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Racin to the moonlight & We're speeding
We're heading to the stars, ready to go far
We're Star Walkin



Jonyna Si | Rayne Lo'to | Corazona von Ascania | Rayia Si

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Snap, crackle, pop. The skies were ablaze with colorful displays of extravagant fireworks and the petals of exotic flowers as a celebratory populace scattered flowers all across the planet by tossing bouquets of different kinds off of the towering spire-like buildings and letting them drift down level after level. The traffic, commonly a mess of vessels twisting and turning through the open air had been reeled back and regulated for a singular weekend.

Coruscant had been ever so graciously chosen by many to have the responsibility of hosting the celebratory holiday known by many as the Starborn Festival! A Cultural Exchange of various species from the inner systems all the way out to the outer rim to come together for a single weekend and celebrate the many unique lifestyles and customs of the countless species populating the galaxy. Humanity being one of if not the most dominant species on the galactic board, this holiday had only existed for less than one hundred years, yet despite its relative obscurity upon its conception it only seemed to grow more popular with time! The planet the Starborn Festival is held always changing every five or so years, making it quite the event for those who hail from xeno lineage.

The Hutts were famous among the festival due to their endless pockets and tendency to collect various species into their gangs or families yet alone their involvement in the slave trade. And while it left many with a bad taste in their mouth, they were often a main stay of the festival. Throwing elaborate parties and 'SPECIAL EVENTS' to entertain and amuse the populace, often festering in the lower levels of Coruscant while high society maintained the upper levels during the weekend long event.

Pantorans hosted a great deal of the activities and events of the upper-most levels of the planet. The fireworks and scattering of exotic flowers from alien worlds one of their finest touches to add color and life to those coming to the planet to celebrate.

There was something for almost everyone. And with the weekend only just beginning there was an entire pipeline of partying fun to enjoy for all!

Events & Activities

Humans Hosting VIP Parties to build relationships & alliances
Chiss Hosting Competitions of Wits
Twi'lek & Zeltron Hosting Clubbing & Dancing
Echani Hosting Combat Trials
The Gran Hosting Pod-Racing Contest
Hutts Hosting Drinking & Gambling of all the above

P R I S O N B L O C K

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Manda how many moons had it been? It was getting harder and harder to tell now as the Xeno kicked her feet idly as she scribbled passively against the prison cell walls with a pile of small, colorful wax sticks and puddles of paint on random plates scattered around her. Since the battle on Ryloth it seemed The Mandalorian had managed to get themselves into quite the pickle when battling against the Jedi. The memory of day was still vivid in her head. Mainly the funnest parts of course! And of course the memory of drowning in a body of water being being secured and contained by Jonyna Si , Vulpesen and Felix Faraday .

Dima grimaced at the memory. Clenching the colorful stick in her claws as she colored in a deep shade of red against the wall, illustrating the battle against the prison cell walls in essentially what was a Pictograph. Just a cave girls illustrated experience. Rather or not it would ever be witnessed was another manner but to Dima this was important. And she did it after every battle, though usually in her holo-diary which was...much easier to draw in than with these strange sticks she kept breaking when gripping them to tightly.

The abrupt sound of heavy metal gates clanging open caused Dima's ears to flick an flutter as those many eyes swirled within her skull.

"Man i tell ya this SUCKS! The Starborn Holiday is TODAY and who is stuck on duty? US! You have ANY how many hotties are gonna be on corascant partying? Every alien species from here to the outer rim is gonna be here for a WHOLE weekend but WE have to get stuck with prison watch duty. We only have like THREE prisoners they couldn't of gotten a droid to do it!?" A guard complained and groaned.

"Well it's a cultural exchange festival to promote different species to cooperate from all walks of life, and we are?"

"Non-appreciated and cogs in a machine?"

