrantes Phillip Slate Makai Dashiell

Phylis sighed. "It was a terrible tragedy. I am, hmm, not a politics person much. Hmmph, I find it mostly is a nest of vipers. I do however feel like I should have seen what was going on more. When I did though I tried to help people. A friend of mine, I think you know Elpsis…or Alpsal as she is called now by the Qadiri, tried to steer Firemane from their path. Instead, they treated the planet as their possession and enslaved people. War was the result. Hmm, their defeat was necessary."



She shook herself from that memory and looked back at Makai. "Hmm, there's two items I am hoping for. A stone inscribed with mystical signs. Hmmph, you know I love a good mystical stone," she chuckled at that self-deprecatingly. "And a relic of one of the former Queens of Naboo. There has been, hmm, a lot of them in the last couple of decades."



"I wouldn't call myself part of the Order of Shiraya. I'm more, hmm, independent. Jedi Orders have come and gone, but this one is more…reasonable than some." Some groups of Jedi had been so pacifist or so excessively militant that she barely considered them to be Jedi.



"Tree of eternal flame seems exciting!" Phylis added. "What does it do? Hopefully it's a metaphor or it might be a bit, hmm, tricky to transport."



Looking to Phillip, she nodded understandingly. "Yes, a lot of the things we do are considered strange by others. And honestly, the same in reverse." Ordinary people often confused Phylis, not because they couldn't use the Force, but because they had totally different priorities to her.



She reclaimed the crystal from Phillip. "Hmm, might I ask if you have a Master currently who is teaching you?"

The Jedi checked her bids. No change as yet.

Bids:
No change.

 

[Dagos Terrek]

Dag felt the satisfying crash of knuckles on skull. He'd been hoping to chin cheek that mutha sucka and have this chit be done quick but that just wun't his mutha suckin luck today.

Dag didn't sell Seth's elbow but got damn, Dagos had to the most high almost bit right through his tongue trying to keep a straight face after eating that elbow almost in full.

Dagos' knee caught Fly Guy hard and for the absolute barest second Dag thought he was gonna go down that chit ain't last long. Fly Guy came roaring back and reminded Dagos exactly why he hated this close quarter grimey ugly bully style of fight. The only fething time he lost a fight to his older brother is when he mucked chit up like this knowing, back then anyway, that Dagos was too young and too slight to deal with it.

Dagos was older now and strong enough to hold his own but he still was no fan of this bantha chit. He wanted to stay on the outs and pop dude with jabs and kill him with footwork. You know? Pretty chit. Not this.

Fly Guy's head crashed hard into Dagos' face. a sick crack rang out in the courtyard as Dag's nose burst open, blood pouring from him now staining his shirt.

Dagos world went black and he slipped. As soon as his knee touched earth, Dagos shot straight back up to his feet on instinct alone. The body moved but there was no one at the controls.

Dagos had no real awareness of the jabs being sent his way. He was on autopilot and the only directive was to escape. He took Choppy, chitty steps backward, absently pawing at the air trying to block the jabs that thankfully didnt land. The hook did and Dagos was back to a knee but whether it was the actual shot or the snap of electricity that brought his senses back Dagos was hurt but awake.

He had no thought now but panic. He was gonna die if he didn't do something.

Dagos from a knee launched himself forward. He tried to slam a shoulder into Fly Guy's waist and hook his arms around the back of his knees to bring the fight to the ground.

Desperate fething times

Seth Denko

 

[Seth Denko]

OBJECTIVE II - THE KNIGHTING

The shoulder to the waist hit hard—and landed. Seth staggered. Dagos' weight and momentum did their work, driving them both down in a heap of tangled limbs and old bruises. The breath shot from Seth’s lungs in a huff, and for a half-second, all he could do was exist under pressure: forearm crushed against his ribs, leg pinned awkwardly beneath Dagos, face mashed into the duracrete.

He tasted iron again. Not just the sting at his temple—this was fresh. His lip had split somewhere in the chaos, probably on Dag’s shoulder or elbow. He spat red, but it didn’t clear the flavor.

Didn’t matter. He’d tasted worse.

He’d bled worse.

There was a moment, just before, when Seth had seen it—the dazed slack in Dagos’ eyes, the instinctual rise without presence behind it. That stumble to a knee, that swing that didn’t land, those steps taken like he was moving through fog. A second of nobody home. It should’ve made Seth back off. Hell, maybe a better man would’ve backed off.

But his hands remembered different streets.

The pressure to finish came easy, natural. Not the Force. Not strategy. Just instinct born from a Nar Shaddaa alley, where flinching got you left in one. So he kept swinging. Sloppy jabs. One lucky hook. Until Dag came barreling in like a blaster bolt.

