Trade Conference

[Faith Organa]

WELCOME​

to the Alderaan​

Trade Conference and Farmers Market​

Location: New Aldera City

Trade it was the heart and soul of planets whose resources were depleted, endangered, or just not sufficient. It was also a way to network with other companies finding a deal here and there that would further interests.

Faith wanted to create a venue that would allow everyone from across the galaxy to come to a single place to find what they needed. A modern day farmer market combined with technology convention. She had put out the word to companies everywhere and now today their efforts be on display. A grand eco friendly banner would greet the everyone as they entered New Aldera.

There were ships parked in orbit, ships at all the ports across the planet, transportation and underground trains to bring everyone into New Aldera City. There would be a hidden security force around to keep peace, and after much debate guards were doubled at the palace and the museum.

The argument about safety, and precious icons had filled her ears for a week. She finally relented and agreed.

Tonight after all the trade were done a grand party would be held in the square. The weather looked like it would hold Faith said a little prayer that it would.

The long rows of white canvas covers lined the main streets of the city. Vendors hawked their wares to anyone walking by. The conference center was packed with companies offering technology. Air scrubbers, security systems, ships...it was all in there.

She could only exhale and hope this was a success.



[member="Fiolette Raaf"] [member="John Locke"] [member="Lisza Starseeker"] [member="Miel Tevv"] [member="Orex Mauda"] [member="Chance Bonaventure"]

 

[Delila Castillon]

Location : New Aldera | Objectives : Buy Wine | Companions : Skreech​

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Skreech perched on her shoulder as she wandered lazily through the stalls of the farmers market. Little claws dug into her shoulder as the monkey-lizard swayed with her movements to stay in balance. He was typically used to being on the shoulder of the towering [member="Xin Boa"] but somehow settled for herself instead. There was a curious chirp from the creature as he leaned towards a stall containing various dried meats. Not exactly her main objective of fine Alderaan wine but various hunks of shriveled dried meat were also delicious. Fun to annoy Xin with too - he didn't get the appeal.

Before she could even open her mouth to ask about the wares, Skreech had hopped off her shoulder and started to shove product in his little beaky pie hole. So much for manners.

"Guess we're buying jerky today too...."

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Marina knew why she were doing this. It were a promise she had made before her bestie lost her mind.
Well, [member="Mariya Fleischer"] may have had a pre mid-life crisis in her late twenties, but that didn't mean Marina were going to totally turn her back on all the employees still working diligently at her former friend's vineyards.

Mariya Fleischer may have abandoned 'Soul Brothers and Sisters' and all of the employees that made her once prestigious wines, but Marina couldn't. No, she couldn't see all the efforts made by the Alderaani workers and distillers just go to waste. They themselves had families to support and they had made all the wine just standing there in caskets.
Besides, the Sovereignty wines that had been produced were among the finest.
No, Marina wouldn't have it. She were going to market her former friend's wines at the Market Place which her Queen had come to arrange in New Aldera.

So for the past week and with the help of the Soul brothers and Sister's staff, she set up a wine sampling booth within the Marketplace.
She wasn't expecting her former associate (that's what she considered her former bestie by now) to show up, as she apparently had gotten into a new venture, snubbing off the winery, friends and morals to say the least. All for what?
To stitch some rags that she passed on as fashionable? Gah! Marina would rather gag before wearing a Chrisyakova anything....anymore.
Sigh...so Ok, she used to like that clothing line. But that was before she found out it was owned by Mariya who thought that changing her name to Veronika was like cool and stuff. NOT!
As it turned out her once bestie, the only one Marina could ever trust with her life...YES, had tried to kill her! And in a lady's bathroom no less!
Well, Marina wasn't going to go and recall those horrid memories (writer is sparing the readers) where she got chocked and then stuffed in the duct-work of the bar's ventilation system-
(Ok, ok...not getting into details...on with the story at hand.)

