Faction [THP] Among Rebels and Stars

[Torin Emberlain]

Tag: Katherine Holt

Torin had not thought he would ever belong to something like this. For years he had lingered at the edges of the galaxy's troubles, offering help where he could but never swearing himself to any one banner. Yet here he was, now formally among the Hidden Path. Not for politics, nor for grandeur, but because their cause was worthy, and because wherever Katherine went, he would follow. That truth had settled into him as naturally as breath, and he had committed himself to it. And when the invitation came to attend the rebellion's upcoming dance, he was awash with all manner of emotion, but could of course never refuse.

He had never felt entirely at ease in finery. The collar sat differently than his usual homespun tunics, the fabric softer, more deliberate in its cut. And yet, as Katherine's hand looped through his arm and the light of the hall spilled across them, he thought he could almost grow used to it. Not because of the suit itself, but because of her smile beside him.

When she spoke, his breath caught just slightly. He glanced down at her, silver-grey eyes tracing the way her dress caught the light. For a heartbeat too long, he forgot the music, the people, even the press of so many bodies in one place.

"You leave me little chance to regard my own suit," he admitted at last, his voice low, touched with warmth. A sheepish smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Every time I look at you… it is difficult to look anywhere else."

He cleared his throat, as if to shake off the weight of his own honesty, and shifted his shoulders in a way that almost looked shy. Still, his arm tightened ever so slightly where hers rested.

His gaze swept the expanse of the ballroom then, all open light and soft music, the floor alive with moving figures. The druid tilted his head toward it, a hint of mischief glimmering behind his otherwise steady eyes.

"Though if we are to be dressed this well," he murmured, leaning just slightly closer. "I think we ought to dance at least once. I must admit, though. This is, ah, quite new to me." He smiled again, sheepish but in that usual warm and easy way he so often did.

 

[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.

It’s funny. I was in the middle of connecting the dots in the sky on a constellation when a kid… heh it’s weird me saying that… when a kid walked up to me. I remember her. She was there on Kalabash, or Kalamazoo… or whatever the name of that planet was. We were in that pit. It was weird, but I hope things worked out for everyone.

I thought she was part of the Republic? Doesn’t matter.

Funny that the little girl is pushing me to be a … wait a big dreadhead is here too. Isn’t that the current Manda’lor? Doesn’t make a difference. Right now BRED would be complaining how I wasn’t talking to anyone.

Alright, alright. You convinced me.

– Michael A.
Getting manhandled by kids again.

TAG: Acier Moonbound | Aether Verd | Pari Sylune | Vera Noble

This is where he is speaking

 

[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]

While he was not one for this sort of thing, Connel was glad he was here, and Buster was of course happy to be anywhere…

As he looked around, and nodded to several people, Connel was waiting for his Moth…date to come back from making her rounds. She was happier to be here than originally thought, that is a good thing though. They could live their life and still be themselves.

Yes, that made sense…

Besides, it was fun to stare off those who were wondering what a dog was doing here. A lot of those in attendance knew Buster, and Connel wasn’t going to leave him alone.

Speaking of Buster, he seemed interested in someone that was on the other side of the floor. Connel could tell because of the happy whine and looking up between him and her. The pup was too well behaved to run off, he was waiting for permission. He didn’t need to as she was coming to him.

She was… wow…

Wow…

Snap out of it… last one you were interested in flaked on you…

She was more interested in Buster anyway. Totally cool. It made him smile.

Dang, Buster… I guess I make a good wingman for you, huh?

TAGS • ARE • WIDE • OPEN • TO • ALL • Katarine Ryiah​

 

[Amelia Zin]

Tag: Alana Calloway

Amelia hated these kinds of gatherings, with a passion. Too polished. Too perfect. Too many smiling faces pretending they hadn't all lost something. But when a couple of her crew had insisted on coming — a chance to mingle, to breathe, to not look like outlaws for five minutes — she finally caved. And maybe, just maybe, she told herself, it was a good time to finally put a foot in with the Hidden Path. If nothing else, she could at least say she tried.

Her shoes clicked softly against the marble as she stepped through the doors, shoulders drawn back despite the reluctance weighing in her chest. Life had been such a mess for months now, a storm without direction, her compass shattered. She'd been at a loss for what to do, ever since…

Amelia shoved the thought down hard. Not here. Not now.

