Where the victims go we follow [GR dom over Azure]

[Weiss]

Azure​

[media]https://youtu.be/4MR6D7tL38U[/media]​

With the ever going war the waves of fugitives seem endless and with them the strain on every world has been immense. Republic efforts to aid the war fugitives are an ever going struggle and to many it appears hopeless.
The struggle has however not been abandoned. Far from it.

With republic help groups of civilian victims of the various wars in the galaxy has found their way to the more or less abandoned world of Azure where the Republic has reopened an old republic space port. Having it expanded and redesigned to fit this new purpose an actual city has started to take form with the help of engineers from Manaan.

To try and raise money for the refugees a charity event is taking place on the planet. The old main waiting hall has been rebuilt to fit the occasion and investors are flown in from all over the galaxy.

Republic officials, officers, jedi and politician among with some of the more wealthier in the Republic are all invited to this gala evening to mingle, enjoy some of the galaxies most famous artists and foremost donate money to the Republic charity fond that so far has given solid ground to over two systems.


OOC

Welcome to the GR dominion for Azure.
Please help us dominion by choosing any of below objective or mix em up.
Just respect the overall story arcs purpose.
20 posts per writer goes as per usual and please note your post count if you participate.

Objectives:

A - The Gala
Join the gala evening for a tuxedo and gown festivity where our characters can mingle and get to know each others, as well as lighten your purse for the good cause!
Any republic character or ally of the cause are welcome to attend as guests. Military personael might even be ordered... your call .

B - Show off
Is your character an artist? Well here is your chance to perform. Give us an enjoyable read and don't be shy
Bear in mind what would be believable for the purpose of the gala.

C - Security detail
If you dont feel that your character would dress up in a tuxedo or gown for the occasion do not fear. the Gala has top priority security. Your agent or soldier or a jedi could wel be here for that purpose just as well.

D - Underwater base... basement?
On the far side of the planet a secret underwater base has been constructed. Here you can study the marine wild life or experiment on some new underwater technology.

E- do your own thing
Dont feel shy on proposing an idea of your own. go with the flow and just touch in with the overall setting and you are good to go.

Enjoy! ​

Spoiler

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Sressechka"] [member="Dia Torr"] [member="Barrien Siegfried"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Willam Forlon"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Fixx Kearney"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Mak Manto"] [member="Crowley Furtim"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Quinncolson"] [member="Julyet Thackeray"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="November Sinclair"] [member="Kaï Sargas"] [member="Claire Ouron"][member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Alyona Volkovna"] [member="Ben Corscifine"]
[member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Taneas Haring"] [member="Megàn Alestria"] [member="Miria Lasedri"] [member="Ordon Trozky"] [member="Tonald Drump"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Cecily de Demici"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Sofia Annesley"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Ben Corscifine"] [member="Jordun Darko"] [member="Alyesa Organa"] [member="Vernan Holt"] [member="Ben Corscifine"] [member="Ashler de Dedhart"] at anyone interested

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: A
Post: [01/20]

Dress

Spoiler

Social functions were not something Sofia enjoyed but was a necessary evil as there was a certain amount of importance in social connections. Although she was a low ranking soldier within the Galactic Republic Army, she was not attending as Sofia Annesley the soldier but Lady Annesley, the last of the her family due to the Sith's merciless slaughter of her home town many years ago. However, despite being a heiress, Sofia did not enjoy spending her money on frivolous items except on the odd occasion. Her dress was not made of silk or any fancy fabric but chiffon. While her dress was cheap, her face was not. From a young age, her mother instilled the importance of using high quality cosmetics into her.

Sofia was never a fan of heavy makeup and only used concealer on the odd spot that would appear on her face from time to time, waterproof mascara on her eyelashes, some eyeliner, and a warm pink shade that nicely complemented her undertones. Her makeup enhanced her natural features rather than making her appear as if she was a different person. Her look was nothing special but nonetheless, she was proud.

