Maybe We Can Be Serious This One Time [Fringe Dominion of Mindabaal]

[Hannibal Oryen]

SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER
MINDABAAL: NOT QUITE THE FINAL FRONTIER BUT GETTING CLOSE TO IT

Mindabaal had once been a beautiful planet, up until an ancient and long defunct Galactic Empire decided to put it to the sword. A lengthy orbital bombardment had devastated the planet hundreds of years ago and left it almost entirely uninhabitable. Almost. Life managed to survive within the few areas and zones that could still support it. The Baalish rebuilt their cities, though they were shadows of their former selves. Eventually all the habitable zones reunited under a democratic federal government, the first planetary government to form since the monarchy was effectively destroyed by the Galactic Empire.

Since then, Mindabaal has been a fairly reclusive planet. Few left, and even fewer came to know of its existence. It was an innocuous place, after all. The emergence of the One Sith alarmed them, however. They knew what Sith usually did when they came to power. The craters on their planet were testament enough to that. Previously they had been incredibly wary of the neighboring Fringe Confederation, suspecting that they were not all that much better. They considered going to the Republic, but ultimately the failure to defend Coruscant did not reflect well.

Between the options of an evil, a lesser evil, and an incompetent good, the Baalish chose the lesser evil.

Eager to expedite the process of Mindabaal's admission into the Fringe and to assuage any doubts to the goodness of the Fringe, Fringe operatives have been dispatched to the planet. There were three primary objectives in place to win the hearts and minds of the planet's denizens. Accomplishing these would ultimately result in Mindabaal joining the Confederation- a willing planet, in a dominion about actually gaining planetary control for once.

OBJECTIVES:

• The Baalish would sorely love to make their planet a a hospitable, lush world again. A stark contrast to the barren wastes that now make up a majority of the planet's surface. Isolation has prevented them from acquiring the technology they need to make this a reality. Several Fringe operatives are to oversee terraforming operations on the planet.

• Just as much, if not more so, the Baalish would like to keep themselves protected. Not just from the One Sith, but from the other horrors lurking inside and out the Galaxy. Their military is not well trained or equipped. Several Fringe operatives are to oversee the training and modernization of the Baalish military corps.

• Finally, a radical monarchist organization has been the most prominent source of strife on the planet for decades. Their sole objective is to topple the current government and re-institute the long defunct monarchy. Their tactics are frequently suicidal and destructive to the planet at large. Several weeks ago, a terrorist strike destroyed an entire habitable zone. Several Fringe operatives are to track down this cell and dissolve it through any means necessary.

Good luck, folks, and happy hunting.

 

[Arage Bao]

Mindabaal​

Final Frontier​

Approaching Dusk​

Solving the Crimes​

On board the Bane of Coruscant there was a pleasant bustling and energetic mood, the crew members were content in their knowledge that they were going on a mission to help the citizens of Mindabaal in their need. Terrorism was growing rapid amongst the Mindabalian people and something had to be done about that, who better to try and solve this problem then the High Lord of Homeland Security?

This had been the foremost reason why Ovmar had been chosen for this task, well.. I say chosen but to be honest there hadn’t been much of a procedure to begin with. Who else was there to solve these kind of troubles, besides the military and the arbiters?

Exactly.

The military was busy training the armies of Mindaball, and the arbiters.. well I am just a narrator. I don’t know what the Arbiters are going to do, maybe they will join Ovmar on his noble Crusade to wipe out the Terroristic Cell and assume direct control over the-- Did I say that out loud? Oops.

At any rate, the High Lord stood on the bridge of the Bane, his feet firmly planted into the durasteel floor, staring into the mesmerizing cascade of colors which formed themselves into Hyperspace. A little smile tugged at the lips of the man, it seemed the man was happy with something.

Maybe his plans were going just as he.. well planned them, or maybe Ovmar was once again considering how much he hated small ships and how the Bane of Coruscant wasn’t, in fact, a small ship. Who would know? I am merely a simple narrator, and cannot penetrate the foggy cloak which surrounded a human being’s mind.

