Guilty Minds, Part 1

[Moor Todan]

The Epicurean was the most luxurious yacht ever built by the Nubian Design Collective. Its inside contained all of the amenities one expected from such an upscale enterprise: the top suites boasted panoramic views of the vacuum of space; each room contained the most technologically advanced holoprojectors; a 24-hour concierge service organized activities and booked reservation at one of the on-board restaurants. The style of the interior evoked the Nubian Renaissance with its subtle mix between a modern design and an elegant decoration.

Senator Moor Todan had been responsible for the organization of the event that would be hosted aboard the ship that presently orbited his homeworld: the unveiling of the F-type 406 Nubian starship. Its inventor, Has Gaimler, had been working on it for months. Its innovative design would propel the Nubians' reputation as the finest ship-makers in the galaxy to new heights. It would allow them to attract contractors from beyond the territories controlled by the Republic and provoke a rapid economic growth.

In accordance with Nubia's absolute neutrality, invites had been sent out indiscriminately: Republic senators, members of the Hutt Cartel, Jedi Masters and high-ranking Exiles were all expected to attend the event. The finest security droids had been loaned from Industrial Automaton to discourage the lingering tensions between the factions and ensure the security of the guests. The latter were all expected to be on their best behavior this evening and the Nubian Senator would not hesitate to personally kick out anyone who wished to cause mayhem. Of course, all weapon had been strictly prohibited and extensive security measures had been taken to prevent any smuggling attempt.

Confined to the ballroom, the guests were filling in and chatters broke out as they started forming small clusters. They whispered frantically while GG-class serving droids hurried to present everyone with a drink. Moor, having donned a finely tailored suit that complimented his angelic features, had positioned himself at the only entrance to greet the visitors and compliment them on their appearance.

OOC: Death and PVP disabled. No posting order. My interventions will be timed (as DM anyway): the "main event" will officially begin in 36 hours. Please post your intros before then. Feel free to start some chatters amongst yourselves: it might help you later on.

@Insalius @Faster Than Light @TheBrokenMadMan @Nor'baal @Cazar @Shax @One For Sorrow @Phoenix @Sreeya @Clayton @StratusGold

 

[Cazar Mindingo]

A big event was being thrown and somehow, by the grace of The Wook and the Cartel, Cazar the Jawa had an invite. It was supposed to be fancy and elegant beyond anything the little guy had ever seen. To him that meant the best snacks and drinks in the sector. Cazar shook with anticipation of the fine goodies he could collect while at the party. Firstly, he had to find his best robes. He only owned one set so it was a quick decision. Normally they went unwashed or were washed haphazardly once a month. For such a grand event he decided to get it fully clean ahead of time. When Cazar showed up to this event, there would be almost no stains on his robes and he wouldn't smell nearly as much as usual. It would even take a good lean to get the foul odors, which most people wouldn't do.

"Cookies, Cake, Pie..," the Jawa was listing off to his droid while they flew to the meeting point. "What? Not allowed?"

The WALL-E series astromech beeped at Caz with disappointment. It always judged the Jawa for trying to cram as many snacks as possible into his pockets. This time it made sense to leave it behind, but he didn't like it. One would be hard pressed to find Cazar Mindingo without cookies in his pocket. This rare occasion was truly special for him to go without them. He hoped with all his heart that the party would have readily available snacks and drinks. The invite had said it would at least.

Once the Jawa had arrived at the party, he left his droid behind to keep the ship in order. He knew to expect his main crew boss, The Wook, to be at the party as well. Hopefully the big guy could keep the Jawa out of trouble if something went down. No weapons meant the only thing that protected the frail Jawa from being stomped by an enemy was gone. A Wookiee crime lord would hopefully be enough to deter them if something happened here. Though security did seem adequate as far as Cazar could tell. The droids were certainly of high quality. Those parts would make a killing on Tatooine...

Cazar snapped back to reality to focus as he approached the Senator who was present to greet guests at the entrance. The man looked much better than the Jawa did. Hopefully he did not simply turn the Jawa away when he showed up. A self-conscious Caz approached with what he hoped was confidence and simply greeted Senator Moor @Aberforth politely.

"Hi hi. Cazar, nice nice meet." he said super quickly, extending a tiny hand forward to the Senator of Nubia.

