Open Kashyyyk To Life!

[The Storyteller]

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OOC: Open to Galactic Senate politicians/diplomats, and their aides

From the Jedi temple on Yavin IV, to the intimidating halls of Serenno, and every planet in between, the holiday known as Life Day was being celebrated in a million different ways. However, nowhere were the celebrations as enthusiastic as on Kashyyyk, where the holiday had originated. Every year, the planet found itself hosting a large celebration with humanoids attending from across the galaxy, and this year was no different; at the end of a cycle filled with war, strife, and conflict, revelers gathered to enjoy the festivities and set aside some of their burdens for a while. In addition to the various celebrations held across the planet, a particularly impressive celebration was planned for the Galactic Senators to attend.

The logistics of such an event were intimidating, but thankfully Kashyyyk had been throwing such parties for decades. Cordial invitations had been sent to senators around the galaxy; the FWA, New Republic, ISC, and the newly-added Corporate Sector. Security was airtight, given the names expected to attend, but once inside one would find food and drink to satisfy even the most alien tastes (except scandalous drinks such as Emil’s Harem or Emryc Energy). Serving droids bearing various drinks and edibles patiently attended the event, doing everything in their programming to ensure the comfort and safety of the attendees.

Near an open dance floor a quartet of Bith provided seasonally-appropriate music, including hits such as Rockin' Around the Wroshyr Tree and Rudolph the Red-nosed Tauntaun, while guests were invited to leave an ornament on a central Wroshyr tree representing their coalition/planet's attendance to the event; these would be later catalogued and displayed in a special Life Day museum on Kashyyyk. Each guest would be the recipient of a small carving of the current galactic year (145 ABY) made out of Wroshyr tree wood.

The centerpiece of the event was the Corellian YT-1300f Light Freighter that had been meticulously restored and cleaned until it shone. The boarding ramp was lowered, allowing guests to wander in or out at their leisure, while the holotable inside projected a brief documentary on the history of Life Day. Guests could take photos in the cockpit (and were encouraged to post the pictures to Switter using the hashtag #LiveLaughLifeday), and the dorsal cannons would be incorporated in the fireworks show later on that evening by raining confetti down on the assembly.

It was, through and through, a festive and welcoming environment for the senators and politicians of the galaxy to congregate.

 

[Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl]

Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl warmly greeted guests as they arrived with the help of T-8R, his miniature protocol droid. The Wookiee was dressed in traditional red Life Day robes and was wishing that he could be quietly celebrating the holiday with his mate, Jithrrruthrrreorrfyirph, but his duties as the Senator of Kashyyyk meant that he was here exchanging pleasantries with some of his least favorite people instead. His doctor had scolded him for skipping the Onderon social and told him that a relaxing party such as this would be good for his blood pressure; although he maintained a pleasant demeanor, Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl was beginning to doubt it.

 

[Cassian Graves]

The planet of Kashyyyk was far more beautiful than Cassian remembered, at least around Life Day. Typically, the Zeltron avoided the temperate jungle planet the rest of the year, but on Life Day he made an exception. This was, after all, the birthplace of the holiday. The galaxy had the Wookies to thank for this season of celebration and giving.

The Senator of Kashyyyk stood near the entrance, greeting guests as they entered. He's got to be hating this, Cassian thought to himself with a private smile. He approached the Wookie Senator, extending a hand to his colleague. The Wookie towered over Cassian, but the Zeltron did not let that bother him and greeted him enthusiastically.

"How kind of you to host us, Senator. I must say, you've outdone yourself on the decorations this year." His gaze roamed the length of the Wookie's red robes, blue irises dancing with mirth. "And what a marvelous... gown. All you're missing is the Life Day Orb."

Withdrawing his hand, he revealed the package he held in his other. It was a small box, with green wrapping and a red bow."I brought you a gift, my old friend!" The two of them could hardly be called friends, but Aezz certainly was old.

Still, there was something about the old Wookie that stirred something akin to admiration in Cassian. He was a man—or rather, a Wookie— of principle, set in his old ways and as stubborn and uncooperative as a falumpaset on a leash. He was from another time, a relic of the past left to dwell in the modern age, most likely against his will. A prisoner in a time period he did not belong in.

Inside the box, whether the Wookie Senator decided to open it now or later, Aezz would find a six pack of Silver Stare, each wrapped with a little bow and the ISC President's face plastered on each and every can. The Wookie's dislike of the ISC President was no secret. Cassian couldn't help but grin, perhaps the intention behind the gift betraying itself on his features. "I do hope you'll like it."

He handed the gift off, pressing his hands behind his back to observe the party. "I hope you're doing well, Senator. Is that Musky and Husky I smell on you?"

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc knew full well that the Wookiee Senator detested the ISC, and he despised Emryc most of all. However, the half Sephi had succeeded as well as he had partly because he was largely neutral to most of the galaxy and its inhabitants. It was incredibly difficult for anyone to genuinely rile him up, and so far he didn’t actually hate anyone that wasn’t already dead. Perhaps there was a connection between the two…

While a tropical planet, Kashyyyk still managed to get quite cool at night. Emryc opted to wear a light coat over business casual attire. Though historically not partial to vests, they had grown on him lately thanks to his partner. The outfit was accessorized with a scarf, the cuffs slightly up to reveal his forearms. As was his habit, he had a chrono on one wrist, the other left bare. His hair was styled and he wore his trademark cologne.

Kashyyyk was an immediate hit with Emryc. He didn’t have to hunch through doorways and everything here was made for much taller beings. He could sit at a table without slouching over till his back was sore. If the Senator didn’t have his panties in a wad over Emryc, he would even consider getting a vacation home here.

