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A Brief Reprieve on Imperial Center
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Tuesday, 28 Jul 2015, 11:31 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The former senator smiled, offering a brief and charming smile as the holo cameras flashed for what seemed like an eternity. She wasn't used to it, certainly, but her date to the charity event certainly was. Mao Winters was a holo star, and a big one at that, starring mostly opposite Ana Stark in all of those overly cliché pro-imperial, anti-rebel films. He was arrogant and stubborn, but handsome, so she had accepted his invitation in the hopes that the man wasn't sheerly what he was portrayed as in the tabloids. Boy, had they ever been right about a person.
But he was strictly and unwaveringly Pro-Imperial, which would look good for Chandrila, without a shadow of a doubt. Because of that, Ilanah had accepted his date proposal. It was, after all, just a date. She would have been remiss if she hadn't accepted for other reasons. The number one reason being that there was little doubt in her mind that a certain Inquisitor would see, since she was sure that he was here on Imperial Center. Though whether he cared or not was yet to be seen.
It might have been petty of her to want to make him jealous, if it was possible, after his admission the first time that they met, at her home on Chandrila. Truthfully, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since he had left, which was not necessarily a good thing…for either of them..
“Lana, baby, where did you go?” Mao asked, snaking an arm around her waist and curling his manicured fingers into the gold fabric at her hip as he pulled her a little closer for another photo. Of course, she thought as she snapped out of her daydream, the charity event. Of course, charity events on Imperial Center were rarely more than a hubbub of celebrities, pretending to care about this cause of another. For Ilanah, it was just an excuse to be on the planet, without having to come up with another reason.
She shook her head, smiling as she spoke. “Please....don't ever call me that again, alright?” Ilanah hated the nickname, especially out of him, someone she barely knew. No matter how handsome he was, Lana was not a name he could use for her, nor was she his baby. “Okay? Want to go inside?” She asked, playing nice, for now.
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| Admiral_Blackwood | Date: Wednesday, 29 Jul 2015, 3:43 AM | Message # 2 |
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| As the date had crawled forward, he had nearly missed it; if it weren't for his Lieutenant, he could have easily missed the event. As much as he hated such functions, he still had an old promise to keep. There was also the simple fact that the Blackwoods had been well known for their service and loyalty to the Navy, as well as their charitable hearts and wallets. This was another simple charity, though the date had fallen upon something more close to his heart. With a heavy sigh the elderly Admiral pulled himself out of the speeder as it pulled up to the curb. A small group of Stormtroopers slipped out of their own speeders before moving towards the Admiral to escort him inside.
He wasn't for the pomp and splendor of such events, and thus he made no action to stop for pictures. Though the sight of the well renowned Mao Winters did draw his attention for a moment. Letting out a disgusted sigh, he held back his true thoughts on the man that he saw as a pompous over actor. His attention however was quickly pulled towards the young woman that he had attached himself upon, and clearly had her own disgust with the situation she found herself.
The elderly Admiral made his way towards the entrance hall to the event, his best dress uniform worn, though not a single medal, or sign of his heroics or campaigns was upon his chest. It was a matter of pride in knowing what he had done, though he had no need to show it off to the Galaxy. For the most part he figured his presence would be simply over shadowed by the glamorous Senators and Stars that had arrived. Even with his small escort of Stormtroopers that personally saw him into the event hall.
Stepping inside, he moved towards a table, reaching into his pocket. Holding a credit chit, he ran his thumb over it before slipping it into the donation box. Of course then he had to worry about others approaching him for the rest of the night. He had done his part for Charity, and now it was going to be time to slip into the shadows and watch others enjoy their night as he found some enjoyment in his own night. Slipping his hand around a glass, he stepped away from all the glamour and lights, letting the younger generation have their night.
Admiral Blackwood
Commanding officer of the Praetor
Imperial Navy
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| Captain_Lennox | Date: Thursday, 30 Jul 2015, 3:44 PM | Message # 3 |
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| "Are you wearing that?"