So there she was now behind an awesome display booth, serving up samples of 'Soul Brothers and Sistsers' in all of the fine wine varieties.. all Sovereignty wines that even her own father, granddad and brother Jerrid could not deny it's quality.
And were she doing this to promote her horrid ex-bestie's line of fine wines? NO!
She were doing it for the hard working employees who grew the grapes, tended to the vines, picked the grapes, and made the wine. She were doing it for them and not for her horrid, horrid ex-bestie at all.

And so, without further ado...

"What, mine...?" She were asked if it were her line of wines by one of the guests who sampled a few reds and whites.
"Oh no... It's not my company. I'm just the marketer..." She smiled, although somewhat gritting her teeth as she had to show her pearly whites. But what she were doing was silently cussing her former ex-bestie for dissing her as she had done. God..she had loved Mariya as a sister.

 

[Faith Organa]

Emerald wine from the vinerium was offered up for sale at one of the booths Faith had a soft spot for it. The color was rich reminded her of the valley of Alderaan.

Today she walked slowly along she would buy from almost everyone she could, but she was looking for some ships for the Alderaan Navy she hoped there would be someone inside the conference center she could speak with.

There was also opportunity her for her to talk with diplomats who just happen to be in the area of Alderaan at the right time. It would not look odd to anyone that representatives from the core would be here. There were a few from the outer rim though that might draw a second look. But even the outer rim needed supplies and many of the companies here could provide them.

"Miss Faith" a voice from the past quickly she turned, "Marcus how nice to see you" She walked over giving him a welcoming hug. The older man with laughing blue eyes had helped her find several good novels that they would compare notes over and discuss characters. It was a great joy to her.

There was word circling about that [member="Delila Castillon"] and [member="Marina DeVoe"] were seen among the tents. What could they be up to? Faith allowed herself for a moment to wonder if any of her children would make an appearance.

 

[Miel Tevv]

The luxury yacht Triakk was a marvelous work of art, scything through void on a course to high orbit over Alderaan. Miel was not a greedy man, but the gilded corridors sent a message to potential clients and in truth he had lived a life accustomed to luxury. He ran one of the oldest and most successful megacorporations in the known galaxy, the life of a SoroSuub executive was about as close as a sullustan could get to, well, royalty. His days often felt like one long parade of butlers, valets, housekeepers, maids and footmen. Granted most of those were droids, but there will still few people who could relate as well as he to Queen [member="Faith Organa"].

"Executive Tevv?" one of his artificial servants paged him over the office comm, "Your shuttle is fueled and waiting."

"I'll be down presently."

Miel set the datapad he had been reading down and stubbed out his cigarra. His office took up most of a deck and offered the most marvelous view of Alderaan's surface from a full body viewport behind him. Donning extravagant robes which were considered ceremonial business attire among his people, he took a turbolift down to the Triakk's small personal hangar. The SoroSuub pilot droid did not attempt to engage him in conversation, and before he knew it they had launched for the surface.

It was an uneventful trip, noteworthy mainly for the spectacle of air traffic the Queen's trade convention had prompted and the delays it caused. As an expected guest of the Royal House, Tevv's shuttle was bumped to the front of the line, but there was still enough time for him to smoke half a pack of cigarras and catch up on the datapad he had brought for some light reading. Finally a berth was made available in the spaceport nearest the conference center.

It was a good thing too. As soon as he was expedited through customs procedures, he emerged onto a bustling thoroughfare. Local markets had formed an impromptu bazaar that radiated outward from the convention in every direction. It pleased him to see Alderaan in happier times.

 

[Raona Cadera]

She'd been to Alderaan several times since joining the Corellian Council and several times during her tenure as the Corellian Senator for the New Republic. It pained her that she'd left no time to see how other major worlds from the New Republic were faring since their collapse so when she heard that Alderaan was holding a trade conference she jumped at the chance to get out of her office and out of the sector. [member="Romi Jade"] was accompanying her and despite insisting that Romi, the recently inducted Master of the Order of Green Jedi, was more than enough protection. A compromise was met and a pair of the tall, lanky Ari-Drones accompanied her. Their big flashlight-looking heads and cybernetic tissue made her uncomfortable, but the cheap droids had proved more than effective in basic security roles.

