[multi-faction] W E D D I N G Z I L L A

[Mistress]

Spoiler: Thread Rules

So we want to be good sports here
&
open this thread to anyone of any faction,
with whom we have interacted
under a wide array of circumstances,
who can justify being directly invited,
OR
for crashing it.

We don't want utter bedlam to develop,
SO
~ NO DEATH, ~
~ NO CAPTURE. ~

While we want to have fun,
we want to get ‘em married!
NO spammy topic veering
OR one-liners!

A Dungeon Master may be designated.
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Invitations were transmitted
to those considered
close enough to be family,
and to the Jedi, weeks ago.
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____B A R T Y N' s____L A N D I N G,___L A M A R E D D____
____T H E____O C E A N F R O N T____P L A T E A U____
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So many memories stirred, those bittersweet with loss, and discoveries adored. Lutomi trained three of her Apprentices in the abandoned underground mountain base just up the way, along the stretch of the plateau. Many long and deep conversations were had here, baring one's Soul often at times, as much as shielding others. Here, her ghosts were put to rest, while new dreams were born to replace their loss, while other dreams died out and new ghosts were born. Her faith was lost and found, then found and lost again, on Lamaredd. Tears were shed, as well as smiles cracked, both in abundance here on Lamaredd. Love lived and died, as well as was shared or spilled out between hearts.


Lutomi sat upon the squeaky mattress and finished setting Nakshi's long golden curls, within the same little shack where Reland once dwelt as a hermit. It happens to be old, rickety, filled with only the bare necessities, and drab for sure, but she fell in love with him right in this very room; how could she not have, when he gripped her attention so well? ”You are so beautiful," she smiled down at her young daughter, "in your pretty dress." Nakshi smiled up at her. It isn't typical for the Mandalorian child, born to her Late sister and the Mand’alore, to dawn elegant attire.

Lutomi fidgeted with the fabric of her pale blue, crushed silk dress as she rose. Atop the wood table across the room, sat the headdress adorned with lite blue sea pearls from the Lamaredd oceanic reef. She received it as a gift, strung by the locals, whom she had helped little more than half a year ago. She set it upon her head and worked with her hair in the frame-less, aged mirror which hung upon the dusty wall. She spent the morning apart from Reland to ready herself without being seen, before she should take Larik's arm to walk down the aisle.

The light Autumn breeze had done its magic over the nightly hours of the last few weeks, and painted the forest scenery a brilliant array of Fall colors. She didn't dare peek outside to gape, for as much as she wanted to. If she should lock eyes with Reland's too soon, she won't be able to bear to wait a minute longer!


Lutomi examined the beautiful ring upon her finger which Reland had surprised her with, made from the crystal of one of his lightsabers. She travelled straight from Ognisty, coming to orbit Lamaredd long before the sun peaked over the land which housed the little shack that stood secluded upon the clifftop which ran along the ocean beach. Her Crew had brought her to Reland's abandoned little shack to ready herself by the back path, and they would not allow her to see the field sectioned off to be decorated for her wedding. They had reported that the scene was set hours ago, before the guests began arriving. Aside from Reland, the only one to see Lutomi recently had been Larik.

Reland asked the Grandmaster to officiate for them. It is a great honor that he made time. Although so much has changed in the line-up of the Jedi Council, some things still haven't. Lutomi is still therefore a Separatist at heart, only she believes there is just so much more that is incredibly more important than running out to die while attempting to fix the entire galaxy...especially not through all out war. The Council pretty much gave the underclassmen the order to war first, ask questions later. How many would die, while the Force shall have its way, Willing the opposite of what mankind wants? Lutomi hadn't seen Orlaan Ghess since he called after her as she publicly stormed off Galactic Evolution in protest of the War Declaration, all those months ago. She still stands apart because of the War, but today is not about their differences. Lutomi and Reland have worked on accepting their differences; the Force sent them a great incentive.


Soon life is going to change so much more for her and Reland, even for the twins. They know how much lay founded within her recent smile. Larik knows. She is such a tiny woman to begin with, not many would know by looking at her that there is very little time left. She is ready for every blessing and every challenge! The first step is evident today. She has wanted this day for a long time. Her Twins adore Reland as well. Heron and Nakshi had recently acted out against him, as they feared he would not make his involvement permanent. Luckily, Reland had been prepared to ask Lutomi to marry him with his ring on hand, long before she announced her news to him.

Lutomi and Nakshi had talked all morning long. It was a wonderful time had getting ready, helping each other with their hair and millions of small buttons! Her lightsabers were her last addition to her wedding ensemble, as she wore every day; she wonders if she will choose to holster them differently, after...

Suddenly Lutomi groaned aloud. "Oh, no. No. No!" she proclaimed, while she stopped and tightly gripped hold of the table top in front of her, as she suddenly paled.

"What is it, Mother?! Is it time?!" Nakshi's face lit up like Lutomi had never before seen.

Larik appeared in the archway of the entrance, looking dapper in his Dress Blues. Nakshi instantly ran up to him, and hugging him around the waist announced the news to her Grandfather before Lutomi could recover herself enough to stop her! "Nakshi! Don't you dare tell Reland! Why he's bound to be a bundle of nerves as it is! And I've waited long enough planning this day!” She started making her dress, that very first day after he asked her to marry him! ”Besides, you know it can take a few days for a woman's first baby to arrive."

Lutomi cast her gaze upon her father figure and smiled. "You are not allowed to look more nervous than the Groom!" She approached to give him a warm hug. Inside, she is praying that she can get through the day without any wild interference!

