Foundations and Formalities

[Wit]

Kain heard the announcement of Barak Mercer's arrival and a few minutes later noticed him standing by the bar. As his own drink was nearly empty and he was yet to locate any old acquaintances from the CADF, he made his way to the bar. Halfway there he noticed the presence of another at Mercer's side, Grand Moff Morgenroete. Though he hated politics and the games that bureaucrats always seemed to be playing, he was willing to bear this bureaucrat for a while, after all he did need a drink.

Reaching the bar he nodded to the duo, "Grand Vizier Mercer, Grand Moff Morgenroete." Pointing to the bartender to refill his glass, he turned around a moment later with a full glass in his hands once more. Looking at the vast chamber in front of them he slightly inclined his head towards the Grand Vizier, "Didn't really expect it to be such a somber gathering, did you?" The sarcasm in his voice was evident, as was the disdain he felt for some of the beings in the chamber. As a pair of Chiss walked past them, a female Imperial Colonel walking with them and talking animatedly, Kain once more addressed the duo, "So what do you think, an alliance for the ages?"

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Grand Moff Grozz'Urra, he thought to his self. It sounds so glorious, but in actuality I am me. Is this what those people see? They seem to believe that the way they perceive themselves is how they are truly perceived. The protocol droids and astromech droids announcing names and titles, it was humorous to watch from up here, taller than them, how they acted quite foolishly. This was a meeting of professionalism and discipline, yet like others, he noticed that mainly the higher ranks were those that carried themselves the most unprofessionally.

It seems that I must be one of the few higher ranks to exemplify the behavior that has brought this empire so far. He scoffed at half of the masses and respected admirably the other half.
A twi'lek dancer seemed to parade in with one of the sith, but was now making frivolous attempts to mingle with the wookiee.
"You couldn't handle me, I'd rip you in half.", he said before turning to walk the other way.
Bars, alcohol, and spices, this meeting would be a kriffing joke in no time. This was why he hated bars, the alcohol clouded the mind and destroyed the body. Healthy body, healthy mind, not the other way around.

He roared mildly in shriiwook for some of the younger of the empire to move aside at the bar, mainly an acolyte, he wasn't important though. Hailing the tender-droid his pendant chimed out, "Water. Not tonic, not wine. Water.", it said, amplifying his voice.

 

[Count Sam]

Kelvin listened to the High Admiral carefully as he took out a lighter and lightened the cigar of his superior officer. He then took out another cigar from the pack for himself and lightened it as he took a huge puff from it. After all, smoking expensive Imperial nicotine always helped the Admiral in feeling better no matter wither he was on the battlefield or in a simple part socializing and pretty much not doing anything fruitful.

"Well High Admiral you are right about attacking the Mandalorians...I simply think that the earlier we attacked Mandalorians the better it was for us. After all, if we had wiped out the Mandos long before we would not have been worrying about them now if I am not mistaken...but as you say we have to trust our Emperor and his...Sith lords." The Admiral pressed on the word "sith lords" as he glared at the currently present lords who were taking death sticks and partying like a bunch of teenage civilians.

It was then when a person who the Admiral did not like came. He was Grand General Luciful and it seemed that he had already joined their conversation before the Admiral even notices it." Well grand General I assure you the Mandalorians are quit the dangerous enemy just like the Alliance and especially if the rumors about their new leader being so much of an unorthodox Mandalore as you say." The Admiral spoke as he looked at the Grand General who seemed to be underestimating a potentially dangerous enemy.

The Admiral then gave the lady of Dathomori a slight bow before he once again started to talk...

"Well m'lady I assure you the battle was boring and those Muuns showed no kind of resistance at all...which makes me wonder why they rebelled in the first place." He said, and well it seemed that the Admiral was going to talk a lot tonight but after all that was a thing to expect from such a party.

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"Count Vanderguff, Moff of the Serenno system and Sith Crusader of the Empire!!!" The protocol droid said as Vanderguff walked into the room. He was wearing his noble elegant gown rather than his sith robes and of course he was wearing a lot of elegant accessories that had the Vanderguff Banner on it. It was true that Vanderguff was used to parties and socializing since that was one of the things he learned to do since a young age, but this time Vanderguff decided to pick a drink and just go sit by the bar. After all, this party was obviously going to be completely different from the parties he is used to.

