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| - The room was lit in a simple yellow/white light and the floors were specially cleaned and prepared for an event that would hopefully fill the Grand Hall and other portions of the ship with guests and nobility from across the galaxy. Sith nobles and various guests were admitted from the Fortress on Ziost, Sith and Non-Sith alike going through a rigorous security screen before being admitted to the shuttles that sent passengers aboard the Baleful Edict, a monster of a ship, along with its heavy military escort. For a number of days Malign's personal fleet would serve one purpose, a tour and cruise of Sith Space along with VIP guest and nobles. They would tour the galaxy from the perspective of the Sith and enjoy the finest drinks. In the Hall, music played from an orchestra stand and stations for drinks were placed around various parts of the hall for the guest. As someone entered they were declared to the audience, name, rank, and station, if they warranted or requested it. The event was considered a formal attire event, but species and taste sometimes collided and made for a colourful evening. For now, the Dark Lord has not made his appearance. Amid the sea of formal attired beings moves one who is quite at home among the elite. Well perhaps the credit elite, politics and such were arenas he avoided. But this, now this was his sort of grind. He grins as he stops to pick up a drink in passing and nods to a few folks. A high ranking customs officer is actually someone he knows. Noting this he raises his glass to the officer and offers a pleasant nod of recognition. His silver hair this evening is pulled into a tight braid that hangs below his shoulders. he carries himself with a bit of an aristocratic air. The Turbolift arrives at the Grand Hall and when the doors slide open, Salin's making his way out of the lift. Clad in his station's uniform, he brings his hands behind his back, clasping them together, as he takes a quick look around. Then, he begins to press forward, working his way into the crowd as he begins to look over those who have gathered. (speaking in Basic) Ferrak enters from one of the many doorways leading to different corridors. Holding the door open momentarily to gaze about the room becoming quickly populated. A few people line up behind his massive figure blocking the doorway inside and the Doshan steps forward into the ring of conversing circles. Pausing at somebody he recognizes, he slaps his massive hand on the humans shoulder and whispers something to him as he passes. Nodding with a grin as he keeps moving. The thorough search, well, while Ash had been a good girl and remembered to put most of her stuff away, she had been caught with a couple of knives on her. These she had given to an ensign, without looking sheepish. Boarded the ship, with luggage stowed, after a thorough check and then well, off to the grand ship. She is poised and well dressed, not yet in full formal swing; her clothing though will pass for the time being. Her things checked and double checked, she leaves her droid to tend to her belonging and knocks upon the doors of her crew that makes up the entourage. Ash arrives as herself, Captain Lazure of the Bloody Harlot, those who need to know her true affiliations know, and she doesn't seek to make it a grand thing. Stepping out of the turbolift once it reaches the correct level the Nagai confidently strolls out. While she may feel naked without weapons and armour, she smiles confidently, wondering how many others are unsettled by it. She makes her way through the crowd, mingling and greeting politely and making introductions. A young Chiss walks in through the doors to the Grand Hall, he is dressed in formal Sith Uniform and his rank indicates that he is a Captain. He is the new Captain of the Leviathan Class Star Destroyer, Lying Dream. He looks at the area and hmms, he dismisses his guards behind him, "Dismissed. Wait at the door." he says to them and walks inside... Jek steps off the turbo lift with Ash and the others of the Bloody Harlot. He'd take up a position behind the captain as he walks. The Echani has a grace of a trained martial artist in his movement. Though he tries to keep his expression neutral, it was another day and another credit. Though as he enters the room his eyes take in all the Sith in the room and starts making calculations. It has been some time since the Mandalorian Warlord has been seen in public since the battle at Kamino. Having taken some time to meditate and to gather his thoughts, the ball located on the Sith Flagship was a fitting return to the public eye. Apparently, the Mando did not get the notice for formal attire, and without much surprise, is still in his trademark blood red Mandalorian armour, although his helmet is tucked under his arm as he strolls into the room, his eyes narrowing a bit to compensate for the change of lighting. Ariana steps with her Captain, happy to be by Ash's side. The woman idly brushing back hair from her eyes as she walks. The woman does her best to act something like human for her Captain. Seeing all the people and aliens, however, Ariana has to suppress the very valid urge to picture the room filled with dismembered parts and blood all over the walls. She lets out a wistful sigh as she stands there, before she says to Ash, "We really need to get some prisoners that I can have some serious fun with..." She grins faintly as she pictures her quarters covered in blood as he dances in the middle, adding as an after thought, "I'll keep the dress clean... Captain." She giggles more than a little as she continues to picture that, adding, "That Rodian's blood was pretty colourful... maybe a Rodian prisoner I can have fun with, Captain? Since you won't give me any kitties..." Behind Ash and just a smidge to the left, is the Green and Blue Mando'ade with an empty spot where the blaster holster usually is on that left hip. There was a bit of an odd look over when Carnylla was recognized as a Mando who wasn't a part of the Sith War machine. Then when the armoured figure (who appears male) pointed out that the Stun Cloak attached to the armour was disconnected from its power supply, the power packs from the mini-forearm blasters had gone AWOL, and the big capacitor built in is fully drained of power. The T-Visor surveys the room as the male vocoded voice issues forth, "Relax. This is a party Captain. I'll be on my -best- behaviour." Oh, so encouraging. Tyy'sun Eson makes his way into the Grand Hall, his cloak pulled about him, a dark cowl slung low to cover his visage, his lekku tucked back underneath the gaberwool fabric. His presence here is a wild card, his history with the Sith a tale of betrayal and torture, his ire at Darth Malign knows no bounds. But the arrival of the invitation to this event was not only a shock, but an intrigue. A Friends of the Sith Empire ball. Either the Sith were assuming that time heals all wounds and that further business might be conducted with the Maffi crime family, or Eson was about to be served up as a side snack for the guests and drawn and quartered as general entertainment. The only reason the crime lord has arrived today is due to a combination of overtures from Axel Vichten about resuming family business and a chance to witness first hand just who the friends of the Sith really are, and just what this is all about anyways. Rage looms only inches from beneath Eson's quiet and cloaked exterior as blue/grey orbs scan and flick to the various faces gathered on the great Baleful Edict. The crime lord keeps to himself, having chosen to enter first and alone of his entourage, which have been given quarters. Tahn stops to chat with a few well dressed socialites, an oddity in his mind for the Sith Empire. But then again all cultures have their social elite. Even the shadows of theBlack market had its upper crust. he tosses back the drink and hands it off to someone in passing and picks up another. The beaming smile never falters and he is quick with a witty retort or a point of view on a financial matter. When words bring up his business he simply nods and hands the being a business card. He wasn’t here to do business he was here to socialize, possibly to get slotted and whatever else happens to fall or sit into his lap. As eyes survey the room, Salin's spotting a couple of people that he happens to know and he's giving them curt nods of his head. When his gaze falls upon Cantrell, though, he's lifting his brow ever so slightly, a smirk beginning to play across his lips. Movements are adjusted and he's beginning to head through he crowd, in the direction of the red-armoured Mandalorian. (speaking in Basic) Ferrak nears the turbolifts as Ash and her crew exit off the turbolifts. He spins to head in their direction, a smile coming to his face as he approaches. "Aah, I see everyone is alive and well, Ash" green eyes glancing to her flanks to see each crew member. "how have you been? long flight?" he reaches back and pulls a drink off of a server’s tray and sips it. Sadim Gnik has developed refine tastes in fashion, and felt no need of changing his normal designer outfit for a ball of this type. His presence could be explained in many ways, he was a colleague or friend to at least three other attendees of greater importance then himself, almost making the short trip he took to get here unimportant. As he enters the room and looks around, the academic smiles widely, looking to rub elbows with those here he does not know. After all it is social gatherings like this that often give one the chance to prove they are over greater worth in the designs of others. The lavish affair is the first for Kaley among this particular group of beings. But it is obvious by her poise that this isn't her first lavish affair. Her dark hair is perfectly pinned in place and her sleek black dress is immaculate, perfect down to the last seam. As the music that fills the room touches her ears, she smiles a quaint little smile. As she reaches the doors to the Grand Hall, the doorman speaks with her quickly. Her smile widens and she waves him off. Tonight, she'd rather join the party without being announced. Perhaps, should the need arise, someone will call attention to her publicly later. For now she wants a drink and to get a feel for the room. "That is... so reassuring," she purrs to the Mando, "Ariana, manners, my dear. Remember, these people have power and creds." She smiles pleasantly. Snatching refreshment off of one of the passing servers, she poses for a moment and contemplates the hall. Turning to Ferrak, she smiles, "I am still in good health. I believe you know Sarge and Ariana." She grins, "Jek," she nods to the Echani, "Is one of our newest members. I am thinking of a sort of uniform for my people, what say you to that idea?" she inquires of the Doshan that she actually does respect. Ash's eyes continue to survey. Sweeping into the Grand hall the silver skinned woman carries herself with an air of confidence and distain for this entire affair. In Leiko's mind it was a petty and trivial affair. Yet, here she as her attendance was not so much requested as expected. She held no weapons, yet she was never really unarmed. Still this was a dangerous crowd. Violet eyes shifted over the still assembling visages, the few she knew confirmed exactly that. She moved to find a place where she watch, and wait for the real show to begin. Ariana looks over at Ash as she says, "I am having respect. I'm not saying I want to kill them, I'm only thinking it." She huffs as she folds her hands beneath her breasts as she grabs her own bit of champagne from a passing server. "No trust in me at all... after all I've done," she says while following Ash. Frowning as she says, "Better then last time you took me to a party... all I could think about what little pieces of everyone around the room." The main doors of the hall sling wide open as a group of droids, unarmed, carry a massive obsidian chair into the room. The group work carefully to not push or move people in the party, but manage through some feat of mechanical dexterity and strength to place the object on the raised dais. Once placed the droids leave the room through a side door. Drinks continue to circulate and music fills the room but keeps a respectable volume to allow conversation. The room, as expected, fills with the light roar of a crowd of beings talking to one another. The Sith Empire's reach had become deep and its diversity made it as effective as the Republic in thought and design and its martial practices made it as organized as the Empire. Fear was a powerful tool and the promise of power another equally intoxicating one. To say the crowd was rough might be a misnomer, but the crowd was probably more vicious and calculating, than any group that might come out of a shady Cantina. VIPs of a different sort begin making their way into the room, the red cloaks as some have taken to calling them, Malign's personal agents, his Knights. Tonight their cloaks were option as shown by some, but others of the twelve wore their red caps and embroidered with their numbers proudly. Among them was the Legion General Siege, the massive droid steps into the room wearing his cloak, the number two clearly printed on it. The droid general moves to the stage and stands quietly by the empty throne. (Atmosphere Emit by: Malign) "I thought you would understand." intones the Sarge (Carnylla). Her eyes flash under the helm as she spies Cantrell's distinctive armour. What's going on behind her eyes is likely difficult to discern, but somehow, the brain inside that helm resists the urge to say something snide to Ariana. Force knows how it resists, but it does. "I haven't seen the... Warlord... in some time." to Ash. The Chiss Captain known as Seth looks at the area and hmms, he steps towards the bar and chooses a non-alcoholic drink, he does seem to look for a familiar face, but he can’t seem to notice anyone, he shrugs and enjoys his drink alone... "A drink, m'lord?" One of the passing servants offers his tray to Cantrell. Quietly nodding, the Mandalorian obliges and takes hold of one of the glasses, stepping away from the servant as his eyes continues to scan between person and person. His face darkens at the appearance of Tyy'sun, gripping the glass firmly in response. What he'd do to lop off one of his lekku in retaliation for his betrayal, but he opts to remain civilized...at least for now. "Aruetii." (Traitor.) Cantrell mumbles under his breath as he brings the glass up to his lips, taking a slow sip of the drink. His attention to Tyy'sun is interrupted by the arrival of Siege, but does nothing to acknowledge the arrival of the droid General. Jek nods his head in greeting to Ferrak in a way of greeting. "It's a pleasure." The Echani says to the Doshan. The mention of uniforms causes Jek to furrow his brow for a moment. "Your doing good Ariana." He looks and then to Sarge. The armoured man gets a shrug. Jek hated formal parties. Tahn the appearance of Siege garners a look of recognition from the near human and he offers a casual nod and pardons himself from the conversation. Seeing someone he actually appreciated. Working his way through the crowd he closes the distance between himself and the immense droid general. Once in what would be casual organic speaking distance, though for the General that would be several hundred yards and perhaps high orbit if you had the right gear on. The near human raises his drink and offers a slight nod to the droid. "General, it has been an age." he smiles and gives the Droid commander a once over for newer parts, the intrepid droid had been in the middle of more battles then Tahn would likely ever see in his entire life. But also some of those battles were ones drawn up and laid out by Grand Admiral Fel, not an unpleasant time in the near human's memory. For the most part