Fall into the Sky (Sargon)

[Allyson Locke]

“Lady Var—Lady Yun-Harla we’ll be arriving on Bakura soon”

Spencer smiled she couldn’t help it, the crew on the Chimera knew her – they knew who she was and the events of her life. They were loyal to Ashin; they always have been ever since she could remember. To them, she was the young student of the Empress who had grown and had captured the woman’s heart. She was the woman’s wife and second in command, on occasion her proper last name would slip and a furious blush would spread across her face. At times Spencer thought it was done on purpose, but she never corrected them – they knew when it was appropriate.

“Amazing, I’ll freshen up, send our signal and prepare for docking and the likes. You guys will have leave of course so have fun.”

The woman who wasn’t masked left the bridge of the Chimera, a ship that had served Ashin during Roche and beyond – the place that she had called home while with the Empire. Closing her eyes she could hear the gears move within the ship, here she learned, studied and lived. Her life started on this ship as she left the Order and flew under the protective wing of the Dark Lord of the Sith. The doors to her room opened and she quickly changed from the simple robes she wore while traveling, pulling out the Echani combat robes she tied the corset around her frame and adjusted the buckles and other straps. The clothing hugged her frame and she took in a deep breath and fixed herself further and ran her hand through her blonde hair.

She had recently signed the government of the world to the Republic; she could no longer protect them her mind was split with the Fringe and them. Pulling the mask from her dresser she placed it on her face, she ran her finger along the curve along the side of her cheek and she sighed. One day she wouldn’t have to wear this and she could show her true face to those that she swore to protect. The Fringe was her home – a home that Ashin and she built together.

“Lady Yun-Harla we’ve docked and landed – Sargon is waiting for you from the looks of it shall I announce you?”

“No need just let him know I’m here and I’ll meet him.”

Making her way towards the ramp she walked down and discarded the over cloak to one of the guards. A woman in all white waited to be greeted by one of the most trusted men in the Fringe.

“Pleasure to see you again Sargon”

Pleasantries and manners everything seemed to ride on them now in her life, at time she missed the adventures Ashin and she would go on while they were training, but now their lives were severely different. Keeping a smile on her face she waited for the man’s response.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Bakuran Shipyards​

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Sargon awaited the Lady Yun-Harla eagerly as what seemed a legion of engineers poured over plans. The Chimera was the flagship of the entire Fringe fleet, and from what Sargon understood the Confederacy had been born under the power of its guns. Today they would rechristen it, and create one of the greatest stealth warships in the history of the galaxy. It was a long list of very ambitious projects the Fringe had on it's to do list, but once completed it would be well worth the work.

"Governor, the Chimera is on approach, and the Lady Yun-Harla will be arriving personally aboard the flagship."

With a nod Sargon glanced over his own clothing a black suit against his dark red skin. He was still growing used to wearing nonmilitary uniforms, but the suit at least made him feel like he was filling the role of governor. As the ship docked Sargon waited patiently it was one of the first times he'd be working side by side personal with Lady Yun-Harla, and he knew her presence would provide motivation to the team working on the Chimera as well. As she approached Sargon couldn't help, but note how young she was, and how far she'd come in that time. “Pleasure to see you again Sargon”

With a respectful bow Sargon smiled, "The pleasure is mine, Lady Yun-Harla, your presence shall be an inspiration to us all. I've already assembled the entire engineering department to look over the matter. We have the gravitic modulator on hand, and the stygium has already arrived from Yalara. Once we decide on the power management system we can start installing the additional modules, and the HIMS system. I believe Zaiden is currently working on contracting out a Nightshadow coating for the exterior of the ship. All in all we've got a good start on this project, but the bulk of the work is before us."

Stepping to the side Sargon allowed @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] to take the lead as was her right to the conference room. There the scientists and engineers were pouring over a half a dozen holo images of the Chimera, and its interior. It was going to be a glorious day for the Fringe, and from what Sargon understood quite a surprise for the Grand Admiral.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer stood there while her features were hidden behind the mask; she nodded playing off that she understood what the man was telling her about the ship. Everything about technology confused her, she was able to understand the workings of a holocron and little tools that she needed to use in her everyday life, but beyond that…nothing. The one thing she did know is that Ashin would enjoy the upgrade quite nicely. The ship was something dear to her and she went through great lengths to get it back into her possession.