Nakshi quickly skipped away and disappeared into the far room, separated by a long drab curtain. She reappeared with her hands hidden behind her back. She smiled widely as she handed her Mother the bouquet she had made from the flowers she gathered in the surrounding field. "Its beautiful, Nakshi. Blue Poppies stand for peace. What an excellent theme for today." She gave her daughter a kiss upon her sweet little head.

 

[Raydo]

Reland sat on the white sandy beach of Lamaredd as the sky slowly turned faded from its dark blue color, giving way to the brilliant orange glow of dawn. The warm ocean breeze mixed perfectly with the still somewhat chill evening air. The day had finally come. Reland, being a worrier at heart, had not slept at all the night before. Instead, he opted to sit by the ocean and let his mind lazily drift in a semi-meditative state.

He had spent the last few days on Lamaredd preparing for the wedding. He also had taken time to check in with the town's people of Bartyn's Landing. The Jedi had kept a small, but constant presence since the skirmish a few months prior. There had been no further indication of any type of attack on the Jedi. None of it made sense...

The tide had finally brought the ocean in enough so the waves just reached his feet. The cold water snapped him out of any train of thought he had. The Sun was now halfway above the horizon. As he stood and brushed the sand off of himself, he sensed the Mandalorian child exit the path the led up to where Reland's home had been and walk out on the beach.

Reland turned around just as the boy was several feet away from him. "Good Morning." Reland said cheerfully. Heron was just entering that age where getting up in the morning was become more and more difficult. The boy yawned and wiped at his eyes. "Mom said I had to find you." to boy said with only a tiny amount of agitation in his voice. "Did she now? Well then I guess you are stuck with me!" he said jokingly. "Race you back up to the field?" Reland asked as he set off into a jog. Heron stood still for a moment, before slowly jogging but it was not long before he lost the last remnants of his grouchiness and they were both quickly running up the path. They stayed side by side until a few feet before reaching the area they had set out of the ceremony before Reland let up, letting the boy pass. "I beat you!" the boy whipped around, smiling. Reland held up his hands in mock defeat before bursting into laughter.

The next hour was spent finishing set up chairs and ensuring everything was in place. Reland and Heron spent the time talking about various things ranging from the serious to ridiculous. There had been an awkward tension between the two recently, but it was something that both of them seemed to want to get past. Reland didn't force the issue. He was still the guest in this family, and Heron would open up in time.

Reland left the last few things to several of the Jedi who had offered to help him and Lutomi with setting up, and the two left in a speeder the make the short drive to the actual town of Bartyn's Landing. They had rented several rooms at an inn as Reland's "Cabin" wasn't quite suitable for comfortable living. Reland showered and trimmed his beard before getting dressed and ensuring Heron had done so as well. Reland wore a white shirt, with a gold tie, and a gray suit. As he finished putting on his coat, he found Heron staring at the mirror with the gold tie in his hands. "Here, let me show you." Reland said kneeling down and taking the tie and placing it around his own neck slowing showing the steps. Heron watched intently as Reland demonstrated. After Reland had finished he handed the tie back to Heron. "Now you try." he said and Heron took the tie. This first and second attempts were comically disastrous and both shared laughed. After several more attempts, and Reland's coaching he finally pulled this tie tight. He turned towards Reland "Like this?" the boy enthusiastically asked. Reland straightened the tie just a hair before announcing "Perfect!." Reland then held the vest up while Heron slipped his arms in and then buttoned it. "Don't let your mother see you flirt with too many of the Padawans" he joked which caused the boy to turn quickly to hide the blush that overcame his face.

They then returned to the plateau overlooking the beach where the ceremony would take place. The field was covered in a type of orange and gold wild flowers that bloomed in the latest parts of summer into early fall. The chairs sat facing the beach and the simple altar that had been set up near the edge of the plateau. The were not expecting a large crowd, but extra chairs had been set aside in case they were needed. The ceremony was set to start in just under and hour. The first people were beginning to arrive and talk to one another. He took a deep breath as he looked over everything. He greeted several individuals as he made his way towards the front.

That is when he felt Lutomi's presence skip in his mind, like something had quickly frightened her but fled as quickly as it came. He had to fight every muscle in his body not to run up the hillside up to where his cabin was tucked in the treeline. He tuned to look and saw Larik just reaching the cabin in the distance. She was fine, and she had made it extremely clear to stay away until the wedding. And one simply did not disregard the commands of a pregnant Lutomi Renelo on her wedding day.

"Now, where is Orlaan" he asked out loud. As he looked out over the water once again. There was nothing left to occupy his time, everything was done. That is when the full weight of the day hit him. He folded his arms and nervously tapped his fingers.

 

[Nor'baal]

It took a great deal to lure a Hutt such as Nor'baal from his home, especially given his current circumstances. Nor'baal Vesajilic Diori, who - whilst still a very wealthy Hutt - no longer desired to slide forth into the Galaxy like he used to, had however been summoned by one of the few people in the Galaxy he simple could not ignore. Sometimes, one had to do something even when there was nothing in it for you, and today was such a day. Having taken an item of great worth from his private collection by way of a wedding gift, Nor'baal had broken his seclusion, turned away from pouring his waning wealth into the acquisition of valuable items for him to horde.

Accompanying him for this particular event was another sentient who also new the hosts from a former life, Mar Kreeta - the Black Market Trader, and garrulous Gungan, who self styled himself as 'The Boss' - who was wandering slightly behind the Hutt, bedecked in his finery for the occasion. Sporting a vast turban, adorned with what appeared to be precious gems and some form of semi-sentient grub-like decorations, as well as a vibrant colored robe, wielding a scepter in one hand, the Merchant strolled ahead of his wedding gifts, mounted atop a dewback, clearly looking forward to the days frivolities.

