Faction [THP] Among Rebels and Stars

[Calyx Sundrift]

Objective 1 - Outfit - Ines Pen-Ar-Lan
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The Hidden Path.

He’d heard whispers about them. Done his best to avoid them too. Tonight, that had gone wrong. Spectacularly.

For he made appearance at their ball.

Even the best con-artists had rules of engagement. 'Only lie to women' or 'invent a new face for every world,' and so on. Calyx lived by a simpler creed. Nothing was sacred to lie about. Nothing but promises made.

And he’d made a couple to the woman who he strolled in with, arms linked. Verse Melnau. She'd cashed one in now, having needed a plus-one. With no questions asked.

He forced a smile as they strolled into the festive but fancy hangar, his tone pitched low for her ears alone. “Quite large for a hidden base.” His gaze swept over the crowd. “And diverse members too. Mandalorians, smugglers, rebels…” He leaned closer, voice edged with disbelief. “You sure this place is hidden? I'll give it three more days. Hope you guys are planning on moving soon.”

He’d also promised not to make a scene. Professional courtesy, really. Yet his discipline already frayed the instant he'd stepped inside. The ballroom was alive with laughter, music, and bodies in motion. His eyes found swaying hips in sleek dresses and broad shoulders under straining shirts. Glinting jewels just begging to be pocketed too.

Oh, Calyx Sundrift was in his element.

The smile grew more genuine. His eyes lit like a man starving at a feast.

One thing needed to be adressed though. "Two out of three people here are Jedi.” he hissed, slightly alarmed. “Did you know? You could’ve warned me.”

They weren’t hard to spot. Wallflowers gawking like they’d rather be anywhere else, or figures so blindingly perfect they might’ve stepped out of a teenager’s awakening fantasies. There were even legendary figures among them. The likes of Valery Noble . Thurion Heavenshield . Even some he’d crossed paths with. Jedi he knew. Jedi who might know him.

Three years gone and a change of name- was it enough? If not, he’d be playing the role of his life tonight.

He dragged his gaze back to Verse, forcing levity into the smirk. “So what’s our game plan? Drinks first, an opening dance, greet the organizers, then split?” A sly gleam entered his eyes. “’Cause I could make quite the evening out of this.” He didn’t need to say with who. The mental list was already forming.

“Or-” he tipped his head at her, suddenly the picture of devotion. “I can stick by your side all night if you'd prefer that. Might even be safer.”

 

[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]

Now she was giving him a strange look. Okay it wasn’t strange but it was like when healers would take care of him after an operation. Was she showing concern? A kinship? Or did she just have gas?

Really? Don’t be gross!

Hey! Women have gas too! They just don’t admit it! Then when you catch’em, they get mad at you, like it’s your fault… anyway back to the topic. She looked like she seemed to “get it until he asked her about whether or not she was interested in being a part.

If she was not interested, why was she here?

That wasn’t mistrust, or a complaint, it was just curious as to how she found out about them. Were they that open? True, Manda’lor found them, but what about that? This wasn’t the time for thinking about any of that. Security could be addressed tomorrow, tonight was about relaxing and enjoying the company of others.

I think we all want to make a difference... He heard the glass break and looked the way of the source. Except maybe over there… it’s just a matter of finding a way of doing so.

Then when another redhead walked up their way being accompanied by a regal looking gentleman who knelt down to say “Hiiii” to Buster. Wait, did he know the individual? Buster did, he usually waits for permission unless it’s someone he knows.

Oh! It’s Valoren.

Highness… thank you… Yes, he did miss the wake, but it’s not like he wanted to spend the day playing Dejarik instead. He has a kingdom to take care of, and two small children. Also, he did recognize that immediately. He was a good man, and was not one of those to whom Connel had thought all too much about in regards to “missing the wake”, ones whom his father knew longer than he had been alive… ones to whom he cared about, considered “family”, ones Connel grew up considering “family”. There were more than one, to be sure, but…

… no… not worth thinking about… not now.

This is… She beat him to it. Okay…

~”My condolences to you as well.”~

He had never met the Queen of Lazerian IV, but had heard the news, and deduced that this woman, lovely to be sure, being his “date” was not her and did not want to speak out of turn, so he spoke directly to the monarch through the Force.

Enoying yourselves? Suddenly the band’s tune changed to something a little more “upbeat” and Buster started to hop around. He was of course playing with a chip that had fallen on the ground, but still… Connel just smirked. This was all coincidental of course, but it was just funny to experience.

