A Celebration to New Times

[Proleptic]

Arritef looked at Krass, blissfully ignorant of his failure, due simply to the fact that Viechelin had left him no reason to believe he had failed. Arritef, while an expert on recognizing and interpreting the intricacies of a person's behavior (meaning he can easily detect deceit, nervousness, anger and nearly any other basic emotions), is a failure when it comes to matters such as this. If the person gave nothing away, he had no social intuition to back him up. This wasn't a problem in most cases, because she was one of the few tactful and kind enough to actually appreciate and care for him, not that he knew this.

He turned to the woman now introduced as Bria, and took into account her body language and demeanor. This is where his expertise comes in. He noticed her strained and somewhat unsure movements. Her posture was stiff, her movements deliberate, yet hesitant at the same times. She seemed nervous, and faltered on a move to shake the hand of Viechelin. He assumed she was an operative like him, or perhaps a simply mercenary. She would most likely be factionless, and simply searching for an avenue for her plans. He did hope Viechelin was careful in dealings with this Bria. He continued to watch her discreetly, making sure not to simply fawn over her character.

Arritef turned to Krass, seeing the man's mind working the angles just like his own. "What do you think of her now?" He asked. "She seems to be rather similar to myself in this situation. Perhaps she is an operative such as myself." He mused.

 

[Colenias]

The fine fabrics of his newly acquired suit were already tearing at the seams. Jota was given an invite to this social event to meet with a leader in the Accord, a faction he had only just recently joined. He did not much about this Bria Tsuani, but he knew she was highly respected among the members. So he had gone to a relatively inexpensive clothing store and bought an outfit with the colors of his family crest: bright yellow and black.

Jota’s droid, J1, beeped and hummed loudly as it rolled next to him. He smelled the event before he saw the entrance. He grimaced as he was inundated with different scents and tastes, but he knew he would quickly adjust.

J1 made a shrill sound and nudged Jota’s cannon. Right, no weapons. Jota sighed and pressed a button on his left wristpad and then removed his stun cannon from his right arm. J1’s top clicked open and Jota tossed the cannon into the droid’s near empty hull. His companion lifted out a rudimentary claw but Jota ignored it. Instead he pulled a handless glove and slid it onto his stump of an arm.

“Wait here by the ships,” he told J1. The droid sputtered and emitted a bit of smoke before whipping around and rolling to a tight space between two stalling speeders, and then proceeded to go into low power mode.

Jota sighed, took a deep breath and walked into the gala. A towering two meter confused-looking Cathar caught the eyes of a few attendees milling about, but none stared for long. Jota followed his nose to the open bar, but his eyes were scanning the crowd for one specific person. From his pocket he pulled out a monocle and placed it squarely on his right eye. Using his wristpad, he activated the monocle’s face recognition function and tried matching any faces in range with the image of Bria Tsuani stored in his database.

“What can I get you, gentleman?” The bartender said through gritted teeth and a sly smile. Jota knew he looked ridiculous, especially in such a flamboyant color, but he shrugged off the judgmental look and shoved his thumb at a drink someone nearby had ordered. The barkeep chuckled and began mixing the drink. Jota turned his head towards the crowd and waited until his tech managed to spot Tsuani.

 

[Outlander]

Viechelin gaze a fleeting but intense stare at the woman's prosthesis. It was easy enough to forget the limitations of Bacta given its importance and lucrative nature. One of those limitations was its inability to regrow limbs. It wasn't hard to feel that this woman's struggle was real, both her personal, internal one and the crusade she seemed to be on. "What is the nature of this engineer's plight?" Viechelin neglected to ask who this Engineer was, it was nigh immaterial to her. If the situation was desperate enough, she would help regardless.

"Just one of the many under our care" Bria said, pulling her sleeve back down. "Me and the others. We've tried bringing together others like me, helping people where we can. By now, we have a sizeable few civilians in our care, and more we watch over when we're around."

 

[Officiant]

"An admirable goal." Viechelin commented, gazing out across the city view, she should at least congratulate Bria on her ideals before asking what she wanted. "What would you wish of me?" Viechelin phrased, eloquently trying to gauge the woman's intentions towards her.