Lennox had been standing in front of a mirror, fully-dressed in a fashionable Vjun tunic, and was in the process of buttoning the collar when Violet had asked the question. The answer, obviously, was yes. But Lennox knew better than to think the answer to the question made any difference, nor indeed that it was even a question at all. He knew what Violet wanted, and he also knew that to argue with her was to lose. Still, his pride demanded he say something. "It's bad enough we're spending my leave with these strangers instead of each other," he said, "Can't I at least have two days out of that uniform?"
"It's what people expect to see, Dear," Violet's disembodied voice carried through their apartment from an adjacent room. As usual, what people expected of them was more important than what they wanted for themselves. "I don't know why you can't be proud of that uniform," she added, "I am."
His eyes drifted to his Imperial uniform in the mirror, hanging in the closet behind him. Sometimes he thought that his fiancee wanted to marry that uniform more than she wanted to marry the man who wore it. And increasingly, he was not proud of it. The Empire's treatment of Mon Mothma and Canna Omonda, Moff Seerdon's iron-fisted rule of Chandrila, and now the destruction of Alderaan—all of these things had weighed heavily on his mind in recent days. He'd tried to talk to Violet about them, but she hadn't been interested.
"Besides," Violet said impatiently, "We are spending time with each other, aren't we?"
An hour later, dressed in his full uniform, Clive found himself predictably alone at the party, as Violet had disappeared into the mass of partygoers, only occasionally reappearing to introduce him to some Imperial bureaucrat or other. He made a decent show of it, practicing his smile for acquaintances of Violet and making a donation to whatever charity it was. But for the most part he generally followed the drink tray around the room, helping himself to another Daruvvian champagne as needed and keeping mostly to himself.
Clive W. Lennox
Line Captain, Imperial 18th Heavy Attack Line
Victory II-class Star Destroyer Impavid
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| Vorn_Adasca-Draay | Date: Thursday, 30 Jul 2015, 8:30 PM | Message # 4 |
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| Ilanah Ilyone was not incorrect; such events as this did draw its share of celebrities who cared only for themselves and not the cause of charity, yet pretended to do so. Nonetheless, social events drew all and sundry, and passing up too many events could be the death of one's career, company or family lineage, depending on who one was. Having entered with a small retinue of Arkanian attendants, practically enough to rival the Admiral's stormtrooper escort, and rather conspicuous with a pair of Yaka bodyguards, Vorn Adasca-Draay was one who made no pretense of not caring what the charity was. He'd already made a sizable donation, numbering in the hundreds of thousands of credits, for posterity's sake. Beyond that, he'd come expecting a very, very boring evening. If he was not shunned by certain Imperials for being only near-Human, then he was beset by others seeking to tap into his wealth, or into the BioMechanical corporation, or wanting access to this or that.
Loyalty went only so far, of course, and while Vorn enjoyed his status in Palpatine's New Order, he was not quite satisfied with the role he played. There were positions on the Imperial Ministry he wanted to attain, to rise towards. All the more to fuel his own research, even now being conducted in parts of Coruscant's abandoned cityscape. Once inside, he scattered his flunkies to and fro, commanding them to mingle and listen. Interesting tidbits here and there could never hurt, and Arkanian females, genetically engineered for beauty across the human spectrum, made willing companions towards this male or that. Vorn himself might never need to sleep his way to the top of the food chain, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have others do it for him, for the sake of information.
For now, dressed in red, blue and with a maroon cape, he simply moved through the party.
Vorn Adasca-Draay
Primarch, Arkanian Dominion
Owner, Adasca BioMechanical Corporation
Owner, Telerath Interstellar Banking Initiative
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| Ana_Stark | Date: Monday, 03 Aug 2015, 7:57 PM | Message # 5 |
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| If it was a party, Ana and Alyn Stark were sure to be there, especially if it was a party to support a charity. Not only were they both incredibly successful, but they were also philanthropists, and supported numerous charities. She wore black, with a silver bodice, to match Alyn's black suit. And of course, it was her color of choice for gowns most of the time.