"...well kinda, but i was gonna say HUMAN. We're one of the most dominant species in the galaxy. The Festival was curated for xenos to have fun. The planet it's hosted on changes every few years, as the host planet this time around we just aren't prioritized. Even IF we, technically, are aliens ourselves from the perspectives of others~"

Footsteps audibly approached, causing Dima to gasp in alarm and grab a few of the wax sticks which had been worn down to mere nubs as she pranced up to the energy shield wall and waved two of her arms at the guards passing by.

"Parties? Dima likes parties that sounds fun! Can this one go?" Dima quipped as they gave the alien woman a look before attempting to move on. "H-hey! Wait! Hey godlings! Do you like uhh, have anymore of THESE color sticks? Dima is running out and can't finish!" She whined innocently as the naive xeno tilted her head curiously. Watching as one of the guards looked at the cell, looked at the number attached to it and then proceeded to examine the name attached to the specific cell block.

"...Prime...Domina?" One of them said, exchanging looks with another guard before returning both of their pairs of eyes to Dima. Leaning to the sides a bit as if to see behind Dima and peek at whatever the hell it was she was doing in there. They looked at the large walls of the cell and noticed how a great majority of the space had been etched, painted or drawn upon as if a child had been given a marker. However, they began to realize quickly that the drawings were not random but rather told a story from one end of the cell all the way to the other side where her progress suddenly ceased.

"Whatcha guys lookin at?" She mused, turning around to look around her cell confused before squinting and looking back at them. "Oh hey, can Dima also have some food? This one is kinda hungry ya know? Do you have some uhhhh, squid soup maybe? Dima LOVES squid soup~" Dima rambled, going on as the guards pulled up a datapad without so much as a word and staring at it before squinting.

"Where did i hear that name?" A guard muttered, scrolling through the pad until both of the guards gasped aloud. "Wait NO WAY! Mason check this out?" One of them said, holding out their datapad as a sudden holo-projection of a large, four armed armored creature appeared sporting full Mandalorian armor. The holovid displayed the figure in various battles and scenarios.

Dimas eyes dilated on the projection.

"Oh wow! They look AMAZING! Who are they? Are they a mighty warrior like this one?" Dima quipped, the two guards making faces at one another before glaring back at the xeno behind the energy field.

"...It's...like...it's YOU right?" Mason asked, making Dima squint a bit.

"Mmn, your projection is wrong. Dimas butt is not THAT big~" She quipped naively, making one of the guards almost choke back a snicker before nudging the other guard.

"No it's her alright, what other four armed Mandalorians with massive tails named PRIME do you know runnin around?" Mason confidently explained before clearing their throat. "Ahem, but uhhh. Miss...Prime?"

"Yeeeeeees, little god?" Dima mused warmly, her five eyes hyper focused.

"Ya know uhhh, well...your kinda famous now. Talk of the town apparently i questioned if it was you or not but now i'm certain. You were nominated for the Starborn festivals Xeno of The Year. The hutts were furious, probably burned money betting on the wrong number" They explained, making Dima make a face as she scratched at the scales along her neck in confusion.

"Famous? Dima does not feel very famous. Dima can't even get any squid soup!" Dima mumbled back, gesturing with one of her claws. "So does this mean Dima gets soup now?" She asked bluntly, still not fully understanding what they were trying to tell her, her lack understanding when it came to social cues and basic etiquette still needing some work.

However, unbeknownst to the exotic xeno lass down below on the Coruscant surface the city was stirring quite the celebration among the vast population with a great collection of honored guest being welcomed from all around.

And here she was, stuck in a box.

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[Laphisto]

Laphisto had pursued around the city of Coruscant. It had been so long since he had last been to the planet, and even through thousands of years, it didn't seem to change at all, tall buildings obscuring the skyline. He pushed through the city. he had no idea about the festival, though he had somehow found himself amid it all. The bustling street he pushed into was filled with all sorts of life forms, most of which he recognized, though others he didn't. Amongst the crowd, he stood out, being well over seven foot eight. His eyes danced over the busy street with a slight grumble. Squinting as he looked around, or was he glaring? It was hard to tell for the most part.