You trying to tell us something buddy?

TAGS • ARE • WIDE • OPEN • Caelan Valoren • Xian Xiao • Katarine Ryiah • Thurion Heavenshield​

 

[Shan]

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

"No! No! It's okay! You don't need to leave me be! I-...Oh. You're...teasing..."

Shan blinked as he came to the sudden realisation, rubbing the back of his neck. A little awkward grin spreading across his face as he did everything he could to not look at Lily. Maybe he had gotten...far too eager now that he thought about things. Letting his eyes trail around the Jungle instead as he tried to think of his words.

"I mean...I am pleased to have you closer. You're a good fighter...I mean, I'm not just pleased because of that..."

The idea of Lily being promoted eventually and teaching the next generation of Jedi...It was something that Shan thought would suit her. As much as Shan had enjoyed teaching, he had always thought he was far too much of a soft teacher. The Mirialan fiddled with his hands, as if trying to decide what to do with them.

"I'm not...really doing any fighting anymore. Some people might call it cowardice...but I'm not a Jedi suited for war. For battle. I just can't do it. So...I've hung up my lightsaber."

He left out the "again" part from that sentence. It had been the second time he had done it, but whereas the first time he had run away to study to be a doctor, this time Shan was still here. Just...being a Doctor, as opposed to a Jedi.

"I'm playing to my strengths. What I can do. The Galaxy has plenty of Jedi...suited for battling. For defending against the Darkness...but sometimes I feel like it doesn't have enough Doctors. Just...Doctors"

 

[Xian Xiao]

"You might be right with that. No such thing as normal anymore."

The thoughts that went on behind his eyes weren't meant for Xian, and she didn't ask what they were. If Caelan wanted her to know, he would tell her. Someday, she hoped to get past some of these small pleasantries and get to a man who might still be holding her at arm's length. Not that she didn't understand why. He was still recovering from the loss of his wife, and at the moment, she had no place in his heart. Time heals, though, and she had seen glimpses of that happening.

She accepted the drink when he handed it to her. Feeling his hand slide into hers, she almost gasped but kept control of her reaction. Giving him a gentle squeeze, she allowed him to guide her to a person he knew. A name was provided, and Xian nodded as he introduced her.

"Pleased to meet you, Connel."

Maybe if she had remained with the Jedi, she would have known who his father was. She could still express her sympathy. However, it was clear Caelan knew both of them and took care of it.

"Pleased to meet you as well, Katarine."

Her breath caught in her throat again as it once again struck her that her companion was a king.

"I am. Thank you for asking. Yourself?"

Keeping it simple, she wouldn't say much more. For now, at least.

Caelan Valoren Connel Vanagor Katarine Ryiah

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil just chuckled as he reached out to take her hand. The heat of her gaze, the touch of her palm in his, there was no doubt that he was all hers and only hers. "Of course I'll dance with you. I like showing you off in turn you know." He pulled her along right to the dancefloor then, flashing a brief smirk as he stepped past her. Pulled her right into his arms once he found a spot to start to move to the music.

He lead, naturally. Nothing too crazy, but he pulled her along with a warm smile and joy in his eyes. She was right, even Rebels deserved a night like this.

Valery Noble

 

[Aris Noble]

There was no night sky that would be as bright as the Eye, and yet it wasn't like he'd end up watching the sky anyway. There was something far brighter for her to admire. An all of three second internal debate rushed through his mind before he settled down atop the blanket Zaiya had brought and rather casually just laid his head on her lap. The reasoning was solid, he could watch her colors under the guise of watching the night sky.

Win for him, right?

"It's been feeling very go go go since the first meeting, but I'm not too surprised about that. Rebellions are all about movement. How have you been holding up? Training going alright for you?"

Zaiya Ceti

 

[Ines Pen-Ar-Lan]

Among Rebels and Stars
Calyx Sundrift
Objective I - Take the Floor!​

Dear Diary

I don't know if this is a good move. I've been helping the Rebels far too much - sure, it improves my cover but at what point does this mission just become a detriment to the Empire? If my supervisor was more involved I'd feel much better - but contact with home base has been iffy at best. Still haven't managed to send them my datapackets.