The President strode in and was genuinely impressed with the display. Silver gaze looked around for the host, deciding he wouldn’t be a stick in the mud. Emryc spotted the Onderon Senator and Aezz right away. He nodded at them both, preparing to greet them when his gaze flicked down to see Cassian casually offering a box of those Emryc Energy drinks as a gift. Both Emryc and Cassian knew very clearly how much Aezz despised Emryc. It was a testament to the half Sephi’s calm and cool resolve that he didn’t begin chuckling at the sight, legitimately amused by the move from the Zeltron Senator.

Emryc looked from the drinks and up to Aezz, offering a polite smile, “Senator Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl,” He said smoothly, the name pronounced exactly as intended in Basic, “I had no idea you were such a fan of these. I’m flattered. Naturally I get some discounts and will be sure to have some bulk shipments sent over to your office at once.”

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[Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl]

Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl didn't have to wait long for the first notable guest to arrive- Senator Cassian Graves from Onderon approached with a parcel in hand. Cassian's comment about his attire spurred a grave nod from the Wookiee, who gestured to a Life Day orb sitting on a pedestal behind him. "I would carry one, but for the fact that today, my arms are open in welcome" T-8R translated, smoothly omitting the difficulty with which Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl said those words. Cassian reminded him too much of Emryc Thorne; both were charismatic, influential, and ambitious, but at least Senator Graves hadn't printed currency with his face on it yet.

The Zeltron did, however, know how to subtly score points, a fact that was not lost on Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl as he opened the gift and saw half a dozen Emryc Thorne's staring back at him. Quickly, the Wookiee ran through the breathing exercises that his therapist had taught him, and was able to keep his face a pleasant mask throughout the exchange. "I shall place these with the other white bantha gifts" he said, calling Graves' bluff and extending an inviting arm inwards towards the main compound. He elected not to respond to the Musky & Husky remark; it was just like a Zeltron to stick their nose where it didn't belong...

Then a smooth baritone voice rang out that threatened to send the whole evening off-kilter as a seventh Emryc Thorne face appeared and doubled down on what must've been a planned prank by him and Cassian. Inwardly, the Wookiee seethed as Emryc suggested sending a bulk shipment of the (undoubtedly!) vile concoction to Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl's office. As if! Only his centuries of experience in a leadership role allowed him to mask his annoyance.

"President Thorne" he replied pleasantly, turning to address the face of the ISC. "You presume too much; I have not tried these drinks before out of respect for you and your image" he said, referencing the rocky beginning to the drink's career. "Like many new things, I hear that they are an acquired taste." Was he being too petty? If Jithrrruthrrreorrfyirph were here, she would've subtly squeezed his arm and said something pleasant to return the conversation back to the celebration at hand. There was no sense in squabbling this early in the evening, and if there was a day to set aside his differences with Emryc it was today.

"Kashyyyk is honored that you have chosen to celebrate Life Day with us, Mr. President" Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl said, the lines he'd practiced for this very moment pushing their way to the forefront of his brain. "As you know, the tyranny of the Galactic Empire- and the rise of the current Sith Empire- has made the values of family, joy, and harmony all the more important. Please, make yourself comfortable."

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[Cassian Graves]

The Senator of Kashyyyk pointedly ignored Cassian's question about his choice of shampoo, but it was no matter. Perhaps silence provided the answer in and of itself. The two Free Worlds Alliance Senators were not left alone for long, which was probably a good thing. Emryc Thorne approached, almost as tall as the Wookie himself and wearing his signature cologne.

"Good evening, President Thorne," the Zeltron greeted in a friendly tone, tilting his head toward the gentleman.

After that, Cassian playfully nudged Aezz, winking up at the Wookie. "There's no need for modesty, Senator— not among such good friends! I brought the drinks for you, not the white bantha exchange. In fact, I propose that the three of us break open a can and offer a toast. To your health of course," he added, as if that would somehow make the suggestion more appealing to the Wookie. A wicked idea occurred to him, and naturally he was going to make the most of it.

"But first..." The Zeltron pulled his portable datapad from his suit pocket, swiping the interface unlocked. "Would the two of you mind doing me a favor? My assistant, Kiacro— I'm sure you remember him from the Senate after party— is such a big fan. He's obsessed with the commercial the two of you did for Musky and Husky, and it would mean the world to him if you agreed to let me take your picture."

Blue eyes moved between the two of them, both the Half-Sephi and the Wookie a great deal taller than him. Luckily, Senator Aezz was not the sort of Wookie that went around tearing off the limbs of his enemies. At least not in public. "Just pose like you did in the commercial, if you'd be so kind. With your arm around him," he addressed the Half-Sephi. Turning his focus to the Wookie, he added, "And your hair tossed across your shoulder in that 'come hither' sort of way."

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[Sibyl Lassiter]

Sibyl was already regretting having come to Kashyyyk. She hated this place, this jungle planet was hot and full of mud. The Governor didn't know how the Wookiees could consider themselves civilized by living in this place. Even their houses were more like huts made by primitives than something made by a civilization that was part of the Galactic community. They probably evolved from swines.

She already disliked Life Day. Sibyl always thought that it was a silly holiday, where the fool celebrates things that only make them weak. Fraternity and love, all of it was stupidity. Today she would have preferred to stay at Brentaal and not here, holding her new dress while trying to avoid making it get dirty with the mud, while she walked toward the place where Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl's party was going to happen.

The Governor had hoped that she would send Tristodd in her place, but for her despair the idiot already had something to do. Apparently he was going to some important event regarding the ISCRA in Thyferra.

After avoiding several pudles, Sibyl finally arrived at the party. Thankfully, her dress was intact. Looking around, she saw how the place looked ridiculous. The decoration was tacky and the presence of the Corvette there made it look like a junkyard. Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl and Graves could hold hands and kiss each other, the two had the same ridiculous taste for making parties.

