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  1. “Right away, Your Majesty,” Esmer said with a small smile. She swiped a few documents and started making arrangements as fast as her fingers could type. She followed a respectable distance beside the Queen and quietly nodded as she continued. “Affirmative, I will have the delegates meet you at the training grounds. Additionally, my Queen, as to the delegation, you may be surprised when you meet them. I met them earlier today. They lacked the traditional foibles of their kin. It seems the delegates' time spent as intergalactic diplomats whittled away their isolationist tendencies and vocal affectations. I was baffled myself, considering my previous experience with their kind.” Esmer said with a level tone, tapping a message away and sending it as they continued down the corridors of the Ohma Rune. “Oh, and before I forget, should I have Vihk meet us at the training fields as well? Or resume his patrol?”
  2. __________ Esmer __________ Musing over fields of lavender, Esmer’s icy glare thawed by Namari’s smile. Those beautiful blonde curls framing deep-blue intelligent eyes were impossibly sweet. It seemed an offer of concession, but it was erroneous. The Queen had nothing to apologize for. Esmer acted rashly to assume her place when the Queen did not request her. And, regarding the potentially jaundiced cretin that now plagued their steps, the Queen was the Queen. Esmer could advise, but it was not her place to mandate anything. “Yes. I have three issues that require your attention.” Esmer began after gently clearing her throat. “First, as previously stated, a gungan delegation was off-planet during the attack. They wish to aid us in whatever way they are able. They hoped to address you directly regarding an exchange. I have them waiting just outside the Ohma Rune’s loading dock. Second, I have a few contracts and petitions for you to finalize, consider, or sign regarding reconstruction projects throughout Theed and the outlying habitable territories. Third, we have a large budget to approve multiple projects, and I wanted your thoughts on where to begin. My friend Leialla is combing several markets to see if she can procure supplies to help us with our planet’s missing core. She has experience with black-market deals, which will help if it comes to that. Considering our needs, we may have to consider reaching out to less savory individuals. But we have other issues that will need tending to soon—food, water, shelter, medicine, building materials, and laborers. I checked in on a former associate named Velos Menethil with MEA Enterprises. His company helped to re-make my club, and though he lost his central headquarters on Coruscant, he has since moved to one of his satellite locations in Nubia. They dealt with weapons a year or two ago but have since moved to more general supplies to recoup their losses. He would be a vital contact for our more pressing resource needs. For the moment, these are the only issues that need immediate attention. I have a fundraiser event arranged for tomorrow. And I have asked Vihk to request more mercenaries from the Anika mercenary group to help our position. He also wished to convey that he was available should you need him.” With a soft nod, Bo and Ro quickly came to step behind the group. Their eyes stuck to the Sith, but they managed to mirror Esmer’s gentle posture. The twins were poised to follow when the group decided to leave. __________ Vihk __________ Vihk donned his weather-beaten beskar, sans his buy’ce, eyes swiveling. He bent slightly to replace a capacitor, adjust a lens, and tune the targeting software of a large gun, six of which were at varied locations throughout the cobbled-together market square surrounding the open mouth of the Ohma Rune’s loading dock. He stationed several mercenaries throughout the crowd with their eyes poised for conflict. Vihk himself had his T-21 blaster rifle slung in a low-neutral position. He wasn’t sure this was enough to defeat the Sith, should it come to that, but it would give them time. He positioned a few AniKa mercenaries at varying anchor points to help steer the stampede if things got chaotic. The Sith were greedy. He wasn’t sure if that would help in the long run. But they would help people get out if things got rough. The Mandalorian could not do nothing. Doing nothing felt worse than doing something poorly. When he finished, he climbed down from a scaffold approximately fifty feet from the open mouth of the Mon Cal ship and took a moment to breathe. He stretched his arms out and grunted when he felt something unpleasant pull at his shoulder blade—he’d need to look at that later. He gazed at the remains of the palace. He glanced at the massive expanse of Theed spread out before him and sighed. Vihk knew war. Vihk, like Esmer, was from a time when war was commonplace. If the Sith weren’t fighting the Jedi, the Empire was fighting the Rebels. Sure, the names changed, but it was all the same back and forth. Vihk had earned his retirement several times over. But he owed Esmer, and fighting to restore a devastated planet seemed a good cause. The old soul in a young body gently rested a cigar between his lips, lit the tip, and took a heavy drag. “The words, ‘I’m too old for this shit,’ just don’t seem enough anymore.”
