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Mustafar
Mjolnir Station
13:45
There was no denying it. Eva Stark had finally... finally... let her age catch up with her.
She could no longer fight as she had these last two decades; being Chief of Engineering these last few years had meant a certain element of administrative demonstration, as well as a certain image that belied their trustworthiness to the galactic public. She had yet to retire her own Vikingr armor, however, and most of her own weapons were her own, but... all the old wounds of the past had recently begun catching up. Her thick black hair was already with a few streaks of white, but in defiance of any office attire she still kept her hair in traditional Deucalian braids, and with a lapel pin befitting of her own rank as Jarl. Today, however, she was dressed simply in a dark blue dress that modestly covered all, her arms bare, and still in her boots. Not dressed for combat.
She could not deny any longer that the fight she once relished was not a necessity any more. She thought, with a wry smirk, that she had truly mellowed.
Wasn't that a terrifying thought.
Her husband teased her enough for it as it was; she was not quite exactly old old, but she felt it deep in her bones, sneaking up in rare moments and slowing her down a little at a time. Speaking of... there was someone from her past due to arrive. A girl that was once reckless, heedless of danger and one she had watched mature with a deep maternal pride.
Soon, she would arrive. They were due for a bit of a catch-up anyways.
@Raven_41