Tatooine nights are frigid. Under pale starlight dunes shimmer like snow. In the North a great sand palace rises
out of the desert floor. Faint music oozes from its pores and echoes down the canyons. Yule has come to the Outer Rim.
*Two staircases rose out of the great lobby and met atop a balcony. Beneath the balcony were two great bronze doors, now closed, which
led to the ballroom. On the balcony, leaning against the rail, stood General Ceel... honorary host of this year's Yule Ball. He looked down on the lobby
and took in the all too rare site of all the galaxy's inhabitants existing peacefully, shoulder to shoulder, armed with smiles instead of blasters and
lightsabers. The sight made him smile.*
"If I could have your attention please...." said the Gungan, repeating himself until silence fell over the crowd. "Thank you."
"Welcome to Tatooine. It is hard to believe that already a year has passed and we find ourselves together once again for one of the galaxy's most
cherished traditions. Time flows strangely in wartime....." The Gungan paused for a moment. "But tonight, let us forget about such things. Tonight is
a night for love and celebration. And let us hope that when we leave here later this night, that we might all carry some of that love with us back to the front
lines."
*There was great cheering. General Ceel waited for it to subside.*
"Alright Kids, go have your fun."
*The Ballroom doors opened.*
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Venus was one of the first in line to get inside the grand ball room. She had waited a long time to go to one of these. The feeling inside of her was one of excitment. Alot of planning had gone into this. She had been to all of the latest fashion stores to try and find the perfect dress for such an occasion. When she did find the right one she instantly knew and bought it on the spot. It was a long red flowing dress which was beautifully decorated with jewels and other rare and expensive things, that only a person of wealth and power could afford. Her hair was done to perfection and she had just the right amount of make up to enhance her facial features. She looked around and saw many people from around the galaxy. Friends and enemies alike were buzzing around, all excited and talking about what the ball room would be like. Everyone had heard rumours that the planners had made a huge effort to try and top last years, but no one thought that could be possible. Venus then looked foward to see the Gungan, the infamous General Ceel walk out and try and address the crowd outside. "If I could have your attention please.... Thank you. Welcome to Tatooine. It is hard to believe that already a year has passed and we find ourselves together once again for one of the galaxy's most cherished traditions. Time flows strangely in wartime..... But tonight, let us forget about such things. Tonight is a night for love and celebration. And let us hope that when we leave here later this night, that we might all carry some of that love with us back to the front lines." Everyone erupted into a round of a applause for the Gungan. Jedi, Sith, Outlaws and Rebels. Even the members of the Empire were applauding the Gungan. He spoke again. "Alright Kids, go have your fun." With that the ball room doors opened and everyone started to move inside. The first thing that stood out to Venus was the amount of detail that everyone had gone into to make this so special. And it was. The place looked stunning. She could tell that a lot of effort and skill went into making this a reality. She looked around and there was a sense of awe about it. She didn't know what to say. All of a sudden music started to play and Venus was brought back to reality. She started to walk over to the bar and ordered herself a drink and waited for everyone else to get settled in before she started to flirt her away around all of the men in the place. Taken or not. |
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Darth Nemus walked into the ballroom wearing an elegant robe. Black, with red and gold embroidering. Nemus did not have a partner... yet. He planned on finding
someone eventually. With a steady pace, he walked towards the center of the room, looking at all of the people here to have a good time.
He saw a bar and decided to start there. A glass of water would be best, but if it wasn't available, a mild spirit would do. Sitting down at the bar, Nemus ordered some water and surveyed the room. Many people were there, Jedi and Sith, Rebels and Imperials, it was a stew of different races, cultures, and lifestyles.
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Once the rarely seen Master Jedi's diarrhea of the mouth finished, Gravis allowed himself to flow into the ball
with the mass of people. Tonight, unlike the others around him was not a night for being social, for making friends. Tonight was about work. His next target
would be decided. The Apprentice had heard and felt the rumblings of his fellow Sith. The Apprentice had been the one to assist in the Pirates escape of
Underworld Pirates whom raided and ravaged the Sith homeworld. He was his own man, whom made his own decisions. He helped whom he wanted and did anything that
he felt compelled to do. It was events during that raid which had brought about an unexpected turn. A fellow disciple had proven herself in the eyes of Gravis.