 

[Sreeya]

Thaed grinned and clapped Silas on the back, impressed by his suit that rivaled his own ridiculous disco shirt.

"I better not catch you trying to talk to the potted plants later, Silly."

He was about to say more, but was distracted by Ruthric, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. For a moment, Thaed wondered if he should pick up his act as his student was standing before him. However, he decided he simply didn't care and would be serious when he needed to be. His smile grew bigger when Ruthric brought out the bag of spice. Thaed walked closer and gingerly opened the bag. All drugs had been checked by security beforehand, which relaxed him. He inhaled deeply, grinning.

"Damn.. this is good shit."

He handed the bag back.

"Maybe I'll go easy on you in your training."

Thaed chuckled, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. His yellow eyes glinted under the low lighting as he brought out some blunt wraps and quickly got to work, putting the spice in. His dexterous fingers worked quickly to roll it up, and he licked along the edge, producing a fat blunt within seconds. He used lightning to light the end and inhaled deeply, instantly feeling the effects. Thaed grinned at Ruthric.

"Cheers."

The Zabrak looked up as Oseth entered the scene. He nodded to Ruthric, pushing one of his women at him. The brunette human girl smiled as she approached Ruthric, almost shyly asking to dance. Meanwhile, Thaed wandered over to Oseth, spotting him in some corner. He threw an arm around the Sith Lord's shoulder.

"How's it going, Ozzy?! Still going around being creepy?"

 

[D.C.]

Some dude threw his arm around his shoulders and he instantly knew that it was his favorite Zabrak.

'You don't need to ask, darling,' Oseth answered, 'you know I'm being creepy, I always am creepy.' The man in black chuckled, as if it was just a joke. He took off his top hat and took a step away from the Zabrak. He looked at his fellow Sith and then his wolf-like face cracked into smile.

'You ent lookin' much like a Darth, Silver Surfer, but you surely impress me... as always.'

A waitress came over to them and Oseth snatched a glass of ... whatever ... from the waitress' plate. He downed the drink in one gulp and put the empty glass back on the plate. He never looked at the waitress, knowing she was pretty, but there were plenty of pretty women in this galaxy.

'So, Silver, what's up mate? I see ye took yer entire harem with you. Ye got a lot of banging to do tonight.' Oseth gestured at the girls that all stared Thaed's way.

'How are ya doin'?' Oseth asked with a grin.

 

[Brand]

Barak dipped his head in curt acknowledgement of the Moff's question.

"It's an acquired taste, but you're free to try some," he said to the man. A strong but shady politician, the Vizier was well aware that Ein led a double life that was considerably dynamic to most of the pompous asses that sat on the Tribunal.

"I have it shipped in from Kashyyk directly; the best stuff."

As he finished his sentence Admiral Kain approached the bar, ordering himself a drink and taking his place next to the two men. His blue skin gleamed translucently in the dim light.

"Aye," he replied absently. "You aren't a bad people, and to be honest we need more tacticians like you, Kain." Speaking the words, they left his mouth without a hint of compliment but were stated as a fact. The Chiss' rise through Naval ranks had been explosive, and Barak was well aware these were the kind of men that would see the Empire to victory.

"The foolishness of men combined with alchohol and pretty, exotic women brings out the worst in all of us, though," he remarked dryly.

 

[Dread]

"Oh, yes, of course. As you wish, my lord." Silas smiled.

He watched as Thaed walked off to greet Oseth. Silas decided not to follow and choose to find something else to do. His emerald eyes drifted around the room until they fell on a group of aging men. They were almost dripping with dissidence. Silas knew exactly what he wanted to do the moment he noticed them.

He slowly ran his tongue over his lips and brought his gaze back to one of the woman at his sides. His hand roamed the back of her body before settling on her bottom. He gave her a good squeeze and slap, gesturing for her to move towards the old men.

To get their attention first, the blond strutted ahead of Silas and stopped in front of admiral Kelvin. She leaned forward, displaying a generous amount of cleavage below a pouting smile and smoldering eyes.

"My lord," she said.

