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The capital of the newly established Silver Jedi Concord; An alliance formed between the Order of the Silver Jedi and the planets they swore to defend. Together this united front seeks to uphold the continued peace and prosperity of the people. Guiding them, a triumvirate of elected officials:
Penelope, of Commenor.
Vril, of Cato Neimoidia.
And Castien, of Thustra.
They have been chosen to represent the Concord on the galactic stage, and tonight, a gala is being hosted in the Chasin City convention hall following their inauguration. A chance to celebrate, socialize, and to meet the new faces of Concord politics. Following a series of stirring speeches by each executive, the night is now underway, with plenty of opportunities to enjoy. The live band offers song and dance, tables are filled to the edge with a quality banquet, and what better time to strike conversation than at a gathering of the sphere’s biggest public figures? And of course, all members of the Silver Jedi have been invited as honored guests, alongside any and all other members of the public who wish to partake in the festivities.
So tonight, enjoy life. And cheers to the future.
I mean really, what could go wrong upon this joyous day?
Rune Darra had received the invitation. He'd even shown up on time at the right place. Commenor was certainly decked out in it's finest. He wasn't even being shot at and that counted for a lot.
It marked a nice change to his usual day, Yes, the life of a Jedi Knight was full of perils. But the Mon Cal knew no other life. He couldn't be too upset, and indeed, he usually just shrugged it off.
Except for time with the Krayt Dragon. That hadn't gone exactly to plan. No one had died, thank the Force, but...well....
Lots of unintended property damage. There had been insurance and so that worked out. He was pretty certain the new building probably was going to happen with our without the natural predator. He'd only sped it up.
That was then, he told himself, this is now. He only hoped for no Krayt Dragons....
Today, Caedyn Arenais wasn't only present as a member of the Order of the Silver Jedi, but also the sole representative of the House Arenais, his parents of whom had formerly ruled over the World and many others around it before the Silver Jedi had agreed to take the trade nation under their protection.
Adorning the Jedi Robes fashioned with the House Arenais and Commenor Sigil's upon either shoulder, Caedyn had decided that the occasion had been befitting of their apparel; After-all, his Sister nor his Mother would ever be likely to wear a set, so at the very least, the Galaxy had to see them in action at-least once.
Truth be told, Caedyn wasn't certain who he would be meeting or seeing in attendance of this celebration. The occasion marked a significant change in the government and leadership structure of the former Silver Jedi Order, not the Silver Jedi Conclave.
No longer would the Silver Jedi themselves be looked to with the responsibility of answering the call to arms, but perhaps be given the time to go back to their Peace-keeping ways where they were less the soldier and ever more the scholar or the guardian of justice.
Less work for the political nature of the Galaxy and more focus on what it really meant to serve in the peoples interests.
Times such as these were important to be in attendance of, and as such he had encouraged his Padawan Kyra Perl
to come along. To help prove to her that being a Jedi wasn't only about handling a lightsaber, but also about building connections with others, and taking the time to share in common interests.
Beltran took the corner swiftly, easing off the throttle just enough to keep from skidding out and then accelerating hard into the turn. His new speeder sped through the streets of Chasin city, bobbing and weaving through the traffic. In his peripheral, he could see the hand of Debbis Endo gripping the overhead safety strap for dear life.
Endo, the public face of Beltran's corporation: Obsidian Star Technologies, seemed to be struggling to keep his breakfast on the correct side of his digestive tract. "C-can we...maybe...slo-slow down a bit?" He ventured between increasingly desperate gulps.
"Don't worry," Beltran replied, his voice as even as ever. "If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't destroy a beautiful machine like this to do it." While his words might have seemed like they were intended to comfort the terrified mogul, the sudden dark edge in tone with which they were delivered guaranteed they were not.
A few weeks before the Battle of Yurb, Beltran had been visiting Endo on Denon when they'd come under attack by a group of vigilantes. Angry about corporate injustice, or something-Beltran still wasn't exactly sure. Beltran had engaged them, and been caught with a stun bolt. It was then that Endo had pushed him out of the limo they'd been in and left him to be captured.
It was obvious why the man had done it, the little money-grubbing weasel wanted full control over the company. The truth was, if the situations had been reversed, Beltran would have probably done the same. Lukcily, a little chemically induced fear and several long monologues later, Beltran had been released more or less unharmed.