Talking about the two, Sibyl saw the walking carpet and the pink sugar baby talking with each other and with President Throne. Obviously the Wookiee was dressed in ridiculous Life Day clothes. He seemed to be dressed in an old red curtain.

Sighing, Sibyl walked toward them. "Gentlemen, happy Life Day!" she said, with one of her best fake smiles on her lips. "Senator Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl, the decoration of your party is wonderful!" the Governor couldn't believe that she was able to say the Wookiee name correctly. Spending the entire trip to Kashyyyk memorizing it was worth it.

"Good night, President Thorne." then she turned to the Zeltron. "Senator Graves, I hope that you appreciated your visit to Thyferra. The work of the ISCRA here is beautiful." she was surprised that Cassian had survived an entire day with Tristodd. Although, since the two don’t have brains, they probably interacted well.

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[Galek Ordalos]

Having arrived on the planet only a few hours prior, Kashyyk was already proving to be a planet that Galek thoroughly enjoyed – even if its resident Senator seemed to perpetually behave as if there was an ISC-labeled stick several feet up his rear. The tropical, jungle climate was a welcome reminder of home for the Induparan, and he couldn’t deny that Life Day happened to be a holiday that he genuinely enjoyed and looked forward to ever year.

While it was really no secret that Galek rarely attended these sorts of Senator-exclusive events, it hadn’t taken the Induparan very long to confirm his attendance and make the trip to the planet – carving a bit of time out of a schedule otherwise occupied with driving the single most successful initiative that the ISC had to offer, in addition to his duties as Secretary of Intergalactic affairs. Perhaps it was just the spirit of the Life Day season that had Galek feeling uncharacteristically willing to schmooze with the pit of vipers also known as his senatorial colleagues?

Or perhaps Galek simply knew how much the Senator of Kashyyyk detested the ISC and everything that it stood for, and the thought of their entire delegation showing up in full force to sour the man's evening was a bit of petty satisfaction that the prince couldn’t pass up on.

It was truly anyone’s guess.

Galek stepped out of his transport and casually strode his way towards the entrance of the party, keeping his hands neatly folded against the small of his back. His black hair was styled in its usual manner, while the air around him was heavily perfumed with the prince’s expensive cologne. As per usual, Galek had arrived at the gathering in his finest attire – donning a cream-and-gold-colored sherwani, alongside a gold-trimmed dupatta that draped along one of his shoulders. His ensemble was accessorized with an assortment of gaudy rings on his fingers, coupled with heirloom brooch pinned across his breast.

As he crossed the threshold of the party, Galek took a moment to breath deeply of the jungle air – taking in the scents of festive, spiced beverages and warm appetizers being hauled around by a small army of serving droids. There was a notable lack of cheap booze and desperation on the cool breeze.

Which, naturally, indicated that the Chancellor had yet to make an appearance thus far.

For the moment, Galek skipped the alcohol and opted for something warm to drink – swiping a mug of spiced tea from a passing tray. Hazel eyes casually flicked across the venue, eventually settling upon their geriatric Wookiee of a host – already surrounded by several of his colleagues. He arrived just in time to catch the entire exchange with those Emryc Energy Drinks, his smirk tugging a bit wider at the sight.

The Induparan Prince crossed the room and made his way to join the group, a charming smile brushing across his features. "Senators Graves, it is a pleasure to see you again." He said smoothly towards the Zeltron. "I must apologize for missing your party on Onderon. Conflict of schedules and all that - you understand." Which was merely a very polite way of masking that Galek wanted to get off that frigid hellhole Graves' represented as quickly as physically possible.

His gaze then flicked towards their host, dipping his head towards the Wookiee. "Thank you for the gracious invitation, Senator Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl." Galek tipped his mug towards the Senator's attire. "And I must say, what a remarkable robe. It is always nice to see people getting into the spirit of the season." He then glanced down to his own attire, huffing a bit. "Alas, I'm afraid my wardrobe was lacking in the traditional festive attire." Of course, Galek was fairly positive he had a shower curtain that may as well have been the same thing..

With that, Galek finally turned his attention to his fellow ISC representatives. "Governor Lassiter, looking lovely as ever." He bent ever-so-slightly at the waist, gracious and charming as ever towards the Brentaalan. After all, his hand in her planet's defection was one of the nicer highlights on his resume.

Hazel eyes then turned his attention to Emryc, giving the half-Sephi a respectful nod. It had been several weeks since the last Senate session, and Galek was silently hoping that entire blunder with that Blackwell moron was long forgotten and he wouldn't be receiving any additional snark for it. Somehow, he doubted it.

"Mr. President - good to see you as always." He smiled, tipping his mug towards the half-Sephi.

With that, Galek took a step back and found his place besides Sibyl - sufficiently out of the way for Cassian to snap a picture of Emryc and the Woookiee together - all too smug with the knowledge that the latter's blood was likely boiling at this point. "Don't let me interrupt."

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[Hergalor]

Kashyyyk was a beautiful planet. Its bountiful waters had hosted many a fishing trip for Hergalor - some legal, some illicit, as to see the true extremes of the worlds' deep-sea fauna. Kashyyyk produced large and irritable creatures, from the disgustingly gigantic Can-cell to the carnivorous, sluggish Slyyyg.

Did they really just replace the u in slug with three y's and pass it off as a different creature? That kind of laziness was the ingenuity that Hergalor appreciated most - why bother with the hard work of determining a new creature's name when you can just kind-of recycle names that already exist? Why wear clothes when your skin is naturally covered in abundant fur? These were the kinds of easy answers the Wookiees provided, in Hergalor's dim mind; it was a culture based around the 'work smarter, not harder' maxim.

