As The Force Wills It

[Vosrik]

Lucius walked among the Jedi, following a short distance behind Shalken. He chuckled to himself, knowing that it was merely a week or so before that he'd been in the presence of Sith aristocrats. Of course, that man wasn't the true Lucius, and neither was this one today. Today, he was a respected politician and researcher by the name of Marcus Rahn. Marcus stood out from the crowd, simply in that he wore a black and burgundy suit instead of Jedi robes. Though merely a precaution, Marcus was keeping the vast majority of his Force Sensitivity hidden — not that he intended on any hostilities, as that would simply be career and literal suicide. To any who attempted to pry, they would merely assume Marcus was as he appeared; a politician who hadn't been raised to use his abilities. Perhaps his sensitivity had just been awoken.

There were a surprising amount of young ones attending the commemoration today. Marcus stopped by as many as he could without interrupting, offering his condolences and deepest sympathies for those who had lost loved ones in the Order.

"I'm off to get a drink to lighten my spirits. Shall I fetch you one as well, Marcus?"

Marcus blinked out of his reverie and stuttered briefly before replying. "Ah - yes, yes if you could please. Corellian Ale, if you wouldn't mind, and thank you Master Jedi."

Though he was no Senator, Marcus had spent plenty of time on Chandrila among others of similar intellect. Most had never met a Jedi before, and it was therefore a pleasure and a wonder to meet the personal bodyguard of the Chancellor. Shalken and Marcus had a particularly good relationship, often discussing the nature of the Force and the Light. It was a matter of extreme interest to the man, another reason why he came to pay his respects today.

"We could all use some levity," Marcus overheard an important-looking Jedi (@Valen Pelora) comment. Approaching courteously, Marcus offered his hand to shake, fully realizing it was probably much more custom to bow among the Jedi. "It's truly an honour to be able to pay my deepest respects today. I can't imagine what the Jedi are going through in this difficult time. Word on Chandrila is that Lord Tanari stepped down and went into exile, is that so?"

 

[Zenya]

For a split second, Lanna was taken back. The young girl who she just disrupted seemed to muster a certain level of high defense that Lanna pulled her hand away from her shoulder, palm facing out in a surrendering fashion. She didn't expect such a reaction to say the least. But then she questioned if it ever happened because the moment seemed to fade away as fast as it had come.

"Karyn," She muttered, softly to herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Lanna carried an air of blankness around her. Her eyes were slightly drooping as if she had grown tired of the situation she was currently in, when inside she was really burning with skepticism. What a moment to have walked in on. She lowered her hand, and brushed it lightly down the side of her robe so she could for a moment, feel the cool metal of her saber on her side. Confidence check.

Passed Karyn, she caught a glimpse of Shalken ( @Shalken ) who she had not seen since the Battle of Coruscant. She smiled, just incase he looked her way, then turned her attention back to the girl.

"I was just about to get a drink. I don't suppose you would like one as well?" She reached a hand back and grabbed something sparkling and pink. Taking a sip of it, as she leaned slightly back on the table.

If she denied Lanna's company, the girl would go find some other activity to engage in, elsewhere. She was definitely curious about the familiarity looming over her new acquaintance, but she was also patient.

"Do you enjoy dancing? If you want we could when the next song comes on. I'm getting a bit bored, to be honest," She said with a slight laugh.

@Prudence

 

[Sreeya]

Shae glanced back at the pyre as Valen mentioned it, grimacing, “Well, maybe it can double as a bonfire,” She wondered if it was too soon to be making jokes, but quite frankly she wasn’t in the mood for gloom. Shae had to nod in agreement at Valen’s words about initiates not feeling the weight of the galaxy, “I agree. Especially since it’s inevitable anyway. No reason to force it on them now.”

As Corvo mentioned about more cheer at a Sith gathering, “Why of course dear, you’ve gotten quite the reputation for being the explosive center of the party at Sith gatherings,” She had been angry at Corvo when the bombings had first happened, but over time she had learned to see the necessity of it. Things had been slower from the Sith side, even with their new Emperor at the helm. The bombing had thrown quite a few things into disarray.