He'd been deciding how to respond to the man's betrayal when he'd been called back to the Silver Jedi's stronghold on Kashyyyk and subsequently deployed with the ground forces sent to repel the Bryn'adul on Yurb. Since that time, Beltran had been recovering from his wounds and finding himself going on off-the-books missions for the Antarian Rangers.
This was the first time, in a long time, that Beltran had a moment to himself and he intended to have some fun. At Debbis Endo's expense. Officially, Endo was here as a representative of Obsidian Star, hoping to make some lasting business ties with the newly centralized, Concordat government here on Commenor.
Beltran was playing the part of his driver and bodyguard. It was a position that allowed him to keep an eye on Endo as he made the rounds and sought contracts and allowed him to ensure that this first step of consolidating the governments of the Silver Sphere went off without a hitch.
He'd also, not so subtly, hinted to Endo that if the business talks he engaged in didn't bear fruit then it was highly unlikely that the businessman would leave the planet alive.
After all, a man still needed to have his fun.
As they pulled onto the street where the venue stood, Beltran slowed the speeder down to a respectable speed. He wore a dark suit and black sunglasses, looking every bit the part of paid security. While it was possible that someone might be attending this party that Beltran knew, or had worked with, he doubted that anyone would give him more than a slight glance. Context was everything, and nobody in the SJC had ever seen Beltran outside of his Ranger BDU's and battle armor.
Pulling up to the front of the convention hall and parked the vehicle. Stepping out of the speeder, he handed the activation key to one of the valet droids and went to open the passenger door. "Right this way, Mr. Endo." Beltran said, the epitome of professionalism. "We've arrived."
"I-uhh..thank you. Yes, I see that."
Once Endo was out, Beltran turned and led his charge up the steps to the grand entrance. Dozens, if not hundreds, of other beings were walking the crimson carpet, getting their pictures taken for the holo-feeds. Endo was rich, but not famous in the way that would make anyone this far from the Core take notice. Maybe if they'd been on Coruscant...
Upon reaching the top, Beltran and Endo were stopped by security. "Invitations please," Said a burly looking Duros in broken basic." Beltran produced Endo's invitation, which allowed for a personal escort for protection. The guard scanned it and nodded, waving them through.
Once they were inside, Beltran took his leave of Endo-assuring the other man that he'd be around to check on his progress. From there, Beltran would walk the room, keeping toward the back and sizing up the various guests as they were arriving. As always, he was looking for threats, but also for opportunities.
Commenor, Concordia Inauguration Gala
Clothes: (x)
With: Caden Evesa
He has said it before and he'll say it again, he was not a fan of formal wear. The suits always seems to fit wrong, it is never long enough, the pants are too tight. All these different things. But it was a nice event, so he just put up with it. After some dessert he should be fine.
Walking into the entrance of the convention hall they were stopped. After providing the invitation they were allowed inside. The party was already hopping, with a lot of people he recognized. He wasn't sure if his Padawan would stick with him or go socialize. Either worked.
"Padawan, now this is a celebration. You can go socialize if you want, or you can stick with me. Whatever you would like to do. Well, within reason."
Scanning the crowd he was always staying alert for potential threats. This was a peaceful event, but who knows. His lightsaber was stored in his arm, ready for use at any moment. Hopefully nothing happened. Happily he walked over to the food.
Darlyn was, not fully better, but he was stable and awake. And sober, unfortunately, something he had wanted to avoid being for the past month and done more than adequately in that regard. Alas, for an occasion like this he had to remain professional, and that meant abstaining from the heavy drinking that characterized his life. Best he'd be getting now would be those too small, too fancy little glasses of champagne no doubt. Maybe Commenori brandy if he was lucky.
Of course he had notoriously bad luck, at least in his eyes, which likely meant the weak drinks of tonight would just be a shadow of what he needed. Ah well, at the least he had the lovely Auburn Sioda
with him this time, keeping him both calm and, dare he say happy? Yes, yes he dare say that, the soft little smile he could feel on his lips couldn't be anything else but happiness. She was absolutely stunning in that regard, to bring his smile out despite the dark weight over him, crushing him, stealing away his breath and will to leave his room. She truly deserved her titles...