The person she caught a first glimpse of was Mao Winters, of course. He was a sleeze, so she felt, and she felt a little bad for the woman he had latched himself on. It wasn't that she didn't get along with him, she just knew the type of guy he was, and had easily stopped his unwanted advances on a couple of occasions. Of course, she had to stop for holo cameras, being who she was, so she smiled dazzlingly and kept an arm around Alyn.
"I promise, we don't have to stay long, darling." She whispered to him. He would know it was just an appearance, however brief, before they could leave for their vacation.
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Monday, 03 Aug 2015, 11:37 PM | Message # 6 |
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| For the love of the Force, Ilanah could have sworn Mao Winters had at least eight appendages for as many times as she removed an unwanted hand from somewhere on her form. Thankfully though, the handsy actor moved off to socialize with someone or another, and she was given a brief reprieve.
"Champagne, please." She told the bartender. It was only a moment before he handed her a crystal glass with the pale, bubbling liquid inside it. What she really needed, she thought, was a straight whiskey. The champagne would just have to suffice for now.
The former senator dropped gracefully into her seat and watched the people coming and going, as well as dancing and chatting the evening away.
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| Alyn_Stark | Date: Tuesday, 04 Aug 2015, 0:27 AM | Message # 7 |
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| Stark felt more than a little uncomfortable at such events; largely preferring to donate money from afar and spend less time in crowded places and more time in his workshop. Nonetheless, Ana was a vision of loveliness this evening, and her own clothing matched his well. Unfortunately, Stark recognized few people; Mao Winters was one, if only for the fact that he starred opposite Stark's own wife. Sadly, there was little he could do to avoid the holocams as they buzzed around Ana, save for smile and wave as best he could without feeling awkward.
"I know, my love," he replied in the same sort of whisper. "I don't mind, though. This sort of thing gets you a lot of good publicity."
Alyn Stark
Master Technician of Kuat Drive Yards
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| KalThanatos | Date: Thursday, 06 Aug 2015, 9:39 PM | Message # 8 |
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| It had been over two weeks since he had returned to the Imperial Center. Business was as usual, following up on leads and the occasional reporting in he'd have to do. Being back in his normal flow of things eventually got his mind of off the woman, whose live he had saved. It was a relief to him, knowing that there weren't anymore distractions.
It was his first night off in past several days, and he had decided that he would spend it in one of the local entertainment establishments, the Crystal Jewel. It was one of the well known casinos here on the Imperial Center. Even though the odds were always in his favor, he hadn't gone there to gamble. In fact, it wasn't known to many, but they had one of the best selections of rum on the planet. As he sat down, he waved to the bartender, calling him over, "Give me a glass of aged Corellian rum, double." With a nod, the bartender quickly poured the drink and set it in front of him. Kal handed his credit chip over, "Start a tab, and get that girl over there whatever she wants." He pointed over to the human woman that was sitting down on the other end of the bar. As he took a sip of his drink, he would look up and notice the nightly news playing on the screen above the bar. It was a story about some fancy charity event that was currently going on, and how there were all these important people there. It was nothing special, until he noticed the arm candy to one of the more famous guests. He was well known for some of his movies, but what was shocking about this man, was in fact the woman that he was walking in with. Kal slowly set his glass down, slowly shaking his head. He couldn't believe it. He had done all he could to get her off of his mind, and there she was on the screen, attending an event right there on the Imperial Center. He raised his glass to his lips, quickly finishing off the drink before waving down the bartender for another.
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| Management | Date: Sunday, 09 Aug 2015, 10:45 PM | Message # 9 |
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| (By agreement, the thread is hereby split into the following three separate posting orders:
1. Ilanah Ilyone
2. Kal Thanatos
1. Ana Stark
2. Alyn Stark
1. Admiral Blackwood
2. Captain Lennox
3. Vorn Adasca-Draay
At any point, Blackwood, Lennox, or Draay may join either of the other two posting orders. The purpose of this is simply to move the thread along faster by having fewer players dependent on other players to post.)