and with an exception or two. Claiming a glass of his own as a server moves past, Salin brings it to his lips so that a small sip can be claimed. Movements are stopped only by the arrival of the throne and Legion General, causing him to give a slight nod of his head. Then, he's looking back over towards Cantrell, his obvious intended target for the moment, and he resumes his movements in his direction. (speaking in Basic) Making his way to the bar, Sadim looks to be in his element, he may not know all the players but in the past few years he has gained experience in dealing with the rich, famous, and powerful. He always had the experience before, but being able to drink side by side with important people is of far greater appeal then encountering them at a parent-teacher conference where you are forced to tell them their little sithspawn is under achieving academically. Sadim takes a gamble at the bar and orders a 'Tarisian Ale,' one of his favourite drinks but one difficult to find too many places. "You are doing well, Ariana," Ash intones to the woman. She cannot say what she truly wants, not with all of these beings or even in her chambers. Instead, she focuses on the drink and sips it, enjoying the complexity of the flavours within. "Cantrell?" The Nagai looks to Sarge then follows her view, trying to spot her burc'ya. Smiling as she sees his armour, she remembers when he got that beskar'gam, she makes a mental note to greet him and see how he's been. It's been too long since she's received formal orders from him. "Yes, armbands or some such. Easy enough to put on and keep ourselves aloof from official." She smiles at Ferrak, "now, if you excuse me." Ash inclines her head and starts to mingle farther into the crowd. She didn't want to lose sight from Cantrell. She was nearly back and at home with her unarmed self. It was good to be at a formal party. Ferrak says "A pleasure to meet you Jek. Is this your first visit into our world? Was it what you expected?" he asks with a slight grin. His eyes turn to see Cantrell as the others do and he quickly turns his head back to the other in Mandalorian armour. "Have you met him?" he asks to her. "Would you like to?" adding quickly. Ariana continues to follow along with Ash as she moves around the party. For the moment she is content to meet people with Ash. She figures that if anyone sees her as something important or someone to talk to they will come to her. Her green eyes watch everyone as she hmms faintly while watching them. "A team such as ours functions better if our unity is within our behaviour and our coordination... and with -you- Captain. Not when denoted by a dress code. But if you decide that a uniform is necessary, I will submit." offers the Sarge as the hands of the Mando clasp behind its back. And then a dry chuckle from the armour as Carn says to Ferrak. "Oh, I think the Warlord and the Captain have met, on many occasions. The universe is far smaller than most are aware of." And that said, Sarge nods to Ash and gestures over towards Cantrell to indicate the direction to find him/her at. Once that's done, the blue-green armour starts to stroll through the crowd in that direction. Jek shakes his head, "This is my time to your planet, sir." His eyes glance over to the other Mandalorian’s. Then back to the Trandoshan, "I have heard that your people are skilled warriors and hunters." Jek's arms crossing and a slight change in his posture shows that Jek is relaxing a bit. "It's an honour to be here." Servers continue to walk among the party goers. Their trays are constantly refilled with a wide varied drinks and goodies to please any pallet. As a server passes Kaley with a tray of a sparkling beverage in a tall glass, she sweeps up one with grace and immediately brings it to her reddened lips. After a small sip, she raises the glass even with her topaz eyes and gives it an approving look. She moves through the crowd to the bar and catches the attention of the bartender. "What is this?" She asks simply. He responds politely and goes about his business. "It's lovely." Kaley says to someone near by that seems confused by the exchange. The droid's red photo-receptors (Siege) turns toward Tahn with its expressionless face plate but somehow the twisting of his head showed the droid to be a bit surprised someone would approach him at all for small talk, "Ah." he exhales in an artificial expression of surprise, "Admiral Fel, it has been a while now." his own scanners seem to search the near-human for 'new parts' as well, "Welcome to the ball, if you pardon me for small talk, I am on duty as chief of security." his eyes shift over the audience, "The Dark Lord mixed the room as is hoping enough chaos would balance into something more stable. My sensors read elevated blood pressure, increased body heat, and laboured breathing in several areas of the room though." The droid's head turns back down toward the man, "Please enjoy the ball." (Malign's NPC Pose) Snickering, Ash nods. "I know Cantrell from my time as CEO. He and I... well, we were good friends," she smiles. "I just felt so bad for leaving without a word," she intones, as she gets closer to the Mando, hopefully he will hear her voice. She looks back to Sarge and nods, "I know that, but it would be easier for us to claim... jobs if we left our mark." She grins at the prospect, though the jobs they had done, well; there are reasons for them being silent. "Burc'ya (friend), it's been a while." After some time of focusing on events to his satisfaction, Eson stops a passing servant and pulls off the cloak, revealing himself, his formal corporate robes flowing about his lithe crimson frame, and his tattooed lekku furling proudly around his shoulders. He has not been accosted or even spoken to, and so it is evident that this will not likely be a trap after all. Sending away the cloak the crime lord likewise sends for a few of his entourage to be escorted into the grand hall. Very well then. If the Sith wish to speak with him, or Malign wishes his attendance he will attend. The future is decided by the present, and the past, and there-in the future relations between the Sith, the Corporate Elite, the wealthy and the aristocrats and crime lords with the Maffi crime family shall likewise be decided based on the experience of the ball. One of the many servers that are flitting about approaches Leiko, and he is dismissed was a curt wave of her hand. The Nightsister had better things to do than play dress up. 'Typical' she mutters as she watches all the self serving creatures continue to preen and puff up. Continuing to watch the different members of the Sith Military and the other guests, she can't help but purse her lips and mildly shake her head. She felt like a fraud, but no more than the others that were here. But there were powerful people here, ones to keep an eye on, and that might make it all worth wild. Ariana continues to follow around Ash like a little shadow. The insane human woman able to amuse herself for the moment with pictures of various attendees in varying states of dismemberment. "Hmm... Ash? Do you think you should dismember someone at the joint, or just willy-nilly where ever? I like willy-nilly where ever... makes for some fun poses that you can make," she says as the macabre woman continues to follow along with Ash, not really noticing the people that she is talking with, other then what kind of corpse they may make. It's been awhile since Cantrell has been in such a situation where he's been surrounded by a mass of people like this and they aren't attempting to shoot at him. This makes the seasoned warrior a bit uncomfortable; however he did not wish to disrespect Lord Malign by not attending. Continuing to watch the crowd from his claimed position, he finishes the remainder of his drink and places the glass on a passing by servant's tray, unaware that he's the target of some wanted conversation. Hearing the familiar voice, however, does strike a rare smile on the Mandalorian's face. Turning around to face the source of the voice, Cantrell studies her for a moment in silence before speaking. "Burc'ya. Indeed it has." His armoured hand grips onto Ash's unprotected shoulder with an unassuming raw strength, letting out a quiet chuckle of amusement. "I apologize for my absence. I have been a busy man." Ferrak nods as Carn and they pass. nodding to Jek with a smile "well I'm off to get a refill" he says as he finishes his current drink and begins moving off towards the bar. Setting the glass down on the table, he points at it after catching one of the bartender’s attention and turns around to lean up against it and observe the crowd. A patron to his right scooting over to make some space for the general. He glances again back to Cantrell and the different groups of people approaching him from different directions. The Doshan chuckles to himself and crosses his arms in amusement. Tahn chuckles and nods politely to the Droid General and looks around at the assembled and seems to take the observations of the droid with some interest. But does not bother it further with small talk, the greeting was entirely the point and it warmed his heart to be called Admiral again. Though he certainly wouldn’t admit such a thing. Still with the greetings exchanged, he moves back into the sea of guest and muses on order from chaos. There was a certain bit of twisted logic in the concept; it was something he found easier to grasp these days. Chaos and logic. At the summons, Isharn enters from the other room and from her tall height her red eyes scan the room for the red lekku of the big boss. She wipes her long black hair over her shoulder to sit against the bare top of her back and then takes her long strides immediately to Eson's side. A silent nod and a gentle smile her only manner of greeting as she stands there calm, cool (very important), and collected. Jek breaks off from his group and makes his way towards one of the servers. His hand reaching out for a glass of wine. He picks it up and takes a drink of the glass. His eyes scanning the crowd for people that he might know. He catches sight of Isharn and remembers the Chiss from the other day. Following the Isharn into the room as he adjusts his jacket. The Iktotchi is not used to dressing up to such occasions and knows he needs to represent his boss well. Staying closely behind Isharn as she approaches the crime lord, Vael gives Eson a slight nod of his head as he passes the crimson Twi'lek and takes a position standing behind him. He scans his surroundings and sees a lot of unfamiliar faces, and stays alert. Laughing, Ash grins and pats the Mando on the arms, "You got my messages though. We should catch up." She smiles and looks him over, "You seem to have been doing well." As she hears Ariana's words, Ash turns to look at her helmsman. Yes, she's always like that. "I think you and L'ck would have a better discussion on that than I. I do not dismember, no matter what rumours may say." She chuckles and looks back to Cantrell, "She's one hell of a pilot and infatuated with my ship," She chuckles and moves to introduce her crew with her. "You know Sarge," indicating the Mando in green and blue, "this is Jek, a good and honourable man. Ariana, who flies my ship..." she trails off as Jek leaves to go to the bar and shrugs. "We have L'ck," she says, smiling. "He should be up here soon." She almost turns giddy. Ariana shrugs her shoulders a little as she says, "I'm sure you do. You just don't want to admit to." She frowns as she looks at Cantrell, before she says, "He'd look better without his feet." Yes, that is Ariana greeting a Mando, and yes, it is better then her saying he'd look better without his head. "Feet are all the wrong proportion... should just cut them off. Unless he'd let me cut his toes down a little... or maybe more a few bones here and there." She offers an innocent smile as she stands there. You wouldn't hit a crazy chick, would you? "Su cuy'gar (Hello, or literally: You're still alive!) vod." says Carnylla towards Cantrell. An arm is offered forwards to the Warlord, "It has been some time indeed. You are wearing the Beskar'gam well. I trust your buir's ijaat remains as justified as the day I watched you earn it." And of course, as Carn refers to -it-, she gestures to Cantrell's Armour. And this time.. -this- time she can't restrain herself as she turns that T-Visor towards Ariana and intones in that bland male voice, "Some things are not said... to, or about... those I hold dear... please." Wow, that mando said please. This must be more than Carn's talked in armour on entire -missions-. Seth, the Chiss captain is still drinking his drink without speaking to anyone; his presence scares away many young officers from drinking alcohol... Tyy'sun turns to his associates and returns Vael's nod, his expression one of serious contemplation - though that is not to be confused with agitation with his Family, it is known that there are tensions between Maffi and the Sith, at least known to those who attend. Eson gases at one of his lieutenants, the Chiss female Isharn and nods to her as well, his lekku writhing slightly in communication to her as he speaks, "Welcome to... the ball." he says with a smirk. "There is Tahn." he says to her and Vael quietly... "Corporate Sector Direx. Used to be one of ours if you remember the days of prosperity over New Kala'uun. How things change...” he scans the room more, sees many more faces he could discuss, and perhaps will. "Sarius will be with us shortly." he says. Wondering once more how Ash managed to convince him to attend this, L'ck quietly makes his way into the room. He makes an effort not to reveal that he his limping, afraid it would be like throwing a bleeding pig into a pool full of sharks. The Verpine tries to make his way through the crowd, looking for familiar faces, while making certain that no one accidentally bumps into his left arm. The lighting in the room suddenly shifts from yellow to red. The orchestra goes quiet and then suddenly changes songs to something with a more halting beat, the Sith Empire's own version of the Imperial march. The doors open in the rear as a number of black garbed figures pre-empt the Dark Lord himself, the crowd is parted so there is a clear path to the throne. Malign enters wearing his black cloak, his flesh covered by white linen underneath though he walks barefoot, across the obsidian surface. He slowly makes his way to the throne as Siege bows to greet him. With a quick twist and a flicker of his cloak he is seated, a servant hands him a drink in a large jewel encrusted cup and he leans back and sighs, the height of Imperial decadence before him. He waves his hand and the black garbed warriors depart, the music goes silent, and the Sith Lord prepares to speak to a gathered audience: Hazel eyes drift over the group, "A bit more impressive than our first ball on Trandosha." he admits, "Welcome Sith, Friends of the Sith, and honoured guests." he bows his head lightly, "It would be easier for us all if this event held little meaning or that pasts with some individuals here never occurred, but everything has meaning and though purpose sometimes remains unseen it is hidden in the currents below the surface of our very flesh." He gestures as the walls seem to peel back on one side of the room until the halls outside could be seen and then panels move to show a view of space, "Ziost is a capital of the Sith Empire of ancient times, moved from Korriban which was turned into a tomb world for the Sith traditions ancestors. The Sith Empire and traditions of the Sith extend over the millennia and predate much of the galaxies governments. Allow this to be a tour of our history, you were all called here for a purpose, if will become apparent as our travels begin. Each of you have been assigned a guest room on my ship, some groups a suite. Everything has been taken care of