To Dine on Mountains High

[Laira Darkhold]

Laira turned around to face Theo, her voice dropping to barely a whisper as she leaned close to his ear to speak as privately as possible. "Some of the people I know from the Outer Rim are here. They don't know who I am." The gears in her head were spinning as fast as they could as she tried to think of an exit strategy that would work. She was in a brightly colored dress with a low cut in the front and back, and blazing red hair. She stood out too much to make a stealthy exit if anyone had already spotted her.

The princess downed the glass of champagne in a single gulp, tossing her head back as she did, setting the emptied vessel upon the bar once completed. "Ugh, I wasn't expecting random people from space to show up here Theo. The one behind me, the Zeltron is Joza Perl. She's a Force Master like father that has been teaching me some things." Not all Force related subjects though. Laira wasn't a half bad exotic dancer if she said so herself mostly thanks to miss Perl. And the pink skinned being had also provided Laira with a few words of wisdom regarding relationships and men. For some reason teenage girls listened to others better than their mothers, or Laira would have already believed those gems of experience.

Finally, as the smoke from Laira's head cleared she could see the light. "Pretend I'm here with you, platonically. I'm Laira Darkhold." That could work, at least long enough to socialize enough to fulfill her obligations to the family and escape. "Also the Firemane representative, she and I made out on Manaan once. And I might have flirted with the dark haired woman she's with." What could the princess say, she liked the attention up until this exact moment and it had all been innocent fun that didn't go anywhere one way or another. Sometimes fate worked against the twins, sometimes for the twins. "Don't tell mom and dad."

With her rushed, whispered conversation the firemaned princess waved at Joza to get her attention.

[member="Theo Vereen"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="The Slave"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco leaned over Faith's shoulder, his breath brushing against her ear, "Looks like the twins made it after all. The woman in the black and red is the Witch, Taryc I told you about. She's good people, you'll like her." His old battle buddy for Kaeshana and Atrisia, a young woman he stuck under his wing during those wars to watch her back and to have someone to watch his. Faith would probably like her, maybe. It was a slight possibility that Faith liked the witch, especially since she was not wearing her spandex armor around the gala.

It was important in the thick of battle to have someone looking out for you, and for Draco it had been Taryc, fighting side by side, back to back. The raven haired woman was with a redhead he didn't recognize upon his first glance, but she did feel very familiar. He'd been in close and friendly proximity with her before he just couldn't place it at the moment.

"The rest of them I don't know." And he didn't care either. This dragon was already looking to go back to laying atop his hoard and growling at those that impeded upon his privacy, but that was his way. That had always been his way since settling on Alderaan. But Faith cared more than enough for the both of them. She was the brains and the heart of the pair, the important figure that people traveled light years to meet and greet with, Draco was the growl and the bite when it was needed but was normally Faith's arm candy. And so he worked very hard to excel at being her arm candy and making others envious.

With the Force he tapped Taryc's mind, not a probe or an attack of any sort. More of a tap to get her attention without having to yell or wave obnoxiously so that she and her redheaded companion would come see Faith and her Prince Consort.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="faith Organa"] [member="elpsis elaris"]

"Hey, don't stress over it, babe. It'll be ok. Just be your usual self. You're amazing. And I'll be there to fangirl over you. That reminds me, I gotta introduce you to my mum" The awkwardness would be terrific. Then she spotted a familiar face amongst the throng. "Oh, that's Makai Dashiell. He's kind of like my little nerdy brother."

Taryc smiled and squeezed back. She noted Makai just before she got the mental ping from Draco. She turned to Elpsis and kissed her neck.

"Draco wants us to meet the Queen, and it looks like your brother is just on the other side of them." She said, making her intended route clear. Then she led them through the throng to Draco and Faith. That was when the awkward feeling in her guy sprang up again.

'Do I bow to the queen or high five Draco for landing such a babe?' She thought to herself, then glanced at the way everyone was dressed and remembered that gala's weren't the place for lewd talk. More being the pity. Mentally, she sent Draco a feeling of being high fived as Taryc bowed to the queen.

"Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Taryc Ap'Irae, an Inquisitor with Firemane." She said. Her surname would be familiar if Faith had ever had dealings with the Primeval, as it was a prominent house within the former (and now resurgent) regimes Inquisition. "I don't know if your Prince Consort had told you, but he's saved my life a couple of times in battle. I owe him a great deal, and by extension you. Please know that if Alderaan ever has need, my sword will be yours to wield." She finished as she stood back up from the bow and gestured to Elpsis standing beside her. "The flame haired beauty with me is also of Firemane, this is my partner Elpsis Elaris." She introduced Elpsis, then had a momentary panic. Maybe Draco and Faith already knew her, she was the niece of Siobhan, and Siobhan likely knew everyone of importance. She hid her mild panic behind a smile.

 

[Joza Perl]

“Goddess. I like that. Should get people to call me that more often.” A vague sense of amusement lingered in her dry tone as she polished off her second glass, pushing the empty cup forward with a polite smile to the bar tender.

Sipping slowly at the freshly refilled drink, Joza’s eyes rolled upwards in thought. “I’ve got interests on Zeltros and wanted to check out the neighbors. Make sure they’re friendly and all that.” She placed the glass down on the counter, finger unconsciously ghosting along the rim of the cup. “And you, Mr. Bon? Up to no good?” She didn’t seem particularly concerned if he was.

Her eyes caught Laira’s wave back, exhaling shortly through her nose and sliding off of the stool. “I think I see someone else I know. Come on, I’ll introduce you two.” Lithe fingers wrapping around the delicate stem of the wine glass, Joza drifted through the crown towards the other redhead.

[member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Theo Vereen"] [member="The Slave"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Visit me sometime, and you can hear it all you want.”, he mused.

The Slave swirled his drink before sipping from it himself, leaving a faint red wine mask over his upper lip. A soft gloss that faded with his breath, if only for a moment.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”, he offered in response.

This ‘Paxton Bon’ nodded as she lead the way through the crowd, a hand finding its way to her lower back as a sort of keepsake. His touch was gentle, but it obviously held connotations where they went; but his eyes never left the group she walked towards, and his expression never betrayed the polite behavior she seemed to be affronting rather well.

As the few closed in, The Slave offered each of them a greeting through a grin; something any notable politician did when they met others. His suit was an ashy abyss of a color, held true by a contrasted and somewhat plain ivory button up. He wore no tie, no extraordinary details to his outfit albeit a singular corusca gem laid deep in an aurodium based ring that lay strutted on his left hand’s pinky finger.

He waited for Joza to speak and make their acquaintance, before introducing himself with a hearty tone;

“Paxton Bon, High Chancellor of The Dominion and Senator of Lorrd. A pleasure to meet the both of you.”, he said; offering a hand out to them both in an a respective shake.

│ [member="Joza Perl"] │ [member="Laira Vereen"] │ [member="Theo Vereen"] │

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

"See my dear Knight-Captain Krig, everything you would expect to find in a hive of scum and villainy all here in this estate and not a problem yet."

"I still don't like it. There's too many chances, too many openings."

"Braxis my friend..."

Amelia permitted a soft smirk to cross her lips, as it had been ages since she called the older gentleman by his first name and not by his rank. Her hands deftly pulling a pair of champagne glasses from a passing tray, keeping on in her hand and the other she offered to her Knight-Captain. Her eyes remaining upon the older gentleman as she took a small sip of the sparkling liquid.

"You need to relax. Though if anything were to happen, I feel that we may be permitted to feed."

She let out a soft chuckle and permitted her fangs to flash for a moment. She did not attempt to hide that fact, and wondered if there were others that would notice. Pushing such a thought to the back of her mind, she hooked her arm into the good Knight-Captain's and kept close to him. A soft smirk pulling at the edge of her lips as she listened to him fuss and complain about the situation again.

"Very well Grandfather, it seems that you'll continue to just sit here and fuss."

The simple word 'Grandfather' immediately stopped his complaining. Not many outside of the unit knew that little title, though it was likely Amelia that caused the other members of the Sigma Praetorian to start calling him that whenever he got fussy. A grumbling huff escaped his lips as he took the other glass of champagne, though didn't know what to do with it, after all his helmet didn't exactly make it easy to drink anything.

Golden hues slowly moved about the room, picking out the various individuals that were attending, and watching their interactions with the others. She had come in late, and apparently it appeared as though her arrival had gone unnoticed, something that wasn't too horrible in hindsight. Though with all the other security measures here, she was sure that they had seen her arrive, after all it is rather difficult to miss a woman in a skin tight dress being escorted by nine armored individuals into a Gala...