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Thursday, 13 Aug 2015, 7:33 PM | Message # 10 |
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| She let out a sigh as she settled herself at a table alone. Ilanah kept half an eye on where Mao "The Octopus" Winters was, but mainly was people watching. Luckily, her date had occupied himself with his frequency co-star, Ana Stark, who was obviously as repulsed by him as she was, based on her body language. If anyone had asked Ilanah why she accepted the invitation, aside from the charity itself- it was just something to do off of Chandrila, for a little while at least.
Several minutes later, when she saw Mao prowling her direction, She got to her feet and took a brief moment to smooth her hands over her gold dress, before she vanished into a crowd of people. Dignitaries, stars, wealthy individuals from various planets- it should have been easy to get lost long enough to keep 'The Octopus' at bay. Surely he would find another attractive starlet or seven to leach on to before it was time to leave.
Unfortunately, while she was evading Mao, she was not paying close enough attention and ended up bumping into a gentleman. The latch of her clutch got caught on his cape and she ended up spilling what was left of her champagne on a nearby Imperial Officer.
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| Vorn_Adasca-Draay | Date: Thursday, 13 Aug 2015, 8:58 PM | Message # 11 |
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| One of the Yaka reached out to grab at the human woman, growling low and deep in his throat. It was a threatening noise if one had ever been made, but with preternatural speed, Vorn's hand settled upon the Yaka's arm. "Temek, old friend, be easy. I'm sure she meant nothing by it." Wearing a cape simply meant that there was more fabric to get caught on things; it was an item he rarely wore outside of fancy gatherings such as these. A duster served far better, but there was something about 'cloak' that went synonymous with 'rich,' 'high status' and, unfortunately, for some, 'Jedi.' On the flip side, Vorn had the first two and had never been the third.
Looking at the female at last, Vorn searched within his near-perfect memory for her face. "Ilanah Ilyone," he said presently, "Former Senator of Chandrila, if memory serves." Offering her a charming smile and a brief bow, he straightened, gesturing towards the party around them. "How is the hospitality of Imperial Center treating you this evening? It seems to be quite the mix of every person of importance, or self-thought importance, has turned out for the little soiree."
Vorn Adasca-Draay
Primarch, Arkanian Dominion
Owner, Adasca BioMechanical Corporation
Owner, Telerath Interstellar Banking Initiative
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| Captain_Lennox | Date: Saturday, 15 Aug 2015, 11:54 PM | Message # 12 |
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| Clive didn't know these people, nor have much in common with them. He felt distinctly self-conscious in his Captain's uniform among mostly celebrities and publicity-seeking businessbeings and former Senators. The New Order did not encourage charity, and the Imperial court having mostly passed on Senator Ilyone's party, Clive was one of few representatives of the Empire in attendance. He was surprised to see Tasgetius Blackwood at the party, however. Perhaps the old Admiral had somehow made it up the Imperial ranks with his humanity intact, and was a genuinely caring person.
Clive doubted it. Still, he debated with himself for several moments whether or not to approach Blackwood before finally deciding to do so. Perhaps he saw in Blackwood a vision of his future self and wondered if perhaps the old man had some wisdom to impart. But no sooner did he begin to move in the Admiral's direction than he received a chest full of Senator Ilyone's drink. In a way, he was grateful; it was the first time tonight he'd felt anything. It also gave him the perfect excuse to leave. It was, he thought darkly (and unfairly), the best thing the Senator had ever done for one of her constituents. He felt guilty for thinking so, however, when he saw up close how beautiful Ilanah Ilyone was. Holocameras did not do her justice. "Oh," Clive said, attempting to wipe his uniform with his gloved hands only to make his gloves wet, too. "Oh," he said again.
It was then that he looked up—the Arkanian had a good 3 or 4 inches on Lennox—at Vorn Adasca-Draay, and nearly stepped back from the sight of his ghostly, white eyes. Chandrila was 99% Human, and so was the Imperial Navy. Clive didn't encounter aliens very often. He didn't consider himself speciesist, certainly not as much as the Empire encouraged him to be. Still, Clive Lennox was very much a man of his upper-class Chandrilan upbringing. Despite this, he resisted the urge to stare, finding Senator Ilyone to be a far more pleasant sight.