to secure a safe and enjoyable trip. This ball thus is more than a ball, but a cruise and diplomatic mission." The Sith rises holding his cup, raising it up, "May all your bonds be broken through strength and passion." He drinks and the lights go back from red to yellow/white. Holding his hands behind his back Vael stands near the crimson Twi’lek. He looks over at Tahn as Eson points him out and scans human male from afar. He is unaware of the relationships that his boss has with these Sith and it doesn’t concern him that much. He is there to represent his boss and will not act unless he is told to do so. Although he might have his own judgements on the attendants of this party they are irrelevant. His thoughts and actions belong to Eson, and he continues to stand near him listening as the boss explains the situation. "Indeed I have. Your words haven't fallen to deaf ears." Cantrell nods slightly, his attention interrupted by the...strange woman. Listening quietly to Ash's introductions, his attention is diverted to the familiar looking armour, a pleased smile forming. "Ahh...olarom, vod, and the same goes for you." Gesturing towards Carnylla's armour. When Ariana speaks, the Warlord's face darkens at what he presumes to be a threat, his hand balling into a fist. Before he gets a chance to speak again, however, Malign's fanfare causes his attention to divert to the Dark Lord. Sarius drifts in as Tyy'sun mentions his name to the rest of the associates gathered with him. His footsteps are slow and meticulous, pale yellow eye's scanning over the room slowly as his black and yellow tattooed hands come up to tug firmly at his leather hood, facial features completely hidden from visibility. This situation isn’t one of comfort for Sarius, with a light nod of his head, Sarius acknowledges Tyy'sun and the rest in the group. His eyes begin to search for a dark corner, seeking comfort as usual in the shadows. Just as the Sith Lord begins to speak, Sarius' eye's flick onto Tyy'sun, a slow shake of his head follows. "Trust nothing you hear." Are his whispered words as a few steps are taken back into one of the shadier corners. Ariana looks at the Sarge as she stands there, looking between the two. "What?! I didn't say that he would look better dead?" The crazy woman jerks a hand towards one of the servers, "Now... /she/ would look better dead. " She shrugs her shoulders before she adds, "S'not like I'm even going to do anything anyway. I ain't crazy enough to go against an armoured Mando... or kill anybody in her," she stops as Malign enters, his form catching her eyes, before she looks back towards Cantrell and the Sarge, "In here, because there is a Sith lord here, and it might make him angry... and I might get turned into Ari-soup." Tahn perks up at the arrival of Malign and even listens to his words with interest, but it is the view of Ziost that truly takes his attention. He gives a brief glance around and when he catches Sadim in the crowd he gestures to the world with his wine glass and gives a nod as if expressing something of interest. After the pronouncement by the Sith-in-charge, Isharn places her hand on Tyy'sun shoulder and inclines her head to his earknob to speak softly to him. Her hair falls forward a bit obscuring her mouth but the glow of her red eyes remains as a testimony to her lineage and resolve. Tyy'sun nods darkly to Sarius as the Zabrak enters and approaches, before turning and witnessing the grand entrance of Darth Malign. Brow furrow and tattooed lekku stiffen at the sight of the man, and Eson's memories begin to flood into his blood and mind, bringing with it a boiling ire. Though the crime lord is practiced with etiquette and formality, and does not stir from his stoic stance, his expression and lek betray that outward calm. The crimson Twi'lek stands with his entourage and listens to what Malign has to say, his eyes absorbing the view of space through the ports, and the glowing planet dominating that scene.. Ziost.. a world Eson has hardly heard mention of. Ziost, the foundational and historic world for a powerful Sith Empire that the crime lord once fancied joining himself. A nod to the Zabrak as the sentient whispers his warning and Eson watches him revert to the shadows of the corner, knowing the watchful Sarius will keep his eyes and ears on situations that Eson may miss, and that the safety of the Family is foremost on his mind. He listens quietly to Isharn's words and nods silently in response. Spotting Tahn's gesture, Sadim raises his glass of Tarisian Ale to mark the move. While a linguist by trade, Sadim wears many academic hats and the mention of a Magical History Tour is definitely appealing. Sadim takes a sip from his ale glass and moves in the direction of Tahn, feeling it as good a place as any to begin mingling. Jek is taking a drink of his wine and watches the whole scene from the arrival of the Sith Lord. His eyes flickering over to his crew interacting with the other Mandalorian. He sits his glass down and begins to move quietly and gracefully towards them. Turning minutely to peer towards the Sith Lord, Carn narrows her eyes within her helm. "Just like a Sith." she mutters darkly. ".. I wonder if that includes our bonds to be kept -here- any longer than we desire to be?" Then the gaze turns back towards Ariana and she gestures to Cantrell as she mutters, "parer (wait).." and then to Ari she looms a bit closer. "Please, unless you wish to provoke the Warlord of all the fleets of the Sith, who happens to be standing before you... then you may do well to not voice such thoughts about anyone present... at all." Of course, there's a bit of derision when she says the word 'Sith' like it's almost a curse to her, not something to sing praises of. (And yeah, just to keep things straight, Carn looks like a dude still!) Indeed Sarius' eye's and ears are on his surroundings, mainly the guards and the Sith lord himself. Ziost.. The planet in the viewing port... Not of interest to him and his endeavours. Sarius slinks deeper into the shadowed areas of the room, slipping and sliding as if he's comfortable just being where he is. He traverses the entire room in moments listening to idle chit chat, which probably isn’t so idle at this moment. Sarius' pale yellow eye's flick over to Carnylla for a moment from beneath his leather hood, lingering for a second but no longer as other pressing matters grab his attention. Once satisfied that he's gathered a good amount of intelligence from the room, Sarius returns to Tyy'sun's side, hands shoved deep within his hooded trench coat’s pockets. "I don’t like this. Something..." Then his eyes scan over the room once more. "something isn’t right.. The Sith do not hold events like this without a shadier purpose." His words hushed enough for the group he's aligned with to hear. Gah, curse all these taller beings, L'ck couldn't spot anyone he knew threw the crowd. Well, maybe someone will spot his antenna? He decides to make his way over to the drink table. Grabing a glass, he takes a moment to examine it, and then smell it, before deciding it seems safe enough and taking a sip. "Ziost is a known world to you all. You have visited it and have thus come here. Let our tour begin." Malign smiles waving his cup as a server approaches refilling it with coholl. The panels move to a sealed location and unannounced to the audience the ship leaps into hyperspace, the feeling to a seasoned pilot or warship captain my beat noticed, but otherwise the only sign might be a light shake of the glassware. The room was full of interesting people; but their emotions are what the Dark Lord of the Sith would feed on, their fear and hatred. He could smell the turmoil and a healthy layer of apprehension and confusion. Slowly, Malign rises from his throne, the massive Legion General Siege stands to its full height and follows the Dark Lord as he decides to begin mingling, and the red cloaks (more of a voluminous cape) begin to rally around him, his loyal protectors, and perhaps the twelve greatest warriors in the known galaxy, though two were missing. Hazel eyes shift and the Sith Lord finds himself among a number of high ranking officers off to one corner speaking to one another. Each seemed to be competing for missions and favours. Tahn mingles, seeming quite pleased to be here, the approaching Sadim is given a nod and he is positively relaxed. Stopping by a near human female from some far world and compliments her on her dress. Gesturing to it with the hand that holds the drink. "Exquisite...opulent, hugs the lines just right." he tips his head to her escort or husband, be whatever the case maybe and informs him that he is indeed a lucky being to have suck a treasure on arm. Oddly the remark is sincere and not just fluffing for the party, when the ship slips into Hyperspace. He pauses for a moment as if recognizing the sensation. One of the medical officers spots the Verpine and falls into step with him, "The Cap'n is talking with a Mando that she and Sarge are familiar with," the human woman smiles and points out where to find his sister. Given a promotion to head of the Medical Bay must mean that there's some sort of relation between the Verpine and the Nagai. And just like that the medical crewman disappears into the crowd. Ash meanwhile just chuckles at Ariana's comments, "She is harmless to those I care for," she says to Cantrell, eyeing the psychopath. "If she is behaved I promised her a present." Ash smiles kindly then fall silent as the lights change. She idly listens to the voice of the Dark Lord. Now he may have fun with Ariana's head. And maybe teach her to control her inner urgings, but Ash falls silent and smirks. "Passion indeed," she says as she shakes her head. "Ariana, Cantrell is amongst my small circle of Friends, do well to remember his armour and give him aid." Jek is intercepted by sight of L'ck. He changes his direction and goes to greet the doctor. He raises his hand to the Verpine, "How are you doing?" He says extending his hand out to L'ck. "It's good to see you again. How you been?" Tahn wanders through the crowd and sees a familiar face, with the grace of one used to moving through such parties. He angles on his target, not ever looking directly at them. But taking a round about course that shifts and weaves. Till finally he comes into orbit of his chosen target. With a nod to those clustered around the woman and a softly spoken "Pardon me.", he leans closer from behind and bumps the back of Ash's head with the open palm of his hand. "Pardon me...but have you learned restraint and patience yet?" the remark is said with a bit of amusement and he stays standing where he is to force Ash to turn to see who would thwap her head. Eson seems to be a manifestation of all the feelings in the room. Fear that he was a fool to accept the invitation, that he would be forced to confront Malign in an impossible circumstance where the Family could not hope to prevail. Hatred for what the Sith have done to Family prosperity in the Empire, for the loss of his thumbs, for the fact that he stands stoically and formally before them as an honoured guest and that his Family would see him make this decision. Turmoil at his urge to strike and lash out here and now, yet knowing it is not the reason why he is hear. Confusion at why he still possesses a kindling of interest and awe at the notion of the Sith, since a padawan names A'kani once whispered of their powers to him in a dark alley on Tatooine, so many years ago. Pride also manifests itself within him, and a strength of perseverance that has seen him and the Family through dark times. But the crime lord is disciplined. His penchant for outburst and violence is best kept on the streets where it affords the Family an underworld inertia. Here it would only get him and his destroyed at the hands of military figures whose fighting abilities and battlefield experience the Twi'lek might only guess at. With curiosity, as well, the crime lord watches, his attention never quite leaving that of Malign since the Dark Lord's appearance. And while the ship fosters its way into hyperspace, the crimson Twi'lek nods to the Zabrak. "The Sith are poised differently now that they have established an Empire. Where once we ferried them through the Coruscant undercity as guides through the darkness, Malign's greater plans seem to have blossomed. It would seem even they are able to evolve." "She better behave, burc'ya..." Cantrell lets out a quiet growl as he turns back towards Ariana. "...otherwise I'll be the one to find out if she looks better without her head." He finishes the comment with a wicked grin for the crazy woman. "Please, the both of you, enjoy the party. I wish to...discuss something with an old 'friend'." The Mandalorian's teeth grit together as his gaze ends over towards the tattooed Twi'lek, though he turns back towards Carnylla and Ash, his hand resting again on Ash's shoulder. "Do tell the Doctor I wish to say hello to him." Letting his hand slide off of Ash's shoulder, he walks past the two, staring down Ariana as he looms on past her, his heavy gait shuffling towards Tyy'sun and his entourage, returning any gaze from the rest of the guests with a nod of his own. Having reached a position where he is close enough to talk to Tahn, Sadim remarks, "Well you must be enjoying yourself quite a bit my old friend." He sips his ale and looks around before saying back to Tahn, "It seems as if you have some kindred spirits around here. This is really quite the gathering. We never had parties even a fraction of this intriguing back on Deralia." L'ck smiles, thanking the medical officer who helped him - first order of business when he gets back on the ship, actually learn the names of these people - and turns to try and look in the direction indicated. He nearly falls over when a voice surprises him from the side, but manages to catch himself and turns around to recognize Jek. "Ah, it's you," he says, grinning, as he extends his good hand to grab the offered one, "I was looking to try and find a familiar face. Have to say I'm surprised, first day out of the fish tank that I find myself here." Ariana is quite possibly crazy enough to stare right back at the Mandalorian while he passes by her. Giving him a cheery wave and a smile, "He's nice... needs to learn to loosen up a little, but he is ni-." That is when she realizes that Ash said more gifts, "More presents, Ash? But... really... haven't you spent enough on me?" She grins as she moves to hug her Captain, and give her a kiss on her cheek. Yep, she likes Ash with her insides on the inside.. since then she gets presents. Spinning about, "Why you!" she growls, before catching the voice, then the words. She looks wide eyed at Tahn, then smiles then looks somewhat sheepish. She brings a hand to rub the back of her head, "Mr. Tal," she whispers, not sure how to really react to the man that she abandoned post on. "I... For the most part," she responds, "Do you have a moment?" Ash is thrown off balance by the one person who has managed to win her full extension of loyalty. She feels Cantrell's hands slide off of her and she ignores those around her, her attention fully on Tahn. "We.. should talk perhaps." She half smiles, trying to get her emotions and logic under order. After Cantrell, this man also has a right to kill her on the spot, should he even realise it. Sarius listens to Tyy'sun's words, disagreement in his eye's but his tone remains even and straight. "They have a position of power through working in the shadows. Do not think that it is above them in continuing to do so.. Outwardly they might seem poised differently, though their methods never change." Simple and to the point is Sarius' message, his past learnings of who and what the Sith are about coming to light as he whispers to the group he's involved with. Just as the ship lurches slightly into hyperspace, the