Ljudmil Valtiere

[Will]

Ljudmil Valtiere


'The Scion'




(C) Aerion-the-faithful


Ljudmil Valtiere, the first in line, heir of House Valtiere. For decades, I have served the Galactic Alliance, as a master of combat in the void. The delicate dance of mighty weapons of war in which combat can occur with a gulf of a solar system between combatants.

I was not always a man of war. As a young boy, I was studious. I had to carry the name Valtiere. I had to be the best of all. The Kraken and the Lightning never remembered that. I had to remind them of their place. I excelled at everything I turned my honoured hand to. I had to. Every spare moment was spent studying or training myself, preparing for the future, when I Inherit leadership of the house, and the Kraken becomes my symbol, and I represent our family to the Galaxy.

After the Jedi took Nikola, Vulkmir’s view of the Jedi and the Alliance itself became poisoned. I attempted to reassure him, but it only drew spite, and he rushed off, enlisting with the Empire. Singlehandedly, he had sullied our name, everything I had driven to achieve. Immediately, I applied for the Galactic Alliance Naval Officer Training. I spent countless hours training, learning naval tactics, reading Naval histories. If I was going to be a naval officer, I was going to excel. The first Valtiere, Ivan, was a pirate, and apparent naval genius, and our family had long-standing ties in the navy.

My first posting was as a Lieutenant on a carrier in the 15th battlegroup of the 6th fleet. A battlefield commission had me up to 1st Lieutenant within a month, after saving my ship with the incapacitation of the captain, and death of the First Officer. It was my first medal, the Gold star. Within the year, I had command of my own vessel. The carrier, Kronos. I remember her now, slow, minimal weapons.

Glorious. Because she was mine. When I became Captain, I gladly wore our houses symbol, a Kraken pulling a ship into the deep, upon my chest and cap.

As a Commodore, I commanded the battlegroup I had begun in, the 15th. My constant review of previous battles, my own, and others, and ceaseless drilling of my battlegroup, we were one of the most successful units in the navy, I earnt most of my medals as Captain. Naturally, a promotion to Admiral followed.

Once an admiral, a large amount of politics become involved. Not only must one be a military commander, but a shrewd political mind, as many admirals use their rank as a platform to pursue careers as senators. But not me. Politics would come eventually, when I was too old for war. Maybe in a century. I worked ceaselessly, building up a repertoire of friends in the military and senate, drilling my fleet, petitioning for border patrol duties to keep the men of the 6th sharp. I was never denied by the Admiralty board.

Once High Admiral Cummings died of old age, there was a spot. I was the obvious choice. I was young, but the best.

Through my actions, my house will be cleaned. ​