Ask Shift with a Prince

[Julius Drake]

‘Devastator’ had left orbit half a cycle ago, any assault or interesting interaction with the natives or an angry neighbour was long past. It was now just a hyperspace jump, spend an hour taking sensor readings, make sure nothing was amiss ahead, behind, or anywhere then jump to the next spot. It was mind numbing work, but it needed to be done to keep the Empire both safe and abreast of what was happening out there in the galaxy.

Luckily for Julius Drake, the supervision of this glorious task had been left to him and his fellow Lieutenant Drast. The red headed Serreenian glanced over across the divide, to his comrade for the ‘Night’ shift. He was still at unease about being stationed with the Imperial Heir, Pierre spoke and acted like any other Lieutenant Julius had ever met. But there was always that feeling in the back of his mind that one wrong move, or word would end with him being thrown out into the trash pile.

His eyes flicked back to the datapad he held, it was the basic data inputs from the last surveillance stop. Nothing out of the ordinary, just lots of traffic heading towards Imperial Space.

@The Good Doctor

 

[Pierre Drast]

Patrol work, that's what's going on the Devastator. Routine stuff, but no less important. The Empire was diligent in that making sure all is normal. The Empire was in a state of readiness against potential threats. Nothing will be getting past the keen, vigilant eyes of the Empire.

Lt. Drast was onboard the Devastator as it continues along it's route, wearing a neatly-pressed, tailored, crisp uniform, code cylinder inserted, and a officer's cap.

For this, Pierre would be working with Lt. Julius Drake closely this shift. With a stride, Pierre would approach him, hands folded behind his back. "Hello" Pierre would nod his head towards the other. The Drast would look out the viewport, then back to Julius. "Everything still quiet out there? Nothing out of place?" That's what Pierre has been seeing.

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[Julius Drake]

Julius’ finger flicked across the datapad, as he checked each of the reports for anything out of the ordinary. He was no communication or logistics expert, so he was mainly looking for any items flagged by the experts who already had gone through the data before it got sent to him. But he was starting to get the hang of the patterns they saw in this sector of space.

He heard a man approach him and he assumed it was the other Lieutenant, everyone else would be stuck at their stations during the Hyperspace transit going through the data from the last stop. “Evening, I guess.” Julius replied his eyes still glued to the datapad. “No, nothing.”

Flicking through the last screen he locked the pad, holding it at his side as he looked up and stretched his neck from side to side. “Ten minutes to the next point though.” Part of Julius wanted some kind of action, a chance to get his teeth into something apart from simulations and endless drills. But that would mean something going wrong or someone going after the Empire which wasn't great.

@The Good Doctor