rattling of glasses grabbing Sarius' attention, he looks once more at the Dark Lord and then back onto Tyy'sun and then Isharn. "Do not open the Family to any of the dangers involved with them.. We have more... pressing engagements." Sarius' words still calm and even as he speaks, though his eyes continue to remain at odds with them. Breathing through his nostrils the tall Iktotchi stands near the rest of the family as his attention is stolen from the Darth Lord. As the near-human male Tahn approaches the family, Vael feels the tension in the air, and knows that he should be as alert as possible. He doesn't know the history between Tahn and Eson. As a matter of fact he doesn’t know the history between his crime lord and anyone in the room. He slowly walks a bit closer to Tyy'sun and slides over near Barrien. He gives Barrien a small nod trying to get an idea of what could transpire. Working hard to bite her tongue so that she doesn't say something to piss off her Captain, Carnylla just shakes her helmeted head. That's when Ash is -whapped- in the back of the skull, and the Mando is moving without thinking. "Step back!" Commands the voice from within that armour as she immediately steps between Ash and Tahn. This happens pretty much as Ash is initially growling at the guy. Then when the tone of voice changes from Ash, Carn simply stops the whole interpose thing and says, "Captain. I presume this man has permission to strike you without retaliation?" Tahn looks at the Mando with a tilt of his head and seems about ready to say something and then shifts his gaze to Ash. "I have a few moments yes." he shifts his gaze back to the Mando. "Were this a true attack, you wouldn’t have seen it or me." he assures the female and then gives a beaming smile. "But after events with the slaver and such I can see where you would over compensate no?" Jek nods, "That's kinda what I thought." Then he pulls back his hand. " The captain and most the regulars are up here." He points in the direction of Ash, Ariana, and Carn. He catches sight of potential situation beginning. "Doc, we might go see the others." Then he turns and heads toward Ash and company. She doesn't react much to the kiss upon her cheek from Ariana. Ash's attention is upon the black man before her. "This man has never struck me, Sarge, find L'ck, and keep him safe for me." She finally returns Ariana's hug. "Stick with Sarge, and please keep your thoughts to yourself." She regards Tahn, then hides her smirk. He was pushing buttons. "You are doing my trick." She accuses him then moves to get between Sarge (Carn) and Tahn, "Come now, lets view the stars," she says gently. Sadim steps back a foot or so as the greeting between Tahn and Ash is made awkward. As Carnylla takes offence at the activity Sadim almost looses his drink out his nostrils in amusement. Regaining composure Sadim take another proper sip of his ale and says, "We are all friends here....or at least we should be." Taking another sip Sadim sets down his drink and states, "It seems like you must have all been having some fun in my absence" Ariana frowns at Ash as she stands there and she says, "Sarge doesn't like me... I don't feel safe with him. Think he might shoot me in the back just to shut me up. Probably would make a gun out of thin air just to do it too." She nods her head as she stands there, firmly convinced that that is what the Mando will do. Ariana frowns at Ash as she stands there and she says, "Sarge doesn't like me... I don't feel safe with him. Think he might shoot me in the back just to shut me up. Probably would make a gun out of thin air just to do it too." She nods her head as she stands there, firmly convinced that that is what the Mando will do. Tormen enters from the turbolift and moves immediately into the crowd. Pausing as he breaks into it to gather his bearings. He knows there are others from the CSA here. Already mingling as the party has already started before he could pull himself away from intrigued others on another part of the ship. Taking a few more steps into the crowd. The human catches sight of Tahn just as the hostilities almost took place. Smiling widely to himself, Tormen makes his way deeper in the mass. Eventually making his way to the bar and grabbing a drink off the table. Looking over casually he catches sight of Kaley and smiles a bit. "enjoying yourself?" he asks to the woman. Not quite able to put a finger on what she is. Human features, but still strangely different. There's a dangerous stillness in the blue-green armour as Tahn says those words. The male vocoded voice issues forth after a brief pause, "Yes. After incidents such as that, I will likely overreact in protecting the Captain and any of her crew." That said, the helm nods to Ash and another few words come out, "Good to see you again." is said to Tahn before Carn moves to escort Ariana away, "I will not let anyone harm you at all. Least of which your own mouth. Your brain I cannot fix, but I think it is well beyond the capacity to be repaired." Another sip of his coholl as the Dark Lord shifts again from a group of officers and slowly makes his rounds through the crowd nodding to various dignitaries, it was clear his 'rounds' were reserved for individuals with the most influence and rank he had become a delegate when it was regarding the issues of state. His expression never changes, a sort of cross between neutral and fatherly, as he greets his follows and officers. Cantrell was here, one of his two warlords, though the Mandalore himself might also be considered a warlord of sorts though outside the spectrum of authority answering only to the Dark Lord himself. Quietly he excuses himself and withdraws from speaking to a host of nobility to spy on Cantrell of sorts, for now he keeps his distance, sipping on his coholl. He waves for one of the Knights following him to approach and he whispers something to the creature who bows and slips off apparently leaving the room. Eson nods darkly to the words from the Zabrak, the advice flowing over him as so much truth and re-invigorating his own similar determinations. "Rest assured.." is all he says of the matter now, his gaze lingering on the swirl of hyperspace visible through the massive view ports of the ship's great hall. He then lingers on Tahn momentarily, noting the man's ease of social movements through the field of Sith allies, and his ability to speak freely with the hulking droid general. Tahn has come into his own, that much cannot be denied, and he has surrounded himself with powerful individuals. But it will not make a difference when finally the time comes that Eson's hatred will wash over the man like so much flame over parchment. "If that man so much as takes a step in my direction, Sarius." he decides, recalling the last time the executive engaged Eson verbally during a social affair. "Intercept him. I'll not have his blade of a tongue poaching on our enjoyment." The crime lord looks to Vael and Isharn, then focuses on the Chiss, "Let us have drinks.. " he says to them both. "I certainly could use one." Taking in a deep breath, Leiko leaned against the wall. All the pageantry seemed to her a bit contrived. In fact, after Malign's entrance and incantation nothing more interesting happened. The woman yawned, not a small and demure one, but a wide open mouthed one. She didn't even manage to get her arm up fast enough to cover it, her pointed canines peeking out past her drawn back lips. All she needed was the word, Isharn bumps her hip against Vael and then rotates her body the axis of one heel in the direction of the bar. Again she wipes her hair back over her shoulder to lie against the bare of her blue back. And though she doesn't speak verbally, her body posture definitely agrees with the sentiment of refreshment. She breaks away from the close little gathering and begins to feel cooler immediately with the new air rushing against her legs as she takes quick steps to the bar. "Then let mine do that, vod." The Mandalorian interjects, stepping into Tyy'sun's view, his head tilting back as he sizes the Twi'lek and his cronies up a bit. "Let me guess...the Jedi left you high and dry, and now here you are, willing to lick the Dark Lord's boot for a handful of credits?" His voice cuts the air like a vibroknife through butter, adjusting the helmet tucked underneath his arm. "And to think, I considered you a friend once." Throwing a glance towards the Chiss and Saurian, Cantrell lets out a bit of a sarcastic scoff. "You're lucky you were invited, vod." Still unable to see them, but trusting Jek, L'ck hurries to follow after him through the crowd, his single good antennae standing out above the heads of most others. He is quite curious as to what kind of events will be transpiring tonight. Tormen takes a sip of his drink before setting it down, still mostly full and meandering back into the crowd. Catching sight of Sadim in his wanderings, he decides to head his way and grins as he approaches. "I recognize you" he says briefly to the man when he's close enough. Bringing his finger up he taps his nose with it while thinking. "The swoop league, that’s it! I don’t believe we have met face to face yet...Tormen Bre'Vado" he smiles and extends his hand. I believe I am one of your sponsors. If my people have done their jobs that is." his smile grows wider as he finishes. "I am looking forward to the upcoming race." Sarius heeds Tyy’sun’s words and pushes back into the shadows, a slight nod in acceptance of his orders causing the hood atop his head to follow in the motion. A slight moment passes and Sarius is within his comfort zone again, no fear or hatred noted just yet, only alertness as his eye's travel about the room, landing directly on the man that he was directed to stop. As his Family moves for the bar, Sarius follows from the shadows, only to be stopped in his tracks by some words directed to Tyy’sun by someone other than the man he was told to keep at bay. A moment passes and Sarius pushes through the crowd in the opposite direction of the Maffi members and Cantrell, looking to most that he has abandoned his group, though in reality he uses that as a diversion. He pushes in the opposite direction and then circles back around, using the crowd as his blending agent. Again some time passes and he's behind Cantrell, though a few yards out, plainly in Tyy’sun’s view as he awaits something more. Tahn gestures for Ash to follow him towards a view port and also waves Sadim over as he moves. "Now tell me what you have been up to my pet." he beams a smile at the woman and tosses a glance back at Carn. "I see you have gathered a bit of a following these days." he looks over at Sadim. "Feel free to follow, just give us a few moments if you would be so kind?" that said he turns his attention back to Ash. Vael nods to his crime lord and looks down at Isharn as she bolts for the bar. He turns and takes a step towards the bar behind her and stops and looks in the vicinity of Tyy’sun and Sarius. He doesn’t feel comfortable leaving them behind. He walks slowly towards the bar and stands near Isharn with his back to the bar and facing the crowd. His attention still remains on Tyy'sun and Sarius in the back. He leans towards Isharn "How many of these guests do you recognize?" He asks her as he reaches into his jacket to grab a cigarette. He knows the cigarette will cut the tension for him a bit. His precognition seems to be itching as if telling him that something might transpire. He is too far from home to think about using it. He lights up his cigarette and blows the smoke away from the Chiss remembering she doesn't like the smoke, but at a time like this he needs the smoke. It was only a matter of time before someone opened their trap. Cantrell, however, comes as a slight surprise, the crime lord not recalling crossing the man in the past, but then, in acts of war and betrayal it would not surprise the crime lord to learn that the Mandalorian has been lied to and brainwashed through whispers and mission briefs. Eagerly, the crimson Twi'lek steps away from his position, and carries himself out from the sidelines of the great hall and into the open, to stand before Cantrell with a smirk about his features, his lekku writhing about his shoulders. His blue/grey eyes bore deeply into the man. "Tell me, Cantrell. How is your family? I trust your uncle is still farming safely." Only those who have been members in Black Sun would know the culture of such a statement from Eson. It is not just a veiled threat - it is a declaration that Eson is in some way responsible for the protection of those beloved by past members of his court. Fashionably late, the Aruzan walks the edge of the room, her cerulean gaze hovering over the strangers before her. Tilting her head a moment, Ysanne having been unarmed of her knives flexes her slender fingers idly before pushing her dark braid over her shoulder. The bar is ignored, passing by it as she stirs her path towards Sarius. Taking a wide arc out, she casually lets her eyes slide about, giving the three some time to talk as she gets behind the Mandalorian's peripheral. The woman keeps her distance, but slowly her lithe figure draws ever closer. The reflective body glove ensconsing her form and adorned with a tied sash at her waist her cowl left loose about her shoulders. Sadim's head jerks around a bit as his interest is torn between Ash and Tahn, and then the introduction of Tormen into the mix. With a brief nod to Tahn and Ash, Sadim replies, "Why don't you two take a bit longer to talk....I will try to catch up with you both later, it seems I have a conversation of my own to engage in." With that Sadim quietly withdraws to turn his attention to Tormen, "It is very nice to meet you Mister Bre'Vado, you are the Chief Executive Officer of KDYSFS yes?" Extending his hand to the CEO. "I am Sadim Gnik, recently named Chairman of the Galactic Swoop League Board. It is quite convenient to have run into you here as I was hoping we would have a chance to talk before our first race. If the figures our people have worked out are correct thus far you are looking to be our biggest initial sponsor and I am looking forward to being able to use swoop racing to make willing increase your sales through clever and well place advertising efforts." Ash regards Ariana, 'Fine you can follow along, my dear.' She regards Sadim, 'You,' she laughs, 'I've been wondering what my first mate has been up to.' She grins, 'Found a pretty thing off of the ship?' she inquires in a teasing voice. She knew the First Mate wasn't happy, given that she started spending more and more time looking out for her crew and jobs. 