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

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Yes, I am one of the Sith. And a sith," she chuckled with some mirth. It was actually not the first time she heard that particular line of confusion. "Thank you."

Wetting her lips from the new drink, she studied the fair-haired boy curiously. "Is this the first time you have encountered a pureblood sith?"

[Cole Ormont]

"A sith-Sith? or perhaps a Sith-sith?" Cole chuckles approvingly, running his fingers through his hair. "To answer your question, unless holomodels count, then yes. And, personally I don't count 3D representations. But this is good! I have an interest in Xenology. Perhaps you'd allow me to take some medical scans of you? All in the name of fostering a greater understanding between our people."

He drinks again, "I'd invite you to visit my quarters sometime, but I understand that's a big no-no," oops, I might be a little intoxicated, why did I say that?

[Col. Hala Moraal]

Niall laughed softly at her joke.

"Yes, this is a first for me as well, more or less. Certainly in a place of this sort. And busy, yes. I've been quite busy as well." He chewed his lower lip for a moment, then shook his head. "Ummm... you speak Huttese, do you?" His eyebrows went up. "Impressive. Part of your training?"

"Not in the slightest. My parents helped run a spaceport when I was young. Huttese is a common language for traders and explorers and I picked up a bit, though I haven't had occasion to speak it since I left home," she said, swirling the liquid in her glass slightly as she studied its viscosity.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"A sith-Sith? or perhaps a Sith-sith?" Cole chuckles approvingly, running his fingers through his hair. "To answer your question, unless holomodels count, then yes. And, personally I don't count 3D representations. But this is good! I have an interest in Xenology. Perhaps you'd allow me to take some medical scans of you? All in the name of fostering a greater understanding between our people."

He drinks again, "I'd invite you to visit my quarters sometime, but I understand that's a big no-no," oops, I might be a little intoxicated, why did I say that?

He seemed to have a fondness for his curled hair, she noted from how he frequently touched it. Or it was his nervous tick.

"Hm, I guess there is a lack of my kind in the Republic." As the sith had a high rate of Force sensitivity, there were very few who did not end up becoming Dark Lords of the Sith Empire.

"Medical scans? Hm... perhaps?" Shaisha briefly contemplated it, wondering what sort of info reading her body would give after all it had been through. "I admit I have heard better pick-up lines, but it's not the worst one. Certainly very novel," the pureblooded femme fatale said quite bluntly with a grin.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole's reserved expression froze, and he was pushing his fingers through his hair again, "that's not what I meant. I mean, you're very attractive, I'm sure, I just don't," he shrugged and massaged the back of his neck. "Yeah, whoa."

He finishes his cup and sets it down, and is signalling for another without any thought to future Cole's hangover. "Y'know, if I were interested in women, you'd sure be the first place I'd look." Epic crash and burn, there, Cole. Even Group Commander Ormont would have to be impressed by that embarrassment.

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain smirked behind his mask and nodded, "She is indeed. She was adopted into my family as a young girl after her mother died."

He looked over in her direction, "And no, nobility is not limited to force users. My family has never shown an ability until me."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Cole's reserved expression froze, and he was pushing his fingers through his hair again, "that's not what I meant. I mean, you're very attractive, I'm sure, I just don't," he shrugged and massaged the back of his neck. "Yeah, whoa."

He finishes his cup and sets it down, and is signalling for another without any thought to future Cole's hangover. "Y'know, if I were interested in women, you'd sure be the first place I'd look." Epic crash and burn, there, Cole. Even Group Commander Ormont would have to be impressed by that embarrassment.

The Sith had to make some effort to hold back a mocking laugh.

"My, you Republic boys get flustered easily. Or simply a lack of socializing in fancy gatherings?"

[Cole Ormont]

He rolls his eyes. "It takes generations of socio-cultural reinforcement to breed such an exacting degree of embarrassment about sex. You just lucked out to find a boy whose social expertise tends to be of the 'where does it hurt?' variety."

[Yslane Tssilla]

Sylvain smirked behind his mask and nodded, "She is indeed. She was adopted into my family as a young girl after her mother died."

He looked over in her direction, "And no, nobility is not limited to force users. My family has never shown an ability until me."

"So not a true sister by blood but functionally." She nods in understanding, "I must confess such pleasant familial relations are not the first thing that comes to mind when speaking to Sith...." Yslane, "...I assume its pleasant? At least it seemed pleasant enough as I was approaching."

"So then how did your family attain their position? If I may ask."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

He rolls his eyes. "It takes generations of socio-cultural reinforcement to breed such an exacting degree of embarrassment about sex. You just lucked out to find a boy whose social expertise tends to be of the 'where does it hurt?' variety."

Shaisha snorted a brief chuckle. Seems like what she had heard about some Republic people being squeamish and prudish being true.

"Bold move to attend a party with people whose specialities lie more in the realm of applying said hurt." She certainly seemed like she was teasing him.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole jogs the small backpack on his shoulder, "if I suggest I came prepared, that'll likely be taken as an insult. Truth be told, I just don't feel right without my kit. I have my scanner right here," and he indicates to one of the several pouches on his belt, "but most people prefer privacy when they're being scanned. Avoids awkward questions, like 'is something wrong?'"

[Kristal Serasai]

It was true, Kristal Serasai was late, but she needed the time to come back to herself after her earlier foray into a rather destructive level of drinking. Dressed properly, looking proper, she moved to somewhere they were serving food and water and aimed to fix some of the damage. It had been long since she attended something like this but she knew the rules well enough to evade attention her way for the most part.

