The Festival of Stars (SJC and allies)

[Silver Space]

The Festival of Stars was taking place all throughout Concord space, with the many worlds within all celebrating in their one way. In Commenor’s capital, Chasin City, there was a massive festival that was bringing in traditions from the many worlds that made up the Concord. Many kinds of food and music would be gracing the streets and festival area tonight. This festival was open not only to the Concord, but its allies as well. A time to come together and celebrate.

Have you ever wanted to try food from a variety of planets? Show off your own skills perhaps? There are tons of booths here set up by people from many worlds bringing their own cooking to share with the others there. Travot Ravenna is helping as a judge.

Whether it’s to dance, drink, or even play some music this is where you want to be. Folks are cycling through and sharing music from their world, and the dance floor’s open to anyone who’d like to get a little loose. Of course someone decided to put the bar here too, so drinks a plenty.

Want to unwind with some games? Maybe wack a Sith piñata? Run an obstacle course? Something more on the videogame end? This place has almost any game you could be looking for.

BYOO

 

[Aayla Shan]

The rhythmic thud of the basketball on the court was audible to any nearby, Aayla finding a natural propensity for this Ball Sport, although she hadn't known about it five months ago. As an Astrian, one of the major dealbreakers were automatically nulled, being she had superb balance. In fact, it was virtually impossible for her to actually lose her balance. She allowed the ball to bounce behind her back, observing the Antarian Ranger in front of her. He was hard to get rid of, and with her having ripped up their defenses so far, there was no way he was going to leave her alone. She wasn't the best shot but excelled at dragging the defense away from their tasks to make up for her repeated attempts to drive the ball into the lane.





A whistling could be heard from the other side of the court, and as such, she would drag her defender right, nearly running out of bounds but turning and using two hands to rocket the ball across the court to her teammate. Though she was far away from him, her movement towards the baseline had dragged the defense in anticipation of a drive. As soon as the ball touched her teammates hand it was up any away, sailing through the air on the open shot, but bouncing against the rim hard. She contemplated getting the rebound but wasn't about to jump against a Trandoshan. Hells with that.



As such, the tallest person on the court, a Trandoshan named Ardux Clee grabbed what had to be his eighteenth rebound for the game, forcing her team back down the court to defend. Therein a bit of dialogue from the Ranger.



'Hey, take the shot next time.'



She glanced at him, still watching the ball while defending him.



"Give me more space, and I will"



She said through a laugh, her hair having been tied into a taut bun at the back of her head, she was sweating something fierce.



'Nah girly, all defense. All day baby'



Something happened behind them, and she turned just in time to see the ball rolling loose on the ground, to which she turned on heel and quickly went to slap it into a bouncing rhythm, rushing down the court and only glancing behind herself one time. Well he had asked for it, she was sprinting at full speed, but would slow just briefly to attempt throwing it up off the backboard. Barely a second after the ball left her hand, the Ranger flew above her attempting to swat the ball, though it had already went up and softly went into the net.



"Game!?"



'That's twenty, not game.'



'That's twenty, nice try Jedi. Our ball.'



She moped at that, putting her hands up defensively.



'All good, we're up anyway. Come on let's play'



One of her teammates added as they all rushed back to defend against the opposing team. She couldn't lie, she was getting a little hungry. Nevermind the last time she was on Commenor things were a little... Odd. This was supposed to be a fun event. And fun she was having. This was a relatively simple sport, and she was never one for video games when she could be running about and actually having a workout at the same time. All in all, it was a fun and non-competitive pick-up game.



There were a few pros on the sidelines, but they were content with watching everyone play for now. She wasn't going to try her hand against them.

