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  A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 28, 2009 3:28:44 PM    View the profile of Sniping101 
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Assume we're at the front and there's a large patio type area connected to a indoor dance hall there.


Snipes slowly docked Queen Tetra's Revenge to his recent acquisition, the overbearing casino ship 21 Hearts. There was no going back now, there was a party to attend to. Snipes pulled himself out of the pilots seat, not especially thrilled about letting whatever mongoloid child Visha pawned off on him take his place. He pulled his long blue coat off the back of the chair, slipping his arms through it.

The great weight of it finally settled on him, it almost touched the floor, ending at the last minute around his ankles. He'd had it specially made for this event, it was comfortable, made to fit him, and he thought it was brilliant looking, the cuffs turned back and sewed in place with wonderful gold embroidery around the brass buttons, both on the cuffs and the front. It fit like a glove. The gray vest he wasn't so enthused about, but Visha had been rather insistent he wore the colors of the Corellian Hound's crew. Which of course meant gray pants too; he'd refused to budge on the black sash however.

"Ey, Boss'an, time'a git red-ay," It was Kelevra, he was wearing a tuxedo that made him look like a rather scruffy butler. The monocle didn't help.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready." Snipes said, pulling a cigarette out of his jacket and lighting it, closing the zippo with a flourish.

"Well, le's git a move on, eh?"

Snipes answer by striding forward, through his ship towards the airlock. He was joined by the ruffian with red and black hair. Snipes almost introduced his face to his palm. The whelp had torn the sleeves off his tuxedo. The sleeves were gone! Snipes was less the pleased, but far too exasperated to say anything. His ears had rows of piercings as well, not to mention the sunglasses made him look delinquent enough. Then again, he was a delinquent.

"Grea', da shi'ead iss commin' ta," Kelevra grumbled to himself.

"What's up?" Moelik Hond asked; likely pretending he wasn't the source of irritation.

"No class, no class whatsoever." Snipes said, shaking his head.

Before anyone could speak he motioned for them to follow him and lead the way into the larger ship. It was a nice ship, and it had taken awhile to get all the bloodstains out of it. He walked through the halls, winding this way and that, once again lost on his own ship. Finally, with some help from Gregory Kelevra, they found the hall. Snipes had actually been enjoying being lost; he was a little apprehensive of the Ball. Just a little. He also didn't know the ship anywhere near well enough, it was a pretty ship. The halls were all wood and brass, the floor was carpeted, he really was growing fond of the overly luxurious behemoth.

So he stood in front of the great, large door for a few seconds. Then the guy manning the door waved his hand infront of Snipes face; forcing him to grumble an affirmative. Wonderful.

Snipes irritation melted away as he stepped into the hall. It was, for lack of a better word, brilliant. A high ceiling, row after row of chandeliers, an arched roof and columns, a beautiful wooden dance floor, set two steps lower than the floor where all the tables sat around the room, on the other sides of the columns. The other end of the hall held the buffet table and the bar. The floor was filled with well dressed couples dancing, swirling about quite well, the DJ was currently playing a rather slow song of some sort. He recognized more than a few faces, in uniforms and out. A grin was wide across his face.

He turned to Kelevra, his gray speckled hair slicked back, the silly monocle stuck in his eye and the tuxedo, he really did look like some old butler, the thick cigarra should of ruined it, but for some reason only added to the impression. Snipes turned his eyes to his other side. Moelik had an unfiltered cigarette hanging out of his mouth, but he still managed to look rather happy. Snipes decided he wasn't going to bother the kid tonight. Snipes was forced to rationalize the reason he tore the arms off his tuxedo, he wanted all the pretty girls to ask about the dark purple, almost black, tribal tattoos winding around both his upper arms. Boys will be boys. He'd at least washed himself first, Snipes would have liked to see him without the sunglasses too; but that he could understand. It mystified him still why the boy had decided to color the tips of his hair red though, one would think he hated the color the way he covered his eyes all the time.

"Well, chaps, I shall see you in a bit, I have guests to attend to; Moelik, try and stay out of trouble." Snipes winked and stepped down into the dance hall and began to make himself fade away into the crowd. Kelevra, of course, would have none of it and followed Snipes; having appointed himself Snipes bodyguard. Snipes dealt with it.

He wound away, making his way through the crowd, any fool could guess where he was going. Straight to the bar. They, as usual, had a pretty bartender there. Also the obligatory line. Snipes stared into her big blue eyes as he made his order, she was quick and professional, so he tipped well and left. She'd have her fill of drunk servicemen hitting on her all night anyway and Snipes couldn't really be called a service member anymore.

He mingled a little, but most of the guests he cared about hadn't arrived yet, as such he decided to get some air. There wasn't a single Imperial Ball he'd been involved in that didn't leave some way for people to catch some air, the Casino Ship was no different. At the end opposite the one they'd come in there was a large door that lead outside. Snipes went through it and into the open air, he took himself to the bow of the vessel, across the large patio, if that was the right term, to the railing there and leaned on it. He stared out into the endless ocean, the sun only a little above the horizon, it would be bidding them farewell soon. The salt breeze whip across Snipes from the right and he breathed deeply in, he enjoyed the salt air and even at the top of the enormous ship he could taste it. He's always enjoyed oceans, something about them felt revitalizing and strengthening.

He looked over his shoulder, Kelevra was standing a few paces back, staring into the pool set into the middle of the outdoor area. Snipes chuckled, the man likely couldn't figure out why there was a pool up here when a vast ocean was just below them. Snipes had to admit, something about it bothered him too. He pulled out another cigarette and lit it; once he had finished it he'd go back inside and see if he could find Aeos, no doubt hiding out somewhere.
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  RE: A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 28, 2009 8:02:23 PM    View the profile of Rutian 
Rutian looked down at the small human female that was lightly grasping his hands. Well, she wasn't exactly small, but she was definitely female and human which was almost as bad. He grinned down at her with a sadistic smile that showed the sharp fangs of his teeth. He hated being this close to females, especially of the human species. At least she could not read his lekku like those of his own could.

Rutian was dressed in a very formal red robe that matched nothing else on his body. The actual color was that of the rare genetic mutation that happened in his species to produce Twi'leks of a very strange shade of red. Rutian, being a rutian, did not fit quite in with his outfit, but he somehow pulled it off. His long lekku were pulled back in a manner that would protect them during combat but not restrict their use in communication or sensory use. Strapped discretely across his back was his staff.

"You're a horrible dancer human." Rutian said as he avoided yet another foot that had almost landed upon his own.

"Look Rutian, if that is your name, we're just assigned together, that doesn't mean I have to be a damned good dancer. If you're blue self wasn't so snake like this would be much easier." His partner huffed, hands twitching again.

"Is it a fault of all humans to be so clumsy, or just the females of your species?" Rutian asked, that sadistic grin crossing his face again.

"I need a smoke." Tinker said as the danced finished. She proceeded to work her way out of the crowd onto the deck and found a fairly secluded section, away from the rest of the party goers. There she lit up a cigar and leaned back to puff, only to find herself leaning onto something hard.

"Hellossss." Hissed a voice behind her, and Tinker jumped as she realized she was leaning not against a bulkhead, but against the chest of a seven foot tall lizard man; a Barabel to be precise. This particular Barabel was huge, even for his species, and had not only a sword almost his size, but a rather large cigar shoved between his fangs.

"Um, hi." Tink said, trying to regain her composure.

"It's ok Tinker, I know who you are. My name is Alater, I'm with the security detail for tonight. I hear you're with Blueskin. He's quite an individual." Alater said, puffing away at his cigar.

Having regain her composure Tinker responded, "oh, yea, him. Well, he's interesting."
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  RE: A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 28, 2009 8:49:34 PM    View the profile of Tinker 
Tinker had seen a few of these huge ships before, but never actually had the opportunity to be on one. She could see from where she was at the bar, the entire dance floor and beyond to the outdoor patio area. Should check that out later, bet the view is outstanding.

From the bar she glanced back at Rutian who seemed to be somewhat fidgety near the dance floor, but overall extremely happy not to have to be in physical contact with Cadie for the moment. She just shook her head and took another long drag off her cigar, she had brought three just in case the night passed slowly. She also had a very small blaster hidden on her, somewhere, just in case.

Cadie had to look everywhere to find a dress for this little shindig. She settled on a green number that matched her eyes, straight, with a very high slit. The part that Cadie found the most amusing was that her 'date' couldn't care less. He just seemed to hate women, with more of a passion than she could have imagined. Wonder why? Shrugging the thought she snapped back to the present and her mistake at the bar.

Looking next to her at the rather large barabel she had mistaken for a wall just a minute ago, Tink smirked. “So Alater, huh?” She waited for him to turn towards her before continuing. “What exactly do you do on security detail at one of these...functions?”

Taking his cigar out of his mouth he seemed to shrug. “Just make sure everyone behaves themselves. You just let me know if your blue friend over there gives you any problems.”

“Rutian? Oh I'm sure I can handle myself, big fella'. But thanks for the offer.” She smiled a second before turning to the bar and ordering a corellian whiskey. She glanced back over at her 'date', before turning back to the bartender. “Wait, make that a double.”

Cadie turned around to be face to face with a sour looking Rutian. “Do you females always get drunk when a bar is present?”

Cadie looked up at him and blinked with the glass to her lips, she shrugged as she down the glass in a large gulp.

“Ah, we get drunker when we don't have to pay for ourselves. But don't worry Rutian, us 'females' are even better dancers when we're drunk than sober. Don't believe me? Just wait, I'll show you.”

She leaned back on the bar and put her cigar back in her mouth. “Just let me spend some more time here with my new friend 'the bartender', I should be a dancing fool in a few more rounds.” She spoke muffled, with the cigar in her mouth.

Alater just looked amused by the whole situation. Rutian on the other hand looked horrified and walked off muttering something about humans and females, and some words Cadie didn't recognize.

She shrugged and looked over at Alater. “Was it something I said?”
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  RE: A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 28, 2009 9:31:05 PM    View the profile of Flyboy 
Korant had never before been to a ball before but when he heard about it he decided he should go.  He was looking forward to it as he had never before set foot on such a luxurious ship before.  He had had to rent a tuxedo as he didn’t own one and he did feel slightly uncomfortable in it but damn did he look fine in it, even if he did say so himself.

Entering the main hall, he glanced around and saw many faces, sadly none of them he knew.  He was just about to head over to the bar when he noticed Cadie, otherwise known as Tinker.  He had been disappointed with himself for not asking her to the ball sooner but word round the squadron was that Rutian had already asked her and she had accepted.

He glanced over at her and his eyes admired the outfit that she was in.  She looked stunning and he cursed his bad luck for not asking sooner.  He noted that although she was with Rutian, she didn’t seem overly happy and Rutian wasn’t really paying her much attention.  He straightened his tie, even though he knew it was tight enough, drew in a deep breath and thought to himself what the hell.

