Fourth of February, 1999
Chanti's view of Shara & Jolan's wedding!

Off Duty Level

        This is probably the most relaxed of all the rooms in the station. 
The haven, if you will, for the crew members. Most anyone in this area 
is not on duty so is more relaxed. Still, the ominous black faces of NavSec 
Troopers loom the hallway here, keeping the crew members in line. Along 
the walls are pictures of battle, and of famous Imperials such as Grand 
Moff Tarkin, and his Highness Emperor Palpatine. These are to boost 
morale of the crewmen. This hall way extends for awhile down the length 
of the station, but branches off into the lounge and into the officer's 
quarters. One may note that this is also the most quiet rooms of the 
station. As with the other spaces on board automatic security lasers 
and sensors guard silently from above.

There is a bank terminal here. +b/help for help.
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Art Exhibit
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <F>ore leads to Lounge.
 <S>tarboard leads to Officer's Quarters.
 <P>ort leads to Turbolift.

The doors on elevator close as it moves to a different level. According 
to the touch screen next to the door, Central Hub is its present destination.
An elevator bell rings as the doors swing open.

Jolan comes in from the turbolift.
Jolan has arrived.
Jolan:
The young man standing proudly before you, looks to be about 23 years 
of age. His brown hair is of medium length, neatly trimmed, and it is 
combed back in an attractive way. His face is almost boylike, with 
subtle, and gentle features which unusually, are not ruined, but 
enhanced by the smallish scar on his face; that is cutting down vertically 
across his right eye. The scar doesn't seem to have healed very well, and 
looks as if it was done by an amateur, or Jolan himself. His face is clean 
shaven, with no remenants of facial hair. As you peer into his bluish green 
eyes, you are flooded with emotions, and they shimmer a light tint of green 
as your gaze strengthens...

He is wearing a dark black turtleneck which is tight enough to show off 
his well defined muscles, and they have a pair of gold pilots wings that 
are resting on his left breast. His linen pants are cut well, but are still 
snug, and taper off nicely to his leather shoes. His belt is polished 
leather, and the buckle is made of solid gold with a pair of Lt's pips 
emblazoned into the buckle itself. His gentleman-like stature holds to 
his person with his confident movements, and his regal manner.
                  -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Academy Ring <worn>

Chantinelle sits on her hoverchair looking out into the endless space.

Jolan steps out of the lift, not really paying attention to his surroundings, 
and sets his overnight bag down near the entrance to the lounge. He 
yawns deeply and cracks his neck gently as he walks up to the windows, 
and takes a look out then softly, looking like he's remembering being at 
this window countless times. "Beautiful isn't it Countess?"

Chantinelle hms and shakes softly as she is surprised by the voice. She 
turns her head around to look who is watching since not being used to her 
hoverchair already. As she sees the Lt. com she blushes and nods slightly, 
"Yes it is, but no countess."

Jolan looks over with his soft eyes, and smiles gently, "Elegance is never 
lost. Titles may come and go, but the person who carried the title will live 
on." He runs his hand through his chair, and leans gently against the 
window, glancing out at the Diamond Formation of TIE Interceptors that 
fly by; and a small smile cracks as he seems to recognize who those pilots are.

The doors on elevator close as it moves to a different level. According to 
the touch screen next to the door, Central Hub is its present destination.

Chantinelle hms and turns her head back to the window, sighing deeply 
but she nods slightly with her chin, keeping quiet. As she sees the Ties 
as well she doesn't get a smile on her lips but only thinks that she might 
miss this all. Suddenly she raises her chin again at looks at the man, "And 
how are you feeling, Sir?"

Jolan smiles, "Tired, and very nervous right now. I finally know what people
 mean by cold feet just before a wedding." He yawns slightly again, "Too 
many things are being asked of me by Naval High Command lately, and I 
don't know where I'm going to end up next. It's like I'm a one-man squadron 
on call. I just hope my medals actually come sometime soon; they always seem
to get caught up in beaurocracy around NHC...."

Chantinelle smirks and nods slightly, "Well I am sure the wedding will be fine!"
 she says softly and for the first time gets a week smile on her lips. "You know 
this will be the most wonderful day of your life!"

Jolan smiles, "I know, I just wish i had your confidence. I'm more worried about
all the high ranking officials that will be here. I haven't seen Moff Adlerson in 
years, but love only comes along once in a person's life." He loses his smile, and 
looks out the window, with a small tear forming in his eye, and speaks very 
softly, "Or twice...."

Chantinelle hms and doesn't ask, but she raise sher remaining left hand to squezze 
yours comforting, "I am sure everyhting will be fine and you will stay with you 
love for ever!"

Jolan looks over at you gently, like a scared little boy, "I'm sure it will...." He 
squeezes yours gently, but still rather softly as if he doesn't really have the 
strength to hold it any stronger; and he sighs gently, "And we have all the time in 
the galaxy."

Chantinelle shrugs and releases your hand, she sighs again and wonders whether 
she will ever stand at such a decision to get married. She looks up at the officer and 
asks softly, "So Moff Adlerson will come, who else?"

Jolan smiles, "Unfortunately, Vice Admiral Rastus cannot make it, but 
Commodore Wolf is my best man. Captain Neilan will be here; along with 
Vice Director Pantek. Although this is an open ceremony, and I hope anyone 
will join us. I don't have my well-founded connections in the Empire...although 
I wish I did."

Chantinelle oohs and looks surprised, "You call this not well-founded 
connections?" she asks but sighs as looking down at herself, "Well Sir I 
think you must excuse my dressing.. but I dont have anything else fitting 
left." she sighs.

Jolan nods, and sets his hand gently on yours, "I'm sorry about what happened, 
but you're still just as beautiful as you were when I last saw you." He smiles 
slightly at you, "More like excuse my civilian attire here, I look most unpresentable..."

Chantinelle hmmpfts and instead of being pleased by the compliment she only 
shrugs with her left arm and looks up at you, "I doubt this somehow!" she says 
slightly angered.

Jolan leans down, and looks into your eyes, "People learn many things by 
travelling the Galaxy, and you still are. I knwo what and where true beauty lies in 
people. You're kind, loving, sensetive, intelligent, and you have a beautiful smile, 
which makes your eyes sparkle lightly, I do know what beauty is....so please don't 
argue with me..." He smiles slightly at you, looking gently at you.

Chantinelle hmms and siighs, "Well somehow I couldn't convince the HC with 
my charme as much as I did to you!." she removes her hand from yours and 
looks asking at you, "Where is your love? dont you spend the time now with 
her instead with some traitor.

An elevator bell rings as the doors swing open.
Fife comes in from the turbolift.
Fife has arrived.

Chantinelle sits on her hoverchair before the window, beside Jolan.

The doors on elevator close as it moves to a different level. According to the 
touch screen next to the door, Central Hub is its present destination.

Jolan smiles, "I don't know where she is, although I hope she arrives sometime 
soon. I'm rather worried right now....and don't speak to me of traitors Countess, 
I spent a lot of time with Commander Javert and Melnick, who were branded as 
Traitors....they were still very good mentors of mine...."

