Log:Silent Auction(p2): Get the Party Started

Silent Auction(p2): Get the Party Started

OOC Date: January 24, 2017
Location: Art Gallery
Participants: Eebua Gnuda, Narsai Ordo, Russ Ordo, Rheisa Dirleel, Ax, Kadi, Jehni'va Cihn, Nyla Forr, Sienn Ko, Bishop, Quentin Haslett, Gr'vesh, Meep, Naelyn, Maeve Zavir, Sesti Gath, Jax Greystorm, Fuze

This is part 2 of the Charity Silent Auction put on by Mandos/Eebua/Rheisa at the Muse.

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Lord Eebua's eyes shift from where they had been marking the leader of the Wayward Guild to gaze down at Rheisa. "Ahhh," he rumbles in a gravelly, yet pleased voice as Rheisa makes her request of him. "But of course, Rheisa," Lord Eebua says with a smile that stretches a mouth likely wide enough to swallow a man whole, the lips glistening as he runs a large black tongue out of the great maw to wet his leathery lips.

He gazes around at all who have gathered in support of this goal and holds his arms wide, though obviously not too wide given their T-Rex like proportions to the rest of his body. "Dear friends!" he booms, his voice loud enough to drown out the music and all conversation. "I, Lord Eebua Gnuda, offer you all my most humble gratitude for your support of this charity event. Sentiments that I am certain that the Mandalore, Russ Ordo, share alongside me." He pauses long enough to gesture toward the man. "We all may have our differences in this life. Different views that separate us all and mark our individuality. But I would like for all of us to leave those differences outside of this door. So that we might remember the thousands of lives that were wrecked with the catastrophic attack on my starport and the surrounding district. Men, women, and children of all species lost their homes and lives, their loved ones. Lives were changed in an instant by the savagery of but one. Let us all come together this evening and lend our hearts as one, so that we may each help and lift those that remain from the ashes of that tragedy!" His eyes shift to Rheisa herself beneath him and he booms, "Furthermore, I extend my gratitude toward the selflessness exhibited by Rheisa Dirleel, owner of the Muse Gallery. I thank her for giving her business and her heart to this benefit, and I will reward her generosity with a piece of my personal collection." As if on cue an unarmed trandoshan enters into the Muse rolling an ancient Ryl artwork, a statue one and a half times the size of a man, on a hover platform. Eebua gestures toward it and dips his head toward Rheisa.

Allowing a moment for the gift to be received he gestures toward the room that houses the auction items and he says, "The items are in the Art Room. Everyone go, let us all give a little, so that in brotherhood together we may give a lot."

Pulling a flimsy pamphlet out of his back pocket, Bishop opens the folding plastic to read, "Ohhh...so there are things for sale as well?" He peers down at the writing, eyes narrowed, "Art?? Like...pictures?" Bishop's attention slowly floats away from the pamphlet like a cloud when Qadira walks by, his eyes widening a bit as he watches her dress swish across her backside. Blinking after a moment, Bishop looks back to the protocol droid. "Ah, so, these things for sale--"

Then Eebua speaks, and Bishop jumps a bit, "Why is that slug thing always so loud? He acts like warlord. And what is 'Mandalore'??" Shaking his head a bit, Bishop fans himself with the pamphlet, "Also, is much too hot. Ai."

"Worth a shot?" Jehn replies to the shorter woman, leaning to peer distractedly at the sign. "Hex might kill us if we win, though." To be fair, Hex might kill them anyway. Whatever attempt could be made to go and avoid interaction with the people at the event by focusing on the animals is forgotten in the arrival of... Another animal? The hell was that? Meep's appearance and disappearance draw a /look/ before Eebua draws... Everything else. "Can we even afford any of this?" The formerly-homeless pilot mutters to the droid wiz at her side once the opulent display of 'generosity' is complete, draping an arm across her shoulders. She doesn't rush off to socialize yet, mostly because Jehni'va Cihn is almost entirely incapable of it. '

Rheisa remains ever on the move and so it is that the nocturnal-eyed lady comes to overhear the spiky-haired human's inquiry to her droid. The soft tinkling of medallions and teeth and whisper of silk heralds her materialization behind the young man. "No life is free...but there are many ladies. Mens, too. All I sure am happy to speak in good company here." Her accent is thick, like she has to chew around the Basic syllables a little, but it's decipherable. "I see you have met Keee'tch'ka," a gesture to the droid. She bows her montrals forward. "I am Rrreeeesa. Please have good ti---" and the Hutt is speaking.

At the end of it all, the Togruta remains silent, her senses tingling as something ancient and huge this way comes, before it enters into view. Wide eyes grow wider still and she just....stares. Probably THAT artifact is much to big to convince Hex to take it back to his homeland. Probably.

Quentin Haslett, the actual individual and not a misplaced quotation from someone else's pose accidentally emitted on to the screen, strode out of the auction room looking relieved. RELIEVED. There was art in there. Actual art. Not someone exploding on canvas or chucking a paint-sprayer or seven down a hallway. And for that, he was both thankful and possibly a bit poorer. Because why not. He pushed his glasses up his nose a little more, shook his head in a tiny motion to get a strand of hair out of his face, and wandered back into the chaos that was Foyer - by RHEISA DIRLEEL. Of course he had to walk straight into a speech. Hidden motivations! Sneaky philanthropy! Yay! Quentin folded his arms and leaned against the doorjamb, listening only because it was polite. Politics. Oy.

Meep scoots too and froo, soon finding himself next to Rheisa. The little teek hides behind the much larger Togruta's legs. He peers waaaay waaay up at Rhesia, squinting over at Quentin, evidently more than content to keep behind Rhesia's leg and more or less out of sight.

