Darkness That's Fabulous

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Fabula Caromed"]

The Academy was in morning sessions, explaining the soft voices that traveled throughout the halls, while the whistles of the blizzard outside beating against the academy added a melodramatic sense to the environment. It was relaxing, just as Romeo intended it to be. The academy was built with two things in mind, safety and work. Jedi always said the path of the dark side was an easy one, Romeo was going to show them that hard work, dedication molded respectable force adepts.

Between the academy, and the family seat of power, Romeo hadn't been in an actual fight in months. It was nice.

"M'lord the invitations have been sent out to the specified recipients."
His coms awoke in his ear.
"Good work."
He replied to his staff member.

Those who were chosen to know where the academy was were now given the coordinates to the academy. What they didn't know, the code held a deletion system that tracked all its entries. Meaning anywhere it was stored..it would be deleted.

"Keep scans automated."

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Fabula Caromed had grown used to being a semi-public figure, which was honestly as close to celebrity status as she could conceive existed. Every once in a while, someone knew that she existed, either as a fighter in a very publicized tournament or as a model for a very publicized magazine. Maybe someone knew that she had fought in one or two of the many wars the galaxy seemed to constantly be experiencing, or someone else knew her last name and status as very minor nobility in the Mandalorian culture. The point was that, every so often, she got messages from people she didn't know, but who apparently knew of her. It wasn't something she knew how to handle, but it was at least something she was used to.

This one was somewhat different.

Once upon a time, a different woman named Fabula Cavataio had joined and attempted to work with the Jedi Academies on Coruscant and Tython. Now, it seemed that this Fabula Caromed was being contacted to do the same thing with a slightly...less conventional project. As she reviewed the message, the word "Bogan" in particular stuck out to her. The lessons Petra had given her so long ago brought to mind early Jedi attempting to name the Dark Side in order to characterize it and unite against it. "Bogan" had been the name they had decided most invoked the feelings they were attempting to avoid.

A Dark academy. That was interesting. And on Hoth. Fabula had been to Hoth during the Cauldron, and found it more to her liking than her opponent. She remembered hours of meditation in the cold, a snowstorm and tauntaun screams as her only company. Why not go back? The worst that could happen would be a trap, and it was hardly as if the kind of person who needed to use a trap would have any chance of actually harming her.

Feeding her destination to the Bloody Pilgrim, Fabula set her autopilot and went to unpack her beskar'gam. One way or another she'd be able to get something out of this trip. <Lynn. I'm going out for a trip to Hoth. Should be back in a day or two. There's some leftover stroganoff in the cooler.> And off she went.

[member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Morning sessions were now ending, and the bristling of people awoke with laughter, foot steps, and the aura of sanctification and determination. They kids were heading to breakfast, then to the more physical of the sessions, exercise. Romeo believed in a healthy body, and thus forced it as a must for the academy. Teachers, and various other staff members chit chatted with one another about how best to present a lesson, while others discussed new ways to get the students interested.
Here, they came in all ages, six to thirty, and even older. They had group lessons, and individual lessons.
"Sin! How what is the best way to teach a student?" One of the teachers called out to him.
Romeo turned to look at the teachers.

"You treat everything as a lesson, as a test, and as a way to succeed. Everything is a door, you but have to open it."
Romeo bowed before his fellow teachers, and moved towards the stairs that lead to his office.
Behind him, a large figure followed after.
"Romeo, we seem to have a few answered invitations. Some are coming as we speak."
It was Alizza who was a Arachneri, large spider people. They were unable to touch the force, however, their sharp minds, and various natural abilities made them equally dangerous.
"Come, we will look at what we need this season, and various other reports for this year Alizza." Romeo ushered.

[member="Fabula Caromed"]

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Academy, just where the coordinates had listed it. Fabula's beat up seasoned old Vector, the Bloody Pilgrim, kicked up a veritable blizzard as its landing thrusters caught the fallen snow on the academy grounds. This place was well-secreted, and Hoth was a nowhere planet anyway. There very well might be no way for anyone to find it without knowing where they were going...which, of course, begged the question of how they got supplies out here. Eh, no matter. As her ship touched down, Fabula brushed those thoughts out of her head in the same motion that she brushed her hair up into a small, makeshift bun to better fit beneath her helmet.

The boarding ramp didn't need but a couple of feet to lower before she could disembark, so Fabula made a point of closing it up quickly to prevent the snow from getting inside. It would be hard enough to keep the Pilgrim warm without having to worry about ambient moisture. Her skirt flying madly in what seemed to be an aberrant winter gale and armor gleaming in the morning sunlight, she might very well have been a dramatic figure on her approach to the front door. But then, Fabula was quite used to being needlessly dramatic.

Walking inside, and into a more climate-controlled area, Fabula stopped at the first available orientation official and presented her invitation. "Excuse me." Her soft voice crackled through her helmet's external speaker. "Sorry for the interruption. I believe I'm expected. Fabula Caromed. It might be on your list as Fabula Cavataio..."

[member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Fabula Caromed"]


The man at the front looked up at her, then back at his computer, back at her, then once more at the computer. "Ahhhh, Seems we had a mix up. Fabulous Darkness, you are on the list." He pressed a button, "M'lord, Fabulous Darkness is here as predicted, shall I send her up?"

A few seconds before this happened, Romeo had already in his studies at the top of the academy. His comlink went off about a Fabulous Darkness, to which Romeo cracked up in laughter. "Yes, please, send her here."

Back to the man waiting for an answer who was watching Fabula closely finally heard his answer. "Yes sir." He pressed a few buttons, to which opened up a wall to reveal a elevator. "It's set to take you to Romeo Sin's studies Fabulous, please enjoy your stay here. And Remember, it's a secret."

Back at the top, Romeo was dying from laughter. Anyone who saw her, would know her as Fabulous Darkness, the name Romeo had told them to call her. Just to see her reaction. When he was done, he quickly straightened himself, and removed his robes so that he was just in a shirt, and pants, no shoes. He gathered some caf, and had it begin brewing as he waited for him, chuckling once more to himself.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

...Well.

That was a thing.

Fabula's "reaction" wasn't much of one. She crossed her arms over her breastplate and said nothing. Her expression was hidden behind a face-concealing helmet, even if that expression was a confused pout. This may have been a mistake. Maybe it wasn't an actual establishment, but a bunch of pseudo-professional dimwits who had stumbled upon a cool story and wanted to pretend they were Force sensitive. A part of her always thought anything could be a Sith trap, but no one here stank of Sith.

Whatever was going to happen wouldn't be happening here. Fabula gave a quick, silent nod and moved into the previously-hidden lift. If this whole meeting was a trap, and their intent was to kill her, this would be where they did it. Her muscles tensed a little, just in case, but despite the fact that this meeting seemed to be as far from "on the level" as it could be, she didn't sense any hostile intent. Were these people insane, or just stupid? And why had she even agreed to this?

The lift doors opened a few moments later, and Fabula strode out in shimmering steel and scarlet cloth like the second coming of Roan Fel. If anyone else tried to yank her chain, she might get slightly annoyed. But by now, she pretty much had to meet with this "Romeo" character, both because she was already on her way, and out of curiosity. It had been at least a few weeks since she'd dealt with a madman.

[member="Romeo Sin"]