Log:New Alderaan: Autumn Festival

New Alderaan holds a fall festival by the beach

OOC Date: October 01, 2020
Location: Bastion City, New Alderaan
Participants: Qadira Suuryet, Tyrius Bodega, Ban Iskender, Yari, Jarret Sur, Yuun, Hadrix Kora, Lahni, Septima Carnine, Aryn Cole

The boardwalk served as a literal bridge to the distant port (settled more safely in the deeper waters of the sea cove) and the beach district. Tonight's festivites included the boardwalk with its street vendors, entertainers, music and food, but the heart of activity was on the beach.

Natives have erected a massive teepee styled fire within the safety of a stone-ringed fire pit. Its lighting ceremony contained all the pomp of an aristocratic society, but following its lighting, it could be seen from the misty Droalder sea for miles. Settled around the fire, and its warmth, were a number of amenities made available to guests who wished to celebrate the autumn. The most popular, naturally, was the open 'bar', a grand white and blue canvas covered setting with wooden tables, open seating/standing, and drums of the finest liquor in the galaxy. Drawing a close second in popularity was the fire pits, a second location where smaller fires had been fashioned for the roasting of freshly hunted game from the Yavon forest. There was a broad selection, as Alderaanians prided themselves in being avid hunters.

The other areas consisted of a live band playing catchy instrumental music of popular themes in the galaxy, seating around the fire, and a spectacular view of the Droalder bay, sea, and surrounding mountains.

It was not yet completely dark. Ebbs of the sinking sun had disappeared behind the mighty Rolavan mountain, but its light still colored the horizon in a hue of orange, purple, and gold. Distant watercraft lights can be seen as small globes to the unaided eye, bobbing on the sappire sea, while ships leaving the spaceport occasionally fly overhead on their route off planet.

New Alderaan's two moons, one a rust color and the other a lunar white, have come into view as well, and the rocky ring around the large frontier world can be seen in the sky, giving it an eerie yet beautiful backdrop where the sky has yielded to the night.

It is cool tonight, cool enough to barely see your breath and have need of a light jacket. All seem merry, nobles are drunk, and things seem.. at long last, to be at peace.

Ban Iskender moves among the revels with a comfortable dignity, head high and manner both composed and warmed with good humor. A thin glass of pale wine rests between the gloved fingers of one hand, as the gentleman moves between social clusters, offering greeting and conversing with any familiar faces among the party-goers.

Dressed up, cleaned, groomed... a peculiar suit of 'armor' worn now after the morning hunting with the Alderaanians, having helped bring down some of what was currently roasting - now Hadrix of Kora is clad in a Coruscant cut suit instead of Beskar, though there is the bulge of at least one weapon beneath his clothes and likely to be more somewhere on his person.

Gripper and the Massive Mandalorian reside next to the 'bar' for the moment - a flute with something golden in it in one hand and a cigarra held in the other.

"Feeling naked?" the droid at Hadrix's side quips, "Not funny this time either." "I was starting to think that it was your skin." "That means you weren't peeking on me in the 'fresher." "I have some dignity." "Right." "Shut up, Hadrix."

Aryn can be found standing near the large bonfire. Certainly not near enough to cause any damage or harm herself, but /near/ enough to watch the flames while bathed in the hue of its wavering light and warmth. She wears a light cape, festive with an orange lower hem that resembles the autumn orange leaves take on for autumn. Aryn's presence is not a distinct one; she's easily missed. Perhaps beneath the daylight, she might be found more easily for her bright blonde hair, but tonight she appears to be another face in the crowd.

Aryn sips a chilled brandy, held in a fine silver cup that's held by both hands. She seems lost to her thoughts, or in the ambience of jovial company. Beyond the crackling of the fire, the waves of the sea could be heard along the coast. It was the sound that drew her to this trance, and the mesmerizing flames as they devoured the pine and sweet smelling cedar.

Kadi is wandering the party, enjoying the chance to people watch and enjoy herself. She doesn't much expect to be recognized, and that's just fine. The Waywards Engineer flashes a grin though as she catches a droid telling someone to shut up. She continues to wander, pausing just outside the area with the band. Dressed in the Coruscanti style, it might surprise those who know how much Kadi likes to dress up. But here she is.

In attendance was one Represtative and Lord Tyrius Alonzo Bodega the Third... not to be confused with his father Tyrius Alonzo Bodega the Second. Though, the man was dead so the Drikish rep was the only one alive with such a mouthful of a name.

