Open Social Lettuce Celebrate

[The Storyteller]

Imperial Palace, Eriadu​

In a Galaxy consumed by fear, with chaos spreading its mandibles far and wide, the Empire stood as a bastion of peace, and prosperity. A symbol of hope in these dark times. Where the Galaxy scrambled to deal with the threat of the Killiks, the Sith faced them head on, and bested them with the efficiency only they could bring. This night, this celebration, was a reminder of that what made the Empire what it was. A reminder that the Sith were strong, and that they knew how to throw one hell of a party.

The Imperial Palace on Eriadu, once home to one of the richest families on the planet, was home to one of the most spinstagram'd locations this side of Thyferra. And its crown jewel was its ballroom, a large rectangular structure that consumed much of the palace. It's sides lined by large stained glass windows, lit up by lights placed outside the windows, balconies lining the sides of the large room, and a number of bars, tables, and alcoves lined the sides under the shade of the balconies. It had played host to many a monumental even in Eriadu's history, and today it played host to a celebration in honor of the Sith's victory on Korriban. Chefs had been busy working on the finest cuisines all day, every surface was scrubbed and cleaned till it shone, and as the sun started to set, the guests finally started pouring in.

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

While he didn’t participate in the defense of Korriban, Caerllion had decided to participate in the party being made in honor of this victory. With Killiks still being a threat to the entire Galaxy, such moments of relaxing were to be cherished. Who knows when the next attack could happen.

The only fact that the Acolyte didn’t like was the necessity of wearing clothes of a certain color. At first he had thought that only green ones would be used in the event. However, white and other colors were also allowed. The Annfyn cursed his lack of attention to the invitation and hoped that the green suit that he was wearing would not make him look like an oversized elf from Life Day.

When he crossed the door of the Imperial Palace, Caerllion searched the crowd after people that he knew. Unfortunately, he found no one. It seemed that he had arrived early. Without anyone to talk with, the Annfyn walked toward the bar. He could start the night drinking some fancy beverage.

 

[Sol Kenuk]

Korriban had been.... well, something was certainly a word for it. Sol had been dragged into the depths of the planet, swallowed by shadow of more than one kind, driven into a Ritual that he had almost lusted for. Well, at least until things started getting rather suspicious. With the threat of the Killiks and their ruthless mind control, the Kel'dor had cut his connection to the nexus out of self preservation alone. There was no real safety to be had on the ancient planet, though, not in the midst of such a horrific invasion.

Sent to battle the Killiks that now lurked through the tunnels, he hadn't even been aware of Letous' betrayal until after it had all ended. The First Blade, dead. And if not for Altair, everyone else might have died too. It seemed the heroism of the Tiefling taking control of the warzone had saved Korriban. Naturally, that only made Sol all the more interested in his fellow Sith.

So, there he was, striding into the grand estate with a shimmer burning amidst fiery eyes. At his side, a dog-sized rat named Skeever, a gift. It was the very first time Sol had succeeded at utilizing Sith Alchemy, after several tries. The beast meant something, and now it would be an extension of Sol's delight toward Altair.

He's always been rather ornate in his tastes, and so it was only natural that the Champion had over-dressed. While some might have settled for more casual outfits, Sol's is a bit more regal, albeit within reason. His outfit was sleek and lightweight, but nonetheless over the top.

He even had a bit of a side cape, although he had insured that it was latched very loosely. If anyone tried to drag him by it, they'd find that the cape disconnected without much resistance at all. Sol wasn't about to let someone drag him around with the damn thing. If he was going to wear a cape, he was going to make sure that it was as safe as it could be. A party this may be, but it was still filled to the brim with Sith, and not all were particularly friendly.

Regardless, his stride is confident, and his vision intense. It seemed that Sol was one of the first guests to arrive, alongside Caerllion. He doubted it would be very long before others followed. For now, he'd enjoy the sights of the polished, expensive looking structure, his over-sized rat sitting gently against his leg.

 

[Altair Din]

It was still surreal what happened on Korriban. Altair hadn’t entirely processed that he had taken over command of the ground battle. At the moment he had been entirely caught up with keeping everyone alive. It had been one shock after another, with the deaths and losses, to the surprising amount of hurt he felt from Aadya to finally seeing his little brother there of all places. However, he told himself he would relax and unwind at this dance. He wouldn’t think about the losses that day or how they weighed on him well after the battle.

Instead he focused on the fact that he had a recent promotion within the Imperial ranks. He was now Commander and would now be able to lead an entire regiment of troops. He chose to dress accordingly, donning very formal Imperial dress attire. The outfit was adorned with various medals and pins he had received for his service over the years. To anyone that knew him through his years of frumpy fuckboi clothing, this would certainly throw their heads for a spin.

The tiefling carried himself with confidence, golden earrings glinting and lining his ears. His hair was perfectly styled and he was wearing expensive cologne. Altair looked like an entirely new and refined man and it was a testament to how far he had come since his first days as an oblivious acolyte, to when he thought he would lose the Force, to his various missions where he risked his life for the Empire. For all the hardships that brought him here, Altair was proud of who he was today and he carried himself with pride.