Now they were down, and the fight had teeth again.

A punch caught Seth in the ribs. Another grazed the side of his head. He grunted, shoulder flexing against the concrete, vision swimming. His heartbeat roared in his ears like a war drum. Do something. Now.

He bucked his hips and twisted, grinding his elbow against the floor to make space—just enough space. Then he saw it: the opening.

His right arm coiled.

Every muscle from shoulder to knuckles straining with intent.

A blow, aimed clean for Dagos’ jaw, meant to ring his bell and end this ugly brawl with something decisive. Not elegant. Not Jedi. Just real.

But he stopped.

Not from weakness—from choice.

His fist hovered mid-air, trembling with restraint, the ghost of that strike still burning through his joints. He could hear the observers. The Order. The purpose of this all, breathing down his neck like a cold wind.

This wasn’t a back alley. This wasn’t survival. This was family.

Seth exhaled, long and low, blood thick in his mouth. Then tapped Dagos’ shoulder twice. A signal as old as fists themselves.

“I’m done,” he muttered, hoarse. “You good?”

Because yeah—he’d scrap for all of them. He’d shed blood. He’d earn his place beside them.

But he’d also know when to let go.​

Dagos Terrek​

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

OBJECTIVE I:
All That Glitters
Sibylla Abrantes | Cassian Abrantes

His emerald gaze shifted between the two siblings; there was an all too familiar rhythm to their exchanges. Lysander’s demeanor was composed, but mirth still ghosted across his features. This was a dynamic he understood well; it was very much like the bond he shared with Cora.

When the mention of the first Mandolorian invasion arrived, he reflexively responded with a relaxed tilt of his head, voice remaining calm. “There’s nothing to repay.” Only then did he spare Sibylla a brief glance. “I’m not sure what I would do either.” Still focused on Cassian, he would then continue, more thoughtfully now. “Many do tend to end with sadness.. but not all. Every trope is eventually put to the test.. some withstand it, some don’t.” Whether the emotion that stirred next was surprise or amusement due to the fact that all of them had read Lady Velvet's work, he wasn't certain. But between the sketchy titles and the even sketchier cover art, he wasn’t exactly keen on knowing which books they had indulged in.

Traveling here from Korriban only to be met with a barrage of quips, like little arrows, was absurd, to say the least. And yet, here he was, facing exactly what had anticipated. Raising a brow, Lysander allowed a wry smile to touch his lips. “Your tongue will undoubtedly get you in trouble one day, though I imagine your little comments wound far less than any silence would.”

His attention traced hers intently, daring to hold it in a gentle embrace, lingering just long enough to be felt. "If you’re now suggesting I might be susceptible to this type of distraction.. such as being led through marketplaces, debating whether browns and beiges supposedly symbolize wisdom while black clearly commands respect, well.." He allowed the words to linger, clearly an invitation. "I suppose some distractions are worth indulging in."

The acolyte wasn’t exactly content with letting her remarks from moments ago slide without some kind of retort. While it was a confession that brought a tinge of vulnerability, he now wore it unapologetically, refusing to shy away from it.

Adjusting his stance with a graceful shift, he found her face once more. “As for longing gazes and candlelit confessions,” he continued smoothly, “I would strongly argue there is merit in understanding the art of conviction. Besides, I rather enjoy experiencing feelings, just as much as expressing them." He paused just long enough to let the statement settle. “Of course, I didn’t mean to pull you so far from the realm of politics, perhaps your true expertise, into an area where you’re clearly an amateur. But that's alright; it takes a certain kind of courage to enter uncharted territory.”

As he turned back to the girl's brother, the blonde's expression softened; any warmth radiating was but a mere reflection of the fire within that demanded constant control. “How about you, Cassian? Has anything caught your eye at the auction today?”

 

[Makai Dashiell]

NEW COV

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Phylis Alince , Phillip Slate , Nolan Knightfall , Sibylla Abrantes

"Elpsis was like the older sister I never had. Last time I saw her....a bit jarring in appearance." He paused slightly, shaking his head. "With the way the people were enslaved, war was inevitable. I hope peace can return soon but I feel it may take a generation and sustained efforts."

A nod of his head and a smile. He too loved a good stone. Anything geological really.

"Both good choices, I saw the stone and was very tempted. As for the Tree, its a crystal sculpture. I can't resist a crystal and its from a Hapan artist, so nice to support there. Plus its unusual. Something I don't have in the collection. I've got two other bids in too.."

