The First Annual Avidonian Dominion Gala

[Yoru Shakou]

The Duchess smiled as she stood quietly on the balcony of the large estate, her golden-yellow hues peering down the long drive up to the front. Slender fingers danced across the railing as she smiled, her deep purple gown buffeting in the slight wind. Tonight was to be a night of entertainment and celebration, a follow up for the coronation that was held not that long ago which saw her standing where she stood now and being crowned Duchess. A small smirk crossed her lips as she let out a soft sigh before looking down the long walk once more. ​

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"It's time." ​

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She spoke before turning back towards the large manor house, stepping into her private chambers. Sitting in front of the large mirror, she ran a hand through her fiery red hair before looking over. Smiling as she saw the large nexu laying next to her. Her eyes ran over it and its small litter of cubs that lay sleeping on their mother. The Duchess understood though that soon they would need to start training the cubs, and keep their mother from devouring them when they got older. She was hoping though that a few of them would be able to stay together. Of course she could always give the cubs as gifts, and she already had one name at the top of the list that she thought of. ​

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Such a gift though could potentially bring ire to her old friend, though she felt confident that she could handle her rage. Smiling, she finished getting ready before standing, stretching slightly and musing at the fact that she was about to play host to people from across the galaxy and more than a few of them could potentially be allies or enemies, depending on how the night went. ​

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Pulling open the large double doors of her private chambers, she smirked when she heard the music that was filling her home. She hated that Jizz kark that they played in cantinas, no she was more refined and had brought in a string orchestra quartet for that evenings entertainment. Moving through the halls, she nodded her head to the Fenrir Guardsmen that were stationed throughout the large manor, an added measure of security should one of her guests become too uppity and decide to cause violence, which she hoped that they had enough sense not to do so in their hostess' home. ​

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Standing at the top of the large parlor, she remained in the shadows, as was normal for her. Hands on the railing as golden-yellow hues peered down. She was watching and waiting, wanting to see her guests before she appeared. Though she knew that more than a few would know that she was watching from above. ​

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When the guest began to arrive, their names and titles of importance would be read out aloud upon their stepping over the threshold of the manor. Allowing those in attendance to know whom they were mingling with that night. ​

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[member="Darth Hauntruss"]​

[member="Darth Venefica"]​

[member="Solan Charr"]​

[member="Lord Vyse Magrath"]​

[member="Rama Zhar'su"]​

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]​

[member="Armand Temi"]​

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]​

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]​

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]​

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

[member="Alen Na'Varro"]​

[member="Lorraei"]​

[member="Felicity Mason"]​

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan sighed as he messed with his suit and frowned as he looked down. "I got to stop going these things...." He smiled and turned to look over at the large double doors and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair and kept up the illusion that kept his eyes their old blue color and not the crimson corrupted color that they were now. He was curious if someone got his plus one though, having not heard back from her and just resigning to looking at the door again before closing his eyes once more and using his force sight. It would take him only a minute to cross the threshold and look over the room inside, ignoring any title they spouted out.

[member="Duchess Magrath"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

" [member="Owain"] . Hold your arm out to me. Stay a respectable distance away. Keep quiet. Walk."

Her instructions were simple. Felicity knew how these things worked, Owain did not. He would learn. Little by little, she would teach him. It was the only way to keep him close. While she was staying with the Barone- No, the Duchess, They were safe from Mothers suspicion filled gaze. But that would only last as long as her tutor remained unsuspecting of their relationship. At least, Felicity was fairly sure she did not suspect. Who knew what went on behind that glamorous woman's golden eyes. No wonder Mother was so jealous of her...

The girl smoothed out her sunshine golden gown as she stood, waiting to be announced. The gown was just the latest in gifts from her Mother. She'd purchased an entirely new wardrobe for the girl when she left, saying that her dresses from Naboo were far too specific to Naboo culture. Too 'traditional'. After seeing the fashion here, Felicity had to agree. These women had some of the most beautiful gowns the young Naboo princess had ever seen! She'd spent her time here so far admiring and comparing them to her own.

Mother had wonderful taste when it came to fashion, something Felicity herself did not really inherit. Sure, she could dress herself well enough, but when it came to accessorizing, she liked to leave that to her stylist.