He strode in with Tiamat on his arm, leading her into the grand halls. Some of the attendees already nodded and greeted him, a few raising their glasses in toast to the man they deemed to be one of the heroes of Korriban. Altair wouldn’t admit it, but he was soaking up the attention, and he felt even better having someone on his arm.

He spotted Sol and Caer and he offered them both a smile as he entered the floor.

@Nevermourn @LouJoVi @GABA

 

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music IC

Lettuce.
Celebrate.
Cabbage.
Celibate.

Dance.
At gate.
Separate.
IC from
The OOC.

My Sith.
You see.
Is not.
Me…

So…
Here
We
Go.

Once
More
Unto
The
DANCE!

An “L”.
For
Lettuce.
I guess.

The scene.
Our setting.
Purple pretty.
Floor so shiny.
Shades of pink.
Light so vibrant.

A rainbow pattern.
Amid the dancers.
Amid the chatter.
Of him and her.

In the dark side.
Shine the light.
Shades of pink.
Shades of violet.

From wikipedia.
Palatinate.
Ultra violet.
Veronica.
Telemagenta.

Cerise.
HELLO,
CHERISS.
Byzantium.
Amaranth.
Salmon.
Lavender.
French.
Phlox.
Gloss.

And more.
In the hall.
At the ball.
In a room.
No tomb.
On floor.

If dancers can curl.
Then words unfurl.
Hands on hands.
A man can dance.
He has white pants.

White as a Rufus.
Final Fantasy.
He is ruthless.
Our Drane T’keen.

Dress suit is crisp white.
Black shirt beside black tie.
Fingerless gloves—left, right.
But a Sith is always of the night.

Attire like white black marble.
Charcoal skin amid white outfit.
Artificial lighting by fire’s sparkle.
Silver streak—black hair—this Sith.

Queue the tune.
Ballroom music.
Russian Waltz.
Blushin’ doll…
Dances with Sith.
Has green lipstick.
And a black dress.
With slit on left leg.
Green eyes have his.
Black gold—yes, his.

Polished shoes.
Shoe of clack.
Shoe of cling.
Bodies move.
We’re dancing!

Black white
Marble
Oxfords
Kind of like
Kramer’s.

The pair turns.
Burning door.
Over there.
A Kel Dor.
Golden block.
A helmet’s on.
Like BioShock.

“Over here…”
Whisper in ear.
Blonde strands.
Her long fair hair.
His gloved hand.
Not white—black.
Man’s eyes peer.
“Turn, dear.”

The spin!
Delicate!
Listening!
Watching!

Green suit.
Tie is blue.
An Annfyn.
Ears like his.
Drane’s that is.
Another man too.

This guy, he's a Sith.
But this one can kiss.
No Kayden—the flayer.
Same den, still a slayer.

A man is of the future.
Cannot live in the past.
Hand in hand, his, hers.
That an…oversized…rat?

Hand, hip, tubular verse.
Trumpets are in a chorus.
Music arcs in the universe.
Dancers—trees in a forest.

And another man strolls in.
Has the presence of a pillar.
Of which is Victorian design.
That black grey stone bastion.
Charcoal as a Champion’s skin.
We know that the Sith are killers.
But even they can drink fine wine.
Palace—a sea drowning Sebastian.

The other man looks just as tall.
Though it’s a coincidence and all.
He even has those same knife ears.
Roleplay is like a play of Shakespear.

Or at least it was tonight.
Gathering in the dark side.
Drane T’keen loves to fight.
But gently sways left to right.

The ballroom’s new arrival?
Is also the Killik’s latest rival.
A woman’s looped beside him.
He who walks in: one Altair Din.

The Tiefling, he carried himself with confidence.
Golden earrings glinting; black white dominance.
Drane doesn’t know many Sith but knows of Altair.
Medals and pins, for his service, the dark side’s flair.

And Drane T’keen turns away again.
The lady in his arms is not his girlfriend.
Liquid—1-6—drums beat between the arms.
Where to next? Mingle at the balcony or a bar?

Oh, don't fret.
At all this length.
Permit this entrance.
Will post shorter next.

@LouJoVi @Nevermourn @Sreeya

 

[Bel]

Bel had been on Ord Mantell for too long. Taking a break and drinking with the Empire was the kind of vacation he needed. Especially after the gruesome events on Dromund Kaas. It was hard being an Agent and part of the Nightbrother wished he had just become a normal Champion. His progress on Ord Mantell was going well, but Bel had trouble betraying those he had befriended. That was why he came to Eriadu. Maybe his fellow Imperials would remind him of why he served the Empire.

Today, for this occasion, Bel wore one of his more fancy suits. He thought the coloring went well with both his affiliation with the Empire and the hue of his own skin. The Agent noticed Altair Din first, adorning his several war-medals on a very well kept outfit. Altair was a perfect example of the kind of Sith Bel wanted to aspire to be like one day. Then, there were three other Sith Bel hadn't gotten to know too well. One looked like an Annfyn that got too much sun on Tatooine, but wore a slick suit, while the other was dressed in green. Maybe he was feeling festive a few months early? Finally, there was the Kel Dor, known as Sol Kenuk.

