Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Jul 25, 2019 23:38:37 GMT -8
Lucien gave her a smile, indicating his backing down on the issue.“I’d love for you to attend, but if you’re worried I won’t force you into it. I already told you why I think you should, but it’s your choice to make now.” He paused for a moment, contemplating what to say next.“Besides, you don’t have to worry about anything with a big, bad imperial knight with you, now do you.” He quipped, “regardless of if you go or not, I’d love to celebrate with just you after the gala is done.”
"In that case, I guess I'll probably dare it", she then answered friendly, before moving towards the door, "Would you mind it if I go for the shuttle bay in order to dress up? I ordered the pilot to wait there in order to exchange clothes, when I need to - so I had the dress already kept prepared there. Also, don't worry about her, just before the usual 'But can you trust your subordinates' chat starts - already had this talk with my bodyguard today."
So far she wondered if Lucien appreciated the idea or not. Probably he would after all, since it would probably be his first time to see her in something different than her regular uniform. |
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Lucien Needa
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Post by Lucien Needa on Jul 26, 2019 18:24:39 GMT -8
Lucien gave her a smile, indicating his backing down on the issue.“I’d love for you to attend, but if you’re worried I won’t force you into it. I already told you why I think you should, but it’s your choice to make now.” He paused for a moment, contemplating what to say next.“Besides, you don’t have to worry about anything with a big, bad imperial knight with you, now do you.” He quipped, “regardless of if you go or not, I’d love to celebrate with just you after the gala is done.”
"In that case, I guess I'll probably dare it", she then answered friendly, before moving towards the door, "Would you mind it if I go for the shuttle bay in order to dress up? I ordered the pilot to wait there in order to exchange clothes, when I need to - so I had the dress already kept prepared there. Also, don't worry about her, just before the usual 'But can you trust your subordinates' chat starts - already had this talk with my bodyguard today."
So far she wondered if Lucien appreciated the idea or not. Probably he would after all, since it would probably be his first time to see her in something different than her regular uniform.“Of course not. I have to change as well, I don’t think it would be fair if you were to dress up nicely and I weren’t.” However, not content to keep the seriousness of his demeanour, he decided to make one final quip before leaving to change.“Besides, I doubt Emperor Delvardus would be especially thrilled if I were to show up dressed like this, now would he.” |
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Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Jul 27, 2019 3:14:17 GMT -8
Lucien winked, before moving towards the door as well. While his imperial knight uniform was good looking, in his mind, it likely wouldn’t be enough for a proper gala. After all, the Empire’s sort of parties were surely more glamorous then those held by the Rebellion.“Of course not. I have to change as well, I don’t think it would be fair if you were to dress up nicely and I weren’t.” However, not content to keep the seriousness of his demeanour, he decided to make one final quip before leaving to change.“Besides, I doubt Emperor Delvardus would be especially thrilled if I were to show up dressed like this, now would he.”
"Don't worry, the Emperor loves us the most when we fulfill our military tasks and maintain order within the new Empire", was all she added to the discussion, "I'll look forward it though."
And once it was made clear that they would both leave, Jenia was already on her way outside, vanishing within the crowd of officers for the moment.
Later on, around the time when the actual gala was taking place, Jenia's appearence was framed by an elegant, blue dress, while she had also tied up her hair. The only indicator of her being an officer was mainly her imperial plaquette with her rank, fixed with the dress as well, so that she would nontheless be recognized. As the daughter of House Kasalle of Prakith, it somehow felt like a flashback to her own childhood, when she entered the main room for the event once more, feeling so far at least prepared and not as insecure as she thought she would feel.
Nontheless her first reaction was to search for Lucien.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 2, 2019 14:51:02 GMT -8
Having been somewhat overwhelmed by the attentions of Garrik Needa, He had fled to the nearest fresher to get his nerves under control at the earliest opportunity. The heat of battle never seemed this intensely strenuous! A few moments of spalshing cool water on his face helped him regain focus. He dreaded these formal events, he'd never been particularly comfortable with so many strangers all more influential and affluent than he, it seemed. His family tutors had taught him well though, and he could mingle with remarkable grace, if he could only keep his cool. One of his comrades had remarked that gala's were much like a resupply mission in the mid rim worlds, where merchants and suppliers had to played against each other to get the best deals for the day but the best plays made deals that lasted lifetimes. The comment came back to the newly minted Commodore now, and he latched onto it with his entire will.