 

[Mardo Leo]

It may've seemed odd for a Lervon to enjoy being around the food stands, but for Mardo it was more a chance to follow his first passion. The cultures of other worlds. Yeah yeah, he wasn't always a representative for his people. He just wanted to take the sight of everything. So many unique dishes and styles of cooking. It was also interesting how a lot of cultures seemed to have food to match, or mismatched at times. It was just nice for him. Plus, he had been dragged around the games for a while by his younger grandkids and great-grandkids so something that wasn't games was a nice change of pace for the old Lervon. He couldn't exactly bring cooking from his own people since they... didn't really cook, but he could enjoy watching the others.

 

[Vaux Gred]

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Vaux leaned back at the bar, humming to tune with that being played right now. She was forced to take a break because "She was working too much" or something like that. It wasn't the first time her brother forced her to relax, but needless to say she didn't like it. She'd find her own fun though. While others were dancing she was there for a drink. She'd ordered some sort of Wookiee liquor, wanting to compare it Mandalorian stuff, and.... Dang she had to admit they knew what they were doing. There was another reason she chose here though. The mic was open... and it had been.... Nope. She wasn't going to do it. Something could happen. Something.... This was supposed to be fun so she shook her head and asked to try a shot of something else. She didn't need to pass out, but she'd be fine tasting.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

"I think pressure's healthy, and very few can handle it." - Chef Gordon Ramsay​

Let’s get a corner set up.

“We’re not advertised here. You haven’t even been in contact with anyone in months, Master Jedi.”

... You are paid to handle these things.

sighs “Yes sir.”

As Luxanna, his business manager went off in a huff to procure a ”booth” or “table” or whatever they could use as an area. This was not only for the big man to go to work with his staff on cooking up a storm but also film a live episode of his holo-series “Cooking with Caltin”. He was not in any tunics or robes (never liked them anyway, they itched), the big man was in a loose-fitting chef’s coat and was directing where everything was coming out and would go.

Before long the holovid cameras were floating and the different cooking stations were set up. The massive wanderer was directing as he had other cooks with him following his commands. Yes, he was unannounced, but maybe this was a good way to come back. As the food started to be plated into samples, Luxanna pointed his way as several holo-camera floated in front.

“Going live in 3… 2…1…”

Welcome to a live episode of “Cooking With Caltin” here at the “Festival of the Stars” on Commenor. We’re going to have live demonstrations, noted guests will certainly stop by, we’re going to have loads of giveaways including three lucky winners getting either a "Spirit" Light freighter, a "Carcharodon" Air/Landspeeder, or the big one, a "Sunshower' Luxury Yacht You hungry? You won’t be after this show.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Travot wandered around the stalls, taking in the sights and sounds of countless chefs and their assistants as they cooked. It seemed almost overwhelming to see the sheer variety of cusine on display. He was certain that if nothing else, there wouldn't be enough room in his stomach to taste them all, even if he wanted to. He'd have to pick and choose, his eyes briefly rested on a lanky twi'lekk making some sort of spiced pastry, but he soon found he couldn't help but be entranced by a hefty herglic who was serving charcoal-grilled nerf strip steak skewers with some sort of spiced red sauce that almost seemed to drip off the meat.

The man exchanged a few credit chips with the vendor before picking up a skewer and catching sight of Mardo Leo . He offered the other jedi a warm smile as he approached the lervon.

"I didn't think you guys ate normal food...but I guess even if it isn't your style, there's a ton of people to see and meet here."

He watched as a bunch of people seemed to flock to a new structure. The susevfian blinked, "Is that Caltin Vanagor ?"

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

The Elysium Empire Embassy in Chasin City was just about ready to be opened. It wasn't as though it needed to be built. The Embassy District in Chasin City was well equipped for it. Lori was born on Commenor back when her parents ruled it among other nearby worlds that made up what was once the Commenor Systems Alliance and now the Silver Jedi Concord. She knew the city like the back of her hand. The Palace, her family's Estate, the Elders Sanctuary, everything was still there as she remembered it.

But it was so very strange to see others in charge of it and with different banners being flown. In short it was a bit surreal, as though she was walking in some disjointed dream.

