Viscount Leftenant Edward duPierre watched with some interest as the dropship carrying him and other members of Davion loyalist nobles slowly descended towards the planet named Siege Perilous. It was no secret that each and every one on this ship belong to families loyal to the Davion family, though all of them here are not first in line for the title in their respective home planets.<br/><br/>He was a mere third son of the Earldom in Bristol, his home planet and so being free of the pressure of being the heir he was able to devote himself to his studies and gained a rank of Leftenant in the AFFS, and was proud to be a part of the 3rd Crucis Lancers. Fighting in the Third Succession War was brutal, and he had lost some friends fighting against the 15th Dieron Regulars. But that did not made him hate the Dracs, suspicious and wary yes... because he realized in war the loss of life are inevitable.<br/><br/>He glanced at the other men and women here and knew they outranked him not just in military rank, but also in their social status in nobility. Still, if he was to survive out here... he knew that he had to learn to play the political game. But he does not know if he is able to do so with honesty, and he did not like to seem to be licking anyone's boots or kissing anyone's arses to do so. He knows that in politics, you have to do so... but he is still reluctant to go that avenue if he could help it.<br/><br/>Instead, once the dropship touched down he focused himself on getting ready to be received by the welcoming committee and brought to his quarters so that he could rest before going to the welcoming feast.