 

[Owain]

Owain rolled his eyes, but complied with [member="Felicity Mason"] 's instruction. This was her show after all. He had shown her a more casual cantina, and now she had taken him to a gala. As her chosen companion for her stay during her tutelage under the Baroness, Owain had accepted the invitation despite having very little love for such formal events. They lacked fun. Too much politicking. Too much watching out for knives waiting to be plunged into backs. Still, Felicity had come, and so he had as well.

Clad in the dress uniform his uncle had given him, the same one he had worn to Felicity's birthday some months before, he fought the urge to squirm in discomfort. The blonde Songbird by his side would never let him live it down if he did.

 

[Felicity Mason]

He had chosen to wear that same suit. Did he truly only own just one? Felicity would probably dip into her allowance some time soon to get him a decent selection. Something fashionable. He was supposed to fit in. That was the plan, at least. With one hand, she fiddled with the pink ribbon around her neck, fixing it until the porcelain songbird sat in the front at the base of her throat. She never took it off, even when it did not complement her outfit, like tonight. Nobody ever asked about it, so she was not inclined to explain.
With her hand resting lightly on his arm, she gave him a gentle squeeze. Nobody would notice. Nobody would care. She stepped up with him as she was announced.

"Princess Felicity Mason of Naboo, and escort."

Of course they wouldn't say Owains name. He was just her escort as far as everyone would be concerned. A body guard in a suit, nothing more. The girl smiled at him briefly, hoping that he had not been offended, before making her way into the throng of people present. She felt... out of place now. Home on Naboo, she knew everyone, or at the very least, she was known. And the bright golden yellow gown only served to make her feel even more awkward. She felt like she was wearing a giant sign that said 'stare at me until I am very uncomfortable'. It also didn't help that the gown showed off curves that Felicity was not entirely comfortable showing off just yet. Made her feel self conscious. Awkward.

She'd give anything for a jacket to at least cover up her bare freckled shoulders. All of these other women had flawless skin, but the blonde had brown speckles all across her nose and shoulders. Not fashionable on Naboo, nor, well, anywhere else in the Galaxy. If not for her title and her family, she doubted very much that she would get half the attention from boys that she got already. As far as she knew, [member="Owain"] was the only boy that really liked her just for being who she was. Well, he and Glyph, but she was still angry with him, so he did not count.

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Duchess Magrath"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Armand took a quick glance at his reflection in a tall bank of windows near the entrance of the Duchess's estate. His appearance seemed to be in order. He wore a sleek, black tuxedo with a classic bow tie and his unruly curls were pulled back, secured with a black ribbon. And though he knew she wasn't an accessory, the dark-haired Zeltron female on his arm, dressed in a ballgown and sparkling jewelry made him look better than he would have on his own. He leaned into Leilani Paaie and spoke softly into her ear, "Are you ready for our entrance?"

"Announcing Dr. Armand Temi, Ambassador of Praesitlyn and Ms. Leilani Paaie," said the attendant as they entered the parlor which was receiving the guests in pairs. The Hapan Ambassador had been to Duchess Magrath's estate before at various parties and even at her Coronation from Baroness to Duchess. He had never actually spoken to the noblewoman but tonight he vowed to make her acquaintance. His other goal was to push his political agenda of Sentient Rights across the galaxy with the help of The Rebel Alliance of course. Dr. Temi was adept in the political arena but like all arenas need a gladiator, when he needed some muscle he called in the Alliance. Of course, no muscle would be flexing tonight in this lavish party setting at least from his perspective.

"Let's go get a drink," he said to Leilani.

[member="Leilani Paaie"] [member="Duchess Magrath"] [member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Owain"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Introducing the Vice President and Minister of Diplomacy for the Red Ravens, Lady Chiasa Kritivaas, and her Companion, the honoured [member="Lorraei"] of the Oiran Guild House!"

The Herald rang out as the two entered. It was a calculated admission. The Red Ravens certainly had some legitimate businesses, but their position as the pre-eminent criminal organization in the galaxy was probably the worst kept secret of all time. Still, they were known, so there was no point pretending to be unaffiliated. Besides, who knew, a valuable contact might come of this evening, one could only hope.

