Show Must Go On [La Belle Epoque, EN8]

[Col. Hala Moraal]

The airspeeder wasn't what he enjoyed driving. He was used to feeling the wind against the exposed bodyglove of his armor. The roar of a thruster pack, and the responsiveness of just moving his body to adjust vector.

An airspeeder felt sluggish, cold. Still, it was what was required considering the invitation. He had brought out his formal dress uniform. The rank pin, the symbol of Clan Rook, his boots, cuffs, and code cylinder. All polished to a mirror finish.

His dress boots almost could reflect the light back, unscuffed and pristine from uniform regulation. His hair was teased so the natural curl fell away from his face. As he stepped out of the vehicle, he put on his officer cap, and opened the door for his superior officer.

"I'd have much preferred the jetpack, ma'am."

"I know Rook," answered the Colonel reassuringly, "Sadly official functions call for less comfortable means. I'm pretty sure you can count on one hand how many times you've seen me in fatigues, and this is why."

She smiled before adding, "It's a pain, sorry."

[Char Fin'le]

''YES, OUR QUEEN AS BEEN TAKEN FROM US BUT SHE KNEW IT WOULD COME." He puffed his chest with pride

''SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR MY PEOPLE. SHE WILL BE FOREVER HONORED"

Char nods and lightly pushes a fist against Mahr''s.

"A lot of us had people who had to make a choice like this. I-"

Char chokes for a moment.

"I have seen what today does. And the sacrifices should not be forgotten. You...you should not be forgotten!" Char grabs the Xeno's hand. "You have a story to tell, don''t you?"

"You have seen sacrifice. More sacrifice than most"

[Xal Kimlya]

Tyr stomped into the venue, scowling. This is the last place he wanted to be, but apparently it was important.

Xal waved him over to his table.

[Mahr]

Char nods and lightly pushes a fist against Mahr''s.

"A lot of us had people who had to make a choice like this. I-"

Char chokes for a moment.

"I have seen what today does. And the sacrifices should not be forgotten. You...you should not be forgotten!" Char grabs the Xeno's hand. "You have a story to tell, don''t you?"

"You have seen sacrifice. More sacrifice than most"

Mahr was not sure if he was confortable with the stranger's sudden accolades. Something he expressed openly with with a glare.

''THAT STORY WILL BE KNOWN IN TIME. MAHR ASKS AGAIN: WHO ARE YOU''

[Char Fin'le]

"In time is too short, don't you think?" Char offers a bow.

"I am...a person who makes trouble. Of course, looking around, I could never do that much. So maybe...maybe I am the ones that helps people. Helps the ones who need it most"

[Dapper Dog]

She looked at the comm. "I'll be back shortly." She wandered off to the secluded command space to pick this one up.

“I will be brief, Moyr, the Eagle as he stands has run his course. In the chaos he was retired and I wonder if you wish to have the honor of presenting his corpse to the new Court?” Watcher Five said as he came on holo.

“We have a new asset in play, we shall see how long it remains viable.”

[Lord Bellious]

She nodded.

"I might. Whose corpse would that be? And how would that fit in Baras' story?"

[Dapper Dog]

She nodded.

"I might. Whose corpse would that be? And how would that fit in Baras' story?"

“It would be the Corpse of the Eagle, as far as fitting in with the story it simply enhances the emphasis of control and finality. If you wish to exploit that for your own gain among the Sith, have at it. As we have some history together, I presumed you would leap at such an opportunity,” he responded with his cold demeanor.

[Lord Bellious]

She nodded again.

"How would I have obtained the corpse? Slaying him myself?"

[Dapper Dog]

She nodded again.

"How would I have obtained the corpse? Slaying him myself?"

“If that is the story you wish to present,” he responded.

[Tyr]

Xal waved him over to his table.

Lip curled, Tyr stomped over to the arkanian, grunting in acknowledgement. He eyed Xal's glass disapprovingly, "you already lost control once today, you sure you want to go there again?"

[Lord Bellious]

“If that is the story you wish to present,” he responded.

"I see. So be it. I hope the inquiring minds will find my story corroborated in what other sources can offer them."

[Dapper Dog]

“If you have concerns send me a script and we can make adjustments,” he said without any sarcasm.

“All glory to the Empress and Empress-Regent.”

He ends the call assuming they are done.

[Mahr]

"In time is too short, don't you think?" Char offers a bow.

"I am...a person who makes trouble. Of course, looking around, I could never do that much. So maybe...maybe I am the ones that helps people. Helps the ones who need it most"

Mahr's brow twitched

"WHAT?"

[Lord Bellious]

"All the Glory."

She repeated contemplatively to no-one, and then moved back to the party, redonning her sociable expression. Instead of joining the floor, he just walked on stage and gestured for her Bith band to provide the ambience. Tapping the floating mic, she chuckled once into it to draw attention, then began singing when the note felt right.

"You can play the part of a golden heart
But you know what you've done
You can pluck a rose
While wearing sheep's clothes
But you know what you've done
You can save face while you're rigging the race
And even when you've won
You stand tall on shoulders you let fall
And you know what you done
You know what you done

You can wear 'em down
You can fly the blades around
But you know what you've done
You can fake in brotherhood
As a big time doing good
But you know what you've done
You get your way playing sycophants and slaves
A coward with a gun
Everybody sees you riding the big speed
And you know what you've done
You know what you've done

Yeah, you...
You're the one

Yeah, you
You're the one
You know it's true
We all know it's you
We know what you done..."

She sang looking at no-one in particular, but she didn't believe in coincidences.

[Xal Kimlya]

Lip curled, Tyr stomped over to the arkanian, grunting in acknowledgement. He eyed Xal's glass disapprovingly, "you already lost control once today, you sure you want to go there again?"

"It's a matter of choice." he frowned. "I wasn't given a choice earlier. I was unable to resist the strings controlling me. I regret the things I did, primarily because I was forced to do them. Even if I do lose control again, I'd like it to be by my own decisions."

He tapped the still full glass in front of him.

[Tyr]

"It's a matter of choice." he frowned. "I wasn't given a choice earlier. I was unable to resist the strings controlling me. I regret the things I did, primarily because I was forced to do them. Even if I do lose control again, I'd like it to be by my own decisions."

He tapped the still full glass in front of him.

Tyr grunted, and left it alone, crossing his arms over his massive chest.

[Xal Kimlya]

Tyr grunted, and left it alone, crossing his arms over his massive chest.

"Thank you for joining me." he gave Tyr a smile. "I fully understand not liking these things. I just needed to see moving, breathing people. And, get a better idea of what happened."

[Tyr]

"Thank you for joining me." he gave Tyr a smile. "I fully understand not liking these things. I just needed to see moving, breathing people. And, get a better idea of what happened."

Tyr had had his fill of people, the battle to control the spaceport had been messy, thronged with people almost as insane as Tyr, he'd seen first-hand what had happened. He said nothing.

[Char Fin'le]

"In time is too short, don't you think?" Char offers a bow.

"I am...a person who makes trouble. Of course, looking around, I could never do that much. So maybe...maybe I am the ones that helps people. Helps the ones who need it most"

Mahr's brow twitched

"WHAT?"

"Your Queen. Her praise will come too short, too halting. You will hear plenty of phrases: our deepest condolences. Your sacrifice will not go unnoticed."

"The thing is...how do you feel? How does your sacrifice feel?"