Dumvist System, Bvalt Dreadnought [i]Inheritor[/i]
Bvalt Date: 11 Hadvar, 3209

Admiral Bramyl Hjalt sat in her command chair, relaxed and observant. Her crew sat in front of her, all diligently going about their assorted tasks with admirable focus. She had no such preoccupation, and simply stared at the screen in front of her, taking in every detail of the pictured shipyard, near which they were "moored". It was a massive rib-cage of steel, surrounding a half-finished warship, around which thousands of tiny autos were invisibly scurrying, the mottled hull marked with he occasional flash of welding-light. The ship under construction was a large one: fitted with the latest weapons and ready to withstand cataclysmic punishment. Bramyl knew that the diplomats had fought long and hard to get the technology that not only would power the ship on the screen but the ship beneath her feet, and she was almost giddy to see what the alien science could do when integrated from the very beginning, rather than tacked on like it had been with the Inheritor.

She sat for a few more minutes in silence. Music could be heard, ever so faintly from one of the crew stations, but Bramyl pretended not to hear it. The crew were entitled to their fun, and it was a commander's job to know when she should furtively allow it. She finally grew bored of looking at a video feed that did not change, and pulled up what reports she could, determined to keep this relaxing state of freedom from real responsibility going as long as was possible. She flicked through the short list: diplomatic tensions within the Council, new spice trade from some far-off star, an after-action report on a border pirate incident that included nothing of note besides masturbatory congratulations on the part of Captain Ustmun. Bramyl's red fur bristled under her blue naval uniform, her teeth clentching slightly at the mention of the male. He was a competent officer, but his efforts at taking her job as overall commander were as frustrating as they were blatant.

Bramyl's last notification was for a report that brought her immense joy. She had apparently been mentioned in the Council, in regards to her talks with that Cytherea. Diplo, having brushed it off as too risky, let her pick up the negotiations, and she had managed to wrangle trade agreements and declared non-aggression out of the Synchronicity's "representative". She was still galled that she had not managed to obtain any of the fantastical technology she had heard of, but she was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was happy to see the words "noble", "good" and "patriotic" mixed into the speeches about her achievements, but noticed the marked absence of "hero". She didn't mind too much, however. She had many years ahead of her, and there would be plenty more opportunities.

She placed her screen to the side, and retired to her quarters, handing command of the bridge off to Lieutenant Hjelt. She deserved a nap.