The crescent moon eyes looked sleepy, but they instantly began scanning behind the Senator for signs of the food. His first stop would be wherever he could get the best snacks and a cool glass of blue milk. Then he would try to find The Wook if he had arrived. He also hoped that the security didn't mind him stuffing his pockets with extras when it came to the food being offered.

 

[James 'Jimmy' Flamingo]

'Why was he here. He wasn't a diplomat, not by any stretch of the imagination. Didn't they have senators for this?' These were the thoughts that kept running through Jimmies head, over and over. He wasn't adverse to the challenge presented to him by this situation, after all, learning new things was always good and rumour has it that the item he was supposed to help secure for the republic was a technological triumph. He most certainly wouldn't mind getting a chance to study it. What he didn't want, was to have to be where he was right now. He had always been told that he was many things, boring being among them. He wasn't a diplomat and that was fine with him.

But here he was, dressed to the nines in his Army dress uniform. An exceptionally uncomfortable number with a high collar, mercifully lined with a comfortable fabric to prevent chafing. The collar was bordered with an orange line, with the standard grey of the Republic's motor pool filling in the actual main material. There was a little symbol signifying that he was an officer, but other than that his collar was bare. His chest continued with the trend of a clashing orange and grey, with the seams a comfortable orange and the lapel was bordered by the same orange. One side of the lapel was folded over onto the right side of his chest, revealing the various certifications and medals he had achieved and gained throughout his career. Keeping the jacket of his uniform to his body was an uncomfortably tight white and orange belt sitting right on his stomach. His pants were finely pressed with no wrinkles, and followed the same ugly grey and orange colour scheme as the rest of his uniform. He made a note to change the colours should he ever be in a position to do so.

The flight had been stressful, he had been constantly checked over by the ships custodian droid, making sure his uniform was perfect. All that he knew was that it was going to get incredibly hot, and in order to remain professional, he couldn't loosen any buttons, and he most definitely couldn't get drunk on the probably very expensive booze on board the ship. Damn this new design better be worth it. At least the yacht was nice, and provided a slightly more relaxed atmosphere than the journey to Nubia.

Every step he took he dreaded more and more, the ballroom was in sight, and he swore he could see some kind of bipedal rodent in robes walk into the luxurious space after shaking hands with the senator. He shook his head, it wouldn't do to come off as xenophobic, so he quashed his core world biases and hoped to whatever higher being was out there that the guest list wasn't too foreign.

Finally he reached the ballroom doors, where he shook hands with Senator Todan, providing the man with a nod and a polite smile as they returned compliments to each other on their appearances, before he stepped inside the ballroom. He marched over to the bar where he ordered a Corellian whiskey, which he sipped as he stood on the right side of the ballroom, straight backed and thoroughly uncomfortable with the situation at hand.

 

[Spencer Ward]

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Spencer Ward seem to found himself at the Epicurean by the Senator of Nubia Moor Todan. Ain't that nice, he gets invited to stuff. And he knows that fellow Jedi Master Mikko Wexler (@Insalius) is coming as well. The yacht was of a grand design and Spencer has never been on board one of these before. And at this event there is said to be an unveiling of a new starfighter of Nubian design. It's said to be of innovative design, which aroused Spencer's curiosity, as he recently purposed the creation of a proper military for the Jedi Order at the conclave to fight against the Exiles, and the Order as a whole needs every advantage they can get these days. There's probably also others looking to get in on that action as well. There's already what appears to be a Jawa in line to introduce himself to the Nubian senator, so there some interesting characters have already shown up. There as well as what appears to be a Republic serviceman that he can see as well.

The Jedi Master didn't want to go to this event wearing robes like expected of a Jedi, that's just asking for unwanted attention and making himself a potential target even with all heavy security present. He would be wearing a pin-stripe navy suit, white dress shirt, a tie, and the likes. Also he would be wearing some thick black glasses as well, and Spencer's hair neatly combed and styled. He's dressed formally as to blend in with the type of environment he was expecting, and shouldn't be overdressed for today. Unfortunately, security has a pretty strict 'no-weapons' policy, so he had to leave his lightsaber elsewhere. He didn't even bring a blaster pistol or anything else. He didn't want to risk bringing a holdout blaster either. Oh well, at least they can't confiscate the Force, although he hopes he doesn't have to use that. Everything will be fine.