The luxury speeder they rode in made its way into Chasin City proper quickly, leaving them little time to catch up, though truth be told Darlyn's tale to tell seemed to be more or less immediately understood by her, yet another of her gifts he supposed. She'd spent the ride with him being more or less silent, soaking in her brilliant Light, finding the comfort other Lights only filled with a garish glare. When they finally arrived, for once he felt energized, as he stepped out, helping her along. The very moment they had however, and made their way to the gala itself, his... error became obvious.
He'd been with her for what seemed at least a year, and had somehow neglected to tell... well anyone. For the public, including the holocasters now filming attendees, this was news. And every caster for a Commenori news feed would want to ask a thousand questions. He gently did his best to lead Auburn through, past them without being bombarded by too many, offering his best attempt at a polite dismissal if he had to, until he got to the ticket taker, so to speak. Of course he was able to get them in, why would Commenor's president be forbidden entry?
Once inside, he breathed out a small sigh of relief, and looked around at the attendees. It was good to see everything going along well, and he could feel a bit at ease seeing everything going calmly. He loosened up a bit, and let himself lead Auburn just a bit further inwards, before noticing someone specific. The small, slight grin from before returned, and grew quite wide as he lead Auburn quickly, making his way towards Caedyn Arenais. The idea that he was actually sneaking up on him never occurred to him, his nephew would certainly be more than a little familiar with Darlyn's presence, even if he had grown in strength massively since the last they talked.
Once he was within polite, inside-voice distance, Darlyn spoke up. "Hey there 'Snotface', come into town and you don't even come say hello? I wasn't aware I made such a bad impression on you!" Darlyn chuckled a little bit at himself, continuing to move a little closer to his nephew. If or when he opted to look up at Darlyn, if he was astute and remembered Darlyn's presence well, he might pick up just the smallest, fledgling link between himself and his guest.
It was the Victory walk. The Lord-Regent of Kuat with his walking stick and the Director of the Galaxy with his hoverboard beside him.
Why the Victory walk? They defeated the Bryn'adul at Yurb. Yes, the Lord-Regent of Kuat and the Director of the Galaxy. How? Space twitter. Insider trading. And through other nefarious means of dominating influence.
The path ahead of them opened up, you could not potentially stop this tide of clout. Split the seas of people, all eyez on us.
Patricians in Commenor.
Ain't even 'pose to be here; ball so hard, since we here.
Crystal champagne, toast to the newly elected triumvirate. More specifically to Vril of Cato Neimodia.
"I was recently on call with Vril, he'll come around to paying all the expenses we've incurred over the campaign against the Sith and the Bryn'adul. He's a great man. I told him BALL or WALL." Julius casually explained to his friend the Director of the Galaxy - THE Gat Tambor
- hovering next to him. "Do I have your assurance on his compliance?"
The Silver Jedi Concord. A peculiar mess of an Galactic entity. Though they held much power and influence throughout the Mid-Rim, the structuring of their government was an enigma...until now.
Alongside the Bastion of Liberty that was Julius Loghain
, Gat Tambor hovered alongside the Lord Regent of Kuat into the Chasin City convention hall. If he was glad over anything it was the election of his good friend, Vril, the Neimoidian industrialist to which Gat Tambor had conducted many productive joint projects and business deals. Very cool.
"ERRRRRRRRRRERERERRGRRRRUREUEP- Vril will pay the debts...or approach you with a more beneficial deal, as is the way of going in the business world, Julius. Otherwise, yes. No doubt he will keep to his end of the agreement, my friend." The Skakoan muttered through his vocoder to the Kuati. Gat Tambor also had no idea what he was talking about.
Umedara only smiled as she swiped the flute of champagne from a wandering tray. Commenor, huh? Sotta was highly amused, it seemed that none of the Silvers had wisened up to the Hutt's schemes so far. So she planned on keeping it that way, Ume took a sip of the champagne and spat it out. Leave it to the Silvers and the 'classy' types of Commenor to bring in the drudgery of alcohol. She placed her flute back on another wandering tray and scanned the area for anything of interest. Nothing but the goody-good types, Jedi, would-be Jedi and someone who probably thought way more of themselves than they really were.