Fife steps off the turbolift and into the main hall. The lights from behind 
the turbolift cast an odd glow over Fife's body, and his hair is ruffled as 
the turbolift speeds up. Fife looks tired, worn, and his eyes are reddened. 
Probably from some emotional distress. He moves off towards the Lounge, 
glancing around at all the decorations about, and something clicks in his 
head. Visibly, he stops, looks around for a moment, and smiles. He 
straightens his uniform. Obviously, this master of the obvious detects 
a wedding. He sighs, realizing he's forgotten a gift, and marches glumly 
through the Offduty level.

Jolan checks his Chrono, "WOAH! I should get dressed for the wedding 
here." He bows gently before Chantinelle, "Excuse my m'lady, I do hope 
you will attend the wedding though...." He grabs his overnight bag 
hastily, and starts to walk towards the officers quarters.

Chantinelle nods only to Jolan and smiles, "I will see You Officer."

Jolan heads into the officer's quarters.
Jolan has left.

Fife sighs, eyes still tear stained, as he moves through the deck. He 
stops, glancing over at Chantinelle, "Oh, hello ma'am." he says, the 
woman he met very briefly at the big galla on Caspar. He smiles slightly, 
moving over to the woman and sitting next to her. "We were never 
introduced... my name is Garret Fife." he says, smiling slightly, and 
extending his hand to her.

An elevator bell rings as the doors swing open.
Ken comes in from the turbolift.
Ken has arrived.
Ken:
         A young man in his early twenties. He has red hair 
and deep blue eyes. He walks in a militant stride and 
speaks in a clear voice that seem to carry far. He wears 
a oliver green tunic and a pair of oliver green pants. He 
wears a oliver green cap on his head with one silver pip. 
He wear a pair of black glove on his hands and a pair 
of black boots on his feet. The following badge shows 
on his tunic:
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I        |__|__|__|__|  I
         |__|__|__|__|
 He is followed by a group of people.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Naval Datapad 
=> Protective Vest <Worn>
=> Vibro-Knife 
=> DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol 
=> MX Heavy Blaster Pistol 

Ken heads fore into the lounge.
Ken has left.

Chantinelle hmms and nods to the man being very conspicious, she 
smiles weekly, " The please is mine, Officer,"" she raises her left hand, 
and says softly, "Well I am sure you will excuse if I dont shake your hand."

Jolan comes in from the Officer's quarters.
Jolan has arrived.
Jolan:
The young man standing proudly before you, looks to be about 23 years of 
age. His brown hair is of medium length, neatly trimmed, and it is combed 
back in an attractive way. His face is almost boylike, with subtle, and 
gentle features which unusually, are not ruined, but enhanced by the 
smallish scar on his face; that is cutting down vertically across his 
right eye. The scar doesn't seem to have healed very well, and looks 
as if it was done by an amateur, or Jolan himself. His face is clean 
shaven, with no remenants of facial hair. As you peer into his bluish 
green eyes, you are flooded with emotions, and they shimmer a light 
tint of green as your gaze strengthens. 
For tonight's special occasion he is wearing a perfectly cut dress 
uniform of the Imperial Navy. It is like a tuxedo in many respects, 
but on Jolan's cuffs are a set of three golden stripes, showing his 
rank of Lieutenant Commander, as well as a pair of solid gold wings, 
which have the Imperial Emblem centered on them. The bow tie is 
perfectly placed, with his jacket and pants pressed perfectly, the 
pants' creases flowing delicately down to his highly polished 
dress shoes. 
His shining gold Naval Academy ring catches the light at almost 
every angle, and shines brightly as your eyes pass over it. It is 
worn not for ceremony, but for pride.
                  -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Academy Ring <worn>

Fife nods sotly, looking the woman over. "What has happened?" 
he says, rather brazenly. Such is the way of the Stormtrooper. 
Directness and being to the point is always been stressed in his 
training. He sighs softly, looking her over.

Chantinelle hmmpfts and after a short glance at Jolan she answers 
to the ST, "I got interrogated by the HC." she only says and gets 
a worried frown on her forehead as she remembers the pain and torture.

Adlerson comes in from the Officer's quarters.
Adlerson has arrived.

Jolan steps back into the Off Duty level from the Officer's Quarters, 
looking much more elegant, and refined than his previous appearance. 
He steps back in, and walks back to Chantinelle's side, "I hope 
things are going to go well, some people seem to be missing right now...."

M'lynn comes in from the Officer's quarters.
M'lynn has arrived.

M'lynn:
        She notices you watching her through amber eyes that glow 
like faceted jewels caught in the light of a sunset. Smiling softly at 
you, she reveals her dimples and full lips while her shoulder length 
hair sparkles like gold in the midst of a mountain stream. Her 
well-tailored navy blue dress comes to the knee exposing a severe 
scar that runs the length of her left leg. A gold necklace wraps around 
her neck and comes to a v at the pulse of her throat. The v is lined 
on either side with numerous princess-cut diamonds resembling the 
multitude of sparkling stars throughout the galaxies. On her ring 
finger is an Anithum ring that glows with a bright steel blue. She 
stands before you with an unassuming disciplined grace.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Naval Datapad 
                  -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Anithum Ring

Fife nods slowly, "Seems that's the way things are going lately." 
he frowns, his voice going sort of hazy and his eyes glazing over 
as he stares off into space. The comment from Jolan snaps him back 
to reality and he smiles, looking the crippled woman over. "Best of 
luck to you, madam. I hope you recover well."

Chantinelle sits on her hover chair at the window between Fife and Jolan.

The doors on elevator close as it moves to a different level. According 
to the touch screen next to the door, Naval High Command is its present 
destination.

A few new faces appear out of the elevator after the doors slide open, 
mingling quickly with the crowd, dissapearing into it. A moment later 
Adlerson arrive with his wife by his side, his uniform up to his usual 
perfect standards. He has a relaxed smile adorning his face as he seems 
to be engaged in a conversation with his wife, his eyes wandering 
around the place that used to be his home for so many years.

An elevator bell rings as the doors swing open.
Sirin comes in from the turbolift.
Sirin has arrived.
Hawke comes in from the turbolift.
Hawke has arrived.
Hawke
        Before you stands a young, human male, of no more then 
25 years of age. He stands at about 6'5" in height. His face is 
slightly tanned and holds a very stern look. Across his right 
check is a massive scar, running from the corner of his chin up 
to just under his eye. His blond hair, which looks to have been 
recently cut, is quite short and well within Military Regulations. 
His skillful blue eyes glance around, taking in the surroundings 
and the dangers they may hold. Hawke's right hand seems 
somewhat different, it looks...almost mechanical.
        Hawke is wearing a two piece, black dress uniform of the 
Imperial Ground Forces. Upon the left side of his tunic is a 
platoon crest which displays a Black Rose, with two silver 
swords cris-crossed behind it, set upon a dark blue 
background. Upon the right side of his tunic is an IGF rank 
insignia, showing him to be a Lieutenant Colonel. Opposite 
his rank, upon his left breast, are many different medals and 
ribbons. Hawke's tunic hugs his upper body snuggly, 
showing that he has quite a musculer build. His pants fit 
him comfortably, allowing him to move about quickly and 
quietly, if need be. Around his waist, he wears a black 
duriplastic belt in which a DL-44 is holstered. Upon his 
feet, he wears a pair of nicely polished black boots. A 
black cap with the Imperial Insigina rests upon his head.
        Hawke's medals include the : Medal of Progress, 
Medal of Loyalty, Medal of Futility, Medal of Victory, 
Medal of Guile and the Medal of Dignity.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Enhanced Armor <Worn>
=> ZCF Grenade Launcher 
=> Tracker-16 Blaster Rifle 


Fife sits on the far end, conversing briefly with Chantinelle, his 
face looking tired. He holds his head in his hands sadly.