'You still on for that head thing?' she asks in a whisper. Ash looks surprised at Tahn, and works slowly to understand her native tongue. "After I sold my stocks, I bought a Marauder, the Bloody Harlot. In six months, I have avenged L'ck's death, kills several slavers and been acquiring a mercenary crew that's loyal." She smiles at him, and resists the urge to hug him. "Of late, a few jobs that we shan't speak of here. And, L'ck is alive!" She laughs, happy with it. Ash looks out to the stars, "I apologise for leaving my post, Tahn but... I had to." She looks back to him, hoping that he isn't upset with her. "You should come to my suite, we can talk. I'll have L'ck search if for bugs." She snickers. Ariana nods her head as she continues to silently shadow Ash, while various homicidal acts continue to run through her mind as she watches everyone. Tormen smiles "I am pleased to hear that chairman. And of course more sales, mean more funds for advertisement." he says nodding a bit. His hands fall to the side of his robes. "So how goes the planning for the upcoming race? Many participants registering?" the man reaches back without looking as a drink server moves by with a tray. Grabbing a glass he brings it back in front of him. "I will have to make arrangements to travel to Thyferra. Always busy as you may well know, with all your tracks to manage" as he finishes speaking his eyebrows arch slightly "What planet is the league based out of? have been curious about that for some time" sipping his drink casually after he speaks. Jek comes up to Ash with L'ck not far behind him. He raises his eye brow at the sight of Sadim. He lets out a breath relaxing, "I thought there was going to be a fight." He looks at the others gathering and shrugs giving them a smirk on his face. Despite his role in the party, Malign could become a shadow with the best of them, seeming to drop off the map of the party only to appear between Sarius and Tyy'sun standing quietly. The Sith sips his coholl and gives the Zabrak a curious glance before shifting back to Tyy'sun, "Security outside the arms of my protection is an illusion." The Sith Lord stands purposely to prevent any intervention between the Mando and Tyy'sun's conversation by his Dark Jedi friend. The mention of his uncle and well-being causes the fires of Mandalore to burn bright in Cantrell's green eyes. The temptation to outright gut the Twi'lek where he stands rages in his mind, and his blood boils fervently. Knowing the old tricks of the Black Sun are being played. However, the Warlord does not go through with his desires, instead he steps forward more. "You may hide in words now, Eson. But you can't hide forever." Letting out a frustrated growl, the Mandalorian moves past the party, bumping hard into any of those close to Tyy'sun. "Shaadlar, hodar." He growls out in Mando'a the words to move out. Sarius listens on, but catches Ysanne through his periphery, eyes trained on the figures currently talking to one another... Cantrell and Tyy'sun. Sarius' hand comes out of his pocket to gesture the Aruzan to his side, noting with a brief hand gesture over to the pair in /Veiled/ conversation. The Sith Lord, Malign catches Sarius' pale yellow eyes, his body not moving an inch, knowing that this man feeds on emotions from others quite well. Just as the curious glance is tossed onto himself, Sarius gives a slow nod of his head to the Sith Lord, the hood that covers his facial features moving with the simple motion. "Protecting my interest.." Is all that Sarius says in regards to any of the words the Dark Lord has spoken. L'ck forces his way behind Jek, grimacing when one of the guests accidentally hits his bad arm. Finally Jek stops, and the Verpine look at where they are. He tilts his head when he sees Tahn - the man looked familiar, possibly someone whose picture he has seen before - and then looks to Ash, "well, captain, you're as hard to find as always. Quite a party, don't you think?" Seemingly unaware of the goings on behind her with her fellow party-goers, Isharn points out to the bar staff the drink items. She catches a little reflection on a bottle and gazes a murky view of confrontational posturing. But something else catches her attention, another pair of ruby eyes, instantly the possibility of tension disappears from her expression and she smiles at her fellow Chiss. "abari k'aratan loomia ch'tra reparti visvia loomia ditomass krathkree she'karthal she'karthal k'aratan loomia visvia reparti she'karthal visvia pholopistaria ch'tra taarlabareth bnareaa ditomass" Her head bows slightly in that respectfully demure manner as she communicates with quick lips and tongue. (speaking in Cheunh) Her wandering gaze considers those around the red crime lord, watching Cantrell push his way past. Ysanne considers him a long moment as she continues towards Sarius. As she approaches wariness settles over the woman. She steps up at his right side, remaining a foot or so away before she nods to Tyy'sun and then studies Malign. It is he that sends a shiver through her and a thick apprehension coats her. Muscles tense as the blue woman nods finally to the Sith. Seth nods his head politely, he smiles warmly to her, "Far too long." he says, "I am Stas'et'hasarana." he introduces himself, "I serve to the Sith Empire for at around 14 years. Away from home for about 15 years... I am Captain of the Flagship, Leviathan Class Star Destroyer, Lying Dream." Feeling somewhat like a fresh entrant into a spice mine prison, Eson is in no position to back down from Cantrell. Knowing that his Family is watchful brings some ease to the Crime lord, but so too does the crime lord know that Cantrell's abilities in combat are nearly legendary. The crimson Twi'lek would through himself under a speeding maglev, however, before being talked down by anyone in this hall in front of his Family and his enemies. Such is the mark of a crime lord of Maffi. Such is the mark of doomed beings the Galaxy over. As Malign appears something within the back of Eson's mind curls up and dies in fear, realizing that this might be a setup. But it becomes evident that the Dark Lord intends to ward off Eson's advantages in the interest of fostering the standoff between himself and the Mandalorian. The thought that perhaps he was baited here for entertainment re-emerges in the Twi'lek's mind and inwardly Eson allows the rage to well up, knowing it is the only strength he possesses to ward off the situation should it come to blows. Malign's warning of security is taken at face value. Indeed this is Malign's territory, and if the Dark Lord wishes it, Eson would lay dead before the night's festivities end. As Cantrell's rage flows over his face and the Mandalorian makes his remark, Tyy'sun stands his ground. And as the armoured man moves off, leaving the standoff unattended, the crime lord remains in his stance, watching him go. It is good that Cantrell decided to do so. Good for everyone involved. And good for Eson. The Twi'lek makes no movement to stop him and says nothing more, his reference to Cantrell's uncle the most effective response he could have had to the man's poison tongue. Once he is gone, however, to Malign Eson's gaze travels.. now here is a standoff the crime lord easily knows he is not prepared for. His chin raises, and his eyes narrow. He faces the man, his lekku tightening. He asks the question that has been on his mind since the arrival of the invitation. "Why have you invited me here, Malign?" "I am anticipated a great level of success in the very near future. It is not entirely clear yet how big of a turn out we can expect on the first race. It will take people a little transition time to get used to an official professional swoop league operational again, but I think once we get our name and endeavours out there we have the potential to bring swooping to the forefront of galactic entertainment in ways it has not been before." Sadim seems clearly pleased to speak of the leagues plans, "As for our headquarters we are still working at getting all of our corporate offices in place. The recent success of some underground races had taken the board a bit by surprise, and I have had to place a quick pace on operations to ensure we were able to 'swoop' in and take control of the situation. We have managed to sanction 13 tracks thus far and we are working on producing a holo-periodical called Swoop Illustrated which will given an in depth account of the many facets of swooping." Sadim pauses to take a breath and snag a drink from a passing tray. He takes a sip and continues, "We are hoping to open up a few offices around the galaxy, but we are currently leaning towards making the one on The Wheel be the corporate headquarters. With an organisation such as ours it is important to encourage activity in all galactic powers, and of the various locations we plan to have offices in, The Wheel is most neutral. We will likely also open up an office on Etti IV though not necessarily right away." Vael takes a deep rip of his cigarette and lets the smoke out in a sigh. He leans an elbow on the bar watching as the bartender gets the drinks together. He looks over at Isharn as she speaks her native tongue to the other Chiss. His eyes glance back over to Tyy'sun and Sarius and sees Ysanne join the group. He also notices the conversation taking place between his crime lord and everyone else. He raises a finger to the Bartender as the bartender places three drinks on the bar. "Add another drink to the order" he says as he puts out his cigarette. Vael reaches down and grabs the three drinks and turns to Isharn. "I'm going to give them their drinks, I’ll be back in a second." As Cantrell pushes past the Maffi the Sith Lord's gaze turns back to the fallen Jedi, "So am I." he smiles twisting his head back around and giving a nod in the direction of Tyy'sun and his group before pressing forward answering the Twi'lek's question, "There is war in the galaxy Eson." he states with a plain tone, "But my war is with the Republic and Empire, not you." He steps on through, "Just remember who I served when all of those terrible things happen to you, and just remember I served the Emperor." He takes another long drink of his coholl, "Now please enjoy the events planed, rest easy my heart is even too cold to hold grudges or anger toward events that happened under my former Master." The Dark Lord bows his head formally and then presses on into the party for now, "There will be a surprise for you soon, Tyy'sun, fill yourself on refreshments and food for now." Tormen nods "excellent It is good to hear that you have it planned out. Swoop racing has had a place in the galaxy for years. I have no doubts that now a legitimate league is formed. People will quickly fall in. There is a lot to gain for being a publicized racer. There is already talks of teams forming. Hopefully all will fall into place." taking another swig of his drink, the man looks around momentarily before setting his gaze back upon Sadim "So have you had many other sponsors yet? Or is the word still going out? I'm sure many of the CSA corporations will eventually participate. Spots for advertising are never enough as we would like. Presentation is key." Running his hand through his hair briefly Tormen continues. "I am excited to see the Etti IV course race. I checked the site a few weeks ago, looks very promising I must say" Isharn switches to Basic language as her clansman does too, "I doubt much has not changed." She nods and her words come out slower. The bartender deposits the last drink in front of her and she brings it a little closer to wait for Vael's return. Her posture gets a bit more erect and she presses her shoulders back. She turns slightly to face the Chiss Male, "I am Ironkini'shar'nurodo." and then a little sly grin, "and no." she replies to question not asked this time but that she has had asked of her so many times from those of her world. Sarius steps forward, closer to Tyy'sun's side as he begins to notice the obvious rage building up within the Twi'lek Crime lord. A yellow and black tattooed hand comes up, touching Eson's shoulder, squeezing a bit to make him realize that now is not the place or time for such actions. "Take his words for face value.. As of now." Pale yellow eye's back onto the Dark Lord of the Sith legions. "I do hope you understand.. My words of warning are not meant in disrespect to your.. and yours. Just in protection of what is mine. All is fair in love and war.. Wouldn't you say... M'lord.." Sarius nods once more to Malign, his gaze drifting over to the Aruzan as she tenses up. "Have a drink with Vael at the bar.." Perhaps she would be a bit more comfortable away from situations as these. Confrontations with a dark lord of the Sith being more of Sarius' cup of tea than hers. Seth nods his head, he smiles, "It is good to meet with a cousin after some time. Ironkini'shar'nurodo, It is an honour to meet with you." he says and smiles, "Let me buy you a drink." Vael approaches the gathering and slowly walks over by his crime lord’s side. He nods his head and extends one of the drinks towards Eson. "Your drink" he offers. He immediately senses the tension in the area and looks over at the Mandalorian and the Sith Lord. He does not want to disturb the conversation, but hopes that this drink might cool his crime lord a bit. Sure, he's late - but Mandalore is a busy man, and he's not one for parties. But he's here at the request of the Dark Lord. He'd much prefer to remain at the command center or continue his hunt for Axel Vichten - a hunt that most likely has come to a short end, as apparently Axel came for the party. Not that he's going to complain about that. Mandalore, leader of the Mandalorians, walks into the Hall with his the armour and helmet of Mandalore equipped, his jetpack attached to his back, his weapons hanging from their sockets; this is his dress attire. Spotting a few of his Mandalorian commandos, Mandalore makes a straight line towards the Dark Lord, slipping through the crowd of people - which proves no difficulty, as people tend to move out of the way of the armoured Mandalorian leader. "Lord Malign. Apologies for my lateness." He looks around the party hall, nodding his head. "Seems like it's been a successful even." Mandalore questions the wisdom of allowing these... outsiders... aboard "Baleful Edict". Then again, anyone seeing the massive Eclipse-class dreadnought will know why the Sith are supreme - so perhaps it's not so bad afterall. Tyy'sun does not respond to Malign, unexpectedly disarmed by the reply. He watches the Dark Lord move off and feels Sarius' hand on his shoulder, and allows his words to indeed calm him. There would not be a brawl after all, and the crime lord is equal parts disappointed and relieved. A brow raises, though, at Sarius' words to Malign. Inwardly they are acceptable given the nature of the Zabrak and his past, and the nature of Malign and his.. outwardly they sound as though everyone in the room is a pawn of the two. Eson smirks at the thought. As Vael approaches and hands him a drink, Tyy'sun nods appreciately and takes everyone's advice around him. Of Malign's advice he ponders the not-so-distant memories of Tyler's former master and the Empire. Of Sarius' advice he allows his rage to settle in his bones. Of Vael's advice he takes a long and poignant draw from the drink. "If your timing of delivery on the field is as accurate as your timing of a stiff drink, Vael Cairo, I believe the treasury may be soon doubled." The defeat of words leaves a bad taste in the Mandalorian's mouth. Looking back at the now conversing Twi'lek and Dark Lord, the thought of turning back and driving his blade into the back of Tyy'sun grows more and more tempting, but his instincts proved correct: the Dark Lord does have some sort of plan with the Maffi leader, and he wishes not to interfere with it. Instead, Cantrell opts to stew over in the corner, grabbing hold of a drink from a nearby servant. The arrival of Mandalore, however, breaks Cantrell's angry thoughts, however he does not go to greet the fellow Mando, opting to stay put and allow his feelings to cool off before attempting anymore conversation. "Alright." Isharn immediately answers and leans her head toward her cousin and lowers her voice, "synthahol.. cold" her nose makes that characteristic wrinkle that she does when something amuses her. She glances back over toward the rest of her party and then back to face her mirror-male-image. "Sometimes I miss the cold more than I know." a casual comment as the moment does call for small talk. The GSL Chairman sips his drink as he idly ponders how much he enjoys the efforts he gets to lead promoting the league. "Well right now the only major sponsors your corporation and Czerka. Obviously we also expect some support in the first race from Gulgoth the Hutt as he is the one hosting it, but we haven't worked out the exact dispersement of prize money and goods between the four classes yet. I do hope we get more sponsors though, as the more money we have the easier time we will have promoting our efforts and attractive the big name supporters for