Kuat's Open Orbit

Very unlike his usual style, Lucien had chosen to dress in his usual Imperial Knight Armor. His shiny silver medal glinted off the black cortosis-lined carbon fiber of his breastplate, and his glossy red shoulderplate reflected the bright lights of the Hangar rather well. While he normally would have worn his helmet, but that would be extremely out of place at an event like this, unless of course one was the enormous, armor-clad tank of a man walking through the throng of people that had gathered to see the promotions. His red cape flared out behind him, the seemingly soft fabric disguising the blasterproofing inlaid in the apparently decorative feature. As the crowd began to disperse into their smaller groups, Lucien took the opportunity to seek out some friends of his, as well as the leader of the Imperial Knights herself.



Wandering through the crowd, the younger Needa nearly walked headlong into Faina Nikulin, the current head of the Imperial Knights. The woman had blended into the crowd rather well, not attracting much attention to her person. As such, Lucien had not noticed her in his stroll across the vessel's hangar bay. Looking her in the eyes, he could tell that the senior Imperial Knight was sizing him up, as would be expected if she was truly all Lucien had heard about her. Taking a step back, Lucien gave a shallow bow to the woman he would be working for during his tenure with the First Order.

"Grandmaster! I... I wasn't expecting to run into you so abruptly. My apologies."



Following his conversation with the Grandmaster, Lucien made his way back into the crowd, hoping to run across other people he knew from whatever limited amount of time he had spent in the First Order. Walking through the sea of grey that was the Imperial officer corps, he saw a few familiar faces, but none he could openly approach as a friend. However, after making his way through a particularly thick group of officers, ran across someone he did not expect. The silver-haired woman known as Jenia Kasalle. Lucien froze. He had not expected to see her here today, though he supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. It was, after all, a major ceremony for the First Order, and anyone with any degree of rank in the First Order would be extremely likely to come along. She was with a group of other officers, but the others seemed to be simply making small talk with the woman, as well as imploring her to attend the evening's gala alongside them. Jenia, as expected, was understandably annoyed by all this. And so Lucien decided to save her from the annoyance and embarrassment of these other officers.

"Admiral Kasalle, I hadn't expected to see you here..."

Nodding along with Harnan as he spoke of several of the recent issues the Empire had faced. She sighed, unsure of what security level clearance this man had, she would not share some of the atrocities she and her crew performed in the name of Palpatine out within the Void.

=Shel=
A reasonable enough reason to have your doubts in some. But I was raised to follow my Emperor to the letter. If it is his will, it will be done... Or die trying. So you will not have any incidents such as that from me. But what has brought a man such as yourself to grace me with his conversation?

Blushing slightly as Harnan piled on the flattery, but intrigued by the honing of her 'gifts.' Then a sensation she had not felt in a long time. Another speaking to her through the Force. She had not been trained in how to reply, but she was familiar with it.

=Shel=
That is what my... master... would say. Though he only saw one use for me. A Battle Meditation expert. Even now, I am subconsciously using it. She motioned around. All those in the immediate vicinity seemed to be acting oddly in unison. Every sip of a drink was timed and precise. No accidental bumping of shoulders as people moved from one group to another. Everything in perfect Order, as it should be.