Victory Celebrations

[Rainbow Leader / M]

OPEN to Cartel, Rebel, Jedi, Bogan, and Mandalorian Confederates. Let's party and whatnot, I guess. IDK. Tweed said people like these or whatever. This thread will be No-Death so people don't assume that I'm trying to kill them all or something.

The Sewer Factory nightclub
Ahto City
Manaan​

The party had started an hour before and there was no end in sight. Following the Allied Victory on Manaan, the Rebel leadership, along with some of its allies, had decided to throw a huge bash to celebrate such a historic moment. The secretive Rainbow Leader had simply shuffled around a few credits here and there while cajoling the locals into allowing the usage of a series of nightclubs around Ahto City. Anyone and everyone who had fought the Imperials and Sith had been invited. Anti-weapon sensors were set up around every party site and anti-bomb sensors had be installed inside. No expense had been spared.

Mjolla Varneslan herself jumped up on the stage mid-party with a drink in hand. The DJ stopped the music for a moment as the tall woman activated her hands-free microphone.

"Isn't this the best party ever?" she yelled, which was answered by a throng of cheers that rattled the walls. Her words slurred slightly and her free hand gripped the stage tightly.

"Let's show the galaxy what it really means to live free!"

More cheers answered her as she downed the rest of her drink in a single draft, which resulted in more cheering. Another drink was brought up to her and she raised her glass. Thousands of others did the same as the entire city grew quiet.

"Let us remember those we've lost. All those who gave their lives so that we could taste victory! This is for them!"

The deadly woman poured out the drink and the gathered crowds did the same. She nodded slightly before an army of waiters went around to resupply the masses with alcohol.

"Alright! Let's get back to partying! Death to Andraste!"

The cheer was answered before she and her people drained their glasses once more. The music kicked up again as the party went on. Mjolla immediately regained her composure as soon as she was backstage. The alcohol she'd imbibed had no chance of intoxicating her nor did she really enjoy such things. Everything that had transpired had done so according to her design, after all.

 

[Richie B.]

Jaleer was happy even if the sage just revealed to his girlfriend about his many issues there wasn't much he could do about it now, besides the sage didn't want to mess up the mood when the Rebels just won a decisive victory on Manaan. Looking at himself Jaleer was surprised with how he was dressed, this time wearing just a white dress shirt and jeans the sage seemed more normal and less mysterious partly because he wanted to actually feel Alisha against his skin an robes weren't good with that and also his friend Cappi has been making many comments about his looks which he finally realized made him need to change his style up at least for a little while.

Looking at Alisha the young Jedi just couldn't image her looking any less beautiful no matter how see dressed it just seems she was always the star in his eyes, but it was hard to see as they were stuck in the middle of a raging party where alcohol was flowing everywhere even the sage reached out and grab a glass. An once the woman got up on the stage Jaleer raised his glass and yelled like everyone else when it was time too yell, looking over at Alisha when they mentioned the lost ones Jaleer was quiet and gave a quiet prayer too those lost hoping they are in peace wherever they are.

An once they screamed Death to Andraste Jaleer yelled and than grabbed Alisha by her hips and kissed her ferociously in the lips an than once he let go to breath Jaleer smiled at Alisha hoping too have a good time with her an forgetting the recent "thing" that happened.

"Having fun Alisha?" Jaleer could only hope her answer is yes.

@Frannykins87 @Lamper @Khivas

(OOC: Really hope you all can join us)

 

[Alisha Dawnstrider]

Alisha was happy to finally have something to celebrate. The last few months had been draining, emotionally and physically. With her father's death and Jaleer's..condition, Alisha had a lot on her mind. But not tonight. Tonight Alisha would let go for once in her life. The victory on Manaan was significant, and something that deserved to be celebrated. Alisha had spent hours getting ready. She actually straightened her hair and pinned them on the back in an elegant knot, picked an cute outfit, and even did some make up. She was ready. And he was too. For once, Jaleer also seemed to have made an effort. Not that she mind his usual attire, but she was a little struck by how good he looked in smart casual clothes. She smiled at him softly.

