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

[Kitt Solo]

Training and getting under Dak's skin

[member="Dak Canton"]

"You're right," the smile was gone from her face as she managed to say those words softly but still loud enough to hear over the practice fire. "Let's see what we can show them together." The grin crept back into the corners of her lips as she held her hand out for a gun. "Fifty creds says I can train more of these men to hit their targets than you can. Shake on it Canton?" Her palm wavered in the space between them.

 

[Avicus DuSang]

With [member="Carré Inirial"] and [member="Lord Dissero"] aboard, the trip didn't seem so long. Atleast, simply because both beings were just so very fascinating. The son of a Sith Lord being pampered by a Sith Mistress. As smoke rolled out of his nostrils, he grinned at the display of affection. "Merovign, if you continue to ignore the tenderness of a woman's touch, then she'll go off to caress someone who will return it. Work is important, but so is love. And, taking care of yourself. Can't make breakthroughs if you're body gives out on you."

He chuckled, sipping his wine. Such passion for power. The Dark God was not blind to ambition. He knew how his son felt while the young man nearly tortured himself for the sake of research. It was one of many things as to why things didn't work out between he and Lady Silencia. Though, he still made time for her now and then. The Garhoon Mistress was a Goddess in her own right. Beautiful, cunning, powerful, and full of majesty. She ruled like she earned it. In all accounts, she truly had.

Yellow eyes turned back to his guests as he focused on the present, and near future. "Our goals are simple. We're here to bring the military up to standards with Fringian Code. While I set the training up, I'd like you two to start sniffing out rogue agents that have infiltrated the ranks, as well as terrorist supporters. Also, madamoiselle, please make sure the boy eats. I'm putting his health in your hands. Don't let me down."

Planetside

The ranks were lined in neat order. Uniforms in perfect order. Boots shined so well a man could see his own eye colour against the black leather. This was what military was meant to be like. Not so different than how things were in his Empire. Stepping up to the podium in a white suit, a white cape, and white shoes, he looked down on the ranks and smiled. "A glorious day. Not just for Mindalbaal, but for the Outer Rim.

"Today, we add this beautiful planet and it's people into our jurisdiction. Away from the hypocrisy of the Republic. Away from the unregulated tyranny of Sith Imperial Remnants. Away from the bloodlust of the Mandalorians. Away from the corruption of the Cartels. Today begins a new day in Mindalbaal history. A new page away from the destruction your planet faced, and towards the prosperity and charity we deliver unto you."

Yellow eyes scanned the ranks before he continued. "Over the next few weeks, we will be sharpening your training until you are a finely tuned sword of defense. The ultimate defense against those who would wish you harm inside and outside of your borders. Hear me when I say this will not be easy. But, goals worth obtaining never are. The steel does not find the furnace a vacation. It does not long for the swordsmith's hammer as imperfections are beat out of it. But, when the final splash of water cools it down, and it easily cuts through flesh and bone, the steel realizes the pain it went through was worth it."

Sparking up a cigar, he stepped down from the podium.

 

[Arage Bao]

In orbit over Mindabaal

Seconds passed while Ovmar kept looking outside the viewport at the miasma of colors which always heralded hyperspace. It seemed to take ages for him to reply to the simple question the Elementalist asked of him, was there anything the boy could do? Probably, there was always something to do when you busy yourself with the domination of a planet.

His hands firmly clasped behind his back, Ovmar’s grin silently went away and was replaced with a slight frown. He could feel Imura’s anxiety, it seemed the man hadn’t forgotten their past duel. Truth to be told the man had hold out better, than Ovmar had expected him to. Fighting against two elite warriors of the Fringe, and holding out for the longest time? Ain’t an easy accomplishment and yet.. the man wanted more. Jared could feel it.

“As a matter of fact, there is something you can do. Go to the hangar bay, and check up on our operatives. Make sure they understand what our mission parameters are, we are to figure out the location or locations of the terrorists cells and then take them out. Without any casualties. Make sure to impress this fact on them, and then report back.”

