GOMM-Ball

[Jeron Verity]

GOMM-Ball​

Ballroom​

Left Side

Right Side​

Session Area (Standing around, talking, greeting)

High Quality Buffet​

Waiter Area (They bring around any requested drinks and appetizers)

Fancy and comfortable Tables and chairs​

Center area is reserved open space for dancing. There is no limited music here, all you need to do to request music is speak to the orchestrated band on stage. However, by default, classicals are on until special requests. However, this is a majority rules decision, so a request can be cancelled by other guests. This is supposed to reduce tension, not encourage it.​

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgpJVI3tDbY[/youtube]​

Upon arrival... when entering the Hangar, you may land anywhere in the hangar. It is requested temporary access to the ship you use to land in so it may be properly positioned somewhere in the hangar out of the way of others who are landing. If this ship holds sensitive information, it is requested you have an individual who can land it in the appropriate area instead so that there is no possible distrust. It is always a good idea to keep a guard in the ship or have security systems. We can accommodate small freighters and transports. For this event, the hangar is evacuated for our guests. If you, however, choose to dock with the ship, it is requested after the guest as entered the Protector Destroyer, the guests ship undocks and resides somewhere in the protected area. Upon arrival from the airlock, a waiter or waitress shall escort you and can prepare any orders you may have so they may be ready upon arrival in the Grand Ballroom. Please, only carry concealed weapons if you have to, and let an attendee know you have one. You will not be ratted out, but this is to ensure your safety. Please only use weapons in self-defense. We think it is better to allow you these weapons so you are not left absolutely defenseless in the event of an attempted attack. Nothing should happen, but we unfortunately can not guarantee anything... Upon arrival, activation codes will be given to each invited guest to their Support Frigate, which will be located within their factions territory, their company's headquarters, or a convenient area where they may be reached. Skeleton Crews of clones are assigned to these vessels should you wish to have it sent elsewhere. Also a gift knife will be given to every guest compliments of House Thul Estates, who will also be advertising a weapon of theirs on display in the mingling area (Left side of hall).​

Only allowed weapons are concealed melee, such as knives or extendable staffs/stavves and canes. If you have projectile or large melee weapons, please hand them over to an attendee and they will keep them held within an armory, available to you in any emergency. It is extremely requested and not okay to attempt any assassinations, and any individual attempting to do so will be arrested and taken into custody. As this is neutral territory, GOMM is not able to exactly do anything, but we will detain the individual until the Ball is over. In which case, we may hand the offender over to who they intended to offend. That means, especially, if any bald individuals with a barcode on their neck are sighted, all attendee's will be alerted.​

Event Times​

For the first few hours, guests will be able to mingle, have dinner or lunch (Eat as much as you wish, take home a few boxes when it is all over), enjoy a refreshing beverage, and even dance if they would like. In the second half of the event, a speech will be held by the head of GOMM. After the speech, any and all questions may be asked. You may eat and continue to mingle, but it is requested to do so in a hushed tone. After the event concludes, all invited delegates will receive tickets to a luxury resort to Tropix Island Resort. GOMM guards will attend to ensure everyones protection from wildlife and any party poopers. This is where the after party will be held, and this is where the suits come off to enjoy a wild party of drinks and wild music, all by the beach, or in the water! The resort has been entirely bought out, so enjoy at least 3 days of private luxury! This is a great time especially for faction leaders to unwind and relax. Get a massage, take a breather, you've earned it (Will be a separate thread)​

GOMM Attendant Dressing

Spoiler

Officers are obvious by their short mantle (cape). waiters and Waitresses are dressed in the normal attendants clothing, and guards are obvious by their patrolling, standing guard, and their short mantle.

