Disasterpiece [Open to all]

[Wen Vesal]

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The preparations had been made. All the invitations sent. The media had been notified and the promotional campaign had been running for weeks. Tonight, the galaxy was watching and waiting with baited breath for one of the most widely-broadcasted, eagerly-anticipated and indulgently-glamorous events in recent memory to commence. It would be the first occasion since the Jedi Order had returned to Coruscant which proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that the dark times of oppression and dictatorship where gone forever. The preparations had been made for the most important night of Wen Vesal’s prestigious life.

The instantly recognisable entrepreneur, famous for his midas touch for business and utterly refined tastes in the arts, had pooled his resources with some fellow business associates, Sanis Prent and Hermes Spearman being two of whom, and together have organised a lavish evening to celebrate the art and culture of the galaxy’s capital. Naturally, everyone who’s anyone is invited, along with several hundred tickets bought by members of the public at the usual steep cost but on top of that many Jedi had been invited out of thanks for their services to society. Unfortunately, roughly a hundred tickets were stolen and sold on the street, and much to Mr Vesal’s displeasure, went unrecovered. This had been a blemish on his media coverage but tonight, spirits were high and expectations even higher and he did not want to disappoint his audience.

“Mister Cartell,” His voice was silken, delicate and eloquent even when fumbling with his bowtie. “When the holocameras start to roll, I want to have my wife to my right and you to my left. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed, your loyalty to this organisation has been unmatched and I would be proud to have you as my second hand man.”

A young man with long, pristine blonde hair stepped forward and took his friend’s hand, shaking it vigorously. He had always been the man who would take care of business while his employer was on a family vacation or an important, long-term business trip. He had even been Wen’s best man at his wedding several years ago. They grinned, reflecting each other’s enthusiasm, practically mirror images of each other in that respect. It had been through Tamath Cartell that Wen had brought about tonight’s spectacle, as such he kept him up to date on the proceedings and now was no different.

“How does it look downstairs?” Wen asked eagerly, he felt like he was being married again, being denied the privilege of witnessing his bride-to-be prior to the wedding ceremony. His counterpart then sprung into a lengthy description of the Grand Hall which had been transformed into the area in which the banquet would be held.

“All the tables are set, each draped in ornate, violet cloth with cream trimmings and serviettes with a candle at the centre wreathed in white roses. It’s empty down their at the moment, so silent, like the calm before a storm – but you should see it, magnifico!” He kissed his fingertips like a chef would to complement a fine dish and laughed. “Arching low from one pillar to the next are great banners of gold and red with the motto of the five families scrawled upon them: ‘Palthatos nunc abrium carta sus.’ You’ll love it!”

“Red and gold?” Wen repeated with evident distaste. “Surely that will clash with the violet and cream.”

“It looks amazing, trust me, you’ll love it when you see it.”

“What about the motto then? Do you think we should have translated? Not many people will understand.”

“It would devalue the motto to translate it, I will explain it’s meaning in my speech later. Now don’t worry. Where’s Portia?” Asked Tamath, desperate to change the subject.

“A couple of rooms along the corridor. We’ll be going down there shortly, to greet the guests of honour and all that jazz. One hour left until the show begins.”

The pair continued to discuss the upcoming evening; the banquet and decorations, the musicians and actors hired for the entertainment, those they suspected might be interested in trying their luck at the fencing, both Wen and Tamath would be within those ranks and skimmed over the murky subject of what kinds of people might try to get in with the stolen tickets and again, Wen started worrying but Tamath assured him: “This evening is yours; it will be a triumph, a masterpiece!”

[Sin Vamel]

The cameras had started rolling and not missing a beat, the parade of pompus, overblown bigwigs got underway; of course the celebrities came first - there was Kal Asteroid and the Comets followed by Cynthia Knight and the Sith-Slayers, rumour has it that Cynthia and Kal were dating and there was a media storm in front of Forte Vesal with the two rockstars at it's center - they were always followed by the politicians but no-one cared about those. One or two Jedi had already arrived uncermenoniously; no stretched speeder, no train of admirers and no media hype. Hermes Spearman came next, whose news crews kept their distance while rivals stopped him to talk but they would regret it for he always managed to fit in some sort of insult aimed at their news group before leaving them speechless.

Wedged in between a screaming teenage girl and her equally boisterous mother was a young man, no older than twenty, he had pale skin and fashionably rebellious hair. His name was Sin and he was a mercenary, an outlaw, a scoundrel - all of the above - and he was one of the fortunate few who had obtained his ticket to the arts and culture festival by unscrupulous means. Unscrupulous but cheap, that is. Slowly, he pushed his way through the crowd, hoping to get to the front once all the media whores had gone inside and then he would dare to brave the cameras and news crews and go inside. Already his tuxedo was looking a little creased and battered from the crowd but as long as he had a snappy suit and a ticket, he was in the club and just as well, for he had a busy night ahead of him.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya snapped a few pictures of Kal Asteroid, and then flashed her press pass at the doorman. He eyed it, and then her, greedily taking in the slinky black dress that hugged her curves. There were some tiny sparkles in the fabric, just enough to tease, but not enough to overwhelm. "Go right in, Ms. Grant."

"Thank you James." She read his name off the nametag without seeming to, and then 'Alice Grant,' reporter for the nearly unknown Sector Nine News Agency was let in the main gates. Taro Idol would be arriving soon, but she was more interested in a piece of art in the gallery. She wasn't big on art theft, but she knew someone who was, and they were working together on this one.

Arya got a few stares herself, and a venemous glare from Cynthia Knight who had caught Kal checking out the reporter. Arya smiled and snapped their picture together. Hey, this reporter gig wasn't too bad after all. The smuggler adjusted the strap on her dress with a slim hand, and turned back towards the gates with the rest of the new hounds. Someone important had arrived.

[Xel Kasum]

The whole thing looked as fake as a wedding cake, all covered in icing to make it taste sweeter than it actually was. GNN was crawling all over the scene like some kind of skin rash or infestation that wouldn't go away no matter what you did. Celebrities and senators all gift-wrapped for the public. It was a publicity orgy and I had an entire evening of it to look forward to. I'll admit that this type of event isn't really my scene. But Taro's coming so I have to keep my eyes open. It ain't easy being Taro. I guess you could say we're symbionts - he needs me and I need him. Its nice to work with somebody you're so close to.

As I exit my transportation I catch sight of another luxurious vehicle pull up directly outside the main entrance, only to lose it amidst the tidal wave of flash photography. This one was white. Last time I checked, Taro was riding around in a transport that had a lot of glass on it. It's quite artistic. I think he mentioned something about it being a symbol of what the Jedi really are. I didn't get it myself so I asked him to explain it. It didn't bother me, I'm a naturally inquisitive person by nature. I'm no interrogator or anything, I'm just good at finding things out. We had a good laugh about it once I knew what he meant. Although he did mention he'd be coming in the black one tonight. I made my way to the entrance, keeping an eye out for Diego. Taro didn't say anything about him coming but it might have slipped his mind. I still can't get over these reporters. Damn insects!

[Gav Mortis]

Gav was wise to follow in the wake of a big name celebrity, not that he was one to keep up to date with the world of showbuisness but you would've had to have spent the last six months with your head in the ground to not hear about the table-dancing Twi'lek turned senator for Tatooine turned intergalactic supermodel and along with her transexual Mon Calamari husband the pair kicked up one hell of a media frenzy. The distraction was big enough to allow the Sith and his lady friend for the evening, Marla Femine, walk inside unhindered, arm in arm. Gav's choice of date was rather inspired, she is one of Taro Idol's old flames and as such the likelihoold of either wishing to catch up was scarce to none. This kept the notorious hater of all Force users at a manageable distance.

"Marla, I'd like to introduce you to someone." Gav said as he approached a man with short, silvery hair, spectacles and a devilsh smile. Beaming, he shook Gav's hand and they exchanged a little chit-chat before Marla stepped forward and was introduced.

"This is Marla Femine, an old friend, and Marla, I'd like you to meet Hermes Spearman."

"Ah Marla, Luke here has told me all about you." He took her hand and kissed it. She looked nervous but excited. "He tells me you are quite a keen writer, I'd love to see some of your work. There is always a position available at GNN for a lady as precious as yourself."

She thanked him but caught sight of his wife's scornful look and they said their farewells, Gav and Marla headed for a tray of champagne-filled glasses while Hermes was taken across to a quiet part of the large, open foyer by his wife who would no doubt give him the first of many reprimands for the evening.

"So, Luke," Marla addressed her date with a look of mischief. "Is it common practice to have a different alias for every colleague you have?"

"Only those in high places." He replied.

[Vysten Ambre]

Vysten Ambre smirked to herself as she walked through the crowded hall. She had gotten in by swiping an invitation from an unsuspecting old lady. Having to fend for yourself had its perks sometimes.

The dress she was wearing however wasn't stolen. She bought it with some credits she earned from a recent, and rather boring job. It was a one shouldered ankle length blue gown that was navy blue at the chest, but the blue faded into a pastel as it worked its way down. It was simple, yet elegant.

She clutched the invitation and walked toward the tables. This sort of diversion was just the thing she needed. She hadn't had any real fun for a while and she intended to change that.

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

She hated dressing up. She hated it with a passion. But ever since spending more time with Arya, s'Il had come to require the occasional evening gown, and today was one of those days she'd have to use it. Of course she figured the reason for having to wear such a mock-up wasn't too bad; after all... there was art involved. And s'Il loved art. With a passion almost unequalled.

She'd arrived with her partner; Arya in black and s'Il in white... both gowns seemingly identical in every way except for their color. Arya had helped her get ready, muttering the entire time that s'Il was the single most unladylike lady to ever grace the spacelanes, and s'Il had scoffed at her. But she had to admit that after her partner had finished, she did look appealing. It was something foreign and not altogether unenticing. She idly wondered if she could pick up a few women as well as men.

s'Il and Arya had parted ways the moment they'd stepped within the building's vast entryway; Arya following the sea of press and s'Il milling about for a while before making her way deeper into the mass of people.

Tonight would be interesting, to say the least, and weaving her way through the crush of bodies, the Lupine grinned to herself.

Art was life.

And life was art.

[Beat]

There would always be riff-raff, no matter how good or high class a party is, the ruffians and the goons always show up. Of course the young red-head at the door, dressed in a scruffy suit (most likey stolen off someone's clothes line), held out a ticket which she had gotten off of a friend of hers who happened to work as a scapler. Of course the doorman, but guard would be a better term, gave her a funny look before letting her in.

She took note of the press moving, like a living cloud, to get more information and pictures, while the high-class mingled, and everyone else seemed to have dazed looks as they stared at the art work.

Art of course didn't interest Beat, she heard that there where going to be Jedi here, and that was all that mattered.

[Electra Wylde]

"The boss said 'Arm in arm', not hand on arm. If you like it attatched to your wrist then I suggest you move it." Electra spoke very quietly through a sweet smile but despite her amiable face and attitude the venom in her words was not lost. "Now!"

The man escorting her into the building, her so-called 'date' for the evening hastily balled his hand up into a less elegant fist so that he didn't touch her arm again. The red haired woman was notorious for having a fiery termper which in itself had acquired some infamy amongst those beneath her, this particular man being one such underling. She hated this, being lead to the party like a lost puppy in front of all these people by a man who had no authority over her whatsoever. It was degrading and the sooner they were separated the better but nevertheless she upheld her false outward appearance of someone thoroughly enjoying herself and headed inside.

"Hey honey, point your little camera somewhere else before I shove it down your throat!" She lashed out once in the doorway, shoving aside a female reporter's camera, it had been aimed straight for Electra and her date and as they walked by she blew the short-haired woman a mocking kiss.

[Tod Marr]

What a party! The music wasn't all that bad. Considering this was an artsy-fartsy gathering, Tod was quite surprised that he was listening to DJ Sammy and Maela. He danced his way away from the open bar, holding the four bottles of Eciff Onrims above his shoulders to avoid spilling them as a result of a collsiion with one of the other guests. His tuxedo was very smart. It was black, as was his tie and trousers, whilst he wore a silvery waistcoat beneath the jacket. There were two reasons for the large smile on his face. The first was the most ovbious - the women here were beautiful and very friendly. He'd already been offered a handful of dances and drinks for later on in the evening. The second wasn't so obvious, yet typical of Tod. It seemed that the bar wasn't going to be closing tonight.

