Prison Party (Open to Sith only, no PvP)

[Bigfatpenn]

Lola Sayu - The Complex - Central Mess Hall​

It had taken three years but it was done, it was so close to being done. All it needed was a few more security checks then it would probably be open next month. In honour of it's near opening Bishnu was hosting a banquet for fellow members and allies of the Sith Brotherhood, the bar were tended and stocked, plenty of food was being made in the kitchens and everything was uniform, she had to impress the other Moffs at least for the first fifteen minutes then everything was going to get out of hand.

As ships arrived in the main hangar and people began to arrive she greeted them one by one with much valour, she knew exactly how this was going to go she'd throw the party, then in the matter of minutes it will get crowded and she'll curl off into a corner, all she could do was hope some people she liked would show up and amuse her.

@Prudence @Darasuum @Kuroshi​

 

[Darasuum]

"Sir it is ill advised that you pilot this craft." the droid said as its owner wiggled at the back of the cockpit. Geir was intoxicated already and had been for the past hour at least. he was not too far gone but on occasion he slurred a word or his tone gave way that he was indeed inebriated. "Oh come on Mixxer, I've danced with mammalz, lizards, women of every skin color of the rainbow. some with horns som with fangs. one were shaved others wit bangs. i'vedancedwith droids stock droids and i've danced in....flips. but never have i ever, danced with a ship." he smiled at the end of his rimming only to met with with the carefully maneuvering but otherwise emotionless droid in charge of the ship and its bar. "Sir while this may be tolerable on other planets i do not suggest acting in such a manner on a world meant to be fortified prison for the force inclined."

Geir turned from the cockpit and headed back to the lounge area waving his hand lazily. it was his way of saying that he was too lazy, bored or indifferent to continue the conversation. instead he opened up a ale, smelling it and then taking a sizable gulp from its contents. afterwards he exhaled with pleasure exposing his fang like canines for a moment and wiping his mouth with his sleeve in the next. "Are we there yet?!" he hollered to the cockpit louder than necessary. he was only met with silence until a slight shudder ran through the ship confirming their arrival. "I'll take that as a yes." not letting the brew go to waste he carried it off the ship with him. it was a decent make so he didn't want to down it all at once if he could avoid it.

"alright, so which way is the bar?" he said to himself as he was not without company. Mixer never left the ship unless Geir told him to or it was required by his duties as the steward of the ship. but that didn't stop Geir from talking to himself like he was the protagonist of some sitcom holo-vid. he was wearing a casual outfit of leather jacket, black shirt and matching pants along with appropriate shoes. at any time he could remove the sobriety if he wanted thanks to the force but he enjoyed the buzz he had going and the confidence and pleasure it gave him. he was surprised by some of the personnel that his fellow moff kept hidden as staff of the prison that was yet to be unveiled.

by the time he made his way from the landing platform all the way to the location the pary was being held he realized he was one of the first to arrive. he sighed hoping that more would come. the last time he had enjoyed himself was when he was with that council woman of the accord. she had been a nice experience but not the only one on Christophsis. "come early they said...there will be others they said." he said in a mocking voice as he finished the remaining liquid in his own drink before tossing it expertly in the closest waste container. "i don't come to the party early cuz i get bored...and when i get bored i drink more." he continued to talk to himself giving expressive facial reactions that he normally kept stoically apathetic. the bartender on duty waited patiently for him to order which he told him to give him a pint of grog. even though he was the only patron he deposited a dozen credits on the counter. he wasn't sure how things worked in a bar on a prison planet. that was a first for him.

 

[Kuroshi]

Nelies had arrived on the planet in her own ship, being told of the event and almost immediately wanting to go. It was a chance to see Bishnu, though it wasn't as if it was a rare thing to happen. They had been together for a few months by this point, and at least Nelies wasn't shy to blur the lines between work and their relationship. She came to the party wearing something different from what you would commonly see in her style of dress, that being a majorly oversized jacket that almost looked like a short dress on her save the sleeves that were too long to see her hands without them being folded up. With this she wore a simple beanie and black pants with her usual black boots. The jacket, obviously not belonging to her, was an article of clothing taken from Bishnu's closet before she left for Lola Sayu.

She decided to not leave with Bishnu for two reasons. For one, she wanted to sleep in after dealing with insomnia for the majority of the previous night before finally sleeping, and for two she wanted to feel cute wearing her partner's clothes without having her know until it was already too late. Removing her tough and aggressive exterior she was a girl that loved feeling cute and cared for, even if she was too embarrassed to admit it to anyone but herself.