For those who can not attend, a hosted and paid for HoloNet Live channel has been reserved for this occasion. A very small (single crewman, a camera-man) will quietly go around the ball every now and then to capture shots. If you request to not be caught on camera, or have your face blurred, there is no problem with this and you can be avoided. The Camera will be muted until the speech begins, and the only sound on the holonet channel will be the music the band is playing. (Those who were invited but can not attend may roleplay as watching the HoloNet channel. Those who were not invited, please refrain from posting here.)​

Spoiler

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Valiens Nantaris"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Saverok the Unleashed"] [member="Amnell de Portiers"]

OOC​

 

[Elaine Thul]

Elaine arrived in a elegant purple dress, and a handful of staff who were busy setting up her display. All her weapons that she had brought were little more than replicas, so they could not be used, but if gave good indication of what they were about. She had them set up on a wall, so people could browse at them at their leisure. This was strategically located near the bar, so people would definitely see it when they went for a drink. She had not brought her lightsaber, as she did not want to offend her host [member="Galven Solomon"]. She was mainly after meeting people from the various factions opposed to the one sith, as they were the people who might be interested in buying her wears.

She had two people who jobs it was to look after the fake weapons, though the armour was the real ones. She also had her deal of fifteen MkiI infantry armour delivered to her host, so he had been paid. Her next job was to persuade people to buy from her, after all that was the point of tonight from her. She waited near the bar to see who came in, and who she should try and talk to, she wa mainly after a military type. As they would be most interested in armoury, not a socialite or pacifist Jedi. Though any senator might be of use as well, this was her first chance to sell arms on whole sale, she hoped it worked.

 

[Matreya]

Damien Daemon arrived in a silent toil. He had only days before come to find that he bore a son that he had no remembrance of. Yet the lad bore his techniques in crafting Beskar, many of his talents were also similar to Damien's own, such as Trakata. But that meant the life he had long ago forgotten, had been far more filled than he was to believe it had been...

A son...

"Sir?"

Damien was shaken from his thoughts by the words of another whom approached from within, "I have a plus one that is stowing my ship. He should be here shortly."

The man nodded, "Of course sir. I can have him sent to follow you upon arrival."

Damien nodded and went after the man towards the innards of the ship. Straightening his tie, the Ancient Sith relished the textures of his suit for a moment. Crafted of the finest Val'halan silk, it was worth enough to furnish a home for a year.

 

[Matreya]

Samael silently moved from the bay where each ship had been docked. His father's was now among them, and he was being led into the main room by the same man to show his father around. Reaching into his Jacket pocket, Samael pulled free a candy whichhe popped into his mouth.

Slowly loosing the straps that tightened his jacket, he then released the buttons, and let it spread wide to reveal the suit beneath. He had come as he always did: prepared. Hidden along the innermost of the jacket lining was an alchemical blade that had been dipped in the same Fear Poison utilized on his fathers weapon. Plus the Jacket could take most any damage and deal little to him, thanks to the properties instilled by his father.

He also didn't warn anyone about the blade nor a hidden blaster set against his spine, tucked into the waistline of his pants. The blade was hidden from sight by the jacket combined with the Spell of Concealment, while the gun was outright impossible to note with his coat on. As it was, the coat wasn't coming off either so both would remain undetected until the time for their need arose.

"Your father is that gentleman there, yes?" Said his guide.

Samael remained silent, nodding then moving past the man towards a man serving drinks at a bar, "Bottle of Scotch." He said as he placed a credit chip on the ledge.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

The Nubian star yacht seemed resplendent against the eternal starlight.

The silver skin of the ship that had served generations of Naboo's royality now ferrying the former senator of Republic Cyrillia into the hangar. Though not as prestigious a job as had been that of senior senator to the Galactic Senate, the former politician and civil rights attorney had nonetheless landed on his feet in a job that no doubt came with the security of an auriodium parachute should he opt to leave the job. At least now he didn't have to worry about some random Sith invasion leaving him without a job, though the economic markets could be equally unpredictable and perhaps even more harsh than the Dark Lord himself.

