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  A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball)
December 1, 2008 12:18:13 AM    View the profile of Sniping101 
Snipes shrugged his shoulders, even under the long coat he wore over his uniform it was cold. Very cold. Then again, that was the point. He looked around at the building he found himself in. It was large, quite large, but that was hardly it's most striking quality. There were throngs of army, civilian, stormtrooper and navy personnel milling around infront of him. Again not it's most striking quality. Nor was the cold, for it was quite cold. No, it's most striking quality was that it was made entirely out of ice. The columns, the bar, the floor, walls and ceiling were all of ice. Even the furniture and the empty glass in Snipes hand were of ice. Even Snipes was impressed. And that was getting progressively harder to do.

“How do they do that?” a voice breathed next to Snipes.

Snipes turned to his companion and followed Aeos' eyes up, to the ceiling. It was high, but Snipes had been in buildings with higher, but they weren't made of ice. “Repulsors, lift and magic.”

“Makes sense.”

Snipes smiled and stepped down from the entry hall into the main hall, or ice hall. He chuckled at his own internal joke.

“Where are you going?” Aeos called behind him.

Snipes just held out his empty glass and shook it, the ice clinked against the sides as he dissapeared into the crowd. He wandered through the people towards the bar. It was his favorite stop everywhere he went, and the drink he'd taken from his room was long gone, so it was also a logical first stop. Snipes sauntered up to the bar and tried to catch the bartenders attention, the barkeep held up a finger and Snipes nodded. In waiting Snipes took a look around, most people were wearing some sort of heavy jacket over whatever else they'd decided to wear. Snipes had feeling that by the end of the night most people would of abandoned that jacket, with so many people in such close proximity the entire hall would get warm, and chances were management would turn on some sort of shielding later to keep the place from melting and turn on some heat, so the jacket would become irrelevant.

A sharp slap on the bar caught Snipes attention and he turned around, face to face with a pretty waitress. Snipes smiled.

“Well, what are ya drinkin'?” She was smiling, Snipes had a feeling the job description required it.

“Whiskey, on the rocks.”

“One the rocks, huh?” She said, turning around to to grab the whiskey, “last person wanted me to warm their whiskey.”

“Well, as great as a warm whiskey is for an illness or sore throat, I'm feeling particularly healthy tonight.”

She laughed. Snipes turned his attention to the people around the bar and noticed something pleasant. People hadn't crowded around the bar like they often do. Oh sure there were quite a few people near it, but most of them were buying a drink and leaving. No one bothered to sit. Snipes decided he might as well pull up a stool for awhile and make himself comfortable.

The waitress must of seen it in his eyes as she turned to give him his drink because she started to say something. The damage was done before she could get a word out though. The stool was cold. Snipes should of seen that coming, it was made of ice after all. He grimaced, he could already feel it melting against his pants. It wasn't pleasant. He stood up again, smiled, thanked the waitress and wandered away, far, far away.

He wasn't immediately running into anyone he wanted to talk to particularly. He did get a few comments on his jacket from people that didn't know him though. Anyone that knew him knew that he was entirely off his rocker. The jacket hung to his ankles, it was wool, thick and light brown. Gold adorned the front around the buttons and the cuffs which were the same gaping width as the arms, turned back. Snipes didn't know where he'd picked it up but it was definitely his favorite. It made him think of pirates.

“Snipes!” It was an all too familiar voice behind him. “Snipes!”

Snipes turned around to be confronted with the face of one of his troopers. “I swear to god, Dante, if this in anyway involves missions, squad stuff, business, weapons, military or towels I am going to eat you alive.” Dante looked a little surprised, Snipes grabbed him by the shoulders, turned him around and gave him a gentle shove into the crowd. “Go, enjoy yourself, if you wake up with a hangover I'll forgive you, emphatically.” Snipes turned and scurried off.

While mingling was one of Snipes greater skills it wasn't one he particularly liked having, however try as he might he couldn't seem to find a nice dark corner to lurk in. The closest he came was to lurk by the band for a few minutes. But it was so loud he quickly understood why it seemed to be a no mans land. He once again scurried into the crowd.

“Snipes, you look grumpy.” Snipes turned around to see Kami and Angel. Snipes smiled widely, remembering his and Angels last time at a Ball.

“Hey, Angel, how long do you think it'll take us to find the wine cellar here?”

Before Angel had a chance to speak Kami spoke up, “Oh no, you two are not running off and leaving me here by myself again. Not happening.”

“Oh, just crush all my dreams.” Snipes said with a grin. He was about to continue when he remembered he'd forgotten to do something, something important, “Hey, I'll catch up with you guys later, I need to see a guy about a dog.”
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December 1, 2008 12:41:54 AM    View the profile of AlanRJ 
It had been a year since Alan had dressed up in his full dress uniform and it still felt uncomfortable today as it did back then.  Alan had arrived ahead of Lucky as she was still getting ready and had told him to go on ahead.  Alan hadn’t argued with her as it would give him some additional drinking time.

He felt incomplete somehow and he remembered what it was.  It was one of those few times in his life when he didn’t have a blaster or blasters strapped to his hip.  He felt strange not having them against him but he knew that they were not needed here.

He moved over to the bar and ordered up a Corellian ale.  It was his drink of choice and when the waitress returned with a tall glass of ale, he smiled happily.  He took the drink and took a deep long sip.  The liquid ran down his throat and he sighed happily, enjoying the taste of the ale.

Alan looked around and saw that the ball was largely populated.  It looked like there were far more many people at this year’s event than last year’s ball.  His eyes wandered over everyone and spotted some people he recognised and a lot of people he didn’t recognise.

He finished off his ale and ordered up another ale.  His eyes wandered over everyone, seeing that people were still entering the ball.  I wonder what’s keeping Lucky
Then his eyes spotted her, she looked magnificent in her dress.  He waved over to her and she smiled.  He ordered up another corellian ale for her.

“You look fantastic” said Alan

“Thank you, and you look very charming” replied Lucky.

Alan smiled as he and Lucky relaxed by the bar and drank their ales.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 1, 2008 1:49:51 PM    View the profile of Helena 
She was late. She knew she was. She stumbled down the stairs in her open toed heels, hopping on one leg trying to put the opposite of the pair on. She was frantically pacing up and down her room trying to find her earrings.

“I’m going to be late if this doesn’t end…” she sighed in a panic.

She finally found them laid out her bed, as she ran past the mirror she checked her hair was still in place and she checked for any runs in her make up. She then briskly headed for the door.

It was chilly, so she had her shawl on which could be taken off at the door. Her dress was ruffled at the bottom and deep blue in colour with spaghetti straps and V necked finish. She’d spent ages trying to find out that would look right on her. She hoped people would notice she had made an effort.

She entered the bar, took her shawl off and waltzed to the front, ordering a martini. As it came, the glass was laid down on a serviette. As she took a sip she noticed Kanderin in full uniform stood besides her, shell shocked.

“Wow…”

“What, never seen me without mud on my face?” She giggled.

Helena spun around, making her dress move elegantly around her. The sequins glimmered in the lights and reflected different colours along the floor. Helena was so glad to be in a dress for a formal occasion, she’d never been to a ball before, and she was hoping it wasn’t going to be her last.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 1, 2008 2:44:51 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
Gates pulled at the neck of his dress uniform. "God dammit, I hate this thing," he muttered darkly.

He'd entered early, and had already gawked at the ice. "Cool," he'd mumbled, then grinned at his unintentional pun.

Already, dozens of Imperials, Stormtroopers he was used to seeing in their armor in dress uniforms, some of the women looking really good.

He'd already seen some of his friends from his squad, and had pointed out some of his comrades-in-arms.

Unlike most, he didn't mind the cold, and had on only his dress uniform, his combat boots and light combat gloves. They were a lot more comfortable than the dress shoes that were part of the uniform.

Gates went to the bar, got an ale. He sipped at it. Well, being a Stormtrooper didn't mean he had to only get his ass shot off every ten seconds, then did it? And the parties were good, at least.