If this had been written in #firstpersonmasterrace things might have turned out differently, instead we have to content ourselves with mere speculation and gossip. Just as well really, who would want to know what plays off in that weirdo’s mind? I still think he is crazy or something. All that apathy.

Anyway, one of the crew members walked up to Ovmar and whispered something in his ear. Truly a brave man, his words related something about arriving in a few moments in orbit over the planet. It seemed their long journey had finally ended for now.

In the midst of this all stood Ovmar, alone and with a strange smile firmly placed on his face.

Weirdo.

 

[Garza]

SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER
MINDABAAL
Bane of Coruscant: Temp quarters

Oh I hated waiting for the take over. As the One Sith were a huge flash in the pan recently, Alot of the local planets have been contacting people to try and gear up for the Sith should they try to take them. And that's where the fringe came in. Coming to diplomatically swoop in to save the day. Sadly one of the people here to save them was infected with Sith poison. Me.

I shook my head as I put the robes on. As well as my double bladed lightsaber, and my Sithsaber. Lets not forget that I carried "Ol' reliable" with me as well. Attached to me via sling, I kept my crimson hood down and adjusted the durasteel bracers on my arms. Making sure they fit snug, but not too tight. Here I was, on the ship of the one and only Lord Ovmar. And well, I was serving him for now. Since his mission to search for the terrorist cell was also mine. Making my way past my room and others, I moved to the bridge as we were soon going to be breaking out of hyperspace.

Opening the Bridge doors, I walked up to stand behind the Sith Lord. The same man who had beaten me in the Fight a while back with the sheer will of his mind. Bowing slightly, I spoke, "Is there any wish that you would have me carry out Lord?"

Yes, I had a respect for him. At the same time, I had a small grudge against him for beating me, but he was a Master and I was an apprentice at the time. I only hoped that later on I could get a second chance with him, and the Dak Canton soldier to see if I could beat them, but that would be much later. Much later.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Mindabaal

Lucien by contrast to JaredJared was far from the bridge of his own ship. He felt no inkling to stand amongst the many self inflated minds that occupied his ship they were all "Intelligent" Men and did so enjoy telling every one else. To hear them one would think that the entire galaxy originated in their mind. No Lucien much preferred the peace of his own qaurters.

Lucien was himself unsuited to just one of the three objectives. He had no idea how to terraform, he had nothing to do with the military and he lacked the resources to hunt down terrorists however he did know how to create successful communities, the exact number of law enforcement personal necessary to keep crime down and social perception of liberty up. So that is what he would do he would advice the local governments on how best to do things and advice the people settling the soon to be habitable zones on how best to structure themselves.

Lucien walked from his office to the hangar bay to meet with his architects and assorted members of his entourage. He had prepared his finest suit. He had dressed in dark colours a little fear mongering in amongst the politness whent a long way to ensuring compliance.

 

[Xephirus Cloud]

Xephirus had been assigned to the Bane of Courascant, truly a catchy name. Xeph had just joined up with the Fringers... not entirely certain about his own existence, members within the Fringe had gone out of their way to ensure that Xephir was helped. He wondered if there was anyone within the order who was aware of his abilities, or if anyone even knew who he was. Xephirus had been assigned, but he had been assigned as a mechanic... per his test scores.

While Xephirus was in fact, rather good with all the moving parts he had certainly been surprised that was where they stuck him. He, himself, knew that he was destined for such great things... how else would he have escaped the Hive? He knew about the energy circulating around within him and he wondered how they couldn't see it. Or had they simply ignored it because someone within leadership was familiar with some of his legacy. Perhaps assigning him to a ship entitled The Bane of Courascant they assumed whoever was in charge could keep him in check. Anyway you sliced it Xephirus was prepared for anything.

