Utijar Space Port

Sion received notification of the incoming Novenian transport. "Excellent." he whispered to himself. Now he could finally re-earn the Units he lost and deal a blow to the UHS in one fell swoop. Things seemed to be turning in his favor. The infamous Project Apocalypse would have to be handled with witty intelligence and a cunning mind, however. He stood and waited for what seemed like days, but in reality was only a few long lived hours. Suddenly the announcements blurted out, "Dominion Novadad 29-B Frigate at Dock, awaiting passenger for transport to Novenia System." Sion nodded to himself, sprinting towards the docking bay. There it was, a large Novenian Frigate. Androidic crews preformed maintenance on its exterior while a Novenian Naval Officer showed him aboard.

No small talk was made while the ship reared its engines and exited the atmosphere. The sound of the large engines entering light-speed was stopped in its majority by the thick armor coating on the ship. The journey to the Novenian System would take approximately 3 Days.

The only thing on his mind besides the metallic planet was the soft embrace of Row.

Tristan fanned himself. It was hot on this planet, he wasn't used to this climate. Luckily, he had an emergency elixir kit in his first-aid kit. While in traffic and driving with his knee, he pulled out a bottle of Arsenigoric Powder, and some Carbonic Argon Acid. After diluting them he drank the resulting liquid. He felt cooler already. A simple Iciclation Potion. Making his body fell immensly cold. This he was used to.

Then his head screamed at him, searing pain rioted through his head. Vision blurred, his spaceship rocked back and forth. Almost running into other people, he came to his senses. Blinking his bright blue eyes, he regained control of the ship. He shook his head.

Stopped in traffic, he looked around the cabin. He smiled at a small picture on the dashboard. It was a picture of him sitting in the library, reading a book to a small roll of cloth. Inside that roll of cloth was an infant. Tristan's son, Jace.

As suprising as it sounds, Tristan was married at one time. His wife, Lucy, was one of the most adventurous and smart women he had ever seen. They had met in school, her training to become a nurse, she worked along Tristan for many years and they formed a bond. They were married before Tristan's mother died. And the entire wedding she had tears in her eyes. Two years after, they had Jace.

When Jace was but 15 years old, his mother got a terrible case of a foreign disease. She died within three days. Being raised by a single mother, Tristan raised Jace to be a respectful young man. He is currently in school to be like his father, a Medic.

Jace loved to wander the paths of the Conservatory, cook dinner with the cooking staff in the Kitchen, or stare for hours on end in the at the paintings and portraits in the royal Gallery. However he can be a bit quick-tempered and irrational, as well as not understand that people have boundaries and ask way to many questions. He really tries to be a nice person, but he can just come off on the wrong foot.

Tristan snapped back to reality when there were horns and people yelling at him to move up. He was at the gate to get into the parking arena. He focused and pulled in. But to me honest he wasn't that good of a driver.