The Dawn Of A New Age.

[Draco Virtus]

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Suit

Draco Virtus stood over the second floor balcony overlooking his lower part of his penthouse on Lothal. He wore a custom 3 piece suit with the jacket buttons undone. The Outfit was fitting to his figure and tailored well. Most of those who had been with him in battle never ever seen hm in a suit. Usually only wearing his black robes and torn black rounded hat. The Newly Sith Master had yellow pieces in his once grey eyes. The sign to a keen eye of his transformation to dropping further into the dark side. His yellow eyes clashed on the backdrop of his black outfit and his trimmed black beard with his hair. The signature cigarra, finely rolled with a rare tobacco burning in the paper tucked between his lips. Inhaling the sweet savoury flavour of the tobacco and holding it in as his figure was relaxed. His face seemed rather jovial but sly. He was a bit of a wildcard. Gripping onto the railings of upper level that also held a lounging area and over view of the party. The Penthouse was done to the nines, not a spec of dirt could be found on the floor and everything was in shape. More or less it would probably look different come the morning but Draco could care less. He wanted to throw this to support the cause of everyones hard work and to take a break from the carnage. Bottles of the finest champagne and Liquors would be placed in buckets filled to the brim in ice. They lined the long island of the kitchen on the first floor. Lothal's city skyline would be in view of the backdrop. The blue pool glowing from the underlighting that was put in. Blending against the shrubbery and flowers that were planted around the big open outdoor deck.

There was plenty of room and plenty of food and drink. Draco invited all to his penthouse and the list was double checked. A waiter would come to his aid and offer him his favourite drink. A Coreillian Whiskey on the rocks. Draco turned to look at the waiter as he took a long drag of his cigara and nodded to him. Gripping his glass he would let the glass raise to his lips and take a long swallow of the conents in the glass. The ice clanking softly against eachother. The Entrance to the Penthouse taken by a elevator ride as guests began to arrive and enter through his doors. Allies, friends, even some political figures of other planets began to come in. High ranking Generals to Sergeants. Anyone was welcome providing they gave notice. As they began to pour in they would congratulate Master Virtus on his rise to the rankings. Nodding to them and shaking their hands as they began to spread out and move around the Penthouse. Draco stood by the entrance and gave his welcomes to many who entered here. It may have been a party but he had no issue throwing those who made a fool of themselves off the balcony. The Queen of the Sith and her Husband Cregan were showing up. As the room began to fill and take over. Draco would push off a bit and let those he haven't welcomed yet come to him as it was easier not to block the doorway.

Draco Virtus would begin Leaning on the railing of the outside deck by the pool, Draco would gaze out at the skyline. Much work was left to do and Draco was still hungry to make moves. His yellow eyes burned out at the distance and finally looked down at his drink. He took another mouthful as the waiters began to go steady flat to fill up drinks so they don't become empty. The laughter and music paraded through as the night had just begun..

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[Darth Evandrus]

Darth Evandrus, Sith Lord, High Judge of the Sith Empire, Prince of Lothal and Cregan Drast, Husband to Empress Andraste... was waiting in a lift, humming along with the awful music as it climbed higher and higher towards the penthouse apartment of one Draco Virtus, Sith Master and the guy he had awarded this apartment to for outstanding service while working with him.

He was coming straight from work at the Prince's Tower down the road so Andraste would be arriving separately to him but he had sent her a message to let her know that he had gotten Draco a housewarming gift so that she didn't have to.

Evandrus had gone out of his way to get something that Draco would likely have never had before - Port In A Storm. The drink was from his own homeworld and it was, without a doubt, the most alcoholic drink that he had ever even heard of. Most men couldn't drink it and even Force Sensitives found themselves getting drunk off of it incredibly quickly... hence why it was a great drink to bring to a party of Sith warriors and masters in his opinion.

Oh and because he was nice?

He had gotten Draco something he thought the guy might like - unless his read on the guy was way off. The dude was a big softy in some ways and there was one thing that you were never too tough to not love!

Cats.

Specifically - Lothcats!