The tiger-striped Twi'lek was dressed in her usual predominantly blacks and golds, though the style was altered to compliment the man at her side as well as to take into account the more conservative elements who might be present. She was unarmed, but within her various adornments there were a number of vital monitors and tracking devices. She could be convinced to go out without her security on occasion, generally for political reasons, but never with no precautions taken. Experience had proven that that was a terrible idea, and the Twi'lek valued her own skin far too much to take more chances than were strictly necessary.

It made her feel slightly better to know that the man at her side as well as being impeccably groomed and knowing how to comport himself in social situations such as these was also an expert in hand to hand combat.

As the pair entered the manor, her arm through his, the Twi'lek surveyed those who were present already.

"The music is nice."

She commented to her companion.

"A change from the Casinos in any case."

Not that the near constant pounding bass of the Casinos didn't have it's place, but a proper orchestra was nice now and again as well.

 

[Leilani Paaie]

[member="Armand Temi"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Felicity Mason"] | [member="Owain"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Duchess Magrath"]​

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The invite had come quite unexpectedly she however had not wasted a moment in responding to him. Today she stood by him she wanted to ensure that he was well received among this crowd she looked them all over from where they stood now lost in thought. When she heard him Are you ready for our entrance? It went well she had not tripped coming in though in her dress it was quite possible to have done exactly that.

The designer had been quite careful about the amount of skirting but what had been equally important to her was the pink netting match her skin tone exactly to give the illusion of that she only wore well placed appliques across her body. Only once anyone would get closer would they be able to see the sheer material.

"A drink is quite welcome." She leaned a little closer giving them the hint of an intimate talk. "Do you know alot of these people? And is there anything I should be aware of so as to not say something that would hinder any efforts you are making?"

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh had been to the coronation of [member="Duchess Magrath"] and knew it was inevitable he would be brought to the follow up. He wasn't entirely sure, after the events of the coronation, but he felt it would be rude to just not show up, and decided to show regardless. As he would walk in, he could hear his name, titles and all that rattlesnakes being announced...



"Joshua DragonsFlame!"

"Jedi Master!"

"Former Grandmaster Of The Jedi Order!"

"Former Member Of The Jedi Council!"

"Velmorian Noble!"

"Dragon Lord!"

"Former Republic Grand Admiral!"

"Former Weaponmaster Of The Jedi Order!"

"A One-Time Negotiator Of Peace!"

"A Former Member Of The Galactic Republic, The Jedi Order, The Liberty Conclave, Omega Pyre, And The Ession Reformation!"

"Has Fought In 3 Wars, With Many Battles To His Name!"

"A Master Of Pyrokinesis!"

"The Current Owner Of Taitune General Goods & Moisture!"

"Former Podracing Champion!"




"Well... They've certainly done their research. I wouldn't call myself a master at Pyrokinesis though..." The Jedi Master would mutter to himself. It was true, he still had much to learn in the field. Normally, he'd be quite upset over having who he was spilled in a party thrown by a Sith, but... Well, the fiasco during the coronation had already told everyone all they needed to know. He would take things as they came, he supposed.

The blonde haired Jedi Master was once again decked out in that black suit, with a blue tie on this time. He would crack his neck, looking around at the partygoers, some who were staring a hole right through him. He would run a hand through his hair to fix it a bit, but didn't seem phased whatsoever.

 

[Aran Finn]

Why was Na'Varro here? Though he had no political power within the Fringe Confederation, his advice and counsel was always listened to. He had been asked to provide some advice regarding the newly-founded Avidonian Dominion, regarding the possibility trade and other mutually beneficial political manifestations. He was also here for free food and booze, and to show off all of his medals. Feth yeah.

Wearing his black military dress uniform with a right breast pocket heavy with medals, Na'Varro appeared at the top of the stairs. His manner: imperious. His dress and bearing: perfect. His e-peen: massive. The Sith Lord began descending the staircase, his ranks and titles announced in a booming voice to much fanfare and overwhelming the assembled masses with a lifetime of achievement.

"Alen Na'Varro!"

"Sith Lord!"

"Arbiter of the Fringe!"

"General of the Fringe Marines!"

"Winner of the Medal of the Confederation!"

"Galactic People Magazine's Smile of the Year Award six times running!"

"Kitt Solo's Ex-Boyfriend!"