The chosen leaders of the new Silver Concord. The Mirialan still had to remember the day the Silvers arrived at her homeworld and dropped a bomb of light across a good chunk of the capital city. It was a day she wasn't going to forget any time soon, and so she took pleasure in making sure that the Silvers were just a little uncomfortable. The party was dull so far, at least until she laid eyes on the Gat Tambor. She had heard of him through various channels, and at the very least she would be able to have some fun but she saw him with another guy, one she didn't quite know of but either way - better to make friends here right? After all, it was a whole new world.
Another day, another PR event on behalf of the Order. The Warlord of Nirauan's unique position as the Order's sole Jedi had put in into this position before. He was young and marketable to the outside forces in and around the Core, and his lack of affiliation with the more...questionable elements from the Unknown Region's preeminent faction meant that his presence at events was usually more tolerated depending on the crowd in question.
Regardless, as a foreign dignitary on behalf of the Imperial Order, Luc didn't expect to run into much trouble that night. He was in attendance without a protection detail, but the lightsaber clipped to the stylish belt should have deterred all but the most determined of assailants if any at all were present that night.
But just in case it wasn't, it didn't hurt to have a back-up plan lined up in the form of the date he was bringing along with him for the night. Not that he truly needed the extra protection detail, but Luc wasn't the type to turn down the opportunity to have a beautiful woman with him on a date-- especially when he had nothing planned in the first place.
Luc's presence was mostly a lowkey affair by the time he entered the room. A few familiar faces were spotted in the form of Gat Tambor
and Julius Loghain
, and Luc would navigate over to their direction after retrieving a pair of drinks for him and his date along the way. Peering across to the woman in question, Luc would give her a smile as he nodded towards the Skakoan and the Lord Regent of Kuat. "To believe the most familiar faces in the room are also two of the most annoying, yet influential people that I've ever met. You'll get a kick out of these two, just wait and see~" He gave Rowan Corde a wink before returning his gaze back towards their direction.
A smile and a respectful nod followed once he was in their presence. "Mr. Tambor and Mr. Loghain, long time no see." Truthfully he'd only ever met the latter in passing during the few times he'd been to the Core on official business, but the man had left a large enough impression for Luc to have remembered him fondly.
//: Dangerous Woman //:
//: Commenor //: Chasin City //:
//: Arm Candy //: Lucien Dooku
//:
//: Conversation //: Gat Tambor
//: Julius Loghain
//:
Parties, Balls, Galas, they weren't very much in Rowan's wheelhouse. They weren't her thing unless she was working - so when she usually arrived at places like this, she was some sort of arm candy for the asset she was planning to murder in cold blood. Usually, they were corrupt or were corrupt against what her government had decided what was right. Either way, these events only served the purpose of her to learn and to get close to her target. Yet, tonight was completely different. She planned on having more than a dance with Lucian Dooku, but it wasn't something she would put on a resume.
A small smile spread across her face as she pondered the reasoning for her being here. It was a different thought process that she had to deal with, for once she had to indeed be herself, not agent her, but Rowan - fun Rowan. She relished in it, and having to not have to work tonight was a beautiful thing. Also, she hoped the man at her side could tell when she was going to want a drink, like a proper gentleman.
There he was on queue, she took the drink and flashed him a smile. Seemed the estranged Prince of Serenno knew how to treat a lady. Points in his corner, he was more than just a cute face. Rowan relaxed a bit as she leaned into him, hearing him speak about the gentleman they were heading towards. The Atrisian woman couldn't help but chuckle softly at his comment. "Ah, it seems so. I'm assuming they're politicians. They always seem to be the ones that love the sound of their voice the most."
An arm looped around the Prince's arm, she possessively held a loose grip on him as she looked around. The man was her prey for the evening, everyone else in the room was a Jedi or some sort of politician. Both bothered her and annoyed her to a point. Still, Lucian's friends seemed to be politicians, so she was going to play nice.
On the approach, Rowan took a sip of her drink. The Silver Jedi were decent at picking out alcohol, that was a positive for them. From what she remembered from her missions was that they were a group that knew how to party. They weren't alone in the Galaxy though, the Confederacy also knew how to throw a spectacular event. Musing over this, she nodded after Lucian's hello. Her smile softened as she spoke with a tender, lyrical voice, "Good evening Mr. Tambor and Mr…" She trailed off as her mind finally remembered where she had seen and heard Julius Loghain's name. "Mr. Loghain. My pleasure to finally meet you, I follow you quite loyally on Space Twitter."