Silas made his way over to the men. He exhaled a puff of smoke. A steady stream rose from his lips, blackening the tips of his fingers. It blew almost unnaturally towards the Grand Admiral's face.

"I'm so sorry for interrupting," he began. "I just couldn't help but come over and greet you four." Silas' eyes sparkled with mischief.

"So tell me, are you enjoying the party?"

 

[dskod1]

Lucifel Enters

Buro sees watches as lucifel's machine walked over to the conversation he had obviously been listening in for quite some time but this did not concern Buro. He listened and his observation of the mandalorians was pretty much the same as what buro had just said. He than heard Lucifel purposely mis pronounce his name but instead of getting angry at lucifel he turns an evil stare at the admiral who had started it. He than calmed and turned back to lucifel.

"Grand General Lucifel, I see you are playing it smart. I would offer you a wine but......"

Grethallion enters

Buro just looks at the new entrance he gave a short bow with his head however would rather not discuss either politics or military with her in the presence. He gave a rather short and to the point reply.

"They got what rebel scum deserves"

He took another sip of his wine.

Silas Enters

Buro gave a puff of his smoke as this women entered. He however had no care for women or the 'pleasures' they provided. He was wondering why this Whore was addressing such high ranking military. He merely blew a smoke in the women's face. Than comes another sith and the blowing of smoke in the grand admiral's face does not make him happy. In a rather uptight and poisons voice buro replies.

"It seems to me the sith are a bunch of children with power. All except for the grand emperor himself."

He gave some evil eyes at the new sith and than gave another puff of his smoke.

 

[Mars]

Winning.

Why do anything in life if you're not gonna be the best at it? A certain Anzat Sith Lord was so pro at the party scene he made Mr. Sheen look like Buzz Killington by comparison. As a matter of fact....

Being Battlemaster had a plethora of benefits, one of which was a massive room in the Imperial palace on Bastion a few corridors down from where the party was. A knock came on the massive durasteel door and Azrael's date for the party got up off her knees as he finished his line of glitterstim and answered. It was a protocol droid informing him the party had started and his presence was expected there promptly. He tossed it against the wall on the other side of the hallway and told his bitch to get dressed.

All dressed up and ready to go, with his Zeltron date wearing a low cut dress that made her look like more of a skank than she was, Azrael made his grand entrance to the formal, with a protocol droid announcing his presence.

"Sith Lord Azrael, Battlemaster!"

"And head spice dealer, but you can leave that portion out....Hello Thaed, Ozzy and Silas!"

 

[Imperial3304]

As the various guests arrived at the formal party, Cap. Donahue recognized the whose who of Imperial and Chiss elite. Even the Sith Lords had names that where known and feared to many. Finishing his wine, he set the empty glass down on an empty tray and walked around nodding to the various Captains and other lower ranked officers he knew. Sighing as he apporached the bar that had conncted to btoh sides of the room allowing all to enjoy it's sevices, the Imperial Navy Captain made a quick glance to his superior officer Grand Admiral Kain as he passed the group. He knew better then to try and address the Admiral by his real Chiss name as that was insulting without having earned the right too.

A friendly nod sufficed as Rhaal also knew not to disturbed the Grand Admiral when he was speaking and continued towards the bar, ignoring the numeorus nobles that recognized him and badgaered him with quesitons about his family's holdings, his father's legacy, or his hopes for the Donahue family. He wlaked up to the bar noticing the Grand Vizir at the other end where the higher ups where allowed to be. The scar faced man looked at the server droid that whizzed up to him and asked for his order. "Corillean whisky on the rocks, and make it a double" he said as he rubbed his temples. As the dorid prepared and served his drink, Rhaal looked aorund again and thought, "Why must my family have to work with nobles who only sevre the Empire for profit. It angers me that they know nothing of the sacrifices of our Emperor, the Sith warriors, and of course our glorious military. Father, how did you do it?"

Cap. Donahue mearly shook his head as he sipped his drink and saw a few Lts, and Commanders walk up to the bar, again making sure to stay on the right sid eof the room and order drinks while conversing.

 

[Kassa]

Grethallion crossed her arms. To say the least, she was disappointed in well, everything.