When she got to the location the party was being hosted at, she instantly went to go find Bishnu. They were the only person she would really know, and she just liked spending time with them anyway. The large crowd of people was somewhat intimidating, her social anxiety not preferring her to be in such situations, but her main goal would be to just linger around the Amanee for the event's duration.

 

[Sierrien]

Parties weren't something she would normally show up to. You had to dress up, you couldn't wear armor, and at most of them you couldn't even bring a real weapon with you. You might as well walk around with a target on your back, just hoping that everyone else had decided to leave their more concealable weapons at home as well. She didn't much care for the idea; trust was a rare commodity indeed when it came to the Sith. Her Brothers and Sisters in the Sacred Band might have been alright, but she was given to believe that there would be Sith in attendance. Generally they were never without their lightsabers, and the only weapon she had that could even hope to keep her from being sliced in half by one was pretty well keeping herself a fair distance away from ignited sabers. Yet somehow the mood had struck her and she found herself wearing her casual clothes, her feet having taken her from a transport and now to the entrance of the Central Mess Hall. She had even left all of her weapons behind - if it came down to a fight somehow, she'd simply have to work on her skills of running away.

Her preference was that it wouldn't come to a fight, so she made a mental note to go out of her way not to start any as she stepped in to the mess hall, to find that it was surprisingly empty. Well, not empty, but it certainly wasn't packed full by any stretch of the imagination. If she wasn't careful, she might have to actually strike up a conversation with someone and pretend to be interesting. In which case, she was going to need a drink. The bar was her first target, her eyes quickly roaming over the few who were inside already and taking a mental inventory of those she saw, and if they were worn openly what weapons they had on them. You could never be too careful, even if her current destination was going to be alcohol, and said alcohol would make all of her mental lists pretty well unreadable. It was shaping up to be a night of poor decisions, so as her fingers tapped a credit chit on the bar it was a heavy drink she ordered. Perhaps the best bet was to drink until she didn't remember what happened tonight. Then she couldn't possibly lament it in the morning. It was almost approaching a good plan; all she had to do was change every detail and it would be there.

Her eyes shifted towards the male sitting at the bar for a few moments. Somewhat pretentious looking fellow, extremely pale and somehow just looking like he was a prince of somewhere. Her glass of alcohol was raised in something like a 'salute' as she offered a smile if he looked at her, before her eyes were elsewhere and she was taking a sip from the glass as she didn't want to impose herself. She made a face as it turned out to be a fair bit stronger than what she was used to.

 

[Ludcake]

While Savin was generally a recluse, spending most of his days studying on his homeworld of Csilla, nonetheless he felt a need to attend to... Occasions, occasions such as this banquet on Lola Sayu he had heard about as of late. It would seem the planet's Moff had decided to commemorate her soon-to-be newly built prison, designed to hold whoever the Brotherhood believed should be imprisoned... And most of all, Jedi.

Thus, the Chiss dressed himself up in his usual outfit, though he lacked his phrik gauntlet, replacing it with yet another black glove, mirroring his right hand. His belt was much lighter than usual as well, for it was a social occasion where blasters nor bombs had a place, though he still carried his lightsaber with him, hoping his cloak would hide the weapon. Savin looked at his own image in the mirror for a few seconds, ensuring his outfit was well adjusted and his cloak would initially conceal everything but his face and black boots, as any issues with his appearance, no matter how small, would bug him for the rest of the night. As everything seemed perfect, the only way he'd have it, the Chiss stepped out of his house and quickly made his way to the Oura's Pride, his H-class personal yacht, commanding its crew to make their way to the planet of Lola Sayu.

Due to Csilla's position, being in the Unknown Regions, Savin had prepared himself sometime before he was supposed to arrive, as he predicted such a long travel would end up having him arrive too late... Of course, such a move was wise for his predicament. As expected, the voyage took longer than most hyperspace travel, but nonetheless he arrived at the complex's main hangar, leaving his ship with slow and careful steps. While there were other guests present, it was clear that the ceremony hadn't quite started yet. Thus, carefully moving while allowing his cloak to conceal his body, he made his way to the central mess hall, where the banquet was to be held. As he walked into the room, the few other guests already interacting, Savin silently made his way to the bar, hoping to listen in to other conversations before drawing up a plan for how to socialize in such a situation; after all, it would be foolish to walk into any battlefield without at least a couple of plans.

