In between him and Premderia, is one Federation space outpost with a single Federation fleet. When it comes to investment in the planet, the Federation has a great deal. He hears the sound of static on the other end before a communication line's set up by the space defense station.
"This is Federation Outpost Harvest, please identify."
"This is Commander Kalsor Rideran, requesting permission through the shield gate."
"Permission granted, Commander Rideran. Welcome home."
"There is no place like it."
Kalsor flies past the outpost, staying silent. Those working on ships see his ship and stare. He makes his way down into the atmosphere and the Masipolt region and his home town. He made his final descent onto the platform and took his time doing his post-flight checks. When done, he lowers the ramp of his shuttle. He takes a moment before unstrapping himself from the pilot seat. When finished, Kalsor grabs his gear including his weapons, walks down the ramp enjoying the quiet.
When he entered the empty elevator, he hit the button and the doors can't close fast enough for his liking. When the doors closed, the sounds stop. Everything became silent and peaceful for him. The quiet last for a moment as a small screen on the wall just above the buttons turn on. It's playing political news of the galaxy. Kalsor showed his dissatisfaction with it. He punched the screen with his fist seeing it shatter. He enjoyed the peace and tranquility once more until the doors open for the sounds of people in the streets talking.
Kalsor didn't travel far before reaching his destination. There's one significant building that at its pinnacle had the symbol of the Federation. The guards outside give Kalsor a look, but Kalsor just walks in with things being somewhat quiet in comparison to the streets. Most of them are pure-blooded premderians.
A Captain who's much taller than Kalsor approaches him. The two shake hands by gripping each other's wrist. A form of respect among the two Premderians who serve the people despite wearing different uniforms. Kalsor already has a feeling on what the charge could be, but asks.
"What did he do this time, Dileos?"
"Assault."
"Again?" Kalsor questions already showing his displeasure about the charge.
"They say that they were trying to help this Premderian girl with red hair before he attacked them. Him and Tilain..."
"Tilain attacked them?"
"According to them," the Captain explains as they walk down the main hall of the building together."
The claim makes Kalsor smile despite not being surprised by what they claimed. While walking, he sees Tilain. Any politician who tries to say anything to Bodgar immediately back away when he turns his eyes in their direction and start walking towards them Tilain sees Kalsor and the veteran Premderian gives her a wink. Bodgar looks at Kalsor and gives a nod to him as Kalsor returns it with a smile.
"What happened with Tilain?" Kalsor asks.
"Joran frequently admits that he acted alone on the matter and Traur arrived after everything was done. Says that Tilain was only in the area chopping wood but that's it. It would seem he was for his father and returned promptly at the appointed hour. Since there is no sign of Traur being involved in the fight we are releasing him."
Kalsor's eyes wander over in the direction of what sits on the desk. He sees Joran's things in a small bin. Kalsor goes over and grabs them. Something did not make him pick up the basket so quickly. On the fur collar of his leather jacket, he sees hair that is dark red quite close to black. Kalsor picks it up for a second and observes it.
"You said there was a red-hair Premderian girl, Dileos?"
"Yes. It is interesting because this girl has been spotted all through Vemoit in the past few days, and has made her way south into Masipolt now."
"Where is she?"
"We tried looking for her but have no luck. The cadets your son attacked claim they were only trying to help her, assuming she was lost in the woods."
"And where are the cadets?" Kalsor questions.
"They are over there with their parents," a woman's voice tells him.
Kalsor smiles slightly at the sound of the voice. He sees the kids and when the kids see Kalsor they show fear and look away. The parents are a different story. As soon as they spot Kalsor, they immediately go over to him. Several politicians by the way they dressed, all at least two to three decades older than Kalsor, about the same age as his father and far from fit like him. All are quick enough to get in Kalsor's face.
"Your son is wild and out of control!" One shouts at him, and Kalsor didn't even give the courtesy to look at her.
"He is like a rabid animal that should be caged!" Another shouts trying to make sure everyone hear him. "He needs to be disciplined accordingly by the Federationlaw."
"You telling me that five kids couldn't handle my son in a scrap?" He asks them and they grow angrier, while he has a small laugh as others smile. "I mean it is odd that five cadets couldn't beat him. I figure with their lineage," he says before fake coughing causing people to laugh, "They could manage to fight a boy diagnosed with Acruna and his friend I have no doubt. From the looks of it though I say the outcome did not go their way." Those that respect Kalsor laugh once more and there are several.
"However, if they say they were assisting this so-called red-haired girl, why isn't she hear protesting on their behalf?"
"She got scared by your son and ran off as we tried to help her!" One of the mother's shouts abruptly.
"Really?" Kalsor asks before pulling a piece of red hair off of his son's jacket. "Why is her hair on his jacket?"
None of them have an answer. Kalsor leaves them with that fact. He continues having a small laugh before taking her son to start the out processing of Joran. The other Premderians snicker and laugh at the expense of the cadets parents.
"Joran did a number on them before Tilain showed up to help. Says he was a savage."
"Joran did all that?" Kalsor questions with a prideful smile to the wonder. "Impressive."
"He is dangerous and not stable," Dileos tells him while opening a door that leads into another cell. "He is an adult now, Kalsor, and is growing wilder when he fights. Next time I fear he will do something more aggressive without thinking."
"He is just sending a warning not to disrespect him or bully him in any way. Otherwise, he is going to retaliate," Kalsor says, as he shrugs with a humorous smile.
"This has nothing to do with him being bullied. Still, the constant fights only raise more and more concern. I fear that one day he may go too far," he comments but Kalsor retains his smile.
