POOHEAD189

Cinnabar Forever! (RCN)

"I thought you told me you had number three fixed?" Kaiden challenged Higgs, who was simply doing his best not to belch in front of his superiors. He looked at the Lieutenant blankly, unsure of what to say. Sabatine knew her part well, piping in about how it was a recent discovery on her part, and speaking what Kaiden knew to be at least some bit of technobabble, trying not to smile at it as he watched Micha out of the corner of his eye. The Captain, a known logistics expert and no stranger to how his ship ran, was oddly quiet and never correct Sabatine, instead adding in that Higgs should be more careful offhandedly 'next time.' The Prince took a sip of his drink and found he was satisfied with how they planted the seeds in his mind.

Leyla still seemed a little miffed about the lack of piratical activity. But her mind did get taken out of it when she heard the very subtle nonsense the others were speaking. "Look, if the thing gets stuck that's to do with the Vickie, not the pod itself."

"Not exactly." Sabatine countered, and the two began a long conversation about the intricacies of lifeboat expulsion as Kaiden halted Higgs from drinking anymore, asking the server for the Bosun to get some water.

An hour and a half later, the dinner had been broken up. Captain Micha had remained quietly, subtly thoughtful and if this did not work, Kaiden did not know what would. The hatch to the starboard corridor slid open and Kaiden and Sabatine stepped through, passing by Midshipman McKay who halted and gave them a salute he had obviously been practicing in a mirror before he tottered off, hustling for something.

"Need help, Midshipman?" Kaiden called to him.

"No sir, Lieutenant! Goodnight sir!" He said and jogged off down into another corridor. He carried a small pylon looking item in his arms, likely something to do with the power grid of one of the auxiliary systems. Kaiden would have been more worried if Sabatine jumped into action, but she seemed completely nonchalant.

"It's nothing." Sabatine thought aloud. "McKay always likes to do any menial task at hand. He thinks leadership is getting your hands dirty."

"That's a little ironic coming from you." Kaiden remarked with wry grin. Even with the odd discomfort, he was glad he was able to be himself more around her. Maybe proximity to her did help in some ways. Maybe it was the drinking too.
@Penny

New member!

Glad to have you!

Returning to rp and chill

@SmokyCity Yo, not sure if we met before but glad to have you.

Cinnabar Forever! (RCN)

Kaiden absorbed the last information, already certain something was amiss but now he couldn't have been more sure they had just seen pirate activity. He saw it in Sabatine's eyes too. They each knew one another enough to know when the other was dead certain on something. Briefly he wondered how whatever actions they were about to take might cause a scandal of some kind, always on the look out for such a risk.

"He'll never go for it." Kaiden said, obviously referring to the Captain.

"Maybe if we confronted him together?" Sabatine queried, still wishing to remain safely within the chain of command. He wouldn't blame her, already being on a tight leash from the Ottis debacle, but he also knew she was born and bred for the service.

"Or..." he said, drawing a finger over the map on the console screen, indicating where the ship had jumped and the path it had taken through the system. "We dangle something in front of the Captain to have him make the order to approach where we believe their current position is."

Sabatine looked at him, her expression unreadable. He hoped that meant she was entertaining his suggestion.

"Not lie." He said quickly. "We have small hiccups in the logs all the time. We can suggest to him that something in the logs of the Tarlock Trading Company or the Habsburg Acquisition Corp. doesn't fit according to their flight plan and we would go and see if they're flirting with skipping taxes or perhaps they have resources we can requisition. The Captain isn't one to pass up free fame or money as long as there's no conflict save for the accidental kind."
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Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

Prince Hresvelg

_{(Drawn by yours truly)}

"All the best commanders and kings in history used audacity to great effect. Yes, I think I'll use that as my excuse."

Name

Kayden Caladwarden Hresvelg

Age

21

Country of Origin

Adrestian Empire

Social Standing

The noblest

Crest

Crest of Seiros: Legend has it that Saint Seiros bore this Crest and passed it down through House Hresvelg. Occasionally makes his voice compelling towards those he speaks to, gently urging them to his point of view.

