Union [First Order] [Ludolf & Marzena's Wedding]

[Ludolf Vaas]

U N I O N​

Hexheim Castle, Thakwaa​

Some would say that the newly constructed Hexheim Castle on Thakwaa was an act of overt self-indulgence on the part of the First Order. So far, its lavish halls and exquisitely decorated exterior had served no purpose until today; to house the wedding between Supreme Commander Ludolf Vaas and [member="Marzena Choi"]. Ludolf disagreed with those critics. Must all great art have a reason that is not already self-evident?

Perhaps he was biased. This was his own wedding, after all. The guests of the wedding would be gathering on the concourse outside the Castle, free to walk along the sharp stone bridges that overlooked a peaceful lake on Thakwaa as the sun began to set, far from any of the planet's native alien beasts. Ludolf was instead standing alone in his fitting room in one of the many ornate spaces of Hexheim, a large glass-paned window behind him allowing the sunlight in. The two best men he had chosen for his wedding, General [member="Asharad Graush"] and Major [member="Rolf Amsel"], had not yet arrived. Instead of the ominous black uniform Vaas normally sported, today was an exercise in complete contrast. His First Order dress uniform remained much the same in all respects, but it was now white, with a ceremonial sash and sword. The halls of the castle, likewise, had been decorated with flowing white banners, along with the usual crimson red which sported the First Order's symbol, in order to match the color palette of the two being wed.

Ludolf hadn't seen Marzena since yesterday afternoon, before she took to her bachelorette gathering with her friends, and he would not see her until she greeted him at the aisle. This entire affair was a strange sensation to Vaas, who never would have considered it possible for a man like him to find a companion in the galaxy. But Ludolf had learned to realize that life was unexpected. He would always adapt. And as he changed through the years, and thought about the prospect of his future son or daughter soon on the way, Vaas found himself unequivocally excited like never before.

The Supreme Commander looked in the mirror one more time, adjusting his hair.

OOC Thread here

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[member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Avicus DuSang"] [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Dunames Lopez"] [member="Perth Levov"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Horus"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Darek Sjaa"] [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Dunames Lopez"] [member="Kaz Praxon"] [member="WD-334"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Garett Van"] [member="Halcyon Greenslade"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Calenna Madrazo"] [member="Gerhard Maxim"] [member="Basileus Isauros "][member="Karl Von Keldor"] [member="Erich Arnstein"] [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Maizono"] [member="Jen Rennic"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Actakos"] [member="Lilith Sedari"] [member="Madlyn Sol"] [member="Nathaniel Barrett"] [member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] .... and all others I forgot!

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Marzena Choi was excited to be a bride – even if she was a pregnant bride.

She had been sequestered within her bridal suite for a large portion of the afternoon, time that had been spent primping and preening. The singer stood before a full length mirror, her hands clasped, and her eyes closed. Slowly, she let her chestnut eyes open to take in her finished look. A freshly manicured hand rose to touch a gentle gasp. Her rose-tinted lips parted to speak, but she couldn’t find the words. Her eyes were already misty, and she fanned herself in an attempt to keep them dry. Marzena had promised herself that she wouldn’t cry before the ceremony. But now, she was not feeling confident that she could keep that promise.

Keep it together. Marzena drew in a breath and held it.

She was feeling very emotional today – actually, emotional was an understatement. A mix of nerves and an unexpected torrent of feelings threatened to overwhelm her. However, she imagined [member="Ludolf Vaas"] waiting for her at the altar, standing tall and stately in his dress uniform. The thought was enough to keep her grounded.

Marzena turned to the side, a hand cradled beneath her baby bump. There was certainly no way to hide it now. Even with the obvious swell of her stomach, her couture gown had been fitted perfectly. It was a fairly traditional style, something that was perhaps a bit unexpected for the songstress. The gown had been crafted with delicate details of lace that gave it an heirloom feel, and a flowing train that would make for a dramatic walk down the aisle.

“It’s perfect.” She murmured softly, glancing to Jean Paul Renaud. “You’ve truly outdone yourself.”

Her designer friend beamed from his vantage point by the window, and gave a nod of approval. Next, the hair and makeup stylist swept by to give the bride a final check. Marzena’s dark tresses were pulled up into a simple and elegant up-do, with a few strands left to frame her face. As always, her makeup was on point – a natural, glowing complexion, cheeks that were lightly flushed, eyes meticulously lined, and lips touched by a rosy hue. Very carefully, the stylist worked the birdcage veil into place. The woman tugged the netting here and there, to ensure that it would fall just so.