Hawke walks into the off Duty Lounge, the helmet to his 
Enhanced Armor is currently carried under his arm.

Jolan looks up at the sound of the Arrivals, and a respectful grin 
comes across his face, as he looks down at Chantinelle, "Please 
excuse me for a moment..." As he starts to walk over towards the 
newly arrived Moff. His hand automatically comes up to a salute, 
as a smile can't help but creep across his face, "Good Day My 
Lord....it honors me that you could attend on this special day 
for me and Lt. Karais...."

M'lynn steps off the turbolift at her husband's side. She is smiling 
easily up at him, perhaps relaying a humourous story. She falls 
silent and offers a gracious smile to the young Jolan.

Chantinelle hears other people coming from the elevator and 
turns around, being interested who comes to the wedding else. 
Seing Adlerson with M'lynn arriving she blushes at onces 
embrassed and turns around from her, trying to hide her 
expression from them. She nods to Fife and forces a weak 
smile back on her lips, "Well thank you officer, I will try!"

Hawke makes his way towards the back of the room, where 
he leans one of his weapons against the wall, keeping the 
other one in a sling on his back.

Sirin pauses as he walks out of the turbolift to scan the room. 
No one standing out at him, he walks over to a side of the room 
and leans against the wall. As he walks through the room, he 
continues to look around; almost nervously.


Adlerson:
        The man before you appears to be in his late forties. Spite 
the age he looks slender, athletic and quite strong. He stands 
about 6 feet tall. His face would not be classified as pretty by 
most standards, his nose being too big and his eyes a bit too 
tight together. But at the same time it radiates a charm not often 
paralleled. Perhaps it is the ever-present smile playing on his 
lips, or the glitter in his clear blue eyes, all adding up to a face 
looking very alive and radiant. His blond hair is grey at the 
temples and cut very short, a remnant of a naval career long 
since passed. On his ringfinger rests a golden ring with a 
deep amber tint, three sparkling white gems set in it's top.
        He is clad in the grey standard Uniform of an Imperial 
officer. On the left side of his chest a rank badge can be seen:
    __ __ __ __ __ __ 
II |__|__|__|__|__|__| II
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        On his hands are a pair of black leather gloves, and his 
black boots are polished to perfection.
        His stride and air is marked with the firmness and 
authority that is only acquired from a lifetime of service to 
the Empire. His gaze looks friendly, but it also looks able 
to literally impale a person if the need arises.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Naval Datapad 
=> DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol 
=> C411 Hold-Out Blaster 
                  -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Athahk

Adlerson looks up as M'lynn falls silent, widening his lips into 
a familiar court and warm smile as the young man comes to a 
stop before him. He returns the salute with his characteristic 
sharp nod instead of lifting his hand. "I am most pleased to 
have been asked to come to this special occation, Lieutenant." 
He looks around at the people then back to the man infront 
of him, "Perhaps we should move on?"

Shara comes in from the turbolift.
Shara has arrived.
Shara:
Before you is a human female. She is about 5' 7" tall 
with long brown hair, which is in a tight braid down 
her back. Her skin is slightly tanned, and sets off her 
cobalt blue eyes. She is in a uniform which is not 
overly tight, but accentuats her curves. And from 
the outline of her body that the uniform shows, she 
is in very good shape. 
 She is wearing an olive-grey jacket that seems to be 
melded to her body and meets at her waist a matching 
pair of olive-grey jodphurs. A pleat runs down both 
side from shoulders down. On her chest is badge 
indicating her rank to be Lieutenant Jg., and the 
corosponding rack cylindars on either side. Under 
her rank plate is a singular patch, depicting a 
massive shadowy figure holding two halves of a 
New Republic X-wing starfighter in its hands. 
Under the figure's feet lie pieces of B-wings and 
Y-wings. The only detectable shape on the figure 
is an Imperial insignia, and embossed on it are 
the words, Shadow Squadron. The jacket is 
fastened by a jett" black belt. On her feet are 
a pair of meticulouly polished black boots. 
And to finish the uniform she wears on her 
head a olive-grey cap with a silver pip in 
the centre.
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I              |__|__|  I
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                  -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Gold Engagement Ring <worn>
=> medkit

Jolan smiles, and bows towards M'lynn gently, "M'lady." 
He stands as tall as he can in the presence of Adlerson, 
and smiles, "Of course. And it's Lieutenant Commander 
now, My Lord... It seems like I've come a long way from 
my days at the Academy." He motions towards the 
lounge area, and offers a respectful look around to all 
the other guests, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please join us 
inside the lounge...." he says with a charismatic smile.

Hawke stays standing where he is, obviously lost in a 
termoal of thought.

Chantinelle hmms and turns around again, leaving her 
save position at the window. She feels somehow 
displaced at this place with all the high imps and 
waits on her place until everybody left before her.

Adlerson smiles softly to himself at Jolan's words, 
regarding the rank. Still wet behind the ears, aparently.. 
Regardless, this isn't a day for corrections, so he 
turns towards the lounge and walks towards it, 
letting his gaze wander around infront of him, thus 
missing Chanti in the crowd.


Hawke places his helmet on his head, locking it into place 
as he picks up his rifle, beginning the slow walk towards 
the Turbolift.

Venus comes in from the Lounge.
Venus has arrived.
Venus:
Venus's rampantly curling, blue-black tresses fall wildly 
around her shoulders, streaming down her back. 
Almond-shaped black eyes begin to paint a picture of 
classic aristocracy on rich mocha skin: a long thin nose, 
red-stained bow shaped lips and high cheekbones. One 
error to the painting is the faint line of bruises along 
Venus's jaw. Yet, with a slow, enigmatic smile and intent 
gaze, Venus becomes the Ice Queen.
Venus wears an elegant gown of sapphire silk that 
diligently traces the curves of the 5'8", slightly too thin 
woman. The dress can be described as comfortably snug 
by clinging tenderly to what defines femininity, before 
falling in a one-folded straight cut to the ground. A 
taunting slit in the back of the dress reveals a long 
physical line on the woman. Venus wears one 
adornment: an O'Paali sapphire that sits betwixt 
her brows as a mark of her lineage.

Jolan smiles, and adjusts his Dress Uniform as he mutters 
a small "Oops" to himself. He steps into the lounge just 
after the Moff and his Wife enter, but not before double 
checking if Chantinelle will be joining them.

M'lynn heads fore into the lounge.
M'lynn has left.
Adlerson heads fore into the lounge.
Adlerson has left.
Jolan heads fore into the lounge.
Jolan has left.
Sirin sighs softly, but waits for everyone else to leave 
before heading into the lounge.