The driver opened the door of the hired vehicle for Sofia to step out. Stepping out of the vehicle, she took a moment to examine the venue before she entered the premises. Unlike on the battlefield, she felt a little nervous, worried that she might accidently embarrass herself. She knew the theory behind proper conduct at social functions however, she lacked the experience. Sofia smiled, attempting to hide her nervousness as she entered the room where the Gala was held.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective A
post 2/20

Mantic smoothed over his robes. He was well aware of that his role here was nothing but a decoration. The rich and powerful would enjoy mingling with the mysterious jedi.
It would be a story to tell in their own dinner parties at some time. Mantic owned very little and had nothing to offer on his own but simply be here, as a piece of amusement for the crowd.

He was not about to let his pride stand in the way though. If even one of these people would open their purses because they found it exotic enough it would be worth a few hours of humbling himself like this.
On this day he wore not his usual torn robes, littered with stitches of his own repairs. Today he had borrowed one of the orders ceremonial ones, although to most here it did little help him not appear exactly how they expected the jedi to be. Simple and monk like at all times.

Approaching the stairs to enter the main halls he noticed [member="Sofia Annesley"]

A simple yet beautiful woman striding up the stairs. She did take a few moments away from the more famous guests.
He nodded politely as they passed each other. did he recognize her from somewhere he wondered but could not place her. Perhaps they would meet during the evening inside he mused and turned to walk the stairs himself.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: A
Posts: 1/20

Dress ( http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=120329706 )

Kay was there, representing Commenor and the Republic Senate. At least for the moment until others would arrive. This was a charity event and she was dressed for the part. Helping the refugees was a priority and such things cost money.

As the gala evening was just starting to get under way, Kay hoped that it would be a busy evening. But should that not happen, then she had an idea that could possibly draw in a bigger crowd and open up more wallets. Only as a last resort though for it'd be slightly embarrassing.

Kay sipped from a flute of Commenor's famous Brandy. She'll save drinking of her favourite tea for later. Just then [member="Sofia Annesley"] arrived. She bowed her head to her. "Evening. Thank you for coming."

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Dia Torr"] [member="Barrien Siegfried"] [member="Vulpesen"] @Reshmar @Krenis Skirata [member="Willam Forlon"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Fixx Kearney"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Mak Manto"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"]
[member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Megàn Alestria"] [member="Miria Lasedri"] [member="Ordon Trozky"] [member="Tonald Drump"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Cecily de Demici"] [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Jordun Darko"] [member="Alyesa Organa"] [member="Vernan Holt"] [member="Ben Corscifine"] [member="Ashler de Dedhart"]

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: A
Post: [02/20]

Sofia returned Jedi's nod as she passed by him on her way into the hall. He looked familiar to her but this was to be expected at an event hosted by the Galactic Republic.

As Sofia continued into the hall she met a woman who seemed somewhat familiar. She had known for a fact that she had never met the woman before. From the woman's attire, she could assume that the woman was either nobility or a politician. "Good evening to you too. Thank you for the invite." Sofia curtsied.

Entering the room, Sofia looked at the hall in awe. It was beautiful. Although her face was somewhat hardened by the brutality she had witnessed on the battlefield perpetrated by the Sith, she couldn't help but smile witnessing such beauty. After she had finished admiring the beauty of the hall, her nerves began to catch up with her. It was out of the frying pan and into the fire. The theory her mother had drilled into her as a child was forgotten in a spilt second.

Her cheeks felt hot, she was blushing. Unfortunately, this only made her blush harder much to her embarrassment. Military courtesy was easy, there were a strict set of rules which one must abide by however, the rules were more flexible when it came to social events which make it even harder for Sofia.

Somewhat awkwardly, Sofia wandered around the hall and started to introduce herself to the other guests.

