Kobeon
Bonny Lad of Royal Stature

The Titonic, Star Liner
In Orbit Around a Newly Discovered Garden World
Wild Space
Exquisite. If one word could describe the Titonic, that word would be it. Not illustrious, not amazing, not spectacular, not incredible. Sure, it was all of those things and oh, so much more. However, no adjective in galactic basic radiated the elegance and effortless class that the star liner Titonic exemplified except from exquisite. Which is why the galactic elite flocked to its luxurious cabins en masse every time it made a stellar voyage. Business magnates, dictators, renowned celebrities and, of course, aristocracy fought over tickets to this exquisite vessel. Anyone who was anyone traveled on the Titonic.At least, that's what the advertisements said. The reality was more like anyone who wanted to be anyone, and could afford it, traveled on the Titonic.
And then there was the crew.
Captain Grinch Phladoopie governed them all whilst sailing, and currently, he was not happy. He'd woken up next to a bulbous Gamorrean that morning and, if that wasn't bad enough, was now being blackmailed with a holovid of last night's events for money. Lots of it.
As he sat slouched in the Titonic's command chair, face in hand, asking the universe if his day could get any worse, a klaxon began to blare.
The universe had answered, and that answer was, 'Yes, Cap'n Phladoopie, your day can get worse. Much worse.'
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The story of Kobeon coming to be on the Titonic was a long one, but one that can be condensed into a single sentence; He knew someone who who had extra tickets. As he gazed out of the porthole on his spacious two bedroom cabin, complete with en suite and personal kitchen, he pondered as to whether or not the planet below was like his own. Found eons ago and then lost to time. He wondered just how many times this very planet had been 'discovered'.
After a long time, he finally concluded; a lot.
Having reached this conclusion, he decided it was time to visit one of the many bars on the colossal vessel and have a wee cheeky whiskey. He donned a dinner jacket of questionable craftsmanship and walked to the door.
Before the door had finished opening, the very same klaxon that had just popped into Cap'n Phladoopie's life popped into his. The young prince jumped in his skin, and dinner jacket, before peering curiously out of his cabin into the hallway. Other confused faces greeted his.
"This cannae be good..." He mumbled.
[member="Jamie Pyne"]