I managed to convince Calyx to come along to this ball. Verse is probably good at those so I've got a bit of reading to do and videos to watch. It shouldn't be all too hard, right? I just hope it won't be like in that highschool drama from Thyferra. If people are gonna be that mean here, I'm not quite sure what to do. Hopefully, it'll be more similar to the Hutt Palace parties or the Coruscant charity galas.

Anyways, Calyx! Verse wants him to join the Path. Having someone like him around would be great, wouldn't it? He's chaotic, unpredictable and capable. I think he'd be a valuable asset to anyone he decided to work with - but also someone who could draw a bit of attention. That's always valuable.

So, let's see if we can't give him a night to remember.

For now, I've got some reading to do and videos to watch. Ciao!

The stalls were all empty - Agent Pen-Ar-Lan was the only one there. She had just washed her hands and was drying them off with a paper towel. Carefully, her gaze rose from her hands, up onto the mirror. Nervous blue eyes looked back at her. She quickly steeled herself with a shake of the head and let out a frustrated breath. This was not supposed to be a challenge for her whatsoever.

With the paper tossed and bag once more hanging by her arm, Verse exited the lavatory. Her eyes shone up and a bright smile formed on her lips when she saw Calyx "Thank you for waiting for me." Her gaze ventured up to him to see if he was ready as she hooked her arm around his and leaned in. The insecurity which had plagued her moments earlier were buried deep underneath a cheerful and confident mask.

The white dress was a simple one - it had few decorative flairs and carried no designer logos. Instead, it was a mass produced piece she had picked up for herself on Niamos. Now she had two dresses - neither Ines nor verse had the credits to spend on a large wardrobe of fancy ball gowns. The pink band around her waist, she had added herself. While it may not have been peak fashion, it did add a little bit of colour. While the girl was unlikely to outshine anyone, she looked happy enough walking into the hangar-turned-ballroom by Calyx's side.

A lighthearted chuckle left her as he mentioned the size and vulnerability of the rebel base. Her head shook softly as she turned and pulled herself up closer to his ear. "If you ask nicely, maybe they'll enlist you for a security consult." She did not seem to whisper with the same secrecy as he did - instead, she spoke with a low tone and playful eyes. The two kept strolling - her eyes swept across the room just like his did - the two of them were similar in more ways than one. She continued teasing "Are they diverse enough for you? Spotted anyone with a few extra limbs yet?"

The two kept moving deeper into the chambers. Impressions filled Verse's senses. Music, hushed conversations, blissful couples and amicable interactions between friends. Her lips carried a soft smile as they strolled. The alarmed hiss was taken in stride. An amused gaze sailed up to meet him. Playfully innocent brows rose "Whooops. My bad." She studied him for a few brief moments before she stopped to properly draw his attention. She brought her free hand up to hold the arm she was wrapped around. "Cal, you'll be fine." Her sweet voice was accompanied by a small squeeze by his arm.

After a few more moments of strolling, the duo stopped, right ahead of the dance floor. The girl's head turned away from him at a fast pace as he offered to stick by her side - Verse was hidding blushing cheeks and what bordered on a somewhat subtle giggle. Her head shook "No, Cal - you won't be stuck with me the entire evening." Grabbing a drink and saying hello to the host was obvious but she smiled upon thinking of the last part. Looking back up to him with a warm gaze, she spoke an eager tone "But I'd love a first dance."

First things first. With a light tug by his arm, she ushered him in the direction of who she perceived as the host: Valery Noble . A smirk formed on the girl's lips as they slowly moved closer to the woman "You can still chicken out. If you look up 'jedi' on the web, that's the face you'll see first." She made a subtle nod to the gentleman on their right, Thexann Pehnataur . "I think he's part of the council. Might be more up your alley." The smirk grew wider as memories of what type of person Calyx had been looking for back on Niamos came to mind. Regardless, Verse pulled herself close and leaned her head against Calyx's bicep. The choice on who to approach was his.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

The woman that Connel was speaking with introduced herself before he could. Caelan smiled at that. Clearly the man was caught off guard. Not that he blamed him. Katarine was a lovely enough woman.

"Pleasure to meet you, Katarine," he said in return.

Thank you for the thoughts, Connel, he sent mentally to the man. If you need anyone to talk to about the loss of your father, I know all too well that pain.

He wouldn't air any of that our further here as this was supposed to be a party, not a psychologist session. Caelan, notably, did not release the hand of Xian's that he held whilst they stood there speaking with the duo. He didn't see any reason to, and honestly, it just felt normal to hold a womans hand in such a manner. Something that carried over with his time from Anavi. This time, though, it was a bit different.