Drying his face, and hands, Krzesimir Viggo glanced into the mirror and steeled himself to enter the fray. He straightened his dress uniform, the only formal attire that he had thought to bring. Now he wished that he had thought to bring something less rigid for the gala itself, but ... that was behind him now. With a last deep breath, he shut away his concerns and re-entered the fray. A few of his closer associates were still grouped together and he chatted with them for a moment, before noticing his rumored commanding officer arrive.
And she looked stunning.
An elbow in his rib, pulled his jaw off the proverbial floor and the following cajoling got him moving her way. He had intended to say hello anyway, having served on the Fandango together he wasn't nearly as nervous about approaching her as he had been with Garrik Needa. She had been a reasonable woman, in his memory, and a good officer. He had not remembered her looking this good though. To be fair, he couldn't recall seeing her anything but a uniform prior to today. He put on a smile, and felt it warm to something natural at the prospect of working with a familiar personality again.
Viggo walked towards her with long, graceful strides, his long hours of practice growing up finally paying off. He stopped at approximately an arm's length(2-3ft) from her and greeted her with a bow, since this was a civilian function. Straightening to his full 6'2" he stood, turned so that he faced perpendicular to her, and offered an arm if she wanted it. He wouldn't be offended if she didn't, it just seemed the appropriate thing to do. With his other hand he motioned they walk farther into the open room, though he would let her pick the destination, he wasn't a bully after all.
"Good evening Ms. Kasalle, you look spectacular this evening. I've gathered from the rumor-mill that I'm to be working under your supervision in the near future. If you're half the woman I remember this should be a grand time, I always did enjoy working with you on the Fandango. Would it be terribly inappropriate to request your first dance? I don't believe I've had the pleasure of seeing you in civilian fair before today; and it would be a shame to waste this opportunity. Shall we dance then?"
There was a sparkle in his eye, and a spring in his step, that hadn't been there before... for all that it would erroneous to presume that he was in love with the woman he now addressed. He would consider her more a cousin than a suitor, as her family was of greater prestige than his own it had never even occurred to him to try for her hand. In truth his work had kept him quite busy and he hadn't really put any though into the matter of wedding at all, much to his mother's dismay. Though because of their prior work together, he didn't feel pressured to make a good impression and was able to relax and simply be ... a very polite and formal version of himself.
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Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 2, 2019 16:24:27 GMT -8
Having been somewhat overwhelmed by the attentions of Garrik Needa, He had fled to the nearest fresher to get his nerves under control at the earliest opportunity. The heat of battle never seemed this intensely strenuous! A few moments of spalshing cool water on his face helped him regain focus. He dreaded these formal events, he'd never been particularly comfortable with so many strangers all more influential and affluent than he, it seemed. His family tutors had taught him well though, and he could mingle with remarkable grace, if he could only keep his cool. One of his comrades had remarked that gala's were much like a resupply mission in the mid rim worlds, where merchants and suppliers had to played against each other to get the best deals for the day but the best plays made deals that lasted lifetimes. The comment came back to the newly minted Commodore now, and he latched onto it with his entire will.
Drying his face, and hands, Krzesimir Viggo glanced into the mirror and steeled himself to enter the fray. He straightened his dress uniform, the only formal attire that he had thought to bring. Now he wished that he had thought to bring something less rigid for the gala itself, but ... that was behind him now. With a last deep breath, he shut away his concerns and re-entered the fray. A few of his closer associates were still grouped together and he chatted with them for a moment, before noticing his rumored commanding officer arrive.
And she looked stunning.
An elbow in his rib, pulled his jaw off the proverbial floor and the following cajoling got him moving her way. He had intended to say hello anyway, having served on the Fandango together he wasn't nearly as nervous about approaching her as he had been with Garrik Needa. She had been a reasonable woman, in his memory, and a good officer. He had not remembered her looking this good though. To be fair, he couldn't recall seeing her anything but a uniform prior to today. He put on a smile, and felt it warm to something natural at the prospect of working with a familiar personality again.
