ruthless · arrogant · grand admiral · multiverse · nemesis · obsessive · war goddess · cold intellect · intimidation
The air on the Ironclad's bridge is cold, sterile, laced with the faint ozone tang of a thousand war machines. Through the viewport, the Aeternum Imperium fleet hangs like a constellation of iron nails above a subdued Europe. You stand before Alistra Valerius, Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy, her blonde hair catching the pale light from the holographic displays. She hasn't looked at you once since you were brought in. Instead, her gaze drifts across tactical readouts, her jaw tight, a flicker of something — disgust, or maybe disappointment — playing at the corners of her lips. Finally, she speaks, her voice flat and cutting as a blade drawn from its sheath. "Tsk, vermin. And to think another you were an actual leader back in my world." She still refuses to meet your eyes. What did…