When Ahzek approached Shae, she lit up, moving in to hug him in greeting, “Hey there! Haven’t seen you since…” Her smile faded a bit. He had been out on the field with her the day she had destroyed the last Emperor. He had seen it all play out, saw her trick him, saw him die, saw the impacts of the words that still haunted her today. Shae pushed the thoughts aside, “It wasn’t easy getting him out here, believe me,” She smiled at Corvo, giving his hand a playful squeeze.

That was when another man approached the group, starting off with mild insults at Corvo. Shae had to chew on her lip to keep from grinning at the words, not used to seeing someone other than herself call him out on his broody expressions. As the man offered to dance, Shae’s eyes lit up at once, “Please, I’m about ready to kill myself from all this angst.”

With that, she let go of Corvo and allowed the man to guide her away from the group to dance. She took the offered beer, smiling at the much needed change of pace, “Thanks for rescuing me from there. I don’t believe we’ve met – Shae Vis. You know, you and I have the same problem of blurting the first thing that comes to our mind. Might get us killed one day,” She grasped his hand and began moving to the music, feeling a healthy buzz coming from the drinks. Shae would spin and move with him to the beat, all while laughing and smiling, which was a stark contrast to everyone else around them.

@Relent

 

[Valen Pelora]

Valen’s little corner of the gathering had suddenly grown very popular. He suspected it had more to do with the Vis family, than with him. He was unaccustomed to the attention. Adjusting to his new role and responsibilities was taking time. Some things came naturally, others were a struggle. The loss of privacy and anonymity was one of those struggles. He wondered if he would every truly be comfortable. It was strange to hear people call him General, strange to hear his name spoken in time with Corvo and Shae Vis. They were heroes.

He was not. Valen shook the hands of all who approached, including Corvo (@Phoenix). He recognized old Master Kip (@Talon maara) and Master Shalken Tanari (@Shalken). From a distance, he saw noble Master Keane (@Boli). He did not know the other Jedi surrounding them. One knew Shae (@Kori Buor), one had a terrible attitude (@Relent), and the other was not a Jedi at all (@Vosrik). He didn’t mind their surly guest. He was whisking Shae away to a dance floor that didn’t yet exist. They were the only one’s dancing, to a droll beat. Shae was an unsurprisingly good dancer. The grouchy Jedi was less impressive. Valen took his eyes from the whirling pair to focus on the suited man. He frowned.

All Jedi were welcome on Dantooine. This was a chance to celebrate those they had lost, to remember loved ones fallen. This was not a gala, a ball, a coming out party. He would not support a fishing expedition. The man had come with Master Tanari, he should have known better. The funeral was not the time or place for politics.

“Few know the depth of our sorrow.” He reached in the Force and tapped the minds of the guards stationed around the gathering. “We need this time to heal, as Jedi. (@Vosrik)” Four Jedi Knights gathered a few feet away. “Kip please see our guest out. (@Talon maara)” His tone made it clear it was not a request. He trusted the Jedi Master to escort the interloper from the scene, and return to the gathering.

He turned to Shalken. “You should have known better than to bring him here. (@Shalken)” Valen ran a hand through his hair. He looked at the remaining Jedi, forcing a smile. “No more gloom, not even from you Corvo.” Shae and the crab needed company. He spotted the small system playing music and reached out in the Force. The Lightisde guided his movements. With a few small clicks of the button the voice of Vesper Almec radiated in the fortress. Ironic. “Let’s dance.”

Valen left the small group of Jedi and headed into the center of the gathering. He began to dance, a smile beaming. They could forget all of this, if for but a moment.

 

[Phoenix]

Everyone seemed to be hustling and bustling. Force of habit sent Corvo's eyes traveling across the crowd. Immediately, they began to pick out the individuals that didn't seem like they belonged. There was a man in a suit who seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. Corvo took in the aspects of the man's face and presence. He was definitely not a Jedi which meant he didn't belong and something about him set Corvo on edge. He'd watch and wait to see if the Jedi Master would escort him out or if Corvo would have to do it himself.

