Open Social First Of His Name

[Altair Din]

Altair quirked a brow at Vahliri's (@Altaris) words, a challenging look in his eyes. He switched off hands easily enough, gracefully moving with her, “And why’s that?” He asked as he spun her out and took a few steps into sweeping squares before tugging her back in, “You know I ain’t no good and I burn everything I touch,” He said as they continued to dance. She was no stranger to the drama that surrounded him at all times. The last social event was a nightmare and he was at the center of it. Being King meant he had even more drama potential.

Nevertheless, it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t find new ways to be infuriating. And so he tugged her towards himself again, spinning her so she easily twirled right against his chest, her back pressed against it. Altair leaned in towards her ear, “And only one of us fireproof,” His voice rumbled quietly before he twirled her out again, this time releasing her. The tiefling smiled at her before he grabbed a goblet off a passing tray, raising it in toast to her before taking a swig and walking off.

The night was young and he had many people to greet. He made his way over towards a group of Imperials, the crowds always parting the way whenever he walked. Despite cutting an imposing figure, it was obvious Altair was in the mood to celebrate.

“Gents,” He called out to them with a grin, “Thank you for joining this evening,” Altair said, “And thank you for all you do,” Altair said as he urged them all to raise their glass, “To the soldiers! Without whom there would be no Empire!” He said particularly loudly so nearby Sith were once again reminded of his stances. The tiefling grinned and threw back his drink, enjoying the rush of the local strong drink.

@Alhon @Charles @Srota

 

[Caduceus Ramage]

"I intend nothing but honor with that title, my lady. As a culture the Harch do not make veiled threats, and we respect titles earned through major effort. And your one of many titles. One day I wish to have the glory of more than just 'Lieutenant'." The Harch held one hand around the females (@LadyRen ) waist and raised one of her arms, spinning her in an odd grasp and allowing one of her arms to be free. After a few rotations his arm reached to grab her free hand, before slowing back into a traditional dance. He eyed that a major player was moving from his dance partner, so he moved his head closer to her ear to whisper into it.

"I understand this may have been embarrassing, but I atleast thank you for your compliment. Now if you excuse me, I wish to make a special day even greater. Or atleast i hope I will. May our paths cross again. Welcome back." He pulled his head back to smile at the Sith before nodding, softly spinning her again before his hand let hers go. He couldn't have been a step or two away when she stopped, his legs were not long enough nor steps fast enough to make it where he could just vanish in the crowd. As he stepped one of his arms grabbed a flute of a near by platter and made his move towards the Sith he needed to speak with. He raised his glass to the toast and slowly sipped the drink before turning to Altair.

"My lord", his voice softly spoke to the newly crowned king ahead of him (@Sreeya ), "it was an honor to be selected to serve as your music for this great event. Now, iunderstand you asked for no gifts, but my crew and I wished to bring you one. It is nothing you do not deserve, atleast according to us. Would you mind if we showed it here, as I feel it would be most appropriate seeing the content." Another of the many arm limbs the Harch had motioned off to the side it seemed, as two of his crew members were primed to wheel over what seemed to be a long, thin metallic cargo container. The Harch was extremely nervous, a soft click ending his sentence as his nerves began to freeze. Would the new king like his gift? Would he be executed for just trying? He didn't know, but suddenly the arachnid knew why many humanoids got nervous around more important beings. Yet to all but the Sith he did not show, his outter appearances being stoic and confident.

 

[Celeste Stythani]

The song continued and so did their shared dance, however Celeste's eyes were still tainted by a hint of wariness mixed with a subtle warning for now, while she listened to his explanation. She nodded curtly, his polite way of phrasing all that surprising her a little. But okay. That was indeed better than a threat and she was dearly hoping - for the sake of the Lieutenant- that he was staying true to his words.