Nor'baal sighed, casting his mind back to the time he had met the hosts of the wedding. Lutomis twin sister had come to him, decades past, seeking shelter from the fire-bombing of her home-world. Like the Mandalorians of Clan Fett, she to had been taken in by the Hutt, and had even impressed Nor'baal by pushing for his aid in seeking the release of her husband, the long absent Sisk. In that time, she had given him a clay ash tray, one he still kept to this day, a memoir of their brief time together.

It was something that was especially poignant given his own wedding gift to the couple today, something the Hutt held out as he greeted the assembly at the entrance to the festivities. Watching as Mar presented his and Nor'baals invitations, the Hutt spoke ''Kajadii Nor'baal Vesajilic Diori, and my associate Boss Mar Kreeta.'' he said, holding out his wedding gift, a Hookah Pipe, adorned with his familial sigil. Inside the Hookah bowl itself would be found dozens of Nova Crystals, more than enough that - if sold - could set the new family in good stead.

''And Boss Kreeta!'' said the Gungan, offering a low bow as he presented his gifts, which where somewhat hard to miss ''For you, a herd of Bantha, thirty-five in number, so that your family might be well accounted for in life! For their is no greater gift that the bounty of harvest!'' proclaimed Mar, as he dismounted and strode past them into the venue, leaving the herd of Bantha standing outside, a desperate looking Herd Droid keeping them in order.

 

[Prudence]

Prudii had been in hiding for many months now. He moved his ships from location to location, all within deep space to avoid detection. He had heard recently though, that there was a large event going around in the New Jedi Order. Jedi, and associates of the Jedi, from all over the galaxy were abuzz with news of this event that would draw them all together under one roof. Prudii had spent weeks researching this event, it wasn't like he had heard much from the buzz. Just that something was happening. Eventually he had caught wind of it, it was a wedding. And one Nor'baal would be at. Prudii had paused for many a moment at that revelation. In a desire to see the wedding for himself, Prudii quite likes weddings though he is rarey invited, and a desire to see his former owner-master-boss once more and check how he was after the loss of wealth, Prudii would have to crash the wedding.

There was a shuffling behind Nor'baal and Mar Kreeta's bantha heard. Prudii, dressed in full armor, freshly cleaned and polished, followed behind the massive Hutt and his Gungan associate.

"Hello... I am Prudii Kyramud... I'm Nor'baal's Plus One Plus One"

 

[Ral]

Kai's eyes opened as the pale light of Lamaredd's sun peaked over the horizon. Wedding Day, those were the first thoughts that ran through his head. His master, and mother-figure since arriving at the Order, Lutomi Renelo, was getting married to friend and fellow Councilor Master Reland Gil. The young man was happy for both of them, that they were able to find something special in these dark times was a testament to how love and goodness could still be found even when things are bleak and all too often filled with death. Lifting his head off of the soft pillow, the Jedi Master looked out the window over the tousled mess of short auburn hair that belonged to the woman which was Kai's testament to the same thing. Swinging his feet out of the bed, Kai walked to the window of the local inn. When he had received the invitation, he made all due haste to Lamaredd with Zabić in tow, and had chosen to stay at a little inn in Bartyn's Landing. As the early morning sunlight kissed his skin, Kai closed his eyes and smiled. After a few minutes passed, Kai would return to the bed where the sleeping form of Zabić would be curled up like a ball under the white sheets.

"Zabić," he spoke quietly, trying to ease her out of her dreams. "Zabić, it's time to get ready, we don't want to be late for the wedding now do we?" It was rather amusing for Kai to think about how he had met Zabić and how they had become so important to each other since. Almost like it was the will of the Force that had brought them together on that distant backwater planet. And now, here they were attending the wedding of Kai's master, it made him think if he would be next. Ever since leaving Galtea's moon, Kai Zabić's relationship had changed significantly for the better and in such a way that it made Kai think that maybe they would soon be following suit with another Jedi wedding. It was a thought that tickled Kai, he could see Zabić going about making sure everything was perfect. His thoughts ended abruptly as Zabić opened her eyes. "Morning sleepy head! It's time to get ready, c'mon, I don't want to be the one who was late to his own master's wedding!"

 

[Mistress]

Everything seemed to fall into place, some rather quickly; Zabić saw nothing wrong with that. She had never seen anything, or met anyone, as those which surprised her along this end of the Galaxy. Her most intriguing discovery stared her in the face like a child on the dawn of a day of great and long anticipated festivities. Waking to find him staring her in the face, which she discovered he took a fancy to doing daily, and on this morning like all the rest caused her to smile and momentarily bury her face into her pillow with shyness. Giggling, she reached out and pushed Kai off the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

"Then you better get ready!" Zabić sat straight up, ready to get started. "Before you to go down in history, shamed for such a terrible offense."

She struggled to free herself from the sheets, then dashed right over to grab hold of a box upon the table which held her new dress. She tore off the lid and pulled out the dress to drape it across her shoulders. Zabić twirled. There is nothing she likes better than a brand new dress.

She is eager to meet Kai's Master. She had never seen Master Renelo on any of the fleet vessels while she was onboard. Kai always spoke so highly of her, that Zabić could not deny being a tad nervous, moreso than how uneasy she felt when in the presence of Jedi Master Gil.

They arrived by way of local taxi. Zabić immediately took in the sights. The first thing to catch her eye was the cut flower arrangements on display in front of the rows of seating neatly arranged for the guests. Off to one side there were fire pits ablaze, and tables piled with cuisine, which she observed might be tended by local businesses. The smoke from the grill was luckily downwind from the designated pulpit. The fragrance of meats and cake filled the air, until the taxi travelled upwind from them, then there was something else in the air, a stench in fact, that neither the food nor flowers could coverup...nor could Zabić hear the driver as he expressed his own surprise.