the board, Swoop Illustrated, and all the facets of our advertising efforts." Sadim chuckles a little and continues, "However, I think we will be able to offer a fair amount of advertising space to our corporate sponsors so even if few participate they should all manage to get a good deal. In addition to advertise in the races themselves, I believe Swoop Illustrated itself will serve as an excellent place to both advertise the league as well as all of our corporate sponsors. It will be the bridge we use between races to keep the average citizen of the galaxy excited about racing between events. And speaking of which we will need to speak to your Marketing department to work produce the advertisements that would be most helpful to your corporation for inclusion in the inaugural issue of Swoop Illustrated." Looking to Sarius as he breaks her inner thoughts, Ysanne's anger also edges a bit forward, something potent. The Aruzan then mentions calmly, "I do not drink.." Though Vael with his drinks is considered. Hmmming to herself she shakes her head and moves towards the bar without any further words. The grey-blue female turns fluidly away, crossing the room openly now as her long dark blue braid sways down to the small of her back. Her chin lifts and from the corner of her eyes, she studies those that are escorting them. Tahn leans against the bulkhead framing the immense window. "Eson is such a card, you can count on him to bring comedy to any situation." he chuckles and takes a long sip of his wine and then eyes Ash. "And you Ms. Lazure...tripping off into the galaxy...shame on you!" he chides her in mock manner. "All well you always did have a port here and a port there way about you." Seth nods his head and smiles, "You do not like alcohol too?" he asks calmly, "I think it clouds ones judgement and very dangerous at a ship. That is why, I have limited it at my ship. People who only leave the duty can take a drink or two. They are limited with three alcoholic drinks." he says and hears a beep from his comlink, "The Ship requires my attention." he says to her politely, "My ship is over Trandosha, I hope to see you again." he says politely. Morrison Van Sen is late, if not fashionable. Flanked by a couple of similarly uniformed Territorials of the female variety. They branch off after he speaks a few words to them. He looks down the Grand Hall in its massiveness without marvel, indeed, little seems to impress the Kallan now. He returns a polite greeting from a Sith officer and notices a knot of others from the Sector. The massive man makes his way in their direction. The hike is quite the long one, giving the large man time to think. Tormen nods as Sadim speaks, listening intently. "I will be sure to have them contact your people upon the conclusion of this event" he says as the bustle of the room continues around them. "The initial kick-off is always the hardest. Things will fall into place and it will get easier every time. Just look upon each event as a new learning experience and your business will thrive. Never think you know it all." sipping down the rest of his drink, he is surprised as somebody is already there to replace his glass. Like a youngling, it takes patience, persistence, and hard work to get what you expect from it...So do you race yourself? or have you?" Vael gives the crimson Twi'lek his drink and gives him a nod in agreement of his comment. A small smile starts to creep on his face as he turns to give Sarius and Ysanne their drinks as well. He is relieved that nothing transpired from the previous altercation. Although he is more than willing to represent his family proudly, he was hoping to enjoy a party of this stature. He had never been in a room with such important people before, and didn't want his first meeting to be one of drama. He extends his hand towards Sarius to give him his drink and looks over Sarius' shoulder to see what is going on at the bar. The arrival of the Mandalore brings Malign out thought as he was working his way back to his throne. The Sith turns to face the man, with a faint nod, "All events have their purpose, Mandalore, and we do have a command post here you can use." He states politely drifting toward his throne, "Mandalore, see to our CSA guest, you seem to have a taste for diplomatics. The Corporate Sector Authority will eventually need to be appraised of the future of the galaxy. Their neutrality is respected, but even now the galaxy's balance of power is shifting." He smiles, "You can feel it in your warrior’s blood, right?" He gives another careful glance back toward Tyy'sun and his group, "Keep an eye on them as well. Eson is wise and understands his position here, but some of his aids and guards are somewhat confused to their position." He pulls his cloak tighter around him stepping back up on the dais and relaxing in the throne, "The next stop on our Galactic tour, will be the world of Mandalore." The walls pull back and a transparent steel wall is again revealed as the ship exits hyperspace above the planet below, "Mandalore, the newest ally of the Sith. The Sith Empire is committed to aiding the Mandalorian people in gaining honour and improving their industries and capabilities to produce in time of war. We are heavily fortifying the world and assisting in a rapid expansion of Mandal Motors, before you here is the Mandalore, the de facto representative of the Mandalorian people. Please, direct questions about history and how to invest to him." He settles into his chair and goes silent. Orchestra music replaces his announcement once again. Isharn nods politely to Seth as he readies to leave, "bnareaa krathkree retardoni darnae visvia nae'reth she'karthal abari bathololita loomia krathkree k'larn krathkree pholopistaria" She speaks with again a quick tongue and some amount of pride in her voice. As the other Chiss works through the crowd and disappears, she turns half-way to catch Vael's look back at the bar area. (speaking in Cheunh) Chuckling, Ash nods. "Tyy'sun doesn't like me much. Not since he learnt that Tritus and I had been lovers before our fall out. So I'm glad he found others to focus upon. It's far better to observe from the shadows, but then I think you have an easier time of it than I." She shakes her head, the words were easier to speak, but it was still foreign. Some of the words she remembers from so many years ago. And others, she chuckles again. "I am glad that you understand me." Turning her back to the view outside, it was breath taking, Ash smiles again. "To think that I brought L'ck to this. He doesn't know that I am apart of this. My crew is ignorant. I hope he is doing well amongst this chaos and plotting." Moving forward she takes a goblet of wine from the passing tray and eyes Ariana. "Do you have any secrets to impart to me about teaching a psychopath restraint?" she inquires of her mentor. (speaking in Nagaian) Sarius watches Ysanne move to the bar alone, his pale yellow eye's trailing her as she walks to ensure nothing happens to her on her way over. Then to the announcement of their next stops, Sarius quirks a brow, a questioning look out of the transparasteel window. "Why is he giving us a history lesson.." Yes.. This so far -is- history for Sarius, his lurking within the shadows having already revealed some of the Sith and Mandalorian ties. "Perhaps he wishes to show us his strength.. Pissing contest..." His words even and cold as his gaze remains outside of the window for just a moment longer. Sarius accepts the drink offered and nods to Vael "Thank you." Still cold and even. A moment passes and Sarius removes his hand, finally, from Eson's shoulder, using that time to speak. "Come to the bar, brother. Lets make ourselves a bit... more... or less obvious." With that said and done, Sarius heads over to Ysanne, his strides causing the long leather trench coats leg flaps to spread with the wind created from his pace. Ariana looks back at Ash, and knows the woman is talking about her, but she doesn't understand what is being said. This frustrates the poor woman, as she murmurs, "Can't everyone just speak basic..." Van Sen pauses in his stride toward Tormen as the announcement of the ship's arrival at Mandalore is made. His dark eyes follow the flow of the announcement and he spots the man designated by his world's name. The Kallan averts his stride to approach Mandalore. As he passes Tormen he looks at him and gives him a greeting nod. He wasn't close enough to hear what Malign had said about the Sector. "Greetings honourable one," Morrison says squaring up with the Mandalorian. "Your world has made a bold choice in aligning with the Sith Lord." He looks in Malign's direction. "Lord Malign is a formidable warrior." As the blue and yellow pair make their way to the bar, the ruby-eyed blue Isharn makes her exit from said locale. She weaves around various peoples and strangers and lingers a moment before leaving to spy out the pair of red lekku and give the customary nod, but alas. And quickly Isharn finds herself with a few other weary party-goers heading to the quarters via the lift. Sadim listens intently to the advice of Tormen, the Chairman is not a business man be profession and the wisdom of a more experience business man is clearly welcome to Sadim. "Well the experience is certainly new for me, so I am prepared to learn many lessons as we go along. I just hope that myself and the board has set forth a competent business model which will carry us through the initial period of reestablishment for the league." Taking another sip of his drink Sadim adds, "And I am afraid I do not have personal experience with swoops myself. I am hoping as we get underway that I will be able to pick it up as a hobby myself if I can find the time, I certainly believe that any experience of the bikes that I can add to my own knowledge base will help in my connexions with the races and our fans." Vael holds Ysanne's drink in his hand as he watches her walk over towards Isharn and the other patrons by the bar. "I think that’s a great idea, I could use a drink myself" He nods to Sarrius and follows him in the direction of the bar. As he is walking his hand is reaching into his jacket searching for another cigarette. The mood has clearly changed, Vael lets out a sigh as he relaxes a bit. "You go ahead.. " Eson nods, "help the others to relax and enjoy themselves. I will be along shortly." And with that the crime lord moves closer toward the view port, his lekku tangle and then wind up his corporate robes to furl proudly around his shoulders. He looks on with interest and listens to Malign and spies the view of the planet. He does not need to talk to Mandalore to know how to invest in Mandalore. He will invest in it with spice runs, and a black market. He will smuggle immigrants onto the world, and he will smuggle them off it. He will pocket businessmen and politicians and he will do it under the cover of the Sith's long shadow of supposed civility. The other sentients hailing from the Corporate Sector Authority may recognize Eson's choice of robes. That of a Viceprex executive. The crime lord once managed the entirety of the Resources division, not long ago, and he is an honorary member of New Kala'uun's head clan on Etti IV. Times do change, and though Eson is as capable a legitimate businessbeing as he is an illicit underworld lord, the island state of New Kala'uun is currently mired in martial law, investigations, and Eson's status stripped to that of a fugitive of Corporate Law. Times change indeed. But sometimes history repeats itself. Tahn taps his chin at the question and shrugs. "First you have to know why they are they way they are." he advises her in a soft tone. "Figure out what makes the focus fascinating and then manipulate it to your own design. There is much to be said for planning over actual doing of something." (speaking in Nagaian) Nodding, Ash smiles, so she was on the right path. It's good. "I will take that under consideration." She stretches as much as her corset will allow then sips from her goblet. "So, how have you been? I heard you retook the reigns of Merr-Sonn." She looks at him slightly sheepishly, then in a near whisper, "If you need goods moved or some extra muscle, you can always give me a call." She smiles as she reaches into her half jacket to pull out a card. This she offers to Tahn. Looking at Ariana, "I'm sorry, my dear, I have been very rude. Mr. Tal, this is Ariana, my psychotic helmsman. Ariana, this is Mr. Tal, CEO of Merr-Sonn, and an old acquaintance of mine." She truly hopes the woman behaves. Or not. If not perhaps he can give Ash some advise. (speaking in Nagaian) Developing Mandalore is an important part of his quest; Mandalore the Wise wants Mandalore to rebuild, to become the powerful world it once was. The Sith is the means to that end. As the Eclipse-class dreadnought exits hyperspace over Mandalore - the home of his people- Mandalore can only look at the viewscreen that displays his green home. Mandalore will rise again... Mandalore then looks over to Eson as Malign points them out, nodding his head. "I do not trust those scum. They have no real loyalty outside credits, and it's always subject to change..." he says, looking at Van Sen as he approaches, "Same with the Corporate types. The CSA is still partially bound to the Galactic Empire, as well. Van Sen himself is a former Moff," he says quietly to Malign. When Van Sen arrives, Mandalore simply remains still, his expression hidden behind his helmet. "Indeed, he is. The Galaxy will soon know allegiance to the Dark Lord. I hope the Corporate Sector will be able to keep up with the changing times, Mr. Van Sen," Mandalore says, his voice modulated behind the helmet, hiding his weakening voice; Mandalore is getting old, in his mid-seventies, but his armour and voice modulator hides any sign of aging. Ariana looks at who she is getting introduced to, and she offers something of a smile as she stands there, "Hello." She peers at the man, and seemingly can't find any piece of anatomy that he would look better without, or if she does, she doesn't say anything. "Nice to meet," she adds a moment later as she stands there, frowning as she looks at Ash. Does the Captain even have any idea how hard this is for Ariana. Tahn looks at Ariana and offers a warm smile. "Well now...psychotic helmsman." he lifts his chin slightly and gives her a measuring looking. "You must be quite good at wrangling star maps and finding worlds...you realize its quite a challenge since the galaxy is always moving." he winks at Ariana and then ask in a curious tone. "What is it about your fascinations that work with piloting a starship?" "Oh we will great one," Morrison says in the deep, rich voice that has only drawn lower as he has aged. "The Dark Lord's reach is a long one, but the galaxy is still a large place." Van Sen, in recent years, rarely viewed himself through the prism of politics. He was a business man, climbing up the ladder again, building, building, building. The conqueror of Sullust doesn't bring up his past. He turns to look at Mandalore, an emerald in the darkness. "Amazing to see such greenery in a world that has been so long industrialized." He turns to look at the helmeted man again. "Your armour-making skill and warrior ethos is fascinating to me." Sarius reaches Ysanne's position at the bar and slides his drink onto the top of the bar. The server is now hailed before he gets the Aruzian's water. "Make that two." Sarius' eye's travel back onto the woman next to him now, scanning her for a moment as his back turns to lean on the bar, watching the crowd from within the darkness of his hood. "What’s wrong?" His question posed to her shoulder rolling. Vael then grabs his attention, a slight nod given there as well. "Drink up. This isn't something the Sith do normally. I don’t trust it much." He really doesn't trust anyone that much anyway, well.. except