The ballroom was beautiful. Romantic in that sweeping, idealised way that made her jaw tighten. Lights overhead dripped starlight, laughter and soft music drifting like perfume through the air. She felt like a stain on an otherwise perfect painting.

For the briefest moment, her gaze caught on Valery Noble across the room, the famed Jedi Master herself she had had encounters with before. Amelia's lips tugged into an awkward smile, a half-hearted acknowledgment that yes, she was in fact here.

Before the awkwardness could linger, she moved. Straight to the nearest table, where she snatched a glass of something golden and strong. She downed it in one go, hissed under her breath as it burned, and set the empty back down with a sharp clink. Then she grabbed another.

Glass in hand, Amelia drifted through the glittering crowd without aim, green eyes scanning but not really seeing. Her sigh slipped quiet through her teeth, half-lost in the music. All she wanted was to feel a little less out of place, but the warmth in her chest simply... refused to come.

 

[Jane]

Outfit: Formal Dress
Tag: OPEN!

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Despite discovering that the young girl disliked crowded places, she found herself in her dorm room, cutting out new petals from another white curtain and stitching them to her handmade dress. The first version was fine, but not fancy enough. Not when everyone else was undoubtedly sparkling like pearls and diamonds. It wasn't that she cared about being under-dressed; it just seemed normal to dress up. And if it was the normal thing to do, then she'd do the same.

Plus, she'd grown fond of sewing.

And so, dressed in an upgraded version of her white floral dress and a few flowers attached to her hairband, the doll-like girl found herself at the edge of the dancing floor. Her hand brushed idly over a strand of her snow-white wig as her large black cybernetic eyes scanned the dancers.

Lestra Thairk , who she now considered a friend, was dancing in the middle with the brightest smile. His dance moves reminded her of animals, particularly the fish-swimming-in-the-air one. Couples were gliding across the floor around him, passion and love as clear as day in their eyes, and their song in the Force was one of warm melody. Gavin Restur was also in the distance; she couldn't see him clearly in the crowd, but his hat was easy to spot.

All the while, the music in the air was enticing. It invited Jane in and ignited her muscles with sensations she'd never felt before. A desire to be on the floor and move her body to the music. And yet, Jane stood motionless at the edge, her gaze fixed on the dense crowd on the dancefloor. She wasn't as tall as them, or as old, whatever her age was. She did not smile like the others on the floor. None of that mattered before; it never stopped her from taking on missions far beyond her skill set or hosting a potluck with strangers. So, why did it matter now? Jane idly fiddled with her scarred little fingers, held back by insecurities she couldn't understand.

 

[Lestra Thairk]

Tags: Jane
Outfit

Dance! Dance! Dance! That was all that was going on for Lestra as he continued to wave his arms back and forth. He wasn't going to win any kind of dancing awards but that wasn't going to stop his vibes as he moved along the Dance Floor, carrying on with his little fingerguns. Even trying to beckon people onto the dance floor but curling his fingers to try and get some more of the "shy" folk onto the dance floor. He was seeing some familiar faces every now and then, before he froze for a moment mid shake of his leg and wave of his hand, frowning at the sight of Jane by herself, looking well...Lestra always struggled to tell what kind of expression Jane had! But she wasn't dancing! So that wasn't good in his eyes! It was times like this that kids like Jane and himself should be letting themselves loose!

And so Lestra made his way on over, walking normally this time as opposed to dancing around like the grooviest headless chicken in the room. He headed over towards Jane, before crouching himself down, resting his elbows against his legs as Lestra tried to get down onto Jane's level, tilting his head afterwards in confusion.

"Hey. Nice dress Jane. You make it yourself?"

With that, a bright toothy grin emerged from Lestra. More often than not, you'd find Lestra on two sides of his energy spectrum. Either completely laidback and not bothered about stuff, or energetically running around the place as if there wasn't going to be a tomorrow. But this was the rare third side. He still had energy, but he was being more relaxed. More mellow than usual.

"You doing alright? What are you just standin' around for? It's time for dancin'. Don't worry 'bout anyone else here."

Lestra gave a dismissive wave of his hand towards the rest of the dancers, keeping the grin on his face before he stood up straight, brushing his suit down a little bit before looking back at Jane.