Xephirus began to run the standard diagnostics on the bridge after coming out of Hyperspace. He watched as a man approached the commander, a sense of fear in his movements that only made Xeph chuckle a bit to himself. He wasn't even sure himself as to why it was so funny... it just was. He was pretty sure that he had never cowered before... but 8 centuries was a long time to remember details.

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

[SIZE=12pt]Mindabaal[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Bane of Coruscant – Bridge[/SIZE]

It wasn't that she had no interest in helping with the training of the planet's military...but the idea of participating in the terraforming of the planet or crushing a terrorist cell under her heel were infinitely more appealing. The first held the promise of destruction and creation on a scale that made her dizzy with anticipation and the second...well, that seemed self-explanatory. So if they reached the surface of the planet and she was needed in either direction she would go. It was her first time out with the other members of the Fringe, though not her first excursion in general, and she was determined to make the most of it.

For the moment however she found herself on the Bridge of her Master's ship, arms folded lightly over her chest as she looked out the viewport in anticipation of entering orbit.

Said Master was standing alone while she sat at a seat around the head of the bridge, a funny smile on his face as he seemed to observe his kingdom. If there was one person aboard the ship who did not want to know what played off in Jared Ovmar's mind it was her but for some reason she had decided to subject herself to said inner workings for an undisclosed period of time. (She liked to pretend that she found him a bore, insufferable - but in truth she'd already learned more than she thought possible from him, watching him behave with all the casual mannerisms of a man out for a morning's stroll. A slightly manic morning stroll - really, look at that smile.) She had an ear out for him or anything one of the crew said, quiet at first as was her way.

As they dropped from hyperspace she leaned forward in her seat, her dark eyes sweeping over the view of the planet they had. Not much to look at...for now.

[member="Jared Ovmar"] | [member="Nickolas Imura"] | [member="Lucien Cordel"] | [member="Xephirus"]​

 

[Avicus DuSang]

En route to Mindalbaal

War. War never changes.

In his personal Sith Infiltrator, the Dark God found himself sipping a glass of wine. Yellow eyes locked on a datapad as he familiarized himself with the culture and history of the planet. Sparking up a cigar, he took a long drag. "That's the thing about peasants. They feel they can run a planet by themselves, so they dethrone the nobility. Shortly thereafter, everything goes to Hell."

Perhaps he was a bit biased, but after rulers were evicted from positions, the new management always seemed to put the people in a worse spot than where they had been before. Atleast, from his point of view. He knew that [member="Lord Dissero"] would more than likely disagree, but that was his right. He was the Sith Lord's son, afterall. Even if it seemed, at times, he wished that wasn't the case. Regardless, he was still family, and Avicus made sure he was well looked after.

He even offered to take the young man to Mindabaal with him.

Personal matters aside, the Coruscantian Nobleman focused on the task at hand. In order to sway the people to willingly join the Fringe, there were three objectives that needed to be met. Sure, hunting down terrorists would've been a lot of fun, but the main reason Mindabaal was willing to give up their independance was to fall under the protective blanket the Lords of the Fringe offered.

In doing so, that meant the Military on world would be boosted. Lord Sennou's piece in all this would be to make sure the military could gracefully accept the jump in technology. Secondly, he'd have to make sure that no terrorists got their hands on Fringian technology. That would put the entire mission at risk. He would have to remain ever vigilant. And before the military could test any new weapons, he'd have to screen the ranks for potential threats to the government, and therefore, Fringian politics.

Taking another drag off of his cigar, he exhaled the smoke from his nose. The datapad was tossed in front of him, landing on a chair. Taking a sip of his wine, his thoughts drifted to the "revolutionary" terrorists who nearly destroyed the capital when he sat on the throne. Men willing to die, and to kill, to get Avicus off of the throne. The weight was too much to bear. In reality, he stepped down to save civillian lives.

 

[Dissero]

Thoughts of war and terrorism or revolutionaries were far from the Archivist's mind. He was upon the brink of something great in his research of artifact crafting and it was all he could do to give much else his attention. Sleep did not come willingly, food had all but been thrown to the wayside, peace of mind was naught.