"He only fights when there is a good reason for it," Kalsor explains to justify the actions of his son.
"There is a line that your son does not grasp too well when he retaliates. What if he is blinded by his actions causing harm on another that has not harmed anyone?"
"You worry too much."
"This is the second time in twenty days. The third I will not be so forgiving with the punishment."
"First, you can't charge a boy of his age because he has not broken any of our laws. The second and very last thing is if you did charge him it be self-defense if anything. We both know that" Kalsor tells him calmly before looking down the hall and see his son in the cell at the end of the hall. "Do you mind giving us a minute?" Kalsor asks nicely despite there being slight tension between him and the Dileos.
Despite this, Captain Dileos has an enormous amount of respect for Kalsor. His constant service for the people of Premderia, make the Captain give him respect. The Captain did not answer with words. The motion for his two guards in the hall with his hand, and they give Kalsor the privacy he needed. When the door shuts behind them, Kalsor walks down the end of the room, seeing his son with his back turned, staring at the wall. He hears the footsteps and knew it's that of his fathers. When they stop, there is a silent pause.
"I had a reason father," Joran says calmly not even looking at Kalsor.
"I have no doubt. From the looks of things you did a good number on them as well. I hate kids that think they are entitled. Something that has t changed since the days of the civil war."
"Perhaps some should learn the hard way through fear."
"Unfortunately those kids and their parents along with several other use what you call as a weapon, son. Now look at me." Kalsor tells him and Joran is not so quick to turn around. "Joran."
He dares not test his father. Joran slowly turned around, and Kalsor sees the damage is completely healed for the most part. Kalsor did not show any anger from the sight of his son's face but did not smile or laugh either. He leans up against the wall, crossing his arms.
"So please explain what happened this time?"
"I got in a fight and acted in self-defense like you told me," Joran tells him first.
"Well, that is good to know. But one thing doesn't add up. They say the red-haired girl got scared and wandered off. Yet her hair is on your jacket," he explains while showing the hair to Joran and see his son looks down at his hands clasped together. "Don't lie to me. You know I hate that more than you fighting for no reason."
"Yes, father," Joran says calmly.
"So tell me what happened?" Joran takes a moment before answering.
"They were throwing mud and rocks at her while she cowered inside a hole in a tree. They refused to leave when I told them to. So I made them by force. After I had the advantage and making my point one of Derisior's friends caught me off guard with a stun wand. That's when I took my beating. Tilain showed up," Joran explains before smiling. "And the fight ended quickly for them after that."
Kalsor sees the passion in Joran's eyes. He'd lecture his son, but in the end, he knows that his son's actions are just. Kalsor smile at him, having a small laugh underneath his teeth. He can't think of anything more while his son sat in the cell. Kalsor know that the conversation would be very different if Joran's mother is here. l and more of a headache
"I'll bail you out of here," he tells him, still smiling. "You missing the fights tonight drive you insane in here. Then again I might leave you in here, so I do not hear you analyze the fighters."
"Then you would be absent the extra income you make from your bets, father," his son tells him in response.
Kalsor gives a small laugh by Joran showing his cleverness with words. Within a few minutes, Joran exited his cell. When he steps out into the central office area. Kalsor looks to the entrance and sees the parents of the cadets and their political staff looking back at him with ill looks. Kalsor gives a cheesy smile with a wave of the fingers to show his arrogance. While Joran signs out and put on his things, Tilain and his father approach.
"Tilain told me what you did," the father says with a deep voice, and he extends his hand to Joran. "Thank you, boy."
"It was nothing mister Bodgar," Joran says in turn before shaking his hand.
"Give us a moment, kids," Kalsor tells them that see Joran and Bregar leave them for a moment as he requested. Bodgar looks and sees the troubles on Kalsor's face.
"Did the Gelm join?" Kalsor shakes his head. "It doesn't matter how much they oppose joining the Federation, there will always be ways for that bitch of a Grand Overseer to get what she wants. Cutting off trade routes," Bodgar says as Kalsor takes out a portable computer and shows the planet and the few trade routes from other independent systems.
"She would dare not do it. Not unless she wishes a fight with some of the strongest warrior races of the eastern quadrants. She will slowly make them suffer to the point the weak will fall. When Hinlaun and the others see that, they will have no choice but to give in," Kalsor comments and see Bodgar troubled as well. "I wish you could be with us, my friend."
"Soon enough I will be back with you," he says as he slaps him on the back with his giant hand that makes Kalsor grunt. "Tilain lets go home," he instructs and she nods before touching foreheads with Joran.
The two fathers shake hands before they went on their way, Joran finishes collecting his personal belongings before they walked out. Kalsor smile, placing his son in a headlock with both being smiles while they walk out. While they walk home, Kalsor did broach about another subject while they begin their walk.
"Who is this red-haired girl they mentioned in the report?" He asks with a devious smile and Joran did not answer the question right away. "You didn't get her pregnant, did you?"
"Shut up," Joran says immediately and his father laughed at him but the mood becomes serious once more after.
"Is she at your hiding spot?" Kalsor asks him and Joran didn't lie. "Take me to her."
"Father?"
"A girl with red hair in the woods has been in multiple reports according to Dileos. Families have spotted her wandering Vemoit mostly but have done so for days. Now she is in Masipolt hiding. There must be a reason for it."
"Father, I am not so sure this is a good idea. Her trust in others is quite shaky."
"But you will be with me. That is enough. If she wishes not to speak with me, I will respect that and leave her be."
"You will not pressure her, father?"
"I swear it under our sacred laws." Hearing his father swear under the sacred laws of Premderia is enough and nods.
"Alright."