Faction [THP] Among Rebels and Stars

[Valery Noble]

The stars above Odessen shimmered faintly through the open ceiling of the great hangar, where soft lights now glowed between banners and strung cables. Normally a place of coordinated supply runs and rebek briefings, the space had been transformed into something very different: a celebration.

The formation of the Network, and the rise of the Hidden Path as a united force, marked a moment worth honoring. Against all odds, with the Galactic Empire and Sith Order tightening their grip on the Galaxy, hope had taken root in the cracks of the galaxy. Rebels, Jedi, refugees, and soldiers alike had found each other.

Tonight, they paused to recognize that. No tactics, no missions. Just music, drinks, good food, and better company. For some, it would be the first chance in a long time to simply breathe.

And maybe even dance.

Objective I — Take the Floor!​

A large portion of the hangar has been cleared to create a makeshift dancefloor. Warm lights cast a soft glow, and a small stage hosts a live band of traveling musicians and rebel-aligned droids. Some are already dancing, others awkwardly linger at the edges, unsure if it's really allowed to feel this lighthearted.

• Ask someone to dance! A friend, a complete stranger, perhaps your crush~
• Share a moment under the lights
• Be the one to break the ice and start a group dance
• Or just sit nearby and soak in the rare joy with some drinks.

Objective II — Fireside Stories​

Further from the noise, several fires have been lit within the Odessen Jungles. Rebels, Jedi, and friends alike gather in small circles for food, drinks, and stories of the road so far.

• Share a personal memory or story from your journey so far.
• Bond with someone new or reflect on what's next with an old friend.
• Listen to the tales of older Path members or veterans who've fought in earlier wars.
• Play music, sing, or offer some entertainment to raise spirits.

Objective III — Stargazing​

Far above the treetops, on a cliffside platform surrounded by nature, a small lookout has become a favorite spot for introspection or simply getting away from the noise. Find someone there, or go alone. Either way, the stars have stories to tell.

• A deeply personal conversation that wouldn't happen anywhere else.
• Meditating under the stars, feeling the Force flow through Odessen.
• A chance encounter with someone unexpected.

BYOO
Do you have a different story to tell? Bring your own objective!​

 

[Lestra Thairk]

Tags: Open
Outfit

Who said you needed a partner to dance? Definitely not Lestra as he boogied his way along the Dance floor. This was the kind of stuff that let Lestra be the goofball that he wanted to come off as, throwing himself from side to side with erratic movements. He wasn't much of a professional dancer, most of his moves being some kind of replica of the way an animal moved. Doing swimming movements through the air to mimic a fish, or doing a little shimey before breaking out into a mock howl. He was an animal down on the dance floor!...And it felt like he was taking that more literal than most would expect.

Of course, he also managed to tidy up for once. Replacing his cloak with a suit and making sure that his hair was at least somewhat well kept. There were still a few specks of dirt but Lestra wasn't going to worry about any of this stuff as he continued to slide his way along the dance floor. Making little finger gun actions at anyone stood off to the side, as if trying to beckon them to come onto the dance floor and have some fun. This was meant to be a time to relax after all. A time to just...let yourself heal. As much as Lestra could understand the dislike towards wasting time like this, he also knew that time to yourself was a precious resource. You couldn't help anyone if you couldn't help yourself at the end of the day.

That's what this was all about. As much as he was quite...a quirky Padawan, Lestra did enjoy the idea of being able to relax. He wanted to help the Galaxy and the animals that resided in it, but right now? It was time for himself. To make a fool of himself and wave his arms as if he didn't have a care in the world.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Red Dress | Wedding Ring

The glow of the lights shimmered across her glass as Valery swirled the red wine, the deep hue catching against the fabric of her dress. It clung close to her frame, a daring cut that left little to the imagination, and the faint curl of her lips suggested she knew exactly the effect it carried. The music from the band spilled across the hangar, laughter rising from the edges of the dancefloor, but for once, her mind wasn't on the cause or the work that had consumed her for weeks.

