To touch the core, is to touch the heart(Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Lujo)

[Allyson Locke]

Quite steps moved about the floor, she had watched and gathered information about these 'Lords of the Fringe' - today she guessed would be a good idea to encounter them. Possibly, though one seemed to be a bit on the crazy side. Hands adjusted the shotgun gauntlets she was issued, she had used them a few times before in training. Deciding to test the limits of these men, she stepped out and smiled. Her hood covered her face and her armor leaving something to wonder about. The woman brought a single finger to her lips as she shh'd the gentlemen who seemed concerned over this Lord Ovmar.

 

[Valik]

LOCATION:

Valik, though not having any idea of what was going on on the ground of the planet Lujo, was hired to do a job. He was supposed to help fortify the system, protect it from the powder keg that was being surrounded by the Omega Protectorate, Republic, and Atrisisans in a peninsula like area. Except they were in space of course. Which lead itself to an interesting conundrum, how to defend one from all sides? With the proximity of Lujo to places like Fondor, Coruscant, and Atrisia it could easily be attacked by a bulk force from almost any direction. Thankfully, Valik had found himself in the temporary possession of a couple Llwhekk Aleph-Class Manufacturing ships. Which meant, that it was time to build things, and he could do so with a poorman's factory, wherever he wanted.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Valik"] would have found Ashin offended if he'd described the Lwhekk Aleph class as a poor man's anything. Factory ships were beautiful. Beautiful.

Her attention, however, was elsewhere. The land around the fortress ranged from rocky to sloped to forested to iced-over. Now, working crews with Koensayr KUT-42 'Stark' plasma torches levelled out the ground. Small craft with tractor beams cleared the rubble. And everything from planetary shields to local shields to planetary turbolasers to anti-air guns began slotting into place all around the fortress. The planetary shield generator would not be the only one -- a true and proper shutter shield required generators all over the globe.

 

[Velok the Younger]

A hint of melancholy tainted the proceedings of the building effort, so far as Rave Merrill could ascertain. Recognition, perhaps, that it couldn't last. Lujo was too close to the front lines by far. Not that such front lines existed -- but should they every come into being, they'd pretty certainly be located pretty close to here.

In a speeder skiff, Rave oversaw the installation of planetary ion cannons several miles from the fortress. A high wall surrounded them, replete with anti-air weapons and autoblasters. Her skiff kicked up a trail of loose snow, and wind caught the plume, tossing it into the faces of the work crews. She banked and pulled up her skiff. Stoicly in the cold, without winter gear, she began to help.

 

[Valik]

If @[member="Ashin Varanin"] were there to hear his thought and call him out on his descriptions, he would have clarified that the moniker was intended as a compliment. Shipyards did not move, Lwhekk Aleph's classes did, but couldn't produce larger ships. The fact that it could move indeed made it beautiful. Incredibly beautiful. However it still wasn't the same as having a shipyard. Unless it was, and his writer was missing something, which was a legitimate possibility.

But, his attention however, was elsewhere. Up in the void that sat above Lujo Valik looked over the schematics of some Iron Crown frigates, and hastily began reshaping it. For what he wanted he didn't need engines, or a hyperdrive. He only needed weapons, shields, early signally and detection capability. Cheap too, he wanted production to be cheap. Sure, Lujo was in a bombshell of a place politically, but it wasn't the only world that needed defense in the Fringe. Many other worlds could benefit, and if he could make them cheap enough to litter a dozen or so on every world it would just be that much more impregnable. So, he removed all cargo capacity, limited other non-essential compartments and eventually ended up with a dedicated battle platform he was satisfied with.

"I want a dozen stationed on this world, put in a non-decaying orbit around the planet. Let's get it done." He ordered to the reptilian Ssi-Ruuk running the ship, and the various cogs and gears of construction went to work. He'd see this place defended. After all, in a place like this invasion was but a mere stone throw away.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Valik

Ashin Varanin would never have admitted it unless pressed, but -- affirmative. Lwhekk Alephs were capable of functioning as starship repair vessels, even minor shipyards for the production of, for example, simple fighters.

Or frigate-sized battle platforms. Bob Bobison Parker would approve. As of yet, he was still a good and loyal and very much alive Fringer, and Circe was still around. Neither condition would persist for long.

Ashin's shuttlecraft rose from the planet's surface, toward the Chimaera and a set of waiting dignitaries.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

While the arrival of two masters of the force was causing havoc downstairs Sargon continued on his pattern of efficient kills, his legionnaire squad moving in the lower floors with a fire fight as the Zabrak moved one more floor down. "Hummingbird, moving to next floor, give me a window scan on the floor." Sniper teams were beautiful things, and with that aid the rooms would be nervous and thinned out.

The senses of Sargon spread again as he pulled his rifle butt against his shoulder as he moved around the corner on the stairs, his eye trained down the iron sights of the weapon. The first room was empty, and in fact the floor was emptying fast as a steady drain of terrorists went towards the first floor to deal with the arriving forces. "@Jared Omvar and @[member="Lucien Cordel"], you have a lot of company headed your way."

