NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: this is the party thread for Republic ambassadors, ambassadors to the Republic, and anyone else we invite.

Note: you have all arrived already.

Ic:
City One, Kazec Prime
A streamlined vehicle left the space port. It rushed along the underground tracks, like any other Kazeci ground vehicle. But this one was spechial. On board were ambassadors from 11 nations. As it came to a silent and gental stop, the occupants stepped out.

The Grand Room of the Kazeci capitol structure was inded grand. The walls stretched up to a giant vaulted ceiling with Holo projectors that could make it seem to be anything. Right now it appeared as a starry night sky, few clouds and 3 beautiful moons. As the mood of the occasion changed, so would the ceiling. White silver trimmed everything. Other expensive materials were everywhere. There were 2 parts to the room, the ground floor and the upper terras that went around the entire room. The upper terras was the more casual section while the ground floor was the more formal.

((ooc: "I'm commin' out so you better get this party started..." ))

Ic: Grand music is played for the entrance of the guests. The Kazeci ambassador steps up to the podium.
"On behalf of the mighty Republic, I welcome you. Tonight will be a night of celebration. Celebration for the glory of the Republic and it's allies. May we all live in peace and prosperity for years to come."

Food would be served shortly, but for now they were left to mill about and talk.

The ISF Lord Commander himself, the man that almost singlehadnedly started the ISF Fleet, who was over twenty centures old, though he only looked about half a century old, was there. "So... when's the food coming out?" e said to the Sec Commanderstanding next to him. The Sec Commander laughed. "Always thinking with your stomach. Let's go see who we have to talk to."

Baron Gosh the ruler of the Brakka-M system was the offical Deatharon diplomat for the party. He stayed at a corner after all his people had only recently joined The Republic.

Kazeci diplomats of varying degrees of importance were every where. As this was their home planet, it would be easier for them to be there. They made an effort to include everyone in a conversation of some kind or another. The ceiling turned to a gay (happy, get your minds out of the gutter) meadow scene and light music came on.

Just to let you guys know, the Imperator will be hanging at the bar all night hitting on any hotties he sees! :p

Thessur Gholn arrived in his brand spankin' new tuxedo, specially designed for him by his friend at Nargopia FormalWear. It, like the ceiling of the ground floor, changed colors to coordinate with the surroundings. When he arrived, he was in a black coat, with a maroon vest and tie to take on the air of a formal night on the town. As the ceiling changed to a lighter meadow scene, however, he looked down to see a brilliant white coat and slacks, with a light blue vest and tie.

Gholn, a twenty-six year old workaholic, was pleased to have this evening for rest and relaxation. As a diplomatic liaison to The Republic, he knew few people at this reception, save a few of the Kazeci diplomats.

Walking over to the bar, Gholn ordered himself a White Russian, then proceeded to mill about, looking for some good conversation and some good women. Walking around, he nearly bumped into the ISF Lord Commander.

"I'm so sorry sir," he said. "My name is Thessur Gholn, Diplomatic Liaison to The Republic. I apologize for my ignorance, but I've only been associated with the region for a short amount of time... who is it that I have the pleasure of nearly bumping into?"

*taps glass* Hello, my name is CSMA James Morrision Henry, I am the Command Sergeant Major of the Army of Sinical. Our Region is in relations to the Republic as Allies now, hopefully soon, we will have an Ambassador present there. Many years ago, when I was a Corporal, my nation was in a time of ignorance and disgust, and almost declared war on Kazecistan. After many conferences with the leader and new elections, Sinical has became a great ally of them and then soon after that with the acclaimed Republic. I would like to propose a toast to the Republic for their many strifes and conflicts that they have been faced with and always pushing through for the better of the Region, and the World.

*CSMA Henry, in his Military Dress Blues, goes over by the bar and takes a load off*

After downing 38 vodka martinis, shaken not stirred of course, Imperator Kellerman was staggering around like a comical drunk. Hitting on all the women in the room and telling jokes of bad taste to the male guests. He even tried picking a fight with a member of the Kazeci high council but swung, missed, and fell down. He then staggered up to his feet and proclaimed "I'm o.k!" he then proceeded upstairs to his official room in the Kazecistan palace that was reserved for when he had to go meet with Kazeci leaders. There he drank some more out of the mini bar and passed out on the bed. *hoping that some hotty will come wake him up. BOOYAH!*

(OOC: Sorry, I just can't think of anything serious to say in this thread so I'm resorting to humor. Probable won't be serious this entire RP unless I have to be for some diplomatic reason.)