It was on him.

Her husband stood close, the cut of his suit sharp against the softened glow of the room, and Valery let her orange eyes travel over him without shame. The tension in her shoulders eased, the exhaustion of building a rebellion finally giving way to something warmer.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she tipped her glass slightly toward him. "You know," she said, her voice smooth and playful, carrying the lilt of a tease he knew all too well, "I have always liked the way you look in a suit." She stepped a touch closer, her gaze lingering on him with open appreciation. He was most hers, after all, "So handsome. So damn sexy~"

The spark in her eyes made her glow like a fire, alive with mischief as she raised the glass for a sip. "Makes me wonder if I should keep you all to myself tonight." She grinned again, clearly pleased with herself. After all the hard work, she was so damn tired, and this was exactly what she needed to recover.

Just her and him.

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Open

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Vera had slipped out of the hangar the moment she spotted her parents edging toward the dancefloor. Just the thought of watching them sway under the lights together sent a sharp shiver down her spine, and she shook her head quickly as if that could chase it away. That was not something she needed burned into her memory.

So instead, she wandered until the music had faded into the background and the jungle air pressed cool against her skin. A small rise just beyond the fires gave her a good view of the sky, and she dropped down into the grass, stretching out on her back with her hands folded behind her head.

The stars were sharp and clear above Odessen, steady points in a galaxy that always felt like it was shifting beneath her feet. For the first time in weeks, she let herself breathe without the weight of training, expectations, or danger.

Her eyes followed the streak of a comet as it trailed briefly across the black. She wondered what was waiting for her down the line, what all of this... the Path, the fighting, the hope they were building, would mean for her when she was older.

She wasn't sure she could picture it yet, but lying there beneath the stars, she felt at peace with not knowing.

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[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Odessen - Hidden Path Outpost

Equipment:
Formal Attire| Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Commlink | Tic

Ace had given the hangar a shot. He'd even gone so far as to scrape together something resembling formal clothes : a white shirt, collar loose, sleeves shoved up his forearms, boots scuffed from the walk over. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Didn't matter. The second the band struck up and the dancefloor cleared, he knew it wasn't his place. He didn't know the steps, didn't care to learn them, and wasn't about to stand there pretending.

So he slipped out before anyone could notice, Tic clinging to his shoulder with a pointed little chirp that sounded too much like "coward" for comfort. Ace ignored him, strolling through the jungle with his hands shoved in his pockets. He should've just stayed on the Flickerfox.

By the time he found himself on the rise above the treeline, air cooler, quieter. Tic clung to his shoulder until spotting a patch of grass ahead. Already occupied.

Vera Noble. He knew her: two missions, a handful of fights. He was friends with her brother and her mother was one of the few people he trusted most. And yet… sitting there watching her in the grass, eyes turned skyward, he realized he didn't really know Vera at all. Not beyond the fights.

Ace lingered for a moment before taking a seat on the stone railing nearby, boots braced on the edge. Tic hopped down into the grass with a flicker of its lens and a chirp loud enough to give him away.

Ace smirked faintly, shaking his head. "Yeah, I bailed too." he said, tone dry. "Can't dance."

Vera Noble + OPEN​

 

[Aether Verd]

Assets: Beskar'gam | Basilisk
Darksaber | Resolute Dawn​

ODESSEN, HIDDEN PATH BASE

The journey to Odessen had been quiet enough, save for the rhythmic thrum of a Basilisk’s engines as it broke atmosphere and cut across the wild skies. Aether dismounted at the edge of the base, boots striking durasteel with the finality of a man arriving where he intended to be. The message from Valery had reached him earlier that day, its phrasing measured but its meaning clear: this evening was not about battle lines or war councils, but about an opportunity. If the Mandalorians wished to secure new contracts, if they wished to put themselves in front of a potential client, then tonight was the place to do it.