Viggo walked towards her with long, graceful strides, his long hours of practice growing up finally paying off. He stopped at approximately an arm's length(2-3ft) from her and greeted her with a bow, since this was a civilian function. Straightening to his full 6'2" he stood, turned so that he faced perpendicular to her, and offered an arm if she wanted it. He wouldn't be offended if she didn't, it just seemed the appropriate thing to do. With his other hand he motioned they walk farther into the open room, though he would let her pick the destination, he wasn't a bully after all."Good evening Ms. Kasalle, you look spectacular this evening. I've gathered from the rumor-mill that I'm to be working under your supervision in the near future. If you're half the woman I remember this should be a grand time, I always did enjoy working with you on the Fandango. Would it be terribly inappropriate to request your first dance? I don't believe I've had the pleasure of seeing you in civilian fair before today; and it would be a shame to waste this opportunity. Shall we dance then?"There was a sparkle in his eye, and a spring in his step, that hadn't been there before... for all that it would erroneous to presume that he was in love with the woman he now addressed. He would consider her more a cousin than a suitor, as her family was of greater prestige than his own it had never even occurred to him to try for her hand. In truth his work had kept him quite busy and he hadn't really put any though into the matter of wedding at all, much to his mother's dismay. Though because of their prior work together, he didn't feel pressured to make a good impression and was able to relax and simply be ... a very polite and formal version of himself.
Non of the two mentioned flaws she had so far spotted within the freshly appointed captain, who would soon be part of her fleet. A man, whose service on the Fandango she favored so much, that even after his appointment to another ship crew, she intended to personally oversee the actions of her pilots aboard the Banshee herself- Which in the end resulted in the creation of the Banshee-squadron and her participating within the TIE Silencer test program.
And now she stood there, bare shoulders like open prey and dressed like a noble girl of an imperial family! A past which wasn't tied with the best memories from her youth, even if she tried to stay positive about it thanks to Lucien.
For his sake she tried to be brave.
And thus it even surprised her herself, that despite her nervous thoughts, she managed to speak up in her usual calm, yet cold tone.
"You are not mistaken, Commodore, as I will look forward our future cooperation based on our past expieriences", she stated neutral, looking up towards her subordinate as if it was just mere routine on board of her ship, "I have promised someone else to meet up with me for the trivial parts of the gala, but given that he has yet to arrive, I will gladly accept your invitation for the meantime. Though I will warn you that I'm out of practice - the last time when I danced was over a decade ago, before I joined the academy."
And I hope not to stumble upon Baron Tagge's fourth-born son on this gala again - stepping on his feet felt probably right for myself, but nearly ruined the entire evening for my family, she briefly added in mind.
Then, as if it was nothing she offered her hand to Viggo, showing him straight away, that she intended to take the lead. It was a bold move, but in the end she was her superior. So she hoped he wouldn't mind it too much in the end. Yet, despite the cold aura surrounding her, Jenia gave Viggo at least a more friendly look or one that could at least be considered positive.
All she hoped for was, that Lucien wouldn't think too bad of her. As in the end she cared for her crew as well and Viggo wasn't an exception. |
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 2, 2019 17:23:38 GMT -8
When Jenia was greeted by her fellow officer, Commodore Viggo, she wasn't really sure if showing off like this was probably a mistake in general, as she felt suddenly out of place for a brief moment, being reminded of her time with the officer within the navy. And in fact not a bad one either, as she learnt to know Krzesimir Viggo to know as an officer, who did not only handle logistics well, but also was very ambitious when it came to the deployment, training and commanding of First Order starfighter wings - something which a lot of Imperial officers often either dismissed because they only did the necessary job as they mistook Stormtroopers and TIE fighter pilots for mere cannon fodder or often overlooked, as they tended to see themselves as just bureaucrats. None of the two mentioned flaws she had so far spotted within the freshly promoted officer, who would soon be part of her fleet. A man, whose service on the Fandango she favored so much, that even after his appointment to another ship crew, she intended to personally oversee the actions of her pilots aboard the Banshee herself- Which in the end resulted in the creation of the Banshee-squadron and her participating within the TIE Silencer test program.