Marzena caught movement out of the corner of her gaze and turned to see her brother framed in the doorway. Sebastian lingered there for a moment before entering.

“Well, everything is almost ready.” He said, smiling. “Are you?”

“Of course.” She said, and then arched her brows. “But where is [member="Ciana Teigra"]? I thought she was coming with you.”

Sebastian shrugged, but assured the bride that her maid of honor would be there soon. After another glance at her reflection, she turned to face her brother and smiled softly. It wouldn't be long now; she would soon be the wife of the Supreme Commander – the father of her child, the man that had captured her heart long ago.

 

[Michael Wainford]

[member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

A dropship landed not too far from the castle. The door opened, and two sharply dressed men stepped out of the dropship. One of the men was Commander Michael Wainford, and the other was his Lieutenant Charlie Yuhasz. Both of them were is dress uniform which were shiny and clean. The dropship closed it's door and ascended up. Michael watched the dropship fly up towards the sky. Behind the dropship, Michael could barely see the outline of his ship, the FIV Warlock, in orbit of the planet.

Michael and his XO reached the castle, and joined the guest waiting outside on the concourse. He began talking to other distinguished guest, and told stories about his time in the naval academy, and his ship, the some of the only things he can really talk about. Michael admired the architecture and beauty of the castle. He also admired the breath taking scenery that was outside the castle. The setting sun reflected off the lake. It surely was a beautiful day to get married.

"A beautiful day isn't it Charlie?" Michael says while looking at the Lieutenant.

"It surely is, commander"

"Oh don't call me commander! You can call me Michael"

Michael grinned. Over his time as commander, he has started a friendship, a brotherhood, with his XO. Michael looked up again to his ship. It slowly moved across the sky. Only people with keen eyes could see the star destroyer since it was only an outline from their perspective. The guest continued to wait outside the castle to be allowed inside.

 

[Ciana Teigra]

Just around the corner from Marzena’s ready room was Ciana, pacing back and forth whilst in a heated discussion with a contractor. The executive had tried her best to keep her schedule clear for Marzena’s special day, but things just kept cropping up. She would be the first to admit she was a horrible choice for maid of honor, but she knew it meant too much to Marzena and Sebastian to have declined.

Now just talking in circles, she called for a pause on the arguing and abruptly hung up. She took a moment to compose herself, then headed to the room to finally meet with the bride to be.

She was all smiles as she entered through the door, allowing the positive ambiance of the room wash over her to lighten her mood.

“Sorry for keeping you all waiting,” she apologized as she approached Marzena first for a hug, just a light pat over the back as she didn’t want to disturb her dress or makeup.

“You look amazing.”

Her friend was always on point, but today she was absolutely stunning. She could see now that it was way past time to put Renaud to work for her. So close, she could feel Marzena’s child in the Force, something the alchemist had known about since their recent reunion on Cloud City.

After Marzena, she greeted Sebastian with a peck on the cheek and a caress of his chest with an open palm.

“You’re looking quite sharp, yourself.”

Just then, she felt a spark of hostility her way. She looked past Sebastian’s shoulder to find a middle-aged Seoulian woman staring her down. She had never met this woman in person, but in her face she saw both Marzena and Sebastian.

“Mrs. Choi, hello!” She flashed a grin while clasping Sebastian’s shoulder. All mine she signaled. Mrs. Choi’s eyes narrowed, but Ciana’s smile only grew. She had come for Marzena’s wedding, but it looked like she would be having her own fun on this momentous day.

[member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Marzena Choi"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Dunames was freshly back from a trip to Castell, where she got the Commerce Guild to accept a partnership with Star Tours and, indirectly, with the First Order (since in the eyes of so many in the galaxy, Star Tours was a First Order fixture). Also she knew that such occasions were occasions to her, much like her first encounter with the First Order on Bespin, where she would dress as elegantly as possible. She was always fond of wine-red dresses, like that one. She hoped one [member="Darth Veles"] would attend, but she may never know whether that Mon Calamari called Avreet would actually feel anything towards her or just use Star Tours for safe transportation of Sith artifacts to Virgillia or Jiroch-Reslia: most of his shipments he made using Star Tours were bound to either planet. But there were many high-ranking First Order dignitaries in attendance: she expected both [member="Natasi Fortan"] and [member="Valessia Brentioch"] to attend the wedding of [member="Ludolf Vaas"] to [member="Marzena Choi"]. They may just not have arrived yet, she thought. And yet this was once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing for many people. But Thakwaa was different from Jiroch-Reslia or Castell.