She and Jaleer walked to the scene hand in hand. Alisha thought the place looked amazing. It looked alive. People were drinking and dancing already. Alisha couldn't help but grin. The vibe was incredible. They watched as the woman on stage kicked the party off after a brief silence, then she felt Jaleer grab her body close to his and kiss her, like he'd never done before. Once their lips parted, Alisha giggled, feeling even more amazing.

"Hell ye!" Alisha replied enthusiastically. For once, it felt like they had no worries. She quickly leaned closer to him, pressing on his cheek as she whispered seductively in his ears.

"Maybe later we can have our own little party" She giggled as she leaned back out to see his reaction.

She saw a waitress carrying around drinks, and went for one. When she comes back, she raises her glass and made it touch with Jaleer's.

"But for now, Cheers!!" and then took a sip of her drink while starting to move her body at the rhythm of the music. She moved like her childhood friend taught her. Like a snake, she said, so that's what she was doing.

 

[Enfali Tragati]

Theme​

"Isn't this the best party ever?"

"No," Enfali shouted. It was most definitely not the best party ever. It was a party in a place called the Sewage Factory on Manaan for kriff's suck. It smelled like sweat, stale vomit, and dead fish. This party was like some crap they'd have on Nar Shaddaa, not any place actually civilized. A nice party would have had nice music, nice booze, and would have been a great deal quieter with less people dancing badly. In point of fact, it reminded of her the party that had served as the background on Nar Shaddaa when she'd first contacted OLR.

It was that bad.

"Let's show the galaxy what it really means to live free!"

"Could we do it with some better music?" She shouted. It was fun making fun of the general crowd and especially M. It was only fair after the number of times she'd try to get Enfali worked up during their conversation on Bestine. The Rebel leader had a knack for being infuriating, and adding little snide remarks to conversations, from what Enfali could tell. If she had one person shouting things to the contrary from the bar on the other side of the nightclub, that was just her comeuppance.

"Let us remember those we've lost. All those who gave their lives so that we could taste victory! This is for them!"

"Can we play better music for them?"

Sitting at the bar was much preferable to being out on the dance floor. For one thing, Enfali dance, and for another it seemed to be populated by people who could have just stepped off the cover of Pretentious Magazine. Like the blond girl, and the girl he was with. Nope the bar was a far better place, and closer to the booze which helped numb the pain of the bad music.

Better Corellian whiskey than Corellian dance moves.

"Alright! Let's get back to partying! Death to Andraste!"

"Death to Andraste," Enfali shouted, raising her drink. "Only she could be so evil to have written a song this kriffing terrible."

She might have already been drinking for a while.

 

[Elijah Hardin]

Eli grinined happily sipping on his Corellian Brandy and reflecting on the tumultuous past year. Fighting on Morellia, leading and organizing the enforcers, gaining the allegience of the Rebellion, espionage missions, supply runs, starship battles, it had been truly a year to remember. He had earned the nickname "scholar." He had sparred with a Jedi. That Jedi changed his opinion of the religion drastically. He gazed over the dance foor and his grin turned to a toothy smile as he noticed his friends were out there dancing and having a good time. He was dressed to the nines in his diplomats regalia full epaulettes on each side, Morellian insignia embroidered on the arms, fitted slacks, a fine broad brimmed hat, and shined shoes. Eli pulled a cigarra from his jacket and lit it pulling in the sweet tabac. He exhaled slowly, putting his feet up on the table of the booth and rocking his feet back and forth to the music. He had done good this year and it was time to celebrate.

 

[Prudence]

Kalia leaned against the bar as she half sat on a booth, half stood. She took a sip of her drink, an alderaanian beer. Though the planet had long been destroyed, many of their traditions and specialties, like this brew of beer, had been preserved on the holonet for reproduction later. It was a really sweet tasting drink and had already begun to make her heady feel light and tingly. She had only recently joined the Jedi order. Not even having a master yet, she'd heard of the party on Manaan and desperately wanted to go. Many of her friends growing up on Mimban had spoken of going to the capital city for parties, but she'd never been able to attend. When she heard that the Jedi were offering free transport to and from Manaan for the party, to celebrate their victory, she had taken it up. She knew a few of the songs playing, and had begun to sway her shoulders and hips, still half resting on the stool, to the sound of the music.