 

[Bigfatpenn]

Bishnu welcomed the first few oncoming individuals giving them hardy welcomes in her well washed and managed suit. then as more poorer in she slowly receded back to a corner of the room, thankfully before it got too crowded she was able to find Nelies she sifted her way over there giving small helloes on the way there, when they met face to face, Bishnu giggled at the sight of her wearing her jacket which looked far too big on her. "Nice jacket, where did you get it?" She said in a stone cold voice attempting to make it sound like a joke but it definitely didn't but at this point Nelies knew she was trying to play around. "Let's go get some drinks." Bishnu commented as she pecked her on the check and began sifting through the crowd yet again.

"A lot more people then I anticipated showed up this quickly." Bishnu said back to Nelies as she sat down at the bar beside her sat a scruffy looking man who stank of alcohol, Bishnu remembered who he is Geir Ambros, he was on the Sorenno mission, they had never met but had mutual friends, Bishnu attempted to start a conversation.

"You look awful Geir, what happened? Did you get hit by a ship?" Nailed it.

 

[Darasuum]

the man took a sip from his drink in time to see a young female make eye contact with him. she nodded at him which Geir only returned with a blank expression and faced to the mirror behind the bar that was customary for most drinking establishments. he wondered if he knew the female from somewhere. had he slept with her, fought alongside her in the past? he wondered. neither were probably true. Geir was known by more people than the other way around. it was the same when he was predominantly known as the Pale Fox. now people knew him as the Moff of S.I.N or Darth Vulpus. it didn't matter much to him either way.

another person came around near the bar trying to be inconspicuous but with the few people present he wasn't very successful. to add to it Geir was supposed to know just about all the secrets of the sith's enemies as well as their own personnel so the man could judge who had come with a weapon and who hadn't. the Offshoot hadn't brought a weapon, aside from his own body and the force. technically he knew a dozen ways to kill someone with just a drinking glass but he prefered to keep his drink untainted and his merriment bloodless.

a large figure walked into the room and he knew it was the moff of the planet (@Bigfatpenn ) before his eyes even focused on her. she spoke to the female that had nodded in his direction and was her partner but Geir didn't need any intelligence briefing to know that. the man had technically fraternized on mulitple occasions in the brotherhood so he wasn't one to point fingers. Bishnu came behind him and spoke to him in her typical strong yet still somewhat feminine voice. slowly he turned from his place at the bar to look at her.

"ah, Bishnu. you're always a sight to cause sore eyes..." he retorted before he took another sip of his drink. glancing in the mirror to see what she was talking about he continued speaking. "...what are you on about? I haven't been hit by any ship...today...yet." he emphasized with an additional look up and down his own person. he hadn't appeared disheveled or without class. true he smelled of enough alcohol to give a wookiee a buzz but that was due to the extended period of time he had already been consuming. but he wondered if the Amanee species had a different definition of beauty.

many people in the common galaxy would find the female's muscle mass to be intimidating and even borderline repulsive but to Geir he actually found it attractive. his mind wandered to hypothetical situations involving the two of them throwing one another across the room in passionate exchange before returning as the burning liquid of his drink passed down his throat. "who's your...friend." the grey eyes of the man drifted to Nelies (@Kuroshi ) nearby.

 

[Kuroshi]

Upon Bishnu finding Nelies she went along with what she wanted to do. At parties like this she was more likely to find one person she liked then stick to them like glue, and luckily for her the person hosting the party was her partner. "I didn't know what the temperature would be like so I wanted to make sure I wore the right clothes.", a gentle smile followed her statement. "Plus I just wanted to wear your jacket for fun." She wasn't sure what it was, but she seemed to like just having something belonging to Bishnu on her.

The girl had ended up leaving all of her weapons and gear on her ship.. for as much as it was worth with being a strength enhanced cyborg. She didn't want to get into a fight with any security, and the party was Bishnu's so she didn't expect much of any trouble. One thing she did bring with her would be her personal music device, just in case the event were to not have music or if the music was particularly bad.

"Yeah, it seems like a nice turn out so far.", she said in response to her partner (@Bigfatpenn ). Just for drinking Nelies wasn't sure how much she'd want to, barely drinking on a regular basis but often over doing it when she did decide to. It was still somewhat early in the party, so maybe a shot or two then getting fully drunk later on as the event went on if they were to stay at the bar for a long enough time.

