Up and Away ((Anthelion crew and invited Guests))

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

((Invited Guests: Latus - Roland Ricketts, Sporky - Griggor Sark, Casual - Cas Tarshann, and Kuhblam - Ashur Del Fin. All men would need to have -something- product-related on the Anthelion to be invited, please be sure to mention what it is somewhere in your posts so we can all keep track. Thankies ^_^))

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Finally.

The Farghul captain was almost literally bristling with excitement. Time and again she found herself having to smooth out her fur as she paced her office, answering the plethora of comm notifications, reminders, requests, checks, tests…and this wasn’t to mention the foot traffic that came and went! The little droid that had (surprisingly) named herself Diana vacillated between excitable and calm as Zha went about her business. The funny thing about this droid, as the captain was learning, was that it (she…she…Zha kept having to remind herself)…that SHE was exceedingly real. Diana was quite life-like in her ‘emotions;’ so much so that sometimes Zharra found herself forgetting that the little mink-like droid was just that…a droid.

Now, some may have asked what all the bustle was about. The ship, Anthelion, was serenely docked at one of the KDY’s many ports, so that ruled out battle. There wasn’t any damage done to the vessel, it was as keen and shiny as the sword the feline captain was strapping about her waist, so that ruled out repairs. No…all the fuss was, for once, a relatively good thing: Anthelion was about to start her maiden voyage. This meant that last minute checks were being done, crew being accounted for, initial reports being given, and preparations being made for their honored guests. Actually, scratch that last part, the preparations were primarily completed…which helped ease the stressed Farghul’s mind just a bit.

”Come now, Zharra dear, you look very good. Not a hair out of place.”

”There are a great many hairs out of place, Diana, and it bothers me. However, it will have to do.”

Her ears flattened slightly as she brushed through her hair (not her fur, mind you, though she would be doing that soon enough) once again and carefully positioned her hat atop her head before she checked her dress uniform once more. Mid-calf high, black, dress boots were polished and scuff free. Uniform pants were clean, pressed, and in good order. Her coat was tidy, well fitting, and in perfect shape, the high collar nearly touching her jaw. Golden rank insignias adorned both corners of the collar, matching symbols of her rank showing on the shining black brim of her cap, shoulder boards, and in the slim rings embroidered at the cuffs of her sleeves. With her rank bars clipped neatly over her left upper chest, and her sword strapped cleanly about her waist, she…was about as ready as she would be.

”There…see? Didn’t I tell you that you looked wonderful? You must relax, dear, or you’ll run yourself into the ground before the day is done.”

Green-blue eyes blinked over at the little, shimmering, droid as she sat calmly atop the desk. Of all things she couldn’t believe that the droid was right. It earned a mild chuckle and a slight shake of the head from the Farghul woman as she buttoned up the last bit of her uniform over her right shoulder and pulled on her white gloves. ”I suppose you’re correct, Diana.” Turning to look at the time, her anxiously twitching tail froze. ”They had better be ready down in the galley, because we’ll have guests any time now. Speaking of any time now, we need to leave to greet them. Come along.” Holding out an arm to the familiar, Diana would work her way up the appendage carefully and settle atop her shoulder.

Locking her office, she would move through the ship down toward the docking collar. It had already been made clear that Tyros (her second) was to meet her there to greet their guests at 11:50, and that all other officers and NCOs not performing essential duties or final scans were to meet in the galley at the beginning of afternoon watch. So it was that at 11:49.58 Zharra arrived at the docking collar and stepped through the thick double doors into the KDY hall in her pristine navy-blue full-dress uniform, one hand lightly holding her sheathed cutlass to keep it steady and looking, as they say, “bright eyed and bushy tailed.” Thankfully, for her anyway, this was without actually being bushy tailed.

Also, thankfully, she was the first one there.

The expressive little FIDES on her shoulder glanced around, the purple and blue speckles of glitter embedded in her ‘skin’ catching the light and sending shimmers of it all about the hallway. It made her partner sigh in exasperation, even as Diana sat up on her haunches, balancing on Zharra’s shoulder, and clapped her front paws together. ”Lovely…first ones here. I'm sure Tyros will be here soon, and then our guests…” she paused, her voice trailing off, and Zha could almost feel the excitement rolling off of her. How is that even possible? She’s a droid for galaxy’s sake! ”It’s all so exciting! Just think…we’ll all be bound for the stars soon!”

”Diana, let me make something very clear to you right now: Contain your excitement or you will be going back to the office to wait.”

For all of her own anticipation, Zharra was an image of calm confidence…perhaps even elegance…certainly a far cry from the woman who had been pacing her office not long before. Diana was taken aback, dropping to all fours again and stretching her body out to get a better look at Zha’s eyes. ”I'm very sorry, Zha—captain. I just thought…you seemed so excited to be away…”

”I am, but that does not mean that I will let it override my good sense, or drive me to speak too much.”

Diana seemed to want to say something in return but stopped herself, simply nodding instead, when Tyros appear.

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((to avoid any further confusion: Zharra and Tyros will be at the DOCKING COLLAR of Anthelion; the place where the ship connects to the KDY port hall. Zha is out waiting in the hall for their guests, as would Tyros. All OTHER officers would be in the galley/mess hall.

That is all, thank you))

[Jazen]

Today was the day.

That thought scrolled about the mind of Tyros Elrune, one among the many that rolled about the Rilan commander's mind. For the last four days, it had been the backseat ideal, drifting just in the shadows of more important matters at the time, but always appearing long enough to remind him that it was there. And that it was coming. And with each appearance of the thought, Tyros became aware of how much work there was still to be done before the promised day arrived.

It was those thoughts that had dominated his mind for the last four days. The second in command of the newly christened warship Anthelion, Tyros had spent those last four days doing what his job demanded of him. Checking crew lists, double and triple checking that all the necessary supplies had arrived and been properly stored, inspecting the different sections to make sure everything was running smoothly. There was plenty more to do though, and he had less work to do than the Captain herself did. When he had been able, he had opted to assist her in some of those tasks, although there was only so much he could do with his level of access.

The rest of his time, what little left to him in order to ensure the work got done on time, was spent doing the basic necessaries and personal matters. Also, during his inspections of the ship, Tyros had made it his personal mission to follow the example Zharra had showed him at their first meeting. And that was to speak with as many of the crew as he was able, introducing himself, learning their names and matching a face to that name, learning where they were staffed and in his case, one personal piece of information about each of them. Something for conversation later if the chance arose or information that he could use to regard them about later. Know your allies for it will count when the time is dire.

And now the day was here. Tyros had made sure to get some proper rest the night before, although he had woken up earlier then he had intended. Why he had done so crossed his mind and a particular conversation he had with one of the engineers came to light. Jitters the man called it, nerves on end before a big day. Fearful or anticipation of something that either made the individual happy or terrified. Perhaps that was the case to some degree; he'd worry about it later. It was certainly not fear though, he'd dealt with that demon when he first arrived.

Seeing as he was already awake, Tyros spent his extra time preparing himself for what was to come. The Anthelion was scheduled to set off today, effectively starting her service and being sent off on her maiden voyage. On top of that, several honored guests; the CEO's of several of the biggest corporations in the Republic, were arriving to see the ship off as well. One of those figures was the ship's designer, one Griggor Stark. Three others dotted the list; Roland Ricketts, Cas Tarshann and Ashur Del Fin. All four men were well known to the galaxy at large and upon learning of their visit, Tyros had spent a percentage of his time studying them and their companies. Needless to say, their visit was a grand honor, though Tyros wondered why the other three were coming to see off a vessel made by another. Checking out the competition perhaps? He let that filter into his many thoughts for later; he was getting off course.

His attire was quickly changed into something more befitting such an event, the clothes chosen the night before and carefully prepared and settled into in little time at all. His dress uniform, ironed to be as wrinkle free as possible, clung to his form nicely, as if the uniform adhered to his exact shape when he wore it. Black gloves covered his hands, with equally black boots covering up to his shin's. His uniform pants were the mirror equal of his upper clothing, form fitting and smooth. At his waist was a finely crafted blade, hanging from the belt that wrapped around his center. Finally, his red and black hair, trimmed down to a more manageable level for the moment, was slicked back and placed under his uniform hat, securing it in place. A final check ensured his blaster was on hand and that the attire was in proper order, leaving him with just enough time to meditate once more.

Heavy boots treaded the halls as Tyros finally left his quarters, the door sealing tight behind him. At Zharra's request, the officers and NCO's not occupied with the management of the ship at this present time were to gather in the ship's gallery. He, however, was to meet with her at the ship's docking collar to greet their guests. The exact time for the meet was 11:50 and per Tyros's calculations, he would arrive just short of that. His timing was off, however, so he found himself making the final approach to the collar at 11:50, arriving just in time to see a familiar tail move through the closing door. His arrival was a few moments later, the door likely hissing less than a minute after Zharra as the Rilan commander approached her side through the sliding doors. Every bit as well dressed as he was, Zharra stood alone there...except for the small being on her shoulder.

The small droid, which had taken to dubbing itself Diana, was an oddity to Tyros. Yes, it was clear that the small being was a droid, however, it..."she", acted almost as if she was a living breathing creature. Tyros had heard of advanced droids but Diana...Diana outclassed any form of AI he had heard of. However had created her must have been a genius on a level the galaxy rarely saw.

When Zharra had returned from her secret meeting with the unknown group that had used paper messages to contact her, the little droid had been returned with her. Tyros was there when she arrived, as per her orders at the time, yet despite him asking what had happened and where she had acquired Diana, the Captain had remained quiet about the details of the event. Something she told him, that she could not discuss. It didn't sit well with him, being left in the dark about the matter but he accepted it anyway. What other choice did he have? Diana had proved herself useful over the last few days, so Tyros had let that cover the tab for his questions.

He tilted his head to Diana before saluting Zharra, his one hand remaining rested on the hilt of his sword to prevent it from swinging. "Tyros Elrune, reporting as ordered Captain. And fair afternoon to you as well Diana." Dropping the salute, he looked over to the fresh white walls around them, noting that this would likely be the last time he would see them this way. They rarely lasted once the ship's got under way. Although he promised he would not, he could not help but reach out to Zharra in the Force, reading the barely contained joy and worry hidden below her calm and elegant surface. He did not blame her.

"So finally the day has come. It has been the longest and the shortest four days one can face in life, but the moment if upon us. The Anthelion will finally see space like so many of her brother and sister ships before her have. I must admit, I would be lying to say this day has not been prodding at the back of my mind constantly. It's a wonderful feeling, launching in a new ship for the first time; more so when your the Captain of that vessel I have no doubt.

But I speak plainly. The ship is working better than expected considering the short notice for our launch date and the mood of the crew is light and cheerful. I fully expect our launch to proceed swiftly and without error." Turning his head lightly to look at her out of the corner of his eye, he added one more thing.