"I believe we are having a good time, yes. How about yourselves?"

Buster bumped his leg as he chased the chip, but Caelan just grinned and reached to fluff the pups head as he bounded on. Dogs will be dogs. Looking back to the other two, he smiled.

"I don't want to intrude on your date, I just wanted to make sure I spoke with Connel briefly. We can leave you be. I owe Xian a few dances, anyway."

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

TAGS: Xian Xiao | Katarine Ryiah | Connel Vanagor​

 

[Jane]

Tag: Lestra Thairk l OPEN

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Lestra's voice reached her ears, mentioning how her nerves showed she was alive, before gesturing to the crowd to explain how everyone around her felt the same way, even if they didn't appear to. Because, despite their nerves, they decided to let go and enjoy the moment, smiling carefree because there was no war, only the dance. The doll-like girl clung to every word he said, the impact greater than he could have imagined.

Their journey across the dance floor was followed by her question, which led to Lestra explaining how he just... moved. Not exactly useful. How was she supposed to let loose if she didn't know how?

Then, like a brick in the ocean, the boy with blue hair sank to the floor before throwing his legs up in the air in a move she'd never seen. Even before her amnesia, she was certain she'd never seen this. And for the first time in her memory, the girl was too stunned to speak. All she could do was stare in complete awe and even shock at Lestra balancing on his left hand before shifting to the others, as energetic as the most powerful thunderstorm.

After witnessing it in silence, the corners of her metallic lips fluttered up for a split second, as if she was about to smile, but it never quite reached.

"I see. I will try." Jane's attention returned to the music, which she could hear all around her, both in the air and in the Force itself. It washed over her, settling deep into her muscles and tingling her senses. And all she had to do was let go, just like he did. Just surrender her body to the music.

To be alive.

Jane closed her eyes and slowly began to move her hands in time with the melody all around her. Her fingers danced through the air, carefully and timidly. She gradually added her arms to the movement as a few more seconds went by, allowing it to flow in front of her body. Bit by bit, she dared to loosen her muscles further down her body, until the short girl was swaying in place. Each sway increased in speed, with the graceful waves of her hands becoming faster and more frantic.

As the music continued to flow through her movements, guiding her muscles without a single thought, her body grew more and more chaotic until she was throwing her entire body around, flailing her arms while jumping up and down, snow white strands of hair flying through the air. The galaxy around her vanished for a moment, and one feeling rose to the surface: she'd done this before.

 

[Lestra Thairk]

Tags: Jane
Outfit

See. There was one big issue when you were energetic. Even when you were like a living storm embodiment, radiating energy. You ran out eventually. And so Lestra ended up falling flat on his back midway throug one of his moves, starting straight up at the sky as he panted for breath. A grin still plastered across his face. He might not have the energy to move in this moment, but that was never going to stop him from grinning like an idiot. And from the floor, he just waited Jane's dance, flicking his thumbs up to tell her she was doing a great job.

There was no way he'd judge her dancing. He wouldn't judge anyone's dancing. This was a time to get away from judgement. To be who you wanted to be. He had no clue about Jane's amnesia. The fact that she couldn't remember certain things. If he had known that, well it would have made sense that she had asked how to dance. But at the end of the day, he wouldn't have cared either. Lestra would have given the exact same answer as he had previously. Because Lestra relied on instincts. He didn't think ahead, he didn't use logic. Lestra did what he thought was right. And right now, what was right was inspiring Jane to be happy. And it seemed like it nearly worked, with a small flicker of what seemed to resemble a smile on Jane's face before Lestra had noticed it fade away. Drats, not good enough.

"You don't need to try Jane. There is no wrong answer when it comes to dancing. You've got this."

He pushed himself up to his feet, brushing dirt and grime off his suit with that grin not fading for a moment. He was exhausted, he was tired, his back hurt but Lestra was having fun. Enough fun that was Lestra wasn't thinking about his own worries. He was nervous himself, as unbelievable as that might be. He felt like he wasn't learning anything. That he wasn't progressing. But as long as he was helping people out like he was helping Jane, Lestra knew he was doing a good job. He was what someone needed.

And so he also decided it was his job to act as "special effects" for Jane's dance, as Lestra flicked his hand carefully to send breezes of wind past Jane. Manipulating the Force to push the air past and just let the girl enjoy herself.

