Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Darth Draconum spun around to face another Sith, Fidelis. Draconum smiled and felt relieved to see a Sith here rather than just politicians and nobility like himself. However, he noticed a Republic clone come up behind Fidelis and scorn him. Draconum did what he could to hide his laughter. As the clone walked away, he let his laughter go.
Darth Draconum then spoke to Fidelis quietly, "C'mon Fidelis! I'm going by my other name tonight, Fenix Tolaris. There may be Jedi or republic soldiers here that can recognize that name. These politicians definitely need to loosen up a bit! To the bar!" Draconum walked over to the bar and said, "One shot of vodka."
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(6/22/07 7:12 pm) Reply
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"...I'll be on site in a few hours. Keep out of sight and under wraps until then. Remeber, this is a werda aka. We need to keep this quiet. And don't forget to wear your suit. Savin out."
The Mando'ad took the small earpiece out and replaced it in his pocket as he made his way down the long hallway of the Crimson Ferret's Revenge.
Osik, that was the silliest thing he had ever heard. He had never heard of such an odd name for a ship. He was certain that it had to mean -something-. But, whatever meaning that may have been was a secret lost to the vastness of the universe. Not that it really mattered. He had much more lucrative things in mind for tonight. That was where his 'date' came in.
A pair of crewmen walking the opposite direction slowed their strides to get an additional look at the large man in his simple, yet sharp black suit and dark sunglasses. He found he actually -liked- how it looked on him. No small feat that. But, it was not something that most on the ship would expect to see adorning the Mando'ad warrior. Not to mention, wearing it so well. He -really- liked how he looked in that suit.
As he neared Alema's room, Savin caught himself smoothing out his suit and adjusting his glasses. He couldn't help but chuckle at how absurd it must have looked from the outside. Like a tiger combing it's fur back so it could look nice for the blue rabbit it was about to take out on the town. Offhandedly, he wondered what his date would look like in the dress that he bought for her.
Although he was -certain- that she was gorgeous under those baggy clothes she normally wore, Alema was not the kind of Twi'lek that did her best to be the sexiest thing in the room. No, that job fell, squarely into Serrena Alcine's lap. It was a task she took great pride in and performed -very- well. Savin had to supress a knowing smirk as he tapped on Alema's door. The Mando leaned on the door frame as he waited for her to answer, going over his tasks one more time to make sure he had an firm grasp of what he needed to do.
All of that concentration was blown out of the airlock when he layed eyes on the cerulean beauty that answered the door.
"...Not too bad. Money well spent. You...uh. You look...really good in that." :::Ori'osik! She's shabla beautiful!:::
He was greatful for his sunglasses at that point as they were the only thing that hid how wide his eyes had grown at the sight of her. Although, he was hiding his approval rather poorly.
"You ready? I got the Mongoose prepped and set to go. It's a short hop from here to Mygeeto."
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Elisabeth's history was widely varied and a bit less than pristine considering her early life as a Tatooine slave, then as an infochant-in-training under Fortun Montreve. In service to him, Elisabeth had done a great many things and had made choices that Fortun himself never asked of her; she had simply been willing to do whatever it took out of her devotion to the man who'd taken her from Tatooine.
But nothing she had experienced was quite like Kael whispering how taken he was with her and kissing her quite like he did. Her normally fine-tuned and ever-thinking mind was stunned blissful silent for once, leaving her open to simply feeling. That was an incredible and dreadful sensation all at once.
She rested both hands on his shoulders to steady herself and inwardly scowled at the blush that had crept up onto her cheeks when the kiss ended. Elisabeth smiled up at Kael, her mind spinning and trying to get back on track to say something. For the moment, she dabbed away the carmine lipstick off his lips.
"Kael... your supporters are out there, waiting to shake your hand, clap you on the back and take ten million holopics for the news broadcasts across the galaxy. Let's go make a beautiful evening, Chancellor," she said, smiling.
