Jewel
spirited
(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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