Her skill with a blade matched her ego, confident. She was, in many ways, like Gravis. She wanted to be the best and she had dealt Gravis a humbling blow,
though the fight was one Gravis would have done differently, had he time to prepare and plan. Venus Ryder was his new Target, his new toy, so to say. She
would receive what Gravis had to offer in the ways of knowledge and skill as her current Master, in Gravis' opinion, was unworthy of training such a
prospect. Venus had great potential, extreme potential but it was unfocused. If Gravis could focus it, get her to find one target, one goal; she could quite
possibly do more against the lightside than Gravis himself could have ever dreamed of. Still, this one would need much work to fill the holes her Master, again
in Gravis' own opinion, was leaving. The first being how to act like a true Sith.
His betrayal, his outright defiance towards the orders of the Sith Lords on Korriban provoked a backlash that labeled the Apprentice of his Lady Silencia, a traitor. Still, a pupil of the Dark Side, he cared very little for what, if any, bounty had been placed on his head. If the Lords or Knights of the Sith order were not able bodied enough to bring Gravis in, what chance did outside bounty hunters have? In that same line of thought, if the so called Sith Order could not stop Gravis, what chances did they have against the Empire or the Jedi for that matter. None. The Sith had grown weak. Much like an aged man, they were now using a walker to keep themselves steady, desperate to keep hold of their little piece of the galaxy. All anyone would need to do is take on leg out from under the frail sith order and it would crumble. Still, there were events in motion to ensure that when the Order fell, the Sith, the true Sith would remain. Just as people claimed the Jedi Order was split with two mentalities, the same thing could be said about the Sith. There were those who wanted a formal Sith Order, with a Sith Council to lead them. Then there were those like Gravis, who knew an Order was limiting and whom knew a council was unwarranted. A council was nothing but a c*ck waving contest for powerful Sith wanting to enforce their rule on lower ranking and weaker beings of the Dark. They wanted to feel powerful with special titles and privileges. Truly, what did the "Sith Council" do to earn such ranks and titles? A true Sith would not concern themselves with alignments. A true Sith looked out for his or her best interest first and foremost, not that of an Order. A true Sith was a constant student of the Dark, not an occasional one. A true Sith would never confine themselves to specific duties. They did what they wanted, when they wanted, simply because they could. Anyone who followed a council... was not a true Sith. Anyone who followed an Order should be erased. Events where in motion. A quest against the Sith had begun. Gravis had new targets, though right now, Venus would be his new project. Her Master, Shery deWinter, had a unique history with Gravis. Gravis gave Shery some much needed training in the ways of saber combat. Though it was very minimal as Gravis had been called away before it could be completed, he had hoped that deWinter would have proven to be the exception to Sith Woman. Baby dropping loons. His hope was squandered as the oozing potential she held in Gravis' eyes faded as she seemingly settled down and had a family. Pity. Hopefully her Apprentice would serve as the catalyst that would learn what it was too be a true Sith. Was Gravis a highly bitter person? By all accounts yes. He hated his fellow Sith as much as he hated Jedi. They were so... unsithly. He made his way to the overhangs, the balcony that overlooked the main gathering hall. Having the high ground was an advantage in any situation. Unlike those dress formally, Gravis was in denim pants, a t-shirt, boots and had his saber tucked horizontally against the top of the back of his pants. He was working which meant this was no time for suits or socializing. Through the sea of force signatures, he felt her. Venus Ryder. She was close and undoubtedly she would feel his own. She had gained the advantage in their fight, doing what no Jedi had been able, and for that matter no Knight or Lord of the Sith. She had potential, yet how much specifically remained to be seen. Still, though he held his own objectives for the eve, his mind was open to the possibility to the heirs of his Lady Silencia arriving. Should they, then his objective would shift from his own goal, to that of protection. He was the heirs guardian, first and foremost. A oath he gave to a Master. An oath that could not be broken. Until such an occurrence appeared, his eyes remained locked on his target.