[member="Ciana Teigra"] [member="Michael Wainford"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Sioux stood in the doorway of the 'fresher, watching her mistress busy herself with the business of making up her face. They were aboard the Frontrunner, Natasi's Consul-class Diplomatic Frigate, and her most frequent mode of transportation when a Star Destroyer was not necessary. In this case, Natasi was going to Thakwaa -- for whatever reason -- a friendly world, and thus did not require the full firepower of the Concordia. The shuttle was idling on the pad at Avalonia's airport, awaiting the arrival of [member="Halcyon Greenslade"] and [member="Rolf Amsel"], who would be sharing the Grand Moff's ride to the wedding of [member="Marzena Choi"] and [member="Ludolf Vaas"] -- a wedding to which Sioux was not invited.

Thank heaven. It saved the fuss of sending back regrets. Marzena Choi hated Sioux for her part in stoking the feud between the pop-tart and the Grand Moff, and the feeling was mutual. Sioux was just there to collect the red boxes that Natasi had, and to chit-chat with the boss. And, perhaps, to do her a favor. Off the books.

"One last thing came in on my way out the door, so it's in the pile but not on the list," said Sioux. "From the Governor of Riflor."

"That ought to be good," Natasi murmured, shifting in her hoverchair as she leaned forward to work on her lipstick. "Thank you, Sioux."

"I'll just put the box on your desk and check in with the bridge crew." This last bit was not quite true; the bridge crew wasn't there yet, but Sioux had business there. She set the red biolocked box on the desk in Natasi's private study, then made her way to the cockpit and -- with the precision of a surgeon -- poured some water over the engine monitoring station. Per her research, this would cause a false positive on engine temperature during the flight. It wouldn't cause any danger to the occupants of the vessel, but would -- should -- delay things. Then, she returned to Natasi, who had navigated her hoverchair to the desk and opened the red box, and was sifting through the papers therein.

"It's not too late to change your mind," said Sioux. "You've already sent your gifts."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"It is, in fact," said Natasi, without looking up from her paperwork. "I've said I would go and I'll go, Balance willing. I don't have to enjoy myself, I don't have to do anything but sit quietly, but it wouldn't do to perpetuate rumors of a feud between the Ministry of Defense and Number 10. Separate and apart from my own feelings on the matter -- which you seem to refuse to acknowledge -- it is important that we put these rumors aside before the press gets a hold of it." She frowned at a document she was reading, her dark eyes narrowing in on the text. "This man is highly-enriched, weapons-grade stupid. Hopefully Barrett can do something about this. We need to get the Governor to retire so Barrett can take over."

Sioux didn't respond.

"Sioux, I appreciate your concern," Natasi said conversationally, finally looking up at her private secretary. "I'm really fine." She took her glasses off and set them down on top of the stack of papers. "Look, even if you were right about how I feel -- and you are not -- it's over. It's done. Regardless of how you or I or the military establishment feels. It's done. Every government event from now until I die -- or worse, retire -- will feature prominently Ludolf and Marzena. Every state act, every funeral, every party or gala or fundraiser. Every invasion, every expansionary effort and every dominion. It is a fact of life. You need to get used to it, if you can't make peace with it. And if you can't, then you are going to find it very uncomfortable to work for me." She smiled brightly. "I for one wish them well. And so should you."

"Now," Natasi said primly. "We need to get off the ground or we'll be late. Go and check on Amsel and Greenslade."

When everything was settled, the shuttle lifted of and made the jump to lightspeed. Next stop: Thakwaa!

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Marzena smiled brightly as [member="Ciana Teigra"] entered the room, and she gave her friend a dainty hug. Turning slightly, she caught the sight of the broad grin that her brother was wearing, and watched as Ciana moved to greet Sebastian with a small kiss on the cheek. It was nice to see him so happy. However, this feeling of happiness was soon quashed by the arrival of their mother. Aerin Choi stood in the doorway, her eyes harsh and unblinking, and lips pressed tightly together. It was a stony expression that the Choi children knew very well – she was not pleased.