She nearly spat her drink out when she heard the heckler responding to Mjolla. Her jaw dropped after she swallowed and she gaped. The woman speaking, Mjolla, was a badass warrior, and someone, from the rumors, that Kalia thought she would end up being like. And some other woman in the crowd was heckling her! Kalia shook her head, not knowing the dynamic between the two women.

"What a bitch! Am I right?" she said looking around "She needs some respect!" After a moment she shouted back "Hey lady! Shut up! I like this song! And I like this party!"

 

[Darman Kebii'tra]

Vergil walked into the club and looked around. He supposed that this was nice, but it was very different than the places that he'd ever been too. On his homeworld, they didn't have such places. Not that he would've been old enough to have visited anyways. The place was vibrant and already there were several other already here, including several Jedi. Vergil kept his distance for a little while, trying to get a feel for everything.

He was wearing was wearing only some casual clothes instead of his typical attire. He was wearing a shirt purchased way back during his passage through the Corellian System, as well as a cheap pair of pants that he'd been given during the same trip. However, his lightsaber still swung at his hip indicating his status as a force-user and a means of defending himself should the need arise. He didn't particularly like to be separate from it for long since he'd built it, it had become part of himself.

He didn't partake of alcohol, but he watched others enjoy it. He spent a few credits and was nursing away a fruity fizzy drink that he'd seen several others drinking. He noticed a woman, a Jedi by the looks of her. She was being loud and might possibly be drunk. They might have been at a gathering of other "friends", but he didn't trust them. He went over to her, "Ma'am are you okay?"

@Prudii Kyramud

 

[Prudence]

Vergil walked into the club and looked around. He supposed that this was nice, but it was very different than the places that he'd ever been too. On his homeworld, they didn't have such places. Not that he would've been old enough to have visited anyways. The place was vibrant and already there were several other already here, including several Jedi. Vergil kept his distance for a little while, trying to get a feel for everything.

He was wearing was wearing only some casual clothes instead of his typical attire. He was wearing a shirt purchased way back during his passage through the Corellian System, as well as a cheap pair of pants that he'd been given during the same trip. However, his lightsaber still swung at his hip indicating his status as a force-user and a means of defending himself should the need arise. He didn't particularly like to be separate from it for long since he'd built it, it had become part of himself.

He didn't partake of alcohol, but he watched others enjoy it. He spent a few credits and was nursing away a fruity fizzy drink that he'd seen several others drinking. He noticed a woman, a Jedi by the looks of her. She was being loud and might possibly be drunk. They might have been at a gathering of other "friends", but he didn't trust them. He went over to her, "Ma'am are you okay?"

@Prudii Kyramud

Kalia was dressed in a tight pair of black pants and a tan blouse overtop of it, with frilly designs on the sleeves. Over all of it she wore her stark new brown Jedi Robe, mostly out of pride to have it. She turned around and nearly blushed when a Zabrak man, clearly older than her, walked up to her.

She took another swig of her drink and tried to laugh it off "Who? Me? Am I good? I'm great!"

Her cheeks began betraying her embarrassment and she took another sip, as a safety blanket of types. To be honest, she'd rarely ever consumed alcohol. It had been maybe 2-3 times. Once when she was at home on Mimban and her mother had caught her. A few more times when wandering and looking for the Jedi, but never much.

"I just think that whoever that rude woman is should have more respect for Mjolla! She's probably never even seen combat!"