Evandrus grinned as he stepped out into the penthouse with two large bottles of Port In A Storm and a lothcat on each shoulder. He grinned at the Sith Master, noting the female pilot from before around there too. He grinned as he approached Draco,

"Draco!" he greeted the other man with arms wide, the lothcats shifting only slightly, "I come bearing gifts! Two bottles of Port In A Storm to blow your mind! And two lothcats - Phrik and Cortosis - for your new home man!"

 

[Max Hithor]

Max went up the stairs to the penthouse. The occasion was the new rank of a sith ally, Draco Virtus who was now a sith master. Through the doors, he showed his invitation slip, and smiled, free food and drinks, plus the chance to meet new people, and make friends, what’s not to like? This event reminded him of the lorda, Spectre’s party. Max was wearing his formal suit, the same one he wore everywhere, but this time a different trim and color, more for style then protection. As Max went through the hallway, the music getting louder, he tapped lightly on his present. Eager and excited for the party. Unfortunately, he had never met Draco himself more or less even heard of his name before, but since the Hutta were Sith ally, he was permitted an invitation. Once he was in the center room, he immediately spotted Creagan Drast, powerful ranking Sith. Walking over to the man, he waited, watching Creagan give bottles of some type of liquor to another man who turned out to be the host hims of Draco. Once Creagan was done, Max walked over, and said “Congratulations Master Virtus. Here is your present, a special bottle of wine. My name is Max Bithor, and I am pleasured to me you. Thank you for inviting me.

 

[Dennys Waszylla]

Disco Dennys Theme

It didn't matter what music or entertainment Draco had planned, all of that was thrown out the window the second Dennys Motherkriffin' Waszylla was invited. To be honest, he didn't know who this Draco was nor why they were celebrating and he couldn't give two shits to either answer. He was going to be there to party, thus making the fiesta go from forgettable to fabulous. He had grown out his hair into it's usual amazing afro again with his tigers-eye pick and rhinestone-embedded white suit. Whatever music had been playing screeched to a halt, the disco theme that Dennys usually arrived to picking up just as he kicked in the door to the place. In seconds he was already a few feet in, every step part of a dance routine that involved anything from moving his arms like waves to vigorous pelvic thrusting. He pointed at the host of the part, not saying a word, before giving him a thumbs up for whatever thing he had done to deserve a party. It had been on the invite, previously, but Dennys didn't read the thing. Reading, and thus preparation, was for people that thought too much about what they were gonna do and never did anything fun.

He did not arrive alone this evening, though. His guest to the shindig was an old friend of his, Eivor. Yeah, she had joined the Jedi Order, but he didn't begrudge her the choice. She was following her heart and Dennys didn't blame her one bit for doing it. Besides, if her friends found out she were there then they'd be angry enough without him joining in. She was taking a risk, something he could respect, so hopefully she enjoyed this night to the best of her ability. He wasn't going to tell anyone she was a Jedi, though, that wasn't something that needed to be spread nor was it a prerequisite for anything right now. Perhaps he'd have a drink off with her later, see how much of a keg the two of them could get through before needing to breathe again. Dennys hadn't yet met his match, usually suplexing the loser for not being BADASS enough. There might be a lot of suplexing going on tonight.

@GABA

 

[Gunner Stahl]

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The young officer meticulously fidgeted with his hair, using holding creams to make sure that the artificial "messy" look was perfect along with a comb over his hard part. He had even purposely shaved about 72 hours ago, preferring the lightly stubble appearance over clean shaven. He was ecstatic that he received an invitation to this event; staring at himself in the mirror, he curtsied a sly smirk as he made sure his tie and suit were perfectly draped.

Deciding to go with a royal blue suit over pristine white shirt, he folded a dark blue shaded tie into a half-windsor, stuffing it close to his neck as he shifted his attention towards his date. "You ready gorgeous?" He inquired, he was always told to bring a beautiful woman to an event, other women look at you with higher deeds and makes conversation with males easier. Several years ago he would have never been able to score her, but now he was a big bad Imperial Officer and Serenno loved its Empire. He had asked Victoria Long to join him this evening, an aspiring model and actress in Serenno who he had met through some dinner events several months prior.