[member="Mantic Dorn"] - [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 1 of 20
Objective A: Charity & Good Relations for the Corellia Digital Company
Nearby: [member="Sofia Annesley"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"]

The adolescent Anzat rarely dressed appropriate for a Jedi.

Now, he wasn't even appropriately dressed for a Corellian. No son of Corellia would be caught dead in the stiff formal wear of a tuxedo. Of course, the young vampire had long ago learned to go with the flow of social norms. When he'd been a Jedi, he'd dressed as a Jedi. Subtle hints of that Corellian rebellious streak would bleed through however. In Sor-Jan's case, he'd always worn green. As a Jedi Padawan, green tunics and as a Jedi Knight, green robes. Now, dressed to the nines in a carefully tailored tuxedo fit to his slender frame, the boy wore a bow tie and cumberbund that were the distinctive color known to represent the Elder Brother.

Personally speaking, the boy was no fan of the Republic. Having lived through the creation of the Galactic Empire and witnessed the willingness of the current government to use clones for military purposes, it was second nature to be distrustful of such governments -- even when they espoused freedom and democracy. Chancellor Palpatine had said similar things.

To be fair, the boy had the same issues with the Silver Sanctum Coalition. An even less organized government, but one with a clone army at its beck and call. So it wasn't as if the boy had singled out the Republic for his personal ire.

But, personal politics weren't something he allowed to get in the way of business. Corellia Digital did, after all, have a contract with the Silver Sanctum Coalition. And Sasori Research besides. Both put him rather deeply in bed with Coalition business, despite his personal feelings about their military programs. For similar reasons, he'd been quick to make a donation to the Republic's charitable work on Azure.

It was good for corporate image. Good for the local people. And hopefully fostered an amicable business relationship between the computer CEO and possible contacts in the Republic market. Looking around, the young vampire hung back along the shadows of the wall as he allowed his eyes to prowl over the masses. Thus far, he didn't recognize anyone. So he'd wait, listen, and look for an opportunity to interject himself as the evening progressed.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Objective: A/C
Location: Gala
Allies: Republic
Post: 1 of 20

Lusk wasn't very good a being social, when you were born out of a cylinder and were taught nothing but war from day one, social skills weren't really at the top of your list nor was dancing. In fact they were so far down the list of skills they were next to how much to tip your waiter and wrangling a herd of Nerf. But the skills that were provided to Lusk were those of how to protect VIPs, how to identify possible threats, and how to quietly remove said threat without causing a scene that would kill the mood. Murder in its most quite, polite, and discreet form, that was what Lusk was provided with.

"How's it looking out there Barrel?" Lusk said on his comm link.

"Blue, really freaken blue." An identical voice rang back to the clone commander.

"I meant the arriving guests, are any suspicious targets. After the PMs coup there are bound to be disgruntled corporate individuals who might want to ruin a party or harm officials. Keep your eyes open and use the facial recognition software, we're not getting paid by the hour here." Lusk said to his fellow brother.

"Are we even being paid? Because I haven't seen a check yet." An Isard clone chimed in and Lusk simply gave a silent chuckle.

"As mother once said, work has its own rewards. So shut up and make sure no one shoots anyone, liquored up politicians and side arms never mix well, Bullseye."

"Roger that Lusk, I'll be sure to keep Senator GropesA-Lot off of Duchess Drunk&Easy." The clone responded before her comm trailed off.

"Sir, sir, no those are decorative pieces not for-" Lusk changed the comm and soon would be back to his job.

The Republic wanted top notch security for this gig and so Commander Lusk and twenty of his best commandos had been assigned to protect the people of the republic. There were other civilian private guards here as well, but if there were an actual attack the republic would have special forces at the scene as events unfolded. More than likely the entire event would pass horribly slow and it would just be a night of taking care of drunken people and Jedi.