“Omma,” Marzena started, stepping forward to draw her mother into the room.

In an instant, Mrs. Choi threw on a pleasant and practiced smile. She kissed the air next to Marzena’s cheek to avoid disturbing her makeup. With a sharp turn of her head, Mrs. Choi made it clear that she was ignoring Ciana’s exceedingly casual greeting. It was simply not an appropriate way to address an elder.

“Marzena, dear…” Mrs. Choi spoke, “You look beautiful. I’ve brought a hanbok and a black evening gown. I thought I’d let you choose for me, since it is your special day.”

Well, this was certainly awkward. In an attempt to ease the obvious tension in the room, Marzena moved over next to Ciana. She leaned forward just slightly to see her brother, and she arched her brows.

“Sebastian, why don’t you go check in with Ludolf?” She smiled, “Just go see if he needs anything.”

Her brother nodded, but his shoulders dropped slightly. Sebastian reached down and gave Ciana’s hand a light squeeze before leaving her side. Mrs. Choi said nothing, but her eyes shifted to watch him pass.

“Mother, this is Ms. Ciana Teigra, my maid of honor.” Marzena said, and placed a hand on Ciana’s back to encourage her to step forward. “Ciana, this is my mother, Aerin Choi. I’m sure you’ve heard about her from Sebastian, right?”

Mrs. Choi’s eyes narrowed, but she murmured a curt greeting. As Mrs. Choi’s son-in-law, Ludolf would have absolutely nothing to worry about. He would be treated like royalty, greeted with warmth and genuine smiles. Aerin had not worried much about Marzena finding a suitable partner; her daughter had inherited her impeccable sense of taste. She had been impressed by the Supreme Commander, and she would welcome him into the family with open arms. The fact that there was already a grandchild on the way only helped his cause. But any future daughter-in-law would be met with an overly critical eye and a cold shoulder.

Meanwhile, Sebastian was feeling glad for a brief escape. He walked the halls of Hexheim and peered into many rooms before locating the Supreme Commander. He brought a closed fist up towards his mouth as he cleared his throat, announcing his presence. Sebastian remained in the doorway, his posture suddenly straighter in the presence of his future brother-in-law. The two men had met before, but had not exchanged many words. Sebastian would never admit it, but he found [member="Ludolf Vaas"] a bit intimidating…

“So,” He started, “The big day is finally here… are you excited?”

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

The Supreme Commander gave his ceremonial sash one last tug, and smoothed a hand across it to straighten it across his chest. Although Vaas preferred not to be known as the "Supreme Commader" today. He wanted to simply be himself... Ludolf. There was no avoiding the fact that his wedding would be a state affair, and he truthfully didn't mind the plethora of guests that would be in attendance. The fact that they had come to his wedding humbled him, even. But he wanted today to be about family - something his life had sorely lacked up to this point, generally speaking. His family, though they were practically estranged by this point, would be in attendance today. And Force willing, he would be starting a family with [member="Marzena Choi"] soon.

That was all that mattered to him now.

Ludolf's thoughts were interrupted by Sebastian coming through the door. Ludolf offered his brother-in-law a genial smile and nod of the head. The two were practically a generation apart - Ludolf had ventured into his forties while Sebastian still clung defiantly to his twenties. They had both led drastically different lives. When Ludolf was Sebastian's age, he was still covertly claiming lives in the name of the Sith Empire. Those were good times, Ludolf thought to himself. Good times while they lasted.

"Excited..." Ludolf breathed a response to the question. "That would be one way of putting it. They say being nervous is natural during your wedding. I always thought that was a bunch of nonsense, after all, what's there to be nervous over? Well, everything, it turns out."

Vaas chuckled to himself. He could sense that Sebastian was intimidated by him - he had known that expression well. And he was also shocked at himself for being nervous. For a former Agent to allow nerves to get in the way of anything went directly against his mental programming. But perhaps on this one day, Ludolf could let it slide. He took a look at the clock.

"It's time. We'd better get out there."

Ludolf, along with Sebastian and the rest of the male entourage, made their way from the dressing room into the chapel. From this room, Ludolf would not leave until he was married. He stood at the top of the white marble staircase in front of the glowing window panels behind him, through which golden sunlight cascaded. The guests were now free to enter the castle and make their way to the chapel where the ceremony would be held. Ludolf would be standing at the altar to see them, but the bride would make her grand entrance later.