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Cloud walked wearing his usual white garments. He was impressed on how well everything was set up, especially on a place such as Tattooine. He glanced at
everything, from the dance floor to the decorations, making sure he didn't miss a slight detail. As he looked around his stomach gave a load growl. He
looked at the table of food and rushed over. Cloud appetite was emmense, but not enough to eat everything he saw. But, the padawan grabbed a plate and began to
through stuff on it. As soon as the plate was overflowing he walked over to the tables and sat down. Though Cloud was well mannered, his table manners were the
only exception. He start eating quite terribly, but not on purpose. He was raised in several different ways, and at some places the rules sometimes rolled out
to "you snooze you lose."
Cloud couldn't wait to see who else was coming. All the people around him were from different planets. AS he ate he observed each and every person that came in. Sith, Rebels, Jedi, Imperials, they were all there. He was kind happy to see a group of people in war, finally just relaxing and enjoying such a great time. |
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Force, she felt heavy. Not only felt, but actually was. Lady Shery deWinter, eight months pregnant and with
twins, no less, heavily walked herself into the ballroom, still unsure of what in the force it was that had made her decide to go there. It mattered little
though; if there was something she had learned since becoming a fetus growing greenhouse, was that she was no long herself, in body, emotions, hormones and
appetites. But then again, this was the Yule Ball, was it not, and after years of elegantly skipping out on it, suddenly, on a whim, she had decided to go,
leaving her husband and her apprentice a memo, letting them know where they could find her.
She didn't really have a clue what she was looking for. It wasn't the buffet; even during her younger days she had better food than that load of crap. And the music was hurting her eardrums. Sighing, the Sith Mistress picked a glass of wine. Certainly the parasites in her belly could forgive her for this one. So she took it down in one long, fluid gulp and placed it on a random waiter's tray. Force, she felt heavy. |
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Katarine Ryiah was seated at one of the many tables lining the corners of the ballroom. She had been lucky enough to secure a window seat, and was just now
gazing outside with unseeing eyes. She'd agreed to come tonight because of what the ball meant. Peace and love would be the only thing to save this galaxy
from the fires of destruction, and that was a belief Katarine truly held deep in her heart. As for enjoyment of tonight's festivities there would be none
for the young woman. Ever since her failure as a master, and the loss of her husband Kat hadn't enjoyed anything. The once radiant, laughing, charming
woman that she had been was nothing more than a walking zombie consumed with loss. She'd lost her entire world and now there was just nothing to Katarine.
Unlike some, she had not thrown herself into her work. She took her responsibilities as a machine would, performing the Councils tasks with efficiency but no
emotion. Maybe this made Kat a super Jedi, or maybe it made her lifeless. Either way it didn't matter to the woman. Nothing did anymore.
She sat there in her pale white dress, such a vision of loveliness in all but her eyes. Those deep green eyes were empty, void, and hollowed from whatever was going on unseen in the woman's head. That exact thought was one of regret. Perhaps she shouldn't have come tonight. |
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It was inevitable that Kalinai would show up at the ball. After all, there was free food, drinks, things to steal. The fact there might be shrimp was something
she'd have to risk. She carried a thermal detonator with her just in case....
Her dress was an interesting, yet appropriate number which she waltzed into the room with. She didn't have a date...but maybe she'd find one! "Garkon!" she called to the waiter, who just looked blank. "Bring me some turnip juice!" she ordered the bemused man. |
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Nemus had drank all of his water and he was ready to enjoy the Ball. He set his drink his drink down and looked at the crowd. He saw a Human in a colorful
dress that was talking to a waiter. She was pretty, so Nemus slowly walked towards her.
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It was a strange feeling, stepping into a room like this as a guest rather than the entertainment. A former slave with no elegant clothing to her name,
T'orla'uorn wore a spacers attire of calf-high nerf-hide boots, trousers and a vest, with a light cloak thrown around her shoulders. Her head-tails
were unbound and free from the adornments of jewellery. In spite of this, as a Rutian Twi'lek she drew more than a few admiring glances.
