The Dark Academy on Korriban

Even though some did not consider anything in the Cantina a party until Private Shim would hit the stage, graduates have already began to gather to end their stay on Korriban on a high note. Black tie may not have been de rigueur, but the spirit of elitism still hung in the air. As it should.

No Happy Hour though.

Zeno had taken care to make sure his armor was cleaned and presentable for wear to a party. As he strolled in, he approached Moyr, "This isn't going to be too stuffy is it? Need to know what I'm getting myself into here." He looks around the room. "Be aware of all the exits." He then gives her a smile.

Sylvain entered the cantina in his finest dress robes and wearing his newly acquired mask. Seeing Moyr and Zeno present he walked over to them in a regal and defined fashion.

In a smooth and charming, yet slightly mechanical voice being relayed through his mask's audio system he asked, "May I join you?"

"It should be a limited affair."

Moyr was dressed in a gorgeous mermaid-like black backless of chiffon and lace. She had just entered - alone - when Zeno approached her, making her impromptu assessment based on what she was seeing.

"I usually don't have a problem in finding an exit."

If Zeno remembered how Moyr disappeared from under Jaina Von's nose during punitive run he would know how true it was.

"A pity Baes didn't make it. Officially MIA on Yavin, you must have heard."

She then looked at approaching Sylvain, smiling with dignified charm. Her brow arched ever so slightly.

"Good to hear you, Sylvain. If Zeno agrees, of course. He was the first to offer me his companionship tonight. Mostly to secure evacuation, but still."

Layne entered; heading straight for the bar to get a drink. No fancy clothes for her; just the functional armor that she'd carried with her on Yavin. Appearances were for suckers; that said, her appearance did seem a little different in attitude. She seemed less overtly hostile somehow.

She didn't feel much like attending the party tonight, but in a way, she considered it the beginning of what it might be like with Vowrawn has her master; parties to attend even if she didn't feel like it.

Dressed in a elegant outfit of a dark orange color that complimented her skin well, Shaisha strode in with a straight back and confidence in her step.

A small wave to the barkeep got her the attention to order a glass of Ziostian White.

"I certainly have no objections," he says, nodding to Sylvain. "It's good to see you both, but that is sad news about Baesal. I had wondered where she had gotten off to, but I guess there's no telling what happened there. It's unfortunate, and I'll miss her company."

"Did you hear anything from her on the final day Moyr?" He asked. "It is unusual for there to be no remains found."

Jun-Tsu wasn't much for social gatherings, even after months of classes and exams and recreation. Still, there was a certain sentimentality to one's final day, especially when she wondered if she would ever set foot on Korriban again, or see any of those she'd met over her time here. Plus, she wasn't set to leave until tomorrow and it was either come here and while away the last hours of the day with others or sit quietly in her room or in the library doing little more than meditating and reading the hours away. Something she had done plenty of.

So, she entered in her usual conservative garb, veil donned again now that they were out of the jungles of Yavin and back to the civility of Korriban. She approached the bar and ordered a drink.

One of the last things Kristal wanted right now was to be noticed. Which, with everyone attending the Cantina seemed the proper time to do so. Getting lost among a crowd of people seemed like a great idea. Especially when it allowed her to get up to the bar and have them give her something strong, really really strong.

Where all the others might be showing off their best attire, Kristal was wearing much of the same as she always did. Good wear for a casual day on Korriban. Having at, some point, tied the sleeve of her left arm at the elbow.

As she waited for her drink, Jun-Tsu scanned the cantina, eyes falling on Kristal. She had never spoken with the woman, knew her only through passes in the halls, and yet, she felt that she knew her quite well. Sylvain's trance had shown her face many times. It brought a small smirk to the witches face, as she returned to the bar to claim her drink.

This was it then. The graduating class. Jo'ren stood in the entrance to the room, his armour and cloak now familiar to those who knew him. He was Sith now, which made things a lot easier on the serving staff, who could never quite get sith and Sith sorted out to their own satisfaction (he had felt their frustration through the force).