Formal attire, she had suggested. For Aether, that meant jet black beskar polished to a mirror sheen, trimmed in gold that caught the low lights of the hangar. A midnight cape flowed at his shoulders, embroidered with the ancient skull of the mythosaur, bold against the dark fabric. The look was ceremonial without being ostentatious, a warrior’s answer to Valery’s request.

A few of his warriors flanked him when he first entered, but he did not leave them at his side as was custom. Instead, he bid them to go, to mingle, to show the Path that Mandalorians knew how to be guests as well as soldiers. He trusted them to handle themselves. Tonight was about impressions, and discipline was as much a weapon as any blade.

For his part, Aether let his gaze wander across the gathering, noting the warmth that glowed in the hangar, the fires beyond, and the quiet corners that offered reprieve from the noise. It was in one of those quieter spaces that he caught sight of a familiar figure, the pale locks of his younger brother cutting through the dark. Acier had not noticed him yet, occupied instead with a young woman lying in the grass, her eyes fixed upon the stars.

Aether smiled beneath the helm as he strode forward, raising a hand in greeting when he drew near. He caught only the end of Acier’s dry confession and answered without hesitation, his tone carrying a rare note of humor. “It runs in the family. I can't dance either.” His helm inclined slightly then toward the girl, his voice carrying the courtesy of one accustomed to introductions. "Pardon the interruption, my name is Aether."​

Acier Moonbound , Vera Noble + Open

 

[Katherine Holt]

Objective 1
Dress
Tags: Torin Emberlain​

Katherine remembered the last time she had attended something like this. It was back when she was still bound to her hoverchair. Unable to join in with the dancing, or anything really beyond taking up the offer of free drinks. Her physical and mental state at the time doing nothing to dissuade from that indulgence. Though she still retained some sense, and never delved too deeply.

For tonight however? She was here to celebrate what everyone had achieved with the Hidden Path. It was something Katherine had heard about during her time dashing about the Core Worlds. There hadn’t really been time for her to dwell on what had happened, the choices that had been made by others. She was just glad to see so many people that banded together in the wake of a very uncertain time.

Something the redhead had been personally having to face as of late. Although some of that had lessened with the presence of a certain tall and very handsome druid.

Katherine hadn’t hesitated asking Torin to be her date for the event. In part because she wanted him at her side, but also to see the man in a suit. And what a sight it was to behold. The redhead had gone into this with the full intent of making his jaw drop, and Torin had gone and turned the tables on her.

How is he managing to look even hotter in this, when I’ve seen him in less?

The thought dominated Katherine’s mind as they walked towards where the dancing was happening. Although she knew full well Torin had his own thoughts circulating, as she had gone all out for the night too.

Katherine had picked a black dress that she had brought ages ago, but had been left unused for so long. That was until a while back, when she had gone to Valery for some relationship advice. It had led to figuring out what the redhead could wear for a first date. And she had remembered what Valery had said about the dress.

It’s a bit much for a first date, but if you ever want to make his jaw drop? That’s the dress.

And it was most certainly the right choice, if she was correctly counting how many ‘stolen glances’ she had caught from Torin. Not to say Katherine wasn’t doing the same, oh she was stealing every damn glance she could.

The winged redhead smiled as she squeezed the druid’s arm, which was currently looped around hers. “I know I’ve already said it, but that suit looks fantastic on you.”

 

[Connel Vanagor]

REBELS AND STARS
ODESSEN
OBJ 1

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

His date was not sure if she was the one that he should be bringing, but in fact, Connel would have had it no other way. She needed a night like this. So did he. A night away from gear, from objectives, from Operations. She needed a night away from logistics, from meetings, from… grieving.

Connel’s date? His mother Chrysotemis.

… and well… Buster…

They walked in quietly, and she was looking around happily. It was beautifully set up and layed out. It made her sad that Caltin was not here to see it, but in a way, he was. So that was enough. Connel? Connel was fighting his natural instinct of checking the exits and looking for secure or suspicious points. Buster? He was just a hap…hap… happy dog.