[member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Sioux Chambers"] [member="Dunames Lopez"] [member="Ciana Teigra"] [member="Michael Wainford"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Among the guests was one Darth Veles, offering a rare, non-human sight for anyone whose eyes fell upon the Mon Calamari clad in a fitting, black suit. If nothing else, the attendance of an alien would definitely turn this union of [member="Ludolf Vaas"] and [member="Marzena Choi"] into a legendary event to be written down the First Order’s annals. Even without the weird looks gutting him into fillets, Veles felt strange, out of place, vulnerable, dressed in clothing so uncharacteristic for him. No lightsabers, no blades either – aside from the one sheathed inside his very wrist, permanently attached to its owner.

Gone were the heavy Sith robes, leaving no trace of the traditional fashion accompanying his order for millennia, absolutely nothing to suggest his true allegiance. Contrary to what one might expect, the Mon Calamari walked with such grace and elegance that it put many First Order loyalists to shame. Almost swimming through the guests, he hunted for none other than [member="Dunames Lopez"], a face familiar to him. Even though most would disagree, she stood out even more than her favourite, most adorable Sith lord.

“Miss Dunames,” Veles stated slyly, sensing his chance as he approached the woman from behind, “Normally I’d say it is a surprise finding you here, but somehow I knew the Star Tours chief executive wouldn’t miss a chance to attend.”

Purple hair, porcelain skin, blood red dress – hard to miss, even in a crowd. Veles cautiously observed her looks, taking another subtle step closer and infiltrating the woman’s personal space as he appeared right next to her, right hand wrapping around Dunames’ waist in a gentle fashion once the door opened and the guests could swarm this holy place.

“Come, my friend,” whispered Veles into his favourite Star Tours CEO’s ear, “Let us witness this joyful occasion and offer our congratulations.”

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

(If it is ok I'll be bringing a guest, if not I shall edit this post)

Sara Lee Jones looked in the mirror quickly, black and red dress on to reflect the colors she was proud to serve under, however she would not be attending alone, she had a guest on tow this time, in which she guess would be the only other alien there, but thought it would be good to bring him

Who was she bringing? A man she had recently met, one that she had taken a odd liking to..mostly because he was a imperial like her...even if he was a four armed alien, he went against what she thought

Alright [member="Lanoitan Draugria"], just remember this is my supreme commanders weddimg, just...ignore the sneers and looks of many the first order people are...weary of alien types * she said as she walked towards the lavished castle and entered

 

[Lanoitan Draugria]

Even though she was weary of him coming, and that he'd be walking into a room full of Xenophobes, Lanoitan Draugria was invited by [member="Sara Lee Jones"] to come to a First Order wedding. Rather than Wear a normal Tuxedo, he decided to wear his old Imperial Uniform, with his Admiral Ranks and all. Sara was warning him about ignoring sneers and that this was her supreme Commander's weeding as they approached the beautiful castle where the wedding was being held.

"Sara, Trust me, I'll be fine with the sneers. I had to deal with them when I first became an Officer in the Imperial Navy, and I'll be able to deal with them here."

"Besides, they can see that I'm an old Imperial, judging by the ranks, the uniform, and how I carry myself."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Now rumors abound in First Order-land that there could be romantic goings-on with [member="Darth Veles"], not wearing the traditional heavy black robes of the Sith, and her. Avreet swiftly locating her among the sea of guests would do nothing to dispel any notion of these goings-on, and certainly not when approached from the back. Oh and a number of other guests were there: [member="Lanoitan Draugria"], [member="Sara Lee Jones"], [member="Ciana Teigra"], [member="Sioux Chambers"] and the Grand Moff in person, [member="Natasi Fortan"]. Time had come for the First Orderers to realize that it was not an ordinary wedding, with the many attendees from the upper echelons of First Order society in attendance. Several generals, admirals, and also members of the Moff Council and, of course, since Thakwaa was First Order property, the lone Thakwaash in the assistance, towering nearly everyone else, the Governor of Thakwaa, was readily present and was just behind the duet when they wanted to meet with the couple of newlyweds to offer their congratulations.