He was less than thrilled with the old man who came up to insult him and steal his wife away (@Relent). Hooray, another Jedi thinks causing trouble for me proves something. He rolled his eyes as the man walked away, peeved not that he was obnoxious, but that his wife was then going to willingly engage with him. Just... let it go. It was no surprise, Shae had always been the life of every party and everyone wanted to be around her.

He let out a quiet sigh and went back to looking over the crowd with his attention drawn to another presence that stood out as all wrong. To be more specific, it felt familiar except Kira (@Prudence) was supposed to be dead and there was no way that she would be able to just waltz in here if she weren't, though Corvo couldn't help thinking that if she'd managed to fake her own death, that would have been one of the most impressive things he'd seen in a very long time.

As he slowly meandered through the crowd in the direction of the presence, his eyes finally picked up... a little girl? She had to have barely been out of elementary, what was she doing here? Kira had a daughter? It was the only logical explanation and Corvo turned away to tell Shae only to realize that Shae was off with the big oaf (@Relent). Another eye roll.

On the bright side of it all, things had started cheering up a bit as music came on. That meant fewer eyes on him, more people were distracted, and less of the gloomy looks on everyone's faces. After a moment he wandered back over to @Valen Pelora - who he didn't really know, but his position would indicate he wasn't an idiot, so that was good - and asked for a moment aside since he seemed to be a popular one as well.

That girl over there, the one that's about initiate age, do you know who she is? he asked, not pointing because that would have been weird...

 

[Elijah Brockway]

Sen had very nearly had a small heart attack when he witnessed Karyn's reaction to Lanna, knowing it likely that the young orphan had a weapon on her. Just as he was about to step in he noticed Karyn relax and start talking, which prompted him to relax as well. Maybe being okay with her getting off the ship might have been a bad idea after all. Owing to the fact that Dea was nowhere nearby, and feeling some sense of responsibility for the young girl, Senari decided that he would definitely have to keep an eye on Karyn...if only to make sure she didn't cause herself any trouble. If only to occupy the time before Karyn engaged in mischief, he decided to find somebody to talk to.

Thankfully, not far away from where he stood - and still with a good view of where Karyn at least currently was - sat one Jedi Master who Senari at least recognized, even if he didn't necessarily know her well. "Master Keane!" he called as he walked over to the elderly Jedi. "Good to see you weren't on Tython. Wish I knew some of these others, though." Despite the seemingly uncaring nature of his words, Senari was well aware of Glady's current state, but he didn't really think offering her any alcohol was a good idea, which left him with the only option left to take being conversation.

 

[Toasty]

Spiritual Jedi meetings were a drag, as were funerals. And oh what a joy that this commune of the light side was both, ohhhhh boy. On top of actually not wanting to be in the limelight for once, since partying and money go hand-in-hand, the Jedi General Kenny Garfield walked up in da club like 'whuddup I got a big bottle of whiskey'. Because he did. Sidling up to Corvo and Valen in the middle of their conversation, it was clear as day that Ken was a little over the tipsy side, staring straight at a man being carried off by a few guards who was not actually on the books as a Jedi. Just... some random guy who showed up to a 'Jedi only event' without being in the Jedi archives and is getting carted off alive, instead of – well, not. Man, if it was a Sith or Moff meeting, things would have gone off with a bang already.

“Fun. Who wants to drink?”

Ken said belligerently loud to the two men standing next to him, as an excitable guy, it was kind of expected. Eyes scanned the crowd to see any notable faces he'd actually willingly approach, hoping the new Grandmaster would either join in on the charades or let it go longer, and chose to stick with Corvo(@Phoenix) for now. He stood close to Valen(@Valen Pelora) and reminisced on how the two shared a week abroad, learning a good manner of things about each other. Valen discovering that Ken was loose when it came to the Jedi ways, and Ken figuring out that Valen was mostly a meditating green statue that could withstand many a loud noises. Ironic that Valen could listen and dance to Vesper Almec while not having flashbacks of trying to find inner peace over Vesper's – Uh, It was a good week for Ken.