Now normally commandos would be decked to the nine with armor, gear, and whatever explosives were needed to get the job done. However in this case they needed to send a message to the guest that didn't make them look like this was going to turn into a warzone. Each commando wore a standard military dress uniform and hat with a few extra magazines of ammo placed around their belts. In their arms they held various weapons some had more compact submachine guns and others carried full sized assault rifles, the image was to show that while there was no threat at the moment it was best not to start anything.

As for Lusk he was down in the mix of everything with senators and Jedi, his job was to rove through the party and make sure that everyone was well taken care of during the event and that they felt safe enough to enjoy the party.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post=1/20]

Allies: [member="Ryiah Tenriem"]
Objective: Our own

Azure was a tiny planet with no strategic importance. It was a blue dot in a vast expanse of space. It stood alone, not part of a system, and had no satellites. It boasted a spaceport that took up a good portion of its land. A convenient way station for those traveling through the Mid-Rim, but not a draw in itself. It had no industry, no minerals, and no great wealth.

In other words, it had no reason to exist in the minds of most governments, and had previously made a perfect secret base for the Republic, one of many in the galaxy. But today it was about to become part of the Republic formally and Corvus and her Jedi were here to deliver something.

They landed without incident. It seemed impossible that they had come so far, had made the journey without trouble. The crucial piece of equipment they were entrusted with was about to be delivered.

Corvus handed it over to the tech experts who hurriedly transported what Corvus had been told was a codebreaker off to some secret location.

Feeling some sort of anti-climax, Corvus smiled to her Padawan. “Quicker and easier than expected. We have a little time on our hands. So how do you propose we spend it?”

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective:A
Posts:2/20


Kay wasn't used to being curtsied to, it wasn't as though she was royalty or anything of the sort, but she smiled a little anyways. Then [member="Sofia Annesley"] wandered off. The Senator kept her eyes on the door, only to bow her head when she saw [member="Mantic Dorn"] arrive. She kept her eyes averted from his as she still wasn't quite sure how to interact with the Jedi Master.

She had another sip of her Brandy and bowed her head to the young boy, [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] as he arrived. Curious that someone so young was here. Just as she was pondering that, the boy seemed to have disappeared. Hmm.

And then [member="Commander Lusk"] arrived. At least she thought it was him. Hard to tell with clones. He was busy speaking with the rest of security, no doubt, so Kay thought it best just to leave him be for now.

Time was ticking. How many more would arrive? She wasn't sure. But she decided to wait a bit longer before pursuing her plan.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 2 of 20
Objective A: Charity & Good Relations for the Corellia Digital Company
Nearby: [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Sofia Annesley"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"]

"...no, we're a technology stock in the free markets."

The young Anzat had drifted until he'd come across an investor in the crowd. He'd overheard a conversation about dividends from stock in Tenloss and the Arceneau Trading Company, and eased his way into conversation with a Chandrilla heiress. It was pretty empty as conversation went. Her portfolio was managed for her. The credits she made completely transparent to her for the transaction that took place completely outside of her purview.

Quite simply, she paid other people to care about such things.

Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Of course, the inverse of that was that time is credits. In which case, Sor-Jan had ventured time and come away with nothing to show for it. Then again, the name of this game was charity. A losing venture, some capitalists might say. Corporate image was a difficult concept to capture in terms that accounting could appreciate, calculate or measure.

Suffice to say, Sor-Jan believed in paying the cost of doing business. And Republic citizens, like this heiress, represented business he'd appreciate having. Even if she was clueless.

The boy found his attention pulled away. Something... familiar. He sensed something in the Force. The last time he'd felt it, he'd been in the presence of...

Raising his glass of water, which had gone untouched, the boy used the gesture of feigning a sip in which to hold two fingers out slightly as he moved them through the air. "You'll have to excuse me," the boy uttered softly.

The heiresses' already distant expression became even more vacant for a moment. "You'll have to excuse me," she repeated, as though the statement had been her own idea or volition.

