You’ve been isolated in the rather spartan, but tasteful accommodations in a newly established section of the ring. Bare decorations and perfectly new furniture did give you an odd feeling, especially with the lack of people around you. Other than a few guards keeping a watchful eye on you, silent servants would bring in fresh meals and whatever entertainment you would like.

The only excursions you had were with Jan, and while you were able to keep your intentions hidden from his ever-watchful guardians, a fact that Celyn would be proud of…though you think she’d still give you sass since you failed your main objective. As such, you were unable to make any headway in finding a potential weakness in the seemingly impenetrable armour of House Orion, or potentially getting an alliance going.

Which means you must bite the bullet and act as a proper noble. That is, you must go to banquets and feasts, and some other sort of drab and boring affairs where everyone will be talking behind everyone’s backs, some will be plotting to kill each other, or at least humiliate one another is some corner somewhere. Meanwhile a few will probably be busy engaging in procreation with those that may, or may not be their spouses. You hate drama.

And yet, here you are.

Dressed in a fine fitting suit, specifically tailored to make you appear slimmer than usual. Clad in all black, your stitching is made out of gold thread, alongside whatever buttons you have on your person with a thin gold chain, about the length of two fingers extending from your diamond encrusted collar to your left shoulder where attention is drawn to your house’s symbol. This is a combination of white pearls, a little bit of thin gold (you made your opinion known about heavy clothing ornaments), and a collection of black sapphires.

Just as you are dressed in your attire, so is Torger next to you, forced to accompany you due to his position, and the need of you to have at least one servant, or in this case lesser noble, accompanying you.

“Looks magnificent, doesn’t it.” You ask the man next to you, as you both stare out of a large observation window at a freshly repainted vessel.

“Doesn’t look too bad.” Torger nods. “I’d say it would need more yellow to match the proportions better, but I can see why they hadn’t gone all the way.”

“Well, first time and all of that.”

“Do have a name in mind ?”

“She already has one, from what I know it’s unlucky to rename ships.”

“Yes, but if someone comes into our system and sees a ship with an IFF stating DCS Born Under Newsun, I think they might come to a wrong conclusion.”

“Or they might run off without a fight, thinking we’re under protection of someone stronger.”

“Maybe. You should still give it some consideration.”

>”We found it as such; we will keep it as such.”

>”How about – Draken”

>”You know, I like – Broddr”

>”Maybe we should go with – Newfound”

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