The trip was uneventful, though Romi did teach her a neat party trick. Something to do with floating noodles. Almost galactic neighbors and without any intrusions or interdiction fields the shuttle made its way to New Aldera City. Customs and security had the droids stay behind, but her small holdout blaster was fine for a time, before they got to the conference location where she was forced to deposit it in a box. This was a relief for her as holding a blaster came with too much stress.

Her antennae twitched as they entered the bazaar. It was much less formal than she imagined but the stalls and shops of local and non-local companies was expansive. She wondered if she'd be able to visit them all...Though she did have a few that she was sent to see.

 

[RC 212]

She'd never been here. But now was as good a time as any. Anvil Interstellar Holdings had a lot to offer the verse. She'd managed to scoop up some decent pearls, and some other shoddier now almost defunct companies. Nevertheless they had their merits.

With a fist full of cash, a data pad, and a hunger fro commerce she descended in a small Diplomatic shuttle to New Aldera City, following the signs. She was clad only in her blouse, blue cloak, trousers and a vibro-cutlass.

Let's see what the day brings.

She was escorted from the pad to a lavish room. She took a seat, studying a nice piece of art on the wall.

Art. That's a good enterprise! She mused

Both hands were folded neatly in her lap, shoulders back and legs crossed.

 

[Faith Organa]

As ships arrived with registeries that were known to the Welcome Center message was sent to Faith. She wanted to be sure to meet old friends and acquaintances, and even a few strangers.

There was word of a Corellian ship arriving, oh..Faith smiled, that could be any number of people she wondered if [member="Lisza Starseeker"] would be there or even oh what was that young boy's name...oh goodness her memory could be so bad at times.

[member="Miel Tevv"] A ship with ties to SoroSub was registered. Interesting. Well she could use a discussion with the representative. She looked about the streets of the city. It was good indeed to see so many had come out to sell the crafted goods of Alderaan. There was even a sand art artist, and a moss artist. The moss artist interested her greatly she had not seen one ever.

[member="Satele Rishi"] Another message came through there was a represenative from Anvil Interstellar Holdings, Faith was not familiar with this company. It was another name she would add to her list to speak with. It was becoming clear that she made need to drag Bekka out to keep her meetings in order. She hoped not she wanted to do this herself.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

They were a hit. And why wouldn't they be? They were Sovereignty wines, the very same undoubtedly as the wines which had flowed like Springs on her ancestral Alderaan.
Such body, substance, fragrances, colors and tastes that had been missed for nearly 9 centuries.
How were these wines able to be compared? Easy. The DeVoe family had been the original distributors of these fine wines way back when. And when their ancestral world was destroyed by the Empire, the off-world distribution centers, the warehouses all shut down. The last production of these wines were held in the family's off-world warehouses, like rare wines...by which they were by the way. only the remaining stocks were no longer distributed but kept for the DeVoe heirs, the survivors who were off world at the time Moff Tarkin took Alderaan off the galactic map.

"Ok ok...seriously, that's your 5th glass, sir." Marina had to intervene.
Her 'Soul Brothers and Sisters' trade tent and table had been set up for clients new and old to sample the line of wines from the company which now Marina was overlooking..pro-buono.
Why pro-buono?
well, that was because it wasn't her company but that horrid ex'friend of hers who not only abandoned the winery, but everything else.
marina was so heart broken over her former bestie [member="Mariya Fleischer"] . So, so heartbroken.
But what was she to do? Just let the wine yards and all those who worked to make the wines just..just deteriorate to nothing again?
Hell NO! The original wineries that had produced the Sovereignty wines had been destroyed by that wicked Emperor Palpatine, Marina wasn't going to let this one go down the same path by her ex-friend who had gone loco..koo koo, even changing her freakin sweet name to a Veronika.
So it seemed that changing a name meant changing oneself too?