 

[Minuteman75]

"Death to Andraste! Forim chanted in unison with the crowd at the last part of the Commander's speech. The new captain of the Corusca downed his half filled cup of beer while sitting at the bar. Once it was empty, Forim wiped with a sheeve of his pilot suit then gave out a burp and laughed. Just as he was about order another beer when he noticed Enfali one seat away to the right of him. He snicker in amusement when noticing how the Imperial knight was more drunk than him. Remembering her heckling at the speech eariler, it made sense now that he thought about it.

"I bet we'll have even a bigger party if we liberate Corellia next."

Forim remarked to Enfali as he day-dreamed about free Corellian ale.

 

[Darman Kebii'tra]

He could smell the alcohol from where he was standing. He didn't particularity care, but this scenario wasn't gonna end well, that was for sure. If she was apart of the Jedi Order, he wondered where her master was. He looked around, but nobody jumped out as watching over her. How did she even get here? She didn't even look old enough to fly a ship, let alone drink. He looked at her, "Are you even old enough to drink? What are you? 14?"

 

[Prudence]

He could smell the alcohol from where he was standing. He didn't particularity care, but this scenario wasn't gonna end well, that was for sure. If she was apart of the Jedi Order, he wondered where her master was. He looked around, but nobody jumped out as watching over her. How did she even get here? She didn't even look old enough to fly a ship, let alone drink. He looked at her, "Are you even old enough to drink? What are you? 14?"

Kalia's jaw opened "What do you have?! Space for brains?! I'm not fourteen!" She practically spat the last word. "And I'll have you know this isn't my first drink. So go space yourself. I'll have you know.. I'm a Jedi Knight." She said, lying. her cheeks turned pink again with the lie and she had to fight hard to keep a straight face. She wanted the older man to respect her, and not think she was fourteen. She may not have a master yet, but she was still a padawan at least! And that made her a Jedi.

 

[Enfali Tragati]

Enfali didn't even bother giving the Jedi girl a response, beyond flipping her off before immediately turning her attention back to her drink. Some people just weren't worth the effort.

Forim on the other hand raised an interesting point.

"I don't think we're going for Corellia next," She answered. The idea, drunk or sober, just didn't sit well with her. Sure Corellia was an important planet to grab, but if Enfali knew anything about the Rebellion had been acting lately, they weren't going to go for it just yet. It was too obvious at this stage, just like a lot of the other Core targets. An easy trap to fall into as far as she could tell. Planets more on the periphery that were still important, such as Thyferra and Fondor, on the other hand. The former hadn't been touched since it had been taken by the Hutts, and and the latter had already weathered two assaults if only just. But the Rebels hadn't just held Manaan, they'd also taken Bestine which down there. It struck her as more prudent to finish off the Imperium in that region, whilst the Defiance bunch did whatever the Defiance bunch did, and then close in on Corellia like a pincer. Or heck, go even more out of the way, and take that little hyperspace route that went around the other side of the Deep Core, and up into Empress Teta.

That would certainly give them a shock.

But then again, Enfali was a little inebriated, and hadn't been in the loop much until now.

What did she know?

"But maybe," She continued. "I heard you run into a though bastard on Devaron. Can't imagine that was a lot of fun."

 

[Minuteman75]

Forim groaned in disappointment when Enfali pointed out that the Rebellion likely won't go after Corellia just yet. Of course, the logical part of him understood that. After all other military objectives needed to be acheived first. At least he can still dream about getting drunk off of Corellia's finest brew in the meantime. When Enfali mentioned the Devaron mission that Aura and him did recently, Forim turned sober.

"No fun indeed, that's an understandment." Forim thought to himself with a sigh, remembering that near-death encounter with the former Sith warmaster Narak. If it wasn't for Commander Aura and some quick thinking that involved tear gas, the Duros rebel seriously doubted he would be here tonight alive.

"You're right it wasn't, at least that sick son of a schutta isn't breathing anymore. Hopefully Andraste and her harem of boot lickers will get theirs too sooner or later.

 

[Richie B.]

