Miss guided direction
18 Feb 2022Creamy Goodness III
A lockdown already? As far as he knew, Creamy hadn’t been in any confrontation. This time, the lockdown couldn’t have anything to do with him. Inside, Creamy felt it wouldn’t take long for whatever had happened on Chilton to involve him somehow, and he had history with that sort of situation. He’d met some very nice people here, good people that didn’t deserve a harbinger of misfortune that Creamy was stating to believe he had become. Although everything he owned was synthesised or newly purchased, Creamy felt he should search the ship for a .. Mummys’ Paw or a little Creamy-Dolll with pins in it. His natural inclination was to hang around and see if he could be of some sort of help, but Creamy wondered joust how far along his road to hell had come. He was always laying out his good intentions.
Whatever the case, Creamy felt his presence would only lead to upset for the women he had started to think may become friends. He waited for the lockdown to relax, allowing him to go back to his Asp and prepared for take-off. Lockdown still wasn’t letting ships leave the station, so he sent a message to the bar explaining what was what, and paid the penalty fee for leaving the cargo ship he had been contracted to fly.
After lockdown was lifted and security cleared Creamy and his ship for take off, he passed through the slot wondering where he should go next. He was feeling pretty low after leaving Chilton. What he needed was a pick-me-up good time atmosphere… And a place that had good chefs to audition.
“Ninette, we’re off to Forculus. Plot that if ya don’t mind my dear” Asked Creamy with a little brightness returning to his voice.
“Oui monsieur. Nous arriverons en deux sauts” The PA program told him.
“Just two jumps ay? Jolly good. I really need the hearty-party feeling of the best station in the bubble; Irrational Exuberance don’cha know?”
Irrational Exuberance, a station where ‘Express yourself’ was almost a law. Where anyone was welcome to put on any kind of performance as long as it wasn’t mean spirited, and anyone of any sort was welcome. In short, Creamys’ kind of place. Last time he was there, he met the most interesting girl he had ever met, and wondering what wonders of humanity he would encounter this time fuelled his anticipation.
Two jumps would be just enough time to catch up with recent events in the bubble. With Galnet playing, Creamy flew casually around the next star, listening to the news.
..eror Arissa Lavigny-Duval has been found alive after being secretly imprisoned by the private military firm Darkwater Inc.
The Imperial Herald published a special rep..
“Well of course she was bloody kidnapped!” Declared Creamy to the stars in general “Even I knew that and I’m.. . Well I knew it right away” he side a little quieter, not wishing to insult his own limited mental faculties out loud.
“I mean, one is not a real Imperial Noble until one has been abducted at least once.. Probably by ya own uncle or aunt no less”
Creamy couldn’t remember if he had been held hostage six or seven times now, but it was not an uncommon story amongst his peers. There was even a club at the academy call ‘The Returned’ where young lords and Ladies could share stories and swap tips on how to avoid being taken again. Creamy wondered if the Emperor would grace one of the yearly gatherings now. That would be an honour; after all, she had attended the same academy.
With his peace said, he settled down and continued listening to Galnet.
.. ..ater Inc in the Summerland system has been declared a hostile military target for its role in abducting Emperor Arissa Lavigny-Duval.
The private military firm, led by Colonel Ronan Brock, was secr.. ..
Creamy was glad he wasn’t drinking anything because he would have sprayed it all over the canopy.
“Bloody Summerland? I think not! That’s where my second favourite resort is. Can’t have some traitorous bad-apple spoiling that barrel. Ninette, where is Knight of Goodness berthed? I’ve got my duty as an Emperors' man to attend” bristled creamy with patriotic righteousness and the willingness to save some of the loveliest beaches in the galaxy from destruction; forgetting how ugly patriotism can appear from the other side.
“Vous avez donné ce navire, et vous ne possédez actuellement aucun navire, monsieur” Ninette reminded him.
“Oh yes, I did give it to a combat pilot. . . and I forgot I don’t own a fleet any more”
Creamy looked around the cockpit for inspiration. Forculus was highlighted, awaiting an FSD charge to reach. It promised good times and fun for the self-styled Imperial playboy.
Even though he was running from the duties his family had set out for him, Creamy still knew simply calling himself ‘Lord’ meant he had a duty he shouldn’t ignore, or that title would mean noting. He'd just be another coward that lived off his families' name.
“Well damn it Ninette, I’ve got a fleet support rescue ship. If I can’t fight, I can at least try to help the brave men and women that are risking their lives. Cancel the FSD, and set course for Summerland Ninette..”
Creamy remembered the young lady he gave his first and only fight-worthy ship to. An idealistic young woman hell-bent on defending the Empire after the first terrorist attacks that had killed so many innocents. Creamy didn’t agree with meeting violence with violence, but that seemed to be the way of humanity. The least he could do was give her the strong, well equipped ship he would never use. After all, the person he had built it to protect was no longer in his life.
“While you’re at it Ninette. See if you can find out if young Miss Jazlene Roberson is still flying A Knight of Goodness, if you would be so kind”
Being so preoccupied, Creamy didn’t realise that he would violate the two-hundred light-year exclusion zone around Cubeo he agreed on with his mother and father, one jump before he arrived in Summerland.