“You’re correct on that, the Admiral has a fascination with the ship, probably a bit more than I’d personally like – but as long as she’s happy I’m fine with anything”

The woman moved ahead of the man and she walked with a grace not known for a child her age. She had seen so much and had her hand in many affairs that had occurred within the galaxy. Moving towards the head of the conference table, she removed the cloak from her slender frame and took a seat. The frail frame of the strategist instantly gave away her weakness, but those that had experienced her efforts during the dark harvest events knew the woman’s potential and why the Admiral kept her quite close.

A hand rested against her mask as she wished she could remove it, but she knew there were too many eyes here and she looked towards Sargon.

“All of these men, they’ve gone through background checks and the like? The last thing I want is a spy running around infiltrating something so precious to the Admiral and in turn something quite precious to me. I’m surprised you didn’t inquire Subach, usually the woman attempts to have her hand in everything we do here.”

Pausing for a minute, she chuckled softly and wondered if the Admiral had scared off Circe Savan. Resting her back against the conference chair she smiled once more towards Sargon and waved her hand for him to take the seat next to her.

“You have all the plans then? Can you explain a little more what you plan to do with the ship and we can continue. Also we can discuss payment if you wish as well; I want to thank you for helping me with this”

There was an odd sensation surrounding the neutral master, to a force user her aura would feel constantly balanced and calm. The woman was warm despite the dangerous powers she had learned during her youth.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Moving besides the Fringe's grand strategist the Zabrak smiled softly in amusement. "Absolutely ever person here has served in the Fringe's military, and many aided in other models. As for Subach you are correct, they've helped us with ship schematics in the past, but we can keep this a total secret from the galaxy at large. We call this a maintence run over on the hull, and power systems no one will ever know what we've done."

Activating a holo emitter embedded in the conference table Sargon looked over the exact replica of the Chimera. Pressing a few buttons the schematic showed multiple images of the ship. Some were of the outside hull, one of the power conduits, and another of the engines. "I'm not an expert so I'll give this in the most basic terms. We're going to apply a Nightshadow coating to the hull. This will make it extremely difficult for any ships to pick up a sensor reading on it. We will need to add the actually cloaking device, and for that we'll have to decide to cut out something. Most likely a few of the landing barges I'm thinking at the moment."

Hitting another button Sargon brought up the engines and the power conduits to and from. "The next stage is to add a HIMS system which luckily for us is a technology born on Bakura, and for the most part hasn't left here. This will allow the ship to simply move through an gravity well created by an Interdictor in simple terms. We'll also be adding the gravitic modulator, and thermal dampeners to keep the engine's heat signature from giving us away as well. In return we'll have to give up more guns, or the hanger. In my opinion I'd simply crop the barges, tanks, and ground team. It limits the Chimera to cut her out of planetary invasions, but she'll still be a beautiful warship against anything else."

Pulling up the image of the full ships power conduits, and usage last Sargon clicked his tongue at it. "This, Lady Yun-Harla, is the biggest decision. We can add another generator for the cloak, but then we'll lose guns or some fighter support. The other option is we reroute all power from guns, and shields while she is cloaked. In honesty I prefer the second option, one a ship like the Chimera opens up with her guns its not going to be hard to figure out we are there anyway."

Hitting the buttons again the image of the Chimera showed alone again from the outside. Letting his mind flow with the force the governor simple felt for any particular twinges amongst his people. For the large part he trusted them, but he also had a project on his hands he wanted to keep a very quiet secret. His sensing of her was strange, almost like a deep lake. It was calm, and neither dark, nor light. It had depth to it, and out of both caution and respect he didn't attempt to see further. For Sargon the Force was as alive as anyone here, and in truth more so. He could hear the whispers of its wisdom, almost like a soft whisper lost on the wind. It was a warm and gentle breeze, and if he tried to take it or force it to his will he lost it. So he flowed with it, and it moved through him.