Starting Class

Lord

Weapon of Choice

Sword

Strengths

Sword & Authority

Weaknesses

Faith & Flying

Personality

A man of two worlds, prince Kayden Hresvelg both loves and hates being the eponymous prince of the Andrestian Empire. The pomp and schedule? He could do without. The Andrestian Empire is a kingdom on the decline if his family is any indication, and he would certainly choose any other father if he could. However, he has royal blood with princely looks, a sharp mind, and a swordsman's hands. He was born to be who he is. That, and of course there are perks to being an aristocrat in social settings.

Kayden enjoys making friends both high and low, and though he is no stranger to having friends at court, he finds commoners to be far more relatable and funny than the ever pompous nobles that have to simp or rival him. New things excite him, adventure being an ever present delight he wishes to explore. He's respectful and learned of his country's history, and he's proud of his kingdom even if he believes it in disarray and he has a poor opinion of his family.

Despite the womanizing, the gallivanting, and the love of danger, he is actually a kind soul. He's had far too much grief in his life and seen far too many other princely assholes to ever try and lose his morality because of his station, or any reason for that matter. He finds the new thrills are more of a shield so he cannot dwell too much on the sad state of things, and though he does enjoy reading a good book or spending quiet moments of reflection and melancholy, ask him to join you in a dangerous expedition and he'll volunteer to lead it!

History

Born in utter squalor, Kayden was poor and destitute, meant for his name to disappear into the annals of history forever. But that's a different Kayden. We're here to speak about the fabulous, gorgeous, unrelentingly handsome Kayden of the Hresvelg dynasty, last son of the King and notable rebel in all things royal. Or at least, that's how he'd like to think of himself.

Kayden Hresvelg of House Hrelsveg was the fourth son to be born to the King and Queen, so despite his pedigree, for most of his childhood he felt very unimportant. He play-fought with his siblings often and decided he wanted to be the protector of the throne, a royal knight of the realm! He was taught to be well read and learned in lore, though he never felt he was as smart or talented as his siblings. Of course, that has to be shattered when the plague swept into the Andrestian Empire, including the Imperial palace. Kayden was the second to get sick, though he survived unlike most of his family. Even their best doctors couldn't keep five of his siblings from death, his mother bed-ridden, and further complications in his family arising.

Kayden was now the sole heir to the throne. The hard times coupled with Kayden being an unwilling heir put a strain on his relationship with his father. Not to mention the new mistress his father took, making him a neglectful husband to Kayden's mother, at least in Kayden's eyes. The prince would often travel around the capital, making friends with delinquents and learning swordplay in his spare time, finding solace in his exploits to keep himself busy. Though he was taught matters of state, he retained the stories of old wars and heroic quests far more easily from his father's teachers.

By Kayden's twenty first birthday, his father believed he needed to be taught both discipline and the sword in a more controlled manner, and so sent him off to the Officer's Academy at Garreg Mach Monastery. Kayden surprisingly agreed wholeheartedly, wanting some new scenery and wishing more than anything to distance himself from his father. His only regret was leaving his mother, as her only company was the servants and infrequent visits from the King.

Trivia

• Kayden loves boardgames, particularly wargames in which he is very skilled.
• Kayden stand 5'11, and weighs 172 pounds.
• Kayden's first crush was on a female fencing instructor he had when he was 14.
• Kayden's best friend is a a bodyguard back home named Murek.
• Kayden's favorite dish is Beast Meat Teppanyaki, followed by Garreg Mach Meat Pie and Gautier Cheese Gratin.

The Blackwood

@Luminosity@Gunther Will get to you two by the weekend. Been a hell of a work week!

Cinnabar Forever! (RCN)

Captain Micha was a hell of a Captain when it came to logistics and navigation, but Kaiden had to disagree with his assessment of the situation. Kaiden wasn't certain it was something the crew of the Vickie should take care of themselves, but it was clearly apart of some illicit activity. If it looks like a horse, walks like a horse and sounds like a horse, it's probably not a Zebra, his former aide de camp used to say. He missed Bertram sometimes. The man had been old, but reliable and undoubtedly predictable in his loyalty and punctuality. Tilda was young and entirely unpredictable, at least in the way women you fancied could be. She was a good aide de camp however, with all the reliability of Bertram...not to mention a few other things he enjoyed.