Grrr..Marina was so mad at her.

Still, Brothers and Sisters employed many local Alderaani and THAT was why marina couldn't let the winery fail. Besides the wines it produced were among the best of the best. And marina like wines too.

"Seriously, this isn't a tavern sir. I mean...well it's not that I don't mind you enjoying the wines, I can understand that. But these are here for wine sampling. i mean...well, you've sampled the same reds..bottle after bottle..." She couldn't explain it any clearer and not seem irate..which of course she was as the man just poured himself another tall glass and went through the motions of sniffing, checking the clarity and finally putting it to his lips and down his freakin hatch again..damn it!

Well, there were many samplers besides this man and marina and staff tended to them. maybe one..two asked for another sample, but not like the man who was again pouring another glass, this time the rose and going through the motions. What a freakin fish, Marina was thinking.
She was not one to ever get so irate over someone doing what they wished, especially if they were not hurting or disturbing anyone. But come on! She was here as a business woman and this man was just...just so inconsiderate!

Marina shook her head to one of the assistants here, a staff member from the wine yard that indicated he was going to do something about it. No, this didn't call for anything of the like. Besides, marina knew other ways to solve such minute problems...

THUMP! ..she had left the man and table a moment and now had returned with an entire case of 12 Sovereignty wines..reds, rose and whites..
"Here...please take this case and...and sigh... enjoy getting hammered elsewhere. Please?"

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Marina DeVoe"]


Skreech was now perched happily on her shoulder and her bag was now laden down with jerky. Both redhead and monkey-lizard were indulging on some type of exotic-spiced nerf jerky as they walked around the farmers market. It was routine for the two only it typically wasn't farmers markets but spaceport market stalls crammed down small alleys. It was nice to be able to breathe fresh air but in a sense she was itching to head back into the skies. Being nomadic and travelling space lanes had become the norm over the last few years - making it more difficult to enjoy being planetside for long.

Eyes caught a familiar blonde at a winery booth. Did Marina own a winery? Delila couldn't recall. Perhaps it was a family business or shareholder stake. Alderaan wines were typically the best which is the biggest reason she had came slightly out of her way to the planet. Nothing like being on a long haul job and kicking back with a bottle from time to time.

Delila and her companion drifted closer, wanting to see it was a familiar face or not.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

It weren't her auburn hair, reminiscent of Alderaan's Autumn reds, nor the woman's statuesque features Marina often had compared to the alabaster angels set firmly on many of the high spires dotting many civilized worlds she had visited. It were of the stride, her forthcoming approach that Marina's peripheral picked up. There were few and far in between that could walk so fluidly confident and with grace nevertheless. And even before her celestial eyes turned to look over to her left, she already knew it were [member="Delila Castillon"].

How long had it been, since they both served in the Explore Corps...the very first and unfortunately the same last mission, commissioned by the now dissolved Free World Coalition. That exploratory mission had been cut short in more ways than one. The Sith Empire encroaching on the free worlds, especially Alderaan, the beacon of light and hope which had stood out enough to attract the vermin themselves, led by no other than a zealous butcher of a sith.
The ensuing battles that followed had made no strategic sense at all. The sith came, they disrupted, then left. Waste of resources and lives on both sides. But then what was to have been expected of sith? Life to them meant nothing more than the grass one would trample on during a huttball game. But that were over a year in the passing. Alderaan, like so many times in the past, survived...and prospered. The Alderaani were survivors. Had always been and forever will be. The butcher of a sith had been nothing more than a childish slap compared to what a true sith had done to them...and still Alderaani survived.

Drawing a smile to her lips, she picked up a red and poured it into a glass timing it just right, before Delila stopped but an arm's length in front of her. Now normally, Marina would have given a friend a warm and well deserved hug, only that there were two factors here that for the moment impeded her in doing so. One, the booth's table in the way of course, and second; Delila wasn't one that had ever seemed comfy with such show of affection...even from a friend like Marina.