Lori left the Embassy District on foot, wearing a gold shirt and white slacks, looking somewhat regal as her title would suggest, yet not overly so. Chasin City was a safe place, and so there was no reason to have anyone other than Arla accompaning her. Her husband Rex Valhoun was no doubt probably dealing with matters of state. She had felt at odds with him since their meeting with the Silvers a while back and so she figured that it was best to have some space. Arranged marriages were difficult things to navigate and this one was proving to be no different.

Food was an excellent distraction. And the waft of food coming from the food festival was certainly enticing. And so Lori just followed her nose to see which would grab her attention first.

 

[Gir Quee]

The admiral walked down the red carpet with Ariela's arm wrapped around his left arm. The man from Hast had dropped the use of any sort of uniform, instead choosing to simply wear a subdued, charcoal-colored business suit in a restrained Mid Rim style. In comparison, Ariela had chosen a shimmering evening gown that seemed to shift from orange to red depending on the angle it was viewed from. The blonde man offered pleasantries to those he passed - most were fellow dignitaries of some sort - politicians, businessmen, other high-ranking officers, or government functionaries. Yet even among this high society crowd, he was pleased to see others from different walks of life, and he noticed a few mid-ranking officers in their dress uniforms, several Antarian rangers and a few jedi as well as up and coming entrepreneurs from the tech and financial sectors. They're not here yet, but they have the right hunger...one day, this place will be their's...at least for some of them...His reverie was interrupted by a figure stretching out a hand to him, which Gir almost automatically took to shake.

"Admiral, I almost didn't recognize you."

Gir looked up to see Senator Chistor of Tirahn, the current leader of the Silver Assembly. Can't put anything past him, can we? He offered a polite, practiced smile he normally reserved when forced to directly address the galactic press about some military incident.

"Senator Chistor, I hope your evening has been pleasant so far."

A tight-lipped smile creased the other man's face, "Well, it has been so far. But I fear the sun is starting to set a little too soon."

The admiral blinked. Are we speaking in code? He suddenly recalled that Chistor's tenure was coming to an end within the next few weeks. Soon, he'd be another member of the assembly, rather than the pre-eminent political voice of the Concord.

"Well," said the navy man, "we can at least make the most of it while we have it, can't we?"

Chistor's face creased into an actual, genuine smile, "Well, that's true. Make the most of what we have and enjoy it. I won't take any time from you right now, not while the day is still setting and the night is young. I'd like to talk to you though later when you have a chance about...the future."

Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix

 

[Tsheersk]

Tsheersk's Horizon-class landed on Commenor. Tsheersk came from the world of Coachelle Prime, the homeworld of Lepis. Suprisingly, he did caught a sith and he killed him. After he learned that the Concord is hosting a party, he decided to attend it and play his favourite video game. When he landed, he visited the arcade.

Aayla Shan

 

[Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix]

Objective: Dancing Under the Stars
Tags: Gir Quee

Outfit:

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It was her first time in Concord space, not because of any particular reason besides her absolutely busy schedule. After her conversation with Senator Grassias Dala on Coruscant, she had been provoked to be more intentional with building relationships with the Silvers. She knew there were past wounds that existed between their two great factions, but she hoped that with some intentionality and humility, that the future partnership between their great powers could be bright and mutually beneficial.

She graced the elaborate hall in a rather formal white dress, her eyes glancing throughout the crowd until they discovered the man that she had hoped would be in attendance; Admiral Gir Quee . She smiled as their eyes locked for a moment, nodding a greeting from across the room. It was possible that he was familiar with who she was, especially with the recent assassination attempt on her life being broadcast all throughout the region. But again, that was more Alliance news, and so it might not have penetrated the Silvers boarders. Nevertheless, she hoped to connect with the Admiral this evening and hopefully develop a significant first impression that could lead to a strong and politically advantageous relationship between their two factions.