Not that Ovmar’s operatives really needed it, he had trained them well. But if Imura wanted to become someone in the Fringe Hierarchy, he would have to start presenting himself as a man with authority. First step was to take initiative, and not allow people to walk all over him. Something… which will probably happen the moment he walks into the hangar bay, trying to tell the boys what to do. How will he handle it? Will he try to use brute force, or will he try the diplomatic way? Curious.

The Lord of the Fringe waited for Imura to go off on his mission, and then settled his attention on Matsu. Which coincidentally was at the same time as they jumped out of hyperspace, and settled into the orbit of the planet.

“You know the drill, Matsu. What would your first step be, in trying to pin-point the location(s) of the terrorists?”

[member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Grumpily Training
[member="Kitt Solo"]

Fifty creds? Eh, what the hell. A year or two ago I would've never called fifty creds chump change, but time's change. One day you're starin' at the edge of poverty, the next you're robbing phrikite mines and auctioning the results for wildly overpriced sales to ridiculously rich corporate slicks.

I grunted and shook her hand firmly. Handshakes tell a lot about a person. Some people try to smash your hand 'cause they got something to prove, others just sit there like a limp fish. No spine, see. My handshake was... I dunno, just solid I guess.

"You're on, Solo."

 

[Ariel Tull]

Mindiball​

The Pen-Ultimate Frontier​

Killing People​

​

While Jared Ovmar, his crew, and the Bane of Coruscant slowly edged towards the planet a certain Maelibus was already on the ground, looking for the terrorist cells. Said Maelibus was doing a rather poor job, truth be told. It seemed that being a reflective gold color, standing at 2 meters even and nearly having the ground shake every time you stepped from the weight you carried attracted a lot of attention. People made way for Ariel's path, some even visibly running away from her in fear. It was if they'd never seen a being like her before. Or perhaps they'd seen her blow something up and she hadn't realized it. That would be odd though, she hadn't used Combustion since arriving on world. Spotting a stout Rodian that looked to be less in fear than the other inhabitants she headed over and began to speak to him.

"Tell me child, have you heard the tale of the goddess Rave Merrill?" She asked, to which only a furrowed brow was given. Showing this one the True Way might be difficult.

 

[Garza]

SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER
MINDABAAL
Bane of Coruscant: Bridge - Hangar bay

I could just see the gears turning in the man's head. Wondering of how he could employ me to this mission. Sure I was just considered a kid. Barely 19. I was lacking in areas that most others excelled at, and I hated myself for that. I looked off to my right as the man thought. Seeing a woman of some decent with an olive like skin complexion. She looked nice, but something told me that this woman had more to her than her looks. Seemingly she was probably the apprentice of the man standing in front of me. learning mental prowess to levels that could rival others of her rank.

Suddenly I heard him speak. I snapped my attention back to him as he spoke. “As a matter of fact, there is something you can do. Go to the hangar bay, and check up on our operatives. Make sure they understand what our mission parameters are, we are to figure out the location or locations of the terrorists cells and then take them out. Without any casualties. Make sure to impress this fact on them, and then report back.” Nodding my head to the man as he gave me almost a direct order to get them prepped and ready. I bowed to him, but only my head, "Yes my lord." Turning away from him I walked out of the room. Only hearing the first words of a second conversation. But nothing could be made out.

I walked past others who were working on preparing themselves. Carrying weapons, armor, even ammo to their destination. Moving along the corridors, I felt as though I should put my hood up to hide my face, but a gut feeling prevented me. I needed to be up front with these men. There was no point in hiding the truth of who I was. I was the younger brother of Morna Imura. I had to accept that fact. Still holding onto my Rifle ol' reliable, I carried it in my right arm. With a wave of my left hand, the hangar doors opened. Some of the soldiers looked at me then looked away with no interest. Moving over, I stayed at the doors as others move around me. I could feel my heart pound as I was going to speak to them all at once. A man pushed me out of the way, "Hey kid, get the hell out of here before you get hurt." He then began to laugh at how I was here. I shook him off.