And now she stood there, bare shoulders like open prey and dressed like a noble girl of an imperial family! A past which wasn't tied with the best memories from her youth, even if she tried to stay positive about it thanks to Lucien.
For his sake she tried to be brave.
And thus it even surprised her herself, that despite her nervous thoughts, she managed to speak up in her usual calm, yet cold tone.
"You are not mistaken, Commodore, as I will look forward our future cooperation based on our past expieriences", she stated neutral, looking up towards her subordinate as if it was just mere routine on board of her ship, "I have promised someone else to meet up with me for the trivial parts of the gala, but given that he has yet to arrive, I will gladly accept your invitation for the meantime. Though I will warn you that I'm out of practice - the last time when I danced was over a decade ago, before I joined the academy."
And I hope not to stumble upon Baron Tagge's fourth-born son on this gala again - stepping on his feet felt probably right for myself, but nearly ruined the entire evening for my family, she briefly added in mind.
Then, as if it was nothing she offered her hand to Viggo, showing him straight away, that she intended to take the lead. It was a bold move, but in the end she was her superior. So she hoped he wouldn't mind it too much in the end. Yet, despite the cold aura surrounding her, Jenia gave Viggo at least a more friendly look or one that could at least be considered positive.
All she hoped for was, that Lucien wouldn't think too bad of her. As in the end she cared for her crew as well and Viggo wasn't an exception. |
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 2, 2019 19:01:22 GMT -8
Lucien winked, before moving towards the door as well. While his imperial knight uniform was good looking, in his mind, it likely wouldn’t be enough for a proper gala. After all, the Empire’s sort of parties were surely more glamorous then those held by the Rebellion.“Of course not. I have to change as well, I don’t think it would be fair if you were to dress up nicely and I weren’t.” However, not content to keep the seriousness of his demeanour, he decided to make one final quip before leaving to change.“Besides, I doubt Emperor Delvardus would be especially thrilled if I were to show up dressed like this, now would he.”
"Don't worry, the Emperor loves us the most when we fulfill our military tasks and maintain order within the new Empire", was all she added to the discussion, "I'll look forward it though."
And once it was made clear that they would both leave, Jenia was already on her way outside, vanishing within the crowd of officers for the moment.
Later on, around the time when the actual gala was taking place, Jenia's appearence was framed by an elegant, blue dress, while she had also tied up her hair. The only indicator of her being an officer was mainly her imperial plaquette with her rank, fixed with the dress as well, so that she would nontheless be recognized. As the daughter of House Kasalle of Prakith, it somehow felt like a flashback to her own childhood, when she entered the main room for the event once more, feeling so far at least prepared and not as insecure as she thought she would feel.
Nontheless her first reaction was to search for Lucien.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 3, 2019 4:05:31 GMT -8
Viggo took her hand, nodding acceptance that she would not be his partner for long. He didn't mind. The band was playing a smooth and slow melody at present, giving them a simple tune to dance to so it shouldn't be too taxing for either of them. He hadn't exactly kept in practice himself, who was there to practice these things with anyway? She took the lead, and he raised an eyebrow but followed her easily enough. Goodness knew his tutor had done most of the leading as she tried to teach the young Viggo the finer points of society... He did eventually learn. He was similarly not put off my her cool demeanor. In part because it was familiar and in part because he was certain she had more than enough important men imposing upon her that keeping a distant manner helped discourage unruly behavior. Still, it was a civilian function, so using ranks to address each other was a tad stiffer than necessary, so he pushed a little to see if she'd give. He used a mock severe tone, one she'd heard dozens of times before whenever he decided to mock propriety or the "official" way to do anything. Ms. Kasalle, this is a civilian function so you can use my name. You do remember my name don't you? I shall have to tease you mercilessly if you don't. And you're doing quite well for not having danced in over a decade, are you sure you haven't been practicing in secret? I hear you've got a yourself a fancy new squadron to deploy. I hope you're keeping the pilots in line and well trained, like I taught you too.After comment about teasing, his voice returned to it's usual pleasant and slightly curious tone. Viggo stepped lightly and managed to not embarrass himself, or his superior, though it was as much her good leading as his own dancing. He highly doubted he could have performed as well if he had to lead here. He tried not to pay much attention to the other pairs moving around the dance floor, all those important strangers made him nervous. He focused instead on his cool, yet captivating partner. His mouth quirked into a lopsided grin as he idly wondered who the lucky chap was, no matter really. He hadn't planned to keep her for himself tonight anyway, just catch up a bit. So far that plan was going along quite well.