There's something glittery and gleaming that edges from the shadows of where the entrance is, each footstep carefully taken and a small cloth coin like purse hanging from their wrist as a certain Sephi Hybrid dancer makes his entrance...wearing not much more than jewels and bodypaint and carefully draped pieces of material. Hair and cosmetics on point and the androgynous individual just scans the crowd, eyes lingering on Eebua and quickly lowering before the resident man-woman makes his way towards his goils, aka Nyla and Jehni, holding out his arms after blowing a kiss. He's careful not to interrupt speaking though.

Kadi is perfectly happy to let Adder stay with Ax, especially given what she's wearing. Claws are sharp, after all. "I'd like to go look at the art, I think, and I suppose th jewellery though - did you say a ship engine? Really? I'd like to see that!" You can totally clean up the engineer, but she still is a geek at heart. She pauses as Eebua speechifies, and then shakes her head. "I should go look, and then tell you what to bid on, right?"

Russ turns as he hears his title and then his name called out in such a large booming voice. He steps foward for a moment and offers a short bow towards the Hutt, but he chooses not tp speak to such a grand audience. His voice is not as loud and booming as the Hutt. Plus he has had some trouble speaking since his recent trip into the outer rim and subsequent dip in a bacta tank. But there is only so much damage it can heal in a short amount of time. He looks on curious as the large piece is wheeled out, his eyes scanning over it carefully. He knows he could never afford such a thing, despite all he has he is very far from a rich man. Afterall everything he has he puts into the betterment of his people. His eyes turb as ge notices something glimmer in the corner of his eye, his lips quirk in a quick grin as he spots Naelyn. He is ever so easy to spot no matter the environment.

Sienn scowls a moment as the Rylothian artwork is rolled in but she finally shrugs. "Typical. If there's not enough of ourselves to sell, may as well sell our culture too." She sighs and goes to collect another drink. Russ seems rather busy, so she chooses not to trouble him further as he mingles. "Rich people, pffft."

Gr'vesh Von Greowl listens to the glorious and mighty Hutt in their midst. The Defel doesn't look all that impressed even if some might give the Hutt such regards. he continues to eat upon some of the food offered at the table. It isn't as if in the small confines he can't still hear what the slug thing says. It was being rather loud and boistrous in giving its grand speech.

That statue got the scientist's attention. Quentin toddled over to the giant-ass Ryl statue, pulling out a small lens as he went. Having passed more than enough knowledge:fine arts rolls today, his analysis skills were on point. He lifted his glasses up to his head and placed the lens close to his eye, examining the statue in detail. "This is an original," he murmured to himself, almost in awe, as he witnessed the craftsmanship and detail first-hand. "Certainly of the era..." was another thing he said in his muttering. Clearly, to the scientist, the statue was of astonishing value. "...there's the maker's mark, rather subtle..."

Nyla Forr isn't great in crowds either! She's busy considering bids before frowning. "Right, yeah." Nyla scratches at her nose and nudges up against Jehn and the hold the pilot has on her. "Go schmooze," Nyla begs and hands Jehn the drink in her hand. "I'll go make you a plate of food, huh? No meat," she promises before noticing a familiar face. "Nae! Hi!" Instinctively she begins to unravel herself from Jehn.

Blinking, wide-eyed and mute at the Togruta proprietor, the wise and well-spoken Bishop comments, "Wow, you are pretty. I am called by most on this world 'Bishop', Rrreeeesa." Bowing with court-level elegance, the tattered, spikey-haired pilot adds a flourish of his hand out to the side. "I am told there is free food here, yes? Where might I find it, and your ladies?"

Meep is fortunate that his diminuitive presence is felt there, behind Rheisa's calf as it tickles against the sheer wisp of skirt. "Leetle one..." she murmurs and casts a sly eye downward over the blinged-out shrug of a headtail. "This is dangerous for you." Her gaze returns to feast upon the next biggest thing to crowd her foyer now - the Ryl statue. There is a sadness now to make heavy her gentle smile as she bends stiffly at the knees and reaches down to scoop one hand under Meep's 'arm', if he permits. Or she's about to be bitten. Either way, her nose twitches in response to Bishop's query with a snort. "You want mate with a woman you find one to impress, as nature say. Such things are not sold here..."

Meep bites on a finger, very very slowly backing up from Rhesia. A furtive glance is given back and forth before he disappears in a blur of motion. The little critter zips through the crowd until he arrives behind Sienn Ko. He immediately clings to Sienn's leg, smooshing his face against her leg, trying his best to hide in a very ostrich-like manner... like sticking his head in the sand.

"Naelyn!" Jehn beams, reluctantly stepping away from Nyla to greet their friend. Food. Fine. Grumble, grumble. "Diggin' the aesthetic. I'm gonna go pet that guy's thing -" She points to the tailring, since Nae will probably... Well, that might mean something different to him. "Excuse me?" She's calling as she approaches Kadi, her husband, and the animal. Because it's Jehn - and the woman who spray painted fancy onto her nasty work boots isn't going to do well on the social front..... Did that guy just ask where to find the women? She walks a little faster.

Now there is someone that looks like they may need some of his services, the defel spotting the Madalorian in his spectaculiar armor moves over to speak. Allt he better that Gr'vesh heard he was one of the spnsors to this shindig of a party. The sadow moves and bows a little to Russ Ordo, "Greeding great varrior lord. Ach ! You haffe the look of ein man zat alvays needs ein finer touch to ein ship or ein plaster. Ach ! Berhaps you haffe ein itea or are in need of ein finely crafted ship or one zat may need zome adchustments to make it zail far faster, further, shoot straighder and vork like zilk betveen your finger tibs. I am Gr'fesh Fon Greovl zuch ein engineer."