After making a first connection from across the room, she awaited at the refreshments table, carefully selecting a vintage wine and tasting it to ensure its quality. Very nice indeed. He looked to be engaged in conversation, and so she would wait for him to approach her when he was ready.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

"Order up! One spicy tiingilar with a side of Lumberry Haarshun Bread!" Omen quickly looked up, sweat beading down his forehead as he tried to serve up the food and drink to the waiting line of customers. He hadn't expected Mando food to be so popular in Silver space but than again, these people probably just were hungry for everything right now. Hell, he might have to close down his little food stall soon because of lack of actual ingredients. He had a staffer sent back to the cave for more but transportation took time and whether he could get the good back to the city in time was anyone's guess.

Bringing up the food to the front counter, he would hand it to one of the smaller bright-eyed younglings with a smile before watching them happily bound away to their friends at one of the wooden picnic tables where all their friends were gobbling his food down. Well, at least people, both commoners and Jedi alike enjoyed his platters or at least they had liked them enough to almost eat him out of house and home.

The Clone took off his helmet and wiped off his brow with his apron as there was a break in the orders, only to see Lorenna Arenais-Valhoun walk her way through the promenade with that bodyguard of hers. This might be the only chance he would have to talk to her. Might as well use it. He turned to one of his employees. signaling with his hand that he would be away for five minutes. That would probably be all the time he would get before the princess had to move down the hand-shaking line. Better make the most of it.

He would quickly come out of his food stall, waving towards the royal and hoping her bodyguard wouldn't shoot his head off. "Hey Lori! How have you been the past couple of months?" Maybe her marriage had gotten a little better.
Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori's stomache grumbled the further into the food festival that she got. There were so many levels of deliciousness that she wanted to sample them all and gorge herself. But of course she didn't. She had to try to maintain some kind of good image while she was in public. She can save the moments of stuffing her face when she was in private.

The crowds seemed to congregate near one booth in particular. And there was no doubt as to the reason why. The dishes served there smelled amazing.

Arla kept an eye on the people that passed them by, watching them, their movements, and anything that would catch her eye. She wasn't interested in the food.

Lori heard her name being called out. She looked in the direction of where it came from, her face beaming once she recognized him. "Hey Omen!" She made her way towards Sergeant Omen and gave him a big hug. This had been the first time that she had seen anyone that she knew here since her return to her homeworld and it lifted her spirits. "Su cuy'gar ner vod." Lori released him and took half a step back, gesturing towards the crowd around his booth. "I've been okay. It feels weird to be back home, but we're opening an Embassy here, so I had to be here for it. You seem to be doing alright for yourself. Business is booming?"

 

[Mardo Leo]

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Mardo chuckled a bit looking at the Jedi, nodding slightly.

"Not every Lervon that you meet is a Jedi, but you're right that we don't eat. I was someone who studied cultures before this, so it's something I can appreciate.... Plus my grandkids and great-grandkids were practically pulling me apart at the games for about two hours so I needed a break." He chuckled at the last part, shaking his head a little before noticing the crowds. Travot asked if it was it was the person there was Caltin Vanagor. The Lervon looked there, but there wasn’t a strong signature or anything. That was strange. Still, the person did look like Caltin.

"I believe so.... He seems to be filming something."

Travot Ravenna Caltin Vanagor

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Of all the things he expected, a hug was not one of them. He would awkwardly take it for a few seconds before returning the hug full force. As she released him and gestured to the stall, he chuckled in an affirmative. "You could say that. The Jedi have eaten about 3/4ths of my stock so yeah I have some money in pocket to take home with me. How have you been doing? I did see the Embassy in the news and it sounds like a great opportunity for both nations."

After a moment, the Clone would hand her an envelope with 50,000 credits inside. "Heres your half for the partnership. Being able to namedrop you in Elysium Space has gotten me a lot of business. Use it on a good cause or on yourself. You deserve it." Maybe even use it to get away from that guy who won't even let you touch him.

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Her eyebrows rose in surprise at hearing how much of his stock was eaten up. "Already? That's amazing. I'm sure that'll be good for business. I hope that you've brought plenty of business cards for them."

