Smuggler's Ball 2018

"Yeah this is something else." Awkward handshake aside Daniel turned to the holo and watched for a moment. "I believe this is the Battle of Cathar, from the Mandalorian Wars." Daniel grinned to himself watching the history as it unfolded. "I'm a bit of a history nerd." He laughed to himself at his 'joke' that only he found amusing.

Almost on cue once Daniel identified the battle the helmet of a Mandalorian came into view. Its unmistakable T-Visor practically unchanged in all the millennia. The violence on the holo was censored at this point showing not the near extinction but rather the few ships that managed to be sent off world that were able to preserve the species.

The Mandalorians never really change do they?

Although a rather simple statement Xeonon still found it true. All through history their race was known for their prowess on the battlefield, most recently the savage attacks that decimated the number of Force users in the galaxy over a decade prior. Although Xeonon had gone into hiding slightly before that event he still followed it closely and used his money to help the Imperial Remnant remain unscathed.

How does a history nerd find himself in such a fancy place like this? Shouldnt you be digging up old relics or reading tomes written in a dead language?

Smiling as she clinks glasses with Adrien, Vejide looks more than a little surprised when he explains that he has, by virtue of his habit of keeping tabs on other smuggling outfits, heard of the Jang crew, and looks more than a little pleased with his comment about persons of interest, prompting her to bat her eyelashes and ask him coyly, "Oh, and what kind of interest might you have in these certain persons, Captain Draykon?"

Arching an eyebrow playfully to suggest that Adrien can make what he will of her question and its implications, Vejide takes a sip of her drink while he asks her to talk about herself. Swaying a little to the music being played, looking upwards with her lips pursed in thought as she considers how to answer the question, whether lightly or earnestly or glibly or anything in between, Vejide ultimately decides, in light of the occasion and her desire to keep things light and airy rather than veering off into deep and serious territory, to give amusing and short answers to the questions, "Let's see, I'm afraid of medcenters, she mimes shivering, on account of those gowns they always make you wear? The ones that leave your bum hanging out for the whole 'verse to see? Horrifying. Tilting her head to the side with an expression suggesting she is pondering her next reply super duper deeply, Vejide pauses for effect before saying, I hope that, one day, we make that elusive Big Score, you know? The one that means retiring to some tropical paradise and never having to worry about nothing again? Nodding, grinning to reveal she knows that by now he knows that she is not really trying to put a great deal of thought into the questions beyond finding funny ways to answer them, Vejide says, Yep, that's what I hope and dream. Giving Adrien a flirtatious pout of her lips, Vejide says, As for the really juicy stuff, I think I'll save it for later, see if you are really interested. Nodding her chin towards Adrien to indicate it's his turn now, Vejide asks, What about the infamous Smuggler King? What are his hopes and fears and dreams? Bumping her hip against his, Vejide smiles at him and says in a playfully pleading tone, Come on, I really wanna know, tell me."

The Smuggler King only flashed his cocky grin when Vejide asked what he assumed was a rhetorical question about his interests in others. His interests were, of course, different for different people. And as she continued on he finished off his drink and waved to the bartender for another, pointing at Ty's drink so as not to interrupt Vejide's response. He followed along as she was talking and l couldn't help but to look when she referenced her "bum," and he shrugged in response, "Eh, doesn't seems so bad from where I'm standing." He grinned once again but this time with a particular twinkle in his eye and he let her continue on.

When she named the typical dream of those in the life, he stopped himself from cringing, the 'Big Score' they called it, the illusive 'Last Job.' It was a myth, a lie that people in this life told themselves to fool themselves into believing there was a way out that didn't involve a body bag or a cage. He doubted that she believed it herself, but he had been wrong before. "Ah, yes, the Big One. There's always a bigger score, always another job." He laughed, and humored her, "But I suppose if I had the opportunity to set myself up for life then yeah I'd probably do the same." But at least there were promises of 'really juicy stuff' later, so silver lining. It wasn't at all surprising when she flipped the question on him and he already had his answers ready. "Fears? Let's see." He pretended to be in thought for a moment, "Ewoks without a doubt. They look cute and cuddly, but they also have an appetite for people." Right about then the bartender brought him another drink which he promptly grabbed and took a sip. "Hopes and dreams? That's simple. I'm going to run the underworld one day. All of it. The galaxy will be mine for the taking." He purposefully made it difficult to tell if he was serious or kidding but that was kind of the point, he wanted to know what'd she say.