Sienn hears the magic words 'free food' and also goes in search for that table. She finds it and collects some of the more appetizing tidbits and starts for the mingling again. She jumps as something furry brushes up against her leg but she manages to not lose any precious foodstuffs from her plate. She bends to look at what might be... "Oh! You. Are you alright? Interesting to see you here, little one." She balances her drink on the plate and reaches down to try to pick Meep up with one arm.

Russ nods happily as the bids are updated, he was fully expecting that to go much worse for him. Oh well there is still plenty of time left for him to lose what little riches he has managed to keep for himself. He grins a little as he feels the alchohol he has slowly been sipping on begin to ease the tension he feels when he is hemmed in an enclosed area with people he does not really know. He pushes his empty glass onto a tray before he snags another and takes a shallow sip of it, well he is helping to pay for everything going on here so he might as well enjoy it. As he goes to move he is caught, however as someone engages him in conversation. He pauses for a moment as he thinks over his response "I am always in need of talented people that are willing to work in my employ." Russ nods his head as he wraps it around the speech "I am actually looking for more people to help me work on a rather ambitious project of mine at the moment. And the more engineers that know there way around ships and blasters I have the better I think."

Lord Eebua chuckles at the look of shock on Rheisa's features as the ancient Ryl statue is hovered in and brought before her. He gestures toward Quentin and nods his head, "Yes, it is certainly an original work. It would make me most happy if you would accept it and put it on exhibit somewhere in your gallery, Rheisa. In the spirit of the joined brotherhood and good will that we are seeking to accomplish here tonight."

The Mandalorians were here to lend a hand. Whatever others wars might be, they had lost people too and now they were trying to extend a Beskar'gem glove of aid to the innocent people caught in the same attack they had lost lives in. That was the message they hoped to pass on with their role in this charity event. While their presence would be very obvious with the current Mandalore dressed in his armor, not all of their numbers had come dressed for the part. Narsai's armor was still poc-marked and scorched with signs of recent combat and they were here for peace. With that in mind the redhead was once more not looking like herself. Her long red hair had been pinned back, several new hairpins decorated with some recycled green crystal-like material forming a rather elegant style. Her form was wrapped in a dark red evening dress, backless and probably far more expencive then she'd probably spend on most of her belongings...likely it was borrowed. She might not look the part of a warrior tonight, but with the lack of grease and grime smudges and some fancy clothing? Narsai Ordo doesn't even look like herself when she steps into the gallery.

Meep is hoisted into the air by Sienn. He squirms a little until he is properly balanced against Sienn, looking about with his new height advantage. He lets out a little chittering sound, "So busy!" he chirps, his eyes shifting to the plate of food in Sienn's other hand, squirming a little more as he strains to reach across with a tiny hand to try to snatch a little snack off the plate.

Quentin Haslett, the man with the classy attire and the glasses perched on his head, was in the middle of the room examining the statue with an art critic's lens. Because everyone's a critic. "I've no doubt of that, Lord Eebua," was his response to the nearby ginormous Hutt whilst failing to look towards him, in his direction, or in fact in any way other than at the artwork in front of him. "Where did you obtain this statue? This piece holds substantial dollar value, not to mention cultural. It would have been a hard find." Quentin hadn't deluded himself into thinking the Hutt had done something legitimate for it, but he was still genuinely curious.

Ach. A Meep bite. Rheisa takes greater care to stand up than it took to crouch, her weight kept mostly on left leg. No need to look at her finger to suspect that Umak could have done better. And has...thus the weaning. She excuses herself through the crowd to stand at the stony feet of the new statue and pay it homage same as the miniature version to enter her care previously. Her hands do not touch, they just lay over the immediate airspace while she utters a quiet prayer and casts Eebua a guarded look over her shoulder. “It is symbol of a spirit, yes.” When the gesture’s complete, she makes a pass by the food table to swipe a couple eggs. One goes directly into the mouth, pierced expertly by a fang, then cheeks draw in as she sucks the yolk straight out and down the hatch.

Bishop rubs his chin thoughtfully, considering Meeps dating advice. "/Impress/ them? Not simply offer the money, yes? Hmmm..." The young man in the Imperial flight jacket nods to himself, like a Jedi sage of yore. "So *that* is what I have been missing."

Straightening up a bit, Bishop marches through the crowd, following the Togruta woman who he was just speaking to a moment ago. The food table abandoned, the pilot 'Bishop' declares in a formal, heavily accented voice, "Curvy red sunset-colored woman named Rrrrreeeeesa." He turns a bit and motions broadly aside with his hand, palm out, "I am an ace pilot of the Dominion, and have shot down six First Order pilots." Bringing a fist to his chest, he stands at attention and nods sharply, "I am noble born, of the Evada line of Moffs, and though my family finances were looted by faithless dogs, I retain ownership of the /Black Lance/, a prototype TX-1 X-Wing starfighter."

Lowering his fist to his side, Bishop inclines his head, "It would be my honor to lead my lady to dance floor." He glances aside briefly. "...Assuming there is dance floor, yes? Am not familiar with barbarian Nar Shaddaa customs, or giant Hutt-Slug shindigs."

The only way one might tell the defel is happy is that the shadow where a mouth will be opens up and the shiny, white teeth appear and seem to shape such a smile. This may be very well what Gr'vesh was needing to get a foot hold into opening his shop. "Ambitious is ein vord zat sbeaks folumes and ein brochect zuch as zat vill need kood hands, keen eyes for dedail, and of courze I am zure vill pay top creds for zuch?" All this spoken with the Mandalorian, a question keen and visor set only to the armored man before Gr'vesh.