"You could not have made that uniform any smoother if you ran it over with a steamroller ma'am. I am impressed and in awe, as I'm sure our guests will agree. I am honored to serve with you this day." With that he went silent as the door hissed again, his eyes turning to watch the first of their guests arrive. The day has come. And my path to the future yields its way before me. Now let's see where it ends.

[Kuhblam]

(OOC: Under the assumption there's other guests but they won't board...)

"And so here I was, in my private speeder about to leave the Chancellor's landing pad, and this bumbling fool dusting off as well from an adjacent pad comes over and chips away at my four billion credit paint job. You can only guess what I did then."

"You must have sued that poor soul for everything he had!"

"Only four billion credits? You are too modest, Ashur! But really... only four billion?"

Ashur Del Fin chuckled for a moment, his face lighting up. One hand was in the pocket of his tan slacks, the other holding up a glass of Corellian Reserve. He was dressed in the clothes of a practical Coruscanti businessman; there was no elaborate robes for this occasion. His seamless suit was of a tan, beige nature and his pressed shirt was cream white although he wore no tie. He was still in his thirties, in his prime; he had no need for extremely formal clothes. In the military style of his planet, his brown hair was buzzed but not too short. His father might have disapproved of going along with the cultural male haircut of their home world; of course Father was not present. Father was rather dead, his ashes scattered to the winds after an untimely demise by heart attack. Ashur's grin loosened a bit at the thought of his father passing away once more, but he otherwise did not think more of it. Consequently, he returned to the conversation.

"Oh yes, I sued him for everything he had. Ah, the wonders of having one of the best law firms in the galaxy at your finger tips. Needless to say, he won't be driving speeder taxis for charities anymore, eh?"

The other two corporates chuckled a bit more as each of them took a swig of the brandy, an ironically fitting drink for the highlight of the day's hours. The third one, his last name Corleone, spoke up immediately after gulping down his drink. His words put on a more melancholy tone for their section of the Port Hall, which had been decorated up to par for the occasion in Ashur's opinion.

"I'm sorry to hear about Quintus, Ashur. He was a fine businessman and good friend of the family. If you ever need anything---."

Ashur raised his free hand from his pocket and placed it on his colleague's shoulder.

"No need to feel sorry, Don. He lived a long life, and although it is regrettable he left us but a week ago, it was expected. His heart condition was not improving even with the most expensive quality medical treatment."

The third man nodded in respect and turned to Ashur and then the Don.

"There was not much you could have done for him, Ashur. Regardless, he raised a fine son, a spitting image of his father, yes? To Quintus."

"To Quintus!"

"...To Quintus."

The trio nodded, raised their glasses as a toast, and each took another large gulp of Corellian Reserve. Ashur downed more of his drink eagerly. Talking about his father was not an easy subject when his death was still so recent. Ashur turned once more to the third man.

"Rest assured, I will do him and the company proud. He taught me everything he knew and more."

"We have every faith in you, Ashur. But be careful of that Sark fellow who should show up soon. He will try to trick you, and although you have the experience of someone twice your age he is still older. Be wary if he asks anything of you."

Ashur nodded once more. Sark. That was the last name of the man who was infringing on Anduran Armalites' customers. They easily rivaled each other in size as two of the largest military conglomerates in the Republic, but Sark's corporation was a little more diversified with their products range. Then again, Ashur controlled a planet free of Republic restrictions while Sark had to deal with shipyards full of bumbling regulation officials. Still, in a game of wits, Ashur would have to be on his best behavior. He was new to this arena without the guiding hand of his beloved father to stay him from the prodigal path. He'd unfortunately have to be nice to that crusty old Ricketts and the mercenary-style Tarshann when they arrived as well. That also meant revealing his company's new product with due haste; a rather expensive war droid of an Impervium exoskeleton armed to the teeth. It was a specialty product, of course, but alone it could knock out dozens of the nearest competitor without taking a scratch. Or so Ashur liked to boast, anyhow. Well, maybe some scratches after all, but it still beat out any other close competitors in the battle droid market. It was a simple concept; why not make mechanized assault warriors out of an unbreakable substance? Only mass-combined laser fire could destroy one; of course, most infantry defenses would not have the coordination to take one down without vehicular support.

His mind turned back to the game. It was dead set noon, and he had not yet greeted the captain of this ship as was customary. He had been one of the first to arrive yet he had not met up or conversed with the ship's naval crew. Already a very small amount of guests not destined to board the ship were springing up. He would have to leave his companions behind until his return. Admittedly, Ashur was surprised that they had been invited yet would not board the ship.

"Well, I must bid you adieu, gentlemen. I am set for a tour of Sark's new frigate with a few other select CEOs."

Shaking hands jovially once more, Virgil turned away as he headed for the docking collar end of the port all. His stark brown eyes caught the glimpse of two women in a small group of businessmen along the way, but Ashur didn't have time to pursue more carnal temptations. He looked towards two stark figures directly in front of him; one, a rather elegant female Farghul, and to the side another man also dressed crisply for the occasion. From her rank insignia, Ashur identified her as the Captain of the ship; from her attendant, he identified a Chief Petty Officer.

Thank the Senate for a partial military upbringing.

One hand still with glass in hand, he extended his free hand once more to each of them, first to the Captain and then her attendant. A smile adorned his face once more and his words were crisp yet clear.

"Good afternoon, good afternoon. Ashur Del Fin, CEO of Anduran Armalites and possible future Lannister of Andura. I presume you would be the Captain by your insignia, and you her second? Crisp appearances and on time; I'm already impressed.

[Sporky]

"Must there be all this fuss?"

I know you want to want to watch that documentary about rice farming, sir. But really, it's just a few hours.

"That's not what I wanted to..very well, then. What sort of security are we bringing this time?"

An Iron Tron, sir. They would only allow one.

"Ah, yes...the TS-series. My first droid. How nostalgic. "

Grigor Sark, titan of industry, tramped along one of the many hallways of the Kuat Drive Yards, avian droid perched on the long since padded shoulder of his suit and another bulky humanoid droid clanking along beside him. There was a power, a smugness in his walk. For such a small man, he carried himself like someone who knew they could punch your face in half without breaking a sweat.

The crowds parted as he walked through them, and his middle-aged ears brought him faint whispers of his name, a tiny smirk following suit. Yes, Sark knew he wielded power..more power than most would suspect. He had plans, oh yes..he had plans.

Sir,it's the next hallway on your right..sir, you just passed it.

Not wanting to look like too much of a fool, Sark opted to take the long, looping way around instead of turning back. It cost him a few minutes, yes, but he could afford to be a few minutes late.

As his destination neared, his switched to his kind face, the well-practiced gentle smile easing itself onto his face like an old shoe. He flashed his authorization as the appropriate places, and was waved through. Directed by his shoulder-mounted companion, he made his way toward the Anthelion. An Ogma class...oh my, that was a bad batch of days. Such a nasty illness.

Sark's eyes were glued to the Anthelion as he made his way toward the docking collar. Standard, generic Ogma...though even a generic Ogma was something to be feared. After all, he had personally drawn up the blueprints for it.

The very short 'hallway' formed by the meeting of the Anthelion's docking ring and the dock fromed abruptly, and Sark was startles for a very brief moment. He looked down, and saw himself in the company of others. The Farghul caught his eye the most. She had all the trappings of a skipper, and most definitely seemed to wear the pants, as it were, in the group of people before him.

You will have to excuse Master Sark, he is simply having fond recollections of the birth of the Ogma class. Sir, please. There will be time for nostalgia later.

Glaring at the droid on his shoulder as best he could, Sark nodded and approached the Farghul. "He is right. My apologies. You are the captain, I presume?"

[Latus]

“Well come on, Manfred. It'll not do to have us late.”

The smile on Roland's face was appreciable as his feet left the boarding ramp of the Northern Citizen and stepped onto the massive KDY facility in earnest. Dressed in an older three piece suit he certainly looked the part of a businessman. The matte black of the suit matched well with his unpolished shoes and worn soft hat. From the tips of his toes to his thick frame glasses to his neatly trimmed medium length hair he felt like his standing. As he stood waiting patiently he received a few long glances from those passerby who had the time to look up. To each he smiled and tipped his hat in a gesture that averted eyes and caused more than one blush. Ever since taking control of NMT and a few overzealous holonet reporters he found himself unable to go out in public without the unwanted glances. His face was known, indeed. Yes, he was the founder and CEO, a man who had more than money to his name, but inside he was starting to feel quite old indeed. Mr. Ricketts didn't want the glory, the fame; that was for the young people. He reckoned that, eventually, he would retire in semi-luxury but until that time he had a Republic to serve. He was all too willing.

The rubber end of his cane tapped impatiently on the tarnished walkway as he glanced toward his ship. The lag time of Manfred, his Security head, was becoming unnecessary. He was just about to call again when the Shistavanen male trotted from the hold pulling the zipper up on his Eureka security vest; one of Roland's civilian protection projects. His dress-jacket was slung over his shoulder and, aside from his “bare” footpads, he looked more like a member of the Coruscanti Secret Service than a simple security officer. The canine humanoid was trimmed and cleanly pressed but maintained the air of imtinidation as he was heavily muscled and stood a head and a half taller than his employer. He breathed heavily as he reached Roland in strides effortlessly slipping his dress jacket over the vest.

“Eureka zipper broke, had to find another.” The gruff voice left little to the imagination and, soon the glances were quickly passed off on Manfred rather than Roland.

“Oh? That took less time than I would have expected. I thought we were out of quadruple extra-large. Come, we have a dock and a half to cover.”

Walking stiffly, cane in hand, the pair were soon strolling slowly side-by-side into the crowded halls and vast corridors of one of the largest Republic shipyards in the world. As before the glances were visible from passerby but Roland acted like he didn't notice as they were never on him for long. A grunt, a huff from Manfred indicated another had been quelled; Roland lost count after a while. Even through this the businessman's smile never flickered as he glanced at his colleague, the gruff voice and imposing form bothering him not at all. The CEO was one of few who knew that Manfred had a 129 IQ and a heart of gold; the reasons he chose the Shista for the position.

Eventually the halls cleared out some, noise level dropping to where the prevalent noise was the clicking of Manfred's claws and the tapping of Roland's cane on the metallic floor. As much as he could Roland gazed through the transparisteel windows, not at the surface of Kuat but at the plethora of ships docked at the massive floating space station. He, like a small child, loved the look of the massive warships, taken in by their polished hulls, silent cannons and complex designs. He just never imagined that, after so many years of looking, one of them actually had systems that he had personally developed. His smile grew again and he paused at the end of a long hallway, the window opening onto the “Construction“ sector. With a glance up and right he caught a smirk on Manfred's muzzle and the security officer nodded. Their destination was set back from more of the larger ships in a frigate dock, her hull gleaming like lapis, all alight in the darkness of space; the Anthelion.