He wondered what was in store this year.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 1, 2008 3:33:38 PM    View the profile of Zeshaun 
Zeshaun felt very uncomfortable in his dress uniform and he wasn't a very social person to begin with but having this ridiculous outfit on made it even less desirable. How come the girls get to wear dresses Zeshaun thought observing the very many pretty girls walking around. I think I might rather wear a dress than this thing.

Zeshaun walked over to the overly crowded bar. He was not used to seeing this many people from the corp at the same time. The only large gathering he had been to was the reception for Lucky and Alan's wedding.

"Hey Zesh." Alan said from a couple spots down.

Zeshaun turned to see Alan and Lucky sitting together. "Hey guys." Zeshaun ordered an ale.

"What have you been up to?" Lucky asked.

"I've been hiding." Zeshaun said

"Why?" Their was a hint of concern in Lucky's voice.

"So no one could see me in this uniform." Zeshaun said smiling.

Alan started laughing. "You'll get used to it, everyone does."

Zeshaun picked up his ale. "Well I'll see you two around."

"Bye" They both said.

Zeshaun went toward the widows and stood by them, he let the cool breeze wash over him. He watched the rest of the party from that spot. I really should learn to be more social Zeshaun thought seeing the people mingling amongst each other.

"Hey Zesh, you look lonely." Nick and Requiem came over to him, they were both holding drinks.

"Do I?" Zeshaun said pointing at himself "I was trying to go for the 'don't come near me' look."

Nick laughed. "Why?"

"You know I hate social gatherings." Zeshaun said.

"We should change that." Requiem said.

"Yeah I think a couple of ale's will change it." Zeshaun said with a smile.

Requiem laughed. "See you're a funny guy, go out there and have fun."

Zeshaun sighed. It seemed they would not leave him alone until he went and socialized so he started making his way over to the main party. I'm just not sure how many girls, guys even, who are going to open up fully to a trandoshan. Zeshaun thought
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 1, 2008 5:11:17 PM    View the profile of Maze 
It was magnificent. There was certainly no denying that. A bit fragile, but he didn't really expect this to turn into a combat mission. A drunk brawl between Army and Navy maybe, but a real fight, no.

“May I take your coat, sir?” a coat checker inquired politely.

Peeling his eyes away from the ceiling Maze turned towards the man, giving him a reptilian smile.

“That'd be wonderful”, he found himself saying and handed the man his black coat.

Picking a small, most probably imaginary, speck of dust off his red uniform the Falleen turned around towards the foyer again and sighed. He might not have been the touchy feely type, but he admired beauty, and this was beyond beautiful. The Reflections, the decorations, the bar. This was promising to become a splendid evening indeed.

Walking into the main hall he could hear slow Bith Jazz being played, getting the rest of the troopers into the mood. The area around the bar was crowded, so that he decided to simply take a glass of a waiters tray. Ice, as well. How interesting. It was cold to the touch even through his gloves. Maze took a sip and smiled. This was by no means bad whiskey. Au contraire, it was quite exquisite.

Standing a little bit to the side, as he hadn't encountered anyone he knew Maze beheld a figure walking towards him. He bowed his head slightly as she arrived.

“Second Lieutenant Aeos, what a pleasure to see you.”, the Falleen said calmly, offering a small smile to his former squadleader.

Bowing herself Ae replied

“Sergeant Kel'Shadar, I am delighted to see that you attend. How are things going in your neck of the woods?”

“Classified, as usual. But let us not talk about our profession on such a day, instead why don't we see if we can get the band to play a waltz and see if you Army folks learned dancing as well.”

“That sounds like a good idea, lets go for it.”

Maze offered his arm, and the two of them left for the dancefloor.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 1, 2008 5:13:05 PM    View the profile of Ron-Goron 
Ron was smoking at a corner table in the room.  His collar was up- and open, his cuffs were unbuttoned, and his hair fell about his face.  He was- to say the least- disheveled. He took a pull at a beer bottle, disregarding the formality of using a glass, and looked about the room for any single women.  Most of them were hanging about with their dates- or were hanging on their dates- and those that were not so obviously taken mingled in the crowd.  If it was later- Ron might have considered getting up and joining.  But the night was still early, and he was still sober.

Ron left the unfinished beer bottle and walked over to the bar.  Walking around several dancing couples, and other chatting groups, he found a vacant chair at the long bar table.

"What will it be?" asked the bartender.

"Whiskey." Ron replied.

He watched as she- the bartender- filled the small glass with the desired drink.  She was lean and tall, a brunette with brown eyes and a thin nose; very pretty, and probably would have looked even more attractive- had she not donned the outfit of a bartender that night.

"Here you go." she said.  Ron pulled out the credits, and then said to her as she turned away,

"How did you get stuck working here?"

She turned, smiled and replied.  "I didn't get stuck doing anything.  They needed someone to make the drinks tonight- I didn't have a date and I need the pay- so I decided to work at the bar."

"Well, its one way to spend your evening." Ron mused.

"Better than some." she said, while wiping off the counter top.  "You don't seem to be having such a fine night either." she said suddenly.

"Oh, I'm just taking it easy." replied Ron.

"I'll say." she laughed.  "Is that a uniform you're wearing?"

"Yes." replied Ron.  "I'm not dressed to impress, I'm dressed for comfort."

"You should have come in pajamas then." she responded.

"Not a bad idea." thought Ron.

"Well I'll probably button up later tonight." he replied,

"Oh really?" she said.  "What's the occasion?"

"Well I'll have to look a little decent if I'm going to any dancing."

"You dance?" she laughed. 

"Yes." Ron said.  "Do you?  Or are you the 'I don't dance type'?"

"When I'm not working here I do." she said.  "Why?"

"Just wondering." smirked Ron.  "Do you work all night then?"

"Till eleven." she said.

"And then, you'll join the party?" asked Ron.

"Probably not." she grinned. 

"Well."  Ron said.  "You just might want to."  And with that he finished off his drink and headed back to the corner table.


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December 1, 2008 5:37:04 PM    View the profile of Nick 
Nick was dressed down in a coruscanti-styled suit. He wasn’t really much of a dancer, but the drinks were always great. To Nick, the room was huge. Alone, it was a beautiful piece of art. It was a shame about the cold though, Nick hated cold. Everything seemed to be made of ice, which gave the ball a feeling of high class.

Countless amounts of imperial citizens and military personnel were present. They all dressed in formal suits. Some of the suits were of a extraordinary design, similar to his, which was from coruscant. He doubted that a lot of the people were from coruscant.

Guess I’m not the only one with style. Nick thought.


He and Requiem watched as Zeshaun went towards a group of other imperials. Nick knew it wouldn’t be easy for him, but he was glad he was making an effort for it.

Now it was his turn. he needed something to do. He saw people greet eachother, begin dancing or get something to drink. That last one sounded like the best choice. He went to get a shot.

‘’One shot of whiskey.’’ He ordered.

The man behind the counter soon enough let down a drink on the counter. Nick grabbed onto the drink, and sipped away. Soon enough, he continued to ask for reloads until he became slightly dizzy.

‘’Alright, that’s enough for now.’’ Nick said. He hopped off his seat and went towards his table.
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December 1, 2008 6:04:46 PM    View the profile of -_Requiem_- 
Requiem shuffled in his Coruscant Flux black and grey suit. He rustled with the bow until it was loose enough for him to breath freely. Requiem looked around the room to see the rest of his squad and some others higher in the Chain of command around the Ball room conversing and going toward the bar frequently seems I'm not the only one feeling a little awkward here Requiem walked down toward the bar, he began to tap the bar and than nodded when the bartender looked in his direction and than walked over.

" What can I get ya' " The Bartender looked unusual in his suit and the look on his face told Requiem he didn't even want to be in it.