" 'Nless you wanna dance here? It's your lucky day anyway. You're stuck with me."

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Gown
Tag: Tigris Aphra

The weeks had blurred together into a storm of duties. Setting the foundations of Snowpeak Sanctuary, lending aid on missions that stretched across the stars, and taking her first steps as a teacher with Jane . Tigris too had been swept up in her own trials, running missions while drawing closer to the end of her Padawan path. It had been busy, relentless, and at times overwhelming.

And yet tonight was different. Tonight, they had the chance to breathe.

Arm in arm, Eve entered the ballroom with her hand resting lightly against her fiancé's arm, drawing close to her side. She wore a dress of silver and black, her hair gathered and made up with care. The lights of the hall reflected softly off the fabric, catching silver highlights with every graceful step.

As her gaze swept across the gathered faces, her lips curved into a gentle smile. So many she recognised, so many who had become more than comrades. They were family, bound not only by struggle but by choice. Even with the shadow of war never far away, here within the walls of the Path there was warmth, belonging, and hope.

She gave Tigris' arm a small, almost secretive squeeze, leaning her head gently against her shoulder as she whispered to her.

"Do you remember the first time we went to something like this?" Her voice carried the softness of a memory, of that fateful Naboo ball, of nervous glances and the courage of a kiss that had changed everything. Her eye shimmered with warmth, her chest rising with a quiet sigh at the memory.

For a heartbeat she lingered in it, then drew herself back to the present, a playful light touching her voice as she straightened and tugged gently at Tigris' arm.

"Come on," she said, silver eye bright. "Let's see if our dance moves have improved since then?"

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Wearing: Dress
Tags: Connel Vanagor


The little dog was practically vibrating with wiggles, tail wagging so hard it was a wonder he didn't topple over. His eager whine made it impossible to resist, and she couldn't bring herself to leave him hanging. With a soft laugh, she stepped closer.

Her deep green eyes flicked to his owner, relieved to see he didn't look the least bit bothered by her approach. That was good, she didn't want to be the kind of person who constantly got on his nerves. He was handsome, after all. For a fleeting moment she wondered who was the real wingman here, the dog, or the man himself. The thought tugged a grin onto her lips.

"Well, aren't you a cutie?" she said, smiling down at the little dog and then up at his owner.

 

[Alana Calloway]

Tags: Amelia Zin
Gear: In Bio

Alana wasn’t a fan of these sorts of affairs. When she was younger, she used to tag along with some smuck that thought she was cute. Of course, those days were long behind her, and now she was having to be ‘respectable’, which….she was still trying to get used to.

She kept to the outskirts of the gathering, the exposed arms and neck of her dress showed off the sea of tattoos she sported; which probably outed her as a woman with a storied past.

Which was true.

She mused and looked about, trying to look unapproachable simply for the fact of how uncomfortable she felt at this moment. She often wondered at how nice it would be to be at an event with these people.

She danced with a woman at the last event she went to, or was basically forced to…she wondered what happened to Tamsin Graves after everything.

She couldn’t imagine it well, but that path led to a wall of memories that she didn’t want to dwell on.

Not here.

Not now.

 

[Vaegon Dolmyrian]

OBJECTIVE 1: OPEN

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The hangar was unrecognizable. Cargo crates and old starfighters had been cleared, replaced by a makeshift bar and dance floor. Vaegon approached the counter without urgency, his dark outer robe trailing behind him on the floor. His saber hung from his belt like a cold reminder. When the droid behind the bar asked what he wanted, he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he let his eyes drift to the drink menu, handwritten in flaking marker. "A nice ten-year whiskey," he finally said, voice even, low. "Neat."

The droid clattered away. Vaegon rested his hands on the edge of the bar and exhaled slowly. Every moment of stillness carved more space for memory. And memory, now, was filled with ghosts.

The war was lost, so was Coruscant and the Core. And there they were dancing. Perhaps they need a reprieve from the coming tide of darkness. But the thought that many suffered under the yoke of the new Galactic Empire did not sit well with him.

The glass touched his hand with a soft clink. He didn't drink yet. Just stared into the dark amber of the aged whiskey. He raised the glass finally, not in toast, but in silence, and drank. The liquid burned down his throat. The taste reminded him only of those who fell in droves on Coruscant.

