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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jul 25, 2014 19:30:15 GMT -8
500 Republica was the most exclusive residential tower on Coruscant. A building in the Ambassadorial Sector of Galactic City's Senate District, it was home to some of the most wealthy and famous individuals in the Galactic Republic and Galactic Empire. One of the tallest buildings on Coruscant, 500 Republica was a mountainous structure holding more technology and people than some entire worlds. From the square kilometers of machinery at its base that kept it running, to the spire at its pinnacle above the clouds, 500 Republica featured fifty-three sky docks, hundreds of private turbolifts, a security staff the size of a small army, and a large number of security armaments including plasma weapons in its crown, all within a tower over a thousand stories tall.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Aug 1, 2014 9:51:03 GMT -8
They came with charter. They always come with charter. That is the Banshee way.
16 came with 17 in economy class, random seats. 16 was, by number the leader of the two. She was... well, a beauty of special tastes. She was 2.1 m tall, and seen in the right light, she would be as broad in the shoulders. She was a bodybuilder of highest grade. Proud of it too, and she was the one who worked out the training program for the banshees back home in the Crucible. A real nightmare in a fight, and a good hand with performance enhancing drugs. She was raised from a winning stock of bodybuilding slaves, attending bodybuilding shows untill her masters home was raided, his stock of slaves confiscated. 16 saw the chance to become an agent as a good thing, didnt need a lot of persuasion. She is green of skin, and pleasant to talk to mostly. Not like 17.
There is an inside jokes amongst the Banshees that numbers ending on 7 are socially awkward psychopaths. 17 was no exception. She had tendencies to brutality and lacked skills in social interaction. She was red, and silent. She was new, but her test scores were so high, that the Batemans and the Named Ones decided to push her into operative status, and elovate her from somewhere in the 50s.
18 sat in first class with 19, together. 18 was the assistant of the two, due to 19s special circumstances. She would be the background support for both 19, and their sisters in economy class, until 17 proves herself to be a good background support agent. 18 was cute, but not too beautiful to be noticeable.
19...
19 is a legend. It is said she never was a slave, and she kinda still does not act like one, even if she wares the collar back home. Nobody but the Mistress, the Batemans and 19 knows her real name, and her past. What IS known is that she was picked up from jail one day after a file came to Batemans and Atias table. She turned in one day, and was pronounced Banshee and sister. JUST ONE DAY. The record at that point was six months, held up by a tusken girl. No torture, as far as anyone knows.
19 was yellow, just like the Mistress, and fat. Obese even, but a natural beauty. She had a shine about her, always happy and friendly, always active and with shining beautiful eyes. She was a force of nature, kindness and just lovely to be around. A real diplomatic asset.
The legend says that she was a con artist of high grade back on Juvex, conning slavers, companies, widows and widowers. She was about 30 when she was taken by the local authoroties for the first time, and also the last. It was there she was picked up by the Banshee way of life.
They arrived at the Spaceport and at once spread out, 17 and 16 went to the underworld, while 18 and 19 went to a large bank and opened an account for 2 000 000 '7. The money was transfared through many banks with different policies about giving out information on their clients, making the money nearly untraceable.
19 and 18 then made the tours of Beaurocracy, opening shop as a Charity Organisation for Victims of War and Poverty. They bought a small office close to the governmental district, and then to the 500 Republica.
Here, they came as rich twileks from anobis, as their undercover ID lead. They rented the largest hall in the 500 republica for an event that would be called:
THE VICTIMS OF ATROCITY CHARITY EVENT
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Post by Atia on Aug 2, 2014 12:03:07 GMT -8
They had worked tirelessly for weeks. Hiring lawyers, catering firms, security, and entertainment. They also had to call a good dosen or so other charity organisations. This was more important, because... well, they have not dealt with such before. They needed an idea on how an organisation like that is ran. So, they called charity organisations impersonating someone interested in investing, that wanted to know how her money would be distributed amongst the needy. Noting down said trade secrets, they soon implemented such, calling orphanages and insurance companies making deals to come under The Victims of Atrocity Charity Organisations warm fuzzy claw. Now, they had a basis for a charity event that looked legit and would also work according to law. Took them nearly a month. Now, off to entertaining the elite of Coruscant and the Republic. More calls.
One of these calls and intervies were the known celebrity singer, Emi-Lee Wareno. So, 19s assistant (18) called Ms Worenos agent to get an interview in for said event. A conference call. When finally getting through to her 19 put her agenda strait up.
