Crossing the Rubicon

[Arage Bao]

National Park​

A Bench​

Annaj​

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In front of the Bobinson Memorial​

08:00PM​

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Things had to change. It was a thought that had crossed Jared's mind a lot of times these days. When had it started? Back when the Confederation had first taken its root? When the High Council was reinstated? Or when they lost the battle for the Liberation of Eriadu? Doubt was fixated upon Jared's face, but he knew one thing for certain. Things had to change. But he could not do it alone, he was not that thick-headed and arrogant to assume he would have that kind of power.

But who to trust.. who to trust, it was a question that did not bode well for him. But there was one man, he would have to trust. Sargon had been his friend since.. since a long time now. They had not been able to talk much these days, seemed as if the duties of an Archon were quite elaborate.

Still, his support would be needed. The most of all, really. So a message had been sent.

"Come and meet me, where the brave guard was laid to rest. There is much to discuss."
- J

Sargon would know where and who he was meeting. But would he see reason? That was a question that had to be answered.

The dice has been cast, no way back now.

[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon had worn many hats during his time in the Fringe, soldier, diplomat, and for a short time he was nearly complete leader alongside Jared. By far though Archon was the most time consuming, well except for the first year on Bakura, that had been quite the interesting affair. Thus he was quite pleased to be taking a few moments to met Jared away from official offices, the park air would do him good. Sweeping out with the Force as he approached his old friend Sargon felt the grounds were nearly empty in the local area, not even a guard duty.

Taking a seat besides the man Sargon had ruled the Fringes of space with for a short time the Zabrak shot him a smile. "You know if we want to look any more like conspirators I'd have worn a large black coat with sun glasses, I can still go get them if you'd like?"
[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared silently sat on the bench, and waited for his friend to come. When he finally did, he could not help but laugh at the Zabrak's words. Sargon had always been so.. care-free it seemed, relaxed and a t peace with the world. Always able to see the humor in everything.

It was good to see that his job, and time itself had not changed that aspect of the man. Jared offered his hand, and greeted him.

“Yeah.. I was going for the most cheesy location I could dig up. How have you been, my friend?”

[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Leaning back Sargon began to assess the park itself, his mind a mix of how he'd defend and take this place as an objective, and taking in the surrounding life through the Force, his life it seemed would always be at odds. "Good, but busy, they like to keep me busy diplomatic dinners, troop inspections, how is the 142 Legion going to eat, little things like that. You'd be surprised how half ass backwards the logistics can get as the Fringe starts to spread out. During the Junta it was one thing to allocate resources, but a democracy becomes an entirely new mess. Too much red tape, but such I suppose is the future they say."

Taking out a small datapad the Zabrak thumbed through it quickly, "Do you remember, when we were just a soldier and an apprentice? Seems like so very long ago, and yet only yesterday. The Fringe was in constant fear of the Protectorate threat, just a blip on the map of the Big Three. How the times change.
[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Of course he had surveyed the park ahead of time, some of his men were stationed at keypoints to make sure they would not be disturbed on this matter. He closed his eyes and leaned back himself, trying to relax and not seem like a cheap villain out of the movies.

“I remember, Sargon. I remember it fondly. Sometimes I wish we could go back to the ol' days, no responsibilities.. at least not a lot of them. Just do what you are told and the end of it.”

His smile turned rueful as he continued.

“Moment you have the reigns.. it all turns messy. What's the right thing to do? What if you pick the wrong choice? Questions, my friend. “

[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The Zabrak simply nodded for a moment in response before letting go a soft sigh. "I've asked that question many times myself, you know? I've killed, ordered men to die, and sometimes for nothing more then a rock floating in space. In the end we can't doubt our decisions at the time, hard as they may be, and we know it. Leaders aren't allowed to doubt, or hesitate creates doubt in those who follow. In the end only when we are alone do we have the luxury of asking why, or what if. Now we barely have that, too many things to check with a council before deciding them. I'm still guilty of forgetting that without a doubt. I'm a military man, always have been, I don't have time to wait for a committee to discuss action."

Stopping for a moment the Zabrak turned his head to Jared with a grin. "Of course, I'm also a believer in the Living Force, and I try to live my life for the greater good. I could walk away from this level or responsibility and power without a second thought. To turn my back on the people I've lead though, and the Fringe itself? Never."
[member="Jared Ovmar"]