  3. Esmernia could audibly feel the tension congeal. The Sith crept from his hole and lingered among them like a cloud of abhorrent smog. He made a crass gesture–typical of overcompensating male fragility–and blew her a kiss. The Twi’lek’s deep silver eyes, highlighted by the starlight of her contacts, pierced into the Sith with a cold glare. She hadn’t tilted, remaining in her spot against the wall. She wouldn’t move until the Queen chose to depart. But her eyes rose to meet the revolting stray that had been released from his cage. Her will was steel and her expression a silent promise. Esmer carried the burden of war. She wouldn’t lose anyone else if she could help it. Without looking back down at her datapad, Esmer swiped a missive to Vihk, alerting him that the Queen had allowed the ‘dangerous asset’ free roam, asking him to check the ship’s security to guarantee they had ample reinforcements should the need arise. And yet, as she did, her head filled with thoughts of lavender fields frosting over on a cold bitter morning.
  4. Esmernia’s court demeanor was stretched dangerously thin. The Sith before them carved his way through an unsettling multitude of the Queen’s forces–reminiscent of what his kind had done to the planet. As such, his freedom was a delicate issue. Esmer could take the jabs at her character and the scathing wit of those that sought to pull her down. It was hardly original or new. But if that filth put the Queen’s life in danger, Esmer would bring whatever wrath she could to bear against that hideous stain until he was dust beneath her glittering midnight heels. The Queen’s beautiful sapphire eyes looked to Esmer’s meditated stillness with a quiet plea that threatened to break her silence. But it wasn’t Esmer’s place to say. It was the Queen’s decision. Esmer would support it. She gave the Queen a quiet smile and a gentle nod, indicating that she would remain at her friend’s side whatever happened. She’d been determinedly supportive of many before her–many dangerously unhinged–but none were like Namari. Even in the face of a monster, the young Queen sought to mend, repair, and redeem. Foolish though it may have been, Esmer was happy that there was still something of the Queen’s youth that remained amidst the months of smoke and fire that they’d endured. She was happy that there was still hope there. It meant that Esmer’s fight to help rebuild their home was not in vain. Bo and Ro aimed their sights down the hall keeping their eyes peeled and weapons ready as the cell unlocked and opened. Esmer’s expression was stony as she continued typing at her datapad, allotting funds, prioritizing different issues that would need the Queen’s attention, and attending to a multitude of silly administrative duties that came with trying to mend their broken world.
  5. Esmer remained quiet a few steps behind the Queen, leaning against the wall and tapping gently against her datapad to avoid additional noise. Bosco and Rotan briefly looked at their wrists before nodding and going a little further down the corridor. Esmer’s expression was blank. Her midnight blue skin was shrouded by the fluorescent light that shone from above, and her starlit eyes sparkled impassively while she continued her work. Disrespect and vulgar displays were not strange in her line of work, nor were they strange regarding her people and what they’d been through. But, traditionally, such slings were indicative of a bankrupt mind. Those who sought to lash out at anyone did so due to shortcomings and doubts within themselves. Even those who appeared cruel and heartless to their core were plagued by phantoms that they would or could never absolve. They were constantly running from their inadequacy and would not admit, at any point, the weakness of their plight. Esmer knew little about the Sith. But people were people. And hate was hate, regardless of where it came from.
