Space Prince(ss)

You pace back and forth across your room, hands folded behind your back as the ship zips through space. There was a good reason why the crew had opted to let you on board and was making an unscheduled stop out of the way of their normal route. You were royalty after all, someone who those on your homeworld knelt to. Granted, the crew had mostly knelt to your wallet.

And truth be told you weren't the favorite prince on your homeworld, hence why you were being sent out on a diplomatic mission. You hailed from Tetoran and your father was the king of the planet, descended from a long line of rulers. You were his firstborn, but not the heir to the throne. That honor rested in the hands of your brother, a far more masculine and warmongering prince. You, on the other hand, were soft-spoken and meek, with feminine, dainty features. For you to be king, would be an embarrassment by the culture of Tetoran, whose kings had all been musclebound, beefy, and brash.

And so, since your homeworld had only discovered alien races and space travel in the last 50 years, you were being sent away as a diplomat. Your goal was to meet with members of alien races, consolidate your father's power in the new frontier, and generally not be an embarrassment back home.

The ship staggered a bit, jarring your thoats. You heard the sub-light engines roaring to life as the ship came out of warp. You would be going down to meet your first diplomatic contact. You checked over your uniform, a simple, but well fitted cream-colored tunic and matching slacks, both accentuating your narrow frame. On your chest rested a name tag reading "Prince John Tetora VII" in your language. With a sigh, you head out to board a shuttle that would take you to your destination (and most likely not take you back).

(Who are you seeking an audience with?)

-Empress Mel-ka (The queen of the Vespa, a race of all-female humanoids with bee-like features. They must take mates from other races to preserve their species, though the details on this are a bit fuzzy. You are seeking a potential union through marriage between the Vespa and the Tetoran)

-Chairman Eko (The CEO of the EkoTech Trade Union, a massive corporate conglomerate which produces androids for at least a thousand galaxies, with maid-bots being their most popular product. They are known for dubious business practices and a suspiciously low number of fired workers. You are taking a tour of their facilities to size them up as a trade partner)

-Chief Gurn (The head of one of the largest tribes on FUT-69, a recently discovered planet near your homeworld. The inhabitants of FUT-69 are a primitive, but imposing race standing at a typical 7 feet tall. Unbeknownst to off-worlders, they possess a curious sexual trait, the females grow massive cocks every full moon, while the males have their penises retract into vaginas. You are meeting to attempt to colonize the planet.)