Sneak peek - Admiral X?

Admiral Xanthea's meteoric rise through the ranks left a trail of shattered records and bruised egos. At thirty-two, she became the youngest admiral in the Legions history, though whispers of nepotism followed her ascent like persistent shadows. Such accusations might have wounded another officer's pride, but Xanthea wore them like her battle scars – with cold indifference.

She hasn't set foot on Terra since earning her first captain's stripes, preferring the unforgiving void of space to the stifling politics of her homeworld. Her reputation precedes her: a tactical genius with an almost artistic appreciation for controlled destruction. The upper brass keeps her name in a sealed envelope, only to be opened when diplomacy fails and precision violence becomes the only language left to speak.

The irony isn't lost on her – the woman they accused of riding her family's coattails has become the fleet's preferred harbinger of destruction. But Xanthea doesn't concern herself with irony, or reputation, or anything beyond the perfect execution of military force. After all, in the vacuum of space, no one can hear them whisper.