" Uh. . . a shot of rum please " Requiem slowly grabbed the rum from the bartender's hand and than looked at the drink. Requiem than shook his head and downed it in a quick motion. Requiem coughed at the drink and than in a wispy voice:

" Hand me another. . . " The bartender looked to Requiem and than shook his head and handed Requiem another glass.

Requiem swore he heard the bartender whisper under his breath " Light-weight " but a couple more drinks and he began to not care. Requiem began to feel social enough and walked away from the bar. He followed towards a group of female's on the other end of the bar and than slowly shook his head [i] time to work my magic [i] Requiem looked to the Nick and Zeshaun in the room and than continued in the same pace towards his destination.
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December 1, 2008 6:55:06 PM    View the profile of Hunter-Morrell 
Jori was about to walk in the building when he stopped, tugging on the collar of his dress uniform while doing so make sure it wasn't ruffled up anywhere.

Jeez I hate this thing. I guess I'm just going to have to adjust to it... however long that takes. Hopefully, the ball will take my mind of this stupid uniform. I don't see why our regular Stormtrooper armor wouldn't do. Its a heck of a lot more comfortable than this.

He walked forward a step and opened the door. Again, he stopped, this time wowed by all the ice. Stepping forward, he tested the ice floor to see if it was safe to stand on, even though people were standing and dancing just mere feet from him. He heard a familiar voice and looked up to see Jager standing there with a goofy look on his face and an empty beer bottle in each hand.

"C'mon in, Jori. Its fine. Look." Jager said, jumping up and down.

Jori grinned and confidently took a step, ending up on his butt a moment later when his feet slipped out from underneath him.

"Ahhhh... that hurt." Jori said as he rubbed his butt.

He got up slowly, finally making it to his feet to see Jager laughing his head off at the accident. Angry, Jori leaped forward at Jager and satisfied when Jager jumped back, tripped, and fell down. Then it was Jori's turn to laugh and he took it. Stepping over to Jager, he held out his hand and helped Jager up.

"Now you know how I feel." Jori said as he moved away to find some more familiar faces.

He passed by the dance floor and saw Angel, his current squad leader, and Kami, his former squad leader, dancing to the beat of a slow song that obviously popular. Catching Kami's eye, he waved to her and got a wave in return. Angel noticed and looked to see what she was waving at. Spotting Jori, he nodded and Jori returned the gesture. Jori moved on, aiming for the bar. After managing to slip through the dense crowd surrounding the bar and stepping on quite a few toes, he emerged at the bar and found a seat. Immediately jumping up off it, he realized the stools were made of ice. He looked up at the bartender expecting him to be laughing, but was surprised when the bartender wasn't.

"I've saw over a hundred people do the same exact thing so it doesn't surprise me anymore. So what do you want?" the bartender said.

"Uh... a Corellian Ale please." Jori replied.

The bartender turned to get it and Jori looked out over the crowd, scanning for anybody he could chat with.

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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 1, 2008 7:22:25 PM    View the profile of Zeshaun 
Zeshaun looked around the room and realized that him and Alan were in a minority in wearing their dress uniforms. Damn. I wish I knew before hand. He thought of an idea. He decided to get out his old ceremonial trandoshan dress. He used this as an excuse to leave the party for a time.

"Leaving so early?" Alan caught him while he was going out of the door.

"I'm actually going to go get changed." Zeshaun said a little embarrassed.

"Sure you are, I better see you back here." Alan said laughing.

Zeshaun nodded and ran up the stairs to his quarters. He searched through his whole closet and whipped out a bundle from the back of his closet.

"There you are." Zeshaun mumbled to himself.

He quickly changed into a black pair of very loose plants. He had a large silver belt buckle right in the center. He had thin leather armor that covered his torso. He had an elegant cloak that was a slightly darker shade of green than his own scales. He admired himself in the mirror and then went back to the party.

He walked back through the doors and his outfit turned a couple of heads.

"You were serious." Alan said coming up to him again. "You look good."

"You think so?" Zeshaun asked.

"Yeah, what is that anyways?' Alan said making a sweeping motion toward Zeshaun's outfit.

"It's the traditional trandoshan dress clothes, I brought it with me." Zeshaun said.

"Well you look nice." Alan said walking back toward the bar.

Zeshaun followed him, he came up to the bar and ordered an ale, he couldn't help but notice how everyone's eyes were on him.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 1, 2008 9:14:30 PM    View the profile of Verkur 
Verk stood at the top of the stairs that lead down into the main hall, his gaze drifting over the crowd below, as well as the building itself. Neat trick… Wonder how they’re going to keep it from melting? Verk smirked and made his way down the small flight of stairs and over to the coat checker.

“May I take your coat, sir?” the man behind the counter asked.

Verk nodded and handed over his black coat. Verk looked down at himself in his dress uniform, the few medals he had glinting in the light having just been polished a few hours before. He felt vulnerable in the uniform. More often then not he was in his regulation storm trooper armor which provided a decent amount of protection. This wouldn’t stop a fork.

Shaking his head Verk put on a smile and waded into the crowd, making his way to the bar first to see if there was anyone there he knew, and then to get himself a drink. The going was slow, mostly due to the fact that there was quite a few people already here, added on to the fact that the entire floor was made of ice.

Not too long after exiting the crowd Verk found himself at the bar. The first two people he saw were Jori and Jager, Both were standing at the bar, the former looking around with a glass in his hand and the latter downing another glass of ale. I wonder if he is ever without booze? Verk asked himself as he smiled and walked up to his two former squad mates.

“Hey Jager, don’t drink so fast or you might choke.” Verk said over the hum of the band.

Jager spit his drink all over the bar when he heard the voice. Turning around he saw Verk standing there smiling. “Nice uniform Verk. Glad that you’re back with us, how’ve you been?” He asked smiling and clasping his friends had. “Things could be better. How have you two been?” Jager just shrugged. “It’s been ok. We really have not been doing too much. We had a training sim the other day.” Jori finally answered. Verk nodded. “I need a drink. I’ll see you two around.”

Nodding Verk moved to an empty spot on the bar and ordered some whiskey. He was a bit surprised when he found that the glass was made of ice. Smirking he took a sip of the amber liquid. Without any actual ice in it, the whiskey was quite cold as it ran down his throat. Taking another sip Verk turned around and waited to see if he could spot anyone else he knew, or if anyone spotted him.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 1, 2008 10:58:18 PM    View the profile of Brightstar 
Bright made it all the way to the stairway of the main hall before she started to have second thoughts about going to this ball. Sure she was all dressed up and all but she was unsure of why she had decided to go considering she'd just gotten out of the infirmary a couple days earlier. She lingered at the top of the stairs staring down at all the other troopers she both knew and didn't know. She watched them move here and move there and smiled at the jokes that filtered up to her ears.

She switched her attention to the environment and had to stifle a gasp of suprise when she realized everything in view, save the many beings around her, was made completely of ice. With her real hand, Bright reached out to touch one of the miniature figures that stood next to the banister of the stairs. She wasn't totally suprised when she realized it was cold. Still she was rather impressed.

"You know its too bad we couldn't wear Casual-Formal dress for this occation," A familiar voice said behind her. Bright knew who it was imediately. A smile played on her lips but she didn't turn to face the man standing directly behind her either. She dropped her hand to her side.

"Why do you say that?" The Sergeant asked casually but with a hint of humor.

"Oh for reasons I may or may not reveal." The man said before taking her hand and leading her down the stairs. Bright would have protested if it had been anyone other than Jelly Bean doing the leading. In fact if she had been in a fighting mood she would have protested even if it was Jelly. Instead she just smiled and followed slightly behind the taller man. He led her to a chair on the east wall near the bar.

Looking into the crowd again Bright saw many familiar faces. Not the least of which being Corporals Jori and Jager. She grinned at them and gave them a slight wave. Also in sight was a very familiar face indeed. Corporal Verkur had also found his way to the bar for a drink himself. By the color of the liquid in his glass, Bright guessed it was straight wiskey. She shook her head and let her gaze wonder.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 2, 2008 3:55:24 AM    View the profile of Jager 
"I swear if I hear another officer drop a clumsy pick-up line, I'm gonna go postal." Jager mumbled as a lieutenant across the bar asked a female private if she would like to 'Inspect his arsenal' to which she giggled drunkenly.