A waiter weaving his way deftly through the crowds gave a smile as he passed by, gesturing his tray in front of her for just long enough for Orla to take a glass of what looked like wine. As she took a tentative sip and looked around at the crowds, it seemed that everyone was slowly coming together, as old and new friends alike were reunited. Though she silently hoped that she would not be confronted by any familiar faces from the past, she silently steeled herself against such a slim possibility - and reminded herself why she had come here in the first place: to unwind. |
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The bronze doors were closed as Anaria dressed in a long gown of blue, that hugged all the right places. The Gungan Jedi Master hosted this formal event, the first of its kind attended by Miss Soin. More out of curiosity than anything else she had come but should something else arise from this gathering so be it. His speech concluded the doors opened to the aw and wonder of all in attendance, the Yule Ball had begun. Entering the chamber Anaria, younger than most looked up in awe, it was like her Club on Coruscant but decorated much more extragant with styles and decorations from all across the galaxy, it was amazing to even think that they were on Tatooine. For a moment it was as if she had stepped out of time and into a dream. |
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The stench of pheromones were beginning to fill the air. Due to being a typical
human, Gravis was incapable of picking up the pheromones of specific people or hormones in general but he felt it, or
assumed he did. Much debate raged about how much a humans body responded to what was around it. Whether or not it reacted to sounds, subtle tastes as well as
pheromones on the air. Creatures themselves, humans thought they were above such animalistic notions of being aroused
or repulsed by the pheromones escaping from another person yet how would they know when humans had no conscious way of picking up the scents of another?Sure a
person whom did not take a shower gave off a rather pungent smell that could be identified by any human, it was in instances of normality. Being here, now,
around a sea of women and men below him, that Gravis knew the collisions of seas of pheromones were smashing into one
another. Some people would be drawn to others. Some people were repulsed by others. Odds were, this night would turn into every other ball before it. Lust
filled and sex driven. Gravis snicked his right lip upwards in a disgusted fashion. Humans were so easily swayed by
the opposite of their gender who looked nice. A woman in a nice dress could make any mans foot start thumping while a man in a decent suit could cause a
womans heart to skip a beat.
An absolute waste. What was the point in being here if all you wanted too do was socialize? What socialization could be done when most people only had sex on the brains? Hardly anyone would be able to carry on a civilized conversation with another in this atmosphere. Was Gravis being a hypocrite? One could logically make the argument. His biggest grief with the Sith was the fact most were settling down and forgetting their dark side roots, many were starting families. Gravis himself had children, most dead and only one alive though those were children that had been birthed in his Jedi days. As a Sith, Gravis had not had a child. Was it sad? Not really. What was the point in popping out children like candy from a pez dispenser. Unlike the Marzullos, Draclau's and Hinatas, Gravis did not breed like a cockroach. He did not have eighty children running about and could keep his dick in his pants. Women simply did not have the same hold on Gravis as they did on the average man. His loyalties were different. His life was complex. He had things to focus on other than sex twenty four - seven, though he appreciate the occasional ruckus. Still, a top the balcony overhang, Gravis' icy blue eyes remained locked on the sea of people below him. Venus was here, a protege readied to be molded into the perfect Sith, should she want it. Yet countless others were arriving and his gaze glances around, spotting a Nautolan, as well as a Twi'lek. |
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Bethany had applauded with the rest, though she left the cheering to the younger, more exuberant crowd. Swept along with the crowd, she chuckled softly to
herself, letting the flow bring her inside of the massive sandcastle. She had hosted two of the previous Yule Balls, and was more than content to enjoy someone
else's labors this time around. Appreciative gaze swept around, and she nodded to herself, still smiling. It was an unexpected twist on the typical snow
and ice themes brought forward every year. A long needed shake to the tradition, in her opinion. Though Tattooine had never been a favorite of hers, she could
almost forget all of that in the chill of the desert's beauty on this night.
