#elinora

This alliance was a political arrangement, not something that Joseph had a hand in deciding, he was a slave to duty in this. He and his grandparents, the king and queen, had arrived in the solar system of realm of his bride to be. The cruisers that were sent to escort them were dwarfed by the battle carrier that he, his grandparents, and the mix of ministers and diplomats had traveled there on. She was the Hornet, and Joseph had served on her in the Marine contingent assigned to her. The ship was his favorite, even though she was older than other ships in the fleet. The transport launched and took Joseph and everyone down to the planet after arriving in orbit, landing at a pad reserved for VIPs visiting the palace. After everyone disembarked from the transport, Joseph, dressed in clean, sharp, clothing, but still understated in style than what others wore. The only thing that stood out were the two swords that he wore in a simple sash that was wrapped around his waist. They were heirlooms, passed down his family line for so many generations that they had lost count. Special metal, unbreakable, and could withstand any sort of energy that they have been exposed to, so far. He and his grandparents stand, waiting for an official greeting party to come to them. Joseph thinks, "I wish I were serving back on Hornet, felt more safe there, even during anti piracy operations than I do right now."