Turning his eyes on Quentin, Lord Eebua laughs heartily, his enormous bulk shifting around his ornately carved golden belt that circles his body. "It has been in my family for quite a long time," he offers by way of a simple explanation. "I have been looking over the various pieces in my collection and I could think of no greater way to thank the hostess of such a charity," is added as he turns his eye to watch Rheisa examine the piece and then move toward the table bearing the food. Of course the piece was was likely made by ancient Twi'lek slaves, but after Lord Eebua's speech regarding the need for joined brotherhood, he was not going to admit that in this public setting and would deny all claims of it.

As Narsai makes her entrance, the massive hutt seizes the opportunity and turns to regard her, "Narsai Ordo... Under any other circumstance I might not have recognized you."

The couple slipping in the door to mingle with the crowds attempt to pass through the throng past Eebua without getting too close, but not being conspicuous in the berth they give to the Hutt. The Zabrak woman has left her hair down, letting it partially hide her lower row of horns. Her asymmetrical tunic has a long tail on one side, fluttering behind her as she walks, dip dyed from a deep blue at the bottom, to a pale blue at the shoulders where her tattoos can be seen through the translucent blue shoulder panels. The skin tight, black leggings tuck into shiny black boots that probably conceal a knife or two. She's laced her fingers with the pilot in a white shirt with a clean hide jacket of dark brown with black pants that tuck into black boots as well. Looking up to him, she gives him a grin, and pulls him over to look at a painting, and survey the occupants in the room, seeking the hostess.

"Oh, Meep... look over there." Sienn mutters, looking across the room to indicate a red-haired lady in a deeper red gown." The lavender Twi'lek doesn't notice the Teek stealing food from her plate, because she's not noticing much else at the moment, even with the gigantic Hutt looming nearby or the stolen art looted from her home planet. Sienn herself is not exactly dressed for a party, but that's no surprise.

Nyla Forr watches Jehn leave and then... she's momentarily distracted by the entrance of Narsai. "Oh, right. /Food/." Nyla shakes her head, sucks in a breath, and excuses herself to go gather a plate of tidbits. Not the eggs, though, but she gives Rheisa a thumbs up, something more... palatably to her already in her mouth. She stacks the food on high and waits goes around to mingle, tryiiing not to look at the Mandalorian.

If Russ seems at all disturbed to be talking to a somewhat clothed shadow he does not show it other than a tiny tightening around the corner of his eye. Afterall by now the Mandalorian has been a lot of places and seen a lot of things. Not all of them things easily understood immediately. Russ smiles easily as the thing speaks to him, talks about business is something he understands far more than art. "Of course, if you are willing to work on it you will be paid good credits. And you will have the opportunity to work with the best tools and the finest materials in the galaxy. You will also need to sign several confidentiality forms and the like. We take our business very seriously and it would not do to have anyone that wasn't 'dedicated' to the work spilling all of the details."

Meep stuffs his mouth with snacks, his cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk. "Bambaloo?" he inquires, trying to follow Sienn's gaze. Reaching down, he takes a straw from his little apron, leaning across Sienn once more to place the end of the straw into her drink, trying to covertly take a long drink.

Ax, staying next to his wife, had let his mind wander a bit, lost in thought. Absentmindedly, he pulls a flask from his pocket and takes a sip on it from time to time, giving nods here and there to keep up appearances, but for the most part, the Echani seems lost in thought. If someone approached him, it might almost seem he was ignoring them. Finally, as someone nearby mentions whiskey, whether they meant here or there, the Echani snaps out of his daze. "Hey babe, I totally forgot to have some blossom wine sent here from our winery on Naboo. Dammit!" he exclaims to Kadi.

Moving through the doorway in the wake of other recent arrivals, Mae finds the nearest server with a tray of slender flutes holding something bubbly and selects not one but two glasses. She smiles at the server, downs the first glass rather neatly and sets the now empty glass back on the tray. The second glass is sipped, rather more demurely, and she aims a grin at the server before turning toward the crowd at large and skimming a curious, slow, look over the assembled crowd.

The Mandalorian woman chuckles a little as she's addressed, bowing her head with an expression of good humor. "I tend to find that blaster carbines and armor plating affect the ambience of this sort of gathering. A shame really," She nods her head, noticing the gaze of Sienn and raising a hand for a lazy wave of greeting. There's plenty of other faces Narsai recognizes, but many of them seem to be caught in their own conversations and so the younger Ordo sibling moves instead to get herself a drink while she takes stock of all she'd missed in her later arrival. Those green eyes fall on her brother, but the man is busy talking with another and so he too only gets a nod. Instead she looks over her shoulder, flashing Mae a smile of greeting. "Quite the crowd," she comments aloud. "Actually gives one hope we might be able to help."

Shortest entrance in history.

Tess was just going to have a little night out on the town, you know, get her high society on and all that. Why not? She'd earned it. All that time being a close in recluse, she was due a little time in the public. So blazenly she road out on feathered wings and ill suited clothing for such a galla event. She strolled in so purposefully too!

As if to say; I'm here.

Then she sees all the damn people... It takes her a full head turn to see all of them and that, dear readers, is way to many. So she does what any smart sociopath would do... NO she doesn't arm a thermal detonator... but the thought does cross her mind...

She turns on her heels barely a foot through the door and walks right the hell back out. "Nope." Middle finger up over her shoulder, "Nope. nope. nope. nope."