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(6/22/07 11:50 pm) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
By then it seem as before a new Chancellor was voted in. To which case along with the other members of the staff. Ronin had prepared to meet and greet the newly appointed leader.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
A tall man entered the Mygeeto hotel. The man stood straight. He had no need to comb before coming to the celebration, for he had no hair. He emitted a strong scent from the cologne. His suit was in perfect condition with no signs of wear and tear. This was because the man recently bought the suit and had a custom fit for his size. He wore black, leather shoes and gloves. They hid the hideous, mechanical appendages of the man. Most that know the man would say that he has a pale skin tone. Yet, today, he has a tan skin tone. His face was faux. His scar was not visible. He appeared to have no abnormalities.
The reason why the man was here was to study the new Supreme Chancellor and see if he is sympathetic to the Sith. The man scanned the ballroom. He saw faces that he has seen, and faces he has not. The man did not approach any of them, though. He simply stood in the middle of the ballroom sipping fine wine. He continued to search for the new chancellor.
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(6/23/07 12:55 am) Reply
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Mist looked out of the window of her suite of the Mygeeto hotel. As usual, it was snowing but that was ok. She liked watching snow. It reminded her of the last holiday that she'd ever been on with her mom, back before the accident. For so long she'd blamed her father and even wished that he had died instead given his frequent absences.
Only Jedi calming techniques that she had been studying since her uncle went missing kept her from crying. 'My date will be here soon' she thought, 'I just hope he can dance and that nothing is going wrong between James and Kat'
Mist was already wearing her dress, a long, black velvet number that reached almost to her ankles. Beneath the dress, she wore knee-length boots with a medium heel. Her lightsabre, also hidden beneath the dress, was strapped onto her right boot. It shouldn't be needed for a non-violent celebration but as a Jedi it was best to be prepared.
She had also added a touch of pale foundation and dark red lipstick. She had considered going all the way and wearing a black wig as well but in the end she had decided against it.
Finally she tore herself away from the window and made her way towards reception to meet her date.
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A'den's ship, Unforgotten Sacrifice cruised slowly through the dark space near Mygeeto. He had received the transmission from Savin a short while ago and set the ship to auto-pilot and told it to orbit the planet for a bit, while he changed into the proper attire, and out of his red neo-crusader armor.
The young man now stood in front of a mirror in the ship's bathroom and he looked over his appearance. He had trimmed up his beard and put on the only suit he owned. His brown eyes twinkled in the low light and he smiled. He picked up a mug that was next to his hand on the counter and drank deep. The warm liquid filled his body and he felt rejuvenated. Then he came back to the controls and radioed Savin while he landed.
" 'lek 'lek, ni suvarir. no beskar'gam." (yeah, yeah, I understand. No armor.) He slipped a small dagger into his jacket and made his way for the hotel. He leaned against the wall with a good view of the party and the door and waited for Savin to show up.
Edited by: Aden Ordo at: 6/23/07 7:56 am
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)'Formal parties... ugh.'
In the spaceport nearest the Mygeeto Hotel, Zelazny stepped down off the boarding ramp of his ship, the Araneae and closed it again with a command from his datapad. He slipped the device back into the inside pocket of his suit. With one final adjustment of his tie he set off through the streets towards the Hotel. He nodded a greeting at one of the clone trooper squads patrolling the perimeter and made his way up the steps and through the main doors, heading straight to the ballroom.
Spotting Kallis, he gave the old clone a brief wave before making a bee-line straight for the bar. Nice selection of drinks. He ordered a double whisky and stood leaning against the bar, watching the activity in the room.
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(6/23/07 9:14 am) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
The grin that appeared on Kael's face was a glowing impression of how he felt. His mind now only wanting to go back into her room and share some more 'intimate' moments. But Elisabeth kept his mind on the present, and that was the coronation. His fingers still fidgeted against her hair as she blotted the lipstick from his lips.
"You're right," as he sighed heavily. The pictures, video and people he could do without. Enjoying a night with her though, it was imperative. So he retreated back to her side and let his arm slide around hers once again, as his hand held tight to hers. In just a few steps and a short elevator ride, new Supreme Chancellor Kael Arden walked into the ballroom with Elisabeth and his personal security.
His stomach could stand to use anything at that moment to calm it. He turned his head and placed a kiss upon Elisabeths' cheek. The moment was now, and he had to grasp his strength and show The Republic they could be strong again, and they would be. Flashing lights now almost blinded him as he tried to get over to his seats. Reporters sticking microphones in his face and asking questions even he couldn't answer at the moment.