To begin with, she received little information on the actual happenings of Muunilist. Even if the Emperor gave a rousing speech about how the Muuns are traitors and how a public enemy perished during the fight, she wasn't guaranteed accurate information. Everything in Sith politics was generally sugarcoated. It was beginning to make Grethallion queasy.

And now the crowd was building. Oh joy, drunken and drugged men and women trying to get money and to mate. It was clear that the elderly woman was becoming offended. Especially because of the idiotic females who seemed to be all over Lords and Admirals.

Her expression turned to the blonde at first. The sithspawn dog followed her gaze Irritability was brought on. The Moff made a mental note to have the woman deported to the next planet that was under Sith siege. All jokes aside, to put it bluntly, the old woman was pissed.

"I can't believe youngsters these days... With all of your fancy spices and alcohol. Who even let these slave girls in? They're a disgrace to the female population. Why, if you they were on Dathomir I'd have them locked in the tightest cells clothed in durasteel straight jackets. These new push up brassieres should not be worn to formal parties..." the woman's nagging after that became inaudible. Growls and irritable noises could be heard, but that was it. The woman was ready to knock some sense into these females...

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Grabbing the courage after a refreshing glass of water, Groz made his way to the group of Darths and lords. They all were having a great time, not hurting anybody, clearly intoxicated and retarded, but it wasn't as if they had any large positions of power or decision making in their hands for the rest of the night. Groz got it, while he wasn't going to join in on the debauch he would surely go have some fun.

Approaching the humorous bunch he whipped his shaggy mane around the other side of oseth.
"The name's Groz. I see you guys are having fun, despite the creepiness of poor Oseth here.", his neck amplifier was smooth and clear, as if it were coming out of his mouth and not amplifying what was coming out.

It was an attempt at a solitary friendship with the others of the empire, despite the simple fact that he may or may not be shunned for his unfamiliarity with the rest.

"Oh, and you...", he said, looking at the zabrak. "Your twi'lek may need to find... 'Other' men to mingle with. I'm sure that she's great, but I'm a wookiee, my foot's as big as her chest.", Groz finished.

Groz'Urra smiled through his pelt, his sensitive sense of smell picked up the burning spices and made his nose itch. He didn't like the smell, but didn't mind it at the same time. It was tolerable at least.

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar walked in behind Ruthric, unannounced naturally, but it wasn't like anyone cared. He had actually arrived an hour early, but spent that entire time with multiple Imperials who were searching his ship. He couldn't blame them really, not even the Darths were so rash as to arrive in a DragonBoat-class Freighter, and not so rash as to not clean off the Trandoshan blood still on the walls from his transaction.

Anywho, he thought, might as well try some of the amazing drinks. He picked up a small drink off the same tray that Darth Oseth himself had just pulled a drink from. Taking a sip from it, he put it back on the tray and whispered.
Great Force, so strong, so vile.

Turning to Ruthric, he smiled, seeing the girl who was already asking him to a dance. Asking a Sith to dance at an Imperial Formal, Sogar really had to keep from laughing. He looked at Darth Thaed, obviously wasted on, something, and having multiple females with him. Sogar admired this Zabrak, though his admiration didn't increase from seeing him like that, Sogar couldn't say it decreased either. As one had to admire the fact of simply being able to do that, without dying of course.

Walking off, he headed towards the bar and told the tender.
"Your weakest alcoholic beverage, or Trandoshan blood, whichever is more avaliable."
The Bartender looked at him strangly for a moment before heading off to find his order, sadly they were out of Trandoshan blood.

 

[Deloi]

The oldest member of the Sith Order, and almost certainly the whole empire, had arrived to the gathering. Even though he was the oldest, he looked merely in his twenties. He had cunning left his lightsabers at home feeling confident that he could deal with anyone that would have reason to challenge him without the weapon. Iler noted the incredibly difficult prospect it was to get to the palace from where he was originally at. However, Iler payed no mind to it as he was finally at his destination. Iler approached the entrance without resistance and entered. Iler entered the main gathering hall for one of his rank and immediately recognized a familar face. Ruthric Segra was there. However, upon closer inspection, he spied upon a suspicious old lady. Granted, compared to Iler she was probably almost a third of his age. There was a Wookiee, another Marauder named Sogar, and Darth Silentius. Only the most latter was recognizable to him. Iler approached Ruthric Segra as he was most familiar to him.