The fact, that Viggo was also keeping up with her pace even guarenteed that only few more obvious mistakes occured, when the Rearadmiral remembered and memorized the movements of her youth slowly. So far she decided to take a more slow approach, fitting the ambience so that she was still able to talk with her dance partner.
She faintly smiled, when the officer in front of her tried to tease her already.
"Krzesimir Viggo is a name, which can be hardly forgotten", she answered calm, so far giving at least an insight that she liked the smalltalk, "And yes, it might be a civilian event, but nontheless on board of an Imperial Star Dreadnaught. Just imagine if we would be suddenly under assault by foreign forces and we would leave all formalities aside - the enemy would be outraged."
Making a brief pause after her short humorous remark, she then continiued though.
"As regarding pilots the crew of the Banshee can't complain.
Fresh recruits from Kuat, eight of them the best out of the best.
Captain Caldwell leads their wing in order to improve their skills on a weekly base, if there is no longer mission in progress. And given the outcome of the Battle of Dac, I'm glad that my Silencer-squadron returned without any casualties. Though admitted the rebell fleet was more than outnumbered and the Galactic Alliance already near its fall."
Maybe she bored him with those details, but he was probably used to it from her. In the end Jenia lived up to her work, even in private as otherwise, she knew, she wouldn't be happy at all.
The Gala Event was only just beginning when Lucien arrived. The clink of glasses, the sounds of conversation, and the sounds of an unmistakable string quartet could be heard throughout the space it was being conducted in. Tables laden with all manner of food and drink could be found in the room, and groups of people could be seen making conversation, dancing and generally enjoying themselves. Elegant lights framed the silhouettes of men and women dressed in various pieces of formal attire, and Lucien himself was no exception to this dress code. Having shed his bright red uniform, he was instead wearing a pair of black trousers and a white shirt. Atop this was a red waistcoat and a black tail coat and a red bow tie. Put simply, he was very well dressed, considering his usual choice of attire.Having arrived alone, he quickly surveyed the crowd, and picked out a few groups of people he’d like to meet, and a few he’d like to avoid. He was aware that his father was attending the event, and did not wish to run into him. That would certainly be rather awkward, given the context of this event. Taking a breath, and adjusting his bow tie, he stepped into the crowd, quickly melting into the throng of people that filled the space. |
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 3, 2019 5:40:41 GMT -8
Moving along nicely, Jenia felt as if the ghosts of the past were even present here aboard the Ad Gloriam. Dancing along the lines made her feel as was she once again the young girl on Prakith, who attended the hosted feasts of her family, back at the times where there was no imperial union and the Remnant was gouverned by several warlords with the imperial families themselves supporting various claimants at the same time, forging alliances among their houses. Yet, unlike at home , there was luckily no intention to marry her off to the next-best officer, she seemingly liked, so she felt surprisingly less pressured than she thought initially.
The fact, that Viggo was also keeping up with her pace even guarenteed that only few more obvious mistakes occured, when the Rearadmiral remembered and memorized the movements of her youth slowly. So far she decided to take a more slow approach, fitting the ambience so that she was still able to talk with her dance partner.
She faintly smiled, when the officer in front of her tried to tease her already.
"Krzesimir Viggo is a name, which can be hardly forgotten", she answered calm, so far giving at least an insight that she liked the smalltalk, "And yes, it might be a civilian event, but nontheless on board of an Imperial Star Dreadnaught. Just imagine if we would be suddenly under assault by foreign forces and we would leave all formalities aside - the enemy would be outraged."
Making a brief pause after her short humorous remark, she then continiued though.
"As regarding pilots the crew of the Banshee can't complain.
Fresh recruits from Kuat, eight of them the best out of the best.