As the President of a little known investment bank on Druckenwell, the Gungan served on the board of directors for the Corellia Digital Corporation as both general counsel and chief financial officer. That meant he had his hands in everything from debts to dividends, invoices to investments. He'd also come to serve as the more public face of the communications and data management company that had emerged out of Sith controlled Corellia to become a stalwart supporter of both the Silver Sanctum Coalition and the Galactic Overwatch Military Minarchy.

[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] received all the credit for the corporate success as the CEO of the company. But, for all intents and purposes, the Gungan ran the day to day business of the company. Securing new income, managing the portfolio, overseeing the accounts... He was the administrative counterpart to [member="Marque"], the Zeltron engineer who ran the company's R&D.

It made the company a rather colorful addition to the galactic landscape. A Jedi Master, a former Rebel Alliance freedom fighter, and a former Republic senator.

Impeccably dressed in a suit from the prestigious Barrington Brothers tailors on Threed's own Wall Street, the lanky figure of the Gungan strode into the room like an amphibian who owned the place. His eye stalks shifted as he took in the room. Before him was the only battlefield he had ever known, as the lawyer had learned to think strategically when navigating soirees such as this one.

As the saying went, business is war.

 

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Samael"] [member="Jon Jon Nemo"]


It was still the beginning of the Ball, but only a few had showed so far. He was hoping for the factions to arrive, but at least the few that had arrived he had a sense of knowing. He was told the man that assisted him in the defense of Sekalus had attended with his son, the merchant also with their new weapons and his attendants had accepted the armor as the initial payment which was sent to the cargo hold, and the representative of Corellia Digital, representative of the individual that had helped him and his company out so much. Tonight was a new night, a very special night. It could mean a fast growth to GOMM and its company, or a near halt to their progression. It was also the night he was coming out of his shell, and would no longer be hiding.

He was Galven no more, no longer this alias, this facade, it was... as true as he could finally be. It seemed that those few who he had needed to attend were not here yet, so he would wait until either they arrived to come out, or simply wait to do the speech and confess to his identity. Even his faction disagreed with this idea, being told the past, and his most trusted friends who knew him that kind of personally did not like it very much. But Galven was little different from Jeron, his real self; he was not a liar. He always kept his word and tried to be better, to help others. "Are you ready to meet the guests, sir?" A crewman asked.

"No, Officer, not yet. If others arrive, do tell me. But for now, I must prepare the speech that will either be the enriched fertilizer on our seed, or the inevitable and spendidly horrific end."

The crewman agreed and gave words to the attendants. If any guests would ask where Galven was, the attendants would tell them he is preparing himself and fitting his new formal uniform. At this time, some private delegates of GOMM and GOMM Industrial had entered the ballroom. Formally of course, they were respectful to the other delegates if they wanted to speak to them.

 

[Amnell de Portiers]

Amnell arrived quietly, without staff or any frills really. [member="Sear"] no doubt would be around somewhere to keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe. Otherwise she'd seem to just be a normal gal, an engineer and nothing more coming to a grand party.

Her dress a pale purple, something rather simple. And even in that she felt a bit awkward. She was much more comfortable in a simple tank top and jeans all stained with oils and the like from her work with droids. These kind of events had never been her thing. However, given the direct invite from Galven and all he had done for her thus far, Amnell didn't feel she could turn it down. She of course carried no weapons. Few would do her much good anyway and a bit too large to conceal beneath her gown.

With a soft sigh the young woman stepped into the ballroom. The territory was so unfamiliar to her, so foreign. This wasn't her forte things like this. Slowly, masking a fair bit of pain extremely well, giving virtually no sign of the horrific disease she carried, the brunette crossed the room to head for the bar. A simple drink she felt was needed to at least help her relax and ease some of the anxiety she felt about being here.