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

The Sniper Team was safe for the moment on the adjacent building. Her hearing was still giving her fits. One of her team member's placed his hand on her shoulder and pointed to the other building. He switched on visual scan so Sargon could get the feed. He spoke with a chuckle as he spoke into his mike "Daddy Bird, Humming bird's hearing is still shot. Please relay vocal commands to Baker 2 roger, Daddy Bird..." The visual showed that the thermal detonator had taken out a few of the terrorist but not all. Some of the scattered ordance could be hot. Baker 2 switched on infrared to add more info for Sargon's team. Meret knew he might be scanning their images. She blew Sargon a kiss and mouth the words "For Luck.."

 

[Velok the Younger]

Planetary-scale weapons like turbolasers, ion cannons, and hypervelocity cannons had three major needs -- surface security, shielding cover, and power. The first, Rave ensured as she monitored the work crews' execution of the plan, was accomplished through quad lasers, autoblasters, razor wire and minefields. The second had more to do with the immense planetary shield generators, and their smaller localized equivalents. The third was the problem.

Power generation, secure power generation, required an immense series of reactors as well as the armor to keep them locked down. The Finality-class, normally her weapon of choice, was too compartmentalized for this. Only Tempus Ardet bulk freighters would do, same as when landing the planetary-scale weapons, and landing those was a chore around here.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer remained on the Chimera doing what she did best...


Play with the star maps. The woman ran her fingers through the holograms shifting things that were all color coded and such. She moved and flipped tossing planets in and out like they were seeds in her muffin. After coloring the entire star map with the Fringe sphere of Influence she gave a smug smile. Her dreams would be revealed along with her ultimate plan. The Fringe would dominate and her dreams of taking over the galaxy would be realized. Yawning slightly, she retreated to the meditation sphere on the ship and took in a deep breath. Like many times before this - she meditated giving influence to the entire military along with its leaders. Things would become clearer and fear would only be a distant dream.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]'s mind, for a moment, cleared.

Sargon, sent Ashin. She was no lover of telepathy, but some moments required it, and he was incommunicado. I've tasked a DOKAW in orbit to provide fire support for you on standard frequencies. Be careful with it.

The DOKAW - De-Orbiting Kinetic Somethingorother -- was nothing more or less than a guided carbonite rod, just waiting to drop from the sky guided by teeny little fins. A precise weapon, if engineered correctly. Dangerous in an urban area, but Ashin trusted Sargon's judgment as well as his restraint.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Stopping in mid pace the Zabrak laughed softly and shook his head, the entire building could be obliterated by a single strike of that weapon, but it would leave quite the crater and massive amounts of debris in the air above the city. Hooking up his comm link into a nearby port in the building the Zabrak smiled wide. "All rebel cell members, fair warning, we have a weapons strike above the city ready to obliterate this building, surrender and be treated fairly, or die in the implosion. Anyone interested in surrender drop your weapons and hit the floor, your are under attack by two Sith Masters, there is no escape."

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

Meret and her team observed some rebels surrender and exit the building....

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

Eldoc arrived with supplies, somehow he had been roped into escorting a freighter laden with all sorts of things. Things to fortify, Moving ever so slowly they had taken most of the fight to even get to the damn planet, and now everything seemed to go to hell. Alarms were blazing and people were running around. He cursed as he made his way to the bridge. Damn it all he thought, What the kark was going on, that was when he smelt the smoke. Things were bad, that was sure it seemed that during the process of entry every thing that could go wrong had went wrong. systems were down and on fire and they were hurtling towards the planet with no apparent way to stop. Figured, just his luck to be stuck in the one ship that was a piece of junk. This was not his day. Eldoc sighed trying to stay out of the way yet head towards the bridge. Stopping only to take a swig of his flask. After all, if he was going to die, it might as well be with a flask in his hand.

 

[Dissero]

Nevermind the mindboggling strangeness of a one, Lord Dissero, being here in this very spot at this very time, in a battle that had started long before his induction into the Fringe. Nevermind the quantum complications that arise when one footels about with time and planes of existence - Sable, Sven Talith, and Piraiba could attest to the ugliness and confusion that was dimensional travel. Nevermind that it was very likely, given the frame of things, he would have, should have been on the opposite end of this non-existent galaxy.

The fact remained that Dissero was here. Right here. In a hallway wearing the Subtle Cloak that he'd given to his Apprentice on Rudrig months ago, folded neatly in a brown parcel, delivered by a trusted associate just moments before he and Velok took the Sith for everything they had, including a very nice Møen kitchen sink with a hands-free touch sensitive faucet, hot water backup for instant antibacterial heat, and a soap dispenser that smelled faintly of a field of lilacs in the summertime. This was now installed in his kitchen in his home on ... well, nevermind that, too.

