Dominion Starbird | GA Dominion of Coruscant

[Spirit of Unity]

OPEN TO ALL FRIENDLIES OF THE G.A.

Coruscant // Galactic City // Senate District
Senate Plaza

The day had finally come.

Parades and celebrations had already started to spill into the streets of Galactic City by the time the official announcement had begun. With the momentous occasion closing many businesses for the day, the people rejoiced at a chance to relax and celebrate something for a change. While the politics of it all brought some hope and satisfaction, it was a secondary thought to most. Between ruthless conflicts and oppression, the ability to party or indulge in desires had been a luxury few were able to afford in recent years. However, with the Core seeing a recent economic boom as the two regional governments--now one--grew stronger, it seemed the recession was finally coming to an end. This alone offered a reason to get out and enjoy ones’ self.

At the heart of the capital city, Senate Plaza was alive and bustling with excitement. Vibrant lights had been set up to cast all sorts of colours and patterns across the domed tops of the Senate and Executive Buildings. Buskers performed songs and tricks throughout the sprawling courtyard, while festival rides and other curious attractions entertained the cheering masses. To the East of the plaza, away from the where the Chancellor, Vice Chair and other politicians were addressing the crowd, groups of sound technicians and maintenance workers performed the last checks to prepare a massive stage that had been erected for the event. Once the formalities were done, dozens of artists from across the Alliance’s many systems were set to play music long into the night.

From every visible banner and flag pole, and across every piece of merchandise being sold across the square, was the government’s newly adopted ‘star-spangled starbird’ crest; it’s simple golden design an homage to the Alliances and Republics of old. It was one of many reminders that, after many trials and trepidation, the dark clouds were finally passing. A new era of the people was beginning.

Democracy had returned.

“And at that, I say we rejoice!” the enthused voice of Emmen Tagge, the newly elected Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance, echoes from the loudspeakers as he nears the end of his grand speech. He holds his hands up to the roaring crowd, his beaming smile emphasizing the wrinkles on his face.

“For this is the first of many great days to come,” he turns his head and gestures toward the quarth woman standing a few meters at his side; Raona Cadera , his appointed Vice Chair “as one we are stronger than ever. Together we will rebuild our worlds, we will rebuild our economy, and we will restore our hope!”

At that, he motions for the Vice Chair to come to his side and offers her a pen. Some of the viewscreens around the plaza change to show a live feed from a probe droid hovering just above the two politicians. It shows a document resting on the podium he had been speaking from; the header reading clearly in an elegant High Galactic font ‘The Common Charter of the Galactic Alliance’.

“Please, after you,” he says quietly to Lisza, allowing for the ex-Diktat to sign off on the document first. The Republic’s Senate and the Core Alliance’s House of Lords had confirmed the official declaration weeks prior, coming to a mutual agreement with how the merged government would operate moving forward. It had been nearly a year in the making. Taking the pen from the Vice Chair, he looks out once more to the gleaming faces and starbird flags, “and with this final signature, let us celebrate the reconstitution of the Galactic Alliance! From this day forth, let the 11th day of the 5th month be known to all within, as Unity Day!”

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Objective 1 - WOOOOOO!: Celebrate and partake in Unity Day festivities! This has been a long time in the making (OOC & IC!), so everyone deserves a chance to kick back and unwind. There will be medals awarded, free drinks and a lot of people looking to blow off steam. Enjoy it!

Objective 2 - Always Time for Business Time: Politicians, officers, representatives and countless others from all across the Alliance and her friendly neighbours have gathered in Galactic City. Now’s the perfect chance to schmooze and seek out potential opportunities for trade, diplomacy and who knows what else.

BYOO: It’s Coruscant and it’s freakin’ busy. There’s definitely stuff to do. Go on a date, punch someone in the face, duel your rival. Go on a date with your rival -- then punch them in the face. As long as you keep things relatively tame, anything is welcome! Have fun.

 

[Quinvee Dogen]

The evening air was thick with excitement as Chancellor Tagge completed his speech. It had been many years since he last ventured to Coruscant and just as well. For the last few years, Coruscant had been stuck in a quagmire of Imperial control, and pirates roamed the space lanes of the Core, preying on most vessels and cutting off the Core from vital aid. Now, a revolution in the Core that began on his homeworld of Corellia, had spread throughout the Core Worlds. The Core Imperial Confederation was gone along with most of their remnants, the Greysonian Empire had been peacefully deposed with the power of Democracy, and now the two shining beacons of hope in the Core were one. Confetti and fireworks exploded in the air as they were deployed from sleek looking V-Wings, the interceptors screaming over the crowd.