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Hello Ms Wareno, first off I would like to say I much love your art, your songs really move me, and speak to me, so good work there! I am Koyi Zitan, and I represent an organisation called The Victims of Atrocity. We are organising a charity event in the 500 Republica in Coruscant for to help those in the republic who have been victimised by the recent horrible war with the Mandalorians. Also, to help rebuilding and keep up shelters on Lessu, Ryloth after the pirate raid that nearly ruined an entire city.
We would love to have you as our main attraction, entertaining the cream of Corustants high society for a noble and good cause. I must say, we cant offer a fee, beside standing in for your own costs, I am sure you understand.
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Aug 5, 2014 2:37:47 GMT -8
Emi-Lee was a little flustered and exhausted. Having been through a real life harrowing experience that left her a little on edge, she was barely able to muster up the necessary politeness and demeanor that she put up for everyone who spoke to her, though in truth, she would very much like to disappear and just stay invisible for a good long time, maybe go journeying with her brother, catch up with family and such. But no, she had to deal with a charity event. However, after Edworth Winningham had told her what it was for, the girl softened significantly, and tried her best not to sound wearied and burnt out.
:: It's a charity event, Miss Zitan, :: she said quietly into the comlink, :: I fully understand how it works, and I'll be happy participate in this. In fact, I would like to make my own donation. However, I would appreciate it if it can be done anonymously, my donation, I mean. When is the event? ::
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Post by Atia on Aug 11, 2014 8:08:56 GMT -8
-19 AKA "Koyi Zitan"-
Well, beside Senator Crom'nen or his stand in, Belf'Ima, you are our main attraction darling! We shall try to get back to you with a more exact date as soon as we are able, but how would between a month from now and a month plus 2 weeks from now sound? We shall try to 'X' in one of those days so both The respected senators could attend and you dont have to feel uncompfterble by the date set.
The voice was warm friendly and joyfull. If one had even more fantasy one could maybe call it sexy. Of course, that varied by preference, what came through the commlink sounded deffenetley like someone that would hold the future of war ridden civilian personell on her heart.
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Aug 12, 2014 19:52:50 GMT -8
:: A month or so is fine. I don't believe I will have any other event for some time. So I'll be there. ::
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 3:30:18 GMT -8
The smallest group of the Fourth Battalion closed in on 500 Republica in a number of different airspeeders, before they were dropped off at a number of different levels of the towering residential building, all the way from the lowest level of machinery, up to the highest level of housing.
The Commando's had unloaded their gear during the trip over and had paid their driver's to dispose of the crates, before several of the teams were dropped off on the lower levels, several of which were dropped off at loading docks to meet security there, whilst a couple others were dropped off at the base of the building, where they would drop a couple charges around the outside base of the building.
Meanwhile the teams that had been dropped off on the upper levels arrived to desks at the various levels, where they explained they would like guided tours, since their employer was going to be arriving, and wanted to ensure that not only was security was up to their employer's standards, but also the various facilities
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Oct 17, 2014 11:14:52 GMT -8
The smallest group of the Fourth Battalion closed in on 500 Republica in a number of different airspeeders, before they were dropped off at a number of different levels of the towering residential building, all the way from the lowest level of machinery, up to the highest level of housing. The Commando's had unloaded their gear during the trip over and had paid their driver's to dispose of the crates, before the teams on the lower levels set about infiltrating the machinery levels, to place charges on a number of vital systems, such as power, water, gas, etc. The teams that had been dropped off on the upper levels paid hansomly to recieve guided tours on each different level to see if they might like to stay, though that was merely the cover they used to plant the explosives they needed to, making sure to hide them as inconspicuously as possible, so as to avoid their premature detection
Infiltrating the 500 Republica was not that easy as getting past a random spaceport. It was the seat of wealt and politics, or at least, where that seat slept and ate while not using up air in the senate. Walzing into its vital parts, or just the lobby elovators would show to be a lot harder.UPPER LEVEL TEAMS (guided tours) These teams were met with lovely guide lasses and laddies, and were let to a security station where they would have to walk through a security scanner looking for explosives, poisons, unfriendly chemicals (like used in ballistic weapons) and energy cells. The security stations were well manned, and there were stand by security personell near every one of them, for situations... well, kinda like this. There was a reason for this building being the most expensive and high profile to live in and it wasnt just the Feng Shui decoration technique. People with power and money liked to live with security. Both their own, and that of proffecional security companies.