"Once went on a date with Spencer Jacobs!"

"Owned a company!"

"Has a humongous-"

"Once walked into a brothel with a donkey and a honeycomb, and-"

Na'Varro finished his descent with an arrogant grin and grabbed a glass of champagne while the announcer continued to say ridiculous things about him. The crowd was chuckling now, seemingly in appreciation of his little private joke. He noticed the former Grandmaster of the Jedi Order and his grinned widened. The Fringe had kicked the Republic's butt at O'reen ... what a great memory.

"And the current Fringe Arbiters Ping-Pong Champion and Fringe Arbiters Best Natural Body - Male Category Champion!"

Heh. Official titles were for posers. Now to find the Duchess Magrath and congratulate her on organising such a nice shindig.

 

[Armand Temi]

Dr. Temi was in a good mood tonight, bolstered by the beautiful Zeltron on his arm. He didn't often curse but when Leilani asked if she to be aware of any conversation topics, he replied: "You know what, Mesh'la. I hardly know any of them so I don't give a frell." He took her delicate hand in his hand and kissed the soft back of it. "Besides once you walk across that floor," he said motioning to the ballroom. "No one will want to talk to me. They will all flock to you." He guided her over to an open bar where they could be served champagne or whatever the Zeltron desired. Armand began looking around the room for the Duchess. She hadn't made an appearance yet. He also scanned the area for potential donors and supporters of the Rebel Alliance. There were certainly a lot of titles being thrown about by the attendants at the entrance of the gala. But could any of them help fund one of the many selectivist initiatives the Alliance had in the works?

[member="Leilani Paaie"]

 

[Owain]

He fought the urge to shift, silently following Felicity as she...mingled. The herald had announced them, her name and him being little more than an accessory for her. That's how high society operated. You simply did not matter if you weren't somebody. It reeked of arrogance and haughtiness, and it got on Owain's nerves. Still, this was Felicity's world. "You enjoy these kind of things?" he whispered quietly, just loudly enough for the blonde to hear him. Not for him to judge, he reminded himself, keeping his expression neutral. Just like his uncle had taught him. Be polite. Be efficient. Have a plan to kill everyone in the room. Just in case. Best not mention that to Felicity.

The raven-haired youth shook his head, He had to keep his head in the present. "Maybe a drink?" he suggested.

[member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

Now Felicity was feeling extremely self conscious. There were people she actually did know here! Well, at least by reputation.[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] being one of them. She couldn't recall actually meeting him, but she knew about him, heard stories. Her heart thundered in her chest. [member="Alen Na'Varro"] too. She knew less about him, but he was a Sith Lord, right? At least she thought that was right. He was announced that way, wasn't he?
With so many important people here, she felt like... nothing. They all had so many titles. And the women they were with all looked so glamorous. What was she to them? She was just a little Princess of a tiny little planet in the mid rim. She wasn't even really that pretty. Well, at least not here. Not surrounded by women who looked like, well, her ( [member="Leilani Paaie"] ) Here she may as well be a speck of dust floating in the air. Insignificant. She squeezed Owains arm.

"You enjoy these kind of things?"
"No," she answered honestly, keeping her voice low too, "Truth be told, I hate them."

His offer of a drink made the smile she wore plastered on her face at least crack into something a little more genuine. That night out drinking with him was easily one of her best memories. She nodded gratefully moving alone with him. At least she had [member="Owain"] . She didn't know what she'd have done without him. Probably curl up in a corner somewhere and cry. Wouldn't that be something? Right in front of the Duchess. Burst into tears and wait for [member="Duchess Magrath"] to take pity on her and have her sent away for the evening. Pathetic.

 

[Owain]

All this whispering made it feel like they were children sneaking around the adults. That...actually wasn't that bad a feeling. They certainly were younger than most of the other guests. Owain gently led Felicity over to the grand table laid out with drinks and foodstuffs. There were waiters walking around with trays of full glasses, but Owain always preferred to grab his drinks from the source. Less chance of them being tampered that way. He picked up a pair of flute glasses and handed one to his lovely companion, smiling in what he hoped was a charming manner.

"Then how do you cope?" he asked, curious.

