WARRIOR / ANGEL.

          OPEN  STARTER.

                ‘   you want revenge and that  —-  is never what we stood for.   ‘

“Commander.” Her effect on others was of a tale he’d only heard. Like stardust and planets, or constellations on spring nights– Why, he was no poet, not at all, but as she emerged from the conference room, he felt that long-rumored gravity. Her presence sharpened her crew at once, and Lee, a sailor of the unknown, of frightening space, could not help but still find awe. In the CIC, he saluted her. If she looked frazzled, so did he: his Galactica, after all, was in desperate shape. “Your men were starting to think you would never get out of there. Neither did I. Was about to call in a search party.“

@valerieshepard: humanity’s hope.

❝        ——   APOLLO,  HUH?        ❞     there’s an easy, if muted, grin upon her features  ;   stress still heavily resonates with her physicality, though she hides it well enough.  hip cocked, her arms cross just beneath her breast as she gives the man a once - over,  head canting to the side as she considers him for a moment in silence.   shepard is calm,  outwardly   ;   but inside she’s a roaring fire, a ballad of unsung violence prepared to be belted out at a moment’s notice.   even that smile of hers,  while sweet, can be deceiving when used on the battlefield.  the calm before the storm in a woman with an affinity for destruction.