Tonight We're going to Party like it's 999ABY

[Orick T'ane]

The Republic Defense Force
Request the honor of your presence
at the
Inaugural Military Formal Ball

Location
One Galactica Hotel Ball Room 1
Onderon

R.S.V.P. Supreme Commander
Lt. Dorin Admiral Kayleigh Tyven​

 

[Orick T'ane]

The grand ballroom at One Galactica Hotel Was drapped in banners of the Republic's colors. The mood was lively yet professional There were several cadets from the Republic Military Academy stationed through out the room. All wore formal dress uniforms. There were two mroe cadets at each entrance, both for security and for any help or requests that the personnel attending would need. ​

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At the back of the ball room there was a small stage with a podium, the room had several tables and chairs scattered around a large dance floor in the center. Off to the right side of the room was a small bar with another professionally dressed cadet. Soft music filled the room and several large floating chandlers hovered overhead.​

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Everything was in order for the first if what was planned to be many Formal Military Balls for the Republic Defense Forces. This one held special meaning because it was the first since the merger of the forces of the Republic into one cohesive fighting unit.​

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The room was set and the staff was assembled​

the only thing left to arrive were the guests.​

 

[Gir Quee]

The landspeeder limo slipped through the streets of Onderon almost silently towards the One Galactica Hotel. Inside it, Gir meticulously took his lint roller up and down his new uniform. While he still hadn't become accustomed to being called a general yet, he did decide that it had a certain ring to it that Commodore did not. Maybe it's a historical thing, you read about General Dodonna, General Skywalker and the other General Skywalker in the data files, but when was the last time you read about a commodore doing anything special? He shook the thoughts from his head and turned to face his date, Captain, no...Major Ryies of the Argus.

Shaking her head, Ryies let a wry grin spread across her face, "I'm trying to figure something out..."

"What's that?"

"How is there any lint left on that thing? Does it magically appear on your uniform?"

"It seems that way to me," said Gir with a sigh.

"Uh-huh, well, unfortunately for you, the limo's stopped," said the major.

Gir nodded, dropped the lint roller, and unceremoniously opened the door of the limo to stand at the edge of the hotel. As he stood up, a wash of comfortably cool air briefly caressed his face. His sapphire blue eyes shot up to spot the tallest point on the hotel before he remembered that the major was still behind him. He quickly side-stepped to hold open the door for the brunette.

 

[Slate Estrada]

Medals and ribbons lines the black formal uniform Slate wore. The outfit made him look sharp, sophisticated and wise. Everything a soldier like Slate should be and should want to be. There was no doubt he looked great in the uniform, but he hated. He absolutely hated the outfit and nearly every situation where he would be required to wear it. Especially medal or ranking ceremonies, he did not believe that he should be rewarded or praised for doing what was expected of him as a soldier. The only reason he had shown up to this Military Ball was because he would soon embark on an extremely dangerous and almost suicidal mission to Sith territory and this may be the last chance he had to socialise with those he had worked with since he was just 18 years old.

The taxi Slate had decided to take stopped a block from the One Galactica Hotel, however he did not mind. It gave him a chance to admire his surroundings and feel the cold air caressing his bare face. Hopefully this ball would take his mind away from the depressed thoughts of the mission that lay ahead of him, but he did not know of this would be the case as he had rarely been to parties that were not to do with business.

As he approached the Hotel, he noticed someone he recognised emerging from a limo. [member="Gir Quee"] a fellow soldier and business partner. It wasn't likely that Slate would know any other previous Naval soldiers, and therefore Gir may be able to show him around and introduce him to some people. "Commo- General Quee!" He waved to the similarly dressed man, not recognising whoever his date was.

[member="Gir Quee"]
[member="Orick T'ane"]

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

No one would see her enter. At most they might vaguely 'remember' her practically gliding through one of the doorways. They were wrong, of course. How had the lovely young woman arrived then? By floating through a wall. Hmm? You're curious as to how she did this?... Oh! That's a rather simple question to answer. Former Private Drapeam Sahara Nyx was, quite definitely, a ghost. Oddly enough, however, is the fact that she appeared much like her younger self. A thin, 50% lanky and 50% graceful, teenage girl with long ginger hair. Each lock had been carefully pulled up into a sleek bun. It went well with her equally sophisticated dress! Looking closely at her, however, would reveal the slight shimmering and blue-tone to her body. One could practically see part of what was behind her. Those who were intoxicated might have some difficulty noticing such things... but everyone else would probably find the differences between her and themselves to be quite clear.