Upon reaching the bar Nelies sat next to Bishnu, peering over at the man next to the both of them. For the start of their conversation she paid no mind, though the second she was mentioned she entered the conversation without giving room for Bishnu to speak for her. Her cold robotic eyes quickly shifted to a red glow as she moved to inspect the appearance of the man (@Geir Ambros ). "Girlfriend actually, and I'm Nelies.", was said in a passive aggressive tone of voice. She was protective, despite Bishnu being an extremely more experienced sith and the man inquiring who she was being a complete stranger. While Geir was fantasizing about passionate throws, Nelies would actually take part in that with the Amanee.

"Who're you? You don't look human and your eyes almost make you look Echani.", since he had asked, it was only fair that she know about him as well.

 

[Bigfatpenn]

Bishnu smirked at Geir's return roast considering it in good fun. "I never actually checked the drink menu Geir, I can assume you could tell me what's the strongest thing here? I could really use it right now." Bishnu said leaning on the counter of the bar. The party had gotten a bit too crowded for Bishnu's liking so she figured she'd just stay here for the time being and chat with an old friend.

"How's Sith life treating you? It's treatin' me just fine." She said relaxing her stance a little. All around in recent months things have turned out quite nicely, she hadn't heard from her sister she was far less alone and her baby, The Complex was near completed. With lucky streak recently she was tempted to try for her master rank for shits and giggles.

 

[Darasuum]

"Girlfriend actually, and I'm Nelies." he listened to her protective tone with mild ammusment and rest his chin on his hand before replying in kind to the spuny lass. "My eyes can do that too. though i'm sure for different reasons." the man neautralized some of the toxins within his body using the force to allow him to keep drinking. all the while he stared into the mechanical eyes of the smaller female and his eyes changed from their typical grey color to gold and then red rapidly before returning to their natural color. his smirk never left his face and he enjoyed the spunk that the female displayed.

"I never actually checked the drink menu Geir, I can assume you could tell me what's the strongest thing here? I could really use it right now." Bishnu interjected ignoring the exchange between the two. Geir hadn't taken a look at the list of drinks but at this event he was sure that the moff hadn't spared on a decent bartender. a good server would know how to make numerous drinks if they wanted to recieve regular payment and a decent tip. he turned his head towards the bartender and called out to him "Captain's special. make it fatal." he said before turning back in time to hear the companion of the moff continue to speak.

"Who're you? You don't look human and your eyes almost make you look Echani." these words made his smile grow even more than it had earlier exposing his exaggerated canines uncharacteristic of any echani. in truth he was several species, a real mutt of a man. he leaned forward from his barstool as if to tell the girl a secret and speak in a slightly softer ton. "Oh i'm Echani, and more..." Geir raised a his finger to display the teeth that were characteristic to only him. "you can call me Geir, Nelies. since we're already such good friends." a slight cock of his head and charming smile finished his sentence.

"How's Sith life treating you? It's treatin' me just fine." the Amaree said. the woman's voice brought his gaze back to her larger form that dwarfed him as he sat down. he was a solid two meters tall standing up but the woman was still larger than him. now he rolled his eyes but not at anything anyone said presently. instead it was the thought of work and minutia that came with his position. "Sometimes i wish i just stayed in the lower ranks. now everyone's 'Darth Vulpus can you sign this' or 'Moff Ambros what's the status on that' it's like, jeeze people, let me enjoy a hunting trip alone for awhile. but it's whatever. i suppose it's not appropriate for me to complain." at the end he just shrugged and took a sip of his drink as if in the end he couldn't give a hutt's fart about what was going on.

 

[Sierrien]

A few sporadic conversations seemed to have started up, ones that she was not a part of - and didn't see the need to be a part of anyways. People catching up with old friends and allies, from the look and sound of it. And while she wasn't really meaning to eavesdrop, some of the snippets of conversation were unavoidable for her to hear while she sat there quietly drinking. A Darth Moff there, by the sound of it, and a couple that simply had to declare itself. Wait, if that one was the girlfriend, then - ah, they were both females. That made sense; she had somewhat suspected that the smaller one was male, though they did have a look where they could go either way going on. Well, that was a little bit cute actually, two Sith ladies finding love in a galaxy at war. How did they find the time with all this.. well, war going on? In her musings on that she missed the rest of their conversation, her eyes shifting towards the Chiss male who had entered earlier instead.