"Then I wish you well for the future. May you achieve whatever goals you want to pursue" (@Olwin). While she replied that with a rather warm smile, she would still stay cautious and watch him. With one last, graceful spin she left his embrace and thus their dance before she slipped through the crowd and headed towards the bar for now, to get herself a little refreshment before she would probably enter the dancefloor again.

Varyn was still busy and she definitely wouldn't interrupt his dance with Clove, but she did watch them amusedly for a few moments(@Phoenix) before her gaze flicked over to the king, who was engaged in a conversation with a bunch of Imperials (@Sreeya). She also wanted to congratulate Altair now that he was officially was coronated, however he was still involved in a conversation and the line of people that wanted to speak to him was long anyway, so she could wait for now. With her legs elegantly crossed she sat on one of the stools near the bar while she waited for her drink, her eyes scanning the crowd for more familiar faces.

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

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When Varyn called it a serenade, Clove's cheeks flushed slightly. She couldn't exactly call it a serenade, given that she sang about the butcher being burned. But she figured there was no point in correcting him, and she wasn't interested in shining even more light on herself. Especially since she had no idea who she was dancing with, other than the fact that his name was Varyn and he had been drugged.

"To us, having a better night!" Clove laughed joyfully before twirling around for a moment, her dress concealing the fact that she nearly tripped over her heels as her legs protested. Her upper body carried it gracefully, and her little bop almost blended in with the swirl. When she came back from the twirl, she rested her hand back on his shoulder, looking up at the man who towered over her.

She really needed to find someone who didn't tower over her. Even Ruz grew to the point where she had to look up.

"Well, you picked it up well! Couldn't tell you never took formal dance lessons." She said with sincerity in her voice. Clove followed each sway, lightly holding onto Varyn while allowing him to lead her across the dance floor, her hair dancing with each new turn.

"Thank you very much! An', hmmmm..." The half-Annfyn hummed for a moment. "I believe this is my second 'high society' event, though it would seem that as the owner of the Star Guardians, I'll be gettin' more invites." It was... somewhat weird for Clove, and especially new. She hadn't intended for the Star Guardians to attend galas and coronations when she created them. "I assume you go to these events often?"

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[Varyn Atrix]

Varyn smiled as she complimented his dancing skills, keeping the pace going right until the song began to slow down and come toward its conclusion. She covered her missteps well, and Varyn made no comment.

The Star Guardians? he said. He had heard of them, but never had any real interaction with the group. She was young to be its owner, but that just made it all the more impressive. Was it so different from Sith? Altair had just been crowned King, after all.

Often? That's a pretty strong statement, he said with a snicker. I come occasionally. Mostly I'm just here to congratulate and celebrate Altair, he said. Speaking of which, the new King had been so swarmed with people that Varyn hadn't had the chance yet.

As the song came to a close, he smiled again and gave a slight bow. Thank you for the dance, Clove. May our paths cross again. I think I need to track down his Majesty to steal a moment of his time, he said.

With that, he would take his leave of Clove in search of Altair unless she opted to join him.

Varyn did the sidle over to Altair as the Tiefling made greeting to the Imperials, waiting for a break so as not to interrupt before speaking up.

Gentlemen, he said to the gathered soldiers, not actually knowing any of them personally.

Your Commanding Graceship, he said, trying to suppress a smirk at the light teasing before becoming a bit more serious.

Congratulations, Altair. You've certainly earned it, he said, far more serious this time than before.

@LilyNion @Sreeya @Olwin @Charles @Alhon @Srota

 

[Max Dram]

"Now they're letting the hounds in" Max feigned disdain at Gorr's approach before smiling and clapping the white wolf on the back "The pleasure's mine" he replied "we gave em hell didn't we. Maybe they will throw me and you a party one day". He was pleased to see the Lieutenant; Gorr might be a savage fuzzball but he had proven himself on Terminus and helped Max get the job done. There were few better ways into his circle of trust.

"Those we left behind" he repeated solemnly, picking up Cresta's toast and taking another swig. The stuff was starting to hit him now, if only slightly. He thought about switching his liquor for a moment, but then there was a ripple in the crowd and King Altair was sweeping towards them. The Lieutenant stiffened automatically.