Then finally peace as the two passed them and were able to walk in the ballroom with some kind of peace. Kael shaking hands with dignitaries, nodding to their words only half-listening as his attention was being diverted to others. This really was a huge media and political circus.
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(6/23/07 9:42 am) Reply
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And now that the problem was mostly dealt with, and now that the Chancellor had arrived, the time was right. The moment of truth was here, and Kallis would rise to his final challenge as a member of the Galactic Senate. The time was right to hand the mantle over, and tonight was the night that he'd finally pick the gun back up and resume his duties to the military...
...where he belonged.
Towards the stage the red-armored clone walked, standing behind the lectern and placing his helmet on the top, his face set as he stared into the multitudes of cameras. Would he never have to see this again? The thought pleased him.
"Honorable denizens of the galaxy. Tonight is a night we must rejoice, for it is the end of one era, and the beginning of the next. Tonight is the night my term as the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic ends. In an overwhelming majority, the Senator of Bellassa, Kael Arden, has been electde to take my place as the Supreme Chancellor."
"I will admit, I was not suited for the Chancellorship. I know I performed my duties, but they could have been done better. An old war dog like me does not belong on the floating platforms, or behind the chair. I should be standing, fighting to protect those people that the Senators, on their platforms, are representing. I suppose you could say that I fight for the Senators, too - the arbiters of their people. Tonight, I present to you a man who will fight those battles alongside me - by giving everyone the support they need to remain strong, even in these turbulent times. Ladies and gentlemen, I present - Supreme Chancellor Kael Arden!"
From under the armour, a golden medallion was raised - it was the Star of the Republic, the medallion presented to all Chancellors, passed on throughout all perpetuity, as a reminder of the duties that each Chancellor had. He held it up for Kael, ready to sling it around his neck when he stepped up to the podium.
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(6/23/07 10:27 am) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)"No answer, Nate? Nothing at all? Are you sure?" Serrena said softly, choking back the tears that threatened to ruin her carefully applied make-up. It had taken her the better part of half an hour to get every tough perfectly applied, including the covering of a certain scroll-work name across the small of her back.
"Sorry, Sis...Andros hasn't called. I'm so not surprised though." The young man muttered in response, sprawled across a chair nearby, crimson eyes watching his sister.
"Well...I'm going anyway. I'm going to get ridiculously drunk and have a @#%$ good time even though...he's...and I'm...fragging hell..." she swore, holding a tissue to her eyes in an effort to save her mascara.
Nathaniel remained silent, concern writ across his handsome features as he wavered between embracing her and leaving her to cry it out. A moment later, and she made the decision for him. Serrena stood from the tiny stool at the bathroom's vanity, and smoothed out the raven satin sides of her dress. The front and back were completely sheer, a loosely woven silver mesh with a carefully embroidered flowering vine running the length of the gown.
Her eyes needed little touch-up from her tears, though her crimson eyes were noticeably duller than their usual sparkling shade. "Don't wait up, little brother..." she said softly, clutching a purse in her fingers as she left the hotel room.
~~~~~
Stiletto heels chimed across the duracrete of the steps as she made her way into the function hall. There were scores of people she didn't know, and that fact twisted her heart a little further out of place. Determined to be seen and to ensure that rumors of her apperance and lack of proper dress reached the right ears, her steps slowed. Her walk turned far more sensual and deliberate as she paused and smiled for the holonet reporters, posing for holopics and answering questions about her gown's designer.
Serrena blew them a kiss as she stepped into the main room, in time to watch the Chancellorship be passed. Her fingertips plucked a crustal flute of a glowing liquer from a passing waiter as she looked for a spot that was out of the way to settle herself in.
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"Di'kut i will be have i promise" he was lieing of course. After a few dozen drinks he would be dancing, yelling and just all around having fun. So long as no jedi gave him problems he would not fight.
He didn't look at Draconum as he began walking towards the bar. " Let us drink my friend, until this bar is empty of all of the booze". It was weird for him to call anyone friend in public. But he had changed much since he had returned from trainning.