Korriban... Bel echoed to himself the events that had taken place with Caelian and Vahliri. It still boiled the Zabrak's blood to this day. Caelian was a good friend and a loyal subject of the Empire and Raze...well, Bel just never understood him. Or at least most of him. The loyalty to the Empire? Yeah, sure. But did the Sith have to be this harsh? Was that what it meant to be apart of this Empire? Throwing your weight around on those you think aren't deserving of it?

Again, that was why Bel was here. To learn about what everyone else's perspectives were on being Sith.

 

[Anai Skhess]

Anai had not been in Korriban during the attack done by the Killiks, but she wished she could have fought alongside the others to defend the empire, not many places the Kaleesh could call home nowadays, but the desert lands of Korriban and the academy it housed was certainly among them.

Anai had finally started to got the hang of galaxy wide fashion, instead of just going with what was recommended to her by friends and acquaintances, the Kaleesh sith decided to wear something different. Dresses were nice and all that, but tonight she entered the party wearing a black suit and a white shirt, which she unbuttoned a little bit. It looked good on her, showed a little bit of skin but also complemented the fact that she was a very tall, very big lady with some muscle on her. She also wore her trademark mask, of course, never left home without it.

Looking around, Anai noticed the man of the hour, the Tiefling that had a good voice and not half-bad moves on the dancefloor called Altair. She had heard about his achievements during the attack on Korriban and was quite impressed by it. Giving him a little wave if he noticed her before heading towards where the drinks were being served and ordering something for herself, lifting her mask a little bit to take little sips from it while waiting for the party to truly get started.

@Charles @LouJoVi @Die Shize @Nevermourn

 

[Jasnah Atreides]

Jasnah knew the difference between being fashionably late, and out of sight-out of mind late. You wanted to show up with enough of a crowd that your arrival drew some attention, yet not show up so late that no one cared for any late stragglers showing up at that hour. With the ballroom only just beginning to fill up enough for the sound dampeners to have to kick in to suppress the chatter of voices enough to allow the music to still be heard, she walked in the palace entrance and stopped to take in the gathering.

Dressed in shades of white and gold, in a style that merged the traditional outfits of both Indupar and Eriadu, she finally spotted a few familiar faces and made towards them to begin her circle of the ballroom. The tail of the fabric draped over her head, made of the same stain and tear resistant material as the rest of her outfit, cleared a sweeping path behind her as she cut a path through the still filling ballroom. Well aware of its potential as a tripping hazard, it was made to easily detach from the clasps that lightly held it in place on her head, so as to minimize any nuisance such an occurrence would cause to her. Finally she she came to a stop near Caerllion and Sol, also noticing a Zabrak nearby. Dressed in blacks and reds, not exactly matching the colors for the party, but close enough to not stand out. A clever way by the hosts to mark the attendants.

"You there," she called out to him (@Charles), "someone should see to the guests of honor." She gave a nod towards Altair and Master Tiamat (@Sreeya, @GABA), who seemed to have arrived just before she did, and had yet to find themselves a drink. Still mistaking the Zabrak for a server, she assumed he would understand that she meant for him to go and fetch them some drinks, so didn't clarify further and turned her attention to the duo she knew, greeting them with a smile. She would have to greet the others soon, specially Altair, given his notoriety after the events on Korriban. But all in good time, she doubted if they wanted a stranger walking up to them before they even had an opportunity to quench their thirst. So, familiar first, networking after.

"Acolyte Caerllion," she greeted the Annfynn, and paused as she turned to Sol, noticing the thing at his side, "Champion Kenuk..." (@LouJoVi, @Nevermourn) She gave the rat-thing another look. Knowing the man as she did, it seemed to fit at his side. Still, it was a matter that needed addressing.

Making a gesture asking the taller Kel'dor to lean in closer, she brought her face as close to his as she could and whispered in the sweetest possible voice. "Dear Sol, if that thing starts nibbling on my clothes, I'll use its very entrails to strangle you till you squeal for more. Keep it away from me, understood?" Pulling back, she gave him a smile, before turning to address him and Caerllion.

"So, which of you fine gentlemen would like to accompany me to the dance floor?"

 

[Darth Draugr]

Draugr had known about the social event taking place after the defense of Korriban. The Sith Master was preparing a a black and gold suit to arrive to the party in, until he had received a knock on his door. It was odd but he would go to answer anyway. When his door slid open it was Imani Din revealed waiting on the other side. She had been dressed quite beautifully and when he had greeted her she would invite him to the Imperial social event. Had it been anyone else he might've shut the door and returned to his prepping, but it was Imani. So of course he accepted and then let her into the room to discuss their outfits. And some other things...

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Arriving to the Imperial palace on Eriadu, Draugr would begin making his way into the building, with Imani Din (@lizziie ) at his side with arms interlocked. This would make the first time Draugr has a date to anything. So he looked forward to making the best of it. The Zabrak also looked forward to congratulating the survivors of Korriban and giving them a show of respect they truly deserve. After hearing the number of losses on the planet the Zabrak knew that it was hard fought battle, and that these Killiks were nothing to play around about.

Looking around the notable Sith that could be seen were Altair with Tiamat on his side. No surprise there. Then Sol by Caerllion, then Anai. Draugr hadn't seen Anai since the battle on Ithor. Good to see they were still around a valued warrior in his mind. Then there was Jasnah who had been in a good light of the Sith Master so far, he looked forward to seeing where they stand at a later date. All of the party members were dressed handsomely, and mostly fitting the parties color code. Speaking of, Draugr had been dawning a handsome white suit to fit the color theme of the party and to match with what the lovely eye candy on his side would have prepared.