Commenor
Inauguration Gala
Clothing: (x)
Weapon: (x)
With: Okkeus Dainlei
He adjusted his suit jacket gently.
In numerous ways he was glad he had purchased the suit. He hadn't expected to need it so soon after purchase but he was especially glad he had it to hand. He hadn't expected the invitation to Commenor to read "formal" anyway if he had to admit it, he expected to be able to get away with his basic Jedi robes.
He adjusted the glassesattached to the front of his shirt. They made him look quite cool, he thought, and they were there so he could grab them at a moment's notice. He was hoping he wouldn't need them, but they were there just to be safe.
He had hidden his weapon under his jacket, not visible to the naked eye but there if needed. He assumed his mentor had done something similar. Okkeus was always on edge, like he expected something to happen, something to go wrong. Hopefully he would relax tonight.
The duo got let in without much fuss. Both of their invitations checked out as completely genuine, as representatives of The Silver Jedi they were welcome in Concord space. Caden wasn't surprised by this, he was just a genuinely nice guy who had no reason to get turned away.
He listened to his mentor talk, speaking about how he could stick close or go and mingle. While not entirely a people person, it was part of a Jedi's duty to mingle and make connections and that's what he would do. Plus, if he mingled he might well get to see Kyra Perl
about.
"Within reason? Don't worry Master, this is my first time on Commenor. I don't intend to get drunk this time and make a fool of myself, I'll keep that to Nar Shaddaa. It's you that should relax Master, let your hair down. I'm sure absolutely nothing will go wrong tonight."
He laughed gently and strolled into the crowd. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, he didn't really recognize anyone around him. Many seemed to be intergalactic diplomats from other places in the galaxy, other places that Caden had never had the pleasure or luxury of exploring.
He spotted a few familiar faces, obviously Okkeus was floating about. He spotted the Mon Calamari figure of Molly Stellaris
walking about and gave a stern, yet warm and greeting nod in his general direction. He recognized absolutely no-one else in the building and it gave him a little bit of anxiety.
Hopefully someone would come make small talk, he wasn't interested in being attached to Okkeus all night.
He bounced on the steps, taking two at a time, the night was young. Tucked in the inner pocket of his suit, his invitation which he flashed at the goons at the door. “Weapons?”, the human bouncer asked, Eldin grinned, “Nah thanks I got me own”, they were not amused, a big flat hairy palm of the Wookiee beside him insisted on the hand over. Reluctantly, Eldin handed over his twin pistols, new ones since the last lot were stolen.
A slight hesitation, Eldin adjusted his suit jacket to sit straight on his chest, a keen eye watching the Wookiee with his pistols as he placed them on the shelf behind the check in room. As their attention turned to the couple behind him, going through the same routine of ‘invitations please’, Eldin entered the gala room, feeling somewhat insecure without his guns.
Well this is flash.
The room decked out in all manner of flowers and decorations, tables prepared for the evening’s meal and plenty of finely dressed people from all quarters of the galaxy. He felt a little out of place. He clung to the periphery, moving toward the drinks table with it’s sparkling glasses and white cut tablecloth.
“Whiskey if ya wouldn’t mind”, as polite as Eldin could be. “On the rocks”.
Eyes rolled amused at her date's actions at the door. It never bothered her in the slightest as she was gently led through the adjacent security line. Flashing her own invitation at the guards, before turning over Tsuriai and watching how the rogue played with his own response made her giggle.
Once completely through, she had finished first of course, she accepted an offered arm and was led to the bar. Taking in all the glitz and glam, she thought of the palace back home. She had been caught up with so much lately time for such was limited. But that's not for thks day...
The duo reached the bar top and Eldin ordered a whiskey for himself, to which she held up two fingers and winked to give her order. Her attention turned to him as they waited,"Isn't this just a lovely event! I don't know about you, but I'm excited to see where the future takes our silver friends." the child-like glitter in her eyes showed her excitement on the matter as she spoke.