 

[Outlander]

"An admirable goal." Viechelin commented, gazing out across the city view, she should at least congratulate Bria on her ideals before asking what she wanted. "What would you wish of me?" Viechelin phrased, eloquently trying to gauge the woman's intentions towards her.

"I just met you, Senator. It would be very rude of me to ask something of you now." Bria wanted to ask for assistance, funds, shelter, weapons, anything. But a short influx of credits would be nothing in the long term. What they needed, really, was friends.

 

[Galavant]

The space rats were of course, just space rats. They're "leader" was a space rat that had been given the name Rodentius, Czar and Autocraft of Ratdom in the lab where he'd spent most of his life. It had mostly been a joke by the lab staff who were seeking to cure Duros male pattern baldness on Coruscant. But the effects of the chemicals had made Rodentius smarter. More intelligent, and more cunning than his fellow space rats. He was able to escape the confines of his cage, and hitch a ride on a freighter bound for Corellia. He was an expert nest builder as a result of the mutations the chemicals had caused, and thus had bred prolifically, and his progeny shared the trait of intelligence that he had been gifted with. Because somehow the chemicals effect the DNA, and something something something science.

Of course they were still just space rats. So "intelligence" in this case really meant they were just better at building nests, sniffing out food, and a little bit better at navigating various buildings than their cousins. One might even consider them an invasive species as the Rodentius brood displaced local rat populations. Compared to even a toddler they were still stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid little rats. They were however, as a result of better hunting strategies, a bit better bigger. Better nutrition and more meals meant that the space rats had muscle, sharper teeth, and better reflexes than their cousins. Their ability to hunt in packs was also astounding, surpassing the herding ability of cats even.

So when the rats smelled blood they came out of the woodwork. Crawling the walls, and making openings where they could they started to fill into the bathroom, and headed for the Rodian who probably wasn't some sort of of weird rat vampire creature, but just a member of the staff who'd had the misfortune of running into Naym. Rodentius was at the leader of the pack, and let out a high pitched growl as he headed towards his next meal.

There weren't exactly "billions" of space rats however.

Maybe a couple dozen.

Still not something that you really wanted to get involved with.

@BLADE

 

[Officiant]

"I just met you, Senator. It would be very rude of me to ask something of you now." Bria wanted to ask for assistance, funds, shelter, weapons, anything. But a short influx of credits would be nothing in the long term. What they needed, really, was friends.

Viechelin smiled. "Perhaps but this is a charity function and it's not written in the rule book that the only group of people who are helped are those on the invitation." It wasn't as if bankrolling a group of do-gooders would cut in to her income, though that wasn't either of the women's concern, not truly.

 

[Outlander]

Viechelin smiled. "Perhaps but this is a charity function and it's not written in the rule book that the only group of people who are helped are those on the invitation." It wasn't as if bankrolling a group of do-gooders would cut in to her income, though that wasn't either of the women's concern, not truly.

"Well..." Bria said, considering things very carefully. "There is one thing you might help us with currently." She quickly slid a datapad out of her pocket and began typing on the small display. "Here" A small, relatively spherical asteroid appeared on the screen. She handed it over to the senator, explaining as she did so. "This is Asteroid J-1314-009. It use to be an old smugglers station until it was abandoned. We sometimes use it to hold up and resupply, but what's there isn't nearly sufficient to maintain us. But, it's a starting point."

 

[Jessica Cloud]

A Corellian Gala in full swing.

Here among the celebration, two beautiful women took to their plush velvet seats. The duo being eager to enjoy an evening of good company, good drinks, and fine dining. Dressed not to impress, but to blend in. Both women were garbed in blue shearling trench coats of the finest quality and held an air of regal authority. Both were fit in form, fragrance, posh poise, and good posture. Both were also Jedi Knights. Jess Cloud, a brunette human woman in her late twenties, and her companion Lynn Petra. A pink skinned Zelosian woman of demanding presence. On Chandrilla they were detectives. Bold women of more-humble careers. On Tython they were warriors. Bodies of blades and far thrustings. However, for a night on Corellia? They were ladies. Elegant and surreal. Sitting properly with pride and unveiling their napkins with a hush and a reverent flair. Adjusting to the meal with a flavorful twin smile and rolling up their long fuzzy sleeves with great pleasure. Ahh. What a grand taste for a moment's simple peace.