Spencer would already be in the ball room, he would right now be receiving a glass of stirred gin from one of the GG-class serving droids. After that, he would be walking around some after taking a sip, scanning the room for anything interesting, seeing if he can find Mikko. or anything else that sticks out

 

[Prath Praji]

Why the Senator for Nubia had invited him, Prath Praji would never know - but as he watched the others, including some of his fellow Senators mingling on the floor, he pushed such questions to the corners of his mind, and headed over to join in. He decided to not drink - such was the nature of the hour that doing so may appear rude, and instead he merely approached the Senator for Nubia, and made himself known.

"Good evening Senator, and my thanks for the invite - your shipyards do you great service." he remarked, gesturing the vessel in which they now stood. For the timebeing he said little else, his attention stolen by the precense of a Jawa of all creatures at such a distinguished invite-only affair, and he did little to hide his smile as the creature came over and introduced itself.

Pushing aside the hem of his cape, and extending a hand to greet the Jawa, Senator Praji smiled "Good Afternoon," he paused, ensuring he got the pronunciation of the creatures name out correctly "...Cazar, Prath Praji - the pleasure is mine."

 

[Mikko Wexler]

Mikko tried hard to be a good diplomat, usually aided by his skill in cooking and baking to help bring people together. While he wasn't here to cook, he could still at least dress and act the part and do his best to try to bring the Republic and Jedi back together again. It was for this reason that he had a new suit tailored for him, looking crisp but loose enough to not restrict his movements too heavily. He had left his weapons at home as they would not be needed for this kind of party, as even if there was a problem that required combat he could use his skill in the Force if needed. The Shistavanen really hoped it wouldn't have to come to that, though, as for once he hoped that this party would only be just that: a gathering of a who's who of important people to try to open dialogues for further diplomatic opportunities. It had been too long since the last one and Mikko was ready to rub as many elbows as he needed to.

The Epicurean was an amazing ship, and the starfighter design that was to be unveiled also intrigued Mikko greatly. As much as he hated it, the galaxy seemed to be getting closer and closer to war. At the very least the conflict between the Jedi and Exiles seemed to be escalating, and according to the tactical forecast Master Wyck had received a while ago, there was an incredibly high chance that the Dark Jedi were aligned with the Hutt Cartel. That was a force that could rival the Republic if needed, and definitely could wipe out what was left of the Order. The recent NAP that was yet to be fully signed on Chandrila had been unfortunate, but Mikko could understand why it had been ratified by the Senate. People were tired of war, of fighting, just like Mikko was. All he wanted to do was to cook and bake food for people and make them happy, if needed to fight to protect people from getting hurt. He just wanted everyone to be happy, to live lives in peace and security, yet it seemed like every small action he took was swallowed up by the aggression going through the galaxy. Was there ever truly an end?

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts of the more philosophical doubts he had been experiencing of late. Instead he spotted the host of the event, Senator Moor Todan. He would be a good person to meet with for first contact of the party. It made sense he was close to the entrance, being the first person that Mikko would spot as he came in. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Senator Todan. If this ship is any indication, I have been quite remiss to have not visited Nubia before, something I hope to rectify in the future. Ah, but where are my manners. My name is Mikko Wexler, Master in the Jedi Order. I thank you for the kind invitation. Mikko would bow to the man, though would move on if he were busy as there were other guests that were coming in. If engaged in conversation, though, he would stand off to the side to allow others to pass by. It was only the right thing to do, after all, and he really tried to not be rude to others.

@Aberforth

 

[Zoonn Kaban]

Zoonn wandered the room, rum in his hand. It was....odd...to drink rum out of such a fancy glass -crystal, he thought- but he was definitely enjoying it. How he of all people, a darn dirty nobody of a pirate, got an invitation to this fancy pants party was perhaps the biggest question on his mind. He had almost discarded the invite thinking it was some sort of prank before hearing about this on the holonet, and being that he had a love for ships he figured he'd put on his dress coat, and article that he had either bought -or stolen, he couldn't remember- on impulse years ago and never actually worn. It was ridiculously comfortable, silk lined and supple. He had also acquired plain shiny black boots to accompany the coat, and he looked damn good in the getup by his own reckoning.

Looking around at the crowd he was painfully aware of his lack of weaponry, a couple republic folks, A few other fancy folk who carried themselves like Jedi. -not that he had a problem with the venerable knights, he just got nervous around folks who could kick the kark out of him with their mind since they were no doubt far better at using the force than he had ever bothered to get.- and a Jawa.