He walked slowly towards them and Cadie spotted him from the distance.  She smiled and gave him a cheeky wink.  This spurred Korant as he moved with determination to her.  Before he got to her he noticed that Rutian had walked off with disgust leaving Cadie with someone he was unfamiliar with.

“Was it something I said?” asked Cadie.

“Hi Cadie” said Korant as he moved alongside Cadie.

“Oh, hi Korant, glad you could make it” said Cadie.

“What’s with your date?” queried Korant, “looks like he left in a huff”.

“Yeah, I don’t know” replied Cadie.

Korant held out his arm and asked “care to accompany me instead to the dance floor?”

Cadie flashed a smile and replied “I’d love to”.

Cadie looked her arm around Korant’s and gave a wave to Alater as she and Korant started moving gracefully towards the dance floor.  Korant smiled and was glad he decided to go to the ball.
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  RE: A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 28, 2009 10:01:30 PM    View the profile of Havock 
“Wow, that is one big ship.” Havock was looking out of the viewport of Jaenna's ship at the 21 Hearts from the co-pilots chair. The other RAIDERS were going to meet the two of them at the Imperial Ball and Jae insisted on flying in her ship, and piloting it herself. “You know I'm really good at docking ships.”

Hav looked over at Jae, who was smirking and glaring at her with a very evil stare at the same time. “Your not flying my ship, Hav.”

“Bah, your no fun.” Havock swatted at the air in Jae's direction, she had a huge smile on her face. She loved the playful banter her and Jae shared. And she was just plain in a good mood for once, this was a night of fun and Hav could use some fun.

They docked the ship and walked through the beautifully decorated hallways until they reached the main Ballroom. The room was amazing, at least to Havock. She had never seen anything quite like it, which wasn't a surprise considering her upbringing. First the orphanage then living with a gang on Corellia, they didn't exactly have any functions like this.

Jae looked to be in awe of the scene before them as well, but she was much better at hiding it then Hav was. “Do you see anyone from RAIDERS, yet?” She had started to stand on her tip-toes to look over the multitude of bodies in the room for anyone from their squad.

Hav scanned the crowd, but couldn't see anyone they were looking for just yet. “Nope, come on lets head towards the bar. I'm sure we will find them soon.”

Just then she caught sight of the outdoor patio area beyond the main ballroom. “Oh no.” Jae stopped and looked at Hav with a puzzled look. “What?”

Smirking, Hav pointed. “Open access to water, we're going to have to keep an eye on Grahim tonight.” She managed to look genuinely worried for about two seconds before they both busted out laughing.

Sitting at the bar the two of them had a surprisingly good view of the entire ballroom. The majority of the people who had arrived were dancing, there were a few others sitting at the bar. A red head and a barabel were sitting near them smoking cigars. Yuck, cigars? Havock shook her head, there were things she would smoke in this galaxy but never cigars.

Just then she heard Jae squeal, which literally made her jump it was so unexpected. Jae shot off running towards an unsuspecting Ron who had just arrived. Havock grabbed her unfinished drink and headed over to greet their SL.

She suddenly found her self lost in though staring at the two of them for some reason. So lost in thought she ran smack into a Mon Calamari in a pilots uniform, if her drink had been any fuller it would have spilled. Hav looked sheepishly at the man and muttered, “sorry”, to which he only made a 'humph' sound. Chewing on her lip she made her way over to Ron and Jae, trying not to cause any more collisions on the way.
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  RE: A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 29, 2009 5:05:51 AM    View the profile of Helena 
Helena had been stood in front of the mirror for the past few minutes, pinching every inch of fat she had. Turning in angle she sighed to herself. “I just don’t bounce back I guess” she thought to herself, grabbing her coat. She decided in the end to wear a little black number with a few sequins to outline the plunging neckline, alongside a pair of black pumps. She’d hitched a lift with someone she knew as she was a fair way from the others, what with returning to the barracks after a years break. She was excited to be going back, but nervous at the same time in case they noticed something that was different about her. On the plus side she couldn’t wait to see all her old Wraiths.

The ship docked, and Helena stepped out making her way to the entrance, it seemed as though many people were already there. She slipped off her coat and left it with the butler who then hung it up with all the other various coats. Helena’s eyes darted across the room, spotting lots of people she knew. She rushed to the bar, she didn’t want to speak to anyone yet, not until she was at least tipsy. The barman was doing a little bit of flaring behind the bar before asking her what she fancied.

“I’ll take a shot of tequila if you have it” she smiled, eyeing up all the bottles behind him.

“Sure thing sweet cheeks.”

He pulled the glass from over his head and grabbed the bottle. He then poured the yellowy liquid into the crystal glass, placing it on a serviette. He then placed a lime wedge next to her on a plate and gave her some salt. Helena didn’t hesitate to pick up the lime, lick the salt, down the glass and bite the lime straight away.

“Hit me again” she told him forcefully.

As she did so, she sat back on a barstool and watched people coming in.
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April 29, 2009 12:56:38 AM    View the profile of Hunter-Morrell 
Hunter smirked slightly as he looked around the ballroom. He saw quite a few people he knew personally and quite a few of the recruits that had passed through the Naval Academy recently. He wasn’t aware that he was standing still until he heard someone from behind him clear their throat. Turning quickly, he apologized and stepped out of the doorway.

Well. I think it’s about time for me to join the party.

Smoothing out some ruffles in his shirt, he walked down the steps. It had taken him a little while to figure out what he was going to wear; stuck between a tuxedo, which he hated, and his casual suit. In the end, he opted for the suit, mainly because it was really comfortable, but still looked nice and expensive. Looking up, he studied the others in front of him. Most wore suits that were similar to his, drawing a breath of relief from Hunter. Stepping over to the side, he leaned against the wall for a moment and tried to figure out what he was going to do next.

I could always go outside, but that’s all the way on the other end of the room. Or I could strike up a conversation with someone I know. The question is, where do I find someone I know. The ones I saw earlier have already moved on and it'd be a hassle to track them down.

Mentally shrugging, Hunter walked over to the bar to order something.

“Surprise me. I really don’t care what you give me.” Hunter said, ordering his drink.

Turning in his seat, he leaned back and started looking around for someone he knew. After a few moments, he received a tap on the back that signaled that his drink was ready. Grabbing it, he downed it in one gulp.

“That should be enough for the moment.” he murmured to himself.

Stepping away from the bar, he started making his was towards the other end of the room, which was opened up fully. Even from here, he could smell the salty sting of the seawater. Quickening his pace, he weaved in and out of the dancing partners on the dance floor in an effort to get outside sooner. Emerging from the crowd, he walked out the room and onto the deck that overlooked the moonlit sea.

It is beautiful.

He was appreciative of most of the thing nature had to offer and this was one of the best. He grinned as a particularly large wave crashed against the ship and a spray of seawater blasted over the edge of the ship, wetting the group of people standing on the deck. Most yelped and ran back inside, obviously to go and try to get a bit drier while a few, like Hunter, actually seemed to enjoy it. He wasn’t really that wet, just a little damp. It was refreshing actually, in his opinion. Leaning against the rail, he looked out across the dark waters.
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  RE: A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 29, 2009 1:33:31 PM    View the profile of Fury 
He docked his Shriek Hawk in the VIP hangar. Sure, it cost more, but it came with a defense field and a guard patrol. Seeing as he'd gone about antagonizing everyone from business rivals to the New Republic Intelligence, it was an unfortunate cost of staying alive.

Then again, he now was in the pocket of a pack of privateers. Or were they in his pocket? He wasn't sure, but he really hoped he wasn't going to get any invoices for any damage this party might incur.

Gone was the hesitation of showing up to this ball that he had concerned himself with last time. Cosmic was well-established as the new Corps Prefect and he was very much out of the loop these days.

No, we was just a retired civvie with some credits to burn and a case of smoke whiskey that he handed off to the head bartender the second he had a chance to catch his attention.

The hall was frigging beautiful. Nicely done Snipes, he thought to himself as he did a quick walkthrough. Real dealers at the card tables. A statistically high amount of bored looking Zeltron females about, which really could only say one thing: few beings were going home lonely tonight. Plenty of good eats. He assembled a small plate of treats and kept roaming about.

He himself had gone with some muted blues and greys in a casual suit. He did enjoy casual fatigues for day-to-day roaming through factories and whatnot and had spent more time in a flight suit surveying the various facilities of the Imperial Center conglomerate, but he wasn't above getting gussied up for the right reasons.

Getting housed with his former comrades in arms seemed as good as reason as he could think of.

It was still early and not a whole lot of people were here yet so he figured he'd get in some early fun and maybe make a few credits.

Looking around, he made sure he has access to a waitress who had access to his whiskey stash, ordered a round for the gaming table he had decided on, and sat down to get a few hands in before committing to any real stakes.
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April 29, 2009 2:13:23 PM    View the profile of Kanderin Draken 
Sighing to himself, Kanderin did up his bowtie for what felt like the five hundredth time. He hated the fact that he had to wear a suit, but he inevitably had no choice. It was that or his uniform, and the latter wasn't in it's best shape after his last few assignments. He still hadn't cleaned the sick off of it, for one.

Finally happy that it was straight, he took a step away from the mirror and patted down his shirt and trousers. In his opinion he looked stupid, the belt supporting his lower half a different colour to the rest of him and the jacket about a size too big.

"To hell with it" He sighed, taking his jacket off and throwing it over his shoulder. The ball would be boring anyway, they always were.

With that he began his walk through the ship's hallways back to the hanger, eager to change back into clothes he was more comfortable in.

"Sir, the ball is the other direction"

Glancing around, he just caught glimpse of the giant man with his hand on his shoulder before it forcibly spun him around and back in the direction he came.

"Im aware" He responded, somewhat agitated at the treatment. "I'm going back to my ship, I've changed my mind"

"I'm sorry sir, but you wont be able to return for several hours. Just have a drink or two, we'll come and get you when you can come through here"

Kanderin leaned to one side, attempting to look around the bulky man and whatever he was hiding. There was a single doorway with a lot of activity inside it, but before he could distinguish anything another two men came out and blocked his path, just as large as the first.

"What the hell are you guys doing in there?"

Three pairs of hands reached out this time, all shoving him back towards the ball. "Just enjoy yourself sir"

Deciding that attempting to barge them would be futile, he did what they asked and walked back around the corner. Pausing out of their sight, he took the opportunity to flip them the bird before sprinting the rest of the route giggling to himself.

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The two large door's to the main room were open already, two waiters holding each with their backs and offering wine glasses to the people coming in. Kanderin sighed to himself, before throwing his jacket back on and taking the glass from the closest waiter as if it contained poison.
Too formal.


Inside, he had to admit, thing's got better. The chandeliers caught his attention, the light from the dance floor making them twinkle against the room. The dance floor, unusual considering the time of the night, was already full, couples embraced in dance as if they were glued together.