Zabić turned at hearing the robust yowling drowning out that of the beautiful birds, coming from the herd of big, hairy, smelly, Banthas. She gasped, just unsure of the meaning of their presence here. Is this tradition of some sort? Zabić stared, awkwardly at the many grand beasts, as Kai lead her to climb out of the taxi. Even as he walked her down the aisle to the front of the seating, she just couldn't turn her gaze away from the Banthas, regardless of just how entirely dapper she felt Kai to be.

 

[Kenico]

@Kenico, Acting as Dungeon Master for @Lutomi on her behalf

The Receptionist stared at the eclectic group of individuals approach for the wedding. And surely for a planet like Lamaredd, a wedding would be right out of a fairy tale. The receptionist, a tall, silver 3PO Protocol Droid, stood there as they watched the group. The Droid turned to where the wedding would be taking place, the courtyard behind them was utterly splendid, decorated to the customs of both marrying parties, it was tasteful, elegant, and above all--to the Droid at least--tidy. The droid turned back to the peoples who appeared, nodding as they brandished a checklist.

"Kajadii Nor'baal Vesajilic Diori, and Boss Mar Kreeta" replied the 3PO Droid in a male voice, checking them off, "Many thanks for your gifts on behalf of the happy soon-to-be wedded couple." He turned to several attendants, which carefully and gingerly took the precious gift the Hutt Lord had presented, placing it somewhere that it would not be harmed. The protocol droid looked over and outside, a little baffled by the heard of Banthas outside.

"Goodness Gracious me!" He exclaimed, "Um...Many, Many thanks Boss Kreeta for your gifts to the soon-to-be wedded couple." He said, his face did not betray his reaction, but his voice told he was utterly befuddled of the Bantha herd as a gift.

"As for your placements..." He looked over at the list, making sure that the would be in the right spots, "Ah! Here you are! Second Row behind the Bride's party, Lord Kajaddii Nor'baal Vesajilic Diori will be seated in first seat next to the aisle...Pardon the next comment with no disrespect your grace, but seats one through four were reserved to accommodate you Sir. For Boss Kreeta, seat five right next His Lord Hutt"

He nodded to the Hutt and the Gungan to pass, "And I mean no disrespect for the next statement sirs, but you will need to be searched for weapons, explosives, or any other harmful devices before you proceed to your seats." He gestured to two security guards. There were only two, but odds are there were probably more. The patron lending out the venue being used for the wedding was not taking any chances for trouble to brew, "After such time, they will escort you to your seats. Have a nice day and enjoy the wedding."

The Droid turned to the Mandalorian Warrior, clad and dressed to the nines in full armor. He tilted his head, indicating he was confused.

"Hmmm...Prudii Kyramud...I...do not...see you...on the...list...hmmmmm" He said in sections, scanning his list to see if this Mandalorian was indeed invited. He looked over at the Hutt, then back towards the Mandalorian when the latter indicated he was part of the Hutt's retinue.

"I beg your pardon Mighty Hutt, but is this person an associate of yours?"

As all of this was transpiring, the cooks, waiters, and servers were buzzing in a tent nearby, preparing for the Reception post Nuptials. The security guards, some dressed in kit and others dressed to mingle in with the rest of the wedding parties, lurked around to make sure peace and order was kept. The other attendees and such were making sure all was ready for the final stages. So far, all was going according to plan...

 

[Bantha]

Why had she been invited to the wedding? She hardly knew the man--just a little more than a week ago, she learned his last name--and all of a sudden he desired to have her witness the most important day of his life. It was madness! And she wouldn’t forget, he knew her past career as a Sith Warrior and if that were not enough, there was the crazy circumstances of their first meeting.

Nevertheless, if Reeland desired something of her she would move moon and stars to comply. Owing him a massive debt, it was the least she could do.

She arrived on Lamaredd in her small freighter The Gelezis Vaila in the early hours of morning when it was still and dark, for which she was thankful. She still kept to herself most of the time. Leaving the bustling spaceport, Muirgheal drove her rental landspeeder out of the city on her way to the small village, a journey that took a few standard hours along coastal roads. She stopped partway when the sun rose, parking in the sand and walking to the sea’s edge. Kneeling, the figure closed her eyes and said a quick prayer, wondering if her culture’s gods would ever hear. Following with the traditional ritual, she wrote her hope, salam and her worry, silae. She rose and turned, leaving the words to be washed away by the waves.

After she arrived she followed the stream of other guests up to the sectioned-off field. Thankfully, she didn’t know anyone, and it seemed no one knew her. In her hands was a small wrapped box containing a pair of adegan blue crystals, from her own personal collection. It had been a gift to her from her mentor, presumably looted from a Jedi decades ago. They didn’t need to know that. She set the box down with the other gifts on a small table, then stepped aside to people watch. Everyone was dressed up, men wearing sport coats and ladies wearing dresses, except for an unusual Hutt who wore a cape and carried a sceptre. Muirgheal was dressed radically different from the time she met Reeland for the first time: gone was the glamourous long, blonde wig and chest prosthetics. Instead her hair was its natural red, coppery shade and cropped close to her head. She wore a simple tunic and velvet leggings with a cloak that reached her knees. The only adornment besides a bracelet and ring was a magnificent collar of beads and black feathers that fanned over her flat chest.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. There, walking up to the front row with a man on her arm. ’Zabic?! Was it? She used to be a well-known crusader in the Sith Order, protege of former warmaster Darth Vryassu and formidable in her own right. That was, until she fell off the radar some years ago. Should she go introduce herself? Or lie low? She glanced at the chrono on her wrist. There was still some time.