  6. "Yes, your Majesty," Esmer responded with an unaffected concession and a curt nod. A modicum of decorum was demanded to be in the Queen’s company—regardless of position or function—and Esmer was mildly cross with herself for allowing even a single tear to fall for her family. She mourned, and they were gone. Shedding tears now would be no service to them. The queen’s manner suggested offense, but the offense was reasonably justified. Esmer had, no question, interrupted an important moment for the Queen. Though, despite her ire, the Queen did not outright dismiss her, so she positioned herself inches from the wall behind the Queen and quietly processed the Queen’s judgment regarding the gungan delegation to the proper contacts. Her datapad was set to mute, so no sounds came from the Twi’lek as she typed away. Esmer knew little of Namari before this incident. She had been more distant than the queens Esmer knew before her. But her distance was rooted in viable apprehension. Naboo was in tatters due to the Sith onslaught, and it was not likely to see full restoration in Esmer’s lifetime. "Did I kill your lover, Twin-tails?" Bo and Ro—Esmer’s bodyguards—remained silent at the racial insult, but sounds of knuckles popping echoed from either end of the corridor. The slur of the Sith’s voice, as if poured through desiccated lips, failed to elicit a single show of fear or anger. Esmer’s cheeks did not quiver; her nose did not fill with heedless mucus; her eyes weren’t puffy; and her brow was utterly void of sweat. The Twi’lek wiped away the only tear that fell from her otherwise unmarred face with the thumb of her right hand. Her eyes barely acknowledged the Sith over the top of her datapad. But with a minute glance, her starlight silver eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Tough words from a rat in his cage. I wonder what the Queen is going to do with him. Esmer thought to herself. She chuckled a little in her head when the Queen aimed her blaster at the Sith’s kneecap. Without permission to speak more, Esmer remained silent, typing at her pad, arranging fuel shipments, asset deliveries, general goods shipments, and prioritizing other important decisions for the Queen to make when the interrogation was over.
  7. Sweat beaded upon her brow; another successful show under her belt meant more money for the cause. The blue Twi spent a moment or two shaking her muscles out before sending after the Drokka twins. She followed a small crew of makeup professionals back to her green room, and they were out to meet Bo and Ro after a few minutes in a fresh set of formal clothes. It was a practiced routine. She was finished with her work for the day; now it was time to join the Queen and assist in any way possible. The Zabrak followed close behind her as she headed down the corridors toward the brig. As she walked, she was passing paperwork to and fro, levying calls and connections via datapads that were passed back and forth. — Vihk already busied himself lifting massive blocks of stone and aiding refugees in moving goods to and from the ship to makeshift shelters. It would take a lot of time to put this place back together, but Vihk felt a swell of pride with every step. It was always good to put good back into the galaxy. — Bending down one last corridor, Esmer noticed the young queen sitting patiently in front of a cell. She posted Bo and Ro on either end of the hall, indicating that they should keep their eyes peeled, just in case. "Good afternoon, your majesty," Esmernia commented, addressing the Queen with a deep bow before taking a position at her side. "At your earliest convenience, I have a small delegation of Gungan refugees that is eager to make your acquaintance. They are comprised of those that were away from home when the destruction began. I also have some decisions regarding construction companies and a series of other decisions waiting for your consideration. All of that aside, I am overjoyed that you made it out alive." Esmernia bowed her head a little once more, a single tear running down her cheek. “We’ve lost too many. I’m glad we didn’t lose you too.”
  8. Esmernia, in the throes of a diplomatic performance, cowing more of the galaxy’s elite into giving their fortune to the plight, acknowledged the growing discord from her spot backstage. Refugees came and went from the Ohma-Rune, carrying set pieces to and fro, attempting to stitch their lives back together, and the Queen was doing her best to direct them and stand as a symbol to her people. She was a beacon of hope; though a fragile symbol while the stage lights had dimmed. Following the opening act, Esmernia contacted the Nabooian fighter squads that had accompanied them, drawing their attention to the developing conflict that took place center stage. Then, she gave a subtle cue to her bulky Zabrak bodyguards, indicating that they aid in the stevedoring that the refugees busied themselves with and instructing them to intercede should the lives of the refugees or the Queen be in jeopardy. Last, Esmer reminded the ‘old’ man of his promise to provide extra security regarding this mission. The ‘old’ man in question, sitting as a young grizzled face with an old soul, sat toward the ship's open mouth. He watched quietly from the wings as the situation's last moments unfolded. A dusty T-21 with a fresh magazine hanging from its barrel sat across his lap, and he wore his old beskar to the shoulders. He came from Ylesia as a favor to Bill and because he noticed the passion in the Queen’s eyes. He’d been a burden to the galaxy for so long, the least he could do is aid in its reconstruction. With contingencies in place, Esmer anxiously held on to each act of the performance, wishing in her heart for the heroes to persist, withal the persistent affliction that the forces of evil were so callous to provide. The performances were elegant and lethal. It looked as if the phantom would rob the people of their heroine. But as the dust cleared on the last act, the denouement, the Queen was triumphant. Cheers erupted from the downtrodden that the Sith had fed on, and from the refugees that had abandoned their roles and their cargo as soon as shots started firing. There was a gentle flyby as concerned pilots came to check on the performance, saluting their Queen as they resumed their previous flight patterns. Medical personnel flocked from the ship to retrieve the fallen as the Queen instructed, and a small band of Ohma-Run attendants left to retrieve the Ysalamir. The refugees that weren't actively praising their queen with triumphant howls, followed by Esmer’s Zabrak bodyguards, continued their stevedoring. Though there was almost a spring in their step as the refugees returned to their task, The ‘old’ man let his T-21 rest against his chair and walked forward. He gently navigated through the crowd, towering above most of them, and came to stand by the Queen’s side. He scratched at his brown beard for a moment, then kneeled by the young Queen and bowed his head ever so slightly. "Hello, yer highness; the name’s Vihk Ahzinger. I know seeing someone in beskar carries mixed signals in this galaxy of war and conflict--especially mine. But I didn’t stand with my brethren when they committed those atrocities, and I don’t stand with them now. If you’ll have me, I would gladly give my service to you and assist in rebuilding your home. Oh, and Esmer sends her regards on your hard-won victory." Vihk held his right arm over his chest in a practiced salute. The surface of his head and his beaten red armor reflected the beautiful yellow star 'Naboo' as it rose on the horizon.
  9. =- Transmission for Queen Nemari -= First of all, your majesty, I would like to offer my deepest sympathies. As someone who has had to rebuild my entire business and home several times now, I can only imagine what you’re feeling right now. That being said, I had arranged a contingency for just such an occasion. The Ohma-Rune - a refitted Mon Calamari Star Cruiser - is open to you or any refugees needing shelter. It features many amenities and luxuries including a ballroom where I help generate funds for the relief effort. If you ever find yourself or any more of our people in need of support or a place to call home, please don’t hesitate to let me know. I will send a shuttle. Stay safe. Esmernia Langarmie =- Transmission for Queen Nemari -=
  10. A bright advertisement plays over whatever important information was previously playing about the foretelling doom impended by the great Civil War. An announcement is heralded by the entrance of a drop dead gorgeous Blue Twi'lek dancing in front of the camera to the music in the background of the advertisement. "Come one, Come all to the craziest most luxurious hot spot in all of Naboo -- Club Azure!!!" Then, as the words of the announcer conclude, the dancer does a flourish in front of the camera that brings her right hand down and exposes a bit of her right leg as she comes back in to blow a kiss at the camera... "see you there" she says quietly into the microphone as she goes to the back of the studio and pulls up what looks to be white curtains.
  11. Esmernia Langarmie's Character Sheet Last Edited: (03/16/2023) - 2023 Update Identity Stage Name: Esmeralda Birth Name: Esmernia Langarmie (Ez-Mehr-nee-ah Long-Ahr-mee-ay) Birthday: December 10th (or equivalent date in-universe) A.K.A: Esmer, Emmie, Emmalyn, Lana Birthplace: Naboo Homeworld: Naboo Species: Twi’lek Physical Description Face claim: Gal Gadot Age: 30 Height: 1.83 m / 72 in Weight: 74.84 kg / 165 lbs Body Type: Dancer's build (regarding muscle-mass) // Hourglass (pear-heavy) Gender: Cis (Cisgender) Woman - Femme presenting Lekku: Long ~ 1.02 m / 36.3 in - Perfectly smooth (Due to care and product maintenance) Eye Color: 'starlight' silver (digital contacts make her eyes sparkle like stars) Skin Color: midnight blue Skin Markings/Deformities/Tattoos: The Sigil of the Naboo is featured quietly on her back. It is in subtle blues to stand out from her darker hued skin, because vibrant tattoos can take away from a visual performance. But if you look for it, you can see the symbol as it stands, taking up most of her back with the center of the tattoo lying across her spine. Equipment Clothing or Armor: During showtime: All manner of revealing--and not--dance wear/jewelry. Her style fits into something called 'Modern Cabaret,' which uses different modern effects and illusions to complete the spectacle. But her shows are not just about the clothes or the women. Each performance is a dazzling feast for the senses. She tends to dance in darker colors, but she does use a fair share of shimmering and glistening fabric. During downtime: Esmer has a plethora of robes and lounge-wear consisting of anything from fine starlight silver silk to soft grey cotton. You can't be on all the time, right? During meetings/formal time: Ironically, Esmer prefers the strong profile that a pantsuit or uniform gives her. Though that doesn't stop her from adding her own flair to them. After all, as long as its not against regulation or offensive to the eyes, it's fair game. She even has some uniforms with armor padding, but usually the pads are thick cloth or leather and not good for prolonged use in a fire fight. Weapons: The SoroSuub ELG-3A blaster pistol - Originally, Esmer did not carry a weapon. But after the first assault on her club by the Black Sun and the Sith, she made a point to acquire and take her silver plated SoroSuub with her everywhere. She's an okay shot and will still rely on her bodyguards if it comes to a real fight, but thanks to some training, she's not completely defenseless anymore. General Inventory: - She has a data pad that stores holovids of all the dances she's created and or been influenced by. This is to give new and aspiring dancers a reference to her techniques and it reminds her why she likes to dance. - She carries a few credit sticks with her (on her bodyguards), that are worth quite a bit. - She carries a comm-link ==> It weighs 2.27 kg. It features encryption routines, frequency search controls, sound reproduction matrices, silence projectors, and built-in ports for data transmission. She conceals it as best she can and uses it to update her bodyguards if they've been dispatched, to contact the Queen, or to contact the Ohma-Rune. - She carries a Datapad and several other electronic devices to assist her in her daily duties as a liaison and loyalist of the planet Naboo and its people. Faction Information Non-Force User Dark Side/Gray/Light Side: N/A Alignment: Neutral Good Current Faction Affiliation: Naboo // Sovereign Alliance // Chommell Consortium Current Faction Rank: Liason // Loyalist Known Skills Non-Force Skills: Speaking - From her charming personality to her brilliant appearance, Esmer has a way of getting what she needs if she needs it. Dance - Esmer is a master of her craft. Her movements are an extension of her spirit as much as they are an extension of her body. Singing - A crystal clear alto voice gives her an edge with sultry and velvety vocal performances. Performing - Showmanship and knowledge of the mechanical elements of a show are just as important as a stellar voice and spectacular dancing. Background Genealogy Father: Halvath Langarmie < Deceased > Mother: Veritha Langarmie < Deceased > 'Uncle': Riordan Monahue < Deceased > Assets The Ohma Rune - This is currently her biggest asset. All of her clubs and houses have been decimated. Liquid Assets: 15b+ credits (She inherited her 'uncle's fortune, her parent's modest sums, and she has had much success regarding tips and gifts from adoring fans). (That said, most of her liquid assets go toward and are going to go toward rebuilding Naboo) ~~ I want to dance among the stars! ~~ Born a slave on Naboo, Esmer was treated like all the others and forced to live a normal life under the thumb of harsh solitude and the careless stupidity of those that watched over her. It wasn't until the day that she and her parents were bought by a member of the Nabooian elite that her future started to change. This was when Esmer was about 5 years old. Esmer's new owner was a kind man. Despite his upbringing, he had a soft heart. He had earned his fortune through a dash of cunning, ambition, and excellent entrepreneurial skills. He treated Esmer's family as if they were indeed family, and it was through her owner's generosity that her curiosity was allowed to take flight. Eventually she flocked to the study of dance, and her benefactor supported her the whole way. He invested in singing lessons, dancing lessons, and etiquette lessons, as well as dresses and fine jewelry. Her parents urged her to find a viable trade, but Esmer's benefactor (her 'uncle') did not stop aiding her in private, supporting her dreams and helping her find her way. Her 'Uncle' was the reason she had the capital to buy her first club, and was the foundation for her building her own fortune over decades of navigating the entertainment industry. She's attended major events and held performances all across the galaxy, but due to her uncle and the kind people that supported her, Naboo would forever be her home. The first destruction of Club Azura The Club was much like any of the other cantinas on Naboo, and it rested on the outskirts of Theed atop a large hill, overlooking a majestic waterfall that cascaded brilliantly into a lake that accented the night sky in