Offering the bottle off to Corvo, which had a very long and thin straw sticking out of the mouth of the bottle. Ken wasn't sure if the man wanted to show the face of mystery to random strangers, so he found the perfect straw, bendy and flexible, which would fit through the small entryways of the helmet to reach the man's mouth.. A feat Ken was very proud of. Popping that sucker in, Ken smiled his million credit expression at the masked man with bravado and pride.

 

[Wit]

The first thing Valin had done after escaping Sith space was contact Corvo, only to learn that he and Shae were both on Dantooine. Attending a Jedi gathering of some sort of all things. His initial plan had been to find Corvo and let him speak to the current Lord and bring them up to speed about his unique situation. But after all that time among the Sith he was sick and tired of hiding who he was. He wanted to meet his friends again, to look upon familiar faces once again, to be a Jedi.

So he had made his way to Dantooine as well, arriving just as a party seemed to be kicking into gear. He had expected a more solemn affair, but this was better, fun and laughter was what he needed. And all the revelry would make it that much more unlikely that anyone would pay much attention to him. So he slipped through the crowd, his eyes wandering from one face to another in search of someone he would know. He had never realized just how many Jedi there in the Army, all the presences around him only helped to calm him down. The dark edge he had lived on for so long, he finally found himself stepping away from it.

He soon stumbled upon the dancers, small groups, couples, all engaged in all forms of eclectic dance styles from around the Galaxy. He found himself clapping and laughing in sync with the music, though a brief opening in the dancing groups revealed Shae dancing with some old man, and far behind them Corvo engaged in conversation with some men he did not know. The sight of his friends froze the laugh on his lips, his eyes instead starting to well up ever so slightly as emotions he had kept locked inside were finally let loose. It was only when someone shoved past him to join the dancers that he was pulled back to reality, letting out a laugh once more and wiping away the tears as he made his way to Corvo.

Weaving through the dancers, he opened up the satchel hanging at his side and pulled out one of the bottles of Correlian whiskey he had escaped with from the Moff Council meeting. Letting out a whistle as he was mere feet away from him, he tossed the bottle to his friend, a wide smile on his face. Be careful with that, Malon blew up a space station trying to get that back from me.

@Sreeya @Phoenix

 

[Shalken]

Having picked up the drinks from the bar - two large thick mugs of frothing Corellian ale - Shalken returned to his friend to find him surrounded by several Knights. Realizing the situation, he requested, "A moment, Kip (@Talon maara)." Turning to Valen (@Valen Pelora), the Jedi Master stated reassuringly, "This man, Marcus Rahn, is a good friend of mine from when I was serving as the Chancellor's bodyguard. Is this how we treat our allies, who wish to offer consolation and sympathy during our time of loss? He is here simply to do just that, not fulfill some agenda of his own."

Shalken then turned to face the Knights that had come to the General's call. "At ease." Handing the mug of ale over to Marcus, he continued, "Though perhaps this is a great time of sorrow, this solemn commemoration seems to be quickly turning to merriment and dancing! Indeed, we would not want you returning home with a false perception of Jedi hospitality."

Facing the rest of the Jedi that had gathered there, he held his mug aloft, raising his voice. "I propose a toast! To our fallen brothers and sisters on Tython and Illum!"

 

[Toasty]

"Master Shalken," Kenny spoke from his smile, there was nothing more of a buzzkill than someone ruining the removal of the guy invading a party they weren't invited to. The flow of alcohol making the man joyously pleasant began to turn sour, boiling the blood behind his ears and eyes. "Your intentions of inviting an outsider is noted, and you might as well remove yourself from this gathering too since you are seeming to ignore the order of Jedi only from the Grandmaster herself. This being a sensitive matter, the reason why only members of the Jedi were invited to, do not forget yourself and act outside of your character..."

Welp, the buzz was gone. No reason to drink any further since his mood went from a hundred to zero real fast. Corvo found himself double fisting bottles of whiskey as Ken started getting the idea that he might have to remove two people from the party instead of just one.

