Thirteen years have passed since the signing of the Theta Treaty in 834 AS, a landmark agreement that brought relative peace and stability to the Omicron systems. As the dust of interstellar conflict settled, life began to take on a semblance of normalcy — or at least, as normal as life can get in a region teeming with Corsairs, Zoners, and the occasional Nomad encounter.
Enter Jill Xi, a seasoned medical professional and the Director of the Med Force Enterprises Academy in Omicron Theta. Renowned for her no-nonsense demeanor and uncanny ability to navigate the chaos of the sector, Jill shocked her peers by taking a leap not into the unknown, but into matrimony. She married Francisco Javier de Creta — or simply Javier — a proud Corsair with a heart as fiery as his homeworld's sun, even though it's a red dwarf.
The union not only blended two vastly different worlds but also brought together a family. Javier embraced his role as stepfather to Jill’s 14-year-old daughter, who, like any teenager, has her own way of shaking up their newly formed household. Together, the trio settled on planet Crete in Omicron Gamma, a place where drama is as much a part of daily life as the arid winds that sweep across the landscape.
“Omicron Oddities” chronicles the everyday adventures of this unconventional family. From navigating cultural clashes and meddling neighbors to tackling the peculiar challenges of raising a teenager in Corsair space, the series promises a comedic dive into the lives of those who find love, laughter, and a bit of chaos in the most unexpected corners of the universe. Whether it’s Jill’s attempts to bring modern medical practices to Crete, Javier’s struggles to balance family and Corsair honor, or their daughter’s mischievous escapades, life in Omicron Gamma is anything but dull.
Welcome to the world of “Omicron Oddities,” where every day is an adventure and every mishap is a chance to laugh. After all, in the Omicrons, normal is overrated.
Disclaimer: The stories in this series are entirely fictional and blend inRP characters and events set 13 years into the future. The inRP lives of the characters depicted here may take completely different directions, and any resemblance to real events is purely coincidental. Please view this as a potential storyline—what could be, rather than what is or should be.
Jill lounged on the couch, flipping through holovision channels, her feet tucked under a blanket. She exhaled contentedly, savoring the rare peace in their chaotic Crete home. The Theta Treaty—thirteen years strong and still holding—had brought a relative calm to the system. Even so, life in 848 AS was far from boring. Well, anything else than married life.
In the kitchen, Javier, her Corsair partner, was slicing vegetables with theatrical flair. He wore a frilly apron that read "Kiss the Sair" over his casual clothes, a stark contrast to his usual rugged demeanor. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing scars that told stories he’d never entirely share.
Can we invade Malta? Kill someone? he called out suddenly, his tone hopeful.
Jill didn’t even glance up. No, Javier. No wars between 8 PM and 12 PM.
Javier slammed the knife onto the counter with exaggerated frustration. But pleaaase, ju-. JUST some Bretonians? Pweeaaasee! he whined, leaning into the doorway with a mock pout.
Jill smirked, barely lifting her eyes from the screen. Oh, that beautiful Corsair face. Fine. But no blood baths, and come back clean. Anya is still upset about the smell last time.
Grinning, Javier darted for the door, grabbing his Legate helmet from the rack.
Wait! Jill called. Javier froze mid-step. Forgot something? he asked, half-grinning. Yes, Jill said, still lounging. Bring me something nice. No livestock this time, and it better be shiny. And remember Anya. She still thinks you’re a selfish conquistador. Selfish?! Javier clutched his chest, feigning insult. I am the most generous Corsair in the Omicrons! He grinned wide. Fine, shiny things for you both. But shiny things don’t just appear. I’ll need to… borrow them. Just no wars, no explosions, and definitely no livestock, Jill warned, turning back to her holoscreen. Crystal clear! Javier said with a mock salute, darting out the door. Moments later, his Legate’s engines roared as it drifted into the void.
In orbit, Javier’s cruiser prowled the trade lanes like a predator. He scanned the lanes, muttering to himself, Alright. Something shiny, something nice, something for Anya. Easy. No explosions… unless necessary.
His scanner beeped, marking a DSE freighter loaded with Luxury Goods. A wide grin spread across his face. Perfect, he said, steering toward the target.
Hours later, Jill was sipping tea, chatting with Anya on holo.
So, what did Dad promise this time? Anya asked, her tone laced with both skepticism and amusement. Something shiny, Jill replied, smirking. Let’s see if he remembers you this time. If it’s another goat, I’m disowning him, Anya quipped, her eyes rolling dramatically.
Jill chuckled. He’s learning. Slowly. For a Corsair.
When the airlock hissed open, Javier strode in, lugging a large chest. Mi amor, he declared, placing the chest on the counter. I present… treasures of the Omicrons!
Jill raised an eyebrow. What did you bring this time?
Javier opened the chest with a flourish, revealing sparkling jewels, alien artifacts, and—a very shiny toaster. A toaster? Jill asked, incredulous. A very shiny toaster! Javier said proudly. Thought it’d look great in the kitchen.
Anya’s holo-avatar appeared beside the chest. She leaned forward, inspecting the contents with her signature critical gaze. And for me? she prompted, crossing her arms.
Javier rummaged through the chest and pulled out a glowing alien trinket. This! It’s… uh… some kind of artifact. Shiny!
Anya tilted her head, examining the object. As long as it doesn’t try to eat me, I’ll take it.
Jill turned to Javier, arms crossed. See? No livestock, no blood, and you remembered someone else for once.
Javier gave an exaggerated bow. Your pirate-in-shining-armor, at your service!
The two laughed as the shiny toaster began to hum faintly on the counter, its glow pulsing ominously. Anya’s eyes widened. Uh, Mom? Is it supposed to do that?
Jill sighed. Let’s hope it’s just defective and not… alive.
Outside, the Omicron skyline glittered with darting ships—a chaotic, beautiful reminder of their unpredictable life together, bound by family, treaties, and just the right amount of mischief.