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Tags: Connel Vanagor Caelan Valoren Xian Xiao

Katarine nodded at both Xian and Caelan. It was interesting to see so many people supporting this organization. She had been brought here after an imperial ambush on Lothal. Acier Moonbound was actually the one to bring her, and at first she was a little reluctant. Katarine had gotten used to fending for herself since her return to the galaxy. Now surrounded by people she felt a bit off. Her deep green eyes glanced around, landing almost longingly at the door. She hadn’t expected the sight of happy couples to turn her stomach as it was, but seeing Caelan holding Xians hand was stirring up memories of her husband abandoning her. If only the centuries in stasis had been time served awake then her grief might be finished. As it was, she was still working through the past.

She pushed a few strands of her two toned hair behind her ear nervously. She didn’t want to be rude, and she did want to meet others here, but she was feeling far more emotional than any Jedi had the right to feel.

“I hope you both enjoy the evening.”

She glanced down at Buster who seemed to have found a bottle cap to play with. The little puppy was a relief in this setting and she felt her shoulders relax slightly as she knelt down to pet him again.

“I think Connel needs to buy you some more chew toys huh?”

She was teasing of course. Playful dogs like Buster could play with anything, even air if they wanted.

“How old is Buster? He’s got such energy.”

 

[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]

Nodding to the women as she spoke, he did not really know what to say at the moment, of course, as if on cue, he caught the eye of Chrysa who was waving her hands as if to say “Go ahead!” He just smirked, shook his head, and sighed quietly. He then turned his attention back to the conversation, trying to focus despite the playful encouragement from Chrysa. Deciding it was best to address the matter directly, he cleared his throat and began to speak, hoping his words would convey the right tone. Especially since Caelan and Xian were leaving. Thanks for stopping by.

Buster of course was being Buster. Oh, he never can have enough treats or toys, if you ask him. He allowed himself to smirk as he could see his mother, again out of the corner of his eye making “dance” gestures.

He just let out an exasperated laugh, and before Katarine could ask, Connel politely pointed towards Chrysa. Don’t mind her. Of course, Chrysa was far too experienced in subterfuge that the moment her cover was blown she was looking in a different direction, and one could only wonder how she did this so fast.

... anyway… I know we’ve only just met… but… it is a dance floor. Would you care to dance?

TAGS • ARE • WIDE • OPEN • Caelan Valoren • Xian Xiao • Katarine Ryiah • Thurion Heavenshield​

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Red Dress | Wedding Ring

Valery arched a brow at his words, the smirk tugging back at her lips. "Do you now?" she teased, "We're making them far too jealous like this, love," she added, her voice soft but carrying that playful edge as she slipped her hand into his to begin their dance. The warmth of his grip steadied her as he guided her onto the floor, and when he drew her into his arms, she let herself sink into the rhythm without resistance.

She followed his lead with ease, her movements light and as elegant as they always were, her smile lingering as her gaze remained fixed on him. For once, she didn't fill the silence with words or more of her playful quips. She simply looked at him, letting the music and the closeness speak where she chose not to. Her fingers brushed lightly against his shoulder as they moved, each step reminding her of the comfort of having him right there.

In her arms, where she needed him most.

After a long moment, her lips curved into a more fragile smile. She lifted her eyes to his, the glow of her orange gaze softer now. "I missed this," she admitted while she looked him in the eyes.

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Calyx Sundrift]

Objective 1 - Outfit - Ines Pen-Ar-Lan - Thexann Pehnataur
​

“Enlist?” Calyx laughed in disbelief. “Oh no, I’m not brave enough for military service. Besides-” his eyes swept the ballroom, dismissive yet amused, “I’d already call all this a lost cause.” Whether he meant the base itself or the Hidden Path entirely, he left up for interpretation. To him, the organization looked destined for the same pitfalls that had strangled the Galactic Alliance. And tonight? The perfect example. They were dancing on a backwater world while the galaxy burned.

Apathy at its finest.

Not that he minded. Not while the music played and the wine poured.

He flicked a sideways glance at Verse. Talking to her was almost like talking to the sister he never had. Nor wanted. But she was in his life now - no way around it.