Captain Caldwell leads their wing in order to improve their skills on a weekly base, if there is no longer mission in progress. And given the outcome of the Battle of Dac, I'm glad that my Silencer-squadron returned without any casualties. Though admitted the rebell fleet was more than outnumbered and the Galactic Alliance already near its fall."
Maybe she bored him with those details, but he was probably used to it from her. In the end Jenia lived up to her work, even in private as otherwise, she knew, she wouldn't be happy at all.
The Gala Event was only just beginning when Lucien arrived. The clink of glasses, the sounds of conversation, and the sounds of an unmistakable string quartet could be heard throughout the space it was being conducted in. Tables laden with all manner of food and drink could be found in the room, and groups of people could be seen making conversation, dancing and generally enjoying themselves. Elegant lights framed the silhouettes of men and women dressed in various pieces of formal attire, and Lucien himself was no exception to this dress code. Having shed his bright red uniform, he was instead wearing a pair of black trousers and a white shirt. Atop this was a red waistcoat and a black tail coat and a red bow tie. Put simply, he was very well dressed, considering his usual choice of attire.Having arrived alone, he quickly surveyed the crowd, and picked out a few groups of people he’d like to meet, and a few he’d like to avoid. He was aware that his father was attending the event, and did not wish to run into him. That would certainly be rather awkward, given the context of this event. Taking a breath, and adjusting his bow tie, he stepped into the crowd, quickly melting into the throng of people that filled the space.
Viggo turned and made for the refreshment tables, hoping he could avoid embarrassing himself by spending the rest of the night hugging the walls. He was ambushed by a sibling of one of his friend from the academy; she'd apparently been led on to believe he was someone of great importance... so much for avoiding embarrassment. She insisted on having his next dance... thankfully it was a simple, if faster, tune. He made several missteps in his nervousness but managed to just avoid literally trampling her toes. |
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 3, 2019 11:19:51 GMT -8
Unlike so many of the guests, Harnan did not make any change in his attired between the promotion ceremony and the Gala. He remained dressed in his armour as he stepped out on to one of the walkways that encircled the room set aside for use by the Gala. From his vantage point, he could observe the comings and goings of various guests, while also remaining aware of any potential threats that managed to sneak their way into the party
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Lucien Needa
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 4, 2019 0:07:31 GMT -8
. The Gala Event was only just beginning when Lucien arrived. The clink of glasses, the sounds of conversation, and the sounds of an unmistakable string quartet could be heard throughout the space it was being conducted in. Tables laden with all manner of food and drink could be found in the room, and groups of people could be seen making conversation, dancing and generally enjoying themselves. Elegant lights framed the silhouettes of men and women dressed in various pieces of formal attire, and Lucien himself was no exception to this dress code. Having shed his bright red uniform, he was instead wearing a pair of black trousers and a white shirt. Atop this was a red waistcoat and a black tail coat and a red bow tie. Put simply, he was very well dressed, considering his usual choice of attire.Having arrived alone, he quickly surveyed the crowd, and picked out a few groups of people he’d like to meet, and a few he’d like to avoid. He was aware that his father was attending the event, and did not wish to run into him. That would certainly be rather awkward, given the context of this event. Taking a breath, and adjusting his bow tie, he stepped into the crowd, quickly melting into the throng of people that filled the space. “Ms. Kasalle... you look positively stunning. I hope the gala is treating you well so far?” |
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 4, 2019 6:22:20 GMT -8
As Lucien waded through the crowd, he chatted with a few groups of acquaintances he had made, until he finally caught a glimpse of the familiar shock of steel hair he had become so used to seeing. Excusing himself from the truly delightful conversation he was engaged in about troop movement during the Battle of Mariunhus, he made his way through the mess of people, he nearly ran into Jenia, as she had been making his way towards him as well. He took a moment to seize here up, and he had to admit it; she certainly knew how to dress to complement her looks. If he thought she looked beautiful in an officer’s uniform, she had blown herself clean out of the water by dressing like this. Even so, he knew he couldn’t be too forward, not here. After all, she was attempting to maintain decorum, and what good would that do if he shattered that perception now?As such, he merely lightly squeezed her hand in a playful manner, taking exceptional care not to mess up the sleeves of her immaculate dress.“Ms. Kasalle... you look positively stunning. I hope the gala is treating you well so far?”
