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IC-
Seff Estate, Alderaan
In the barge hangar of Cane Seff’s estate, servants, mechanics, and other employees scrambled to put the finishing touches on Cane’s sail barge, the Stardream. The massive sail barge was being prepared for another one of Cane’s famous cruises around scenic Alderaan; the kitchens were being stocked with the finest ingredients, top bands were being hired, and of course the invitations were being sent. With the emergence of the Republic into the greater universe, Cane could now afford to invite people from other nations. The experience would surely be interesting.

The invitations were sent out a week before the voyage, bearing the following message:

Greetings!
I am Cane Seff, founder, owner ,and head of Unitek Technologies. I invite you to spend a week on a cruise across scenic Alderaan on my personal luxury sail barge, the Stardream. While we cruise across the planet, you can enjoy all the luxuries the Stardream has to offer, including some of the best bands available, fine food and drink, and quarters that are the envy of Senators! If you decide to join, please be a Seff Estate one week from now, ready for luxury!
[coordinates attached]
* * *
In the Temple of Asha on Coruscant, two men were in a discussion. Jirat Telure, Warrior of the Order of the Basilisk, was discussing the idea of attending Seff’s cruise with Maser Hadra. “Master, I do not see why I must waste my time with this rich fool when I could be training.” “Jirat, you must learn to see everything as connected. Seff is a rich man, and he is inviting people from other nations. This is a good opportunity to learn something of the people we will be interacting with for the rest of the Order’s existence. Also, why pass up a chance to spend a week in luxury?” Jirat smiled. “Well, I suppose I could make this sacrifice for the Order.” Hadra grinned and nodded. “Good. And take your apprentice with you. Tana knows how to blend in.” “Yes, Master.”
* * *
One Week Later
Seff Estate, Alderaan
Jirat and Tana stepped off their Scimitar-class star courier, dressed in plain Order robes with their lightsabers tucked away. At the foot of the ramp was a protocol droid. “Hello, sir and madam,” it began. “I am C-6, and I welcome you to Seff Estate. If you will follow me, please, the passengers are meeting in the Great Hall before boarding the barge.” As the droid began walking off towards the largest building on the estate, Jirat and Tana followed.

Jedi Knight Feto Compo, had been sent on this foolish errend for the simple purpose of research. The Jedi Order wished to learn about other peoples of the galaxy who they may meet in the future.
So it was that Feto approached the Co-ordinates in his Starfighter. He Jumped out and walked towards the Ramp. Holding his Jedi Robes close around him, his Lightsabers hidden away, at least for now as he approached the ramp.

OOC-I meant the ramp of my starship, for the record

IC-As Compo jumped touched the ground, a protocol droid walked over. "Greetings, sir. I am C-8, and I welcome you to Seff Estate. If you will follow me, please, the passengers are meeting in the Great Hall before boarding the barge"

OOC: Whoops, my bad, sorry, thought you meant the ramp of the big liner thingy

IC:

"Of course" Feto replied following the Protocol droid

The droid led him into a large room, clearly the heart of the building, with a large open area in the center and tables, couches, and chairs around it. On one side, sat a larger chair, almost a throne but not quite. Seated in various areas were mostly humans, but also a few Twileks and some Duros. The throne/chair was empty.
* * *
Jirat and Tana sensed the newcomer as he entered the room. "Force-user, all right." remarked Jirat. "Interesting. Wonder what he's doing here?"

Feto was able to sense other Force users as soon as he landed, it was only as he entered the room that he sighted the users.

The Alversian Transport, ACS Decron, exited from Hyperwarp just outside of orbit, gently drifting into the atmosphere of the planet. It was not long before the cargo intended was dropped off on the surface. The ship, a Philosopher-Class ship had not meant to stop here initially but it's original destination, the Xiscapian Cholk System, had had to be put aside when an Alversian Naval Heavy Cruiser had effectively 'flagged them down' and handed over this cargo for this planet. The ship was too busy itself to detour but it seemed that the Decron was not on such an important mission. The Captain shrugged nonchantly, his Company could protest to Naval Headquarters when he returned and, from there, this mess could be sorted out.

The two beings who had been beamed to the Surface stood out in their Uniforms, the dark maroon tunic of the People's Navy was evident as where the pair. Both seemed human, aside that one was considerably smaller than the other and had the slitted yellow eyes of a fox. She held a katana at her side while her Companion had only his blaster and a combat knife.
The Male stepped up to one of the Local Servants, impressed with the Barge,
"Excuse me," He asked, "I am Captain Tate of the Alversian People's Navy and this is Captain Sasha. May I ask if this is Cane Seff's Barge?"