Most of these security personell were well armed, and had police or military backgrounds. Not to mention a finger on the alarm button.LOWER LEVELS They did not go many a stepps into the main lobby before they were faced with heavy scan and security equipment (just like in the upper levels, gates and scanners they would walk through). They did not even get that far though, before they were asked by a lobby-boy the inevitable question one usually get asked in lobbies.-Lobby-boy- "Good day good sirs, how can I help you?" |
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Post by Atia on Mar 13, 2015 6:11:44 GMT -8
RYLOTH CHARITY BALL
A Victims of Atrocity charity event
INVITATION: The galaxy is a cruel an unforgiving place. Pirates and rogue mandalorians have attacked and sacked the Rylothian city of Lessu, thousands have died, millions have lost their homes and posessions. The goverment is in disarray, sickness and poverty is spreading.
YOU HAVE A CHANCE TO HELP!
This is your personal invitation to the 500 Republica Main Concert and Ball Hall, where celebrities and spokespeople await your interest, and millions of suffering await YOUR aid! The Charity organisation 'Victims of Atrocity' is inviting you to an evening of live music, excellent food, gambling, learning about the Twilek culture and learning about a Twilek Tragedy.
The Program:
Event Start: 6:00 pm (doors open at 4pm)
8:00 pm - Emi-Lee Wareno, Musical Preformance
9:00 pm - Rylothian Senator Crom'nen Fell, spokesperson and vitness testemony
10:00pm - Verious Speaches
11:00 pm- Lottery anouncements with AMASING PRIZES amongs those that donate
Ongoing Events:
Lottery for donators
Roulette, Black Jack and Sabbac, all proceeds go to charity
All you can eat Buffet
Serving of drinks (all proceeds go to charity)
Please note any food alergies or preferences in your RSVP!
Security By Seleevan Khar, and Strike Force Nemesis Triton
Organiser: Koyi Zitan of AnobisA large room, several stories high, somewhat long and narrow. On one side of the room, light blazed to life, extremely bright. Drapes hung on this side of gold and red, much like the Brightlands of Ryloth. On the other side, there were no lights, and curtains hung of deep purple and blue, with ice sculptures along this wall, representing the Nightlands of Ryloth.
In between the pillars was more traditional mood lighting, where the patrons talked and danced. Against the pillars were holo-projectors, showing pictures of Lessu. They would cycle though a scene, like a home, a business, a park, or some other such scene. It showed what these places looked like before. Then, it would switch to the after. Many still had fires, and even bodies there. Some showed pictures of families, then the way the family looked after, with wounds, missing limbs, even missing family members. Particularly compelling were the pictures that displayed around the balcony where the speakers would be. Beneath the balcony was a wide view of the city, before and after. To the left of the balcony was the capitol where the Clan Council met, which was a complete loss, since it took the most direct hit of the crashing star cruiser. To the right of the balcony hung the most grim of all. It was an elementary school, showing children playing in the playground. Next, it showed the same school, destroyed. On the playground, children were stacked as one might stack firewood or bales of hay, allowing parents to come and dig through piles to find their children
At the entrence a Herald stands, introducing those that enter the ballroom. He would introduce them by name and any rank or position they list.
Half of the main floor, between the pillars, you can take a seat and eat or drink, mingle at lavishly set dinner tables, while at the back of the room ready chefs are attending a large buffet table with Rylothian specialities. Twilek imported chefs of high rank and respect. The other half, the front half was for now beset by two large roulette tables, two tables with Blackjack, and four tables for Sabbac. There were several smaller bars set up in locations where they would not stirr the main theme of the ballroom, wich was the sad event on Ryloth. Here, drinks could be purchased at rather lavish prices, but at least it was for a good cause.ooc: When you make your first post, use large font to introduce yourself through the Herald, as if your characters identity (as given) was heralded in. Also, list any special food needs you would have sent back in your RSVP for the invitation, if any.
Welome to the Charity ball.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Mar 15, 2015 5:26:49 GMT -8
-Herald-
"Seleevan Khar, Commander of Strike Force Nemesis Triton!" After the security checks making sure he was unarmed (and they went through him throughly, all but a cavity search) the Vor God as some called him walked in through the main entrence. The 2.5m tall thin creature was wearing a silken white robe with golden embroideries showing dragons fighting on his chest, their golden firey breaths going round and round his tall frame. It was an expencive piece of ballroom ware, and it did its best job of making him look both rich, respectable and friendly. He needed it, because he had a large nasty beak, and black pupillless eyes, as all Vors had. Not to mention his hands ending in nasty claws.