Fife heads fore into the lounge.
Fife has left.
Fife comes in from the Lounge.
Fife has arrived.

Chantinelle waits on her position to let everybody in 
to the lounge before her, not wanting to stop any 
traffic on the walkway with her hoverchair.

Venus takes a seat in the back of the lounge to stay 
out of the way of the proceedings while keeping an 
eye on the married couple. A pair of Royal Guards 
stand behing the woman, ensuring that both her 
space and time are protected.

Hawke heads fore into the lounge.
Hawke has left.
Venus heads fore into the lounge.
Venus has left.
You head fore, into the lounge.

Lounge
As your eyes adjust to the dimness of this room you 
notice the soft elegant music playing in the background. 
The sounds of music and the chatter of people enjoying 
themselves eases your mind and soul. Little lanterns of 
lights dot the room in shadows radiating the faces of 
the people. Large glass windows act as walls separating 
space from inside. Stars shine bright through the 
windows adding to the aura of the lounge. The tables 
are made of thick round glass that reflects the images 
of the patrons. Each table is complimented with a set 
of two to four black leather couches. A series of black 
sofa couches line the perimeter of the windows giving 
a birds eye view of the wonders of space. Along the 
back wall under a spotlight of flourescent lights is the 
bar. Made of elegant mahagony wood the bar runs 
down the length of the wall with sets of different 
sized glasses hanging upside down on the ceiling 
rafters. Decorative banners of the respected 
Imperial Fleet adorn the back wall of the bar. On 
the back wall beside the bar there is a little silver 
sign with the word "PRIVATE" engraved on it. 
A brass door knob is just noticeable under the 
dim light. As a reminder that one is still in the 
Empire two Black-clad naval troopers stand guard 
at the entrance to the area and the auto-blaster 
cannons still loom from above. A small series of 
steps by the window lead up to a second level 
which contains only a few tables and chairs. It 
is very hard to actually see if there is someone 
up there. A sign by the rail reads: Commanders 
and above.

                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Venus
=> Hawke
=> Jolan
=> Adlerson
=> M'lynn
=> Ken
=> GROUP: Human Men
=> S3-D6
=> Krisma's Krazy Yet Kewl Kollection
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <U>p leads to Senior Officer's Tier.
 <A>ft leads to Off Duty Level.

S3-D6 looks at Chantinelle, and bleeps quietly to himself 
as he cleans out another glass.

Fife comes in from the main hallway.
Fife has arrived.

S3-D6 looks at Fife, and bleeps quietly to himself as he cleans 
out another glass.

Sirin comes in from the main hallway.
Sirin has arrived.

S3-D6 looks at Sirin, and bleeps quietly to himself as he cleans 
out another glass.

Chantinelle moves her hoverchair slowly inthe room, taking a 
position inthe background of the room, not wanting to draw 
to much attention.

The same couple of people that arrived before Adlerson out in 
the hallway arrive before he do here too, mingling skillfully with 
the crowd, unseen by all but the most welltrained eye. The 
Moff and his wife walks in in the midst of the people arriving, 
stopping inside the doorway to look around and to wait for 
further instruction as to placements and so forth. A few quiet 
comments pass between him and M'lynn as they wait.

Venus is escorted to the back of the room by her pair of 
watchful royal guards. She is appropriately distanced from the 
surroundings, and not able to mingle fully with the guests. She 
smiles slightly at the people she recognizes, and then dims her 
eyes in melancholy.

Fife walks into the wedding 'chapel', and is content to stand near 
the back, arms folded neatly behind him. He stands stoicly, not 
much of an expression on his face as he looks around at the 
various faces moving around and taking there seats in the 
chapel. He smiles softly to a few of those he recognizes, but 
otherwise, remains regal and calm, awaiting the arrival of the 
bride and her entourage. He hums softly to himself the theme 
of the Imperial march, and anyone looking closely at him sees 
his eyes glazing over slightly, staring off into the void of 
nothingness.

Hawke gives S3-D6 some Standard Galactic Credits.
S3-D6 works swiftly and precisely as it makes a Spice_Wine
 and serves it to Hawke.
Hawke takes a sip from his Spice_Wine.

Reyn comes in from the main hallway.
Reyn has arrived.
Reyn:
You are looking at a fairly tall young human male. He has 
neat, black hair parted in the middle. His nose is fairly 
small, and he has almost elvish, high ridged cheeks. He 
has deep blue eyes, mounted under thin, black eyeborows. 
He is wearing an olive-grey jacket with matching jodphurs. 
Pleats on either side run from the shoulder down, and at 
chest level on the left there is a badge signifying the 
ensign's rank, as well as rank cylinders in small pockets 
on either side. Other symbols near his shoulders indicate 
he is a TIE pilot, and in shadow squadron. The jacket is 
fastened by a thick black belt. There are polished black 
boots, and a cap with a silver pip in the centre.

S3-D6 looks at Reyn, and bleeps quietly to himself as he 
cleans out another glass.

The banquet room is much more different than anyone would 
remember, and there are many banquet tables that are set up 
in a 'U' formation to allow conversation among the guests. 
The head table has 6 chairs among it, with a set of beautiful 
flowers, and candles adorning it. Across from the table area, 
there is a small seating arrangement, and a podeum from 
which someone is obviously supposed to speak. Waiters 
are walking around the entire room offering Vintage Wines 
and Champaigne to any of the guests as they walk by, 
several are walking around with silver platters of Hours 
D'oeurves.

Ken is standing at a corner and talking with some waiters. 
He is waving some flower at the waiters and as if trying to 
hit them with it, "Why are you changing the flowers now?! 
We are out of time." He sees the people coming in and 
pushes the flowers into one waiter's hands, "Here, put 
them NOW." He then turns toward the guests and a 
smile come on his face.

Reyn steps into the room, staright, his hands behind his back. 
He smiles slightly, as he looks about, adjusting his uniform.

Jolan steps into the lounge, and almost immedately spots 
his best man from across the room. He makes his way 
casually through the crowd of people, offering smiles and 
welcoming greetings to anyone who may stop to 
congratulate him. Upon finally reaching Ken, he smiles, 
and nods, "Good Day Commodore, this is a bit more of 
a turnout than I expected...."

Sirin walks in slowly, behind Chantinelle. He calmly begins 
to walk to a table; he suddenly stops halfway there and 
pulls out a small comm device. His expression grows irrated 
and he quickly makes his way out of the crowded lounge.

As Chanti sees Venus staying in the background as well, she 
just wants to chnage her position to move over to her as she 
spots her guards and stops, being intimidated by the red guards.

Ken looks around and smiles at Jolan, "Yes, you are popular 
guy Jolan." He sees Adlerson and says to Jolan, "Are you 
ready? You are not going to faint or something are you?" 
He keeps track of Adlerson's position while he is talking.

Hawke nods to the droid as he takes his drink, moving 
towards the Officer's Tier, obviously not wanting to be 
around people at this point.
Hawke walks up the stairs to the Officer's Tier.
Hawke has left.

M'lynn calmly stands at her husband's side then reaches up 
slightly and quietly whispers in his ear.

Sirin heads into the main hallway.
Sirin has left.

