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.
Jill watched the toaster, its faint, alien glow pulsing ominously on the kitchen counter. It hadn’t exploded or started chanting in Latin—yet—which she considered a small win. From the living room, the sound of hushed giggling and rapid keystrokes drifted her way.
"What are you two up to now?" Jill asked, half-turning from the counter, her tone straddling curiosity and dread.
Anya looked up, her face a practiced mask of indifference. Beside her, James "Jooz" Oozy grinned like he’d just discovered a secret that might get them both grounded for life. "Nothing much," Anya said casually, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. "Just decoding some signal stuff. Totally normal." "Normal for you lot is inviting trouble," Jill replied, arching an eyebrow.
Jooz, wearing his trademark air of mischief, piped up. "We cracked that weird artifact thing Dad—I mean, Javier—brought back."
The words hung in the air like a bad joke waiting for a punchline. Jill’s eyes darted to the doorway just as Javier entered, still wearing his frilly “Kiss the Sair” apron and wielding a spatula like a scepter. He froze. "‘Dad’?!" Javier exclaimed, his tone a cocktail of disbelief and mild offense. "Niño, I am not your dad. Don’t call me that." "It suits you," Jooz said with a shrug. "I mean, look at you! Apron, spatula—practically suburban." "You’re lucky this spatula isn’t a machete," Javier muttered, returning to the stove.
Anya rolled her eyes but hid a small smile. "He’s not technically mine either… but he’s way better than you. You’re just weird, Jooz." "Weird is what I’m aiming for," Jooz said, leaning closer to the datapad. "Anyway, we may have, uh, sent a reply to the artifact’s signal."
Jill pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please tell me you didn’t just invite any more Zoners to Crete, you know how it can upset the cows."
As if on cue, a faint rumble shook the ground. "Oops," Jooz said sheepishly. "Guess we’ll find out soon enough."
Two Days Later
Jill was mid-sip of her morning Long Island Iced Tea when the sound of roaring engines shattered the peace. Outside, a garishly painted TAZ shuttle descended, its hull an explosion of chaotic graffiti and Discordian symbols.
"Oh no," Jill muttered, setting her mug down.
The ramp lowered with a dramatic hiss, revealing three robed figures, each looking like they’d raided a thrift shop blindfolded. The leader, an elderly Zoner with a pineapple-topped staff, stepped forward. "Greetings, beings of Crete!" he bellowed. "We bring the wisdom of Eris and the glory of the Sacred Chao!"
Javier appeared behind Jill, rubbing his temples. "This is why we don’t mess with artifacts," he muttered. "Or Zoners." "To be fair," Jill said, smirking, "they’re your kind of people. Loud, over-the-top, and probably armed." "I’m right here," Javier snapped. "We’re here!" Jooz exclaimed, darting outside with Anya trailing behind. "Hey, fellow Discordians! We cracked your signal!"
The Zoner leader’s face lit up. "Acolytes of the Chao! You have summoned us for enlightenment. What do you seek?" "Actually," Jooz said, holding up the artifact, "we were hoping you could tell us what this thing does."
The leader examined it, then laughed. "This? It’s a ceremonial paperweight. But using it to summon us means you’re ready for the Rite of Fives!"
Anya blinked. "What’s the Rite of Fives?" "Ah, a sacred ritual of Discordia! Five rounds of nonsense, one universal truth. But first, tea!"
Inside the House
The Zoners gathered around the living room, sipping tea brewed by an increasingly exasperated Javier.
"Nice apron, Dad," Jooz quipped, earning a glare from Javier. "Call me that again, and you’re walking to Baffin," Javier growled. "Oh, lighten up, Javier," Jill said, suppressing a laugh. "He’s just being Jooz." "Exactly!" Jooz said proudly.
The Zoner leader raised his staff. "Now, let us commence the Rite of Fives! First, we recite the five tenets of chaos, then count to five five times, and finally, we spin five times while chanting 'Fnord.' Are you ready?" "Oh no," Anya muttered.
As the chanting began, the toaster sparked to life, projecting a holographic display of alien script. "Primary Function: Chaos Implementation Engaged," it announced in a mechanical voice.
The Zoner leader gasped. "Behold! The sacred appliance speaks!" "It’s not sacred," Jill snapped. "It’s broken!"
"Dad, this is going to be amazing," Jooz whispered, grinning at Javier. "Why me?" Javier muttered as the room descended into chaos.
Meanwhile in the backyard, no one noticed that the landing struts of the TAZ shuttle had damaged the meadow fence and that the cows, the loving opportunistic creatures protected by Saint Dell, where instantly aware of Jill's garden...
