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The Commodore has a reputation as a jovial man, one whose pep matched his bright smile. Such a mood, such a reputation, is easy enough to maintain when his second command, always half a step behind, is willing to delve into the dark and do that dirty work for him.
The Commodore's Shadow--though never let the Lieutenant hear it lest something horrible befall you for it--does what is necessary to enable his vision.
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Character sketches.
Another doodle finished from the archives: September 1861, a young Roberts joins on with the Navy.
I'm very tired but with exceedingly little context: the time the Commodore ordered a bounce house as a teambuilding bonding exercise and Ellie had to handle those requisition sheets.
Years of effort, of June's brilliant engineering, of careful planning and execution and they'd finally built it. What it is they'd built, Roberts can't be sure. But it's not up to a lowly midshipman to question. The Commodore surely has a plan, one that Roberts would follow without question. Together, they set sail to the Southwest, to turn on the Machine.
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Late night insomnia has me pondering the deep questions: did Commodore Fieri only get the frosted tips in the Neath? Or have I erred and he’s always been that way? Or a far scarier third thing: it’s natural.
Thinking about my adopted blorbo the Commodore again. Had London not fallen he would’ve been some entirely unremarkable officer, but he was one of the comparatively few officers who were in London and went down with the city, who survived, who stuck with the Navy. He saw what happens when there’s no one to lead and the system collapses in on itself, and decided that he needs to step up and fill that role, to keep the machine moving. He kept climbing up and up, taking command where it was needed, splitting off to zail south and take most of the Navy with him, with his ideas, with his affability carrying him ever-forward.
I feel like the iceberg meme when it comes to couple of jokey drawings I've made of the SSeas Commodore vs just how much time I've spent giving this NPC a name and family and history and hobbies and
