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

[Sylvain Torsin]

He nodded. "I'm glad I will know someone there then."

[Ashla Vyliis]

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.

Ashla arrived somewhat late. She hadn't gotten the heads up about this meeting. It's almost as if the Republic wanted to keep her from official chats. Still. She came in her Jedi robes. She hated wearing them, but this is a formal gathering after all.

Looking for someone to chat with, she approaches Vec with a drink for both of them. "Hey. How's it going?" She offers him a drink (which if he takes, he discovers to be water).

[Nekoinu]

"I am pleased that the would-be assassin was unsuccessful. You and Layne Hoshin are efficient apprentices."

Haydriss tilted her head again. "We are Sith, Lady Serasai. Blood feuds are common within our Empire and for a variety of reasons."

[Yslane Tssilla]

He nodded. "I'm glad I will know someone there then."

"Well, assuming the delegation or FO don't find someone else, I shall look forward to it then." She replied with a slight smile.

[Sylvain Torsin]

He nodded. "Best part about my day thus far."

[Vec Gunnar]

Vec was perhaps too preoccupied with watching the event and other people mingling with each other. He quickly quite get an inkling whether they were talking business or pleasure, he didn't have the attention span to be that attentive. It was perhaps all the more reason Ashla managed to sneak up on him, or perhaps it was a jedi trick? He eyed her for a moment, more of her choice of robes that supposedly indicated her training than anything.

"Hey," he said in returned and accepted the offered drink, taking a quick glance at its contents. Who drinks water at such an occasion? "Well enough, thanks. Sergeant Gunnar, and you are?"

[Ashla Vyliis]

"Ashla Vyliis. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. The way you were standing, I wasn't sure if you are a guest or on duty."

[Vec Gunnar]

Vec adjusted his long coat slightly with an amused snicker. "The coat means I'm off duty. Sorry, I don't have fancy civilian duds in my locker and this is the best I could muster on short notice. Thanks for the consideration, and the drink," he said before taking a quick sip of water. There was a momentary glance given at the water, wondering how many times they had to filter it on this planet to get it looking this clear.

"You're interrupting nothing," he said as he glanced out to the party in sessions. "Just someone standing about, keeping watch of things and trying to loosen up. Can't say it's working so far. So what do you do exactly?"

[Remmington Thalalas]

"Thank you Sith Thalalas, the honor is mine." The response was slightly forced though.

"Perhaps... a bit later. I do not think even training weapons would ease the mood. Some day perhaps, some day." She patted her saber, but didn't withdrew it. "I hope you understand if I say that for the time beings, I wouldn't want to go into details of our Jedi training. I am thinking of accessorizing, so if you know of any place where I can find attachments, I would appreciate it."

"Or instead we can just show each other some forms. In order to facilitate an exchange of ideas." Remmington suggests.

He nods. "Well I can certainly let you know. Do you do the work on your lightsaber yourself? I usually just find parts and build them myself."

[Ashla Vyliis]

"I like to think of myself as a doctor. Also, a Jedi though I prefer the medical practice. Though if you're looking to loosen up, that will not do." Ashla shouts Huttese to a slave to bring something.... purplish to Vec. "That'll loosen you up."

[Vec Gunnar]

He narrowed his eyes what whatever Ashla had just said to the slave, unsure what just happened in the transaction. "Not completely loosen up, yeah? Sorry, there's a dry humour about me that...no one gets. That was my attempt at being funny, around here."

"Jedi doctor." he said as he considered her with a few nods. "Here I thought Jedi were only Jedi. I can't say I've talked to many people of your great gifts. Don't Jedi have to focus completely on being a Jedi? Trying to do your thing with the Force while being a doctor at the same time must be pretty demanding. I just got one job thankfully, and that's not trying to be funny, thankfully.."

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla doesn't notice his paranoia. "Eh. Don't worry. This will get you drunk, but it's legal in most Republic governments, so it's not that bad."

Ashla thinks carefully how to phrase her situation. "Well, I've been practicing medicine for a few years now. But only got recently 'discovered' as a Force user and was 'encouraged' to become a padawan. Sadly, my practice has been shut down for now while I learn the ways of the Force. And becomes some silly bureaucratic mess." Ashla shrugs. "So, I guess you're right."

Ashla takes a drink of her own beverage. "So, you're a soldier? Have you been in many campaigns?"

[Vec Gunnar]

Vec raised a brow, trying to follow along with this Jedi tutelage topic that he could scarcely follow along, even though he brought it up. "So, something like a growth spurt then, yeah? I'd thought that it was something that you find out early on, in children. That's a shame then, 'bout your practice. Out one spot and into another. Eh, you got friends, at least." He inclined his head toward the room and the other Jedi there.

He took a drink from his and gave a nod. "Yeah, that's right. I don't know if I call them so grand as 'campaigns'. That's probably more for people who get medals but I've been serving for practically over a decade."

