Post by Gamov on Oct 4, 2009 15:15:53 GMT -5
Rain looked over the report with a keen eye before nodding and dismissing the officer. "Thank you, I'll inform the Captain." She said, taking the datapad from him. She scanned the sit-rep once more before shifting her attention to the chief navigation offer at her right, relaying him a set of orders. "Chief Fenson, set our course for Naboo and await my orders."
The chief looked up from his task and gave the Lieutenant and nod of confirmation, passing the order along to his subordinates. "Set co-ordinates for Naboo and await further orders."
The navigation crew acted quickly, punching in the necessary trajectory and flight path data as Rain moved away from the command salon and towards the command deck of Tempest, where Janus was found standing alone at the apex of the room in front of the center view-port as he stared into the depths of space, his hands clasped behind his back as he seemed to ignore everything and everyone around him.
"Sir...." Rain began, approaching the Captain. "We'll need to make a stop off for supplies and to refuel. Our nearest probable choice is Naboo. I have already set the crew in motion, but they are holding for your command."
Janus maintained his attention forward on the stars and the brown-ish colored surface of Tatooine, his mind occupied with far more pressing questions and matters than requisitioning additional supplies and fuel for his ship. Their recent visit to Tatooine had left him with more questions than answers. He was left searching again, forced to scour out the missing pieces of his past from the vast expanse of the galaxy before them. How many more blanks must he fill before he could finally confront his past and reign in his future? His father had clearly gone to some extensive lengths to keep him unaware of events outside the walls of the sanatorium on Kessel while he was incarcerated there. He never visited, never wrote, never even took the time to send a liaison or a messenger. He had signed the papers years ago and had forgotten about him.
While he was forced to endure relentless experiments at the hands of scientists who were probing him for a cure to his disorder. And where was his father? Living life as usual, as if he never had a son.
But, in his father's absence, he had found a surrogate family in the form of Rain and Prescott. They had been with him since before he was cast out of the Empire, and had remained loyal to him even after the fact. when everyone else had forgotten about him or sought to treat him as a number on a chart, they treated him like a human being, better than his own father ever had. They were his last living links to maintaining a loose form of sanity in those dark years of his life. Had it not been for them, he was sure he would have ended his suffering a long time ago by his own hand. And for that, they had earned his gratitude.
Yet, even as his mind played over his tortured past, recalling both the discomfort and anger as easily as it remembered the friendship and compassion of both the Lieutenant and Sergeant, Rain suggested deviating from his path. She suggested making a stop of at Naboo for supplies.
Naboo, how he loathed that planet. Everything was so green and vibrant, so painfully out of place amid the rest of this decaying universe.
Turning to face Rain, he denied the suggestion. "No, Lieutenant, the documents we collected lead us elsewhere. Set our course for Taanab."
Rain, thinking twice about arguing the point with her Commander, respectfully bowed to his orders and returned to the command salon, relaying the Captain's orders. "Chief Fenson, reset co-ordinates for Taanab."
"Ma'am?" Fenson asked, his face mirroring confusion.
"The Captain has ordered that we alter course. We will be making a stop for supplies elsewhere." Rain informed him.
Fenson gave a reluctant nod and ordered the navigation crew to change course. "Set new course for Taanab."
Moments later, the engines on Tempest glowed a bright blue before the ship vanished into the black void of space, its course set.
The chief looked up from his task and gave the Lieutenant and nod of confirmation, passing the order along to his subordinates. "Set co-ordinates for Naboo and await further orders."
The navigation crew acted quickly, punching in the necessary trajectory and flight path data as Rain moved away from the command salon and towards the command deck of Tempest, where Janus was found standing alone at the apex of the room in front of the center view-port as he stared into the depths of space, his hands clasped behind his back as he seemed to ignore everything and everyone around him.
"Sir...." Rain began, approaching the Captain. "We'll need to make a stop off for supplies and to refuel. Our nearest probable choice is Naboo. I have already set the crew in motion, but they are holding for your command."
Janus maintained his attention forward on the stars and the brown-ish colored surface of Tatooine, his mind occupied with far more pressing questions and matters than requisitioning additional supplies and fuel for his ship. Their recent visit to Tatooine had left him with more questions than answers. He was left searching again, forced to scour out the missing pieces of his past from the vast expanse of the galaxy before them. How many more blanks must he fill before he could finally confront his past and reign in his future? His father had clearly gone to some extensive lengths to keep him unaware of events outside the walls of the sanatorium on Kessel while he was incarcerated there. He never visited, never wrote, never even took the time to send a liaison or a messenger. He had signed the papers years ago and had forgotten about him.
While he was forced to endure relentless experiments at the hands of scientists who were probing him for a cure to his disorder. And where was his father? Living life as usual, as if he never had a son.
But, in his father's absence, he had found a surrogate family in the form of Rain and Prescott. They had been with him since before he was cast out of the Empire, and had remained loyal to him even after the fact. when everyone else had forgotten about him or sought to treat him as a number on a chart, they treated him like a human being, better than his own father ever had. They were his last living links to maintaining a loose form of sanity in those dark years of his life. Had it not been for them, he was sure he would have ended his suffering a long time ago by his own hand. And for that, they had earned his gratitude.
Yet, even as his mind played over his tortured past, recalling both the discomfort and anger as easily as it remembered the friendship and compassion of both the Lieutenant and Sergeant, Rain suggested deviating from his path. She suggested making a stop of at Naboo for supplies.
Naboo, how he loathed that planet. Everything was so green and vibrant, so painfully out of place amid the rest of this decaying universe.
Turning to face Rain, he denied the suggestion. "No, Lieutenant, the documents we collected lead us elsewhere. Set our course for Taanab."
Rain, thinking twice about arguing the point with her Commander, respectfully bowed to his orders and returned to the command salon, relaying the Captain's orders. "Chief Fenson, reset co-ordinates for Taanab."
"Ma'am?" Fenson asked, his face mirroring confusion.
"The Captain has ordered that we alter course. We will be making a stop for supplies elsewhere." Rain informed him.
Fenson gave a reluctant nod and ordered the navigation crew to change course. "Set new course for Taanab."
Moments later, the engines on Tempest glowed a bright blue before the ship vanished into the black void of space, its course set.