But the largest and most irritable creature Hergalor was going to see on this outing would likely be Kashyyyk's own veteran senator, Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl. Hergalor had a respect for the Wookiee, so set in his ways in a changing galaxy. But just as the mighty oak bends to the gale, so too did Senator Aezz ever so slowly gain decorum towards his galactic peers. He saw the crowd gathered from afar - Thorne (great guy), Graves (Senate bff), Lassiter (rude), Ordalos (?), and the man of the hour, Senator Aezz. He hoped the Wook's blood pressure wasn't rising from being around so many ISC representatives - their government seemed to personally offend the old man.

Hergalor walked towards the group happily. The last party was so fun, he felt like it was just getting started by the time he had left. Today, he was dressed far more casually, wearing a shirt better fit to a barbecue restaurant than a function of government. These were his friends, though, so he was sure they would understand.

As he walked, an intern carried a bushel of fresh Taanabian apples. Hergalor had neglected to buy a gift for this affair, so instead, he opted to pass off the first thing he saw at the store as a gesture of friendship between his world and Kashyyyk's. The intern scurried off with the bushel, while Hergalor inhaled an apple into his mouth.

He fit on his translator as he approached, stepping into the narrow space in the circle next to Lassiter and Graves. "Senators, Governors, and President. How are we doing today? Still reeling from that last meeting?" The flash of a camera indicated pictures were being taken. "Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl, next time, think about investing in one of those novelty photo booths. Where people wear the fake mustaches and big hats and stuff - what a sight that would be, huh?"

Life Day was, ostensibly, more formal than Graves' own apartment party. But, Hergalor hoped his placid attitude could bring a sense of ease to the other guests. "Governor Ordalos, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting outside the Senate floor. It's a pleasure." He snagged an apple from his intern's basket. "Any takers? Taanabian's specialty - I'll have to bake a pie for you all next time!"

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[Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl]

Guests continued arriving, and Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl's night continued to get worse. Senator Graves seemed determined to embarrass him at all costs, first proposing an Emryc Energy toast and then not-so-subtly mocking his shared hair care commercial with Emryc; both ploys that were no doubt intended to get a rise out of him. No wonder Cassian had to rely on releasing overwhelming pheromones to get people to like him- the Zeltron clearly didn't know when a joke had gone too far. Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl took solace in the fact that if he was forced to drink Emryc Energy, he would at least have the satisfaction of crushing the can- and, by extension, Emryc's likeness- once he was finished.

Then another unwelcome face arrived in the form of Sibyl Lassiter; the Governor of Brentaal. Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl amused himself by wondering which of the Emryc Energy drinks she would like the most, or if she would jump back and forth with whatever the flavor of the month was... but he responded to her polite greeting in like manner, noting that at least she'd chosen to wear the color of the holiday.

Governor Galek was next to arrive, and by now Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl was beginning to feel like he was being ganged up on. Three ISC politicians had arrived compared to one FWA member, and that one was doing their level best to ensure that someone's arms were ripped out of their sockets by the end of the night. At least Galek's attire was amusing- it looked as if Galek had repurposed his mother's living room drapes for the event.

It was not looking good for the Wookiee as Galek retreated away from the proposed photo, but then Hergalor arrived. A surge of gratitude surprised the Wookiee; he'd never expected salvation to come in the form of Hergalor, but here it was. Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl reconsidered his standards for embarrassing as the Ithorian wandered over wearing an eye-popping casual shirt to a major political social. At least the Senator appeared to be enjoying himself, and Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl gratefully placed aside the can of Emryc Energy in favor of a crispy apple once the attention shifted to his fellow FWA Senator. In that moment, the Senator of Kashyyyk saw an opportunity; between the Wroshyr wood gift, the can of Emryc Energy, and the proffered apple, maybe Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl could get Cassian holding enough items to make the use of his datapad impossible...

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc kept a straight face as Cassian continued the joke. He didn’t need the Force to tell Aezz was tensing by the second and growing more and more frustrated. If Emryc was bothered by the ‘acquired taste’ comment or the not so subtle nods towards the Empire, it certainly didn’t manifest on his face. Truthfully, it was near impossible for anyone present in the room currently to genuinely get a rise of him. Even those that had known him for years really had to try to do it.

The half Sephi flashed a charming smile to Cassian, “Of course, the commercial supported a great cause,” He casually tossed an arm around Aezz before he could escape away - Emryc didn’t miss the Wookiee hopefully eyeing other avenues to make a quick exit - and grinned, “Not sure Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl knows how to do the Come Hither eyes anymore though. We may have to settle for a victory smile for whenever he wins Galaxy Bingo Night,” He doubted Aezz was capable of making any face that didn't look as if he had terrible indigestion. Emryc tilted his head and posed for the picture, flashing his infamously dazzling smile.

It was abundantly clear that Aezz didn’t register anywhere on Emryc’s radar enough to even consider disliking the man. He pulled away from the Wookiee after the photo, taking a moment to brush off the shedded hair that ended up on his shoulder as a result.

Emryc glanced over and nodded as Galek and Sibyll arrived. His gaze lingered for a moment longer on Galek, admiring the attire. While the half Sephi had no qualms with eating Galek alive after his PR disaster in the Senate, he could still appreciate the man’s style. The half Sephi looked over at Hergalor next.

“Emryc,” He corrected Hergalor with a grin, “After Altair and Manai delightfully shared embarrassing stories about us, I would hope we are on a first name basis,” The fishing trip had begun with topics about work, but immediately turned to Jaikus and Hergalor’s wife bringing up funny stories that ultimately painted both Hergalor and Emryc in more human light. It made the trip all the more enjoyable, "How are Qidara and Djamilla?"