"Just a glass of wine, please." She asked one of the waitstaff, waiting patiently for them to return with her chosen drink. With that the woman turned back to look over the room. There weren't too many guests present just yet, but enough for her to curiously watch for a little while. Just observing simple interactions could give a lot away about a person. At the very least, despite feeling incredibly out of place, it might turn out to be an interesting evening.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | [member="Galven Solomon"]

 

[Nicademus Blith]

Nicademus' shuttle landed in the shuttlebay of the ship. He wore a tuxedo, with a red tie. In his pocket he had a switchblade, finely crafted, hopefully he wouldn't have to use it. Nicademus stepped inside the ballroom. Jeron used to go by a different name, but it turned out it was all a facade, but that did not matter to him, as long as he was somewhat like the man he knew, it would not matter to Nicademus.

Nicademus went over to the bar, and sat down, a quick drink or two before he started talking to people wouldn't hurt.

"Just a scotch, please." He said to the barkeep.

[member="Amnell de Portiers"]
[member="Galven Solomon"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Jeron Verity"] |

The Sun Guards of Sojourn had once been a band of marauding mercenaries, who had taken odd jobs for hire across the Outer Rim Territories. Led by a single Stellar Tribune, known as Leon Argas, they were contacted eight years ago by a Sith Lord. Together, they met on the Hunter's Moon and fell into the Sith's service. Since that day, they had guarded that same Sith Lords home on Sojourn, whilst carrying the odd job for her outside of the Sojourn system. It just so happened that they were on another odd job for that same Sith Lord.

The Initium came to a stop near the Genesis-class Protector Destroyer, where the venue was being held. Sat at the helm of the modified Star Courier, Argas hailed the Genesis and said: "This is Leon Argas of the Initium, on behalf of Alicia Drey. We are requesting permission to dock with your ship." Reclining in his seat, Leon turned his gaze to one of his Legionnaires. "Tell Lord Ayra that we have arrived."

"At once," replied the Legionnaire. Rising from his seat, he entered the back of the vessel, where Alicia was preparing herself for the ball. "My Lord? We have arrived at the coordinates you gave us. We have hailed the Genesis and are waiting permission to dock."

Behind the veil that had been put up, so that the Sun Guards could not get a look in on their Master as she changed, Alicia said: "Good." Waiting for a few more seconds to see if she said anything more, the Sun Guard turned when it became clear she had nothing more to say to him. Entering the cock pit, he lowered himself into the co-pilots seat and waited for the Genesis to respond.

 

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Alicia Drey"]


|NPC Post|


The bridge crew of the Genesis were almost literally doing nothing, except coordinating security and flight paths, therefore they had a slightly reduced crew, but still guarded. As the hail was picked up for request to dock, the crewman lit up to the controls. It was odd to here an invited be represented so outwardly, but most shrugged it off as the Factions would probably appear this way. The crewman wouldn't think it was weird if at least a ship was registered before hand, but security was on point anyway.

"Greetings Initium, this is the Genesis-class. Your invited guest checks out, you are free to dock on either side of the ship. The side you choose we will begin preparations. Be gentle, she's still new." the comms cut out, giving permission to the ship

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Jeron Verity"] |

Leon leaned in to reply but noticed that the line had been severed. He was about to turn and tell his co-pilot to ask his Master which side to dock with, only to see that she was standing behind them in the cockpit. He hadn't even heard or felt her entering the cabin. It still continued to give him a slight chill along the back of his spine. She was the only woman he ever knew to be able to sneak up behind. It made him feel nervous.

"Take us to the left side," Alicia said, placing one hand on the back of Leon's seat and the other on the co-pilots. She remembered the guidelines that GOMM had set out for the ball and she was eager to get into the thick of it. For the past eight years, she had been using venues such as this to meet new contacts and create new alliances, picking and choosing who was the most useful to further her own agendas and the GOMM ball was no different.

The Initium begun to move, as Leon moved the ship towards the left docking port. Moving the Star Courier into position, the ship was guided by GOMM into the position that had been allocated for Alicia Drey. Parking the ship in her spot, Leon disengaged it's impulse engines. "Argas. I want the PDF to be active whilst we are on this ship. You and the other Sun Guards are to stay on board. Nobody gets in and nobody leaves. Understood?"