Zimo C Marrowbriar was one of the many halfings in his profession as cooperate representatives, He had arrived several moments ago in to the same hall every one else was at, his slender form was emphasized by the light around him, his blue hair was well kept and semi long, his tail swayed behind him as he walked towards every one, his soft blue eyes peering out in to the distance, he had a mundane look on his face, one of plainness, he had not gotten much sleep the night before preparing reports and packing for this trip, a sleep deprived Zimo was not a happy zimo. He was usually very giddy, outgoing and almost child like, how ever for now in this new environment he thought he’d keep those impulses under wraps, he spotted Senator Gerard Martinez already heading towards a group of people.

He cocked his head at the fact that a Terran Senator was on this cruise. He did not realize dignitaries had been coming. Curiously he picked up the pace walking faster.

Gerard was speaking out coming to a stop a bout a foot away from every one.

“Hello” He said in a soft diplomatic voice.

“My name is Senator Gerard Martinez from the United Terran Federation its nice to meet you all”.. He smiled just as Zimo came up behind him. Zimos eyes almost lit up as he spoke to every one the Senator had just introduced himself to. Zimo spoke out in a soft gentle voice his hands running through his own hair adjusting it.

“Hello every one and Hello Senator “

Gerard raised an eyebrow and responded. “Do I know you?” in a friendly perplexed tone.

Zimo smiled baring a fang he said with a slight nod looking to him and then back to every one he crossed his arms around himself and spoke out.

“Yes I think you do We met at the Langley city press meeting back on Tyrian, I represent Epsilon Omega cooperation, deals division. I am here under an invitation I received in the holo mail”

Gerard had his memory jogged he said with a laugh.

“Ohhh yeah I remember what a three ring circus that thing was, its nice to see you again.”

They both then turned over to the crowd they where speaking to, Zimo spoke out first before Gerard could get a word in.

“Do tell me what nations you are form?”

Zimo said in a soft friendly and semi giddy voice a smile still plastered on his smooth black face his blue hair covering one eye.

The Male stepped up to one of the Local Servants, impressed with the Barge,
"Excuse me," He asked, "I am Captain Tate of the Alversian People's Navy and this is Captain Sasha. May I ask if this is Cane Seff's Barge?"

Suprised by the sudden appearance of two strangers (my nation has not seen transporter tech yet) the servants pointed in the direction of the Grand Hall. A protocol droid was sent and guided them to the Hall.

Zimo C Marrowbriar was one of the many halfings in his profession as cooperate representatives, He had arrived several moments ago in to the same hall every one else was at, his slender form was emphasized by the light around him, his blue hair was well kept and semi long, his tail swayed behind him as he walked towards every one, his soft blue eyes peering out in to the distance, he had a mundane look on his face, one of plainness, he had not gotten much sleep the night before preparing reports and packing for this trip, a sleep deprived Zimo was not a happy zimo. He was usually very giddy, outgoing and almost child like, how ever for now in this new environment he thought he’d keep those impulses under wraps, he spotted Senator Gerard Martinez already heading towards a group of people.

He cocked his head at the fact that a Terran Senator was on this cruise. He did not realize dignitaries had been coming. Curiously he picked up the pace walking faster.

Gerard was speaking out coming to a stop a bout a foot away from every one.

“Hello” He said in a soft diplomatic voice.

“My name is Senator Gerard Martinez from the United Terran Federation its nice to meet you all”.. He smiled just as Zimo came up behind him. Zimos eyes almost lit up as he spoke to every one the Senator had just introduced himself to. Zimo spoke out in a soft gentle voice his hands running through his own hair adjusting it.

“Hello every one and Hello Senator “

Gerard raised an eyebrow and responded. “Do I know you?” in a friendly perplexed tone.

Zimo smiled baring a fang he said with a slight nod looking to him and then back to every one he crossed his arms around himself and spoke out.

“Yes I think you do We met at the Langley city press meeting back on Tyrian, I represent Epsilon Omega cooperation, deals division. I am here under an invitation I received in the holo mail”

Gerard had his memory jogged he said with a laugh.

“Ohhh yeah I remember what a three ring circus that thing was, its nice to see you again.”

They both then turned over to the crowd they where speaking to, Zimo spoke out first before Gerard could get a word in.

“Do tell me what nations you are form?”

Zimo said in a soft friendly and semi giddy voice a smile still plastered on his smooth black face his blue hair covering one eye.

The various guests gave their introductions and home planets. A protocol droid, clad in silver skin, entered. "Attention guests," he began as Captains Tate and Sasha were ushered in, "Cane Seff will be here momentarily; a small delay occurred while he was out on business. In the meantime, please feel free to introduce yourselves to the other guests."

