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

[Sylvain Torsin]

He chuckled, "It appears my looks are a bit of a curse by that logic. Perhaps some corrective surgery would help fix that."

He looked across the party and spotted the woman that had attempted to help him. He thought of going over to speak with her but he held himself back, "Have you met with Kris yet?"

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Not yet, no," she tossed a look around too. "She'll probably be here soon enough, I guess."

"So... mingle and regroup later for talking to that pompous brat?"

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain nods. "Sounds good to me."

[Yslane Tssilla]

Noticing she had been spotted, and still feeling some culpability for the earlier scene, Yslane makes her way slowly over. She remains a respectful distance away.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Incoming," she said in a conspiratory whisper as she saw the approaching Republic lady, then left Sylvain's side with a teasing laughter. Or mocking laughter about the Republic. Hard to tell with Sith.

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain chuckled, "Until later my dear sister."

Sylvain nods to the woman as she approaches and greets her, "Good evening Miss Tssilla. It's a pleasure to see you again so soon. Thank you for your attempt to help this afternoon. I regret that I was unable to thank you properly at the time due to the circumstances. Would you care for a drink?"

[Yslane Tssilla]

Yslane watched the other Sith go. "Mr. Torsin." She dipped her head in acknowledgement, "There is no need for thanks. I must apologise for the scene you referred to... defusing such a situation is...or well seems something the Foreign Office should handle. Calming frayed nerves and the like." She frowns, "Unfortunately it fell on an inexperienced and unprepared representative of the Office."

Yslane pauses and manages a bemused smile. "I'm rambling... sorry. A drink would be fine."

[Sylvain Torsin]

He shook his head politely and called for a drink for the woman, "You did perfectly well my fair lady. There was much anger in that one's heart. That he did not react violently is most likely due to your efforts. So thank you, truly."

He nodded deferentially. "A member of the Republic's Foreign Office you say? I'm glad to have the opportunity to meet you then. I too am here to help with these peace talks in a direct way."

[Luth Khalan]

Asra had gone to her room and actually dressed up properly, hidden her singed hair by rebraiding it and then going the extra mile and pinning it up, and shown up for the fancy, fancy party. Sure, she was slightly fuzzy, but in truth, most of the drink from the saloon earlier had left her system, not having had all that much to begin with. Just enough to be more friendly and talkative than usual. Which might or might not be a problem.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she hoped to be at least semi-unnoticed. Just another member of the Sith Empire delegation, nothing to see here... She scanned the room to see who was who in the world of fancyness.

[[PM if approached]]

[Niall Organa]

"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.

Niall, following the gesture winced. "Ouch. My sympathies." He said.

He frowned, his forehead creasing. "Ummm... if you don't mind me asking..." He cleared his throat. "Did you not get kolto treatment in time? I can't imagine there was a shortage. Surely even if there was, you would have gotten priority, as an officer."

[Yslane Tssilla]

He shook his head politely and called for a drink for the woman, "You did perfectly well my fair lady. There was much anger in that one's heart. That he did not react violently is most likely due to your efforts. So thank you, truly."

He nodded deferentially. "A member of the Republic's Foreign Office you say? I'm glad to have the opportunity to meet you then. I too am here to help with these peace talks in a direct way."

"You flatter me Mr. Torsin." She stood a little straighter, "I am mostly just here to fetch coffee and answer questions about protocol and precedence." Yslane straightened her top. "And apparently break up possible fights." She says with a nervous amusement.

"I'm not as familiar with Sith protocol as I should be... The Sith handle negotiations themselves?"

[Col. Hala Moraal]

Her lips twisted into a slight frown.

"If the first dropship gets broken in half by an improvised explosive, they aren't going to land a medevac until the area's secure. Commanded the rest of that operation from the crash couch next to the communications relay in the transport with a brace on my neck and back so any other injuries I inflicted on myself would be minimized. Got a pair of medals for not buying it but also got me pulled from the field. And since I was a trooper instead of proper navy, well.... Now I get assigned to details like this, liaison to this mission, that world.... But as to your question - I was never told if it was just too late or if the kelto was substandard."

[Niall Organa]

"I'm sorry, Colonel. And I mean that both as an apology, and an offer of sympathy. Though not of pity, of course." He nodded.

"I gather, then, that you'd rather still be out there, fighting?" He frowned. "Of course, if all goes well here, there will be peace. Between the Republic and the Empire, anyway."

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"Do I look like I am so bloodthirsty to you?" she asked, cocking her head and narrowing her eyes slightly toward the man she spoke with.

"You do not seem so bloodthirsty to me. You seem like the sort of man who understands a soldier's job may be to fight, but their duty is to protect. I'd rather be able to do more than I can, that is all. Though we would both be fools if we thought peace between the Republic and the Empire would mean an end to fighting. Myself, doubly so. It wasn't men like you that took my health from me. It was terrorists, criminals."

[Niall Organa]

"No. You don't." Niall shook his head. "More importantly, you don't sound it; after all, looks can deceive. But... I understand the desire to be doing something. I felt it very keenly, not so very long ago." He pauses a moment, his lips pursing. "As it turns out, I was lucky."

