Nepomuk Sebastian zu Hohenberge, Puk short for friends, was bored, really bored, the third day on duty.
He choice his career wisely in the Army, sort of. Logistics for the army, to be precise.
Your own ship, you go on longruns in foreign places, sounds good, right?
That was before he was put "under observation" for a little thing, a minor mishap. The Sirene call, an adventure, for science basically. He didn't
even had gotten the chance to explain his decision. Just wham now you put on a gala uniform and fly important people, which sometimes consider places
on their own planet, deplorable. You can imagine how small their "safe space" is.
Stuck in the inner ring. Nothing interesting ever happens there! He wore his mask perfectly, of course discipline was strong in his education and he
considered it valuable himself. But his mind was racing, how could he go back to the grey and black areas of the ever growing interstellar maps? How?
Sure the ship is nice. A beauty, actually. He hated a bit to admit that. What would his crew do, if he just...?
His crew, deserves a short report. He failed to see how he could have ended up with this sorry bunch of losers. Sometimes they just felt far away,
like people leaving you speechless, because you never even considered someone could believe that.
Hi'kkkpi, Hikpysh, or Hik, was a very good example what's wrong with these worker bees, on stipendium. She never understood a single one of Nepomuks
jokes. No humour. Like they constantly try to outrun a catastrophe. But to be fair, he knew his crew only 3 days and didn't read their files, yet.
Just a short overview of their personal data, what he shouldn't read, but everybody would, right?
Prime and X.7,g are in the bowels of the ship all the time, they probably wouldn't even notice. If they would that certainly would be a problem, with
their programming and all.
So he would need Victor. More than anyone. The computer wiz. Okay, he seems fun, also from a family, also a black sheep, this could work.
Then the staff, if he could tell them they're on a super important, super secret mission, they wouldn't ask questions, would they?
Good, a plan. Puk couldn't surpress a smile. What treasure would he go hunting? If the salvage is big enough, maybe he would be welcomed a hero, when
he comes back? The singing crystal of Ub'Ley? The golden tusk of Bra? Or his favourite: the robotic statue of Hang, the goddess of manufacturing.
But they say that's just a myth.
While Puk weighed his options regarding ship theft and mutiny the speech his father held came to an end. About time, two hours of praising a farmer,
in the end, sure one feeding millions of people, but still, a farmer.
What annoyed Luitpold the 8th the most was his own insignificance glaring at him. No trade deal with the Ofdrigs, not even campaigning with the next
president, like a traveler with a bag of presents, Santa Clause. For the little children, which might maybe one day achieve something.
He really wasn't disappointed in his nine children, he said if someone asked him about their well being. Fiercely, he was honest, he meant it. But Puk
is the oldest son, you know how nostalgia can get you sometimes. He could be running for president right now. Instead he had developed a bigger
interest in ships than humans. Sometimes looking at his empty happy face made him aggressive. Nothing uncontrollable but, he wanted to scream at his
son "Do something, show some initiative!"
Not knowing Puk was thinking the same thing, in a different direction.
edit on 8-10-2016 by Peeple because: Spell