In a Galaxy far, far away, and much more boring...
Held sat as his desk, sighing deeply.
It had been months since Held had returned home after what seemed like Eons. The tearful reunions, the partying, the pardons, the awards....They all faded away in the recesses of his mind, covered behind mountains of paper work.
Nero Garthin---The Prime Minister of Nevada--had made him an Ambassador to not only Earth, but the galaxy at large. His exploits in battle had reached even the remote depths of space that Nevada found itself in, and what was once a privateer in command of a single ship, now found himself as an Admiral, commanding an entire Armada if he deemed it so.
His ranking in the Merchants Guild--Thanks in no small part to his seemingly endless wealth--had propelled him to the upper echelons of power in that group as well. In one fell swoop, Held Debon went from Renegade destroyer of worlds to exonerated ultra elite, able to wage war at a whim.
His office was gilded, ornate gold and silver, artifacts of all sorts, expensive drinks....It was breathtaking to behold, perhaps rivaling his abode on Earth, or the planet closest to it that he kept another home.
If looks were everything, Held would truly be satisfied.
But if one looked close enough, the melancholy that affected him was not far beneath the surface.
"Resource Allotment..." Held muttered glumly, looking through a fist length stack of papers stapled together, "...Do they really need that much manpower and munitions for a simple exploration mission?"
He sighed.
"I guess it is close enough to Saiyan territory to warrant some precautions, but it's uncharted space, and Sarada isn't really chomping at the bit to expand."
He took out a pen, before scribbling a note requesting a detailed reasoning for their sizable request and concrete proof of their concerns.
He tossed that one into a pile of other reports.
"Let's see...." He turned, looking at the wall on his planner, hoping to find something somewhat interesting, for a change. He was disappointed.
"Brief the council on the Threshlings...Easier said than done, I haven't actually fought one since Auroc, and I can't exactly just invited Luop and Neva for a friendly chat about these sorts of things, can I?"
[I]Well, I probably could, but I should maybe get more situated into this gig before then. Not to mention, we're so far from the space they're after it's technically not an immediate priority..[/I]
"....Handle a dispute between the Merchants Guild on Axotol and a band of Raiders....Well, I guess that's interesting, but--Oh. I'm supposed to choose who actually goes to handle that."
[I]All that time Training on that hellish planet, and this is what I get to do now? What a waste...Then again, Crazy Horn is complete now, so I guess it was worth it, even if I did die a few dozen times...[/I]
"Even for me, it feels a bit off to send someone to handle things in my stead..."
His thoughts briefly drifted to the Red Raiders, and then to Earth. Someone--Eva, maybe?--had sent out a summons for him and the others, but the Nevadian was far, far, too busy to attend, unfortunately. There were formidable warriors on earth, or so invested in the planet to the point the Nevadian was outright redundant in a sense.
Events had unfolded so quickly here, that Held couldn't even remember if he had sent a response to the summoning. It was unlikely to matter either way, but Held was nothing if not considerate, especially to Eva of all people. It would irk him if he realized he had forgotten to respond entirely.
"...Attend a fundraiser for the Nevada Expansion Project....."
Held sighed in boredom and frustration. "Dear Kami."
Held turned to his left, looking over the mountain of papers.
"And why the hell isn't this all on a data pad?! We're one of the most technologically advanced races in the galaxy and I'm being tortured like this?! No wonder my predecessor went insane...Then again, he was the one who insisted on getting all of his tasks done in this manner."