Altair's toast was generous and well-timed and Max joined everyone in responding. "To the soldiers!" he drained his glass this time, actual names and faces flashing briefly in his mind. He pushed them aside. The King and his entourage were all around now, with more than one Sith nodding their direction. The party atmosphere swelled.

"How about we dial this up, gents? Shots to mark the occasion?"

@Charles @Srota @Sreeya @Phoenix

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

"Mmhmm." Clove said, her eyes slightly brightening. "A humanitarian organization! My baby project!" Her lips curled into a warm smile, her ears danced up and down ever so slightly; even though she had only said a few words about it, it was clear how passionate she was about it.

Varyn's snicker made her laugh softly as well, nodding in agreement. "I see. Well, it's a worthy party to be a part of. Who would have guessed Altair would become king at such a young age?" It was difficult to read her tone, mostly because, aside from pride, she was still conflicted after seeing him on that throne. It was nothing like the Altair she was so used to.

"Ah!" The half-Annfyn smiled before bending through her knees and sinking into a curtsy, one foot sliding behind the other. After remaining in the curtsy for a moment, her dress billowing behind her like pink cotton clouds, Clove straightened her legs and grinned at Varyn while taking one last look at the man. "I'm sure we'll run into each other again! It was a pleasure to meet you. Enjoy your time with the King!"

After waving him farewell as she watched him leave, she turned to look around the room. But, in the end, she decided it was time to go. She'd given her gift and shown her face to Altair at the ceremony, so it was time to return to one of the planet's few camps and help there. Not everyone was fortunate enough to go to the ceremony. And for the time being, only Varyn and Altair had noticed her, and she preferred to keep it that way.

Clove waved goodbye to Altair(@Sreeya), not knowing if he was looking over or not, before turning on her heels and leaving the palace.

/exit thread

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[Brynjolf Baan]

"To those left behind." Gorr found another glass of whiskey to raise in toast to the fallen. He was glad to be amongst friends and allies that understood the White Wolf. But, as he finished downing the drink, the King himself arrived and gave a toast to the soldiers. Gorr was baffled and honored and a million other things! This was fantastic! A huge wolfish grin spread across Gorr's maw as he raised his glass in another toast.

"To the Empire!" He chanted. "Long live King Altair Din! May his reign be momentous and his life long and prosperous!" Gorr would've done anything to serve by his Commander's side again. Was in pursuit of a royal guard, perhaps? Was there a way for Gorr to join it so he could shadow Altair a bit more? Maybe he'd look into further one day, but for now, it was time to celebrate. "If there is anything my King acquires, Lieutenant Gorr will always be at your service, my liege." Gorr would salute Altair before dipping his head in a gesture of gratitude.

Looking back to Maximus with a giddy smile, Gorr nudged him with an elbow playfully. "Imagine that. The King himself appreciates us, too." Whatever dreary and depressed moods the Lieutenant was feeling before had all died, being replaced with gratitude and joy. "You still owe me that steak, Lieutenant. But... A few rounds of shots won't hurt anyone, hmhmhm..."

@Sreeya @Alhon @Srota

 

[Darrand Cresta]

It was an odd feeling to be here, surrounded by those who controlled the halls of power, and yet he was somehow beginning to feel welcome. Perhaps this was why the man was the king, and why he was but a Lieutenant. He kept his thoughts to himself, stowing them deep down, pushing the doubt and the discomfort deep within him, and instead smiling as he looked about the gathered group of people. He slipped a hand into a pocket and fished out a well-worn and weathered sabacc deck, fanning it with practiced ease.

He still felt awkward, and he still felt out of place, but such was the way of these things, at least the group around him seemed to be a bit more relaxed about their environment. But even so, he raised his glass high in toast to those who were left behind, and when the new king arrived before the group, well then it became even more awkward. He felt himself tense, raising the glass high in a more formal salute, well as much of one as he could be expected to give, glass in hand. He found that the more informal air had been sucked out of the moment with the arrival of the monarchy and the Sith who hung on around him. He finally brought himself to down his drink, repeating the words of all others who toasted once he was done.