[member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

The girl took the glass and had to fight every urge to just down it in one go. Under her Mothers care, she felt confident that she could sneak away for a long enough time to get one or two in before she was caught and told to stop. But here? She had no idea how security was. She would learn eventually, but best not risk anything this soon.

"I just... watch the chrono. Wait for a few hours to pass before pretending to be ill."

She'd probably do that tonight as well.

[member="Owain"]

 

[Lorraei]

Lorraei entered arm in arm with his date, [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], or was he in fact her date? Not that it mattered to him. He had the privilege of escorting the beautiful Twi'lek to a formal gathering and she had been rather flattering about the entire evening. She had dressed in a fashion that complimented the desert Companion and had orchestrated a rather ornate introduction for them as they entered. There was nothing false about the smile he wore as the pair passed through the double doors, his cheeks dimpled in a charmingly boyish manner.

His own attire had been carefully chosen to compliment Chiasa's. A finely tailored black overcoat with intricate gold and silver embroidery. Draped across his shoulder and wrapped around his arms was a long scarf of rich golden silk. The scarf was actually a rather versatile garment. Small pins could be removed from the ends, allowing Ray to offer the silks as a shawl in the event the evening air took on a chill.

"I'm not very practiced when it comes to politicking, my lady. Is it normal to apply such honorifics to your escort, or are you trying to make me blush?"

Lorraei turned his attention to the musicians briefly, "Tell me lady Chiasa, would you care to dance? Seems a waste of such talented artists if bo one can dance to their music."

-Lorraei's attire-
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[Leilani Paaie]

[member="Armand Temi"]

"Mesh'la you say" She seemed to coo at him she could not help but smile when he kissed the back of her hand, "Well if anyone comes to talk to me, I will be certain that I mention you, and your clinic and who knows maybe I can influence them to make a donation" She smiled just then even as she tilted her head down a devious little thing she could be using her species natural abilities to profit.

They walked slowly across the floor one was for effect let them all look, the second was that the skirting of her dress required a slow pace. There were glances towards them ,and whispers. Leilani eyed each one as they passed, leaning over her lips to Armand's ear, "they are all wondering what it is I do to you" She kissed his ear, "wouldn't they be surprised"

As neared the bar and Leilani asked for champagne, "a toast" she whispered, "to Actions speaking louder than words'

 

[Yoru Shakou]

The Duchess stood silently upon the balcony, watching the entrance of her large manor home. Her eyes falling upon each of the guests as they came into the parlor, a small smirk crossing upon her lips. Golden-yellow hues watched from the darkness, nearly like a predator's eyes in the dark as they carefully followed each guest. Titles upon titles as they stepped in, her crier was to have a very long and loud evening it seemed and it bothered the Duchess not a single bit. Each title was more of pomp and stood upon ceremony for her, and it allowed her to judge those that arrived in their own way. ​

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For her hiding behind titles upon titles that had been heaped upon one was nothing more than hiding themselves behind old deeds or stories that by now had grown into some legend among others. Her interest fell upon those whose titles were few, bare or outright plain and simple. Even she herself did not like the full title that she held, though she wore it with pride, took it as a mantle that had been placed upon her and now she gracefully wore it like it were a pelt of some beast felled and turned to show as a garment. ​

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A soft smile crossed her lips as she watched her guest, the young Princess of Naboo as she squeezed her escort's arm tightly. The Duchess should have been pushing her youngest son upon the girl, or acting in some way to subvert the small relationship that she was budding between the two, though that was what the Queen wanted. The Duchess was more than content to allow the young woman to find her own faults and make her own mistakes. She would not push her son upon the girl, as much as she would allow the event to naturally happen. After all, she was more than sure that at some point young Felicity would wander into the library where the Duchess' son Elias would be pushed deep into a book. ​

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The thought was quickly pushed out of her mind as she kept watching more and more guest arrive. Her hand fell to her side, once more finding the soft fur of the beast that was always with her. Looking down she sighed softly, knowing that her Nexu needed rest after the litter of kittens it had just given birth too not that long ago. Then again it was also clear that the kittens had to be quickly taken from their mother else they become her meal. The Duchess found a bit of sadness in that thought, yet the tamers had spoken otherwise. She was still committed to managing some means to have the kittens around their mother as well, mainly because of her own children whom the kittens would be given to. ​

