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Private Tailored Intent

The Diarchy's capital blended its order with quiet beauty — gardens climbing the faces of polished towers, narrow walkways lined with soft light, the murmur of fountains beneath the hum of airspeeders above. It reminded Iandre of Coruscant's upper levels, if Coruscant had ever learned to breathe.

She paused outside a glass-fronted atelier tucked between government spires, the sign above the door reading simply: Braze.

For a long moment, she hesitated.
She had faced the crucible of war, endured the collapse of an Order, and awakened in a time where the galaxy had changed beyond recognition — yet somehow, stepping into a place devoted to color and fabric made her uncertain.

The door opened with a soft hiss.

Inside, light played gently through suspended sheets of material — silks, armorweaves, something almost iridescent. Droids moved in slow rhythm, adjusting mannequins and measuring patterns projected in thin beams of blue light. The air smelled faintly of dye and metal polish, undercut by the warmth of creativity.

Iandre stepped inside, her dark cloak brushing the polished floor. Her usual attire — practical, spare, unmistakably utilitarian — stood in quiet contrast to the artistry around her.

"Braze?" she called softly, her tone calm but uncertain in its purpose. "Thank you for meeting me."

She paused near a display of pale blue fabric, tracing a fingertip along its edge. "I've… worn the same kind of robes for most of my life. Duty was the measure of what was right, not comfort — and certainly not expression."

Her lips quirked faintly, the smile more thoughtful than amused. "But I've been told that fashion can say things we don't have words for anymore. I want to learn what mine might say."

She glanced toward the workspace, open and patient, content to wait for the designer's response. The stillness of the atelier wrapped around her like a held breath — quiet, curious, and entirely new.

Braze Braze
 
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"




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Braze was on this side of the galaxy to source new materials. He set up a pop-up shop in the district easily enough and even sent some of his recent designs to a showcase competition alongside other well-known designers, featuring his company's newest fabrics. It was a multipurpose trip...hopefully, he'd find something new and exciting to bring back and decorate the Aerie with.

What he didn't see coming was that his first foray into the fashion world would draw such attention and high praise. His legal liaison, who also acted as his agent for all of Braze's bizarre business ventures, was soon overwhelmed with requests from people seeking private sessions with 'Braze the Designer.'

Sure enough, Braze handpicked a few individuals he personally wanted to meet.

He chose a dark outfit he had recently made himself, with dramatic sleeves that matched his eyes, for this meeting.


"Well," Braze began, a faint smile curling at his lips, "I think comfort and practical style help one focus a little better. That's part of why I've been spending so much time developing fine textiles, something that's both comfortable and functional."

He paused considering what else to say. "Clothes are an unspoken language," Braze offered, voice calm but thoughtful. "They tell others what you value at a glance… and remind you what you've chosen to become. So, let's start simple."

He gestured toward the suspended fabrics drifting lazily through the air. "You've carried duty your whole life. Maybe it's time to wear something that carries you instead."

After a pause, he folded his arms, studying her as if it were a riddle waiting to be solved. "Alright. I need to know a few things first." His tone softened into that practical kindness that came when he was in his element. "What's your range of motion like day to day? Do you prefer layers or minimal weight? Are you more comfortable covered... or do you like freedom of movement and air?"

He tilted his head slightly, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And tell me what you hate first. That's usually where the real answers start."

 

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