She couldn't remember the last time she had a reason to relax and party.
Between the media buzzing with speculation of Joiners on Coruscant, the dissolution between the Sith and the Imperials, the very obvious broadcast of Ezra Thorne locking lips with a Jedi boy and making it to the Order her own Mother seemed so fond of, and the ISC pushing against the Empire, she had been busy. Accepting the role of personal aide to Carrick, and beginning the first steps of her rise to senatorial seat, she merely would have to rub shoulders with more of the rich and powerful. She had her eye on Cristophsis, a place many aspiring Senators had their eyes on, but there was another planet that could prove a vital place to hold a standing in.
Manaan.
Formerly a prime producer of kolto, its' placement in the galaxy could prove fruitful, if the Selkath could be worked with. After all, if her mother taught her anyting, a war, or conflict if they wanted to call it, would need bandages and ammunition, wouldn't they? And she would try her best to make them have a standing interest in the Consortium; after all, since Thyferra was now a known ground for the Joiners and the Killiks, they would need a planet to produce a good baseline for faltering bacta productions.
But first... she wanted a night to simply be Silvi Velt, to let her hair down and relax before following the Secretary of Defense's footsteps. And that was just what she was going to do, in the best way possible.
Books, drinks, and perhaps, a run at the local gun range if she had the time to.
The books already aquired, she turned her heels to the closest bar she knew of, a place where classmates met up and talked over loud music and cheap drinks. She was dressed in a simple short black dress, a large black jacket slung over her shoulders, and heeled boots. Long silver hair had been pulled back into a lazy ponytail, glasses forgotten in the mad rush of the day before.
The Happy Bantha was already in full swing by the time she was allowed entrance. She could feel the pulse of the bass in her chest, and the hum of many voices already there, but not anyone she knew of just yet. Propping herself into a corner, she gave her order to a small serving droid and settled in, tugging her skirt a little bit and easing into the fake leather seat.
Perhaps she'd see Jayna again, or that weird Jedi chick Ciri, or perhaps even other Senatorial interns, but for now, her attention was lost in the book, idly propping one foot against the booth and nibbling on her lower lip in focus as she waited for her drink.
@Sreeya
Between the media buzzing with speculation of Joiners on Coruscant, the dissolution between the Sith and the Imperials, the very obvious broadcast of Ezra Thorne locking lips with a Jedi boy and making it to the Order her own Mother seemed so fond of, and the ISC pushing against the Empire, she had been busy. Accepting the role of personal aide to Carrick, and beginning the first steps of her rise to senatorial seat, she merely would have to rub shoulders with more of the rich and powerful. She had her eye on Cristophsis, a place many aspiring Senators had their eyes on, but there was another planet that could prove a vital place to hold a standing in.
Manaan.
Formerly a prime producer of kolto, its' placement in the galaxy could prove fruitful, if the Selkath could be worked with. After all, if her mother taught her anyting, a war, or conflict if they wanted to call it, would need bandages and ammunition, wouldn't they? And she would try her best to make them have a standing interest in the Consortium; after all, since Thyferra was now a known ground for the Joiners and the Killiks, they would need a planet to produce a good baseline for faltering bacta productions.
But first... she wanted a night to simply be Silvi Velt, to let her hair down and relax before following the Secretary of Defense's footsteps. And that was just what she was going to do, in the best way possible.
Books, drinks, and perhaps, a run at the local gun range if she had the time to.
The books already aquired, she turned her heels to the closest bar she knew of, a place where classmates met up and talked over loud music and cheap drinks. She was dressed in a simple short black dress, a large black jacket slung over her shoulders, and heeled boots. Long silver hair had been pulled back into a lazy ponytail, glasses forgotten in the mad rush of the day before.
The Happy Bantha was already in full swing by the time she was allowed entrance. She could feel the pulse of the bass in her chest, and the hum of many voices already there, but not anyone she knew of just yet. Propping herself into a corner, she gave her order to a small serving droid and settled in, tugging her skirt a little bit and easing into the fake leather seat.
Perhaps she'd see Jayna again, or that weird Jedi chick Ciri, or perhaps even other Senatorial interns, but for now, her attention was lost in the book, idly propping one foot against the booth and nibbling on her lower lip in focus as she waited for her drink.
@Sreeya