That was when he noticed Helena, surrounded by several other member's of the platoon.
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  RE: A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 29, 2009 2:45:06 PM    View the profile of Slasher 
Slasher was just returning from his first meeting with the new command element of the Ykntola Order, and he had almost forgotten about the Ball until a reminder about it flashed up on his datapad as he stood on the command bridge of the YOV Horn of Victory, a Duke Class Bothan Assault Frigate. Looking up he addresses the current commander of the Deck.

"Captain, there's been a change of plans. Change course to meet up with the 21 Hearts call down to the hanger deck, have them prepare a MAAT Gunship and two Fighter Pods to escort it."

The Faleen Dark Guard Officer acting as Captain of the Deck bows slightly and quickly calls down to the hanger deck, instructing them to prep the MAAT and Fighter Pods, and to prepare a platoon of droids to escort down the Grand Shadow Knight.

Slasher interrupts him, saying "No need for the droids, I will require only two Dark Guards to escort me. First Dark Knight Bacredi, and Gray Knight Hunter-Morrell are already present, they will be more than enough to deal with anything that should happen."

"As you wish my lord"

Turning, Slasher leaves the bridge, going to his quarters to change.

Slasher looks in the mirror as he adjusts the light brown ceremonial uniform that he had to wear under his ceremonial armor. Resigning himself to the fact that there is nothing he can do about the gold trim around the edges of the uniform, required by his rank, Slasher picks up the ceremonial mail and puts that on also.

At least when they designed this uniform centuries ago they had the presence of mind to leave the weapons, a Knight is never without his sword.

After buckling on the belt that held his weapons, Slasher turns for the one part of the uniform that he does not mind wearing, His cloak. Fastening it around his neck, Slasher leaves his quarters, making his way down to the hanger deck, he proceeds onto the MAAT, and waits out the entire trip in silence, the two Dark Guards standing off to the side in their own ceremonial dress, very similar to that which he wears, their mail is of a different type, and the emblems on their cloaks denoting rank are also different.

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Slasher enters the room, and as he looks around much of the room falls silent. This is the first time that anyone had seen Slasher in the garb of the Order. So there is a general feeling of shock throughout the room. Nodding to the two Dark Guards that they are free to enjoy the Ball, Slasher sets off on his own to find someone that he knows among the press of officers and Enlisted men.
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April 29, 2009 3:06:23 PM    View the profile of Helena 
The group started to form around her, almost suffocating her with questions of where she’d disappeared off to and what she had been up to. All Helena did was shoo them away, she definitely wasn’t in the mood for talking, not at this point in the evening anyway. All she wanted was a quiet drink until she saw Kanderin. As soon as the crowd moved away so her eyes could dart around the room, she spotted Kand just entering the through the entrance. A quick wave sent him walking over briskly. He was truly looking dashing in his suit, it wasn’t often she saw him in one and at the last ball she hardly saw him at all what with all the alcohol she consumed.

“Kand! It’s so lovely to see you” she smiled, getting up and walking into his open arms.

“It’s lovely to see you Kid” he smiled, embracing her in his arms slightly.

“Careful, my stomach still hurts a tad. Silly virus” she giggled as he ruffled her hair.

Without any more words said, she took him by the hand and took him over to the dance floor, hoping he would dance with her. Not that he had the chance of course. The music seemed to vary in tempo, starting off soft and slow and then moving to upped beat type of sound. Helena laughed as Kanderin was trying to find his bearings on the dance moves. The room looked amazing as Helena twirled around Kand’s finger. The decorations Snipes had put up were to taste, she had to give him a complement about that when they next met.

“Everything been alright in Wraith then?” She smiled, twirling once more.

“From what I know none of them have died in your absence Hel, I made sure of that”

Kand’s face was a picture, tongue poking out from his lips as a sign of concentration and his eyes narrowed on his feet as if he was hoping they’d move the way he wanted them to.

“Come here and just follow my lead. Can’t go wrong there” she giggled.

She placed one of his arms on her hip and then one held in her hand elegantly. Helena moved in a small circle, causing Kand to be a bit dizzy by the end of the dance bit it did look as if he was enjoying himself.
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April 29, 2009 6:49:11 PM    View the profile of Bloodhound 
Moelik Hound found the place he wanted to be. The bar. The lovely, free, beautiful, free, magnificent, free, bar. Moelik ordered a whiskey, and expensive whiskey, before he realized there were no barstools. He grumbled slightly, pulling an unfiltered cigarette from the crumpled pack in his jacket pocket. He realized all too late that he didn't have a light.

The bartender must have noticed Hond patting himself down because the lady tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned she had a lighter held out, he lit his cigarette on it with a smile, "You, lady, are beautiful, thanks."

"Not a problem, sweety," She had a joyful grin on her mouth, then she slid a small box of matches across the bar to him, "but try not to make it a habit." She winked at him, then turned around and waved him away dismissively.

He smiled and stepped down into the crowd. He didn't recognize anyone. He hadn't been around long enough to recognize anyone yet, and Snipes had been of no help at all, abandoning him as soon as they entered. Moelik was actually pleased about that, however, the last thing he needed was the old man breathing down his neck, pointing out everything he did wrong. The Old Man was a pain.

Needless to say the young man couldn't figure out quite what to do with himself. He flexed his arms once or twice at a gaggle of pretty girls, but they looked at him like he was some sort of ruffian. He was undeterred. Sure, the suit was still uncomfortable with the arms torn off, sure, he'd never wanted to come in the first place, sure, he stood out. He wasn't going to let any of this deter him though; he was going to have fun. The multitude of piercings jingling in his ears were playing a happy enough note, he might as well enjoy himself.

He finally found a seat at a card table. He knew he shouldn't gamble. Then again, if he lost some money he'd just borrow some from The Old Man; so he merrily set his drink down, laid back and anted up. He pulled the ashtray in the center closer to him as the lady dealer shot the cards onto the table with amazing speed and accuracy. He blew some of the red tipped black hair out of his face and off his round orange sunglasses before taking a look at them. They were good cards, so he called all the bets, letting more cards come his way.

Several rounds, drinks, laughs and horrible losses finally forced Hond to gracefully bow out, tossing an extra credit chit to the dealer with a smile and a wink. He didn't fully realize she hadn't seen the wink until he'd already turned away. He'd been wearing the sunglasses for so long he tended to forget about them. He momentarily entertained the thought of removing them before shrugging it off with apathy.

He sighed and cast his red eyes around the room, looking for Snipes; not so much because he really wanted to talk to him as he was curious. He didn't see the man, however. It elicited another sigh, his right are unconsciously moved over to his upper left arm and rubbed it somewhat; he'd had the dark purple, pretty much black, tribal tattoo for years now, but something about it continued to be a source of curiosity for him. His right hand would at times move over and try and wipe the ink away, never to any avail of course. They'd been expensive enough too; he didn't know why his body was so determined to be rid of them, he rather liked the way the twisting design looked.

He sighed, Somebody love me.

Maybe it was time to chat up one of the Zeltron entertainers Snipes had hired, or possibly employed, what Snipes did was always confusing. Either way Hond wasn't so sure he wanted to call it a night so early, the sun had barely slipped below the horizon and he had an abundance of misplaced energy. He really wished he knew someone, or that these were his sort of people.
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April 29, 2009 8:36:06 PM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Despite standing just inside the docking hatch of the Casino-ship 21 Hearts, Ibram still wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to be there.

Having returned warn out and exhausted from a particularly gruelling briefing session with the Wing Commander, Ibram had found the promotional invitation waiting for him in his personal holomail-box. Without properly thinking about it, he changed into the smartest clothes he owned short of formal dress wear, and rushed out of the door to catch the next specially chartered shuttle for the special event.

Half an hour later, he was having second thoughts. Since returning from the hectic events during Operation Indigo, the entire squadron had been allowed a week’s leave to rest and recuperate. Ibram however had kept himself busy, despite pleas to the contrary from his friends.

He had made the usual excuses of course, trappings of command, important errands, holding the fort... but everyone knew he was just saying these things to hide the real reason, even if they were too polite to mention it.

Mira...

He didn’t expect to be over her this soon. After all, it had taken him months to get over Marisa, and the circumstances weren’t too dissimilar. Barely 24 hours after returning home to the Atrus, Ibram had  woken up to find Mira & her things gone. All that was left was a message and an official retirement notice. There was even the paperwork from administration, proof that she had been planning this for a while.

I can’t stay here any longer. I’m sorry. It’s not you.

Mira


At least he hadn’t cried this time, although it wasn’t like she had actually died. He just probably wasn’t going to see her ever again...

Shaking himself out of his revere, he followed the steady stream of guests in the main hall of the Hearts. He had never been on a ship like this before. The economy on Yaga Minor couldn’t really support one, and none of the wealthier denizens bothered to privately own one. He had to admit, he was quietly impressed. The main hall possessed a high ceiling with arched roof and columns, there was a dance floor, and a big set of doors leading to an outside patio. The other end of the hall held the buffet table and the bar.

He took a few moments to take in the scenery around him. From the snippets of conversation he had picked up on the ride over, the 21 Hearts had recently come under new management. Some ex-army Seargent turned businessmen/rogue known as ‘Snipes’ had picked up the place and turned into a public venue for VE personal. Ibram didn’t know the man, although he had heard of him. He didn’t want to speculate how exactly the ship was acquired. He could have sworn he saw a blood stain on the way in...

I need a drink, he thought to himself.

He made his way slowly to the bar. Recognising and, where appropriate, nodding to people he know. He saw Hunter and Slasher from Nazgul squadron, stopping briefly to engage the former in some small talk. Despite trying their best to remain inconspicuous, you could tell Slasher was being accompanied by a couple of bodyguards, so Ibram settled for giving the Nazgul officer a nod.

He noticed Tinker and “Flyboy” Korant having a dance out on the floor, and was quietly relieved to see some fellow squadmates at the place. Although they had never met their CO in an informal setting before, so it would be intereseting to see how that played out.

I wonder if Phin or Anden are going to show up...

“What can I do for you?” The bar man asked him as he reached the counter.

“You don’t happen to have any Yavvitiri ale do you?”

“We imported everything for the opening event.”

I bet you did, Ibram thought. He didn’t want to imagine how much that cost the privateer.

Beverage in hand, Ibram sat back and relaxed as the night unfolded before him...
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April 29, 2009 11:15:01 PM    View the profile of Luckystar 
Lucky was in the bathroom, busy admiring herself in the mirror. she had decided to skip the dress and go for something a a little simpler, a white blouse with a jacket, black pants and shoes, which she had polished to a shine. Her  hair she hdn't done yet, taking a bottle of gel from the counter, she quickly styled her hair and wet on to apply a touch of makeup to maks any bruises she might have from missions and the circles under her eeys from late nights and gruelling work.