Putting down the datapad that would authorize the work in front of the Lady of the Fringe Sargon answered the one question he'd skipped over without thought. "Lady Yun-Harla, I don't need any payment. This is my duty, our duty to the people of the Fringe. One cannot simply take responsibility for even a person then walk away, and forget it. So much less so for an entire nation such as ours. Our duty has been chosen by our own selves, and our nature. My reward is knowing the Fringes of space is no longer a story told to scare children at night. We will not let those who don't understand what this place once was bring their nightmares back. You, and the Grand Admiral saved these people, and in doing so became responsible for them. I in turn took of the mantle to bring them peace, and a better life. That is its own reward."

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer watched Sargon go over everything that would be changed within the ship to add the necessary upgrades. She did her best to pull out information that she would store to have on hand when someone asked her about it and to have information that she would look up later if necessary. Spencer might be a strategist but the flying and the shooting of the ship was done by those around her. The girl was good at picking out good routes and formulating strategy against the enemy – it was her specialty as a Battle Mediator.

He continued to talk giving her the different options and of course the most important decision they would have to make. She ran her hand along her chin as she thought about it, the advantages of both played through her mind. Remembering the Peregrine which was her own personal cloaked ship she somewhat understood what the meaning of having the power shifted completely towards the device until the ship left the cloaking. That was the extent of her knowledge with cloaked ships and ships in general, which caused her to sit there and smile after she did her best to tie in what Sargon was talking about.

After a bit of silence the woman shifted in her seat and finally came to a logical decision. Leaving the Chimera without weapons were suicide and she would rather be seen with a full arsenal instead of be hidden and allowed to fire. Placing her hands onto the table she drew in a deep breath and exhaled quietly.

“I like the second option. You’re right once guns are fired they’re going to know where we are, best leave the Chimera with the weaponry she has and just transfer the power needed to cloak.”

Of course his mention about the fringe and not needing any payment it made her smile. Small and brief moments like this with people who truly believed in the cause of the Fringe made her remember how important she was to the Unknown Region. Here Ashin grew up fighting the unknown monsters and now they were together with others taming this ruthless region. Looking towards the others she waved them off and once the engineers and scientists left the room, she reached up and pulled off the mask.

Sargon was greeted with a youthful face, her age was questionable behind the mask, but now he was able to see the entire woman’s face. She placed the mask onto the table in front of her and she continued to smile.

“Your answer proved to me that you’re someone that the Admiral and I can trust fully with everything we have. My name – well my real name is Spencer Jacobs…might not mean much to you, but I have my reasons to hide my identity from the Fringe. I trust you @[member="Sargon Vynea"] and that’s not something many come by.”

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon stayed silent a moment as he gazed at the face of the youthful woman before him. Then he bowed deep, and low before a small smile on his face. "You do me great honor, and I have nothing to return it with, but my promise that your secret will be safe with me. I believe I've heard that name somewhere once, in the Republic I believe. It doesn't matter though, this morning you were Lady Yun-Harla to me, and mother of the Fringe. Tonight you are my friend, and Leige-Lady no matter your name that will never change."

He felt he should return the honor she had given him somehow, and he supposed he'd held some his own secrets long enough. "You should know when I came to the Fringe, I was a broken man. My Father's death left me without direction, and to put it simply I was lost. I did mercenary work, and wasted my inheritance on spice, booze, and women. Usually in that order. When I arrived with a busted ship in Fringe territory I hadn't expected any of this. I joined the Legions to escape myself, not any debt collectors or police. My conscious had caught up to me, and the credits had dried up so I couldn't use spice to keep it away any longer. The Fringe gave me another chance, and taught me anyone can have a second chance out here. In the Fringe there is not what a man was, but only what he is now. I've worked with Sith Lords here, and Jedi Masters, both equally respected. There are no words I can ever use to express the gratitude I have for the things you have done for me before you even knew my name. I can tell you with complete honesty, Spencer Jacobs, I'm your man until the last breath."

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared sat in an office of Arakyd Industries on the Planet of Vulpter, waiting until the current President of the company would please him with his presence. Jared should have been insulted that he was not admitted at once, but he knew how the game was played. The higher your rank, the longer you had to wait. All part of the negotiations, because it had indeed already started. Even now they were just waiting to display their supposed dominance in the game and to make him angry. Because an angry opponent, is a stupid opponent.