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Elisabeth was surprised and more than impressed with Kael's modesty. She didn't think it was put-on at all; he seemed genuinely uncomfortable with the attention afforded him.
Well, Fortun, perhaps not every politician is so self-centered that they only see themselves, even when looking around...
She imagined a wry chuckle from her mentor, quietly suggesting to her that she was being naive. Smiling to herself at that, Elisabeth followed Kael into the reception hall.
Through the former Chancellor's speech, Elisabeth remained at Kael's side. But as he wound down to Kael's introduction, "Ladies and gentlemen, I present - Supreme Chancellor Kael Arden!", Elisabeth knew - thanks to the briefing from Kael's public relations team - that it was time for her to discreetly stand aside as the holocam bulbs flashed.
She saw Kael notice her quick absence from his side and winked at him, applauding along with the many other guests.
He probably doesn't realize that just as he needs to be seen alone for these pics, it's just as well for me that I'm not in them... it's bad for my work to be splashed across the entire HoloNet! Elisabeth thought. It's difficult enough to have my twin making the news every other day for her fashion or her killing style...
Elisabeth pushed such thoughts aside, remembering that there was a wealth of knowledge to be found at such a gala. There would be the revelers and there would also be the political figures who have loose lips as the beverages and exquisite food flowed.
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If Savin had never seen a lutian twi'lek blush, now he knew what it looked like. Alema swallowed and turned away to close her door to hide the purplish cast that had touched her cheeks when she saw the way Savin was looking at her.
Unlike a lot of women who chose a life in the underworld, Alema often went to some trouble to avoid presenting herself as every man's sex toy. As much as she enjoyed looking nice, there was an element of risk to it that had become something of a deterrant to her. There was always the faint paranoia that anything overly feminine or alluring she wore was actually a great big sign screaming, "Pre-Owned Twi'lek for Sale or Rent!"
She'd had her fill of that life years ago, a life of availability to all takers. So, when Savin had asked her to accompany him to this party she'd hesitated. Did she really want to parade herself around on some guy's arm while all of his friends wondered how much she must have cost?
She'd shaken it off, though. This was Savin. This was a man who'd saved her life, bought the dress she was wearing, and most importantly a man who ate her cooking. She'd seen him shove fried chips of mynock wing down his throat like a man starving to death. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who looked forward to high society events, and if he'd asked her to accompany him he must have had some reason. Some excuse beyond the desire to parade her around like a pretty blue trinket.
Besides, she thought. I'm a grown woman. A younger man wants to take me out for a night, I can let him.
Her composure restored she turned back to Savin and nodded. "Well, lead on. Oh, and also. Um..." She bit her lower lip as she tried to find the correct way to ask this. "I was kind of suprised you wanted to do this. I didn't really peg you as the high society type. So what exactly is the plan tonight?"
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The speeder limo pulled up to the front of the hotel. The chauffeur stepped out of the drivers seat and walked around the car. Stopping near the back, he opened two doors. From the door further to the back, a foot came out. On the foot was a polished open toed high heeled shoe. After the foot came a leg that had been pampered all for itself before the event. Resting on the leg was a beautiful, and somewhat shiny, gold satin dress. Wearing that dress was Oren Onasi.
Stepping out of the limo, she stumbled. She wasn't used to wearing shoes like the ones that she wore now. Because of that, she was thrown off balance. Turning to the other door that had been opened, she waited for her date to step out.
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(6/23/07 9:28 pm) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
A deep-hooded gold-red and silver trimmed dress, a blonde wig of long hair, contacts that changed her eye color, and arriving on the Bishop were among the various layers of disguise that Arin Ellis hid behind. The fact that she was one of the few surviving former Chancellors ( and even more elite in that she completed her term ) would probably not protect her against the fact that she moved and spoke out openly against the Republic.
She arrived in time to catch Kallis' speech, chuckling a bit at it. At least he's honest. Kallis didn't know the first thing about being a leader of a democracy, and the battles he got the Republic into reflected that. He couldn't deal with a simple kidnapping without trying to turn at least nine square kilometers of planetary surface into molten glass.
That reminded her: she owed Bella the Hutt a fruit basket. He may have kidnapped her, but he was at least decent enough not to leave her in the tower to be flattened under the rubble. Something with lots of live cephilopods ...
