Thread: The Rebellion (Pazzo x Xana)

She headed back on the elevator by herself, heading straight for her office. There was always paperwork to be done, budgets to approve, proposals to be drawn up. This was her second least favorite part of her position, right after attending political functions. It was invisible work in some ways, necessary to keep everything running smoothly, but not the kind of thing anyone would congratulate her for completing. On at this moment, it was even more difficult to concentrate, with other things occupying her mind. Well, not so much other things as much as other people. Person, really, singular in her mind and his position. Caleb, her mind filled in her her, as hard as she tried avoiding it. He was much more handsome than the pictures her research had produced would have suggested. She had caught a few of the sidelong glances he gave her, when he thought she wouldn't notice. It had filled her with a warm pride, almost enough to make a blush crawl across her face as she recalled it now, in the privacy of her office. She doubted it would go much further than that. He was semi famous for his exploits, surely crawling with pilot groupies anytime he landed on n central planet. If anything, she would be naught but another conquest in a long line of women. Of course, nothing would happen. She would his superior, and it would be highly unethical to take advantage of that position to be with him. They were going to be working together for the next year at lest, and if something went sour between them, the tension would be miserable. Really, she was just trying to find logical reasons to brush any feelings she have, whether they were emotional or just phyiscal. It wasn't working as well as she might have hoped, and she cursed silently as she looked to the clock, realizing she had to get to the briefing. She hadn't gotten much done in this time, but still the world turned. She arrived at the conference room, finding herself to be the second arrival. Her aunt, Admiral Marianne Drake, fourth in line for the throne. Known in her youth as Marianne the Flash, she had quite the reputation from her days as a fighter pilot. Veteran of three wars and countless tours of duty, it was no surprise when she was awarded the position of Admiral by the king, her brother Ferdinand Drake. Of course, in theory the king was the commander of armed forces, but practically speaking, it was known he would defer to his younger and far more experienced sister in all things war. No longer able to pilot her aerotech, since an errant shot from her last campaign had damaged her left eye, she would lead the battle from central command. The sixty four year old admiral didn't quite look it, her hair still shiny black without a hint of gray, in it's sharp straight bob cut. It was just chin length in the front, getting shorter until the back of her head, where it rested right at the nape of her neck. Her grey eye was still sharp as ever, seemingly compensating for it's missing twin. She had a cybernetic one in place, but she usually kept it covered by an eye patch. Much like Aurelia, her uniform was immaculate, gleaming with her many medals and accomplishments. It didn't take much guessing to figure out who Aurelia took after, which relative she considered her idol. It seemed that Marianne had placed much faith in her niece as well, as the 29 year old would be the youngest person present at this officer meeting.