Fiolette quietly closed the lid on the vibrosword's casing. Her hands held steady against it fingers slid the locks into place, the now seventy year old woman shut her war chest and looked at herself in the mirror. She invisioned herself as the gray haired woman who had seen far too many battles both in combat and out of it. Her office was quiet and allowed for some meditation. Fiolette moved a few steps toward the sofa that rested against the wall, her mind reflected on the number. Seventy, she scoffed to herself, eyes scanned the room for her liquor cabinet. Bourbon, now would be a great time for it. She rose from the sofa and moved to serve herself a glass.
She poured the glass and set the bottle down. Glass in hand Fiolette held up so the light coming in from a nearby window could pass through it. "For those who didn't come home," she toasted to no one and began to drink. The redhead set a somewhat empty glass down on the desk beside the liquor cabinet. The burning sensation of the bourbon going down her throat brought a mixture of warmth and reality. "Here's to another seventy years."
"Admiral, her ladyship awaits."
"I'll meet her in her personal library."
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She poured the glass and set the bottle down. Glass in hand Fiolette held up so the light coming in from a nearby window could pass through it. "For those who didn't come home," she toasted to no one and began to drink. The redhead set a somewhat empty glass down on the desk beside the liquor cabinet. The burning sensation of the bourbon going down her throat brought a mixture of warmth and reality. "Here's to another seventy years."
"Admiral, her ladyship awaits."
"I'll meet her in her personal library."
[member="Taeli Raaf"]