She hadn't had many interactions with the Chiss, so she wasn't entirely sure what to expect from him, but as she didn't want to seem like she was simply there to eavesdrop on other conversations - which was always a good way to get someone to try and hurt or kill you - she would bring a hand up to try and catch his attention, before gesturing to an empty stool behind herself. It was an invitation for a greeting, though she was clearly not trying to make any demands. She shifted her glass for a drink and her eyes away to show that if he didn't accept the invitation, she wouldn't take it personally. She wouldn't mind learning about a Chiss point of view on the war efforts, as their kind was known to be among the most analytical in the galaxy. If anyone within the Brotherhood could offer an unbiased look on their chances of winning, it would probably be someone like him. At least by her figuring.

 

[Kuroshi]

As Gier spoke Nelies just listened. The show of eyes and teeth was a tad strange, though not completely unwelcome. Being a cyborg, her eyes would naturally shift to the cold glowing red stare from time to time when emotions were high or when she was looking over something intently. Hey robotic eyes would prevent any signs of dark side corruption, which could be a good thing in some scenarios, but it would also put her at a disadvantage due to a well placed EMP being able render her totally blind for a few seconds before her systems return to normal. That was the cost of having cybernetically enhanced body parts, a strong enough jolt of electricity could shut you down completely depending on how far gone you are.

"Another Moff?", the question was raised suddenly. "Damn, I can't seem to meet low ranking sith at parties at all." She looked at Bishnu, a gentle smirk on her face as she did, "Not that that's a bad thing." When she said this Nelies thought of the memory of them first meeting, it was something she held onto dearly. She was shy, not interacting with anyone at the previous sith party she was at, Bishnu spilled her drink all over her suit. From there she was forced to strip down to not be wearing wet clothes, and the two went to the bar there. They talked for a bit, and then Bishnu took Nelies to her estate. Not to go into further detail as to what they did, from that point on they were in a relationship. Sure it wasn't the most common way of finding someone, but it seemed to have worked for these two sith at least.

She thought it was kind of cute that Bishnu hadn't bothered to check what alcohol was being given out at her own party, but didn't mention it at all. 'You dork.'

 

[Ludcake]

As the other guests around him talked, Savin listened to their conversations, ever silent, in hopes of drawing up a plan to interact with the others. Apparently, the other man around the bar was Darth Vulpus, the Sith Lord and Moff who, if the Chiss' memory didn't fail him, was in charge of Sith Intelligence Network; the organization was of some interest to him, as perhaps he could be informed of possible historical artefacts through the spies belonging to the organization, and thus more easily acquire them... Of course, that would require properly meeting the Moff first, and such a task might end up being lengthier than desired, though most likely worth the effort.

He started drawing up an idea on how to introduce himself to such a figure, before his eyes caught the sight of a human woman, not too tall when compared to his own figure. She gestured as if to silently greet him, and then seemed to invite him to join her, once again, with no words uttered. With a slight nod of acknowledgement, the Chiss chose to accept the invitation, as he believed that it would be only improper and impolite to deny a request like that, and thus, he slowly moved towards the empty stool she had gestured towards, carefully adjusting his cloak to reveal his front, hoping to avoid trouble when sitting down. He methodically approached the stool and finally sat down, taking a credit chip from his belt and putting it on the counter, giving it a little knock to get the bartender's attention.

"Your most expensive drink available, please."

As the bartender took notice of his order, the credit chip was quickly taken, and not long afterwards, a glass filled with most likely liquor was offered to the Chiss. Taking a quick sip, he nodded to himself in approval as he tasted it, quickly biting his lip as he felt the drink's harsher than expected effects. "You may keep the change."

Finally, after properly savouring his first sip, Savin turned to the woman who had invited him in the first place, his red eyes quickly looking through her body before gazing at her own eyes, thoughtful. She was dressed rather casually, in a stark contrast to his own outfit that almost surprised him. Nonetheless, he kept a straight face, thinking about how to start this conversation.

"I assume you wish to speak with me, miss...?"

 

[Kuroshi]

Moff Wattra had entered the room, arriving late to the party it seems. She had been working on the finishing touches of a project and was only told of the party a few days prior to it happening. A sigh was expelled as she stretched her arms before continuing her advancement into the mess hall of the prison. It was nice, a decent size and there was even a bar. One thing it could use though would be music, it seemed bland just to hear people talking. "Come on people, is this supposed to be a party or an tea social?", she asked addressing everyone in the room.