Listening to her concerns about Jedi Orders, he couldn't really chime in for obvious reasons. He did agree but not having the Force meant he only saw from an outsider perspective. Master Alince had much more insight than he did in such matters, but it was nice to see his intuition was on a similar page as her own.

The half-Galan turned towards Phillip, as if awaiting his answer.

"Master Alince is wise, if I may be so bold as to encourage you to seek a lesson or two from her, Mister Slate."

Bids : No changes currently.

 

[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Phylis Alince Makai Dashiell

At the mentioning of politics, Phillip almost immedately zoned out of listening to the conversation. It wasn't exactly something he was suited for. He'd never want the weight of an entire people on his shoulders and think that he had to speak for them. It was interesting to hear that Master Alince didn't consider herself a part of the Order. He had never really thought of any other choice. The Shiraya allowed him to stay somewhat close to his family, not that he wanted to be near them.

"Oh. I understand how people's perspecives are different. My family are artists. What one of us thinks is a masterpiece, another thinks its firewood. It's always been interesting to me. How people can afford to be so picky about things."

After returning the crystal, Phillip blinked at the question. Did he have a Master? No. Of course not. He didn't stand out enough to be a good Padawan. He wasn't strong. He wasn't smart. Sure, maybe he paid attention to things but that didn't make for a great student, did it?

"I...don't have a Master. No. I've mostly just been tagging along on classes for the entire Order. Last one was training for the Netherworld. Had to go through an obstacle course. But I'm always eager to learn more. The Galaxy is a big place, with so much to learn."

 

[Phylis Alince]

Phillip Slate Makai Dashiell Sibylla Abrantes

Phylis nodded. "Alpsis…that's her Xio name - she has so many names, hmm - anyway, yes, she's certainly earned her place. Hmmph, many…or most at least…people in her place would not give up the riches and prestige to fight against it. I don't know how Suqua will do under her rule, but I dare say it will be better than what came before. Hmm, more interesting certainly!"



"That does sound interesting. I have an interest in crystals too, but fear not, I would not want to experiment on it in case I broke it." Hapan crystal sculpture did sound rather interesting though.



Reaching into her bag she rooted through it before retrieving a aquamarine finger-sized uncut Upari crystal. "I was, hmm, going to cut this, but feel free to take it, Makai. I think it would look nice with you. Or maybe a gift for one of your daughters, if they like jewellery?"



Turning to Phillip, she smiled slightly. "Hmmph, well that won't do! I'm not the most conventional Jedi," she glanced at Makai to see if he'd make a comment on that. "But if you're more interested in knowledge and lore than fighting…I would be happy to take you on. I am capable of fighting too, but I try to make that my last resort, and usually against spirits. There's no need to decide now, consider it and, hmm, let me know."

Perhaps it was the return to Naboo which had gotten her so curious, or perhaps an acknowledgement that one day she would join the Force, and it would be nice to have someone to carry on what she had learned.



Bids:
No changes.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

NEW COV

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Phylis Alince , Phillip Slate , Nolan Knightfall , Sibylla Abrantes

Looking over the upari crystal, Makai couldn't believe it. He didn't have one in his collection. It took a skillful hand to cut and polish, perhaps his jeweler, Ivanroe the Bothan, could spin it into something. Turning over the piece in his hand, a few ideas came to mind, including a few ways he could possible also make something for Master Alince.

"Thank you, Master Alince. Its a beautiful crystal...I feel horrible for taking it but...I have a few ideas in mind. Give me a few weeks and piece will make its way back to you. Next time I'm in a cavern I'll certainly think of you...rare to find someone also interested in these things. Again, thank you."

A small chuckle as Master Alince mentioned not being the most conventional Jedi. Perhaps that was why he looked on her more fondly than others he had met.

"May I propose an idea of mine Master Alince, Mister Slate? I would ask if my eldest could join one or two of your lessons. I like to have her learn from various tutors and she shows a great interest in history. You and Mister Slate would be compensated, of course. I know its not always easy to have a regular schoolgirl along on these trips."

Makai paused.

"That is, if Mister Slate is interested in becoming your student, of course and agrees. I don't want to interfere with any learnings.."

Bids : No changes

 

[Tasia Palpatine]

OBJECTIVE 2
Knighting of Tasia Palpatine

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Carrying: Palpatine's Saber, Hunting gear, Kiffar Blade, Underwater breather
Wearing: Raiments of Shiraya


At the auction - Gungan doing gungan things

The gungan made a strange noise as he saw the bids refreshed, he had not paid attention for a moment at the buffet table.

"Erm hello, ah, Meesa gonna increase bid for Miss Palpatine on Shiraya's Embrace to Five thousand credits!