The half Sephi’s eyes widened at the apple. As a vegan, fruits and vegetables were his favorite foods. He snatched up an apple, but didn’t bite into it yet. He would have his guard droid discreetlyrun analysis on it first to verify the contents before eating. No matter how chummy he was with others, his position as President meant everything he ate was tested.

Emryc turned his attention back to Sibyll, “Governor Lassiter, you look stunning,” He reached over to grab one of her delicate hands, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the top of her fingers. A small gesture to make her feel as if she were royalty. He released her hand and offered a smile, “I’m pleased to hear your aide has returned safely and is back to supporting ISCRA.”

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[Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl]

Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl's eyes would convey the exact opposite of "Come hither" as Emryc pulled him into the photo op, and internally he had to quickly find his happy place as he realized his predicament. Outwardly, he was a practiced politician, and he managed a noble- or perhaps stern- expression for the photo; not difficult, given the circumstances. He had to content himself with the fact that the two were not on an even level, for unlike the shampoo campaign there wasn't a 3-inch platform for Emryc to stand on to bring him up to the Wookiee's full 7-foot height.

The ISC President's jovial demeanor towards him did little to placate the Wookiee, who carefully disentangled himself from Emryc's clutches once the photo was taken and smoothed out his robe. He'd seen this kind of posturing before, in which a politician tried to cast a rival as inconsequential by pretending that they were, in fact, friends. Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl had even used that tactic himself in the past, and usually when someone actually was beginning to pose a problem. Good- that meant his efforts in standing up to the ISC were not in vain.

The conversation turned towards Hergalor and the ISCRA; both safer topics, as far as Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl was concerned, but the congregation near the entrance where he was stationed was threatening the flow of guests into the event. The Wookiee would politely gesture for Cassian and the others to move further into the compound and continue their conversation there.

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[Cassian Graves]

"Governor Lassiter," Cassian greeted in a warm tone, offering her a polite bow. "I was hoping you would be able to attend. No celebration is complete without your beauty and elegance." These lies sounded so sincere that he almost believed them himself. Sibyl was a shred woman, however, and would most likely see right through them. She always did assume the worst. "Your gown is stunning. You and Senator Aezzairrfhowrrhdurrl are practically twins.

"As for my trip to Thyferra, thank you for your concern. How touching." He moved closer to her, as if moved by her interest. Really, he was just trying to get on her nerves. "It was such a rewarding experience. You never mentioned that your assistant is so charming! Please give him my regards the next time you see him. His heart truly beats for the people." Cassian's blue eyes examined her momentarily. That was something she wouldn't know the first thing about. "Onderon and its people couldn't be more pleased to assist the ISCRA— financially and in any other way we can. You're doing a wonderful work, and I commend you."

The Zeltron turned to face the charming smile of Galek Ordalos, the Prince of Indupar himself. "The pleasure is all mine, Governor," he returned the smile, extending a hand to the Prince in greeting. "There is no need to apologize. I'm sure you and Mister Arden had other plans, and I can't say I blame you."

He returned his attention to their host. "This is a beautiful ornament. Thank you," Cassian expressed, admiring the detailed craftmanship. The Zeltron slipped the commemorative ornament into the pocket of his suit jacket, patting the pocket gently to assure the Wookie that it was stored in a safe place.

Senator Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl was clearly more interested in the distraction it promised, but Cassian would play along. The pair of Free Worlds Senators were playing games with one another. As far as Cassian was concerned, it was all in good fun. Hopefully, the Wookie Senator, so proud and set in his ways, would not take it too personally.

Fortunately, the President threw his arm around the Wookie before the latter could protest, and Cassian seized the opportunity he'd been provided. The Zeltron took a step back from them, snapping a picture of the two before the Wookie could escape the hold of Emryc Thorne. Cassian glanced down at the photo that appeared on the miniature screen, evidently pleased with the result as a smile spread across his lips.

It was a far cry from the professional photo shoot Daubird had arranged for Musky and Husky, but it had a certain unique charm of its own that the Zeltron enjoyed. The Wookie Senator didn't recreate the 'come hither' stare he had mastered so well for the commercial, his expression much closer to that of a disapproving Grandfather, but Cassian did not mind.

"I can't thank you enough," he smiled, nodding both to the Senator and President opposite him. "This will mean so much to my assistant. You might develop a fan club of your own, Senator Aezzairrfhowrrhdurrl."

You never knew. Anything was possible these days. The President had approached the wicked witch of the Core Worlds for conversation, so Cassian spoke directly to the Wookie, lowering his voice to not embarrass him. Could Wookies even blush? "I'm sure that commercial drove your wife crazy, eh?" He winked at the Senator again, nudging him one last time. The Zeltron had had his fun with his Wookie colleague, and now he would give Aezzairrfhowrrhdurrl the reprieve he so obviously desired.

He took on a more professional tone, adding, "But I see I've already taken up too much of your time, Senator. You have other guests to attend to. If you'll excuse me, I'll go place Onderon's ornament on the tree."

Before leaving the group, he would offer Hergalor a friendly pat on the shoulder. "You are looking well, my friend. That shirt suits you. It is so good to see you again." He picked up one of the green apples the Ithorian offered, thanking him.

Taking a bite out of the apple, he crossed the room toward the Wroshyr tree located at the center.

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[Sibyl Lassiter]

When Graves started to talk with her, Sibyl wanted to laugh. Was he really trying to provoke her? The Zeltron was really more imbecile than she had thought. He would need more than these comments to make the Governor show her anger in public.

She wondered if the Senator had thought about these comments alone. She doubted that, Zeltrons are too stupid for this. Probably someone had written it for him. Comparing her dress to the curtain that Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl was really clever, and even funny. She preferred to look like the Wookiee than an actor of an adult holomovie, which was how Graves looked like. Perhaps after this party, the Zeltron was going to find a cantina to sell his body. Given the crisis that the royal family of Onderon was in, he probably would need money if he wanted to turn the pigsty where he lived into something habitable.