He eventually found his way back to Val and Bette, who were standing off to one side of the jiving congregation that took up most of the room they were in. And what a room! It was huge. Easily large enough to fit a couple of Corellian freighters in. A dual-staircase led up to an overlooking area where eight turbolifts could be found. He noticed a woman in a blue dress standing by the banister at the top of the staircase. She was gorgeous. Unfortunately, he was distracted by a well-manicured man who bumped into him but apologised sincerely before handind him a small card. He managed to place the card in his pocket without spilling any alcohol over his suit. Val and Bette caught his eyes and he shouted over to them, competing with the music.

"Hey guys, here ya go! Bars free and it's open late! Thus sure is one hell of a party! I almost feel bad the rest of the squadron can;t be here! Still, I'll tell 'em all about it when I see 'em!"

They took their drinks from Tod, who was relieved that he now had one of his hands free. He stood with his back to the crowd, facing Val and Bette.

"I gotta say Bette! You look unbelievable tonight! I'd watch yourself here, the other women might get a little fiesty! But Val! C'mon man, you could have made an effort. I put you to shame dude!"

[Bette Davis]

Bette tugged at the red dress she'd poured herself into earlier that evening, and fidgeted next to Val as Tod made his way back towards them with their drinks. She took the beer, and grinned. "Eciff Onrims! Not bad." Tasting it, she sighed, "Not bad at all."

"I gotta say Bette! You look unbelievable tonight! I'd watch yourself here, the other women might get a little fiesty! But Val! C'mon man, you could have made an effort. I put you to shame dude!" Tod was bobbing to the music, and smiling at a woman who brushed by him.

"Well, I know how to handle myself." Bette faked a frown, and then relaxed. "I doubt anything will happen. Security at these places is unbelieveably tight. No one wants to make a bouncer angry." Tod didn't seem to be paying attention anymore, and she looped her arm through Val's leaning casually against him. "When's the big speech? There's going to be one, right?"

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya stumbled backwards as a broad pushed her camera away, blowing her a kiss as she and her gorgeous date moved towards the turbolifts that would take them up to the main hall. There were eight of them all together, lined up in a row a few yards away from where she was standing.

s'Ilancy was already up there...and Arya would be joining her soon. The psuedo-reporter began making her way towards the 'lifts, not wanting to draw attention to her movements, but not letting anyone stop her for very long. There was an Alderaanian moss painting on display in a climate controlled case up there.

Very rare, as the planet of its origin had been destroyed fifty odd years ago. Only a few moss paintings had survived in private collections held off planet, and after the destruction of Alderaan their worth had skyrocketed. No one left alive knew the art of moss painting, and so there would be no more. It was a shame, but also simply a fact. Arya wasn't about to get teary eyed over it. Anyway, the thought of something growing inside a frame being considered art was a bit weird.

But then she'd never seen one before. She would, however, see one tonight. Arya pressed her way to the turbolifts and got inside one, letting it carry her up and towards the real party.

[Beat]

Nothing, not one Jedi, at least not anywhere near Beat. She sighed as she moved away from the bar area and accedently bumped into someone.

"Whoops, my fault, Sir, Ma'am." She moved quickly before the bumped person could figure out who, or what, had bumped them. She did however stop at stare at a group of three, three watchmen, well two watchmen and one watchwoman.

[Vysten Ambre]

By now Vysten found the bar and ordered a cocktail. She took the brightly colored drink in one hand and mader her way through the mass of people. Art wasn't really her thing, but a few of the items were mildly amusing.

She walked beside a wall of paintings, not taking interest in any until one caught her eyes. To be kind the paint was bizarre. The painting was of a mynock attatched to a human baby's decapitated head. "That's disgusting," she said aloud, half hoping the artist himself would hear. Vysten cringed remembering the nasty picture and turned to leave.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

Perhaps the only two guests not arriving under some false name of pretenses, the Van-Dervelds had acquired their tickets through business acquaintances. Although Vega was not interested in art, he knew something of the current status of the market through his wife’s continuing efforts to redecorate their home. To know the market and to be interested in it, however, were two entirely different things, and Vega was most certainly not the latter.

A social butterfly Vega was not. As the gestation of the social butterfly went, the Lupine was perhaps in the caterpillar stage, just a wriggling blind little mite with no mind for pleasantries and conversation, much more concerned with the important things in life, which consisted solely of eating and not getting eaten. Tonight this little caterpillar was dressed in his best black shirt and trousers combo and was sporting a beautiful blonde on his arm.

His eyes watched the opening turbo lift doors and the room beyond them from behind darkened glasses (it was not that he had an aversion to the light; simply that he felt somewhat uncomfortable displaying his newly blinded eye for all to see). The faux-sophistication reeked of cheap champagne and perfume, and was almost nauseating. The scent was almost over powering and he had to stop to adjust to it before stepping out into the bright lights.

“Remind me again why we’re here,” he muttered, his lips barely moving as he walked arm in arm with Daiquiri into the crowds.

[Sin Vamel]

Originally posted by Vysten Ambre
Vysten cringed remembering the nasty picture and turned to leave.

And walked straight into Sin, there was a smash as her cocktail glass met the floor and several heads turned in their direction. He smiled sheepishly at the red-haired woman and stoof aside to allow a staff member swoop down and start cleaning up the brightly coloured spillage.

"Well, I was told to mingle. Guess I was a bit too enthusiastic." He moved around to the bar and stood next to the stranger. "I'm sorry about spilling your drink. I'd be happy to buy you a new one."

[Val Torre]

Originally posted by Bette Davis

"Well, I know how to handle myself." Bette faked a frown, and then relaxed. "I doubt anything will happen. Security at these places is unbelieveably tight. No one wants to make a bouncer angry." Tod didn't seem to be paying attention anymore, and she looped her arm through Val's leaning casually against him. "When's the big speech? There's going to be one, right?"

"Oh, fingers crossed!" Answered Val, with evident sarcasm. He didn't need to look, he could feel Bette's eyes roll. He looked to her in amusement. "Sorry, you know I can't stand long speeches, it's like when you take me shopping with you, I suddenly feel all naucious and weak at the knees."

Val suddenly went limp and his head flopped onto Bette's shoulder as he feigned an overwhelming sickness. She elbowed him in the stomach and looked around quickly to make sure no-one saw his antics. Val was laughing and jovially threw back some beer. He found himself on the recieving end of a 'behave yourself' glare and smiled, his arm wrapped around Bette's waist and pulled her in close bestowing a kiss on her forehead.

"Sorry, Bette Boop." He half-whispered. "No more bad behaviour, I promise."

[Bette Davis]

Bette wrapped her arms around Val and pushed aside his beer, planting one on his lips. "Good then, I'd hate to have to punish you." They shared a grin, and then Tod brought them back to the party by making a not so subtle gagging sound behind them.

She pulled away, and tipped her beer back, trying not to smile, but failing. "Okay, so long speeches are out. How about taking a look at the art that everyone's been talking about?" Bette motioned with her bottle towards the walls that held the expansive display.

[Val Torre]

"Why not." Val replied after a contemplative frown. They headed for the nearest wall which ran a very fair distance, lined all the way with paintings of varying size, style and colour. Val wasn't much of an art person, but then what could be expected from a man nicknamed 'Razor'. "Okay Madam Shooter," He began in an exaggerated posh voice, pointing the neck of his beer bottle at a painting comprised of a Jedi and an ysalmari in an tight embrace; the Jedi was monochrome and the ysalmari was pink. "What do make of this-- erm, fine-- piece?"

"Heya guys!"

"Glad to see you caught up with us, Tod." He gave Maniac a sideways glance then tilted his head in the direction from which his friend had came. "You could've brought that girl over here. Bette's about to give us the low down on this masterpiece here."

[Kelt Simoson]

Kelt Simoson was one of the few Jedi that had been sent an invitation to represent the GJO at tonights party. The Jedi Knight was of course pleased to take up the invitation though partying was clearly not his cup of tea. Though he would enjoy himself none-the-less. As a young child Kelt, like most children of his home, was a avid fan of art, literature and writing and so if nothing else Kelt would spend time and enjoy looking at Coruscants mosaics and talent.

' Jedi?...Kelt Simoson correct?' Asked the door gaurd, his eyes scanning the writing on the data pad quickly. ' Ah, yes here it is. Welcome Mr. Simoson.' The doorman unhooked the railing and let the Jedi pass through, Kelt noted how much difference there was with the B&G gaurds with those he had just met. Not high security but formal none-the-less.

The attention to detail was on a grand scale. The colors, soft music, lighting and carefully placed art was astonishing and in fact suited Kelt. Simoson himself was quite tuned to detail and the beuty of the hall was quite lovely. At least he thought so. Though tonight his cloths were not tuned to detail, he was in fact not in formal dress, not even for a Jedi.

Kelt of course was bearing his uncombed hair, wavy and matted it sat on his head showing little life. The cloak, dark green and worn, it was hardly fitting for such a well groomed audience and his green tunic, white shirt and black baggy pants hardly showed him as being a tidy Jedi though they were not so bad as the cloak. He was given a few looks though most noticed he was a Jedi, smiled and moved on to drink cheap booze and eat appetizers.

Kelt on the other hand was quite happy just to circle the on show art and sculpture and enjoy himself thoroughly while doing so.

[Vysten Ambre]

He moved around to the bar and stood next to the stranger. "I'm sorry about spilling your drink. I'd be happy to buy you a new one."

"What the-?!" Vysten exclaimed in surprise as the drink shattered against the foor. She was about the release a long string of very innappropriate curses when the man apologized and offered to buy her a new drink. However, she stopped in mid-yell when she looked at the man's face. He wasn't bad looking and some company was exactly what she was looking for.

"And I'd be happy to accept," Vysten answered with a charming smile.

[Sin Vamel]

"Good." He nodded with a smile. Catching the attention of a bartender he ordered a glass of Merenzane Gold and a Dorian Quill with ice. While they waited for their drinks, he returned his attention to his attractive company and wondered how jealous his older brother would be if he was watching.

"I'm Sin Vamel." He laughed with a hint of embarrassment and added, "And yes, these sorts of social gatherings aren't exactly my scene so I thought what better way to get some company than to knock their cocktail all over the place."

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

The sound of shattering glass caught her attention, but s'Il only paid it a swift glance-over as she made her way deeper through the crowd. The press of bodies was rather pleasant, actually, and she couldn't help but smile in spite of herself.

The Lupine loved art, and unlike Vega Van Derveld, was very much dedicated to the collection of such rarities; by legal aquisition or... by other means. And it was usually through the latter method that she'd built up her collection. Metallic eyes taking in the paintings and sculptures all around, she couldn't help but raise her brows at some of the pieces displayed; some she'd consider owning herself... but others... others were just simply distasteful in her eyes.

Waiting for Arya, s'Il continued her trek through the crowds, wandering mostly, and squeezing her way through a small party of three; two men and one woman, she continued on her way. She caught clips of their conversation, and couldn't help the smile that crossed her features at the sound of the blonde man 'gagging' in response to the other two's show of closeness.

C'mon Arya, where are you, Babe... ?

[Nathanial K'cansce]

You need to lose some weight.

*Nate remarked, glancing with disgust over to his slaver thing, Ilyarna. She had dressed herself in an unflattering tight gown, that showed one too many pudge-rolls. It was almost a disgrace to be seen with her in public. Think about the reputation!

A shudder ran through his body, just thinking about it.

You need better taste in women.

Nate even felt the shudder go through the spirit's body.

She had to be thinking that she was living the high-life, though. Finally, going to some fancy party, with none other than the man whom she admired more than fudge brownies.

And that was something astonishing in itself.

Nate reached into the chest pocket of his black, neatly pressed, long sleeved shirt. He modified his black Sith Robes just for this event, cutting the hood off the sewed together cloak, and making other modifications. The robes draped over his shoulders, and made the appearance of Royalty accompany him where ever he stepped. The arms were baggy, as normal, but he was able to get them more or less fitted to his arms. And the tail, like always, dragged a few paces behind him as he walked.

From the chest pocket, he withdrew a ticket for the party. Authentic, and real, much like Il's ticket was, the guards at the front doors of the lobby would have a hard time figuring out it was hot.