“Marvelous.”

“We are running late, Mr. Ricketts.”

“Oh, yes. I'm sorry, these old legs got the better of me. Come.”

As the pair moved ever onward they remained silent. Roland and Manfred had spoken at length on the Citizen before they arrived. White Roland wanted to keep up appearances, Manfred just liked the short silence; the pair were actually quite talkative. Roland knew, however, that Manfred's ears were quite sensitive and the party to come would likely grate on him. He would not mind if his friend stepped out, not like anyone was out for his neck here.

It was finally that they reached the docking cluster for the Anthelion. Folk were running everywhere as final preparations were made to finally cast the great ship off. Even so, the throng was just thick enough that the odd passerby bumped into the pair as they made their way through. It was in this situation that Manfred shined, a strong yet gentle arm guiding folk out of their way as Roland, cane still clicking on the metal floor, stepped into the Shista's wake.

Soon enough and without too much trouble the pair reached the docking collar. Two men stood before the entrance, armed marines standing at attention. Manfred led the way until they reached the eddy before the airlock itself. Roland noticed the pair seemed to tense up as they inspected the great humanoid before him and it was in that moment that he slipped around his guard into their sight. The men looked flabbergasted by the pair.

At least Roland thought so, his smiling face looked up at each of them in turn.

“Good day, gentlemen. I believe I am expected.”

“Mr. Ricketts, good to have you. If you would please, give me a moment...”

The soldier made to reach for a key card but Roland held up his hand.

“No need, son.” Roland paused in speaking and stepped foreword to address the control panel properly, smile fading slightly. “Run, D-staff entrance protocol, lima dash romeo romeo one four niner. Execute, zulu tango.” His voice was strong and commanding. Stepping back he only had to wait a moment before the door slid open with a whoosh. “Ta.”

Manfred on his heel and a spring in his step he strode into the docking collar hoping to mingle with the other guests before the dedication. However, only a stride in Roland was stopped by a very pleasant sight, four folk looking like they were perfectly in place. Two appeared from the back to simply be other guests but the pair standing before them were dressed in their blue, gold, and black finest. The first was a man who looked like he had pressed his uniform with a little too much starch, the other was a farghul woman he had not seen in quite some time, wore white gloves, and on her shoulder sat a small droid. It was wrapped around her trunk for support. His smile returned with a vengeance and Manfred chuckled.

“Ah, Captain Zharra!”

Stepping foreword Roland reached out with his hand still clutching his cane and took hers. Pulling it to his lips he gave it a kiss and a wrapped both hands around her white gloved one, lowering it into a gentle shake.

“My goodness, so good to see you. Master Elrune, looking as neat and pressed as nervous politician. Diana as well, shiny as the noon-day sun on a lake. Captain, radiant as ever. Well met, it is so good to see you all again.”

Behind him Manfred shook his head slightly, knowing too well that this was how he always greeted beings of high station. For Mr. Ricketts was, if nothing else, old fashioned. The shistavanen was given the chance to work for several other companies but only Roland seemed to have any sense of the greater good. That was why he signed on with this offer and no other.

“I'm sure you remember my Security Officer, Mr. Orren.”

“How do you do.” The shista said roughly, reaching out his thick hand to shake those of their hosts.

Waiting no longer than he had to he turned to the other members, one who looked out of place among the military personnel, the other to be who Roland though. The former was a man of short, dark brown hair wearing very business-like garb whereas the latter was gaunt, pale, and had a droid looking similar in ways to Diana on his shoulder. Roland had heard of both men; the first came into power when his father passed on. The other was simply a titan of industry, before which his own company seemed minute in comparison. The products the first designed were in the category of weapons and he walked like a man who had something to prove; Ashur Del Fin. The second made Ashur look a pre-graduate student and was known to make most of the ships still docked at KDY, even the Anthelion herself; Grigor Sark. Despite his own reservations of both, Mr. Del Fin seemed to be an honest sort; Roland found it hard to think less of someone simply by the goods he produced. Gently he reached a hand toward Ashur.

And Mr. Del Fin, it is a pleasure to meet you. I heard about your loss and I am sorry; Quintus Del Fin was a fine member of the Republic. I am sure you will do him proud.

Roland smiled at the man, technically his competition, without malice. They were all sentient beings, and far be it for the old man to judge anyone for the goods they sold. A infantisimal glance at Manfred told the Shistavanen all he needed to know.

He was not as lenient with Sark although his face appeared with the same smile and offered the same handshake.

As I live and breathe, if it isn't Mr. Sark. You have made a fine ship, sir.

He didn't mince words, that his only hint that he was less than pleased to have the great Grigor Sark walking around. THe glance was longer to Manfred this time, the Shistavanen quirking a small grin in response.

I do hope we are not late, a faulty zipper would be an unworthy excuse if we missed the celebration.

[Casual]

Days like these don't come often. The launch of a beautiful ship and the rarity of invitation on board such a craft. He knew the treat it was, and it was his sign he was moving up in the world. Obscurity would be much more difficult to maintain for Cas Tarshann, but having spent years in such a situation, he'd find ways to blending back into the crowd. This was all moot now. He had to look to the present.

The present was currently the Kuat Drive Yards. He was making his way through the riff raff and towards the docking collar of the Anthelion. He chose to leave his droid ambassador behind, deciding that it would be best to make an appearance solo.

What brought Cas this rare opportunity? His T-45 Lightswitch. It was a fine blaster pistol cursed with a longer-than-acceptable mass production rate. So in a bit of business prowess, he managed to make them a luxurious weapon for the Republic Officer of note. The gun was a hit. It was maneuvers like this that kept Cas in the business of, well, business. It was through this, perhaps he would find someone of the few businessmen in attendance to consider an offer in Research and Development. He was getting ahead of himself, he knew, but this gala affair was quite exciting for the older man who hadn't seen much action for quite some time.

He was so enthralled in his thoughts, that he passed the docking collar of the Anthelion. When he noticed, he quickly pivoted in a professional manner, and made his way towards the guards stationed there.

The Cerean had arrived slightly behind schedule and noticed that the assumed-captain was already engaged in conversation with a fairly disheveled and older man with a peculiar droid-like bird on his shoulder. An interesting fellow he certainly must speak with.

He attempted to lackadaisically make his way over to them and interject when least improper. At the opportune time, he said:

Excuse me, a pleasure to meet both of you, I am Cas Tarshann, is this the Anthelion?

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

((Kuhblam...what species is Ashur? I don't know how to describe him physically...could you put a bit about him up in the other thread?))


Turning her head around to glance back at him, Zharra would simply nod to him as she watched him arrive.

”Mr. Elrune.”

”Hello Tyros, dear. It is a wonderful afternoon so far, isn’t it?”

It was quite a stark difference at points, the two of them. Diana, as the captain was learning, was quite a gregarious personality…she seemed to have difficulty subduing it…while Zharra herself could be the same, she tended to keep it well hidden under a more calm exterior. It was likely the life she’d led in the military that had done it, but…as the Admiralty loved to remind her…she still had quite a few quirks that needed to be, well, worked on.

“So finally the day has come…”

That it has…She would nod slightly, green-blue eyes gazing down the short hall to the other doors, ears perked forward and one arm resting behind her at her lower back as the other remained settled on the hilt of her sword. Diana, perched carefully on her shoulder still, sat up and rubbed away a bit of dirt she thought she’d spied on her rubbery synth-skin, the embedded glitter shimmering on the floor and walls of the area around them, as well as the hull of the Anthelion behind them. As Tyros continued to speak, Zharra would flick an ear occasionally, a sign that she was (more or less) listening to him though her eyes remained focused doggedly on the door leading into the KDY proper.

”I should hope she is running exactly as expected, Mr. Elrune. She is, after all, ‘fresh off the press’ and the launch date is hardly short notice. They only moved the launch up two days because we were ahead of schedule already…but, it is good to know that the crew seems as anxious to depart as we are.” Lightly she shifted her weight, tail swaying placidly behind her. ”I didn’t expect to entertain guests, however…not until this week. To be perfectly frank, this is the first maiden voyage I’ve attended. Ever.” She was, however, pleased by one of the guest list. True, most of the attendees were going to be military…her officers, as well as a few other captains and some of the admiralty…but then there would be four CEOs and one allotted bodyguard, (as if they would need one on a military vessel) but she wasn’t in a position to argue. True, she didn’t particularly relish the idea of business men coming aboard her vessel, but she saw the ‘logic’ behind it…it was a sort of ‘thanks, here’s where your tech went, let us show it off to you’ sort of deal…and she couldn’t (wouldn’t) complain about seeing one of them.

“You could not have made that uniform any smoother if you ran it over with a steamroller ma’am.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at that…perhaps Tieres had rubbed off on her over the years? “I am impressed and in awe, as I'm sure our guests will agree. I am honored to serve with you this day.”

”Only this day? Oh my…I shall have to strive to be better, then. I can’t have it being a one time…”

She too paused as the doors hissed open at the far end of the short hallway created by the docking collar extension. On top of things as ever, Zharra had done her homework once the list had come in. This one, Ashur Del Fin, was the youngest of the four. His father, Quitus, had built up a decent reputation as a businessman, but had died of heart failure, it seemed, about a week past. It was an unfortunate circumstance, but death came to all…it was an unfortunate truth that the captain knew all too well. At least the young man seemed to be holding up well enough, his smile clear enough. Those ears perked forward, tail pausing slightly in its swaying as she held out a hand to the man in return, her claws showing past the gloves. Silly things had had to be designed specially for her hands because of them.

”Ah yes, Mr. Del Fin…a pleasure.” Chuckling at the rest of his words, she nodded. ”Indeed. I am Captain Zharra, this is Lieutenant Commander Tyros Elrune (my second in command), and this…” she motioned to the diminutive, yet very ‘happy’, mink-shaped droid on her shoulder, ”is Diana.”

Those fiber-optic type ‘whiskers’ on her face shimmered a bright, happy, green…her mobile little face showing the same sort of expression. ”A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Del Fin.” She paused a moment, tilting her head slightly to one side and chuckled a bit. ”Ashur Del Fin…Assured of the Ending, almost…that’s quite a powerful meaning your name implies. I like it! Very classy.” The droid’s mobile, synth-skin covered, slightly sparkly, little face wore the biggest smile ever. Zharra couldn’t help but sigh and chuckle again.