"Ruthic, hello, I have not seen you for quite some time."

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

In the distance, Walter Shaknaw remained associating with the Acolytes. He had found himself in a conversation with an Imperial soldier and their conversation had delved into the Battle of Muunilist, truly a horrific battle. Politely he declined the privates offer to share a drink, and bid him farewell for the time being - He was nice enough, but Walter wasn't going to share drinks with just anybody, this was a rare occasion and he didn't come to associate with the Imperial soldiers.. Although they probably would best share his unimaginative attitude and up-front honesty.

Nonetheless he quietly strolled across the floor and in the distance, he spied two Marauders exchanging pleasantries and further away, more close to the bar he managed to make out several Sith Lords and interestingly enough, a Wookiee equipped with some communication device. Walter did not dare brave their field and remained within his boundaries, still staying on the very edge and with growing interest spectated the night's events and intoxications.

 

[Loco]

The whole scene was somewhat bemusing, Kalri thought to himself. Such a vast collection of power in this room, carrying on like some rich house party. The acolyte allowed a smile to cross his face as he listened to the woman next to him drone on. It was a party after all, and appearing brooding or detached would generally be frowned upon. He had positioned himself where he could see everyone who came through the main entrance at the front of the palace- a ceaseless parade of flamboyant dresses, suits, and uniforms. Everyone looked their gaudy best- himself included, though he had opted for a bit less "attention seeking" than others. His usual dark, practical clothing had been exchanged for an expensive, well made uniform- a high collared, long jacket and trousers, slate grey with silvery piping and accents, and highly polished boots and belt. He had secured his companion a deep scarlet evening gown, tastefully sequined and with a flattering cut.

Women. At least in this area, the Sith at large differed little, though Kalri believed that most others had brought their women as either simple physical pleasure, or as shows of status, where as he had brought his to provide an emotional boost- turning his lust for her figure into fuel for a force driven evaluation of everyone present. Regardless of motives, the Sith women were the envy of the party- the Chiss and Imperial officers, many of whom had brought their own trophy wives and girlfriends, had great difficulty keeping their eyes from lingering on the wide variety of exotic (often blonde) girls mingling about. The young Sith thought he had at least shown a bit more class in his choice of companion- a striking red head, rather than the typical fake blonde, intelligent rather than maddeningly simple, and proportionate in her measurements, rather than seeming inflated and fake. She was very intelligent, politically motivated to serve the empire (or at least in so far as was necessary to reap the benefits), and eager to please. She had little potential, however, which is what made this one a disposable pleasure rather than a meaningful pursuit. O'dal lifted his glass, breathing in the spicy fragrance of his sweet liquor, savoring the burn as he downed the remainder of the drink.

"Darling, would you be so kind as to fetch another round of drinks for my friend and I?" Kalri uttered sweetly to his companion, making her blush and smile as she took the glasses and drifted away. Kalri breathed deeply as she left, probing not only the vast variety of spices and flowery perfumes in the air, but also tasting the range of emotions that flooded the room. The potential for drawing deep power here was great. There was his own lust, which was the first emotion he smelt, not only for the flesh but for the great repository of knowledge in the Imperial palace- he wanted badly to seize it all for himself... but not yet. There was nervousness too, and fear- some were obviously uncomfortable about the Sith, especially the lords, and others were scared to make a good impression. There was also much hatred, Kalri was delighted to see- many in the room held deep hatred, and it flowed in all directions- some of the Chiss hated the Imperials, some of the Imperials hated the Sith, and many of the Sith hated... well, everyone.

The Chiss Intelligence Officer he had been engaged in conversation with was approaching the end of a lengthy spiel. The man was was well read, well connected, and offered well enough conversation that Kalri could easily feign interest in the mundane while he tried to pry anything useful from the man. This was getting more difficult as more alcohol flooded the party. Kalri smiled and nodded as the Chiss finally reached the end of his line of thought, ultimately asking, philosophically, whether there were ultimately any difference between the Alliance and the Empire- would galactic domination by either be truly different than the other.

