Solo Rave!

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Kwenn Space Station​

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[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CW67MG8wDk[/video]​

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[member="Voph"] [member="Mariya Fleischer"] [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] [member="Orex Mauda"] [member="Kvelduf Ioscyn"] [member="Jayce Pryde"]

Lori entered Club Tallifax in eager anticipation. This wasn't exactly in the norm for her. She's learning the Jedi and Force ways with her father [member="Veiere Arenais"] , plus learning a bit more on how to rule Commenor. One day she'll need to, as was evident when it had appeared that her Mom was murdered. It turned out to be a part of some other plot and she wasn't murdered at all. But that wasn't important.

Right now was.

Lori was going to just let loose and be herself. So many around her were all pairing up, getting married or whatnot, while she was on her own or a third wheel or whatever. Hearing that there was a single's rave, she just HAD to go! Was she going to act like some Padawan or some snooty Princess? Nope! She was going to be her usual goofy self and just have a good time without any cares or worries.

That wasn't to say that there wasn't any danger. Kwenn Station, most especially Club Tallifax was a hotbed for spicers, crimelords and the like. So of course she had a little holdout pistol hidden in a small holster on her left thigh beneath her little dress. Her lightsaber she kept inside the cockpit of her ship that was docked nearby. And she had the Force as well, so it wasn't as though she was entirely defenseless. And besides, trouble wasn't drawn to her like it was towards other members of her family.

Opening the doors she stepped inside, her brunette strands of hair waving with the air currents. The club was alive with music and bodies dancing. There were tables, bars, booths of all sizes for drinking and socializing. And of course there were the various dance floors and stages.

Lori smiled in spite of herself and headed right to the bar. The tender eyed her as he waited for her to make her selection. In truth she wasn't sure of what she was going to order. "Umm...I'll have a something light and fruity to start. Something tastey...like a...umm...daiquiri. Yeah! One of those please."

The tender just smirked before he fulfilled her order, sliding it over to her. She picked it up and took a sip through the straw, turning to have a look around. Was she going to know anyone here? Probably not. And that would be the BEST! Because then she wouldn't get tattled on....

 

[Jayce Pryde]

The young Sith lord was looking all kinds of smooth tonight, Having ditched his boring black robes and tunic for something more appropriate for the evening. Donning a pair of black colored cargo pants tucked over lightweight armored boots and a dark silk shirt covered with a black terentatek leather jacket...... He was stylin.

He'd chosen a booth back in the corner to sit so that he'd have his back to a wall and still be able to see all the entrances. Jayce was here to have a good time and maybe make some new acquaintances.... But it still helped to be prepared. Plus from his spot he could watch everyone and see who, if any, were actually worth his time.​

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph, much like a few of the shadier patrons, was seated along the wall. Not that he held the same level of paranoia, of course, but he was certainly not in a position to draw attention to himself. And yet, in spite of that his armor usually drew attention in settings such as these. He was dressed in much lighter fare tonight. Simple armor-weave tunic with sparse duraplast plating. The most eye catching part of his wardrobe was with out a doubt the red cape he wore along with it. That or the lightsaber hanging at his hip.

Either way. He was not here to hide. Business was to be found, even in the dingy corners of the galaxy such as this. And so it was he found himself in Club Tallifax. A man like him needed contacts. Particularly ones that could keep an eye on the underside of the galaxy. He was, after all, looking for someone. Or something. But for now, that could wait. He realized that for all his distaste of Vaiken Station, and the petty politics it bred, he rather enjoyed the atmosphere.

He leaned back in his chair, head turning slightly as he searched through the crowd. Music selection was...nicer, even if it wasn't his style. Sith had no ear for the finer things. He tipped back his drink to take a sip as he continued to probe through the crowd. He nearly choked on it when he sensed the familiar presence of Captain Arenais. What was she doing here? He knew she wouldn't be looking for him, at the least.

He hoped, anyway. He set his drink back on the table as he leaned forward, still coughing quietly. He shook his head slightly to clear a loose strand of hair from his face, and reached back to pull the black strands back into a short pony tail. Not quite to its old length yet, but it was getting there. When he was finished, he adjusted the simple red cloth back to cover his empty eye sockets. Probably in his best interests to keep himself looking respectable in a place like this. Whoever owned the place wouldn't be happy if he scared off the patrons.