Staring at herself in the mirror for another minute, she walked ou of the bathroom and proceeded downstairs just as Alan was finishing up with his preperations.

"Ready to go, hun?"

"Sure am" he looked her over from head to toe, she did look  a little serious in her attire but it still looked pretty good.

She proceeded out the door and to the hangar where all their vehicles were kept. Looking at them al she decided to use the jadthu-class landing craft she had purchased some time ago.

Stepping in, she flicked a few switches and a few seconds later, the engines whined to life. she was surprised by their silence, they'd have to consider using this ship someday on a mission in the future.As Alan stepped into the cockpit,she raised the ramp and they were on their way to the Imperial Ball.

Some time later, se docked the ship, powered it down and proceeded to walk inside the 21 hearts, it was a beautiful beast of a ship, she felt like exploring but she knew that some were probably waiting for them at the Ball.

Hurrying through the double doors, she looked aorund slowly at the decor, everything was always so well made at each Ball she went. Snipes did a good job after all, walking over to the var she ordered herself an ale and walked over to Ibram, who was quietly sitting on his stool, watching everything.

"Hey you"

"Hi there, Lucks, how're things?"

"Pretty good thanks, enjoying yourself?"

"I'm just watching everything form the comfort of this seat."

Smiling she grabbed a seat next to him and sipped her ale as Alan joined them and the three made small-talk. While they were talking, she wondered if she'd be able to play a game of poker this evening, if tht wasn't possible taht was fine too, she simply hadn't played in awhile.
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April 30, 2009 12:06:35 AM    View the profile of Sicario 
“You know,” Phineus began with a smirk on his face, “you look like a man who can use an easy vacation, but just doesn’t want to be here.”

Phineus patted Ibram on the shoulder as he plopped down in a seat to the right of him. Dressed in a long sleeve, off-white shirt with three buttons, the first two unbuttoned, down from his neck to his chest, with a black Imperial Navy t-shirt beneath; complimented by gray, loose fitting sweats, Phineus surely thought he pulled off the too-lazy-to-properly-dress look well. Phineus hadn’t planned on attending the Imperial Ball, but he just couldn’t resist all the free alcohol and food that had been imported from more planets than Phin could possibly imagine traveling to. Each planet had its own twenty-foot table that featured its popular spread of cuisine, each complimented by overly-specific types of ale or wine or even juices that were individually tagged with pictures of food that they went best with. Most of these tables featured waiters from that planet, all of whom had an extensive and near perfect knowledge on the variety of meals that were offered. It was quite possibly the most luxurious event Phineus had ever and most likely will ever attend.

The air surrounding the ball had been one of drunken laughter; full of political debates, talks of Navy versus Stormtroopers, talks about nothing relevant at all, which was perfectly relevant at the moment, and every possible topic that had been bottled up inside the mind of the party goers. Phineus was happily surprised to see how well everyone was getting along. Troopers weren’t roughing up the pilots too badly, and the pilots weren’t overly-bragging about what they do and how they do it, or complaining about it for that matter. Everyone seemed to be at ease, which put Phineus at ease. However, if one sore thumb stuck out in a crowd, then this one belonged to Ibram Tyrol, the man whom Phin was an Executive Officer to. Phineus fancied himself on being able to read people from miles off, but Ibram was always a tough tell. However, it was clear as the planetary beverage indicators that something was off, that something had been off, for quite awhile now.

Ibram, without acknowledging Phin’s attempt at a joke, craned his head up and to his right, and followed Phineus as he sat.

“You have to admit,” Phin continued, “this is one beautiful sight.”

Ibram nodded in his mind, without wasting any physical energy to do such in real life, as he turned his head out to sea and focused his attention on the crisp, golden blue waters that had a steady current passing through them. The sun had been setting across the horizon, giving the waters a particularly star-like twinkle, reminding pilots of the space that they had flown in one too many times; and yet, not enough times.

Phineus’ smirk washed away from his face like a receding tide after a fresh crash of a wave on some sandy shore in the middle of a peaceful planet. His face bore an expression of concerned understanding, and his eyes slowly retreated downward into the glass of wine he was holding with his mechanical hand, hidden by the bantha leather glove.

“I’m sorry about Mira,” Phineus said between breaths, quiet as to not disturb the easy-going attitude of the ship.

Ibram’s eyes moved not, staying perfectly focused on the splashing waters. His brow narrowed a bit, as if he had spotted something far off in the distance, yet there was nothing to be found.

“I know how much she meant to you,” Phineus resumed, “and I know what it’s like to lose someone. I know more than any man should.”

Still, Ibram appeared as though he had been keying in on something in the middle of the ocean, something he knew was there, although something he could not spot.

“Her and I,” Phineus said after taking a tiny sip of the wine, “we never really had any chemistry between us. That one mission, heh, remember when she stickered my entire TIE fighter? We used that mission as an excuse to better get to know one another. We used that excuse as an excuse for her to make you jealous, for one reason or another.”

Ibram’s eyes began to glitter in the moonlight as did the ocean, glimmering delicately as they held back the tears which slowly began to collect. Phineus wasn’t sure where he was going with his story, he never was good at thinking before he spoke, or thinking at all for that matter, but he continued on in hopes of lightening Ibram’s mood.

“I could tell she had strong feelings for you, at least when I was around to witness them. I can’t imagine what it was like when I was gone. Love is one hell of a connection; rare yet popular, easy to dream up but difficult to attain. I know what it can do to a guy. The most difficult feeling to deal with is losing someone. Having something in your life for so long, you get used to it, take it for granted. But when it’s gone, just like that, in an instant, you realize just how much you depended on that person and the feelings they gave. And then, you’re overcome with the fact that it’s gone forever, and that you have absolutely no way of contacting that person. You’re lost, scared, and alone. I’m sure she meant it when she said it wasn’t you.”

Ibram, for what seemed like the first time since Phineus had sat down, blinked. Two tears escaped from his left eye, they crawled down his cheek without pity or remorse, although those two tears alone carried the emotions of a lifetime.

“How did you know she said that?” Ibram sharply replied beneath a tattered voice of uncertainty, nearly breathless enunciation.

Phineus had wondered if that was the wrong thing to say, if Ibram would take too much offense from Phin’s knowledge of Mira’s retirement, if he would be demoted and sent back to a petty Flight Member as soon as this ball had ended. But alas, Phineus took a chance. Over his entire short career he had a deep desire to make Ibram proud, for reasons he was unsure about. He had often contemplated if it was born from his desperate attempts at finding a brother or a father figure in his life, something he had never experience before. Anden Beliam had always been there for Phineus, but they had always been equals. Phin had this want, this longing to show off for someone who was above him, some superior who he could still connect with. Or maybe, Phineus was just looking to help out a fellow friend, he couldn’t tell; nor did he wish to over analyze the situation any more than he already had.

“Perks of being XO, sir,” Phin admitted, “I too get immediate word of pending retirements and their reasons for going that route. Her retirement data file she left you was also in my inbox. My guess is that Navy brass sent it to me so that you didn’t have to tell me yourself; but I also have other suspicions. There was no sender address, just her data file; no telling who it came from.”

Ibram sat still, peering out across the waters. It appeared to Phineus now that Ibram had given up his optical search for whatever he was trying to find, and had settled on the fact that nothing was to be found at all. This seemed as though it depressed Ibram even more, but his expression hadn’t changed.

“Look, sir,” Phineus began, “you and I… we haven’t necessarily had the best friendship in the galaxy. I’ve done some things to perturb you in the past, which I hope I’ve made up for. But I just want you to know that I’m here for you. Whether you want to talk about it, or if you just want to avoid it completely; either way I’m right here.”

“Thanks,” Ibram managed to say as his throat swelled from the battle of holding back a current of rushing tears that would sabotage the entire night if he allowed them out.

Phineus nodded slowly, “I’m your executive officer, it’s what I’m here for.”

Ibram Tyrol and Phineus Gage sat, gazing out at the deep blue ocean. Both men dressed in their ideas of smart clothing, without being too smart. Both men allowing silence to fill the rest of their conversation; for enough words had been spoken. Whether it was Phin’s rambling or Ibrams short and to the point speech, it had been all that was needed. Both men sat side by side, two completely different individuals who had been through the same problems, whether they knew it or not. They were different, but their pain connected them. The background was painted with steady laughter and dancing and eating and drinking; the foreground showed off nature’s purest beauty. In between, sat both men, in the silence that was only enjoyed by them. Phineus was waiting for Ibram to speak, or not to speak, Phineus was waiting for anything, if at least nothing. Phineus had nowhere else he would rather be.

“You really call that an outfit?” Ibram finally said aloud.

Phineus smiled widely, took the final three sips of wine in one altogether gulp, and swallowed.

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Lucky: I had wrote this prior to you posting, so I missed the part where you sat with Ibram. Let's say my post takes place after you and Alan get up to leave after speaking with Brammy.
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April 30, 2009 6:36:31 AM    View the profile of Karash 
Karash walked down the corridors of the ship towards the ball room, he couldn’t stand these events. He had grown up in places like this, being introduced to random people and having to be pleasant to people that you can stand but what really annoyed Karash about these things was that they were always so fake. Whilst everyone sat, drank and danced they all knew that tomorrow they would g back to their problems and arguments. However he knew that other people were looking forward to it and was going to try and behave appropriately, it’s not as if he hadn’t done it before.

“Take your coat sir?” said a very odd looking man in a suit.

“Yes and try not to lose it.” Karash said, trying to draw himself up to his full height.

Although Karash would never admit it, not even to himself, he really did enjoy the occasional chance to look and act as he was brought up too; Karash and most of the people who know him, know how much of a snob he can be. He was very proud about the fact he had managed to get his favourite item of clothing sent to him from his home on Kuat. The clothing style had been in his family for generations and now the style of robes looked out of place but they were expensive and that was all that mattered to Karash.

It was then that Karash went into the main ballroom and he was really quite amazed at how well the place looked, it looked elegant and indulgent and generally who a ball should look. There were gambling tables, a bar, a dance floor full of people Karash didn’t know and what appeared to be a door leading outside. He noticed some of the people he was meeting but he decided to get a drink first, it was going to be a long night and he would need it.

“Large Corellian brandy please.” Karash asked the bartender. “Thanks” he said as the person passed them a drink.

Karash then began to make his way over to the people he was meeting, he had to dodge several people who seemed to pay no attention to anyone around them but he eventually made it to his friends. The Raiders had decided to meet up separately because it was just easier that way.

“Evening everyone.” Karash said as he reached them.

“Hey Kar, isn’t this all amazing.” Havock said, excitement was visible on her face.

“It does look rather impressive, and you very nice this evening.” Karash said, he hated making small talk. “As do you both.” Karash said very quickly as he noticed Jae and Ron just behind them.