”Diana…”

”Oh…yes, yes of course, I'm sorry…”

”She…likes people. She’s quite an enthusiastic little droid. And I should certainly hope that we are crisp and on time. It wouldn’t do to be late and sloppily put together. Now, we’re just waiting for the others before we can continue.” Her ears perked again, turning toward the second to enter the hall as she finished her comment before turning her eyes in the same direction. There stood the Umbaran, Griggor Sark, guard droid behind him, and on his shoulder…

Diana nearly slipped backward off of Zha’s shoulder at the sight of the bird-droid, her little processors working overtime as she logged the sight and sent it away to ‘father’ with all the pertinent information: date, time, place, those in attendance...Zharra actually winced a bit as the droid clamped on to her to keep from falling. Both recovered easily enough from their various shocks, though Diana’s whiskers now shown a bright, startled, yellow. ”Ah…Mr. Sark is here as well. It seems the tactic of being ‘stylishly late’ is going to be employed today,” she muttered softly, but not ill-naturedly, to Tyros and Ashur.

“You will have to excuse Master Sark, he is simply having fond recollections of the birth of the Ogma class. Sir, please. There will be time for nostalgia later.”

“He is right. My apologies. You are the captain, I presume?”

”Yes, Captain Zharra, sir. Lieutenant Commander Elrune to my left, and the one on my shoulder is Diana.”

All the little FIDES could do was nod and keep her mouth shut. It was something that took the captain by surprise, an emotion that shown only in the pressing back of her ears and a slight twitch and curl at the end of her tail before everything returned to normal. Really now, Diana…I'm not particularly fond of Umbarans either, but this is ridiculous. ”No apology needed, Mr. Sark…Anthelion is the finest ship I’ve had the pleasure of boarding.” An honest smile curled slowly along her face. Indeed, she’s got a feeling of power and a draw to her I can’t deny…but I doubt many would understand that sort of thinking. ”If she proves to be as superb in action as she has been in testing, Anthelion will be the finest ship I’ve ever served aboard.” And with a crew that matches.

The pride all but radiated out from her, and she allowed her self a slight smirk at the thought of what her poor XO must be receiving from her. Speaking of Elrune…she would need to have a word with him soon as she was able. For now, however, another man entered…a Cerean and former jedi, if his files were correct. Cas Tarshann. Her fur lifted slightly in places below her uniform and along her tail as she bristled emotionally and worked at keeping her face a calm neutral. Her ears, however, pressed back and her tail twitched irritably behind her at the tip of it. Certainly the records showed that he’d been ‘cut’ from the force…but she didn’t dare believe it, and she didn’t care to even touch the fact that he’d once been jedi. Despite her wariness and simmering anger, she remained polite as ever when he introduced himself.

”Welcome, Mr. Tarshan…this is the Anthelion, yes. I am her captain, Zharra, my second in command, Tyros Elrune, and Diana. In case you do not know them already, this is Mr. Ashur Del Fin and Mr. Griggor Sark. We are simply waiting for our last…AH! Here he is.”

Immediately her smile turned from one of polite greeting and cordiality to one of sincere happiness.

She hadn’t seen Roland in ages…or at least three years. Years that felt like ages. Whatever the case, it had been far too long. Just behind Roland came his very loyal, very friendly, and very protective, Shistavanen bodyguard (so she heard, anyway). Despite already having heard of Manfred Orren, some inherent feline instincts in her had her fur standing on end when she caught sight of him…as was proven by her tail becoming a bottlebrush for half a moment before smoothing down again.

“Ah, Captain Zharra!”

”Roland! It’s been far too long, my friend…and do stop flirting, I may begin to like it.”

Her good natured jesting came with her Farghul blood, and years of knowing the man. She knew as well as Manfred and Roland himself that he was hardly flirting, but the opportunity was just too good to pass up. Diana hadn’t met the man in person yet, but Zharra’s communications with Roland over the past few days as his people finished installing the medical equipment and he arrived on Kuat itself. It was good to see him, finally, in some way other than across a distance. Patting his hand fondly, she’d let go and nod, first to him, then to Manfred, taking his hand in turn…though it made her skin crawl slightly.

She felt so bad over that fact too…he was a good man, from what she’d heard of him, but again…nature had its place. Just like she’d found some sick pleasure in killing that glorified rat so many years ago, she had some natural wariness of the Shistav. ”I do, yes. Hello, Mr. Orren…it’s good to finally meet you in person.” With that, she allowed the men to greet each other as she turned to Tyros, speaking to him so only he could hear.

”Mr. Elrune…I believe now is a good time for you to utilize your ‘skills’. I can vouch for Mr. Rickettes, that he won’t start anything, but I do not know the others. Stay mindful.”

”Oh no, not to worry, Mr. Rickettes! And thank you for such a wonderful compliment! I’ve been looking forward to meeting you in person finally! And you as well Mr. Orren!”

Chuckling, Zharra turned her attention away from her OX and back to the other men. ”Well, gentlemen…shall we be underway, then, now that we’re all here?” Ready or not, however, she gestured toward the door set in the hull of the Anthelion, the heavy door opening with a hiss of hydraulics. ”We’re expected in the galley. Please, follow me.” With that she’d head into the shined metallic halls.

[Jazen]

Tyros, as solid in stance as a tree and as quiet as a mouse, listened to Zharra's response to his words, his stone gray eyes keen on the door before them. As focused as he was though, he diverted some of his attention to watching her out of the corner of those eyes. And with the Force as well, reading the emotions hidden just below her calm exterior. From what he felt, the Captain was like Diana beneath; eager to get underway and yet slightly nervous about it as well. A slight ping of respect added itself to the pile that had been growing in him towards her at her ability to retain a firm stance despite the bouncing personality within. She seemed to be able to balance the two well, as proved by when they first met.

The knowledge that this was her first maiden voyage perked one of his eyebrows for a moment before it shifted back into place, the slight surprise fading as quickly as it appeared. He'd looked a little more into her, what he was allowed to of course....and he was surprised that she had never been on a ship's first trip. He himself had been on two, although perhaps she meant she had never been in charge of one that was going on its first trip. Perhaps that was the case here, perhaps not. Still, a small part of him was amused by the fact that he, the younger and lower ranked soldier, had more experience in being on a ship on her first tour. Perhaps that was why, while it had him in anticipation to be off on the ship's tour of duty, it was slightly dulled compared to what he felt from her. It was random thoughts.....but he preferred to look at things from every angle just in case.

"Nor did I Captain. I myself have been at the launch of two ships before; the feeling never really fades no matter how many ships you are abroad for those kind of launches...but the wait gets easier after the first one." He rose another eyebrow at her response to his comments about her attire, light green coloring those stone gray eyes for the briefest of moments. "I doubt it will be the last time you surprise and impress me Captain. I should be the one striving to do better."

The time for ideal chat ended as the doors hissed open. As the figure before them made his way over, the Force surged forth to touch the man, to read him for any potential threat that may lurk within his mind. Or for a hidden danger that would trigger a warning in the Force, though he doubted the man would have gotten in past security if that were the case. Every one of the guests today would be getting that treatment from him; its one of the things his connection to the Force made him good for. For this man, Tyros sensed nothing malicious in him, nor did any sirens go off inside his head. He relaxed a little in his sensing of the man at this, but he kept a small part of his attention key to watch him, just in case.

The first of their guests was Ashur Del Fin. As soon as they were told who would be visiting their ship before their voyage, Tyros had spent a fair portion of his free time learning all he could about their guests. Mr Del Fin was the head of Anduran Armalites, something rather surprising considering how young the man was. Or rather, it would have been surprising had Tyros not known that the man's father, Quitus Del Fin, had passed away recently. When you factored that in, Ashur being the head at his age was not surprising at all; he had taken his father's place, inheriting his dream so to speak. At least he appeared to be rather joyful instead of broken and solemn, as one could have expected from someone who had just lost a parent. Tyros knew the feeling.

When he presented his hand, Tyros promptly shook it, a firm handshake that was honestly, neither too strong or too weak. He'd almost perfected that handshake...almost. He let the Captain introduce him before speaking for himself, not overly concerned with having a superior doing her job. "Welcome Mr Del Fin. Its an honor. My condolences for your loss." He let his eyes drift to Diana when she spoke following him, a slow turning of his head that almost screamed "and then there's the cheerful one." It was amusing though, especially considering the alterations that seemed to occur to her whiskers and her body with the rise in her mood. Again, he pondered who could have made such an advanced droid, but he let it fade away just as fast.

Next through the door was someone Tyros had read much into and for good reason. The Umbaran man, pale white skin that gave him the appearance of someone who had been hidden in darkness most his life, was Griggor Sark....head of Sark Industries and the designer of the very ship they stood upon. Again, he read Sark briefly with the Force and, after sensing no danger and only enthusiasm, he retracted again. No, that was wrong; their was something there that briefly tugged at Tyros....but whatever it was was hidden deeper than Tyros dared to probe at this point in time. Although he did get an odd feeling from him...something involving rice and BBQ sauce....strange.

The man was accompanied by two others....a guard droid that stood at his rear....and a strange bird shaped droid that sat perched upon his shoulder. Movement out of the corner of his eye had him paying greater attention to its source, which turned out to be Diana. It was a curious action....the little droid had almost slipped from Zha's shoulder when Sark was seen approaching....but why? Something to discuss later, should the topic rise.

Again, Zharra introduced the three of them, Diana notably quiet this time. Odd considering the droid was usually hard to silence, except when Zharra gave her a "kind" reminder. It tugged at his curiosity but he let it go....for now. Zharra's slight twitch, both physical and in the Force was noted as well, even though it was probably for the same reason Tyros was raising an eyebrow. "It is indeed a fine vessel Mr Sark. I look forward to seeing her in true action, with a spirited crew behind her controls. She couldn't have a better Captain to do her well either." His compliment was perhaps unneeded but he felt the pride beaming from Zharra at some thought of hers, so he figured it would not do harm to give an appropriate statement.

Their next arrival was quick to arrive after Sark, his long elongated head making it clear who and what he was. Cas Tarshann, a Cerean and former Jedi, or so the files that Tyros had gone over had told him. Years of practice hid Tyros's reaction to the sudden spike he felt from Zharra at his arrival, little changes to her form mirroring the wariness that suddenly surged forth. It was not surprising. When he'd been assigned to serve under her, the Admiral had told him that she had a dislike for those who used the Force, something he had confirmed already during their first meeting. The files did state that the man had effectively been "cut" from the Force and indeed, when Tyros touched against him with his own connection, he felt no prying fingers come back towards him, nor do he feel the Force flow in the man. But he remained intent on the possibility that he was simply hiding it; he wasn't one to take chances. Zharra didn't seem to let down her guard either, though she did a good job of hiding those emotions as she introduced them.

