Meara:
Alright. I think I've got something - Lemme know what y'all think.
Phase One: Meara had always been idealistic and naive, given the best training in armor combat and schooling money and reputation can buy. However, she had also been mostly removed from the public and political eye, so the importance of her position in life had never truly mattered to her. Suddenly, her idyllic life was shattered when some Emergent forces hit her family's yacht. Before anyone could get to her family's Armour, the hull was breached and her mother was trapped in the debris, leaving her to pilot the Armour and fight off the forces alone. While nobody died in the raid (somehow), her mother had become permanently injured in a manner that left her unable to pilot Armour, and also thrust upon young Meara just what sort of duties and responsibilities she was destined to inherit - now sooner than anyone had expected.
Aspect: Heiress to a Duchy, which comes with both the benefits and responsibilities of the position. Suddenly, she's important, and many of her prior freedoms are gone - but she also has much more authority for other tasks.
I call it a yacht because rich space people.
PHASE TWO: A Friend in Need
Gwydion had been traveling Venusian space with an ambassador, getting his education in courtly matters among allies. It was awkward and difficult for him, especially when the young ladies he tried to explain his ideals to quietly giggled to themselves over some misplaced word or stammer. Just on the brink of deciding to retire for the day, the call went out to defend a family's yacht from an Emergent raid. That was exactly the break he needed to get himself focused, and he returned to his Armour and headed straight for the battlefield. At least he could do /something/ right...
Aspect: Louder Than Words
Invoke when leading by example or when seeking to be underestimated. Compel when making unprepared public speeches or trying to hold non-personal conversation.
Looking good?