"You say something?" Jori asked, with a feint tone of interest.

Jager shook his head and waited for Jori to resume his scanning of the crowd before he quickly switched his empty glass for Jori's full one, immediately downing it to avoid any suspicion.

Jori reached back and went to take a sip out of his now empty glass,
"Hey, where's my drink gone?"

"You drank it" Jager stated, "Maybe you should lay off the hooch for a while, your starting to worry the rest of the squad"

"Pfft, says the walking distillery" Jori retorted.

Jager paused for a moment before he conceded defeat,

"Touché"

The two returned to their silence, Jori continued his crowd scanning while Jager sat looking disinterested. The place was full of higher ups in immaculate dress uniforms with either young trophy girlfriends, a few of which had to be professional escorts or older looking wives who stood, drink in hand, with their older command type husbands. Littered among these groups of corps elite were pseudo-drunk, horny low ranking officers and the occasional lucky general infantry men who managed to score an invitation to this usually closed ball.

Standing around staring at this scene was slowly killing Jager and the sound of another officer laying the ground work  for a pick-up attempt was the straw that broke the proverbial camels back.

"I gotta get out of here" Jager stated, his eye twitching slightly as if something in side of him had broken. Hastily he began looking for an exit. The main doors were to far away and he'd probably lose it long before he got there, so they were out of the question. His searching slowly grew more desperate when a man in a red blazer walked past carrying a tray of drinks... Then it hit Jager, escape through the kitchen.

The waiter snaked his way among the patrons with Jager in close pursuit. Within no time the two arrived at the large, yet well concealed white doors that led into the kitchen. Jager strode confidently in after the waiter, the first rule of entering places you don't belong is look as if your meant to be there. A few of the catering staff eyeballed Jager as he passed but a simple, acknowledging nod of the head alleviated any major suspicion of course if anyone stopped and asked who he was would see that he had no place in the kitchen, but Jager was confident that they were all far to busy to say anything... or care for that fact. Jager continued his stride through the kitchen, 'liberating' a bottle of wine off an unattended counter. Before he knew it he had reached the service entrance.

Triumphantly, he took a step outside. It had been raining earlier, leaving the rear area with a lovely shine as the overhead lights hit the puddles of stagnant water. Jager lent against the hand rail, taking in the melancholy atmosphere when an all to familiar smell wafted from behind a series of large dumpsters... Cigarettes... a commodity that Jager was fresh out of. With a quick swig from the wine bottle he was carrying, Jager went to investigate the source of the smell. A group of six catering staff were loitering behind the last can and began staring as Jager came into view.

The six sat quietly smoking, some still staring at Jager while others had lost interest or didn't have any in the first place.

After moments of silence one of the female staff spoke up,

"Can we help you?" she stated, Jager could sense the agitation in her voice but he was interrupting their smoke break and he'd be a bit pissed to if the roles were reversed.

"No" Jager responded calmly. The group didn't seem to phased by his presence. After several more moments of silence one of the male staff dropped his cigarette and stood on it,

"I'll trade you the rest of my cigarettes for that bottle of wine"

Jager stood contemplating the deal, then quickly took another swig from the wine bottle,

"Deal"

The waiter tossed the half empty packet to Jager, who tossed the wine bottle in return. After taking a few quick drags on his cigarette, Jager breathed a sigh of relief. These were his kind of people, in his kind of environment... all he needed now was some form of gambling and it would perfect. Of course he always came prepared...

"Anyone up for a game of craps?" Jager stated as he pulled a set of dice out of his pocket. At first all he got was a few raised eyebrows from the staff after all, who carries around a set of dice with them...

"I'm in" The waiter who traded Jager for the wine announced as he pulled a few credits out of his blazer pocket. Within a few moments the majority of the staff had thrown a few credits into the mix, Jager smirked... perhaps tonight wasn't going to suck as hard as he first anticipated.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 2, 2008 7:09:07 AM    View the profile of Kanderin Draken 
Kanderin smiled to himself as he watched officer after officer succumb to the large amounts of alcohol they were consuming. A few minutes of far too frantic dancing would see them collapsed on the floor, only for their squad members to dash over and drag them away. It would never be more than five minutes before they found their way back to the floor however, and the whole cycle would repeat. For a black tie event, it sure was funny to watch.

"You want another drink?" Helena giggled, trying to reach her way over the bar without rolling right over it and revealing herself to the world.

"Nah, I'm not supposed to be drinking remember" Kanderin smiled back, offering out a hand to support her.

"Since when?"

"I only got out of the operating theatre this morning, remember?"

"Ah yeah that thing again. I thought you'd be speaking like a robot now?" Helena cried out after finishing the sentence, jumping back onto her stool now clutching two large bottles of champagne, grinning wildly like a small child with sweets.

"This isn't the dark ages you know" Kanderin smiled back. "He gave me a statistic..."'The voice enhancer will recreate your voice to a 99.9% accuracy'..I think"

"Sounds snazzy"

"Very snazzy. Been trying to talk them to download some other languages into it, but no deal so far"

Helena had apparently lost interest long ago, already being a good way through the first champagne bottle. It was then Kand noticed Antos and Anival heading towards them, both eyeing the second bottle with a look of salvation.

"I wouldn't touch that you guys" Kanderin grinned, nodding his glass of lemonade towards them.

"Ah come on, it look's so tasty..." Antos started, trying not to dribble.

"Is it worth your manhood?"

"No..probably not" Anival shrugged.

"Then dont even consider trying to take it off her"
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 2, 2008 7:32:47 AM    View the profile of Helena 
Helena gulped loudly, slamming the fully consumed Champaign bottle on the bar, closely followed by her ripping the cork out of the second and gulping it.

“Slow down will you?!” Kand called out.

Helena sighed loudly before giving it to Antos. Before anyone could speak, Antos began necking the bottle down. Helena began giggling uncontrollably. He gave her a quick glare before coming up for air.

“What?”

“You do know I spat in that don’t you?” She giggled, along with Kand and Anival.

Antos dropped the bottle behind the bar and began frantically rubbing his tongue as if he was trying to get it off.

“You honestly didn’t think I’d give you a free bottle of alcohol now would you?”

“I thought you were being nice…”

“Helena, nice? You have got to be kidding me” Anival cried out over the music.

She gave him a quick glare before jumping off her stool elegantly, and dragging Kand off to the dance floor.

“I don’t dance…”

“Better learn quickly then!” She grinned.

The music filled the room; it seemed to be quite up beat as Helena moved her body to the beat. Kanderin on the other hand seemed to be having a seizure in the middle of the floor. His body would go one way, but his arms and legs the other. His head would bob up and down now and again.

“You weren’t kidding were you?” She giggled.

He sighed as Helena took his hand and guided him, showing him the beat in the music. He seemed to be making a little progress, but not much.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 2, 2008 3:27:28 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
Gates had managed to round up a half dozen privates who were doing nothing, to help the seriously drunk.

He'd invited them a into a pool on which officers would force themselves back onto the dance floor the most times, and he was winning.

"Hey, here he goes again. My god, this guy is relentless. Hey, corporal, go help that guy. He just fell over and spilled champagne everywhere. And relieve him of the bottle."

The soldier in question walked over and helped the drunk officer to his feet, and pried the bottle from his hands in one deft motion. Gates turned to the bar, and asked for another bottle of champagne and a few more glasses.

The barman raised an eyebrow but handed over the asked for objects.

On the other side of the bar, a couple drunks tried to pick up their glasses. "Shay," slurred one, pointing at Gates, "He ain't haff drunk!"

"Of course I'm not, gentlemen, I only drink on duty," Gates responded straight-faced.

The two men hiccuped and laughed drunkenly, and threw back another couple drinks.