Exiting from the speeder, they ventured up to the penthouse, leaving the elevator and into the epicenter of fun. He brought an expensive wine as a gift, grapes raised in the fields of Serenno and aged for nearly a quarter century, surely it should impress at least that is what he hoped. He had made plans to take shots with Kalladrrl when the wookie arrived, but for now he definitely wanted to make acquaintance with the guests present at this event. Attention shifted upon Draco and waited for the moment the host would become available. Bowing courteously, he extended his hand in formal greeting. "Lord Virtus, I am Lieutenant Gunner Stahl, Imperial Foreign Legion. Congratulations on your ascension, and a pleasure to finally meet you. This is a bottle of aged rustic wine from the fields of Serenno, a must add to any liquor collection. I'd like to introduce you to my date, Victoria Long."

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[Kalladrrl]

The white straight up popped off him, shining against silky, lustrous black fur in the half-light of the streets of Lothal as the Wookiee moved, his rank insignia pinned on the breast of the sleeveless garment. Wookiees weren't much for wearing clothing like smallfoots were, but integration into galactic society required sacrifice and so Kalladrrl had taken some of his wages to tailors within high Imperial circles, having them do up a magnificent vest of luxurious white thread, trimmed with gold threads, the thickness corresponding to his rank. He'd visited a fancy apothecary, who after a consulting session had formulated a special shampoo and conditioner combination for the Wookiee, using dark berries and crushed black pearl to reduce sun fade and enhance the luster of his regal fur. The white streak on his face was able to be taken care of with a blue-tone enhancing shampoo.

He usually kept himself well-coiffed anyhow. Wookiees were known to sweat and pant to keep cool under all that fur, so hygiene was a necessity. Tonight was different. Tonight, he would be presented as a piece in the Imperial machine. He had to give it to Draco, his invitation looked fancy but when he'd followed up and heard about some of the guests, he realized the gravity of such a gathering. The future of the Empire would be a topic of conversation and Kalladrrl would be a part of that future. Campaign after campaign had left him little time for the social aspects of his access to the stratosphere. He'd had to book a hotel; the gunship had sleeping facilities and some grooming ones but those hairdryers built into the walls of his suite really came in handy. Plus, extra towels he didn't have to wash. Smallfoots who dished on Wookiees for being unkempt probably hadn't thought of the logistics of keeping nearly three meters of hairy body clean among beings who shaved their own hair or had scales or peels or whatever Bith’s skin was.

And so he walked away from a liquor store, two cases held in either hand, forty-eight liters of assorted spirits clacking away merrily in his grasp as his mighty footfalls cut across the streets on a planet new to him: Lothal. Another political jewel in the Empire’s crown; their sovereign was Evandrus, one of the Empress’... Husbands. Plural.

More power to her.

But as he walked, he caught a familiar scent. Blood and death personified, deceptive and perceptive and cunning. Perhaps as cunning as he was.

"Aaaooooo, Rooella!"

He called up the street to her. She was ahead of him as they traveled in the same direction. Maybe they were headed to the same destination.

@Dread

 

[Eivor Vivas]

Dress

Eivor never heard of this Disco in all her life until she arrived at Canto Bight where Dennys was the star of their special dance night. Funny enough the music was becoming popular in many places around the galaxy and Denny Waszylla seemed to be where ever it was playing, not to mention, he some how had a portable holo-music player that seemed to pick up the beats when there was not a band at play. There was an irresistible beat that was hard to ignore, it drew her in so many times she even thought it some how was caused by the dark influence of the Force. When her ignorance was feed with the knowledge, she filled a playlist with the best hits. Her droid of course thought it was ridiculous. Regardless, after a lengthy night of dancing he suggested to check out another party with a fellow Sith who had just became Sith Master.

She was hesitant at first, the last thing she needed was word returning to the Order about where she had been, but having gained Knight status, she seemed to free herself from beneath the thumb of the Jedi Council and gained more freedom in roaming. Though it wasn't to say that was all why she was present. She had mentioned she needed to get in touch with Siris (@Orbit) and hopefully he would be present, however, she was eager to see who else would be here. Many in the Sith she still considered friends, even on the opposite sides of the battle field; the Sith had gone through so much, Andraste built and Empire from nothing, there was a respect the girl held for such an accomplishment.

