(OOC: Name is after the late and great Tu Kurons ship,)

Corran sat in light batha hide clothing, inside the cruising Tukoshi's mess hall, Zylas and Tyron danced a wild dance of flips and lifts, Corran lost track, the entire crew of the sat huddled around laughing and drinking, a damn good time, outside several ships including the whole of Corrans fleet, held a massive ball

(OOC: Ok people i noticed all of our RPs are about "DEATH DIEING DOOM" That sort of cheery thing, so i thought we needed something to lighten up the world, so no crashing the party, fighting, keep it happy, attend the gathering or the ball onboard on of the other ships, keep it happy)

Caredetru adjusted the lapell of his suit, before returning the hand to the bare shoulder of Tressa. He walked inbetween his wife - clad in an impecably exorbatant looking midnight-green gown, with a black leather girdle around her waist - and Irith - also wearing a dark green dress, but one that wasn't quite as revealing - as a spot of black in all of the flagrantly bright colors. And black he was. The suit he wore was exactly opposite of his complexion. Caredetru's hair seemingly disapeared within his coat, shirt, tie, shoes, and top hat, as they were all the same hue as the space outside the ship's portholes
"I'm still not exactly comfortable with this." Tressa leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"So we fudged our names a bit to get in," Caredetru answered, before breaking off from the women. He clasped a nearby man by the shoulders, and excitedly yelled:
"Hey! How good to see you here!"
The man returned the broad grin and spoke as if to a very old freind. "Oh, yes, it has been such a long time."
"Too long. This is a great shindig we got here, and - oh look at how grown up your daughter is!" Caredetru motioned to the tall, callow woman upon the old man's elbow.
"Oh, no, this is my wife."
"Ah, I see." Caredetru winked at the wrinkled face. "It is very nice to meet you, madaame." He took her free hand, and placed a kiss upon it's backside. Then, turning back to the male, he spoke a few last words. "We have got to go fishing sometime."
"I couldn't agree more, we have missed out on many opprotunities."
"Yeah, well, it was great to see you again." With that, Caredetru returned to his private party.
"Who the hell was that?" Tressa inquired under her breath. Caredetru shrugged, with a dumbfounded, twisted expression.
"You just have to be confident, and no one will ask any questions. And if anyone does, you're the Queen's cousin and I'm the Goalie for the Rancors."
"But I am the Queen's cousin. And you are the goalie for the Rancors."
"Then we should be here anyway. Stop worrying, and let's dance." As Caredetru led Tressa to the floor, she expressed one last bit of concern.
"Poor Helix, though. I just hope he and Jano aren't too upset when they see that we took their place on the guest list."

(OOC: lol. If Helix happens to join this RPG he's gona be pissed! XD)

Duvnar completed an average of three bounties a day, usually small time. One of them was a rich man on Naboo who owned a business that was incharge in helping the planets wild life and enviroment. Although he had recently moved in on Gungan territory and a friend of the Gungans put a price on his head. When Duvnar killed the man he found an letter in his pocket. It was for a party where he was to bring two guest, no details as to who they were.

After Duvnar got his money he went to the party with Ejii and Gwazi. They decided to wear nothing special, to expensive and uncomfterable for their taste. Duvnar went up to the bar for some Ale. Gwazi found another boy his age who has bored out of his skull because his parents dragged him along. They two decided to play tag and ran around the place. Gwazi bumped into a waiter during this and kept running while he fell and a bunch of food and drinks spilt on someone in the dance floor. She screamed and left in a rage.

(OOC: For those who don't know Gwazi is now ten years old).

Ejii decided that there was nothing that good to do here so she sat next to Duvnar and also orderd a ale. When they saw Gwazi cause that mess they just laughed under their breath.

Caredetru was quite startled when the food hit the floor. He was quite enthralled in his and Tressa's dance, and the sudden clamour broke his concentration. Breaking away from his wife, he said: "Hold on, I'll take care of this." On his purposeful stroll he passed an extremely exhilarated Irith slowly walzing with the extraordinarily dull and bored looking youth Caredetru had paired her with.
When he came upon the scene of the accident, he loomed over the child. A firm hand reached out and gripped the boy by the shoulder, and it's owner chided him quietly. "Hey, kid, could you tone it down? There are some people trying to have a nice evening here. So how's about you go and grab your daddy for me so we can have a bit of a chat, eh?" Caredetru patted the boy upon the back, a signal to get moving. As he attempted to crack his knuckles - which doesn't work, for lack of bone - he mumbled softly: "And maybe he can get you in some damned respectable clothes. What a hethen to bring to a ball of this sort."
Something about the youth's bright, rusted hair almost struck Caredetru as familiar.