Rheisa offers Nyla a very humanish 'wink' of a gesture in response to her thumb of approval. Dirleel knows food. Maybe it's not always things other people would dare to consume, especially if it's still squeaking, but she knows food. What she does NOT know is why she has a new shadow, gesturing with gallant posture to his fabled surroundings. She glances surreptitiously around, just in case Bishop's addressing someone other than...bope. Nope, it's her. Egg number two gets slurped while she thinks over the display, brain spinning for a suitable answer. At last, she drops the hollow shells into palm and tosses them onto a side plate. "What is Moff?"

...As if the Togruta is considering it. Her eyes, meanwhile scroll aside to note the newest ripples of motion to pass through her door.

The Corellian Male with the Zabrak woman on his arm comes to rest at a piece of art featuring an Imperial stormtrooper helmet being pinned to the ground by an avian tailon and a tuff of red feather. Jax is wearing a slate gray leather jacket, with a navy dress tunic, grey pants, and dress boots. He loosk to Sesti, "Don't often get art. But I like this."

Kadi takes advantage of Ax's inattention to look at the art being auctioned. She then gives her hubby a flash of a smile, and a slight shrug. "Guess we'll have to make a point of it, later. And I think you should - " she takes a moment to whisper to Ax, so nobody else really hears. "That would be lovely if you win." She finishes up with, eyes dancing. "And I think I need a drink, and maybe something to eat. And where is Rheisa?"

Tess's exit is First Order designation FZ-4792, callsign Fuze's entrance, and the uniformed Lieutenant blinks, standing aside sharply to avoid a collision. Tess gets a lingering look as she departs, and so it's fair to say that anyone else watching the door catches sight of the official representative of the oppressive regime-in-waiting long before she catches sight of them. Then she turns back to the room, her teeth flashing into a pearly grin at the size of the crowd. Shy Fuze isn't.

Annnd that's when Nyla Forr spies a face she recognizes. Oooh no. What was she thinking? FO tour. Guh. Even the sight of the FO pilot she's had just brief run ins with sends a shiver down her spine and she swoops over to gather Jehn by the arm. "Hutts. First Orders. We should get out of here," Nyla murmurs in a very quiet tone. She tugs and it is /obvious/ that she isn't debating this. The food is held out towards the exit like a space carrot on a stick. C'mon, tall girl. Let's go.

Bishop's arms fall to his side, "Oh. Well." He glances aside awkwardly, "Is, uh, position. Of power. In Dominion." Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Bishop furtively glances around, as if not having thought this far ahead. "You know, like Senator, King, Hutt-Slug, or Brothel Madam." He shrugs, lifting his hands, "Is royalty." He motions to himself, "Am royalty. Sort of?" His head falls and he murmurs, "Nevermind." Slinking away, Bishop makes for the free food table, filling a plate completely within 3.5 parsecs.

Bishop is busily building a second plate when he suddenly spots FUZE. --FUZE--. His eyes widening, his breath catching, and a flush rising to his cheeks, Bishop suddenly (very carefully) sets down the plate in rash anger and storms through the crowd, "YOU! First Order dog! Draw steel! Stand and deliver!" He pulls off a glove, flailing it in her direction, "Beautiful fiend! Curvaceous devil! I challenge you to a duel! Here and now, knave!"

Jehn is easily overwhelmed - and this is a lot of people. The gangly pilot is turning to seek out her partner when the tiny mechanic appears out of nowehere with /food/. There are grabby hands for the plate as Jehn is easily led from the crowd. "I think that weird guys gonna duel someone." She can be heard chattering excitedly before disappearing from view.

Naelyn's head tilts back slight as he watches things that are going on with a quirk of an eyebrow and a hand resting lightly on his hip as he glances towards where his girls are beating a retreat and he pouts a bit, lowering his eyes and then looking back up. Dueling...oh dear.

At the sound of commotion from the talkative Bishop, Lord Eebua's gaze shifts sharply onto the man from on high. "There will be none of that here," Lord Eebua rumbles from on high as he begins making his way, quite slowly in fact, in Bishop's direction. His body slithers across the floor, leaving a slimy mess that will certainly have to be cleaned up later until he can gaze down on Bishop. "Differences are set aside this evening in the spirit of the Greater Good. If that is not to your liking... I know a few Trandoshans outside that would be more than happy to take you up on your desire for bloodshed."

Narsai had actually missed the details of what was being bid on, but it didn't really matter that much. It would be kind of improper for them to try and make away with things from a charity event they had a hand in hosting. Instead she'd retrieved her drink and was about to slink over towards the familier faces of people she hadn't spoken with for a long time: Jax and Sesti, Ax, others certainly. Then the First Order officer walks in and her eyebrows raise...only to fall back to rolling by the sudden outburst of the man with the glove. "This is neither the time nor the place. Cool your thrusters and don't go making a mess of a night made for a good cause."

Narsai however, does not look nearly as ferocious when she's dolled up in a gown compared to her usual armor. One wouldn't think she believes it for the look she shoots between the pair.

Standing near enough to the entrance to be studying the new arrivals, and sipping rather appreciatively at the glass of bubbly that she's holding, Mae allows one eyebrow to arch upward as she watches the storming and stomping then the glove being flailed at the impeccably attired woman in Gray. She takes a mild step forward, not quite stepping between the two, "That's terribly impolite," she remarks with a glance toward the one who threw the glove in the first place. "She ought to be at least given a chance to have a drink of the champagne before she's challenged to a duel," she flicks a glance toward the uniform clad woman. "Some standards should be adhered to, at all times."

