The Accord Wars Holiday Special

[Asmodeus-bBB12bBb31]

After a particularly tiring night of travel prior to today, it would only seem fitting that Zawarr would get little sleep in face of the holiday. Waking early to only smoke a bowl of Havao tabacc, Zawarr would have found himself spending the majority of his day writing a holomessage to his family on Csilla, primarily explaining Life Day in a way that they would understand. Once he would finish with this, he would find himself silently reading about the holiday on his Holopad to the sound of others celebrating on the station. Of course, it wouldn't take long for him to become stultified by the reading. Packing a second pipe bowl, Zawarr would put on his overcoat, and would proceed to leave his quarters. Matches, pipe, and all.

As he proceeded through the station, Zawarr would occasionally nod to fellow Accordions, wishing them a splendid holiday. Eventually, of course, he would find himself at the plaza, due to following the sound of celebrations. Silently, as always, Zawarr would stand off the side as he lit his pipe. What a peculiar event. He would think to himself, eyes shadowed with mundanity trailing briefly towards the tree. It was a right shame he hadn't arrived earlier, surely Bria had given an explanation of some sort in relation to the Holiday for those who had never celebrated it before. But alas, the man had to finish his fifth, and final draft that was his holomessage, so he would never know.

 

[Minuteman75]

It is true, Rens craved adventure and excitement, but moments like these he was spending, even among strangers were like rare treasure he would never dare throw away. He bowed as some people clapped vigorously for his performanc, soaking in the appreciation. One of the audience at one of the tables, a sun haired human woman in dirty mechanic overalls asked.

"How you learn to play so well?"

"Back home on Onderon when I was a little fish, Missy. Kept practicing ever since." Rens answered, without sharing too many personal details. He loved his adopted homeland and his childhood, but there some things he didn't want to be reminded of. Thankfully, someone else, a white furred Bothan in an orange speeder jacket, standing alongside his Pantoran girlfriend and holding hands with her spoke up.

"Play us another one Swimmer."

Smiling back, Rens happily obliged with the request. This time, it was a song about belonging to a family and embracing their love, feeling that it fits with the whole community here.

 

[Shalken]

Backing away from the center of attention and over to where Niwal was, Azarael continued to gaze at Bria as she went to go hug IG-0R for his gift. "...Not that I know of, no. Perhaps she is drunk?"

This event probably intrigued Azarael the most because he had never seen anything of its kind before. Whenever the Skyline Cartel had held any sort of celebration, it was always for victory in battle. This "Life Day", however, was held in honour of a concept, a celebration of camaraderie and gratefulness for the things one already had. Though the Admiral was a great commander of armies, it appeared he still had much else to learn.

Looking around at the other participants, Azarael realized that gift-giving seemed to be a common theme in this festival, and suddenly felt very out of place as he had nothing to give. He didn't even know what an acceptable present would be, given the situation and his rank. Did his rank even matter? And who was he supposed to give gifts to?

 

[Irys Caer'lon]

Irys walked into the plaza, merriment and cheer met his ears. His fur began to ruffle to the beat of the music, and made his way over to the tree in the center of the plaza. "What an odd tradition?" he thought. He looked over to the violinist who had just stopped playing and noticed an old piano in the shop behind him. He walked over and pulled it out into the open and tossed the shop owner a few credits. He only needed it for one song. His loves favorite song, a song he knew fit the way he felt. He hoped he still remembered the notes. He then sang like he never sang before. He smiled as he heard others join in.
(OOC: Replace Christmas with Life Day)

 

[Dran Mardel]

’’Inform Bria I can’t make it today.’’ Dran informed his in house AI, soliciting a simple winking light response from the unit, mounted as it was in various small trims around the room; much like a skirting board. ’’Bring the Speeder around, and get a course through to the mid-town, try and avoid the traffic for us - need to be there for six.’’ he added, the Unit responding.


’’Yes Sir, the traffic is light through lanes four to twelve, but I think we can make good time.’’


’’Wonderful, Bria replied yet?’’


’’No Sir, but she has seen your message.’’


’’Well I be damned. Lock the apartment, and send my files through to my Pack.’’


’’Certainly Sir.’’


Dran tapped the screen by his door, placing the flat into secure mode, windows closed and locked with the door likewise as it shut behind him. Stepping outside onto his balcony, his Speeder was waiting, roof down and door open. Stepping into the Speeder he placed his wearable into the unit on the dashboard, and opened up his AI.’’Launch.’’ he said quickly, as the speeders engines kicked into power and it took off to its predestined course.


OOC - Casually introducing wearable technology and smart homes into SWRP. Bored at lunchtime :p