Lowering the glass, the teenager gave the woman a wan smile and a nod. "Of course," he said warmly, tracking her with his eyes as she made her way back into the mingling masses

As he stood there, the boy surveyed the crowd. This time, he wasn't so much looking for someone as he was looking to confirm the absence of someone.

Curiouser and curiouser.

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: C
Post: 1/20
Vulpesen smiled as he leaned back against a support beam, clad in his black coat. Sure, being the king of a planet made him one of the target demographic of this ball, but there was a small problem. Of the planets that needed charity, Veradune was likely one of them. He was proud of his people's society and all they'd accomplished in just a short time. But after centuries of tyrannical rule under a highly unorganized bandit faction, a complete change in regime(even if it was for the better), and a major reconstruction project, their bank was really hurting for credits. As such, the Valde of the Tenevi had arrived for the purpose of guard duty. Around him, he could sense the ten familiar presences of his personal guard, scattered around the opera house and doing their best to blend in with the crowd. "Gotta love a galla." He grinned under his golden mask and leaned off the pillar to start roaming around.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Objective: Security
Location: Gala
Allies: Republic
Post: 2 of 20

With more and more guests arriving to the little water world the clone commander was starting to think he was going to need more men to get the job done, to make sure these people were safe from threats such as force users or elite hit squads. Not that the normal security couldn't handle your average trouble shooters that arrived to the party, but in this galaxy there were far more things to be weary of than men with guns. But for now Lusk simply carried himself forward and did his job.

With his position being a rover he unfortunately wasn't strapped up with a very large weapon, attached to a his outer leg was a decorative holster for a compact submachine gun and at his waist were two extra clips for said weapon. He wasn't exactly happy with the weapon he had, but the holdout pistols beneath his sleeves made him feel a bit more at ease with the situation that was his lack of weapons and armor.

"I have a possible threat over here." A voice came in on his comm link and he quickly snapped to it to see what said problem could be.

"Report." Lusk said into his ear piece.

"Well as you know there's a lot of faces in the galaxy and the ARC system facial scan is giving me a possible Tango Uniform on a [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] there's about twenty thousand other registered people that look like them, and odds are they aren't Uniform. How should I proceed?" The Isard clone asked quietly from a balcony up top.

"See if you can confirm the identity, otherwise just lay low. They don't seem to be causing any trouble, if you get a direct confirmation on the individual alert me and we'll send it up to command to see how they want to handle it." Lusk gave his orders and hoped whoever the subject in question was, they weren't looking to start anything.

"Roger that commander, Bullseye out." With that the woman would go through the long and horrific process of cross referencing thousands of faces and names to try and pin down who exactly this person was.

Lusk on the other hand kept moving through the crowd of people, his uniform spick, span, and perfect to embody what it was to be a clone trooper for the Republic. Professional, polite, and deadly. But his eyes crossed the room for a moment and they quickly settled upon one figure that seemed to stand out to him. [member="Lady Kay"] adorned in a elegant dress and jewelry to match, the clone's heart sped up a tad as he saw her and it made him realize something. He had never seen a woman in a dress before.

Sure he had seen his mother in hers but that was his mom, and then there was tKeira as well and she was... well she was Keira and she didn't really ever wear them at all and there was also the fact she was his commander. There was also his millions of sisters that always wore armor, and they probably had no idea what a dress was. So really he had never really truly noticed a woman's shape. How the dress draped off her form and showed off the curves of her body. Lusk really wasn't sure how to process what he was feeling at the moment, what the hell was it? Regardless he had to go and find out what it was, he was indeed here to provide security but that didn't mean he couldn't mingle. Not that he knew what mingling was.

But to make things easy for the senator, there was one way to tell Lusk apart from any other clone, despite the rank on his collar. It was his face and what was on it, the six lines of red and black that went down his cheeks weren't just war paint, they were tattoos. He had grown up in a Mandalorian culture with his fellow clones and had learned from the best, and to help not only distinguish himself but to embody that warrior lifestyle he had been marked like that of his father.