Mmm. Yes. Tonight they would dine together easily and make small talk about small things. Being the twin guests of Colonel Jyfo Diez of Chandrilla, none would give their presence a second thought. Though they distanced themselves from his company almost immediately. Perhaps in a few moments they would take to the dance floor or out to the balcony to drink and to linger. However, for now they enjoyed each other's tender company and the warm hearth of a great meal.

Present. At a Corellian Gala in full swing.

 

[Xtremenerd]

Jet looked around, everyone seemed to be chatting and having a good time, and he couldnt find any targets to rob, so He walked out and headed for his ship, which was several miles away.

 

[Prudence]

Arritef looked at Krass, blissfully ignorant of his failure, due simply to the fact that Viechelin had left him no reason to believe he had failed. Arritef, while an expert on recognizing and interpreting the intricacies of a person's behavior (meaning he can easily detect deceit, nervousness, anger and nearly any other basic emotions), is a failure when it comes to matters such as this. If the person gave nothing away, he had no social intuition to back him up. This wasn't a problem in most cases, because she was one of the few tactful and kind enough to actually appreciate and care for him, not that he knew this.

He turned to the woman now introduced as Bria, and took into account her body language and demeanor. This is where his expertise comes in. He noticed her strained and somewhat unsure movements. Her posture was stiff, her movements deliberate, yet hesitant at the same times. She seemed nervous, and faltered on a move to shake the hand of Viechelin. He assumed she was an operative like him, or perhaps a simply mercenary. She would most likely be factionless, and simply searching for an avenue for her plans. He did hope Viechelin was careful in dealings with this Bria. He continued to watch her discreetly, making sure not to simply fawn over her character.

Arritef turned to Krass, seeing the man's mind working the angles just like his own. "What do you think of her now?" He asked. "She seems to be rather similar to myself in this situation. Perhaps she is an operative such as myself." He mused.

Krass stepped back with Arritef as the women talked, giving them a bit of space. Not too much so that he couldn't hear what was being said, but enough to give them a semblance of privacy. He peaked his hearing, listening keenly to what they were saying, while feigning disinterest and quietly talking to the younger man.

"She would definitely seem to be different than myself or Senator Farrs, that is for sure. I would assume, from the prosthesis and the armor, that she is used to conflict. If not an operative of some form, at least someone who isn't shy to combat."

He stepped forward and extended his hand, "Miss Bria, was it?" He gave a knowing smile "Aren Krass, senator from our lovely world of Corellia. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I, myself, am a bit interested in the betterment of those that are less fortunate." He motioned around them, as if to demonstrate the Gala as an example. "Might I ask, this we you speak of. Who might that be?"

 

[Therakill]

Jaceson had entered the ball room from a side entrance, after he had talked his way through the doors. He had made his way up to the upper floor to watch the ball and it's guests, he did not want to go down and interact yet. He knew that these people were rich and powerful, he may need those kind of connections at one point. Jace watched as four individuals interacted, they seemed to be having a discussion about a helping those that were less fortunate than they were. He listened knowing that this was something he was good at, helping others was what he was raised to do. This was starting to get interesting, he knew he was going to have introduce him self sooner or later. But he wanted to watch the group a little bit longer, as to that he saw a person that was standing off by himself.

He seemed to give off a powerful Aura. He was old, strong, and Jedi this was someone he would avoid. He did not need this Jedi to notice him and start asking questions, but this caused him to check for his hidden Lightsabers. He patted his jacket in the front and felt both of his lightsabers, he was ready for anything. He hoped that it would not come to a fight but if it did he would be ready. As he leaned over the railing he reached out through the force and probed the group in front of him, not in a harmful way but to see if any were force sensitive. He was not trying to draw attention to himself, just see were he would stand if he was down there with them.


"I may have to introduce myself soon lets see how they respond to that."