"Everybody Soldiers I would like to speak!' I tried to speak loudly, but only a few heard and moved on. I tried again with the same results. I looked at my hands and smiled. Letting the rifle fall down on it's strap over my shoulder, I then lifted my hands to the air. While the air then began to smell of burning flames and the heat that could rival furnaces. People acted with a scared reaction at first, turning to me, to see who was doing such a thing. "Now let me speak!" ​A few of them chuckled and turned to me only interested in seeing a kid break down. I choked up. Their stares..... it made me feel as though I was staring into the eyes of the man Jared Ovmar. but yet I had faced men like this before.
"Come on laddie, SPEAK UP!'
"Kid Talk!"
"Say something!"
"Forget this kid he wont say anything."
​"Insert cricket sounds here."
"Go home kid, you don't belong."

These words spoken to me floated around my head. I rubbed my hand on the side of my face and ran it through my hair. I was tired of being looked down on. I was tired of being treated as a Child. I was a goddamn adult in age. [member="Lucien Cordel"] was my Master, a man of wealth and power. I had fought against [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], and [member="Dak Canton"]. All veteran warriors and soldiers of the Fringe. Powerhouses of the Galaxy. I was DONE WITH IT ALL! With the force exploding out through my vocal cords, I yelled out to make my voice be heard.

"I WILL SPEAK! AND YOU WILL LISTEN!" it echoed in the hangar. many times over and over. "I HAVE FOUGHT MASTERS OF THE FORCE AND VETERANS OF THE BATTLE FIELD. THIS IS MY VOICE AND I WILL BE HEARD!" Everyone now had their eyes on me. Every. single. set.

My chest shuddered and my breathing heavy. I took a breath. "None of you know who I am. Have not you heard the stories of a boy taking on a Jedi and Sith master? Rumors of a boy who can move the ground beneath your feet?" I lifted my left hand to show them my arm. "I am he. I come her to simply ask you if you know what to do, and see if you are prepared. I come to do as I was told." I started to walk towards the group and the opened a path to just about the center of the hangar. "I do not come here to threaten you, or to scare you. I come here on a task. All I ask is that you do what is expected of you." I shook my head and let it hung near my chest. "I want to be respected as many of you are. I want to be someone that can be spoken to." I took my rifle and tossed it to the ground. pointing to it, "But I can't when you throw me down and shove me over like a lost orphan." I gripped the barrel of the blaster rifle and picked it up. Dusting off nothing. I then looked around and looked into the eyes of those around me. "Give me the benefit of doubt that I can do what was asked of me." I then opened my arms as I spun around to face the other side.

"What say you?"

[member="Matsu Xiangu"],

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

She looked over her shoulder when her Master called for her attention, watching him from the seat she’d chosen at the front of the bridge as he asked her for her thoughts. She turned back to the console in front of her, pulling up the scant files that the Fringe had been given on the situation on the planet below them. Though the government of Mindabaal had been reluctant at first to open their doors to the Fringe, they seemed to realize their precarious position in the grand scheme of things. Matsu had access to a decent mock-up of all the recent terrorist attacks.

Now, she wouldn’t claim to have any experience whatsoever in rooting out terrorists, but that’s why she had Jared. She felt confident pointing in the direction she would take however, and she pulled together the info she had to pull up a small, floating hologram of the planet.

In truth, for a homegrown band of terrorists she thought they’d done alright for themselves. All the areas they’d hit were highlighted in red, patches of various sizes marking most of the tiny planet’s surface. All the attacks had been of various size, their reach overlapping, especially that of the most recent attack. However, there was one small spot that scaled up would equal a couple thousand kilometers. With the assault spread out over months and of varying reach Matsu could guess that the pattern she was looking out now was unrecognizable to the planet’s people.

“Here,” she said, running her finger along the bare section of the planet, the hologram twitching under her touch. “No attacks here. I would guess they’re either somewhere in this area, or it’s somewhere they haven’t hit yet. The former seems more likely,” she said, finally turning her gaze to look at him again.

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