a romantic haze of pleasant beauty. The theme of the Cantina was most certainly given by its name, because every shade of blue found its place in the club's interior. There were blue mood lights, blue fire candles (mechanically rendered), blue light ampules, and ornate wall carvings adorning the walls, showing intricate designs of waves as they crashed on the shore. There were even large aquarium tanks that stood as pillars adjoining the dining tables and booths to give it a fairly liquid feel. https://jedirp.net/topic/2394-club-azura-naboo/#comment-230459 ( Please do not feel bad, this kerfuffle was back when we were all a bit more immature. But it is an event that happened in her past) The destruction of Coruscant The epic wave of violence and chaos did not consume Esmer or the Zabrak twins. They managed to evacuate safely along with the few other patrons from the Last Call. But her interim stint at the Last Call did not prove to bear fruit as the planet's moon came crashing down. The second destruction of Club Azura The Sith, seeking blood as they always do, wreaked a path of destruction that took away everything that Esmer held sacred. Her family home was destroyed, her 'uncle' was murdered, and her club, which had been newly refurbished, was decimated. But Esmer wasn't one to let the demons keep her down. She contacted some of her fans within the rebel military and commissioned a Mon Cal capital ship named The Ohma-Rune. This ship would be retrofitted with a ballroom for fundraising the Nabooian relief efforts, a large living facility for refugees saved from the fire of their burning home world, and a medical facility to take care of any sick or wounded. Some facilities remained in place for utilitarian, administrative, and/or military purposes, like the brig and a few mess halls. But Esmer intended The Ohma-Rune—named after her 'uncle's favorite moon, the first moon of Naboo—to be a way to save her people and aid in the eventual reconstruction of her home. Esmernia's Bodyguards Identity Birth Name(s): Bosco and Rotan Drokka A.K.A: Bos and Rot, Ro and Bo, The Zabrak, The Drokka brothers Birthplace: Corellia (Coronet) Homeworld: Naboo Species: Zabrak Physical Description Face claim Age: 33 Height: 6' 5" Weight: 275lbs (build -- muscular/ visibly big and tone underneath) Hair: Matching long black pony tails off the back of their heads. Eyes: Chestnut Brown Gender : Cis Men Skin Color: Ruddy tan/heavily callused hands Skin Markings/Deformities/Tattoos: Rotan has a claw mark tattoo on his face that goes from top left to the bottom right of his face. His brother Bosco has the opposite. It is the only way to physically tell the two of them apart. Equipment Clothing or Armor: Bosco and Rotan both wear large tactical armor that covers most of their limbs. But the armor still leaves areas of the body open for contact. This is for the purpose of more movement and better flexibility, lest they need to react quickly. These suits of tactical armor are made from thick padding and plastoid materials to help prevent physical and immediate (not sustained) blaster/slugthrower attacks. The armor also allows them to wear suits over the top so they both look like solid sheets of black as they stand behind Esmer, bookending her. Weapon: - Bosco carries a plasma cannon and a blaster pistol. - Rotan Carries Two vibro blades and a blaster rifle. Common Inventory: - They have nothing to their names but a comm with a line directly to their employer at all times. - However, they do carry Esmer's belongings when asked. Faction Information Non-Force Users Alignment: Wherever Esmer goes Current Faction Affiliation: Naboo // Sovereign Alliance // Chommell Consortium // Esmer Current Faction Rank: Bodyguards Known Skills Echani Training Mandalorian Training Basic Military Training Background Bosco and Rotan are incredibly capable fighters. They were raised on Coronet by harsh parents. And without much to fall back on, they ended up living a life of crime. The two of them were routinely used for their size and strength for illicit activities: bare-knuckle boxing, gambling, bouncing, spice trading, etc. They've seen their fair share of the galaxy's criminal element. And you might think Esmer's relationship with them is purely economic, but it is a lot more sweet than the brothers let on. They are incredibly tight-lipped and don't disclose any information unless they feel it is necessary. They approach every operation with quiet professionalism and are very serious when dealing with others. However, when it comes to Esmer, they dote on her and act more like big brothers than mindless drones. If you want to know more, feel free to ask. Other Known Associates - Vihk Ahzinger of Clan Ordo - 'Big Will' 'Bill' William Natronus || Formerly of Black Sun || Scavenger, Inventor, Con Man, Mastermind, and Nomad [and by extension Bill's known associates] - Queen Memara <deceased> - Queen between Memara and Namari <deceased> - Queen Namari - Velos Menethil and associates - AniKa: "Mercs who matter!" - Leialla Clia Madornja || Former Major Domo to Dorjdooba the Hutt
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