Theatre

The old warrior's surprise would have been evident through the Force, although his face was shielded from view. It was true, his intel on Corellia was not as good as it used to be, and almost all of the handful of council members he knew personally had long since departed. "I have a lot of respect for the Jetii of Corellia, and I once fought alongside them, in the old days when the galaxy was aflame with wars, and the Siit anything that moved. They are certainly in most capable hands with your leadership. But the High Council?" He paused audibly. "I would not have predicted you for that role." He took another sip from beneath the edge of his faceplate. "Congratulations, I guess. I hope you enjoy it more than I enjoyed holding the Helm."

The old man laughed heartily. "Me, surreptitiously removed? They certainly tried a few times, but no one had the courage to complete a duel. I left on my own terms, and entrusted the Helm to a more capable leader than I ever was." Whether this was actually true or not was left to the hearers to decide, but Taung had served the vode well, and so had Reyn, when his turn came. Beyond them, Plu's connection to the Mandalorian leadership had waned considerably. But he had continued to watch, from a distance.

"Su'cuy, ner'ad." The Aliit'alor of the Or'dinii greeted his nephew. He grinned to himself at the cryptic question. "The campaign has been quite a success of late. The Chiss have been unusually quiet in recent years, but that has allowed me unobstructed access to quite a number of star systems in search of intelligence, without answering a thousand questions from some Force Commander with an overinflated ego." He paused, and glanced at Ael uncertainly before continuing. "I may even have located the plans for the ori'besbe'trayc (superweapon) at last." It didn't really matter if she knew what that word meant or not, either way it was bound to prompt some questions -- and some suspicions. But his project was of benefit to the Jetii as well, whether they knew about it or not.

There was more laughter from beneath Plu's red bucket. "I take it, Master Jade, that you are familiar with my, what do you call it, nephew, I believe is the term?" He motioned, indicating Zhar, the son of his adopted brother, before turning his attention back to Neassa.

"A wise choice, no pile of credits is worth getting chilled." He commented bluntly. Idly, Plu wondered if any of the old bounties for his head on a platter were still valid. There had been some incredible sums offered back in the old days, but he couldn't imagine that anyone had kept those grudges after all these years. Heck, half of his enemies were dead by this point. That is, half of the ones he had allowed to live, had died of other causes by now. If you counted all the ones he'd killed too, well then, the survival rate was pretty poor.

"What?" He replied in surprise at her lack of recognition. "Oh, right. That adventure hasn't happened yet, even though it's in the past, as we sit here today." The warrior shook his head slowly in frustration. Plu stuck a hand through the fourth wall and slapped the man pulling his strings from behind a keyboard. That's for not telling my story in a reasonable amount of time -- look how much you've confused my own family members! "This, Neass'ika, is gar'vod (your brother) Z'har Dizen O'rdinii." He motioned as he introduced the pair of cousins. "Z'har, this is ner'ad (my daughter) Neassa Or'dinii."

Plu scanned the room as he watched the other guests exiting. The last award had been announced, and the after-party was starting. "Looks like it's time to move if we want the drinks to keep flowing our way." He stood up, and waited for the others to do likewise, motioning for Ael and Neassa to lead the way into the Main Hall.