Back on Corellia his sister was keeping watch along with his brother, who was actually probably partaking in the celebration. He was sad he couldn't be with them right at this moment, but their job was important as well. With Lisza taking up her new position the Corellian Council had elected to integrate the election results with the festivities of the newly dubbed "Unity Day" and they were keeping watch over the new Diktat, Yularen Nova . The music shifted and the crowd with it as well. The orchestra was blaring a styalized version of the Galactic Alliance's anthem, revealed today earlier. The large green man felt big wet tears welling up in his eyes and he lifted one of his big hands to wipe them away. That was when he noticed the weight on his shoulders. Someone was sitting on them. He didn't remember how or when they'd gotten up there. He'd probably lifted them up when the festivities had started getting rowdy and exciting.

"FOR THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE!!!!" His heavy voice carried over the crowd as he pumped a mighty tattooed arm into the air. A Besalisk male stepped up beside him and slapped him on the back with a huge grin and handed him a plastic mug of beer and one up to whoever was on his shoulders.

"For the Galactic Alliance indeed my friend!" He bellowed before giving a belly laugh and walking away.

 

[Gala Geert]

Coruscant // Galactic City // Senate District
Objective 1 - Wooo! ​

"Is that your party outfit?" The mirialin crooned with a sway, before she placed her elbows on a barrier and laced both fingers beneath her chin. The vices were as boundless as the mirth this day.

Before she'd partaken in some of the less legal substances, she'd been part of the soldier's conversations and revelry. There was a respect to this day, beyond the civilian excitement: The celebration that comes after burying the dead who sacrificed themselves in the act of war, confirms that they did not die in vain. They died to get the galaxy closer to freedom.

They deserved recognition and honour. Their memories paving the way for the future — which many citizens interpreted and evidenced as nonstop parties in the streets and on the rooftops of Coruscant. And this time, the Imperials were not there to stop it. They did not police these carnivals and festivities. No troopers showed up to fire upon the parades of execute protestors. It was one more sign that the Alliance was a benevolent uplift, and the Imperials were well and truly gone. The Alliance was a polar opposite, encouraging celebrations to honour the rectification of their government in the core. Official and unofficial revels, pageants and exultations of joy.

The first few hours had been people gathering to drink throughout the upper levels of the city. At that point, she'd just been drinking too. Drinking to names, titles and memories. They gathered to tell stories, until people were laughing so hard they were crying. They drank to the Imperials, and to the Alliance. To the Chancellor, the senate and to their legions. To the future! The elation had spread to even the lower levels, and all throughout the planet there were technicolour demonstrations of happiness and hope. Above the skyscrapers, brilliant explosions glittered against the darkness, not taking any pause. The skies would restore to their natural unpainted eventually. For now, people were overwhelming themselves with ecstasy. Streets and rooftops filled with sentients drunk on alcohol and good cheer.

Confetti glittered down from the skies, getting stuck in her emerald hair and she reached up to run her fingers through and give it a shake until it flitted down to the ground. Of course given the granularity of the small coloured things, she couldn't get all of it out, so some remained decorated in random crevices and strands.

Her head snapped up with attention at the excited fist pumping of the crowd and she gave a wry grin. Small undulations appeared around the outline of the giant green man and whale man and she chuckled.

 

[Nora Lithos]

Quinvee Dogen

This entire celebration was not something that Nora would have anticipated. She had come here to talk to some of the Jedi at the temple and swap some notes she had made on the force, but what had started out as a business trip had quickly turned into quite the opposite. People were celebrating, getting about as rowdy as her old dorm had. Obviously kept in check by law enforcers, but lively nonetheless.

At some point she had approached a stand for something to eat. At some point she had also been picked up and placed on someone else’s shoulders. She did not know when, and in reality she did not care. The view from above most of everyone’s heads painted a beautiful landscape of people celebrating what they seemed to believed was the rebirth of a genuine ‘democratic state’ and all the freedoms therein. Some taking said freedoms a bit too far, others almost didn’t take it nearly far enough.

Content to have her new friend carry her on his shoulders, Nora grabbed the beer from the passing Besalisk and toasted him before he left.

“For the Alliance.” She said with a laugh and lowered the glass to toast her companion. “My name’s Nora, by the way.”

She shuffled around on his shoulders. “Thanks for letting me sit up here, friend.”

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective 1 - WOOOOOO!​

Usually when an Imperial stepped foot onto Coruscant it wasn't a cause for celebration.

They didn't have a great history with them.

But Arage wasn't here to spoil the party. No, in fact, she was here to .... the Lord Admiral sighed... partake in it. This wasn't really her scene. The jolly niceties not really holding her interest, but sometimes Arage had to do things she didn't enjoy. Diplomacy. Showing her face here and there. It was really all part of the job of being a tyrant.