Almost as if she had read his mind or planned for him to think of her, she appeared with the dispatches he had asked for on local ship activity, quicker than he would have expected. Miraculously, it was a log on all activity the past three months. It almost did more harm than good to Kayden, until he opened them up and realized Tilda had already marked down every instance in which a ship matching the Kamal's description had exited and entered the local area.

"How did you..."

"I listened in on the way here and decided to make it a bit easier for you." She said, her face pristine save for the small smile she had on her lush lips.

"Remind me to make it up to you." He said, eyes pouring into the pages whilst still gauging the ship's systems every now and then to make sure the vehicle was still operational.

"I plan on it." She whispered in his ear with a suggestive tone that sent a thrill up his spine. He did his best to ignore it, and she simply stepped back and took a seat behind everyone, watching them work like a hawk, or a hound at attention, awaiting orders.

"Sabbie, come here." He remarked, clearing his throat and saying louder because of Tilda's appearance. "Lieutenant, look at this." As he turned the page, the fabric loudly 'fwapping' in his hands.

According to the log, the only ships that matched the Kamal's tramp model was from the Tarlock Trading Company that shipped minerals and spices every fortnight, give or take a few days due to activity and mismanagement on the corporate side. Today was nowhere near any previously scheduled movements for such ships. It could potentially be a new schedule or unexpected shipment, but without a flight plan...
@Penny

The Blackwood

@POOHEAD189 I can't imagine the Razor Crest is going to last much longer.

@Gunther

I agree. Maybe next ep he'll get it fully fixed or get a new ship.

Also, I just found out the next week or two I'll be working double shifts so bear with me on posts everyone!

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

You know what? Give me a week and I'll see if I can jumpstart this RP again. Provided a few more people give their go-ahead.

Cinnabar Forever! (RCN)

"Keep the ballast steady lads." Kaiden said on the link, watching the real-time scan on the ship's superstructure. The vickie flared up with heat as they made it into the sidereal universe, functions now requiring to abide by the laws of thermodynamics with a bit more surety. Kaiden had gotten quite good at keeping the ship maintained, monitoring communications, cabin structure, life support. He could even see the status of the guidance systems, though how they were being used or much of the nuances to the system wasn't able to be accurately translate on the screen. Satisfied the ship was stable for now, he switched the screen over to the sensors like everyone else was, listening to the exchange between Ottis and Sabatine.

"I doubt there's pirates, Midshipman." He retorted, unable to keep a wry smile from his face at a myriad of ironies on Ottis' question. Kaiden switched the monitor back to recheck the systems, speaking idly. "You know I hear a favorite tactic of pirates is kidnapping."

That had Ottis stop asking questions, and he noticed Sabatine giving him a look that he knew better than most was silent but amused approval. Kaiden checked the sensors. "Confirmed on the tramps, Captain."

The two of them had been on their duties like clockwork, losing themselves in the hard work and sometimes monotony of the tasks they had to perform. Kaiden still felt a bit stressed around Sabatine at times, but he also found himself thinking back to when they had started dating. The odd bit of feelings that flared up sometimes when one thought of a prominent ex in their life. Like an illness. It appeared for a bit and made one feel out of themselves and then would leave for around ten months. Only this seemed to be persistent. Maybe it was the tedium of some of his duties that made his mind wander as she worked beside him. Whatever it was, his rational mind did not like it. He was glad Tilda freed her schedule for him when he got off his duties. She was a good distraction.

Kaiden switched back to his sensors again, only for him to blink in suspicion in a way Sabatine would notice. "Captain Micha, one of the tramps is unregistered on the flight log." Kaiden realized, having checked the OLN (Orbital Logistics Network) and retained it with a memory like a steel trap. It technically wasn't their concern, but they had been granted to take note of any suspicious activities no matter how mundane. "Lieutenant, see if you can locate the tramp's trajectory so we can hail them." He said to Sabatine.
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