Sienn comes out of her reverie and finally notices Meep sipping at her drink. "Aww, Teek-germs." she moans. "You shouldn't drink that anyway, you're going to have a terrible hangover come morning. "Here, you have this plate and..." and she tries to set Meep down. "I have to talk to someone." and when the little guy is safe in a corner she heads for the entrance and the people there but the sudden commotion interferes. She swears under her breath in Ryl as the ruckus begins.

Sesti Greystorm grins to Jax. "I could see your mother making an exception to no art in her quarters for that one," she replies. She reaches up to grab whatever drink is passing by her on a tray, and in doing so, notes Qadira and Ax. "Waywards are represented," she notes to her husband, tilting her head in their direction. "I still have not seen Tazi, oh... Mae has arrived, too. Well, if someone chokes on their marrow bone, they have two people to save them."

Russ inclines his head slightly "Of course. After the contract between us is complete I would be more than happy to reccomend you to any that may ask. Of course details of the project would still be confidential, but people will be able to see the benifit of your hard work. And if all goes as planned it should be no problem for you to find future employment. If you need it anyway. I am always moving foward my friend, and if you prove skilled there is always more work to be done." He looks at the device curiously before speaking again, his voice deep and warm. "We Mandalorians appreciate little odds and ends. They are often what gives us our edge, even more so than our armour."

Russ looks towards the door as a First Order soldier walks in, even he is not the biggest fan of the regime. Afterall they are an offshoot of the Empire. An Empire responsible for the death and enslavement of many of his people and the stripmining of much of their natural resources. But for now Russ pushes it into the past. He is for the Mandalorians now. Not the ones who have already gone.

The First Order Lieutenant's eyes widen at Bishop's charge (and the glove launched in her direction). It's fortunate she hasn't even made it to the buffet table, for had she been holding a glass of something it would surely have gone flying over her neighbors as she swats accurately and swiftly at the glove to send it falling aside. For a moment her eyes flicker angrily, but then Eebua is speaking, and so is Maeve. She smiles a radiant smile at Bishop. "Sir, as the noble Hutt and this lady have said, we are not here to fight. I would be happy to discuss in a civilized manner whatever grievance you have against me over a glass?" And she motions patronisingly to the buffet table, still grinning.

Kadi shivers. "Oh no. Uhm, well, I mean, I guess if you really want to, but I'll stay home in case you need a rescue." She tilts her head thoughtfully and then she adds, "I don't /want/ to know." No FO tour for her, nope. She looks around, spying Sesti, Jax and Mae, and gives them a wave. "Do you think there's room for dancing? Or will we have to go find a night club after." Since she's actually wearing a dress and all.

Meep wiggles a little, his short stubby legs spinning in place until they meet the ground. He seems quite happy to lick the empty plate clean, seating himself in a corner. "Goonda." he says to himself, far out of sight and out of mind, enjoying his snack and only glancing over at the ruckus after Sienn heads over.

Come again? Rheisa follows the madman with a stony stare. Oh. He means to fight. Okay. It takes approximately twelve swift strides before she's caught up to the all the crowing. Her montrals are more jingly and jangly tonight, making the striped horns /that/ much more eye catching as they skim by the tops of heads on her way to interfere, in case the other warnings aren't enough to sway the impassioned man. "Prrrsh'ktii!" A low, stuccato rumble rolls around her chest and it's probably not a happy noise, if her flashing glare at the back of Bishop's head is any indicator. Her toes nimbly pick that glove up, deposits it in hand, and she offers it pointedly back to Bishop. "No." A finger comes to rest meaningfully on his...forehead.

Mae signals to the nearest server and claims another glass for herself, neatly emptying the one she's holding and hands a glass toward the gray clad woman as well. "There, not you're properly provisioned. I do hope you don't have to toss it in anyones face, however. It'd be such a waste, and the buffet looks like a rather nice spread as well. Not just tiny bits of almost food on tiny plates, it's quite nice," and she aims a calm curve of a smile at Rheisa. "Dear, you're looking lovely and healthy, did you do all the planning for this event? It looks like a smashing turn out."

Gr'vesh Von Greowl nods to that and it all sounds far fair to him and of course to his pocket, clearly this was by far the best move he had made since arriving here, "Kood. I knev by the look of you zat great zings might pecome real. Vell..." The Defel's attention is taken away, but so was Russ's the commotion betweeen the FO officer and the upstart. "Zuch ein zad sdate of affairs. Ach ! I do not like zem either, put zis is not the blace to sdart ein fight vith zem.", there was no love it seems from Gr'vesh to the First Order at all.

The kid in the Imperial flight jacket nods sharply at Fuze's affecting a formal, but still heavily accented barely-Basic: "Very well, I accept your terms. First we shall drink and then perhaps retire to bed together, and then we shall duel for the honor of our realms in the morning, to death and glory." Going to waggle the glove at her, Bishop blinks when he realizes she knocked it out of his hand. "Wah?"

Looking around urgently, Bishop growls and bustles over to where his glove landed, now partially under the pumps of a social debutante, "Off! Off!" Shooing the woman away like she were a particularly annoying pigeon, Bishop retrieves his glove and dusts it off. Turning, he approaches Fuze again, "Treacherous nexu, tossing a person's clothing willy-nilly. I should accept no better from spineless, uh..." He looks at her uniform in annoyance, "Spineless...whatever your rank is--" Blinking at a finger on his forehead from Rheisa, Bishop turns and blinks at her blankly. "No? No what?"

