Dusty Daytonus. A political beloved by the common man and despised by anyone who followed politics. Criminals sought his blessing. Academics were baffled by him. As for the Glymphid himself, he couldn't be bothered with any of their opinions. What he loved was thrills and a good time, both of which happened to be sitting in front of him.
Deetay Pilo was a renowned Kessurian socialite who was renowned as a galactic beauty and a charismatic presence. Dusty had recently met her at a party and, to his dismay, had found out that she was an astute thinker as well, keenly interested in politics. While Dusty had put the ole Daytonus charm on her, she seemed more interested in the good that Dusty's position could do the galaxy. Wanting to appear as more than he was in a bid to impress Deetay, Dusty had bragged about his longstanding ties with the FWA and how significant a faction they really were in galactic affairs. Even showing her the holovideo of him blasting his way out of a Killik horde along with the other members hadn't seemed to convince her, so Dusty was desperate enough to go with his last resort.
He'd actually do his job.
He had sent an invite out to all FWA officials and representatives to meet him at his bantha ranch on Ploo II. It was a charmingly rustic spot with spacious enough room to accommodate a great number of beings. The nature of this summit was ostensibly to discuss the future of the FWA and how it should respond to the significant events of the galaxy, from the continued Killik threat to the fragementation of the Sith Empire, to the growing number of refugees in the galaxy. Dusty had put on his best tuxedo, grinning at Deetay, as he stood by the door of his ranch, uncharacteristically polite in his greetings. Servant droids were around to take people's coats, serve refreshments, and translate if need be.
So, there it was. The possible fate of the galaxy could be decided in these halls, all to impress a date.
OOC: Open to any FWA players
Deetay Pilo was a renowned Kessurian socialite who was renowned as a galactic beauty and a charismatic presence. Dusty had recently met her at a party and, to his dismay, had found out that she was an astute thinker as well, keenly interested in politics. While Dusty had put the ole Daytonus charm on her, she seemed more interested in the good that Dusty's position could do the galaxy. Wanting to appear as more than he was in a bid to impress Deetay, Dusty had bragged about his longstanding ties with the FWA and how significant a faction they really were in galactic affairs. Even showing her the holovideo of him blasting his way out of a Killik horde along with the other members hadn't seemed to convince her, so Dusty was desperate enough to go with his last resort.
He'd actually do his job.
He had sent an invite out to all FWA officials and representatives to meet him at his bantha ranch on Ploo II. It was a charmingly rustic spot with spacious enough room to accommodate a great number of beings. The nature of this summit was ostensibly to discuss the future of the FWA and how it should respond to the significant events of the galaxy, from the continued Killik threat to the fragementation of the Sith Empire, to the growing number of refugees in the galaxy. Dusty had put on his best tuxedo, grinning at Deetay, as he stood by the door of his ranch, uncharacteristically polite in his greetings. Servant droids were around to take people's coats, serve refreshments, and translate if need be.
So, there it was. The possible fate of the galaxy could be decided in these halls, all to impress a date.
OOC: Open to any FWA players