With her arm hooked in Dennys' they exited the lift, hips swayed to the beat of the music as they made their grand entrance. Her red wavy locks of hair bounced and her blue silk dressed swayed to the music as they danced their way into the apartment. The routine incorporated a point to the host and thumbs up while Eivor blew him a kiss in his success as he climbed the ranks of the Sith Empire.

Now with all this dancing, she just needed a drink to complement.

 

[The Eternal (Vex)]

Vex was, to say the least, extremely tipsy. It was probably the last thing she was suppose to do now that she was a Wraith in the Black Hand, but she was taking some time off before she went insane. OK... so maybe getting shitfaced wasn't exactly the best way to spend it but kark it all.

Either way, she was doing alright tonight. Plus, she was wearing a silky black dress that clung perfectly to her curves from top to bottom, and it made her feel good about herself. Her red locks of hair were curled professionally but loosely, falling over the sides of each shoulder instead of braided and tucked under a helm.

It was... freeing.

On her way out of the liquor store she heard a familiar voice calling out to her. Turning towards it, she saw Kalladrrl in the distance. Her sea green eyes lit up at the sight and for once she allowed a soft and honest smile to grace her lips. Tonight she hadn't planned to hang with anyone so seeing him brought her a little bit of excitement. It gave her some hope. The amount of alcohol running through her system helped encourage her to walk up to him.

But at the same time, the amount of alcohol also had her stumble and fall onto him. She wrapped both her arms around one of his massive arms for support before straightening herself up and clearing her throat— hoping he wouldn't take a swing at her, or take his arm away.

"Kalladrrl!" Vex said excitedly, tightening her grip around him as his name left her lips. Even if they had only been on missions together, she was still fond of him. "Sorry I'm a little... tipsy right now. Mind if I borrow your arm for awhile?" Things were a little spinny right now and she planned on it getting more so as the night went on. "What are you up to? Anything exciting? Got any mines?" she joked, ignoring that he had called her by her old name for now.

@Rexx

 

[Xornoth Sk'ar]

Suit

Xornoth dressed the part for the event in celebration of the many achievements of Draco. He brought with him a small gift of Corellian rum for the host which he handed over, thanking him for the invitation and joined the rest of the party.

Lothal was about to get quite crowded now that the Sith had taken it over, but the views were to die for. At least tonight he expected that he would be able to spend some time learning faces, some he would avoid and others he would seek to develop working relationships with.

But ultimately it was a party, after all, so he would partake in it fully.

 

[Ditch]

Darth This, and Master than, Commander who and Lord such and such. Gods this is going to be tough if they get all formal like the Sith normally do, being a plus one meant no one would rightfully expect some Lieutenant to be showing up but he was planning to do his best to mingle with the political and military flock that would be present.

He sported his armor, cleaned and shined along with his newest cloak for the occasion a light brown and delightfully soft knee length cloak fixed to his armor. Bearing gifts was never a task for a plus one but he planned to exceed expectations carrying a Shriek Hawk pelt, one he had hunted himself and prepared for this occasion. Moving through the crowd he could already see the man who was newly titled and approached after the others had done their bits "Lord Virtus, Lieutenant Ditch Ordo Imperial Foreign Legion. An honor to be in your grace and I wish you the best on your rise to glory; I hope you can find use for this leather it comes from the most elusive predators of Mandalore." Ditch said offering it forward, the pelt rolled and tied with a satin bow

Ditch had made sure he was as clean and kept as he could be, other than some simple robes the man lived in his armor as most of his people in the warrior caste did. He was an ambitious man looking to shake babies and kiss hands with the best of them, many of which who were part of the team he was constructing under the guidance of High Judge Evandrus; who he would make the point to speak with for the first time in person this evening.

