Edited by Seras Rose, 13 January 2018 - 08:43 PM.
Posted 13 January 2018 - 08:43 PM
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Posted 13 January 2018 - 09:44 PM
Attn: Seras Rose
- Command Center
Nibelungen, Capital of the Ancient Eye
The man who led the Shrouded Republic on its two-year exodus was surprisingly younger than most people would initially believe him to be. Beneath the scars and the graying hair, was someone who was only a few years older than Seras Rose herself. But despite that, he certainly carried himself like a much older individual, one who has seen the worst that the galaxy had to offer.
He wore a crisp military uniform which bore the rank bars that marked him as Grand Admiral, the coat opened to expose the armored chestplate underneath. He was not wearing his signature fur-lined cloak, as the climate on Nibelungen was too warm for it, but that did little to detract from his imposing demeanor. Blaster pistol held within an old-fashioned leather holster and lightsaber hanging from his belt, Wolfe carried himself with the casual air authority of a natural and experienced leader. His very presence seemed to command respect.
When Seras arrived, Wolfe had just finished with a staff meeting, going over assignment schedules for the fleet, as well as an acquisitions list, as evidenced by the holograms and the information displayed on the various viewscreens. A list of requirements for a new class of Star Destroyer could be clearly seen on one screen, while another specifically outlined the acquisition order for three new Valiant-class Star Destroyers, like the one Wolfe was currently using as his flagship.
Wolfe looked up from the datapad in his hand when Seras greeted her, his intense, ice-blue eyes fixing on her as he responded. "Greetings, princess," he said, his voice deep and raspy. "That is so, indeed. Good work takes time, effort and dedication. How may I help you?" he asked.
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