He decided it was about time to mingle with someone as he grabbed another rum from a GG - class serving droid -this one with ice because why not?- he looked around and assessed his options, the Jawa would be a fun conversation as it had been a long time since he talked with one of the odd little race. The lupine alien who he assumed was a Jedi was busy talking to the senator, as were a few of the other patrons.

The Nautolan decided to walk over and talk to the somewhat uncomfortable looking man in a military dress uniform. "Well mate, you look about as used to this kind o' thing as I am." he said in a friendly tone.

Spoiler: Zoonn's fancy coat

 

[James 'Jimmy' Flamingo]

A Nautolan wandered over to Jimmies comfortable corner, the kind of man who didn't carry himself with the same aura of command or importance as the other guests in the ballroom. Jimmy was usually good at determining where people come from, it wasn't hard to differentiate between the Jedi in the room and the friendly Nautolan and himself. But he couldn't really place who this man might be representing, but he just chalked it up to not having enough experience with the people to really tell. At least Jimmy had the decency to present his allegiance literally on his chest so there wasn't any confusion.

He took another quick sip as the man spoke with a friendly tone, to which Jimmy huffed out a short laugh and a smirk as he set the glass of whiskey down on the bar's counter and extended his hand to the Nautolan. "You could say that, this kind of thing wasn't really what I had in mind when I signed up." After he retrieved his hand and grasped his glass once again he said "Names Lieutenant James Flamingo, but just call me Jimmy. Nice to meet you."

He spoke with a reciprocated friendly tone, seeing no point in being hostile with the man. Though he was sure his attitude might change depending on the mans allegiance. As far as he was concerned, if you were Hutt or Exile, you had a serious problem and needed intense psychiatric help. He couldn't fathom willingly following slavers and madmen, but who says the galaxy had to be sane in order to keep spinning.

 

[Darth Kravos]

With increasing frequency, Kravos found himself away from the battlefield and the seedy cantinas of the galaxy and instead mingling with the elite of the galaxy. It was a position he hadn't been comfortable with at first (and he didn't think he would every truly get used to), but at least he had begun to get the formula down. Whether he had wanted to skip it or not, he saw the potential value in viewing this new Nubian starship and finding out more about it. Such business was something that certainly caught his attention.

The first part of the formula for this type of event, he'd discovered, was to not wear his street clothes. With the help of some initial reprimands from Andraste, he'd finally managed to pick an outfit that was more befitting of an event like this than a leather jacket or even his robes. He had a nicer vest on over his clothing and, of course, had left his lightsaber on his ship. They wouldn't appreciate a fight breaking out, and Kravos really wasn't trying to be involved in anything of the sort tonight. Perhaps they would actually be able to have a civil evening.

He looked over to Andraste, walking arm in arm with him, and glanced down at her dress. You look beautiful tonight, he said, something of a contrast to what most would see from him.

He made his way onto the ship, giving a brief nod toward Senator Todan (@Aberforth). Thank you for the invitation, Senator, he said in greeting before allowing him to move on to the, no doubt, myriad of other guests to greet.

Can I get you a drink? he asked Andraste, though obviously nothing alcoholic for her and prepared to get them both something if she was so inclined.

As he located the drink bar, his eyes ran habitually over the various people in the room from Jedi to Senators to even a Jawa. It was odd, and he had to admit he was moderately curious how he'd ended up here. But then, they were an odd crowd, weren't they? @Sreeya

 

[The Wook]

It really was amusing how he had gotten himself invited to some swanky gala on a ridiculously sick yacht. He never expected that the "open invites" to notable people that wanted to attend was serious. And yet, apparently, Moor Toady had been deadly serious. The Wook sent in a request for an invite on a mere lark. It was a party with what would probably be some smokin' hot babes, and how could he not jokingly say he wanted to go? And yet here he was, with the little Jawa in tow. It was a good move on his part, he liked to reward the members of his crew every now and then. Give them a reason to party, it kept them happy and loyal. And this, this was one hell of a party.

He recognized a number of people present. That wolfperson who so happily handed a million credits over to The Wook without provocation. Then there was Zoonn Kaban, the best nautolan pirate The Wook knew of and had the pleasure of working with. Zoonn was talking to someone who was clearly a soldier, going by the uniform. Before The Wook could take more than a few steps onto the yacht, a serving droid offered up free booze. Oh yeah, this party was gonna be dope. "Huurh aaahnruh uugggh aaaaahnr uughghhhgh raaaaaahhgh" he told the droid good-heartedly. And it was true, drinks meant for humans did very little for him, considering he had a hundred pounds over even the bulkiest of men.

