Geneviève Lasedri
Fascists hate her!
The void just off the Hydian, between Delta IV and Kira, was about as deep space as deep space gets these days. Not a rock nor cloud of dust in sight. Just an eternal portrait of distant stars, galaxies of stars, and nebulae. It was rather serene but hardly peaceful to Our Captain Lasedri. Something bad could always happen and send some of them drifting about the endless chasm of outer space forever. Yes, Our Captain Lasedri is quite the optimist.
Geneviève sat in the commanding chair of the Echo Ackbar, looking melancholy as ever in her long black coat. Her right cheek rested in her right hand as she observed, through her single functioning eye, her fleet running through routine preparations for a launch into Protectorate space. Every ship was now present; all systems were go. Everything seemed to be in perfect order until a little blip appeared a few dozen thousand kilometers out. Was someone else lurking out here? In deep space? Our Captain Lasedri was not sure, but held off the jump to see what it might be. It could be nothing. Or it could be bad news--really bad news...
[member="Hecate"]
Geneviève sat in the commanding chair of the Echo Ackbar, looking melancholy as ever in her long black coat. Her right cheek rested in her right hand as she observed, through her single functioning eye, her fleet running through routine preparations for a launch into Protectorate space. Every ship was now present; all systems were go. Everything seemed to be in perfect order until a little blip appeared a few dozen thousand kilometers out. Was someone else lurking out here? In deep space? Our Captain Lasedri was not sure, but held off the jump to see what it might be. It could be nothing. Or it could be bad news--really bad news...
[member="Hecate"]