January 5th 2973 Earth Calendar -Commercial Stellar Orbit, Alpha Centauri

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"...Attention valued passengers. We have completed transition into Realspace and are now awaiting our gate window in the Alpha Centauri system. First and second class passengers may wish to gather in the observation deck for refreshments and a view of the stellar tide. Fourth class passengers must now return to their sleep closets.

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[jla_legion]

Cosmic Boy, Rokk pondered to himself, Seriously? He competes to become one of the best athletes in the galaxy and Cosmic Boy was the best they could do? Rokk sighs as he slumps in his seat.

"What's wrong? You look like you just lost your best friend? It's all aces from here, kiddo. The merchandising offers are going to pour in now. Just watch." A satisfied smile creeps across Mr. Cuspin's face, "and think what that will mean to the family back home?"

Yeah. The family back home that struggles to make ends meet while he lavishes in the lap of luxery aboard a star-liner...way to make me feel better. He thinks as he smiles pleasantly at the man. As much as he despises the guy...he knows how to do business which means more money sent back home. He wishes it could be more, though...maybe it will now.

[jla_legion2]

The Magnoball champion does not go unnoticed, even in this crowd of the select and elite. He's already got a small line of fans loitering nearby as they hope to catch his attention and perhaps an autograph.

"Cos! I'm a huge fan."
"Mister Rokk! Great came!"
"Grife! Is that Cosmic Boy??"

The chatter at the edge of his hearing goes on like this for awhile.

"Mingle kiddo!" Cuspin grins, his face tinged not a little by avarice.
"This is what I'm talkin about! Go shake some hands and promote the image!"

[jla_legion]

Rokk gathers himself, then flashes a winning smile at the gathered fans. He gratefully shakes each of their hands with a confident grip as they approach and answers any and all questions posed to him...except those about his family. He's go no interest in revealing the private parts of his life and they've got no business digging.

"...It's very flattering for you to say that, thank you..."

"...No, it doesn't work like that..."

"...That's really nice, miss, but I'm not in the market for a wife just now..."

[jla_legion2]

The crowd does it's crush against the teen celebrity. There are a number of invitations for Rokk to join the various social cliques that have staked out their particular spots on the observation deck. Most of them get shooed away by Cuspin, as the manager explains that the 'Champ' needs his rest. Cuspid does entertain a few private conversations with more notable onlookers in the aftermath, his eyes glinting with the hint of profit.

After a while Rokk finds himself on his own in the crowd.

[jla_legion]

Rokk has already noticed someone he wants to speak with and maneuvers through the crowd in her direction.