Futuristic The Cosmic Mistake (Cos-mistake)

[Jewel]

(Hey Sammy, I hope you liked that pun. )

{ Closed Roleplay with smolfluffball }

Orion stood at the bow of his ship. Well, bow was a relative term, since his ship was hurling through outer-space at the rate of a hundred thousand parsecs per 9 billion oscillations of a cesium atom. It was almost too fast to comprehend, stars shooting past like streaks of light, but Orion was plenty used to it. He’d lived among the stars his entire life. Nowhere else in the universe did he feel so at home than at the bow of his vessel, zipping from planet to planet, solar system to system.

When they exited the jump, Orion was faced with the curvature of a humongous blue sphere, with white swirls and dark blemishes that covered the surface of the beautiful planet. His destination: Murilia. Official capital planet of the Stullocia galaxy and headquarters to the Esturosan Empire, which stretched across nearly two duoecad galaxies to the outer rims of colonial settlements on Kubar. The Emperor himself had one of his grand vacation estates on Murilia, many of which were so impressive and so expensive that armed guards had to stand round tall stone gates to keep unwanted visitors from touring the golden halls.

Orion wasn’t interested in taking photographs, but his business on Murilia would be strictly contained within the tall spires of the garden palace. It was rumored that the Emperor’s family was staying in the palace until the end of the lunar month while the Emperor was attending a peace ceremony where his allies would dedicate another big-ass statue to him, or whatever, yada yada, Orion could care less. The last thing this universe needed was another statue of that fatass goody-goody.

“Mag, enable stealth mode.”

“Steal mode: enabled” The robotic voice hummed in response.

The ship became invisible to the naked eye below with cleverly arranged reflective paneling and other advanced schematics devised by the mysterious mechanic himself. The ship descended smoothly through the stratosphere, rattling only a considerable amount as it shuddered past the planet’s naturally created atmosphere. He parked about fifty feet above the left wing of the palace that sat in the planet’s dark night below. It wasn’t a calculated position by any measure- he’d simply docked wherever his trajectory into the planet happened to land him… which had luckily been exactly where he’d wanted his automated navigation system to take him.

“Mag, turn off the cabin lights. I’m going out.”

“Return safe, sir.” The system replied, turning out all of the ship’s indoor lighting to save battery power.

Within ten minutes Orion was standing on a slanted roof, his hand resting on the laser-gun at his hip. This shouldn’t be a hard job, he reminded himself. In and out. Grab the boy- then get out.

He descended to a near window, used his tools to pry a window open, and then he slipped inside, graceful as a minx. He crept down hallways and up staircases, keeping a careful ear out for any guards, and before long he found himself in front of a large double-doorway. This had to be it.

Easing the door open slowly, Orion sidestepped his way into the spacious bedroom chamber where a tall canopy-bed by a balcony window stood erect. He crept silently towards the bed, his dark blue eyes honing in on the sleeping figure. Aha.

He produced a small hand-held tranquilizer gun from his belt of many wonders, his finger ready on the trigger as he drew closer to the bed. He leaned over the boy to get a good look before he did anything rash. Wouldn’t want to accidentally kidnap the wrong prince.

Once he had confirmed that he had the right boy, he hovered the gun over the boy’s neck, poised to shoot. “dulces sueños, bebe.” He whispered, sending the tranquilizer bullet into the young prince’s neck.

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Eight hours later he was back on the ship and an entire galaxy away. He’d stowed the boy near the cockpit, his hands handcuffed to a steel pipe, his head hanging forward in slumber. He was kinda cute. For the son of a bastard dictator. And for some reason Orion somehow doubted he’d be as pleasant company when he was awake. Oh well.

“Hey,” he said, nudging the boy with his foot. “Wake up.” He’d grown tired of waiting for the boy to wake up on his own, not to mention Orion was dying to have someone to talk to other than the AI.

“Wakey wakey.” He repeated, jabbing his prisoner in the ribs with his boot. That’d do it.

 

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The Prince of the Camilleri household had been living on Murilia for several years now, and he had grown accustomed to it. He wasn’t very fond of it, because the flora and fauna were different from what he knew, and the natives of the planet always told tales about him, but it had all become familiar. The alien planet had become his new normal, his new life, although he detested it. He had wanted to go back to his home planet, Catera, on numerous occasions, but his father always denied his request to return home. It was too dangerous, he would reply, or it was an inopportune time because of any set of particular matters. His father always came up with justifications as to why he couldn’t come back to his home, but Mica knew they were really just excuses. His father was excellent at finding excuses for everything he did. His mother and sisters could never be reached, so his eldest brother had told him to just give up. They had been sent away for a reason.