Ron gave a nod but Jae seemed a bit pre-occupied but Karash decided not to prod any further.

“Have you seen the outside, there is a pool and we’re right above the water.” Hav said still looking extremely excited.

“Water, the Gungan is coming is he?!” Karash said, now slightly alarmed.
“I think so, why?” she replied.

“Water, damned water. He will be in before we have to time to restrain him.” Karash said already feeling embarrassed at the thought.

The rest of the squad gave a giggle before they continued to talk. The evening seemed to be going alright and Karash hoped that it would stay nice and quiet.
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April 30, 2009 7:07:16 AM    View the profile of AlanRJ 
Alan stood in front of the mirror and smiled.  He was dressed in a sharp black suit with a white shirt.  Glancing down he spotted his shoes which shined.  He had spent quite some time shining them and now he realised that it had been worth it.  Lucky was still in the bathroom making herself look beautiful, although Alan knew she already looked stunning without needing any extra work.  Now for the final touch thought Alan as he grabbed his bowtie.

It had been some time since Alan had put on a bowtie but he figured how hard could it be.  He started to understand the difficulty after the fifth time.  Every time he put it on it either fell off or went on at an angle.  Alan cursed under his breath and wondered how much longer he had before Lucky was ready.  He was starting to think maybe a tie would be easier when his droid, Betty, sauntered in.

"I could hear you voicing some concerns and assumed you required assistance" stated Betty.

"You mean you heard me saying what a pile of" started Alan.

"Exactly" replied Betty, cutting him off before Alan could start cursing once more, "allow me".

"You can do up a bowtie, this I have to see" said Alan.

Betty moved in front of Alan.  The angle that she was at prevented Alan from seeing what exactly she was doing.  He was certain he could hear her voice grumbling about how easy this was but Alan wasn't going to pull her up on it.  In a matter of minutes she moved away.  Alan looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.  Not a bad job thought Alan as he realised just how good the bowtie looked.

"Will that do?" queried Betty.

"It'll do" replied Alan.

"Ready to go, hun?" called out Lucky.

Alan glanced back in the mirror and realised that he was all good to go.

"Sure am" he replied.

Exiting the room he came over to Lucky and looked her up and down.  She looked simply stunning even if she did look a little serious.  Alan was slightly disappointed that she had not chosen her dress but as long as she was comfortable then he was happy enough with that.

Lucky headed out the door and started to make her way through to the hangar bay.  They had decided earlier in the day that they would take one of her ships for a change and Alan was looking forward to seeing the ship.  He took one last look in the mirror and locked up the condo and made his own way to the hangar.

Entering the hangar he could hear the engines start to whine to life and he glanced over and took in the sight of the Jadthu-class craft.  Entering the ship he took in the view and marvelled at its design.  Moving into the cockpit he heard the ramp being raised.  He settled into the seat beside Lucky and relaxed as she took the controls and lifted the ship off the deck and out through the hangar bay doors.

It was quite a short journey to the 21 Hearts and on their approach Alan took a good look through the viewport at the ship.  He whistled in appreciation at its design.  He wasn't expecting it to be such a fancy looking craft and he appreciated the sheer design of it.

Lucky landed the ship smoothly and Alan thought back to all of the missions they had been on and wished Zeshaun could land as smoothly as that.  Lowering the ramp they exited the craft and entered the double doors.

Alan gazed around the large room and was amazed at just how luxurious the place was.  It seemed that every ball just got better and more grandiose.  Lucky was already at the bar and chatting away to Ibram.

Alan smiled, it wasn't often that Lucky beat him to the bar and he quickly followed ordering up a tall glass of corellian ale.  Pulling up a stool alongside them they chatted for a while, seeing how the navy was getting on these days and Ibram querying how Paladin was doing.

Finishing off his ale, Alan set down his glass and heard gentle music playing harmoniously through the hall.  He glanced over at Lucky and held out his hand.

"Care to dance hun?" asked Alan.

Lucky flashed him a broad smile and replied "I'd love to".

She wrapped her hand in his and they bid their farewells to Ibram and headed out onto the dance floor.  Alan wrapped his arms around Lucky and together they swayed to the music.  Despite being uncomfortable in his attire, Alan realised why he enjoyed going to the Imperial Balls.

Alan glanced over and noticed that someone else had joined Ibram and he was glad that he had some more company as he had felt slightly bad for leaving him alone at the bar.
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  RE: A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 30, 2009 9:29:03 AM    View the profile of Aeos 
Aeos lazily tilted the shot glass empty into her mouth and muttered for another one.

Obviously very much bored she studied the mingling and gambling crowds. While a majority of them simply kept with Ceremonial imperial dress codes, a surprising number had turned up in outfits of their own choosing.

“Here you go miss, take it slowly” a sleek voice from across the bar muttered at her as he slid another shot.

“Don’t worry buddy, I´ll call for help, “ she replied in a sigh.

At that moment, a peculiar hush fell over the large room. Aeos´ eyes instinctively searched for the source.
She couldn’t quite place the face with the outfit.

“Oi, you know that guy? “she asked at the bartender. The man´s eyes met with her dryly.

“I do believe that is Senior Officer Slasher, “

Aeos nodded in thanks, and turned her focus back at the pilot. She had a mild suspicion that the silence of the room might be attributed to the...peculiar outfit the man wore along with his two equally peculiar dressed companions.

Meh, everyone to themselves, she thought with a sigh and turned around back in her seat.

A sudden arm snaked around her waist, and effortlessly lifted her out of the stool and briefly dipped her to the floor.

Aeos grinned coyly at Jegora, and poked a free finger into her ribs causing the giant almost to lose his grip at the small fit laughter caused by her tickling.

“Hows you doing Mister? “ She asked after he pulled her back up, wrapping her into his arms in a hug.

“You know how I feel about these things Ae,"

Aeos smiled and patted him on the cheek.

"You look very handsome, don't worry,"

Jegora grumbled something incoherently at her, but she ignored it.
Earlier, she had managed to convince the man not only to attend this friggin thing, but he also allowed her to play dress up with him.

He looked simple. A pair of formal dark pants, dress boots, open-button shirt with a waistcoat tipped with a formal scarf that hangs loosely around his neck. Aeos grinned again. She felt a bit guilty about playing dress-up, but she simply couldn't resist. She tugged at her own dress in the afterthought. A simple white strapless little cocktail dress accented by black seams across the design, topped with a black ribbon in her unruly blond hair.

Truth of the matter was. Aeos hadn't come for any reason here. Neither had Jegora. The social goings of the Vast Empire had lately become something more for them.
And for the dashing Sniping101 as well.

Shall we talk business outside my dear?" Jegora and Aeos turned around to face Snipes who grinned at them cockily with his brandy in hand.

Aeos nodded with a soft smile.

"Ah yes....we have business I believe,"

Snipes nodded, and Jegora's grip on her hand tightened.

Aeos and Snipes had been out of contact for a few months now, but both had been very busy in that time.

Aeos was still in the process of setting her establishment with Roworths' while Snipes had kept himself busy with activities much more drastic.

Aeos flashed Jegora a smile. She wasn't sure what she was getting them into by going underground, but she prayed it would work out.
"Let's continue outside,"


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Hehe, hope you dont mind Jeg, chose you outfit for you^^
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  RE: A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 30, 2009 4:16:00 PM    View the profile of Sniping101 
Snipes smiled around his cigarette as he made his way outside, his blue coat trailed behind him in the ocean breeze. The blessed ocean breeze. Snipes led the others to the bow, dismissing a pair of lovebirds. Snipes wanted the bow. He leaned back on the railing and tipped his glass back, taking in what was left of the contents. He studied the pair over the glass, he'd known Aeos for a rather long time at this point, although as with anyone Snipes knew, contact had been scarce for awhile. Jegora "Two-Fists" Fal Snipes also knew, although their last meeting had been while Snipes was investigating an issue with Jester Squad. When he'd parted them he hadn't been on the best of terms with the squad; apparently the vicious murder of a defensless key suspect was frowned upon. Who knew? In fact, he didn't remember parting on particularly good terms with either.

"Well, we cerainly do seem to have attracted a strange bunch." Snipes said absently, "Kelevra, could you grab me another drink; and see if you can't round up the child."

"Grea', I getta play kid wrangla'" The monocled man grumbled, wandering off.

Snipes pulled a flask from one of his pockets, opened it, took a drink, "Well, now that we're all alone; I suppose you want to talk business. Wonderful, successful, boring business. Ah well, it can't be helped.

No, the reason I invited you out here," He glanced from one to the other, they were likewise glancing at each other, "I've gotten wind of your little. . .enterprise and wanted to offer my assistance; as you can see The Osk Company is doing quite well."

"And what is it you do?" Jegora asked.

"Hrm, how do I say it? We are individuals of enterprise."

"They're pirates Jegora." Aeos said bluntly, clearly not satisfied with Snipes explanation. Snipes to admit to himself, he was being rather convoluted on purpose.

"As I understand it you want connections into my world, the underworld; where bounty hunters become little more than glorified assassins and thugs. I live deeply in this world and I know more than a few people who aren't above using such methods. I, myself, prefer to deal with my enemies face to face, as I'm sure you're well aware. There are, of course, several such people here tonight. Think of this party as The Osk Company showing off."

"Alright, Snipes, what is it you want in exchange," Aeos was being cautious, probably a good idea when taking a step into this world.

"Ah, what I want," Snipes smiled, "What I want is neither here nor there; it's what I need that's important.

"You see, The Company, me and my employees have a habit of getting on peoples worst sides; you could say it's our hobby. What I need is to make certain that contracts, or at least non-government, against my people are not posted, paid or otherwise endorsed. I also want information; as much of it whenever I need it. In addition I have come to discover that you, Aeos, have a few contacts that would be of interest to me; I can get you a list, or you can determine it for yourself, but I would like meetings setup."

"That's a bit much, First Sergeant."

Snipes cast his eyes to Jegora, "I did not come here as the assistant to the Executive of the Stormtrooper Corps; I came here as the Pirate Lord Snipes; either way, I see no problem with this offer, but it is just that, an offer."

"Snipes," The pirate's attention switched to Aeos, "That's a bad deal. If you want that much you're going to need to offer more; like, say, information. Information on contracts, people behind them, information that will help find the bounties, things like that."

"Things like that? Horribly vague. I like it though; I'll even throw in a few contacts I have. I know a few guys that might be able to help in providing information on locations and known associates, atleast on Corellia, Tatooine, Nar Shadaa and possibly other locals. I'll see what I can dig up. There is, of course, no urgent need to settle things now."

Snipes stopped a little short of his original planned speech, noticing Gregory Kelevra coming up from behind the two, a glass in hand. He nodded to Snipes, with the biggest grin on his face, cigarra clamped in his teeth, monocle somehow still in place. He had the distinct swagger of someone who was very proud of themselves.