Perhaps the most 'scandelous' part of his arrival was the fact that he wasn't alone. While known to be a bachelor even in his early 50's as he was, he wasn't known to take woman about on proper dates and outings. Not good for his image maybe or he hadn't found someone he enjoyed spending time with. Perhaps something had changed, because it ws clear as day that Septima Carnine, Senator to Chandril was on the mature man's arm. "I hope the flight wasn't too terbulant. I'm a bit rusty I must say. Never flew much even when I did."

Those two moons are watched by a stare as mismatched as its own. Yari has stood with her back to the revelry for a time, gazing out at the darkening silhouettes cut by the mountain. Naked toes are sunk defiantly against the cold, ankle deep in the Droalder's lapping caress. It's a bit more nippy this season than the last time she waded into the sea. Her boots and wooly socks are almost within reach between here and the fire, standing by to welcome her feet into dryer quarter.

It's a twinge of homesickness that's brought her here, for how long can a mountain girl be content with life at sea level? Manka or no, those peaks were once a promised home. If only for a short time. They were also the birthing ground of her son - a Kijimi castaway who weathered the storm of war in utero, born into a new land that was not destined to be his after all.

But there is 'family' here, still. That enormous fire has attracted attention from those isolated encampments still squatting in the mountainous wilds and it's only a matter of time before the scruffy Kijimi folk are mingling among the more civil crowd. Seeking unguarded pockets, no doubt.

With a final nod to the fading scenery, Yari turns her back on the water and retrieves her boots. That fire will be all the more welcoming, now. Pale breath testifies to the dropping temperature. Somewhere yonder, mingling among the gentry is Galen Zapal, her pa, spending a little quality time with his grandson and thusly liberating her to partake in what food and drink she can find in this hour or two.

So many suits, so many elegant gowns. And then there is Jarret, arriving at the affair in armor plate. Around hardened shoulders a cloak is worn to protect against a nonexistent wind, olive scaled hide draped over the gilded scarlet and maroon of his armor. He presents a quiet figure as he yet lingers at the edge of the boardwalk whilst the fire blazes away, helmed and quiet. Welcoming the fall in his own way, perhaps, like a walking tank.

And yet, even as he stands there, he is never entirely still. The light of the fire reflected in the visor of his helmet, the Mandalorian's head seems to be on a slow pan back and forth much like a surveillance holocamera, eternally unhurried as he takes in the crowd.

Septima didn't realize this was a date! So it might be the reason why she's not all mooney eyed at her fellow Senate Member. She's dressed in dark green silk that is something normal for Chandrila and aimed towards working class given she wasn't that high society. She gives a smile to Tyrius, "The flight was pleasant, Lord Bodega." she tells him. "I know how to fly a bit and well, if worst came to worst I'm sure I could have helped." she muses. With her is her droid protection, but, if Mekil is here, he's glowering in the shadows or somewhere else.

Lahni returns from the bar where she's gotten her own flute of something golden and bubbling, dressed in fairly simple dress in a warm brown color, with an a-line waist, and a full skirt that ends just at her ankles. Though the dress itself is sleeveless, she wears a matching jacket in the same fabric to ward off the chill - and simple necklace with a drop-shapped garnet at the end of a golden chain at her throat. She had been headed towards Hadrix - but her steps slow and here head cocks as she spots a famliar form, even if she is out of her usual mechanic's overalls. "Qadira?" she asks. "Come to drum up some new clientelle?"

Organic eye surveying the swirl of people with nary a movement, the glowing pupil'd bionic flicks from point to point independently. Cigarra tucked into the corner of his mouth, the big man ceases being an otherwise still statue and casually slips into the current of sentients. Gliding steps taking him past Mekil, giving Septima's guard a nod before he deposits himself near the fire next.

A small nod to Aryn once he arrives there before looking past to Septima and Tyrius, free hand drifting to a jacket pocket as he gives the pair a nod. Bionic eye focusing on the pair with the organic, both looking a little curious at the sight beheld.

What secrets are you maintaining Garden Senator?!

