You wake up next to them.

[Sylvia Alvaro]

If you’re going to stay in this bed, you’ll share, otherwise you can have one pillow and use the floor.

-retains possession of said items-

 

[Heath Valhoun]

Actually.

It's my bed. See the colors, and the emblems?

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Embroidered emblems!
Don't forget to mention the sweatshops that embroider all of the Elysium's apparels, your highness. Those little rascals (children) there are really talented and put in long hours.

 

[Sylvia Alvaro]

I still don't know enough about this empire, to know if I should burn these or not.

 

[Heath Valhoun]

E d u c a t e

y o u r s e l f

 

[Sylvia Alvaro]

To be fair, I asked. You didn’t tell me anything.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Uhm...maybe he don't know anything.
He could be reading a prompt from his public relations team. ~shrugs shoulders~

 

[Heath Valhoun]

Sighs

We're a hybrid between The Galactic Empire and The Rebellion from hundreds of years ago, following the common system of a Monarchy.

We have a Council that represents several groups of citizens in the Empire, such as Jedi, business owners, etc.

We also have a limited-power senate consisting of hundreds of beings.

Currently our only territory is in space, where pir citizens live on our ships. It's not as nice as I'd like, but until we can mobilize and arm our army better, it's enough. Besides, most of our citizens are refugees that has no home prior to joining, so they take what they can get.

Our goal is to stop the endless wars across the galaxy and unite every planet under our banner.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

That's some sale's pitch, I'll give you that.
So currently, your Empire is basically nomadic?..with no home world to speak of?

That is sad.
Sad as my people also were nomads for some generations after the former Galactic Empire sought to make an example of it.
I do sympathize with your cause, your highness...I do.

 

[Mieva]

Wh- how did I get in bed with a prissy noble?

Bringin' this back, apparently.

 

[Sylvia Alvaro]

At least she’s a pretty prissy noble? It could be worse.

 

[Rik Perris]

How did we get from the cockpit to here?

Y'know, your drunk-flying ain't half bad.

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

I don't remember what happened, but I know I shouldn't be here

 

[Ronin Wendigo]

leave without a word

 

[Kitter Bitters]

Ask where my payment is ...

 

[Ronin Wendigo]

use stun baton and steal * mah ball now

 

[Kob Roor]

Rubs mustachio

Well, who is making caf?

 

[Rik Perris]

well, this is awkward

uh, the caf pot's on auto-start

 

[Kob Roor]

Does the walk of shame to the kitchen

 

[Rik Perris]

calls after him, trying to make the best of this situation

'I take mine black.'

mutters, looking around, somewhat in futility:

'where the fuck are my pants?'