So Arage appeared.

Gave a speech. It wasn't too long or too interesting, but the general gist could be summarized as the following:

This was a great day for an independent Core.

But we cannot forget what makes us great. Our different cultures, needs, opportunities. Our strength is in our diversity. And we cannot let fear force us into becoming all the same. Some might want to tell you that everyone in the Core is identical, but we know better, my friends. The Humbarine Rule looks forward to deeper cooperation with respect to mutual sovereignty.

Thank you.

It was just a little side speech as was expected from every political leader of the Alliance.

Of course, it was also a big dog whistle. Wrapped up in nice semantics that underlined a single thing. Humbarine would continue to try and forge its own path, even in the framework of the Alliance.

"Now to find a drink somewhere here..." Lord Admiral Bao muttered, while making her way towards wherever the drinks would be here.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Objective I: WOOOOOO

Coruscant // Galactic City // Senate District

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Pryce had grown up in Coronet City, so he was used to the hustle and bustle. But this...This was so many people. Pryce hadn't been to Coruscant in...many years, not since before Operation: Endgame in fact, and it had been making him nervous. That wasn't entirely true though. With a mug of beer in one hand and his other arm around his partner's shoulders what he was really worried about was Ava. She looked...Well she looked like an Oggdo that was about to explode. They had a kid on the way and he didn't like putting her out here like this, though she had pestered him to get out anyways. Something about it being one of their last chances to get alone time before, well before their lives would be changed forever.

Pryce was dressed in his newly printed High Admiral dress uniform, no blast vest or special combat boots. Just black loafers with a polish so fine it could reflect blaster bolts, his Corellian general's pauldron, and his 1st class bloodstripes. They were hanging around top military brass from the various systems and sectors that had decided to visit. A few were giving speeches as the festivities went on. He'd heard there were to be awards given at some point that night and so he guessed that all the speeches were just a pre-show for that main event. Stepping down from the podium now was Lord Admiral Bao, the leader of the Humbarine system. He'd never met a woman so fierce in his life, and sometimes he thought, if he hadn't met Ava, that he might have ended up on the Humbarine Admiralty Board rather than in the Alliance.

He shook his head and squeezed Ava's shoulder before tossing her a smile.

"There's a lot more people here than I thought there'd be...So much for a last quiet night out huh?"

Cassius Callaesar Arage Bao Ava Cartwright-Pryce Leon Gallo Constantine Oliva Shattered_Mirror Steve Holt Maynard Treicolt

 

[Cassius Callaesar]

Coruscant // Galactic City
Senate Plaza
Objective 1 - WOOO!
Dracken Pryce ​

"I'm afraid those come few and far between with the new title," the voice of High Admiral Callaesar speaks up from the opposite side of Dracken Pryce. He looks out across the crowd that had gathered infront of the Senate Building for their speeches, taking a moment to appreciate the diversity of it all. Imperial occupations had always been easy for an Anaxsi aristocrat, he was not blind to that fact. But to see people from every walk of life out to celebrate the change was, well, it was exactly what they had been fighting for.

Cassius' eyes glance to his newly decorated comrade, being cautious not to appear too distracted in the backdrop as another politician takes the stand to give their own words and promises for the future. While it felt dragged on for the old nobleman, these people needed these promises. They'd had their trust broken time and time again. The spirit of Coruscant had been squashed and dragged through the dirt, but it was not dead yet.

"I'd like to personally congratulate you on your new position, High Admiral. I'm looking forward to working with you in the upcoming campaign," he once more scans the horizon, this time taking in the smiles and beaming expressions with a bit more of a grim mindset. Today they celebrated, but tomorrow they'd be back to the drawing boards for the upcoming battles against the Sith Empire. Unfortunately, more men and women would have to die before the Galaxy could be spared some true peace.

 

[Din Marren]

Coruscant // Galactic City
Uscru Entertainment District // Outlander Club
Objective 1 - WOOOO!
Republic Engineering @Open

The metal base of Din's glass slams against the solid countertop of the bar, projecting a hollow ding through the empty tube. He slides it forward toward the droid barkeeper, lining it up with three others that had yet to be removed. It had been a while since the Caridan commando had shore leave on planet like Coruscant. He'd been stuck in so many backwater towns and run down space stations between drills that he'd almost forgot the Galaxy could be fun.

Dressed down in plain civie clothes, a bland grey t-shirt and some dark blue spacers' pants, it was nice to blend in with the crowd for a change. Commandos were used to having all eyes on them back at base; their hi-tech armour and advanced weaponry were the envy of their infantry and marine comrades. It felt good, but it got tiring trying to impress the 'little guys' all the time.