Dirty grit gets sandwiched between feet and wool and ensures that the remainder of Yari's evening will involve some serious exfoliation! Her night's off to a good start. Once those boots are laced, she shufflestomps her way up the beach to the beverage tent and secures a mug of something warm and spicy(strong) for herself. Onward then, to the fire to become one body of many soaking in its warmth. Takes a minute or three, but the UNarmored form of Hadrix finally strikes a chord of recognition during her endlessly curious(paranoid) scan of faces. Seconds later, he's acquired a shadow.

She stands there, quiet as ever, but boring a stare into the side of his head so that whenever he might take note, a little smile of greeting might hit its mark. Not weird at all...

"Lahni!" Kadi says, pleased to see the other woman. "I am very glad to see you! I guess, maybe, but more just to get out and socialize with some people. Maybe meet some folks I don't know." She spins in a gleeful turn. "What do you think?" she asks, of her very fine Coruscanti finery. She's in a good mood, Kadi is, out on her own for the night. "I think I need a drink, and maybe a bite to eat, and - " She chuckles. "I obviously need to get out more."

The cloak that Jarret wears is akin to a nobleman's sword-cloak, albeit a distinctly Jurassic or heavy metal sort; it drapes off one shoulder, baring a pauldron made from a gleaming, silvery metal. Though unseen, Jarret's attention is set momentarily on Hadrix, the giant in the suit garnering his particular attention before he looks away once more. So many faces. So much data to process.

Ban Iskender's meandering course brings him back around to the largest fire, where he steps up beside the comfortably trancing Aryn. "It is a moment so pleasant that one hesitates to comment upon it, lest by giving voice to such peace, one might tempt fate to unmake it. How has your Highness fared this fine eve?"

"I think you look lovely," Lahni assures the other woman with a friendly smile. "And - I encourage all of these ideas. It hardly seems like it could be a successful evening, otherwise." The omwati woman gestures with the flute of sparkling wine held in a slender, blue hand as she adds, "The drinks are just that way - unless you prefer a little food in your stomach, first?"

In the distance, closer to the center of the sea cove, a yacht slowly moves into position and lowers its anchor. The top level of the ship houses a hired crew who begin to walk along the line of their firework layout. Awaiting the cue to begin, the crew turns on the yacht's exterior lighting, marking itself in blue and white neon like lights. It was the signal to land that the vessel was in place and prepared to carry out the display when given leave to do so.

Aryn turns first at the arrival of Hadrix who had offered her a quiet nod. Though his arrival broke her trance, she smiled and returned the gesture with a slower and more deliberate nod/bow of her head. "Commander Hadrix; you look well, sir."

Aryn spies Yari beside Hadrix, and offers a wave AND a gesture for Hadrix to take note of the Kajimi woman. "It seems one wishes to see you, Hadrix." Aryn didn't say speak because she knew Yari, and understood the woman didn't speak like others.

Aryn turns then to regard the gentleman that has arrive by her side. Lord Ban.

"I find myself lost in my own thoughts. The past two years have slipped by me, yet in this revelry and peace, all I can think about are the faces who did not make it to this point. Our studies say I should rejoice in their peace, for they have become one with the Force, yet.. I am sad. Sad I will not see their smiles during moments like these." Aryn glances up at the noble soldier a moment, then back to the fire. "Perhaps too complicated of an answer for an evening like this. I should enjoy these.. as you say." She sips her brandy then and turns to look over the crowd. "Who shall we speak to first?" She asks of Ban.

Tyrius Bodega glances to Septima and gives a coy Grin. Whether or not it was a date there would still likely be gossip. "Im sure you could." He offers a chuckle, his eyes hlancing atound at the festivities. "I do think there are some drinks up ahead." He smiles, "I promise noy to over do it." A chuckle and a wink. " Oh.,. is the tree doing well in its new home."

"Mister Kora." Septima gives a genuine smile when she sees the big Mandalorian that is Hadrix. "It's nice to see you again, I trust that things are well?" she asks him. There is a nod given to the others present as well. She's at least in a decent mood this evening. To Tyrius there is a look and a soft nod, "Excellent, lets see if they have a juice of some sort while you get something. I'm not one for alcohol." she admits. "And the tree is doing quiet well. I'm glad that I have one for the personal collection now." she tells the Representative.