So instead of worrying about prestige and ranks? He just opened himself up to the Force, closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. They would soon find out that Jared had in fact a lot of patience.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer reached out and patted the Zabrak’s hand. He had trusted her with a bit of his information, who he really was. Leaning back into her seat she remembered an old tale about if you lived with a man for 40 years sharing his home, his food, and his life. Though if you tied him to a plank and put him over a volcano you would then truly know the man. The story made her curious about the situation now, the Zabrak man had offered his life story without being thrown over a volcano – so was he truly showing his colors? A soft smile spread across Spencer’s face as she sensed no ill will behind his words, the woman knew she was in good hands.

“Thank you for sharing with me. I assume it’s best if I share a bit more about who I am and why I’m here.”

Looking at the empty room, she stood up and sighed softly. Smirking, she decided to show Sargon her story and give the man a taste of who she was. Standing in front of him, she ran her hands against his face, cupping his cheeks gently as she raised his attention towards her face. Taking in a deep breath, her aura spread outwards drawing him into it. His existence melded with hers for a moment till he was transported mentally to the middle of the Jedi temple on Coruscant. Spencer stood next to him as they watched the padawans and the younglings play. A hand moved as they walked through the memory and stopped near a boy and a girl. The blonde boy seemed to be comforting the young girl as she wiped tears from her eyes. Spencer looked towards Sargon.

“I was raised in the temple along with my twin brother. I didn’t fit in as you can see; it was because the children’s emotions were too rapid and hectic for me to understand and to manage. It usually over whelmed me till I was in tears and Aston had to endure it. He and I share one mind. He sees what I see and vice versa. We are two perfect pieces to each other’s puzzle its quite interesting. The reasoning for this of course is my parents.”

The memory faded as the children moved down a hallway away from the children. The memory was soon replaced with a man and a woman in the middle of the Dathomirian forest. The man seemed frantic as the woman had a face of pure faith and calm. Spencer tilted her head as she watched her parents; she was quiet as she admired her mother’s calm and her father’s determination.

“My father had a mission from the Jedi; he was to set out to the Unknown region and didn’t know if he was going to return. He wanted to leave a legacy behind, someone to carry on his story I guess. He begged my mother who was already mated with someone on Dathomir, but she was always loyal to her master so instead of the natural way of creation he used a very powerful force skill.”

Kamon’s hands glowed bright, the Echani man held his hands over the Dathormian woman’s stomach. After several minutes, her stomach swelled and she was pregnant with twins. Spencer started to speak again as she sighed, she missed her mother greatly.

“He used Midi-chlorian manipulation to create my brother and I. He didn’t realize till after he had created twins, over joyed he left happy for his mission – I didn’t meet him till I was 17 he had been gone for that long. He’s gone again and I was banished from my home because of who I met next”

The memory faded once more and a younger version of Spencer stood in the middle of a casino ship, a woman stood before her, an arm extended offering the young Jedi something. The memories flowed with her story, showing her running around, controlling the minds of the Gand, influencing the Mon Calamari people, and participating in the coup of the Dark Lord Moridin. The frail Padawan was only a shadow compared to the woman she had become, but everything steamed from the first meeting of the Dark Jedi Darth Desimus.

“I met a woman, she had been searching for something – neither of us knew what she had been searching for, but she assumed it was me. I was some sort of power she needed to harness. A Sith Lord named Velok told her this and she had come to the Resort Ship to get me to join her.”

“I had nothing going for me at the Temple; I was never looked at, never thought to be strong. I was trained as a healer, but with my Empathy I was near useless. No one wanted a useless Padawan. To this woman though I was something important I was someone. I went with her. I conquered worlds with her, I saved lives and I helped her rise to power. I met others as well, the Sith Twi’lek Anaya Fen, the snarky Mikhail Shorn and the overzealous Jacen Cavill. They all were there our destinies intertwined for some reason. ”

Each of the faces of the people she mentioned appeared. Mikhail’s appeared with Spencer defending him against a group of Jedi, warmth filled the area as the girl’s emotions towards the man echoed in the memory. They were short lived memories as nothing spawned from the flickering crush on the dark apprentice. Mikhail’s face and his story with the girl soon faded and the memory reverted to another scene of her life.