With the quick and methodical steps of a soldier he made his way over to the senator and did his best to remember social skills with people outside of the military.

"Good evening Senator, you look well this evening. Do you require a weapon?" Lusk caught himself a little too late for that sadly.

"I just asked if you needed a gun didn't I?" He said as he felt something new, embarrassment? The hell was going on here?

 

[Weiss]

Objective A
Post 3/20

The room was a large one and the athmosphere screamed money and power. How odd these events were. The rich and mighty gathered to smooth over their conciseness and sharing a little with the rest.

Weiss knew his position however. His uniform was formal, a marine blue one with the white gloves and hat to go with it. Appearance was as expected top notch, apart from his scarred face of course.

He stood in a corner feeling a little bit lost in it all. Hopefully the entertainment was going to be good enough to allow his mind to wander some. It would be hard though knowing the many crisis the republic had to face. He was probably himself being dispatched for assignment straight after this gala was done.

But Weiss did not mind, he had little to hold him from field service and these kind of things were just short breaks from reality. Things would be alright soon enough.

Picking up a glass from a passing waitress he looked around checking for others that he might recognize.

[member="Sofia Annesley"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: A
Post: [03/20]

To Sofia, the battlefield was much simpler in comparison to this Gala. At least she knew what she was supposed to do on the battlefield but not at the Gala. Despite being a lady of noble birth, she felt as if she was putting on a facade for the sake of others. Although Sofia looked the part, she did not feel the part. Whoever this 'Lady Annesley' was it was not her. Had it not been out of respect for her deceased parents, Sofia would not have attended as a guest but as security for the venue instead.

As she greeted more people, it did not take her long before she realized that her mother's teachings were rather antiquated. It seemed that curtseying was no longer a part of introductions in recent times. Embarrassed, Sofia retreated to the side of the hall temporarily, in hope that people would not notice her for a while and eventually forget her mistake. She needed some time out.

While Sofia stood alone, separate from the rest of the people in the hall, she wondered how her life would have been had the Sith not destroyed her hometown. Perhaps she would have grown out of the ‘phase’ – as her mother liked to put it – that she had been stuck in since she was a child and became the perfect lady her mother had wanted her to be.

[member="Weiss"] - [member="Commander Lusk"] - [member="Vulpesen"] - [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] - [member="Lady Kay"] - [member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective A
Post 4/20

As music started Mantic made his way through the crowd. Here and there familiar faces greeted him and he made an effort to give them some attention while passing by.

There were many in here just to be seen, but there were also several who actuallysought to do good.

Having spent a short moment mingling he started to go further and further out, ending up at the edge of it all.

He took a deep breat trying not to appear exhausted by the event. Standing there he noticed [member="Sofia Annesley"]

The woman from the stairs. He pondered for a while and then decided to approach.

"Good evening," he began and took a formal bow.

"We are not trying to evade the attention are we?"
Mantic had meant it as an ironic remark, although he decided to wait on her reaction before continuing.

 

[Hopeman12]

Objective A
Post 1/20
Allies: Party goers
Enemies: Haters.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=geEbtJgzUt8​

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Jordun danced in his new tux into the gala. He was excited to see everyone who showed up. Jordun kept his lightsaber in his suit jacket just in case. He noticed [member="Mantic Dorn"] and gave him a quick smile and a wave. Some people he has never seen before; smart politicians like [member="Lady Kay"] or Soldiers like [member="Weiss"] . The main person he expected to see however was Master Raaf but he understood that being the grand Jedi master is a lot of work. Jordun then put on his headphones and headed for the nearest corner.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: A
[04/20]
[member="Mantic Dorn"]

While Sofia was deep in thought, a man approached her. From his attire, she could guess he was a Jedi of high rank - not that she knew much about the Jedis or their hierarchy beyond basic knowledge. As she looked up at him she could tell from the burns on his face, the man was a veteran of many battles, something she respected.