People were being moved up stairs to the open terras that ringed the room. It was a good 25' wide but left plenty of room for those on the groung floor to see up to the great ceiling. Once most of them had gotten to the terrace, giant diamond shaped tables materialized on the ground floor. Servers discreetly passed around the message that food was coming soon. A kazeci delegate approached CSMA James Morrision Henry.

"Hello. It is a pleasure seeing you here. I wasn't sure if you would be able to make it as relations between us aren’t official yet. Hey, you know what? This would be a perfect opportunity to publicize out relations. Perhaps after we eat?"

CSMA Henry looks at the delagate*

"This would be a great oppurtunity and of course after Dinner, can't make allies with an empty stomach. Say.... What's for dinner? I'm really craving some Kalamari, Tofu Rolls, Apple Pie Ala Mode, Linguini, and of course some Cocktails."

*sneaks off and takes a seat at the head table.*

OOC: last post for tonight

IC:
Baron Gosh samples some of the food and wine not enough to drink himself silly just enough to loosen up. He felt tense all day. He walks carefully around the other guests trying not to get noticed.

"The wonderful thing about replicators, what ever you want, when ever you want. If anyone here wants something not on the menu it can be replicated." He takes another gulp of a strange liqued from a strange glass. "Of course, the good stuff is the real stuff. So you might want to order off the menu."

The Imperator's Room
"Hey big boy. Wanna have some fun? My name is Charlotte and I've been naughty." Came the voice of a scantily clad woman. Little did he know, the life-like hologram would dissapear as soon as he neared it.

CSMA Henry, drunk, pulls a Colt Revolver out on the woman*

ooc: what are you doing in the Imperator's Room?

(OOC: Ah good show old chap, Kazec!)

IC:

After 13 hours of "sleeping" the Imperator finally awoke and went down to join the rest of the party guests. He went to the head of the table and sat down to look at the menu.

* A military officer and 4 members of Saharistan's staff walks into the main dining room*


Major General Allen Thrasher: "Has anyone here seen CSMA Henry anywhere? We were taking him to the hospital because of his alcohol poisoning but when we got to the car, he was gone."

CSMA Falls through the ceiling*

Maj Gen Thrasher "What the Hell?!?"

"I'll have the ribs and chicken please." Kellerman says to the waitor, "As well as a bolonger 72, please." He then began to exchange pleasantries with those around him.

*CSMA Henry gets up, then falls on his back dead, gunshot wound to his heart*

Maj Gen Thrasher: "Henry, Henry, wake up, God wake up, oh no... Someone call a medic and a hurst, he's dead."

ooc: What are you doing?

Ic: The body was quickly transported away. The Holographic ceiling became a beautiful starscape with a ringed planet slightly off center. The music calmed.

"I think I'll have the luka fish with butter. And along with it some more of that sweet-"
"Crystahal?"
"Yes, that's it."

As the waiter filled his uniquely shaped glass, the olive green liquid turned to a deep purple, then a slightly lighter navy.
"That always amazes me."

Maj. Gen. Thrasher walks onto the band stand*

"I'm am deeply sorry about what you all have witnessed tonight. In his honor, I would like to dedicate a song to the late CSMA James Morrison Henry."

*MGT takes the electric guitar from the stage and plays "I Saw The Light."

Thessur Gholn was thoroughly bewildered at the goings-on involving the attendees from Sinical. Considering his options, he saw that he had the choice of either rushing to help or ordering another drink.

Naturally, he chose the latter.

*Maj Gen Allen Thrasher walks towards the door, but then, turns around and bows to a lady in a red dress*

The Lord Commander was in a discussion with someone. He wasn't sure who, but he really didn't care, either.

"The bastard came up on my tail, poured some EMC fire into my fighter. Smoke started to fill the cockpit. I swung my A-2 around and shoved a missile down his thoat. THen his buddies showed up. Thirteen A-3s. The damn renegades were about to lsuaghter me when the Sec Commander here, though he was only a Captain at the time, came in with his Battlecruiser. Wped them all out without even having his pain scratched. Out of that entire battle, his was the only ship that wasn't damaged, in the least. How he managed that one, he still wont tell me. But after that, I got out of the battered A-2 and into an A-3. There were still plenty of enemies to g around, and..."