The Zabrak didn't immediately look to begin speaking with everyone, except for a waiter coming by with a tray of drinks. He would order one for him and one for Imani before letting him continue off. "So, shall we dance?" His voice directed toward Imani as they walked closer to the dancefloor. A curved smile on the right side of his lips.

@allpartypeeps

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Normally Tiamat was extra nervous about attending socials, having to talk to people, put on a face, and don't meltdown, which for her, happened pretty frequently at these types of events. However, there was something different about this one, the obvious factor being she was in attendance with Altair, and that alone seemed to ease up many of her nervous and worry she had when attending these parties. She glanced up at Altair before they walked through the doors of the grand hall, she could feel the pride he felt in his uniform, which was impressive in itself. He had a lot to celebrate as he proved his ability to be a cunning and powerful leader on the attempted invasion on Korriban by the Killiks. It was a skillset she would never find herself able to perfect, something she knew early in her days as an acolyte, and it took the woman in awe when he made it looked so entirely easy.

With one arm wrapped with his, and her free hand grasping some of her gown, she entered the hall with grace, never losing her dancer's ability gracefully cross any floor. She wore a gold dress that reminded her of star dust. Locks of her red hair were twisted loosely and pulled back into a large bun and decorated with ornate pins to give the impression of rays. She forgone extra rings and bracelets but wore pearl drop earrings, rumored to be some of the last pearls in the galaxy from Alderaan.

As Altair soaked up his moment of fame, she too was greeted by Sith of various ranks, her work was not unknown here. A serving droid stopped near the couple and Tiamat picked up a glass for herself and another for Altair.

@Sreeya
@Wit @Versok @Die Shize @Charles @LouJoVi @Nevermourn @Scoobert

 

[Sol Kenuk]

As more guests began to arrive, Sol's eyes eagerly sweep across the faces. One Sith, he doesn't recognize, and so he doesn't bother to peer at them for long. He does remember Bel, but only from a brief interaction that meant little to the Kel'dor. Then there was young Caerllion, but Sol doesn't acknowledge him, either. No, his eyes are drawn to the pair that stride into the ballroom in all their heroic glory. Altair, the hero of Korriban, and... who was that? Sol hasn't really spoken to the Sith Master face to face, but given her position, he does eventually place the name Tiamat.

A friend of Altair's? Or a date? The way their arms were locked, Sol's tastes are soured as he realizes the relationship was a bit more than friendly.

Well, there were plenty of fish in the sea, weren't there? And there was no guarantee that the relationship would be a permanent one. In the mean time, Sol could find someone else. He's admittedly disappointed, but he has nothing against Tiamat or Altair, no real reason to be petty asides from jealousy, and to the Kel'dor, even as dramatic as he could be, it just wouldn't be enough. Regardless, Sol had brought his rat as a gift, and he wasn't going to chicken out of it just because Altair had a pretty woman at his side.

Before he can make his way over, though, the Kel'dor finds himself occupied by the approach of another. He quickly recognizes Jasnah as she addresses him and his rat.

Amusement prompts a sly grin behind his mask at her words. She was welcome to try, of course, but whether or not the lovely lady succeeded was something else entirely. Nonetheless, Jasnah was a friend, or at the very least, as close to a friend as one such as Sol could ever have. The two worked together well enough, although ultimately, the Sith wasn't exactly the best group of people to be making friends with. Even among themselves, it was always smart to be wary of a potential knife in the dark.

"Lovely outfit, dear. If the rat does take a bite out of it, I'd strangle myself." Sol's honeyed vocals drip with amusement, as he offers the woman an exaggerated half-bow. "I'd be happy to dance, but allow me to be rid of the rodent, first." The Kel'dor practically purred. Of course, if Jasnah preferred to dance with Caerllion, then so be it. He wouldn't blame her for not waiting around. Sol turns, taking the leash of Skeever into his talons as he makes his way boldly toward Altair.

On the way, he sights Draugr, and he too seemed to have a date, someone Sol didn't recognize. He offers them both a polite smile before he carries on. When he finally reaches Altair and Tiamat, the Kel'dor once again offers a dramatic bow and a gleaming smile. As awkward as he felt, he at least thought that Altair would enjoy the gift.

"Master Tiamat. Altair. Actually, I think we should start calling you Master Altair pretty soon, yes?" Sol chuckled. "I think you earned a promotion after Korriban, but I suppose we'll just have to find out. I brought you a gift. Meet Skeever!" He offers Altair the dog-sized rat's leash with a delighted twinkle within his eye, the expression of a man who adored his work. "I mutated him myself. I thought you might like him. In any case, I don't mean to interrupt, if you two intend to dance." Sol takes a glance at Tiamat. He was, in a way, respectfully excusing himself from any awkwardness that came with being a third wheel.