Much to the chagrin of the protocol droid it would seem (she would return to her assigned seat in a moment, for flipping sakes!), she placed herself in the seat behind them and gently tapped the woman’s shoulder with a trembling hand.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you both. Is your name.. Zabic? If I’m not mistaken, you might have known me as Ivaris, a very, very long time ago.”

 

[Ben]

Orlaan had seen people as yesterday progressed tottering about with their various tasks - most of which consisted of 'lift this heavy thing' in his case. Today however, Orlaan had seen no one. He'd woken long before dawn amidst the sleeping presences of his friends and allies that shared the little tavern-space of Bartyn's landing with him. Some old, old friends, who were now so different to when he first knew them. Friends like Larik, so alien now to what he once was, but still one of the best men Ghess had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

The Grandmaster showered and dressed in relative silence, not bothering with a light as he dressed meticulously into something he had not worn in a long time: the official regalia of a Jedi Master. In fact, the last time he'd worn full Jedi robes like this, traditional ones, he had been a Knight. It felt... right? that he should be wearing this today, to oversee the union of two of his good friends. Leaving his room quietly, he ghosted down the corridor, feeling the subdued spirits of friends as he passed. Smiling a little as Orlaan passed Kai's door, another young man he'd become very fond of in the past months, another who had someone else; the happiness he felt for all of these people coming together during such a trying time could not be simply expressed.

Out down the dew-pocked fields of tall grass that skirted the cliff tops, the Jedi walked for a goof half hour. Long enough that he was sufficiently far from the coming merriment to get a little privacy. The sun had not yet begun to rise properly, but he was fairly sure he saw a lightening in the inky blackness that -- where not flecked with star light -- draped across the horizon like a heavy shroud. Orlaan set out his little flask, pulled up his robes so as not to soak them for the ceremony, and slumped down, draping his legs over the cliff faces, admiring the moonlit wave-crests lapping against he beach many meters below.

Snatching the flask from the floor, Orlaan drank as he watched the sun come up. For every drink he took, he poured out one for those he'd lost up to this point. Every year on this day, every year the number of drinks he poured out onto the ground grew, and ever year this day he grew a year older. Of course, he couldn't be quite sure - this was simply the day he was brought to the Order minus about six months, which was roughly the age he was at the time, so he pretty much took that as the best estimate of a date of birth he was going to get. The first name was always the Drivi, and the last was always a gesture to his unknown parents, of which only confused and likely misplaced flashed of what he assumed was his mothers red hair remained.

It was good that he brought a tall flask - it took hours for the sun to rise, and hours more for him to finish his list of names. It was a pity getting drunk was such a challenge these days; also probably pretty lucky he didn't turn up to officiate completely trashed, but there you go. Orlaan was vaguely aware of Reland's searching presence, but he didn't realise that it was he himself that was the object of the hunt until the groom was practically on top of him. Ghess would usually have preferred to cover up this little ceremony, it was a private ordeal, but he felt a little too empty to move. Perhaps company would do him some good.

Ghess twisted as Reland approached, cocking a brow at the younger mans confused expression. Orlaan lifted up his massive flask, decanting a little into his cup and offering it up to Reland, patting the drying ground beside him in invitation.

"For the nerves."

Reland, being the proper gent he was, looked like he was going to object for a moment - a stern chap like himself experience nerves? nonsense - but he pulled short, appraising the offered cup before accepting it and falling on his ass at Orlaan's side; albeit with a little more poise than the giant he joined. Reland took a sip, and looked like he'd spit it out for a moment before willing himself through the ordeal and gulped it down boldly.

"What the heck is that stuff?"

Chuckling and shrugging off the complaints, Orlaan took the cup back and drained it.

"Homebrew. Guess it's an acquired taste."

 

[Mistress]

Zabić was never involved with the Hutts before. In fact she had never seen one up close. She had heard that they have a love of riches, and seeing the one present donning an eccentric attire, she figured it true. Zabić nodded as she and Kai passed.

As a reformed Sith Crusader, she knew of Hutt dealings for sure. Considering their notorious background, she could not imagine what a Hutt was doing here today. She wondered, 'Councilman Gil and Kai's old Master have some secret dealings with the Hutts?' Gungan however, like the one following behind the Hutt, she had met before during her days on Korriban. Zabić had been a bouncer for a little dive bar that was run by one. Fidgety little creature he was, real quick to blow someone's head off too. Zabić had liked that about him most. The Janitor hated it! But that was way back when, and she knew such a thought could be considered corruptive today. Regardless, she fought a snicker at her morbid memory, hoping Kai wouldn't notice and ask her to reveal her thoughts!

Zabić happily linked fingers with Kai's as she sat on the edge of her seat next to him. The instance she felt a tap upon her shoulder from behind, also did she sense the tapper's nervousness, and a red flag naturally raised in Zabić's subconscious. She turned around in her seat with a start easily read on her face. Her hand instinctively moved to rest over her thigh where her Lightsaber is strapped under the skirt of her dress. As the woman spoke her introduction, the defected Crusader immediately relaxed at the woman's projected honesty.

'Ivaris', Zabić heard the name from Satoryu, often linked to her sister spoken of with spite and who is now passed away, although just how never did reach this Jedi Knight's ears. Zabić could feel that this woman was no Crusader about to scheme her way into dragging Zabić back to Korriban for sentencing. She smiled, amazed to meet yet another Jedi who managed to successfully leave the Imperium. Ivaris had to have felt similar tugging in order to be here among the Jedi, and Zabić didn't need to wonder just how far the woman had progressed away from her past traits.

Zabić smiled broadly as she reached over the chair back to grasp hold of the other woman's hand and gave it a lite squeeze in greeting. "My word! I'm certainly surprised to see you here, Ivaris, and very pleased as well! How have you been? I had not heard of your presence among the Jedi. Do you know the wedding party personally?"