Jolan smiles at Ken, "No, I won't pass out, I'm a little nervous 
though. I'm more worried about Shara passing out, she doesn't 
take these large public gatherings well, especially when she is 
the center of attention. but I'm ready to start any time you are...." 
He smiles, and stands a little nervous with his hands figiting 
gently. His eyes gaze around the room as he smiles and nods 
at anyone that he recognizes arrives.

Ken nods in understanding to Jolan, and points to him, "You stay 
right. And do some breathing exercise while you are at. I must see 
to the wedding," he then turn and walks briskly to Adlerson.

Adlerson accepts a glass of deep brow liquid, probably his beloved 
whiskey, from the tray of one of the waiters that pass him by. He 
lifts it to his lips, savouring a quick sip as he continues to look 
around the place. He pauses as he spots Venus, lifting a brow to 
himself but leaving it at that, focusing on something his wife is 
saying to him. He suddenly grins at what it was that she whispered 
in his ear, rolling his eyes in a humerous way and winking at her, 
grinning mischievously into his glass as he once more lifts it to his lips.

Jolan smiles broadly, and breathes deeply a few times, trying to 
keep himself rather calm at the moment, or as well as can be 
expected. He takes a small sip of icewater that a young Ensign 
brought him at his request. After taking a drink, which ends up 
being the entire glass, he leans against the wall looking around 
gently, takling to occasional people that stop to speak to him.

Shara comes in from the main hallway.
Shara has arrived.
S3-D6 looks at Shara, and bleeps quietly to himself as he 
cleans out another glass.

Reyn is standing in the midst of the crowd, looking slowly 
about, and adjusting his uniform every few minutes, by the 
shoulder, or the sleeve. Finally, he steps over, towards 
another Ensign, and begins chatting to him, a smile breaking 
his features.

Ken arrives in front of Adlerson. He almost saluted. Instead 
he makes fists with his hands to keep them at his sides and 
smiles politly, "M'lord. The wedding is ready to commence. 
All system are ready. We may start at your command.." He 
suddenly realize he is making a military report. Hardly a 
fitting place for it, "Hmm.. Ehh.. That is we are ready to 
start." His face starts to turn red at the end.

Chantinelle taps nervously with her fingers of her remaining 
hand on the remote control of her hover chair, sighing 
quietly nto to disturb anybody around.

Adlerson makes a return comment to M'lynn just before 
Ken comes over, then looses most of the mischief and 
replaces it with a genuine and polite smile at the sight of 
one of his old comrades. "A pleasure to see you again, 
Commodore." He nods at the 'report' and looks around, 
"Very good, very good. Please have people take their 
places and I will commence as soon as we are settled."

Jolan leans back against the wall almost nervously still, 
waiting for whatever cue Ken decides to use to get him 
to take his place. Nervously he sips his water, glancing 
around the room gently, not really looking at anyone, or 
anything in particular. He just decides to continue his 
breathing exercises to try and hold of his cold feet...

Ken gives Adlerson a nods manages not to click his 
heels and turns to the guests, and raises his voice, 
"Please find your place and site down people. We are 
ready to start." He then makes ways toward Jolan.

Jolan seems to come out of his little trance, and 
stands up, closing the distance between him and 
his best man. He looks around for a moment, and 
sets his water glass down on one of the waiter's 
trays, knowing that he can't exactly take that with 
him up to the altar. He gently readjusts his uniform 
again, hoping it still looks well enough, and stops 
as he reaches Ken.

M'lynn moves away from her husband and quietly 
finds a seat. She crosses her legs at the ankle and 
takes a moment to look around at the many faces.

Reyn nods in return to the fellow Ensign's last 
comment, then flicks his gaze towards Ken as he 
speaks. He says something more, then moves off, 
taking a seat at one of the U shaped tables, near 
the podium, a position from which all can be seen 
easily,.

Ken leads Jolan toward the alter. He waves toward their 
place, "After you Lt. You are the most important person 
today." He pauses then adds, "Second most important 
anyway."

Chantinelle has her eyes closed and is lost in her thoughts 
for a moment as the wedding didn't started and the bride 
isn't here still. She leans back on her chair and looking 
around curiously.

Jolan laughs slightly, and follows Ken to the Altar, standing 
on the right side of the Aisle gently, still nervous, but not 
showing it as much. He straightens out his uniform one last 
time, or so he hopes. Taking a deep breath, he looks around 
the room, smiling gently as all the people begin to take their 
seats.

Adlerson parts with his own beloved one, handing her his 
glass. He gives his jacket a tug to straighten a crease that's 
not there, then walks to the podium, turning on his heals 
(A lifetime of military moves is hard to get rid of) and 
faces the audience, his deep set steel blue eyes wandering 
from one person to the next, as if looking deep into them as 
he waits for the last preparations to finish.

Chantinelle's lips form a quiet oh as she sees Adlerson on 
the podium and looks at him , curious what he will speak 
about.

The people all finally take their seats along the ranks, and the 
waiters stand along the wall solemn, watching carefully the 
proceedings about to happen. Jolan stands next to Ken on 
the right side of the Altar, looking towards Adlerson, 
occasionally glancing around the room.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Adlerson starts as his crystal clear
 voice fills every corner of the room, quieting the last remnants 
of noice. "Officers of the glorious Empire." He pauses and 
sweeps his gaze over the gathering once more then goes on. 
"We are gathered here today to lay another stone to the 
underlying foundation of the Empire. Ask yourself, what 
would the Empire be today if it were not for the marital 
institution, and all those that entered into it before us? 
Our parents, their parents and generations before them 
all helped build the Empire, the strong and glorious Empire 
we know of today, and I dare say much of this would not 
have been acomplished without the basic founding stone; 
The family."

Chantinelle hears the speach with a frown on her forehead 
and only her long training stops her from coughing out loud, 
thinking about her experiences in the last few days. 'Glorious 
Empire' she thinks for herself, but remains quiet, not wanting 
to make any scene during a wedding.

Jolan looks up at Adlerson on the podeium respectfully, 
almost proudly knowing that the Moff of Dreven is going 
to be announcing and presiding over his own wedding.

Reyn looks up, from chatting some more, as people fall silent. 
He too listens to Adlerson's words, but his face remains serious.

"It is therefore with great pleasure that I ask Lieutenant Arkaine 
and Lieutenant Karais to step forward," Adlerson continues, 
moving on to the next part of the ceremony. His eyes fall to rest 
on the young couple, the quiet smile still very much dancing 
on his lips, all contributing to the sagely air of this man.

Ken pushes Jolan. His action hide from the public by Jolan's 
body, "Your turn budy."

Jolan steps a bit forward towards the podium, now definately 
coming into full view of everyone in the room, and almost 
directly before Adlerson, standing next to Shara elegantly, 
and very proudly.

Shara walks forward slowly until she is standing beside Jolan 
infront of Adlerson and puts on a brave smile glancing for a 
secodn at jolan and then back straight ahead.

Adlerson nods once then as the two stop infront of him. "My 
fellow Imperials, we are here now to join these two fine young 
Imperial Officers in the Royal Imperial state of Wedlock. To 
serve eachother faithfully as man and wife, with as much 
respect and dedication as they show in their service to the 
Empire." He draws his breath, his shoulders square, his being 
tall, erect. "Two loyal officers are now to be joined together 
for life, in marriage."