He stood, and drained the last of his drink. He supposed he should get out in front of this one while he had the opportunity. He stepped towards the bar behind Lori and sat down next to her as she placed her order. Voph dropped a credit chit on the bar. "Her first is on me. And get me another Corellian Whiskey while you're at it." Voph didn't turn to look at Lori, but rather past her. He felt something. There was at least one other Force Sensitive here. And there was something familiar about him. Yet Voph couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Fancy meeting you here, Captain."

[member="Loreena Arenais"] [member="Jayce Pryde"]

 

[Mauda]

I could feel my journey into the dark side soon reaching its event horizon and so I thought I would enjoy my last venture into public occasion. Perhaps Enjoy wasn't quite the word. Make use of. With such intentions, I took my personal craft and seeked out the the trendiest Space Club. Coruscsant was too.. hot the moment.

Soon I came across The Tallifax, aboard Kwen Station. It was good enough and looked lively. There would be plenty of networking opportunities. Docking my craft I headed straight to the source of music and voices.

I wasn't dressed up for anything. My dark cloak tailed my calves, I looked as good going to this club as I did delivering infinite suffering to the average slaver. But I wasn't trying to impress. There was no need. I simply needed to talk and make connections. Drink a bit, then leave. Hopefully my particular ideological persuasions wouldn't cause any .. deaths.

I walked through the doorway and was greeted by a plethora of Energy. Light and music all oscillating wildly, accompanied by some intriguing feelings. But those feelings would be put aside for now, I needed a drink.

I proceeded to the bar and placed my hands on the counter. My charcoal right hand flaked dust upon the impact.

"Pan Whiskey with Ice. Thank you."

As it's was placed before me I lay a credit chip on the counter and turned to walk away. As I did, I glanced a pair of figures. One young lady, harbouring a subtle stress, and another clad in armour emanating The Force in strong waves. The grin of torn flesh on the right side of my face bared itself in a subtle greeting before I made my way to a seat by a wall.

Once I got there, I closed my eyes and began a form of meditation. Quite deliberately I tapped into any Darksiders or criminal scum by projecting my presence in The Force to any in the vicinity.

"Let's Talk" I spoke through my energy.

[member="Voph"]
[member="Jayce"] Pride
[member="Loreena Arenais"]

 

[Mauda]

I could feel my journey into the dark side soon reaching its event horizon and so I thought I would enjoy my last venture into public occasion. Perhaps Enjoy wasn't quite the word. Make use of. With such intentions, I took my personal craft and seeked out the the trendiest Space Club. Coruscsant was too.. hot at the moment.

Soon I came across The Tallifax, aboard Kwen Station. It was good enough and looked lively. There would be plenty of networking opportunities. Docking my craft I headed straight to the source of music and voices.

I wasn't dressed up for anything. My dark cloak tailed my calves, I looked as good going to this club as I did delivering infinite suffering to the average slaver. But I wasn't trying to impress. There was no need. I simply needed to talk and make connections. Drink a bit, then leave. Hopefully my particular ideological persuasions wouldn't cause any .. deaths.

I walked through the doorway and was greeted by a plethora of Energy. Light and music all oscillating wildly, accompanied by some intriguing feelings. But those feelings would be put aside for now, I needed a drink.

I proceeded to the bar and placed my hands on the counter. My charcoal right hand flaked dust upon the impact.

"Pan Whiskey with Ice. Thank you."

As it's was placed before me I lay a credit chip on the counter and turned to walk away. As I did, I glanced a pair of figures. One young lady, harbouring a subtle stress, and another clad in armour emanating The Force in strong waves. The grin of torn flesh on the right side of my face bared itself in a subtle greeting before I made my way to a seat by a wall.

Once I got there, I closed my eyes and began a form of meditation. Quite deliberately I tapped into any Darksiders or criminal scum by projecting my presence in The Force to any in the vicinity.

"Let's Talk" I spoke through my energy.

[member="Voph"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Loreena Arenais"]

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

So much for not knowing anyone. Lori sipped her drink, not moving from her spot as [member="Voph"] approached and sat by her side. Was he sent to babysit her? How would anyone know that she was here? Did she have a tracer somewhere implanted on her ship?

"Fancy meeting you here on Singles Night, Lord Voph. Or were you unaware?" She smirked as she began to tease him. What better way to make him give her some space? "Or are you here to look for Lady Love, hmm? That special someone that'll just make every day worth living?" Lori snickered while she held her drink firmly in her hands, just in case someone bumped into her.