He looked at his notes, the velvet lady novel set had gone above Tasia's limit, he couldn't bid more but he had another plan. He walked across, lolloped across, towards Nolan Knightfall and stood by him.

"Thats a lodda dough for dem naughty books. Meesa thinks you don't have a lady. Meesa also think Miss Palpatine is moi moi pretty. Yoossa win and let her share she be bomba happy wid you?" The gungan gave a suggestive wink that was thoroughly unapproved by Tasia.

5000 credits for Shiraya's embrace
No change on other bids

 

[Phillip Slate]

Phylis Alince Makai Dashiell

"Heh. I don't think...I'm the most conventional myself."

At least, he had never gotten that vibe from the other padawans. Phillip always felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone he had met had seemed so capable, meanwhile he struggled to make decisions. Though the more Phylis spoke, the more Phillip found himself nodding. Fighting wasn't something that interested him. Of course, he knew it was necessary but he'd never become some kind of battlemaster.

"Knowledge is in its own way, a medium of art. Carvings, written text, stories passed down through verbal words. You can learn a lot about art through knowledge, and a lot about knowledge through art."

The lad was definitely going to think about it. There was no need for him to rush into the decision. He was the kind of person to give a choice like this a lot of thought anyway. Like when he decided to join the Order of Shiraya, he had put time into deciding if it was just for him to get away from the family or if he actually wanted to help the world...

"Hm? I'm always willing to study alongside someone else Mister Das-...Makai. Knowledge is something that should be shared anyway. Like any source of Art. Keeping it to yourself is both greedy and also doesn't allow for it to shine to its true potential. It can't inspire behind a locked vault. Though I must admit...I'm not...the best at talking to people my own age. They confuse me. Or I confuse them."

 

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[Cassian Abrantes]

Objective: 1
Tags: Sibylla Abrantes Lysander von Ascania

A smile didn't leave the face of the older brother as his eyes danced back and forth between the duo that was his sister and her Jedi friend Lysander. The playful and teasing banter between the two did not go unnoticed. And a small part of the young officer wanted to assumed something further but he let those thoughts lay where they were.

It it was, it wouldn't have bothered him in the slightest. Sibylla was a strong, graceful and wise individual. The young man laughed lightly as the exchanged between the two before Sibylla rounded on him about privacy, guards and the mention of Senator Aurelian Veruna

"Nonsense, it still exists sweet sister." He couldn't help but hold back a small laugh as he gave her a wink before he moved on to the Senator. "No sense in worrying about him. Veruna enjoys his games, let him play them."

The next portion a small shade of red was cast upon the young man as he smiled sheepishly and his shoulders gave a slight shrug. He glanced too his right as he raised his hand up just slightly, and his index and middle fingers stayed up. There was a very short and small nod from one of the few household guards in the area as they dispersed. "Forgive me sister." Cassian spoke as his hand lowered. "Can you blame me though? I promise I'll try to be better about it. Now that I know Lysander is by your side I'll be more at ease."

“How about you, Cassian? Has anything caught your eye at the auction today?”

"There were a few things that caught my interest. The signed Lady Velvet novels were going to be a gift for Sibylla." The Royal Officer smirked as he looked over to the board as he gave Sibylla a small nudge with his arm. "I was taking glances at the Eternal Flame Singing Tree." He really just wanted to be out and about this evening, he couldn't recall the last time he had a decent time to just live. And with his family no less, something that was much less extravagant and more casual. The bidding seemed to come to an end, as he looked to Lysander.

"And you Lysander?"

 

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Naboo Artwork, Relics, and Artisanal Crafts

Shiraya's Embrace
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[Phylis Alince]

Makai Dashiell Phillip Slate

Phylis smiled broadly at Makai. "Of course, of course!" she said. "Keep it if you wish, I have others I can make use of, when the time comes. Crystals are a, hmm, interest of mine. Their structure allows them to hold Force energy and then release it at key moments. But, hmmph, I'm getting off track."



"Hmm, two students," she pondered. "Well, hmm, I don't have any objections, so long as she can follow instructions and…" A thought occurred to her. "How old is she?" Makai wasn't that old himself, and Phylis doing some math figured the daughter could only be less than ten as maximum. She did not consider an adoptive child though!



"Regardless, so long as she's over fifteen I can take both of you somewhere interesting. You have my word she will be protected."



She looked to Phillip. "Hmm, yes. The philosophy of art and knowledge interests you, I see. I am a great advocate of what art can tell us about people, what they think, fear and hope."



"Then is it agreed? Makai, do let me know when and where I can collect your daughter. Phillip, is Theed the best place to collect you from, or elsewhere?"


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