But when your estranged father calls for a joyride you tend to drop some things. Especially when your mother insists. Really insists.

To help with matters he invited along one more person, the singularly lovely and ever benevolent [member="Carré Inirial"]. If nothing else, it would keep his temper in check and his paranoia in line. Those things had gotten a bit out of hand lately, ever since his last trip to Byss, and he didn't quite trust them in the private company of his father. A scattered, distracted mind wasn't a good thing to have around the former Emperor - a man who wasn't hard pressed to take advantage of such things on the unwary.

Dissero was sitting off to the side, fully engrossed in a datapad of his notes, muttering things under his breath.

 

[Not Ordo]

Gavin was -not- on his way to Mindabaal. In fact he wasn't on his way to much of anywhere. No the new King, governor, whatever of Vortusa was fast asleep. His ship hung in orbit not far from Mindabaal but until he awoke from his drink induced nap, he would be next to useless, imagine that. The man was wrapped in a large fuzzy robe and curled up on his bed aboard his personal freighter snoring softly as he slept off the night before.

Beep, beep, beep.

The alarm of his chrono kept going off at five minute intervals. He would have to hear it soon...wouldn't he?

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Well, here I am on yet another world, training a bunch of local yokels into big bad soldiers so they can go and exterminate an insurrection. Maybe putting down rebel groups is all I'll ever be good for, cause it sure as hell seems that way.

A bunch of Baalish stood at the out doors firing range, steadily plugging away at their targets. The staccato whine of blasterfire played sweet music to my ears. Too bad the sight of their marksmanship wasn't anything of the sort. Don't get me wrong, these Baalish are nice people and all, but they don't know jack about how to operate a blaster rifle. I wasn't about to go into advanced small unit tactics until they got the basics down. This was just a run through to see what they knew. So far, so pretty frakkin' bad.

Look, I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be out fighting the bad dudes with the guns, not training a bunch of try-hards. But apparently 'somebody' had to do it and that somebody just happened to be lucky ol' me.

I stomped over to one guy who stood in booth B-3, duster billowing out behind me in a super sexy, bad ass way that, unfortunately, no women were present to witness. So you'll just have to take my word for it. I snatched the rifle from the Baalish's hands and poked him in the shoulder.

"Stance, man, gotta remember stance." I helped up my fingers to count, "One, stance. Two, breath. Three, freakin' relax. If you're this nervous all the time you'll never hit friggin' anything." I slammed the rifle back into his grip and stepped away. "Try it again."

He failed. He failed pretty frikkin' miserably.

The next few minutes were a haze of blind rage and censored content.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

How long had it been since Jared Starchaser had run any kind of flight training for new pilots? Really, a while. The former CAG of the Fel Empire was doing all he could to keep himself flying for the Fringe, and work on things with Lia. It seemed that the last trip she’d taken really ran her up a wall. For now, Jared assumed she was fine, and he definitely needed some time out in the field.

But right now, it was just a matter of getting behind the yolk in whatever way he could. Having flown a selection of the Baalish pilots up to the Dawn Treader, Jared was pacing the ready room, watching the pilots, both Fringe and Baalish that were assembled.

“Now, there isn’t a need to explain what we’re doing here. We’re going to get you lot certified in flying Aeseth starfighter. We’re breaking everyone into two groups, Fringe pilots are going to be flying the Exalt, and Baalish, you’ll be in the Aeseth. Once we launch, we’re flying basic combat maneuvers against a mixed group of starfighters. Any questions? No? Get to your fighters and happy hunting.”

At that, Jared Starchaser dismissed the assembled group. When they cleared out and were escorted from the ready room into the hangar, he made sure to follow them slowly. He would make sure they all launched fine, at least the Baalish, before taking off in his own Exalt fighter. Once in space, they’d begin maneuvers.