Everyone in Chasin City knew Klesta for his intense devotion to ergonomic assessments so it was of no surprise to him that Caedyn Arenais would be present. However, there was one client that had a years-old preorder for ergonomic assessments and that never went around to actually book the assessments: Bradshaw Ku
. He wasn't ready to let go of the would-be customer, yet, the ergonomic assessor was not daunted by the presence of the high society. He looked around, not really knowing who would actually be the kind to order ergonomic assessments, nor to understand the benefits of such. In the ergonomic assessments world you could lead the proverbial horse to the water but you can't make it drink: that is, you can explain what's in it for the customer in its particular context, but the customer still makes the final decision.
"Utinni! Ripe, juicy ergonomic assessments! With ergonomic assessments you can prevent catastrophic work accidents!"
The man adjusted his tie as he entered the gala. Damian was a man of many interests, he had always thought it was best to know a little bit about every subject and become an expert in those areas that he could. While at home in the wilderness and able to survive in harsh conditions this was his true arena. The ballrooms and bijou’s of high society held a special place in his heart. At first he’d hated it, hobnobbing with the elites and blending in. It had been an exercise in his greatest ability, lying. The young man wasn’t one of them, a snobbish elitist bore. The young Damian was a simple poor boy, a victim of circumstance, while the adult had used that circumstance to amass wealth that would turn many of the sycophants that probably inhabited this ballroom green.
Wearing one of his million credits suits Damian sauntered into the ballroom and looked around. A hand instinctively went to his breast pocket where he felt the flask. No need for it here tonight though, there would be ample enough supply for the guests. There were a few faces he recognized, but more he didn’t. Then again he rarely socialized with the rest of the Jedi in the order. That was a mistake that had to be remedied.
Instrumental music wasn’t too far off from the crooners that he’d been hearing at the various casinos and entertainment complexes being opened by Brightstar. He’d attended far too many of them in recent days and was looking forward to a more sober event.
His mind moved as he walked about the large ballroom. Thoughts abroad to be pruned and refocused. Threat assessments were drawn as he examined people for hidden blasters or other hostile intent. Security wasn’t his job. Reminding himself of this was important, instincts were important but it could also be important to let loose. Or at least let loose for Damian, the man was always on duty so he made it his duty to have fun as well.
Walking up to a buffet table he picked up a few morsels of food held by toothpicks. Thoughts of Joza at the Chase Fashion Charity Gala brought a smile to his face. Many years ago and yet still a pleasant memory.
Time to make the rounds. Damian began by gladhanding a politician and moving onto a local business owner and one of his salespersons a comely woman who reminded him of a more subdued Brooke Waters… although why she would pop into his mind was lost to him.
And then he arrived at Caedyn Arenais and gave him a pleasant smile before walking over. He’d never met the man, but knew of him of course. “So how has my niece been?" Damian asked, walking forward.
Auburn sat across from Darlyn Excron
in the speeder, smiling excitedly out the windows as the city buildings passed them by. It had been so long, too long, since she and Darlyn had been together in person. She was glad to see the smile on his face, he always sounded so... tired, when they spoke. Niamh had told her that Darlyn was doing better since Concord Dawn, and now Auburn could see that for herself.
As they arrived to the gala, Auburn took Darlyn's hand to help her out of the speeder. The crystals pinned into her braided hair among the violet flowers caught the lights of the Commenori news casters, and she smiled at them as Darlyn led her gently inside, not even realizing why they seemed to be so... focused, on her.
Her hand held onto Darlyn's upper arm as he guided her into the gala proper, her smile never leaving her face. Auburn's gaze wandered around, curious, as there were so many people here. So many races she had never seen nor heard of! Oh, and not to mention the architecture of the building was- Where was she being tugged to? Auburn's attention snapped to Darlyn as he led her to Caedyn Arenais and called the young man... Snotface?
Blink. Blink.
Oh well.
"Déithe duit, young man."
Auburn smiled and curtsied slightly to Caedyn. When Damian Starchaser
walked up to the three of them, he seemed to ignore her and Darlyn's presence entirely! Now, Auburn was not one to get upset often, but being ignored was something she loathed. Her grip on Darlyn's arm tightened ever so slightly, and her smile went from one of happiness to one of held back annoyance.
Since the first contact of intelligence species at the dawn of advanced space travel, the people of the galaxy sought endlessly to establish order and maintain peace. Well, most of them did anyway. Wherever democracy flourished, peace followed, and even when thwarted, repeatedly, by the evils of that plagued their galaxy it never took long for democracy to reappear. More than anything, Adhira believed in democracy and for many years she stood as a stalwart sentry against those who sought to undermine it. Consequently, she was elated at the recent developments within the Silver Sphere.