@Sreeya @Wit @Charles @LouJoVi @Scoobert @GABA

 

[Darth Tempest]

The events of Korriban still hadn’t entirely sunk in for Vahliri, even as she strolled into the Imperial Palace. Instead of being on the Sith homeworld at the time, the half-Annfyn had been entirely consumed by the battle on Corellia and her stint on Ord Cantrell - both of which had nearly cost the half-Annfyn her life. It was growing abundantly clear just how much of a threat the Kilik swarm was, and the question lingered from where the next attack would come. For the moment, though, Vahliri forced herself to abandon such thoughts. Everyone had earned their moment of rest - and she was committed to unwinding and enjoying herself at the ball.

For once, Vahliri opted to attend the party with a date - arriving with one arm hooked around Varyn’s own as they stepped onto the floor. Rather than her usual dressed, she wore a well-fitting emerald green suit with an open jacket. Her outfit was accessorized with a stylish chrono, necklace and drop earrings, glinting with every step through the light. Her black hair was tied back into a loose bun, held in place by an Induparan Jasmine hair-piece wrought from ivory and diamonds. Her gaze flicked over to Varyn, her lips tugging upwards as she eyed his own attire. “Lookin’ sharp,” She muttered quietly, giving him wink and his arm a affectionate squeeze.

Confidence oozed from the half-Annfyn with every step, shoulders back and head held high as she crosses the floor. Her amber eyes swept across the room - taking in the sight of several faces she recognized and a few she didn’t. Out of everyone, though, Vahliri’s attention was drawn to Altair - almost not recognizing the Tiefling at first. She couldn’t help the way that her jaw hung agape for a moment - utterly thrown off guard by his attire. For years, Vahliri had known Altair for his frump clothing - standing in sharp contrast to the crisp uniform and medals he wore now. It spoke volumes to how far Altair had come from that first meeting on Indupar, and Vahliri’s lips immediately began to tug upwards in response.

She didn’t miss the fact that Altair had arrived with Tiamat, eyeing the two curiously. They hadn’t all been together since the party yacht, though it wasn’t something she lingered on for long. Without delay, Vahliri began to make her way in that direction with Varyn - offering both Tiamat and Altair a wide smile and wave of her hands. “The heroes of Korriban!” She called out, her voice full of warmth and familiarity.

“Gorgeous as ever, Tia,” She smiled towards the Sith Master, offering a tilt of her head before turning her attention to Altair. Her lips immediately tugged wide, her gaze flicking to his attire for a long moment before pulling him into a brief hug. “You look.. Amazing, Altair.” She said with a nod. “Every bit the Commander.”

@Phoenix @Sreeya @GABA

 

[Wodan]

Korriban had well been interesting to say the least, Wodan had turned up the defence of the planet but ultimately did little beyond identify a joiner and rummage around for a few books. A little shame hung around the Firrerrian’s head anytime suggested he helped in the defence of the planet, even the medal given out to all who participated in the defence of the Sith’s ancestral home sat heavy upon his dress uniform. That was part of the reason the Acolyte had chosen to avoid wearing any military uniform which would have been the norm for him.

It was perhaps for the best when he spotted Altair gliding through the centre of the gathering, he looked every bit the Imperial Commander he now was. Controlled, poised in complete control of his surroundings. A smile shifted across his face as he watched the man, as much as he sometimes annoyed the Firrerrian he couldn’t deny he had become a little like a brother to Wodan. After the yacht he was not surprised to see the Tiefling having at least one woman on his arm, Master Tiamat who had worked with on Korriban was the lucky lady for this night.

Stood upon one of the balconies beneath the giant stained glass windows he looked down upon those who were slowly arriving, Caerllion, Sol, Jasnah, Dragur, Vahliri, Varyn and the aforementioned Tiamat and Altair he knew. A few others he had not yet had the pleasure of meeting and maybe if the evening allowed he would try and at least add a few more names to memory.

A large wine glass swirled around in the Firrerrian’s hand, although he had hardly touched the stuff before joining the Empire, he now drank it with regularity. His Firrerrian biology helped hold off the worst of the alcohol’s effects, but overtime the red liquid would slowly takehold. Wodan’s unintentional attraction to a number of hot and dry worlds had adjusted some of his tastes when it came to clothing. Avoiding the suits many of his other colleagues wore, he wore an assortment of dark fabrics which left half of his torso bare to the elements. Luckily for him the modern yet beautiful Eriadu palace had excellent temperature control, the slowly growing alcohol jacket also helped. Wodan adorned the outfit with a quartet of golden chains, rings and asymmetrical earrings.

With the floor beginning to fill, Wodan descended from the balcony overlooking, his soft soled shoes making barely a sound as he passed the disgusting rat creature Sol had brought to Altair. He hoped it wasn’t an offering that they were supposed to eat later, the Firrerrian keeping a wide berth of the thing as he moved towards the small gathering of Caerllion, Jasnah and the Kaleesh he had yet to meet. “Good evening, Ladies, Gentlemen.” He replied, nodding to each in kind as he did. “I heard you would like a dance?” Wodan said to Jasnah, offering his hand.

@Wit @LouJoVi @Versok

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

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Since establishing the first aid camp for Korriban, a lot had happened. Not only did Clove experience Altair's heavy mental despair as he fought for Korriban, but she soon after felt a deeply suffocating suffering, complete with phantom pain, as a result of whatever Crix had faced. And before she could process what was going on, or mourn for the pain she was feeling, the Star Guardians took off, distracting her. That was for the best; she knew if she stood still, it would all come rushing in. Add Altair's detached attitude after Thyferra, and whatever rushed in would have been intense enough to tear down any mental walls she began to rebuild. She had to keep moving.