 

[Carré Inirial]

Fingers gently stroked through Dissero's hair, a gesture he hardly noticed as engrossed as he was in his notes and mutterings. It was, Carré had to admit, more than a little disconcerting. But she could forgive it considering who they were accompanying to Mindabaal. It was going to be a fascinating time, at the very least. She kissed the top of his head before stepping over to reclaim her seat, slender fingers smoothing out the vine-silk of her sleeveless top.

Legs crossed, she sipped from a glass of wine and regarded Avicus carefully. Another one from her past, though only vaguely familiar at best. She'd known of the Sith Lord from a distance, which was best, given his reputation in those days. The Dark Sith Order brand on the palm of her left hand pulsed with energy, drawing her attention. Any other moment, and she'd have hissed with pain, but not there, with her current company. Instead, she watched as the sickly blue energy flickered in and out of the peaks and valleys of her ruined flesh.

Another sip of wine and Carré turned her attention back to the datapad in her free hand, and the comment that had passed the Sith Lord's lips. A smile curled her lips, a knowing expression that lingered across her delicate features as she nodded. The comment hadn't precisely invited a response, so she chose to remain silent for the moment.

Her silver gaze cascaded across the data on her screen, taking in the details about Mindabaal and the task they were to assist the Lord in the completion of. With any luck, the lady mused, there would be dissenters and traitors to be removed from the military's ranks...that ought to quite handily sate her appetites for violence and bloodshed.

| [member="Lord Dissero"] | [member="Avicus DuSang"] |​

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

"Self-righteous federalists and filthy humans of every stripe. Contemptuous though they may be, make no mistake! It is the Fringe that is the bane of our great nation!"

Mindabaal, precarious planet though it may be, wasn't a tyrannical or repressive regime. This lead it to implement laws permitting and protecting freedom of speech and freedom of assembly. Such as the current radical, isolationist, anti-human, monarchist group currently assembled for a clandestine basement meeting. Row upon row of non-human Mindabaalish listened to a sharply dressed Togorian orator. There were about thirty men in total. No sign of any women, for some reason. Though it may have been the rampant misogyny of the assembled member base that lead to such a notable absence of female members. We may never truly know. This was just one of many political movements on the planet, albeit one of the more radical ones. It was not, however, the terrorist cell plaguing the planet.

Then again, its members weren't exactly rushing to condemn the actions of that cell either.

"From the depths of Annaj they come, like so many womp rats!" The Togorian continued, "Here to exploit us for their sinister, apoplectic agendas."

A cacophony of agreement, even though most of them didn't know what 'apoplectic' meant. The orator didn't know either.

"We'll be consigned to the scraps, just like everywhere else in the galaxy, when they come here under the pretenses of rendering aid! Rendering aid they say, but they leave out how the non-humans will be once again, left to rot!"

More agreement, but they understood all the words this time, so it was more sincere.

"It is our duty, our anointed destiny to eradicate this-"

An small explosion that blasted the door to the basement off its hinges and down the aisle cut off the Togorian and made everyone else flinch. Just when they were getting to the good part, too. An unscrupulous mercenary by the name of Hannibal Oryen marched in, stepping callously over the downed door, Czerka 840 shotgun in hand. He was followed closely by two SC1 Battle Droids, both armed with rifles.

"Stay seated, ya bums." Hannibal ordered. One SC1 remained by the door, but the other accompanied Hannibal to the front of the room to keep an eye on the crowd while Hannibal confronted the Togorian.

 

[Kassandra Distorith]

| [member="Gavin Ovmar"] |​

In slightly stark contrast to Gavin's fuzzy robe, the statuesque blonde curled into his side was clad in pale blue shimmersilk robe. Also fast asleep, given the profusion of Whyren's in her bloodstream the night before. Or was it the day before? Maybe both...time passed differently on a ship that dangled in space, its occupants due to make an appearance at Mindabaal. They were, however, irrevocably late because one had challenged the other to a shot contest that had gotten far, far out of hand.

In a good way, but still. That's not the fething point, now is it?