There was a spirit who none of them would recognize wandering around the hall.
It was a good thing that she was an incredibly friendly ghost.

 

[Kiyron]

Kiyron stepped out of the taxi-speeder, still squinting suspiciously at the new Major's insignia. Strange going from Colonel to Major so suddenly, but so be it. Things had to change if they were going to win the war, and if the rank structure was one of those things, more power to whomever was in charge of such things. He paused behind the others that preceded him, his aide trailing behind.

This was going to be an interesting night.

 

[Gir Quee]

Gir let a smile creep across his face as his eyes met those of [member="Slate Estrada"]. The chaos of a galactic war made meeting an old acquaintances an unusual occurences. Most of the time, it was when things were bad on the battlefield. It was rare to encounter one in a peaceful setting, and even rarer when they were in a different branch. Gir approached the sergeant major with Major Ryies in tow. He thrust out a hand to the other soldier.

"How have you been Sergeant Major? Oh, and this is Major Ryies,.."

 

[Orick T'ane]

Orick frowned again as he adjusted his dress jacket. It was probably the most uncomfortable thing he had ever worn in his life. The sleeves were tight on his biceps, the pants were stiff and it seemed that the Republic had hired a torture artist to design all of their shoes and boots. Regardless, it was perfect. Not a ribbon or medal out of place, the creases were prefect and the shoes reflected the light exactly as they should. The taxi pulled up to the hotel and he had a chance to finally get a look at the famous building.

It was a monument to social status, it stretched high into the sky, disappearing into the low hanging clouds on the sky. There were several valets standing around for the few people that drive their own vehicles. He stepped out of the taxi and spotted General [member="Gir Quee"] and Major Ryies talkgni to another soldier, Orick didn't know who he was, but judging by the amount of stuff weighing his jacket down, he was someone worth respecting.

He smiled at the cadets that he could see stationed around the entrance, I bet this is the worst possible job they could get. This MUST be a punishment detail. His thoughts drifted towards the evening ahead of him. His stomach turning slightly at the thought of having to do this. He wasn't a fan of formal events, and with his past so close to his present, he was hoping that he could just disappear into the crowd and not make a fool of himself.

[member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Slate Estrada]

In reply to the General's gesture, Slate grabbed his hand with a firm grip and shook. "I'm fine!" He would reply, a blatant lie to anyone who knew about his mission. "It's Master Chief now, General!" He laughed, Slate looked forward to the amusement caused by the confusion merger would cause tonight. Releasing his hand from Gir's, the soldier moved on to the women by his side. He held out his hand, ready for another handshake.

"And who is this beautiful woman?" Slate spoke, as showing a warm smile to her.

[member="Gir Quee"]

(OCC Note: Mr. Steal Yo Girl.)

 

[Gir Quee]

"Commander of the Argus," replied Kyies coyly, cocking her head to the side and offering a hand to the master chief.

"I met her working on a...ah...mission to Mandalorian space," said Gir, exchanging glances with the brunette and [member="Slate Estrada"].

She snorted, "I gave him a ride and a room on my ship on the way to Toprawa."

Gir glanced around the sky of the city, "We should probably head inside before one of those wild beasts swoops in and messes up my uniform."

"Our uniforms," corrected Kyies.

"Right, that's what I meant," said Gir, "would you care to join us at the bar, master chief? I think we've got a little time to kill before things really get started..."

 

[Slate Estrada]

"Of course, I think I'll need some alcohol in my system to stand some of these people." Slate joked as he made his way inside. He decided to allow Gir and Kyies walk together to avoid interfering with their evening too much. The lower ranking soldier dare not become an annoyance to either of the two, as the wrath that followed may not be desirable.

As Slate walked through the almost overly large double doorways that lead into the main hall. What was inside was rather magnificent. The high ceiling was decorated in gold and blue banner, the colours of the Galactic Republic. Though the event was only beginning the bar was beginning to fill up. He would've prefered to stay an appreciate the decor, finding a seat for the 3 of them seemed like the more immediate task.

