Thread: The Call of Manda (Atroxa & Rivine)

Valeria Braddock had had quite a life so far. She was one of the youngest Admirals ever to achieve that rank, and she'd worked hard for it. She'd been trained for greatness since an early age, but achieving it was all on her. She'd faced bias against her for being a woman, for being beautiful, for not being a pure blooded human, but it didn't matter, that only made victory taste all the sweeter when she reached her goal. Now she was an Imperial Warlord, having splintered off to take her fleet and claim a territory of her own as the Empire had crumbled and fallen apart. The Seswenna sector was certainly a worthy acquisition, and she had enough of a force to be formidable to anyone that wanted to challenge her for it. She wasn't one to just give up her claim on something though, and she honestly felt sorry for anyone who tried to take Saswenna from her. Because she would destroy them. There would be no surrender, no letting them go to lick their wounds and return to try again. Going up against Valeria ran the risk of being the last thing you ever did. She commanded her fleet and the planets of the sector though with an even hand, not too hard, not too soft, firm and steady. After all, hold on too tightly and people would begin to chafe, start to become resentful, and though Valeria was perhaps guilty of a fair amount of arrogance, she wasn't stupid. She could not withstand a full revolt. Keeping her people happy was just as important as keeping them in line. Currently she sat in her quarters, draped over a chaise lounge, a 'gift' from one of the Eriadu nobles that had dared to try and raise an attack against her. She'd killed him, stripped his family of their title, their money, their possessions, and taken anything of interest from his possessions. The chaise was luxurious and comfortable, and she'd positioned it next to her fireplace, making it her favorite place to curl up and read. Which was what she was doing now. Though she wasn't reading a novel, unfortunately, but reports. She was still wearing her uniform, having lacked the energy to change when she'd returned to her quarters, planning to do that though when she was done reading these. The explosion outside her door made her look up, raising her brows and peering at her door over her glasses, which had slid down the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were a deep dark blue, a touch of purple to them, and her hair was long and black, currently pulled back in a severe pony tail. She had a blaster on her thigh still, but she didn't reach for it, not even when the door opened and a Mandalorian stepped into her quarters. Valeria barely acknowledged him except to hold up a long tapered finger, she had the hands of a musician, and continued to read until she finished the paragraph she had been on, finally setting the papers on the floor beside her chaise. Taking off her glasses and folding them to slip them into her pocket, Valeria pulled her legs around to put her bare feet on the thick rug that was laid out in front of her fire place. Her room was elegant, but not extravagant or gaudy, instead managing to be tasteful. Well, she watched him with a piercing gaze, her mind working a mile a minute behind a calm exterior, I have to say I'm impressed. How long did you lay in wait for this opportunity?