 

[Kalladrrl]

The Wookiee smirked down at his former comrade in arms, loading up the two cases of liquor under his other arm, leaving the one arm free for her to cling to. He could smell the intoxication on her and it was refreshing to see her not buried up to her eyeballs in commitment to the cause. She worked harder than he did on deployment and that was saying something, as Kalladrrl was picking up his fair share of the weight and more. She actually looked happy for once and her enthusiasm was infectious; the spark of some kind of contentment only added to her beauty.

“Ha!” he belted out gregariously. "Garrhoofryn, Roo! Ohrnakaarhoooharrgrannrrooga," he said appreciatively and without his trademarked mockery as he adjusted his arm to allow her better purchase.

"Harrnayffkrran. Ynnakkrranparrgrrahorrnaggrranroggara." He gestured with his head to the top of a nearby building. "Rrann Rranna Rrooannaahurrgh, rranrrDrakkanaynarharrfa," He pursed his lips for a moment before he smirked in conspiracy down at the tipsy Sith.

"Hrroo...rranrrohranynrrauh? Rraaooonahrrfycrraftarr, ycrroonnagarrganohrtrrft, rranynrraycpahnnakkanyn!" The Wookiee chuckled darkly. She didn't need his help fending off unwanted advances and they both knew it, but the thought of some newly jumped up second lieutenant trying to spit some game on Ruelle only to be told to get in line behind the Wookiee tickled him to no end, and his basso chuckles echoed around them as the liquor shifted in the grasp of his gargantuan arm.

@Dread

 

[Draco Virtus]

Draco Virtus would be enjoying his drink and cigarra on the deck as he heard a voice call out. Cregan would be standing there with a special gift and two Lothal cats on both of his shoulders. Smirking, Draco turned to Cregan and watched the cats come off his shoulders and take to their new home. Accepting his gift he would grasp Cregans shoulder and give him a nod with his classic jovial sly smirk. "Cregan, it is good to see you brother." The cigarra puffing from the corner of his lips as the two suited duo stood out on the balcony amongst the others moving about. It was only when Draco was then approached my a man who seemed nothing but a stranger to him. Draco never seen him in his life but it was probably both ways. As he introduced himself Draco would nod in approval to him. "Max, A pleasure. I Am Draco. Your gift is much appreciated. Go have a drink and enjoy yourself. My house is your house." His tone was monotone and dark as usual. Just the weird, sly, sarcastic ass that lay within him. Well the music was short lived as Dennys came busting in the farking door and began to run the music scene. Leaning against the railing in his custom suit. Draco smirked leaning next to Cregan watching Dennys give a thumbs up with his plus one. It was almost in unison as his thumbs up was followed by the ladies kiss being blown. Draco raised his glass to the pair as his whiskey and ice swished about in the movement and smirked turning to Cregan. "Well, that must be Dennys?". He never met the man but he had heard some small talk about him. It seems he lived up to his reputation. A Waiter would come and refill his drink as the bright lights of the city skyline kept the background view perfectly.

Finishing off a Cigarra. Draco retrieved a dented metal case from his black suit and slid a cigarra out and tapped it on the metal case. He would lift it in his mouth and let his other hand retrieve his lighter and ignite the tobacco. The party was in full swing and Draco seemed relaxed and watching as people scuffed around, laughing, making a time of themselves. They earned it. Whatever would keep their minds off the fight and the death. Draco didn't care. It was only when a rather sharp dressed man approached him and offered him a handshake along with a introduction. Draco raised a eyebrow as he grasped the mans hand firmly and gave it a stiff shake. "A Pleasure." he nodded as he looked at the gift. "I Admire your gift, I assure you it won't go to waste. Enjoy yourself and have whatever you'd like." He would turn to face his date as she was a gorgeous girl and it seemed the two were defintely sharp. Giving a small bow. "A Pleasure Ms Long, please make yourself at home." He would let them trail off to enjoy themselves or stay amongst him. It didn't matter; A Kaleesh approached with a gift of Coreillian Rum. Draco nodded as a thank you as he watched the Kaleesh walk away. It wouldn't be long before Draco was graced with a Imperial Foreign Legion Lt. Seeing the prized leather Draco would softly take his gift before giving him a slight nod. "Your gift will be most cherished, I must thank you. Please Lieutenant, make yourself at home." His armour was well taken care of and he seemed to mean well. Draco's yellow eyes stared at them all as he turned back to Cregan. His yellow hues glowing as he seemed to almost have a quiet stare.