The Wook headed over to Zoonn and the soldier, as they were the best bets to have interesting stories. Soldiers always had funny stories about combat, camp life, or basic training. Basic stories were some of the best, there was nothing like hearing about how some stupid recruit got his ass chewed out by four drill instructors at once. "Raaaaaahhgh, hnnnhrrhhh! Uughghhhgh wrrhw aaaaahnr uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh!" he growled, having finally made his way to the duo and having finished off half the modest glass of chilled ale. Someone, a senator maybe, caught his eye and he winced. Man, that was an unfortunate facial hair he had going on. The Wook nudged Zoonn and briefly pointed at Praji. "Huurh, raaaaaahhgh huurh uughghhhgh huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw aaaaahnr raaaaaahhgh aarrragghuuhw uughghhhgh huurh aaaaahnr huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw aaahnruh uughguughhhghghghhhgh wrrhw?"

He realized then that he had not introduced himself to the solider. That was a seriously uncool move. "Raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh, raaaaaahhgh Uughghhhgh wuuh huurh raaaaaahhgh?" he said, holding out his hand for a fist-bump.

@One_For_Sorrow @Shax

 

[Zoonn Kaban]

Zoonn chuckled and accepted the soldier -Jimmy- 's handshake firmly. "Aye I would imagine ye expected ta do more shootin' than socializin' eh?" he laughed and took a drink of his rum. "Cap'n Zoonn Kaban at yer service." he said in responce to the introduction. He knew that his lack of uniform would be enough that he wouldn't need to specify that he wasn't part of the Republic forces...of course he was only really the captain of himself but nobody needed to know that right?

Then, Amazingly, who should approach the pair but The freakin' Wook. The one cartel member he ever met who he could put up with. Zoonn gave the big Wookie a friendly slap on his hairy shoulder, "Eyy! Long time no see my big fuzzy chum! How's that...uhh... Business endeavor I helped ye out with goin'?" he kept his question vague enough that Jimmy wouldn't really know what he was talking about, but The Wook would know he meant that warehouse he had helped in the....forceful negotiations regarding a change in management....yeah, that's what we'll call it.

He turned back to Jimmy, "The Wook 'ere might actually be the only half decent member of the Cartel." he chuckled. "Anyway Jim, 'ow long ye been servin'?"

@Clayton @Shax

 

[James 'Jimmy' Flamingo]

Jimmy was convinced there was some ethereal being of eternal laughter and hatred who just loved screwing with the poor Lieutenant. He didn't let that show however, keeping his face natural and good natured enough not to arouse any suspicion that he held any ill will towards the Wookie in front of him right now. The Wook had enough of a reputation outside of the cartel that a lowly officer in the RJF knows his name, but Jimmy was very careful to not let that little factoid show in any of his mannerisms.

He didn't have much problem with the newly identified Zoonn Kaban, at least right now when standing next to one of the biggest wookies he had ever seen. He returned the fist bump as well as a nod towards the Wookie, the fist bump slightly awkward considering the complete and utter lack of practice Jimmy had. Thinking back on it, the last time he fist bumped someone, was when his younger brother thought it was cool for a day. Jimmy had no opinion either way, it was just an unpractised motion for him.

He was happy the powers that be happened to outfit him with a translator for this little debacle, so he was at least able to understand the big Wookie. He put on a smirk "A little to the left and just below the knees, you?"

He turned his attention to the Nautolan, and took a few moments to think about his question, sipping at his drink before responding with an almost nostalgic look in his eye. "I've been in the service for going on twelve years now, sitting inside a tank for most of it. Wouldn't trade it for anything though!" He finished with a proud smile.

"So what about you two? What kind of work are you into?" He hid the disdainful look that threatened to curl his lips behind his glass as he took another sip of whiskey, hoping that neither man would pick up on it.

@One For Sorrow @Clayton

 

[Andraste]

Andraste was no stranger to mingling with elite crowds nowadays. She often appeared on several different media outlets all across the galaxy, and she grew desensitized to all of it. The main reason she came out tonight was for the unveiling of the Nubian starship, her recent interests having been focused around shipyards. Her efforts at Mon Cala had panned out quite well, and she hoped to learn more about this new design.