"Delila..." Marina were first to speak, taking a moment to look over her friend...or comrade, as per how Delila could have perceived their association. After all, they had served for a brief moment together in the Explorer Corps. But to Marina, Delila was her friend, even if the woman hadn't yet took to the idea.

"... how have you been?" She asked, picking up the glass of red and extending it over to her to sample. After all, she was manning a sampling booth.
"Here to try Alderaan's finest?...or finally braving your hair to an unlicensed hair designer?" Yes, Marina knew Delila would remember her attempt at getting her hands on her hair during one of many doldrum crossings during their long jumps.
It were one of her favorite memories, as what later followed were nothing but long campaigns defending their own and allied systems against the sith infestations that had spread into their sectors.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Marina DeVoe"]


"So it is you Miss DeVoe. Leave the high flying life of royal service to open a vineyard? Can't say I blame you."


Hand came to take the wine but quickly put it down, extending instead to shake the hand other blonde woman. Delila didn't have many people she would consider a friend, not particularly close to a number of people. It was hard to make connections in the past as a soldier and now as a spacer, hopping from planet to planet. Yet Marina could be considered a friend by herself.


"I've been doing well, thank you. I actually came to buy some of Alderaan's finest. My time working for the royal family introduced me to the splendors the planet has to offer. I'm afraid my hair will be staying in place."


A small bit of laughter at the shared joked. Delila still didnt quite understand the nuances of women styling one another hair, probably never would.


"How are you? What have you been up to?"

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Delila Castillon"]

Faith found some comfort in her surroundings listening to the voices of the people as they bartered with one another. She knew that Marina was attending a booth today what she did not know was Delila was also traversing the grounds of the market.

Faith pulled up the little map they had made for everyone where was Marina's booth. She looked up and then back...ok...back. Faith made her way towards the booth. Theo had been tasked with selling the wines from the Vinerium today. She hoped all was going well there.

She needed to check on everyone.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

She chuckled.
Delila was as sharp witted as anyone she met...actually more so. "You know me...just basically need to do something for a cause..." No, she weren't going to cry over her bestie not only abandoning her vineyard and employees, but had actually tried to kill her and then stuff her in some dusty cramped duck-work at some dive on Cosuscant.

"Soul Brothers and Sisters basically sell themselves...my family being one of the major buyers and distributors..." Although true, marina didn't quite know as to whom Cetril Enterprises actually sold the majority of the vine too. Sure, her family took stock in the vines for personal consumption, but there were a greater amount unbottled and in original caskets that were going out abroad...somewhere.

"...just keeping it going while the ..ahem...owner's away." Yea, away...
If it were that simple. But the owner of SBS was her former bestie [member="Mariya Fleischer"] who was now some big fancy tailor...whoopee (sarcastic eye roll). Well, she wasn't a bad dress designer, as Marina had a few threads from the Chrisyakova clothes line, before she shredded them all. But why wouldn't she when she discovered her bestie tried to hurt her and stuff her in the ventilation duct-work.

Marina quieted down a bit, knowing quite well whatever had gone awry between her and Mariya wasn't anybody else's problem. Just that Marina was so goddamn hurt over it...loosing her bestie. Her best of besties...
But no sense spoiling this great day mulling or bitching over someone who now went by the name of Veronika. The name Mariya had chosen even sounded bitchie. 'Damn you Mariya, I loved you like a sister...'

"Sigh.... uhm Lex...could you-" She didn't have to finish, before her assistant at the booth nodded " Sure thing...you take as long as you need, Miss DeVoe" he said, as Marina started to walk around the booth to Delila.