One of the main skills of Ilyarna that Nate quite frequently put to use was her ability to steal almost anything from anywhere without getting caught. Well, she did get caught once, and that's how she ended up in Nate's custody. Once the tickets were had, Nate made a few calls and was able to have them modified, hacked, and what have you so that no one could trace the two tickets as being stolen. And considering they weren't actual invitations, they had no names on them, and thus the request for I.D would be nil.*

"Go on in," the guards said upon the presentation of the tickets. Though Nate did notice the quite odd and disgusted looks they gave him. What kind of taste did he have?

From the looks of the inside of the titan of a building, he had a fine and unquestionable taste for class.*

[Vysten Ambre]

Vysten grinned at Sin's statement. "I gotta say, I love your honesty," she said with a giggle. "I'm actually kinda glad you ran into me. I was getting as bored as heck, and I guess you can tell by my lack of fancy-schamncy words that art shows aren't exactly my thing either."

Extending her hand for Sin to shake it Vysten said, "My name's Vysten Ambre, and I must say it's already been a pleasure to meet you."

[Daiquiri Van-Derveld]

"For the art, dear, the art. I would like to be able to find a few pieces for the castle...some paintings and perhaps a statue or two. I was thinking that..."

Daiquiri let her voice trail off, smiling politely as the couple pressed passed a knot of people who had made it a point to block the entrance to another room. Vega took the lead, shouldering aside male and female alike and pulled Daiquiri through the gap behind him.

"Frelling sight-seers! Who do they think they are.......were those two guys holding hands??"

He crained his head around to take a better look but by then the crowd had melded together once more and the men in question had blended from sight. Daiq patted his arm soothingly.

"You got to bully a few people for a couple of seconds. That should keep you happy for a while, love. As I was saying, if I buy any statues, we'll have to do so on the up and up......but the paintings are another matter. I wonder if theyll have jewelry here?"

[Tod Marr]

"Hey, come to think of it Bette, you do kinda look like that woman off The Antique's Roadshow- Uhura Windward. Y'know, that one who uses words like 'bland' and 'quaint' a lot."

He noticed Val smile through the corner of his eye as he held his little finger out to one side whilst his other fingers kept hold of his drink. He then put on a suitable posh, camp accent and began speaking about the painting...

"Wonderful piece Uhura. This one in particular caught my eye, as you can tell from the colour of my iris where the hook was embedded. The use of colour suggest early Angosian period, yet the shape and form, even the medium used, hints at perhaps just a petite amount of Lal'Hael influence. I am of course refering to this area..."

He pointed to a small area of the painting, having absolutely no idea what he wa slooking at nor understanding the tripe he was spewing. He began laughing to himself, causing several people to look around at the group of friends.

"I'm sorry, but what the heck are we looking at? I've seen kindergarten kids coem up with better stuff than this rubbish. All I can say is thank heavens there's booze! So Bette, wha'ddya make of it?"

[Bette Davis]

She learned back against Val's shoulder and made a show of studying the not-so-fascinating painting. "Well, Chekov," she subbed in a name from the Roadshow, "I find it to be remarkably plain for a late to mid..." The pilot squinted at the signature, "Late to mid Gregorio Fat. One of the finest Devorian artists in the universe." Bette stuck her tongue out at Tod, who applauded, and then added, "We can only hope no other Devorians ever try their hands at painting."

"Ooh, I heard the Kil'lik Twilight was going to be here." She tugged on Val's arm, pulling him past the black, pink and white monstrosity, but they paused once more in front of the next painting. Another Gregorio Fat masterpiece, consisting of a two metre square canvas painted entirely white. Bette stared, dumbfounded. "This is art?"

[Mortaniuss]

Fashionably late. What an interesting term. Was it fasionable to proudly display that you can't show up on time? Or was it simply the predeliction to show off by publicly announcing that you have better things to do? Either way, Mortaniuss appreciated the opportunity to make a somewhat dramatic entrance.

His black suit offered such a sharp contrast to his milk-white flesh that many of the guests couldn't help but gasp as he walked in, cane in hand. He was flying solo tonight, very deliberately. Already, he could see women eyeing him as potential prey. How ironic. There was a cute blonde in the crowd who looked preoccupied with something else, so Mort made a point of catching her eye and briefly winking at her. That should drive the jealousy factor up a notch.

He strode through the crowd easily, most of the guests giving him a wide bredth as he passed. As he made his way to Vesal to thank him for the 'complimentary' ticket, he leisurely glanced at various paintings and sculptures. They ranged from beautiful to grotesque; Some were both. He made a mental note of which ones he was going to buy before the night was over.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Waiting for Arya, s'Il continued her trek through the crowds, wandering mostly, and squeezing her way through a small party of three; two men and one woman, she continued on her way. She caught clips of their conversation, and couldn't help the smile that crossed her features at the sound of the blonde man 'gagging' in response to the other two's show of closeness.

C'mon Arya, where are you, Babe... ?

She wasn't far behind, squeezing out of a turbolift and walking out onto the overlooking balcony. Underneath her was an impressive sea of people, each with a separate purpose for being there. Or, perhaps all with the same purpose. She wasn't one to judge motives.

Arya picked her way down a slightly winding staircase, flashing her press pass at a guard who tried to stop her. She lifted a champange glass off of a silver tray as it flashed past her, and hung her holocam off her shoulder. It took a few minutes, but she found herself in line to view the Kil'lik Twilight just a few beings behind s'Ilancy. They didn't make eye contact... in fact her partner didn't even look back at her.

But they both knew they were there. Arya sipped her champagne, waiting for their little group to be allowed in. Security was tight in this little alcove: two guards at the entrance to the walk through area the moss art was kept in, and two at the exit. Doors were sealed closed, but not locked, due to trying to keep the climate as temperate as possible inside the Twilight's chamber. It wouldn't do to have the moss dry up and shrivel after being exposed to the body heat of several hundred beings.

The doors opened, and the guards let them inside. There was a droid sitting benignly across from the painting, so that all visitors had to walk between the two to see the art. Probably outfitted with security protocols. s'Ilancy had already walked through by the time Arya was allowed in, and she was unprepared for the beauty of the painting.

It was small, perhaps twenty by twenty-five centimeters, and depicted a group of humanoids turning away from an approaching storm. A woman spoke to her husband in the sort of voice people always suppose is quiet, but was clearly audible to the other two occupants. The other occupant, a Twi'lek male, and Arya shared a pained glance as the wife explained the painting to her grunting and unimpressed husband.

"See, those aliens there...they were what populated Alderaan before there were humans. Or at least, they are one of the native races. I forget their name... This art depicts them turning away from the storm that eradicated them from the planet, and facing the future. It's all rather sad, really. Since Alderaan itself was destroyed, Alderaanian's have taken Kil'lik Twilight as a symbol of all that was. They also have..."

Arya tuned her out, and leaned closer to the intricate artwork. The aliens were tall and slender, but it seemed to her that they were facing up to the storm, not running away from it. All in all, Twilight was breathtaking. Absolutely gorgeous. She was strangely sad when their time was up and the droid flared to life and assisted the exit guards in getting them out of the small room.

The smuggler caught sight of s'Ilancy lounging near a truly horrible statue of a Hutt and a naked female humanoid (thankfully done in a modern fashion, and not the frightfully realistic styles of times gone by). She made her way over, and stood beside her, pretending to study the sculpture.

[Dasquian Belargic]

Clad in traditional, yet unconventional velvet, robes, the Knight was greeted with many a warm ‘Master Jedi’ as he passed through the crowds. While most people welcomed Jedi warmly (in some cases as though they were some sort of novelty), others were openly suspicious of Jedi and this was evident in the hushed conversation and odd looks that came over them as he passed by.

Though not an art connoisseur, Dasquian was quite happy to attend any gathering he was invited to for the sake of keeping up good appearances and relations. Numerous Jedi had been invited to the exhibition and so far he had only seen one other, Kelt, engrossed in a small statuette of a Mynock devouring some form of serpent. He had brought a guest with him, an apprentice of his, who followed him at his side as he walked.

A large group standing at the entrance to a smaller chamber seemed all a fluster at having been forcibly pushed out of the way by a bulky man, who was currently looking at Dasquian with an expression that could only be described as seething distaste. Quickly glancing away and changing his course, the tall figure passed by a few others whom he recognized vaguely – some of which he was sure he had met before but could not for the life of him place where.

He came to a stop in a position which gave him a broad view of the room. There were security on duty but he felt a natural obligation to watch over the proceedings.

“Nine times out of ten,” he said, in a quiet voice that was all but drowned out by the collective conversation.

“Events like this run smoothly, however there is always a slim chance that with so many people and such a large quantity of valuable goods someone will decide that it’s smart to start something.”

[imported_Jacali Danner]

Nodding silently, Padawan Jacali Danner watched closely over the proceedings as well. The gathering was much like the ones she had helped out with on her own homeworld. She remembered very well some of the interferences that could take place.

Jacali was very glad her Master had invited her, besides that the art was magnificent. "I remember things that go one in places like this, Master. I will help in any way I can."

[Dick]

"I'm a guest, you idiot! See! Here's my invitation. Stupid humans!"

Dick lowered his mechanical arm and placed the invitation back in his jacket pocket. There was no law against droids wearing clothes and he excercised that fact fully. Always clothed wherever he went, Dick dressed to kill. He was wearing a golden yellow tuxedo that wasn't too bright for the eyes. Instead it was very warm and welcoming, like his jovial self. But when people patronised him he snapped. He couldn't stand it. He hated being mistaken for someone's property. He wasn't a service droid to carry people's empty glasses to the kitchen. He was a guest who had come to enjoy himself tonight. Seeing that there was no time like the present, the droid danced his way into the sea of people and started flirting with all the lovely ladies.

[Xel Kasum]

Standing to one side of the banister above the large hall, I can't help but notice how attractive some of the women are. Pity I can't drink tonight. I'd love to get drunk just so I didn't remember what an awful evening this was going to be. I can't believe I'm here, it's driving me crazy. There are a few Jedi here. That could make for some light-hearted entertainment later on when Taro's in full swing. they dress so flimsy, like they're ornaments that can't be touched. The Untouchables. Yeah right. It'll be a different story a few nights from now. Then we'll see who's untouchable. A man wearing a dinner jacket approaches me. He looks like a member of staff. Must be a waiter or usher. He hands me a small slip of paper.

"I was asked to give this to you, Mr. Kasum."

I thank him and send him on his way. It's a message from Taro.

He's on his way...

[Wen Vesal]

Originally posted by Mortaniuss
As he made his way to Vesal to thank him for the 'complimentary' ticket, he leisurely glanced at various paintings and sculptures. They ranged from beautiful to grotesque; Some were both. He made a mental note of which ones he was going to buy before the night was over.

"Ah, Mortimer, old boy!" Wen boldy approached the pale-skinned gentlemen with whom he had done business in the past, he recognised his face but could never get his name right. He took the devilishly handsome fellow's hand and shook it vigorously. "A sheer thrill to see you again and--" He stepped back and surveyed him, arms raised and hands open, he smiled and clasped them together against his chest. "And looking as maginifique as ever, you old charmer, you!"

"I see your impeccable tastes remain the same." He observed casually, tilting his head to look at the sculpture Mortaniuss was last inspecting. It was a bronze sculpture of a one-eyed giant preparing to hurl a large bone for his pet bantha which, unrealistically, was stood on it's hind legs eagerly. "Ah, the 'The Bones that Gave Birth to Society!' He said thoughtfully, a glass of blue champagne in one hand and a hip in the other. "I have no idea what it means. Ah-ha-hah-ho-ho-ho, deary me!"

After wiping a tear from his eye, Wen excused himself from Mortaniuss' delightful company and uncharacteristically climed an ornate chair, he clapped his hands but he could not be heard over the guests and after finally resorting to tapping a teaspoon against an empty champagne class the crowd hushed. He beamed at them, proud that he had been out-going enough to climb atop a chair.

"Ah, thank you. Thank you, one and all." His impeccably manicured hand waved majestically through the air as he looked around. "You all look beautiful tonight!" There was an amiable applause. "If you would all like to make your way up to the grand hall, shortly, the banquest shall begin in half an hour. No rush though, I don't want to see an unfinished glass of champagne anywhere! Ha ha!"