And so, some time had passed since Korriban. Clove expected to leave Imperial Space immediately after meeting Raze and not return for months, but fate had other plans. There was a celebration for Korriban's survival, and those who helped had been invited as well. And now that the half-Annfyn could enter Imperial Space while maintaining a neutral "alliance" with the Sith, she could go. At first, she wasn't sure if she should go; after all, it was an invitation extended out of "kindness," and did she really want to attend a formal event full of Sith?

But, on the other hand, why not? The Sith and Imperials would have to trust and tolerate her if she were to build a facility in Imperial Space. Sure, Raze granted permission, but it would be nice if the people themselves accepted the help. Wasn't this the perfect time to spread kindness? A true sign of neutrality? Plus, she'd been at a Sith party before! And to top it all off, Altair would be there as an honored guest.

Sure, that wasn't the reason she'd go. She'd consider going even if he wasn't there! ... But he was going. And so she was she.

The half-Annfyn eventually arrived at the palace's entrance. It was breathtaking, especially when she entered the doors and was greeted by the most stunning stained glass windows. Her heart pounded in her chest as she hurried down the steps, her dress trailing behind her. With Arctus and Ruzaan, she wore the sun; today, she wore the stars. The countless small and large stars sparkled ever so slightly with each step, the white to black gradient in the bottom of her dress making it seem as if she were walking in the night sky itself. Her curls were pulled up into a half-updo, with star clips adorning the left side of her hair, some of which held a reflective black gem. The backs of both shoes were decorated with similar metal and the tall heels tapped against the marble floor. Each metal decoration had a large star in the center, with a similar large black gem nestled in between. Those stars, black gems, and black heels meant nothing to anyone. To her it meant everything; it was a celebration of the star-path tattoo shared by herself, Thelian, and Crix, as well as a personal mourning sentiment.

Clove scanned the area with her large brown eyes, looking for any familiar faces. Vahl was the first she recognized, together with a boy next to her, dressed in a stunning emerald green suit. She'd had never seen the half-Annfyn look so beautiful while carrying a status Clove had never seen her carry before. She was about to approach the girl when she noticed she was already approaching a couple herself, a redhead girl and a man with four horns and a royally decorated suit... Four horns? Altair? Clove's whole body froze, her gaze fixed on Altair's back. They then glided over to the girl with red hair. It was unmistakably the Eternal. Or had been the Eternal in the past, but Clove never found out what her real name was.

Her heart skipped a beat, then another, and then two more. Her cheeks began to flush a bright violet pink, words in her thoughts echoing; "Everything I've given you still belongs to you." But, instead of walking over and hurling a glass of champagne in Altair's face, she turned her head away. No. Not here. Not now. It had been simple to start a fight, but it would destroy everything she'd worked for. Instead, she walked away with her ears sunken towards her shoulders.

Clove carried herself to the dance floor despite the fact that she had no date. Her gaze was drawn to the people who were dancing, waiting for partners, or looking for one. She took a deep breath, deciding that even if it was the last thing she did tonight, she'd get in one dance. She just had to find a dance partner first.

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Tag @Sreeya @Altaris @GABA @Braden @Nevermourn @Scoobert @Wit @LouJoVi @Die Shize @Charles @Versok ​

 

[Jasnah Atreides]

Jasnah watched Sol leave, thankfully taking his rat with him, FOrce knew what he intended to do with that in a place like this. Seeing him head towards Altair and Tia, she wondered if he meant to offer it to the Commander as a gift. She had heard all sorts of weird rumors about the group they called the Aco-Squad, of which Altair was the most famous member. They said they ate anything that walked, and some that didn't. Maybe there was some truth to those rumors after all. She wasn't bothered by the man's dietary preferences, would be pretty hypocritical of her given her own secret love of ditch water drinks. But she was a little miffed by the fact that Sol had someone stumbled upon that piece of information before her. She wasn't sure how that had happened, but it was a matter that have to remedied. And soon.

To distract herself, she turned to Caerllion, about to pick him for the dance by simple process of elimination. But at that very moment they were joined by Wodan, who took the initiative and asked her to dance. While part of her wondered how she had managed to draw the short straw and end up stuck on babysitting duty with all the acolytes, she gave Wodan a smile and took the offered hand.

"Sharp ears," she replied as she started leading the way towards the dance floor (@Braden), "shall we?" As they neared the dance floor, she stepped around a small figure she had almost missed, but while she avoided running her over, Jasnah did not account for the train of her outfit and unless Clove moved, she would find herself completely covered by the white fabric. Trapped, for the moment, in a little tent of her own. (@LilyNion)

Stopping at the dance floor, she would let WOdan take the lead, ready to see how well the acolyte carried himself on the dance floor.