“There’s a couple prospects, sure. Could really make my evening if I play my cards right.” With a subtle nudge, he drew her eye to a beastly but feminine Mandalorian ( Domina Prime ). “Her, for instance. Don’t see that kind of extraordinary every day.” Already, he was filing away the thought of stealing a dance from her later. “Him too,” he added, chin tipping toward another figure ( Vaegon Dolmyrian ) across the floor.

When Verse teased about the Jedi, Calyx said nothing. Her eyes told him she already knew. What more could he say? The Jedi were the last people in the galaxy he wanted to meet. And yet here they were, wallflowers and golden gods alike.

She tried to reassure him. Oddly, it helped. A little.

“Thanks,” he murmured, though concern still edged his tone. “But we won’t know until the end of the evening.”

As the hangar swelled with music and motion, he posed the question of whether they’d stick together. Her embarrassed reaction said enough. His brows rose, a smirk tugging at his mouth. They’d split later. But a first dance? That was indeed appreciated.

“Oh, you’re asking me who we’re meeting?” He widened his eyes, feigning surprise as she tugged him forward by the hand. “That’s a tough one.” He made a show of pondering, then cut straight to the point. “On one hand, we’ve got the power couple. The woman who looks like she could eat my liver raw, and the gentleman who could bash my teeth in with just a glance.” He chuckled. “On the other, a rich, venerable banker who might fund my next trip to Niamos.” His gaze slid back to Verse, amused. “Yeah. We’re picking the latter.”

Calyx smoothed his blazer and strode forward, hand outstretched with practiced charm. “Mr. Pehnataur!” His grin was warm and effortless. “Calyx Sundrift.” He gestured lightly to the woman beside him. “My date, Verse Melnau.” He paused just long enough for Verse to offer her greetings and chip in a few words. “A pleasure to finally meet you! I’ve heard you’re on the council here. And what a wonderful party The Path has managed tonight.”

 

[Katherine Holt]

Objective 1
Dress
Tags: Torin Emberlain​

The redhead had a witty retort at the tip of her tongue, only for it to disappear in the wake of Torin’s comment. Katherine could feel her cheeks burn red a little, but the smile on her face didn’t falter in the slightest.

“Oh hush you,” she replied, playfully swatting his arm with her free hand.

It wasn’t as though this was the first time she had attended something like this with others. But being here with Torin? It was different. For one, there was that ever present fluttering feeling within her chest. Part of Katherine brushed it off as simple excitement, but she knew better. She was happy, despite everything that had been going on lately. Having Torin with her brightened everything.

“Well for someone who prefers the druidic look, you certainly suit this.” Katherine said, eyes twinkling with mischief, and the corner of her lips slipped into a small smirk, in response to the absolutely awful pun.

But she did take a moment to look at Torin, her eyes lingering across his towering form. She could tell that he was somewhat uncomfortable. The collar and bowtie most especially, but Katherine could only imagine it felt overall a bit ‘confining’.

Especially those arms…

Before Katherine’s mind could wander any further, she opted to see who else had arrived already. There were numerous familiar faces, both Valery and Kahlil were unmistakable, having already taken to the dance floor. But then Katherine caught sight of Thurion, the towering king standing off in a corner watching as everyone danced. He was someone Katherine hadn’t had the chance to speak with, but knew of him through his reputation.

And given everything that had happened on Coruscant, it was good to see him in attendance.

“In that, we are in agreement. It would be a waste to not dance immediately.” Katherine replied. “We’ve already got some attention, might as well give them a show.” Between their heights, and her wings; it was always a fact they got noticed amongst crowds of people.

“And I know Torin, it’s why you doing this means so much to me.” With another comforting squeeze of her arm, Katherine guided the druid towards the dance floor.

“When I started to learn how to dance, I approached it as if I was practicing a fighting kata. Or well, specifically the footwork and movement of one.” Once they had found a spot, Katherine untangled her arm from Torin’s and spun around to face him. “Just you know, with a partner and less intense.”

 

[Ines Pen-Ar-Lan]

Among Rebels and Stars
Calyx Sundrift & Thexann Pehnataur | Open
Objective I - Take the Floor!

Spoiler: Outfit

She shot him a skeptical look - courage had nothing to do with it. At least if their time together on Niamos was anything to go by. Upon hearing him mention how the cause stood no chance, her jaw dropped with feigned surprise as her eyes narrowed playfully. With a shake of her head she let out a low "You've just gotta follow your instincts" The emphasis on the last word was an obvious recall to their past conversation.