He raised his glass, took a sip and climbed down as ceremoniously as possible while the guests resumed their chittar-chatter.

[Sin Vamel]

Originally posted by Vysten Ambre

Extending her hand for Sin to shake it Vysten said, "My name's Vysten Ambre, and I must say it's already been a pleasure to meet you."

"No, the pleasure is all mine, Vysten." Their drinks arrived and he handed Vysten a glass filled with a silky, golden liquid which seemed to illuminate itself. It's smelled sweet, like honey nectar. He nodded at the drink in her hand and shrugged. "I figured from that cocktail that you liked bright-coloured drinks. I think you'll like that."

He swirled the liquor around his glass, the ice clinked quietly then he took a sip and watched with interest as Vysten tried hers. "You don't sound local, I like your accent. Where are you from?"

[Electra Wylde]

Originally posted by Kelt Simoson

Kelt on the other hand was quite happy just to circle the on show art and sculpture and enjoy himself thoroughly while doing so.

"I've heard of a lot of things." Said a sultry voice from behind Kelt. "But a refined Jedi, that's a new one."

Having successfully escaping her irritating date for the evening, Electra had ventured out into the wild, hunting for a more interesting catch. Although he was a scruffy little wamprat, he had a rugged handsomeness which the feisty, young red-head had always found attractive and there was the bonus that he was a Jedi which was cause for added interest. When he turned around she caught his gaze and stared for a moment, her finger tracing the rim of her glass. Finally she approached.

"A lover of fine art?" She asked, tilting her head a little lower and gave him an innocent look. "Or a lover of other things, perhaps?"

[Vysten Ambre]

Vysten took a sip of the drink handed to her and smiled. "You're right, I do like it." With her unoccupied hand, Vysten ran her fingers through her hair, as she always did when she felt uneasy.

Clearing her throat she spoke again, "To be perfectly honest, I'm from nowhere unless a junky frieghter counts. As a child I was raised in Corellia, but after a few mishaps and disagreements I left. Nobody really knows or cares that I'm alive, except for the few I do a job for... then they forget me as soon as the job's done." She looked away from Sin to gaze at nothing in particular.

Suddendly aware of her surroundings, Vysten turned to Sin and blushed. "I'm- I'm sorry. I'm sure you didn't want a life story."

[Val Torre]

Originally posted by Bette Davis

Bette stared, dumbfounded. "This is art?"

"Apparently."

Val grunted, his vague interest depleated. He was in agreement with Tod. "I wouldn't even know art if I was smashed over the head with it." He looked to Tod who's face suddenly lit up. "No, we can't give it a try."

Then Wen Vesal stood and addressed his guests and Val could only cringe throughout the entirety of the sickening speech, with each passing moment he grew to loathe the famous entrepreneur more and more.

"What a wilting, drenny excuse for a man." He groaned, before swilling his throat with beer and he pulled Bette up against him to assure him of his own masculinity. He was satisfied and leaned in to kiss her but as she started to pucker he kissed her nose instead, she opened her eyes and he wore a cheeky grin. "Perhaps I should take some tips from Mr, Sophistication over there--" He nodded his head in Wen's general direction. "--And learn how to really sweep a woman off her feet."

[Mortaniuss]

Still smiling as Wen walked away, Mort grimaced to himself the second the man was out of eyesight. Talking with that man was a real chore sometimes, especially when he was trying to impress more than one person at a time. Still, he owed Wen a few favors. And after those favors were repaid, Mort was contemplating exactly how he would kill the man. It would be something slow; Wen was sure to have delightful screams.

Mingling was not a priority tonight, and so Mortaniuss spent only the briefest time socializing. Oh, he made certain that no less than 3 women would be waiting for him tonight, but he kept it at that. Tonight, he thirsted for something more... refined.

He spotted the gallery where Vesal was showing off one of the more treasured pieces of his collection and decided to join the crowd there. Everyone was being ushered out from a previous viewing, and the line was already forming for the next one. He noticed the cute blonde again, this time dutifully leaving the area. Perhaps he'd make it 4 tonight. Or maybe even just one, if this one proved the challenge he thought she would. But that was for later. Art first, then the Hors D’evoures.

[Bette Davis]

Originally posted by Val Torre
"Perhaps I should take some tips from Mr, Sophistication over there--" He nodded his head in Wen's general direction. "--And learn how to really sweep a woman off her feet."

Bette pulled away from him and adjusted her dress. "Yeah, maybe you should." She held up the beer in her hand. "However, I'm more of a beer and fast food type of gal. Sophistication would be wasted on me." She had in mind to tease him, but due to recent events in their relationship, decided not to push him too far.

"So...on to the next piece of 'art,' fellas? Or," she looked around, latching back onto Val's arm, "Are we heading towards food?"

[Vega Van-Derveld]

Originally posted by Daiquiri Van-Derveld
"You got to bully a few people for a couple of seconds. That should keep you happy for a while, love. As I was saying, if I buy any statues, we'll have to do so on the up and up......but the paintings are another matter. I wonder if they’ll have jewelry here?"

A sledgehammer of a not-so-subtle hint hit Vega in the face and he made a sort of little shrug. He really did doubt that there would be anything of that kind here, and even if there was, it would be awful gaudy stuff that could have passed itself off easily as a paperweight. The faint scent of a vampire came to him for a moment and he began searching the room for a likely candidate, halted only by the host stepping up to address the crowd.

“Banquet,” he didn’t need to lick his lips, there was a look enough about him that said he was already picturing, carving and devouring the plates of food in his mind.

The Lupine passed a hand back through his hair as he looked at a statue that he actually quite liked – something about Cain and Able and the fall of mankind. It was unashamedly graphic and violent and he wagered it would fit right in the lounge back at the ‘stadt. Evidently another of his kind was in the room and though he couldn’t see her, as he surveyed his possible purchase he realized that it was s’Ilancy. What an odd crowd had turned up. The Dark Jedi lowered his glasses before removing them fully, glancing at – and startling – a woman to his left

“This is dren,” Vega remarked at the top of his voice as he and Daiquiri moved on to another piece, many heads turning to look at the uncouth brute who had just dared to so openly criticize.

[Kelt Simoson]

Kelt turned to view the woman, her voice had drawn him reluctantly away from the fine piece of art infront of him; a magnificent winged creature, bird like, each feather carved and shaped with such fidelity that it was beutiful in character, and form. Its posture, grand and loyal. A very fine piece indeed.

' I might be refined, free from coarseness or vulgarity; polite. But i do not think i am refined in the defernition that you mean. I am mearly enjoying art that is all...' The Jedi Knight said gently. He saw her rubbing the tip of her glass, seductivly. However seductivley she wanted to try, it would not work with Kelt, his interest with women was null.

' And as a Jedi, of course i am a lover of things m'lady. ' he said, turning back to look at the sculpture, not ignoring her, mearly trying to draw the convosation elsewhere.

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

She didn't even look at Arya, instead staring off into the crowd of people at nothing in particular. Her metallic eyes shifted slowly, taking in the entire gathering with mild interest that bordered on sheer boredom. If it'd been up to her, the job would've been done by now; but of course Arya wanted to mingle for a while first. s'Il didn't really mind; it was kind of fun after all, and while she wasn't one to really dress up too often, she couldn't help but acknowledge the... perks... of making one presentable.

One of those perks had come in the form of a wink from a rather tall, pale gentleman who sported a cane and what she had to admit was the most proper suits she'd ever seen on a man. He was handsome, she wasn't afraid to admit it, but still. There was only one thing that really interested her right now. And oddly enough it wasn't the painting she and Arya had just seen. Instead, it was a much rarer, not so well known painting that she knew Wen had in his possession. She hadn't exactly told her partner what it was yet though, and conveniently let the other woman think that s'Il was completely nuts for wanting a painting she had to water.

It was kind of cute, actually.

Her eyes paused in their slow sweep, and she blinked. There he was again... the pale stranger... and then he was gone, swallowed by the crowds around him.

"This is dren."

Well, at least someone said it before she did. With a snort she looked to Arya, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Almost done mingling yet?"

[Arya Ravenwing]

She rolled her eyes, and turned to the blonde on her left. "You know, I was just trying to make this a little less than a smash and grab. You could use some refinement anyway." Arya closed her eyes, careful not to try looking around with her second sight. It had something to do with the Force, and that would drive s'Ilancy completely bonkers.

That, and ruin the dress they'd borrowed for her to wear. The smuggler opened her eyes again. "So, trail along behind the crowd as they make their way to the banquet hall?" Arya tracked a trio of art enthusiasts with her eyes, noting the beer bottles in their hands, as opposed to glasses of champagne. She downed the last bit of hers, and stopped s'Il from reaching for another one. "I think we've had quite enough of you drinking on the job."

[Tod Marr]

The group of, for want of a better term, drinking buddies made their way along the balcony that overlooked the bar and hall foyer. As they did, clearly making their way to the banquet hall, Tod noticed a woman looking in their general direction. He greedily took in the slinky black dress that hugged her curves. His attention was then stolen away by another woman not too far from the black-clad beauty. She was wearing a white dress. And she was blonde.

"Oh yeah!"

Val looked at him and asked what he was so pleased about. With a grin, he replied cheekily...

"You two lovebirds go on ahead. Save me a seat. I'm just gonna hang back a little."

Tod decided the best way to handle this was to wait for the woman to make her way to the banquet hall. Thats when he'd introduce himself and, who knows!? Maybe he'll be lwon't need Bette and Val to save him a seat. Now, it was just a question of what he was going to tell her about himself...

[Ned Stark]

Behind Marr, a man snorted into his drink. Then he slid up behind his squadronmate and snorted again.

"Ya keep staring like that, kid, she's gonna realize it," Ned Stark smirked as Tod literally jumped out of his boots.

"Although, by th'look in her eyes...she'd eat ya for dinner."

She looks familiar though...not sure where I've seen her.

[Daiquiri Van-Derveld]

"Mmmm, yes...this is very nice!"

It was true that Vega didnt know much about art and she herself was still learning but his taste so far had out-stripped hers this night. The large and dominating piece was captivating indeed, quite animalistic in its power and appeal.

"Shall we buy it? It would look good in the castle."

Food had been mentioned and Daiquiri knew that her husbands attention had switched directions. Biting back a sigh, she smiled up at him.

"You wont mind if I continue looking while you eat?"

[Vysten Ambre]

Emi figited uncomfortably in her seat. She waited for Sin's responce to her last comment, or speech to be more exact. She quickly looked down into her cocktail and sipped to avoid eye contact. Gods, I'm such an idiot.

[Gav Mortis]

Slowly, the masses were making their way for the great, carpeted staircase and the turbolifts which ascended two floors and took them straight the the Grand Hall and the banquet. Gav and Marla joined the first of the congregation and headed happily upstairs and through an enormous, dramatically ornate doorway and into the festively illuminated banquet hall.

"Looks like no expense has been spared." Gav commented, feeling a little overpowered by all the colours and decorations.

"But it's so beautiful!" Gasped Marla, wide-eyed and staring up at the domed ceiling, painted with glorious images of floating cherubs and semi-naked women, dancing among the clouds.

"A bit too beautiful, I think. Let's find a table shall we?"

[Val Torre]

Originally posted by Bette Davis

"So...on to the next piece of 'art,' fellas? Or," she looked around, latching back onto Val's arm, "Are we heading towards food?"

"I think I've stomached enough art for the time being." Val answered and then, grinning, watched Tod as he trotted off on an intercept course for a petite blonde who had just been joined by a woman with short, dark hair. "Looks like Tod's spotted a blonde he likes."

"What blondes doesn't Tod like?" Bette shot, giving Maniac a narrow-eyed look as he dissapeared into the crow. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Val, he took her arm and they moved along for the stairs.

"Posh turbolifts!" Val grinned cheekily and then whined like a child deprived of candy. "If only there weren't so many people here we could've had some unscheduled turbolift fun."

[Electra Wylde]

Originally posted by Kelt Simoson

' And as a Jedi, of course i am a lover of things m'lady. ' he said, turning back to look at the sculpture, not ignoring her, mearly trying to draw the convosation elsewhere.

Electra pouted theatrically, giving the Jedi the old sad eyes, her hands clasped in front of her and she swivelled on the spot, gently to and fro but her new acquaintance was clearly impenetrable. Sighing, Electra moved in closer and smiled.