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Turning back towards her guest, her hand ran along the soft fur of the Nexu. There were still so many that had yet to arrive, though she felt that she kept many of her guest long enough without her presences. Stepping forward, she ran her hand along the banister, a low growl following as the Nexu jumped down the small flight of upper stairs. The light that marked the high platform at the top of the stairs showed off its fur as it slowly prowled around. ​

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Not too long after, the lithe figure of the Duchess stepped into the light, her golden-yellow hues falling upon those in attendance. Her soft smile curved her lips as her eyes fell upon the young Princess, watching her with a soft look for a moment as if she knew every little thing she was planning, though not going so far as to showing any displeasure or that she would be scolded should she play the sickness card. ​

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Stepping forward, she placed her hands upon the banister before her, though she did not speak just yet. Her appearance caused the crier at the door to take a breath for a moment as she nodded towards him. Then his voiced carried out just as loudly throughout much of the manor. ​

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"Her Lady, the Autarch of the Avidonian Dominion, the Duchess Raulyn Hawkshaw Magrath."​

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With a soft smile she brought her hand up slowly, a soft greeting to those that had already arrived. She was more than eager to speak with a few, though her eyes remained gazing towards the door to watch for those that would arrive late to the Gala. ​

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"My friends, welcome. Tonight is a night of celebration and jubilation. A night in which we are not Sith, we are not Jedi. We are not those of the Republic, we are not those of the Mandalorians, Fringe, Omega Protectorate or even the Red Ravens, or any number of political affiliate that one can be of. Tonight we are merely beings of a Galaxy whom desire a simple night to enjoy one another in a time of great calamity and Chaos."​

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[member="Darth Hauntruss"]​

[member="Darth Venefica"]​

[member="Solan Charr"]​

[member="Lord Vyse Magrath"]​

[member="Rama Zhar'su"]​

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]​

[member="Armand Temi"]​

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]​

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]​

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]​

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

[member="Alen Na'Varro"]​

[member="Lorraei"]​

[member="Felicity Mason"]​

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster was late as useral, these events were such a bother to get to, he was lucky enough to stumble onto a transport luxury liner that dropped him off on this planet. He had to wait for his ship to properly land and bring him attire and guards for this event, he really didn't need the guards, but they looked intimdating even without weapons. Jaster walked up to the large manner and looked up and down it. It was a massive building. This was a good idea to accept the invitation of the newly appointed Duchess, although he still did not understand the invite.

It could have been his secreat refugee camps that scattered the galaxy, or the factory's that pumped out medical supplies. Jaster was always on his toes when these invitations were given to him. He walked up the the man introducing all the guest and before jaster could speak the man spoke.

"Admiral of Healers Guild and Cheif Security Director, Shadow Doctor of the Space Lanes, Jaster Awaud of planet Monestary."

'Shadow Doctor, when the kark was he named that?' He questioned himself.

Jaster walked down the steps and noticed many of the crowds faces as ither friends, people he meet on his travels, and past employers. None he hated, nor did he care about, the only person he saw in the room who he held a grudge with was [member="Armand Temi"]. Jaster lost too many card games with his old friend and he enjoyed the many conversations he held with the man. He would be the first Jaster would speak with.

[member="Duchess Magrath"] [member="Leilani Paaie"] [member="Lorraei"] [member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Owain"] [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

More titles, more people. Josh kind of wished his own had been short and sweet. What was this, a re-telling of everyones life story? Still, whether they be Jedi or Sith, they had entered this little gala, and were here to party. In peace, he would hope. And like that, the new Duchess would come and speak, talking of how their sides didn't matter, and this was a peace party. Fine with him. He would clap along with the others when necessary out of respect, before finding himself a place to sit down respectfully, a little ways away from the party. There wasn't really anyone that he knew here... What could he do?

He did recognize the name "Mason" though. He was a friend of the Rades, Graxin in particular before his disappearance, and knew the name "Felicity Mason" from a prior conversation. But he had never met her in person.

[member="Duchess Magrath"]
[member="Leilani Paaie"]
[member="Lorraei"]
[member="Felicity Mason"]
[member="Armand Temi"]
[member="Owain"]
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
[member="Solan Charr"]