"Pretty crazy, huh?" he says, spinning in his seat to address his new squad lead. Din had recently been assigned to Sigma Squad as the details of the combined Galactic Alliance Defense Force smoothed out. From what he knew, they were originally a Republic Commando unit. He leans back to catch the droids attention, signalling for it to line up another round. Not even 3pm and the place was already rowdy -- it was going to be a good day.

"So, uh, you started with the original G.A., yeah?" he didn't know much about Null. But that was the nature of men like them afterall; their doings were meant to be mostly unknown. Still, it wouldn't hurt for them to become better acquainted -- especially after receiving word that they'd be shipping out to the Sith-Imperial war front at some point within the coming weeks.

The moment the droid places the drinks he scoops his own up, and slides the second one to his Lieutenant. "Must be some wild stories in that cycle of life," he adds, taking a swig while eyeing the crowd for anything that might catch his eyes "ever been to Carida, boss?"

 

[Imperial Warlord Zovesa]

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//Coruscant // Galactic City // Senate District // Senate Plaza //
Objective 1: Wooo!
Sub-Objective: Deliver Letter of Celebrations from the Sovereign Imperator to Chancellor Emmen Tagge and Vice Chair Raona Cadera
NIO Friendlies: New Imperial Order Delegation, Imperial Force Corps Knights Escorts
GA In Vicinity: Gala Geert Arage Bao Cassius Callaesar

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A polished chrome private starship, designed like the famous Nubian Royal Starships, landed on a elevated balcony landing pad near the Senate Plaza a top one of the many arcology spires of Coruscant. Disembarking from the red carpeted gangplank was the delegation that had flown in from the New Imperial Order. The first to exit was the escorts. White armor, grey cloaks, and black body fitting combatweave suits, the unmistakable visage of the Imperial Force Corps Knights. They strode forward and separated into two columns creating a protected promenade for the rest of the delegation to pass through. Imperial diplomats, attendants, and officers dressed in the austere uniforms walked out to stroll into the celebrations roaring around the landing pad. The last to exit, and perhaps the most apprehensive about the celebrations, was High Knight Marshal Zovesa. The Chiss Grandmaster of the Force Corps Knights appeared in her grey blue uniform and long military overcoat.​

Clutched in her hands was a black steel box that contained a document expressing celebrations and congratulations from the Sovereign Imperator ( Irveric Tavlar ) himself. Zovesa nervously clung to it. Her red eyes scanned the Senate Plaza skyline, watching the fireworks explode and shower the towering urban structures in their spilled constellation of colors. She twisted her lips and squirmed for a moment. War she understood, battlefields she had become comfortable in. Celebrations were entirely alien, and what more confounded her was why she was chosen to head the delegation. Warriors made for ill diplomats. Zovesa shook her head and turned to her Knights and nodded, signalling for them to follow. Together they descended down a sloped walk way that connected the landing pad’s skyscraper to the Senate Plaza.​

Along the way Zovesa eyed the towers and landscapes of Coruscant. She secretly had been excited to come to the famed galactic capital. She had only heard of it before in rumors and in the twisted propaganda of the Sith Empire, back when she was a conscripted soldier in their ranks. It was everything and more. A fortress of urban sprawl. Hand of Thrawn and Nirauan, the capital of the New Imperial Order felt small and far in comparison. Making their way into a crowd, Zovesa’s Knights moved ahead and began to separate the crowd. Their armor made them stand out and Zovesa’s infamous resting scowl had unintentionally frightened off even more revelers. They drew eyes on them and whispers.​

Reaching the steps of the Senate, a protocol droid approached them. Zovesa walked to the droid and announced herself, "I am Marshal Zovesa, I have come on behalf of the New Imperial Order to deliver a greetings of congratulations to the Chancellor and Vice Chair." ​

"I shall inform them immediately," said the protocol droid before spinning on its heels to waddle off.​

Zovesa cracked an eyebrow up and looked back to her delegation, "I guess we wait?"​

Catching the eyes of one of her Knights she smiled and waved her hand at him, "Take it easy boys, remember, it's a party, right?"​

 

[Zahara Myneto]

Objective 1 - WOOO!
Courscant // Galactic City // Senate District
Senate Plaza
Cassius Callaesar Dracken Pryce
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The great Galactic Alliance had returned and yet Lord Myneto was less than enthusiastic. The Alliance had enemies already, technically the Alliance wasn't even a day old and yet they were already planning a major allied assault on the Sith Empire.