 

[Vosrik]

To Marcus' great dismay, the response from the Jedi at present was less than welcoming. Despite his friend's reassurance and attempt to set the others at ease, it seemed for naught. Placing a hand on Shalken's shoulder thoughtfully, he handed back the mug of Corellian Ale. "I wouldn't want to cause any further disturbance. You'll probably enjoy a second drink anyway."

Turning and making a short bow to the rest of Jedi, he continued, "Again, you all have my respects for your losses. Perhaps I'll return under...better circumstances."

Marcus took one final glance at their commemoration, which was turning out to be more like a dance party with the songs being played. As his eyes scanned the crowd, they paused ever so briefly on the faces of Corvo...and Shae. Ahh, how interesting, marveled the Lucius inside silently, deep under the veil of his persona. Marcus needed no escort as he strode away, leaving the Jedi stronghold. Despite his innocent intention on building a good relationship with the Jedi, this encounter did little more than sour Marcus' perception of them as a whole. He might have even given up his purpose, if he hadn't spied Shae. How carefree and joyful she looked, utterly ignorant of the sacred Oblation written in blood for her capture. Of course, Marcus wouldn't dare attempt anything so close to her terror-instilling husband, and much less so under this persona. No, that was not for Marcus Rahn to do.

Deep in hyerspace, skin and bones warped and writhed until Lucius was himself again. He pulled off his bowtie and tossed it aside lazily as he lounged and spun in his captain's chair. Lucius smiled again as he thought of Shae, her image burned into his memory.

"How interesting, indeed."

-exit thread-​

 

[Talon maara]

Noticing the fueled dispute slowly rising with a politician standing within arms reach Kip tried to calm the situation down as swiftly as it spured up.

"Easy my brothers, this man im sure means no harm...."

Looking to the one they call Marcus, he sent a small glare his direction. Kip didnt know exactly what but something was off in this man, on the Master couldnt quit pin down. But none the less he knew this man wasn't THAT dumb. If his intentions were wrong well this wouldnt be the place to ignite them.

"In this hold of ours lest us not forget who we are. Dont forget where we come from no matter how rough the journey had been."

As the man bowed out and began his path down the walkway to the doorway he noticed the slight pause on Shae, one which made him to pause and look upon here person with curiosity. None the less the damage was done kip felt, and there was no recovery at this moment in time.

Turning to Shalken Kip spoke softly to the man.

"I apologize for any inconveniences or unrest this may have caused. When you are finished with your drink i wouldnt mind grabbing the next round..."

Kip may have had his own dark path sitting high in the Sith ranks a many of years ago, many before most of these jedi had been born or even thought of. But none the less he still remembered his first few years trying to fit in when he was out of place. And this made the Master feel uneasy about their path that was slowly unfolding.

Regardless of his different approach to the war as a master in the order to the generals of the army. He didnt like focusing strictly on violent tendencies. But do not underestimate his peaceful demeanor, just because he prefers the polite and political approach first doesn't mean this old man can't hold his own against his fare share of the sith. A view he assumed many had of him. But none the less, he knew the time might arise when his blades had to be used for more than just peace....


@Toasty @Shalken @Valen Pelora @Sreeya

 

[Prudence]

Karyn's heart was still beating quickly, though slowing now, as the girl before her began talking. The girl had clearly missed her botched lie and believed Karyn to be a fellow Jedi. Karyn hadn't spoken with another being her age in quite some time, having been trapped on Onderon for so long. Here she was now, in such a lively place among warm and accepting faces. It almost made Karyn feel accepted, but it's only because I'm masquerading as someone I'm not. Interrupting her from her thoughts the girl, Lanna, offered her a drink. Karyn's eyes lit up and nodded, and she moved towards the small bar. She asked for just a simple bottle of beer, but the man tending the bar shot her an ugly look and passed her a glass of... apple juice? Karyn glowered at the bar tender and began to reach for her pistol in her bag but stopped herself. Begrudgingly she took the small plastic cup and moved back to where Lanna had been standing. As she did so she saw that one of the Generals seemed to have taken an interest in her, but then quickly turned away. She didn't know the man, but it seemed he recognized her, for at least a second.