Snipes cocked his head back slightly, so that he was looking over the two in front of him, "Oi! Kelevra, what ya got there to be grinnin' about?"

"Hah! Nothin' much Boss, seems dat DarNamell guy you was talkin' 'bout showed up though wif some smoke whiskey, so's I bringin' ya some."

"Good man, good man."

"Dinna' know ya had guests though; they canna get they own." He said gruffly handing the drink off to Snipes, who took a long drink from it.

"Ah, introductions," Snipes said to their confused faces, "This is one of my officers and leader of the Hound's most interesting boarding crew, Gregory Kelevra. Kelevra, this is Aeos and 'Two-Fists'.

"Anyway; once we finish here I would recommend going inside and introducing yourselves to a few people. Actually, scratch that, I'll introduce you. Might even drag Fury along for the hell of it."

Snipes realized he'd been dominating conversation so far; part of it was excitement, part of it was alcohol, and he grudgingly had to admit part of it was spite. Still, he was ready for them to lead the rest of evening. Not so much out of generosity as laziness.


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April 30, 2009 5:02:41 PM    View the profile of Ron 
Ron, the very semblance of innocence on this crowded party night, was dressed from head to toe in a black blazer and shirt, with a white collar tie, black slacks, and white shoes.  Fine streaks of only the finest of the cheapest stuff held his hair back in an aristocratic fashion upon his head, and his nose held up the largest (but perhaps dirtiest) pairs of shades that he had ever owned. 

Contrary to popular belief, Ron was not a very fine card player.  His hands were always the lowest, his bets were always the least, and his calls were sometimes very poor.  So what kept him alive in the world of "edge of knife fortunes"?  Luck.  Lies.  Cheap tricks.  Ron was a self-proclaimed master of bending the rules, beating the house, and winning all the money.  Of course, there were times when his antics were discovered; resulting in unpleasantries that got him banned in more than one casino...

But Ron was feeling lucky today.  So lucky, that he even gambled at the card tables; something he rarely ever did, even when vacationing from aforesaid tricks of robbery.  So sitting himself down at one of the larger tables, he bought into a relatively early game of the pazaak family, a game of numbers and luck mostly.  Ron won a few hands, lost a few more, and ended up after a good hour with a third more than he started with.  Satisfied with this, he stood up to cash out.  It was then that he noticed for the first time a familiar face in the crowd of gamblers.  A quick wink and a nod, and Ron cashed out his hand and slowly walked over to a table in the back of the room, where the haze of the cigarra smoke lingered in the air like char and ash does from a doused fire.  The familiar face followed, slowly, uninterestedly, and certainly not suspiciously.  The meeting between the two appeared to be more of a friendly smoke, rather than what they both knew it to be; an especially unexpected criminal joint.

"This seat taken?" the other said.  Ron shrugged and said, "I see no one using it; the lady who sat there before you got up for a drink, think she passed out somwhere over back of you."

The other grinned, sitting down, making his face more visible in the thick air.  Ron reached out his hand to grasp the other, and they met, those two with a firm handshake of well aquainted men.  The other man was tall, black of skin, with long dreadlocks for hair which he pulled back into a tail behind his head.  His face was free of facial hair, save for the a tiny patch of soul directly beneath his wide, mouth.  As he opened his mouth to speak, his pearly whites drew attention to themselves in their dark confinement behind his thin lips; but one only saw them for a short moment, for he opened his mouth but a little when he spoke.

"Stormtrooper?" he said with a laugh.

"Afraid so." Ron returned.  He rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably, a habit that he developed shortly after joining the Corps a decade ago.  The other noticed the gesture and understood the reason of habit behind it.

"They branded you?" the other asked.  He was smiling now, his mouth was spread wide to either side of his face, and his teeth were even more evident now in their exposure.  But Ron shrugged again uncomfortably and replied,

"Yeah."

The other man laughed and slapped him on the back.  "Never thought I'd see Sobaccus Ron caught up doing Imperial Jobs!  You must of had some tough luck, kid."

Ron half grinned.  Mufti, for that was the other man's name, had a habit of patronizing him.  Perhaps it was because Mufti taught him all he knew about slicing, perhaps it was because Ron never got to know his uncle that well.  Ron knew it was probably a mix of both.

Mufti noticed the uncomfortable look in Ron's face and tried to ease the tension.  "Hasn't been the same, these ten years, without you.  You were my best prospect.  Imperial Army though!  And from the look of that suit it's well payin!  I always knew you'd go far."

Ron shrugged and replied, "There's no cap on recruitment, Muff, they're always looking for more people to enlist."

Mufti shook his head.  "Nah."  he replied.  "Stormtroopers ain't my idea of a job.  It's too..." he struggled for an adjective without offending Ron too much, "it's too much of the manual 'fight and run' stuff.  Us slicers are meant for intelligent things; we're engineers, and hackers, and..."

"Pilots?"  Ron proposed.

"Sure, why not." Mufti replied.  "I'd fly if I was snuffed out like you."

"Wasn't my fault." Ron said.  "They..."

"I know, man." Mufti interrupted.  "I've heard the story before, tough luck."  Ron turned his head away for a moment, hoping to catch a waitor for a drink, giving Mufit a quick glance at the tattoo scrolled on the back of his head, that read "DELINQUENT".  Mufti quickly shifted his gaze and continued when Ron turned back again,  "Look, what I mean is, that's tough and all; but I got you a proposition."

Ron shrugged, "What kind of proposition?"

"A good one."  Mufti replied.  "Something bigger than this Army joke you're in now."

"Leave the army?" Ron said wonderingly.  He never thought of dissertion.  These past ten years had gone by quickly.  Now that the thought of another fifteen came about, Ron wasn't sure if he wanted to spend it that way.  Mufti's proposal was starting to sound good.

"So you want to hear it, or what?" Mufti said. 

Ron lit a cigarra before replying, his face bright and red from the glow of the flittering flame, choked as it was by the lack of oxygen in the air.  He pulled one more time at his cigarra, blew out a puff of smoke, and gave Mufti his answer.
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  RE: A Night at Sea (Imperial Ball. Open to All)
April 30, 2009 5:07:54 PM    View the profile of Fury 
Finally, he got up from the table, bottle mostly empty. He'd been pestering the poor waitress so much that he finally slid her a thousand credit chit and had one of the smoke whiskey bottles brought to him. He'd managed to have some lovely lass write "MINE" on it in bright red lipstick so he could keep other people's mitts off of it.

The competition had been average tonight. A certain Sen Hound had been a better than decent competitor but full time pilots and troopers could not compete with the skill one learned doing deals in gambling parlors. He wasn't good, he was experienced.

So Hound was out, but he'd given him a lighter for his efforts. Hopefully that took some of the sting away from taking his last paycheck.

He'd seen Snipes enter the ballroom with his ever-growing entourage and decided this was a good time to get either more or less involved in the goings on. Tipping the dealer handsomely, he got up with more credits than he came in with and bid a good night to the other players.

Lugging his bottle and smoking a cigarra lit by candlelight, he made his way out onto the open veranda. Personally he saw such a concept as completely insane on a spacefaring vessel, but it made a damn good impression at sea level. He took a swig and then a drag of his smoke and watched some kind of fish jumping aside the vessel. He couldn't tell if this relaxed him or made him hungry.

Then he felt someone coming too close to him.

Turning around it was Kuin, who someone managed an invite, as he usually did to things with open bars. He had a drink in one hand and a datapad in the other.

They exchanged some small talk as Fury caught up on some company matters and some intel.

"Really? What the hell does this mean?" he finally asked.

"Which part? There's a lot there."

"Oh, the part where our newly esteemed co-partners are quickly getting established with most parties that matter in their line of work."

"Ah, that.  Beyond being smart, it looks like they are looking long term and making some smart bets early. Don't tell me you didn't try the same thing with the store?"

"No, true. Part of the reason I stole you away was to get some inroads with the 'less credible' business types in the Outer Rim."

Kuin smiled, "And that's worked out pretty well for all of us, hasn't it? I just thought you might want some inkling of what this party may or may not be about. Actually, given our Pirate Lord's trajectory, he might just end up telling you himself before the night is out."

Fury turned and saw the pirate posse heading his way. "Or at least as much as he wants to tell me. None of that makes total sense to me yet, but thanks for the update. Stick around for some grub though. No use missing a great party."

Kuin nodded and went back in to the ballroom. Fury lit up another cigarra and sighed. It was business after all. Ah well.
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May 1, 2009 6:55:23 AM    View the profile of Tinker 
As Cadie leaned against the bar, shaking her head slightly at the retreating form of Rutian, she glanced over and saw Korant dressed in a tux. He did look good in a suit He looked rather sheepish and unsure, and she had nothing better to do, so she winked at him. As predicted he immediately came bouncing over to the bar.

Alater whispered in her ear. “Don't break his heart, Red.”

“Hi Cadie” said Korant as he moved alongside Cadie.

Cadie was still smirking from what Alater had said and had a great retort which died softly on her tongue. Damn hate when that happens, think up good stuff and can't say it, bah. “Oh, hi Korant, glad you could make it”

“What’s with your date?” queried Korant, “looks like he left in a huff”.

Cadie looked over to where Rutian had gone, or at least in the general direction, she couldn't even see him anymore. Shaking her head she looked back to Flyboy and shrugged, “Yeah, I don’t know.”

Korant held out his arm and asked, “care to accompany me instead to the dance floor?”

Cadie looked at his arm and glanced to Alater, who was holding in laughter at the whole scene played out before him. Aww, what the hell one dance with the guy won't kill you. She flashed a smile and replied “I’d love to”.

Pausing to snuff out her cigar on the bar, she gave a quick sweet smile to the bartender who looked like she might decapitate the young pilot. Then she hoped off the stool and took Korant's arm, she even allowed him to lead her to the dancefloor.

The song was a moderate tempo, which suited Cadie. The last thing she needed was a slow, soft, sappy song to be playing right now.

“So umm, Cadie.” He was looking down at his feet as he spoke, he looked terrified, as if he was going to step on her toes and she would shoot him. Perceptive guy actually. “Where did you grow up?”

Cadie looked at the top of his head for a few moments before answering. “Nar Shadda, my family was in the trading business. Not smuggling mind you, trading.” Her eyes were drawn behind Korant for a second, she could see the gaming tables. Hello. Then she be came aware that he was looking at her and not her shoes, waiting for her to continue. Luckily for her she didn't have to, the song ended and Cadie could feel the tension melt from her shoulders as the two disengaged.

It wasn't Korant really, she just hated talking about her past and she could see that that was exactly what he wanted to talk about. Next thing she would have to mention that her parents went missing, were presumed dead, she went nuts and was politely pushed towards a military career.

