Jedi Prince
ACS Xiaolang
Atrisian Royal Exploration Corps
Colonies Region
Captain's Log, supplemental.
The Xiaolang has completed our survey of the Qixoni Nebula. Initial reports from our scans of sector two-eight-besh-nine-seven suggests the collapse of a binary star. That should prove quite fascinating, but we're not equipped for close stellar observation. The Sarnoi has been requested to take the lead on that study.
In the meantime, we are proceeding toward Tallaan, where we'll be able to join the Shapani Bypass toward the Giju Run. We're due for crew rotation and I expect a number of our cosmologists will want to join the Sarnoi expedition. For myself, I'm hoping to have the opportunity to take some shore leave.
Junko Ike
mentioned a trade show out at Yamatai. I can only imagine the damage she could inflict with the credit card there.
The Atrisian was seated in the center of the bridge.
Part of him already missed it. Surrounded by nebula. New information trickling in from the com-scan. Stars dying. Stars being born. There had been something new almost everytime that he'd turned around.
By contrast, hyperspace transit was boring for its consistency.
"Commander, we're receiving a transmission from Atrisia."
Glancing over toward the technician, the prince recovered from his surprise to ask, "Holoprojector or audio recording?"
"It's a live transmission, sir," the technician responded. Then, the woman seemed to frown. When she'd looked back his way again, she added, "It's The Firm, sir."
The Atrisian sat up a little straighter in the chair. It was a singular moment in which, whether real or his own subconscious gnawing at him, Shoma was aware that suddenly every pair of eyes on the bridge was on him.
Not because he was the captain of the ship, but because he was the crown prince.
"Ah," he uttered after an awkward silence.
And it was a live transmission. So someone was waiting for him. Drawing in a deep breath, the prince shifted uncomfortably in his chair for a moment, before he finally rose to his feet.
Out here, he felt like he had so much freedom. Now, suddenly, everything felt rehearsed. He would answer it, of course. Because he was expected to.
And he would turn over the bridge now, because he was expected to. Glancing over at the Rodian scientist only an arm's length away, the prince uttered the obligatory, "Lieutenant, you have the conn."
Straightening the front of his uniform, Shoma then turned and stepped away.
...just like one day he would step away from all of this, to become what he must.
Reflecting on that, he wondered what it had been like for the previous Emperor. What kind of life had he had as prince rather than emperor? What life had he been made to step away from, so that he could step instead into the role that had been cast for him by sheer randomness of birth?
He'd hoped that it was Junko. Or perhaps their mother.
Hell, he'd have preferred the Emperor himself over the man who appeared.
Jun Taoji. The royal secretary. The man behind the crown.
The man who single-handedly ran The Firm.
"Your Highness, I trust that things are well."
Shoma gave a slight bow in reply to the hologram, but found he had no desire for pleasantries. "I get the sense that this isn't a social call, Mister Taoji," the prince remarked in a matter-of-fact tone. "My ship is due to dock at Atrisia in five days. I presume you're calling because you have other plans for us."
"For you, specifically."
The prince's eyes came up, as if in warning. The Firm might make a distinction there. Shoma did not.
"Details of a state visit to New Cov are being downloaded to your terminal now," the royal secretary supplied in his usual, dry manner. "If you like, we can have the Dragon's Fang rendezvous with you at Tallaan."
Shoma had started to peer at the data being transferred, but stopped to shoot another glare at the man.
"We believe the Dragon's Fang would make... a better impression for the visit."
Folding his arms down on the table, Shoma tried to keep his tone neutral as he answered. "Unless the Emperor is relieving me of my commission, then the Xiaolang is my command. And I would hope that Atrisia values all of the ships that fly its flag,"
He could see the secretary debating whether or not he wanted to pick this battle with the prince. If nothing else, as a reminder of which of them had the power. Not a clash that Shoma had much chance of winning, but that never stopped him from picking a fight before.
Whatever the case, Taoji seemed to relent as he answered simply, "As you wish."
Shoma exhaled softly. Small victories, he supposed. Glancing back up at the hologram, the prince asked, "Is there anything else, Mister Taoji?"
"That will be all," the royal secretary replied, giving the obligatory bow.
Just before the transmission ended, the man added an ominous, "For now."
Drawing in a deep breath, the prince tried not to think too much into that last remark. Besides, he had more pressing matters. Such as reading up on New Cov.
As he did, Shoma tapped a panel recessed into the top of the desk.
After a moment, he heard: "Bridge here, Commander."
"I'm afraid we're now on detached duty," Shoma stated. Given that the bridge new that the call had been from the Royal Family, that likely was not a surprise.
"Take us out of hyperspace and then plot a course to New Cov. It's in the Mid Rim, on the Corellian Run. Plot an intercept for the hyperlane as best you can, then ask engineering to make best speed."
"It will be done, sir."
Downloading the information sent to him to a datapad, Shoma leaned back in his chair as he started to read over the details.
Through the window, the mottled blue-white sea of hyperspace suddenly faded to black as stars re-appeared.