Jax looks at Sesti, "Nah, you have it sent to her summer home on Correllia. Dad and her would just love it over the mantle" At Sesti statement of Mae and Waywards. He take the glass of the same tray as Sesti. He raises it in greetings to Ax and Kadi then towards Mae. The outburst causes Jax to shake his head, "It's Nar Shaddaa, always got to be somebody with more balls than brains. But I have found Tazi. I think she's working secuirty for her own event." He says taking a drink.

"Spineless Lieutenant," Fuze provides blandly to Bishop, stifling a wider grin at the sight of Rheisa's bony finger on the man's forehead. "Lieutenant FZ-4792, but my callsign is 'Fuze'." The introduction is addressed to both Bishop, Rheisa, and Maeve, the latter in particular getting a nod of thanks and acceptance for the flute of bubbly. "I don't think I've had the pleasure?" This to Maeve alone. Well, you can't expect the First Order to go about schmoozing with feelthy aliens, can you? Present Hutt company excepted, Lord Eebua. Needs must when the devil drives.

Ax's silver-grey eyes roam the room, the shouting from Bishop putting him on edge for what might be more trouble. That particular situation seems to have diffused, but that didn't mean others wouldn't rise up, a room full of this many different sides was a potential powder keg ready to blow. "I think we can dance wherever there's music, my love. And if there is no music, I can hum a mean waltz," Ax tells his wife. Meanwhile, all the people and noise has Adder on edge, the tailring coiling tightly around Ax's shoulder and arm to make as low of a profile as he can. "I think I'm gonna bid on the tour. Who knows, maybe I can take a ride in one of their new TIEs, see how it compares to the Specter. I hear the new ones don't require pressure suits like my Avenger." He follows Kadi's gaze towards where Kadi was waving, and the Echani gives a nod towards Jax and Sesti, and another to Maeve. He also notes Narsai, giving the Mandalorian engineer a slight wave and polite nod.

Ax offers a sigh though, as Bishop doesn't seem to get a hint that this wasn't the place. "Excuse me, baby," he tells Kadi before approaching. "My friend, regardless of how you feel of the First Order, this is neither the time nor place," Ax tells Bishop. "How about having a drink, enjoying the food, and keeping your hatred outside the doors. I don't like a lot of things, and some of them are here as well, but be a proper gentleman and keep the peace before Ms. Dirleel here has you thrown out, or Lord Eebua has you shackled and sold into slavery by the slime he keeps." Ax then looks towards Fuze, giving her a nod. "Ma'am," he says with a nod.

"Excitable, isn't he," Mae remarks in a calm aside to the newly introduced Lieutenant. "Something about the ruddy shade of his hair, I think, is a key indicator of his temperament," she adds before she shifts the glass of champagne to her left hand and extends her right along with: "I don't believe I have, either. Maeve Zavir," she offers and allows that curve of a smile to edge toward amused. "Fuze? Really? Well, most just call me Mae. Feel free, though calling you Fuze may force me to inquire as to whether or not that's to do with fusion or fission or short fuses, some combination of all of the above?"

"No." Rheisa's eyes narrow more beadily on Bishop's for a moment to let the message sink in - HE KNOWS - before releasing him from the point of her sickle-shaped nail to sidestep up alongside Maeve for a beat. "Am not healthy," she corrects matter-of-factly, "Am dying." Just a little bit every day on this damn moon, from the inside-out. Still, the smile is painted on there. "This is idea of Mandalorian clan and Lord Eebua. I say yes to host here. 'Scuse," she ducks her head and slinks further away, back to the rippling girth of said Eebua.

"I go get ready for - to perrrform. Band almost is done." Like it requires permission/an announcement to his huttness.

"No this is not the place to start a fight. Although if they do start one I will make sure that myself and my sister finish it for them quickly." Russ nods his head to the engineer quickly. "I will contact you soon with the details you will need. I look foward to seeing the fruits of your labour and ambition." With that the armoured figure steps away, placing the slender glass he was holding down. He moves foward his body tensing slightly as it readies for combat. Before seeming to deflate with a small smile as everything seems to be more or less in hand. He pauses for a moment and schools his expression into a slightly more composed expression. "Sir, please mind your manners or we will have to ask you to leave. This is a benifit to remember those that died and help those still in pain. You would do best to remember that." He bows slightly towards Fuze, his golden armour glinting slightly under the light "I apologise Lieutenant. You are off course welcome here. As is everybody else that is willing to aid the people damaged by this cowardly attack."

Talk about wolfpack. Quentin witnessed the poor kid get diplomatically dogpiled and sighed. He was quite looking forward to the fight, actually. A true duel of honour was an act of high culture and all this... low culture was starting to freak him out a little bit. Still, he listened in, smiling and chuckling at all the heroics and the diplomacy. Then he heard the word 'Dying'. Dying? His eyebrows perked up. Who'd said that? Why were they dying? And why did the sound of cash-registers just go off in the scientist's head? Leaving his place near Lord Eebua's initial perch, he went up to the Hutt Lord's new one and said, "Lord Eebua, I just heard someone say they're dying. I'm a doctor. I'm good at stopping people from dying." And maybe replacing their dying organs with turbolasers or flak cannons or thermal detonators but he didn't mention that part.

Bishop flails a bit when Rheisa presses on his forehead, and he scowls, "Already set terms for tomorrow! After drinks and dancing!" Rubbing his forehead angrily, Bishop blinks at Rheisa's comment to Mae, "Am sorry. Will miss sexy figure. And correct grammar." He nods, solemnly. Turning then, Bishop gestures idly toward Ax, "That is a foolish statement--if this is neither time nor place, how do exist, no?" He shakes his head. "Barbarians."

