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“ well, well, well, look what i’ve found. “ the woman’s lips curled into a smile as her eyes scanned over the male in front of her, her heels giving her a slight edge in height. talking was a talent of seylsa’s, one that the first order tended to use to its advantage wisely. sneaking around was left to other members of her organization while she charmed and flirted information and trust out of politicians and enemies.

waltzing up to the male, her gown grazing the ground gently as she moved. her motives must have been clear. poe dameron: pilot, stubborn and crafty. her informants had been good at keeping her alert of who was on what side and they had shared plenty on him. “ fancy seeing you here. you clean up nice for a pilot. “ the women was more interested in the knowledge he held than the actual man but a little small talk to warm things up didn’t bother her.

As soon as Rey heard word that confidential files were hidden in secret spaces in this very building, she’d been faced with the extreme urge to take action. Sitting still was not her area of expertise, and it was hard to focus on anything going on or being said when she kept thinking of what she could possibly find. If she were able to locate the headquarters...stars, she’d be the saving grace of the Resistance. Not that she wanted it for the recognition, not at all - she wanted them to win this fight. And determination was one of Rey’s strongest traits - whether that would be beneficial or not was still to be determined.

So finally she’d snuck out discreetly from the main hall and to the corridors of the capitol, carefully making her way around and examining each door and space she came across. Most were irrelevant, empty of anything useful to her, but she eventually found a few doors that remained locked. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Rey began to sort through her brain for any possible solutions, maybe even a way to pick the locks. But then she felt a strange sensation in her mind - the feeling of being watched. A familiar presence. At first, she thought he might have followed her, and she let out a quick gasp of panic as soon as her eyes met his. But then she realized it...he wasn’t physically here. Once again, the force had decided to intervene, for the first time in ages. Immediately, she jumped back in shock, her eyes wide with nerves. “...How did you do that? How...are you doing this?”

there was little for meetra surik to smile about nowadays. truly, there was little she had smiled about even before she’d been returned to roam among the living, and so she had essentially picked up right where she had left off. but tonight she was neither on a battlefield nor on the run -- tonight she was at a party, and if she was having a good time batting her eyelashes at politicians flustered enough to say more than they should’ve; that was her business.

Crimson lips curled only slightly as her eyes did all of the smiling for her. They seemed to sparkle despite the smoke that seemed to surround them. The First Order paid no expense to make sure Seylsa looked her very best even down to the long curls that cascaded down her shoulders. In comparison to others, her dress was much more simple as it hugged her curves and exposed certain pieces of skin under the crocheted designs to appeal to the lonelier politicians. After all, she was there to showcase the beauty of her organization and create alliances, perhaps pry information from a careless Resistance member.

As she sipped on her champagne, the Knight of Ren found herself analyzing everyone in front of her. Her informants had given her information about almost every important figure at this gala. Persuasion was a talent of hers, one that she didn’t enjoy all that much but was good at. If it were up to her, she would pry the information from every Resistance member’s skull but that was not her call to make. The woman escaped conversation with a particularly friendly politician who loved to get hands on with whomever he was talking to in order to grab herself another drink. However, the woman could feel eyes on her. Turning her attention to whatever source she could find, she approached with a gracious smile.

Seeing everyone pile in, chatting and finding their way to their seats, somehow made Rey feel anxious. She shouldn’t be, she told herself not to, but it was just so strange seeing everyone attempt to act civil at some kind of formal gala when she knew they were likely just as ready to be at each other’s throats if anything went wrong. So far, nothing had been too bad, but she had a feeling it might not stay that way for the entirety of the event. Looking around, she noticed a handful of people scattered across the room, walking around with trays of appetizers and drinks - Rey wondered if they felt as tense as she did, or if they had little opinion of the situation going on around them. But then she spotted the familiar girl she’d met while exploring Coruscant - Eisley, it was - and without hesitation, made her way over to her. “Hey! What are you doing here?” It was an informal greeting, but Rey still wasn’t used to the etiquette that was likely required of her at an event like this.

                    ❛     They’ve put on a grand affair for such a serious occasion.     ❜

When she finally managed to get free and try to find the files, she ran into someone. “I’m sorry, but I can’t really talk right now.” She said, not really looking at the person.