Faction Standing in the Light

[Makko Vyres]

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Open to Jedi of the Republic. Choose One setting that makes your character most uncomfortable


Makko Vyres did not begin the lesson in a training hall.

In two different locations, he delivered the same speech to two different groups of padawans. They looked prepared for drills, for lectures on technique, perhaps even for sparring and yet they had found themselves in:

A Denon Nightclub
or
A Ukatis Ballroom

"You are here because you think you want to be Sentinels. Or Shadows. Some of you think that means you will learn how to sneak. How to fight dirty. How to disappear."

A faint, humourless smile touched one corner of his mouth.

"The difficult part is actually standing in the light and not making a fething idiot of yourself."

"Infiltration isn't always about being unseen. It is about being unremarkable. It is about walking into places you do not belong and making people forget to question why you are there."

He looked across the group. His gaze turned sharply to each to them in turn.

"Tonight, you're here to be out of your comfort zone. A Denon nightclub full of cyber ravers who hate outsiders/ a ballroom on Ukatis, full of nobles who will smile while they measure your worth."

He left a deliberate pause.

"You will talk to people. You will listen more than you speak. You will not use the Force to pry, persuade, or intimidate. You will use it to judge if you're saying the wrong things. You will bring me back something real. A rumour. A secret. A fear. Something that matters to the people who live there."

Makko lowered his arms.

"If that makes you uncomfortable, good. That means you are learning."

"Any questions?"

Makko grinned. Perhaps he could get used to teaching.

 

[Bettany Sal-Soren]

Location: Denon nightclub
Objective: find something for Makko
Tags: Makko Vyres

Wearing this

"None at all Knight Makko." she said, lying but not wanting to admit that she didnt have the confidence in this life that some of the padawans half her age already had. Stick her on a stage or in front of cameras and she was golden. But make her do jedi stuff and she was as green as her new lightsaber blade.

When she had been filming My Husband and Die she had only been a child and this Jedi Makko had not even been on the scene with Corazona as far as the public had been aware. But later on she had kept up with the heiress Jedi's life and even managed to attend the name day of their child. So she knew who he was. But what he wanted, another question entirely, particularly today.

Bettany had been on Denon a bunch of times, doing film shoots, even attending a gala to raise money for the billions of forgotten people on the planet, discretes she thought the word was. Usually though she would be escorted by at least one bodyguard, usually a muscular man the size of a small van whose one purpose in life was to keep her safe. Not tonight.

She felt nervous, she was in a grotty night club feeling very over dressed, she was only seventeen so it wasnt like she even had years of this scene to fall back on. She looked around at the people of Denon, any one of them could be a criminal, even a terrorist and she wouldn't have a clue. Her publicist had recommended she wore a nail mounted "spike sensor" here. If she dipped it in her drink and there was anything untoward in it, it would vibrate and she could get the fuck out of there.

But it wasnt even the rough around the edges citizens that scared her the most. The corporate security of Denon were legendary, and she could see why. Big and tough and ready to break your jaw if you stepped even a foot out of line. They were up to their eyes in corruption and had a power trip that the Darths would be impressed by. If she was in a fix, she had only herself to rely on here. She hoped Makko Vyres stuck around nearby just in case. He was familiar with this place by all accounts and she assumed it was his job as the teacher to make sure she didnt get murdered or bagged up to be auctioned off to the highest paying corporate.

"What are you doing, Betty. You are a Sal-Soren, you should be fearless." she chastised herself before grabbing her drink off the barman. Testing its contents and heading towards the dance floor. At least she felt pretty tonight, her outfit was on point, even if it made her stick out like a sore thumbs.


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[Roten]

Ballroom, Ukatis
Tags: Makko Vyres , Open...

Kiba no Shimai​

"The difficult part is actually standing in the light and not making a fething idiot of yourself."

There was some comedy to that statement, at least from Roten's perspective. He sure felt like an idiot doing all of this 'light' stuff, especially considering his background.

Roten didn't often leave Veridia for training. He was trying to diversify himself as a Jedi, though, get out of his comfort zone. In particular, he wanted to get a better grasp of the high society his Master Matthew of Valendale came from. As of current it was a strange beast he had little interest in engaging with. Maybe it was because he had seen the darkest corners of the galaxy, the sorts of places that those in opulence stood on.

Maybe he felt he didn't fit in in a place like that.

Whatever the case was, he was certainly here now. All he had to do was get somebody to divulge them information without the Force... seemed straight forward enough. He didn't exactly have mind tricks down, so it wouldn't be tempting to cheat. It was really just a matter of how he'd even get past people who hid behind masks.

Sometimes they did wear their egos on their sleeves. Valor the Forsaken came to mind. His insecurity manifested in kicking down, and he seemed to mock others from a perspective of personal experience. He could surely hope that the nobles here would be as straight forward, but the truth of the matter was far more complex. You couldn't exactly have an outburst like that at a party and look good to your peers. Alcohol was out of the question as well. Roten had grown to despise drink after growing up around slobbish pirates. It seemed rather un-Jedi like to convince someone to get drunk to reveal their secrets anyways.

He'd have to just figure out how to do things his own way. A low snarl escaped his teeth as he pulled at the collar of his nice suit. It was unbearably stuffy, especially for somebody with fur. Hopefully he didn't need to be here for long...

Someone would let something slip eventually, right?