"Welcome aboard Mr Tarshann. A pleasure to have you aboard." No sooner had he finished greeting Tarshann did their final arrival appear; Tyros both saw and, via Zharra's sudden change in emotions, felt him coming. He brought his eyes to the final guest; Mr Roland Ricketts. He'd been introduced to the man in the last few days, via holo as the Captain finalized details about some of the technology he was supplying for the ship. In person was different than via holo though, as he could sense him now. Fourth time was same as the first and the second and the third; no malice, no lurking intents, no danger. Just the same enthusiasm, although notably more than the others save for Sark in a way. It had to do with meeting Zharra most likely, something backed by the manner in which they conversed. It was perhaps the only introduction where a fair portion of her inner self spilled out from that military frame.

At the sound of his name, he nodded to the man and to his counterpart, a large and imposing Shistavanen. Roland's bodyguard, as the files had told him.He noted Zharra's brief twitch at the larger guard, remembering to watch him carefully before pondering the older man before them. Mr Rickett's was CEO of a more universal company compared to his fellows, creating items that tended to benefit more on the side than on the field of battle. If Tyros remembered correctly, his contribution to the ship had been the way of medical items, as well as the odd piece of tech here and there. From the way he met Zharra, the two likely knew each other from before; though the manner of that relationship was not known to him.

"A pleasure to meet you in person Mr Ricketts. I've heard good things about you...and welcome to you as well, Mr Orren." As the four men before them turned to speak to one another, he turned to Zharra, who whispered so that he could only hear her next words. His expression showed nothing of her request, but he did feel lightly amused at the fact that he had beaten her to the punch in that regard. Quietly as she had done, he responded, his eyes kept to both the men before him and her.

"I have been utilizing them from the moment the men appeared to my sight. So far, I sense nothing more than the expected enthusiam and tension to one another. And do not worry, I will be mindful....of all of them, if its all the same to you. Just as a precaution, no offense meant." He didn't mean it in a bad way and did hope that she didn't take it as such; he was just doing what anyone would do. He'd already learned what happened when you believed one thing and let your guard slip because of it; he wouldn't be making that mistake again.

As Zharra gestured for the men to follow, Tyros feel into quick step behind her, keeping a fair portion of the Force wrapped around the men just in case something changed. They wouldn't feel it of course, his senses only picking up the stuff on the surface thoughts; which, if anything, would at least give him forewarning to any malicious thoughts. He kept that to himself though, as he followed in Zharra's wake to where the others would be waiting.

[Kuhblam]

(Meh post is meh, sorry. Kinda distracted right now.)

Ashur smiled politely and nodded as the Captain introduced herself and her second in command. The pair seemed of the right persuasion to him, at least by casual observation; there was nothing malicious to either of them. In fact, it was quite the contrary. This Captain Zharra was well-dressed, just like a military servicewoman should be, and her second in command was equally crisp, just like Ashur had stated before. He liked people who were well-pressed and punctual; those types tended to earn the young man's admiration a bit quicker than the crustier mosquitoes his father had tended to associate with. His eyes fluttered curiously to the droid, who was quite... hyper-active. In any rate, Ashur didn't have an aversion towards droids, and this one seemed knowledgeable enough to know about his surname. With a personality to match, it was definitely quite the little firecracker.

"Ah, that's quite all right, Captain. In fact, I like your droid; its rare these days that you find one as such with an interesting personality."

His eyes turned to Lieutenant Commander Elrune, who extended a hand in acknowledgment. Ashur shook it promptly, a good grip of just the right strength matching his compatriot's grip. His ears tuned in as Tyros extended his condolences towards the subject of Quintus. Ashur's smile wavered for just a moment, but otherwise was sound and crystal clear.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Commander; your words are much appreciated. It is... an unfortunate circumstance. Gladly, my mother is taking it better than I thought they would. Regardless, let us turn the talk to something more befitting the mood, shall we?"

His grin returned, just as warm as before, before he chuckled slightly as the naval officer made a smart comment about the droid, which no doubt was possibly annoyed or befuddled. Soon enough, their attention was turned to another figure approaching, this one with something of a hangover in his step and another bird of similar origin to Diana on his shoulder. The ghostly pale skin and the tell-tale haircut signified someone none other than Grigor Sark, the man his father had spoken of as a worthy colleague, a genius in fact, but also as a great annoyance concerning competing corporations. The words his friends had spoken earlier to him on the man rung through Ashur's ears like a bell and reminded him to be weary of the fellow; feature holoreports on the man on major news networks had high-lighted a few of his eccentricities.

In particular, Ashur noticed that the reaction between his droid and Zharra's was quite peculiar. The latter's seemed to be startled, almost frozen for a moment, like it was mesmerized by the sight of such a closely identical twin. He noted how it clambered back up to its perch on the Captain's shoulder. None the less, it didn't distract him further. Rather, he returned back to the reality of the situation as Captain Zharra made a quaint, smart remark about the businessman's punctuality. Ashur smiled in spite of himself, chuckling for a few seconds, as he took a sip from his glass of Corellian Reserve. Oh, how it calmed his nerves; perhaps he'd need to order some for when he returned home after this trip. Briefly, he wondered if anyone had a penchant for brandy in the room. Regardless, he extended a supposedly friendly hand of acknowledgment to the crusty Umbaran look-alike out of respect.

"Mr. Sark, an honor to meet you in person. Ashur Del Fin, Anduran Armalites. The ship is marvelous."

The next guest to arrive was Roland Ricketts, the CEO of Northern Monument Technologies. The name was a famous one, the surname in particular being one of distinction. Ashur had noted that his company was in fact the only true hybrid corporation here; it sold to both civilian and military markets. NMT was a juggernaut in its respective marketing areas. Ashur admired the CEO and the company, but like his opinion of Sark held a bit of aversion to the man. He loathed the company of men more experienced than himself, with his father having been the exception. As usual, more greetings and warm smiles broke out. Ashur nodded in thanks to the man's condolences as well for his father's death; his tone was sincere, if it was anything to go by. Perhaps this man wouldn't be a bore after all.

"Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Ricketts. I will do his legacy proud."

The next man to appear went by the name of Cas Tarshann. Ashur didn't know him too well; he was obviously a Cerean from the looks of his extended cranium. None the less, the records that Ashur had read had indicated he was a former Jedi, but that his connection was completely severed. That almost automatically put him at odds with the man; force-users had been responsible for the ravaging of his home-world more than once. His upbringing had predisposed him away from such beings, that they were not to be trusted. However, since this man was no longer connected to that blasted energy source, maybe he was an alright fellow. After all, anyone smart enough to purposely allow a disconnection to it was a good thing, right? In any rate, Zharra extended a greeting on his and others' behalf, so the young man extended one as well in cordiality. This time, however, his smile was somewhat strained, as if reluctantly shown.

"Mr. Tarshann... Ashur Del Fin, Anduran Armalites. A... pleasure to meet you."

As the greeting concluded, Zharra motioned for the five of them to accompany her and the Lieutenant Commander in the ship. Ashur quietly followed without saying another word, stepping into the hallowed halls of the frigate as the blast doors allowing access to the ship hissed open. Still holding his glass of brandy, Ashur noted the frigate's aesthetics; it was ugly in the sense of bland military style, but also beautiful for the exact same reason. Ashur came from a military aristocracy; things such as this were of the persuasion he admired to a degree. Crisp uniforms, efficiency, it all spoke of Anduran ideals. Ashur in particular was curious about the firepower the frigate was packing; trivia such as this intrigued him. In any rate, he did not say anything, keeping his questions to himself. Talking on his part would saved for the galley.

[Casual]

As he was introduced, Cas made the effort to remember the faces with the names. His well-developed memory had assisted in this capacity for many years in the business field, and it would not cease to do so now. A familiar face was a friendly face, and friends meant money... among other things.

It is a pleasure to meet you Captain Zharra[/color]

He looked at those introduced as they were, nodding to each, as he would soon greet them personally. He watched a moment as Zharra revisited an apparent old friend of hers, and when the polite number of seconds had passed and she had moved on into conversation with him, he turned to the Second-in-Command, Tyros Elrune.

Please, Commander Elrune, it is my pleasure to be aboard. This is quite the spectacular vessel.[/color]

He then turned, nodding his temporal farewell to the Commander that he may greet those he was introduced to properly. As he turned and shook hands with Mr. Del Fin, and was greeted (with notable pause at the "pleasure"). He had noticed some slight hints at discomfort with each of those he had met so far and wondered a moment as he replied what it may be.

Ah yes, I have heard many good things about your company Mr. Del Fin, it is a pleasure to meet you as well. I'm sure you've heard this quite often, but I must wish you and your family my condolences.[/color]

It was then that it clicked for him. These were well-off individuals of the Republic. News of his "falling out" with the Jedi would certainly have reached their ears, ears that he did not have the bittersweet pleasure and discomfort to intercept often. He would have to tread lightly and reveal to them that such a past held nothing to him any longer. He had a bit more to present of himself now than he would have liked, but in doing so, he could effectively smooth any wrinkles the Republic and its denizens still felt of his "unique" situation.

He glanced to Griggor Sark. Cas knew that the man was the very one who was instrumental in the designing of the ship he stood on. He would have to give the eccentric man his dues. With a nod, he dismissed himself from Mr. Del Fin politely and turned to the last individual he'd been introduced to by the Captain.

It is quite good meet you. Mr. Sark, I see your capricious character matches your ingenuity and designing prowess. I have heard much of Mr. Sark and his machinations in my various circles, though have not put a face to the creations.[/color]

He extended his hand, prepared for a strong, firm handshake. A man like this certainly wouldn't join his R&D with much going for him, but perhaps the two could strike deals down the road. Though Tarshann was not a man who dealt often with the eccentric, feeling that practical people were far more worth his time, this man was a successful - seemingly - oddball (he had a bird droid perched on his shoulder and was a fairly gregarious Umbaran). A type of person that could make either a good friend or strong businessman to associate with, or both. Such possibilities were not things Cas Tarshann would pass up. The event was shaping up to be throughly enjoyable, he simply had to remember everything that was discussed and make an equally memorable impression. Faces and names, Cas, faces and names.

[Sporky]

As the others arrived, Sark still found himself thinking of the intricacies of the Ogma class. The mood lighting in the captain's office, (he had no idea if Zharra knew about that yet) , the various hologram portholes he'd put in on a whim, though they were sorely out of place on a military vessel, the random odds and ends that turned the Ogma from a military ship to a Sark military ship.

"Mr. Sark, an honor to meet you in person. Ashur Del Fin, Anduran Armalites. The ship is marvelous."

He returned Ashur's handshake firmly, offering him a pat on the forearm as well. Shame about his father..good man, even if he had been a little too straight-laced..of course, they all were, but whatever. "My condolences about your father...terrific man, we shared many a brainstorming video conference."

Then Roland Ricketts came hobbling up the walkway, and Sark watched every step with amusement, though it wasn't malicious by any means.

"As I live and breathe, if it isn't Mr. Sark. You have made a fine ship, sir."