 

[Altair Din]

As usual, these social events always had high attendance and tons of energy. Everyone always dressed to the nines and the night grew progressively more fun as people drank. The tiefling took the drink offered by Tia (@GABA), clinking his glass against hers, “Thanks,” He said while flashing her a charming smile, “You look gorgeous by the way,” He said quietly as his fingers traced slowly up along her spine, “Hopefully this won’t be too complicated to take off later,” Altair murmured quietly near her ear before flashing her a wink. He glanced up to see Sol approaching.

The tiefling perked up when he saw the Kel Dor , though he suddenly shifted awkwardly when Sol mentioned referring to him as Master, “Just Altair is fine,” He said meekly. He knew that wasn’t sustainable. People lower rank than him would have to address him by his title. He had to remember that going forward. His gaze lowered to the rat and his face lit up as if Life Day arrived early.

“NO WAY!” He exclaimed perhaps a bit too loud as he crouched down to inspect Skeever. He promptly forgot about everyone and everything else as he scratched the underside of the hideous rat’s jaw, “Aww who’s a good boy?” You’d think Altair was snuggling with a cuddly bunny. The tiefling rose up to look at Sol, “Where did you get him? I love him!” He said cheerfully with a bright smile.

He was distracted momentarily when Vahliri (@Altaris)approached. At first his tail began to move eagerly, but he noticed her arm linked with Varyn’s. Altair’s jaw tightened slightly and there was a flick of irritation in his eyes. This entire time Vahliri had insisted there wasn’t anything with her and Varyn. Oh well, it was none of his business. Typical women and their deceptive nonsense. The irritation passed quickly and he returned the hug, though only with one arm instead of the cuddly bear hugs he usually gave her, “Love this look. You should wear it more often,” He said to her as he quickly withdrew from her.

He grinned at Varyn (@Phoenix), “What up my man? Nice to finally see you at one of these things,” Altair said, genuinely happy to see the other man. He clasped the Champion’s hand to tug him in for a half hug. Deciding that was enough of that, he focused back on Sol. He politely excused himself away from Tia briefly.

“Dude,” He began with a low whisper as he threw an arm around the Kel Dor and took him slightly away from the crowds. He looked over his shoulder suspiciously before reaching into the folds of his uniform and drawing out a small bag, “You take this with me and we’ll be able to talk to Skeever,” Altair said eagerly.

While waiting for Sol’s answer, his body tensed a bit. He felt a familiar presence and instantly turned to look in that direction. However, all he saw was Jasnah and her dress flowing up behind her weirdly as if covering something. Altair’s eyes narrowed as he stared in that direction. Nah, must have just been his imagination. She had taken up too much real estate in his head already.

Altair focused back on Sol, bringing up some of the spice and snorting it.

 

[Wodan]

Wodan gave Jasnah a smile when she mentioned his hearing, the Firrerrian’s advanced biology giving him a nice edge when trying to catch who wanted to dance and who was about to drunk dial their Ex. The Champion took his arm and lead him towards the dance floor, as he passed Caerllion he handed the Annfyn his half drunk glass of wine. “Hold onto this my dear.” He said with a cheeky grin before passing onto the dancefloor.

As they walked he spotted a pointy eared woman, who for some reason reminded him of someone. He gave her a second glance but couldn’t put a name to the face, that was when she was enveloped within Jasnah’s dress which once again brought a smile to his face. He guided the Induparan towards the centre of the dance floor, allowing her long dress ample room to move as they did. He gave her a small bow before taking her left hand with his right, placing his left at the small of her back and pulling her close to him. Leaving her right hand free to rest upon his exposed shoulder. Once in contact he began the dance, taking her through a light routine which would both maximise her dresses appeal but minimise at least for the now the casualties its long train would inflict.

“It appears you have brought a weapon to this dance.” He said, nodding towards the surrounding dancers jumping out of the way of her gown. Wodan’s eyes narrowed and a frown appeared as he spotted the giant rat thing again. Though he pulled his face back into a smile as he turned back to Jasnah. “Let me know when you want to speed up.”

@Wit @LilyNion

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

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Clove's gaze had been drawn to someone who appeared to be just as lonely as she was, a random girl with no date. Well, it'd be a great chance to meet new people! But, before she could approach the girl, she heard footsteps followed by the rustle of fabric, warning her far too late. A beautiful girl dressed in a style she hadn't seen in a long time had almost run into Clove before missing her. But her fabric, on the other hand, was less nimble.

The half-Annfyn was completely engulfed by the finely crafted train of white fabric, and the sheer weight of all that cloth packed together caused her posture to change to a hunched position. As the train's end finally neared, she could hear the cloth rustling and the tiny diamonds clicking together. Then the weight finally disappeared. Light flooded her eyes and she quickly straightened her back after blinking in confusion.

Her gaze lingered on the girl who hadn't noticed, staring in complete shock at being run over by a piece of fabric. Once more blinking, Clove suddenly burst into bright, joyous laughter, the absurdity of the situation enough to take her mind off the heartache she had felt just moments earlier. While the half-Annfyn stroked her hair to correct some of the curls that had fallen out of place, the bubbly giggles continued to bounce around the dance floor.

"You are absolutely stunning!" She called at the girl(@Wit) who had just run her over before she could get too far onto the dance floor. "Have fun dancing, you two!"(@Braden) Her bright smile could have been heard in every word she said.

