[Day 1 - ME] Why Can't We be Friends? - Event

[Anhel Rolm]

The man nodded. "My condolences for your loss, Sylvain. Our Empire may have suffered from his loss but you most of all. As for the invitation, why would I not send you a request? Regardless of the current politics, you are a Noble in more than blood." He smirked. "Besides, you wield some influence due to your position as one of Darth Baras' apprentices."

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain nodded, "These things are true. Are you in need of those attributes?"

[Anhel Rolm]

"I see benefit in aligning myself with you," he admitted. "I am curious, Sylvain. I never was fortunate enough to hear the news. How have you taken the Serasai's betrayal of your family? Most of them have been punished for their treachery but one still remains."

[Sylvain Torsin]

"Those who are responsible have met their just end. Extending that punishment to those who are innocent is not in line with the laws of the Empire. Marr's apprentice has shown herself to be nothing less than an exemplary servant of the Empire despite her father's betrayal. I have no intention of angering Marr over something that the Empire's laws have deemed as complete." Sylvain replied.

"In what sense are you looking to 'align' with me?"

[Anhel Rolm]

"I had heard you two were close," Anhel remarked with a shrug. "And so, I trust your judge of her character above any other. As for alignment, I am sure you aware that I am not a Sith myself. I do not possess the same capabilities as you." He took a sip from his glass, allowing Sylvain to take the stage.

[Sylvain Torsin]

Slyvain nodded and turned to face the party, "And so you seek to join my sphere of influence? Perhaps...."

He takes a moment to look over the room a bit, "We may be able to discuss some type of arrangement. It would depend on where you are currently obligated, to whom and in what manner..."

[Anhel Rolm]

Anhel gestured to the Dark Lord of the Sith. "I am part of Darth Xevious' main diplomatic team. I report to him on matters regarding these peace conferences. It should come to no surprise that I am also obligated to my mother."

[Sylvain Torsin]

He nodded, "Then concerning Xevious, while we are here, we are in common purpose. Perhaps we can discuss your mother's obligations a bit later in a more private setting?"

[Anhel Rolm]

"Perhaps," he echoed. He looked down to his glass and then back to Sylvain. "I would ask you the same thing. About your obligations. I can make assumptions but I find it often best to ask clearly."

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain nodded, "Later, in private."

[Niall Organa]

Hala made her expected appearance, clothed in her finest class As and her cap tucked under her arm while code cylinders gleaned from catch pockets on either side of her chest. She paid her respects to the Imperials and the Hutts then moved to mingle.

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Niall entered, refresshed and dressed once again in his finest Republic uniform, crisp and freshly pressed, rank insignia and medal properly arranged. He made the proper obeisances to the host, and exchanged nods with Aly and Varra.

But he wasn't here to talk to people he already knew. Or at least, not just people he already knew. The military officer stood out, his eyes narrowing as he studied her rank bars.

"Colonel." He said smoothly as he approached, giving her a respectful nod. "I hope you'll allow me to introduce myself. I am Captain Niall Organa."

[Alysele Cortess]

Remmington arrives at the club. He looks around at those gathered as he makes his rounds. He shows his respect to the Darth but doesn't interrupt his talk with the Republic representatives. He sees if there is anyone on the Republic side willing to talk and he makes eye contact and smiles towards the Jedi.

Aly was glancing around when she noticed the smile. Her eyes started assessing the man (boy?) immediately, experience surging through her senses... no, no skewering this time around. She gave a careful and deliberate nod to him, but didn't make any other moves.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

But he wasn't here to talk to people he already knew. Or at least, not just people he already knew. The military officer stood out, his eyes narrowing as he studied her rank bars.

"Colonel." He said smoothly as he approached, giving her a respectful nod. "I hope you'll allow me to introduce myself. I am Captain Niall Organa."

In addition to her rank, she also wore an assortment of ribbons. An older-model basic marksman proficiency issued to anyone in the Imperial armed forces, meritorious commendations with repeat markers, a small black Imperial sigil overlaid on a blood red heart indicating she had been wounded in combat, and a few stripes of ribbons that likely denoted postings or tours.

"Captain Organa," she said, turning towards him slightly. She nodded in kind with a polite if slightly wary smile.

"Colonel Hala Moraal, military liaison to the diplomatic entourage. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope that you are finding Nar Shaddaa to your liking?"

Her smile warmed and she leaned in conspiratorially, "Or at least, tolerable enough?"

[Niall Organa]

"The pleasure is mine." Niall responded with automatic courtesy, smoothly enough to hint at extensive training. His decorations were not so numerous as hers, mainly a similar one for being wounded. "I suppose I report to your opposite number, Colonel Garza."

The question caused a hesitation. After a moment, he nodded with a smile. "Mmm. After being so used to regimented time, it's interesting being in a place that never seems to sleep. And yourself, Colonel?" He asked.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"I-..." she said, looking thoughtful, "I don't think I've had the pleasure to meet Colonel Garza before, but I look forward to it."

She took a pause and scanned his certifications and decorations, her eyes obviously stopping on the wounded award.

"It's been my experience Captain that soldiers never sleep. Not truly, not soundly. It's always just the longest power nap you can manage until the next turn of your duty wakes you, or someone's hand rouses you instead to duty's call. Night watch, or some midnight change in the situation. I can't remember the last time I lay in my bunk without the expectation I might be roused a few hours later to attend to some matter or brief some superior officer who'd flown in at the least convenient time."