As Sergeant Omen gave her the envelope, Lori peaked inside. "Payment for my name. At least in some places it's not a joke." Of course she knew that it was much more than that. Lori had no doubt that his little enterprise was growing well, with or without her help. Yet it was nice to be appreciated all the same. "Thank you. I'll be sure that it gets put to good use." Just exactly what that would be, she wasn't sure yet.

She pocketed the envelope. "What else have you been up to? Or should we just wait and chat later once you've run out of supplies? I wouldn't want to steal you away from your customers." Having a familiar face nearby was a good thing. It made her feel like less of a stranger in her own city.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

” In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”- Abraham Lincoln​

Cooking with Caltin was in between live shots at the moment, and the host himself in between cooking stations was busy talking about what was being made. From the nerf filets and burgers to the different birds to the different types of griddle cakes and pasta to the salads, it was a wide range of culinary delights. They were “almost” all healthy items too as the big guy considered his body to be a temple and would not put anything bad in it, Of course, the desserts and the “peetsahs” were fun little “cheat” meals. Everything was free to the public as it was a live shot and special event. The show paid for itself in advertising by now and he did not need the money (which is why he did not judge anyone who charged for their services, no worries there).

One might wonder if the crowd that was gathered was there for the food, or the chance to be on “Teevee”, it didn’t matter, it was fun. As the cameras went back to “live”, more meals were being made and plated out, and production staff was waving more people over. The massive Jedi Master (at heart, as he does not technically use the Force anymore) electrically pulled a microphone to his hand and stood on an empty table reserved as his “stage”.

Alright, who’s won a few things?

He smiled at the enthusiastic responses.

Who wants to win a "Carcharodon" Air/Landspeeder? Hold up your ticket if you do!

The hands raised were coming from all over the hall.

Alright! The winner is (OOC- Whoever wants it that is the first to DM me where the big guy was born )


Tag: Travot Ravenna Mardo Leo and anyone else that wants the speeder, just pm/dm me

 

[Aayla Shan]

She breathed out heavily, keeping her eyes on the opposing player heading the ball up the court, bumping into her teammate and spinning off of them to maintain her guard on her matchup. The Antaran Ranger had used the mistake on her part to rush into the lane and make a quick and easy basket. Aayla shook her head in disappointment, as the Ranger slowly jogged back down the court past her.

'Next point wins.'

He mumbled, to which she ignored it and took the ball in, walking down the court with her chin up. Sweat pouring from her form. The rhythmic thud of the ball on the court was something she found somewhat relaxing. The Ranger headed her up before she got halfway down, and she would switch directions. Able to easily get around him. She could lose him for brief moments, but he as fast enough to get back in front of her. Forcing her to always pass when she got into what could've been a shooting range.

"Come on I'm tired, give me some space."

She laughed breathlessly, turning her back to him to protect the ball. To her surprise, he indeed gave her what she asked for, figuring she hadn't taken a single shot for the game. Quite literally asking for it. One of her teammates across the court yelled aloud.

'Shoot that!'

She sucked in a breath of air, and made her best attempt, although it would miss the rim entirely, causing a few snickers to cascade around the court. Okay, she was fine with pretending that never happened. Although the ball was still theirs. She started sneaking around the Ranger and ran in, receiving the ball on a bounce pass and feigning a layup. The Trandoshan and her match-up jumped, and she would bounce the ball back to her teammate who easily reached up and scored on the simple lay-up.

She would immediately move to the sidelines and take a seat, surprised at how much of a toll the game had taken in such a short time. She supposed it was something of a full-body work out. She wouldn't have minded another game though.

"Good Game"

She said aloud, both teams leaving the court while two new teams took their places. The pros were about to start playing. For now, she would watch, and drink water. Hopefully picking up something fresh with what she observed.