To Fuze, Bishop nods, his face completely serious, "Spineless Lieutenant. Was Captain. Captain of Dominion. You may call me..." He turns a bit, pointing to his arm patch for her, "Bishop." He nods. "Now, what drink? My treat. Before duel tomorrow."

With no violence forthcoming, Sienn sidles up to the Mandalorian woman. "Sorry for all this." she apologizes. "You look nice tonight. The... those pins look interesting in this light. That's a nice dress too." All that to Narsai. "I could get you a drink. They have an excellent spread."

Lord Eebua, ruler of these lands... well... in his mind, nods his head graciously to Rheisa. "Of course, I shall oversee the goings on here while you are getting ready. Do not worry, your gallery is in good hands indeed." That's right, HUTT IN CHARGE! And then there is Quentin speaking to him of some lesser life form claiming imminent death, and Eebua heard nothing of it at all. Turning purple eyes around at the crowd in search of anyone that seems wounded, the massive Hutt shakes his head and offers a shrug down toward Quentin. "I have not seen anyone injured," he rumbles over the hubbub of conversation. "There were to be no weapons allowed inside the doors."

Narsai has her own views about the First Order, but she has worse views to the idea of someone trying to ruin a day with the goal of helping the wounded civillians. Crossing her arms, she raises an eyebrow at Russ' comment. He's not wrong, but she has to bite back a humored comment to the idea of getting blood on literally the only 'high society' clothing she owns. The guy seems drunk though, or perhaps just a few bolts short of a blaster pack, so she leaves it be and instead returns Ax' wave before looking up as Sienn arrives and chuckling. "It's for the...charity...auction...thing. Believe me when I say a good flight suit or Beskar'gem is infinately more comfortable and comforting."

The Hutt's comment about the weapons? She just smirks a little to herself. This was still Nar Shaddaa after all.

The commotion did catch Sesti's attention, and she notes it at about the same time as Jax, but she is not inclined in any way to get closer, or to draw attention to herself, especially the attention of a certain Lieutenant. Her purple eyes take in the woman, then she leans her head to whisper something to Jax while they watch Rheisa interpose herself. She chuckles at Jax's observation, then gives atilt of her head. "Shall we go over to speak with Kadi and Ax?"

Kadi smiles at Ax, her expression warming at his comment on dancing. "It might be poor dancing, admittedly, but I do like the way you think. Sometimes it's fun." She eyes Adder, and moves quietly along with Ax as he goes to talk to poor Bishop. Not that she's going to say a word, but hey, at least she gets to see more folks. "Mae, how are you doing?" she asks. Which of course then gets a small gulp and a nod to the First Order Lieutenant.

"Callsigns are allocated by your instructors in flight school," Fuze explains to Maeve. She pauses to bow formally to both Ax and Russ, and then the incoming Kadi. "The First Order is in the forefront of the fight against the terrorist elements calling themselves the 'Resistance'," she says bluntly to the two men. "We will continue to stand in the way of those that oppose peace and order in the galaxy, and we will wreak retribution upon those that kill innocents." All with a straight face, not a hint of irony in her expression. She turns back to Maeve and adds cheerfully, "They called me Fuze because that's what protects the rest of the system from damage." And then there's Bishop. She turns to the redhead and grins cheerfully. "I'll take another champagne." And quaffs her first expertly. "If my chain of command are willing, I'll happily meet you in the air," she says lightly.

With a beep from his datapad and a very good connection, the plan to network was working well for the Defel. Being freed up by the ending of the skirmish that wasn't, Gr'vesh wanders back through the crowd. A ripple of people that move around him more so because of the disturbing way light bends and is absorbed, a shadow where fur peeks out from beneath any covering. A dark hand reaches out to snag a drink from a servitor when it passes an embibes himself with a sip, then agulp and then the rest follows as the glass is tipped back and fluid dissappears between white fangs and the shadowed maw below the visor.

"No, not like that," Quentin mused, looking around for whoever had said the words. Funny how he completely dropped the fawning and respect to the Hutt when his mind was locked on to something. "Something else. In the sense of... I think I heard 'unhealthy'. Female. Do you know of any unhealthy females around here?" What an awkward question to ask!

"Ax, you're looking rather sharp," Mae notes before she reaches out and hugs Kadi, "and you're looking lovely as always," she says with a smile before she steps back and shares a nod in general aimed at those who have gathered around in an impromptu intervention knot. She shifts her focus back to Fuze and makes a quiet, "Ah" of sound. "That's a rather clever call sign, then. My alternatives were only amusing, but clever is by far a much better approach to something that becomes part of your official moniker." She sips from the glass that she's holding, glancing toward Bishop then back again. "You should clearly define those terms, though, Fuze. Meet him in the air could lead to being shot out of a cannon, in full gear of some sort, with a helmet and a sword and have to fight your way down, mid air, who ever survives the landing and can walk away wins. It's all about the parameters."

Jax takes a long drink of whatever it is in glass. It's bubbly. He swirls it around and finishes it. Then sits it on a serving tray going past. Then snags another glass. "If you want though they are talking to the First Order Lieutant." hHe shrugs, "I would suggest dancing instead? Let the scene cool off a bit."

A halfhearted thrum lifts from Rheisa's chest in show of 'thanks' for Eebua's offer to hold down the fort. Hopefully he won't squash it. Ick. Before she disappears back into the crowd though, her montrals are abuzz with a /word/. Two actually. Sharp pupils bring 'Fuze' back into focus as she stares through twirling clusters of headress. The painted whorls upon her face start to wrinkle, betraying real from fake as some of those white marking crackle. Nostrils flare and flatten for just one sloshy heartbeat, then she's off, almost knocking into Quentin on her march for the ramp.