She extricated herself from the crowd at the first available opportunity, taking a moment to breath. She was dressed, not in her usually whites, but in a deep, emerald gown (a shade darker than her eyes) that swept just across the floor as she moved. Sleeveless, it swooped low to the middle of her back. Her dark hair was loose and long, falling in artless ringlets all around her face. She wore no jewlery, and minimal makeup, but the easy, gentle smile settled across her features was accent enough. |
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Garith had no idea why he decided to go as he is not so comfortable at such gathering. It was like for some strange reason that drove him tonight to even come. Dances is not Garith's drug of choice but the battle field was. He did however dress very nice for the occasion and did the proper thing of being well groomed. Making it in through the door Gairth quickly made his way to the balcony. He almost jumped over the railing as he felt so uncomfortable but stopped at the railing. With a deep breath he entered a quick state of meditation clearing his mind and giving him clarity. |
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In the bathroom, Jaeger looked at himself in the mirror. Sometimes he hated that face that so many seemed to love. How he wanted to rip it off. Breathing in he
paused for a moment and then snorted a line of Ryll. Not as powerful as Glit, but it would get him through through the first little bit of the Ball. Besides he
had to be Jae in full swing, the galaxy expected it. Jaeger swaggered out of the bathroom and into the main ballroom. He was now feeling good. Now to find a
date for the evening. Jaeger walked up to the bar. There was always an open bar.
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Walking across the ballroom the skirts of her blue gown drifting across the floor as she walked making sure her hips swayed just right. As she approached the
bar she eyed the droid bartender and then the selection before taking a seat, "Corellian Ale, straight" she said before looking around the room, if
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Of all the places she could be right now, why oh why was she here on Tatooine. At the Yule Ball no less.
Cerusia released a sigh as the Gungan's short speech came to an end, delicately clapping her hands while maintaining a glass of champagne in her left. Quaint as it was, she wasn't sure if tonight would be a night of festivities and love for her. No, she was certain it wouldn't be, so why did she come? This thought cycled through her mind as she carefully followed the crowds inside, eyes swimming through the sea of faces. Some she knew, most she didn't. The Archivist lead a rather quiet and humble life on Coruscant. As the daughter of Lady Silencia and Lord Anubis Starkiller, many thought she would be destined for greatness and power, to which she proved them all wrong. Neither had played any part in her upbringing, as the girl's interest had not been in that of the occult or of war or power, but in the history of her people. Having spent years upon years collecting artifacts, cataloging scrolls, exploring planets and remote regions of the galaxy, she had seen and done many things, and she had learned a great deal more than most could even fathom. During those years she had also married a man who in almost every single way could be defined as her opposite. Lord Immortus, the youngest ever to achieve the title of Dark Lord of the Sith, and one of the most influential and powerful in his day, had done many things in his life that were both despicable and horrifying. One thing, however, that had brought about some form of good had been gifting Cerusia with their daughter, Desdemona. Though the girl had been unruly and incorrigible from day one, it was these personality flaws that connected her to her father, and insomuch kept Cerusia happy in her days spent alone while he was away. But as Desdemona grew and the years past, Immortus was away more and more. Cerusia kept to her studies and her duties of Head Archivist for the Sith Council, and when a civil war dismantled the Sith Empire, she moved to Coruscant where she transferred her job to the Archives there, leading it under the name of Lady Reticea. Desdemona grew older and was eventually sent away to begin her training. Cerusia found herself alone more often than not. And then the Sith took over Coruscant and her home suddenly found itself governed by the very man she called husband. Standing now just within the entrance of the grand ballroom, Cerusia swilled her champagne as she glanced about. Sith and Jedi intermingled with Rebels and Imperials; Pirates chatted casually with those they only just recently pillaged. Funny how the tides change when people are taken out of their element and placed into proper attire over glossy tile