He did not flinch. Did not grimace. He simply lowered the glass, eyes lingering on the surface. A reflection stared back, a man who lost his home, but not quite an exile, yet unwilling to fade. Behind his reflection: the hangar lights, the makeshift dance floor, the illusion of peace. A fragile shell of warmth against a storm that had already swallowed the galaxy whole.

In the silence of the drink, he thought not of victory, but of duty. A colder thing. A lonelier thing.

He set the empty glass down. And stayed.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

O D E S S E N
TAKE THE FLOOR​

— Dance with me!
— I wouldn't know how...
— It's the thought that counts, silly!

It's the thought that counts.

It had been a long time since the High King of Midvinter attended a party of any kind, his son's wedding being one noticeable exception. He would intentionally drown himself with so much work he'd have no time for levity, or even time to stop and feel. It was too much, still. Always would be. Other party-goers didn't deserve his doom and gloom, and outright refusal to feel happiness again.

His attendance at all was a huge step for him.

Thurion loomed in the corner, ever the tallest person in the room and wishing he could shrink down to the size of an ant. He'd never felt so exposed; alone in a crowd of people, mostly strangers. And yet, he felt true delight seeing the joy on everyone's faces. Living for others was all he had left; happiness for others the only happiness he had left.

So it was when he observed the Nobles take to the floor, wowing everyone with good looks and glamour. To see them in such high spirits given all they'd been put through, knowing they still had each other and could always fall back on each other, shoulder each other's burdens and support each other... It was equal parts inspiring, heartwarming, and utterly devastating to behold.

He stood there, waiting to feel that familiar tug on his arm, asking him to dance, knowing it would never come again. He'd already seen her face among the crowd a dozen times, gone in the blink of an eye.

And still, he remained. Statuesque, uncomfortable, awkward. Trying to hold it together, for all of them.

It's the thought that counts.

OPEN​

 

[Amelia Zin]

Tag: Alana Calloway

"Am."

The voice came from behind her, low, careful, carrying that Sullustan softness that only Duny could manage. Amelia turned, already knowing who it was. Sure enough, there he was with Rose at his side, the medic's calm eyes flicking over her like she was checking for wounds. She forced a little smile, lifting her glass as if that explained everything.

"I'm fine," she lied smoothly. "Go on, the both of you. Have a good time. That's what we're here for."

Rose hesitated, but Duny gave her a little nudge. The two drifted back into the crowd, leaving Amelia alone again. She tossed back the rest of her drink and winced hard enough to make her eye twitch

"Sparkling piss," she muttered under her breath, setting the empty aside and turning on her heel toward the bar. If she was going to survive a night like this, she needed something meaner.

Her gaze slid over the crowd as she walked. Jack and Carrie were easy to spot, the pair actually looked halfway decent in formal wear, and heavens above, they were dancing. Together. Close. The way his hands rested at her waist, the way Carrie leaned into him with laughter brightening her face, it was enough to make Amelia's stomach knot. She rolled her eyes, exhaling sharply through her nose. Happy. In love. Perfect.

Her jaw clenched, and she pressed on.

At the bar, she found Al — predictably — already halfway gone. His puffed cheeks were warm with drink, the aging lines on his face a little looser than usual, and Amelia didn't need to guess that he'd pre-gamed before they even left the ship.

"Some kind of spirit," Amelia told the bartender flatly, leaning an elbow on the bar beside him.

Al turned to her, his grin fading just a little when he caught her expression.

"You alright?" he asked, surprisingly earnest for once.

Amelia let out a long breath through her nose, shaking her head as if to dismiss the question.

"It's whatever." Then, with the faintest twitch of a smile, she looked him dead in the eye. "I need to get blind drunk tonight, old man, and you're gonna help."

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Red Dress | Wedding Ring

Valery let out a soft roll of her eyes at his teasing, the smirk never quite leaving her lips. "It was not that bad," she said, swirling her wine once more before setting the glass aside. "Besides, even rebels deserve a night that feels worth remembering."

When he leaned in close, his breath brushing against her ear, her teeth caught her lower lip. She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze directly, her fiery orange eyes glowing with mischief and heat. The look lingered, passionate and unflinching, before she finally let a grin curve her lips.