"Shots would be good, I think... All we need is the sound of engines humming in the background and it will be just like being back on ship, won't it?" He said with a chuckle, letting his gaze jump between the King and his retinue. "I even got a sabacc deck with me..." He whispered conspiratorially to the group.

@Sreeya @Alhon @Charles @Phoenix

 

[Nakoa Singh]

"-and that's you should invest in aquaculture; look to the sea, cut down imports." Somehow or other, Nakoa'd gotten into a spirited, friendly debate with one of the local nobles that started with both of them going after some shrimp cocktail. The noble mentioned it was imported from some other fancy planet, the Wrean dryly commented on how the ocean was visible literally outside the castle windows, and off they'd gone through at least one round of dancing.

"Well, the prior king wasn't big on industry if it wasn't making guns," the noble grumbled. Nakoa snickered. "Well, the old king is dead. Long live the king." They both raised their glasses, then again when King Din loudly toasted the Imperial soldiers. The Wrean Sith had many opinions, none of which disagreed with that statement. Although the side-eye that Altair got from some of the other Sith who heard his toast was pretty funny considering the most he expected of them was some passive-aggressive Spacebook posting.

MUSIC​

The music changed after a brief break to something less ponderous and Nakoa decided to go find a dance partner. They strode toward a particular somebody in a fire-red dress he'd spotted off by herself. "Is that Tiamat the gate-maker rocking a red dress? I'm Nakoa, good to meet you," they greeted in accented basic with an unmistakable tone of interest. "Feel like dancing?" Nakoa asked with a gesture toward the ballroom floor and a proffered hand. Obviously, the direct approach was preferred.

@GABA

 

[Emir Din]

Like Amira, Emir also waved at their mother when she was close to them. He was relieved that she didn’t seem to have heard him complaining about the ascot. The young Tiefling was certain that if she had heard it, his Ma wouldn’t be looking so happy right now.

When his parents started dancing, the young Tiefling felt split between feeling happy for them having a moment to have fun and the shame of seeing how silly they looked at the moment. He wondered when such dancing moves were used, because he was sure that it wasn’t used for at least three decades.

However, only because he felt a bit ashamed of his parents' display, Emir wasn’t going to agree with how the people that Amira showed to him were laughing at the middle aged couple. If they want to be silly, they have the right to do it by being the parents of the new king. Besides that, the young Tiefling always thought that it was part of the mission of a parent making their children feel a bit ashamed.

“Of course!” Emir said, before following Amira to the dance floor. Even if he thought that his parents’ dance was silly, the young Tiefling would support them by mimicking it. He would not allow people to laugh at them, not even these stupid nobles that thought that were important only because they were born with a fancy surname.

With that in mind, he started to watch their moves and copy them in the best way that he could. While doing it, Emir would also try to match Amira's movements, in an attempt to have some synchrony.

@llamallove

 

[Darth Tempest]

Vahliri never allowed her gaze to stray from Altair - following the Tiefling through every twirl and sweeping step. The half-Annfyn was a natural on the dancefloor, and her love for it was clearly reflected in the graceful, fluid motions of her body. The chandelier light glinted off her jewelry and hairpiece, only contributing to the display as she moved.

All the same, the half-Annfyn couldn’t help but consider Altair’s words. It was the same place they always came to, just as infuriating each and every time. Her brow knitted together for a moment - raising ever-so-slightly in surprise when the Tiefling pulled her against his chest.