Her eyes took in some of the other patrons. [member="Jayce Pryde"] didn't stand out too much. Pretty much everyone wore black, including herself. However instead of wearing an outfit that looked tough or grungy, Lori figured that her own was soft, yet mysterious. She could pack a punch if anyone deserved it.

[member="Orex Mauda"] soon waltzed in. He looked...well, as though he had some stories to tell, most of which that were probably disturbing. A chill came across her, causing the hairs to raise on the back of her neck, yet she wasn't clear as to why. Perhaps it was just the drink, but she took it upon herself to go a bit easier on it.

"I didn't realize that there were so many different...characters on Kwenn Station. It's different than what I read up on it. Funny how that goes."

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph frowned slightly. "Singles night? Hmph. No, I wasn't exactly in the market." His brow furrowed for a moment as his gaze turned towards her. She wasn't all that pleased to see him. And he couldn't say he blamed her, given their history. He stood. "And, you may recall, I surrendered that title some time ago." The hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end as well. He turned to look behind him at the black cloaked figure that had stopped at the bar not long ago.

He could feel a probing in the back of his mind. His brow furrowed as he looked after the man burrowed in to a booth along the back wall. Denying the man entry to his mind was an easy task for Voph. But, the message was still received nonetheless. And promptly ignored as he turned back to Lori. Damn Sith walking in like they owned the place. Couldn't possibly bear to leave the patrons in peace. Or maker forbid speak with them like a reasonable being. Voph sighed quietly as his gaze found Lori. "I came here hoping I might find more help for a...search I've been conducting." He'd leave it at that. "So yes, I'm as surprised to see you here as you are me. But, I can take a hint."

He offered the girl a slight bow, and turned to retreat to a table nearby. Singles night. The very thought made Voph shudder. He'd seen a few of those at his old haunt. Never worked out well. But, he wasn't going to let something like that keep him from his drink. He sat down at a table near the dance floor, and pulled out a datapad. He set it on the table beside his drink, and began mulling over the contents...

[member="Loreena Arenais"]
[member="Orex Mauda"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Orex Mauda"][member="Loreena Arenais"][member="Voph"]

A quick inhale through his left nostril while he ran the back of his hand under his nose caused the thin line of crushed glitterstim to vanish into his facehole. The almost instant rush of the narcotic washing over him followed by a deep flow of the force within him....

A monent or so later a small serving droid showed job to his booth to deliver his order of some strange green liquor and a shot glass. He took them both from the tray with a nod to the droid. He popped to cork on the bottle and poured enough into the glass for a single shot before bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a deep chug....

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

New face of Prennis Keeoli; name change pending​

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College parties had gotten so much more...intense since Prennis last went to grad school back on Byblos. A single glance around the club clued the nursing student into this. Actually, it didn't look like anyone from her Commenori class was in attendance.

Fantastic, Prenn thought sarcastically. It made sense now; maybe her fellow students had plotted to send her, the one that set a high standard for the rest of them, way out to the Mid Rim in hopes of eliminating the academic competition.

She sighed heavily, adjusting the skirt of her flowy dress more for its calming quality than necessity. But she was already here, so she might as well enjoy herself in any case. Plus, it didn't look so bad...?

Prenn shook her head, put on a gentle smile, and stepped through the crowd.

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/ [member="Voph"] | [member="Loreena Arenais"] | [member="Jayce Pryde"] | [member="Orex Mauda"] \​

 

[Zeke Tune]

It had been a long time since Zeke had been able to work on his art, and even longer since he had time to just sit and relax. Between the administrative duties on Melida/Daan, which he found fascinating, and his various art exhibitions, he had been running himself ragged. Now, that wasn't to say he HADN'T been making art, but, honestly, none of it was much good for the last few months. Even when he was doing it, it wasn't....relaxing. He had helped a long time acquaintance open a small art gallery on the station. It was a low brow thing, but, he always believed in helping out his friends. It was there, he had heard of this singles night, and decided, it was worth a try. No, not to find someone to bring back to his quarters, but, just, try and find someone to talk to. To get his mind off the humdrum day to day.

