Party banter prep
24 May 2022Creamy Goodness III
Creamy slid into the commanders’ seat with more enthusiasm than he had for quite a while. “Ninette darling, we’re off to party hearty in ..“
“Forculus je suppose monsieur” interrupted the personal assistant program connected to the covas.
“.. you assume correctly, Ninette. Would you kindly fire up Honour Promises’ systems, and request clearance to launch, please? I wish to get under way with haste”
The new Orca hadn’t been out much because Creamy was lying low while he waited for mercenaries to answer his request, but a long time had passed with no replay. A party felt long overdue, and there were a few people coming that Creamy was eager to meet.
The hiss of life support hoses and fuel lines discounting made Creamy take hold of the flight stick.
“H A P Forty-Three, clearance granted. Thank you for staying at this Tranquillity Stop, and we look forward to caring for you again. Safe journey”
“Le verrouillage de masse a été effacé, monsieur, et route vers Forculus. Attente de la commande de saut”
“Jolly good Ninette” Creamy activated the FSD “I say, once we are within range of Irrational Exuberance, could you put me in contact with Most Hosting? I do hope Xen is on duty today”
Honour Promise made the first jump on the way to Forculus. She was still a new ship, so it lacked the hot-steel smell that came with a well-used FSD, but it was a Saud Kruger, so everything, including the FSD and thrusters, were designed to be smooth and free of unpleasant side effects.
It had been a long time since Creamy had hosted a party, let alone co-hosted with someone he had never met, but hosting was one of the things he was very good at. There was not enough time between jumps to run to his dressing room, or prepare the two large custom luxury cabins, so he would just have to wait until the Honour Promise arrived in Forculus.
“Monsieur, j'ai Xen de Most Hosting qui vous attend” informed Ninette after the coms sounded an incoming communication.
“Capital! Everything is coming up Creamy. Put him on please Ninette, and thank you”
“What up my man” came a deep and energetic voice on the coms. “What bring Jonny Bright before the Xen this time?”
“Hello Xen, I’m very glad you’re there today” Answered Creamy smiling. Last time he had been here, he performed under the name Jonny Bright in a prestigious verity show with his good friend Benny Cosmo “I’m attending a party in system that man”
“Cool cool. Guest or host?”
“I’ll be Co-hosting with a fellow Imperial this time. We’ll be linking a couple of SK liners in system for a meet-and-greet with a few friends. Short notice I know, but can I trouble you for some staff dear boy?”
“Hay man, for Jonny Bright, The Xen can always find what’cha needing. Lay it on me man”
“Top Draw Xen, your simply the best there is. Right, could you lay on a shuttle service for any guests that docks at IE please? I’ll need a DJ, someone like La Fresh would be capital, if they don’t mind DJ-ing from the background, I don’t think this will be a dance party. Umm, some serving staff for the bars, and floor staff with pizza and finger food maybe in order. Again, they should stay in the background, and be ready to leave if the vibe is wrong”
Creamy tapped his fingers thinking about the kind of party it was probably going to be, but he liked to be prepared for a blow out, and he was aware most the people coming were women. He didn’t mind in the slightest, but there was no harm in bringing a little balance in case things got . .clubish.
“Send some professional guests to please, four chaps and a couple of women. Again, let them know they are in reserve unless the atmosphere is stagnant, or the DJ is playing to the dance floor if you would be so kind”
“Right right right, a small do with friends and maybe something good after the drinks are flowin. I got ya covered baby. My people will check it with Ninette when you’re here. Cool?”
“Cool Xen, as always. I say, Patron Wylair of Keltim commanding Beluga WVC-01 is the co-host. If she contacts IE and happens to come your way Xen..?”
“Relax Jonny I got Nineetes’ number and I know my craft. Its all good baby. Now let Xen do his thing. Out”
Creamy smirked as he patted the patch of dashboard above Ninettes core. It was true that he couldn’t organize his own breakfast without his PA program, and it seemed anyone that knew him, knew the Ninette program was the brains.
Arriving at Forculus, Creamy looked for a good spot with a view of the distant nebular at a fair distance from the star, well off the flight path between the jump point and the systems' only planet.
While he started the long-winded process of picking what he was going to wear, Creamy thought of the people that would be coming. It would be good to see Mrs Muir again, especially as they shouldn’t come under attack this time.
Patron Wylair of Keltim would be nice to chat with. She seemed to know Imperial protocol, and as Creamy had been away from home for so long, it would be nice to talk with someone that didn’t judge an Imperial Lord simply because he was an Imperial Lord. From what she mentioned in conversation, they could have lots in common.
Mr Himura would be an interesting element to drop into the mix, but Creamy knew he was unlikely to come along. On the other hand, that Oliver chap could be fun if he showed up. He was very much like the other side of the coin to Mr Himura. . and the only other man could be attending.
Mrs Himura was the one Creamy most eager to see. She seemed to be carrying a lot on her shoulders, and he felt a good party with friends would be more rewarding than just a bit fun for her. Then there was Mrs Thorn.
Mrs Thorn screamed teenager to Creamy. Her mind changed like the weather back home, and she impulsively set about her next goal without taking a breath. Maybe her energy would encourage people to use the dance floor, but then again, it was easy to project confidence from a distance.
There were a few others that popped up regularly enough to be invited, so Creamy added them to Nineetes’ list. Maybe Mrs Flemmon would come if she saw the open invitation, one never knows.