As the herald yelled him in, he took a good look at the man, his head leaning down to his level using his long agile neck."Man, keep your panties in a bunch. I am the first one, you dont have to yell." He was. For some reason he was asked specifically to attend as extra security. Might have been because he had the strongest naval force in the sistem. He did good on his job too. There were some LAAT gunships assisting local police force in securing the building and the close airways, and he had civilian clad officers ready to follow VIP-s home should the need arise, making sure they were not molested. This event was high profile, and many unsavoury characters could use this to scope out victims.
He walked over to the Roulette table and sat down with a bag of chips he had taken from the cashier not long before, and started his streak of loosing. As intended on a charity event. |
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Post by Crom'nen on Mar 16, 2015 15:10:07 GMT -8
=Herald=
Acting Senator Bel'fima of Ryloth, and escort.
Bel'fima, the Representative and right hand of Crom'nen entered through the main entrance, early as usual. Two of Crom'nen's regular honor guards had been chosen to act as her security, while the rest came in a service entrance and lined the stairs to the balcony where Crom'nen would be. Crom'nen had also elected not to arrive at the main entrance with his body guards. In fact, as she entered, she scanned the balconies. There he was, at the opposite end from the stage on a second floor balcony. It was not well lit there, but he could see out and be seen. He had two bodyguards with him. Clearly visible was Dunn, the one-eyed Yuzzem beast, with his sword sheathed. The other, F'rarl, was around somewhere she was sure, but Defel with a gift of Force Stealth was very hard to find in any circumstances.
Bel'fima herself was stunning, and would draw eyes quickly. Her dress was orange like a rising sun, contrasting with her blue skin. The dress covered one arm, but was even strapless on the other. It clung to her upper body, showing off her figure, but draped to the floor, keeping her legs well covered and looking extremely classy. She wore no jewelry, as was custom for Twi'lek as necklaces and bracelets tended to remind them too much of slaving collars. Her head-wrapping was formal, a fabric that seemed to shift from gold to silver depending on the light and the angle, leaving her long lekku to hang down to the small of her back. She was a vision of elegance, quite the contrast from the two red-skinned warriors behind her wearing the black warrior garb of their people, which covered little of their honed bodies. Armed only with ceremonial, blunted daggers, they hung back, knowing their duty was to protect, not speak nor in any other way interfere.
She took one last glance at the balcony, at Crom'nen in his finest purple robes. In the secret Twi'lek language, her lekku twitched a simple "You look nice," then she turned her attention to the room. The room was set up perfectly, using many of the suggestions her office had sent over, as well as the images. This charity had also taken many of their own liberties, making the room complete. She then surveyed and memorized every face in the room, mostly function staff thus far, and proceeded over the the room's only other notable occupant, the Vor.
Thank you for coming this evening to support my world. I am Bel'fima, and you are?
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 17, 2015 9:39:04 GMT -8
-Herald-
"Aya D'Ordinii, Chief Executive Officer of MandalMine Collective & Elder of Mandalorian Clan D'Ordinii. And Escort." Aya was not an especially tall Zabrak. At a hundred & sixty centimetres she was actually a good bit below average height. She had also let her horns grow up instead of the usual practice of trimming them down, which combined with the fact that she had one centred above each eye gave her a vaguely sinister look to many eyes. Her dress was a simple white, sleeveless affair that hugged her curves before flaring out at her hips & ending just above her ankles to show off her bare feet. Her only jewellery was a pair of gilded, but still obviously functional vambraces. From one shoulder hung the black half-cape that served as her badge of rank in Clan D'Ordinii. Rather than the standard choice of cloth however, Aya's half-cape was the glossy, silky, black pelt from some exotic beast.
Her escort was a woman of average height, but was still nearly a full head taller than Aya. The escort wore a suit made in a rather simple cut, but from rather nice material & obviously custom tailored to fit her. The escort's own armour was limited mainly to a pair of pauldrons, following Aya's lead of using understated armour to emphasise the cultural connection. The escort also wore a half-cape, Though hers was of white silk. The only armament either of them bore was the light vibrofoil hanging from the escort's belt.
The escort took two quick steps down the stairs before half turning & offering her arm to Aya. After resting her hand gently on the offered arm of the escort, the two proceeded more sedately down into the main area of the hall. |
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Mar 18, 2015 18:24:01 GMT -8
The Vor looked up every time the herald used his voice, memmorising name and rank and face. These people could come to good use at some point, or at least he had an idea whom not to bother for the time being.