"Then I hope you are a lover of fine food." She said hopefully. "My date for the evening seems to have gotten himself lost and I was wondering if you'd like to join me for the banquet this evening?"

She took a sip of her wine and in mid-gulp her eyes suddenly went wide and she swallowed quickly. She coughed a little and put a hand on her chest. "Oh, I'm sorry. Electra Wylde."

[Sin Vamel]

Originally posted by Vysten Ambre

Suddendly aware of her surroundings, Vysten turned to Sin and blushed. "I'm- I'm sorry. I'm sure you didn't want a life story."

Sin grinned and failing to restrain himself, laughed.

"You've nothing to be sorry about, Vysten." He placed a finger under her chin and turned her head away from her drink so that they could resume eye contact. Sin was grinning again, she was so cute. "In fact, I'd like to hear more--"

He retrieved his glass from the bar.

"--At dinner perhaps." He said, then he raised his arm, welcoming her to take hold of it. "I'd love to have your company. Care to join me?"

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Milivikal was much later than she wanted to be. She had subtly implanted the idea that the cab driver should spread his brains across a sidewalk in half an hour. If he did, the dull chit-chat the Siren used to get it there was completely worth it.

She had only vauguely heard of the party, and was surprised when a well dressed twi-leki had handed her an envelope with an invitation after a set in a small club.

Mercifully, the crowd stood aside as she worked her way through, and she presented her invitation to the doorman.

"Madame k'Vik, welcome to Forte Vesal."

Mili smiled as he pulled the door open, a white set of near-perfect teeth.


It was clear that Vesal had more money than sense: some of the statues and paintings were terrible. But amist the sea of people, surely there was someone interesting.

She scanned the crowd from a balcony, hoping for the unlikely familar face. Someone felt familiar, but the albino looking fellow caught her eye. He glided more than walked. Dabbing his mouth with a cloth as he returned to the room, Mili spoke to him.

"Hello" she said. Her voice carried across the room to him and only him.

[Mortaniuss]

The voice was unearthly, and it was quite clear that the person speaking to him was not doing so through any normal means. He turned around casually, acting terribly disinterested, and caught sight of the woman looking directly towards him. Mort smiled; A casual, how-do-you-do smile, and mouthed "Hello" back at her. And with a slight gesture, he motioned for her to join him where he stood.

[Ilyarna]

Ilyarna felt FABULOUS!

She was at a swanky party, in a satin gown, with her devastatingly handsome master, Nathanial K'cansce ushering the way in up ahead of her. She had even donned a silver gem-studded tiara for the occassion.

FABULOUS!


The generously proportioned slave swooshed her satin gown every chance she got as she wandered along behind Nate - (having her arm hooped through his could be the only possible thing to best her current state of euphoria, but that of course, was out of the question) Still...she could fantasize. No one could stop that.

Her Master tossed her the occassional scowl as her persistant swooshing was wearing thin...since dressing two hours prior to departure, it was wont to get a little annoying after a while. But for Il..the pleasure never waned and she smiled brightly back at him, flashing her slightly gapped square teeth.

It was so exciting, all the beautiful people were here. And so many!

FABULOUS!

Oblivious of the looks the couple were garnering, Ilyarna took four very quick pert little steps, catching up to Nathanial and nudging up beside him she pointed with delight.

It was a buffet!

FABULOUS!

[Bette Davis]

Originally posted by Val Torre:

"Posh turbolifts!" Val grinned cheekily and then whined like a child deprived of candy. "If only there weren't so many people here we could've had some unscheduled turbolift fun."

Bette waggled her eyebrows and grinned. "Ah yes...turbolit fun. Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" Val protested slightly as she poked him in the side, then looped her arm through his once more. "Dinner smells fabulous. Don't forget what fork to use." She finished off her beer as they stepped into the enormous dining hall, handing her empty to a server as she gaped at the lavish decorations.

"Is it just me, or do the violet accents on the tables sort of clash with the red on the walls?" She whispered into Val's ear, giggling slightly at the tastes of the very rich. "Whatever happened to basic black and white for formal dinner parties?"

[Vega Van-Derveld]

Originally posted by Daiquiri Van-Derveld
"You won’t mind if I continue looking while you eat?"

“Not in the slightest, but don’t be too long, will you?”

The Lupine stole himself a little kiss before wandering off, waving back over his shoulder as he headed towards where the food was. Others too were making their way up, and as he made his way up the incline towards the hall, he paused to take a better look at the room, from a greater vantage point. There were numerous familiar faces present now, and he couldn’t help but wonder what part they were going to play in the inevitable that was going to unfold tonight.

Shaking his head, he turned back to walk off towards the banquet and instead ended up walking right into and almost knocking someone over.

“Watch where you’re going.”

[Vysten Ambre]

Vysten smiled broadly and looped her arm through Sin's. She gripped the cocktail in her other hand and let her eyes run up and down Sin's body. Wow, he's cute and I didn't manage to drive him away yet. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I'll take it!

Looking Sin in the eyes coyly Vysten raised her eyebrows and llifted her head slightly. Answering his request she responded, "I'd love to join you, Mr. Vamel, but I hope I won't be the only one talking. I'd like to know why you laughed at my little biography and I wouldn't mind getting the chance to laugh at yours."

[Nathanial K'cansce]

Yes, yes, that's where we are headed. Go find a table and indulge yourself.

And DON'T make a scene.

*Easier said than done, Nate was sure. Just he wandering into the banquet hall was a sight in itself. A rather disturbing one. He hoped upon all hope that others got to the food before Il did.

Il scuttled off, her plump form making room where ever she went, pushing people aside. Nate glanced around, seeing the different pieces of art in the distance. That was why he was here, after all. He loved art. It was one of his true passions. He wasn't a collector of it, but enjoyed going places to see it. He killed two birds with one stone that way, visiting new lands and viewing wonderful pieces of art.

He smiled tom himself as he slowly made his way to the banquet hall when from out of the blue, someone ran right smack into his back. Nate stumbled forward, surprised, about ready to turn around and beat the guy, only to hear what was said.*

"Watch where you’re going."

I would, sir, had I eyes in the back of my head. I suggest you stay your tongue and watch where you're going...

*Nate turned around, and found himself looking into the eyes of a very familiar person, though somewhat scarred.*

...Vega Van-Derveld.

[Sin Vamel]

Originally posted by Vysten Ambre
Vysten smiled broadly and looped her arm through Sin's. She gripped the cocktail in her other hand and let her eyes run up and down Sin's body. Wow, he's cute and I didn't manage to drive him away yet. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I'll take it!

Looking Sin in the eyes coyly Vysten raised her eyebrows and llifted her head slightly. Answering his request she responded, "I'd love to join you, Mr. Vamel, but I hope I won't be the only one talking. I'd like to know why you laughed at my little biography and I wouldn't mind getting the chance to laugh at yours."

"I wasn't laughing at what you told me. I just found it funny, you see--" As they walked he used his free hand to pull back his dinner jacket revealing a holstered blaster. "--It appears we live similar lives."

He gave Vysten a wink then concealed his weapon once more so that it went unnoticed and he didn't want to give the game away now that he had got past security.

"I've lived on Coruscant my whole life, just me and my older brother. We're orphans, we never knew our parents but according to what little we do know about our roots, we're not originally from this planet. We could be from Corellia too, it wouldn't suprise me, people always said that we have engine fuel for blood. We take each day as it comes and today, we decided to live the high life."

He raised his glass with a smile, then threw back the remaining dregs of his Dorian Quill.

[Vysten Ambre]

Vysten chuckled softly. "Wow, imagine that! Two drity rotten bags of scum meeting in a place like this... Sounds like something you'd only see in the holovids." She then giggled again, out of a mixture of happiness and nervousness. The giggle ended abruptly with a snort. Embarrassed, Vysten dropped her cocktail on the counter and clapped her hand to her mouth. She muttered a muffled apology of "Sorry!" while wishing desperately that she wasn't such a screw up.

[Taro Idol]

My limosine emerges from the tunnel, its black body gleaming in the artificial illumination that cascades down from the lights surrounding the tunnel exit. In the blink of your eye, the vehicle disappears once again into the gloom of the night. As we near Forte Vesal, I can see the peak of the building rising up from behind the other sky-rise casinos, hotels, plaza's and corporate headquarters. But just when you think the building couldn't be any taller, it just keeps on going. Like an excited rancor, only infinitely more charming, I can happily say that Forte Vesal sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of the buildings in the sector; a sore thumb wrapped up in the most elloquent silk-bandage doused in an exotic perfume capable of inducing euphoria in seconds. Its doors were the most welcoming. Its windows the most transparent. Its mirrors the most reflecting. Its staff the most pleasant. Its owner the most entertaining, and ten times as generous as the New Republic. Not that that took a lot of effort these days.

If ever the term 'white elephant' could be applied to a building, Forte Vesal was it.

The limo comes to a rest outside the main entrance to the building. The scene I step out into is akin to a warzone; a barrage of flash photography assaults my sunglasses, the public go 'over the top' to get closer, proving that the barriers were indeed useless, music blasts from an endless number of speakers like some kind of psychological warfare and various GNN speeders hover overhead like some counter-attack should all this fail to defeat me. But its going to take a lot more than this kind of public attention and publicity to pursuade me to trade the anti-force flag for a nice clean white one. I'm here to stay.

The area outside the entrance is slightly over-extravagant for my taste, but Wen never was one to settle for anything less. It's got to be perfect for him no matter what it is. I wouldn't be surprised if he insisted that those luxurious trees were to be trimmed to perfection at least once a week. I shake my head in amusement just thinking about him as I approach the doors. The security guards hold back the savages clawing their way towards me and open the gate. The guy on the door nods politely. I reciprocate through desire rather than politeness. He lets me in with a "Good evening Mr. Idol." so I shake his extended hand and step inside. Ten or so people accompany me, along with Rath and a few other loyal subjects. Its not important if Diego can't make it after all - Xel's already here if anything happens.

Once inside, the doors slam themselves shut behind me just as the orchestra finish their superb rendition of 'Gloria'. Well, at least the ending was superb. The doors close so loudly in the absence of the music that it results in all eyes being cast towards me. I scan them all briefly, trying to spot anybody I might know, including Wen. Then, by either a pleasant coincidence or the impressive nerve of a smart-alec conductor, the orchestra launch into their next piece. First the violins and cello's build up quietly whilst the brass section initiate their declarance of outrage at my arrival. The bass drums eventually kick in as the musicians launch full-throttle into their audio-attack. I knew it was 'Mars, Bringer of War' after the first few seconds. I smile in the direction of the orchestra as I make my way over to the bar to get a drink to carry through to the banquet hall. I hope Wen's saved me a seat.

Of course he has - its me!

[Daiquiri Van-Derveld]

Their lips brushed and they parted...Vega heading upstairs for the food while Daiq remained below perusing the art and what she could see of the security system.

ShadowFaene's security was top of the line and Daiquiri had no doubt that Forte Vesal's was as well. No one in their right mind would invite the mix of people she had seen here tonight - Van-Dervelds included - and not have the best system money could buy.

Vega had asked that she not take too long but the amount of art offered for viewing was vast and it took her longer than she intended. When she finally made her way upstairs and to their table, she saw that he had already finished eating and was now leaning back in his chair, his eyes skipping over the room, lingering here and there on someone he found semi-interesting.

"Im sorry it took so long, Dear. Would you mind waving down that waiter? Im famished! By the way, I found three lovely paintings that would look spectacular back at 'Stadt!"

With his usual gruff manner, Vega waited until the man was within arms length and grabbed him, swinging him about.

"My wife would like something to eat...now."

Daiq had no more gotten settled comfortably in her chair than her gaze fell on Nathaniel, known to her better as 'Snack'. She nudged Vega.

"Do you see who is sitting over there? Shall we pop over and say 'Hello'?"

[Vega Van-Derveld]

Not exactly sure why, Vega had turned straight from Snack to his food. He wasn’t particularly fond of being reminded of his past with the Sith Empire and Snack was a paragon of their existence. It was only when Daiquiri had approached him after he’d eaten, glaring in silence at the man occasionally, that he considered it. If she knew him he didn’t mind enduring a little time with him, for Daiquiri’s benefit.

