>>5817318Out of respect for your late father, you decide to only simplify the name, "How about we shorten it to Black Sun Enterprise? Has a nice ring, doesn't it?"
"It's your company, boss. Do whatever you like. I'll handle the paperwork", Silas sighs.
"While you're at it, can you register this new insignia as well? I've been working on it for the past couple weeks." You ping the design to his datapad.
The next few weeks goes by uneventfully. Either you have managed to shake off the Liberation Front, or you are already helplessly in their grasp. You cannot do anything from the little tramp shuttle regardless, so might as well relax and enjoy the ride.
Lighton Shipyard, one of the largest docks in Liteia, was disappointingly small to such a Coreworlder as yourself. Silas points to one of the cruisers moored to the station's side, "There she is, the Vanilla Skyline. A beauty, isn't she? How did your old man ever stumble upon such a wonder..."
Although warships aren't a rare sight for Lunarians, you still feel your heart flutter. After all, this ship is yours, and yours alone. You move your eyes along the shapely contours of the hull, broken up at regular intervals with large turrets cunningly raised to provide the largest firing arc possible. Railguns, pulsed lasers, missiles, this ship is armed from prow to stern. Still, they are all offline right now, and you can notice a few scaffolds not yet removed around the shiny new bridge. As the shuttle goes into final approach, charred spots here and there stand out from the otherwise subdued beige of the armor plates. Silas nods in satisfaction, "We are lucky, the lazybones did finish the repairs on schedule after all."
The three new stripes on your shoulder bridge do not please you as they should, much to your annoyance. After all the studying, the interview turned out to be a cakewalk. What a waste of effort. Silas was right, seems like the Directorate is desperate enough for fighting ships that they would not want any grounded for whatever reason. One of the examining officers, a bored rear-admiral, even pulls you over after the test and gives you a routinely practiced speech over the importance of 'taking into account' any advice offered by your more experienced subordinates. At any rate you can finally force Silas to address you properly.
