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The time had come, it seemed. The party was nearing its late point, and he knew he needed to get things going... he couldn't wait any longer. "
Who else has arrived, Officer?" Jeron asked, looking at the officer guarding the door in the reflection of the mirror he was staring at as he made sure his dress attire was at its peak. "It seems the Jedi Order were the last to arrive, one of them registered as their major Delegate." This made Jeron smile a little, honestly he knew it would be intensively hard to get any major organization to take him seriously, but the Jedi Order always had admirable qualities. "
Good, I'll be heading out soon. Do another security sweep to ensure our guests safety." he said as he turned around, "
It's time to... as they say... get this show on the road, yes?" He grinned equally with his crewman as they both understood the gesture. The Officer opened the door and held it for Jeron, "After you, Imperator. Good luck, we're counting on you." Jeron gave him a nod and continued through the door, he was in the room behind the stage, and all that was needed now was to climb up onto said stage.
A tone suddenly sounded as Jeron slowly took to the center of the stage; it was low enough not to be a negative sound, just an attention getter. But it was loud enough to be heard over the conversations being held.
Sounding tone, ending the band music
Custom tailored, expensive as hell, and maybe a little over-dressed, Jeron wanted to impress... or as the old name would give rise to... Galvanize the audience.
Jeron, as nervous as ever, was walking out onto the stage with his 'new face,' but it was more like an old face. He was exposing himself
again, and back then it destroyed everyone he loved. Here's hoping it would end better, if it had to end... "
Greetings everyone, first off, I'd like to thank everyone who attended this event this evening. As you can imagine, little military groups don't get much attention, or are taken seriously in the tactical game of 'who controls this planet,'" he said as a horrible joke, the obvious anxiety showing. It was less being nervous as more of being afraid of what the future held, and he wanted to make the best of it. "
For some of you... this be the first time you've ever met me. For the rest of you who have met me, you may be confused by my appearance, in more ways than one. Allow me, please, to first speak upon why I asked you all here, and then... I shall explain myself."
Jeron took a deep breath and clasped his hands together so they wouldn't be all over the place and he could worry about less, taking the audience in for a moment. "
GOMM. Galactic Overwatch of Military Minarchy. A bold sounding name, maybe threatening. Not in the aspect that we have weapons and you should fear us, but because of how it sounds, its potential. It doesn't sound as calm and friendly as the Jedi Order. Even though, respectively, the Jedi have always given off an intimidation that shows when they protect someone. It is true, GOMM has an Imperial background, in fact... it has deeply rooted Republic values. My people and I, we want nothing more than to assist you, in any way we can. You see, as the banner suggests, we are the Galactic Guard. We do not hold our own territories, instead we protect others. We protect the innocents from tyranny and cruelty, those who wish to tear down our civilities and moral codes, and replace them with obedience and control. GOMM is becoming very powerful, in fact in the next few months, more Company openings will allow for far better ship production, in quality... and quantity. And I will be able to have these ships manned, by a clone army I plan to create to protect every innocent soul that accepts our aid. We are the taskforce that lives next door, we are the shield when you are caught afar, I want GOMM to... I want it to stop the pain and anguish the galaxy has gone through for ...an amount of time that is so staggering. As far back as one can study, the Rakata first tried to enslave us. In another time, the Sith tried to dominate every world in the galaxy and incite their ultimate rule. Then... the Galactic Empire, almost having its way, before the plague eventually came into play by a terrorist. So what I am asking, is alliances, agreements, contracts and the like, to ensure our friendship. Make no mistake, I am not to replace your armies, nor am I the icon for your people. We are the reinforcement to every campaign you hold. In defense, or offense, to push the enemy back. To the company owners here, I request cooperation with GOMM Industrial to support each others growth and expansion, To work together in this times, instead of resorting to competition like barbarians. To the factions and organizations, allow us to work together to help protect those we care about. While you are off fighting the war on the front, preventing the enemy from reaching your home, allow GOMM to reinforce their safety, and eliminate your worries about any possibilities of family or friends suddenly suffering."
Jeron exhaled, taking a moment as he closed his eyes as he finished his major part of his speech, but now for the scary part of all this. "
Now, if I may hold your attention once more. The reason why I look so different. Please, do not be afraid as I tell you a story of agony, war, and a lifetime you could barely imagine. I am, what many have called, an Energy Vampire. I have been alive... for several, several millennia. I stay strong through feeding on the life force of others. Although I have rarely done it since the Old Republic days, causing me to be very weak, I still do it." Jeron swallowed his pride, getting a little emotional as he gasped for a moment. "
My first official appearance was in the Republic, during the Clone Wars. Since then I was always under the guise of a Human, which continued into the transition of the Galactic Empire. During my time in the Galactic Empire, I lost my entire family, due to the threats and pain by a Sith Lord that wished to turn me into a weapon. But make no mistake, it was I..." Jeron looked down for a moment, before looking back up to his audience, "
I killed them. I killed many Rebels, I devastated many Rebel bases, mostly from my safe position on my flagship, amongst the fleets I commanded all for my supposed Sith Lord Master. It was all a complicated situation. At first I was tricked into doing things, then my family were held accountable for my actions, until in the end... I accepted the orders to take them out. But this is no sob story, this is not to garner your affection, admiration, or sympathy. Today, is the start of a new day. And I wanted my potential friends and allies to know that I am not a dishonest man, and I can be trusted. It is because of my past that I can... No longer endure the suffering, that it must end! I apologize, please forgive me. Please understand that everyone I have today I have earned over my lifetime, and it wasn't good dealings that brought me here. After the plague struck and the Empire was falling, contact was lost with that witch, and I was forbidden to leave the headquarters I was stationed at until I was contacted. The men under my command, took to my allegiance after there were no one else to force them to commit murder, not because I made them, but because I told them, everything. And they trusted me. They, in fact, were also fighting, convinced by propaganda that they, too, were protecting their families from terrorists. Lied to, and forced to kill innocents that fought against the tyranny."
He allowed for a silence to occur as everyone let what just happened sink in. After a little while passed, Jeron took another breath that rippled through his body and he wiped his forehead. "
The floor is now open to questions."