The fact that Alisha was also emitting a happy feelings was amazing for the sage since he had been worried but it seemed the two were going to be fine, heck maybe he would show her too all his new comrades and padawans but right now Jaleer was just focus on spending time with the girl next to him. Drinking from the single glass, the sage didn't want to have any more alcohol than what he has but so to be a bit more relaxed normally he isn't in these kind of situations where there was so much noise and people even if it gave the sage a small headache looking at Alisha made the sage forget about it.

Than she mentioned that they might be able to celerbrate later in a seductive manner something that made Jaleer just want to grab Alisha right now and run too the ship, he settled with having their glasses touch not using too much strength the sage drank some more until it was all gone though it was the standard weak alcohol that he got it was still something the sage wasn't used too. So too say it wouldn't effect him somewhat was most likely not true but it wouldn't get drunk or anything, so Jaleer allowed a waitress too take away his drink and watch as Alisha dance in a way that Jaleer had never seen before.

"Hey want too teach me some of your moves never really danced like this before. An who taught you or are you just natural good at everything?" Jaleer asked a bit embarrassed but the sage had really moved past that stage and had become more confident when it came with his feelings and talking with his romantic partner but ending it with a wink Jaleer was really interested in spending time with Alisha so that is what he will do.

@Frannykins87

 

[Alisha Dawnstrider]

Alisha saw the look on Jaleers face when she was dancing and couldn't help but grin. It was nice to have his attention. Her light blue, frilly dress barely reached her knees, and as she twisted and turned, going up and down slowly, it went a little further then back down again. She giggled happily at his question, and took a long sip of her glass before answeing.

"Well my twilek friend on Tatooine taught me. They are natural at dancing. Plus watching cantina dancers.." Alisha said smiling, trying not to think about her friend too much, she wanted to have fun that night.

She took a look at what was happening over at the bar, and saw some people talking. Then she spotted a familiar face.

"Oh look!!" Alisha exclaimed excitedly, and stops dancing, turning to Jaleer.

"It's Captain Eli!! We should go say hi!" And without waiting for a reply, grabbed Jaleer's hand and started to push through the crowd to reach the bar, giggling. She could feel the alcohol having a slight effect on her already.

The Captain looked even more awesome with all his formal attire. Alisha was aware that Jaleer probably still wasn't completely comfortable around the Captain, and vice versa, but she was determined to have them on good terms. Alisha always had a massive amount of respect for the man, after everything she'd seen him do and the training he gave her. It was good to see him there. And despite his opinion on Jedi, she knew that he was a good judge of character and could look past that.

"Hey, Captain! Nice uniform!" She giggled and beamed at the man as she got closer. She waved her free hand in greeting, rather fast, while still holding on Jaleer with her other one.

 

[Nor'baal]

He hadn't been to Manaan before, indeed he had difficulty understanding exactly why he had to be here now, his contact had never shown up anyway. Shaking his head again with disappointment, Mar Kreeta made his way down to the nearest Cantina he could find, to pour his credits across a gambling table, and to throw an equal amount of alcohol down his throat.

It was testament to his ability to get himself into odd situations that he staggered into the bar just as some crazed female bellowed 'Death to Andraste!' at the top of her voice. He sighed, great some rebel rally or something, he thought, wandering in to find a seat. The lady up on the stage was of course Mjolla, and there would be few people with Cartel connections who didn't know who she was. Mar chose to simply nod in her direction, and take his seat at one of the tables - at which an irate Irthorian was lamenting about how many hands he had lost that evening.

Ordering a drink, something strong and with a name he couldn't pronounce very well, Mar bought in, and opened his Datapad, reading up on the recent news out of Manaan. To his shock it appeared the City and Planet had recently been reclaimed from the Empire, hence the rally, he chuckled. He could drink to that...

 

[Richie B.]

Jaleer smiled hearing it was a friend that taught her but like her it was thrown out of his head quickly focusing on just Alisha's moves and how it was becoming apparent how beautiful and alluring she could actually be if she tried. But when she got excited Jaleer almost jumped because of how sudden it was looking around at where Alisha was point too than as he saw it was Captain Eli she grabbed his hand and began to run towards him though Jaleer would have rather stayed and dance alone with her it was probably for the best that he be nice with the captain isn't like he wasn't a good man even if he was a bit annoying about the force.