He got ready with all the trimmings. Shower, cologne, good outfit, made himself feel good about how he looked in the mirror. He was dressed more CASUALLY, however, it was still classy. When done, he moved into the club, and looked around at everyone. Eyes quickly spotted Voph and the Sith. Trouble. However, there was someone that did catch his eyes. Younger than he normally talked to, however, there was a presence about her he found...interesting. Sliding up to the bar, he smiled at [member="Loreena Arenais"] with a big charming smile. Eyes moved over to the bartender for a moment. “Bartender, drinks are on me tonight. All of them.” Sliding over the credit chits, he was good to keep his hand hovering around them, so as to keep any onlookers from seeing the amount. However, as the bar tenders eyes lit up, it was easy to see it was enough.

Ordering a straight Corellian whiskey, the artist turned to the girl again. “Good evening. I'm Zeke Tune. May I ask your name?” Voice was smooth as silk, practiced and warm, just loud enough to be heard over the music, without shouting. Through the force, she, Voph and others, could feel he meant no harm. He had no ulterior motives, and his goals were simply to find someone to talk to for a few hours, to enjoy the atmosphere as best as possible. “Normally, I like slower music for talking to people. But, I admit, sometimes these places are fun to go to.”

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori just called [member="Voph"] by his old title out of habit. Just when she was starting to get used to having to use titles and make decisions for her home planet, her Dad had returned and swooped in to take over.

She raised a brow as he had mentioned coming here for help for a search that he was undertaking. Did it have to do with her Mom's disappearance? Lori needed some time away from all of that. A time to clear her head and let new ideas take their place. It was sort of like how she'd be tinkering with her jetpack or something and hit a snag. If she couldn't come up with a solution right away, she'd go out in her training fighter and race through a mountain range at low altitude. That tended to help.

Yet now he left her side. That made her feel a bit more comfortable in that she felt less as though she was being guarded. There will come a time when she'd be guarded all the time, but not now. Not for a long time, hopefully. So she was enjoying her freedom while she could. Who knows how tough her Jedi lessons were going to be. Right now they were mostly lectures on the balance of life.

Her thoughts continued to drift with the music until [member="Zeke Tune"] arrived, offering him a polite smile in return. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the expression from the bartender as the credit chits were handed to him. Did the new arrival offer to pay for everyone's drinks? That was very generous. She saluted him with her glass and took another sip. "Thank you kindly.
My name's Lori. Good to meet you Zeke Tune." She kept her full name out of it, as she always did. Not everyone knew of her family, but some did. And it was just always easier if people were ignorant to it. Lori was quite used to others doing so as well, only giving her a part of their names or just a nickname. So as far as she was aware, Zeke Tune was just one name instead of two.

"I've only been to a place like this once before, on Coruscant. I thought I'd see if every club is similar or if it varies depending on the region. I'm used to being in much quieter and less populated spaces. Can't hurt to get away from the norm every once in a while though, right?"

[member="Jayce Pryde"] [member="Orex Mauda"] [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph put the datapad away after a moment. He sat at his table with a blank look about him, calmly taking the occasional sip of his drink. Till he picked it up and realized it was empty. Hmph. He sat unmoving for a moment, save for the rolling of the glass in his hand. He looked...bored. Voph reached up and rubbed his eye sockets through the blindfold, his brow furrowing as he did so. He was tired. A smirk crossed his face as he considered this. The night was young. People were still arriving. And here he was considering calling it a night. Maybe he was getting old.

He pushed himself to his feet, and walked back over towards the bar. He set his glass down, and tossed a credit chit down. "Corellean Ale." The bartender tried to refuse his chit, as [member="Zeke Tune"] had already paid, but Voph refused, insisting he take it. He was paying for his own drinks tonight. Always had, always will.

Voph pulled himself up on a barstool while he waited. He glanced to the side, noticing a young woman moving through the crowd. A rather...nervous air about her, he supposed. But, he was losing his touch. Times of peace bred people far different than the galaxy he was used to. His brow furrowed as he watched her. Human appearance...but not a species he was familiar with. Morellean, perhaps?

He took his drink from the bartender, and stood back up, turning to move through the crowd to the woman. She seemed...familiar though. Perhaps someone he'd met in passing on Commenor? The former noble of Commenor's moon stepped within arm's reach of [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] and cleared his throat. "Pardon me, miss," his scarred brow furrowed and head tilted to the side ever so slightly as he spoke, "I cannot help but feel that I have met you before somewhere." He offered her a soft smile, and extended a hand. "Voph. Sitdrisa'yr." The second word sounded as though it was a name, added as an afterthought. "At your service."