“If you want to,” he made a sort of small smile and snaked an arm around Daiquiri’s waist as she nodded up at him.

In all his time away from the Empire he’d heard nothing of Snack and now it was time to show him what he had become by leaving the decaying husk before it finally crumbled. He had his castle, he had the woman on his arm, he had his power and he had his reputation, which spread farther than he had previously thought possible.

He felt like being particularly nasty and this showed in his expression as the pleasant smile he had given Daiquiri twisted into a self-important serpentine sneer, directed over at the still lingering and alone Snack.

“Sorry I didn’t say hello earlier…” the two approached the Dark Lord, Vega looming over his match in height as best he could.

“I was busy with more important things. Apparently you know Daiquiri?”

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

"I think we've had quite enough of you drinking on the job."

s'Il scowled, glaring at her partner. Like anything close to what had happened before would happen here. And besides; this was completely different than the other job. "We got out alive, didn't we," she grumbled.

But, she didn't reach for another glass. She'd wait until Arya wasn't looking before snarking herself something... maybe a beer this time.

Heading for the banquet hall, s'Il kept an eye on Arya, waiting for the right moment. No drinking on the job; ha! She'd drunk on plenty of jobs before, and the only one that went sour was the last one, and even then, she was blending in with the crowd. Arya called it peer pressure. s'Il called it having fun. Either way, she was going to have another drink.

Even if I have to find someone to sneak it to me, she thought as she entered the banquet hall.

[Val Torre]

Originally posted by Bette Davis

"Is it just me, or do the violet accents on the tables sort of clash with the red on the walls?" She whispered into Val's ear, giggling slightly at the tastes of the very rich. "Whatever happened to basic black and white for formal dinner parties?"

"Well, black and white is a bit dull, there's nothing like a bit of colour--" He broke off, Bette was staring at him like he had just grown another head. A hint of pink came to his cheeks and he gave a quiet cough. "--But, y'know that's not to say that the violet and red don't clash. I don't know!"

He quickly averted his gaze and they continued walking, mixing in with the crowd as it meandered between tables and chairs. They found a free table and took it forcefully like they were playing a game of Musical Chairs, a couple of women were heard tutting and voicing their disapproval as they walked by.

"We've got three extra chairs, one for Ned - he should be here in a minute and a chair for Tod and his date." He said off-handedly.

"His date?"

"I gotta have faith in him." He smiled and leaned in close. "After all, he is my protegé when it comes to charming the ladies."

[Sin Vamel]

Originally posted by Vysten Ambre
The giggle ended abruptly with a snort. Embarrassed, Vysten dropped her cocktail on the counter and clapped her hand to her mouth. She muttered a muffled apology of "Sorry!" while wishing desperately that she wasn't such a screw up.

"Yeah, so you should be sorry." Said Sin with a frown, he looked away in disgust for a moment. Then repressing a smile turned back. "I may be a scumbag; but dirty? Rotten? C'mon, I'm not that bad, I must've had a shower, what--"

He sniffed his armpit then gave a look of total innocence. "--Easily a couple of weeks ago!"

He couldn't help but start laughing as Vysten's facial expression changed as his joke dawned on her, he had noticed the little snort in her laughter and how much it had embarrassed her but it had only endeared her more to him.

[Vysten Ambre]

When Sin looked away with disgust Vysten once again felt like a failure. A kind of stinging seemed to stab her in the chest and she lowered her eyes to her lap.

After a few moments he spoke again about taking a shower weeks ago and relief flooded through Vysten. She opened her mouth in a hearty laugh and playfully hit Sin on the arm.

"I can't believe you!" she said flirtaciously. "I bet you have my no bathing record beaten! You have some nerve, mister." She swiveled her head to see if anybody was watching, and then leaned so close to Sin that their noses almost touched.

"The next time neither of us bathes for a while, you can bet we're having a stink-off," she whispered. "I know I could go longer than you."

[Tod Marr]

With his drink in one hand and an unopened bottle in the other, Tod walked up beside the pretty lady in the white dress, her friend in the black dress not too far away. He hit the bottle against a nearby table, causing the bottle cap to fly off. Only the tiniest of tiny amounts of booze splashed out. Luckily it never went on either of them.

"How does a pretty lady like you end up in a place like this with no drink and no date!?"

He smiled, still holding the bottle out to her. His eyes trailed across from her eyes, over her shoulder, and refocused on Val who was sitting up very tall to see over the tables and people to where Tpd was standing. His trademark cheeky grin emerged and he returned his gaze to s'Ilancy.

[Kelt Simoson]

Kelt, who had been drawn back to the artwork, suddenly looked back to the woman. The Jedi Knight was not used to advances, in fact this was the first time a female had ever wanted to have dinner with him, or have his company.

Today, unfortunetly for him, would be no diffrent.

' Uhm, Actually ma'am i was planning on eating with a few of my Jedi collegues. Imi here to watch over the guests while i attend, to make a Jedi preasence. So i would doubt you would have any fun with me, though you are free to join us for dinner of you like? ' Kelt smiled broadly though in actually fact he felt slightly uncomfitable, he always did in situations like these.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Originally posted by s'Ilancy
Either way, she was going to have another drink.

Even if I have to find someone to sneak it to me, she thought as she entered the banquet hall.

Arya trailed a little bit behind her partner, and there was swell in the music as the small orchestra finished their piece. In the brief amount of silence, the doors slammed. She turned to see behind her, and saw Taro Idol walking forward in all of his splendor. Nine or so people flanked him, but none stepped in front of him as the avowed Force hater moved towards the bar for a before dinner drink.

The smuggler pulled her holocam up from where it dangled on her shoulder, and zoomed in on Idol, snapping off a few holos. Then she turned back to s'Ilancy, and found her with her hand wrapped around a beer bottle, deep in conversation with a well dressed young man. He was sort of good looking, if you didn't mind big teeth. She walked right by them, giving s'Il a sideways glance to let her know she was seen. It was also so Lok would know where Arya was going.

As she walked, Arya fiddled a bit with the holocam. It wasn't any ordinary holocam, having been extensively modded inside to conceal a holdout blaster. Just in case. It didn't take holos, although the buttons and lights on the outside made it look like it did. Not a bad piece of work.

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

s'Il had accepted the bottle with a smile, still a little surprised that a perfect stranger would approach her and offer her a drink first thing. A part of her thought it would be fun to have a little... indulgence tonight, but the other part knew there was work to be done. Of course, if she could pull things just right, she just might be able to have both. It'd be interesting to try and do, at the very least. That, and it'd be fun to show Arya that 'work' and 'play' could go hand in hand.

"How does a pretty lady like you end up in a place like this with no drink and no date!?"

She blinked, at first a little taken aback, but without missing a beat, she shrugged. "Simple, really," she fairly purred, giving Arya a 'look' as she passed by, "I was between drinks, and I happened to come alone tonight."

[Dasquian Belargic]

Originally posted by Kelt Simoson
' Uhm, Actually ma'am i was planning on eating with a few of my Jedi collegues. Imi here to watch over the guests while i attend, to make a Jedi preasence. So i would doubt you would have any fun with me, though you are free to join us for dinner of you like? ' Kelt smiled broadly though in actually fact he felt slightly uncomfitable, he always did in situations like these.

Having spotted his friend and fellow Jedi Knight, Kelt, Dasquian approached and motioned for Jacali to follow. He arched an eyebrow as he noticed that Kelt was speaking with a woman looking somewhat flustered. A little smile appeared on his lips as he and his apprentice stepped up beside their colleague. He bowed his head lightly in greeting.

“Good evening. We were about to head up to get something to eat. Are you and your friend going to be joining us, Kelt?”

[imported_Jacali Danner]

Jacali remained by Dasquian's side. She smiled and bowed a greeting towards Kelt, but kept silent.

[Ilyarna]

Noticing the sudden lift in energy of those in the room about her, Ilyarna paused from ladening her plate with custard-puffs to search the room source of the exicitement.

Pushing sticky creme-coated digits one after the other into her mouth, she stood on tippy toe and craned her neck in the direction of the flashing lights and flurry of swarming admirers of Taro Idol.

Spurred to action, the former dancer bustled her way back to Nathanial, her plate in hand, and announced exitedly to him,

"I think a movie star is here! A real one!"

Realising a little too late that Nate had been in conversation with a lovely blonde lady, whom she thought was familiar, and a very mean looking man, Ilyarna shrank back behind her Master.

In a gesture of good-will and the spirit of apology, she thrust forward a beefy arm and held out her plate in offer.

"Anyone want a puff?"

[Quay'Na Rakai]

Padawan learner Quay'Na Rakai and her friend, Mylia Basque entered the establishment.

"Wow, look at all the art!" Quay'Na said as she looked about. "I've never been to a place quite like this. I hope you can explain some of these peices."

[Lady Mylia]

Mylia looked around in awe. The art hanging on the walls were beautiful. "Wow..." She mumbled. She then looked to Quay. "Thanks for having me along. Once I found out Jacali and Dasqian were going to be here, I just had to come myself." She smiled in thanks to her friend.

[Quay'Na Rakai]

"Good, let's see if we can find them." Quay'Na replied as she and her friend began walking through the crowded room, gaining drinks as they went.

[Salem Ave]

Another guest had arrived and suffice to say he was not getting a warm welcome. Salem Ave had turned down an offer of anything to eat but had accepted a complimentary drink, which he held awkwardly between his two largest claws, trying not to shatter the flute accidently. He shifted under the incredously gaze of the crowd and brushed one cloven hand back through his lank dark hair. This was not his scene, and he was neither welcomed nor wanted here, but he had felt something of a calling to the place. In the past these feelings had served him well, so he would sit out the night for a while. After all, he could resort to hiding in the high ceiling if the limelight got a little too much. That might be all too soon, considering his stillness had attracted one woman who believed him to be some grotesque sculpture, and jumped with a start when he moved his head to look at her.

[Electra Wylde]

Originally posted by Dasquian Belargic

“Good evening. We were about to head up to get something to eat. Are you and your friend going to be joining us, Kelt?”

Siezing the opportunity, Electra swiftly moved to Kelt's side and slipped her arm through his with a bright smile showing off her dazzling teeth. It was clear the Jedi was nervous and had little interest in women but that didn't bother the young red-head, in fact his resistance was quite a turn on.

"I'd be honoured to be in the company of Jedi this evening. In fact, Kelt here had just offered the pleasure of his company for the evening's meal." She gave his arm a gentle squeeze and her eye caught the sight of the lady in Dasquian's company. Her eye's narrowed and she stared at her feet and made her wicked way up to her face. She scowled and turned back to the fair-haired Jedi with a sweet smile.

"So onto the banquet hall then?"

[Sin Vamel]

Originally posted by Vysten Ambre

"The next time neither of us bathes for a while, you can bet we're having a stink-off," she whispered. "I know I could go longer than you."

"Go longer then me, huh?" He was wearing a contemplative look which then twisted into a look of confusion. "Hang on, what are we talking about now?"

He couldn't keep a straight face and gave Vysten a wink noticing the pink her cheeks. Sin was beaming as he stepped into the banquet hall, having such an attractive lady on his arm was a real confidence booster and he'd need plenty of confidence for the night ahead.

"Hey Vysten, do you mind if I just run to the bathroom?"

[Vysten Ambre]

Vsten scowled. "No! It's not ok. You have to wet your pants. I want you all to myself." She then raised her eyebrows and looked hard into Sin's eyes and clutched his arm. Laughing, she let go of Sin. "Oh I don't care! People hafta pee right?"

[Lady Mylia]

Mylia nodded as she took her drink. "Yeah, let's go look." She looked at the art on the walls as she passed by, in awe of the beautiful art.

[Sin Vamel]

"Thanks." Sin replied, smiling. "It would be in your best interests to let me go anyway, unless you wanted a paddling pool, that is."

Once inside the bathroom and away from the party, Sin took refuge in an unoccupied cubicle but not before making sure that those to either side of him were empty. He pulled a comlink from the pocket inside his jacket, he pressed a button and whispered.

"Ewok Commander to Wookiee General. Come in, Wookiee General."

"Wookiee General here, go ahead, Ewok Commander."

"The Jawas are in place and the other Ewoks will be ready in five minutes."

"Good work. Anything else?"

