Bastion Citadel, New Noria Sector Command
Sorin picked up a model of an ancient sailing ship from his desk, he examined it for a moment, then placed it into the box that contained several other items from his office. He looked at his desk, and let out a long sigh as he exhaled. He was not bitter over the fact his Uncle returned from wherever and had been given control of the military by the new Xyr, he was more frustrated that it had almost been a week and still his own orders had remained in a state of limbo. He was asked to vacate the office, and he complied without a fight. Sure he could have protested, but there was little point of ending up on the bad side of the new administration. He had turned down the offer of marriage given by the Orinas Ysi, passed it to his younger brother and for the most part assumed he had somehow fallen out his father's favor because of it. Sorin stood behind his decisions, being the heir or not he would not let his family dictate his life. He closed the lid to the last box and scanned the room for anything else that belonged to him.
The door chime rang, and he crooked a brow, it was the middle of the night. Who could it possibly be? He closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself and then instructed the mindhive to release the door. It was Ethan Orinas, yet again the elder Imperial had somehow managed to catch up with him. He figured since Adrin was leaving with Kendra their business had concluded. He said, a questioning look on his face, “Ethan, a pleasant but surprise to see you here. What can I do for you?” He wondered if maybe this was finally a confrontation over his rejection of their offer.
Ethan stepped into the room, the greying elder had a sealed niranium cask of cacelle in his right hand along with two glasses. “I actually came by thinking that maybe you could use a drink. Maybe talk a little about something?” The noticeably taller Paecifican Norian walked over to the small leather couch and sat down, then set the cask and glasses down on the table. It was obvious that as elective as the conversation appeared to be, that he was there to stay no matter what Sorin said.
“Yeah? I could use a break anyway...” Sorin said, he hesitated briefly as Ethan popped the top on the cask and began to pour the sweet red bubbling wine from the cask. “I take it there is something specific you had in mind? If it is about my decision to let Adrin have Kendra, you're wasting your -.” he paused as the elder lifted his right hand and indicated for him to stop talking.
Ethan shook his head and lowered his hand, he proceeded to finish pouring their drinks, “I'm not going to lecture you, Angelica and I were disappointed, but we're not angry with you. We can understand that you have your own plans in life without having marriage forced on you. Adrin seems like a capable young man and we're respectful of your decision. That isn't why I came by...” Ethan paused and took a sip of his cacelle and then sat back on the sofa, his right ankle braced upon his right knee in a relaxed position. “I was more thinking about your future in another way. As you know, my people manage production in the fleets. We have a War Phoenix that is nearing completion that needs someone capable at its command. We've looked at the rest of the candidates the council forwarded from the Military Sphere, but we were thinking you would be the best suited for the job.” Ethan held up his hand again, as it seemed that Sorin was about to speak, then continued to explain, “I know it is nothing like what you did here, but your father said you were getting frustrated with things, tired of been glued down to a base instead of being out in the field. You were too young, for this anyway. You deserve to have your freedom and be able to go out there and find adventure among the stars...This War isn't going to last forever, they never do. You deserve more than this Sorin. We'd be willing to give you full autonomy, you choose the missions and we will take care of any concerns the council has.” Ethan reached for his glass and took another ship, to indicate to the young man that it was alright to speak now, that he was finished.
Sorin sighed as he paused for a taste of his own drink, he thought about what it was that Ethan offered. He couldn't help but think this was a way for the Orinas to further extend their influence and get into even better terms with his father. A War Phoenix was a hell of a ship to be offered, but the entire situation felt like this was yet another push from his own Ysi and theirs to fill whatever it was they believed was his destiny. “Is this something I need to decide on now? Can I have some time? I was just relieved of office and I need to collect my thoughts,” he bowed his head slightly in respect towards Ethan. “I just...I need some time.” He polished off the rest of the glass and then walked to the door, “See yourself out when you're done Ethan, I will have someone come by and pick up the boxes.” He didn't wait for a reply, he just walked out and the door sealed behind him.
Ethan sighed heavily and grumbled to himself as the young man left, “Stubborn...Damn Eitan..” he said to himself.