"Thank you, Senator Graves. I'm happy that your visit to Thyferra went well. I'll tell Tristodd when I return to Brentaal." she wasn’t going to say anything to him. However, at least he proved to be useful by convincing the pink dumb prostitute to donate to the ISCRA.

Then Galek arrived. As always he was well dressed. Maybe he could teach Graves how to dress properly, without needing to look like a prostitute. Although, it would probably be difficult since the Zeltron were made for this. Sibyl smiled at the Induparan prince. "Thank you, Governor! You also look wonderful in these clothes."

When she saw Senator Hergalor, Sibyl wanted to clean her eyes with bleach. The Ithorian looked ridiculous with this shirt. She wondered if he had any knowledge of fashion. At least when he was dressed as a beggar in Graves' party, he looked better than now. If things couldn’t be worse, Hergalor started to talk with Emryc using his cursed robotic voice. They looked like two retired old men, talking about their life experiences.

It was so ridiculous! If she was forced to hear these two talking about their families during the entire night, Sibyl was going to jump from a wroshyr tree. Where was Jin to save her from Hergalor's infernal voice? Probably playing with his dog.

Sibyl felt relieved when Emryc stopped talking with Hergalor. With the Ithorian being silent, her ears could have peace. She gave her hand to the half-Sephi to kiss. "Thank you, President Thorne. Yes, I felt relieved when he returned alive. Tristodd was always a smart and dear man, if something happened with him I didn’t know what I could do." the Governor knew very well what she would do. She would throw a party to celebrate. How she wanted the Hutts to have killed her aide. However, you can’t expect competence from a worm.


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[Hergalor]

Hergalor wrapped Emryc in a warm embrace at his jest, giving him a firm pat on the back as he did so. Emryc and Altair had proven themselves to be wonderful couple-friends for Hergalor's own family. Their policy retreat had quickly become a vacation on an all-inclusive resort in Naboo - not the worst way to spend a week - and Hergalor appreciated how Thorne managed to thread the line between chill everyman and powerful president. It was as if he could flip a switch, become who he needed to be in any given situation. It had attracted a throng of followers in the ISC to his side, as well.

"You're right, Emryc." Hergalor replied with a hearty chuckle. "Manai was so enraptured by Altair's knowledge of history. Who would have thought they both shared an interest in fine textile works from the Azure Imperium era?" The flight home was full of conversation about the topic, which Hergalor knew nothing about; he hoped to set the two up again, so charmed was she by the encounter.

"Ah, that reminds me." Hergalor fished into his pocket to produce a hand-scrawled note, made from pink construction paper and covered in cartoonish hearts, plants, and snowflakes: The garish markings of a child's letter. "Djamilla made this for you. She made me promise not to read it, so I have no idea what its contents are." Manai had supervised Djamilla in making the card, so he hoped it wasn't anything too ostentatious. Knowing Djamilla, though, that was unlikely: Hergalor remembered the excitement that his youngest daughter had felt as she crafted the card, cutting out snowflakes and hearts by hand to cover in glitter and stickers. An endearing display, only dipping into worry when Hergalor saw the atrocious quality of his beloved daughter's penmanship. "Your eyes only." He slipped the note into Emryc's hands.

Next, he looked to debonair charmer, Cassian Graves. The two had grown closer over the course of the past several months - in part, spurred by shared beliefs on policy for their worlds, but also, a genuine sort of friendship had grown. Graves reminded Hergalor of himself, if he were younger and more handsome. When he was just a fisherman, slowly beginning his HoloVision career; there was a certain pride in Senator Graves that Hergalor had the utmost respect for. He was a man who could defend himself easily with a smile and a biting remark. Given his career in the Onderon Royal Guard, Hergalor imagined these weren't the only ways he could protect himself.

"This old thing? Thank you, Cassian; it's good to see you, too. At the last party, you spoke about some wonder plants hiding in the Jungles of Onderon. I apologize that TAC has not yet been able to send out a survey team, but I am curious." There were secrets deep within Onderon, secrets that Cassian played off with an easy smile. He wondered what truly stalked through the world's jungle, and, most importantly, how he could exploit whatever was there to make some more scrip. "And, before I forget, can you help me understand the nature of the relationship between you and those barbaric mercenaries your world hires out? Our investors may appreciate a firmer security presence than we have right now - but I would love to hear what you think about them."

He turned his attention to Governor Lassiter of Brentaal. The coldness she exuded was palpable, and her reputation for being a viper preceded her. Hergalor preferred his pleasantries and had a general easygoingness, unbothered by the station he was meant to occupy with decorum. Sibyl, on the other hand, seemed at her strongest at these functions. She held a naturally aristocratic command over etiquette, matched by her naturally aristocratic iciness. Both had driven Hergalor away from interaction at previous functions, but they were both member worlds of the Perlimian Trade Route. And Hergalor had a growing sense of respect for the Senator-turned-Governor. Maintaining a position of power throughout a regime change was no small task, and Hergalor admired her willingness to strike out against the New Republic when it no longer served her or her people. It served as a reminder to the galaxy that these governments should not be taken for granted, and that one must always consult their constituents before making bold decisions. It was a rationale he hoped to learn from, as Taanab considered its own position within the Free Worlds Alliance. Further, a shared dedication to trade across their route spurred him to single her out.

