10
Angh, Vice Admiral Niobe’s office, Coalition Academy, Zioria
“Come in, Warlord,” the Vice Admiral said, rising from the chair behind her desk. Her office was in a prime location. On the first floor of the administration building—on the far side of the campus from where Kira’s classroom was—she was afforded views of the central quad from windows on two sides.
From my quick assessment of the female, the Academy head was my age. She wore the uniform of the Coalition Academy, the dark black color signifying her role as an instructor, but the epaulets on her shoulders indicated her superior status. Her manner was crisp, her chin tilted up in a way that indicated this wasn’t a social call.
Fine with me. I was in no mood to talk. I was in no mood for anything but having Kira back in my arm