A server walked by with drinks, to which he took one to give to her, he of course was just like his father, he didn’t drink. Chrysotemis smiled and took the drink, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and bittersweet memories. Connel, ever vigilant, subtly scanned the room, his instincts honed by years of training. Buster, meanwhile, wagged his tail, content to simply enjoy the moment, oblivious to the complexities around him. She decided to walk around the room for a few moments and enjoy her drink before they danced, leaving Connel to stand idly with his best friend at the edge of the dance floor looking for anyone to talk to, at least for the moment.

TAGS • ARE • WIDE • OPEN • TO • ALL​

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Odessan
Objective: 1
Outfit: Fancy Suit
Tag: Open

Tarw walked into the ballroom and let out a deep sigh, it felt wrong to celebrate as more of the Alliance fell into the oppressive control of the Galactic Empire. There was still war to be fought, there was still intel that could be gathered and Tarw felt like he was weakening the Hidden Path not throwing himself into the next mission. However, breaks were needed. Recovery and pauses between missions were necessary for the whole rebellion since it gave the chance for others to remember what was being sacrificed, what was on the line if failure hung in the air. Tarw didn't need such reminders, seeing Coruscant flying imperial flags was always a constant reminder of why he needed to fight.

But his body could only be pushed so far, could only take so much damage from constantly throwing himself into missions.

Heading to the bar, Tarw noted that there was Valery with her husband, along with other Jedi entering the room to dance. The soldier however had no date himself and he was not someone who was particularly graceful on the dancefloor, at least not a skill he had shown to others. Leaning on the counter of the bar as he inspected the beverages that were on display as well as the potential cocktails that could be created. If he was going to take a day off, he needed to dull the senses and ignore the obsessive thoughts in his mind that he was not doing enough. The unhealthy thoughts that until he was dead, he should be working mission to mission.

His body was already weakening, cracking at the tension.

"Whisky. Corellian, the stronger the better." Tarw ordered as he paid for the drink and sighed once again. "Let's see how relaxing this break is." Tarw muttered to himself, still not convinced that he should be here. That he deserved to be around those happy, hopeful. Not when he was seeing only despair and growing ruin in the galaxy.

 

[Jack Wright]

OBJECTIVE I
Tags: OPEN​

A rational Jedi would be meditating out in Odessen's beautiful forests, this time at night. Another would be preparing for any eventuality, giving the organization they aligned with, what few resources were plausibly available.

Jack didn't feel like being reasonable, tonight.

Clad in a snazzy dark blue attire, situated with outer robe edges to signify a Jedi's status, the Knight occupied himself by the buffet tables, or what counted among them, helping himself ot some wine from one system or another. One sip, made a face, and set it right back, opting to instead enjoy the mood of the evening, knowing despite how lax everyone was being at present, tonight.

They more than deserved it, given all the ridicule and losses they've endured, up to this point. The more he absorbed the festivities, Jack was convinced he followed the right decision, accompanying Valery Noble and company, scrouging whatever allies they could muster, leading up for events tonight. His gloved index finger drummed against the cold glass of the half-finished drink, retrieving the sustenance again by reflex, just to keep his body occupied while he observed.

And smiled, light and totally relaxed. Whether or not he waltzed tonight was no issue, what mattered was everyone enjoying themselves, finding their much-needed reprieve.

Besides, he could always show people up, later.

 

[Thexann Pehnataur]

PERSONAL MEMO (Encrypted)

Author: Thexann Pehnataur
Subject: Showing up and Showing out
Location: [REDACTED]
Access Level: [Red-Alpha Priority]

This is something I wasn’t expecting to do. Be a part of this (mainly) Jedi party, but I had to. I had to make sure that they were okay. Sure, I didn’t have to pay for all of this, or arrange it, but that isn’t the point. What is the point? History was repeating itself. Just like the Old Republic, the “Old” New Republic, and so on and so forth, people did not let themselves stop and smell the flowers once in a while.