Arin looked about, waiting to see the face of this new chancellor personally. While she walked the periphery, she noted a guest registry. As much as she knew she shouldn't - Arin just couldn't resist the challenge.
Chancellor Arden:
To lead a democracy is a difficult thing at best. You may think you understand the will of the people, but most likely you will not. You may try to gain their understanding, but you won't. You may seek their councel, but all you will receive is confusion. You may give them the power to decide their own fate, but they will all blame you in the end.
Your predecessors have found the path ahead of you a most difficult road. May you find your path, if not easier, then at least more rewarding.
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(6/23/07 9:42 pm) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)'I thought it was traditional for me to be fashionable late, not him' Mist thought testily, frowning at the guards and wishing to the Force that the Chancellor's Office hadn't insisted on this being a Couples-only event.
If not for that rule, she'd be inside with Kat... and James.
Then she felt something; a stirring in the Force from just outside. There was a pull, an irresistable pull and Mist just had to see who was coming.
Then she saw who the pull was coming from; a beautiful young woman, resplendent in a gold satin dress. She seemed to glow like Corellia's primary at dawn.
Mist's breath caught in her throat. She hadn't seen someone who could make her feel this way since high school.
She had to know who this young woman was, and then how to replace her date without appearing rude...
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(6/23/07 10:37 pm) Reply
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Ishta was momentarily hypnotized as Oren Onasi stepped out of the speeder. Even with her inexperience in heels Prime could see her as nothing other than beauty in motion. Ishta had seen Oren periodically among the apprentices, but never thought that she would be noticed herself. Her heart lept when Oren asked that she join her at the Chancellor's ball.
Prime's own dress was a long, blue-white hip-hugger with heels. She thought it was too much, but Tiara insisted. "This is a formal occasion: you should look as fine or finer than any of the stuffed birds there." Tiara rarely showed it, but Ishta knew her mother loved her. Ishta had no problems with heels - her Sith training gave her excellent balance and lightning reflexes. As Oren stumbled she was by her date's side in a flash.
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(6/24/07 12:12 am) Reply
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By then it seem Ronin had just come in as the ceremony started. And he had over hear part of Kallis just as he hands Kael. What seem to be a golden medallion... to which he just stood aside. And watch but then looking aside for some reason. Someone in the crowd caught his attention...someone just as she finish writing.
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(6/24/07 1:32 am) Reply
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:::Is she blushing?::: Wondered the Mando'ad as his date quickly turned around to close her door, giving him a wonderful opportunity to take in the 'sights'.
Tipping his sunglasses up, he leaned back to get a good long look at 'how well her dress fit'. What the heck. It's not like he will get another chance to see Alema in a dress that was so flattering to her figure. In fact, he may never get to see her in a dress ever again. Nothing wrong with checking out the bottom of such a nicely wrapped package.
With an approving smirk the Mando'ad lowered his glasses, maintaining his smirk to make sure she knows that he was -totally- checking out her butt when she turned around and starts down the hallway.
~*So what exactly is the plan tonight?*~
"You are going to come with me to this thing and you are gonna have a good time rubbin' elbows with the 'upper class' droten." Said he with an enigmatic smile as the made their way to the hanger. "And I will do the same...until it's time to go to work. The less you know, the better, I'm thinking. Just that, I may vanish at various points of the party."
The flight to Mygeeto was a surprisingly short one. That, or Savin was occupied with simultaneously flying the ship, planning his Op in his head and engaging in small talk with his date. Possibly the latter, as he found that he had been better prepared than he thought. This will be a good night. He might even have time to get in some dancing before this was all over. That, and 'high class' food is -delicious-. Or, at least, Savin thought so.
After renting a Soro Suub V-28 speeder(This was starting to get frelling expensive), he navigated the streets of Mygeeto at higher than recommended speeds. As he did so, he slipped his hand in his pocket to take out his comm and place it in his ear. He clicked his teeth to open the channel as he weaved around a larger transport, narrowly avoiding a pair of smaller speeders. The Mando'ad seemed to be enjoying himself. "I'm almost there. Meet us out front." He then closed the channel, not needing, or wanting any further response for security reasons. This had to go off without a hitch.