"Let's make this more exciting.", was said before music started blasting throughout the room. A personal radio was set at the end of the bar closest to the door, being turned on to have sound escape its speakers at a decent level of volume. It was something she brought with her just for the fun of it, plus she doubted a prison would have a radio or anything similar.

She walked to the bar, close to where there seemed to be a decent group of people. She had decided to wear the suit she would commonly wear to events, since it seemed too formal if she were to wear her moff uniform and there wasn't a need to wear any sort of armor since the facility was assumed secure enough to warrant no weapons in a room full of sith including moffs. It was almost a pity, she wanted to pick a few brains about others' lightsaber designs. She of course didn't bring her own, or her father's for that matter, since the location's security would have likely thought something was going on if she did. Her eyes looked up and down the tall Amanee woman, checking her out almost. "So, who would you be?", was asked while talking toward the other moff.

 

[Versok]

Wigee would just enter into the party after another woman that turned on a radio with music,the small jawa could see different groups of people talking,and she didnt know anyone then so... better yo start with the drinks.

The small jawa wasnt wearing something very special,a purple jawa robe and the usual jawa mask with red lights,and a protocol droid head which seemed to be activated attached to the robe,in the chest

Wigee approached to the bar and the droid's head called the bartender,who didnt see them because of the jawa's reduced size,who was forced to stand up on a stool to catch his attention,Wigee said something on his language

"She asked for some ardees" The droid said,fullfilling his reason to exist,after a short amount of time,the bartender brought the drink and the jawa lifted his mask a little,enough to take a sip,while watching yo everyone else there,looking for someone to talk to"

 

[Sreeya]

Free drinks were more than enough reason to coax Palin into a social gathering. Known to most Sith as Daeva, she liked to keep mostly to herself. Her activities had spanned out to far corners of the galaxy, and she was actively helping Anzat become a prominent force. The fragmented gangs had been disbanded and she helped establish a centralized government. Unfortunately, a lot of the former supporters had begun to secretly rally troops which meant that she would need additional help to eradicate them once and for all.

Before starting the next chapter of her conquest, Palin thought to stop by and check in with a few fellow Sith. There had been several promotions and shuffling around in ranks. Though mostly reclusive, Palin did enjoy keeping tabs on who was doing what at most times. Today she was adorned in a slender dark red dress that contrasted beautifully against her pallid features. Her dark hair hung in curls, falling around her shoulders. Though she was shorter than many around her, she possessed an air of confidence.

Slinking towards the bar, she eyed a few familiar faces before taking a seat. Palin amused herself by watching a small Jawa attempting to reach the bar, pulling out a thin cigarillo to place between her lips. She ordered a glass of whiskey for herself, taking a sip in between blowing out puffs of flavored, spiced smoke. Music rang all around her and she silently enjoyed the moment, listening in on the conversations all around. People watching and listening was one of her favorite activities.

 

[Bigfatpenn]

Bishnu listened intently to Geir's sob story, she chuckled mildly envious of his position within the Sith ranks, hearing him go on about rank gave a sense of wonder but also a sense of bitter jealousy. She shoved the idea into the back of her head. "What do you think of the facility? It was the dream of my master until bestowed onto me now almost ten years in the making, I how i does not disappoint. We've managed to wrangle a Jedi test subject who proved to us all systems of interrogation are completely operational."

"This battle station will break Jedi."

Bishnu scoffed with a devilish grin, tipping her drink towards Geir before taking a large swig, Bishnu had an uncanny ability to sometimes get herself caught up in a speech raising her voice for seemingly no reason, Nelies had seen this first hand at Scrabble night last week. As she finished her little rant, she turned to find a small human woman behind her inquiring her name, Bishnu chuckled a little bit.

"Moff Bishnu Alistabar owner and designer of this facility." Bishnu looked her up and down, disapprovingly, she was surpassed and offended that she didn't know who she was. "And who are you supposed to be?"