"Good evening." Sofia smiled and curtsied in response. Her mother's teachings may have been antiquated but she could not think of a more appropriate response to a bow. She tried her best to fake a confident expression but her own nervouness about the situation made it more obvious that she did not belong there.

Sofia gave a nervous laugh in response to the Jedi's question. "Of course not, the room was a bit crowded and I needed some time to myself, sir." She covered her mouth with her hands and blushed as the last word escaped from her lips. That was not how a lady should have spoken. During her time in the Galactic Republic's Army, she had picked up a habit of ending her sentences with 'sir' when speaking to her superiors. At least she didn't salute him when he made his way to her. It seemed that the part of Sofia which identified herself as a soldier was such an important aspect of her identity that when she was nervous some of the habits she adopted as a soldier would surface as that was what she was most comfortable as.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective A
Post 5/20

The woman was younger then he first had realized. But her posture and manner told of a high social status. She could be a nobility even.

He offered her a reassuring smile as he noticed her slight blush. He was not high born but over the years he had escorted senators and other republic officials on several occasions. It had given him a slight peek into their world. It was often harder then most, including himself, thought. For a young woman like this, the gala surely meant duty rather then pleasure.

"I understand that aspect very well my lady. There is nothing wrong with seeking a moment of solitude now and then."

I am Mantic Dorn of the jedi order." he continued. "Please say the word and I shall depart if I am intruding on your time."

[member="Sofia Annesley"]

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: A
[05/20]

"I am Sofia Annesley, please call me Sofia or Annesley if you prefer. Please only call me lady or Lady Annesley if you must, I'm not used to being addressed in that manner as it sounds rather odd due to my profession" Sofia said in reply to [member="Mantic Dorn"]'s introduction. In her embarrassment and nervousness, she had forgotten to introduce herself to the Jedi. How rude!

"Mr Dorn? I must apologise, I am not familiar with how Jedis should be addressed, you are not intruding. In fact, engaging in conversation with another would allow me to avoid - if only temporarily - mingling with the other guests. To be honest, I am quite surprised that you are engaging in conversation with me. You, being a Jedi seemed to pique the interest of many guests and from what I have heard, many are eager at the prospect of conversing with you, some even hoped you would show them a few tricks as well." Speaking to a Jedi seemed simpler than speaking with the other guests in the hall. At least she did not have to pretend to be knowledgeable in areas where she had no interest and knew nothing about.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 3 of 20
Objective A: Charity & Good Relations for the Corellia Digital Company

Unaware of the surveillance...

...well, that wasn't entirely true. Sor-Jan had been a Jedi Knight in service of the Republic long enough to know that there was surveillance going on, but had no idea there was any focused on him. He wouldn't be surprised to find out, however, and [member="Commander Lusk"]'s request for a dossier on the boy would likely turn up some interesting, and conflicting, information. He was a natural-born citizen of the Galactic Republic -- but not the Republic of the present era. Of course, he'd been wanted by the Republic as well, during the period in which being a Jedi had been a crime. He maintained ties to the Republic and was a member of the Jedi Order in good standing. Or, at least, the Jedi High Council hadn't told him any different, and so even while not a citizen of the current Republic government he'd participated in several military campaigns on the Republic's behalf. Most notably at Transdosha, but as recently as the Republic Medical Corps's mission to Iridonia.

As for what the boy was conscious and aware of: A man in a tuxedo and headphones quite struck the technology magnate's eye.

The man was lingering toward one of the corners of the room, as the teenage youth made his way through the crowd toward him. Gesturing to get the man's attention, the boy asked, "If you don't mind, what are you using for a music player?"

Perhaps he'd get a chance to show off some of Corellia Digital's HoloNet streaming tech...

It was worth a shot anyway.

[member="Jordun Darko."]​