Tink became aware that Korant was staring at her again. “Well that was fun, but if you'll excuse me, there is a Pazak table with my name on it.” And quite possibly the majority of my credits. She waved and smiled at Korant before leaving the dance floor and heading over to the gambling tables.
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May 1, 2009 7:15:55 AM    View the profile of Flyboy 
“Well that was fun, but if you'll excuse me, there is a Pazak table with my name on it" said Cadie.

Before Korant could say anything further Cadie was gone.  Korant couldn't believe anyone could move so quickly.  He had been looking forward to getting Cadie onto the dance floor but somehow he had figured it would last a bit longer than that.  He felt they had built up a connection and he was looking forward to getting to know her better, maybe that’s where he fell down.

He sighed and headed over to the bar.  Grabbing a bar stool he sat down and waved the bartender over.

"Get me a corellian whiskey, no, make it a double" said Korant.

"Want to talk about it?" asked the bartender as he poured Korant a generous amount of whiskey into a glass.

"Guess I'm not very good with the ladies" replied Korant.

Glancing over he could see Cadie already seated at a Pazak table and thoroughly engrossed in her game.  Korant hoped that she would win.  Looking over at the dance floor he watched as people danced along to the music.

He set the glass down on the bar and pointed at it.  The bartender didn't need any further prompting as he poured Korant another double whiskey into the glass.

"You know, this stuff never solved anything" said the bartender.

"You may be right" replied Korant, "but it may make me feel better".

"I doubt it" replied the bartender.

The bartender was starting to get on Korant's nerves with all of his so-called useful advice.

"You know what, just leave the bottle" said Korant.

"You got it" replied the bartender.

He knew when he wasn't wanted so he set the bottle down next to Korant and sauntered off to another customer.  Korant downed another shot of whiskey and poured a fresh measure into his now empty glass.
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May 2, 2009 7:57:20 AM    View the profile of Jager 
'Come along... It'll be a ball!' Jager scoffed as he downed his fifth glass of cheap wine. A light breeze ran across the deck causing him to shiver slightly. It would take more then a light breeze to dampen the festivities aboard the '21 Hearts'. The vessel itself could crash and still there'd be people dancing and drinking as if nothing had happened. Because in the Corps, you never passed up a chance to shed the armor and just be a person around your peer's. That and access to mostly free, if fairly cheap, alcohol meant a good time was going to be had, regardless of ones levels of inebriation.

Yet Jager was still having a bad time. It had all started a few weeks ago with his humiliating defeat at the hands of Jegora during a training simulation. He had never been able to handle personal defeat well and a defeat of such scale sent him on a downward spiral with a bourbon in one hand and a scotch in the other. Then came the salt. Not to long after his defeat Jegora left the army, thus stripping any realistic chance for Jager to at least get one back on the psychopathic bastard.

A half full glass sat on the handrail next to him, some junior officer stood by chatting mindless to one of his friends. 'Never leave your drink unattended' he muttered as he reached over and downed the glass in a single motion, returning it to its original setting. That made six, or five and a half... but who was counting?

He shouldn't have even been there. After assaulting a member of the catering staff and a light scuffle with some of Tadath's finest during the last ball he had landed in some luke-warm water, though several past agreements with the empire had reduced his sentence a six week detention on base, with the exception of squad assignments. But a close friend begged and pleaded for him to accompany her to this little shindig, which resulted in him landing a place as a 'plus one'.

But just as things were looking to go smoothly, fate intervened and this same close friend abruptly canceled an hour before hand, leaving Jager in a cheap suit with nothing else planned for the evening. The allure of the almost free booze proved to great. 'Have a Ball..., my ass' he grunted, digging deep into his coat pocket for one of his slender, white friends and a lighter.

The smooth taste of nicotine calmed him but did nothing to silence the disgust of the junior officer and his friends who stood a few feet away. It started with a subtle cough, then turned into some less then subtle talk about the evils of smoking and good manners. He could feel them looking down their noses at him but he didn't care. It ended with a tap on the shoulder...

"Buddy, do you mind putting that out. Its disgusting". Jager didn't bother acknowledging the man, he was too busy trying to place what he did in the Corps. Any infantry officer would have addressed him as 'Soldier', establish rank and show who's the superior. A logistics officer would have likely hit him up for a cigarette and a light. Which quickly narrowed the field to something between desk job and cabana boy to a member of the high command.

"I'm talking to you." the officer continued, his tone growing more stern with each word. Jager continued to ignore him. Instead he placed his weight against the rail and took a long drag, letting the smoke waft casually out of his nasal passages. Without warning Jager was turned sixty degrees bringing him face to face with the man. His face showed a growing concern but his tone continued to remain authoritative.

Several well placed hits over the course of a few assignments had pocked and skewed Jager nose slighty and a heel to the right cheek had given it a feint indentation, overall giving him quiet a hardened look. The officer on the other hand had a fair complexion and a very normal, by the books face. This coupled with the extra half a foot Jager had on the man clearly indicated who'd be the victor.

But this wasn't a test of physical prowess... at least not yet. He had to hand it to the man. It took gumption to continue, gumption or stupidity as it was clear Jager was in no mood for this kind of thing.

"I'm ordering you to put that cigarette out"

For a moment he seriously considered putting it out in the mans face, but common sense steered him away with a brief image of him being court marshaled for assaulting an officer. Instead he went along with it and grinded the cigarette into the handrail. A sensible man would have left it at that. The officer had clearly won, there was no need to keep going... but he did.

"And fix that tie, you are a disgrace." he stated, looking back at those he was previously talking to who were clearly enjoying the whole act. Jager could never handled personal defeat well, and the tie comment only rubbed salt onto his bruised ego. This time was different however, this time he had a clear chance to at least get back at the one who bruised him. Picking the recently extinguished cigarette up in his hand, he proceeded to crush it until it was nothing more then ash and paper. The officer momentarily distracted giving him plenty of time to prepare. Slowly he raised both his fists up,

"Excuse me... Sir?"

The officer turned back, still chuckling, "What is it, trooper?"

"Pick a hand" His statement sent the group silent and wiped the smile off the mans face.

"What?"

Jager smirked, "Its a game, used to play it as a kid. Pick a hand" The officer raised a cautious eyebrow, but continued. Deception was the key to succeeding in life, expect everything to be a trap and you'll never be taken by surprise. The officer had clearly never heard this saying.

"Fine. Left hand"

Jager made sure the mans and his friends attentions were fixed squarely on his left hand. With a quick, pointless shake of his wrist he unclenched his fist to reveal nothing but his palm. The group stood in a confused silence. His attention turned back to Jager who had his right fist hovering ominously over his mouth.

"I dont ge-"

Without warning Jager blew into his fist, sending a thick cloud of cigarette ash straight into the mans face and over his white undershirt. His group of friends all flinched too, coughing and spluttering as they attempted to clear the air allowing Jager to slip back into the crowd before they could repremand him. The maneuver itself was pointless, achieving nothing but making him feel marginally better about himself. And in the end, if he at least walked away with a smile on his face what more could he have asked for.
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May 2, 2009 2:42:36 PM    View the profile of Havock 
Havock adjusted the strap on her black dress. She absolutely, positivity, hated to wear a dress. But it was the Ball after all, and Jae told her she had to. Ron had excused himself  from the group of RADIERS after being...welcomed by Jae upon arrival.

Hav, Jae and Karash exchanged small talk for a few minutes before Havock herself decided she wanted to explore a bit. Grahim still had not shown up, Havock couldn't help but think about how much he would have loved the pool. As she made her way out to the patio area, as everyone was calling it, she passed a few soldiers she did not recognize. She was struck by how few people she actually knew outside of her little bubble of the RAIDERS. Hav had never been the 'life of the party' kind of girl, so she was okay not being popular.

Leaning on the railing she looked out over the ocean. She had always been a city girl, she'd seen oceans, sure. But that was far away from her everyday life growing up. It was amazing and relaxing to watch the waves and look at the reflections in the water. Sighing she turned and leaned against the railing looking back towards the party.

She could see Jae and Karash and even Ron in the distance talking at the bar. She looked over the crowd on the dance floor, swaying to some song she had never heard. Looking up at the sky she didn't even notice when Karash walked up to her.

“Havock, I would think that a girl like you would be more interested in the ship rather than the stars you could see from anywhere.” Havock's head was still tilted upwards but she could see Karash standing in front of her with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Well that's not entirely true Karash. The stars are different on every planet. Or at least from our perspective they are.”

“Pfft.”

That made Havock blink and look directly at Kar. “Pfft? What's that supposed to mean?”

Karash took his hands from behind his back and looked genuinely rattled. Almost as if he was fighting with himself over what to say. “Its just, Hav, what could you possibly know about...ugh...I'm sorry.”

Some people she would have punched, but this was Karash so Havock just laughed. “No its okay. The answer to your question is Tate. I know about astronomy because of Tate.” Poor Karash looked so confused, it was almost cute. “Tate was this old, and I do mean old, friend of Jed's back home. He was a soldier too for a while, but before that he was an astronomer. Now I don't remember the whole story but something happened in the army and he was too close to an explosion, lost his eyesight. So he used to take me up to the roof and have me describe the stars to him. Then he'd twap me with his walking stick every time I got any wrong or didn't use the right terminology. Funny guy, really. Pretty amazing memory.”

Karash just stared at Havock. He looked like he really wanted to say something but he couldn't put the words in the right order. Havock shook her head and patted Kar on the shoulder. “Come on, your right about one thing. This ship is way to beautiful to waste another second of it. Lets go to the bar, I'll buy you a round.”
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May 2, 2009 4:29:58 PM    View the profile of Karash 
Karash was standing at the bar sipping the drink he had for over twenty minutes now, he preferred to just sit and observe other people than to get involved with them as it was just easier that way. The room was heaving with people dressed in extravagant and beautiful items of clothing, drinking expensive beverages and just generally enjoying each others company but Karash knew that it was all fake; most of these people did not talk too each other from one day too another and when they did it wasn’t usually polite.

“Sorry.” Said a Mon Calamari pilot as he nearly fell over Karash.

As Karash continued to observe the room he could see his SL talking and his ASL mingling amongst various people, “If the Gungan were here at least things would be interesting” Karash thought to himself. He got up and began to make his way too the outside of the ship for a little bit of fresh air and to see the sea sparkle in the moon light.

There was a familiar figure leaning against the rails of the ship, as Karash reached the door he could see that it was Havock gazing out over the vast ocean and she was clearly deep in thought. As he approached Karash straightened his clothing and placed his arms behind his back in a very official fashion.

“Havock, I would think that a girl like you would be more interested in the ship rather than the stars you could see from anywhere.” Karash said still in a very official tone of voice.

“Well that's not entirely true Karash. The stars are different on every planet. Or at least from our perspective they are.” Hav replied very quickly and with a reasonably intelligent response which caught Karash off guard.

“Pfft.” It just sort of fell out of Karash’s mouth as he could not think of anything else to say.