"Jarret, ba'slanar prudiise, di'kutla at'haaranovor" said simply when Hadrix's gaze falls on the Mandalorian in reviver plates. Ears perking, as he speaks, his head inclines slightly to Iskander, the corner of his mouth without a cigarra jammed in it lifting slightly but it's Aryn's greeting that draws speech first,

"Highness." turning when she indicates Yari, brows lofted as he looks to the little redhead, "Shev'la'ika" looking up a moment over her head to Septima, "I am well, yes, Senator. Curious you've not been shot at or nearly kidnapped - almost two months? New record." winking before again his eyes are on Yari, speaking slowly and deliberately to allow her time to read his lips.

"You look cleaned up, Shev'la'ika - has life on Chandrilla agreed with you then?"

Kadi grins to Lahni, nodding her head. "Thank you," she says. "And you also look wonderful. As usual. Are you going to grace us with a performance?" That asked, she glances to find a drink. "That way, yes? I'm going to get a drink first, and then some food." She shrugs a bit, looking over that way. "Would you like to come along with me?"

"It's not my world - I haven't been invited to perform," Lahni admits, as she turns to walk with Qadira back towards the bar, lifting her glass for a small sip. "But if the opportunity presents itself - I wouldn't say no. Events like these are a wonderful opporunity to advertise my services, after all," she remarks. It's a large part of why she attends them.

The other half, of course, being how much she //loves// parties.

"Remembrance can marry melancholy with joy," Ban observes to Aryn. "Oft one remains the stronger, but to recall those before in moments of peace.. Is that not the very form of peace in the Force we are advised to keep?" A small smile. "All would be glad to be recalled in such moments, my Lady." As for who they should seek out.. "I note a Senator, a Representative, a number of Mandalorians.. most in genteel dress, at that. Many of the others I am unfamiliar with."

The giant's words draw Jarret's attention once more; he looks to Hadrix again, this time replying in a flat, soft voice made tinny from his helmet's annunciators. << Nu'haaranovor. Ni oya'karir. >> A beat, and then a mailed hand gestures down the cloaked side of him, miming the smoothing of a suit lapel. << Meg cuyir ibac? >>

Lahn passes, colored skin momentarily catching his attention. But only for a moment. Hadrix, of course, is the moment's focus.

She can blink now! Yari does so, while Hadrix directs some words over her head. The dancing shadows cast by firelight will very soon obscure her ability to read what's said as dusk slooowly gives way to night, but her eyesight is keen and she catches the gist of what's meant for her. She looks clean. The pinkish glow warming to her cheeks and ears can't be blame entirely on the heat coming from this bonfire. It's a compliment that highlights her dire state of appearances /before/ and that's a touch embarassing. A shoulder shrugs, as does her head, and palm comes up to waver before flashing a halfhearted thumbs-up.

Chandrila life? It's okay.

The mug gets passed to her right hand so the left may wag a finger from side to side, point to him, then join with the right (ever so carefully, only spilling a little) to mimic an abbreviated rocking of babe. A quirk of brows and screw of mouth suggests it's a question she's signed. The datapad IS on her belt, but tapping on a screen is always a last resort when there's booze to be held.

"Well, that makes sense, though it's not something I thought of," Kadi admits. She gets one of those flutes of something sweet and alcoholic, not so big on the bubbles. She raises the glass in a toast of sorts. "Here's to good parties," she says easily to Lahni. "And meeting new people. Should we go find - someone to plague with our presence?"

Everyone is near, or in the general vicinity of, a tall, well bit and lit fire. The fire is housed in a permanent pit of stone on the beach, and its firelight can be seen all around. Evening has transitioned to night, and the skies have yielded to the dark sky. New Alderaan's moons (one rusty, one white) now hang just over the mountainous horizon, shining bright lunar light that emphasizes the rocky ring around the planet, which can be seen from the ground; the view is spectacular!

The event? A festival for autumn. There's canvas covered areas stationed all around the fire, with fresh game being cooked over open fire: Stir fry and chopped steak seasoned well sizzle over shield like woks placed over the fires. Larger game spin on spits over the flames, their tender cutting pieces off to serve guests. A bar tent is one of the most popular places, as it serves some of the most expensive liquor in the galaxy! (And some cheap stuff too!)

Aryn regards Ban a moment after listening to his answer and nods. "Perhaps. Knowing they are at peace is not the same as seeing them in peace, however. I must have faith they are smiling now, perhaps amused I spend time thinking when I should do other things."

Aryn hooks her arm to Ban's then, drawing herself close to the taller soldier. Her other hand holds her silver cup. "I yield to your expertise, my Lord. Iskenders are known for their political prowess. Come; show me what an Iskender is like in their natural environment.." Aryn issues in an amusing tone.