"Well, I've met this girl at the party and I have a feeling that she would be interested in joining the party, sir."

"You mean you like her, Ewok Commander?"

"Well, yeah, but it's not only that-- she's one of us."

"Alright, but if she fails to join the party I want to see a nice smoking hole in her head when I arrive. Got it?"

"Loud and clear, sir. Ewok Commander out."

Sin tucked away the comlink and slumped down against the cubicle wall with a sigh. He decided he'd enjoy a cigarra before going back and hoped that Vysten might find them a table while he's gone.

[Bette Davis]

Originally posted by Val Torre

"I gotta have faith in him." He smiled and leaned in close. "After all, he is my protegé when it comes to charming the ladies."

She laughed at that. "Then I suppose there's no help for him." Val protested, and she smothered his words with a kiss. He subsided, and Bette looked at the expensive table settings. "By the Core, I think you could feed a million refugees with what this dinner party cost."

The pilot looked up, searching for Stark, but instead saw Taro Idol entering the dining area. "Ooh, look Val, its that guy."

"What guy?" Val looked around, to no avail.

"You're looking in the wrong direction. No...to your three o'clock. Geez, remind me to get a new wingman. See? Him! Whatshisname." Bette sipped her chamgange, and wished for another beer.

[Vysten Ambre]

Vysten wandered through the crowded dining area, occasionally pushing and elbowing a few choice people. "Uh, 'scuse me, pardon me," she muttered, not really caring whether or not she sounded sincere.

Finally finding an empty table, Vysten sat down and tapped a meaningless rhythm with her fingertips and waited for Sin.

[Tod Marr]

Tod smiled as s'Ilancy finished.

"Well then, its a good thing I stopped by when I did."

He took another swig of his drink, then offered her his hand.

"I'm Tod Marr, Commandante of the Balmorran Navy. Its a pleasure to meet you."

[Kelt Simoson]

At this point Kelt nearly rolled his eyes, clearly she was not getting the picture. He was not interested in women of any description, red-head or not.

He was feeling very uncomfitable.

' Uhm, y..yes yes.' He smiled towards Dasquian, surely the blonde Knight could tell.

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

... Commandante of the Balmorran Navy...

For a moment she froze... Balmorran Navy... it had to be a coincidence, nothing more. For a brief second she considered excusing herself, but decided not to, and snapping herself from her initial shock, s'Il took his hand, flashing Marr a grin. "A Commandante," she said smoothly, "Impressive."

"I'm Lok." No last name, just her first. She didn't know how well known sh'd been while living on Balmorra, so she kept her last name to herself. "... and it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Marr.

"How's Balmorra? I haven't been there in a while."

Looks a little hyper to be a commandante to me, she thought idly

[Dasquian Belargic]

Dasquian wore an outward smile, but it was the type of smile that didn't show emotion so much as it hid it.

"Yes, let's," he agreed, casting Kelt a sideward conspiratorial glance. He could feel his friends illeasy and couldn't help but smile at it (simply because this was how he he always was around women, and even his persona-changing trip couldn't alter this).

Beginning to make his way, following the motion of the crowd, towards the banquet, Dasquian caught sight of two familiar faces peering about admist the crowd.

Mylia - over here.

[Lady Mylia]

Mylia "heard" her Master; she looked up and instantly saw him. She smiled and waved to him. She looked to Quay'Na, pointed at Dasquian and made her way over to him. She was happy they they found Dasquian. As they made their way up to her Master, she bowed. "Hello, Dasquian. How are you, today?"

[Quay'Na Rakai]

"Master Dasquian, pleasure to see you." Quay'Na smiled with a courteous bow. "Jacali, good to see you as well."

[Sin Vamel]

Sin approached the table at which Vysten sat, he gently ran his finger through her hair as he passed behind and plonked himself down in front of her with a weighty sigh. "Ah, I could've refuelled a freighter back there."

He smiled and caught Vysten's eye, there was a fire in her eyes, untamed and exciting, he wanted her to join him and his friends tonight. He didn't want her to be hurt.

"Shall we grab some grub before the big speech?"

[Val Torre]

Originally posted by Bette Davis

"You're looking in the wrong direction. No...to your three o'clock. Geez, remind me to get a new wingman. See? Him! Whatshisname."

"That's that Idol guy. Force hater, um-- Taro!" Val twisted around in his seat a little further despite his spine's protest. "You gotta admit, he has a presence about him. Look at all of those with him, it's like he's royalty or something."

"And it looks like our host has taken to him too." Noted Bette as Wen Vesal had sauntered over to Taro and took his hand spiritedly. "Looks like they're friends."

"Wouldn't suprise me." Val turned his back on the two media whores with a shake of his head and caught Bette wincing at the champagne. He smirked, then stood. "C'mon, let's run back down to the bar and grab another beer before Wen gets started. See if we can find old Starky while we're at it."

[Electra Wylde]

Two more women. Electra scowled at the pair of new arrivals while the gentlemen had their eyes away from her.

Two more Jedi. This is going too far.

"Yes well, nice to meet you and all that." She smiled, regaining her composure. She tugged gently at Kelt's arm.

"Well then, let's not dawdle - I'm famished!"

[Vysten Ambre]

Vysten felt a swell of happiness when she felt Sin's touch in her red hair. She smiled to herself and quickly wiped the goofiness off her face when he came to sit next to her.

When she asked if she wanted food Vysten rubbed her hands together with overexaggerated eagerness. "Ooh yes! I'm starving... literally. I haven't eaten in about four days. I could eat anything, so what do I do? Just close my eyes and point at the menu?"

[Wen Vesal]

"Taro! Taro! Taro!" Boomed Wen, shaking his notorious friend's hand with vigour. The pair then made their way further into the banquet hall, Wen draping his arm over Taro's shoulders having had his fair share of champagne already.

"It's an absolute delight to see you. An absolute pleasure!" He stopped suddenly and faced the tall Force-hater, grasping his arms in vice-like hands. He shook him gently with a look dead seriousness about him. "Well, how have you been?"

Then resuming course theatrically, Wen went about telling Taro about all that he had heard in the news and how little he had heard from his friend, personally, during all the outrageous news coverage. "I've been so concerned, I could've died! How is business going?"

[Terrorists]

"How many more to go?" Grunted a a tall man with bleached-white hair. He was wearing a security gaurds uniform and addressed a doorman who was staring at the calming riot of news crews outside.

"I'd give it another five minutes then we'll have to lock the doors. There's fashionably late and then there's just ridiculously late." He replied quietly, not looking at his colleague who appeared to be a security gaurd for the evening.

"Besides, I'm starving." Added another doorman, rubbing his stomach and thus creasing his white shirt.

"Never mind that!" Blurted the security gaurd, giving the doorman a smack across the back of his head. "We've got a job to do tonight so concentrate. Where's Bolo?"

"He's working with Neela behind the bar. Took her ages to teach him how to serve cocktails. They were practising all last week." Laughed the first security gaurd, who was bald but equally as tall and well built as the security gaurd.

"Doesn't matter now, they're almost all in the banquet hall. Pass the message on. Five minutes."

[imported_Jacali Danner]

Originally posted by Quay'Na Rakai
"Master Dasquian, pleasure to see you." Quay'Na smiled with a courteous bow. "Jacali, good to see you as well."


"It's good to see you as well, Quay." Jacali smiled as she spoke. "We were just getting ready to go eat, I hope you're hungry."

[Lady Mylia]

Mylia nodded to Jacali with a smile. "Hey, Jacali. How are you?"

[Taro Idol]

I've known Wen Vesal for longer than I can remember. And once you've met a person like Wen or myself, its very hard to forget us. Wen's larger than life, but in a different sort of way to me. He's the kind of guy you want to remember whereas I'm the kind of guy you can't forget no matter how hard you try. One thing thats true for both of us right now is that when you want us we go away and when you hate us we always seem to last. But its hard to hate someone like Wen. He's very charming and generous, and always in such a good mood. At the same time, when people get to know me all the hate seems to disappear. I have an uncanny ability to leave you numb and blow your mind. But thats jumping ahead a little too far.

"Business is good."

I love that word. Business. It's such a formal way to describe what it is I do.

"The fanbase is constantly growing. I even heard there's a couple of delegates in the senate, who shall remain nameless, that support my cause. Its such a shame they're not needed. But enough about me, what about you? You're looking well. And I must say, I love what you've done to the place. How much did the refurbishments cost?"

Blah blah blah. Yadda yadda yadda. I won't bore you with the details of the rest of my conversation. Even I felt a yawn or two coming on whilst he spoke. Don't get me wrong, Wen's great. He just drones on at times about some of the most boring things you could imagine. And he's one hell of a gossip queen! During our starters he constantly rabbits down my ear about everything here from the cutlery to the glasses to the vases to the damn table cloth and carpet! I restrain myself from reaching for my fork and jamming it in his eye and instead take a sip of wine and smile as he goes to continue. In fact, before he has a chance to....

"I think now would be a good time for your speech - don't you think?"

[Tod Marr]

"Believe me Lok, you don't wanna go there right now. It's hectic. There's all kinds of talks about going out to the Hapes Cluster. The whole things split down the middle. Half the fleet gives the green light while the other half's on red."

Tod began to think up as much as he could to impress Lok. But at the same time he didn't want to say anything that, if true, would almost certainly find itself on the news.

I'm supposed to give my decision next week whether or not the 3rd, 4th and 5th Divisions are in or out. But I don't really like to mix business with pleasure so lets change the subject..."

He looked over at Val and Bette's table. There were two free seats next to each other. He'd invite her to join them in a minute or two.

"...so where are you from? I'm assuming not Balmorra?"

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Mili made her way down a set of stairs to the marble-like Mortaniuss.

"Milivikal." She offered her hand to the man? in a neutral fashion, so he could easily shake or kiss it. On never knew these days.

The Siren smiled, a cautious, curious smile. He was even more impressive close up, yet also errie. Her calling him pale would not have been the pot calling the kettle black. He looked paper-sheet white, and, from all indicators, there was no makeup or bodypaint.

It was odd.

[Sin Vamel]

Originally posted by Vysten Ambre
"Ooh yes! I'm starving... literally. I haven't eaten in about four days. I could eat anything, so what do I do? Just close my eyes and point at the menu?"

"That's what I'm thinking of doing." Sin answered, laughing. "I've no idea what all this means - too posh for me!"

He dragged his chair around the table, it groaned and creaked as it scraped across the polished floor, heads shook but Sin was oblivious to the crowds dissaproval. Now he was sat next to Vysten. He held up the menu with one hand and put one arm around her shoulders and covered her eyes with the other hand.

"I want you to pick what I'm going to have to eat." He instructed, wearing a big grin. "And then I'll do the same for you. Just point."

[Vysten Ambre]

Vysten smirked good naturedly. "Er, ok," she said as she reached a hand outward. She then curled her fingers into a fist and let the index finger point. She lowered her hand and stabbed the menu with her finger.

"That," she said still smirking, "is what you're having."

[Niklos Thorson (Oddball)]

"Pish, no food on the table. Lucky I brought some of my own" Said Oddball, reaching into his pocket. Picking out a small red ball, he tossed it in the air, catching it expertly in his mouth.

"Mr Odd-"

"Jack. Tonight, my name is Jack, Jack Bonney" he said, interrupting the only other man on the table, a dignified looking man nearing old age by the name of Ram Kalek.

"Mr Bonney, will you please try to not make a scene? I didn't hire you to be my personal clown. I paid top credit for you to be here to protect me." continued Kalek, clearly not amused at Oddball.

Only half listening, the mercenary rubbed his face, checking everything was still in place. This was only the third time he had used Reestum, liquid skin, and he still wasn't one hundred percent certain of it. It worked by applying a thin lair of the substand over your face, before holding a custom made mask to your face. In moments, you have a new face. Add a new hairstyle and a faked accent, and Niklos hoped he would be completely unrecognisable.

"Calm down Ram, noone is looking." he replied as he straighteneed up his suit. Black and stylish, he fit in perfectly with the crowds. Well, barring the small pistol in the sole of his shoe, but he doubted he would need that.

"Well, how is security? What about on table....that one?" continued Ram, clearly nervous about something. Why bother hiring someone to kill him? Shouting "He's behind you!" would probably finish this guy mused Niklos as he looked at the table his employer was pointing at.