She looked at Kai and filled him in. "Kai, Ivaris," she gestured between them. "We had met long ago...during anther life."

The orchestra silently set up among the last few pale blue wildflowers. They quietly began to tune their instruments.

The time is approaching.

 

[TAC]

The ageing Corellian hugged the Jedi Master that had, once upon a time, been a lost and lonely sith acolyte scarred and betrayed by the Sith. Lutomi represented to Larik what he had always been denied - a daughter, in her own right a memberof his family.

This particular day was one that Larik knew he would smile about until the day he died. The day the young woman he had trained and cared for years upon years would be taking another step in her long road of recovery and growth. Her partner was someone Larik had always respected as a peer and a man, and he could not be more happy for the two Jedi Masters.

"Nerves?" he replied, with his signature wide grin. "I'm not nervous. I'm just trying to remember all of the words!" Larik had suffered from a debilitating siezure, and he had learned to smile and joke about the condition that had stripped him of his title, abilities, and duties. He remained somewhat elusive to the Jedi, now, living a private life that he did not care to share with even his closest friends.

An event like this, of course, was one he had happily reaponded to. Truly, he had been honoured that Reland and Lutomi had asked him to play such a significant role in their big day.

From behind the man filling the door frame came the quiet call of the orchestra. Guests were taking their places, and the time to begin the ceremony was quickly approaching. His grin seeming to widen and more, and patting Lutomi's adopted child on the head, his blue eyes twinkled as he locked gazes with Lutomi.

"You ready to start making our way there?"

 

[Raydo]

He set out looking for his friend Orlaan Ghess. He didn't think he could sit still long enough to wait until the ceremony. Whether he found him or not, at least it would give him something to do. He set out walking down the path along the beach that headed back towards the town. It didn't take much looking when he came down onto the beach. He rounded a corner, and there sat Orlaan. The Jedi Grandmaster turned as Reland neared and held out a glass.

Reland took off his jacket and set it on a near by rock as he walked towards the sitting Grandmaster.

"I am not sure any amount of that stuff could calm my nerves." he answered half jokingly half truthfully. He sat down as he took the cup and gave it quick a whiff before tilting back some of the liquid. It instantly burned his throat and he coughed as he swallowed it. It tasted vile. Reland was never too much of a drinking man, but he knew this was nothing to play around with.

"An acquired taste?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "This stuff taste like it should be used to strip paint off an X-Wing." he chuckled still coughing slightly. He took one more drink before handing the flask back to Orlaan. He could already feel its warmth spreading through his body.

The two sat in silent for some time before Reland exhaled loudly and ran his hand over his own face. There was not much to say. Neither of the men were much on sharing their emotions. Reland stood up. "Well, you aren't getting drunk anytime soon, and if I drink any more of the stuff I may tie my pants around my head at the wedding. Which I fear would result in both of us getting killed." he said laughing as he brushed the sand from his pant legs.

It was now getting close to time. Not much had been said between the two but Reland felt his nerves somewhat quieted.

"Oh, by the way, nice robes." Reland said smirking. He knew Orlaan wasn't much on formalities, and had rarely seen the man wear his formal Jedi attire. He continued laughing as he retrieved his jacket and the two sat towards the ceremony.

 

[Mistress]

Lutomi showered her mentor's nose with butterfly kisses before reaching up to straighten his collar one final time. She always marveled at his stoicism. Even having currently lost touch with his awareness of the Force, she felt him still a stealthy Shadow.

Larik always brought a smile to Lutomi. "All these years that I've known you, you have always been a man of little words...until I should happen to stir your ire." She cocked her head and her smile grew. "Don't worry about the show. All you truly need do is listen, and say anything your heart desires. Stand by me, and enjoy your day with us." Heron and Nakshi truly adore Larik. He always challenged them mentally with life lessons, and taught them many important skills even while he wasn't aware he was doing so, just by allowing them to observe him.

He gave her his right arm and Nakshi rushed up next to his left side to grab hold of his other. Lutomi giggled when she noticed, young Nakshi took after her example. She knew, it wouldn't be any time soon that Larik would turn his attention away from a female who asks for it.

She allowed Larik to lead them both through the doorway, and the maestro of the small orchestra saw Lutomi and immediately broke into their opening song.

As she walked slowly along the path shaded by vibrant colored trees, she wondered about Larik. "Who knows, maybe you were slowed down a bit by the Force so that you could take the time to see something from a different perspective."

As Larik's Apprentice, Lutomi saw things which he likely wished she hadn't. Let's face it, Larik was a bit untamed during his younger days. He is a Corellian male afterall! Lots of women found him very attractive. Many of them she would secretly find herself jealous of, for his attention, and she secretly wanted to do away with just about every one of them, except one or two who were most kind hearted towards him, like he deserved.

Lutomi's condition currently set her at a disadvantage. No matter what she was trained to be, or do, the next few months are going to slow down life's pace; and she will cherish every moment in its captivity. Nakshi sensed Lutomi's thoughts of trepidation about delivering her first baby and whispered over to her asking if she is ok, to which Lutomi nodded in reply.

Over a year ago, she had formed the secretive Society of Separatists with intent to protect Larik. It did little good, as the Force has other plans for her mentor. She never could explain to him why she took her deceit as far as she did, but she feels equally protective of him, perhaps even possessive.

"Maybe you'll settle down some day too." If Larik requires a reminder of his most eager admirers, regardless of how much she detests the lot of them, Lutomi has a mental list of names she remembered over all these years, and she can rattle them off her tongue without hesitation.