Tyrius raises a brow towards Hadrix, a cruious look growing as he returns his gaze to Septima. "Is it so that many often wish to capture you?" He'd probably read news articles but had yet to encounter such a situation in her company... Well unless they counted the shuttle ride recently. "Well at any rate." He pats the orante sword he wear at his side at all times.

He's dressed for the occasion as well, long slacks and a light tunic. Nothing fancy but not dressed down, much like her. "You may call my Tyrius by the way. No procedure to follow on this floor tonight."

"Beskar'aruetii." said simply in response to Jarret's inquiry, straightening his lapels and shifting some as he spies the difficulty in Yari's reading. One arm coming up with the cuff of his sleeve drawn back and the holo-chrono on his wrist illuminating his face in soft blue before he answers the Kajimi refugee.

"Kar is well, it's too cold for him to be outside. He's with his nurse." offering her a smile and motioning "I assume the same of your own little one?" his focus remains on Yari now, keeping enough respectful distance so she needn't crane her neck to look up at him. Well not much - she's actually not that much shorter than Hadrix.

Not like all the rest of the space midgets he seems to be ever surrounded by.

Lahni raises her glass to participate in the toast, and takes a sip, before agreeing with a nod of her head. "I think we should," she agrees. "Hadrix is here - but most of the other faces are relatively unfamiliar to me. There was a Mandalorian I haven't seen before - I wonder if he's part of Hadrix's clan, or a different one?" she muses thoughtfully.

Having landed a little bit ago. Yuun makes his way to the beach, he's not dressed for teh beach but he's dressed comfortably. As he gets to the beach, he sees all the lights and the people who are all here. He smiles a little bit, this does warm him a little bit. He walks through waving to a few people he knows, though he does make sure to walk over to where Aryn is, "Hello Aryn." he says to her. He looks around watching the people.

"No I haven't been shot nor kidnapped so this is a good thing." Septima chuckles to that. Then she dips her head to the big Mandalorian and doesn't further interrupt his conversation. She looks to Tyrius and there's a smile, "I was shot when Chandrila first started hosting the new Senate and then Mekil shoved me in the closet on the ship when it got boarded." she admits. "But no, not an all the time thing, Tyrius." she muses.

That gets a grin from Kadi. "We can go greet the Mandalorian contingent, certainly." she agrees. Her gaze goes to the one who is not Hadrix, and her brow arches. "I haven't seen - we should indeed, I think go say hello." She starts that way, moving with purpose, and keeping an eye to make sure she's identified that armour properly. "Jarret," she says. "It's good to see you're still alive. Have you met Lahni?"

Nurse? Yari draws her head back a notch, expression turned to one of concern. The mug in hand grows colder by the minute. Another point indicates HIM, then the mimed rocking, followed by a grimace and clutching of belly. Sick? A headshake answers his return question in what's both sympathy and genuine 'no'. A pat against her own chest, the 'baby' sign, then a fingerpoint redirects focus into the crowd around a nearby cooking fire. Somewhere amid the bodies there is another tall, bearded Kijimi - one Hadrix has yet to meet - but he's the only one in that group of people carrying a fur-blanketed something on his front.

Yari steals a sip of the mulled wine and finally jerks the datapad off her hip long enough to type out:

<He is Kijimi. We are born in the cold>

Might be there's a detectable note of smugness in her small, but pointed smile when the screen is turned to translate her thoughts to Hadrix's eyes.

Tyrius gives a slightly crooked grin as they near the refreshments. "I don't know... sounds a little exciting. Reminds me of the times fighting pirates from out of the Caves back on Drik." He picks up a glass of fruit juice for him and her, offering the glass to her. "Sometimes you need the peace and calm, like tonight. Other times a little melee wouldn't be so bad." He offers a wink before taking a sip of the non-alchohaulic beverage. "The Alderaanians sure do put on a party, yes?"

Jarret is quiet for a moment, looking at Hadrix. << Dush haa'taylir par gar. Gar beskar'gam cuyir jate'shya. >> And then he's quiet again, for Septima has drawn near and thus his attention is now upon the woman. Watching her, now, seemingly intent.