It were then that she spotted the little monkey lizard peeping from behind Delila's head. It had been perched on the red head's shoulder and just then peeked around her mane.
"Haha...Ok, I could see he likes your hair the way it is...
Ahem, I mean, it always been stylish, don't get me wrong. Just that the temptation to get a chance to play with it...hehe..ahem.." She stopped right there as she knew Delila wasn't one for silly girl talk. No, but she was some awesome lady and one which Marina had always respected and kind of looked up to.

"I would love to do some catching up with you. And you'll have to tell me how you made friends with... uhm, what's his name by the way?" She stared over to Delila's little friend, who seemed to stare back at her. She gave it her most cheerful friendliest pearl white smile.



[member="Faith Organa"]
[member="Delila Castillon"]

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Faith Organa"]


Delila wondered how much 'watching' a vineyard really needed. Seems the grapes and various would just grow and with technology droids and laborers would just be needed to pick. She wasn't going to ask many questions though - probably was a long and involved process best left to people actually interested from start to finish. Skreech was out of jerky and rustling around by now, making his presence known to Miss DeVoe.

"Yeah, us redheads are just a bit particular about our hair." Another piece of jerky was fished out for the monkey-lizard. "This is Skreech, somehow inherited by my partner and now friend of mine. He's useful on our longhaul flights, a real little technician."

Skreech loudly munched on the jerky and Delila was just thankful he wasn't insulting anyone at the moment.

"How about you Miss DeVoe? What have you been up to? Any tales to spin?"

 

[Marina DeVoe]

"Well, hello Skreech..." she first bade Delila's little friend a friendly smile... "I'm Marina."

"But yea, you got it... red is of the rarest and most difficult of hues to duplicate right. I just simply love it...hehe. " She chuckled. Only less than 2 percent of human females acquired the rarity of red and the ensuing distinct features that came with it.

"I should know, as I tried it ...a few times...and...sigh...it was a bomb out every time.
It came out off color orange, fire speeder red and last attempt, burnt umber. Oh how I had to bear it each time from my brother for days. I just couldn't get it right no matter how much I tried. Finally had to just shed the dye and let the remnants of the botched attempts wash out on its own. Took another week...Oi." Her eyes made a circle.

"So yea... I envy you...your hair that is..." Yes, she had always admired Delila's spitfire red. Well, it were what Marina called it, as it certainly reflected Delila's personality.
"But seriously...I couldn't have pulled it off for too long anyway. They'd pick up on the blond sooner or later peering from under the skin...lol" She could laugh now, as it was funny her many failed attempts.

"Anywho... not much to tell really. Just doing my fair share of defying the baddies... you know.." She then said, not getting into details. Marina knew Delila's own efforts in trying to hold the line. Then again, Delila commanded a war ship, while she just snuck in through enemy lines and blockades to supply aid and evacuate civilians. But as long as everyone did something, no matter how small it were to defy the sith, there was always hope.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Trade Conference? A place full of people and wares? Somewhere people pawed over every little gadget and gizmo they could get their hands on while dreaming about owning every single one? Okay, the really cool stuff at least. It was perfect. Where else could Whimsy get some recognition than in such a public venue? Besides, Cali was just the right people-person for the job. No one hated a Zeltron. No one worth talking to anyway.

So, naturally, she'd signed up for a big booth. Not like, "I want my own floor" type, but this wasn't an opportunity where you get the small one by the bathroom. Spend money to make money! Even if Twinkle Doom grumped. He always grumped.

What did this booth have? What didn't it have?! It was big, it had a stage with a deep pink-purple angle frame, multi-color lights, and a circular platform. There was a table off to either side for orders. Display models of countless Whimsy specials were strewn all about ready for demonstration. All anyone had to do was point and say the magic words -- "What's that?" -- and they'd get the most beautiful Zeltron in the universe to show it off and talk all about it.

"This is a blast door annihilator." Cali hefted the weapon that looked like a grenade launcher had a baby with a rail gun. "Eight round capacity with a ultra dense explosive compound ignited when the detonation cap makes contact with whatever you want moved out of your way." What? Weapons were technology too.

