Work, Rest and Play [Eclipse + Fringers]

[Aran Finn]

Na'Varro's House, Annaj​

Steps Area​

Dress code - What.​

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The Eclipse was now a fully-formed group, and Alen Na'Varro could see his dream coming to fruition. Force users and non-Force users, united to achieve a common goal of peace and prosperity for all. However, that was a long way away. For now, the Eclipse would function as a unit that could strike the galaxy where the Fringe Confederacy's hands were tied. Omega Protectorate ... Republic? Alen very much wanted to come to grips with them. There was a blood price to be exacted for O'reen. Actions had consequences and justice was a notion that held a lot of sway in Alen's mind. He would brood more on this later. But for now, there was the party to attend to. Members of the Eclipse and the Fringe, both those who had participated in O'reen and those who hadn't, had been invited to celebrate a decisive victory. Celebrate ... and perhaps discuss something that had been on Alen's mind since the successful defence. War, for the sake of justice. War, to turn the Jedi imperialists eyes elsewhere, to easier targets. The Eclipse would fight the Republic if the Fringe couldn't, and they would bring them to heel.

But for now, party. The gathering was held in the open air at night, with globes of light hanging down from the surrounding trees and bathing the throng of people, food, alcohol and exotic smells in gold. Na'Varro looked around him. Plenty of people, all Eclipse for now, political radicals and mercenaries all ... heavily intoxicated and inundated with more wings than they could eat. There were several barbecues roasting meat and Alen could swear that he smelled hickory ... gorram. Small bars dotted the area serving all kinds of alcohol, including Alen's favourite; beer. However, there would be no Vaapad Lessons to be found. The last time that Na'Varro had seen that cocktail at a party, there had been a kaggath. And a child who at one point was carrying some sort of chainsaw. Vaapad Lessons were out of the question.

Standing by the bar, Na'Varro swallowed his beer and smiled, watching the scene. His boys and girls had fought hard, they deserved this reward. And he hoped some Fringers would show up to. The more friends, the better.

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@[member="Peyton Steele"] @[member="Rickon Ordo"] @[member="Lucianus Adair"] @[member="Darth Proeliator"] @[member="Dracen Garett"] @[member="Phedre Parenthis"]

 

[Peyton Steele]

There was a whole lot that Peyton needed to work on with her life right now. She was part of a team, or well, loosely associated with such. The blonde was still being paid… right? She hoped so. Otherwise that would make things kind of awkward, wouldn’t it? Still, she did like Na’Varro, and well, could see working with him for a bit. Even if it was partially training people to do her job. Still, she followed two rules. 1. Never tell everyone everything you know.

She wanted to show people how to make a shot at extreme distance while breathing hard and making sure you were set up well enough that no one was going to be noticing you. She really should figure out how to make that easier for everything. But right, not tonight. Tonight she was worried about entertaining herself and others. She was even dressed up a little bit. Not too much, but for Peyton? That was a lot.

She did have a gun nearby. She tucked it under the bar, just in case. That way she had cover, and firepower. She was hoping she’d not have to use it. Getting a cocktail, something simple, whiskey and soda, she approached Alen. “Well, boss, nice party.” She grinned at him.

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @Rickon Ordo @Lucianus Adair @Darth Proeliator @Dracen Garett @Phedre Parenthis

 

[Kassandra Distorith]

Blowing an errant curl from her cheek, one of the newest Eclipse members wandered into onto the scene. An understated, quiet entrance, which is what she preferred, if she were to be honest. She might have been a bit of a social butterfly back home, but this was hardly the same type of gathering. Exiled Hapan nobles like her family, and aristocrats from dozens of worlds living on Coruscant were a far cry from the unique mix of soldier and force user she now found herself in the midst of.


Which was an absolutely fabulous thing. Slender fingers smoothed out her soft shirt and absently tugged her skirt back into place. It was perhaps on the short side, but when you were 5' 11'' and over 6' tall in anything with a heel, skirts looked alot shorter. On the other hand, it would at least garner her a little attention of the male variety...always a plus. Especially with no family to hamper her style.

Phedre tilted her head and smiled a greeting to a few people as she passed, and paused to get herself a drink. Tucking her purse under her arm, she thanked the bartender and sipped at the glowing concoction in her glass. She shivered slightly and grinned, as the just the right level of shock danced across her tongue. The sign of a well-made Cometduster.

"Not bad at all!" she chimed in, coming up beside Alen and Payton. "Hope I haven't missed anything too interesting..."

@[member="Peyton Steele"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

 

[Garza]

Time was fun, and time was good. Playing on my Blood stained guitar a few songs that the crowd might enjoy. Using my "Musical talent" I played a variety of songs. But unless someone wanted me, I was not getting down from the makeshift stage. Not even to get a beer.