What really pricked his side was why him. Why call him for security? There were hundreds or so jedi surely more apt at holding peace on this little party. Unless.... Unless he is an attraction to pull in the curious and advanturious. That thought hit him hard. He was a sith lord for forces sake, even if in incognito. He had conquered (with help) this word twice, and they would insult him in this way?
Maybe. Maybe not.
The roulette table was full, besides the two seats on either side of the tall vor. Most people here recognised him and stood clear as much as it was respectable. He bet, sometimes won but mostly lost. He played for the games sake, and was actually using Fleet combat strategies for putting his chips. There he sat, watching people come and go, baffled that some people were even allowed weapons (while the security chief was stripped). No matter, he had the Force, and no other tool was better.
He was just about to go back into conteplating both the desserts, and the reason for him being invited in the way he was when a stunning twilek woman approached him. Now, Seleevan Khar was at a dilemma. See, he liked twileks, a lot actually but he is supposed to hate them. It has to do with a yellow twilek slave the real Seleevan Khar once owned, and the grudge still stood, based on some minor missunderstandings (like said twilek abbandoning her part of a deal and stealing valuable military equipment and.... a battalion....). This of course was lowly known and even rarely talked about, but chances were that it would come to the surface one way or the other, so he would have to keep being snotty with the Wormheads.
Or, as the evenings festivities aqquire, respectable.
He pulled a couple more credits from his sleeve, handing it to the custodian and recieved some more chips before answering. Turning his gaze down on the woman (he was still several heads taller, even sitting) the black eyes slightly mirrored her as he took the woman in.
"Seleevan Khar, Commander of the nemesis triton. You know, those warhships in orbit. You are Bel'Fima, Senator, was it? My guess is this party must be your doing?"
Herald. Mandal Mines, Executive officer. AyaD'Ordinii. Memorised, archived under "To DO".
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Post by Crom'nen on Mar 19, 2015 5:33:11 GMT -8
She glanced to the herold, learned the name, and turned back. No, actually. This was done by an independent group. I merely acquired the holos from sources in Lessu. I am just pleased that others have taken it upon themselves to determine that there has been enough death. It is time that all beings of the galaxy, regardless of species or affiliation, to stand together.
Her mind quickly raced through what she had learned about the ship in orbit, which was surprisingly little. She had been preoccupied, and not kept "in the loop." She knew others tried to run him off, but he claimed to have refugees aboard. The fact that he was still here meant he must have had something to offer... right? My understanding is that there are others who owe their lives and freedom to you, yes?
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Mar 19, 2015 14:44:42 GMT -8
"Sounds nice and cosy."
His game got him only 20 credits back, loosing some credits on single number bets, winning some on the small bundle and black. He went for low bundle now, setting his chips on low numbers and went with black again.
"Lives? Yes. I had empty cargospace, and people were dieing. I am a great hero and a fine humanitarian."
His basic was good, but some sounds came through that huge beak badly. Biological hinders in communication. He had a small gas mask hanging from his ornate belt, he took it and inhaled deeply. It was well known amongst those that has met Vors that their lungs are extremely sensitive. Of course, Lord Khar has fixed this problem with a simple filter installed into his body, but he still tried to hold up a facade of weakness.
He also sounded sarcastic.
"The only ones oweing their lives to me are my crews. I used the refugees to not get blown out of space when I showed up. In a galaxy where millions die a second from natural causes, a couple thousand lives plus or minus is not a big achievement."
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Post by Crom'nen on Mar 22, 2015 4:50:57 GMT -8
The Twi'lek's head tilted just a bit as she listened. The Vor reminded her so much of Crom'nen. Not the public Crom'nen, but the real Crom'nen she saw in those private moments. She spoke now with the same gentle tone she used to remind Crom'nen of doing the right things.
It matters to them. And regardless of your motivation, you stood up and did what was right when others would not. If everyone across the galaxy followed your example, this would be a much better place to live. And events like this would become unnecessary.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Mar 24, 2015 6:37:36 GMT -8
If everyone followed his example, organised chaos of military operations would flood this galaxy where everyone wanted their little piece of it, and grow that piece. But he didnt say that, he nodded simply, and waited for the ball to stop in the roulette. Low number. He won about three times his stake. If he didnt have a beak he would have frowned. He came here to loose. He took his winnings and redistributed them in a random manner, trying to fight randomness with randomness.
"I appriciate your words. Thank you."
