A few hours before RES Aurora is scheduled for launch
On the Cyria Station, Capital of the Third Star.
Across various points of the station, the crew members of the Aurora wondering around doing something. What that something is is up to them. Perhaps they are helping with the preparation of the launch, perhaps they are in the throne room talking with the Captain, the Princess, perhaps they are solizing with the other crew members. That is something for them to decide.
In the throne room
"Commander Vossler, you'll be leaving in a few hours." Sayd the cold, lifeless voice that belonged a tall, formally dressed woman. Her age could not easy be declared, as she has her face covered by a mask and her figure was hidden by her loose clothing. "I trust that you have your route planned?"
"That is correct, your majesty." Said the Commander, his tiredness poorly hidden by his formal tone "We'll be taking a route direct as possible. It will take us directly through the pirate-infested areas, and we will be dangerously close to the center of the galaxy and enemy territory. But we don't really have any better options, the long way around the center would take far too long, she would certainly die while in suspended animation."
"Very dangerous plan indeed, but I trust that you have calculated the risk involved. I trust you with my daughter." Said Queen Cyria. "Speaking of Fara, what does she think of the plan?"
Princess Fara quite nearly dozed off. As worried as the situation has her, talking about politics and similar subjects bores her. She woke up a little when she heard her name. "I... I'm sorry, Mother, what was that?"
"The Journey, what do you think about it?" Asked the Queen.
Fara's shoulder slumped. "Oh... I don't really know. I don't know anything about Space Travel. Besides, I'll be in that suspended animation pod for most of the journey, right?"
"Assuming things go well, you'll be awake for over half the journey. There should be no reason you'd need to be in that device on the way back." Said the Commander.
"Oh, I didn't think about that. I still don't really know, though. I don't know what to think about most of this." Said the Princess, a little worried.
"That is alright, Fara." Said the Queen. "You have had a lot to think about, and not much time to do it. Anyway, is there anything you have forgotten?"
Princess Fara thought for a moment. "Come to think of it, I think I left my gun in my room. I'll go get it, after that I might go to the ship, see what it's like."
The Queen Responded. "That is alright. I will meet you at the port, give you a proper goodbye when you leave."
Fara nodded, and then left. Then the Queen turned back to the Commander.
"She trusts you like a father, you know." The Queen said.
Vossler sighted. "I know. I'm not a very good father, though."
The Queen Responded. "You are better than her real father was, in any rate."
"Maybe I am, Queen Cyria, but I'm most certainly not enough." He responded while turning. "If you don't have anything else to tell me, I'm going to go roundup my crew. by the time all of them get to the dock, it will probably be about time to leave."
"Suit yourself, Commander." The Queen said.
Commander Vossler checked a communication device he has with him. Along with several other functions, it can track his crew. It's essentially this day and age equivalent of a smartphone. He then heads off in the direction of the nearest crew member, assuming none are already following him.
After the Princess tucks her Plasma Pistol and anything else she forgot into her back, she finds a free guard to escort her to the dock, as the Queen does not like for her to travel by herself, even in a secure place like the Cyria station. The Princess and her guard head straight for the dock, although they might run into a crew member along the way.
Somewhere near the dock...
Along with the expected crew members and permanent members of the station,
There are two kids running away from something they only know right now. Perhaps they can get away from whatever they are running away from if they hide on a spaceship that's going to leave soon?