"You are not wrong," she admitted, her voice lower now, playful in its honesty. "I do like showing you off. Let them look. Let them watch. Let them wonder…" Her hand brushed down the front of his suit, fingers curling briefly against his chest. "But at the end of the night, you are all mine." The smirk that followed was all fire.

She stepped back a pace, extending a hand toward him with a tilt of her head. "Alright, Love. Do you care for a dance?"

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Lily Decoria]

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

She could feel the presence of Shan approaching. It was moving a lot faster than Lily predicted that it would be. The Echani thought that Shan would just come up to say hi, seeing the dress and more importantly, the heels that she was in. However, Shan went the aggressive affectionate route and it caused Lily to stumble a few steps back. Using her flexibility and ballet training to keep upright against the tackle hug. Lily giggled softly as she gave Shan a tight hug back. Showing how much she appreciated the physical contact between them. Holding the hug for a few moments, feeling the flutter in her heart since it had been too long since she last saw him.

Tilting her head, "what am I doing here? Thought you would be more thrilled to have such a capable fighter at your side tackling the imperials." Lily stated in a teasingly disappointed tone that Shan was surprised she would be here. "At least, I thought you would be pleased to have me closer to you since it has been some time since Naboo now." There was a flirtatious wink that came after the comment.

"I came here to help out best I can. Get some more experience in before I am inevitably promoted and made to train the next generation of Jedi. Also I figured this might be where you are now and I've missed your company." Lily gave a small smile as she explained the reasoning for being here, "but, if you couldn't figure that out... Perhaps I didn't leave you with a good impression... Perhaps I should leave you be?" Raising an eyebrow with a teasing smirk on her lips as she looked over to Shan.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

To be completely honest, a gala sounded like a good idea to him at the time. It would help keep his mind off of the bad things that had been happening of late, and allow him to focus instead on the positives. Besides, it had been a long time since he'd been able to see a lot of the people he called friend, especially given that many of them had left the order to go and join the Path. It was fair to say that he was lonely without his friends, though he did, at least, have the company of his children.

Speaking of the children, they were safely tucked away aboard the royal transport with a care team and many guards, and the ship was not within easy reach of anyone. He would take no chances since people were trying to kill them still.

When he'd heard about the Gala, he made the decision to take someone with him. The only single woman he knew was Xian, and considering how nice she'd been to him when everything had happened at his wife's funeral, she seemed like a good choice in date. It might seem a little morbid to meet someone at the funeral of your late wife, but life finds ways to make things happen when it wants them too. Or, rather, the Force does. Not everyone meets people under pleasant conditions, or has a normal meet cute in a coffee shop or bar. Some people meet on the battlefield, at a funeral, in the hospital, etc.

So he had invited her to attend with him, and she'd accepted, and now here they arrived, entering into the hall where people were already dancing and enjoying themselves. He recognized some of them, but there were also many he didn't know. Not a bad thing. It meant he'd have reason to talk to people, to find out who they were.

"Would you like something to drink before we mingle?" he asked Xian.

ATTIRE: LINK | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Xian Xiao | OPEN​

 

[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]

Chrysa was purposefully taking her time, greeting everyone in the room, whether she knew them or not. She was trying to allow Connel the chance to get over himself and loosen up, and sure enough, Buster helped him do so. A cute auburn haired girl approached. He wasn’t exactly fawning over her, but it will do for now. She was going to get him to enjoy himself tonight, and this was a good start.

Of course he was his father’s son, he would not do anything if it meant she was left in a corner to herself…

… speaking of the subject. There was Thurion Heavenshield . Old friend of the family, and “family” so gracious in granting her permission to move to Midvinter, of course it was to ease the worries of her son, and… cousin? Nephew? To ease the worries of Connel and Michael. Still, she was so grateful that she walked over to keep the Lion King company. No strings, no catches, just standing there and enjoying themselves, or trying to. She would of course joke to him about how Caltin would be as uncomfortable as a Hutt in a church right now. Not to grieve, but to attempt to bring a laugh out of the monarch… and if that didn’t work? Give him a tug on the arm as if asking him to dance.