No, that is not saying that social events like this will change the state of the galaxy, but being able to stop and relax, to enjoy the small things in life will keep them from losing steam. Morale is important, especially in times like this.

I say this having not brought my wife and kids to this, something they would enjoy, but they have the luxury of anonymity. Right now that is better for them than this.They deserve a life free from the constant scrutiny and danger that comes with my role. For now, I’m here to ensure the Jedi have the support they need, even if it means stepping out of my comfort zone. Their success could ripple across the galaxy.

Not tonight though. Tonight, they simply have to stop and look around. They can get back into the hyperlane that is life tomorrow. I’ll just walk around, listen to a story, gaze at a few stars, and maybe dance with someone who is here alone.

TAG: Open to anyone and everyone

This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway

 

[Domina Prime]

I HEAR THIS VOICE KEEP ASKING ME
IS THIS MY BLOOD OR IS IT BLASPHEMY?

Aether Verd | Open
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The banners stirred gently above as Mandalore the Iron carved a path through the revelers like a prow through the sea, his towering presence making way without a word. Dima trailed behind him, all awkward poise and nervous fidgeting, her claws brushing over the tassels and golden jewelry at her hips with each swaying step. The purple silks clung in unfamiliar ways, slit high enough along her scaled thighs to remind everyone she was still a creature forged for war. Greaves and gauntlets glittered in the glow of lanterns and suspended cables, armor accents stubbornly clinging to her Mandalorian self even beneath the veil of formal wear.

When the Mandalore dismissed his retinue with a wave of steel, Dima lingered for a moment in his shadow, suddenly bereft of anchor. Then he was gone into the throng of social dangers, leaving the towering xeno in her silks to fend for herself.

Her claws clicked nervously against one another as she drifted deeper into the room. Servers passed like darting minnows; she plucked a glass off a platter with almost comical precision, lifted her mask, and sipped with an exaggerated daintiness. Her five eyes darted about like fireflies. Too many things to look at, too many people, too much light.

"Lots of really cute boys here," she muttered under her breath, voice muffled halfway by the rim of her glass. "Cuter girls too! O-oh, sugarsnaps..."

She tugged her mask back down hastily, covering the flush of her embarrassment with beskar and ceremony. Her shoulders hunched slightly, predator shrinking into wallflower as her eyes tracked the flowing gowns, the clean cuts of officer's uniforms, the way laughter cascaded over music.

"I should have worn something fancier," she groaned into her mask, claws tugging at the hem of her silks. The purple shimmered beautifully in the light, but envy curled in her belly all the same as she watched other women glide effortlessly in fabrics spun like liquid light. Hers felt like armor pretending to be clothing, and she felt like a soldier pretending to be a guest.

Still, there was a restless sway to her body, an instinct to move. Each step of the dancers drew her claws to fidget with her jewelry again, tassels jingling faintly like windchimes. An accidental rhythm, a song in waiting.

Her tail swayed low and slow behind her, brushing the floor as she muttered, "I'd rather fight a platoon of Sith than figure out which fork to use, ugg. YOU THERE! CUTE BOY! MORE REFRESHMENTS!" She barked, jingling her glass at one of the platter boys across the room boisterously.

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[Reina Daival]

Tag: Just a bunch of mentions in the text
Objective 2

This felt wrong for Reina. It was meant to be a time to relax. To reflect upon yourself, but it all felt so wrong. There was far too much that Reina needed to pay attention to. How could she afford to relax at some kind of ball? She had tried to get ready for the dance, staring down at the suit she had thrown on. Maybe dancing would still be on the cards later but in this moment? Reina was just by herself, off to the side amongst the jungle, seeing the flickers of campfires whilst she leaned against the tree in the darkness. A small sigh escaping her lips as she pushed the palm of her head against her forehead to force back any tears that might be trying to make their way.