"I'm planning on spending more time with the Mandalorian Confederacy. The Renelo's are headed by Ral Aran. If you ever need a place to hide, or to drink, they will treat you as family." Their habitual sparring is always a good show, but never mandatory in order to receive a good drink! While it is entirely true what she said to Larik, it was offered as small talk to help take her mind off of her increasing heart rate, as she could now see Orlaan, and after some searching Reland came into view next to him at the other end of the rows of seating. "Oh Larik, I love him to death; why am I so nervous?"

Nakshi giggled as she let go of Larik's arm and with a devilish wink and twiddling fingers waved goodbye towards Lutomi, starting her way down the aisle as the Bride flushed.



@TAC

 

[Ral]

Having get pushed off of his bed by Zabić was a rather unexpected and slightly rude response, but he didn't get mad. He simply laughed as he rolled about for a few seconds before standing up to get ready. Kai smiled at Zabić as she put the dress on and did a twirl in it. Walking up to her he grabbed her hand and grinned. "You look beautiful, I think you'll fit right in. You might just end up out shining just about everyone there! But don't tell anyone I said that. Don't want people getting jealous!" The young Jedi chuckled as he went about his morning routine to get ready. Once he was dressed and feeling dapper, he grabbed Zabić by the arm and led her out.

Once they had reached the area where the wedding was to be held, Kai couldn't help but marvel at all the sights and sounds that surrounded the pair of young adults as they made their way through to the seating area. There seemed to be a lot of people there for the wedding, people Kai had never seen and barely recognized. That didn't surprise Kai; he never assumed to have met everyone the pair of Jedi Masters knew or called a friend, but to see them all there was somewhat jarring. As they walked Kai noticed that Zabić had a little smile on her face for a few moments as though she had remembered something, but he figured she didn't want to talk about it, for as soon as he looked at her she turned away and tried to hide it from him. He figured if she wanted to tell him she could, and left the matter alone.

Clasping her hand in his own as they sat down, Kai also sat on the edge of his seat to be closer to Zabić when a woman tapped on his companion's shoulder. When she introduced him to the woman, whose name turned out to be Ivaris, Kai smiled politely. "It's nice to meet you. I might have to bug you later for an anecdote from back in the day. Maybe of any stories you heard of Zabić here. Especially the embarrassing ones." Kai winked playfully at Zabić with one of his classic half-smiles. "So, are you two excited for the wedding? I sure am, I've known both Masters for many years now. I'm glad both have finally found someone!"

 

[Cheshire]

Why had he been invited to his wedding? Reland had taught him on the Galactic Evolution but Joris was surprised he even remember him never mind inviting him to the most important day of his life! He would go, after all that what he owes him for teaching him almost everything he knows.

He arrived on Lamaredd in his small shuttle called The Victory and made his way through the crowded spaceport, Joris rode a small, rental speeder out the city and to the small village out by the sea. When he arrived, he parked his speeder near a beautiful view that showed the sea and all the neighbouring islands. After he arrived, he followed the stream of people up to the main entrance. He reconsigned a few faces like Jedi Master Lutomi and Jedi Knight Zabic but the rest were all new faces. Most were Jedi, there were a few Hutts but the rest Josis couldn't recogniz. As he followed the line to the gift table , he placed a small, chimed necklace on the table and moved towards the main crowd.

It was busy in there and as he made his way to his seat he thought about introducing himself to the other people but decided against it and sat down in his allocated seat.

 

[Nor'baal]

Next to the Aisle indeed! Thought the Hutt in indignation as he somewhat forcefully pushed past the welcome Droid. He hadn't refused to eaten that Akk Dog steak last night for nothing, but clearly, few people could appreciate his hardship. Sighing to himself, and sweeping clean the nearby tray of canapes being held by a passing servant, the Hutt chomped down on what appeared to be small items of food impaled on wooden sticks, before sliding into his seat.

Normally, well for a more inferior species, the wooden sticks would have posed some form of digestive issue - but for a Hutt, it made little to no difference. Picking up the brochure, which detailed the wedding arrangements for the day, the Hutt found himself almost dozing off due to the...plinky music? he mused.

Softly nodding off, only to be sharply poked by one of the attendant droids, the Hutt began to wish he had eaten the Akk Dog steak, for he found himself hungry once again. Smelling the powerful musk of liquor nearby, and forgetting that he was in fact not surrounded by slaves, he snapped his fingers at the man (@Ben) some form a human in a robe, calling himself 'Orlaan'.

<Boy, fetch me some drink.> he commanded with the usual arrogance of the Hutts.

OOC: Plz don't hurt me

 

[TAC]

The tall Corellian gave his friend a small smile and nod when she noted a potential place of hiding for him. While the man was no longer the Grandmaster of the Order, he was still wanted by the Imperium. Luckily for the Corellian he had quite a bit of experience on the run from the Imperium. Truth be told, of course, that running was tiresome. He had been running for a long time, he really had not stopped since the Battle of Coruscant all those years ago, and he had just about had enough. But still, he smiled and nodded - to know you had a last resort was good, and the company of friends made it better.

Together the two made their way through the halls and towards the procession. "It will be fine, Lutomi," the man said, peering to his side and smiling at the woman. "It is natural to be nervous. This doesn't happen every day."

As they reached what Larik could only describe as the staging area directly off of where Lutomi would soon be walking, they stopped. There was still a few more minutes before they were to begin the ceremonies, and guests were filing into their seats before everything began. Larik took a deep breath. It was difficult not to be able to extend his presence into the areas beyond him, and knowing that most of the people in the room could feel him, he tried to calm his shell of a presence. He cleared his threat and looked at Lutomi, smiling.

"You ready?"

 

[Bantha]

Zabic's relatively warm reception made Murigheal break into a relieved smile. But one of her comments made her shake her head. "I'm not a Jedi, if that's what you think."