Taking a seat near to the edge of the long desk, Slate waved to Gir and Kyies incase they hadn't seen him sit down. "I'll just have water. Thanks." He then said to the uniformed man behind the bar counter.

[member="Gir Quee"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

Being the alcoholic that he was, Captain Thane Drexel was at the bar, pounding whiskey like it was shots of tap water. He was known for being the biggest drunk in the Republic Navy, yet it never hampered his abilities. The Zabrak was not certain what the event was for, but it had booze and that was all the info he needed to RSVP.

"One mooore...I can still feel my fath...and bring me some nuts pweez..."

 

[Gir Quee]

"You get the drinks, and I'll get us some seats by the master chief, sound like a plan?"

Gir raised an eyebrow in mock anger, "As the ranking officer present...I accept. What'll it be?"

"Nothing heavy, maybe a Tarkenian Nightflower or something fruity."

Gir nodded, "I'll be back in a bit. Don't get too friendly with the Master Chief while I'm away."

"Jealous?"

"Nope, but I heard that he bites if you get too close," replied the man with a grin.

Shaking her head, the brunette wandered off to where [member="Slate Estrada"] had pulled up a seat. Gir darted in towards a less busy section of the bar, where people seemed to come to just grab their drinks before leaving to mingle with the rest of the crowd. He spared a glance at [member="Thane Drexel"] as he pulled up next to the man at the bar. Looks like he's had a bit already. Probably could drink me under too by the looks of it. Gir managed to get the bartender's attention.

"One Tarkenian Nightflower, and a Vasarian brandy, please."

The bartender stared at him, "I got the brandy...but what's Tarkenian Nightflower?"

"Do you have something that's a bit more on the fruity side?"

"I've got just the thing," replied the bartender, scurrying off to grab the drink.

Gir turned to [member="Thane Drexel"] and glanced at the man's collection of shot glasses, "What's that? Don't tell me that's Whyren's Reserve...is it?"

 

[Mariya Pyne]

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Oh boy. Late as usual. ​

Kayleigh wasn't particularly well known for being out in public with crew or military comrades so this was potentially a socially awkward situation for her. Still, she knew that a party would be an excellent morale boost and a chance to get to know all of the new faces and reconnect with old. That, and after the events of late, everyone honestly needed a break. So she threw on her formals and headed toward the hotel's ball room. A night of drinking and socializing would be good for her. And perhaps [member="Fixx Kearney"] wouldn't be too busy, and might attend. He was always out doing something, somewhere, but she hoped he had received the invitation all the same.

As she pushed open the double doors leading to the large hall she smiled at the sheer number of guests already in attendance, nodding to a few as she passed by and wandered aimlessly over toward the banquet tables. The spread looked fantastic and there was a boat load of fresh fruit. Yum. She plucked a few of the strawberries from their resting place and placed them into a small bowl, before wandering back over to the bar for a drink. She wasn't about to make a big fuss about herself, she was just another body tonight, and hoped that everyone would feel at ease around her.

Dropping down into a seat at the bar she ordered a glass of wine and tasted one of the strawberries. Her eyes lit up like fireworks at the sweet flavor. It felt like a small piece of heaven, having gotten used to the terrible food aboard naval vessels for what felt like eternity. She would savor every moment of this night, and this food, for who knows when another opportunity would present itself. She glanced over in the middle of her euphoria, strawberry still dangling partially out of her mouth as she noticed [member="Thane Drexel"], and a small smile would creep out of the sides of her cheeks as she nodded and bit through the strawberry. "Evening! You should try these, they're to die for!"

[member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Slate Estrada"] | [member="Drapeam Nyx"] | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Kiyron"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"]

Thane looked up from his drink over to the disembodied voice that called to him. There stood two beautiful women talking about a fruit they each had in their mouth. Kinda hot. Then he recognized one of them...

"Oh hey Admiral Tyvennnn, who's your sister there...She's kinda cute...you're kinda cute when you're not all," he saluted sarcastically.

Thane reached for one of the red fruits the Admiral spoke of and popped it in his mouth. It was cold and sweet. He smirked behind a mouth full of fruit and raised his glass to the Admiral.