The lights went dark in the memory and air filled with the smell of a bar, the girl danced in the middle of blurred faces and a woman appeared. Then a quick dance, bodies brushing against each other until they sat down, drinks were ordered and conversation occurred. Spencer’s youthful face looked towards the woman and it was obvious who the woman was now, the same one she had been following. Soft kisses were exchanged and they left the club. Spencer of course being modest didn’t show what happened next but a soft smile spread across her face.

“I felt my own emotions for the first time with her. She taught me control and how to manage other’s emotions. We created a storm, controlled it and I learned other things from her. For the first time in my life I felt wanted, loved, and truly cared for. I was not longer a weapon to her, I was no longer that power she searched for – I was something else, I was hers and she was mine.”

Next in a brief moment the face of the Former Grand Master Darron Wraith appeared, he was disappointed and his offer was laid on the table and he waited for the teenager’s answer. It was quick and she was sent away in tears from the Grand Master’s office into the arms of the Dark Lord of the Sith. In quick succession, the faces of her different tutors appeared and the woman grew with power. She was a knight under the Dark Lord wearing a Mask like she had done now.

“Under Darth Desimus the Empress of the Sith, I was known as Sanctuary her First Apprentice. I learned from several Dark Masters as well as a few Jedi Masters who knew my Master and my Lover. My father also taught me our heritage’s art form of combat. From there I grew stronger till I had mastered the Force.”

Several images of Spencer’s time in combat flashed, one image that Spencer was quite fond of played at a normal speed as she looked and blocked a bolt from a sniper with the palm of her hand. In the same moment, another shot rang true to strike her dead in the forehead and like before, she absorbed the energy so that her and Desimus could find the sniper. Another time, she mind controlled a room of men to kill them clearing the room for her and the woman. Dark images played through as Spencer fought Anaya Fen, lightsabers being deflected as if her body was made of anti-lightsaber material, other times the lightsaber cutting through her, but she continued to fight till both woman laid on the ground near death. The face of the Sith Lord appeared and she was saved, then in the same instance the face shimmered away and Spencer and Sargon stood in the middle of the Peregrine.

“I fought a lot, I fought alongside what I believed in and that was balance. I want the Galaxy to find peace, to fulfill her destiny and continue to change and become better. I grew to understand there is no good if there is no evil and there is no evil without good. There has to be a constant battle between the two or there is nothing. If balance is achieved the Galaxy in a sense is at peace.”

Where they stood a more recent version of Spencer appeared, she had been crying and the woman she had constantly been seen with was nowhere to be seen. Whispers of the woman’s name echoed through the cabin and would fall on Sargon’s ears. Spencer fought back tears as she remembered this moment in her life clearly. Ashin had died; she had lost hope and didn’t want to continue anymore. She no longer felt the woman’s warmth or presence through the Nightsister blood trail. Reaching up, Spencer touched the mark along her lip remembering their first kiss in that bar.

“I had lost the one person in the galaxy that I loved. I lost hope, I didn’t want to live anymore, and I locked myself inside of the Peregrine in the middle of cold space. I couldn’t feel anymore, the cold had become natural to me. I didn’t feel needed anymore – if you understand what I mean…”

Suddenly a sound echoed and the memory shifted to Spencer running into a strange woman’s arms, Sargon would recognize the woman as Karrde.

“She returned to me and we created the Fringe, I remained the Queen of Eshan as myself and claimed the identity Yun-Harla. The Fringe is where my heart resided; Karrde once more became my everything though she never stopped being that to me. I had a purpose again, I felt whole once more”

The last image that flashed before them, was the ship crashing down during the Dark Harvest, Spencer fended it off with the power of every Force user on the planet. This last memory showed the true power behind the girl, she watched as she soon collapsed and when the memory’s eyes faded, the memory itself faded. Sargon and Spencer returned to the conference room and she let her hands fall from his face. A smile remained across her face as she leaned over till their faces were close.

“I was created to be her greatest weapon and I became her greatest asset. It is why I am here. I was the power she was searching for and why you were ordered to protect me.”

Spencer bit her lower lip hard enough till she broke skin; a drop of blood clung to her lip and leaned forward. Her soft lips brushed against the Zabrak’s cheek till the small drop of blood burned just for a moment. The drop turned to a dull brown as she leaned back up and patted her lip dry from the blood.