"Now that's one big day for you. Too pretty to be true!" she told [member="Ludolf Vaas"], knowing that [member="Marzena Choi"] hasn't arrived yet. "May the Force be with you and may you live happily with Marzena until death do you part"

 

[Alleycat]

The trip from Rilfor to Thakwaa took about twelve hours aboard a Deliberate-class Light Corvette that was assigned to Commissioner [member="Nathaniel Barrett"] for his diplomatic ventures of the First Order. Accompanying the Mayor of New Advora was the executive assistant to the Governor of Riflor, Madlyn Sol. The redhead was often seen by the commissioner's side while doing business on behalf of their homeworld they represented since the governor rarely if ever left his Mid Rim jurisdiction. Together the two would attend the wedding of Supreme Commander [member="Ludolf Vaas"] and [member="Marzena Choi"]; a VIP event not to be missed for First Order patrons and valued guests.

The grounds of Hexheim Castle were beautiful to say the least, and the setting sun in the west illuminating the highly-crafted structures with almost a heavenly glow was a wonderful backdrop for the nuptials that would be taking place just ahead inside the chapel. Madlyn's sapphire gems moved their gaze from the serene surroundings to the man whom she strolled along side. Nathaniel's profile was strong with broad shoulders and chiseled features including a cleft chin. He carried himself very confidently, and definitely could make a suit look good. Today was no exception. She only hoped her own appearance would compliment her diplomatic partner's worth in a positive light earning the rising politician in the ranks favorable points. Someday he would mostly likely be the Governor of Riflor, and Madlyn for one couldn't wait for that day to be honest. Working for the current lazy Head of State was frustrating at best.

"This is almost fairytale like, wouldn't you agree? I mean such a wondrous setting for a wedding, hmm?" Mads asked of Nate while adjusting the sheer dark blue shawl laying across her bare shoulders that matched the formal dress worn. "I can't even imagine the cost of this affair… I don't believe I'd want something this extravagant for myself. Would you?"

[member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Ciana Teigra"] [member="Dunames Lopez"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Sioux Chambers"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Lanoitan Draugria"]

 

[Claire Organa]

She had the present, and she had the dress. She had arrived with a guard to keep her from getting into trouble. But truly how much trouble could she find at a wedding, the last one had gone so well.

Now Claire wasn't real familiar with Marzena's husband-to-be [member="Ludolf Vaas"] she understood he was a very high ranking official within the First Order, and that Marzena had gone from the wishy washy I don't know girl to, I found the one, add into that she had a baby on the way. In certain circles this would be scandalous but this seemed to be the year for pregnant brides, were there also father's with blasters on hand.

Claire went and found the table where putting her gift would be appropriate, now to find the bride. Nerves. Claire was nervous. Why? First impressions. Yes. That was one reason. But what if Marzena's new husband didn't approve of Claire. Claire was not First Order... she was just Claire trying to keep her business going and build where she could, and so far all she had done was talk about that.

She didn't want to fail didn't want to...fall on her face.

Feth.

Claire was told that the bride was in the bridal suite well that only made sense right.

The castle grounds were stunning to say the least this was not simple in any realm, Claire finally over her own case of the jitters found the door to the Bridal suite, and knocked lightly. Gently she nudged the door open to peek inside. There were women everywhere. Claire shook her head and slipped inside.

She just stood there taking in the room, and the fuss, this was a day Marzena would revel in, her day, all eyes on her. Yes...it was what every bride wanted.

"So are we serving milk at this little get together?" She smiled.

[member="Marzena Choi"]

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Ludolf saw [member="Dunames Lopez"] approaching, and [member="Darth Veles"] not far behind her. If there were rumors about the two of them involved in an affair, they hadn't reached Ludolf. He was normally up to speed with the gossip among the higher echelons of the First Order, whether he liked it not, simply by virtue of the fact that he was the Supreme Commander. But this particular rumor had never found its way into his ears before, so he was not suspicious at all about seeing the two of them together in close proximity.

"Thank you, Ms. Lopez," Ludolf offered the CEO of Star Tours a genial smile and took her hand, dipping his head gratefully. "I hope you have a wonderful time. Do come to the reception."