[Dujar]

The black armoured Sith warrior stands near the entrance when Darth Xevious and his retinue enter. He remains motionless with his arms folded across his chest, only his eyes follow behind his mask as they move across the floor.

Only when the invitation to bow is given does stoop down in a bow and rise again. Such formal settings is foreign to him. He keeps quiet and observes for now, Force Pike on his back.

He notices the Colonel's words and stares in their direction. They ring true, even he shares those very moments all of his new life.

[Jo'ren Rath]

Jo'ren watched the proceedings with some interest. The combination of republic types, Jedi, Sith, and Hutts was unusual to say the least. He recognised a few of the other side from the unlikely Hutt ball team Rem had put together.

Darth Devious he had met a several times, or at least had been in the council chambers with... Many of the other Imperials and Sith were unknown to him. The black armour caught his attention though and he gave his comrade in arms a nod.

Others drew his focus too. There was Sylvain Torsin in conversation. And Layne! Oh good, this was going to be an interesting time.

[T'Zann]

T'Zann studied the armored Imperial Warrior, trying to recognize the origin of his armor.

[Layne Hoshin]

She notices Jo'Ren come in and gave him a nod. The over-armored sith also drew her attention, though more as a potential rival than an ally. Unless all that metal was just for show, of course.

[Niall Organa]

"I-..." she said, looking thoughtful, "I don't think I've had the pleasure to meet Colonel Garza before, but I look forward to it."

She took a pause and scanned his certifications and decorations, her eyes obviously stopping on the wounded award.

"It's been my experience Captain that soldiers never sleep. Not truly, not soundly. It's always just the longest power nap you can manage until the next turn of your duty wakes you, or someone's hand rouses you instead to duty's call. Night watch, or some midnight change in the situation. I can't remember the last time I lay in my bunk without the expectation I might be roused a few hours later to attend to some matter or brief some superior officer who'd flown in at the least convenient time."

"Hmmm." His lips twitched. "I suppose that it's a comfort to know that the military experience has some common points no matter the service. That's why, whenever I had the task of taking something in to a superior officer, I always made sure to bring something hot and caffeinated along with it."

He shook his head. "Besides, the last time I truly slept, I didn't care for it. There's always something more to be done, it seems, isn't there? True sleep just means that one trades uneasy half-sleep for near panic when one finally wakes. Or such is my experience." He inclined his head.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"Hmmm..." Hala vocalized, nodding her head in agreement.

"I hate the way that anesthetics feel. The sluggishness, the tunnel vision.... for me the last time I truly slept was in a medically induced coma. Or maybe it wasn't medically induced.... I don't remember that clearly anymore. I just remember waking up in a trauma bed and all I could feel was resentment for the bloody haze."

[Niall Organa]

"I guess that there's more than sleep habits that's common between services." Niall said dryly. For a moment, his expression went dark as he remembered his own experience. The sudden impact, knocking him to the floor. The feeling of a weight on him, crushing him, even though he couldn't see anything. Then the weight was slowly lifted and... nothing.

He shook his head, giving the Colonel a slight smile. "Actually, what I remember most was the kolto. I would swear that for a month afterwards, I could smell it every time I took a breath. Tasted it every time I took a bite of food. I started to wonder if the cooks were mixing it in with the food, just to have some fun at my expense. Alas, not." He sighed, still smiling.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole sauntered in, expression guarded and suspicious as he scanned the crowd. This was a rare instance that he was wearing a uniform befitting his rank, as low as it was, instead of the field gear he'd sported earlier in the day. It wasn't crisp, precisely, but he looked tidy for a change, apart from his hair, but there was no helping that, and he still carried his small backpack.

The Petty Officer circled the edge of the group, keeping his eyes calculatedly low enough that he could claim he hadn't seen them, if anyone took umbrage that he didn't acknowledge them. With all the conversations going on, he couldn't make out anything in particular.

His eyes settled on Senator Herresh, it seemed to be the safest place to look.


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[Dujar]

The black armour caught his attention though and he gave his comrade in arms a nod.

Almost taken back by recieving recognition, Dujar takes a second to respond and returns a slight nod.

T'Zann studied the armored Imperial Warrior, trying to recognize the origin of his armor.

Having not visited Korriban or trained amongst the Sith, the origin of such armour would be lost on her.

He notices the gloomy young Layne, merely glaring back at her from behind the lifeless visors.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"I guess that there's more than sleep habits that's common between services." Niall said dryly. For a moment, his expression went dark as he remembered his own experience. The sudden impact, knocking him to the floor. The feeling of a weight on him, crushing him, even though he couldn't see anything. Then the weight was slowly lifted and... nothing.

He shook his head, giving the Colonel a slight smile. "Actually, what I remember most was the kolto. I would swear that for a month afterwards, I could smell it every time I took a breath. Tasted it every time I took a bite of food. I started to wonder if the cooks were mixing it in with the food, just to have some fun at my expense. Alas, not." He sighed, still smiling.

"Much more, I expect. Same shit, different day, yeah?" she asked with a chuckle, glancing considerately as his demeanor darkened.

"I'll take kolto any day. Beats what's broken not healing right," she said ruefully as she flexed her right hand.