Her fluted ears immediately swiveled and turned in response to Altair’s breath. He knew precisely what he was doing, even if the words brought her no satisfaction. “You already know the answer,” Vahliri said flatly, her voice quiet enough for only the Tiefling to hear. She was perfectly aware of the drama and heartache that followed the Tiefling. And he knew, by now, why she was always drawn back in the end. Just before she was twirled out and released. As she reached the edge of the dancefloor, the half-Annfyn reached for a flute off a passing tray - raising it in toast to Altair with a small smile. “Your Grace,”

For a moment or two, she watched the Tiefling turn and walk away. She wouldn’t pretend that the sight bothered her on some level, but for once the half-Annfyn decided and wasn’t going to dwell on it for the evening. She took a long drink from bed glass before turning on a heel - amber eyes sweeping the room.

It didn’t take her long to spot Lord Draugr amongst the mix - and she promptly began to make her way in that direction. Grabbing an extra glass as she went, the half-Annfyn extended the new drink to the Zabrak upon reaching him. “Lord Draugr,” She nodded towards him respectfully, “Not the dancing type?” Vahliri asked with a grin. Internally, she couldn’t help but wonder if the Zabrak was going to still be grumpy after she declined to be his Second-in-Command - but it wasn’t really her style to beat around the bush, either.

@Sreeya @Scoobert

 

[Ashla Ti]

Ashla had never liked dressing up, finding the right dress, the right look, it had all seemed too much for her. Not worth the effort. Heck, she had almost gotten herself killed in the very first social she had attended because she was dressed like a street urchin and hadn't followed the mask protocol. But today, today she had made an exception. Tonight wasn't about her, it was about Altair, and for him she was willing to put in the effort. For her friends, she would always put in the effort. She had done her research, and figured out the colors of his banner, and had paid a positively exorbitant amount of money to commission a custom dress in black and gold, the pattern on her back meant to represent both Altair's horns and the dragon sigil he had chosen. It had been a pain to get into, but at least she didn't have to worry about doing her hair.

Arriving a little late, actually more than a little late, she ended up frozen at the entrance. She had distracted herself for days, checking who'd be there, what she should wear, if she should bring a gift, [i[what[/i] she should bring as a gift. But now that she was here she was terrified to step in. She had spent the last few years wandering the Galaxy, searching for Cairo, trying to be useful in a way she could. The Cadre had taught her to be a hunter, so she had hunted. All this time she had hunted, and come up with nothing. She had known it was a wild goose chase for some time now, but giving up and returning meant admitting that she had failed. Altair had been the idiotic heart of their group, Vahl the passion and soul, and Cairo the grounding presence that kept them laughing through it all. And her, she was just there. The one that just tagged along. It was her greatest fear, that she did not belong. If she could not do even this one simple thing then what use was she? It was that fear that had kept her searching, kept her from returning. And now, kept her from stepping in.

She might have just stayed there forever, observing her friends from a distance. It was only when a tiny person in a pink dress came out that she realized that she couldn't delay this forever. "Sorry." She said softly as she stepped out of the way so that she wasn't blocking her exit. "That's a very nice dress." She added with a polite smile, and taking a deep breath stepped into the grand hall.

Immediately her eyes started scanning the gathered crowd, easily spotting Vahl. As tiny as she was, she had a presence that was hard to miss. And just as striking a presence was Altair himself. The King. She smiled at the thought, how far they had come from the days of crashing on fucking Zakuul and fighting over who'd sneak in drinks for the next movie night. Taking another deep breath, she walked towards Altair and the group gathered around him. That was good, a crowd, that meant she wouldn't have to face him alone, not just yet. She picked up a drink as she passed, and downed it in one shot, but it did nothing to calm her nerves. So she picked up another before reaching the group and waiting till she caught Altair's eye. When had he grown so tall?

"To the King!" She raised the glass and gave him a nervous smile. "Long may he reign!"

