Chapter Nine
June 4th, 2231, Near-Earth Hyperspace Transfer Point Alpha, Aboard Core Flagship Qilin
A throne was a throne, regardless of how spartan and inelegant it was. After all, its point wasn’t to provide a chair nor a seat. It served as a visible symbol of power. Unadorned power could be even more terrifying.
Julia told herself that as she rested her face on her palm, her elbow propped on the armrest of her throne. It was positioned in the center of the vast, empty command center aboard the Qilin. It was comfortable despite its plain appearance.
Empty stations, including chairs and interface panels, were arranged in three lines in front of her. Her loyal servants controlled the ship from the bridge. She would oversee them more directly when it was time for an operation or battle
