Jack Pine
Inactive Member
- RP Date
- 2/8/YE41
- RP Location
- Sirris VI: Obsidian City
Sirris VI - Orbit
Mark sat in the captain's chair of the S6S-Shield, one of the NDC's newer carriers, a rather fine addition at that. It had been far too long since he had been up and about, having still been in recovery even well through the first two months of the new year. But he was happy of what he had come back to. Sirris VI was starting to look like a proper home, the city was thriving, their position despite hostile elements, was well defended. They were holding their own, but it was outside possibilities that were the major concern now. Their neighbors, the Neshaten Kingdom, was one such worry. They had the numbers to make them a threat if they saw the NDC as one. That was why Mark Oaklen was in his royal garbs, a bit over fancied for his tastes, but the suit with a few archaic style aesthetics would do the job. These people needed to know they were directly talking to the leadership, and for that, the garbs were necessary.
Space drifted lazily outside the false view ports that were main screens of the bridge, the horizon of the planet below taking up a good portion of the view. It was a beautiful sight to take in, but there was plenty of time to take it in more later. The sudden announcement of jump signatures took precedent as he ordered for communications to be prepared.
Sirris VI - Obsidian City
Jack stood with the greeting delegation party as well as the usual port security as they waited at the starport for the visiting Neshaten dignitaries and inspectors to land. Truth be told, Jack was nervous as all hell, and felt the weight of just how important this event was. It either meant a new ally, a new enemy, or just another neutral bystander of a nation that the NDC had to interact with when necessary. Hopefully if all went well, it would be the first in that list, but if they were damned, he actually prayed that it wasn't the second possible outcome. The white haired lord worried to the point of feeling a growing pit in his stomach, because they would not be able to survive such a hostile relationship. Not without another exodus that is, and he wasn't sure they were prepared for such, or even could. However he would just have to hope for the best. "They should be arriving soon, I hope Mark has no issues. Is everyone else ready for this? Remember, play it cool, we want to be friendly with these guys.", Jack said almost to himself, but still checking on the rest of the delegate party one last time.
Mark sat in the captain's chair of the S6S-Shield, one of the NDC's newer carriers, a rather fine addition at that. It had been far too long since he had been up and about, having still been in recovery even well through the first two months of the new year. But he was happy of what he had come back to. Sirris VI was starting to look like a proper home, the city was thriving, their position despite hostile elements, was well defended. They were holding their own, but it was outside possibilities that were the major concern now. Their neighbors, the Neshaten Kingdom, was one such worry. They had the numbers to make them a threat if they saw the NDC as one. That was why Mark Oaklen was in his royal garbs, a bit over fancied for his tastes, but the suit with a few archaic style aesthetics would do the job. These people needed to know they were directly talking to the leadership, and for that, the garbs were necessary.
Space drifted lazily outside the false view ports that were main screens of the bridge, the horizon of the planet below taking up a good portion of the view. It was a beautiful sight to take in, but there was plenty of time to take it in more later. The sudden announcement of jump signatures took precedent as he ordered for communications to be prepared.
Sirris VI - Obsidian City
Jack stood with the greeting delegation party as well as the usual port security as they waited at the starport for the visiting Neshaten dignitaries and inspectors to land. Truth be told, Jack was nervous as all hell, and felt the weight of just how important this event was. It either meant a new ally, a new enemy, or just another neutral bystander of a nation that the NDC had to interact with when necessary. Hopefully if all went well, it would be the first in that list, but if they were damned, he actually prayed that it wasn't the second possible outcome. The white haired lord worried to the point of feeling a growing pit in his stomach, because they would not be able to survive such a hostile relationship. Not without another exodus that is, and he wasn't sure they were prepared for such, or even could. However he would just have to hope for the best. "They should be arriving soon, I hope Mark has no issues. Is everyone else ready for this? Remember, play it cool, we want to be friendly with these guys.", Jack said almost to himself, but still checking on the rest of the delegate party one last time.