floors. Couples grouped at the dance floor, spinning in each others arms, sipping wine from one another's glasses, smiling into their counterpart's eyes. Approaching the banister she stopped just short of the top step in order to watch, wondering what it was like to be so mesmerized by another. It had been so long since she'd experienced that feeling. It had been years since the night she presented Desdemona to Immortus and marveled at how the man's dark features seemed to soften. The days they had spent together teaching her how to walk and the nights that he had held the young babe in his arms until she slept were but a cloud in the sky to her now. Distant and ephemeral. Fading. With their daughter grown, Knighted, and independant, his visits nearly slowed to a halt. It would be weeks, sometimes months that she would live alone, seeing his face only in news flashes as he carried out his facade as the Coruscanti Governor. She liked to think that she wasn't forgotten, and retain a bit of hope that their was something left between them to salvage. That was until the Moonlight Ball where his name (rather his Governor's name) appeared on the list of attendance with another. Cerusia hadn't even warranted an invite. "More Champagne, Lady Reticea?" startled by the sudden appearance of a Servant at her side, the Archivist nodded politely. Not one that favored the drink, she astonished herself at how fast her glass had emptied. Smiling somberly to the man, she watched after him as he strode off, her gaze growing distant for a moment before a face caught hold. Standing at the opposite end of the balcony landing was a man, and one she knew rather well. This tiny ounce of familiarity piqued her interest, and suddenly she felt her feet bringing her towards him. Darth Gravis... her voice, much like that of her mother, was not one verbally spoken, but mentally. One of the few powers in the Force she had pursued in her younger years, Telepathy had become second nature to her, as had the ability to protect her mind from others. It was how she hid under the guise of Lady Reticea around the Jedi so well. Brows lofting just slightly as she stopped at his side, Cerusia looked him up and down and could not help the small smirk that pulled at her lips. His attired was...well, not exactly fit for the stage, but that didn't surprise her in the least. He stood in stark contrast to her own ensemble of a long silk ivory gown and matching heels. The curls of her hair shaped to something more flowing and framing. Good evening, she continued, offering her hand to him in a proper greeting. |
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Originally Calina hadn't wanted to go to the winter Ball, since she technically had no one to go with. However, time wore on and she began to think that
maybe just maybe she should go ahead and go for the hell of it. So she got dressed and fixed her hair, hating the fact that the ball meant she would have to
wear hells but she had been practicing so maybe it wouldn't be as bad as the High roller's event had been with her costume's high heels. Chuckling
at that she looked herself over and then headed to the ball.
Mingling with the crowd she watched all that were there, not really caring who she might meet at that time. She was free somewhat this night and that made the weight on her shoulders that Cali usually carried seem some what lessen. As her dark brown eyes scanned the room they fell on a familiar figure at the bar. Shaking her head as a soft exhale was admitted from her nasal passages, Calina snaked her way through the crowd over to the bar. Smiling at Jaeger as she walked up, the dark navy blue dress that she had chosen for that evening, swayed in time to the movements of her hips. Stopping she looked at the glass that was in his hand and then right into Jae's eyes. "Hitting it a bit earlier aren't you?" |
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The small Noghri weaved his way in and out of the crowd. The alien was most unusual in the crowd of humans, most at least twice his size. Even worse the majority were Force Users. But such nonsense as ideology was thrown out the window at these events Runhk remembered from his days on Zhar. Crimson Order, Sith, Jedi, Imperial, Outlaw, Rebel, they were all here for the same purpose. They were taking a break from all of the constant fighting that wen't on in there galaxy. Runhk felt something as he bumped into a long leg. He looked up. He was almost surprised to see blue skin. Another alien, how interesting. And a Twi'lek at that. Runhk nodded into a low bow. to the woman. "My apologies. Might I buy you a round to make up for the inconvenience?" |
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"Early? Me? Never. I'm starting just on time. Besides it's a big galaxy, it's bound to be five o'clock somewhere. You're just looking
a dream as always."