Sorin picked up a model of an ancient sailing ship from his desk, he examined it for a moment, then placed it into the box that contained several other items from his office. He looked at his desk, and let out a long sigh as he exhaled. He was not bitter over the fact his Uncle returned from wherever and had been given control of the military by the new Xyr, he was more frustrated that it had almost been a week and still his own orders had remained in a state of limbo. He was asked to vacate the office, and he complied without a fight. Sure he could have protested, but there was little point of ending up on the bad side of the new administration. He had turned down the offer of marriage given by the Orinas Ysi, passed it to his younger brother and for the most part assumed he had somehow fallen out his father's favor because of it. Sorin stood behind his decisions, being the heir or not he would not let his family dictate his life. He closed the lid to the last box and scanned the room for anything else that belonged to him.
The door chime rang, and he crooked a brow, it was the middle of the night. Who could it possibly be? He closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself and then instructed the mindhive to release the door. It was Ethan Orinas, yet again the elder Imperial had somehow managed to catch up with him. He figured since Adrin was leaving with Kendra their business had concluded. He said, a questioning look on his face, “Ethan, a pleasant but surprise to see you here. What can I do for you?” He wondered if maybe this was finally a confrontation over his rejection of their offer.
Ethan stepped into the room, the greying elder had a sealed niranium cask of cacelle in his right hand along with two glasses. “I actually came by thinking that maybe you could use a drink. Maybe talk a little about something?” The noticeably taller Paecifican Norian walked over to the small leather couch and sat down, then set the cask and glasses down on the table. It was obvious that as elective as the conversation appeared to be, that he was there to stay no matter what Sorin said.
“Yeah? I could use a break anyway...” Sorin said, he hesitated briefly as Ethan popped the top on the cask and began to pour the sweet red bubbling wine from the cask. “I take it there is something specific you had in mind? If it is about my decision to let Adrin have Kendra, you're wasting your -.” he paused as the elder lifted his right hand and indicated for him to stop talking.
Ethan shook his head and lowered his hand, he proceeded to finish pouring their drinks, “I'm not going to lecture you, Angelica and I were disappointed, but we're not angry with you. We can understand that you have your own plans in life without having marriage forced on you. Adrin seems like a capable young man and we're respectful of your decision. That isn't why I came by...” Ethan paused and took a sip of his cacelle and then sat back on the sofa, his right ankle braced upon his right knee in a relaxed position. “I was more thinking about your future in another way. As you know, my people manage production in the fleets. We have a War Phoenix that is nearing completion that needs someone capable at its command. We've looked at the rest of the candidates the council forwarded from the Military Sphere, but we were thinking you would be the best suited for the job.” Ethan held up his hand again, as it seemed that Sorin was about to speak, then continued to explain, “I know it is nothing like what you did here, but your father said you were getting frustrated with things, tired of been glued down to a base instead of being out in the field. You were too young, for this anyway. You deserve to have your freedom and be able to go out there and find adventure among the stars...This War isn't going to last forever, they never do. You deserve more than this Sorin. We'd be willing to give you full autonomy, you choose the missions and we will take care of any concerns the council has.” Ethan reached for his glass and took another ship, to indicate to the young man that it was alright to speak now, that he was finished.
Sorin sighed as he paused for a taste of his own drink, he thought about what it was that Ethan offered. He couldn't help but think this was a way for the Orinas to further extend their influence and get into even better terms with his father. A War Phoenix was a hell of a ship to be offered, but the entire situation felt like this was yet another push from his own Ysi and theirs to fill whatever it was they believed was his destiny. “Is this something I need to decide on now? Can I have some time? I was just relieved of office and I need to collect my thoughts,” he bowed his head slightly in respect towards Ethan. “I just...I need some time.” He polished off the rest of the glass and then walked to the door, “See yourself out when you're done Ethan, I will have someone come by and pick up the boxes.” He didn't wait for a reply, he just walked out and the door sealed behind him.
Ethan sighed heavily and grumbled to himself as the young man left, “Stubborn...Damn Eitan..” he said to himself.