The Imperial Heir

A ship fitting out is a ever-changing free-fall kaleidoscope of technicians, tool drones, stray parts and worker-bots. The tall, silver-haired man deftly maneuvers through the chaos nonetheless. The navy techs snap to when they notice the four stripes on his (sharply fitted) uniform. A brief discussion with one of the senior techs and he makes his way midships. He waits until the crew there finishes securing the unit they were working on before addressing the officer in charge.

Lowell:
"Eichberger, as soon as you are free could I speak with you?"

Eichberger:

Lowell:
"Summary report please, Eichberger. I'll get the full tour after I get settled on-station but are we still mostly on schedule? Any ears I need to bend or arms to be twisted?

Eichberger:

Lowell:
"Right then. Is there somewhere a little quieter close by?"

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Lowell: (closing the door)
"Ah, Tomi. It's good to see you again. Come give your uncle a hug."

"Looks like the work agrees with you. How's Caroline? Is she here with you or still at the Academy?

"Our Sub-Lieutenant Anastasia doesn't communicate much with her uncle the Admiral. Maybe now that I'm knocked down to a lowly frigate commander she'll talk to me, eh.".