Before long, the duo strolled through the converted hangar. An amused smirk grew on her lips as Cal revealed that he already had a few prospects. Her gaze wandered over to Domina Prime - her brows rose with interest after having studied the Mandalorian for a few moments. Then, her gaze fell as her attention was directed to Vaegon Dolmyrian She let out a low hum as she pondered his targets for a few moments "mmm, yeah, he's handsome." she mused before looking back to Domina "Are you sure you could handle her? I doubt you'd last for half a minute"

Verse pushed herself up, using his arm as leverage. It gave her a little better view over the ballroom. Finally, she nodded in the direction of Gavin Restur "What about him? He's kinda handsome, right? He's rockin' that rugged outlaw look real well." she paused as her eyes widened upon seeing Vess Sadragen "Or her! She's regal. I'll never understand how you can just, y'know..." she trailed off, shaking her head at him with a wink and a teasing glint in her eyes.

He wouldn't receive much more than a squeeze in response to his gratitude. For all intents and purposes, the two of them were a team for the evening. Verse seemed fully content remaining by his side and looked up to him with interest as he weighed his options as to which of their hosts to approach. A joyful chuckle left her as he finally settled on the seasoned businessman "I had a feeling you'd pick him." She smiled and leaned in to whisper teasing "You are starting to become predictable, Calyx Sundrift."

Verse remained wrapped around his arm as they approached Thexann Pehnataur . At first, she merely offered smiles and nods as her companion talked. Upon being introduced, she extended a hand for Thexann "It's good to meet you, Mr Pehnataur." There were many members of the Path whom she had not met yet - but she seemed confident that her name would probably have appeared somewhere due to her work for their cause since its early days.

An eager nod followed Cal's praise of the ball. Her eyes wandered around what had been a dedicated hangar just a couple of days back and spoke with enthusiastic, yet quick words, as if hoping to not get in the way of a conversation that wasn't really hers. "It really is very impressive"

After letting the gentlemen exchange a few words and finding a natural pause, Verse would let her gaze settle on Thexann. Maybe he could help convince her date to join their cause. "I've been trying to get Cal more involved ever since we first met." Her blue eyes - filled with admiration - wandered up to see Calyx's reaction. "But he's too much of a mercenary to admit that he cares." She shrugged with a subtle hint of resignation and leaned back in to his side, once more ceding the floor to the gentlemen.

 

[Thexann Pehnataur]

PERSONAL MEMO (Encrypted)
Author: Thexann Pehnataur
Subject: Showing up and Showing out
Location: [REDACTED]
Access Level: [Red-Alpha Priority]

I am reminded, on evenings such as these, that roses have thorns. The Path decided to pause, to breathe, to remind itself that there is still life beyond the fight. A pleasant gathering, on the surface. Laughter, music, the occasional clink of glass. I stayed at the edges, as I tend to. It’s easier to see the shape of things when you’re not in the middle of the dance.

That is when he approached. Calyx Sundrift. Blazer pressed, smile well-rehearsed, hand extended like a man stepping onto a stage he’s walked a dozen times before. The kind who has never once doubted that the room will welcome him. His companion—Verse Melnau, he introduced her—was the picture of elegance, but too polished, too stiff. I’ve known enough senators’ daughters and corporate envoys to recognize the type. You don’t wear armor made of phrik when silk and posture will do the job.

I shook his hand, of course. Firmly enough to remind him this was a greeting, not a performance. He carried on about the council, about how splendid the Path’s gathering was. The kind of words meant to test how far his charm might carry.

I let him talk. I even raised my glass and took a slow sip, giving him nothing more than the space to measure his own echo. That little pause often speaks louder than any reply. My answer was simple, and deliberately plain:

”Council”, eh? You seem to know more than I do. “The Path” here seem to have their moments, when they are allowed to.

It wasn’t a lie, either of misdeed or omission, nor was it an admission. It was a statement in and of itself’s own context. One that will give a moment to ponder. That will give him enough to think that he’d made a connection.

They both seemed quite certain of themselves, as if charm and beauty were enough to grant them passage. Perhaps they will be. Perhaps not.

I have noticed, over time, that my role at these gatherings has shifted. To many, I am simply the older man in the corner—fatherly, quiet, unobtrusive. I offer a nod, a word of encouragement here or there, but rarely step forward into the light. It is a role I do not mind. People speak more freely when they believe you are little more than a guardian presence, a kindly sentinel keeping watch from the edge.

