Smuggler's Ball 2018

Mack, Ryder, and Dax work to complete the preparations for the First Annual Smuggler's Ball, an event for all the writers of JvS and their characters.

"Why are we doing this again?" The Rodian for some reason asks this question now instead of earlier when the plan hatched, perhaps because this is where the scene begins.

"Because Scott and Adrien are both egomaniacs." The merc says as he begrudgingly polishes the bar. "And we're not even invited."

"What? Why not?"

"Because someone is too lazy to write us anymore unless it's for a really bad joke" They both look out with a knowing expression at the writer, Scott.

"Guys, I promise I'm going to use you guys as soon as I can, I just haven't had an opportunity. He lies.

"Will you guys just get back to work? We're running late as it is."

"Nah it's cool, everything is set up, I used a cheat code. Kthxbye!"

Scott snaps his fingers and the trio go back on their shelf, their very dusty shelf, to be used sometime in the future. Possibly for next year's Smuggler's Ball. But who knows? Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Anyway. Where we're we? Oh yes. Clears throat.

It has been a long time on Jedi vs Sith since the community has gotten together for no reason at all other than some egomaniac wanted to throw themselves a party, kinda like that Stark Expo from Ironman 2, you know the one where Tony made the grand entrance from the jet? Only a person completely full of himself would do something like--

Clears throat.

Right, sorry. Anyway, the stage is set, the bar is stocked, the music is playing, and the dance floor is open. This should be a party that almost no one will certainly remember for the rest of their lives! And don't look now, here comes our illustrious host. The man, the myth, the legend, the savior of Nar Shaddaa, the creator of the Smuggler's Alliance (more like co-creator but who's counting?), the mind behind the JvS Hall of Fame, Former High Councilor---how is this relevant?

Grumbles. "Just read the cue cards!"

Fiiiiine. Anyway. The Smug....gler King! The one, the only (hopefully) Captain Adrien Draykon!

Adrien comes out smiling and waving to his adoring fans, with his permanent marker in hand. "Thank you, Thank you." He waits for applause to subside a little. "Thank you. Now shut up, it's my turn. Seriously, sit down." He waits just a moment longer. "It's been a long time since we've all been together for something like this, I think the last one I was at was back on Facebook, well it wasn't me really, it was Scott's original main Lord Mortious. He had no idea what he was doing back then. Anyway I will keep this short, thank you all for coming, the bar his open, it's free because I was told I couldn't charge admission or for imaginary drinks, so have fun with that and make all of your character suffer some sort of liver damage. Back on point. Most importantly talk to people you don't know, make new friends and have fun. Thanks again!"

Adrien leaves the stage and the party begins.

Han Der, the less than famous Jawa Smuggler, stepped from the shadows and proceeded into the Smugglers Ball. He’d never been to one of these things before, but it seemed like a respectable enough event. He was clad in his classic cowboy getup as he made his way through the doors and over to the bar. Tipping his hat towards Adrien as he passed by the man, doing the same again to Ami as he arrived to the bar. Propping himself up upon one of the stools and ordering a Tarisian Ale through gestures alone before turning toward Ami-Lee It’s the Doctor! Oh wait, nevermind, you’re a doctor, not the Doctor...

Amy glanced over at the rather curiously dressed Jawa, and arched an eyebrow at the fact he used a translator, “Yep, I'm a doctor, not this The Doctor you speak of. Ami-Lee Westar.”

The rest of the crew hadn't arrived yet and truth be told Daniel had no idea how he had even gotten here but here he was, dressed in his only suit and apparently ready for a party. Just through the door there was music that he seemed to gravitate toward, but once he was inside he cared very little about the music, it was all background noise for the people here. He saw one particular person who didn't seem to be talking to anyone so he made his way over to him. "Hello, I don't believe we've met, I'm Daniel Logan." He smiled and extended his hand to the man.

Noting the brief frown that precedes Auri's acceptance of the invitation to have a drink together, Dikeledi almost but not quite regrets extending the invitation, and is left with the impression that she and Vejide may have inadvertently interrupted something. Taking her cue from Auri, Dikeledi follows her to the bar, figuring that Adrien and Vejide can always join them should the two Draykons find being separated too insufferable.

Nodding with a smile as she raises a hand to get the attention of the bartender, Dikeledi confirms, "You've guessed correctly. Ordering a Tevraki whiskey for herself and another of the elaborate looking cocktails Auri is drinking since she had said she would be wanting another soon, Dikeledi turns towards Auri and leans against the bar as she asks, What about you then? Tilting her head to the side as though attempting to divine Auri's vocation from her appearance alone, Dikeledi guesses, Not a smuggler? Smiling as she considers Auri's cocksure demeanor and the more than slightly mischievous glint in her eyes, Dikeledi goes on, Not on the square though, are you? On the grift, yeah?"

Auri tried to lean seductively against the bar, she inwardly cursed the stupidly high heels she had decided to wear tonight and deep down craved her combat boots, but she still wanted to appear the perfect icon of sophistication. She raised the drink to her lips and smiled at Dikeledi's questions on her occupation before taking a sip while she considered how much to let known with her answers, eventually she lowers the cocktail and looks her in the eyes. "I do some specialised work for a Hutt, normally of a kind that requires a gentler touch to appropriate the items or information. I prefer to spend my days on the ground than sailing through the stars, and its good work, I'm always meeting new people at least." She laughed at joke without waiting to see if Dikeledi got it. "I wonder if any of my family could have managed to live a completely honest life? It was definitely in my blood to be on the wrong side of most people let alone authorities."


She glanced over at where Adrien stood, before looking back and starting to raise her glass again, "I didn't imagine this life for any of us though." She sipped her drink to cover the slight wistful look that had come across her, by the time the glass had lowered the usual teasing look had returned to her eyes. "Did you always dream of being a smuggler, or did the universe conspire to bring you here?"