Gates returned to the small group he'd collected, and passed out glasses to the morons who'd managed to break theirs.

A couple passed, the woman being dragged by a drunk man.

"Excuse me, sergeant," the woman waved. "Can you help me here?"

Gates tapped the man, "Lieutenant, if you would please let go of the woman, please."

"Huh? Oh, shorry." the man let go, and looked at his hands, looking vaguely confused.

He stumbled off. "Ooh, private, go chase him, he's yours, and you're out!"

The private in question sighed and followed the officer.

Gates looked around at his comrades. "You know, this is pretty interesting!"
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 2, 2008 7:04:28 PM    View the profile of Nick 
Nick was bored out of his mind at this point. There was not much to do that he would agree with. He would rather do some target practice, but it wasn’t the smartest idea to fire a blaster at someones drink. He looked into the crowd, looking for a sign of Zeshaun.

Hope hes having a better time than I am. Nick thought.

Nick sat down at his table, drinking something Non-alcoholic for a change. It was definitely a better choice, and he didn’t feel dizzy when he finished his cup. However, he knew he would always come back to a good Ale.

He turned towards Requiem, who was talking to a group of women in the distance. Nick observed Requiems movements.

‘’Yeah… Hes drunk.’’ Nick said.

‘’Whos drunk ?’’ A voice said behind him.

Nick turned, facing Zeshaun.

‘’Requiem..’’ Nick said, pointing to the man who seemed to be ‘dancing’.

Zeshaun laughed. ‘’Well, at least hes enjoying himself.

‘’And your not?’’ Nick said, confused.

Zeshaun shook his head, ‘’A bit.. And by the looks of it, neither are you.’’

Draxen shrugged. ‘’That makes too of us.

Zeshaun left the table and went back to the group of people. Nick was soon going to die of boredom.

‘’Alright, maybe theirs some sort of gaming area..’’ Nick wondered. He then started to explore the room.
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December 2, 2008 8:18:28 PM    View the profile of Antos 
Antos woke up from his bed and realized that he was late for the ball. He rushed to his closet and looked at his tuxedo. Antos grabbed his armor from the other hanger and strapped on his armor.Safety first. He then grabbed his tuxedo and wore it over his armor only showing some of it through his arms. Antos straightened his tie on his tuxedo and then left the building immediately. Antos jumped on his land speeder and drove quickly to the building.Man why did mom have to buy me this monkey suit?When Antos arrived to the ball, he adjusted his armor so it won't show as much through appearance. He jumped out of his land speeder and silently entered the ball with out disturbing any body.

He looked around and was impressed by the person who made it. Antos walked towards the bar and sat himself down on a stool. He motioned for the bartender to come towards Antos.

"What do you want kid?" said the bartender

"First of all, I'm a young adult, not a kid. I would like some whiskey.."

"Fine fine don't blow a vein." said the bartender going to get some whiskey

Antos sighed to himself when he looked at all the people dancing on the floor. Let's just hope no one asks me to dance... The bartender placed the ice glass full of whiskey on the counter where Antos was. Antos took the ice glass and took a sip of it and placed it on the counter. Well this is some fun...
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 2, 2008 8:59:23 PM    View the profile of Luckystar 
Lucky drank her ale slowly, savoring its every drop and watched all the happenings around her. People were clustered in groups talking, she could hear some laughter though it seemed distant to her. While she was looking around, she saw many familiar faces. Verkur and Brightstar looked to be deep in conversation, even Nick and Zeshaun had come to the Ball.


After a little while, she saw Zeshaun move toward the bar and order an ale. He had gone to change into some more proper clothing earlier and she had to admit that he looked handsome. In fact, she liked most of what the men were wearing, she wished they could dress in that manner more often. Even though she knew it could be uncomfortable in dress suits and even her dress sometimes, she found herself wondering why they only had one formal occasion a year.

Once his ale had arrived and he had taken a sip, she smiled just as he was turning his face towards her.

"Hi, Lucky"

"Hello, Zeshaun. You look nice tonight."

"Thank you ma'am, I can say the same about you."

She blushed slightly and gave Alan a quick kiss before turning back to Zeshaun who hadn't taken his eyes away from them.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"I am indeed. There are so many new faces in here, didn't know there were so many people in the Army. The place is packed."

"It is indeed. What fascinates me the most about this year's ball is the decorations. isn't it beautiful how they can decorate with ice?"

"Aye."

"Christmas is almost here. I can feel it in the air."
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December 3, 2008 7:20:49 AM    View the profile of AlanRJ 
Lucky and Alan had finished their ale's and Alan looked over at her.  She looked simply stunning in her dress and although Alan was not the world's greatest dancer, he knew that he simply had to get her onto the dance floor.

"Shall we?" asked Alan as he held out his arm.

"Oh yes" replied Lucky as she intermingled her arm around his.

Alan led her to the dance floor just as the current music was finishing and a new one was just starting.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and they started dancing, swaying to the music.

The last time Alan had danced with Lucky was back at their wedding reception and this was their first ball together as a married couple.  He wished that there were more formal events like this one as it brought everyone together in a happy and relaxed environment.  Rather than meeting up with friends on the battlefield.

Alan and Lucky swayed in unison across the dance floor.  Overhead, a glitter ball bounced light across the dance floor making it look like a magical place.  Alan gazed into Lucky's eyes and kissed her softly.  She smiled and kissed him back.

Alan leaned into her and whispered "I love you".

Her eyes sparkled and she smiled warmly and replied "I love you too".

The song was over and Alan was about to head back over to the bar for a rest and more importantly, another drink.

"No you don't" giggled Lucky as she wrapped her arms around Alan and pulled him back.

"Another?" queried Alan as he smiled at her.

"You bet" replied Lucky.

A new song started and this was a much more romantic song than the last one had been.  Wrapping his arms around her waist, Alan pulled Lucky close to him and they danced and swayed to the music.  Alan thought to himself how much he loved every second of this and how much he wanted the music to never stop.
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December 3, 2008 2:15:55 PM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Ibram got out of the hover limo, his Navy Dress Uniform sitting uncomfortably around his body. Ever since he had been promoted to Ensign and made an atachee to Denethor in his capacity has the NXO, he had been thrust rather unwillingly into a whole new social network - The Officer Class.

He'd only observed it from the outside so far, but now that he was actually a part of it, he wasn't sure if he was up to the task. He was essentially a lower-class scrum from the streets of Yaga Minor.

Looking up at the entrance way, he turned back to the limosine and held out his hand for the other occupant.

Making sure to show off her legs first, Mira O'Riley took Ibram's hand and stepped coyley out of the flashy car, a big smile plastered all over her face. Ibram couldn't help but grin in turn.

She may be rough around the edges, he thought. But deep down she's just like any other girl. They love feeling rich and famous.

Things had been a little tense between the two the past couple of weeks. Ever since the 'Special Circumstances' incident, and Ibram's promotion after the battle at Roku Tan, he had found himself getting busier and busier as time went on, and Mira had been feeling left out as a result. There had been a fair few arguments about it.

With the holidays approaching, at least for those who beleived in such things, Ibram saw his first official invitation to the Imperial Ball as a chance to rebuild forgotten bridges. His new salary had let him treat Mira to a day of beautification, followed by a shopping trip for a dress. Whilst Mira had acted un concerned at first, he knew enough about her to know that she liked being 'just a girl' every now and then.

He kissed her on the hand and took her arm into his.

"Shall we?" he said with a grin.

"You kidding? I've been waiting ages to be able to go to this gig! Tomas would never take me."

Ibram always internally winced when he was compared to his good friend and former commanding officer, but he knew Mira didn't mean it in a malicous way.

Mira was dressed in a stunning black number, which really showed off her figure. In fact, the reason why they were turning up so 'fashionably' late is because Ibram had had to show Mira just how much he liked the dress....

They made there way towards the door.

"Ibram Tyrol, one guest."

"Of course sir, step on through." The doorman said.