Phedre yawned and opened one eye, the incessant perfectly intervaled (not a real word...but it damn well ought to be) beeping finally drawing her out of sleep. Fingers reached for the blaster she normally kept under her pillow, fully intending on shooting the offending chrono...only there was no pillow, there was Gavin. In a pink fuzzy robe. Snoring peacefully.

The chrono started beeping again, and Phe lunged across him to turn the blasted thing off. Something was lingering at the edge of her sleep-addled mind, just out of reach. Weren't they supposed to be somewhere? The blonde blinked, sea green eyes landing on the garment bag containing her armor, hanging there, half opened and ready.

Gavin.

Armor.

Weapons.

Ship.

Mindabaal.

MINDABAAL.

Frak...

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Phedre Parenthis"]

Gavin's dream was soon brought to an end as the beautiful blonde woman lunged across him to turn off the alarm. Her warn body in the blue shimmersilk robe laying across his as she hit the chrono was enough to encourage anyone to wake up happy.

He reached up and wrapped his arms around the woman and held her gently as he let his mind clear enough to speak.

"Well I can't think of a better way to wake up than this." He said, "are we starting round four?"

 

[Kitt Solo]

Training Part-ay

[member="Dak Canton"]

A slow-clap filtered through the yelling as the Fringer sauntered over toward Dak. A grin that didn't quite reach her eyes curled along her lips. Hip cocked to one side as her arms crossed. "Nice speech Canton. Think they could shoot better if you weren't hoverin' over 'em like they were scared womp-rats and yellin' at 'em like a ticked-off Dug that just lost last year's pod-racing finals to an eight year-old water-farmer kid still wet behind the ears?"

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Objective: train the yokels

[member="Kitt Solo"]

I swung my head toward the source of the racket that could be heard even over the blasterfire. Kitt hutt-smoochin' Solo, well frak me. Woman always seemed to have a way of showing up when she was least expected, or wanted. One of the two. Hadn't seen her in an age, not since Alen disappeared. Probably holed up somewhere, watching holovids and eatin' icecream straight out of the container. Well, for a newly emerged troglodyte she didn't look so bad.

Brown eyes doing my best impression of a death-glare, I scowled at her. Ok, admittedly I was impressed that she wasn't out of breath after that display.

"Basic," I drawled, "Do you speak it?"

 

[Kitt Solo]

Training with Canton!

[member="Dak Canton"]

There. She saw it. Under his hard-as-nails exterior, she saw a glimmer of someone who actually cared. Even if it was just a teeny-bit. Canton was no softie but maybe he was wasn't as crotchety as he let on.

Some of the yokels stopped to stare at the pair of Fringers.

"Keep firing soldiers," she grumbled without taking her gaze away from Dak. "And you. I think you understood me just fine, darlin.' Or did you want to jump off another roof with me to test how well we work together?" Single chestnut-brow lofted.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

My glare swung toward the eavesdropping Baalish, who got all flustered and started shooting again. I had fifty creds saying that they didn't hit the targets once.

"I think I'll pass," I grumbled, not truly meaning it. I mean, hindsight is 20/20 and there was a second there, while we were falling, suspended between life and death, when-... nope, not gonna say it. Alen would come back from wherever he'd been hiding and use one of those laser swords to chop my head off. No can do. "Look, if they don't learn here, then they die out there. I'm doing 'em a favor."

[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien assembled his team of agents "anyone who doesn't know my blood type or hold a masters degree in civil engineering is to cause or report some mild disorder when we get planet side, I want to know the responds rate and general behaviour of the emergency services on the planet , that means some of you need to get yourselves arrested ... I don't want massive destruction though we want to convince this planet to join us anyone who gets too aggressive will be red to a rancor or other large beast, you are dismissed" those who didn't know Lucien's blood type or hold an applicable degree moved from the lounge of Lucien's yacht. That left only his gaurds and advisors.

They landed on the planet and Lucien and his entourage were met by representatives of Mindibaal to be taken on a tour of the zones. His other agents began their own assighnments .