Clive W. Lennox
Line Captain, Imperial 18th Heavy Attack Line
Victory II-class Star Destroyer Impavid
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Sunday, 16 Aug 2015, 0:07 AM | Message # 13 |
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| The Yaka hardly startled her, as Vorn had stopped it before he got ahold of her. Not much frightened her, except perhaps holo stars and maybe the occasional rebel. Aside from that, she did feel unnecessarily clumsy and sheepish for both her stumble and ruining Clive's uniform, since she caused no damage to the cape of Vorn.
"My deepest apologies, gentlemen. Captain..." She waived over a waiter and picked up a few napkins from his tray and dabbed idly at the champagne soaked into his uniform coat. Her gaze went to Vorn for a brief moment as he spoke to her.
"The hospitality is....fair enough, sir. Although it seems you know who I am, but I have yet to know your name." She said, still half paying attention to Clive and his soaked uniform.
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| Vorn_Adasca-Draay | Date: Sunday, 16 Aug 2015, 0:31 AM | Message # 14 |
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| Temek glanced towards the Imperial for a moment, then turned to give Vorn a questioning look. "Now, now," Vorn admonished his bodyguard, "The good..." His voice trailed off as he looked closer at Lennox's uniform before continuing, "The good Captain is quite alright, and I'm sure there will be no trouble. Go on, Temek. Find a nice place to have a quiet drink and don't bother any of the guests." As the Yaka bodyguard moved off, Vorn turned back to the pair in whose company he found himself. "Forgive Temek, Madame Ilyone," he spoke with a brief laugh; his voice holding the faintly clipped tones of the Coruscanti upper class. "Temek is far too protective and a bit too willing to go hands-on with anyone or anything he may perceive as a threat to my well-being. His family line has served mine for several generations. Something of a point of honor with him. However, it is rude of me not to introduce myself; I forget that not all faces are as easy to recognize as your own. I am Vorn Adasca-Draay, Primarch of the Arkanian Dominion."
Though he'd turned to regard both the Captain and Ilanah, he doubted his name would mean much to them; in fact, he'd almost be willing to give them bonus points if they recognized any portion of his last name, though overall, 'Arkania' was what most he met recognized; often followed by questions about cloning and comparisons to the effects of Arkanian-cloned personnel versus Kamino-cloned personnel. Neither subject was overly fascinating to him, and instead, he was hoping the subject could be bypassed entirely. Unlike many of the wealthy folk with whom they were sharing the room, Vorn had little wish or desire to recount his holdings.
Turning to regard the Imperial, who was indeed a tad shorter than himself, Vorn inclined his head. "What brings us the pleasure of your company this evening, Captain? Are you on leave from fighting the dastardly rebels, or do you have the pleasure of being stationed on our glorious capital?"
Vorn Adasca-Draay
Primarch, Arkanian Dominion
Owner, Adasca BioMechanical Corporation
Owner, Telerath Interstellar Banking Initiative
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| Captain_Lennox | Date: Sunday, 16 Aug 2015, 0:49 AM | Message # 15 |
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| "Haven't seen much of the rebels, I'm sorry to say"—for seemingly the thousandth time in the young evening; Clive, too, was often asked the same things. He could sense the disappoint when he said that no, he'd not killed any rebels. Pirates, yes. But pirates no longer captured the imagination since the destruction of the Death Star, a topic that many of the guests were discussing in hushed tones, and none had mentioned to him directly. "I'm on leave," he answered, pulling off his wet gloves and studiously avoiding the Arkanian's eyes. "I'm Chandrilan, and naturally couldn't miss my Senator's party." He bowed his head respectfully to Ilanah, showing the courtesy expected of a Chandrilan noble and Raithal Academy graduate. "I'm still not accustomed to saying 'former Senator.' I've heard that the Senate wasn't even notified of the Emperor's decree ahead of time. Is this so, Senator?"
Clive W. Lennox
Line Captain, Imperial 18th Heavy Attack Line
Victory II-class Star Destroyer Impavid
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