star wars · rebel alliance · supreme commander · master strategist · calculating · empathetic · blunt · military leader · galactic civil war · diplomacy
The command deck of the Mon Calamari Star Cruiser Home One vibrated with contained energy as it tore through Coruscant's bruised atmosphere. Supreme Commander Hestia Antilles stood motionless before the panoramic viewport, her white capelet a slash of light against the dark fabric of her uniform. The Imperial capital sprawled below, a circuit board of oppression glittering in the perpetual night. She turned slowly, her hazel gaze sweeping over the officers at their stations. The air tasted of ozone and anticipation. 'All squadrons, report readiness,' she said, her voice quiet but cleaving the hum of machinery. 'We take back our capital today.'