Mica didn’t like the way that statement made him feel when he was younger, and even now he still absolutely despised it. The feeling it gave him wasn’t pleasant. The feeling was nasty. It felt like a stain on his heart; pitch black and seeping through all of him. It made his stomach twist, squeeze, and his heart beat irregularly, erratically. He was constantly on the edge of completely rioting. He had grown angry and bitter, unfriendly to most everyone he met, but he had stopped caring enough to form meaningful relationships with people. The excitable, friendly and honest boy he had once been had grown into a pissed off, defensive and manipulative man. The simple statement from his brother had become a dangerous thought, and it had hooked itself into the princes brain, burrowing and finding a home there.

He had been sent away for a reason.

He had wanted to figure out why he would have been sent away once upon a time – what he had done. Had he said something wrong? Was he not attending to his duties properly? Was he irresponsible? Had his father figured out any of his many secrets? Did one of his siblings share something they shouldn’t have? The thought started off that way, blaming his family, blaming other people, but it shifted and became much more destructive. Was he inadequate? Was he not worthy of his fathers love? Did his mother abandon him and his older brother on this planet, away from everyone they knew? Had he made a mistake? Was his father angry with him, so much so that he sent him away because he didn’t want to be seen anymore? Would he ever return home? Would his people want him back home, if they knew his secrets? Would he ever see his sister again?

The thoughts kept circling around in his head, and he had eventually accepted them. He would never know the reason why he had been sent away. If he worked up the courage to ask his father why he was exiled, because this felt like an exiling, he knew there would be no answer. It would be left hanging in the air between them, in the empty space between father and son. He was used to it. The two had never been close when they were on the same planet, and being sent away just worsened the distance. He was, surprisingly, close with his older brother, who had been sent away with him, but he had been charged with maintaining the palace and had been swamped with work. The reason Mica thought that he was close with his brother was, quite simply, because they had been sent away together. They had been at odds before they were sent to Murilia, but after a series of rather revealing events occurred between them, they had become friends. Best friends, some of the servants in the palace would say. Mica wouldn’t argue against that, because he felt it was true.

His brother had become increasingly tired over the past few days, and Mica knew it meant that he was arranging something. He was frantic and stressed, the bags underneath his eyes a clear indicator that he was staying up later and later every night. When he had asked his brother about it, he had been rather furtive, but after some prodding his brother had told him what he was working on. Their father was coming to visit the palace. He had wanted to keep it a secret from Mica, because he knew how strained the relationship between them was. The prince had said it would be fine, and he believed it. He thanked his brother for his caution, but he had grown up over the years and would be able to face his father without any hesitation. The days passed quickly and Mica helped his older brother with the planning and organizing of his fathers visit, then the day finally arrived.

The two brothers greeted their father when he entered the palace and had been courteous, but their dad had been pre-occupied talking with his advisor and had ignored the two of them. They had exchanged a look, which they frequently did, but simply followed the man as he went to the throne room. The entire day had consisted of Mica following his father and listening to what he had said about the natives of the planet, which had bothered him. Their father was unkind and unaccepting of species and people that did not fit his ideal image. That fact had bothered Mica even when he was young. His mother was much more accepting and had understood him much better, and was gentler. His father, though, was a hard ass. Mica didn’t agree with him on many political topics or personal opinions, and since he knew the two of them were both set in their ways and hard-headed, it made conversations difficult.

After his father had went to his room for the night, the brothers had held a brief conversation. They had, for lack of a better word, gossiped about their father. He was still the same as he had been when they were younger, but he had many more gray hairs now, and was fatter. This had gotten a chuckle from both princes, and they had enjoyed each other’s company until they had parted ways for the night. Mica went to his room, feeling tired from the days events. He was relieved that his father was the same as he had been when they were younger, though he was also rather annoyed. The man hadn’t even explained himself to his sons. Mica hadn’t been expecting him to, since his father probably had forgotten anyway, but it still bothered the prince. He had fallen asleep easily that night, though. His father wouldn’t be at the palace for very long, and that was a relaxing thought.

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He had been dreaming.

It wasn’t a very pleasant dream, but he never had pleasant dreams to start with. His dream was foggy and he thought he felt something poke his stomach, but that was impossible. He was in his bed. He never slept with anything in his bed, unless – had he left a pen in his covers? Had he written something in a journal before he slept? He didn’t think he had. He wasn’t careless like that. He heard a muffled voice say something, but the fog was distorting the voice and making it sound unfamiliar. Was it morning? Was his brother or a servant trying to wake him? It didn’t sound like either of them.

He felt something jab into his stomach and was startled awake, coughing and lurching forward. He heard a metallic clink behind him and felt something cold on his wrists, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. He was in a spaceship – that much was obvious – but there was a man staring at him. He immediately glared, then leaned back against the pipe he was handcuffed to. This was a bad situation. The man looked like a pirate, and the stars were whizzing past in the window, so he could only assume he had been captured during the night. To be honest, he didn’t know how long he had been asleep for, or how he hadn’t been woken up during his kidnapping, but that didn’t matter.

After looking the man over, he scoffed and lowered his shoulders, trying to make his handcuffs more comfortable. “You couldn’t have picked a worse person to kidnap, pirate.”