Muirgheal couldn't--wouldn't--be a Jedi. Her personality would prohibit her from fitting in. She was a warrior, whose heart sung in the midst of battle. There was no purer form of expression. All pretense, pomp and circumstance and illusions simply ceased to exist. Jedi, she was taught, could never be like this. A few were fearsome combatants, worthy opponents even, but all ultimately went back to meditating upon abstract, imaginary philosophies. It was a lifestyle that favored quiet spirits. But Muirgheal never was quiet; she burned inside with a terrible and bright inner fire, once of darkness, now of light.

"I know Reeland Gil, fairly personally. He was the one who insisted I attend. I'm happy for him."

'Fairly personally' her ass. He entered the depths of her inner conscious to exorcise a Sith spirit. Though it wasn't something either would freely talk of. She couldn't say that she was excited by any stretch, but certainly happy nonetheless. She gave a small wave when Kai, presumably Zabic's boyfriend, turned to say hello.

To Kai's remarks about Zabic's past, she smiled slightly but shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't have as many stories to tell as I would like. We weren't ever that close. But, she was terribly afraid of spiders, I think." That much was true. Muirgheal was her subordinate for most of her time in the Sith. Even when that changed, Muirgheal still held Zabic in low regard before the redhead left the order. It was because she stood for everything Muirgheal once despised--she was a firm believer in protocols and formality, she had a plush family life, she never had to fight or her very right to survive, and she endlessly spouted praise for Empress Andraste and her tyrannical authority. At one point, she was Vryassu's pet.

Muirgheal had tried her best to move past these sentiments, and over time matured enough to forgive people who might have lived a different life. Their perspectives were not overtly wrong. However, she knew that it would be hard--even impossible--to bond closely with these people. And that was okay.

Hearing music begin to start, she quickly excused herself and nearly dashed back to her assigned seat, thankfully towards the back.

 

[Raydo]

Reland and Orlaan walked up the path to where the ceremony was to be held. As they moved the front of the gathering people were already beginning to take their seats. Reland exhaled and clasped the Jedi Grandmaster on the shoulder "Thank you for being here today, brother." he said before letting out another another deep breath as he glanced over at Heron and smiled.

As the last few conversations wrapped up in the moments before the ceremony would begin, Reland reached out with his mind and touched Lutomi's presence. That presence had become to whole Galaxy to Reland. He remembered those years ago when he sat just a little ways further up the coast to where is small home had been. He was alone and in that loneliness, doubt and regret had seized a hold of his very being. That is until Lutomi Renelo had saved him from the shell of a man he was becoming. She breathed life itself back into his soul. It was something he could never come close to repaying her for.

In a time where Reland saw no other option but war, she had been there to serve as a beacon that kept him from staying far from the path. She was the ideal Jedi, but more importantly, she was the purest soul Reland had ever come across.

He let his mind linger in the place between her mind and his for a few long seconds before soft music began to play and the rest of the guest quickly found seats. He had been touched by the response of those that chose to attend. Those who Reland or Lutomi had interacted over the years, some more than others, but they all felt like the family Reland had never had growing up.

Nakshi was first to make her way down the isle. It was a rare occasion indeed to see the young girl where dresses or anything that she viewed as impractical, but she was beautiful regardless. As she neared the front, Reland winked at her "You are absolutely beautiful" he said quietly as she passed. The girl blushed as she turned.

Then the crowd grew completely silent, even the nearby ocean seemed to quiet in anticipation as Lutomi, led by Larik Novan, rounded the path and began walking down the isle. He was struck by her perfection. Like so many times before, when she was near, the world around them seemed to just fade away. She moved down the isle with angelic grace, the colors around her seeming brighter just by her proximity to them. Reland's face ached from smiling so wide. There was no way he could contain the amount of joy and love that he felt in that single instant.

As the two reached the front of the isle, Reland stepped forward and with a slight bow of his head towards Larik, took Lutomi's hand from his. As they stood there, now together, Reland found himself struck breathless, lost in the gaze of her light blue eyes.

 

[Mistress]

Kai always seemed to gush over Zabić, and she certainly wasn't about to attempt to stop him. She accepted the fact that she is absolutely hooked. It was a new concept, to care about someone else and not feel that they were just going to someday walk out on her, like had happened in her past.

Zabić smiled as Kai welcomed the other ex-Sith named Ivaris like it was no gracious feat. He even asked for stories about Zabić as if life was even comparable between the two sides of the Force. Jedi younglings seemed to enjoy a security she had never known in her youth. She could not afford to play and fool around; she could have found herself rejected by her instructors, or worse, put down for any reason to their distaste.

Zabić could not help but recognize Ivaris' switch from a warm welcome to the cold shoulder. She never asked for forgiveness, but she knows full well of what crimes against humanity she is guilty. She doesn't need someone in her life who will stand as a constant reminder, and maybe hinder her progress. The woman had decided to remove herself rather quickly, to which Zabić simply turned away. Timing was perfect, for the Grand Hutt of a character just demanded a Läger like he was at a sidewalk café, and not from a droid but from... Zabić stretched her neck to see who. 'Ah!' Why from none other than the Jedi Grandmaster, of course! Her mouth simply dropped in disbelief as the show started to unfold.

Josis, one of her Padawan Learners had arrived. Zabić noticed the young boy sitting alone, seeming quite timid, so she waved to him and smiled from a distance.

Councilman Gil and the Grandmaster took their places. Again, the monstrous Grandmaster's presence was suffocating only at first. Then she felt the gush of emotion from the Groom followed by the Bride. She was awestruck, remembering her parents used to engage in this same fashion, but never having witnessed it since, until this very moment. Not even the smell and baying, -if you could call it that,- of the Bantha could kill the mood.