It was not long(Especially at -those- speeds) before the pair, somehow survived to make it to the front entrance of the gala event. Savin immediately got uneasy with the idea of having his face all over the holos as having been here. -Especially- if anything went wrong. That was when he formulated an idea as he stepped out of his side to open her door, offering her his arm. He left the earpiece in as he helped her out of the speeder with a smirk. She was ether going to eat this up or kill him in his sleep. Either way, it would be worth seeing how she reacted.
He escorted her down the walkway as the valet drove off to park their speeder, noting how this looked more like some kind of gauntlet than of just a bunch of holo reporters and paparazzi looking for the 'perfect shot'. As they continued, he noticed that more than a few photographers turning their way.
:::And now, it's time for my distraction. She'll thank me later:::
He caught the eyes of one of the photographers and nodded his head toward the Lutain Twi'lek as an indication to him to come get a closer shot of her. He and about five of his fellows answered the 'call', wanting to get a good shot of the rare, cerulean-hued, woman as Savin -gracefully- stepped out of the way allowing them to focus all their flashing attention on her, asking her to look into their holocams and pose. All the while, Savin slipped ahead, getting past the pack of kath hounds that was the press to wait for her at the entrance, looking back at her with a slight smirk. He wondered what she would do with all the attention.
She really -did- look kandosii in that dress...
Edited by: Savin Skirata at: 6/24/07 1:33 am
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A'den got the message and walked out side. It was freezing. He waited a bit and sure enough, Savin showed up with Alema and forced her into taking pictures. The young Mando'ad walked up to him and clapped his hand on his shoulder.
"Haar'chak! Ciryc burun dushne, vod. A'Te kebiin dala gotal'ur kar'ta nadala."(D**n it! Cold weather is the worst, brother. But, the blue woman makes my heart warm.) He smiled and placed his hands behind his head.
"So, vod, whats the plan tonight?" He said in a more serious, shushed tone so none could hear but Savin. He knew a small bit about the plan, but he hoped the Mando'ad would reveal more.
Edited by: Aden Ordo at: 6/24/07 5:35 am
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(6/24/07 9:41 am) Reply
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His eyes wandered to the stage as ex-chancellor Kallis Mertoi took the podium. It was time, and he listened carefully to him.
"I present - Supreme Chancellor Kael Arden!"
The arm around his slinking away as he turned to see her step aside. His team had briefed him that she couldn't accompany him. Kael just closed his eyes and stepped forward. A charming smile coming upon his face as bulbs flashed and a hand waving as he walked past. He was used to the attention, he was a noble on Bellassa but this job. It was so different and would impact the lives of many more.
As he stepped up upon the stage, he placed his hand in Kallis' and put the other on his shoulder giving him a strong handshake. "Thank you." As he retreated and bowed his head so the medallion could be put around his neck. He turned to the audience and bowed once more to them. Standing in front of the podium now, he began his speech.
"Thank you all and to the ex-Chancellor now Grand Marshall, Kallis Mertoi. For those here today, I thank you for taking the time to come and share with me this triumphant rebuilding of The Republic. I do mean to try and come and converse with each and every one of you. If I don't you know you have my most sincerest gratitude.
Today starts a change, a positive change for The Republic. I will do everything in my power possible to renew strong alliances and crush those willing to try and backhand our ideals and morals, with the help of Kallis and the rest of our military. To the people I represent, I plan to bring a ray of hope. Knowledge that your planet is safe under our jurisdiction and our swift hand will come and take down those who would compromise it. I give to you today a new dawn to our government. Thank you all very much." As he moved away from the podium and back down the same path.
His arm interlacing again with Elisabeth, he whispered in her ear. "I need a drink, let's go." He pushed forward past the snapping pictures and media and to the table the two were designated to sit at. He pulled her chair out for her and then situated in his own. A waiter promptly came over, "Reserve whisky, I don't care what brand and whatever the lady would like."
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(6/24/07 11:46 am) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)Well, at least he's more photogenic and softer spoken.