 

[Proleptic]

Jaceson had entered the ball room from a side entrance, after he had talked his way through the doors. He had made his way up to the upper floor to watch the ball and it's guests, he did not want to go down and interact yet. He knew that these people were rich and powerful, he may need those kind of connections at one point. Jace watched as four individuals interacted, they seemed to be having a discussion about a helping those that were less fortunate than they were. He listened knowing that this was something he was good at, helping others was what he was raised to do. This was starting to get interesting, he knew he was going to have introduce him self sooner or later. But he wanted to watch the group a little bit longer, as to that he saw a person that was standing off by himself.

He seemed to give off a powerful Aura. He was old, strong, and Jedi this was someone he would avoid. He did not need this Jedi to notice him and start asking questions, but this caused him to check for his hidden Lightsabers. He patted his jacket in the front and felt both of his lightsabers, he was ready for anything. He hoped that it would not come to a fight but if it did he would be ready. As he leaned over the railing he reached out through the force and probed the group in front of him, not in a harmful way but to see if any were force sensitive. He was not trying to draw attention to himself, just see were he would stand if he was down there with them.


"I may have to introduce myself soon lets see how they respond to that."

Arritef watched on as his mentor turned on the charm he was so well known for. He listened passively while he continued to get a read on the women. Bria definitely seemed on edge still, though perhaps slightly more at ease given her positive reception. He noticed that she knew well how to handle herself among those considered above herself, and was left wondering why she seemed so nervous in the first place. She would appear to have experience in these dealings, though that could be a misconception.

Arritef broke off from the group and strolled over to the refreshment table, intending to procure drinks for the group. He has noticed that drinks seem to be popular at parties such as this, particularly those containing intoxicating chemicals. He didn't understand the fancy himself, but he hoped to learn by further observing. He began to pour drinks, making sure to keep things on the lighter side of the spectrum as far as the alcohol content goes. He had just finished pouring the second glass of Idlewil liquor, an expensive drink most popular at important social gatherings, when he experienced what felt like a nudge. The curious thing was, it appeared to be within his skull. He didn't recognize the sensation, and at first started slightly, twitching and almost jumping into the air. He sloshed the liquor around, spilling a scant bit on the crystalline table, before getting himself together and focusing on finding the source of the 'nudge'. He figured that it may have been a biological fluke, or his own imagination, after he didn't feel it again for several seconds. He returned to his task of pouring liquor, and was almost immediately greeted by the same sensation. He set down the bottle and turned about. He looked around for any outstanding members of the crowd, but found too many curious members to in any way pinpoint any one of them as a cause.

Slightly more on edge and guarded, Arritef began setting the drinks carefully on the platter, still thinking about the odd sensation, and still receiving it in pulses every so often. "Perhaps......perhaps it is that......." Arritef thought, slightly scared at the prospect of what he had come up with. Arritef closed his eyes for a few moments, drawing into himself and focusing on that faint connection he had felt pulling him all his life. He reached out slightly, making contact with what he understood now, after being involved in many affairs concerning it's practitioners, to be called The Force. He didn't know how it worked, or what it was truly capable of, but he did know that the spectacular abilities of the Jedi and the Sith were based on its teachings. Knowing that he could use it frightened him more than anything, but with that fright came equal elation. Concentrating, he felt The Force around him, the almost tangible energy flowing through the air, as well as other people. He waited for a few moments until he felt the pulse again. To his shock and amazement, he felt what seemed like a wave of energy, faint and short as it was, gliding through the energy within the air. He felt the moment it reached him, and the moment the nudge returned. His concentration broke, breaking the connection he had to the energy.

Arritef glanced in the direction it had seemed to come from, but found nobody lurking. He picked up the platter and began walking back to Aren and the females. His mind was definitely no longer on this party, and he frowned at the realization. He can't allow himself to be unfocused, regardless of any interference he may have felt. He made a mental note to continue looking into the matter later, before reaching Aren's side and offering the drinks.