Then, a moment later, those stars began to lengthen, as the ship made another jump to hyperspace.
Atrisian Royal Exploration Corps
Colonies Region
Captain's Log, supplemental.
The Xiaolang has completed our survey of the Qixoni Nebula. Initial reports from our scans of sector two-eight-besh-nine-seven suggests the collapse of a binary star. That should prove quite fascinating, but we're not equipped for close stellar observation. The Sarnoi has been requested to take the lead on that study.
In the meantime, we are proceeding toward Tallaan, where we'll be able to join the Shapani Bypass toward the Giju Run. We're due for crew rotation and I expect a number of our cosmologists will want to join the Sarnoi expedition. For myself, I'm hoping to have the opportunity to take some shore leave.

The Atrisian was seated in the center of the bridge.
Part of him already missed it. Surrounded by nebula. New information trickling in from the com-scan. Stars dying. Stars being born. There had been something new almost everytime that he'd turned around.
By contrast, hyperspace transit was boring for its consistency.
"Commander, we're receiving a transmission from Atrisia."
Glancing over toward the technician, the prince recovered from his surprise to ask, "Holoprojector or audio recording?"
"It's a live transmission, sir," the technician responded. Then, the woman seemed to frown. When she'd looked back his way again, she added, "It's The Firm, sir."
The Atrisian sat up a little straighter in the chair. It was a singular moment in which, whether real or his own subconscious gnawing at him, Shoma was aware that suddenly every pair of eyes on the bridge was on him.
Not because he was the captain of the ship, but because he was the crown prince.
"Ah," he uttered after an awkward silence.
And it was a live transmission. So someone was waiting for him. Drawing in a deep breath, the prince shifted uncomfortably in his chair for a moment, before he finally rose to his feet.
Out here, he felt like he had so much freedom. Now, suddenly, everything felt rehearsed. He would answer it, of course. Because he was expected to.
And he would turn over the bridge now, because he was expected to. Glancing over at the Rodian scientist only an arm's length away, the prince uttered the obligatory, "Lieutenant, you have the conn."
Straightening the front of his uniform, Shoma then turned and stepped away.
...just like one day he would step away from all of this, to become what he must.
Reflecting on that, he wondered what it had been like for the previous Emperor. What kind of life had he had as prince rather than emperor? What life had he been made to step away from, so that he could step instead into the role that had been cast for him by sheer randomness of birth?
He'd hoped that it was Junko. Or perhaps their mother.
Hell, he'd have preferred the Emperor himself over the man who appeared.
Jun Taoji. The royal secretary. The man behind the crown.
The man who single-handedly ran The Firm.
"Your Highness, I trust that things are well."
Shoma gave a slight bow in reply to the hologram, but found he had no desire for pleasantries. "I get the sense that this isn't a social call, Mister Taoji," the prince remarked in a matter-of-fact tone. "My ship is due to dock at Atrisia in five days. I presume you're calling because you have other plans for us."
"For you, specifically."
The prince's eyes came up, as if in warning. The Firm might make a distinction there. Shoma did not.
"Details of a state visit to New Cov are being downloaded to your terminal now," the royal secretary supplied in his usual, dry manner. "If you like, we can have the Dragon's Fang rendezvous with you at Tallaan."
Shoma had started to peer at the data being transferred, but stopped to shoot another glare at the man.
"We believe the Dragon's Fang would make... a better impression for the visit."
Folding his arms down on the table, Shoma tried to keep his tone neutral as he answered. "Unless the Emperor is relieving me of my commission, then the Xiaolang is my command. And I would hope that Atrisia values all of the ships that fly its flag,"
He could see the secretary debating whether or not he wanted to pick this battle with the prince. If nothing else, as a reminder of which of them had the power. Not a clash that Shoma had much chance of winning, but that never stopped him from picking a fight before.
Whatever the case, Taoji seemed to relent as he answered simply, "As you wish."
Shoma exhaled softly. Small victories, he supposed. Glancing back up at the hologram, the prince asked, "Is there anything else, Mister Taoji?"
"That will be all," the royal secretary replied, giving the obligatory bow.
Just before the transmission ended, the man added an ominous, "For now."
Drawing in a deep breath, the prince tried not to think too much into that last remark. Besides, he had more pressing matters. Such as reading up on New Cov.
As he did, Shoma tapped a panel recessed into the top of the desk.
After a moment, he heard: "Bridge here, Commander."
"I'm afraid we're now on detached duty," Shoma stated. Given that the bridge new that the call had been from the Royal Family, that likely was not a surprise.
"Take us out of hyperspace and then plot a course to New Cov. It's in the Mid Rim, on the Corellian Run. Plot an intercept for the hyperlane as best you can, then ask engineering to make best speed."
"It will be done, sir."
Downloading the information sent to him to a datapad, Shoma leaned back in his chair as he started to read over the details.
Through the window, the mottled blue-white sea of hyperspace suddenly faded to black as stars re-appeared.
Then, a moment later, those stars began to lengthen, as the ship made another jump to hyperspace.