The elder Balmorran spared no expense on the finery she had selected for the occasion - a fact that became evident as she glided into the government hall. She was swaddled in a custom made gown of ebony silk with fiery embellishments in shades of gold, fuchsia, ruby, and harlequin licking up the sides of her dress and along her shawl. A sunburst of crystal shards hung from her neck and caught the light as she moved. Finally, pinning together her intricately woven hair was the emblazoned emblem of the Alliance.
Adhira was not alone, though as a number of equally well-dressed Senators and Representatives walked with her.
"A glorious day for the galaxy," she smiled out over the crowd that had already amassed inside the hall. She managed to make out a few familiar faces, too. Gat Tambor
and Julius Loghain
had proceeded the other Senators and were already rubbing elbows. 'Typical' she thought at the sight. There were also representatives from the Outer Planets Alliance and the New Imperial Order that she could make out from her vantage point. No one that piqued her interest like the thought of whatever Tambor and Loghain were scheming about.
"Oh, good!" Her attention was briefly pulled away by a passing tray of glass flutes filled with bubbly amber liquid. She grabbed one as it went by and resolved to observe for the moment while she enjoyed her drink.
Yuroic had been a little confused, well perhaps little was somewhat of an understatement for how confused he had been, he had gotten more lost since they had moved to Commenor to be closer to the Jedi Healers. Jairdain
had insisted that they do this for his condition, it was hard for him to remember what his condition was or why the healers couldn't help him fully heal already. He would have a big headache when he tried to focus on remembering what was wrong but it never came to him until Jairdain mentioned it but he hadn't asked lately to be reminded. He walked into the gala with his suit looking dishevelled, he had the shirt untucked and his hair and facial hair were unkempt. He wandered into the building, he had overheard that there was a gala and sneaked out of the house. He wasn't interested being stuck indoors all day and wanted to explore the area that he had moved to and the gala seemed ideal for that.
The man looked several sizes too small for his suit, he had been losing a lot of his muscle mass since he wasn't eating or exercising as much. It was just hard keeping track of things like that and it meant his look stood out even more. He looked like a gaunt, shadow of his former self. The old Jedi Master wandered to the bar, there was a sea of faces that he could not recognise. Taking a glass, he drank the alcohol slowly, been too long since he had a decent beverage like this, and it had been even longer since he had been to a party. Last one he had been to was where he had met his Padawan, Asaraa... No, wait that wasn't the last one. It had been prom... Was it prom? His forehead ached again, it was hard trying to keep track of these parties.
It had been awhile, that was all that mattered. He hadn't been to a party with people in awhile and this was nice. He knew that, and he hung onto that feeling. Didn't matter how little or much he remembered.
Nandia approached the venue, marveling at how massive and ornate the scene was. She couldn't believe that she'd ever find herself among such unique characters, mingling on such opulant floors, indulging in such delectable foods. Even the conversions, of which she heard only snippets, seemed somehow high-class despite how trivial the subjects seemed to be.
She had only just left her homeworld and become a part of the Order, so she didn't have much to spend on fine clothes. Thus, she wore a simple long, lavender slip dress, with white flats and a mildly intricate silver neckpiece, along with silver wristguards. Her blaster was also concealed on a holster on her thigh; she didn't want to come with a weapon, but considering everybody else here is far more practiced in the Force than she is, she wanted to have some form of protection in case things went awry.
Exploring the setting, she almost completely forgot about the ongoing conversations as she became faced with the banquet tables; lined with esoteric foods which she doesn't even know how to eat most of, she began trying each, one by one. Many of them offered a... peculiar taste, but the rest blew her mind; she had no idea that sensations like these could even be perceived by the mouth! Even the alcohol didn't seem alcoholic to her; she braced herself against the burning nostrils and watery eyes that come with what she's used to, but there was none of that here. She even had to confirm with a server that they were alcoholic.
Once she'd had her fill, she figured she should socialize for a while until she grows hungry enough to eat again. Standing in the corner sipping a glass of red wine, she surveyed the room, looking for potential conversation partners...
Amani Serys
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