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

She had time to kill, anyway. It wasn't like she had to head back moderately early to study for her practicums spread out over the next week. She had previously held a M.D. after all, but, because she had left that behind in First Order space, not to mention the change in identity since then, she needed to do it all again--thankfully, starting at the graduate level instead of completely from scratch. She had her sights set on nursing this time around the educational block, but most of the curriculum still held true to what she already knew and had practiced for years.

At least now she had a chance to make up for lost time, so to say: to enjoy the social side of college rather than gluing her nose to the screen of her datapads.

"Pardon me, miss."

Prennis stopped in her meandering path and turned about. Then she, too, furrowed her own brow at this man calling himself [member="Voph"] Sitdrisa'yr. She thought on it--maybe--but wasn't able to recall ever seeing the vision in front of her. So, she gently shook her head before giving him her hand, expecting to shake.

"Prennis Keeoli," she likewise introduced. "You do? I'm sorry, I don't recall."

 

[Arekk]

Kwenn Space Station, Kwenn, The Mid Rim​

"More booze? Huh, I guess so."
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[member="Loreena Arenais"] ~ [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] ~ [member="Voph"] ​

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When the beeping noise of his datapad woke him up from a very good night's sleep after partying so hard he felt his head would explode, Arekk felt ultimately compelled to assist Lori's little rave somewhere in a space station on Kwenn. It was funny that a place ran by The Cabal, the slicer's former employer (Gorba the Hutt anyways), was hosting a celebration such as this one.

He had decided to come over to visit considering the fallen Jedi owed Lori one from before when she wanted to liberate Commenor, surely this wasn't entirely comparable or reedemable over freeing your people but the intention was what mattered. Besides, who could say no to free drinks? Definitely not Arekk, not nowadays.

"Give me the hardest drink you have." He said while approaching the bartender by the counter and taking ownership of the stool in the middle. It was like he had done this a thousand times... Well, he did. "Great music, huh?"

Lori would be around somewhere roaming around, making sure everyone was feeling comfortable or something. In his head she continued to be the little kid that looked like a lost puppy on Ethos City, to see her in a nightclub in the middle of nowhere was certainly difficult to adjust to. They grow up too fast, they say.

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[Kyyrk]

Voph shook the girls' offered hand gently. "Forgive me then, miss Keeoli. I suppose I was mistaken." He smiled softly, head turning quickly to look at something beside them, then turning back to Prenn. The large scar across his face twisted with the smile, but partially obscured by the blindfold he wore over his empty sockets. "The galaxy is a big place. Perhaps we simply passed each other in a hallway somewhere." His hand was withdrawn from hers, and it fell back to his side.

She was right. On further reflection, it did seem he'd made a mistake. Odd, for him, but not unheard of. "I do tend to make a habit of keeping out of the spotlight. Forgettable face, and all that." His roguish smile suggested there might be a twinkle in his eyes, were he not Miralukan. He was not entirely serious about having a forgettable face. Or was he? He gestured towards the bar behind him. "Buy you a drink, miss Keeoli?"

[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

A rave. For singles.

Kelsie had never truly felt single. Much of her time as an operative for the Alignment after the battle of Endor had been time she'd been engaged, and being single with a child wouldn't do, especially not for someone like herself. Even when men approached her she could always tell they had a small, sinking feeling that she'd never be theirs. And she never would be.

But the thrill never left her. As she stepped into the party wearing a simple black leather jacket, faded white t-shirt and blue jeans, she felt that rush. It had been far too long. She needed practice, and a night for singles? There were bound to be a few people approaching her tonight, and she could only hope that she still had it after eight hundred years.

She toyed with her reddish-brown hair, having let it down out of its usual braid, as she walked smoothly over to the bar, her low-heeled boots clacking on the floor as she went. Once she reached there, she reached into her coat for her wallet as she asked for a Corellian Whiskey, but the bartender told her that someone had already paid for the drinks tonight. She offered her perfect smile, saying simply "Tell them thanks" as she took her glass and had a little sip. She hopped up into the seat at the bar, starting to reach out in the Force -- before stopping herself. No, tonight wouldn't be that kind of night. She relaxed, leaned against the bar, and hoped to make a few real friends -- or at least acquaintances -- on this nice night on Kwenn station. Of course, the night could always get better.