"Well Mr. Prince..This is going to be a shit show, I think."

@Nefieslab @GABA @Xorism @Rimrald @Insalius @Faded Truth @Quazi

 

[Darth Evandrus]

Good gods this party was already getting crowded wasn't it?! Not that he had anything against that of course - the more the merrier considering he wasn't actually going to be the host of this event. He was, however, still hanging around with the actual host of the event, Draco. The man was one of the few he would actually let get away with using his old name, which he admitted as he mirrored Draco and grasped the other man's shoulder,

"Great to see you too Draco." he admitted with a grin before adding, "Most people call me Evandrus these days... you get a pass though my friend. I'm Cregan to you, alright?"

He nodded to some of the others who acknowledged his presence alongside the host of the evening, including Ditch (@Rimrald ), a Lieutenant in the Imperial Forgein Legion. Xornoth (@Xorism ) was here as well and he trusted the young warrior to behave himself about as well as any of the others here at least.

Dennys... well Dennys (@Insalius ) was just Dennys wasn't he? And he had brought... Eivor. He had gone and brought Eivor (@GABA ) to this party. Evandrus wanted to say he was surprised.

"Yes that's Dennys..." he agreed with a little chuckle, "You could never ask for a man more badass in a brightly coloured outfit I'll tell you that right now."

Evandrus had poured himself a drink of some whiskey from one of the bottles on the side. He chuckled a little bit as he handed Draco a re-filled glass,

"Oh the best guest (@Sreeya ) isn't even here yet though!" he laughed brightly, before adding, "It's a good thing I took out home insurance for you though I'll say that much."

@Exhilian

 

[Spencer Ward]

Having just arrived, Spencer Ward would be at Draco Virtus's party. Sith Master Draco Virtus. He would be sifting through the party. What a really fancy place. And everyone else looks fancy too. Spencer knew what the dress code was before hand, wearing a fashionable tuxedo with a bright orange jacket. Would also be wearing thick black glasses and having his hair combed especially neat. It's really nice to feel good looking. After all the the commotion, Spencer would then find Darth Evandrus (@Nefieslab) and walk over towards him. With a whole bunch of dark siders he doesn't even know, he wants to gravitate towards his best friend until he can maybe get more comfortable. "Hey... Evandrus" he said smiling doesn't want to call him by his real name in public. And he would see the man of the day, Draco Virtus (@Exhilian) . "Nice to meet you Master Virtus. Congratulations on becoming a Sith Master." he would nod his head at Draco while still confidently smiling at the man. Hmmm, not that he thinks about it, his last name does sound a bit familar... but he can't put his finger on it. While looking towards Dennys, he would spot something. Is that Eivor? What is she doing here?

 

[Dennys Waszylla]

Dennys kept up his dancing walk as he made his way to the host of the party. As soon as he was in front of Draco he pulled off a few dance moves before reaching in his shirt, pulling out a gift he had hidden in there for the man. It was a cigar box, incredibly finely crafted and filled with cigars from the finest producers in the galaxy. He placed it in the man's hand, giving him another thumbs up before he moved on, his presence at the party validated. He'd learned enough of the man to know he enjoyed his smokes, something that Dennys enjoyed every once in a while as well. He figured it would be the best gift he could bring, as even when the cigars were gone the box could be refilled with more. It was environment-controlled inside, so any cigars put inside would stay fresh for as long as possible. After all, only people with a deathwish would smoke that much all at once. Now that his work here was done, he thrust his chest forward, arms pointed down and to his side, and in that single movement his shirt unbuttoned and flew off, folding itself before landing on a nearby chair. The Force was one hell of a thing.