As Ibram and Mira entered the grand hallway, he couldn't help but whistle in awe.

If only dad could see me now...

Arm in arm, the couple walked towards the party.
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December 3, 2008 6:27:49 PM    View the profile of Zeshaun 
The sound of the new song caught Zeshaun's ear. It was a very elegant sounding music but very easy to listen to. He sat at the bar watching the people dancing and enjoying the music.

"Your not going to join in on the dacning?" A voice said.

Lucky stood behind him with Alan, they had just come off the dance floor themselves. "No I think I'm just going to watch for a while, if I drink a couple more of these," Zeshaun said pointing to his ale, "I might change my mind."

Alan laughed, "Okay, maybe I'll see you in a half-hour."

Zeshaun chuckled, "Okay, maybe less."

Zeshaun downed the last of his drink and ordered another. He took a quick sip and put it down on the counter and watched the dancer's again.

They sure look like they're having fun, Zeshaun thought, he looked at his drink The drinks must getting to my head. Zeshaun smiled.

He got up from the counter and took his drink toward a table with food on it. He grabbed a plate and started to put some food on it. He got some bread, slices of cheese and little bits of meats and fish. He sat at a table with his drink and looked down at his plate This meal deserves more than an ale. Zeshaun thought. He waved down a waiter.

"How can I help you." The waiter asked whipping out his pad.

"Could I have two Correllian whiskeys please." Zeshaun said.

"two sir?" The waiter said skeptically.

"Yes two." Zeshaun repeated.

"Right away." The waiter went off toward the bar mumbling something about how soldiers always seemed to drink to much.
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December 4, 2008 1:36:09 AM    View the profile of Fury 
It wasn't that he hated going to the ball. He was just really, really tired.

Retirement was supposed to be relaxing, but going full-tilt into store business was a whole magnitude of work beyond normal.

That, and he really missed Bob. A lot. Some psychic Force mumbo-jumbo sign must have blinked on the moment he retired and the assassins came a'running. He'd had seven attempts on his life in the past three weeks. Nothing serious, but he was seriously considering some bodyguards, as much as it galled him. Both Kuin and Paler were jumping out of their skins at every perceived threat.

But not tonight. He was deep in Imperial space and had a lot of goodwill stocked up with these folks. Or so he hoped.

That, and he was advertising the newest fighter design from Etchik Shipwrights, the Shriek Hawk Assault Fighter. Sure, he should have used a comfortable shuttle, or even the Kodama, but part of his job was to advertise the items he sold. So he was.

He set down the fighter on the short landing platform and climbed out. A few ground crew were already assembling to check out the unfamiliar design. He went to one of the empty bomb canisters (He had lasers and ions and torps, but bombs to a ball? How gauche!) and pulled out his suit carrier and a case of bottles. Passing out a few of the fifths of Corellian whiskey he had on him did much to make sure his ship would be safe.

Changing in the pilot's lounge, he caught a ground shuttle to the hall. "Nice touch," he thought, looking at the beautiful ice sculpture/mansion that was hosting the ball. He had a couple bottles of smoke whiskey on him. One of them went to the two guards holding post at the valet drop-off the shuttle left him at. The other he was taking inside.

The balls were fun, but the drinks got kind of pedestrian once the evening went on and the good stuff disappeared. So he had a ready reserve.  Taking the cue of most of the Corps leadership, he found a wall to hug and began to take in the scene before committing to any conversation.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 4, 2008 4:04:46 AM    View the profile of Jager 
Jager had racked in a little over five hundred credits from the catering staff. The shift changes had helped keep the game fresh and the credits flowing. Of course Jager was using loaded dice... after all, whats the point of winning if you cant take them for all their worth and then some. His plan was working out perfectly, the catering staff would come and go from their breaks which would stop them from wising up to his little scam, then after he had a reasonable amount of credits and other forms of payment he would up and leave.

The only problem was that one of the catering staff went overboard with his placement of bets laying down five hundred credits, a lovely gold plated watch and his wedding ring. And as expected he lost the lot... this of course caused him to panic. Almost immediately after losing he left, raising little suspicion or notice from Jager. The catering staff continued to lose their money and after a while people just started to guess that something was up. They had no proof of this, but it was obvious.

A few of the brave staff members remained, but then soon followed their colleagues back inside. Jager smirked triumphantly. He had single handedly racked in about a thousand credits, along with a lovely watch and ring which he would try to sell later on. With a slight swagger in his step Jager went to go back inside to grab a few more drinks before the bar closed. As he reached the end of the row of dumpsters the catering staff member who had lost his wedding ring and watch stepped out, blocking Jagers way.

The two stood silent, staring each other down. The caterer was considerably shorter then Jager and a little on the weedy side. After several minutes of staring Jager went to side step the man, who quickly blocked his way.

"Well?" Jager stated impatiently

The caterer stood silently trying to avoid eye contact with Jager. The timid, wanting something act was starting to ware really thing with Jager, he had places to go and things to drink... and if this kept up the bar would be long closed when he got there.

"If you want something, say it... or get out of my way" Jager announced agitantly

"I... I want my stuff back" the Caterer managed to stammer weakly.

Jager was taken back, it took balls to ask for your money back after an illegal game of back alley craps, it wasn't going to get his stuff back but still.

"All bets are finally" Jager replied, attempting to side step the Caterer but again failing.

"Just, just hand me my stuff back and there wont be any trouble"

Jager had to use all of his self control to stop himself from bursting into hysterics

"Trouble?, what... you gonna jump me or something?" He inquired

"The ring, Just the ring and I'll go"

Spite, by Jagers definition was 'feeling a need to see others suffer' and at the moment he was in the mood for a big helping of it.

"Uh, I could... but I'd feel better if I kept the ring"

The Caterer began to turn a little red out of anger. Jager took a few steps back to get a better view, it was possibly the oddest thing he had seen in a long while.

"I'am going to ask you one more time, give me the ring back please."

Jager snickered, "I love it how you actually said please... but no"

This appeared to be the finally straw for the Caterer. Clumsily he reached into his pocket and pulled what looked to be a small switch blade.

"You should of bet that instead of the ring" Jager stated, "Its nice"

The Caterer flicked the blade out and waved it slightly,

"The ring!" He ordered, advancing slowly

Jager raised his hand, "Oh... the ring, I'am sorry I'll get it at once." With that he reached into his Jacket and removed his M3.

"Wait, this isnt the ring... well, I guess its close enough" he announced sarcastically.

The Caterer halted his advance. Jager could see the regret building in him, realizing that he had bought a knife to a gun fight.

"Now, run along and serve your drinks... I dont feel like shooting someone, but that could change. I've had quite a bit to drink" A fact which was truer then Jager would of liked to admit. In his current state he doubted if he could actually hit the Caterer, but he was hoping the fear of being shot was enough to make him back off.

In an instant it happened, a small black object with a shiny end appeared infront of Jager, It was the switch blade. Luckily for him throwing knives at people only worked in the holo-vids, instead he was hit dead center in the forehead by the handle which still hurt considerably.

"The fuck', Ouch... dammit" Jager muttered as he rubbed his forehead. In his temporarily incapacitated state  the Caterer saw his chance and landed a haymaker into the right side of Jager's face.

The attack was terribly ineffective, only pissing Jager off more. After his valiant attempt to king hit the trooper had failed the Caterer backed off, a tactic which Jager was going to have none of. Holstering his M3 as he advanced on the Caterer and with a little over emphasized wind up he socked the him dead center in the face.

The Caterer went down like a sack of Bantha dung. Seeing that he was victorious Jager threw his arms in the air and took in the praise of the imaginary spectators. This was truly a victory for the Corps. Unbeknown to him some of the kitchen staff had heard the commotion and called the security forces. Somewhere inbetween Jager holstering his weapon and throwing his arms in the air they had arrived and taken up positions blocking any escape.

After several seconds of praise taking Jager dropped his arms and opened his eyes. It took a few moments to register that their were security force officers to his left and right.