"Is that so, Mr. Needa?", she asked moderately amused, giving him an unconvinced look, "Unlike me you kept at least to the colour code of your regular uniform from what I can tell. Therefore I would rather say I fall out of line in preference for personal tastes."
She refered mainly to the red waistcoat he wore, as it kinda reminded her of his uniform. And she didn't necesarily mind that.
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 8, 2019 20:01:20 GMT -8
"Is that so, Mr. Needa?", she asked moderately amused, giving him an unconvinced look, "Unlike me you kept at least to the colour code of your regular uniform from what I can tell. Therefore I would rather say I fall out of line in preference for personal tastes."She refered mainly to the red waistcoat he wore, as it kinda reminded her of his uniform. And she didn't necesarily mind that. [/font][/quote] Lucien responded with a slight chuckle, fully aware of the irony of this situation. The stoic Jenia, always concerned with adhering to Imperial doctrine, had followed uniform trends less than the (albeit unintended) method in which the typically Laissez-Faire Lucien.“Grey... blue... darling, you shouldn’t worry so much about colours and uniforms. You look perfect regardless, and that worry spoils your face. Lighten up, have a drink, and let’s dance some.” |
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 9, 2019 4:27:49 GMT -8
Lucien responded with a slight chuckle, fully aware of the irony of this situation. The stoic Jenia, always concerned with adhering to Imperial doctrine, had followed uniform trends less than the (albeit unintended) method in which the typically Laissez-Faire Lucien.“Grey... blue... darling, you shouldn’t worry so much about colours and uniforms. You look perfect regardless, and that worry spoils your face. Lighten up, have a drink, and let’s dance some.”
"I guess I'll say yes to the drink for now", Jenia then said, "Maybe it will make me feel more fond of the entire event, though admitted it's not as bad as back on Prakith. The family feasts to which other noble houses were invited were most of the times quite dull.
But either way, let's not speak too much of the past.
Anything you can recommend to me?"
Jenia herself drank not all too much alcohol as Lucien probably knew. Maybe a bit back on their visit at Pesktda at the restaurant or on rare occassions, but the fleet officer never really got why a lot of people seemed to be fond of the substance. It only tasted good because of other ingriediences and it just messed up someone's senses. Nothing the rear admiral prefered, though it might calm her down for a bit. Maybe then she would have an easier time when it came to not paying all too much attention towards their surroundings. |
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 9, 2019 6:18:38 GMT -8
She raised an eyebrow at the comment as if he had said something questioning.
"I guess I'll say yes to the drink for now", Jenia then said, "Maybe it will make me feel more fond of the entire event, though admitted it's not as bad as back on Prakith. The family feasts to which other noble houses were invited were most of the times quite dull.
But either way, let's not speak too much of the past.
Anything you can recommend to me?"
Jenia herself drank not all too much alcohol as Lucien probably knew. Maybe a bit back on their visit at Pesktda at the restaurant or on rare occassions, but the fleet officer never really got why a lot of people seemed to be fond of the substance. It only tasted good because of other ingriediences and it just messed up someone's senses. Nothing the rear admiral prefered, though it might calm her down for a bit. Maybe then she would have an easier time when it came to not paying all too much attention towards their surroundings. “That should make sure you still have your senses about you.” The atmosphere in the room was almost mesmerising for Lucien, but he had a feeling that Jenia found it less entertaining. Indeed, his father was probably bored out of his skull, due to his Imperial upbringing. Hell, for him these events were probably just another part of the routine. The childhood he never had.“So, Miss Kasalle, would you like to dance?” |
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 12, 2019 16:01:45 GMT -8
Lucien stopped and considered for a moment. It was likely the rear admiral would not be able to keep with his preferred Corellian Brandy, so instead, he pointed to a Moscoto d’Asti that was on a server droid’s tray. The droid, noticing the gesture, immediately rolled over.“That should make sure you still have your senses about you.” The atmosphere in the room was almost mesmerising for Lucien, but he had a feeling that Jenia found it less entertaining. Indeed, his father was probably bored out of his skull, due to his Imperial upbringing. Hell, for him these events were probably just another part of the routine. The childhood he never had.“So, Miss Kasalle, would you like to dance?”