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This is actually my Playbys song just so you guys know!
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0EQlIzPowM[/youtube]

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[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70FI3c2ARKM[/youtube]

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[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DelhLppPSxY[/youtube]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust walked in wearing her rose red dress another party still more fun , making her way to the bar she smiled and grabbed a ale

 

[Lucianus Adair]

There had been a time when he could see the benefits of regular social gatherings. He had been younger... an apprentice, and had frequented the bar on Munto Codru, as despite the dingy state of the place, he had always managed to find someone to entice into conversation. Thus far, the members of the Fringe and the Eclipse had not seen this side of him, and in most cases, he had no reason to show it. Rather, until now, it had been the strangeness of his situation, being permanently so far from the place and time he had once called home... but these people were 'growing on him', so to speak. So, when faced with an invitation to a gathering at the house of Alen, he made it a point to be there, and he dressed casual.

Denim on him was an infrequent sight, but there he was in properly fitting medium-wash jeans, a black polo shirt, and brown leather slip-on shoes, fetching a whisky, neat, from one of the small bars, and making his way over to his fellow Eclipse members - @[member="Alen Na'Varro"], @[member="Peyton Steele"], and... @[member="Phedre Parenthis"], by whom he chose to stand. There was no denying that she was alluring, and had long, long legs... facts which the predator had taken in from a short glance on his way over. The smell of the meat in the air stirred his stomach, slightly. He was not starving, but there was some hunger present.

"That would depend on your definition of interesting." He rumbled lowly, settling in beside Phedre without a sound, and taking a small sip from his glass. He leaned in, gaining a little closer to her ear. "But I have only just arrived, so I cannot truly say."

The beginnings of a very small grin twinged the corners of his mouth, and he lifted the glass to it again, obscuring the growing expression behind the drink as he took another small sip.

 

[Antera]

Antera wasn't part of the Eclipse, and only just part of the Fringe, but with so many mercenaries and freelancers in attendance, it wasn't terribly out of place to find the Chiss freighter captain on the premesis.

She'd dressed for comfort, in a loose fitting pair of pants, work boots, and a plain gray, short sleeved shirt worn beneath an open jacket, and was currently surveying the contents of the bar. She settled on a beer, something suited to the atmosphere but not nearly strong enough to rob her of her senses.

It was strange to her, feeling the Force flow so freely through the host and some of the other guests. Nothing at all like she was used to detecting, a far cry from the secrecy she was so adapted to. Still, something about it was intriguing, and she worked on her drink, letting herself relax, if only slightly.

 

[Laura Na'Varro]

Two hundred and twenty pounds of pure Mandalorian warrior swaggered through the entrance with the confidence of a man who knows he can throw his weight around. Rickon Ordo, newest Eclipse Skull and walking tank, was here for the party. From what he had seen of the Skulls, they were a formidable group. Well-equipped, well-trained, and they had itchy trigger fingers. However, Rickon knew he was the best. His father Cassus had taught him the arts of the Mando bounty hunter since he had started walking. As far as he was concerned, he was the most deadly being in the galaxy. His father had taught him in the old way ... which was why he wasn't on Mandalore right now, carrying war to the Outer Rim with his people. In Rickon's opinion, the Mandos should have been doing what they always had done ... taking glorious war into the Core. Into the Republic. To the Jedi, their ancient enemy, who now seemed to be their friends. How could the Mandos forget their slights? How could they forget their history? Rickon was strictly freelancing as a result, and now he had joined with the Skulls. @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] had made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Credits, and the chance to take a fleet into the Core. To touch the heart of the galaxy itself with fire.

With a nod at Arbiter Na'Varro, Rickon swaggered over to the group of Eclipse hanging by the bar. It was time to introduce himself in full.

"Lads, lasses.." @[member="Lucianus Adair"] got a nod and he winked at @[member="Phedre Parenthis"], who was all kinds of smoking. He noted the robustness of her physique and immediately thought she'd help make an excellent brother for his son, Cassus ... that thought passed however, after he noticed @[member="Peyton Steele"]. Peyton was someone he'd known a while back, their interpersonal relationship had always been a little bit "how ya goin" but they'd left things on fairly good terms, considering Rickon was who he was and Peyton was who she was. Rickon smirked at the pretty young bounty hunter. "Hey Peyton, that dress suits you better than your usual get-up. You should consider wearing it more often and leaving the running and shooting to the big boys."

He was only half-joking. Classic Rickon.

"Na'Varro, this do is tamer than your mother's baby shower." Rickon grinned. "Let's get some shots and show these people how we Eclipse boys drink."

 

[Peyton Steele]

There were so many reasons she didn’t dress up, and least of all were the opinions of others. Really, it was just that she felt awkward. Exposed. It was… tricky to deal with. Sure, with Sal-Soren she was almost expected to dress this way, but here? Here she was a solider, a gun for hire. And that was perfectly suiting for her. She couldn’t care what people thought of her, she got paid, that was the trick. And @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] seemed fine with that.

Smiling at the taller woman, Peyton shrugged. Maybe she wasn’t going to have anything to worry about with this one near by. And she already did pull in @[member="Lucianus Adair"] and his attentions. Today was going to be care free, right?

Wrong.

Running a hand into her hair, she shook her head, definitely trying to fight off a smile. Or a sigh. As it was @[member="Rickon Ordo"] it was mostly, it was both. “And, really, Rickon, who let you in here?” She grinned at him before giving him a curtsy with the dress, just for the effect. “You know what, you’re right! I should just hang up my guns.” Smiling, she made a rude gesture in his direction and laughed.

Shots, though?