 

[Vosrik]

Here, Davian Price was in his true element. He sipped his drink elegantly as he greeted the other guests with a warm handshake and a radiant smile. Davian's demeanor exuded pure confidence and charm. As always, he wore his well-kept burgundy suit and bow tie. The black highlights accented the rich hue of the suit, and Davian's white shirt underneath contrasted almost perfectly with his wavy, dark hair.
Although it was always a privilege to make new connections, he wasn't here purely for the pleasantries. Davian had made a noteworthy donation (although not incredibly large, still notable) to the cause, and he especially hoped on meeting the man himself, Aren Krass.
Although PriceCorp was already a well-established fuel business, Davian was intent on expanding into ship manufacturing very soon. The donation was a minor setback for the incredible chance to speak face to face to Krass. He was intent on getting advice in the particular field of business, and there would be none better to speak to. If he was lucky, Davian might even be able to find a good trade partner out of the whole deal.
With his in mind, he parted with another guest he couldn't remember the name of and scanned the room, looking for Aren Krass. "Now, where might he be..." he pondered.

 

[Aren Krass]

Here, Davian Price was in his true element. He sipped his drink elegantly as he greeted the other guests with a warm handshake and a radiant smile. Davian's demeanor exuded pure confidence and charm. As always, he wore his well-kept burgundy suit and bow tie. The black highlights accented the rich hue of the suit, and Davian's white shirt underneath contrasted almost perfectly with his wavy, dark hair.
Although it was always a privilege to make new connections, he wasn't here purely for the pleasantries. Davian had made a noteworthy donation (although not incredibly large, still notable) to the cause, and he especially hoped on meeting the man himself, Aren Krass.
Although PriceCorp was already a well-established fuel business, Davian was intent on expanding into ship manufacturing very soon. The donation was a minor setback for the incredible chance to speak face to face to Krass. He was intent on getting advice in the particular field of business, and there would be none better to speak to. If he was lucky, Davian might even be able to find a good trade partner out of the whole deal.
With his in mind, he parted with another guest he couldn't remember the name of and scanned the room, looking for Aren Krass. "Now, where might he be..." he pondered.

Before Bria could respond, Aren held his hand up, "Excuse me just one moment." He stepped away from the group, and climbed up onto the slightly raised ornate stage that occupied the front of the room. As he climbed he retrieved a small glass of Alderaanian champagne. He clicked on the micro mic that was attached to his lapel and began speaking.

"Thank you everyone for joining us hear tonight! The people of Corellia, especially those tireless individuals working in our manufacturing districts, thank you. It is truly heart warming to see so many of you show support for those of us that provide what we rely on each and every day.

For those of you that don't know me," he gave a short chuckle, "My name is Aren Krass, senator from our lovely world of Corellia, and host of tonight's event. I would like to let everyone know that dinner is now officially served. At your own leisure you are free to fill your plates and take a seat and eat, or continue to stand and talk. Whatever you please. In about two Corellian hours we'll be having the charity auction, and invite each of you to participate."

He gave a warm smile, raised his glass and then drank "Enjoy the evening!"

He set the glass down on a server's tray as he departed the stage and began walking across the floor towards the group he had abandoned.

 

[Outlander]

Viechelin smiled. "Perhaps but this is a charity function and it's not written in the rule book that the only group of people who are helped are those on the invitation." It wasn't as if bankrolling a group of do-gooders would cut in to her income, though that wasn't either of the women's concern, not truly.

Krass stepped back with Arritef as the women talked, giving them a bit of space. Not too much so that he couldn't hear what was being said, but enough to give them a semblance of privacy. He peaked his hearing, listening keenly to what they were saying, while feigning disinterest and quietly talking to the younger man.

"She would definitely seem to be different than myself or Senator Farrs, that is for sure. I would assume, from the prosthesis and the armor, that she is used to conflict. If not an operative of some form, at least someone who isn't shy to combat."

He stepped forward and extended his hand, "Miss Bria, was it?" He gave a knowing smile "Aren Krass, senator from our lovely world of Corellia. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I, myself, am a bit interested in the betterment of those that are less fortunate." He motioned around them, as if to demonstrate the Gala as an example. "Might I ask, this we you speak of. Who might that be?"

"My friends; my family." Bria said to the new arrival as Viechelin looked at the datapad. "I'm a Mandalorian, and a sizeable bulk of our group is comprised of the remnants of my clan. The rest are those who want to better themselves, or attone for their own pasts, hailing from some of the best pilots around to technological elite who have joined us Mandalorians."