Having drinked what Lucien had recommended to her, she actually felt not all too sure about it. But then again she danced with her subordinate as well, so what was the big deal. Just because Lucien and her had already began to learn each other better at Garqi?
With a subtle smile she nodded, allowing him to lead her. Normally she wouldn't give away controll that easily, but given that Needa was one of the Imperial Knights and she also felt that any other decision might insult him, since he already tried to gain her favor in any possible way, she was curious how he would handle it.
Therefore a short "Sure, shall we?" was the only thing she said as she looked up intrigued towards him, indicating that he would have to do the first move. |
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Aug 14, 2019 19:45:17 GMT -8
Nicademus once more glances over at Admiral Hu. He figured she would fall under the persuasion of the Ren as the Imperial Knights certainly were of a different breed and not what she was used to from her days with the Old Empire.
I see no reason to disapprove. Considering her background, she would be better off with the Knights of Ren. . .Her fleet and presence will prove useful in the Coreward territories.
Tightening the strap of her left gauntlet as she resumes her former position at Nicademus' side once Harnan has departed, Faina continues to subtly watch over the attendees of the gala nearest to the Emperor, duty demanding she remain vigilant event though it is improbable at best that any threat will present itself at the gala that has brought them here. |
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 20, 2019 9:07:57 GMT -8
Krzesimir finishes his second dance and excuses himself. He grabs a light snack and a drink before making his way up to a balcony where he could better enjoy the festivities from a safe distance. He noticed the remarkably distinctive platinum hair of his superior and the man standing by her. He wasn't familiar with the man on sight but was careful to note his appearance and stature for later reference. That filed away, he resumed his visual sweeps of the ball room not looking for anything in particular just noting the collective gala. He held his now empty plate and glass before him, as he leaned on the railing before him and just watched the people mingling and listening to the musicians playing.
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 21, 2019 22:31:37 GMT -8
Lucien stopped and considered for a moment. It was likely the rear admiral would not be able to keep with his preferred Corellian Brandy, so instead, he pointed to a Moscoto d’Asti that was on a server droid’s tray. The droid, noticing the gesture, immediately rolled over.“That should make sure you still have your senses about you.” The atmosphere in the room was almost mesmerising for Lucien, but he had a feeling that Jenia found it less entertaining. Indeed, his father was probably bored out of his skull, due to his Imperial upbringing. Hell, for him these events were probably just another part of the routine. The childhood he never had.“So, Miss Kasalle, would you like to dance?”
Having drinked what Lucien had recommended to her, she actually felt not all too sure about it. But then again she danced with her subordinate as well, so what was the big deal. Just because Lucien and her had already began to learn each other better at Garqi?
With a subtle smile she nodded, allowing him to lead her. Normally she wouldn't give away controll that easily, but given that Needa was one of the Imperial Knights and she also felt that any other decision might insult him, since he already tried to gain her favor in any possible way, she was curious how he would handle it.
Therefore a short "Sure, shall we?" was the only thing she said as she looked up intrigued towards him, indicating that he would have to do the first move.“That was lovely, but enough dancing for a little while, wouldn’t you say?” |
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 22, 2019 14:38:27 GMT -8
Although Jenia did well during the next dance, she had with Lucien, admitting in secret that he was doing quite well, she actually noticed that something seemed to be off. Not that she wanted to compare the young Needa to her Commodore, but even for his standarts, Lucien looked like his mind absent. Something she couldn't recall having seen before in terms of attitude, making it especially odd since he had requested the dance himself. Was this another play of him?
When he announced to not continiue further with the dance, Jenia was at least glad that they shared this thought.
"I can say the same, as on long term it just gets on my nerves, even though we did fine, she told, while accompanying the Imperial Knight offstage, "I hope that I did fine though... you looked like the whole time as if there was something troubleing you, Lucien. Is everything alright?"
There was serious concern within her voice, as she felt that it was only just if she could somehow help him. She often talked with her own officers about their problems or ordered her captains to always keep an eye on troubled crew members in order to improve the general efficiency of her fleet, so it was only natural that she would do the same for Lucien as well, if he required any consult.
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