There were people Reina was worried about. People she hadn't seen amongst the members of the Hidden Path. Xuko Pagoi . Reina missed arguing with him. Debating other things. She had finally started to see what he thought was admirable about her at least. Not that Reina would ever admit that if she saw him again. Klar was another one Reina missed. Reina had no clue what had happened to the Codru-Ji who had made Reina feel special. For all Reina knew, the pair of them were gone. Lost on Coruscant. She already knew at least one Jedi who had been lost there. She had to keep moving throughout that. They wouldn't be the only people lost to her. She didn't even know how the people who had raised her were doing. For all she knew they had died. Not as nobly as some Jedi in battle, but to a knife in the back, or lost at sea...

Then, before Reina knew it, she started to sing. An old sea shanty that had been sung on the ship she had been raised. It had been a long time since Reina had sang anything, even before the Ersansyr transformation. But she couldn't help herself, as she let the melody echo through the jungles. In a way, she was proving herself to be the "Songbird" she had been transformed into, even as she stared off at the sky.

"The nets are cast, the moons are dim,
Sing, my brothers, sing…
The tide pulls hard, and the light grows thin,
Sing the stars down low.

Low, boys, low,
Hear the waters sigh and flow,
Worlds may burn, but the sea won't know,
Sing the stars down low.

I lost my kin to a war in the sky,
Sing, my brothers, sing…
Now I fish alone where the dead waves lie,
Sing the stars down low.

Low, boys, low,
Hear the waters sigh and flow,
Worlds may burn, but the sea won't know,
Sing the stars down low.

The sea is cold, and the night is long,
Sing, my brothers, sing…
But the current carries a broken song,
Sing the stars down low.

Low, boys, low,
Hear the waters sigh and flow,
Worlds may burn, but the sea won't know,
Sing the stars down low..."

With that, Reina sighed to herself, letting the shanty trail off as she stared up towards the sky. She knew that her friends would be off having fun somewhere here. Everest Vale was more than likely with Tigris Aphra somewhere, Valery Noble was more than likely off dancing with Kahlil. And Colette was...actually, Reina didn't know where her master would be. None of this really seemed her style. Yet that very thought caused Reina to break out into a smile. Maybe Reina was more like Colette than she had realised. For now however? Reina sat alone, with her own worst enemy. Her thoughts.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Odessan
Objective: 2 - Fireside Chats
Outfit: Dress
Tag: Shan

It was Lily's first time visiting the Hidden Path but the Echani had heard from her friends the importance of the rebellion movement and the impact it was having. She was keen to offer her support since she was a warrior, someone desiring to push by imperial control and overthrow dictators like those within the Sith Order and the Galactic Empire, so offering the Hidden Path her support. Her skills in combat made sense and it was help Lily as well. Giving her far more experience more in combat, as well as keeping her fighting skills as refined as possible. If she ever wished to be the best warrior in the Jedi Order, then Lily needed to work on fighting and defeating opponents.

For today, Lily was there to lift the spirits of others. There to show that even in the darkest of moments, a spark, a flicker of hope could incinerate the entire oppressive forces that tried to take over the galaxy. Lily also knew it was a time she could spend with Shan after a long time. Too long since their previous interaction on Naboo. It caused a fluttering of butterflies in Lily's stomach once again. She had not seen Shan since her recovery on Eshan, where her confidence, her light had been relit once again.

The Echani moved between the many fires lit with people gathered around them, drinking, talking and sharing laughter. Lily observed everyone and hoped that this energy could be stored, bottled and kept for when the dark days ahead came at them relentlessly so they could remember the positives. What the hardships lead to. The joyous few moments.

Her silver eyes searched around for where Shan might be, where they could sit and catch up on the time that had passed between them

 

[Shan]

Location: Odessan
Objective: 2 - Fireside Chats
Outfit: Suit
Tag: Lily Decoria

It had felt like an age since Shan had left his lightsaber behind. Left it at the shrine of Caltin. Yet he hadn't abandoned the fight. He was no longer a Jedi, he was not a fighter, but Shan was a healer. A doctor. He would not turn his back to those who needed healing. It was why he was here now, warming his hands amongst the fires, keeping an eye out to make sure that people weren't partying too hard. It'd have been fun if they were towards the dancefloor, but here? With the open flames? People getting drunk wouldn't be a good mix with that at the end of the day.