And then there is Qadira. Jarret's attention is forced back to the small redhead, somehow without her conga line of droids and with the Omwati woman in tow. << Hello, >> he says to Kadi, the greeting as foreign coming from his helmet as it is in his own ears. << Qadira. Hello. And I do not. >>

Ban Iskender takes Aryn's arm in a proper manner, giving a short bow of the head and shoulders, turning toward the party at large, "Though I am but a low and crass soldier, I shall strive to do so, Highness," he quips with a small smile as Yuun approaches them. "Master Yuun, fair met."

Lahni smiles at Jarret as Qadira propels them towards the man, a friendly expression on her delicate features. "I am always pleased to make new acquaintances," she remarks. "Hello, Jarret. I am, as Qadira has indicated, Lahni." As ever - the fingers of the Omwati woman's left hand lightly touch her chest as she introduces herself. "You are a friend of Qadira's then? And Hadrix as well?"

"And people wonder why I have so many plants to tend to. They keep me calm." Septima chuckles to that. She takes the glass of juice that is offered with a quiet murmur of thanks to Tyrius. "So you were a soldier prior to becoming a politician?" she asks him after she's taken a sip of her drink. There's a look to the other Mandalorian and a nod to him, but she doesn't interrupt him since he's gotten company now. Instead she focuses the Drik native.

The signal goes out as a flare is fired from the palace high up on the hill behind the party. The flare angles high above the party, alarming at first in presence.

The single flare symbolized a single spark of hope, reminiscent of the ancient war on Alderaan when the Empire sought to capture the planet, only for Alderaan and her allies to fight back. Each battle won was marked by a flare that could be seen from orbit. When one went up; the others followed.

Just so..-- More flares rose up from the mountains around Bastion, arching high into the night sky until Droalder bay was cast in the hue of the bright pinkish-red lights of the hovering flares.

That was when the yacht fired an arrangement of flares, which blossomed into loud fireworks! The show began, but dampners over the party, done through the use of flying droids, kept the concussive bursts to a more reasonable volume as to not disrupt TOO much.

Aryn, before the display began, regarded Yuun after returning Ban's smile. "Yuun! It is good to see you. I apologize for being scarce, recently. I am glad to see you made it to the festival. Have you been here long?"

"Soldier? Hardly... I just happen to be versed in the art of sword play. You know, father always insisted I be taking lessons." Tyrius says as he takes another sip from the glass. "I've always run the Market back on Drik. It's my families position. It's what we've always done. However, I like many others when the First Order came to farm child soldiers, lost everything and hid in the caves. Formed a resistance and waited for our Queen to return to free us. She did, and so I did my duty and served her as she asked. First in local politics and now here with the New Republic." He tilts his head to the side, a show of interstest as he asks Septima, "How about you. You love your plants and animals, I know that much... but why Politics?" He looks up as the fireworks start, a smile coming to his lips.

"Beskar'briikasak, Jarret." a grin and a wink before his attention is back to Yari, "He is well, not sick. By nurse I mean the person who tends him when I am at war or places where he might not do well." head tilting to one side as he studies the datapad again,

"And you may have been born in cold - my boy was born on Nar Shaddaa." chuckling before the explosions in the sky begin, turning slowly to look at them. The detonations aren't right for shells or the like, so no need to take cover or shield Yari. So he simply looks up at the colorful show, brows lifted.

"Hello Ban." he says to the other Initiate, "I Haven't seen you around in a while. You still training with the Order aren't you?" he asks not wanting to broadcast too much even if they are standing with Aryn. The dark skinned Iniate looks to Ban then to Aryn for a moment before looking up into the sky to see the flares as they are fired.

"Nice." he says as he looks from them to the gather ensamble here. It's nice seeing people having fun for a change and not worried about some crises that's happening or being attacked. From the looks of him, it seems like a great weight has shifted from Yuun.

Kadi also inclines her head to Hadrix and Yari, as they are there. There's a friendly smile on her face. "hello. Nice to meet you both as well. I'm Kadi," she says easily. There's no understanding of any different way of talking, not yet. She looks to Lahni, but she did already introduce her, right? She thinks.

"I'm not well versed in the different nobilities of the planets since we don't have that on Chandrila." Septima admits to Tyrius. But it wasn't anything bad. "And the New Republic is lucky to have such level headed people such as yourself, Tyrius." she smiles to that. "And I've always been interested in politics. Always figured it would be where I ended up after the First Order left." she admits. "I do love my plants though." she chuckles as she looks up to the fireworks. "It is nice to not be working though." she states in a quiet tone.

