"I'm not the first official Imperial contact," she objected, "it [i]was[/i] settled before. I would argue technically the people who settled it before had the right to name it then, regardless of whether or not there was officially an empire," Solae pointed out. They could narrow down the possibilities of what year the world they had landed on was terraformed, but not with absolute precision. In the olden days the process was not nearly as efficient as the present day technology. Their ancestors might have had to weight a considerable amount of time between beginning their endeavor and actually determining that their end result was safe enough to visit. The modern era had sped up the process, though it was widely joked that the bureaucracy involved did not hasten how long it took from inception until clearance was given for building.

"Is it possible to find its old name?" Yarue inquired curiously, genuinely uncertain of the limitations of their records. Because the Syshin were less 'advanced' as a civilization they did not have the robust databases of their oppressors. They had been discovered by wayward explorers centuries before they would be able to invent a ship that could traverse their solar system, much less be capable of intergalactic travel. This was one of the many reasons their prowess did not given them an advantage against the species that subjugated them. Truly they had never stood a chance against the innovative weaponry that came after first contact, when morally bankrupt attaches realized that they could be laborers, and giving them freedom or basic rights could be circumvented.

"It's very unlikely," Solae conceded after a moment's pause for thought. Rene wasn't wrong in his assertion that she had the unique privilege and authority to grant a new name to these lands, it was just that she felt strangely reluctant. Some part of her felt it was ethically wrong, even if the wild beasts, mountains, and seas did not care one way or another. If anything it was more disrespectful to have a designation of letters and numbers. Idly she chewed on the inside of her cheek. An arrogant man would name the first remarkable discovery he made after himself. To the golden-haired woman it was the least desirable of all her choices to the point she would quite literally rather name it 'Rock' or something similarly absurd.

For their part both Dasin and Yarue had fallen characteristically silent again, but Rosaria, who had never before stretched her proverbial wings, leapt at the opportunity in front of her. "I can name it instead if you don't want to," she offered as if it was a selfless gesture. She was fooling no one except perhaps herself. The Syshin exchanged knowing looks and she saw the edges of her valiant escort's lips twitch in either amusement, frustration, or a mixture of both.

"I appreciate it," Solae began graciously as they continued to walk, and she could see a hopeful overeager glint in her younger companion's eyes, "but there's a certain protocol to these things. Either we'll follow the tradition or..." she let the unfinished thought hang in the air playfully. The men in the group didn't let it bother them. Sooner or later it would be resolved, one way or another, and none of the three were particularly invested in what the final decision was; it wasn't as if their quest would be altered by such a detail. Rosaria, whose patience was wafer-thin, stared at her incredulously waiting for the next word. The duchess's acting talents shown as she feigned a prolonged lapse. 

After slightly more than thirty seconds but less than a minute Rosaria, flushed, interjected, "Or what?"

"Oh, well," Solae started, noting a sly smirk from Rene who took a certain measure of pleasure seeing her tease the demanding teenager, "If we aren't going to follow tradition we can defy it purposefully to make a statement of sorts. Many, many centuries ago there was willful social or civil disobedience that was more commonplace. You wouldn't necessarily break any laws in a tangible way that might merit punishment, but you could sidestep them, or ignore ones that relied on patterns of behavior to gain acceptance within the community.

There was only one answer that Rosaria would give to such a query, which Solae had shrewdly anticipated. "We're not sticking with tradition, right?" The excitement in her voice belied the fact that she mistakenly believed that she, a girl not yet through puberty, might name the second planet she had been on after Zatis, the third in her young life.

"If we're going to thumb our noses at tradition to make a statement, we need to craft it carefully, so that it has lasting impact and shines a light on injustices. Dasin, Yarue, what would you name a place like this?" she asked the pair of former slaves. They were both startled out of their passive listening and were so shocked at the gravity of the suggestion that Dasin stumbled over his two feet briefly before catching himself and righting his posture.

Expecting they could be there for hours, if not days, weeks, months, or years, trying to persuade one of the Syshin that her offer was genuine, she laughed lightly and smiled reassuringly. "We'll name it [i]Huodan[/i], a word that means togetherness and community in their tongue. I couldn't possibly name it after all the lives lost on New Concordia," she explained in a more muted, less jovial tone, "and my parents are out of the question. They quite enjoyed their privacy and adventuring such as we have would not have appealed to them at all. Instead I elect to christen this world with a name that reflects both our goals and also commemorates our success in finding each other."