"Ouch don't pull so hard." Jaleer said as Alisha dragged him and the sage struggled to keep up, it seemed she was really feeling the effects of the alcohol but the sage couldn't blame her the atmosphere did have a effect on everyone it seems.

"Hey there captain, surprise to see you here? An dressed so nicely, sorry but I don't think it is that kind of party friend." Jaleer said hoping not to sound rude but honestly wondering why the captain would dress so nice when it was a party too let loss.

Holding onto Alisha's hand the sage would squeeze her hand holding to kind of tell her too relax but than again it was just a squeeze of the hand it could mean a lot of things, so maybe Alisha wouldn't know what Jaleer was saying. Yet the sage let that drop and decided that he might as well just be happy to be with friends, smiling a big goofy grin, yet though he was not drunk the alcohol was starting to take affect now.

"So captain ready to head into the core and finally end this war?" Jaleer asked ready to be done with the war.

@Frannykins87 @ItsUhTrap42

 

[Sangga]

It'd taken him this long to get out of the medical facility, foe nothing more than a little laser burn across the chest. Bestine had been... interesting. But now the Rebellion had another victory and the old gave way to the new. He toasted not the cheers and joy but quietly to himself, to the other battered and bruised individuals that weren't here and to those that weren't here or anywhere anymore.

He knocked back a measure and set the glass down on the table. His booth was just that, his and nobody else's. It seemed the sombre Nabooian was warding off all easygoing and cheerful punters. He caught a glimpse of Commander Trogati and of course Jaleer landing a big one on Alisha's lips. Those two were still going then... As always Representative Rodea found his eyes closing and his thoughts retreating to his home, to marble and water. Then someone sat down at his table. His eyes opened.

 

[Darman Kebii'tra]

"What do you have?! Space for brains?! I'm not fourteen!" The girl said, a mild slurring in her speech "And I'll have you know this isn't my first drink. So go space yourself. I'll have you know.. I'm a Jedi Knight."

Vergil waved over a server droid and inquired for another drink. He waited patiently for it arrive and in the meantime spoke to the fellow force user, "You know that drinking dulls your sense right? What if we were attacked right now, hmmm? Would you be able to handle yourself?"

Vergil braced himself for the inevitable arrogant declaration of youthful power. In a way, this young lady reminded him of his early days with Master Yu. He'd never drank before, Master Yu declared the stuff destructive and mind rotting, but the attitude was there. Vergil smiled, but caught himself. He didn't want to come across as the creeper he sought to protect this teenager from. Luckily the droid returned to save him from the awkwardness he had spawned. He payed for the fruity drink and sipped lightly on it. A refreshing fizzle of exotic fruits exploded in his mouth as he savored the drink.

"So...are you a Jedi?" He asked, once he gulped the first sip.

@Prudii Kyramud

 

[Elijah Hardin]

Eli smiled as the two approached him. They had been through a lot together, brothers and sisters in arms as it were. He couldn't help but notice that the girl got bubbly when she was imbibing. It was charming. Jaleer was hostile as usual but Eli was beginning to realize it was part of who he was. He addressed the two cordially,

"Why thank you my dear, this is the dress uniform of the Morellian Guard. I changed it after I became captain, the old uniform was brown and drab. This one is rife with accouterments and flair. I think it's better that way. And Jaleer, you never know to what after party you may be invited and one should always dress appropriately whether for battle, business or a celebration."

He took a drag from his cigarra and blew it up into the air as to not have it billow or offend their noses and followed it up with a fair swig from his glass.

"I hope through diplomacy and strength of will we may yet win this battle without more violence. Regardless, yes. I would very much like to get to the core and uproot the evil that the Sith religion has perpetrated across the galaxy. As you both know, the Enforcers are growing and we may yet impress upon the Rebellion our seriousness of purpose."

Eli raised his glass.

"To peace."

@Alisha Dawnstrider @Benvenu7