It was clear by the look on her face that the arrogant little noise had stirred something within Havock and for a moment the two starred at each other, neither wanting to be the first to stop therefore being the one to have lost.

“Its just, Hav, what could you possibly know about.” Karash was now visibly uneasy and wanted to scream and shout, not at Hav but at the stars they were looking at.

How could a girl like her, a simple little gang member no about those stars, they burned so brightly looking down on everyone with such contempt and malice. They gave life and took it away so easily, each one gave the message of such beauty but if you dared to get too close they would burn so deeply.

“Ugh...I'm sorry.” Karash could tell that Havock was getting a little angry with him.

“No its okay. The answer to your question is Tate. I know about astronomy because of Tate.” Hav gave a little laugh and then continued to talk of this ‘Tate’ character.

However Karash did not listen properly because he knew that it was not the stars he was so angry at, it was once again his father and how this place reminded Karash so much of him. These parties were the one place where Karash actually had a proper father, he would speak to Karash like a proper father should and not like a mean old drunk. That is why Karash saw these things as illusions because after the nights drink and food wore off people would be left with nothing but a sore head.

“Come on, your right about one thing. This ship is way to beautiful to waste another second of it. Lets go to the bar, I'll buy you a round.” Havock’s words brought Karash back to reality.

Although she did not realise it, Havock may have just allowed Karash to enjoy the rest of the night.
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May 2, 2009 8:30:12 PM    View the profile of Lukas_Yuy 
Lukas walked in with a pair of black dress shoes, a pair of Crimson dress pants and a Crimson tuxedo top on into the vast expanse of the ships outer main deck. He looked around and saw quite a few faces that he knew and some that he didn't, which was to be expected at a party of this size. The wind blew past his face as the ship glided smoothly across the water and the stars in the dark blue sky slowly danced. Lukas hadn't been on an actual planet in what seemed like ages to him, for one that hadn't been a battlefield at least, it was actually kind of eerie not hearing the sounds of guns going off and people dying left and right. That didn't stop him from bringing a little back up though.

The door slid open as Lukas walked over the threshold into the main ball room where the music was loud and the people chattered amongst themselves. Strolling over to the bar, Lukas chatted with a few of his former squadmates like Ron and a few other familiar faces. Lukas wasn't much of a drinker but he did like a glass of wine every now and then so he ordered a white wine from the 1930's which was very hard to find, he was actually suprised to see that they had it and took the glass from the bartender.

After drinking the fine glass of wine, Lukas nodded to the bartender and walked across the dance floor, weaving in and out of dancing couples. His eyes darted about looking from one person to the next, he never let his guard down, some of the people looked shady...but then again who didn't, he grinned to himself. Continuing on his way to the forward part of the ship he ran into a few more people he knew and chatted a few minutes each with them, seeing on how they were doing.

A few minutes later he was at the forward part of the ship, a large number of people where out here. He looked around again to observe his surroundings and went up another deck so he could get a better look below even though this was probably an area for officers he really didn't care. Lukas made eye contact with a man he had known and served with a really long time, he could only help but grin at him. It looked like he had his hands full at the moment so Lukas decided to just walk around the bow a bit more before heading back inside.
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May 2, 2009 8:57:07 PM    View the profile of Sniping101 
The smoke curled up and into Snipes left nostril, causing a slight itch; he sneezed. Someone talking about me? Still he strode on confidently; the fact that Fury had ended up outside and on their path to the innards of the ships was convenient, Snipes wasn't entirely sure what it was exactly, but he did remember that he'd wanted to talk to the man about something. Snipes didn't worry about it too much, it would come up later, it always did.

"Hey, Bossman Fury, see you're enjoying the night air. How're you enjoying the party? Judging by the bottle you've found the bar."

"Heh, not too bad Snipes; I suppose I don't want to know where you found the ship or the funding."

"Not really; but hey, why don't you follow us for a bit; I think you'll find it interesting," Snipes said with a wink.

Fury paused for a second, then nodded. Snipes grin grew.

"Alright, if you'll just follow me right this way. . ." Snipes trailed off, flourishing with one hand and taking the lead.

Snipes wasn't intentionally concealing anything from the group with him, well, maybe Fal, but none of the rest. The problem was that Snipes couldn't even keep track of everything he was doing, if asked to list all the projects he was working on chances were he'd forget more than half of them until he started working on them again. Life as a civilian was confusing, and it was so much harder to find a good battleground.

Then Snipes, in his frequent involuntary glaces about the area around him, caught the eyes of a man he'd known what seemed like forever ago. Snipes smiled; he wasn't going to miss this opportunity. So, he politely canceled his current plans, with promises to return if the party would stay in one place for five minutes, before he wandered.

Lukas Yuy. Snipes had known him what seemed like a long time ago; but it couldn't of been that long ago. Snipes had been a proud Wraith Squad member under the command of Kuroishi, in Snipes mind a great man. He had seemed, much like Snipes, to enjoy the simple rapture of battle and the bliss that came along with it, Snipes could not dislike a man like that.

Snipes finally walked up to the man, "Lukas, you old dog, I haven't seen you in forever!" Snipes grasped him around the neck in a headlock of doom.

"Hey, Snipes, been awhile." He said with a grin.

"Damn right it has. Hey, I'm in a bit of a hurry, but I've got this little project these days. Money is good; fights are fun. We call ourselves The Osk Company. You wouldn't believe it, but this ship we're on"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's one of our prizes."

"Sounds interesting, Snipes, count me in."

"Aiight, I'll send you details, if it doesn't add up in the end, I won't hold you to anything, but the offer is always open, I can always use an extra gun. Anyway, I gotta run my man." Snipes released him, and started walking away, shooting the man a wink in a hand, shaped into the kids variant of a gun.

Snipes found again his people that he'd been meaning to drag to boring meetings with underworld crooks, powerful crooks, but still crooks. Snipes suddenly found that it didn't seem like much fun; he had the sudden urge to go out and start a bloodbath. But that wasn't entirely unusual for him; and he knew this was an important step to creating battlefields that would fully immerse and challenger him. He loved battle. His impulsive side, the side that usually ruled, didn't like this; any of this, it wanted to start something. Perhaps that was why he hadn't brought his own gun and was relying completely on Kelevra for his protection.
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May 2, 2009 10:02:18 PM    View the profile of Lukas_Yuy 
Lukas watched Snipes return to his entourage and shaked his head while grinning. "Somethings never change about some people...", he thought to himself as he walked back inside. It was good to see an old friend after such a long time. Many of the troopers and friends he had served withe either left or just died off over the years. Lukas walked over to a nearby table seated next to a clear window where he could see the stars. Many people walked by him and looked at him as he sat by himself, which he did most of the time, isolating himself from others he didn't know.

Glancing around the room some more, he noticed that many of the soldiers and their crushes where hanging out at this formal event. Lukas laughed quietly to himself thinking, one should never burden one's self with love because it would get in the way on the battlefield. One thing many people didn't know about Lukas's personality was that he didn't have much emotion. For reasons unknown even to himself, he was taught not to love. Most would find this very foolish but it was just who he was.

A random women dressed in black with a slender figure walked past Lukas with an intoxicating perfume that smelled of Roses and open field wind. Following her with his eyes, Lukas studied her body and realized that she too looked like a loner/outsider herself. He decided to get up and follow her over to the bar.

"Excuse me...", Lukas said to her as she turned to face him.

The women looked Lukas up and down and smiled devilishly, "Let me guess...you want to buy me a drink".

"Only if you would like one, as I am sure most of the other men here have been staring you down the instant you stepped on this ship", Lukas said in a coy remark.

She smirked at this remark and said in reply, "You don't seem like the other men on this boat...."

Lukas looked into her saphire blue eyes, an unusual color, and said, "Would you like to dance?..."

The moment after he said that, Lukas turned and walked away from her before she could reply. He walked out of the ballroom to an area where he couldn't hear any of the ballroom music or the loud conversations between crimelords, thugs, and thieves amongst soldiers as well.

Toying with people and taunting them was something Lukas had always had on his side, along with other various things. It would be her turn to make the next move, whatever that was. Lukas looked up at the stars and then down at the water, wondering what would happen aboard this vast ship known as the 21 Hearts.
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May 4, 2009 7:09:40 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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SORRY wrong account...I swear I thought I checked that, Should be Tinker



Tinker twisted her neck to the side and felt the bones and tendons snap and relax, rolling her shoulders she turned back to the gaming table. The last three hands had just been embarrassing, and the current one wasn't looking much better. She started to trace the top of her near empty drink glass.

Rolling her eyes she motioned to the dealer that she was done. Taking the last sip of her drink she stood and walked back over to the bar.

The glass hit the bar, harder than Cadie had intended. In fact it spun slightly and just barley managed to stay up right. The bartender looked at Cadie with her eyebrow raised, to which Cadie just shrugged. “It's empty, any ideas on how to fix that?”

The bartender just shook her head and snatched the glass from the table. Tink could see her muttering something under her breath, but she promptly returned with a clean glass and a nice bottle of corellian whiskey. Cadie just stood with her arms crossed, watching her whiskey make its way to the glass, it wouldn't be residing their long. The bartender smiled just a bit too sweetly at Cadie then turned and sneered at the bottle as she placed it back behind the bar.

“That wasn't very nice.” Tink just rolled her eyes without looking at the man who had decided to throw his two credits in, he was leaning against the bar next to her.

“Yeah, and who asked you.” Tink took a long drink from the glass as she slowly turned towards the guy that seriously needed to mind his own business. With the glass still to her lips the man came into focus. Cadie yanked the glass from her face, clanking it down on the bar. She swallowed the drink still in her mouth, which hurt like hell. But that was preferable to spitting corellian ale over her squadron commander.

As she turned back to face Ensign Tyrol she couldn't speak right away, the ale was burning a hole in her throat sending her into a fit of coughing. Tyrol was leaning against the bar with one arm, his hands were playing with his half full glass as his mostly down turned eyes periodically surveyed the dance floor.

Finally able to breathe again. Cadie drew up to full height, “sir, I apologize.”

He waved his hand in Cadies direction. “It's alright Crewman. But it is a party, you could lighten up just a tad.”

Like a whip she just snapped. “You too.” Literally bitting her tongue she turned her head, spat out a few curses at herself under her breath, then returned her gaze to Tyrol. He had a slightly amused look on his face before he nodded. “I'll keep your suggestion in mind Tinker.”

Before she could embarrass herself any further her blue skinned date walked up a little too close to Cadie for her comfort. She backed up pushing herself into the bar and leaning back over it to get more personal space. “Female, where have you been?” Rutian hissed in her face.

“Here, there, around. But really, tell me, how have you been, Ruti?” With every word she jerked in his direction causing the Twi'lek to jump back each time, until by the end he was almost an arms length away from her.
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