As he was done putting his stakes, he leaned down with his long neck towards the woman, serious conversation was to start.
"I heard what happened your planet. Things like that happen all over the galaxy, and there is only one way to stop it. Active, well trained and maintained protection. Army, fleet, Military Command. When the time comes to spend this money, what will it be? New houses that can be destroyed again, or a powerfull defence station, so the rebuilt houses will stand?
It is because of men like me, that you need men like me, Senator Bel'Fima."
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Post by Crom'nen on Mar 24, 2015 7:47:35 GMT -8
Bel'fima smiled at his wise words.
Indeed you are correct sir. But do not underestimate the Twi'lek warriors. The pirates were repelled when they hit the ground. We have our Chir'daki to fight in the air. Indeed, it is my hope that the new Clan Council will decide to acquire capital ships to combat the threats. But tonight's hosts have chosen to prioritize recovery over prevention, though, as you say, both are necessary.
From the balcony, Crom'nen watched the conversation, but currently focused more on the Mandalorian women. He was curious about their appearance, causing him to wonder in Intalbo might also make his way here this evening.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 24, 2015 8:29:41 GMT -8
As the charity ball began and persons from across the Republic, Coruscant and elsewhere converged upon the spot, Nicademus would approach the 500 Republica area. His stride only pausing to gaze up at the millions of skyscrapers that pierce the very fabric of the space above. Coruscant may be all metal and artificial, but it was still a jewel to gaze upon; from the ground and in space. His eyes would glance away from the sight, noting the two Imperial Knights escorting him. Anya Syen stood to his right as a recent addition to the order's ranks with Darren Spar, a veteran of the Imperial Knights, to his left. A rather small security detail, something the Emperor had been rather insist upon with his advisers. As they headed towards one of the entryways to join the charity ball, Nicademus approached one of the heralds and told him who they were. The herald would turn and speak out to those gathered.-Herald-
"His Imperial Majesty, Nicademus Delvardus, Emperor of the Galactic Empire!" Those words sure did catch eyes and ears from across the sea of persons. While Imperial intel on the Republic was mostly up to date, Nicademus wondered if the Republic's intel on the Empire was out of date, possibly having only information prior to Lord Sinistra's sudden disappearance. However, intelligence was not his suit, the Emperor left that for Mr. Bateman. This venture had nothing to do with intelligence. It was instead his first public appearance, outside of the Empire, to the galaxy and he didn't want the machinations of his Empire ruining that.
As the Emperor walked down in his regular Imperial officer's uniform, he reached out, taking a drink from a passing waiter. It had been a long time since he tasted anything from the Coruscanti category of drinks and cuisine. Kuati was alright, but if anything, Nicademus missed his homeworld of Eriadu's cooking and flavor. He took a light sip of his drink, walking through the narrow isles between crowds with his two Imperial Knights following him closely behind. Nicademus had wished he could have come without security, but his councilors were ardent that he at least bring two Knights to watch over him, despite the fact that security was being handled by a third party. Thankfully the Imperial Knights knew how to behave.
Nicademus would approach some of the donation tables and examine their purposes and what the money would be used for. The Imperial wanted to make sure was fully aware of the function and thus be able to participate where he could. He never enjoyed being left out nor having a lack of knowledge. His eyes glanced from table to table, his stride pausing for a moment to listen about the donation's intent at each passing station.
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Post by Crom'nen on Mar 24, 2015 13:10:48 GMT -8
From the balcony, Crom'nen studied the new Emperor. He knew, though he doubted other Senators had the same information about a different Emperor, but who had remained a mystery, even to him. Kuat was quite secretive these days. This would be the first public appearance of the new ruler. Speculation and discussion would dominate the news cycle, further distancing his past controversy. This was good for him.
How good? That depended on how much of his message got through. And what the Emperor believed. He had received no further message from his agent, so even whether or not she lived was beyond him.
Crom'nen caught Bel'fima's eye, after she too had taken note of the Emperor. He tapped a single finger on the balcony, barely a noticeable movement.
=Bel'fima=
Please excuse me, Mr. Khar.
The Blue-skinned Twi'lek virtually floated in a line, not too direct, toward the Emperor, her orange dress barely seeming to move as she floated across the floor. She came to a stop a few yards away, in respect to both the Emperor and the guards. She put her arms to the side, bowed slightly at the waste, her eyes looking to the floor. It was a perfect semblance of one of many ancient imperial greetings.
=Bel'fima=
Excellency.
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