"Well, friend, you must ask yourself," Kalri replied as the young woman returned with a new round of expensive liquor, he took the glasses, handing one to the Chiss before drawing the girl in close to him and downing the fiery whiskey in a single gulp- "Does it matter?" Kalri chuckled, and the other two joined him- though he suspected that the true irony escaped both of them.

 

[Sreeya]

Thaed chuckled as Ozzy responded.

"Bangin'? Hey, the security checks for weapons and drugs, they don't check for STDs."

He laughed at the words, taking another drag off the blunt. Thaed looked around and noticed a few others glancing over his way, recognizing him. He remembered that his battle with Proelium was broadcasted far more than he would have liked. Regardless, it had made him a bit of a celebrity since then, though he despised how the battle went. Thaed grinned widely as Azrael made his entrance. Thaed took off the sunglasses from his head and tossed them over.

"There you go. Gotta complete that get up, don't you?"

He looked up and noted more Chiss arriving, making a point to go socialize with them later.

"Damn, they are really blue up close, aren't they?"

He spoke to Ozzy, his arm still lazily around the man's shoulders. He withdrew the arm to take a swig of whiskey, right as the wookiee came to stand before him. The Zabrak said nothing initially, wondering who the hell he was at first. However, he had to smile at the wookiee's words.

"If your foot's as big as her chest, I'm sure you have other attributes that would keep the ladies happy."

Without waiting for a response, he felt a familiar presence and looked up to see Grethallion. Thaed called out towards her in the middle of her patronizing speech.

"Oy grandma! You sacrificing any poor men lately?"

 

[dskod1]

Buro merely watched as the grand moff began to get agitated. Upon seeing her agreement with him, Buro moved to get away from the ever growing group. He takes the cigar out of his mouth placing it on a nearby tray and grabbing another wine glass. Walking passed the now ever growing group Buro walks next to Lady Grethallion offering a wine glass to her. As he spoke.

"Perhaps we can find somewhere to sit and I can discuss in more detail the Battle around Muunilist Lady Grethallion."

He had hoped she would accept as to get away from a massive crowd gathering in one corner which was a little to social for Buro. Unfortunately Buro's role as grand admiral was not limited to Military and he was apart of the political process known as the Supreme Tribunal. Whilst he fared less in being politically strategic he knew he wished to keep friends in such places. Buro was about ready to begin moving to two arm chairs in the corner of the hall. A small table round table surrounded them and he only awaited on Grethallion's word.

 

[Count Sam]

The Admiral continued to smoke as he noticed the blond girl flirting with them but he decided to ignore her. After all, he needed to be awake and in his full strength in case things turned wrong or those Chiss tried something dirty. It was not like the Admiral did not want the blonde; after all he was once a pirate and he used to enjoy these luxurious a lot after every successful raid. However; this time things were different he was now an Admiral and a graduate of the navy school. Which meant that he always had to choose the right time to drink in?

"greetings lords Silas I hope you are doing fine...also about the party it is fun but you can say I am just feeling a little bit uneasy being around all those Chiss and Slaves without weapons." He said in a polite tone as he gave the lord a slight bow as a sign of respect.

"But I guess I will be getting used to this by time." He said as he gave the sith lord a smile.

 

[D.C.]

Oseth glanced at the Wookiee and raised an eyebrow. He didn't have the faintest idea of whom that Wookiee was supposed to be. Oseth could've killed the hairy guy in that instant, but decided not to do that. This was a gathering - which he and the other Darths liked to call a party - and he would respect the rules. He just thought it was very rude of that Wookiee to just act like that... as if they were equals.

'Show some respect,' Oseth said, 'whoever you are.'

Then he looked over to Azrael, the Anzati Sith Lord.

'Damn you look hot, Azrael,' Oseth joked. 'And you're high as a kowakian monkey-lizard, ent ya? All you Darths are crazy fools, and that's exactly why I love ya'll so much.'

He stepped away from the Wookiee and put his top hat back on. Oseth really looked like a gentleman from the 19th century - although nobody in that particular universe had ever heard of that century, of course.

He followed Thaed's gaze and saw the old woman. Oseth laughed out loud when he heard Thaed's words. 'Or any poor women!? I'm not sure what you prefer, my queen!' he added. It was damn funny to piss that old hag off.