“That’s a Nightsister blood trail; as long as you’re alive I’ll be able to feel you where ever you are in the galaxy. It was a trick I picked up from my Master; it’s how she can find me so easily. I have the same mark on her, but in a more interesting place of course. Only those I feel I need to keep an eye on receive this mark, Jared has it; she has it along with a couple of others.”

Sitting back down in her chair she waited to hear his response to the entire sequence.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Some events humble the very soul of a man, and Sargon was about to behold one that would forever cement his loyalty to the person that was Spencer Jacobs. As the young woman stood up with a smile on her face the Zabrak couldn't help, but notice how fragile she looked. Suddenly he felt her presence all about him, his awareness was being drawn into her own. He lost sight of the conference room all around him as he was pulled into the Echani's memories, and lost himself in them. Before her memories cam though there was a single moment though between the here and now fading, and the stirring of memories that it was just his awareness within her own. He could feel her balance in the force, she was at complete peace in Force, and in her were both the light and darkness.

He lost sight of that image though as the her past flooded his senses, and he smelled the air of the Coruscant Jedi Temple. It wasn't simply seeing the images, but he could feel them, taste the very air. He swore he could feel the echo of the force she felt through her memories. He saw it as though he was watching from a third person, but he could feel the emotions pouring through her. The time as a soldier had disciplined Sargon's mind, and body but still he found it difficult to fend from the bevy of emotions assaulting him. Her words echoed in his head as he heard her voice as if it was his own mind's. As she mentioned her brother, and her focus moved there he could feel his mind for a brief second, as it was then.

The image around him, or maybe it was inside his own mind faded away from her childhood, and onto the very moment of her birth. She was a child of the force, literally created by the manipulation of midi-chlorians. The image was simple, but the emotion was not. All he could feel was the longing for her mother through Spencer, and the seeming adoration she had for her. He could feel the sadness inside himself like a wellspring blooming up. It only upset him more find out he vanished for seventeen years, and to hear of her banishment from home. It was cruel and wrong to bring life into this world then just abandon it to fate.

The next woman he knew in away before she spoke, it was simply the strength of Spencer's emotions. Sargon had felt the force presence of Lord Admiral Karrde, and he could feel her again in the echos of Spencer's memory. There was no disguising the love she felt for that woman, even the memory of her welled it up within her. Then he felt the waves of emotion come in cascading waves, as Spencer grew into herself, and her own emotions. He saw faces he had no name to yet, but he knew their value, love never died it just faded into the shadows until it came to the surface once again.

It all changed then as the relationship between Karrde, and Spencer grew, no, not Karrde, Ashin. It was a blur as the thought process was impossible to grab it all, and put it together. He knew one thing though, he'd felt that force strength before, and he knew her. He could feel Spencer's peace as she found her own emotions, and place in the galaxy. The bond he felt between student, and master was like none he'd ever seen before. The image of Darron Wraith flashed in his head, the man had been a Grand Master then, but then came others he didn't know again. He felt her grow in strength, and confidence as she learned. No longer was she the confused, and child clinging to her brother.

Now she was Sanctuary, and Echani as she learned of her people from her Father. As images of his people, no, not his Spencer's people the Echani flowed through his mind he felt the build up of her strength. Then came a solid scene of growth as her hand rose and absorbed a laser beam, he could feel its energy being manipulated through her knowledge of the force. A second one came, and struck her head, a sniper's dead on shot. It should have killed her, but it didn't. She absorbed the energy of the beam, and rid herself of it with little effort.

Then it was gone, and his body was racked by pain as she fought the red Twi'lek. He could feel the energy all around him as Spencer just absorbed direct strikes from her enemy's saber as though it was nothing, but slowly they got through. He could feel the burns across his body, and the pain of cuts. Worse yet he could feel Anaya's pain through the Empath. His life was slipping away from him, it was the end, and yet there was a light in her darkness.

Then he was on the Peregrine, and oh the pain, the sorrow that swept him away. The feeling of grief overwhelmed his senses, and his heart cried out in despair. He wished he was still bleeding, and the burns from the lightsaber's heat still marred his skin. He was alone, and the one thing he truly loved in all the world was gone. He was ready to die, he wanted to fade into the blackness. Again though came the light, the face of love, and the purpose of life. He knew her by feeling as well as sight, it was Grand Admiral Karrde, Darth Desimus, and Ashin. They were all one, just as Sanctuary, Spencer Jacobs, and Yun-Harla were one.