He accepted his aging competitor's handshake just as firmly as he had accepted Ashur's. "Ricketts, my good man! With all the wondrous medical technologies your mind has conceived, one would think you'd have increased your top speed beyond one mile and hour by now!" The joke was harmless, and, like Sark's amusement at Rickett's hobbling pace, held no malicious undertones. He briefly glanced upwards, then remembered he was inside a docking collar.

"Thank you. I think all three of us businessmen both know that even when ill, men of our mental caliber can come up with some breathtaking things, hmm?"

The man standing alongside the Captain adressed him with a compliment then, and he turned to hear it completely. "It is indeed a fine vessel Mr Sark. I look forward to seeing her in true action, with a spirited crew behind her controls. She couldn't have a better Captain to do her well either."

He nodded, patting the nearest piece of docking collar he could touch. "She won't let you down, I assure you. She is one of the best in her role, I made sure of that."

The next to join the motley little crew gathering outside the Anthelion was a Cerean he knew of named Cas Tarshann, inventor of a lovely little blaster pistol that had become rather popular.

"It is quite good meet you. Mr. Sark, I see your capricious character matches your ingenuity and designing prowess. I have heard much of Mr. Sark and his machinations in my various circles, though have not put a face to the creations."

Again, Sark accepted the handshake firmly, and nodded. "Mr. Tarshann, the feeling is mutual. I have tried out a Lightswitch once or twice, and it's a lovely piece of killing machinery. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

As the Captain ushered them all inside, Sark's TS clanking along in the very rear, Legion hopped as close to Sark's ear as he could, and addressed him as quietly as possible. "Sir, there's something incredibly familiar about the Captain's droid. Something I cannot fully recall..we must discuss it once this meet and greet is concluded."

[Latus]

((I dislike it and I feel like I made a mistake or two. Enjoy.))

The greetings were cordial all around those gathered. Through each word there was no malice, no cutthroat business tactics to undermine one another; there would be another time for that. He could not speak for all of them but would never name pick any one of them for speculation; they all were good people in essence. To know someone in reality it was much better to meet them outside of a business setting. As the mingling moved from introductions to compliments to actual conversing, any tension that was held in posture fell away to be replaced by comfort and security. The Roland knew that he would get much more properly acquainted with the other men later but he did his best to respond to all of them in turn.

Captain Zharra made him smile, like always. While there he stood, a businessman and a gentleman, he found it hard to keep from giggling at her antics. The farghul were an odd species; more imposing than the canine Shista but capable of kindness and character that might seem out of character to some; he knew better. Not to mention Diana on her shoulder; she was something else entirely. In fact, if the little droid was his he would likely have wiped its programming by now. It was moot, however, as the little droid was not his... plus he didn't think he would have the heart.

Mr. Elrune was the perfect complement to the Captain. While they were both dutiful in his eyes the strapping man acted as the foundational support for this simple meeting. So pressed, straight as a rail; a soldier to the core.

Mr. Del Fin did not mince words more than he had to, returning the offered shake of the hand before shifting his attention to other matters.

Sark's response was somewhat more energetic, stating his welcome as well as a quip about Roland's slower movement, at which Roland gave a genuine chuckle. When he first began using the cane he became very self aware but he had long ago gotten over the feeling. He knew that the cane made him seem more fragile than his counterparts but it was something he held with a confident grip (literally). To him, it was special, not another one like it. The wood was rare Alderanian; he'd had it for ages. He'd joke to Manfred that he would throw the cane like a stick, make his security chief "fetch." The thought made Roland smile.

Sadly Roland had little time to speak to the fourth man who showed; Cas Tarshann. He had heard about the Cerean man and some of it was not in the best light. That did not sour his opinion, however, as nothing was ever as black and white as it seemed; he would not judge until he knew the man better and, who knows, he may learn many things at this little party.

”We’re expected in the galley. Please, follow me.”

Nodding, Roland and Manfred fell into step behind the Captain as she led their way from the docking collar and into the belly of the great ship. As they walked hobbled into line beside Mr. Tarshann extending his free hand in a belated greeting.

Cas Tarshann. Roland Ricketts, I've seen many a thing on you but I can honestly say it is good to make your acquaintance. So often are CEOs at each other for profits and competition. I have not had the chance to inspect your weaponry but I have heard good things.

Giving the cerean a smile he nodded and allowed himself to fall behind, falling in line with Manfred again. The shistavanen had been silent, responding to questions and handshakes where they were offered. The large man offered a smile that showed a single canine tooth before eyes returned front. Roland suspected Manfred would remain quiet unless otherwise necessary.

Finally the group arrived at their destination, the galley of the great ship. The tables were covered by faux-cloths and there were decorations here and there making the military ship look more like a civilian cruise liner. It wouldn't last but the older man appreciated the ironic shift in character even if it was just a few party streamers and colored lights. They filed in slowly until everyone had spread out into the area evenly, Roland remaining with Manfred until everything seemed to be in its proper place.

Sir, want anything?

Oh? Why yes, please Manfred. A glass of the bubbly, if you don't mind.

Nodding the shistavanen moved away as the others began to commingle again. Shifting his cane from hand to hand he moved toward the Captain to better converse with his old friend; three years... he was amazed that it had been that long. Stepping around the tables he slid to a seat adjacent to her but within ear shot.

Long time, Zharra. Hard to imagine that its been only three years, things change so quickly. You are launching a new ship, I am launching a new product... its scary in a way.

Not many people knew about it... but as long as he remained subtle he could talk about it without any trouble.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

((sorry it’s been so long in coming guys ...just trying to get this thing moving a bit, sorry if I didn't really have her interact with anyone besides Roland right off the bat here.))

Tyros’ words grated on her nerves as she strode lightly down the hall, hands clasped behind her at her lower back. So he had been deliberately disobeying her orders already, had he? While she didn’t doubt his intention, she disliked the knowledge that he had been doing so. Force users…tch. If I had my way he’d be off my ship this instant, especially after his disobedience. It isn’t as if I didn’t make myself perfectly clear when we spoke previously. If he can’t get his urges under control… Her ears had flattened, tail switching behind her in her agitation, though she showed no other signs of it outwardly.

Diana had noticed, however; the little FIDES’ sensory whiskers twitched slightly as she curled around behind Zha’s neck, looking over at Tyros with pale yellow glistening along those same fiber-optic ‘whiskers’. For a moment she considered saying something to Zharra but decided that, at the moment, it might not be the best idea. After all, the people following them were all in high spirits and she wanted Zharra to be happy again too. It was no fun having her sour over something like this, and she wondered why the woman seemed so against force users. Ah well, she’d just have to look into the files about her and see if there wasn’t a logical reason behind it.

It really didn’t take long to get to the galley from the docking collar. A few corridors, a lift ride, a few more corridors and there they were. The sparkling galley, typically a dull metallic gray livened by colorful (but not necessarily bright) plastic table cloths, streamers and a few well placed balloons. Dax had outdone himself this time, the gregarious head chef for the frigate bustling around behind a few of the counters, his four arms doing any number of independent tasks as he saw fit. He’d been the one in charge of the organized hullabaloo that was decorating the galley and preparing the light snacks and hor d’oeurves that were now settled along the counters.

Sighing to herself, the farghul captain valiantly attempted to let her anger and frustration with her XO bleed away as she gazed around at the Republic colors the galley sported before turning back to the others with a smile and motioning for them to enter along with a few words wishing them to enjoy themselves and mingle a bit with the other officers who had already entered. Tyros was given a stern look, but otherwise ignored for the moment. She would deal with him later. Anyway, most in the galley were her own crew, some were other captains in port, others outranked her…here specifically to see the ship, her crew, and her captain. Zha wasn’t certain if that was a good thing or not, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. As the others moved out into the crowd for a bit, she kept her place near the door, just looking out at the fairly full room.

Brown tipped ears turned and swiveled, listening to the din of the chatter and the quiet background music…some sort of patriotic instrumental or another. Diana, the droid shifting on her shoulder, seemed to try and sidle closer to her ear before speaking quietly. ”You know, Zharra, dear…this is quite a turn out. The galley looks absolutely impressive, and I’m sure your chef friend has done an amazing job on the food. This is going to be quite a send off!” The woman simply nodded, however; one ear twisting around as she heard someone approaching.

“Long time, Zharra.”

A warm smile filtered onto her face as she looked over to her old friend. ”Indeed it has been a long time…but I wouldn’t say that three years is calling this sort of change ‘quick’. But you say you’re launching yet another new product?” She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. ”Dare I ask? Or is this a ‘curiosity killed the cat’ moment?”

[Jazen]

(Sorry for anyone whos already read this, I've been picking at it all day and for the life of me, been unable to sit solid with half the stuff I typed. This'll be the final edit; sorry for the trouble v_v)

I have been utilizing them from the moment the men appeared to my sight.

The disdain was like a rock to his mind, bursting onto the scene suddenly and quickly, pounding against his mind. He'd expected it coming, so when it hit, he put a small barrier against it as he slowly retracted in on himself, his touch in the Force only lightly touching them all. It was enough to know where they were and to alert him of any immediate threats, and more to the point, kept the Captain's glaring attention at his actions at the side. He did not need to look at Zha or see any sign of it externally; her bleeding anger at his choice to, at least to her, willingly disobey her earlier orders to limit his use of his Force abilities was clear enough. Even with his limited touch with the spiritual.

Looking back on it, Tyros figured he could have handled that moment better. He was not one to lie or be dishonest with those around him; either he spoke his mind or he didn't speak at all. Had he been able to go back and do that moment again, it would likely have fallen under one of those times where he would choose to simply nod and say nothing at all. But what was done was done; he would just have to live with his choice. He did not regret doing it; for him, it was instinct, something that would not simply change overnight. But he should have tried a little harder perhaps to keep that fact to himself.

It was going to be a process. A long and tiring process to restrict his use of the Force or at least, keep that knowledge to himself unless it was absolutely necessary to be told. He'd made an error. An error that he would reflect on and strive to avoid making again in the future. He was likely going to have to see her later about it and file an apology. At least he had time to prepare an answer that would hopefully satisfy her enough to at least maintain a working relationship.

Tyros put those problems aside for now, basically logging them as something to attend to later. He pulled in on himself as they made their way to the galley, pondering his own thoughts and keeping aware of their guests to distract himself from the simple task of "small talk". Whatever the guests said to each other during the trip Tyros listened to, but ultimately, his gaze and attention was to their journey. There would be time for small banter later.

It didn't take them long to arrive at their destination, the route was simple enough and he'd traveled it before. And almost immediatly upon their arrival, Tyros bid a short farewell to the others, respectively bowing to the Captain as she gave him a stern look, and to enjoy themselves before disappearing into the crowd. He chose a spot on the wall by the cook Dax, away from the main body of people, and busied himself in watching the man at work. With four arms to assist him in that, it was an interesting sight to see. Plates of small foods and little appetizers got placed over the counters in no time flat via wo of those hands while the others attended to other tasks.