Though there was something that caused him to stop midstep. A familiar presence in the Force that caused Shan's head to snap up almost immediately and start looking around, perhaps a little bit too eagerly. A quick adjustment of his tie, patting himself down to make sure he looked at least somewhat presentable. And then he headed off himself, looking for that familiar presence of Lily Decoria

Moving from campfire from campfire, until he saw that familiar head of white hair and those silver eyes. Before Shan knew it, he was running straight on over. Maybe he had missed Lily a lot more than he had expected. Or perhaps time did make the heart grow fonder. There were plenty of potential reasonings for why Shan was reacting this way, but for once? He didn't care about getting to the logic of it all. All he really wanted was to wrap his arms around Lily. There was a part of him that hesitant at his idea, since he didn't want to make her dress dirty...but Lily was strong! So instead, Shan went full throttle into it, practically tackling Lily with a hug.

"Lily! You look great! What are you doing here?"

This hadn't felt like the kind of place Shan would have thought Lily would be...though if he thought about it more, it did make sense. She'd be anywhere she could be to defend the innocent. It was one of the things that Shan certainly did...love about the Echani.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #1943
Location: – Odessen
Assigned Craft: None
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30) (Getting an oil bath, go figure)
Current Mood: Quiet
Background Noise: Quiet night.

Alright, this is the test. I’m here at this party with no backup. I’m standing here with no backup. I’m not even here with a snarky diva of a droid. I’m surrounded by people I barely know, trying to blend in and keep my cover. Wait, what “cover”? Ugh, I’m overthinking it again.

… and forgetting how this thing records EVERYTHING…

I’m here, and not trying to run, so that’s something.

Wow, it’s a beautiful night out. I always loved stargazing.

Wait, is that Acier Moonbound over there with Vera Noble ? Yeah, I won’t but in there. They need to be alone… even if Master Noble… either one will probably kill him.
– Michael A.
Almost there.

TAG:

This is where he is speaking

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Wearing: Dress
Tags: Connel Vanagor

Kat felt more than a little ridiculous in a dress while a war simmered in the background. Yet she understood that gatherings like this mattered. Rebellions rose and fell on morale as much as strategy, and sometimes a celebration could be as vital as a skirmish. Besides, she barely knew anyone in the Hidden Path. If she was going to remain among them, this was as good an opportunity as any to forge connections.

Romance, however, had never been her strong suit. Watching couples glide across the dance floor twisted something tight in her stomach. It reminded her of things she'd lost or perhaps never truly had. She knew there was a fire outside, and the stars above were always more welcoming than crowded halls, but most of the senior members had chosen to attend the gathering. That alone was reason enough for her to be here.

Still, she lingered at the edges, a wallflower by instinct if not by choice. Her deep green eyes moved sharply over the crowd, cataloging faces, weighing possibilities. If she intended to truly commit herself to this rebellion, she would need allies and people she could trust, perhaps even a role to anchor her, whether leading an enclave or guiding a rebel cell. She might yet throw herself headlong into the war.

And yet, beneath her measured composure, a familiar weariness stirred. The galaxy's conflicts all blurred together for her now, each rebellion a reflection of the last. For someone who had lived through centuries of repetition, the endless cycle was not inspiring, it was exhausting. And in the quiet corners of her heart, she wondered if this time would be any different.

As she edged through the crowed she couldn't help noticing there was one gentleman that was enjoying the party immensely. In fact his little tail was wagging happily and his eyes were full of joy. This sight brought the first true smile to her lips since she'd thawed from Carbonite five years ago.

"Well, at least someone is enjoying this party."