"Even'in officer" he greeted in a huff, "What seems to be the problem?"

"Alright Buddy, drop the piece and lay on the ground." The officer to his right ordered. Jager was confused, of course he was also very drunk... not sloppy drunk, but drunk enough to not realize that he was being arrested.

"What, No.. I was just chatting with my buddy here." He began as he approached the officer closet to the kitchen door, "If you don't mind, I've got a party to get back to"

"I SAID DROP IT, AND GET ON THE GROUND" The officer ordered again,

Jager was taken back. Perhaps it was the adrenaline in his system... or the alcohol... or both, but a little voice in his head said 'You can take them, and win... and nothing will come of it'
and after all, if you cant trust the voices in your head, who can you trust.

Jager continued to approach the officer, keeping his hands in clear sight then when he got within a few feet he took a swing. As it turns of, high quantities of alcohol in your bloodstream actually lowers your hand eye coordination. A fact which Jager hadn't counted on. His swing missed by about a foot, giving the officer enough space to perform a take down maneuver which involved grabbing the extended arm, wrapping it around the perpetrators back then kicking him in the back of the knee followed by slamming him into the pavement. The maneuver took about three seconds to execute and hurt like hell.

Like any drunk who was being apprehended by the security forces Jager couldn't help but call out things like "SF brutality" and "I'm an Imperial citizen, I have rights" which only earned him a subtle elbow to the back as the two officers cuffed him and began dragging him by the arms to their patrol van

As he was thrown into the back of the van it was clear that tonight was going to suck much harder then he could possibly believe.
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December 4, 2008 6:41:40 PM    View the profile of -_Requiem_- 
Requiem's drunken dancing didn't go for what he had normally planned but he got out enough laugh's to make himself satisfied. Hoping that another night if they remembered him they would bring back memories and see his true personality for what it was, a kid at front and a horrible drinker.

He slowly stumbled back towards the bar and than waved a wary hand to the bartender lets have some fun Requiem looked to his left hand and gestured for the bartender to follow, the bartender followed his left hand and didn't watch Requiem's right as a sudden Sound was heard as Requiem slapped the bartender across the face.

" P-Pay attention y-you bum "Requiem blurted out with an unusual look on his face.

" H-Hey what the hell ? Whats wrong with you ? " The bartender was purely angered from here and tried to keep his anger down.

" Gewt mwe some whiskeh " Requiem's voice cracked and slurred the bartender was astounded at his stupidity and than turned around to do his job. Requiem followed his movement and watched as he poured his whiskey yea that's right The bartender tried hard not to do anything bad to the whiskey maybe I should spit in it ? the bartender shook off his thought and than remembered he was being paid and it could be docked if he had any complaints.

The bartender gave him a wary eye and than picked up a glass and grabbed a rag from under the table, he than began to wipe it out from the inside so that it could dry for the next customer. Requiem waved his hand and than stepped away from the bar, he laughed to himself and than turned back.

" Hey Barkeep. . . 'Oi " The bartender turned around slow enough for Requiem to get a good grip and slap the bartender across the face once more. He than ran from the bar and tried to get past most other guests as the bartender jumped up over the bar table and chased after him leaving the other bartender to tend to his customer's.

" Damn Requiem's a mean drunk. . . " Nick said as Alan and Lucky began to dance behind him.

" Oh he,ll be fine "Alan than yelled over to Nick as he was shaking his head.

" Well the bartender will be. . . something Tell's me, he,ll be trying a long time tomorrow to get over that hang-over- " Nick yelled back and stopped. He began to see Requiem slowly weaving and stopping in front of a table and trying to get around the bartender as he was on the other side watching his every move. Lucky and Alan looked to each other and than continued to dance, Zeshaun currently looked to Requiem's predicament while he was sitting a small table to his squad's left and began to place his hand to his forehead in an embarrassed look.

" Why, is he in the squad again ? "
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 4, 2008 6:50:35 PM    View the profile of Arturus 
Arturus slid a datapad back into its slot in the back part of the front seat of the hover-limo as it pulled up in front of the ice house.  He turned to the man sitting to his left

"Parsons, remind me again why we have this nonsense?"  He asked, his voice mixed with a combination of sarcasm and exasperation that he had to attend a party in which enlisted members would not only be present, but intoxicated.  The man, part of the security team from his ship replied calmly

"It's for morale.  Considering what you and others put them through" referring to the enlisted ranks Arturus couldn't help but despise from time to time "it is about the least we can do to ensure they don't get any ideas about mutiny.  Besides, most sentient beings would consider it fun".  Arturus scoffed at the last remark.

"Why couldn't we have sent Charlston instead" he replied, referring to Lieutenant Commander James Charlston, the new executive officer of the Doashim, and the man who ran most of the day to day operations of the ship while Arturus busied himself with the more important tasks that occurred on board. "All of this is just an excuse for people to drink themselves silly for no reason.  I am not against parties, but one would think they could at the very least ensure that a better class of person would be invited.  Look at this ice building they created; the drunkards inside don't give a damn about it.  It could be the shit house of a farm on some wasteland of a planet and they'd still have what you call fun.  Seems like a waste to me."  He replied in a mini rant.

"Nevertheless commander, you are here now, there will be others here you might actual bring yourself to speak with, so have a good time."  Parsons replied.  "Are you leaving your weapon here?"  He asked.  Arturus patted the side of his chest where he had small holstered pistol in response.  "Good, we'll be back if you need us.  If the ship reports a problem we'll be in touch".  Arturus nodded and signalled for the driver, who had been waiting outside his door during the minute long conversation, to open the door.

Outside the vehicle, Arturus, dressed in his full naval dress uniform which he wore comfortably and naturally, walked briskly and upright inside, the stormtroopers in ceremonial armour saluted as he walked past.  Immediately inside the door there was a small reception desk and a coat room.  Arturus stopped for a quick moment to flash his id and hand over his dress overcoat.

"Good evening Commander Hargraves" the man at the desk said welcoming him.  Arturus nodded and continued inside.  As he expected, the building itself was quite elegant; if anything, it reinforced his view that it was too good for some of the rabble in attendance.  To his immediate disgust, he noticed that if there even were waiters with drinks, they weren't anywhere to be found.  He made his way through the crowd to order a glass of wine to begin the evening, and then sought a quite area to stand away from the crowd.
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  RE: A Taste of Elegance. . .(Imperial Holiday Ball
December 4, 2008 7:56:13 PM    View the profile of Jori 
Jori wasn't drunk, nor was he going to get drunk. He knew better than to do that because he had seen Jager after a long night of drinking and it wasn't a pretty sight. The reason he wasn't going to get drunk was that he was drinking in moderation. He finished his fourth Corellian Ale and moved away from the bar, determined to find somebody to talk to. He was in mid-step when his comlink buzzed.

"What the frak?" Jori said, pulling it out of his pocket.

"Uh... Jori? I kind of got into a bit of trouble with the law and I need you to come bail me out. Can you?" Jager's voice said over the com, a bit slurred and garbled.

"Jeez. Jager, are you out of your mind? The ball has been going on for an hour or two and you've already managed to get arrested? I don't even want to know how." Jori said, a little angry.

"I know, but can you come bail me out? Please." Jager said, pleading.

"How much?" Jori asked slowly.

Jager named a figure which elicited a whistle from Jori.

"Alright. But you're going to have to pay me back. I'm recording this conversation so you can't back out of it. I'll be there shortly." Jori said, cutting off the comlink and slipping it back in his pocket.

Slipping through the crowd, Jori made his way to the dance floor. Scouting around, he finally found Angel and Kami doing a slow dance. Tapping Angel on the shoulder, he was startled when Angel turned with a dreamy look on his face.

"Uh... Angel? I was wondering if you had any kind of transportation I could use. It seems Jager has gotten himself arrested and I told him I'd come and bail him out." Jori said.

"Nope. Sorry, Jori." Angel said, turning back to Kami before he had even finished speaking.