The galley was quite a sight, even with the limited time they had to prepare for it. What was normally a plain and rather drap setting had been transformed into something a little more cheery for the event. Balloons, modest colors, some streamers. Not bad, considering the short time given to them to prepare. Dax would have to be complimented on that....something Tyros promptly did. Then he turned his attention to the crowd, to watching the others mingle.

He wasn't one for these kind of events, never was and likely never would be. He was here for appearances and the less he had to talk, the better. Still.....he would not turn people aside if they approached and as such, found himself calmly chatting "a little" with the other officers that came to him. He was, however, ever aware of their guests still, watching them, making sure they stayed on the level. Zharra was with the older one, Roland, talking again as old friends would. The other three had taken to their own small chats, as one would expect of such an event. So far, nothing seemed out of place. He hoped it would stay that way for the rest of the event right up and through their launching.

Figuring he might as well wander amongst the men and woman who would be at his command at times, Tyros bowed to the ones he was speaking too and made his way across the galley. Smooth, graceful, through the people he moved, giving greetings and shaking hands with those who wished it, being the commander he should be. Tyros did seem a little bit on the stiff side as he did so, but that was normal for him.

After a few moments of that, he found himself making his way to the Captain's side again. Not by purpose, it was just how the placing of people guided him to end up. With a nod to the Captain, he turned his eyes onto Diana. "Diana, if its not too much trouble, could I ask you to accompany for a while? I'd like to discuss a few matters that I feel you'll be able to help me with. That's if the Captain can part with your company for a short time. If you can't or you disallow it Captain, I will not argue the point and understand."

He wasn't sure if she would agree to it, nor was he sure Zharra would agree to it with her current disdain for his actions. But the little droid was strange, much different then any droid he'd ever seen. And Tyros, curious as he was to unknown factors and uniqueness, wanted to know more about Diana. Where Zha got him or why Diana seemed so "unique" were information he'd been told were classified; but that didn't mean he couldn't ask Diana about herself. She might not be able to inform him of those classified areas, but surely she would be able to tell him about her capabilities. Or perhaps things you would ask a normal person, like favorite thing to do and the like.....Diana acted was as lifelike as any real person Tyros had ever met, no reason she couldn't be asked questions usually reserved for them.

[Sporky]

Sark didn't need to be shown through the Anthelion's bowels as much as the other businessmen did, though he didn't have her memorized like her crew. Even though he had been gripped by illness during her conception, Sark still recalled planning her hallways, alcoves, rooms, and decks. The Anthelion differed little from the stock Ogma, which meant that Sark's knowledge was still useful.

It was..refreshing, nostalgic, either of those words, to walk the halls of a brainchild of his. The Ogma was, amongst her peers, truly invincible. Sark believed this wholeheartedly. She could beat any ship that was her equal, and hold her own admirably against those bigger. Why? Because she was a Sark product of course. Sark products stood out as shining beacons amongst the other dreck that other companies offered the Republic.

Unknowingly, thinking such a thing made Sark's chest swell slightly with pride, and his stride became just a little more swaggering. Yes, Sark was truly full of himself, and if one were to read him carefully, it would show. But it wasn't really unusual, quite a few businessmen felt this way. A natural part of gaining power was to become proud, even arrogantly so. Sark was no different.

Legion gave Sark a light peck as they entered the galley to ensure that Sark wasn't lost in thought. Sark shook his head irritably at the bird, after checking to see if he was bleeding, he wasn't. Not that LEgion hadn't accidentally pecked Sark too hard a few times, if one were to shave Sark's head, they would see small puncture scars dotting his cranium. A boy and his pet bird, truly.

The, in context, regalia throughout the galley brought a bemused smile to Sark's face, followed by a mirthful head shake and a chuckle. This looked less like a ship's galley and more like a blowout party at a retirement home, such was the decoration. Oh well, not every event could be fine evening coats, crimson carpet, and crystal goblets. Like the others, Sark took a seat. "Something to drink, sir? Please don't say..."

"Rice wine, of course. Failing that, I suppose champagne."

"Rice wine...very well."

Legion flew off to procure Sark's order, shaking his little head as he did so. Sark once again regarded his companion with wonder. Such fluidity to LEgion's movements, such..sometimes Sark thought the little droid was truly sentient. A marvel of engineering, truly.

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Upon the request from his employer Manfred stepped away, moving through the sudden groupings of beings that had taken up the ample space within the belly of the Anthelion. Spying a platter of fine, thin glasses he moved toward them as his sharp eyes scanned subtly over those in attendance.

Pardon. He said, stepping through a thinner than desired opening.

For the first time in a long time the head of security felt at ease, reassured that deep in the heart of an armed Republic vessel that Mr. Ricketts could go about his business without fear of "aggressive competition." The Shistavanen grinned at the thought; his employer had an odd sense of humor in such things. After a few sure-footed steps he approached the rear of the tray he had an eye on, two hands reaching out to snag the glasses. The attending droid that was carrying the tray drew back a moment once it realized the large creature had approached in its blind-spot. Before the little droid could speak Manfred was gone with the glasses, off back toward Mr. Ricketts. There was no rush but he knew the older man would ask for nothing else after this glass of champagne; best to be quick.

As he stepped back around the others he paused, pouring a splash from one of the glasses into the other. Eyes scanned as he quickly sipped the more-full glass. And best to be sure. He stepped foreword again, slower this time. His eyes alighted again on Mr. Elrune, Captain Zharra, Griggor Sark, Cas Tarshann, and Ashur Del Fin as well as the private guards they had brought with them. The Shista's eyes fell onto the small winged droid of Sarks as it hovered toward the bar. Something doesn't sit right... But he didn't quite know why. Mr. Ricketts had a similar hunch, something about design or some such nonsense. He sighed, taking another brief sip of the drink. Manfred Orren started back toward his employer, thoughts returning to the relaxing task ahead of him.

At least he could enjoy a glass of champagne.

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”Dare I ask? Or is this a ‘curiosity killed the cat’ moment?”

Roland chuckled, he was getting ahead of himself already. He almost reached for his pipe, his "conversational," but thought the better of it for now. ANticipation had been building within NMT for some time now as the reveal date loomed for his latest project, codenamed Clear. It was with no small amount of personal satisfaction that he, along with his head designers, had overcome a challenge they had thought impossible when the project began; a camouflage system that used little to no energy to activate or maintain, was all but invisible to thermal scans, and was portable. The deal was all but concluded, the project fully finished and... he paused and considered.

Dare he?

His smile barely flickered as he looked up at his friend, the Captain. Yes, this was as good a place as any. It was for the Republic, after all, and it would be all over the news in a matter of a week or so.

Curiosity will do you no harm today, my dear. It is all but official. You will have to excuse me, however for I cannot tell you everything. You will be able to get the full specs once we begin full production and distribution. The Republic will be receiving the galaxy's first personal camouflage system; Chameleon Weave.

Suddenly a petite glass appeared in his peripherals as well as a large furry hand that gripped it by the thin stalk. Mr. Ricketts. Chuckling Roland turned to look properly at his head of security, taking the glass.

Thank you Manfred. Without another word from the Shistavanen, Manfred moved away from the pair finding himself a comfortable piece of hull to stand against. Clearing his throat the older man took a sip of the drink and turned back to the Captain.

We are immensely excited. The material we used is unlike any you have ever seen before, Zharra. Excite it at all electrically and light passes through, coloring the material to whatever background it is set against. We showed the prototype at an investor conference on Corellia not a day ago and will do a full reveal later this w-

"Diana, if its not too much trouble, could I ask you to accompany for a while?"

Roland blinked twice, surprised that he had not seen Mr. Elrune approach. Shaking his head slightly he realized he had fallen into the descriptive, analytical mindset as though he was seated at his drawing table. It only took a moment for Mr. Elrune to request the company of the Captain's small droid companion. In that moment, however, Roland heard a tense tone in the XO's speech that did not match the atmosphere of the gathering.

Working today, Mr Elrune? I'd have thought the crew would be spending the time taking a last minute reprieve before launch. You mustn't overwork yourself lest you get sick. Roland gave the XO a kind smile, realizing that his own busy but casual lifestyle was not the norm but rather the exception. Turning to Diana he nodded. If you wish to go, Diana, I can look after the Captain for the time being. She and I have old gossip to catch up on.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Since no one's gone yet... *@ casual and kuhblam* I guess I'll go? I'm not particularly happy with Zharra's part but *shrug* also... Throat mic img

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For such a large and obvious looking being, one particular shistav had an uncanny knack for blending in. Perhaps it was the dress uniform amongst a sea of dress uniforms and business suits, or perhaps he was just skilled, but Roshgar managed to keep himself as much a part of the scenery as possible for a large, snowy white, wolf-man could be. Icy blue eyes continuously swept over the heads of the officers, ranking enlisted and important businessmen in attendance, pausing every once in a while on a group of them or to watch one of his own officers as they intermingled to make sure everything was going smoothly and with no trouble.

The last thing the CWO4 wanted right now was trouble.

No one had better try anything on my watch, anyway. I don’t want an incident before we even launch…Zharra’s already on edge enough. His black nose twitched slightly as he glanced in the direction of the captain and the older gentleman with her. He’d heard more than a few stories about Mister Roland Ricketts, but had never met the man in person…still, he seemed to fit the descriptions Zha had given him. A burst of static hit his ear and immediately a large hand reached down to his comm. to turn the volume down again only moments before one of the youngest members of his team started chattering to one of his buddies. ”Hmph…” The sound made the black throat mic hooked around the back of his neck to the front strain to stay affixed in its appropriate place near his vocal chords.

That hand by his comm. had remained resting there lightly, thumb hooked on his belt as the rest of his hand settled over the side of his sidearm. With a slight motion of one finger, he depressed the button on his comm. ”Stay focused, Ensign Hosh.” An almost intimidated ‘yessir’ sounded back at him over his earpiece as Roshgar allowed his side of the signal to close again. Security detail on a naval ship wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, he supposed. Most certainly not what the recruiters preached…but it had its up sides. He did his best to stifle a large yawn behind one hand, the characteristic curling of his tongue barely stopped but the soft sound accompanying it escaping anyway. If only the tenderfoots could realize that and make peace with it.

Still, he really wished he could have something decent to drink at least. Water was good but that champagne that was looking, and smelling, far more appealing. Best get away from the stuff before I’m too tempted. With a light flick of his tail, the male had been about to pad off from his position near one of the refreshment tables when he caught whiff of something…interesting. Glancing around with perked ears, his eyes fell on the form of one of his shistavanen brethren. Now that had been something most unexpected…not necessarily unwelcome, but unexpected. Another easy swish of his tail was given as he watched the man take two glasses of champagne from one of the serving droids and pour a little of one into the other.