 

[Gir Quee]

The admiral walked around the room, continuing to casually greet others and exchange in idle chit-chat. Social niceties greased the gears of most organizations, as banal and irritating as they sometimes seemed to the man - No, he hadn't heard that the thunderstorm two nights ago in Chasin City had almost caused a change in venue. But he also hadn't arrived on Commenor until a few hours prior to the event. Yet that storm seemed to be the talk of most people present, which he guessed in part was largely because of its sheer commonality to those present. Most of the Concord's federal government had made Commenor their home, with the notable exception of the Silver Jedi Order itself. Shared experiences like that did make a cohesive group he suspected. As his eyes swept the room, he found himself gazing into the blue eyes of Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix . A brief exchange of glances meant nothing - it was a sheer chance encounter. Yet she stared a little longer than that - a subtlety that probably escaped most of the crowd around them, but one that was fairly obvious to the receiver. He offered a polite smile in her direction before she walked away to the refreshment area. The man turned to his aide.

"Ariela, who was that over there?"

"Senator Kobitana of Lujo."

"Lujo..." repeated the admiral, "that name sounds vaguely familiar. Not from a Concord world, is she?"

"Galactic Alliance," said the apparent woman, "you might remember talking to Representative Goile of Balamak about it, when he was inquiring about setting up a more permanent security force for the Silver Assembly. That event supposedly is one of the rationales for it."

"Ah," said the blonde man, "that's why."

"She wants to talk to you it seems," guessed the HRD.

Gir nodded, "Probably something I should do before another senator drags me away to talk about budget analysis or some pet project."

"Don't forget another possible backer of Goile's Assembly Commando idea."

"That name sounds horrible enough - like they should be working in some factory. I don't need reminding of that," sighed the man "I'll be back then."

The man left the replica droid and navigated through the crowd, eventually making his way to the refreshment table and the Galactic Alliance senator. Rarely a man who drank much, Gir's eyes wandered across the table until he picked out a glass of swirling purple and red - Naiana - a fruity wine sweet enough that he knew he'd at least enjoy it. Glass now in had, the admiral strolled over to the woman and let a smile slowly crease across his face.

"I don't think we've met before," started the admiral, stretching out a hand, "I am Gir Quee, admiral of the Silver Fleet and president of the Lucerne corporate consortium."

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen produced a camo-colored card from his belt with shiny gold lettering with the Mereel symbol in the background, having the name The Mythosaurs Den Company: Silencing Your Bellies Roar imprinted on the cardboard service. "Way ahead of you. We do catering and bar service across the whole SouthEast of the galaxy so mainly The Enclave, your EE, and the Silver Concord. The company does enough to give me some spending money and then some so I might as well share it with the people who got me here. I'm also sure you can find people who really deserve it better than I can." Lori must have some charity she had set up right? Most royals did.

The Clone waved away her concerns with his hands."Oh, my staff will be okay. The lunch hour should be finished and we should have enough stock to last us for the next hour or two till the replenishment speeder van comes along for the dinner rush. As for what I've been up to... Well, I've mostly been in some of the Enclaves operations and helping out some friends there plus opening my own bar. Plus a little romance but I'm sure you don't want to know about that. Oh, and I have done some things with my sister Jhira too which mainly is just to keep her occupied off the thought of her niece working for Strill Securities. That's about it though."

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

 

[Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix]

Objective: Dancing Under the Stars
Tags: Gir Quee

Outfit:

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She smiled and turned towards the Admiral, taking his offered hand in official greeting, "Senator Kobitana of Lujo and the Galactic Alliance." She looked back over his shoulder at the woman who had been by his side, "I hope I'm not pulling you away from anything, I'm sure you have many who are contending for your time."

She turned her gaze back to the Admiral, "Although we have not met, we have already had the pleasure of doing business together. Lucerne Labs has been very accommodating in helping us to bolster our planetary and humanitarian fleets with the addition of the Munto LF-class Escort Transport. The transports have already been very helpful in aiding many at risk populations throughout our boarders. We are very grateful for our partnership."

Her smile widened as she offered a toast regarding the matter.