He remembered seeing the thoughts of Magara-sha. Celebrating with Gerry and Xevine. Reading his messages from Thy. Layne's revelation about Gerry. All of that and more. Yet he had rarely come to the sixes, given the amount of time they had been on Korriban. The memories swirled together, and he returned his focus to the present.

Given the choice between a large crowd and standing at the bar, he went for the bar. "Pint of whatever's good." As it turned out he found himself next to Kristal Serasai. The big man nodded to her.

"Evening Kristal."

The resident Pureblood Seer entered the cantina, barely holding back a smirk in her gown. Looking around, she waved to everyone before moving towards Shaisha. "Hello there. You look nice."

Many people, many faces, Jun-Tsu's smile just faded into the mess of all the others for Kristal. Drink in hand, now that was something that kept her attention. Much like a properly large Sith finding himself a spot beside her, even saying her name. It took her a moment to recognize him over the clashing of all the thoughts, but she did soon enough.

"Evening, Jo'ren."

He watched her for a moment. There was still an inner strength, a disciplined core. Losing most of an arm had not robbed her of that. Given she was Darth Marr's pick he didn't think she'd be long without a replacement.

"Been a long time since that fancy party. I had the feeling you'd do well for yourself though." His beer arrived and he raised the glass to her. "Our Masters may not care much for each other, but you and I have a lot to offer the Empire. Here's to the future."

"As do you," she replied in a smirk that mirrored the other pureblood.

For someone as short as her, she sure could give the impression of being much taller than she was. "Congratulations are in order for you, and everyone else, it seems."

"With you among the top of the list Sith Vreysk." The name rolled off her tongue as she gestured to the bartender for a similar round of wine.

"And thank you. I can say I try to impress, but... don't we all like to play dress up now and then." She smirked to the other woman. "Let me ask the questions that everyone is asking today... plans?"

She would have preferred celebrating by hunting down a beast and chopping into itty little bits with her shoto . . . but no, Sith were supposedly more refined than that. So here she was without her favourite heavy duster, replaced with proper robes for tonight, and had even left her blaster carbine behind in her room.

She allowed herself the rare luxury of an Order 66.

There was certainly some semblance of those qualities of hers back. It wasn't easy finding even this much of it again. Still, drinking to something was better.

With a raised glass to partner his, "To the Future. May it see a better Empire."

"It feels like it has been far longer. A shame we hadn't a chance till now."

"Tied for second," she admitted with some mixture of irritation and resignation. "I guess my plans are still up in the air, it depends on how much Darth Vowrawn expects of me as his apprentice. If I will be attending endless parties like this one, or spelunking into ancient tombs. And yourself? Who has chosen you as their apprentice?"

His eyes met hers and he nodded, more seriously. "I'll drink to all of that." Taking a sip he then added. "Well, the force works in mysterious ways. Sometimes you just have to take the opportunity that's given."

Spotting his favourite Rodian Jo'ren waved a hand in Grenda's direction before returning to focus on Kristal, noting the look in her eyes.

"Are you leaving tonight or sticking around for a few more days before your assignment begins?"

"Darth Marr might not forgive me if he found me divulging such information to an agent of a rival," she said with a cool inflection to her tone. That it was clearly not classified information meant it could only be a tease. And, in order to best fit the mood, took a proper drink.

Jo'ren kept a straight face. "It would be unfortunate to be tortured on your first day at work." He raised an eyebrow and smiled, matching her drinking. "I'm flattered you already think of me as a rival. At least we're doing this now Kristal, would have been a shame to part ways without a proper conversation."

He looked around and then leaned in conspiratorially. "I'm leaving for Yavin IV in the morning. Try not to divulge that to anyone."

"A shame indeed," She said, holding her glass close to her lips. Though the smile that came next placed her next drink on hold.

"Miss Yavin IV already? I would be careful with your secrets Jo'ren, I am not much of a liar."

"Mhm, you have plenty of time to become the most eligible female of the Empire through extortion, charm and murdering your opposition. Oh, and fashion sense." She took a sip of her wine, and closed her eyes, savoring the taste. Civilization. "I have petitioned Darth Arya... I am hoping to become her apprentice. I was hoping for Darth Xavin, but his alliance with Darth Thanatos complicates things. Like politics always does."