Then he was on the ground and more energy then he could imagine was passing through him. He looked up at the oncoming ship, and the combined light and darkness of many was funneled through her. She was the mix of light, and dark for while she flowed with it, she commanded it. He felt his muscles give out, and blackness come in as he collapsed, and as he did the conference room came back into reality.

He felt the warmth of her hands on his cheeks missing as she brought her face in close, her frailness a lie in his eyes now. She had reserves of strength in here he couldn't imagine ever containing, no matter the physical form. Her words rang in his ears, but he couldn't connect them yet as his awareness became once again aware of his own body. He felt her lips against his checks, and the heat of her blood against his cheek as the brown speck formed.

Slowly then he comprehended her last words, “I was created to be her greatest weapon and I became her greatest asset. It is why I am here. I was the power she was searching for and why you were ordered to protect me.” Slowly his mind grappled through just that thought, and the pure understatement she had just made. “That’s a Nightsister blood trail; as long as you’re alive I’ll be able to feel you where ever you are in the galaxy. It was a trick I picked up from my Master; it’s how she can find me so easily. I have the same mark on her, but in a more interesting place of course. Only those I feel I need to keep an eye on receive this mark, Jared has it; she has it along with a couple of others.”

As she sat Sargon stood for a moment stunned in the revelations that had just happened. Kneeling down by Spencer's Sargon bowed his head to show the dark brown spot in the center of his horns. "You're wrong you know. I'm not here to protect you because you are a tool, or a weapon. I'm here because your love is shared by her, and without you she'd be as lost. You are the light of purpose in each others lives, and she would fade without you. What is strength without purpose? I protected you before because I was told to, because a woman loves you more then her Empire, and more then herself. I will protect you know because I have seen your heart, and soul. You are worth protecting, and you have my loyalty. I declare here and now, I will love you as I loved the brother I lost, and I will not lose you to the shadow of death as he was lost. I am your, my Lady."

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared was still immersed in the Force when the President finally decided to make his appearance. The Force had made the waiting bearable, he looked at the time and saw that the good man had made him wait for a hour. Well.. that would not do. He watched as the President slowly walked into the room, trying to show to all his prestige and general assholeness. Jared waited until the pompous official sat down and began to speak: "My good fellow, you will have to be quick I am afraid. I am an importan--" He did not get to finish his carefully laid out speech, for Jared had finally lost his patience with the man. It was one thing to make someone wait for a few minutes, to underline your self-imposed importance. But a hour? No, that would certainly not do. Consequently the good President felt the grip of the Force on his neck and slowly lost his ability to breathe. "W-wha grndsjnfjjsdl.. Guar--"

Even in his situation he tried to control the situation, pity on him. For he had already lost the negotiations and Jared would show him. It was a puzzling thing, to watch a man slowly suffocate. The power you experience in that one moment can influence your entire life. As such it had taken Jared a lot of his willpower to not lose himself in the madness, but his Master had taught him well. Jared would not fail his Lady and Mistress.

Slowly easing his grip on the man's neck, Jared started to speak softly: "My Good Fellow." He pronounced these words sharply and full of irony. "You must forgive me for my.. insolence. For I am also an important man. So.. where were we.. Ah yes. Your company will provide your services according to these specifications." he said while throwing a datapad with the relevant information. "And you will do it free of charge. I will free you now. Do not bother to cry out, your guards are already dead."

And with that he dropped the man in his chair. Immediately the President reached out towards a blaster he kept in one of his drawers, while screaming for the Guards to appear. Jared's reaction to all of this? A sigh and a bored expression. It seemed he would be here for quite some more time.

@Sargon Vynea @Spencer Jacobs

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer didn’t know what to say, she noticed the mark between his horns and she instantly knew who that was from. There weren’t many that used the Blood trail, in her knowledge it was only Ashin and she who used it most often. A smirk crossed her face, Ashin always a step ahead of her – which was fairly common and Spencer wondered if she would ever catch up with the woman. The Former Empress was like the wind and Spencer was constantly being caught in its embrace also constantly chasing it.