Arin paced across the back of the room, lost in thought. "... crush those willing to try and backhand our ideals and morals ..." She had no doubts that Kael meant people like her: those who actually struggled to allow star systems to determine their own fate - to grant civil rights to all people who abide by civil law, even those who she didn't like. The brief thought that Arin had about returning to the Republic faded quickly.
She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Ronin's approach, ultimately bumping into him. "Excuse me." Would her disguise hold? It was suddenly a serious concern.
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Savin took a few steps at her side, and almost as soon as her eyes caught the hungry army of photographers she felt Savin slip away from her. As the first camera turned her way her irritation was driven down to the back of her mind, forced out by a series of regimented lessons she'd been given in what many twi'leks casually called "the game."
"No, little one. Some men don't like to be looked at directly. First thing you do. Drop your eyes."
So different from the flocks of strutting and preening females, the cameras caught this twi'lek averting her eyes modestly and staring up from beneath her lashes with a smile that could either have been bashful or merely a bit coy.
"No," her mother had said, slapping her hand down. "Hand out of your pocket. Lay it across your chest. You weren't expecting the attention, and it overwhelms you."
Her smile released into a good-natured laugh as she laid her hand across her chest and then lifted it for a brief wave to the cameras. The wild flashing of cameras hit a crescendo at such behavior. Who could have imagined that such a well-cared-for twi'lek woman would be so sweet and modest, just like that normal and friendly girl next door so many men had always wanted.
"Every man there must be jealous of your master, but let none of them forget who he is. You are never anywhere, never doing anything, for yourself. When you have a master, the game will always be for him."
Well f@#$ that, she thought to herself, sparing one little flick of a glance toward Savin. It seemed he'd found a friend. How lovely. After answering one or two questions about the designer of her outfit, how much the earrings had cost, and the shoes, and the purse, she gave the photographers one last friendly smile over her shoulder and was returned with one last brief frenzy of camera flashes, the fondest farewell any woman could hope for from paparazzi.
"Be sure he knows that you remember your master, that he knows he is first in your thoughts. If he becomes insecure... depending on the man he will either lavish you with gifts to win back your heart or beat you severely. You may not even know which kind of man he is until you make your first mistake."
Unless he doesn't actually care, she noted to herself. In which case I can do whatever I want and he's the one hoping for a bit of my time.
"Some men, though. They need to be led a bit, and the coyness and modesty will not serve you well. Your weapons are your affection, and your devotion, and above all your skill. When you are armed with nothing else, you have those. Sometimes you will need to show your steel."
After leaving the cameras behind, Alema took one long step to pull herself up to Savin's side. Before he had a chance to respond to his friend and, for all Alema knew coworker, she slipped her hand through his elbow and pulled her arm down firmly. It drew her closer to him even as it brought his arm down to rest close to her body against the curves she knew he'd noticed.
She started to take a step forward, but mid-step she brought her leg back again to pause against Savin's, the entire length of her leg touching his.
"I'm going to go on ahead," she said, meeting Aden's eyes and giving a smile that was plainly just for him. The smile faded. "So Savin. Take your time; I'll be inside."
With that she pulled away, breaking all physical contact in a single fluid motion to make good on her word. Leaving him behind she stepped in the door in time to listen to the latter part of Kael Arden's speech. She didn't care much for his politics, or the politics of any leader for that matter, but she noted with profound and unquenchable amusement that standing some distance away was a lovely woman waiting for Arden to finish.
Well, at least someone is managing him, she thought. Speaking of that sort of management, I need to find something to occupy myself while Savin's busy with more important things.
Alema declined an offer of some terrifyingly pink cocktail from a waiter and very quickly found herself absorbed in a crushingly shallow discussion with some dignitary's wife about whether krayt dragon pearls ought to be set in silver or gold, and whether one might potentially be less tasteful than the other.
Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 6/24/07 12:38 pm
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)"Reserve whisky, I don't care what brand and whatever the lady would like."
Elisabeth's tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Corellian Red wine, if you have a good vintage," she said. "Please."
Her attention turned back to Kael immediately. He's really uncomfortable with the attention this position affords him... Elisabeth thought. Why? Secrets of some kind? Just that shy and reserved? No... no one is without secrets... I wonder what are his...?
She almost felt guilty for the train of thought and hastily disembarked from it.
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