Dennys and his magnificent carpet of virility danced their way over to the kitchen, prepared now to tackle his TRUE foe in this room. That keg lay untapped and that was just a travesty. He would look around at anyone else nearby or who even looked interested, challenging them with his eyes to a drinking contest. He could drink all these fools under the table while he was ready for another dozen rounds, a keg like this being a poor opponent yet the most worthy around for his tastes. In a few moments he tapped the keg, lifting it above his head before starting to drink from it for as long as he could before he needed air. If he could wield a Massassi Warrior's axe without needing the Force, this keg stood no chance.

 

[Ditch]

Ditch simply watched the man force his shirt off indicative that all bets were off. As some of the hired staff walked past Ditch grabbed two shooters in one hand knocking them back like candy before holding up a finger telling him to stay right there before grabbing two more and wandered to the entry of the kitchen area. With the two shot glasses in his one hand Ditch unlatched the connectors holding his cloak on with the other.

Letting it hit the ground in a neat pile behind him, the full extent of his armor's polish and shine showing now. "YOU" @Insalius Ditch shouted at the top of his lungs, thick Mandalorian accent present even in the single word, pointing a finger at the shirtless man who had just finished lifting the keg over his head hoping to get his attention. "HOLD MY LEGS" He screamed before slamming the two shots and chucking them over his shoulder for the waiter to catch getting a quick three step running start he would plant his arms on the kegs handles grabbing the tap's hose out of a bystanders hand with his mouth as he went up and vertical as straight as he could be knowing his armor would cause him to sway if the man didn't hold his legs.

The normally refined Mandalorian Lieutenant watched the Sith let loose indicative of this party taking a turn for the less classy ending he had secretly hoped for.

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[Zanna Kressh]

Zanna had no idea what she was doing, but she knew she had to come out of her shell one way or another. She had considered wearing her full armor to this little…thing. However, she found out quickly that everyone would be wearing formal attire that was more commonly known in these parts of the galaxy as ‘party clothes’. She had spent the entire day wandering about and trying to figure out what outfit to wear.

For all her ferocity on the battlefield and leading squads into combat, she felt horribly out of place in a setting like this. Zanna awkwardly stepped into the penthouse, making her way towards the other guests. She almost tripped a few times, wearing these things called ‘heels’ for the first time. The dress she wore felt uncomfortable, and she kept tugging and pulling at different points, not excited about the way it hugged her curves. The backless dress revealed her full body tattoos for the first time. With the ‘heels’ she stood slightly over 6 ft, and she towered over most women present, feeling suddenly awkward.

Zanna hoped to avoid drawing attention to herself, slowly walking to keep from toppling over as she recognized the host (@Exhilian ). He had been the idiot she had met on Korriban that smelled awful and tried to follow her around. Zanna knew fully well she was more or less crashing this occasion, but she couldn’t deny she needed to meet others within her faction. She caught rumors that the queen herself would make an appearance and she had been dying to meet the woman she served so dutifully.

She paused for a moment to catch a man balancing on some strange bucket and drinking from it (@Rimrald ). Zanna didn’t know what to make of this strange music or these odd rituals, but she watched people begin to move and dance. She blinked stupidly at everything for a few moments before making her way over to grab some food. Now that she could recognize anywhere, and she walked over wobbly and comically to help herself.

 

[Siris Drast]

Eivor had contacted Siris and he was a little confused by it, realizing that she had wanted to meet at a lavish party that the Sith Draco was throwing. He had heard of the party, having fought side by side with Draco on Serenno in helping to take down the beast and the rampant hounds. The Sith Lord liked to keep tabs on people now, with the Black Hand under way he always kept a watchful gaze on people that interested him. With Eivor there and wondering what this message is while also wanting to keep up appearances that he hadn't completely fell off the map, Siris took a shuttle to Lothal.

Arriving at the penthouse, he just wore a nice suit and nothing fancy, it fitting his lean frame nicely as he stepped inside and his silver gaze slowly swept over the floor and people inside. Siris still kept his signature suppressed, it being his natural habit now as he still didn't like drawing attention to himself even around his peers. He caught people enjoying themselves, drinking to their heart's content as he could smell the aroma of spice throughout the room and nearly setting his nerves on edge there. It was Draco's party after all and it wouldn't have looked great if Siris started crashing it the moment he just arrived. Ignoring the spice and other partygoers, he recognized quite a few people through the crowds even if he hadn't spotted them.

