Ser Hannah Forrester
Star Destroyer Ser Alvis Jenson, Tide’s Edge Star System
It was another routine morning aboard the Star Destroyer Ser Alvis Jenson. It’s Shipmaster, Ser Hannah Forrester, walked slowly onto the bridge of her ship, a mug of coffee in her hand and nodded her greeting to the Lieutenant of the Watch and the other Lieutenants and ratings manning their stations. It was early, but then ever since her capture she had stopped exactly sleeping well and after getting as much sleep as she ever did in a night she tended to get dressed, grab a coffee and head up to the bridge. Her Officers and Crew had gotten pretty used to seeing her so early, which was hardly a bad thing, and no one blamed her for the eccentricities she had developed since her ordeal. She strode along the length of the command walkway until she was stood at the viewports, looking out across the dorsal hull of her ship and, on the port side, the planet Tide’s Edge. No matter what had ever happened to her or ever would, she would still take some not unsubstantial comfort from the view of space and the wonders that surrounded it, or the powerful ships she had at her command.
As she sipped her coffee and looked out at space she was handed a report of the night watch, which she looked down at and began to read it. Another quiet night by the looks of it. But then anything but quiet would have been a bad thing, and almost certainly resulted in her, and the rest of the entire ship, being woken up, as it would likely have been an unknown, or potentially hostile, forces entering the system. It had been quiet for the last six months or so in any event, the last and most exciting incident had been the arrest of the now disgraced Admiral DeJure and his death at the hands of Princess June. It had been another period of consolidation and hit-and-run raids on House Keegan assets across the Frontier Sector, it was not the kind of campaign that anyone in the senior leadership of House Windtide wanted to be fighting. It was not a conventional fight, where maintaining the momentum was the most important, if they did that then the chances were that they would overextend and overtire themselves, not to mention that they’d likely suffer significant damage in every engagement and they couldn’t sustain that sort of punishment.
Of course Ser Hannah, whose aggressiveness factor had certainly gone up over recent months, was amongst those pushing Lord Kelso to launch another major attack, it had after all been nearly seven months now and although they were pecking away at the enemy’s supply lines they had not launched another major attack in some time. She knew that Kelso’s instinct was to be cautious, except when he was riled up, and to an extent that was a good trait in a battlefield commander, it made the chance of stumbling into an ambush less likely, but it had to be combined with a degree of aggression. She knew that Kelso had it in him, but he was always loath to get his people killed, although unfortunately he was going to have to learn to live with that if he was going to be the Lord he was born to be one day, much less to take back Tidespring.
Ser Hannah sipped her coffee again and looked down at her watch. It was unlikely that Lord Kelso was even awake at this point, probably still tucked up and curled up in bed.