He looks to Shara first then, "Do you, Lieutenant Shara Karais, 
take Lieutenant Jolan Xavier Arkaine to be your lawfully 
wedded husband, in this Empire. Through sickness and 
health, peace and war, good times and bad, until death shall 
you depart?"

Chantinelle gets her usual smile back on her lips as she 
may witness this wedding, an act she loves to watch 
and esp after Adly's endless speach is over about the 
senseless glory of the Empire. She presse her thumb 
of her left hand, wishing that now nothing goes wrong.

Shara nods "Yes I do"

Ken stands besides Jolan. His right hand in his packet 
to keep tracking the thing he keeps in there. A smile on 
his face.

Adlerson's soft smile widens just a tad as Shara confirms, 
then looks from her to Jolan, "I have understood that you 
want to declare your love for your future wife with your 
own words, so please, speak." He falls silent, his hands 
hanging down, folded.

Jolan smiles gently, and looks into Shara's eyes softly 
as he takes her hand elegantly, "Shara, since the day I 
met you, my life has been changed forever, and my life 
has become much more than it ever was. You mean more 
to me than my own life, and I will love you forever; with 
all my heart and soul. From this day on, I swear to love, 
cherish, hold and care for you for the rest of my life, in 
sickness and in health, in good times and bad, in war 
and peace, and in life and death."

Chantinelle yeahs and cheers out really loud, not caring 
where sh eis or who else is around, she calls, "Yo girl go! 
Yo Jolan, you got it! Now a _KISS_!" She calls from her 
position in the background, while she searchs in her 
dress for her little package of rice.

Ken's head wheel toward Chantineel at her outburst in this 
quit surrendings. His smile become somewhat strained. He 
murmurs under his breath and turns his attention back to 
the lovely couple.

M'lynn smiles brightly as the young couple makes their 
declaration. Her smile is widened just a bit as her heart is 
warmed to hear Chantinelle's voice, not having noticed 
her prior to the wedding.

Adlerson lifts an eyebrow to himself at Chanti's outburst, 
sending her a scowl under thick eyebrushes. He takes a 
deep breath though and shrugs it away, time to talk to the 
unruly woman later. "These two have declared their love 
and dedication to one another before this gathering, and 
the Empire itself. Now by the powers entrusted to me by 
the same Empire, and his Excellency Emperor Valak, I now 
pronounce you man and wife, joined for eternity in 
Imperial Wedlock. You may /now/ kiss the bride." He 
sends another glance towards Chanti, hoping she picked 
up the slight emphasis on 'now', before he smiles wider, 
looking to the couple again.

Chantinelle found her rice and starts to throw it at the new 
couple, while cheering loudly, "Yo, you two gat it!! Enjoy 
it now!!" she calls not acting as she recognized it herself 
that she called out too early.

Jolan smiles at Chantinelle, and shakes his head slightly. 
He leans in towards Shara, as he lifts the veil, he wraps 
his arms gently around her waist, and touches his lips to 
hers softly, as he kisses her passionately, not caring that 
everyone in the room is watching them.

Ken starts to applaue. He turns to the audiance and nods 
his head. Suddenly, cheers and applause and flowers 
explores from the naval part of the audience and rain 
down on Jolan and Shara and those who stands too close.

Shara leans forward slightly and once the barrier of her 
veil is gone, she kisses Jolan on the lips equally.

Adlerson's smile turns wider still, to a fullblown grin 
as he watches the cheering all around. His eyes wander 
to M'lynn's for a short moment, conveying some silent 
message with his deep gaze before he once more returns 
his attention to the proceedings.

Jolan continnues with the kiss as the flowers fall among 
him and his new bride. The applause doesn't seem to faze 
him even as hey are kissing softly. He finally, and 
reluctantly breaks the kiss, and turns to the audience 
with a large smile, taking two glasses of Champaigne 
for him and his new wife, handing her one softly. The 
waiters all walk in among the crowd with newly filled 
glasses; and Jolan raises his in toast towards the crowd.

M'lynn applauds softly with the rest of the audience. 
Her smile brightens when her eyes reach Adlerson's. 
An unspoken message indeed, Jolan and Shara will 
have many such messages to each other and one could 
be happier for the couple than herself and her husband.

Shara smiles and takes the glass in a free hand holding 
her flowers in the one she has wrapped around jolans, 
and raises it along with jolan.

Chantinelle continues to throw the rice and calls still, 
"Yeah! Do it again, well this wasn't not a _real_ kiss!" 
and waves from the background.

The ceremony finished, and the lavish reception about 
to take place, The Imperial Royal Guards escort Venus 
outside the lounge area. Venus stands with a serene smile 
on her face, and nods politely to the beautiful couple 
with a gleam in her eyes. With meticulous grace and a 
rhythm complemented by the Royal Guards, Venus exits 
the celebration.
Venus heads into the main hallway.
Venus has left.

Jolan sets Shara's glass down beside his, and he grins at 
Chanti, in an almost 'You asked for it' look. He grabs her 
gently by the waist, and wraps his arm around her neck 
gently, with a small dip, he kisses her passionately, holding 
her shapely body gently in his arms. He pulls her back up 
to standing, and returns his grin to his Naval Comrade, 
"There!" He bows gently, and smiles at Shara, returning 
her Champaigne to her casually.

Chantinelle smiles bridely and throws the last pieces of 
rice she still had. She calls from the rows in the back, 
"Yeah, well this was now something worth for an imp!"

Ken takes a cup from a waiter and raise it to the crowd, 
"Citizens of the Empire. A new family has joined our 
glorious cause. This is a new beginning for the happy 
couple and it shall bring us resolve to safeguard their 
happiness and the happiness of all the beings ing the 
Galaxy," He turns to Jolan and Shara, "Lets hear it for 
Commander Jolan and Lt Shara."

Reyn laughs and chats some more with someone next 
to him, as the ceremony ends.

Shara takes a minute or two to recover from jolan's 
second kiss and smiles a little giddy now.

Adlerson grins overbearingly as he watches the young 
couple, waiting until Jolan is done. He is about to speak, 
but wait as Ken brings on another toast, not having a glass 
he nods his head in agreement instead. As the toast dies 
away finally the Moff clears his throat and speaks again, 
his voice filling the room with ease. "If everyone could make 
their way to their assigned places at the tables..?" He extends 
his arms towards the tables to underline this.

Jolan steps down gently in front of his new bride, and extends 
his hand gently to escort them to the head table to join with 
Adlerson, his wife, and His best man. He smiles brightly at 
her, more proud, and happy, but still boyishly giddy.

Chantinelle oohs and calms down slowly , she looks over at 
the table, looking for a position where the chair is missing and 
she can move her hoverchair over to it.

One of the waiters walks over to Jolan, and seems to ask a 
question, after it being answered, the waiter rushes, and 
clears a chair from the table, especially for Chantinelle, near 
the Head Table, so she may speak and enjoy the Head 
tables' company.

Adlerson walks down from the podium, after the young couple 
and Ken, walking to his wife and extending an elegant arm for 
her to take so he can acompagny her to the assigned seats, the 
perfect gentleman, as allways.