@Sreeya @Altaris @LilyNion

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat watched silently as the festivities continued, her plan to stay back and just let the rest of the world here flow around her seemed the most cautious option as she sipped her drink. The last she wanted was anything dramatic, she wanted to relax, enjoy herself, and dance, though she was finding herself avoidant as those who seemed to eye her were socialites looking to make good in the inner workings of the Empire. Easily ones who were not there for enjoying themselves, more so, networking and creating more powerful connections. Which all sounded like work to the woman so on the sidelines she stayed put. Of course this left her alone to her thoughts, the hall seemed to eventually gravitate to all the Din siblings as Altair brought them new opportunity as dancing begun.

When the music changed, the woman downed the glass of champagne, uncertain what glass she was on now as her attention was drawn suddenly to a newcomer, or at least a face she didn't recognize, but they did recognize herself. "Nakoa," she repeated their name, a small grin forming as she did preferred the direct approach. "Lets dance!" The woman took their hand as she handed off her glass to a passing noble, seeming confused for a moment, but Tiamat didn't give him a second thought.

She walked onto the dance floor with Nakoa, one hand grasping a handful of dress to avoid tripping to the quicker pace of the music.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Altair Din]

Altair grinned at the call for shots, “Done,” He said as he snapped his fingers for some shots to be brought over, “But I warn you, gents, I can drink all of you under the table,” (@Srota @Alhon @Sicadorito )He said as he clinked their glasses together and threw back the first shot and then another. His tiefling anatomy filtered alcohol through his system at a heightened pace. Altair glanced up as Ramage (@Olwin) made his way over. Normally spiders terrified Altair, but this man looked dignified and outright cool. The tiefling smiled brightly at him, “Aww you really didn’t have to get me anything,” He said, his gaze flicking over to the gift in question, “Let’s see it!”

The King continued speaking with the throng of Imperials when Varyn (@Phoenix ) walked over, “Join us for a shot!” Altair grabbed a shot glass, took a sip and his face went vacant for a moment. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he started shivering a bit, his hand clutching at his throat. After a moment, his eyes returned to normal and he grinned at Varyn and elbowed him, “Just kidding. No poison,” He said with a snicker as he handed the glass to Varyn. What was friendship if you couldn’t troll every now and then?

As he was looking at Varyn, his gaze flicked past the Champion and the direction he came. He saw Clove wave goodbye and walk off. Altair stared that way for a moment. She hadn’t even bothered to say hello. It didn’t matter who surrounded him, this was one of the biggest days of his life. And she couldn’t be bothered to exchange a single word. The tiefling only grinned as he raised a glass in toast in the direction she vanished, “Good to see you too,” He said sarcastically.

However, by some miracle, the direction he raised his glass he saw another figure emerge. He saw the black dress, he saw the slender figure, and he saw…the monorails (@Wit). Altair’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He couldn’t contain the sudden surge of emotions that almost overwhelmed him. The glass in his hand was casually tossed aside, he placed a hand on an Imperial’s shoulder and gently guided them out of the way.

Anyone dancing in his path was nudged aside with the Force, the seas parting before a titan as he took purposeful steps across the floor. They were confident steps, powerful steps, his head held high, his shoulders square. And yet she would know those eyes. They were the same eyes of that dorky boy on Zakuul or when they were hiding in the kitchen or when he rescued her from a prison. They were the same highs that held countless memories. For all the gains he had made, for all the ways he became king, for all the ways he was advancing towards the very top of the Empire, they were the same eyes she had known. Those eyes held a tenderness that spoke a thousand words of love and friendship. And she would know then that she was always a part of the group. That she had always belonged.

“ASH!” He cried out as he closed the distance. He unceremoniously wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, physically lifting her off the floor. It was perhaps the happiest he had looked in months as he excitedly spun her around and looked up at her. No doubt the gesture caught the attention of many, but it was obvious he didn’t care.

After setting her down, Altair kept his tight hold on her, hugging her as if she would slip away like water. As if she would forever disappear like Cairo had. He slowly drew back from her, his eyes slightly glassy. Altair bit his lip before he spoke, “You’re taller than I remember…your fuckin’ monorails.. Are out of control,” He whispered before he softly chuckled, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes.