It also didn’t hurt that it was on a luxury yacht, and she didn’t mind taking a break from her usual duties to come out for an evening of fun. She knew she would be among others that either respected her or despised her, and she didn’t care either way. Andraste donned a classy black dress that modestly draped over her small bump. It was still early on in her pregnancy, so it would leave people with suspicions instead of confirmation at this point.

She had her arm looped through Kal’s, and she allowed him to lead her inside. Her eyes gazed all around her as he complimented her on looking beautiful tonight. Andraste only grinned at him response, “Only tonight?” She followed him towards the Senator, her yellow eyes gleaming as she recognized him.

“Senator Todan,” She reached out to shake his hand, “It’s good to see you again. Thank you again for your efforts on Balmorra and your support in the vote,” She looked around her, “And of course, the invitation here. I confess I have been missing a good party,” Andraste flashed him a smile.

She turned to Kal when he asked about drinks, nodding, “Something fruity please, dear,” Andraste gazed across the room and spotted Wook. She had been training him in secret in his newfound abilities with the Force, and for her amusement, she spoke to him through it, “Nice to see you here. Unfortunately I don’t think we’ll have a repeat of my early Toasted Twi’lek days here.”

@Aberforth @Clayton @Phoenix

 

[Cazar Mindingo]

The Jawa was almost invisible while standing next to the Wook. His robes even helped him blend in better. A lot of people were here that Caz simply did not recognize at all. He was still new to this scene so that was not much of a surprise. When the Exile Overlord came into the party, he did recognize her. Cazar was shocked to see her and nudged the Wook gently by his knee. He had already seen her though most likely. Fear drove him to wander away quickly at this point to get some cake from the catering services. Once he had secured the snack he would return to the Wook and hopefully she would be away by then.

"Cake! Cake!" he shouted to the servers as he approached.

A few odd looks came his way, but finally they gave in and brought out a large cake just for the Jawa. He gasped in surprise when he saw it and took the whole thing back with him towards the Wook. By the time he reached his companion, a quarter of the cake was gone. He was munching on it quietly now while standing next to the only person he knew here.

 

[Terminus Faunus]

Terminus had been expecting an invite to such an event for some time now. With Chandrila standing as the headquarters for the Republic Judicial Forces, and Terminus himself holding a seat on the Security Council, he held key, although possibly minute, power in these areas of political warfare. This evening, he would find himself attending the unveiling of a new Nubian starfighter design, one with would be crucial in the rising threat of galactic war. Well, there’s always the threat, isn’t there? The yacht that Terminus was standing in was not one to shy away from being pretentious and, in Terminus’ mind, the overzealous design of the yacht drove home the idea that wealth was simply used by these people for political power... and he couldn’t blame them; it was pretty effective.

As more and more people staggered into the ballroom, Terminus opted to stand confidently, hold his glass of champagne loosely, and smile politely, hoping to leave conversation until after the unveiling, in order to better view people’s opinions from a more, estranged perspective. It was only fair.
OOC: Not my best opening post, I know :(

 

[Mikko Wexler]

Of all the things that he would have seen in a place like this, The Wook with a Jawa friend holding a plate with a huge piece of cake wouldn't have been something Mikko would have guessed. He was wary of the wookie, though he doubted the man would want to start anything here when surrounded by so many guards. The Jawa, though, DID interest him. He seemed to have a sweet tooth, and if it was something he knew, it was the culinary arts. It was a bit of a longshot but he decided to go up to the robed being and strike up a conversation. "Hey there, are you enjoying the cake? This looks like some of the good stuff. Do you do any baking yourself, by any chance? It's a hobby of mine, and I like meeting fellow sweet savants. My name is Mikko, it's nice to meet you." He smiled and extended his hand in greeting, hopefully not scaring the smaller being. He really did want to make a new friend.

@Cazar

 

[Cazar Mindingo]

A large being approached and Cazar was a bit worried. Was this security coming to steal his cake? That would not be allowed. The Jawa hid behind the Wook's leg at first until the being started to speak and seemed friendly. The man mentioned he liked to cook and eat sweets as well. Suddenly, all lack of trust faded and Cazar found his newest friend. This person seemed worthy of cake. Cazar offered up the platter of what was left of the cake. Sharing was the first sign of friendship. That's why he always offered cookies to new friends.

"Yes! Love cake. Love cookies. Love snacks." His tone was quick and high pitched, but generally understandable. "Cazar. Not bake good. Buy instead."