And so, it seemed celebration was the only thing that could ease the Lord's mind. It wasn't just the war that was bothering him..no it was the decision he made regarding his life. It was very hard for him to become and Admiral and now, in the golden days of Corellia he ho longer felt he was needed in the Alliance navy. Instead he wanted to become a Senator, like his father before him.

His father. He could just imagine the look on Lord Arthur's face when his campaign posters began flooding into the holo-net. Hah.

"High Admiral Pryce, congratulations." Zahara's weary eyes rested on both High Admirals as he walked toward to speak to them. "High Admiral Callaesar, a pleasure as always. I have a question. How would both of you react if I said I would seek a seat in the new Seante?"

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Objective 1: WOOOOO!
Coruscant, Galactic City, Senate District
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The past nine months had been like an elongated blur for Ava. She still could hardly believe Dracken Pryce and her were having a baby... Well except for the body changes, mood swings, weird food cravings, and the movement of the little one inside her ever-growing belly. It was becoming all too real for the starfighter pilot and first-time mom to be. D-day was just about three weeks away or so the calculated math said. She was so ready for it to be all over, though the process for getting to the other side was making her anxious as other women shared with her of their joyful and not so joyful stories of labor and delivery. All Ava knew is an epidural was in her future come hell or high water!

With a mindful blessing from her doctor to take it easy while enjoying the last major outing most likely before giving birth, Ava accompanied Dracken to Coruscant for the Unity Day celebration and all the military fanfare. It was a big day for the newly formed Galactic Alliance and of course, the Ralltiiri wanted to be a part of it being by the Corellian admiral's side, even if she felt and probably looked like a beached whale. Though, aren't pregnant women supposed to glow?

The tall blonde was dressed in a maternity uniform though thankfully she had mostly only grown frontward and not outward. Maybe it had helped that the elite pilot was fit before and had tried to stay so throughout the confinement. The Commander was dying to get back into the cockpit once again, but time would only tell if that career avenue would still be best for her to continue after the baby was born. That was to be determined later, but for now the thought of having to pee again was registering on her brain as the speeches seemed to ramble on while someone was tap dancing on her bladder!

Dracken gave Ava's shoulder a squeeze before tossing her a smile.

"There's a lot more people here than I thought there'd be...So much for a last quiet night out huh?"

Ava returned the smile to her significant other, blue orbs gazing into another pair with a loving glint. "I wouldn't miss this day. For me, you know, the Galactic Alliance is a full circle complete. I'm happy we could come and experience this unity event together... " She paused a moment in conversation as a sharp elbow from Sweet Baby Pryce got her attention. Responsively a hand came up from her side to rest upon the sore spot left on her belly to subtly rub it out. "... before another celebration of joy comes to be, hmm. By the way, have you given any more thought to names? Time's running out if you hadn't noticed lately."

A small smirk graced her fair face regarding that last notion.

A rather distinguished-looking man joined them along with Admiral Zahara Myneto . Ava knew of the latter officer but had not met High Admiral Cassius Callaesar as of yet. She gave both a respectful nod of her golden head as they began to speak business to Dracken.

 

[Asmus Omaand]

//Coruscant // Galactic City //
//Senate District // Senate Plaza //
Objective 1: Escort Imperial Warlord Zovesa
Sub-Objective: Observe the Party
NIO Friendlies: New Imperial Order Delegation, Imperial Force Corps Knights Escorts, Imperial Warlord Zovesa
GA In Vicinity: Gala Geert Arage Bao

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Asmus had heard of this place. Had heard mention of the places lauded beauty and other things. It was entirely lost on the man behind the helmet. The odd angles, overhangs on the buildings, and open design of everything made him nervous. His old job had been private security, and old habits of observing hands and potential spots for a sniper or someone seeking close quarters assassination attempts. The Grey Cloak wasn't his choice, but in a moment he could have it ripped off and distracting someone while he went for knuckle dusters.

Asmus stuck to the back of the detachment, his close quarters capabilities better served closer to his objective. His modular weapon was hidden from view, but he also had his hidden hand weapons. Not that his hands were going toward them just yet. A heavy sigh had Zovesa looking his way, telling him to ease up, it was a party.

"I don't do parties." He stated bluntly, coming to a parade rest as they waited. He really did not do parties. Celebrations after victories were something that Asmus avoided as though everyone had a plague or something akin to that. It wasn't that he disliked anyone, he was just very out of place in such happy gatherings.