Yari's mouth forms an 'o' of enlightenment when Hadrix clarifies but there isn't time to elaborate because there's a flash in the sky and that jerks her head so fast to the right you'd think it might pop off. Her eyes track its course through the sky and breath catches in her throat. It isn't awe some much as panic, until additional flares appear and none of them has yet to make KABOOMy landfall.

This is meant to be entertainment. More colorful sparks suddenly assault the darkness and the purpose of these fireworks is made crystal clear. They're there to be pretty.

Yari blinks, hard, chasing the blobby orbs of white from her vision until things are restored. And that's when she finds a little woman she doesn't know in their presence, presumably saying things. Lahni she recognizes, so offers a small wave at this point-blank range and chokes down another swallow of this lukewarm wine.

Yari wasn't the only one startled by the initial flares. Galen's dropped his bowl of stirfry and /still/ stares up at the beautiful light display, one hand protectively shielding the baby swaddled there while his heart recovers and feet remember how to move. These are not the spouts of hellfire that razed his home and family to the ground, those seven months ago. These are fireworks. A hesitant smile begins to form and he relaxes enough to seek a /new/ bowl of grub.

Lahni gets a long look, though there is only the roughly t-shaped visor for the woman to look back at. << We are fellow engineers, >> Jarret offers to her by way of reply. << As for Hadrix, we are Mandalorian. >> This, it appears, is all that needs to be said.

"As long as you own property on Drik, you can register for a title." Tyrius informs, "Nobility is not what it used to be. Since the Verrni have ruled, they've lessened the power of the nobility, formed the legislature and high court. Things are ver similiar to a republic now minus the executive." He chuckles, placing a hand on Septima's elbow lightly as he looks up to the fireworks once more. "It is very nice not to be working. Spending all my time locked in commitiee meetings and writing passages to bills. It's... tireing for sure. There is a pause as he looks to Septima, a single brow raising. "What did you do when the First Order took over?" He hopes it wasn't a touchy subject. "And thank you. Though I'm not sure about level headed. Maybe..." He chuckles, "I'm not sure we'd be anywhere without you intellect."

"That would explain the acquaintance then," Lahni remarks, as Jarret explains his familiarity with Qadira. "And... yes. I had noticed the armor. Hadrix has explained to me the meaning behind the colors of his armor - would it be appropriate to inquire about yours?" she asks. "I am always curious to learn more about the traditions of other people.

She smiles towards Yari, greeting the woman with a nod of her head, and a waggle of her fingers - before her gaze is drawn upwards by the flares, and exploding fireworks. She lets out a pleased-sounding melodic trill as she enjoys the display above them.

All looking to the fireworks or another, Hadrix finishes off his flute of drink and rolls the cigarra in his lips, puffing away slowly. "All this talk about of politics and paperwork..." shaking his head a little, "I'm glad that politics, as far as I deal with are inspections or field orders." looking back and down towards Yari, considering her a moment before he looks to Septima and Tyrius, then to Aryn and Ban.

His free hand runs down one side of his suit and he gives a more severe frown - quiet again and considering; arguing with the myriad of thoughts that change the thin calm veneer he's been maintaining to a whirlpool of conflict.

With the firework display underway, Aryn is paged by her Lord father. Asked to join kin back at the palace, Aryn gently squeezes Ban's arm and waves goodbye to Yuun, though he may not have seen her given it was simultaneous to the fireworks going off. Slipping away through the crowd quietly, Aryn leaves behind a spectacular ensemble of bright explosive blossoms of color in the night sky.

Each burst of light is reflected upon the surface of the bay. Flares continue to float high in the sky marking the entire area and keeping it shaded in bright pinkish-red. Smoke trails away from each firework explosion, the start of cooler winds hinting at another storm on the horizon. In the distance, the clouds flash with lightning, but the thunder is lost to the revelry and celebration.

People begin to cheer and clap as the fireworks enter the final stage; a finale of sorts where barrage after barrage is shot into the sky at a cyclic rate. The larger explosions make it past the dampening field, rattling the ground with thunderous bass. The smaller displays fizz and pop, sparkling. The final arrangement was organized to appear as the New Republic phoenix, burning bright orange and white before finally tapering back into the void of the night sky. Cheers along the boardwalk, the distant port, and around the bonfire erupted.

Autumn has officially begun!