[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="Faith Organa"]
[member="HK-36"]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Makai Dashiell"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Faith Organa"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]


And suddenly this one had several people to tag!


And Elpsis got to meet honest-to-goodness royalty. Sure, her aunt was all important and stuff and the young firemane was the lover of an Eldorai Countess, but it was nonetheless quite an occasion. So Taryc was not the only one who was a bit nervous, albeit for slightly different reasons.


Anyhow, Elpsis gave Makai a wave, indicating he should come over, and followed Taryc, hand in hand. The Inquisitor made their introductions and was totally adorable while doing so, in Elpsis' opinion. Admittedly the redhead might be a wee bit biased in that regard. Yay, she got compliments!


Relax, she telepathically brushed against Taryc's mind, trying to set her at ease. So cute. "It's an honour to meet you, Majesty. Auntie Sio...err...Lady Kerrigan sends her regards," she said in her politest tone, stumbling over words slightly at the end. Selene had been giving Elpsis etiquette lessons. She still did not know which fork to use, but she'd concluded that most nobles didn't either and just faked it.


"Taryc is a great companion and very, very dear to me," at that she shot the pyromancer an adoring look because that was obviously needed to drive home the 'totally into you' point. "What she said goes for me as well. Your Prince Consort fought alongside us on Kaeshana. So if our swords are needed, we'll be there."

 

[Kenrath]

Marcus chuckled to [member="Myles Davorak"] shaking his head.

"You have obviously never been to one of these before. This is not a party......it's a feeding ground. At events like these almost everyone here represents a Government, Galactic Power, or Corporation. Each and every one vying for favor with the royal family..............or each other. Not all of it above scrutiny. This more than any battlefield is where Governments rise and fall."

He smiled.

"Why do you think it is being held up here in the mountains so far away from the capital and prying eyes?"

Marcus turned looking at the good Doctor [member="Rashae"] Lovous with a smile.

"Please call me Marcus I tend to not stand on formality. What can I do for you Doctor or should I say Minister?"

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles digested the man's response slowly and thoughtfully. He was right, he has never been to this sort of arrangement before.

"You're right, never been to one of these before. I was surprised to even get an invitation. I see your point, this would be the place to hold it....away from the capital and prying eyes that's for sure"

He noticed the man change when addressing Doctor Lovous....it made sense
vying for favors with each other eh?? Makes sense

Myles didn't have much to offer other than security. He didn't have a fraction of the power that some individuals had in this room.
Nodding silently he whipped around and made for the bar counter--to get a drink and try again at this socializing thing.

Davorak ordered a Renan Irongut shortly after. He turned around and leaned against the bar counter, examining the attendees. Maybe he would have better luck after having a drink. Alcoholism was strong in his family, as was temper. The drink was brought to him and he gulped it down without second thought.

This would be an interesting evening.
[member="Vengeance"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[Rashae]

Her and His Majesty seemed to be focused on other people while Rashae turned to Myles and Marcus. She acquired a flute of champagne from one of the trays circling about. The Minister of Medicine would incline her head and lift her glass to those whom have provided greetings and to those she knows. Some of the guests she didn’t know a thing about such as Myles and Marcus. Marcus was smooth as a baby’s bottom in his response. Myles had a scoundrel sort of tone. There was a flick of a delicate eyebrow and the edging of a broader smile. The Doctor needed to spend less time traveling and ore time focusing on the hospital build, Alderaan and her business, but there are these things do come up that require her attention. The lady made a mental note to acquire a public relations administrator that could see to these little details of knowing who was who.

“Myles it is then. If I may ask, and I apologize if I missed that bit of information, what is it that you do?“ The raven haired lady said with an slight incline of her head.

“I find that by and large most barks are worse than their bite. “ Rashae said towards Marcus’s comment. “It’s the quiet ones that the need to be cautious of. “ Those hard ice blue eyes lingered over Marcus for a moment or three with the painted smile on her face.

“If we are so informal then, Rashae will do. “ Her voice was velvet honeyed contralto. “What do you invest in Marcus?” Came the pointed question.

