Keepin Corellia Weird
Location: CorSec HQ, Coronet City, Corellia
Julius almost unilaterally hated such affairs. He had a natural talent for oration and speeches. But he preferred to manifest it as a talent for one liners and cutting words during battle. Formal speeches in front of thousands was hardly his favorite setting. Regardless, the powers that be had decided the Confederation needed to have a memorial day of sorts. And in a way, Julius was something of a figurehead and war hero from way back. So they had asked him to help present the awards, and give the opening speech.
With that in mind, something a bit more formal had been selected for the occasion. Said selection process had led him to realize he needed more clothes than the two types he had - various armor kits, and worn out spacers gear. Not much in between. And full battle gear wasn't quiet fitting for a ceremony intended to honor the war-dead of a Nation and those who had survived. So he had compromised.
On a podium with a dozen or so military officers and government officials, Julius stood flanked by two of the Jedi Temple guardians he had begun to train. For them, the new bloodsteel armor and robes were chosen, ceremonial saberstaffs presented but idle, faces covered in mourning with green-black veils. Julius stood in a traditional Jedi-like tabards and breeches of the same green-black. A pair of knee high and polished black boots with polished metal toecaps covered his feet, broad belt of similar colored leather where his lightsaber hung. The biggest exception to traditional Jedi gear was a bloodsteel pauldron with the sigil of the Order on it, and the outer robe being almost toga like and clasped at the right shoulder with a Jed-Cred, the hood down to reveal a beard and hair neatly trimmed and more grey or white than many might recall. That, and the alien designed arm from the Monks of the Aing-Tii.
Overall, he cut a stylish figure, and it was with the grace born of decades of training and war that he stepped up nd the vox-bead aroun his throat picked up his voice and carried it to the assemblage. He spoke clearly, with the classic drawl of someone brought up in the upper clutches of Corellian society. But there was a harsh cut to the end-vowels and words, and the twisted grin he always had. Those spoke of years in the underground and the like.
"My friends! My family! We gather here to celebrate something not seen in decades or more, truly! A free Corellia. A Corellia without the yoke of benevolent or malevolent powers. Our home, and our people, free to chart our own course in the stars. Some might say this is dangerous. But we have a reputation for loving excitement."
Clearing his throat, he seemed to straighten, and stare over the heads of the men and women from various military departments and detachments, and more than a few Jedi. There were even the odd smattering of privateers and... Well... Smuggler and 'scum'. Standing next to CorSec agents. If he hadn't been trained better, he'd have laughed at that.
"This day isn't for us though. Not in the slightest. It is for those brightly burning souls who gave up their stars so we might see ours rise again. And for the ones who risked all on a turn and came up with an Array. We aren't a terribly formal and ceremonious people, but this day, for every year to come, will mark our debt and gratitude to those gone before and yet to come. But the first order of business is the awarding of something quite old to us... Will [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Lisza Starseeker"] step forward?"