 

[Jekadius Lawson]

Location: Coruscant - Galactic City - Senate District - Senate Plaza
Objective: Escort Imperial Warlord Zovesa
Allies: NIO Delegation, Imperial Force Corps, Asmus Omaand, Imperial Warlord Zovesa
Neutrals: GA

Law had spent all of his childhood traveling, going to and from worlds and stations but never really visiting them. Then he stopped and lived in a mountain for a decade. Now since joining the NIO he found stepping on foreign planets part of his normal expectations. It wasn't that he didn't like it however, it was still new and different and Law was slow to adapt. Perhaps it was why he felt like a child's toy who's manufacturer didn't include enough joints, on the plus side though the ridged stance was a good image for a military escort.

The High Marshal made a quip to her Knights about it being a party and Knight Asmus Omaand swiftly declined. Perhaps a poor choice to bring a group of military stiffs to a celebration. But then again, Law was one of those military stiffs. On the other hand the Marshal had told them to relax, the conflict of doing what she commanded even when the order wasn't exactly meant as one and an attempt at maintaining the proper stance of an escort left him in a no man's land of awkwardness.

Despite feeling like a fool Law allowed himself the luxury of another emotion, awe. He had started to be planetside more often but most of those were either a battlefield or had just finished being one. The city of Coruscant was something else, the planet would have been a wonder by itself but adding fireworks and throngs of people to the sight of towering buildings was a lot for the Knight to take in.

"This is an inspiring sight ma'am," Law paused, "but Knight Asmus is correct just viewing it will have to be enough for us." Ninety percent of his reasoning was because it was their mission to escort the Marshal, the other ten was Law would most likely have a panic attack if he tried to partake in a greater sense. The celebration was a sea of people in a storm of chaos, not his scene.

 

[Leon Gallo]

Objective: WOOO


Leon hadn't seen so much life on Corusant. Everywhere he looked people were celebrating. Children ran about the crowds, playing all the games of youth. Their elders talked in large groups, or drank in the numerous bars. Some had even begun dancing in the street. The vibrant colors of confetti and lights dazzled the eyes, while loud music and cheers deafened the ears. Food of all sorts, being sold in restaurants and food trucks filled the young Jedi's nose with their delectable scents, and his stomach growled. He hand't had a large meal in a long time, and his body ached from all that he'd done since rejoining the Jedi.

He chuckled to himself as he wormed his way to a vendor get a get a large hunk of meat from a pig-like creature. In just the few month since he rejoined the Order so much had changed. The government ruling Corusant had gone from an Imperium, to the Alliance. and now, the Alliance was joining with the Republic to form an even stronger State. He'd made many friends and had so many new experiences, so vastly different to his old life. He still hadn't moved onto the Jedi Temple yet, but he didn't mind. His apartment was close enough to walk a significant portion of the way, and he loved becoming one with the crowd. Especially now, when the crowd was louder and happier than ever.

This was going to be a good day.

 

[Constantine Oliva]

Objectives: Enjoy the festivities, make connections

The crew of the Hawk was mostly green recruits, fresh from the colleges and naval academies of the Alliance. They'd been shuffled around amidst the unification process between the Alliance and the Republic. The new crew was in orbit of Corusant, as well as a significant portion of both government's navies. Most vessels were being allowed ground leave to enjoy the festivities, so that was what Constantine was doing. He was in a bar, enjoying himself with a few of his subordinates. He didn't let his officer's demeanor down, as he needed to maintain at least some respectability amongst his men, but he also let it slip enough for them to know he was still human. He laughed and joked with them, and shared a toast to the Unification. A Corellian crew shared the bar with the mostly Anaxsi crew of the Hawk, and the two had gotten into something of a drinking contest. The crews still enjoyed each other's company, but with a competitive air.

The day was still early, so Constantine had refused to drink much. He'd had a light ale, but nothing else. The Corellians toasted him, which was a bit of a surprise, and they urged him to drink more. Across the bar, his crew seemed to do the same to the Corellian Captain, who ever they were. Constantine caved to the demands of his new comrades, and threw a shot into his throat. The Corellians cheered, and dispersed again. Once he had the chance to move, Constantine began searching for the Corellian captain.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective 1
Secondary Objective: Stick close to Imperial Warlord Zovesa
Tertiary Objective: Is there cake?
Tags Out For Harambe: Jekadius Lawson Asmus Omaand

The page was not attired in armor.

He was not a knight. And, to be honest, at this point he still was not entirely certain just what a knight was. He'd come from the Imperial Academy. Stormtroopers? Now that, he could understand. Lightsabers? Not so much, no.

The Atrisian courtier's less martial attire was plain, yet matched the white and black contrast of the Force Corps. He hung back for the most part, close at hand yet trying to avoid making himself a nuisance or intrude into the Marshal's business.

Had he been to Coruscant before? He imagined not. He'd read about it. Honestly, the purpose of the party was all over his head. Something about governments and alliances. All very talky-talky political stuff.