Rashae could play the game but tended to favor directness. She was raised in this type of atmosphere which can often be as dangerous as fighting against those with blasters or bombs. Here weapons were reputation, scandal and information. Skill alone only got you so far. She took a delicate sip of the champagne as she listened to their responses.

[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Draco Vereen"] anyone within earshot

 

[Kenrath]

Marcus smiled taking a sip of his drink.

"Very well [member="Rashae"] it is then. As I told the Queen we mostly focus on Hospitality and Entertainment venues. However any projects with a positive return on investment is open for consideration depending on the pitch and location."

He smiled softly.

"After all some areas of the Galaxy are more dangerous than others and if for example a hotel we financed get's blown up before we have recouped our investment then we potentially lose a substantial amount of money. Profit margin may not be the most important thing to most but to ignore it completely is by definition unwise."

As a server passed by Marcus set his still half full glass on it before turning back to the good doctor.

"So do you have a pitch already prepared or would you like to set up a time in the next few days to present it?"

 

[Myles Davorak]

"Oh certainly, no apologies needed. I run security but not the kind you may be thinking of. I don't run security for criminals. People refer to my archetype as a "mercenary with a conscience" I help win fights when there is one."

He gave the reply back to the Doctor, he would doubt that anyone would approve of him. He was the runt of the litter in this organization of people. He didn't really care at this point. These people may never see him again and he would be okay with that.

He stirred his Renan Irongut by shaking the glass ever so slightly before washing it down. He examined the Doctor a bit more. She was very terse but not in a bad way. She was collecting more info than she was giving. Probing? Scoping? I dunno, this cat knows this dance I guess he thought to himself.

Then there was Marcus; the investor, who also took somewhat of an interest in the Doctor. Myles was just background noise as far as he was considered.

He figured he would listen on and only answer when spoken to.....playing it safe. He maintained a relaxed posture and kept shaking his glass ever so slightly

[member="Vengeance"] [member="Rashae"]

(anyone else within hearing distance)

 

[Theo Vereen]

Theo laughed, “So you got yourself into a bind sister.” He looked over at the woman that [member="Laira Vereen"] referred to as [member="Joza Perl"] . “She’s pretty for certain, and you say force sensitive. You best hang it up they always find out the truth.” The bartender looked over wondering what the joke was.

Theo leaned on the bar looking from Laira to Joza. Once his sister continued to explain her predicament he couldn’t help but laugh again looking , “you certainly have been busy Laira. You best hope Grandmother doesn’t find out she’ll have you confined to the highest of the Juran Mountains with only eunuchs and nuns for visitors.”

The snow covered Juran Mountains where they were right now, so high that it was eternally covered in the white blanket of sparkle and cold.

He thought about what she wanted, “Darkhold, you took Grandfather’s name that’s ballsy considering all things” He could see that she was in a pickle. His sister always the rebel even when they were little she was defiant in most things he wasn’t too surprised to find out she was in trouble for trying NOT to be the Princess of Alderaan. Even his mother for years only wanted to be Faith never the Princess what was it about the women of House Organa? It was as if there was some disease associated with their name. Eh, who knew maybe one day his father [member="Draco Vereen"] would explain it to him.

“Well I’ll play along but you owe me. I don’t know what yet but you will owe me. Course now” He smiled, “if your outed because of something else you still owe me for going along, and if the rest family finds out what you’ve been doing and I’ve played along, you still owe me.”

Theo’s icicle blue eyes stared into the depths of his sisters slate gray eyes if anything tonight would not be boring by any measure that red hair was certainly earning its reputation. "So do we have a deal?"

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith took the card, “Mr. Nichols I have a place that could use a high end resort perhaps you and I should talk after this.” Faith handed Ana the card, “I’ll have Ana set up a meeting.” She smiled there was a few places that she had interest in where a resort of types would be most welcome. Meeting Mr. Nichols was most fortuitous. ([member="Vengeance"] )

Another voice captured Faith’s attention, “It is an honor to meet you [member="Myles Davorak"] “ Before she could say anything else he seemed to wander away, “Ana please find out what Mr. Davorak does for a living.” Faith always had positions that needed specific skill sets perhaps Mr. Davorak had one of these skills.