Shrugging, Jori turned and walked away, taking out his comlink.

"Sorry Jager, but I can't come bail you out. I don't have any way to get there." Jori said, shutting off and slipping it into his pocket before hearing Jager's reply.

Jeez, this is boring.

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Can someone involve me in something. I don't care what because I'm out of ideas.
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December 4, 2008 8:54:12 PM    View the profile of Sniping101 
Snipes brushed his way through the crowd, some of them already quite rowdy. Snipes had counted on it, he'd actually planned for worse damage, but he still wasn't entirely sure he liked it. He knew it was necessary, but, still, his elegant night of nothingness had gone straight to hell in a hand basket. Then again, he tried to remember a ball where that hadn't happened. He couldn't. So he decided to console himself with a drink. Preferably a strong one. The double whiskeys didn't seem like enough anymore. So Snipes made his way straight to the bar.

Once there it was all a matter of waiting for the bartender, still the cute brunette, to get around to him. She was currently engaged in a rather boring conversation with some pompous sounding naval officer. Something involving wine. Snipes was paying more attention to the liquor selection. He wasn't seeing anything that appealed to him. He had a specific alcohol content in mind. Somewhere in the 140 proof area. He wasn't picky.

“You're back!” The bartender said, finally finished with the pompous loudmouth.

“Nothing could keep me away,” Snipes said with a wry smile.

“You just love me for my liquor.”

“I'm not gonna lie, you're probably right.” Snipes was still smiling.

“Double?”

“Might as well go triple this time, couldn't find anything else I wanted.”

“Well, you know the drill, it'll be just a minute soldier-boy.”

“You're worth waiting for.”

Snipes turned his back to the bar as she went about trying to find another bottle of what he'd been drinking. Snipes attention was caught by the pompous naval officer, mumbling something under his breath about 'brigands', 'wretches' and 'enlisted men not being fighters'. Snipes was at the perfect point of intoxication where he could still hold his outward demeanor, but he possessed the pleasant internal glow. He decided he had to say something.

“You know, mister, this grand ole thing was thrown to remind everyone what we're fighting to protect and raise moral by giving them a chance to forget about all the getting shot at. Frowning and grumbling just kills things. Hell, I already can tell I'd rather start a fist fight with a rancor than take orders from you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I'm just saying you're not helping anything by being grumpy, if you can't blend might as well of stayed home.”

The conversation went on for several minutes, the officer growing more and more pompous with each passing syllable. Snipes listened disinterestedly. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and was preparing to headbutt the officer when he was saved, or rather the officer was saved from a savage headbutting.

Snipes was pulled away, into the crowd a short distance before he turned around to see Kami and Angel. He cocked an eyebrow at them, took a drink from his glass, then repeated the raised eyebrow.

“You looked like you were going to headbutt somebody.” Angel said. Snipes decided right then and there Angel would make a great co-conspirator. Clearly he could read Snipes mind, so they'd never have to conspire out loud it would be great. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Snipes realized an evil grin had spread across his face. “We'll steal a ship! Yes! We'll steal a ship and become rum soaked pirates! It's perfect!”

“Well I like it.”

“Of course! Now we must have a drink to salute my genius! Then we'll go to the hanger and steal the most expensive ship there! It'll be great!” Snipes grabbed both of them around the neck and led them to the bar, leaning on them only a little and continuing on about his genius plan to become a rum soaked pirate, and keel haul the pompous navy officer, possibly flog him first for good measure.
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December 4, 2008 9:36:50 PM    View the profile of Tanus Solvona 
The last ball Tanus had gone to ended with him sitting at the bar for most of the evening, getting rattled on scotch then dancing with a pretty blonde on the dance floor. That was about all he remembered before he went into a taxi and home to his condo, where passed out on the couch smelling of smoke and alcohol. This time, he assumed, would wither end up painfully similar to his previous excursion or as something he might actually remember. He knew that this time he would be late to the party, but as he seemed to enjoy being in solitude for one reason or another, he didn’t mind. Of course, he was considering all of this while his hands were digging into solid rock.

It had dawned on Tanus earlier that evening that he needed a… different entrance than the others had chosen. He had heard Fury was flying in the new fighter that ICS had been making as a bump, and figured that an entrance in a Kimogila would only serve to feed the fire. So he decided upon a different route… which would take him up the side of the mountain in climbing gear with his Mystrl climbing claws. His fur coat was keeping him warm, but even despite that the wind was cutting through him like razors. The last message he received from Garryll said that the scene was kind of dead, but that also two hours ago; Tanus remembered how quickly the party had picked up.

The mountain was not exactly a sheer surface, but it was not the easiest thing he had ever climbed. His ARC training had prepared him for a good portion of what he might run into on various terrains, which was the main reason he had a pair of claws installed on his armor. But, with ARC dismantled for the moment, he felt they would better serve him elsewhere. With that said, underneath his fur coat, he was wearing his standard military uniform, which did not help things in the slightest; it was tight and restricted a good number of his movements, which was bad when mountain climbing. But Tanus needed to satiate his ego, and didn’t feel like changing into his uniform when he got up to the party. So he decided to wing it and climb the mountain to the top. I probably should have done my research before doing this. God, this was poorly done… Tanus thought to himself. He reached a small outcropping where he took a seat to catch his breath. When he looked down, he could barely see the ground through the mist and fog; Tanus estimated he was at least 2000 feet above the ground. He looked back up to see an empty sky save for the stars and the faint glow of what must have been the party. He popped a nutrient tablet to replenish himself and turned to face the wall. He sighed as he continued his climb up the stone wall. 2000 feet up, only another 5000 to go. Considering I pulled that off in an 45 minutes, the rest shouldn’t be any trouble at all.

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The remainder of the climb had taken Tanus longer than he thought. Initially he thought he would have been in the party half an hour earlier, but a slight snow shower had impeded him a little. When he got to the top of the mountain, he was greeted by a pair of E-11s swung down towards his face. Tanus just smiled.

“Glad to see you’re doing your jobs boys. But that won’t be necessary. I belong in that party.”

The two troopers looked at each other; Tanus could tell that even through the masks the two were giving each other quizzical looks. Tanus shrugged and pulled out his identification ship and handed it to the taller of the two.

“Here you go. You’ll see that everything is in order.”

The two men were obviously talking to each other about Tanus, despite that fact that their comlinks were turned to squad frequency. All three hopped in a speeder and drove off to the main gate to the check in point. They got out and Tanus waited for them to finish his scan. When he was done, he took his ID chip from the two confused troopers and walked inside. The foyer was beautiful and incredibly ornate. Before he even got three steps in the door, he was stopped by an aide.

“Good evening Sergeant Solvona. Is there anything I can take for you?”

Tanus removed his coat and pulled off his pants, leaving a pristine military uniform beneath and slightly tattered hiking boots. Just as the aide was about to turn around, Tanus stopped him and pulled off his hiking claws and put it on top of the pile of clothing.

“Don’t want to get stopped now, do we?”

The aide nodded, just as confused as the two guards. As he continued into the palace, he saw a familiar face staring at him. Garryll walked up to him and clasped his shoulder in friendship.

“How’s it goin’ boss? When did you get here?”

Tanus shrugged. “Just got here. I had one hell of a trip.”

Garryll looked Tanus up and down and his eyes widened a little.

“Boss, did you climb your way up here?”

Tanus nodded. “Yeah. I figured I needed something a little more… epic than just flying in a fighter or speeder. I figured climbing a mountain would do the trick.”

Garryll just shook his head. “You amaze and frighten me a little bit. You know that don’t you?”

Tanus just laughed. “I wouldn’t be doing my job if I wasn’t Garryll. I’m going to head inside and get situated, have a drink and sit down. I’ll see you later Garryll.”

Garryll nodded, walking away and shaking his head all the while. Tanus just chuckled and walked inside, looking around at the large mass of people gathered in the ball room. He saw some people he knew, some he didn’t. He decided on introduction and formality for another time; right now he needed a drink.
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