"Governor Lassiter." He cleaned an apple on his shirt's sleeve and slipped it into his mouth, just under his large, metal translator. "It has been far too long since we have enjoyed a representative of your world on Taanab. I have not had the opportunity to formally offer my congratulations to your world for joining the ISC. Without the burdensome bureaucracy of the New Republic, I would hope that our shared worlds along the Perlimian Route can negotiate more equitable trade solutions." In between regular tariffs and the increased costs of inspection for sanctions, it was no wonder a world that prospered from trade would consider leaving. Hergalor hoped that their change of government could inspire re-negotation, maybe even a free trade agreement. At the very least, he hoped this trade partner would not go the way of Columex.

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[Cassian Graves]

"Come now, Hergalor," Cassian smiled, his eyes lighting up with the familiar sound of the Ithorian's voice crackling through the vocoder. It was probably driving Sibyl Lassiter up the walls. "There's no need for apologies. You're a busy man, and I can understand that. Our finest researchers are handling it." The Zeltron observed the Ithorian with a knowing look, as if they already had an understanding. "Discreetly, of course. I look forward to seeing what you and your TAC researchers make of it. I have a feeling TAC is going to be an indispensable ally to Onderon in more ways than one. Rest assured that we'll be in touch, sooner rather than later."


The Onderon Senator couldn't help but chuckle at Hergalor's next question. "The Untamed? They're a ragtag group of misfits, from all over the galaxy. They come from different backgrounds, different planets, and different species, but they manage to put all of their differences aside to work together." He shrugged in admittance, a certain undeniable fondness in his voice.

"Well, most of the time. I won't deny that they're a rowdy bunch and get into their own fair share of trouble from time to time, but I would trust their operators with my life. They've helped Onderon out of more than one sticky situation."They have the finest training and discipline thanks to the local jungles and will carry out any job, so long as they're paid and the Crown gives them the O.K."

He hesitated, realization spreading across his features. "Did that sound like a pitch? I see I've been spending to much time around King Hakan lately. He's quite proud of his little military company."

Particularly the revenue source and protection for Onderon they provided. "But, if you ever do have need of their services, don't hesitate to reach out. For such a good friend, I could get you a sizable discount. Onderon is always eager to assist a fellow free world in need.

"A funny story, actually," the Zeltron chuckled, completely at ease with the Ithorian as he leaned closer. "The Untamed assigned an Orc to me once after I had been on the receiving end of some rather detailed threats. I can't recall his name— Eddy... Ezra... something like that. Absolutely massive fellow! Unfortunately, he also happened to be a bit of an oaf.

"Anyway, the fellow thought he saw a sniper taking aim at me from a fifth story window. Instead of informing security, he tackles me from the podium I'm standing on without so much as a warning. We tumble onto the concrete below, and all four hundred pounds of this Orc lands right on top of me."

Cassian laughed, "I saw my life flash before my eyes and was convinced my time had come. Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't pass out. Sometimes I wonder if the blaster bolt would have been preferable. "They never did find the sniper or any sign of his presence, but at least Eddy tried. I'll give him credit for that."

He patted Hergalor on the back and stepped away. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I should place Onderon's ornament on the tree."

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[Galek Ordalos]

“Senator Hergalor,” Hazel eyes flicked towards the Ithorian as the man entered the fray, greeting the Senator of Tanaab with one of those practiced, charming smiles – paying no mind to his casual attire. Considering the shower-curtain being worn by their host, it wasn’t as if the bar was set particularly high anyway. “It is a pleasure to properly make your acquaintance. I must congratulate you on the signing of the Refugee Investment Act,” He raised his mug of spiced tea, words practically dripping with enthusiasm as the topic shifted to ISCRA. “I look forward to working closely with TAC in this effort.” Galek gave the slightest shrug of his shoulders after that.

“Perhaps it may even pave the way towards future ventures between TAC and Indupar.” Party or not, Galek didn’t pass up on the opportunity to hint at future business opportunities between his homeworld and Tanaab – something he was sure would interest the Ithorian. For the moment, Galek didn’t go into more details – presuming that he would steal the Ithorian away at some point during the night to discuss the topic.

Instead, Galek turned his attention back to Cassian for a brief moment – smiling through the little quip that was made about Arden. Even if he maintained a completely resolute expression at surface level, the prince couldn’t help but seethe internally – convinced that entire incident was going to haunt him until he was as ancient as the Senator of Kashyyyk.

Rather than dwell on the issue, Galek took a drink from his mug and fixated his attention onto the President and Wookiee. There was as clear look of amusement dancing in his eyes as Emryc hooked an arm around Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl, who seemed to be looking for every possible excuse to avoid the impromptu photo-opt.

He smirked a bit wider when Emryc made his comment about the Wookiee’s inability to pull off that classic ‘come hither’ stare. “Come now. Surely age hasn’t stripped the good Senator of all his charms.” Sure enough, Emryc proved correct in his assessment - with Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl looking downright miserable as that photograph was taken. Even from a distance, Galek could practically feel the Wookiee’s blood pressure starting rapidly climbing.

For a few moments, Galek allowed his gaze to travel between those assembled – nursing that mug as he watched the interactions between his colleagues. He overheard bits and pieces of the story being told by Cassian, and caught sight of Emryc turning on the charm for Sibyl.

It wasn’t until Cassian removed himself from the bunch that Galek shifted from where he was standing – opting to follow the Zeltron towards the Wroshyr tree located at the center of the venue. He had his own ornament to leave on the tree, after all, and Cassian certainly seemed like better company than the Wookiee.

“Senator Graves,” He spoke smoothly, making his way to stand beside the Zeltron at the tree. “I must say, I was pleasantly surprised to hear about your support of the good work ISCRA is doing. Promises on the Senate floor are so easily made, but..” He trailed off, a smirk brushing against his features. “I could hardly believe it when I heard you made the journey to that refugee settlement.”