Faith looked over to [member="Rashae"] Lovous , “good” there were many things happening all at once Faith was fortunate to have a keen mind and Ana. “There seems to be much need in the galaxy as of late.” There was great need even as the First Order moved across the galaxy. Faith reminded herself to send Claire to see Natasi Fortan of the First Order.

Movement caught Faith’s eye a rather attractive woman waving in the direction of the royal couple. Was she waving at [member="Draco Vereen"] she gave a quick look at Draco to see if he returned the greeting .

Draco knowing his wife well was already leaning over to identify the woman as his battle partner. “oh” Faith looked again, so that was the woman who wore the skin tight armor. Faith started to say something the mention of her children drew her attention from it. She looked to see if she could see them but those wishing a moment of time with the royal couple blocked the view.

Then Mr. [member="Dexen Yash"] introduced himself, “Humble merchants of the Felswoop Syndicate I am honored. What kind of goods does your Syndicate offer Mr. Yash?” There were times that Faith had to refocus this was one of them.

She didn’t notice until [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] introduced herself that the woman had moved over towards them. She smiled at Taryc and at [member="Elpsis Elaris"] . “He has told me how much he admires you and how you have saved him in battle my appreciation for certain for keeping him safe. I’d be lost without him.”

Faith studied Taryc and the Elpsis each of them had an exotic quality about them Elpsis flaming red hair reminded her of Laira. Faith face softened. “Ms. Elaris how very nice to meet you. I’d like to welcome you both to Alderaan.” Faith caught the change as Elpsis spoke, “Lady Kerrigan yes. I had the pleasure of meeting your Aunt on Atrisia.” Faith could not help but to warm towards the two women, “Your Aunt provided much needed care and assistance there. I am most grateful to her for it. Please give her my best I look forward to seeing her again.”

“I hope you both stay I can have rooms made up for you here for after the festivities. Anyone who keeps my husband from trouble deserves to be welcomed as family. And anyone related to someone who helped those of my father’s world deserve a place of honor in my home.” Ana was making notes to get rooms ready, just in case.

Now she looked at Mr. Yash who must have been stunned by the beauty of Taryc and Elpsis for he had grown completely silent.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Fine, deal." She whispered hastily, grinning at Joza. "I'll see if I can set you up with Joza if you want?" Her grin turned a little malicious, though she was a little torn. She wasn't interested in Joza other than acknowledging the Zeltron was very attractive, but she also knew the pink skinned woman would chew Theo up and spit him out and skip off over his broken heart if she did set them up together which wasn't something she wanted her little brother to have to suffer through. Yes, little brother she had a few minutes more experience in life than he did!

"Joza, I wasn't expecting to see you at a place like this. This is Crown Prince Theodosius Vereen of Alderaan, a new friend of mine." The redhead batted her eyelashes at the voluptuous zeltron dancer and bit her bottom lip subtly, her tone putting heavy emphasis on the words Crown and Prince in the hopes she understood how important that made Theo, and took focus away from herself. "Prince Vereen, this is Joza Perl a friend of mine from the Outer Rim. She owns a dance studio in the Tion Cluster I studied at."

"Is this one of your," she didn't want to say worshipers even though that was what she had called those hordes that rabidly followed Joza when she met her the first time, "Associates?" That was a nice neutral word. The redhead motioned to the young man she was with.

[member="Theo Vereen"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]



Makai and Mr.Zej had joined up with a small contingent of men talking about business and various pitfalls. They were mostly older, white hair dusting the tops of their heads. Makai was partly amused at being the youngest of their newfound group by at least forty years. One was leaning heavily on a cane, sometimes pointing in the direction of a counter argument as if to make his point.


"I've seen wars come and go. Unrest in the Core isn't going to make a lick of difference, I guarantee. Civilians will flock to the Mid and Outer Rims, business follows."


"Business may follow but profits will tank short term. Shipping routes will have to change, taking time. Time is money. You don't have the goods and they'll just choose something else."


Several men started to overlap one another at this point, including Mr.Zej. Makai remained quiet, eyes watching the party. He caught the wave offered by his 'Big Sister', an indication to come on over. No one would notice he slipped away from the little group either way. The teenage half-Galan picked his way through the crowd, finally weaving his way to stand quietly off to Elpy's right side. No need to interrupt, it seemed she was quite well loved at the party.