Shara takes the offered hand from her new husband and slips 
her arm around his smileing politely

M'lynn gently takes her husband's arm with a radiant smile. 
Without speaking, she simply hands him his glass with the 
now, melted ice cubes and continues with him toward their 
assigned seats.

Chantinelle oohs and blushes embrassed as she watches the 
waiter. Unsure to follow him and sit so close at the couple she 
pauses a sec before her normal happy mood wins over her sad 
side and so she slowly moves along the table to the free place.

Jolan smiles brightly, and upon reaching the head table, he 
removes a chair gently for his wife to sit in. He smiles at the 
people gently taking their seats, and smiles at Chantinelle, as 
he speaks over the lull of the crowd to her, "Interesting addition 
to the Ceremony...." he says with a bright smile almost laughing. 
The waiters now walk around the tables, placing silver platters 
down of beautiful, well-prepared food before them.

Chantinelle eeeps only and blushes over her whole face, she 
looks down into he rlap before she smiles at Jolan and Shara, 
"You two are such a couple! I am honored to be able to be here! 
Thank you!" she say ssoftly before nodding to all the other 
high guests at the table.

Adlerson stops behind the chair assigned to his wife and pulls 
it out for her, then pushes it back in as she sits down. He lifts 
an eyebrow to himself as he notices the conversation between 
Jolan and Chanti, taking a deep calming breath as he decides 
not to bark at Chanti here, not this time. Instead he seats himself 
next to M'lynn, giving her a warm smile as his attention returns 
to her fully, quiet words passing between them.

Shara smiles politely and nods to those around her.

Chantinelle lets the young couple in peace, knowing how 
annoying she can be and turns around to look at the other one, 
"Greetings M'Lord, M'Lady!" she says softly to Adly and 
M'lynn, nodding respectfully to them.

Adlerson mutters to M'lynn, "... ceremony, wouldn't... 
admittedly,... friend over there... some... whole... say... is..."

M'lynn winks at her husbands words, then turns her head 
to the familiar voice. Her face brightens with a smile, 
"Chantinelle, It's wonderful... to..." Her voice falters for a 
moment as she truly sees the hoverchair for the first time, 
recovering quickly though, she continues, "to see you... 
it has been entirely too long."

Chantinelle smiles weakly at M'lynn, "Yes it is.. I missed 
you on Caspar." she says softly but as she notices M'lynns 
glance at her hoverchair she siighs and adds stammering, 
"I..I.. have changed a little bit."

Adlerson returns Chanti's greeting with a polite though 
not heartfelt smile, simply nodding in return. Not that much 
love lost from him to her, it would seem. While his wife and 
this woman speak he turns to the newlyweds and his smile 
increases in warmth again. "I would just like to congratulate 
the two of you. Remember," he adds with a soft smile. "Not 
all days will be as easy as this, but you have my faith, you 
will be happy." He lifts his glass to the two of them then.

Jolan gently sits down as the Champaigne comes around, 
taking one for himself, and offering a glass to Shara, he 
smiles at Chantinelle, "Well, You did enliven the spirit to 
the evening Chantinelle, I must say. At least I have the 
opportunity to extend you as much welcome as I recieved 
the last time I was on Caspar...."

Jolan looks over to Adlerson with a bright smile on his face 
as he hears him speak, "It seems I've always had your 
confidence in me, M'lord, and look how far I have come so 
far, I couldn't be happier that you had the chance to preside 
over this day. I'm more than honored."

M'lynn continues to speak with Chantinelle. She smiles 
softly at Chanti's words and after a quick glance to her 
husband she adds, "You know, you haven't seen our new 
home on Dreven, I would be very grateful if you would 
come for a visit. There are so many rooms. And... " She 
smiles a little wider this time, "I'm sure Sean would enjoy 
spending time with you."

Chantinelle smiles and feels somehow being worth again, 
not the useless civ she was as entering the room before. 
She sighs as seeing that still a few persons care for her. 
She picks up the glass with her left hand, sipping on it 
just slightly before she looks back at M'lynn, "Sean?"

M'lynn's eyes widen, "I'm sorry, I thought you would have 
heard by now. Our son, Sean, I'm sure you two would be 
fast friends." She reaches out, taking her own glass and a 
sip from it, "You think about it, you can stay as long as 
you like... a mini-vacation. I have no friends there and 
would really love some company"

Shara sips form her glass and smiles notting to those 
around me and looks longingly at her husban.

Adlerson inclines his head in a curt nod at Jolan's words, 
"Trust me, it was not hard to decide to come here. Not 
only was it nice to see the two of you getting married, but 
it was nice to come back here again, for a quick trip." He 
doesn't hear M'lynn invitation to Chanti, and a good thing 
too probably. "Speaking of.." He reaches into his jacket 
and pulls out a few tickets, sliding them over to Jolan and 
Shara. "Here, tickets to the Dreven Sheraton, penthouse 
suite for a week, leave allready taken care of. Enjoy." He 
winks and straightens his jacket again.

Chantinelle oohs and blushes touched by the invitation 
by M'Lynn, she reaches over with her left hand and squezzes 
M'lynn's in a quiet thank, before she says softly, while 
looking at Adlerson who is in a discussion with Jolan, "but 
what will say the Lord? But I am soo happy to hear you have 
a son! I must see him!" she smiles excited.

Jolan's eyes open wide, "I guess the honeymoon is now 
taken care of!" He grins at Adlerson, "I don't know exactly 
how to thank you M'lord." He shows the tickets to Shara 
gently, smiling, and returns to looking at Adlerson for a 
moment, "You are so full of surprises M'lord...."

M'lynn's grin turns to a child-like giddiness, "he won't mind, 
believe me and just you wait till you see him with his son" 
She gives a quick wink to Chantinelle, "You must come, just 
let me know when" Her attention turns to the conversation 
between her husband and Jolan for a moment before 
returning back to Chanti. She pats Chanti's hand and gives 
her a look of quiet understanding.

Adlerson pulls a crooked smile at Jolan's words that would 
leave Han Solo envious. "I try," is all he says, lifting the 
whiskey to make another toast to Jolan and Shara. He sips 
it slowly, savouring the taste, then turns more to Chanti 
and M'lynn, keeping his tongue though as he descreetly 
joins in the conversation.

Jolan smiles, and holds Shara's hand gently, and whipsers 
into her ear softly, hoping that no one can hear his words.

Shara nearly chokes on ehr drink, but quickly recovers 
and the sets the glass down.

Jolan grins at Shara, and smiles, knowing that she found 
his words a little...interesting. "Do you agree my love?" 
He says with a boyish smile.

Chantinelle turns around and faces the Lord, she quietly 
looks at him as she removes her hand from M'lynn and 
nods to the Lord. Asking him after a while , "Well M'Lord 
well this was now a wedding, wouldn't you agree?" she 
asks polite while smiling at the young couple.

Shara raises an eyebrow "I don't think it works quite that way"

Adlerson nods once, a faint smile on his lips as he looks 
at Chanti. He too notices her.. 'shortcomings' now and a 
frown appears on his forehead. Instead of taking the polite 
conversation further he turns to a question instead, 
"What happened to you?"