 

[Mauda]

My search was concluded. While meditating, a brief but noticeable flux in the local force environment caught my attention. I opened my eyes to see the back of a red-headed, casually dressed woman. Assessing her print on the force, her flow was pure, blue but somewhat polluted by Grief, Loss.. and a sense of being utterly lost. I assumed we probably wouldn't gel well considering our stark differences in the force but regardless, an opportunity to make connections was always useful.

I drew my calling in the force to a close and roped in any rogue anger littering my being. Of course she would always sense something. But I didn't want to lambast her senses with my.. feelings.

I stood and walked to the bar. Sitting on her right side, my left facing her so as to avoid grinning exposed teeth and muscle to a potential ally I put on the friendliest exterior I could manage.

"Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi"

She certainly didn't seem like a Jedi and I was confident the comment was wrong. But that was all intentional. It begged conversation.

[member="Kelsie Sylvan"]

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

Even without actively sensing, the lessons ingrained into her kept her aware. She already had her eyes on the one approaching her as she sipped her drink, still leaning against the bar. Just at a glanced, she felt mildly intimidated, but she could tell he was at least putting some effort in. She raised an eyebrow at his words... thrills would have to wait. She wondered what her mentor would do in this situation. Met by a dark-sider repressing his constant anger -- sounded like a story her mentor would tell. She took another small sip of her drink, then set it down beside herself, her elbows then settling into place behind her as they rested on the bar.

"The Jedi... lame, buddy. I'd start with something a little more universal, say, 'Is that a mirror in your pocket? Cuz I can see myself in your pants' or 'Did you swallow some magnets? Cuz you're attractive'." She smiled cheekily at him. "This is a singles party my guy, and if you look closely you can tell who's looking for a one night stand and who's out for real love. I'm here for the former, maybe the latter if they're real good, and you don't seem to be here for either. Any other day I'd entertain that, but the Force hasn't really been agreeing with me lately, so I'm in no position to be sparking a conversation just on that." She took her drink once more and sipped it, eyes returning to the crowd, before she glanced again at him. "Want a drink? Some guy bought the bar, it's free."

[member="Orex Mauda"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

"Ah, shut up," she replied jokingly. "I was either in a rush or have a familiar face." She laughed. "Must've been the first. I wouldn't have forgotten yours." Then she froze, limbs going somewhat rigid. That sounded flirty, not that the word were there hung between them, but she had simply meant that it was easier for her to remember aliens (other aliens, like her, she needed to periodically remind herself). Was it racist? She thought not; it was a simple realization of that certain characteristic. And, to some extent, her heightened awareness, one could say, served to remind her how free and diverse the greater galaxy was--what service to the Order had done much to deprive her from, though it had not succeeded entirely.

That, too, she laughed off. "A drink would be great," she replied. "And please," she added, following him back to the bar, "Prenn or Prennis." She knew that no assumed identity nor amount of time spend living it would make her forget her years as Aes'ona Terrani, but one of the memories--or pet peeves, more like--was her hatred of the military's enforcement of the conversational use of last names, even among colleagues or, dare she admit she had any, friends within the ranks.

Once she sat down on at empty bar stool, she was handed a datapad menu by the attending. "Something light, maybe?" she asked the bartender rhetorically as she scanned over their most popular selections. She glanced over to Voph. "You know more than me, I'd reckon. Surprise me?" This time, it was a request, and the newfound Lorrdian passed the menu over to the Miralukan.

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[member="Voph"]​

 

[Mauda]

I couldn't help but laugh. Awfully interesting and funny. But I wasn't here for love as she'd quite perceptively pointed out. The whole idea was very enticing but I couldn't see past it being a potential weakness. But I did need people. Certain plans required certain people.

"You could have expected lines like that from someone who'd taken a different path. But that's not to say I have no interest. Simply, my interests lie elsewhere."

I tapped the counter and got myself another Rum

"Very observant that I'm not here for anything Singles related. Just networking. If that doesn't bore you too much, might I ask what you do?"

Love. Maybe if I wasn't such a polluted soul. Maybe if my past permitted me to have taken my being elsewhere. But that wasn't the case and now I was plagued by nothing but anger and incessant pain. Even if my plans did not have me in no position to harbor attachment, if Love was never a weakness for me. What then? I was simply too ruined to offer anything remotely comforting. Unfortunate. But all had been and gone.

[member="Kelsie Sylvan"]