 

[Joza Perl]

“I’ll let you know the next time I’m at your particular sex dungeon.” She quipped back, wishing that she had a cigarette to pull at. “Alright, let’s go play socialite.”

She gave Laira a gracious smile, glad to see another familiar face in the crowd. “Oh my. It’s lovely to meet you, Prince Vereen.” Joza spoke in earnest as she dipped her head in acknowledgement. “Looks like you’re making some high profile friends, love—or are you taking my advice and finding a rich man?” Okay, maybe that wasn’t exactly the advice she’d given, but the grin tugging at her lips indicated that she was teasing the other woman. Probably. Maybe.

“This is an acquaintance of mine—Paxton Bon.” She brushed a hand along his side fondly, leaving out the little quip about how he’d given her a lap dance at Blush. Wasn’t exactly appropriate gala talk. “What brings you here tonight, Miss Darkhold? On the arm of a Prince, no less.”

A well placed wink signaled her amusement as she took a slow sip of wine.

[member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Theo Vereen"] [member="The Slave"]

 

[Rashae]

Interesting. Came the thought as Rashae listened to Marcus cool and confident response. Her polite smile did not waver as she listened and sipped her champagne in delicate slow nursed doses.

“Not so much a pitch, Marcus. I create and produce certain medical items that many have found useful. Mercenaries, heavy scavenging and other manual work type find my wound kits especially useful. I do produce custom items now and again. The price of course is equivalent to the complexity of what is asked for. If you would like to discuss these products or custom work, I am sure my Administrator can schedule something for you to meet with me at a later time. This is after all a dinner. “ The Doctor maybe young but she spoke with a practiced elegance. The young lady intended on enjoying the variety of people to mingle with here while attending to the Queen’s needs as Minister of Medicine and the interest of Alderaan.

“Well I do absolutely adore a good spa day now and again.” There was an artful inference to the word adore. Actually, the raven-haired beauty more than adored it. She was well over due for a spa week at this point as busy as she had been.

She turned towards Myles as her smile softened just a tad. “Good Security is hard to come by Myles. “ The woman made a mental note of that regard. “Perhaps we should speak soon, Give my Administrator a call if you would please. “ She made another mental note to pass that information along to the Queen. Useful loyal people were hard to come by.

She lifted her champagne glass towards Mr Yash as the royal couple responded to as she also provided her own greeting. The lovely raven haired beauty with ice blue eyes regarded the scoundrel, Mr Yash, as she oozed charm herself. This one oozed Charisma as if it was a drug. Since he addressed the royal couple she waited till Her Majesty returned the greeting before speaking. "Doctor Rashae Lovous, Minister of Medicine for Alderaan. I must ask, what is it that you sell, Mr Yash?" She asked pointedly.

“I wonder what they are serving this evening, I believe the Queen kept the Menu a secret. “ There was a bit of an impish gleam if for a second or two before it returned to a more cold stoic. She used the cold demeanor to keep people out. It worked for the most part but it was by no means perfect as certain sides of her threaten to come out now and then.

“Oh dear, appears my champagne glass has a hole in it.” She said in rather tragic comedic turn of phrase. It was a lovely varietal of sparkling wine. Not too sweet, not too dry and a lot of bubbles. Rashae liked extra bubbly champagne. Something about those bubbles that tickle your nose makes things not so bad.

[member="Vengeance"] [member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Dexen Yash"] anyone within earshot

 

[Theo Vereen]

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="The Slave"]

"Ms. Perl" Theo reached over for her hand slowly raising it to his lips to kiss her knuckles, "how very lovely to meet you, your very presence here adds grace and beauty to the room." He nodded then released her hand. "And please call me Theo everyone does" Yes because Theodosius was just too formal and Prince Theodosius was a mouthful!

Looking over at Laira, "Ms Darkhold and I go wayyyyy back." He smiled brightly, "you know she tried to get me to eat a mud pie once." He looked over to Ms Perls companion, "Mr. Bon are you enjoying yourself? Did you have an opportunity to see some of Alderaan before arriving here at the Winter Palace?" Theo wanted to be sure to talk to everyone.

What was Laira doing here Theo laughed to himself force help them all. "Yes Laira why don't you tell everyone what brought you here to Alderaan. Was it me?" He winked at her. He would try his best to take advantage of this whole situation.