He nodded confidently. “I for one, think it is good to see our colleagues in the Galactic community put partisanship aside and band together to support this meaningful initiative.” He glanced back at their host, shrugging ever-so-slightly. “Well, most of them anyway.”

Galek didn’t have a single doubt that Cassian’s newfound interest in ISCRA had little to do with supporting humanitarian aid, and everything to do with polishing his own reputation on the Galactic stage. Not that Galek was surprised, of course. One could always count on his Free World and Republic counterparts to piggyback off of the ISC’s successes.

“Perhaps there is room in the future for a joint press conference – to demonstrate to the Galaxy a united front between Onderon and the ISC in battling this refugee crisis.” Regardless of Cassian’s true motives for supporting the program, Galek wasn’t going to complain – especially if it meant credits funneled in ISCRA’s direction.

He sipped once more from his mug. “How was the trip to Thyferra?”

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[Cassian Graves]

The Zeltron stood at the Wroshyr tree, blue eyes studying the forked branches and gunnera leaves of the younger specimen. Had it been full grown, the tree would have stood at least a thousand feet tall. Not exactly the sort of tree you could gather around with your family and friends to open Life Day gifts. Red baubles hung from its growing branches, silver tinsel draped across leaves. Reaching a hand out, he brushed his fingers across a red ball, carefully removing a thick, shaggy clump of hair that had caught on the corners of the decoration.

Wookies. They shed worse than dogs.

As the brown hair floated to the wooden floor below, his attention was drawn elsewhere, to the Prince of Indupar standing beside him. He was sipping something warm out of a personal mug, and Cassian offered the Prince an agreeable smile. "Governor Ordalos. Magnificent, isn't it?" Of course, he was referring to the Wroshyr tree. "They're capable of surviving for tens of thousands of years."

Exchanging a playful smile with the ISC Governor, he glanced back at their Wookie host with a subtle jerk of the head. "Not unlike our friend back there. Not unlike the ISC, for that matter." More than likely the ISC would not last for thousands of years like the trees native to the planet of Kashyyyk. Few governments ever could stand the test of time for that long, but there was no denying that the ISC's trajectory was upward.

More and more planets found themselves tempted to join the ISC and reap the benefits, chiefly the protection they offered. The ISC was not involved in this war with the ever growing and expanding Sith Empire, and that appealed to the common man. Admittedly, it appealed to Cassian himself. The FWA rarely offered retaliation, and yet it was free worlds that fell daily to the invasions of the Sith.

Brentaal was only one example of a planet drawn toward the ISC. Not that Sibyl Lassiter was any recommendation to the ISC. If anything, she would soil their reputation. That woman was as fickle as the winds of Kamino, and her loyalties lie with no one but her own whims and fancies. She'd shown feebleness of character once and undoubtedly would again. It was only a matter of time.

"I couldn't agree with you more," Cassian replied, flattening the scarlet tie that hung around his neck. "As I told Governor Lassiter's aide, Brentioch, the work of the ISCRA transcends any political aisles we might create. This humanitarian crises touches all of us, regardless of the region of space we happen to inhabit. I'd be more than happy to lend my presence at a joint press conference. ISCRA can count on Onderon's assistance from this point forward, financially and otherwise."

The Zeltron's eyes swept over the tree again, trying to determine the best location to place Onderon's ornament. Before he could decide, he answered the Governor's next question. "In a word— enlightening."

Time for a little self-effacing. "I must admit, I had no idea the lengths ISCRA went to to provide refugees with the comforts of home. Your settlement camps can hardly be called that. They're nicer than some of the lower levels of Coruscant. Some of the upper levels, too, for that matter," he chuckled. Neither Emil Ro nor Elayne Isard had arrived as of yet, so Cassian saw no harm in the joke. "I was genuinely impressed. Correct me if I'm mistaken, Governor, but ISCRA was your pet project, wasn't it?"

He added in a lighter tone so their conversation was not all business, "And it's true what they say about Thyferra— you don't breathe the air. You drink it."

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[Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl]

Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl was hard pressed not to breathe a sigh of relief as the conversation and its participants shifted away from him. He did not appreciate being the focus of so many jokes, and given the Senate's tendency to pile on whatever seemed the most popular option at any given time he counted himself lucky to not be on the receiving end of more. Back when he'd started his political career, politicians had class and tact. Nowadays, you apparently insulted your host with less-than-subtle insults designed as gifts.

Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl supposed that he should be using this opportunity to plumb the mood of his fellow Senators and perhaps even lay the groundwork for future conversations, but he found his thoughts wandering to a topic that was most unwelcome during the holiday celebrations; the ongoing war against the Sith.

It pained the Wookiee senator to see the Jedi cast out of the galactic senate, especially as their presence in the galaxy stood in direct opposition to the warmongering Sith Empire. The few military successes that the FWA could claim against their invaders had all included the Jedi, and Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl couldn't suppress a frown from crossing his face as he reflected that the Jedi had once again been forced into the role of warriors. The threat was clearer now- nobody could accuse the Sith of hiding in plain sight these days- but the Wookiee had to wonder if the end result wouldn't be the same; the fall of the Jedi and the enslavement of his people.

But that was a message ill-suited to the festive atmosphere around him. His fellow FWA senators would hear from him on this matter at a more appropriate time, while the ISC had done everything in their power to hinder a galactic reproach of the Sith in the name of neutrality. Even the few representatives present from the New Republic- all minor officials, from the looks of things- could hardly be expected to speak for Chancellor Ro, who seemingly grew more unpredictable by the day.

Thus, despite the hubbub of the holiday around him, Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl found himself unable to fully enjoy the moment. How many more Life Days did he have left? Would he be able to shepherd his people through the oncoming storm threatening on the horizon?