Kin in all but blood

[Sargon Vynea]

The warm wind blew over the open field around Sargon's home on Bakura, as he sat in meditation on the Force. One of the few worlds to remain inside the Fringe's sphere of influence and control it continued to benefit from the Confederacy. While it had still lost some of its population there was an influx of new immigrants as the fringes of space once more leaned back into its wilder ways. The influx had returned production to full on the orbital shipyards, and the weapons factories on the surface. The deal long ago with Blas-Tech had left them with several rather large facilities controlled within military bases. In truth Sargon had simply lucked out as governor of Bakura during the crisis, and possibly even profited directly after.

All of this was cast aside by the Zabrak though as he sat patiently his mind focused on nothing as he allowed his consciousness to free fall under the guidance of the Force. Such had he spent most of his time in recent history, simply gathering dust and moss in truth. The sudden shifting of the sands though had forced the man to reassess his decisions, and role in the Fringe. For too long had he allowed himself to ignore his duties to the Fringe, and simply hid himself away on Bakura. He was however not so much a fool as to believe he could step back into the role with the sway he had once held. Time stood still for no man, and Sargon had stood still for far too long.

However events were to unfold though he waited on his front porch for the arrival of one he'd never known to stand still. One of his oldest friends and a man he'd grown into his position with in truth, a brother in all but name. Time had flown steadily though and Sargon was more then a bit curious in truth to see what would come with this meeting.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Sargon Vynea"]

One moment passed and all there was were grassy fields, two moments passed and a man was walking towards the house and its caretaker. It was a person who wouldn’t be familiar to Sargon in the lesser meaning of the word, the face was all different, the posture too, in all ways the Lord of the Fringe had… grown.

No longer the swagger of a little grown-up struggling, no longer the blushing cheeks of a man way over his head or the lazy eternal grin that had been plastered onto the face of Jared Ovmar for so long.
In its stead came an idea, a metaphorical representation of something bigger, if there had been any people on the field besides Sargon they wouldn’t have even noticed him and his stride. Their eyes would have magically fell off of him and their minds would have incorporated him as a part of the scenery itself.

Ovmar had learned a few tricks here and there.

It had been ages since he had last seen Sargon Vynea, quite literally for him, more figurally for the later, and in that time a lot had happened. Jared had disappeared for a long time, his bureaucratic organization and trusted men running the show under his patronage while he himself had been away exploring. Exploring things that even the veterans of the Unknown Regions wouldn’t have understood.

But now he was back and he returned to the Fringe in shatters, High Council in disarray, the navy without a leader, an army without purpose and territory lost.

The Lord of the Fringe was not pleased.

‘Brother.’ the soft rumble of his voice carried over the fields as he approached Sargon, one of the few men Ovmar had ever respected. ‘You have a little dust on your shoulder, right there.’

And yet it seemed that some things couldn’t ever change, they could bend, warp and slowly crumble. But some bonds between friends do not easily disappear.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The man he knew felt different, strange, but then the galaxy could do that to people these days. There was no mistaking his humor though, a man changed in many ways, yet in many ways stayed the same. Without opening his eyes he opened his mind to the fellow Fringer, not a forceful or enveloping meld, but a simple invitation for conversations beyond what just words could provide. 'That there is, Brother, I've spent more time in the other world then this one, but by the feel of you, so have you. Its easy to let go isn't it? We've walked different paths, but opposite sides of the coin are still made of the same metal are they not? I can imagine why you've arrived, I still remember our last meeting on that park bench. Time waits for no one, and yet we've allowed the dust to gather. I more then most.'

Opening his eyes he smiled up at the man before him, a stranger by the look, but the core of a man didn't change so easily. "We've known each other too long for speeches, if you've got a plan lets hear it." Pulling out a bottle of sweet wine from behind him the Zabrak poured two glasses placing one next to him on the porch. It was a simple gesture, but formality happened often enough for both of them he imagined that sometimes simple was far more enjoyable.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Ovmar gave a simple nod, understanding, acceptance and perhaps just a little bit of relief flooding the connection established. Time was relative, and whilst it had been many years for Ovmar, it had been years for Sargon too, discussions about exponential functions aside… it had been a while for the both of them.

Relationships change, but it seemed that this had stayed the same. To a degree.

He settled down next to Vynea, accepting the glass with another nod.

‘The Fringe is in chaos, old friend.’ the Lord replied through the mind. ‘I have already spoken with Jacobs, and she has agreed to support me in my endeavor to… help the nation forward.’

A shrug.

‘I am here to pull you out of retirement so you can aid me, for old time’s sake.’

Frank, to the point and no speech involved.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

With a simple nod the Zabrak turned his head into the distance and finished off his cup. He knew it was coming eventually, he'd actually been prepared for quite some time since Jared had spoken with him the first time. 'You know I once challenged Lady Ashin to a duel? If I won she had to take the title of Empress, if she won well we see how that has played out. I've always felt a bit out of place since then inside the Fringe. My loyalty had always been to Ashin, Spencer, and the people of the Fringe. As such I will maintain my loyalty to them, the 121st Legion and Bakura's fleets are yours.'

Pouring a second glass the Zabrak did have some questions though for what he felt he could safely was the final voice on this change. 'I'm hoping you don't plan on going the angle of the Sith Empires, fighting off the attempted coup every third month becomes drool. I'm also hoping you have a plan to do this without painting the walls in blood?'

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

((OOC: No idea what happened when I copy pasted this.... just yeah....))

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Vynea had many questions, which was fair. This would be a change that would affect all of them and one could not simply make a decision based on two sentences.

So Ovmar raised his hand, turned it so his palm faced the sky and offered it to Sargon.

Reverse Drain Knowledge, it would show Sargon the entire conversation with Jacobs and he would be left with more knowledge on what would happen. From there his questions would be more… to the point, and less of an exercise of repetition.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Allowing the flow of information without worry Sargon was able to flick his mind between the various scenes, and considered the information. So it had come to this at last, he'd always known it was only a matter of time, but in truth he'd never stopped seeing Ashin at the helm. Even now somewhere in his mind the once Sith Empress was the only one fit for the role, others would obtain it perhaps and give it all they had, but could any rise to met the shadows of Lady Ashin? He knew one thing for certain there were very few he'd even let make the attempt, but Jared was as a brother, and he would aid him as he could, more so if the Lady Spencer had given her blessing.

Even as the knowledge ceased the Zabrak examined the flow of information, he'd never had a master, and as such he took in much of his knowledge in action. He'd learned much from Lady Spencer this way, absorbing what she did watching how the Force flowed through her. Still unable after all this time to even have the smallest physical effects via the Force, he felt it most keenly. He could smell it, hear it like a whisper in the distance, and even the faintest of touches upon him, but even the most basic of students could do more physically with it. Such was often the way with the Force, great strengths in some areas lead to great weaknesses in others. Emptying his thoughts he focused his mind back on a single memory, battle and death, the feeling of thousands in pain and fear as they vanished into darkness. This was the harder cost of his ability to sense through the Force, this was why he'd stepped away from everything.

Focusing that thought onto Jared's presence he sent it through, a single clear few moments that had made the soldier confine himself to his own little portion of the galaxy. 'This will all come again, but its unavoidable, if not us another. The only way to stop it is to finish out the game, and even then it will come again in time. Its the demands of a stagnant galaxy. To stand still is to die, and we cannot let this die. Feel free to stay here my world is at your disposal unless you have a better place to move and plan from. Where do you need me?'

[member="Jared Ovmar"]