 

[Ashla Ti]

Ashla smiled when she realized that Altair had spotted her, the way he reacted, the same old look in his eyes that she remembered, the hug he wrapped her in. It made her forget all the fears that had kept her away for so long, in that moment she was just glad to be here, in that moment she felt at peace. She held on just as he did, refusing to let go, and as he pulled back she almost didn't want to let him. She wanted to hold on, to that moment, to that sense of peace, to that complete lack of worries.

But she also knew that couldn't happen, and so she let go, but unable to look him in the eye. It was the word monorails that finally broke through the awkwardness that had gripped her, and a half-sobbed chuckle escaped her lips. She looked up then, blue eyes tinged with tears that threaten to run down her face.

"Me?" She managed to half sob, half speak the word. Reaching up with her right hand, she touched the crown that sat atop his head. "What about you? You've.." She paused, realizing once more just how much he had changed, how much he had grown. In more ways than one. At a loss for words, she tapped the crown with a finger before gently cupping the side of his face in her hand and continuing in a lower voice. "It suits you, it really does."

She wanted to say more, apologize for failing him, for failing Vahl. She couldn't find him, and they had every right to hate her for it. But before she had the opportunity to do so, the music suddenly stopped. And drums started playing from the entrance.

MUSIC​

Even the choir crew that had been performing some of the music so far seemed to join in, the conductor droid given instructions by the new arrivals. A music troupe marched in, dressed in traditional Bandomeer festive attire of old, very likely there from the planet itself. Ashla used the distraction their arrival provided to quickly turn her head away for a moment and wipe away her tears, just as the band started singing.

Spoiler: lyrics

Make way for King Ali
Say hey, it's King Ali

Hey! Clear the way in the old courtyard
Hey you, let us through it's a brand-new star
Oh, come be the first on your block to meet his eye

Make way, here he comes
Ring bells, bang the drums
You're gonna love this guy

King Ali, fabulous he, Ali the conqueror
Show some respect, boy, genuflect, down on one knee
Now, try your best to stay calm
Brush up your Friday salaam
Then come and meet his spectacular coterie

King Ali, mighty is he, Ali the conqueror
Strong as ten regular men, definitely
He's faced the Jedi's shit hordes
A hundred killiks with swords
Who rescued Mustafar's lords? Why, King Ali!

"Your...gift." She said through a worried smile, wondering how he would react to it. It was a little over the top, but she had years worth of celebrations to catch up on. "I remember how much you liked this movie, so I changed the words to match. I'm sure you could have done a better job of making it work, but..." She stopped, looking at him with a worried look. "Hope you like it."

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Draugr]

As the Zabrak stood watching on, he noticed a certain familiar face coming his way. It was none other than Vahliri, and admittedly he was not excited to see her coming to speak, but he held nothing against her for she was honest when denying the position among the Blades as second in command. He would have liked her better if she accepted of course, but her want for showing her face had kept her from it.

Accepting the drink offered to him from the half-Annfyn, he would give her a nod and greet her in return, "Vahliri, good to see you made it." When she asked if he wasn't the dancing type he had found it humorous as he enjoyed a good dance so long as he was asked. If there were no one he found interest in dancing with, or anyone who found interest in dancing with him, he would stay off to the side and just conversate. "I enjoy a good dance here and there. Is this your version of a proposal?"

The Zabrak would give a slight smirk as he took a sip from the glass and then set it to the side before extending his hand for her to take. IF she would accept he would walk to the dancefloor with her and begin with smooth and fluid dance. His left holding her hand, and his right placed right above her waists, being respectful enough to not touch anywhere unwelcome. He would allow her to make for conversation as he initiated the dance.

@Altaris

 

[Asher]

Asher was late, unsurprisingly. He was never a fan of coming to social events. He didn't hate them per-say, he just wasn't a fan. To many people, to much noise. And most importantly, to him at least, the damn dress code.

As usual, the human champion had let someone with a little more fashion sense dress him. This time in a red suit with gold collar and a black shirt to match. Also as usual he felt like a dressed up money, but also had to admit to himself he looked, "not bad."