"Oh yes, definately the woman in the red dress."

"You think she is a security risk? Is she armed?"

"I can't see where she could keep a weapon in that dress. Much as I'd like to look." replied Niklos, resting his chin on his hand in a mock daydream.

"You are here to protect me, not to stare!" came Ram's quiet but sharp reply.

"And I shall protect you! In fact, just in case she is in fact an evil murderous psycho killer, I shall keep a close eye on her." said the Mercenary, smiling as he heard Ram sigh deeply.

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

"Oh no, Mr. Marr," s'Il answered, "I'm not from Balmorra. I've visited, but I can't say I've called it my home."

Giving Marr a grin, she reached up and idly brushed an errant strand of hair from her eyes. Things were going well, but she'd lost sight of Arya, and for a moment she wondered where her partner had gone - no matter. They'd hook up soon enough. The Lupine would allow herself another ten minutes before excusing herself from Marr's company.

And then the heist would begin.

[Commander Zemil Vymes]

I'd stared at the invitation for a week, noncommittant.

It had taken half the Watch on my case for me to take the time to accept it. Something on the behalf of Coruscant's civil servants, or such Public Relations nonsense. All I knew is that these kinds of engagements were not my strong suit. I owned two suits, and one was a decade out of style. Still, I begrudgingly made arrangements to attend. Brielle and Nobbei assured me that they had everything under control, and Sergeant Burckharf...well....she was another force of nature entirely. With a lull in current events, I could shift the menial tasks to the back burner, and at least appear to have a good time.

I checked in with the doorman, who took my invitation.

"Welcome to the Forte Vesal, Commander Vymes."

I tried to emulate the ingratiating smile/sneer of the doorman, with mixed results, as I shook his limp hand.

"Thanks."

I parted company with him, and made my way into the expansive building. Seemingly on queue, waiters, attendants, and other high-society lackeys buzzed around me like a swarm of bees.

"No, no cognac. No wine. No...sorry, don't drink. No....wait...are those Ithorian cigars? One...er...make it two."

Tucking one away in my lapel pocket, I lit up the other, taking my time in enjoying the six inch smoke.

"Heh....nice place."

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Sasseeri saw Commander Vymes enter the expansive dining hall from her seat across the room, and unconsciously rubbed her forehead with a slim hand.

Kal Olorin leaned close, "Something wrong?"

"Oh, no. Just ourrr ljittle frrrjiend jin the Watch has shown up, unfashjionably late." And wearing a horrible tie. If he wasn't such a bad dresser, she would have tried harder to get him into bed. Maybe he did it on purpose. Sasseeri got the attention of a server, and ordered an eyeblaster, "Fjizzed."

The evening would be interesting. Maybe he'd come over and try to interrogate her again. She smoothed her hair back, waiting for the inevitable speech from her affable and gracious host. No one knew how to talk like Vesal. He enjoyed it so much no one had the heart to make him shut up.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Originally posted by s'Ilancy
Things were going well, but she'd lost sight of Arya, and for a moment she wondered where her partner had gone - no matter. They'd hook up soon enough. The Lupine would allow herself another ten minutes before excusing herself from Marr's company.

And then the heist would begin.

Arya wasn't far away, keeping an eye on the blonde in the white dress without seeming to. She heard a young sounding voice and instinctively looked around for a short redhead, and then stopped herself. Red had been returned to her parents. Or, step-parents.

There wasn't much time left. The speech was coming up soon, she saw their host walking away from Taro Idol and towards his assistant for his speech notes. Make it long...we need all the time you can give us. Fortunately for the art thieves, long speeches were Vesal's forte.

[Bette Davis]

Originally posted by Val Torre
"Wouldn't suprise me." Val turned his back on the two media whores with a shake of his head and caught Bette wincing at the champagne. He smirked, then stood. "C'mon, let's run back down to the bar and grab another beer before Wen gets started. See if we can find old Starky while we're at it."

"Beeeeer." Bette drawled enthusiastically, allowing Val to help her back out of her seat. They started walking against the flow of people, trying to get back to the bar. Bette winked at Tod as they passed him and the blonde, and began looking for Stark.

"I don't see the old guy anywhere, Torre." She linked her arm through Val's, and let him push his way through the few people who hadn't seated themselves yet.

[Rygal Croft]

' I'm gonna' do it...' Rygal said looking out the speeder window towards the sky scraper. ' I can do it, hell, with all the activity downstairs no one would notice!'

The man next to him turned his head also to view the building and sighed, Rygal was such a risk taker, such an idiot sometimes, but he had balls. Balls in this game was the main tool to a thief, if you had balls you had the nerve, if you had the nerve you had what you needed. At least in Rygals case.

' If you think you can do it Rygal, you go dude, but i would steer well clear mate, noway. Look at the number of guests, Jedi are there for frells sake!.'

' Mattius, if i got nothin' i got nothin' to loose mate...Besides, they wont catch me...trust me.' Rygal just then pulled a handle and the door opened and he exited the car.

Rygal tonight was dressed in a clean white suit with a black shirt and white tie. Didn't suit him of course but he melded into the crowed pretty good. Through contacts and the like he had somehow managed to obtain a ticket, could be a fake, who cares? It was passable.

Rygal checked it just in case.

My Theo- MR WHAT?!, Mr Theodoperloperdas? He couldn't belive it...hell he could not even say it. How was he gonna live this thing out if he was stopped at saying his alias's name...CRAP! he shook his head silently, a lopsided strait grin cam across his lips.

He stuffed the ticket down into his pocket, this night was going to be a hell of alot harder than he thought...

[Aejin Rahn]

Aejin was ignored for the most part by the holocrews, who were more intent upon focusing on the celebrities. He recognized some of them, but they really didn't make him feel awed in anyway that he had to freak out over them, like some people did. He was one of the few Jedi's who had accepted the invitations that had been sent to the order, he had mainly done so per his Master's suggestion that he should get out more.

So he had accepted, and had since gone to buy a black suit. It fit him rather well, or so the person who had fitted him had said. The person who did so was a rather attractive woman, and the Padawan had tried not to stare at her during the whole ordeal.

His lightsaber was at his hip, though his suit jacket went near his knee's, so it was covered up. Though, he thought absolutlely nothing wrong in having it, what if something happened? The Padawan smiled to the security guards, who obviously weren't having a fun time. He showed them his security pass, and he was let in. Now, it was obvious he was one of the last entering the large building, but then again, he wasn't late.

On time? Yes, Aejin nodded to himself, bringing a hand up to rub the top of his head a moment before he moved slowly inwards, trying to see if he recognized anyone- and of course he didn't. But that was ok, he was here to socialize, perhaps meet new people, and of course, uphold the Jedi code..

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*The two looked each other in the eyes, Vega certainly recognizing Nathan as Snack.


And then he just turned and walked the other way. Nate had never known Vega to do anything like that. It was probably for the best, though, since he felt no kind-heartedness from the other. Vega had probably wanted to save fights for later and not get entangled in one here. Smart.

Nate just smirked to himself and made his way to another table. He sat himself down and glanced about. Most everyone that made it to the party were now filing in the main dining area, controlling their hunger and waiting for the most anticipated speech.

He didn't have much time to look around, for Vega crept up to Nate's table, and in tow a girl of very pretty stature. ...Diaquiri? He didn't know those two had hooked up. He stood up, equal height as the normally tall Sith Lord. Nodding his head, Nate replied.*

Our paths crossed a few times in the past. And don't worry about. We've all been busy.

*He glanced to Diaq as Il made her way back to her Master's table and smirked.*

Though, busy with different things. Care to join us?

[Sin Vamel]

Originally posted by Vysten Ambre

"That," she said still smirking, "is what you're having."

"Sliced bantha filet with a blue cheese soufflé and wine green peppercorn sauce. That sounds pretty damn good." He reluctantly took his hand away from her eyes, he liked feeling her eyelashes bat against his palm, he gave her a suspicious look. "You've done this before."

He suddenly looked down at his jacket pocket, it was clearly vibrating.

"Wow, my heart's really racing." He slipped the pager from the pocket and examined the small ticker message scrolling across. He cleared his throat and put the pager away then leaned in close to Vysten.

"Look Vysten, there's something I need to tell you." He began rather awkwardly, he hushed his voice further. "In about a minute from now somethings going to happen and I don't want you to worry-- heh, well actually it's pretty serious."

He saw Vysten was staring at him like he had two heads.

"Okay, don't panic but there are about eighty terrorists with us in this building and they are about to take everyone here hostage. Tonight, I am one of those terrorists and I want you to join me."

[Val Torre]

Val slumped against the bar, leaning against it while he ordered two beers then glancing sideways, gave Bette a gentle poke in the side. She shot up and gave Val a viscious look, she always hated it when people poked her.

"Hey, you know if things get too dull around here we could always ditch this place and hit some of the more lively places in Coruscant."

Their drinks arrived and as the bartender placed their bottled ale on the counter, Val notced a pair of blasters holstered at his sides beneath his jacket. His eyes went wide and quickly regaining his composure he paid the man and quickly turned around. He handed Bette her drink and leaned close and whispered.

"Did you see that?"

[Terrorists]

"See what?" Grunted a deep voice from behind Val who turned to face the eaves-dropper. There was a crack and Val's head reeled back, his body followed and unconciouss, he collapsed beside Bette who was now facing one of the large doormen who was unelegantly wielding an upturned blaster rifle. He smiled, a gaping hole where he'd lost two of his teeth.

"Ello!"

Before the woman could scream a hand wrapped itself around her mouth and a massive arm around her waist. The man in front raised the butt of his weapon again.

"Don't make me break that pretty face of yours, my love."

[Bette Davis]

Bette's eyes went wide over the top of the burly man's hand. Oh...no you didn't. She could feel Val's body leaning against her feet from where he'd fallen on the floor. Beyond the bar, down in the dining hall, festivities continued. No one seemed to have noticed anything.

There were a few seconds of silence, as Shooter considered her odds. Condensation dripped down the sides of the bottles on the bartop beside her. The terrorist in front of her grunted, "Good girl." He lowered the rifle, and gave Val's body a kick.

And then her body went into action, bypassing the logic centers of her brain completely.

Bette forced her mouth open and bit down hard on the burly man's hand, right between his thumb and index finger. His body winced as she simultaeneously stomped on his ankle with her spiky heeled shoe. The guy behind her swore, moving his hands to get a better grip on her, but she twisted and dropped straight out of his hands to the ground.

Once there she kicked his knees out from under him.

[Terrorists]

Click.

"Now, now, poppet. Let's not get all excited." She looked up into the black maw of the blaster rifle barrel. The hefty doorman looked intent on using the other end of his weapon this time. He didn't take his eyes from her and took malicious delight in pressing his heavy foot down on her fingers.

"Get up, you dog, take her into the back with Kase. Move!"

The hand went around her mouth again and the arm around her waist. She heard the voice of the man behind her for the first time, it was squeaky and snivelling.

"Kase, help me drag this one into the kitchen before anymore guests arrive. Get your shooter out and take over from Bolo."

[Vysten Ambre]

Vysten grinned widely, exposing every one of her teeth. "I'd love to. Besides, I bet you look pretty hot armed."

She then casually looked at the menu as if they were talking about nothing more than the weather outside.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

“Alright. There doesn’t seem to be much in the way of entertainment around here,”

Vega’s eyes drifted quite obviously to Snack’s rotund companion as he spoke.

“But I’m sure you two will solve that problem.”

[Daiquiri Van-Derveld]

Daiquiri turned her head, hiding her grin at Vega's words behind his back. A swift and hideous image of Snack and Ilyarna sprang to mind and she had no doubt that Snack would find her laughter offensive. Besides, he was a co-worker now and she needed to keep the peace between them.

"I think thats our food theyre arriving with, love. Snack, excuse us, please."

[Terrorists]

The hall was bustling with activity as people chattered and glasses clattered. Wen Vesal was half standing, half sitting whilst looking over across from Taro Idol towards another man who seemed well-groomed and slightly camp. A large percentage of the guests were looking his way. Perfect timing.

("Okay, get ready. I'm coming in.")

"Gotcha. Unit five out!"

The terrorist deactivated the comlink whilst looking up at the man and woman with him in the stairwell.

"He's comin' in. I feel safer already! Lets do it! Thirty seconds..."