the people he considers close to him.. Some being in this room. "We have only just begun industrialization. Our world was abandoned for the past several decades... only in the past ten years have the Mando'ade been returning to their home world to rebuild." Mandalorians were largely thought extinct after the Clone Wars... while their legacy lived on in the armoured Stormtroopers of the Empire, Mandalore rotted away, the Mando'ade becoming a thing of the past. It was he, Mandalore the Wise, who carried the banner in recent years, leading his people back to their world to rebuild, to make the galaxy once again know the name Mandalore. "Our people are all warriors at heart. But we are simple. Farmers, mostly." He looks back at the green image of Mandalore. "MandalMotors is back and rebuilding, as well, thanks to the Sith. We will industrialize again. And we shall conquer." It is in their blood; fighting is an important element of the Mandalorian culture. Through conquest they shall know glory, they shall know honour, and the galaxy will know them. "Our numbers are still few, but every day, more Mando'ade return to their homeworld. Many have remained behind to tend to the farms, while many more have followed me to seek glory in the Sith Empire." As the server returns with the two drinks for Sarius and Ysanne, Vael gets to the bar and places the water he had for Ysanne on top of the bar. He waves the server over "Reserve Whiskey, with a splash of water" He turns to Sarius and Ysanne "I think the tension was quite evident earlier. Can't say I know very many people here" He puts his cigarette in his mouth and lights it as the smoke from the end of the cigarette starts to flow over Vael's face traveling over his horns. He looks over towards Eson and leans over towards Sarius. "Is the boss going to be alright by himself right now?" Knowing nothing of the crime lord other than her first meeting, Ysanne speaks nothing and hinges solely on her silence. Finally the Aruzan looks from Vael to Sarius. "We should not be here, this can not end well." The woman says, though for the most part, Ysanne is obviously not a people person, even one on one. Her straight back gives a clue as to her own view of being on board an unfamiliar ship. "I may retire for the night, being weaponless has my nerves on an edge." Morrison steps closer to the armoured man and says in a more hushed tone. "You seek for your people to retake their rightful place in the galaxy as a viable power under the Dark Lord. The Corporate Sector Authority would be a valuable asset in your quest." He looks at the armoured man, eye contact was out of the question since the fellow was hidden, but Van Sen's piercing dark-eyed gaze is there, burrowing into the faceplate. "The Sector has assets and tools that can transform your planet in anyway you wish. If you so desired to pull your warriors in from the farm fields to train while automation replaces their strong arms against the plow it can be done." He pauses and says, "There are simple arrangements that can be made. Negotiations that can take place." He looks to those people mingling. The business world was a fast one. The galaxy's best conglomerate's representatives had to act fast. "You can have what you want great one. You have but to discuss it with those who can make it happen for you." Ash keeps back, listening to Tahn's voice, she missed listening to it and his lessons. She turns her attention to her crewman, and then surveys out, certain she can catch the familiar armour of Mandalore the Wise. She grins. "I'll have to speak to him," she mutters to herself in regards to the armoured man. "All in good time." Her eyes keep roving, her ears attuned to those nearby at the observation window. The question that Tahn poses Ariana causes Ash to smile. This may prove educational and entertaining. Ariana looks back at Tahn as she says, "Nothing about my fascinations work with piloting the starship. It is just what I do to earn my keep and stay around. My fascinations revolve around disembowelment... the colour of various alien's blood. I found out earlier the colour of a Rodian’s blood... was very educational. He screamed a lot before I was done with him. Though... I think it'd be a good idea to take his blood and paint my room with it," she looks at Ash, hopeful for that little bit. She goes back to Tahn, "She wouldn't let me take his eyes though... I really wish she would have..." "A true Mando'ade warrior is more than training in combat, Mr. Van Sen," Mandalore the Wise replies, though there is no angry or resentful tone; he understands that his people are mysterious, and most people do not know much about them outside their ferocious fighting reputation. "No, my people must continue to farm, to take care of their earth, and to take care of their families." Mandalorians were very family orientated people. The clan is an important element of their society. "Besides, Mr. Van Sen... we do not like droids. They serve their purposes, sometimes," he says, his mind thinking to the Basilisk war droids that the Mandalorians made so famous thousands of years ago. "No, we will care for our planet on our own. That is our way. However, I do know MandalMotors will be more than happy to accept Corporate Sector hospitality," he says. "They are re-entering the galactic scene... their shipyards are still small. Much work is to be done." IF there is ever such a thing as being 'fashionably late' then Kida must be the most fashionable on the ship as she has just arrived. Wearing her armour, the 'dressiest' item of attire she has, the female Mandalorian has at least enough common sense and social decorum to have removed her helmet which rests firmly tucked in the crook of her left arm. Pausing at the entry way into the room, Kida simply waits until the time she recognizes someone before doing anything to make her presence known. Sarius was never considered a fool, always ten steps ahead in thinking, but this time Vael asks a question that has him a bit at a loss for forward thinking. "As of right now, Vael.. The situation is what it is. We're outnumbered. Out gunned.. And.. Well.. On enemy territory, -if- they are planning on being our enemies. For now everything seems fine. Lets leave Eson to his thoughts. Though he does have what I can offer and Ysanne can offer as backup." Backup... on a Sith Ship... Nun uh.. Not really backup. Sarius reaches over to the bar and grabs his water, looking at the glasses contents before looking back to Ysanne from the rim of his glass as he takes a swig of the water. "You're right Ysanne. This place is not for -good- times as its made out to seem. Shall I escort you?" A glance over to the area where the turbolifts is given for a moment before he looks back onto the Aruzan. Morrison listens receptively, giving the elder his entire attention. "As I said, our commitment is at your desire. If you don't want droids, a solution can be attained that satisfies that parameter." He falls silent, looking over the great warrior's armour. "We can be the most valuable asset to those who choose, an asset that requires no ties of politics." Having said his peace, the large Kallan bows his head. "I'll not garner more of your time on this festive occasion great one. Begging your leave, I will mingle. Contact me if you so desire. I would welcome it." During all this time, the Mandalorian Warlord has listened to Mandalore's words from his corner away from the crowd assembled around him, but still within listening range. His anger from the earlier encounter with the Maffi crime lord has all but boiled over, however his face is much more relaxed looking, though occasionally his eyes do fall upon Tyy'sun and his crew. He remains out of the way, thinking about Mandalore's words carefully, and the impact that, if the plan he has manages to go through and actually work, it will have on the Mandalorian homeworld. Looking over towards the door, he spots a face he hasn't seen for awhile: Kida. A member of his clan, a faint grin forms on his face. Mandalore nods. "Your generosity is appreciated, Mr. Van Sen. Allow the DIREX to know that the Sith, and the Mandalorians, welcome the Authority... you will find only friends here... and very interested customers." He sees Kida Ordo enter, and he bows his head to the young Ordo. "More Mando'ade have arrived, Mr. Van Sen," he says, looking over in the direction of Kida and Cantrell, "Two of some of our finest warriors. But, please... mingle, Mr. Van Sen. The Dark Lord and I will be here should you require us." Mandalore bows his head to the businessman and departs, heading towards Kida and Cantrell. "It is not like I can escape in those rooms, but I can relieve the direct stench of those around us." Each passing moment has the blue-skinned woman looking more and more cornered, blue eyes glinting past her attempt at calm. Ysanne hesitates a moment and then turns away from the bar before she looks past to Vael, "It may serve us best to be ready for the worst and rest will help us with that.." she says before rubbing at her neck. That slender hand slides back to her side and eyes her two compatriots. Vael takes a sip of his drink as he listens to Sarrius. "I think if they were going to act they would have acted by now" Cairo replies. "But it would appear that you know much more of the situation that we're in". He looks over at his boss by the view port and examines all figures that are near by him. "If you are going to escort Miss Ysanne to her room, perhaps I should stay here, I wouldn't feel to comfortable leaving the boss alone." He raises his glass to his lips to take another sip. He knows there wouldn't be a single thing he'd be able to do. He is unarmed but perhaps he could provide some moral support. Sarius nods to Vael as he steps from the bar, leaving the glass behind onto its top. "Keep quiet about our endeavours. Keep yourself at a safe distance as well.. Watch.. Gather information.. and.. If something is going to happen, it is not in the style of the Sith to work quick on matters. They did wait a long time to take over the galaxy through the Republic.." Yes those sharp memories of his past zipping through his mind as he speaks. Sarius continues to walk now, Ysanne being followed towards the lifts. Van Sen disengages with the Mandalorian and walks toward a knot of people by the observation window. He had noticed Tahn there on his way in. He walks up to the window and clasps his hands behind his back while staring at the green world beneath them. Possibilities, possibilities, Van Sen was all about potential. He listens to the conversation around him, finding parts of it amusing. He notices the Twi'lek crime lord mingling as well. Nodding to Vael, Ysanne seems to agree. "Eson will need the help...and its good to have it." She murmurs and then shifts away from the bar. "I can't...stay..." she says, giving a nervous tense brush against her leg. Fingers curl against her leg and then tighten into a fist as the woman's uneasiness grows. She nods to Vael then, turning on foot and with a great reserve begins to make her way towards the turbolift. At length, Eson moves away from the view port and towards the bar, feeling it is time to retire for the evening to the Zhao suite. Noting that others in the Family are likewise making their way out, he nods to himself. Setting the empty glass on the bar, Eson nods to Vael. "I am taking my leave, Vael. Be watchful if you are to stay and socialize. And be mindful of loose lips." With that he moves toward the turbolift, the crime lord’s corporate robes flowing with him. Mandalore is noticed and, upon her doing so, Kida bows her head to him in show of respect. Cantrell is also seen but where she doesn't go as far as to bow her head to him, the younger female does smile to him if she manages to catch his eye. Drifting away from the point of entry, she makes her way closer into where the others are, feeling painfully like all eyes are upon her even if they're not. "Great," she whispers to herself. "We won't be doing this again. Ever." Sarius nods once more as he turns to face Vael, hood over his head following with the motion. "I’m off as well. Watch Tyy'sun. If there is trouble, contact me via comlink." With those words said, Sarius follows in suit to Ysanne, Tyy'sun noticed in the wake of the Families movement as well. "Apparently.. Mr. Eson wont be needing those watchful eye's." Vael nods to the Crime lord. "I will finish my drink and join the others" He raises his glass to his three comrades and gives a bit of a smile. "Some rest may be exactly what we need". He takes a sip of his whiskey and takes a hit of his cigarette taking a seat at the bar and turning to give his attention back towards the crowd as he observes the mood of the party. Eyeing the Maffi group making their way out, the green eyes of the Warlord watches Tyy'sun carefully before returning his gaze back at Lord Malign, a demanding look for answers appears to dominate his facial features. However, the approaching Mandalore does help break his thoughts, wondering what the old and wise warrior has to say to him. "Jatne vod (Sir), I heard what you spoke." Cantrell offers Mandalore a respectful salute in greeting. "I could not agree more." After a long conversation with the CEO of KDYSFS centred around his efforts at promoting swooping, Sadim finds himself alone once again as Tormen retires for the night. Sadim sips his drink and peers around searching for another familiar face, but to no avail. The Deralian linguist then makes his way back to the bar, in hopes that another interesting conversation may present itself in that direction. Whatever she was doing, wherever she's been at.. let's call it one of the nearby walls where Carnylla was kinda.. brooding. After all, she figured this was going to be more than -just- a party. Hell, she's said it to many people, including her commander in chief... o o O O (Never trust a kark'in Sith) is her thought. Black and spiteful, but that's not likely a beacon among the light in -this- room. She pushes off the wall then as she looks up again, her eyes flickering over the room as she registers a few things... most notably those who -are- here and who have been here a while but apparently she was too absorbed in her turmoil to take notice of. So the Green and Blue armour begins moving through the room. Fortunately for Carn, even when she looks -male- in the suit, the people she's approaching should both spot the armour, and know all too well who he/she is. But even in doing so, she adjusts her course to try to approach Mandalore and Cantrell, from a few paces behind Kida. "Oya Mando." states the male voice from within that helmet, Carn pausing to salute the Mandalore and to dip her helm in respect towards the man. Of course, how Kida reacts to such a statement from just a few feet behind her... is anyone's guess. The voice is not immediately recognized but the greeting is and it causes Kida to pause and turn to regard its giver, her expression darkening slightly upon seeing the other Mandalorian behind her. "Hello..." There's a slight light of recognition in her eyes now but it could have been borne from one of anything but just what exactly is left up to anyone's guess. She waits before she turns back to the others but there's a broadening of her awareness, the newly arrived now put on the 'radar' so to speak while she waits to be addressed directly. Watching as Tahn meanders away, Ash shakes her head. He had never been right since that incident. At least he's mostly him. She smiles at the thought. "Ariana, my dear, keep up talk like that I may have to fight to keep you on my ship as my pilot." She looks down at the woman. She bristled when Ash had last called her pet, she resists the urge to pat the woman. "I should be looking into contracts, hmmm?" Course Sarge won't like it one bit. She peers over at the human that has approached, his