@Kuroshi @Darasuum ​

 

[Darasuum]

Geir smiled at the young Nelies (@Kuroshi) comment. it was more towards herself than any annoyance towards those that held superior rank. he liked her blunt nature and disregard for the normal social expectations. he had been, or rather still was uncaring of the hegemonic expectations of the brotherhood. ranks and organization from a military standpoint were a different thing since they served a purpose of increasing efficiency but the annoying nuances of titles and courtesies that he was supposed to receive and give were trivial in his opinion. that's why he didn't care if others addressed him solely by his last name in most cases.

numerous other people entered the room but he paid them no mind. he would probably circulate around the room later depending on how long he stayed which could be until Bishnu decided to throw him out, he drank all the alcohol or he found something more entertaining to do. Nor'baal probably had a party going on during this for any number or reasons.

when he listened to the Amanee's (@Bigfatpenn ) words he only cocked an eyebrow and a slight grin as he took a sip of his drink. it seemed everyone had their quirks in their personality which were entertaining. "I hope it's not anyone i know." he stated for numerous reasons. he had ambushed a jedi clan's funeral years ago and slew dozens of them. most jedi he had met were no longer living so if it was one that he knew he would be surprised. if it were one that he had killed already than Geir was not the only one that was rumored to have come back from the dead. he drank quietly as the moff he spoke to addressed a new arrival. it was in bad form to not know who's party it was they were attending, even by Geir's standards.

 

[Kuroshi]

"And who are you supposed to be?"

Eve had been nearly just as offended by Bishnu not knowing of her. "I'm the newly appointed moff of Vjun, and the head of the arms company owned by the sith Wattra Corp, Eve Wattra.", she replied. Only being appointed moff not three months ago, it wasn't a complete surprise people didn't know who she was. That being said she was puzzled as to why she wasn't at least known by other moffs. She tried not to pay too much attention to it though, with her not appearing in a meeting yet it was likely that was the reason. (@Bigfatpenn )

She turned her attention to the only man in the group currently in conversation. "Vulpus, I didn't know a sith like you could attract one female let alone two. With one being another moff no less.", came out from Eve's mouth not even considering the idea that the two females were in a relationship of their own. While not ever meeting the man she addressed in conversation, she had heard of what he's done for the sith and what he had looked like. Pale skin, a cold yet alluring stare and a body seeming to be in its prime condition. In all fairness his looks alone might even cause her to want him in that way, at least to a certain degree. (@Geir Ambros )

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At the comment from Eve, Nelies quickly took issue with what had been said. To just be assumed in a relationship was annoying, and disrespectful. She almost wanted to try at a fist fight, but decided against it if only to not cause a fight in the middle of Bishnu's facility. She jumped to intervene almost immediately after the statement was made. "Actually, it's only her and I that are together. I barely know this guy and even if I did, he definitely wouldn't be my type.", she corrected. She didn't have much to say, but what she did say was put in a very aggravated tone.

Just the fact someone would think she would ever be in a relationship like the one assumed gave the cyborg chills. Polyamory on any scale wasn't something she'd like to do. She was perfectly happy with Bishnu owning her and her owning Bishnu in a romantic sense. Making assumptions as to her life was something she very much protested.

 

[Sierrien]

The Chiss took up her offer for joining her, though he did take a bit of time doing it. When he arrived, he immediately ordered the most expensive drink. That had her head turning - not just that he had ordered it, but also that he had said those words in order to purchase it. It was like he didn't care what he was drinking, just that it cost a lot of credits and everyone knew he was loaded. He didn't even ask for change back for his credit chit that he passed across. Coming from a farming background and then being a mercenary, she had never had anything like the kind of disposable income this man must have. He made it seem as if the cost of the beverage somehow made up for it more than likely tasting bad. She tried to keep from staring at his drink, but she was having some difficulty.

Some music started then and drew her attention even as he verbally greeted her, her eyes looking from the new one entering to the Jawa then entering behind her. She had not been expecting to see a Jawa here, either. It seemed that the Sith held all kinds of strange people. She let out a fairly loud laugh as she watched him struggling to get the bartender's attention, her eyes shifting towards the Chiss. Who had spoken to her and was waiting for a response. "Sorry, sorry.. It's suddenly busier than feeding time at the barn in here!" She smiled apologetically for a moment before continuing. "I'm Lairiel. Just seemed like everyone else knew each other, so I though you might be easier to talk to. Are you with the Sith?" She smiled again, looking honestly curious. The prevalent thought in a party of Sith might be that people would try to find out information for personal gain, but she was hoping that her smile could dissuade that notion. The Sacred Band didn't have any reason to find out weaknesses of the Sith that she knew of. "I'm with the Sacred Band of Ziost, myself."

Belatedly, she noticed that a few others had joined in the party while she was distracted, her eyes passing over those she could see from her seat, but not lingering for long. She didn't want to give the wrong impression in a room full of people she wouldn't stand a chance against in a straight up fight.