"Thank you"

Leaning forward she patted the man’s shoulder and nodded, his loyalty was hard to find and something that she would treasure till the day she became one with the Force. The thought made her wonder if it would be at Sargon’s side or if she would pass along with Ashin. Imagining life without the woman was unbearable as she remembered the nightmare she lived through wondering if the woman would live to see their wedding day. A hand moved from his shoulder and she caressed his face, she could feel the wear on it, his skin belonging to a man that had seen more than his share.

“My wife and I have earned our share of enemies; I have faith in the Force to protect you as well as the both of us. The task you have been given is a difficult one.”

Pausing for a moment, the woman smirked and leaned back as she let her fingers trail just under his chin till he looked up at her. Hands returning to her lap she tilted her head to the side and chuckled the laugh of a school girl with mischievous thoughts.

“Karrde would be the first to tell you, I’m not one to sit on the sidelines and watch. I tend to find myself in compromising situations. I pray to the Force that you can keep up Sargon, you might have the experience, but you’ve never met someone like me before.”

@[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The last thing Sargon had expected was for his new charge to be a toucher, and yet apparently that had been wrong. Perhaps it was from being force to seclude herself for so long behind another identity that once she had broken that barrier she needed to reinforce it least she be sucked back within the confines of Yun-Harla. "Of course, my Lady, have no fear of me keeping up. I do not fail, ever, and I will not fail you." Moving back over to the table the Zabrak felt the mark against his cheek still hot and no doubt would stay as warm as the one on his head. The matter at hand though was still here, though Sargon had the distinct feeling his role in the Fringe had changed this very day, and his responsibilities were about to shift.

"As to the ship itself the engineers have already shut down the engines, and the greater mass of the crew being given leave on Bakura. Only a skeleton crew remains as our engineers start ripping apart the engine and removing all the drop ships. Neither is really a place we'll need to be, the engineers know their job, and well honestly enough I know nothing of engineering or the mechanics involved in this. We will however be receiving reports as each piece is installed, but I forsee no issues. While this may be a very large size for a cloaked ship the process is down pat, and the exact adjustments have to be made in flight. The thermal vents in particular have to be adjusted several times before the ship will vanish from all sensors."


@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

When Ashin Varanin became aware that her wife and her lieutenant were ripping apart her precious Chimaera, she was deeply startled. The ship had been her home for a long, long time. But appreciated what they were trying to do.

Well, the technical part of what they were trying to do, anyway. Anyone's guess whether or not she'd have appreciated the awkward sexual tension. Spencer always had been...broad-minded in that regard. Broken thrones and Eshan came to mind.

No, Ashin's awareness of the ship came solely because, trapped as she was on the surface of Mugg Fallow, the most deadly world in the universe, her only connection to the outside universe came through Darth Vectivus' Force Phantom technique. And she was abysmal at that, though she'd been custodian of his holocron for a period of several years. Her phantom self, undetectable, wandered the halls of the Chimaera.

Because at this range, at her level of skill with the technique, Phantom-walking required an anchor, and the Chimaera had been her home and training ground for so long that it resonated with her power not unlike a lightsabre. So her phantom walked the halls, and she began to understand what was going on. At this range, there was little she could do to assist, or to make her presence known, but it was interesting nonetheless to see her ship under construction.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

As the work continued on the ship Sargon's awareness was drawn steadily away from the conversation as he felt a presence, the whispers of the Force moved around it. The thermal vents were being installed through the ship with dissipators to completely nullify any sensors ability to pick up the heat signatures off an engine burn. The two energy cores would allow the ship to operate without pulling too much energy from either one as the engine was being fitted to pull from both sources. The HIMS, and gravitic modulator would be attached to the secondary core allowing for the primary energy generator to switch between the stygium stealth generator, and the weapons system. The bonus being with the installation of the secondary core it could actually be used as a fail safe system for the shields, but it had cost the Chimera the ability to participate as a planetary assault ship.

Closing his eyes Sargon released his awareness through the force as he followed the winds towards the presence, a ghost of a presence even. He could feel it there connected through a faint trace on his head, the blood trail left a link between two people, and it left a distinct signature between two as well. Greetings, Grand Admiral, you're ruining your surprise you know. Opening his eyes back up his vision blurred at first as his connection to the Force and his own eyesight fought for dominance over his sensations. "My Lady, the Grand Admiral is with us."

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]