[Nekoinu]

At one corner, Lord Ralnorrei was goading poor O'nera into attacking her. It was only Lyshea's presence that kept the young Mirialan's temper down. Meanwhile, the Miraluka's padawan, Zuraa, was enraptured by a blue beauty, Salreia. And apparently the Jedi Shadow Fes had nothing better to do than to have the spotter, Cesna, brag about how she could take out any Jedi without them ever knowing.

It was true, Kristal Serasai was late, but she needed the time to come back to herself after her earlier foray into a rather destructive level of drinking. Dressed properly, looking proper, she moved to somewhere they were serving food and water and aimed to fix some of the damage. It had been long since she attended something like this but she knew the rules well enough to evade attention her way for the most part.

Rather than approach her brother, Lord Haydriss went to Marr's apprentice. "Kristal Serasai. Do I need to introduce myself or are you aware of my identity?"

[Niall Organa]

"Not in the slightest. My parents helped run a spaceport when I was young. Huttese is a common language for traders and explorers and I picked up a bit, though I haven't had occasion to speak it since I left home," she said, swirling the liquid in her glass slightly as she studied its viscosity.

"Oh really? And where was home?" Niall asked politely. "I was raised on Alderaan, myself." If one was familiar with the core world, it was fairly obvious from hearing him speak. "I had the..." He paused, clearing his throat. "That is, I was there not so very long ago. A few weeks."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Cole jogs the small backpack on his shoulder, "if I suggest I came prepared, that'll likely be taken as an insult. Truth be told, I just don't feel right without my kit. I have my scanner right here," and he indicates to one of the several pouches on his belt, "but most people prefer privacy when they're being scanned. Avoids awkward questions, like 'is something wrong?'"

Her eyes widened a little in surprise. "... You meant right now?" she blinked, clearly having been taken unawares.

[Cole Ormont]

He waves the question away with a careless gesture, "no, of course not. I'm sure that you have far more important things to do than help expand the Republic's Xenology database, as valuable as information trading is," he shrugs.

"You didn't strike me as the squeamish type, it's just a mediscanner."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Hardly squeamish," she scoffed. One couldn't be squeamish and last long in her life.

"Just surprised you were carrying that sort of stuff with you." The sith sipped her drink for a moment. "You speak of information trading... tell me then, if it is a trade, what is it that you would give in return?"

[Cole Ormont]

A thoughtful look broke through his guarded expression, "that's a good question, but all I have are a bunch of medical texts in varying states of becoming outdated. So perhaps I asked for purely selfish reasons, though I don't imagine the Sith - or the sith - broker much in good will?"

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"Oh really? And where was home?" Niall asked politely. "I was raised on Alderaan, myself." If one was familiar with the core world, it was fairly obvious from hearing him speak. "I had the..." He paused, clearing his throat. "That is, I was there not so very long ago. A few weeks."

"Dromond Kass," she replied with a shrug and a smile.

"What's it like, being home? Weird?"

[Shaisha Vreysk]

A thoughtful look broke through his guarded expression, "that's a good question, but all I have are a bunch of medical texts in varying states of becoming outdated. So perhaps I asked for purely selfish reasons, though I don't imagine the Sith - or the sith - broker much in good will?"

"Oh, we trade favours and boons all the time," she smirked. "Just not many people like to be willingly indebted to a Sith. But I suppose as a military-man, you have some courage in you."

[Cole Ormont]

Running a hand through his hair, "or maybe I have a low enough self-worth that I'm not particularly worried what kind of price a Sith might try to extract from my hide."

[Sylvain Torsin]

"So not a true sister by blood but functionally." She nods in understanding, "I must confess such pleasant familial relations are not the first thing that comes to mind when speaking to Sith...." Yslane, "...I assume its pleasant? At least it seemed pleasant enough as I was approaching."

"So then how did your family attain their position? If I may ask."

He nods, "Quite pleasant. Shaisha and I were best of friends growing up. We each provide our own strengths to the relationship, it's something that continues now even though our masters do not see eye to eye."

He folded his arms slightly as he saw Kristal enter the party, "And as for my family, it is a long and most likely boring story to anyone outside the Empire, I'm sure.... but House Torsin has been a part of the Empire ever since we relocated to our current capital. We helped build the Empire into what it has become, most directly in the recent past... My father was the top military official in the Empire for most of the past 15 years."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Dangerous words to say when you are here to represent your Republic," she said as one of her ridged eyebrows perked up. "Perhaps tomorrow or the day after.... while I'm not bashful, it's my understand there are those who are more prudish than I."

[Cole Ormont]

He shrugs again and slouches against the table, if I was actually here to represent anything, perhaps, but I know all I'm good for.

"Sure, at your pleasure. Tell me where and when, it's unlikely I'll be doing anything."

[Niall Organa]

"Dromond Kass," she replied with a shrug and a smile.

"What's it like, being home? Weird?"

"Yes and no." He sighed. "Much more yes than no, though. Some things didn't seem to have changed at all. Other things... other things changed almost beyond my comprehending."

He spent a moment in contemplation of his own glass, swirling the liquid in his hand. "Perhaps if it was under different circumstances, it would have been less odd. But it was the very end of my recovery, and then followed by my sister's funeral. Those certainly added to the strangeness."