"Here here, the sociable Admiral Tyven has graced me with a gift of fruit. May her battle strategies never outway her social ones. And she's quite the looker too." Thane gave a cat-call whistle at the end.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Wiping the slight hint of perspiration from his brow as he walked up the stairs, Fixx knew he was late, but he always was to functions like this. It gave him the chance to scope out the area, get a feel for the people arriving and a general sense of control.

While he didn't make a habit of attending functions such as this ball, he was still a new-ish face to many in the Republic away from his secret unit, and so thought it wouldn't hurt to try and mingle and get some connections. He wore a very standard dinner suit, nothing that shouted his standing in the Republic, but it was something he felt comfortable in at least.

With his hand in his pocket and licensed firearm under his jacket where it always rested, Fixx gently moved through the opening doors and headed around the outside of the decorative room where he could see and hear everything more or less through the sea of bodies. He moved to one of the free bars and ordered his drink.

He hadn't heard from [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] in a while, so didn't assume she would be here. It certainly would be a lot more entertaining if she was. For now, Fixx would stand back as his drink was slid over in a nice frosted glass, chilled and with a thin twist of fruit with a courteous smile from the barman.

[member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Slate Estrada"] | [member="Kiyron "]| [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Drapeam Nyx"]

 

[Orick T'ane]

Orick walked around the large ballroom and grinned, as much as it was a combination of the services, there was still the regular social cliques huddled around tables and in corners. The fighter jocks were easy to spot even in dress uniforms they stood out, extra bobbles and bits decorated their jacket and most of them talked with their hands when describing their latest death defying stunt.

Old marines and newly minted ones, former army soldiers, talked with their heads on a swivel. Always looking around, assessing the room and seeming to always move in pairs or small groups, as if being alone was a social faux pas.

He moved through the room looking for nothing in particular when he stopped, His eyes focusing on something that was there and yet seemed to be not there. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, the figure wasn't dressed in a uniform and the girl was too young to be in the service, He wondered if she was related to someone. Her appearance seemed to almost shimmer and it made him wonder if he was going crazy or if the ghosts of the past were indeed blessing the gathering.

He shook his head and frowned, the last six months had cost everyone so much, guess even the ghosts need a reason to party. His thoughts distracted him to the point that he almost walked right into [member="Kiyron "]. " Oh hey, I'm sorry Major, I got distracted. It's Kiyron, right? I'm Orick T'ane." he says politely as he holds out his hand.


[member="Fixx Kearney"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Slate Estrada"] |@Kiyron

 

[Slate Estrada]

"Will the General not be joining us then?" Slate asked the Major as she arrived by the bar. Before she could pull the chair, Slate stood up and offered his assistance. "Please, let me get that for you." It seemed like the respectable act as she was a ranking officer and a woman. It also seemed like the thing a gentleman should do.

Shortly after Kyies sat, Slate's water arrived. It contrasted the exotic drinks other guests were ordering. But he not dare get hungover with such a busy week of planning a preparation ahead of him.

[member="Gir Quee"]

 

[Gir Quee]

Kyies glanced in Gir's direction, "Only if he manages to not get loss here. If you can believe it, he can navigate the stars, but not a city map. Hopefully buildings aren't worse..."

The brunette's eyes darted towards the [member="Slate Estrada"]'s water and then back to the man, "Interesting choice of drink. Let me guess...you don't drink...you're the designated driver or maybe...maybe there's something else going on? Come on now, it's not polite to keep a lady guessing..."

"The Master Chief is a regular man of mystery," informed Gir, sliding past a couple to his designated seat with a drink in each hand, "Did you know that he runs his own company?"

 

[Slate Estrada]

A light chuckle could be heard coming from Slate caused by Kyies remarks on Gir's bad sense of directions. But now Slate had to explain his choice of drink to the curious woman.

"Oh no, I usually do drink. I just don't have enough time to be hungover tomorrow, that's all." He guessed that the Major did not know about this mission and decided not to compromise it by giving anything away. It was a mission of the highest secrecy and it was already considered suicidal as it was.

Luckily for Slate, Gir had arrived back with the drinks and saved him from anymore questions. "Oh yes! The Orion Corporation, it's coming along nicely. I have to say those Concorde Shuttles you provided have very much helped out!" Before continuing, he took a large gulp of his water, "And how is Lucerne Labs coming along? Good I hope, The Galactic Republic needs more companies like it."



[member="Gir Quee"]