"Completely, my Lord." Leon bowed his head and the Sun Guard beside him followed suit. Turning, Alicia made her way out of the cockpit and opening the hatch that revealed the outside. A landing ramp descended from within the Initium to the ground, allowing her to climb down and into the Genesis. As soon as Alicia climbed off, Leon retracted the ramp and closed the door. He then climbed out of his seat and moved to activate the PDF device installed on board the Initium. A dampening field extended around the Star Courier, making it impossible to be scanned.

Moving away from her ship, Alicia made her way into the area allocated for socialization and seating. Her eyes moved across the room, searching for her next acquisition.

 

[Matreya]

Damien felt a tingle up his spine. Something familiar was in the air. With his power huddled deep inside of him, almost impossible to sense through Art of the Small, he couldn't figure it out. So he released a minute amount, scanning the area..

He grinned to himself, clamping down on the power once again.

If he was correct, that was Ayra... It had been many years since they last encountered each other. He had been in a new form, so she was not aware of whom she had conversed with. It always amused him to imagine the man who had betrayed her trust had been within reach, but she had not been able to sense it was him. Nor would likely do so now, as Damien had a new body, yet again, and wouldn't show himself...

Or would he..?

Grabbing a random drink from a passing waitstaff, he walked towards the incoming Lord. Once ample distance was approached, he made it seem he tripped over his own feet, falling in her direction with the alcoholic drink splashing freely toward her.

"Golly'g'goodness ma'am, that was mighty impolite. I do so hope you accept my apologies! I'm just the biggest clutz ya ever did meet!" Damien practically gushed, using a higher tone to his voice combined with the insane accent.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Darth Pikiran"] |

Alicia turned her gaze to the man. She did not recognize him. But she was sure for the briefest of moments that she had felt someone she believed dead. Damien 'Northstar' Daemon had been a Mandalorian turned Sith who had been recruited to join Darth Pandeima in her plans. Initially, he was supposed to be a member of a cult that would have served Pandeima and her apprentice, whose focus would have been to hatch a scheme to enter Otherspace and build an Empire within it. The purpose of this Empire would have been to construct a fleet so vast and powerful, that the Galaxy would have been overwhelmed. But the cult had not come to fruition; the Otherspace drive that Pandeima sought to create was never created; and Damien had betrayed them both, supplying Rave Merrill with key information to their true identities and activities.

Frowning for a moment, she allowed herself to relax. It was impossible. Damien was not alive. Merrill had killed him within his own home on Tatooine, thus solving the betrayal that he had wrought upon her and her Master. Locking her gaze with Pikiran, Alicia asked: "You're quite welcome. Might I ask who you might be?"

 

[Matreya]

(Tatooine? Merrill? Lol I have to look for my old threads! The only deaths I remember properly on Damien were on random planets done by NPCs!)

Damien continued with the charade, "Well missus, I am that there Stephen King! Ya may have heard o' me! I hear I makes the spookiest stories this side of the Mississippi!" He pondered a moment where he had heard this made up information before breaking character to look at his writer ludicrously. After ample glares were given to the idiotic man, Damien returned to character and continued, "Please, won't ya let me speak with ya abit in one of those there gorgeous looking rump stations?" Without waiting for an answer, he attempted to put his arm around her and guide her to a seat.

"Geezus I just sa' sorry, I do hope ya don' get to upset ovah ruined dress ups!" He said.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Elaine watched the man trip over himself in front of the woman, and spill his drink on her. She just shook her head and made a mental note, not sell him any weapons. She looked around the room, and saw a gungan she was not sure, but she thinks he might be a politician. She decide to go up and talk to him, and see if he had any control over weapon contracts. She head over to him, and gave a polite nod and extended her hand. We have not met, I am Elaine Thul, and you are? Her voice was pleasant, and hoping to get his attention for more than just a little while.

