Imperator-in-Exile
In the wake of the military junta back on her home planet of Belsavis, Sarilia Ellwin now stood on the bridge of her ship doing her best to think of what she could do for her people. She had managed to evacuate quite a few refugees from the planet that were fleeing the violence, but it was not enough. The world belonged to all the people of Belsavis, not just the military high command. The betrayal that sealed the fate of the planet for the time being had sent her deep into Confederacy space and far away from her home and the home of the people she swore to protect even if it meant the end of her life.
The crew was distraught too. She could tell that their fears plagued them by the concerned looks she caught now and then. Many of them still had family back on Belsavis and were now concerned that they would be targeted in retributive strikes against those who did not back the coup. It was the tap of the cane that kept her sane for the moment. Nervous habit thought it was, it grounded her in something simple as she rode the lift toward the refugees that were now held in one of the cargo bays. She meant to address them personally but as she entered the room to witness their disheveled and fearful faces looking to her for answers, she choked back tears. This was her home, these were her people, and they were suffering.
For a moment she held her fist balled up to her mouth to cover up a quivering lip. She patched into the intercom system of the cargo bay, "I am Imperator Sarilia Ellwin. It is unfortunate that we all must meet in these circumstances. My ship is your home now, and while it is not perfect, do not be afraid to approach a member of the crew for help if you need it. I will do my very best to accommodate all of you. In the mean time, please, try to relax and take stock of what it is you have with you. My commanders and I are working on a way to return home." she said, closing off the intercom channel and sighing. This was a heartbreaking thing for her, but she had to retain some measure of composure before them lest they fall victim to their own fear and sorrow.
The crew was distraught too. She could tell that their fears plagued them by the concerned looks she caught now and then. Many of them still had family back on Belsavis and were now concerned that they would be targeted in retributive strikes against those who did not back the coup. It was the tap of the cane that kept her sane for the moment. Nervous habit thought it was, it grounded her in something simple as she rode the lift toward the refugees that were now held in one of the cargo bays. She meant to address them personally but as she entered the room to witness their disheveled and fearful faces looking to her for answers, she choked back tears. This was her home, these were her people, and they were suffering.
For a moment she held her fist balled up to her mouth to cover up a quivering lip. She patched into the intercom system of the cargo bay, "I am Imperator Sarilia Ellwin. It is unfortunate that we all must meet in these circumstances. My ship is your home now, and while it is not perfect, do not be afraid to approach a member of the crew for help if you need it. I will do my very best to accommodate all of you. In the mean time, please, try to relax and take stock of what it is you have with you. My commanders and I are working on a way to return home." she said, closing off the intercom channel and sighing. This was a heartbreaking thing for her, but she had to retain some measure of composure before them lest they fall victim to their own fear and sorrow.