Connel, meanwhile, was getting a look from his mother that told him all he needed, or wanted, or even could stand to hear. “Go ahead!” “She’s cute!” “Enjoy yourself!” All of that from a look, and it brought one of the most genuine laughs from the man as he looked down at his best friend and up at the girl in front of him.

Now the question is… who was the “cutie” she was referring to?

Buster… I believe she’s complimenting you. What do you say?

Buster of course took this as a command, bowed, and gave a tiny “kiss” to her foot before sitting back up again, tail going a mile a minute. Connel just smirked as he finished his drink (an Alderaanian blend of iced tea). I’m Connel.

TAGS • ARE • WIDE • OPEN • TO • ALL • Katarine Ryiah • Thurion Heavenshield​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Aris Noble

Zaiya eased down onto the blanket, smoothing the edges where the soft weave met the stone of the cliffside platform with her hands, a quiet happy smile upon her face.

The air was cool and fragrant with wild blossoms drifting up from the forests below, and the tint twilight kissed everything so it painted it in dark cool tones. It wasn't the Eye of Aldhani, and no sky split open in rivers of fire and light, but the stars stretched endless above them all the same. The memory of that night still warmed her chest, a spark that lingered whenever she thought of how his hand had rested over hers as the heavens blazed.

This night felt quieter, gentler. She had packed little things to share like fruit, bread, a flask of sweet tea. It was going to be a great night, she told herself, tucking her legs beneath her as she glanced around. Other students had gathered in clusters, their laughter and low voices carrying in the open air. It made her smile.

Her skin pulsed with a faint shimmer, warm gold threaded with soft teal and rose, the colors rippling like an aurora across her stripes and spots. Tilting her head toward Aris, her voice came light and fond.

"Mmm... it's nice to see others also taking some time to relax," she said, eyes bright as she studied him, her glow softening with contentment.

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Wearing: Dress
Tags: Connel Vanagor

“Buster… I believe she's complimenting you. What do you say?”

Katarine grinned as it turned out Buster was a well behaved gentleman. She bent down and scratched his ears, laughing at how fast his tail was wagging.

“Well actually I was talking about you, but don’t worry Buster is cute too.”

She was teasing of course, but it seemed as good as way as any to start a conversation. Besides Katarine was a playful person, even if recent years had dulled that out of her.

She laughed as Buster rolled over for tummy rubs and of course she obliged.

“It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Katarine.”

She kept petting the little fluff monster for a bit then stood up properly, though at only five foot two inches it didn’t make a huge difference.

“So you are part of this Path group then?” He didn’t have the same out of place look that she had, still being on the fence about where she stood in this entire ordeal.

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Acier Moonbound Aether Verd Pari Sylune Michael Angellus

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The chirp from Tic gave Acier away, and Vera turned her head just enough to catch him settling nearby. A smirk tugged at her mouth. "So you skipped out too, huh? I can dance," she said, matter-of-fact, "Just didn't feel like it." The idea of braving the floor with all those eyes on her felt about as fun as watching her parents out there, so stargazing won by a mile.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows when another voice joined in, glancing toward the armored figure. "What's up?" she asked casually, only to blink once, twice, when it hit her who she was talking to. Mom had told her about him. Her eyes widened for a beat before narrowing into a crooked grin. "Oh. You're the Mand'alor." She tilted her head. "Guess that makes this an important hill."

Movement in the corner of her eye drew her attention down the slope, where Pari was dragging someone else along with her. Vera sat up properly now, lifting a hand in a quick wave. "Hey!" she called out, grin widening. "Come on up, the more the better."

The stars might have been quiet, but there was no chance this little patch of grass was going to stay that way for long.

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[Pari Sylune]

Objective 3 - Stargazing​

Pari was happy to join the group, and excited that Michael seemed agreeable too. She took a seat on the grass next to Vera. She of course knew the Noble girl, having seen her around. Vera was the type of older girl that a young kid like Pari looked up to. Pretty, smart, and a Jedi. Pari really wanted to be a Jedi too but she hadn’t even gotten to making a lightsaber yet. She hopped nobody asked about that. She didn’t want to seem lame in front of all these older teens and a the head of the Mandalorians!

“Hey everyone.”

She took a seat and reached into her robes, pulling out a bag of cookies she baked.

“I brought snacks.”




Acier Moonbound Vera Noble Aether Verd
Michael Angellus