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Coronet, Corellia
Aren Krass stepped forward, taking in the sights. The large, nearly sterile white ballroom was capped by tall, arcing rounded walls that seemed almost organic, and was built to carry sound perfectly across the large room. To either side of the room were mini-bars stocked with an assortment of beverages from across the Republic.
The lights were dimmed, giving the walls a scenic grey/orange color, and cast the rest of the room in a moody shadow with sufficient enough light to see, but not too much as to ruin the mood. The room was packed with people of all sexes, species, and affiliations. There were tables towards the back of the room with fine dining ware set upon them. Dividing the dining area in half were two long rows of tables, running parallel to each other, set up with all sorts of fancy foods, from elaborately baked fowl, to gourmet prepared nerf steaks.
The event was a Gala put on by Aren Krass and his family's powerful manufacturing corporation, Krass Manufacturing. It was set up to 'support and raise credits' for injured and sick Manufacturing employees working on the planet. With a rise in manufacturing demand, more injuries and on job sicknesses had occurred from poor working conditions. Corellia's current legislation regarding workers hardly covered the workers for their bills and expenses. Thus, Krass was putting on this Gala. It served two fold for him, it both raised his popularity and opinion in the public, and it would benefit the manufacturing sector and boost morale, thus increasing credits to him.
He continued on into the crowd, looking for Arritef, and waiting a few more moments before he interrupted the orchestral band that was playing to welcome everyone.
The lights were dimmed, giving the walls a scenic grey/orange color, and cast the rest of the room in a moody shadow with sufficient enough light to see, but not too much as to ruin the mood. The room was packed with people of all sexes, species, and affiliations. There were tables towards the back of the room with fine dining ware set upon them. Dividing the dining area in half were two long rows of tables, running parallel to each other, set up with all sorts of fancy foods, from elaborately baked fowl, to gourmet prepared nerf steaks.
The event was a Gala put on by Aren Krass and his family's powerful manufacturing corporation, Krass Manufacturing. It was set up to 'support and raise credits' for injured and sick Manufacturing employees working on the planet. With a rise in manufacturing demand, more injuries and on job sicknesses had occurred from poor working conditions. Corellia's current legislation regarding workers hardly covered the workers for their bills and expenses. Thus, Krass was putting on this Gala. It served two fold for him, it both raised his popularity and opinion in the public, and it would benefit the manufacturing sector and boost morale, thus increasing credits to him.
He continued on into the crowd, looking for Arritef, and waiting a few more moments before he interrupted the orchestral band that was playing to welcome everyone.