His silver eyes immediately found Evior (@GABA) through the crowd, staring straight towards her as his gaze bore a hole through the people that stood between them. Siris would speak with her after as his gaze went over to Draco (@Exhilian) who overlooked the party, Evandrus (@Nefieslab) standing next to the man as they seemed to be close friends now. As Siris started to step towards him he felt a familiar presence, it nearly making him stop in tracks for a moment as he calmly swung his gaze over to find Zanna (@Sreeya) who was helping herself with some food. He almost didn't believe his eyes, never thinking he would see her again so soon and also see her in heels. It had been a while since they had split off their own ways and she seemed to be doing fine on her own.

But Siris returned his gaze back to Draco, keeping his steady pace before standing before him and Evandrus. "Evandrus," Siris greeted the other Sith Lord, giving him a curt nod, "Hope everything is going alright." Siris then shifted his eyes over to Draco, "Draco, congratulations on the party and becoming a Master." He extended his hand forward to Draco, giving him a firm shake before sliding his hand back into his pants. "Sorry about not bringing you a gift, came on short notice." Siris shrugged his broad shoulders slightly, "But at least I could give you my adulation."

 

[The Eternal (Vex)]

Improving the value? Vex bit her bottom lip, forcing herself to hold back a giggle. She wasn't entirely sure how to react to that. At very least, she was glad he allowed her to hold onto his arm. She couldn't help but rest her head on it after knowing she was safe. Despite her mind telling her not to, she enjoyed this closeness. The warmth of him against her. The tautness of his muscles. His smell.

Maybe the desire to be close to someone was deep within her and the alcohol just brought it out, maybe it was just the alcohol. In the end, it didn't really matter. Tonight she was going to enjoy herself no matter what that meant.

He went on to explain there was some sort of party going on, which only fueled her excitement about tonight. "Yes!" she shouted, wiggling against him and almost jumping at the idea of going to a party. "I'll absolutely be your plus one!" Vex squeezed his arm for a second, nuzzling her head into it. "Lets both enjoy ourselves tonight okay? I need... I need to let loose for awhile."

With the help of Kalladrrl, she began to walk towards the party with him. "Thanks for the offer of protection by the way, but I think I'll be making use of your arm more than anything." A smile played on her lips after she realized what she said. It could be taken a few ways, but it was meant innocently. She wasn't entirely sure who would bother to go after her, or why, but she wasn't going to question it. "Oh, and, please call me Vex from now on. It's a long story but... Ruelle is gone." While Kalladrrl might not understand the tradition, she hoped he'd at least play along. Another part hoped that tonight she could completely abandon her old self and move onto her new one. And celebrate it.

@Rexx

 

[Eivor Vivas]

Eivor spun away from Dennys as he approached the host and as the music died and moved onto the next song, Eivor found a flute of champagne and took a sip, her grey eyes studying who else was present at this party. However, there was one who entirely caught her attention, the music and the chattering quieted around her as she saw him walk through the door, it was Spencer Ward and the girl felt her heart flutter in her chest. She had not seen him since before Ryloth, in fact, ever since Prakith, she rarely saw him. She worried he was lost at the end of lightsaber blade, but there he was, walking towards Cregan, the newly minted Sith Master.

The redhead blinked and took another sip and he seemed to take notice too, his eyes falling on her as she made her way back to Dennys' side as he went to take the limelight once. He then thrusted out his chest, the buttons popping without breaking and his shirt flew off. She felt a moment of disbelief and confusion, and at the same time, impressed by the amount of hair that curled on his chest. Seeing he was interested in taking out the kegger, Eivor became more interested in Spencer, almost forgetting where she was, but there was something, a familiar feeling, and she saw Siris cross her path, heading in the same direction.

She put down the glass on a counter as stepped lightly between individuals until she reached Spencer, a small excited grin as she nearly tackled him to the floor in an embrace, holding herself tightly against him. "Spencer, its been too long." she said inhaling deeply, "Way too long..." she exhaled.

@Faster Than Light