Her next task was to fix her dress after her hands finally managed to re-tame her curls. Luckily, she was able to easily correct the shifted layers of fabric, making herself look more than acceptable in a matter of seconds. Clove fully straightened her back and danced her gaze to the girl she had seen not long ago. And... yet... she wasn't there? She frowned, looking around the dancers, only to see the girl dancing with another partner. Ah. Well! Onto looking for the next dance partner!

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Tag @Sreeya @Altaris @GABA @Die Shize @Versok @LouJoVi @Nevermourn @Scoobert @Charles ​

 

[Sol Kenuk]

Well, Sol found it interesting that Altair (@Sreeya ) sounded rather meek about the prospect of promotion. Why? Did he wish to remain a Champion forever? Perhaps he just didn't like the title. Sol's not a psychotherapist though, nor does he care to be one. Altair's business was his own in that regard. Perhaps he was simply nervous about the additional responsibility, but considering his excellent command over military assets, how much different could it possibly be? The Kel'dor doesn't care to ask.

The tone shifts suddenly the moment Altair realizes just what exactly Sol had brought over. Skeever was about the size of a boxer, and in many ways, he acted like one too. Curious, playful, and all too willing to enjoy attention. Altair seemed to be the perfect match, he was a lot more cuddly than the Kel'dor. Admittedly, as cool as the giant rat had initially been, Sol was already over the vanity of such a thing. He wanted monsters, not strange looking dogs. Still, the excitement of his fellow Sith is rather contagious, and Sol can't help but smirk proudly at the man.

"He was just your average, run of the mill domesticated pet rat, once upon a time." Sol explained smoothly. He was getting attention, after all, and from Altair no less. Even if the Tiefling was taken for the time, it certainly opened doors for the future, did it not? "Admittedly, it took many failures for one success, but Skeever is the result of that victory." The sing-song ripples that the beast seemed to emanate through the force were evidence enough; this was an animal twisted by alchemy. Sol hadn't changed it's temperament, though. A... minor oversight. Regardless, it worked out in the end for both Skeever and Altair, didn't it? And Sol, too, in a way.

"I'm glad you like him. One step closer to rat mounts." Sol jokes, and Altair's reaction had soothed a bit of the awkwardness from the Kel'dor, it seemed. No awkward chuckling or unsteady teasing now. Not even Vahliri's (@Altaris ) presence seemed to dampen the Sith's pleasant mood, and it only seemed to improve when Altair practically blew the woman off with a half hug and a simple compliment. Nothing compared to his reaction to Sol, to be sure. As for Varyn (@Phoenix ), the Kel'dor doesn't know the man, though he has seen him around, and he knows the other Sith had been assigned to one of his missions not too long ago. A hard worker, then? Sol could dig it.

He offers Varyn a polite wave of his claw a moment before Altair's focus returned to the Kel'dor. His arms rests easily upon Sol's shoulders, and while he might have snapped coldly at the average person for invading his personal space, he doesn't seem to mind it much at all now. Ah, the power of desire. Sol's guided through the crowd as his companion acts as if there's something to hide. Really though, it's no big surprise when the Tiefling takes out the bag of spice. Sol grunts, an amused noise somewhere between a brief laugh and a hum.

"In truth, you certainly make it look worth taking." Sol responds humoredly. Perhaps if Sol had taken a hit before their dive into the sewers of Nar Shaddaa, that mission would have been a lot more tolerable. Of course, there was the larger chance that he would have been killed, but regardless. Sol's not really one to indulge in drugs, and his only addiction seemed to be doing whatever it took for power, even if it meant tossing his first born child under a bus. He does point a claw at his mask, though, because at least Sol has some excuse. "I would not risk removing my mask here, of all places." Knowing some of the Sith, they'd snatch it and run, and leave Sol to suffocate.

"If you find me an injectable form, though, I could be persuaded to try it." He mused quietly. The Kel'dor wouldn't take drugs from just anyone, after all. Altair was only different because he looked rather pretty, and his extravagant attire was practically kingly. If there was one thing Sol was attracted to, it was power. The Kel'dor had never been one to engage in long-term relationships, but he could see himself enjoying Altair's presence for a little while, at least.

 

[Jasnah Atreides]

Jasnah only took notice of the little girl when she spoke up, giving her a cursory glance before returning her attention to Wodan. She heard the words, saw the smile, and identified the very obvious passive aggressive nature of the exchange. But, she let it slip, letting her attention stay on Wodan and their dance. As the Miraluka saying went, out of sight, out of mind.

"Well," she replied with a smile to Wodan's comment about her weaponized attire, "I guess I should be more considerate." She reached up, and lifted the dupatta from her head and raised her hand high above her head before letting it go. The momentum of their dance would have let it slip away behind her, but she felt a smirk pulling at the corners of her lips as a thought crossed her mind at that very moment. She ended up assisting its flight with a touch of the Force, and the fabric flew through the air and drifted towards Clove.

So maybe not entirely out of mind after all. Besides, the Miraluka didn't even have eyes, what did they know. Which mean that Clove would find herself under threat of attack by deathly fabric once more, only this time with a little more warning as the discarded piece of clothing flew towards her to drop itself upon her. All while Jasnah used her increased freedom of movement to take up Wodan on his offer of upping the ante.

"Speed you said?"

@Braden @LilyNion