SirusCorp
25 Jan 2021Blastcrater
I glance over at my father's old service rifle mounted on the wall of my freighter. He was an Imperial soldier who bled Imperial blue. He would be angry that I've left the empire again. The first time, joining the Pilots Federation to train as an independent ship captain had been rough. All was forgiven when I had pledged service to Senator Torval.I gained further Imperial acclaim in service of Princess Aisling Duval. My path was now just "unconventional" rather than treasonous in his eyes. He lived to see me knighted for service on secret ops (I was just a messenger courier). Mom has set up court in the estate I have somewhere and hired many of her old friends to sit around and watch the real servants work. She plays at us being actual nobility by blood rather than a peerage granted for service. Whatever. I can't even remember which planet the estate is on. I'll visit if it occurs to me. After returning from a second deep space exploration expedition the Empire seems so small.Here I am in Lembava approaching Goldstein station. Sirius Corp has no illusions that I am a true believer in whatever their cause is. I'm a freighter captain and troubleshooter. They know I deliver on my commitments. I have a new shell company to take their contracts. It's my first non Imperial commission (pilots federation is more of an internship) so the thought "what would dad would say" lurks at the back of my mind. At least he died peacefully and proud in the lap of luxury. We should all be so lucky.
Onward!