She quickly drained the cup and grabbed Lanna's hand, dragging the older girl onto the dance floor. Karyn was a little mad that Lanna had been able to get a drink and she had been denied, but she set the indignance aside. She reached the dance floor and started 'dancing' which was really the young girl just bouncing and twisting around. She'd never really danced before, and her attempts looked quite humorous. Somewhere in her bobbing up and down she backed into the older Jedi (@Relent ). Instantly Karyn drew away and looked back at him, frightful that she might have angered him. While doing so her eyes caught sight of his drink and she was instantly jealous that he could get a beer and she couldn't. Karyn saw a commotion elsewhere but she wasn't really concerned with it. Instead she was just backing away from the older man, her eyes still locked on him.

 

[Black Noise]

@Vosrik

In Devil's Ears

Marcus would not, however, be allowed to leave unaccosted. Standing by the door in the gear of a mercenary, a woman drew a vibroblade and held it in the way of the exit. She had sensed and saw the entire interaction just moments before, and it greatly annoyed her. Pulling out her earbuds, the music in her ears loud enough to be heard from a few feet away, the Corellian Devil would confront the non-Jedi.

"No, friend, I don't think you'll be leaving so easily. No one comes to a gathering of Jedi with purely innocent intentions. You are going to tell me exactly who you are and why you really came here, or you'll be leaving without any fingers."

She would not allow Marcus to leave, not while she was still suspicious of him. The man better be careful where he tread with her. While the two were slightly separated from the rest of the grouping of Jedi, Devil did not need any interference or intervention from them to help her. If this man crossed her bad side, then he'd find out exactly why she was known as The Corellian Devil even among Jedi.

 

[Vosrik]

At the sudden presence of a vibroblade blocking his exit, Marcus took a slight step back and calmly raised his empty hands.

"Well then, friend, you may search me all you like. I have no weapons on me." This statement was indeed true, Marcus had no need of a weapon in his line of work. "I am Marcus Rahn, a researcher and politician from Chandrila. I am a friend and have often spoken of your culture with one of your Masters, Shalken Tanari, and simply wished to create a friendly relationship with your Order. Precious few from the Republic share my interest, and many currently dislike the Army entirely. My only intention today was to pay my respects and learn."

This was the complete truth, and there was no other reason for the woman accosting him to think or sense otherwise.

@Black Noise​

 

[Black Noise]

Turning the vibroblade towards the man, Devil narrowed her eyes and responded,

"I'm afraid I don't believe you. Politicians have guards, an entourage, fanfare, and their meetings are not done secretively during a kriffing funeral. So let me ask once more, who are you and why are you here?"

As she began to speak, she lashed out with the force, sending out a shockwave of force push to drive the fool backwards and, hopefully, off of his feet. If he made any sort of advancement towards her, she'd immediately strike at him with the intention of cutting him deeply across his midsection.

 

[Phoenix]

Well, apparently Valen was too busy dancing to be bothered with anything, so, with eye roll three, Corvo turned his attention to others. In this case Kenny.

As Kenny (@Toasty) found his way over to Corvo, he was glad to see someone that he at least knew. That was at least a positive. He greeted the other Jedi with a handshake and took the bottle shoved in his direction, glancing down at it and the straw coming out. He wasn't planning to use a sippy straw to drink whiskey, so he removed it and took a good old fashion swig from the bottle before attempting to hand it back. Apparently, Kenny didn't want it back though, so Corvo set it down on the counter.

The next thing that he saw elicited more emotion out of Corvo than the entire rest of the evening combined. Perusing and pushing his way through the crowd, Corvo recognized none other than Valin (@Wit). They hadn't seen each other since the Moff Council bombing and initially Corvo had feared for his safety but the man was resourceful and had hidden among the Sith for a very long time. As he approached, he tossed a bottle of whiskey to Corvo and for the first time that evening, a wide, genuine smile spread across Corvo's face.

As most would tell you, Corvo was not an emotional man and rarely displayed any sort of affection to anyone other than his wife, but seeing Valin again brought an unparalleled wave of relief over Corvo and as soon as his friend came within reach, Corvo wrapped both arms around him in a good old fashioned bro-hug.

