Alderaan If Gil had been busy before, he wasn't sure what to call what he was now that he had been promoted to Vice President. Inexperienced in letting others getting their hands dirty, he tried juggling a myriad of things. It wasn't something he was sure he would be able to keep up with. He wondered if Tasha felt had felt as overwhelmed as he did now. Probably not. She handled nearly everything with perfection, it was kriffing infuriating. He had been on Ord Cantrell, working on their new starship factory and research lab. It was something that Gil had grown quite passionate about. He had arrived on Alderaan only a couple hours before. They were in desperate need of investors for this new project. One of the Noble Families of Alderaan had shown a good deal of interest and had invited Gil and Tasha to a ball they were holding to discuss it further. Gil groaned his way through getting ready. He wore a red and black suit that was much more formal than he was comfortable with. Tasha belonged in places like this, Gil did not. He wasn't sure why they had to wear masks. These nobles had too much time on their hands. There wasn't a mask anywhere that could his pretty distinguishable ears. With his outfit picked out, he made his way to the hotel Tasha was staying at. They had not got a chance to speak in depth about her sudden promotion of him but he hoped tonight they could squeeze that in between business. He would have preferred somewhere more private, but it was so hard to find a minute to sit still much less have a discussion. He made his way out of the lift and towards Tasha's room. He knocked on the door, holding his stupid mask in his hand. He felt rediculous in this outfit.