She swept a rifle that was a little longer than standard up. With its butt against her hip, Cali pulled the slide back. "This is a gun that shoots around corners." Her bright eyes fell on those in attendance. "Seriously, shoots around corners. Press this button," with one hand as the other took hold of the fore of the barrel, "and then pivot the front half." She lowered it down so everyone could see. The Zeltron was mindful to keep the shooty end above everyone's head. Practice good gun etiquette! "Yep, and then use this display there to see the intruders you need to get rid of." She turned around so people could see the weapon pointing ninety degrees to the left, and the screen display an image off in that direction.

Next upon request, "And this," Cali caught the blade as it was tossed gently into the air, "is a knife." Wait for it. "Made of phrik." Like, no one charged a rancor's worth in credits for just a knife. That would be insane. Totally worth doing, but not at this particular conference.

"Remember, our bi-hourly dance and explosion spectacular is coming up in fifteen minutes. Everyone totally doesn't want to miss this line-up for wonderful women wielding some of the most powerful and unique weapons the galaxy has ever seen," the Zeltron cried as she threw a fist into the air.

With a hop, skip, and a jump off stage, Cali traded off with another pretty lady hired on for the event. Couldn't stop showing off the goods. But Cali wanted to keep in touch with the people, and you couldn't really get to know anyone up on the stage all the time. People-person, remember?

A giggle preceeded a pink hand offering a round treat to a children loitering nearby wondering what people were looking at. "And here's something for you. It's blueberry flavored. But I also have bubblegum; that's my favorite. Lasts for hours. Better than anyone else." Hey, the company wasn't that serious. Actually, it wasn't terribly serious. Kind of why they had a show; all work and no play made people dull bores.

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith was following the map as she turned down the row where Marina was to be stationed. She smiled stopping along the way to look at a few knives. The craftsman ship was beautiful more decorative then use. She remembered...........and then stopped.......the Knights where were they now and how were they doing.

They were so...but times change.

She shook her head and then saw someone with pink hair....well. How pretty. How would she look with pink hair?

Just over she could also see another familiar redhead...Dells! She smiled...what to do first.

"Excuse me" She approached [member="Cali Ziiva"] "I love your hair" She smiled broadly.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Cali stood up straight and found herself face to face with a lovely looking [member="Faith Organa"]. Those warm, brown eyes and her gently tanned body were absolutely captivating. Zeltrons didn't tan. Not in a way Humans recognized anyway. Her smile remained broad and tall with a sparkle in a girl's eyes.

"Oh," she giggled, "thank you." Cali reached up absently to tease some of the lower strands behind her head for a moment. "But look at your dress. It's gorgeous on you. I totally couldn't pull that off, but with your skin and captivating eyes..." Well if Faith was going to compliment her, the least she could do was return the favor with a little extra. Not a word of it untrue.

There was always something you could find to compliment someone. Even a big, old, dark, brooding Sithy. It might take time to find it, but it was there. Buried, desperate to be set free.

Not wanting to stop skin deep though, Cali offered up a little bit about the excitement all around them, "Enjoying tonight's events? It's wonderful to see so many companies and people here tonight. Do you know how long this conference has been going on? Really hope there'll be a chance to return."

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Cali Ziiva"]

Faith was the right person to ask, "The electronics weapons ships portion will go a few more days, the farmers market will go till one day more than that. We shouldn't want everyone to go without some kind of Alderani momento to take home." She smoothed her dress for a moment, "thank you." her response to the compliment it was a kindness that she showed to Faith and she appreciated it

Zeltrons, oh what an argument she and Draco had about zeltrons during one battle. He would surely love meeting Miss Cali, "How long are you here on Alderaan?" Course Cali could easily be one of the refugees living in Sanctuary City of among any of the other sanctuary cities set up.

She always had a curiosity about others, perhaps now she could learn a few things that she did not know.

[member="Laira Darkhold"]