He accidentally bumped into a few people while pushing through the busy street. The low light visibility and his horrible vision didn't help him. he mumbled light apologies as he went. Dressed in his Personalized set of LO-56A MKII Armor. With his Broad Saber at his hip. he bumped into a street vendor and knocked over their stand. Perking his lone ear, he pinned it back on his head, kneeling down to try and help pick up the vendor items, holding a hand to his side with a light hiss of pain. " oh dear me, I'm sorry sir, here allow me to help."

"Hey, watch it! What are you Blind? " The twi'lek male, who at first was rather upset, quickly changed his tune once Laphisto had begun to help him out. "it's fine. Just get out of here and watch where you're going." he gave a small chuckle, shaking his head at the comment. Though he wasn't entirely blind, he was pretty damned close. Giving a slight nod to the man, he turned back into the crowd, his eyes flashing a teal blue as he began to use his force sight to guide him instead of his natural vision. At least he winds up running into anyone again. His left wing was wrapped in cloth and bound to his side, and a few burns scorched the side of his neck. Though what wounds were visible seemed minor, the more severe ones were hidden under his armor.

The more he thought about it, the more he seemed upset with himself. How could he have not seen it coming? All the signs were there that something was going on. that something was wrong. he rumbled out in frustration at himself, giving his head a slight shake followed by a soft sigh. He was lucky to be alive. Had he not been force-sensitive when the Edaar exploded, it would have killed him and the rest of his bridge crew. The thoughts and memories made him shake his head to try and get the thoughts away. A soft sigh soon rolled out past his lips.


Domina Prime

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Coruscant, VIP Party
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Rayne was sort of in a daze, wondering how she had gotten into the situation she had found herself in. She was scrapping, as usual, rummaging about in an alleyway when some individual stepped out an barked some orders at her, telling her that 'guests were arriving' or something like that. Suddenly, before she could even silently protest, the young woman was dragged off into a luxury venue full of high-end individuals, full on wine swirling and mustache twirling. It was some kind of VIP thing, a human organized event for delegates representing the wealthiest of the species to bridge the gap between other species.

And whoever that weird staff guy was seemed to think she was waiting staff or something. They very rudely shoved a tray into her hands and shoved the abnormally tall woman out into the venue. Rayne, of course, almost immediately froze, her breath quickly increasing as she tried to think of a reasonable solution.

The Twi'lek very quickly handed off her tray to some random party goer, who was far too drunk to realize such a thing, then she very quickly attempted to make her way towards the exit, which was when disaster struck in the form of a hand on her shoulder.

A giant, or more accurately Quermian, dressed in some fine draperies and such.

"Ah, you must be the delegate from the Twi'lek community here on Coruscant," the man assumed. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Senator Gozdek of Seeratter. We're a new inclusion, but a proud member of the alliance all the same."

Rayne gave a polite smile while internally screaming. Hopefully the long necked guy would leave her be if she simply didn't say anything, not that she could.

"Come, you must join me for a drink," Senator Gozdek insisted.

And she was whisked away to a table very far from the exit, sweating like a marathon runner. Everything had gotten so much worse.

 

[Jonyna Si]

And here she was, stuck in a box

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The familiar soft steps of boots hitting the floor rang through the prison. Jonyna had made it a habit of visiting Domina Prime weekly, more out of a sense of pity at first, now out of a sense of curiosity. This creature didn't act like other mandos. She wasn't the soldier boy, she was practically a child. Or at least, she acted like one.

"Hey Dima. I heard you're famous now. Got time for little old me?" Jonyna snarked as she approached, waving to the two guards. "I got it from here boys." She waved them off, leaving the two alone. Jonyna sat up against the wall next to Dima's cell door, smiling. "I brought you more markers...er, color sticks."

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Twi'lek & Zeltron Bonanza ​

Coruscant was like a second-- third? home to the colorfully, short-maned woman that bounced and twisted on one of the dance floors. Alora had made countless ventures to the hub of the Republic-- Alliance-- whoever was in charge of the place. You could sell a lot of really expensive, really illegal things here. Not only technology, but information too. And you could turn around and spend all those credits buying different legal and illegal matters alike. Oh, sure, there were lots of ports you could conduct business, but Coruscant had countless levels full of all kinds of legimitate and illegitimate opportunities. It could be quite the time saver.