A body guard, no doubt. The testing of both glasses contents giving that away well enough…though he had to chuckle a bit at it anyway. Because we’re certainly in the habit of poisoning all of our crew. It builds up a tolerance…they’ll be sick for a while, certainly, but they’ll thank us after. Such a shame our friend had to go and spoil the fun. Ah the things he thought of while on a tedious post. It was almost a shame that he couldn’t share his amusement with the captain. No doubt she would have found some humor in it also…he knew a few people from the old Dawn crew she wouldn’t mind poisoning…politely.

Ice blue eyes swept back over the crowd, ending on another peculiar sight. A droid…an avian droid at that…that had come swooping down to the table not far off from him, asking about rice wine. The sergeant there, a man who worked as a cook on the ship, had given a disbelieving and puzzled look to the little thing (no doubt because of just what it was, much less what it was asking for) that made that snowy countenance shift, a slight smirk forming on his features. Glancing away again, he decided now was as good a time as any to move his position.

Lifting himself away from the bulkhead, he rolled out his shoulders and readjusted his uniform as he started out into the crowd again. He truly had a distaste for this uniform…it always felt as if it fit wrong…as if it were too tight. Of course, it wasn’t…because of the considerable lack of shistavs in the military his uniforms had needed to be fitted specially for him...but it felt like it. Constricting. On occasions such as these it bothered him twice as badly, the feeling that if anything went wrong he’d be hindered by the uniform always itching at the back of his mind.

Slipping through the crowd with only a word or a nod here or there to those who said anything to him, the typically silent shistav found a path easily through the sea of personnel as they either noticed his approach and shifted out of the way, or he was able to find enough of a gap to pass through. Coming to a pause near one of the corners of the galley, his attention caught once more on the other shistavanen, perched against a section of bulkhead. For a brief moment he gazed at the grey form with his charcoal-grey scruff debating on how social he was going to be tonight with his duties. An ear twitched as one of the other security officers broke over his comm’s earpiece mentioning something about a ‘bloody big robot’ before sounding…a bit enthusiastic about catching sight of one of the other businessmen there, a ‘Mr. Del Fin.’ Glancing back over his shoulder he spotted the ‘bloody big robot’ and snorted, his brow furrowing and tail flicking. It was, indeed, a large droid. ”Who’s is it?” No one in the immediate area seemed to know, though one of the hatch guards said it had come in with the last bunch of businessmen and the captain. That at least narrowed it down to three.

He’d have to keep an eye on it now that he knew it was there.

With a flick of his ear, he decided it would at least behoove him to speak to the other shistav now. No doubt he’d noticed who’s it was. So, turning, he padded his way over to the other male, pausing a couple of feet away and giving a respectful nod. ”Security Chief, Roshgar Sharish.” Taking half a step forward, he’d offer a hand to the man he was facing. After waiting for a name, he’d nod slightly and take up a position near by with his back to the wall. ”You were one of the last group to enter, and so I have a question for you…the droid…” with a slight motion of his muzzle he indicated the hefty, humanoid shaped, and very bulky droid that was the new focus of his attention. ”Do you recall who’s it was?”

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“Curiosity will do you no harm today, my dear.”

The feline couldn’t help but grin and chuckle as hazel eyes danced lightly over her friend’s face. ”Well that is most certainly a good thing to know, Roland.” Still, as he continued, she couldn’t help but perk her ears toward him and nod a bit. She, of all people, knew how some secrets just had to be kept…no matter what industry you were in. His final words, however, had those eyes widening in shock at what she heard. So few things managed to get that sort of reaction out of her after so many years, but there you have it…even Diana had stilled suddenly.

”Bright stars… That is news, Roland…” she murmured, as the expected reappearance of Manfred caught her attention for just a moment. Diana shifted a moment before the sticking of her claws prickled across the farghul’s upper back until her weight settled on the opposite shoulder, her face holding obvious curiosity. Regaining her composure, Zharra hmmed quietly at the news as it settled into her mind. There was something nagging at her, however. It started as cautiousness that had her ears dancing around to catch any and all sounds of approach even as she continued to listen to what Roland had to say.

Past him she caught sight of the snowy form of her chief of security as he moved through the crowd. An ear twitched and the sound of footsteps approaching caught her attention. Something was off…but…what? Ears! That’s what it was. The sudden arrival of her XO had triggered it. Even with under the mindful scrutiny of Roshgar and his men, she some idea of how cutthroat businessmen could be. If any of them heard anything…well, while he was on Anthelion Roland would be more than safe, and off of her Manfred was more than capable, but that didn’t keep her from worrying for her friend. If I’d thought sooner…this isn’t the place to discuss this…Perhaps it was just paranoia on her part. She hoped so.

“Diana, if it’s not too much trouble, could I ask you to accompany me for a while?”

For a moment, Zha considered the request. That…silly oath (thing) the people from Familiar had made her agree to coming back to her mind for a moment. With her mistrust of force users in general, she was tempted to give an outright ‘no,’ but…maybe this would be a good time to get them both out of her hair, so to speak.

“Working today, Mr Elrune? I’d have thought the crew…”

A soft whisper into her ear pulled her attention away from the two men for a moment and onto the little droid perched on her shoulder, one ear turning to listen. ”Please may I, Zharra? I promise you I won’t be any trouble at all for him or any of the crew.” A sigh was given, as well as a small smile and a slight chuckle.

”I suppose it will get you and Tyros both out of my hair for at least a little while? I rarely am able to see my friend in person and it would be good not to be interrupted for a short amount of time.”

”Of course, my dear! I don’t mind a bit letting you two catch up! If I’d know I would have f—“

”Go on then.” Holding out an arm, she allowed Diana to scamper along it before using her elbow to springboard over to Tyros’ shoulder. Looking back at Tyros, her eyes would narrow just a fraction…barely enough to be noticeable except for the slight backward twist of her ears as well. ”Take good care of her, Mr Elrune…”…or so help me, I’ll flay you alive, force user or no.

He didn’t know it yet, but her allowing Diana to go with him at all was an extreme sign of trust. It was something that was already eating away at her even as soon as the Familiar had lept to his shoulder. Force users had taken so much from her…enough that she had more than a little difficulty in trusting them with anything of hers, let alone any of her people. As they left, Zha turned back to Roland, trying to get the bad taste out of her mouth, so to speak, by having a friend around. ”You seemed surprised that the crew is working today, Roland. Why is that? The majority of them are preparing to leave dock as soon as all of this…” she motioned to the room at large with a slight wave of her hand and a smirk, ”is over, after all. And then there’s our security team.” With a wink, she’d chuckle softly and nod in the direction of Rosh-- ”Well there’s something…” Roshgar and Manfred…perhaps the feline part of her should have been more put off by the sight of two, very large, canines conversing…but, in fact, she was rather amused by the sight.

”I wonder if I should be concerned or entertained by that sight…”

[Jazen]

No sooner had he asked his request of the Captain did he sense her unease about it....or was it about him in general still? Either way, Tyros mentally reminded himself to keep from prying any further to discover the answer; there was truly no need at this time nor would it matter to his intents. But before Zharra could give him an answer, the clear voice of Roland Ricketts drew his attention away from her and Diana.

Tyros's dull grey eyes turned to face the man, his expression belaying nothing but a calm, empty soul. Someone had once commented that Tyros should both try his hands at Sabacc or any game really related to using one's body language to determine if they had a good hand or a bad hand. He had, as the young soldier had commented, the best poker face he'd seen in all the time he'd been playing. Tyros was unable to object that at the time....merely because he knew only a little about the game itself. But he did indeed have the skill many players would wish to have; and it served him well.

"Yes well, be that as it may, Mr Ricketts, I am not in a position to take a reprieve. When a ship such is this has its launch time jumped from several weeks to days, the workload becomes collectively larger then it normally would have seemed. There is still much to be attended to still and I will continue to work on that in every few moment I get. After that, I might be able to rest...for a bit. Be at ease though; I know my limits and they are far from exceeded yet.

No offense to the Captain though; she has done far more then I have to date. She has earned a breather; I shall work to earn my own."

A sudden tingle in the Winds told him something was coming....and with practised ease, he turned his eyes to where the Winds guided him. Just in time, in fact, to see Diana launch herself from Zharra's arm into the air and more importantly, towards him. Surprise was one thing that Tyros rarely ever showed but in that moment, his expression twitched, changed in the slightest for the smallest of moments. Most would miss it entirely. He wondered if anyone in his immediate area had the eyes to spot it. In the end, it was only for a second that this change occurred before his face once again took up its hardened calm mask and he focused on the matter at hand. Which was a small droid flying through the small space between them.

His first instinct was to reach out and grab her, catch her from the sky so she didn't miss or fall short. But her trajectory...rate of climb...no, it was perfect. Bracing himself for the coming impact and also preparing to react in case her attempt should falter, Tyros turned his eyes intently to watch. There was no need to worry though; Diana landed with an ease he had not expected of the droid, onto his shoulder, quickly shifting around so she faced forward and was balanced upon him. Good thing she was light, otherwise her landing might have hurt more then he would have liked.

The tone in Zharra's voice was clear when she regarded him, Winds to tell him that or not. And he was slowly coming to put the bending of her ears in that manner to be one associated with warning. His response to that was clear, sound, otherwise unperplexed about the silent threat upon him should Diana come to harm. "She will come to no harm Captain; she will be considered an extension of myself and therefore, cared for in an equal manner as the rest of me. And to you, Mr Ricketts, I say enjoy your time and don't kidnap the Captain for too long. Have a pleasant conversation." With a sound nod to both of them, he folded his hands behind his back and stalked off through the crowd, making his way over to a part of the room not full of people. Near the end of the food table worked, as most the crowd moved towards the tables in the middle or the corners away to chat in private.

Coming to a slow by the place he had chosen, Tyros turned so that his back was to the wall, his eyes to the people around him. With a quick pan of the room, his other reason for choosing his spot came to light; he could see the Captain, Roland, Roshgar and the other Shistav Manfred, the other corporate heads that arrived.....effectively he could see everyone he needed to see and more. In case of a problem, he would be ready to combat it.

Which left him to focus on the reason he had brought Diana over here in the first place. It was a simple reason actually; he wished to know whatever he could about her.

"My apologies for stealing you away Diana but there is much I do not know about you and wish to know. For the purpose of knowing what you are capable of, so to speak.

I am aware there is much you and the Captain cannot tell me regarding your partnership; how it came to be, where you came from, who was able to create something..no, someone as unique as you. However, if it does not breach that line to ask, I would like to know what your capablities and function are. So I know where you will be most effective in a situation and more to the point, know more about you personally.

Will you be able to assist me in this search for knowledge?"