"And you're right, of course. In that way, a soldier's work is never done, is it." Niall smiled, his eyes going briefly distant. "That is why I joined the Republic military, after all. Alderaan is very important to me, but I felt I could best serve it by serving the greater whole."

[Vec Gunnar]

Vec arrived at a time that more high-born people would call 'fashionably late'. It was perhaps he had been expecting that there would be an alert of a firefight breaking out at Club Vertica when the Imperials and Republic had decided to meet on peaceful terms. Or, it was perhaps that he didn't care too much for such occasions. It was rather evident in his choice of clothes when he didn't keep some sort of dashing suit or robe that would transform him into a charming prince whenever he was off-duty. Special events asked you to be less than armed, which was already a special occasion for Vec.

He arrived dressed in slacks and a shirt, both black, all under a long black coat he favoured. His blonde hair was combed a little, at least. He gave each non-Imperial face here a glance and saw that there was a semblance of order here. Still, it would probably take some time before he would tone his personal guard down.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"No. You don't." Niall shook his head. "More importantly, you don't sound it; after all, looks can deceive. But... I understand the desire to be doing something. I felt it very keenly, not so very long ago." He pauses a moment, his lips pursing. "As it turns out, I was lucky."

"And you're right, of course. In that way, a soldier's work is never done, is it." Niall smiled, his eyes going briefly distant. "That is why I joined the Republic military, after all. Alderaan is very important to me, but I felt I could best serve it by serving the greater whole."

"We do what we can as we are able for those who cannot do for themselves," Hala answered in a muted voice.

[Niall Organa]

"We do what we can as we are able for those who cannot do for themselves," Hala answered in a muted voice.

"Just so." Niall said. He took a drink from a nearby tray, raising it to her. "Colonel, I hope that you are typical of the officers that can be found in the Empire. It gives me some hope for these peace talks."

He took a sip. "Well. Enough about the past. And how have you been finding Nar Shaddaa so far?"

[Dujar]

"Tombs?" unlike him, she did look down at her own. "In a way, I guess. It dates from the time of Ajunta Pall."

He takes a moment to reply, behind the mask was a face of amazement.

"Hmph, all I know is the one I carry is from a guardian who protected tombs of the Dark Lords of Old."

He stares at her young face for a second

"You a delegate for negotiations tonight?" he asked expecting a no, but being open to surprises considering he has already been.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"Just so." Niall said. He took a drink from a nearby tray, raising it to her. "Colonel, I hope that you are typical of the officers that can be found in the Empire. It gives me some hope for these peace talks."

He took a sip. "Well. Enough about the past. And how have you been finding Nar Shaddaa so far?"

"With all due respect Captain, I hope that the others are healthier and younger than I," she said with a laugh and a smile, "But to the peace talks."

She sipped then let the glass come to a rest in her left hand down near her waist.

"So far... it's interesting. I haven't spent a lot of time in Hutt controlled space so seeing so much Huttese is quite the change. Still, it's nice to practice it again.... But I haven't seen much of the moon yet, I've been pretty busy since I arrived. How about yourself?"

[Remmington Thalalas]

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.

Remmington takes that as an invitation and approaches her. "Good evening... Jedi. My apologies, I am not familiar with the forms of address that the Republic prefers to use. I am Remmington Thalalas of the former House Balmung. A pleasure to meet you in this rare occasion."

He smiles and extends his hand in greeting.

[Alysele Cortess]

Aly's face was stoic, but she extended her own hand in response. "Jedi Knight Alysele Cortess." She replied in a crisp, Alderaanian Common accent. " She observed him, her eyes lingering on his weapon. "Sith Thalalas, good evening. Former house Balmung?" Her voice picked up in curiosity over that tidbit.

[Remmington Thalalas]

Remmington nods. "That is correct. The House used to be powerful back in the day. An ancestor of mine rose to prominence and acted under the direct command of the Emperor himself. Time changes however and the House has fallen. A shadow of it's former glory."

"What of yourself Jedi Cortess?" He experiments with that address in return. "Hmm... I have heard that accent before... may I ask where you hail from? I am not very familiar with the accents of the Republic."

That certainly explains a lot of things about Nunki.

He catches her eyes on his lightsaber and smirks a bit. "Do you like what you see? Do you want to compare notes sometime?" He offers.

[Alysele Cortess]

"Alderaan, House Cortess. One of the oldest of the leading noble houses." She offered snootily. "That is unfortunate... I have heard stories of houses falling back at home too. You at least seem to be doing well for yourself, being here." Unless you're here for fodder.

Her smile was cold. "Comparing notes... perhaps. I do hope we won't need to compare stances." She touched her own saber with the index finger of her left hand. "I'm something of a duelist."

[Remmington Thalalas]

Remmington shows a little surprise. "Oh a noble woman. From Alderaan. Well it is certainly a privilege to meet you my lady." He gives her a sweeping bow.

He chuckles a bit. "I think that would be against what we are all here for. I am just getting by as best as I can. I certainly enjoy swordsmanship and building things as well. I you really want, I wouldn't mind having a sparring match sometime. Though with training weapons.

I am just as interested in how you built your saber. I wonder what the similarities and differences are between us." He says with a pleasant smile. He keeps his hands well away from his saber.