Jaeger held out his hand so that he could kiss Cali's. Sometimes he did appear as a gentlemen. Sure those moments were few and far between, but no one blamed the smuggler for his track record of poor manners. Oddly enough he was able to get away with a lot of crap. He sort of enjoyed seeing what all he could do without getting into trouble. He straightened out his tux. The man didn't like the monkey suits. But like his manners they were useful on occasions. Jaeger set the shot glass back on the bar. He looked around and the group. He hadn't expected to see Cali again so soon. He was half surprised she'd come up to him after the fool he'd made of himself at the High Roller even on Safe Haven. "I'm glad that you were able to make it out to the General's Wonderful Winter Extravaganza. I wonder if I could full anyone by running around naked in the General Ceel mask of mine?" He grinned. |
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Posts: 1630 (11/23/09 9:54) Eternal Apprentice |
Lady Reticea
Formality was not something that came easy to Gravis. Was he like a pirate, disgruntled, disgusting, deplorable? Did he walk around with a bad attitude every hour of the day? By no means. Gravis had in him, what some could call a gentleman, a gentleman that himself was so very rarely seen. Even by the eyes of his Master. Unlike some men who simply ran about wanting to seem like the bad boy, who wanted the touch of a beautiful woman to change them. Gravis was... Gravis. He trusted only a very select few people and even then he had to be wary. Most men who ran about the galaxy drank excessively, did drugs, had rampant sex, cussed, fought, and were the relative knuckle dragging unevolved versions of men. It made him... nauseated thinking of people like that. Darth Gravis was a Master of games, if nothing else. He was a trained killer and a highly skilled tactician. All thanks to his Master. Below the music swayed, the people flowed and dates continued to make their way in. Some made it to the dance floor, others the bar, and others still to find food. Waiters shuffled about carrying trays of champagne, some carrying h'orderves. The Apprentice was not a heavy drinker, something waiters must have seen as he made no motion towards them nor too them. The Apprentice, formerly known as Jake Daniels, was not a family man. Specifically, he was not a traditional family man. Watching from above, his attention spanning from one happy couple and too the next, the Apprentice could tell of whom had children and who did not. People with children carried themselves different from the others. Gravis' own, the Padawan named Jack, had stayed out of his fathers way as Gravis stayed out of his. Neither would ever encounter the other on some battle field, it had been ensured. That had been one aspect of his training the his Master had taught him. The value of a bloodline. He had given his word that her children would be protected by him as if they were his own. He had kept that promise. From time too time, he had tracked Lord Dissero and whatever current projects the young heir was up too. Though, in Gravis' opinion, Lord Dissero did not carry the same but of pizazz his Mother nor siblings did. He was... laid back in many ways when compared to the others of his line. Lady Perone, herself, had been a challenge in tracking, in keeping a good location of. She seemed to play games with Gravis. When Gravis showed up to where she was suppose to be, the heiress had left and gone some place new. Cat and mouse and more often than not, the one known as Gravis was the mouse. At least he was able to ensure Lady Perone and Lord Dissero were safe. After all was that not his primary objective of the Apprentice, to serve the will of his Master. The will of a Sith Master was unique. It consisted of different aspects, goals and missions for their Apprentice and one was for Gravis to protect the heirs. The other was to advance her mission the galaxy. Then he felt her, or more so a gaze that befell him. A waiter passed directly behind, catching only Gravis' peripherals. Still there was a gaze upon him. A presence all too familiar, all too unique. Darth Gravis... His attention turned towards the woman, who's voice filled his head. She was very much like her mother. Secretive, reclusive, she did not speak. Daniels did not know the birth names to the heirs of Silencia. He never learned them nor was told them. Was it a security precaution? Probably. Perhaps the family did not trust him with such valuable information. Still, it did not bother Gravis in the least. His icy blues, which seemed to turn turquoise in certain light, took in the sight Lady Reticea. The beautiful gown, which clung to her body. She was radiant. That was for sure. The daughter to Lady Silencia, the mother to Lady Des, Reticea had been easier for Gravis too check in on. She had, perhaps, been the one most aware when Gravis was around; when he would show on Coruscant to simply ensure she was safe. Every time he had seen her, she was alone. A shame, truly it was. Good evening. Her voice once again filling his mind. It was that voice which cleared away the thoughts of his next targets, the events that consumed his life and the worries that weighed down his soul. The chaos that was Gravis' mind found much needed clarity, especially at this moment. Her hand extended before him and natural instinct took over. Taking it into his own, he kissed just above the knuckled. "Good Evening Lady Reticea." knuckled Gravis, realizing he was not in the proper attire to be in Lady Reticea's presence took the initiative, "I apologize for my outfit. I was working." He laughed, "How is this evening finding you?" Ok, so he was a bit tense. One would have to forgive him.
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