As Adlerson is so straight Chanti asnwers back in the 
same way, "Well I got an interrogation by Lord Rellik 
and he thought I am not worth my former living."

Jolan smiles at Shara, and kisses her hand gently, holding 
it softly, and smiles at Chantinelle. Upon hearing Adlerson's 
remark to Chantinelle, almost chokes on his Champaigne, as 
he sets it down in front of himself. And looks over at 
Chantinelle momentarily, but then returns his gaze to his 
lovely wife who is sitting beside him. He kisses her cheek 
softly, and whispers to her, "I love you" But almost anyone 
within earshot would be able to hear it.

Shara smiles and looking at her husband and says "And I you"

M'lynn takes in a deep breath, all to use to her husband's 
directness, but loving him nevertheless. She places a hand 
on his arm and gives a gentle squeeze, "Morlok, I've invited 
Chanti to our new home for a visit, I think Sean and she would 
get along famously, don't you?"

Reyn gulps down some drink from a glass at another table, 
laughing and chatting, but not very loudly, with thoe around.

Chantinelle oohs and smiles at the couple hearing them 
exchanging the statements of love. She sighs thinking about 
herself and turns back to Adlerson and M'lynn.

Jolan kisses Shara softly on the cheek, and looks at her with 
a bright smile, squeezing her hand gently, still occasionally 
hearing words from the conversation going on next to them. 
He takes a small sip of Champaigne and smiles at Chantinelle, 
knowing that she heard him, but doesn't really mind. 
"Chantinelle, I must thank you for attending, it did mean a lot to me...."

Shara smiles and blushes slightly.

Adlerson straightens a bit in his chair at the statement from 
his wife, taking a deep breath as a few thought run around in 
his head. He simply nods though, the same flat court smile 
being pulled, the one he pulls when he's not entirely happy 
about the way things have turned, but not about to do something 
about it either, not finding it that bad. It could be worse.. 
Perhaps. "I see.." He turns his eyes to Chanti then, "You will 
be most welcome, of course." Words of politeness, most 
asuredly. "And I am sad to hear about your little runin with 
Advisor Rellik.. That looks a bit.." He lifts his glass and takes 
a sip, "Harsh." he finishes off as he puts it down, his eyes 
going to the missing arm.

M'lynn wraps her arm in and around Adlerson's and gives a 
gentle squeeze. She gives a wink to Chanti then turns her 
attention to Shara, "Shara, your dress is absoloutely exquisite 
you simply radiate"

Chantinelle smiles at Jolan and Shara, "No no.. it was my 
pleasure to be here at all! I hope I wasn't oo loud at all!" 
she smiles and turns back to Adly, "Well I serve the Empire,
its not my way to to complain about the treatment I recieve."

Shara smiles and nods to chantinelle.

A quick snaps of the eyelids, and Fife is awake. He seems to 
have dozed off during the wedding. He adjusts his sitting 
stance quickly, and the middle aged stormtrooper stands, 
teeters of the balls of his feet, and gains quick footing. He 
stretches, a loud *crack* emminating from his back throughout 
the hallway, and he yawns. Shaking the last cobwebs away, he 
smiles slightly, realizing the comic value in what just went on, 
and snags a champagne from the droid whose been wheeling 
around with them, and takes a sip. He leans against the wall and 
tries not to look bored. Much.

Jolan laughs, and smiles at Chantinelle, "I didn't mind that, it 
livened things up, and made me a little less nervous..." He 
takes a sip of his Champaigne, "Although I have to admit, 
everything went much better than I had hopen tonight....and 
you were right about this afternoon Chanti...you were right..." 
He says with a bright smile.

Shara nods to m"lynn "why uh Thank you"

Adlerson gives the tinies of shrugs at Chanti's words, the frown 
still in his expression, though deftly hidden, as he looks at her. 
He takes a deep breath though and empties the glass, turning to 
the couple again. "It has been a most profound pleasure to be 
able to attend this ceremony, but I am afraid that the rest of our 
family is waiting. If you could excuse our hasty retreat..?" He 
smiles, warmly, at that.

Jolan smiles, and stands up to salute the Moff, but instead of 
standing and saluting, he extends his hand, more informally, 
and gratefully for the Moff and His families attendance. "M'lord, 
it was an honor to have you here, and maybe me and Shara 
might see you and your lovely wife sometime soon on Dreven, 
if time permits..." He winks slightly at Adlerson, and keeps his 
hand extended.

Adlerson stands aswell, reaching out to grab the hand of the 
young man, giving it a firm shake. "The pleasure was all mine," 
he retorts. Letting go of Jolan's hand he bends from his waist, 
taking Shara's hand in his and kissing the back of it, "Enchanting, 
m'Lady," is all he says to her, smiling.

Chantinelle watchs quietly the exchanges of greetings and she 
remains sitted (well how could she stand at all). She very slowly 
sips on her drink, carefulyl not to drink too much and smiles at 
the two couples.

Jolan kisses M'lynn's hand elegantly as he bows. "It was a pleasure 
to see you again M'lady, until next time..." He straightens back up, 
and stands next to his lovely bride.

M'lynn stands once her husband has pulled out her chair. She 
offers a genuine smile to the newlyweds, "Enjoy your life together 
and I hope it will be as wonderful as ours is" She gives a nod to Jolan 
and returns her hand to her husband's arm. Offering a warm smile to 
Chanti, she adds, "And you, my friend, are welcome to visit us anytime."

Shara smiles and nods to adlerson and moves next to her husband.

Chantinelle smiles at M'Lynn, "If I get the chance I will come of 
course!" she says polite and nods to the Lord, thikning him for the 
invitation as well.

Adlerson gives a last smile to the two young ones then as M'lynn's 
arm finds his. He turns and is about to just leave, but with a last faint 
smile he places a hand on Chanti's shoulder, giving it a quick pat and 
a squeeze, probably in sympathy. He might not like her that much, but 
he knows she's a good friend of his wife. With that he leads on as the 
two walks towards the exit, some words being exchanged.

M'lynn heads into the main hallway.
M'lynn has left.

Adlerson heads into the main hallway.
Adlerson has left.

Shara has disconnected.

Reyn finishes his drink, and laughs some more, handing the bottle to 
someone else.

Jolan stands up as Shara walks out of the room towards their temporary 
quarters. He steps down, and stands next to Chantinelle, "Good evening 
Countess, thank you for coming, it did mean a lot to me....." He kisses 
your hand gently, and smiles at you softly.

Chantinelle returns the smile and nods slightly, "as I said, it was my 
pleasure!"

Fife takes his leave.
Fife heads into the main hallway.
Fife has left.

Jolan bows gently before Chantinelle, and smiles, "Maybe someday soon 
I'll see you again. Maybe on Dreven, or if you are ever on the ISD New 
Order, stop by and say hello; i'd love to catch up on things...."

Chantinelle nods and replies, "I will try to come, althought I can't promise 
it." she smiles and returns the bow by nodding deep and respectfully.

Jolan smiles gently, and begins to walk towards the door, "Good evening 
to all! And thank you for sharing this momentous day with me..." He smiles, 
and winks at Chantinelle before he leaves....

EOL
"End of Log" :)