In his right hand he held a medium-ish sized box, just over a foot long and half and thick. It was a case. Containing a gift for a friend, a King now as it turned out. Asher had hidden away on the base on Mustafar. Meanwhile the galaxy had rolled on and now Al was not only an officer, but royalty.

Hearing the music suddenly start, Ash smile as he mused. "Wasn't this from that movie a couple years back?"

His eyes suddenly caught the man of honor as he found Ashla. Slowly then, he picked his way around the strangers. Some Imperial, some fellow Sith. He could not help but glance over to Vahl (@Altaris ). Wanting to say hi, but still not sure where he stood with her. She was busy with Draugr though, so Asher returned his attention to the man of the hour. Quietly waiting for a moment to say congratulation, before getting a much needed drink.

@Sreeya

 

[Nakoa Singh]

Nakoa grinned brightly as Tiamat accepted, although it was partly for the bewildered look on the noble's face. Out on the floor, the Wrean mirrored Tiamat and used one hand to lift their own dress away from the ground, then raised their paired hands up between them. "I like the gold," they commented with a playful glint in amber-gold eyes, flipping their hair to lay mostly over their left shoulder. The music was lively and so were the steps as Nakoa took the lead, beginning in a paired circle as heels clacked against the floor with the beat.

They quickly got into the swing of things, stepping in closer for a full circle and ducking to spin themself below Tiamat's arm, black dress swishing through the air. Nakoa lead Tiamat into a spin of her own as the instruments trilled, enjoying the dance just for the sake of it. "You usually come to these sorts of things?" they asked, vaguely remembering seeing her at another celebration. The other details were sort of hazy on account of all the drinking, substances, and other such chaos.

Midway through the song sped up and Nakoa let go of Tiamat's hand, switching sides to offer her his other one instead. "Your turn!" They changed the rotation to the other direction but otherwise handed off the lead for the faster second half of the song.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tempest]

Vahliri offered Draugr a polite smile, raising her glass in toast to the Zabrak Councilor. In truth, she was pleased to see he wasn’t too butthurt about her earlier rejection, and had presumably moved on by now. Her brow arched when he offered a dance - head tilting ever-so-slightly to regard him. The half-Annfyn was just about to reach a hand out to accept, when her attention was drawn by the sound of Altair’s voice.

Ash.

Without hesitation, the half-Annfyn’s head whipped around - amber eyes widening with a mixture of excitement and surprise. To her disbelief, she immediately caught sight of a familiar set of monorails peaking above the crowds. She could hardly believe it - and there was no hiding the pure joy that etched into her features.

After a prolonged moment, she glanced back to her would-be dance partner, gently withdrawing the hand, “Before the night is over,” She said to Draugr without really paying much attention to him, by that point. Vahliri would make a point to seek the man out for a dance.. But at that moment, it was far from her priority.

After unceremoniously thrusting her drink into the hands of a nearby noble, Vahliri quickly made her way across the room - amber eyes flicking between both Altair and Ashla. It had been.. So long, since they’d seen each other. Too long. For all the years that had passed - for all the ways they were different people, those bonds formed on Zakuul were strong as ever. Through the years and countless memories, the Togruta was one of the closest people in Vahliri’s heart.

Vahliri arrived just as Ashla’s ‘gift’ finished their performance, allowing Altair a moment to react before the half-Annfyn practically ran into the Togruta. “ASHLA!” She cried excitedly, throwing her arms around the woman. There was no question of where she’d been, or what had come from the search for Cairo. There was no hatred or perception of failure.

She only cared that Ashla was there. That they were all together, and had each other.

“You’re really here,” She smiled up at the Togruta, amber eyes warm and verging upon tears. It was a stark contrast from the woman that Vahliri had become amongst most Sith - a side that was reserved only for those who truly mattered. Her arm snaked around Altair as well, tugging them both together.