He was on the first floor, thinking about how he'd gotten here. The Archivist was no stranger to the mystical and arcane, but truly this was a dream. Or perhaps a hallucination. Maybe even a side effect of all those dark arts he poured over and practiced in the dark chambers of his dark new home. Whatever the case may be, the man couldn't rely on his memory to tell him how he'd gotten here. If it was a dream, he'd never remember. If it wasn't, well, there was always a comm and a frequency he knew to be used by his Fringer compatriots. Dissero turned the Comm on and listened, his back against the wall of a narrow hall by which several men, many of whom he supposed to be terrorists, passed him by without so much as a sideways glance.

That was the power of the Subtle Cloak. Hide 'em in plain sight.

A report came in. Ovmar was unresponsive, detailed to be on the first floor. Coincidence? Lady Luck was usually never so kind to men like them. With a jubilee of weaponry scattered about his form, Dissero headed off down the hall in an unhurried, methodical manner.

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ashin's transport ascended into the hangar bay of the waiting Chimaera. The old Star Destroyer never ceased to amaze her. Just now, of course, it had yet to lock horns with the Starfall over Kayri. It had merely conquered thousands of worlds and spent a year orbiting a black hole near Tython while playing host to the spirit of her grandfather Je'gan Olra'en. It had merely subjugated the Rakata and flat-out conquered the Ssi-Ruuk and gone head-to-head with a planet-sized mechanical monster.

Now it was merely overseeing the construction of an immense fortress to halt Republic expansion into Fringe territory. And the subsequent fortification of the system with planetary weaponry, shields-

The room full of delegates understood what this meant, understood why they were there.

"Gentlemen, ladies, my apologies but we have conquered your world."

 

[Arage Bao]

Sadly Jared Ovmar was not in a state of mind to appreciate the clear paradox of the time-travel situation, his mind was a bit pre-occupied with the flying rainbow unicorn prancing about. It was a problem that had to be resolved, maybe through some space magic force healing. But again, Jared was a bit busy with other stuff to even realize what was happening. Luckily his previous rage outburst killed all the terrorists in the room, the only people in the room was the demented Sith Lord and his pet unicorn. Although the unicorn was only in his imagination, but who is keeping track anyway?

"I will capture you, pink sithspawn! Tonight we dine in hell!"

@[member="Lord Dissero"]​

 

[Dissero]

When he arrived in the corridor from which the repugnant spill of Darkside Energy surged, Dissero couldn't be sure just what he might find. Much to his chagrin, he stepped over prone bodies litered along the way, stopping at a doorway that was open for the sake of the terrorist that had slumped through it. Done. Lights out. The essence of his being long filtered into the void. His spirit was gone but his stench remained.

And terrorists had a putrid stench, for whatever reason may be.

Blue Eyes peered through the opening and into the room where at the center he discovered, to his much grander chagrin, the man known as Jared Ovmar running in circles. A proverbial dog chasing it's tail. Now, you'll have to understand that it wasn't often Sith Masters were gotten the better of, so the sight of this was really quite rewarding to Dissero and as he overstepped the human speed bump he made a conscious effort to record it to his memory. A little trick of the mind he'd picked up from Velok would help him solidify this instant for eternity.

Someone had to remember it because Jared Ovmar certainly wouldn't.

Pausing on the brink of the circle, wondering if it was the man's madness or the work of the Subtle Cloak keeping him from Jared's notice, Dissero extended a foot, high, to trip the man as he made the next pass.

A moment later he reached up to remove the hood of his cloak, effectively nullifying the power of it for the time being. For good measure, he next reached out a hand and made for a small zap of Force Lightning at whatever part of Ovmar's figure was closest - likely his rear, given the likelihood of a face-plant.

 

[Arage Bao]

Suddenly he found himself flying to the floor, nose first. The evil unicorn of hell caught the better of him, he was about to take hold of his lightsabre and cut the nasty thing to pieces. But then suddenly.. "YELP!" a rather undignified sound came from his lips as a lightning touch hit him in the buttocks. Luckily it also shook him up from his daydreams, now he was fully aware of his presence. The pink Unicorn was a vague memory in his tired mind, but instead of being grateful for the help.. well the Sith Lord lashed out. As he continued to fall down, he twisted his leg; kicking sideways. If it landed he would kick the offender's legs out from under him.

@[member="Lord Dissero"]​

 

[Dissero]

Granted the man was fast, but Dissero was fresh-faced to the scene and his own mind was far from tired. He also wasn't an idiot. You don't zap a Sith Master on the ass and not expect a rebuttal.

The man gave a casual leap back and over the kick, much like a girl might in a game of hopscotch or jump-rope.

Brows raised, he chuckled, "I admire your spirit, Lord Ovmar. Keep fighting the good fight and surely the planet will be ours."

A ping came through his comm.

"And there it is. Well done, milord."