An online comic about Ace. A young geek that's too nice for his own good. All he wants is a regular life and a regular girlfriend. But he knows that isn't going to happen. – CGI – Adult situations. Artistic nudity. Not suitable for children or Fundies.
Peach: Ascension to The Throne is largely by merit. Traditionally, first and second degree relatives of The Empress enjoy an advantage, but staying in the top ten isn't guaranteed. In theory, an unrelated Orion, or even an immigrant Terran, possibly even a male, as long as they meet certain qualifications, could ascend to the throne, but that hasn't happened, yet. Mostly it's a way to honor those that make a significant contribution to society. Comes with a pretty decent resource allowance, too. If we pull this off, I don't doubt you could make the list in pretty short order yourself, if you wanted to immigrate.
Ace: Heh. I don't think I'd want to be Galactic Emperor.
Peach: Well, you've just passed the first test.
Ace: And I can't emigrate anyway. I'm only 15. I'm not going to be 18 for over two years.
Peach: XO? Who did I ask to check on Ace's current age for me?
X: That would be your cousin, Archivist Farah.
Peach: And why would I have accepted that without double checking?
X: You might have been a bit more focused on my lack of family life than necessary. And when she came aboard I believe you cautioned me of her tendency to “pitch a fit.” Well, since Ace is a minor, I guess it isn't going to happen on this trip.
Peach: He's well educated, mentally balanced, emotionally mature, and he's taken on adult responsibilities. That makes him an adult by our standards.
X: Sorry, Captain.
Peach: We are outside any Terran jurisdiction. Many Terran cultures consider 15 to be an adult? Age ain't nothin' but a number? Wasn't there something about-?
X: On another trip, Captain.