Tate and Sasha followed the protocol droid, noting how their beaming down had caused some form of surprise to these people. Obviously, while they had the means to reach out in the Universe, they had not yet developed the more highly advanced forms of technology such as beaming technology or, judging from the Droid that had been sent to greet them, advanced cybernetic technology. However, that thought was soon pushed out of visiting Alversians minds. They weren't here to scout out this Nation's technology level, nor to make pre-emptive judgements on a nation they had never interacted with before. They were here to act as Representitives for the Alversian People's Army and to meet with new Races that could open up new trade routes and perhaps even new Alliances. Such things were in the future though, they were also here, on the personal Mandate of the Grand Admiral herself, to relax and enjoy themselves in the lap of luxury and both Officers certainly deserved it, though for different reasons.

They headed into a room where a curious Being seemed to be asking the nationality of each person there and thanked the Droid for his help. They did not know of any Android Rights on this planet but, as they would on Alversia, they thought it best to act as Civil as possible.

Sasha looked to the Diplomat curiously, wondering what he was so enthusiastic about. She was looking forward to this trip as well. She had been sent, rather forcefully, by the Grand Admiral, a personal friend, who had insisted she take the time off and enjoy herself. She had been asked to do so, and so she guessed she would. From what she had gathered, Captain Tate had been sent to both protect her and take time off after the destruction of his own ship. She supposed she would enjoy herself after all.
She took her first look at the barge and whistled beneath her breath, it was an impressive feat indeed. Yes, she was going to enjoy herself.

'Thank you, Ashe.'

She turned to Zeno and she almost bowed, however, her new Alversian identity stopped that dead. She smiled instead and offered a hand,
"Captain Sasha," She smiled, revealling humanoid teeth where there should have been canines.

OOC-for those of you who have not posted yet simply skip the arrival and post as being on the barge

IC-The golden droid reappeared. "Guests, it is my honor to present Cane Seff!" As the droid moved to the side a human, dressed in unassuming yet obviously expensive robes walked forward. "Welcome to Seff Estate, my friends! I hope you enjoy the experience, and without further ado, I invite you to climb aboard!" With that, Cane was walking up the gangplank onto the Stardream, followed by the various guests. Jirat and Tana stayed at the back. "See if you can find out anything about the other Force-user," Jirat whispered. "OK, Jirat. Don't get too lazy. Who knows what will happen on this cruise?"



Picture of Cane Seff: http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/f/f5/Valorum_negtc.jpg

Picture of Jirat Telure: http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/3/34/Qui-Gon_negtc.jpg

Picture of Tana: http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/a/a3/Alema_Rar.jpg

Ilyana leaned against a wall, waiting quietly. She had not mingled with the other guests not out of dislike of them, but out of simply preferring to observe them a bit before heading into the ship and mingling. For all intents and purposes, she was trying to be a bit of a ghost.

Any who looked at Ilyana would see only what appeared to be a normal elf, even if her skin had a strange red tint. Any scans of her for magic, force abilities, or the like would show her to be perfectly mundane; one of the few Blood Elves to be born without any magical ability at all. Her jeans, t-shirt, and black leather jacket did even less to make her stand out, though the walking boots were slightly unusual. If it wasn't for the jewelled dagger on one hip, one might not even give her a second look. Few people would know that she was the head of the central arcane library in Silvermoon, as well as one of the foremost authorities on magical theory on Azeroth.

She smiled as they were invited on board, moving past Risky Smith without even noticing his existence. She quickly ascended the ramp, already thinking of what fun this voyage would be.

As the last of the guests boarded, the barge lifted off the ground and pulled out of the hangar. It flew at a leisurely pace across the Alderaan plains. As the barge travelled, passengers looking out the expansive windows could see for miles and in the distance they could see several large mounds. "Killik dwellings." explained Seff to the people around him, as he pointed to the mounds. "The Killiks were here when the planet was discovered, and they've been living out here since then. We let them lives their lives, and they pretty much ignore us."

Jirat sat on a mound of a pillows, sipping a very good drink. Whoever Seff's mixer was, he was good. Tana sat down next to him. "Force-user's name is Feto Compo, from the Jedi Order. I couldn't find out much more without asking him directly." Jirat took another sip. "That's good enough for now. We have a week. Go ahead and enjoy yourself."

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Ricky Evans, A major in the Empire of The Wolf Marine Corps was leaning against the wall of the sail barge watching the various guests wander about the barge. So far he had no interest in conversing with the other guests ont he barge. He meerly just stood at the corner witha drink of some local ale he had picked up when he had entered. Swishing his tail from side to side to flick away a small insect that had been trying to land on his leg. The fly looking thing buzzed away in the direction of the other guests.

The dingo just lay up against the wall rolling the sleves of his unifrom up. He had to admit, the marine corps off-duty unifrom wasn't the best choice of clothing for such hot weather. The unifrom consisted of a jet black combat shirt and an equally as balck jacket to go with it. Also the black and white combats wern't the best clothing for the weather either, the heat also made his combat boots rather heavy as well. Frankly so far he wasn't enjoying it all that much but he decided that once the barge was on the move it would cool down quite a bit.