At least this time there wasn't a Maw invasion force in orbit. Boy had that trip been a bust sales wise.

Alora laughed and moved about without a care in the world. Even tangled with some of the Zeltrons present. Though a few of them seemed a bit perplexed at her not being more frisky. Naughty minxes. Most didn't try to use their smell-goods, but wasn't like they could just turn it off -- so when they came across someone that wasn't instantly bewitched it raised questions. Now was not the time for questions. It was the time to party.

She'd come in an outfit befitting the affair, of course, not her armor. Unlike a large contingent of Maldalorians, Alora wasn't rabidly obsessed with her armor. It didn't even have a T-visor on the helmet. What could she say? She was 'unconventional.' Came with the territory. The clandestine get-in-where-I-want-damn-your-rules territory. You know: smuggling.

If it weren't for the pirated IFF beacon the whole planet wouldn't have even known Gambit had entered atmo. Well, not until it occupied a landing bay and someone asked where the ghostship came from. So, you know, pretend to be someone else, fill out all the paperwork, and not draw unwanted attention as she conducted business and then threw herself into a party while she was there.

Alora. Alora, Gambit's unfathomably patient voice called over the private link, you are going to look for the source of that signal, at some point, aren't you?

Oh, right, the other things that popped up. Well it could wait a few more minutes.

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

Human Hosted V.I.P. Party
Theme Song: Warning - Adult Themes
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Flower petals drifted down from the highest reaches of Coruscant. Zenva watched them crash against the lattice windows of her Pailquin like fragrant, multicolored rain drops, her bizarre yellow-red eyes half closed. This is agonizingly dull, she thought to herself, growling with mild annoyance. She took another swallow of her brandy and continued to stare off into the middle distance. She would never understand why the Hutt's enjoyed this method of transportation so much.

Exotic incense burned in bowls around her feet, drowning out the animalistic stink of the half dozen Gamorreans that carried her. The soft gray smoke playing with the energy shield she wore to leave a haze in the air around her Pailquin, obscuring the view of the crimson skinned alien within. Ahead of her, four golden Droids ushered people out of the way, announcing her presence at every venue, party, or event she arrived to. Behind her, numerous sets of Twi-lek, male and female alike, carried litters stacked high with gifts and offerings meant for her masters within the Hutt Cartel.

Gambling, drinking, and partying on this scale would never go unnoticed by the Hutt's. Luckily some organizer or politician had been wise enough to see that the Hutt's and their Cartels had been made a substantial part of the planet wide festivals. This ensured the Cartels got their hands on enough credits that no one would need to resort to bloodshed for a profit. At least, that was the intention, or so Zenva assumed.

"Take notice, and rejoice!" The mechanized voice of one of her Droids boomed out, drawing the Zabrak's attention to the present. "You're ambassador to the Supreme Council of the Hutt's has arrived. The Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta, and Major Domo of the Hutt Cartel. Her radiant Excellency, Lady Zenva Vrotoa."

Two Droids opened the doors of her Pailquin, sweet smoke blossoming into the air to reveal the creature seated upon the throne within. Horns crowned the woman's head, each decorated with rings of gold. Ebony tattoos laced across her crimson flesh in elaborate patterns, blending with the swirls of her evening gown so well it was difficult to tell were one ended, and the other began. One long leg rest atop the other at the knee, her stiletto bobbing in the air as she gazed at the gathering before her.

She spoke for a few moments, her nearly musical voice at odds with the aggressiveness of her mother tongue, Zabraki. Few outside her species spoke the language, and it was every bit as fierce as their home world. She raised her glass to the assembly before her, took a sip, and reclined into her seat. The Droid that had spoken before raised its voice once more. "Her Excellency greats you all warmly. She bids you a joyous festival, and welcomes those who would pay their respects to the Supreme Council."

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