[Ashla Vyliis]

"Well, my dad liked to stay on the move and preferred to stay away from authorities. So, there was no one to test me, I guess." Ashla shrugs. "But yeah. The Jedi usually prefer to take children."

Ashla chuckles. "I like you. I find a lot of the...." How do I put this delicately? "people with a lot medals tend to be a bit full of themselves. You seem to be the type who knows how the world really works." Ashla considers her drink for a minute before looking back at the Sergeant. "Seeing what you you've seen, how do you think these talks will end?"

[Arali Zian]

Club Vertica. Even in the best of times, not a place Arali ever wants to be.

A club is supposed to be a place you can relax, cut loose, meet people. Vertica, though? Stuck so far up its own backside, and all politics beside. An awkward exercise in contradiction. And showing up in her Jedi robes, to boot, only makes it worse.

She floats through the crowd, being... aware, if nothing else, not sure where her status or lack thereof puts her. Not that this is anything new; the last decade has been a lot of improvising and making things up as she goes.

((PM if approached.))

[Shaisha Vreysk]

He sucks at his teeth thoughtfully, there was something appealing about the sith's felid appearance. It seemed she'd scented blood, and there was a stalking hunter's slant to her posture. "I'm a medic before anything else. Doesn't need to be anything so dire as assassination. I can patch up huttball players just as proficiently."

"Ah yes, Huttball can turn quite intense," she agrees with a nod. "The game does have its appeal... fast and dangerous, encouraging of dirty play."

She casts a glance through the room as more people arrive, and her eyes narrow slightly.

"Is that the Togruta you spoke of?"

[Cole Ormont]

Speak of the devil, "that's her. I suppose I didn't mention she's a Jedi. Is that a deal breaker?"

[Yslane Tssilla]

He nodded. "Best part about my day thus far."

"...you mean speaking to me is better then surviving an attack on your person and being very nearly in a violent confrontation in the middle of the street?" Her brows shot up, the deadpan delivery a bit ruined by both a hesitant smile and the begins of a chuckle before she even finished speaking.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Speak of the devil, "that's her. I suppose I didn't mention she's a Jedi. Is that a deal breaker?"

"It might be... Jedi do seem to have a wish to exterminate my kind," she didn't specify if she meant Sith or sith, and her narrowed eyes watched the Togruta from afar.

[Niall Organa]

She gave him a wry smile and nodded.

"And you, Captain."

"Until next time, then." He said. And with that, he moved on to mingle with other guests.

...

He didn't go very far when he spotted a familiar face. Or, at least, he was pretty sure it was a familiar face. She was short, tough looking, and if he wasn't mistaken, a Sith. Niall frowned thoughtfully. "Excuse me." He said. "Do I know you from somewhere? Captain Niall Organa, if that helps with your recollection."

[Cole Ormont]

"It might be... Jedi do seem to have a wish to exterminate my kind," she didn't specify if she meant Sith or sith, and her narrowed eyes watched the Togruta from afar.

Cole had left out the part about the young woman's reluctant affiliation on purpose, but as he watched Shaisha's fiery eyes, he found himself curious. "Yet here we are, at peace talks. Why don't I introduce you? Extermination-free, guaranteed." He chuckled a little under his breath at the rhyme and took another swig from his drink.

[Layne Hoshin]

She turned to the man who addressed her, and considered the question. It probably wasn't an attempt to flirt, she decided. Though if it was, it'd been a pretty terrible attempt anyhow. Of course, she didn't know any Organa's, despite crashing one of their parties not too long ago.

"Why?" She asked, curious to see where he'd take this.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Cole had left out the part about the young woman's reluctant affiliation on purpose, but as he watched Shaisha's fiery eyes, he found himself curious. "Yet here we are, at peace talks. Why don't I introduce you? Extermination-free, guaranteed." He chuckled a little under his breath at the rhyme and took another swig from his drink.

"... It is for the sake of diplomacy, after all," she said with some resignation, gesturing for the petty officer to do the work.

[Niall Organa]

She turned to the man who addressed her, and considered the question. It probably wasn't an attempt to flirt, she decided. Though if it was, it'd been a pretty terrible attempt anyhow. Of course, she didn't know any Organa's, despite crashing one of their parties not too long ago.

"Why?" She asked, curious to see where he'd take this.

Niall blinked, but his polite expression didn't change. "I was hoping to identify where I knew you from. Ummm... I don't think I've seen you on the field." Although his memory of her was recent. His eyes narrowed. "You haven't been to Alderaan recently, have you?" It couldn't be her... could it? But where else would he remember a Sith?

[Cole Ormont]

"... It is for the sake of diplomacy, after all," she said with some resignation, gesturing for the petty officer to do the work.

He shoves off the table, running a hand through his hair, and snags a fresh drink as he moves gracelessly through the crowd, surprisingly unabashed to put a shoulder to people in his way, but effectively clearing a path for the sith. "Say... the Republic compound is off-limits to you, right? But if you're half as good at infiltration as you claim, should I be worried? I mean, I don't have a blaster, so I can't exactly sleep with one under my pillow."