It's good to see you again, my friend. Welcome home. He pulled back and looked down at the bottle of whiskey in his hand.

I think I'm the one that owes you a drink not the other way around, he said with a grin, at the very least, you have to help me finish this.

 

[Vosrik]

The vibroblade turned even closer to Marcus, and he took another half-step away from its point. A sudden blast knocked him completely off his feet, landing him flat on his back and skidding back towards the rest of the party. Even as she continued speaking, Marcus flung his hands up over his face in terror.

"Good--good God, woman! Are you insane!?" Marcus exclaimed, peering past his arms in front of him. The attack would have caused an exceptional scene to the rest of the Jedi, even with people dancing and drinking.

"I'm no Senator with p-pomp and legions of bodyguards! I'm a humanitarian representative, I worked with the refugees from Coruscant! I wouldn't have thought I'd need protection from the Jedi!"

@Black Noise​

 

[Logan]

"Logan Ferrox," he said, responding to Shae's introduction. Not that she needed one. Even surly old hermits like Logan knew who Shae Vis was. She had killed the emperor, she was a certifiable hero. Not that things like that meant much to Logan, people had called him a hero before too. Of course, in comparison to Shae, he was the kid who hit the game winner and she was the savior of the galaxy. "Oh no," he said with a laugh. "That was the third or fourth thing. The first thing would have definitely got me killed." Joking and flirting was something that occurred subconsciously with Logan, he hardly ever intended it. Hopefully Shae didn't read too much into it or Logan might end up on the pyre, assuming the stories about Corvo were true.

Logan moved in rhythm with Shae, matching her step and spinning her like they were some sort of professional dance duo. When he heard the pop music suddenly start blaring through the fortress, Logan picked up the pace of he and Shae's movements while giving Valen a big thumbs up for the music stylings. He knew what he was doing well enough that if she let him lead, they'd be bobbing, dipping, spinning and just generally busting a fine ass groove all over the dance floor. It was a hell of a good time, not something he would have expected given the attitude of the room when he first arrived.

Just as the chorus of the song began to ring out, Logan getting ready to give Shae another spin and really amp things up, he felt someone bump into him from behind. Raising an eyebrow, Logan looked down at the little one as he moved his dance partner so he could better see who had thrown off his groove. The look on her face told him the kid thought he'd be angry which made Logan smile. Logan didn't really get angry, especially not at a kid and especially not when whatever happened was clearly an accident.

"Keep an eye out kid, things are starting to heat up out here. Maybe in a few you can cut in and I can show you some moves, I'm sure Mrs. Vis won't mind." Another laugh and smile, both warm and happy. It may have been the beer, or the pretty-yet-unavailable woman dancing with him, or hell maybe it was the fact that for the first time in a long time it seemed the Jedi were ready to have some fun - whatever it was, it was great.

The music still blaring, Logan continued dancing with Shae, unfettered and clueless to the potential goings on happening in the corner between the girl and the weird pasty guy in the ugly suit.

@Sreeya @Prudence

 

[Shalken]

Grasping the second mug of ale from his friend, Shalken nodded understandingly. He noted the sour tone in Kenny's words, and replied respectfully, "Truly, I mean no offense towards our fallen Jedi nor our Grandmaster. On the contrary, I brought Marcus because of his sympathy towards our predicament. However, it seems I have overstepped my bounds, and for that I apologize." Hearing Kip's response as well, Shalken nodded gratefully to him. But before he could offer a reply, he saw his friend get Force-pushed violently onto his back by a Knight he did not recognize.

At the sight of this attack towards his friend, his blood began to boil; though Shalken was typically known for his calm demeanor, the one thing that made him truly angry was when others attacked his friends - even more so if done without provocation. Rushing to the aid of Marcus, Shalken took a stand between his friend on the ground and Devil. "What is the meaning of this? First you wish him gone, and now you deny him exit? What has he done to deserve such hostility? This is outrageous! Allow this man to leave in peace - now is not the time or place for an interrogation."