What they fail to realize is that the shadows give me the clearest view. I see who hovers too long at the fringes, who leans too close when they speak, who smiles just a fraction too wide. Sundrift and Melnau were no exception. They believe they entered unnoticed, that they played their part well. If so, let them think it.

Because I have seen their kind before, in the Zakuulan army, in the Galactic Alliance Senate, frell, in my position in Guardian Authority. I have seen their kind for most of my life. And if they imagine they have the drop on me, well—then it will be all the more amusing when the ground shifts beneath their feet.

For now, I’ll let them enjoy the party.



TAG: Calyx Sundrift | Ines Pen-Ar-Lan

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

 

[Xian Xiao]

The brief exchange between the two couples ended, and she nodded as they walked away from Connel and Katarine. Xian had no idea about the loss Connel had suffered recently, but she was aware of what Caelan had gone through. Her hand gently brushed through the fur of the dog as it passed her, but she didn't pay him any additional attention. That was focused on her date.

"I'd like that very much."

Walking with her hand holding his felt more natural than Xian had ever expected it could. Never in her life had she thought she would want to be with a partner. Not in a romantic sense. Yet, here she was. At a formal event, on a date, she was comfortable with.

His invitation had surprised her, and she had been happy to accept. What did this mean for her future? While she didn't stop walking, the thought hung in her mind.

Taking a sip of the drink she carried in her other hand, his touch was steady and stable, and she appreciated that. Following his example, she remained quiet after giving him her statement earlier. This was not a situation the girl was at all familiar with.

Caelan Valoren Katarine Ryiah Connel Vanagor

 

[Kain Aldore]

Tags: Vess Sadragen

He'd been biting his nail, not through it, just enough to give him something to do. Kain always needed to be doing something, moving around constantly. But he felt like pacing at a gala might look bad on him, and the only thing he could get done with his hands would be playing around with the buttons on his suit, though, he'd probably do it enough that one or two fell off.

His hand fell from his face, then his knee began rising, and falling. The heel of his shoe tapping the floor to the beat of the music. Then he saw another visitor approach the hanger wall. Finally, words could leave his mouth. He stood, not bothering to button his suit, or maybe he should? The Lady ( Vess Sadragen ) was wearing a cream dress, her hair tied back. She fit the part of party goer, then again something looked off, was she uncomfortable? Maybe it was the fact everyone in this room was a warrior playing dress up for a party. In a hanger. In a hidden rebellion base. Or maybe he just felt that way?

Making his way and in that irreverent manner, Kain posted up against the wall not too far from Vess, his eyes latching onto their allies, who danced and mingled to the music "Okay, tell me I ain't crazy and that seeing everyone like this feels like some kinda fever dream? Force, I feel naked in this thing... I mean, who puts a mechanic into a dress suit?" He brushed the fine linen of the blazer, glancing down at it, then finally he looked fully to Vess for the first time

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Wearing: Dress
Tags: Connel Vanagor

Katarine let her deep green eyes travel to the woman Connel was speaking about, but fast as a flash the mother was back to conversing as if she had never been encouraging her son. They were clearly a nice family, and close, which was also nice. Kat had never known her parents, but she always liked to see other families in the galaxy. It wasn’t a path she was destined to walk, but she admired those who could.

... anyway… I know we've only just met… but… it is a dance floor. Would you care to dance?

“Sure.”

She smiled, even though internally she wanted to run out of the room screaming. Romance was not something Kat needed to be mixed up in ever again, but there was nothing wrong with getting to know more members of the Hidden Path, even if it was on the dance floor.

They headed to the floor and she was amazed to see that Buster was behaving even as Connel moved away. He truly was a good dog.

As the music played she glanced around at everyone, some clearly in love while others were just enjoying the festivities. It was a weird quiet moment in the midst of chaos. It should have been a lovely evening but she couldn’t help but noticed wounds, bandages, slight limps, and other reminders of what these people were sacrificing.

“So you said you came here because you respect those leading this. What is it the Hidden Path hopes to achieve? “

She glanced at him, wondering what the end game here was. The Rebel Alliance had destroyed the Empire, and yet here they were again. Another Empire, another Rebellion, another war. Maybe he had a different view of things? She intended to ask many of the individuals here the same question.

The question she kept asking herself.

What was the point?

Connel Vanagor