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[Davik Haize]

OBJ. III
Casaana

She said, "Body is already crammed full enough, and it mostly gets around on repulsors” the way a grizzled salvage mechanic from the fringes does. “So yeah, into the leg. It already mostly matched." With that same certainty of a man who made boats fly with nothing short of junk and a prayer.

“I guess.” he said, looking at the droid parts coming together, and it came to him that his own little hovering droid was missing. A pang of distress ran up his spine. Where is Skip? Incoherent memories flashed through his mind again. Stop. Focus. Get your bearings together.

Davik looked at her, wondering whether he was seeing things again: a girl working on a droid in the middle of some noble, social gathering on Naboo. Nothing made sense. But even if he was, this might be his own imagination giving him the tools to piece together the wreckage that was his mind.

“Mind if I help?” he said, “Doesn’t look like either of us belongs to… whatever the hell this shindig is about.”​

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

OBJECTIVE II

Persephone opened her mouth to say that aquaponics farms did grow seafood but quickly shut it. Didn't seem worth it to try to correct this guy on the finer aspects of agriculture and food production. All he was focused on was eating said fruits of food production.

Taking a sip of her shimmerwine,she merely nodded instead, thinking that the safer option. This was an event for refugees after all, not for correcting Jedi.

Before she could change the subject the Chancellor arrived, giving an impromptu speech. Persephone idly wondered what the Chancellor would do about the Tapani issue.Burn the enemy out of a hole apparently. The teenager didn't pay attention before because she truly had no plans on living in the area before this. Hopefully this wouldn’t interrupt her plans.

Eyebrow raised slightly as the man mentioned nearly fainting from talking. Talking in front of a group of his peers. It didn't inspire any hope within her if this man was in a true battle.

“Why? Were they going to beat you with canes if you failed the presentation?”

A legitimate question in her eyes. Otherwise what would be the point of nearly passing out. Then eyes turned to him and she took another sip of her wine, unbothered.

“Oh, no thank you. I don’t eat the equivalent of sea bugs.”

Rich coming from a girl who had been forced to eat rodents before.

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Zee could move silently. All part of his programming on the security and bodyguard side of things. Highly advanced servos also helped, but the droid found moving purposefully also assisted in his endeavor.

Such as right now when he was walking up behind Mister Arlos. Metal hand reached out and fell on the teenagers shoulder.

[ Why are you hiding Mister Arlos? It seems you are trying to stare a hole in Miss Persephone. ]

Optical sensors dimmed, as if he was blinking, but in reality he was relaying information.

[ I do not believe she has psychic powers to sense your intense gaze. ]

Kael Vayra | Kiran Arlos ​

 

[Oriana Indupar]

Guinevere Cavello | Evandro Wenelle
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Oriana gave a small curtsy as Guinevere approached to speak with her. The other outranked her in the royal hierarchy, and it only seemed appropriate given the public setting. She had been raised with a great deal of manners and rigid expectations, this being one of them. From what she could tell it was outdated in the High Republic. However, she hadn't met all of the noble families yet.

"Princess Cavello."

Giving a small flush at the compliment, Oriana shook her head.

"I didn't do much Guinevere. Merely followed your directions." Speaking of, her gaze carefully searched the room. "Have you seen Lord Wenelle? I need to know when he is ready for his speech so we can call the room to attention."

 

[Malcolm Ironmaster]

Objective 2: The Grand Ballroom
Tags: Jairdain Ismet-Thio , Jax Thio , Open

Malcolm smiled. "Tranquility, Master Thio. I didn't mean to interrupt a tender moment between my friend and her husband." Despite his social anxiety, Malcolm was rather perceptive when he wanted to be. "How does the evening find you, Jax?"

 

[Vulpesen]

"Another day, another dance," Vulpesen murmured as his boots clicked softly against the marble halls of the Naboo ballroom. Once upon a time, those boots had crunched in the gravel and grit of battlefields across the galaxy. The coat that rested on him had deflected sabers and blaster bolts in equal measure, preventing him from bearing the mortal wounds threatened by such weapons. Now, the silk shimmered with glittering phrik dust, scrubbed and cleaned from that grime. only the faintest hint of ozone could be detected if one pressed their nose into the fabric. He led a different life now, one of politics, intrigue, and dances.

Maybe he was getting more sedate in his older age, or perhaps it was the gorgeous woman who walked at his side, but he was finding himself more at ease at these functions. He still felt a bit out of place when it came to moving with the music, but at least his skin no longer crawled at the concept of speaking with dignitaries and diplomats.

It weas a further comfort that at the edges of his mind, he could sense the familiar presences of his sister and Jax somewhere within the room. Everywhere he looked nowadays, it seemed that he had family on the periphery. It was a comfort he had never expected in his youth, but one that he was more than grateful for, nowadays. "So, what's on the agenda for tonight?" he asked, his golden eyes turning towards Ra'a'mah .

Jax Thio