The truth was, Cazar had no idea how to cook on his own. Baking was an art form that eluded him. He needed his own personal baker. That was a life goal for the little Jawa. Maybe this big guy that liked to cook would become his chef. Though to be invited here he was probably too rich or important for such a job.

"Need hire own chef. Make snacks..," the jawa faded off, looking up to the Jedi with curiosity.
@Insalius

 

[Mikko Wexler]

The Jawa's words made Mikko think of something. What if he opened a bakery, or a restaurant? On a world that wouldn't see much fighting, so that way he could truly do his best to bring smiles to the faces of his customers? His tail started to wag at the thought, as though he would work there he needn't spend ALL his time there, so he could hold another job or do other things to help people. Perhaps Cazar also felt this way? He did seem to enjoy good food. The Shistavanen did take the offered gift, having his appropriate portion and identifying the ingredients used rather quickly. Simple, yet delicious. The best thing for a party. He looked back down at Cazar, smiling in his lupine way as his tail continued to wag at the idea he had.

"It took me a long time to learn how to cook as well, but now it's one of my passions. Have you ever thought perhaps about opening up a bakery, or a restaurant? All the Jawas I've meet have been very good businessmen, and I've been trying to find something to do for others that they enjoy. If you wanted to open a business, I'd be willing to work for you to cook whatever you wanted. And as own, I could cook for you for free. I know that's perhaps a bit much, as we just met, but it was an intriguing thought that I felt needed to be voiced." He hoped again he hadn't scared off Cazar with a sudden offer of employment or entrepreneurship. To Mikko, though, it WAS a really good idea. This trip had already been worth it for him, just for that.

@Cazar

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Given how work-driven and emotionally incendiary the past few weeks had been for her, this invitation had come as beautiful breath of fresh air. Abigail was just glad for the change of pace, a chance to just kick back and enjoy herself, chat up the crowd, maybe make a few contacts for work or down time, either one. Of course, Abi wouldn't be Abi if she didn't squeeze everything she could out of something, so in addition to the invitation, she had also offered her services as a singer, to which they had greatfully accepted. She couldn't help but smile warmly as she stood onstage again, surveying the newest (or at least, most luxurious) in Nubian Ship Design. The place was absolutely gorgeous: it was like the home she always wanted (and was currently getting built), the bar and design and decor and everything was just...WOOF WOOF!! Beautiful!!

She waited offstage left until the guests started to arrive, no point playing to an empty room after all. When a couple dozen had finally showed up, she strolled onstage, her dress flapping behind her as she took position, sparing a glance toward her crew, whom she'd given the music. Normally she would have decided against the crimson eyes, but to be perfectly honest, she didn't really feel that she needed to hide them anymore, she liked them so she kept them. She exhaled softly, letting go of everything and just savoring the moment as she started to sing, her little instrumental crew like a pair of angels carrying her to nirvana, to put it dramatically.

She wasn't just up on the stage to sing though, it was front, centre and elevated, the perfect vantage point to pick out all the people of note. She didn't need to look for them to know Kravos (@Phoenix ) and Andraste (@Sreeya ) were here, the power radiated off them like batteries by this point, with Abigail just naturally drinking up their excess. She had come to find a home in the Exiles recently, and although Kano's and Malthazar's endorsements were slow going, she was definitely happy to just be on the way to being called one of them...maybe she could finally get on speaking terms with them here (noted for later). Then there were the opposite end of the spectrum, the Jedi (@Faster Than Light )(@Insalius ), faces she recognized but couldn't put a name to, though the duo were indeed powerful, not quite as powerful as Andraste but still no mere knights, people to watch out for.

She smiled warmly at the Wook (@Clayton ), giving a little wave at him in the middle of her song, she definitely wanted to chat with him again, maybe he had another warehouse to get down and dirty i- wait...is that a Jawa??? (@Cazar ) He. is. so. CUTE! Abigail made the mental note to run up to the little guy and hug him and pet him and squeeze his shadowy cheeks later. Then there were all the different senators and outliers she didn't know, but might do by the end. Last but not least, there was Senator Todan (@Aberforth ), their illustrious benefactor. This was certainly one big melting pot of factions and allegiances, the real question wasn't if there would be a fight, just when (hopefully they don't get blood on the carpets, that'd be a pain for the poor maid).

Oh yes...this was gonna be a fun night.