Duvnar saw a man approach his son and got close in time to see Cared try to crack his knuckles and tell his son to wear respectable clothes. He then said "I wouldn't speak that way to my son if I were you. Unless if you want him to shoot you in rib cage and for me to slice your head off with my sword... Why don't you change your tone before you make things worse?".

Gwazi just watched at Duvnar stepping in and grinned, no one talked to him like that and got away with it. During the commotion Ejii watched the commotion and wanted to see where this would lead to.

Edit: (OOC: Back in the other RPG I just read that you want us to still know each other from Combine so just consider what Duvnar said some kind of aggresive but friendly (for him anyways) greeting).

Caredetru stared at the Gand aproaching. Due to the inflection of subtle familiarity buried beneath a vulgar threat, Caredetru was able to recognise his old freind. Now he saw a similarity. Such a disrespectful, ubtrusive, contentous and obstreperous child could only be reared in one household. Yet still, Caredetru rhetoriacaly reassured himself. "Duvnar Magnum, this hoodlum is yours? I should have known. There's no one else I know who could let their son run amuk like this." And at that point the joking tone in Caredetru's words dropped away, and he moved in closer to Duvnar. He spoke quietly, for he didn't wish to upset any of the other patrons.
"But seriously, Duvnar, this is supposed to be a classy event. I mean, I'm here 'cause Irith has always wanted to see a big, illustrious party like this. I want this to be a special night for her. So maybe you could keep Gwazi on a leash for a couple hours?"

But Irith had left the suitor Caredetru had selected, and aproached Gwazi confidently. "Do you want to dance?" She inquired loudly.
Noticing the proposition, Caredetru scowled at her. "Irith, you were already dancing. What happened? Where's Sergei?"
"Sergei was boring. Gwazi's more fun. And besides, you told me never to trust rich fucking CEO snobs 'cause they'll steal the shirt off your back and won't nobody ever come and help you." Caredetru's eyes widened, and his cheeks began to flush when Irith quoted him so loudly. The girl had no discretion.
"Irith, we will talk in just a minute. Now go dance with Sergei." The words came harshly through clenched teeth. Caredetru turned back to Duvnar. "Look, I'd let the kids dance, but if you've taught that boy anything, then he'll grab her ass in the first three minutes."

Duvnar laughed at what Cared said and replied "Gwazi lives on the street, and fights everyday for survival just like I do. But if there was anything I taught him that didn't involve fighting it was to be a gentlemen. Although that probably isn't much coming from me".

Gwazi heard Irith's request but decided he better wait until Cared and Duvnar had settled the argument. He knew how violent Duvnar could get and was told how Violent Cared could get.

Caredetru looked at Irith's entreating face. "Fine," He gave in, "You two go dance, but Gwazi, you look at me. Try anything and I'll throw you in the nearest garbage compactor."
Irith took Gwazi by the arm and pulled him away. Caredetru sighed.
"Well, Duvnar, that's just it. You know how hard I try to get money for my family. I don't want Irith to have to fight for survival. She did that for four years before I found her, and, that's just not the life that... Well, she deserves better. But force damn, opporotunities are so hard to come by. Hockey doesn't pay enough at all, and then there's the smuggling and the mercenary work. But that's just too dangerous, and the contracts are so few and far between.
But maybe I'm just looking opporotunities over. You know, sometimes I think that I am too young to have a family."

"Your doing just fine with your family. Much better than I am. Besides your living well, and by the time Irith get's to start her own life I have a feeling you'll be rich enough to buy your own planet for her to live on if you wanted to. If Gwazi was to leave in ten years the best I could give him was a runned down ship and a blaster pistol".

Duvnar looked to see Irith and Gwazi dancing, he was glad his son was happy.

(OOC: I would like to make a scene where that snobby kid you set Irith with steps in but I'll need your permission to do it).

Ejii sat by the bar drinking and watched what seemed like to become a full blown fight turn into two fathers worried about their kids. She wished her brother Alistair was with them right now, but she hadn't seen him for years now.

(ooc- go ahead. Maybe he'll say something stupid and Irith will lose her temper...)

Caredetru's gaze dropped, and no longer met Duvnar's. How myopic could he be? He sat thare in apathy over his barely adequate home, and his dwindling savings, and never had he stopped to think about the fact that Duvnar didn't even have a home. Duvnar didn't have a savings acount to send his child to an academy, nor could he even provide a classroom education. There had to be a way to help. But for now, he needed to return to his wife.
"Well, Duvnar, I'll see you later, I've kept the old lady waiting too long now. You and that chick you were with at the bar should dance a bit. You won't believe how much a good walz will boost you chances." Caredetru winked, and gave a sly, venomous grin before he left the Gand.