[X] Indissoluble Light
"The
Indissoluble Light," the clerk says gruffly.
"You must be joking," you say.
The man shrugs. "Don't know what to tell you, pal. They were really scraping the bottom of the barrel a few thousand years ago. That was back when everything had to have some religious theme or other." He chuckles. "Pretty sure they just started slapping random adjectives on "Light" by the end of it all. Pretty sure there is an '
Indigestible Light' and a '
Voluminous Light' floating out in the void somewhere."
You stare at the man coldly. He must be mocking. "You must understand that I refuse to believe that."
The fellow shrugs in a manner that makes it clear he doesn't really care in the slightest. "Believe what you want pal. Your glorious ship awaits you in Docking Bay Alpha Centauri Major Q. Have a nice flight, Midshipman Candor, I pray you remain as indissoluble as the
Indissoluble Light."
You try not to look petulant as you stomp off. Then again, being a touch whiney will make this fellow forget you faster, or at least make him want to forget you faster. So you slump your shoulders a little and trudge off with vague bitterness. The Clerk shakes his head and moves on with his day.
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The Docking Bay in question proves to have several ships docked, and is teaming with an army of workers, navy officers, tech-adepts, and servitors. Most ignore you as you move closer to a collection of Dauntless Cruisers. One of these ships is your new home. You walk up to an officer and give a sharp salute. "Excuse me, sir. I'm looking for the
Indissoluble Light. I'm Midshipman Candor."
The Officer salutes back with a smile. "Well, Midshipman, you are a lucky man. I'm 2nd Lieutenant William Gao of the
Indissoluble Light. The ship is taking a few repairs at the moment, you can board in a few minutes with the other newcomers."
You smile. "Well, this is a spot of good luck. Tell me, Lieutenant, what is the
Light like?"
"I've served on a few ships in my career, and the
Light isn't anything that special. It's old as dirt though, and has its weird areas." He grins brightly. "Got some wild stories, but it is all fake. Don't get freaked out about ghosts or anything."
"Oh, don't worry, I don't scare easily," you say.
Gao chuckles. "Well, that's a relief." Suddenly he grows cold. "You will be. Captain runs a tight ship. We expect discipline from the greenhorns."
"Duly noted." You grunt. You don't expect it to be anywhere near as grueling as the training for Inquisitorial agents. Still, best to keep up appearances, you are supposed to be a greenhorn, not a hardened soldier.
Gao starts to move out. "Come along, Candor. We'll chat on the way."
You follow with stiff politeness, and say, "Tell me, sir, why does the ship need repairs? Did something happen?"
Gao snorts with amusement. "Not much happens out here, Candor. Just had a routine internal problem. Happens all the time on an old ship." He gives you a look that tells you to not question his statement. So you don't. You note it in your mind though. Heresy is unlikely yes, but always possible. Gao moves on from the subject smoothly. "So, Candor, you're a Schola brat, right? Which one?"
"Deodatarius," you answer stiffly. A minor Schola. Most people will only vaguely know of it.
Gao nods somewhat absently. The conversation is now stalled. To an extent, this is a good thing. You want Gao to remember you as little as possible...on the other hand, it may be good to establish you as just another normal Midshipman. In that regard, there are some basic questions you may ask before you reach the
Light.
[] What are the other Lieutenants like?
[] Who is the Captain?
[] What do you do on-ship?
[] What are you going to do to me?
[] Say nothing
[] Write-in