FORTUNE

LIEUTENANT OTTO A. CORCER, NAVIGATOR ON THE LUMINARA 19. HUMAN. BRIGHT-EYED.

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OTTO’S INBOX IS OPEN NOW

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Sci-Fi Starters

"The engines are offline and I have no idea when we can get them running again."

"There's something obscuring the sensors. I can't tell what's down there."

"I think something is on board..."

"You can try to track this transmission, but don't bother. You won't be able to trace the signal."

"All we need to do is lay low for a while. Slip into a busy spaceport and no one will notice."

"I don't know what you think this ship is capable of, but it can't perform miracles."

"It was big and green; that's all I remember."

"I want the shields up and weapons online."

"We just wait here for a search party. We have enough rations for a week and there's just enough power to keep the temperature control systems functioning."

"I don't care what's out there. Grab a phaser and do your damn job."

"We're dead in space and if we don't get this boat moving, we are REALLY doing to be dead."

"I hope there's enough containment suits for all of us."

HULL INTEGRITY AT THIRTY-FIVE PERCENT. STRUCTURAL COLLAPSE EMINENT. ABANDON SHIP. REPEAT. ABANDON SHIP.

"The ambassador hates the accommodations."

"There's no damage to the exterior. No immediate reason why the power is shut off... This ship is just floating, abandoned."

"It's been quiet out here among the stars. Almost makes you miss running for your life."

"Hold on! Let me scan it before you touch the damn thing."

"Just because it's furry and cute, doesn't mean it isn't dangerous."

"When we make planetfall I just want to go into the nearest bar and get a good drink."

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icaltair:

“so i actually need permission to hug you now? where is the justice in that? you’re in my territory for crying out loud!” 

he sounds like a typical rich spoiled brat and those who only pretend to know him will insist that the heir really is one but those on the other side of the spectrum– those who know how to navigate through his disarmingly charming smile and noble exterior – know that there is far more to the castor prince than meets the eye. in three long strides, he easily jogs to close the distance between them and pulls the young officer into his arms. had he been feeling anymore grandiose, he would have definitely spun them around but the two of them have very strict reputations to uphold so he decides against it. 

“you’re so grown up, i can’t believe it! you used to be so scrawny and small but now look at you, all handsome and devilish in these threads!”

“you don’t need permission to do anything. but i need permission to do everything.”

he says it with a smile, because for him it’s a simple fact of life. it doesn’t feel like a loss of freedoms for him, the young man who grew up with virtually nothing to his name. he was born into chaos but he thrives in this new world of order and rules, primarily because it’s structured and it keeps all the numbers in place. it helps that he gets to spend his days at the helm of one of the biggest imperial ships in the galaxy.

a breath of a chuckle is knocked out of him when the elder male’s form collides with his, and he has to stumble backward a bit just to stay steady on his feet. he returns the embrace willingly, not used to such affection from the peers he normally spends his time with. he’s been on the luminara nearly six months and yet, he’s discovered, hugs aren’t exactly the social currency aboard the imperial vessel. 

“devilish? me? i don’t know about that...anyway, the captain says i could still afford to put on at least seven more kilos in muscle mass if i want to be anything other than a paperweight. which is a lot easier said then done.”

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LT. OTTO A. CORCER :: A MOODBOARD :: 1/?

Now, at nineteen, Otto is freshly graduated from the Academy after one year spent at Almaz and another at Ganthel, having advanced to the same academic level as many of his elder peers. He has recently been seated on the Luminara as one of its trusted navigators and one of its youngest crewmembers. He is happy to serve the Empire in keeping the Mid-Rim safe, and hopes one day to be deployed to see even more of the space he so adoringly covets.

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icaltair:

“well, well, well. someone definitely looks good in uniform.” 

the castor family hangar is bustling with activity by the time altair steps into otto’s line of sight. he pushes himself off from where he was casually leaning against a crawler and walks over to stand in front of the younger male. it has only been a few months since the two of them saw each other last but otto seems to have already grown a couple of inches taller. the rest of the staff bow before him but he dismisses them with a casual wave of his hand and one of his dazzling smiles. some may perhaps question what the heir is doing out in the field with them but altair doesn’t care about it one bit, not when a dear friend is here with him. “so, should i greet you with a salute now or can i still hug you?” 

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he doesn’t even realize he’s the one being addressed until he turns toward the familiar voice, glancing up from where he’s adjusting the metal insignia pinned over his heart.

“altair!” he greets enthusiastically before remembering he’s still technically on duty, turning back to his nearest superior, “sir? permission to-”

the man chuckles and waves him off with a simple “as you were,” adding “but don’t go too far. i might need to send you on a coffee run.” otto nods, his face reddening slightly until he realizes it’s a joke, in which it starts to redden even more. it’s easy to forget those stone-faced admirals can have a sense of humor.

he gives his full attention to altair then, grinning bashfully, ”it’s not me, it’s just the psychological implications of the uniform. it was to do with the fact that we automatically and subconsciously associate strength and altruism with the sight of a navy uniform. it helps that this one’s brand new. i grew out of my other set.” he’s talking too much, but he doesn’t notice it until he’s pausing for a breath. “you can hug me if you want though. that’s allowed i think.”

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