Aedon Gavin Montrose
The Organization
Enjoying a well-aged bottle of scotch...
Posts: 356 
Affiliation: "Veritas" Crew
Traffic Light: Yellow
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Oct 21, 2018 3:14:51 GMT -8
Aedon had been meandering through the party for some time now; playing a couple of hands of Sabaac, trying out some fancy new game called "Texas Hold 'Em", and having a few drinks along the way. He noted the card games had a rhythm to them, and his fellow players each had something to contribute to the "beat". It was fun to watch, and even funner when he participated. Looking around the room, he saw his Bothan crewmate hanging out at the bar with a human female, who was attractive, he couldn't deny it. He couldn't place where he knew her from, if he had any idea at all who she was. Big galaxy, and all that.Taking a moment to head over to the bar, he arrived when she was getting the bottle of her current drink. He chuckled, and set his glass of Greybeard scotch on one of the provided light-up coasters they had sitting on the bar. Motioning for the barkeep to get him a refill, he nodded in approval toward the young woman.
"Kriff yeah! Now it's a party...Na'me, you still nursing that first glass?!"
Shaking his head "Third, Gav. I'm on my third." He looked back to Ami, and motioned towards the purple-haired Zeltron "Miss Westar, may I introduce my Captain, Aedon Montrose? Cap, this is Miss Ami-Lee Westar, currently running with...what crew was it again?"
The barkeep refreshed Aedon's drink, which had found its way back into the Zeltron's hand. The two of them, now off to one side of Ami, were now engaged in the conversation with the young lady and awaited her answer.
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Isabelle Eoura
The Organization
"Be one with the shadows."
Posts: 192 
Affiliation: The Draykon Crew...for now
Traffic Light: Green
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on Oct 21, 2018 20:17:04 GMT -8
Neither breaking eye contact when Isabelle looks at her silently nor moving her leg when their calves touch, Neassa wishes for a moment that she knew what it is that Izzy searches for or possibly tries to convey, but knows that the wish is futile; whether Isabelle knows what she looks for or tries to communicate is something Neassa imagines she will never know, if Isabelle herself even knows given that Neassa feels at times that the woman has concealed who she is and what she wants beneath the roles she plays and the desires she projects to manipulate others or to keep them from gaining any true sense of who she is that it is anyone's guess whether Isabelle herself knows what lays beneath all the masks she wears.
When asked whether or not she remembers Siroun, the prim and proper psychologist the Organization had in its employ, Neassa laughs at first, wondering what, if anything the woman had managed to learn about Isabelle, "Of course, how could I forget her. Siroun had been somewhat remote, removed from the operational personnel by virtue of her role in the Organization, but Neassa recalls that she had a surprisingly sharp sense of humor, refined to match her personality of course, to match her intellect, the former of which, while not often given an opportunity for expression, seldom failed to amuse Neassa. Frowning as her thoughts turn naturally to what fate may have befallen Siroun when the Organization was attacked and left in disarray, Neassa wonders aloud, I wonder if she survived?" |
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Oct 22, 2018 2:53:16 GMT -8
Amy shrugged indifferently at the inquiry about her crew and said, “Just a crew of people, I guess, we don't even got a name. Nice t' meetcha, Aedon Montrose. An' ya can call me Amy or Millie, whichever y'prefer.”
The Corellian woman had raised her bottle in a sort of greeting to Aedon when he'd arrived. She'd taken a wild guess that the two were acquainted, the Bothan and the Zeltron, before Na'me even confirmed it. But she was careful about revealing Galdaart Fel's name, or her association with him, should it turn out any number of people here might hold a grudge for whatever reason, she did not need to bring heat down on herself or the captain.
“Take it ya've been 'round a fair bit, judgin' by your crewmate. Not sure I'll have one, if at all, after this, sure Na'me could tell ya more rather'n have me repeat myself, unless you want me to.” She took a long pull of her drink.
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Adrien Draykon
Retired High Councilor 
The Smuggler King
Posts: 720
Traffic Light: Orange
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Oct 28, 2018 9:47:53 GMT -8
With a firm grip he received Mira's handshake as his smirk widened to a toothier grin. "You're welcome, and the pleasure is all mine." Still holding Mira's hand, though his grip had loosened, Adrien stared into Mira's beautiful blue eyes when the other began to speak and he diverted his attention away momentarily. "Not as often as I'd like." The question answered with a short laugh, as he finally let go of Mira's hand. "It's a rare occasion that so many of us get to meet without there being some sort of emergency or some dangerous job down the pipe." He said extending his hand to the other, "And you are?"
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Ty Loms
The Organization
Director of STARS
Posts: 103
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Post by Ty Loms on Oct 28, 2018 10:02:32 GMT -8
Turning to the human in the white suit enjoying a whiskey, Nkosana asks cheerfully, "So, like, what crew are you with, dude? Hooking a thumb over his shoulder to indicate Sango, he says, We're, like, with the Jang crew." Ty's writer becomes slightly embarrassed that he didn't see this and apologizes while Ty himself sets his glass on the counter before realizing that someone is talking to him. He glances over to see Nkosana and debates momentarily on how to answer the question. "No crew, not anymore anyway." The Jang crew was unfamiliar to Ty but so were many smugglers out there, the ones he did know about were from his days leading the Bloody Aces and recruitment was in full swing. |
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Deleted Member
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2018 19:28:17 GMT -8
Blushing demurely when Adrien kisses her hand while maintaining eye contact, Vejide resists the urge to playfully pout that his duties as host require that he mingle rather than linger with her, smiling coquettishly as she says, "Oh, of course, I wouldn't want to deny any of your guests the pleasure of your company, would I?" Sighing wistfully as she watches Adrien head off, Vejide fans her neck with her free hand for a moment before looking around to see where the rest of the crew have gotten themselves off to.
Observing that Nkosana, Sango, and Dikeledi are all engaged in conversations with other guests while Fumnanya is looking at some tapestries all by himself, Vejide heads over to the tapestries and stands beside him, sipping her drink and then saying, "Guess who I just met?"
Chuckling and arching an amused eyebrow, Fumnanya replies, "Don't need to guess when you practically ran off when you saw Captain What's His Name over there."
Elbowing Fumnanya playfully in the ribs, Vejide says, "You know very well who he is. Don't be all jelly 'cause you wish you were as cool as he is."
Doing his best to look annoyed, Fumnanya grouses, "I ain't jelly."
Patting Fumnanya's shoulder in mock consolation, Vejide tells him in an exagerratedly soothing tone, "Aw, you're plenty cool too, Captain. Pausing for effect, she adds, Just not as cool as him."Ty's writer becomes slightly embarrassed that he didn't see this and apologizes while Ty himself sets his glass on the counter before realizing that someone is talking to him. He glances over to see Nkosana and debates momentarily on how to answer the question. "No crew, not anymore anyway." The Jang crew was unfamiliar to Ty but so were many smugglers out there, the ones he did know about were from his days leading the Bloody Aces and recruitment was in full swing.
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