attire, and arches a brow. If she had her datapad on her person, she would be looking up who is. For now, the former CEO of Merr-Sonn discreetly studies him. Mandalore returns the salute to Carnylla, and then, surprisingly to him, to Carnylla; he had not expected to see Carnylla here, aboard the Sith commandship, of all places. Had she reconsidered her place with the Sith? Doubtful. But the fact that she wasn't here fighting or causing trouble is good enough for Mandalore. "Glad to hear it. The Corporate Sector will make for good allies because they are easily predictable; they can help, for the right amount of credits. We just must be cautious; I'm sure Mr. Van Sen has dreams of turning Mandalore into some galactic hotspot and ruin our beautiful world... over my dead body," he says to Cantrell, smirking behind his helmet. He bows his head to Kida. "Good to see you again, young one. It's been some time." He hasn't seen Kida since their last time on Mandalore, when the Sith first arrived. "How have you been?" And he finally looks upon Carnylla, unsure of her intentions here. "Good to see you as well... are you here with your burc'ya?" Ariana hmms faintly as she stands there, looking over at Ash, "Why would you have to do that, Ash?" She smiles innocently at the other woman, before on impulse she nuzzles into the other woman with a smile. For the moment, just enjoying being with her, despite all the people around. Morrison notices Ash looking him over and turns his head to meet her gaze. The dark pools of his eyes study her as he too tries to place her image. Van Sen realizes that she must be associated with Tahn, for she was not completely unfamiliar to him. He turns and walks to her. "Tahn never told me he kept such pleasant looking associates at Merr Sonn. Perhaps I will pay him visits more often." He smiles. "Vod..." Cantrell nods in return to Carnylla's arrival. Suddenly there’s a convergence of Mandalore's best warriors gathering over where the Warlord stands, bringing a sense of pride that his people are meeting like this. "I wouldn't worry too much about the CSA on that respect, Jatne vod. I've been associated with them in the past." Turning back towards the considerably younger Ordo, Cantrell offers Kida a faint smile. "Kida...I apologize, I have not had a chance to speak with you for some time." "I am with the aliit you wisely ordered me to remain with." offers Carnylla as she gestures back over the room towards Ash across the room. "So it is my ijaat, my duty which brings me here, despite any -personal- desire I may have to the contrary." Okay, honesty works from time to time, but with Mandalore the Wise, one may as well try to haul a planet out of space with naught but a ball of yarn as opposed to lying when one -is- Mando'ade. "But I could not see you across the room, and -not- come give my greetings." There's a pause, and then as opposed to the mildly leisurely posture she's showed (one might call it parade rest?) she kinda straightens up to attention and adds, "The other instructions, orders..... and requests you passed on at our last meeting, will be followed and honoured as you desired." That said, Carn turns the T-Visor towards Kida and Cantrell before asking, "Warlord, may I ask when the ship will exit hyperspace? I was not fond of being... hijacked by a simple party." Wrapping an arm around Ariana, as though to protect her and state her claim, Ash smiles at the nuzzling. Let them think what they want, she thinks to herself in a chilling manner. Returning her attention to Morrison, "I haven't worked at Merr-Sonn for six, neigh seven months now." She offers him her hand, the left one, clasp his forearm in greeting. "Captain Lazure," she states grinning. For now, not looking for her vod. "Manda'lor. It's so very good to see you again. I hope all has been well." The conversation the Elder Mandalorian has with Carnylla is listened to, allowed to flow around her while Kida addresses Cantrell directly. "I had thought I should come here to represent our clan. Had I known you were doing so already, I would have stayed home and tended to my armour and weapons." Kida's a simple woman, one who doesn't normally attend to such affairs but, like Carnylla, she too felt she had a duty to come although hers is not the same level as it seems the other's is. Ariana smiles as she feels Ash's arm wrapped around her. "Didn't answer my question," she murmurs as she nuzzles a little more, before wrapping her own arm around the other woman as she stands there, looking at the other person. "I agree fully. This...isn't my type of atmosphere as well." Cantrell is in agreement with the young Ordo, taking a look around the mingling nobility and other esteemed guests. "But every now and then, we need to...act civilized. Although it's nowhere nearly as fun as driving a blade into the enemy's heart." Hearing Carnylla's question, the Warlord's face darkens a bit at the question, though his reaction is a bit irrational. Perhaps it's the exposure to being in this sort of environment for so long. "I wouldn't know, vod. I'm not the ship's helmsman." The rather gruff response comes a bit out of nowhere, perhaps because the Warlord himself is without knowing himself, not liking the fact he has no control or even idea of where he's going, but since it is the Dark Lord's will he won't bother questioning it. "We'll get there whenever we get there." Vael finishes his drink and sets it down on the bar. He examines the room one more time as he stands up and starts heading towards the turbolift. Van Sen accepts the greeting touch and notes the posture of the woman. "Merr Sonn employment not to your liking then? Perhaps Tahn was too rigid of a mentor? I assure you, his success is something to be emulated by any student." He turns his attention to Capt. Lazure's associate. "I see you keep pleasant company." He bows his head to Ariana. "Everyone here is looking for something or offering something, what are you ladies bringing to the table?" Van Sen was reaching. Ash nearly snerks, but holds her tongue. How dare he insinuate such. She shakes her head then forces her voice to neutrality, "You know, when one gives a name, you do not press into what they do, but offer up your own name. What I bring to the table, you may not now till I know to whom I speak to." The woman's attire definitely isn't up to the merc company that she runs. But it suits the corporate attire. Turning her attention to Ariana and whispers in the shorter woman's ear. You whisper, "I like you upon my bridge, steering us out of trouble." to Ariana. Morrison's face changes in countenance, he becomes slightly embarrassed. He grins and says, "I forget myself. I am Morrison Van Sen, VicePrex of Territory for the Corporate Sector Authority." He often forgets to introduce himself trusting to his former fame to make the introduction. It would be beyond me to give offence to you, a woman," he pauses, his voice returning to its former professional tone, "...at ease in such a place..." He adds, "Captain." He then smiles at Ariana being polite. "As it would happen, the Corporate Sector Authority is in need of women with flexibility and tact." He grins and produces a holo-card. A thin flimsy with a glowing log of information scrolled upon it. He hands it to Ash. "Contact me and we can talk further. And...give Tahn my regards when you see him again." He bows in parting. "Good to meet you ladies..." Watching him back step, Ash smiles and pulls out her own card and offers it to the VicePrex, "I am Captain Lazure of the Bloody Harlot. Mercenary work is what I do, now. Perhaps we can discuss things over lunch." She takes his card and smiles, pleasantly, like a predator smelling blood, but less fierce. As he walks away, she places a kiss upon Ariana's forehead. "You are doing very well," she says praising her blaster nut with deathly aim. Ariana smiles as she gets kissed and with the praise. "Thank you," she says happily as she leans up to kiss Ash again, though this time she dares to do it on her lips, before she nuzzles back in. She lets out a contented sigh, she is happy... without the blood. Mandalore is pleased that Carnylla has followed through on her promises; no internal conflicts amongst the Mandalorians. His talk with Carnylla certainly solved many problems, and averted many more. "Oh, I don't think being bottled up in here is an issue..." he says, pointing to the viewscreen which displays an image of Mandalore. "We're out of hyperspace for the time being, although I do not know for how long. Lord Malign is showing his guests a tour of Sith space. If you need to leave, I suggest doing now... next jump will likely be even deeper into Sith space," he says, think it would likely be Ziost or Korriban. "Kida, keep an eye on Cantrell for me; he's still new to clan Ordo, remember. Keep him out of trouble." Mandalore looks to Carnylla again and nods. "Well, it's been good to see you three. But Lord Malign requires my aid... problem with a certain Sith fleet commander," he says, wondering where Axel had gone off to now. "Re'turcye mhi!" With that, the old Mandalore departs, heading closer towards Malign by his throne. Now that most beings have departed, they really do not understand of sipping a drink, Ash makes her way for Mandalore the Wise. If Ariana wishes to be in tow, she is with Ash. "Mandalore," she nods politely, "I desire to speak with you, in private," Ash's tones are respectful, "When you have time, of course," she nods again, "now to find my vod," referring to Carnylla. "I must make sure my aliit is safe and not causing trouble." Ariana smiles as she makes her way along with Ash, staying close enough to keep that arm around her. She is quiet and just watches, regulating her psychotic episodes to in her mind. Nodding to her liege, Carn is right up there where Mandalore was before he left to go to the Dark Lord's side. Then she turns towards Kida and remarks, "We will have to gather again sometime.. someplace less... partisan." she offers before she hears Ash's voice. "Here!" she calls out as she turns to start marching towards Ash, "From what I can tell, nobody..." then she shakes her head as she gets closer, "aside from the Sith.. are causing trouble." Find no activity at the bar, Sadim deposits his last dead drink and procures a live one before heading in the direction of the Mandalorian Clan. As he makes his way over to where all the Mandalorians were talking it seems like the gathering has devolved into simply the conversations of the crew of the Bloody Harlot. Sadim smiles slightly as he approaches. With several departures happening one on the heel of the other, Kida finds herself lost. Outside of Carnylla, someone she only knows marginally, there's no one else she can consider an acquaintance and so she's simply left to stand there. "Of course," she murmurs after her when she moves to speak with Ash, now falling quiet while a wave of discomfort hits. Ash spins about, hearing no answer from Mandalore the Wise. "Sarge," she calls out calmly and heads his way. "I wouldn't say that, Tahn and Tyy'sun are not Sith. In such a situation, always back Tahn," she says quietly to Carnylla. Ash brings her left hand up to her right shoulder, "Greetings, Mando'ade," she intones to Kida, with a nod of her head she regards the two, expecting someone to give introductions. "Nitisha Lazure, Captain of the Bloody Harlot and the mercenaries who operate from said ship...myself and Ariana, our helmswoman and eager killer included." offers Carnylla as she turns towards Kida while gesturing to the two women nearby herself. "Kida Ordo, clanmate of Cantrell himself. And the very Mando who fought alongside Mandalore the Wise in the challenge between the Sith and the Mando'ade." There, introductions done, and despite opinion, Carn offers honours to both sides. Sadim nods briefly to the remaining ladies in the room before heading out of the room to explore, "There is fun here somewhere, and I will find it." He pauses then goes back to the bar, he places down his drink and replaces it with a whole bottle and then leaves in search of greater fun. As always, Kida appraises them both as she listens to their names as well as their positions, but then motion catches her eye and she stiffens. Watching Sadim, she wrinkles her nose before calling out to the man, "I am sure there will be much in the way of entertainment to be had as Lord Malign seems to have such things in...mind..." Not exactly a stellar attempt at conversation but that's admittedly not her strong suit. Shrugging, she looks back to those she's being introduced to and she inclines her head. "It is nice to meet you both." Ariana nods her head as she peers at the other Mando. "You'd look better without you're nose," the psycho-pilot says as she stands there, still eyeing the other woman. A faint smile playing across her lips, as she adds while tossing her head back, "Though.. that’s better then that woman... her breasts are hideous." Carnylla rolls her eyes under the armour and mutters, "Captain..." in an almost warning tone as she looks right at Ariana. "You or me?" is the simple request. The comment is ignored for the most part but it's clearly, painfully obvious that Ariana's assessment of how she'd look better without a certain facial appendage has left a rather nasty taste in Kida's mouth. "if I may, I shall take my leave." Without so much as a word of parting to Ash or her pilot, Kida turns and makes her way out, her cloak left to brush wildly at the back of her heels thanks to the speed she walks. Ash looks to Kida Ordo and smiles, glad that formalities are made. But her mind is else where. She's still working to get over the fact that Tahn not only spoke to her, but understood her. It wasn't what she expected, but it was something that she hoped. Tuning back to the conversation, Ash silently moans and looks to Ariana, "That was Cantrell's sister you just insulted," she says softly, "As I look to Cantrell as a brother..." she lets her voice trail, then shrugs. "Hell, my crew has gotten used to you, they can darn well adjust. But don't go acting on your impulses," she informs her helmsman. Ariana looks at Ash as she says, "I told him that he would look better without his foot." She giggles before she says, "I already told them I wouldn't do that... not while on a Sith cruise." She offers a smile towards Ash, before she nuzzles into her. Ash regards the crazy woman at her side, and gives her a slight squeeze. "Perhaps, we should see to our quarters? Everyone of note has retired for the evening, and I am unsure as to where I am permitted to wander." She grins to Ariana and then does a survey, there's Revis by the bar and L'ck's second in the medical field talking with another Sluissian. Ash smirks, "I guess I should talk to the crew and ensure that they know better than to give away trade secrets to the Maffi or the Sith. The Baroness chuckles, "this will be a far from relaxing cruise..." she murmurs as she heads for the turbolift. Ariana nods her head as she walks along with Ash, though she does raise an eyebrow, "Our quarters, Ash?" She asks with a faint smile as she moves into the turbo lift. "Well... we can still have fun though, right Ash," she asks as she walks along, actually not meaning her usual since of the word. "The crew that is here is sharing a suite of rooms," Ash corrects Ariana, "Your room is next to mine," she give the psycho a squeeze and then steps into the turbolift when it arrives. Ariana ahhs and nods her head before she frowns, and looks down as she steps into the turbolift with Ash. "Don't suppose I could share your room, Ash, could I," she asks as she stands there. Ash regards the woman for a moment before selecting the appropriate floor. Or rather a Hssiss Commando selects it. "We shall be safe in our own suite of rooms," she reassures the woman.
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