However, being that it was a party, the boy's head was on a swivel for signs of a refreshment table. There was food at adult parties, right?

Was there cake?

As though begging permission to go explore this brave new world, the attendant quietly stepped closer toward the High Marshal and asked, "Can I get you anything, my lady?"

Surely there was cake. Did Chiss eat cake? Who didn't eat cake?

Now he was really hoping that there was a dessert table. He was going to be disappointed otherwise.

 

[Tempest Yore]

BYOO:

TEMPEST's JEDI KNIGHTING PARTY

Dance Club & Drinks!

You don't have to know Tempest to join in on her day of celebration!







She dreamed about this Rite for YEARS! And FINALLY IT HAPPENED! Master Syn of the SJO dubbed Tempest Yore Knight!

"WAAAAAAHOOOOOO!" she wailed among the sea of faces in the center of the dance floor, a flask of Red Wine in her hand. She had recently returned to find her old mentor Jedi Master P Placeholder 0128 Grayson. She hopes to find him amidst the celebration, but if not, There is always tomorrow…or probably better if it were the following day. She had heard that he suffered some sort of slip up, but not any real details. When she landed her yacht she immediately set out to locate him, but was informed that he was not to be found anywhere nearby. She scripted a note to him, informing him of her good fortune and her whereabouts for the night and left that with his Apprentice Loske Treicolt .

"Step up the beat!" she chanted out to the DJ who smiled and nodded back at her as he changed the song. The overhead lights circled the room, casting a sense of mesmerizing illusion over the dance floor. She twirled and bobbed in the celebratory robe she was given. This is her big night. She couldn't believe her timing! Everything just turned out so perfect. Free food! Free drinks! A whole lot of faces of people her age group coming out to have fun! She was thinking this just couldn't get any better.

"What the hell was I thinking?" she exclaimed, attempting to project her voice over the crowd and the music to those surrounding her. She wouldn't let the thought of coming all the way out here and having missed seeing Cedric ruin her evening. "Of course this night is only going to get better!" At that declaration Tempest tossed her head back and closed her eyes as she twirled round and around. She stopped abruptly, her body accidentally pressed against a young man. She immediately locked eyes with Lucien Dooku . A coo escaped her lips. She grabbed his shirt by his collar and lured him away from some other girls to dance with her.

"Come on, gorgeous!"

Afterall, this is Tempest's party.

All she concentrated on for that moment, is him, the music, and the sensation of freedom granted by the wine coursing through her drumming veins.

 

[Sssar Taszzn]

Location: Coruscant
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Objective: 2

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Sssar Taszzn had made his way into the midst of a flock of politically involved denizens of Coruscant and the surrounding space, the large serpent brought with him an undeniably commanding presence due to his sheer size. The group was discussing topics from the shifting responsibilities and bureaucratic logistics of the combination of the two factions to the more mundane "Yesss but what, of all of thisss would be complete without the Core Worldsss? Hm?" Sssar hissed "The Confederacccy and the Sssilver Jedi hold territory within our rightful bordersss." the Fillithar lounged upon his many coils as he conversed "We would be foolisssh to believe thisss will not lead to war. In how many yearsss have the Confederacccy gone from a power in Wild Ssspace to here on our doorssstep? They would be hard presssssed to ceassse their expansssion now. It issss in their very nature."

The discussion seemed to draw a shadow of unease over many of the gathered speakers "Come now, Sssar, don't bring up war at a time like this! This is supposed to be a celebration!" encouraged one Human politician who was quickly rebuffed by a Rodian "If you wanted to party you should not have come here. Sssar has a point. The CIS and SJO hold former Galactic Alliance territory, more so in the Core. The Order may be our allies but the CIS is ever enigmatic." the Human politician sighed and took a sip from his drink idly "Hardly enigmatic, friend, hardly. They have a pattern of conquest that can be forecasted months in advance. The true question is this; how much is the Core worth to them?"

 

[Val Drutin]

Outlander Club
Din Marren | Republic Engineering

"Get your slippers off the bar, Cinderella."

Val's eyes flicked up to the annoyed bartender, smiling awkwardly as he lowered his feet onto the ground. "Sorry."

Beside him, there was a snicker. "You'll have to excuse him. He's a little weird."

The man who had spoken was accompanied by an intoxicated female Falleen, who for some reason seemed to find his every word hilarious. While she laughed, the bartender glanced back at Val. The dancer was looking down, his eyes tracing the patterns in the wood grain on the counter, apparently oblivious to the mockery.