 

[Nor'baal]

​

There was always a certain trepidation that gripped Oturo when he had to go to new places, and to speak to new people. This particular venue had not been cleared, and indeed all that he had managed to garner from his research in advance of this meeting was that it was being lorded over by a Senator, with links to the Corellian Engineering Corporation - a company with whom he had done business in the past.

He got up from his chair as the transport swept down into the landing bay that Oturo had been assigned, walking calmly towards the door as he did so. The man wondered why he had even been invited, maybe it was so that the Senator could solicit favor, donations, or simply to meet him. Oturo was of course, about to find out.

Stepping off the shuttle, he walked in through the entrance of the Gala, and made his way over to the Senator in question, extending his hand by way of greeting. ''Senator, a pleasure to meet you. Oturo Ishokune, Czerka Corporation.'' he said crisply, taking the mans hand.

 

[Aren Krass]

​

There was always a certain trepidation that gripped Oturo when he had to go to new places, and to speak to new people. This particular venue had not been cleared, and indeed all that he had managed to garner from his research in advance of this meeting was that it was being lorded over by a Senator, with links to the Corellian Engineering Corporation - a company with whom he had done business in the past.

He got up from his chair as the transport swept down into the landing bay that Oturo had been assigned, walking calmly towards the door as he did so. The man wondered why he had even been invited, maybe it was so that the Senator could solicit favor, donations, or simply to meet him. Oturo was of course, about to find out.

Stepping off the shuttle, he walked in through the entrance of the Gala, and made his way over to the Senator in question, extending his hand by way of greeting. ''Senator, a pleasure to meet you. Oturo Ishokune, Czerka Corporation.'' he said crisply, taking the mans hand.

Krass was making his way through the crowd when a guest he recognized began approaching him, Oturo Ishokune. He was an executive in the Czerka Corporation, a corporation Aren happened to know was scoping out Corellia for operatoins. The man approached him, and extended a hand shake. Aren reciprocated the gesture and returned a firm shake himself, squeezing the man's hand.

"Aren Krass, nice to meet you Mr. Ishokune. I hope your flight wasn't too long and you've found yourself enjoying the gala?"

 

[Nor'baal]

"Aren Krass, nice to meet you Mr. Ishokune. I hope your flight wasn't too long and you've found yourself enjoying the gala?"

The Senator cut an interesting figure given the party like surroundings, and was clearly comfortable surrounded by the elite of his world. After all, one did not get to such lofty heights without friends, he mused as he considered the Senator. Oturo has done his fair share of research on the man before him, for indeed a large amount of the mans views had been aired publicly in his long political career. They did not share every opinion, but their mutual respect for the business world was a unifying factor.

It was one that was really all that interested Oturo today - and when it came to politics, most days - and he responded to the Senators question with rehearsed politeness. ''Indeed Senator Krass, my flight was confortable - and the Gala exceeded by expectations.'' It was an obvious lie, and the Senator would no doubt notice it, for Oturo was not a man to be easily impressed by baubles, and Galas clearly where not his scene. Once again however, it would most likely not matter - for the politician would understand the need for formalities.

Walking further into the Gala, he commented on the history and the current situation of the Planet the Senator represented ''Correllia has come far in these past decades, a veritable titan of industry now. Something which has attracted the interest of the Company, and indeed many others. Infrastructure of course, is vital to such a planet.'' he paused, careful as to how he phrased his next sentence ''What sort of infrastructure levels does this planet boast?'' he inquired, probing the mans willingness to hear about the Company's MagLev Projects.

 

[Vosrik]

Davian clapped heartily after Aren concluded his short announcement. Slipping next to one of the trays of delicious Corellian dishes, he picked a small morsel of food from the incredible variety. The senator had indeed spared no expense in making his guests feel comfortable. Closing his eyes, he savoured the mouthful. He loved food, anything different than the regular stuff he had on Coruscant anyway. Already, he was enjoying his trip.
Resolving himself, Davian checked his suit and ensured it was up to his standards. Straightening his jacket, he deemed himself presentable (quite dashing, really) and strode towards Aren Krass. Seeing him already in conversation with another professional-looking gentelman. Keeping a respectable distance, Davian waited patiently while sipping his drink until they had finished their discussion.