Vaas stood back up to his full height again and waited at the altar. He looked past Dunames to the gathering crowd in the chapel; mostly faces he knew, some he did not. This was to be expected for his wedding, which inevitably would turn into a sort of diplomatic affair. Not just for relatives of [member="Marzena Choi"] whom he may not have met yet, but also emissaries from other factions who had arrived to give their well-wishes. And they would be well-recieved indeed. The First Order was strong in many ways, but it was sorely lacking allies.

Just then, the organ came to life with a joyful tune, resonating throughout the high stone walls for all to hear. The ceremony was beginning.

 

[Michael Wainford]

Michael and his XO walked into the chapel. The inside was as beautiful as the outside. On the other side stood the supreme commander in his dress uniform. Michael went down the aisle shaking other naval officer's hands while making a way to his seat. Michael found his seat on the left side of the aisle that was in between the front and middle. While the ceremony was beginning, Michael looked around and observed the people attending the wedding. He also watched the door the bride would soon come in from.

He enjoyed the music that was coming from the organ. The music bounced around the insides of the chapel. While waiting for the ceremony to begin, Michael took a small microphone out of his pocket, and whispered into the microphone. The microphone was communications for the FIV Warlock.

He puts the microphone back and his pocket, and looked out of the glass stained window and looked out to the evening sky.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

She gave a sigh as she looked to him and nodded

Alright alright I'm just warning is all

She said as she gave a slightly smile, she stood straight as she heard the organ start playing she found him and herself a seat as she forward, [member="Ludolf Vaas"] looked quote well today, she was happy for her supreme commander, maybe some day for her she'd have the same

[member="Lanoitan Draugria"]

 

[Lanoitan Draugria]

He'd follow [member="Sara Lee Jones"] into the castle, sitting directly next to her. He'd notice her smile and started thinking about how most people would think about a Interspecies relationship, especially those in here command, since he didn't want to ruin her career in the First Order. He saw her Supreme Commander, [member="Ludolf Vaas"], up at the altar, while several other First Order personnel were here, such as [member="Michael Wainford"](A First Order Navy Officer), [member="Dunames Lopez"](Someone from Star Tours, judging by the uniform), and several others.

 

[Marzena Vaas]

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With Sebastian out of the room, it was nice to share a moment with the girls. Even Mrs. Choi seemed to be enjoying herself, save for the occasional icy stare aimed at [member="Ciana Teigra"]. The conversations were momentarily interrupted by the florist, the scent of fragrant flowers drifted into the room along with him. Marzena stepped forward to inspect her bridal bouquet, and gently lifted it from the box. It was quite minimal, a small array of white roses, greenery, and delicate red accents to match the color scheme chosen for the wedding. With a gentle swing of her hand, she motioned for the bridesmaids to take their bouquets, too.

Mrs. Choi pinned a fresh flower brooch to her black dress, and gave Marzena a pat on the shoulder before leaving the room. She would be making her way to the chapel to take her seat in the front row.

Marzena took a deep breath and looked up towards the door in time to see [member="Claire Organa"] making her entrance. She instantly flashed her friend a bright smile. Strolling over, Marzena pulled Claire into a brief hug. “Milk?” She asked, laughing. “Well, maybe for me, but you girls can enjoy the champagne at the reception.”

There was no time to pop any bottles now, for the ceremony was about to start.

The sharply dressed wedding coordinator stood in the doorway, here to collect the bridal party. Marzena watched as her bridesmaids filed out of the room, and after a moment alone, she followed after them. Sebastian had parted ways with the groom at the chapel, and came walking back to fetch the bride. He offered his sister an arm, and began to escort her across the bride, where the sun was falling in a golden haze. In this light, Marzena couldn’t help but notice how much Sebastian was starting to look like their father. She missed him dearly. It had been over a year since his passing, but Marzena hoped that just maybe he would be there to watch over her today.

Marzena and Sebastian paused outside the chapel; the procession of flower girls went first, followed by the ring bearer, and then the bridesmaids. As she glanced past the bridal party making their way down the aisle, she could just make out the white-clad form of [member="Ludolf Vaas"] waiting for her at the altar. Her heart fluttered, and her chestnut eyes began to fill with tears.

“Uljima…” Don’t cry, he urged her in Seoulian, but tucked a handkerchief into her palm.

Sebastian flashed his sister an encouraging smile, he drew her towards the ornately framed chapel doorway. The two stood silhouetted against the evening sun, and then took their first steps down the red carpeted aisle that had been sprinkled with white petals.

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