Somewhere, a clock struck midnight. Val had a strange sense of deja vu, like he'd been to this exact same celebration before. All of Coruscant in an uproar over the latest regime change, oohoo. Big deal.

But since Coruscant was his forever home, he always felt obliged to keep track of who was running things. Not that he had any designs on running for office or anything... heh, wouldn't that be something?

On his opposite side, someone new took a seat at the bar, plopping an old, overstuffed handbag down on the counter beforehand. A woman's voice, aged and roughened by chainsmoking, but somehow familiar, spoke. "You got Port in a Storm?"

The female Falleen overheard this and cackled. Her male companion was in shock. "I use that stuff as a solvent substitute! You're gonna drink it?"

"Yeah." The older woman's voice turned lurid. "Wanna watch, baby?"

The man shuddered. His Falleen laughed harder.

With his head still down, Val's eyes had begun to widen. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. No, don't panic... she can't be real. She's a hallucination. There's no way...

His lips parted in shock, but he didn't dare look up into the face of the older woman beside him. He could feel her eyes upon him, however. Studying him. Waiting for him to glance at her.

When he didn't, she said, "Oh, come on, sweetie. Have I really changed that much that you don't recognize your own mother? Or are you just giving me the cold shoulder?"

With his last shred of reason being ripped away by her words, Val screamed like a banshee, drawing the attention of quite a few bar patrons. The bartender advanced toward him, ready to throw him out...

 

[Ryv]

// PARAGON // SWORD OF THE JEDI //
// CORUSCANT // GALACTIC CITY //
// REPRESENT THE JEDI ORDER IN CORE AFFAIRS //
// FOCUS //

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Home.​

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Coruscant had always been Ryv's home.​

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Growing up during the age of the One Sith's brutal reign of the core worlds, the little kiffar was displaced and forced into exile. While the dark side's reach extended far beyond their domain, Hutt Space provided the wanted Jedi a place to escape the Sith and forget his past for many years to come. Unfortunately, the rest of the galaxy soon caught up. Where once he could hide away in spice dens and seedy bars, enough wrong decisions forced the kiffar out into the open and back on the run. Foolishly slighting Agrippa The Hutt via turning his forces on those of a darker presence within the Core, Ryv wound up trapped in a run-down apartment waiting for a slow and brutal end.​

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Before that end claimed Ryv, a much brighter presence laid claim to the boy in its place. P Placeholder 0128 Grayson, former Imperator and once the Jedi Knight's master, found Ryv convulsing on the floor of his dilapidated apartment. Perhaps showing pity or mercy on the dying boy, Cedric took him home to Coruscant and, with the help of medical personnel, slowly nursed Ryv back to health. No longer in danger from either the dark side or criminal element of the galaxy, Ryv Karis was left wondering what would become of him. In those early days of inactivity, a large part of him wished the Jedi Master left him for dead as everyone else before him. The kiffar even went so far as to tell the Imperator that very thing in a moment of rage. Yet, Cedric did what so many before him failed to do. He had faith in Ryv, nursed him back to health, and gave him a place to matter once more. Under the Jedi Master's guidance, Ryv took up a lightsaber and continued his training to become a full-fledged Jedi Knight.​

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Two years later, it happened. Ryv Karis, Jedi Padawan of eight years, finally became a Jedi Knight. Some cited his actions as brave, dutiful, and honor-bound, while others considered the many risks he took foolish and unorthodox. If you asked the kiffar, you'd often be met with as goofy of a grin as he could muster, followed by an admission of wanting to do better by others. Many had come to known Ryv for such simple philosophies. He put others first, took on danger without batting an eye, and considered the lives of the innocent his responsibility, being a Jedi. However, below all the bluster and bravado, Ryv felt himself falling apart. Nightmares haunted his sleep, replaying each horrible moment of the Jedi's life.​

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As if watching his father waste away the first time wasn't enough, the actions of one Ellie Mors on Kintan joined the macabre film that played within his mind. Battlefields, bodies, and blood flooded his every waking thought, marking both his conscious and subconscious states as just another challenge to overcome. And to be honest, Ryv wasn't doing too hot with that either. The safety and comfort he found within those closest to him at all but dried up with an unforeseen turn of events that left the Jedi Knight alone once more.​

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The thought drew Ryv's gaze from the distance cityscape to Loske's form, gliding through the crowd beside Mayard. A part of Ryv hated himself for the bitterness burning through him. They were his best friends. It didn't make sense to feel as jealous as he did, but it wasn't that simple, and he knew it. ​

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Ryv tore his gaze from the duo, choosing instead to take up his place beside the staging area used to sign the documentation. He hid away from the crowds and awaited the ceremony to end. ​

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Home just didn't feel like home anymore.​