Her voice carried to those fluffy little ears, though she hadn't meant to disturb the pup.

 

[Gavin Restur]

[Objective 1: Take the Floor!]
Equipment: Standard Attire, Dual Blaster Pistols
TAGS: OPEN

What's he even doing here? Social calls are ones he doesn't normally answer...
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Surrounded by people who all wished to simply have a relaxing night, for once. The ever-lasting cause of stress known as "The Galaxy" being a pretty good reason why many would like to have some time of peace and relaxation.

Unfortunately for Gavin, he wouldn't know relaxation if it hit him in the face.

Like others he's noticed, he was more along the edge of the hangar-turned-dancefloor, seated at a table. A couple of empty bottles were present on the table, with another one just now being placed by an attendant. He had placed down a datapad on the table, currently in the midst of going through potential bounties that he could pursue, a small holoprojector that was on the datapad showcasing the faces of whoever he was looking at.

Sure, he knew perfectly well that a break was something that's needed. You can't have your brain be on "Go" mode 100% of the time. So, Gavin merely has it at 99% of the time, instead. While he's fine taking an hour to sit down and do nothing, anything more than that just makes him feel uncomfortable. Like he's wasting his time, when there's so much to do.

Thankfully, he at least had the decency to not drag his entire arsenal with him to a party, only bringing his blasters. But, it seemed he had missed the memo on wearing "formal" attire. In actuality, he simply didn't wish to spend credits on such a thing. No point in buying something if you don't plan on using it.

While going through the list of bounties before him, propping his arm up on the table to rest his face in his palm, his vision blurred for a brief moment. Likely from staring at the screens too hard. Lifting his head up for a moment, rubbing over his face as he let out a sigh. As he lowered his hand, he took a moment to look around. He noticed some people he recognized, like Lestra Thairk going crazy on the dancefloor. Pretty sure Lestra had flashed some finger guns at him, which had made him tempted to flash his real blasters back at him. Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble were off together, enjoying the time that they desperately needed, which was nice. He was certain he had saw Acier Moonbound beforehand as well, but never had the chance to approach him.

And, plenty of others he didn't recognize. The likes of Tarw Rhyfelwr and Jack Wright keeping to themselves outside of the main festivities, just like Gavin himself was doing. While this was the perfect time to try and make some new friends, since he's painfully aware of how lacking his social circle was, for the time being, he preferred being where he was.

So with that, he returned his gaze back to the datapad. Continuing to cycle through bounties and faces.

 

[Pari Sylune]

Pari wasn't old enough for close dancing or all that mushy stuff yet, but she was old enough to want to be where the cooler kids were. Tonight, that meant slipping outside to join the group stargazing under the open sky. She moved with an almost dreamy grace, drifting as though the night itself carried her forward. It was good, she thought, that the Path made time for moments like this. Every rebellion needed a pause, a breath, a chance to just be.

As she drew closer, she spotted a small knot of teenagers sprawled on blankets and rocks, pointing out constellations. Among them was Acier. The sight made her grin. She'd worried he was too gruff, too prickly to make friends, but here he was.

Her gaze slid to the edge of the gathering, where another boy lingered, hovering just outside the circle. Michael. He looked like he was thinking too much about how to join in, which of course only made it harder.

"They won't bite, you know," she said lightly, turning her smile on him. "Come on and say hello."

With a gentle beckon, she tugged him forward, leading the way toward the cluster of stargazers. The night above seemed to open wider as they stepped into it together.




Acier Moonbound Michael Angellus Vera Noble Aether Verd ((anybody I missed???)

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"You broke out all the stops for this. I'm surprised the amount of money that seems to have been put into this." There was a teasing edge to his voice as he took up his glass, idly sipping from it. A black tie event wasn't something he expected from a Rebellion, but it wasn't something he disliked either. He raised a brow though, watching his wife before he chuckled.

Then leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"You'll have me tonight as you always do. But we both know you want to show me off, mm?"

Valery Noble