An Army Officer in his Dress Mess is talking to someone who is known by Lord Commander*

"You dont say? While we were in the time of Sinical's Civil War about 23 years ago, I had the same thing happened to me in a huey that I was piloting. Say? What is your name? I'm Lt. Richard Simmons."

Baron Gosh watched this and thought God shoot me and save me from this party. I know no one here and I have to report back to the Imperial Council as soon it is all over. Baron Gosh shivers and takes a seat and looks at a menu.


OOC: Baron Gosh is not a party person.

A Kazeci delegate sits beside Baron Gosh.

"Hello. My name is Miranda and I'm a Kazeci delegate. I was wondering what you thought of the party?"
"Excuse me, but are you ready to order?"
"Ah, yes. I'll have the luka fish with butter. And some Crystahal too."
"Yes, sir."

Baron Gosh replies, "The Party is quite intresting. I just feel a little out of place. I was sent here by the Imperial Council to get an idea of what The Republic was like and what better way than going to a party?" He looks at his menu and wonders if he could get a T-bone steak.

"Ah, so your the new guy. We'll fix that." He stands. "Excuse me everyone, but it seems that Mr. Gosh here isn't feeling as at home here as he should be. Let's have a song!"

With that all of the many servers crowd around him as his chair is lifted into the air. They begin to sing and dance. This goes on for a full 11 minutes. A cake is then brought to him, but before anyone else can touch it, The Kazeci beside him devours it all, every last crumb. He leans to Gosh.

“Sorry about that, never miss an opportunity for cake.”

Baron Gosh was surpised he was not used to that sort of thing at home. He quickly remembers his manners and replys, "I do not eat cake trying to cut down on my weight." Baron Gosh asks a waiter for a glass of Whiskey.

Lt. Simmons sees a waitress that he must have***

He walks over a smacks her on her rear, and then throws himself onto her***

Seemingly from nowhere, 10 guards tackle him. They arrest him and remove him from the building. All other Sinical representatives are asked to leave.

Sinical Guards bust through the door and pour gasoline all over the rug, throw a match, and then leave*****

Baron Gosh thinks this Party is way to wild for me and beams up to his personal transport ship in orbit and waits for things to calm down.

Little did Sinical know, there were no rugs in that room. And the fire suppression systems put out the match before it even left his hand. The primitive fossil fuel was transported away in seconds. All Sinical personnel in Kazeci territory were arrested. Those who resisted were killed on the spot. Kazecistan would not tolerate these acts on it's soil. The party went on as if nothing had happened.

Baron Gosh beamed down when the Kazeci authorites took over.

Thessur Gholn watched the drunken Sinical representative with amusement.

What a fool! he thought. A pity he was just shamelessly slaughtered by the Kazeci authorities... I would've liked to have had some fun with that man.

OOC: It's not what you think. You're disgusting.

OOC: ok what were you implying?

IC: The Baron takes his seat and drinks small sips of Whiskey.

ooc: "some fun with that man " It could be taken several ways. He asked you to keep your mind from wandering down the sick path.

Ic: The light dimmed slightly as dinner was served.

IC: Baron Gosh was wondering what was happening at The Imperial Republic he hadn't gotten a message from them since he got here and the lights dimiing surpised him.

Thessur Gholn received his meal, and with the best etiquette he could muster, daintily ate his food. Feeling something brush his left leg, he glanced over, only to see a curvy blonde in a red Spanish dress looking hungrily at him.

"Hey tiger," she said, winking at him.

"It's Thessur, actually," Gholn replied, gulping out of nervousness. Laughing wildly, the lady again placed her hand on his left knee.

"I love a man with a sense of humor," she said. "My name's Denise. Denise Butler. I've heard a lot about you, and your work with The Republic. I must admit, I'm shamelessy attracted to men who spend their days calling politicians and drawing up documents."

"Well, that's wonderful," Thessur said smoothly. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me more on the dance floor."

"Are you asking me to dance?" Denise flirted back.

"Would you say yes?"

"Of course."

"Well then yes I am," Gholn laughed, taking her arm and leading her out to the dance floor, as the orchestra began playing the Cha-Cha Slide.

Baron Gosh kept eating his steak dinner and listening to the Music. He started having flashbacks of his battle suppressing the rebels on Brakka-A. He ends up on screaming on the ground, The horror the horror the rebels are every where. Imperial Guardians blast them from orbit. Do it know!!!!!!

He is quickly transported to a medical facility so as to avoid disturbing the guests.