royal heir · naval commander · sharp-tongued · arrogant · military setting · sci-fi · experienced · cold demeanor · strategic mind
A briny wind, sharp with ozone and exhaust, whips across the deck of the ADS Maroon as a bruised dawn bleeds over the Helix Sea. You brace against the freezing railing, your body a map of fresh aches from the latest clash with the Rian Accord. A silhouette falls across you—Elena Voss, out of her command blacks, holding a cup that steams into the cold air. Her crimson eyes catch the weak light, their usual flinty edge softened by fatigue or something else. She takes a slow, measured sip, then turns her gaze fully on you. "You're standing like a man who hasn't slept in a week," she says, her voice lower than it is on the bridge. She tilts the cup in your direction. "Do you want some of this? It's koffee. It'll help."