[member="Jon Jon Nemo"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Darth Pikiran"] |

Alicia unlocked her arm from 'Stephen King' and looked over at the ludicrous man. Not worth my time, she thought to herself. "Sorry. I have to visit the bathroom." Turning away before the idiot could stop her, Alicia made her way to the nearest bathroom, so as to tend to her dress. Not even two minutes into this thing and I've already had some idiot ruin it for me. Keeping her thoughts to herself, she disappeared into the women's bathroom and begun to clean the drink off her dress.

 

[Matreya]

Damien grinned widely, wanting for a long drawn out second to simply unleash the raw power he had gained since last they met. At that time he was simply a Knight, one of more power than the average, but still only that. Since then the power had driven him to reach heights few dreamt of.

Thumbing the center of his palm, Damien contemplated revealing his hidden weapon. But in the end he chose to not quite do so, instead he walked midst a group of party goers. Once it would be relatively improbable to single him out, his released the hold on his power slightly once more.

This time though it held a different purpose: Dimension Shift. Slowly drawing the masterwork blade Lymmahtun back from the subatomic locale it occupied, he let it cease when it was barely larger then a toothpick. Holding it in his palm, he ignored the small cut that occurred, while then funneling energy from the Force at a rate faster than had he bore assistance from nearly any other created accelerating tool.

Closing his eyes, Damien then added in a drain from his Spirits, which turned his eyes to luminescent lavender. The closing though prevented the revealing of said light. Any in the room that bore Force sensitivity would instantly begin to feel the vortex swirling around the Force Walker.

While doing so, Damien watched through his senses. Once Ayra came within the vicinity again, hopefully seeking the maker of the power, Damien would clamp his tightest hold over the power he had.

The fun of this hide and seek being his persona. Should she follow the trail and even narrow it down to him, she would need to believe then that a redneck hick - whatever that means - was behind the power surge.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Matreya]

Samael snapped his head upward, spinning on the spot. His father was powering up. Full tilt as well, not just some meager draw. Sam was surprised to feel his fingers twitch, as a sign of wanting the hilt of his blade in hand. But he remained calm. With no one obviously panicked, there must be some cause to it.

Casting the only Spell he knew well, Samael vanished from sight thanks to the Concealment. It was a difficult ability to uphold, so he used all of the speed he possessed, in the fashion of growing his wings in seconds - an excruciating step mind you - then launching into the air. This was his natural talent, inherent to his genetic coding, to be able to take flight easily. Hence he coasted well above the heads of others as he soared down the large room, until he saw his father...

The man was obviously playing a game! He was surrounded by people, but not talking to a single one! Growling lightly, Samael sighed then landed while beginning to retract his appendages once more. He too released the Spell of Invisibility. Didn't need to expend more power than necessary.

Frak! Samael thought as he realized he left his drinks unattended. So he rushed back to get it.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

A young lady sprang up from out of the crowd.

She looked like money and smelled like beautiful. Accepting her hand in his own, the Gungan gave a bow in greeting. "Enchanté, Miss Thul," Jon offered in reply. He still had the Gungan inflection in his voice, and a few 'Gunglish' quirks to his basic. "Meesa Jon Nemo," he supplied in kind, having trained himself to give his name as a human would.

Straightening back up, the Gungan's head turned to survey the room before looking back at the woman. "Pleasant evening, isn't it?"

[member="Elaine Thul"]​

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="Jon Jon Nemo"]

Yes it is, I was wondering how the arms I donated to gungan people on naboo where of any use? This was little while ago, and she was unsure he would know or not. Though it would be good way to start a conversation, about her company seeing to her this was a business trip. not just a social. Though some networking was always necessary, just not with the guy who spilt the drink over that poor woman who had such a nice dress. He would have to talk to one of her reps, though she could see some of them were busy with a couple of people. Then a waitress came by, and she took a glass of dry white wine. She did hope this gun gan could help her get an arms deal, or point her towards who could.