"Visit the Abrion Sector, you say? Well I..." Was the man serious? What an odd request. Was there anything behind it? "Well, I am speaker for the Interspecies Advisory Committee, as you know... And I don’t know that they’d be able to accomplish anything without me!" he was making a little joke, hoping to see if Cole’s reaction would give anything away. "But if I’m to represent such a committee to its fullest extent, it could be good for me to head to Roon as you suggest. Should I assemble a team? Of course, I will need to ask Senator Thanatos if I can take a leave of absence for... How long would you suggest I stay?"

Before long, the Imperial Palace was brought into sight, something he had never seen. He felt a pang of emotion in his chest, as if his heart were attempting to burst through and his breath was taken away. Although unnecessary, he gave a salute to the building before landing in the Pyramid. He stepped out, being scanned and passing through security, giving up his sidearm and a combat knife that was in a sheath strapped to his left boot. Before he could put a hand over his mouth and hush him, the announced belted, "Presenting Captain Orion Karath, Imperial Army Special Forces!" He immediately winced, but once a few faces took a look at him he quickly snapped from a very compromising position of having a hand halfway towards the announcer's face, to a perfect military stance. He noticed the man who made him his guest. "Admiral," he said, walking over to Corvus, "Thank you for the invitation to be your guest, but I'm hardly built for social functions." The Admiral chuckled at him, "Please, Captain, enjoy yourself. After your last mission, you deserve it. Don't get into too much trouble," he said, nodding and then walking off to talk to some Senators. Orion made his way to the bar. He didn't plan on getting drunk, then again, with his tolerance, what would get him drunk would send the average being to the hospital. He would take it easy tonight.

When he arrived at the bar, to his disappointment, he was only offered two drink options; Chandrilan brandy, a fine choice but not Corellian, and a Telosian Twist, a drink suited for only a woman in his mind. It wasn't that he was chauvinist or anything, far from it...but there were certain drinks a man just should not drink, and that was one of them. His choice was made for him, Chandrilan brandy. He took a sip, and noted that it was indeed a good brandy; not like a traditional style such as a Corellian, more of a cognac. Regardless, he would prefer his homeworld's product. After another sip, he looked around to see who was here so far. A decent crowd, although not the music he was expecting at an event like this, a large amount of Senators, a few military personnel, although not much, and of note was Senator Thanatos and Moff Brandt across the bar, along with her attache, Ryner, and Moff Cole off to the side of them. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Captain Holt dancing with Senator Cera. It took a moment to register this, and his attention was quickly snapped to it...and then again when he attempted to look away. 'It's a human magnet,' he thought to himself before bringing his attention back to those across from him for a moment before looking around some more.

Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group

Hero of the Empire

"I would love to, actually." As she would let him lead her out to the floor, Ilanah would glance to spot Adoven for a brief moment before focusing all of her attention on the man who was dancing with her.

Her next words were formed very carefully. "If nothing is of any trouble for you to do, Your Excellency, I wonder if I might ask a favor? It is not much really...." She started, her voice light and accented with her Chandrilian tone. "Before now I have never been to Coru....pardon....Imperial Center. I wonder if you might make some recommendations for dining and I hear there are some stunning museums....and theater." No, it really was not alot to ask. Of course the request appeared to be completely innocent, as she seemed to be and would continue to appear to be. "I could hardly think of anyone better to ask aside from the man who is in charge."

Ilanah then added, "I want you to know that I am not her, Your Excellency. Traitors have no place here, am I right?" She almost cooed in a low tone as she watched him with her deep, cobalt blue eyes. Things were not always as they appeared, he would know that, but she really needed him to trust her for the moment.

He excused himself from Cole, whom he reassured he would visit in the Abrion sector whenever he was back there, before taking a few steps away to engage Fowlkes in conversation. "What can I do for you, Senator?"

Ja’nar would clear her throat as she became a bit more serious, but that word, was still floating around in her mind. “You are correct in some ways, I have been hurt by many and learned at a very young age that there are only a few people in the galaxy that you can truly trust.” She didn’t trust anyone, especially on the Imperial Center, unless they were one of her three men, Mackey, Anthony, or Milliardo. She had learned as a child that you could not count on anyone but yourself and she seemed to only be proven correct on that statement. “Is it so wrong to be self reliant? To be able to take care of yourself and your people without outside help?” she would bring a hand up to brush her hair back from her face, “In the end, it is not the Empire would will care for my people. It is not the Empire’s burden to do so. It is Garos’ burden. We must be able to take care of ourselves. If we all depended on the Empire, especially for social programs, where would we be? The Empire would be broke and the people suffering.” She would shake her head “I believe we should be able to take care of ourselves and independence is not a bad thing. I should not need to count on this government for everything nor will I. I and the people of Garos would then be nothing more than a parasite like many of the current member systems, we would rather do something, contribute with our strengths and maintain our own identity within the Empire than to become mindless drones like so many.” She would again shake her head as she moves to turn her back to him to look out at the city, a soft sigh coming from her. “We must be able to take care of ourselves because in the end that is the only person who we can truly count on. Everyone will let you down at the end of the day, but you mustn’t ever let yourself down, you must always strive to do better than the day before and I do believe you probably agree with me on that point. Why be someone who is living off the system, when you could be contributing to it, attempting to make it stronger. Independence is not a bad thing.” Ja’nar pondered for a moment was she closed off to the Empire? No. She wouldn’t be here if she was, she would be off funding the rebel groups sprouting up here and there. “I do not believe my heart is closed to the Empire,” she began softly “just not completely warmed up to some of the current policies and the hardliners within the Imperial Senate.” She would rest her elbow on the railing, bending her back slightly, as she rests her chin on her hand looking out at the truly beautiful city, the rain causing a halo effect with all of the usually sparkling lights, “I have always loved the view at night here.”